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All Roads Lead to Love? - Chapter II

cw: canon-typical violence. quirk use. oc characters are introduced. reader has a described quirk. Please see additional masterlist warnings! Masterlist

The remainder of the week passes without consequence. This new information about your life doesn’t change anything, because even if you can see the same man on every news channel, you have nothing to discuss and your lives don’t overlap.

Sitting by a couple of teenage girls at a train station and hearing them speculate about Uravity and Deku on your way to work the next day adds particularly to this sentiment. Their longstanding will they won’t they is only part of the reason why you’ve never made your feelings known. Uravity is perfect for him in every way, after all. You just wish they would hurry up and go public, hopefully even get married, so you can stop addressing the niggling feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, all these years you’ve made a mistake.

When you find your way into the clinic, Junko is wide-eyed and excited to hear everything you learned overnight, and you conveniently leave the part where in at least five universes except yours, not only are you not single, you’re romantically involved with Mr. Number One Pro Hero Deku himself.

“Who knocked the first one up? I have to know.”

You eye the Deku bobblehead on her work desk you’d desensitized yourself to, and shrug, pretending you don’t know.

“Any add-ons today?” you ask instead, and disappear into the back room before she can ask you more questions. At least you know what you’d look like if you were pregnant.

—

Sorry I can’t make it tonight. Please let me know if you or Iida need anything.

Izuku’s voice to speech has a tendency to make him sound excessively formal, but it’s better than typing in a hurry and having to correct ten individual typos, cursed by clumsy, large hands. He’s rushing to the third out of five meetings today - the unwelcome side effect of being One to Watch (although he wonders at one point he’s simply There given how long it’s been) - and then he’s set for a patrol in a particularly dangerous neighborhood for the evening. He wishes he could trade it, but considering the point of the patrol was less to fight a specific enemy but to show a strong Hero presence, specifically his presence, he’s aware that it must be him.

Ochaco will understand. After all, he’s been with Ochaco at Iida’s bedside most days this week in the evenings given a recent injury, and even if Ochaco won’t say it, perhaps the two do need some time alone. They’d both been reluctant to reveal their affections for each other, given Ochaco’s history with him, but a part of Izuku’s soul understands that this arrangement was probably for the better anyway. While he loved Ochaco dearly, he’d always had the sense something was wrong about them, like momentum having him hurtling in the wrong direction. But there’s not much you can do when one of your best friends proclaims their love for you where everyone can see, and you’re just a high schooler with the weight of the world on your shoulders and then some, and there’s even less you can do when the person you’d long hoped would return your feelings seemed to be preoccupied with someone else.

Either way, years have passed and there are no hard feelings between the trio of friends, and Izuku particularly has simmered down on the prospect of love.

Somewhat.

Just minutes later, a reporter asks him for the third time this month if he and Uravity have considered working as a pair, and he smiles and nods before politely redirecting the question to praising her talent profusely. He understands easily why she’s reluctant to go public with Iida, and wishes desperately he wasn’t in her way.

Perhaps in another universe, if they had ended up loving each other, this aspect of the job would be easier - the media circus would have died out by now; they’d both be able to focus on doing what they chose to do with their lives, which is be Heroes and help as many people as possible.

They’d be able to live quietly.

The reporter then asks if he’s still in contact with most of the people he went to school with. This question takes him aback, and he blinks for a moment as he watches the young woman before him resettle in her seat, eyes hungry for information.

He runs through the list of everyone he’s known. He’s 28 now, and it’s been a decade since he’s graduated from high school. Most of the people he’s known he interfaces with on at least a weekly to monthly basis, save for a select few like Shoto, Katsuki, Iida and Ochaco that he sees almost daily. He admits he hasn’t seen Koda in a while, now that he lives in the forest similar to the Wild Wild Pussycats, nor Jirou who dedicated more of her life to music these days, and then his thoughts settle on you.

He knows what you’re up to, but he hasn’t spoken to you in over a year, despite remembering your last conversation at UA’s 10 year reunion. Brief - you were already slightly tipsy, and you smiled at him, but seemed disinterested in whatever he had to say, almost like you wanted to leave as soon as possible. He’d asked you how your clinic was going, and you’d laughed, the warmth of alcohol deepening the complexion in your cheeks, and said noncommittally, “it’s going,” before turning back to your friends. You’d once been so excited to tell him every thought running through your head, and you’d bounce off ideas for hours, discussing everything from Quirks to biology to society to your hopes and dreams, and after just a few years apart, he received next to nothing.

Leave her alone, Midoriya, is all that ran through his head, after that, and he politely bowed and left.

“Yes, we all help each other out when needed!” he replies. It isn’t a lie. For every one of his classmates, even you. If you called him, he would come to your rescue. Anytime.

When the interview ends, he wishes for a moment that he had the courage to call.

—

The last person you could have expected to call you, calls you on a Thursday afternoon, as you make your way out of work, and from his voice, you can tell he’s surprised you actually sought to answer the phone.

“I… uh… wow. Hey.”

“Hey.”

Your cheeks warm, but it’s not love, it’s the nostalgia of several years coming back, and the fact that your high school boyfriend seems flustered to speak to you despite years of lost contact.

“You never changed your number,” Akira says, and you laugh. You can envision him easily, after all social media makes it such that no one truly becomes a stranger, and you know that he’s crinkled he has the same goofy smile on his face that helped you forget all that you’d been through in the Hero course, reminded you that there was more to life than self-sacrifice.

“You didn’t change yours,” you’re quick to reply.

“Touché.”

You can tell he’s grinning now, and it makes your heart light. You’re walking towards the train station and it’s a spring afternoon; you can see lovers hold hands as they walk past you, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date.

And as if he knows how you feel, he asks you on one.

“The truth is you’ve been on my mind a lot recently.”

“Are you newly single?” you ask. It’s meant to be a playful jab, but you can tell he’s stung when he replies, “Newly isn’t the word for it, but yes, I am single.”

You blow air through your nose, but Akira is harmless. He makes his way around women easily with a silly sort of charm, and being easy on the eyes, but he’s not the type to break a woman’s heart. If anything, you were the one who broke his by ending things when you decided to focus on graduate school.

“Remember how I really liked enka?”

Evenings in the dorm rooms laid side by side with shared headphones come to mind.

“Yeah. Are you famous now?” you tease. He tuts at you, but adds,

“Come to my open mic night on Friday. I’ll buy you sashimi afterwards and we can go drinking.”

You think for a moment that in 5 separate universes, you’re in love with Izuku and maybe you should figure out what that’s about, but in this one, Izuku is nowhere to be found and perhaps it’s more important for you to hear your ex-boyfriend belt ballads and loosen up over sake and sake don.

You think for a moment, and then say, “Sure.”

—

There’s probably a social crime involved in inviting your friends to a date, and you can tell Akira’s a bit annoyed about it from the slight scrunch of his eyebrows when he watches you walk into the bar with two of your closest friends flanking your sides. He’s at the front already, and waves at you enthusiastically, and he’s every bit the cute boy from the support class who helped you with your pageant routine (you didn’t win that year, but you placed thanks to him), just sharper in the face, and with longer wavy dark hair.

You wave back, and your friends push you to the front and take their seats in the back. They’d also both gone to UA, and one was in the hero class with you, while the other was a year ahead, in the support class, and recognizes Akira, even if she hadn’t particularly approved of him in the past. She hadn’t exactly disliked him, but you could tell she was less warm when it came to him. Your other friend doesn’t seem to recognize him immediately, turning immediately to order the two of you drinks.

You slip into the open seat beside Akira and he offers you a drink and a rose. It’s cheesy but it makes you smile.

“I’m going to wow you, just so you know,” he promises as he makes his way on stage. You raise your eyebrow, as if to say ‘prove it’ while he skips onto the stage.

And he’s a hit, all flashing teeth and low notes, and you can feel your face warm every time he sings in your direction. He’s always had a beautiful voice, and easily flustered, you look down at your drink, heart thumping.

And then, in a stroke of misfortune (to you), he slips your name into the song, and when you look up at him, he’s reaching a hand out towards you, bidding you to come on stage.

The very idea feels like hell to you. The rest of the bar’s patrons watch you and cheer and you glance at your friends, both of whom are waving their hands to push you on stage. When you look back at Akira, he’s still smiling, but you can feel the tinge of anxiety at the idea of you rejecting him in public. You wouldn’t, would you?

You can’t.

You slowly rise to take his hand, as people clap around you, but before you can take another step, before you can embarrass yourself in front of a room full of people, there’s a deafening sound that comes from your right side that practically stuns you, and shortly after, a forceful blast of air and shattered concrete follows and nearly knocks you off your feet.

The ringing of your ears mutes the abounding screams in the room. Your fortifying Quirk kicked in just in time, so you weren’t thrown that far, but bodies are strewn across the room. You don’t see Akira, and the right side of the room is practically cleared with tables and chairs tossed haphazardly and people scrambling for cover or already unconscious.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins, but you act first. You are a Hero after all, even if you’ve been out of the fray for years. A quick glance lets you know that your friends are already in action, trying to recover a few people thrown over the bar, and you attempt to push rubble off of you and start rescues.

Your Quirk activates again to fortify yourself as you begin to move, but a second, louder explosion occurs, one that does actually knock you off your feet, destroying part of the foundation of the building. The ceiling starts to cave in just above you - you’ve always had the best luck - and you’re too slow to move before it all comes crashing down.

You put yourself into a protective huddle, hopeful for your Quirk to minimize your damage, but never feel the pain of falling wreckage.

“... Hi.”

Says Izuku Midoriya, hovering over you and shielding your body from harm with a piece of the ceiling held carefully in his hands.

The love of your life in at least five universes and your current savior.

Your eyes meet and hold firmly.

“Hi, I-Izu.. Deku.”

Time seems to slow to a stop for a moment, then comes back up to pace when you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your lungs suddenly burning in demand of oxygen. Izuku watches you carefully for a moment, really takes you in, even if you’re quick to thank him before looking around for someone else to save. You’re okay, just shaken; you’ve noticed him for a fleeting moment and now your attention is gone. You turn and scream your friend’s name, and he throws the large block of concrete to the side, remembering his job has only begun.

He’s happy he could do something for you, despite it all. There are more people to save, you remind him with your quick movements, the activation of your quirk to stabilize the first injured man’s bleeding as you crouch around him. He springs back into action - after all, he was meant to chase the culprits of those blasts, and can’t be sidetracked.

But this time, he has resolved to say more to you when the dust clears.

—

“Rampage, are you hurt? You did a good job back there.”

You can hear your Hero friend, code name Rampage, chat politely with Izuku as they both approach to where you’re huddled in a makeshift rehabilitation corner, a couple of people with the more severe injuries laid out on the ground, rolled up table cloths beneath their heads. No one is gravely injured more than you can heal with your Quirk, but you’ve exhausted enough of your body’s reserves that your head is starting to swim. She’s saying something playful about how Deku stole her thunder, when you turn to both of them and give a report, as Heroes are wont to do naturally.

When he comes over, you remind yourself to remain cordial but businesslike, despite your heart pounding hard in your chest. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No clones or any lingering delusions can change that.

”I think we’ve accounted for everyone, right? These two -“ you gesture over to the people you’ve slightly sedated to reset a couple of broken limbs, “probably need to get to the hospital just so they have follow-up but it’s not urgent.”

Rampage nods, and Izuku pauses before doing the same. You remember now - the last time you interacted in this capacity was during the earliest parts of the war before things had gotten far out of your realm of ability and you were more helpful taking care of the sick and wounded. It feels like so long ago you’ve been active as a traditional Hero. Rampage on the other hand has kept in contact with Deku cursorily due to her familiarity with other Heroes of a similar level, particularly the noisy one named Dynamight, and while she and Deku are not exactly best friends, they get along well. He glances at her for reassurance before stepping forward to you.

“Thank you for helping out,” Izuku says with a reassuring smile. You try not to look at him when you reply, “Of course.”

In one universe, you have small children that look like some combination of the both of you. In this one, you can barely look each other in the eye.

There is a pause that lasts a little bit too long again, and you don’t notice the smile that forms on Rampage’s face as she steps backwards, hoping not to be noticed by either of you, but the moment dispels when Camilla, your Support friend, calls for all of your attention from across the destroyed hall. She looks absolutely ridiculous, enough that you stifle a laugh, with all manners of cutlery, jewelry, watches, phones, and anything metal, stuck to her from head to toe due to activation of her magnetic quirk.

”Anything you guys are missing?” She asks, stepping over rubble to meet you guys. You’re not sure how she can even see at this point with nearly every inch of her body covered. Close behind her is Akira, whose eyes widen once he spots you.

”You’re okay!” He exclaims running towards you. It’s almost theatrical, as if he hadn’t disappeared to preserve his own safety first, but he wraps you into a tight hug, as though you were long lost lovers. Next to you, Izuku stiffens for a split second, something Rampage and Camilla both notice, and Akira holds you at arms’ length, pretending he can’t see him.

Akira never liked Deku very much in high school.

”I’m so glad you’re okay, everything got so terrifying and…”

Your head is starting to pound, and Akira is gently pulling you away from the rest of the group, you notice, until Izuku speaks up.

”Hey, ___, you don’t look so good.” His voice is a little firmer, and he clears his throat. “Don’t move her so much, I think she needs to sit down.”

Akira flashes him a look that’s slightly poisonous, Camilla notices, then smiles to herself.

“Of course. I’ve just been agitated since our date got ruined, that’s all.” Akira stresses the word and Rampage rolls her eyes.

She never liked him either.

Izuku almost asks ‘what number?’ out loud then realizes it’s an insane question to ask of the thousands he could have reasonably asked. But he’s curious, you don’t seem like you’re particularly smitten enough by him as he tries to help lower you to a sitting position.

The paramedics and other reinforcements are starting to fill in. Izuku keeps an eye on you as he coordinates with Rampage and the rest of the Heroes that now arrive to clean up wreckage and get everyone back in place. Akira’s rubbing your shoulders while you look dazed, too drained in the absence of your energy-conserving Hero suit to shrug him off, and it irks him. Somehow, in just seeing you again for this brief moment, he’s become a high schooler again, thinking of the right words to say, standing in front of your dorm room door before giving up and leaving. He’s seventeen again and watching you poorly conceal a bouquet of flowers he wishes he were the one to give you, avoiding cutting through the grass on the UA campus grounds even though it would get you back faster. He’s eighteen and wondering why even saving the world isn’t enough to make you look at him before you part ways into the adult world that opens before you, and admonishing himself for even having the selfish thought.

He’s shy little Izuku and he wishes you liked him back.

“Deku, do you have a moment to talk with us?” a cheery reporter says, thrusting a microphone in his face. They’re everywhere, he swears, prettier and more persistent every time. He’s polite again, flashing the practiced million-watt-smile.

And just like that he’s Deku, the hero once again.

—

Electrolyte water and rest does its magic, and as you make breakfast the next morning, you wonder if you should consider packing part of your suit with you, or at least perhaps just the gauntlets that you used back in high school. A modified version that is compact and can slip into your purse so that you never find yourself in a similar situation. You’re greeted the next morning by text by an apologetic Akira who promises you sushi another weekend, which you decide to reply to later, and texts from your friends who make sure that you’re okay, and an email notification for an incident report due in the next two weeks.

You sigh.

That’s why you don’t do Hero work.

Scooping eggs onto a slice of toast, you settle onto your couch, snuggling close with a body pillow and wishing your mind would stop racing for a moment. You don’t want to admit it, but all you can think about is Izuku and his stupid handsome face, and the way his mouth seemed to part every time you met each other's eyes, as if he has a million and one things to say to you but has to hold back. You wish he’d go make those cloying eyes at everyone lined up for his interest. There’s no real claim to him after all, at least not in this universe, regardless of what supposedly exists in the multiverse. You don’t even know if that’s real after all; it’s something that absolutely disrespects the laws of physics, but then again, you know many people whose Quirks do. Aizawa’s adopted daughter Eri is the first to come to mind.

You should do some more research, you decide.

After spending a couple hours on databases and online medical journals researching the existence of Quirks that can interact with the multiverse, you come up with nearly nothing, save for a case report of a person whose Quirk kept generating a wormhole for him that handed him whatever tool he needed (most often chopsticks for some reason). Groaning, you decide Kazuo is unique and either way you’ll see him again in 3 months, and reassess how he’s doing, possibly get a (better) case report out of it. You wonder if he’ll generate the same set of clones, or hopefully a new set of clones, ones who aren’t romantically entangled with Izuku Midoriya, ones more like you who never cared much for him at all, or at least knew, like you, to back off when they saw him standing on the edge of a cliff with the girl who was made for him.

Maybe if you look at the narratives your clones wrote to you, crumpled in a drawer in the corner of your desk, you’d find some flaws. Perhaps this was all a big trick the universe was playing on you, and feelings sitting in your subconscious, sleeping for practically a decade, are now flooding back with a vengeance. It must be the power of suggestion. You do not love him. You do not even particularly like or dislike him. You feel neutral. Neutral is good.

The narratives don’t help. What also doesn’t help is the fact that you’ve stored them in the same place as you keep all other sentimental material, including a diary you kept sparingly since you were a kid, in addition to letters from friends and family, and trinkets you’re afraid to lose. Curiosity has killed many cats and you, so you pore through it as well. Everything in that period of adolescence is amplified, and you went through war, so of course you remember a strong feeling of love that might not be real and should not be held on to.

The diary doesn’t help either.

Of course, some entries are silly and whimsical like you’d expect from a young teen. Excerpts about friends, family, teachers that annoy you, celebrities you think are cute. You find remnants of an old crush on Suneater that must have been so short-lived you can’t remember it, and it surprises you.

And then there’s your thoughts about Izuku, sparse but poignant.

Oh yes, you were in love, and your entries end there. With war, with adulthood, with the life you have now.

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Joel couldn't help it, he was infatuated with the way you looked, and he would think about you so vividly that it would keep him up to the point of tossing and turning in his bed at night.

─── ☆ notes. I have been stuck in a bit of a funk for awhile, which kind of stinks because a lot of my writing really doesn't reflect how I’ve been feeling lately. I hope this brainrot parts ways with me very soon, but in meantime here is a totally down bad ventfic. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 2.9k (24 min read)

Because he had grown up as a single parent, Joel liked to think he had been built with a natural bullshit detector built in.

Having been thrown into the lifestyle of unexpected parenthood by raising the little mischievous girl that was his daughter Sarah for 12 years of his life, he learned the highs and lows that came with raising a child with little to no moral compass.

He had to learn that it was best to go through life being stressed about absolutely everything while also being prepared for everything; that was just his life motto.

It came from the years of hiding the very real emotions he had hidden under his true exterior, from the love of his life leaving him with a baby to somehow floating through his 20s.

Keeping his screws tight and pushing through without taking any handouts from the people that would peer at him with pity in their eyes.

Joel was the type of man to never talk about his troubles to bottle up all his emotions, nor had he ever talked about anything that bothered him outwardly.

Not even to his little brother Tommy, who had certainly made it his mission to lift Joel out of the funk he had always seemed to find himself in.

Joel knew that his lifestyle wasn't that hard, he felt blessed to even have the amount of support and family that he did have left. Sure, he had to live from check to check, but that was the same for most underpaid workers who lived to achieve the American dream.

So, like most, he just sucked it up and did his best to keep his mouth shut and to go about his day as drama-free as he possibly could.

Joel didn't think that he was living a miserable life. He felt it was better to be constantly on edge, knowing the trouble Sarah would get into every time he turned his back to the girl.

In fact, he had many things troubling him in his life, silently adding more and more to his plate as the days unfolded beneath him.

The newest addition was about how he was just on the brink of losing the second job that Tommy had helped him get too, and that just added to how he was supposed to keep a roof over Sarah’s head if he wasn't able to get paid enough to keep food in the fridge.

the last thing Joel wanted for Sarah was for her to feel forced to pick up some slack around the house, knowing her idea of help was using her bad sticky fingers habit.

Remembering how just last spring, when he had let it slip that they might have to cut back on leaving the lights on.

Joel had a rude awakening the next morning to a lengthy lecture over the phone from Sarah's principal about how the little girl had gotten caught scavenging through her classmate's backpacks.

Learning that his daughter was busy pawning anything that she could get her hands on after school wasn't something Joel expected to hear.

So as much as he wished he could give up at times, Joel had made it his mission to raise Sarah so she would not feel like she had to lift even a finger, teaching her that with a bit of hard work, even bigger awards would come.

Though the completely different side of his life, Joel would be busy swatting Tommy away like the pestering little brother that he made himself out to be.

"You just need to get back in the game.” Tommy would insist boldly on wild the suggestion, claiming how Joel wouldn't be so high-strung if he had an actual lady friend to keep him company the nights he had found so difficult to keep his bed warm.

It took a lot of convincing after some years for Joel to finally just bite the bullet, agreeing to go on a few double date nights with Tommy's guidance.

The younger sibling was personally assigned as his overly charismatic wingman, making it his task to saddle whichever poor woman he laid his eyes on across the bar to squeeze next to them for the night.

Many women have met the unfortunate fate, most coming up with an excuse to part ways after they failed to crack Joel from his awkward shell.

It was a constant cycle of nothingness, and the older man returned home at night alone just in time to tuck Sarah into bed. Date after date, Joel had just about given up on seeking out "the one", just in time for the universe to throw him another thing to add onto his plate: new annoying neighbors.

You weren't even allowed to introduce yourself before your dog had made himself at home and snuck into Joel's backyard through the hole in the gate he keeps putting off fixing.

Your little pooch kicking up dirt all over his patio and chewing up all the toys Sarah had left outside that he could get his little paws on, the little girl scared at the sight of her prized dolls all chewed up in pieces, screaming as if she had witnessed a murder happen right in front of her own eyes.

The last thing he had wanted to have to do right after getting off work was chewing out some insolent dog owner for not being to keep a watchful eye on their pet.

Just as he was about to beat down your dog and give you an earful, he halted once your front door had swung open and had been welcomed by the sight of you.

Stumbling a bit over his words, you had managed to piece together the issues, seeing Joel had your dog by its collar and Sarah's look of absolute heartbreak holding pieces of her toys still in hand.

An apology was the first thing you introduced yourself to your new neighbor as your dog was returned.

You explained how you just turned and made the mistake of thinking that the gate that separated your two homes would be enough to keep the puppy out of trouble. You were even kind enough to replace some of the toys Sarah had lost as a nice peace offering.

the two of you even getting closer, giving Sarah something to do over the long weekends, the little girl would slip out of the house to go next door to come to pester you to hang out for the day.

Joel hadn't complained much seeing Sarah become so close to you, though when it came to talking to you himself, his stiff personality would always get in the way of forming a proper conversation with you.

Just being around you made him so suddenly nervous, wanting to have at least some type of friendship with the woman that his daughter found such a delight to be around without turning into some stumbling and bumbling fool.

The situation had only seemed to become even more embarrassing the moment that Tommy had been added to the equation.

It was as if Tommy could read every little expression and problem that was happening in Joel's mind like it was some type of sibling telepathy spilling everything that was clouding his older brother's mind.

It only took one look at how Joel looked at you to finish the entire puzzle piece, and before you knew it, Tommy was setting Joel up to fix the leak in your sink.

Being the best wingman he could be, Tommy took Sarah out on one of their rare movie nights with a wink and a wave to Joel, leaving just the two of you alone for the moment in hopes of something unfolding without any intrusion.

Unfortunately, the rest of the evening alone wasn't as smooth sailing as he had thought it to be, with Joel thinking he was practically torturing you by wriggling into your life in a manner somewhat like an annoying tapeworm.

Joel liked to think of himself as a bit of a gentleman, giving you as much respect as he could while you two were alone in your home. Though he would never admit it, since his last relationship ended, he has grown to have an awkward relationship with any female that isn't his daughter.

His overbearing awakeness comes between holding an actual conversation with you and still learning how to utter the words "no thank you!" as if he were some nervous child.

Like how he couldn’t tell Sarah no every time she would ask to stay up just a few more minutes before her bedtime (those minutes usually leading up to hours) or how every time one of his old flings would come knocking on his front door just magically appearing mostly likely from Tommy's influence on his doorstep holding up some food dish he knew was filled with something vile enough to sit untouched in his fridge for the following week until he would secretly passing it to your dog.

There was another issue that had Joel dodging your eyes—a sudden wave of shame always seemed to follow at just the mere thought of bringing a woman home, knowing there would always be the possibility of you peering through your front curtains and seeing him kissing up against someone else at his doorstep.

Let alone having to explain to both you and Sarah the type of relationship that he had with said woman, it was more than enough anxiety to make him back out of hooking up as a whole.

Joel just couldn't do relationships.

And heaven knows it wasn’t anyone else's fault but his own. It all just makes Joel feel like such a shit person for constantly comparing all the women he has met to everything you do.

Feeling like he was leading all the poor women on, knowing that his heart was completely somewhere else and that no amount of people that he would talk to or hook up with would amount to the emotions and feelings he had for you.

He just couldn't do it.

Not with any of them at least.

Joel was convinced he was a bad person from the moment Tommy and Sarah had left, and he could not stop imagining the very adult things that you both could have been doing instead of fixing your plumbing.

There was just something about your presence that seemed to be so alluring, so intoxicating, to the point where Joel just had to get to work quickly, wanting to fix your sink as fast as he possibly could just to have something to do with his fidgeting, nervous hands.

Squatting down with a grunt to get a better look at the pipes, you had filled the silence with your own sense of conversation, full of that new adult stress that had you bouncing off the walls worrying about finding an ear within Joel, who would on occasion speak up with his own blunt sense of advice.

You were so similar to him, and Joel just loved that about you, and it was scary how he had found someone as troubled as he was.

Not only that, but you were also freaking pretty. It was strange because he had never felt the way he did in such a long time.

You were pretty in the weird way that would make him so nervous to be in the same room as you, how he would stumble his sentences, and how your conversations would always fall awkwardly silent.

Not knowing how to talk to you because he would be too busy trying not to stare or say the wrong thing.

Joel couldn't help it, he was just infatuated with the way you looked, from your glistening brown skin that always looked so soft to the touch to the curls and coils in your hair that looked like it would feel like small little clouds or sugary spun cotton candy in between his fingertips, he wanted so badly to just reach out and touch it—to touch you even.

It was all so wrong, the way he would think about you so vividly that it would keep him up to the point of tossing and turning in his bed at night.

Joel had let your one-sided conversation die down in the air, assuming that your attention had been pulled to something more interesting than watching him work. The last thing he had expected was for you to have noticed him struggling with the stray longer hairs that poked his face.

Making your way over to his side of the cabinets, he hadn't even noticed you leaning down next to him until he flinched at the tap of your fingers against his, trying to grab back his attention.

The position in which you had stood beside him was a heart-hammering sight. He was peering up at you with his mouth slightly gaping.

Joel swore that the way that the kitchen light had glewed through your curls made you seem like some kind of angel trying to bless the sinful thoughts he was having.

The moment wasn't short-lived, watching your hands hesitate before reaching to use one of the scrunchies you had around your wrist to pull his hair away from his face into a small ponytail.

After that exchange, Joel swore that the rest of the day just seemed to continue on with his body moving on autopilot all the way until he was back home resting in his bed.

Just the mere memory of the moment playing over and over in his mind on a loop, laying in his bed with an untouched erection as if he was some sort of pulsing like he was an out of control teenage boy that just discovered what jerking off felt like.

Joel was convinced that his dick was just sort of broken until now. Sure, he would get the occasional morning wood.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of pure arousal that had clouded his mind and left him feeling brick hard, and the worst part was that it was all your fault.

He couldn't believe that he had gotten so spun up about you, thinking about how your fingers had combed through his hair, how those same hands would feel if you just tangled them in his locks and tugged just a bit harder.

His thoughts trailed farther on their own, how your full lips would feel pressed against his own, how they would look all glossed up and wrapped about his dick.

How your voice would sound whimpering out his name under him, having you laid spread out naked in his bed within his own four walls.

It was all your fault for how you had smitten him so easily, with his mind being so fogged that he could barely think about anything but you as he touched himself.

How you had dared to be so much prettier than any of the other women he would meet on Tommy's double dates—which was such a fucked up thing to compare you to—you just had such a personality that made Joel feel so flustered to the point where he ached to have you in his embrace.

to have you close enough that all his senses were taken up by you—how badly he wanted to be held by you, to be smothered in your arms, to bury his face against your chest and melt into an embrace until he smelled like you.

Joel felt like he had to be sick, he had to have fallen ill over the course of meeting you.

It was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with about how just the mere thought of you would make him so hot and heavy.

It was almost agonizing how distracting you were to him at night, the wandering thoughts of you leaving his cock aching against his thigh.

Joel wouldn't even realize he was palming himself through his sweats, recalling how you had practically ruined the entirety of his trajectory. He was already tugging down his joggers, and his hand was crawling under his waistband.

The selfish and completely deprived thoughts would flood his mind at the moment he wrapped his hand around his length.

His hand jerked at his hilt as the other combed through the knotting hair at the base of his scalp, trying to ground himself from the tension that started to knot in his stomach.

The selfish act of pleasure would continue on with no end, all he could think about was how good you were making him feel without even being in the same room as him.

How badly he wanted to press trails of kisses up and down your body, leaving dark little greedy marks against your plush skin.

Joel imagined seeing all of you, all your naked curves and folds, how your plump thighs would look pressed against your chest, how big his hand would look pressing against your stomach pudge.

He was a fucking mess.

His fantasies of you playing out in his mind had him biting his knuckles to keep quiet as he couldn't remember if he had locked his bedroom door or not, and the last thing he needed was Sarah rushing in and killing the mood.

The thin walls don't keep him from unloading all over his hands and pants, bent up strings finally being released with a strained groan parting from his lips as his muscles twitch and his mind finally gets released from the horny rotting intrusion for just a moment he’s floating on a cloud of bliss.

God, how he hated the heart thumping feeling that followed, the minute everything would come back and click into place realizing what he had done and the troubled feelings he had for you.

Joel was convinced he was never going to be able to wrench his heart from your hands anytime soon.

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vanillaxoshi · 1 month

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Hiyaaa I'm that anon that asked if I could write something based on the art piece of Solar you did. Here it is! Trigger warning tho for implied selfharm and pretty decidely implied psychological trauma. Sorry for any typos too I typed this at 2 am after a very hard day :') --

There's a cold chilling breeze on a now barren rock in space. Or well logistics in the matter he's on a planet of course. With some patches of life of course other than the crater he'd made. But well..

..He still can't see. Can he?

There's only the blurred mess of grayed browns, of smoke filling his nose and every other sense.

Solar really should get away from it but alas he was told to stay put. And the last time he disobeyed... Yeah he shouldn't move.

Doesn't solve how his legs itch to move. Doesn't stop the nearly numbing pain in head as his eyes slowly knit and reshape itself. Doesn't stop his hands bleeding what's broken on the inside out.

Solar is tired. Solar is broken or he should be. Should be more broken then just his hands. Part of him deeply wished to be.

He'd be lucky if it happened after the stun he pulled. His master says he should be thankful to whatever Higher being decided to still bless him with eyesight after trying to claw them out.

For risking something so precious was the exact wording he used.

And Solar finds himself reliving the memory.

When he had done it, Retak'ka had asked why. Surprisingly not in anger as Solar expected. Already having preparations of excuses or reasons to why he'd not only done something so reckless but also that would completely make them lose everything they've worked for.

Everything Solar was made for.

Yet it didn't come. Just a simple quiet, "Why did you do it".

And much to Solars own stupid dismay that he even now kicks himself for time and time again. There were no words on his tongue, it threw him off and out of the loop.

.. Why did he do it.. he couldn't just admit why he did it. But he couldn't leave it unanswered.

"I'm testing if conscious harm done by me will do worse damage," he says this with blood dripping from his shut eyes. Acting as if his nails aren't caked with his own blood. Like he wasn't going to force them open for another go if his Master didn't walk in.

The lie.. was an obvious one. Even if his voice didn't waver. Every point of his said the opposite, his already blackened hands pulsed with an old pain and his eyes only exploded with it from the beginning.

Retak'ka knew it was a lie. There's no way he didn't.

But he silently hoped. He just wished silently to just let him have this. Just let him lie this easily without any repercussions.

And he did. He let him lie.

He let him lie knowing full well what he did, knowing Solar still wouldn't be relieved. Not even as he cleans his hands from the blood and sits on the floor with his eyes not actively bleeding anymore after he’d cleaned up.

"You shouldn't have done that", Retak'ka says to Solar, handing the Light Elemental a wet rag. Solar takes it and presses it on his eyes.

"A test like that is much too risky, even with the.. curious idea behind it"

"Tests always have risks to take."

"Not if they risk something precious and personal" he hears

Solar wanted to rebuke that about all the risks he's taken. By using Solar's power so.. so openly. After being kept hidden for stars, know how long. For all the risk Retak'ka is doing by basically kidnapping the other Spirits. It was ludicrous!

It was disgusting to even think about but.. but Solar kept his mouth shut. He didn't say anything but a quiet "hmmm"

It was easier that way. Easier to just... take it? No and yes. But it was also easier to just.. keep quiet. Be silent and follow orders. It'd only quite literally harm him more in the long run in more ways than one if he disobeyed.

He feels a hand on his head, and Solar has half the mind to recoil from the touch but doesn't.

"You are precious to me Cahaya"

That catches Solar more off guard. He.. hasn't used his real name in a long while. Nor has he openly ever shown affection like this. Not like Sir Tok Kasa or Gempa..

Solar tenses. And he doesn't know why, realistically he should be calmer. He isn't getting punished, he's not needing to explain himself on why he did other than what was said before.. So why is so.. fearful?

"So please don't do this again." There were words left out of that sentence. But Solar only nodded. His vocal cords refused to do as they were intended and speak.

So he forces himself to at least stop being so fretful and calm down. It doesn't work but he tries.

..."yeah alright I won't do it again." His voice was quiet but any louder he felt would ruin something. What it is he has no clue, but it's something.

"Good" There was a ruffle of his hair before he heard footsteps leave the room.

Solar snaps out of the memory blinking. There's a familiar pounding behind his eyes as he instinctively reaches up to itch them but stops.

There are tears welling in his eyes. And he's realizing how crying. Yet the Light Spirit can only feel a numbing somber he's felt way too many times to count anymore.

His world used to be light itself both metaphoric and literal.

Solar used to be happier.

Cahaya used to be happier.

He's the light, supposedly having the power to create warmth for others. Something to be a beacon of hope for, dangerous but loving ultimately. He used to be those.. and still he can't help but mourn it. What he used to be.

Cahaya.

Solar was Cahaya but.. not anymore. He couldn't return to those times even if he wanted to.

Which he does. But he doesn't have a choice in the matter.

But still..

Cahaya cries tears of sorrowful golden rays. He's crying liquid glow of what he used to be. And he can't see anymore, the once blurred mess of browns, just filled with his tears.

This land he ruined.. helped ruined. It used to be green, part of him thinks Daun would've loved it... but now much like him. It's barren. Empty.

He hears footsteps and doesn't bother trying to wipe his face.

"Your crying," is the only thing he hears as his master stops by his side.

"Duri.. would've liked this place I think. I just miss a little"

Not a lie. It's not a lie he kept some things to himself. Was it?

"We'll be okay Cahaya"

No they wouldn't. No he wouldn't. Not after this, not after everything the Light Spirit had done and would keep doing. Not even after death.

"You are my precious tool, there's nothing to worry about. Just do as your told and I promise you'll get what you need"

Need.. what did Solar even need or want anymore.

Manipulation freaking manipulation

RETAKKKAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAA

Sheesh, Retakka is so- menacing?? So- malicious?? So- just- i want to push him

Cahaya and trauma!!! He will never eescape it in this blog

This is such a wonderful beautiful fic

Would it be bad if i made this canon to this au??

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vibratingskull · 8 months

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Isekai part 2

Part two baby !!

It’s a gn reader story. No bêta reader involved, sorry for any typo.

You turn on yourself on the hard bed, slightly opening your eyes and your heart skips a beat. Over you float two glowing red orbs and a shadow. You pull the cover to your nose, terrified.

"Wake up." Says Admiral Thrawn. "It is time for a lesson."

You slowly nod, still frozen by fright. He raises up and leaves the cell, letting you a bit of intimity to properly wake yourself up. You sigh. This man must have killed several people with a heart attack.

He takes you to the interrogation room, the one where you broke, and you follow as best you could behind his long strides. You didn't even have breakfast, not that what they serve to their prisoners is particularly appetizing, but still.

You sit down face to face for the lesson, you teach him your language and he teaches you Basic. But your pace is much different, he's already learning complex syntaxe while you're still struggling over their alphabet. You don't consider yourself having a big ego, but it stings.

You pass the next hour breaking your brain on those damn letters and explaining to him further complex rules of your language.

At some point he takes your phone out of his pocket and unlocks it without difficulty, you figure he managed to open it for a month or two, now. Even if your sense of passing time is dulled by your time passed in the cell. You slightly straight up at the view of your phone, alerted, and he immediately noticed.

“You seem envious.” He plainly says, while you’re devouring your phone with your eyes.

“I would like to try and contact my parents.” You say.

He looks at you up and down and gives you your phone. You’re surprised but seize it like he would snatch it back from your hand either way. He must have judged you inoffensive.

You frantically search through your messages but the lack of notification tells you that whatever service providing messages here must not support your phone. You try despite everything.

You select your father’s conversation and start typing, pouring your heart out, diluting your blood in every word you type, telling everything you can, relating every incredible thing that happened to you.

You tap send.

“We will soon see the Emperor.” Thrawn casually says.

How can he drop a bomb like that so nonchalantly? You raise your gaze to his, looking right at you.

“How… How is he?” You ask, fear starting to turn up.

“Proud, royal, haughty... You can’t describe him with so many adjectives.”

“I mean is he… Nice?” You try with hope.

He looks at you bluntly, like you're taking him for an idiot.

“No. He is very much not “nice”.” Your hope is immediately damped.

“I judged your case to be an unprecedented one, and decided it was appropriate to ask for his expertise on the question.”

“My case? So you believe me?!”

“Despite all logic, physics's laws and common sense? Yes. I believe your story.” He admits “And I am sure the Emperor will be terribly interested to hear it too.”

Your heart quivers. Finally, finally someone who believes you on this damn ship, even if you have a hard time believing your own story.

“Do not get your hopes up. By all accounts we do not know how you arrived here or if it is possible to send you back.” He warns you.

You nod, turning back your gaze on your phone.

“If he wants to send you back.” He ends.

Message not sent

You close your phone, all hope slowly dying.

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dowagersqueen · 1 year

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Sorry to hear you’ve been dealing with fandom nonsense. That sucks.

I saw that post you made about how you’re tired of depressing (but interesting, no hate from me!) Alicent meta so here are some fluffy headcanons. I personally do not subscribe to the belief that her life was all doom and gloom. I’m sure she’s had moments of happiness shared with her babies and even moments of peace with herself despite everything because she deserves it 👏.

(Sorry for any typos and awkward wording btw, I’m typing while walking 🙃)

I imagine Helaena as someone who’s a bit of a wanderer. She likes to explore the castle and gardens. Even when she’s with her family, she’ll wander off when something catches her attention. The guards had a hard time keeping track of her when she was a little baby because she used to squeeze into the smallest of places.

Aemond was a bit more shy and reserved. Even when he wanted to explore, he couldn’t bring himself to go off alone or without permission. Sometimes he managed to pester Aegon into accompanying him, other times he’d follow Helaena around. When the bullying began, he was desperate to find somewhere he could be at peace and made himself at home in the library. Every now and then he would pick out a book for Alicent to read to him later that day.

Daeron (the daring) was a runner, sprinting towards whatever caught his attention. Sometimes he’d join Helaena in her adventures, other times he would trail behind Aemond and Criston, asking all sorts of questions. At this point I imagine Aegon’s relationship with Helaena and Aemond is starting to fray, so Daeron’s unconditional love and enthusiasm is wholly welcomed.

Aegon was a pretty happy baby before his siblings came along and the jealousy grew and his father started ignoring him. Whenever he wanted to explore, he wanted to do it with his mother.

A cute headcanon of mine is that Alicent and her brothers used to make paper boats and release them into the water. (I too headcanon that Alicent wore blue because it was her mother’s house colors but also because she saw the sea everyday back in Oldtown and idk, maybe she likes looking at the water and the color blue.) Alicent used to build paper boats with Aegon. It was his favorite activity, even after she started drawing their allies’ house sigils on the sails and quiz him on them.

This got so long, sorry!

i. love. every. single. one. of. these.

and they're all so true and canon because this is how i see them too!!!

i can totally imagine helaena squeezing into some thight space and some poor kingsguard looking for her desperately until he hears a sneeze or a giggle. he can't be mad at the cutest toddler in the red keep tho!

and so true about daeron being a sprinter. both the handmaidens, the kingsguard and alicent would have trouble getting ahold of him once he sees something that sparks his interest.

also also also aegon was definitely that baby that would just show *anything* to alicent and say "mommy look"

in fact even in canon we see baby aegon try to get viserys' attention

i also definitely agree that alicent's life wasn't always doom and gloom. of course there was always a shadow looming, but i like to imagine she got some good moments of genuine happiness with her babies

truly thank you for sending these, they are everything!!!

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wolfstrong · 10 months

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buffy q and a…. what happened in the latest episode? what was the mamotw (monster as metaphor of the week)? interesting character or plot developments?

Okay thank you.

The last episode I watched was s6e18 entropy and honestly not too much happened. It was mostly just centered around the fallout of Hells Bells and Xander and Anya’s botched wedding. Anya and Xander speak for the first time, and we learn that Anya just really really wants to vengeance demon Xanders ass. But she can’t do it on her own, she needs someone else to wish for Xanders demise so that she can grant the wish. She asks Buffy, Dawn, Tara and Willow to wish that Xander was cursed, but they all like hi to much to do tha. So then she gets the idea that she’ll ask Spike. They hang out in the magic box and have a few drinks together, and eventually they end up having a sad self pity hookup with each other. I think this is great, like really perfect you know. Like it’s just so messy and bad and in a weird way Anya and Spike are really good for each other. The only reason they both can’t actually date in canon is because they would just be bad guys. They are tethered to humanity by their respective partner and without that I think they’d just kinda be too unstoppable. But their hook up is good. Also plot twist that is like so extremely funny to me, the “trio” (incel gang) had set up cameras in multiple location to spy on Buffy. Just as Willow was hacking into their camera footage, Anya and Spike start hooking up, so literally Buffy Willow Xander and DAWN watch Anya and Spike have sex on willows laptop like jaw drop. It’s so funny man like bro what a way to discover your sneaky link or woman you left at the alter is out fucking someone else. Also the whole trio watches for no reason too. The writers were on crack at this point. Like lines in the Writers room like every day “fuck it! Let’s have dawn watch the Spike and Anya sloppy hookup over spy cam too!” They didn’t care they were just doing anything. Anyway the episode ended with Tara and Willow making out thank god

As for the monster of the week, people were just fighting their own personal demons in this episode. There was no metaphors, it was literally just like what if you got your heart broken so bad you rebounded on a scumbag. Like okay

And our interesting plot development is that FINALLY Willow and Tata are back together. FELT LIKE SO LONG. Also Buffy has to come clean to everyone that she’s hooking up with spike which I guess is a pretty big conflict of s6 but like… man I’m so sick of the spuffy crap in this season. I don’t really care! I miss Giles. Okay thank you for asking the question I typed this on my iPad so if there are any weird typos it’s cuz it’s so hard to type on an iPad

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 years

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Eri from BNHA IK

A small, pale child with a horn appears in the room, cover head to toe in bandages, shaking and afraid for her life.

She blends in with Devildom really well, but any loud noise is enough to send her to tears, and its just really hard for her to feel comfortable and safe here. But witht the help of familial love and bonding, it all works out!

Once they get close to her, Asmo says, 'why don't you smile ik? you'd look more adorable then you already do!' IK pauses for a moment, stares at him, and tries to smile. But she can't.

Ik meekly whispers, "I'm sorry, but... how do you smile...?'

The room goes silent. Does.. does Ik not know how to smile?

You can continue from here!

ohhh my god i have been thinking about this since yesterday (forgive me for not answering immediately, i needed to stew in the angst potential for a bit)

there is so much hurt/comfort potential in this okay hold on

(cw for some very not nice treatment of children - it's not graphic or anything, but y'know just in case. also this is reaaaally long and probably rife with typos)

so logistical stuff out of the way: ik doesn't necessarily need to be from bnha's setting since its cast and setup doesn't have much bearing on her situation, she can just generally be from a universe where having supernatural powers/sci-fi nonsense is a thing

i'm only somewhat familiar with eri's story since i didn't watch far enough into mha to see it play out, what i know is mostly from screen caps and wiki pages - i know she has a time-rewind type power, but let's say the thing that's gotten ik locked up in an experiment facility is something more actively destructive

let's say it's kind of like venom - a dark, goopy symbiote that's attached itself to ik's... soul i guess?? it isn't removable is what i'm saying (nor is it sentient like venom is, though that'd also be cool)

she was born a regular baby, but maybe her dad gave her away (because he was unable to raise her), and failed to do a background check on the foster agency he gave her to, who passed her onto a scientific organisation of questionable integrity as soon as she could walk

at which point they infected her with the symbiote with the intention of studying its effects on her body. when she wasn't even two years old.

the little horn is probably a mutation as a result of her body playing host to the symbiote - maybe it grows when the symbiote gets aggressive

so the scientist's experiments mostly involve exposing ik to a range of stimuli in order to see how the symbiote reacts

and these stimuli are often awful, because they want as extreme a reaction from the symbiote as possible - that way they can gauge its maximum power

i won't go too graphic but the aim of the stimuli is often to put ik in as much as fear/pain as possible without killing her, and each stimulus experiment is usually run multiple times too

the plan is to figure out the symbiote's full potential and range of abilites, then weaponise it, but the scientists don't get as far as that before POOF, ik ends up in the devildom - at the age of six

the symbiote probably goes haywire as soon as she appears, because she doesn't recognise her surroundings and all these unfamiliar figures around her are terrifying - if they'd been human, everyone might well have died, but diavolo and lucifer combined are powerful enough to restrain the symbiote and intimidate it enough to retreat

which just leaves this tiny bandage-covered child, shaking uncontrollably under the table

it probably takes forever for the others to get her to calm down enough to come out, mostly because she doesn't really understand what they're saying

considering there wasn't a need for her to be educated for the experiments to be carried out, the scientists never bothered to teach ik how to read or write, and she doesn't understand much spoken language either - apart from commands like "come", "stay", "be quiet", "eat", etc

mammon also arrives just as ik is very slowly shuffling towards diavolo's outstretched hand, and he slams the door open so loudly that she immediately pulls back to hide again

guess who's mad at mammon for that one? everybody

but then they stop being as mad when mammon manages to get ik to come to him within like five minutes, while they were all trying for like half an hour

the difference is that everyone else was trying that whole soothing, quiet way of talking, which was very similar to the way the scientists would talk to ik, whereas mammon had that more casual, rough manner that ik had never heard before - which indicated to her that he was safer

it's honestly exhausting for everyone involved for at least two months straight because taking care of ik requires so much patience - the smallest things set her off, and they have to be extremely careful not to lose their temper in the slightest

plus the destruction that the symbiote causes when she inevitably gets scared can be pretty tiring to repair

but they keep going because for the love of everything good in the universe, this little kid just deserves to be happy, and she absolutely should not be given up on, even if so much cautious has to exercised around her

plus those kaboom moments make it all worth it

i imagine that there are like, a series of short kaboom moments for each character, culminating in one really BIG kaboom moment for all of them

here's what i mean by kaboom moment: your entire chest hurts (but in a good way) and you want to cry so hard so badly but you're also so warm and fuzzy inside holy shit

(off the top of my head, the bit in undertale where frisk hugs asriel after the final true pacifist fight is a big kaboom moment for me)

anyway let's talk about the brothers' kaboom moments! these aren't necessarily in chronological order, this is just the order i thought of them in

(also to cut out unnecessary drama, in this au belphie never got locked in the attic or anything)

(there's still, like, character development going on for the others, since the fact that they all mutually want good things for the little kid means they have to communicate so that their tensions don't get in the way)

mammon:

so ik mostly refuses to be touched for a while - if you do it when she's not expecting it, you're very likely to set her off, and if you're unlucky the symbiote will bash you into the nearest wall

but sometimes she gets something on her face that needs to be wiped off, or there's a set of stairs that she'd exhaust herself climbing, and so the others start doing this thing where they'll make a humming sound to let ik know they're about to touch her

ik slowly gets used to this and no longer panics as much when people get too close, but she still refuses to be held for too long

but then, one day...

ik shuffles up to mammon and stares up at him for a bit, then very quietly makes that humming sound herself

he looks back down at her like '??', but then realises what he thinks she's trying to tell him when she makes the noise again

so, veeeery carefully, he picks ik up, steeling himself in case he's interpreting wrong

but ik just gives him an approving sort of look, then relaxes and leans forward to rest her chin on his shoulder

kaboom!

and then he won't shut up about it for the entire rest of the week

(ik starts letting the others pick her up for non-essential reasons as well, and one time while mammon's holding her she reaches out for beel instead, and mammon is so devastated that he sulks for hours until levi tells him that ik probably thought his arms were getting tired)

satan

so lucifer has already put himself in charge of slowly teaching ik how to count as well as the alphabet, but it's going pretty slowly, and in the meantime satan takes it upon himself to teach her how to recognise certain objects

he knows she's mostly non-verbal, so satan doesn't expect ik to repeat after him - he just makes a point of indicating certain objects every now and then and telling her what they are

he also reads to her sometimes, and if an object comes up in the book that is somewhere in the room around them, he'll point to it

ik listens very carefully, and even though there's no way of knowing whether she actually remembers what he's telling her, satan keeps going

and then, while satan's reading to her, she taps him on the arm to get him to stop

eventually he figures out that she wants him to go back to one of the words he just read, so he goes back and repeats the paragraph he just finished, and ik stops him on the word 'friend'

she puts her finger on the word on the page... quietly repeats it... and then points to satan

kaboom!

now, every time he reads out the word 'friend', he and ik point to each other :)

levi

ik ends up spending a substantial amount of time in levi's room with him because she stays at the house of lamentation pretty much all of the time, and levi's home the most (since he sometimes does online lessons)

ik likes to just sit and watch henry swim around in his tank while levi does his thing, and she seems fascinated by how his tech works, but mostly uninterested in watching the actual anime or playing the games with him

levi doesn't mind, but he does make sure to offer often just in case she changes her mind

and eventually she does!

levi's sitting there playing something and ik approaches him, sits down beside him, then reaches out and pats his controller when he pauses in surprise

he asks quietly (trying to contain his excitement), "d'you wanna play?"

and ik nods. so he goes and gets another controller for her, and very patiently teaches her the controls

the first thing ik does when he loads up a multiplayer platformer is walk her character over to his, then jump up and down several times

kaboom!

levi doesn't even know why this moment hits him so hard, it just does

lucifer

so i mentioned earlier that he's teaching ik the alphabet as well as how to count

once he starts teaching her how to read and write simple words (with satan's help), he starts encouraging ik to use her voice more, since she knows a lot more now (also thanks to satan and his reading)

it's very simple stuff, but lucifer's so proud when ik picks things up, is this what it's like to be a father??

he teaches her how to write everyone's names, and she scrawls his out in very wobbly handwriting, then points at him and says very clearly 'lu-ci-fer'

it's the first time she's ever called him by name and it makes him tear up a little, but it isn't even his main kaboom moment - this is:

one time at dinner, she taps him on the arm, then points around the table at everyone and goes 'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven', then looks up at him, and lucifer smiles in very proud approval

but then ik pauses, like she's just remembered something.

and she points around the table and counts them all again - but instead of stopping at seven, she points to herself, then asks, "eight?"

and kaboom!

of course everyone reassures her that "yes, eight!", and meanwhile lucifer is trying very hard not to blink because he does not want his brothers to see him cry

belphie

as i said before, belphie wasn't locked in the attic in this au, and even if he retains that 'humans are the reason all the bad stuff happened' mindset, there's no way he's going to extend that to this traumatised child, what the hell do you take him for??

so anyway....

it takes ages for ik to settle into the house of lamentation enough to sleep properly instead of in short bursts, and she often refuses to go to sleep until everyone is out of the room and she's been reassured several times that the door is locked, and that it'll only be opened once it's time to wake up

sometimes she has nightmares, and belphie is always the first to both realise when she's having them, as well as head down to comfort her

he always insists on staying behind even once ik's calmed down, and for a while this is the only time ik will go to sleep with someone else in the room

belphie often brings ik to watch the stars with him since the company feels nice, and normally she just sits there and listens to him talk about constellations and stuff

but then one day, while they're both just stargazing in silence, ik shuffles over and curls up against belphie's side

that'd be devastating in and of itself, but then belphie looks over and realises that she's gone to sleep

kaboom!

he's so emotional that he can't even get to sleep himself, even though this'd be the perfect moment to

asmo

ik arrives in the devildom wearing this hospital-gown type thing, and since that's the only thing she's used to wearing, she has no idea how to put on other kinds of clothes - and of course she won't let anyone help her dress

so asmo digs around and finds some old but really soft t-shirts, then shrinks them a little, and they work fine

eventually ik becomes more okay with wearing the simpler and comfier outfits he picks out for her, and even if he's dying to dress her up a bit more, asmo'll only do things that ik's comfortable with, so he doesn't

of course she doesn't let him touch her at first, but after a while she'll let him brush her hair - though the nails are still a no-no

because he can't go too ham on the clothes, he buys ik a lot of other trinkets to make up for it when he goes shopping - cuddly toys, little animal figurines, that sort of thing

one of ik's favourites of these is a little plush panda, and she starts bringing it with her from room to room

belphie asks her what the panda's name is, and ik looks a little surprised, like she hasn't considered it before - then slowly says that it's momo

at first asmo doesn't think much of this, but then another day, he gets a little curious and asks, "why momo?"

ik replies very seriously, "is momo. like you."

it takes asmo a second but eventually he figures it out, and...

asmo -> mo -> momo

kaboom!

it takes all of his strength to not squeal and startle her

beel

so ik isn’t used to eating much, since before she’d be given most of the necessary nutrients through a drip, and meals were usually the sort of fare you get on airplanes

at first she’ll only eat plain rice/bread, and very small portions of them at that

so of course beel takes it upon himself to help ik try more food!

he asks around for all sorts of dishes for her to try, diligently making sure none of them could even possibly be dangerous to her, and keeps careful track of which ones she does and doesn’t like

it’s a long process since he has to take it slow, but he’s alright with that

he’s very worried about how little of the food ik will eat though - she’s so little, how is she supposed to grow if she doesn’t eat enough??

so he makes sure she has lots of little snacks throughout the day - and ik pays attention to this

ik often comes to watch beel do his workouts - she seems to enjoy sitting on his back when he does pushups, or riding on his shoulders when he goes for a run, and sometimes she copies him when he does his stretches, it’s very cute

and then one day, after he finishes his exercise and is winding down for a bit before he showers, ik pulls a little bag of biscuits out of her pocket and hands it to him

kaboom!

he thanks her profusely and makes sure he savours every last crumb

the Ultimate Kaboom:

and now we finally get to where the ask left off!

so it’s been a while at this point, ik’s settled pretty comfortably into life in the devildom, and she can talk much more fluently - though she still usually elects to remain quiet

and so asmo asks her why she doesn’t smile more, and ik looks at him for a moment... then tells him she doesn’t know how

the others are kind of devastated - because it’s only now that they realise that they really have never seen ik smile

they’ve just been mistaking the times her eyes lit up in response to their smiles as smiles of her own

of course, they reassure her that it’s alright, but honestly they all have a bit of a cry once they’re alone

like, they know that this isn’t some metric for it to be measured by, and that ik’s tremendously more happy now than she was when she arrived... but there’s some part of them that says they still failed her, because hasn’t smiled even once

they get together for a serious talk about it, and eventually decide that it’s unfair to ik to keep dwelling on this, because it’s not her fault, and this is the sort of thing that needs to happen on its own anyway

and then, eventually, it does!

so ik has to be away from the brothers for a while because there’s a sick bug going around them, and they don’t know whether or not it’s infectious to humans

plus it could be extra deadly if it is, and it’s better to just be safe - so ik stays at the purgatory hall in the mean time, and the brothers call to talk through simeon or solomon’s d.d.d.s when they can

(ik’s comfortable with the other characters at this point as well, i just didn’t want to make this even longer than it already is by including them)

finally, once the bug has cleared up and all of the checks and stuff have been completed, they decide to have a nice dinner together at diavolo’s to celebrate

ik isn’t told exactly why they’re going to his castle, she’s just under the impression they’re visiting - so she’s a little confused when they all just stand silently in the ballroom for a bit

but then the brothers arrive, and it’s the first time ik’s seen them in person in nearly three weeks

and she’s just overjoyed, she doesn’t know how to express it - and she doesn’t realise she’s doing it, but she smiles wide for the first time ever

KABOOM!!!!!!

she runs up to them and crashes into mammon’s legs, and it’s a good thing he immediately scoops her up - since, with her face buried in his jacket, she can’t see everyone else dissolving into a puddle of tears

the sheer power this child holds...

#jtta aus #procrastinated both work and the next chapter of jtta so i could type all this out before i forgot it and i do not regret it #answering asks #sunlightocean #bnha #what would the name for this ik au be???#eri ik doesn't really work so uhhh #symbiote host ik #yeah that works #this is so long that i feel like i should tag the charaters but i also can't be bothered #obey me #obey me brothers #there we go

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nolantalks · 5 months

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Sorry I’ve been busy and quite honestly not logging into this account for a long time as I’ve been switching between my RP mains and characters when getting on. But got a few messages and decided another short answering session is in order. forgive any typos I'm on mobile a d don't actually care about it screwing up because i type to fast for it, keep up iphone.

Are they are stalking your social media pages?

Not mine, but the person that no life or lawyer having jadedglory psycho is actively stalking with her pedophile friend. It’s a social media that pedophile found and threatened to blackmail him with if he didn’t smut with her or admit she was the ultimately marvel nerd. From what he tells me, he keeps it up and will randomly change the info with stuff that happened between when he was a teenager til now but make it look recent. since he knows and he is right that she continues to stalk it and share it. Funny the pictures haven’t been updated in a decade though, probably should have been their first clue that account wasn’t really active. Now I know it’s hard for them to read without completely spazzing out like the 4 year old losers they are. But they seem to think I’m like 9 different people and had that other blog ran by that thing which also has no life collect the info and pass it around. However I’ll say it again as I’ve been saying it for years I’VE NEVER GONE BY OTHER ALIASES!! I know it’s hard for them to read as their eyes are old for people pushing mid 40. Their one shred of connecting me with the person who is their victim grooming victim is the fact that at a recent point in time we’ve used the same discord. It’s also known that I have and encourage the making of multiple discord accounts. It’s also well known and documented as early as 2015 that I’ve let multiple people use a specific discord account of mine……. You do the math. Hahaha.

For those that need hand holding, yes, I’ve not been the only one using one discord account since its creation. I originally stated after my second S attempt during the first time I ran my abilities roleplay I had a friend run it for me, this friend even admitted to the members at the time that they were me but would act as ‘Nolan’ so that the troll army hailthehelpful unleashed on me wouldn’t think it won. She saw first hand the disgusting things I was being sent. Then I did jt again to a friend I made though Hollow Grove yes the same man who also helped another friend of ours advertise his Star Wars site a couple of years ago. He also helped the guy find RP buddies by joining servers with his own account as this friend’s pedo stalker was reading everything he posted on the now ‘community’ discord account I guess jt can be called.

Add about three more friends to that then you get to the guy whose personal info was leaked. That’s one of the reason I’ve been active like insanely active on tumblr’s RPC but all these dramatic 40 year olds have only found me on like 2 groups. I’ve been using my other tumblr RP discord account. Now why did I give this guy the discord? Why not, given it to quite a few others. I did it because he said he was going back to jcink and back to the old groups he loved being in, fandoms. His pedophile stalker is ALOT like him they have many of the same likes, dislikes, personal traits, style of writing and coding, and fandom. The only difference is while he keeps it humble, his stalker hunks she’s too ahit and will smite anyone that goes against her since they are a narcissist. So I gave him the log in and told him to have fun. Use it as a shield from his actual account and that he can run to when his stalker goes after him. Not even I predicted it would be his first forum going back, unlucky bastard. but he is bold I'll give him that, id never join that group, The Greed is it? but he apparently wanted to and has gotten onto the group and into speaking with both the stalker and the psycho. funny they cant tell its him, I thought they knew him oh so well.

anyway, right now this guy I met named kev has it under his control. i still sometimes log onto it as its my dumping account now. its where i put my discord layouts, self programmed bots, and dump sone of my links for drama and coding templates.

so have fun psycho stalker @jadedglory cry, scream, rage about this being wrong. the evidence is there and I've said it multiple times years ago. how else does your tiny mind think that your friends victim and myself have been able to join groups and remain so active all this time? because your dumb ass has been single minded focused on one account well now two. don't you have a life? a man? or woman or a hand? Sure don’t got no lawyer. like you need help in many many ways that go beyond psychologically. Some of us over here playing chess while others think it’s checkers and playing themselves hahaha.

anywho, time to get back to baldur's gate that G got me addicted to. But just a few hours, i got a meeting at 11 and admin work to do.

#rpt #crazy gonna crazy

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"Beware of dog." (Quick OOC and IC information)

Hello! My name is Dex, I'm 28 and go by she/they. I've been RPing on and off tumblr for a long time. I'm just here to have fun, I don't expect anything from anyone except some common sense and decency. You don't have to worry about matching my reply lengths. I'll never RP with anyone under 18 and in general I'd appreciate minors stay off my blog. Any actual smut will happen in private, but things may still get suggestive here. Sometimes I have difficulties typing, so I apologize in advance for any typos. Please don't tease me about them, I am doing my best. I'll RP with anyone from any fandom, OCs or, canon characters. I don't care about mixing it up in fun and weird ways. I support living your dream and being cringe here. Similarly, I support canon/OC ships and multishipping. Ship whatever you want, just don't be a dick about it. Please feel free to contact me for certain RPs or interactions you want to go a particular way, I'm open to working with anything. Scout is vaguely aware of some multiverse shenanigans going on, so even if he recognizes a canon character he's aware they're not the one from his universe. With his work he's often traveling and can be encountered where ever convenient for interactions. I most familiar with G1, IDW, Animated, Prime, and the live action movies. I’m open to any continuity though. About Scout On the surface Scout is a simple recon agent. A low ranking beastformer with the task of tracking targets or scouting out locations. No one knows if the job or the designation came first. He comes off as friendly, easy going, and sometimes a bit of a flirt. Under layers of classification and acting, known to very few, Scout is an espionage agent specializing in sabotage, spying, infiltration, and the occasional assassination. A cold mech willing to do what it takes to get his job done. A liar and a deceiver. It's hard to tell which side is the real one. On the battlefield Scout stays out of the thick of things. As a sniper he’s light and agile, but lacking in strength and armor. Instead Scout works his way around the edge of the battle, taking out enemies at a distance with deadly precision and calling out enemy positions. If forced into melee he has known to be vicious with his plasma blades. One of the few with an outlier ability, Scout is able to shift colors and change his frame. With added hologram and hardlight technology integrated in his frame he can be almost impossible to see, whether he's blending in with the environment or disguised as another mech. Scout has been a Decepticon since the early days. Having been under the boot of the senate for being a beastformer, it was an easy choice to make. Though as the war dragged on Scout started to disagree more and more with Megatron's decisions. He stayed loyal to the cause but, without standing orders and on neutral ground, Scout has been known to be genial with Autobots. To the point of even having had a few dalliances.

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leam1983 · 9 months

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The Dark Side

I hate Hewlett-Packard's PC division. I hate it with the fury of a thousand suns.

Long vent post. Logorrhea below. Clicky.

My go-to portable is 2022's edition of the Razer Blade 14. It's small, reasonably lightweight, it has an admitted paucity of ports, but at least two of them are USB-A 3.0. It's not terribly modular, but the hard drive is easily accessible and replaceable with any commodity M.2 or NVME solution you could think of. Thankfully, all the vendors that served as sources for the hardware are covered by Windows Update for drivers. The keyboard's the perfect size for someone like me who tends to stick his hands in one position near the Home row and that occasionally shifts up and down, and the Chicklet keys feel clicky, tactile and responsive. I can feel my typos as they happen, so I don't typically miss a lot of 'em.

Compare and contrast with what happens when a Boomer decides to buy a slab on the cheap. The HP CN000x "notebook" is a heaving monster that claims to be portable but that has the form factor of a Desktop Replacement, with seventeen inches of screen that more or less scream overkill for anything clerical. The keycaps are mushy and massive, they're spaced too far apart from one another to allow for comfortable muscle-memory typing or for sniping around your home row without looking down - and the Power button is somehow wedged between the F7 and F8 keys, all but guaranteeing that you're going to put your machine to sleep inadvertantly.

All of the above amounts to annoyances, however. What really gets me is what the vendor assumes to be entreprise-grade hardware and security features, when in fact it all amounts to a collection of bloatware and generally inexplicable features crammed at an entry-level price point.

Hardware-level encryption on top of the base TPM layer? She's gonna be fetching emails from her ISP's server and watching cat videos. Entreprise-grade offsite storage shoved in your face upon boot-up? I wouldn't give this shitty keyboard to anyone Corporate even if I actively hated a suit. Dedicated hybrid SSDs? We're in 2023, memory is dirt fucking cheap; there's no real excuse to be pushing spinning rust on someone who has about zero mass storage needs.

Then, there's the kicker: this is an HP laptop, and you cannot, in fact, simply flash a new OS on there and just expect it to recognize everything. You cannot, because the Live media you'll create also needs to receive driver packages specifically from HP in order for the rig to recognize its own hard-mounted and unremovable hard drives.

The only problem? Each fucking SKU has its own driver solution. You need to hit up HP's Support site, let it scan your hardware (rootkits, ew) and then narrow down its fuckjillion "matches" to the one missing driver file it has in its database. A driver file that doesn't, in fact, relate to those drives you're trying to format. A driver that relates to the equally-useless FC reader and that somehow also allows the hybrid drive to show up on the Drives list in a new Windows 11 install.

So, I found the driver, installed it, crossed my fingers... and it still didn't work.

Hunting online got me to see that while HP had shipped this particular line of 17-inch laptops with Windows 11, not all of the hardware was compliant with Windows installs that start at 22H2.

So, knowing I have some spare SSDs that won't throw a fit, I add one in. Zippo. This particular model only accepts proprietary parts. That's without mentioning how the four plus-sized Philips screws that held up the bottom plate were a lie, more or less promising some degree of accessibility only to expose a fucking moron's take on Apple's own closed-sourced engineering.

I mean, I have to hand this to Apple, at least - its hardware plans are graceful. Every PCB goes where it's supposed to and its connectors aren't unnaturally long in order to account for some oversight in general placement. There's no globs, no wasted space - and even if you're not supposed to, you get the sense that any sane person with a screwdriver can at least disassemble and reassemble your average iDevice without making too much of a mess.

HP? Fuck, HP is so concerned with being "helpful" that it buries base components you'd want to easily access - like the SSD or RAM - under a mess of daughterboards.

By this point, I'm on the verge of hunting down who sold that poor lady this hunk of junk and braining them with it. My one and only option is to submit to HP's in-built Recovery partition, which probably runs on the Devil's idea of soldered-on EMMC.

Flashing the SSD portion of a hybrid drive, on the 25th of July, 2023, on a reasonably modern processor and 16 GBs of RAM, took all of eight hours. Eight hours of waiting while Walt swallowed flies, as HP opted, in its infinite wisdom, to hack up Windows 11's installation wizard with a bevy of paid offers that obviously had to include a fucking McAffee antivirus trial. After digging, I realized I'd dodged about ten gigs' worth of bloatware.

Windows is running and so am I, as I'm the abomination's temporary Administrator, while I sort everything out. The second part of my woes is going to unfold tomorrow, as I have to explain to a senior citizen that Microsoft actually wanting to text its userbase to authenticate them at common access portals is actually normal. Couple that with the fact that she's so concerned with security that she's set in passwords consisting of Complete fucking sentences she hasn't bothered to note down anywhere, and restoring her accounts is going to be such a PITA I'm going to stop for schwarma after two hours.

Be a good Admin, if you can, and take a blowtorch to anything HP-branded that isn't a printer or a flat-bed scanner. Oh, and don't be afraid to remind tech-averse Boomers that if you aren't going to be taking this particular machine online and only need to fetch codecs and word processor downloads, then there's nothing wrong with having "123456" as an account password. They're not going to remember anything else anyway, and expecting them to make sense of alphanumerics or special characters in a password is a fool's fucking errand. They won't note it down properly and then they'll call you six months to a year later, complaining that their system is bricked.

Hewlett-Packard computers are bloated and heaving paperweights.

That is all.

#IT post #rant #vent #If you use an HP PC you're dead to me #long post

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Tips and Tricks Tuesday: Drafting

Sometimes I struggle to come up with what to talk about on Tuesdays because as a new self-published author, I feel like I’m not “qualified” to talk about the trials and tribulations that come with being an author. I am still figuring this whole thing out, after all.

However, I don't need to talk about being an author. I can talk about being a writer, because being a writer is something I know very well.

So, without further ado, welcome to …

Tips and Tricks Tuesday!

Today I want to talk about my drafting process. Please note that I say my drafting process, because all writers are unique and although their process may be very similar, I doubt no two are exactly the same. What works for me may not be what works for you.

In order to make a draft, I have to have something to write about. So, by this point in my process I’ve already nailed down the who, what, when, where, and why of my story. I’ve determined the character(s), which I want to be my narrator(s), if I’m writing in first or third person, and past or present tense. I’ve determined how I want my readers to feel about my story as a whole (and at major plot points) and I’m ready to start drafting.

1. I use my outline as a guide to nail down the major events of the story, but it is not set in stone.

I’m currently working on the first draft of book three in the MaM Trilogy and have a rough outline. In my head I have somewhat of an idea of where the story is going (major plot points have been set – albeit not in stone) and am ready to roll. Do I love all of the scenes in my outline?

No, but that’s okay. If I can come up with a better idea that fits and makes more sense, I’ll use that instead of what I have in my outline, but unless I can come up with something that I truly like more than what I have on the page, I’m just going to move forward with it. I can always make changes in my next draft.

2. I write my first draft and try not to dwell on the little things.

It’s a first draft. It’s never ever going to be the shiny polished product I want others to read. I don’t dwell on the typos or get choosy about word-choice because the sentence, paragraph, chapter may not even make it into the next draft.

My main focus is getting the story down and expanding on it from there.

3. Leave it alone.

Once my first draft is written I give myself a few days (I try to hold out for two weeks, but it’s pretty tough since I’m not good at letting my mind roam) before looking at it again.

4. Read through, be unbiased but fair, and make comments to myself as I go.

This is the part that might be hard for a lot of writers. Remember when I said I don’t do any sort of revisions when writing my first draft? That’s because it takes the focus away from just getting the story on the page, but all of those typos? They’re going to be staring right at you. Now, for the sake of time and my own ego, I indulge myself in running the spellchecker before I start my read through. However, if it doesn’t catch it, I don’t take the time to fix it because I’m going to rewrite the whole thing no matter what.

5. Rewrite it

Aka: The Second Draft

Seriously, I write it again. I’m sure you think I’m nuts when there is a feature to literally move one chunk of text to another document, but hear me out. If there are scenes I like and want to fit into my next draft, I pull each document up in a split screen on my laptop and type it. While I do, that is when I screen for typos, select better words, and rearrange paragraphs and sentences.

6. Leave it alone...again.

Trust me, I know how exciting it is to finish a draft. It’s so easy to want to scroll right to the top of your document and start reading over.

Trust me, give it 2-4 weeks. During this time, I start the plotting stages of another project I want to work on. It’s enough to fill my time doing writer-related tasks to keep me from feeling guilty for not writing, but also keeps my hands out of my draft.

7. Read it again.

This time I’m scanning for any mistakes, but also focusing on the major parts of my story. I want to start hammering in ways to convey emotions so the reader really feels things how I want them to feel. I make note of this for my next draft. I also address what parts need to be moved, re-worked, or tossed out completely.

8. Write it again!

Same deal as before: two tabs, I read in one scroll in the other.

9. Let it sit...but this time, find beta readers.

While I let your third draft marinate, I like to interact with other writers and search for beta readers. I find that offering to swap stories with someone is the most effective way to get beta readers. I’m just careful making sure I don’t overwhelm myself with too many swaps.

10. Revise

I run through my manuscript (run the spell checker, pick better words, make sure there are no glaring inconsistencies) and once it has my final seal of approval send it to your beta readers.

11. Repeat as necessary.

I repeat steps 8, 9, and 10 as many times as needed until I feel my story is as perfect as it’s going to get. Then, find myself an editor.

#tips and tricks tuesday #writerblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing

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Okay this is my second time typing this BC I accidentally posted to my main.

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This is hard to write because my OCD makes me type things over and over again so pardon and typos or nonsensical rambling.

My OCD started quite young (5-7), when I was fearful of contaminating the house with germs from object, animals and people. This resulted in excessive hand washing. My parents didn't notice at this time and it was livable.

My OCD got much worse during highschool though and my parents noticed, especially when the washing instensified. I started to wash everything, my books, my computer, my bed, my pens, my clothes (and not the normal way the paper towels and water way). This continued at a stagnant severity until covid and and the following lockdown.

Initially I thought it was great. My washing was finally justified. I could avoid all the major triggers for my OCD by staying inside. I was enjoying myself. Until eventually I couldnt step over cracks one day. It was a ritual that was present all throughout lockdown, but got much worse eventually. When it was less about object contaminating things, but my thoughts.

Soon I couldnt cross any doorway without going back and forth for an hour and i couldn't cross the front door at all so my parents had to carry me ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ . At this point I was zooming with my first therapist who did nothing really other than zoom me every fortnight and mansplain anxiety to me.

So, switched her out and got another one.

By the time of my first appointment with my second therapist covid restrictions were easing up. I though she was cool because she had a therapy cat and I'm a sucker for lil bundles of fluff. But she put me on meds, which wouldn't have been an issue if she had have actually done some work with me on top of that, instead, everytime I went to her she simply said to wait for the meds to kick in and it would be marvellous if there was a little tablet that would take this away from me but alas, nope. Stayed with her and then I was sent to headspace (side note: headspace did nothing themselves, like completely useless) who redirected me to NECAHMS. Then I met the first good therapist I've had, Dr Vader, she actually seemed to care when I told her what was going on, by this time I had gotten over a few of my rituals myself, but with her support I could actually leave my own house without being carried.

Now, you may be wondering why I have dubbed her Dr Vader, well, it's because like most father's she left me. She got a new role in the office and couldn't keep seeing me. I felt a bit shoved aside but oh well, what can you do. Then I got directed to my current therapist who is lovely. We've done some actual talking, she helped me understand my OCD and also wants to bring my parents in to be better supports. I've learned to think of my OCD in a new way and it's still debilitating, but there's hope now.

Sometimes... I lied... Alot of the time a get sad knowing that this will never truly be gone, but at least it might be manageable...

Who knows.

#OCDemons #ocd #mental health #depression #anxiety #therapy #mentalheathawareness

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devinkarlson · 1 year

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Google Word Coach: The Fun Way To Learn English

Introduction

If you've ever found yourself stumped by a tricky word in English, Google Word Coach is the app for you. It's not just a way to learn English—it's also an enjoyable game that can be played on your phone or tablet. In this article, we'll show you how to use Google Word Coach and how it works. We'll also tell you about some of its best features so that when your next trip comes up and there's nothing but trouble ahead (or if you just want to score points with friends), you'll be ready!

It is a game

Word Coach is a fun way to learn English. It's not just an educational tool, but it's also fun! In Word Coach, you will be able to play the game and earn points by correctly guessing words in the puzzle. These points can be used for prizes when you reach certain milestones in your quest for knowledge about English vocabulary.

If you love word games, then this app is definitely for you!

It is available on both Android and iOS

You can access Word Coach on both iOS and Android. The app is available in English, French, German, Spanish and Italian. If you're not sure which language to use for your language learning purposes (or if you have a specific need in mind), it's worth noting that the app itself is multilingual—it supports multiple languages at once! In fact, there are currently over twenty different languages supported by Word Coach:

Arabic

Chinese (Traditional)

Chinese (Simplified)

Dutch (Netherlands) and the rest of Europe.* Danish/Norwegian/Swedish

It has a slight competitive edge

Word Coach is a game. It's also a language learning tool, but it’s also fun, and it has a slight competitive edge.

There are two ways you can play Google word coach: you can use the free version or pay for an upgrade that gives you more options and content (more on this later). Either way, if you want to make sure your score keeps up with the best players in your area or around the world—and maybe even beat them—you'll need to buy some time at the top of the leaderboard!

You can challenge friends by sending them messages via Facebook Messenger or email; they'll get back with their own scores as well as tips on how they got them (if they want). You can see how well everyone else is doing against their previous scores; this helps both beginners and veterans alike who might be still trying out new words without feeling too discouraged by low numbers here and there because they're still getting used-up before moving onto something more challenging yet rewarding once again after several attempts at mastering those tricky ones first thing upon opening each new tab when using Google Docs instead of just typing whatever comes into mind first thing each day without thinking about what sounds good enough yet still satisfying enough so long as there isn't any typos making things harder than necessary either way!

You can choose different languages and difficulty levels

You can choose between English, Spanish, French and Italian. The language you select will determine the difficulty level of your lessons:

Easy: For beginners who want to learn basic words and phrases that are easy to understand.

Normal: For those who have some knowledge of the language but want more practice with common expressions or specific vocabulary items.

Hard: For those who already know how to speak some English but want a challenging lesson set in which they'll be tested on their comprehension skills as well as grammar rules and pronunciation patterns.

It's not just an educational tool, but it's fun too!

This game is not only a learning tool, but it can be fun as well. You can play this game with your friends and family members to improve your English language skills in a fun way.

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You don't have to worry about anything because we will teach you everything about how to play this game step by step so that you won't get confused at any point during your journey of learning how to speak English efficiently and fluently.

Learn English with Google Word Coach

Google Word Coach is a fun way to learn English. You can play it while you are waiting for the bus, or while you are waiting for your lunch break, or even while you are just goofing off on your phone. It's also good if you're bored and want something new to do!

You can practice with words that are specific or more difficult than what they teach in school, which is especially helpful if learning grammar isn't really your thing (like me). I like using this app when my friends and I go out together because we all have different levels of English fluency so there's no pressure from anyone else if one person messes up their turn too much!

Conclusion

In summary, Google Word Coach is a fun way to learn English. It is available on both Android and iOS and has a slight competitive edge that will keep you coming back for more practice. You can choose different languages and difficulty levels to suit your needs and preferences.

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10 WAYS TO CHOOSE THE RIGHT DOMAIN NAME

Choosing the right domain name for your website is pivotal for your success. However, also it can be a hassle to switch latterly on without hurting your brand and hunt rankings If you choose the wrong domain name.

That’s why you must choose the best domain name from the launch.

When first starting, it can be hard to come up with catchy business name ideas with a perfect domain name.

10 ways to choose the right domain name

Stick with. com

There are plenitude of new domain name extensions available moment, from the original. com. net and. org to niche extensions like. pizza. photography, and indeed. blog.

We always recommend choosing the a. com domain name.

While it can be tempting to come up with clever blog names using new extensions, com is still the most established and believable domain name extension. In our opinion, newer domain extensions like. ninja. photography and others can make your business appear less secure. Fleck-com disciplines are the most memorable. Numerous druggies, especially those who aren’t as tech- expertise, will automatically class “. com” at the end of every domain without allowing it. If your website is a commodity like jane. photography and your users accidentally type injane.photography.com, they will end up on an error runner on thephotography.com website.

It’s smart to avoid that threat by sticking with. com.

Not to mention, utmost smartphone keyboards automatically have an a. com button.

Use Keywords in Your Domain Name Hunt

Keywords play an important part in a domain. By using keywords in your domain name, you tell the hunt machines what your website is about. Together with quality content and good stoner experience, keywords in your sphere can help you rank advanced on Google. It's veritably hard to find a good domain with your target keywords, that’s not formerly taken. You'll need to be creative and combine your keywords with other words to make your domain stand out.

Keep Your Domain Name Short

While keywords are important, don’t go overboard with domain length. It’s better to have a domain name that’s short and memorable. We recommend keeping your domain name under 15 characters. Longer domains are harder for your druggies to remember. Not to mention, users will also be more prone to entering typos with longer domain names which can lead to loss of business. That’s why it’s a good idea to keep your domain length short.

Make Your Domain Name Easy to Pronounce and Spell

You should be suitable to fluently partake your domain name when speaking as well as writing. You never know when you’ll be asked to partake in your domain name in person. However, also it surely should be easy to understand and spell for any listener, If you’re planning to use your domain name to produce a professional business dispatch address.

Keep it Unique and Brandable

Your blog domain name must be unique, so you can stand out in your compendiums’ minds. It’s smart to probe other blogs in your niche and find out what domain names they’re using. You don’t want to accidentally use a trademark name or get accused of copying another blogger. You can also choose to pick a domain name that’s more brandable.

Brandable domain names are unique, catchy, and memorable.

Avoid Hyphens in Domain Name

Never produce a domain name with hyphens. Hyphens can be a sign of spam domains that you don't want to be associated with. Hyphenated domains are also prone to typos. However, also your users will probably end up at your contender’s point if they forget to type in the hyphen, If you choose a domain name with hyphens because the domain you want is formerly taken.

Avoid Double Letters

It’s a good idea to avoid domains with doubled letters because it increases your chances of losing business to typos. For illustration, a domain likePresssetup.com will be more prone to typos and affect lost business. Avoiding doubled letters will also make your domain easy to class and further brandable.

Leave Room to Expand

It’s smart to choose a domain name that’s related to your assiduity/ niche because it gives users some idea of what your website is about. But you also don’t want to limit your long-term options too much.

For illustration, a florist might choose a domain name likeorchidblog.com, but also they may want to start blogging about other flowers besides orchids. In that case, the domain might help you from attracting compendiums interested in other flowers

Duly moving your point to a new domain can be a frustrating process, and it can beget you to lose hunt rankings if you don’t do it right. That’s why it's important to pick a flexible domain name from the launch.

Research Your Domain Name

Before you register a domain name, try to find out if there's formerly a registered business using the same name.

You can perform a trademark search to see if there's an analogous or exact name formerly trademarked.

You can also perform a Google search and check for the name’s vacuity on top social media websites like Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc.

A similar or matching name would not only beget confusion, but it could also have severe legal counteraccusations which may bring you a lot of plutocrats. Once you have your website over and running, you can learn further about how to trademark and brand your website name and totem.

Use Domain Name Generators for Clever Ideas

Presently, there are further than 360 million registered domain names. This leads to numerous people saying that all good domains are formerly taken. Searching for individual domain names manually can be veritably time-consuming.

This is where domain name creators come by. These free tools automatically search for your defined keywords to find hundreds of clever domain name ideas

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