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what do you think an ideal date with jude be like?
a love for the books - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: request above!
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HIII MY LOVE!! i’m so sorry this was delayed but i’m posting this in honor of valentine’s day 😣🤍 ik this might be a little over the top, but knowning how jude is...🤭 HERE’S THISSS FOR YOU AND ANYONE READING!! like always, hope you enjoy bc it’s pure fluff 🤍🤍
“look so pretty for me darling,” jude said coming up behind you where you shyly looked away as you finished clasping your earrings on. “seriously, like how did i get this lucky,” jude kisses your temple and sighed in relief as he hugged your waist.
you smelled his familiar cologne, kissing his bicep that was bare as he wore a simple black button-up and some jeans. looking more boyfriend than ever. “i don’t know jude, you tell me. i’m the lucky one for being able to spend my weekend away with my boyfriend for the first time in weeks,” you say teasingly.
“you’re right. but i have a girlfriend who is patient, loves and cares for me, and planned this evening for the two of us. don’t worry i have something special in store for you later,” jude leans down and pecks your lips in a loving manner, a groan stuck in his throat as he tastes your sweet taste.
“cmon i wanna eat, i’ve been dying to eat for hours,” jude says pulling you to the door hand to hand. “jude wait hold, wait jude! i need my shoes and my purse,” you say giggling and rushed. jude sits impatiently as you finish final details, sighing in relief once you finished.
jude opens the passenger door for you, refusing to let you do anything and let him be the gentleman he is. he keeps a hand on your thigh but from time and time, he'll interlock hands and kiss the back of it gently, giving you a cheeky smile as he sang to his music.
he led you to your table at the exclusive and private restaurant, never letting go until he grabbed your chair and helped you get seated. his brows pulled in as he scanned through the menu, telling you different options of what he saw or what he was in the mood for.
"we'll take the roscatto red wine in a bottle, and bread rolls for starters," jude spoke kindly, his thumb rubbing your skin as you continued to scan in the menu, thanking the waiter when they brought and filled your glass.
"what's the surprise you mentioned," you asked curiously, leaning your head on your hand that rested on your table. "it won't be a surprise if i tell you," jude snickered, grabbing a small bite of the golden warm bread. "yes but i'm impatient and want to know," you moaned. "if you keep whining i'll blindfold you and won't let you see the entire ride there," jude raised his brow testing you.
"fine, now what are you thinking of getting?" you asked taking a sip of the red wine carefully. "maybe the honey garlic salmon with a side of stirred veggies?" he said slowly as he read the menu. you winced in a disgusted manner, shaking your head at the thought of seafood, "ew..."
"oh please," jude laughed at you, "i bet you'll order pasta or noodles of some sort knowing how you are," jude teased earning a dramatic gasp from you. "for your information, i was thinking of it... BUT i'm going to go with the steak with a side garlic parm zucchini bites and stuffed rolls," you poke your tongue out.
jude and you speak quietly among yourselves, laughing loudly as you remember old memories and remince those times where you first met, last minute dates because you had missed each other. going to random gas stations to get snacks, or stay up all night on facetime.
you could remember it all, write all the memories down on sheets of papers and turn them into a book if you wanted to. jude always tells you the day you have kids, and once they’re bigger, he couldn’t wait to tell them just exactly how you met. how his heart bang out his chest and saw everyone blurry and just you standing in the room.
how nervous he was trying to approach you. the eagerness inside him to hear you laugh or make you smile. how determined he was to get your number or any sort of contact because he knew. how much off a stuttered mess he was once he finally asked you if you want to go inside for a drink. how he felt like the luckiest man on earth, almost cried, when you told him the three words.
through think and thin. you were it for him. and he’ll never ever let go of you.
“cmon… we’re almost there baby…” jude said as he dragged you along the gravel road down into a wet trail. “jude when you mentioned surprise i though a movie night with a fort and a game off poker, not this! i just ate and all this walking is gonna make me throw up,” you laughed nervously, almost misplaced your step any a giant rock.
“funny you say movie night… what if we have a movie night here,” jude closed your eyes, then revealed the open setting. “we can star and moon gaze if we get bored, but we can have a movie night here with all these snacks surrounding us,” jude kisses your forehead, watching your mouth agape as you saw the laid out pillows and sheets, a small table containing the snacks and jude’s ipad.
“jude… this is so CUTE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for,” you squeal hugging him so tight he’s afraid you’ll break his bones. “only boyfriend you’ll have,” jude states in a possessive manner making you roll your eyes playfully.
“only boyfriend i know, unless for some reason henry cavil turns up single?” you shrug pouting your bottom lip, jude immediately frowning as he followed your steps into the sheets laid out. “uhm first off all were both english. second of all that won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure if it. third of all, you say all this after i do this for my lovely girlfriend?” jude speaks as hoe watches you set up the pillows and open bags of chips.
“i was just kidding… you’re the only hero in my life, and i can’t wait to make more of these memories with you,” you say after nagging an upset jude to lay down. he has one hand under his head, as the other one strokes your back, the bringing it up to tuck a curl back, brushing your cheek and leaning up to capture your lips.
you melt inside, feeling a burn sensation as he kiss your lips. this felt different than past times, the way he holds you, kissing you like a starved man, hands brushing and pulling you on top of him so he can further the kiss even more. your hearts beat quicker, not once pulling away, just in your own world with jude.
“as much as i want to fuck you against these sheets… i want to watch the movie with you,” jude pulls away breathless, smears of your lipstick all over his lips as he closes his eyes trying to calm down. “and what if i say i don’t want to watch the movie… that i’ll take that offer right now,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, making jude shiver.
“if you’re a good girl and do what i’ll say, i’ll gladly grant the wish, so turn around for me and press play…” jude’s voice then deep nudging to the ipad and watching you slowly turn and lay on his arm, feeling your nails gaze onto his skin as you traced his veins.
after a couple minutes of silence and just your breaths and watching the movie, you feel jude pull the strap of your dress down and pepper kisses all over your bare shoulder. “stay still, gonna give my girl the love and care she deserves…”
your love was definitely a story for the books.
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Already Gone || MV1 {4}
Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader
Summary: Try as you might, you can’t stay away from Max for too long.
Warnings: criminal activities, implied smut
WC: 2.8k
F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five
It was official, you were insane. That had to be the reason why you found your way back to Monaco.
The last month had seemed more like a year and every single day had dragged out as you tried to keep yourself distracted by moving from place to place. But nothing worked. Max consumed your waking thoughts and invaded your dreams.
Your freefall through Europe had started in Norway since it had been the first flight leaving the country after you finally retrieved your go bag from the safe house in Camden Town. You tried not to look back as you searched for a place to start over, forcing yourself to move forward even though your legs felt like lead.
Sweden came next, then Denmark, but neither country had what you were looking for either so you crossed into Germany. The luxury apartment in Cologne had everything you needed to have a fresh start as a nobody and you should have been comfortable, but it too didn’t feel like home. So you had locked it up and got back in your car, hitting the highway and letting fate decide where you ended up.
You mindlessly walked with your head down to shelter your phone from the rain that drizzled upon the cobbled streets, your thumb swiping through the hundred of pictures you had taken with Max. You had only stopped in the random city because you could no longer ignore your rumbling stomach but when you saw the country flag hanging from a war memorial statue you froze.
You looked around, paying more attention to your surroundings and not the memories the photos held, as you struggled to remember even passing through the Netherlands before reaching Belgium. Everywhere you turned you saw signs you had missed, the city name surrounding you: Hasselt.
How did you end up here?
Max was the answer. You were a victim of your own mind and it had been leading you back to him this entire time. But this still wouldn’t be enough. You didn’t want to be where he was born, you wanted to be where he was.
You wanted to make things right. You needed to make things right.
So there you were, walking along the private street lined with perfectly trimmed hedges towards a wrought iron gate that would never stop you from reaching his door. But the man stationed in front of it might.
“Shit,” you cursed as you turned down the driveway of his neighbour. You hadn’t factored in that he may have been given a protective detail as a result of your actions. It didn’t change your end goal though, merely the plans of getting there.
It had been a few years since you last scaled a fence but you managed to pull yourself up the one on the back boundary and not break a leg when you jumped down the other side. It would have been much easier to sneak around at night but you weren’t patient enough to wait that long but you did keep to the shadows as you reached the house and tested the backdoor.
You hardly breathed when the latch clicked and the handle turned. The sound seemed too loud in the quiet suburb and you froze as you waited to hear the shouts of alarm, but they never came. All you heard was the loud purring of Achilles as he padded across the kitchen floor to brush against your legs.
“Look at you, you’ve gotten so big,” you whispered as you picked him up and snuggled him to your chest, a weight lifting from your conscience knowing Max had kept his promise. “I missed you too.”
You placed him back on the floor with one last scratch behind his ears before silently rounding the corner and ducking past the front window and tiptoeing up the stairs. You had spent too many nights in this house to count, made too many memories, to just walk through it without feeling the ache that came from missing it.
You skipped the stair that always creaked and stepped to straighten the picture of him and his mom on the wall. It was your fault it was on a lean, your shoulder had knocked it one night when you fell asleep on the couch and Max had carried you up to bed.
The only thing that had changed in the house was the door to the storage room that now had a gaping hole in it. Questions flooded your head at the possibilities ranging from Max lashing out in a fit of rage and putting his fist through it to a more worrying thought of someone else doing the damage. Was that why he had security? Did someone attack him?
Your hands shook at the thought and you clenched them into fists as you swore you would find out what happened, and make sure they paid.
The anger that had quickly filled you evaporated the instant you heard his voice and your feet carried you towards the sound you had missed dearly.
You watched him for a minute from the side door to the corner office, taking in the exhaustion that saturated him from his wild hair and dark bags under his eyes to the unkempt beard he was sporting.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled to one of the Red Line racers and the lifeless tone cut through the excitement you had felt when you spotted him in his simulator, his eyes focused on the screens in front of him.
“When did you become the liar?”
Max’s hands tore his headset off as he spun to find you, an apparition he could hardly believe was standing in his home. Time slowed as you stared at each other and the very air seemed to freeze as you connected with those blue eyes that had haunted your nights. No photo could ever quite capture the true shade of azure they were, you had relied upon your memory but even that did not do them justice.
“Hi.” You broke the silence and the moment in time was shattered, sense coming back to Max as he pulled the power plug from his simulator to cut the live stream before jumping to his feet.
“How did you get in here, Y/N?” he asked, looking out the window that overlooked the front yard to see the security guard still stationed at the gate.
You shrugged and looked down at your feet. “The backdoor was unlocked.”
“I have so many questions.”
You had expected as much as you went to the adjoining room and took a seat on the edge of his bed while he leaned against the set of drawers.
“I can’t promise answers to everything, but I won’t lie to you, Max,” you swore as you buried your hands in your pockets.
“That’s more than I thought I would get,” he muttered before taking a deep breath and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Fine, an easy one to start with. Would a locked door have stopped you?”
Your shoulders bounced with a laugh. Reaching the back of your head, you pulled a long hair pin out and eyed the curved hook that you held out to him. “Not a standard one at least.”
He shook his head but didn’t seem surprised by the answer. “How did you learn that? How did you become…whatever you are?”
“That’s not as easy to answer,” you admitted as you pushed the pin back into your hair. “There was this foster mum, a particularly nasty woman. She liked the money the state gave her but not so much the kids. She would lock us in the attic and as the oldest it was up to me to sneak out and steal food, clothes, money. Turns out I was pretty good at it.”
“Fucking hell,” Max said quietly as his hands fell at his sides and you saw the pity in his eyes. You didn’t want pity.
“It is what it is. My turn for a question,” you said as you pointed to the hallway. “What the fuck happened to the door?”
“What? Oh, that,” he said as a small smile appeared on his face, instantly making your heart feel lighter. “Achilles got trapped in there and I had to break him out, poor little guy must have been terrified.” The smile disappeared as he realised that had probably been how you felt as a child and he swallowed deeply before crossing the room and sitting beside you on the bed.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he confessed as he rested his elbows on his knees and dropped his head in his hands. “Why did you come back?”
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you too.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out the small thumb drive you had prepared on your journey to Monaco. “This is everything you need to destroy Ferrari,” you said as you placed it into his hand and closed his fingers around it.
“What is this?” he asked as you spotted a dress between the almost closed doors to the wardrobe. You rose to your feet and opened it wider to see your clothes that had been left at his place on numerous occasions hung neatly beside his. “Y/N, what is this?”
You trailed your fingers over the thick motorcycle jacket he would wear, the one you would rest our helmet on as you tucked in behind him to shelter from the wind on a ride. “Correspondence, payments, data reports, everything to prove what they hired me for,” your voice almost failed as emotion thickened your throat, “and my testimony.”
The air shifter as Max stood up and you turned to see his brows pinched together. “But that would mean…”
“I’m done running, Max.”
“So that’s it? You’re done?” he shouted as he raked his hands through his hair. “You’re giving up and happy to spend the rest of your life in prison?”
“I’m not happy about any of this,” you shot back as you took a step closer and tipped your head back to look him in the eyes. “But I can’t live with the guilt of knowing I ruined your dream.”
“My dream was to be world champion, and I already won that twice,” he stated as he opened his hand, letting the thumb drive clatter on the floor. “I don’t care if I lose every race this year, liefje, I’m not going to lose you again.”
The drive crunched under his heel as he destroyed the evidence his team needed before he pulled you into his arms. Your head fell forward as relief crashed into you and your fingers desperately clung to the back of his shirt as you held him close.
“I thought you would hate me,” you whispered as your tears wet his shirt.
“I wanted to. I tried to, but,” he breathed into your hair as his arms encircled your wait. “Ik hou van jou.”
You had lost all hope of hearing those words on his lips again so it took a moment to process that had really said them to you, but the instant your brain caught up so did your body. You were already rising on your toes as you threw your arms around his neck and crashed your lips with a sound of delight.
“I love you too,” you promised between the gasping breaths you took as his kiss trailed down your neck and he guided you backwards.
Your legs hit the bed as he pulled your shirt off and it fell from his hands as his eyes darkened while they drank in the sight before him. The dutch you had learned from him was limited but you recognised the word for beautiful before his lips were on your skin where they belonged once again.
“What happens now?”
Your head was resting on Max’s chest, one leg draped over his as you listened to his heartbeat. You had been lost to the sensation of his fingers running up and down your spine that you didn’t comprehend the question until his touch disappeared.
“I suppose I should have a chat with your boss.” His eyebrows lifted at your suggestion and you chuckled as you trailed your fingertips over the soft curls below his navel, the blond hair catching the afternoon sun that spilled into the room. “I’m out of a job and a girl needs to eat, maybe I can put my skills to some good use?”
“No,” he shook his head adamantly. “No more secret agent spy shit. You don’t have to do that anymore, I’ll take care of you.”
You smiled against his warm skin as you pressed a kiss to the centre of his chest and peered up at him. “I was thinking more along the lines of security work, keeping the secrets safe instead of stealing them. Atonement for my sins.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure Christian will want you in a mile radius of the factory, or England,” he laughed and the sound only fed your smile.
“I can be pretty convincing.” You slipped out of his embrace and grabbed your clothes from the floor as he sat up and made to follow. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Where are you going?” He frowned as you pulled your jeans on and threw your shirt on next as you left the room.
“To talk to the moron at the gate!”
“Woah, hold on,” Max called as he rushed out of the bed, a heavy thud and a curse telling you he caught himself up in the tangle of bedsheets. “Y/N!”
“He had one job, Max, one job.” You skipped down the stairs and his feet hit the landing at the top. “Anyone bastard could have snuck past and gotten into your house.”
You threw the door open and broke into a sprint as Max raced to catch up, his shout alerting the guard to your presence.
“You!” you growled as you pointed a finger at the man.
“You!” he shouted in alarm at the same time, his hand reaching for the phone on his hip.
“Stop, both of you!” Max demanded as he caught you around the waist and planted you behind at his still shirtless back. “Paolo, she’s not a threat.”
“Debatable,” you muttered as you crossed your arms. “I’m not a threat to you, but he clearly isn’t doing a great job at protecting you. Here, give me that,” you didn’t wait for an answer as you swiped the phone off Paolo, Christian’s number already on speed dial and connecting.
“Paolo, everything alright?” Christian answered.
“I’ve gone by many names, but Paolo isn’t one,” you said with a smile before you heard a door shut loudly in the background and the sound of leather creaking as he sat down on his office chair.
“What is it you want?”
“This isn’t just about me, the question is what do we both want?” You looked at Max as he stood stoically between you and the angry security guard, the dominance in his stance making you hot and bothered all over again. “I’m looking right at him, Mr Horner. So I suggest you pick up the beautiful fountain pen your lovely wife gave you for your anniversary, walk over to the planner on the wall behind you and find the time to meet with me.”
“Put Max on the phone,” Christian demanded quietly.
An offended scoff escaped your throat at the request. “I haven’t hurt him, I’m trying to help you keep him safe. I’ve already proven that the people you hire to protect him aren’t up to par.”
“Put him on the phone.”
“Fine. Tell him when and where you want to meet.”
You tossed the phone to Max and walked back inside the house, climbing straight back into the sheets that were still warm and smelled like him. It was the feeling of being wrapped in a cocoon of safety and the sense of home you had been searching for since you were a child. It had been right here.
It was the soft sigh that had you blinking your sleepy eyes open to see him leaning in the doorway, a playful smile on his lips. “You’re insane.” He pushed off the door jamb and pulled back the sheets to join you under the blankets, your bodies moulding together like two puzzle pieces.
“Says the man that goes 200 mph in a tin can.”
“We must both be insane,” he chuckled as he kissed your temple, “because we’re heading to the UK in the morning.”
You smiled and looked up at him, seeing your reflection in his eyes like glancing into a perfectly serene lake, endless depths hidden within them. You took his hand and traced the life line that slashed across his palm before following the love line that branched off it. You had danced your way over moral lines your entire life but now you had found the lines you wouldn’t cross.
“I told you I could be convincing.”
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11 year old Gerry Kaey - a psychological analysis
[ID: screenshot from a spreadsheet of two columns and two rows. The first column is labeled “First Name,” with “Gerard” listed below it. The second column is labeled “Last Name,” with “Kaey” listed below it. End ID]
Like everyone else, I was of course delighted by the presence of our beloved arsonist on our list of child test-subjects at the World Line 2 Magnus Institute (not delighted that he was having unethical psychology experiments performed on him, delighted by his presence. though it’s possible that this was actually a better childhood than he had with Mary. but I digress.)
(Data set can be found here, if anyone else wants to make a copy and play with it, and this post has my fave analysis of the sheet itself)
The data for Gerard Kaey was absolutely delightful, and it indicated more than almost anything else that some people were in fact the same (or very similar) across world lines. I was going to post about it and then I remembered that not everyone was forced to take a slightly outdated Educational Psychology class recently, and thus the random names at the top would not be indicators of fuckin anything without extensive Googling.
I figured trolling the internet for details on outdated developmental psychology theories and unethical sociology experiments is not most people’s idea of a fun afternoon (tho in the magnus fandom you never know); either way I figured I’d pull out the fun and interesting data on this goth child and translate it into human terms for us all to enjoy.
(QUICK NOTE: Pretty much all of these theories are outdated on account of being No Good and quite reductive and many of the experiments are EXTREMELY fucked up (all of which makes sense, given where these fictional data came from). If you’re curious about any of the actual psychological theories and criticisms, here’s a relatively jargon free summary, with further reading at the bottom. I’m gonna follow the time-honored tradition of psychology professors and say “well it sucks and was bad that this happened BUT it did happen and we might as well use the data to come to some general conclusions and/or ask better questions, especially about the people performing those tests in the first place.” anyway ty for coming to my TED talk ONTO THE GERRY DATA)
[ID: screenshot from a spreadsheet of three columns and two rows. The first column is labeled “Kholberg,” with “Level 3” listed below it. The second column is labeled “Prosocial,” with “High” listed below it. The third column is labeled “Empathy Index,” with “95%” listed below it. End ID]
Let’s start here.
Kholberg’s Theory of Moral Development is a metric for measuring the moral development in children. It has three stages. A child who has reached the “third stage” demonstrates a consideration of the needs and feelings of others when making morality-based decisions and judgements, even above the norms and expectations of society.
Prosocial behavior is behavior that can be characterized as having no direct benefit to the person performing an action; something done entirely for the good of others.
Empathy Index is pretty self-explanatory (as far as I can tell, it’s not actually based on anything and is something the researchers created just for this experiment).
So far, we’ve got a rough picture of Gerry as a kid who has a strong moral compass, who is quick to help, even when there’s no benefit for himself. Who considers what the people around him might want or need. Who is able to throw social expectation out the window when someone else is in need.
Reminds me of that older, slightly different version of himself, sitting alone at a table in Venice, wearing a Hawaiian shirt because he’s “on vacation,” sighing in exasperation at the interruption and telling a stranger to think of her mother.
[ID: screenshot from a spreadsheet of two columns and two rows. The first column is labeled “Milgram,” with “Low” listed below it. The second column is labeled “Asch,” with “Low” listed below it. End ID]
These are my favorite rows. They’re all the way at the end of the spreadsheet, which kind of makes me imagine that the testers had this image of a highly developed child, a kid who seemed perfect for whatever they had planned. And then…
Milgram was the motherfucker who ran the experiment where people were told to press a button, and when they did, another participant was delivered an electric shock. (there wasn’t actually a shock in Milgram’s experiment, just an actor pretending to be shocked. The socks were fake, but the psychological damage was real!) The test was designed to measure how long people would continue to do what they were told by the “scientist” running the test, even as the electric shock appeared to grow stronger. A “low” score is indicative of someone who bailed out ASAP, no matter what the test-runner said.
The Asch Conformity Experiment put a large number of people in the room (most of whom were actors) and showed them a series of images of lines with different lengths, and they had to identify which was longest. The actors all gave the correct answer for the first few, and then all of them started to give the exact same wrong answer (i.e. all of them would say B, even if Line A was clearly longest). The test measured how likely a subject was to conform to the group opinion, even when they knew the people around them were objectively wrong, if they were the only one offering a different (but correct) answer over the course of several rounds of images.
I have this super clear image of little Gerry in a ratty pair of jeans and a band t-shirt, long hair absolutely unbrushed, walking into a room with a dude in a lab coat and someone else strapped to a chair and IMMEDIATELY getting suspicious, and just refusing to press the button again once he realized what it did, leaving the actors just… lost as to how to proceed. And then with the Asch test, he’s just sitting there with a look of incredulity on his face looking at the people around him and saying “do you people need fucking glasses all of a sudden? it’s not fucking B.” and just ignoring them for the rest of the test.
and all of the Magnus people who had been VERY excited about this promising young person all of a sudden realizing that they have accidentally recruited a VERY intelligent juvenile delinquent.
so there you have it! World Line 2 Gerry Kaey was kind when he didn’t have to be, he didn’t give a shit how other people felt about him, he cared deeply for other people, UNLESS of course they were people in authority, in which case he told them to go fuck themselves.
*dreamy sigh* that’ll be our Gerard
final fun notes:
Gerry has the second highest number on the Empathy Index at 95%
The only kid who beat him, with a score of 98%, was 9 year old “Samara Khalid”
10 year old “Conner Dyer” scored “Low” on the Milgram and Asch tests JUST like Gerry. I wonder if they were friends.
Other than that, Dyer is almost exactly average among the rest of the data
Khalid scored “High” on both Milgram and Asch
Wonder how that’s gonna affect things 👀👀👀 high empathy, high value on what other people think
Sam thats so autistic of you I love u
Khalid was also on “Level 3” of Kholberg and had “High” levels of Prosocial behavior, despite being only 9 (super young to have the abstract thinking necessary for that)
#long post#tmagp#the magnus protocol#gerard kaey#the magnus institute#tmagp meta#gerry kaey#tmagp spoilers#tmagp arg#I have so many wikipedia pages about psychology open on my bowser#anyway I hope you ENJOY#I was gonna just make a post with the screenshots and the ‘that’ll be our gerard’ but then I realized that would be fucking inscrutable#so now we have this#yw#(???)
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Honeysuckle Phonies
AN | Okay, here’s part two finally! Best Boyfriend Eddie is really the best. I love him (and you). Please read the warnings before proceeding. If you or someone else might be experiencing any sort of domestic violence, consider looking here for help or reaching out to someone you can trust.
Warnings | Language (including use of derogatory names), Discussions of domestic violence and healing injury (nothing graphic)
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3.6k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
Part 1
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
It hadn’t been hard to cross the line from friends to lovers with Eddie. It had happened slowly at first, both of you testing the waters with tentative touches and softly spoken words, before you jumped in headlong. You remembered that fall afternoon clearly; you were with Eddie, hanging out at his trailer, the two of you bundled up in big blankets as you watched some random movie marathon that was on television.
At one point, he’d caught you staring at him rather than the screen but chose not to comment on it. Another time you found his eyes trained on you, a dopey little smile on his face and his expression soft. It was only a few seconds after that when he’d pulled you into his arms and his lips were on yours. You weren’t sure who technically initiated the kiss, but it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was Eddie. Eddie kissing you.
But that had been then, several months ago, and this was now. And things were slowly starting to change. Where Eddie thought you’d only grow closer, you’d ended up drifting apart bit by tiny bit. He was confused because he hadn’t realized anything had been wrong; he wasn’t sure if it was him or…something else. He really, desperately hoped it was him, rather than the alternative. But he didn’t know because you were barely speaking to him at the moment and always had some sort of excuse for why you were busy.
But Eddie wasn’t the type to just give up; not with you, not with something this important. So, he decided one morning while his mind was wandering off during math, he was going to speak to you about it and he wasn’t going to stop until he finally knew what was going on.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
“Hey baby,” Eddie found you sitting behind the school’s main building, on the cold ground, shivering as you worked on some homework. You looked up and found him looking at you with soft eyes, already stripping off his sweater to give to you. He kneeled down so he was eye level with you, putting a finger under your chin to pull you to his lips, “what’re you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
“Homework,” you shrugged meekly, pointedly ignoring how he was holding his sweater out to you before turning your attention back to your notebook, “‘m fine, Eddie.”
“No,” he plopped down onto his butt so he was sitting directly in front of you, “you’re not fine. I’m tired of pretending that things are fine, that you’re okay when you’re clearly not. I want to fix it, to make it better, but you need to tell me how, sweetheart. Please let me make it better.”
“Eddie,” you swallowed thickly, already feeling the lump well up in your throat, “please. Just go.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he tried to drape his sweater around you but you shook your head and gently pushed his hand away.
“Please,” you looked around to make sure no one was watching; of course no one paid attention to the invisible kids, “I…not right now, not here. Please.”
“Okay,” he nodded after a few moments of contemplation, “come to mine tonight? Eight?”
“Yeah,” you agreed and while he still felt defeated, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, “see you tonight.”
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Eddie spent the rest of the day replaying what had happened between the two of you, analyzing very little detail from how your voice sounded to each micro-expression. He had a feeling he knew what was going on but didn’t want to fully embrace that idea just yet.
By the time you arrived and knocked on his door, he’d been so deep in thought that he almost jumped out of his skin. He wasted no time in coming to the door and opening it, to find you on the other side with an unsure expression.
“Hi,” he whispered softly. You allowed yourself to meet his gaze and before he could fully process what was going on, you’d thrown yourself into his arms, clinging onto him as tightly as humanly possible. He could hear your soft sniffles and whimpers and held you back just as fiercely, “hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
“Eddie,” his name was a small cry from your lips and you felt yourself slowly calming down with each passing moment of his touch, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you lately. It’s not you, I swear.”
“Stop, baby, stop. You have nothing to apologize for. I have a feeling this wasn’t me or you, was it?” you pulled back and studied him anxiously. You reached up and touched his cheek without thinking about it, but froze when you saw the expression shift. He took your hand and held it out to examine it and your stomach dropped. His eyes hardened and his mouth pulled into a thin line as you tried to pull your hand away, “who did this?”
“Eddie,” you followed his eyes as he studied the fading yellow and greenish bruises on your wrist and forearm. You’d forgotten they were there; to you they were already in the past and long out of your mind but to him it was a shock to the system, “I-I fell. Really, it’s nothing.”
“Was this Jason?” he asked softly, watching your face for any sort of change, “you don’t have to lie to me. This doesn’t happen when you fall…they’re finger shaped bruises.”
“Can we go inside?” you pulled your hand out of his and he nodded grimly, opening the door so you could step into the warmth and familiar comfort of his trailer. You kicked your shoes padded over to the couch, sitting down and pulling your knees to your chest. He sat on the floor in front of you, but remained silent to let you have whatever you needed, “they don’t know I’m here. I had to sneak out.”
“Your parents?” he asked as you caught his eye and nodded, “and Jason?”
“Mhmm,” you sighed lightly, “Jason took it upon himself to tell them we were dating and they didn’t like that too much. They wouldn’t even listen to me at all, they just believed whatever Jason said. He said…he told them all of these stupid, horrible untrue things.”
“Did they hurt you?” he’d surged forward, putting a gentle hand on your leg, “what did they do to you, baby? Please, please tell me.”
“They didn’t do…anything like that,” you confessed, “they grounded me and said I couldn’t see you anymore. They locked me in my room that night. I-I thought they might do something to you if they saw us together, that’s why I was trying to stay away. I knew that if Jason saw or heard anything he’d go straight to them and I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. Especially knowing what Jason and his stupid friends are capable of. I should have told you sooner.”
“Fuck,” he sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, allowing himself a few deep breaths to calm down, “what did Jason do? When? Why-”
“He saw us together a few weeks ago,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at him with glossy eyes. He was watching you with an expression that was equally upset and furious. You put your legs down before slowly pulling off your sweater. He inhaled sharply when he saw the fading bruises on both of your arms, “and when I got home that night he decided to speak his piece on that.”
“You’ve been dealing with this for weeks?” his voice cracked as delicately grazed his fingertips over your arms, studying each little mark, “I wish you would have told me - I should have known. Fuck. I should have known, I should have just done something.”
“It’s okay, Eddie,” you promised softly, “it’s not your fault at all. I told you, this is my problem, my issue to deal with, not yours.”
“I told you that I would protect you,” he sat up on his haunches, taking your face in his hands before pressing his forehead to yours, “I promised you. And I didn’t even do that. This is-”
“Stop,” you insisted with a soft kiss to his lips, “this is not your fault. It’s my horrible family.”
“What did he…what did he do?”
“Umm,” you shrugged dismissively, wishing he would he drop the subject while also thankful that he cared so much, “h-he dragged me up the stairs and then slammed me into the wall all while telling me how horrible I was, how stupid I was, how I was just a dumb little whore that get probably just get knocked up and get nowhere in life. Said I was making a joke of the family and I should be ashamed and should never be allowed to leave the house again. That’s when he tried to choke me, but at least I managed to fight him off. That’s when he went to our parents.”
“I don’t….everything is telling me to go and beat the shit out of him,” he reached up and lightly tugged down the collar of your shirt, grimacing at the lingering marks on your neck. How could he have missed this? All of the signs were right there and he didn’t even notice; he didn’t keep you safe and he wanted to beat himself up much as he wanted to beat Jason up, “but I…that’s not my concern. You are.”
“I don’t think…we can’t be together anymore, Eddie,” a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you just shook your head. Eddie’s face fell as your words crashed around him, “I hate this, so much. I want to be with you - I love you, Eddie. Really, I do. But I can’t risk having anything happen to you - I would never forgive myself. You’re way too important to me. Honestly, I don’t even care about myself, I can take whatever they do to me, but I could never force that on you. I’d say we could wait until we’re done with school and we can do whatever we want and I can be rid of them, but it’s not fair to you either. I want you to be happy, Eddie.”
“I am happy - with you,” he whispered softly, “only you. You - you said you love me.”
“I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For saying it and making things weird,” you stared at the ceiling to fight off more of your tears, “you don’t have to say it back, and I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s just that - “
“I love you,” his three little words were enough to completely shut you up. You looked at him nervously, your eyes wide with excitement and wonder. You opened and closed your mouth a few times but found yourself unable to speak, instead a few tears ran down your cheeks, “really. Yes, I mean it. You, baby, just you. And I’m not just saying that.”
“Oh Eddie,” your voice cracked as you let him pull into his arms, “part of me wishes you’d never helped me that day, you know? Because then you wouldn’t have to deal with any of this, But I’m also very selfish and I’m so glad you did. Because even though we don’t have forever, the last few months I’ve spent with you have been the best of my life. You make me very happy, Eddie. And I’m going to miss you so, so much.”
“Who said I was going anywhere?” he was smiling lightly as he wiped away your tears, “baby. I’m not breaking up with you and I’m not letting you break up with me. We have forever.”
“But-”
“I have an idea,” he put a finger to your lips and gently quieted you down, “do you wanna hear it?”
“Yeah,” you nodded softly, “please.”
“You’re legally an adult,” he stated as you nodded, “which means you can leave home, you’re not bound to them. Those people - they’re not your family. They might have adopted you, but that doesn’t mean jack shit. Family are the people that love you and actually care about you.”
“You,” you breathed out softly, smiling through the bits of tears, “you’re my family, Eddie.”
“And you’re mine.”
“I just…if I leave, I don't know where I’d go. I don’t have any other family nearby and I can’t go back to my old school. My tutoring gig doesn’t pay much and even iif I ended up getting a full ride scholarship to college, that wouldn’t be until fall. I don’t…I wish I could leave. Part of me is still tempted to,” the idea of just leaving had crossed your mind so many times, but you’d never been able to pull the trigger, “it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.”
“You have a place to go,” he insisted as you looked at him in confusion, “I know it’s not much, it’s not glamorous at all, but you’re welcome to live here. I know Wayne would understand, fuck I’m pretty he loves you more than me. But y-you don’t have to but if you wanted to, I would…love that-”
“Eddie.”
“If not here, then fuck I’ll beg Harrington - he’s got that big house pretty much to himself full time these days, Henderson’s got a spare room, the Byers or the Wheelers, and there’s Gareth,” he waving his hands around nervously as you watched him in awe, “you’ll have somewhere to go, we’d never let you be homeless or let anything happen to you. If they knew half of what’s happened, they’d be on the Carvers in a blink of an eye. But I swear you’ll be safe-”
“Eddie,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as possible, carving your body into his, “you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. I don’t know if I could ever express to you how much I love you.”
“I know what I’m suggesting is a lot, but will you at least consider it?” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I just want…I want you to be okay.”
“Yeah,” you nodded as you pulled back gently, “I will.”
“I think the first thing we should do-”
“Do you think I should ask Wayne now or wait a bit?”
“W-wait - do you mean it?” his big, brown eyes lit up with happiness as you nodded, worrying your bottom lip. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you could see that a few tears had welled up in his own, “it’s not going to be much but it-”
“It’s perfect,” you insisted softly, “you’re here. That’s all I need, Eddie. Thank you.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t see what was going on sooner,” he whispered, “but I mean it, I’ll protect you, baby.”
“I know, Eddie,” you promised, “I love you.”
“I love you.”
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Your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst out of your ribcage as you grabbed your suitcase from the closet and threw it on your bed. You reached for whatever was closest to you, dirty or not, and tossed into the suitcase. There was very little that you were attached to but the few things you loved - including a few pictures of yourself and Eddie and some of your other friends - you delicately wrapped up and tucked into the suitcase. The rest would not be considered a loss; you could replace clothes over time and get new toiletries and whatever else you really needed.
Your parents - the Carvers as they really were - happened to be out of town for the day at some sort of expo, and Jason was nowhere to be found. He was probably out doing something with his loser friends from the basketball team and as long as he was out of your hair, you didn’t care. If you never had to see these people again, it would be too soon.
Once you were satisfied with your haphazard handiwork, you zipped the bag suit and hastily grabbed it before getting ready to run down the stairs. Eddie was in his van, waiting just down the street and around the corner. All you had to do was get back to him and you would be safe and rid of this hell forever.
But luck didn’t seem to be completely on your side, because as you were rushing down the stairs the front door opened and Jason barged in. Your eyes widened in shock as your heart dropped into your stomach. This has absolutely not been part of the plan and panic set in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he slammed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as you struggled to figured out how you were possibly going to get out of this situation, “is that a suitcase?”
“J-Jason,” you swallowed thickly, “I’ve got a science conference…I’m just heading out.”
“Science conference,” his sneer was nothing short of malicious as he took a step closer, “that’s such bullshit. I know damn well that’s a lie.”
“Jason,” you tried to find any remaining bit of confidence that you had left, “just the fuck up and let me pass.”
“Oh, look at you,” he was taunting you, trying to get a rouse out of you and have you back down, “finally found a voice. Maybe that fucking freak taught you something after all.”
“Move.”
“Let me guess, that’s where you’re headed,” he laughed bitterly, “going to your little boyfriend. What were you going to do? Run away to him? That’s cute.”
“Why do you hate me so much?” you groaned, “I have done nothing to you or anyone else! I’ve always minded my own business and I’m never rude to you. And all you’ve ever done is hated me. What the fuck is your problem?”
He just laughed, a hand moving to your shoulder as he tried to shove you into the wall and out of the way. This time you grabbed his wrist and shoved him off of you, “what are you doing you stupid-”
“Do not touch me,” you hissed through gritted teeth, pushing him away from you, “I’ve had enough of you treating me like absolute garbage for no reason!”
“Did you just-”
Somewhere between your anger and fear, you’d found it within yourself to punch him. You tried to replicate what you had seen Eddie do before, squaring yourself before slamming your fist into the side of his face. Your punch wasn’t as hard as it could have been but it was enough to cause him to stagger backwards in surprise.
“You stupid fucking bitch,” his nose was bleeding and you took his distraction as the perfect opportunity to grab your suitcase and throw open the door before running outside. You could hear him yelling after you, but you didn’t stop until you were on the sidewalk. He was standing in the doorway, wiping the blood off of his face, glowering at you.
“Fuck you!” you threw up your hand and gave him the bird before taking off down the street to where you spotted Eddie’s van. You didn’t stop until you reached the passenger door, throwing it open before getting inside and throwing your suitcase into the back.
“Is everything alright?” he was surprised by your sudden frazzled reappearance, but turned on the van nonetheless. You shook your head but then stopped yourself and nodded.
“I was walking down the stairs and Jason came in,” you looked into the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't following, “he had some choice words and tried to stop me but I…punched him instead and ran out.”
“Did he hurt you?” he looked over and then scanned your frame but you shook your head, and he visibly relaxed, “wait - baby, you punched him?”
“Yeah,” you grinned before showing him your hand…which you had only now realized was slightly bloodied and bruising, “oops. I didn’t think about the consequences on me. But it was totally worth it. I tried to remember how you did it and just did it? I dunno, I just got so mad and all I could think about was coming to you so I did it.”
“You’re amazing,” he reached for your unharmed hand, lacing your fingers together before bringing your hand to his lips, “you doin’ okay?”
“I am,” you promised as you angled yourself so you could look at him properly, “I feel better than I have in a long time, Eddie. Thank you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted softly, “but you’ll be safe now, promise.”
“I know,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “I love you, Eddie. Really.”
“You say that now,” his little laugh was nervous, “but you’ll probably be sick of me soon after living with me.”
“Sick of you? Never,” your soft reassurance was enough to get that soft little smile back on his face, “swear.”
“I won’t get sick of you either,” he grinned, “I love you. But I have one more thing to ask-”
“Anything.”
“How does breakfast sound?” you looked at him fondly, heart softening bit by bit at the man across from you, “I happen to know a little place that has the best waffles and pancakes in the state.”
“Sounds perfect.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#st
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Unsolved Mysteries of the Realm
This post details several matters in FFXVI that remained unsolved or obscure, and therefore could play into DLC that does not simply add details to the past, but carries the story forward. This is *not* meant to serve in any way as a critique of so-called "missed opportunities"--just an exercise in curiosity and anticipation. Feel free to reblog with anything I might have missed, but please keep it positive.
And of course, be mindful of the load of spoilers below the cut if you haven't made it through the story.
>Behold, Leviathan the Lost! Or rather, this seems to be the fandom consensus about what the odd figure off the coast of Sanbreque is supposed to be. The supposed Eikon of Water appears as though frozen in time, and is notably named similarly to Titan Lost--the form Kupka took as a giant tentacled mountain. I think it's important to remember what exactly Eikons are, so I've included the late-game lore entry here. My theory is that, since Ultima is the only one we truly see exercise an extensive amount of space/time magic, they might have been responsible for freezing Leviathan, and that their passing might release it from that hold, making it a problem. That said--this might serve as a last ditch preservation mechanism for Ultima themselves.
>Are we truly done with Mothercrystals? Based on the 8 elements and 8 Mothercrystals known in game, the answer would seem to be yes, but if you speak with Jill when she's seated at the Tub and Crown prior to heading for Origin, she wonders if there could indeed be more. If there are more, then we need to start talking about unaspected magic such as Flare and Ultima (the spell). If they're not a subset of Dark aspected magic, space/ time/ gravity magic is another set that might prove worthy of their own Mothercrystal. Holy is another one, if it's not counted as part of Light aspected magic. Again, it should be noted that if these are magic types used most heavily--or in some cases, exclusively--by Ultima themselves. If there are hidden Mothers out there, he/ they are not likely as finished as advertised, and the existing lore does seem to suggest he's fond of having quite a number of failsafes to fall back on.
>Reverie II, or Ultima's Rosarian Penthouse. It has no formal name, but this towering structure appears to be a conspicuous twin to Reverie in Waloed, and possibly in better external shape besides. Early on in the game, on the way to Phoenix Gate, Clive questions what appears to be the entrance, found in a Blighted area called The Dim. Later on, if you hang out around this door, Torgal becomes agitated and begins to growl. I tested just hanging out in other random places in Storm with Torgal, and it did not produce quite the same effect. Torgal really, really does not like this door. However, as it stands, we never get to take a peek inside--a prime opportunity for a DLC environment. What horrors and wonders might lurk inside?
>"True Freedom? Or something else entirely...? Once Origin has appeared, if you talk to the defected Waloeder Intelligencer referred to simply as a "Suspicious Character", he says what's depicted below. (He's confirmed to be an Intelligencer if you talk to the Gaoler at the right point early in the game, while still working out of Cid's Hideaway.) This guy keeps on top of everything going on, tends to joke or comment rather darkly on it, and admits at one point that old habits die hard--that in essence, he's been continuing to spy on you for his own entertainment. By this late point in the game, it's well understood that Waloed has been under Ultima's clandestine control for many years, so it's rather glaring that this particular character would say something like this. What does he know? What does await after Origin? I personally am of the opinion that Clive made a huge mistake in absorbing Ultima like he would any other Eikon, and that he may in fact turn out to be possessed. That would certainly rank as "something else entirely", and make for quite the compelling trip as far as a DLC plot goes. Clive is always saving everyone else--mayhap it's time he needs someone to save him from 'himself'.
On a related note, I think it's significant that Clive is shown at the end of the game to have developed the Crystal's Curse in spite of supposedly having eradicated Ultima's legacy. This may be a more complicated matter than he expected, as one might even argue that humanity itself is part of Ultima's legacy. Potential future DLC may involve cleaning up/ managing the complications of Clive having used a power he didn't fully comprehend.
>What's Out There? A great deal of factors influencing Valisthea occur outside the Twins' shores. Context clues from early conversations with Harpocrates suggest a land not as steeped in magic, but at the same time, later lore on the Children of Dzemekys reveals that the outer continent plays host to the Circle of Malius. (Ultima's faithful.) During the side quest "Trading Places II", when Eloise is trying to buy and free Bearers from the Silverpeak Consortium, she is outbid by a trader from the outer continent. One of the Consortium members notes that continentals are notorious for treating Bearers very well in comparison to Valisthea. This becomes even more interesting in light of some additional detail shared online from the FFXVI artbook, which suggests that Ultima's intended world order ranks Bearers as superior to normal humans--meaning a Circle of Malius adherent from the outer continent would want them treated considerably better. (Which in turn suggests that the persecution of Bearers is 100% mankind's home-brewed BS, despite how badly it transpires in Waloed.) But if the more distant Circle of Malius adherents have been buying up Bearers, what exactly is their end game? What plots and machinations could there be cooking across the sea, and might DLC delve into them?
#ffxvi#ff16#ffxvi spoilers#ffxvi dlc speculation#Clive Rosfield#Jill Warrick#FFXVI Ultima#final fantasy xvi#final fantasy 16
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Dinner With a Stranger - T.N ❥
Part 2 ❁
Summary: Theo looked for you, a whole month after your first encounter. Basically it's just him being hopeless.
Genre: Fluff
Mentions: food, cute stuff ig but not smut...yet ;)
This has taken me forever omgggg i am so sorry i hope whoever reads it likes it though! I will most likely be writing a part 3 much longer and with more detail. I still don't know how i feel about this one lol.
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Theo was not a patient person, maybe because of the fact that there weren't many occasions in which he needed to be. But for four weeks now he tested himself every Wednesday at 9pm. The routine was always the same, he'd show up at the coffee shop and order a random pastry but always the same drink, he sat in a table meant for two with a book in hand that was always different even if he couldn't read a single page while he waited with anticipation in the hopes that this time you would show up.
Every Wednesday, Theodore waited for three hours to see if you would show up. One hour before 10 and one hour after, giving you that window of time to present yourself.
For four weeks he sat patiently and for four weeks you did not show yourself.
It was foolish really, he thought. To wait for four weeks for a girl he only met once, hoping she might remember him enough, care enough about anything he said, and try to find him. That thought was pathetic though and he felt like an idiot every time he left.
You didn't show but every week, Wednesday would return and so would his hope. Today, of course was Wednesday and he was once again in his best outfit, ready to make the best impression he possibly could in the now unlikely scenario that you may show up.
Everyone noticed that he would try harder to look better on Wednesday and the way he looked disappointed at night when he got home. They noticed that his mood would change for a few days and then Wednesday he was himself again.
A knock came to his door, stopping his nervous pacing. "Come in."
Blonde hair showed itself and in came Daphne. "Hey Theo. You're leaving again?" She asked, still standing by the door.
"Not sure yet."
"It's not my business, I know that but why do you go out every Wednesday only to leave yourself returning worse than when you left?" Nobody knew where he went or why he did it.
"You're right Daph, it is none of your business." He smiled sarcastically.
"Look, there's no need to be rude, I'm just worried about you is all. We all are." She snapped while trying her best to remain calm.
"Did you have another reason for coming here?" He sighed.
"Come out with us tonight instead, I think it would be good for you. Whatever it is, is clearly not worth it." He didn't say anything.
"Is he coming?" Lorenzo's voice interrupted from behind the door.
"Are you coming?" Daphne asked hopefully.
He did not go, he thought one last final chance would be enough, this one would be a sign because it had been a month. Yes, he felt like a weirdo, and he was a bit annoyed with himself, but this was truly the last time, he promised himself.
But as he met with the familiar street, he didn't find it in him to go inside. It was past nine now and he had been wandering the streets, they were usually quieter here. He stood across the street from the cafe and people came and went but none of them were you, and none of them were going to be you he finally understood.
He gave it one last glance before checking the time only to realize how quickly the time had passed. It was well after 10 now and he had yet again wasted more time for some stranger he only met once.
He couldn't say he knew you.
His footsteps felt loud as he walked away, just wanting to be home now, but he heard the faint call of his name. Convincing himself it was his imagination, but your voice rang in his ear again. "Theo." You shouted, a bit out of breath and he finally turned around, his heart racing.
"y/n." He finally said as you stood in front of him, your name felt nice on his tongue, it was the first time he had said it out loud in a month. "You're out quite late, are you alright?" He asked, trying to focus on the concern he held for you before his excitement. The concern felt more like a cover up of his excitement.
"Yeah, what a coincidence right?" You chuckled awkwardly.
No. He thought.
"I'm alright though, thanks for asking." You smiled brightly, up at him. You glanced down at the time on your watch and then back up at him. "Want to get some food?" You asked uncomfortably, like you were scared he might say no, completely unaware that he would never even consider denying you. He had waited a month for this.
"I'd love to."
You mumbled a quick 'great', turning on your heel in the opposite direction from which you came from. "I know this nice restaurant; it stays open till very late. It's not too far from here." He followed you quietly. "Sorry I screamed at you like an insane person, it took me 3 minutes to find the courage to call to you." You admitted, and instantly regretted.
"So, you had been stalking me 3 minutes prior?" He asked, stopping in his tracks. You stopped with him and tried to collect yourself. "I'm only joking, I'm flattered." He chuckled.
You laughed, but silently cursed yourself for what you had said. You did sugarcoat when you said 3 minutes and wonder what he would have said if you had told him, it had actually been 10 minutes of you walking back and forth in the street behind him, thinking of a million ways to start a conversation.
"Uh...you know...I'm glad I ran into you today." You admitted just as you approached the restaurant.
He was glad the silence of the world was gone, and the sound of many conversations drowned out the quick beating of his heart. It meant he could play the part of a nonchalant boy again, so you wouldn't be scared away. "Whys that?"
There were many ways to answer, and you chose the vaguest response you could. "Just because." You shrugged with a smile. "A table for two please."
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"So, Theo. We've hung out twice and I've yet to find out your last name. Is it a mystery?"
He smirked. "It's Nott." He bit back a laugh.
"So, what is it?" You raised an eyebrow as he let out a small giggle, at his own joke.
"No, it's literally Nott. Theodore Nott." He smiled at you.
You rolled your eyes at him but couldn't help the smile. "Ah, I like it. Common and unique all at the same time." You spoke.
"And yours?" He asked still smiling.
"Y/l/n."
He hummed in response and smiled at you, ready to speak until his eyes landed on the people behind you and went wide eyed. He did try to look away, hoping they wouldn't notice him, but he knew it would be impossible.
Lorenzo laughed loudly with Blaise until he spotted Theo. "Nott! Hi!" He waved and you turned to look behind you then back at Theo who had a hand on his head, lowering it to cover his mouth. There was a small smile hiding, one of embarrassment it seemed.
"Guys look its Theo!" Blaise teased, clearly noticing Theo's annoyance.
They walked towards the two of you and then Daphne appeared behind them along with Pansy. They stood in front of your table and suddenly you felt a bit uncomfortable. The restaurant had the occasional noisy chatter but not like this.
"So, this is where you disappear to every Wednesday." Lorenzo winked at Theo and you eyed him suspiciously before Pansy caught your attention which he was grateful for.
"You look a bit familiar." She said staring at you.
"I do?" You questioned.
She shrugged. "Maybe. But I'm also kind of tipsy." She let out a small giggle.
"You alright Theo?" Daphne intervened, with a much more harsh tone. It seemed like she was angry at him but it wouldn't have made much sense if she had been.
"Great, yeah." Theo said trying his best not to pay much attention to her.
Blaise coughed awkwardly. "Are you guys almost done?"
"Um..." He hummed, looking at you, noticing your discomfort. "Almost yeah." He replied.
Lorenzo reached for the great that the two of you had barely touched, in the middle of the table. "Great! We can all go out then! Invite her over, we can hang out." He said in between bites.
"Right...these two are my roommates." Theo said pointing to Blaise and Lorenzo.
There was a feeling he got when you smiled up at his friends, it was genuine despite how nervous you obviously were. "It's nice to meet you guys, I'm y/n." You replied.
"I'm Pansy, that's Daphne, Blaise, and Lorenzo." Pansy said stretching her hand out for you to take, which you gladly did.
You eyed them all quickly before looking back at Theo who was already looking at you. He might have thought it to be fate the way your heart jumped at the same time as his, had. You would have hoped it was. "Well, I don't want to bother so I will let you continue with your plans." You tried to say mostly to him, but it was practically impossible to do so.
"Okay!" Daphne finally smiled.
Whilst at the same time Lorenzo spoke, drowning out what the blonde had said but Theo knew you had heard her. "No, it's not a bother at all. If anything, it would be nice, Theo is barely around these days." Lorenzo said much more sternly now.
Your eyes searched Theo's again, looking for the right response, a help in a choice to make. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with it, but it would be nice." Nobody had ever heard Theo be so gentle with anyone and it made them wonder.
The phone flashed on your lap and your heart jumped out of your chest. Glancing down at it, to see it read...
Ex: "Hey, I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I miss you."
Theo made a noise catching Daphne's attention, to look away from your lap.
"Okay. Yeah, I'll come. If it's really okay." You smiled and he thought that if he wasn't already sitting his legs would have given out.
"Of course, it's okay!" Pansy exclaimed already helping you get all your stuff ready.
"Of course." Theo whispered like he didn't know what to say, which he didn't. It made him a little mad at himself, at the way he lost the confidence he had the first night.
Theo's heart skipped a beat when he realized the restaurant wasn't the end. He had waited a month for you, for this, for a stranger he had only met once.
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companion!tav questions
General 3, 11
Story 8, 17
Romance 7
for Diodore! (I love that name it's fun to say)
Ooh, several questions! This'll be a bit of a long one lol (and thank you!!)
General:
3. Does she have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
Shadowheart: "It's not...common for a cleric to obscure their deity. I suppose I can't begrudge her commitment to secrecy."
Lae'zel: "She reminds me of my aunt... I'm not sure how I feel about that."
Astarion: "Gods, rogues [eye roll]. His dagger skills had better match his audacity."
Gale: "...Is that what all wizards are like topside?"
Wyll: "I can respect an idealist. We need someone to bring up the mood around here."
Karlach: "Oh...oh my. [Clears throat] She seems nice!"
Halsin: I can't for the life of me think of a specific line but it would be something trying (and failing) to keep cool and not show how excited she is about him officially joining the team lol. She'd be asking him a lot of questions about Surface flora and fauna in the "walking around" random dialogue.
Minthara: "She may not be a thrall of the Absolute anymore, but that doesn't mean we should bare our backs to her. Tread carefully."
Jaheira: "[Whispers] Am I supposed to recognize her? Did I miss something?"
Minsc: "Some people have a devil on their shoulder, some have a rodent. I guess."
11. Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for her?
A few things might:
She would have a couple lines wondering why a Baenre would join the Absolute after you meet Minthara.
She talks about remembering her father mention the Society of Brilliance after you meet them in the Underdark.
She reacts...a bit badly when you meet Karn'iss and explains her own fears about becoming a drider if you talk to her afterwards, as long as your approval is high enough (moderate or higher). If you didn't get certain details in Act I, you would get them at that point.
(idk if this is what the question meant? But uh hopefully I covered it.)
Story:
8. Does she have comments on who Tav chooses to spend the night with?
For sure. For low-normal approval, she'd make a snarky comment about it and move on quickly. For moderate & higher approval she'll ask about it in an attempt to be supportive ("this is what friends do, right? This is what bonding looks like?") but if you try and give her details she gets embarrassed and backs off.
17. If romanced, how does she react to the Dark Urge trying to kill her in Act 2?
Pausing for a moment to process wtf is happening and then getting very matter-of-fact. She'd talk them through it logically, trying to keep them grounded, except for the last bit before the last saving throw, where she'd accidentally show how scared and concerned she is for them. She would very purposefully place a hand on their shoulder, arm, etc. throughout to try and reach them and show that she's not scared of them (whether or not that's true). Durge would get her Aura of Protection bonuses on their saving throws. Lots of "hey, hey, look at me"-s.
Romance:
7. What questions can Zethino ask Tav about her in the Love Test?
I'm assuming this means from the pre-existing bank of questions she asks from? I got these from the love test ask game/master post(?) that veilkeeper posted.
What, if anything, do they miss most about their home?
When they die, what will be their legacy?
What is the worst thing they've ever done?
Typically, she would approve of honest, straight-forward answers and disapprove of answers that are clearly flattery or that she views as being too sugar-coated.
The questions are from this ask game!
#i thought about coming up with specific answer choices for the zethino questions but im tired and my brain is mush#trying to balance her thorniness & her wanting to do well by people is a bit of a Task#hopefully it came off properly? at least a bit?#im trying not to over-think about “what if she seems too much like xyz companion” ive decided i dont care actually#there's a reason she either gets along really well or *really* horribly with certain characters at first#hopefully the intro dialogue isn't too close to what's in the game lol i don't remember most of them and didn't feel like looking them up#Anyway thank you for the questions!!#and im sorry it took so long to fill out i had to really think about a few of them#bg3#ask game#bg3 ask game#diodore#the stars shield#bg3 tav#companion!tav au#my post#jay rambles#if any mutuals are doing this and i missed your post about it please hmu so i can ask you things
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My winning band recommendations from my 72 hour power metal fixation adventure
Plus other opinions I don’t have near the knowledge to have, various other thoughts and a link to Spicy Metal Takes: the google sheet; or, Girl who has only ever listened to Trans-Siberian Orchestra listens to other metal for the first time: Getting a lot of "Trans-Siberian Orchestra" vibes from this
I've never really listened to metal before. But Kenny got me listening to Versailles, and suddenly I'm considering for the first time in my life that I might like metal, or at least some metal. Then a couple days ago I got introduced to Gloryhammer (by a random suggested reddit post I think?), and then Alestorm. Very amused by the existence of incredibly seriously presented dwarf legend and pirate music, I combed threads of related bands, and someone recommended Rhapsody of Fire.
Here's the other thing you need to know about me: I love Trans-Siberian orchestra. Like, really love. I listen to TSO on repeat from September to January of every year. Few things on earth inspire the joy in me that Wizards in Winter does. So when I hit play on that first Rhapsody of Fire album and got hit with...well, Rhapsody of Fire, my whole world shifted on its axis. You're telling me this whole time there's been more Trans-Siberian Orchestra out there, without the Christmas, and I just didn't know about it because I don't listen to metal?
(this is why I am forever seeking out new music - statistically, the thing you are going to love most in the world is something you've never heard of yet)
Completionism, autism, and an academic fascination with music in general, and hungry for more of this magic, and the next thing I know I'm on Encyclopedia Metallum, Reddit, and Apple Music, scrolling related artist lists and suggestion threads collecting the very best of power metal. It ended up being so many bands I had to make a spreadsheet.
I've spent the last couple of days working my way through the spreadsheet and taste-testing all of the recommended bands. I figure out that the term for what I enjoy is Symphonic Power Metal, so that was my focus. My criteria was fairly simple: do I enjoy listening to this, would I listen to it on purpose, and does it make me start stimming happily the way TSO does.
So here's my fixation-fueled list of recommendations. I'll include a link to my actual google sheet at the bottom so you can all read my spicy metal takes and maybe laugh at me if you like metal and think my taste sucks (which it probably does, and I absolutely do not care if you think so).
RHAPSODY OF FIRE - If you like books with maps in them, can I interest you in a band who put maps in their CD BOOKLETS?
And their approximately 27 related, spinoff, and reboot bands. If you want to get into Rhapsody, check out this illustrated guide to the ROFECU (Rhapsody of Fire Extended Cinematic Universe) that a kind soul made on Reddit here. There is a huge controversy and drama among fans of the band about which is the "real" Rhapsody but I absolutely could not care less. They're all good, don't worry about it.
A film score orchestra handed several electric guitars. TSO on steroids. I don't even know how to do ROF justice in description alone.
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Compositionally stunning, complex, gorgeous, orchestral and symphonic masterpieces overlaid with power metal, prog rock, and sometimes medieval music.
Here's the icing on the cake: ROF live for the concept album, and their dozen-plus album discography comprises at the moment 2 complete (and a 3rd still being actively recorded) Lord-Of-The-Rings level fantasy sagas told over 3-5 albums each, complete with MAPS IN THE CD CASES. These guys are NOT FUCKING AROUND. There are multiple long reddit threads and google docs detailing the plot outlines and timelines of each saga, including this 201 page behemoth. I've only scratched the surface here and I genuinely can't remember the last time I was so excited to have so much of something still ahead of me.
TWILIGHT FORCE - Can I copy your homework?
We're not Rhapsody of Fire, we promise! (and I mean this as a compliment.)
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Twilight Force is a newer band, and therefore have a bit of a newer sound, but it's the closest thing to ROF out there - probably not by accident, since one of the band members was in one of the ROF spinoff bands. I haven't dug into their lore yet, but the music is spectacular, epic and sweeping and gorgeously composed.
VERSAILLES - Immortal vampire neoclassical VKei with a twist of Gender
If you haven’t ever heard of Versallies…now you have.
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A really incredible, absolutely delightful visual kei band with a commitment to their very self-aware bit that takes them to the next level, Versallies make incredible, headbanging, neoclassical metal. Lead vocalist Kamijo has one of the most incredible voices you’ll ever hear, and the whole thing is enhanced greatly by their visuals - sumptuous costumes, full on anime hair, an a general Victorian-meets-rococo aesthetic that takes gender performance to a space of high art. There’s lore for the band too, but I don’t speak Japanese at all, so I haven’t gotten to all of it yet.
MALICE MIZER - high art VKei pioneers
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90s Visual Kei band Malice Mizer are the foundational text of much which came after. You can really feel the effect of Dead or Alive’s Pete Burns here (who, legendarily, had an influence on the emergence of VKei due to his popularity in Japan) and everything happening is just beautiful. The least “metal” of everything on this list, Malice Mizer have more of a metal-flavored new wave sound. I highly recommend checking out these guys’ filmed concerts - the visual is half of the fun with VKei, and the number & broadness of the influences here is incredible - you can feel the push and pull of classical music, new wave, prog rock, metal, rococo aesthetics, goth, mime - it goes on and on. I haven’t gotten to spend as much time with this band as I want, and I feel like there’s more to understand, appreciate, and analyze than I’ll ever have enough hours for.
ALESTORM - Pirates. Yaar.
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What do I even say about the kitsch pirate band other than that they’re a pirate band. And they’re…really, really good. Sea Shanties in metal form, metal music full of accordions, aggressively Scottish, and delightfully committed to theme. It's hard not to smile listening to this.
AVANTASIA - Opera Time
More rock operas than albums.
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The other close-to-a-TSO clone on this list, Avantasia make symphonic rock operas. Another band I need more time with, there's some REALLY good stuff here if you like rock operas (which, clearly, I very much do).
KAMELOT - Pure Power Metal
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Slightly less symphonic than the other choices (though there's still some violins in here), Kamelot is a more metallic and classic rock/epic rock sound with some killer vocals. There's something a little dated about their sound, but I mean that as a compliment.
POWERWOLF - Dad music
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There's something delightfully 80s about this sound. Feels lifted directly from classic rock. This is your dad's music, and I mean that as a compliment.
STRATOVARIUS - Barely not Journey.
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These guys go back and forth between being metal and sounding like Journey, but it's good. I approve.
AYREON - The English language is insufficient.
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It feels like no matter which song I put here, it's going to be wrong - because no single song you listen to is going to give you a good picture of whatever the hell Ayreon is. The songs have a metal influence, but every song feels like a different genre - I would describe the overarching genre as closer to Prog Rock, but oh man, it is all over the place. The strangeness and all-over-the-place nature of it is fascinating. I was gratified to find that my inability to describe or even decide how I feel about this band is reflected in the band's actual Wikipedia article, which includes this incredible comment from a music reviewer:
"Idk man this shit defies description."
HONORABLE MENTIONS:
Epica - Incredible operatic vocals combined with black metal growls over a heavily orchestral metal background.
Opera Magna - these guys really only have the one album but it's heavily classical and really good.
Fairyland, Deridian, Dragony, Dark Moor - All very similar sounding "symphonic power metal but not quite as good as ROF"
Sabaton - some really good power metal around historical war themes. Well made, but I am not super interested in the thematic content so it doesn't hit.
MY ACTUAL SPREADSHEET:
Tier: classic tier list tier - S, A, B, C, D, E, F
Library Tier - a simpler, more subjective system I added for myself - would I save this into my music library, would I only put it on a playlist for a specific mood, or do I just not plan to listen to it again?
A complete list of the bands I taste tested with my ratings and notes. I have literally no previous knowledge of this genre. My taste and opinions might be bad, they might be awful, I do not care. I hope you all enjoy them anyway.
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hi! i hope this message finds you well. i have a question regarding photography, if you don’t mind me asking!
i’m looking to get a point and shoot film camera and was wondering if there are any models in particular that you’d recommend. a lot of suggestions i see online are quite expensive for a beginner, and the reviews are usually coming from experienced photographers detailing things i don’t quite understand lol. i don’t know what i should be looking for!
your photographs are so beautiful and inspiring. thank you <3
first of all, thank you for the compliment <33
if you're just starting out, i would noooot get any of the commonly recommended cameras because they're way too pricy. what you need to keep in mind is that these point-and-shoots from the 80s-2000s are eventually bound to fail because of the electronics, so spending too much money on something that will be a brick someday is not necessary, especially if you might just want to play around. i use a canon prima 5 (i think it's called a sureshot in the us) that i got for 25€ from some random person on ebay, not knowing if it would work, and it's great. so, don't listen to the hype (if you're gonna drop hundreds to thousands on a camera, it shouldn't be a point and shoot lol).
it's hard to give specific recs as there are soooo many p&s cameras on the vintage market, and even i don't know every brand on there. it's good to remember that these cameras were the go-to for most families in the 90s and early 2000s, so there's a wide variety from cheap garbage to premium quality, and it's hard to distinguish which are which. instead of specific models, i would think of what kind of things you want. for example, i knew i didn't want a super wide angle lens, i wanted a flash i could turn on and off, and i wanted a fixed focal length (no zoom) and decent aperture. this narrowed down my choices quite a lot. is it going to just be a camera for snapshots or do you want to really practice some serious photography? if the latter, a point and shoot is okay but not ideal, and you will get much more out of a cheap slr. however, for the former, a point and shoot can be nice.
you can go for one of the well known brands (canon, nikon, olympus, pentax, yashica, minolta), although cheaper cameras can also be fine. usually, the zoom models will be much cheaper than fixed lens versions. the trendier and sleeker something looks, the more expensive it will be. so, if you want to save money, get a camera that looks like what your parents would have used on a vacation lol. what i would look for is detailed descriptions of the functions, ideally it's been film tested and even better when they attach pictures of the test roll. you can usually tell the difference between someone that's just selling a camera they know nothing about (descriptions will be very basic and have little detail) and someone who's knowledgable (they might say why they're getting rid of the camera, for example). another tip if you want to be on the safe side is to buy from commercial sellers on ebay; at least in germany, you can return it if it doesn't work within a specific time window. so, if you buy a camera, shoot a test film and get it developed asap to see if everything's in order.
however, if you want to save yourself all the trouble of finding a used, vintage camera (although they will probably be better quality than anything new), there are some companies making basic point and shoot cameras. the caveat here is that they're usually not super capable, they might be half-frame cameras (you get double amount of pics but the quality won't be as high), and the lenses are likely made of plastic, meaning the quality won't be on the same level of a decent vintage point and shoot. however, the upside is that you can comfortably buy them in stores and you can be assured they work. there's the kodak m35, ilford sprite 35 and one from agfaphoto. however, if you're hunting for the more "cheap" p&s film look and just want something easy and simple, one of these may be the right choice for you. however, i'm not convinced they will last as long as a vintage p&s, considering the price.
i hope this helped, but let me know if you have more questions!
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So I tried to double-check on your curiouscat to see if you made any mentions of a bet there but I think I'll need to do this on my laptop when I get home because freaking heck CC keeps lagging on phone whenever I scroll a bit too far down before it just eventually gives up and crashes. All I can really say for certain here is that I'm certain you made a mention of this back on CC. Even then I'd take my words with a grain of salt cuz my memories aren't exactly the best ksaasjkasjk
But even if you hadn't made any about how it went down between Symbol Keith and Oreo exactly, I'd say go with that! I honestly really like the thought of that being the way how Keith keeps his kids. Plus, with what you said about Symbol Oreo so far, it'd make sense he'd test Keith like that!
That being said, I have to admit that it'd feel somewhat weird if Symbol Keith didn't go through the stages of the pregnancy. I can understand making it so that the labor part would be quick and painless for him (at least that's what I presume you meant you mentioned his pregnancy would be quick and painless in that other reply there) but that?
I mean, nothing wrong with that at all! I'm just trying to figure out, like, HOW that would even go. Just trying to think about it gives me this cursed image of Keith going through a rapid growth pregnancy thing or whatever that weird shit is called jkasasjk if you dunno what I'm talking about, think of those weird rule 34 fanarts/animations of characters from various fandoms where the characters in question go through a very quick pregnancy. Might not seem like much but often those artworks/animations tend to exaggerate stuff and make it look rather weird and asjkaska yeah nvm you get what I mean here ajkssajk
You know what? Can we make it so that Symbol Keith did go through the normal stages of pregnancy and that it was a relatively easy one aside from the occasional preggo side-effects that most preggo folks go through (i.e. weird food cravings, occasional morning sickness, random bounds of sudden horniness, etc etc etc) while not having to go through the painful part of labor? He'll still go through labor, I mean, it's just that the actual delivery part will be relatively quick and painless for him. I'd also like to say that wouldn't feel the more painful than usual cramps that usually happen whenever the body is preparing to go into labor soon, but I feel that could potentially backfire and result in him not realizing he's about to go into labor soon until it's a bit too late for him to be safely moved elsewhere. I dunno about you but I think Keith would prefer to not accidentally give birth anywhere that isn't 1) private and 2) a place where he feels safe and comfortable in.
It was definitely talked about before, for sure. I just don't remember how detailed I went into it. Definitely the bet, cuz Oreo wouldn't want a Trump Card (which is one of the most dangerous positions to be in, despite having more power than the average citizen) to have children if they weren't ready
Magic be strong too. Maybe Keith DID go thru a regular pregnancy, but he wasn't able to do his job or be part of a lot of games, as it was important for him to stay healthy. Maybe Oreo gave him 1 or 2 bodyguards that'd protect him at all times (though it might be annoying for him cuz they just stand there otherwise)
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hi Callie! My tumblr is stuck on a random fic of yours so I’ll have to fix that later but I had question that’s been marinating for a while!!
Although I’m still new to this whole tumblr stuff, I was seeking some advice for newbies who want to start writing? I’ve always been inspired reading yours and other fic writers’ fics!
I’ve written fics in the past but never published them cus I didn’t know any platforms to post them on back then
One day I might post some and become a fic writer like you!!! Gotta build up that courage and knowledge somewhere first though 🤧🤧
love you always, hope you’re taking care of yourself these past few days 😮💨
woo!, moonjin xx
hiya moonjin !!!
sorry for taking almost an entire day to respond ;-; but wowoow i’m incredibly honored that you’ve come to me for advice as well as being part of your inspiration to start writing :))
okay, so i went through my previous asks about writing and tagged them as #writing advice. but here are the most important tips that i would say:
plan out your fic– to make the process easier, i would suggest creating an outline! outlining is a great way to visualize the story you’re telling and plan out any research you might need to do. it doesn’t have to be super detailed or anything. you can just put down what exactly you want to happen from start to finish, note any dialogue you might want to add, or describe the scenes you want to include.
no matter how many times the idea has been done before, write that fic! when i first started, i remember not wanting to write a fic solely bc there’s already one out there with a similar plot. but don’t let this discourage you! everyone’s writing is one of a kind, which makes each fic special. for example, the best friends to lovers trope is something that’s been done a million times, but your take on it will be unique as it’s your words and your dialogue.
quality over quantity always– don’t worry too much about how short (or long) your fic is! focus more on how you deliver the story rather than aiming for a specific word count. some writers can produce amazing fics in just under a thousand words. it’s all about the quality of your work, not the length of it. for any first-time writers, i would suggest writing something small to test it out, have a feel for what it’s like and use this to discover your writing style.
proofread your work– this one is obvious, but it’s essential! i know that feeling at the end after typing out the last line of the story. you’re happy that you’ve finally completed it and are excited to post. but don’t forget to read it over once or twice before uploading to make sure your spelling is correct and your grammar is the best that it could be. yes, no one’s perfect. you may not catch every mistake, but you can try fixing most! you can also run it through sites like grammarly to find those errors.
have fun with it– i can’t stress this enough, writing should be fun. remember that you’re allowed to step away and take a break. you can always come back to it once you’re ready! it might seem scary to post in the beginning, but it’s such a rewarding experience when you do. writing takes a lot of time, effort and love, and sharing it with thousands of readers on this platform is an outstanding achievement in itself. so far, this whole community has been lovely and very supportive! i can assure you that they’ll be thrilled for more stories!
hopefully this helps, darling! i can’t wait to read the wonderful fics you have in store for us :) i’m always here if you need any more help!
(also i really love that pic of oscar *swoon*)
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easy way to cultivate your intuition
One of the questions I get asked the most often is how to become more intuitive. And while it might seem like being an intuitive person or witch is difficult, it's much easier than you might think!
This is a simple and straight forward exercise and while there are many ways, this one is easy to do and helps you to get more in touch with your intuitive side versus your will.
Keep a record of all the times you have a "random" thought and are validated by being right. That might be something like predicting a text from someone, accurately guessing a question's answer that you couldn't have predicted or known otherwise, or knowing that something was going to be happening you couldn't have known and being right.
For example: you think there must be a police speed trap around the corner and you're right. Even if you doubt yourself and convince yourself you're wrong, the thing you need to remember is that you had the correct idea at some point before you doubted yourself!
For example: you're playing a guessing game online where you have to pick the right picture and you do.
For example: you think friend X is going to text you and they do.
At the end of the day reflect on all the times you were "right" or had an intuitive hit and start to see how you're much more intuitive than you thought you were. Being wrong is also important information too and being wrong is not a bad thing! Sometimes we just have random thoughts or we want to will something to happen and confuse it with intuition. Record your "wrong" intuition too! This is good feedback and ultimately helps you to gain confidence and insight into your abilities. You might even notice patterns in how you're intuitive that can help you out as you continue on this journey.
Some patterns might be:
you're very intuitive about a specific activity more than others
You are really intuitive at a certain time of day or a certain time of the week or month.
Your intuition is helped by dreams or other activities (for example, your insights are linked with tarot or other divination)
Your intuition is always off about certain things or at certain moments
You can record guesses and "forced" intuitive insights but the goal is to focus more on the spontaneous "feelings" that you get. A guess or forced insight would be when you're trying to focus on something in particular and feeling like the answer you get about this is intuitive. For example, you want your friend X to call and so you think "when will friend X call me" and the guess you get is what you deem as an intuition.
Sure, this is a good way to test your intuitive muscles but the point of this exercise detailed above is to actually only record the random insights you get when you're not actively focusing on anything. So if your mind randomly says "Friend X is going to call me today," that would be worth recording. Whether or not it happens is the exercise in see if your intuitive "hits" are accurate and when and how they are most accurate.
This ultimately helps you differentiate between willing something into existence, wanting something to happen, intuitively knowing something is happening or will happen, and feeling that something might happen.
Your feelings aren't always accurate and your desires are separate from the knowledge that comes with intuition. All of these things are neutral so desiring something isn't a bad thing! It's just not what we're talking about here. :)
At the end of the day, intuition is a skill and all skills worth having take practice. This is just practicing noticing the difference between what is intuitive thinking and what is not, what it feels like, what it sounds like, and when you're most inclined to be intuitive. Once you have a grasp on what your intuitive body and voice sounds and feels like, you will find it much easier to drop into that place on demand.
Hope this helps!
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obsessed with sokka’s name kinda popping up everywhere in school books years after atla. like yeah ur learning history about the end of the hundred year war? oh right with the avatars amazing team and some non bender named sokka who probably wasn’t all that important. on to gym class where u learn different fighting styles, did you know btw that the first guy to ever train with the kyoshi warriors was some random guy named sokka? oh well. can’t be late for physics where we learn about the invention of the air balloon and the submarine by … sokka? huh okay I guess, on to politics where we learn about all these important decrees over all the different nations which were first proposed by.. ah man, sokka? again? anyway art class now, here look at these paintings made by sokka
#‘well at least this fucking dude won’t come back in my favourite class spirits and mythology where we will read how princess yue became the#moon spirit with one last kiss to fucking sokka again I guess. anyway here’s a list of the very little people who ever managed to go into#the spirit world and come back guess who’s on there too’#‘aw man I’m still so mad about the loss of the spirit library imagine all that knowledge. the only thing we have left is a description of#one of the last people who visited the library. guess fucking who again’#like obviously all the names of the gaang will be remembered but everyone else’s#name when u first learn about them u know you need to remember them bc of course they will be important to history. like of course you’re#gonna remember avatar aangs name bc you know his name will surely come back. of course you remember firelord zuko who led the fire nation#into an era of peace. meanwhile sokka’s name is kinda a side note like yeah this guy was also#here you might need to remember this random detail for a test#except then he keeps coming back in every single class and by the end of your school career you’re just like ‘oh this test is asking me for#the name of whoever invented this or did that? well if I just answer sokka there’s like a 50% chance it’ll be correct do’#obviously then it becomes a meme#if tumblr exists 200 years after atla someone would make a post with a screenshot of some show with the text ‘ah they really invented love’#and someone also will reblog with ‘nice try but I think we all know who really invented love’ and then it’s one of those long posts in which#everyone reblogs with ‘sokka’ probably in a bunch of different fonts#atla.#sokka#mine.
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I'm fond of time travel aus, especially yours, so what if just LWJ travelled back to the gusu lectures, either during the 13/16 years or after all the events of canon.
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Lan Wangji walked slowly towards the room where his uncle’s lectures were held. He had no reason to drag his feet – this was a chance to change the past for the better, to stop so many terrible things from happening – and yet, he couldn’t resist going even more slowly than usual.
He was a little worried. So much rested on his shoulders.
What would be the right place to make the first change?
“Enjoy the lecture, Wangji,” his brother said as he passed him, returning from his own morning chores.
“Mm,” Lan Wangji said noncommittally.
“Wait,” Lan Xichen said, stopping and turning to look at him. “Hold on. What happened?”
Lan Wangji hesitated.
“Something big?”
“It isn’t –”
“How bad?” Lan Xichen’s eyes went wide. “That bad? How many people died?”
Lan Wangji winced – the answer was, of course, a very great deal, but that was all in the future and hadn’t happened yet – but Lan Xichen read the answer off of him at once.
“That many deaths couldn’t have happened without me knowing,” Lan Xichen said, clearly thinking it through. “And you were fine yesterday. Was it a dream? No, you wouldn’t panic over a dream. Did something happen at night –”
“I’ve returned from the future to change the past,” Lan Wangji blurted out. He couldn’t help it. He’d never been a good liar, and it’d been such a long time since he’d seen his brother so energic over anything…
“Oh,” Lan Xichen said, and visibly relaxed. “Okay. That’s fine. As long as you’re all right, and nobody’s died yet. Let me help?”
When he put it that way – how could Lan Wangji say no?
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“Wangji?” his uncle called as he entered the hanshi. It was a little early for lectures to be finished – it must have been one of the shorter days, perhaps.
“In here, with me,” Lan Xichen called.
Lan Qiren entered, a worried furrow in his brow. “You missed the lecture. I was concerned.”
Lan Wangji bowed his head. He’d gotten so caught up with talking with his brother that he had forgotten – it was strange, to still have responsibilities that meant going places he was told to go, doing what he was told to do. It’d been years since he had been the one attending classes, rather than teaching them.
And Lan Xichen had acted so naturally about it all that he’d just forgotten. And in forgetting, he’d worried his uncle, which he hadn’t meant to do – his uncle had always meant well, even when they disagreed. He hadn’t allowed his affection for Lan Wangji to stop him from doing what he believed to be the right thing, such as in the battle against Wei Wuxian, but in every other instant he was often Lan Wangji’s staunchest ally within the sect.
It’d been his forceful arguments that had convinced the rest of the sect to allow a formal marriage between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, when Lan Wangji had been certain that the most he would ever get was a quiet understanding and being left alone.
“Wangji’s returned from the future,” Lan Xichen announced. “He’s nearly as old as you are, and married.”
“Married?” Lan Qiren asked. “To who? That Wei boy?”
Lan Wangji turned to stare.
His uncle looked back at him. “What? Did you think you were being subtle?”
Lan Wangji opened and closed his mouth. He knew he wasn’t, of course, but he’d assumed his lack of subtlety had started…somewhat later in life. According to Lan Xichen, he hadn’t known Wei Wuxian for more than a week at this point.
“My relationship is not what I returned to fix,” he finally said. “There are other events –”
“It is that Wei boy!” His uncle looked – delighted? What? “An excellent choice, Wangji. You’re well matched.”
Lan Wangji felt his ears turning red. His uncle had certainly never said that to him in his past life.
Of course, if he had, Lan Wangji as he had been back then might have died of pure mortification, so it was probably for the best.
“You think so?” Lan Xichen asked. “He seems a bit – excitable –”
“It’ll be good for Wangji to have a challenge,” his uncle said, his eyes curving in a smile. “Someone to excite him every day.”
“I came to tell you about war,” Lan Wangji said, a little desperate to make them stop. “With the Wen sect -”
“The inevitability of war can wait,” Lan Qiren said. “First – do you have any children?”
“…one.”
“You have a child!” Lan Xichen exclaimed. “Wangji! You didn’t say! How wonderful! You have to tell us everything!”
Lan Wangji wondered exactly how he had reached this point.
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Nie Huaisang had developed a new habit that Lan Wangji didn’t know what to make of.
It hadn’t happened in his first life – certainly not at the Cloud Recesses, but not at any other point thereafter – and that made it strange. For a little while, Lan Wangji was afraid that Nie Huaisang had also returned from the future, since he wouldn’t put it past the Headshaker to have figured out his own way back for his own purposes, but after feeling him out a little he didn’t think so.
But that made what he was doing all the stranger.
From what Lan Wangji remembered, Nie Huaisang had been a little afraid of him during this time, and had largely avoided him, preferring to spend time with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. So why was he now following him around, talking about all manner of random things? He often didn’t even provide context for the subjects he brought up, and sometimes merely listed off names of people or places or even sometimes things.
It was totally nonsensical.
At first, Lan Wangji tried to ignore him, but it had no impact whatsoever. Nie Huaisang just continued what he was doing.
In the end, Lan Wangji cracked first, turning to him all at once while they were walking alone in the garden - or, well, Lan Wangji was walking his patrols, and Nie Huaisang was tagging along. “What are you doing?”
“Getting answers,” Nie Huaisang answered promptly, as if he’d only been waiting for Lan Wangji to ask.
Lan Wangji frowned at him.
Nie Huaisang was still young at this point – young and lazy and frivolous. But Lan Wangji had seen what steel lay beneath, in the years to come, and he would not make the mistake of underestimating him as so many others did.
“What answers?” he asked. “To what questions?”
“I want to know the future, of course!” Nie Huaisang said. “And since it’s obvious that you know it, I’m picking your brain.”
Lan Wangji stared.
His brother figuring it out, he could understand. His uncle had been told directly. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have surprised him, being both a genius and Lan Wangji’s soulmate. But – Nie Huaisang?
“How?” he asked.
“You very suddenly changed in how you reacted to things,” Nie Huaisang said with a shrug. “I tried to think of all the reasons there might be for it, given the constraints of time and place, and I’ve been testing and eliminating various options ever since. You wince when you think about someone who gets hurt eventually, you know.”
“…I do?”
Nie Huaisang nodded.
“Why are you telling me this?” Lan Wangji asked. The Nie Huaisang of the future was capable of an amazing degree of deception – he could not bring himself to believe that the younger version had been so careless by accident. Especially not with how eager he was to answer Lan Wangji’s questions.
“I want details,” Nie Huaisang said. “Obviously.”
“No.” Lan Wangji didn’t need to think twice about it. It was one thing to tell his family – he hadn’t planned to, but they knew him too well for him to avoid it – and entirely another to let the master schemer have such an advantage.
Nie Huaisang caught his arm.
“I don’t think you entirely understand, Lan-er-gonzi,” he said. “You flinch whenever anyone says my brother’s name. I want to know why, and I want to stop it from happening.”
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to find that steel core so near to the surface, even this young, and yet somehow it was.
“And if I refuse?” he asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
“You won’t. You have a big brother, too, and you flinch when his name gets said if you’re not paying attention.”
Nie Huaisang was really too smart.
“I won’t,” he agreed. “But supposing I did, what would have been your next step?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Nie Huaisang said. “I would have asked your brother to get it out of you.”
Lan Wangji sighed.
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Boys (Corpse x MALE!Reader)
VERY excited for this prompt! here is where i acknowledge corpse irl is straight: (pause to acknowledge). and here is where i write a piece of fiction that corpse has expressed he’s ok with!
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Please do a Corpse x male!reader - if you write for males but if not then GN will be okay ^^ - where reader is very edgy, wears techwear 24/7 and is taller than Corpse.
I’m not seeing enough male reader/GN fics where the reader is just as edgy if not edgier than Corpse—
you met corpse at a gas station, but he’s still cute. no corona ;)
warnings: minimal food talk, maybe swearing but i can’t remember lmao
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The day you met Corpse had you both stopped in your tracks.
Well, admittedly, Corpse was more so. You pride yourself on being able to keep it together, but Corpse has always been a dweeb who just tries his best - and often fails - to play it cool. This was obvious from the moment you’d met him, literally bumping into him at a gas station as you were both on your phones walking towards each other.
Your phone survived the accident, but Corpse’s clattered to the floor. You tore your eyes away from your screen as soon as your bodies made contact and immediately picked up his phone from the floor. “I’m so sorry,” you said, inspecting his phone. It’s fine, save for one long crack across the top left, thankfully missing the front camera entirely. You handed it to him, and finally noticed him staring up at you with wide eyes. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, confused.
He cleared his throat. “All good,” he replied, voice muffled just slightly by the fabric mask over his mouth. It’s deeper than you’d expected, and you startled a little at it, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Uh, it’s my fault too.”
“Well, you know,” you replied, shrugging. “There’s no place like twitter dot com.” You quirked a smile as you flashed your phone, displaying the Twitter timeline open on the screen.
He laughed, opening his phone to show that he’d been on Twitter too. “Uh, I’m Corpse,” he said.
You smiled at him, maybe more bashful than intended. “Y/N,” you replied, sticking out your hand to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he said, and as your hands met, a blush threatened the outer corner of your cheeks. His hands were… really nice. “Even if you broke my phone,” he teased.
You laughed, already feeling the tension between you two melt. “You’re just as much to blame here, Corpsie.”
As it turned out, your cars were parked next to one another’s at the pumping station, so you walked there together. You talked the whole way through picking up an armful of candy as he got a collection of energy drinks apparently for him and his friend Dave, and you kept talking while you finished putting gas in your car. And then you kept talking afterwards too, until Dave reached over and shouted out the open car window, “Dude, just ask for his number already!”
You grinned and Corpse blushed. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning to you, but you shook your head, still smiling at him happily. It was cute. “Look, if it’s too forward, I’m really sorry, but - I don’t usually get along with people this easily. Maybe we could… do this again?”
“Sure,” you agreed easily. You told yourself it’s only because you didn’t mind it, not that it was too hard to say no to that hopeful look in his eyes and that you didn’t want to forget how cute he sounded when he laughed. “Give me your phone.”
“You might crack it again,” Corpse replied, but he handed you the phone anyway. You rolled your eyes as you typed in your number, adding a heart next to your contact name.
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A week later, after texting and calling and FaceTiming nonstop, finally he asked you out. He took you to get boba, and you had dinner at his place, and when he dropped you off at yours, he stood on the front porch, only a few inches between you.
“I had fun tonight,” you said. There was something exhilarating about it, how he craned his neck to look at you, eyes scanning over your face nonstop like he was trying to read something off of your skin. To break the tension, you softly added, “Even if you did keep making fun of my pants.”
Corpse laughed, a breathless thing. He reached out to pull at one of the straps hanging down, letting it fling back gently against your leg with a dull smacking noise. “I just don’t get why there’s so many straps. And pockets.”
You leaned in. You told yourself - and later, him - it was because you wanted him to shut up about your stupid pants, but you and Corpse both knew the truth.
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When Corpse asked if you would be his boyfriend, you got the upgrade: access to the streamer room. You’d known, in your dating period, that he was an ‘internet personality’, as he very vaguely described it, but the lack of details he was willing to share discouraged you from sleuthing around on the internet. Of course, when he finally let you in a little more, thanks to his million followers, you blended in. Nobody knew that you, the random account simping in his replies, was the same guy whose hand made its way into Corpse’s Instagram stories more than once.
Your favorite thing maybe ever was seeing when Corpse posted pictures of him holding your hand. Most of the time, you didn’t even notice him taking the photos, but it was sweet, how your nails matched and he had sweater paws while you had tattoos. Even as a faceless YouTuber, it meant something to you that he was still proud of your relationship. His fans got a kick out of it too, nicknaming you Corpse Boyfriend.
But now, the real boyfriend test. He invited you to stream with him while he played Phasmophobia. You would talk to chat and ghosts as needed, and Corpse would do most of the heavy lifting. Of course you were nervous, but you never let on about it.
Well, Corpse knew you pretty well. When he asked if you were sure you were ready, and you said duh, bro, of course, he said, “Don’t bro me.” (He still kissed you though.)
“Corpse Husband, did you bring Corpse Boyfriend?” Corpse read aloud from the chat while they were waiting to get started with the game. “You guys have been hearing rumors? Well, lucky you, I did! I want you guys to meet N/N.”
“Hey,” you said, smiling at Corpse. “I wanna start my presence on this channel by telling all two hundred thousand of you that I’m taller than Corpse.”
“That’s the most important thing?” Corpse laughs at you. “You’re like, maybe two inches taller.”
“Don’t lie to your fans, Husband. You’re at least three inches shorter.”
“Two,” he insists playfully. “And that’s the hill I’ll die on. Boyfriend.”
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A few days later, when Dave comes over to hang out, you make him measure the two of you and force Corpse to post the lines on the wall as evidence. Three inches, he captions. Boyfriend wins :(
#corpse husband#corpse#corpse husband x reader#corpse husband x male reader#corpse husband fanfic#corpse husband imagine#corpse x reader#corpse x y/n#food mentions#liz writes stuff
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Heya everyone!
Hopefully things are going well with you all! Today I figured I'd show off a bit of what I've been working on :) It's all themed around the 'environment' interest, which as mentioned in a previous post, is the first interest I'll be entirely working on ;)
Townie Interests Manager - General
The townie interest manager is a 'helper' for, well, pre-mades living in the town! It gives them random interests when you first load the world with this mod.
Some pre-mades are 'remakes' from TS2, I figured, would it be cool to make sure that those sims are somewhat true to their ts2 interests? And so, those sims now have interests that work with their TS2 interests!
All of these townies (aka pre-mades) have 'Dislike' and 'Passionate' (or neutral even) that are all true to them:
(Remember 0 is absolutely disliking the interest, 20 is absolutely loving the interesting, 10 is neutral)
For premades, these interests can always be tweaked to your own personal liking of course! I'm just basing most off of the traits and skills :)
Townie Interests Manager - Autonomy
Currently, this is still a HUGE WIP of course! And currently, I'm testing it with in-game objects before I wanna try it with other mods out there and my own items that I'll make for this mod (See documentation: Google Docs )
I'm still expanding the 'autonomy' for this of course, but currently, I'm implementing the autonomy for sims to go to hobby lots (or any community lots that has their hobbies on it). They can also, of course, choose to do it at home :)
So how does this work then exactly? Well, in the picture above you might have seen 'Hobby lot: None' (which looks different with an actual lot though :p)
Here's the progress in an image format:
Of course, you can change or remove it ;) I do have to make the 'removing' part a bit clearer though. For now, you have to choose 'none' for that to work. Not so practical really.
What happens after setting a lot as a hobby lot?
From there, there's a 50% chance a sim will decide to visit that lot, or rather do their hobbies at home :) Since Entertainment currently does literally nothing, I'll demonstrate it with Environment:
For these sims, they'll need a gardening skill higher than at least 1, and there need to be at least some plants on the lot! Nraas SP seems really helpful here, as it does skill sims up automatically depending on their traits :)
(NOTE: this will NOT affect any households you're currently playing with, just families that you're currently not playing with. I'll make sure there's an off/on switch for families though :))
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Here both Jocasta & Gobias have decided they wanted to do some gardening in their own garden!
And here, I turned the Library into a hobby lot for Environment! And so Judy decided to visit it! :)
Testing blunder:
At some point, I actually forgot to 'blacklist' residential lots from being 'harvested' (since if you have no hobby lots, townies will just go to any community lot that has plants on it :))
And because of that Gobias kindly kept stealing/tending other sim's gardens :p
That no longer is the case though :p Gobias won’t steal your harvest anymore lol
How will this be useful?
First off, I'm personally really happy that Jocasta, for example, is *actually* tending her garden! I remember how before this mod, no one would tend their gardens and they were just... well, there!
So now, even if you're playing your family, and you're maybe following them driving to work, you actually see your neighbors do stuff!
Plus! your neighbors will actually skill up the skills they might need for their life wishes or just the storyline in general!
Stocks
As mentioned in the documentation, you can ask, in this case, the gardener sims here what they harvested and see their stock! This is extra great if your sim is a chef! All you got to do is check their stack of whatever-you-need, get anything with the best quality, and buy that, then make that perfect dish!
They may also donate some vegetables to you if they exceed over a certain limit (this is also so that the save game doesn't get bloated in huge MBs :p)
Researching an interest
Something for your own simmies! Now, because of some comments, I've seen on how people play their games, I figured this is the best way to proceed: Gatekeeping the interests.
What do I exactly mean by that? Well, if your sim is 'neutral' in an interest (So 10 points) they'll have to 'study' said interest they want to participate in :) That way, it's also less annoying too, when your sim is gardening for example, that the interests mod keeps bugging you about selecting a hobby and stuff :p
How it works:
Either on the computer, or your phone, your sim can go to Lyra's Interests & Hobbies > Research X interest.
Depending on what thing you're researching, your sim will show thought bubbles on what they're researching! So if you ever forget, just check the thought bubbles!
In this case, it's 'Health' ;)
Another way is of course to check the queue and hover over the task :p
Want to speed up the progress?
The research progress is somewhat like the 'writing a novel' progress. However, I coded mine in such a way, that it's keeping in mind that sims are reading things, rather than writing ;)
So, Bookworms and sims who read over 50 books (so if both, you're extra lucky! :p) will research things quicker by 10%.
Neurotic sims, on the other hand, that's -5% of the overall speed, since they really wanna know all the nitpicky details on how, what, why, where, etc.
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And that's all for now! it's not super impressive, but it was a hard job linking things together though! Hopefully, you all liked this first progress log! :)
#hobbiesandinterests#InterestsHobbiesProgressLog#work in progress#wip#ts3#sims 3#the sims 3#Long post warning
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