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melchiordommik · 1 year

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Norm x Na'vi reader Headcanons

I cannot wait sorry aug

(My blog is all over the place in the fandom regard)

!GN!Na'vi reader from the Omaticaya clan!

!Not 100% connected to the canon!

You two met in the Pandora's forest while he was collecting samples and studying the flora. Even tho he was trained his whole life for direct contact with the Na'vi, he froze up when you approached him;

His Na'vi was all over the place due to the embarrassment and intimidation, although you didn't mind, he didn't seem threatening and you were curious to what he was doing;

You two talked a bit, the language barrier made it a bit difficult but you two made it work!

After the first meeting, Norm found himself wanting to go back to the forest more often than usual, hoping he would see you again;

You taught him some of the Omaticaya customs, including using a bow and arrow, and he was BAD at it, you did your best not to laugh about it, but it was so silly you two ended up giggling about it;

After a while Norm realized he was thinking about you more and more and when he did, he felt butterflies on his stomach. He was super embarassed about it and confided in Jake to talk about it, who promptly teased him in the Jake-Sully-way;

You felt the same about him, everytime you saw him your heart would race and you felt your ears getting hot, but you couldn't tell him about it, he wasn't even from your tribe, how would your parents and tribemates feel?

Norm was the first to confess, and he did it in Na'vi, he was fully expecting a bad reaction and to never see you again but you accepted him, both of you looked deep into eachother's eyes for a moment and you just knew Ewya had put him in your way for a reason;

You two had a make-out session at the forest, and it was amazing, you never had felt this way for a man before, you didn't care where he was from, all it mattered was now, and he was deeply in love with you;

His funny and nerdy self continued to win you over everyday since then;

You two flew around Pandora with your Ikran, at first he was scared, but after taking off he was more excited than you after your own ceremony!

You ended up learning more about his home planet Earth, he didn't seem to hold it into high regard, you reassured him afterwards, that place seemed sad;

Norm secretly made tons of video-diaries talking about you after everyone was asleep, if you could only see those dreamy-in-love eyes he made when he spoke your name;

He also started gaining a bit more of mass on his avatar body and he got more skilled at traversing Pandora, all thanks to you;

You two are just dorks in love and he couldn't imagine being without you!

Hope this was at least decent! I'm not that good of a writer haha

I can write requests aswell if anyone has them!

Thanks for reading

#norm spellman #norm #norm spellman x reader #avatar #james cameron avatar #norm x reader #na'vi reader #na'vi avatar #na'vi

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royaltysuite · 1 year

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Hiya! It's the anon who requested the Park Joong Gil NSFW request and I loved it soo much!!. I am back with another request, if you don't mind! 😝😝

So can you do a fluff/romantic imagine this time of Joong-Gil and reader being connected by the red thread of fate and being soulmates forever. Thanks again! 😃

I'm glad that you loved the previous oneshot. Thank you so, so much for requesting another one. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did with the last one.

Summary: A cold, stoic man with a bubbly, cheerful woman....What are the odds that the two were fated to be with each other? At a team bonding trip, Y/n is put in the spotlight about her lovelife and as she begins to shy away from the conversation, Jung-gil joins in and shuts it down with a couple words and a kiss...

Warnings: None except for overwhelming fluff and romance.

A/N: Commissions are always open! Send me a message with your choice along with your request. Also, if you want to be added to the blog's taglist, leave a comment on this post.

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Y/n's Pov

"Everyone, listen up. The Director has decided that since we've met her expectations of the team's performance, she is rewarding us with a vacation......as a team. So, go ahead and finish up the last bit of work you guys have then pack. Meet me near Seoul Tower in an hour." Ryeon announced, her tone dead though the look in her eye said different.

"A vacation? Hmm..." I chimed, surprised by the announcement. "Yeah, I thought it was a joke at first, but the Director doesn't really make jokes." "Okay then, I'm gonna go home and pack a bag. I'll see you and the guys later."

Standing from my chair, I grabbed my pass and reports before stalking out of the office and down the hallway. As I continued my stroll, I found myself in the grand hall where as usual, reapers filled the area. I walked up to the main desk. "Here you go, Mr.Baek. The modified reports on the incoming souls. I didn't realize how big a mistake I missed in the original draft."

The silver-haired octuplet hummed in approval and accepted the papers from my hands. "Anyways, how are you doing today? Are you getting enough sleep?" I trailed off into a small conversation and soon, an hour passed.

Making my way up to Seoul Tower, at the top of the hill, I could see the figures of the Risk Management team and a few other reapers. "Did I get here late?" I asked, noticing everyone standing around.

"No, everyone is here. Come, the hotel's this way." Jun-woong replied. He led everyone to the nearby hotel and just by the look of the building, it was pretty expensive. We all entered the hotel and received our room keys from another Baek octuplet. As I made my way up to my room, I ran into a solid figure.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I gasped in shock, not expecting anyone to be there. "Watch where you're going, ya runt." The man in front of me snarled. The comment threw me off and I blinked, not sure of how to respond. My silence seemed to tick him off even more than necessary.

He began making his way towards my still figure as the hall filled with even more bodies. Ryeon and the others soon joined the crowd and went to put space in between me and the guy. That is, until a familiar face appeared.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" A deep voice spoke from behind me. Turning around, I came face-to-face with Jung-gil. I was surprised at the sight of him and so was the other guy. So surprised that he managed to slink away from the large crowd.

"Was that guy bothering you?" Jung-gil asked. "Not really, I just bumped into him by accident and he called me a runt. Other than that, I'm fine. What are you doing here? I thought you were escorting souls tonight."

"I was. I just finished up so I could join you." He said, placing his hands around me. "Aww, you didn't have to do that." I was awed by the small confession, seeing how out of character it was of him to admit. Standing on my tip-toes, I placed a kiss on his cheek. Small gasps rang out and I was reminded that it wasn't just Jung-gil and I in the area.

Peeking out from over his shoulder, I saw Jun-woong and Ryung-gu with their jaws dropped and Ryeon looking proud. The remaining reapers around were surprised by the man they viewed to be as cold so caring to someone.

"Boys, cough it up." Ryeon chuckled as the guys struggled to speak. I laughed at the scene in front of me before pulling Jung-gil with me to my room. "Just ignore them." "I already did."

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Author's Note: Here you are, Anonymous! It's a bit shorter than what I had originally planned, but I hope you enjoyed it just as much. On the other hand, commissions will remain open throughout the Christmas season. Inbox requests will be added onto my W-I-P list. With that being said, Happy Holidays and Stay Classy~~~

#tomorrow kdrama x reader #x reader #park jung gil x reader #tomorrow kdrama #lee soo hyuk #park jung gil #kdrama

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hooked-on-elvis · 1 month

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Hello there! I am a fan of your blog and I appreciate the depth you provide when your posts include text. You are an eloquent writer and as an English major, I can appreciate that in anyone!

Anywho, I was wondering what is your favorite era of Elvis and why? Mine is 50s E, going back to ‘53 pre-fame. He was just a young man with stars in his eyes and music flowing through his veins. I loved his zeal for God and the Bible (especially as a Christ follower myself), his passion and work ethic, his devotion to his family, all those things. Many of those tenets remained with him at the time of his passing but unfortunately, I do believe he was a case of being swamped by his fame (as has happened to many big stars). From what I’ve read, I do believe he was on his way to reworking his life in ways that returned to his roots reminiscent of 50s E, where he was more free and relaxed in accordance with his fame.

That being said, ‘68 to 70s E has my heart when it comes to music. He accomplished the variety I believe he wanted from the start, and was fleshed out in his individuality. Heh, this was a book and a half…thank you for reading and I look forward to your response!

TCB and TLC! 💜⚡️

First of all: 🥹🥲 Thank you for your kind words and compliment, dear. I'm glad I can do some good enough work when talking about Elvis' career and life because I think as much zeal Elvis had for God, like you mentioned, not comparing him with God but I do have the same zeal for him. When friends like you compliment the things I share in my blog I like to think Elvis is somehow proud of the little things I do while researching his career and sharing what i found out in a the clearest way I find to even tho I'm still studying English just like you. I try to do the best I can, I take a lot of time writing and rewriting but even so sometimes I know I slip in my writing. Anyhow I'm very pleased to hear my flaws don't come in the way of what I'm aiming to do. Helping to spread information about Elvis' rich career and life story with the more people I can reach. Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You have no idea how I feel honored.

I can relate to your feelings about Elvis in many ways but there isn't an easy answer from my part, friend. Sorry if I may ramble too much in my answer but here goes my thoughts/feelings:

We, Elvis fans, love all of his eras anyway but we all have our favorites so, being specific, I love late 60s and all about 70s Elvis the most, specially 70s Elvis, and that's because of his voice, which was so much deeper and intenser than when he was young (naturally and because he worked hard for it too), and because of his repertoire as a musician, the country songs specially — also because of his latter movies which are my favorites.

Back in early 60s Elvis' voice was pretty much matured already but his repertoire, even tho I love it, is not my favorite in comparison to the 50s and 70s ones. There's too many ballads in the early 60s and I prefer the country songs Elvis performed in the 50s and 70s the most, as I said. I can't deny his looks in the 70s has something to do with my favorite Elvis era too. Late 1970 to 1972/1973 in my favorite period of Elvis' appearance, but as for his personal life, the 70s is not my favorite Elvis era at all, as you can imagine and I think we all can agree on this.

The way he was emotionally damaged in the course of his career is something we cry about every day, as fans. The fame pressure, better saying the need-for-profit business pressure that was put on him, took some of his shine away even tho he still had plenty to give, and he did, until the end of his life. The misfortune to him was becoming a prisoner of his phenomenal fame, "swamped by his fame" as you put it, but he loved the fans, he loved performing, he loved the spotlight on him, he loved his work, loved music to no end, and that's something we can trust to comfort our fan hearts. Elvis had a pretty good life, not a perfect one, but he was happy despite the problems he faced, the problems of human life that each of us have to deal with at some point in each unique ways they are presented to us, periods of deep sadness, hopelessness, anxiety, and so on. Even tho we will keep continually fantasizing that EP had never went through such problems in his life, our precious boy. I always like to enhance this: Elvis was not a sad "old" man by the end of his life. He had days and days. Life was not that exciting as it was for him in the 50s but, even tho not fully satisfied with life and with his career (the things he felt it lacked for him to accomplish), he was happy, he was in good humor most times, and he made many, many, MANY people happy (as helped many too) until the last day of his life, as we know — he still does so now in afterlife… here we are as a living proof.

By the way, one of the things I love the most about 70s Elvis is the way, even tho in his soul he could be in deep sorrow at times, he always found a way to make people laugh, even at his own expenses with self-deprecating jokes, for example. It's funny how he did this. Elvis was a special soul.

And yeah, the way Elvis loved God and the way he was never shy to show it is one of my favorite things about him too. I love to think he conquered his 3 Grammy Awards for his gospel albums, even tho it's sad he never conquered one for his secular music ones. He was proud of praising the Lord with the talent he always spoke proudly He had given to him, and winning awards from it I think made him feel the Lord was happy with the way he lived his life.

So, I guess my definite - tho not very specific - response to your amazing question is: I love 50s Elvis the most concerning his personal satisfaction as a performer, and I love late 60s, specially 70s Elvis the most concerning his work. I love him most of all, and everything he did, in different levels.

I warned ya', my answer wouldn't come that easy but that's how I feel. It's not easy to explain but I guess you can understand a little how I feel about Elvis now.

Thanks for your question, dear, and for you taking your time reading my content and being so kind and generous in sharing your thoughts with me and being interested in my feelings as an Elvis fan like you. Thank you for sharing your feelings about him with me (with us all) too! I love how we share the same kind of perceptions about El.

All my love to you, dear. A big, warm hug. 💖

TCB and TLC!⚡️

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softxsuki · 1 year

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Hello, I’m.. new to this. But reading your works have comforted me … I know you have a lot on your plate, and I hope all is going well for you!! If you,,have the chance,, I’ve kind of.. not been doing well. At all. Haha,, I’ve been extremely suicidal.. for at least the past year. Everything has since fell apart. I’m not sure if this counts, but..it feels urgent, to me..?

My grandmother died, I lost my job due to my health declining so rapidly I physically could not manage. I’ve since applied to so many jobs.. absolutely no luck and.. I even lost my home. Im living with someone else’s parents, and I’m a child scared to leave their room all over again. I can’t eat unless food is in front of me, none of my friends are… good, at comforting, to say the least… I have well over 1K due for medical bills, and no one will even take me for an interview, so I can’t even pay off little by little. Lol..I pretty much moved out at 17 and have been surviving by myself for 6 years now.

Im so tired of surviving.

If.. if you don’t mind.. honestly I don’t even know what kind of scenario this would count as…. Baji has been my biggest comfort character as of late, and I.. well, would you mind,, possibly writing a scenario.. of reader who’s spiraled so far into these thoughts, and in the midst of a panic attack, attempts to.. stop surviving, if you catch my drift..

I know this is very personal, and I’m sorry to dump on you.. if you’re unable, all is well! Thank u for taking time to read my pity story haha.. <3

Baji Helps Suicidal Reader

****Please proceed with caution if mentions of suicide will be more harmful to you than beneficial.*****

Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hopelessness, suicide attempt, crying, not being able to find a job, losing your home

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Baji shows up as soon as you attempt to take your own life.

[A/N: Hi darling, I'm so glad you found my blog and for feeling comfortable enough to bring your urgent request to me! I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Though I've felt similarly about the the whole job thing. Places these days won't even give people a chance to show what they could do. I graduated from College and couldn't find work immediately. I'm still struggling to find a job in my field even now. I have a job at a bookstore atm, but it took a long time for me to get it. I think when they timing is right though, things will work out for us. We really just need to wait for things to happen and keep working for them! But you're also going through a lot of other situations as well, so my words probably aren't that helpful, so I'll leave that to Baji. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to though. I've been through moments of hopelessness and feeling like leaving this world was my only option, but I'm proof that things will change. There will always be times when we fall, but we can always get back up again! Anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read. I hope it provides you with even just a tiny bit of comfort <3 i love you, hopefully we can talk again soon, you sound very sweet!

Side note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted something platonic or if you wanted to be Baji’s s/o so I left that kinda ambiguous. You could read it either way!

Baji impatiently taps his foot, sitting on his bike outside your place. Where were you?

You had texted him earlier asking him to pick you up since the people you were living with weren’t home and you just needed to get out for a while. He came rushing over as soon as he had a chance and texted you upon arriving, but you weren’t answering his texts–you weren’t even reading them.

He knew all about your situation in life and had tried his best to be by your side and show you the support that you deserved to have. He wasn’t perfect though, at times it was hard for Baji to truly put himself in your shoes and understand what you were going through.

Now though, he was worried. Why had you texted so desperately that you needed to get out of the house? Why weren’t you answering his texts now?

He turns his engine off and hops off the bike, walking briskly to your front door.

“Y/N! I’m here,” He bangs on the door, hoping you were just distracted and forgot to check your phone to see his texts.

But he’s met with silence.

“Y/N!” He tries again, panic settling in the pit of his stomach and he bangs harder on the door–something wasn’t right.

He brings his ear to the door hoping to hear any sign of life and that’s when he hears it, the running of water and sobs from the other side. Gathering whatever adrenaline had been building up in him, he rams into the door, which luckily flies open from the impact. The sound of your sobs grows louder the closer he gets to you. You were in the bathroom.

The door is only a crack open, but he races toward the noise, slamming the door fully open and takes in your state; puffy eyes as tears run from them not that he could distinguish your tears from the hot water that was pouring on you from the shower-head. You were sitting in the tub, soaking wet with a bottle of pills in your hands.

Your breathing was erratic as you struggled to open the bottle, but Baji is quick to act. He’s in the shower with you in a second, the burning water scalding his body even through his jacket, but he doesn’t care since it’s now not hitting you anymore. He snatches the pills from your hands, throwing them out the bathroom door and into the hallway where you can’t see them. In your state of panic, you start to flail around, seeing that bottle as your only escape from the mental pain you were experiencing. He finally turns the water off and hoists you up, your attempts to push him away and hit him futile. His adrenaline is still high as he lifts you from the tub with ease and onto the bathroom floor where he plops down next to you, out of breath.

You can’t seem to calm your breathing down as you clutch your chest, searching all around you with wild eyes, looking for a way out. Anything to end your suffering–anything. But then you feel strong arms wrap around you in a hug. You beat down on his back, trying your best to shake him off you. Let go of me, you think to yourself. Maybe you meant it in a different way, Let me go. Let me be free from this pain. But deep down, you wanted him to continue to hold you in place.

“Y/N please-” His voice cracks, making you go still in his arms. What were you doing?

“Please, I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he cries, “So don’t leave me.”

The man who had nerves of steel was breaking right in front of you.

He held you tight, as if he was scared you’d just vanish between his fingers.

What feels like hours passes by with you both still soaking wet on the floor, clinging to each other, but you slowly manage to calm your breathing and sobs thanks to Baji’s help.

He had been silent the whole time, focusing on just making sure you wouldn’t try anything else while he was around.

“I’m sorry…” you finally say, resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

He finally loosens his grip on you, but continues to hold you close, caressing your still damp hair, “Why?”

That was a great question. One you couldn’t answer in only a few minutes. Baji knew the basics of what you’d been through, but he didn’t know the turmoil of what you were going through internally–only externally.

“I’m just…tired. Tired of surviving, tired of suffering. I’m barely scraping by. Is this what life’s supposed to be like? I look around at all the happy faces. Everyone seems to be living the ideal life and I’m just here, so why should I bother to exist if I don’t matter.”

He takes in your words, thinking them over, probably repeating them over and over in his head.

“You matter,” he decides to say, “You matter so much. Even if you only matter to one person, isn’t that enough to keep trying? One person can eventually grow into two, and three, and so on.”

“Baji…you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve already tried for so long. It’s been six long years. I’ve tried to see the good in my situation for six years, and yet I only keep getting pushed farther and farther past my limit. I can’t find a job, and because I can’t find a job, I can’t pay off my debt. I’m living in a house that isn’t mine with people who aren’t my family. I’m alone,” you cry out.

By now you had freed yourself from Baji’s arms, but he reaches over and grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, scared that you’d run away from him.

“But if you leave now how do you know that tomorrow won’t be the day that things change?” He asks you, “Look, I know I can’t ever fully understand what goes on through your mind or what you’ve been through up till this point, but you can’t know what your life will be like a few months from now–hell, not even a few days from now. Everything can change in a second, you just need to be around to experience it.”

He brings your hands to his lips, peppering tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you, a lot Y/N. Too much to just let you leave like this. Let’s try focusing on today. Each day has its own troubles, so why should we think about the future and worry ourselves even more for problems we haven’t reached yet? We’ll cross those valleys when we get to them. Right now, I just want you to focus on yourself, getting back on your feet and in a better state of mind,” he tries to console you.

His words definitely reached you. Truth be told, you knew things could maybe change, but it was hard to move forward with such uncertainty. Why couldn’t you know what would happen with your life five years from now?

“But what if things don’t change. I don’t want to live like this forever. I don’t want to suffer anymore,” you confess, hot tears running down your face.

Baji turns to face you, gently wiping your tears away.

“But what if they do? Don’t you want to stick around to find that out for yourself?” He asks.

You stop and think it over for a moment; a life where things finally turned around–you finally getting called in for an interview and getting a job, receiving an income and finally getting to pay your debts off. Having your own place where you felt comfortable and maybe starting a family of your own…yeah, that did sound nice. As impossible as that future sounded, it was something you craved.

“I guess I do,” you sigh, “Though I wish it could happen now.”

“I know. I wish it could happen now for you as well. I hate to see you suffer so much, but you’re not alone in this. I have your back. So let’s keep fighting okay? Together, let’s see it through till the end when things finally turn around for you.”

“Baji, you know I can’t just feel better overnight. I think I’ll be okay for today, but who’s to tell when I’ll spiral like this again.”

“Then I’ll be here to get you through it again.”

A wave of gratitude flew through you. You don’t know why Baji arrived on time when you were fully ready to leave this world a few minutes ago, but now you were thankful that he had stopped you. You didn’t want to hurt him or leave him alone, but you found a little ball of hope appearing in your heart. Though tiny, it was still present and you hoped it would continue to grow and become reality one day.

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Then shall we go? You said you wanted out of here for the day, right?” He goes right back to treating you like he usually would–something you were grateful for. You didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you after witnessing you at your lowest moment.

“But we’re still wet,” you point-out, looking at his clothes that were still clinging to his body.

“The wind will dry us,” he heaves himself off the floor and holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go.”

You give him your hand as he helps you off the floor. What did you have to lose? At this point you didn’t care, you just needed to get your mind off everything.

Baji leads you out of the house, grabbing the bottle of pills on his way out and throwing them in his jacket pocket, making a mental note to discard them later. You walk past the open door with a lock that was now busted off the wall. You’d have to explain that to the people you lived with, but you’d face that problem when you got to it–just like Baji said.

You hop on behind him on his motorbike as he passes you his helmet, making sure it’s securely on your head before he drives off.

For just a moment, the wind seems to blow all the worries from your mind. With your arms wrapped tightly around Baji’s torso, you close your eyes and think of those better days he had spoken about.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see if they could really happen…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 2/15/2023

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 8 months

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OMG! Just found your IF and I'm in loveeeeeee! I have seen a few little post about the RO's finding out the MC is pregnant to even their own kid spoiling their fun. Hehe. 😅 I know you haven't posted a public demo but I love the kid ask because I think my MC would love to have children and they would be the most protective of them since they didn't really have anyone to protect them when they were young. Plus it is just so cute to imagine the epilogue of your IF and the ROs with their happy ever after.

That's why I have to ask, sorry if this is bugging you but how are the ROs as parents and what are they like? Protective? Fun?

Hello!

Thank you for the kind words and there actually is a sort of demo of the IF, Act 1 & 2 of the prologue is on the pinned post of this blog. 😊

Now unto the ask,

Cassandra: She would be a very loving mother who is always there to fight for her children and defend them, but she would also be a strict parent like her dad. Curfew and interrogations on where they are going and who with are the norm. She would like to have a good relationship and communication with her kids so that they would actually want to tell her this stuff. Family trips every summer and planned family nights where you all go eat a nice dinner then come home to play music and dance.

Valeria: Exact same as her mom where she kinda acts more like a big sister than a mother, she would want to give her kids a lot of space and be there if they ever need anything. Just be aware that she might give them TOO much free reign so MC might need to step in when things get out of hand. But overall she is very loving and loves to listen to their stories, her kids would love spending time with her at the table just talking for hours. She would get artsy with them too, encouraging them to pursue whatever makes them happy.

Tomás: In the dictionary next to the definition of a good father, there is a picture of him with his kids. This man would TREASURE his kids and always let them know that they are loved. Would brush his daughter's hair and have tea parties if they wanted; take his son's to go fishing and play catch. The whole picturesque vision of what a good father is, waking up at the crack of dawn because his kids want to go to the park. He would be a very over protective dad though, of both his sons and daughters; would have them always at hands reach and when they get older would nearly have them on house arrest. MC would need to step in.

Ludovica: Her children would be her world, she would die for them. She would be a tender loving mother, staying by her kids side until they fall asleep. She would sing to them and cuddle all day, spend all day fussing over them over the literally littlest thing. Would sew them clothes & toys; play make believe with them and turn the whole villa into their little castle. Would bawl her eyes out as they get older, she fears what the world will do to them and she just wants her babies to stay safe and loved with her. MC's help would be needed here.

Aurelio: Dear God, please help these idiots. His kids turn out 100% like him, smart as hell but utterly STUPID in their decision making. Little geniuses in math and writing while at the same time also think it's a good idea to jump off the roof of the manor because they can totally make the jump to that tree because "they built like that". When in fact, they are not build like that; enjoy hearing the whining about their broken arm for months because of their bad decisions. And expect little to no help from Aurelio in the discipline department because he is the fun parent, he would laugh at first at the stupid things they pull, then give them suggestions on how to maybe do it better next time. On literally everything else he is a pretty good dad, he pays for everything obviously and you don't need to worry about him spoiling them because he teaches them you they need to work for what they want and to appreciate what they have. Aurelio grew up poor and while he obviously would like to spoil his kids, he will die before he lets them take what they have for granted. He spends lots of time with them and even takes them to work with him, whether that's a good thing is up to you to decide.

Elio: Elio can't biologically have kids but if you were to adopt he would be such a chill dad. I think the kid would like to try and emulate him by walking around with a book and trying to be all grown up like him by being serious and smart. He would actually find that so cute and entertain them by acknowledging everything they say as intelligent even when it's utter nonsense when they are little. "Ah yes, I concur that blue is the tastiest color". He only start correcting them when they are older but in such a much nicer way from how he corrects MC. MC would fr call him out and he would deny that he behaves any different around his kids; as he lets them color all over his face and hands. He would still be monotone because that's just how he is but you can tell his affection more by his actions then his words. Would homeschool them because he can do such a better job than any other idiot, which reminds me that if MC does not teach the kids manners they will turn out to be rude little pricks like their dad.

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #ludovica #cassandra #elio #valeria #aurelio #tomas

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direwombat · 1 year

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tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on this wip wednesday 💕

tagging @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @kittiofdoom, @baldurrs, @poetikat, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood, @purplehairsecretlair, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @roofgeese, @passinoutpieces, @gaeadene, and anyone else wanting to share something they've made! No pressure as always and if we're moots and I didn't tag you 1) I'm so sorry and 2) please consider yourself tagged as well lemme see what you're working on

Anyway, been knee deep in plotting kneeling at the crossroads recently so i haven't really written much, but here's a recycled bit from fragile creatures chapter 8 (pay no mind that ch 6 still isnt finished and neither is ch 7) that i posted last week (but not as a wip wednesday) ♻️♻️♻️

Slowly, Jacob lifts his hands and turns around to face his attacker. She stands only a few yards away, her rifle trained on him. “Tell me, Deputy,” he drawls, not bothering to hide the way his eyes rake over her form, and enjoying just how good she looks wearing his jacket. Her posture is tense, as if bracing for the shot she hasn’t even fired yet. But her finger is on the guard, not the trigger. She isn’t going to shoot him, “Was it luck or skill that you found me?”

The Deputy’s face twitches, her nose scrunching in a way that might have been cute on anyone else. She keeps her rifle pointed at his chest. “What’s it matter,” she sneers. “You’re the one in my crosshairs.”

“It matters,” he starts, taking a single step towards her. Testing. Taunting. Her feet remain planted where they are, but she flinches and curls back, ever so slightly. Barely perceptible, but just enough to get a smile to stretch across his lips. “Because luck runs out.”

He takes another step forward, this time more confidently. And just as he thought, she takes one step back to maintain her distance.

Unfortunately for her, the log she’s in front of doesn’t move with her. Her calf makes contact with it and her eyes go wide. But at that point, it’s too late. Her upper body keeps moving backwards. Then down. She falls back, and just before gravity finishes the job, Jacob surges forward, snatching the gun from her hands.

She lands gracelessly on her back amidst the pine and fallen leaves. The wind is pushed from her lungs in an audible “oof” that’s followed by a creaking wheeze.

And just to pour a little more salt in the wound, Jacob points the barrel of her own gun in her face. “Skill doesn’t.”

If she had put an ounce of effort into applying the murderous look reddening her face, he’d be dead a thousand times over. His smile widens.

Lowering the weapon, he extends his arm, holding out his right hand for her.

The Deputy stares at it for a long moment, her jaw clenching and lips twitching. “What the Hell are you playing at?” she asks suspiciously.

“I was enjoying a nice hunt,” he says. “You were the one who came in wanting to play games.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can’t imagine what that’s like,” she deadpans.

“There ain’t nothing nice about how you hunt, sweetheart,” Jacob snorts. He curls his fingers beckoningly. “C’mon. Get up.”

The Deputy makes a low sound in her throat, something akin to a growl, but it isn’t directed at him. Her hand thrusts out to grasp his, and for just a moment he braces himself in case she tries to get clever and drag him down to her.

But she doesn’t.

Her hand wraps around his own, gripping it far more firmly than he had anticipated. He helps haul her to her feet, and she looks pissed off about it the entire time.

She takes a moment to brush herself off, pointedly not looking at him while she does. “I suppose it’d be too much to ask for my gun back,” she says, glaring up at him.

He looks thoughtfully at the rifle, making a show of considering a decision he’s already made. With a shrug, he holds her weapon out. “I’ve already got one,” he says, adjusting the shoulder strap of his MBP .50. Then, more seriously, he adds, “You really need to clean that thing.”

“You’re a dick,” she mutters, snatching her gun from his hands.

#wip wednesday #wip: fragile creatures #the best part about this is that jacob uses no actual skill during his 'luck or skill' spiel #he just kind of goes 'boo' and it works

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the1975attheirverybest · 3 months

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Halla, I get that you have to deal with lots of naysayers but wow… that was really not necessary. I'd actually be the first one who’d agree that most of the items in the house set bear specific meaning but, as my reply clearly showed, I'd already looked into the books a bit because I had the very same idea as you. Shocker, I know — there are others who think about those things!! That is why I had the link at the ready btw. I’ve just not found any deep/ convincing connections to the themes yet but I'm open to change my opinion if you find any. I also suggested that they picked the books for family connections/ sentimental reasons. I didn’t say "not that deep". And concerning Faust - I actually studied this play at university (in Germany btw) and teach it every year so that lecture wasn’t needed. I am perfectly aware that it’s about "selling your soul to the devil" duh. The themes that I named are perfectly correct. (ofc there's still more than that…) I'd normally be really excited to read your thoughts/ discuss how those themes relate to ATVB/ SATVB (and yeah, there’s plenty of cool things to talk about) but now I'm not that keen anymore. I get that I am just some rando on anon and maybe I didn’t express myself that well but you really didn’t have to bite my head off.

Excuse me? “Bite your head off” because I said to each their own??? What the fuck, man?

Just how stupid do you think I am? This is why I honestly should get off this fuckin app at this point. It’s not worth it trying to have a conversation with anyone anymore cuz all people want to do is be like you’re wrong and I’m right and how dare you even question me.

Idk you mentioned you’re a German teacher yeah? So i would imagine that as a teacher you are familiar with a middle ground??? That’s something we have in common. Teaching I mean. It’s all about synthesis of ideas. At least mine is. And when we have evidence that a) Patricia has helped to provide specific things to make the set look a certain way but also b) that books on the shelves are specific to Matty (he’s read infinite jest at least 3 times; the song “surrounded by heads and bodies” comes from a sentence in chapter 1 of infinite jest; he mentions David foster Wallace in 2020

In the video where he cries about not being able to perform cuz of Covid, I could keep fucking going but you get my point). Then the logical thing to conclude, as a teacher, is that both positions are valid? This is, after all, the 1975. So, while yes they’d build a set around a certain aesthetic, they’d also never not personalize it because the core of their work is about personal involvement???

I don’t know why any of that would threaten you and make you feel like he bitten your head off but that sounds like your problem not mine. Idk what you think you’re doing here but I don’t appreciate it.

Sorry I bit your head off or whatever.

Alright that’s it I’m done here.

I think I had the right idea the other day when I said that I will only use this blog to post fics from now on. Let me return to that.

Hope this helps. Peace.

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justice4sasuke · 1 year

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Character Roundups Round 6: Team Hebi/Taka

Ah yes, the old "we need someone for Sasuke to bounce off of" gang.

Team Hebi/Taka as written and framed by Kishimoto: Kishimoto doesn't give a solitary shit about those three and he constantly either makes them jokes, expositors, or in the case of Karin uses her to make Sasuke seem evil when he's having a breakdown.

Bonus! Fandom interpretation: There are some fans, particularly Sasuke fans, that seem to think that this group is good friends or something. The one "friend" moment for that is really just an excuse to have Sasuke see Team 7 in them and after that is mental breakdown time. Of course that's not so say people can't like to think of that or imagine it, just don't tell me that they were ever close or anything. The thing is literally all of them were using each other to their own ends and I'm not saying friendship CAN'T come from that but in this case it did not.

How it should have gone: I'm going to do a little thing for each of them, but first and foremost. DON'T TURN YOUR CHARACTERS ONLY INTO JOKES! Treat them with some respect and care. Okay, let's do this.

Suigetsu: Besides being a character for Sasuke to bounce off of, Suigetsu is really only here to exposit on the swordsmen of the mist bless his heart. Also he is the only one of the four genuinely scared of Orochimaru so it makes me really sad that he ends of hanging out at Orochimaru's hideout with Juugo and Karin in the end. That's the number one thing I would get rid of, let the boy go home to the Mist Village or something. Other than that I'm not sure what to do with him. I agree that it works best for Sasuke to have someone to bounce off of before beating Itachi, but after that there is nothing for them to do so what DO you do with them? Especially Suigetsu who is there to just be kinda a dick as far as I can tell. Between the three of them he is the least attached to Sasuke. He's more trying to fuck around and find out.

Karin: Ughhhhhh Karin...I actually liked her more before this blog and by that I mean I found some stuff she did funny. Reading through this for a blog with a focus on Sasuke made me more uncomfortable with how forward she is towards Sasuke despite him not being into it. Yeah, Sakura is forward too but at least she wasn't physically like Karin. Also in my eternal pettiness it bothered me that through this blog I found a lot of people thought she and Sasuke were a good idea and/or they felt sorry for her. Not that it's wrong to feel that way just that I don't think that should effect anyone's opinion on Sasuke since Karin is SO disrespected by Kishimoto and the narrative. Honestly, the best thing I think to do with her is not have her being concerned that Sasuke is "evil" during the Kage Summit arc and if/when Sasuke stabs her she actually is over him instead of acting like she is when she isn't.

Juugo: Contrasting Karin, Juugo was never a character I cared about until doing this blog. He really has nothing going on and him reverting into a child for a bit was fucking stupid. But having thought about him for a bit he actually had a lot of potential. If you're going to say Juugo's...thing is actually sage jutsu related then I think that's good reason to say Juugo did not need to be locked up. He had to find peace within himself and within nature and Orochimaru was just screwing him over like he did everyone else. Then Juugo could start his own life somewhere instead of hanging out with Orochimaru forever which is apparently what everyone does after the epilogue. This would also get rid of Juugo's necessity for Kimimaro/Sasuke so at least from the Juugo > Sasuke end of the relationship that would make it easier to develop a friendship between them if you wanted any friendships between Team Hebi/Taka at all.

Well, the fact of the matter is Sasuke's story has nothing to do with them once Itachi and defeated so they just have to kind of wander aimlessly after that and they do. I'm not entirely sure what they would do after that whether I have any good ideas for them individually or not.

#character roundups

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random-mha-thoughts · 2 years

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Dark Night (Kirishima x Reader)

Pairing: Kirishima x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Anon asked: (I lost who actually asked this one, it's been a long time since I got it, I'm sorry!) "Hello! I know your requests are closed but this is just for when you get to it. An imagine for kirishima where s/o gets followed home and calls kiri scared. Lots of fluff please! This recently happened to me and it was really scary."

Word Count: 1,243

Warnings: Mentions of fear, following at night

Tags: @theyenvymarleyyy @yamichxn @liviitehe

A/N: Hi, I have a pounding headache from Memorial Day drinking and I have work early tomorrow morning, but I had to finish this one, so I banged out the end of this to help me feel better :)

Also happy 100th one shot for this blog!! Gosh, my brain conjures up too many scenarios lol. But honestly I couldn't have done it without a lot of your requests! Majority of these one shots have been because you all want to see me write things honestly I have no idea why but ok?? so thanks a bunch to all of you!

"Are you sure you're okay getting home by yourself?"

"It's pretty dark outside, we should walk you home."

I smiled at my friends' kindness. "It's okay, I'm just 10 minutes up the block."

Asui leans against the door frame, not convinced in the slightest. "I don't think this is safe, Y/N, it's really late."

"I'd blame myself if something happened to you," Ochaco holds my hand.

I wrench my hand away. "No, really, I don't want to put you guys out of your house for me, I'll be fine, really!"

"Text us the SECOND you get home!"

Well that was a great big lie.

If there's one thing my parents always scared me on growing up is never walking alone. I thought sticking to the well-lit business streets would help keep my nerves down, but the occasional cast of the streetlamps against the dark night wasn't assuring in the least. The lack of civilians at the late hour further cast an air of isolation. I found myself in a brisk walk through the streets, hurried by my fear of danger.

Why did I say no? A little company would've helped so much. Then again, there's no reason a group of thugs wouldn't take a small group of unarmed girls. I've heard that happen before, I couldn't let that happen to my friends.

I take a deep breath and put my hood up. Just 2 more blocks forward, then turn right and go straight to your block. You'll be fine. Any conversation with myself is a welcome distraction from the cold chill running down my spine.

There's an uneasiness as I cross another street to the next crosswalk. The sharp anchor slowly dawning in the back of my head is more distinct than the former chill. When I stop at the red crosswalk, I quickly dare a backwards glance. I wish I hadn't.

Behind me, a shadow of a person just a few meters away saunters in my direction.

I snap my head back forward. My heart starts beating faster as my mind cycles through every possible scenario that can happen. Getting hit in the head, shoving a chloroform rag in my face, sticking a needle in my neck, straight up being dragged into the nearest alleyway; flashes of danger hit me, each worse than the last. My body echoes a phantom, numbing chill at each method of assault my mind conjures up.

What do I do? I think of the videos I've seen online about what to do in this kind of situation. "If you think someone is following you, make 3 right turns because that means they've just went in a circle."

Fuck the crosswalk. I quickly turn right, refusing to wait until the light allows pedestrians to cross. My feet carry me faster as the light wanes from the main street. I've escaped the "safety" of the busy street for the even more isolated residential area. Whoever's chasing me won't have anyone to worry about witnessing whatever crime he's about to commit against me now. WHY did I do this?!

I turn my head half around to see if my pursuer is still on my tail, part of me hoping I was wrong, only to see them turning the corner without missing a beat. My heart sinks and I force myself to go faster without breaking into a run, my legs stiffening into an unnaturally brisk pace only folding at my hips. What do I do, what do I do now?!

I turn the next corner, faintly registering the burn in my legs. I have to think of something else, I can't keep running from them forever. I dart my eyes around to find some semblance of a person to help me if I need it, but the street is bare. Everyone's already safe in their homes while I'm out here in potential danger. Another stolen glance behind me proves that the figure is still following me. I'm only slightly relieved to see them just slightly farther away than before.

There's no one around me to help, I'll have to summon my own help.

I whip out my phone and call the first person I know on speed dial.

"Hey babe, how was-"

"Kiri, someone's following me," I breathe out.

It takes him a few heartbeats to respond. "Get somewhere safe and send me your location. Now." I hear him shuffling on the other side. "I'm coming to get you."

"Okay-"

"Stay on the phone with me if you can." I hear the jingle of his keys. "Try to stay calm."

A tinge of warmth quells my cold fear. "I'm trying, I'm just really scared."

"I know, but I'm coming to get you. You'll be safe with me soon."

I take a moment to appreciate the honey sweetness of his voice, picturing being in his arms under a warm bed. It reinvigorates me enough to turn the third corner and walk faster. The main street spread right in front of me. I tell him which street I'm on once I approach the intersection.

"Get inside the convenience store on the corner and wait in the bathroom," he instructs.

The door to the store is right there as I make the final right turn. I duck inside and hurry into the back where the bathroom is, locking myself in and leaning against the wall. I quickly send Kirishima my location and catch my breath for the first time in at least 15 minutes.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks me through the phone.

"Yeah," I huff out. "I'm just a little wound up, that's all. Just hurry, please." A small part of me refuses to completely calm down until I'm at his house.

"I'm almost there, just at the light."

A few minutes pass of silence through the phone. I shut my eyes as my head spins.

"Alright, I'm in the store, it's me knocking."

Three raps on the door and I'm already standing and shoving the door open. At the first sight of his red hair, I collapse into his arms. "You're here."

His thick arms envelop me just as tightly. "I'm right here, I told you. Let's go home."

The entire way home, Kirishima keeps a hand on me at all times. He firmly keeps his grasp on my waist to the car, holds my hand the whole drive, and leads me with a hand on my back as we get into the house.

I find my way to his familiar bedroom, wrapping myself in his black comforter and curling into a ball. Only when I've settled in this position do I finally feel safe, the phantom anxiety still easing itself from the back of my mind.

Kirishima places a glass of water on his bedside table before getting into the bed with me. "You still scared, babe?"

I immediately nuzzle into his chest and hum in ascent. The woodsy smell of his cologne envelopes me with his strong arms.

"It's okay, you're safe with me here," he coos, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"That was scary," I mutter.

"I was scared too, y'know," he ghosts his nose on my temple, "I thought something was gonna happen to you. What kind of boyfriend am I if I can't protect you?"

My heart melts at his sincerity. I poke my hands out of the blanket and cup his face, staring into his eyes with a smile. "Well, I'm here now. Thank you for being there, Kiri."

He returns the smile and pecks my nose before crushing me in another hug. "Whoever tries to take you away from me should watch their back. I'd go to the ends of the world to find you."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kirishima eijiro #gender neutral reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima scenario #kirishima fanfic #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #request

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dancingisdangerouss · 1 year

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I was scrolling through your blog and I'm genuinely so sorry about the plagiarism thing happening. I'm an artist and I've had people steal my art so I know the feeling, hope it gets fixed! I do have a separate question tho. I found your blog bc I was looking for slasher fics and, at least I think it's not that common, but what do you and others find so attractive about cnc? Genuinely just curious since I haven't seen it from a lot of writers. I understand it's a kink (I think?) but doesn't the title cnc contradict itself? It just sounds like fantasizing r@pe 😅

Thank you, I appreciate it! Tbh I don’t think there’s much I can do at this point other than get the word out, since she’s determined to cover her eyes and pretend I’m not here. Nothing more guilty than hiding yourself when you can’t provide sufficient evidence.

Anyway. Oh yes, I’m huge into that, very big kink of mine. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. I’ve had some personal theories regarding my own reasons for liking it, and my best guess is that I grew up in a strict Christian household, and was told my virginity was a huge deal and that I was a whore if I had sex before marriage.

So I think maybe some part of my brain went, “okay, we can get around this. What if some guy raped you? Technically then it’s not your fault, right?” or something along those lines. I used to be really ashamed of it and not talk about it, but tbh, so long as I don’t condone it in real life, I’m not hurting anyone. I have plenty of warnings on my blog, too, for anyone triggered by that kind of content.

CNC sounds contradictory, but it makes sense. You and your partner are consenting to pretend it’s non-consensual. Some couples like it as a kink. I personally am just a straight-up depraved Whore who likes rape fic stuff, but if I had the emotional stability to be in a relationship, I imagine I’d engage in CNC.

I think the term romanticize has gotten a bit confused because of this site. The dictionary definition is: “To deal with or describe in an idealized or unrealistic fashion; make (something) seem better or more appealing than it really is.”

So basically, making something out to be better than it is. Like if your first time having sex was shit, but you look back on it and talk about/remember it was being hot as hell.

I also like to think most adults are mentally capable of reading fictional content and being able to not let it sway them into somehow thinking rape is okay. If anyone is that impressionable, I highly encourage them to not read dark works of fiction.

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songmingisthighs · 2 years

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btw i've been wanting to address this for a while

so recently i've found more creators on tumblr who... for a lack of better words, i'd say complained and called out their followers for not interacting, reblogging, commenting, etc. as much as they like even though they've posted a lot of things

i sooooo get the creator's pov because we don't get paid, we are here to entertain you guys so a little acknowledgement would be great. reblog our work, leave comments, drop asks, it REALLY motivates us to publish more because it feels like we're not talking to a wall yknow?

but at the same time, for me personally, i don't think it's right for me to demand attention or interaction because i was the one who choose to publish here. I always tell people that they don't have to react or do anything big like drop daily asks and that's one of the reasons why i enabled my anons because i don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable if they choose to interact with me. I'm not saying that asking for interactions or attention is bad. heck, i'm a neglected youngest child with mental disorders who's also a bully survivor, in my case specifically, i LOVE attention. but to go around saying "i'll cry if my post doesn't get 200 notes" or "i'll delete my whole blog if my blog doesn't reach 1k followers in the next month" is just like.. huh ? don't get me wrong, i've said "this series is gonna be a flop my fuck, i'm just gonna delete everything" quite a lot to my friends but that's just my anxiety and self depreciation.

I get the disappointment of seeing two digits of notes on your posts and like the utter jealousy of seeing other blogs thriving, flooded with asks and comments and reblogs when they were barely posting but getting thousands of likes. and really, each creators are different. some are here to get attention (which is not a bad thing), some just wanna try writing and publishing and see what they're capable of, some (me) are just riddled with mental issues that they (me) were told to find a good way to channel their (my) hyperactive imagination by their (my) therapist.

ngl idk where i'm going with this, but know that i read and reread comments and reblogs A LOT. I'd like to reread my asks but damn scrolling is hard :/ though some asks are just THAT memorable like ones from jan (circusjan), dreamlesswonder86, rochi, (aroast/forjupiter), starlixs, meowmeowminnie, etc. and my first supporter who disappeared out of the freaking blue; prodbyateez, and my anons like 🥚, 🌸, 🦋, yss, and more. I genuinely love interacting with all of you and i read comments which are more often than not i use as like a creative juice (idk how to explain) when i write like "oh will this particular comment get some reaction out of them?" but its mostly "will this hurt them bad enough?" LMAO

anywham, i'd just like to say that i love each and every one of you, interaction or not, i see you binging my work, i see you reacting like your rent is due, and it trully is my main driving force. I'm sorry i don't say this enough but i genuinely appreciate you guys and i do hope that i can give or have been giving back as much as i have been receiving from you all.

- smt 💕

#smt tmi #readers appreciation post

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tabithatwo · 1 year

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I'm very happy with the rambling answer for what it's worth 😭 MORE people should be prone to rambling TBH. What are we on earth for if not to ramble like I'm so serious.... But anyway. I wish I could write even half as good as you. And I say this with admiration like I hope that vibe is correctly communicated. As someone who's read not all but most of your fics esp the ongoing ones (abmb and 🐝charmer) I think your prowess as a writer has really grown. It's all about finding a balance between, like, the dialogue, the flow of said dialogue, the introspection of a character's mind that really only a written work can give you, and the description of wtf is going on. And this first chapter just HIT for some reason. I don't mean to make it seem like the other fics are lesser, it was just so noticeable to me that the quality of the actual writing seemed to have increased. But it still felt like YOU. Your writer's voice. Just more refined?? Idk. It really felt like you had found that sweet spot, that balance, more so than in the other fics. BUT I STILL READ THEM AND I LOVE THEM DEARLY! This is meant to be a compliment fr fr lol. And sorry if it's unnecessary but even though it's -just fanfiction- it's not Just Fanfiction . To Me . Because fanfiction is kind of everything isn't it. But not all of it is created equal and I think it should be ok to say that? I critique what I love and some of my favorite written works I've ever read have been fanfics. And just because something isn't That good doesn't mean that it doesn't deserve to shared y'know. I love the idea of kids writing things for other kids and so on and then we get older and older and more skilled. It's so cool and so beautiful. This has really gotten away from me lol.... Bet you did not expect yet another ask huh !!!! Fanfiction means so much to me and it wouldn't exist without the AUTHORS I think y'all are doing gods work. So thank you. I'm excited to watch you improve, for as long as you choose to share your stories with us. You don't have to respond of course, as always, but if you do read this I hope it made sense??

The vibe is so clearly communicated and I appreciate this SO MUCH like seriously the fact that anyone is even…THINKING about my writing like this is so beyond amazing to me and an honor fr. This feedback is endlessly cool because I never thought anyone would be reading what I was writing and I DEFINITELY didn’t expect to fall in love with writing so much like AT ALL. Which is my segue into saying I bet your writing is already better than you think AND that if you want to you can absolutely get it to a place you never even imagined. I’m inferring you write yj fic?? Maybe you just mean writing in general BUT that said, if you do write yj fic and you ever wanna talk about it you can ABSOLUTELY message me. I would not be ANYWHERE near where I’m at without the other fic writers that I’ve shared stuff with and learned from, whether it’s like sharing snippets of drafts or even just talking through ideas (mamaweeds, dollfaces, and shipmvn have totally changed my fic and my life for the better in a million ways, along with so many others) and I know it can be awkward or hard to reach out at first. Maybe you’re like lady I already have yj fic writer friends or you’re not interested lol but I just want to offer it because it’s been soooo positive for me <3 <3 anyway if you’re just on my blog don’t mind the paragraphs of convo but I really wanted to respond to this lovely anon!

#asks answered #yellowjackets fic

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terra-kha · 1 year

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5th Day - Bonnie and Clyde (Scene 3)

Oooh! First death of the run! Surprising, I voted to jump, forwards, I thought it would be a good idea to try to force Shirou to actually commit to it and fight, and that going down the hallway would be considered running from it. Apparantly not! I'm not going to include the same choice as the last blog, next time we just get to see what the other choice gives!

―――Tohsaka's serious. There's no place to run, even if I retreat back to the hallway. I'll jump down the stairs in front of me…!

"Hah――――!" I kick the floor with full force. It's about a meter and a half down. I can easily take this kind of height…!

―――A running long jump of a meter and a half high, a meter wide. I land without hurting myself.

"Fu――――" I have an advantage of one floor between us. So now, I only have to run down to the first floor and get out of the building――――

"――――――――?" What… happened? It came from above… It feels like a giant blob of jelly fell on top of me… ―――I can't move my legs. The weight of the jelly is stopping my feet. I try to shake off the pressure on my back.

I feel like throwing up when I move. …It's cold. I have goosebumps all over me, my joints are hurting, my muscles are heavy, and my organs are half shut down.

"Crap――――t-this is…" It's not because of the jelly that I can't move. This is a bad case of the cold.

Tohsaka's magic. The Gandr Shot, a magic that'll infect the target with a cold, has hit me. As a result―――my body is so sick that it can't move on its own――――

"―――Just as I expected. I knew you'd go there if I prepared an easy escape route."

I hear Tohsaka's voice from afar, as if she's contacting me from the moon.

"―――Let me apologize first. What I'm going to do now is as bad as taking away your life."

Her cold finger digs into my neck. When I realize it's Tohsaka's finger and try to fling it away…

"―――Goodbye. I don't think you knew, but I've known you for a long time."

My consciousness shuts down as if it's shorted out.

"…Huh…? It's morning already?" I rouse my sleepy mind and pull myself up. It's past six o'clock. I should be preparing breakfast now.

"Good morning, Senpai. Breakfast is already prepared." "Oh. …I'm sorry, I made you do it by yourself again. I'll make dinner, so please forgive me."

"No, you can't do that. It's my turn to cook tonight, so please let me." "Ugh. But I'd be relying on you too much if I made you cook breakfast and dinner. Let me cook tonight. I want to make it up to you for sleeping in."

"Hmm. Then let's cook together. I'll help you, so please come home early." "All right. I'll cut work short today."

I head to the table while apologizing to Sakura. Breakfast's already on the table, and Fuji-Nee runs in at the last second like always.

"Good morning! Everyone sure is doing well this morning――――wait, huh…? What is this, Shirou!?" "Huh? What do you mean? Did you forget something at your house?"

"Huh? Huh? Huh? That's weird. I thought something's strange, but nothing's strange at all. …But it's still bothering me. Shirou, aren't you forgetting something?" "Forgetting something? Like what?"

"D-Don't ask me. I'm asking you since I can't figure it out. Sakura-chan, don't you think something's strange? It feels like we're forgetting something or missing something."

"No. I think it's just your imagination, Fujimura-Sensei. We're not forgetting anything nor are we forgetting anyone."

"Hmm. Oh well. If I can't remember it, it must mean it's not important." Fuji-Nee seems satisfied as she sits down and starts eating. This is a normal morning in this household.

Thirty minutes after Fuji-Nee and Sakura leave… I leave the house as well.

I walk up the hill. It's past seven-thirty. The road is filled with students like me. A familiar scene. I breathe in the perfect morning air.

…Then. I notice that a female student is looking at me. She must have found it awkward that our eyes met, as she starts walking on quickly.

"Oh, Emiya? Were you glaring at Tohsaka?" "Huh…? Oh, morning, Issei. I wasn't glaring at her. It's just that our eyes met."

"Really? That's fine, but make sure not to pick a fight with Tohsaka, okay? It's her principle to counter twice as hard. You'll be throwing away your last year in school if you do so."

I don't know how serious he is, as Issei murmurs Buddhist scriptures. But that's needless worry.

"Are you stupid? First of all, I don't even know her. …Well, she did look beautiful, but I didn't know such a person went to our school." "Yes, that is the correct response. That thing is too much for us humans. It is our way not to get involved with her. Huh, I was worried for a second, but everything is settled now!"

Issei goes up the hill. "……" I watch him go as I stand there.

A morning scene with nothing missing. My left hand hurts a bit.

"Everything's settled? What happened and what ended?" I hear the first bell from the top of the hill.

…It's eight o'clock already. As the school gate closes, I feel like I'm locked out from something. "――――I――――" …Nothing comes to mind. I feel uneasy for some reason, and I can't think of where to go or where to return to――――

TAIGA DOJO!

Congratulations, everyone! This is the true ending of Tohsaka-san's route! Life is back to normal for Shirou. This is indeed a grand finale! Well, everyone, let's meet next time in Fujimura-Sensei's route, "We don't need tiger"- No way, you idiot! Lies that sound like they're true are not allowed! We can't have anyone tricked into confusion in the Q&A corner! You have grown strong, buruma. Oh, Senpai! Hi, you look beautiful as always! Just go on and explain the situation, buruma. Osu! There are two ways to get to this bad end! One is a simple mistake in your choice. Getting shot at after stupidly escaping forward. And the other is a bit troubling, and that is the case where you come here from Saber's route. To put it simply, you need to restart from the morning of the 4th day if the 5th day's title was "Unlimited Blade Works" even though the title on the 4th day was "Fate". To put it more simply―――― Death to betrayers. T-That's wrong, Senpai. We came to this bad end because the alliance was not formed. It's not that Shirou betrayed you. …… Oh, she's gone… Anyway, there are two ways to avoid this bad end! Escape back when you're attacked by Rin! Or if the choice didn't even appear, you have to restart from the morning of the 4th day! And a special tip for those that came here without seeing any ending! Um, you can't clear Rin no matter what you do during your first play. It'll be smart to fight along with Saber as her Master at least once.

#votestaynight

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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Hey there Hazel! I've found myself in a bit of a..predicament. Recently, I decided to revisit the new account of a writer whose old account I'm currently following only to realize that I had been blocked on their new account. Confused by this, I sent them a message pointing it out and apologizing in case I did something to upset them (i.e spam liking since they are one of the few authors I've come across to not exactly be fond of that, and I've been guilty of such in the past) but then I realized I had only interacted with their new account once, which made me even more bewildered. So I decided to ask what another author may have thought about this and they said that it may have been because I have a "blank blog" and that I shouldn't reach out to anyone to ask why I've been blocked (keeping in mind, I never did ask why. Just apologized.) because it can make someone uncomfortable and they "don't owe me an explanation for protecting their own space" which I completely understand. It is never EVER my intention to make anyone uncomfortable.

I had not the faintest clue that a blank blog can be seen as..offensive somehow? In reality, I had been building the courage to start reblogging and even possibly writing one day, but I've been moving at my own pace since I'm a generally nervous person in almost everything I do. Just recently I've been quite proud of myself for being able to send in asks/messages without being as nervous as the first time (I was an nervous wreck that time) but now because of this situation, I feel like I've moved 10 steps back. I've been overthinking this for almost the entire day and it's honestly extremely overwhelming since on one hand "wow, I can be blocked for a blank blog?" And the other "wow, now I've upset 2 of my favorite writers".

This has been weighing so heavy on my mind that truly, I feel quite deterred from interacting with anyone because of it but I want to keep trying since one day, I would like people to read my stories and I wouldn't want reblogs or anything in return, just to know that people are content with my writing. You are the only person that I've thought about reaching out to since you're so understanding and give amazing feedback and I hope to be as mature as you one day(once I get past my anxiousness).

TLDR: In case of anyone being in the same boat as me, do you have any advice on publicly writing and handling the anxiety that comes with putting out that first piece? I'm deeply sorry for the ramble and hope I was as clear and concise as possible. (And as you can see this whole thing was exhausting to the point that I'm not bothering with any anonymity)

This got a little long so read more below the cut! (Also I'm on mobile so I'm not gonna italics below... because ...work)

I can't imagine the confusion of returning to check out an author you love only to find out they've blocked you. Especially if you aren't sure what happened to cause the block.

So you've asked a question here, but your comments are of a different issue so I wanna answer both

There are so many reasons why a blog might block another. I've seen all sorts of rules posted, so I want to explain some perspectives as to why. --

Don't spam like :: some people get overwhelmed by notifications, others believe it'll lead them to being shadowbanned (this isn't true, idk why people think that), lastly - and in my opinion the most important - likes do nothing for creators. They are nice, but they don't help creators get their work seen

I know you said your working up the courage to reblog and interact, so think about your blog as a little scrapbook that you want to save and look at later. That's what Tumblr is.

Creators need your reblogs or their posts die. That's it, that's how Tumblr works.

Ageless and blank blogs :: these are more comfort level for creators. They are different person to person. Ageless is scary for adult vs minor interactions, and blank blogs are often bots (spam accounts) - so some blogs block all of them

My advice is make your blog your home before you go out into the world..it's your safe space, your happy place, so make it how you want!

DNI/BYF :: DNI (do not interact), BYF (before you follow) are great things to check out when first encountering a blog. It'll outline the rules of the author and it's possible you did something on that list that they didn't like (it can be hard to know, so check for those before interacting)

These are just a few reasons why, and I know it doesn't tell you what happened but maybe it'll bring a little background.

I'll also say that while people are allowed to set their rules, of course, still I'm sorry you were treated the way you were when figuring out why. No wonder your nervous to interact with people. Some of the interactions I've seen are ... Kinda not nice.

You're always welcome here to practice and grow more comfortable! I'm happy to help and encourage you!!

As for your second question, honestly, you just have to go for it!! If you've written something and you love it, you have to rip off the band-aid and post it.

See how it goes and learn from everything around you. I made plenty of mistakes when I first started so ask if you get lost, be open to feedback if you've made an error, and stick to your values ♥️♥️

Check out my pinned post on my blog for some writing blog 101 guides if you want more info!! And reach out if you need something.

Here's another thing, if those blogs are not going to give you a chance, there are others that will and who want you to succeed. Shrine bright firekeeper, you got this 🔥🔥

#hazelmail #coffee elixir #hazel aid #cw long post #long post

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Hii Luta, it's L again 🤗 Sorry it took me a while to get back to you, universe decided I don't deal with enough and decided to yeet some more drama in my life… But here I am!

And based on one of your answers, I could be also narrowed down to 20ish people because I also started following you since KP analysis. 👀

Thank you for being so kind and supportive about my journey! And the reason I really enjoy all of your posts and interactions with us is in fact because you're so blunt and get to the point. I think it makes it so much easier for everyone to understand you're being serious about the topics you cover.

In my case, I didn't get cancelled (yet) anywhere because my mantra is to keep sush about topics I didn't do proper research on, but it's true that way too many people get cancelled so easy and it's just sad… Imagine we started cancelling babies for not knowing how to hold fork properly on their first day. The example is ridiculous, but we're kinda heading that way, aren't we? Cancelling teens for some stupid thing they said without even trying to educate them before deciding "yeah, this one really deserves to be cancelled because they refuse to be educated".

And one more thing before I ask my question - takhunpetestan SLAYED THAT ENGLISH ASK! They should be proud! Another win for bilinguals!

Now, my question, and I'm sorry if you talked about this before and I missed it somehow, but can two switches function well together? Does their compatibility also depend on who leans more to dom and who leans more to sub or did I totally miss the target?

Hope you're having a good day :)

Hey Hey L!!!

Hope everything has calmed down.

If you joined me after my first Kinnporsche post, you are one of twenty. Anyone before Kinnporsche is one of thirty. When I posted my first D/s post is when I blew up. Went from a few followers to holy hell what just happened! 🤣🤣🤣

I'm glad I can be helpful. While I have walls a mile high, I try my best to be there for people. I know what it's like to figure things out on your own. Luckily, I didn't have to do that with the Kink community so maybe I'm just giving back. Either way, I'm glad that you've found a safe space.

The direct to the point and blunt is the Dom. If you think about it, we can't be miscalculated or misunderstood. It has to be clear cut to the point. Usually I form my commands as asks, especially because I Dom in public and it doesn't need to be that clear to outsiders. It's also why I repeatedly ask if something make sense. I can't move forward if it doesn't make sense to you. So it's become habit, lol.

Cancel culture really bothers me. If I make a mistake, I say it and own it but that can't happen if we can't talk openly. What happen to educating and discussing? I used to try and have discussions with other blogs on here but I think they mistook me for being an ass cause of how I come off? I come from the racist and bigoted South and if you think there isn't those two things on the reservation then you would be sadly mistaken. Growing up, I didn't realize how problematic some of the things I had been taught were and it took being educated by others to come to this enlightened state, I am now in. That said, when it involves the safety of others then yeah it's time to do something.

Example: An actor that doesn't believe in homosexuality. That is someone I'm go to try to educate. Am I going to cancel them? No. They are allowed their opinion no matter how wrong I think it is. The minute they start with the hate speech though, it's a far different matter.

They really did slay that English ask. Did amazing.

Two switches can absolutely work. If they are compatible, it's beautiful. Yes a D/s relationship is about imbalance but there is still a counter balance to us. The right Dom with the right sub, compatibility probably is the best word to use. That said, switches that don't balance are a nightmare. One of my besties is submissive to me and her partner in every day life but when she is with her partner sexually. She is the Dom. They are a beautiful couple. It's just about finding the balance. I've seen two very Dom switches together and the fights, lawd. Then I've seen the same thing in another couple where they had a little more control so all that Dom energy when clashed together was passionate! There is a lot that goes into the dynamics and how they fit. Again, this is lifestyle D/s which isn't the same dynamic as scene D/s.

Sorry this got long. Hope it was helpful. 💜💜💜

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