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chuuyasheaven · 3 months

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RAAAAAAAAH idk if this counts as an ask but this specific scenario has been marinating in my mind for WEEKS and i think you might enjoy it :3c

to put it shortly ive been thinking of hot-headed reader who has trouble containing their temper (im not projecting whar do you mean) x chuuya (established relationship) that goes from angst to smut…. teehee

basically chuuya and reader begin arguing bc i hc that EVEN THOUGH CHUUYA IS EXTREMELY LOYAL AND DOTING TO THE ONES HE CARES ABOUT…. his temper often gets the best of him. Recently, chuuya had been very busy, and reader knew that, and continuously made an effort to help him in whatever ways they could, be it making dinner/lunch for him, offering to help with paperwork, etc. BUT thing is.. chuuya isn't really noticing this and treats them like a nuisance. He hasn't said anything outright insulting or upsetting, but he treats reader so differently, like he's silently blaming reader for his own temper and mood. He doesn't even call them by their nickname/petname anymore, everything feels so distant now.

So in an attempt to yk, NOT give up on their relationship, reader decides to confront chuuya about this in a calm manner, but he blindly lashes out and reader is NOT having ANY of it… cue a petty back and forth between him and reader, and reader gets out of the house to cool off and meanwhile chuuya finally comes to his senses. He tries to reason with reader when they come back, but they end up doing exactly what chuuya did to them, dismissing him and not accepting any form of half-assed apology. and so,,,,,, chuuya tries to make it up to reader,,,, if ikwym :3c

cue chuuya eating out reader like his life depends on it /jjj ((THIS IS SO LONG LMAO IM LITERALLY SOSORRY))

"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" // C. Nakahara

Summary. Recently, Chuuya has been kinda distant lately, mostly due to his work. This also resulted into you mostly overthinking— what if he isn't at the office all the time just like says? With this thought at the back of your mind, you tried to make an effort to be nice and caring as possible, only for Chuuya to decline the food you make him, denying any help you offer and barely spending time, which made the thoughts even more scary. When you can't take it anymore, you snap, at first he didn't get what your problem was until he thought about your earlier attempts. Now driven with guilt, Chuuya wants to assure you're the most important thing to him and makes up for his actions in the process.

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, the summary pretty much already tells the story, angst to smut to fluff maybe, miscommunication, Reader prolly has anxiety, swearing, ooc! Chuuya, suspicions of cheating, Chuuya didn't notice at first but it's okay he'll make it up by licking pussy ^_^, might be cringe, short too idk, Reader might be KINDAAA based off me, petnames (baby, doll, darlin', sweetheart), oral sex (afab! receiving), praising, overstimulation? , p in v, who knows maybe i fucked up the ask and wrote smth else, for the first time ever porn WITH plot, might have a rushed end, might contain grammar errors, etc.

"Hey, Chuuya, wanna eat? I made your favorite!", you said with a nervous tone painted in your voice, which Chuuya didn't really notice. "No, baby, I can't. Sorry, maybe next time?", he answered without even exchanging looks with you, just doing his paperwork as if it was more important to him. It's been like this for several days already and you did nothing but trying to help Chuuya to make things easier, but he didn't budge. You slowly started to get annoyed and just walked away to eat by yourself, silently.

With all kind of negative thoughts which caused you to overthink. These "thoughts" didn't leave you alone since he's become more distant. What if he's losing interest? What if he's not always late in the office? Am I annoying him and a burden? After you finished eating, you just put his plate into the fridge and sat alone in your living room. Some while later, Chuuya came to see you for a few minutes before returning to work. He tired hugging you but you rejected it. Confused, he looks at you before asking. "What's wrong, doll?", did he seriously just ask you that? After pushing away for the— what? The millionth time for his work? At this innocent question you snapped, well, not really but you were beyond pissed.

When Chuuya told you that he was probably busy for the next days, you understood, at first. Knowing Chuuya, he could make some time for you in between, right? He was your really loyal, sweet and loving boyfriend, caring was he too, of course Chuuya should be able to make atleast a little time. And to his credit, he did, at first. He took breaks in which he spent time with you, cooking your food with you, and also other activities you guys normally do. But with time, Chuuya got more and more work and spent less and less time with you. You also understood at first, and trying to be a good girlfriend, you tried to take some work off his back by doing some paperwork with him, only to deny you. Don't get Chuuya wrong, he appreciated it, but he'd rather do it himself. You understood, leaving him be, but then he started to work late, staying behind in the office. That's when you started to overthink a little. You really didn't want to let you thoughts get to you, Chuuya is loyal and so loving he would never, right? Why was he even staying so late in the first place? Was it because you constantly asked him to help to the point he wanted to work in the office at work? These thoughts would slowly consume you later on, and instead of speaking with Chuuya about it, you kept it to yourself, you didn't want to annoy him anyways. It's been 3 days later and he didn't even say a single word to you, just work, work, work. Were you even Chuuya's top priority at this point? You just let him distance himself, in hope of him noticing your presence. All this did was make the situation worse, to the point where you cried yourself to sleep at night feeling unwanted. Did Chuuya finally notice? No, his head is still drowned in paperwork. "Chuuya, do you have time right now?" — "No. Go do something else, doll, I still have work left." His tone had some harshness to it, a hint of annoyance too. But maybe it was because of the stress because of work. "I could help him maybe.", you told yourself, you don't want him to overwork himself, has he even eaten today? "Well, maybe I could help with the paper—" — "You can't, so please go. I still have a lot left." — "But I could—" — "Just go, I'm busy. I can't really talk with you 'cause you're gonna distract me." What a reason, but you can't let him push you away now, can you? "Chuuya, please, I just wanna help you—" — "Just leave me the hell alone and do something else. Look, I love you for trying, I don't need your help the only this you're doing right now is distracting me." "If you say so." Was all you said before leaving his home office without saying another word.

That was the last time you talked to him during these days, but today, was the day you finally snapped at him for pushing you away all these days. And for what did he push you away? For trying to be nice and take some shit off his back? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that you pushed me away for— what? A week and a half?!", you explained with anger behind your voice, which Chuuya wasn't familiar with. "Doll, I didn't push you away—", before he could speak you went on. "Stop with the bullshit. Whenever I tried helping with anything you always denied me! I can't do this anymore.", you said with a crack in your voice, now Chuuya slowly got pissed too, was it his fault for having an asshole of a boss?

"Do you think I want to do this? Who in the hell would participate in such work as a fucking joke?!", he said rather louder than you. "Your damn work seems to be more important that me, when was the last time you looked me in my face?", you stood up from the couch. "You wouldn't even know what to do!", "I could've if you took some fucking time to explain!", you shouted back, this is where Chuuya might have lost his temper. "Why the hell should I? You won't even understand when I tell you to leave! I'm sorry if the world doesn't fucking revolve around you, some people have other priorities?!", his voice got angrier and louder.

"Appearently I'm not your first priority, which is what I'm supposed to be?! I just wanted to spend time with you, but if I'm so fucking 'distracting' then I'll leave!", "Oh, so now you can take a damn hint?", he called after you tried to walk away. "What?", you stopped and turned around to face him. "Fuck you, then. I'm done, go do your work which is more important to me! All I was doing was to try—", "I don't give a fuck if you were "trying" shit! Just fucking don't because it won't matter anyway all you're being is annoying and desperate.", Chuuya shouted at you.

"So I'm annoying you now?", you said, your voice going quieter. "Yeah, with the way you were constantly up in my shit. You're not the most important thing right now, just stop trying to stress me more than you already are.", when he said that, you were facing the floor, fighting back the angry tears that were building up. "Alright, go do your work. I'll leave you to it.", you muttered, walking towards your door to take a walk. Chuuya just tsk'ed and went back to his room. It was quiet in the apartment, Chuuya was working on some papers left when he thought about your earlier argument. Wondering why you started it, he thought about what you said and slowly realized that what you said was true. He has gotten more distant, he was a little rude to you about leaving him alone and barely paid you and your attempts to help attention.

Knowing he probably fucked up in those past days, hurting your feelings and calling you 'annoying and desperate' probably caused the biggest guilt he ever experienced. Chuuya tried calling you but you hung up instantly. Okay, reasonable. The second time he called you took you're time to pick up. "Hey, baby—", "What do you want?", you asked coldly. "I thought you wanted to be left alone.", Chuuya could hear the pain in your voice. "Look, darling, you know I didn't mean what I said. It was the stress—", you really didn't wanna hear him right now, especially his excuses. "Sorry, Chuuya but I don't really wanna talk right now, since I'm annoying you anyways, talk to you later.", before getting another word out, you hung up. Chuuya just took deep sigh and thought of ways to apologize and make it up to you.

You first left at 6pm but returned at 8pm, you were a little tired after walking a lot so you looked forward to lay in your shared bed, alone again probably. You changed into Chuuya's shirt just like you have been these last several days for some missing closure, not forgetting your shorts before you sat on the bed to be on your phone. Not even five minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing Chuuya with a guilt driven face. "What?, you asked him once again. "Can we talk, please?", you just stared at him before nodding. He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him, you moved to the edge of the bed to sit down next to him.

"I'm sorry,", Chuuya started. "I'm sorry for neglecting you these past days, didn't mean to make you feel like a burden.", "So you finally got the hint?", you ask sarcastically. "Baby, I mean it. I shouldn't have priotized my work over you and pushed you away during it. I never wanted to feel unimportant.", he held your hand now, gently caressing it. "The stress made me act this way probably and i shouldn't have lashed out at you. You forgive me?", your gaze was still as cold. Chuuya just pulled you close to him, finally after a week, this made you realize that you missed him more than you thought.

Chuuya stroked your back, kissing your forehead first, then your cheeks, and lastly, your lips— those lips he hasn't kissed for something which felt like an eternity. He just wanted to make it up to you one way or another. "Lay down, dollface, wanna make you feel good.", Chuuya said to you while he was holding your chin. "I haven't fully forgiven you yet, y'know that, right?", looking away while you said this, Chuuya just had to chuckle. "You're gonna when I'm done with you, trust me.", you rolled your eyes and just laid back like he wanted. Chuuya moved himself between your legs, removing the shorts and panties blocking his path and letting your legs hang over his shoulders.

"No need to tense up, pretty, jus' relax,", he whispered, pressing kisses to your thighs, never breaking eye contact. Those kisses started to get closer and closer to your cunt, which was waiting for his tongue. Once his mouth got to it's destination, Chuuya started his work. He ate you out like his life depended on it, but he made sure he won't make a big mess. You where quietly moaning, trying to not be heard by him. "Why so quiet, sweetheart?", he lightly teased, you just looked away again. "C'mon, look at me. I wanna make you feel good, remember that?", you looked back at him, your cheeks were slightly flushed and lust was filled in your eyes. Chuuya dived back in and kept his eye contact with you, looking at you while you try to bite down your moans. This only made him suck on your clit, which also broke your silence.

It didn't take long for you to finish with Chuuya looking at you while pleasuring you. As you came on his tongue, still breathing unsteady, Chuuya got up between your legs. "You're so perfect like this, darlin'.", he whispered before kissing you, you could loosely taste yourself on his tongue. While he was kissing you, he freed his cock out of his pants. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to insert his dick inside you. He stroked your folds with his tip to catch some slick and entered almost easily, as if your cunt was sucking him in. "Fuck, I forgot how good you felt around me. Forgive me for neglecting this perfect— oh, fuck!", he cut himself off by starting to thrust.

If you weren't loud earlier, you definitely were now. Chuuya was kissing you while being inside you, thrusting while his lips were on yours, whispering "I love you"s and apologies to you. "You're so good for me, fuck— I love you so much.", his thrusts got sloppier, meaning he was close. Your arms were thrown around his neck as you threw your head back, you could feel your upcoming orgasm. "Chuuya— shit, 'm so close, please don't stop!", "Wasn't planning on it, you feel way too good for that, baby.", as your cunt clenched down around him, he surprisingly moaned, instantly cumming inside you. He thrusted once more and that's when you came undone a second time.

"So. . did you change your mind, doll?"

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Sorry if ur tag didn't work 😕 also sorry if I fucked the storyline up

#chuuya'sheaven ♡#chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd smut #chuuya angst

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iovebarca · 1 month

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can you write a pedri series inspired by a quevedo song for example like columbia

but plz make it a happy ending my heart hurts too much already bc of this season 😭😭😭😭

Fountain of Love - Pedri

Authors note: I've never written something like this so give me feedback! and please send in some requests!🫶🏼

+ I could turn this into a series but yall have to give me songs😭 and it doesn't necessarily have to be by Quevedo.

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me

WC: 800 ish

Summary: You meet Pedri, a talented footballer, in the city. Despite challenges, your love grows stronger. Now, watching the sunset together, you find solace in each other's arms, knowing your love will endure.

Meaning of the song: Columbia by Quevedo is about a romantic relationship, with the lyrics expressing themes of love, desire, and passion. The song likely explores the ups and downs of being in a relationship, perhaps touching on emotions like longing, excitement, and devotion.

The first time you laid eyes on Pedri was like a scene out of a romantic novel, a moment etched into your memory with the vividness of a dream. It was a balmy summer evening, the kind where the air hung heavy with the scent of street food and the sound of laughter danced through the bustling streets. The town square was alive with activity, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds that captivated your senses as you strolled through its midst.

And then, amidst the chaos, you saw him—Pedri, standing by the fountain like a serene figure in a painting. There was something about him, something magnetic that drew you in, like a moth to a flame. Not too tall but incredibly handsome, with tousled dark hair and hazel eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe, he exuded a quiet confidence that set him apart from the crowd.

As you approached him, your heart fluttered with anticipation, unsure of what to expect from this enigmatic stranger. But when he turned to look at you, a warm smile gracing his lips, all your doubts melted away. "Hello," he said, his voice soft and melodic, sending shivers down your spine. "Enjoying the evening?"

His words were simple, yet they held a world of meaning, a silent invitation to join him in this moment of serenity amidst the chaos of the city. And so, with a smile of your own, you nodded, feeling a sense of connection blooming between you like a flower in bloom. "Yes, it's beautiful," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying a weight of their own.

And just like that, your journey with Pedri began—a journey filled with twists and turns, highs and lows, laughter and tears. He wasn't just any ordinary guy; he was a footballer, a rising star in the world of sports, with a talent that left spectators in awe and opponents trembling in their boots. But despite his fame and success, he remained humble and down-to-earth, a quality that only made you fall for him even harder.

Together, you navigated the highs and lows of his career, from the exhilarating victories to the devastating defeats. You were his biggest fan, cheering him on from the sidelines with unwavering devotion, even when the odds seemed stacked against him. And through it all, he never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the world, showering you with love and affection every chance he got.

But amidst the excitement of his career, there were moments of doubt and uncertainty, moments when you wondered if your love could withstand the pressures of fame and fortune. There were rumors and scandals, gossip columns filled with speculation about Pedri's personal life, threatening to tear you apart.

But through it all, you stood by him, your love stronger than ever in the face of adversity. You were his rock, his anchor in the storm, reminding him of the person he truly was beneath the glare of the spotlight.

As the years passed, your bond with Pedri only grew stronger, deepening with each passing day. You shared your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, knowing that no matter what the future held, you would face it together.

And then, one magical evening, Pedri got down on one knee and asked you to be his forever. It was a moment you would never forget—the way his eyes sparkled with love and adoration, the way his voice trembled with emotion as he professed his undying love for you. And as you said yes, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, you knew that your life would never be the same again.

Now, as you stand hand in hand with Pedri, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. For in Pedri's arms, you have found your home, your safe haven in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

As the stars begin to twinkle overhead, you lean in to kiss Pedri, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. For in Pedri, you have found not only a lover but a partner, a soulmate to share life's journey with until the end of time. And as you gaze into each other's eyes, you know that no matter what the future may hold, as long as you have each other, you will always find your way back home.

#pedri #pedri fluff #pedri one shot #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri fanfic #fc barcelona

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clownrecess · 11 months

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Hi! My son (9) uses an AAC device at school to help him communicate and for teachers to communicate with him. Do you have any advice for parents?

I'm sorry if this isnt very organized, I'll just be listing off and talking about what I wish my parents and adults around me did when I first started using AAC.

I also apologize for the kinda sorta late response. I haven't been doing too well lately, and I also wanted to make sure I said everything in this post how I wanted to say it. Those two things combined slowed down the process a bit.

1. AAC is not a language. However, it functions a lot differently than the oral version of the language that is being used at times, and I feel like thats important to recognize. AAC grammar doesn't need to align with "typical" oral grammar or speech patterns. As long as (most) others can understand what's being communicated by the AAC user, trying to get them to add in words like "The" really isn't necessary. Of course if they want to develop more proper grammar and more language that is super cool. But a lot (of course not all!!) of AAC users I've spoken to, including myself, find it really frustrating when people try to slow down and make it harder for us to communicate by adding in extra words. If its understandable, and the user doesn't want to, it isn't necessary (I also do want to add that I personally do use proper grammar most of the time, but a good portion of the time I don't.).

2. "Encourging the user to use their device" does *not* mean ignoring them when they don't, and/or telling them to "use their words". All communication is good communication. Pointing is good. Body language is good. Drawing pictures is good. Etc. Encouraging use of an AAC device in a good way means making sure it is always available, making sure the user knows it is an option, that the user knows how to use it, and that you respect the device *FULLY*.

3. Oral speech should not be the goal unless the AAC user wants it. All communication is equally good, and favoring oral speech is ableism. If the AAC user WANTS to use oral speech, then that is super cool and then there can be a goal of developing and/or improving their oral speech. If they haven't made it clear that it's something that they personally want, don't try to force it.

4. Stickers!! This one is more silly than serious, and of course it's up to the user, but if they want to put stickers on their device, allow it. Its cute!

5. ACCESS TO VOCABULARY IS IMPORTANT. Limiting someones language to "Eat" "Drink" "Bathroom" "Mom" "Dad" "School" or similar is not okay. I've seen someone on YouTube who didn't even let their kid have a "no" button. I fully understand that not everyone is capable of using complex language, and for a lot of AAC users, only having simple words and an easier to navigate (by having less options) device is important. And that is PERFECTLY OKAY!! But what isn't okay, is assuming one is incapable of using more language than "eat" and "drink". If they can not communicate their wants and needs when they understand that, they need more buttons. If that means starting to SLOWLY add a little more, that's okay.

6. Be patient. AAC takes longer to use than oral speech does. Even if the time we are taking is frustrating, don't show that. And yes, this includes guessing out loud what we are going to say by trying to finish our sentence whilst we are still typing (unless the user has expressed this is okay with them.).

7. Make sure teachers and other people know not to take away their AAC device under any circumstances! Doing so is the equivalent to duct taping someones mouth shut or removing their vocal chords. It's scary.

That's all I could think of. If other AAC users (not parents of them, not friends, etc. ONLY AAC USERS) want to comment or reblog with more tips that would be greatly appreciated! <3

#tw ableism mention #actually autistic #neurodivergent #autism #aac user #nonspeaking autistic #nonspeaking #aac device #disabled #aac users #nonverbal #speech loss #actually nonspeaking #actually nonverbal #actually mute #level 2 autism

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winterlogysblog · 2 months

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4KOTA FANFIC | Based from @crystaldrops20 's idea💡

I finally finished it lol

Note: My grammar still sucks so bear with me

Nasiens is tasked with one thing. One important thing, and that is, to bring Percival back. It's not a simple task, it's a quite complicated one that might take years to accomplish but Nasiens won't give up, producing medicine is the one thing that he knows and he'll do the best that he can to make the medicine that will wake him up. They took him to the Fairy Realm, it was Lancelot's idea, and Meliodas approved of it.

With Lancelot's guidance, they traveled towards the Fairy King's Forest with Anne and Donny tagging along. Lancelot seems quite familiar with the place which isn't too surprising since he's half-fairy. Nasiens is optimistic but nervous, he's presenting himself to royalty after all. Lancelot must have noticed this and reassured him. "Don't worry too much, you'll be fine in there."

"What is he even like?" Donny asked. "You mentioned him before, you said he taught you a few spells, right?"

"Yeah, Tristan even said that he made you your clothes," Anne added. "Which isn't really something he would do to just anybody given his status."

Lancelot sighed. "Might as well... You see, the Fairy King... he's my uncle."

"What?!" The three erupted

"It's not that big of a deal okay." Lancelot shrugged.

"What do you mean not that big of a deal!!!" Donny shouted. "This is really important information!!"

"Listen... don't think about it too much all right. Uncle isn't the type of person who cares about these things, and since you guys are my buddies I guarantee you he'll just make you call him by his name."

And true to Lancelot's words that is exactly what happened. And that is how Nasiens got himself into the Fairy Realm and it was filled to the brim with various things he could use, and it made him hopeful that he could actually do this. The Fairy King placed Percival inside the Cave of Whispers, he didn't get the chance to ask him the reason for this since he was still quite unsure of how to approach the monarch.

Everything is as it should be, he is given the opportunity of a lifetime to explore a realm that is perfect for his abilities and with a goal in mind, there is nothing that should stop him. During his time there, he made good friends with Tioreh, the Fairy King's youngest daughter and her other siblings seem to like him as well, except for their eldest. From time to time Lancelot would visit and would bring Anne and Donny with him.

"How's everything?" Donny asked him as they gathered inside the Cave of Whispers.

"The usual, although my experiments keep on failing." Nasiens lowered his head.

"Come on man. It's only been what? a couple of months since you got here. I'm sure there are tons of things you haven't tried yet, you'll find a way." Donny patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"How is it living here then?" Anne asked.

"It's fine. I'm still easing up on the whole thing. Sometimes, I still get quite nervous around them even though they're so friendly." Nasiens answered. "I got used to being with Tioreh though, I'm not quite sure about the others."

"That's good at least." Lancelot nodded. "Out of everyone, Tioreh and Belte are the easiest to get along with, Sixtus is a bit tricky but I'm sure he'll like you."

Nasiens can't help but chuckle. Lancelot turns into a different person when he's around his family, he gets so giddy and fun like he finally gets to loosen up a bit.

"I mean when I first met Sixtus you're the person who came to mind. You two are quite a lot alike." Nasiens said.

"Fair." Lancelot nodded.

"Mertyl doesn't seem to like me all that much, to be honest," Nasiens added.

"I guess I can see why." Nasiens heard Lancelot said. "He's always been so insecure."

"What would Mertyl be insecure about?" Nasiens asked.

"What?" Lancelot raised a brow.

"You said something about how you can see why Mertyl doesn't like me because he's insecure about something. I wanna know what it is about."

"I didn't..." Lancelot mumbled under his breath.

"Lancelot didn't say anything like that."

"I'm pretty sure he did, I heard him."

"Nasiens... You just read my mind." Lancelot breathed out.

"What?! You're joking, right? You're the one who can read minds around here Lancelot."

"I'm not kidding, I can guarantee that you just read my mind just then."

"All right, even if I did, how is that even possible?"

"Nasiens... have you been taking any Mullein pills since you got here?" Lancelot asked.

"Mullein pills? No. I haven't, and what that has to do with anything?" Upon Nasiens' answer, Donny and Anne were taken aback, a small gasp escaping their mouths.

"I've been giving these two Mullein pills every time we visit because the atmosphere of the Fairy Realm is toxic to humans, it causes dizziness and asthma if they're exposed for too long."

"What?" Nasiens gasped. "But how come I experienced none of that, in fact, my health actually got better ever since I got here."

Lancelot sighed heavily. "Oh dear."

"Lancelot... you know something don't you." Donny turned to the blonde but he stayed silent, his head stayed low. "Hey! Say something!"

Lancelot simply chuckled. "So it is true."

"Nasiens... you're smart, you could put two and two together, right?"

Nasiens lowered his head. "I'm... I'm a fairy, aren't I?" Anne and Donny's eyes widened. "How long have you known?" Nasiens asked Lancelot.

"I have my suspicions, The ability to be immune to poisons is quite rare for humans but is natural to the Fairy Clan, that was my first hint. But, you never exhibited anything else other than that so I suppose that was just a unique thing that you could do because of your magic." Lancelot explained. "Then... this happened."

"I see." Nasiens nodded.

"Hey! Don't be upset!" Anne rushed over to him. "No matter what you are, you're still Nasiens, nothing will change."

"She's right!" Donny added. "I'm sure Percival will say the same thing, know what I bet he'll be super excited to know that you're a fairy this entire time."

Nasiens smiled as they comforted him, truthfully, he wasn't all that upset, he was actually glad that he got to know more about his origins and slowly he gets to hear what's inside their hearts, he gets to hear their love and care for him.

"Lancelot! Aren't you gonna say anything?! You're the one who dropped this on him! Be a little considerate come on!" Anne scolded Lancelot.

"Could you two wait outside for a bit? I need to speak to Nasiens alone." Lancelot said, his voice low, his bangs covering his eyes.

"Don't give us that! If you have anything to say to him, you can say it to us! We're all friends here!"

"Fine." Lancelot sighed, slowly walking over to Nasiens as he spoke.

"I had another cousin, his name is Galehaut. I've been told that he was taken away, a changeling a prank, a stupid and cruel prank where a fairy and human baby were switched. Uncle and Auntie were absolutely devasted at the time, I couldn't even comprehend it myself but I was told that the fairy who did it wasn't a part of the forest, it was someone from the outside, which made it even more impossible to find him. They tried their best but they couldn't and they had to accept the fact that they ultimately lost their firstborn."

"Lancelot... where are you going with this?"

"Galehaut has brown hair and amber eyes, that's what I've been told." Lancelot continued. "Nasiens... when I first met you... you reminded me so much of my uncle." A small tear escaped Lancelot's eyes. "From the way you look to your determination to save the Gorge." Lowering his head he chuckled."It's crazy that I only realized this just now... I can't believe it has been you this entire time."

Nasiens is stunned. Lancelot, he's crying. He's overwhelmed with emotions, he can hear it, he can hear it perfectly. There are no lies to what he said, everything is true and genuine. A small tear fell from his eyes as well, soft sobs escaping him.

"I know you have questions, rightfully so, but I can't answer all of them," Lancelot said. "We'll talk this thing through with everybody, it won't be easy but... I'll be there. We're family now after all."

Donny and Anne were left dumbfounded by what just occurred, everything just seemed so crazy that it couldn't be true, but it was. For the first time, Lancelot is clean. Anne can see it, he's not hiding anything, and everything he has said is true.

Unbeknownst to them, some are looking in and listening in to the conversation. Two fairies, one boy and one girl.

"Hey! Did you hear that!" One whisper yelled.

"Yeah! So... Nassie is our brother." The other one responded.

"That's what Lancelot said, besides you heard all those rumors. They couldn't just come from anywhere."

"What about Mertyl then?"

"Come on! He's still our big brother, and I highly doubt this will change anything. Think of it like we'll have another sibling but instead of having a younger one we'll have someone older."

Amidst to their whispering, another voice joined in.

"What are you two doing here sneaking around for?"

The two fairies turned around and flew upwards in shock and held each other.

"Sixtus!" They cried in unison.

"Well... Tioreh is about to visit Nasiens and she mentioned that Lancelot would be here so I tagged along." Belte explained. "Then we just so happened to overhear their conversation and..."

"Sixtus... Nassie is our brother." Tioreh spoke softly.

"What!?"

"Dude, you must have heard the rumors right? You know about the name every elder refuses to talk about." Belte flew over to his brother.

"Galehaut," Sixtus spoke softly. "It's the name of Mom and Dad's firstborn."

"How did you know?"

"I asked Dad about it years ago, his answer did not match what his heart said. I don't know why they kept it from us but I suppose it's for Mertyl's sake. He has always been insecure about his standing."

"We heard it. Lancelot said it himself. Nasiens is Galehaut!" Belte shouted a little too loud.

"Hey!!" It's Lancelot. "Belte!! It's rude to spy on people."

"Now you've done it!" Tioreh glared at her brother.

"You too Tioreh!!"

Sixtus rolled his eyes and sighed. "Just go inside."

Upon entering, Tioreh and Belte hang their head low not wanting to see Lancelot glaring at them which he really isn't.

"Seriously." Lancelot raised a brow. "You too Sixtus."

"As if." Sixtus scoffed. "I'm the one who caught these hooligans."

"On a serious note, is it true?" Sixtus asked for confirmation and Lancelot affirmed it with a nod.

"I see."

"That's amazing!!" Tioreh cheered and flew over to Nasiens to give him a hug. Flabbergasted, Nasiens stayed still. "I have a new big brother!!"

"Come on man! Loosen up a bit!!" Belte laughed without a care in the world.

Lancelot just chuckled at his cousins' antics and Sixtus smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Mertyl." Sixtus said.

"Thanks." Lancelot smiled.

"Did you seriously just realize this now?" Sixtus chuckled, deciding to be a bit playful.

"Oh shut up! You guys didn't realize this too." Lancelot exclaimed.

"Well... I did." Sixtus smirked, flipping himself upside down.

"Me too!!" Tioreh added, clinging onto Nasiens.

"I mean, I kinda got it." Belte shrugged.

"Hah! Liar!!"

"What do you mean!! He looks a lot like them. Anyone would have guessed!!" Sixtus chuckled. "Especially me, I've been told that I'm the spitting image of my father."

"I still can't get that one." Belte shook his head.

"Uncle looks different when he's younger. Just imagine Sixtus with his hair and eye color and you got it." Lancelot replied.

"Quick! Change! I wanna see it." Tioreh squealed.

"What?! No!!"

"Do it!!" Belte insisted. "It's not that hard."

"Still a no." Sixtus shook his head.

"Sixty... Please..." Tioreh pleaded. "Do it for Nassie." She shoved Nasiens who is getting overwhelmed but growing comfortable with their interactions.

"Say something," Tioreh whispered into his ear.

"Uhhh... I'm curious what His Majesty looks like when he is younger as well." Nasiens said.

Sixtus stayed silent for a while until a small idea came to mind.

"Fine. I'll do it." Sixtus smirked. "But... Call him father first."

Lancelot choked out a laugh, falling on his knees, Tioreh let out a cheer of excitement and Belte gave Sixtus a high five.

Nasiens' cheeks turned red, the very thought of it made him so embarrassed he wanted to melt into a puddle.

"Do it Nassie!!" Tioreh shook him.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Belte clapped his hands.

"You guys are vile." Lancelot laughed. "You're gonna kill the guy."

As the commotion was going on, two figures stood at the entrance of the Cave.

"They all seem to be getting along just fine, there's no need to worry your Majesty."

#Nasiens and Cousin Lancelot #nnt fanfic #4kota fanfic #nanatsu no taizai #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #seven deadly sins sequel #seven deadly sins #4kota #nnt #nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi #lancelot #nasiens #tioreh #belte #donny #anne #kiane kids shenanigans #more fanifcs on the works

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drea-ms · 1 year

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ミ★﹐THE PREFECT PAIR．﹗﹑ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆ In which a small remark causes a bigger problem for the both of them. ( requested from old account )

warnings. asshole kyle. stans is yns twin. angst. happy ending. enemies to lovers? academical rivals to lovers. arguing. crying. long i think? grammar mistakes.

You never liked stan's friend group. Well, most of them, Kenny was alright, he was kind to you when he isn't flirting with you, but overall better than like most of them, Butters was a good friend, you knew that he was always a target in the group, but he doesn't get enough credit for taking care of the group.

The last two people were the ones you disliked the most were eric cartman (there's no reason to even talk about the things he's done) and Kyle Broflovski, you didn't know why you disliked him (you did) but you would never tell your twin that you hate his super best friend and that he hates you back, now would you?

When you met Kyle, you thought he was cute, nice and charming, (mind you were both in like 3rd when you officially met him). You don't know what you did to make him hate you, but ever since 3rd grade he would ignore you when you were around and wouldn't even talk to you, even when you were paired up. He always had his serious face when you around, and everyone around you felt bad for you. (including cartman.... surprisingly..)

So since then you two have been competing on almost everything. Grades? somehow you always beat him, Gym Class? You're both on opposite teams and are targeting each other, Anything else? you both were there and competing against each other. You didn't know how it started, but you both are stubborn enough to let it finish.

Today was not your day, everything went wrong and you don't even want to go through it, and guess what? Kyle was bothering you!! yay... right? Not really if he's been peering you since he's been getting frost stop in class recently. Non. Stop. And when the teacher told everyone that they'll be with a study partner, she chose you and Kyle.

So now here you were, in the library, stressed out your mind and with the guy you really dislike. He was talking your head off, you weren't really paying attention, mostly reading the text that was assigned and writing down your notes until–

"Are you even listening? You stopped writing down notes and you're still reading the text? are you even understanding the lesson?" oh. he was talking to you, you turn and face him, he looked mad (at least to you), and well you being in a mood you said, "Unlike you, I can multitask and understand things when I'm given a timlimit, you on the other hand, seem to only write notes on the 'important parts' of the text." you said giving a 'smile' and went back to your work.

"Shut up. At least I'm not zoning out. That's all you've been doing, haven't you Marsh? You know since you've been losing yourself and slipping. How would people think of you? The infamous Yn Marsh and her grades slipping into the dumpster—" "Can you like shut up!? Is that all your good for? making fun of your best friends twin sister because you're not in first place?!? How much stupid can you get Kyle!?!?" crying, you were crying. You didn't know when you started to cry but you knew you were going to leave the library. So you left.

You went to your locker, getting your things and trying to rush out of there, not want to see any one at the moment until you heard someone running at you, "Yn? Yn!" It was Kyle fucking Brofloski. You continued to ignore him until he made you turn around and face him, "Where are you going?" "Home. now leave me alone. I'll ask the teacher if we can switch partners tomorrow." you say trying to get off his grip. "Um- look, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know it was wrong of me to treat you like that today, hell since we were kids." he looked sad? maybe pity for you

"I know you won't accept my apology, but please trust me when I say I mean this." What? What was he saying? You try to say something when he cuts you off, "I don't know whether it recently or if I have been in denial since forever, but I really like you, I don't know how it started or when, but please give me a chance to court you, to start over again and make sure that I don't fuck it up again, just please." he looked at you like he was going on his knees and beg for you.

You don't say anything for a while until he hear the words he wanted to hear,

"Two Months. I'm giving you two months to court me and start fresh again. You fuck it and we're done."

"Anything for you, love"

NAO SPEAKS? bro i checked my notes app and found out i saved all of my requests 🙈🙈🙈 expect more coming soon 🫶🫶🦶

#📞 — nwjn-z #south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #[ 👠 ] ; old requests !

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benkyoutobentou · 8 months

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（再）自己紹介 | Langblr Reintroduction!

皆さん　こんにちは！I recently hit a follower milestone and figured that it was time to reintroduce myself, as it's been quite a while, and I don't really have much information about me easily accessible on my blog. Additionally, I'd like to actually write stuff down about how this blog is organized. じゃあ、始めましょう！

Hi, my name is Nobody (they/them), my native language is English, and I like studying languages! Languages have interested me ever since I was a child, but I feel like I never knew how to properly learn a language until I started studying Japanese in 2020. Now, I also study Mandarin Chinese and German! Japanese is my main target language, and I would some day like to make Japanese my primary language. Yes, that means I'm interested in moving to Japan long-term.

Immersion is my favorite way to study, but as of right now, most of my immersion has been done in Japanese. Please tell me what you're reading or watching, or ask me what I'm reading or watching! I especially love talking about books and manga and would be more than willing to share recommendations!

Outside of language learning, my hobbies include horseback riding, gardening, and reading (in English). I also have a degree in music performance, but I don't really consider that to be a hobby since it's something I'm actively pursuing as a career.

As for my blog, I keep it mostly Japanese focused, mainly because I made this blog when I was only studying Japanese, but my other languages do show up once in a while, and much of the content I post/reblog isn't tied to a single language. Here are the tags I frequently use to organize my blog and what they all mean:

#benkyou posting - these are my own posts! These are usually tagged with at least one of the other tags, as this tag just denotes that I was the one who made it, not necessarily the content that it contains.

#languages - these are posts that are typically tied to a specific language or the specific study of languages. Resources for learning languages will also show up here.

#tips - these posts are general studying tips and may not be specifically about language learning, but are applicable to the study of languages.

#study - these posts are aesthetic posts of peoples' notes and study spaces.

#inspo - these posts are inspirational posts, for when you might have a bit of trouble getting into the study mood.

#art - this is just for Japanese art! Usually, it'll be traditional arts and I must admit that I'm a sucker for woodblock prints. If I reblog any sort of Japanese fashion (think more kimonos), it'll also show up here.

#culture - these are posts about the cultural aspects of Japan, such as explanations of festivals and the such.

#aesthetic - these are just beautiful photos of Japan, mostly temples. Again, these are just photos I like, and I really like shrines and castles (once someone called me a "temple weeb" and I'm still laughing about it).

#memes - this tag is for anything fun! Memes aren't the only thing that go in here- things such as polls and silly text posts will also show up here.

Things that I don't post or reblog include vocabulary lists and grammar explanations. I have nothing against them, I just don't particularly use them on tumblr and therefore find no reason to put them on my own blog. I've made a few vocabulary lists in the past, but have found that it's just not for me! Remember that language learning is a deeply personal journey and what works for you might not work for me and vice verse. Just because these things aren't particularly what I look for out of langblr content doesn't mean that they're not important to other people, but I would like to be clear about what shows up (and doesn't!) on my blog.

So welcome to my blog! I hope you choose to stick around a while! And for those who don't know Japanese, my blog name means "studying and lunch boxes."

#benkyou posting #language learning #studyblr #langblr #intro post #polyglot #japanese #studying #studyinspo #study blog

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erose-this-name · 3 months

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Primer On Stylistic Elements Of Internet Speak (Zoomerese) (from what I've learned by being terminally online)

This is just text, like, normal fucking text. nothing special about this.

Because base English 🥱 only has support for shouting :O (!) questions🤨(?) and statements ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (.), and we wanted to add new registers of voice :P, (and keyboards limit the ability to add new symbols) :-( a lot of new features to the language have to be made out of other symbols or be made of stylistic elements instead of a dedicated symbol. And since there's no dedicated authority to teach people new abstract symbols, they had to be faces so they could be intuitive. ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

This isn't sARcaSTIc at all, I mean come on, why would anyone EVER want to indicate SARCASM by OVEREXAGGERATING to compensate for """"English not having a sarcasm punctuation mark""""? Like, c'mon, it's not like "/s" or ".~" can also be used AS a sarcmark.~

Oh, yeah? "RanDOM CaPS mAKeS IT sOunD LIkE mOCkiNG" that's what you sound like.

This is TOTALLY post-irony OR meta-irony, where you just, like, SAY what you actually mean but IN A SARCASTIC WAY??? Uh, what is this, some kinda "gen z exclusive" comedy/slang feature?? Like, wow, I guess you would need to do that to "create some distance" between you and your beliefs by giving you the ability to say you were "JuST KiDDinG", or as a "joke" because ""zoomers"" are so oversaturated with content that normal single level sarcasm doesn't work anymore and they need to layer that shit up two or three times, or some bullshit like that.

I'm finna splain txt messg shorthand, aka sms language. its like faster 2 type & kinda gives u a valley grl vibe. itz actually a bit harder 2 learn than the rest of these and I'm not gud at it. kthnx

This. Is. Putting. A. Period. On. Every. Fucking. Word. This. Shit. Makes. It. Sound. Like. You. Motherfucker. Are. Very. FUCKING. Angry. And. Authoritative. (this prosody is also a new [and relatively rare] feature in spoken English as well.)

UwU, what's this? Nya, thiws iws uwu/owo voice! (UwU)! Iwt iws meant towo sowund wike a baby voice, vewy cute (hazawdouswy cute) (UwU!), awnd iws used excwusivewy by fuwwies awnd femboys awnd fuwwy femboys uwu awnd anyaone who uses iwt "iwonyacawwy" iws secwetewy owne nya of those pwobabwy uwu. use at youw own peril (you will wose bwaincewws awnd become gay) nya! RAWR XD

Dis ar teh LOLCAT, it be VRY OUTDATD MEME, but sum bits ov dis style ov brokd grammar an spellin' still appears on teh interwebs in TINY DOSES 2 mak it seem cutr an dumbr or leik a cat 4 ironic purposez, LIEK ONCE OR TWICE PER POST!!!1!1 DO NOT OVAR USE IT LIEK IM U WILL DYE!!!1!1!

uh all lowercase and without punctuation makes it seem childish/lazy which can be used for irony if what youre saying is actually very important or authoritative but you dont wanna sound that way because you are depressed or just wanna feel cute or maybe some other reason idk im just a boy

Exclamation marks (!) indicate excitement and energy! My Dad (ex-typographer) whose really really cool says that exclamation marks (!) mean you're SHOUTING and not to use them!!! And he's really cool, but that's not right anymore because SHOUTING IS INDICATED BY ALL UPPERCASE!!!!!

AAAA WHY ARE WE SHOUTING!?

fUCK CAPS LOCK IS ON THIS LOOKS LIKE AN OBVIOUS MISTAKE/UNINTENTIONAL SHOUTING FUNNY JOKE.

This is Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, which is done on Tumblr Dot Com but not much elsewhere. It brings to mind how Titles and Headlines also sometimes Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, and gives your post an aura of Authority and to Nounify Something.

Most other parts of the internet™®© do this where they spam copyright and trademark symbols®©™®©© to achieve the same effect as capitalizing the first letter in every word©©™.

>be me >go on 4Chan.org >dies immediately.exe >looks into posts >discovers entirely unique and interesting writing style called greentext >ask why its called that >Get called a "newf*g, desu" >it's mostly used by incels to gaslight fa/tg/uys and /b/***** (they wouldn't censor that) into reading stories they made up about themselves where they become a sex haver >literally no one believes that any greentext has ever actually happened >find incest greentext >ew.wav >read it anyways because ******** (utter self-loathing is important for authentic greentext) >it's just the plot of Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back >mfw

I learned 4Channerish so you don't have to. Seriously, don't.

(If I've missed anything please reblog to expand our VALUABLE COLLECTIVE EDUTRAINING ABILITIES)

#writing #writeblr #spilled thoughts #cursed #linguistics #anyways i think a lot of this will eventually be adopted into standard english style guides and be considered proper grammar eventually may #also oh I don't know GEN ALPHA will make their own STYLE BS and we ANCIENT VENERABLE ZILLENIALS will be crotchety and confused about it

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Best Aid - Part Three

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 -

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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Because of the accident, your boss asked you to do another 12-hour shift. The hospital was chaotic and some patients had even been sent to other hospitals for lack of beds.

It turns out that before the firefighters arrived, another two cars that were on fire actually exploded, as Thomas had predicted. Not many people were hurt by these explosions because the parking lot was practically empty. The problem was that the financial loss was huge and the hospital's pipeline had been damaged, which caused the closure of a wing of the hospital forcing a relocation of patients.

Your shift was over an hour ago, but things were so hectic that you and Jeremy stretched out a little longer.

Dressing in your normal clothes, finally stopping to pay attention to your body, you saw how tired you were.

"I'm a wreck," you said meeting Jeremy in the locker room

"Me too. I know it's only ten o'clock at night, but it's been past my days of hours and hours of shifting in a row. I made a promise to myself and I wouldn’t double shift no more" he said wearily "my mental health is more important"

"Well I'm kind of used to it" you smiled, putting on your sneakers "but today was intense"

"It was really intense. I can't wait to get home and soak in my bathtub" he said hopefully

"I'm jealous. I need to get an apartment with a bathtub now" you laughed.

"It makes all the difference," he said standing up when you finished putting your shoes on.

He offered to give you a ride home since your car had turned to coal. You hadn't called insurance yet, but you were pretty sure they would cover the expenses somehow.

On the way out of the hospital, you were surprised to find Thomas outside smoking a cigarette.

You looked at Jeremy with a doubtful face and they walked up to him

"What are you still doing here?" you asked him

"Hey, Doc. Just doing a more thorough investigation" he said and you nodded

"I thought it was the gas line," Jeremy said adjusting his backpack on his back.

"Maybe" Thomas replied as he looked at where the explosion happened.

"Well I doubt they are being able to see anything, why don't you guys come back during the day?" you asked

"Because this isn't happening," he said and looked at you, his eyes looking deep into yours causing a shiver down your spine "get it?" you nodded

"Good luck with your non-investigation," you said and continued walking with Jeremy to his car

"Doc?" Thomas called you making you stop and look at him "how are you going to get home? Do you need a ride?"

"Um, no, I'll-" you started but were interrupted

"Yeah, she's taking the bus. I tried to convince her, but she just won't let me drive her home just because I live on the other side of town." Jeremy spoke quickly, lying without shaking a muscle on his face. You looked at him frowning not understanding "we know how dangerous it can be at night but she doesn't listen to me" he shrugged

"What are you doing?" you asked him in surprise and he smiled

"I can drop you off at home," he said and you shook your head

"It's not necessary," you said shaking your head

"I insist, you don’t live far from here," he said throwing his cigarette on the floor and walking toward you "let's go, it will be quick," he said walking past you and walking to his car

"I'm going to kill you," you said to Jeremy who smiled at you

"Use a condom," he said and winked

"What?" you laughed and he walked away leaving you in the middle of the dark parking lot. looking around you saw Thomas standing by the side of the car waiting for you with the passenger door open. You smiled embarrassed and got in the car

His car smelled new and probably cost more than your apartment.

You felt a little uncomfortable in his car, not sure what to do. he had turned on the car radio, keeping the volume down just to fill the awkward silence

"You don't think it was an accident?" you asked trying to make conversation

"It never is" he replied "not when I'm around" you nodded and went back to paying attention to the road "sorry about your car, ey"

"Oh, I don't mind. I mean, I do, but honestly, I'm sadder that the security guard who was driving died. He was a nice guy" you said sadly "if I had gone to take the car out of the way... well I don't even like to think about it" you shook your head

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked confused

"A few minutes before the explosion, the guard asked me to move the car out of the parking space because it was getting in the way of the work that was being done there. But I was too busy and I gave the key to him… He was a nice guy, always smiling" you explained "I don't know why, but I feel guilty "

"No reason, it wasn't your fault," he said and you nodded.

"I know" you nodded.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” he asked and you shook your head while laughing

“No” you laughed “I’ll just wash this day away and cuddle with Ozzy,” you told him

“Oh, Ozzy. Is he your boyfriend?” he asked and you frowned

“No” you smiled “he’s a cat. I have a cat” he nodded almost relieved to know

“You don’t look like a cat person,” he said

“Really? I am so hurt by that statement” you joked and he smiled “what about you, do you have any pets?”

“No, I am not a pet person,” he said “they are too high maintenance”

“Oh, Mister Shelby has no time for other things but himself, I assume” you teased

“My business takes much off my time already,” he said shrugging and you smiled

“That's sad,” you said mocking him

“As if you were any different. Look at the time you are leaving your work” he retorted making you smile

“I guess we are not that different, except I save people and you… well” you shrugged and he nodded quietly. You didn't have to finish your sentence, you both knew exactly what you meant.

"Thanks for the ride" you thanked him as he pulled up in front of your building.

"No problem," he said with a smile as you got out of the car “have a good night”.

“You too” you smiled and walked inside.

Later that night Thomas' men discovered the bomb in your car. The bomb was connected to the ignition. You just had to start the car and boom, it would explode.

He was already tired of this senseless war. But his enemies seemed to feed on it.

Who were his enemies? well, it was easier to ask who wasn't.

Right now he was at war with the Italian mafia. They were vying for territory, as the mafia wanted to get into Birmingham and other cities they had control over, like London. Tommy for years kept order in these cities, people think the crimes he committed were out of greed, but without the Peaky Blinders, chaos would ensue. the truth is that without them there was no order.

Several studies have already proven that when a power structure is lacking, a structure that gives order to society, as the police do, small other groups will grow and take on this responsibility upon themselves. This happens a lot in areas abandoned by the state, where the law does not apply. Where the rich aren't settled, where Tommy was born.

It wasn't easy to get where he was, but it was easy to do what he did. People who know the Peaky Blinders know that they do more for them than any politician with empty promises.

Of course, they worked out of fear and kept their power that way, but is that so different from what the police or religion does? you can't do anything they don't want you to or you're doomed to hell or a prison cell for years. At least Tommy gave a second chance to anyone who proved worthy.

He cared about who was with him, he protected whoever walked by his side. Building, thus, a feeling of union with each and every person favored by the Peaky Blinders, making people who weren't, want to be. One of his main rules being that civilians were always off-limits, no harm was to be done to them, ever.

Back to talking about the war with the mafia.

Many civilians had already paid the price. Starting first with the bomb implanted in one of his factories, killing many of his workers. After that, an attack on one of his main ports on the west coast destroyed several ships and took many lives as well. Not to mention the direct confrontations that went on in the dark and narrow streets of Birmingham.

They had been at war for almost two months now. Tommy knew that going forward was just backward. He would only get more and more violent. The mafia didn't care who they would hurt, they just wanted to prove that everything and everyone could be their victim, that they had the power and not Tommy.

To be honest with himself Tommy was afraid for everyone around him. He had a plan, he had to outsmart them, but for some reason, the Italians always seemed to be five steps ahead of him.

The beating he got from the Italians was just another example of how vulnerable he was. he needed to improve his game.

Sitting on the sofa in his living room, a glass of straight whiskey in his hand, he pondered what to do next. For some reason, out of everything that has happened so far, the fact that they put a bomb in your car is what pissed him off the most.

he wasn't sure why. But he cared about you and he didn't want you to be another victim of this war. perhaps the best thing would be for him to step away, and keep his distance from you. not give any more reason to the Italians.

He took out his cell phone and went to Instagram. He was not used to using Instagram, he had a personal account, but it was private. His company account on the other hand was public and had thousands of followers. Nowadays the one who took care of their social mídia was his younger brother, Finn. he knew about all these new technologies.

Putting your name in the search tab he found your Instagram, luckily it was not private. He looked photo by photo, learning so much of your life in a few minutes. Finding out who Ozzy was, seeing pictures of your family, and several pictures of you alone enjoying your life. Lots of bikini pictures, that made his cock pulse, he wanted you.

"Fucks sake" he muttered to himself tossing his cell phone onto the couch.

Taking a deep breath, he took his hand to his face and quickly picked his phone back and out of pure instinct sent you a message

"Hey, you up?" he texted and felt.

He instantly regretted 'you up?'? what the fuck Tommy. He was going to delete the message, but you had already seen it.

"Sorry. Who is this?" you texted

"Your favorite patient" he replied deciding to be a big boy and own up for his poor choice of message and you smiled involuntarily

"Ms. Flores? Why are you texting me?" you mocked

"ha ha”

“Yes, I am up. I can’t fall asleep even though I am drained” you texted

“I know what you mean, I can’t sleep either. Hey, I was wondering… mind if I stop by?” he asked taking you by surprise

“What? you were just here?”

“I know, but I need to tell you something. About your car”

“My car? what about it?”

“I am on my way” he stood up and walked out of his house in a rush.

“ok. I guess”

The intercom rang about 15 minutes later. You managed to change clothes and dress in something cozy, but that valued you at the same time. You had no idea what he wanted to talk to you about, but you felt a little excited about his presence in your house.

"Hi," you said opening the door for him.

"Hi" he smiled and walked in

"The house is a bit messy...Ozzy plays pranks when I'm away for a long time" you explained awkwardly

"It's not messy," he said and smiled

Your apartment was no big deal. It was small but very modern and organized. the kitchen and living room were integrated, there was a small laundry room, a guest toilet, a nice balcony that you filled with plants, and a suite. Tommy walked around the living room a bit, looking around.

"Want something to drink? I was drinking some wine before you arrived" you said looking around the kitchen, not sure if the wine was the kind of drink you should offer "I also have water, some teas, and orange juice?" you asked a little confused about what this visit was about.

"Wine is nice," he said and you nodded taking the bodle of wine that was sitting next to the sofa and served him a glass “What were you watching?” he asked seeing that you had paused something on the TV

“Oh, just some new Netflix show. It’s actually pretty intriguing. It’s about a Brazilian criminal and there are some rituals involved... well I don’t know yet I just watched the first episode. It’s called Santo” you said as you handed him the glass of wine

“Sounds good,” he said and you smiled "where is your cat?"

"Oh, Ozzy is not very friendly with strangers. So he's probably in hidding somewhere" you explained and he nodded "So... what did you want to tell me?" you asked sitting on the couch

He sat next to you and looked at you for a minute. He thought you looked different, people always look different at home and you… you looked so relaxed, so beautiful. All he wanted to do was get his hands all over you, he imagined himself on top of you right now, kissing you so desperately, pulling at your hair… making you moan his name.

“Tommy?” you asked again, taking him out of his daydream

“Right” he cleaned his throat “your car wasn’t an accident, y/n. I came here to ask you for something. First, you have to understand that I am in the middle of a heated relationship with a group of not very friendly men and I'm afraid they've put a target on you.”

“Why?” you asked not sure why you ended up in this situation

“They don't care about anything. They are targeting the people around me. All around. My family, my secretary, even my barber… they don’t really need a reason” he explained

“Oh…” you hummed sipping on your wine.

“Your car had a bomb in it”, he told you, and with that things got real, you felt scared “I came here to ask if you would mind having a man in front of the building. To take care of you"

"I wouldn't," you said and he nodded "actually I would appreciate it," you said and with that, you drank all the wine in your glass.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he said and you chuckled

“I believe I do. You just told me people around you are dying for nothing and I fucking saved your life” you stood up, feeling agitated, and walked to the bottle of wine that was sitting on your kitchen balcony.

You didn't know how you were feeling. It felt like you had just received your mother's diagnosis all over again. You felt like losing control of your feelings, you couldn’t understand them at the moment. You took a deep breath, calming yourself.

Thomas got up and walked over to you. Stopping beside you he gently touched your arm.

"I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure no one comes near you," he said and you frowned in confusion.

"Why?" you asked looking at him "why are you here? Why do you bother if they come for me or not? Did you do this to your barber?" you questioned him, a bit of anger and mockery in your voice

His touch on your arm became firmer and with that, he pulled you close to him

"No I didn't," he said, his face inches from yours.

He looked at you with his baby blue eyes, his eyes held so much desire that he was able to make your core burn. He set the glass down on the counter freeing his hand so he could gently cup your chin and direct you for a kiss. You didn't move, you felt trapped in a spell like he was now all that mattered. You allowed him to bring his face close to yours so slowly, allowing you time to deny it if you wanted to. But you wanted him, there was no denying it.

When his lips touched yours you felt like you were melting. His wet and warm lips felt so right on yours, so relaxed so gentle… you felt like you could make this your home forever. The kiss was slow and hard at the same time, you could feel he wanted you. His lips felt so comfortable on yours as if you had kissed before, many times before. And the way your tongue danced with his felt so incredibly exciting.

His hands roamed over your lower back, pulling you closer to him. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest.

You held on to his neck, not allowing much distance between the two of you, as you stroked your hand down his neck and his short hair at the sides.

You drew back a little to catch your breath as he moved down to your neck and kissed you slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his lip. One of his hands held tightly behind your neck as the other began to explore your firm breasts through your blouse.

You let a shy moan escape your lips at the delicious sensation of his touch. Stepping forward he pinned you against the kitchen counter.

Enhancing the effect of his kiss on you, he trailed his teeth gently over the skin of your neck before returning to kiss your lips.

His hands went to your hips, where he squeezed and stroked hard before pulling you up, making you sit on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

Now he was kissing you so voraciously, so desperately... and so were you. Both were desperate for each other, so drunk on the feeling.

but were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone, your cell phone.

"I'm sorry," you said almost in a whisper, leaning your forehead against his.

"Don't worry, you can answer it later, eh?" he said and kissed you, but you couldn't

"No, I need to answer," you said pushing him gently back, and then you got down from the counter.

You didn't know who it was, but your phone was a sacred thing. when it wasn't the hospital calling to say they needed you, it was a patient or your mother.

Taking your cell phone you swallowed hard seeing that it was your brother who was calling you. Answering the phone, he said “hey sis, are you on a shift? we’re taking mom in right now”. he didn't explain much else, he said she was fine, but she needed stitches.

You rushed to your bedroom to get your bag and went back to the living room.

"I'm sorry, I really, really wanted to continue this, but I can't. My mother she... she needs me" you said approaching him and leaving a peck on his inviting lips.

"She needs you at one o'clock in the morning?" he asked confused and you nodded

"She has Alzheimer's. It's hard, she constantly needs me or one of my siblings. Just now she did something and my brother is taking her to the hospital" you explained and with that, he nodded and offered to drop you off at the hospital.

As soon as you arrived you ran inside, but before you thanked Thomas for the ride and kissed him goodbye. He had asked if you wanted him to wait for you, but you denied it, saying your brother would drop you off at home.

Arriving at your mother's room, she smiled when she saw you. She still recognized you and that made you very happy. She still recognized all of her children, but the rest of the people in her life, none. There were days when she forgot about you, and also your siblings, but they were not frequent, yet.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?" you asked approaching her

"Hi my sweet girl, I’m well," she said smiling as if nothing had just happened. You talked to her for a few minutes asking about her life and gossiping, trying to make her feel comfortable. She always gossiped about the same things, it all felt like news to her, but it was always the same to you and yet, you always acted surprised every time she told you.

In the end, everything was fine, she had just cut herself with the knife while trying to open a jar of olives. the doctors decided to use this moment and gave her a checkup.

Unfortunately, these types of events were getting more and more recurrent, just last week she had a fall while she tried to hang a painting up. You had already told your brother and sister that the best thing for her would be to put her in a proper establishment, but they called you insensitive and cruel.

The truth was that no one had the condition of life to dedicate themselves 100% to her care and accidents like this were going to keep happening. But you didn't want to argue any more, you did what you could, helped in what you could.

She was discharged a few minutes after they finished stitching her hand. And your brother dropped you at home.

As you arrived you texted Tommy, telling him you were safe at home. Not sure why you did it.

Now you were so tired that you went straight to bed, taking a quick shower first. Your conscience wouldn't allow you to come from the hospital and not take a shower, there are so many bacteria and virus in that place...

As you lay in bed you wondered about what had happened today. You had to say no to one of the best kisses of your life, but you had no regrets at all. Tommy and you would meet at another time and besides, your mother is your priority.

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netherfeildren · 10 months

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this might be cliche... but who are your favorite authors/artists?? influences in general? aside from donna tartt?? your writing and the network of little references sprinkled in them literally make me want to tear out my wallpaper and eat it it's so good wtf do you put in it dear author?????

gosh so many things. if it's not glaringly obvious I am a huge media person so books/film/tv are all things I love and consume voraciously. I've always been a big big reader. I've made a list of some of my favorite book recs here as well as some of my favorite films here

I'm also a big lover of the ballet and the city I live in has a large company which I go to watch every chance I get, the last one I saw was swan lake and it was wonderful :) I've found it's a great source of inspiration when it comes to choreography on the page. when writing large amounts of physical scenes ie. sex or action or what have you physical descriptors and body placements become tedious and repetitive and I like looking to dance as a source for differentiation in my own written choreography. If you're a writer I'd definitely recommend for physical aspects!

I also obviously really love art and although I wouldn't say I'm very well studied or deeply knowledgeable on the subject I know what I like and have a clear grasp on my tastes. I'm endlessly scrolling Pinterest for visuals that inspire me, and I'm also a big museum person and as I travel a fair amount, whenever I'm traveling I go to lots of museums.

not to sound cliche as well but music is also obviously and of course a big influence in my work. when I was writing greener memories of better men I'd initially gotten the idea from this random Facebook post I'd seen but the true tone of the story came from the song The Weight by The Band. After writing several different versions of Joel's so in depth I've found now I'm worried about becoming repetitive in my characterization of him which is tricky because it's extremely extremely important to me that my iterations of him be true to his canon personality. I'm not a big fan of an OOC Joel and it's important to me to always stay true to who I think he really is in his original story personality wise, u know? but at the same time it becomes difficult navigating the inevitability of monotony when writing the same character over and over again. so I suppose what I try to do each time is provide a different view of the same man. for some reason that song brought that version of him I was trying to write very into focus for me at that moment. I don't know if that makes a lot of sense lol but sometimes inspiration or direction arises from strange places.

I feel like I've talked too much about Nabokov this year but I've been very slowly studying his work this year and I feel he's been a huge influence on my tone and cadence as I've progressed. I feel like he switches between having a very complicated way of saying very simple things and then saying very complicated things in very simple ways. he's also a master at sentence structure - again when trying to avoid monotony - I like studying the way he crafts these truly complicated sentences into a single monolith without ever actually breaking any rules of grammar or if he does it's in a way that doesn't seem wrong, if u know what I mean. he also comes up with he strangest metaphors for the smallest things. the last thing I read he describes a man's face as a "wet galosh" to tell us he was morose or sad or what have you and it's just soooo funny and interesting to me. I need my own mind to work in strange and creative ways like that, I'm trying to train it into doing so

if you're eating your wallpaper please make sure it isn't yellow, we don't want you getting trapped!

#vic replies #vic's recs

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shivasdarknight · 9 months

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[Image ID: A screenshot of user redwinterroses (from Jan 27, 2022) tinted yellow to indicate that it is a screenshot and not a post on the dashboard. The screenshot reads: All I'm saying is, if a fic refers to characters by their physical attributes instead of their names or pronouns ("he smiled at the older" "the blonde laughed") when we know who the character is, and ESPECIALLY if the descriptions include "ravenette" or "cyanette" or other ridiculous words--

I'm clicking out of that fic so fast my Ao3 history won't even register I've been there. /.EndID]

I'm gonna use this as a launching point for something that really bugs me with regards to how people - especially folks on tumblr - talk about fanfiction and if something isn't "up to snuff" or to their tastes. This ranges anywhere from grammar and punctuation, to even judgement towards someone for their skill in writing and how they frame it on tumblr - such as word choice or dialogue tags (said and its variants). Plenty of other things that get torn into (like POV type like first, second, or third (usually its first getting dunked on, second if you're not a Homestuck); or even tropes) but that's a different discussion, and I'm focusing more on how people talk about things that are "subpar". There are many posts like this, but I want to use this one to talk more about it as it's the one I most recently found. We're going to talk about this attitude, critique vs criticism vs what tumblr thinks is good critique with regards to writers (regardless of skill level, but mostly beginner ones), so this will get a bit lengthy.

Let's get definitions out of the way so everyone is clear here. When I say critique, this is in reference to feedback given towards a thing (writing, art, etc.) with the intention of improving upon it. Critique has a narrow scope, but it often addresses subject, form, technical aspects (in writing, form and technicality are grammar/punctuation, style, and prose - the latter of which is what OP is digging into), and execution. Critique includes both negative and positive aspects because it's important for good critique. Critique isn't tearing into someone for the sake of it, because the point of critique is to improve upon these aspects and become more comfortable in your craft. To take critiques is a skill in its own, but so is giving critiques - the best advice is usually a "critique sandwich" in which you say something positive, point out something that can be improved upon (importantly: not saying negatively charged things), and then summarize in a positive tone. Critique is not an excuse to bully, and critique should always be consensual. Critique appears in classes, in the form of beta readers, asking others for advice, and so on and so forth. The person who made the thing must be open to critique for critique to be effective. If they are not looking for critique and you give it anyways, you're just an ass.

On the other hand, criticism - especially in this context - is broader than critique. It tends to have a more negative connotation of it, but to be critical of something isn't inherently to be negative to it. This is where you see your media criticism, dissection of trends, etc. This doesn't usually engage directly with the source of the criticism most often, it's usually supplementary. Again: broader than critique, but its space does not often overlap with the original thing. Important to note that criticism does not inherently mean that the critic hates the thing being criticized. Criticism is just being critical of a thing. To be critical is not inherently negative; it's just talking about something to a finer degree than casual consumption. It's not admonishment, it's often a way to start a discussion.

This is where people tend to balk at the idea of criticizing fan media because they conflate the two, but critique =/= criticism. Critique is more based in the craft itself (art, writing, etc.) while criticism is more about the broader impact of the thing made by the craft. While critiques do exist in criticisms, and critique can draw from criticism, they are not the same thing.

Examples:

Critique:

Your inking wasn't consistent, so the final print is splotchy. You need to improve on inking your block if you want your final image to look the way you intend it to

You added too much ink to the block and caused a lot of spillage, you need to find a balance between the two in order to get what you want

I like the gestural nature of your drawing, but I think that you would get a stronger composition if you pushed it further and focus on line weight

The alliteration is a really nice touch in your prose, but you fall back on it a lot. I think that the alliteration would be more effective in this moment if you limit it to that moment and change up how you write prose leading into it - maybe slowly increasing the repetition until you get to the three-beats?

Your prose is really strong, and I like what you've developed so far. What I think you need to work on is learning how you can control your technical flow with better punctuation usage, such as a better understanding of when to use commas or em-dashes.

You're using periods at the end of your dialogue that is followed by a tag. Unless there's nothing like "he said", then periods in dialogue must be a comma. Not "'Alright.' He responded.", but: "'Alright,' he responded.".

Criticism:

There is a common trend within fandom to take a female love interest from canon and find a way to shove her off to the side for the sake of m/m shipping. It's come in a variety of forms, but the most notable ones include villainizing, killing her off, or the modern lesbian best friend/wingman which overlaps with the other modern form, the mean lesbian adjacent to the m/m ship.

Despite all the advancements that have been made in terms of accessibility within video games, it almost seems like some games are more inaccessible than ever due to developers prioritizing a key experience rather than making sure it's playable for everyone. A good example of this would be the MMO, Final Fantasy XIV, and its late game raiding that features many fights with non-toggleable flashes that have induced seizures in players, or their lack of color contrast options for color blind players - forcing both groups to either suffer through the content, not raid, or seek out illegal mods if they play on pc. Console raiders have no such options, as the in game effects toggle doesn't apply to the worst offenders.

With these examples out of the way, look back at OP and how they've framed their "advice" (which they say is advice further down this thread - as with all others who jump in on the post with "advice") - does this look like critique or criticism?

This style of post - and how everyone jumped on it - are part of a really frustrating trend online, but especially on tumblr, where people make vague complaints about a kind of writer and use their vague posting to tear into them. At this point, most people understand that unwanted critique is bad, so they instead channel that need to critique in stuff like this. From here on, I'm going to call it ""advice"" - quotations and all.

This is not advice. It's not even good critique. This ""advice"" is taking a common mistake or habit of fanfic writers - most of whom are new to writing, are teenagers, or haven't been professionally trained in writing because so few people have that opportunity - and then tearing it to shreds. This is looking at a habit that fanfic authors learning how to write picked up from other authors learning how to write, and then declaring that if a writer uses it you will not engage with them whatsoever.

That's not advice. It's a vague threat through shaming people for doing stuff. The thread goes on to list actual advice, but most of it is the most bare bones writing tips that doesn't account for people experimenting with style. It's shame through nitpicking and expecting everything to be perfection.

Fanfiction is held to a really awful standard in which it must meet every single one of your needs as a reader, otherwise it's not worth your time. Between the lack of support on platforms like AO3 or FFNet, and then these mass shaming posts that tear into writers for having the audacity of making a mistake, is it any surprise a lot of fanfic writers give up? Why so many fanfics you like just go unfinished with no word from the author?

Tumblr is too comfortable with this idea that they get to sit here and tear into authors who may not be using perfect syntax or use goofy words like silverette. You are looking at someone stumbling their way through a hobby that is admittedly very hard and tearing into them behind their back. When people see these posts, their fist reaction isn't go go "oh thank you for the advice," it's to get self conscious about their own writing and if they do fit the bill, they're not likely to take your advice. They may just stop writing altogether.

What gets to me is that this ""advice"" - this shaming framed as tips from people who "Actually Know how to write" - is it's considered a more widely acceptable way of talking about fanfiction and fanfiction authors than actually supporting authors you like. It's more acceptable than passing around resources. It's more acceptable than actual criticism of harmful things in fandom (see: colonizer lan wangji, op of this thread has talked about it a fair amount) that the criticism of would then make spaces safer for the people impacted (in that case, address the anti-indigenous writing of a horrific fic in the MDZS fandom that was trying to romanticize the tactics used in the genocide of indigenous americans).

Tumblr users seem to know to not take unwanted critique to the comments of the author in question, yet they can't seem to keep their mouths shut; instead, they curate hundreds of posts with thousands of notes to shame authors who have committed the grave sin of using goofy words or having awkward prose - which I'm so sure that no of the people making these posts have ever made mistakes like these in their own writing </sarcasm>

This collective shaming of writing characteristic of people learning how to write or who aren't super familiar with English doesn't sit right with me. Especially since so much of it feels like a reflexive cringe for things that the person grew out of. Maybe something isn't your style, but maybe it works for someone else. Everyone complains about the repetition of "said", but there are some hard hitting stories that weaponize the repetition of "said" for effect. Consider OP: a very specific one that I use still is bluenette, in part because I am a brunette who dies his hair blue very frequently - thus, bluenette (brunette+his is not incorrect in usage for myself, check my pinned; brunet+she would also not be incorrect - so do not come nitpicking me). Bluenette sounds so much like brunette that it comes off as a pun, and in this case it is used intentionally for said pun and often as a joke somewhere in my writing or even just conversation. Is OP going to also apply this logic to people who refer to women as brunets or blonds, or men as brunettes or blondes? Sometimes stuff like this is someone trying to work out their style. Sometimes it's a genuine mistake. Sometimes it's someone doing this with the utmost intention of calling a character by their hair color as a sign of disrespect through denying them their name - you do not know why it's used, and to publicly shame people for a common mistake is not how you're going to get them to improve.

The way ""advice"" is delivered feels like reflexive cringe, like I said, but also like a gross misrepresentation of what criticism is. Criticism's goal is discussion and improvement. Posts like these are just a way to shame people who aren't as skilled as you expect them to be. Let me make this clear: you are reading fanfiction. Many people use fanfiction to learn how to write, and may not have the most polished style. You are reading this for free. It's frankly really shitty to nitpick at someone's writing style and skill and then put it on blast for thousands of people on tumblr to jump in on this dogpile. Even when you give advice - such as in this post down beyond this screen - it's still framed negatively and in a "do this or you're bad" kind of critique. This is not framed to actually help people with their writing; this is shaming them into the style that you like and find engaging. And every following post beyond the advice from OP in this example further dogpiles the original point.

If you are shaming someone through a vague post because you don't like the fact that they're not a skilled writer, then it's clear you do not actually care about these people improving. You would rather mass shame writers who don't fit your view of what technically flawless prose looks like - be it because they're a teenager, they learned writing from online spaces and are still learning, or English isn't their first language - than actually teach them in a way that would be conducive to learning. You would rather have people jump in on this mass shaming as a sense of self importance because none of you write that way, thus everyone else who does is bad.

This is not critique. This is not criticism.

This is shaming writers - specifically writers who are still learning - for the fact that they do not match your expectations, and then gloating about how you never want to touch their work ever again.

The example above is shaming a common writing habit of teenagers and new writers who learned independently, and then following that shame with a threat to never engage with their stuff again, and then some tips sprinkled in with more "if you do this, shame on you" language.

You know, the exact stuff that makes people quit writing as a hobby or trying to learn it because they want to join in when it concerns this aspect of fandom.

This kind of ""advice"" is just vague blogging a writer to shame them. They may not ever see it, but Tumblr sure does a good job of keeping people from ever attempting to write because of the unreasonably high standards for a new/inexperienced writer putting stuff on the internet.

#ao3 #fanfiction #writing #fandom critical #writing advice #lbr its more like writing advice critical #but i loath to call something like that advice #original #long post #ive got a lot of feelings about this because of how rocky my start was with writing #most of my improvement was done offline due to the flack i was getting on deviantArt for frankly anything that I made #didn't matter if it was writing or drawing or mmd stuff. people took their opinions directly to you #add on tumblr's brand of ''''advice'''' and you get a nervous wreck who's struggling to post fanfiction #i'm only where i'm at because of how much i wrote away from people which is also why posts like the one above dont get me down about writin #but thats because i'm at where i'm at. i'm not a new writer ive been doing this for over a decade #i also know that my younger sister raced to ''get good'' at writing because of the shit that i'd gotten #i had a rocky phase with my writing that she didn't because she was actively trying to avoid the vulnerable phase that OP is dunking on #yeah when you're still getting on your feet with writing you do pick up stuff like that from other awkward people #they're all looking to each other for examples and it's not helpful to fucking shame people for it #what happened to cringe is dead oh wait. that only applies to what you like. and not what affects you.#when people go ''why do my favorite fics die'' and ''why arent there many writers'' its because of shit like this #shaming people for growing pains is embarrassing behavior #especially when you follow up that shame with a threat to never engage with them #im glad i got batshit about my writing and stopped caring about other people's opinions. new writers can't say the same.#also i hate the gendering of brunet/brunette blond/blonde its so fucking DUMB

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wario-speedwagon · 2 months

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You bookmarked one of my fics and I've been too nervous to ask this but tonight my curiosity got the better of me

What does "wr" mean?

That's a fair question! :)

So this is a private tag system I use that I do want to keep private, so if you (general 'you,' not just OP) are a more paranoid, overthinking and/or sensitive kind of person, please don't read further for both of our sakes (thank you)

And with that said: so besides my obvious One Shot, etc tags, I also have a secret code tag system of organizing my bookmarks by personal opinions (writing quality, whether I like the plot/characters, etc). And I intentionally made it random letters so that only I knew what they represent and not the authors because I don't want to be like "this fic was great even though the grammar isn't great" or whatever and have the authors or other readers potentially see that.

I don't want anyone to get self-conscious over my irrelevant private opinions because my bookmarks aren't "reviews," but primarily for bookkeeping all the decent fics I've read (and if it's public, it means it was good and enjoyed by me, full stop), so I want to keep my public bookmarks neutral or positive :)

I hesitate to even allude to what any of my tags mean in the first place, so ONLY if you can both trust yourself and promise me not to overthink my tags in the future...

In vague terms, "wr" is a compliment :) There are other different "good" or neutral tag meanings, so please don't worry about it if "wr" doesn't show up on your fic bookmark and/or some other tags are there instead! It's not really that deep or important (or your business) in the first place anyway :)

#this should be obvious but please don't creep in my bookmarks just to try to figure out what my codes mean or whatever #I mean you can creep in my bookmarks all you want they're public for a reason but respect my private tag system please #I hesitated whether to answer this or not because of that paranoia but I trust the few people who see this to not be weird so thank you!

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hot-take-tournament · 11 months

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I need to get this off my chest because I see it everywhere BUT.

There's no right or wrong way to do art (with some exceptions. For example, please don't use watercolor brushes with acrylic paints, it will probably mess up your brushes. Even then if you do it I'm not gonna be a dick about it because it's frankly none of my business). I'm tired of people acting like there is. Giving tips is all fine and dandy but for the love of god do not tell people they're drawing wrong. What might work for one person won't for another. Like I saw a tiktok once that was like "if you use shapes to map out bodies, YOU'RE DRAWING WRONG" and I was like just because it doesn't work for you doesn't mean it won't for another person??? Like it doesn't really work for me personally, but I'm not gonna tell someone who does do it that they're drawing wrong because I don't personally do it.

Additionally, artists do NOT need to improve their art if they don't want to. My art has been relatively stagnant for probably around a year or two and any improvement I've made has been as a result of how much I draw and not because I'm actively trying to improve.

Basically. Hot take: there's no right or wrong way to do art and you shouldn't feel pressured to improve if you don't want to. Give tips but don't say that your tips are objectively better ways of drawing because just because they work for you doesn't mean they will for someone else and it is hella toxic to act like your way of drawing is the only correct way to draw.

Also sorry for how long this is asadjkdfshf

No, don't apologise!

I think you're absolutely right -

I'm not going to say that there aren't fundamentals that are important to improve as an artist - art is a practical skill that is then used as a form of self-expression - and sharing advice on how to improve those foundational skills is absolutely fine! So yeah, like you say, it's not the advice itself, it's usually how it's delivered.

Getting advice from someone who's more experienced than you is usually super useful, but acting like the way you draw is the 'correct' way not only makes you look massively self-centred - since there's always going to be someone out there better than you - but you're also actively trying to tell other people that the way the method they use to express themselves is wrong; people have different styles, that's what makes art wonderful. And besides, people aren't going to listen to you more just because you made them feel like shit first.

And yeah, no one has an obligation to improve their art - to tell a complete stranger that they're not a real artist because you've decided their art isn't good enough and needs to be improved just seems so sad and pointless? It would be like if I eavesdropped on your phone conversation on the train and then tapped you on the shoulder so I could correct your grammar. If you're an experienced artist who wants to give advice online, you absolutely should! But remember that if someone wants that advice they're going to come to you - otherwise, just leave them alone.

tl;dr - fuck Dali's pretentious ass, draw however you like! One thing will work for one person, another will work for someone else, but they both still work. So I'm not sure what the issue is.

That applies to a lot of the hot takes on this blog as well - the fact you guys refuse to bite ice cream is wild to me, but I'm not gonna gatekeep the way you eat your sundae. Lick it, snort it, drink it through a straw, unhinge your jaw like a boa constrictor and swallow it whole! However you choose to do it, we both get to enjoy ice cream, so everyone wins! And, if you don't like ice cream, I'll eat yours as well, so double win for me, and then we'll order pizza when we get home and I'll let you have the bigger half.

To be honest, I'm not an artist in any way, so I'm probably not the right person to ask. If someone else who knows more about this than I do wants to share their own thoughts on this, I'd really appreciate it! <3

#asks #not a poll

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letulthi · 3 months

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Here’s some thoughts, I’ve told you about this pretty neat little story I’ve been making, And I’ve just been getting self conscious with it, Things like What if people don’t like it? And other negative things, I’ve silenced them mostly, but the ones about my skills keep popping up, I’ve always sucked with grammar, and god I get so self conscious with it sometimes. My art friend who helps with the extra details of my ocs (Like ronins gold bits) says something similar happens when he draws, and I would say he’s a pretty good artist, idk you seem very down to earth and have been very kind so just felt like talkin

Wanna know a really cool fact? Every single New York Times best-selling author that has worked with a publishing company and done all of the tricks and jumps to get their book published has had a whole team go over their work for spelling and grammar mistakes

You are just one person, and this is your first fic, so it's completely understandable that you might make a few mistakes - but that doesn't mean your ideas and works aren't good! I read the first chapter of your fic on AO3 and checked out the tidbits you've dropped so far, and I can see where you could improve, but already you have your own distinct characters and your writing style is very unique, which is already a huge step in the right direction

Everyone who creates something tends to look at their work with a critical eye, searching for ways to improve and ways that it isn't perfect. I see many mistakes in my own art, my own writing, and while I tend to keep those doodles and fics locked away instead of showing them, that doesn't mean those mistakes aren't important to make for the sake of learning and improving

That is to say, I have complete faith that your writing will only get better, and no matter how much other people may or may not like it, the important thing is that you made it in the first place. Taking something from your imagination and putting it on paper, making it real, is already pretty damn cool - and you're a pretty cool dude to be able to do that :)

(Plus, you might just need a beta reader to help, like how your art friend helps with your OCs! If you want someone to read over your work, I'd be happy to help - and I'm sure you could find someone a bit better than me as well if you wanted to not wait several hours for a response every time (curse my tendency to give in to the siren song of crippling insomnia))

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terresdebrumestories · 1 year

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I really loved your coming out fic but I was just curious if you meant the Europa League (the 2nd flight of Europe, as opposed to the top flight Champions League) or the CL when you said Europe League? Or did you mean the Euros with England? Do you imagine Jamie having played for Richmond his whole career, or moving on to other top flight teams to pursue more trophies? I would love to know what his life has looked like during that time, as well as the image of Phoebe at what must be about 18!

Also, interestingly - the UK doesn't actually enter a football team in the Olympic Games. This is not meant as a critique, but it's a fascinating factor of English football that I'm not sure many people who watch the show are aware of. The UK does the Olympics, for all sports, as Team GB, so England, Wales, Scotland and NI, but FIFA treats those countries as individuals. British football has resisted the Olympics because there's big fears that if they concede to being Team GB at football in the Olympics, it'll open the door to FIFA revoking individual country status for England, Wales and so on in other competitions. When London hosted in 2012, there WAS a Team GB at football, basically because they had to represent the national sport, but it wasn't made up of major professional players, there were like three veteran players and mostly youth players. It isn't something that pro footballers are involved in, especially because it falls the same year as the Euros. Roy, in 2012, for example, wouldn't have been in the Olympics, he would have been focused on winning the Champions League with Chelsea and then playing in the Euros with England. It's just a weird thing about English football, the Olympics is not an important part of it the way it is for other sports.

Hi, and thanks for the question!

(Also thanks for bringing football knowledge my way, it will be useful as I give said coming out fic a proper round of edits xD)

So, I know barely more than nothing around football, and my sport ancestry is a family full of basketball players, where competitions go from France Championship to Europe to World Championship, as far as I can tell (they're not pro players, though two of my cousins are angling for that) and so I figured it might be similar in football... turns out, nah xD

(Also I researched this fic for a grand total of ten minutes and five of those were spent on Mancunian grammar and accent, so. There's that :P)

All this to say, thanks again: I'll be modifying some stuff in the cleaned up fic x) Now, for the rest of your questions:

While I see why people like the idea of Jamie staying with Richmond his whole career, I can't say that's something I can really picture happening.

First of all, Jamie is competitive (as all high-level athletes are) and good enough to play with/against the biggest team, which AFC Richmond is not. It's presented as a medium club for the Premier League, and this is not something that easily changes in a perennial way, I think (both because they don't have the same resources as clubs like Manchester City (or United) to help maximise their players' potential, and because the funnel effect of bigger clubs will draw a lot of aces away.)

Second, this is a job, and Jamie has been shown to be a hard worker and fairly ambitious. Eventually, as he grows better, I think what Richmond asks of him will cease to be engaging enough for his taste, especially as the team changes with our current cast retiring or going to other clubs (Sam for example seems the type who would be happy to continue progressing as well, though of course that's probably true of all the teammates)

As to where Jamie goes...I don't think I know enough about Football to make an educated guess x) I don't think he would go back to City, if only because of the bad associations that already drove him away. I think by the time he makes peace with that, he'll probably have found another club to settle in. I do like the idea of him playing with the PSG or the Olympique de Marseille, purely because I like the idea of him spending time in my country and learning my language :P

(Also, Marseille would mean he wouldn't have to be freezing all the fucking time xD)

Poetically, I could see him ending in either Chelsea (closing the circle in his paralleling of Roy) or Manchester United (if you assume he's attached to his birth city enough to want to go back there, if not with the club he thought he would.)

Ultimately, I do think in a universe where he's in a stable relationship with Roy and Roy keeps training Richmond, Jamie would want to stay close by and probably not venture beyond Spain/Northern Italy so he could stay close to his loved one, but England is the endgame I see him work towards the most. I can still give him a stint in France so I can have him insult Richard and Van Damme in their birth language from time to time.

I do think he eventually grows close to Roy's sister (whom I named Ruth because I like the headcanon of the Kents as a Jewish family to mimic Brett Goldstein) and becomes a beloved surrogate uncle for Phoebe. My headcanon is that she remains a passionate football fan and player her whole life, and maybe even briefly entertains a professional career in the US (mostly because afaik women's football isn't as well paid in Europe, could be wrong), but ultimately decides she values the sport for its connection with beloved family rather than for itself, and remains at the amateur level.

I do think she's driven enough to actually end up a wildlife veterinarian, or her artistic aptitude (she draws those boobs real good y'all) take her in a bit of a different direction. Either way, I like to headcanon her as queer in some way, also because of the fascination with breasts, though in real life this isn't necessarily indicative of anything xD

Roy stays in Richmond, I think, unless Chelsea calls and begs him to get there. Mostly because my headcanon is that he picked Richmond as a retirement club because it's close to Chelsea and his family, and I don't think he'd want to move too far away again, especially if Ruth doesn't remarry.

This is about the extent of my thoughts on the subject tbh, although I never say never to writing more in any given universe so, who knows... we'll see if inspiration strikes xD

#fic: Bouquet Final #Ted Lasso #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #Jamie x Roy #Roy x Jamie

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