#I’ll have to start over completely bc many things changed while I was writing it and now it’s just UGH

[smoreal]

I.. I think I butchered the fic that I’m writing ;^; like I wanted so badly for it to go in a specific direction, but it didn’t and I kinda forced it and now the characterizations are… everywhere oh brother

#:) pain #this is fine #haha it’s not it’s not #I wanted it to be good so bad #anyways I think I’m gonna post it after I edit it a couple more times #bc it… #it has a deez nuts joke. #and I think it’s funny and needs to be shared. #shitposts #have mercy on me PLEASE let the editing process save this PLEASE #bc the actual premise was so promising #I’ll have to start over completely bc many things changed while I was writing it and now it’s just UGH #okay that’s it I’m done talking about it #ramblings #clenched jaw tag

[lains-reality]

I sincerely apologise for writing this. i feel really conflicted right now. I have been getting suicidal thoughts lately because of my circumstances. Sometime I feel like I don’t even want to exist. I came to non-duality from loa. I spent 3 years trying to “manifest” a peaceful life. Trying to escape from my circumstances and wake up to a completely different life.

I make myself promises to like “manifest my desired life my the end this month” or “to stop making the same mistake” but I end up breaking them. I felt like I over consumed alot and now I don’t know where to begin or what to detach from. I tell myself that I’ll throw my phone aside and start applying but then I get caught up in my problems again and it’s just a cycle on repeat.

I have to say I’m quite ashamed of myself. Not being able to accomplish anything in my life and disappointing those around me despite knowing the law of assumption and now non-duality.

This is probably the most stupidest thing I have ever asked but could you simply non-duality in a a few sentences? I feel like I have come to the point where I can’t even trust myself to stop over consuming and wishing for change. Thank you.

you might benefit from this and this.

i really would like you to read this!

the body-mind, the "I" you think you are, i'll call them sam!

give up trying to manifest. give up trying to change the world with sam's thoughts and feelings, its torture.

here's the main point:

simple mindfulness is what gurus have asked of us. not convincing, denial or forcing. its observing. 

observe the habit of 'you'. you take the "I" to be the body-mind, sam. sam is a habit, and is sustained through attachment and aversions. drop them.

all you need to fix is your wrong identification. let go of sam and all their stories.

if you find yourself forcing, suppressing, or trying to get rid of sam (something that you don't do), then remember this: god is already perfect. the answer is to surrender.

there's no image or role to maintain. you can just be.

here's a more in depth reminder.

there's so many words for Self: Absolute Perfection, Bliss, Infinite Being, Supreme Reality. i want you to remember I AM. I AM is complete and whole, alone. its just beingness. just as it is. before the world and sam, you are conscious. before wanting, you are conscious.

nondualism's goal is letting go of all the concepts that stop you from seeing Self.

the body-mind is a thought. its an idea. you are already detached from sam. but you don't see it bcs you are identified with them right now. you are attached to your character, and we want to release all those attachments.

"the identity is a shadow. it is not us. analyze your mind briefly, and you will find that is nothing but a byproduct of societal conditioning, peer opinions, books, movies, whatever content you've most willingly consumed." - luvcompass

the mind is just a bunch of thoughts, feelings and memories. are you a thought? are you a story? are you a memory? are you a feeling?

sam is. but you are not sam.

sam doesn't want sam and all the stories anymore (likely because you think you are stuck as sam). but sam never was. sam is an idea, a story. they are a thought in the mind. because you are identified as sam, you see sam. without your awareness on sam, sam wouldn't be.

Unless they understand who they really are, that Vanessa (sam) is a habit and nothing more - that nothing has existence outside of awareness, including her, that awareness assigns reality and is the only reality - they're always going to struggle to control something and get frustrated they don't see what they think they're aware of. What you're aware of is what you're being. You can't be aware of being something new while also being Vanessa. [source]

The ego is an activity, its not innate, its FORMED.

"Ego (sam) is not an entity. It is an activity. It is an optional activity of identifying itself with a fragment that Consciousness is free to make or not, from moment to moment." [source]

and by habit of taking the "I" to be sam, it continues.

focus on respond vs react. start catching yourself out when you say 'i am ...', start asking questions to yourself abt who 'i' is. start watching your thoughts. learn how to feel your emotions when they come up, don't run away from them or they will continue to come up until you deal with it. this is a process of allowing.

"I make myself promises to like “manifest my desired life my the end this month” or “to stop making the same mistake” but I end up breaking them."

i want you to accept now. you are sam, so you see sam. stop chasing a future that will never come. there's only ever the present moment.

To be identified to your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknowledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions. — Eckhart Tolle

what would happen if you stopped using the past as a reference? what would happen if you stopped projecting past stories into the future? what would happen if you stopped thinking of a tomorrow?

"i felt like I over consumed alot and now I don’t know where to begin or what to detach from."

start with "who am i?". anything you can outgrow? not you. anything you can observe ? not you. in the absense of it, you don't disappear? not you. it changes and you don't disappear? not you.

how do you know you are sam except by your belief that you are sam?

"I have to say I’m quite ashamed of myself. Not being able to accomplish anything in my life and disappointing those around me despite knowing the law of assumption and now non-duality."

read this. also, there are no others. you are seeing yourSelf play out.

let go of the shame, regret and guilt. read the linked post, and watch the source from the first quote, it'll help. i also want you to watch this.

give yourself compassion. give yourself space to grow. sam is a random person just like anybody else, so why chastise them for stuff that just happens?

sam cannot do anything in the first place. (what is sam gonna do to change the infinte? why would the infinite need changing anyway?)

you are putting pressure on sam to change the world, but really Self orchestrates all. sam is just another creation of Self. this entire world is Self's expression. give up intellectualising what sam did, maybe it has nothing to do with you and it just happened?

sam is not a problem or mistake!

sam is already part of infinity and exists whether sam likes it or not. you are unconditionally accepted already as perfection or else you wouldn't be here.

“All you need is already within you, only you must approach your self with reverence and love. Self-condemnation and self-distrust are grievous errors.” - nisargadatta maharaj

i'm sorry i wrote too much, but i hope this helps! please be safe!

#lainsmail #i think this is my best work? lol #it took so long to write

[inawearyworld]

free if you truly wish to be: chapter iv

shit goes DOWN. as y'all have probably gathered. bc. yknow. the plot of the movie. but first there's a song yayyyyyyyyy

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

god, i love musicals.

(edit: realized after posting that i was looking at the wrong page of the screenplay while writing this and therefore royally screwed up the song structure of a world of your own but it’s fiiiiiiine)

once again, thank you mat for that interview taking a typical one-dimensional dahl villain and letting him be a more complex character. also i should probably throw a content warning on this one for depiction of a slightly abusive relationship

but i promise everything's gonna be okay soon-happy new year everyone!!

part three fic masterlist part five

While going through a time of personal growth involving trying to unravel one’s identity from that of one’s rich and powerful husband, it often happens that there are advantages to said husband being wrapped in worry over a new business rival-and, therefore, spending far more time at the office.

Wren’s favorite advantage at the present moment was that she was the only one to watch the mail come in.

Deep purple stationery was the signal she looked for-and steadily received, then returned with her own emerald letters-every day. The notes included scrawled updates regarding the operation to allow the earnest young chocolatier his day in the sun, anecdotes about the group of launderers that supported it (who she’d snuck out to meet often enough that they now felt like a second family), tales of a mysterious orange man, and exchanges of advice, witticisms, and Shakespeare quotes.

The handwriting was inexperienced, and there were more than a fair share of spelling errors toward the start of their correspondence, but she didn’t care a whit.

We’ve got the shop, Willy had written one day. For now, the task is digging through its decrepit debris and designing its decoration. (The credit for those words goes to Noodle-she says hello.) There are so many possibilities, I barely know where to start.

Start with the “why”, Wren wrote back. That’s what I always do. If there’s a piece I’m struggling to sing and I lose motivation to practice, I go back to the reasons I love the piece, even all the way back to the reasons I love the arts in the first place. Maybe there’s something in there for your shop-what made you want to share your chocolate with the world? (And hello to you too, Noodle!)

My dear Wren, came the reply, you’ve just given me the best of ideas.

He told her then about his mother and the inspiration she provided. Wren would be lying if she’d said a tear hadn’t fallen onto that particular letter.

As for how to keep him safe from the Cartel, police, and every other corrupt authority, Wren did her part by becoming Florence again whenever necessary. She acted less suspicious around her husband, leading him to be less secretive-although the gain in information was miniscule, it was better than nothing.

Felix’s rages would range anywhere from tittering, jealous rants to scheming monologues during which his whole being seemed to take on a lower, darker, more calculating tone. She’d listen carefully to all of these, tactfully calling out anything that might get him to consider he was wrong, but that had little to no effect.

Plan B, then, she’d realized, is all I can do.

So, whenever Felix seemed particularly incensed or just on the verge of coming up with how to destroy his rival, Florence would swoop in with wine and dark lipstick and a low-cut dress. She’d endure being his caged pet songbird, his doll, his perfect plaything, only because she had the growing feeling that things were about to change.

If Willy’s shop becomes successful enough to be completely undeniable, maybe the Cartel will finally acknowledge him as an equal. Maybe I’ll finally be seen as an equal, too. Maybe things will finally be truly fine.

So, night after night, she’d sit on her husband’s lap, twirl his tie, and kiss his neck until he’d forgotten the name of Wonka.

The same could not be said for her.

~

Due to just how glamorized she always had to be while in public, it didn’t take much to come up with disguise enough to be able to visit the new shop on its opening day.

With a fluttering sense of hope, Wren approached the fourth building of the Galeries Gourmet, blending in seamlessly with the sea of soon-to-be-wonderstruck passers-by. She cast a few nervous glances to the window of the Fickelgruber office, at which the man stood in his usual stance. There was no chance, though, of his recognizing her trademark ginger flame amongst the crowd; it was safely tucked under a dark, low-brimmed hat.

This could have set her mind at ease, but the fact that he looked even more smug than usual as he surveyed the ground below him made her nervous.

Did they plan something?

She was distracted from this worry by a sudden flash of color at the long-empty shop’s door. Willy Wonka stepped through, looking more himself than she could have ever imagined. He addressed the crowd with a flourish, and she marveled at his ability to combine showmanship with authenticity.

He took a skeptical older man’s arm, leading him to the shop’s entrance, and began to sing.

All at once, the shop transformed before all of their eyes, flooding with color, and the music settled into a sparking pulse that thrilled Wren to the core.

Willy grinned, fully in his element, and the doorway went dark. Gloved hands presented chocolate wonders as their creator sang them into existence. When he lit a match, the store seemed to come alive, and Wren gasped.

If his letter was anything to go by, the sight he had created was an homage to his childhood on his mother’s boat, brought to life in a way nearly too beautiful to be true.

Willy and the other man danced up a bridge of sorts as his song continued, proudly offering his shop as a world for each of his customers to call their own. Overtaken and lifted by the enchanting environment, Wren squealed with the rest of the crowd and ran into the shop, ripping the hat from her head and allowing her auburn curls to tumble freely down.

She threw her head back and laughed aloud. Her lack of makeup, and plain blouse and skirt replacing the usual emerald-colored finery, gave her assurance that she wouldn’t be recognized here; this was the closest thing she’d experienced to liberation in a very long while, and she relished it, along with the sweetly simple soar of Willy’s voice across his song.

When she looked up at him again, he was sitting on the boat that floated on the circling chocolate river, and she noticed he’d already been staring with a sideways grin. As the bassline that came from nowhere launched into a rollicking chromatic vamp, he tipped his hat to her, and she gave an enamored wave.

The second verse passed, and suddenly he’d reached her, extending a hand which she took without a second thought. He helped her onto the boat, then pulled her alarmingly close, but before she could say a thing about it, a cloud of smoke appeared around them.

Wren blinked and realized that she and Willy were now at the base of the massive chocolate tree in the center of the shop.

“How did you-”

But he only smiled and started to dance his way up the tree.

“A world of your own,” he sang, then gestured an invitation straight towards her.

This’ll be easy enough, she thought, nearly bursting with joy.

“A place to escape to,” she continued, running farther up the tree to meet him in the middle. His expression filled with awe upon finally hearing her sing, and they began a whirling back-and-forth.

“A world of your own-”

“-where you can be free!”

“Wherever you go, wherever life takes you…”

“This is your home,” she sang to him, twirling herself into his arms and beaming with pride. He’s found it-he’s created it.

“A world of your own,” they finished. He looked at her for a moment, seeming struck, then kissed her hand and disappeared through the branches of the tree to continue with the song’s bridge. She let out a dazed and happy breath, taking a moment to let her gaze roam the shop from her perch in the chocolate tree.

She didn’t know what would happen next, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t let herself enjoy this moment.

~

What did happen next was…as an understatement, not what any of them had hoped.

She wished she could say it was a complete surprise, and she wished she could have done more to stop it. The candy started having disastrous effects, the customers understandably balked, and it was clearly not Willy’s fault in the least. In a blur, the shop was in ruins, and Wren sat in shock with the little group who’d worked so hard to make it magical.

The candyman himself was devastated; not just by the massive setback, but by the absence of his mother’s spirit. Wren and Noodle sat by his side, but Abacus ushered them up. It broke Wren’s heart to think of leaving him like this-if the truest and most trusting dreamer on Earth can be broken down, where’s the hope for the rest of us?-but she somehow still felt she had to follow the group out.

She felt a hug around her waist and a held-back sob, and looked down to see Noodle clinging onto her. Wren immediately knelt to her level and hugged the girl close, finding it hard now to keep back her own tears.

“Terrible shame what-”

“Florence?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath dropping to the floor.

Slugworth had spoken first, a smooth and practiced opening to what would have turned into a gloat. The voice that had interrupted him was genuinely shaken and clearly belonging to her husband.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Noodle, who nodded. “You can go, you shouldn’t have to see this-”

“Florence,” his voice came again, at a loss. She took a breath, stood up, and faced him with tears in her voice.

“Hi, Felix.”

Silence.

Slugworth looked with growing puzzlement between the woman and the girl, and Felix could only stare at his wife with dawning realization.

“You’ve been working with him,” he said simply, every usual quirk of inflection having vanished.

For a moment, the wash crew surrounded her in an attempt at a shield, and she heaved a breath to keep back a sob-of fear, of gratefulness for these friends that had become family over the past weeks, of everything suddenly crashing down.

“I’ll be okay,” she said quietly to the wash crew and perhaps to myself. “You all should go. Like you were going to. I’m sorry.”

They didn’t move.

She looked at Piper, whose worried hand was on her arm. There was an unspoken vow of protection between the women in that moment, but Wren’s eyes pleaded, so Piper nodded sadly, took Noodle’s hand, and the group left.

Wren was almost afraid to look at Willy, but she did; the boy was staring at the old chocolate bar in his hands, looking as if he could barely process a thing.

The sympathy in her gaze must have been far too obvious, because she suddenly heard footsteps, felt a hard grip on her wrist, and gasped in pain as it was yanked up and backwards.

“Darling,” Felix hissed with a sinister edge, though his voice was breaking, “I don’t know how or why this betrayal-”

“Betrayal?” she finally cried out, breaking free from his grasp as Willy rushed between them. “You lot have just poisoned dozens of innocent people, all for a business rivalry, and I won’t-”

“If you want your family not to starve, you had better lower your voice,” he barked.

Every speck of air seemed to leave the room.

“...My family?”

“I may have been distracted enough for the past weeks to ignore the mail that came in and out of our house, but I had not always been that blind. I thought your compassion to be an incomprehensible gesture, but I let it slide. When I felt like it.”

…They haven’t gotten everything I’ve sent.

They haven’t-

“In fact,” he continued, “it served as what was almost a pleasant reminder of the truth. For your family, for your stupid dream, and for your sweetly dependent soul-you need me.”

“If you knew I was poor, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s the same way for me!”

This was the peak of what had been a building explosion, and this was the moment in which they both remembered there were other people in the room.

“What?” the four besides him breathed, almost in unison.

“Oh, you heard right,” Felix launched into speech, the characteristic gestures starting to work their way back into him. “I came from nearly nothing, just the same. But I did what I had to do to climb to the top. I cast them all away, left my old life behind completely, and I suppose it was a foolish hope to think my wife would do the same. But she-but you-you are nothing but a guileless, deceitful bleeding heart.”

“I…”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I am…genuinely sorry that you felt you had to hide your past, but that doesn’t excuse trying to make the rest of the world match your insecurity and fit your little chocolate mold. And if that makes me a bleeding heart…I’m proud of the title.”

For a moment, the man looked as if he would allow his wife’s words to affect him.

Then his face, normally so expressive, turned completely cold.

She’d lost him.

She’d never truly had him to lose.

But she looked at Willy, and she thought of the wash crew, and she realized she finally had a truer support system. And if she could try to start over, find some other way to earn money to send to her family without interception, and some other way to reach the dreams that felt so far away at the moment, she knew Felix would be wrong: she didn’t need him.

After a long silence, Slugworth cleared his throat.

“Get her out of here. We have business with Mr. Wonka.”

What?

Her and the younger man’s eyes widened, and they grabbed each other’s hands on instinct, but a small number of policemen came around the corner of the shop door at Slugworth’s order. They clamped hands on her shoulders and dragged her away from Willy as the Cartel stood silently and watched.

“Wait-wait, no, I-”

“Wren-”

She struggled, fought, kicked, but was forced into the backseat of a police car-

“Let me go, you corrupt bastards-”

“Wren-”

“Let me-”

“Just drop her somewhere in town,” Felix said coolly. “Somewhere that isn’t my home.”

“WREN!”

The car door was slammed, and the last thing she saw was the Cartel advancing on a dazed Willy, opening a suitcase of cash.

All she could do was scream, and the scream turned into a cry.

They did indeed drop her somewhere. She burst out of the car the second it had stopped, and the officers drove away without a word.

Sick with worry and trying to regain her breath, she looked around, almost fainting with relief when she saw the laundry building. Piper, having heard the commotion, stood outside, and they looked at each other for a moment before Wren fell sobbing into her arms.

This is not over.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Hey 👋

I love your writing.

Can you write the bride ran away with Darkling?

Hi! Thank you 🥰

Flattering will get you everywhere 🤭 or it'll get you a little something bc requests are technically closed combined with @curi0usc4t's ask for Tradition

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT

You got cold feet and you run away, didn't stop until the end of the forest, until you were safe at your hiding place.

He found you in the old cabin a few hours later, still crying so miserably, that it made him feel like someone is stabbed him through his heart.

Aleksander was so excited. After months of courting you, craving you to be his, you finally gave in when he proved you were more than just a fleeting crush or conquest and asked you to marry him, ready to bind himself to you as long as you both live.

The dress was beautiful and fit you perfectly, Genya had made sure everything looked flawless but she shouldn't have left you alone. You started to panic the second she left the bride's tent.

Now the dress was muddy and torn and you felt the guilt for ruining such a nice thing too but it was nothing compared to the pain at the thought of how your almost husband must feel when he found out you disappeared. Of course, you knew he could come looking for you and it wouldn't require much effort for the powerful warlock to find you.

You felt his presence long before he entered the place. Hearing him step closer, you chance a look at him but it only lasts a moment as you take in his crestfallen look and an awful sobbing sound leaves you before you start to apologise over and over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... " you keep repeating until he kneels before you and makes you look at him by tenderly holding your chin.

He cups your face with both hands, brushing away your tears with his thumbs, shushing you gently.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to go through with it. I'm sorry if you thought I would make you..." he started to explain, wanting to let you know that he'll set you free of the promise but you interrupted him.

"No," you said, mirroring his actions, impulsively drawing him closer, almost kissing him before you thought better.

"I just panicked," you laughed awkwardly, "I don't even know why. I just... I want to be with you but..." You couldn't form the feelings into words but it seemed it wasn't necessary.

"I love you, my little rebel." He smiled at you with still sad tear-tainted eyes and planted a kiss on your forehead before resting his there. "Nothing will change that. I finally found you even if I never knew what I was looking for, and I think you feel the same but we don't have to rush anything. I can wait, I can wait as long as you wish. I should have been more patient. I am sorry."

His words, his touch, his presence. It was enough to calm you down, all your worries and fear left you in a rush. You could finally think straight again.

"I want you." Your words stumble out, emphasised by a kiss. "Now." Another kiss. "Please."

Aleksander gets lost in the moment, practically drunk from your sudden affection, he gives in, kissing you with more hunger. He doesn't regain his sense until you start to tug at his clothes. Catching your hand, holding them in one of his while his other hand holds your neck possessively, lips brushing over yours as he speaks.

"Slow down," he commands, voice deeper and rough with desire.

"No." You give him that mischievous, rebel smile he fell for and steal another kiss before he bites your lip in warning and pulls away.

"I don't want you to regret it," he confesses.

"I will not let my fear guide me. I know what I want, Darkling." The confidence in your words and demeanour is the complete opposite of the state he found you in. You don't know what made him decide then, maybe he was as helpless to resist you as you were about him.

You had your first time then and there, in your safe place that you only found out much later was the home of your husband many, many years before he met you. Once, he lost a lover there, and you were happy to give him more pleasant memories about the place.

He wed you a day after you run away, in a quiet ceremony, deep in the woods where only the master of the ceremony and two witnesses were present. You shared blood and vows as tradition, making an oath that would give you an endless lifetime together.

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#ask game #darkling #the darkling #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader #darkling x you #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan x you #alternate universe

[hogoflight]

AHAHHAHAAH YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THE VAMPIRE AU?? NO!!! my brain is STILL ROTTING

this one is about the muses and I made it really long.

OH YEAH little retcon the castle I mentioned in the post about Apollo’s kids is the one he hibernates(?) in for the winter (I’ll explain this later probably) that Boreas secretly gifted to him when they were dating (given that he is a news anchor(?) He allows Apollo to stay hidden and is proud of him). All his kids, his family and people he’s dated / had kids with are invited to stay for Christmas / the Winter Solstice!

the muses are their own separate coven of vampires that basically spend their immortal lives getting multiple PhDs, immortalising events through literature in as many forms as possible and also general academic stuff. They’re not all blood related because people choose to join when they want at different points in time. It started off with 3 muses in Ancient Greece, then 9 as more forms of literature were invented and in modern times there’s like so many. BUT there’s 9 leaders who are the generally the oldest and most experienced, and also therefore the most powerful and the most connected.

HISTORY TIME:

Apollo when he was an evil Vampire lord thought the muses were really cool and one day dreamed of them writing epics or something about him, and they did. Just. Definitely not in a flattering way! They focused more on the people he hurt and how he got hurt and the ways he changed over the years etc etc because BOY does this interesting guy have an interesting life. He was a fun member of the book club (y’know how it is), and also knows a lot about stuff in general so the muses were content to tolerate his company sometimes. Eventually when he decided to finally bail and stop being a prick (and also went into hiding) he knocked on the muses’ door, started bawling and gave a really genuine, heartfelt speech about how he wanted to stop hurting people and help them in any way he could to make up for Him and they took him in. So yeah Apollo has lived in the muses’ big palace / house / library thing for the past couple centuries and this is where he stayed most of his time (he was homeless for a bit but not anymore!!). Eventually he moved out (mixture of he felt bad about using their resources / big castles making him feel like a Lord again / he wants to stay alone but out of some self-imposed I’m-going-to-make-myself-feel-bad). He left everyone completely for a while, people got worried, he worked towards instead living alone so he could live with himself. Now he has a house which he (tries his best to) decorate very dramatically and feels more permanent and liveable now! He relapses / has bad days where he goes no contact but he’s getting more and more people watching out for him now. HE’S ACCUMULATING LOVED ONES AAAAAAAAOUGH :((.

He funds himself and gets funds for the muses (not a lot at all but he needs to feel like he contributes and they’re kind enough to allow him this) by organising the books / scrolls etc, organising general events, sharing his vast knowledge with people and teaching them things he knows, looking after the cats and making GOOD pancakes for the main 9 every morning (he pretends to complain about this all the time he’s like “I make breakfast for 10 PEOPLE every morning…” but he’s having a lot of fun cooking). Actually he also pretends to grouch about any work he does at all. People are concerned if he doesn’t bc then he’s not feeling too great about himself.

At first people were VERY confused as to WHY there was an GODDAMN SUPPOSEDLY DEAD VAMPIRE LORD just. Sorting the books?? And looking very sheepish?? And oh wow his mascara is very runny OH WOW UM EYEBAGS. yeah IT WAS AWKWARD. But people got used to it and whenever there’s a newbie people always have fun going “yeah you see that guy wearing like 9 feet of scarves grumbling into his hot chocolate? That’s Apollo. The Vampire Lord. He was kind of a prick but he feels really awful about it now. really shows how much can happen in a couple centuries am I right ahaaaaa”

also do I even need to say this. Apollo’s had crushes on all 9 of them and vehemently refuses to acknowledge he still does. Yet another thing newbies gawk at. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR 9 LEADERS SHARE OUR ECCENTRIC SECRETARY. WHAT. w oh hey he’s pretty! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE DEAD VAMPIRE LORD APOLLO?????? DIDN’T HE??? DIE?????” He can absolutely move in with Literally Anyone Else he is friends with but for some reason he is just content with his lonely smallass house nearby.

#Apollo #toa #vampire au #the muses #boreas #Wow this one’s kinda sad?? Me? Writing sad??? Woah

[seancekitsch]

Hi, can you do a "one shot" of how Richie asks a reader if she wants to be part of his plan :)

this request is actually going to get a sequel bc there’s another request that would be a perfect sequel to this one :) and here it is

“I can’t wait to graduate,” you said, years ago, “When I get a job the first thing I’m going to do is claw my way up to the top so I can fix the fucking franchise.”

That was four years ago, but Richie never forgot. He kept in touch the whole time, cheering you on over facetime as you struggled as a PA on sets and lived in an apartment in Studio City with four other girls who frequently forgot to lock the doors. Since then you’ve moved a bit closer, given up your dreams and hid your film degree under your bed. You do the next best thing, running a horror podcast out of your basement when you’re not working as a social media manager for a real estate group. You get to dissect all things horror and talk about how you would rewrite the films, you’re a fan favorite on the Stab Reddit for obvious reasons.

You are, in Richie’s eyes, perfect.

So when you call him to do an episode on your podcast, he’s already packing a bag before he can hang up the phone, a myriad of plans on his mind.

Unsurprisingly, you wanted him to do a recording with you talking about your shared love/hate of the Stab series, how you’d change things, your perfect Stab. He stops you before you can even write a script.

“I have a better idea,” he says.

You look up at him over your laptop, the screen illuminating the annoyed look on your face.

“Better than the best episode I’ll ever write?” you deadpan, and then go back to typing. You gently turn up the music playing from your sound bar so maybe he’ll get the hint you want to focus on constructing the interview questions. Richie won’t have that; He actually grabs the laptop from where you’re bundled in blankets on the couch and sets it down away from you. You sigh and roll your eyes, but look up at Richie to hear out what your old friend has to say.

“Let’s make the movie.”

You look at him incredulously.

“The movie, or THE movie?”you ask him. You’d made many a Stab movie with him in college, usually with you creating all of the special effects and being the final girl. Richie’s vision was never complete without your touch, the little quirks you brought to the production.

“I think you know which one,” he confirms, the east smile on his face not at all matching the intensity in his eyes.

You know exactly which one he’s talking about, the one you thought was a joke. There was a night you’d split a handle of tito’s and joked for hours while the Stab series played itself through on your shitty little tv; both of you talking about how YOU would be the perfect Ghostface duo and give the franchise something real to latch onto after… to your horror and dismay … Ghostface in space. You discussed exactly how you’d kill someone.

“Are you serious?” you ask, mood instantly changing. You jump up from your spot on the couch, hands outstretched and shaking like you want to grab Richie’s shoulders, but your hands stay hanging in the air.

He nods.

“Me back in the directors chair? You back in the spotlight? What do you say?” He throws his hands forward, blue flannel swishing at his sides at the force of his actions.

“Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes,” you shout, overjoyed. If someone didn’t know better, they’d have thought Richie just asked for you to marry him.

He grabs you around the waist, twirling you around.

“Thank you,” he laughs as he talks and starts to try to make you dance to the music, “You’re the best.”

You try not to let tears well up in your eyes and you finally lean into the embrace, follow his steps to dance around the room. Richie grabs the remote for the sound bar next and turns up the volume even more, your neighbors complaining about the noise be damned. This calls for a celebration.

You shout over the music,

“This is going to be so good for the podcast!”

#richie kirsch x reader

[crappy-coffee]

Literally any of the romances. Take your pick, they’re all terrible to some degree. You can even come back to this ask if you wanna do more than one.

They’re all terrible to some degree

I would have to disagree with you on that one to be honest. Like I’ve said before, I believe Pixane is the best one.

Personally I think Jaya is fine. It’s not amazing but it’s good. I’d just change that one moment in the pilot episodes, and rewrite Rebooted and Skybound. After those points I’d even say they’re a good couple.

But the one’s I want to change are Kai and Skylor, Lloyd and Harumi, and Lloyd and Akita.

Kailor

For Kai and Skylor, god just make them get together or don’t. Enough with the wishy washy bullshit and pick something. Make definitive character decisions. I already made a post about how I view Kailor so I’ll just screenshot it here.

Also yeah I’m having open LGBT+ characters because who the fuck is gonna stop me?

Lloykita

There’s so many problems with this ship starting with the fact that I saw Akita as a little child for so long (I looked it up, she isn’t so. Good job Ninjago) bc to me her model looks small. Other actual problems include; It’s boring & predictable, we never see Akita again, and it’s a last second kiss on the cheek.

It kinda sucks because I actually like Akita but if you’ve seen my season 11 rewrite then you know that I’ve gotten rid of her and the never realm completely. So the way I’m fixing it is just throwing it away. Maybe she can appear in my season 10 rewrite but we’ll see. Absolutely no romance with Lloyd though.

Llorumi

So what if I told you that this ship killed my hope in Ninjago’s writing team, because I would tell you that I’m exaggerating for comedy. In reality it just made me sit back and go “Wow. They really did that huh.”

Here’s my hot take, I love Lorumi! I love the idea that Lloyd falls in love with someone who takes advantage of him. I love the idea that Harumi is against the Ninja, and is super manipulative. I love the idea that Lloyd still has feelings for Harumi after the reveal for a little while!

Here’s what I don’t love. Ninjago’s failed attempt to use trauma as a way to make a villain sympathetic. The way Harumi’s plan is so fucking stupid AND that it bring Garmadon back. The fact that Lloyd drags his feet about his feelings for over 5 SEASONS and is STILL in love with her during the most recent one. Even worse that Harumi apparently RETURNS these feelings?? Are you kidding me??

Oh and don’t get me started on the fact that they tried to do a last second redemption arc before fucking KILLING her. You ever notice that the guy villains get more sympathy in character while the 2 main girl villains get the worst treatment. Because I do and it’s SO frustrating. 

How do I fix this? Well first of all I do as I mentioned with Kailor earlier, PICK A SIDE. God please no more back and forth just pick one. Here’s what happens in my rewrite.

Harumi is the quite one, sure, but she’s not in charge. She’s just the lead of communications and is doing an inside job on the ninja. We get the same scene of the harbor and blah blah blah but here’s the thing. The other Sons of Garmadon want to commit mass destruction with the Oni masks, something they keep secret from Harumi. So we do a double twist.

Harumi reveals she’s the quite one and her motives; that nobody is taking accountability for the destruction that the Ninja leave behind. Someone has to pay for all the lives they couldn’t save, and the police force in Ninjago has been slacking off HARD because of the Ninja. 

Later, during a ceremony to give the wearer’s of the masks the full powers of the Oni (Garmadon is NOT being brought back fuck you) when Harumi realizes they aren’t planning on using these powers to help Ninjago like they promised. She tries to fight the other leaders but she gets her mask taken and she’s ditched.

Harumi then goes back to the Ninja to work with them to stop the Sons of Garmadon. When Lloyd asks why they should trust her, she responds “My values are more important then my pride. If you are the same then you will accept my help as I will accept yours. For Ninjago, nothing else.”

I want Harumi to drop the act at this point. She resents the Ninja but knows it’s better to work with them at times. Harumi remains as a minor antagonist throughout the series from this point on. She doesn’t hurt others but still stands against the Ninja. I think it would be refreshing to have another force of good that doesn’t stand with the main characters. Really make them question their morals y’know? Lloyd gets over himself after like 2 seasons and they don’t have feelings or get together anymore ever :]

Tldr; Kailor is free food, Lloykita is dumb, and Llourmi happens but not really.

#ninjago #lloykita #kailor #llorumi #ninjago on coffee #ninjago rewrite #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #skylor chen #akita ninjago #princess harumi

[psycadenza]

// bc I have no restraint heres the rundown of Tristan’s future ‘canon event’ . I’ll probably write a drabble / have an arc eventually but I have to talk ab it loll .

// cw for death / mentions of abuse

// so it starts with Tristan’s twin, Felix / Ven0m, accidentally discovering Tristan is Psy/der . instead of immediately trying to kill him or turn him into their villain parents, he starts to try to build a relationship with Tristan . Tristan doesn’t understand the reasoning behind it, and doesn’t know Felix knows he’s psy/der, but the two start to create somewhat of a bond . It’s shaky at first, Felix wasn’t abusive as their parents were towards Tristan but definitely ignored him on many levels . But they start to talk more and hang out a few times .

// fast forward quite some time . Their parents recruit Felix for a large villain plan that is essentially a trap for psy/der so they can kill him, and once he’s dead they’ll complete their overarching villain plans . Felix secretly spares Tristan, which results in the plans falling apart . In a fit of rage, their parents unleash a failsafe weapon to try and kill Tristan again for ruining their plans over and over . The weapon causes a lot of destruction, and he’s spread thin trying to save everyone . without their parents knowing, Felix joins the effort to save people, following in his younger brother’s footsteps and further strengthening what bond they have .

// in the end, Felix is fatally wounded in an accident related to the weapon’s destruction . Tristan is unable to save him in time, and holds him as he dies . Felix removes his brother’s mask to see him one last time as he’s dying . Between the grief and pain, Tristan’s mind is left vulnerable and Felix opens his own mind to tell Tristan what he can’t in the time he has .

// Tristan learns that Felix has been roped into and forced to become Ven0m by their parents, it’s a title he never wanted . He never wanted to be a villain, he just wanted to be a normal teenager . And his whole life, their parents have done that sort of thing, pitting him against Tristan and pressuring him to be nothing less than a prodigy in all things . Felix has had feelings of wanting to connect with his twin for a long time but never felt the courage to . Tristan also learns that the Ven0m suit has been slowly consuming Felix and putting a strain on his body and itself, so much so that it couldn’t protect him from being fatally wounded at that previous moment . And when he dies, the parasitic suit will die with him . The last thing Tristan feels from his brother’s mind is a wave of apologetic guilt and regret .

// Felix dies in Tristan’s arms, and Tristan literally feels him die telepathically . Overwhelmed by the information he learned and his brother’s death, he almost doesn’t notice his parents approaching with the weapon in time . His spider senses save him, and he puts his mask back on in time . His parents assume he’s killed Felix / Ven0m, and become even more enraged . Their emotions get the better of them, and while more destruction happens around them, Tristan ends up defeating their weapon . Tristan wants to capture them and turn them in to end everything, but he’s so emotionally broken at this point, and the following events don’t help . After Tristan defeats them as psy/der, he watches his parents approach his dead brother to grieve over him before they are taken into custody . Tristan can’t bring himself to tear his parents away from their dead son, the only son they ever wanted, and leaves the scene, knowing he’d have to continue fighting them with them hating his superhero persona more than ever . He returns home, quickly composing himself and getting changed, as he knows what’s next . His parents return home eventually, stripped of their own villain personas, and deliver him the news of his brother’s death . He’s finally allowed to break down upon hearing the news out loud despite the fact he’s already experienced it . Still, his parents have no interest in him even after everything, and leave him by himself to grieve as they prepare a funeral .

#🎶 hath but a short time to live ┊┊☽ * · : ooc #🎶 in the midst of life we are in death ┊┊☽ * · : headcanons #🎶 verse 006 ┊┊☽ * · : spiderverse #cw death #cw abuse #// I woke up and decided to try and give tristan the most upsetting canon event I could #// tried to keep it somewhat in line with spider man shit while also making it tristan I think i got there #// anyway how we feeling!!! #// also the spoiler is for long post and also bc it’s lore spoilers lol

[roseandgold137]

Sorry there are so many but i am sooo curious 👀👀👀

For the fanfic writer emoji asks:

😅🤡😈✍️🎢🎶⛔🌞❌🧐🏆📈🦅👀💞🧠(<- for Tim)🤩🤲🎉⌛🤯

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

hmmm none come to mind immediately bc I mean I’m pretty chill with everything I’ve made existing, but I suppose if I were to write Meet the Family again I’d definitely change a few bits that kinda make me :/ now lol

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

“… Janet had money. And Helena’s birthday was soon… though a summer home seemed a bit extreme. Perhaps just a holiday would be enough.”

every so often I think of this line again and realise I’ll never actually live up to it

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

hmmm if nothing else I think I do plan to be lmao

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

not in the slightest everyone is just lucky if I even give it a second look before posting, that’s why I have to constantly go back and fix misspellings bc I never double check 😅

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Definitely Every Good Gold Digger, I mean it has the most going on (pretty sure it makes up over half of my total word count on ao3) and if you actually stop to consider the premise it’s literally two people that never meet in canon going through the most frustrating speed dating slow burn I can create while also being interspersed with random time jumps so I can tell a story that takes place over several years. So I’d say the rest is pretty tame haha

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Not often actually bc most of my writing actually happens in classes where my background sound is the teacher I should be listening to lol

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Wire Bird was supposed to get a chapter two but it was frustrating me to no end so I just abandoned it

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

No, just whenever I have the time and motivation I suppose

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Bad parents Jack and Janet drake my beloathed. I can’t even read it without having a physical reaction like literally I get completely thrown out of the story and just need to like cool off 😭 drake defender til I die

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

I start writing and then the research happens on the go 💪💪 I didn’t even know Brassempouy existed before chapter three of EGGD

🏆 What's your most popular fic? 

Based on hits, Every Good Gold Digger. Based on kudos, Meet the Family. But considering EGGD has far more subscriptions by far and also it’s definitely the one I’m more well known for so I’m going to give it the crown

📈 How many fics do you have?

On ao3, 24, and then there’s another from an ask I’ve been meaning to upload, and then there’s various half-finished wips that may or may not turn into anything lol

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

TECHNICALLY some of them have had outlines but very few of them remain true to them so mostly I make it up so long as I have the main story beats in mind

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

still working on the dick kidnapping one, so far he’s on patrol with Bruce and living his best reckless life. In version one anyways. Version two has him already caught and he is a significantly grumpier teen lmao we’ll see which version wins out

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Probably Tim or Janet I’m very partial to them, though Bart definitely appears as my art blorbo he’s everywhere in my sketchbooks so I suppose the three of them. I’m not very good at narrowing things down

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (Tim)

Ooooo. You know considering how often I think about him this question should probably be far easier but alas. He’s a total mama’s boy, but that’s basically canon, so I won’t count that. I think he ate crayons as a kid, but that’s not a favourite headcanon. I like to imagine him as an animal lover, because I genuinely can’t really imagine someone not like that, so I suppose that would be my favourite, bc it’s the trait I always give him even if I never say it

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? 

Tim definitely I never stop thinking about him which makes the whole process very streamlined

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

of course I would

“ “We didn’t do much golf, to be honest,” Jack murmured, dropping his head into his hands suddenly. “Janet. Janny. I made out with Bruce Wayne in the golf range bathrooms.” He peeked at her through his fingers. “Stop laughing at me.” ”

I’m just going to leave you all with that 👍👍

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

When I link it to here and everyone gets excited in the notes 💪💪💪 those first five minutes after posting is like ambrosia to me

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

It varies so widely, some chapters get done in a matter of hours meanwhile I’m on like two weeks for this one lmao

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I mean before I would have said romance but I actually think I’m doing pretty well at it, so maybe action honestly? My strength is definitely slice of life and fluff so sometimes I feel like my action can feel a bit off pace yknow

Thank you so much for the ask <3 it was very fun going through them all :)

#ask game #I won’t clog any tags with this

[stevethehairington]

Many for you 🎁 🏷 🌻 🎬 🤖 🎨

ahh triciaaa, ty for sending these in!! so many!! i love it!! ty!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

ooh yes!! this is from the latest wip i've started!! if anyone (minus the people that already Know) can guess what this is inspired by i will give you a gold star lol

Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head, smile still tugging at his lips. He rolls his shoulders back and casts a glance around the room. “Anyone else?” He asks. “Is that it? No one else wants to try to steal my crown?” “I’ll take a whack at it.” The group parts, and there stands Eddie Munson, in his leather jacket and obnoxious sunglasses. That bandana of his that’s always trailing out of his back pocket is tied around his head, pulling back some of his hair. Steve can see the sharp line of his jaw now, the full of his cheeks. He looks pretty. He looks good. “Munson,” Steve greets, as Eddie saunters over to the table, swinging a sock full of change. The coins clink noisily against each other.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

hm, not really? like, i do pretty much all of my reading on ao3 (with the exception, of course, of the ficlets and such i see on here from people i follow!) and when i'm first starting out in a new fandom/pairing tag then i tend to keep things pretty broad upon my first browse through. especially if there's not a lot of fics written yet bc being picky/specific yields less results. if the fandom is big and there's a wide selection to browse from then yeah i can be a little more selective which is great!!

but basically, i kind of just search for fics depending on the mood i'm in. so i'll adjust my parameters to fit that. so if i'm looking for a specific trope or dynamic i'll add those tags and search there. but if i'm not then i'll keep it pretty broad.

i do always filter for complete though. i am not a wip reader and there are only a veeeerrrry select few exceptions to that rule i make.

(occasionally when i'm really bored i'll go through the steddie tag on here and check out some of the ficlets there that i don't see on my dash already, but that's not as often)

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

not like suuuuper often or anything but like it does happen often. and like, i know some people get weird about reading their own works, but nah, not me lol. i'm not embarrassed by that. i'm my own biggest fan and i'll fully embrace that lmaoo. in the case of most of my fics, i wrote them for me first and foremost, like they're concepts and situations and scenarios that i wanted to see done, they're things that i like to read about, and yeah, i think i did a pretty good job bringing those concepts and situations and scenarios to life, so yeah, of course i'm going to read them lol.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

omg that is SUCH a hard question dskjfs i could answer with so many of my fics lmaoo.

is it cheating if i give two answers? sdkfjsld. bc i really can't chose and i've already narrowed it down from more than two 😂 yeah, i'm giving two answers:

i would say either i want to hold you hand or if you have a minute. i feel like both of those would translate very well to the big screen lol.

i want to hold your hand because i think the story for that one is very like cinematic? in the sense that there are so many scenes in it and they flow from one to the next in a way that would be easy to recreate on film, and also like i can just picture certain scenes (the hand holding scenes specifically!) and the music that would help build the tension of them and the lighting (the glow of the movie screen illuminating them, in the dark but still lit up) and just yeahhhh. that one would be lovely to see as a movie.

and then if you have a minute because oh mannn i had THEE most vivid image of that one in my head while writing it, and like the same kind of deal - i think it would be sooo cool to see the music included (the trailer would ABSOLUTELY have somewhere only we know playing over it) and the cinematography of it all, like just picture all the forest shots and the RAIN and that cute lil diner on the side of the road, oh god it would be sooo good to see on film.

i feel like the fancast part of this question is a little silly because in an ideal world it would literally be the same actors and actresses that play these characters in the og source material lmao, so joe and joe where y'all at i've got your next movie deal!!

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

i've only told one like non-fandom friend that i write fic - my best friend back in high school.

but, my sister also does know that i write (she does too lol) and i know she's read some of my stuff and we've shared ideas with one another before too so yeah.

i'm pretttttty sure my parents probably know too? but like. it's one of those don't ask don't tell kind of things lmfaooo. like, when i was waaaay younger they caught me writing fic in the middle of the night when i should have been asleep and, well, let's just say that was a VERY awkward conversation the next day. so like, they know that i write gay fanfiction bc of that lmfao, but they don't really bring it up and neither do i. that being said, even if they know i write it they don't know what fandom/pairings i'm writing for lmao so that's a plus i suppose.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

omg honestly literally ANYTHING. like, i will be forever grateful and indebted to and in love with ANYONE who is inspired enough by my writing to want to create art for it. like that's just INCREDIBLE and AMAZING to me and anyone who does that will automatically earn my undying love and support (assuming they did not already have it before lmao).

buuuuut if i had to pick specifics ooooh, man i think any scene from my fic under my umbrella would be fantastic, it's one of my favorite fics i've written and i just love the vibes of that fic and rain my beloved and i will never say no to seeing sopping wet drowned cat eddie munson immortalized in art lmaoo.

or also the screaming rock scene/steve and eddie holding hands running through the forest when it starts to pour or the diner pancakes scene from if you have a minute would be incredible too.

or or or - sdlfdsk lmao i could list off so many scenes i would love to see art of i'm not going to lie. but yeah for real, literally seeing any of them drawn out would just be so mind blowing and so incredible so yeah i'm not picky 😂

fanfic writer ask game

#asks #2btheanswertothequestion #fanfic writer ask game

[notcolleen]

god i have so many thoughts to write about this trip but right now i need to process this before anything else:

[[MORE]]

oregon has always held so much significance to me in terms of recovery bc my time at/after rainrock was the most lasting and most authentic recovery ive ever experienced. i also truly love it here and refuse to tarnish that with the shame of my eating disorder. so with that, i have forced myself to try my hardest every time im here and unfortunately that usually means a lot of getting back on track from relapse or a lot of significant differences in the way i was eating/living at home.

i try to view it as a ‘reset’ to get back on track but tbh i know i probably place too much significance on my time here and it sometimes ends up enabling my behaviors and ultimately making it harder bc i am so black and white in my thinking (so i let things get really bad before coming bc i ‘i’ll do better there’)

and im actually thankful i didn’t have a lot of notice this time bc i couldn’t completely crash and burn beforehand, and was actually trying to make small changes to my routine before bc i was getting sick of myself and i just had a birthday and didn’t want to spend another year like this, but there was definitely still the last couple days of ‘fuck it’ mentality

so this is all to say, on top of work and travel stress, im also just really anxious and Going Through it rn bc im like…trying to force a complete turn around in my recovery over the last couple days and my body is confused and my brain is confused and i feel like this is the timeframe i’d usually be in treatment center venting abt the refeeding process and complaining abt the superficial woes of weight gain and body changes but instead im really just trying to appreciate being here / trying to take advantage of Recovery Food here (abt to write a whole other post on scarcity mindset and a hotel breakfast buffet though bc holy shit im struggling with that) and trying to appreciate being here and exploring while !not! exploring too much and having it become a behavior

and it’s all just really hard

and actually i started this post to say that i am on my lunch break now and it was hard bc only 10 minutes ago a student lifted up my arm and called it flabby and asked me what my marks on my arms are (not the tattoos lol, the stretch marks) and said they looked like her grandmoms arms lmao tried to play it off and explain that bodies change and grow and look different and we should never touch other ppls bodies without permission etc etc but she’s young and i know it was forgotten in 2 seconds while i now have to come and each lunch with it on my mind

and im actually in the process of really working to accept my arms in particular, bc i know it’s something other ppl see; ive gotten comments from other ppl abt my stretchmarks since 4th grade lol. they bear my weight changes more signicantly than other places and my stretchmarks become really visible when i am tan. and the “flabby” is just fact. i could spend my days in the gym and it would still be there. i could lose 372956 lbs and it would be there. my body has been put through so much over the years and i am learning to accept it more and more each day, and i no longer dress to hide these things, but i definitely still have a pit in my stomach every time a kid stares a little too long or asks me to move my arm.

but anyway i will now still eat lunch

and then i will journal in my body acceptance journal that i specifically brought along in my carry on bc i knew this would be difficult and i am ready to try

okay

bye 🤸‍♂️

[plinkcat-gif]

do share!i love reading your funky ideas

thanks for enabling me 🧡🧡

kakashi can see ghosts lmao, obt is ghost.

“if you don’t get out i’ll kill you”

“i’m about to eat pancake hot dogs for dinner. this is my first meal of the day.”

this is based off a tiktok i’ll never find again ahdjsjdjdj, but essentially a crack au where obito does everything in his power to get kakashi to leave the home (genuinely traumatizing things) and kakashi is completely unfazed every time because he works full time at the town’s shittiest mcdonald’s where he’s definitely seen worse shdjsksjjs.

road trip:

“Aren’t you a little too old to be scared of the dark?”

this is just vibes there was no plot <333 i just thought kakashi teasing obito for this was cute, and the two of them goofing around with each other on a trip would be adorable!! also had potential to be a kkobrin au and if i were to write it now, it would definitely be that <3

*holds up fingers* “how many fingers do you see”

“too many”

“there’s one.”

this was actually for my firefighter obt and nurse kakashi au! obito gets severely injured in a fire and is sent to the hospital where they meet, about a week after obito saves kakashi’s house from burning down. kakashi is babysitting naruto while minato and kushina are out of town, and so he already has a lot on his plate, and obito has partial custody of his and rin’s child. (not a bad divorce, they’re still good friends!! he’s a really good dad and a good friend to rin, but couldn’t be a good husband because he worked hours that she couldn’t deal with while being a nurse and having a child. she’s since moved to a less demanding job in the medical field to take of their child <3)

anyway yeah that’s all <3 they’re so important to me i love them idk why the space above is so large i can’t make it go away

kid ghost kakashi and kid obito

- they had houses next to each other and would talk through their windows on the second floor bedrooms.

- kakashi died chasing after a soccer ball in a game. he’s not actually dead, just in a coma and healing slowly. he flickers in and out of existence based on whether he’s close to waking up or not.

- he is entirely conscious of everything he’s doing as a ghost. obito’s certain that he’s a figment of his imagination to cope, and since kakashi can’t make him believe otherwise, he just goes with it.

- obito goes to prom with somebody else and, unable to bear the fact that kakashi is also there, watching from afar, ditches (prom dress—mxmtoon).

- obito cries over math hw, kks helps him

- kakashi skipped a grade or two (can’t remember) and is in the same grade as obito. he’s only one or two years younger or whatever, DEF not four lol

IMPORTANT AU TO ME!!!! i started writing the first chapter but i just couldn’t get the tone right, esp bc it was from a squirrel’s perspective and…yeah. anyway. the main angst came from the prom scene, after goofy shenanigans with each other <3 obito goes to prom with somebody else (not rin he wouldn’t do that to her) and he can’t stand seeing kakashi on the bleachers, looking defeated and just. so sad. stressed, esp bc he’s having feelings ab somebody who might die, he ditches and kakashi tries to comfort him but hey, his best friend is about to die and he can’t deal with that, and just. fuck. sad.

kakashi does not die (…at least in one ending. never did figure out if i wanted to write the other too)

modern au kakashi gets flashes of different aus, mostly of obito dying. he can’t piece it together, until he realizes that he’s somehow connected to the multiverse.

i do not remember what this was about <3 but it’s cool in concept!! i think somehow he was able to travel the multiverse too, but like not intentionally. he was usually dumped in some random universe. (much opportunity for crossover aus, time change aus, i was also perhaps going to use this as an excuse to write friends’ aus and aus i liked dhhdjsjd

limbo dancing with the devil

- basically little to no morals

- western

- kakashi and obito were raised in a gang, but it was eventually killed and they were spared. kakashi picked up his life (it’s relative) and now works as a gun-checker for a saloon. also runs missions for tsunade, usually in killing people.

- obito simply started his own gang (akatsuki) and they go around killing killers. they’re looking for tsunade, because one of her men (kks) killed yahiko (but yahiko was actually killed by madara and framed kakashi)

- madara is the biggest threat—he’s been dormant since he got his town and was satisfied to live there, but with the new information, they have to go after him. kakashi, akatsuki, rin, tsunade and shizune all band together to go to tsukuyomi.

- obito kills killers and bad people, but kakashi’s revealed to have killed heartlessly (he didn’t get his reputation based on checking guns at a bar. he was taken in briefly by danzō and ran bad missions.)

- tenzo eventually joins the party when they meet him in konoha, the last stop before tsukuyomi. he’s gotten better (he used to work for danzō too) and is next in line for sheriff. he comes along because he’s been tracking madara for a while too, as he’s a threat to konoha.

- obito and kakashi’s deep talk: kakashi just killed someone by knife when obito was down, and obito says “you didn’t strike me as a killer.” kakashi responds, “that’s what makes me so good at it.”

- that sounds so edgy LOL in the moment it’s kind of sad.

incredibly important au to me. such worldbuilding, plus it means i would’ve gotten to write southwestern stuff which is simply <33333 LOVE!!!! i love love love writing about the southwest it’s just home <333🧡🧡🧡🧡 but also the plot is cool i really like it!! unfortunate i never got around to it, but i did write one chap on ao3 if you’re interested ;)

hatake norse

- old hatake wolves gone unused for so long that they’ve overgrown with moss and lichen

- tarot cards

- must all things end?

- flower field of daisies and lavender

- overgrown hatake estate

- skoll: devours the moon

- hati: devours the sun

- fenrir: will devour everything

- vargamor: a woman with control over wolves who lives in the forest. kakashi’s mom was one of these and she’s actually the one with hatake descent. this is how kakashi has control over wolves.

- kakashi wasn’t provided enough stability as a child and so he ends up destroying the world by freeing fenrir.

- he finds old scrolls under the floorboards where sakumo died.

- the island fenrir lives on is a marsh.

so yeah this is just a bad ending au no matter what. kakashi is enticed by his lineage in the hatake scrolls, which is great at first. then he associates with obito and the akatsuki, finds out obito’s plan because obito trusts him, foolishly. kakashi pretends to play along until he reverse summons himself to fenrir’s island and pulls the sword from the stone, releasing the wolf and ending the world. in his final moments, he gets to say goodbye to naruto, regret what he did because anything is better than this, regret it because naruto will die, and then justify it with obito’s actions. it’s for the greater good kind of stuff. it’s not. bad ending.

he doesn’t try to negotiate with fenrir after watching how quickly he took down kaguya. there’s no point in arguing morals without something that merciless.

this would’ve been a fun worldbuilding project, and i got pretty far! unfortunately i’m not writing anymore and so this project has come to a halt. i highly recommend the first few chapters because they were really fun for me to write, the last two are very meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it would mean a lot if u, who is reading this, read the first few chaps on my ao3 tho lol

better superhero au, invincible inspired

- obito is high school student, starts with no powers.

- gets powers one night, kamui makes him essentially invincible (wow what a cool name)

- madara (caretaker with hashirama) works with obito on his powers and takes him training.

- tobirama (cecil) adds obito to a superhero program he has, puts him on team with tsunade (black samson), kakashi (atom eve; final love interest), tenzō (robot), genma (rex splode).

- rin (amber; first love interest) is regular human, but volunteers at soup kitchen and helps in community, a hero in her own right.

- kakashi and tenzō are also secretly part of root, another organization that’s underground to the program. obito’s asked to join by danzō, to which he accepts, aka harder missions.

- he, kks and tenzō almost die (the mafia thing) and so does everyone else, but they all live thanks to tobirama and healing stuff.

- meanwhile, madara investigation ongoing, who killed the global guardians?

- subway scene and stuff. man. obito’s pretty much just fuckign demolished. iykyk.

- obito lives and recovers, kakashi suffers memory trauma from concussions.

this would’ve been fun to write for worldbuilding, i love working with magic/superpower systems!! also some major angsty kkob!!! i did write a little smth for this a while back but idk if i’ll be able to find it, if anyone’s interested anyway dhdjsjjd

“you will now go by magekiller as your new title. good luck, uchiha.”

- “every timeline. every single one, you kill me. why?”

- kakashi carries an opal, believed to be bad luck and carries the power of every gemstone. “magician’s stone”

- a desperate cleric slamming every healing spell in an attempt to bring someone back to life the ground sprouts flowers all around. deep in the forest, surrounded by flowers, lies a corpse refusing to rot.

- (from today) what was i even thinking?

- i think kakashi was supposed to have magic powers thru the stone. like a mage. and then obito was tasked by some higher being with always killing him forever

- they go through each timeline like this and at some point obito really does manage to kill kakashi. for real, for the final time (he’s not carrying the gemstone on him maybe?) and enter that last quote

- tbh i don’t remember i jsut made that up off the top of my head SHHDKSKAG

- this is Obito Suffering because He Cares So Much and what better way for angst than losing the one he cares most about? haha.

no comment idk what i was on about and the pinterest board is just some wolves and the word vargamor GFJJSKAHDJA

obito takes on kakashi’s mannerisms

- super cold, intimidating stare

- truly truly works and cares about people but as goes for obito, it becomes obsessive and twisted

- cares thru anbu if that makes sense. like he works for danzō and thinks he’s doing good for people

- perhaps some conscience-ghost haunting involved. because i think he should <3

fun twist on kks taking on obito’s mannerisms idk!!! potential for angst but i’m not the best at writing it so it’d probably be more uhhh grounded? idk. idk idk gn

#kirpy answers #thank u and vera for enabling me ily guys #kirpy writes #sure i’ll give it the tag it’s in the realm #oh the ‘space above is so large idk why’ is only visible when i edit it ig #thanks tumblr now i look like an idiot DDSKLSDJF

[chronic-invisibility]

I stopped coming on here for like almost a month i think bc i added some tags onto a post i reblogged and the op called me out and said i completely misunderstood everything (except they misunderstood what i was trying to say so fuck me ig) and i got upset and dipped. In the meantime, lots of stuff has happened, but also not much.

I went back to university, the semester started last Thursday and it’s going well so far, I’m majoring in Museum Studies bc I am a big nerd, and it’s a 100% online program so I’m still working and I don’t have to like, move to Arizona, which is good.

Work is meh, we’re starting vaccine clinics again soon so I’ll be doing that again with this season’s flu and covid shots, and maybe other vaccines as well I’m not sure what the regulations are now. We still only have one pharmacist on staff so we’re stuck with a rotating cast of floaters, some of whom are more helpful than others. And the customers are still horrible, that hasn’t changed. I got yelled at for 10 minutes today by someone who’s doctor called in over a dozen prescriptions and then faxed us and cancelled all of them so we put them all back, which was a mistake apparently and then after we finally got it sorted and got them called in again, we were supposed to close in 10 minutes so it was physically impossible to fill 15 prescriptions for one person, and she wanted us to stay open late just for her, which legally we can’t do and also no, we want to go home and she was being so rude we didn’t really want to help her at all. So yeah, work is work

In good news, I’ve been talking to someone i matched with on a dating app (my intro that they messaged me about was mcr related, so you know they’re a keeper) and we’ve been on 2 dates and text a lot and we’re planning on hanging out again this Tuesday. They’re a special ed teacher and they have adhd so they get how my brain works and they work with kids whose brains work similarly to both of ours, and they’re really funny and cool and smart and nice and pretty, I really hope this keeps going well bc I really like them.

I watched the newest season of Heartstopper twice in a row after it came out, reread all the comics that are out (Alice Oseman is still publishing them, too, so that’s nice) and then rewatched both seasons in a row. It’s so cute and so good and i can feel the hyperfixation building. I’ve watched it enough that I keep slipping into a british accent when I talk, which is entirely unintentional but not the worst thing. I can also do it on purpose, but i tend to pick up accents from people I hear talk a lot, which is maybe the only fun side effect of masking my whole life

I’ve seen a few really good plays and musicals recently, I know I saw The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window before i stopped posting on here, but that was really good, and then I saw Kimberly Akimbo the other day, it was INCREDIBLE. The music and the writing are amazing, obviously, and the actors were all so good, again obviously. They won 5 Tony’s last season, including for Best Musical and Best Featured Actress in a musical and Best Lead Actress in a musical, which were so well-deserved, I seriously cannot hype this show up enough. There’s so many good shows on Broadway right now and I wish I could see them all, there were a bunch I wanted to see but closed before I got the chance, too, including Prima Facie starring Jody Comer, but I bought the script for that one.

In less fun news, I think i might need to put a read more here bc there be triggers coming

Between my chronic GI issues (trying to see a specialist about it again but there’s a whole mess of problems with that i just don’t feel like typing) and watching season 2 of Heartstopper and also rereading it and seeing Charlie struggling with his eating disorder, I’ve lapsed pretty hard with my own. I can’t really call it a relapse bc I was never really actually trying to recover, but I was trying for a while to eat a little more normally, but that’s basically out the window now. Thanks brain, so helpful of you to see a person struggling with a similar mental illness to mine and say “well they’re sicker than you so you suck and also you need to work harder at being sick like them” like FUCK OFF that’s not helpful and also Charlie is literally a fictional character and most of the storyline is about how he’s trying to get help for his ed and how awful they are, and his ed and mine aren’t the same, nor are our reasons for being disordered. So that’s not been fun.

I also realized (after watching a video by a therapist reacting to the scene when Ben assaults Charlie in Heartstopper and then going and obsessively researching legal definitions) that what happened to me in the summer of 2019 would probably be classified as a rape, not just a sexual assault. Which it also was, but what happened falls under the legal definition of rape, not just assault. So I’ve been spiraling about that, even though I still remember almost none of it and once again my garbage brain has decided that I’m somehow not allowed to be that upset or say I’m traumatized bc I don’t experience two of the most common symptoms of ptsd (flashbacks and nightmares) so clearly, this is all me being dramatic, even though basically everything else fits. And those aren’t required to be diagnosed with ptsd. Not that I WANT ptsd, but for whatever reason I feel like i’m not allowed to even say i’m a little bit traumatized by what happened bc of that. Again, stupid brain. I also realized after talking to the person I’ve been talking to (idk if we’re officially dating, maybe i should ask) about boundaries and what we’re both comfortable with, that the last person who I’ve had any “romantic” physical contact with was the person who raped me, and also the only sexual contact I’ve ever had (unless i’ve blocked out more than just the one assault I know happened) was with that same person, so now i’m extremely anxious about doing anything with the person i’m sort of maybe dating, even though neither of us are interested in just jumping right to physical intimacy, they’ve also experienced similar situations so they’re anxious about it too, and also they’re a nice person who i’d trust to not push it if i wasn’t comfortable with something, but idk how to say “i’m anxious about kissing you even though i like you and i want to kiss you bc the last person i kissed was the person who raped me over 4 years ago”

I’m working on finding a new therapist now that i’m done with my IOP and i know that’s going to be one of the (far too many) things i need to deal with in therapy, as well as all the other trauma from that summer, and from my previous university experience, and my whole fucking childhood, and also my other issues that aren’t necessarily trauma related, although most of them probably are to a certain extent bc being an undiagnosed audhd person who also doesn’t realize they’re trans until they’re an adult is inherently traumatic.

I don’t know if there’s any other big stuff I want to/feel like I need to say that’s been going on, not that anybody will probably read all or any of this. But yeah, a lot is going on, but also not much is actively going on. This was a lot longer than I thought it would be. Oops.

[ohpleaselarry]

What is your process for writing these beautiful snippets and stories? Like you come up with these incredibly rare and unique story lines, how do they come up? And how do you plan them? Do you write a draft / outline? Or free ball it? And do you plan your characters personalities or follow l+h original personalities? I'm just so fascinated by your ability to write so well 😭😭😭

First of all anon I have to ask if you accidentally sent this to the wrong person bc there’s no way you’re asking me these things. 😭 second of all this answer got a bit longer than I expected so..

My writing process is very much chaos and pain, if I’m honest. The ideas come either from a dream I had or thought up randomly during a shower, there’s no other option. (I have very vivid dreams, and sometimes those dreams include L&H). I write in my notes app on my phone like an absolute knob, but it’s most convenient for my schedule, and easiest for me to work on while out and about. Can get a lot of work done on an hour train ride, you know? Other than that, I don’t really have a process, unless you count music. I listen to a classical music playlist every single time I write. It’s a must, usually.

Dunno about ‘rare and unique’, though. I rarely read other fics unless I have a lot of time and am not writing myself (which is almost never) so I don’t really know what everyone else is writing. I don’t really try to be unique with them, but if I’m bored writing it, then I delete it. If I’m bored writing it, surely it’ll be boring to read, right? Suppose that’s my standpoint there, so I try to post what I enjoy writing the most, which then becomes the most interesting plots for myself. On this topic, I’ve been trying to get into more tropes/aus/prompts than I ever have in writing previously. In my A-Z series, I usually try to come up with something I haven’t written about before, even if it’s just one little thing in the work, and if it doesn’t work out like I want it to, it’s fine cause it’s just a drabble, y’know? Trying to grow in my writing this year, even if I feel like I’ll never get paid to do it haha. I’m getting off topic, sorry love.

As for a plan/outline, I’ll be honest I sort of have neither most of the time. Unless it’s a long project (like over 80k that requires planning for continuity or chapters) I just open up a new page and start writing until I lose inspo or finish it. There’s pros and cons to this, though. I end up writing a lot, like enough that it keeps me up all night sometimes, but it can also end in too many wip’s at once. While I’m answering this message, I currently have twenty-four works in various stages of completion. Yeah, twenty-fucking-four. I’ll maybe finish three of them in this year, and will probably start five more as well. Sometimes I start a fic and bust out 20k, edited and ready to post, in less than a week. Other times I work on something the same size but for two years. It’s all over the place but I really try to have it exactly where I want it to be when I post it. Suppose I can be a bit of a perfectionist.

As for personalities, I tend to try and stick to what I know H&L to be like, though I don’t feel bad with taking liberties and changing bits for the plot. Of course, I can meet them a few times and see what’s on the surface, I can watch a thousand videos of them in interviews, I can read receipts from others who have met them who repeat the same traits I know to be true, but it’ll never compare to genuinely knowing them, you know? I do my best to keep it canon to who they are, but if I randomly feel like writing a fic where H is a emotionless murderer (see: the animals) I just do, because they’re just fics, y’know? It doesn’t matter too much unless I’m writing canon compliant, so if I’m in an au I honestly don’t think about it too much. Though I can never stray too far, usually.

We only know what they let us see, and no matter what it’ll never be everything, but there’s something beautiful in knowing that the two people you’re writing about are the ones who get to know each other in that everything sort of way. Ugh, don’t get me started on these two fucks, I could gush about how much they inspire me for hours on end.

That’s about it haha. Strange, I never really thought about these things, but I’m flattered that someone was interested enough to ask. Still can’t believe I get more than 10 hits on my works, if I’m honest, let alone a message this sweet.

Thank you so much for this ask, it made my day more than you’ll ever know.

#reader appreciation #I’m literally crying

[noramoons]

I know you have so many tricks up your sleeve so I’m super confident that the last few chapters of ‘for reasons wretched and divine’ are going to be heart wrenching at the very least… and considering who I am as a person I say ‘bring it on’ 🙃🙃

I just love the relationship between the reader and Jisung, it’s not one I thought would be my favourite given all of the other pairings on the fic but I think that’s why it’s a favourite? Because it’s so different from adoring Felix and respectful Changbin and head over heels in love Chan 🥰 I think the way you made Jisung and the reader… reconcile? If you could call it that? Was honestly perfect so hats off to you for writing it the way you did, without making it too dramatised but big enough that it fitted the scene and the characters themselves 😍

Honestly for me I’m obsessed with this world that you’ve created so I’ll take any spin offs or any bonus chapters you would write (if you want to of course), whether it’s more of Chan and the readers previous lives before Chan was turned into a demon and the readers life ending, or whether it’s about the other Lykos clan members, honestly any and all I’ll take but of course no pressure it’s entirety up to you 😍 either way you have a loyal reader here in all of the work you produce from here on out 🖤🖤

i will admit you are certainly right about what the last few chapters will contain…..ngl i have been very excited abt posting this week’s chapter for a while bc ik some of y’all are going to have some Feelings about it 😳😳 ehehe but i’m very glad you’re excited for them! ;))

i’m also so glad you liked how the relationship between jisung and the reader developed!! they got off to a pretty rocky start to say the least grnddnj but i totally agree that they have a completely different dynamic than anyone else among the group. with the way their particular dynamic has grown and changed i think they’ve come the farthest between any of the clan members! i always wanted them to reconcile eventually, but with jisung being the way he is here he couldn’t just flat-out apologize—even so, that conversation was really important for both of them knowing where they stand with each other, and i’m seriously so happy you enjoyed how that was portrayed!

and aaaa omg these are all great suggestions for spinoffs!! thank you so much for these :D i have had a few thoughts recently actually abt a few things of chan and the reader’s lives before he was turned into a demon so this is definitely a possibility…hehehe i’ll totally come back to you for feedback if i decide on anything! thank you so so much again for reading and for your lovely feedback, it’s always a delight to see your username in my inbox 😚💖💖

#beck answers 💌 #puellaigmotum #fic: for reasons wretched and divine

[writingwithcolor]

Hey there! I'm writing a very self indulgent AU right now based on a movie, and one of the characters I'm transplanting into it is Jewish. The movie plays with the popular sci-fi trope of characters being trapped in an infinite time loop of living the same day over and over (a la Groundhog Day), and I started to wonder if there's readings of that through a Jewish lens I haven't thought of; how might a Jewish character approach/conceptualise becoming stuck in that situation, waking up to the same day over and over, resetting when they fall asleep or die, everyone around them (bar one) resetting too and not remembering the past loops? I have one or two friends I'm thinking of asking too but I'd love to hear as many perspectives as possible! (note: I'm afraid I'm not sure of the character's exact denomination bc I don't think the source text specified and my knowledge is limited, but he's very proud of and happy with his religion and fairly observant as far as I'm aware!) No worries if you can't/don't want to answer this, I'm not even sure I'll ever finish or post this fic and I don't think I NEED to change the narrative as such, but I've been thinking a lot about how it'd be a good/worthwhile thing to consider for the character and I'm not sure where to start, it seems like a question a bit philosophical for a quick Google! Thank you in advance, you guys do great work here ^^

Jewish Character Stuck in Time Loop

Ooh this sounds like fun 😊

One thing to consider is the observance of time-dependent mitzvot. You should be able to find some relevant discussions by googling ‘when is Shabbat in the north pole?’ or ‘when is shacharit in space?’ for example, since so many of our commandments depend on certain assumptions about how time can be measured using the sun. If you live the same Thursday over and over, is the third one Shabbat? Or the seventh one? Or is it always just Thursday? Similarly, is the character marking off the days until the important Jewish holidays in their own reference frame, or observing the Jewish calendar as per the reference frame of the local community?

Oh, and if he has a menstrual cycle and is married, if he still gets his cycle while in the time loop that would tie him up in knots that I can’t even start to untangle right now but look up taharat mishpachah for details. (And if he’s married to someone with a menstrual cycle, probably still look this up because there would be an emotional impact of losing the rhythm of touching and not touching, even without all the practical implications.)

In real life, to keep these commandments properly would definitely need rabbinic input. In the absence of a rabbi to provide realistic dialogue for this (or just to keep the story moving), I’d recommend slipping in a reason why that conversation can’t happen. Maybe the rabbi keeps saying, “What an interesting question, I’ll look it up and get back to you tomorrow.” D’oh!

Despite playing havoc with the time-bound mitzvot, a time loop would be beneficial for the interpersonal commandments. That conversation where you accidentally spoke loshan hara? Go back tomorrow and do better. The process of teshuva (usually translated as ‘repentance’ but literally means ‘returning’, i.e. getting back to your connection to God or to your best self) is very important in Judaism. The process is only complete when you’re in the same situation again and don’t make the same mistake. Your character has a unique advantage of being able to get back to the literal same situation, in a highly predictable way that won’t catch him off guard and knock him back into old habits. It would be nice to see him improving in the interpersonal mitzvot each day.

Finally, it’s not a disaster if you can’t work this in, but I wonder if your character is someone who likes to study and do research? It’s one of those things that is a stereotype if overdone, but is culturally accurate if well executed as part of a fully rounded character. If they have some free time as a result of being in a loop (e.g. you don’t have to spend too long on work if you know everything that’s going to happen), it would be cool if they spent some of it learning about the science and philosophy of time and how a time loop could be possible. I think that’s what a lot of real Jewish people would do. It also occurred to me that their learning is one of the few achievements they can hold on to, that won’t be lost when time resets, therefore exalting knowledge as being beyond any material prize. That seemed like a very Jewish idea to me.

-  Shoshi

November 2021

#Asks #dont-offend-the-bees #Judaism #Jewish #time loops #sci fi #religion