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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Tumblr crossed soul mates yessssssss you have the BEST opinions and dropping asks here is so much fun and really it's the highlight of my day.

Shanks trying to get flirting advice from the crew, specifically Roger, is both so in character and absolutely hilarious. Like. Dropping my own headcanon here, but I feel like Rouge was probably ALSO a badass of a woman, and so Roger's type is women who could destroy me. Shanks has the same taste, plus a little extra friends-to-lovers trope seasoning for extra Flavor. Crocus is just off to the side, either NO help or equally as bad. Rayleigh is certain he's going gray already bc of the Shenanigans.

Imagine for a moment that Shanks keeps Not Being Clear. He thinks he's being OBVIOUS, but Buggy, while Suspecting Smth, isn't gonna make it easy on him (she also is terrified to be misreading things and refuses to take that chance. She talks mad shit, but Shanks is her PERSON. Of course she loves him, of course he's her soulmate, her beloved, her bst friend, her comrade, of course of course of course. But she'd rather remain best friends and pining inside than risk losing him at all.).

It comes to a head when they have their Regularly Scheduled Whitebeard V Roger Fight.

((Insert a crack ship here but-)) Maybe, after the battle, during the cool down, this time around there's no Teach to set Buggy's instincts off. Maybe Marco, just a few years the cabin kids' senior, has Noticed Buggy. Maybe the Phoenix is preening and fighting weird, sudden instincts and is so absolutely FLUSTERED by it. Maybe Buggy is, in turn, flustered or flattered by the attention - maybe she even misconstrues it.

Marco is letting Buggy look over his books, is offering her his hand when boarding or stepping off a ship - either ship, mind you - is sharing his food, is shouldering others aside to give her something Shiny and Pretty, is attentive to if she shivers, if she sweats, offers her comfortable places to sit, is just.... in her orbit.

And Shanks does not like that, not one bit.

So he's in a Mood, as one would expect of a jealous teen boy, no matter his general disposition.

Others have noticed by now, the intense glaring matches between Marco and Shanks are shooting over an oblivious Buggy's head. She's just too excited by treasures, fabrics, textures and books to care much about the boys - until the evening.

Marco invites her to read together by the firelight, a blanket in one arm. She's tempted - he has a few books on constellations that she's debating lifting from their dusty shelves, and so few on the Oro Jackson enjoy reading the way she does.

But then a hand hooks decisively on her waist. Suddenly, Shanks is beside her, arm around her, holding her, pinning her, to his side and chest as he shoots what may generously be called a smile at the zoan devil fruit user.

"Buggy is capable of speaking for herself, Red-yoi."

"Oh, she is! Absolutely, I'll never cast doubt on that. She's spirited, alright. But ya know something, bird brain?" His eyes darken, smiled falling. "She's mine."

"Is she now?"

"If she wants to be - I won't force it. But watch your hands. Don't get so touchy with my Buggy."

"Stay in your lane, Shanks-yoi."

And suddenly the hand on her waist is gone. Suddenly Shanks is gone. Suddenly there's a brawl, right there, and Buggy is left gaping as her brain works on overdrive.

Half the assembled crews are drunk and cheering them on, a good chunk are asleep or off wandering, but Buggy is soon swept into the safe cocoon of Toki's arms, tucked to her side.

She is transfered to Roger, to Rayleigh, taken home and calmed down because the fragile, precarious structure she has assembled now has become full of unknowns. She's losing her mind over it, but more than that, she's fighting a desperate hope that she hates herself for having.

Shanks can do so much better than her, she tells herself.

The boy in question comes staggering in soon after - he was pissed at Marco, sure, but he noticed when she started panicking, when she began floating, when she was gone - and he came for her. He came as quickly as he could.

And he apologizes. "I shouldn't have called you mine."

Her chest feels like it's been stabbed.

He continues without hesitation. "You're your own person. You're too bright and smart and strong and awesome to just be some guy's girl. You're Buggy, and my feelings for you shouldn't ever take that away from you."

"What..."

"Mm?"

"What are you feelings for me?"

And they cry that night. They yell, and scream, and cry, and laugh, and when they fall asleep, it's tangled together in his hammock, her head resting on his chest and his grin buried in blue curls.

Marco and Shanks, both as adults, still have a semi-playful rivalry going on where they're down to throw hands at the drop of a hat, but it's all in good fun. They still sometimes argue over Buggy, but it's mostly to get her to blush, cackle or yell at them - usually, all three, though not in that order. Marco calls her "the one that got away" and makes the melodramatic "sometimes I can still hear her voice-" comments if only bc it makes people either laugh, groan, or get absolutely flabbergasted.

He was invited to their wedding.

AAA I'm so glad you're having fun sending the asks because I have so much fun reading your ideas <33 They're just SO good.

This is all PERFECT. Rouge was definitely a badass of a woman and somehow Roger managed to date her. Somehow. He doesn't know. He thinks he knows. He doesn't. And his advice isn't really that helpful for Shanks, ngl. He's just left without knowing exactly what to do to win Buggy's heart, but at least he can talk to Roger about it.

And,,, The Marco thing,,, The jealousy,, Especially with the rizz this man has, honestly, Shanks is righteously feeling intimidated. He's older than them and he's hotter. He looks more mature and calm and he reads and does those things Buggy enjoys. He makes her laugh, too, and Shanks is furious because he should be the one making her laugh!! It's not only that it makes him mad, but also, it makes him feel insecure about himself and his abilities. The thing is, Marco makes Buggy feel comfortable and appreciates her a lot, but he isn't Shanks. She thinks that Shanks doesn't feel the same and she won't confess either because she's scared of ruining their friendship. So Marco is the best option here, right? She should settle for him. But he isn't Shanks. And Shanks knows he doesn't have any right to claim Buggy or whatever, but this is pissing him off a lot. Both of them being stupid and feeling insecure about the other's feelings is so good,, And then they talk things out, of course, because Shanks shouldn't have said those things, but also Buggy did like it. Kind of. The fact that he was so protective of her. And that night they finally confess and kiss for the first time and it's just so good-- They laugh and whisper sweet nothings between kisses and it's the first time they do it but it feels so right. Buggy thinks about them being soulmates, but Shanks is the one to say it out loud.

And ever since, Shanks and Marco have had this rivalry and nobody knows exactly why because they never tell people about it. But it's just so hilarious to see them bicker for something that happened years ago. Every time Buggy remembers that, her self-esteem goes higher and higher, so at least she gets something good out of it.

#help this is so funny #i love jealous shanks because i think it comes from a place of insecurity and not possessiveness and it's more like #he knows buggy belongs with him and he won't force her but it hurts to see her with somebody else bc it doesn't feel right #and buggy doesn't feel good either doing it btw she wants shanks to confess already #they're so young and stupid and in love gonna cry #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #shuggy #one piece

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winryrockbellwannabe · 6 months

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hey, first off all just wanna say your blog is so cool i love seeing you on my dash!

i was just wondering if you had any tips for first year students and how to manage time? i think that’s the aspect i have been struggling with the most is time management and getting enough sleep rn.

omg tysm!!! 💜💜💜 so glad you like my posts!! and hope your enjoying your 1st year so far <3

So, how to manage your time:

tbh I haven't understood it that well myself. Personally im a little time blind, so i coordinate my schedule based on tasks i have to do, instead of time.

So instead of: study physics for an hour, it could be something like: understand The Schrödinger equation or study 40 pages.

My only time blocks are: morning, afternoon (before snack time, before dinner) and before going to bed. Which i particularly like since it's more flexible, and if i didn't manage to accomplish everything, i can just move it a bit, instead of ruining the whole thing.

My planner usually looks like this: (it's a bit light, since i had classes all day both monday and today, but you get the idea)

But if you like to study in time blocks, my tip is to give them space to be flexible. So if you delay smth it doesn't ruin your entire schedule, and you won't be so stressed about the time as well.

For example, you think you'll take 1h to do this assignment? Save 1h30 for it, if you end up actually needing this extra time, then you're still in time. If you only needed 1h, you can take a break and move to your next task earlier than planned.

Alarms are a student's best friend for time tracking. And a bonus advantage is that it also forces me not to be on my phone, since i set the alarm in there, and it's a visual reminder that i should be working.

Another important thing to do is to ✨ prioritize✨ your tasks!! Your final exam is way more important than a report that's only 10% your grade. Sure, if you can do both it's perfect, but don't waste too much time perfecting smth that's not that important.

Oh, and if you feel like the way your professor explains isn't doing it for you, just forget about that class! It's a waste of time to be 2 hours in a classroom, not even understanding what the professor is saying and stressing about it. Just find some good notes, and study them in the library during that time instead.

Also, for the not enough sleep problem. I feel you. That was me in the second semester of 1st year. I would lose track of time, sometimes just procrastinating, and forget to sleep. My solution for that is ✨alarms✨. I usually wake up at 7:30, so everyday i have an alarm set for 23:00 to remind myself to go to sleep, and another for 24:00, just in case i ignored the first one lol. Really improved my sleep schedules.

(And a little extra (tho i intend to do a bigger post about this soon)

1st year tips in general: Find ways to be interested in your classes, so it's easier to study. Watch documentaries about it, discuss stuff with ppl that love that subject. Even if you are learning how to solve integrals so you can help your crush - totally not talking from experience. If it get's you motivated, then that's all that matters. DONT BE AFRAID TO ASK QUESTIONS!!! I promise your professors aren't judging you, and if your classmates are, well, they won't be judging anymore when you ace that test. And force yourself to take breaks. I would put on my t.do list to watch an episode of a series daily, bc i would be so stressed i would forget to do that. And taking breaks it's super important.)

(sorry for the huge post, I really hope at least one tip in here will be useful for you. Thank you for the ask, and best of luck for this uni year!!! Feel free to ask anymore questions💜)

#asks #studyblr #study blog #studyspo #stemblr #stem student #study blr #time management #adhd things #adhd study tips #- since most of those are time management tips most of my adhd friends also use

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lemon-world1 · 1 year

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Of fathers and daughters

Can´t believe I´m doing this. I have like a million Frank Castle x Reader series drafts on my pc and I really struggle to finish any of them, bc I doubt they´d be any good and I would literally shit myself if I got any bad feedback. But I did finish one short one-shot and I feel like I wanna put it out there. All of my thanks goes to the loveliest @grippingbeskar, who is not only my fave Frank writer, but also encouraged me to do it. So here it is, Koda, this is for you, my very first published fanfic. If it sucks, don´t tell me.

Also, I´m not a native English speaker and I have no beta reader, so if any of you find any mistakes, let me know, PLEASE.

Relationship: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3139

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, childhood trauma, angst, fluff, making out and no smut

Summary: Reader and Frank have a late night talk about their past lives.

It is past 2 pm when you hear your phone vibrate. It isn´t unusual though. For the past eight months you got used to the muffled sound, as the person on the other side of the line would call more and more often. It was always during night, only once during the day which was on your birthday and it was always from a different number. You and the person behind those numbers became closer and closer overtime. Nowadays, you could even say that you were hopeful to hear your phone ring. But who is the person behind it? None other than Frank Castle himself, or as others call him ´The Punisher´. Although, when you talk on the phone, he´s Pete, and when he shows up at your doorstep covered in blood and bruises smelling of sweat and gunpowder, he´s just Frankie to you.

As you pick up the phone, you still sound sleepy, but for some reason you think he enjoys it. Why else would he only call you at night? Well, apart from the fact that he is who he is. Every time you say a simple slumberous ´hello´, you can hear him exhale and it takes him a few seconds to greet you back. That´s how you can tell. But you´d be a lying to yourself, if you wouldn´t admit you enjoy his raspy voice as well. You actually enjoy more than that. It´s his presence that makes you shiver, the nickname ´sweetheart´ he throws your way from time to time forces you to think of sinful things, the gentle touch on your lower back when you descend the fire escape stairs together gets butterflies in your stomach, and all those simple gestures he makes, make you weak at the knees.

Your friendship became tighter every time he came seeking shelter or needed help stitching up. But it never was more than just a friendship. From time to time, he would spend the night on your cloud couch, getting a bit of good night's sleep, which he never got in his own bed. Maybe it was because your couch was the softest and comfiest place that he ever slept in. Or it might be due to the fact that he could hear you breathing steadily from behind your bedroom door, making him sure, you were sleeping safe and sound. The day you met him, you already knew he´s about to confuse both your head and your heart. Later on, you realized you really do have feelings for him, you just haven´t admitted those feelings to him. How could you, though? His actions made it pretty clear he wasn't looking for any kind of relationship. He´s the Punisher after all. He lives to kill the dirty scumbags of New York's underworld, he doesn´t have a place for love in his heart nor his schedule. So, the only thing you could do is to keep it to yourself and settle with just being a friend when he needs one.

“Hello?” you ask neutrally, not knowing if it´s really Frank calling you.

“Hmm...”

There it is, the little sound of enjoyment, it´s him.

“Hey sweetheart. Sorry for waking you...”

“It´s alright, I was hoping to hear from you, you´ve been MIA for a while.”

“I know... but I´m back in town.”

“You are? When did you get back? Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I´m good. Came back two days ago. I... I just, had to make sure no one´s at your tail”

“Should there be someone following me?”

He laughs. “I hope not, but you know. It´s precaution.”

“So, who did you mess with this time?” It comes out more sarcastically than you meant it to. And you know he´d never tell you any details, so you realize it was a useless comment.

“I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to...” You start apologizing, but he interrupts quickly.

“I know, don´t worry ´bout it, sweetheart. I made sure no one comes knocking on your door.”

“So why are you calling, Pete?” You ask nervously, not knowing what to expect.

“I... uh... Could I come by?”

“Now?” You sound surprised and he immediately thinks you´re going to reject him.

“Fuck, uhm, I know it´s late. I´ll stop by some other time.”

“No, Pete, please, you´re welcome here anytime, you know that. Let me just get out of my pajamas.”

“Alright.”

You hang up the phone and quickly get out of bed, run to your closet with the lights off, knowing he´s probably watching from the roof opposite to your building. You grab comfy sweatpants and one of your soft lounge long-sleeved tops and hurry to brush your teeth. As you walk to the kitchen, you hit the lights on as a sign for him. A few moments later, there is a soft knock on your balcony door. You draw the curtains and you see him standing there with a small bouquet of white freesias.

“Hey.” He says with a shy smile but worry written all over his face while he´s handing you the flowers. He looks unusual. His eyes are puffy and underlined with red, his brows are frowned and his cheeks are blushed, but not in a flirty kind of way, more in a ´it´s freezing out there and I spent the last couple of hours crying my eyes out´ kind of way. It´s a look of a broken, desperate man. As you let him in, you notice he´s walking slowly. You´re observing his movements for any injuries, but there aren´t any.

“Thank you, you didn´t have to buy me flowers... Are you alright, Frankie?�� You can see he is anxious, he is doubting if he should be here, so you welcome him with a warm smile.

What you don’t know yet, is that it was his daughter´s birthday, and he spent the last six hours kneeling in front of her grave, rain falling down on him, washing away all his sorrow.

“I... uh, it was Lisa´s birthday yesterday.” he goes quiet, looking at his feet, he realizes he´s covered in mud and his clothes are soaking wet from the rain. Shit. You think to yourself. Not because you care about the wet floor, but because you know that there´s no such bandage for this kind of wound.

“Ahh, shit, I´m sorry to show up like this, I came straight from the cemetery.” He takes off his shoes, but his wet clothes are still dripping on your wooden floors.

“You should get changed or you´ll catch a cold, Frank. I had some of your old clothes cleaned, although some stains wouldn´t go off.”

“You did? Thanks.”

You lead him to your bedroom and reach to the closet for his pile of clothes – black long-sleeved T-shirt, socks, grey sweatpants you bought for him in case he came all bloody after a fight and a blue flannel he lend you when you were cold on the rooftop. You remember that night too well. It was the first night you met, you took him there, to drink coffee as a “thank you” for saving you. The night when you had realized who he was under the long hipster hair and bushy beard. Surprisingly, you didn´t mind his past at all, you felt safer with him than with anyone else and you two ended up talking up there till the sun came up.

“Here,” you hand him the clothes and a dry towel and show him to your bathroom, “I´ll be in the kitchen.” You walk away to turn the coffee machine on knowing that the conversation is going to be bitter and exhausting, but your coffee somehow always makes him feel better. He comes out quietly as you´re making him a strong double shot of espresso and within a second, he is behind your back pulling you into a strong hug. You turn in his embrace now standing face to face when hot streams of tears began to run down his cheeks. He buries his face between your neck and shoulder and squeezes your body, which in comparison to his large figure is very tiny, and he lets it all out. You let him be like that until he´s got no more tears left to cry.

You finish making coffee and move your conversation to the living room. Now you´re both sitting on each end of your sofa, as you listen to him recollecting his old life while your heart silently breaks for him. It´s not that he hasn´t talked about his family before, he did that very often actually, but he never cried and he never shared so much at once. Usually, it was only glimpses of what he and his family used to do on holidays, or which Maria´s meals he liked and how the kids used to play.

“I couldn´t protect them. I thought by serving overseas I was protecting them, but the only danger they were in was brought by me. Me coming home, doing my job, knowing things we did there, that´s what got them killed. When I got home from the last deployment, I was so fucking tired. I couldn´t even spend time with them. My son Frankie wanted to throw ball, he begged me to play, but I would snap at him. I got angry; I yelled I´m too tired. I saw the hurt in his eyes but I didn´t care. The same was with my baby girl. She was too old for me to tuck her in, but she asked anyway, she wanted her daddy to read her to sleep. One Batch, Two Batch. Penny and Dime. Her favorite. But I didn´t. I denied them something they were waiting to happen for months. Hell, I couldn´t even take my wife to bed... I think she understood why, she always did. I took them for granted, told them we would do it tomorrow. But there was no tomorrow, not for them. They were supposed to outlive me, I was the one who didn´t deserve to live. I didn´t, for all the things I did overseas... I was supposed to pay for it. You know, I used to believe that after I kill every single bastard who had something to do with their death, someone would finish me off too. I hoped for it. I felt like there was nothing else left for me. I lost them, I lost myself. I thought that was it. The end for me... But somehow, I don´t believe the same thing today. You changed it for me. You know, the night I saved you from the motherfuckers who attacked you in the alley, that´s when I knew I had to live. Since that night, I haven´t felt once the need to give up fighting or not to stand up and hit any shitbag once more, not even when I knew had enough. You made me realize that this is who I am now, that I can let myself be what no one else can be.”

You can feel his eyes on your body, but you don´t look up. Hearing those words from him was something you thought you could never have in your life. Someone to protect you, care about you.

“Frank,” you were near the point of bursting into tears, “I know you think you failed at being a good father and husband, but I hope that one day you´ll understand that what happened at the carousel doesn´t define you and your commitment to your family. You fed them, dressed them, loved them, you raised your kids believing that this country is safe for them. It´s the government that failed protecting them. It´s the government that stinks of fraud and should take responsibility for what happened. And those times you denied them something they wanted? You were simply being human, you just got home from a place with no rest, you fought with your body and soul. We all get tired and frustrated from time to time and they surely understood why you were acting the way you did. It doesn´t make you a bad parent or husband. It doesn´t make you a bad person. It just makes you human.” You both go quiet for a minute or two to absorb all the things that were said.

“I never told you about my family.” You speak quietly.

“I don´t know my father. I know who he was, but don´t remember him. He died when I was one. He hung himself.” Frank lifts his head, his eyes go even darker than they already were and his breathing almost stops.

“Actually, I have never told anyone before. I´m not very proud of my background. My father had two other kids from previous marriage and my mom wouldn´t approve of them. He did his best to take care of them, but struggled anyway. Not having enough money to take care of his kids brought him to drinking a lot. When I was born, the burden he was carrying got even heavier. My mother was still living with her parents, because she didn´t have money to move out. She didn´t want him to move in with his other two kids and she said she wouldn´t help him take care of them. Eventually, she gave him an ultimatum to choose between them and us. He knew it was bullshit, but she was always stubborn and selfish. He couldn´t choose, so he chose neither. He couldn´t take it anymore and he killed himself.” You take a moment to breathe, but you know you have to keep talking, otherwise you´ll break into tears.

“I didn´t know any of that growing up, though. I had a terrible relationship with my mother. She treated me like she hated me and I couldn´t understand why. After my father died, she had a boyfriend, they were together for 13 years, but he never really cared about me, he often yelled at me. I hated the guy, I hated how he treated us, I hated their relationship, because they would argue all the time. When I was fifteen and went to high school, I moved to a dormitory, because it was too far from my village to commute every day. I worked part time jobs to save my own money for the university. At that time, I decided to contact my two step siblings, I was curious what happened to them, I never met them and my mother never spoke of them. I only knew about them from my aunt and grandma. My mother always fed me lies, about dad´s death, she kept saying he died of a heart attack. But when I spoke more with my step brother and sister, we´d eventually tackle the topic of our dad. They were the ones who told me what really happened, how he died and it broke me. I couldn´t believe my mother would be so selfish to give him such ultimatum, that she wouldn´t support him when he struggled. She made it even worse for him and that´s what made him kill himself. Her wrong decisions, her not being a supportive partner, that took him away from me. Only after learning that, I finally understood why she was always so bitter all those years. As if she blamed me for being the reason for him to give up his life. So, I made my mission to get as far as possible from her and when the time came to pick a university, I was lucky to get a scholarship at NYU. After graduation I packed my stuff and flown here all the way from Europe. I never went back since.”

You have a lump in your throat, tears start spilling down your cheeks, but you feel such a relieve to have said that for the first time in your life.

“Shit, sweetheart. I´m so sorry.” He is next to you in a second, pulling you into his embrace, wiping hot salty tears from your face.

“It´s all right Frank, I made my peace with it. I just wanted you to know, you have been much better parent than you think you were. I never heard my dad call me his baby girl or read me a book before sleep. I never got to know what he was like. Even though my aunt and grandma were the only ones who ever talked about him, and told me how good and kind he was, it wasn´t enough, because he gave up. But you never gave up, Frankie. You cared about them, you were there for them whenever you could and that is more than being “perfect” all the time. Whatever that word´s supposed to mean.” You chuckle and wipe your runny nose into your sleeve.

You raise your palm and gently caress his cheek, wiping a single tear that escaped his beautiful dark eyes. “You´re my baby girl now.” He whispers and leans closer to you.

You two were never this close to each other; he always kept his distance and would get nervous if he´d feel like he got too close for too long. But not tonight. Now he feels like he needed to close that distance, he wanted to do it for a while, but wasn´t sure if you feel the same way. You notice he is reconsidering the next step in his head, so you decide to help him. In an instance, your lips are pressing into his. His lips are moving slowly, gently, he is enjoying every second of it. You aren´t rushing either, you want to savor the plumpness of his lips and the taste of coffee you made him. Then, he adds tongue and when it meets yours, he grunts like an animal. Frank needs more, he wants to feel all of you. He pulls you up onto his lap, placing his hands on your hip bones and squeezing them tight. Your kisses are more passionate now and he goes to explore every piece of your body, he moves to place kisses on your collar bone, your neck and your chest. You can feel him getting harder as you slowly start riding in his lap. It drives him crazy, he hadn´t felt this way in a very long time. If this continues, he´ll strip your clothes off in a second and bring you to the state of total bliss in a matter of another second. But he couldn´t, not like this. He pulls away, but keeps his hands tight around your waist. Before he can say anything, you start panicking and apologizing.

“Frank, I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have... I went too far and I... “He interrupts you immediately.

“Hey, hey, sweet girl, it´s alright. I want this. Just... Not like this. We´ve got time.”

You stare at him confused.

“Let me take you to dinner first, sweetheart.”

Forever the gentleman.

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campbyler · 10 months

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ok. a genuine question. how do u guys write 20-30k *chapters* bc i will outline fics minutely or i will just let myself start writing based off a vibe & either way i will get 600 words out of maybe. two hours of work. on a good day with no distractions/interruptions, & i very much do not have an uninterrupted two hours to write very often, so you can imagine how slowly things get written T_T so i’m interested if there’s any aspect of any of your writing processes that really enables u guys to write so much or if it’s not really something you think about? anyways i really like ur guys’s work, & thank you for deciding to write for byler bc i know me and a lot of people enjoy it a lot. thanks!!

hello !! this is a super valid question and i’ll try my best to answer it for you 😗✌️

andi infamously writes a lot faster than thea and i do (she finished draft 1 of chapter 3 in like. two days. which was so scary. i’m in awe of her fr) but she has also spent a lot of time editing ch3 so it’s definitely not like these chapters are publish-ready in a short amount of time by any means! it took thea a couple of months total to fully write + edit ch1 and it took me about 3.5 weeks to write ch2 and another two weeks to edit it which is part of the reason we’ve spaced out our posting schedule like we have — we put a lot of effort and care into these updates and we want to give ourselves as much time as possible to get ahead before all 3 of us inevitably get so super busy with work and/or school in the fall!! so while we do write a lot, please don’t think we are so insanely speedy about it because unless we are having Really Good Writing Days, that’s definitely not the case. sometimes we do have days where we are really in the zone and write more than usual, but at least for me, this is so so so rare. whatever i write in this time gets heavily edited because so much of it was nonsensical brain vomit LOL

as far as writing process goes, i think one of the things that motivates us a lot is that we genuinely do just talk about this au constantlyyyyy like we’re always coming up with silly little hcs or drawing for it or adding to the Lore ™️so we’re always getting inspired to write! all three of us are definitely people who use writing as a way to relax or even reward ourselves after a long day; we would probably die if we had to go too long unable to :/ messages like “i can’t wait to get home and write after work today” or “i’m going to write a little bit of ___ before bed because i deserve it” are very commonly found in our gc because we really just look forward to it so much! as for our scary word counts, i feel like there is a lot of worldbuilding in this universe specifically, and pacing is really important to us — we want to make sure introductions and set-up to a scene and character interactions are meaningful and flow naturally, and building tension (which is a hallmark of this fic hehe) does take some time, which can definitely add up word count-wise.

for the most part, none of us usually have a solid few hours to sit and write either (unless it’s on our days off or after work if we’re not too tired) and we get a lot of writing done in chunks! we hold each other accountable for short check-ins (“ask me for a snip in 30 minutes”) which is super helpful when you’re stuck, because it kind of forces you to get Something down without worrying if it’s super polished and edited and perfect. if you’re writing on your own, something i’ve started doing lately is setting a 15 minute timer and just seeing how much i can get done in that time, and then setting another and doing it again (up until however much time you have to write that day). i’ve found that the artificial deadline helps break the monotony of sitting in front of your computer for Hours on end with nothing to show for it bc TRUST we’ve all been there and it sucks so bad 😔✊

this got super long so i apologize but i hope at least a little bit of it was helpful! it definitely helps that we are constantly feeding into each other (i.e: having brainrot) and offering inspiration and advice, which does wonders for creative flow tbh. we’re definitely not cranking these chapters out as quickly as people might seem to think — thea started chapter four, which won’t be posted for about a month, maybe a week or two ago. i just started chapter 5 — about 6 weeks away — yesterday lol so we do take our time! don’t be scared by the giant chapters, we just had a lot of content we wanted to include in each one and are in too deep to take anything out 🥳🥳 thank you for the question! good luck with your writing we believe in you 🫡

#suni talk about our writing process in a succinct manner challenge #i love these questions #unfortunately the answer to most of them is that we’re insane #we take so much time writing and then editing these so don’t be fooled!#as u can tell by this giant response #we just have shit to say.#asks

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thebestofoneshots · 3 months

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hi lilly!! how u doing?? i just wanted to say that i really admire all of ur work, like, its really amazing, interesting and well written, i genuinely get excited every time a new chapter drops out, its lovely to see all the dedication and love u put into it 💗

p.s would u mind sharing some writing tips? im really struggling with an artistic block n none of the shit i write convince me. hope u have a great day ^^ !!!

Hey darling! I'm doing good, a little behind on my writing schedule since I've been a little busy with work and life but good nonetheless.

I too get excited when a new chapter drops bc it means I'll get to see your comments and nothing makes me happier I swear! It's my favourite part of the week <3

In regards of your artistic block, have you tried reading a bit more of things you like? I find reading stuff I like can inspire me to do my own thing, be it a twist on a prompt, or a new prompt altogether.

On that same line, songs can be a great muse for inspiration, I mean, Point of Know Return (Fic planned after GC) came from a song from the same name. Animal and Temporary High will be fics for Marauderween that were also loosely inspired by these songs. Sometimes you can inspire yourself to create art by using other forms of art as muses.

Now, that's in regards to getting started, now in regards to becoming better, there are only two ways in which you can do that (and they're linked to each other).

First of all, you have to read a lot. It doesn't matter if you're reading classics, best sellers, webtoons or even fanfics. Just make sure whatever it is you are reading, has words and or phrases that you think are interesting.

Some of the best ways to describe people's reactions, I have learned from fanfiction, so trust me on this one, as long as you aspire to be like the writer you're reading, you're on a good path.

And the second one, writing. This one might be cliché: "If you wanna be a writer, write," said every single writer ever. But there is a reason for this: the only way to improve is to practice.

And I KNOW writing for the sake of it can be exhausting, especially when you start setting yourself time minimus or word minimus and such, but trust me IT IS WORTH IT!

Some of the best stuff I've written for GC (not all of it) have come from moments in which I wasn't quite feeling "it" but I forced myself to continue writing because I knew I had to post (Now be careful with the "forcing" part, you do not want to overexert yourself, but you do want to put in a bit of effort).

So yeah, it really does narrow down into reading and writing is the way to go (alternatively, you could also find movies with the vibe you're going for and watch those, I mean I went straight to watch Dreamers when I knew I wanted to write a trhouple so...).

Now I'm no expert, but I hope this helps you with that pesky writer's block, sending you all the love xx

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feyhunter78 · 4 months

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do u have any tips for growing ur blog?

Hmmmm this is a good question! 💗 My top piece of advice is if you focus on growing and your numbers you’ll be miserable and drive yourself crazy. Also, I wouldn’t say my blog is really thattttt big compared to some other blogs, but I think what worked for me is:

1.) Consistently - post and keep posting even if it’s not fics, you don’t *have* to have a posting schedule, everyone knows I don’t, but I try to not go like 4 days to a week without adding something new to my blog

2.) Find your niche - mine is definitely now ridiculously indulgent fics and soft smut, also making memes

3.) Don’t be afraid to get personal - I tell y’all shit I’m sure no one cares to hear about, stuff that might be embarrassing or stuff I know people would prefer a new chapter to, but I post my thoughts anyways bc it’s fun and helps build connection with your readers!

4.) Boost others - I love when people make things for me or send me asks, even if they have nothing to do with my current stories! I also like to just randomly reblogging fics I like, artwork, jokes, whatever I just happen to enjoy.

Mel’s memes and all of Smokey’s artwork are my two main things I personally like to fawn over and force everyone to see when they come on my blog and I think showing public appreciation is always good!!!!

5.) This is one you just cannot control and that is timing - Sometimes new things come out and your fic is swept up in the wave of excitement or something old remerges or a trailer to get released and people turn their eyes back to that fandom!

People like to rag on “jumping on the bandwagon” but if you have something you want to put out for a fandom who cares if you’re only doing it because it’s popular? If it’s a good work and you actually care about what you’re making then I personally don’t consider it disingenuous

(Shit I said it myself when I started writing Pink Pastels, I didn’t see the movie I just kept seeing Miguel everywhere, read a dozen or so fics and got struck with an idea. That being said thqt only bc works I do my research to make sure there’s no glaring errors.)

I hope this helps!!!!

Edit: also I don’t get involved in ANY drama, I stay in my lane. I am a grown women, I will not argue with someone on the internet about anything💀

#meg talks #mail time #have I made it????#do I seem big enough people want my advice on growing🤧🤧#I just be writing and posting and y’all come to see the show #which I love bc I live to perform

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the-s-exy-squad · 10 months

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I have so many headcanons about all for the game and the parts of everyone’s lives that weren’t discussed in depth. Also a few oc/canon character interactions yk. (Another post bc I am not adding it to this today)

To start off, things about canon characters.

I don’t think the entire reason Neil stayed was bc Andrew and Exy. I think he decided at some point whether it be subconsciously or not that even if it results in death, he wanted to help the people who treated him the best. He wanted to make sure that they were better so that he’d have the comfort of knowing that in his last moments when his dad finally caught up to him. He was the foxes team captain and lead most of the practices until he left palmetto and got signed to a pro team with Andrew. They lived together and everything.

Nicky still have spurts of depressive episodes around thanksgiving for sure and during random times bc he feels guilty. Andrew wouldn’t have been there if he didn’t ask Neil to get him to go. Andrew snaps at him once about how it isn’t his fault and he didn’t hand him on a silver plater to drake and that even though he wanted him to go, it wasn’t like he KNEW. Which would also mark the first time Andrew openly talks about the shit drake did to him. He eventually goes back to Germany but makes sure to stay in contact with everyone so he doesn’t miss them too much and can make sure they’re staying out of trouble.

Andrew gets better. He still struggles with his feeling and emotional control but it’s gotten to where he knows his limits and the little tells that his body gives him in regards to what he needs to do to calm down. Mostly includes alone time with Neil and Neil touching his shoulders or hair. I also like to believe that one day he forces himself to budge on his touch boundaries. They start off small like one of Neil’s hands on his arm and when he gains a positive association (Neil) with that touch they do another. I also like to think that he goes back to criminal Justice and gets a career as a social services worker or juvenile court lawyer. He wouldn’t want any kid to get some shitty ruling like he had with the meds and he’d be trying everything he can to ensure it doesn’t go that way bc fuck he knows those meds didn’t do shit but make him find stupid shit funny.

Kevin goes to pro obviously and that’s his entire life. He gets traded to a team and agrees to go because it’s the same city Aaron is a doctor in. He missed his college team and despite how he disregarded their well-being over exy, he hopes they’re doing good. He and Neil still stay in contact and occasionally taunt each other on social media that the fans go WILD for. Andrew rarely pops in with some embarrassingly clumsy thing Kevin did in college or a picture of him half asleep during a practice HE scheduled and the fans eat it up.

Aaron leaves the state and goes to a city that was hiring for doctors. During his intern/probationary period, he would work 3- 12 hour shifts a week and usually pick some up as well because he didn’t like having entirely empty days. When Kevin moved to that city to play exy Asron debated letting him stay in his apartment bc he’d have social interaction and he closer to someone on the team again. I read in a fic once and I absolutely love this idea: Neil is still working on fixing their relationship by making them have calls. I edited it a little to be at least 10 minutes once a week instead of however long once a month.

I think Matt would (since he majored in business administration) just go get a job at some big corporate business of some sort. He’d be the funny work friend guy and a lot of people would ask questions about college and how he and the team get during the whole thing with the ravens to which he’d laugh and say something light hearted about the situation. Even though they asked, they still treated him great and never brought up his life before palmetto.

Renee on god I love this so much. Since she’s adopted, I think she’d start a summer camp for kids in foster care and adopted kids so they didn’t feel alone. I feel like it would be the same way a Christian summer camp is but that wouldn’t be the priority at all. She’d mention it a few times as camp Dean and they’d pray before meals (if kids didn’t want to partake that was entirely fine), but the main thing for the camp is to be able to feel less alone and gain some friendships through exy and religion just like she was. I love this idea sm and it is entirely based off a camp I went to when my dad got full custody of me that was entirely for kids in bad homes or in distaste/was in distaste and adopted.

I think Dan starts her own little league exy team and would take the team to the camp. I just don’t see her slipping out on letting her team go to a camp that’s p much CENTERED around Exy but also super fun and nice and also missing out of her friends.

I believe Allison would also work at camp with Renee bc she thinks that if there’s support at a younger age, kids won’t turn to drugs. When the camp isn’t open, She runs a non profit organization for helping families with struggling kids to work through finding ways to support them. (She would very clearly state she is not a psychologist but she does have a thing for helping people see things through their kids eyes and emotions) she runs a small fashion and clothes/accessories business that she uses for funding the non profit that allows for more people to have a chance at getting assistance through her or other programs. A lot of the kids she works with through her non profit go to Renee’s camp since she can send a majority of them through her business profit. The ones she doesn’t send have stated their stance on it and would rather not go. (Usually it was for it being too overstimulated and/or anxiety about being away from home or with a bunch of strangers).

I DEFINITELY want to believe that since Exy is one of the main topics of this camp, Kevin, Neil and the rest of team go visit for a few summers when they can. Matt would even save up his vacation days so he could go. It’s like a annual reunion with the team (Nicky would call and be on call with them every second he isn’t working or something if he can’t go back to the states to actually be there). All the kids that knew of exy previously would be jaw dropped that the entire team that beat the ravens were standing in front of them.

As for Seth, I think he didn’t cross over yk. I think he decided to stick it out until his found family was happy so he can say he’s seen them happy before he goes to the after life. I think he’s been with them since his death and the beginning broke him. Seeing Allison miserable and so broken. I guess he just wanted closure on their closure. Seeing everyone together and smiling as they played Exy with kids left him feeling genuine joy her never thought he would. They were still foxes, the disfunctional, and emotionally stunted college kids that he knew, but they were happy.

This doesn’t really fit into the the previously stated ones but I think when his old teammates going to interviews he fucks around behind them bc cmon. He would. He’s dead nobody’s gonna see him 😂 and always adds in his own two sense about the situation. He’s also joked several times about his death bc what’s gonna happen? Ghost therapy?

#yes these were thought abt for MONTHS #I think Neil and Andrew would also brin King and Sir as esa/mascots for the camp #I refuse to accept anything that counters these in canon as canon #aftg headcanons #After canon aftg #aftg #aftg foxes

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xamaxenta · 2 years

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Amnesia shenanigans again bc it can be so comedic but Ace before joining the WBP meeting Sabo whilst Sabo’s on a mission

Turns out they have the same destination and team up to take out Sabo’s target who also happens to be Ace’s too

Sabo needed to take them out due to the potential political unrest they could cause in this continent and Dragon would like to avoid this, Ace wanted to take them out because the guy called Deuce “a filthy gutter urchin” which is pretty rude tbh and Ace wanted to kick his teeth in, don’t be RUDE

After it all Sabo’s fixing up his torn coat but realises its a lost cause, takes it off and asks Ace to burn it, leaving no evidence.

“You—uh, you fight good.” Sabo remarks, watching keenly as Ace takes the ruined coat and slowly, methodically sets it on fire. His heart lurches into his stomach before rocketing back up into his mouth at the lopsided smile the pirate rookie flashes him.

“Yeah? Could say the same for you as well.” Ace dusts his hands off of the sooty remains of his well worn, and unfortunately favourite coat, “—Shame about your jacket,”

“Coat.” Sabo amends immediately and almost laughs at the repulsed expression the pirate struggles to force down.

“Semantics.” Ace retorts, reaching up to adjust his bright orange cowboy hat, a motion Sabo has come to realise is to hide his embarrassment.

Huh. Cute.

“You got places to be?“ Sabo digs around his tunic pockets, mentally listing out all his belongings, meagre as they were his den den and purse were still intact. He’s also finished his mission way ahead of schedule, surely no one would mind if he took a bit of time off.

“Kinda, but s’not urgent.” Ace glances at him from under the brim of his hat, curious as to what Sabo had in mind.

“Wanna go grab a pint?“ Sabo nods down the alley to the main street, hoping that Firefist was of the social kind.

“I don’t have any money. Or at least, I used to, burnt it by mistake.” Ace mutters with a grimace, “—Deuce’s gonna kill me.” and Sabo stifles a laugh, must be one of those new devil fruit users then.

“My treat, I promise no tricks, as thanks for helping me out.” He soothes and it’s a marvellous thing, seeing the other man perk up at his charity. So, rough history then.

“Well damn, can’t really turn down such a generous offer from a well dressed gent like you now can I?” Ace demures, his smile open and unguarded at last.

Sabo flushes a little at this, was this what flirting was like? He’s never flirted before, hell he wasn’t even sure he was even into men, and yet he finds himself desperate to know more about this handsome fire wielding pirate.

“C’mon, lets go before the marines find us,” Ace grabs him by his unscarred wrist and begins to tug him down the alleyway and Sabo lets him, realises he’s going to say yes to him every time anyway.

“Halt you two! In the name of the navy, put your hands up where we can see em’!”

“Oh shit, lets go—“ Ace laughs, bursting into a flurry of golden flames and Sabo chokes, wild eyed as the heat touches him and—!

It doesn’t hurt, in fact it’s genuinely pleasant, Ace continues to blabber in his ear but Sabo doesn’t hear him, too distracted by the concept of wounding razing fire being… protective like this.

“Dude! Focus! You gotta hang on if you don’t want me to drop you!” Ace barks in his ear and Sabo jolts back to his senses, and in doing so finds that Ace has taken their escape into his own hands, by carrying him from roof top to roof top, bridal style of all things.

“Put me down!” Sabo squawks, undignified in his haste to put some kind of distance between them, this couldn’t be good for his heart, he’s too young to die from heart failure—

“Nah.” Ace retorts, and how does this feel familiar? The bickering.

“What do you mean, nah!?” Sabo squirms in his hold and almost regrets it when he slips and the ground is so so far away.

“Cuz you’re delicate, man.”

“I’ll show you delicate!” Sabo jabs Ace in the ribs, gently but it’s all that is needed to have them tumbling out of the sky and rolling across a colourful painted rooftop to break their falls.

Picking himself up off the painted stone, Sabo stares down at the man who even here, has protected him, cushioned his fall for some reason with his entire body. Ace blinks up at him, his dark hair in disarray around his angular freckled face, his hat lying a few feet away on the roof.

“Uh.” Sabo blanks when Ace swallows, his gaze locked in on the bob of his freckled throat, obsessed with the line of his tendons.

“You okay?” Ace rasps, strained from the weight of the revolutionary laying on top of him. Sabo for one hysterical moment almost wants to cry, this guy was too damn nice.

“Are you okay?” Sabo breathes, shifting his weight slightly.

“Never better now that you’re here.” Ace grins and Sabo huffs in annoyance, headache beginning to throb in his temple at how infuriating this man was.

“Does anything hurt?” They did hit the rooftop rather hard after all. And logia or not Ace still would’ve felt it.

“Why, gonna kiss it better for me?” Firefist asks cheekily and Sabo scoffs.

“Yeah, if you want.”

It’s not the answer Ace had been expecting and it shows, his cheeks burn a flustered and fetching pink and Sabo likes how the tables have turned at last.

“Well… I guess I did go down face first…”

“Don’t push your luck.” Sabo growls and when Ace throws him a kicked puppy look, the revolutionary finds he can’t say no to him. Not when Ace has been everything he’s ever wanted in one chaotic bundle of a person.

#saboace #acebo #xam writes #ahaushehe theyres so SILLY #uhh i wrote this instead of doing requests SORRY #🏃‍♂️💨 IMMA GO DRAW

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sporkdoesclasspect · 1 year

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Can you do a general analysis of a Page of Time?

yep!! ^-^ i'm gonna try out a slightly different response format here

a page manifests their aspect, summoning it forth to aid their allies. as a passive counterpart to maids, pages can also be said to serve their aspect, both in the sense of performing duty and in the sense of giving something to someone, and to maintain it, in the sense of keeping it on the right track.

time is the aspect of both progression and stasis, of the past and future, and of entropy/decay/destruction. it's also related to memory and context.

(readmore bc this post is long!)

a page is the unexpected skill of a session, the underdog who had it in them all along. they're oddballs who tend to do things a little differently than everyone else, and they face a lot of hardship because of this. others will often try to guide them to change their ways, which causes them to lose confidence in themselves in the face of everyone's expectations. a successful page will eventually realize that their methods and viewpoint weren't any less valid than anyone else's, despite everything and everyone telling them otherwise, which lets them regain that confidence - and a truly confident page is a force to be reckoned with, extremely powerful and effective.

a page of time is someone who does things in a particularly time-y way that others seem to disapprove of or not understand. given time's ties to death and endings, that could mean that they have an unusual relationship with mortality; maybe they're very casual and unconcerned when it comes to death, or they could see it as a completely neutral thing instead of a bad one. or maybe they're just morbid and interested in spooky and ghoulish things that no one wants to talk about.

there are other possibilities, of course: they could be a history enthusiast who's more focused on the past than the present and tries to emulate the mannerisms of people from a certain time period. an collector of antiques or items that have important memories attached could work too. overall, a fixation on the past/memories/preservation is a good angle, but it's definitely not the only one! you could have a music-based page, or tie music into one of the above expressions - like a page of time who's super into retro or classical music. if you wanted to focus on decay/destruction, then a sentimental items-loving page of time could be the type to keep things even when they're totally worn out and falling apart. you could also just get really literal with the time part, and have a page who goes through life at their own pace no matter what, or on the other end of that spectrum, one who's obsessed with schedules and precise timing and gets upset when people ignore their planning.

as far as powers go, a page of time could serve/give time by slowing down enemies while leaving allies moving freely. they could manifest/summon time by calling on versions of themselves from alternate/doomed timelines, or even some other kind of time-based entity depending on their personal inclinations - spooky phantoms who steal years off the enemies' lives, literal dinosaurs from the ancient past, people or creatures from their memories, anything that suits their personal representation of time.

they could maintain time through simple time stops, using the opportunity to change the situation they're in, or they could do so by playing the role of The Time Police, their future self (or some kind of temporal projection) always showing up to stop people from doing things that will doom the timeline. (if you've played any of the older pokemon games, i imagine it'd be kind of like trying to ride your bike indoors and being stopped by the ever-present specter of the pokemon professor.)

i hope this is a decent analysis!! it doesn't cover every possibility of course but hopefully it can be of some use to you. or to someone else, since this ask is really old and i dunno if you'll see this post :p

#classpect #page class #time aspect #page of time

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sasukimimochi · 1 year

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eurghhghgh this gets a little long but i'm not putting a read more line cuz i put TLDR at the bottom and i want that shown.

i'm starting to think uploading weekly is more difficult than i thought now that i'm trying to also work on other things during the week, i haven't had time to work on any of the companion fics for gom or any of my other projects, and i think GOM is suffering a bit for it [last week i did just basic sketches for the chapter bc i was struggling to get everything done in time]

and that means i also don't really have time to stream if i want to draw while you guys watch, since i stream for a few hours at least [the one i did the other day was about six hr, you can see the highlight reel here, since the vod will eventually be deleted as all vods disappear after like 7 days. i just trimmed off the start and end where i'm talking nonsense and saved that as my highlight reel. sorry about the audio being a bit funky for my mic i'll bring my laptop closer to me next time].

But also the biggest thing [on top of wanting to complete more chapters and make a buffer]: i really want to reread the entirety of Ghost of mine so i can check for errors or inconsistencies, all i could do last week was listen to the tts of 12-16 while trying to get a drawing for 17 prepared, and i couldn't fix all the errors i heard since i was just trying to fix the timeline errors as a minimum before posting the chapter. the extra time would give me more time to proofread Ghost of Mine carefully, as well as give the new chapters and art the attention it deserves. [and...actually take care of my irl self better, it's hard to find time for things like cooking and cleaning beyond what i do for the older man i live with].

So what i'm trying to say is although i didn't think i needed it before, i am changing my mind about it now. so i think it's a good idea for me to upload every two weeks instead of one...at least until i (hopefully) am able to catch up to the point of having stuff prepared ahead of schedule.

i swear on my god awful adhd that i will sit down with my sprint bot [a bot that times me and tracks my word count, not an AI], and write with no distractions at least once a day [unless i have things that i am forced to do and can't get to it, but i can get a lot done when i'm using the sprint bot to make myself focus]. So i will hopefully be making the two week change worth it by getting a lot done and being able to return to weekly updates when things are less cramped and there's stuff prepared properly ahead of time.

I hope that's alright with all of you, cuz i love working on gom it's just a lot for me to get done in a week with everything else i want to do!!

just imagine if i had more time i might be able to start posting TWPT along side gom [it's the jiang cheng lan xichen companionfic for GOM that i haven't had time to write as of late, i have it completely outlined but i just don't have time to write it anymore rn. check it out on the masterpost for my MDZS projects]. or the MXY companionfic as well, which i already started but i can't keep working on because of time as well.

basically there's a lot going on for gom besides the main fic that i haven't been able to get to and it just continues to get further behind in those aspects because i can't get the time for it. so really, i need those two weeks and i'm only just now admitting it to myself that i can't push out updates every two days like i used to and especially not now with these other projects and wanting to branch my stuff out more. There's so much i wanna do! lmao

TLDR; i want to change to bi-monthly updates for GOM so that i can increase my quantity and quality of all projects and future updates properly. I appreciate your amazing patience and i hope to make this change worth it!

i will always update you guys if i make changes like this. i can't leave the changes in your hands completely, but i will continue to upload on sunday since that's the day you guys like! expect the next GOM update on the 23rd instead of the 16th, and every two weeks from the 23rd.

#sasu speaks #GOM updates #GOM #Ghost of Mine

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skepticalarrie · 2 years

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Hi love! I really appreciate your blog, I have been in this fandom only a few months now so it’s really helpful to have people on here that have documented everything so well throughout the years. Timelines can be very confusing sometimes haha. However, I wanted to ask you something: How do you believe that they are together nowadays? It probably sounds ridiculous to you that someone even asks this question but I genuinely want to know. From what I have seen this year its seems very much impossible for them to even spent time with each other since they both are constantly on the go, touring, having filled schedules and even if they have time off they apparently are not even in the same country most of the time. Where and when is this relationship happening? Of course they have to keep it a secret so we don’t get to see most stuff but I suppose that makes it even harder for them to be with eachother bc they can’t just visit one another without being extremely careful. It’s not like it was in 2019 when they used to constantly follow each other around the globe. Right now it feels like they don’t even talk. That’s how i view it. I hope it doesn’t come across rude, I really don’t mean it that way. It’s just my opinion. I certainly believe that holivia is a stunt 100%. Even without having Larry in mind it’s so obvious that that relationship is not real. Im a little confused why Harry even agreed to do that in the first place, I don’t think he was forced into this, at least not completely. Of course i witnessed all the stuff that has happend over the past few months and it made me go crazy just like you all. And until a few weeks ago I was almost certain that they are actually together. All the signalling just made it very easy to believe that. But at this point I just wonder if they actually send signals or if they are just baiting to some extent? Some of these things are probably also just bad luck, like just coincidences but apart from that I just really don’t know anymore why they wouldn’t use Larry for bait as well. Of course not everything comes down to that but i definitely think both of them already used Larry for their carrier/promo in the past. I feel like Louis is very inconsistent with Larry in general, you never really know what to expect from him. And i really wanna understand this behavior of him pointing to Larry signs, the thing with the outro songs and the playlist and all that. Some of these things felt very genuine and personal other things felt a little too much (like the blue direction drink that was green, I think that was for fan service). I just have no explanation for all that so I can understand why people believe Larry is real these days. But thinking about it logically it doesn’t really seem to make sense to me. My point is: it’s hard for me to believe in it these days and I also don’t understand why some larries constantly defend everything they do and convince themselves that they are being forced into stunts for example. I think it’s okay to question them as well and to criticize their behavior, too. They way Harry acts toward Olivia is very bad imo and that’s regardless of them being real or not (they are fake as fuck). As much as I dislike her, she is literally just doing her job. It’s what she is supposed to do as part of the stunt. Harry doesn’t do anything in return. So that’s another thing that turns me off bc I really don’t understand what’s going on there haha. It’s just naive to me to think he is that powerless that he was forced into this Situation. That’s all. I hope you have a nice day and I hope i didn’t offend anyone by saying all this.

Hi, darling. I’m not going to answer to each of these questions individually because I have tags that cover these topics all the time, so maybe it’s better if you can do your own research and then make up your mind about it. So please check: THEY NEVER BROKE UP, 2022 LARRY, LARRY ON TOUR, ALWAYS AROUND, FOR BEGINNERS. Good luck 😚

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uwowrites · 2 years

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Hii ^^

I think your requests are open- can i request something for boss x reader? And can the reader have he/him pronouns?

Just the boss taking care of the reader while he's sick, even when in the human world the reader can feel someone watching over him and preventing him from getting hurt, even river is helping but been who she is maybe she would tease the boss bc of him crushing and being protective over the reader

It's been i while since i played this game it's so nostalgic reading your blog 😭 thanks and have a good day ♡

Also, i hope you don't mind getting some requests at the same time but i have a lot of ideas ^^' feel free to take your time tho

Hello! My requests are always open. So feel free to ask anything. I enjoy taking requests so don't be hesitant to ask!

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Deserve you (Part 1)

Y/N groaned with annoyance as he turned off his laptop and leaned back on his chair. The day had been very hectic for him and he struggled to keep his eyes open at the end of it. Meetings flooded his schedule since morning and he had no time to take a breather. He was glad that he could finally go home. Grabbing his laptop and placing it gently in his bag, he made his way out of the office.

Stepping out, he felt the cool winter breeze blow against his face. Shivering from the sudden change in temperature, he started to pick up the pace as he walked towards the subway. He had nothing against the cold, but he was not in the condition to handle it. Throughout the day, he felt exhausted and weak. Not to mention, cold. But leaving the office early wasn't an option seeing as how his seniors are really good at guilt tripping people.

'I should really consider searching elsewhere', he thought to himself as he remembered the toxic work environment he was forced to work in everyday.

Looking both ways, he crossed the road. Continuing to think about the tiring day he had just experienced, he recalled River checking up on him as well. She had dropped in a few times to see if he was alright. He told her that he was doing alright, although the ghost had a hard time believing that. At first he was scared about his coworkers seeing her. But River assured him that only he could see her and no one else. This put him at ease and he was grateful to the spirit for checking up on him.

As he swiped his card in the machine, he felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him. Y/N walked into an alley and squatted down. He struggled to keep himself awake and his nausea was getting worse.

"Are you alright?"

Y/N turned and saw Boss standing behind him. The ghost's expression showing that of worry. Y/N simply nodded, to which Boss sighed. The latter was never fond of lies. After waiting for a while, Boss held out a hand and pulled Y/N up. Thanking the ghost, the mortal started to walk out of the alley. Boss followed him, hot on Y/N's trail.

This made Y/N uncomfortable, as he feared that he was just being a burden for the spirit. He turned his head a bit to see Boss look back at him. Although the man wasn't very expressive, it was easy to read his expressions. Provided, you spent time with him.

"You don't have to come with me you know. I don't want to trouble you." he offered using his inside voice. He really didn't want anyone to think he was crazy.

Boss frowned at that and stated, "I am coming with you."

Y/N opened his mouth to object, only to be met with a stern glare from Boss. He decided to leave things be and continued to walk home. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After struggling for what seemed like an eternity, Y/N managed to unlock the door and stepped inside with Boss following him from behind. Placing his keys on the holder, he tried to untie his shoelaces. Boss looked around as he waited for the other to finish.

"I am just going to take a shower." he informed. Boss hummed in acknowledgement and walked away. Y/N didn't question it and walked in his room. Locking the room behind him, he let out a sigh in relief.

Boss looked around the kitchen as he started to get to work. Opening the cupboard, he took out a ramen packet and started cooking. He was silently grateful that ghosts had the ability to touch and feel things in the mortal world. Otherwise, he wasn't sure how he would be able to take care of Y/N. He preheated the oven, and seasoned the chicken with salt and pepper.

"Hey Boss." said a familiar voice beside him. "How is Y/N doing?" the female asked, floating towards the younger ghost.

"Not so well. He nearly fell a couple of times in the train." Boss replied, concern evident in his voice. River hummed as she watched Boss melt the butter in the oven and placed the chicken inside.

River tapped her finger on her chin before asking, "What are you making?"

"Ramen." he answered, as he focused on not burning the chicken.

She smiled at that and took a pot from the cupboard. Bringing it under the tap, she filled it with water and placed it over the stove to boil it. She looked at Boss with a smirk on her face as she waited. Boss noticed her facial expression and gave her a questioning look.

She laughed lightly before speaking up, "I find it cute how you care so much about him."

"I care about everybody." he said, as he flipped the chicken.

"Yeah, but not as much as Y/N. You become really protective over him. I mean, the moment you heard he was sick, you practically disappeared. And you walked him home. Pretty romantic if you ask me."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am just taking care of them."

"But you were so quick to do so. And you acting so innocent isn't fooling anybody. The way you look at him says a lot." she shot back as she placed the eggs lightly in the water.

He didn't say anything for a while. He waited for the chicken to finish cooking and removed it from the oven when it was ready. Contemplating over River's words as he transferred the chicken to a plate and covered it with foil. As much he liked Y/N, he couldn't think of confessing. He has done so much in his past. He even felt a pang of guilt as he looked at River. She has been by his side for a long time but she definitely deserved better friends than him. Someone whose past isn't tainted with sin.

He took a deep breath in before letting it out. When he poured oil into the large pot from the cupboard, he started getting unwanted flashbacks of his past. To say it was rough is an understatement. He tried to clear his mind as he added the garlic and ginger. But the more he tried pushing the unwanted memories, the more they resurfaced.

"Uh, Boss? I am pretty sure the garlic and ginger are cooked." River pointed out as she peeled the shells off the boiled eggs.

He mentally cursed as he reduced the flame. 'Add the soy sauce and mirin. Focus on cooking. Stop thinking about it.' He chanted in his head. He didn't even notice that he was practically glaring at the pan.

'Add stock, cover and bring to a boil.' He thought as his hands moved to do the same. River was getting more concerned by the minute. Not only did Boss look like he had some sort of personal vendetta against the pan, he was being to harsh with the broth.

"Okay. How about I handle this part? You look like you are about to murder someone." She joked in hopes that she could lighten up the mood.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax himself. Stepping away from the stove, he decided to lean against the counter as she took care of the rest. He didn't want to risk ruining everything. 'Just like you ruined everything when you were alive, huh?' his mind chimed in.

He shook his head and tried to focus on the present. He watched as she added the mushrooms and left it for a while.

"Are you alright? You looked pretty.... stressed." she asked softly.

"I'm fine." Boss replied, placing his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself. "I'll be fine." he added, although one could see that he was trying to convince himself.

"Wanna talk about it?" the female offered.

"I-" he hesitated, "Do you really think I have a chance?"

She looked taken aback by that. Though caught by surprise at the question, she quickly agreed. "I don't see why not."

"River, you know me. I have done many things I am not proud of. I can't even think of telling him how I feel." he spoke.

"I think he likes you the way you are. You should see the way how his eyes twinkle whenever we talk about you. And he cares a lot about you too." she reasoned. "Yes, you have made mistakes, but what matters is what you choose to do after committing one."

He looked at her as she added the ramen to boiling water.

"You choose to try to fix those mistakes. You try to help those around you. And I think that matters. So does Y/N. He has asked me many times why you tend to be so harsh on yourself. And he wishes he could talk to you about it too. But he wanted to wait until you were comfortable talking about it."

She poured the ramen into the bowl and added the rest of the ingredients. Boss helped her top the ramen with the sliced eggs and scallions. Taking a minute to feel proud of the dish, he smiled softly.

"I think you should try talking to him." she suggested in a hushed tone. Hearing the bedroom door open, she winked at Boss and quickly disappeared.

"Oh man. That smells good." Y/N said, as he entered the kitchen.

"You should get some rest after this. You look terrible." Boss handed the bowl to Y/N and they both walked out.

They sat at the dining table as Y/N ate in silence. Boss took a book and started to read. Or well, he tried to read. But that proved to be futile as his mind wandered to River's words.

He wanted to talk to Y/N. To get somethings off his chest. But seeing the other's condition at the moment stopped him from doing so. He decided he would talk to Y/N when he gets better. For now, his focus is trying to nurse the mortal back to health.

Y/N sighed in content as he ate the ramen. He thanked the ghost, who nodded in return.

"So how was your day?" Boss questioned, placing the book aside to give Y/N his full attention.

Y/N huffed and started to narrate the day's events to him. Boss listened attentively and pitched in whenever required. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/N got up and Boss followed suit. The latter immediately took the bowl before Y/N could. As a result, some protests slipped out of the other's mouth. Boss smiled at that and started washing the dishes before he ordered Y/N to get some rest.

Y/N threw his hands up as he knew that there was no way in hell the head of the underworld office would listen to him. He did insist however, that until he wasn't going to until Boss finished, for he felt it was weird to rest while the latter worked. The two chatted and engaged in some light hearted banter before Boss was done.

"Alright. Seeing as how I am done, we can finally get you to bed." Boss said, as he took Y/N's hand and walked to the bedroom.

"I am sorry. We?"

"Well, it's pretty obvious that you aren't going to sleep once I leave. So I plan on staying until you do."

"What if it takes the whole night for me to fall asleep?"

"I'll stay for the whole night then."

Y/N smiled at his response. The two of them walked in and Y/N collapsed on the bed. His body already screaming in pain and exhaustion. Boss pulled the blankets to cover him and he turned off the lights which prompted a small 'Thank you' from other. Walking towards the opposite side of the bed, Boss sat down and looked at the sick figure lying down. As Y/N fell into deep slumber, his chest rising and falling slowly. Boss smiled and whispered good night, knowing that Y/N couldn't have heard him. However, instead of leaving as soon as Y/N slept, he decided to stay with him until morning came.

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