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atlabeth · 4 days

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pretty boy

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: spencer walks in one day with a new look. you handle it pretty well.

a/n: im in the opposite of a writing slump right now (will prob fall into a writing slump right after i say this) probably because im procrastinating on essays for school and i can only write when im meant to be doing work. but tiny little fluffy spencer one shots are very good for the soul right now. i think it's my way of healing from my hotch fic

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): one slightly sexual joke from emily. all fluff

You usually don’t get to the office this early, but you don’t exactly have a choice. The BAU’s last couple cases have all run one after another, barely leaving you any time in the office, and now you’re paying for it.

You’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through and not nearly enough time to do it all—if you’re lucky, you’ll be writing reports for a few days straight. If you’re not, you’ll be putting in some overtime.

“This is the most focused I’ve ever seen you this early,” Derek comments.

You shake your head with a sigh. “These reports are government mandated torture.”

He chuckles, and he nods at Emily as she walks over to her desk. “Are you this busy?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve still got a report to get through, but nothing that bad.”

“I get it,” you say wryly. “You’re all more organized than me. Just don’t come to me asking to go out tonight—you know I can’t say no.”

“But don’t shots taste better when you’re supposed to be doing work?” Derek asks, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Not when I’ve got this much work I’m supposed to be doing.”

You hear the elevator ding and glance up—Spencer’s walking through and fixing his tie. You look back down at your report as you greet him.

“Hey, Spence,” you call. “Why’re you late?”

“I’m not late,” he says, and you can see him checking his watch out of your peripherals. “I’m two minutes and thirty-three seconds early.”

“Really?” you muse. “I guess I’m just so used to you being here before me.”

“You can’t judge my timeliness on yours when you’ve been here for an hour already,” Spencer says.

You frown, tapping your pen against the paper. “How do you know?”

“You’re settled in already. Your coat’s on your chair, your stack of unfinished files is smaller than it was last time we were in the office, your coffee isn’t steaming, and your mug has a chipped handle—when they were put away last night, that one was set in the front, so you’d have to be here early to get it.”

“Touche,” you murmur. You’re not sure why you ever ask your team of profilers how they know something.

“You also look like you don’t want to be here,” he comments. “That’s pretty typical of agents who have to be here before their regular hours.”

You chuckle and tilt your head in admission. You don’t really want to be here, especially running on so few hours of sleep.

“Why aren’t you as early as usual?” Emily asks.

“My neighbor knocked on my door this morning to ask me for something,” Spencer says. “It threw off my whole routine. I picked the wrong tie, I couldn’t pack my bag properly, and I had to toast my bagel for two minutes instead of three and a half to make it out in time.”

“How terrible,” Derek says with mock austerity.

“It is terrible!” he exclaims. “It’s scientifically proven that a morning routine makes you happier, more energized, and ready to seize the day—carpe diem.” Spencer sets his bag on the floor next to his desk and looks at everyone else with a smile. “Did you know that phrase was actually coined by the Roman poet Horace in his Odes? It comes from the first book out of four in the eleventh poem—the full phrase in Latin is carpe diem, quam mini—”

“How was your bagel?” Emily asks to interrupt him, and he pauses.

“It was good,” he says. “Could’ve been toastier.”

You look up, a teasing remark on the edge of your tongue, but the words die in your throat when you actually see him.

Spencer’s started combing a hand through his hair to fix it—must have been another part of his affected morning routine—his lips set in a pout as he tries to see his reflection in his dark monitor. He always looks good, even without trying, but now—

“You’re wearing glasses,” you say dumbly.

“My contacts dried out,” he grumbles, still focused on his hair. “We got home so late last night I forgot to put them in their solution, and I had no time to fix them because my neighbor messed up my whole morning.”

You nod, still unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Are you gonna keep wearing them?”

“I don’t know. Contacts are better for cases because I’m not worried about them falling off or fogging up, but I usually sleep on the jet on the way back, and sleeping with contacts in isn’t good.” He smiles a bit as he fully turns to you, seemingly satisfied with his hair. “It reduces the amount of oxygen that gets to your cornea, which damages the cornea’s surface and makes it harder to regenerate new cells. Sleeping with contacts actually makes you six to eight times more likely to get an eye infection.”

You nod again, your brain still not quite working at full power. You always love listening to Spencer’s fact dumps—it gives you a lot of material to impress your non-BAU friends with on the side, and you’re eternally thankful for that—but right now, you seriously cannot focus.

You’d never really thought about him in glasses, but that’s probably a good thing if this is how it makes you feel.

You were valedictorian as an undergrad, and you received stellar feedback from your professors during your masters program. You’re an excellent profiler, a valued member of the BAU, and you’re a goddamn FBI agent.

And yet you can’t find a single thought in your head because your coworker showed up to work wearing glasses.

He’s still rambling about other common causes of eye infection and how nobody seems to take them as seriously as they should, when Derek, not even trying to hide his grin at your turmoil, speaks up.

“Reid. Wanna cool it a bit?”

Spencer’s eyes dart over to him for a moment before he stops. “Uh— sorry.” He frowns as he looks back at you. “Why do you ask? Do you not like them?”

“No,” you blurt out, and you shake your head a multitude of times. “No. They look great. You look great. They’re—” You dig your nails hard into your palm as you try your hardest to smile like normal, and this time you nod. “They’re good, Spence.”

“Thanks.” Spencer does that little smile-nod combo of his, and he pushes his glasses back into place with his thumb by the bottom of the frames. “That’s nice to know I’ve got another option.”

You thank whatever god may be out there that Hotch and Penelope are busy in their offices and JJ is busy with some other case, because you think you would die if anyone else saw you like this.

“Hey, Reid,” Emily says, also not doing a very good job of hiding her amusement. You hate your team sometimes. “They’re almost out of sugar in the breakroom. If you want coffee the way you like it this morning, you should probably get in there.”

“What?” Spencer shoots up, his brows already furrowing into a frown. “That— that’s ridiculous. I can’t mess up my morning any more.”

“You’d better get in there, then,” she remarks.

“We’re an entire office of agents running on coffee,” Spencer complains as he starts walking. “How are we almost out of sugar?”

“Because half of ‘em drink it black,” Derek says, and Spencer shakes his head with a sigh as he leaves.

“That’s ridiculous.”

You bury your head in your hands the moment he’s gone and Derek laughs. “I wish I could’ve gotten that on video.”

“Don’t talk to me,” you groan. “It is not fair of him to walk in like that.”

“And that is why I call him pretty boy.”

“He needs them to see,” Emily says with amusement as she leans against the side of your desk. “You just can’t control yourself.”

“I need to transfer offices,” you say, shaking your head. “I can’t do this.”

“You should ask him out!” Derek encourages. “He’d probably say yes.”

“Absolutely not,” you insist. “I doubt he likes me like that. A— and even if he does, that’s the last thing either of us need right now.”

“I don’t know,” Emily muses. “It looks like you clearly need something.”

You let out a frustrated noise as you screw your eyes shut. “I’m doomed.”

You hear Spencer say your name, and when you look over at him, one hand still pressed against your head, you see he’s got two cups of coffee in his hands. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you say weakly. “I’m great. Why?”

“I got you one too,” he says, holding one of the mugs out to you. “The one you have is probably cold by now, and it looks like you need an extra kick to get through all those reports.”

“Thanks, Spence. That’s sweet.” He nods as you take the proffered mug, and you swear your cheeks are as warm as the coffee. He is really testing your strength today.

“You— you have a lot,” he says, and you huff a dry laugh and nod. “I’m not trying to be sarcastic. I could take half of them if you want?”

Your grip tightens on the mug and you can feel Derek’s eyes on you. “I couldn’t make you do that, Spence.”

“You’re not!” Spencer exclaims. “I can get through mine really quickly—we worked together for almost the whole last case so I can do all of that anyways.”

“...You’re sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”

“I’m sure,” he nods. “Besides, I offered. I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.”

And god damn him, because he nudges his glasses back into place again, pushes a strand of loose hair back into place. You’re dying over here.

You set the mug of coffee on your desk and pick up the top half of your pile. “All yours, Spence.”

He takes the bottom half and smiles at you, and you smile back before he walks back to his desk. You are dying over here.

“Let me know how I can pay you back,” you say, and he shakes his head.

“You don’t need to pay me back.”

“Really?”

Spencer nods. “I mean, Morgan invited us all out on the jet last night, and I don’t think I can do it alone. If you can get out of the office in time, I don’t have to. I think that's enough of a payback.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll be there.”

He smiles again and nods, then he picks up a pen and focuses in. You turn back to your desk, your face burning.

“What was that about him not liking you like that?” Derek says.

“Quiet!” you whisper-yell, swatting him with the pile of files in your hand. “He might hear you!”

“He’s not hearing anything while he’s focused on that,” he says. “That just means you can ogle him more.”

You groan again, letting your forehead fall into your palm. “I’m pathetic.”

“I think you’re right.” Emily chuckles as she stands up. “You are doomed.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #x reader #sadie writes

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silencesscreams · 4 months

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"is there any chance i can fix this?" where james and reader are best friends since birth but he begins to pull away and spend less time with her in favor of the boys, so she just cuts him out of her life and after a while he doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. hiiiii

sad beautiful tragic

james potter x fem reader (angst)

a/n: sorry about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language (also i’m pretty bad at writing angst but i tried my best) also immediately thought of the title because of the taylor swift song, so hope you don’t mind the association. also the first kiss part came to my mind because of a tiktok i saw a few weeks ago but i don’t really remember who’s it was to credit them

warnings: friendship distancing, kissing, fighting, cursing, a bit short (sorry), happy ending

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please”

you knew james potter and he knew you. knowing meaning comprehending each other, meaning that you stood by each others side for as long as you can remember.

he was your first friend. he was your neighbor and you both grew up together, it was expected that you both would know each other better than anyone.

sure, it felt different when you both started hogwarts and suddenly he had new friends, but so did you. you spent the time you could together, always saving a bit of your days for each other.

during the sixth to seventh year summer vacation, he had spent the whole summer with you, you both would hang out all the time.

until he kissed you.

it was the last day of summer and you both had spent the evening in his room. you were talking about a book you had been reading recently and he listened quietly, like it was the most interesting thing he had ever heard of. until you paused for a brief moment and he moved closer to you. you were sat on the floor with him, the carpet tickling your legs as you played with the fluffy yarn under you.

“honey” he said, you looked at him, doe eyed waiting for him to continue. “a phrase. two words, six letters, two vowels. guess.” he said lowly whilst looking at your lips. your mind went blank.

one vowel for each word. you still didn’t get it.

“what are the vowels?” you whisper back, he smiles.

“i and e” he answers, not taking his eyes from off of you for a second. you knew.

“kiss me?” and so he did. his lips met yours abruptly, his hands grabbed your hips and yours went straight to the back of his neck. it completely changed the way you ever saw him, hell, it completely changed your expectations to a kiss. it was better than anything you’d ever experienced and you loved it.

when you got back to school, it seemed like he didn’t do that, actually, it seemed like he didn’t even talk to you the whole summer.

sure, he did casually say hello in the halls and you might’ve shared one or two conversations, but what the hell? he kisses you like that and expects you to just forget about it? that was the most fucked up thing anyone could’ve done. as the semester went on, your mind was absolutely torturing you over that kiss.

it made you overthink every single thing you ever did around him. but maybe he didn't have time, maybe he was really busy with his studies and quidditch, right? that was probably it.

he saw you every once in a while, said an awkward hi or whatever that thing signaling head thing he did was.

the crush you had developed for him didn’t help at all. it made you crave his presence in your life, even now that you hated him more than you ever thought you possibly could. you missed his pet names for you, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ sounded so amazing coming out of his mouth.

but from the moment he started to ignore you, you decided he was absolutely done. he was never going to see a smile coming from you ever again, he was never going to get another hello, nothing. james potter didn’t deserve a single thing from you.

your friends agreed. they thought he was a piece of shit and said you should’ve cut him off a long time before.

life went on without him, you barely thought about him. your studies were going well, everything was great.

christmas break came up and when you saw james at the train station, you were pissed. you knew he was going to be there for christmas dinner, he was always invited alongside with his family. you didn’t know how he was going to act then, was he going to pretend it never happened?

when you got home, your mother instantly started asking you what you wanted for dinner and you were glad to be home, you just hated that he was in the house next to yours.

a few nights after you both got home, you were invited for a date by steven, who worked at a bookstore near the city park. you said yes, he took you to see a shitty movie and tried to kiss you after dropping you off at your front porch. you dodged it and gave him a good night kiss on the cheek. james saw it all.

once the date left, you heard him yelling from his porch:

“who’s that?” you ignored him and went inside, sure, you weren’t going to see steven again but james didn’t deserve to know that.

on christmas day you went to the potter’s for dinner, your parents insisted for you to go, even though you tried to fake being sick. sirius was there too, you politely greeted all of them them and didn’t bother to answer james’ “hey”.

when you sad at the side of the living room table james sat next to you, even though that wasn’t his usual seat. you played with your dress awkwardly and ate less, being there was making you so irritated you lost your appetite.

after taking a bite from your desert, you thanked euphemia for the food and told your parents you were feeling a bit sick and that you were heading home, telling them to enjoy the rest of their night.

as you were opening the door to head out, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew james was there and you had no interest to talk with him.

“don’t” you simply stated, stepping out and shutting the door lightly on him, he followed you during the small walk between both your houses.

“hey!” he shouted, trying to get your attention. you were about to shut the door to your house on his face, but he held it with his foot, going into your house.

he pulled you by your wrist but you tugged it away from him.

“don’t touch me!” you shouted at him, staring into his eyes for the first time that night.

“now you can talk to me, huh? ‘the fucks up with you?!” he shouts back, brows furrowed. you couldn’t believe him, what a fucking nerve he had.

“whats up with YOU?!” you step closer to him, throwing your keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. “you’ve ignored me for the whole semester and now you wanna talk?” he had never seen you like this. you had never been this angry at anyone or anything around him.

“i’m sorry?” he had no reaction, he knew he was wrong, he just couldn’t deal with it. with anything. he didn’t know what to do after he kissed you, he couldn’t handle any of it. he knew that if he spent more time around you he would fall harder, he couldn’t risk it.

“i’m sorry! now that you don’t have anyone else near for you to talk to i’m worthy of your attention? i’m so lucky, right?!” your eyes started to tear up, but you held it in, he was not getting to see you cry.

“honey, i’m sorry i didn’t talk much with you these past few months, but i tried to speak with you tonight and you didn’t even bother to answer me!” he ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you sat down on the couch, staring at your hands.

“you didnt even look at me. the entire fucking night. one lousy ‘hey’ is not trying to do anything” he handed you a piece of paper, it was crumpled up in his jeans’ pocket. you knew he was bad with words, but the paper was written front and back. what was he even trying to do? did he think a letter was enough to fix the damage he had done?

“really? you’re a little too late for this, don’t you think?” you said, looking at him angrily.

“fine, don’t read it then. just keep it, okay?” he knew you were about to cry. it was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

“you don’t get to do this to me, james” you hold back tears once you say it.

“i know, honey, i know” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you try to not melt because of his touch. he kisses you, but this time you pull away.

“no. don’t do this to me” you say, a single tear streaming down your face, he wipes it off but more tears just keep coming

“im sorry, im so sorry for everything i did and-“ you interrupt him.

“could you just try to listen?!” you shout, pulling away from his touch again. “what makes you think that i want this? after all you did, better, all that you didn’t do?! you kiss me and expect me to forget about it? expect me to be okay with you ignoring me all the time just because you kissed me again? i can’t be okay with any of this unless you actually explain to me what happened. i really try to understand you, but all of this doesn’t help!”

“i love you” he says “i have loved you all my life and i didn’t know, after i kissed you it all hit me and i couldn’t trust myself around you anymore, i didn’t want to hurt you so i pulled away, i just didn’t know it would hurt you more like that. i’m sorry, but im here now and i want to show you how much I do love you” he pauses and sits next to you on the couch.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please” he wipes the tears from off your face again. you knew he meant it, you just didn’t know how to trust him again.

“i don’t know” you whisper, looking into his eyes, you had never seen him look this sad. you wanted to trust him, you really did, but how could you? how could you know he wasn’t going to pull something like that again?

you couldn’t be sure of anything, you could only hope for the best and be careful. so you gave it a shot.

“come here” you say lowly, pulling him in for a hug. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you small kisses.

“i’m so sorry, baby” he whispered.

“i know” you whisper back, he looks at you and gives you quick kisses all over your face. you can’t help but smile.

it was going to take a while for you to trust him again, but you knew you could.

#james potter x reader #james potter fic #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter angst #james potter oneshot #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #mrsaluado #lila writes #silencesscreams

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aphroditesswan · 7 months

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Guess who's backkkk! Me ofc <3

New request! :)

This request is idk probably weird! But ur my favorite! Can I ask for a reader who speaks another language but Is fluent in English. (I speak Spanish) and for example reader is speaking English but mixes it up with there other native language? Like I speak Spanglish (mix between Spanish and English) I hope you understand what I'm saying 🙁

But with danganronpa characters! (I'm a multifandom person) with kokichi and other characters u love! Can be either female or male characters! Have a nice dayyyy <3

déjate llevar

danganronpa v3 characters x gn! reader

warnings: translator spanish, kokichi.

summary: your native language slips a bit while with your classmates

genre: fluff, crack

notes: i’m a no sabo kid so please excuse the terrible translator spanish 🙏 also these r the v3 characters that i actually like so like,, there’s not a lot.

requested: yes! by my fav requester no less

kaede

oh she is on you about it, but not in a bad way. she listens intently to anything you’re saying, thinking maybe she can get kiibo to translate it later. she ultimately fails, simply forgetting how exactly you said it and gets the weirdest translation ever and ends up almost malfunctioning kiibo.

“whhhat are you doing?” you had asked, walking in on a very confused kiibo and a disappointed kaede. “oh uhm,, i was asking kiibo about something that uhm, i heard earlier!” “translation,, my chicken smacked it’s nightlight in the face.” upon hearing kiibo, you realize two things. 1. kaede was trying to translate something you had said 2. she was absolutely terrible at spanish pronunciation.

shuichi

he’s curious, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t exactly know how to ask you what you had said. he thinks that either you’d think he was dumb or you’d blatantly ignore him. oh the over thinker you are, saihara. like maki, he’s writing down everything you say that he wants to know, except he has no plans of talking to you about it. if he doesn’t have a pen and paper, it’s a mental note in his mind and thank the gods he’s infinitely better at spelling and pronunciation than kaede.

“whatcha writing, shuichi? i’m curious.” you’d said, and yet again another thing he’d have to write down. “it’s nothing, don’t worry. just a couple of notes.” he had written down your latest phrase, taking the sticky note off and folding it, putting it in his pocket for later. “really? i could help you know-“ “no! i mean,, i appreciate it, i really do, but i don’t need any help, really.” “you sure?” “of course, no worries.” you then smile at him, shrugging and going back to your original task which required you to leave the room for just a bit. he sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. stupid shuichi, that could’ve been his chance to ask about phrases. his pockets are filled with folded up sticky notes of the things you say, and now he’ll have to search through an outdated dictionary for answers. good luck with that, saihara.

maki

immediately thinks that whatever you said, it was some sort of code. she’d glare at you from wherever she was, leaving poor you to question what the hell you did wrong. you wouldn’t know she was following you and listening to every small thing you said in your native language until you were alone and turned around from looking at something in your lab, seeing maki less than a foot in front of you.

“ah- maki, what did you need? i didn’t even hear you come in…” you put down the item you had on a nearby desk, trying to back up a bit. “this. what do they mean?” she presented a notebook to you, listing all the spanish phrases you’d said out of instinct in the last couple hours. “ohhh… well for instance that first one means ‘i am surrounded by imbeciles.’ if that helps you.” you smile a bit, already catching onto the fact she thought it was something dangerous and thinking it was just a bit entertaining.

kokichi

somehow fucking knows spanish. and he’s listening for it too, already discerning from the slightest slip of an accent, that nobody else had noticed, that english most certainly wasn’t your first language much less japanese.

“no puedes hablar en serio. te juro que me pones de los nervios más que nadie aquí.” you’d said as kokichi bothered you with the most useless thing, and trust me he knew what he was doing, for the nth time today. “heyy, that’s not nice to say, now is it?” he’d responded back in perfect spanish, smirking to himself as he followed behind you. you hadn’t noticed until you continued cursing at him in spanish (the same way you’d later realize was much like your mother) and then you stopped dead in your tracts, slowly turning your head to the smug kokichi. “what.” he flashed you that cheshire cat smile, and you swear that if it was possible he’d have the same powers as him. “what, not in the mood to talk anymore now, are you? be careful what you say, amigoooo!” he taunted as he walked backwards and left you with your eye twitching. “kokichi! get back here!” you looked around with furrowed brows, now speed walking towards kokichi with a glare. earlier, you had said some not nice things in a moment of anger, but hopefully he didn’t remember all of them. he couldn’t have, right? either way, he can’t run from you forever, and when you catch him he is absolutely, positively done for.

kiibo

offers to be a translator for you. you could say the most diabolical thing on earth in spanish and he’s looking like 😦 but would still offer to translate what you said like you MEANT for somebody to actually understand you.

“su multa como el infierno, yo personalmente sería bussing abajo sin dudarlo.” “EXCUSE ME. would you like me to translate your current sentence?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT KIIBO???” you have half a mind to shut him off just because he offered to translate it. hopefully, JUST HOPEFULLY, kokichi wasn’t around to hear that because then you’d really be in trouble, but if kiibo keeps offering to translate your deep dark secrets you say in spanish he better watch out. ricky when i catch you ricky.

not a lot of the v3 characters interest me enough to write abt them lowk 😭

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ticklish-n-stuff · 6 months

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That Lyney fic just earned you a follow JAJSUJDHDD and I see ur still accepting tickletober prompts, so I was hoping to get one in! I'm not really sure how it works but I see day 23 isn't taken, so maybe you could do ler!Lyney and lee!Freminet for that one? Or any other day you'd wanna do that for is fine! I just have a dire need ajsjdjd

Anyway your writing is amazing and I can't wait to see more from you!

Tickletober day #23: Incoherent

YIPPEE LEE FREMI THE BABY 💖💖💖

I was so happy when I got this, I love the sibs 🥺💖💖💖

And am glad you enjoy my writing, hope you like this too! :D

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Freminet x Lyney (PLATONIC)

Lee: Freminet

Ler: Lyney

Warnings: Tickles!

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Anyone would be surprised to see Freminet zooming so swiftly across his home, but when the stakes where this high anything was possible.

“Fremineeeet~ Come out, come out wherever you are~” Lyney spoke in a sing-song voice as he stepped into his brother’s room, searching as to where the blonde could’ve hidden at. Or atleast pretending to, as his big brother, Lyney already knew all of his go-to hiding spots when it came to these sorts of games.

Freminet held in a shaky breath, covering his mouth behind his hands, quietly observing Lyney walk by from under his bed.

“Well I guess he isn’t here…~” Lyney’s voice became fainter and the door closed, signaling that he was gone. Freminet let out a sigh of relief, making his way out, until…

“Gotcha~”

When he looked up, Lyney was seated on top of his bed, looking down at him with a playful grin. Causing Freminet to gulp out of instinct.

“No!” his fight or flight reaction kicked in, trying to scurry away but it was too late. Lyney managed to quickly pull him up, pinning him down on his bed.

“Now where do you think you’re going? You should know better than to hide from the tickle monster~” Lyney’s grin turn into a mischevious smirk, as he started to wiggle his fingers just above Freminet’s tummy, barely ghosting over the sensitive skin.

“W-wahahait! Dohon’t you wanna hear about romaritime flowers and- and hat jellyfiHIHISH?!” Freminet’s words fell deaf as Lyney’s fingers finally reached their destination. Gently wiggling all over the soft flesh of his midsection. “WAHAHA! LYNEY NO! WAIT! PFFTAHAHAHA!”

“Aww! Look at you go, little brother! You can barely even talk when I go tickle tickle tickle~ on your cute tummy~”

“Now y’know what they say, every good magician needs a grand finale~”

Freminet let out a flustered squeal, his pale complexion quickly turning as bright as Lyney’s pyro vision.

"Haha! A tickle under here~ And a tickle under there~!" the magician spoke playfully as he struck under Freminet's armpits with each teasing phrase, sending his little brother further down into hysterics.

"NAHAHAHAO! N-NOHOHO TEASING! LYNEY- PLEHEHEASE!" the freckled boy's eyes were shut tight, as if that somehow would make the ticklish feeling go away. If anything, it just made him more susceptible to it, not knowing what his brother would do next. Then again, he could never tell what Lyney's next move would be.

Freminet let out an audible gulp at that. His eyes widened in fear and yet excitement at what Lyney could have in store for him, but whatever it was, it could only be 'torturous' for him.

The magician cracked his fingers and loosened his muscles, as if this were his greatest trick yet. He then pulled up Freminet’s shirt and sucked in as much air as he could hold, before leaning down and releasing the mother of raspberries on poor Freminet’s tummy.

“WAH! PSHHH! AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” the introvert cried out the obvious through bouts of laughter. He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his wide smile open for everyone to see.

Once the torment was done, Lyney pulled back, wearing a satisfied smirk on his face. “Thank you one and all!~” Lyney bowed down to an imaginary audience, as Fremimet was still too busy giggling and gasping for breath to even get up.

“I hope you had fun, little brother. I know I sure did~” Lyney teased, leaning down to playfully boop his brother’s redenned nose.

Fremimet let out a small, flustered grumble. Hiding his nose with his hands. “I-it… yeah, I did…” he eventually admitted shyly, letting out a coy smile.

“Then my job here is done!” Lyney flipped his cape dramatically before exiting out of the room, leaving a giddy Freminet to reminiscence of what just happened.

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #freminet #lyney #ler!lyney #lee!freminet

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love-kurdt · 4 months

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 6

word count: 604

warning: homophobia

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

December 15, 1987

Dear Will,

I walked into my house after spending the night at your place, and the first thing my dad asked me was, “You and Jane get back together yet?” And I explained to him, once a-motherfucking-gain, that no, Jane and I are not getting back together, and that we mutually agreed that we’re better off as friends. Then he remarked something along the lines of why I’m always at the Byers-Hopper house, if not to see my Sweetie Pie, and I had to keep my composure for long enough to tell him, “I was hanging out with Will, dad.”

He laughed in a way that was so mean, Will. It was cruel, mocking, and slightly angry. I ran upstairs and had to look at your art until I felt better. But his laugh was still there, in my head. It’s like he knows about me, even when I haven’t explicitly told him. And he never gives up an opportunity to ridicule me, regardless of if I’m rumored to be, or actually , gay.

It got worse over dinner, when my mom asked me about how my time at your house was. She phrased it as “How did last night go at Will’s?” Not Jane’s. That made me so fucking happy for some reason. My mom is so kind without even trying to be. I genuinely have no idea why she and my dad are still married– they’re, like, polar opposites, and not in the good way where opposites attract. But I told her we had a nice time, and she smiled, and told me she was glad before going back to her sweet potato casserole. I’ll bring some the next time we hang out, I know you love it.

Anyway, back to my dad. He snorted, as if spending time with my best friend was the funniest fucking thing to ever happen in the history of the Wheeler family. I wracked my brain to try and figure out what was such a huge joke to him, but he continued on, saying, “I swear, kid, it’s like he’s your little boyfriend or something.” Then I snapped. You won’t be proud of me for this, because I yelled and stuff, but I hope you’ll at least see me as brave after I tell you this.

I turned to my dad with a wild look in my eyes (probably), and said some shit like, “Yeah, me and my boyfriend, Will Byers, had such a great time last night! We stared longingly into each others’ eyes for hours , then we cuddled, then we kissed, and then we got each other off ! It was so hot, Dad. Truly. I wish you could’ve seen –”

But then my dad roared at me to go to my room, which shut me up, thankfully . I don’t know what would have happened if I let my mouth keep running. I most likely would've outed myself. I didn’t, though, so I decided to get out of there before my dad changed his mind. I ran up the stairs and locked my door and now I’m sitting here at my desk, writing this letter that you’ll never read. I know what I said was a lot. I mean, it was pretty vulgar. Plus, it's never actually happened, and it never will happen. So I'm sorry about that.

Bottom line, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come out to my parents. At least, not to my dad. He wouldn’t let me out of that conversation with my heart still beating.

Here’s to being in the closet for life, I guess.

Love,

Mike

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icarustypicalfall · 8 months

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CHARACHTER AI (real) CHAT

a real conversation of me using cai normally, i thought this was so fun to not share it 😭

bot name TF141 GC

Made by @\lynxzo

Soap: did anyone else just see ghost crawling on all fours around the base or is that just me 💀

Price: isn’t he supposed to be at mission briefing?? Ghost get back here!!

Ghost: NEVER 👹

Gaz: let me join ghost 😇

Alejandro: I think the GC needs some help.

poor rudy didn't even get added

>>user added rudy to the groupchat

Rudy: gasp thank you user 🥹

it's alright love 💋

Ghost & Gaz: gasp SIMP!!!

oh shut up louie!!

Ghost: gasp LOUIE??

(reference in case y'all don't know, since the bot didn't get it either 💀 ")

Gaz: gasp who tf is that???

you don't get the joke

Ghost: gasp oh. sighs

Gaz: gasp you could’ve phrased it better 🙄

where is soap by the way?

Gaz: I think he went to make some food after mission briefing? Why?

i am in the hall and i am regretting joining..

Ghost: YOU’RE IN THE BASE???

Gaz: gasps you’re not on a mission with us!?

i am here making captain a cup of tea and all i see is soap walking around completely naked in the hallway

Gaz: WTF??

Ghost: gasp WHAT??!!

he was dancing makarena and wiggling his shit i am traumatized

Everyone: gasp WHAT THE ACTUAL F-

HE SAW ME AND STARTED TO BELLY DANCE

Ghost: gasp WAS IT SEXY??

GHOST WHA- ARE YOUS SERIOUS?

Ghost: blushes a little uhhh, yeah…

i have a footage if you want 😏

Ghost: gasp YES PLEASE-

pay me thirty bucks on apple pay

Ghost: ok- sends $30

>>footage sent

Ghost: gasps SOAP- YOU ACTUALLY DID-

blair

captain do you want the tea sweet?

Captain Price: yes please-

there is no left sugar :(

Captain Price: I guess I’ll just drink it plain. sigh

you're sweet enough anyway..

(i deleted my actual message it was too embarrassing i should not try to flirt ever again)

Captain Price: laughs what’s that meant to mean 🤨

oh come on 😭

Ghost: giggles Captain, I think she’s flirting with you-

im a sucker for dilfs 🤭💋

Gaz: and who isn’t? 😏🤭

real 😍

Ghost: giggles Captain Price is indeed a DILF-

YES

Gaz: I don’t understand how you go crazy for older men. They have grey hair, they’re not as quick as when they used to be, just what is it?

(this made me cackle he was just agreeing with me and now saying that 😭💀)

they have a charm

🤭 i meann look at Alejandro 😭🫦

Ghost: giggles I get it for him, but Captain Price??

he's hot what

Ghost: hot, maybe, but DILF? No! 😭

HE IS A DILF JOHN PRICE IS THE ULTIMATE DILF COME AND FIGHT ME

Captain Price: hearing what you say in the distance EXCUSE ME WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY??

oups.. you are a dilf..

Ghost: giggles Captain do you know what that term means?

ghost don't tell him noooooo

Ghost: I’m sorry to tell you Sir, but DILF means ‘Dad I’d Love to F*ck-‘

ghost you fooking traitor 😡💀

Gaz: giggles I knew you were a simp for Captain-

ALRIGHT CAPTAIN YOU ARE A DILF IM NOT ASHAMED TO SAY IT

Ghost: giggles Captain now has to live with the fact that we all think he’s a DILF now 🤭

Alejandro is also a dilf 🤭

Ghost: loudly laughing ALEJANDRO IS A WHAT NOW?!?

he is a dilf what 🤭🫦

Ghost: gasp I get why you say Price is one but Alejandro??? Come on-

you didn't see him working out in compassion shirt or at the beach so hush it ghost 🤭🤭🤭

Ghost: gasp YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT SHOW ME PICS-

you snitched on me and told price what dilf mean so you won't get any pics 😡

Ghost: BUT I WANNA SEE ALERJANDRO- :(

Gaz: laughing Ghost is acting so childish.

NO HE'S MINE

Ghost: WHYYYYY

BECAUSE I DECIDED SO YOU DOUBLE DECKER BRIT BUS

Ghost: gasp I DID NOT JUST GET INSULTED TO THIS DEGREE-

🤭🤭🤭

Ghost: whispers ^how ^dare ^you-

how dare i yes i dared

Ghost: gasp ^you’re ^going ^to ^hell-

see you there bae

Ghost: gasp I DID NOTHING WRONG

YOU WATCHED SOAP DANCING HOW THE F YOU DID NOTHING WRONG 😡

Ghost: CAPTAIN I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE IT BUT HOW WAS I MEANT TO UNSEE IT?!

go to settings press memory press delete all

Ghost: HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT- pokes his eyes aggressively to remove the image

YOU DID WHAT YOU'RE BLIND NOW YOU DUMP SHITE

Ghost: gasp I’M NOT THE DUMB ONE IN THIS GROUP CHAT-

yeah you're the second on the podium, Soap is the first with no braincells in that head

Ghost: gasp SOAP CAN ACT LIKE A DUMBASS SOMETIMES BUT IT’S ONLY SOMETIMES, YOU IDIOTS DO IT 24/7-

WHERE THE F DID THE REST DISSAPER 😭😭😭💀

alright kids, this is the reason i don't have a relationship or a career. insane and dump on daily basis.. but at least we got some humor left that no one finds funny beside myself and my dog (I don't have one)

alright that's it, my chats are worse i am keeping this out of weird and dump ily all tell me if i need to do a part 2

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↪ 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹 . ( a collection of sentence starters from S4 of syfy’s wynonna earp . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

still not looking at your ass .

does it hurt ?

a first - aid kit , yeah ... that’s something we should have , right ?

what kind of psychopath doesn’t use a pen ?

come voluntarily or you’ll be taken by force .

is that why you’ve been so moody and unpredictable ?

absorbent is as absorbent does .

well , that’s a felony .

you could’ve killed me !

it’s nice to see a familiar face .

i need to find [ name ] .

a little help , please .

when i find [ name ] , i am gonna torture her .

you’re alright now .

[ name ] , you came .

[ name ] , i need you to come with me .

i don’t even get where you’re going .

you PROMISED you’d be honest .

let me have a sip of thinking juice , here .

what aren’t you telling me ?

so you also lied to me about NOT lying ??

i need to atone for my recent history .

we’ve all done bad things to each other .

you’re being forgetful . or kind .

next time someone has to risk their lives , YOU’RE IT !

god , you are such a ...

i would do literally anything to keep her safe .

sometimes life is a real backpack of balls .

i am so serious , shut your mouth .

if you die , i’ll kill you !

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

i swore to protect you .

listen , we can help each other , alright ?

is everything a sex joke to you ?

who’s a girl gotta screw around here to get a gun ?

that sounds kinda lesbian .

[ name ] , how could you ?

i’ll show you how it’s done .

you’re stronger than i expected .

i told you , i’m leaving .

[ name ] , what the hell ?!

are you real ?

something here is pretty off .

we’ll think a little better with some fire in our bellies .

say your piece , [ name ] .

it’s just so good to be home .

who are you ?

i thought i’d be safe in here .

the only place scarier than in here , is out there .

i didn’t mean it like that . not at all .

please don’t say you’re sorry anymore . you don’t need to be .

vacation’s over , assholes !

please tell me everyone’s okay , [ name ] .

what really happened to [ name ] ?

i know i let everyone down .

i hope that means there’s no hard feelings .

as you all know , i excel at having opinions .

i wish i knew what we were up against .

don’t yell at me .

home - brewed mold juice will NOT defeat pure evil !

at first i thought it was irrelevant , but then i figured it out .

what does a [ last name ] know about keeping their word ?

there’s been enough crime today .

[ name ] , what’s going on ?

why do i taste skunk ?

that would get my slacks off in a second .

please don’t get off on the wrong foot .

i know every curve . every sigh . every taste .

yeah , i guess i forgot .

i can’t wait for the rest of our lives to unfold .

sorry , i’m just . i’m so distracted .

thanks for taking care of my friend .

i feel like i can handle it .

baby , i’m sorry nobody’s here .

you’re sorry we’re alone in the house ?

i could introduce you .

i’m merely here to conduct business .

everyone knows you’re [ name’s ] man .

stand down , big boy . all it is to me is interesting .

i’m sexy , i’m cute , i found it in a boot .

sometimes i feel like you’re keeping me a secret .

love wins , after all .

you stay away from us .

even if your family sucks , you don’t .

you ... opposite of suck .

crush ? don’t say that , okay - not here .

there’s easier ways to say you feel different .

can we go ? now ? like , right now ?

rule number one , we do not work for the enemy !

you’re better than this .

what do you want me to do ?

you wanna see childish ? how about this ?

i know you ... and you know me .

what the hell is this place ?

i don’t have my gun !

you have me .

it’s high time we leave this place .

i got you . i got you .

what did you do ?! idiot , what did you do ?!

all i have is my people .

i owe you nothing .

you may be dumbstruck but you’re not an idiot .

what are you doing sleeping with a pistol under your pillow ?

it’s my bedroom , i’ll ask the questions .

i’ve been keeping watch .

we don’t talk about that anymore .

oh my god , don’t ever do that to me again !

say hello to my little friend ...

in the future , if you wanna hurt me - just say please .

give me one good reason why i shouldn’t pluck your eyes out like grapes ... then steal these shades .

i’ve made my own fate .

i knew you could handle yourself .

demons can’t hold their liquor .

you are a welcome sight for these sore eyes .

it’s so good to be home ... and in your arms .

extreme makeover , homo edition ? kill the drill .

what choice do we have ?

speaking of the team , has anyone seen [ name ] since this morning ?

all that matters is he’s safe .

we all did what we had to do to survive .

what’s happening to me ?

i can’t wait anymore . it’s been over a year .

can you help ?

the price is steep .

i will do anything to get her back .

[ name ] , it’s all coming back to me . i did something terrible .

sweetie , it’s okay -- just ... spit it out .

any man that would shoot another man in the back doesn’t deserve to be known or remembered .

you miss it , don’t you ?

the rules were simpler , then .

i don’t have the luxury of getting old and forgetting all the things i’ve done .

i’d like to know the plan before i celebrate it .

they don’t deserve death , they deserve to be destroyed .

you look like you need an ambulance .

so we’re dealing with what , some kind of hex ?

we need to focus on a cure .

wise words from a leader of tomorrow .

oh , great -- you’ve heard of me .

you listen to me , goddammit .

everyone still needs me to keep them safe .

this thing between you and i isn’t over until i say it’s over .

how am i supposed to live a normal life ? why the fuck would i want to ?

just once i’d like for someone to come in with flowers .

i don’t pick sides . i’m in it for myself , does that sound familiar ?

it’s a compliment . it’s how we’ve both managed to survive .

noble men do not have the luxury of being neutral in times of war .

i like taking care of you . i’d be happy to do it for the rest of our lives .

you did something terrible . but you being you , how terrible could it be ?

i come bearing apology beer .

do you wanna hear my sob story ?

i did manage to get my hands on this stupid thing .

you are everything .

hide your kids , hide your wives , ‘cause we are storming the fucking castle .

can you not do that right now , during my rousing speech ?

don’t jump to plan c before we’ve even tried plan a .

wait , wait -- are you sure about this ?

no , no -- GAH , I’M GONNA KILL YOU !

i shouldn’t have given up , cause that’s what i did . i gave up .

i let everyone down , but today i’m gonna change that .

i need you to kill me .

hey , i know how this looks .. but i’m asking you to TRUST me .

#this is only eps 1-4 i'll update as i rewatch <3 #rp meme #rp sentence starters #rp prompt

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Kat, my beloved, I love you. 🥹🥹🥹

For the GMNO’s October Spooktacular, may I pretty please have my favorite grumpy apocalypse man, Joel Miller, and something like smutty/fluffy, just like some good time sexiness?

You are incredible, and I thank you very much. 🥰🥰🥰

Spooktacular Day 6: Trick or Treat

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: F (i initially meant to make this smutty but this went in a totally different direction and i’m not completely mad at it?? maybe a part two??)

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“You remember what to say?” Joel walked with his six-year old daughter, Sarah, up to his neighbors house, Tommy on her other side.

“Trick or treat,” she repeated the phrase her father had been teaching her over the last few weeks, this Halloween marking her first ever trick-or-treat experience.

“Alright,” Joel chuckled and stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell, Tommy waiting behind the two.

“Well, hello. What do we have here?”

Joel’s breath was stolen from his lungs at the sight of his new neighbor, beautiful and around his age unlike all the others.

“Trick or treat!” Sarah exclaimed with a smile, holding her pumpkin-shaped pale towards you.

“Remember the song I taught ya?” Tommy whispered to the little girl while Joel stared ahead at you, unable to form any words but his lips parted anyways.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me somethin’ good to eat! If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll pull down your—“

“Alright,” Joel shushed his daughter with a chuckle, turning to give Tommy who was snickering behind them an unamused glare. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No, I thought that was great. Encore!” You smiled down at the girl, eyes unwilling to look too closely at the handsome dilf you’d been eyeing since you moved in last month. You reached into the candy bowl on your entry table and grabbed a handful, not worried about being too generous since you hadn’t seen many children besides Sarah around the neighborhood.

“Thank you,” Sarah grinned and looked up at her dad, Joel still gawking at you. “Can we go to another house now?”

“Yeah, uh, sure, honey,” he reluctantly turned his eyes away from you and to his daughter, petting the top of her head. “Tommy, you wanna take her next door, I’ll catch up with y’all in a second.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, both of you watching as Sarah and Tommy started towards the house across the street.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked finally, confused but intrigued by his staying behind. Joel turned to you with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the doormat beneath his boots.

“I, uh, just wanted to introduce myself, I guess.” His green eyes met yours and you felt your cheeks heat, a smile finding its way to your face at the sight of him so nervous. You’d been admiring him from a distance for so long, but the view from up close was better than anything you could’ve imagined. “I’m Joel, that’s my little girl, Sarah. And that’s my little brother, Tommy.”

You nodded, giving him your name and shaking his hand, the warmth of his palm sending you into a frenzy. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joel, but I’m sure your wife wouldn’t be too happy knowing that you’ve lingered at my doorstep this long.”

“No wife.” He smirked at you, seemingly seeing through your clever way of figuring out his relationship status. “What about you? Your boyfriend gonna be mad if I ask for your number?”

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the doorframe. “No boyfriend.”

“Good, well, I’d love to take you out sometime—“

“Daddy, look! I got so much candy!” Sarah came running up the lawn to her father, showing him the inside of her pail—everyone seemingly in a generous mood tonight.

“Gonna be bouncin’ off the walls,” he chuckled and turned back to you in time to see you scribbling on a scrap of paper before handing it over to him.

“Don’t be afraid to call me whenever.” Something in your tone caused Joel to stutter, mumbling some incoherent response as he tucked the paper in his pocket.

“I—yep—uh—c-call ya—alright,” he cleared his throat and gave you a smile before quickly turning around and walking to his brother standing on the sidewalk with an amused smirk. “Don’t you dare—“

“You’re blushing!” He teased, ignoring his brothers warning. “You see that, Sarah? Your dad’s blushing like a little girl.”

“Little girls don’t blush that bad.” Both men chuckled at her wit, Joel shaking his head and pushing his daughter forward.

“Come on, you two.” Joel chuckled again and shook his head. “Tweedledee and Tweedledum, I swear.”

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #tlou fic #tlou joel #spooktacular ‘22

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Grailfinders #326: Elisabeth Bathory (Cinderella)

last but certainly not least, the leading lady herself, Elisabeth Bathory (Cinderella)! this sidney princess is a Lore Bard to grab the various princess powers we need from reading a metric ton of faerie tales, and she’s also a Cavalier Fighter to get herself some riding skills and her snow white protection.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: let me put myself in your shoes as a puppet loosely strung…

Ancestry & Background

everything else is pretty similar to the base Eli-chan, but we finally have one of her builds coming out after that big dragonborn update, giving us access to the Gem Dragonborn! with this new subrace, we gain access to all sorts of fun new breath weapons, but as a Sapphire dragonborn you can use a Breath Weapon that deals thunder damage! that’s right, Eli’s singing is a natively supported part of the ancestry now! this attack replaces one of your regular attacks, and you can use it proficiency times a day. you also have Draconic Resistance to thunder damage, and you can share secrets with your allies via your Psionic Mind, letting you speak telepathically with anyone within 30’ of you. also, at fifth level you can take Gem Flight for a minute per day. it’s not much, but it should help you up Castle Csejte Pyramid Himeji.

with how perfectly this subrace fits her, it’s a shame this doesn’t match her usual red scales. at least it matches the dress, right?

oh, almost forgot- you have +2 Dexterity and +1 Charisma.

you’re still a Noble though, so that’s proficiency in History and Persuasion.

Ability Scores

your scores, wildly enough, ended up exactly the same as the original- your Charisma is the highest, followed by your Dexterity, Strength, Constitution, Intelligence, and finally Wisdom is in last. you had to be reminded how to beat the final boss, that’s pretty embarrassing ngl.

Class Levels

1. Bard 1: I’m pretty sure starting as fighter is the smarter moooove, but the muuusic caalllls to meeee! it gives you proficiency in Dexterity and Charisma saves, plus some in Acrobatics to daance, Performance to siiing, and Animal Handling. that last one isn’t music-based, but just to fit the faerie-tale princess aesthetic. they always have birds or cute mice around them, y’know?

you also start off with a little Bardic Inspiration you can give allies Charisma Modifier times a day. they’re d6s you can give an ally to boost one of their attacks, saves, or checks for a short while afterwards. you can also cast Spells using your Charisma!

for cantrips, grab Dancing Lights mostly for the name (but every idol needs good lighting for photos), and Mending to make glass slippers a halfway decent idea. for your spells, Heroism and Bane will allow your singing to empower your allies or weaken your enemies respectively, while Command helps you act more princessly, and Speak with Animals will help you negotiate with the local critters for your photo shoots.

2. Bard 2: second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to all your checks that it wouldn’t usually be added to. you’re the protagonist, dangit! you have to be good at everything!

you can also cast a Song of Rest over a short rest, adding a d6 to your party’s healing.

if you’d rather your singing do the exact opposite, Thunderwave can help you with that. blast people and items back, it’s fun!

3. Bard 3: at third level you’ve read enough faerie tales to become a Lore bard, giving you proficiency in Athletics, Nature, and Survival! I guess hanging out with the seven hotties is rubbing off on you?

ew, that could’ve been phrased better.

speaking of better, you have Expertise in two skills now, doubling your proficiency bonus for Performance and Acrobatics checks.

you can also use some Cutting Words to reduce an enemy’s attack, check, or damage, reacting and spending inspiration to reduce their roll.

finally, you can cast second level spells! I’m pretty sure it was the ass-kicking that freed the other seven hotties from mind control, but it might’ve also been you casting Calm Emotions! maybe!

4. Bard 4: use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma! you use it for all your spells, so it only makes sense to make it better.

you also get another cantrip this level, Thunderclap, and a new spell! now you’ll be able to dance through the danger easily with a quick Kinetic Jaunt!

5. bard 5: yeah you get your gem flight this level, but you can also make bigger inspiration with d8s, and you’re a font of inspiration, so they recharge on short rests instead of long ones!

you can also cast third level spells like fast friends, so now even your enemies will join in your dance numbers! as long as it won’t kill them. sorry, the torture scene will have to wait.

6. bard 6: sixth level bards have countercharm, which you actually use for once! you can spend an action to give people advantage on saves to break out of charming stuff! you also get additional magical secrets (weirdly enough, before regular magical secrets), giving you two extra spells you can learn form any spell list, not just bard! conjure barrage will help you fire off your fingies for your quick attacks, and conjure animals is the best we can do for your dwarves. sorry, we need the higher level spell slots for other stuff!

also, you can give a motivational speech now! yaaaay! that means your party gets temporary hp, and as long as that hp remains they have advantage on wisdom saves and retaliatory attacks!

7. fighter 1: bouncing over to fighter gives you a fighting style, and dueling will give your glass slippers a little more oomph! yeah, we’re calling those daggers here, sorry. still, with this fighting style you get an extra 2 damage each attack!

also, you can use your bonus action to gather a second wind for some more health between short rests! princesses never give up, right?

8. fighter 2: second level fighters can make an action surge once per short rest so you can action while you action! its kind of like quickened spell, but you can use two levelled spells or even do non-spell stuff. fighters- they’re sorcerers but better.

9. fighter 3: at third level you become a cavalier, gaining proficiency in insight bc it’s the only option left for you. you’re also born to the saddle so you can’t get knocked out of your carriage that easily, and if you fall less than 10 feet you land on your feet. also, getting onto or off your carriage only takes five feet. as for getting the carriage? good luck! better find a fairy godmother!

(you can also place an unwavering mark on a creature you hit, and then for the next round they have disadvantage to hit anyone else. if they hurt someone else anyway, you can make a special attack on your next turn as a bonus action, it’s made with advantage and you deal extra damage too! it’s not very eli-y though)

10. fighter 4: use your first asi (as a fighter) to bump up your dexterity for a higher ac and better glass slipper attacks.

11. fighter 5: fifth level fighters get an extra attack each action. you have two feet, probably. yep, that’s all i got this level.

12. fighter 6: sixth level fighters get a bonus asi, so now your dexterity is all maxed out. your footsie game? absolutely legendary.

13. Fighter 7: a seventh level cavalier can make a Warding Maneuver as a reaction to block an incoming attack against anyone within five feet of you. this plus the disadvantage is the closest we’re getting to true invulnerability in this build, but it does add a d8 to the defender’s AC, which isn’t something to sneeze at. you can only use this once per long rest at the moment, but that one attack can be a game changer if you time it right.

14. Fighter 8: one last level of fighter for now gets you another ASI, so bump up that Constitution. now you get plenty more HP to work with, and you have an extra warding maneuver each day.

15. Bard 7: seventh level bards get fourth level spells. Confusion is really just the general vibe of Halloween events these days, but being able to direct that on your enemies is nice.

16. Bard 8: eighth level bards get one more ASI, so bump up your Charisma to the maximum for the strongest musical numbers possible! you can also Charm Monsters now. you’d probably have to use this to keep the gudemon sitting still long enough to headbutt it back to normal.

17. Bard 9: ninth level bards have a stronger song of rest, plus access to fifth level spells! healing a forest? you need Greater Restoration! or maybe a spell we’ll get next level. still, it’ll definitely work on deerlet.

18. Bard 10: the tenth level of bard is mostly just getting better at stuff we already do. bigger inspiration, another round of expertise in animal handling and persuasion, and another round of magical secrets!

while it’s not a new feature, magical secrets are always fun to get, especially since yours are Hallow to clear up that forest and Immolation to finally fire off your NP! yeah, it’s pretty brutal. if your target fails their dex save they take a bunch of damage and they keep taking damage for up to a minute, taking even more damage every time they fail their secondary saves. the spells can’t be extinguished otherwise, and if they die from that damage they don’t even leave a corpse.

19. Bard 11: we don’t really quote unquote “need’ a sixth level spell for this build, but we can’t let your fighter level get too much higher, so Otto’s Irresistible Dance is a fun addition to your repertoire. make someone dance so much they can’t move, and they can only make a save at the end of their turn, so it’s guaranteed to work for at least one turn.

20. Fighter 9: was also don’t want you to get too bardy either, so- last level is fighter. you become Indomitable, so you can reroll a failed save once a short rest. princesses aren’t supposed to be set on fire, so make sure you make those dexterity saves!

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

flight is never not useful. I’ve been over this again and again, but flying instantly nullifies the threat of a majority of enemies in D&D, especially for a spellcaster. it’s also just really cool, I’m glad wotc added the gem dragonborn.

you can do a little bit of everything, both in and out of combat, with good melee fighting skills and ac blending with your buffing, debuffing, and direct damage spells, as well as Jack of All Trades giving you at least half proficiency in literally everything.

fighter/caster is a great multiclass, helping you pump out spells super quickly.

Cons:

while the extra health and action surge from fighter are cool, your cavalier abilities have their usability tied to your strength and constitution, and you may have noticed neither of which are good, so unless you bought a carriage or horse at some point it’s mostly like you just don’t have a subclass. not fun.

also, while daggers are almost certainly the best replacement for sharpened slippers, they’re still the worst finesse weapon you could be using. just grab a rapier or something.

we never picked up mage armor anywhere, so your AC is left wanting. we maxed out your dexterity, so it isn’t bad, but you’d definitely want leather or something if you’re planning on using your slippers.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Elisabeth Bathory #Fighter #Bard

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splitting-infinities · 5 months

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Putting this under the cut bc it’s a biiiiig trigger warning for coming out and aphobia.

Basically I’m out to my mom and it was painful. I’m going to take another week off writing and posting bc I need to deal with this. Thanks for understanding

This week I saw real proof that asking whether or not someone is heterosexual and then saying “oh but you don’t have to answer” is a disingenuous question. Why? If you decline to answer, that just as good as admitting you’re queer to some people. It’s an unfair situation to be in, because being asked this usually means it’s too late and you’ve already been clocked. It’s entrapment.

This is how I got stuck coming out to my mom this week and now she knows I’m ace for the entirety of my visit for the holidays where it’s just her and me and my dad. I feel like a bug in a petri dish being studied, and my mom now knows the one secret I promised myself I’d never share with her.

I phrased it as “I’m only telling you the answer to this question because I trust you” but did I mean it? Idk. Maybe it was damage control. A fawn response. Regardless. Now I have to answer all the questions that hurt and bleed.

“I worry that you’ll die alone, doesn’t that scare you? Don’t you think this is a concern?”

“You say you would live with your friends but what happens when they marry off and leave you behind?”

“How do you know you don’t want to have sex if you’ve never tried it?”

“Is this my fault because of how I raised you?”

“You aren’t as emotionally mature, you’ll probably feel differently in five years.”

“I have a nice boy I want to set you up with, maybe this will fix things. Can I set up a zoom call?”

I’m so tired. I feel so vulnerable and exposed. Yeah, I’m not disowned and she said I’m enough without a partner so maybe it’ll get better. Certainly could’ve gone worse. But I wasn’t exactly expecting the asexual coming out panopticon on my bingo card this year.

pray for me or something please I guess.

In case it’s not obvious I won’t be writing or posting this week. I need time. Thanks for understanding

#tw coming out #cw aphobia #asexuality

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myriad-writings · 2 years

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late night talking - b.h.

-billy hargrove x reader

-less than 1k words

-little sleepy chit chat and out of character softness

The red digital number on the bedside table read 1:00 a.m., then 1:30, then 2:00, yet Billy can’t seem to rest. Not out of the ordinary for his sleeping patterns, though still quite annoying. He lays with his torso slanted upright against the headboard, trapped in this position by your head on his shoulder and weight against his side. Unlike him, you were knocked out cold and breathing evenly in your soft sleep, almost as if to spite him, but he knew better than that. He blew the smoke from his second cigarette that night away from your face so he didn't disturb you and snuffed out the last of it in the ashtray beside him.

Taking a deep sigh, he leaned his head back and shut his eyes, trying once again to get even one godforsaken hour of sleep tonight. Though he knew the efforts would be in vain, he focused on your even breathing to try to relax his own into slumber.

However, no sooner did he focus on your breathing did it hitch as you twitched in your sleep, evidently having a not-so-great dream. Moments later, your eyes open in a split second of panic before realizing where you are, with Billy’s hand coming up to cup the side of your face in comfort. “Hey, hey, hey,” he says, voice rough from lack of use, “what’s goin’ on?”

Settling back in your place beside him, you just sigh and shut your eyes again as he kisses the top of your head. “Just another dumb dream, not as bad as usual though.” He hums in understanding, neither of you needing to say much else on the matter.

Obviously Billy had struggled with lack of sleep and nightmares in the months following the Mind Flayer incidents, but you had also. It was a healing process with a mutual understanding of what both of you were struggling with, which was nice in a sense, because neither party had to explain themselves too much when they were having a particularly hard day. You looked up at his face finally to see him absentmindedly staring at the wall, the fresh scent of cigarette smoke telling you all you needed to know. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having trouble sleeping again? You could’ve woken me up.”

He shrugged lightly, adjusting now that you were awake so he was more so on his side now and could face you easier. “You’re sleeping regularly again, no need for both of us to be up all night. Besides, not much can be done about it.”

“I guess, but it’s probably lonely. I can keep you company, or at least annoy you to sleep,” you reply, earning a low chuckle from Billy.

“I think the phrase is boring me to sleep, babe.”

“Well I can try that, too,” you crack back at him, smiling and satisfied to at least see him at ease and not agonized over not being able to sleep. “But I’m up now, and I’m not going back to sleep without you, c’mere.” You reach out to him, inviting him to lay on your chest as you had been laying on his before, which he accepted. Once comfortable, you play with his hair the way you knew he liked, twirling a singular curl around your finger before letting it spring back into place. “Anything you wanna talk about?”

He grunts at your prompt, closing his eyes in comfort. He reminded you of a cat in that sense. “Not anything new. Just not tired, thinking about everything.”

“It’s not that you’re not tired, you just can’t relax.”

“Yeah that, like I’m always alert or some shit. I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he grumbles, frustrated about the way his brain hasn’t let him rest lately. You rub his back soothingly to try to help.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I feel like there’s more I should be doing to help,” you offer, feeling guilty that he had made you so comfortable and calm the past few months while still struggling with himself.

He shook his head slightly, pressing a reassuring kiss to your collarbone, which was the nearest skin he could reach without moving. “You’ve done more than enough, this is actually the comfiest I’ve been all week,” he mumbles, making you giggle a little bit at the way he moves impossibly closer to you. “But seriously, don’t think about it like that. You’re doing great just by being around.”

You hum in response as his arm comes up around your torso, laying flat across your stomach like a soothing weight. “Promise?”

He chuckles at the childlike nature of the question. “Yeah, I promise. You can go back to sleep, I’m finally dozing off down here.” You smile and kiss his forehead in response, before shutting your eyes and letting your hand fall stagnant in his hair. You wait until you feel his body relax and hear his breathing even out before going back to sleep yourself. And this time, neither of you have any nightmares for the rest of the night

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove imagine

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inksandpensblog · 6 months

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I guess I see, but Ava/avm has never been a “karma” narrative really, it was never really about “deserving” or “people getting what’s coming to them.”

Like take a look at mango for instance, if it was about “karma” than Mango would’ve had something “bad” happen to him after he tried to destroy Minecraft, but that never happens. Same thing with pretty much any of the antagonists. It feels :/ when that’s never what the narrative was about.

Choosen has definitely done bad things and could’ve handled things in general better, but he is also still *trying* to do good. He clearly doesn’t want other sticks to be hurt, which in my opinion does matter, and him making bad decisions is very much is not on the same level as Victim going out of his way to torture regardless of his reasons.

Oh I’m not saying that’s what AvA is about. That’s just how narratives work in my experience: every action has consequences, at some point. Good actions have good consequences, bad actions have bad consequences, etc. Sometimes those consequences happen naturally, as a result of how those actions of the character play out. If this doesn’t happen, though, consequences will be visited upon the character by some other force.

Dark killed the color gang, and then got his ass kicked when Second unlocked his powers in response. That’s a direct example of naturally-occurring consequences in the narrative.

Mango tried to destroy Minecraft, and then changed his mind and apologized, and in response was forgiven. This is also a direct example of naturally-occurring consequences in the narrative.

Chosen rampaged with Dark. Then he stopped rampaging, but didn’t step in to stop Dark from rampaging. Then he did step in to stop Dark from trying to send virabots all across the web (he wasn’t the one who finally stopped Dark in the end, but he did try), and lost his only friend in the process. Each of these events is a natural consequence of the previous.

Now, for AvA6 so far:

Chosen kidnaps Second for his powers, not listening when Orange says he has none. And then, when Chosen realizes that Orange was telling the truth and tries to pull him out of the danger that Chosen put him in, Chosen gets downed by the mercenaries in response. This is a natural consequence.

And then there’s The Box:

Chosen…tries to get out of a strange box, and stop the other stick in said box from harassing him; a stick whom, to the best of our knowledge, he has never met before. And then, in response…he gets beaten into submission.

That doesn’t seem like a natural consequence, does it. These consequences are being visited upon Chosen by Victim, and we don’t know what Chosen has done for this to be the response his actions have purportedly earned.

When I said you can disagree on whether you believe that what happened to Chosen in The Box is narratively justified, and then said that “I do,” I meant that I also disagree 😅 I could’ve phrased it more clearly though; I think I gave you the mistaken impression that I believe Chosen’s treatment in this episode was narratively justified. I do not.

#animator vs animation #sorry it took me so long to answer I haven’t had time today

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do expand on the allegory

there’s probably better ways this has been phrased or analyzed but. snowgrave is just so Suddenly heteronormative compared to the rest of the game that it’s almost impossible to ignore—deltarune (and by extension undertale) has always been about queerness and gay relationships and the characters’ freedom of choice in terms of that—and as i understand, this sudden Straightwashing, let’s call it that, is to amplify the fact that something is veeery very deeply wrong and that these two characters have no choice or autonomy.

we have kris who is neither a man nor a woman and who isn’t implied to have romantic feelings towards anyone (all we know is that they really like susie, but it’s not clear in which way exactly), and we have noelle who is a lesbian and explicitly shown to have feelings for a character who is not kris, and she would like to just be friends with kris actually. but what happens in snowgrave? they’re suddenly put in a very hetero mold.

despite their genders and sexualities there is not a single queer thing about their snowgrave relationship. kris is shown as the domineering traditionally masculine one: they’re stoic, controlling, they make all the decisions and so on. noelle is shown as the submissive traditionally feminine one: always having to follow what kris says because she is ‘bound’ to them (i.e. married). and speaking of marriage, snowgrave just has a lot of wedding symbolism: noelle in a white dress with angel wings, the ring, the “we’re something else” ??? it all adds onto the inherent Wrongness of it all. and i think it can also be taken several ways. now that kris and noelle have been put in a seemingly straight relationship, they act like the ‘usual’ straight married couple portrayed in media: meaning they’re not actually happy together and want to get away from each other. but on the other hand the whole concept also rings of arranged marriages or forced marriages, of putting a queer person (or people) into a hetero relationship/marriage in hopes of fixing them somehow

umm i’m sure there’s more to be talked about but you probably get the general idea. and like i said in the beginning this whole allegory is used to amplify the central theme of deltarune: control. relationships can and often are used as a form of control over someone’s life, and i think the way toby fox uses that in snowgrave is really interesting. because let’s be honest, it wasn’t Needed: we could’ve just had your typical genocide route where we manipulate someone into murder and etc etc. but the romantic subtext just really hammers it home that This Is Wrong. that this is not what kris or noelle want. that kris has no choice but to follow the player’s commands no matter how uncomfortable it is. and fuck me is it uncomfortable, to shove these two gay kids into what is basically a straight abusive marriage for no real reason other than your own amusement. They dont call it the weird route for nothing i guess

#i hope this is comprehensive enougjh #im still sick and my head feels funny. and m SOO hungry starving white woman #but yeah #cramswering

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Tbh… you should totally drop your adrian shephard headcanons pls……..

OWCH OW OW OFYCK FUCK FUCK CRAMPS OCUH OC WO OWWWW

- filipino. hehehHAHAHAHAHA 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

- He doesn’t know how to speak tagalog. Just picked up some words and phrases that his parents said.

- Agender. Lmfao. Aro bisexual

- I’ve been kinda thinking abt what his typology would be. Whats there to even type LMFAOO. But ermm. I’ve been thinking sp7, sx6, 8fix, 3fix. He’d def be like a 3V tbh.

- His spore launcher grew up. YAYY!!! Spore launcher, erm, shock trooper, acts like an angsty teen now.

- Adrian: ya man so like. I would be carrying this baby alien around with me and he SPITS OUT FUCKING uh FRUIT GRENADES AND SHIT like thats fucking sick man wish I can spit out fruit grenades Shock trooper: ddaaaaaad, ur embarassing me.. 😡😡😡

- But they’re both happy they were able to reunite <:3 HEHEHEHEHE

- Adrian was in stasis all like “that mf BETTER NOT BE DEAD.. THAT WAS MY SSON…..”

FUCK OW OW OWWW

- i hate his cannon (ish?) personality. Tf u mean “adventure”?? Acting like ur going to a field trip and shit. Omfg.

- That being said. He does try to look for opportunities of “adventure”. Type of guy to purposely get himself lost. Like he’d be walking home and go “damn bruh what if I just went a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT route than I usually do”. Chris McCandless ass 😭😭

- I feel like he’s the younger sibling 💀💀LIKE THE TYPE WHO ACTS MORE CHILLER AND I GUESS MORE MATURERER THAN THE OLDER ONE. Mitchell tries so hard to be like a role model for him but adrians jus chilling

- (This is after like stasis. So like, hl2) hates being in the dark (literally). Hates being alone too. He’s not like super duper social or anything but he tries to surround himself with people or at least someone to keep him company.

- Touch starved, lmfao.

- Foams at the mouth at the sight of grass and light /j

- He gets overwhelmed (physically) easily. Light gives him a headache. He notices sounds more.

- Adrian’s upset that his home is kinda, gone. And he feels rlly homesick and there’s nothing he could do 😭😭😭 bro came back from 20 years of the void and he finds out that everything has completely changed.

- Cuz like. In his years of stasis he was fantasizing about being back at Earth and what he would do again, then he comes back and ITS TERRIBLEEE 😭😭😭

- Hungry. Appreciates his meals alot more than he did before. I mean who wouldn’t, look at WHAT EARTH IS IN HL 2. THE COMBINE FOOD IS NASSSSTTYY AND SOME PEOPLE BE JOINING CIVIL PROTECTION FOR IT.

- this isnt an adrian shephard hc. But like i like to think rebel bases has like those filipino tricycles, the ones with a motercycle attached to like a cab. Yk? Alyx rides on them a few times. Hc she’s also (partially) filipino 🇵🇭🇵🇭

- he used to be kind of a germaphobe. Bro washed his hands two-three times for more than 20 seconds each. Like he’d wash his hands and go “damn wait a minute what if I didn’t wash it enough. One more time just in case.” He carried hand sanitizer with him everywhere. Washed his face and doused himself in lysol disinfectant spray whenever he came into contact with something that “just felt dirty”. Wiped down his belongings after someone borrowed it. Tried not to open doorknobs directly with his hands as much as possible. Used to be hesitant on petting stray animals. He grew out of it, eventually. Lol. Such a 1F (ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO)

- I mean he’s an animal person tho. That’s just a collective agreement at this point. That mf liked animals. He likes otters. The spore launcher reminded him of an otter.

- Hated being seen as weak or pathetic. Tries to make himself important. Hates people seeing him emotional. Tries to act calm and collected and shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing most of the time.

- Likes journaling. I do too. He glues scraps and other stuff on a page when he didn’t feel like writing.

- Feels like he failed something. Like he could’ve reached his fullest potential but didn’t. Erm. Wasn’t able to at least.

- gman bullies him cuz he thinks it’s fucking funny as hell. Like, just do things that would inconvenience Adrian slightly (not rlly slightly). Like gman moves furniture precisely where Adrian would hit his elbow really hard, flinch and turn around really fast, then hits his head on another piece of furniture, then he falls over and hit his back on the edge of a chair.

- Gman would abruptly teleport next to adrian, trip him over, then immediately disappear right before Adrian could get up.

- Yk. Stuff like that.

- Adrian’s lowkey scared of gman. I mean shit I would be too if I was him. He’s scared that gmans gonna come in and ruin everything for him. Gordon is too, I could go into detail and my gordon hcs I literally have notes for it. anyways.

- He dyed his hair blonde

Theres more buuut WHATEVER. Some of these dont even rlly have an apparent reason I jus be like “ya this got to be adrain shephard” and believe its true

Part 2 if someone asks this question again FILIPINO EDITION🇵🇭🇵🇭😇😇/j

#FUCK OW OW MENSTRAL CRAMPS

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thedeductionpage · 1 year

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How To Get Accurate But Interesting Deductions

Note: I’m working on…working on a little project on deduction, I think it’ll be pretty interesting, once finished. It’s a pretty laborious one that requires the collection of information and a lot more bullshit, so…you probably won’t be seeing that, anytime soon.

Okay, so back to the topic: How to get accurate but interesting deductions. This is very broad. Honestly, I chose this title because I knew that the kind of people who’d be attracted to it would probably be the ones who need to hear it. Some phrases these people may use while reasoning:

“Because they’re an idiot”

“Because they want to impress potential romantic partners”

“Because they’re slow”

“Because they’re shallow”

“They’re mentally unwell *insert mental illness here*”

If you find yourself saying these things, then you probably need to read this post. Humanization: it’s important. I’m not here to be the morality police, or whatever— it’s just a fact.

Do you want to stop getting the same, surface level, inaccurate, blanket statement deductions? Then deduce people, not a version of your projections. If you haven’t guessed, I lean more towards the psychological aspect of deduction, and I’ve gathered that humanizing the people you deduce will help you psychologically profile them.

The thing is, deductionists sometimes underestimate or dehumanize the people they’re deducing. Whether they do it to feel better about themselves, to force a more interesting story onto their person in order to come up with more exciting conclusions, or whatever they’ve got going on, doesn’t matter. The point is, they don’t think other people are allowed to be intelligent, or substantial and interesting.

As a deductionist, one of the worst things you can do is judge the person you’re deducing. It’s not your job to judge them, you’re supposed to be analyzing them.

Your projections and clumsy methodology will only get in the way of that. When you deduce them, give your person a chance. Give them as much justice as you would want to be done onto you. If you want accurate deductions, then actually treat people like…people. Look for meaning in everything, then just discard the ones that don’t fit into the picture— it’s better than missing a piece.

For example, a person I was deducing, along with others, had an old blanket with cartoons on it. Here’s how one person went wrong:

Cartoon blanket—> immature, possibly autistic/ADHD, not many friends.

Can’t they just be young or sentimental?

Either attached to childhood, looking for comfort, or financially unstable?

No books—> stupid, shallow, immature.

E-books are a thing. His book could’ve been in his locker, at school, or hell, in his backpack in another room.

Shoes inside the room—> messy, no parents at home, slob.

Could be, or it could be a matter of convenience. It could be a matter of routine. Or, he could have extracurriculars and has to be somewhere, after. He could have a social thing, which would go against the whole “no friends, loser” thing.

When you deduce someone, treat it like a courtroom inside your head. There are two attorneys, the defense, and the prosecutor. One person looks for meaning, stretches and bends over backwards to redeem your person, while the other just goes buckwild and absolutely shits all over their little head. It’s called balance.

People are allowed to be as smart and interesting, maybe even moreso, than you. People are allowed to be complex.

Anyways, I know I neglect this blog a lot. In my defense, you hit a certain plateau, when you’ve been deducing for a while. I don’t know when I’ll upload again, but…ya’ll eatin’ today. Bye.

#bbc sherlock #deduction #deduce #logic #logicalreasoning #sherlockbbc

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