#like that process works for some people so YAY if that's you! but it's fine to be gentle with yourself and to see strengths

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

lonan clark google searches: jesus stained glass

#ohhh this prose is UNREADY for how pretty i'm about to make it <33333 #I HAVE A REVISION LIST FOR HB AND IT MAKES ME SO EXCITED #i don't typically like revision and it's probably because in university Writing School they make revision seem like you need to murder #your current writing LOL like nooo STOPPP #that's such an old outdated school of thought #the best writing profs I had KNEW that not all writing needs to be burned to the ground and written back up #like that process works for some people so YAY if that's you! but it's fine to be gentle with yourself and to see strengths #in your first drafts and to see revision as a way to refine what you originally wrote as an act of honouring rather than #as an act of destruction.... don't get me started on the “YOU MUST SUFFER IN REVISION” attitude that my least favourite teachers had loool #NO YOU DON'T!!!!!! IT'S JUST WRITING CALM DOWN!!!!!

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this.

Here we start a new series, at last I regained my love for writing n' reading 🥰

I have no idea how to write Hobie's accent, so apologies for that in advance. Any input and advise is well welcomed ☺️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood, injuries, fighting, cursing, anxiety.

Words: 2022

Chapter one: What else you got?

"When will you ever grow up?! Going against our path, is going against the family!" My father yelled, speaking about his religion and how I refused to believe in his insanity while punching the table to accentuate his anger.

"Then maybe I was never really a part of this shit family!" A smack on the face, it came from across my step mother that had entered the conversation, "Never come back, insufferable brat" she spit at me.

I had had it with them, so I flipped them off and left with a duffle bag on my shoulder.

As soon as I arrived to the train station and took seat inside the train, my heart broke, tears streamed down my face, like a wild river I tried to hold back when I looked the disappointment in my father's eyes.

Let's start from the beginning, my name is Y/n L/n, and it's been two weeks since I moved to the big city. A friend got me a job on a coffee shop and a small flat near it, without her I would've slept on the streets probably, so I owe her a lot.

Every day is the same! It's going to drive me crazy. I make the minimum for attending crazy fucked up people! Every day is the same compalints, some about the damm prices, the ice cream flavors, the fact that not always we have cash to break a 20, bitch come on, who buys a two dollar coffee with 20 or 100 bucks?? Seriously, people are crazy, and they take it on me just because I'm on the counter almost all the time.

I'm fucking tired.

Then one night, I was doing inventory when Jess, on the subject that I owe her a lot, she practically begged me to accompany her to a very illegal show downtown, on a sketchy bar no less. "I don't know Jess, those shows aren't really my thing, neither is a lot of people on a confined space" you shrugged, "Come on Y/n, my boyfriend is playing the bass, but I don't wanna go alone, maybe I could even present you to a few people, so you have friends, other than me" I looked at her with a stern look, that was the least of my concerns.

"It's just...you look so lonely and sad all the time, maybe you could have some fun, ya' know, to loosen up the stress from work" before she could keep blabbering reasons to go, I caved. "Fine" she yelled a high pitched "Yay" and hugged me.

It's amazing how easy is to get killed in the city nowadays, my first couple of days working I got shocked with how many corpses I encountered as soon as I opened my apartment door, but then I got used to it? I don't throw up as much as before, so that's a start.

But everything is so messy right now, with V.E.N.O.M tasks forces roaming the streets, people instead of being scared, they've become violent. I have no idea how Jess can be so hyped about a show when there's like an 80% chance we'll get killed in the process.

But hey, YOLO right?

Since it was a punk event, she wanted me to "blend in", as to not dress as a total nerd like I always do according to her. So we stopped at her apartment to get ready.

She lend me a plaid mini skirt, mid thigh stockings, a learher jacket that ended mid torso, a dark red shirt with a weird spider logo, a spiky choker and did a very goth or punk-like work on my face.

I didn't recognized myself, but I didn't quite hated it either.

Black boots with chains completed the look according to her, "Ya' look stunnin', honey" she squealed, coming out of the bathroom ready herself, wearing all things similar to mine, with the addition of a oversized denim jacket filled with band related pins and patches.

"Your boyfriend's, I suppose" she turned back to me, blushed slightly, "He gifted this to me, he's so cool and corny, I love him so much".

I am jealous of her. Her boyfriend has stopped by work a few times, he's tough but nice and very likeable. I could tell he would go to hell and back for her.

I was so fucking jealous of that.

The place wasn't really far from my apartment, which would allow me to slip away in case I needed it, oh boy, not even two seconds inside and I already wanted to run away.

It was a mess of all kinds of black dressed people, like the pride parade but goth, punk and violently weird. Jess seemed to be fine around the mess, she was a natural, totally in her element.

There was this feeling climbing up my spine, weakening my knees and my lungs, anxiety making her debut.

"C'mon let's get to the front before they start playin', otherwise we won't be able to see shit!" She pulled me across the sea of leather and spikes, I sensed a lot of stares and wolf whistles, probably not for me, but it felt so alien to me.

The group made its introduction, the crowd wildly started screaming and jumping, shoving us against the fence that kept us away from the stage. The amps to the limit, and the people jumping and shoving, everything begun to spin, in a haze I believed myself to be drunk but totally sober, "Jess! I wanna leave" I tried to scream but she couldn't hear me. Couldn't move either, trapped in between the fence I could only close my eyes in hopes the pain in my ears and my chest would end soon.

A hand took mine, out of a sudden I was on the other side of the fence. Due to the momentum I clashed against a bunch of pins and chains, "Follow me" He said, not ever letting my hand go, he lead me backstage, where the sound of the still going music and cheering was a bit muffled, barely bearable.

"Better?" I looked up to him, he had a wild black mane, piercings on his brows and his lower lip, stunning factions and he was built amazingly. "Yeah, sorry about the trouble" he chuckled at my embarrassment, "S' nothin', stay here all you need" he winked and rushed back to the stage, the screaming intensified as soon as he did.

A while later, Jess got to the backstage by the arm of her boyfriend, "Oh, honey I'm so sorry, are you feeling okay now?" I shook my head, hugging myself in absolute embarrassment. "'m gonna head back, sorry" she held me as soon as I was about to leave, "First, your knight in denim armor, Hobie I can't thank you enough" she thank him.

So that was his name, Hobie.

"No problem, that was a bad edge" his accent was so thick that's all I got to hear him say. "Hobie we need to scram, they are on their way, get the explosives" said none other than Jess's boyfriend, "Another raid? But babe" she whined, not caring about the sudden violence about to be unleashed apparently.

"Jess we need to leave, now!" I tried to take her away, but she resisted and shoved my hand away from hers, "I'm actually gonna stay for this one, Spider-Man might actually appear this time" She excitedly left with her boyfriend.

How could she just left when there was going to be another raid outside?! "Why today, I knew I shouldn't have come to this stupid thing!" Searching routes, but nothing came to mind, the sound of the tasks forces was loud, and the one from the rebellion was even more so.

Everything went down because of Oscorp taking over, then Spider-Man showed up to shake up the masses into a furious rebellion, it bothered me tat the rebels acted as if the destruction, the purchase of weapons from gangsters, and the eternal bustle, would change the fact that V.E.N.O.M had almost completely taken over the streets. The rebellion regained territory in the last assault, but in that hell several young people died, and not even Spider-Man could do anything about it.

Usually I don't get into that shit, because for fun I rather go dancing at the club, though I admit I threw a Molotov at a task forces's car, once the opportunity presented itself.

When I got out, everything was smoke, explosions, people running, crying and shouting with hate. The alley that led to the passage where I would hopefully make it to my apartment was across the fire. I plucked up my courage and ran, a little difficult because of the platforms on my shoes, the damn mini skirt, and because of the shooting that started when I managed to jump over the puddle of burning gasoline.

I fell and hit all the cement on my legs and arms, I got up quickly because the adrenaline was stronger than the bullet that grazed my knee, so I managed to take refuge in the back of the building.

"Where you think you goin' bitch" A cop grabbed my arm, seeing that I resisted him the baton on his other hand hit the back of my knees and then I had no other choice but to fall, the cut on my knee bleeding even more, but I couldn't feel it yet.

He rises the baton to hit me again, but it got swooped off his hand, in about a second that same cop was literally mummified to the wall, all covered in spider webs.

"You okay?" Red and blue suit, spikes on the head of the mask, denim jacket and boots, yeah a hero alright. "Peachy" He just saved me, but the bitterness from my friend bailing on me, the recent anxiety attack, the raid, the pulsing wound that I made the mistake of acknowledge, and the posible bruise from the baton, got to me pretty fast.

"Go save the others, I'm fine" he didn't moved, instead he stretched his hand towards me, "Let me take you some'ere safe first" normally I would've sent him to hell itself, but taking everything into consideration, I ended up agreeing.

As soon as I took his hand, he pulled me up and into his arms. He secured my waist with his arm, "By the green building is alright" he nodded then fired his web, without warning he took flight, taking an even firmer grasp on my waist.

Meanwhile I hid my face on his neck and yelled a bit.

As soon as we landed I shoved myself off of his grasp, clinging to the fire stairs railing for dear life, "Bit nauseous there love?" He joked, "A warning would've been appreciated" I swallowed the bit of puke that threatened the back of my throat, "But thanks, I'll take it form here".

My knees quivered when trying to make a decent step, the pulsing hurt behind my legs, "Ya' sure?" He asked, getting at a safe distance from my pathetic state, "Yeah, now aren't you needed elsewhere?" He slightly laughed at my embarrassment, "That can wait, they were holding it up, a'right" I could hear his smile under that mask.

"Need help there, love?" He offered, making it sound more like a tease, his hand reaching towards me once more, "I'll be careful" He promised. I caved again, after all, I lived in the eighth floor.

"Now we're good, night spiderman" I tried to close the door but he stopped it with his combat boots, "What" he stayed silent for a second, "Not even a kiss?" He joked? I couldn't tell because of the mask, then he just leaned on the doorframe. I genuinely laughed, like I haven't in a while, "Thanks for the laugh, maybe next time you save me, I'll give you that kiss, how's that?" He tilted his head a bit, like thinking, then just nodded.

I think he was about to say something, but an explosion on the raid site got to his attention, "I think you're needed" When I turned my head around he had already left.

#hobie x y/n #hobie brown #hobie x you #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown smut #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk

[im-dehydrated05]

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mention of a suicide joke might fly over your head, but discreción is still advised.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

"And then she said, 'You don't look like an artist.' She called me subpar and said that the art club had a reputation to uphold or whatever."

Aurora kicked a rock from the pathway as Daniela and she walked around the club fair. She had met with the redhead a while ago and processed to tell her what a bitch Joana was.

This happens every single time I try to join the club through the club fair; why am I even angry at this point?

Daniela: "You know, I could ask my mom to let you enter the club; she kind of runs it."

Daniela gave her a sheepish smile. She looked embarrassed for some reason. Aurora just smiled at her and waved it off. She already knew what she wanted to do in this loop.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just join the student council or something."

Daniela's expression changed to concern.

Daniela: "Are you sure all the people there are overworked, and don't you, uh, have theater or something?"

Aurora had literally mentioned her theater class briefly during their walk; she was kind of surprised Daniela actually remembered.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me overworking myself. I've been involved in multiple projects since high school. My family wasn't well off either, so I used to work too; I'm basically used to juggling multiple things."

Daniela seemed even more concerned now, but Aurora reassured her, putting her hand on Daniela's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Besides, I'll have you to keep me grounded, right?"

Daniela stared at the brunette for a moment; her face slowly flushed red, giving Aurora a shy nod.

Daniela: "Y-yeah, totally!"

Aurora laughed before giving Daniela a playful nudge and smirking at her.

"No need to be shy, Dani."

Dani flushed redder, laughing bashfully, and the two continued walking until they finally came across the student council table. Daniela looked nervous while staying behind Aurora, who just casually walked up to the table. The first to make eye contact with her was the blonde goddess, whom she gave a bright smile to.

"Hello, I would like to join the student council."

Bela, of course, looks just as indifferent as always, which kind of made Aurora's heart ache given the circumstances of Bela's heart. The weird thing was how Bela didn't say a word; her gaze was just flickering on Aurora's face as if looking for something. That's when another council member stepped in.

Jasmin: “Do you want to join?”

Aurora turns to Jasmin, still feeling Bela's eyes on her.

"Yeah, I was wondering if there were any spots open, like maybe the first-year representative, but anything is good, to be honest."

Jasmin turns to Bela, who still seems to be in a trance. She gives the blonde a weird look before turning to Casey, who just whispers something about finally someone wanting to join the council.

Bela: "I assume you know the kind of work you'll have to deal with if you're asking for that position specifically, right?"

Aurora looks surprised when Bela finally speaks. Turning toward the blonde with a grin and nodding, she meets Bela's gaze.

"Of course I do, Ms. President."

The brunette said, way too confidently. Jasmine and Casey shoot a look at each other, knowing how Bela normally reacts to people like this, but to their surprise, Bela's expression seems to soften slightly as she observes Aurora. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

Bela: "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow in the student council room at 8 p.m. sharp."

Aurora couldn't hide her excitement as she thanked Bela and the other council members. She turned to Daniela, who had been anxiously watching the interaction.

Daniela: "Yay, you got in."

Aurora raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms while tapping her foot on the floor.

"Well, you don't sound that excited for me at all."

Daniela: "I'm just worried about you, okay?"

The two stare at each other.

.

.

.

"You think Angie is still in the fridge?"

Daniela: "Shit."

False alarm Angie has not frozen to death; she is currently passed out on the couch. Aurora and Daniela let out a sigh of relief. The brunette went to sit on a chair by the kitchen counter, while Daniela went to her room to clean her skateboard for the club. That's when your phone gets a notification.

[phone]

HEY BEAUTIFUL!

Hello Cassandra

HOW YOU KNOW?

Something about the way you type just screams out Resident Diva

AWW THANKS!

Wasn't a compliment but okey 😑

SO... YOU DOING ANYTHING TOMORROW?

I have to attend student council at 8 why you ask?

WANNA HANG?

What kind of hang?

WHAT YOU MEAN LIKE TO HANG OUT WHAT OTHER HANG IS THERE?!

...

YOU NEED THERAPY

You're one to talk Mama's girl and jokes on you I already took therapy.

...

Knowing this do you still wanna hang out?

YEAH

Cool see you at the cafe at 5 I'll have like three hours before my first period.

OKEY SEE YOU THEN!

👍

Aurora chances the contact name to CASSI🎭 and stares at her phone for a moment before putting it down with a groan.

I'll have to wake up so early... Why did I say yes?

Aurora buried her face on her pillow, hugging it tightly, trying to get some sleep, but the thoughts in her head just wouldn't let her.

Fuck, it's happening again.

ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩They ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩Torn ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩You ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭Apart ̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀

W͟i͟t͟h͟ a͟ k͟n͟i͟f͟e͟

Stop

B͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ o͟f͟ a͟ c͟u͟r͟s͟e͟

I said stop.

A͟ m͟i͟s͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟e͟a͟r͟t͟

I didn't-

S͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟s͟ j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟ d͟o͟l͟l͟.͟

Want this

L͟o͟o͟k͟

Quite.

L͟o��o͟k͟ a͟t͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟e͟l͟f͟.͟

Shut up!

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Please...

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#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic

[lollytea]

((Part 2 of my La La Land Machine posts!! Introducing Gus!!! And maybe some other guy idk, it's a little unclear.))

((Part 1))

One of the first things Willow does when she learns she will be working alongside Amity Blight is pick her jaw up off the floor, clamp it shut and smile pleasantly.

She is not going to cause a scene. She is not going to throw a tantrum. She is not going to be a source of conflict on this set. Willow is going to keep her lips buttoned and behave herself. She's lucky to have this role and she's not going to lose it.

She and Amity are two of the first few roles casted. The show is still in the process of putting itself together. Willow finds it a little weird that their chemistry wasn't checked out via screen tests before the two of them were signed on and it makes her anxiety spike.

I mean obviously, there's a lot of awkwardness and tension between them and an audience would surely pick up on that? Willow is gnawing off her fingernails worrying that she's gonna get fired before she even gets her first paycheck, all because she had to and get herself dumped by Amity 7 years ago. Plus they're supposed to be playing best friends?? How the fuck are they supposed to make that believable?? They're actors, sure, but...

In hindsight, this is the point Willow looks back on this as an obvious red flag but she was too stupid to realize it at the time. Of course they didn't need to see if Amity and Willow had chemistry. They didn't give a fuck if they had chemistry. That was never the point of Willow's character on this show.

As far as Willow can tell, Amity does not remember her. She's curt, polite and a little chilly with her during those first few days of pilot shooting but nothing overtly hostile. Nor familiar. At least not right away. She's blunt and she's critical and she does not hesitate to tell Willow when she's doing something wrong. Still a perfectionist after all these years. Even more so than she used to be.

Theyre going to be sharing a dressing room. Which can only lead to good things. Yay.

If Willow had to describe one of the most awkward experiences of her life she'd definitely recount shooting that goddamn Hexside Pilot and having to throw her arms around Amity Blight in a tight, loving hug back when they still wanted nothing to do with each other. It's nothing compared to how excruciatingly awkward her first kiss was but it's certainly up there.

Willow learned from the second she walked in for that audition that the character of Paulina was a comedic role and she was optimistic about giving it a shot. True she didn't have any friends to gouge an opinion from but she made her Dads howl with laughter pretty often so she liked to believe she was moderately funny.

The exaggerated faces she made certainly scored some giggles at the audition. They liked her disposition and line delivery. It makes her swell with pride. Paulina's meant to be a little on the ditzy side so she gives it her all. Willow is excited for this role, she gets to silly it up!!

Although once the scripts start rolling out and Gilbert reads them aloud to her at the kitchen table, she notices that Paulina is....way ditzier than she initially thought. And well, Gilbert seems a bit uncomfortable with it. But Willow assures him it's fine. It IS fine. Sure, she might be a little much but it's not that big of a deal.

The director of Hexside, Adrian Graye is....difficult. As in he expects you to be a mind reader and berates you relentlessly if you can't follow the vision in his head. And maybe Willow is too sensitive but in those first few days of filming, before she really understood the kind of person he was, he made her cry a lot.

She found a place to hide between takes when she's recovering from the hurtful words and it's in the school room, underneath a desk. This is where she meets the boy who's gonna become her best friend in the entire world. He also happens to be the boy she's pretty sure she saw a few people searching the set for. So what's he doing huddled under a desk, choking on his own ragged breath?

Augustus Porter is something else entirely. There are kids like Amity whose parents have sunk thousands of dollars into professional acting classes and she's STILL hasn't mastered the craft. You have kids like Willow with minimal training but enough natural talent to make a living but not win an Oscar anytime soon. And then you have Augustus. Who is made of stars.

As the son of a former performer turned news reporter, it was not difficult for Augustus to find an open door towards the spotlight. His Dad has a lot of connections. And it was the ideal setting for him. He likes to perform, his likes the dazzle and he likes attention.

Augustus has a lifetime of theatre experience under his belt by the time he auditions for Hexside. It could not be any more obvious that he is SEVERELY overqualified for this role. He can sing, he can dance, he can act, he's been on Broadway, he can even do magic tricks, like cmon!!! What the fuck is he doing here??

The simple answer is that he wants to do something fun and goofy right now.

Augustus has been on stage and screen since he could walk and let's just say that it's made him a liiiiittle....out of touch with reality. As a result of this, he's genuinely enraptured by mundane aspects of human life that he's never experienced. And that includes attending public school and having his own locker and backpack and GASP!!! Waving flags at a sports game!!!!

Unfortunately, as Willow tries to calm him down, the reason becomes apparent why he's auditioning for a teen show instead of attending an actual school.

Augustus doesn't have friends. He DOES however have a teenage neighbour who seemed very eager to become buddies. Quickly after, Gus tried to help his new friend get his acting career off the ground by asking his Dad to put in a good word with his friends in the industry. It wasn't until the day of his audition that he overheard from his assumed best friend that he was being used. And it stung. It stung bad.

He managed to hold it together all throughout the car ride to the studio. It wasn't until they arrived that it all burst out of him and he had to go hide somewhere so nobody saw him cry.

Augustus is painfully trusting. And no matter how hard he tries, he never ever EVER learns. He's a prodigy and he's famous. So many people who seek him out have an ulterior motive but he chooses to believe that they're genuine every single time. Willow would be wary about sending him to school too. They'd eat him alive. Just like what they did to her.

He likes showbiz. He likes the excitement of sets and castmates. He likes the illusion of living a normal life but also having the upper hand of knowing exactly what's going to happen and what everyone's intentions are because he already read about it in this week's script.

That doesn't mean Augustus wants to live like this forever. He dreams big. He wants to travel the world. He wants to rattle the world around and turn it upside down. He wants to get into politics. He wants to become an ambassador. He wants to talk to people and learn their stories and gather up a million friends. He wants to ride public transport. (Buses are....so cool.) But he's not ready yet.

He gets a role in Hexside because of course he does. He's Augustus Porter. He will be playing a flashy and charasmatic child villain, a role he was born to play. And Willow is indescribably relieved to have him here. Especially since those early days of shooting would have been Hell without him.

They take care of each other, Willow and Augustus. She comforts him when he fails projects or gets trapped in his head. She's his second pair of eyes who can let him know if somebody is messing with him again. And Augustus helps her read scripts and finish her homework. He sits beside her and makes her laugh after a long day of Amity's condescending comments.

Oh yeah, the condescending comments are gradually getting worse. Both on and off screen. By this point, Willow has realized the point of her character. Paulina exists to make Amity's character look better. Paulina is not ditzy, but is borderline illiterate. Paulina is not endearingly skittish, but is a complete invertebrate. Paulina is nothing but a combination of mockable characteristics rolled up into one character. She's supposed to be the protagonist's best friend, so why does Amity have new lines every week where she makes jokes about her brainlessness as the laugh track plays? It makes the occasional affectionate scenes between them feel pretty hollow.

Willow keeps trying to tell herself that she's being too sensitive. That she's being ungrateful. This job is paying the bills. This job is keeping her Dads from getting ulcers. This job is gonna put her through college (She is 100% gonna flunk out of college but she can't afford to dwell on that right now) and she's over here getting her feelings hurt because she's the comic relief.

But like. It does hurt, man. It REALLY hurts. Especially considering that out of everybody in the cast, Amity is given the most lines about what an idiot Paulina is and its hitting a little too close to home. Amity has plenty of comments to make in the school room about Willow obviously struggling with reading. The close proximity of a shared dressing room is beginning to lead to some hostility on both ends. So the line between where Paulina ends and Willow begins are already blurring. She is trying her goddann best to suck it up but coming to work every day and being an object of ridicule for profit isn't fun. It really isn't.

But she follows all of Adrian's notes and does what she's told.

Willow doesn't speak much on set anymore. She shows up, puts on a performance and either hangs out with Augustus, or makes herself very very small. And it seems to be working for her.

It's not like she's not used to treatment like this. But she has Augustus. And she's never had a friend to soften the blow before. So yknow. Pros and cons.

Willow and Augustus have a lot of fun together. Neither have ever gotten the chance to do normal teen stuff with a friend. And even tho they're not allowed to wander far off the lot, there's a fast food place, a skatepark, an arcade and a movie theater nearby, which gives them plenty to do between takes.

"The special effects kinda sucked," Says Augustus as the two wait in line at the studio canteen, discussing the whimsical fantasy movie they just saw.

Augustus has little to no interest in fantasy and magic. Willow is more of a comic books/superheroes kinda gal but she can appreciate a fun little flick every now and again. Plus one of the characters was really hot.

"I wanna sink my teeth into Sir William," Declares Willow with a wide grin, making Augustus scoff and wrinkle his nose in distaste.

"You want to BITE ME??" Pipes up an incredulous voice from behind, causing them both to whip their heads around, startled.

Willow nearly screams in blood curdling terror, but all she can manage is a pitiful little squeak.

He is standing. Right there. Sir William. Waiting in line at the studio canteen. His head is cocked quizzically, looking a little insulted. His bottom lip is hanging open and....there's a gap in his teeth. He did not have a gap in his teeth in the movie.

However, the arrangement of the guy's teeth does NOT matter right now. What DOES matter is that the blood is scalding under Willow's skin and there is no way the furious flush is not pathetically obvious.

Okay, lesson learned. No more thirsty comments in public.

This was definitely also on the list of her most embarrassing moments but it really lost its cringe factor after a few years. Because nowadays, she'll openly tell 'Sir William' that she wants to munch on his shoulders and it makes him blush and giggle.

But at age 14, it's....the kind of unbearable shit that makes her seriously contemplate quitting her job. Especially when she and Augustus learn that 'Sir William' is apparently filming something on the same studio lot and they might be bumping into him pretty often. There's even talks about him attending the same school room sessions as the other Hexside kids.

Willow would like to disintegrate. She really would. Fortunately the co-learning sessions have not been established yet but....this studio is now a minefield. Willow needs to avoid that boy or die trying. She's lucky to have Augustus. They've come up with a codeword ('Chew Toy') to mutter every time he sees the dude, giving Willow the opportunity to duck her head and subtly turn the other way.

So yeah, filming of season 1A of Hexside is going.....Well, its going. Pros (Augustus) and Cons (Everything else) but Willow is determined to make the best of it. She's given herself so many pep talks, she's pretty sure her own reflection has gotten sick of the sight of her.

Maybe her confidence isn't doing well. Maybe she and Amity are struggling to even co-exist in the same dressing room. Maybe she feels herself shrinking with every passing day.

But things are gonna improve soon. They will.

Because Willow is about to meet Luz Noceda.

#La La Land Machine AU #it was Athena that suggested that the kid manipulating Gus be showbiz based and not academic based and that fits a lot better #thanm you Athena

[smokersbaby]

Yay Smoker requests <3 He needs more love.

May I request a scenario where he gets an anonymous gift for his birthday and finds out it's you? Maybe confessing feelings in the process, could be fluffy or smutty, both are fine. I enjoy your writing all the same, so I leave interpretation to you!

Thank you for the request! I've made scenarios of this in my mind (to make it more realistic as a situation) and I decided to not include smutty things in this short fanfic, but I'm willing to continue this story since the prompt is good! -> this is the second fanfic for the "Smoker's Birthday event", the last one will be published on March 18th! You can find the first one here!

Characters: Smoker TW: none! Just some fluff :) Words count: +900

The gift was wrapped in dark matt paper, with an elegant red ribbon and a little note placed on top of it. There was nothing more on Smoker's desk inside his marine base's office, fortunately, he didn't have documents to deal with on the day of his birthday.  He entered the room expecting to find his table empty but it wasn't since there was a present for him. A curious look appeared on Smoker's face. Someone gave him a present? He approached the desk to pick up the gift and to shake it a little: it wasn't quite heavy.  As he noticed the little note on top of it, Smoker grabbed the paper to read it. "Happy Birthday Smo-yan ♥" was written on it. Only G-5 marines used to call him like that. Two letters were also written at the bottom of the message (the first letter of your name and surname) but Smoker couldn't connect these capital letters to your name.  He started to unbox his gift, what could it be? Probably the most reasonable present he could receive, but yet the one he appreciates the most: cigars. They weren't cheap cigars, tough, Smoker recognized in a second that they were some good ones, probably from another part of the world where they produce the best variety of those.  As he grabs one to try it, Smoker hears someone knocking at his door's office. He lets out a huff in disappointment since someone is ruining that moment. "Come in. What do you want?" he says with a rough tone of voice without even knowing who is banging at his door.  Your head pops out in the room, you're too excited to be bothered by his tone of voice, furthermore, he's almost every time like that. "Did you like it?" you ask him giggling. He turns toward you since he wasn't facing the door right now. His cheeks turn pink as he sees you standing behind him.  "W-what?" he replies as if he didn't understand your question. You point at the cigars on the table. "Did you like those??", a wide smile spreads on your face seeing Smoker already holding one in hand.  "Is it yours?" he seems a little shocked knowing that you gave him that gift. "Well, I suppose it's yours now, Smo-yan" you can't help but smile seeing him so surprised.  You know he appreciated your gift, but you want him to tell you directly.  "Yes, I love it..." he says as he scratches the back of his head, flustered a bit saying that. You were his favourite marine in all the G-5, not because you were the strongest or the most diligent one, there was something about you that made his head dizzy and his heart flutter and he couldn't explain what it was to himself.  He isn't the kind of person who likes having people around, but he doesn't feel bothered in any way by your presence, on the contrary, he feels like he wants to have you not only around but also near him.  He found himself thinking about you a lot of times, his eyes fixed on you while you were working in the G-5 with him. His thoughts weren't about work at that moment, though, and his cheeks became red every time he realised how inappropriate his thoughts were.  "Thank you..." he whispers. You noticed in a moment how flustered he was as soon he expressed his gratitude towards you. It's like he's about to tell you something. "What is it, Smoker? Are you okay?" you tilt slightly your head as you say so. "Y-yes. I was wondering if you... well, if you are free tonight" he asks. You can't believe your ears, you thought he had some kind of feelings towards you but you didn't expect him to expose himself like that.  "Are you for real?" your eyes shine as you say so, you can't hide your excitement.

"Yes of course!" he says without hesitation.  "Yes, I am... is that a date?" you smirk as you say so. He tries to keep himself calm and serious hiding his shyness.  Smoker comes towards you and gazes into your eyes. "It is, this whole time I've wanted to ask you."

Your knees tremble a bit as you look up at him, raising your head to look him in the eyes, he's standing right in front of you.  The butterflies in your stomach flutter a lot, Smoker's presence made you feel that way every time you were around him, but you never felt intimidated by him like everyone else once. 

At that exact moment that sensation was stronger than ever, probably it was already love and you didn't know. His hand moves your hair away from your face and places it behind your ear, you can't move at all at that moment as you are hypnotized by his moves. He smiles, that's so rare of him that you smile back instinctively. 

"I'll see you at nine, then?" he asks. "Sure" you reply with joy in your voice. He takes a step back realizing how close to you it is and blushes a bit. 

You can't help but chuckle while you wave at him exiting his office, knowing he's looking forward to seeing you tonight. And so do you. 

#one piece #smoker op #smoker #one piece smoker #smoker one piece #captain smoker #smoker x reader #smoker x you #one piece fanfiction #fanfic oneshot #one piece fanart

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Act 3.5 Event - NEW ERA GARDEN | Chapter 4

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Kasumi: “Toshi-san, I heard a strange rumor from your sister.”

Kasumi: …Getting this intonation right is hard. Need more emphasis here…

Kasumi: “Kondou-san, I’ll defend here! I won’t let anyone escape!”

Kaede: Papa, are you playing a woman?

Tsubaki: Or a man?

Sakura: Which is it~?

Kasumi: Uuh… actually…

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Kasumi: …Y-Yukio-san, this… is a mistake, right…?

Yukio: It’s not a mistake.

Kasumi: EEH!? B-But why am I the only one that’s double-casted…?

Yukio: Because I wanted to see you both as Kimigiku and Toudou Heisuke.

Yukio: You just played Shizuka Gozen in “Traces of a Dreams,” so it’d be boring if you were only the beautiful Kimigiku this time around, wouldn’t it?

Yukio: And we needed more people for the Ikedaya scene anyway.

Kasumi: Nonononono! I would be fine if it was just the female role, but it’s been so long there’s no way I can do the Ikedaya sword fight…!

Kasumi: It’s like sending the neighborhood kid to get into a fight with a yakuza boss!

Yukio: It’ll be okay. Yuzo said he’d help you.

Yuzo: …Yeah. Leave it to me. I’ve done this whole Shinsengumi thing before.

Kasumi: !!!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: (…Yuzo looked like a total bully then.)

Kasumi: This time, Papa has two roles, so it’s going to be a lot of work.

Kaede: Then you’re gonna have to practice a lot. We always practice dancing a lot at daycare.

Tsubaki: You gotta do it everyday. That’s how you get really good at it.

Sakura: You can do it if you just keep practicing a lot.

Kaede: We’ll go over there and play so we don’t get in your way.

Tsubaki: Yeah!

Sakuya: Good luck, Papa~.

Kasumi: T-Thank you…

Kasumi: …Phew.

*Page turns*

Kasumi: …

Kasumi: (It’s been a while since I played the female role of Shizuka Gozen, but I had so many people compliment me for it that I’m looking forward to playing Kimigiku.)

Kasumi: (The problem is Toudou Heisuke… I guess just practicing… is a good place to start.)

Kasumi: (That reminds me of the disaster that my first time sword fighting on stage was…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“…Haah, haah, I’m sorry…”

After I fell to my knees, I struggled to get back up.

My body ached all over and felt as heavy as lead.

It’s like gravity had changed only in the area surrounding me.

“…Ain’t much to be said if the leader is like this. Shouldn’t we find someone else for the role?”

Syu-san’s words were as blunt as usual, but in that moment, they cut deeper than ever.

I felt so pathetic and sorry for myself that I couldn’t even face him.

It was the first time I was assigned a role that involved sword fighting, but no matter how hard I practiced, I couldn’t remember any of the moves.

Even when I tried to follow the movements slowly, it would just end up looking like a Bon Festival dance or something, nothing like a sword fight.

It was no wonder why Syu-san, who was trying to teach me, was so disappointed in me.

“Well, how about we just call it here for the sword fighting practice today, okay?”

I bowed my head slightly as I heard Yukio-san’s kind voice call out.

I was completely devastated by my own inadequacy.

“…”

Yuzo looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but felt like I couldn’t take even the softest of words now, so I just left practice as if to just run away from the situation.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

“…I have to get some things down today.”

The next morning, I headed to the practice room early, determined as ever.

“You’re here pretty early.”

“Eh, Yuzo? Why are you…?”

Suddenly appearing before me, Yuzo throws a wooden sword at me.

As I hurried to catch it, Yuzo spoke again.

“Grip it.”

Without knowing why, I grasped the wooden sword just as Syu-san taught me.

“Try and follow my movements.”

“But your role is…”

“I’ll keep your movements in mind, Kasumi. I’ll do it at a speed that you can keep up with.”

“--T-Thank you.”

It was only after repeating the process over and over again and gradually increasing the speed that--.

“Yay! I did it!”

I was finally able to keep up with the speed of the rest of the group.

The joy of being able to do what I had been unable to do for so long welled up deep inside me.

“This is just the beginning, Make sure you tell Syu-san that this role is yours.”

“…Yeah!”

Yuzo has always been harsh to me, but when I’m in trouble, he comes and helps me so casually like this.

He’s a really reliable childhood friend.

I’ll definitely make this role my own in order to repay the debt of gratitude for all of the help he gave me.

I had made up my mind and got back into the swing of things.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kasumi: (Back then, there was a feeling I had that I had to do well as the Spring Troupe leader.)

Kasumi: (…I wonder if Sakuya-kun had any difficulties with his first time sword fighting.)

Kasumi: Wait, won’t Sakuya-kun definitely come to see this play…!?

Kasumi: (I can’t possibly let Sakuya-kun see an uncool sword fight. He adores me as the first-gen Spring Troupe leader…)

Kasumi: Sigh…

Kasumi: (I have no other choice but to accept my fate and let Yuzo push me around a bit…)

Kasumi: (But still… in this story, Kimigiku supports the Shinsengumi from the shadows and Toudou Heisuke leaves the Shinsengumi later on…)

Kasumi: (And I want to support MANKAI from the shadows in my own way, and I couldn’t help but overlap with them even after I left the company.)

Kasumi: …I always knew Yukio-san was still amazing.

Kasumi: (He’s truly like a wizard.)

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#a3! #a3! translation #kasumi hinamori #yukio tachibana #yuzo kashima #// i love kasumi she’s so darling

[lazywitchling]

Okay, book review time. I meant to have it up this morning, but I had to go shopping for xmas dinner ingredients. It was chaos. Anyway.

This is Weave the Liminal by Laura Tempest Zakroff.

Rating: 6/10 [On my rating scale, 5 is neutral, and books will either drop down towards 0 (awful) or rise to 10 (amazing)]

Summary: It's fine, check it out if it's your thing. It's a bit like Rebel Witch in that it's not gonna tell you how to do anything, but will give you an overview and permission to do what you want.

Full review below the cut.

I kept saying to some witch friends that reading this book is like having a very smart argument with someone you fundamentally disagree with. I appreciate Laura's perspective, I can tell she knows what she's doing, but we are approaching witchcraft from two wildly different places.

I finally put my finger on it in the last five pages. Laura is coming from a foundation of Witches Are Special. I'm coming from a foundation of Witches Are Just People.

The whole book is sprinkled with so much about witches-as-liminal-beings and witches-as-protectors-of-the-community and things like that. So many times Laura will say something about how witches are just better at listening to people because we're in tune with their energies, or that people gravitate toward us because we're so in tune with ourselves. And I'm like... "Laura, I'm just vibing here." I almost expected her to bring out the "With great power comes great responsibility" speech. Whereas for me, I'm approaching it as witches can be super enlightening individuals who help you put your life into perspective, and witches can be complete assholes for no reason. Most witches will fall more in the middle of the scale and fluctuate toward asshole or enlightenment depending on the day and how sleepy or hangry they are, just like any other person.

Throwing a metaphor on here: It's like how you can have a chef at a five-star restaurant talking about how cooking is art and how it nourishes the body and crafts an experience for the soul... vs a dungeon master who is just trying to throw together a snack for D&D tonight because they forgot to buy pizza rolls. Either one of them talking about their cooking process might completely alienate the other. Neither one is wrong, they're just approaching the topic of cooking from completely different places.

All that is to say that a lot of my hangups about this book are because of that foundational difference. There's bits where she talks about the witch as a captain of a ship, guiding others through a sea of the unknown. Near the end she talks about how most people want to stay content with what they know and are comfortable with, but it's witches who want to expand out and learn more about the world and universe around us. It was hilarious timing when I was reading that particular bit because I had NASA TV playing in the background with all these nerdy astrophysicists excitedly talking about exploring the unknown. Laura just really likes to pin very general human experiences on being Very Special Witchy Things.

Biggest red flag was one bit also near the end where she talked about how women are taught in society to be quiet and not rock the boat too much, so we as witches need to fight against that instinct. I'm like... Laura, hon, what about the witches who aren't women? So... didn't love that, but at least it was a small section? Just be aware of that. It's not a significant portion of this book, and it's casual enough to have been accidental, but it's there.

The thing is, Laura will go on about how you shouldn't judge another witch's craft, or pay attention to those who judge yours, that the only thing that matters is what works for you (yay!). But then she talks about her own personal craft, and gets a little bit... opinionated? About things that don't jive with her? It's an odd little juxtaposition. She doesn't ever really say that things are wrong, she just maybe spends a little too much time on what doesn't work for her.

Also as I said in the summary up top, this isn't a book where you're going to learn how to do anything. Like in Kelly-Ann Maddox's Rebel Witch, Laura is not going to give you any step-by-step instructions on how to do stuff, she's just going to mention that you can. She'll give you topics to think about and explore on your own, and ask foundational questions for you to ponder as you build your own craft. I wouldn't use this one as a baby's-first-witch-book. It's not going to be great for someone who just wants to poke around in witchy stuff to see if it's for them, it's more for someone who has decided that it is for them, and now they want to start building a regular practice.

Look, I've got a lot of complaints about this book. It wasn't my vibe. But overall it's not a bad book, it just wasn't for me, and that's okay. If you're a little closer to the five-star-chef persuasion than the DM-snacks persuasion, then you might enjoy this one. I just personally like the 'let's fuck around with magic' topics more than the 'we are responsible for the cosmos' ones.

But, to be fair to Laura, this book is what helped me figure that out. So overall, a net gain.

See? Just like having a very smart discussion with a friend you fundamentally disagree with.

#navigation: reviews #jes vs witch books

[zarvasace]

So the bookshop I manage is in a church basement and now I'm really curious — what church lore do you know?

Okay so when I say "church lore" I really mean things about my belief system in particular which is maybe not what you thought I meant but I'll go off for a second!

(Also psa to people in general I'm not super interested in arguing about church stuff but I'm perfectly fine with conversation even if we don't agree so keep that in mind thanks)

So like. Our physical reality is not all there is to the world, right? There are things we can't see, e.g. electromagnetic waves, radio signals, stuff like that. Spacetime, the 3D world that progresses in linear time that we interact with, is a user interface. Our bodies are very cool flesh computers that are made to interact with spacetime.

God follows the laws of physics! Anything supernatural that is usually ascribed to Christianity or God in general is in complete compliance with science, although I don't think we know of every rule or even that the ones we do know of are complete. That doesn't mean they're dumb or untrue, though, it just means that we got them from what we can interact with, so we have to apply them to what we can interact with. Does that make sense? Like you wouldn't expect watercolors to be able to make something that resembles an oil painting. It doesn't mean the watercolors are bad, just that they're good at doing what they know. God knows about more kinds of paint, though, and can use them to do things that seem insane.

One example that's pretty well-known is the idea of evolutionism vs creationism. Did the big bang happen or did God create the world? Is it too far to say that they're not diametrically opposed views? That God could definitely create the earth, and He used natural processes to do it? Like a sculptor working with the natural veins and edges of a block of stone with certain tools, He uses what he has and nudges it to what He wants it to be.

The point of creation is to give us, spirit children of God and siblings of Christ, a chance to be here on earth with these weird flesh computers and make decisions without being forced—knowing God and Christ exist wouldn't be very conducive to making true decisions, like being at work when your supervisor is there and you're afraid they're gonna come around any second and you know exactly what they expect.

I am very very normal about agency and choice and consequences. They matter. They're the point. God isn't going to erase it all at the end. He gave us a palette of watercolors and paintbrushes, and it's up to us if we want to paint something or do anything else. We have to practice with these paints, and can eventually make beautiful things—watercolors are forgiving, you can make pretty colors even with no skill at all. God isn't looking for perfection, He's looking for progress, and He wants us to chase what's lovely to us and get better at finding the beauty.

Have I beaten this metaphor enough? Okay that got a little off track but suffice it to say that I love how my understanding of the world has widened and grown because of the gospel perspective I've learned. This is not stuff I learned right from church, but it's from personal research into sacred and secular materials and talking to people and thinking about it. I don't have all the answers (I'm still looking for some) but I know where the foundation is. :) big fan of God and Jesus and physics and art yay

#i speak from the coffin #that got a little long and almost definitely is not what you thought jt was gonna be #sorry but also #you did ask and i did say i could be obnoxious about it #ill tag jt #religion #for people who have it blocked #peace and love yall

[aprillikesthings]

eh fuck it one more episode :D

s4 ep6 Princess Scorpia

SCORPIA'S PARENTS and bb Scorpia and also that is a squishmallow if I ever saw one lolol

she sleeps in her uniform?!

oof, relatable

LOL I KNOW I JUST HEARD A WILHELM SCREAM

*rewinds it* I FUCKING DID!! LOLOL

I know this is Double Trouble and they are REALLY trying to start something

I mean actually that was you bb but okay

oh god Horde goes on this rant about how he has to be Victorious and Worthy when Horde Prime arrives and

Catra spent all this time clawing her way to the top (literally and figuratively) and I think it's MAYBE starting to sink in that she is not, in fact, anywhere near the top; and that Hordak is doing the exact same thing Catra's been doing--trying desperately to prove his worth to someone who doesn't give two shits about him

Either that or she's just (rightfully) a little scared of Horde Prime, and she hasn't even met him yet

Anyway Hordak is looking for Entrapta's recordings of her notes so he can work on his fancy weapon

Scorpia and Emily (the robot) do a cute little game and it reminds me so much of one me and Mal do ;_;

LOLOLOL

yeah I know I took this one just for my collection of "She-Ra's captions accidentally make it look like they're talking about sex"

sure bb you keep telling yourself that

Lonnie tries to point out to Scorpia that Catra doesn't give a shit about any of them and it's falling on closed ears

I keep meaning to point this out? But I just really like the way She-Ra looks from behind, with the huge hair and the cape and the wings of the tiara.

Also I know the whole point is that She-Ra is insanely strong even compared to Adora (who is plenty strong) but watching her do some of the physical shit she does without expending any visible effort is still o_O

Yeah Double Trouble's thing is working but also, why would Flutterina even BE on these missions? I have a feeling she (well, they; since that's actually Double Trouble) just kind of begged until they gave in?? But she's not actually helping at all?

Once again Bow is the only one here with any emotional intelligence

(But Adora's I'M FINE it's FINE is too relatable)

BUT Adora points out, Why is Glimmer okay being so friendly with Shadow Weaver "after everything she's done to us?"

Bow mediating their disagreement is making me edit a scene in my WIP lol (do you think Etheria has like, therapists the way we'd think of them? 🤔)

LOLLLLLL

Was digging around old stuff from a discord and found comments from a livestream from shortly after the show ended, and Nate headcanons that Scorpia took back the Fright Zone and her and Perfuma made it full of plant life again ;_;

Today in "things that are horrifying IRL that are played for laughs because it's a cartoon"

(like seriously how often has she been concussed when shit explodes)

Scorpia: "I'll bring the cocoa if you bring the tiny mugs" Entrapta:

me: do I ship this????? 🤔 (yes I know friends also say this)

Poor Emily. The recordings can't be removed without dismantling her.

;_;

Emily just like "NO do not send me to the mean lady who lied about Entrapta!!" by showing the video of Catra being shitty and blaming Entrapta

ANYWAY Scorpia gets the chip out of Emily herself--but damages it in the process. And Catra is pISSED

Ugh these scenes hurt to watch, I think it's just too close to shit I've heard people say to me

YEAH SCORPIA, FUCKING TELL HER

OH IT DOESN'T FEEL GOOD DOES IT, CATRA?? DOES IT???

--and so she lies to protect Scorpia

Catra is saying this and gdi that old vine of "why you lyin', stop fuckin' lyin'" popped into my head

ANYWAY Catra's little speech to Hordak is like....are you trying to convince him or yoU

but also it's wild to watch her go from like, weirdly desperate

to Mean Bitch again

SERIOUSLY THO are you talking to him or yourself????

mmmmmdon't like that

oh ho the chip thing Scorpia gave Catra was fake anyway

yay they leave to go find Entrapta

Oh man tho this is such a huge thing for Scorpia. She's prided herself on her and her family's loyalty to the Horde for SO LONG. I also love that she doesn't give some long speech to Catra about the whole thing--just that "you're a bad friend," and then fucking LEAVING

And that's the end of the episode :D

Also that's ep 32 out of 52. Twenty left!

#april rewatches spop #Princess Scorpia

[nocturnalghoul]

I GENUINELY CARE A LOT, PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT GHOUL BLOOD TYPES

EEEEEEEEEEE yay :D (I hope this is okay to publish bc I got excited and talked a lot and now that is everyone's problem). Also I am kissing you on the forehead for asking, like thank you so much.

I'm gonna try my best not to get overly technical. However, on top of being a deep interest of mine hematology/transfusion medicine is literally my occupation so... we will see :)

Okay so there is two main tracks of thought that my brain tends to go down with that. Either they are same/similar to human blood types (boring, but also super technical in my mind what the tiny differences would be, like how the fuck would ghoul hematology work?! I have thoughts) or the idea that I like A LOT more which is blood types related to element.

Quick actual blood primer: People know the concept of ABO blood types (A/B/O/AB) but those are just specific types within the ABO group. Fun fact, there are lots of other groups/systems on blood that each have their own expression on cells.

I think that element related ghoul blood types would either work within one system like ABO type, or each be their own group. Them each being their own group makes a lot more sense though especially for the existence of multi ghouls.

I think it would be did you inherit two copies of type (a) of the gene which would be no expression of that element, type (b) full expression, or both (a,b) which is muted expression or only potential to express that element. At first I thought that might make multis too common, but I think that most of the time one would need that full (b+/b+) typing to truly be that element, otherwise you would just sort of have a general feel for that element (and be able to get transfusions from them but also how likely would the ghouls need blood).

So like for multis like Swiss he just would either have full expression of multiple elements, or just be lucky with them tending to express well (or hes just really good at pulling at that partial element within himself as it ties to magic).

However in Dew's case, I like to think the process of him flipping from Water to Fire would be more like how bone marrow transplants work where afterwards you have the donor blood type but your original type can still be seen on tissue cells so you wouldn't react negatively to your original type. Like he probably had compatible fire grouping genes but now that fire is just the predominant element within him.

Anyways as far as ghoul blood transfusion would go, which I will spare you long thoughts about that but will get technical again, it would simply be do you have any expression of that element in which case you would be fine, or if you didn't at all would you make an antibody to it I guess. Real world example again: for other types outside of ABO, antibodies to the types you don't have on your cells are only made after exposure to that antigen and even then sometimes you don't make an immune response and would be good in theory to be transfused that blood again and again until you developed an immune response (some systems are more responsive than others and that would not be done fyi).

If ghoul elemental blood types acted inside the same system though, you would need to transfuse type compatible (in which case multis have more options for blood to receive) or you would need type specific. In that case though I think that Quintessence ghouls would sort of act similar to type O people irl in that they would be a universal red blood cell donor and any element could receive quintessence red cells.

ANYWAYS, sorry this was so long but it's like the basics of ghoul blood thoughts I have sometimes cause I think its fun to hypothesize about. If anything didn't make sense or if anybody has follow up question(s) let me know :)

#normally just my poor housemate is subjected to this nonsense but she doesn't mind so its chill #askingforthesun #nocturnal asks #um I guess I should put a blood warning too just in case even though this is hypothetical blood science #tw blood #ghost headcanons #ghoul blood stuff #nocturnal lore corner #<- editing tags to find this later

[starchasersunseeker]

Just had a panick attack in one of the bathrooms in my collage... yay so fun /s 🥲

Bro that professor went straight for the kill

So to explain what the fuck I'm talking about {for me to get it off my chest} I had to go to one of my professors for a verbal part of an exam {because on the exam I was 1% away from getting a certain grade so I had to do a verbal part so I could get the higher grade - which I did}

Anyway I'm there, she's asking me a question I have no idea the answer to because I dont actually know the process for what she was asking me, just that we do the process and what happens in it but not the actual process of how it's done {hopefully I'm making sense}

And since I don't know I say something along the lines of that I get confused easily {which is fucking true} and she goes in for the kill saying that noones gonna pity me etc and I'm over there obviously like "huh?? What the fuck you on about?? I don't want anyone to pity me?? Exact fucking opposite if anything " i don't say that out loud of course, only in my head, I only said "I'm not, that's not what I want" and she goes for another fucking kill

"You're beautiful, I can tell that you're smart, you need to be more confident in yourself" "if you keep saying you get confused a lot your brain will belive that, you need to stop saying that" "if you get confused that means you didn't study enough, don't compare yourself to others, some people need more time to study, some less. Some might need only an hour while others 4h and that's okay you just gotta put in the work and not compare yourself to others"

And I'm obviously tearing up because I'm under so much pressure and stress and anxiety and she just read the fuck out of me with comparing myself to others so I'm like "thats easier said than done, especially when ppl have compared you to others your entire life" etc and by this point the tears are going down my face

I can't fucking stop crying as much as I'm trying and she's like "it's fine this is a safe space" bro I don't feel like it's a safe space for me to cry when you can see me?? Just read me?? Wha

You don't even know me and somehow fucking read me?? And I hate that I cried infront of her so much but I'm glad I got the other questions right enough to get the higher grade... like fuck man

Then I just went up the stairs to a bathroom on the higher floor to not run into her lol because I was starting to have a fucking panick attack

I barely got to the bathroom in time before tears just started pouring out fuck ej

I was literally shaking, barely able to stand {could be part of that or my iron inemia, who knows} and just tears falling down my face and not stopping

.... man this all happend before fucking 9am 😭

So yay that's a great start to being nineteen 🥲

Having a panick attack the day after my birthday... so incredibly fun truly /sarcasm obviously

#collage #collage life #i hate college #and my life #how the fuck does this shit happen to me #how the fuck did she read me when she doesnt even know me??? #send help #what the fuck man #im tired #so incredibly exhausted #pls kill me 😭 #rant post #personal rant #rant #sorry about the rant #i needed it

[spaced-out-of-space]

Spaced Out

(Spaced out of Space Blog)

What Is It?!?

Spaced out follows the story of a young man, Beckett, crossing between the world he lives in with his biggest allies, and a world where they guide him through life although they are deemed “not real” in this universe.

He and his party explore a high fantasy internal world exploring their goals and memories, trying to understand what they’re meant to do internally. Although it seems meaningless, what they complete internally suddenly begins to change how they interact with reality.

This game is a huge work in progress! It is in the writing and designing process, meaning early development.

This is meant to tell the story of a dissociative system in a way that everyone can understand.

Draft/Concept art below

The Characters

The characters have been made to incorporate what the traumatized mind needs and what it ends up creating, a protector, a persecutor, a memoryholder, a caretaker, an organizer, a found family.

The characters are all reflective of one mind, though completely different in personality.

Meet the characters of this fantasy world.

Nico (They/Them), Ren/Reno (He/Him), Freya (She/Her), Beckett (He/They), Gray (Any), Ansl/Hansel(He/Him), and Clover (Any)

The Creator

Hey!! It’s me Oakley! I’m working on the development of this with my awesome buddies, Val who’s helping with the art, and some others who are helping me learn about the game engine! I’m just your average young game developer who’s studying interactive design and programming! I’m open to any ideas or thoughts on the project, though it is in early development.

I’m not sure about the fine details of a release date, but a demo will begin being worked on in 2024! Yay!!

I’ve been inspired by creators like insertdisc5, toby fox, and omocat for years, and started slowly working on creating this project in 2021. It really began to kick off in 2023, when I finally collected the resources I needed!

I’m not going to go into my mental health and diagnoses, but I’m doing this project for myself mainly. Creating in this community has been a passion of mine for years.

Why

I’ve never seen good rep for most trauma based disorders, especially dissociative disorders, personality disorders, and disorders having to do with core parts of the identity. I think it’s important for people to be able to not only understand, but relate to people dealing with these things!

I’m also doing this for the characters that I really care about. I’ve worked hard creating the story, the plot, and the functionality. So I hope you enjoy the sillies I post here while working on it!

#game development #game design #dissociative system #psychology #comics #spaced out #spaced out of space

[gale-in-space]

YIPPEE thanks for the tag @rattusn0rvegicus <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

Uhmmm I mean I chose my name. My professional one I mean. But I did choose it after a saint that my grandma prayed to quite frequently. She was like... more of a mom to me than my actual mom was lol so it bears significance

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh gosh haha. I can't remember. I'm really shit at crying for some reason? I'm fine tho

3. Do you have kids?

Yeah and they're about 6 inches tall and have fluffy little tails and chew all of my books and cords and shit all over my floor :\ I'm such a good parent

4. What sports do you play/have played?

A little bit of everything, tbh. Not that I was particularly sporty, my mom just made me join things lol (I quit most everything I joined, except marching band, which I count as a sport. I was section leader HA). But I digress. I did softball, soccer, 10 years of dance class for some reason, track, cross country... yeah. Those were very unhappy times for my uncoordinated ass

5. Do you use sarcasm?

What do you think

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

Uhmmm oh gosh. I dunno. I never look people in the eyes, so probably nothing about their face. Maybe their voices? I really am quite sensitive to voice quality, so if someone has a really shrill or piercing voice I just HATE it.

7. What's your eye colour?

Green like HULK

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't do scary movies sadly, though I wish I could! Though I'm okay with unhappy endings tbh, and I've written a few of them myself.

9. Any talents?

Fuck no

10. Where were you born?

Wouldn't you like to know!! Wisconsin.

11. What are your hobbies?

Hmm let's see... I like to draw and write, of course. I also picked up reading books again, yay!! I also cook and bake and make pastry... and I play dnd and go on hikes, blah blah blah. Once in a blue moon I play the clarinet. But I'm not as good as I used to be.

OH! I also make paper now, as well as books!! That's a relatively new thing I've gotten into, and it's quite fun :)

12. Do you have any pets?

I have three bunnies, as alluded to above lol. Two of them could care less about me, but Bruce is my little sweetie <3

13. How tall are you?

I don't want to talk about it

14. Favourite subject in school?

Well I liked creative writing enough that I took it three times; once in high school, and twice in college. I also really, REALLY loved English for some reason. And psychology (again, for some reason). Physiological psychology was probably my favorite course that I took, though I also loved my writing courses AND printmaking.

15. Dream job?

Unrealistically speaking? Astronaut. Realistically speaking? Fuck, I dunno, I don't really see myself as someone competent enough to hold down a job I actually want. I'd love to be a medical doctor, but I don't really know what I'm drawn to aside from the brain (and fuck no am I thinking of neurosurgery, my hands are WAY too shaky for that. But I'm lying, actually, I have thought about it).

I'd love to work for NASA, but I don't really know what skills I have to offer them that would be useful. I've processed and analyzed brain MRI scans before, but that's probably the only thing in my toolbox (excuse the pun) that would actually be relevant (never mind the fact that that's the thing I have the least amount of training on). So... I don't know! I'm not skillful enough for a dream job. Maybe I'll go on disability or something, unless they deem me to be "too fit." Which I scoff at the idea of.

Erm, well, that got dark. Anyways, thanks for reading if you've read this far!! I'm going to tag @3-inch-jam, @datamodel-of-disaster, and @girlscience!! And literally anyone else who wants to do this lol, I'm forgetting all my mutuals for some reason

#tag game #about me

[hiddenwashington]

NEVERAFTER ( starters from episodes 1-5 )

trigger warnings: spider mentions, death mentions

"you think i can't sew a dress for a ball?"

“it takes a great deal of strength to hold onto whatever little we might have.”

“it would be wild to have a fan but yeah i can do an autograph or something.”

“is he turned on? is this a sexual thing?”

“i bravely fled when things got dodgy.”

“my guy, i barely know you.”

“our whole thing is over!”

“please tell me how you’re a monster, too, so that i don’t feel so alone”

“i can’t trust the authority figure!”

“you seem like right on the edge, you know?”

“we could need to scrap hard.”

“this is my first good day in a while.”

“when i am handsome again no one is going to be laughing.”

“it’ll drive you mad if you think about it.”

“maybe you’re brave and we need to work on your self worth”

“we can stray! we just have to stray together!”

“do i feel like i can finger the doorknob?”

“in your mind you’re like ‘uh-oh what if i’m a liability?’ and then you’re looking for proof and it’s exhausting to keep batting that out of your hands every second.”

“an evil stepmom would scoop you right up.”

“if anyone wants to spelunk this well i could definitely get into that.”

“you can all get ready to pop the fuck off at the same time, if you want”

“wow, we’re in hell”

“even curses are gifts in their own right.”

“you’re saying it in that tone that’s like ‘you idiot’, which is scaring me a little bit, but i think i’m going to do it.”

“a bunch of cowards, and the bravest little girl in the world”

“that’s the guts, baby!”

“this is not the time for process! we’ll process afterwards!”

“tell my wife i did cool stuff, so that she loves me again”

“be brave.”

“with your fine boots, don’t you want to be a man!?”

“who disturbed my mushroom!”

“ooo, i got your back girlie”

“i think this was the only way the story was going to end anyways…”

“i need a spicy margarita!”

“how many times can you do this? there’s got to be a limit, right?”

“turn around and face me.”

“who am i to disrespect an authority figure?”

“hey, don’t be, okay? fix it.”

“i don’t have to worry about it? i’m really worried about this!”

"you gonna kill me again? ‘cause if you’re going to kill me again, i’ll leave right now. ya know, i don’t like to die.”

“you bugs, you better skedaddle.”

“what the fuck do i need to do?!”

“with that attitude it might just stay different”

“and all it costs was my father’s blood! yay...?”

“oh, okay! i think i get it. what do you mean?”

“it seems fun, and it seems correct to just fuck it all up”

“well, yeah! cause laying downs the best”

“you guys think i don’t know how to trick people? what’s over there?”

“i’m not a hero! i’m a piece of shit!”

“not all shit’s the same, buddy!”

“many of the places that are meant to keep us safe are cages”

“we know that we can die, and that after dying, those memories can be remembered by other versions of ourselves.”

“is true love even real?”

“because you were lied to, does not mean everything is a lie.”

“do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us, and put them at the feet of the world.”

“oh, fffff- freak, really?”

“i’m sorry i said freak at you.”

“i wouldn’t have even known to be offended by that.”

“i think the true cruelty would be for me to spare some and not others.”

“we’re pulling a grandma heist, okay? give me your hand and we’re just going to run.”

“really? you’re just going to parrot back at me what my mom said?”

“there is no way to have the joy of the oatmeal cookie, without walking through the woods full of wolves.”

“but when you’re gone, i don’t really know what i’m supposed to be fighting for.”

“the real friends, the ones that make miracles happen, the ones greater than any treasure you could find on any adventure, they see the wolf in you and love it too.”

“you’re my princess... but we are still broke, so.”

“the goose ices you.”

“one man’s dead is another man’s alive.”

“oh that man is bleeding he probably needs my help and or seduction.”

“someone as flirty as you doesn’t have pet names?”

“saying that your handsome isn’t flirting okay? that’s just stating facts.”

“i have to kiss my husband really quick and then we can go on a long adventure.”

“moms are complicated, okay?”

“i’m not trying to be reductive about moms.”

“how much to eat off of you?”

“pretty much ginger ale with a lethal amount of garnishes”

“i say ‘garnish me daddy’“

“loves not real.”

“spiders love spheres.”

‘if you wanna go fast go alone but if you wanna go far go together.”

“if you wanna succeed, go alone. if you wanna fail together and as a team, go together.”

“have an apple i’m not going home.”

“this is all temporary, we’re gonna get there.”

“do you want one of these rotten apples? it’s kinda like a water balloon.”

“we’re team ‘fuck around and find out’”

“i need help, certainly. and just know i will yell if i get caught. just know it’s everyone’s problem.”

#long post #meme day

[wonderingmishap]

BEHIND THE SCENES \ AL-HAITHAM

gender neutral reader

warning(s)! suggestive, mild spice

(keep in mind this was not proof read)

A powerful actress that was able to play a role of any is certainly someone you’d think is outstanding and astonishing. Wrong, honestly you’d like to think of yourself as a normal human being. Whatever you think normal is that is, the way you saw normal was someone you just lived their lives accordingly. But what does accordingly mean? Well not even I know.

But here you were standing outside your agency as you recently scored a new role, yay. Just kidding not “yay”, you didn’t even want to be here today. You wanted to stay in an maybe try getting some actual sleep for once, I guess fate was being a bitch once again.

You then let your heels lead you to the door that lead to the theater, you’ve never been much of a theater person. But you needed experience with actual live acting, which was important with acting in front of a screen as well. You were told that this play your manager signed you up for was rated R, which meant tha something intense was probably going to happen. No matter what is was though you’d be able to get pass it, right?

You then opened the doors to reveal a huge theater with many seats which made you shiver at the thought of preforming live in front of this much people, but if you were able to get this far into the building surely you wouldn’t turn back already. But when you came in you saw your co-worker Al- Haitham changing all so suddenly. Which of course by reflexes you covered your eyes.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, you can continue just tell me when I can come back.” You ramble on trying to not to sound so flustered but I don’t really think you were doing a good job. “(Y/N) I didn’t know you were so ever easily flustered, don’t worry I’ll allow you to stay. Just be quiet it’s just us here and I wouldn’t want us to chase a distraction.” You hear Al-Haitham say which made you slowly put down your hands where so that you can now see him completely.

You and Al-Haitham have been working at the same agency for a while so you’ve learned to get to know each other over these past years, he was pretty interesting to say the least though. Nevertheless it was to no surprise to you that he had such a fine physique, I mean he was a actor alongside you so it was quite expected.

“Um do you mind passing me a copy of the script, it would be nice if we practiced before hand.” You say pointing towards the small pile of paper that appeared to have your name on it. “Yes of course, please take your time to read through it.”

And you indeed took your sweet time reading through it, your mouth literally wanted to drop. You didn’t know that this play you’d be acting in would be detailed and explicit.

“By your look it appears you didn’t know about this, don’t worry we can take things slow of course.” You finally look up from your paper to see Al-Haitham with everything needed in order to practice your guy’s scenes. You swallowed thinking how awkward this would be, but you can’t leave when you’ve already dug to far. Plus it was already tempting you.

“For starters I think we can start by you getting down here, don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” Al-Haitham says hinting towards the handcuffs placed in his pockets. “Ah, yes of course.” You say a bit hesitate but you followed and got down on all fours like a lost little puppy. Al-Haitham then got his handcuffs out his pockets and placed it on your hands making it impossible to get out. You didn’t have the confidence to face him so this whole time you were facing down, although you wished you saw the look on his face when he was in the process of cuffing you. “Well this is the part where I finally arrest you, we’ll then I’m certain you remember this part clearly?” Al-Haitham says not taking his eyes off you, it was almost as if he was cuffed to you. “Yeah of course I do.” You state bluntly trying not to stutter over your words, in short you were nervous.

Then the show began.

“Well then it appears that I’ve caught you red handed you wicked temptress.” Al-Haitham expresses with a fierce look on his face making it hard to focus. “I see so you have actually managed to catch me good job officer!” You say laughing on the floor on your knees with your hands behind you. “This isn’t a time to be playing around Ms. (L/N) now get down on the floor you can’t just be left here looking like a slut.”

“I am no slut officer, but if you see me as one I am in no position to stop you.” Both of you guys began going off script unintentionally that both of you guys didn’t even notice.

“Say officer, what if I told you this,” You the hear a hum from Al-Haitham indicating that he was listening. “What if I told you I wanted you to catch me?” Now you were really going off the script, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when your desires were right in front of you, just what else can you want?

“I see, I guess I’ll have to do more than just punish you, all fours. Now.

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[seriouslysam8]

Hi,

Ok so first of all, I love your works! I really enjoy reading them and I am excited for the next chapter of Brumous (Harry is adorable in this story). I really liked Backstabber too, especially the interactions between Harry and Sirius, but mostly because you portrayed the marauders in a very realistic way. Sorry that I did not comment on most of your stories, I always overthink what I want to say than get anxious and I just avoid commenting as a result.

Ok so here’s my question; how are you able to put the idea/story that is in your head on paper? I have so many ideas of fics in my head and I just can’t put it into words (or when I do I just cringe at myself). So yeah, how do you do it?

Bye😁

(I am so awkward🙈)

First of all, don’t ever feel awkward with me. I’m very socially awkward and I have sky high social anxiety. Sometimes I get sent asks that literally paralyze me with fear because I don’t know how to answer them. Or, for example, I’m super anxious about chapter four on Sunday because there’s one scene where I think people might think it is awful and OOC and I’ve written it about five times but Bell assures me it’s fine and a good scene. Please, just go read my amazing dorky responses to some reviews on AO3 where I legit just scream excitement at some reviewers. Though, normally, my cap locks are reserved for reviewers who I recognize and review repeatedly because I think they understand I’m a legit crazy person by this point.

Second of all, I’m so glad to hear you love my stories! Backstabber got some love! Yay!! That makes me really happy.

To answer your question, I think a lot about a story. Like a lot a lot. I reply scenes in my head. I plot out the entire story in my head. I don’t think that’s a normal process at all. I know a lot of people use flow charts or spread sheets to help them plan. I’ve just always been more… mental about it. Anytime I try to plot with charts, I get bored.

I also took a lot of creative writing courses in high school and college. They’re useful for the exercises they provide and a more technical aspect of creative writing. It helped me realize what parts of a story are needed. But more importantly, it just gave me practice messing around with different prompts and settings and situations.

My best advice. Just write. Anything. Everything. Just picture the scene in your head and write the words down on paper. Even if at first it’s not creative, just write it. The more you write, the easier it becomes. Then, go back and evoke the senses. If you’re in a third person limited POV, which is what I prefer to write in, then describe what the character sees, feels, hears, touches. What’s important in that scene that the narrator senses that the reader needs to sense. Realize, your narrator in this POV doesn’t know everything. They may lead the reader wrong or contradict things the reader knows because they haven’t learned it yet themselves. Or maybe they are talking to another character and they say the wrong information. It’s important to just get inside a characters head. Know what they know and feel what they feel.

If you’re new to writing, I’d pick one main character. Don’t do what I do and switch POVs. You need to have distinctive voices for all of them. A trick I use is that I pull up a character chart of Harry when I’m writing Harry. Then I pull up my word document. I can see Harry’s picture out of the corner of my eye as I write which helps me visualize writing as Harry. When I switch to Ginny, I pull up Ginny’s character chart and I see her picture out of the corner of my eye. It helps me focus on who I am writing and hone in on their personality.

But, honestly, it’s all trial and error. What works for you and what doesn’t. You’ll figure out your strengths and your weaknesses. I mean, I’m totally embarrassed by Cronus Rising so much that I deleted it off every single site because I saw how terrible my writing was back then. I cringe anytime someone brings it up to me. But let me tell you, you never get better if you don’t try. You just got to keep writing and you’ll get better and better every single chapter. By your second story, you’ll be in a groove and it will be better than the last. The next story will be even better.

In conclusion. Just write. Every day. Even if it’s a few paragraphs. It will keep you sharpen and keep you engaged and you’ll remember your plot a lot better that way.

I hope that helps. Feel free to PM me anytime with any questions. I’m not an expert by any means. There are plenty of fanfiction writers out there who are far better than me. But I’m willing to offer support, encouragement, or whatever I can. Good luck!!