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hyunnie04 · 3 months

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“i smell something burning.” you sniff, poking your head through the bright room. seungmin and felix had just finished their daengnyang school live, texting you to quickly come over. you were already on your way to them anyways, but suspicion immediately came into mind once you saw the message.

you had no idea what they were up to, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. all you heard was that they were preparing something food related.

felix is amazing when it came to baking and cooking but when seungmin is involved, it all somehow goes down hill. what did the kitty cat and puppy do now?

you do a once over at the room, slightly amused of the damage they've caused in such a short amount of time. the condiments and other baking materials were scattered all throughout the table, the pan they've used also had burnt batter residue sticking to it, probably the sole cause of the slight fog that engulfed the room.

“y/n, try it! i made this for you.” seungmin practically beams, shooting from up his seat and holding a plate out. it was a normal enough looking bungeo-ppang, but he has a grin that says evil written all over it.

you glance over at yongbok, the blonde's face morphs into an immediate 'no don’t do it' face while shaking his head vehemently. now you're curious. "what's in this?"

"you have to guess!"

“is this gonna kill me?”

“no, i promise.” he laughs, holding it to your mouth.

“if i die i'll kill you.” you decide to humor him, taking a very, very small bite out of it. it was spicy and a bit tangy, but the subtle sweetness of the batter contrasted with it in a strange yet palatable way.

“oh, it’s actually pretty good.” you say, grabbing seungmin's wrist to take another bite. felix just watches you with pure disappointment in his eyes.

“see!” the puppy says quite proudly, tail practically wagging.

“what’s in it?”

“sriracha and wasabi.”

“you are trying to kill me!”

"but you liked it!"

"you should try this one y/n." felix says, lifting up his own plate with his creation. you didn't need to think twice since yongbok made it, it's bound to be better than seungmin's. it was different, you thought, tasting cheese and some sort of sauce in the filling.

you went back to taste the sriacha wasabi bungeo-ppang and comparing it to the vaguely pizza flavored one. oddly enough, you found yourself still liking seungmin's better, the expression is clear in your face.

"what?!" seungmin laughs at felix's reaction, patting his back. "you're weird," the blonde snickered, shaking his head.

"we should give this to chan-hyung." the black haired puppy snaps his fingers. your eyes widen, just because you liked it, it doesn't mean chan is gonna think the same way. that man has an abysmal spice tolerance.

"you're planning on giving this to chan? are you trying to kill him?"

before he can reason out why he wants to give this to poor chan, you take the plate out of his hands. "…give it here."

a/n: yeah i know it wasn't that bad so i had to take artistic liberties HAHA but i would eat the sriracha one ok just to spare channie LOL

#skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz imagines #skz fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz ot8 #kim seungmin x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix #seungmin

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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i recently found your page and i became instantly obsessed, you're such a good writer!! i'm not sure if you're taking requests rn (if you're not, ignore this hahaha) but i saw a post somewhere saying that when spencer is in love he loses the sense of direction 😭 we saw moments like those with lila and maeve (like he starts walking but then it's the wrong direction <33) and i was thinking about that with bau!reader!! they're on a case and he gets distracted by her and starts walking on the opposite direction or says something wrong and the team is all like??? because he never gets things wrong and maybe morgan teases him or something like that

sorry for the veryyyy long message!! i just thought it could be so cute, and you would write it perfectly!! obviously if you want to write it in a different way it's okay, i would be happy if you wrote it (but again, if you're not feeling it it's completely okay!! 💗) thank you and have a good day :))

Thank you sweetness <3

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 539 words

There’s an eyelash on your cheek. You’re staring at the board, and your lips are all pursed, and you’re sitting forward on your elbows, and there’s an eyelash on your cheek. Spencer has no idea how you haven’t noticed it, sitting there with both ends curled upward, precipitous on the curve of your cheekbone.

You’re saying something to Hotch about the overly gruesome nature of the case, how it points to a connection with the victims. Your cheek moves as you talk. The eyelash looks like it should be a breath away from falling off, and yet it stays stubbornly in place. Spencer really, really wants to get it for you. It’d be such a tiny gesture, the quick brush of his finger underneath your eye, so brief no one would have the chance to question it. He wonders if you believe in wishing on eyelashes. He’s seen you throw salt over your shoulder more than once, but you claim it’s more a habit from childhood than actual superstition. Still, you’re more a romantic than you like to let on. But the origin of the salt tossing is more rooted in Christianity, Spencer thinks, whereas the practice of wishing on eyelashes is more recent and often suspected to be rooted in Paganism. It supposedly emerged only in the eighteenth or nineteenth centuries, when someone in the British isles spread word that blowing an eyelash off your finger was the equivalent of blowing away the Devil, and eventually the belief morphed into good luck and wishes. Spencer wonders what you’d wish for.

“And it’s pretty clear what this is hailing to.” Prentiss’ voice is weary.

“Paganism,” Spencer says quietly, absentmindedly.

“What?”

Spencer blinks, returning to the room to find the entire table has turned to look at him. “Sorry, I—I was thinking about something else.” He glances at the board. “Jack the Ripper. The degree of mutilation is the same.”

“Right,” Hotch says, instantly back on task. “And if we’re right, he’s going to act again soon. Wheels up in twenty.”

Spencer picks up his bag, but doesn’t leave the room. “Hey,” he says as you stand, stepping closer to you. “You’ve got an eyelash.”

You blink, almost knocking it askew, but hold still as Spencer brings a hand to your face, brushing it onto his finger.

Your cheek pushes upwards as you give him a lopsided smile. “Thanks,” you say.

“Wanna make a wish?”

You make a soft, amused sound. “I don’t believe in that, and I know you don’t either.” But when Spencer holds up his fingertip, you lean forwards anyway. Your mouth purses prettily, a tiny little o, and you blow softly. It’s a small puff of air, but the eyelash whirls off into the air. The both of you track it until it reaches the ground. You quirk an eyebrow at Spencer as if to say satisfied? and go, passing your hand along his arm fondly as you exit. Spencer follows after you like you’ve got him on a leash, and it’s only once he’s in Garcia’s office that you say “Do you need something, Spence? I just came to bring Penelope something,” and he realizes he’s completely forgotten where he was supposed to be going.

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ash-says · 26 days

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Things to be aware of as a Hopeless Romantic:

We all have been there daydreaming about the perfect man, the perfect life, the perfect whatever,etc. Still life is not full of roses and thorns are inevitable.

So here are some aspects to look out for according to me so that you won't fall in the delulu is the only solulu trap.

Remember if you follow me, we don't do regrets here. We accept, take accountability and move on. We don't soak ourselves in problems. We solve them effectively.

1) Drop those rose-colored glasses. Crush them under your feet and now look at the world again. Learn to accept reality. It is what it is. Not what you make it out to be. Learn to become an observer of your life from time to time. It will give you the real picture.

2) Potential is useless if you are not leveraging it. It's a trap both for yourself and others. You see potential in him of changing and being a good guy?? Girl, he *IS* not a good guy. It's not your job to raise a man. It's embarrassing. Stop babysitting grown men.

3) Standards are important but ensure they are not rooted in fantasy. Let's be honest finding a man who is rich, dark, tall, sexy and talks in the way you read in your romance novels is difficult. I am not saying it's impossible but don't be too rigid. All I will say is make sure you are also on the level where if you come across such a man he should be ready to date you.

4) Men view sex differently than us women. I know many of you will get triggered after reading this but the majority of men really view women as sex dolls. Blame the porn industry maybe. Good men exist but not every other man who talks sweetly is good.

5) A person in your life treats you nicely. Always talk sweetly, tells you that you matter to them but their actions don't match it. Chances are you are being breadcrumbed. Plans being cancelled? Messages being unseen? But when confronted all you get is,"Sorry love, I was busy. I was going to do it. You matter a lot,etc etc." Breadcrumbing. Be smart it can happen even in friendships too. I understand people get busier with time and things do happen. Use your discernment to see who really is busy and who is faking to be busy.

6) That uncle was so kind to me. He talked to me sweetly and always tried to help me out. Now, that's really sweet of him. Next he calls you home to help out with the household chores and he is alone at home because his wife is out of town for some work. Would you go and help? Yes. Will you go alone? No. That's unsafe.

No matter how much a gentleman a man appears to be you are not allowed to be in a situation where he could potentially take advantage of you. You always bring along a friend or deny it. I know it's wrong to not help someone but at your own risk. No. Never. It's common knowledge in our society.

7) Dreaming of a Prince Charming to whisk you away from all your troubles??? Dream on. The idea that a soulmate or one person will magically solve all our issues is dumb. We as human beings add to each other's happiness rather than becoming the core of it.

8) One of the biggest mistakes I have seen girls around me make is of being fully invested in a relationship to the point one small fight makes them depressed. That's codependency. It's unhealthy.

9) Never make your relationship your identity. You should always have a separate identity out of it. Stop curating yourself for your partners. Morphing yourself according to their likes and dislikes. That's one way ticket to an identity crisis after breakup. Compromises are essential but changing your core self??? Crazy shit.

10) Your relationship should not be the reason for your downfall. It happens especially with my intense girlies we invest so much of ourselves in the relationship to the point it becomes our focal point and when it faces upheavals we are devastated. The mental distress starts flowing in other areas of your life and suddenly your grades are falling, your career seems unstable, etc. Develop the emotional strength to compartmentalize your emotions and not allow them to overflow in other areas and affect them.

Imagination is fertile but being delusional is being stuck in a swamp.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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vivisection-and-vampyrism · 5 months

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Guide for humans keeping vampires as pets

(Content warning for pet whump and extremely dehumanizing language)

Disclaimer, this is a guide for people serious about taking good care of their pet vampires. If you're interested in learning how to hunt vampires, please consult another guide.

I decided to write this guide after seeing a lot of misinformation spreading around Tumblr. I'm planning on writing another guide on training, and this is an introduction to basic forms of care.

I'm happy to take questions if anything in this guide proves confusing, or if I don't talk about certain breeds you happen to be interested in. My ask box is always open.

On top of my personal experiences belonging to a wide variety of keepers, I've also done extensive research to keep up to date with the most modern standards of vampire-keeping. It sure has changed over the centuries.

Most bad owners simply don't understand the nuance of different vampire breeds and their varying needs, which can be very dangerous for both pets and keepers. Vampires are a dangerous exotic species that should only be owned by people who are trained and know what they're doing.

Now, to get into the specifics

Vampires come in a large variety of breeds. It's very important to understand exactly what variety you're planning on caring for. Draculas and Cullens have very different needs, not to mention older naturally occurring subspecies from Slavic Regions or Western Europe. Morph breeds are, as with most species, an issue unto themselves.

Please do thorough research on vampires breeds before committing to buying or adopting a pet. Some are far easier to provide for than others, and different breeds are suitable for different life styles. You can't keep a Dracula in an apartment and you can't expect Collinses to thrive without the company of other vampires.

Below you'll find the specifics on a wide array of subjects, including feeding, disease risk, and cohabitation.

Enclosures:

Vampires usually have similar requirements to humans in way of housing. That's one of the reason that they're easier to keep as pets than mermaids and other mythics.

Despite common belief, most vampires shouldn't be kept in graveyards or mausoleums. While feral vampires seek them out for shelter, it's generally considered unhealthy behavior. Some breeds of vampires seeks out their burial grounds to rest in, but it isn't natural for them to spend waking hours in their graves.

Draculas, as well as the rarer Carmillas, naturally desire upper class accommodations. Old castles are the best places to keep them, and it's important to give them full range of a castle or manor so they can feel in control of their living space. Opinions on home decor will vary, but cobwebs in the corners and aging tapestries on the walls generally do the trick. It's a good idea to raid an antique shop before adopting one. These living requirments are one of the reasons they're such expensive pets.

More modern vampires like Cullens (not to be confused with Collinses) and their cousin breeds will do much better in standard homes. As far as vampires go, they're quite versatile. They'll be happier in a proper house than in an apartment, but can do well in close quarters as long as you let them out at night to prowl the streets. Though do remember to have safety precautions in place because they can be dangerous and unpredictable, no matter how well trained.

Collinses requiremanor houses that are at least a century old. They enjoy home improvement, so giving them a large decrepit house and a reasonable budget for remodeling will keep them very content. They also desire isolated woods to walk in, and many crave bodies of water like an ocean or lake. They're a vain species, so they will like having paintings of themselves, and perhaps their relatives, hanging on the walls.

Feeding:

This is the elephant in the room. If the idea of your pet consuming blood makes you squeamish, please adopt anything other than a vampire. Some can drink animal blood, and others strictly require human. But blood itself is entirely unavoidable.

If you're a beginner, it's best to start out with a vampire who can drink animal blood. Collinses and Cullens are both common breeds and don't require human blood. But be aware they won't be as healthy on a solely animal diet. Most prefer warm mammalian blood, of course. Cows, goats, horses, etcetera are large enough to sustain their feeding habits.

For advanced keepers looking for more challenging breeds like Draculas, it's important to have access to a steady supply of human blood. Allowing your vampires to feed off you directly is a good way to promote trust and even affection. Though most humans are reasonably afraid of this. Pre-packaged human blood is readily available for purchase at specialty pet shops, though it can get pricey.

Disease Risk:

A lot of people believe that vampires are completely incapable of carrying diseases. This is a dangerous assumption for a variety of reasons. While vampires can't carry Rabies or Salmonella like most common pets, some breeds have a high risk of carrying Tuberculosis. Make sure to get your pets vaccinated, and if you're planning on catching wild vampires you should be vaccinated beforehand.

Most of vampires are, of course, capable of spreading the vampirism condition to humans. Some do this with a simple bite, and others with blood-to-blood contact. Many varieties of vampires cannot sexually reproduce, and instead rely on infecting humans. Please be aware of the risks involved, and have antidotes on hand in case of emergencies.

Enrichment:

Vampire ideas of proper entertainment are as varied as human ones. It's important to communicate with your vampires on what they desire to keep themselves occupied. Many will pick up on the hobbies of their owners, such as sewing or video games, and others will have very limited ideas of what they consider fun.

It's nearly impossible to predict what any specific vampire will enjoy until you talk to them or their previous owner. But certain breeds have been known to particularly enjoy various activities. This is by no means definitive, but it's a good place to start.

As stated above, Collinses often enjoy home improvement and antique restoration. Draculas crave knowledge, and will often devour books about history and foreign places. Cullens will use social media and chat rooms liberally if you allow it.

Most vampires enjoy brooding in dark areas. Prowling through city streets or spooky forests is good source of exercise. Visiting crypts and other homes for the dead can be good enrichment, but as stated above vampires shouldn't live in any long-term. Some will be more attracted to them than others.

Social Arrangements:

This is one aspect that varies drastically between breeds of vampires, and should greatly factor into whomever you end up taking into your home. Depriving social vampires of company or forcing company on solitary vampires is the single worst mistake you can make as a keeper.

Draculas have extremely sex based dynamics. Putting two males together will lead to fighting. Female Draculas are far more friendly towards each other. Most group dynamics involve one male Dracula and one to five female Draculas. However, Draculas can be very happy on their own. Revieving the sole attention of their owner can help greatly with their self esteem and anxiety. Keeping one Dracula is preferable unless you're a breeder.

Collinses require their families, which are usually very similar to human family units. Keeping a solitary Collins is extremely cruel. Only keep thdm if you have space for at least five, who should all be related by blood with the exception of mated pairs. Some Collinses have surviving human relatives from before they were turned, or seek out human mates. They will often turn these humans into vampires. Whether to encourage this is up to you as their owner.

Carmillas are the vampiric equivalent of calico cats, and cannot be male. Contrary to popular belief, they don't usually hate males unless they've been improperly socialized. Most are fine with solitary situations. But they prefer the company of female vampires. Remember that unwanted advances from male vampires often lead to violent reactions. Singular or paired Carmillas are best.

Cullens are extremely versatile. They do well in a wide array of social situations, and can be kept in solitary situations. Attention from humans can more than make up for the absence of other vampires, and many even prefer humans. Despite their reputation for being romance driven, they are often very friendly in a strictly platonic way. This is one reason they're such a popular breed.

Affection:

For the final section, I'd like to discuss why most people adopt pets in the first place. Unless you're a professional breeder, you're likely seeking affection and companionship from your pet vampire. The comfort of vampires depends on their early socialization.

You can often train vampires in affection, among othe things, something I'll go more in depth in my upcoming post on how to train pet vampires. This is easiest if you adopt a fledgling, since mature vampires tend to be set in their ways.

I will not be discussing sex here, as making advances towards someone you legally own is morally wrong and a vampire making advances towards their owners is a sign of a deficit of proper affection.

Vampires can show affection in most ways that humans would expect from each other. Cuddling, hugging, kissing, holding hands, and other things of that variety. And while some can be touched averse, many will eageely consent to being touched by their owners. It's a matter of trust. Treating a pet vampire kindly will encourage positive feelings towards you and in turn physical affection.

As always, my ask box is open. There are absolutely no wrong answers. I want keepers to be as well-informed as possible.

Sincerely yours, Hart

#Hart rambles #Whump #Vampire whump #Vampire whumpee #Pet whump #Pet whumpee #Pet whump guide #Whump suggestions

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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months

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Ever Locked

Part 3: With Your Ghost

Part 2: On the Rocks

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy × Ex!Coroner's Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, this chapter is more of your pov with how Leon’s affected your psyche. No real warnings for this one, a slow but telling chapter <3

extras: this fic will also be slow and longer, we're telling an entire story, i want it to be detailed with Reader and Leon as well as introducing Marina and Ryan. I hope you guys enjoy i have so so so many ideas and rough drafts already written. next part should be out Sunday!

Blue that's what I remembered the most about Leon Kennedy, the nights sleep evaded me. The days in which every stranger somehow had the same ocean eyes, same chubby cheeks and boyish face. How someone totally unrecognizable, morphed into a version of the man that I both loved and despised. Don't get me wrong, Leon is a bastard- a no-good, psychotic, lunatic, who deserves to be behind bars for what he's put me through. Yet, I find myself thinking about how it would've played out... had that night never happened. Had it all simply been a bad dream in itself, would we have children by now, be married? Would he still be an officer, and I, a coroner's assistant... would we have left Raccoon City together or would we have died in the bombing?

The clink of the glass brought my vision back. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were thinking about me.", Ryan's hands cupped around mine, his fingers laced between mine, pressed to the glass in my palm. "But your brows are so furrowed i think you'll gain permanent lines.", his head appeared in my line of vision, black brows raised as his smile was wide. That was Ryan, always so sweet and caring, always the hero and the calm man. He was everything and more, my heart clenched in my chest as his thumb pad brushed the area between my brows. His digit working at the tense muscle as i felt a deep sigh leave my lips.

"He's not going to bother you. Not while i'm here, i can call some guys from the office. We can start checking into him and get a restraining order in place-", he spoke as if he already planned it in his head and I couldn't complain. Except, for the fact, that part of me saw him, the sweet shy rookie, in those heavy blue eyes. That the years didn't change him and that he was still the shy boy who came into my office to wait on a file all that time ago. That, maybe, just maybe... it had all been a nightmare, I got them more often than not, these days. The scar on my temple reminds me daily that he wasn't a dream, that i was in the claws of some dangerous, predatory wolf cramped into a small sheep's skin.

"Would that be okay?", his words hit the side of my cheek, breath lingering with the scent of mint, probably from the ones he keeps in his front pocket. Another thing to draw the once blonde back into my mind. "Yeah.", it doesn't sound like me, a squeak from between my lips that doesn't sound confident in the slightest. "Yeah... that would be okay.", a soft nod to reassure him with my words. His eyes shine in an uncertain light, lips twitching with unspoken questions. It wasn't normal for me to drink anymore, I wanted to be in control of my body, never so vulnerable at the hands of another again, not even Ryan, despite how sweet he is, how caring and protective.

I couldn't do it, be broken down again. Not by someone so close, a stranger's betrayal is expected, it doesn't hurt like a loved one's betrayal. The biggest betrayal of love, what a sick thing, love itself. We can't choose who our love goes to, or if it will ever be reciprocated. I love Ryan, I love the safety blanket he surrounds me in, the love he gives back to me... but Leon's "love" felt different. It was warm but in a way that was far too hot that it burnt, as if the heat within him came up to kiss my skin, leaving burning welts in its path. A path trailed in love and destruction, his heaviness was a weight so unmovable by my own strength. Ryan gives me the option to remove the heavy weighted blanket of his love, taking a breath for a moment before I cover myself back up in his presence.

A kiss, so soft and tender to the crown of my head, his soft, pouty lips that touched the skin of my head with the most caring feeling. I could cry, my eyes burning as the pin pricks of a sob wailing down. "I love you, I have to handle this thing for work. I'll just be in my office, okay? Call out to me for anything.", he was so fucking sweet, like an ice cream cone that was begging for my tongue to swipe across. "Of course, have fun.", the small smirk tugged at my lips, an invisible string pulling the shape together as I gave a sigh laugh. "Oh, it's going to be a joy~", his hand waving as he walked into the office room.

His steps pattering against the floor, until the door clicks and I feel the weight of the world fall back onto my shoulders. The thick feeling in my throat coming back as I swallow down another mouthful of the whiskey, the one he had before him in the bar. I didn't see the appeal, the more expensive stuff was much better.. then again, Leon was never very flashy. He didn't care about things like that. He was not what i thought he was, he was so different. A shy man and a psycho all in one, a sweet, precious lamb, begging for a hand to pet its head, then a raging wolf, ready to penetrate its prey with the sharp, ravenous teeth. I was the prey. I know that now, it never left my mind the way it felt to hear the sickening thud of my head against the floor, to hear the tile shatter under the amount of force that was behind the hit.

A bit of alcohol threatened to come up, splashing the back of my throat with an angry sizzle. My phone vibrates off the table, the sound grating against my already tense mind. "Hey are you okay? You left so quick after Ryan came. What happened?"- Marina, i hadn't told her anything simply telling her to call Charlie and get him to find someone to cover my shift, mascara and eyeliner coating my cheeks as it did now, Ryan guiding me past her. "I know you're reading this. The guy at the bar asked me for your number. I didn't give it to him, just so you know. I know there's something you're hiding, but it's okay, you'll tell me when you're ready. Right?", I don't think I'd ever be ready to fill her in on what happened when I was 20, the years after that trying to calm myself and remind myself there's no flesh eating monsters after me, no craze-stricken man trying to kidnap me. "Right.", It was quick and to the point, I didn't want to linger on this anymore. I wanted to face him, then again, i didn't. What would i say? I saw him and started to cry, flash backs and memories, bittersweet to the mind's taste.

The silence was deafening once the first thunder rolled through, causing the serene atmosphere to feel a little heavier. I didn't truly mind, rain was my favorite, and a constant in this town. It seems i couldn't get far from a rainy town. The glass between my fingers, slowly lowering in volume as the rim pressed to my lips. Against my willingness to forget, I wonder if he's out in the rain, if he's still drinking at the bar or shacked up in some hotel room? I'm angry to try and think about him anymore, it was probably a fluke- he wouldn't come 3k miles just to find me, right? 7 years is a long time, he probably found someone else while he was away. I was away.

It's not that I find myself forgiving, because I don't, nor will I forgive him. I fought myself through the "you should be grateful you were captive for very long."'s, the "others have been kidnapped and died, you survived."'s and most important, the one i still let linger. "it's not as bad as you say, you just keep making it worse for yourself."'s... those linger in the hollow of my chest and come out on bad days, like today. It's like, I'm haunted by someone who still lives. He's alive, he's here, in Seattle. He's alive, he's been alive this entire time and he's okay... physically- he's okay. Some of my questions were angered then, some things gaining closure but the back of my mind thinks it's not a coincidence, no matter how much i try to fight back those feelings. It has to be, he can't- the glass hits the table as the first round of sobs fall from my lips.

Arms covering my face, muffling the cries. It feels like I'm stuck in a deadly dance with a man who couldn't be nearly as horrific as I remember. I remember, but it was so quick, back then it felt slow... now i struggle to remember things. The red underwear, my red underwear... I thought about it while I was sitting in his home, the day he went to work. Those were mine. They had to be, his fucking "They're mine.", excuse was a load of bullshit. Just like everything else he ever said, leaving that morning to get breakfast... while he was doing, God knows, what to Mrs. Jones. This dance was deadly, like we're dancing apart, destined to eventually bump into each other and intertwine. Maybe, tonight was that bump, that intertwining moment that sealed our inevitable meeting again. He looked so different, if he hadn't had looked up, if he just fucking kept drinking away, i wouldn't have realized, i could continue in this fantasy life, i'd created. The life, I love, Ryan, Marina, Charlie, our boss who likes to add a little to our checks for the bullshit we put up with. My apartment, it was so much nicer than the one from before, I don't miss that life i had before. I miss Rebecca, if only i knew if she survived. I think that part of me died that night, I died the night that Raccoon City went under and the man who loved me was whisked away into a government agency. It was a sorrowful moment, but it was destined for me. I wouldn't change it. As selfish as it is, I wouldn't change it. I'm a horrible person, it's horribly selfish and heartless but I can't find a single bit of regret for that day. I'd be doing, God knows, for a man who was willing to kill for me, it's so romantic in the books and movies, but to know i slept next to someone who didn't see how wrong it was to kill an elderly woman? The thoughts made me feel sick, imagining what he probably did, how he went about it. Rebecca never got the change to tell me how she went out, Leon definitely wasn't going to tell me.

I must've missed the door steps echoing in the thunder filled apartment. Probably missed the door opening too, couldn't hear over my sobs as hands found their way around my waist, the stool slightly rocking as his weight pressed behind me. A shushing sound came from his lips, his hand traveling up the valley between my breast, palm caressing my jaw. His fingers are so warm, against the cold air that hit my tears. He was a gentle giant, something Leon never truly was... was it all a facade? something to get me closer, a trap? The thought sends another wracking sob through my chest, lungs expanding under his arm. "It's okay, now, my sweet girl. I'm here, you're safe and nothing's going to tear you away from me.", his words were calming, but nothing had a name, Leon Scott Kennedy and I knew deep down, now that the bunny was in the wolf's sight... the game had only just begun.

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vodika-vibes · 25 days

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Something New

Summary: After a long deployment, Comet tries to talk his girl into trying something new. Spoiler, it’s not that hard.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Comet x F!Reader

Word Count: 846

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is pure, unadulterated filth. I have no excuse, and also no shame. This story is going to be slotted into my Others Masterlist.

Comet is eager.

Very eager.

Eager enough that his vod’e are definitely going to give him shit about this later.

Not that he cares. Because he’s going home. Home to her. To her soft smile and her gentle kisses and her loving touch. They can give him as much shit as they want, because, at the end of the day, he’s the one going home to a girl, and they’re not.

His cyare says that they’re jealous.

And Comet is of the opinion that they have every right to be.

He takes the stairs two at a time, before he comes to a stop in front of the apartment door.

His cyare’s apartment. His apartment? Well, maybe. Eventually.

He keys in his code, and steps into the warmth of the apartment, and stress just falls off of his shoulders. Her apartment smells like her. Like cinnamon and sugar and fresh baked cookies.

Her apartment smells like home.

Comet hurriedly strips his armor off, tossing it carelessly on the floor, before he ventures deeper into the apartment. He pokes his head into the kitchen, and there she is.

Her hair pinned back out of her face, clad in one of his old shirts, as she spoons cookie dough onto the baking sheet in front of her. Comet moves closer, and notes that she didn’t hear him come in because of the ear buds she’s wearing.

She really is the most stunning woman on the planet. On any planet.

He walks over to her datapad, sitting on the table and playing music to her earbuds, and he turns the music off. It’s the easiest way to catch her attention.

She turns, confusion morphing into delight as she sees him standing there. She pulls the buds out of her ears and shoves them into her pocket, before she flings herself at him, “Comet!”

“Cyare~” He teases, catching her tightly around the waist, and burying his nose in her neck, “Mm, you smell good enough to eat.”

“I’m stress baking,” She announces, “That’s why.”

“Mm, nope. I think you just smell amazing anyway.”

“You’re biased.”

“Guilty as charged,” He agrees, pulling away long enough to catch her lips in a deep kiss, “Missed you, pet.”

She giggles slightly at the nickname, and presses her face against his shoulder, “Missed you more. Was worried about you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He lightly nuzzles her cheek with his nose, “But, I have a better way for you to deal with stress.”

She eyes him suspiciously, “Do you?”

“Mmhmm.” He reaches around her and turns the oven off, “It’s much more fun, for the both of us.”

“More fun than cookies?” She asks, her lips twitching with suppressed amusement.

“I mean, your cookies are really good. But sex is so much better.” Comet walks her backwards from the kitchen and into the living room, “Anyway, I was thinking-”

“Oh?”

“Well, talking with my brothers,”

“Oh no.”

“And they gave me a wonderful idea that I think we should try.” Comet continues, as if she hadn’t spoken.

She giggles, “What did they suggest?”

“Can I tie you up?” Comet asks, his gaze pleading. Just the idea of her tied to the bed, her arms over her head, her hair spread around her like a halo, her face flushed, as he stuffs her with his cum is enough for him to be hard and aching.

The fact that this image has been living in his brain for the better part of a month has done nothing to help.

She blinks at him, “You want to tie me up?”

“So, so much. I’ve been fantasizing about it for a month.” Comet rains kisses down her neck and across her throat, “Please, pet?”

She shivers and leans into him as he nips on her throat, “Can I tie you up after?” She asks.

Comet pauses as a very different fantasy flashes through his mind. Her perched on his cock, her head thrown back, as she rides him for all he’s worth, pleading for him to fill her even as she has full control. “Oh, kriff yes-”

His hands, impatiently, tug on her clothes and toss them to the side as he walks her back into the bedroom, “Really?” She asks, gasping when he lifts her so he’s able to wrap his lips around one of her nipples.

“Really,” Comet agrees, he drops her on the bed and climbs over her, grinding his, still covered, erection against her pussy, “I’m going to make you beg for my cum, pet.” He warns, as he trails his hands down her body, “And then I’m going to stuff you full. You’ll look so pretty with my seed spilling out of your pretty pussy.”

She stares up at him, her lips parted and her chest heaving.

Comet grins, “Almost as pretty as you’ll look when you’re riding my cock and begging for my cum.”

And she squeaks as he pins her hands over her head, reaching for one of his shirts to tie her up. They’re going to have so much fun.

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper comet x reader #comet x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #clone thirsting #nsft

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alldaysarenights · 17 days

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On Discworld…

…and the things I’ve learned so far.

I know, I’m late, but sometimes it’s fun to discover something on your own and in your time.

Recently, I’ve started reading the Discworld series, beginning with Rincewind. And there are so many tiny things I’ve discovered, I don’t even know where to start.

I’ll give D&D a go first. As a passionate player and also a I-once-ran-a-short-campaign DM, I couldn’t but notice all the references there to find, especially with Rincewind. Right now I’m 4 books into his story, barely at the beginning, yet I’ve laughed my a** off a few times. Always wondering what he took from a former campaign. Well, at first I wondered if Sir Pratchett actually played. The internet was quick to answer the question, yes, yes of course he did. Would have been more surprised, if he didn’t.

I discovered stuff about the gods playing dice and there are sorcerer, barbarians and the luggage, which slightly reminds me of a mimic. But I guess this beast came afterwards. I told the other players of my group, and they agreed on the resemblance. Now we definitely have the plan, to tame a mimic, lol.

I could quote you so much stuff, but I’d fancy you going on an adventure and see it for yourself. Read the books, assemble some good friends, and have some fun on a silly campaign. Not necessarily in this order.

Next thing that keeps popping up in my mind, while reading, is Good Omens. I came from the Neil Gaiman side, getting lured in by Morpheus, whom I met doing some research. My comic book dealer was happy to help. Naturally, there was a point where I did read Good Omens. And it was weird, this was Gaiman, but also not, and it was so funny. I knew one day I would have to read Discworld. Unfortunately, I was a bit discouraged by the massive amount of books. The problem sorted out itself, after a friend, I’ve talked to about it, enabled me to read them.

With it came a list in which order I should proceed, so I happily jumped in, secretly nurturing the idea of reading all the books within a year. If it works out, no idea, we’ll see. If so, I might write another article on the experience.

Anyway, the point is, knowing Good Omens well as for watching the series multiple times and doing the same to the book (reading actually), I couldn’t but notice some stuff that definitely came from Terry’s side. Like phrases, he kept using. I did read: “Not as such” as an answer more than once. No matter who said it, in my imagination it was Crowley for a split second.

The first book got me so confused, I completely forgot that this was Terry Pratchett. I caught myself thinking, I was reading Neil Gaiman. This set my brain on halt and the world stood for a second. Amazing what books can do to you.

I’ve realised Death and the horsemen and how they seem unable to start a proper apocalypse. Also, sometimes there were phrases sounding a lot like Agnes Nutter. As well as the tone it is written in, the tiny wordings you sometimes aren’t aware of as an author. And it led me to the conclusion, (of course there is no other evidence and I could be totally wrong), that Neil must have invested a lot of time in re-reading the Discworld or maybe already know them by heart. For some of the things I’ve realised definitely played a part in GO2.

It is amazing how much two people can morph into one, and yet there must be a lot of work behind the scenes. I for my part can only hope that my writing buddy and I can get to this point some day. At least I’ll have to convince him to write a full-grown novel together first.

So you might ask yourself, and I know because so did I, what’s the whole point of this article? Fair enough. I came to the conclusion, that fun expands with knowledge. And I know, my sense of fun probably differs from that of others a lot. But if you are able to grasp those tiny hints and hidden pleasures, it can make a story twice as joyful.

So go out there and consume all those stories. Not just by reading. Listen to people telling their stories, watch movies, series, anime. Maybe go to the opera or watch a play. Memorise a poem or play a game. Find the medium which suits you well but keep on searching, you’ll never know what you might learn from it and what pleasures and magic are hidden in those stories. Because our world is built, or maybe better, powered by storytelling.

#discworld #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #good omens #dnd #stories #storytelling

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anime-grimmy-art · 10 months

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(woops forgot to post yesterday)

Day 8 – Comrades

Zet – Zet definitely prefers to hunt alone as it would just give her more factors to keep track of. This mostly stems from the fact that she had always hunted alone, since her quests were always ones nobody should know about. She was, however, pushed into a leader/teacher role later down the line to get hunters new to the New World accustomed to their new surroundings and the new monsters and it turned out she was a hella good teacher if she tried.

Mei – Mei hates being alone a lot, so she is always delighted to have someone accompany her. In most of her travels she had Ena by her side, which made Mei really happy, but having someone fight alongside her made her even giddier. It just felt like a safe blanket to have someone there to support her on a hunt.

Chidori – At first, she kind of preferred hunting alone, just for the fact she didn’t want people to know that she was a terrible hunter, but once Fiorayne had gone on a hunt with her, Chidori noticed how much more fun it was and how much more secure she felt. Chidori is also rather anxious, so she had a hard time getting to know the people of Elgado, but through hunting together she had an easier time growing closer to them. Once her family from Kamura started hunting with her to boot, Chidori developed to hate hunting on her own. Especially hunting with her master, Utsushi, is a blast because it just reminds her so much of her training days and she always eats up his abundance of supportive comments.

Day 9 – Bond

Zet – Don’t ask her how it happened, but yes, emotionally stunted Zet somehow found a soulmate in the FTL. Him and the Handler were the two people in the New World that slowly but surely cracked open Zet’s walls, so when in Seliana it was the FTL that was standing before a lifechanging challenge, she made sure to stand by his side and support him. They kind of morphed into the Commander and his ace, just like the FTL’s grandfather and the huntsman, and through this continuous cooperative work, the two grew closer until something shifted. Ofc it was the FTL that kinda sprang the idea of being “something more” but Zet was surprisingly okay with giving it a try and suffice to say, she rather enjoys the outcome.

Mei – Little does she know it yet, but her deep affection for Kyle might not just be that of a good friend. After they had finally sorted out their differences, Mei did everything to be good in his book, and when he joined her on the last stretch of her journey, Mei was really happy and giddy despite the looming danger. She highly enjoys their (playful) bickering and she loves to make him work himself up. For now, she only knows that she’d jump at any opportunity to spend time with him, be that out on a fun hunt or help him with boring paper work, but in time she’ll realize what those feelings really mean.

Chidori – Once student and master found themselves on even footing, so suddenly grew their relationship uncertain. Once her and Utsushi seemed to see eye to eye, it felt like some invisible barrier had vanished and suddenly there was so much potential floating around the air, it actually made their relationship a bit awkward for a while. But after the whole affair with Ibushi and Narwa, and Utsushi being surprised how much it actually scared him to lose his “favourite pupil”, these two tentatively tip toed closer to each other until the finally took the plunge. They didn’t really broadcast their new relationship to anyone and are not particularly affectionate in the open (they do basically act the same as ever), but really, everyone knows these two are a thing. Even the people of Elgado could tell after only knowing them for a little while, but both Chidori and Utsushi still think no one knows.

#monster hunter #monster hunter world #monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter rise #mh oc questionnaire #field team leader #mh kyle #master utsushi #oc #zet #mei #chidori #mh #monster hunter iceborne

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practicecourts · 29 days

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No good choices (Moody March Microfic day 13: lonely)

Another @jilymicrofics in the Regency AU where Lord Potter should take his horse’s advice and Miss Evans realises she’s none too fond of men, in general, or is she?

Read on ao3 below the cut (700 wrds)

No Good Choices

… Lily, it is high time you gave up on the ludicrous idea of finding a paid position. Instead, you had better find yourself a proper husband, ensure your future by any means necessary, compromise a gentleman in a public setting, or sprain your ankle. Most firstborns are born early, it’s a fact of life in our social circles. You’re too pretty to be hired as a governess, no Mistress of a respectable house in their right mind would take you on. So stop hiding from the balls. I can’t have you live off me and Mr Dursley, so find yourself a husband that will provide for you. I’ve no interest in accepting that Mr. Snape on your behalf. Believe it or not, but I think you could do better. Just know, I will have no other choice, if you don’t act soon…

The words in Petunia’s handwriting blurred before her eyes. The implications of her elder sister circled her mind like a flock of vultures. Lily shuddered, the idea to trick a man into marriage, a bond that would last until either of them died, horrified her. She could never. She’d much prefer to stay alone, then suffer to feel lonely in an unsuited marriage. Besides, how would she even manage? Would she really dare approach a man? Grab a wandering gentleman by the lapels of his jacket, fling herself in unsuspecting arms, kiss an unattached Lord on the lips, let her fingers wander, and risk losing her virtue in the hopes he’d not walk away after she gave him what he desired? A man could after all, and no one would ever treat them less. Whereas she’d be ruined, without any chances for the future, just because she was a woman. The memory of her overhearing Lord Potter’s complaints about his poor predicament (his estate and title required him to take a wife in order for him to secure an heir) and his laments over the many ladies looking to seduce him to be their husband. He’d even gone as far as say he wanted to have a choice in such a personal matter, and he felt robbed of one. Oh, how angry she still got just thinking about it. How did he dare complain so vehemently, when he had all anyone could wish for? Good health, good fortune, title and lands to his name, proper education. She’d give a lot to be allowed to gain more knowledge. How could the man think he was without choice. What highborn lady would refuse him? A man of his stature and fortune, with great posture and good looks to boot. Lily had to admit she enjoyed looking at him. She even found herself day dreaming about him, his thick dark hair, attractive to her probably because it was a little too wild for society’s standards. Often her thoughts would wander to his eyes that could burn with their intensity, the severity of his look had the power to decide an argument. She’d also seen how they would crinkle just before his lips would quirk into a smile. Oh, how she’d started to look for that beginning of his smile, to see it just before it transformed his face like a sunset changed night into day… Oh, oh.

And just like that, Lily’s jealous anger morphed into something different, still heated, still burning, longing even; she desired Lord Potter, she wanted his smile, his look, to be only for her. What would it be like if he were to kiss her…What would it be like? She ran her finger over her lips, absentmindedly, before she shook her head, embarrassed for imagining he would ever kiss her.

For Lord Potter had made his opinion on women trying to seduce him perfectly clear. And as she was a woman with no fortune, no powerful relations, even when she would somehow find herself alone with him, even if he’d not walk away but instead do the honourable thing—Lily felt her face heat up, she put a cold hand on her cheeks—it would be to no avail, he’d forever think her mercenary, he’d be disgusted and loathe her for the rest of her life. He’d rightfully blame her for ruining his life.

That would be infinitely worse than being alone, but Lily wasn’t sure if it would be worse than living her life as Mr Snape’s wife. Spinsterhood sounded more and more appealing.

#jily microfic #james potter #jily #lily evans #lord Potter #Potato lover Snape #Petunia is worse than Mrs Bennet #Lily needs an escape plan #jple #Day 13 lonely

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I wanted to add a Metroid character forever ago. I love the universe of Metroid and need to play more Metroid games, I’ve only played Prime 3, Prime hunters and Other M. I know, fake fan. I just never have money when new Metroid games come out. So bleh. Anyhow. Let’s get down to business!

Metroid doesn’t have a lot of characters in general, it’s a not story based series and a large part of the vibe of Metroid is being alone in space. That’s such an important part of the Metroid vibe and aesthetic and such, so characters aren’t plentiful. That being said, I somehow have only played the games that have more characters than just Samus. Shrug. That being said, Metroid probably has one character request as of recently and that is Ravenbeak from Metroid Dread. I’ll admit I don’t know about that at all outside what was shown in trailers, I wanna play it, i just don’t own it. But he isn’t my choice. I’ve chosen one of the hunters from Metroid Prime hunters! So when i first conceived this idea I had chosen Weavil. Simply because, i wanted a space pirate, but they added Ridley so i don’t need a space pirate representative anymore. For that reason, I decided i wanted one of the cooler hunters. My personal favorite was Trace but he’s a sniper with stealth abilities, I don’t think he fits into smash as well as other characters. I also almost chose Kanden because he’s a cool looking character with an interesting story. BUT instead I’ve chosen

SPIRE! Seriously, look at this guy! He’s SICK! (Note OP likes rocky stuff). Spire is a being from the species known as the Diamont. It’s a shame he was made for a DS FPS game. Seriously who thought a Metroid Prime game on the DS was a good idea? Metroid Prime hunters you’d think wouldn’t lend itself to creative move sets since all the characters were designed to be played in multiplayer but the characters were also designed to feel different in multiplayer so that gives me plenty of room for that purpose. I think he’d be a weight much heavier than Samus, maybe close to K Rool. I think he should feel like a bruiser, like a living armored tank. So let’s discuss move set! By the way, I plan to redo the first two posts to add move sets to those characters and not be so wishy washy on the DK section. That being said.

For his Neutral B he will use his signature weapon the Magmaul. In the game it’s a bit of a chargeable grenade launcher and when Spire himself uses it adds a damage over time effect and it splits into more projectiles when it hits. Obviously we’ll used both of those properties BUT, i won’t be using the charge property. Instead he’ll fire it slowly and be at the fully charged state by default. This way holding the B button allows you to change the angle at which you fire it.

For his Up B he briefly makes a platform of magma to jump off of, dropping a magma spike below him when used in the air like elwind or Sonic’s spring, and leaving a magma spike on the ground when used on the ground. This move does not induce special fall.

For his Side B his uses the Dialanch, his version of the morph ball in multiplayer. He unleashes spikes on his body and rolls in the direction you used the move in. Unlike similar moves like rollout it’s not a chargeable move and is not stopped when he makes contact, instead it does a bunch of hits, and keeps going until you reach full distance or press B again. If you hit a wall Spire will climb it, in this state he will automatically stop using the move when he gets to the top of the platform. When used in the air assuming you don’t hit a wall it does induce special fall. I see this mixing up his ledge options.

For his Down B he covers his body in magma and it hardens instantly. Now he moves even slower but every move now has 2 or 3 hits of super armor and he cannot be launched in this state, but he will fall significantly faster. But in this state even him falling does damage to opponents. Or maybe it should work like Monado Shield but i liked my idea so bleh!

I know this one is late and to make up for it I will be doing another character today so it still looks like daily posting. That being said i hope you all like this idea for a move set. I had a lot of fun coming up with this one. “Tomorrow” I’ll be doing a post that requires a small amount of research. I will probably start ending weeks with posts that require research until I have no other choice either way.

#super smash bros #daily post #unfiltered thoughts #rambling #super smash ultimate #smash bros #Metroid #Samus #Spire #metroid prime hunters #Metroid prime

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Thank you for this blog, your answers are so well thought-out and insightful it's a pleasure to read. Here's something I've been pondering lately: Karniss with a Tav who also has some serious body image trauma, maybe due to being a race that's not very well liked, like tiefling or something.

Thank you for the compliment!

I thought this over for the past day and admittedly I was a bit nervous about giving an opinion on the statement. Not because it isn't a good head canon or idea, but because I know the topic of body image is a sensitive one and I don't wish to breed animosity. As someone who had body image troubles in their youth I know the struggle and it's a difficult part of yourself to come to terms with. Especially in an era where we're bombarded by unrealistic expectations on every media platform available. So I want to preface this response with a bit of a disclaimer. While I have thoughts on this head canon, it is not indicative of fact. It's not meant to represent everyone's personal struggles with body image nor is it all encompassing. Everyone is different and this is strictly a personal opinion.

With that said, I do like the idea you've pitched here. My thoughts are that while both struggling with their appearance in some manner would help them relate, it may also prove a hinderance in terms of moving forward. What I mean by this is there is a chance they could feed off of each other's insecurities. It can be difficult to try and lift someone else when you feel so very down about yourself, at least in my experience. That lack of confidence creates a wall and if both parties have those walls, one can't hear the other.

As an example, if Tav tries to tell Kar'niss he is beautiful and Kar'niss denies it vehemently refusing to hear it, then if Kar'niss says the same to Tav in return then they may very well deny it as well. It's difficult to get a foothold when both parties have such a great deal of self-loathing.

But!

This does not mean all is lost. I've always believed that light can pierce even the darkest corner and the same is true here. Over time perhaps either Kar'niss or Tav have a moment of clarity, a realization. Tav might see Kar'niss chiding or belittling himself and come to understand that this is what they've been doing to themselves all this time. It may have taken a while to see it but once they do their mindset begins to alter.

It's not a smooth climb to the peak of Mt. Confidence, in fact it's a long and rocky road. Yet Tav has found new motivation, a reason to fight the intrusive thoughts rather than allow them to emerge victorious. Now when Kar'niss compliments them they resist the urge to deny it and instead accept it with a humble thanks. I know that is a hard lesson I had to learn over the years and I've become far better at it. It's not arrogant to accept positive feedback or to even feel proud, it's something more people should do.

With Tav starting to accept themselves more then Kar'niss may follow suit, especially if the pair have grown close and formed trust. Suddenly that negative feedback loop morphs into a positive one and steadily both learn to love themselves for who they are rather than what others want them to be. This is, of course, a loose summary and they'd still have bad days along the way. Personal progression isn't a straight line, it's full of peaks and valleys. Two people that have been through such strife will travel that winding road often. Still, I think it is very possible for Kar'niss and Tav to find a happy medium, one they can live with. Sometimes it's the best you can do, and that's okay.

Thanks for the ask!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #bg3 #drider #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #tw: body insecurity #tw: body image #tw: body dysmorphia

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Hello Pasta! I'm wanting to get into writing fanfiction. I'm having a hard time getting started and not feeling embarrassed at the idea of posting it. I don't really know where to start or how. I have adhd, so motivation and not getting distracted like a cat are not my strong suits. Any tips and suggestions on getting started?

As a writer with severe and currently untreated ADHD whose brain will happily chase leaves down the street when I should be doing something important, I feel you, anon. I'm happy to give tips and suggestions!

So the feeling embarrassed is, imo, the hardest part to overcome in the beginning. It is your biggest wall. The lingering cultural stigma against fanfic certainly doesn't help. But the good news is, I don't know anyone who wasn't nervous and embarrassed the first time around. It's normal. And half of it is... literally just about Trying To Do The New Thing. Nobody wants to be 'bad' at something, and unless someone's a prodigy, their early stuff won't be perfect in the same way that the first time someone tries to paint a picture, it's usually pretty wonky. The difference between trying the new thing or walking away, is whether or not you see it as a learning experience. If you're learning, you're allowed to make mistakes. I've used the gaming metaphor before because it works: consider yourself a level 1 writer. Your armor is mismatched. Your sword is blunt. Your only hope of leveling up is stabbing rats for 6 hours. And that's ok, because everyone starts at level 1. Even me! My early stuff was riddled with mistakes, wonky phrasing, awkward structuring, and garbled plotlines, because I'd never tried to write before. So grasp onto your sword, and remind yourself that it's ok to make mistakes.

To fight the cultural stigma embarrassment, take a look at the List of Star Trek novels list. It's a mile long. Try scrolling through; it'll take a while. You know what all that is? That's fanfiction. It's fic, written by people who love the universe and want to tell more stories inside that verse. Paradise Lost? Bible fanfic. Shakespeare's Julius Caesar? RPF. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? AU fanfic. So much in the world is fanfic, and you're allowed to write it, just like everyone else.

For how to start, I'd advise looking at prompt or trope lists and choosing one you love! Something that sparks your creativity, whether that's the Cuddle for Warmth trope or a Snowball Fight prompt! The key is choosing something nice and concise when you're starting, since ideas like those are easier both to start and to finish. As you learn, you'll get the hang of longer works, but short helps so much in the beginning, especially when you're trying to keep your ADHD motivation going long enough to get it done.

Speaking of beginnings - a lot of writers get stuck on beginnings. And that's fair, because sometimes beginnings are boring and unnecessary. Some good advice I got? Consider starting in the middle! If we use, say, the Snowball Fight prompt, then there's no reason to start with Character A waking up and seeing the snow and getting dressed. Try jumping right to the fun part: them out in the snow, walking with Character B, and both of them now in the perfect position for banter to morph into the snowball fight itself.

If you're unsure how to literally make a paragraph happen, sometimes what you can do (and what I still sometimes do!) is essentially start with listing what needs to happen in that paragraph: 'Jane picks up a snowball. Jane squints at Matt. Jane throws snowball at his face.' Once you've written everything out (the whole fic), come back and add details paragraph by paragraph: sensory info, more specific words, adjectives. Which is how the paragraph becomes something like, 'Jane quietly scooped up a handful of glittering snow, narrowing her eyes at Matt in thought for only a brief second before rearing back and launching it at his face.' This is also essentially what my editing process looks like (which some people noticed when I accidentally left an unedited paragraph right above the edited paragraph in one chapter of TRT!). You can literally go through this process for the entire fic, starting with an outline (basic list of events) which you then break down into basic sentences (rough paragraphs) and then go back in and add details (editing process discussed above).

ADHD tip - distractions: first, have an area you devote to writing. Try to write there as often as you can, and make it a happy space! Your brain needs to learn this is the 'writing area' so it knows exactly what to do when you sit down. Make sure you have what you need nearby so you don't have to wander off - I have everything from hand lotion, a candle, chapstick, tissues, water, and fidget toys nearby. Consider using something like noise canceling headphones - I have a pair I use to block out sounds and play my TRT playlist for me while I write, so it's harder to get distracted by outside noise.

ADHD tip - fidgeting: I often reward my brain for every hour of writing by getting up to move around, stretch out. Sometimes I walk some loops around the house, or I go outside and chase the dog a little, hug a tree, the usual 'YAY NEW STIMULI' for my brain. I've found giving myself those regular moments of activity helps a huge amount.

Alternatively, if you're hyperfixating on writing, ride that train to the fucking end of the line. This is one of our strong points as writers. It won't happen every time, and you cannot rely on it occurring, but sometimes you reach this magical space where all else falls away. I've had nights where I fell into that mindset and pumped out 15k words in one long session (keep snacks and water nearby, otherwise you will forget to eat or drink - I've gone roughly 6-7 hours without eating or drinking before while in The Zone).

I drink a shit-ton of caffeine to make my brain go zoom, do with that what you will.

So your mileage may vary, but this generally works for both ADHDers and non-ADHDers: training your brain to focus on writing is essentially like training for a marathon. If you try to run a 50k on day one? You're fucked. Start with a goal of small word counts for each writing session. If you go longer? Great! But smaller goals in the beginning that are manageable are more useful. Instead of saying, 'I AM GOING TO WRITE 10K WORDS THIS WEEK/TODAY!', try, 'Every day I write 200 words.' Cause 200 words? You can do that! That's small! Enjoy your success and reward yourself, give your brain that sweet sweet dopamine reward at hitting that word goal. And as you go, and regularly start meeting that goal, you can consider adding a little more, bit by bit, but try to keep your goal achievable. Because writing a little is always better than writing nothing.

And above all... be kind to yourself. There's always someone out there who wants to read your story, no matter what that looks like.

I hope these tips help! It's definitely a challenge even for non-ADHDers to get into writing, and adding our unique brains into the mix can get a little wild, but it's definitely doable, and it's absolutely worth the effort to see if writing fic is something you want to do.

#ask response #writing tips #writing advice #adhd writing tips #writing #writing fanfic #fanfic tips #my brain is a massive tangled snarl of adhd impulses so I'm especially happy to give any advice #that might help you write!#everything is fanfic so don't be embarrassed #everything is inspired by something #unless you are a time traveler who is also a cave person who was the first person to paint some story pictures on a wall somewhere #everything after that was just fanfic

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cbrownjc · 1 year

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loumand shippers are mostly brown and black people who are first and foremost happy to see and interracial gay relationship without a white in it.

they will never turn on loumand or assad because for them it's less about the show and more about the representation.

they're also the smallest group in the fandom when you think of the three main ships. loustat, loumand, dm.

Hey Anon,

I mean, I kinda don't want to assume. I'm sure there are some white fans who ship Armand and Louis too. But I admit I do feel like many who do are as you say, people are drawn to a non-white interracial couple.

And I don't have a problem with that. I fully understand that. Hell, it's a rare thing to see in any medium. And if they are fine with accepting that Armand isn't going to morph into some noble good guy and will be doing some problematic things, just like other characters in this story, that's fine too. Again I and no one has ever asked them to stop shipping Armand and Louis because of the things Armand will do. Or turn on the ship.

The actors however no, I'm not confident about that. And not just because of what some of them are saying about Sam. But because of what I'm hearing is being said about Jacob too.

Apparently, some people have called Jacob a sell-out in regard to this stuff, particularly it seems because he's friends and close with Sam. Jacob, who went through some of the most racist backlashes in almost any fandom due to his casting, is being called this and having people question why he is so close with and hangs out with Sam so much instead of Assad.

So forgive me but no, at the moment I have little faith Assad is going to escape some of this when even Jacob hasn't, apparently.

And lord forbid either one of them say anything nice about Sam, or that their characters both actually love Lestat. Because, you know, as far as canon goes, Louis and Armand both do love Lestat too. Deeply.

This does not negate the love and understanding Armand and Louis have for each other, of course. But that is just a nuance here that I feel is going to go over a lot of these people's heads. It seems to whenever many of us in fandom have tried to explain it before now.

I don't usually mind shipper back and forths. I've engaged in my own in different fandoms, as anyone who goes through my Tumblr archives can see. I don't really do it for IWTV and VC fandom simply because I'm so drawn to the poly nature of Rice's vampires than I am for any sort of monogamous shipping aspect or idea. I am deeply looking forward to seeing the combinations of everything that's coming in S2.

But I am not looking forward to the actors being attacked or having disparaging things said about them just because Jacob or Assad aren't hanging out with each other more like some think they should, or because they both actually like Sam, or will at some point talk about how each of the characters they play love Sam's character and being called sell-outs for that, or anything else.

Because, again, nothing I'm seeing right now wrt all of this is giving me pause to not expect it to happen. Nothing at all.

And I speak from experience when I say . . . the actors do see or hear this personal stuff that's said about them. You might think they don't, especially if they have limited or no social media. But they still hear about it, even if just through a second hand. For sure.

#Assad Zaman #Jacob Anderson #Sam Reid #iwtv actors #Loumand #Loustat #AMC Interview with the Vampire #Interview with the Vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv #iwtv fandom #how do I know the actors see and hear this stuff #because the studios monitor this stuff and tell them about it #also I survived Smallville fandom #where saying shitty things about actors in the name of a ship people backed was a HUGE thing #there was even a whole character theory based on doing it #ask #ask and answer

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suicidalgamergirl · 3 months

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Bastarion Fic

From one of my prompts.

https://tgtncomic.tumblr.com/post/740426707222331392/stupid-astarion-fic-ideas

Enjoy my crappy writing.

*****

Her relationship was over.

Ken, her boyfriend for 5 years, ditched her. After caughting him texting other women, she had to break up with him. During the relationship, Ken has tried everything that he can to at least have some intimate relationship with her. Despite knowing she was assaulted in her teen years by another classmate years ago, she really couldn’t enjoy sex like every other adult.

It fucked up her mentally and emotionally.

It also didn’t help about his constant nagging for it and downplaying that she’ll be worthless in the next couple of years.

After seeing him chatting up chicks on his cell, she knew he wasn’t faithful. She ended the relationship, but his last words to her had stung hard.

“No one else will find you attractive. I just gave pity on you because no one will ever want to sleep with you. You dumb bitch, should have given me what I deserved for being nice to you.”

So here she was. An adult who was broken, hugging plush toys as she muffled her cries for the night. Maybe her childish attitude was the reason no one wanted a relationship with her. Maybe cuddling her pain from the assault because she was nothing but an irresponsible person to not be taken seriously for being an adult.

Ken was no more and she was free.

Getting up from her bed, realizing she is not going to have a good night. She put on her jacket and locked the door. She heard that doing some sort of exercise might release some endorphins.

She definitely needed the boost.

*****

Why did Tav have to die?

Her aid in dealing with his cruel master and letting said vampire become the next sacrifice of the Ritual of Ascension. He was granted such power from it. He was stronger, sharper, and willing to take down Baldur’s Gate with her and then the world.

He was going to give her Mephistopheles’ blessing and grant her power as his consort will have.

Yet she refused. She felt frightened of him. Yelling that he changed. She wasn’t pleased with his blessed powers that he rightfully deserved.

Ungrateful.

Having lived for centuries after her death, he noticed how frail humans are. They take their small lives for granted by wasting it over miniscule things.

Here he was, standing at her gravestone, and pondering what could have been if Tav wasn’t so ungratefully stubborn and accepted his compromise.

Still the night was young. Turning around and morphing into a white bat, he started fluttering into the night sky. Perhaps he’ll find something amusing during his flight.

*****

She had walked into a park. She was humming a tune to herself, a song by Oasis. A song of her youth. She used to sing that song to herself when she was a kid and attended her first funeral. She didn’t understand the whole procedures of said funeral. She was walking around in the mausoleum while everyone else was watching her dead grandma to be sealed into the wall.

She still didn’t understand death and maybe she never will. She was always different from everyone and it was hard making friends growing up.

Ken was the only one who saw something in her.

And now he is gone.

“QUIKP!” a cry in the night had halted her humming.

She turned to the distraction. She saw a pair of dogs playing with something. Something in her became a protective instinct. She rushed towards the dogs and they fled from her before she could try to find their tags.

Looking down, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked twice and she still couldn’t believe it

On the grass was a small white bat. It was in bad shape from the dogs. Taking off her jacket, she wrapped around said animal.

Bats were mostly nocturnal animals that were seen in the countryside. Plus it’s even rarer to find an albino bat.

“Don’t worry lil fellow,” she said as she hugged the poor thing, “I got you.”

The bat lifted his head. Was she dreaming that the bat understood her? It was getting late and the weather was getting cold. She might have to take said bat to a vet. Do they even know how to handle bats? Will it be better to phone a nature conservationist instead? What if it has rabies? Would they have to put it down?

Fuck it. It’s coming home with her tonight regardless of her safety. She can figure out in the morning what further action to make. Right now, she felt this poor bat needed some comfort.

*****

Those mutts ruined a perfectly good stroll.

Though, it was an interesting outcome. Another human decided to help him. What was the outcome of that? Her presence reminded him of a lost friend. Humans are such foolish creatures. They don’t know what danger they put themselves into by helping the less fortunate.

Perhaps revealing his true form will prove how foolish their gentle gestures are.

Stupid ungrateful humans. Just like Tav.

He’ll allow the human to hold him, for now. He was lost in the sound of her heartbeat. His sensitive ears can hear the flow of blood in her as he was being held. Her breath was giving away the cold air of the night. She was sacrificing her body heat for him.

It made him pity the human. A bit.

#fanfic #batstarion #astarion x reader #ascended astarion

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kariachi · 1 month

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Some birthday fic for @thenixkat! If you gave Laios a digi I missed it so... Just went with generic blob critter.

“Laios. Laios.” He could thank his military training for only taking two calls to wake, though giving them the credit doesn’t sit well in his stomach. What he has to thank it for is the keen realization that the unfamiliar voice comes too close and the immediate response. He rolls to the side and just barely manages not to fall over himself as he settles into a crouch, scanning the trees for the stranger. Only days have passed since he packed his things and slipped away in the dead of night, and a creeping concern moves up his spine that the army has sent someone to find him.

Instead, all he finds is a small, pink… thing, staring back at him with big, black eyes. He can’t say he’s seen anything like it before- a mollusk maybe? It looks like it has the one foot like a snail or a slug, but he’s never heard of one so upright, or with arms. Some sort of monster then, but he’s also never heard of a monster that spoke so clearly without also taking more human forms to deal with people-

“You can relax,” the little thing says, tone almost bubbly as it climbs onto his thin mat, not a single foot but a mass of small feet, absolutely fascinating, “nobody else is here, it’s all safe.” For some reason he wants to believe it, and though the incident with the kelpie runs through his head, Laios warily sits down on the hard ground, hand still within easy reach of his sword. It’s skin is smooth, what he can only describe as an attempt at a tiny muzzle on it’s face, and he finds himself humming in consideration.

“What are you?” It can’t be a demihuman, not only does it look even farther from a human than orcs and kobolds, he’d surely have heard about them before, but it certainly is strange for a monster. He suddenly wants to grab out his journal and start taking notes, making sketches.

“I’m Mochimon! I’m-” It pauses. “You’re-” Again, face scrunching where there should be a nose. “We’re ours!” That doesn’t really answer his question, though it makes something in his gut glow warm and bright, and he’s wondering if it would be the wrong thing to say so when it continues. “I’m a Digimon.”

Laios has never heard the word before, but he figures he can make a reasonable guess that the ‘mon’ is related to ‘monster’ and is somehow even more curious for it.

He abandons the sword and begins blindly digging through his pack for his journal.

“Are all Digimon like you?” The journal is easy, his pencil a little harder, as Mochimon squelches down in what Laios assumes is it’s equivalent to a sit. It’s fascinating, as he wonders how exactly the muscles are moving in there for it’s body to morph like that. There has to be at least muscle of some sort, right-?

“No,” it says, sounding pleased as he starts filling a page with notes and sketches, “I was Poyomon before, and someday I’ll be something else.” Laios blinks, looking up from the journal.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Mochimon tries to nod, he thinks, but it comes across more as a sort of wobbling back and forth. “All Digimon do it.” Oh, that was amazing, and fascinating, and amazing. Was it a life stage thing? How many were there? Mochimon hadn’t specified what it would become, were there different morphs? Or was he thinking too far into it? People always said he thought too far into these things… But just the idea-

“Wish I was one.” The words slip from his mouth before he can think to bite them back and he cringes at the slip. Good job, Laios, way to show your weirdness right off the bat. But Mochimon doesn’t shy away, give him a harsh and disgusted look. It just, he thinks it might be an attempt to tilt it’s head, but it’s head is about forty percent of itself (how does it fit it’s organs into such a small space when it’s got so much head to feed-?) so it’s closer to a lean.

“I don’t know if that’s a thing,” it says in a thoughtful tone, then brightens again and throws an arm up, “but if anyone can make it happen, Laios-” How does it know his name, he hasn’t even asked that yet, though somehow it feels like it should. “-it’ll definitely be us!”

He agrees. He knows next to nothing and he still agrees.

He’ll be more concerned about that later.

#fanfic

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sheshirkat · 2 years

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Eddie "The Freak" Munson as King of the Upside Down : a thread

He wakes up with a demobat licking his blood. He doesn't stop it. There's something that he can't really pinpoint that's reassuring and weirdly healing about its tongue on his wounds. And also weirdly, there's no other demobats around. ("Hivemind remember...where the fuck are the others?")

Turns out demobat's venom can be as deadly as it is healing. Boy got no idea how long he was in between life and death, in "the dark", but he woke up with the demobat and there was scars and pain but it wasn't nearly as bad.

So he gets up, and the upside down is changing around him. Accelerating. With the four gates opened, the upside down stuck in Hawkins S1 is changing for Hawkins S4.

He goes back into his trailer only to find that the gate is closed. ("It makes no sense, the gate should still be here whether or not the fourth gate has been opened so why isn't it here..?")

(Like the cloud we've seen at the end of the episode is actually a huge ass gate but has to be developped before it can reach full potential and allow passageway. Until then it's kind of like a black hole, everything that comes in each way ends up in a different time period of hawkins, and can't get back in or something like that, since the upside down is accelerating and morphing through time.)

"HENDERSON!"

No answer. Unsurprisingly.

"HARRINGTON? WHEELER? BUCKLEY? ANYONE?? HEYYY IM ALIVE !!"

Having a mental breakdown in all Munson Glory.

Only to notice the previous demobat at his feet. Not attacking him. It just followed him and is pulling on his jeans.

"What the---" it nuzzles against him.

He tentatively puts his hand on its head.

It does like that cat thing where cats push their heads onto your hands to make you caress them.

Eddie goes to check the Creel House "why not, everyone who might still be alive probably think I'm dead, there's no gates and Vecna didn't come to smother me in my deadly sleep. I'll take that as a sign."

The house is empty. And if he sighs from relief, a bat in his shaking hands, well, no one has got to know. ("No one will ever look for you anyway", a voice that sounds too much like himself whispers in his head)

The demobat is still here. He sits and carress her for a while. And while she FUCKING PURRS WHAT THE FUCK he notices she's purring master of puppets of all things.

In the asylum where victor creel is, they use music to "reach parts of the brain that other things can't"

Turns out eddie's rendition of master of puppets resonated in the demobat and she took quite a liking to him. Apparently.

He calls her Minnie. (Idk why I'm just rlly thinking about sirius black's nickname for mcgonnagal) (eddie and sirius do have much shit in common tho)

Also the tentacles hive things disappeared. Not that he'd know but while Henry/One/Vecna was still alive, he was weak, and lost touch with some of the upside down he had control with.

Since no one and nothing is here, he takes his shield, his weaponery, his guitare, a backpack, Minnie on his shoulder, and goes to explore.

First time Minnie goes away, he's hella fucking scared, not far away from skull rock, and crouch down under the rock (not) ready to blast a bitch.

She gives him hell of a scare when she comes back, another creature he's never seen before in her mouth. She eats a part of it. And dump the half on his knees.

He's hungry as hell, and a demobat saved him, so why the fuck not?

"Why the fuck not?" Becomes his motto.

First nights where he tries to sleep he's got awful nightmares.

Minnie stays besides him. He sleeps a bit better when she cuddles with him, humming the tune to master of puppets in a near perfect imitation.

He gets to the big cloud eventually, but Minnie doesn't want to let him inside, and he doesn't know why, but he trusts her. Crazy thing, but he doesn't feel as alone as he used to. Not with her there.

So he keeps exploring. Roams the upside down for god knows how long.

He and Minnie fight good against demobats and demogorgon.

First time they fought demogorgons Eddie was scared. He had managed to kill one out of three and the two others had Minnie in their eyesight ("does that thing even have eyes? C'mon Minnie you know they gotta be blind asf"). He ends up face to face with both demogorgons and his favorite demobat right behind him. They knock the shit out of him, but he does manage do get a few clean hits. On his back, ready to die for the second time, hoping minnie will at least get enough time to run away, his mind hazy and his soul almost leaving his body, he sees something.

Minnie's metal as fuck. She splurts fucking fire.

Yeah because Minnie's a fucking demodragon because "why the fuck not."

She grows real quick. Eddie's got no real idea how time passes in the upside down, it feels like he needs to eat and sleep less than in normal Hawkins.

He and Minnie find a few rogue demobats. There's no more hive mind, the demobats are just in total chaos. Some attack them. Others attack each other. There's no pattern.

Once in what he named "the batcave" afterwards, eddie takes out his guitare, and plays master of puppets, Minnie purring the tune on his shoulder.

Also Vecna's out to build an army and get back his power full force somewhere else. Don't tell me the upside down is only Hawkins' upside down. There was gates in Russia. The upside down's wayyy bigger. I'm talking like the whole world bigger.

So when Vecna's back and attacking Hawkins a year later, after the start of the reconstruction and healing, it's Vecna's army of hiveminded demobats and demogorgons against the kids and the scooby gang (minus eddie).

And eddie comes out of that huge ass cloud Hawkins kept freaking out about (and built a wall around it) ("like anything's gonna actually care and stop at the gates" "thanks for the positivity steve"), and he comes out, guitare on his back, bat and shield in his hands, onto Minnie's back, who became a full height demodragon by that time.

"Come with me if you wanna live big boy." "Didn't I tell you not to play hero?" "Oh but aren't you glad I didn't listen to you Harrington?" (If steve's eyes were shining a bit from held back tears or lack of sleep, no one can tell.) (Self indluging headcanon of steddie powercouple on demodragon Minnie's back tho)

Dustin says nothing. He just hugs him. Really hard. "Hey henderson, not that I mind your enthousiasm, but could you step aside two seconds, got few demogorgons to smash, be right back"

"No No No don't jinx it you idiot! "

"-okay I *splash of blood* won't *gets kicked on the ground* be right back *stands up and slash demogorgon's head*

After the war, Minnie's a bit jealous at first. Okay, a lot. She did put fire to Dustin shoes. But when Dustin makes her taste chocolate bars, she's a little more keen to accept that he's close to Eddie. The others are up to you.

Or maybe she dies and Eddie goes absolutely feral idk

I'm tired as hell, wrapping this shit up. Maybe I'll make a fanfic out of it, who knows. Saw a post about Eddie king of the Upside Down and I just HAD to make this. Also Minnie & Eddie Friendship vibez : Oh Ana, Mother Mother

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