#latter was not fun. still need to destress from that

[mynarco]

#pop'n music #takuto #toa #🎹✂️ #today's been a weird mix of yearning and learning firsthand what character x reader sm*t is like #latter was not fun. still need to destress from that #so i drew my boys.

[coldresolve]

are you a torture apologist, or are you just dumb

... said with all the due diligence this subject warrants, etc etc. i’ve written posts about this before, it’s fallen on deaf ears, people either aggressively ignore it, or they go out of their way to take me in bad faith, and when the latter doesn’t work, they fall back on ye olde reliable: tone policing. but we’ve had that conversation too, haven’t we? it’s my culturally determined value of blunt honesty versus your culturally determined value of politeness. i express my opinions in a way that’s admittedly harsh and hyperbolic, and in so doing, my intention is to treat you like someone who is mature enough to distinguish my point from its delivery, and emotionally well-adjusted enough to deal with whatever the fuck some rando on the internet has to say about what you wrote. i also do it because its more fun this way. are we still cool? ffs lol

the thing is, right, it’s fucking easy not to write torture apologia. very straight-forward and simple, in my humble little opinion. you learn what the usual arguments are, and then you try to avoid accidentally making them – a bit like how, when you learn that white supremacy is a thing, you typically then go on to try and not write some wildly racist shit. same principle.

and i genuinely don’t understand why people are so opposed to this, specifically. they don’t know they’re doing it, which is fine, but then when you try to let them know they’re doing it, on the off-chance they even acknowledge that you said anything, they’ll hit you with an “its just for entertainment,” or “it’s not that deep.” so you tell them they sure seem to spend an awful lot of time weaving torture apologia into their vapid, shallow entertainment. and they don’t like that, jesus. but what else are you supposed to say?

i figure i just havent bullied people hard enough about it, honestly. and by bullied i mean pointing out the mindless use of torture apologia as plot points in the slop everybody writes. i would happily tell all of this directly to the writers of 24’s jack bauer, but those guys aren’t here, so.

you probably won’t be surprised to learn that the majority of the myths surrounding torture are rooted in facistic, reactionary thinking. might makes right is big among people who endorse corporal punishment; the ends justify the means is in play when governments try to excuse the use of t-, ahem, enhanced interrogation tactics. allegedly.

and among a much, much longer laundry list of bullshit i’ve seen spewed – oh, not by shady governments, but by you:

torture as an interrogation method yields reliable information

some forms of torture are more sophisticated than others

torture makes people obedient

torture used as a punishment deters unwanted behavior in others

brainwashing is a thing that is possible (usually through torture)

it’s not torture unless it leaves a physical mark on the body

see to me, it’s fucking easy to rework that scene in your story where torture results in the perpetrator gaining trustworthy intel. fucking easy to reconsider that arc where a character gets rewired by torture into passive obedience. fucking easy, when writing a story, to not accidentally send the message that torture is a tool that works. but hey, allow me to really dig my teeth in.

you drumming up your torturer as “skilled” in the “art” of torture feeds real nicely into the myth that torture works as an interrogation method, here under the condition that you should at least do it properly. is that what you believe? or do just believe that there’s an extra special way to cause extreme physical or emotional destress in a person which, for vague unspecified reasons, superceeds all the other, more amateurish ways one could go about it? the former would make you an direct torture apologist – the latter, a fucking twat. ask yourself why “some torture methods are more sophisticated than others” is an idea that needs to be perpetuated. who benefits from that idea? who would feel really validated by that idea? which government on this green earth of ours, hypothetically speaking, could use this idea as a way to paint their own acts of torture as more cultured or civilized than, say, hypothetically speaking, the torture used by those other nations where the brown people live? allegedly.

alternatively, your little good boy slave fantasy seems to imply that being subjected to torture will make a person obedient. is that what you believe? is it true that might makes right? say, wouldn’t state-sanctioned corporal punishment be justified as a tool to make people obey the law, then? no? okay, hear me out then, cause this is really out there, but. could the idea that violence is a tool that makes people more compliant with the demands of their aggressors, possibly maybe perhaps, be something you only find it acceptable to greenlight as the result decades of war propaganda? naaaaah. fiction isn’t reality, and it means nothing, and victims of torture are weak and malleable and broken, and also what they say can’t be trusted cause they have no real fucking agency anyway. fuck me.

“but elias,” i hear you say, “how am i supposed to write an interesting story that features torture in a way that’s in accordance with scientific consensus on its effectiveness and/or consequences? realism and compelling storytelling are diametrically opposed to one another!”

here’s my take: you just straight up lack creativity. cope and seethe.

if you’re interested in writing about torture, read up on what it is, instead of assuming everything you’ve been told by military-sponsored action movies is true and valid. we’re talking about some pretty extreme facets of human behavior and psychology here, but ones that none the less exist in reality. the bare minimun is to not buy in to the myths and propaganda surrounding it. the next step is to write what it can look like in reality. the big boy galaxy brain move is to write torture in a way that challenges the status quo on how we culturally view torture, and how all these false myths affect victims and perpetrators alike. you just have to fucking think about it.

torture for information doesn’t work – but your perpetrator might be convinced that it does. so instead of going the easy route and proving them right – explore how they're wrong. show torture failing. show your perpetrator’s desperation as they gain nothing. they conceptualize their actions as the lesser of two evils, but whoops, there is no second evil. hows that for a change?

is there such a thing as “torture lite?” does it make any real difference whether it leaves a physical mark behind or not? where do we draw the line between interrogation and torture? is that question not interesting enough for you?

is complying with demands under threat of torture the same as genuine obedience? maybe your victim is forced to pretend in certain ways, through feelings of absolute powerlessness. their survival is pitted against the guilt that comes from following the demands of their perpetrator/s. the sense that they’re betraying themselves, the hatred they feel against their aggressor for making them obey, which is otherwise completely uncharacteristic of them. they’re never reduced to a blank slate, there’s always an internal conflict. what if they reach a point where they have nothing left to lose? real torture makes people more defiant. human beings are amazing at adapting to impossible situations. how is that not a wicked fucking cool thing to explore?

brainwashing isn’t real, but your victim’s loved ones believe that it might be. this means that their attempts to talk about their complex feelings toward the more humane sides of their torturer, or recount moments of a strenuous mutual understanding, are met with vehement denial from the people who are supposed to facilitate their recovery. “don’t talk about him like that, he hurt you.” and a desperation to get people to understand that it’s just not that simple. they’re not just saying it because they’ve been brainwashed – people just aren’t black and white, torturers included. the way they feel compelled by the pressure of their loved ones to just… keep quiet about that aspect of their trauma.

here's a fun fact: not only is torture absolutely useless at everything it sets out to do, but rates of PTSD are equally high among victims and perpetrators. the latter is something called participation-induced post-traumatic stress, or perpetrator trauma. you see it in murderers, too. nobody talks about that. and i get it, it’s a touchy subject, we wouldn’t want to portray torture as something human beings do. but, and here’s my counter-argument: maybe reality is just messy and complicated. and maybe exploring that messy complicated reality in fiction can serve as something interesting and worthwhile. emotionally cathartic. no?

if you read up on torture in psychological studies, regarding the psychology of both victims and perpetrators – and possibly also read some sociological studies about how governments have used a lot of the myths i’ve mentioned about torture to excuse their own actions (allegedly) – you start to get an idea for just how comprehensibly it fucks with people, and how effective that propaganda machine has been. real life torture is not rare. torture will continue to not be rare as long as people believe in the idea that it is useful. so maybe it’s a good idea to approach the subject with a little bit of thought beforehand, you know? we could approach fictional depictions of torture with the same amount due diligence we take with the topic of rape or child abuse, instead of, you know, literally affirming all the myths that justify its use and then brushing off criticism like mine in that aggressively uncritical fiction-isnt-reality,-depiction-isn’t-endorsement,-zero-further-introspection way.

or whatever. maybe im just a big meanie, i must be fun at parties, etc

#inspired by 10k notes on my last rb proving there are sane ppl on this site. im starting this discourse again okay idc #im happily dying on the hill of 'maybe don't gargle the balls of US war propaganda in your whump fic' tbh #other #torture #media literacy #media criticism

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello!1st I wanted to say i love your blog its *chefs kiss*,and 2nd could I request (i dont know if this is in someway triggering or not so i apologize) a MC who doesnt believe the brothers can love them 'cause they despise themself and they are so set on (?) with that mindset that the brothers cant convince them otherwise,but MC themself wants to feel loved they...just cant...and they just breakdown saying they arent special and when the brothers meet other humans they will realise that MC is nothing,that they are a horrible being and they will leave them for somebody better,does that make sense I dont wanna go too deep into it(totaaaaally not self projecting)I am so sorry if this is a sensitive topic,feel free to ignore this ask,this has been eating me out for weeks so I just wanted to seek some comfort.Once again your blog is great and dont overwork yourself, take care! :D 🤍

I've definitely been there and even now, I still have these fears. Growing out of these Insecurities and feelings are hard even if you work hard to be as confident as you can. One day it'll happen but until then you just gotta keep reminding yourself that you're worth the world

Also tip, please don't rely on others for self worth - people can be cruel or simply just unpredictable. Not all but until you see every colour of a person you don't know. If you depend on someone else to give you worth and make you feel good then that'll start a very unhealthy cycle for yourself

I hate this phase "love yourself before you love others" because you don't need to, you can find healthy and happy relationships whilst insecure. But I think what it really means is; get self worth before you love another. Make sure you don't do yourself damage by giving you Someone who does the bare minimum or will sometimes make you feel good but is usually a dick.

You can find love but that love can be wrong if you don't pay attention to the red flags. Don't let your insecurities drag you into unhealthy relationships.

Because you are stunning, worth it and loveable. You're Someone people can look up to or admire even if it's for something simple like your humour.

Also thank you, I'll be sure to not overwork myself, make sure you don't pressure yourself too hard about work or your hobbies. Hobbies are all about fun!

Warning: self loathing, depressive themes, angst

You could stand it.

Your eyes traveled along the gifts and trinkets that were in your room. Each one gifted to you by a powerful demon; a demon you live with.

You couldn't stand it.

You could get it; why would someone like that every like you? You weren't special and yet Everyone insisted that you were. You're not the key. Not anything Diavolo wants or expects. Definitely not what the brothers want.

You had to scoff. The brothers only like you because of Lilith, if you were related then they'd never see you as anything but some human. Lilith dragged you here, she made sure you came here and for what? To be always told you're going to be some big thing; someone to destroy hatred and help bring together three realms.

Do they not realize how much pressure that is??!!!! And the how are you even going to do that?! You're magic is unpredictable and useless - it perfectly reflects you.

You whimpered at your own thoughts. The word useless stinging at your heart; it was almost if a knife lodged itself into your chest. Constantly stabbing the word useless into it.

You were useless. They need to find someone who can actually live up to their expectations. Just a good for nothing human....why do they even like you?

You looked back at the gifts, your watery stare turning into a hateful glare.

The question was burning inside your head. You couldn't understand; what did he see in you? You're not special! You're not anything anyone wants you to be and you're just being forced on a pedestal you didn't make!

Why did he always look at you the way he does? Like you actually mean something. Why does he smile so softly when you enter the room?

Why would he be like that when you KNOW that as soon as he meets another human, he'll be running after them without hesitation. Everyone was so much more attractive than you and better than you - you couldn't get why he loved you. Why- no how?! You weren't good enough for him!

No matter how many times he says I love you or compliments you it leaves such a bitter disgusting taste in your mouth. You're so horrible you can't even let people be nice to you - it's all a lie anyway. No one could love you. Never. No one!

You were useless! Disgusting! You weren't even attractive! You weren't loveable! You're a horrible person who looks just as horrible as they are. How can they look at you like that?! How can they stand you?! You're nothing!

You don't get it!

Why?! Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why-!

A scream ripped itself out of your throat. Tears streaming down your face as you clutched your head. Your body curled into itself, shaking and trembling as you choked on your sobs. You coughed through it as you tried to breath but the tears kept coming. Drowning you as you desperately tried to breath under their weight.

The pain was unbelievable. You felt like your head was on fire. You could barely even make out the figure standing at your door. Whoever they were, they scooped you up from the floor and rubbed circles into your arms. You clutched to them for dear life as you cried.

Somewhere in your brain you could tell who it was and it only made you cry harder. Shame filling your lungs as you tried to escape their caring embrace.

"No-! Stop it! I'm nothing! I'm useless-! Let me go-!! Why- why won't you leave me alone?! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! LET ME DIE-!"

were you dying? You felt like it. The ache was painful; your chest growing tighter and tighter. You pounded on their chest, demanding they let you be the useless thing that you are alone.

Lucifer:

He forced back his tears

Just rubbing circles into your skin as he held you

To think you were this Insecure despite being the nicest person who knew

You were Better than him and don't let pride stop you - you were amazing

"not good enough for me? What made you believe that...? You're perfect for me, you complete me."

You denied his claims, sobbing as you listed your insecurities

"Your insecurities don't define you, you're so much more than that - I wouldn't of picked you to be my love if I didn't think you'd be adequate."

He wasn't sure if you were still listening but he pushed past his doubts

Adjusting you in his embrace

"I- I'm not sure if I'm comforting you....I'm not good at being the gentle hand, I want you to see how I see you - you're kind, charming and always keeping me in awe, you mean so much to me, I'll trade anything I could just to see you smile - I love you."

Mammon:

There can only be one self loathing idioit in this relationship

He refuses to let you feel like how he has

His forced confidence - you could easily see through it - anyone could

But you were the only one who then actually helped him feel better when you did see through it

He let a few tears stray, holding you close

"did someone say something to you? I don't forgive 'em for ever making ya this upset, I'm not letting you feel like this."

You shook your head, muttering that he should let you

"why should I? You're my favourite person and you've only made me happy - so let me make you happy! You're the only person who's ever treated me the way ya treat me and I won't let you hate yourself!"

He hugged you even tighter, squeezing you as he hid his face in your shoulder

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, okay? You always know how to make me feel better and it's my turn to make you feel better but you gotta listen to me! I lo-love you! The great Mammon loves you so badly that he just wants to kiss you every day! You're amazing and I won't forgive ya if you let yourself keep going on like this, let me support you.... please...I don't want you to go."

Levithan:

He couldn't get it

He's always been jealous of your personality and ability to make others feel good

His envy makes him despise himself - so seeing you be the same, he couldn't take it

He gave you one big squeeze

"d-don't be stupid! You're the best thing that's come into my life - even better than ruri-chan!"

You didn't believe him, he was obessed with that character

"but it's true-! If I could I'd get loads of merchandise of you too because you're my favourite person! You're just like the protagonists I read about."

His face was beat red but he was determined to make you feel better

"You're Henry, you are brave and kind, always trying your best even if that best isn't up to your own or others standards, you Inspire me! I've thought about of making a series about you...so others can feel just as happy as I do when I see you, you make me feel less insecure and like I actually mean something - why can I do to make you feel the same? You mean everything to me! I really like you....I like-like you-! I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY! Let me make you feel how you make me feel because then you'll see just how amazing you are!"

Satan:

Did someone makes you feel like this or was it just your own thoughts?

If it isn't the latter he'll need to find out who's hurt you

But right now, he hugged you tighter and cradled your head

He couldn't stand to see and hear you so destressed

"did I do something to make you feel like this? I'm so sorry if I did, I don't always realize when I come off rude or hateful- I could never hate you."

You held him tight, telling him to stop

"but I need to fix it if I've hurt you and if it wasn't me then whoever did needs to keep quiet, you don't deserve these feelings."

You huffed, trying to not cry more

He gave your Shoulder a small squeeze

"you're more than enough for me, you're so good to me - sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you, you're always so patient with me and don't make me feel like I'm some unthinking beast, you don't think I'm lying when I be genuine and that makes me love you - I do love you - you make me feel good and I want to do the same for you, you're beyond good and I'll always be happy with the person you are and can become because I know you can do so much and always bring positivity even in the darkest times."

Asmodeus:

He's crying too

He hated of being seen as insecure

He only wanted confidence

Seeing you sob and beat on yourself like this only reminded him of his most private moments

He held you even closer, rocking you gently

"No, dear, I love you too much to let you feel like this, you're amazing to me and I think you're better than even myself, you're my number 1."

You shook your head, telling him he's lying

"I'm not, why would I lie? You're the sweetest person I know, you don't see me as some sex object - you make me feel real and happy - so so happy."

He kissed the top of your head, hiding his tear streaked face

"I want you to be happy....you deserve it, you've got only so long to live and I'm so scared that you're going to hate yourself even until you die, I don't want that! You're beautiful amazing and I could never ask for anyone better! Please- just let's work on our confidence together...okay? You're so wonderful, don't let yourself become so hateful."

Beezlebub:

He's absolutely broken

How didn't he realize you felt this bad about yourself??

He didn't even realize he was crying aswell, just holding you close as his mind screamed at him

"did something make you feel like this? It hurts to hear you say these things."

You shook your head before nodding, muttering you just won't talk anymore

"I didn't mean that, I always want you to be open with me and if not me, atleast one of my brother's."

He picked you up, placing you in a more comfortable position and held you close to his chest

"I love you, it took me awhile to realize that but I do, you make me feel full and happy - like I just ate a big buffet of warm cakes and dishes, I'm always warm when I'm with you, I don't believe you're not good enough - you're kind to me and never judge me for eating, you help me with working out but most importantly, you fixed my family and brought my twin back, I don't know how to make you see how much that means to me and I don't want you to feel bad about yourself when you're always the best person in the room - you're really great."

Belphegor:

"just let me die"

Those words hurt him so bad

He was like that, he demanded to be left to Rot with his own self loathing when Lilith died

He pulled you close to his chest as he grabbed your shoulder

"You're not allowed to feel like this, you've done nothing to feel this much hatred towards yourself."

You told him he was wrong, crying harder

"when am I wrong? I- okay, I can be wrong but I'm not wrong about you, you're my favourite person which means I love you and I don't let my favourite people sit and cry."

He cuddled you, nuzzling his cheek against yours

"You saved me and I will never able to make it up to you, I've hurt you and I hate it- I hate that I'm a reason you get scared, don't ever let yourself rot away, when my brother's just leave me to sleep I always feel so much dread - that I'm being left to die in my bed and will never get to see their faces again - I'll never be able to see your face again....I wouldn't be able to take it.....seeing you everyday makes me want to leave my bed and always make sure you smile, let me make you smile again."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luficer #obey me levithan #obey me imagine #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #angst

[snowdice]

Goblin Brain Study Session Fic 1 [Day 17]

Because I don’t want to just have walls of text for my Goblin Brain Study Session posts, I’m separating them by days. If you want to read the previous chapters, click the links below. What is written for chapter 7 is under the cut.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today.

Logan was a calm man. One would have to be with his chosen career path. Much of it was waiting quietly for the perfect moment or doing rapid calculations in one’s head while in the midst of danger and chaos. He had not made it this far in his career by being prone to emotional outbursts or irrational behavior

Logan was a calm, rational person.

Which is what he told himself even as he threw his phone across the room and it smacked the opposite wall. “God dammit Patton!” he yelled as the other employees in the control room all paused to glance at him before quickly looking away.

He took a deep breath and walked across the room to his phone. It was of course, unharmed seeing as Roman had given him a life proof case for his last birthday.

Roman, his son, who he had not heard from for over an hour at this point. He clenched his fist around the phone. He could not get emotional about this. That would not be productive at this point. He needed to think. He needed to plan.

He needed someone to answer their phone.

Hearing of Remington’s death was already destressing enough on a personal level as he’d known the man for years.

As a father himself, he had understood why Remington had wanted to be on desk duty since his son was born and had respected that. Emile at the time hadn’t even been a legal adult and there was the real risk that if something happened to Remy that his son would end up in the hands of his mother who at the time had simply been considered a “raging bitch” according to Remy, but had latter proved herself that and more. So, Logan had never even thought about having him back in the field until Virgil was at least 18.

Yet, it had still happened. He was still dead, targeted by Virgil’s own mother.

As he imagined Remington would want, Logan’s first thought had been for the man’s son and he’d immediately dispatched Roman as he’d been the closet agent to the man’s house at the time. That is when things started to go even more wrong than just a missing agent.

The last Logan had heard from his own son, he’d been tracking down Virgil Gates and whoever Roman had assumed attempted to kidnap him. He’d found the kidnapper’s car still down the street and texted Logan that he’d checked the nearby bus station and would check the park next.

Thinking he’d had that sorted with Roman on finding the teenager, his mind had wandered to Janus, the boy’s brother. Logan had worried that Janus would have an intense emotional response to the situation and had sent the agent a fake mission in hopes of distracting him until the issue with Virgil was sorted. The text had been marked as ‘read’ only a few moments later, but there had been no response. That was… concerning to say the least. It was possible he had heard of Remington’s death himself and was distracted, but there would be no reason for him to ignore Logan’s text as he shouldn’t be aware Logan himself knew of Remington’s death. In fact, it would be more in character for him to text Logan back and inform him of the issue in that case.

After waiting for a few more minutes, he tried texting Roman again and got no response and then he’d tried again, and again. Soon it had been 20 minutes since he’d last heard from Roman and he’d attempted to call him. He hadn’t gotten an answer. After a few more phone calls he’d tried to call Remus to ask him if he’d heard from his brother, but he hadn’t answered either. He’d continued to rotate between calling and texting the two of them and sometimes Janus hoping one of them would pick up, but none of them did. With no word from either of his sons or his double agent about their whereabouts or the missing child’s, he’d decided to call the boy’s uncle.

When the phone call ended with a car honking and a scream and none of his attempts to call back got any response, that’s when Logan really started to panic. Or worry. Not panic. Concerned even.

Logan started to get a healthy amount of concerned.

There were only thousands of reasons he could think up for the radio silence from everyone with a connection to his agency in a certain geographical reason especially directly after the confirmed death of one of his inactive agents who lived in the area. Surely one of those thousands wasn’t that every one of them was dead including his own sons.

Thinking about his family, it occurred to him to that considering Patton was an agent and also lived in the area, he needed to call his brother as well. The relief from his brother actually answering his phone was quickly burned away by agitation as he was not where he was supposed to be (though a voice in the back of Logan’s head did wonder if perhaps that’s why he was still able to answer his phone) and was instead on an impromptu “road trip.” After getting no other information from him, Patton had hung up on him. He’d been sent to voicemail halfway through the second time he’d tried to call back; the bastard had turned off his phone.

So, the question was what to do now. He collapsed back into his seat glanced at his phone hoping he got back some text from anyone, but alas there was still nothing. He was regretting making his agents cell phones untraceable right about. He wondered if he could hack into Nelson’s network without her realizing; he knew she kept very close trackers on her agents. Janus at least would have his phone from her, and Remus might. Assuming, of course, she hadn’t ordered a hit on them and taken back the cell phones herself. He wouldn’t put it past her.

#study break stories #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #creativitwins #emile picani #remy sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #platonic moxiety #knives #kidnapping #carjacking #murder mentioned #guns mentioned

[angelselene]

NaNoWriMo Plans

So I have a fuckton I should be doing, but it’s already been a long day, so--destressing this way for fifteen minutes.

I am doing NaNoWriMo! I don’t actually think it’ll be *that* hard to get 50k this month--I’ve done more before, but with work and holiday, it’s going to take some push. I do not plan on working solely on one fic though. The wordcount is the priority, not doing it in a single project.

That said, I have some projects that I am targeting serious work on. I’m putting it up here mostly to hold myself accountable.

Goals:

1) Ashes and Smoke - finish it. I have about 5 chapters left in it (I still have a niggling it might be six), but of those five (currently) planned chapters, I only need to write like 2 and a half of them. The rest are already written, even reviewed and cleaned up, so, it’s just those last few chapters, and Ashes will finally be done and dusted.

I love that story. If you were not aware, it is where the Duo you see in Stand Without Flinching came from originally. I played with it for years with no intention of ever posting it because it’s too dark, who the hell wants to read a GW fic that breaks up Heero and Duo and puts them with OCs, much less putting Duo with an OC who is objectively a terrible human being? And making Duo love him. Like. Actually, for real love him? When I got the inspiration for Stand, the Duo of the Ashes world was so strong in my mind that he had to be the version of Duo who was Tony’s son. Even with that, I never expected the story that became Ashes to ever see the light of day, and it is only because I had some wonderful commentors who asked about it, who wanted to see it that I ever cleaned it up and made it into a complete narrative, so I love that story and I’m really proud of what it has become. 2.5 chapters left to write, but they’re scenes I skipped because they’re going to be hard, which is why I need to write them. *deep breath*

2)Surviving the Fire aka Prostitute Shouto  - This is a My Hero Academia fic that I’ve been working on because I somehow got a plot bunny for it. It was supposed to be just a little trashy, smutty like... three-shot, five at max, no more than 12k. It grew goddamn legs and is now 25k+ and I have the whole freaking plot planned. It’ll probably top out around 40k (is telling herself it won’t be 50k, and is not sure she believes it), so I’d really like to just get this done and dusted. I’m telling myself that I’m not going to start posting it until I get Ashes done (done, not posted).

3) Gundam Wing/Criminal Minds Crossover - this has not been started, but there is a little crossover contest I’d like to do this for. Wreckage has been so much fun, that I want to do a MUCH SMALLER version of it with the BAU working with Duo and Heero and their thoughts on them for it. Goal is 3 chapters, sub 12k. *crosses fingers* The contest is targeting shorts, so that really should be short. For real. I swear.

4) Wreckage sidefic - I’d like to do a little Wreckage sidefic for RoyEd week in December for the Crossover category. I’m kinda drawing a blank on plot bunnies, so feel free to shoot me short ideas you’d like to see.

Also, seeing as I’m so far ahead in Stand, I’d really like to get some momentum there again. I’m still a good 15 chapters ahead of my readers, but I haven’t really worked on in the last few months, so I’d really like to make more progress in either Stand or When They Pick Through (that I have the first 11 chapters written for, but I feel like I’ll get caught up there really fast).

Lower priority projects: 3 Naruto fics -- one is the Precipice series (which Fabled Point of No Return is the first fic). I’m loosely planning another 3-4 installments of it, but it’s a little backburnered.

I have another pair of canon divergent longfics that are also backburnered. Part of it is, like with Wreckage, I need to really get most of the Naruto’s latter arcs under my belt that I skipped. The problem is, Naruto is a lot longer than FMA. Even though I found a condensed version, I still have to find the time. Even though I’m taking it divergent at the end of Part 1, I plan on integrating some characters and aspects from latter arcs, and I feel like I need to know the rules and characters before I break them. The first is when Sasuke leaves, Naruto goes with them, and what those next four years look like (pre-slash, gen, probably ~200k?), and the follow up is going to be a Naru/Sasu get together fic where Sasuke finds out that the Sharingan is a matrilineal trait (probably ~100k?)

A Duo’s Soulmate series - I love 1x2, but I will literally ship Duo with dang near anyone. I also like soulmate AUs, so I kind of want to do a series using different iterations of the soulmate AU tropes. The challenge to self is to do one for every pairing with a major character (so all of the pilots and their female counterparts), plus maybe a few extra OT3s for fun. I love iterations of this trope where they don’t have to necessarily have a romantic relationship or even end up together, but for this instance, I’m going to challenge myself to write them all as romantic (or the risk of making the ships I really don’t ship platonic.)

I also haven’t forgotten my Hikaru no Go thing, just really low on the priority totem pole.

*deep breath* Okay, that’s a lot. Hello November. Let’s see what I can get done... 9.6k words so far. 40.4k to go.

#the state of angie #nanowrimo #standwithoutflinchingfic #wreckagefic #Gundam Wing #Fullmetal Alchemist #Naruto #criminal minds #ashesandsmokefic #mha #bnha

[sparklingskz]

the other side | kim woojin

▸ genre: fluff, neighbors au

▸ description: you heard a voice from the other side of your wall singing along to the music you were playing, which was... odd?

▸ word count: 2.2k

▸ a/n: sorry for taking a bit long to post.... i’ve just been stressed with school and life :(

The moment you stepped foot into your apartment you sighed in relief, peeling off your jacket and putting your things down on the table.

It had been a shitty day.

Between your teachers giving you way too many assignments, your co-workers screaming at each other and someone spilling their coffee on your shirt, you could definitely say you weren't in the best of moods. That's why you were just craving to get into bed, watch a movie and officially declare the day as over.

The faint smell of coffee on your clothes called for a shower, though.

You made your way to the bathroom, preparing some towels and pressing play on your showering playlist. Yes, you knew the walls were thin and you would probably get complains from some of your annoying neighbors. Did you care? Not at all, because what you needed in that precise moment was to destress, and what better way to do it than singing as if no one could hear you?

Well, turns out that last part was probably not true. 

You were shampooing your hair, enthusiastically busting out the lyrics of "Shape of You" alongside Ed Sheeran, when you heard a voice joining you, coming from the other side of your wall. You immediately froze, your voice dying in your throat and your hands coming to a halt in your hair. A tiny bit of embarrassment came over you, when you realized that a complete stranger was actively listening to your party of one. You focused on the voice, which showed no signs of stopping whatsoever and just kept singing even though you had become silent.

Mystery Voice Person was really good at singing, you noted. After listening for a few seconds, you decided to just throw all of your embarrassment out the window and started singing along again, both of your voices mixing together to finish the song.

When the next song started playing, you were half expecting the stranger to abandon the improvised duet-thing you had going on, but the moment Ariana Grande's voice filled the room you heard a small gasp followed by the same voice singing along. You, of course, immediately joined, and admittedly became a bit jealous due to the fact that Mystery Voice Person could hit such high notes so effortlessly.

A few minutes later and to your dismay, you didn't really have a reason to stay in the shower anymore, as you had finished washing up. That meant that it was time to turn off the music, but a part of you wanted to continue singing with the stranger, however odd it was. You let the song that was already playing come to an end, hearing how the person sang the final notes, and then got out of the shower. You stopped the music, and didn't hear any other sound coming from the other side of your wall.

-

Turns out that Mystery Voice Person joining your impromptu shower singing session wasn't a one-time occurrence, as in the course of the next few weeks it became common to hear the sound of their voice coming from the apartment next to you.

It was like this game that you had created, where one of you would start playing music and, if the other knew the song (which was most of the time), the both of you would sing along to it. Your music taste was really similar, ranging from slow ballads to hype songs that made you want to start dancing in the spot.

With the course of time you figured out that you guys shared both your bathroom and your living room wall, so you started to play music every time you took a shower or when you had free time and were just lounging in the sofa, looking forward to seeing if the stranger would join or not. That was, if he wasn't the one playing the music first.

Sometimes, you would come home from work and hear the faint sound of a song getting louder as you neared your apartment, and a smile would take over your face when you thought of your neighbor listening to it, waiting for you to join.

It was a pretty fun dynamic, to say the least.

Even though you hadn't met this neighbor face to face, the fact that you shared something as simple as music felt special. Sometimes one of the two of you would laugh at some ridiculous song choices the other would make (Barbie Girl was part of your playlist once), and other times you would notice the other had a bad day when their music consisted of pretty sad tunes. When that happened, you always tried to cheer the other up by singing in the most awful tones you could muster, earning some heartfelt laughter in return.

You didn't feel the need to see each other in person (you never happened to meet when entering your apartments anyways), as you considered that singing together was enough. You did exchange names around a week after the first time you sang together, that being the longest conversation you had held with each other.

"So," you said while getting closer to the wall so you could be heard more clearly, pausing the song that had started playing after the last one. "We've been singing together for like a week now and I don't know your name, Mystery Voice Person."

You could hear the sound of a breathy laugh coming from the other side of the wall. "My name is Woojin, and yours?"

"I'm y/n," you said after smiling, pressing play on the song.

Woojin.

-

It was an ordinary day, same old routine. Getting home, putting away your belongings, preparing something to eat, and then heading to the shower while pressing play on your music.

However, you felt that something was missing that day.

During these past weeks, when you showered at that hour Woojin had joined your singing, which meant that he was usually home around that time.

However, that day you were met with complete silence from the other side of the wall.

You didn't think much of it as first, as it wasn't an obligation of some sort to always be there when the other one played music. People had lives, so Woojin was probably just busy and wasn't home. Or, he just wasn't in the mood to sing that day. Whatever it was, you just hoped he was okay.

You started to become a bit worried when four whole days had passed with no interaction with Woojin. The weird thing is you had actually heard sounds coming from his apartment, like him walking or moving stuff around. You weren't about to go knock on his door and ask him what was going on, because it wasn't like you had an official agreement to what you were doing and you guys definitely weren't friends. Right? You were just neighbors who happened to really like singing together. 

On the fifth day of you not hearing any singing from Woojin, you happened to be released from work early and decided to use that time to relax a bit; maybe take a bath, go for a walk or watch something on Netflix while munching on some food. You ultimately decided on the latter, grabbing some snacks from the kitchen and heading towards the living room, ready to just plop down on the sofa and not move from that position for at least a few hours.

It was when you heard the muffled sound of someone crying that you stopped in your tracks, focusing your attention solely on finding out where it was from.

It sounded like it was coming from the direction of Woojin's apartment.

Food abandoned on the coffee table, you didn't lose one more second and got closer to the wall, moving over to the spot where the crying could be heard more clearly. You softly placed your hands on the surface, wondering if it would be appropriate to say something or not.

"... Woojin?" you asked, loud enough to be heard from the other side of the wall but still trying to sound gentle.

The crying seemed to stop for a moment, before Woojin answered. 

"Um." It sounded like he was trying to compose himself, followed by a sniffle. "Yes?"

"Are you ok?" You obviously knew he wasn't, but what else could you ask? You weren't about to demand him to tell you what was wrong.

Another sniffle. "Yeah, don't worry about me."

Hell, how could you not be worried when he practically disappeared from your sort-of-friendship without notice, and now he was there, sounding like he was having a hard time?

"Hey, I know we don't really know each other but... If you need someone to talk to, I'm here." After a few moments, you added "Even if it's through the wall."

A few seconds passed in complete silence, and then you heard some movement on the other side.

When Woojin spoke again, his voice sounded much closer, as if he had moved right next to where you were standing. "Um..." He seemed to hesitate for a moment. "It's just that I talked with my parents and they aren't very pleased with the idea of me studying music. They think that it's an unstable career, that I'm not good enough for it, that I'm not going to earn enough money... You know the drill." He sighed.

Well shit.

"Oh... That sucks, not gonna lie." You were able to hear a small chuckle.

"Yeah, so that's why I distanced myself from music for a bit, I'm really confused and thinking if I should just change majors completely." He sounded defeated.

"Woojin, your parent's opinions aren't yours. Do you love it? Do you love music?"

"Yes." He didn't hesitate.

"There you go. That's what matters in the end, the only path you should take is the one that makes you happy. If they see how hard you work for it and how much passion you put into music, maybe they'll see how important it is to you and they'll change their minds. Or maybe they won't, but you'll still have other people supporting you for who you truly are." You stopped your motivational speech for a second, waiting to see if he would say something. He didn't, so you continued. "And you definitely have the talent to study music, trust me. You shouldn't abandon it, as it sounds like you were meant for it."

A few more seconds of silence passed, when you heard him start crying again, and you panicked.

"Wait, did I say something wrong? I'm sorry! Woojin? What's wrong?"

"No, it's just... I really needed to hear that."

You visibly relaxed, and smiled. "Tell me if I'm overstepping, but you sound like you need a tight hug right now, and I'm happy to provide."

You heard the sound of steps getting softer by the second, followed by a door opening and closing. You held your breath in anticipation, just as the sound of your door bell ringing filled your apartment.

Rapidly heading towards your front door, you opened it to reveal a red-eyed, messy haired Woojin. You instantly opened your arms in invitation, and he was quick to wrap his own around you.

It was the first time you were seeing him in person, which meant that you would be able to stop imagining how he looked like every time his beautiful voice reached your ears. You weren't able to catch many details about him as he was currently hugging you, but you noted that he was pretty tall, your face barely reaching his shoulder, and that the smell of his cologne was very pleasant.

You stayed in that position for a few more seconds, and you tried to convey as much support in that hug as you could. He then pulled away, and quickly reached to rub at his eyes with the end of his hoodie's sleeve (he had actual sweater paws).

"Wow, I can't believe this is our first time officially meeting and I'm crying my eyes out." He laughed, and you followed.

"Hey, we've listened to each other's sad playlists, I'd say there's nothing to be embarrassed of after that."

"True, true."

"Are you feeling any better?" You softly asked.

"Definitely... You're right, I need to do what makes me happy, and that's definitely music. I just need a way to deal with my parents." He grimaced.

"You can think about that later, how about we stop standing in my doorway and you come inside to watch something on the TV to distract yourself? At least for a while," you offered.

He didn't hesitate to nod. "But only if we're watching a comedy or something, I can't handle any more crying right now."

You let out a chuckle. "You're picking, then." You moved to the side to let him inside your apartment.

And that's how you found yourself sitting in the sofa with Woojin, movie forgotten in the background as you both got to know each other over a huge bowl of popcorn. 

Who knew you would be able to get to know someone over the fact that you sang songs together from two different apartments, only separated by a thin wall?

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshots #stray kids blurbs #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #stray kids reactions #kim woojin #woojin #woojin imagines #stray kids scenarios #woojin scenarios #woojin x reader #woojin blurbs #woojin drabbles #woojin reactions #fluff #stray kids neighbor au

[butch-creeper]

The self indulgent au that no one asked for

So a little background on this au and it’s creation. I made this after talking with my friend @teauoicer about an au where Chuuya is Aku’s mentor and that Q is happy and healthy. This was also around the time I started watching season 2 and omg it was so stressful. I needed something to cope with; and thus my brain fed this au. And now we’re here. 

Also, it’s to be noted that this was made as a nice little au so all the logistics of it have not been ironed out well. I am also still watching season three, word to the wise never binge bsd, so until I finish it, lore is a bit up in the air. This au is mostly for people who just want to see more of Q and also just have some fun and destress about stuff. 

Anyway, onto the au!

-So in this au Q was never locked up, meaning he got to experience life outside of the cell. 

-Gin was the first to meet Q when she was 14 and he was 8.

-Q is closest to Gin since she’s the one that refused to have him locked up

-But that doesn't mean he isn’t close with Aku

-Q stuck to Aku like glue when he was 8 and whenever Gin was away, the child would follow Aku like his own little shadow

-The some of the mafia, especially Dazai and Mori, call him “Little Rashomon” 

-Akutagawa uses Rashomon to play with Q while he works when Q is 8

-Gin will read stories to Q at bedtime and Aku will help out by using rashomon to make shadow puppets.

-Just aku using rashomon for games in general 

- Since aku is seen reading a lot in official art, I like to think that the Akutawgawa siblings are avid readers and devour books at alarming rates

-Naturally Q picks up the habit and soon he has stacks of books all over his room, most of them mystery novels since they are his favorite

-Q loves the Hercule Poirot series by Agatha Christie and Doubt by Yoshiki Tonogai 

-Chuuya is the eldest of the adopted sibling group and as such, he is the go to for problems

-He acts annoyed but he secretly loves the fact that people think him wise enough to help them with whatever problem they have

-Q is actually good friends with Kenji, even though the latter doesn't know who he truly is. 

- As far as Kenji knows, his name is Sugiyama (Yumeno Kyuusaku’s real name) and he’s homeschooled

-And he’s not entirely lying when he says he’s homeschooled

-Q has high levels of anxiety and gets scared in large groups of people so he was never fit for school

-Chuuya and Kouyou still wanted him to learn basic curriculum so they started teaching him at home

-Kenji has told the other agency members about his friend at the library and everyone thinks it’s just another kid he met; everyone except Dazai and Ranpo of course

-Q is fluent in both English and French 

-I like to headcanon that Aku is also fluent in French and the duo can be seen whispering in French every now and then

-He also knows Japanese sign language since Gin is a selective mute and that’s how they communicate during the work day

- Tachihara though that they were doing some elaborate high five for the longest time until one day Higuchi made a comment about Q knowing JSL

- Q is still the Mafia’s trump card but now that he’s been properly raised and taught, he’s very much a force to be reckoned with both physically and intelligence wise

-Q lived a fairly normal life compared to canon and is part of the Black Lizards under Tachihara

-Hirotsu had to deal with a seething Gin that day because “why does the dumbass get my brother and not me?” 

-Tachihara thinks Q is creepy so he doesn't try to develop a relationship beyond subordinate and commander, and Q is fine with that

- Aku was still under Dazai’s training until Q was 10, and Chuuya took the traumatized teenager under his wing away from Dazai’s abuse. 

-Aku still feels weak and is trying to gain his approval from Dazai but now he has other things to worry about

-On the rare day off, Q, Gin, and Aku will go to the park and just chill under a tree and just spend some quiet time together. This quiet time slowly turns into shenanigans and thus the stupid shit begins

-Just imagine a disgruntled Chuuya getting a call that “Aku saw Atsushi and challenged him to a fight in the middle of a crowd and now they need a ride back to the apartment cause Aku is out cold and Gin can’t drive.”

-If Chuuya is that done with there shit, Hirotsu will pick them up at their location like the loving mafia father he is. They will still get scolded on the entire drive home

-Also, Hirotsu has framed photos of the the group all around his personal home office

-If he ever has someone over and they ask about the photos, he simply responds with “These are my children.”

-Chuuya was visiting when someone came by to deliver something and mentioned a picture. And no he did not cry when Hirotsu smiled happily as he said it was a picture of his children at Yokohama park, HE DID NOT CRY!

-Hirotsu is just a chill dad who wants to listen to his opera records in peace

And that’s all I got so far. If you guys have any ideas then ur more than free to send me an ask about the au and any fun little things you make based on the au are welcome. In the end it’s just a fun little thing I’m making. Thanks for reading and I hope ya’ll have a nice day!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #yumeno kyusaku #ryuunosuke akutagawa #gin akutagawa #chuuya nakahara #hirotsu ryurou #long post #rat screeches

[shruggingcutely]

Life as an actress and idol is stressful, but Chisato knows some effective ways to destress.

She has sex with girls. Like Hina. Who is annoying and a jerk, but sometimes that’s just what you need

Rating: No “actual” sex, but ouch, very ouch

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16267523

When Chisato opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Hina’s sleeping face. Chisato reached for her phone to check the time – three hours until she had to get to work – and returned it to her nightstand. While Hina was still asleep, Chisato snuggled up again.

She never cuddled with anyone else she fucked; Hina was the exception because they were both only in this for the physicality. Chisato didn’t feel like she had to put up walls around her… kindred spirit – she snorted at this thought – and sometimes that bit of extra “affection” was nice to have when you made a habit of keeping people at arm’s length or letting them get close just to push them away. Unfortunately for her, the cuddles woke up Hina.

She blinked sleepily and her mouth contorted into a smirk. “Love you too,” Hina said smugly.

“Shut up.” Chisato didn’t need to give Hina’s remark more thought than that.

“Aww, how mean~” Hina pulled her into a tighter embrace that outsiders would have thought loving and intimate, no doubt. At the best of times, however, it was two cold bodies craving warmth, at the worst of times a power play by Hina. Usually the former turned into the latter. “When do you have work?”

“10 AM.” She only ever invited Hina over when they both could afford a lazy morning. Everyone else got kicked out as soon as Chisato got off. Or rather after taking a shower so they were less likely to end up all over the tabloids. Part of the reason for Hina’s special treatment was how comfortable Chisato felt with Hina, the only person she knew who was a similar level of emotionally fucked up and who would only ever joke about falling in love. The second reason? Hina always tired her out so much Chisato fell asleep immediately. As proof Chisato’s body felt sticky all over. Gross. Kind of sore too, but at least her hips didn’t move like rusty machine parts this time.

“Mmh~” Hina closed her eyes again. “Morning sex?”

“Aren’t you a bundle of energy. I need coffee.” The big drawback to letting Hina stay over: this here. Quarter to headache.

“I don’ wanna get uuuup. What if I finger you, that’ll wake you up more than any coffee!”

Chisato shot her the most “never speak a single word ever again” look she could muster, which was an easy 9/10. “What did I tell you about working up to it?”

“We gotta work up to it. Okay, let’s make out.”

Chisato grimaced again. She couldn’t believe they (that was, Hina herself and nobody else) called her Virgin Killer. That she’d had sex with several idols was probably true, but Hina must have been the only one who’d had fun there. Not that Hina didn’t get off Chisato several times, often in a row, every time she stayed over, but Chisato’s interests were far from average.

Chisato sat up. Her back to Hina, a clear signal of rejection. Hina hugged her from behind and rested her head on Chisato’s shoulder like she didn’t care. Of course, she was Hina. “Can I touch your boobs~”

What a pest. Chisato grabbed Hina’s chin and pulled her forward. She turned her head to glare at Hina, who simply smiled. Instead of telling her off, though, Chisato kissed her, more teeth than lips.

Hina winced a little but her smirk returned immediately. “Ah, I get it, that’s the mood~” She laid down again. “I don’t have any of the skimpy photo shoots this week~”

“Good.” Chisato straddled Hina’s hips and all but took a bite out of Hina’s collarbone.

“Mmh, nice~” Hina said and bit her lips. The light in her eyes meant one simple thing: “Chisato, fuck me up.” And she intended to oblige. Chisato’s hands gently followed the curve of Hina’s boobs, and without warning she clamped Hina’s nipples between her fingers. Hina’s hips bucked under her. She let out a slow moan and grinned at Chisato. “No working up to it?”

“Not for you, my love.” Spitting that last part, Chisato smiled the kind of smile that preceded coldblooded murder.

Hina lazily put up her arms, leaving herself open. “Too bad you don’t show that side more often, you’d be so much more popular~”

Pinch. Twist. Hina gasped just barely. “I find I’m popular enough.” Halfheartedly holding back from drawing blood, Chisato kissed Hina. “Not fighting back?”

Hina wiped Chisato’s blonde hair out of her face. “And miss the show? Come on~” Her fingers closed around Chisato’s hair and she threatened a tug. “Besides, you know I’m the kinda girl who loves a boppin’ revenge story~”

Chisato smiled.

Doing this before work was not the best idea before work, true, especially when Hina’s idea of revenge often involved working her entire hand into Chisato’s body, but right now Chisato wanted nothing more than to get Hina to the delightful point where the smirk faded and she begged Chisato for release, a break, or anything. Never did Hina look lovelier.

And, well, Chisato was very fond of dogs.

“Oh, I hope you’ll go easy on me,” Chisato lied, and left a harsh mark on Hina’s collarbone.

#i made this #fanfic #yuri #bandori #chisahina #chisato shirasagi #hina hikawa #fiction #smut

[kittheninja]

Amortentia and Laugh-Inducing Potion!

Amortentia: Talk about 3 things you love. 

1. Video Games: While I would love to go on about Gotcha Force specifically since this ask is from you, lets take a step back and just appreciate video games as a whole. It’s the only truly interactive form of media. Games have helped me get through dark times, destress, gain irreplaceable friends, live out fantasies I could never irl, and so much more. I mean there’s a reason I chose to become a game designer, a reason I worked hard to get my degree, a reason I base so much of my life around video games. I want to be able to create these experiences that bring smiles to people when they need it, grant an escape from harsh realities long enough for people to muster the strength to push through bad times, allow lifelong friendships to form, or just have some fun for a bit. That’s why they’re my passion.

2. Technology: Alright I’ll keep this one shorter. Yeah it’s a very general term, but tech is cool. Seeing it evolve and develop as I grew up was and still is amazing. Everything from self-driving car technology to virtual reality technology. It’s just freaking impressive, even more so when you think back to hundreds of years ago and how quickly tech evolved back then compared to now.

3. Pizza: Easy. One of the perfect foods. Can be eaten for any meal, at any reasonable temperature, and with an almost limitless options for toppings. If I could only eat one kind of food for the rest of my life it’d be pizza due to its sheer variety and tastiness.

Laugh-Inducing Potion: Tell a funny story. 

Uhhhhhh... oh ok. So I used to play World of Warcraft. Played for like 2 years in the latter half of the Burning Crusade expansion and begining of Wrath of the Lich King. I had maxed out a Warlock and was working on a Priest, getting around the minimum level requirement to do the Scarlet Monastery dungeon or something close to that name. Lucky for me I had friends with max level characters offering to run me through for quick xp and loot. Unluckily for me they played mage and rogue. For those unfamiliar with these classes in that game, rogue’s have a skill called vanish where they kinda turn invisible and all the enemies kinda just forget they exist as they can’t see them anymore, and mages have a spell that just turns them invisible much to the same effect. Some of you may know where this is going at this point... Anyways we get through the dungeon without mishap, I get some cool stuff and xp all is good. We get to the final boss of this dungeon, I think her name was Whitemane or something. A spellcaster boss that dropped a nice hat for a priest so of course I wanted that. My friends ask my to attack the boss to start the fight and then they’ll one shot her, and being the naive fool I was and probably still am, I did. Needless to say they poof out of existence via the previously explained skills and let out the laughter they’ve undoubtedly been barely holding in. So I’m there, 1v1ing a boss meant for five people a few levels higher than I currently was. I do the only thing I can, I run and I heal myself. Being a priest class I had a lot of healing. Being an alchemist as my profession I had plenty of mana and healing potions. I ran all the way to the entrance and realized that I wasn’t taking much damage anymore. Turns out the boss ran out of mana. Which I didn’t know could happen, and maybe it can’t maybe I found a glitch or something. Around this time my friends, who have been laughing and watching me suffer like true friends would, finally jump in and help me kill it since it was really no threat to me anymore as it did almost no melee damage. They admitted they hadn’t foreseen that outcome, and never tried to do that to my priest again after that.

Not sure if that’s much of a funny story but it always makes me chuckle looking back at it and I couldn’t think of anything better at the moment so it will have to do.

[40sandfabulousaf]

Iiiiiiiiit's Thursday here, hello everyone! 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊 Things have been hectic at the office and, to top it off, colleagues are coming down with the flu 😷 I did feel a little cold and tired, as though I was about to come down with something. Still going strong so far, thank goodness.

These few days, I focused on:

Mental/emotional relaxation - listening to soothing music after work helps with destressing;

Quality sleep - self explanatory; and

Eating more red meat - red meat has been demonised in recent years but I find it helps me to feel less cold and right now I need it to boost immunity levels.

Usually when I fall sick, I take it easy where exercise is concerned in order to recover more fully and quickly. Right now, I still feel capable of being active. We Chinese believe in Yin and Yang foods, with the latter providing more 'masculine' energy. So the duck I've been having for dinner helps, as does ensuring I go to bed earlier.

Other stuff took a backseat, including writing here. But then I saw the amazing Amanda LaCount's post and it was so high-energy that it would be a crime not to share!

She danced to not one but FOUR different songs!!!!!!!! My fave is definitely the first 🤩🤩🤩 This babe's definitely on 🔥🔥🔥

Exercise helps to start the day right, especially with the adrenalin boost. Despite feeling a little tired in the late afternoon, I'm still able to get through much of the day and clear the work. Hopefully, by taking these extra steps, I'm able to ward off further onset of the flu or catching it. On several occasions, it worked, unless the virus is a particularly strong one.

Also boosting their immunity levels by being active are these curvy babes.

Really going for that upper body strength is Lorei, expertly utilising all that gym equipment (do not know the names apart from the weights 😂). Don't mess with this babe unless you're a masochist and itching for a broken nose.

Also going for it using weights are Georgina and...........

Laura with a medicine ball (that's what those are called, right?).

When it comes to building strength, there's no right or wrong way to do this. Some people lift; others, like me, prefer calisthenics. For example, gymnasts are some of the fittest athletes in the world and they get there by using their bodies as weights and challenging themselves over and over. Check out Olympian Simone Biles and her breathtaking routines on Youtube 😱

If you're interested in calisthenics, Lauren has some pretty good exercises to try out and she makes them interesting too!

Other curvy babes are easing themselves into the active life with gentler routines like walking, such as what Ify is doing.

Never underestimate the benefits of this seemingly simple exercise! When I first did this to resume being active a year after giving up sports due to the auto accident injury, I gradually picked up speed over time. I still power walk weekly and the sweat pouring off my body feels glorious 👌

Also gentle is yoga, which works on flexibility, as well as endurance. Alex demonstrates a quick 10-minute routine that anyone can do at home. Perfect for busy folks who have time constraints as well as those too tired to head to the gym after work.

Lastly, of course there's dance!

Fully working that active wear with smooth moves, a confident smirk and a whole lotta sass!

Grab your partner or a friend and move it move it 💃 Is it just me or does the babe bear a resemblance to Lizzo? Her smile is so cute!

The great part about dance is that it can be done anywhere, basically whenever we feel like it. Catchy beat? Time to get our groove on 😉😉😉

Pregnant women can also join in the fun 😃 Plus, let's face it - there're tons of shopping hauls on social media. Adding some shimmying and some hot moves bring a smile to this easily bored ol' bird's face 😁

There're many ways to get up and get moving and exercise is 1 of the most important branches of wellness where building a more powerful immune system is concerned. This is critical given the current coronavirus situation. Not only that, being active helps to shorten recovery times so that our bodies aren't too battered from fighting viruses.

Whilst it's no use panicking and far better to continue leading our lives like we normally do, we can still take steps to care for ourselves, just in case. As the saying goes, better to be safe than sorry.

In my case, I do this not only for myself, but for my aging parents too. They don't need something more to worry about when they need to focus on protecting themselves as best as they can. As a family, all of us, including Little Bro and his wifey, have united once more to do our best to get through this trying period as a unit.

And... to end this post, since laughter is the best medicine, I saw this on a friend's Facebook wall and nearly fainted from laughing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Till the next post, stay sweet! And oh, have a happy weekend too 🤗

#goldenconfidence #itsmyconfidence #positivity #positivethoughts #positivemind #positivelife #positiveliving #bepositive #positivevibes #positivelifestyle #visiblyplus #visiblyplussize

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A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? C)(aotic Neutral. Since she’s unlawful, she’d use her skills at manipulation and flattery to fool guardsmen and members of authority. Most of the time it would be just to see what she could get out of it. She wouldn’t deliberately use it for evil unless the person who she’s manipulating has wronged her. She also wouldn’t deliberately use it for good unless someone she cares for needs it. If helping others, it’s usually because she gets something out of it or she’s being held in high esteem for it. Whether or not that person wants her to do good or evil means little to her, as long as they don’t hurt anyone to which she’s close. Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Water. She hates most other non-alcoholic drinks, and refrains from drinking alcoholic ones at the demand of her wife. Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Yes! She lives with her wife, her matesprit, her two dogs and her sea serpent. There are quite a few need-to-knows when it comes to living with Feferi.    - Her transport pads are always open and she freely gives her coordinates out to anyone. Unless one is staying in one of the two fortified residential suites, they are vulnerable to any and everyone Feferi invites over.    - Feferi doesn’t allow anyone else to do housework but her, and will become upset should one try.    - There are several spaces within the home that are off-limits. They’re impossible to get into and very hard to spot.    - Feferi detests fast food in her home, and will be offended if anything other than her cooking gets eaten (unless it’s her wife). Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? She lives in a lavish mansion in Malibu. It’s all creams and whites, with marble floors, columns, counters and walls, French doors and billowing curtains, expensive carpets, exotic plants, rare sculptures, and an aquatic tunnel system from CBB. The place is immaculate and Feferi makes sure of it. Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? She’ll cuddle with her wife and pets, or go out for a night on the town, depending on her (or her wife’s) mood. Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Her loved ones, her friends, her family, her pets, flattery, nice gestures and gifts. Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Feferi will hold a grudge until she’s wiped from existence. There are still several people she wouldn’t hesitate to throw off a cliff despite the wrongs they inflicted being minor. Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? She reads! As much as she likes to portray herself as a dumb slut, Feferi loves to read, study and research. She loves learning about biology the most. Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? She only sleeps when her wife tells her to, or if/when she collapses from exhaustion. Once she does get to sleep, it’s a whole different ball game. Gone is the prim and proper. Instead, Feferi is all snores, messy hair, gaping mouth, half-open eyes and drool. If she falls asleep on a bed, she can be found waking up halfway on the floor. Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Absolutely not, but she believes she’s found the closest thing to it. Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? She has somewhat of a family she calls The Misfit Clan. Roxy adopted her and Nepeta when they revived, so Feferi considers the latter a sister. She considers Rose and Dave to be siblings as well since they’re Roxy’s only blood-related children. Kanaya and Karkat are considered in-laws. Of course, there also is the family she has with her wife and pets. Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Rules are meaningless to her, and she only selects the few that suit her anyway. Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Very accepting. Magic is already a big part of her life. Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Very much so, but she only reaches out when she truly needs something. She has plenty of favours racked up and is just waiting for the right time to use them. Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Despite her detesting children, Feferi would be a great mother. A great indication would be how she treats her pets. Unfortunately, she’d spoil a child rotten, but she’d fill their life with as much love and support as she could. Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? She’s skilled with a variety of weapons, and has used them a number of times. She doesn’t care either way about violence, but will make sure others don’t see her partake in it. Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Feferi doesn’t believe in anything, so she’s doubtful about everything. She will defend her hatred for Darla with her life though. Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? It’s hard to say. She’s good at remembering hygiene and grooming, but fails to eat and sleep. Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? She adores music! She does listen to music whenever she can, and will sing while doing chores. Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? She always says anyone can touch her anywhere, but she actually doesn’t like much physical contact. She hates hugs especially. It’s hard for her to understand touching outside of a sexual context. Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Never. She only thinks about the here and now. Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? She lies a ton and doesn’t feel sorry about any of it. She used to drink heavily and chain smoke, but since getting her pets, she’s stopped. Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? She’s very preppy and mostly wears neutral/conservative colours. She prefers dresses or blouses and skirts with thigh high socks and heels. Her staples are usually light-coloured long-sleeved blouses, dark-coloured pleated miniskirts, white thigh highs and black Louboutins. X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? If it weren’t for her powers, her health would be atrocious. Thankfully, she’s got her Life powers to keep her well. She grooms herself to an impeccable standards, works out heavilg and for long periods of time, and keeps to a strict diet. Anything outside of that fails though. Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Sex, Spongebob, cooking, gardening, the ocean and biology. Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown? Despite everything, she’s a Cancer.

#long #not glubbing 38( #fis)(canons

[snowdice]

Goblin Brain Study Session Fic 1 [Day 16]

Because I don’t want to just have walls of text for my Goblin Brain Study Session posts, I’m separating them by days. If you want to read the previous chapters, click the links below. What is written for chapter 7 is under the cut. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today.

I have no idea how long I’m actually going to study today so...

Logan was a calm man. One would have to be with his chosen career path. Much of it was waiting quietly for the perfect moment or doing rapid calculations in one’s head while in the midst of danger and chaos. He had not made it this far in his career by being prone to emotional outbursts or irrational behavior

Logan was a calm, rational person.

Which is what he told himself even as he threw his phone across the room and it smacked the opposite wall. “God dammit Patton!” he yelled as the other employees in the control room all paused to glance at him before quickly looking away.

He took a deep breath and walked across the room to his phone. It was of course, unharmed seeing as Roman had given him a life proof case for his last birthday.

Roman, his son, who he had not heard from for over an hour at this point. He clenched his fist around the phone. He could not get emotional about this. That would not be productive at this point. He needed to think. He needed to plan.

He needed someone to answer their phone.

Hearing of Remington’s death was already destressing enough on a personal level as he’d known the man for years.

As a father himself, he had understood why Remington had wanted to be on desk duty since his son was born and had respected that. Emile at the time hadn’t even been a legal adult and there was the real risk that if something happened to Remy that his son would end up in the hands of his mother who at the time had simply been considered a “raging bitch” according to Remy, but had latter proved herself that and more. So, Logan had never even thought about having him back in the field until Virgil was at least 18.

Yet, it had still happened. He was still dead, targeted by Virgil’s own mother.

As he imagined Remington would want, Logan’s first thought had been for the man’s son and he’d immediately dispatched Roman as he’d been the closet agent to the man’s house at the time. That is when things started to go even more wrong than just a missing agent.

The last Logan had heard from his own son, he’d been tracking down Virgil Gates and whoever Roman had assumed attempted to kidnap him. He’d found the kidnapper’s car still down the street and texted Logan that he’d checked the nearby bus station and would check the park next.

#study break stories #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #creativitwins #emile picani #remy sanders #virgil sanders #platonic moxiety #knives #kidnapping #carjacking #murder mentioned #guns mentioned