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mcflymemes · 9 days

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST * assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath out bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

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blanketforcas · 9 months

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🚩Cult and cultlike/toxic behavior: red flags in fandom 🚩

A non-exhaustive list inspired by my 10+ years of experience in fandom, both personal and second-hand. By sharing this, I hope to make other people more aware and able to protect themselves in the future. No fandom space or friend group is worth your mental health.

They claim they have secret information and use that to lure you in

They might either lovebomb you at first or make you (feel like you have to) prove your worth

The leader(s) of the group might not feel super approachable, at least not without fear of saying the wrong thing

They seem to create or point out a divide in fandom you’d never noticed before. Likely this divide isn’t actually there in wider fandom, or the need for it is wholly unnecessary.

They create an us vs them (outsiders) situation. Their group has the most knowledge and expertise, if others critique them it’s simply cause they must’ve heard false rumors. They are always the ones who are “misunderstood”.

Questioning statements from leaders/people with high regard in the group, is not without risk. You can get dogpiled, your intelligence put into question and gaslit about your own words and feelings.

You see discussions happen and get more heated, and at the end of that discussion the person on the receiving end of the things mentioned above ^ starts apologizing profusely and/or believes they are indeed stupid. However, if this person does keep defending their stance, they might get bullied or kicked out of the server/group chat

Too much emphasis on Being Right/having the correct take or theory – it may seem it has a higher priority than empathy and tactful communication

You need to have an opinion (their opinion), because silence equals condoning or agreeing with the “other side”

Everything is a moral issue. When everything is made out to be a high-stakes issue or reflective of everyone as a person, it's easier for the leader(s) to manipulate you.

You find yourself excusing people’s behavior because you agree with their point. The way they bring their argument forward and the tone they use, become subordinate to finding out the truthTM

There is such a thing as The TruthTM in every theory, discussion or analysis

If you don't Get It, it's cause you haven't "worked on yourself enough". Or it's cause you're not trying hard enough, or you haven't done enough reading, or you have blind spots only they can see.

There is a lot of conspiratorial thinking – maybe actors are trying to send us secret messages, maybe there is a Whole Lot You Don’t Know But We Do, Trust Us, maybe this or that person in fandom has tried to attack us and are planning a bigger attack,…

You barely/don’t have fandom friends outside of this group and if you do, you tend to intentionally (whether subconsciously or not) hide your experience from them. They wouldn’t understand the way they talk, they wouldn’t understand the way it works etc

They want to know a lot of your personal information. - might only happen once you get into higher ranks

You might get (more and more) specific “tasks”, it starts becoming a part-time job instead of a hobby/fun space to hang out with friends

Of course, these red flags are not always immediately visible let alone advertised when you join a group chat/discord server/twitter or tumblr bubble. They can also be nonexistent at first and show up later. Here are some general ways to stay vigilant:

Periodically check in with your values, if they might be changing & how you feel about that.

Keep an eye on the way people (and yourself) are being treated. Is it kind? Is it fair? Do you feel on edge all the time when you’re having conversations? Is your body more tense when you’re in this online space or when certain people are around? Be honest with yourself here.

Ask yourself: Is this space becoming my only coping mechanism? Am I spending too much time here? There’s no shame in spending a lot of time on things you enjoy, but do check in with yourself sometimes whether you are actually still having fun and if you are taking things too seriously or parasocialising a lot.

There's a lot of fun to be had in fandom and a lot of good that comes out of it - don't forget that. Keep seeking that. It's why we're here!

#destiel #supernatural #<- tagging these cause spnblr we got a problem (always have)#and ofc i could tag every fandom here #but that's impossible lol

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writing-havoc · 1 year

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Hello! I wanted to request, if you write for Nikolai, a scenario where the female reader has a moment of romantic tension with Nikolai. Although it can be anything that doesn't have distress.

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♡ Summary: You bump into Nikolai on the way to the library, he accompanies you

♡ Fandom: Shadow and Bone, Grishaverse

♡ Pairing: Nikolai Lanstov x Fem!Reader

♡ Warning(s): None

♡ WC: 2.1k

Hello! I absolutely do take requests for Nikola

My apologies for taking so long to get to this request </3. I wanted to read King of Scars and Rule of Wolves to try and get a better understanding of his character. Reading takes me a while. It takes a minute actually start a new book and then I became swamped with homework but!! I got it done

Hope you enjoy and that it is to your liking <3

Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes

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David needed to be more careful about his notes.

It's not that he was careless, per se, he took good care to make sure they weren't in any immediate danger.

But man are his scribbles hard to read.

There are parts where you can clearly tell he was looking elsewhere rather than at the notebook while he was writing, the words slanting or bunching together or becoming a really long line that he wrote over. And there are parts that one might assume were penned by an upper-class woman.

At this point it's its own language, one that you can't add to your growing list quite yet. Genya, though, is fluent.

Too bad she isn't present at the moment.

David sat across from you. Well, not really sat. More like he got stuck between standing and sitting over a stool as he made calculations on a spare piece of paper, rapidly looking between diagrams and another book of his notes. He mumbled every once in a while, which made Genya smile. Genya was actually sitting, rambling about something that you weren't quite sure the topic of, your presence only acknowledged when she needed you to confirm something and when she first appeared to say hi.

You know it's not meant with malice though. You loved seeing them together. The look David got when Genya suggested something, his brain doing the calculations and seeing that it worked, made it easier to feel like there was hope somewhere.

Somewhere blond, preferably.

"David, can I take your notes to the Little Palace?" You asked, hoping you spoke loud enough to get past the haze he was working himself into. "I just need to cross reference something in the library and i'm not gonna be able to remember this chicken scratch."

"A chicken has not been near my notes ever." He said, eyebrows creasing. "No, you can't. I need them here for this."

You sighed, fixing your posture from where you were leaned over. 'Careful what you wish for', you supposed. "Alright, I'll be back with probably about fifty books in tow."

"There's a book cart just outside the library!" Genya called to you, a smile on her face. "Put them on there and they shouldn't be hard to wheel back!"

"I'll keep that in mind." You replied, voice monotone.

The way back was filled with attempts at trying to not forget what exactly you needed. You thought of various keywords in the notes and the project itself.

It was relatively simple. Just making improvements on Ravkas airships and implementing them in the most optimal and cost effective way possible.

You'll probably need various books actually. The whole "fifty books" joke didn't seem funny anymore. Off the top of your head there was a rather recent one about aerodynamics. One of the Squallers around here should be able to give a bit of insight about it as well. There may be a way to make the airships lighter, but that would be sacrificing strength and safety for the people on the aircraft.

Maybe you could use the idea of the bulletproof kefta and apply that to the hull. At least to the more critical parts. Though that would require a horrible amount of fabric and would just be awkward. They'd have to withstand ground artillery, which is exponentially more powerful than a bullet.

But you could always scrap the fabric and make a different material semi bulletproof.

Inside the walls, you bumped headfirst into a surprisingly stiff figure. You grabbed onto them tight and righted your legs, their arms gripping you as well.

"My apologies-" you looked up, coming face to face with the King "-moi tsar."

He smirked. "Don't fall for me quite yet. I haven't properly courted you. And I know ive told you many a time that you may call me Nikolai, if you so please. It feels awkward among friends to be referred to in such a formal manner."

You sighed, a smile tugging on your lips, disentangling yourself from his limbs. "If you insist, Nikolai."

He grinned, something wide and reaching the corners of his eyes. "Oh, I definitely do."

Nikolai let you go, only moving half a step out of reach. He smelled vaguely of petrichor and more strongly of smoke. But it wasn't choking, rather welcomed. It took you back quite a few years, sitting with your parents next to a great bon fire, smiles on your faces and stories exchanged.

"You seemed terribly distracted just before we engaged in such a lovely embrace." He prodded.

You sighed once more. "Yes. I was attempting to gather a list of books in my head for the reinforcing. It kept getting longer and longer as I thought about it."

"Quite the load, I take it?"

"Unfortunately so. I can think of two others as I stand here." You rubbed your hands over your eyes, dreading the task of reading them. They ached already.

"Ill lend a helping arm. Or two, considering the grave look on your face."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips, a deep breath filling your lungs with more smoke. A thousand thoughts were playing in your mind, and then a flit of sudden embarrassment overcame your skin.

"My apologies, Nikolai." You took your hands away from your eyes, looking up and finding his trained on you. They looked greener today. "I don't mean to say the work is too much, or too hard, really, I don't. Im just complaining-"

"Allow me to stop you there to say, it's alright. It's to my understanding that you didn't get enough sleep last night?" Nikolai began walking, a slow pace meant to nudge you along, and you followed immediately.

"I..." You wondered how he knew that, and then realized you had complained to Tamar earlier this morning. Your heart fluttered. "No, I didn't. A cold breeze kept coming in through to my chambers. Drove me crazy trying to find where it was coming from."

He made a noise in understanding. "I take it you found it?"

"I did," your shoulder bumped into his arm, "not until I realized the moon had nearly run its course through the sky."

"Happens to the best of us, unfortunately."

Nikolai opened the door to the library, holding it open for you. You grabbed your kefta and playfully curtsied. "Why, thank you."

"My pleasure." It caught you off guard how sincere he was. Still, you smiled, walking through the door and immediately scanning the aisles and aisles of books.

"What are we looking for?" Nikolai asked.

You turned to face him, his eyes doing just that same as yours before. "Nikolai, I cannot ask that of you-"

"Oh but you didn't ask me anything. I'm volunteering my services. You should be grateful, you know. It's not everyday that someone gets to order a king around."

You rolled your eyes, waiting a moment, two, for him to back out. And when he didn't, you swallowed a confession and began to rattle off the list of books you accumulated and the ideas you had with them.

Nikolai went a few rows down, apparently knowing exactly what book you would need about various ways wind behaves given the shape of an object. You wanted to get advice straight from a Squaller, but apparently almost all of them where spread throughout Ravka and those that remained seemed to be highly busy elsewhere, and you would like answers sooner rather than later.

Most the other books you needed were more rudimentary than anything. Little things to refresh your memory. The math was going to be the hardest part.

Some were for inspiration. They broached a similar topic and held actual experiments and diagrams about how they worked. Hopefully they would give you an idea or two.

You reached on your tip toes, fingers just barely grazing the underneath of the last book you needed. The books were tightly packed, which you could feel but didn't know the extent of as you looked down, your muscles stretching to get just a few more millimeters.

When it was finally teetering on the edge, you gave one last tug and looked up. However, you barely had time to realize that three other books were coming down along side it.

You braced for impact, ready to feel the stabbing pain of book corners jabbing into your skull and the nape of your neck. You felt a different presence over you.

The feeling of cloth, warmth and a Kings coat barely felt through your kefta but ever present.

Quickly you turned, seeing Nikolai standing with his arms crossed over your head, a book perfectly balanced there.

"Ow." He said, moving a hand and grabbing the book. He looked at the cover and gave a short chortle, showing the cover. "I believe this, is what you were looking for?"

But your mind couldn't catch up. That smell of smoke filled your nose, the undertone of petrichor back in full swing and paper to boot. The library was silent, a faint chattering heard from outside the door as people passed.

Nikolais hazel eyes stared at you, definutely more green given the palette of his outfit and the browns of the books. The longer you looked the wider the centers became, flickering in size when he looked from your eyes and down your nose, over your cheek, to the corners of your mouth and over your lips, back to your eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, trying to leap out and into the hand that held that damned book.

He knew what he was doing, letting you see it all. Nikolai is a king, master of pretending. His jacket stuttered in and out, heart beating so hard you could just barely see it pick up beneath his coat. This was genuine.

You reached out to the book, fingers touching his warm ones. Without breaking eye contact, you muttered a small "thank you", and watched as his eyes creased.

"My pleasure." He leaned forward, bunting his forehead into yours for a mere moment before leaning back.

"Is your shoulder okay?" You asked, watching him roll it.

He stood still. "I've faced worse. I'll be alright."

He surveyed the area around him, the three books you didn't need scattered on the floor while another two were dropped at his feet. You could feel the four you grabbed resting against your foot where you nearly stepped on them.

"Left quite a mess, haven't we?" You said, tapping the book to your chest. Your heart was still pounding, and you didn't even want to imagine how hot your face felt. Nikolais own was back down to its usual light tan, but his eyes were still like saucers in the center, his breath a slight stutter in his coat. Just barely there.

"Just a little." He leaned down and grabbed two, walking forward and pausing in front of you again. You moved out of the way, leaning down and grabbing the last of the ones that fell.

You handed it to him for him to put back. He allowed his hand to brush yours. You both snickered at the childish flirting, leaning down to pick up the plethora of books you acquired.

Nikolai took two of your books without a word, leaving you with only three in your hands.

"Are you sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"You're actually quite lucky. I was on my way to Kirigans when you greeted me with that little hug of yours."

You knew it was a lie. But if he was willing to miss whatever it was he was intending on going to to make a detour to Lazlayon, then it couldn't have been that important.

"If you're sure."

"My dear y/n." He just couldn't stop smiling. "I can be sure of anything, if you would will it so."

And isnt that the perfect way to stop your heart? You rolled your eyes. "Such a romantic, you are."

"I hear a challenge."

"Oh saints please no."

You dread to see the lengths he would go to prove just how romantic he could be. But for now, you'll accept this.

#ask #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone x y/n #fanfic #anon #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x y/n

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Hi can I have a part two of Yandere jtww x reader

Like how they help with the Baby dipper's

How they help the reader around

How the date the Reader

How they get merrid

And then my surprise one how did they live that long and how did they find the reader

And how they still stay young.

Sure! Though this might turn out short, I am not sure yet just going to have to wait and see 😅

Warning: noob author, female reader, romantic yandere characters, and others.

Characters: sun, macaque, pigsy, sandy, Bai long ma.

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Sun wukong:

After you two met each other again you soon got to spending time together as it had been a century or two for sun and 3 month for you since you two last saw each other so you two wanted to to get to know each other again as things might’ve changed, mostly for sun as he had to wait until the modern time where you resided in to see you again.

Sun helps with the groceries as long as you have a list of the items you may need and some other chores like cleaning the house, he’ll just have his clones do it as he cuddles you and little mk though! He’ll also help out in gardening any vegetables, fruit, ot flowers you want to have in your garden that you have at your house.

It wasn’t until after 6 months of dating before the two of you married and became a actual family. Sun was still his mischievous way and in the past you didn’t really head much to punish with….. until now. Whenever he does something bad you get him to be on diaper duty for a month, which was basically all the time so now he does it when he smells that mk needs a change of diaper.

Though sometimes he’ll feel like being sneaky and uses his clones to do it for him while he hides to not get caught but mk always cries around the clones and not around the original when he doesn’t use the clones so you figured out that he’s being sneaky when mk cries and now he’s in bigger trouble than before.

You usually cook food but mk seem to have an attachment to a noodle shop called ‘pigsy’s noddles’ on it, at first sun was jealous but stopped when you mentioned how your brother, tang, married him, so sun doesn’t have a reason to be jealous which he is glad that he doesn’t have completion anymore besides the background characters that magically disappeared after only seeing them once.

Your babysitters are usually pigsy and tang when you and sun want alone time but when both couples want alone time sandy is the one to babysit mk who loves the big teddy bear.

His first word was mommy even though sun been saying anything close to a father title like: dada, day, papa, baba, but it all went in vain as mk had said ‘mama’ instead which made you laugh so hard you snorted at sun’s defeated faces before he playfully glare at you.

Macaque:

You, him, and little bai he spend most of your times watching movies at your home.

It didn’t take for you two long to date and get married as nothing changed sept for both of you needing cuddles and that you two have a child now .

He mostly stays in your shadow as the three of you go do errands and makes sure to come out when he feels like you’re in any sort of trouble and needs his help.

He would have his clones do the diapers as he doesn’t want to smell… that, plus he has more sensitive nose than yours so it’s more overwhelming than it is for you which you understand and try to help any way you can so it be easier on him as he wants to be there for everythingg bai he does, even if their embarrassing and smelly.

Bai he loves to play with the fingers of her father as it’s a bit different from her more human hands, sometimes she tales interests in his six eases but he makes sure to not get them tugged on by her as baby hands can grip hard especially if they start to pull.

Bai he gets babysit by tang, your brother, and his husband pigsy and mk is her playmate. Though when both you and macaque, tang and pigsy wants alone time you go to sandy who is happy to watch over the two.

Bai he had said a mixture of dada and mama which made you two ‘aww’ at, you a little more so than macaque but in the end all three of you got yourselves a nice treat and relaxed at home.

Pigsy:

You and him got to know each other again And found out that he had went into the modern times after the journey to the west journey ended and made a noodle shop in hopes of having you come in and find you again as he knew you liked noodles.

He does the diapers when you’re feeling stressed and overwork along with the other baby stuff like feeding him formula, burping him, and all sorts of things you need to do to take care of a child.

He also helps with chores and errands while you take care of tang, and on other times you three relax, watch a movie or play a game that can have a child play, like making slimes; though you do have to be careful so as to not have tang eat the slime, and theres also paint y’all do together.

It wasn’t long before the two of you got married, about 5 months after you started dating since you two already know each other due to being in a relationship before having to unwillingly be apart for however long cause of you leaving without even saying goodbye.

Tang grew an obsession over noodles as he grew a bit more to eat anything that was edible and not formula.

Tang had said ‘dada’ while holding the little pig plushie that you had gifted him before you were reunited with your love, pigsy was estacted and thankfully you were away to see his little dance of joy that he did which made tang giggle, pigsy did show you that tang had said ‘dada’ as his first word once you had gotten home.

You three go back to the park where y’all reunited as it bring nostalgia and tang likes the park as well.

Sandy:

Sandy is a saint when it came to helping you out with the child you two have. He helped with the diapers, the throw up, the feeding, the burps and possible vomit afterwards, everything, of course you also tried to help as well, key word on ‘tried’ as he wanted you to rest and even made mo and the other cats pile on top of you for cuddles.

He is a big guy so he helps with any errand you need done even if you say that they were small enough for you to do by yourself, his sweet words make you melt involuntarily as you try to fight it back to not become a burden until sandy reassures that you should rest as you had the baby inside of you for 9 months and had to take care of them for 3 months afterwards before he finally reunited with you again.

You did ask how he’s still alive and haven’t passed on, he said that quayin decided to teleport him to the modern times that you talked about to be with you after he and the others finished the journey and that all he ever did was try and find you after all that time of staying in your time.

The babysitters for your child is pigsy and tang, but if their busy then it’s huntsman who you met and was explained how the two met via huntsman used to be on the bad guys team before lbd happened while you and your family was away on a relaxation vacation while you wre pregnant.

You two had ended up getting married after 2 months of dating as both of you already knew each other quite well to understand each other so why wait any longer.

Your child always loved it when sandy showed them the miniature builds he does, along with the cuddle pile with you three and the cats while y’all watch a movie together and that makes them sleep pretty fast unless it’s in the hot seasons.

Your child first word was ‘cat!’ Which made both of you laugh and agree as they were pointing at mo who was innocently licking himself clean but stopped once the attention was on him making him look up at you three in confusion.

Bai long ma:

Bai long ma, or also known as ao lie was apparently sealed in a dragon sword that became the heirloom of his descendants and was finally released on the day you came to visit his descendants that was from his siblings side as he only had eyes for you before he was sealed away in that sword.

He swore that the sword he was sealed in would be mei’s once she’s old enough to have and wield it but until then he wild wield it and eventually will train and show her how to wield it for the future.

He was having a hard time with the diaper changes with the displeasing smell along with how he has more enhanced sense of smell than you but the others he was a pro at.

He made sure to do research on how to take care of babies after he reunited with you and found out he had a daughter and also to take some of the stress you gained from having her in your baby and taking care of her for 3 months.

Mei’s first word was dragon which was pronounced ‘dwagon!’ Which made you both ‘aww’ at, it was when he had first changed into a small version of his dragon form for her the first time and apparently she catches on what a dragon from Chinese culture looks like.

She really likes dragons and have all sorts of plushies of them in her nursery.

She took a shine of mk and created mischief with her cousin like friend which made both you, ao lie, pigsy, and tang all very tired as the two have tons of energy it seems.

(A/n: i hope y’all like what i did with it! I ended up being able to make it seven paragraphs after all which makes me happy 😁 but anyway, hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #jttw #crossover #anime crossover #lmk macaque #jttw sun wukong #jttw zhu bajie #jttw monkey king #jttw pigsy #jttw x reader #jttw sha wujing #jttw six eared macaque #jttw sun wukong x reader #jttw sandy

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insomanic-fanfication · 1 year

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🍃🌹I feel like this could help my Mutal Writers🌹🍃

Author's note: Writing can be entertaining and a way to let that creativity from your mind flow. For some, it can even be a coping mechanism. However, you can even get burnt out from things that you enjoy. That's okay! And it is, in fact, normal! Believe it or not, even professionals get writer's block; it's part of the writing process to help you think outside the box or different perspective.

Sources to help with writer's block:

youtube

How has my writing process been? How do I tend to do writing?:

Let me use one of my drafts as an example! Important understanding: When figuring out how to eliminate your own writer's block or write your fanfictions. It's prevalent to see how others write or their working process and feel discouraged when their way doesn't work for you. So here is some context about myself before I show you my writing process and why it works for me. While it may not work for others.

I am an Autistic 19-year-old (20 in 4 months, Jesus fucking Christ..), Transman. Working a full-time job and made this blog a side project and hobby. While being polyamorous, I am also Ace! So this will bleed into my writing without me knowing.

I've found ways to help me write are being in places where other people are working too; this is why you can often spot them in local coffee shops. Seeing a lot of college students and genius people working on their laptops and being productive tends to help me do the same!

Whereas, if I stayed in my room, I find it's much easier to get distracted or begin to procrastinate.

My actual writing process, Using one of my drafts as an example:

Draft in Question: "Shotgunning" Stoner Wally West x Male Reader

The title, content warning, author's notes, and summary are great places to start. It can help you understand where to take the fanfiction, no matter how long it's been since you opened the draft.

Don't be afraid if you don't know exactly where to start! There is no rule saying you have to start at the beginning of the fanfiction; if you have an idea of part of it, then you can start from there. Once you write that part, make a paragraph about how the situation gets to that point. Doing the same after the section.

The 2 purpose rule:

"When re-reading to edit, there must be 2 reasons for the edit that furthers the plot."

As someone that creates something, we often become our most prominent critic by deleting an entire paragraph because we believe it's not good enough. This is where we can become burnt out or discouraged about our writing abilities. By doing this, you are limiting your editing and, in return, limiting your stress about getting it " just right."

An expectation of this rule is to make sure the work is easy to follow. Write as much as you can, then step back from it for an hour or two, Then re-read it and write for better clarity. Only allow yourself to do this once or twice after finishing the fanfiction. Then press post! Post it before your anxiety tells you to keep editing or "Let's change this one thing first.". No! You're done, post or schedule it, and go to the next draft!

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Dirty, little secret

A/N: I’m slowly, but surely making my way through my prompt-list for the month of May! There’s still some left to choose from, so get your cute little butts to the list and pick out what you’d like to see! I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it!

Prompt: “Did you not notice me flirting at all?” “You’re very hard to read! “It’s been TWO YEARS!”

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one shot or multichapter fic, with whatever you want in it!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus sized!Female reader

Contains: Language, fluff, sort of coworkers to lovers, straight, pure fluff to rot your teeth on such a fine Thursday, Henry being an absolute SNACK

W.C.: 2.277

Dirty little secret

It wasn’t that Henry didn’t know he was attractive. Hell, he had even used it a few times to his own gain; a smile, a wink here and there, and he’d mostly get what he asked for. Sometimes even things, he didn’t ask for.

But Y/N had been completely unfazed by him – you had smiled softly right back and looked very confused, when Henry winked at you between sets. That had been two years ago, and he was growing pretty annoyed that you were so hard to fluster. It had become sort of a habit to him to try and flirt – at first, it was just to see if you picked up on it – but now it was a battle of will.

He liked you. Actually, he had mused to himself during a night-shoot in frigid temperatures, when he saw you hand out homemade hot cocoa from your own thermos to every, single person working that night, he might be in love. You were easy to be around. You always carried yourself as if you were being lifted by gentle winds, your smile was infectious and your laugh, God, don’t get him started on your laugh. It was insane, the power you held over him.

It hadn’t made it easier when you became friends – of course, it was pretty inevitable, seeing as you were both regulars on The Witcher and had been since it started – and you were just… Perfect. You had baked him a birthday-cake, for crying out loud. With not enough candles, which you had told him was to his own benefit, so he didn’t think about how old he’d gotten. You were fucking beautiful, too. In such an unassuming, very unrecognized way. He had told you once that he thought you were stunning, when you wore that damned bottle-green dress to a red carpet, but you had blushed and told him, he didn’t need to lie. You were used to it. He didn’t understand that at all. To him, you were delectable, if he had to chose a word to describe you; round and luscious, curves and thighs that made him want to bury his face in you – all in all, he had to compliment himself on his sheer willpower, when you asked him to held you hook your damn garter-belt back to your thigh high and had hoisted your dress up just enough. His fingers were burning for days afterwards with the memory of your warm, soft skin under the pads of them.

And now, he was staring at you as you laughed your head off with Anya, tears welling in your eyes. He barked a laugh out when your makeup-artist scolded you with a stern face. “Laugh it up, Cavill, you’re the one getting covered in goo.” You shouted at him, and fucking winked at him. He might die from a heart attack these days. “Be careful, or I’ll cover you in goo.” He yelled back, and practically felt his toes retreat into his body. Flirting was normally not an issue for him, but with you, he was reduced to a teenager, apparently. You didn’t mind, throwing your head back and laughed loudly, a cute little snort following. “Sure, thing, darling, bring it on.” He tried not to let the thought of you covered in something else entirely get too much to him.

It was like a dirty little secret, how much he wanted you.

When it came to press-tours, the PR-team had decided that you were the only one who could handle interviews with him. They had been very vocal about the fact that Henry and Joey would be a match made in hell, that Anya and Freya had way too much chemistry to try and separate them; and Kim and Joey were simply perfect for co-interviews. Right bastards, really, because they – especially Joey – had made a very big deal out of a little crush. Joey was constantly wagging his stupid brows at Henry, whenever he talked to Y/N, while Kim gave Henry a stern “dad-talk”, threatening to cut each of his limps off, starting with the one between his legs if he ever as much as curled a hair on Y/N’s head. And then the teasing had begun. You had been none the wiser, simply thinking it was all in good fun, but oh lord, those two were absolute menaces.

So, that’s why you were seated next to Henry in a way too small couch – he wasn’t sure if it was actually small, he was big or he just felt like he was touching all too much of you, when your PR-manager came over. The PR-team had even gone as far as saying that you two had extraordinary energy together, and that had sealed the deal, apparently; Henry wasn’t exactly opposed to the energy you had with him, but he was, however, very concerned about the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest.

“You know, I can hear your gears turning, Henry.” You mumbled, nudging his shoulder. “All good?” “You’re next to me, why wouldn’t it be?” He said with a grin. You bit your lip. “You’re absolutely insane.” “About you, yes.” You rolled your eyes. “Reel it in, Casanova, save it for the ladies.” “Are you not a lady?” He couldn’t help the grin on his face; this was the first time you’d willingly entertained a conversation that started with flirting, although he suspected either it was nerves or you just being blissfully unaware that it was actual flirting. You were about to answer when the interviewer came into view. “I’m so happy to meet you both! I’m such a fan, Y/N, your last independent movie? It was an absolute joy to see.” Henry grinned at you. “Aw, thank you. I’m glad someone likes my weird movies.” The interviewer grinned, and Henry didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked to your arm, which had somehow linked around Henry’s. “Alright, are you guys ready to get the show on the road?” “Sure are.” Henry replied, smiling softly. He didn’t want to think too hard about the way your thumb rubbed circles on the crease of his elbow, or he might lose all remembrance of speech.

The interview was pretty clean, nothing out of the ordinary. He liked hearing your answers, as he always did, and he answered gracefully himself, whenever asked. “So, there’s some rumors going around.” The interviewer said, a wide smile on her lips. “There’s plenty of those, I imagine.” Y/N answered and laughed. “Remember the rumor about Jaskier secretly being a Witcher?” Henry nodded. “Or the one about Yennefer somehow being Ciri’s mother?” henry asked, and you both laughed. “While those are all good, this is actually about the two of you!” The interviewer said, straightening her back a little. “Oh, boy.” You swallowed thickly. You had told him at a wrap-party that you always feared the rumors; you were a little intimidated by the rumor-mill, and, you confided, worried that most of them was about your weight equaling your success and or talent. Henry found it ludicrous; you had more talent in your pinky than he did in his entire body. He untangled his arm from yours, and slowly, almost secretively, wrapped it around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him.

“I don’t know if you’ve seen the many videos about you two?” You both shook your head. “Oh, wow, you need to!” The interviewer grinned. “There’s a lot of compilations of you two, most of them titled something along the lines of Henry being in love with Y/N for five minutes straight and…” The interviewer looked at her cards. “Y/N being unaware of Henry being a lovesick puppy for ten minutes straight.” She laughed a little. “Wow, I didn’t think…” Y/n trailed off, looking to Henry for help. He was happy to do so. “Me neither. I mean, we’ve seen some of the ones with Joey and Anya, mostly because Joey is a narcissist who loves when people talk about him…” Henry laughed. “But we didn’t know people made them about us.” He willed the stupid blush to disappear from his face.

“Well, there’s plenty. I was just thinking, and judging by the videos, so are your fans, is there any truth to it?” You laughed. “Oh, no, we’re just friends.” Henry frowned. “Hey, now, that’s a little presumptuous of you to say.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?” “Well…” he smiled. “I’m just saying, you can’t really just speak for the both of us.” You chuckled. “Do you have a thing for me, Henry?” You asked playfully, clearly expecting him to laugh along. He supposed no time was like the present. “Yes.” You coughed, choking a little on your own spit, while the interviewer breathed out a oh my God – she was about to hit the damn jackpot with this. “I’m sorry?” You stared at him with wide eyes. He shrugged. “Yes. I have a thing for you. Several, in fact.” You spluttered. “But I… Y-wh…. What?” He smiled and turned to the interviewer.

“I think we’ll round out, if that’s alright.” She nodded, dumbfounded, and Henry stood, pulling you to your feet, saying your goodbyes and then dragged you to the green room, where he locked the door behind him.

“Henry, you can’t joke about…” You began. “I wasn’t joking. Why would I joke about that?” He asked as an afterthought. “I don’t know! Just… Maybe to get me… I don’t know.” You grumbled and sat down heavily in the chair next to the desk full of fruits and snacks. “You… Seriously have a thing for me?”

“Well, yes… Did you not notice me flirting at all?” You shrugged. “You’re very hard to read.” He groaned. “IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS!” He said in a loud voice. You looked to him.

“Wait, so… All those weird comments about… Like… Goo and all that, that was true?” You asked with the hitn of a smile on your lips. “Oh, the goo-one… Not my best.” He said, blushing at the memory. “But yeah, all in all.” “Oh, my… So, at your birthday, when you said you’d be happy to grow old, if I was next to you, you weren’t like… Making a weird nursing home reference?” You asked in a breathy voice. “No. I honestly thought that was enough to make you understand what I felt, but you are willfully ignorant, sometimes, my love.” He said, sitting down in front of you – he was kneeling, his large hands splayed out on your thighs. “My best friend calls it romance-selective hearing.” You giggled, your eyes locked on his hands. “Darling, I’m serious. If you had been paying attention, you’d have noticed how much I look at you. Want to be near you. How badly I want to just…” His grip tightened on your thighs. “Anyway, yes, I do feel… I have a thing or a million for you, but who’s counting?” He said with a soft smile. “I cannot. With you. Like… This. Dude, you’ve dated people, who are the size of my wrist.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You nodded once. “Love…” He gently put two fingers under your chin and had to physically restrain himself from attacking your lips right then and there, when your eyes landed on his and a tiny, little, very sensual whimper tumbled from your lips. He would store that information for later use. “I really couldn’t care if you were the size of a tulip or a whale. I like you for you, and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. Seriously. I still dream of you wearing that damned green dress…” he smiled at you. “I mean it, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my hopeful eyes on, and it has been torture to try and get you to understand how badly I want you, when you clearly didn’t care too much for my flirting.” You grinned at him. “I guess you’ve lost your flair, Cavill.” He leaned in, testing the waters; your breath hitched, and he assumed it was safe enough to press his lips against yours softly.

At least, that’s what he intended for it to be, but he was surprised by your reaction; you gasped against his lips and threw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss instantly. He groaned and stood, simply pulling you with him, until your feet didn’t touch the ground anymore, and you wrapped them around his waist. You kissed hungrily, both of you trying to keep your hands to yourself. It was a public space, after all. You pulled away with a sigh and he lowered you back to the ground.

He never realized just how much he towered over you, until he had to – oh no, how awful – lift your head with two fingers under your chin again, that delightful little whimper coming right back. Your lips were swollen.

“Lost my flair, have I?” He asked, his voice hoarse. You grinned, and that beautiful smile could light up any day, night or life for him.

“I suppose you haven’t entirely… That depends, though.” He kissed you again, holding back, so you wouldn’t end up doing something stupid, like screwing in the middle of the green room. “Depends on what, love?” He kissed your forehead, simply not able to resist having his lips on you in any capacity.

“How much you like pizza, lord of the rings and how well you cuddle.” He smiled brighter than the sun, clasping his hand with yours.

“I am going to snuggle the everloving shit out of you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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rocknrollsalad · 5 months

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Oooh, Stargyle has so much unexplored potential.

What about Steve and Argyle both going to community college for something hands on: woodworking, welding, pottery, plumbing--I don't really care? (Why? Steve is a very tactile, hands-on guy and not big on academics, and we see Argyle in woodshop.)

And they have to partner up for a project. They both turn out to be really good at one aspect of the project. Flirtation ensues.

OKAY, so I may have done a really shitty job of following this prompt. I read maybe seven words of it and rushed to a new gdoc. Immediately, I vomited out 1200 words and took it from there.

However, it's received some less-than-favorable reviews already so I stopped writing it. I'm kind of sorry. I'm more sorry about publishing it knowing it's neither finished nor as good as it should be. HOWEVER, here's what I got and I hope you get so many nice things for sending this to me in my hour of need.

tw: drug use (pot) word count: 2705

College was the last place Steve thought he’d be. Sure it was a community college and his parents made sure to let him know exactly how beneath them that was but it was still school. Something he thought he’d finished with because…school sucked.

It was also the way forward.

So, yeah, he was twenty-six and attending a full day of classes at some community college. He was also working part-time and somehow finding time to have something close to a social life. Occasionally. Not as much as he wanted on the latter and less in the way of dating but he was out of Hawkins and doing this on his own.

He’d moved out west three years ago, the last of his friends went off to colleges of their own and left him looking at a ghost of town that held nothing special anymore. It was a necessary bit of sadness to push Steve toward following his dreams.

Sun and surf, palm trees and tacos, and never a single snow day. Everyone wanted him to hate it, it was so far from them, but Steve hadn’t worn pants or a long sleeve shirt in 30 months. He’d been permanently tan for just as long and his hair found its way to something closer to blonde. The food was better, the people friendlier, and, yeah, everyone he’d grown up with was a plane ride away now but the good outweighed the bad.

Not to mention, he breathed easier out from under the Harrington shadow. Carving his own way for the first time in his life had been more freeing than being allowed to wear flip-flops to work. Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Max, they’d all understand eventually. Especially if they’d make that plane ride.

With a job at a daycare, Steve found himself a calling among all the naps on the beach. It made sense that he was good at it but it was luck he’d found out. At least until he got too comfortable there. His boss was the one who talked him into college, she had a list a mile long of things an early childhood education degree could bring him and, by extension, her. Steve wasn’t into the idea. Obviously, he’d done fine without it but she swore he could do so much more. After months of lectures and pamphlets and attempts at reasoning with him, Steve finally caved.

Once he did, though, she was his biggest supporter. Something Steve actually needed in all this. He didn’t have a lot of faith in himself to earn this degree. On paper, it looked daunting. But his boss helped him pick courses and study for his assessments. Holding his hand every step of the way and crossing a few t’s Steve missed. However, she didn’t console him when the results came back and he was below college level on everything. It would mean a lot of math courses and even more English ones.

Something he bogged himself down with for the first quarter. Wanting to speed run through catching up, all Steve did was depress himself and lose the desire to carry on. For the next quarter, they balanced things a little more. Classes for his degree and classes for catching up.

His boss had pushed a course on nutrition, promising it’d be fun and though not directly part of his degree requirements, would come in handy with their new programs and funding. Steve wasn’t sure about the fun part but it sounded far better than another stab at algebra.

So at ten o’clock in the god-forsaken morning, Steve dragged himself to a part of the school he’d never seen to learn about what foods were healthy. An easy A, Steve thought, the answer to everything here is just vegetables. Don’t give kids candy for breakfast. Carrot cake wasn’t actually healthy. It seemed like something he could do in his sleep. A fact he might put to the test at this hour.

Claiming a seat in the middle of the room, against the wall in case he needed a nap, Steve readied his supplies in some weird impression of Nancy Wheeler. Trying to look ready to learn even if he wasn’t. Something about faking it until he made it or whatever people said. No one could tell him he wasn’t trying.

Barely a minute before the class was meant to start (the teacher was nowhere in sight) laughter came from outside the door and followed a couple of guys in. Two other people stood up and they exchanged hi-fives as the jokes were explained and the laughter doubled.

One guy among them was enough to make Steve sit upright and pay a bit more attention. A gorgeous man with a loud printed t-shirt and the longest hair Steve had ever seen on anyone. He laughed and joked with everyone and Steve couldn’t stop staring. Like everything else in the room had just fizzled away and he was left with this muted conversation and his heartbeat thrumming in his ears.

This was also something new to California. Not cartoon hearts appearing around guys, that had always been there, but being okay with it. Losing the pressure to be the golden boy had allowed him a chance to experiment and Steve could, with confidence, now say he liked all genders. If only the increase in possibilities had led to less striking out.

Almost immediately, Steve envisioned being rejected by this guy. He didn’t seem the sort to laugh in his face, maybe he’d let him down gently, say it wasn’t his thing. But a small part of Steve’s mind toyed with the “yes” of it all as he stared across the classroom.

The teacher had apparently arrived because everyone started to find seats and Steve was left feeling a bit lost and more than a little confused as he tried to come back to the present. The man in the front of the room trying to settle everyone was everything TV made hippies out to be, he sounded like Cheech or Chong and flashed the peace sign seven different times in his introduction. He certainly wasn’t going to be holding any of Steve’s attention but, again, this was just meant to be an easy A. It didn’t have to be dynamic. At least he had a reason to show up every day.

For days that drifted into weeks, Steve watched the other students arrive nearly the same way every day. This ball of energy and light, laughing and talking with everyone until the teacher made him sit down. Which he did with a casual apology and presented the floor to the man who had no command of the room. It felt like high school, hardly a higher learning situation but Steve’s boss had warned him, that college wasn’t as serious as people made it out to be.

They were supposed to learn about nutrition and why it mattered but mostly the guy talked about his garden and how to keep pests away. Other students stopped coming but that happened in all classes. Those that stayed, Steve found out, were all in the culinary program and it was this or more practice chopping onions. They were thrilled to be here and didn’t care what the guy talked about.

Which brought on a new feeling as the class list was an obvious clique and him. Steve was on the outside, not part of the group having fun, and it was a place he’d never been. Robin said it was good for him but he wasn’t so sure.

Steve thought he was going to spend the whole quarter looking on from afar, not even knowing this guy’s name, and he’d begun to make peace with that. Wondering where just a touch of King Steve was so he could waltz in like he belonged like he was a blessing to them. Maybe he didn’t have to swing his personality so far the other way but there was comfort in being on the outskirts that Steve wasn’t ready to give up.

Until a month into the quarter, the teacher didn’t show up. Everyone chimed in with different amounts of time they had to wait before they could leave but eventually, one brave soul made the call. Dismissed them all with a promise of an A for the day. Power they didn’t have but a joke the whole class shared.

As those who weren’t in the culinary program packed up, Steve was approached by the guy he’d been staring at day in and day out. Whatever it was that had Cinderella able to make animals do her chores, this guy had. It was almost hard to be in the presence of and typically Steve wasn’t a fan of anything that made his confidence falter but he recovered in enough time. He hoped.

“Yo, man. You sit in the class by yourself, like, every day and I keep thinking ‘y’know what? That guy needs a friend!’ so here I am! We’re gonna go across the street to the Erin’s. They both got the same name but one’s a guy and one’s a girl, and they’re dating. It’s not weird, I guess, but I don’t want to be saying my own name in bed, ya know? But, yeah, they got a few new recipes to try and, y’know, plenty of weed. If you wanna come?”

There was a desperate “yes” on the tip of Steve’s tongue that he hated. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on until later,” he lied.

“Righteous! I’m not an Aaron, by the way. Name’s Argyle.”

“Steve.”

“That’s so easy to remember. You look like a Steve. Steven?”

Steve nodded, not really wanting to claim the name in case Argyle wanted to start using it.

Instead, he nodded for the door and made moves toward it. “Alright, so have you ever had tres leches cake? Tell me you’ve tried this.”

“I’ve..never heard of it.”

“Prepare to be delighted. This is a big day for you, man. You’ll never be the same after it. Tell your taste buds to get ready, their tiny minds are going to be blown clean off.”

The description brought on a familiar feeling, Argyle was gorgeous and kind but under that amazing smile, he was as weird as everyone else Steve knew. And he knew how to hang out with the weird kids.

On the walk over, Argyle talked about how he got into cooking, why he was in college so “late” in life, and his restaurant owning dreams for the future. Steve couldn’t get a word in but he didn’t trust his flirting or conversational ability so it was for the best.

And Argyle didn’t seem to have a problem filling the silences or depriving Steve of them. Walking them around and introducing Steve to a bunch of people whose names he forgot immediately, feeding him snacks, and getting them both settled in the “backyard” where, for the first time, Argyle stopped talking. There were a bunch of other people to fill the silences though.

Most of what was shared, Steve didn’t follow. They spoke with familiarity Steve didn’t have, he hadn’t earned yet. Instead, he listened, passed the joint around, and ate more cake in one sitting than he ever had before.

All of it made it hard to stay focused. Steve realized his tolerance was not what it used to be and that made it that much harder to impress. Unless sitting quietly and nursing one drink because you were afraid you’d never see another beverage again in your life was now charming. Best he could tell no one seemed to mind but everything was really hazy so they could have been ripping Steve apart and he wouldn’t know. Just smile and take another sip.

How he got home was a mystery but the half a cake on his kitchen counter said it was done so with kindness. As with any night under the influence, Steve prayed he didn’t make an ass of himself and for the first time, all quarter found himself dreading the nutrition class.

But Argyle walked in the room and pointed at Steve, crowing out “He lives!!!!” before lowering his voice to add “Glad to see you among the living again, my man. You can not handle your weed.”

“I’m out of practice and…from Indiana.”

Argyle’s eyes went wide like the second point explained everything and before he could add anything else, the teacher came in demanding attention for another day of teaching them nothing. Steve moved up a row and relaxed some. Though he did spend more time daydreaming about burgers than cute boys who mock him.

Not that he didn’t deserve it. He’d been so wrapped up in the new experience that he forgot to seal the deal and there was a version of Steve out there that never would have let that happen. Now he was back to not knowing where he stood but knowing full well he should just find out. He knew how to find out but years of bad luck, a personality shift, and maybe a healthy fear of rejection kept Steve in his seat.

Every day after that, though, he got a little wave or nod from Argyle as he breezed into class with his group of friends. It was easier to pick out now that Argyle wasn’t the leader of the group, just a very devoted follower whom Steve had made the most important. A familiar scene from the other side. College wasn’t quite the same as high school though and Steve would kill for a pep rally to skip or dance to go to.

Instead, he stuck to quiet greetings. Like all the other classes he’d had. A group project here or there brought strangers together but for the most part, it was a roomful of people living their lives. At least these guys now welcomed him into the laughs. Though there wasn’t another invite to sit on a square foot of dirt and eat amazing food so he wasn’t part of the club, obviously.

By the time Steve had made peace with that, the invite to come out to have snacks at a friend’s was thrown his way. Though he was denied a chance to get high. Something he pouted about for far too long. It earned him sympathy but not drugs. He did remember the night this time and got himself home so maybe it was for the best.

The week after it wasn’t a friend’s place but the kitchens at the school because there was a ton of beef wellingtons that needed to be eaten. Sure most of them were overdone, a couple were burnt, but it was free food, and eating a bit of charred pastry was hardly anything to complain about.

After everything settled and people were hanging around talking, Argyle grabbed Steve and brought him through to an area with multiple kitchen setups. Lit only by the wall of windows, stovetops sparkled and the smell of bleach overpowered anything they’d been used for. Far beyond any home ec class he’d been in but he felt just as out of place.

They head over to one of the setups and sure, maybe they were there to try some amazing dish Argyle had in the fridge. Perhaps he just wanted to show off his area or maybe they’d “break the rules” and cook something special. Okay, so that last one was a bit too Hollywood but Steve was lonely, his brain did things like this now.

It also presented him with a fourth option that changed what sort of movie it was. All alone in a dark room with a guy he’d been lusting after for weeks, there was a very obvious choice. Far more risky than baking after hours, Steve wasn’t sure if he was picking up hints or Argyle just loved everyone but he’d never know if he didn’t try.

So Steve sucked in a breath and crowded Argyle’s space until the man was backed against the fridge, waiting for any indication this wasn’t welcome. When nothing was said Steve leaned against him. From there instinct took over for both of them and their lips pressed together.

#i'm not going to tag this as anything #but like i did clean it up #i just couldn't let it rot away #i hope it's something #to someone lol #i'm releasing it though #it's dead to me now 😂😂😂😂😂

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chaoticincompetent · 4 days

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Thinking about accessibility around neurodivergence in TTRPGs, specifically D&D because that's the main game my group plays...

Here are a few things that help me play better/more easily, as someone with ADHD and possible autism (a very personal, non-exhaustive list!)

Taking Breaks (and Other Self Care)

Self-care is everything. 'Nuff said. End of story.

No Judgement

Being able to say "that RP was intense and everyone was talking at once - I'm going to put the kettle on for a sec" and have everyone understand. Or "can you repeat that again, DM? I promise I was listening but the information just donked off my brain."

Every member of our group has done this at various points - we're only human! (Or tiefling/elf/goblin/whatever).

Taking Notes in Character

Warning: this can lead to burnout if not careful! And may not work for everyone. But if I'm notetaking, it's sometimes easier to stay focused.

Cheat-Sheets / Note-Cards

Character sheets are complex, with tons of dense info.

My current character is lvl12 artificer. She has A LOT of weird stuff/abilities at this stage and I can't remember them all (there's a running joke with the DM that she only wears her clockwork amulet for the aesthetic because I keep forgetting the bloody thing exists), so I made a couple of cards with a brief breakdown of what I can do and tape them near the computer screen.

It's far less intimidating than the full character sheet for quick decisions, and I think I'm playing her much more effectively now.

DM "Nudge"

Whose go even is it? Combat can become chaotic but a quick reminder from the DM about where we are/what the hell is going on is really helpful (and knowing the turn order has a similar effect in helping to plan next moves.)

Everyone says "don't try to be Matt Mercer/Brennan Lee Mulligan etc" which is 100% right. But one thing I LOVE that I've seen Mercer do a lot is this little nudge.

"Barbarian, you're up (Rogue, you'll be next). Barbarian, you're surrounded by wargs and Cleric is unconscious: what do you do?"

It's clear, it's concise, it's a reminder of the character's specific perspective as opposed to the overwhelm of the entire battlefield. I try to do this when I DM (which is only very rarely).

Visual Aids

Mostly, we play remotely on Roll20 or Forge. Occasionally, we've used Owlbear Rodeo projected onto a wall for IRL games.

Life-changing.

I had NO IDEA how much I was struggling with theatre-of-the-mind combat until there was another option (apparently, aphantasia is a thing and "the mind's eye" is not a metaphor. Who knew???)

YES to being able to actually see where everything is!

There are probably a million other things (and I may add to the post as I think of stuff) but these are the ones that come to mind.

Ultimately, it's pretty much all about the good vibes and the friendly support of the rest of the group... with a couple of very minor adjustments where those might be useful.

I'm wondering what helps other players?

#dungeons & dragons #dnd #accessibility #neurodivergence #adhd things

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marzipan-memories · 2 months

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Alrighty~, in a way this post feels slightly overdue, but-- seeing as i have plans for a few of the blogs listed over on my blog roll, i thought it might be fitting to post a status page of sorts-- at least until i'm able to update some things over on the sorting blog for them. And with that said, please check below the cut for the blog list and their status~♡

{𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆}

@take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar

{𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆}

@rain-filled-garden

{𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚}

@virtualized-vocalists

@marionnettiste-de-la-mort -⋄- Muse has been partly rehomed to rain-filled-garden, and as such the fate of this blog is currently undecided

{𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔}

@muddled-ambiguum -⋄- Currently awaiting the translation/publication of more source material, so as to gain a better understanding of the muse before i endeavor to actually write them

@burlesque-grin -⋄- Blog is currently in the midst of a revamp, with plans to resume at least low amounts of activity once said revamp is complete~

@tenrai-no-ame -⋄- Muse levels are currently below the basement-- however, if i reread the series sometime soon and can boost muse, then hopefully low levels of activity might resume--

@eques-vitreum -⋄- I currently have no muse to write here, but-- given my love for the series, i'd like to perhaps pick up at least a little activity here again at some point

@blank-among-fairytales -⋄- I also currently has no muse to write here, along with low interest in the fandom-- however, given that i do still rather enjoy the muse i've made here-- then i may attempt a slight return someday

{𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔}

lykofxs -⋄- Major wip as i still need to brainstorm ideas for my portrayal here, however, which although it's proving to be slow work-- i have no plans to abandon the prospect~

fumei-no-yasoku -⋄- Major wip, however seeing i'm currently revisiting the series-- i have hopes to brainstorm portrayal ideas, and finish constructing the blog at somewhat soon~

saihate-no-l -⋄- Semi-major wip, information is somewhat compete-- but i need to revisit source materials before i can refresh on my portrayal and interpretation ideas before i can resume construction work

re-miau-kable -⋄- Same situation as the blog above, although the information is in need of a share more work-- seeing as i've got less of it completed

{𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓}

These blogs have largely all been lost to the ether, thanks to my (not so great) past management of log in info-- and my plans of what to do with them, are shall be detailed below

kumori-no-hakuchuumu -⋄- May attempt future recovery and update of the email address/other log in, and if that fails, i may just remake the blog from scratch-- or i may just skip straight to the latter, if i deem it easier

@hushed-court -⋄- May attempt future recovery and update of the email address/other log in-- but more than likely, i'll just remake the blog as a side blog connected to burlesque-grin

@quietly-blooming -⋄- Side blog which was connected to another blog listed here-- i have little plans to remake it, however, unless a revisit to source material sparks the urge

@utautai-no-neko -⋄- I think i'd like to remake this blog someday, assuming i can't recall/recover the email used for it-- although that idea will be saved for a time after i'm able to fresh on the source material

@graceful-days -⋄- I plan to remake this blog, assuming i'm unable to recover the email, once i've made a revisit to the source material (and played new parts of it i've yet to see)

lunar-zenith -⋄- A work in progress that was halted thanks to email loss, I plan to remake this blog, once i've made a revisit to the source material (and played new parts of it i've yet to see)

wanderer-of-fates -⋄- Same story and plan of action as the above~

enigmatic-ailurophilist -⋄- Same story and plan of action as the above~

@nox-occupat-corvo -⋄- I have little plan to try and recover or remake this blog, which may possibly change in the future-- but for now, i haven't the desire to try and pick this muse up again

@social-null -⋄- Mainly the same story as above, although my desire to try and pick this muse up again may be even lower--

#♡{Admin Post}♡#i've also got a few extra plans to make at least one more new blog-- at least new as in it's not just a remake XD #but once i do that-- then i think i'll be done with full on new blog additions-- at least for a little while lol

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Since Nadia kicked Arman out of the club now, do you think he'll take Thony up on her offer to stay at the clinic? Perhaps the writers won't address the issue again but it seemed like they made a big point of her kicking him out both times (maybe just to underscore the change in the status of their relationship?) Kind of surprised that Arman seemed like he still wanted to save his marriage through most of the ep. Love his character and liked the episode but really Arman?! He still seems confused, lol. I hope the writers don't try to backpedal on the marriage again. Time to move on. I would love to see Arman and Nadia have competing clubs next season! What did you think of the ep?

hello anon! in general i quite liked the episode! aside from arman’s absence for half of it 😤

personally i don’t think he’ll stay at the clinic, though it’d be interesting if he did. i think that bit of dialogue was just to show that thony’s caught onto his marriage issues?

more to the meat: i’ve read a lot of people being frustrated with arman trying to save his marriage and while i totally understand why, i feel the need to defend him a bit lmao. incoming long post about arman/armony under the cut:

k to preface, this is all just my interpretation and me trying to make sense of the show so far, because like i’ve said before i don’t think the writing has been super clear either way. it could all change by next episode and i could change my mind and this could all be moot lmao. and it’s probably worth noting that a lot of these thoughts are mostly based on how the characters have been written this season only (because if i try to contextualize too much from last season we’ll just get into the same consistency issues we’ve already talked about lol)

ok first of all, while i totally get that it would be the most straightforward if characters made split decisions and stuck to them and moved forward and never looked back, i just don’t think humans work this way, and certainly not the characters in TCL lol. they’re all a mess in their own ways, and arman is no different. i don’t think that makes him a frustrating character, just a human one

my understanding of arman this season is that he’s more or less lost control of everything in his life that he knows. aside from the money issues, here’s a brief list of things that he’s lost this season: his place as hayak’s second, his business acumen (being forced out of the gun business and that’s all he’s known), his ability to run the club, his dignity while working for kamdar who’s intent on humiliating him, and now his home and marriage. when your seemingly stable life is unceremoniously thrown into chaos, i think it’s human nature to want to cling onto the familiar and cling onto what was your normalcy, and that’s what i see arman doing. he’s trying to salvage the clientele at the club, he’s trying to escape kamdar and buy the club, he’s trying to save his marriage so he can get back that stability again and piece back together the life that he had before

while it would make things so much easier for us shippers if arman just up and fell out of love with nadia, again i don’t think that’s generally how humans operate. melissa carter has said that she sees arman as being in love with the two women; obviously i don’t think he means to string anyone along, but i think they represent different parts of him: nadia in part represents his old life and the life that made him who he is. they had a life together that worked, they were a formidable business team, their goals were compatible. and like i said, putting back together his old life has basically been arman’s main focus this season. not being able to save his marriage (or at least save nadia from kamdar) would also be admitting that there’s a part of his old life that is lost forever. and while that may be true anyway, i think actually coming to terms with that and accepting the end of something you once loved and valued is easier said than done. he also doesn’t want to hurt her and wants to do the ‘right thing’. there was a really good meta piece written a few weeks ago that explained how blaming kamdar and thony for their failing marriage has been convenient for both arman and nadia instead of facing the core issues in their relationship. i’m not 100% convinced that the writers are leaning into this as much as the triangle/quad, but personally i think it makes a lot of sense. the relationship has its own issues, and i think a key piece is the introduction of thony in arman’s life

meeting thony has shifted his values and changed him from the man nadia married, so much so that even if arman did manage to retain everything from his old life, i’m not convinced that he would be truly happy anymore. i think thony has fundamentally changed arman (like he has changed her). it’s not necessarily that he consciously wants to be with thony yet, but i think the way that she challenges him on his decision-making and has this unfailing belief that he is a good person has awoken a subconscious need in arman to be good. being recognized as a good man is something he actually craves, and imo this is a large part of why he’s so unwilling to cut ties with thony. nadia doesn’t care if he is good or bad; thony does, and the reality is that arman does too. nadia has often mocked arman about having a complex to be thony’s hero; to me this clearly demonstrates a fundamental misalignment of their values and a core cause of the dissolution of their relationship. nadia literally cannot comprehend why it’s important to arman to do good things (helping luca, not immediately willing to sell opioids, etc), especially when they inconvenience their business goals, so she reasons it as infidelity and the silly need to be a hero. but to arman, it’s so much more than that: thanks to meeting thony, i think he’s growing more and more fed up with committing crimes just for the sake of climbing up the next rung on the ladder. the more thony challenges him, the more he craves the reassurance, the need to prove to her and to himself, that his soul isn’t completely rotten so he can live with himself at the end of the day

but i don’t think that arman is really aware or has fully recognized this, especially not this season when he’s been so solely focused on getting his old life back. and let’s not forget, thony has been actively trying to help him get his life back. it’s not like she consciously wants to be with him either. thony herself is too morally righteous and prideful to willingly be the reason why someone else’s marriage fails. in many ways thony and arman just want to help each other without anything in return. there’s a real beauty in this!

moreover i think arman and thony represent to each other some element of unknown that can be exciting but also cause for trepidation. i think they have a love for each other but at this point are they in love? i don’t think either of them would say so. like i said, in its current state, the nature of their relationship is very confusing and hard to define for them both — the physical attraction and emotional connection is clearly there, but they have such different lives and backgrounds that in many ways it doesn’t make sense for them to get on as well as they do. there are so many unknowns and enough excuses why they should be incompatible that i think it’s fair for both to question whether or not a romantic relationship would even make sense or be sustainable. even though this season has shown the boundaries of their personal lives blurring a little bit, it seems they’re both still trying to maintain some distance there. this was evident in their argument in ep5 where they talked about the motel guy threatening her family and kamdar threatening his — their families are still considered separate entities; they still see their lives as separate entities. does it really make sense for thony to invite a criminal into her home life and into luca’s life? does it really make sense for arman to give up on the club and wade into the unknown world of prescription meds? would it all just crash and burn?? maybe, maybe not. but i don’t blame either of them for shying away from it in favour of the lives that they’ve lived and known. and i think this juxtaposition of what should make sense to them vs what actually does is what makes their dynamic so intriguing

i don’t really want to get into the business of predicting what scenes or storylines will come up since every time i do i just end up expecting too much and getting disappointed lol. but if thematically the main development in armony’s relationship from s1 was that they trust each other, i think (hope?) maybe that the main development in s2 will be that they need each other. however it plays out, to whatever degree, romantic or not, i’ll leave up to the powers that be. and i’ll just keep hoping and praying that we get a season 3 so that we continue to see them develop and grow!

and thus ends another unnecessarily long word vomit about fictional tv characters

#the cleaning lady #asks #the armony brain rot is real 🫠🫠

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skylarmoon71 · 10 months

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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 30

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance?” Garcia urges.

“I’m positive, go and enjoy yourself. I’m set.” You lift your beer for emphasis.

“Suit yourself!” She’s on the dance floor with most of the team. You’re content just watching from afar. This is a great way to spend your Saturday night. One of the few that you aren’t chasing an unsub. Or dodging bullets. Running through a forest. Tracking up a flight of stairs. The list goes on. Hotch rounds the corner, taking a seat next to you. He has a drink of his own.

“Not much of a dancer?” It takes you a second, because you need to collect yourself so you don't react to those words that mirrored what you’d experienced in the past. You school your features as quickly as you can muster.

“Not really sir. I think I enjoy being off my feet for once. “

“Understandable.”

He takes a swig of his beer. You can’t stop your eyes from lingering on him. You really wish you could stop yourself from stealing longing glances. You can still remember a bit of what his lips felt like. But you wonder how long until you can’t imagine it anymore. Where it becomes nothing but a distant memory.

“I think I'll call it a night.” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Already?”

“Yeah. Jet Lag is kicking in. I feel as though it’s only a matter of time before my body crashes. I’d rather not be in a smelly bar when it happens. “ A small smile inches on his face.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, it's fine. I’m good to drive home. “ Standing, you pull out your car keys.

“Someone should keep an eye on Garcia.” He gets why you say that when he sees the woman practically grinding on SSA Derek Morgan. Not that he’s surprised.

“Have a good night Ms. Black.”

“You too sir.”

With a little wave, you take off. You manage to keep a smile all the way until you make it outside. The cold air hits you, and your fingers grip the metal of your car keys.

It’s barely audible, the little sound you make. But the closer you get to your car, the quicker that tightness in your throat gathers. You don’t even get inside. You press your hand to the glass, and the tears come rushing down.

“My brain hurts.” Garcia groans.

Sitting at the round table, you laugh. You and Hotch seem to be the only ones who aren’t displaying hangover vibes. Rossi is doing his best to mask his.It’s a given that they're all in a bit of a haze. It’s not like they expected to work. You’d been given the time off. Only to be called in early the next morning.

“We’ll be leaving in twenty, get your sleep on the ride there. “

Hotch packs up the files and everyone follows as he stands to get ready.

Although you weren’t as hung over as everyone, you were still going through the motions. You didn’t for one second regret the decision you made. You just wish it had been easier. Possibly a way to get rid of your memories. You anticipated working with the team like nothing changed, yet you didn’t think it would be this hard.

Everyday that you saw Hotch, it was like a knife to your heart. For a while now you’ve been considering your alternative.

Leaving the BAU.

It was a selfish move. You’d just joined a few months ago, and they were still getting used to you. The second you were gone they would have to find a replacement. They’d already been through a lot of change. You knew it wasn’t fair to leave them with someone who may actually be bent to Strauss’s will.

Yet how were you supposed to keep looking at Hotch and masking your feelings? Sooner or later you would slip, which would be far worse than a transfer.

Why couldn’t this be easier?

#aaron hotchner #hurt #family #bau #profilers #loss #care #Penelope Garcia #team #humor #david rossi #spencer reid #morgan #leave #powers #fluff

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MCYT as D&D Characters 4 - Grian

Hello! In case you don’t know what this is, this is me making various MCYTs into playable D&D characters. Today's lucky person will be Grian! The grain man. Bread boy. Before we begin, here are the ground rules:

This will not be balanced and the builds may not be very good. This isn’t for the minmaxers (not that there's anything wrong with that), this is purely based on either stories these people have participated in or their overall persona on the internet

These characters will go up to level 20, but in no way do you have to play them to the max level to get all the mechanics that make up the character

There will be no homebrew in this build.

I will be using standard array for all of these characters (15, 14, 13, 12, 10, 8) when determining the stats for these characters for my own ease of use.

Character Traits to Emulate:

Ultimate prankster

Pesky bird man

Resistance leader/freedom fighter

Watchers?

Race, Class, Background and Stats

Race: Owlin ( I debated a lot, but ended up deciding this was the best fit. These bird-like beings have some pretty useful abilities, and being from the Feywild tend to have that trickster, chaotic personality we all know and love from Grian).

Ability Score Increase: +2 to one stat, +1 to another. Let’s go for +2 to Dexterity, +1 to Charisma.

Darkvision: You can see in the dark! Nifty.

Flight: You have a fly speed equal to your walking speed. Perfect for some Pesky Bird activities.

Silent Feathers: You have proficiency in the Stealth skill.

Background: Charlatan (There isn’t a perfect background, but I just think the skills provided by Charlatan plus the tools work best for Grian)

Proficiencies: Deception, Sleight of Hand, Disguise Kit, Forgery Kit

Class: Rogue 17 Warlock 3 (I think this one is pretty obvious, especially when it comes to subclass. I mean, rogues are just primed for complete chaos! Plus, warlocks and their patrons can have a similar vibe to the watchers and the players they watch.)

Stats

Strength - 12

Dexterity - 15 +2 = 17

Constitution - 10

Intelligence - 13

Wisdom - 8

Charisma - 14 +1 = 15

Now for once, I feel like I might actually have to explain the stat distribution, particularly with Strength, Wisdom and Intelligence. Intelligence is important for his subclass, so it was important that I keep it above average (even if Grian can be a silly little guy at times). Now the real thing is why I made Wisdom an 8 instead of Strength, and hear me out. Grian is the definition of high intelligence, low wisdom. What do I mean by that?

Well, high intelligence, low wisdom characters would see a swarm of rats and cast fireball on them, not taking into account that they are in a very flammable forest. They seek direct, smart ways of solving problems but aren’t always aware of their surroundings or all the consequences. Sound familiar?

Level 1: Rogue

Expertise - Rogues get a metric ton of proficiencies if you start with them (four out of a list of 11 very useful skills), so being able to double your proficiency bonus for TWO of them is incredible.

Sneak Attack - If you have advantage on an attack (usually from being hidden) or if you have an ally within 5ft of an enemy, you can add extra damage. This can get downright nasty at higher levels, especially if you factor in crits. This can only be done once per turn, but still. It can get insane.

Thieves Cant - This is just a coded way of speaking, and while I’m sure there’s some points where Grian speaks in code, it’s just funny for people to think that Grian’s speaking in thieves cant because they just don’t understand what he’s going on about.

Level 2: Rogue

Cunning Action - You can Dash, Disengage or Hide as a bonus action. It just makes it easier to get sneak attack damage.

Level 3: Rogue

Subclass time! Subclass time! Say it with me now, we all know it, we all love it, of course Grian’s subclass is going to be….

Arcane Trickster! It’s all in the name, I don’t even need to explain why he is that, but to summarize, you can use magic to cast illusions and be sneaky little guys. Just like a certain bird lad. You get access to a couple of nifty things right away as well, like…

Spellcasting! You can cast spells. You choose from the Wizard spell list and use Intelligence as your spellcasting modifier.

Mage Hand - You get an improved version of the mage hand cantrip. It’s invisible and you can use a cunning action to control it.

Level 4: Rogue

Ability Score Improvement. You get these every few levels and can either choose to improve your stats (either +1 to two or +2 to one) or take a feat. We’ll be taking the Mobile feat this time. You get a +10ft to movement, can move through difficult terrain easily and don’t provoke opportunity attacks. Grian’s a mobile little lad and also, frees up your bonus action so you don’t have to disengage ever again.

Level 5: Rogue

Uncanny Dodge - If you see an attack, you can half the attack’s damage. There are several points where Grian absolutely should’ve died, especially within the life series, this just feels fitting.

Level 6: Warlock

Now we’re jumping over to Warlock! And you get to choose your subclass immediately.

We’re going with Great Old One, it’s the most Watcher-y, although none of the patron options are very good for the Watchers

Awakened Mind - You can speak telepathically to creatures within 30ft of you. This isn’t the most relevant, but it is kinda fun to think about with the whisper feature on the life series server.

Spellcasting! Your spellcasting ability for warlocks is Charisma, not Intelligence, and you have far fewer spell slots but the fun bit about warlocks is that they get their spell slots after a short rest and you always cast at the highest level you can. Plus, many, many cantrips

Level 7: Warlock

Eldritch Invocations - You can get some cool magic abilities, like being able to see perfectly in the dark, extend the reach of your eldritch blasts and many other fun things.

Level 8: Warlock

Pact Boon - You get something from your patron! I’d go for Pact of the Chain, since you can get a familiar. Along with being extremely useful (being able to see through their eyes, casting spells through them, etc), especially for rogues and acting as scouts, you can get a pesky bird for this pesky bird.

ASI time! We’re going to be adding a +2 to Dexterity, bringing it up to 19

Level 9: Rogue

Expertise - You get to choose two more proficiencies to have expertise in!

Level 10: Rogue

Evasion - You can half damage on area of effect spells or basically any effect that makes you roll a Dexterity saving throw

Level 11: Rogue

Nothing really here, just more spells known

Level 12: Rogue

Magical Ambush - If you’re hidden when you cast a spell and it has a saving throw, the creature has disadvantage on it.

It’s that time again, it’s ASI time! We’re going to be adding +1 to our Dex and +1 to our Intelligence.

Level 13: Rogue

More spell slots! Nothing else, though

Level 14: Rogue

Reliable Talent - Whenever you roll a skill check that you’re proficiency, anything under a 9, you treat as a 10, even natural 1s.

Level 15: Rogue

More cantrips!

Level 16: Rogue

Versatile Trickster - You can distract a creature with a mage hand and give yourself advantage.

ASI! We’re going to be improving our stats again, giving a +1 to Dex and a +1 to Intelligence

Level 17: Rogue

Blindsense - If you can hear, you can sense any invisible or hidden creatures within 10ft of you. Grian tends to be a bit more perceptive than people give him credit for, he susses out when people are hiding and stuff.

Level 18: Rogue

Slippery Mind - You have proficiency in Wisdom saving throws. These are usually against charm effects or spells trying to take control over creatures, so it seems fitting for Grian, despite his low Wisdom. He’s not one to listen to other people’s orders

Level 19: Rogue

ASI! We’re going for another feat, this time, Shadow Touched. We’re going to take the +1 to Charisma and you get some a spell from the illusion school of magic as well as invisibility. These don’t count against your spells known, too!

Level 20: Rogue

Spell Thief - Whenever a spell is cast that either targets you or hits you with an area of effect, you can reverse the spell and force the caster to make a spell saving throw with its spellcasting modifier. If it fails, you can cast the spell for eight hours using your spell slots. The creature also can’t use that spell for eight hours. You can use this once per long rest and really, what is a more chaotic ability for Grian? It may not be a capstone, but it might as well be.

#mcyt dnd #hermitblr #myct #dnd #honestly the idea of grian being from the feywilde is just #*chefs kiss*#perfection #i love it so much #im debating doing either scar or phil next #phil to get closer to completeing sbi #and scar for that desert duo content #desert duo my beloved #but also sbi my beloved

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frostbite-the-bat · 1 year

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I rambled abt this on Discord to my friends, but, ironically enough, I hate the Discord/Tiktok-ification of everything.

I try to access information on some thing - but uh oh! I am linked to a Discord server to join, or a Tiktok account!

I don't use Tiktok, I am not going near that fucking app - and despite being a very, VERY active Discord user, I do not want to pointlessly join servers anymore! Especially if it's for one piece of info I just need about a game or a project!

And if I ask about this information elsewhere, or look up other people who are asking this question rather, they are often passively aggressively told "It's on the Discord just join it bro"

What if I don't want to? I shouldn't need to join a community intended for chatting just to access some information I may need once! I want websites back! I want custom WIkis back, because most Fandom Wikis on any topics are shitty and or extremely out-dated!!!

I hate this shit so much!!!

(More personal rambles about this below.)

This may be a personal thing, but for certain things I also hate getting my information off Youtube, but... This is a Roblox game fan specific issue for me, I think, and I shouldn't expect more from a community geared towards children, and we all know how many there views are from children.

But for other games, or projects, etc... I feel like we should just bring websites back for those. Hell... Even active blogs or Twitters may do, as long as they have actual, like, logs for longer things like accessible Google Docs with more info. Like, for example, I have gotten back into Club Penguin recently, and I have been playing on a nice private server, since the original game has shut down.

I really would like to meet the mascots - however, none of this info is listed anywhere! I remember there being fan-sites and other things dedicated to mascot trackers! Since this is a fairly small, fan-owned community - it surely wouldn't kill them to add trackers to their own site for the game?? Then again, even their community stuff isn't updated...

And guess what? The only place to access the time mascots may be meet-able in the game, are on a fucking Discord server! And for another game I was introduced to by a friend, which receives frequent updates - because it was first made popular thanks to Tiktok in the first place, a lot of information on it is there (in often, admittedly, hard to bear/annoying formats), and the only other place is a Discord server. Which I am actually a part of, even if I don't chat there, just because I had no other place for info to join. (Especially with the wiki updating very slowly for it.)

The community there does provide a bunch of info and their own stuff - and there is info on the game, though it is sometimes a bit hard to navigate through it. But, info in-game? Not much! But it does fit into the nature of the game, so it makes a bit more sense.

But what is no excuse is fully relying on your fans for info... Youtubers, Discord mods, and a shittily put-together, barely updated Wiki. My god, even on the Discord server there is basically ZERO proper update logs!! And often they just let fans hammer them on for the updates they put out, not to mention the mods there are fans, which are usually fucking teenagers. I know this is about a Roblox game, but it's ridiculous... But I won't ramble on it further, lol.

I do understand Roblox servers are easier to use than Forums, hell - despite joining some forums myself I... Am too scared to talk there. Well, same goes for Discord servers, but I am less-so scared I'll mess something up there. But still... That's for communication... There should be a separate place for information on things. Sure, info can be here, but like, the more fun, not extra necessary stuff, y'know???

I am not sure if I am the only one angry about this, but I am so annoyed I had to get it off my chest.

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Thank you.. i understand all of these points it’s just that stupid feeling isn’t making it easier.. i know next to nothing how louis treats his relations with anyone for that matter not just romantic, but from what I’ve seen and heard in his lyrics “I hope that I'm not asking too much,Just wanna be loved by you” .. i know lyrics are not meant to be literal but i cannot help but see how much in pain(even in silence) he was in.. i’ve seen videos from 1D and how gradually there was a difference in how he was being.. how silent he has gradually become.. larries say that harry was heartbroken that louis was with El, i mean listen to just a little bit of your heart, how broken he was. May be he was, but what for 2 seconds??! I cannot understand how they brush off louis feelings.. how harry has been with so many people and that yacht pics and his moms pics leak how conveniently leaked only his pics with kendall.. how there are so many stories of him hooking up with people.. he was practically with zayn when he made the call but they say where is the proof we cannot hear harry, so what now zayn is lying.. imagine loving someone and they cannot stay faithful for a second.. i recently learnt about the fiji incident.. they refuse listen to his own song of being unfaithful.. i mean how fun.. falling was one of my favourites but when i actually sat down and thought about it, and thought how devastating it could’ve been for louis and i cried a lot..

Funny you said that they are busy and putting on a show isn’t easy.. i was thinking the same when I used to read people inverting harry pink and yellow combination clothes and saying i cannot believe her did that with us, so sneaky.. i was like what are they even on, do they even know what it takes to put on a show no matter how comfortable you are on stage it their job and they wanna put a good show if they wanna have repeat of that opportunity, else they’re good to say bye to their career.. louis wearing anything green or harry wearing anything blue were zoomed in , circled and taken out of context.. what are they supposed to do, not wear them, they’re staple colours..

Don’t mind me saying it one of the main reasons i felt were and you might not consider it about H but for me was, louis removed always you from his set list, sang where to broken hearts go and back to you by changing the lyric.. louis seems to always give a subtle nod to being queer felt so happy for him.. but louis singing ‘i love him’ in a toxic song kind of cemented that..

Sorry you might’ve received so many different versions of different asks but thanks for still being patient and responding so thoughtfully..

I really really really hope louis is thriving in his life and at happier place than he ever was, feeling content..

Hi,

You make thoughtful points.

From the way Louis wrote Walls and then the transition to Faith In The Future, I feel that he gained so much confidence after Walls, and he was able to feel joy in performing again.

Part of that was the fandom responding so positively to Walls. Part of it, I feel, was that Walls was an exorcism of sorts. Louis got it out of his system— he needed to do that.

The fact that Only The Brave was the last song on Walls— short and to the point— was a big deal for me. “It’s a solo song” is meaningful is so many ways.

Throughout the album, Louis describes both a complicated love story as well as his internal struggles with his career after 1D. Only The Brave was Louis telling himself that the church of high romance (naïveté, hope, partnership, trust) might have burned to the ground, but life goes on.

Then in FITF, Louis sings so joyfully about hope: I was lucky once, I can be lucky again. Lucky has always been one of my favorite songs on the album, because hope won. Courage. Persistence. Allowing memory in, not to hurt but to educate. Feeling nostalgic without bitterness. Being able to view the past with detachment, understanding that the world is “Bigger Than Me.” It is a huge step in the process of grief, and Louis has had many valid reasons to grieve.

In doing so, Louis has given his audience a gift to allow us to heal in our own ways too. Empathy and compassion are powerful instruments. Louis has always been about helping others, but giving to others helps us, inside. Copy of a Copy of a Copy is, ultimately, about community— the opposite of going it alone.

I hope you can see that Louis has given us a glimpse into his mind and his heart, and that he really is a positive person after everything, and is thriving. Thanks for the messages!

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This came together a bit easier than I was expecting, but I think it has the spirit of the original conversation while also having Bill and Laura being as familiar as they would be after knowing each other as they do.

“We’re not going to start that. They’re still human beings. Tell the captain that I expect daily reports on the wellbeing of the prisoners, and if there’s any mysterious deaths, the Astral Queen may find herself on her own without the Galactica’s protection,” Laura instructs, and as she does is torn between admiring her nerve for offering up the Galactica for protection without his consent, but he also feels annoyed because of the exact same reason.

“Yes, Madame President,” Billy responds, and Bill is shocked to hear someone call Laura that for the first time, though it also seems right, before getting up and leaving.

“EJ, can you give your dad and I a minute?” Laura requests as even after everything that has happened, she still wants to keep her daughter from seeing her and Bill fight.

“Sure,” EJ says to her mother, recognizing what she is doing and not having it in her to argue against it, not after everything that has happened. “I’ll wait outside,” EJ tells her parents.

“Don’t go far,” Bill tells his daughter, as he knows there are a lot of dangerous things going on at the moment and he wants her safe.

“I won’t,” EJ assures her father as she heads out and because it is clear to her that they want to talk alone she closes the hatch behind her.

“That looks like a nasty cut,” Laura notes, trying to tell if he has gotten stiches, but Bill is currently too far away for her to tell.

“That’s what happens when you fight a machine,” Bill responds, as he walks over to Laura. “Cylon’s look like us now, Laura, right down to the blood,” Bill explains, having no intention of keeping that from Laura, as he sits down across form her.

“Are you sure?” Laura asks, her voice shocked, realising that that means things are about to get so much worse.

“Positive,” Bill responds. “They could be anyone,” Bill tells her.

“Well, that’s horrifying,” Laura comments, knowing that it is going to be a huge problem, and she just adds it to the list, and she leans back on her chair. “Are you planning to sage a military coup?” Laura asks.

“What?” Bill asks shocked.

“Do you plan to declare martial law? Take over the government?” Laura asks, leaning forward once again.

“You know me better than that, Laura,” Bill tells her, as he has always made it clear how he feels about marital law, something which he would think Laura should know.

“I thought I did,” Laura admits, and Bill realises that his earlier words hurt her more than he realised, and he isn’t sure if he can make that right.

“I’m President of the colonies now Bill, which makes it my responsibility to look at the bigger picture, and the bigger picture is that there are fifty thousand civilian refuges out there who don’t stand a chance without you and your ship to protect them,” Laura tells Bill.

“You will if you stay here at Ragnar,” Bill tells Laura, thinking that is for the best. “You and the fleet can stay here where it’s safe, the storm here effects all Cylon technology, while the Galactica will rejoin the fight, because that’s my mission,” Bill says, knowing that Laura should understand that because his ‘mission’ is always what got between them.

“Your as bad as Saul,” Laura says, rolling her eyes, and Bill recognizes the insult. “I can’t believe I’m the one who has to keep saying this, but the war is over, Bill,” Laura tells him, needing him to comprehend that.

“Actually Laura, it hasn’t begun,” Bill corrects.

“That’s insane,” Laura says, trying to keep her frustration down as twenty-seven years of experience tell her that becoming frustrated won’t get her anywhere.

“Would you rather that we run?” Bill asks, not understanding how Laura could think that’s a good idea.

“Yes, absolutely,” Laura answers, without hesitation. “It’s the only sane option we have,” Laura informs him. “We leave this solar system, and we don’t look back, it’s our only hope,” Laura tells Bill, needing him to understand as while she can lead the fleet if they are going to have a chance at survival then they need Bill and the Galactica.

“And go where?” Bill asks, wondering if she has really though that through.

“I don’t know,” Laura admits. “Another star system, another planet, somewhere where the Cylon’s won’t find us,” Laura says to Bill.

“If you really want to run then you can, but this ship will stand, and we will fight,” Bill says, even though he doesn’t want to say goodbye to Laura and EJ again, and Laura continues to try to push her frustration down.

“That’s a mistake,” Laura tells Bill. “Bill, I need you to really listen to me, the human race is about to be wiped out,” Laura tells him “We have fifty thousand people and that’s it,” Laura reminds him. “Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of her, and people need to start having babies,” Laura tells Bill, needing him to understand exactly what is at stake.

“Excuse me,” Bill says before getting up and heading out of the room, Laura’s words having more effect on him than he’d like to admit, and after watching him go Laura takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes, feeling a headache coming alone.

“I’m going to guess that didn’t go well,” EJ’s voice says, and Larua opens her eyes to see that her daughter has walked back into the room.

“Honestly it went about as well as I was expecting,” Laura says, knowing that the best she can hope for is that Bill thinks about what she said and realises that running is their only option.

“Dad wants to fight, doesn’t he?” EJ asks, as from the whispers she has heard, and what her uncle said earlier, that’s what she assumes is the case.

“He does,” Laura confirms.

“Do you think that is a fight that could possibly be won?” EJ asks her mother, and for a few moments Laura debates how to answer that, as she doesn’t want to lie to her daughter, but she also doesn’t want the truth to traumatise her.

“No, I don’t,” Laura admits, deciding that answering the question honestly is for the best.

“Then I really hope Dad listens to you,” EJ admits, knowing that she doesn’t want to lose her father now that she just got him back, nor does she want to lose Lee who would also be in danger if their father decides to keep fighting.

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