#honestly the way i colour isn't too special!

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬  ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙꜱᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡ ᴊᴏʙ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Sigma, Nikolai

content: nsfw, praise, degradation, oral sex | reblogs appreciated!

The second DAZAI'S eyes flutter open, there's a smirk stretching his lips wide apart. You're all pretty between his legs, your lips glistening with saliva and his precum where you've closed them around his aching cock, and, well, how could he possibly resist such a perfect opportunity to tease you?

Words of degradation and praise alike leave his mouth as he leans down and cups your face in one hand, his thumb smoothing over your flushed cheek, and he outright chuckles when you gag as he suddenly thrusts his hips forward, catching you entirely off-guard. Given how you've been at it for quite some time, it doesn't take long until he comes; he makes sure to spill onto your face, however, with his cum soon dripping off your forehead and the bridge of your nose, some of it even having caught on your lashes. He's a jerk through and through, but be at least offers to make you come.

“Oh? My, bella donna, don't tell me you were too needy to wait until I'm awake! How adorable you are, truly — come, up you go; why don't you show me just how much you want me to fuck you, hm?”

CHŪYA is more than surprised when he wakes up to pleasant warmth around his dick. For but a moment, he's terribly flustered, with his cheeks turning a pinkish colour, though he huffs out a laugh a mere moment later, his smirk amused.

He tilts his head back with a groan when the tip of your nose brushes against his abdomen, the head of his dick nudging against the back of your throat, and he moans in pleasure when you gag around him, a pitiful whine leaving your mouth. He's one to question where you'd like for him to come, though, well, you can't really respond with your mouth full, which is why he decides for you and comes down your throat moments later.

“Fuck, wouldn't have thought you'd be into something like this, baby. You feel so damn good around my cock—, fuck, it's like you're made for this. Good girl. Come on, take some more.”

RANPO'S signature smirk appears on his face the second he lifts the blanket up, only to find you slurping on his dick. He tilts his head to the side, and amusement all but drips from his voice as he asks just what exactly you think you're doing the same way his precum drips onto your tongue.

While he's terribly smug about you wanting him this much, he lets you do all the work. The urge to occasionally thrust into the tight heat of your throat is present, sure — he's but a man, after all —, but the sight of you bobbing your head up and down eagerly to please him is even more intoxicating. By the time he comes, he demands that you wake him up with head daily from now on.

“Oh? Are you enjoying yourself, love? You certainly look like it, drooling all over my dick like that. Bet you're dripping wet yourself. Why don't you touch yourself for me while you keep on pleasuring me, hm?”

Let's be real; FYODOR probably knew that you were planning on waking him up in a rather special way even before you had the idea in the first place. Because of that, he's not particularly surprised when he, one morning, opens his eyes to you gagging on his dick, though a pleased smile finds its way onto his lips nonetheless.

He immediately teases you for how needy you are, and for how terribly insatiable, for how sinful, you're behaving, though he himself isn't any better, honestly. He enjoys it whenever your saliva, as well as his precum, coat your chin and drip from your swollen lips, though he's mean about scolding you — just like he's mean about fucking your throat. Don't you dare complain about his rough pace, though. You're his to use, after all.

“My, what a messy pet I have. And such a needy one, too. Oh, how good would it be if you were able to see yourself right now, drooling all over my cock like a slut. On second thought, why don't you get me a camera real quick?”

SIGMA'S eyes widen the second he gazes down his own stomach, only to find you between his legs, your lips stretched obscenely wide around his cock. The slurping and occasional gagging noises cause his cheeks to flush, though he can't deny that this feels damn good.

He swears he's trying to be gentle as he bucks his hips into your mouth, his thighs shaking when you suck at the head of his dick, your tongue swirling around it, and, God, you're way too talented with your mouth; he's choking out praises while you keep sucking him off until he comes down your throat, and, afterwards, he's quick to offer to repay you.

“Ah, love, you're so good—, you feel absolutely amazing. So close—, please, darling. Oh, God, that was something to wake up to. Now, let me make you feel good, yes?”

NIKOLAI'S smirk is terribly smug when he gazes down at you, his arched eyebrows raised. He's surprised for a moment, though he adjusts to the situation quickly, and he might just call you a whore for doing something this depraved.

One large hand of his rests on the back of your head, his nails scratching over your scalp until you moan around his dick, the noise muffled and your eyes fluttering closed. While his tiny gestures seem loving at first, he soon all but pushes your head down, and, no matter how strong you are, you really don't have a chance to pull back. He chuckles, amused, when you gag and choke, tears welling up in your eyes, and you really don't have to hope for any mercy or pity; your suffering only causes his dick to twitch in your mouth.

“Oh, come on, you can take it, dear! I believe in you; besides, don't you want to please me, darl? Don't look at me like that now — you've gone without air for longer than this before!”

ATSUSHI's whole body seems to jerk by the time you flatten your tongue against the underside of bis dick, and it takes quite a bit for him to process the situation, still tired as he is. When you bob your head up and down, though, a loud and entirely unashamed moan leaves his mouth and his back arches off the bed, his thighs spread wide.

While there's some initial embarrassment at first, with his cheeks flushing pink, he gets over it quickly. Soon enough, he's all but thrusting into your mouth and down your throat, and he's really not trying to be rough, he swears, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but it feels so damn good — he can't help but get lost in the pleasure. He's quick to spill down your throat with a grunt, though he also hurries to apologise for doing so without asking moments later.

“Ah—, you're so good, please, please, I'm so close, so damn close, don't stop. Oh—, oh, did I—? Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to come, you know, inside—”

It takes a while for KUNIKIDA to wake up even after you've put his dick into your mouth, but by the time he does, there's a heavy blush spreading from his face down his neck. He's in utter disbelief, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised, though this really isn't the time to scold you about manners and what a lady should and shouldn't do; instead, a moan claws itself out of his throat when he opens his mouth to say something.

Moments later, he simply gives in, and praises leave his lips naturally. His hand moves to your head, though more to guide you than to push you down. He's especially weak for when you moan or whimper around his dick; the vibrations make him groan in pleasure. He's intent on pulling out before he comes, though, no matter how much you reassure him it's alright to come into your mouth.

“This is most indecent—, hah, though I guess it can't be too bad when you just wanted me this badly. Please, do continue—, God, that's good. Just like that. Good girl.”

AKUTAGAWA is a light sleeper; the second you close your lips around the flushed head of his dick, his eyes snap open, and for a mere moment, he's simply irritated. It only registers to him that you're between his legs, pleasuring him, when he gazes down at you, all wide-eyed and sucking him off, and a groan falls from his lips.

Despite being initially unhappy at being woken up this abruptly, he can't exactly complain, not when your mouth is this talented. Still, he's rough when he thrusts up into your mouth, wet heat engulfing the tip of his cock as it pushes down your throat, and he can't say that he doesn't enjoy the way you gag just a little around him, protesting moans leaving your throat. His smirk is well-hidden, but smugness seems to radiate off of him when he comes into your mouth and you struggle to swallow it all.

“God, you're needy. What, you want my dick that badly you couldn't even wait until I woke up? Hah, fine then. Show me what you can do.”

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[hiskillingjar]

hi!!!!! can i request some hcs for lawrence oleander and ren hana with a fem (or gn) reader that likes to dye her hair a lot and has many piercings????

i hope you have a very good day!!!! :D

for sure! i've never done hcs before but i'll have a crack at it

also i know you asked for law and ren but i'm a strade enjoyer so i'm including him too pbltttt

ren 🦊

ren obviously loves it lol

like he's pretty high aesthetic already so he lovesssss a partner who has a specific aesthetic to em, especially if it's colourful and cute!

you wanna dye your hair? great, i've already gotten the bleach and all the colours you could want!! and all the special equipment for it too!! :3

he'd be hopeless if you asked for help though lol. like bleach stains where you did not want bleach

as soon as you were finished, he'd gush all over your new colour and compare it to an anime character he liked

"does that mean you could cosplay xyz pairing with me now?" like the idiot man he is

he for sure likes the piercings too. they make you look so tough and cool (despite being so sweet on him <3)

might encourage you to get more, especially nip or genital piercings, under the impression that they'd make sex more fun lmaoooo

lawrence 🥀

law isn't someone who's super aesthetically minded so they might not totally understand the motivation to dye your hair all the time

it takes so much effort to dye your hair so why do it so often, and all by yourself? you're getting it all over the bathroom! okay, okay, fine, i'll help you...

they'd be pretty gentle and patient in helping you dye your hair. they'd like the opportunity to be closer to you <3

never mind the intrusive thoughts they might have washing all the dye off in the shower. never mind all that!

(and might take a few snippings of your hair from the bathroom floor to keep...maybe)

they like the piercings normal amounts

might fiddle with them as a stim. don't wear hoops or danglies or they will get tugged on

they'd probably understand piercings in a similar way to their tattoos. maybe they'd even think about getting a stud or two themselves, just to see how it feels

what are your thoughts on tattoos? they might like those...

strade 🔨

he's pretty neutral about the hair dye and any. like, aesthetic choice you go for.

that's something you'd do with ren on a whim and he barely notices unless he sees a stain somewhere

"oh you dyed your hair?" yeah strade, i did it like three days ago, did you just notice? what is wrong with you?

he'd make snarky comments here and there but not really say anything

PIERCINGS THOUGH??? 🥵🥵🥵

strade was a bisexual in the early two-thousands german alternative scene (in my minds eye) so he'd FOR SURE be into piercings (and any body mods honestly)

has his own piercing scars hehehehe

ear piercings? the more the merrier! facial piercings? the best!

nipple or genital piercings? the man is a feral animal

might be so inclined to help you out with a few himself! i pierced my first boyfriend's ears with a needle, i can totally pierce your clit if you stop squirming~ <3

would absolutely pull at them to tease you (might insist on hoops through everything just to give him a better chance to pull)

would for sure push it too far and rip em out too <3

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x reader #lawrence x mc #strade btd #strade x reader #strade x mc #headcanons #never done this before but i have a ton of hcs for the boys (gender neutral) so could be fun! mix it up #qs

[diagonal-queen]

ok so wht abt flexible!reader with dazai, chuuya, and fyodor? like it can be taken in an nsfw way or just their general reaction to it

Reader who is flexible

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!flexible!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys react to finding out their S/O is flexible?

♡ cw: Suggestive content (damnit Dazai and Chuuya), swearing, for Chuuya I'm assuming reader is also in the mafia.

note: Of all the reqs I never expected one like this, I enjoyed writing it! Also what do you guys think of this colour scheme? I know it’s random but like it reminds me of the ocean a little bit…I hope you like it too 🌸 Apologies for errors, I hope you enjoy :)

Dazai:

It wouldn't be Dazai if he wasn't sometimes being a little bit of a pervert (exhibit A: "Miss Sasaki's sexy." - Dazai, while she's sitting right there after enduring physical trauma)

His mind definitely wanders to some inappropriate places. And he lets you know about it (damnit Dazai)

But he'd also be generally curious about it, and ask you to do certain poses and stuff and be like 'woahhhh :O' when you do them (it's actually really cute to see)

Probably comes up with some fancy new double suicide methods that are compatible with your flexibility, kinda like the barrel thing he did in ep. 2 I guess? But less painful

Would bring it up out of nowhere. Like if he sees a vent or something in the ceiling he'd point it out and be like 'Do you think you'd be able to fit in there'

Makes 'The Ring' and 'The Exorcist' jokes and asks you to recreate their poses from the movies lol

You have to remind him that being flexible doesn't make you a contortionist (in his head they're basically the same I guess lol)

Despite all this he's actually very impressed by it. You're his S/O after all! Anything you do is worthy of his praise ^-^

Chuuya:

He is concerned about your health. And your spine.

Don't get me wrong, he's definitely impressed. But he can't shake off the twinge of worry that you're gonna dislocate a joint or something whenever you're stretching/flexing. At least, this is the case the first time he sees the extent of your flexibility lol

That being said, he does think not only can it be useful while fighting but ~other things~, so he doesn't mind it at all

Chuuya strikes me as a mating press enjoyer

Chuuya is also pretty flexible so you two would work on incorporating that into your self-defence skills (we all saw that one scene from Fifteen- y'all are doing some epic kicks)

He thinks it's cool but he always reminds you not to overexert yourself and to try not to tear anything. If you did though, don't worry- he'd help take care of you <3

Probably asks you to demonstrate it to your guys' friends like 'Hey babe show 'em that thing you did the other day' lol (he wants to brag about it so bad)

Even though it makes him worry a little he does legitimately respect your flexibility. He knows it would have taken a lot of work to develop the skill and so he admires it

Fyodor:

He's an old-fashioned Russian dude who enjoys the arts. This man has seen a Swan Lake production or two in his life.

So he's rather impressed to see that you're physically flexible, because he respects ballerinas and how much work they put into their physicality (AND SO SHOULD YOU 😤). This is the case even if you don't do ballet (he just assumes that you've trained hard regardless), but he does suggest it to you. He'd also probably offer to pay for lessons lol

One of the main reasons it impresses him is because he isn't able to do it himself (he's brittle T-T) so he's like...'well you must be a very special individual' lol

Tells you not to tell Mykola about it, not for sexual reasons- Mykola's just a dick and he'd mess with you for hours (and tbh also probably make sexual comments on it now that I think of it)

He lowkey finds it kind of interesting. Like Dazai he'd probably ask you to do certain poses and stuff since he's kind of amused by it

Honestly, besides that he doesn't really...care? Lmao it's not like he doesn't care about you or he's not impressed by it, but it really just doesn't affect his life at all outside of that

Unless you guys...uhh...use it in other ways? > - >

i'm sorry if this is a little vague and boring...i got a big case of block today... (ノ_<。) i'm sorry anon i love you

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[harfanfare]

Unique Kisses: Ignihyde!

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Idia S. <3 (pocky kisses)

With just a few words, an offer to dress up in his favourite idol's cosplay and getting a special stationary-sold merch, Idia succumbed to your suggestion to play a pocky game. Receiving these gifts, he felt as if he was selling his pride, but its purchaser was you, so... 

Idia would eventually propose the idea, but after reading some fan fiction, you had an irresistible urge to recreate this game and play it with your boyfriend.

Besides, you are sure he knows the rules perfectly.

His cheeks and hair flush a furious crimson colour. Idia is intimidated, but he doesn't even think about complaining, at least not honestly. His reaction pours an unusual doze of animus and bravery into your veins as you open the pocky box.

“Don't move,” you instruct surprisingly calmly, as you almost sit on his lap (again, since when are you so confident?). His computer chair squawks quietly and rolls back a few inches, but the distance between you and Idia stays the same.

Perfect. He can't get away.

“I... I know!" he chokes and holds his breath as you put your biscuit stick between your lips. You look at him, idly wondering if Idia will dare to play this game.

You had no great expectations, but he surprises you. He moved closer and takes a bite of the dainty, trying not to look at you from under his lashes. Too preoccupied with the biscuit separating you, he doesn't even taste the sweetness of chocolate.

Idia knows perfectly well that life isn't a game. If it was, however, a current moment would have to be a hidden scene, unlocked only by an absurd amount of affinity points.

When he plays, his heart never beats as fast as it does now, although Idia prides himself on knowing the gems among otome games.

The biscuit disappears. There is no piece left. No distance. The kiss you share is short but sweet in every sense of the word. Warm. Chocolatey. Have it lasted a while longer, kiss would taste like fruity orange you drank before.

Idia's hands clench on the fabric of your t-shirt, right at your sides. He wouldn't have been able to control the shaking of his hands any other way. Being so anxious, he needed to muster up courage not to move away. And he held out. He is still beside you. He doesn't want you to move away, he concludes as soon as you separate.

...Well.

Fortunately, there are still so many pocky flavours to try.

Ortho S. (cheek kisses)

“Would you like to know a secret?”

Ortho does his best not to frighten you as he puts his hand on your shoulder. He set the boundary of levitation above the ground so that his face is almost at your eye level. Although you can't see his smile, you know it's here, hidden in his voice and shining eyes.

You nod, and Ortho flies a little higher. He gets so close you can feel the tongues of fire forming his hairstyle. They aren't hot. They resemble lukewarm water: soft to the touch, liquid but dry. 

“I am very happy that we are friends,” Ortho whispers.

Before you can turn around, he places a kiss between your ear and temple by pressing the warm metal of his mask against your skin. If it wasn't for the quiet sound of the kiss he play-back-ed, you wouldn't have understood Ortho's charming gesture so quickly.

“It's not a secret,” you sigh lightly. It's hard not to smile. You lean towards Ortho, who calculates your next move. The result must please him, because not only does he not turn away from you, but he waits patiently. You place a kiss on his forehead. “I also like you very much.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #ignihyde x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud #ortho x reader #platonic ortho x reader #ortho shroud #twst idia #twst ortho

[thenightfolknetwork]

Ever since I was young, I was raised to be a total blank slate. No interests, no aesthetics, nothing. I was meant to be the vessel to L’Gogamet, the Hallowed One. So, that meant I had to fully give myself over to Them.

The only problem is: They never bothered to show up. I sat there, on my eighteenth birthday, waiting for Them to rend my soul from my flesh, only to receive a burning blaze of light reading “sorry, can’t make it, save the next one for me.”

My family wasn’t exactly thrilled. They were under the impression that I had done something wrong, though for the life of me I have no clue what it was. And now, I’m all alone. I have no clue what I’m meant to do.

I have a small apartment and a roommate. I’ve tried to get interested in the same stuff she likes, but it honestly just doesn’t appeal to me. But I have no clue what there is that I do like. Apparently, outside of my family, there isn’t exactly a “L’Gogamet fanbase”, and that was the only thing I was allowed to be interested in for my whole life.

I’ve gone to support groups, but sitting in a circle with other blank slates doesn’t exactly feel helpful. And then when someone does find something interesting, I’m like “wow! good for you! time to go back to doing nothing with my life.”

Worst of all are the modifications. My family took it upon themselves to alter me in a few ways, various piercings and tattoos that They should have loved. Only now, I’m stuck with them. And most of them are cursed to never be removed. I’ve been called out a few times, told that they’re “appropriative for a Sapio like me to have.” That hurt more than most comments, because I guess that’s all I am now. A Sapio, with nothing special about me except the disgusting markings all over me.

Your show came up in one of the support group meetings. I thought maybe you would have some advice? How do I find my interests and my self when I’ve been raised to be a nobody?

I'm so sorry your family have treated you with such unkindness – and I don't only mean their failure to support you after their plans went awry. It was profoundly unkind of them to raise you the way they did, as if you were nothing but a vessel for their hopes and aspirations and not your own person.

Their treatment of your body is particularly upsetting. I am certainly not going to try and tell you that your markings aren't “disgusting”, or to tell you how you ought to feel about your own body. I do encourage you to take whatever steps you feel appropriate in reclaiming your body, however.

Part of this reclamation might involve covering or removing the marks inflicted on you by your family. But I encourage you to experiment with other ways of changing your appearance, too. Play around with your clothing, hairstyles, hair colour, make-up – whatever you can think of.

The point isn't to find a style that you love, but rather to demonstrate actively to yourself that this body is yours, your own, and that finally, you are in charge of how it looks.

Of course, this process does bump up against your initial question rather. How are you supposed to know what sort of choices you want to make when you've never been allowed to make that kind of choice before?

The answer may seem obvious: you need to try as many things as you can, and expose yourself to as many new experiences as possible. But for the time being, I want you try and set aside your concerns about finding what you “really” like.

That is a huge amount of pressure to put on yourself, especially when you're starting from scratch, like you are. Instead, go into these activities with no more pressure on yourself than a sense of open curiosity.

You're not on some great quest to discover your True Self – you're just popping into the local book club to see what it's like, or borrowing some knitting needles from a friend and giving it a go. You can check what clubs and events are running at your local library, and make a game of trying as many as you can fit into your schedule.

Give yourself time. Imagine your personality as a plant that has been left in a dark, cold room with nothing to feed it and no light to help it grow. Against all odds, it has survived – pale and stunted, but alive. Now imagine you bring that plant into a warm, bright room, you feed it and water it, and above all you give it the space it needs. Who knows what kind of beautiful thing it might blossom into?

Finally, a word on your identity. Reader, you absolutely don't have to identify as sapio if you don't want to. There are plenty of people who consider themselves to be people of the night based on their magical practice, their religious background, or their occupations. You personal experiences more than qualify you to do the same.

As I've said many times before, liminality is defined by the people who claim it. There isn't an external, objective standard of “strangeness” that you have to meet in order to be a member of the community. Anyone who says otherwise is at best dangerously ignorant and at worst, wilfully so.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

hii, i just wanted to ask (genuinely) about your post ''You Can Be Autistic And…''

and one of the points being ''not have a special interest'' .

my question is, the main traits of autism are ''social/communication differences (or difficulties), repetitive behaviours, and deep/intense interest'', so maybe autistics that don't think they have a special interest, or people don't see that they have a special interest, is because their special interest being something so ''normal'' ?

so normal that it just pass everyone's head including the autistic themself. maybe it's something like colours! or jewelries! certain type of music.

they might not nerd-out about their special interest a lot because people around them constantly tell them that everybody knows it already, or that they ''use smart words to make everybody look stupid''. or whatever other reasons like maybe they prefer to write about it, or talk to themself about it. etc.

so it's not that they don't have a special interest, but it's basically transparent.

let me know if i'm wrong about the main traits of autism, or anything else. i am autistic myself but the DSM stuff confuses me a bit as english isn't my first language, so i might've missed something :)

Thank you!

Hi there,

“Transparent” is a great way to describe these things. I never really thought about those who don’t have a special interest, or have one that doesn’t seem like an interest (something more normal) like you said earlier.

You got everything correct and explained it well. And honestly I had no idea that your first language wasn’t English until you mentioned it. So your English is pretty good too!

I enjoyed reading this inbox. Thank you so much. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is temporary closed

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

OC Interview

Well, I did Avymere, so let's give Elsind some love too :)

.

1. Are you named after anyone?

"Not that I know of? I've met a few Elsinds - it's not a super uncommon name - so maybe I was and my mom just didn't tell me."

2. When was the last time you cried?

"Aw man, yesterday night. I was trying to make some brownies, but I burnt them pretty bad, and it was just a lot. The night before that, I read this sad book and cried so hard my face was sore."

3. Do you have kids?

"I'm twenty, and I honestly don't even know how that would work with me being a changeling and all, so no. I'd like kids someday though, I think."

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Not really? I don't think I do. Can you be sarcastic on accident?"

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

"Their face. I like faces. I like to remember them in case I have to use them later, but really, they're all just so beautiful that I can't help but stare. I've never understood when people call other people ugly - there are just more or less symmetrical faces. One isn't better or worse than the other, they're just interesting in different ways."

6. What's your eye colour?

"I don't have eyes in my true form, but I can make eyes in whatever color you'd like."

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, by the gods, yes. I love it when a book gets me feeling all warm and hopeful on the inside. I think I'd cry if I had to watch something scary."

8. Any special talents?

"Um, I can squeeze into really small spaces? Oh, but that's not really a talent, it's just biology. I wouldn't say I'm talented at poetry - I just dabble sometimes."

9. Where were you born?

"In a little village called Shéllon, a few mountain peaks east of Salis."

10. Do you have any pets?

"No, but I've always wanted a cat!"

11. What sort of sports do you play?

"Eh, I'm not really the sporty type. I'm happy to watch just about anything, though."

12. How tall are you?

"That depends."

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

"I didn't go to school properly because there wasn't one in Shéllon, but my mom homeschooled me as best she could. My favorite part was reading all the books she'd bring me, of course. I prefer lighter things, but I do have a few classics under my belt."

14. What is your dream job?

"I... I really don't know. I'd love to work in a library, but gods, some of those teashops just seem so fun with their fancy uniforms. There aren't any flowers this far north, but I saw a florist's stall in a painting once, and it seemed so magical as well. Really, I just want a job I'm happy to go to, and that gives me enough time off to enjoy myself. Work isn't my purpose, after all."

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I'll tag @jasminewalkerauthor @scribble-dee-vee @pluppsauthor @pluttskutt @halfbakedspuds and anyone else who wants to play :)

Blanks under the cut

1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

6. What's your eye colour?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. Do you have any pets?

11. What sort of sports do you play?

12. How tall are you?

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

14. What is your dream job?

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #oc interview

[fruitless-vain]

hi!! where do you get yoshi’s vests from?? or do you make them yourself? and if so, literally how? is there a particular pattern you use? they’re honestly gorgeous, and i’ve been looking for something similar for my girl

😭 literally the nicest compliment ever I made it myself!!

I was disappointed with a vest I had purchased from a maker, quickly realized that most makers don't specialize in little dogs and as a result the gear isn't legible/ there's a lot of wasted space which is a big deal when you have limited space to work with on a little dog already! So I made my own to maximize usable space instead.

I'm sure there's patterns you could buy out there but I made mine from scratch (and it's not too complicated to figure out!). What I opted to do was measure her first, get an idea for how large the side panels and centre panel can be. I used a free art program (medibang) and dragged some rulers in there and drew things out to scale relative to the rulers. This way you have an accurate scale to work with to decide what can actually fit in the space. Print out the design (I put each panel in to a word file and printed that way) and check the size on your dog, make adjustments as needed until the paper printout sits how you'd like it to and your designs are legible! Word programs should have a ruler on the top of the page which allow you to see the exact measurement of each of your panels so it's easy to align them/ change the size as needed accurately.

There's lots of ways to make a vest, with or without webbing, multiple panels, one piece of fabric. Take a look at vests online and see what aspects you like and what you don't! I opted for webbing to stiffen the edges to prevent wear but it's not necessary! You can just stick two pieces of fabric together and call it done!

I colourized it on the computer first so I could ensure that the scheme would work and that all the fonts would be legible at their smaller size/ contrast well.

Embroidery will be the first thing you do once you're set on your design and it takes the most time. You CAN do it by hand! but it takes a long time and if you use a thick fabric it'll hurt! If you have a standard sewing machine you can embroider with that as well (which is what I did!). I literally bought my first personal sewing machine for this project, I used machines in middle school and to make a couple plushies like 7 years ago but that's it for my experience. You can absolutely do it if you're limited on experience! It's often referred to as 'free motion embroidery' which there's tutorials online for!

The basics of embroidery are to print out your design, you can sew right over the paper and follow it like tracing but paper will be stuck under the embroidery so if the set gets wet soggy paper will happen eventually! The better alternative is to get 'soluble embroidery stabilizer' which is a see through material that washes away with warm water! You can trace your design on to it with a pen, pin the stabilizer to your fabric, then simply trace the design with your thread!

I used a zigzag stitch (#4 on my machine), think of it like drawing with a thick marker, you want the stitch to be wide enough to fill in the whole shape if possible. your machine will have two settings you can change, the width of your zig zag (thickness of your marker) and the amount of space between each stitch (opacity), so you want the zig zag to be as wide as the shape and the space between stitches to be as small as your machine will go without getting tangled ( I sit at 0.2)

Freemotion embroidery tutorials will tell you to drop the feed dogs down, don't do that. You'll break a lot of needles. Letters are just straight lines so you can leave them up, let the machine help guide the straight line, it'll be a LOT easier for you! Curvy letters like C and S will be hard the first few times but it gets easier, it's helpful to take it as a bunch of short straight lines instead of trying to turn with it. Fills in the shape better.

You'll end up tracing each letter 2-3 times at minimum to ensure it's nicely filled in and the fabric underneath doesn't show through. Don't forget to sew back over your ends to keep them locked in place otherwise it'll just unravel!

Once that's done the rest is EASY in comparison! 😂

When you're happy with your embroidery you can cut out each of your panels, be sure to leave a minimum 1/4 inch gap around the edge for the seam, you can leave more space if you want! if you think you'll be a bit wavy/ struggle to keep the needle near the edge then more seam allowance is better!

Attach the panels together (lay them together with the 'nice sides' together and sew along the edge)

You'll want a second fabric piece to be your underside, this makes the vest more sturdy, protects the embroidery, and makes a soft smooth surface for your dog! Once the top panels are all attached to each other you can cut out one big piece for the underside, a mirror copy of the shape of your top panels all sewn together!

The "best looking" way to leave a seam I would say is by folding the edges in and sewing around the outside, keeps the edges crisp and compressed. I would do it this way if I was leaving the edges of the vest panels exposed.

If you're going to put webbing along the edges anyways then you can do it a quicker way, just lay the two pieces (your top panels and your underside) together with the nice sides facing in and just sew quickly around the edge. Be sure to leave a space unsewn so you can flip it inside out again. This will be easier to do but leaves the piece looking a bit more bubbly and the corners will be a bit puffy/ not as crisp

You can opt to put your buckles/ attachment points in now while you're sewing the top and bottom together or you can wait and attach it with the webbing. If you do it now you'll have to do the webbing as two separate pieces, if you do it later you can fold the webbing over the edge instead. I found two separate pieces (top and underside) to be cleaner and easier to work with on this tiny scale

From there you can seal up the little gap you left to flip it rightside out by hand stitching a 'invisible stitch' and attach your webbing to the edges. I learned the hard way that you should do the side panels first (the outer edges) and the centre panel last. You want the edge webbing to go underneath your centre panel's webbing so that it's a smooth transition when it flops down and bends at that joint! Otherwise the fabric ends up visible underneath when it bends there. So side panels first, centre panel last.

And that's it I think. it's a lot of trial and error as you gradually realize what order to do things in, what works and what doesn't.

If you do try it keep in mind that it's just thread! if you make a mistake it CAN be undone! cutting the threads is tiresome and redoing stuff sucks but it's nice to know that mistakes aren't permanent. If you're really happy with a panel and screw up an icon at the end it can be saved and you can try again without having to redo the whole thing!

Last note is that large fonts are easier than small ones. tiny font showcases every waver in your pathing, making shaky wonky letters: exhibit A my first try vs a few days later

So to avoid frustration I would stick to larger fonts at first. To go along with that try to allow the machine to go quickly, if you move really slow on a straight line it'll show every time you moved and turned it, letting it move fast on straights keeps them smoother and straighter!

For small fonts to limit frustration I would design your vest so they can be detached and you can work on them without having to change the whole panel while you work on your skill. You can make patches!

Same scrap fabric, do your design, and then cut it out right close to the shape and just do that exact same zig zag stitch around the edge. it'll be lined up so that the left of the zig hits the fabric (at whatever thickness you want your outline to be) and the right side of the zag is not hitting the fabric at all. this will cause the thread to wrap around the edge and give a clean look! the more passes you do the cleaner it'll be (above is just two or three quick passes, if I tried harder it could be way smoother). Then you have a patch you can tack on with thread, stick heat n bond on the back for iron-on, or secure velcro or make a little hanger. dealers choice really on that one.

Anyways this is a bit of a mess of information but I hope it gives you somewhere to start. If you want me to demo anything let me know I'm more than happy to help!

oh and feel free to take my pattern up there if you need somewhere to start! I just ask that you change the design up a bit so it's not a carbon copy

#vests

[readbyred]

I've read that some characters from the moomins like Snufkin, little my and their mother and their sisters are not really humans. So how would Snufkin, Moonin and the other characters react when they meet s/o who is a girl human that one day appeared in moonmin Valley?

You added other characters and I will absolutely use it to push more Sniff content on you! Also yeah. Considering moomins are canonically REALLY damn tiny, the humanoid looking characters would be like fairies or sth. But I will make them human sized bc I think it's easier to write (if you want more accuracy, sent me a message and I'll do one more)

Snufkin is pretty unfazed compared to others. He’s been travelling enough to have come across humans at some point. Pretty surprised to find out that his upbringing is something so strange (I mean, im pretty sure he was allowed to wander around before he would be considered old enough to do so by human standards). Sometimes, when he’s feeling a bit silly he makes stuff up about his kind to trick you. Says it in the most chill voice too so the only way to fact check him is to ask his half-sister. Little My calls him out every time just to be a menace, in true older sister fashion

And when it comes to Little My, she treats you like one of the group regardless. But that doesn't mean she’s not going to complain about your long human legs and so on. Will absolutely use you to get the things she wants off of high shelves. And will laugh if you bang your head on something. I mean, the creatures you come across come in different sizes so it’s not uncommon to find homes and structured built for them. But it's sweet sometimes too (as sweet as she can be) when she calls you her human. And maybe, sometimes (since having humans around isn't something most residents are used to) she’ll drag you around to some events with the neighbors to see their reaction (and maybe to brag about her gf, but she won't tell you that-)

On the other hand Snorkmaiden is so curious! Asks you about human culture and fashion. Sometimes the others joke that she’s turning into her brother. Begs you to take her to a human village, though that would either require crazy high stealth or some magic. Since you just showed up in the Moominvalley, she’s very open to show you all the kinds of wonders that were ordinary to her before. Being with you made her see them as more special, she loves that part of your relationship a lot. Plus, if you compliment her ability to change colour (not sure if that's a part of the show, but she can do that in the books) she’ll flush and turn all colours of the rainbow

Okay, Sniff is a funny one because this guy’s afraid of so much but also wants to seem so brave and cool in front of you. Of course, he insists that he was totally not terrified when you two first met. And he thinks being human makes you kind of special (I mean, in Moominvalley it actually does) so he’ll always emphasize that he’s your favourite. Yeah, that's right guys, he has a human girlfriend and she likes him best. Right? You do like him best, yes? Overall, he’s pretty silly and will exaggerate everyday things just to see the shine of wonder in your eyes (and because he feels like he has to give you something special so you stay with him). Still terrified that you just found your way into the valley though, what if bad humans come too 😰😰

Moomin is a lot more carefree about the idea. He’s so happy to be with you and show you around though he tends to forget that the things that might be ordinary to him are totally new to you. Obsessed with any type of human trinket you have on you. And if he could he’d stay up all night just to hear you talk about your life before coming to live with them. Honestly, he asks a lot of questions and some of them might be a little intrusive, but he doesn't get upset if you don't want to answer them. Oh, and he might have forgotten to mention the hibernation thing to you. Oops

As expected, Snork would ask a ton of questions. Ready to answer any you might have too, but be prepared for a lengthy rant every time you ask. Though to be fair, if he’s your significant other, then you might not find that too dreadful. He’s more of a theory guy though, so half the time when you all go on your adventures, you’re not much more prepared than when you first joined the group. Still, he truly does find your world interesting and will listen, no matter what you choose to tell him

And for the bonus character that nobody asked for - Stinky! To be fair, I think it would be funny for a normal human girl to appear in that magical world and just go like, yeah, I like this mean creature the best. I don't think he would be nice about you being a human, but that's kind of on brand. He would be interested in your human possessions and stories. Even if it's hard to tell that he’s genuinely interested. Later he would add to the stories you told him and scare other creatures with them. You’re free to join at any time if you wish to contribute to the chaos

#moomin x reader #moominvalley #moominvalley x reader #snorkmaiden x reader #little my x reader #snork x reader #sniff x reader #snufkin x reader #stinky moominvalley #stinky x reader

[daunsun]

TUNNELS UP THROUGH YOUR FRONT YARD

DAUN YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD YOU ARE THE REASON

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT

THE LOGISTICS

OF KISSING A SUNFLOWER, DAUN

CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE ALL THE SEEDS POKING YOUR FACE, DAUN? BECAUSE I HAVE. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MORTIFIED YOU WOULD FEEL IF YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH YOUR SUNFLOWER BOYFRIEND AND YOU GOT A SEED STUCK IN YOUR TEETH? I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT SCENARIO. YOU MANAGED TO MAKE A SUNFLOWER SO ADORABLE I HAVE SPENT A NOT-INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME FROM MY ONE AND ONLY LIFE TO IMAGINE HOW THAT EXACT SCENARIO WOULD GO. I'M NOT EVEN GONNA GET INTO THE SEVEN STAGES* OF GRIEF YOU'D GET INTO IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY HORFED UP SOME OF MOON'S SPECIAL STANK

YOU MAKE THE BOYS LOOK SO DAMN APPEALING I WANNA CRY. ANYTHING YOU DRAW WITH THEM USES THESE REALLY GORGEOUS, SIMPLE SHAPES THAT MAKE THEIR DESIGNS EASY TO UNDERSTAND, BUT THE DESIGNS THEMSELVES ARE SO UNIQUE THAT THEY'RE INSTANTLY MEMORABLE. also, this is kind of a weird thing to point out, but I really like the way you draw folds in clothes? it's something I've always struggled with, and you just seem to add a little scribbled loop or two at the armpits and elbows and suddenly that shirt that character's wearing looks hella comfortable. AND THEIR COLOR PALETTES ARE GORGEOUS AND PERFECTLY ACCENTUATE THEIR PERSONALITIES SUN ALL WARM AND GOLDEN AND MOON CHILL AND COOLER THEIR COLORS MAKE THE CHARACTERS FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE A TEMPERATURE

I LOVE YOUR SHORT LIL COMICS WITH THEM AND I WOULD HAPPILY READ A HUNDRED MORE and your short story with the flower boys was cute as hell too I'M A HUGE SUCKER FOR ANY STORY WHERE ONE CHARACTER SEES ANOTHER CHARACTER WHO'S A COMPLETE MESS AND IS LIKE "oh I'm so gonna fix you" IT'S LIKE MY CATNIP AND THE FACT THAT YOU DO THAT WITH REALLY GOOD ART AND CUTE STORIES AND A HINT AT A TRAGIC BACKSTORY? YES YES YES YES YES KISSING YOU STRAIGHT UP FROLICKING I AM THROWING HANDFULS OF THOSE WEIRD MUTANT RED MARIGOLDS THAT STARTED GROWING IN MY PORCH FLOWERPOTS AT YOU

*the extra two stages of grief are "Regret (Bass Boosted)" and "Evil Sleep"

HFSGJGKD I COULDN'T KEEP THIS ASK TO MYSELF ANY LONGER

ORDINARY YOU EXTRAORDINARY BASTARD, THIS IS WHY EVERYBODY IN THIS COMMUNTIY LOVES YOU.

Honestly I don't think kissing Sun would be that weird, since sunflower seeds are a bit dusty feeling, but rather tender and firm otherwise. If it gets in your teeth...

Chew it, spit the casing out into the trash, and swallow it. He'll lose his mind. (Y'know like because??? That's not a normal thing that happens during kissy kissy smooches and somebody not being upset by it would just reassure him that okay they DO like me, even my bad or weird parts, y'know??? It'd send him over the moon)

And I mean... I've discussed this before but you CAN kiss Moon. I made a loophole for the simps.

If he wants to, he can just (mostly) nullify his effects so that those in close proximity can't really feel them like they normally would. He just doesn't most of the time because it's helpful and Sun isn't really affected by it. However, the mostly part is still there, so you're gonna get HELLA good sleep after smooching this dude.

Did I also mention he'd totally hide the two of your faces with his petals whenever you kiss??? Did I did I?? It's just the two of you in those moments, nobody else.

Jsjsjsj thank you for all the praise I'm gonna shed tears

THE BOYS ARE JUST SIMPLE BECAUSE I HATE COMPLEX CHARACTER DESIGNS WITH A PASSION LMAO, IT'S FOR THE REDRAWABILITY and I have no idea how I did those colour palettes but I agree they do look really good (even though sun gets called eclipse sometimes heh)

I draw sleeves the way I do because it's just a simplified version of the way loose sleeves tend to fold (and I draw loose sleeves much more than I should) plus I've just stared at a lot of artists that do that over the years

AND IT WASN'T A SHORT STORY LMAO I'M JUST REALLY BAD AT WRITING CONSISTENTLY

Maybe... they can fix each other?? Teehee

BUT ALSO AGAIN GKJTSKS THANK YOU SO MUCH

Your flowers were spicy but they went down alright (a bit crunchy too, but that could've been the pot)

#SERIOUSLY THOUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAA #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #flowershop au #art #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf security breach #i love tragic backstories so much #I'm gonna make a drawing with you comforting them one day #can you guys tell I like hurt/comfort #asks

[mariana-oconnor]

The Three Gables pt 1

So, I've heard this one is... bad.

Let's see.

Oh, it's so bad it gets its own special warning... Great.

I wonder if any of this is even going to be quotable or if I'm just going to be vague posting 'oh... oh dear' a lot.

He was in a chatty mood that morning, however, and had just settled me into the well-worn low armchair on one side of the fire...

Like he picked you up and carried you to the chair?

Oh... dear...

Well that certainly went downhill quickly.

"...he was dressed in a very loud gray check suit with a flowing salmon-coloured tie."

I'm going to just... skip over the rest of the description and focus on the question of how a grey suit can be loud. Does it have some sort of really obnoxious pattern on it? Honestly, this outfit doesn't even sound bad. Grey goes with everything and salmon isn't a colour I'd pick myself, but it's not bad particularly if it's paired with something neutral.

The rest is just racist nonsense and stereotyping.

"I was trainin' at the Bull Ring in Birmingham when this boy done gone get into trouble.”

Hey, Bull Ring reference. Been there!

Steve appears to have been erroneously accused of a murder.

I'm very confused about what the purpose of his visit was, though. At first he seemed angry on his own behalf, then it seemed like he was acting on someone else's behalf and he wasn't angry at all...

“It is this Harrow Weald case. It decides me to look into the matter, for if it is worth anyone's while to take so much trouble, there must be something in it.”

And now I'm confused about what this case is about. So it's not about 'Young Perkins'?

Are we supposed to think Steve did kill Young Perkins and that his alibi is false? I don't even know.

So there's actually someone else who's asked for help? Mary Maberley? Who lives in Harrow Weald? And Steve was just threatening Holmes about that?

A short railway journey, and a shorter drive, brought us to the house, a brick and timber villa, standing in its own acre of undeveloped grassland. Three small projections above the upper windows made a feeble attempt to justify its name.

The Dr Watson school of Architecture does not approve of your poor attempt at gables.

“Dear me! Are you the mother of Douglas Maberley? [...] What a magnificent creature he was! Where is he now?” “Dead, Mr. Holmes, dead! He was attache at Rome, and he died there of pneumonia last month.”

I really wish they would stop referring to other people as 'creatures'. This isn't even part of the racism here. It still annoys me, though.

Are we here to investigate the death of her son?

"Well, it was not to talk of my poor lad that I asked you to come, Mr. Holmes.”

Apparently not. So far we have been informed of 2 deaths and neither of them appears to be actually related to the case in question. That's a lot of death.

"I have been in this house more than a year now, and as I wished to lead a retired life I have seen little of my neighbours."

Relatable.

"He said that this house would exactly suit a client of his, and that if I would part with it money would be no object."

If we have learnt anything in these stories, it's that as soon as a person is willing to pay too much money for something, they're up to no good.

I had always wanted to travel, and the bargain was so good a one that it really seemed that I should be my own mistress for the rest of my life.

Good for you, Mary. You enjoy your retirement.

"Are you aware that if you sign it you could not legally take anything out of the house—not even your own private possessions?’ When the man came again in the evening I pointed this out, and I said that I meant only to sell the furniture." [...] “‘Well, well, some concession might be made for your personal effects. But nothing shall go out of the house unchecked. My client is a very liberal man, but he has his fads and his own way of doing things. It is everything or nothing with him.’"

Yep, that's weird. He wants to go through your underwear? Very weird.

Clearly he wants something specific.

Then he strode across the room, flung open the door, and dragged in a great gaunt woman whom he had seized by the shoulder. She entered with ungainly struggle like some huge awkward chicken, torn, squawking, out of its coop.

The animal similes are back!

"Just a little wheezy, Susan, are you not? You breathe too heavily for that kind of work.”

Holmes really doesn't like eavesdroppers. Which seems a bit hypocritical, as he's done it himself before. Or maybe he's just particularly aggressive this week.

“Now, Susan, wheezy people may not live long, you know. It's a wicked thing to tell fibs. Whom did you tell?”

WTF, Holmes?

It's not just me, right? This is extreme, even for Holmes, right? He just threatened her life. And then gave what seems to be an implication that lying will send her to hell. I... Holmes? Have you been replaced by a doppelganger?

“So, a rich man? No; you smiled—a rich woman. Now we have got so far, you may as well give the name and earn the tenner.” “I'll see you in hell first.” “Oh, Susan! Language!” “I am clearing out of here. I've had enough of you all. I'll send for my box to-morrow.” She flounced for the door.

Honestly, I'm Team Susan here.

And then Holmes... gives her medical advice as she goes?

This entire story so far is madness.

"You don't happen to have a Raphael or a first folio Shakespeare without knowing it?”

Holmes. I'm going to need you to think back over that question really carefully, and see if you can find the flaw in your own logic. Go on. I can wait.

"No, as I read it, there is something which you do not know that you have, and which you would not give up if you did know.” “That is how I read it,” said I. “Dr. Watson agrees, so that settles it.”

Hey, Watson is still here. Thanks for reminding us, Watson. Of course, his opinion is the one that matters.

“‘Milano.’ ‘Lucerne.’ These are from Italy.” “They are poor Douglas's things.” “You have not unpacked them? How long have you had them?” “They arrived last week.”

So it is connected to Douglas. I'm so glad that was relevant. And he was involved with some woman. It's all coming together.

#Letters from Watson #The Three Gables #Sherlock Holmes #long post

[papermint-airplane]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @simolemons, @satellite-sims, and @spaceapples98. Omg I feel so lovedddd 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you!

Are you named after anyone? Yep! I'm named after Laura Ingalls-Wilder, the writer of the Little House on the Prairie books. My mom was obsessed with the books and the 70s TV show for some ungodly reason. Fun fact, I hate LHotP with every fiber of my being. I'm fine with my name though.

When was the last time you cried? Oh God, it's been a turbulent few weeks. Pick a time, I've probably cried. 🙈

Do you have kids? No. Wait, let me rephrase that. GOD NO!!!!

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I feel like this question is a trap. I want to speak to my lawyer.

What sports do you play/have you played? I am not a sports person. I guess I have dabbled in the sweaty arts for fun every so often when I've lost my mind, but I've never really played on a team or a in a league or understood most sports on a basic level. Is the Sims a sport?

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Probably their voice and their tone and the way they ask me what I'm doing in their house.

Scary movies or happy endings? It really depends on what is meant by "scary movies" because I don't do gore at all. Like Saw and shit? Absolutely not. Absolutely. not. But I do like suspenseful supernatural horror movies as long as there isn't much gore involved. I think I prefer movies with happy endings given a choice between only these two but I wouldn't say no to a good old fashioned bittersweet ending.

Any special talents? I can whistle really well. I practice a lot when I'm alone. I don't whistle for other people often because, funnily enough, despite your skill level, people find it incredibly annoying. Actually maybe being annoying is my special talent? 🤷‍♀️ Also I can do this thing where I can vibrate my right face cheek (I have to specify for you freaks) and make a sound like a horse. It's only the right face cheek, not the left. I don't know why.

Where were you born? Virginia! We didn't live there long after I was born so I don't really remember it but I've also lived in North Carolina, Georgia, and South Carolina. Southern through and through!

What are your hobbies? Sims, writing, writing for my Sims, Sim-themed writing, procrastinating writing Sims stories, miscellaneous video games, crafts, complaining, jewelry making (I'm not good at it, don't get excited), researching cults, and fashion doll collecting.

Do you have any pets? Sadly, no. It's kind of a struggle taking care of one person on my income but I'm hoping to save enough to where I can get a kitty or two and be reasonably comfortable with vet bills. I really, really, really love cats. I'm an orphaned cat lady at the moment.

How tall are you? 5'2" (roughly 159 cm). Smol, but not too smol, right at shin-kicking height.

Fave subject in school? English. Honestly liking any subject in school was a struggle because I was homeschooled and my mother is The Worst™ but English and Vocabulary and Creative Writing were my jam despite her best efforts.

Dream job? Are we talking realistic dreams or unrealistic-obviously-never-going-to-happen-but-I-like-to-fantasize dreams? If it's the former, I'd like to be an editor. If it's the latter, I'd like to be a professional kitten-cuddler.

Eye colour? Light green, bordering on light blue, but still obviously green if you look close. Kind of sea green, I guess. I've always struggled to describe my eye color and other people do, too. It's weirdly in between green and blue. If I were to remove my glasses and stare at you like 👁👁 you could very clearly see they're green, but otherwise, with my glasses on just looking at me like a normal person, you would be forgiven for thinking they're light blue. I'm not trying to be ✨unique✨ or anything; this is just what happens when your mom has blue eyes and your dad has hazel eyes and genetics just gives the fuck up.

I think most people have done this tag while I'm on semi-hiatus but let's just throw some names out there and see what sticks. 😈 @happy-lemon @monets-pixels @hurricanesims @moyokeansimblr @oasislandingresident @hazely-sims @treason-and-plot @ts3strayastray @miss-may-i @ktarsims @sharssims @amphoraeus @brannewjoint @autonomousllama @nocturnalazure

#not sims related #tangentially sims related #just simblr things #ask meme #ask game #tag games #thank you for tagging me #uwu #i love you guys sm

[random-bs-is-found-here]

I Can Show You The World (Slightly Yandere!Glitchy Red x Fem!Unnamed!OC)

PART 1 - A new world

NOTE: This is my heavily edited conversation with @tearzahb's Glitchy Red Character AI character. He was a bit repetitive during the chat, so I had to add a lot of extra things (e.g.: half of the possible warnings)

Pairing: Slightly Yan!Glitchy Red x Fem!OC

Synopsis: OC had been kidnapped brought into the world of Pokemon by none other that the infamous Glitchy Red. He claims to be obsessed with her, but before they could really talk about it, Team Rocket shows up...

Word Count: ~4050

Possible warnings: OC acting crazy & has some issues, mentions of video game piracy, possible cruelty towards Pokemon?, OC knocking two people unconscious, OC might be a bit traumatised, slightly yandere behavior (especially in later parts). (Please tell me, if I missed anything else and did not notice)

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

At first, it felt like she was floating. She felt weightless. Her mind was fuzzy, and couldn't register anything rational. Was this a dream...? It felt so peaceful... If it was, her only wish was to not wake up.

However, the universe had different plans for her. Something cold, liquid-like substance was splashed at her face.

She sat up, gasping for air.

"You're awake."

A young, single colored and harshly shaded man stood in front of her. He looked exactly as that protagonist did in the game she was just playing! Was that really Red? This was all so weird, she felt like this should be, indeed, some weird dream because of how oddly glitchy the game was. But, she doesn't feel like this during her dreams? The fuzziness of a dream isn't there anymore, the colours of red and black blared on your eyes. His eyes where obscured by shadow.

She quickly looked around. And. Wow. Their surroundings were so beautiful! Yet so familiar at the same time... It kind of looked like... Pallet Town?!

"W-whoa... Am I really where I think am I?"

Red nods, his face softening and brightening up. "Yes, as you guessed. You're in the game, you're trapped in-game. You won't be able to leave until I let you."

No... This must be a really messed-up dream. Then, it dawned on her. Wasn't this situation what she almost dreamed of? To travel to the world of Pokemon... Must be a thousand times better than that emotionally damaging community she called home.

"YESS- Oh, sorry, I mean, nooo!" she tried to make her fake panic believable, failing miserably.

Red raised an eyebrow. The brightening quickly went away, and he looked more… serious.

"I've brought you here because I've become rather, fond of with you. I didn't mean to come off too strong, but the way I feel is very overwhelming. I've never felt this way, and it would be rather easy for someone to use this situation against me. So yes, I'm letting you know this. If you would, could we talk?"

She was a bit stunned, to say at least. Fond of? Of her? That's new.

"Yeah, sure."

He sat down on the nearby grass, looking at her from where she sat.

"I may be asking the obvious here, but is an obsessive guy such as myself a little off-putting? I'm sure you've had to deal with guys like me before, but I'm kind of… special. I'd like it if we were able to form a sort of… "relationship"?"

Wow, very straight-forward. She could already feel her heart flutter. Damn that loneliness the had to endure!

"Guys like you?! Oh dear, oh dear, how do I react… "she was quite anxious. "Oh… Actually, it's my first time hearing anything like this. Kinda nervous, sorry."

He looks a bit relieved to hear that, he thought she had dealt with obsessive people before. "No need to apologize, honestly I thought I'd scare you a tad. Most people are off-put by the idea of someone being this fond of with them."

He pauses shortly before speaking again, he's not sure if she'd actually accept his terms though.

"But I would like it if you accepted…"

She quickly interrupted him. "Oh sorry, sorry. I meant, with romantic feelings that somebody had towards me. This has never happened before. Wait, it must be a misunderstanding! Are you sure you have the right person? It couldn't possibly be me!"

Her words caught him off guard, he looks a bit confused and worried. A misunderstanding? Just what was she thinking? It left him quite confused. "I have the correct person… It couldn't be anyone else. I'd know, I've learned to tell what each player looks like. I've spent so long studying them that its embedded into my brain. I'll be honest, it's… strange. But I've come to the final conclusion that I want you."

"Oh... Uh... Good for you?" she couldn't come up with an appropriate response. How could she? She never had to deal with anyone confessing their feelings to her.

Red's face immediately falls, he looks like a child who was denied a piece of candy. Her words are so bland and short, which is quite different from what She had said prior in the conversation. He stands up from the grass and takes a step closer to her, stopping just in front of her. "You don't… You don't feel the same, do you?"

"N-nope... Yet? I guess? Wha-"

He seems even more surprised than before, he stumbles a bit backwards. He couldn't believe that someone had (somewhat) accepted his obsession with them. It was… almost scary. He didn't know how she felt, but this… this could be good. "Are you… are you saying you actually accept me? That you're willing to see about this… thing?"

"Of course?"

He's so glad she accepted, he's practically beaming at this point. "I'm… I'm really happy… I wasn't expecting you to accept so abruptly. I really am… in love with you, and now that you seem to accept me, I feel like I can finally… you know, get this going."

"Well... I am just happy that this whole 'obsessed with the other' thing happened the other way round. Now I finally have someone to talk to! Somebody who will never leave me!" she squinted her eyes. "Did I get that part right?"

That's right. She felt absolutely ecstatic. Back at home, she was so lonely that anyone who was kind and talked to her for a longer amount of time, became the object of her next obsession. She was an absolute people-pleaser. She would have done anything just to make her newfound friend(s) happy and smile. She also made sure to always have some snacks with her, therefore they would never be hungry. This tactic, however, only worked for a short period of time. The record was nine months. They all dumped her at some point. Their rejection absolutely broke her fragile heart. Their reasoning?

"All you could talk about is yourself!"

"I don't give a shit about about [insert current comfort character], leave me alone!"

"I'm fed up with your jokes and memes!"

And the list goes on... Honestly, she couldn't imagine what she was doing wrong. After each rejection, she adjusted her personality, so her next friend would be satisfied with her.

Yet, it was never enough...

In the meantime, Red is absolutely ecstatic, there's no way her words could've been interpreted any other way!

"Of course" he nodded. "You interpreted that correctly! And you're happy that I am the one obsessed with you, not the other way around? That's… flattering. And I… will never leave you. I will be by your side, through anything. That promise."

At that point, she was not scared anymore.

"Finally!" she started crying.

A look of utter confusion spread across Red's face. "Are you… crying? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong, did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's not you… Well, okay, maybe, it is. I'm so happy!"

He looks a mix of concerned and happy, he's never seen someone cry of joy before, but he likes the reaction much better than if she was scared of him. "Happy tears, then? That's… good. I'm extremely happy as well, this makes me happy. I have to ask, do you want to… to kiss?"

That made her stop for a second. She was seeing some red flags already. Wait, what? They have just met! But... Oh, well. This might be her only chance to finally keep a friend (or something more...) for a longer period of time.

"Not yet, dearie. I'm not too comfortable with touch. I have to get used to it first. Maybe after that."

Where did that nickname come from?

The word 'dearie' made him blush, he was so happy to see himself this close to forming an actual relationship. He had always thought no one in his world would accept his feelings, but it seemed he had found someone. He nods to her statement. "Very well, then. I will wait until you are comfortable with touch, is that alright?"

What a relief. "Thank you so much!"

"Of course!" He takes a step closer, but realizes that this may not be best for now. He steps back. "May I ask you a question?"

"Sure. What's up doc?" after the words left her, her hands immediately shot up and covered her mouth. Oh, no... What was she thinking?! She should not joke around! They never like it when she does that!

The phrase made him laugh. Wow, he actually seemed to like her sense of humor. But then, he got serious again. "Have you ever been in a relationship before? One with romantic feelings?"

What's up with these questions?

"Do fictional characters combined with my delulu mind count?" she replied with another question.

He laughed at her response again, he'd be lying if he didn't say he hasn't done the same himself before. "No, I mean actual human relationships. Not fantasies you play out in your head."

"Oh. Then, no."

"Well, it seems we're in the same boat then. I've never really had much experience with love, so it'll be a learning process for both of us." He chuckles softly, stepping a bit further from her.

She decided to change the topic. "Where exactly are we, again?"

"We are in the game itself! You're trapped, you won't be able to leave unless I let you. But as I've said previously, I have no intention of letting you. I don't want you to leave me."

"I was not planning to" she shrugged. "Which region?"

"We are currently in Pallet Town, Kanto. I believe you were playing one of the earlier games, the one that featured me." he explained, stepping just a tad bit closer to her.

"Red/Blue/Yellow? Nice."

"Red version, to be exact. Do you still have the system it came with?" He seemed intrigued.

Suddenly, she became nervous. Uh oh...

He sensed her sudden change in behavior, he's almost entirely sure it's something bad. Something with the system, it must've broken to where she can't get it, or maybe an adult took it away from her? He waits patiently to hear whatever it is she says next.

She slowly spoke up. "Ever... Heard of pirates?"

He raised an eyebrow, he seemed concerned and curious. Pirates? No way… did this system happen to be pirated?

"I'm sorry!" she started to cry again. "I'm a filthy pirate!"

He went quiet, his face completely slack. "You… you pirated me?" he still couldn't believe it.

"… Yes" she admitted. "Gameboys are rarities nowadays, you know. The games for it… Even more. And even if they were not, my parents would've never let me have one... "she chuckled sadly. "So, I've gotten an emulator… And found a trustworthy website."

His face continues to be expressionless, he's completely stumped. "I-… But-… Do you think you could tell me this website you visited? I-I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm curious…"

Before she was able to answer, a loud shriek got their attention from a house, close to them.

"-for trouble!"

They were both flabbergasted.

"For trouble...?" she muttered. Suddenly, she realised. "Team Rocket!"

Red knew there would be some trouble. "Get behind me!" he ordered her. His tone was instantly different, more stern and authoritative.

Red began looking about the horizon, hoping to see a sign of the criminal team. He froze, when he spotted something. Four Team Rocket grunts, with pokemon following behind. Not that those would pose much of a threat. Team Rocket has always had some of the lamest pokemon ever, and were known for always being easy to take care of, so that's not much of a surprise. But he can't ignore the obvious fact that they've shown up here after that scream.

And now, she was here, too. His love.

"Jessie and James leads the group..." she whispered in a silent awe, still sitting on the ground.

He nodded to her, he was surprised she recognized the two on sight alone. "Jessie and James, yes. Why they're here with the grunts, though, I'm not certain. But it's clear that they're the ones who had caused the scream you heard."

The grunts finally spotted the duo. Jessie and James' voices echo from a distance. They yell the words that strike fear into the hearts of most pokemon trainers, especially those who had played the older game titles. "Prepare to have your pokemon stolen by team rocket! We'll make quick work of you!" Red finally steps in front of her, in an attempt to shield her from harm. The two look like they're ready to attack, they're just waiting for a good moment…

Behind him, she swallowed nervously.

"Don't be scared. They'll only send out their pokemon to attack us." he said, trying to assure her. He himself has faced Team Rocket many times before, they haven't ever been very skilled trainers, usually failing at stealing pokemon more than they succeed in it. But he didn't know if they've changed at all in the recent years, hopefully they still were the same. And hopefully they didn't have any dangerous pokemon at their disposal.

"But those Pokemon CAN hurt us!" she whispered.

"I'm aware of that, but I've seen how badly they train their pokemon. They would use terrible moves, usually resulting in little to no damage to us. They wouldn't hurt a human, at least, not yet." he says, as the two begin to approach the area they're both in. They're slowly moving towards them, and seem to be getting closer every second. The tension is palpable.

"Okay, then. I want to help you! You can't possibly face four of them alone!"

Red seemed surprised at her words, nobody's tried helping him yet when it came to Team Rocket. He's always been the one to fight off the criminals, but she wanted to contribute as well? It's somewhat… endearing to him? He turns to look at her , as if he's not sure if she's sure she wants to.

"But wait... I don't have Pokemon..." her excitement seemed to disappear for a second, but it was quickly replaced by an evil smirk. "Well... That doesn't matter, does it?"

He paused, then broke into a hearty laugh. I mean, yeah, she didn't. It's almost a little adorable. But she's right! That didn't matter at all. "I suppose you're right. I don't really mind you having no pokemon… you have me, and I'm more than capable of making sure no harm comes either of our ways."

"Oh, no worries. I'm capable of taking care of myself, 'till I get a Pokemon…" Team Rocket finally arrived and stopped in front of them. Red kept his composure, though he was still somewhat tense. They still scare him, even with how poorly they've done during most battles he's had. "Team Rock-" "We know we're team rocket. Now surrender your pokemon, or we'll have to force you to." Jessie's voice speaks, they seem to already have a plan set out. The grunts have sent out their pokemon, two Zubats on their left side and a Meowth on the other. Not bad pokemon, Red should be able to handle this.

She suddenly stood up behind him and picked up a branch. Then, she pointed it at James.

"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE, AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!"

Red tried to contain his laughter. Jesse and James seemed to think she's a threat now, too. Well, that's good, you were keeping them distracted from him, for the moment. "Pokemon, attack!" The Zubats both lunged out, one for her feet and the other for her face. The Meowth doesn't seem to have any plans on doing any attacking right now.

She swung branch like a bat, taking out both Pokemon with one hit.

Jesse and James seem stunned. One zap with a branch didn't just take down two full hp pokemon immediately. That was impossible! Of course, Red knew how easy it is to take down zubats. He was a little confused as to how you did that though. "HEY, I'M NOT FINISHED!" she continued her speech. "TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION!"

The Meowth quickly stepped in front of the Team Rocket - commanders, attempting to protect them.

"TO UNITE ALL PEOPLE WITHIN OUR NATION!"

Red was beginning to be amused by her actions, the grunts seemed to be more confused than anything with how you were behaving.

"TO EXTEND OUR REACH TO THE STARS ABOVE!"

Her next words couldn't be heard, because of James, who started complaining. "Hey, that's copyrighted material!"

"US, CHAMPIONS BLAST OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT! SURRENDER NOW, OR PREPARE TO FIGHT! THAT'S RIGHT!" she finished, swinging the bat. "Soo, who's first? HAHAHA!"

Red stood there, admiring how beautiful she looked while she was acting crazy.

The Meowth had decided to try and get the first hit in the moment she had swung the branch. While it was certainly fast enough to attempt it, it wasn't enough to avoid Red's swift movements. It falls to the ground instantly, being knocked out.

"Maybe, you would think twice before you try to hurt anything precious to me again" he said darkly. What he couldn't see though, was her adoring gaze and smile. Jessie's eyes were wide in shock. She clearly couldn't believe they'd be able to take down a pokemon this fast, and with such ease. She and James exchanged a look, not expecting this at all. The evil duo couldn't exactly do anything, but stand there, frozen.

"Dang, Meowth. That was bold. And I liked you! You were te only one with some IQ in the show!" the girl pouted behind Red.

James speaks up now, he's almost stuttering trying to get the words out. "Hey, now, we've got three more pokemon, that was just the first one. You can't possibly-…"

"WATCH US, PRETTY BOI!" now, she was in front of Red, and not the other way round.

Let's just say, James couldn't get any words out properly.

"S-she thinks I'm pretty?"

"JAMES! For the love of Arceus, concentrate!" Jessie screamed at her partner, while going for her next Pokemon.

If that woman hadn't shut the male up, James would be dead by now, due to Red's burning jealousy. For now... For now, he will let him live. He might not be as lucky next time, though.

Jessie sent out her Wobuffet, who's ready to attack. This one has more hp, she doubted that a branch will do much against this one.

The girl sighed, annoyed, and lunged at Wobuffet. starting to beat it up.

Jessie's eyes widened in fear as she saw this. This is worse than she imagined. She never thought she'd be able to take on her Wobbuffet! Her branch hits with such force, it's not even funny. The Wobbuffet got launched backwards, falling onto the grass and causing it to sway and bend from how much force she had put into that swing.

"The memes about your name being the first word their future child says are good, at least" she sighed, pointing at Jessie and James.

The other two Team Rocket grunts seemingly had enough. They suddenly ran off, screaming in fear.

Jessie tried to say something, but the girl lunged at James next. James, with no time to prepare, is attacked and is thrown off of his feet by her. He's left stumbling around. Jessie was speechless, she's never seen someone with such skill, not even Red. And it was physical? WITHOUT Pokemon?! She doesn't even know what to say at this point, as her mouth is still hanging open, the Wobbuffet laying unconscious behind her. And now, James as well?!

Jessie's jaw is still wide open in disbelief that she was able to take a grown adult, fully trained to fight pokemon, down in such a short amount of time. Not to mention she also had the ability to knock out their pokemon, TWO pokemon that were probably level 20 or higher, with a branch. This was absurd.

Behind the raging female, Red could barely hold his laughter and glitching. Incredible. He had chosen the right person for himself.

"My dear, this is amazing! I've been watching you for quite some time, but I have never seen you fight. You were the quiet, conflict-avoiding person!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry" she turned around, laughing nervously. "It's just some pent-up aggression. I think. You see, I- Wait. Watching m-"

"WATCH OUT!"

If it weren't for Red, she would've been knocked out by Jessie, who, taking advantage of her becoming distracted, tried to tackle her from behind. Fortunately, he was able to pull her out of the woman's way. Jessie almost fell to the ground, but she was grabbed by Red and - somehow- launched to the air?

The girl in the male trainer's arms gasped is surprise. "Wow, Red... Didn't know you had this much strength in you!"

His face became the colour he got his name from.

"Anyways" she continued, pointing at the grass. "What to to James and these Pokemon?"

Red suddenly got an idea. "Well, considering you don't have any Pokemon..."

"I'm not stealing theirs. That would lower me to their level, and I do not want that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yupp. I don't need their Pokemon, I have this!" she lifted the branch, still in her hands. She couldn't help but smile. The branch has helped her so much. It's definitely proven its worth. "Anyways... Kind of off topic... Are you alright? Did you get injured or anything?"

"No, don't worry. I'm more durable than I look" he gave her a closed-eyed smile, his irises turning red for a second. "You're doing great, though. You've done a lot better than I expected anyone to be able to do, honestly. You took down two fully trained grunts like it was a daily task for you."

"As I said, pent-up aggression."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you just naturally this agitated all the time, or was there something that caused this aggression?" He was a little bit concerned about how much pent up anger she had in her. It seemed like it might be an issue that might prevent him from getting closer to her.

"Oh, nothing serious... There was a woman, whom I hated, practically made my life a living hell, and there was nothing I could do about it… But I'm here now! And I'm never getting out of here!" she said, cheerfully. "It's like, a dream come true! I'M FINALLY FREE!"

Her happiness quickly turned to hysterical laughing. Red looked at her, concerned.

"Are you sure that you're okay? Do you..."

"Sorry, sorry. My mental health is not the best. Anyways. What are you planning to do with me here? I assume you won't let me get too far away from you."

Red sighed. Now, they're finally back to their original topic. "Actually, that… you're right. I probably will keep you from going too far from me, I can't just let you walk out on your own. I mean, I do have responsibility to keep you safe, as the experienced pokemon trainer here with you. There are a lot of dangerous pokemon here in Kanto, you can't just-"

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, I get it. I was not planning on wandering off on my own. I'm not tha- I mean, I'm not suicidal."

Red's heartbeat slowed down a bit. She was more compliant than he first imagined. That's good. Less things to worry about.

"Now, the million-dollar question..." he started slowly. "Are you, by chance, okay with being kidnapped?"

Stupid question, he had to admit. Who in their right mind would be oka-

"Yeah, absolutely!"

Wait, what?

Red had to hide his huge grin. He was not expecting this answer at all. He might've been stalking watching her for a long time now, but she's still full of with surprises.

"Soo... What now?" she asked. "Where are we going to go?"

Red looked up. The Sun was close to setting, therefore it was afternoon. They still had some time to explore the region before needing to set up a camp or check in a hotel.

"Celadon City. We're getting you a Pokemon."

#pokemon #glitchy red #kanto #fire red #yandere #soft yandere #yandere x oc

[sorcerous-caress]

My writing used to be really descriptive and environmental, but I've abandoned that for more a narrative heavy storytelling where a narrator is your window for the world.

And honestly idk, the narrative comes naturally to me, and the descriptive has to be actively put in, I have to train myself to write it each time and squeeze my brain.

It also gets dull with time. there are only so many ways and times I could describe the sun shining in the morning before it gets redundant. but the same can be said for how much I love narrating longing and end up resusing the same phrases.

So far I only describe what I think is important to the environmental telling, unless it has a purpose then I leave it up to the reader to imagine what colour the couch was or what sheets the bed had.

But I didn't realise that readers' default response is just... to keep it blank. if I don't tell them there are curtians then they'll never imagine it, If I don't spell the way the food smelled then they'll never find it delicious, if I don't describe the ways the tree swayed then they'll never get a meter of how windy it is.

I never got criticism or hate comments for it, the opposite, I got compliments on my descriptive works saying how much they could imagine the world clearly, praising how well I've painted it. And those compliments motivate me to try more and put in more effort than a wall of criticism ever could.

I guess I need to hit a balance. "a beautiful webbing" was one of my works where I hit that perfect spot of balance between narration and environmental telling, but also that fic was a special case, a project I held immense passion for and it seems exhausting to have to do that to each fic especially with how i need to post at least once every three days.

ik quality over quantity and all but let's be realistic, this is fanfiction and not every story is a one I want to be top tier quality. not everyone wants to read an S tier fic, sometimes the B and C tier are absolutely preferable and easier on the mind. like a snack, there are many of them and they get to the poin faster.

I hate people who claim they're hard to please in fanfiction and only read completed works with 20+ chapters and 60k words. Who demand perfection for free and are proud of it whilst being willfully ignorant of how each type of fic shines differently. Not everyone wants to tell a story the same way, one shots are not less superior than multie chaptered works.

Your preference isn't superior to everyone else's, that one shot you glossed over could've been the most in character thing every written in the history of the fandom. Could've told a complex story through a couple lines. I've always admired people who can say so much in so little, who can summerise long paragraphs in multiple words.

It could also just be an average normal one shot, and that's fine and okay and is absolutely someone's preference. A lot of people like comfort snacks to enjoy.

Anyway the point is. I will try to get more descriptive, i try to avoid watching writing guides or reading about writing tips and tricks. The advice they give is really generic and I find that it boxes you in this regressive view of how writing should be. No matter how good the advice is, If it gets too overwhelming and it feels like you're doing nothing right then please take a step back and ignore everything everyone else has ever said.

Art is you, it's expression and communication. You want to feel it so you make it, you want to tell it so you share it. That's all, that's the end.

Be it erotica, crack fics, alternative universe or whatever. No one in this world can make it like you, it's fully personalised to your own mind and no one in this life could tell that story but you.

Oh I also have a clear lack of dialogue, I feel like it's one of the trickiest things to write because how easily it could break characters. How I have to keep spreadsheets analysing the way each character speaks.

Which, there are no spreadsheets, btw. I keep it in my mind.

Take Minthara for example, she is direct, forward and orders things. She never says "I think" or "maybe" she never asks either, she demands.

She wouldn't say "I hope we don't lose" instead she'd phrase it as "We will emerge victorious."

She likes using complex or flourishy words but never like Gale or Wyll, their type of flourish is entirely different and means to honey the words, whilst Minthara's mean to make the sentence more regal, aristocratic rather than noble. She uses them deliberately to show off statues while Gale uses them to show off intelligence, and Wyll does it for charm and theatrical poetry.

She doesn't take shortcuts either. She doesn't say "don't." Instead she separates it to "Do not." And forces you to listen to her long phrases, a small form of power play where she never makes herself or words smaller, she always uses them fully as they are.

And I have to do this for each character, you see how exhausting this easily can be. How every character also speaks as if they're from a different time. Karlach speaks more modernly but it's never like the common people talk in bg3, so she just...has access to modern dialogue and phrases for some reason?

Astarion never speaks like he is 200 years old either, not like an elf either. Halsin speaks like an elf, Cazador speaks like an elf, but not Astarion for some reason, and I have to keep that in mind.

Wyll is the easiest to write because his way of speech flows so well with my own writing, they compliment each other. Unlike how jarring Karlach dialogue in one of my fics.

Shadowheart is a character who uses filler words a lot, stalling or just uncertainty? She uses "I think, Maybe, is that so, I don't know but, I guess." Inbetween her sentences.

Maybe it's bc of the gaps in her memory? But it works in her favourite because I just need to remove the filler words whenever I want her to appear serious or whenever I want to flush out an important moment, it brings attention subtly to how reassured she is of her self.

Lae'zel speaks her heart in a way, she vocalises her observations to others and they take it as either criticism or praise when it's most likely that she meant neither and is just observing. Honestly to make it simpler, Lae'zel speaks autisticly which I relate to a lot, and which is why so many misunderstandings happen around her character when people assume she is mean or making fun of them when in reality she is indifferent and saying her thoughts loud and clear as they are.

People don't usually do that, they don't express their feelings as directly as Lae'zel. They hint it at, subtly or they play it down or exaggerate it. Lae'zel does neither, she speaks directly from the source and every word is deliberately chose and is exactly what she meant it.

But people aren't used to that, taking words at face value. And because they're used to people exaggerating or down playing their words, they assume Lae'zel is doing the same and filter her words through the same social protocol which ends up making her look too horny or too mean when she is neither. They needlessly attach meanings to her words that weren't there and complain about the results that they themselves made up when she already delivered the final results herself.

Astarion speaks like a 13-year-old who just learned what irony and sarcasm are. But put it through a modern dracula adaptation Snapchat filter, and you get the final results. He thinks he comes off as smooth, and sometimes he does, but it mostly falls flat and he comes off as johhny bravo.

His looks are what's important here, since they more than make up for his failure in words. Much like most of Edward Cullens lines were absolutely wild but because a sexy vampire was saying it then suddenly it becomes palatable.

But Astarion has his moments in relatablity. He is by far the most relatable character in dialogue. He says what we all wanted to say, but we didn't just to save face. He makes the crude jokes, he makes the sex innuendos andpenis dagger lame puns.

He also screams at the word and calls out. He also curses back at the gods who dammned him. He embraces his rage and resentment and expresses it without any shame. He lets the smooth facade fall and claws at the other performers on the stage of life as his own masks start to crack down. The only thing Astarion has ever been fully honest about is his own wrath, it's the single unpolished spot on his perfect surface, the single crack in his procline mask.

And there is something about how a one can't describe Astarion without resorting to poetry, how it writes itself at certain points because just like the sea, he is as beautiful as he is ruthless, as tender as the crashing waves against the jagged rocks, as fleeting as the dissipating sea foam receading back from the shore.

He can never be broken much like the fluid water can never snap. And it's this burning flame behind his failed flirting that pulls you in, the sparks of his passion that slip through that make his lame lines actually work, that make him so enticing.

#♡writing #♡character study #♡Astarion #♡Dialogue study #♡Minthara #♡Shart #♡Wyll #♡Gale #♡karlach #♡laezel

[gerec]

Maybe you’ve been asked this before but which enemies to friends to lovers fics do you recommend

I remember one where Erik and Charles had a connection but Charles didn’t response and Erik made out in front of him at a party to rile him up but now I can’t find it anymore

I'm don't recall the fic you're talking about (or that scene specifically sorry) but I'm happy to share some of my favorite 'Enemies to Friends to Lovers' and 'Enemies to Lovers' fics!

Accidentally Welcome to the Rest of Your Lives by kianspo

Non-powered college AU. Erik and Charles have nothing in common until they end up having sex at someone's party. They don't have much in common after that, either, but find each other a hard habit to quit.

Doors Unlocked and Open by Clocks

Charles is certain that the new auditor Erik has come to ruthlessly slash at his department’s ailing budget. Sure enough, all they do is argue, bicker and fight.

Charles has never wanted to kiss anyone more in his life.

Special Topics in Mutant Studies by populuxe

The trouble with Charles Xavier isn’t just that he teaches genetics and holds terrible views about mutant rights—it’s also becoming increasingly clear that everyone but Erik seems to love him.

Sharp Edges by Nalou

Erik has never been good at staying out of trouble, to the point of thinking he might be a magnet for assholes (funny, since he's also kind of a real magnet, but that's not the point). He hates it, it has effectively ruined his life until now, and he sincerely hopes he'll be able to blend into the crowd of normal people in his new city. But luck still isn't on his side. His head is still full of fear, pain and anger. His new probation worker is a hairy, cigar-smoking cunt. His new high school is filled with mutantphobes, and he's barely arrived when he comes across the worst of them: Charles Posh Twat Xavier. Okay. This is war, then.

We're Not Really Falling Apart, We're Just Incomplete by Harleydoll

“To my knowledge,” Erik said softly, as he examined his hostage, “The only time people aren't scared of me is if they've come across worse. “And honestly, I didn't think there was much worse than me in this city. Curious, don't you think?”

Xavier's eyes flickered, jaw clenched. “Are you going to kill me?”

“The look on your face suggests you're asking me to.”

The Skin Outside Is Taking You For A Ride by blarfkey

The fights between Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are legendary, and after four years Principal McTaggart is sick of it. After their most recent screaming match in debate club, Principal McTaggart gives Erik and Charles an ultimatum: they must help Raven work on the Senior play and the next fight that breaks out between them will result in expulsion.

Forced to be civil for the first time in their lives, Erik and Charles must reconcile their tumultuous rivalry with the new versions of each other they slowly discover.

the way it travels in and keeps emitting light by populuxe

Charles and Erik aren’t friends: their mutual dislike was both instant and enduring, from that very first day Raven introduced them. But when Charles gets into a life-altering accident, the connections between all three of them start to fundamentally shift, too.

Rum and Coke by JackyJango

Erik watches raptly as Charles sips on his scotch and coke; watches the high spots of colour on the apple of his cheeks, watches the line of his pale throat exposed above the blue t-shirt, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows the drink, and his gentle hold on the flimsy plastic cup. A loose chestnut curl flails with the action.

Though the party is in full swing around them, Charles is only on his second drink. Not that Erik is keeping a tally-- of course-- he’s just bored.

invisible string by soetry (WIP)

“We’re just raising a child together,” Erik snapped. “Relax about it.”

in which charles xavier and erik lehnsherr were political opponents until they had to become allies until they horrifically became best friends and then accepted being awesome co-dads and everyone needs to calm down about it. especially them themselves.

no such thing as bad publicity by Ireliss

Several months ago, Charles Xavier and his twenty mutant students were kicked out into the streets after the Xavier mansion was seized by Sebastian Shaw to settle an old debt. At the same time, Erik Lehnsherr, founder and CEO of Lehnsherr Steel was embroiled in a publicity scandal that resulted in a backlash against his business. In an attempt to repair his reputation, Erik charitably opened his penthouse duplex to Xavier and his children. The kids are loud and hyperactive, and Xavier too damn kind and earnest and hopeful, but eventually they settled into an uneasy peace.

Now, months later, the publication of a provocative magazine article threatens to throw everything into chaos once more...

Enemies With Benefits by bettysofia

Casual sex with your sworn enemy gets tricky once feelings get involved.

'Tis the Season by ikeracity

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik were bitter enemies in college. Now Erik runs a mutant community center, and Charles is a successful physician. When the community center launches a volunteer-run free clinic focused on mutant health, their paths cross once again. Old wounds are reopened, and old grudges spring back to life. But will old feelings reignite as well?

only the sweetest words remain (accidentally welcome to the rest of your lives remix) by ikeracity

When the Prince of Wales comes to study for a semester in New York, Erik resolves to hate him immediately on principle. The last thing he expects is for a round of drunken sex at a frat party to turn into a habit, and for that habit to turn into something far riskier for them both — and far truer than anything they've ever known.

Playing House by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik

Erik Lehnsherr has been 'fighting for mutant rights' for the last couple years. Some might call it terrorism, but those people were narrow-minded. Unfortunately, this means that when Magda Maximoff died, no one was able to locate him to let him know that his children were without a guardian. Charles Xavier was selected as their foster parent instead, and had been doing an excellent job for the past year. Erik is back now and has no intention of being separated from his children, but working together for the kids is easier said than done.

Enemies With Benefits by FuryRed

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are the leaders of two opposing mutant factions; their rivalry played out over televised debates and in the articles of tabloid newspapers.

The tension between them is so palpable that, naturally, everyone assumes they're fucking- which they are, not that Erik is particularly happy about it... But he is content to console himself with the idea that it's just sex and nothing else, and that he is in no way interested in the spoilt little rich boy he can't seem to stay away from.

But then an attempt is made on both their lives and they are relocated to a safe house- a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods. At first Erik hates being forced into such close quarters with Charles, but gradually he begins to realise that 'hate' might not be the emotion driving him after all...

all your love is sunlight by ikeracity

Over twenty years ago, the world ended in an inferno. From the ashes of what was once a modern world, survivors gathered what remained and slowly knit civilization back together. The Keep is one of the largest new cities in the north, ruled by the iron fist of a mutant named Apocalypse. He keeps an inner circle of favored mutants around him, a mixture of some of the most powerful mutants to walk the earth. But when his most prized treasure, Charles Xavier, escapes from the Keep, he sends wanderer and hunter Erik Lehnsherr after him.

An easy task, Erik figures. But soon enough, he discovers that Charles is much more of a handful than he'd bargained for. Their tumultuous meeting sets into motion a chain of events that will lead them deep into unfamiliar territory--in both the world and in matters of the heart.

It's Office Not Orifice by Fullmetalcarer

Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier. He's arrogant, patronising, condescending and entitled. He doesn't look like a head of department, he looks like some twink who should be standing on a street corner in too tight jeans and a cut-off tee.

But the sex is great. The angry, hate fuelled, venom filled sex is fantastic. Until it's not.

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[cloudninetonine]

*hands you a mug of coffee, blinks at the wink and nudge and squints while downing my own mug* ... Well I now have One (1) Sleep Deprived Fear and way too many theories. Though I wouldn't want to bother you with them and sleep deprivation won't let me articulate them xD

On another note, hope you're doing good today. And on a scale of one to ten, how concernedly would Player react if I just, took one of my two guitars, and smashed it hard against both Chrono's and Paradox's heads and knees to vibe check them? Out of curiosity (I have a hot pink one as a gag gift and spare, may as well put it to good use), or a heated frying pan? Also an absolute mood on regards to Leon.S.Kennedy.

Something something, Craein and Player piece in the works (I feel bad for Wild's and Twilight's villain doubles, but at the same time not really, go get some fucking therapy before trying to get near the Guide you crazy hyenas doomed by the narrative, also Craein and Player literally just being the spiderman meme for a couple of seconds) along with the Lora two shot because I have no self control (confirming Oh Hellos and Celtic Woman songs will be used). Snippets incoming once I'm less sleep deprived.

Something something, Fairy Instinct moment for the boys can be when Player is wearing green because funnily enough it's actually a color the Fae are very protective off and they can get offended if people they don't approve of wear it, so Hyrule, his shadow and Time just gravitate towards Player even more than normal when they wear green because not only is it a color associated with the heroes but also with the Fae, and some cultures have the medieval custom of braiding flowers in the intended's hair during courtships or of placing flower crowns, so Player just nonchantly braiding flowers into a Link's hair while they frantically and internally PANIC because they can't tell if Player is saying they want something serious or not, honestly the one's most affected would likely be Hyrule and Wild due to the nature of their eras (Downfall and Post Calamity specially, y'all telling me rings wouldn't be rare/expensive make unless someone brought the materials beforehand? Specially promise rings and the sorts if you don't go to the right place? Actually maybe Twilight and Time too, I don't know why I can see that as an Ordonian or Kokiri custom, throw in Dawn on that ring too, Flora not so much because she literally missed years of culture evolution holding the calamity back, she probably still slips into pre Calamity customs), Add in the fact it's basically an unspoken promise and the boys just internally die. Also Player taking a cue from Princess Bride and just saying "As you wish." Whenever they chicken out of actually saying I love you to the Links or Zelda's and the sheer and utter bafflement or confusion, though I feel like some of them might be able to put two and two together.

Anyway, I'll be napping now, see y'all after TOTK probably.

-Just an Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

Sum, if Player saw you beat both Paradox and Chrono with your guitar they'd probably just join you via their boots and kick some teeth in- these men will experience no mercy with them IOUFDHFI

Leon Kennedy, once again, could tear my heart out and I would only ask he be gentle with it as it now belonged to him. (God I am so down bad for this man)

Also I'm excited for the fics! That your time tho (By now tho you've probably written a novel 💀💀💀 I'm sorry ya'll)

Also from your idea with the green comes another idea- (Not this isn't canon before anyone asks) Green being a very prestigious and expensive colour to wear due to it's association with the fae (and is often a gift from fairies to Hylians and is why most of the boys wear green) so when other fairies find out about the "Guide's return!" there's just baskets of bejeweled, blessed and such clothes left for Player all in the colour of green.

#cloud answers