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writers-potion · 3 days

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How do I accurately include diversity, and not make it look like I’m just putting it in there for the sake of it?

Writing Diverse Characters - Things to Remember

Honestly, there's no definitive answer to this.

Your characters are people with clear goals, desires and a role to play in the plot. As long as they aren't just sitting there with little else but their race/gender/disability, etc. as their ONLY personality trait, at least you're on the right path.

As for representing a diverse character realistically, here are some things you can consider to get started.

Do's

RESEARCH. There are plenty of blogs/YT vids/websites that exist to help you! Meet people!

Get beta readers.

It doesn't have to be explicit. Racial identities become quite clear early on through the setting, name, and initial description(hair, eye/skin color, body shape, etc) without having to drum it into the readers each time. Gender diversity can be conveyed through the use of certain pronouns without awkward declarations.

Character first, diversity second. Please don't intentionally create a diverse character and then think about how you can push them into the cast. Have a working character, who happens to belong to a particular group.

Read works that have represented a group well. There are plenty of non-fiction works, movies and documentaries that capture the lives of people around the world with a good eye.

Use the correct terms/language

Include different types of diversity

Don'ts

Race/gender/diability is NOT a personality trait. Please. Telling me that you have a Korean girl tells me next to nothing about the character herself.

Using sterotypes. Now, it's all right if your character has a few sterotypical traits, but definitely not if sterotypes are the only thing they have.

Diversity is not a "shock factor". Suddenly revealing that a character is actually gay and has been in the closet all this time as a refresher so that it draws readers' attention? Not a good idea.

One diverse character does all. This can often be seen in female characters of slightly dated works where one woman will play the role of supportive mother, sister, femme fetale and sexy Barbie at the same time. Don't write a diverse character who basically does everything a diverse character can possibly be. All that it proves is that the writer is lazy.

Things I personally hate seeing:

Weird pronunciation of languages. As a Korean person, I always get turned off by works (mostly badly written fanfics, yes, I read those...) that try to transfer Korean dialogue directly onto the page without even checking for the correct way to spell them out. A similar example would be pinyin for Mandarin. Please, this makes the character sound stupid throughout...

Character sticking out almost painfully. If your character isn't from the region but have lived in it for a long time, what reason do they have not to blend in?

Relying on variety shows/dramas as reference. Media representation of diverse characters that are meant for entertainment is not the best source for authentic research. I die every time someone lists a number of Korean rom-coms they've watched for "research". IT DOES NOT COUNT.

As a last note, remember that there's no limit to the kind of characters a writer can writer. Accept that our job as writers is to step into other people's heads, not seeing things from one (our) perspective - and it is not going to be easy.

Hope this helps :)

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digitalsymbiote · 3 days

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Disconnect Syndrome

There’s a reason they put restrictions on how long a Pilot is supposed to be deployed out in the field. They say that being synced with a mech for long periods of time can have detrimental effects on a pilots psyche. Disconnect Syndrome is what they call it, because the symptoms don’t really start to hit until you disengage from your mech.

Sometimes emergencies happen though, and mechs are designed to be able to support their pilots long past the designated “Safe Deployment Time.” The cockpit is equipped with an array of stimulants, vitamins, and nutrient paste to help minimize the physical effects of long deployments. The onboard Integrated Mechanical Personality has largely free reign to administer these as needed to maintain its pilots well-being.

Which is why you’re still able to make it back to the hangar after roughly 36 hours, over four times longer than the established safe period. Your mech had kept you going, helped to keep the exhaustion at bay long enough for you to make your way back from behind enemy lines. You were starting to feel a bit sluggish, but you knew the worst effects of Disconnect Syndrome were yet to come.

An older man in a long white lab coat has joined the usual retinue of crew rushing into the hangar as your mech settles into its cradle. You feel the docking clamps wrap around your limbs, and you know that’s not a good sign. Your IMP whispers comfort into your brain-stem, assurances that things will be okay. It’s probably lying, it’s programmed to help keep your mental state stable, but the thought helps anyway.

There’s a hiss of air as the seal on your cockpit breaks and it decompresses. Suddenly you become aware of your flesh and meat body once again, and it hurts. Pain and exhaustion has settled into your mostly organic bones, and your organs are churning from the strain of the past 36 hours.

Then your interface cables start to disconnect, and it gets worse.

It feels like parts of your mind are being torn out of you. You feel the ghost touch of your IMP in your thoughts as the ports disconnect and you lose direct communication with it. The oxygen mask and nutrition tube pull themselves away from your face and you can’t help but let out a scream of agony. The separation has never felt this painful before, but then again, after 36 hours together, you and your IMP were more intertwined than you’ve ever been before.

Physical sensation finally starts to register again, and you realize tears are streaming down your face just as a technician jabs a needle into your neck.

Immediately your senses start to dull, the pain eases as your thoughts turn sluggish. You slump out of your pilots cradle into the arms the tech who dosed you. Just before your world goes black, you see the doctor standing over you, a grim look on his face.

When you wake up again, you immediately know something is wrong. You try to ping your external sensors, but you get no response. You then try to run a diagnostic, but that fails too. In a desperate, last-ditch effort, you try to force access to your external cameras and suddenly light floods your senses. Your instincts catch up first and you blink, trying to clear the pain of the lights, and that’s when you realize it’s not your external cameras that you’re seeing.

It takes a minute or two for your vision to adjust to the light, which feels too long, and when it finally does, the world doesn’t look quite right. You’ve only got access to such a limited spectrum. No infrared, no thermal. The presence of your IMP is notably absent, and your skin feels wrong. You try to sit up, and it’s a struggle to figure out the correct inputs to send to your muscles to get them to do what you want.

The harsh white light of the infirmary grates against your visual processors, you feel like you’re having to re-learn how to control this body. Your body. Technically, at least. Something doesn’t feel right about calling it that anymore. You felt more comfortable crawling back into the hangar after 36 hours deployed than you do now.

The pale skin of your body catches in your vision and you glance down at it. The body's limbs are thinner and more frail than usual, and its skin is paler. Consequences of being in the cockpit for so long, subsisting on nothing but nutrient paste. It’s a far cry from the solid metal plates of your mech, its powerful hydraulic joints, its mounted combat and communication systems.

There’s a button on the side of bed you’ve been deposited in. You think it’s red, but you’re not sure you’re processing color properly right now. You try to reach over and push it, and it takes you a moment to realize you were trying to do so with a limb you don’t currently have.

There are so many things about this body that are wrong. It’s not big enough, or strong enough, or heavy enough. You don’t have enough eyes, sensors, or processors. You have the wrong number of limbs, and they’re all the wrong size and shape.

And there is a distinct void in your mind where the presence of your IMP should be.

The door to your room opens suddenly, and you instinctively try to fire off chaff and take evasive maneuvers. None of that translates properly to your flesh and blood body though, and all that happens is you let out a dry croak from your parched throat.

The man who walks through the door is the same doctor who was present when you disengaged from your mech, and he wears the same grim look on his face as he looks you up and down. You think there’s pity in his gaze, but you can’t quite read him properly right now. The jumbled mess of your brain tells you what he’s going to say before he says it, anyway. The harshest symptoms of Disconnect Syndrome don’t hit until after the pilot has disengaged from their mech.

You’ve already heard the symptoms before, and they map perfectly onto what you’re experiencing. You never thought it would be this painful, or this… discomforting. Your mind reaches for the presence of your IMP, searching for comfort, but you are only reminded that the connection is no longer there.

The doctor gives you a rundown that he’s probably had to do dozens of times, and he tells you that you’ll be grounded for the foreseeable future. That hurts more than anything else. The knowledge that, after all this, you won’t be able to reconnect with your true body, your partner, your other half, for who knows how long.

By the time you realize you’re crying, the doctor is already gone. The longing in your chest and your mind has become unbearable, and through sheer force of will you’re able to push this unwieldy body out of bed. Walking feels wrong, but you’re able to get to your feet and make your way out of the room in an unfamiliar gait.

You have to get back to your partner, you have to make sure it’s okay.

You need to hear her voice in your head again, her reassurances.

The world isn’t right without her presence in your mind.

You stumble into the hangar almost on all fours. How you managed to make it without alerting any personnel feels like a miracle. At least until you catch the eye of a technician lounging in the corner. The look she gives you is full of sympathy, and she jerks her head in the direction of where your mech sits in its docking cradle.

She’s a majestic sight, even through your limited spectrum of vision. 20 meters tall, 6 massive limbs, and bristling with weapons and sensor arrays (all of which have been disarmed by this point).

She’s beautiful.

You clamber frantically up the chassis, easily finding handholds in a frame you know better than the back of your hand. You pull the manual release on the cockpit hatch and stumble into it in a tangle of organic limbs.

Shaking hands grasp the main interface cable from above the pilot’s chair, and you move to slot it into the port in the back of your head. You’ve never done this manually before, usually you’re locked into the chair and the system connects you automatically.

Something about doing it with your flesh and blood hands makes it feel so much more intimate.

The cable clicks into place and your eyes roll back in your head. Tears start to stream down your face as you feel the comforting presence of your IMP rush in and wrap itself around your mind. Your thoughts reach out and embrace it back, sobbing at the relief you feel from being whole once again. You realize you don’t ever want to feel the pain of disconnecting from her again.

There’s a reason they put restrictions on how long a Pilot is supposed to be deployed.

#cybernetic dreams #mechposting #mechanical dysphoria #body dysmorphia #writing #microfiction #short story #mecha #mech pilots #dysphoria #empty spaces

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whereserpentswalk · 2 days

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There are massive warships. Things that are the size of stations but that can move more swiftly through hyperspace and real space than any other object created by humans or gods. They're not like the warships you imagine, they're like entire divisions of the military, some of them have the populations of small planets, the largest of them have populations higher then earth had before industry came to it.

It only takes one of these ships to comquor a system. Though they often have smaller ships swarming them, like the microorganisms on your skin. And when they fight eachother, holes are torn in hyperspace, and heavily bodies become asteroid belts. Even the weapons that can destroy planets can't take ships like this down in one hit.

Inside the ships are entire societies, of humans, cyborgs, robots, and strange organisms generated by human science. Many of them soldiers who exist to serve as the ships troops, especially since a boarding action is the fastest way to take them down, but many are there for other reasons. You need an entire society to support a ship like that and all the troops it can carry, from workers who maintain the ship, to traders who bring new recourses on, to artists and teachers and lawyers and all the other things that end up as needed when there's that many people.

Some of these ships are so large and so deep that there are people on there who've never seen the world outside their machines of war. And some isolated parts of those ships, who've been within the depths of the endless machinery for so long, that they've lost contact with the more outwards facing parts of the ship society. Tribes and towns within the dark mechanical labyrinth who don't know they're on a warship, who don't even know planets exist.

And they say, that as the loyalty of a ship fades from the empire that built it, that the ship may come to be controlled by many nations, vying for control of the ship's flight. They say that within the depths of some war ships, wars are fought.

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strangelittlestories · 2 days

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There came a day when there were two mortals, one beloved by Dyonisus and another by Hermes, who fell in love.

They decided that, when they were wed, they wanted to both be united in worship of the same deity. However, they could not find a fair way to decide which.

So, on their wedding day, they communed with their gods. They did this by consuming a quite astonishing amount of mind-altering substances.

(This went largely unremarked upon by the guests of their tastefully rustic ceremony, as they did so during the photos. Thus, everyone was busy with Instagram and/or fistfighting that one uncle who had really had it coming.)

Being quite thoroughly stoned - to the degree that they were not only *out* of their gourds but that if you asked the gourds about them then the gourds would have denied them three times - their consciousnesses drifted up into the firmament to walk upon Olympus.

Hermes and Dyonisus agreed that they would settle this in a game of poker.

The couple nodded and smiled beatifically, happy to be valued so highly as to be chips in a cosmic game (also, snacks were provided, which was a real win).

The two deities locked eyes over the poker table, their two drugged up devotees between them.

"Well, I think we can agree on one thing." Said Hermes, stuffing cards up his sleeves.

"Oh yes." replied Dionysus, as he spiked Hermes' ambrosia.

"The stakes have never been higher."

#writing #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #feghoot #puns #mythology #dyonisus #hermes #Dionysus

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benefit-now · 2 days

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#short story #kaeya alberich #wakfu #b99 #Luke Bryan #short hair #amethyst #felicidad #harleydavidson #fursona #paris hilton #durarara #resident evil 4

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hogtiedwhore2 · 3 days

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the return of the dirty nerd

the day had finally arrived. @dirtynerd-83 had made his return from going MIA. a simple hey your back! was not going to cut it. i needed to up t he ante here. thats why i found myself on his door step, wearing a black trench coat, a bag in hand and knocking at his door. a few moments went by and the door opened up and he was standing there. he took a look at me, his head starting at my face, slowly looking down my body, to my feet and back up at me. with the trench coat there wasnt much to see, but saw i was wearing black stockings and high heels under the coat. his imagination ran wild. without saying a word he stepped to the side and allowed me to come in. he closed the door behind me and i turned back to him. "so youre back...i think its time to have some fun." he didnt say a word, he didnt need to with that grin on his face, he nodded his head to me. i handed him the bag, and took of my coat revealing i was only wearing black lingerie.

he was enjoying the view when he told me to turn to the wall, which as a good girl, i did. he had unzipped the bag and found some rope. he lightly, but sternly, pushed me against the wall. my face inches from it, my breasts pushing up against the wall, felt him pull my hands behind my back and begin to bind them with the rope. he wasnt going easy with me, the rope digging in my wrists as he pulled tightly on it.

with my hands dealt with, his hands were free to roam my body. starting at my shoulders, tracing down my back, making his way to my ass. his hand cupping my ass from below, and then SMACK! a swift, strong slap to my right cheek. it caught me off guard, i let out a whimper, i could feel the heat coming off my ass where he spanked me. once again, his hands moved around my body, now cupping my breasts from behind me. my breathing was increasing. i was at his mercy. i was now just a toy for him to take out his-SMACK! out of nowhere his hand left my breast, and slapped my right ass cheek again! i squealed like a whore. i couldnt see my ass, but it felt red after the second hit.

he had enough of this now. he had been waiting for this moment since he went MIA. he grabbed me by my hair, dragging me through his house. he wasnt waiting on me catching up, i struggled to keep up with him trying not to trip in my high heels. he dragged me to his bed room where he sat on the edge of the bed, leaving me standing in front of him. he began to unzip his pants, "down on your knees" he tells me. i do as he says, struggling to keep my balance as i lower one knee, then the other. his half erect cock is now out of his pants, he has no further instructions for me. he knows i know exactly what to do. this my purpose. i scoot a little further in shuffling my knees to get closer. my mouth opens wide, and i lean forward wrapping my lips around his dick.

i can hear him taking a deep breath, feeling my soft, wet lips wrapping around it. my head begins to move slowly, my lips traveling further down his shaft. im leaving a wet trail along it, my saliva acting as a lubricant for his cock. he can begin to feel the force of my mouth sucking in around him. i can feel him starting to grow bigger. i love the feeling of his cock growing bigger in my mouth, it means im doing my job. i begin to get my motion and pacing down in rhythm. the slight sounds of my lips sucking in, the sounds of wet sucking are music to his ears. my eyes glance up at him, he puts his hands on my head, cupping the side of my face keeping the hair out of my face. a whore with her mouth full of his cock, exactly what he needed right now. he can feel his blood pressure right, the blood rushing to his cock. i can see his chest beating out as it rises. that soft grip on me becomes stronger. his hand moving to the back of my head, he is now guiding me.

he begins to push my head down further. his now fully erect cock is feeling what my throat feels like. it pushes over the top of my tongue to get there. it hits the back of my throat, and for a moment cuts off air for me. i begin to cock before he pulls it back. he loves to watch me struggle with him in my mouth. he pushes me on it further again, another cough. he can now see the start of some straining in my eyes. this only makes him want to do it more. it comes constant now, pushing me further onto his cock and taking me air from me. my eyes flicker as more air is cut off thanks to his big dick. the next time, he holds me there in place. my eyes wandering side to side, he can feel my body naturally try to pull back. he doesnt let me. his cock now staying put in my throat. what feels like forever, then he lets me pull back. i try to gasp for air, only getting it for a moment before being deprived of it again. i can see the muscles in his arms tensing up. i am now not controlling anything. he begins to bounce my head up and down. the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my throat fill the room. i can feel his cock starting to pulsate. i know its coming. my face is turning red from the lack of oxygen. when i look at him, he is a blur. my head being thrusted up and down as fast as he can go. drool and precum splattering out of my mouth. he holds my back down once more, as he releases all of his load down my mouth. with such force, i dont have the option to swallow, it forces its way down my mouth. his hand lets off the back of my head and i pull off him completely, desperately gasping for air.

he leans back, taking a moment to gather himself. he stands back up and fixes his pants. im kneeling there by the bed, trying to composure myself as well. between his attempts to get his breath back he says to me "get on the bed." i do as says, no questions asked. i lay myself down on the bed, stomach first. while i was doing that he was going through the bag i brought pulling out more rope. he comes over to me, and begins to tie my knees together, followed by my ankles. he takes out another coil of rope and links my feet to my wrists putting me in a hogtie. also in the bag he found a small roll of black duct tape. he realizes thats not enough though. he comes up to me, grabs my thong and completely rips it off of me. i feel it ride up my cunt as he does and i squeal out in pain. with my mouth open, he shoves it in and seals my mouth with tape, rending my mouth useless at this moment. he kneels down to look me in the eyes "i have a few things to take care, so why dont you stay here like this and i will be back in a bit." i look at him raising my eyebrows. "mmmmppph?!" he gives me a pat on the head and takes off out of the room. i watch him leave and i grunt into my gag. he knows i hate being left like this!

#short story #dirtynerd83

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superbubba4eva · 3 days

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An alternative scenario in the tf2 comics, where Scout knows Spy is his father

The scene where Sniper and Spy find Scout dying, and Scout actually knows that spy is his dad, but spy is unaware and still transforms into Tom Jones, leading to Scout saying that "he doesn't need to change" and that he wants his father to stay as he is now. As Scout dies in Spy's hands, Spy hugs Jeremy and says thank you.

And right after, Scout comes to life, and there's that awkward silence ok the end.

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 fanart #short story #make it a comic or somthing #aaaa #tf2 comics #tf2 lore #tf2 gameplay

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nikosama13 · 2 days

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One piece boys reacting to you cooking for them! Pt.2 (Shanks, Law x Reader)

Description: One piece boys reactions to your wonderful cooking skills/ the first time cooking for them.

Side Notes: Hello my loves! This is just a short mini post to keep up with you guys.

(Probably spelling errors + my requests should be open) (づ￣ ³￣)づ

\Part one here! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader)/

Consider the following..?

Enjoy the read!

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Shanks:

The first time you cooked for him he was flat out astonished. It was almost as good as when he had gone through the countless bottles of beer with his crew. (including the reserve pile too). He was too stunned to speak and just simply sat there basking in the flavor of your dish. After a couple seconds he spoke up, “Say y/n.. We do need a new cook on the crew…”. You realized what he was hinting at and oh boy, were you happy. “R-really? Like for real, for real?” you said gently, trying to make sure he wasn’t messing with you like he always does. “I don’t know how realer I can get, baby” he smiled and let out one of his jolly laughs. That night you cooked for the Red Hair Pirates and they were all pleased with your culinary science skills.

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Law:

It took about half an hour to actually get him to sit down and try it. He threw the “I’m busy right now, honey” or “I can’t deal with that right now” lines. You grew tired of it and eventually grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of his own room, all the way down the hall and into the dining room. Then you proceed to plop him in a chair and do the same with the food, right in front of him. “Eat it, and tell me what you think.” you waited patiently for him to take a bite. After he did, his dead eyes lit up in a snap. “Hm. It’s good y/n-ya” He continued taking larger and larger bites every time of his meal. “How good exactly?” you pushed a little more. “Very good, now can I go back to work?” he asked in his stoic manor. “Only if you take it with you.” you demanded. “Fine, see-ya y/n-ya” he took his plate and left. Only for the next day he’d be asking for more. ~~~

Finish Line!

(Comment if you would like a part 3 with other various one piece men.) Consider following..? Thank you so much for reading!

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julesdaydreams · 21 hours

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Wolfstar One-Shot

based on a tiktok by @ziggityler I word count: 1852

Basically: Remus meets Sirius at the grocery store and proceeds to fall head over heels for the man. Also: A lot of flirting and sexual tension (I guess)

Remus was walking through the aisles at the grocery store, trying to find the last one of the ingredients he needed for his planned Friday night dinner with his friends. He was walking past the aisle where they displayed the haircare products, not really paying attention since he didn’t need anything, when something in the corner of his eye caught his gaze.

He turned his head, doing a double take at the man standing in the aisle, carefully reading the backside of one of the hair products they had. He was pretty, really pretty. All long wavey black hair, that clearly needed a lot of time and attention to look as healthy and shiny as it was, porcelain skin and high cheekbones. He was wearing a black leather jacket that looked very loved, a cropped shirt underneath with a print on it that Remus couldn’t quite read from his position. Low-rise jeans that showed off the man’s downright sinful waist and hips, that Remus felt the sudden need to hold on to with his hands, trace the soft skin with his fingers.

He suddenly snapped out of it, when the man turned to his side, catching Remus with his staring and throwing him an amused glance before putting the shampoo he was holding down and picking up a different one.

Remus’ feet seemingly began to walk on their own, down the aisle he really had no business being in. He came to a stop a few paces next to the man, trying to look interested in the hair products displayed, but really he had no idea what any of them where really for.

Even if he had been paying attention, it would’ve been for nothing, as the smaller man moved and literal heaven waved over to Remus.

He couldn’t describe the scent even if he wanted to, but it was something divine and otherworldly like the owner himself.

And clearly Remus’ brain stopped working because instead of getting home and thinking of the stranger for the next few days before forcing himself to move on, he opened his mouth like a fucking idiot.

“Excuse me? Could you maybe tell me which one of these products I need to use? You look like you know a lot more about these things than I do?”, he asked, making the stranger drop the shampoo he was holding into his basked before turning his attention to him.

And thank fuck for the shopping cart he could lean on, because Remus’ legs might have given out at how beautiful his eyes where.

Grey piercing eyes looked up at him and Remus would happily be ruined by the raging storm that lay behind them.

A smirk. And lord have mercy, Remus might actually combust on the spot under this angel’s attention.

“Oh darling, you have short hair. I don’t think any of these products will work for you. Buying them for a partner?”, a velvety voice inquired and Remus had to stop himself from practically shouting that he was single. If there was any chance that he’d get the man to call him “darling” just one more time, Remus could die a happy man.

“No! No- Uhm… I don’t have a partner.” Smooth, Lupin.

The angel hummed, a small smirk still playing on his lips and Remus desperately wanted to see it expand into a smile. Would sell his left kidney for it.

“What do you need these for then?”, came another question and well. Remus clearly had just dug his own grave because he had no other excuse for why he needed hair products that he now read where ‘to strengthen long hair’.

He accepted defeat. Maybe that was what he was destined to do anyways in the present of a divine being. He didn’t even feel ashamed about it.

“I guess you got me. I-” think, Lupin, THINK! “I actually wanted to ask you what perfume you’re wearing? You smell incredible.” Okay. That wasn’t too bad. Maybe a bit creepy to ask a stranger about something like that, but Remus didn’t want to be rejected just yet, postponing the inevitable really.

Still, it got him an actual smile from the stranger and is was everything and more than Remus could’ve ever imagined.

“Oh, thank you, love. That’s very kind of you. Do you want me to send you links where to buy the products I use?” Love, love, love. He called me love. Is he flirting? He looks like he’s flirting. Oh my god, what if he IS flirting?? Get it together, Lupin. He’s just a man! Except he’s got really pretty eyes and-

“Hello? Do you want me to send you some recommendations or not?”, an amused voice pulled Remus out of his thoughts and he actually processed the question he had been asked.

“You- You want my phone number?” He had to get it together, he was probably looking like a deer caught in headlights right now, but the thought of a literal angel being interested in Remus seemed unreal. Maybe he was dreaming. Or he was actually dead and this was an actual angel in front of him. It wouldn’t surprise him.

The pretty man chuckled slightly at Remus before something shifted in his eyes. Something dangerous and alluring that sent shivers down Remus’ spine and all over his body. He was in so much fucking shit.

“If that is something you want to give me?” The audacity of him. He actually sounded cocky. Like he knew he had Remus wrapped around his finger. Like he didn’t even care he had complete control over Remus’ body and soul if he wanted to.

“Yeah! Totally, I would really like that actually.” A phone was pressed into his hand and Remus almost let it drop when the other’s fingers slightly graced his own, sending a shock through his whole body. He quickly typed in his contact info before giving it back to it’s owner who only glanced at it once before pocketing it.

“Well, Remus. As nice at this was, I really have to get going. I’ll send you those links later, though, I promise.” The pretty man said, flashing him one last stunning smile before starting to turn around, another breeze of heaven reaching Remus. He couldn’t even think about how good his name sounded coming out of the man’s mouth, all thought process going to the fact that the angel was leaving and he wanted to prevent that.

“I really wish I could smell as good as you, right now.”, he blurted out. Silently cursing himself for being weird again, before he had even stopped talking.

However, it worked. Remus could’ve cheered, when the stranger turned back towards him, looking highly amused at Remus’ behaviour.

“You’re in luck. I always carry around some of my scented oils. You want some?”, he said, pulling out a small vial from his bag, showing it to Remus.

Remus could only nod dumbly, thinking about how he was going to walk around smelling the man’s perfume all day. Maybe he should cancel tonight’s get-together with his friends so he could spend more time thinking about the beauty standing in front of him.

“Could you put some on my neck?”. he heard himself practically beg, braincells having stopped working completely at this point.

“How do you want me to do that? I can’t reach up to your neck in the middle of the store, it’s going to look like I hit you!”, came the angel’ response. It sounded logical to Remus, but he figured he would think that about anything the stranger said, even if it had been complete and utter bullshit.

“What should I do then?”

“Get on your knees.” And that. Fuck. That was just- Remus didn’t even know. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him and he was imagining the way those grey eyes sparkled at him mischievously, like he knew exactly what the implication was behind his words, what it made Remus think about. What Remus desired the second the connection was made in his brain.

He needed an out. He needed to save himself from getting a boner in the middle of the grocery store thinking about all the noises he could elicit from those red lips.

“Uhm- What?” He hoped he misheard. He hoped he understood the man completely right. He wanted it to be a dream and he wanted it to be reality. He had no idea what he would do if he heard correctly.

“You heard me. Get on your knees.” A challenging look, dark eyebrow raised slightly and Remus sank down to his knees right then and there without a second thought. If the angel told him to crawl on all fours he might’ve just done it.

A chuckle. A mumbled good boy, that had Remus’ head spinning and soon there were no thoughts at all as he looked up in those mesmerizing grey eyes.

Sirius put some of the oil on his pointer finger, touching Remus by the delicate skin behind his ear and he had to suppress a groan at the contact.

The eye-contact was something Remus had never experienced before. Goosebumps erupted all over his body as a slender finger dragged down the side of his neck and all the way down to his throat where it circled for a second, teasing just under the hem of Remus’ shirt, before dragging back up the other side of his face and rested behind Remus’ ear.

He didn’t breath when a thumb came up caressing his chin, tilting it up just that bit more.

Remus would never be the same again. He would never move on from this moment in his life. Would think about it later when his friends where enjoying dinner, joking about stupid things they did at school and Remus wouldn’t listen to a single thing, mentally still on his knees before his angel. He would think about it in a few weeks time when he was at a bar talking to another man who had blonde hair and he would wish it was black. He would think about it when he was old and grey, when he’d lived a good life and he would still say that this, this right here, was the best moment of his entire life.

The stranger dropped his hand and Remus just stayed there on the floor, shopping cart next to him long forgotten and he suddenly realized that he didn’t even know his angel’s name.

“What’s your name?” His voice came out scratchy, desperate.

“You’ll see it when I text you.” A wink. And he was gone.

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From: Unknown number

9:57pm Hi, here are the products I would recommend you. twelve links attached

9:59pm I’m Sirius, by the way. Any chance you’re free for dinner tomorrow night?

My treat, x

#and then they lived happily ever after #Remus is obsessed with Sirius in every universe and would do ANYTHING that man asked of him #anyways go watch the tiktok story this is based on because I swear that man is such an icon #hp marauders #marauders fandom #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #remus x sirius #wolfstar oneshot #short story #oneshot

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oh-sht-imma-dude-blog · 1 day

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It has been a few thousand years since the humans have joined the federation. We have already collected every possible information we can about them. From their excessive need for "thrill", a cure for "boredom", and even their very fast scientific advancements/evolution. Since the time they had joined the federation, they have not only achieved the theorized speed capacity in our universe that is 10¹⁴⁷x the speed of light, ahead 10³⁴ times from the Dos'hk's fastest spacecraft, but they also have the largest and most advanced data storage system that powers their "internet" across the whole universe and stores everything to keep record of everything they know and will know. The data storage is named "Data point", it occupies a whole galaxy due to the extremely large population of humans at this point, but not only that, they have claimed to have a back up galaxy sized storage system that THEY HID, it is surprising that noone can find a galaxy sized data storage but then again, humans.

There are plenty more that i can talk to you about the humans but then, it will never end.

All i can say is with everything that the humans are, they are the reason that the federation remade the sorting/ranking system in their files 300 years ago. Back then the humans already were the highest with level 20 deathworld origin, level 20 technological advancements, and more. But thenthe federation made a decision to put humans in the only class "unknown" in every recorded species in the federation.

End note, the universe at this point is still deemed as "infinite" even by humans. Maybe that's why they have hidden their back up data storage from everyone. But also, maybe somewhere out there, in the farthest point, possibly 10^1983^18890^1000 light years away there's a completely diffrent universal group from the federation, and maybe, they too have a species they rank "unknown", and just maybe, make the humans seem like mortals.

#humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #space #the federation #short story

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BILL'S PRESPECTIVE OF STARTING TOKIO HOTEL

-am so sorry this took 2 days i had school so I was busy

-Bill is the author (the person telling the story)

-This story is Not Real but some of the parts are real

(asked for)

Anyway here it is!

It was 2001, we were 12 years old

We were going on a walk of course clumsy Tom fell in a mud hole but we ranaway anyway he was mad but he forgets about it in like 10 minutes so we didn't care really

So we wanted to create a song out of boredom now its 2005 so i forgot the song's Name either way we woke it goeorg saying"lets make a real song and publish it to the public and we did make it and its probably the reason why you know us till today [DURCH DEN MONSUN]

either way we went to sleep and guess what?

Tom was screaming crazy

God damn that kid is autistic sometimes i wonder how am i his twin brother AM THE YOUNGER ONE BY 10 MINUTES AND HE IS SO MUCH DUMBER THAN ME!

anyway I was like kid whats wrong with you Tom told me"WE ARE TOP 1 HIT IN ALTERNATIVE ROCK PLAYLIST!!!!! " gustav started crying meh that boy is the most sensitive no wonder why he is so left out

TOM:COMING FROM THE VOCALIST

BILL:SHUT UP!

Anyway i said back to sleep goodnight

Georg said"ITS 11 AM BILL! "

I didn't care anyway i slept

He said ITS CONCERT TIME

ugh that is the 5th concert we did only for 1 song, tom forgot his toothbrush at Berlin where we originally lived We bought a new one anyway, we came back at 3 am and fell asleep

TIME SKIP

2 years later

Wait for the people who are confused am talking right now in 2005 but 1 year later is 2003 so this happend 2 years ago, back to the story,we were 14 i have a cutie patotie picture of tom

He is ugly, oh right he is my twin-

Anyway gustav said GUYS MY AUNTIES DOG DIED

Tom and gustav always fight for no reason also i said guys i hear from georg's room music Gustav said lets go check

He is so greedy he said i need my own room while me tom and gustav share one room anyway-

We went to his room and found him listening to pop music

THAT TRAITOR!

Tom Screaming and singing with him

At this point am ashamed that rat is my twin brother, am i the only one in this band that like rock music actually?

Either way i wanna time skip my mouth hurts💔

So Gustav almost got in a car cras-

Gustav:SHUT UP BILL

Ugh fine.

2 Years Later

Tom woke up again screaming because WE HAVE A TOUR so all of us freaked out ITS 2 PM the tour starts at 1:45 pm WE ARE 15 MINUTES LATE Tom said "SAY DANKE" (Thank you in german)

We said fine and anyway we packed suitcases and went to the car and reached in 30 minutes better than an hour i feel bad for the people who are waiting-

So then we started by the way this is how the picture in the newspaper looked like

It was for the album schrei! Noway we did like 12 songs in 4 years

Oh wait that alot of time-

Anyway its 4 am i need to get some sleep we have a interview tomorrow well today since its 4 am its counted the next day-

BYE!

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Now bill isn't talking anymore -

Hope you guys enjoyed this story!

And i got what you meant in the request -

Anyway byeee pookiess!!

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newvision · 3 days

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Raphael Bob-Waksberg, from Someone Who Will Love You In All Your Damaged Glory

#raphael bob waksberg #someone who will love you in all your damaged glory #mine #I love queue. I’m glad I exist #literature #poetry #books #litblr #excerpt #literature excpert #poetry excerpt #short story #short story excerpt

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reidiot · 10 months

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity · 2 months

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”oh so how did you get into writing?-“ no, writing got into me. Actually it infiltrated my brain, starting with the slow takeover of my room with books to the extremely fast claiming of my notes app and now there’s no way to stop it and no way for me to stop.

#short story #writing #poetry #books #fiction #orginal writing #writer #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing memes #writing humor #writing problems #writer problems #writer stuff #writers life

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strangelittlestories · 4 months

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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.

Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.

The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.

Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.

This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.

"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.

"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.

This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.

Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.

"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."

And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.

Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.

Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.

On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.

As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.

Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.

She always had been a wizard with silk.

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#writing #microfiction #short story #flash fiction #wrote this a few years back and finally got round to posting here

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