#but guidelines are boring and i don’t want to follow them

[phoenixkaptain]

Tbh every time I see anything that’s like “You should NEVER write this specific thing,” the spirit of C.S. Lewis tells me “you should write that thing right now immediately”

#the inane ramblings of a madman #whenever people are like #‘main characters with these traits are bad’ #i am immediately like ‘i must write a main character with those traits’ #because honestly #the only real rule of writing #is that all the rules should be broken #‘op characters are boring’ okay say that to one punch man #every rule someone tells you i guarantee you can find an exception to #even something as basic as ‘follow basic sentence structure’ #clearly i don’t have to i’ve seen poetry #i understand having guidelines #but guidelines are boring and i don’t want to follow them #especially not in writing #if i want to write a mary sue then goddangit i’m writing a mary sue

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dm Tip: Playing the Villain/ Guidelines for "Evil" Campaigns

I've never liked the idea of running an evil game, despite how often I've had people in my inbox asking how I'd go about it. I'm all about that zero-to-hero heroic fantasy not only because I'm a goodie twoshoes IRL but because the narrative-gameplay premise that d&d is built around falls apart if the party is a bunch of killhappy murder hobos. Not only would I get bored narrating such a game and indulging the sort of players who demands the freedom to kill and torture at will (I've had those before and they don't get invited back to my table), but the whole conceit of a party falls through when the obviously villainous player characters face their first real decision point and attempt to kill eachother because cooperation is a thing that goodguys do.

Then I realized I was going about it all wrong.

The problem was I had started out playing d&d with assholes, those "murder and torture" clowns who wanted to play grand-theft-auto in the worlds I'd created and ignore the story in favour of seeing how much unchallenged chaos they could create. They set my expectations for what an evil campaign was, and I spent the rest of my time developing as a dungeonmaster thinking " I Don't want any part of that"

But what would an evil campaign look like for my playgroup of emotionally healthy friends who understand character nuance? What would I need to change about the fundamental conceit of d&d adventures to refocus the game on the badguys while still following a similar enough narrative-gameplay premise to a hero game? How do we make that sort of game relatable? What sort of power/play fantasy can we indulge in without going off the deepend?

TLDR: In an evil campaign your players aren't playing the villains, they're the MINIONS, they're mooks, henchmen, goons, lackeys. They're the disposable underlings of uncaring overseers who have nothing but ill intent towards them and the world at large.

Where as in a hero game the party is given the freedom to challenge and overthrow corrupt systems, in an evil game the party is suck as part of that corrupt system, forced to bend and compromise and sacrifice in order to survive. The fantasy is one of escaping that corrupt system, of biding your time just long enough to find an opening, find the right leverage, then tossing a molitov behind you on the way out.

Fundamentally it's the fantasy of escaping a shitty job by bringing the whole company down and punching your asshole boss in the face for good measure.

Below the cut I'm going to get into more nuance about how to build these kinds of narratives, also feel free to check out my evil party tag for campaigns and adventures that fit with the theme.

Designing a campaign made to be played from the perspective of the badguys requires you to take a different angle on quest and narrative design. It’s not so simple as swapping out the traditionally good team for the traditionally bad team and vis versa, having your party cut through a dungeon filled with against angel worshiping holyfolk in place of demon worshipping cultists etc. 

Instead, the primary villain of the first arc of the campaign should be your party’s boss. Not their direct overseer mind you, more CEO compared to the middle managers your party will be dealing with for the first leg of their journey. We should know a bit about that boss villain’s goals and a few hints at their motivation, enough for the party to understand that their actions are directly contributing to that inevitable doom.

“Gee, everyone knows lord Heldred swore revenge after being banished from the king’s council for dabbling in dark magic. I don’t know WHY he has us searching for these buried ancient tablets, but I bet it’s not good”

Next, you need a manager, someone who’s a part of the evil organization that the party directly interfaces with. The manager should have something over the party, whether it be threats of force, blackmail, economic dependency… anything that keeps the antiheroes on the manager’s leash. Whether you make your manager an obvious asshole or manipulative charmer, its important to maintain this power imbalance:   The party arn’t going to be rewarded when the boss-villain’s plan goes off, the manager is, but the manager’s usefulness to the boss-villain is contingent on the work they’re getting the party to do.  This tension puts us on a collison course to our first big narrative beat: do the party get tired of the manager’s abuse and run away? Do they kill the manager and get the attention of the upper ranks of the villainous organization? Do they work really hard at their jobs despite the obvious warning signs and outlive their usefulness? Do they upstage their manager and end up getting promoted, becoming rivals for the boss-villain’s favor? 

Building this tension up and then seeing how it breaks makes for a great first arc, as it lets your party determine among themselves when enough is enough, and set their goals for what bettering the situation looks like. 

As for designing those adventures, you’ll doubtlessly realize that since the party arn’t playing heroes you’ll need to change how the setup, conflict, and payoff work. They’re still protagonists, we want them to succeed after all, but we want to hammer home that they’re doing bad things without expecting them to jump directly to warcrimes. 

Up to no good: The basic building block of any evil campaign, our party need to do something skullduggerous without alerting the authorities.  This of course is going to be easier said than done, especially when the task spins out of control or proves far more daunting than first expected. The best the party can hope for is to make a distraction and then escape in the chaos, but it will very likely end with them being pursued in some manner (bounties, hunters, vengeful npcs and the like).  Use this setup early in a campaign so you have an external force gunning for your party during the remainder of their adventures. 

Dog eat dog:  It’s sort of cheating to excuse your party’s villainous actions by having them go up against another villain who happens to be worse than they are. The trick is that we’re not going after this secondary group of outlaws because they’re bad, we’re doing it because they’ve either got something the boss wants, or they’re edging in on the boss’s turf.  This sort of plotline sees the party disrupting or taking advantage of a rival’s operation, then taking over that operation and risking becoming just as villainous as that rival happened to be. This can also be combined with an “Up to no good��� plot where both groups of miscreants need to step carefully without alerting an outside threat. 

The lesser evil: This kind of plot sees your party sent out to deal with an antagonistic force that’s a threat not only to the boss’s plans but to everyone in general. In doing so they might end up fighting alongside some heroes, or accidentally doing good in the long run. This not only gives your party a taste of heroism, but gives them something in their back pocket that could be used to challenge the boss-villain in the future.  

The double cross: In order to get what they want, the party need to “play along” with a traditional heroic narrative long enough to get their goal and then ditch. You have them play along specifically so they can get a taste of what life would be like if they weren't bastards, as well as to make friends with the NPCs inevitably going to betray. This is to make it hurt when you have the manager yank the leash and force the party to decide between finishing the job , or risk striking out on their own and playing hero in the short term while having just made a long term enemy. This is sort of plot is best used an adventure or two into the campaign, as the party will have already committed some villainous deeds that one good act can’t blot out. 

Next, lets talk about the sort of scenarios you should be looking to avoid when writing an evil campaign:

Around the time I started playing d&d there was this trend of obtusely binary morality systems in videogames which claimed to offer choice but really only existed to let the player chose between the power fantasy of being traditionally virtuous or the power fantasy of being an edgy rebel. Early examples included:

Do you want to steal food from disaster victims? in Infamous

Do you as a space cop assault a reporter who’s being kind of annoying to you? in Mass Effect

Do you blow up an entire town of innocent people for the lols? in Fallout (no seriously check out hbomberguy’s teardowm on fallout 3’s morality system and how critics at the time ate it up)

I think these games, along with the generational backwash of 90s “edge” and 00s “grit” coloured a lot of people's expectations ( including mine) about what a "villain as protagonist" sort of narrative might look like. They're childish exaggerations, devoid of substance, made even worse by how blithely their narratives treat them.

Burn down an inn full of people is not a good quest objective for an evil party, because it forces the characters to reach cartoonish levels of villainy which dissociates them from their players. Force all the villagers into the inn so we can lock them inside and do our job uninterrupted lets the party be bad, but in a way that the players can see the reason behind it and stay synced up with their characters. The latter option also provides a great setup for when the party's actually monstrous overseer sets the inn on fire to get rid of any witnesses after the job is done. Now the party (and their players) are faced with a moral quandary, will they let themselves be accessories to a massacre or risk incurring their manager's wrath? Rather than jumping face first into cackling cruelty, these sorts of quandaries have them dance along the knife's edge between grim practicality and dangerous uncertainly; It brings the player and character closer together.

Finally, lets talk about ending the villain arc:

I don't think you can play a whole evil campaign. Both because the escalation required is narratively unsustainable, but also because the most interesting aspect of playing badguys is the breaking point. Just like heroes inevitably having doubts about whether or not they're doing the right thing, there's only so long that a group of antiheroes can go along KNOWING they're doing the wrong thing before they put their feet down and say "I'm out". I think you plan a evil campaign up until a specific "there's no coming back from this" storybeat, IE letting the Inn burn... whether or not the party allows it to happen, it's the lowest point the narrative will allow them to reach before they either fight back or allow themselves to be subsumed. If they rebel, you play out the rest of the arc dismantling the machine they helped to build, taking joy in its righteous destruction. If they keep going along, show them what they get for being cogs: inevitably betrayed, sacrificed, or used as canon fodder when the real heroes step in to do their jobs for them.

Art

#dm tip #dm tips #writing advice #evil party #drafting the adventure #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #blades in the dark #ttprg #pathfinder

[icejinlov3r]

ART CONTEST!!! - Frieza and Frost’s Fashion Show!!

So, I’m very much burnt out from writing (at least from my big stories, I’ll probably still drop occasional oneshots) and am taking a small hiatus. But turns hiatus can be a bit boring. So how am I gonna change that?

By hosting a random art contest for fun!!

I thought this might be a fun little thing to drop. No idea how many participants they’ll actually be, but we’ll see 😁😁.

So, here’s how it’ll work. The theme will be my two fav bois, Frieza and Frost. Specifically, with the two of them wearing cute outfits that you guys come up with! There will be a time limit of one week (meaning March 26th, 2024 is the due date). And when that day comes, I’ll share everyone’s drawings in giant post - make it a little “fashion show” for everyone to see! And then the next day, I’ll set up votes so YOU guys can vote on the winner!

I’m gonna have votes set up for different categories too, such as “cutest outfits” or “most unique outfits” that people can also vote on. But the main winner at the end will get to request a drawing from me - on any character, fandom, or ship they want!

There are gonna be a few rules, but really it’s more like a guideline on the contest:

You don’t have to draw ship art of Frieza and Frost together - just a simple piece with these two wearing an outfit of your choice will suffice, or even two separate pics of each individual character will work (that said, ship art is welcome too).

They don’t have to wear matching outfits, have them wear whatever you come up with.

You are not limited just because both characters are male - you can dress them up in either male or female outfits, but they both only require ONE outfit each.

If you want to dress them up in outfits from a crossover show (for example, dress Frieza up as Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, etc) you can absolutely do that.

You can have Frieza and Frost be in any form you want - obviously most people recognize their final forms, but I’d be delighted to see them in their first forms, or Frieza in Golden Form.

Art can be digital or on paper, you’re free to choose.

You don’t have to follow me to participate - everyone is welcome!

Okay, now for the ACTUAL rules: please keep your outfits and drawings PG-13. I don’t know how many minors actually follow me, or look at my content, but I wanna make this available to everyone.

Leave some sort of signature on your art. I know most artists do anyway, but I don’t want anyone’s art to get stolen.

No AI art. I shouldn’t have to explain why.

And finally, please show good sportsmanship. No matter what category someone wins, or who wins the contest at the end, the point of this is just to have fun and show the creativity of many artists! If I catch word any any artists harassing me or other artists for any reason related to the contest, your art will immediately be disqualified. No if, ands, or buts. Be respectful.

Okay, I think that covers everything, but if I need to, I’ll update this later. Like I said, you have one week to submit your art. You can either DM it to me in my private messaging, or send it in my inbox - just don’t do it anonymously, otherwise giving proper credit to your art will be much more difficult. In any case, good luck, and I can’t wait to see your guy’s art!

@anonymous-harpy @bluberryboom @justme068 @purrfectcellz @gojiberry-bbq @airplaneear2 @amiz06-certified-b1mb0

(These are just great artists I’m tagging to see if they’re interested 😊)

#dragon ball series #frieza #frostdbs #friezaxfrost #art contest #lets all have fun!! #And I’m admittedly nervous how this’ll go lol #artists on tumblr #icejin

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

The Babysitter- Day 3

Summary: Jason tries to train you, you try not to push his buttons for a change.

Theif!Reader x The Red Hood

Words: 2.8k

Day 2

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, pining, tension clad training, swearing.

"Get up, trouble maker," his fist raps on your door, "we've got places to be."

“Get fucked,” you mumble, putting the pillow over your head and rolling back into the sheets.

“You swearing at me?” he hits the door again, “Don’t you remember what I said about that?”

“Yes.” you moan, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

“Are you getting up?”

“I’m up. I'm getting dressed. Give a girl a second.”

“Put on something comfortable.”

“Can do, Mr bossy boots,” you poke your tongue out at the door, searching through your drawers for your favourite pair of pink leggings and that cute black crop Harley gave you. “Shit, where are my sneakers?” you start crawling under the bed looking for them.

“You’re taking too long,” you hear his voice echo from down the hall. “Hurry up.” “Yeah, well,” storming out of your room, “You said to put on something comfy and all I could find were my pumps, which are not comfy and my sneakers seemed to have vanished into thin air. I also wanted like one second to maybe, too I dunno, put my hair up and not look like a trash panda first thing in the morning. But here we are." You sigh dramatically, "I look like shit, my hair is a wasp's nest and I still don't have any- Ugh!” you look down at the green pair of shoes now resting in your hands, “You found my sneakers! Thanks'' you beam, sitting right down on the ground and slipping them on.

When you look back up at Jason he stares at you like you've grown a second head, “I know my hair is a mess, you told me to hurry. What do ya want from me?”

“No, nothing. Here,” he says, handing you a coffee, “Found these to go cups,” shit, did you actually listen to him? He tries to pinpoint what he said, maybe he’ll be able to replicate it? Hopefully, because fuck, he never expected to get a thank you this early or to even have you listen to him long enough to do what he asked.

“So, what's the plan? You're going to take me out the back and shoot me for being the most annoying client ever? Maybe take me out for breakfast, wine and dine me?" You shrug, your hands flying around as you talk, "Throw me into a fighting pit and see if I don't die? Lots and lots of options for you.”

“You’ll see when we get there." Jason says as he picks up his duffle bag, "And if you’re good, I’ve got a gift for you.”

“Good? But that's so subjective,” you sip on your coffee, “Good could mean a number of things to numerous different types of people. Your version of good is definitely very different from mine, so how will I even know if I'm being good?”

“You want rules?”

“No, but some guidelines would be nice. Do I need to bring anything else?”

“Nothing else. How about we start with, don’t steal.”

“Boring." You roll your eyes at him, "how about I don’t get caught stealing.”

“Don’t steal from me then. How's that?”

“Fair. anything else? Oh Mr big boss man?”

“No more swearing at me,”

“You really don't like it do you?”

“I do not and since I'm stuck with you for a week, I’d like you to respect it.”

“Fine, I won’t swear AT you. Maybe just around you.”

“That's the best I'm going to get isn't it?”

”Better deal than anyone else has ever had.”

“Lets go then. It's not far from here,”

“What isn't?” he ignores you, opening the door to your apartment and silently waiting for you to follow.

“We’ve got a ten minute walk ahead of us. How about you guess where we're going and I'll tell you if you get close.” Jason offers, thinking that maybe if he can make a game of your talking he can keep you on track. Maybe keep those distracting thoughts and wandering eyes from things in people's pockets if he finds something to occupy you while you walk. To his great shock you smile at him, almost delighted at the idea. An idea he came up with and fuck its almost as hot as that fierce smirk you gave him yesterday.

“Perfect.”

Xx

“I was so close,” you say, pushing your arms together in excitement, “I nearly guessed gym,”

“But ya didn't. For some reason you keep thinking I own a castle. Do I give off vampire vibes or something?”

“Maybe, vampires are supposed to be pretty to lure in prey,” you press your back into the gym door and it swings open, “and you're ok looking I guess.”

“Really?” he stalks in infront of you, “You said I was pretty the other day. What's changed?”

“Nothing, you're still pretty. Now I just know how mean you are.”

“Mean? You haven't seen mean.”

“Ooo big threats from the macho man.” you shake your hands in front of you as you walk backwards. “I'm shaking in my sneakers.”

“Not yet. But you didn't notice,”

“What?” you stare at him before realising how quiet the gym is and take a look around, “Where the fuck is everyone?”

“You scared now?”

“Not really. You're big, but I'm faster,” you take off running around the gym, trying your best to get away and when you turn he hasn't even moved. “Knew you couldn't catch me and gave up already?”

“No, you can make all the trouble you want over there. I’ll be over here when you're ready. We’ve got all day and if you get hungry there's snacks in the break room.”

He what? Fine. well. You have been entertaining yourself for years. Surely you can do it for a whole day. You grab the rope dangling from the ceiling and start to climb. Climbing for some reason always clears your mind. Maybe it was because if you didn't focus on where your feet are or your hands, you would literally fall and break your neck.

When you reach the top you peer down and see him with his hands bound, punching hard into the bag. His shirt is off and you can see the large muscles of his back flex with every single swipe. “Whoops'' you laugh, almost losing your grip. Now, how does Harley do it? You think, twisting your leg through the rope releasing one hand and falling down to grip it with the other. Wow. this is easy, think to yourself. Before your hand slips and you're crashing into the ground. "Oh, closer than I thought." You say rubbing the sore spot on the back of your head.

He glances back, catching your eye, but turns right back around and continues to hit the bag. Fucking woman, he thinks to himself, as he unleashes his frustration on the punching bag, "she's more of a danger to herself than than anyone else. Doesn't fucking listen, except apparetnly, when she fucking wants too. We're only on the third day and she's already making my skin crawl. "He slams a fist into the bag, "even giving her space doesn't seem to be calming her down any. And there she goes climbing shit again, like she's fuckin Grayson."

Though, he admits to himself, it may have a little to do with his own frustrations. He can't help but watch you. Those tight ass pink leggings carrying you into the break room, your ass on full display as you, is that a hop or skip? Either way, it's fucking cute. Cute? Fuck, he hits the bag again, this time blowing it off the chain and sending it flying.

Maybe he needs a break too. Wiping his face with the towel he trudges on over to the break room. Not expecting to find you balancing on a chair as you reach for the top shelf. "What are you doing?"

"People always hide the best snacks here," you say, because you're right.

"Let me." He says grabbing the chair and pushing you out of the way, letting out a little laugh as you struggle not to fall from it. He grabs the box of cookies from the very back of the shelf, "here."

"Thanks," you smile, snatching the cookies from him and sitting your ass on the table.

"Water?" He asks, did you just say it again? What the fuck is with you today? Maybe you hit your head too hard on the ground, or someone knocked you with a sense hammer while you were asleep.

"Please, I'm so thirsty," you ogle him when he turns to the fridge. Smiling at him in the way you’ve seen Harley do to Ivy when she wants something. Noticing that manners seem to be getting you things and he promised to give you a gift if you were good, so maybe the gift will be a batarang. But it feels weird when he looks at you like that, like you want to make him angry again. To see just how far you can push him before he snaps. Those eyes though, what is he looking at? What is he seeing? And like what is up with him?

"Catch," Jason throws a bottle of water at you and you catch it spinning it around on your palm before taking a sip.

"Just what I need,"

"Drink up because if you're done playing around it's time to train."

"That mean I've been good?"

"Yes. Now get out on the mat."

“But my gift?” you make eyes at him, holding out your hand, like where the fuck is my gift.

“I didn’t bring it with me. You’ll have to wait.”

“I can have it though?”

“You can. Now what did I say?’

“You don’t have my gift?”

“No. Get on the fucking mat.”

"OOo, was that a swear? Bad bad man,” you laugh at how serious his expression is, “What happens when I get on the mat? Is it easier to kill me?"

"Yes.” he ignores your comment, clenching his fists at his side, “But you want to learn how to disarm someone. So, go."

“Ok and you're definitely not going to kill me?”

“I don't get paid if you're dead.”

“Did they not already pay you? That's dumb, you should've gotten paid upfront. They're more likely to swindle you if you don't get it all at once.”

“And who told you that?”

“One of the 2 faced guys, he was nice. I don't remember his name, maybe Luke? Leo?” You say as you make your way out into the gym and towards the matted area, “it was definitely an L or maybe a J.”

“Does it matter?”

“Spose not, bats caught him last week. Guys rotting in arkham.” you shake your arms out and crack your neck, “So how do I do this?”

"Stand like," he moves you, his huge hands on your shoulders making your tummy do flips, his strong legs kicking your knees apart and almost sending them crumbling down.

"I feel like a doll," you swat him away, while trying to push the heat in your chest away too, "stop doing that, just tell me how to do it."

"I'm trying, if you would just-" he runs his hands down his face. He picks up a stray foam roller, "take this from me."

"Really? Not even going to give me a tip?"

"Be fast."

"Right, so helpful."

"Well you didn't want me moving you around, so do it yourself."

You try just jumping forward, but he moves so fast, easily jumping out of the way. You go to the side and he darts away. After four tries of this you sigh, "fine. If it's going to help just show me."

"Ask nicer."

"Please, will you help me?” you roll your eyes at his predictability.

“Without the attitude.”

“Please, Mr man handling macho man.”

"Good girl," you feel a shiver run down your spine as the words leave his lips and he stands in front of you with his fingertips on the edge of your skin.

"No man handling, ok?"

"Yes, just listen. Keep your legs apart, your arms loose- yeah like that. Now I'm going to stand still and I want you to reach over it, grab my hand and run yours down until you feel the roller and then pull back. You got it?"

"I think so," you step forward, reaching your arm out.

"Keep your feet even."

"Like that?"

"Yeah, but more on the ground. The tip toes will throw you off."

"What?" You say, not even realizing you were doing it. Not noticing him moving before the roller pushes into your tummy and you're on your ass, "hey! Rude!"

"See what I mean?"

"Point taken. No tip toes." You take his hand as he helps you to your feet.

"Try again," he steps back unto his previous potion, "flat feet."

"Yeah, so I just," you focus too hard on your feet and trip into him, "shi- I mean shoot. Sorry."

"Go again," he pushes you back up, “maybe just try it from here," his hand on yours guiding you along his arm, "this too much manhandling?"

"No, it's," your eyes locked on where your hand is touching his sculpted forearm, "down like this?"

“Yes, now grab a hold-" your fingers wrap around the foam roller but you can't seem to get it from his hand. You peer up only to see him staring back down at you "-take it," he whispers in a voice so soft you think your insides might melt out your ass.

"You're holding it too tight," you complain, yanking on it, "that's not fair."

"You think people are going to let you take whatever you want from them?" he smirks down at you, his eyes daring you to prove him wrong.

"No," you slide your hand down to hold over where he's gripping the roller, "but that's never stopped me before," you jump, swinging your legs over, using him as a balustrade as you flip over to sit on his arms, bouncing your ass to try and get him to let go.

"And you were being so good," he chuckles, dropping the roller and you onto the mat. "Shame," he looks down on you stepping away, fuck you were so close he could smell the candy scented shampoo in your hair, and feel your perky little ass on his arms. It was all he could do not to spin you around and kiss you. "I was going to show you how to aim properly once you got it out of my hand."

"No, no. I want a rematch. Give me another go," you pause, wanting to get him close, just one more time today, "please?"

"1 more."

"Yeah, just one, come on. Please? I think I've got the hang of it now. Please."

"Ok, but I'm not going easy on you like last time."

"Ready?"

"Always."

You leap at him, faking out to the left and zapping back to the right before your hand is on the foam roller. You know he's stronger than you, so you bend your legs gripping tight to it as you bounce up, flipping but instead of going up and over, you plummet face first into the mat, "what the fuck?" You mumble into the plastic.

"That was a good tactic," he leans down onto your ear. "It might've worked if I hadn't seen it coming," his hand reaches down to you, "But you've got the hang of it. Tomorrow we can work on your aim.".

"My aim is fine,"

"Is it? because you've yet to hit me."

'Maybe I'm doing it on purpose," you mumble, turning away.

"What was that?"

"What? You think you're all that, Macho man? Fine, show me, you got any guns I can play with anyway?"

"Not here."

"Where we going?" You say, following him as he heads towards the front door.

"Back to your apartment."

"But guns.." you whine, rolling your eyes behind him.

"We can do that tomorrow. Right now I need some decent food and some quiet."

"Quiet? Well Honey, you’ve come to the wrong woman."

“We will see.”

Xx

“Nearly got it,” You smile to yourself as your tools pick at the lock on your window. “Just a few more, yes!” You throw your hand over your mouth hoping he didn't hear you.

“Macho man thinks he can boss me around and keep me locked in my own apartment. Idiot. Pretty fuckign idiot.” Fuck, what is wrong with you? Here's your escape and you find yourself looking at your door, wondering what he's doing right now.

Didn't take as long as I expected, he stares down at the notification on his phone as he lays back in your spare room. “I’m so impressed, little trouble maker,” he whispers, glancing at your closed door across the hall, “managed to get it unlocked in 3 days. Now the real test begins.”

Day 4

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[is-the-owl-video-cute]

How do you justify falconry outside areas where it is traditional by UNESCO definition? It just seems a cultural appropriative hobby by people with some extra money and time, plus leading to some problems like hybrids and escapes. Outside the original ranges, or very specific contexts (like helping in airports, or as part of education programs), it is still an wild animal subjected to a lot of interaction with humans just because someone wanted it, by vanity or whatever. And both the animal and the environment around him are subject to the errors of the individuals in training. Even with permits and such, it seems such a big responsability to be available to people who are not trained biologists, or outside its original cultural and environmental context.

what… culture are you assuming to be appropriated by this? Falconry was and still is practiced all over Afro-Eurasia as it has been for millennia. It has been practiced in the Americas for centuries now.

Do you know what goes into obtaining a falconry permit in the US, anon? It’s not just paying a simple fee. You have to find a master or general level falconer to mentor you, pass a written exam with four sections with an 80% or higher, you have to construct an appropriate mews following state and federal guidelines and that mews must be inspected by the state. For two years the only raptors you may obtain are wild-trapped juveniles which will not impact populations if they escape back into the wild.

At any point, no matter your rank as a falconer, if the state decides you are unsuitable to have the birds they take them without warning. Too many birds? Seized. Unsafe practices? Seized. Neglect? Seized. A game warden can enter a falconer’s property at any time and assess whether the facilities are appropriate and the bird is in good care. If they don’t like it, that bird is seized and a falconry license suspended or lost.

I won’t say “falconry” isn’t a problem in countries where you can just go out and buy a barn owl for less than you’d spend at a dine in restaurant, but in terms of the US where you actually need permits and regulations are there to protect birds I have no issue with falconry. Are there falconers who should lose their permits here? Sure. Same goes for wildlife rehabs and education centers too though. There will always be people who get away with abysmal care. That’s just the sad reality of any animal husbandry.

I can promise you though, your view of falconry as just being practiced by bored wealthy people is rather ignorant. Even in the US there are falconers who hawk to have food for themselves and for their birds, and like it or not, falconry is intertwined with raptor conservation. See a peregrine falcon in the Americas? Thank a falconer. Had it not been for a healthy population of falconry peregrines, we would not have been able to restore their populations. Captive breeding raptors was also pioneered by falconers. So was trapping, used extensively by bird banders at research stations. Raptor nutrition? Feather imping? Telemetry? Proper handling equipment and technique for raptors?That’s all falconers.

I don’t look fondly upon those who go and buy an owl and claim to be a falconer, but there are by and large more good than bad aspects to the sport.

#Falconry

[f0xy5o1]

Growing Pains

A Siren and Teen!Capitan fic

So basically, I asked someone to give me three common AO3 tags and I had to make a one shot based on the tags I was given.

Here were the three:

- Sick fic

- Hurt comfort

- Miscommunication

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“Pestisor! Come on out, I need your help!”

The thin walls of the boat allowed for her words to be heard pretty much anywhere. A young, tired, and very annoyed little boy sprung out of bed.

“I’m coming, mother! Hold on!”

Grabbing his coat, he heads up to the front of the ship where his mother was waiting for him. She stood there with her arms crossed, her face showing very visible and obvious disappointment.

“It’s very late in the day for you, young man…” She lectured.

“I know mother I know, I’m sorry-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, I’ve been catching fish all by myself while you rested an hour and a half past your schedule! What did I tell you about sleeping this much?”

She continued to lecture him. Despite the importance of her words, the boy couldn’t help but tune her out, desperately resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Are you even paying attention?”

“Yes mother I am I promise.”

At this point it was clear to her how futile it was to try and reason with a rebellious adolescence, even if he is generally on good behavior. She sighed and rubbed her temple.

“You’re going to spend your leisure time helping me gut them, does that sound like a fair trade?”

He didn’t respond but, she took his silence as a yes regardless.

“Good, now come on, we have a lot of work to do.”

Several hour go by as the two cast nets out into the open waters. Though they’ve been fishing for a majority of their time, the catch they’ve gotten wasn’t even enough to fill a barrel’s worth. But, it was just the two of them, and the boy’s mother had faith their hard work would last for another few weeks. As the sun began to set, the boy grew tired of the labor and asked for a break. His mother responded with an unamused demeanor, but she obliged his request regardless.

“Alright fine, that’s enough fishing for today. But before the sun disappears I want you to practice your swimming techniques just like I taught you.”

“But mother, I’m already a decent swimmer! I don’t need any more practice!“

She snapped back, her razor teeth peering out as she snarled slightly.

“Decent won’t save you from hunters or monsters of the sea! You need to be vigilant, keep training.”

With a very loud and obnoxious groan, he removed his coat and dove head first into the waters.

The cold, salty waters of the ocean engulfed his body, his form changing and morphing as his gills puffed out from his neck and sides. Whipping his tail around he swam in circles around the boat. His mother watched expectantly over the sides of the ship, making sure he followed the rules she had already set for him ever since he was small.

“Careful now, pestisor! Don’t hit the mast again!”

He didn’t hear her, that or he chose to ignore her words and just continued to roll and flip beneath the waves. Letting the free feeling of the wind hitting his gills fill him with bouts of excitement. With every small wave he jumped from, the more he forgot that his intentions were to train. But in the moment, he’d rather be swimming in the open ocean then doing another boring lap around the ship for the hundredth time. With a whoop and a holler, nothing was going to separate him from this freedom.

Nothing except…

“Capitan! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Uh oh.

“I told you to train didn’t I!? You’re supposed to be following the guidelines I had set for you! All this mucking about will do you no good!”

Capitan bit back, “Mother, all I do is swim swim swim, why can’t I play with the squids and the sharks?! Or at least do something other than train every day?!”

“It’s for your own good, I’ve already explained that!”

With a heavy sigh, she dropped her tense shoulders.

“Guppy please, if you’re not going to listen, at least come back onboard…”

There’s a long awkward silence between both of them, the sound of the wind brushing against the water was deafening.

“Capitan please, let’s not make this difficult ok?”

He pouted his lips and furrowed his brow with crossed arms, contemplating her words.

“Capitan…?”

Right as she outstretched her hand for him to hold, he re-submerged himself to the water and rapidly circled the boat like a hungry shark.

”You’ve got to be- Capitan that’s enough! This is completely unacceptable, come back to the boat NOW!”

She stomped her heel against the hardwood floor loud enough for him to hear it. He still didn’t listen, in fact he had his own “special” response. Using all of his body weight he knocked into the side of the boat. Even with his small and skinny size, the boat rocked ever so slightly from this maneuver.

“Oh why you little- Capitan! Stop it! This is your last warning!!”

Another strike from the opposite side was blown onto the ship.

With a guttural hiss, she dove in after him. As much as she didn’t want to resort to gill pulling, it seems like it��s the only current way for him to listen to her words. What struck her as odd however was that Capitan was always a bit rough but, he was never THIS uncooperative. She decided to question it later though, focusing on the task of getting his unruly tail back on the boat.

With effortless agility, she caught up to him. He tried to out smart her with weaving and dodging but, he wasn’t as skilled as her when it came to tactical aquatic movements and skills. This was the kind of thing she wanted him to learn for his own safety but, it seems the lesson has yet to really process for him. Suppose an attempt to out match her would be a good way to test his capabilities. Regardless she wraps her arms from behind and holds him down in a headlock. He squirms and whips around, using his long tail to hit her as hard as he could, but her grip was far too strong for him. There was great resistance, lots of hissing, lots of swears, but eventually they both made it back onto the boat thanks to his mother’s incredible leap out of water.

Just as she was about to hit the surface, her body morphed into a different form, granting her legs. She landed firmly on the ground with her son in her arms. Unlike his mother, the boy’s ability to change into a more land adapted form was not as easy, evident by the fact that he flopped around after she dropped him onto the wooden floor.

Eventually his legs grew out as he dried off, pulling himself back up onto his feet and snatching the coat he had left on the floor. He glared at his mother with daggers in his eyes.

“Room. Now.”

This was all she could appropriately say to him.

”GrrrraaAAAAH!! It’s not fair!!!”

He screamed all sorts of obscenities as he slammed the door behind him.

She let out a deep and sorrowful sigh, grabbing her blade and continuing her chores around the ship.

“What am I going to do with that boy?...”

She began to gut the fish the two had worked so hard to collect together, even though he had silently agreed to help her that night.

The sun had finally disappeared.

The stars and the moon were the only things shining down onto the boat. Not a candle or lantern in site. Though, it’s not like the two had any real direction anywhere nor do they really need the light considering their unique abilities. Though still, the darkness felt lonely, and no one felt that more than the family currently lost out at sea. Inside his quarters, Capitan was as restless as ever, tossing and turning in an attempt to sleep.

For one reason or another, he couldn’t, something was preventing him from properly sleeping and he was hard pressed to find out why. Using his claws he scratched his skin. It was just a small spot on his cheek, nothing more. Later into the night the spot was on his cheek, then the side of his face, then his entire body from the head down. He quickly threw the sheets off of him and any article of clothing that was making him uncomfortable. Like a wild animal he scratched and scratched but, nothing was working, every part of him was flaring in this god awful burning sensation.

In a fit of rage he threw himself onto the floor. As he landed he noticed that, all scattered across his room, were tiny, round, scale flakes. He checked his body again and, sure enough, remnant of peeling scales all over his body. Everything itched, every part of him felt like it was on fire, and nothing he did made it go away.

In a panic he thought to run to his mother for help, but, right as he was about to open the door. He remembered that he was in fact, still very cross with her. Despite his better judgment, he suffered this uncomfortable pain alone…

The sun peeked over the horizon. Bright and early, there was a sudden knock at Capitan’s door.

“Guppy? How are you feeling? I know yesterday was a lot, I just wish to speak with you.”

The boy got no sleep, the cold and unwelcoming hard floor was not an ideal place to catch any rest. He sprung up from the noise and quickly gathered his clothes,

“D-Don’t come in mother! Uh- Now’s not a good time!-“

He tried his best to string up a feasible excuse.

“Well why not? Is there something you don’t want me seeing?”

He looked down at his bare chest, the flakes are very visible and many crevices in his skin bled black from how much he irritated his skin with all the scratching.

“I- Um-…Yes!”

He panicked suddenly.

“Black?” He thought, “I’ve never bled this color, this looks unnatural! What’s happening to me!?”

Jumping out of bed he took his broken hand held mirror and held it up closer to his body. He looked like a wreck to say the least. The itching is worse now and the panic is creating knots in his chest so tight it’s getting harder for him to breathe…

”Come on now, pestisor… I’m your mother. I respect your privacy but it’s really not that big of an issue! Let me in please I just want to discuss yesterday with you…”

She rattled the doorknob.

“N-No!! Don’t come in here, go away!!”

”.…Ok, I’ll leave you be. Just, please don’t forget I’m here for you… I know you’re likely still upset with me, I understand I….I really do. Don’t hide away Capitan…”

And with that, he could hear the sound of footsteps leaving his doorway. He didn’t move until he was sure nothing was there waiting for him.

The panic didn’t leave him like he thought it would. In fact, it just got worse at time passed. Every little thing he did made him feel dizzy and lightheaded, every sound was ear-splitting, and the nausea helped none. Sitting down and scratching away was all he could really do, he laid down on his bed in defeat as he hurled black liquid out of his system. The world was spinning and everything hurt, it was the only reality he knew at this point…

The sun set again.

Night fell over the ship as Capitan remained in his room. He curled into a fetal position, black staining every good piece of cloth he had left. A violent stream of tears ran down his cheeks. He felt sick, in every way. Sick as a dog with all the vomiting and scratching and bleeding. Sick of his mother bossing him around all the time. Sick of himself and this stupid, cursed body he was given…

Sick in every sense of the word.

”It’s not fair….it’s not fair…”

The chills…the shaking….it hurts so much…He closes his eyes again and-

There’s another knock at the door.

”Capitan?…You haven’t left your room at all today! Please just tell me what’s wrong. I’m not upset with you I promise, you don’t need to hide away… I just want to know what’s happening…”

Without even turning around he yelled at the loudest volume he could manage.

“I said go away!!”

“…..Capitan please…”

“No! I don’t want to be bothered!”

“Capitan…”

“I said go!!”

“…..You don’t mean that…”

There was yet another moment of silence. She put an ear to the door to gauge any kind of response, she was met with the undeniable sound of tears. An uncontrollable sob was heard shortly after with screams so painful it shattered her heart…

This was the last straw. She opened the door, not prepared for what she was about to see. Capitan hid underneath the sheets, shielding himself away from her.

“Capitan…?”

She inched her way closer to him.

”D-Don’t look at me!! I said go away!!...”

Capitan violently shook underneath his blanket. His mother did nothing but sit right beside him on the bed, unsure of how to approach this situation.

”What is it that you don’t want me to see?…What are you do afraid of?… I’m right here pestisor… it’s ok, you can show me…”

She gently placed a reassuring hand on him.

The shaking didn’t stop, but he did pop his head out from under the covers, the blood and scale flakes covering every inch of his face.

“Oh…Oh my little guppy…”

She covered her mouth in shock.

”M-…..Mother…..Am I dying…?”

With shaking breaths she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing as gently as she could.

”No….No you’re not dying…Don’t worry…”

“Then…Then what’s wrong with me?! Why do I feel this way!? Why does it hurt so much I don’t understand!!”

“Shhh….shhhh it’s ok…”

She ran her fingers through his hair, trying her best to calm him down.

”You’re molting… it’s an inevitable part of growing up. I had to live with it too… Of course it wasn’t as bad as this, but I recognize it when I see it. As you grow, your body changes and…these changes hurt… a lot. Until you reach a certain age this won’t stop. It will stop after a few days and then come back after a year with less intensity. You and I may be a bit different but, I know what this is like… and I…”

She tightens her embrace a bit more.

“I really really wish you had come to me sooner… I know I would’ve done everything in my power to help you through this…”

“This….This is normal?”

He lifted his head to look into her eyes. He was still crying but, at the very least he doesn’t feel like the world is ending.

“Well… Maybe not all of it is normal but, the bleeding and the skin flaking is definitely normal.”

She brushed his hair out if is eyes and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Oh Capitan you gave me such a scare! Hahah…”

Through sniffles and crocodile tears, he apologized for not coming to her as soon as he could. He even apologized for his behavior the day before, but his mother wasn’t too angry about that anymore. Her only concern was him and his safety.

Now that he’s in her arms, everything is going to be ok…

”You’re a very strong boy, Capitan… I know you’ll power through this. You just need to rest, ok? I’ll tuck you in every night and sing you to sleep like I used to. Does that sound alright with you…?”

She patted his head lovingly, giving him the warmest smile.

He nodded yes and grinned with his sharp, jagged, baby teeth. She laughed and gave him another kiss.

“You’re my precious little pearl…I love you so much…”

#incredibox #F0Xfics #incredibox xrun #one shot

[mokuhchi-manuscripts]

Hi there!! I've noticed a couple of your Our Life headcanon requests and they're really good 😭 so I was hoping it would be okay if I requested some headcanons for Cove X an autistic S/O? I know a lot of symptoms overlap with ADHD so I get it if you wanna skip this one since you already did one for ADHD!! The fact that Cove himself is autistic just made it seem like it could lead to a really cute dynamic ;v; but again no pressure!! I hope you have a lovely day!!

A/N: Just wanted to reiterate as in the Kumon x Autistic! S/O that I am not diagnosed with autism (although now we suspect I may have it) but I also did research on how to write an autistic person as I don’t feel comfortable going by my experiences alone. If anything I’ve said is incorrect or insensitive, please correct me and I will address it immediately. If I missed anything, let me know and I’ll write more headcanons ♡ I hope you have a lovely day as well!!

CW(s): None

➸ Cove Holden

Cove Holden loves being able to relate to you with you both being autistic. He feels like he can understand you better, and that you can better understand him! 

If you find it hard to understand the implications in sentences or phrases, he’ll explain it to you with no questions asked. And if you prefer, he’ll also use tone tags in texts. 

He can get pretty anxious about social situations, so if you do as well he can’t help but breathe a slight sigh of relief that he’s not alone. But you both still try to support and help each other get through social situations, such as the banquets for the charity Cove volunteers for. You give each other excuses for breaks if you need to step out and have a breather, whether it be together or by oneself. 

Whenever you experience sensory overload around him, he’ll be there to help! He makes sure to have a conversation with you so he can have guidelines in place of things he should or shouldn’t do, as everyone is different when experiencing sensory overload, and will follow those guidelines when the need arises. If you’re able to communicate what caused/is causing the sensory overload, he’ll do his best to stop whatever it is or remove you from the situation if that’s what you’d like. 

If you get anxious about routine changes, he’ll try to keep a routine with you! He knows that consistency puts your nerves at ease and that having that disrupted can be anxiety inducing, so he does his best to not shift your routine. And if he doesn, he does his best to give you a warning beforehand, or if you’d like, he’ll help you cope with the routine change. 

Cove loves listening to you talk about your special interest(s)! He’ll listen to you talk about them for as long as you’d like to, never getting bored of you or the sound of your voice. 

If you like to stim and use stim toys, Cove will definitely get you new ones as gifts! No matter if it’s spin rings, chew necklaces, or stress balls, if he sees them being worn down due to your use, he’ll ask if you’d like a new one and get it for you! If you’re okay with surprises, he may surprise you with new ones as well. 

Cove just loves everything about you, and he feels closer to you that you can both share your experiences with a shared diagnosis. 

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[worst-ships-poll]

welcome to the worst ships tumblr poll!

I was inspired to make this blog based on seeing this post [tumblr post link], and looking it up to see if a blog like this already existed. (one does, but I didn’t like the submission rules there so I wanted to make my own) and I thought the carnage such a poll would create would be fun, so here we are.

I’m opening submissions now for ships to add to the bracket. submit them here: [google forms link]

submission guidelines:

you can submit up to 3 ships. that means you can submit less, but cannot submit more. if you submit more, I reserve the right to either toss your submission or choose which of your recommended ships I prefer to count.

please use the full names of the characters being shipped inbetween slashes or an “x” instead of the fandom-coined ship name and character nicknames. ex: “Tony/Loki” instead of “Ironfrost,” “Kylo Ren x Rey” instead of “reylo,” and “Dean Winchester x Castiel” instead of “Dean/Cas.” I know some characters have multiple names, but this is so I can know who is who if I’m not in a fandom, so use your judgement. if ships submitted don’t follow this guideline, your submission might get tossed because I don’t want to spend my time deliberating over which characters or ship you really meant, or recounting submissions because some people’s submissions were vague.

include the relevant fandom name/s the ship is from--no acronyms unless it's something very obvious like the MCU. just imagine you are explaining the ship to someone who has never heard of your ship, the characters, or the fandom, because you might be. acceptable examples: "Tony Stark/Loki Laufeyson | MCU", "kylo ren/rey from star wars", "Dean Winchester x Castiel supernatural."

ships can be from any fandom (movies, books, bands, myth, anything hate-worthy), any popularity (mostly), and any gender (M/M, F/F, M/F).

this poll is purely to cause drama because I’m bored and it’s funny and because I think it’s time someone made this poll on tumblr, the wild discourse site. your submissions do not have to be a top tier controversial ship, but it should ideally not be a niche ship from somebody’s podcast with 100 views on Spotify that has 2 fics on ao3. I reserve the right to ignore a submission from something that I or most poll-takers have never heard of.

similarly, I accept submissions for genuinely bad ships on all axises, but please don’t go out of your way to find the worst ship in your fandom that you rarely see and is really disgusting and even most ppl with bad ship takes in your fandom don’t ship. no one wants to see that. this poll is for fun.

as long as the ship is horrible and/or annoying and/or gets enough submissions, it’s good, basically.

feel free to tell me in the submission as well why you think the ship deserves to win. I will not be posting reasonings on the poll themselves, but I’d love to see the hate.

and most importantly: submit ships you really, genuinely hate to see! ships that are horrible in your fandom, ships you can’t escape on ao3 or in tags, ships that just really fucking annoy you, ships that caused a site-wide ship war in 2013 or something! go wild.

submissions will be open for 1 week: from today (Sunday, April 16th) to April 22nd. happy hating :)

#poll #polls #competition #bracket #worst ships tumblr poll 2023

[aquanova99]

What happens if the Volturi falls? Like do the Romanians have a game plan? Would Amun want to take back his place in the world? Is it more of the same just without the Volturi enforcing it because so many vampires have been turned and lived under Volturi rule that they just continue as they’ve always done? Like what happens after?

Noooo Felix my beloved 😭😭😭

This would… well frankly it would take alot for their reign to come to an end. And I don’t believe it would have to do with a battle or anything just technology becoming too advanced and then need to dissipate to not draw attention to themselves. Not too many can cause trouble like they used to.

I think the Romanians get excited. But they’ve been chasing this dream of taking down the volturi and this victory feels empty. They can’t go back to having human slaves, humans are smart they’ve created bombs that wiped out cities, and they don’t research like the volturi does so who knows what they’re hiding. Also the Romanians have no following. They were brutal, harsh leaders and while in Breaking Dawn we see them admit some of their ways were impractical, that doesn’t mean they’re guilty. They would “over take” the castle and after getting bored probably try and have things go back to those times without much success. So they petrify. They sit and actually turn into stone, they have no other goal or ambition left in life.

The Egyptian coven stays slightly less hidden than before. Like that’s cool and all that they disappeared but easily Amun has this conspiracy that it’s all a test. Even when the Romanians storm the castle and they gets news that it’s true, there’s no benefit to going back to how things were. Maybe Amun finds more members to his coven but likely it’s only a few if he’s feeling generous that day. Human slaves serve non purpose to vampires, I think this was something that was dumb honestly in canon because what are they going to do? Cook for them? No. Clean for them? Clean what, they could do it quicker and more efficiently. They just served as meals.

The biggest issue I feel actually comes from Maria. Baby. Ain’t nothing stopping her now. If anything the volturi might wrap up some loose ends, or the Romanians get bored and handle things so there’s still humans to go around. But Maria is going to be the biggest issue…for the humans anyway. Most vampires continue to keep to themselves and follow the volturi guidelines. If we go off of canon, vampires don’t do change so it would be easier for them to continue as they always have.

Carlisle becomes depressed because where did Aro go, and why wasn’t he told anything?

#aquas asks #twilight #new moon #breaking dawn #eclipse #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #twilightedit #the volturi

[simgerale]

Any tips on sticking with a legacy? It's amazing to me you have Sims from 2016!

ooh!! i know many people struggle with sticking to their sim families, but i will try to give my most relevant advice!

✨ miranda’s tips and tricks ✨

for me, I can only stick with sims that i am connected to. this means creating a backstory (or actively playing through a story i’ve made for them), giving them real personalities outside of sim traits, and figuring out what their favorite hobbies and interests are! it’s important to me that i don’t limit my creativity to in-game things, even if that means i can only imagine that a sim does a certain activity (or pose them doing it)! you’ll get bored real fast if you decide that they have to fit a mold.

with each generation, i’m trying to do something different and new. The easiest way to get lost in the motions is to do something repetitive! sure, there can be a lot of similarities from one gen to the next, but variation is key! [Ex #1: gen 1 had two kids, gen 2 had three kids, and now gen 3 has one kid] [Ex #2: vibes have been quite different. Gen 1 was more gameplay, gen 2 was full of spicy drama, gen 3 has been about finding oneself amidst relationships + enjoying the little things]

On that same note, I want romance in each generation. And as a hopeless romantic, i have used a different trope every time! It keeps things interesting while also playing to cheesy cliches that everyone can’t help but enjoy. you could also have the ‘no romance but sleeps around’ generation to shake things up [gen 1: forbidden love except not forbidden, just frowned upon at the time] [gen 2: best friends become lovers but with a SLOW burn] [gen 3: fake lovers to real lovers]

using gameplay outcomes to help further your legacy helps. i know the game is lacking…. Take it from me as someone who owns only 10% of the packs lol. but I try my best to let the game decide on some things while guiding it in other areas! your sim is actually bad at something you thought they’d be good at? cool that could change their career! your sim suddenly wants to have another baby and it isn’t planned? up to you, but it could open up lots of opportunities! your game killed off a parent too soon? rip but maybe you can use that for your heir’s personality development lol

if you’re intimidated by following certain guidelines, you don’t have to! I’ve set my own (can’t age up the heirs to see what they’ll look like, can’t travel to worlds that would realistically be too far away for every day activities, try your best to have family events/holidays)

my final tips go hand in hand: take your time and only play when it’s enjoyable. if the fact that i still have a sim from late 2016 isn’t hint enough, i can tell you that I’ve only played my legacy when I absolutely wanted to. if i wasn’t feeling it, i didn’t bother because i wouldn’t have enjoyed myself! this meant that i would go periods without playing (and posting), but i can speak from experience when I say that it has been for the best!!!

all of this is to say… everybody is different! what works for me may not work for you. overall, do what makes you have fun. as long as it is isn’t hurting other people, you’re doing great 😌

#ask #honeykiwis #i felt all shy when i realized that you must have read my entire thing about roma then #sometimes i feel like no one will read what i #type so I can write literally anything and just ramble away #but you’ve proven me wrong!!!!

[newwwwusername]

Hello!!! I absolutely loved the fanfic you wrote.l for me. And I hope I commented that somewhere. If I didn’t do tell me and I will!

Anyway, if your not busy, I had another request idea for Toradeen?

I was actually inspired by your Tourette’s headcanon for them!

Basically, my idea is like. This is when before they were friends. And like. One of their loud arguments causes them to get detention or something.

the detention teacher or whatever steps out for a while to let them study or something. And Clawdeens trying to do her work but every so often she’ll hear like tapping or some noise from Toralei. She asks her to stop and it’s silent for a while. Then they slowly start up again. Clawdeen, who doesn’t know she has Tourette’s, thinks Toraleis mocking her or something. Or like trying to purposely be annoying.

she eventually snaps and yells at her to be quiet and Toraleis all like ‘I’ve got bloody Tourette’s!’ And Clawdeen just is like 😲.

anyway, yelling at her caused Toraleis tics to increase (cause as someone who personally gets tics from BPD/OCD anxiety can cause a lot of mine) and so her tics start to increase a lot. But she’s clearly struggling cause she’s embarrassed to tic really in front of Clawdeen. So it’s like this painful thing where she’s trying to repress them but they keep bleeding through and Clawdeen quickly has to give her a hug (cause some of her more harmful tics are coming out) and she like. Tells her to not hold them back and all?

Idk. Something like that. I don’t have Tourette’s myself so if any of that seems off do fix it to be more accurate. I just got my stims and tics from Adhd/BPD/OCD. So it’s not exactly the same!

Any way ! Have a great day!!!!: and thank you sm!!

Please do not repost on other platforms. This will be posted on AO3 and TTBC under the same username.

Great. Not only had Clawdeen and Toralei had to endure the embarrassment that naturally came after having a rough, public argument, but now they were stuck in detention together for causing a scene.

Once Bloodgood had told them the base guidelines for detention, she walked out, trusting them to not kill each other. For as annoyed as she was with both of them, she also knew they were both, at the end of the day, responsible enough to not need supervision the whole time.

Unsure of what else to do, Clawdeen pulled out a book she'd been reading and began trying to lose herself in that, hoping it would help her pass the time, but she soon found herself getting distracted by this clicking noise that Toralei kept making.

"Toralei, I get you're bored, but can you please try to be a bit more quiet?" Clawdeen asked. To her surprise, Toralei actually looked a bit sad, but silence followed, so she supposed it was worth asking.

Toralei felt like her entire body was on fire. She was used to suppressing tics, but it was always harder when everything was so quiet because then every little tic was noticeable, so she couldn't let anything out.

She felt a few bubbling up and felt the urge growing stronger and stronger and she just knew that she wouldn't be able to hold them in forever.

"Haha!" she ticced relatively loudly, followed by a string of clicks. Clawdeen looked up at her with a deeply annoyed expression and she just knew she was in for a ride now.

"Oh my god, Toralei, shut up!" Clawdeen snapped. "I don't know if you're trying to mock me or just purposely trying to get under my skin, but it's honestly really immature"

"Fuck off!" Toralei replied venomously. "I've got bloody Tourette's, okay? You don't gotta- Woo! Haha!- Yell at me"

Clawdeen went still, suddenly feeling horrible. The last thing she ever wanted to do was to snap at someone for something they couldn't even control. Hell, one of her best friends was Autistic. She really should've known better...

Toralei pulled out her phone to try to distract herself, but the stress from getting yelled at was making her tics worse. Worse, she was embarrassed, which had always been one of her worst triggers.

She tried to continue suppressing them, but they kept escaping her, driving her further into discomfort and embarrassment. Her campaign opponent was watching her tic and twitch without control and it was honestly the worst feeling in the world.

It wasn't long before this stress compounded in the form of a harmful tic, forcing Toralei to repeatedly punch herself in the collarbone well after she could feel it start to bruise.

Clawdeen just watched her struggle, feeling awful about making it worse. However, once she realized the girl was actually hurting herself, she sprung into action.

Clawdeen got out of her seat and walked behind Toralei, who would've asked what she was doing if she could focus on her surroundings. Suddenly, the werecat felt a pair of arms wrapping around her, and a hand specifically came over her collarbone to protect her from the repeated hits.

"What are- Haha!- What are you doing?"

"It looked like you were hurting yourself" Clawdeen replied simply. "I don't like you, but I still don't want you to get hurt, especially cause I'm pretty sure this is my fault" she sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I didn't know about this, I just thought you were trying to annoy me"

"Okay"

"You don't have to suppress this, at least not around me, okay? I know better now"

"You're sure?" Toralei asked, and Clawdeen was caught a bit off guard. The girl looked so embarrassed, it was weird. She always just seemed like a beacon of confidence.

"Yes, I'm sure"

A moment passed before a low grunt erupted from Toralei's throat. Neither girl said anything about it. Her collarbone tic was thankfully beginning to calm down, and Clawdeen let go of her once she was sure she wasn't at risk of hurting herself anymore.

She went back to her seat and continued reading her book, just tuning out the occasional grunt or click or random phrase, which Toralei couldn't be more relieved about.

Once Bloodgood returned, Clawdeen noticed the other girl immediately start suppressing again.

Huh, she thought, eyeing the other girl curiously. Wait, does she trust me?

#fanfiction #fanfic #requests open #this was a request #monster high #monster high g3 #monster high live action #tourettes #tourettes syndrome #toralei x clawdeen #clawdeen x toralei #toralei stripe #clawdeen wolf

[being-luminous]

I love your fics! Do you have any writing tips for a budding writer?

Thank you! 😊 I’m really not qualified to be giving out advice, but I’ll do my best!! As with any piece of writing advice, take these tips or leave them as you like. There’s never just one way to become a better writer

Read a lot, and read with purpose. I know almost everyone says it, but it’s a popular bit of advice for a reason. When I read, I take notes on what I like and dislike about the author’s style, as well as what works and what doesn’t work from a craft/storytelling perspective. This helps me create goals and find inspiration for my own writing, and it gives me a solid idea of things to avoid (not necessarily because they’re bad or wrong, but because I know if I don’t enjoy reading it, I won’t enjoy writing it). Also, don’t forget to sprinkle in some plays and poetry into your reading/listening habits—at the very least, if you hate them, you’ll have more to add to your “do not write like this” list 

If you hate traditional outlines, try out the snowflake method (unless you already have a method that works)

Every person has a writing/editing method that works for them, and it will likely change over time, so try multiple and use the parts that work for you. My method starts with a draft titled “Worst Version.” In this doc, I do my best not to edit as I go. Instead, I just dump everything in my brain onto the doc, skipping anything I’m struggling with and leaving a placeholder to come back to in future drafts, such as: [Harry and Tom argue about X, Tom drops hints about Y that Harry will remember later]. The goal here is speed and breadth. For each draft that follows, I keep the previous one side by side with the newest one, refining and adding to it as I rewrite it into the new doc 

If you’re stuck, try to change something about how you’re writing. One thing that usually works for me is to switch to writing by hand until I can get back into the flow of whatever I was struggling with. I’ve also had success with changing where I’m writing (going to a library or a friend’s place) or starting a sprint or other timed writing challenge. Going outside for a walk or just to sit for a minute and listen to new sounds can also be helpful, as can opening a window

Cut things from your writing! It feels good and can make a better story! If you’re struggling with a scene, or if a scene is boring you as you write it, or if you just aren’t having fun, cut it (but don’t delete it—paste it in a separate doc or note file). You can always change your mind and add it back in later, or replace it with a few transition sentences if you absolutely need to share some information from the scene you cut. When I’m writing for fun, forcing myself to write a scene I don’t like in some way is the fastest way to make me drop the fic for a while

Somewhat related, “show don’t tell” is just a guideline, and there are plenty of places where telling can be better. For example, “telling” works well for time skips and switching scenes/settings, skipping over conversations you don’t want to write or the reader wouldn’t benefit from seeing, and sprinkling backstory throughout a story instead of having a single conversation or flashback full of exposition dumping 

Read your dialogue aloud. Ask yourself if a person would say this. Then ask yourself if the specific person you’re supposed to be writing would say it. If the answer to either of these questions is no, fix it by finding examples of speech patterns that do fit the character (from canon, from fics with characterization you like, or from conversations you’ve heard elsewhere that seem to fit) and adjusting the dialogue you’ve written as needed so it fits the pattern. The changes I make the most are to add or remove contractions, swap simple vs. purple prose word choices, and take out lines that reveal too much from a more closed off character 

Another tip for dialogue is to aim for efficiency. Before you write a line of dialogue, ask yourself 1) what your character wants to communicate—are they giving something or trying to get it, or both, 2) what they want to hide, and 3) how to accomplish those things in the most efficient (and in character) way possible. If a line of dialogue serves neither the character’s goals (for example: seeking information, making friends, deception, or just filling an uncomfortable silence), nor your goals (having fun is a perfectly valid goal btw), cut it or change it so it does

If you have the time and patience, it can be beneficial to read your entire draft aloud, though this isn’t something I’d recommend for every work. It can be great for catching grammar and spelling errors since it forces you to slow down while editing (a text to speech converter also works for this purpose). It can also help you pick out any specific inconsistencies in tone/style/flow if you’ve noticed a problem but don’t know how to fix it

Finally, practice every day. I like to write poems, drabbles, and one shots under 1.5k words as a way to test out ideas and writing styles that I might explore in larger projects later. I most often find inspiration for these practice sessions in my notes app, in poetry and music, and from word or prompt generators. Sometimes I post the results, but most often I don’t because they’re just for fun and/or practice. When lacking inspiration for fics in the future, these are a good resource to turn to

So, it turns out I had more to say than I expected. I hope some of this was helpful! I tried to cover multiple steps of the writing process, but if anyone has more specific questions, let me know and I’ll see what I can come up with 

Happy writing!

#finding someone you can talk to about writing is also good #both of my roommates read a lot and one is a writer #and we can spend hours just venting and chatting about #what makes a good story and what makes a bad one #and i always leave those conversations with something new to think about re my own writing #ask #anon

[nulltune]

…I could put on airs like that, but with you it’s no good. You’re a typical, generic savior-type protagonist. Loved by the readers, loved by the characters, loved even by the plot. Boring. Short cuts aren’t my style. I can’t talk about you, and you don’t have enough value. 

this evaluation of hakuno's character (thanks hans christian andersen) and titles and roles............ really reminds me of the other side of the coin for hakuno's dilemma with being a nameless nobody– losing sight of yourself from taking on too many roles and names 🫠 it's pretty interesting though cuz i can see shades of it with hakuno too ! albeit in a very different way..

real quick tho YES I KNOW A LOT OF THIS IS JUST BECAUSE OF SELF INSERT PROTAG REASONS (DEROGATORY) 🥹 but hakuno deserves better than that!!! so i prefer 2 look at it in a different way 4 my hakuno 🫶

"hakuno" doesn't know herself, hakuno is useless, but she can do her best to fulfill whatever's expected from a role like the "leader" or "hero" that a situation might call for. hakuno can't find value in herself, so she tries to get it from others and fulfilling what they want and what they need. she's good at following guidelines for what's expected from others but lacks that for herself as an individual, if that makes sense.

it's a very integral part of hakuno's character! even when she doesn't understand how she feels, she's always thinking of others and acting with them in mind. but i gotta make it clear that she's no actor!! she's just stepping up to the job in her own way. i like 2 think of it as something like water filling the shape of the glass it's put into.

doing that and taking up whatever role she has to comes from necessity rather than hakuno wanting to be something bigger than herself. hakuno sees a problem that only she can fix, and is willing to do a lot in order to fix it. (<- what we see in canon too from fate/extra when she acts in the way of a "martyr" and in ccc when she takes on the role of being "president") whether she likes it or not isn't something she thinks about, but on a deep down, it's really just something she takes on to make up for her self-perceived flaws.

trying to fit into these roles could be an attempt to find herself too in a way..... hakuno's always been concerned about the meaning and purpose of her life, so she could try to find her own self worth in this way. she'll always think of it as titles that don't suit her though :,) cough impostor syndrome cough. i can imagine her trying become someone "worthy" of it, but she'll still feel undeserving in the end for one reason or another. it never feels enough, it never feels right, there's always going to be a sense of disconnect for her.

I can’t speak of something that isn’t there. Hakuno Kishinami. You still have nothing at all.

it's because she still doesn't know who she is </3 the lack of a personal identity that is so essential to being a person is something that just can't be fixed in this way. taking up roles and living up to others' expectations could maybe provide a temporary happiness or gratification for hakuno (via gaining affection and praise through being useful because that's something she's never had), but at the end of the day hakuno won't be satisfied with that. it's a shallow reasoning and even if she obtained the love she may have desired, it'd feel misplaced because it's a love that she got for being something that she feels like she isn't.

remember– all hakuno ever wanted was to live. she's a really simple gal! i'd say that at the moment, she's just grateful to have her basic survival needs met and still wants to find herself and become her own person, but she doesn't have any grand goals or ambitions. though she might not realize it herself, what she really wants is just a normal life tbh :,) live a normal life, die a normal death and afterwards, she'd want to be remembered as "hakuno kishinami" rather than a "hero" or "savior" or "protagonist" or any other grandiose title or role

#me being s*lty over h.akuno continuously being referred to literally everything other than Her Own Damn Name ? 😳 #more likely than u think ! #like COME ONNN that does her entire character arc so dirty 😭😭 r u srsly gonna avoid saying the name of the character who #wants to be more than a nameless nobody ???? whose entire character journey was abt finding her self?????? #also egad i really wanna know the thought process the writers had for this evaluation tho cuz like #'loved by the plot' YOU MEAN THE PLOT WHERE ALL SHE WANTS IS TO LIVE BUT SHE FINDS OUT SHE'S GOING TO DIE NO MATTER WHAT ? #'loved by the characters' YOU MEAN IN T.SUKIMIHARA WHERE LITERALLY EVERYONE HAS INSULTED/BELITTLED HER IN SOME WAY AT LEAST ONCE ? #i'm dumbo so maybe that is the point and they wanna set it up so that it's kinda ironic in that sense #but if so; then boy did it Not age well when they reduce h.akuno's character to what they wanted her to be a subversion of 😭 #GRR I HAVE SM TO SAY BUT YA I'LL STOP HERE #miss ma'am k.ishinami is just so interesting 2 me okie ............. sucks so bad to see her character get done dirty like this 💔 #&&. hcs

[zenixromeave]

So these are just the broad strokes and if you want to know more I can add it (it’d just be long and kind of boring if I were to ramble about all of them)

Garroth - Back/hip issues (not progressed to the point of disability yet but will cause him to be disabled later with how much physical labor he does. Causes near constant pain.)

Laurence - Stomach problems (gastro-intestinal related chronic illness, causes periods where he can only really eat one meal a day because he can’t hold down food for most of it)

Zenix - Very susceptible to illness (weak immune system. Gets severely sick very quickly and stays that way for days), missing part of his left leg (Zoey tried to save it but ended up having to amputate all of his leg below the knee)

Gene - Joint issues (joints sometimes lock up or don’t work properly, subluxations [partial/incomplete dislocations] of his knees cause him to sometimes almost collapse as they sometimes randomly buckle. Legs over extend easily.)

how neat!

i think garroth overexerting himself to the point it eventually results in disability is very in character for him (in mcd at least.)

i'm a lot more focused on my mcd rewrite, but in my mystreet rewrite, aaron has back problems and hearing issues because of the way he surpressed his werewolf ears & tail for most of his life (imagine how like.. wearing a chest binder for too long can deform your ribs, or like how footbinding was (is?) practiced for beauty but results in deformation and pain) . he also pursues manual labor jobs for a portion of his life, since he was so focused on not being associated with his family he didn't get a degree + is naturally strong, so he figured it would be a good way to make some quick money. wasn't for him though, especially with the chronic pain he already had given himself over the years.

i care a lot about the manual laborers of the world. everyone, remember to lift with your legs, know your limits, and follow proper safety guidelines!

#gah.. garroth & zenix both being disabled... being able to connect with each other thru that... man #i'm not getting into the characters mental illnesses & disabilities for now because like. woof. where do i even staft #*start #mcd #aph tag #mine

[maxverstepponme]

now that kellypiquetsource is gone i want to share a few things about her. i’m sharing this now because she won’t be able to defend herself. i know that’s really mean but what she did to me was even worse. i’m sorry if i make any mistakes but english is not my first language and i also apologize if it’s long. (i used to have a max fan page so that’s how i met sara in case anyone is wondering)

she never kept it a secret that she talked to kelly and that kelly most of the time was really open with her. by open she meant that kelly will share very intimate details about her and max’s relationship like how boring the sex was sometimes or how max would rather be on the sim than to go to the movies. she would also tell her if she was going or not to the races so she could expect content or not. sara was about 16 or 17 at this time so she was again interacting with a minor and telling her things that she didn’t need to know.

i became good friends with sara so we talked a lot. so much that kelly followed me after a while. i messaged her a thank you for following me and i was left on seen so i never messaged again 🤡🤡

so this one day we were talking about kelly and how she gets a lot of hate, i told her that i agreed with her (at the time not anymore hahaha) that she got a lot of hate but that i thought she shouldn’t have acted the way she did. we were talking about the kellygate drama and i never said something bad about kelly besides that. i was also friends with the maxverstxppen account owner so that’s how i found out about the blocking spree she was on. maxverstxppen messaged me asking if i was blocked by max and i wasn’t so i asked what happened. she told me she was blocked by max but that everything was fine after she sent a message to kelly. she never opened it but she thinks she read it because after a few mins she was unblocked. i asked sara if kelly was behind this and she said yes, that she was blocking everyone who was interacting with that meme account on max’s account but because max told her to… sure 😂

i told sara that kelly shouldn’t be doing this if she wanted the hate to stop but she took it as me saying that people were allowed to hate on kelly. she insulted me, then she blocked me and after a while i realized i was blocked by kelly too. i went to bed and when i woke up the next day my account was disabled. i tried to recover it but instagram said i violated community guidelines when i never received any warnings about me doing that because instagram sends those if you are in fact violating their guidelines. idk if this was a coincidence only but i don’t think it was. let me know what you think!!

🇦🇷

I’m so sorry you went through this. I don’t understand why Kelly and her minions can’t leave Max fan pages alone. If they’re not manipulating them, they’re trying to take them down.

And now that you added the flag I know which fan page you used to own! I followed you and I was so sad when it disappeared 😭😭