#long writing

[sweetchildcloud]

||CUTIEPIE|| written by me

Plot: Wriothesley trying his best to be a father with your newborn daughter.

Tags: GenshinxRedaer,Daddy!Wriothesley,fluff,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,heart melting.

“Can I hold her for a little longer, darling?” Wriothesley smiles softly, and you can’t help but be taken in by it. Wriothesley holds his daughter close as he gazes at her. She seems to be getting more comfortable with his touch, which pleases him. After a few moments, he turns back to you. You both gaze at the little girl, and suddenly, everything makes sense. “I think we should call her Victoria.” “Victoria” You repeat the name, trying it on for size. “I like that” Victoria. Your Victoria. This is the happiest moment of your life. “She’s the most beautiful girl in the whole world” Wriothesley says. You’ve never seen him look more content. “I bet that when she grows up, she’ll be a princess" You joke, but the words feel right. Your daughter is royalty. "I love you, darling" Wriothesley pulls you to him and kisses your cheek. His hand runs through your hair, and he holds in an exhale. The stress of the past few days melts away as he holds his daughter and kisses you. “Thank you” he mumbles. You’re his world, and Victoria is his legacy. "For what?" you asked looking back at him. Wriothesley stares at you, his heart overflowing with gratitude. “For giving me this. For letting me be her father.” Victoria is fast asleep in his arms, her tiny frame curled up against him. “I love you” he says softly, and means it. You are his everything. "Sweetie it's nothing on the other hand you were very..." you stopped thinking how to put your it without harming him "Overprotective" Wriothesley can't help but chuckle. "Yes, dear. I know. I am. I can't help it." He kisses your forehead, his eyes gentle despite the shadows beneath them. He looks down at the sleeping baby in his arms. He smiles at you, his eyes bright and loving. “I want to be a good father” He pulls you closer. “I want to keep you both safe.” "yes but you need to relax too darling" You caressed his cheek and soflty his shadow under his eye too "you need to sleep bun bun" Wriothesley blinks his eyes, looking at you for a moment. You’re right. He’s exhausted. He takes a deep breath in, then nods his head. He kisses your cheek again. “I will” he promises. “I’ll take her to her bed first.” He stands up with Victoria in his arms, cradling her so safely and carefully. Wriothesley can’t help but smile as he watches his little Victoria wiggle in his arms. He’s amazed at how fast she’s growin. He carries her to her cradle and lays her down, tucking her blanket neatly around her small body. He gives her one last kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, sweet pea.” He whispers. Victoria cooed wriggling "ba ba!" Wriothesley laughs loudly, unable to contain his amusement. “Ba ba, is it?” He laughs again. Oh, how she has changed his life. He can’t help but love her more and more every day. He places his hands on her little shoulders, rubbing them gently. “Yes. Ba ba” "Ba ba" Victoria wiggles as her father camed closer "I think she's trying to say dada but she's still to little" you giggled at the cute scenario. Wriothesley laughs and nods his head. “Yes. I would say so, too” He smiles at her. Her eyes are wide as they focus on him. “I think she knows who her daddy is” He laughs. “She’s just trying to figure out how to get the word out” Wriothesley chuckles as he watches his Victoria sneeze. “Bless you.” He mumbles, feeling the urge to tickle her. He bites down on his lip, knowing that he can’t disturb her. She needs to sleep, even if he wants to do nothing more than play with her little fingers and toes. Wriothesley continues to stare at his sleeping daughter. He’s mesmerized by her perfect little face, the way her lips curl upwards, how her eyelids rest so peacefully upon her cheeks, and how her fingers clasp together in her sleep. Wriothesley continues to stare at his sleeping daughter. He’s mesmerized by her perfect little face, the way her lips curl upwards, how her eyelids rest so peacefully upon her cheeks, and how her fingers clasp together in her sleep. She’s beautiful. He wants to hug her again, but he fights the urge in an effort not to disturb her.

"sweetie let's go to bed" you asked rubbing your eyes. Wriothesley nods and glances back at his daughter. “Yes” he says. “We should” He’s suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. The last few days have taken a toll on him, and his body is in desperate need of an hour of sleep. “Just give me a moment” "what's wrong?"

Wriothesley sighs softly and looks up. “Nothing’s wrong, darling” he says “I just want to watch over her for a little bit longer. It’s been a long few days” He rubs his hand down his face, trying to get rid of the bags under his eyes he’s developed. “Of course” you say, nodding your head. You understand his desire to watch over her, to make sure she’s okay. It’s only natural. Wriothesley continues to stare at her, his eyes soft and filled with love. He wants nothing more than to protect her, to keep her safe. “I’m going to go to bed” You smile softly at him, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. Wriothesley smiles back at you, his eyes following you as you walk out of the room. He watches until you are long gone. Victoria remains asleep in her cradle, softly cooing as she sleeps. Wriothesley gazes at her for a few minutes longer, feeling his cheeks heat. He leans forward and kisses her again, whispering “I love you, baby. My angel”

Bonus:

The next morning you woke up founding your husband sleeping on the chair with Victoria in his arms soflty snoring.You smile softly as you see Wriothesley sleeping with his daughter in his arms. It’s endearing really, to see him so vulnerable and doting. Even when he doesn’t know you’re watching he’s a gentle father. You feel your heart melt a little bit and you have no desire to wake him. Victoria remains asleep in his arms, and Wriothesley sleeps deeply, gently cradling her as she nestles into his chest.

He looks like the most peaceful, serene man in the world. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is low and even. Victoria is curled up against his chest, the blanket still wrapped around her. Her face is tucked in close to his neck, and she’s sleeping peacefully. You can’t help but stare at them. Your hearts melt, and your chest tightens at the sight of them together.

Idk I just tough of the idea of Wriothesley becoming a dad and well,this camed out.

As always I hope you like it and I will probably add this in my own Daddy! AU in wich I wrote about many anime characters being a dad 😘😊 c'ause I found men playing with their kids cute and it melts my heart🥺🤧💕💕 (hope you agree)

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[blueparadis]

hi! do you have any tips for writing long fics?

helo helo :> i just layed out the framework the way i prefer to do. I'm still working on it, writing long fics.

Ask yourself how long its gonna be? 5k? 10k ? 20k?; set a word count of the fic ( just an approximation)

divide them in parts — i generally do it like this, not a special thing to follow but just a framework.

[a] Exposition: A direct way of telling the reader/audience what's happening in the story before it starts. It sets the tone of the whole story including establishing the characters and where the story is going to take place.the introduction of the plot.

[b] Inciting Incident or Rising Action: Because of what is established in the exposition, the characters in the story are led to do something. This part gets more suspenseful as the story progresses making the audience wonder what's going to happen next. That's why it's a "rising" action. Be specific as you can be since you won't be able to add plot details in next part

[c]Climax: This is usually the most important part of the story. It's the culmination of everything that's happened in the story so far and the point where a choice or an action is made the affects every part of the story. It is the most descriptive part but please be mindful not to slip in too much info, just how the characters are feeling, reacting, thinking to do.

[d]Falling action: This is the part of the story which shows the consequences of climax and the "fallout."You can info dump here again apart from adding Redemption, regret, reconciliation ( if any ).

[e] Denouement or Resolution: This is the conclusion of the story that wraps everything up and fills in any details that hadn't been revealed before so that the story is fully understood. And it gives you an indication of what's to happen once the story ends too or you can give a open ending if you'd like to continue in future.

Set a word count for each of the parts. don't worry if it doesn't match the overall approximating word count you had in the first place for this fic. None of them will be same at the end.

Start writing a synopsis for each part, jot down points you want to touch, even if it's just broken sentences. No one's gonna check that, the result MATTERS. So, write anything in anyway which you won't forget. Sometimes I have oneliner musing to remember the dynamic,the emotional elements that I want to write.

NOW, there must be a scene, a part that you're dying to write, that made you write this long fic in the first place. If you feel restless to write that, please do. It'll get easier to finish and you'll get a huge boost to write the rest of the part. It can be the climax, anti-climax or even the conclusion.

try to finish a part a day, at least a part of part. Be patient with writing otherwise it'll get tiring when you'll be proofreading

listen to music. Yes music, not songs. Only music. Lofi works the best but feel free to pick your niche. It'll help you focus if you're very excited to write the fic.

After completing all you have to do is to beta read. This is harder than you think. It is the same fic that you've been writing for days , maybe months and you might grow monotonous of reading it again. So, beta read can be done in two ways.

one— you can take a day's gap (or whatever you deem fit ) and read, make the necessary corrections in one sitting.

two— do it by parts. starting with your favourite scene or going from the last part to the first part.

Or you can ask someone to beta read. I don't because I can't let someone go through my 10k of brainrot because of one particular scene.

Thank you. i wish you all the best in writing your fic <333

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[timekeepertwister]

Case 0 Type P - File 6 - “The Final Battle”

Location: Vanilla Castle - The Chamber of Audiences

Timeline: PET-K

Date: August 1945, 1:13 PM

Subjects Involved: C/E-73 (22), C/E-22, C/E-925, C/L-33, C/A-95, C/A-78, C/A-42(h), C/A-42(c), C/A-32, CM/B-29, CM/H-?

Employee(s) Responding: Croissant Cookie

Timeline Inspection Record Of: The Final Battle - Prologue (No Spoilers Necessary) [Timeline Maintained]

It’s August 1945. The time is a bit past one in the afternoon. 13:13 on a 24-hour clock, if you’re so inclined. And yet, crimson twilight blankets the tranquil skies of the Vanilla Kingdom. As of now, Dark Enchantress Cookie retains occupation of the Vanilla Castle’s main keep as Pure Vanilla Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, and Golden Cheese Cookie make their way to the Chamber of Audiences: the castle’s ornate throne room. As Dark Cacao Cookie slams open the doors to the final corridor to reveal the hordes of Cake Monsters separating the quartet from Dark Enchantress Cookie, White Lily Cookie runs in behind them, sweeping past Golden Cheese Cookie to tug on Pure Vanilla Cookie’s shoulder. Destiny has arrived, and the battle for the future begins.

With White Lily Cookie’s arrival, everyone nodded their heads silently as they began their approach towards the throne at the end of the seemingly endless hallway. Although last to arrive, White Lily Cookie was the first to break the silence. She knew she was the one that caused all of this, as she contemplated her mistakes and uttered in despair, “This is… Oh no, what a horrible sight.”

“The whole place is covered in Cookie crumbs!” Hollyberry Cookie added, knowing the weight of the coming battle and the casualties suffered by the Vanilla Kingdom’s Royal Guard and civilian population.

Dark Cacao Cookie steadied his nerve and noted the scent of the devastated hallway. His tone was as stern and resolute as it was when he first took on the mantle of king of his own snow-covered kingdom. “Foul sticky cream… The stench of burnt butter in the air…” Clearly the same expired and otherwise undesirable ingredients that came together to make the monsters that made up Dark Enchantress Cookie’s Cake Monster armies.

Golden Cheese Cookie looked at everyone as she flew behind them and thought about the destruction around her, as well as the comments of her friends accompanied by White Lily Cookie’s late arrival, unaware of what transpired regarding White Lily Cookie’s absence and prior interactions with Croissant Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, and Roguefort Cookie in Lilywhite Space: a dimension named after her since the incident in the Blueberry Yogurt Academy. With nothing else to say and a demand for answers, Golden Cheese Cookie asked everyone in a sharpened tone, “What on Earthbread is going on here?!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie sighed in reply. “It’s not good. Dark Enchantress Cookie has declared war on the Vanilla Kingdom.”

In outrage, Dark Cacao Cookie snapped back. “The Cookie who has brought the Cake Monster army into our lands?”

“Yes. She attacked while I was occupied elsewhere,” Pure Vanilla Cookie said in response.

Hollyberry Cookie, without a chuckle in her voice, responded by saying, “Hah! That’s gotta be some hard flour, for such a brazen strike.”

Without another word from anyone else, Pure Vanilla Cookie rallied everyone towards the end of the corridor. “We must find Dark Enchantress Cookie quickly! Let us make haste!”

As the Five made their way through the corridor, Croissant Cookie’s Timecraft silently flew in through a shattered window at the end of the hall, landing behind a large pillar next to Dark Enchantress Cookie. Quiet as a mouse in a warzone, the four Cookies aboard disembarked from the time machine to ensure that White Lily Cookie had made it to the others safe and sound. Croissant Cookie was the first to break the silence, her voice safely muffled from anyone else by the ambient noise of war. “We made it. Does anyone see White Lily Cookie?”

Walnut Cookie looked down the hall and back at Croissant Cookie. “No sign of her or the others yet. Just at least a dozen Cake Hounds from what I’ve seen in several weekend horror movies.”

Roguefort Cookie’s patience was growing thinner by the minute. They were originally there to recover a pocket watch, not to fly straight into the heart of the Dark Flour War. Ever the opportunist, they whispered to Croissant Cookie, “Why don’t we just mount our own ambush right here? We’re in a prime position, and completely hidden from her sight. We could finish that thief off right here before she can do anything else.”

Almond Cookie sighed softly and constantly, first at Walnut Cookie’s horror movie comments, then to Roguefort Cookie’s suggestion. “And how exactly would you describe your plan here? Unlike you or the Ancient Heroes, we’re seriously unequipped to challenge a prominent Black Magic user to any extent. And although you may consider yourself a cunning rogue, you’re still a Cookie in our group. If you make a mistake in your own attempt to ambush her, everyone’s safety here would be in serious jeopardy because you compromised the security of our position.”

Pulling Roguefort Cookie aside by the arm, Croissant Cookie stared them in the eyes and delivered her own ultimatum. “Okay Roguefort Cookie, listen up. We are NOT to interact with anyone or anything here if White Lily Cookie appears as planned, as per the mission. That also includes the possibility of attacking Dark Enchantress Cookie, no matter how much I want to fight her as much as you do for the number of anomalies and trouble she’s given us rivaled by other notorious time-jumping outlaws. The dropkick in the dining room that happened earlier only happened because we were in the present era and because pre-calculated physics and trajectory in relation to the time rift opened in the dining room ceiling- which I used to get to that location to respond to prior intelligence regarding a stolen Class II Relic- allowed me to make that entrance. Not to mention, if you were to crumble her in the past at this very moment, our timeline would change dramatically with no known projected outcome. Literally anything could happen as a result of this, even if roaming TBD agents were to immediately arrive on-site to arrest you the instant afterwards. Some of us- including you- might not even exist as a result, so stick to the plan and stay here. The Ancient Heroes will take care of the rest.”

Roguefort Cookie was about to argue back at Croissant Cookie when a loud “OUTTA MY WAY!” from Hollyberry Cookie followed by the sound of heavy metallic clanging sounded through the hall, sending a horde of infernal Cake Hounds flying in the group’s general direction. One of them even managed to sweep Roguefort Cookie’s legs mid-flight, sending them into the floor as the Cake Hound started growling at them. Covering its mouth as they got back up, Roguefort Cookie knew there was no other way out as they stuck it out towards the others like a stack of dirty dishes. “Point taken. Now then, somebody please take this Hound off my hands before it sells us all out.”

Thinking fast, Walnut Cookie snatched the Cake Hound from Roguefort Cookie and threw it into the Timecraft where it stopped growling and started rolling over on the back seat. “There was no other option, we have to keep it quiet so everyone else doesn’t see us!” Walnut Cookie then pointed to the five Ancients as they approached Dark Enchantress Cookie in front of the castle’s throne, thoroughly lined with dark roots and covered in melting frosting and red cake batter.

As the Ancient Heroes approached the far end of the throne room next to where Croissant Cookie’s group was hiding, a tense standoff began. Dark Enchantress Cookie looked down from her lofty position atop her floating staff to see who dared to challenge her, monologuing to her challengers, “And so, upon the ruins of your home, we finally meet. You’re rather late… to your own demise!”

“Dark Enchantress Cookie! What is the meaning of this?” Pure Vanilla Cookie said defiantly.

“Do you know the real reason why we, Cookies, were created?”

Cutting off Dark Enchantress Cookie in her opening statement, Golden Cheese Cookie looked down- no- at equal height towards Dark Enchantress Cookie, asking her in a quite annoyed tone, “What rancid NONSENSE are you peddling now?”

“Now, now,” Dark Enchantress Cookie said, continuing to push her point. “THINK for a moment. I hope it’s not too hard. Why do we exist?”

Hollyberry Cookie spoke up to answer the question: “That’s easy—to live and be happy, all together! That’s exactly why we were brought into this world. Happiness, Dark Enchantress Cookie. That’s what it’s all about.”

“Oh, really?” Dark Enchantress Cookie asked in a calm yet steady response. “And when, pray tell, are you the happiest? When you fall down and crumble? Or when you become—dare I say it… Ha Ha Ha! SOGGY!”

“We are together, in peace and in battle.” Dark Cacao Cookie responded, sword at the ready. “This is our strength!”

“So true!” Pure Vanilla Cookie concluded, “We love and thank our Creators for our deliciously sweet bodies and unique talents! And there is no hardship we cannot overcome. Together!”

Although points were made on both sides of the room, Dark Enchantress Cookie closed herself off from her opponents, effectively knocking herself out of the debate. “RUBBISH! FOOLS! All of you! I shall show you the tragic error of your ways—right here, right now!” As she finished her last sentence, the room began to violently shake, allowing Dark Enchantress Cookie’s Cake Witch to plow straight through the walls of the throne room to reveal itself as the Madoka Magica-looking Witch it was. And floating at its palm, Dark Enchantress Cookie began her attack, charging energy into a beam to wipe them all out.

“The Cake Witch is channeling energy,” Pure Vanilla Cookie told his friends. “We must use the pause to avert her next attack!” Thinking quickly, he cast a barrier around everyone to block out the dark energy laser.

Rebounding from the laser, White Lily Cookie encouraged her teammates. “Listen, we can win this battle…!”

With the battle now in full swing, Croissant Cookie turned to everyone as the floor behind her and the rest of her group collapsed. “Okay then…! This is our cue to evacuate quickly and discreetly. NOW…!”

“Why, this encounter is getting quite interesting~!” Roguefort Cookie replied. “Do we really need to leave?”

“Yeah, we should get outta here before we get caught in the crossfire,” Walnut Cookie said as she boarded the Timecraft with everyone else. “This isn’t our fight, and it doesn’t take a detective to say that jumping in right now to perform your own heroics with them would definitely result in getting you crumbled! Now get in, Phantom Bleu! Get in before your legacy comes to a dishonorable end!”

“Tsk- fine. If you insist, little detective.” Roguefort Cookie begrudgingly climbed into the Timecraft with everyone else, watching Croissant Cookie enter the temporal coordinates of TBD HQ. And as the engine began to spin again, the Cake Witch began to falter from the Ancients’ combined strength. Dark Enchantress Cookie reeled forward in rage as it did.

“GAH!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! NOTHING CAN STOP ME! ESPECIALLY YOU!”

Trying to ward Dark Enchantress Cookie away from her own wrath, Pure Vanilla Cookie screamed, “Dark Enchantress Cookie, NO!”

But it was to no avail. The Cake Witch’s blade descended upon the Ancients, creating a blast that sent the nearby Timecraft spinning into the air and out of control. The Ancient Heroes fell to their knees as their Soul Jam floated over to Dark Enchantress Cookie. With a maliciously evil laugh, Dark Enchantress Cookie celebrated her perceived victory, “YES! Ha Ha Ha! Simply marvelous! Say goodbye to your Soul Jam. IT’S ALL MINE! I have waited an eternity for this moment. It is time to reap the fruits of my promise and share my brilliant vision with the world.”

The battle seemed lost. The Heroes faltered and their Soul Jam taken, and yet, Pure Vanilla Cookie got back up. Casting a barrier over everyone else, he ran back into the fray towards his foe, casting his own magical beam to counter her’s. The struggles intensified on both sides, the other Ancients and the Timecraft’s crew watching intently. Approaching ever closer to see Dark Enchantress Cookie’s face within a magical orb conjured by their struggle, Pure Vanilla Cookie soon recognized her smile and who Dark Enchantress Cookie really was.

Meanwhile Croissant Cookie prepared the machine’s thrusters to begin their time jump. “Brace yourselves! Commencing time jump to the Time Balance Department, 12/25/2020, in three… two… one…” …but her countdown never finished. Nearby, the magical orb expanded as the Soul Jam began to splinter and shatter into countless tiny fragments. Shortly after, a rattling explosion overtook everything and everyone in close vicinity of the Vanilla Castle. The Timecraft was thrown away into the time portal it created in a completely different direction away from their intended destination, its crew screaming either in thrills or horror. In the wake of the massive explosion, the heroes and Dark Enchantress Cookie vanished. Dark forces overtook the kingdom, crumbling the land’s civilizations away bit by bit. Stories of these grand kingdoms and their heroes faded into obscurity.

Meanwhile, the Timecraft was undertaking a time jump that had been interfered with in the wake of the Vanilla Castle’s explosion. The time machine sped uncontrollably through the time streams with everyone on board. “THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH. FIND AN EXIT ALREADY!” Almond Cookie yelled as the time machine soared through the depths of space-time.

“I’M TRYING… THERE! Hang onto something, this is gonna be a rough landing…!” Piloting the Timecraft through the nearest exit rift, Croissant Cookie took the machine into a dive as it scraped against the foreign ground they found themselves in. Not the cleanest landing, but a landing nonetheless. Once the Timecraft came to a complete stop, she asked, “We’ve stopped. Is everybody okay? Did we lose someone while we went through the time streams?”

“Nope, the gang’s all here,” said Walnut Cookie, still holding a now docile infernal Cake Hound as it licked her. “Even this Cake Hound that found our hiding spot is still here. But now comes my next question concerning our situation: Where on Earthbread are we?!”

Roguefort Cookie responded, “What you should be asking, little detective, is when in time are we?!”

[End of File 6] - [Previous: File 5 - “The Lost City of Vanilla] - [Miscellaneous Case Notes] - [Return to Case Record]

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[baileyjane3769]

Stepping Beyond The Pixels Masterlist

Original Copy is on Quotev, for a better viewing experience and chapter by chapter reading head on over to my Quotev page @BobbyWolf3769 or click the link here

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This is an (x fem reader) story. All plot and characters belong to me and are of my original creation. The story takes place in a fictional town located in Akita Prefecture, Japan.

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Description: When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

Chapter One- Secret Ending

Chapter Two- Fish Out of Water

Chapter Three- Familiar Faces

Chapter Four- Attention Seeker

Chapter Five- Thoughts to Ponder

Chapter Six- Caution: Wet Floor

Chapter Seven- Schoolyard Gossip

Chapter Eight- Schoolyard Brawl

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[pillofmoonlight]

Anger is a prick. Anger is consuming and exhausting. Anger shows itself at the worst of situations. Do you often feel like this? Do you often feel like your anger makes the worst of you. You're not alone. But trust me your Anger isn't the enemy. It took me a while to figure this out. Anger comes from within the place of disappointment or what our brains deem as mistreatment. Anger is just a warning for us to know that this is not how we should be treated and that's why it urges us to take a step towards it. The problem isn't the anger but the way individuals deal with it. How we express it can be healthy but most of the times it's not because somehow everyone has decided that anger is a bad thing to have. It's not.

Anger isn't something unique to a gender or a person. yet I'll talk abt this in a gendered concept. Stereotypically "men are from mars and women are from venus" (man didn't know that venus is the hottest planet) but John Gray in all his gender stereotype never mentioned why certain individuals deal with anger in certain ways. It's true to most that men and women do deal with anger in different ways but it has nothing to do with them being men or women. It's all about how society has come to teach them about it in a very gendered way.

For men, anger has always been a very acceptable thing. It's okay for them to be angry, which is a good thing. One less problem. Society has accepted their anger. And somehow society normalised the way they took out their anger on others as well, which is not a good thing. For them anger isn't something to run from. They sure do need to learn better ways of dealing with anger rather than dumping it on the next person they see. The problem with men is not their fight with anger but the fights that they have because of their anger because society failed to teach them to deal with it in a healthy manner.

For women, anger is a much more complicated issue than that. Many women might deal with it in different ways but for most women anger has often been understood as to be something to be ashamed of. Women are told that good women aren't angry. They don't get mad. "No one likes a mad woman." Guess what? Women do get angry. Anya Taylor Joy talked about this in an interview that how rage for women is seen as a tear drop falling from one eye and she emphasises that it's not true. WOMEN GET MAD. WE GET MAD. But women learn anger to be not a very woman trait. Like they wouldn't be loved or valued if they were angry. They run from their anger. Now being ashamed of your anger poses more problems than we think it does. For me, being ashamed of anger as well being a person with too much anger (got it from my father) came with its own cycle of guilt and self blame. I started blaming myself for everytime I got angry. I wanted to feel punished for being angry. Because I was taught it to be a bad thing for me. When I used to be alone, I used to blame it on myself. But when I was angry and arguing, my goal shifted from blaming to being blamed. I'd say things to trigger the other person. Purposefully make them feel hurt so they could say things to me and I could feel like I was punished for being angry and the cycle would complete with guilt and regret. That's what being ashamed of anger has always been for me. And this is not because I was a women. This was because that's how I was raised and that's how many women are raised to believe about anger. If men grew up believing that, they'd end up in the same cycles. It's the way we were brought up.

Anger was never a gender specific problem but it was made out to be because as everyone needs to learn how to deal with anger in healthy ways, women need added effort to learn how to not be ashamed of their anger. Because again anger was never the problem society made it out to be. Emotions are never the problem. It's the way you deal with them, that needs to be learnt.

– pillofmoonlight

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[elie-draloup]

Pr.Layton : Specter's Call , theories and thoughts (spoilers for this game, and also for the whole original trilogy, and for the movie Eternal Diva), let's get started :

-Tiny Luke

-Layton is a workaholic mess who sleeps in his office and has books everywhere on the ground because he's reading 10 of them at the same time and gets distratced by rocks. I love this guy.

- "I must go no time to explain! Oh wait I'm a gentleman. *backwalk* *sips tea* OK thanks bye!" If THIS is how the Professor has been going on new mysteries all this time, I finally get where his bad habit of leaving Flora behind comes from.

-Not sure I can trust Emmy yet. Or well maybe I can trust her but that doesn't mean she's not hiding something. I have no proof she was actually hired as the Professor assistant (Look, I finished Lost Future recently, and I had a huge history of video games betrayals even before that, maybe I'm paranoid but blame game scenarists), . Apparently the Professor is supposed to know her but he doesn't remember. Hmm.... Well, I have no clue for now. (Maybe it's something like "you saved my village from fake mysterious zombies like 3 years ago with a puzzle about doors remember " or another "my loved ones died in front of me and you happened to be there" or maybe "we've been neighbours for five years dude")

-It'd be cool if they make a connection with the previous games : Maybe Emmy was the person who called the emergencies when Layton got assaulted/stabbed when he was looking for answers about Claire's death. I mean he was unconscious so probably someone found him laying there and had to call the hospital. Maybe he was too physically and emotionally damaged back then to remember Emmy's face. Could be a nice way to reference the events of Lost Future !

-No I won't shut up about Lost Future because I'm still crying.

-The only way Luke could know about the where and when a new apparition will occur is thanks to the mouse we saw in some places (missed it 3 times already, am I supposed to catch it?). The Professor doesn't know that Luke can talk to animals yet so it's reasonable that he's not even considering it. It means that the attacks are always premeditated, probably by the mysterious guy from the beginning (I mean he said it himself "Let's write the next part of this legend". or something )Well. The remaining questions are who exactly and how and why.

-The specter is probably a giant robot

-If people are always evacuated before an attack, it means that the guy behind it all knows that he won't manage to hurt anyone following his plans. It makes me think that it's not a grudge against the townsfolk. Or at least people were never the target to begin with. The giant destroys a different street every time, crushing empty houses. Seems like it's looking for something (remember the mention of mysterious ruins which could be hidden underneath the town ? Yeah.). That or the guy really wants to piss off everyone in this town and destroys their homes just to laugh at them like a madlad.

-In the stories, it says that the Giant used to protect the town. Now it's attacking it. So maybe it is indeed a story of "I'm a normal guy. *one treason, trauma, or anything bad caused by at least one person from hometown later* Fuck you all I'll destroy you". Oh no wait that's just Clive.

-Layton taught me to always consider several possibilities so there : Maybe the specter is not a robot but a very big and confused bear. And the evil looking guy of the beginning is just doing a theatre project.

-Wait, last entry is a joke but this made me realise : I'm assuming that the guy talking about the legend in the beginning and the giant attacks we're facing are related. Because it seems obvious. Fancy mysterious guy talk about a legend -> legend comes back in different form -> mysterious guy is behind it all. But maybe I shouldn't jump to this conclusion that fast. Maybe there's two actors in this, and the guy we've seen in the beginning has nothing to do with the giant's attacks (doesn't mean he won't take advantage of it for whatever his plans are), and someone else is directing the giant. (Which, again, is very probably a robot but could be something else. No idea what though.) I should keep that possibility in mind.

- And about Luke knowing about the attacks... Well, at first I did thought it was because the Giant was following a pattern and Luke understood the key of it (because you know, smart kid. All he would need is the newspapers and a map of the town), but honestly I don't believe it much, mice telling Luke about the attacks seems way more plausible to me.

-Also, I don't trust Luke's dad. Not sure why, I just don't trust him. And I wonder what happened to Luke's mom or the exact reason she left. Seems like a touchy subject for Luke.

-I don't know who the police chieff is, but the way the policemen talk about him makes me think that he's suspicious. The policemen are all hiding something. This "same outfit same mustache same family name " thing, the guy who can't explain why we wouldn't be allowed in town and just fall asleep to dodge the question, and things like that... yep, suspicious.

-So question : Who Don Paolo is impersonating this time ?

-Wait I'm not sure if Luke ever met Don Paolo before Curious Village.

Maybe he won't be in this game.

-The Professor decided to collect random things in the streets and apparently a dirty spoon is fascinating enough for him. I know he's an archaeologist, but please, that spoon could be younger than him.

-Maybe Don Paolo is all the policemen.

-.... Wait it would make so much sense. Don Paolo is all the policemen !

-About the fog : if the giant is a steam machine, it makes sense that it's surrounded with more fog. I really don't see what else it could be if not a robot. I'm trying the "think differently" thing but... Well, maybe an ancient robot, like the big roc guys in the movie Atlantis, looking for the old ruins it was supposed to protect or something like that? (Sounds more plausible than the giant bear at least so I'll take it. Still think that the normal robot is the most likely. Oh wait ! Maybe it is a an ancient golem, but powered by a modern guy. Like the guy found this giant big old thing and thought "Hey I can have fun with this. Let's terrorise an entire town". Now, is it the mysterious guy from the beginning or another guy... Still unsure. I mean, mysterious guy is likely involved in this, but at what level? How ? Why ?

-I'm tired of calling him mysterious guy, he had a thing on with fur or feathers or something right ? He's Feather for now.

-Wait. This cat. This cat has a mustache. He's purple. ...... PAUL DID YOU DISGUISED YOURSELF AS A CAT ?!

-Nevermind it's just the puzzle cat.

-Okay, so new things : It's mentioned that we couldn't see the legs of the giant. It came from water apparently. Hmm... Could it actually be light projections or something ? And they actually use a much more simple mechanic thing to do damage in the city, but cover it up as a giant with some games of lights and smoke ?

- I also totally forgot about the flute thing. Since it sounded like there wasn't a clear origin of the melody, my guess is that they're using the underground to diffuse it everywhere in the city. (After all, what's a Layton game without a sequence in the sewers?)

-"Hey let's ask everyone we meet if they know where the black market is. It's not like if it was illegal or something."

-.....The raven guy is actually the girl selling vegetables, isn't it ?

-"Strange how there's only kids here" yeah strange. I think you're not going to find anything close to a black market here Professor, these are just children messing up with you, we should leave.

-Oh. So there IS a black market. Kinda. Runned by children. I didn't see the "kid gang cons an entire town with garbage and they're rulling it" thing coming. I want a sidegame with backstories with theses kids. They're a big found family. Even their designs are cool.

-I kinda lost track, why am I looking for the very far away mysterious manor again ?

-The guy who bought the flute used to live there but died, I remember now.

-Why are we assuming that a girl who's supposed to live there is held hostage ? Well I guess trespassing is always fun. Let's go.

-If there was an hostage here they're probably long dead. I mean look at this place.

-So these two kids have been living here on their own for an entire year and nobody helped them ? They really went "Oh there's a random old guy taking care of the kids they're fine ". And of course nobody checked if the old guy wasn't one of the kid himself. Luke, I'm sorry, your townsfolks don't need a curse to act like a bunch of irresponsible idiots.

-Why was everyone saying that the old man deserved to die (In front of his grieving daughter nonetheless) ? Seriously what's wrong with these people ? ... What has he done to be treated like this ? How did he died exactly ?

-Turns out Emmy just randomly met the Professor at Scotland Yard and she seemed SO surprised to be called "Lady" it makes me wonder how she has been treated in her life because it looked like it was the first time someone showed basic respect to her or something. What happened to you Miss Altava ?

-Oh OK so the dead guy was just a bad landlord. There would be lot of murders if everyone started to kill overpricing landlords.

-Emmy : Ready to throw hands

Layton : Steps back protecting Luke, thinking "Oh no not again"

Emmy : Actually beats the ass of three guys by herself. What a Lady.

-Ahah, I knew it was the mouse ! I had no clue for the water thing though.

-OK so now we have the loch Ness monster as a friend. And they arrested a kid. Like not even a teenager. An actual freaking child. Arrested. In front of her younger brother. And Jakes perfectly knows it ain't her. But he's totally ok with accusing and kidnaping (yeah I'm sorry that's not what I'd call a proper arrestation) a kid for no real reason. I don't like this guy.

-Yep, the specter is a robot/engine thingy, it's not like if there was many other options anyway (except for the giant seal I guess ?). I'd like to see the actual thing though, why the characters can see it and not me ? Cut the mystery I want to see the giant mecha thing already !

-Yes it was all for the golden ruins. So I was right about that one too.

-I thought Luke's mom was either possibly dead or divorced (And I thought Clark didn't know how to announce the news so he just said she was on vacation.), but no, she was actually held hostage in the basement for SIX months. So that's what we were supposed to find in the basement. Wait. So Feather was actually there the whole time.

-His name is Descole actually. Not helping. I still have no idea who the heck he is. This may be called the "final battle" but I still need answers.

-I'm loving the fact that our greatest allies are some street kids conning people for a living. I feel like I'm in the 1800- something in a Victor Hugo's book.

-Hershel : Please run away in a safe spot.

Emmy : No.

Luke: No

Hershel : I'm already a grieving depressed man drowning his misery onto hardwork please don't endanger yourself.

Emmy and Luke : Nope!

-Giant robot fight, go !

-So before I get all the answers... Why would some guy destroy a whole city just for an old city that may or may not exist underneath?

-Possibility 1 : Money. I doubt it though. This guy seems like he has a backstory. However, it's likely the motivation of Jakes.

-Possibility 2 : He's a huge nerd ready to destroy an entire town for the sake of finding rocs. An extremist, overdramatic archaeologist.

-Possibility 3 : Is looking for ancient artifacts with ancient technologies/magic to help/save/resurrect a loved one. And is totally ok with killing people if needed.

-possibility 4 : The above but not for a loved one, the guy just wants to be famous by making the discovery of the century because what have you done with your life if your name doesn't appear in history books.

-Possibilty 5 : maybe he can't stand Layton for some reasons. It looks like Descole and Layton know each other. When he told his name, Hershel was like "Hmmm, Descole you say? Where did I heard that name?". Since Descole wanted to find old ruins, and since it doesn't seems like it's for money (or at least not just money), maybe he's an archaeologist too. Maybe they met at the university ! And that's would be why he knew Clark's as well ! But if that's the case... I dunno, was he in love with Claire too? Was Clark in love with Claire too ? Was everyone in love with Claire ? Is it where wars come from ? From many people being in love with the same person? Is that how we all die ?

No but seriously, if they do know each others: Layton doesn't seem to remember him that much. His reaction is more like "I heard that name but where" And I don't know how to read Descole's behaviour: Is he sorta respectful of Layton ? Like "Hey, you're a smart ass, that's cool, and fun to watch, but I'm more clever than you so get wrecked by my giant frog machine" , or is he more like "I can't even spite you I can't wait to see you die. Respectfully." (I don't know he strikes me as the "I'm an absolute psycho but in a very polite way" type of guy.). Like... Does he hate him? Respect him ? Doesn't care and just thinks "Hey look a clever guy. Hmm, that might be a problem." ? Or... Actually has a bigger masterplan and needs him for something bigger ? ... But what about the golden garden ? What's so interesting about it ? I mean... Enough to destroy an entire town ? I dunno, he's looking for something... Yeah he looks like someone who WANTS something. Question is what. And does Layton just happens to be there, or does he wants him to be there ?

It was Luke who called for help and I don't think Descole has anything to do with Layton being here, so yeah, I don't think Descole needed Layton in any way. He was just there, and so he had to adapt his plans. But ! I still think they know each other. Probably from university because honestly layton spent his whole life in there and I don't know where else he could have meet someone.

Possibility 6 : The golden garden have a secret thing and Descole wants it.

-.... Wait that's the end ? But I still have questions.

-Since Emmy isn't here for the original trilogy...What will happen to her ? Either she finds a new job, have to move out, or dies. The answer will be in the last prequel game I suppose.

-I just watched the movie. Sounds like possibility 4 is the most likely, but I'm sure there's something else. I mean he looked desperate to make that discovery. Why ? Since he has done the same thing in Misthallery, I don't think what kind of ruins he's looking for matters to him. It just has to be a huge thing. But what is he looking for ? Fame ? Recognition ? Self-esteem ?

-Also I don't like Melina's father, this guy is a big yikes. Stealing people's life the way he did seems disgusting. I think it's the unethical science process that disturbs me the most. And the general way he acts.

-About the history of Ambrosia... You're telling me that their queen died, and so they all drank poison to kill themselves. That... That is surprisingly dark.

-It made me laugh to see the contrast between Emmy, who seemed like a skilled aviator, and an even more skilled fighter; you just have to look at her to know that she knows what she's doing, truly a wonderful and reliable lady; and then you have Layton; who is equally skilled at making things with garbage and swordfighting, but looks so chaotic while doing it. He made a helicopter FROM SCRATCH and the thing is working while we know from Lost Future that Layton never learned how to pilot, but it's still a handmade helicopter built in 10 minutes so of course it looks shitty and unstable, but it still works and that's impressive, but it still LOOKS chaotic and ready to break into a millions pieces at any second. And the swordfight ? Of course he's good at it. But with a freakin pipe. Like, we guess that he must know what he's doing, but what if he doesn't ? This smart, long hat guy just built a helicopter from nothing, then immediately crashed and somehow managed to survive, and now he's fighting some sword guy with a broken pipe. Is he just improvising his life hoping things will work out fine ? He looks smart but does he really know what he's doing ?

#those notes are a few months old #re-reading them while I finished the two other games sure is something #professor layton #professor layton playthrough #professor layton specter call #professor layton spoilers #luke #emmy #descole #long writing #theories #thoughts

[rachelsartroom]

Style Rule: Long Tumblr Posts

Our long Tumblr posts require us to include an image/visual with them. Because of that, I think the key rule to getting noticed is to have an eye-catching image. I, for example, used an image of the Barbie movie on this post because I know that is a very hot topic right now that will probably draw attention.

The issue after that initial attention grab, though, is keeping it. On top of writing something interesting, I think it is helpful to chunk your text like this. In doing so, it doesn't feel like this overwhelmingly long block of text that no one wants to read.

Lastly, you should include an intriguing title and relevant hashtags. The title will also prompt users to look further at your post and the hashtags will make it more likely to be seen in other spaces.

#writ318mu #barbie #long writing

[nosleeppotions]

The surface of the planet was silent, the redish desert sand crunching like glass beneath his boots. The ruins shield him from the sun, casting him in an odd coldness, the ruins themselves seem to whisper dark tales of war and destruction and as he brushes his fingers across the runes in the stone that coldness settles into his bones. As glowing yellow eyes scan the surroundings, the silence is only truly broken by his astromech bumping into his leg as she reminds him yet again what a terrible idea this is. "Relax R3."

A strange rumble, sending a tremble through the Force, makes Slip pause. It felt big, maybe a ship? He cautiously puts on his helmet, booting back up the HUD. "You didn't tell the others where we were going right, Ardrie?" He asks. "Negative." She grumbles.

Just as his focus is drawn to something not too far off moving the sand, whatever it is bursts out and it's big. Some kind of worm-snake type of creature with a lot of legs and sharp teeth. It's hunger radiates through the Force as it let's out an echoing screech and starts very clearly coming towards them. "I'm not fighting that right now, Ardrie-" his Astromech was already way ahead of him, much further down what was once likely an alleyway. "Fair enough." He starts running after her, even if he WANTED to face an unknown creature unprepared R3 had his lightsaber. Call him a bad Mandalorian for avoiding a fight but he's highly motivated to stay alive for his kid's sake (the kid's age is irrelevant his point stands).

It's not long before he starts scaling between walls, using the force to make R3 move faster ahead of him. A large cloud of dust and stone follows very closely behind them as walls slowly change to pillars and it becomes slowly more impossible to stay ahead and not risk this thing completely tearing apart the ancient site. So much for NOT fighting the creature, but he actually wants ruins left to investigate weather he has to be a ghost to do it … R3 can at least apologize for him if it comes down to that. "Ardrie, my lightsaber! Now!"

Somehow the Droid does hear him over the commotion and DOES toss it back at him, although forcing him to leap and grab it mid-air. This is a bad idea, not that it's an idea at all but if it was, it would be a bad one.

Just as the blue blade ignites, before his feet even touches the ground, the creature dives towards him, tendrils reaching out to drag it's prey to it's hungry maw. The moment he makes the first move to attack a surge of familiar excitement pumps through his blood.

________

Slip was sitting in an office chair he found, staring at the wall of large broken glass tubes.

The lights had finally ceased flickering, bathing the white and grey room in bright lights. He lifts his hand to find he's holding a glass shard, its edges pressing in his now ungloved palm. He traces it for a moment before turning in the chair and placing it onto the table.

Part of him wonders if he had vode. Not the ones he got after his buir brought him home, before that. Did he have batchmates like the clone troopers did? For a moment the wall flickers, being replaced by tubes that were whole, humanoid shapes floating in an oddly colored liquid within them. Only to flicker back to the previous broken and empty state. Slip sighs, leaning back to listen to the sound of thunder and waves crashing against the walls from the outside. Eyes locked onto one tube in particular.

Sometimes he wishes he could just… crawl back in and pretend he never existed to begin with… but not today. What would Vulpine think if he knew his buir's state of mind? … he hopes the kid never sees this part of his mind. Or finds out what he's doing for that matter.

____________

His conscious mind returns with him sitting with his back against a wall in a much darker and more inclosed space, his only light source being R3's light that's she's shining onto him while giving him a good scolding. He was holding his helmet in his hands and it was, much like the rest of his armor, covered in dirt and green… he thinks it's blood. R3's words are long lost on him since he didn't catch most of it to begin with and anything else is diminished by one fact "Ni su’cuy." He breathes. The memory slowly fades back into his mind and he cackles at the realization that not only is he alive but he WON!

The sound echoes through the dark empty beyond. He pushes himself to his feet, lighting his lightsaber to use the blue glow as another light source. Soon they find more runes and artwork, but it's the statues that makes him realize: they FOUND it, the temple he was looking for.

R3's protests and the sound of his footsteps bounce off the walls. The force pulls him forward, one step after the other, he breaks out in a sprint.

They run into much smaller versions of the creature from before but they were dealt with quickly, barely registering as a thought in his mind as he ascends some stairs. He can't even hear R3 calling out to him as he passes several more rooms and passing through others. He finally slows down, finding himself in a faintly lit room. Enough that he can put away his lightsaber and walk with ease. The force pulses excitedly, encouraging him.

The room appears to have once been a library, an old archives room, having similarities to the library at the Jedi temple. But it was empty. Abandoned like the rest of the temple. Part of him wants to joke and say this is a look at Sparker's (the Head Librarian's) worst nightmare.

That cold is back now. Then he sees it. Laying on the ground, forgotten, left behind, discarded. He knows it's a holocron, the patterns on it's surface is familiar as he bends down to trace them. But it's not like the cubes he's familiar with, no, this holocron is pyramid shaped. He picks it up. That cold settles deep inside him, wrapping around his bones. "Is this what I'm here for?" He whispers, the holocron starts to give off a faint red glow. The force sings in confirmation, though… a much… darker tone… than he was used to.

He should ask Sparker about this.

.

R3 was already waiting for him at the ship. He reminds her again to not tell Vulpine or the rest of their crew about this little trip to… what did the Force call this place? Korriban. Most importantly Luke and his council didn't need to know either.

#star wars au #star wars #star wars oc #jedi oc #mandalorian oc #Luke's jedi order au #au #ocs #writing #random #just for fun #my ocs #long writing #this is long #let me know if I made a spelling error auto correct is being difficult #mandalorian jedi #read at own risk #trigger warning ? #sad thoughts #idk #implied depression #maybe idk #mandalorian fallen jedi #fallen jedi #dark jedi

[poetrylovebitch]

People move on, and they forget me. But it’s okay because I’m stuck in the past.

#poem #scream poem #spoken poetry #scream poetry #spilled ink #poetry #spilled thoughts #spoken word #slam poetry #spilled words #poetrty #long writing #spoken thoughts #poetry story #creative writing #secret society 123

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #sometimes i can't even believe how much i myself have written. like i think i am not a writer. i am not doing enough. i do not write enough #and i look back and i have 34 (34!!) works on ao3 and reams of unpublished work on my computer and so long left to live. so i think #we will be okay. #writing

[sweetchildcloud]

||Depression reliever|| written by me as a gift for @rendartgrimson

Spike x Depressed!Reader,friends to lovers trope

Plot: you feel depressed and Spike helps you out ;)

Tags:se*,caring,love,depression,cuddling,nestling,warm,couple.

“Look into my eyes” Spike commanded.

When you looked up at him, his face was only an inch from yours. His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned back towards you. His teeth clenched together, but his breath kept coming fast as he moved into you with each thrust.

“Look at me” He ordered once more, the look of passion in his eyes almost making it feel like he was staring directly through you.

His fingers tightened into your shoulders, bringing just a hint of pain. His teeth bit down on your neck, the sensation of his sharp teeth digging into your skin heightening the feeling of his touch.

His speed picked up from slow and deliberate to fast and hard. Each thrust became more erratic.

"I love you~nhm" You whimpered gripping Spike shoulders “That’s all you have to say...y/n" He breathed in your ear.

“Say it again” He groaned. “Just keep saying it” He moaned. "I mhn love you-ahn~" You repeated endlessly between moans and whimpers as you both slowly reached your peak.

As you said that he moaned loudly pounding into harder as his grip on you tightened even more as he felt his climax approaching. His eyes squeezed shut and he bit down on your neck once more. After a few seconds, he pulled out and collapsed down next to you, his breath coming in heavy pants

He stayed like that, the two of you laying out beside each other, breathing heavily. After a minute, he rolled over to his side and tucked himself next to you. “How’s that depression now?” He smirked as he snuggled up next to you. "it's still there but…Spike do u think we used eachother just now?" You asked looking at yout hands "because…it feels like that right now" “Hm” he pondered, his head nuzzling into your shoulder. He turned slightly to look at you. “Yeah, we did use each other just now”

"so...you...i mean...we..i." You couldn't speak,you loved Spike but thinking that right now you used him for releaving your depression made you rot inside "i'm sorry" You sobbed

“Oh shush” He spoke, his hand moving up so he could wipe away your tears. “It’s alright, we’re both using each other. I needed pleasure, and you needed to release some of what’s trapped inside of you. It’s fine, don’t overthink this”

"But...I love you....I.." you sobbed more feeling guilty

He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. “I know” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck. “I know"

"Why love need to be so complicated?" You sniffed out as you sobbed "I hate it,I hate myself for doing that,I.. don't know what love is anymore"

“You know exactly what love is” He spoke softly. His hand ran through the strands of your hair as he whispered into your ear. “Love is messy and complicated. It’s selfish and selfless. Love is a constant contradiction until everything melts away and the only thing that matters is one another.”

"Is that how our love is? Just..nothing?" You pushed away Spike sniffing

He rolled off of you, his gaze meeting your eyes as he lay beside you. “No.” He spoke, his voice strong as it was always when it came to you. “Ours is so much more than that” He cupped your neck with his hand, leaning up towards you. “Ours is the best kind of messy. The kind where we’re still learning, but every step of the way is full of love”

He brushed your hair behind your ear. His lips curled up into an adorable pout. He spoke in a playful tone. “And it’s the kind where we can just get lost in each other and everything else just melts away, and we forget how complicated our lives really are”

“Because, no matter what we have or how messy things are, it doesn’t matter” He leaned in a bit closer, his voice just above a whisper. “Because we have each other and that’s all that matters”

He moved his hands to your waist “I’m sorry if it seemed complicated right now, because it’s honestly the simplest thing in the world.” He moved down towards your neck and kissed it, letting out a satisfied groan as he did so.

"The only thing I know is that...my heart can't stop talking whenever I see you" You reached for Spike hand placing it on your naked chest feeling your fast heartbeat

He stared at your chest, his fingers wrapping around yours. He felt your heartbeat pounding against his palm as it continued to beat quickly. “Neither can mine” He leaned down, and kissed the center of your chest.

“I could hold you like this for the rest of our lives" He chuckled, curling his body into a ball so he could wrap his arm tightly around you. “You know that right? I love you, and I will always love you. All the good, and all the messy”

His fingers started to comb through your hair as he hugged you tightly. “No matter what happens, or how hard life can sometimes seem to get, you are the most important thing to me and I can never lose you” He squeezed you tight, his lips pressing into your neck, his face into your hair. “I love you. I love you. I love you”

You squeezed him right back. His breath was the only thing in the world that truly mattered to you right now as you pressed yourself into him. His warmth felt soothing against you, giving you the feeling that nothing in the world could ever bother you again. “I love you too” You whispered.

He squeezed you even tighter, his arms wrapped tightly around you with every ounce of his being. “I’m never letting you go” He spoke softly, his words almost sounding like a promise.

You smiled, pressing your face even harder into his chest. The warmth of him felt like home. You couldn’t ask for anything better than this, right now. This was the kind of warmth you wished you could wrap yourself in every day. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly, so perfectly. It felt so natural to be this close against him, his scent filling the air and making you feel so at peace.

Man I didn't know it would that long but I hope you like this

#long writing #writing blog #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #couple goals #ranting love #mystile #my writing #foryou

[willowcrowned]

incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities

#if i ignore the writing (non-hobby) i have to do for long enough i may even finally vacuum #willow's wastebin tagxon #willow's greatest hits

[timekeepertwister]

Case 1A-1 - File 1 - Crash Site

Location: Dark Cacao Kingdom

Date: May 16, 2017

Subjects Involved: C/E-73 (22), C/E-22, C/E-925, C/E-2 (78)

Employee(s) Involved: Croissant Cookie

“Hello?! Is anyone there? Croissant Cookie to anyone in the TBD, come in…!” …no response through the static. She replaces her portable radio back in the salvaged wreckage of her Timecraft as she witnesses its inoperable condition. “We’re stuck here. Radio’s out of order. We landed in a blizzard-ridden land with no way out.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious,” said Roguefort Cookie in an annoyed tease. “You’re still missing the big question here. We’re all shivering out here because of that explosion, and now we’re somewhere else in time. What year is this?!”

“Well…! I’d check that for you if our time machine wasn’t COMPLETELY BUSTED FROM CRASHING INTO A TREE. All the electronics are down and the time drive is in no condition to jump through time… wait…! I think I’ve got an idea!”

“And that would that be for?” Responded Almond Cookie, who was only being kept warm by his trench coat and standard detective’s uniform.

“The Time Jumpers!” Croissant Cookie ran for the storage compartment of the Timecraft and swung it open, rifling through the pile of scrap parts. “There should be a spare jumper in here somewhere that we can use as a substitute time drive. We can just affix it to where the broken time drive is and manually open a time rift ourselves to get outta this mess!” But no matter how much she searched, the only thing that came to light in the storage area was a check for 5,000 Coins and a stapled note that read,

“Gonna borrow this for a bit, but I’ll return it later! Promise.” -Olive Cookie

“…” A face of frustration emerged on her face as Croissant Cookie muttered to herself. “There goes the backup plan. What is she doing with that Time Jumper that she had to borrow it from me on short notice…”

——————————Meanwhile, in the Present Day…

Olive Cookie ran through the ruins of the Golden Cheese Kingdom at least 17 times to solve an unsolved riddle in the inner pyramids. With each disastrous mistake, she used the Jumper to undo her mistake, telling herself, “Nope, not that one. This door’s riddles must be from an era predating this kingdom itself, and yet one mistake causes the entire chamber to collapse. Gonna have to read deeper into those hieroglyphs and find a clue to try this again…” *Click.* The Jumper whirs and reverses time again. The chamber un-collapses itself as Olive Cookie returns to observing the wall’s ancient texts. “Now where was I…? Aha! There! Let’s try this again.”

——————————Back to those Four…

“…she’s gonna add more work for me, isn’t she…” Croissant Cookie sighed.

“If it’s not gonna work, don’t force it. There’s always one true solution to every problem!” Walnut Cookie chimed in while trying to start a fire with sticks and dry brush… albeit unsuccessfully. “We have to find shelter. This blizzard is going to turn all four of us into popsicles if we don’t find someplace warm to last a night here.”

“Like that village at the bottom of this hill?” Roguefort Cookie pointed down to a small village where Cookies played in the snow and went about their business as if inclement weather didn’t exist for them. A tree covered in lanterns adorned the central square as a Cookie walked out from an enclosure full of sheep with a lantern and a staff with a bell on it. What appeared to be the largest ram anyone had ever seen followed close behind as they approached the hill.

“Exactly like that. We can just get those guys to let us stay the night!” Walnut Cookie perked up on seeing the village, and then turned back towards seeing the wrecked Timecraft: her only way back home. “…or however long it takes to fix the time machine.”

As the four of them made their way to the village below, they encountered the same Cookie with the lantern, who asked them, “Oh, are you lost?”

“Very much so,” said Walnut Cookie. “We don’t even know where we are!”

“That’s all thanks to the endless snowfall we get here. Even though it’s May, snowstorms like these will make anyone think it’s winter. But that’s just what life is here in the foothills of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. We learn to make the best of it and continue to grow as a community.”

“Alright,” Croissant Cookie replied. “But what year is this?”

“2017. We kept the lanterns up on the tree in the square much longer this year because of how many blizzards we’ve gotten so far.” The Cookie then noticed everyone’s lack of winter attire and exclaimed. “Oh, right. You guys are still out here and it’s well below freezing. And look at the time, it’s gonna be dark soon. I’ll help you guys get back to the village where it’s nice and warm.”

Croissant Cookie smiled and asked, “Thanks! Can you also help us move that pile of scrap metal? That was our only means of travel this time and it needs to get fixed before we can go anywhere far away.”

“Sure! Cupcake can handle that perfectly! Right, Cupcake?”

Next to everyone was a giant ram covered in an abundance of wool while wearing an overcoat full of pockets meant to help move things around. Staring down the four in the face, “Cupcake” bleated a deep, loud bleat and relaxed in posture slightly.

“Sounds like we’ve got a plan. We’ll tow that pile of metal back to the village so it doesn’t get buried in snow out here along with you guys. Just get your things on the sled and climb into those pockets in Cupcake’s overcoat, then we’ll be on our way!”

With a group effort, the Timecraft was heaved onto the sled and everyone was on their way back to the village. Walnut Cookie said to the Cookie on top of the ram, “Thanks for the ride. We would’ve probably frozen out here if we stayed out any longer.”

The Cookie then said to everyone, “It’s not a problem at all! Oh… whoops! I forgot to introduce myself! My name’s Cotton Cookie. I’ve lived in that village for practically my whole life, and it’s been something to cherish… especially with… him…”

“Nice to meet you, Cotton Cookie! You too, Cupcake.” Croissant Cookie smiled as she listened to Cotton Cookie talk. “My name’s Croissant Cookie, and the other Cookies with me are Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, and Roguefort Cookie.”

“It’s nice to meet you too! Now listen closely guys, because this is important. We’re now entering Snowfall Village, where I’ll show you to our guest house. It might not be much to work with as a group of four and it might be a little cold at first, but we’ll get a cozy fire going in the fireplace and you’ll be all better!”

But when the group arrived at the guest house, the fireplace was already lit and the windows glowing. One of the other villagers turned to Cotton Cookie and asked her, “More guests, Cotton Cookie?”

“Yep! They just need a place to stay so they can get their… thing… fixed so they can drive themselves home.”

“I see. The guest house might be a bit small for them, but I’m sure everyone can share. Right?”

Cotton Cookie began to stutter a bit as she turned to Croissant Cookie, who was helping the others back onto the ground. “R-right. We’ll get that metal pile into a covered shed while you guys settle in. Enjoy your stay!”

“Can do! And Cotton Cookie? Thanks for the ride and lodgings. We’ll see what we can do to repay you.” Croissant Cookie waved back and headed towards the door as Cotton Cookie pulled away towards the shed to unload their cargo of metal. And with the turn of the handle, the door opened and five other occupants who were already staying inside looked back. The inside looked rustic and cozy. A kettle of tea accompanied by five teacups was sitting on the table. Croissant Cookie exclaimed, “Oh…! Are you all also staying here?”

One of the occupants responded, “Yes we are. We… got lost.”

“Same here,” Croissant Cookie replied. “Since I guess this is the only guest house in the village, we’re gonna be sharing this place with you guys.”

A second occupant replied, “That’s great! More people to keep us company.”

A third person chimed in, “Wait. We should properly acquaint ourselves first. What’s your name?”

Croissant Cookie replied, “My name’s Croissant Cookie. What about you guys? What are your names?”

The fourth occupant turned to the fifth occupant in the midst of making more tea and responded after taking another sip of her own tea, “My name? Reimu. Reimu Hakurei.”

[End of File 1] - [Next: File 2 - “Incident Afoot”]

[Ongoing Case File 1: “Dispatch”]

[Return to Investigation Record] - [Return to Case Record]

#cookie run au #operation: time twister #cookie run #case 1 #investigation a #walnut cookie #almond cookie #roguefort cookie #croissant cookie #cotton cookie #file 1 #crossover mission #olive cookie #long writing

[pillofmoonlight]

I have been told a gazillion times by a gazillion people on the internet and in real life, to be careful with people, to use my brain with people. How do I explain that I CANNOT??? And above all I DO NOT wish to use my brain to understand people because I want to understand them by my heart. I want to read into their souls and pour into them. Yes it will empty me, eventually and it often does but I'll refill my cup. My brain is meant for literature, complex machines, science, mathematics. If I have to use my brain to know people, I'd rather know none.

#long writing #love #humans are humans #creative writing #writing #dark academia

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

#just kidding the third option is i drive myself insane #trying to find a way to write someone like me in a way i may be respected as a human being #without shaving away the more frightening aspects of my experience or life #challenge level . impossible. i will die. or they will make youtube 3 hour long rant videos about it someday #scratchpost #txt

[deoidesign]

A general cane guide for writers and artists (from a cane user, writer, and artist!)

Disclaimer: Though I have been using a cane for 6 years, I am not a doctor, nor am I by any means an expert. This guide is true to my experience, but there are as many ways to use a cane as there are cane users!

This guide will not include: White canes for blindness, crutches, walkers, or wheelchairs as I have no personal experience with these.

This is meant to be a general guide to get you started and avoid some common mishaps/misconceptions in your writing, but you absolutely should continue to do your own research outside of this guide!

This is NOT a medical resource!!! And never tell a real person you think they're using a cane wrong!

The biggest recurring problem I've seen is using the cane on the wrong side. The cane goes on the opposite side of the pain! If your character has even-sided pain or needs it for balance/weakness, then use the cane in the non-dominant hand to keep the dominant hand free. Some cane users also switch sides to give their arm a rest!

A cane takes about 20% of your weight off the opposite leg. It should fit within your natural gait and become something of an extension of your body. If you need more weight off than 20%, then crutches, a walker, or a wheelchair is needed.

Putting more pressure on the cane, using it on the wrong side, or having it at the wrong height can make it less effective, and can cause long term damage to your body from improper pressure and posture. (Hugh Laurie genuinely hurt his body from years of using a cane wrong on House!)

(some people elect to use a cane wrong for their personal situation despite this, everyone is different!)

(an animated GIF of a cane matching the natural walking gait. It turns red when pressure is placed on it.)

When going up and down stairs, there is an ideal standard: You want to use the handrail and the cane at the same time, or prioritize the handrail if it's only on one side. When going up stairs you lead with your good leg and follow with the cane and hurt leg together. When going down stairs you lead with the cane and the bad leg and follow with the good leg!

Realistically though, many people don't move out of the way for cane users to access the railing, many stairs don't have railings, and many are wet, rusty, or generally not ideal to grip.

In these cases, if you have a friend nearby, holding on to them is a good idea. Or, take it one step at a time carefully if you're alone.

Now we come to a very common mistake I see... Using fashion canes for medical use!

(These are 4 broad shapes, but there is INCREDIBLE variation in cane handles. Research heavily what will be best for your character's specific needs!)

The handle is the contact point for all the weight you're putting on your cane, and that pressure is being put onto your hand, wrist, and shoulder. So the shape is very important for long term use!

Knob handles (and very decorative handles) are not used for medical use for this reason. It adds extra stress to the body and can damage your hand to put constant pressure onto these painful shapes.

The weight of a cane is also incredibly important, as a heavier cane will cause wear on your body much faster. When you're using it all day, it gets heavy fast! If your character struggles with weakness, then they won't want a heavy cane if they can help it!

This is also part of why sword canes aren't usually very viable for medical use (along with them usually being knob handles) is that swords are extra weight!

However, a small knife or perhaps a retractable blade hidden within the base might be viable even for weak characters.

Bases have a lot of variability as well, and the modern standard is generally adjustable bases. Adjustable canes are very handy if your character regularly changes shoe height, for instance (gotta keep the height at your hip!)

Canes help on most terrain with their standard base and structure. But for some terrain, you might want a different base, or to forego the cane entirely! This article covers it pretty well.

Many cane users decorate their canes! Stickers are incredibly common, and painting canes is relatively common as well! You'll also see people replacing the standard wrist strap with a personalized one, or even adding a small charm to the ring the strap connects to. (nothing too large, or it gets annoying as the cane is swinging around everywhere)

(my canes, for reference)

If your character uses a cane full time, then they might also have multiple canes that look different aesthetically to match their outfits!

When it comes to practical things outside of the cane, you reasonably only have one hand available while it's being used. Many people will hook their cane onto their arm or let it dangle on the strap (if they have one) while using their cane arm, but it's often significantly less convenient than 2 hands. But, if you need 2 hands, then it's either setting the cane down or letting it hang!

For this reason, optimizing one handed use is ideal! Keeping bags/items on the side of your free hand helps keep your items accessible.

When sitting, the cane either leans against a wall or table, goes under the chair, or hooks onto the back of the chair. (It often falls when hanging off of a chair, in my experience)

When getting up, the user will either use their cane to help them balance/support as they stand, or get up and then grab their cane. This depends on what it's being used for (balance vs pain when walking, for instance!)

That's everything I can think of for now. Thank you for reading my long-but-absolutely-not-comprehensive list of things to keep in mind when writing or drawing a cane user!

Happy disability pride month! Go forth and make more characters use canes!!!

#mobility aid #cane user #writing tips #writing advice #drawing tips #art tutorial #art tips #art reference #art resources #art help #my art #long post