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stanchett · 1 year

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Hi, don’t mind me, I’m just here, on my knees, quietly begging for chapter 3 of Nervous...

And here it is, just for you anon!! I hope you enjoy it :)

HUGE shoutout to my new pals @zephyr-is-tired and @pro-weems-places for editing this chapter as well as the last!! Thank you so so much <3

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Nervous, Chapter 3

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Bolting from Larissa’s office, you power-walked until you reached the courtyard of the school, your only company a handful of students with a free period who were chatting away at the fountain. You lowered yourself from shaky legs onto a bench, dropping your head into your hands with a sigh. “This woman will be the death of me,” you whispered to yourself, cheeks heating beneath your palms.

“Hey Ms. Y/L/N… Are you okay?” The gentle voice came from one of your students, the frightened young girl, Margo, you remembered, from yesterday. Your head popped up in surprise, a gentle smile easing over your features. She sat down across from you, placing her things on the table.

“Oh yes, I’m alright. Just a little stressed about the day is all. Nothing to worry yourself with,” you revealed simply, dismissing any concern with a wave of your hand. You were certainly stressed, but weren’t ready to share why with anyone, particularly not a student.

“Alright, I just thought I’d ask. By the way, do you have a sec? I wanted to ask you something.” She looked down with a frown; it seemed she had a lot on her mind as well. “Do you think I could see you after class a little later? I had some trouble on our last exam and was wondering if we could go over it together. I know I mix up a lot of dates. They all sort of blend together for me.” She let out an anxious laugh at her own words, rubbing the back of her neck. You felt bad for her, but you were more eager to help.

“Of course, you can always come to me with any questions you have. You’ll have to excuse me though, I’m a bit scatter-brained today. Let me find a spot to write it down-” You cut yourself off, realizing you almost mirrored the words Larissa had spoken earlier, and shuffled through your bag to find your day planner and take note of your upcoming meeting.

When you failed to find it, you emptied the contents of your bag onto the table before you. Several books cascaded from the canvas tote, none of them the one you were in search of. “That’s weird, I must’ve left it at home…” You almost felt lost without the small book. You were so used to planning everything out on its pages. You settled for inputting a reminder on your phone, hoping that would do the trick.

“Alright Margo, I’ll see you after class!” You were thrilled to have your first opportunity to help one of your students, pride swelling in your chest. The young girl hopped up from her spot across from you, a look of relief painting her expression.

“Thank you SO much Ms. Y/L/N, I really appreciate it!!”

She jogged back over to rejoin her friends in conversation, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. You checked your watch and groaned internally upon realizing you still had an hour and a half before your class began. Scooping your books and papers back into your bag, you got up to head to your classroom, grateful it would be empty this early. Your head felt much clearer now given the fresh air, and you walked leisurely down the halls of the prestigious school.

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Back in her office, Larissa typed away at her laptop, the seemingly endless stream of emails starting to grate on her last nerve. Deciding to take a break, she shut its screen, standing from her desk with a short stretch, raising her arms above her head. She strode to the window, placing her hands on her hips in thought whilst gazing out into the distance. She wondered how long it would take you to notice that something so vital to your day-to-day life was missing from your possession. Taking a step back toward her desk, she picked up the small book, running a hand over its smooth cover. She wasn’t normally the nosy type, but occasionally her curiosity got the better of her. Especially when it came to someone as intriguing as you. She found your nervousness in her presence adorable, and could only imagine the look on your face upon finding out she had read the contents of something so personal.

She opened the cover carefully, as though the book would fall apart in her fingers. Flipping through its filled pages, she admired your handwriting, surprisingly delicate for someone who was so clumsy. She came to a halt on the layout for the present week, reading all of your little notes before coming to rest on today’s date. Scrawled in perfect cursive was Larissa’s own name with a small heart in punctuation, ‘8am sharp’ in parentheses beside it. The principal smiled to herself, shutting the book and placing it in the top drawer of her desk, satisfied with what she had found inside. With that, Larissa sat at her desk once again, now excitedly typing out a short email to send your way.

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You were just wrapping up your first class of the day when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. After quickly noting the homework assignment on the whiteboard, you capped your marker and headed toward your desk, your students’ chattering rising in volume as the bell rang out. You pulled your phone from your pocket, rolling your eyes at the red “1” notification hanging above your email app.

Cracking open your laptop, you opened a browser window to view its contents. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes reading over the message’s sender a few times before being interrupted by someone clearing their throat at your desk. It was Margo. You had almost completely forgotten about meeting with her to discuss her exam results.

“Ms. Y/L/N? If you’re busy I can come back later…” Your head snapped up at her words. You briefly shook it in reply.

“No that’s alright, let’s begin!” came your response, refusing to let her believe you were anything but eager to address her work.

You leafed through the exams in a folder on your desk, a handful of them still ungraded to be returned at the start of the next class. Pulling hers from the stack, you shut the folder and placed it on top. A defeated sigh sounded next to you.

“I got a C? But I studied the textbook for days beforehand…” Her sagging shoulders broke your heart. You wanted to do everything you could to help her. Just then, an idea struck you. You reached behind your desk and grabbed a plain sheet of printer paper and a pen sitting nearby.

“I’ll show you what used to help me memorize all the names and dates. Think of this like a study guide.” You drew a horizontal line across the width of the paper, making small vertical marks evenly across it to form a timeline. Copying the dates from Margo’s test before you, you put them all down in numerical order. “Fill out the names, study it that way, and I’ll allow you to retake the exam in a few days. Sometimes the visualization helps in absorbing the information.”

Margo smiled from ear to ear, “Really Ms. Y/L/N? You’ll let me give it another shot?” You nodded reassuringly in response. “Thank you so much! I know I’ll do better this time!” She snatched the sheet and practically skipped out of the room.

You brought your attention back to your computer screen. Holding your breath, you opened Larissa’s message and your eyes grew wide for a moment. You cursed under your breath as you read the message over a few times, hoping beyond hope that this was just another one of your dreams.

Ms. Y/L/N,

It appears you left something in my office upon departing in such a hurry after our last meeting. If you have the time, please see me before the end of the day to pick it up. And do try to keep better track of your belongings, Darling.

Regards,

Larissa Weems

You felt a sense of humiliation seep into your bones. You knew she thought you scatter-brained, but now you were sure it was glaringly obvious to her.

Wait a second... Your eyes caught on the last word of her message.

“Darling.”

Your cheeks tinged pink at the pet name. If you didn’t know better, you would think she was toying with you. Had she caught on to your crush? Panic settled over you. Regardless, you couldn’t face her again today. You had only just processed your meeting that morning. Hands shaking, you typed out a reply against your better judgment.

Principal Weems,

I’ll have to stop by your office in the morning as this afternoon won’t work for me. Thank you for hanging onto it for me. See you then.

Sincerely,

Y/N

You wondered what the item could be, shutting your laptop and sliding it into your bag with the rest of your things. Darling. The word echoed in your mind; you could practically hear it in her voice. You got up to leave for lunch, dreading the confrontation tomorrow morning would bring.

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You sat alone in the teacher’s lounge, grateful to finally have some relative peace and quiet, aside from the low hum of the refrigerator in the corner of the room or the occasional gurgling of coffee dripping through its percolator.

Sandwich in hand, you turned to the bookmarked page of your current novel, shifting your thoughts away from Larissa and that damned email. She didn’t respond to your reply, so you hoped it was acceptable to her.

Darling.

The word was branded in your brain as if she pressed it in herself with a searing iron stamp.

You were just delving back into the story when you heard voices outside the door. One of them was unmistakable. Larissa. There was a lull in the conversation for a moment, then both parties erupted in laughter. Even in your short time at the school, you had never heard the principal laugh. It was loud and boisterous; such a contrast from her elegant speaking voice and accompanying demeanor. It made you fall even further for her. Maybe, one day you could be the one to make her laugh.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, a set of heels clicked against the wood of the floor, and you almost looked around for a place to hide before realizing what a ridiculous notion that was. The door swung open and in walked Larissa, ever the image of confidence and regality.

You looked up from your book, and given her lack of a reaction to you, you guessed she didn’t notice you were already in the room. Perhaps you could pretend to be invisible and she wouldn’t notice you at all. You did, however, take the opportunity to ogle at her openly, your eyes roving over her body as she walked in the direction of the coffeemaker.

You watched her long digits take a paper cup from the stack, holding it carefully while she poured the hot beverage into it. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes falling to her perfect behind and you thanked god for whoever it was that designed the dress she was wearing.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were staring at me.”

Her words shook you from your trance, thrusting you back into reality as your face turned beet-red. How did she know…?

Larissa stalked toward you, around the large, oval-shaped table, staring you down in return the whole way. Coming to a stop on your left, she noticed the book in your now faintly-trembling hand.

“And what have we here?” She placed her cup on the table, flattening her palm against its smooth surface as she leaned down to be eye-level with you in your seated position.

She looked past you though, feigning interest in your choice of reading material. Her face was inches from yours, but you dared not turn your head. You quickly found yourself overwhelmed at the scent of her perfume, its sweet notes invading your nose and making you dizzy. You couldn’t handle her closeness, and feared you might faint right where you sat.

Taking in the title atop the page, she hummed to herself, a deep yet gentle rumbling in her throat beside your ear. You tried to swallow your nerves but everything she did made it more difficult to seem normal in her presence.

“The Price of Salt… Quite an enjoyable read, if I do say so myself. Highsmith was certainly an interesting character, wasn’t she?” She turned her gaze to you after posing the question, her eyes holding an innocent expression.

You chanced meeting them with your own, your gaze accidentally landing on her red lips on their journey upward. You desperately willed back a whimper, practically forcing your throat to close to avoid it. Your faces were only inches apart.

Realizing it might be seen as rude to not answer her question, you nodded in reply, quickly adding, “Yes, she was. I-I really enjoy her writing,” before Larissa rose from her lowered position beside you. Your eyes followed her upward as she removed her cup from the table and took a step back, smirking in your direction before turning toward the door.

“Enjoy your break Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be seeing you!” she said upon leaving the lounge, tossing a short wave with a twirl of her fingers over her shoulder.

Once the door shut behind her, the book fell from your grasp, and you dropped your head into your crossed arms in front of you with an exasperated sigh.

What was this woman doing to you?

tags: @alder-saan @enchantressb @larissaoftarthweems @weemssapphic @brienneswife @readingtheentrails @sapphire-moment @idontlikepexple @alienstookourstars

#I hope y’all don’t mind me tagging you #I kinda just assumed since you reblogged/replied showing interest 🙈#feel free to ignore if I’m wrong hdhdjssbsk #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #requests #my fics

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imamxdel · 1 year

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“Well, it’s not like it was entirely their fault! I wasn’t paying attention, happened to stumble right on to the road...still far enough away that they saw me and slowed down, so I didn’t actually get hit! Close enough, though--” Euna held up her now broken heeled shoes with a shrug, dropping them off by the front door and walking inside barefoot, sighing heavily as she fell on to the couch.

“It’s been a long day. Besides, I didn’t actually get hurt. My shoes might be dead, but I’m still alive and now I know that I should wear more sensible shoes walking home. It seemed like a good idea at the time...”

@svnandmccn // continued X

#svnandmccn #svnandmccn (2)#starter #replies (the energetic)#feel free to ignore it #i get carried away sometimes

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dire-vulture · 16 days

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omg i was thinking of making an npc otp poll but. pretty much any potential pairing just felt like i was throwing darts at the wall dfgsdf no shipping culture here at all

#obviously galore/joxar is THE otp..#susie/arvelle and crim/roundsey im highly supportive of too #also i think ive heard tomo/fiona mentioned? they would be cute c: i think arlo/baldwin could be good too #pinkerton/galore wouldnt surprise me if there were people rooting for that. but yeah just no one really talks fr ships haha..#probably for the best fdsgsdf im barely even a shipper just joxar having fun in galores beard in that scene was too cute to ignore #plus jox already being my fave npc and galore being so handsome too gsdfg they end up on my mind more than any other pair in any other medi #pheel talk #text post #shipping #legitimately though i am curious what npc pairings people do like the most..feel free to reply if youd like c:

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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ask-team-grim · 1 month

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( @the-abandoned-digital-city @ Dravena)

the weird little cat guy was watching her carefully before asking.

“How are you so cool??”

Dravena: Ya think I’m cool?!

Dravena: Oh man, thank ya! Usually ‘mons think I’m scary, not cool! I’m totally gonna tell Rye!

Dravena: I’m a pretty normal lookin’ Deino though. Or that’s what my Dad tells me. So not really somethin’ special I did. Just suppose ya never saw one of us before. Not many ‘mons have.

Dravena:…

Dravena: Wait, do you have food? Can I have some?

#gosh Dravena was not ready for a complement lol #you totally just made her week!#as your reward you get the kinda odd looking happy eyebrows #she smelled the weird meat cookies too lmao.#as always please feel free to ignore it or reach out if the reply isn’t to your liking or it makes you uncomfortable for whatever reason!#this interaction is:#noncanon #pmd #pmd oc #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon ask blog #pmd ask blog #deino #deino oc #lousleepover

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alectoperdita · 4 months

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you do NOT have to reply to this but i hate joukai/kaijou hate. there’s a difference between something not being for you and people saying it’s abusive. in my experience, it’s always kaiba stans who say kaiba has never done anything wrong and jounouchi is the one who lacks empathy saying the latter. just admit you ignore the series and only have headcanons about your fave instead of proclaiming Your Interpretation Is Correct!

People who go off on lengthy diatribes about how and why they hate this ship at the mere mention of it are why I have trust issues.

(I mean, not really, but they've never helped.)

#replies #anonymous #this is my hobby I don't like being made to feel like shit over my hobby just because it's not their preference #makes me paranoid as fuck and extremely bitter #I have enough trouble feeling like a worthwhile person without being denegrated over a hobby preference #feel free to ignore me this is just a generalized rant #after an entire day of feeling like shit and probably continuing to feel like shit into tomorrow #because my job drives me to want to claw off my own skin at times #and I guess fuck me for not caring about any of the “acceptable” juggernaut ships #🧂🧂🧂

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revvethasmythh · 2 years

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I do really enjoy the continuing intimacy between Caleb and Veth at this stage in their lives. Despite how far apart they live (Nicodranas vs Rexxentrum) they appear to see each other decently often, often enough that Veth doesn't think much of it when he shows up outside her house (and that he, uh, knows to look for the scoutmaster scarf out her window). It's unclear if Caleb spends very much time in Nicodranas with her family, though I kind of doubt it considering he doesn't seem to see Yeza much at all, but Veth takes Luc up to Rexxentrum to have Caleb tutor him in magic and (even though it was a throwaway line, I know) maybe spends enough time there herself to keep some spare clothes at his place. For a pair who arguably always had the closest/most intimate relationship in the campaign, it's really enjoyable to see that continue to be a through line.

#cr spoilers #critical role #the mighty nein reunited #this is as moderate as I'm capable of being. know that somewhere inside me there is far more unhinged screaming happening #caleb widogast #veth brenatto #also the fact that caleb really does not spend much time at all with yeza continues to be hilarious #''too quick'' he says apologetically to yeza. ''always'' yeza replies just a little awkwardly #if you want to close your eyes and ignore the ship tag feel free to do so but also #widobrave

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isfjmel-phleg · 6 months

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This is a personal post.

#random personal stuff #personal whining ahead feel free to ignore #I made the mistake of dipping into the folder of emails from That Man (which I've kept just in case)#just to see if I could take it I guess? which was a mistake #they're full of pretentious rambling and posturing and jargon to establish himself as The Authority #then they drip with flattery: he says I'm brilliant and have so much potential to live up to etc. etc.#but then the little jabs - and the big jabs - the condescending 'I know you can do this'#he would rip me apart in class until I quit speaking up because I was afraid #and then send me emails informing me that my participation grade was lowish and I needed to work on 'playing the game'#and tell me that I was free to disagree! but it had to be based on more than silence #as if he didn't know that he was the reason I shut down #you're not really free to disagree if disagreeing means you get mocked and belittled?#so I couldn't even protect myself from the verbal attacks because I had to provide him fodder for mockery or else get marked down #he made me apologize to a classmate for my 'reticence and impatience' during her presentation on a loaded topic #that I didn’t want to discuss my views on in front of him #and he was so so careful in those emails not to say the worst things but in class...!#and my replies were so subservient #I wouldn't bend on my views but I wanted approval so badly as if what scum like him thought actually mattered #it's over now he's not my problem I know it was not my fault #do I still want to scream at him? yes #do I still want to tell the VP of academic affairs (my old adviser/mentor) the whole story? yes (can't - pointless now)#anyway I am going to go do chores and move on with my day thank you for listening

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mostlikelytofangirl · 6 months

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What do you think Jin Guangyao needs the most in a romantic partner?

Hi there! Sorry for the late reply ^^;

Honestly? Given canon, I think this little guy needs first and foremost to feel respected by his partner, the assurance that he is seen as an equal despite his background and baggage.

I'll also say that he'd need to trust them, and while trust is a staple of any relationship, in JGY's case, the fact that he is aware of the things he had to do throughout his life, feeling like he is not going to be accepted by his partner would already nulify the first requirement of respect.

Can't feel respected when he is convinced that his partner is going to think less of him, or even stop loving him if they were to know everything about him. So even subconsciously he is working on the assumption that he isn't an equal to his partner if he feels like he cannot share this part of him with them.

So the perfect romantic partner for him, in my opinion, would have to be a person that not only treats him like he isn't either inferior or superior, but that can also show enough open-mindness and... let's call it grayness of morality for him to feel like he is going to be understood if/when he opens up about the less flattering side of him.

Also validation. It's very important that he is told that he is, in fact, a good boy on a regular basis :')

#replies #mdzs #jin guangyao #this is coming from as an objective pov as I can offer #bc my allyao agenda means I can see value in all the different flavors #but working on this assumption I'd say maybe chengyao and ruoyao??#mostly chengyao tho bc it's impossible to ignore the power dynamic in ruoyao #nieyao is not really working here and funnily enough neither is xiyao imo #the entire guanyin temple made it clear that jgy never fully trusted lxc in this way #and the despite treating him like an equal he didn't really consider himself an equal to lxc #suyao is the other side of it with sms being too devoted and holding him in a pedestal that didn't make them equals either #maybe qinyao could work too but we'll sadly never know what qs' real position would have been to jgy's whole deal #... honest to god didn't expect chengyao to win here XD #anyways feel free to completely ignore me this is just my delulu rambly opinion lol

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teex · 8 months

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hihihhi if u had to pick, what is your ONE song of the summer?

i am makin' a playlist and need h e l p

#feel free to reply or dm or send an ask or completely ignore this thanks!#oybreplies #oh editing to add mine is prob speedometer by post malone (tough to pick one!)

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stardust-falling · 1 year

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This is probably swinging a bit of a bat at a hornet’s nest on this website, but I wonder if the rise of purity culture in fandom, aside from other influencing factors, could have something to do with the fact that so many young fans tend to consume primarily media intended for children.

After all, children’s media is usually at least in part focused on teaching life lessons and providing kids with role-models. That’s why you’ll rarely find an anti-hero protagonist in children’s media. In fact, “protagonist” seems to have sort of been conflated with “good guy.”

Of course, not all media follows these standards. First and foremost, you have to remember that characters aren’t people, they’re literary devices, and they serve a variety of purposes. Some might be role models. Some might be anti-role-models. But honestly, sometimes they literally serve to show “what happens if you put a funny little guy in situations.”

More under the cut.

See, the fiction vs reality debate is interesting in this at. We’re humans, and humans are curious things. Sometimes, humans get morbidly curious and speculate about what might happen in some fucked up situation to some fucked up people. They don’t want any of it to happen in real life, but they still want to have an idea. Literally just because we’re curious.

So what do you do? You make a fucked up little man and put him in situations. He’s not meant to be a good person— honestly good and bad don’t matter here because the story’s not about morals but about cause and effect. Characters can show bad things, they can’t do bad things.

Because humans are curious and like thinking about “what ifs,” sometimes people get really attached to these funny little horrible guys. They like seeing them go through situations and imagining how they’d react. Purely because it’s a fun sequence of cause and effect and way easier than trying to enact it in real life. Now, obviously, stories are influenced by creators’ personal biases, but then that just becomes another dimension to the puzzle. That’s how you get character archetypes who end up telling completely different stories. Sometimes, people really like the way one particular creator has figured out a cause and effect sequence for their archetype. So, people end up with blorbos. Funny little imaginary guys, good and bad, who they just take an incredible, scientific joy in watching. Humans have always been doing science.

And that’s where purity culture comes in. Because, with purity culture, these characters are treated like they’re humans with accountability for their actions. Even though they haven’t hurt any real people. It is, in fact, impossible for a fictional character to hurt people. Even if they are treated as a role model— it’s still the fault of the person who decided to view them that way.

Because characters aren’t intrinsically role models. Even protagonists.

Children’s show creators often make their protagonists to be role models for kids. And in that case, when that’s the stated intent, it’s perfectly reasonable to judge that character’s morals. But you’re not judging a person, any more than evaluating a school textbook for accuracy and correct information would be evaluating a person. You’re evaluating the literary device that is a character. Of course, if you primarily consume children’s media, where many characters are role models and teaching moral lessons is often an intent, what happens when you read something with a different premise? What happens when you read, for example, speculative fiction about what goes on in the mind of a horrific dictator?

If you’re used to judging the worth of characters on a moral rubric, then of course you’ll apply that rubric to protagonists of the new media you read. So naturally, you’ll start thinking that, of course the protagonist of this story is a terrible guy and a horrible role model. What about the people who like him? Well, they must look up to him and agree with him in some way, especially if they’re rooting for him. So of course their morals are in question.

Except, they’re not rooting for him because they agree with him. They’re just rooting for him because they’re invested in seeing where his fucked up actions take him and how it ends up.

Same with relationships. Someone who ships a “problematic” pairing might have absolutely no desire to see any relationship like that in real life, ever. But regardless, it’s a very scientifically, morbidly interesting thing that they can’t take their eyes away from.

Anyway, genre awareness is a great thing to have when consuming media. A romance story isn’t about “what makes a good relationship,” it’s about “what makes an interesting and complex relationship to think about.” A horror story isn’t “what should you do in a fucked up situation,” it’s more of “what might people with these kinds of personalities do instinctively in fucked up situations.”

Genre awareness is cool. You don’t need to think about how good of a role model or representation a character is, so much as you need to think about “what is the purpose of this character in this genre and narrative, and how well are they fulfilling that purpose?”

#fandom #fandom culture #purity culture #writing #ramblings #I just wanna study fictional people like bugs tbh #and I think more people should have that outlook about fiction #it’s way more fun #no I don’t like this character because I’m ignoring that they’re a messed up person #I like this character BECAUSE they’re a messed up person #anyway feel free to discuss on this post. I probably won’t reply to anything but I’d be interested to see people’s thoughts #but if discussion devolves into discourse and accusing anyone of things then reblogs are getting turned off

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the--helen · 10 months

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LOCATION: Soop neighborhood, close to the hospital STATUS: closed

Helen had been feeling both happy and sad the past few days. Every since finding herself in the new apartment she had been ecstatic to live in a place where light could come through in the rooms outside of the bedroom, having previously been enclosed in a basement apartment where all was one room and all windows were painted over. She could see woods from the small window of the bathroom at the back of the building and what seemed like a hospital’s sign at the front. She enjoyed being able to walk outside in the day and be trusted enough to do so, which was such a lovely change it made her heart swell with... love.

But she was also sad, because she was unsure as to where exactly she was, a phone not something she had access to in recent times, so she couldn’t log online or even try to call her mom. Being closer to nature she started missing her mother, but this was quickly forgotten as a key was placed in her hand close to dusk. Alexander gave her a kiss on the cheek and announced he will go outside, meeting old friends she was not presentable enough now to meet. She smiled without any protest. “I will go buy us coffee and walk for an hour... and come home” she promised, checking her watch, before walking in the opposite direction of him and letting her eyes wander around, enjoying the fresh air. The sun had gone down on queue as they had walked outside.

Her gaze had frozen on a strange shop which looked as if it were selling various herbs and items. She wondered if she could name the plants but most seemed foreign and her muddled mined was only more confused. She hadn’t realized how long she had stood there until she felt a gaze on herself and her initial thought was that there was a person behind the glass on the inside that was judging her lingering. She felt some color filling her cheeks and erasing the pale complexion she had since meeting Alexander.

She pushed hands to her sides, pulling her T-shirt, a few sizes too big, down and holding onto it with white knuckles as she wondered where to she could go. Looking down at her hand, still holding onto the fabric, she glanced at the wristwatch and saw she had wasted twenty minutes on this. A frown crept on her brow and she pursed her lips, walking faster. In fact, so fast and while looking around for a possible shop, that her shoulder hit with too strong a force someone else’s body as she was walking past them. A rain of sorrys poured out of her lips as she felt her heart slow to almost a dead crawl before speeding up and flying too fast.

“I’m so sorry, sorry. I was looking to the side and didn’t see you.“, she said, afraid of the reaction, too used to a quick temper and the possibility of a bruise upon a mistake.

#01 #opulencestarter #please feel free to ignore the first two paragraphs #for either length or thught in the reply #just random exposition <3 #tw: physical abuse

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