#march needs to learn about stranger danger
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“Teach me to dance”
a/n : this is pretty much just that dancing scene from Enola Holmes II but it’s you and Heizou. the ending may be a tad rushed.
notes/warnings : Enola Holmes au, fluff? subtle(?) fluff, no physical description of reader but they’re implied to be dancing the feminine part, [Name] instead of Y/N, mutual pining, dancing, no confession, just. Tension?(????) I think?? enjoy reading!
word count : 1440
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“I need you to teach me to dance.”
“Teach you to dance? Wha- When?”
“Teach me to dance now.” You confirmed.
“Wh… You know I’ve been able to dance since I was little, right?” He was physically taken aback at your blunt request - no, order. You offered a very forced, sweet smile in return.
“Good! I was worried you’d be a terrible teacher.” You march towards him assertively before he stops you by your shoulders.
“[Name], what are you doing here?” He sighs. You knew it wouldn’t be this easy. For what you and him have been through with your first ever case, you got to know him better than anyone. Probably more than his family, even. He tended to prefer his solitude at home as well, didn’t he?
A crucial thing you learned from him was that he was quite stubborn, and always questioned your ideas.
•••
“You need to get off this boat, now.” You tell him firmly.
“What?”
“There is a group of men searching for you at this very second. They’re trying to get you off this vessel.” You recall the well-dressed Fatui officers who didn’t seem the least bit interested in their destination or keeping to their own cabin as you walked towards your own. He seems unfazed by your revelation.
“Huh. Seems like my intuition was right after all.” He chuckles to himself. You feel your frustration flaring up at the urgency of the situation, an imminent danger looming over his head, both of your heads. And here he was, acting nonchalant about it. Your brows furrow.
“Well, my intuition is telling me that you will be hurt, or dead if you stay here any longer. You’re coming with me, Mr. Shikanoin.” You grab a hold of his arm and try to lead him out of the cabin, but he stands his ground and pries himself from your grasp. He narrows his eyes at the mention of his name.
“I’m not going anywhere, stranger. Whether you think I am in danger, or not.” He crossed his arms. You give up. You don’t have the time to deal with someone like him, and if you stay any longer, you’d have matching headstones with him.
“Have it your way then.”
•••
Memories of his bruised and tired self amidst a fight that you had interrupted flash in your mind. The waters below rapidly nearing you next.
The waves tenderly nudging your tired body ashore third.
And the moment you reluctantly part from each other the first time.
You realize you can confide in him what you are doing.
“I’m looking for a murderer.
…
And it is crucial for me to investigate here.”
“With a dance?” He stifles his laughter.
“Please, Heizou.”
He looks off to the side for a moment of mild apprehension. You are almost certain he is going to refuse, when-
“Hold your back straight.” He says. You straighten your back as if a string were pulling you from your spine to the sky. He adjusts his stance in front of you.
“Now I’ll place my hand here,” he holds his left hand out for you, and you follow him, putting your hand on his delicately.
“and here.” He moves his other hand from your shoulder to your waist.
You try to stand as still as humanly possible.
“Hold your arm out.” He instructs, guiding your free arm out to the side elegantly.
“Good.” He smiles gently, putting his hand back on your waist in preparation.
“Now, I will lead, and you will follow.”
“That seems like a poor idea.”
He ignores your comment.
“Face over my shoulder.” You lift your chin up towards his right shoulder. He takes a deep breath before continuing.
“And now…one, two, three.” His steps guide your own in a tight rhythmic pattern across the tile floor.
“One, two, three.” He murmurs repeatedly, your steps synchronizing with his own and his voice. He pauses his counting.
“Good.” He says. He starts leading you around the room with the same steps, drawing circles around the room and spinning around each other occasionally, like gears.
“You’ve…changed a bit since we last spoke.” He thinks aloud.
…two, three, one, two, three.
“But you’ve been all over, haven’t you?”
One, two, three.
“I’ve noticed you, everywhere. Why have you been following me?”
He had a hunch what the correct answer was, but chose not to press you further.
The steps were now flowing freely without thought, so you push your focus on your dance to the back of your mind to respond.
“Ive just been keeping an eye on you, in case you get yourself into any more trouble. Such as, nearly getting thrown overboard-“
“[Name]-”
“-you cannot be trusted to take care of yourself.” You conclude defensively. Your dance stops and breaks apart.
“I’m much stronger now, you know.” He says. You lightly scoff at him.
“And yet you’re still as stubborn as usual.” You turn to walk away, but he maintains a hold of your hand to pull you back towards him.
“And the trouble I find myself in is much easier to handle now.” He states, his eyes looking firmly at your own. He then slowly blinks, relaxing, and he takes a hold of your waist again.
“Now come on.” He began leading you into the dance once more.
“One, two, three,”
One, two, three.
“One, two, thr- Look into my eyes.” He interjects. You look up at him carefully.
“The rhythm is always there.”
‘One, two, three.’
“I never understood why dancing was required for me.” He says, while you spin around together.
“The idea that I was expected to dance with anyone should the opportunity present itself.” He sways you around beside him.
“But, I guess you’re not just anyone.” He admits, and you feel like cupid has shot an arrow at your heart. He turns you around, making it so your arms were crossed in front of you.
He then lets go of your hands to twirl himself.
“Feel it?” He asks. You feel as if you’re in a trance, and you’re hyper aware of the still quiet flowing through the room, save for your dancing and voices.
“I can.” You nod. No witty comeback, no jabs at his chest. The two of you fall back into motion with each other, turning and stepping around the room. You let yourself lean a bit closer to him and move your left hand onto his left shoulder for support before moving back to twirl. Then back in again. Heizou smiles,
“Good…”
The air around you feels tense, but your body still feels as loose as ever while you dance with him.
“You dance well.” He compliments you.
“Perhaps I have a good teacher.
I must admit, a bit better than I expected.” He laughs lightly at your response. Silence falls over you two again.
Step back, twirl, back in. Keep going.
Your eyes, like they’re glued to his, keep looking back at them. Those olive eyes entrance you as you keep twirling away, only to come back once again. Your every action is in synch with his; you know the dance by heart. No, not your heart. It’s preoccupied at the moment with something else.
He is looking at you carefully. This cautiousness then shifts to a subtle tenderness, and you suddenly feel like you’re melting. Was it from his warm hands? But you didn’t have time to ponder the thought for long.
Vigorous knocking on the door awakens the two of you from your trance. You both freeze and stare at each other for a moment, then scurry to grab your belongings. You look over to him to see if he’s alright, and see him do a strange gesture towards you with a stray fan on the vanity.
“What did that mean? T-The fan motion.” You’re suddenly very nervous and want to leave as soon as possible. He grins.
“You’ll learn.”
You rush to leave the room as you try to think of a cover story for the lineup you are absolutely sure is outside. You open the door and dust yourself off in front of the people.
“Excuse the wait, but my good friend here had a ripped seam on his attire.” The people in line give you strange looks, which follow you and Heizou out of the hallway. As you walk down the stairs towards the dance floor, you try to shake the scene that had just occurred from your mind. Well, except for what he taught you. You refocus your mind on your investigation, and pay close attention to the people around the room.
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a/n: after writing this I realized that it would really fit Kazuha, since he’s from a noble family yet still connected with nature, much like Tewksbury in the films. But the detective themes held me on to writing Heizou instead lol.
Lmk if you want me to make a Kazuha version too
#heizou x reader#heizou x you#shikanoin heizou x reader#heizou fluff#anemo x reader#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin x you#anemo
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Timing: March 29th
Location: Somewhere in the Midwest, USA
Warnings: N/A!
Summary: Teddy heads out to find themself.
There was a comfort to it. The old thrum of tires on pavement. Melodically marching on unknown markers. Making their way to the opposite coast and then straight upwards towards their first destination. Port Orchard, Washington. Teddy didn’t quite know what to expect. A fantastic memory was not ever something anyone would accuse them of having. Let alone a half nostalgic idea twisted and tarnished by a lifetime between then and now.
What was left was flashes. Still pictures. Visions in post production technicolor, illuminated by the stories told by the old sea serpent itself. Truthfully the only organic memories were the little things that captured their childish gaze. A dusty floor with curls of old wood, papers brushed off to the side, chalk lines that a dizzy toddler traced with sleepy eyes. The briny smell of the endless ocean. So welcoming and yet so entirely unlike anything Teddy had experienced before, and certainly never again. Perhaps the closest were the remnants of water left by Leviathan’s final ritual in the basement of the Jones household. Fitting that Teddy’s life as a demon, their life with the great beast, would be bookended by that old ephemeral smell.
A roadsign split their attention, an advertisement for a small strip of stores, diners, and a gas station. About as fortuitous as anything, considering how little focus Teddy had given the fuel meter, which was hungrily glowing in hopes of catching their eye. The exit was taken, the car filled up and parked. A good time for a stretch as any. Teddy yawned, unsure exactly how long they’d been on the road so far. The ritual for extending a fuel source was one of the first they learned as a demon, and one of the first again they re-taught themself after their magic had changed. Easy enough of a trick, one that actually extended the life of the car as well. Probably why the old Volkswagen was still kicking despite Teddy barely knowing how to take care of it.
They patted along the old hood, thanking the machine for taking them where they needed. A habit they’d picked up somewhere on the road with Levi. A half remembered face had said that everything had a soul, that you had to treat the things that care for you well, or else they’d turn on you in the end. Teddy took it a bit too much to heart. Too literally. Treating every little thing like it was a person. And like people, there were some they liked more than others. Those got spoiled, treated like royalty. The Bug™ high above most else.
The soft fond smile still hadn’t left their lips by the time they got inside the bar. (Honestly a dangerous thing as a roadside attraction, they mused. But Teddy wasn’t here to have a bunch of drinks, just to get a breath of fresh air and maybe a top up for the cramps in their legs. If just a simple touch could get rid of them, well, who would be the wiser?)
It wasn’t like the bar went silent when they walked in, but it was pretty clear that this far out midwest the locals weren’t exactly used to seeing someone… like Teddy. Fashion, nor blending in weren't on their mind when they picked out a comfortable shirt to wear that morning. To them, comfortable was some loose bright Hawaiian style shirt, pinned open with some beetle shaped accessories to show a tank top with some strangely specific saying that was utterly irrelevant to the wearer. Teddy thought it was funny, the patrons… not as much. The few who had turned to look gave their disapproving stares, but most went back to whatever it was they were doing before, and Ted found a spot at the crowded bar to order something to eat. Crowded enough that no one seemed to notice that their skin came into contact with the newcomer.
Their elbow brushed the man next to them, and thankfully some of the pressure welling up in their joints began to ease away, all while the stranger shifted uncomfortably. Probably thinking the stool was cramping them up rather than any supernatural means. Because that stuff didn't exist, right?
Teddy ordered a burger and some curly fries, then happily sipped on their soda until the meal came in. By that point, the man next to them had paid his tab and left, swearing about his knees and shoulders and how this bar needed some new chairs. A bit of amusement crossed over the caster’s lips. Right up until someone else took his spot.
“That’s a neat little trick.”
“Hmm?” Teddy turned, wiping the sauce from their lip as the new stranger spoke. One of the only others that looked… out of place in this bar. Something about their stare put them on edge. They recognized it. The confidence, the charm, the simple way the stranger carried themself. Hungry. Would have brought a smile to their cheeks before. A challenge. Something else that thought itself an apex predator. Something that thought it could hold up to a Jones. They smiled this time too, but one of a calculated interest rather than competitive zeal. “What trick is that?”
“There was something wrong with your joints before.” The stranger observed, all while Teddy took note of each of their features. Scanning for anything that might give them a hint or a leg up. “Sat down, touched that man, now he leaves complaining up a storm while you grin like an idiot.” Their voice was like velvet. Match with the delicate features on smooth porcelain skin. Wavy black hair fell in tresses, framing the roundness of their cheeks, the darkness of their eyes, and the sharpness of their smile. Carefully, Teddy noted, hiding their teeth.
“Ahh well, Took me a while to perfect that one.” Better to admit, Ted thought. Lying only worked if the other would believe it. Clearly they had a way of seeing, or at least sensing the injury and how it seeped outward. A pretty interesting trick of their own. Could be a lamia or something else that could sense heat as if it were light and color. Or maybe it was about the blood that pooled there, causing the injury to act up and be inflamed in the first place. Hard to tell just yet. Maybe Teddy could get their necklace near them, though touching a shifter with silver was a surefire way of pissing them off.
“A spellcaster then?” The stranger smiled wider, the word jackpot practically scrolling across their eyes. Making Teddy wonder, however briefly, if magic made people taste better. “Good.” An odd declaration. Followed up by something else that caught Teddy off guard, an introduction and a request. “My name is Yaseer. I’ll pay for your meal if you could help me out with something bigger than your knees, caster.”
Well, if there was a simpler way to catch Teddy’s interest, they weren’t aware of it. The word help struck a chord so deep in their chest, they couldn’t ignore it no matter what. Even if it was an extremely dangerous and exceptionally stupid string to follow.
And follow they did.
“So what brings you to a random roadside dive bar, you normally get help from truckers and tired families?” Teddy couldn’t keep the smirk from their face as they shadowed the stranger. The caster loved mysteries. Loved it when the book's cover and its contents were at complete odds. Sure this looked about as dumb of a plan as it probably was, but maybe, just maybe, they could make a new friend.
“Would normally ask the patrons, yes. Can't go to a hospital. Discretion is paramount.”
“Well I can understand that. Never liked doctors myself.”
Some of the greatest friendships Teddy ever had started with seedy interactions with potentially life threatening consequences. Hell, look where they began with Emilio to where they were now.
Well, maybe not… right now.
Following a (possibly vampiric or otherwise monstrous) stranger to a dark alleyway behind the bar where not a single person inside would even blink if Teddy never came back in. In fact, Emilio would probably be shitting himself in rage if he could see what they were doing. Alone, no back up. Hundreds of miles from home, phone still in the car. All because someone said the word help.
Worse, perhaps, was that Yaseer wasn't alone. Maybe this is who he needed help with. The other was propped up, leaning against the wall. Clearly not doing too well. They were breathing heavily, barely able to lift up a hand to acknowledge Yaseer’s return. The man ran up to them, carefully holding them up and whispering something back and forth that Teddy didn't quite catch, probably wasn't meant to.
“This is Annie, she needs your help.” The call was soft. Which only served to rile the guilt Teddy had growing in their stomach. Of course they wanted to help but—
“I don't–” A pause, a struggled glance between both the strangers. Teddy’s brow furrowed, they looked closer, saw the way Annie’s ankle was bent. Fuck. “I–I can't help her.” Honestly they weren't sure what exactly they thought they could help with at all. Maybe it was habit from their demon days. An unchecked confidence of someone who could pull power from the most malleable source imaginable. A solution to any problem. Instead of this. Just an empty aching, and lack of expertise. Useless, useless, useless.
“What do you mean you can't?” A spike of anger befitting the predatory nature the man showed in the bar burst out. Teddy saw Yaseer's eyes flash red, saw a glint of streetlight off a pair of bared fangs.
“I just– I can't do healing magic, that's not–”
“But you did.” He snapped. Something in his rage was familiar. Teddy sank. Thoughts of Emilio and what he'd do to protect them flitting through their mind as they tried to come up with a way to soothe the anger rising in the…vampire? Most likely. Either way, not good.
“It's not the same as magic– I mean it is, but it's– I'm not a healing caster, I don't know what kind–”
“You healed yourself in the bar, what do you mean it's not the same?!” Yaseer stood, one hand protectively on Annie’s back. the other pointing accusatorily over at the caster.
“I can't– I can't heal other people.”
“Can't or won't, you selfish–” Yaseer did not catch the calming vibes. Not at all. He jumped towards Teddy, mouth open, ready for a bite.
“Hey WAIT NO–” Time slowed to a crawl, or maybe that's just how it felt. Barely, just barely, Teddy managed to roll out of the vampire's path. Maybe it was the lessons from Emilio. Knowing how a vamp coiled before striking. Gave them the edge. Still a bit more sluggish than they'd like. Guess the trucker didn't take all their pain. The movement thrust the caster towards the bar’s dumpster. They wobbled, twisted and reached for the first blunt object they could grab. Some kind of broken chair leg. A different kind of instinct drove them to throw it as hard as possible in the direction of their attacker.
“FUCK— SORRY!!” The moment it flew, Teddy realized what a dumb fucking idea it was. The wooden beam slipped and shattered on impact. Unphased and angrier than ever, Yaseer drew closer. “Wait, wait, wait, it's not like that, I promise!” Teddy cried.
“Selfish, and a liar.”
“No it's a curse– it's not– I can't control–” Teddy’s plea was cut short. Teeth crushed into their neck, they couldn't even scream. However, the pain didn't last long. Vampire bites pretty exclusively had to have skin to skin contact. Yaseer realized something was very wrong immediately. His own neck exploded open, all while Teddy's injuries knit shut. The vampire tried to release himself but the caster kept contact until the last dregs of pain seeped through the connection.
“I'm sorry!! I tried to tell you it's–”
“What are you?!” He spat with disgust and rage.
“I DON'T KNOW!”
The next few moments were blank in their memory. But they must have gotten out. Gotten back to their car. Either Yaseer understood and let them go, or Teddy’s distraction was enough for them to escape. They came to, looking in the rear view mirror, already on the tarmac. Worrying about the strangers far more than they should have been. Until newer objectives and older fears worked their way in and picked back up where they left off.
The long road stretched out ahead, leaving Teddy to once again muse on what they remembered, and what they only recalled because of stories solidifying the details. With no one to talk to, no one to confirm or converse with, their mind swirled. Casually mixing in their weary excitement and curiosity. Better to think of that, then what they left behind in that alley. Teddy wondered what they would find. What it would mean for them. What it could mean. Leviathan told Teddy not to chase at the shadows. But they couldn’t just leave well enough alone. Not after Levi left. Not while there were still mysteries to unravel.
Emilio offered, of course. There was no world where he wouldn’t. But Teddy needed to see it for themself, and someone needed to be at home in case the kids came back from Ireland. When the kids came back from Ireland, because there was no way Nora was failing in her task, and no way Wynne was going to let anything bad happen to Nora while she did it. So they went alone.
And maybe that was the biggest difference. Teddy had been on these long road trips before, sure, but Levi, or someone was always there beside them. Leviathan would never have allowed that meeting to go as sideways as it did. Would never have let the others live for their insolence. Emilio might have. If Teddy got the right words in. If they got the slayer to see the similarities. Got him to leave the strangers alone. Hell, maybe if Emilio was there they'd have learned what exactly was wrong. Why the vampire couldn't take the other to a real doctor. Maybe he'd know how to fix her ankle, or at least set it better than it had been.
The absence of the two protectors of their life left them feeling all the more alone. The quest itself was born of a similar sense of loneliness. One that had persisted all throughout their life. The questions that burned in their chest, good or bad, they needed to know. Why had Lydia and Chuck picked Port Orchard? Why had they picked the Leviathan to deal with? Why did they want immortality? Why was it worth more to them than their kid? More than that, Where did they come from? Who else were they leaving behind? Did anyone mourn them?
Did anyone miss Teddy?
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Basic Hygiene Rules at Public Events (for grifters and ex-royals)
Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim checking in, quite astonished and even alarmed observing the constant hugging by the two twits putting on the ritz in front of hundreds of people from all over, many with medical problems. Our dear Puke and Pukess of Suckeths need a refresher course in both physical cleanliness and proper public behavior especially when the flu season is back in action including a new variant of Covid on the rise.
First, I am not a medically trained person but we have all been on a serious learning curve for the past few years about how to not get sick. When we followed those rules to the letter humans were far better off. We kept a polite distance from strangers or those worried about being infected with a cold germ or worse. We wore masks, especially if we were the sick ones so we didn’t give it to everyone we walked by. We used sanitary hand cleansers after shopping, getting gas, touching doors, etc etc etc…Now that we are going back to schools and workplaces guess what? Colds, flu, childhood diseases and bodily bugs are all back. With our nation’s borders totally wide open and very ill people arriving daily, old infectious diseases our society was protected from are being discovered.
What made me crazy was watching JH and the ILBW march up to anyone, move in with arms raised insisting on a big personal hug! I would have freaked out like lots of kids did. Adults acted like deer caught in headlights. How many germs did they spread around for days? As I said earlier, some of these athletes might still be very fragile having gone through difficult medical procedures. The staged group shots for their filming crew, with people sitting shoulder to shoulder, making believe they were in jammed stadium seating, cued to sing, wave flags, cheer on their favorite major league teams was just nuts! Wide angle shots showed they were surrounded by rows and rows of empty seats! “Say, lets breathe down each others throats for the next half hour so we can make a film and get paid tons of money. Oh and you guys…well you get to tell people you were hugged by us and we made believe you were our best friends!” Ha. When back home are those selfies going to be worth it while dealing with the “minor aches and pains of the flu”? Will they reealllly impress your friends or be valuable on eBay?
Here is the first aid list for them to start following: Wash all wigs & extensions whether real hair or synthetic every 6-8 wears so pungent smells, molds and bugs are kept at bay. Don’t fling you hair around in people’s faces. Keep your hands away from your sweaty, germ covered hair especially when around food. Keep your hands away from your mouth and nose. Cover your crotch and feet in public places. Whoever decided that the Suckeths needed to hug absolutely everyone they were introduced to, put a medal on or walked by in the street was sorely perverse. It is impolite, not royal, not decent, not sincere and downright dangerous. Not to mention just plain cringe worthy!
Over and out from a normal Cape Cod. PS the laughs have been great!!!
Greg Post dear Pilgrim! Ewwww, last paragraph…the best…😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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Rich Boy
"We shouldn't do this again." Eddie broaches after fucking Steve on his couch because the pretty little shit had thrown a fit over the admittedly gross looking mattress. Some of the stains he knows but most of them were there long before he started sleeping on it, probably before Wayne got it too. Eddie is pretty sure his own father fished it out of someone's trash pile when Wayne came back from the war and was in need of a lot of things.
"Why not?" Steve asks as he finishes shimmying back into his khakis and is zipping them back up. Eddie eyes them with curiosity, surely there is some sort of science or magic allowing Steve and his big dick and thick ass to fit in those. Some tardis shit perhaps? Bigger on the inside.
Eddie turns away when Steve flops down on the second hand couch, pacing as he tugs at his hair. "Because you’re a baby." He has said as much plenty of times now, not that it has stopped him from debauching Steve again and again.
"I'm seventeen." Steve huffs, twisting on the couch, arms crossed over the arm of it as he gives Eddie his most unimpressed look. He wants to march over there and whip it off. Wants to catch him by the hair and yank as he scolds him for directing that look at him. Give him a taste of his cock to help him learn to hold his tongue.
Eddie shakes his head, turning and walking back in the other direction. "So young, so naïve. I've corrupted you." Eddie waves his hands about as he makes the declaration, nearly knocking a precariously placed book off of the little bookshelf in the corner. It teeters dangerously for a few moments before going still, gravity not winning this time.
Steve snorts. "You're only a year older than me."
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Hi! Happy (very-very late) anniversary!
I want to say that your writings are really amazing, and I appreciate your work a lot. Hopefully once I'm done with uni stuff I'll have time to catch up with your latest works.
If it's possible, I would like to request some university/college life with Hyunjin because he's my dreamed best friend
Have a nice day/evening/night! :)
hi, thanks so much for this request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy what I've written for this, and good luck with university!!
5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!!
REQUESTS CLOSED!!
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Title: Momentary, Everlasting
Pairing: Hyunjin x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 973
Warnings: cursing
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During his first year in university, Hyunjin learns a total of four things.
One: The campus has a lake. A whole fucking lake.
Two: People are forbidden from swimming in the lake.
Three: This does not stop people from swimming in the lake.
Four: If, by the end of your uni years, you have not sat with your friends at the lakeside at least once and talked about everything and nothing for several hours straight, you are a grade A loser. Bonus points if it was nighttime when you met up.
In his first year, Hyunjin goes to the lake a few times, but it’s always superficial - to sketch the water for one of his art classes, to chat for a few minutes with a classmate before they head off to their other classes. It isn’t until his second year that he finds his group, seven friends who drive him insane with how loud they always are but whom he finds he loves anyway, a group that meets up at the lake any day, any time, and talks for hours at night until the sun has begun to rise.
His sleep schedule takes a drastic turn for the worse that year, but though he complains, Hyunjin privately thinks it’ll be worth it.
And as it turns out, it is worth it. Because one evening by the lake, as they all gather to watch the sunset, someone calls out Chan’s name and Chan calls out their name and suddenly he’s waving them over and introducing them to the group, but most importantly, he’s introducing them to -
“Y/N, this is Hyunjin,” Chan says, grinning. “Hyunjin, this Y/N, remember the friend I told you about that I wanted you to meet?”
He does remember. Y/N, music major, violin focused, plays in a trio with Jongho on the cello and Huening Kai on the piano. Chan had thought you two had compatible personalities, that you could be good friends. Hyunjin might be shy but he does trust Chan’s judgement when it comes to people, so he takes your outstretched hand and smiles back at your bright smile and doesn’t cringe at Chan’s offer for you to sit with them for a while.
Chan’s judgement is good. Too good. Because by the end of that first night, despite the fact that Hyunjin considers himself quite reserved when it comes to meeting strangers, he has your number and you have his and you’re still laughing together when it’s time to part.
Meetings by the lake with the others turn to study sessions in the library with those who like to study in quiet - Seungmin, Chan, Minho. Study sessions like these turn into getting coffee before class, just the two of you. Getting coffee turns into getting lunch, getting lunch turns into getting dinner, getting dinner turns into going back to each other’s dorms and talking until the sun rises -
And that turns into a proper date, where you kiss Hyunjin for the first time.
It’s not perfect, of course. For all your compatibility, you still argue, you still fight, and there’s a dangerous point towards the end of third year where you decide you need a break from each other. You spend a month away with only brief contact - a good morning, a good night, a happy birthday when March rolls around accompanied by a small box of his favorite chocolate. And when you meet up to talk again when the month has concluded, you find yourselves together again, stronger than ever before.
Hyunjin treasures every moment with you no matter how fleeting. He draws some of them in his sketchbook, paints a few that deserve special remembrance. Sometimes he gets anxious about it - he wants to preserve every special moment he has with you, which is impossible when every moment with you feel special, but in time, he learns -
Moments may be ephemeral, but the fact that you are here with him is everlasting.
The day after graduation, the night before you all need to move out of the dorms for the final time, you knock on Hyunjin’s door. “Let’s go see the lake,” you suggest, and what can he do but follow?
A nearly full moon shines in the sky when you reach the lakeside, shimmering on the dark water with a playful glimmer as you sit down on the cool grass, hand in hand. You open your mouth as though to say something, but after a moment, you close it and place your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
For a while you just sit there in silence, breathing, seeing, living. Your breaths echo softly in Hyunjin’s ear when he places his head on top of yours, a gentle contrast to the sounds of partying in the distance, and for a moment Hyunjin wishes he had his sketchbook to draw the scene - the moon’s reflection on the lake, an expanse of dark grass and trees, you with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, breathing in tandem.
But moments are ephemeral, and while some can be preserved, others don’t need to be. Hyunjin sinks into the silence, feeling the weight of your comfort spread like a blanket over his shoulders. This is a moment to be cherished, to be lived. It doesn’t need to be drawn, not now.
“This is nice,” he murmurs, looping an arm around your waist.
“Mm.” You let him pull you closer, snuggling into his side. “Kinda wish we could stay like this forever.”
Forever. Hyunjin smiles a little. “Forever’s nice,” he agrees, leaning into your touch when you start rubbing soft circles into his waist. “But I think what we have now is pretty good, too.”
Because even if moments are only ephemeral, Hyunjin knows that the love you share with each other is everlasting.
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Today's Daily Encounter Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Christians: "The Most…" – Part 3
"Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn others, or it will all come back against you. Forgive others, and you will be forgiven."1
So far we have seen the first two areas where the Christian should strive to excel in. We learned about being the most generous, and about being the most understanding/compassionate. Today, we will see how we can be the most forgiving.
Forgiveness means different things to different people. We may think that we must only forgive when asked for forgiveness or if we believe the person deserves forgiveness. Perhaps we have a list of "unforgiveable sins" where we justify ourselves for choosing not to forgive someone who has committed one of the listed offenses. Regardless of what we may have been taught or what we have heard, the Bible is very clear when it comes to forgiving others.
In thinking about forgiveness, the movie The Shack comes to mind. In this movie, a father's young daughter is killed by a serial killer. Seeking revenge on the killer, this father goes to an old cabin where his daughter's dress had been found. He arrives only to find a cold, desolate, and empty cabin. Overcome with frustration and rage, he suddenly encounters a trio of strangers who gradually reveal their identities to him. The three strangers represent God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, whose purpose is to help the father better understand his life as seen from a broader context. This realization helps free him from the inclination of passing judgement on himself as well as those around him. It is from this point that he can continue a slow journey to find healing for himself, as well as forgiveness for both himself and those who have harmed his loved ones. Finally, able to move beyond his grief, his faith is restored, and he returns to his family where he can help them in the healing process as well.
While this movie is not necessarily based on a true story, there are a few things that I am reminded of every time I watch it. First, when grief or pain touches us or our loved ones, it is easy to want revenge. However, the Bible reminds us, "Don't say, 'I will get even for this wrong.' Wait for the Lord to handle the matter."2 As difficult as it is to step back and let God do justice His way, we must trust that He will handle the situation even better than we can. Secondly, I am reminded how God meets us where we are and presents himself to us in ways that we will be more open to receiving Him. Third, I am reminded of God's great love for us as he patiently walks with us through the healing process. Psalm 91:2-4 reminds us, "This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection." Whatever the situation, we can trust God… our place of refuge and safety.
We have opportunities to forgive daily, but it is something we must be very intentional about. Our humanness does not want to forgive, but we can reflect Christ to others in the way we forgive. We must also be very aware of the times when we are the offenders and therefore need to ask forgiveness. I want to be clear about something as well… just because we forgive someone, it does not mean that we need to keep submitting ourselves to abusive relationships, bullying, or any other type of behavior that is harmful to us in any way. By forgiving those who hurt us, we free ourselves to experience what God has in store for us, but this does not mean that we cannot walk away from harmful or dangerous situations. At times this will be a necessary action so that God can deal with the offender how He deems best. May God give us wisdom to know the right course of action in every situation we face, and may we be ready and willing to forgive where needed, just as we were forgiven through the blood of Jesus.
Suggested prayer: Dear God, thank you for the numerous examples you gave of forgiving others throughout your Word. Even when you were being tortured and ultimately crucified, you still prayed "Father forgive them for they know not what they do". I could never deserve or earn your forgiveness, and still you give it so freely. I pray that you would give me the strength and courage to forgive those who hurt me, and may I always be willing to ask forgiveness from those who I have hurt. I want to bring glory to you in all I say and do. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus' name, amen. 1. Luke 6:37 (NLT). 2. Proverbs 20:22 (NLT).
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Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 22 Ep. 14 "Post-Graduate Psychopath"
After serving eight years in juvenile detention, Henry Mesner is released. Rollins and the SVU team are concerned that his behaviour may pose a danger to others.
If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.
In March 2013, Henry Mesner was sentenced to a secure facility. Currently, Henry claims to be rehabilitated, and a psychiatrist confirms that he is working hard in therapy and can now control himself. Henry's parents wish to have him live with them and his new baby brother, but his mother has passed away. Henry has learned that his actions have consequences and that other people have feelings. The judge will make a decision before the holidays.
An unconscious woman was found naked, bound, and gagged, causing distress to her roommate. Kat is also disturbed by the sight of blood.
Rollins is distracted on the phone, and Jesse wanders off. Later, Jesse returns with a stuffed animal named Snowball, given to her by a kind stranger. During the interview with Libby, Rollins and Benson discover that the perpetrator stole a stuffed animal, which happened to be the one that Jesse owned.
Rollins informs Benson about Jesse's situation. Benson is confident that Henry is still in custody. A debit card transaction is traced to a homeless individual who claims to be afraid someone coming after him. A man forced him to go to the hardware store to purchase zip ties and a blow torch.
Rollins is unable to obtain any information on Henry. Libby's mother arrives, who is the psychiatrist that initially treated Henry but has not seen him in five years.
The police visit Henry's residence. The house has been ransacked, and there is a bloody body and blood everywhere. The perpetrator is still at large and moving quickly. Both the stepmother and father have been killed, along with a five-year-old boy. The family was murdered on Friday morning. Ruby was missing, but she has been found alive. She is at her friend's house. The friend's mother is nervous. Will Henry come after them? Holly was scared of Henry but thought he just needed love, according to her. Ruby is upset about Arlo and mentions that her dad and Henry had a fight. According to Ruby's friend, Henry refused to get a job and spent hi time playing video games and talking to someone. It is unclear why he was allowed to leave.
The psychiatrist stated that Henry's actions were her worst nightmare, and she believed he had turned his life around. Her entire staff had never been fooled like this in her 30 years of practice. According to the psychiatrist, Henry had only one friend. The police interviewed a teenage boy named Connor, who claimed to be Henry's friend but denied knowledge of his whereabouts. The police went to Cora's apartment after receiving a suggestion that Henry had hooked up with her. Upon arrival, they found Cora and instructed her to lie down on the ground. She stated that Henry had left earlier that morning and insisted that he was a gentle person, not the person the police were looking for. The police took her into custody and learned that Henry frequents the water and the park. She also mentioned that he had been to Morningside Park the previous day, as evidenced by the geotagged photos.
Rollins discovers photos of Jesse and Ruby at the house where she is staying. They quickly rush over to the house, but find that the police guard has been attacked and the other officers have left due to a bomb threat. Meghan is still alive but has been assaulted. Kat finds Charlotte tied up in the bathroom, who reveals that Henry has kidnapped Ruby and taken her to an amusement park. Rollins realizes that Ruby is in danger and they must act quickly to save her.
The car was discovered at a closed amusement park. The police officers entered the park and searched the funhouse, suspecting that something might be there. Despite agreeing to wait for backup, Rollins ignored Fin's advice and proceeded to search the darkened funhouse for Henry and Ruby. Henry has a gun and is refusing to let Ruby go, despite her pleas. He comments on the appearance of Ruby and her daughters. Henry also mentions Jesse and Rollins denies being angry with him. Meanwhile, Rollins expresses concern about the situation and tries to prevent the involvement of the SWAT team. According to Rollins, he was locked up because of Ruby, but he believes it was actually her fault. In a fit of anger, Henry points his gun at her. The police arrive at the scene, but Benson is unable to reach Rollins.
Rollins later calls to report that Ruby has Henry's gun, but does not answer when Benson tries to contact her. Eventually, she reveals that she and Henry are conversing.
Henry inquires if Rollins is in trouble. He explains that he came here because his childhood was robbed from him, devoid of beaches or amusement parks. At six years old, he was given a playmate who tragically drowned. This was the first time he realized he was different because he didn't feel upset or worried, just disappointed that he didn't witness the drowning. Benson inquires an immediate update. The Nassau police department plans to enter the location in five minutes.
Rollins questions Henry if he wants to get shot, to which he responds that he is unarmed and therefore won't be shot. Rollins assures him that she can protect him if he leaves with her. Rollins remembers Henry as a little boy eating strawberries. She was worried about him and doesn't want him to die. Benson announces that Henry is coming out and he appears in cuffs. Rollins believes that wherever Henry ends up, they need to throw away the key.
Henry speaks with Benson's former psychiatrist, expressing his longing for Dr. Wong. He informs the psychiatrist that the state has deemed him no longer a threat to himself or others. However, the psychiatrist is uncertain of Henry's competence. Rollins argues that the situation is unfair. Doctor points out the lack of mental health resources in prisons. Carisi states that the focus should not be solely on Henry's competency. The question should be different. Rollins and Carisi step outside for some fresh air. The doctor inquires about her well-being and her relationship with Stabler. He is pleased that she has scheduled an appointment.
Dr. Lindstrom discusses mental health and psychiatry. He admits that the defendant is competent. The judge determines that Henry is competent. The defense lawyer states that she will claim insanity. Suddenly, Henry attempts to stab Carisi with a pencil and screams that he wants his daddy. It is unclear why he was not cuffed.
Rollins is upset that Henry will likely go to a mental hospital again. Carisi says that if Henry's not crazy, no one is, after what he's done. Rollins goes to a jail cell and stares at a comatose Henry. She asks how he is and tells him that she knows he can hear her. She admits to lying when she told him she didn't want him to die. If he ever leaves or threatens her family again, it will be his last day on Earth. She will take matters into her own hands and end him.
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vivian's turn!
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machine
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Full Name: Vivian Nancy Curtis
Age: 27 years old
Birthday: March 12th 1951
Occupation: Law student
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
From: Michigan, U.S.A.
Family: Donald Curtis(father), Irene Curtis(mother), Virginia Curtis(twin sister)
Friends: Julie, Charlotte, Kent, Sandra
Love Interest: Mark
Hobbies and Interests: Reading, listening to rock music, watching TV and movies
Likes: Learning, justice, law, history, music, cheesy movies and TV shows
Dislikes: Sexism, being judged for her sexuality, losing her temper, her friends being in danger, idiots
The voice of reason, she is the most serious one of the group and is not easily amused. She has anger problems and is quite fierce when mad. Despite this, she has a good heart and does and says what she does because she cares and looks out for Mark and Julie. She doesn't have the same amount of sadness surrounding her as the others, but still struggles with her bisexuality in an uncaring world.
Personality:
On the surface, Vivian is serious and cold. But deep down, she has a heart of gold and cares deeply for those around her. She is protective and looks out for her friends, and acts as a voice of reason. Vivian also seems humourless, but isn't, and Mark is the one who can make her laugh the easiest. Around strangers, she is serious and intimidating, but her softness comes up around her friends. She is kind, loving and sweet.
Vivian has a short temper, she can easily lash out at others when she's upset and angry, and it can make her lose her rationality. But she tries to avoid being like this around Mark, knowing his fears.
She is remarkably intelligent, studious and can easily focus on things if need be. Vivian is dedicated to learning and her studies, and strives to excel.
Despite her outward appearance, she has moments of vulnerability. Vivian's sexuality and sexism are particular sore spots for her. She feels a strong sense of justice and wants to help others, pursuing law to do so. Vivian is strong and mostly confident and self assured.
Background:
Vivian was born to Donald and Irene Curtis in 1951, and is a few minutes older than her twin sister Virginia. She has known Julie since they were babies on account of their mothers being best friends, and Vivian always bonded with Julie better than Virginia.
As a teenager, Vivian met Mark, and they easily bonded. She and Julie helped him escape his parents, and the two formed a deep connection, bonding through their shared sense of justice and wanting to help others. Vivian also had revelations about her sexuality, which caused her distress. She did not believe she would be accepted, and it caused some emotional disconnect between her and Mark(part of the reason it took so long for them to get together, the other being Mark's own emotional problems), but she retained her friendship with him and has slowly worked on accepting herself.
In order to help others, Vivian chose to pursue law(also influenced by her dad being a judge). She deals with sexism from people who believe women shouldn't study law, but handles this with confidence and some sass. She also participates in protests with Mark.
Skills:
High intelligence
Other Stuff:
Her name, Vivian, comes from Vivanus which comes from the Latin word “vivus”, meaning “alive”.
Vivian's arc is about acceptance, pride, calm and justice. She initially has a hard time accepting she's bisexual, because she lives in a world that is not accepting of that. And while there is a community who would accept her, Vivian struggles with the idea of being open about this side of her. While looking for Pyri's heir, Mark and Vivian bond and talk. And Mark is openly very accepting of Vivian, assuring her he'll always be by her side. Through him, Vivian gets better at accepting herself, becoming more confident, open and happy with who she is. She also becomes more calm, relaxed and humorous.
Her sense of justice is also evident. She sees Machine who was taken as a baby and used as a weapon, having his agency and choice stripped from him. She sees Pyri intent on taking over Earth for her own personal gain, and she sees how the average fyralogins suffer. Vivian is motivated to change things and to help, and she works with Mark to help the fyralogins, and shows compassion to Machine. The ways she helps others helps herself and adds to her gained confidence and openness.
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🍂 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘. 🍂
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:
Birthday: March 1st
Age: 28
Sign: Pisces
MBTI: ESFP
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𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒:
Scent: Apple scented shampoo, Clean linen, and homecooked meals sticking onto his clothes
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Imperfections: Freckles scattered over his face and body.
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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃:
Upbringing:
As the youngest son in the vibrant and bustling Weasley household, Ron Weasley was surrounded by laughter, mischief, and endless adventures.
Growing up in such a lively environment, Ron cherished the chaos that came with being one of seven siblings. He had Fred and George, the twins who were always up to something mischievous, Charlie with his love for magical creatures, and Bill, who had a keen interest in the magical world's ancient mysteries. Then there were Percy and Ginny, each with their own unique personalities and dreams. It was a house where every day was an adventure, and there was never a dull moment.
One of the defining characteristics of Ron's upbringing was his simple outlook on life. Despite growing up in a family with limited financial means, he never cared about riches or extravagant possessions. He was content with hand-me-downs, from clothes to broomsticks, and saw the value in practicality and the importance of love and togetherness.
Ron's family instilled in him the core values of loyalty, bravery, and the importance of standing up for what's right. He was taught to value people and experiences over material possessions, and this outlook became a defining aspect of his character.
During Hogwarts:
As a member of the Weasley family, Ron was no stranger to high expectations. He had a legacy to uphold, with brothers who had excelled in various fields like Quidditch, academia, and magical creatures. However, Ron was determined to create his path and make his own statement. He was more than just "another Weasley." He wanted to prove his worth on his terms, and he did just that.
At Hogwarts, Ron's life was never dull or boring. He embraced the magic and mystery of the wizarding world, and his years at the school were filled with thrilling moments, deep friendships, and the joy of learning and growing. He played on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, engaged in countless escapades, and faced danger head-on, even if it meant confronting his deepest fears.
Ron's most significant achievement was becoming an integral part of the "Golden Trio," alongside Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Their friendship was a cornerstone of his years at Hogwarts. Together, they uncovered countless mysteries and truths about the wizarding world. Each year brought new adventures and challenges, from battling the Dark Arts to seeking out Horcruxes in their quest to defeat Voldemort. Ron's loyalty, humour, and unwavering support made him an essential member of the trio and a true hero in his own right.
Much like his family, Ron never cared about blood status. Despite being a pureblood wizard, he held no prejudice against Muggle-borns or half-bloods. He was always ready to defend and protect those close to him, regardless of their bloodline. His sense of justice and fierce loyalty extended not just to Harry and Hermione but to all who needed his help.
Events from the War:
Ron Weasley's heart was heavy with guilt and grief in the aftermath of the Dark Lord's triumph in the war. The loss of one of his best friends, Harry Potter, weighed on him like an insurmountable burden. Their last conversation had ended in a heated argument, and Ron had never gotten the chance to formally apologize for the harsh words he'd spoken.
Desperate for vengeance and consumed by remorse, Ron embarked on a perilous and solitary mission to confront the Dark Lord. It was an act driven by a burning desire to make amends for his perceived shortcomings during the war, but it was one that led him down a treacherous path. The Dark Lord was waiting, and Ron's audacious attempt to confront him ended in capture and imprisonment.
Within the confines of the Ministry, Ron endured torture and relentless questioning as a member of the Golden Trio. His unwavering loyalty to Harry and Hermione and their relentless pursuit of justice were the cause of his suffering. Ron's blood status, although a mark of privilege in some eyes, did little to protect him from the dark forces that had overtaken the Ministry.
In a twist of fate, Ron's blood status eventually played a role in his release from the depths of imprisonment. It granted him a more lenient punishment, a second chance of sorts. However, it came at a heavy cost. Ron was coerced into becoming an Auror, tasked with hunting down the remaining members of the Order who were still determined to end the Dark Lord's reign.
Stuck in this difficult and morally ambiguous task, Ron found himself torn between his duty to the Order, his family, and his own principles. Every day was a struggle to make ends meet, to fulfill his duty, and to avoid becoming a pawn in the Dark Lord's plans. He was forced to keep his distance from his loved ones, knowing that his affiliation with the Ministry made him a target and a potential instrument of the Dark Lord's influence.
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( grishaverse, kit young, demi male, he/they, 22 ) * 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : JESPER FAHEY 】 is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the GRISHA is known to be ADVENTUROUS and RECKLESS and reminds me of A GLINT IN THE EYE IN THE FACE OF DANGER, MISCHIEVOUS AND FLIRTY GRINS. they are CURIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here. ( ooc: peach, 22, she/they, gmt, none )
( harry potter , jordan fisher, demi male, he/they, 24 ) * 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : HARRY POTTER 】 is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the WIZARD is known to be COURAGEOUS and IMPULSIVE and reminds me of A DESTINY PREDATING YOUR BIRTH THAT YOU CAN’T RUN FROM, SURVIVING IT ALL WITH THE HELP OF YOUR FRIENDS. they are SUSPICIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here. ( ooc: peach, 22, she/they, gmt, none )
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I posted 3,409 times in 2022
That's 1,502 more posts than 2021!
1,152 posts created (34%)
2,257 posts reblogged (66%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@dangerously-human
@deadinarussianelevator
@rabbits-of-negative-euphoria
@freenarnian
@eddis-not-eeddis
I tagged 3,409 of my posts in 2022
#- hk - 3,407 posts
#mobile - 3,105 posts
#x - 1,383 posts
#respublica - 444 posts
#christianity - 318 posts
#snk - 262 posts
#stoker - 153 posts
#pro-life - 144 posts
#literature - 122 posts
#pardon the french - 117 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#because matthias just came on the scene and i was like ‘ah! finally! an adult is here—‘ and he said ‘i��m 18’ and i said ‘—on a technicality’
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I don’t think it’s anti-intellectualism to seriously question the value of a college education when people with philosophy and law degrees are testifying before congress that a man can get pregnant.
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#4
more gender thoughts: perhaps some things are simply feminine when women embody them and masculine when men embody them
for example: protectiveness
a father who protects his children is fulfilling his role as a father, an inherently masculine thing to do
a mother who protects her children is fulfilling her role as a mother, an inherently feminine thing to do
609 notes - Posted August 13, 2022
#3
people be sitting in lines for 20 hours over the course of 3 days to get a Covid test. you don’t have to do this. it’s unnecessary. everyone is going to get omicron. you don’t have to do this. stop letting other people make you do this. stop doing this.
643 notes - Posted January 13, 2022
#2
stop letting other people tell you what ideologies you ascribe to. you know whether you’re racist or not. you know whether you’re a fascist or not. you know whether you want the elderly to die from Covid or not. you haven’t been keeping some sinister worldview secret from yourself.
learn about racism, learn about fascism, learn about sickness philosophy, but don’t learn about it from total strangers who diagnose you with Malice. they don’t know your heart.
645 notes - Posted February 7, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
“In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. ‘How are we to live in an atomic age?’ I am tempted to reply: ‘Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents.’
In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented: and quite a high percentage of us were going to die in unpleasant ways. We had, indeed, one very great advantage over our ancestors—anesthetics; but we have that still. It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.”
- C.S. Lewis, On Living In An Atomic Age, 1948
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A soft wind blows over the lonely highway leading out from the bustling city. It stretches for miles, dipping into valleys and curving along the distant mountains before heading to the many destinations this planet has to offer. However, it is oddly still tonight. There is hardly anyone on the road despite the nearest city being as busy as ever with the nightlife taking over the mundane duties the people had during the day. Miles away from the city stands a young woman, along on the shoulder of a road at the foot of one of the mountains leading into the dense wilderness.
Long, dark locks flow in the gentle breeze. Harmony stands silently on a cliff, her eyes watch the stars shimmering in the endless sky before lowering to the city’s skyline. Her motorcycle, which she affectionately calls Violet, stands a short distance behind her, just along the side of the road. There is nothing around her. No cars or trucks diving back and forth over the highway. No sight or sound of animals in the surrounding wilderness. It is just Harmony, the endless stars adorning the heavens above the city, and her thoughts.
It’s getting late with time marching on past midnight, but she can’t sleep. How can she with that unusual encounter just a couple of days ago? Harmony went looking for answers about the stranger’s identity. She searches high and low, near and far, but found nothing so far. The possible suitor was sharp dressed despite the mask concealing his face. A frown curves her lips, recalling her attempts to find more information about the mysterious man. A slender hand slips from her black leather jacket’s pocket with a business card in her hand. The crest is the only lead she has.
Deer antlers, a hammer and chisel. It’s unique, but she struggled to find out more about him. Just who is he? Why did he say he’s dangerous?...And...Why does he have fondness for her? It’s obvious that he is wealthy and has power. He could go for anyone else while she saw herself as no one special.
Tomorrow is Friday... Harmony thought, and the card slides into her jacket’s pocket when her hand dips into it. Her other hand hides in the other pocket. Standing in silence before the vast world, she thinks about him and the upcoming meeting.
Maybe he will answer my questions when we meet again.
Or at least know his name. There is so much about him she doesn’t know. Chances are that it could be dangerous but her curiosity is too strong to ignore. Besides, the masked man seems legitimately interested in her and she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same.
She will show up at the Mocha Hut near her university where she works. Harmony has Friday off, and has someone else to cover her shift at the hospital where she volunteers. There are no classes scheduled for that day, too, so she is pretty much free for the day. Something tells her that she will need the entire day to learn about this guy.
Silence falls around her before she turns on her boot heels and makes her way back to Violet. Perhaps it is best to head back and try to get some sleep. She’s nervous, but she wants to meet him again. No matter what, Harmony will take her chances.
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March 13th: National Good Samaritan Day
Adventure: A globetrotter dedicates their journeys to helping communities in need, creating a ripple effect of kindness that leaves a lasting impact.
Comedy: Write about a humorous chain of events that unfolds when a well-intentioned person's attempt to help ends up causing chaos and confusion.
Contemporary Fiction: Write about a young woman who, on a whim, decides to help a stranger in need, leading to a series of unexpected and heartwarming events.
Dystopian: In a dystopian society divided by class, write about a group of rebels who secretly provide aid to those suffering under the oppressive regime.
Fantasy: In a magical realm, write about a character who possesses the unique ability to heal emotional wounds through their music, spreading hope and joy.
Historical Fiction: Set during a period of upheaval, write about a group of individuals who put their lives at risk to help refugees and strangers seeking safety.
Magical Realism: Write about a world where acts of kindness are physically represented as glowing, visible threads connecting individuals who have helped each other.
Mystery: A detective investigates a series of seemingly unrelated acts of kindness in a city plagued by crime, gradually uncovering a secret network of individuals dedicated to helping others.
Romance: Write a love story about two people who meet while volunteering at a shelter and bond over their shared passion for making a positive impact in the world.
Science Fiction: In a future where technology connects people's emotions, write about a character who discovers they can uplift others' spirits through a digital interface.
Superhero: A superhero with the power to amplify others' strengths and abilities teams up with fellow heroes and citizens to tackle large-scale crises and make a positive impact.
Time Travel: A time traveler uses their knowledge of historical events to discreetly help individuals in need throughout different time periods.
Urban Fantasy: In a city where mythical creatures coexist with humans, write about a "guardian" who goes out of their way to assist those who are in danger from supernatural forces.
Journaling: Reflect on a time when someone's act of kindness made a significant impact on your day or life. How did that experience affect your perspective?
Journaling: Write about a moment when you extended a helping hand to someone in need. How did that experience make you feel and what did you learn from it?
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Hey! Can i request a cold, lonely ex-hydra reader × bucky who falls in love with her. Adding some panic attacks and nightmares of the reader.
i love this idea!!! thank u for submitting🥰
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pairing: avenger!bucky x ex-HYDRA!fem!reader
tags: enemies(?) to lovers, angst (if u squint), soft!bucky
warnings: canon level violence, description of injuries, blood is mentioned, panic attacks, anxiety, nightmares
A/N: i just came up with a random name for the HYDRA leader the reader is after🤣 so just ,,, ignore // also!!!! i tried out a different writing style than what i’m used to! hope u don’t mind🥺 just been feeling like a lot of my writing is the same and wanted to try something new!!!
word count: 3.5k (this is so long LMAO sorry 😭 literally why am i like this)
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The suit that you once considered a second skin, now felt uncomfortable and constricting, like a python squeezing the life out of you. Although, it made sense since the very organization of the uniform you were wearing did exactly that.
HYDRA.
For so long you were just another mindless pawn to them, just doing without every actually thinking. Unlike your younger brother, Alex. They indoctrinated him as well, getting a hold of both of you from a young age, but he was there when Captain America took down S.H.I.E.L.D. and it changed his entire worldview. You found everything he said about “freedom” to be stupid, naive, and dangerous. And you would later prove yourself correct.
You pull yourself from your thoughts as a group of HYDRA soldiers walk past the shrubbery you hid behind. Quickly and quietly, you get up and join them as they march towards the HYDRA base. As soon as you get inside, you manage to slip away from the rest of the group to search for your target.
Since HYDRA took the possibility of you ever having a normal life away, as far as you were concerned, your only purpose in life was to kill the man who was at the center of it all, Viktor Cross. And after months of tracking him down, formulating the perfect plan, that’s exactly what you were going to do today.
You make your way towards one of the main lab facilities, gun in hand when you see several unconscious guards lying on the floor in front of you. Shifting your gaze up, you see that the door has been ripped open, grip marks on the sides.
This was not part of the plan.
As you squeeze through the open door and enter the lab, you come to a halt, frozen in shock. There’s your target, Viktor, shoved against the wall by none other than Captain America himself. You almost let out a chuckle in disbelief at the irony of the situation. Instead, you take a step forward, and the glass cracks beneath your feet, alerting the men of your presence.
Shit.
Immediately, both sets of eyes are on you. Viktor’s lips curve into a smirk as you make your way to them.
“Agent- Miss Y/N,” he corrects himself. “What a pleasant surprise.” You ignore him and look to address Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America.
“Let him go and give him to me,” you start, Steve eyeing you cautiously. “So I can kill him,” you snarl, quickly turning to Viktor to see that his smirk had been wiped off his face.
“Aren’t you HYDRA?” He questions, nodding to your suit and eliciting a cackle from Viktor.
“Not anymore,” you mumble, before lifting a leg to kick Steve in his side. You hit him across the face with the end of your gun for good measure. He stumbles over, giving you enough time to grab Viktor’s collar, before he falls to the floor, and slam him back against the wall. His eyes are full of desperation and you felt nothing but pure, burning rage. You shove the barrel of your gun under his chin and place your hand on the trigger.
“You were such a gifted agent, Y/N. Don’t throw away such potential, come back.”
“Go to hell.”
Before you could pull the trigger, a force propels you to the ground and you feel a sharp pain in your side. Silence and then ringing fills your eyes as you squint your eyes to try and visualize the situation. Your vision is blurry, but clear enough to clouds of smoke engulf Viktor’s figure as he escapes. A muffled voice from behind you speaks, but you can’t make out any of the words they’re saying. You look down to see red. Just crimson red, staining your abdomen. Hands land on your shoulders, shaking you gently as your vision fades to black.
Viktor is in front of you, the barrel of his gun directed right at your head. He smirks as he moves his hand to the trigger.
“Hail, HYDRA.”
A gunshot goes off, forcing you to shoot up in bed, gasping for air. As you start to regain your senses, you realize you’re surrounded by a group of strangers. Well, not complete strangers, the Avengers to be exact. Part of your job required you to study their files, learn everything about them. You could recite from memory where and when they were born, their greatest strengths and weaknesses. Suddenly, your side starts to burn with pain, and you carefully lean back in bed. There’s an array of wires and tubes connected to you and you hear the rhythmic beeping of various machines. You’re in a hospital, or some sort of medical facility.
“That, is exactly why I said we should use restraints.”
You’re staring at the ceiling when you hear Iron Man, AKA Tony Stark, speak.
“Tony, she lost a liter of blood, she’s not going anywhere.”
Steve appears in your view, looking down at you.
“Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.”
You shift your gaze away from him. The last thing you expected to come out of this mission was to meet the Avengers, let alone them save you.
Steve sighs, “We’re not gonna hurt you. We wanna find Viktor too.”
There’s nothing he could say that could get you to speak. Your hatred for HYDRA didn’t mean you suddenly liked the Avengers. If anything, they were part of the problem too, so you stay silent.
“Told you, she’s not gonna talk,” Tony quips. From your research, you had come to learn that he was an arrogant man, and his statement only proved you right. “Maybe you should get Manchurian Candidate to come down, give her an ex-HYDRA buddy,” he says sarcastically.
Upon hearing “ex-HYDRA buddy,” you furrow your brows. Maybe it was the lack of blood in your body, but it took you a second to process his words and understand who he was referring to. Your eyes dart back to look at Steve’s but he’s gone.
“I’ll be back.” His voice trails off as he exits the room.
You’re still staring at the ceiling when you hear footsteps return and then several others departing.
There’s only one other person in the room beside you. Without even looking up, you already know who it is. His breathing was slow and steady until you started to shift in bed to reposition yourself. His breath hitched for a moment, before returning back to his normal breathing pattern.
“Killing him isn’t gonna make you feel better.” His comment makes you roll your eyes as you slowly sit up to look at him. There were no logical thoughts in your head, all you could feel was pain and fury. Anger swelled within you, your emotions boiling over.
“That’s rich, coming from the Fist of HYDRA,” you spat out. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt your stomach drop. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one you hadn’t felt in a while. What was it? Regret?
Bucky’s face fell but he kept his eyes on you. It was a look that made you feel worse, worse than the searing pain in your side.
“I’m not a killer anymore,” he said in a tone so gentle, you felt another strange, new emotion but couldn’t quite label it. You quickly shift gears to avoid addressing the uncomfortable feelings swirling around in your stomach.
“Are you keeping me hostage to lure Viktor in? Because it's not going to work." Bucky shook his head.
"We want..." he trailed off, causing you to tilt your head in curiosity. “We need your help finding him.” You scoffed.
“What do I get out of it?” Bucky’s silence gave you your answer. Shaking your head, you start to disconnect yourself from the multitude of wires attached to you and get out of bed.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he started, as you threw off your blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.
Standing up quickly, the blood from your head pooled in your legs, causing you to feel dizzy. Your head spun and your arms reached out for something, anything stable to grab onto. It was a metal hand. Despite it being cool to the touch, it ignited a heat to rise to your cheeks. You look down and mumble a thank you as Bucky helps you back into bed.
Letting out a sigh, you realize with the condition you’re in, you can’t leave. Definitely not well enough to go after Viktor alone. Shutting your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, you curse under your breath.
“Fine,” you finally speak, keeping your eyes closed. Bucky nods, even though you don’t see, and you hear him walk off.
After a couple days of rest, you were cleared by Bruce to get discharged. Viktor had gone deep in hiding, making your job to find him a lot harder. Tony had so graciously given you an extra room in the tower, right next to Bucky’s. He was probably the one person you saw the most, purely due to location, and the fact that everyone else cautiously kept their distance from you. It made sense though, since you rarely spoke to anyone and spent most of your time in the lab looking for any clues of Viktor’s location. When you weren’t searching for him, you were training in the gym. Bucky was there a lot too, both of you waking up at ungodly hours of the morning. No words were ever exchanged between the two of you, and yet, there was some level of comfort you felt being around him. Must’ve been an ex-HYDRA thing.
“What’s on your mind?” You walk over to Alex and sit on the edge of the bed next to him. He sighs.
“What if,” he starts, furrowing his brows. “What if freedom is good?” He speaks quietly, fearful of HYDRA listening in on your conversation.
It feels like you’ve got the wind knocked out of you.
“Alex,” you grab him by the shoulders. “What the hell are you talking about?” You’re searching his eyes, trying to understand what’s gotten into him.
“Captain America.” The biggest threat to HYDRA’s existence. He looks down at his hands. “He was willing to risk his life for it. It has to be worth something right?” Alex looks back up to you with a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since you were children. Uncertainty. You sigh and pull him into your chest, stroking his hair.
“I don’t know, kiddo. Maybe.”
You wake up in a cold sweat, panting. Hot tears fall from the corners of your eyes. It’s the same dream you’ve had for the last week. Although, you wouldn’t consider it a dream necessarily, but it wasn’t a nightmare either. Just a bittersweet memory.
Bucky could tell that something was up with you for the past week. Despite having gone through a bit of therapy, Steve’s idea, the nightmares still came to him. So Bucky was already wide awake when he heard your weeping on the other side of the wall. It didn’t help that he was also a light sleeper with super-soldier hearing. He didn’t know what was causing you to be so upset, but he didn’t want to intrude and ask. Neither of you had spoken to the other since you first arrived.
But this night was different from the rest. Usually, you would flip endlessly through channels on ur TV until you eventually fell asleep, but it wasn’t working this time. There’s a tight pain in your chest and suddenly, you’re suffocating. You rip off your covers and spring out of bed, tripping on your blankets along the way. At this point, you don’t even register the pain of slamming down, face-first on the ground. Panic has taken over your body, tears now streaming down your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping for relief.
He wasn’t planning on doing anything until he heard a loud thud from your room. Immediately, Bucky gets up and arrives at your door. It’s rude to just barge into someone’s room, his mom taught him that from a young age, so he settles on knocking. You don’t hear it though, the only sound you hear is the sound of your rapid breathing as you hyperventilate. Bucky hears it too and ultimately decides on inviting himself into your room.
“Y/N?”
You’re lying on your side, curled up in a fetal position with your hands covering your face, when Bucky opens the door. He quickly arrives by your side, kneeling beside you, as he examines you for any injuries.
“Are you hurt?”
You manage to shake your head in response, anxiety still flowing through your veins. Unfortunately, Bucky’s familiar with panic attacks, having had them himself. But he also knows that everyone deals with them a bit differently. Guess he did manage to learn some useful things from therapy.
“Can you try breathing with me?”
He starts to take deep breaths in and out until he sees you start to follow along with him, your hands still covering your face. There’s a part of you that feels stupid for keeping them there, but they help ground you, so you continue to shield your face. After what feels like an hour, but was probably only 10 minutes, your panic subsides. That’s when a wave of embarrassment hits you, realizing that it had been Bucky with you during your panic attack.
Slowly removing your hands from your face, you’re greeted by piercing blue eyes. You blink a couple times, realizing that Bucky had taken a spot on the ground, lying on his side to face you, his hands pressed together under his head like a pillow. He smiles and you feel warm. It’s terrifying, the new feelings that Bucky has caused you to feel and yet, you don’t mind.
“You feelin’ better?” You nod and smile back, something you haven’t genuinely done in a while.
“Thank you, Bucky.”
You stare at each other in silence, lying side by side. There’s no physical touch involved but somehow, this moment, it feels intimate. Bucky breaks the silence.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He speaks in a voice so soft, it almost sounded like a whisper.
It might’ve been the fact that he just calmed you down from a panic attack, but as you looked into his eyes, you felt the walls you had built up for the last year slowly come crashing down.
“He killed my brother,” you reply, maintaining your eyes on Bucky. You searched his eyes for any fear or pity, but all you could find was a look of understanding. His eyes were starting to become a safe place for you.
“Alex was there when Steve took down S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA along with it. He wanted out, out of the organization.” Taking a deep breath, you continue. “Word got around about a “rat,” so I took the blame. Viktor was about to shoot me when Alex’s dumbass ran in front of me, sacrificing himself.” You let out a chuckle, your vision getting blurry as tears swelled in your eyes. “He was a goddamn idiot, but he also had a heart of gold.”
As you start to cry, Bucky hesitatingly extends an arm to hover over your body, trying to gauge your reaction. Physical touch was something he struggled with during the beginning of his recovery, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He’s reassured when you grab onto his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, and wraps an arm around you, his other hand softly stroking your head.
You hadn’t cried like this since Alex died, bottling up all of your emotions to focus on finding the man responsible for his death. But as you sobbed into Bucky’s chest, you realize that your love for Alex had transformed into an ugly, burning hatred for Viktor. He wouldn’t want this. You didn’t want it, at least, not anymore. The only thing you wanted was your brother back, and that was impossible.
Bucky held you in his arms until you fell asleep, listening to the sounds of your slow, rhythmic breathing, dozing off shortly after.
That night with Bucky had softened your cold, hard exterior that you initially presented yourself with. You would willingly spar with Nat in the training room and join the team for breakfast or dinner. Everyone noticed and, while at first thrown off by it, happily embraced it. Especially Bucky.
Initially, he got up to work out in the early hours of the morning as a habit. Now, he woke up to see you. His heart did flips in his chest every time he walked in the gym and saw you. Since that night, you started to acknowledge his presence, turning to smile and wave as he walked through the doors. It was something he looked forward to every day.
During the day, you were focused hard on tracking down Viktor and Bucky knew that. But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with you. He looked for reasons to enter the lab, whether it was offering snacks to you throughout the day or helping Bruce or, even Tony. Anything to see you again.
Bucky realized that there was a deeper, stronger emotion that he felt for you when he would wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. The first thing he thought about was you. Specifically, how you were the only thing that could possibly calm him down. Although he’d come in that night to help you with your panic attack, you ended up helping him as well. He hadn’t slept as soundly and peacefully as he did with you. And you hadn’t either. There were several nights when neither of you could sleep and ended up running into each other. It slowly became a routine that would begin in the kitchen, exchanging life stories, and end on the couch in the common area, entangled in each other’s arms.
Tonight you didn’t show up and Bucky panicked. He stared at the kitchen clock. It had been 20 minutes and you still hadn’t shown up. Bucky racked his brain for anything he could’ve done to scare you off, but came up with nothing. It wasn’t like you two had been officially together, Bucky had no idea what you were to each other. All he knew is that he wanted to be with you, always.
You were soundly asleep in bed, passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. It was a particularly physically exhausting day for you, training with both Nat and Steve.
Bucky was so caught up with the thoughts racing through his head, he hadn’t noticed that his feet had taken him right to your door. He stands there for a moment, silently debating what to do. Grumbling under his breath, he musters up the courage to knock on your door. Right as he was about to turn away and shuffle off to his room, your door opens. You greet him with a yawn and a tired smile.
“Oh, hey Bucky.”
He looks at the bags under your eyes and feels instant regret wash over him, realizing that you weren’t avoiding him, but just getting some sleep.
“Sorry,” he looks down at his feet. You frown and place a hand on his cheek to lift his head up.
“Something wrong?” He avoids your gaze, partially because he’s embarrassed and partially because his cheeks were turning red because of your touch.
“No.” You cross your arms and let out a sigh.
“You’re a bad liar.” It’s his turn to sigh, as he scratches the back of his head.
“You didn’t come to the kitchen,” he lets out, in almost a whisper. It hits you. You were so tired, you had completely forgotten about your nightly tradition. “It’s stupid, sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up," he mumbles. Bucky begins to walk off but you grab his hand. When he turns to look at you, his brows are raised at your touch.
As you start to speak, you pull him close, facing you. “It’s not stupid.” His hands move to hold your waist as yours move to wrap around his neck. You pause, an idea popping into your head. “I’m kind of tired from training today, wanna just come sleep with me?” He nods and you drag him to your bed, nestling into his arms as he holds you to his chest, his chin resting above your head. You tilt your head back to see him looking down at you. There’s a fluttering feeling in your chest and you smile.
“Just for future reference, you have an open invitation to cuddle with me, anytime.” Bucky chuckles at your offer.
“I’ll keep that in mind, doll.”
Bucky cups your face in his hand and you nuzzle your cheek in his palm. His eyes dart down to your lips before returning to your eyes.
Then, the most delicate, sweetest kiss you’ve ever received is on your lips.
You flutter your eyes open as you both pull apart. He quickly kisses your nose before pulling you back into his chest, speaking softly.
“And you have an open invitation to kiss me, anytime.”
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Day 4 of the interviews! Introducing Casper!
Casper, author of Heart Fragment
Person With Disabilities Month Featured Author
Can you collect all of the fragments, solve the mysteries, and find your way to a happy ending?
In this mysterious otome game, play as a protagonist (name customizable but “Xani” by default) struggling to cope with the hand life has dealt you. Your mother’s death was a tragedy that left you cynical and numb to the world. Now, though, greater challenges are piling up fast - and it all begins when you find out you are not entirely human.
The disappearance of a friend. A sudden attack that leaves you wounded. Mysterious characters entering and leaving your life. Growing bonds. Coming to terms with what exactly “humanity” is…
Please. Find a happy ending. Don’t let tragedy be the only option.
Demo & Full Game | Read more about Heart Fragment [here]
Tags: Otome, Mystery
Q1. So, tell us a little bit about the projects you're working on!
I’m creating “Heart Fragment” which is a psychological otome visual novel with 40+ endings. I’ve started writing it as a regular novel in my teen years, then 7 years ago decided to adapt it into a visual novel so that I had more freedom to expand the characters and explore the different ideas I had in mind for the endings. Unfortunately, after getting very sick I had to put development on hiatus. But now that I’m back to it, I’ve developed and released Book One: Fantasy Fragments with around 20 hours of content and the first two character routes. Book Two: Belief Fragments will be released in March with 2 more routes and available as free DLC to add to the first one.
The story is about an 18-year-old girl named Xani (name customizable, and starting in Book Two gender will be customizable as well) who grew cynical and distant from the people around her after her mother died in a car accident 10 years prior. She’s become comfortable with her introversion, not wanting to be involved with people. But her guise of contentment is soon shaken along with her entire worldview when she gets an assignment to investigate her own family history. When a stranger tells her that she may be in danger and she makes the shocking discovery that she is not entirely human, her life begins to spiral increasingly out of control.
Q2. What has been your favorite thing about interactive fiction as a medium? What are some of the biggest challenges?
I love the versatility of being able to write not just one but multiple outcomes. So often prior to moving into a visual novel format, I couldn’t figure out which of my several endings ideas and ways to get to those endings would be best. But that also comes with the downside of more work, more planning, more programming, making sure everything goes where it is supposed to, getting any dialogue variation finished, etc. It’s a big task but I think the outcome is worth it in the long run!
Q3. What is something you're excited to explore within your work?
I’ve been writing Heart Fragment with a specific theme in mind: healing. Every character has their own problems, and every character needs to struggle their way to a healthier place. For example, the protagonist struggles with being unable to let go of the past and a harsh view of reality that takes a toll on her mental health. The character Clive battles with belittling his own self-worth and thinking he isn’t good enough; Kay has to learn how to be his own person instead of trying to become whoever he thinks others want him to be; Shannon seems cheerful and bubbly, but hides what problems she has at home. Each character has a lot of growth that needs to be made before the end of their respective routes.
Q4. Has your disability influenced your work? Whether it's worldbuilding, the design, the process, and positive or negative--what is your advice in working with your disability and being creative?
Yes, definitely. I struggle with chronic pain and brain fog and I’m exhausted almost immediately after waking up. Sometimes work gets done quickly, other times I feel like I’m not getting anywhere close to what I’d like to accomplish in a day and I can get a bit negative and beat myself up over it. Yesterday, for example, I got into a groove where I was writing better than I had been in days, but had to stop when a sudden flare-up of pain in my back and chest made me set things aside and lay down. I felt like I was wasting time. I kept trying to get myself back to work, but I was so tired after taking my medication that I couldn’t concentrate until I had a nap. In turn, I ended up staying awake way later than I should have to get things finished and slept in. It’s a really bad cycle to be in.
I think the best way to deal with that is to keep being gentle with yourself, both physically and emotionally. Beating yourself up and berating yourself for not getting things done as quickly as you’d like is only going to make you tired and discourage you from doing what you can. Don’t be afraid to work in smaller bursts. You don’t need to do it all at once!
Q5. What's an accessibility issue you see glazed over a lot in IF? And what accessibility features would you like to see implemented more in IF?
A lot of people don’t seem to realize how easy it is to add in accessibility features in general. Making an option to turn off flashing images or to turn off quick time events is a lot simpler than I thought for sure, so when I added those things to Heart Fragment I was really surprised that more people don’t do the same.
Q6. Any advice to give to aspiring devs?
Just do what you are passionate about! If you think creating interactive fiction is something you want to do, give it a shot. Even if you think you can’t do it because you aren’t good at drawing, or you aren’t good at making music, or whatever else, don’t let it hold you back from doing something you’d enjoy. Use stock music and images, commission people if that is within your budget, anything to be able to get the story you want out there!
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10 Books to read this Autumn & Halloween🍁🍂🍁
1. Dracula by Bram Stoker
This start of beautiful season off with something classic and a little scary.
The name of Dracula brings to mind visions of vampires, stakes, garlic, and crucifixes. Yet, when you read the novel, it becomes self-evident how twisted modern vampire fiction now is. The vampires in this classic story are not meant to inhabit the roles of heroes. Instead you go back a few hundred years when men and women believed truly that the vampire was a real immortal, cursed to quench his undying thirst with a living mortal’s blood. The very idea of a blood drinker should, therefore, inspire the image of a villain and that is what the titular character of this novel is. A villan you can’t help but keep reading about.
2. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
Another story that is perfect if you want something that will keep you up at night like it did for me when I read it last year.
There is scarcely any comfort to be found in this book, only an ancient, arcane horror. Ten people receive a mystery letter from someone they don't know that indicates they should come to a remote island. Why would they go????? After arriving, they try to figure out the connection between all of them while waiting for their mysterious host. After coming across a cute little poem about how ten little indians die, they decide they will wait it out until the next morning when the ferry comes back to take them home. But it will never come! Each guest suddenly dies matching the line from a poem. It really keeps you on the edge of your seat.
3. THE BONE WITCH BY RIN CHUPECO
A story about a young witch just fits so well with this season, but this story is not about a teenage witch =just flying around on a broom. No it’s far darker than that. When Tea accidentally resurrects her brother from the dead, she learns she is different from the other witches in her family. Her gift for necromancy means that she’s a bone witch, a title that makes her feared and ostracized by her community. But Tea finds solace and guidance with an older, wiser bone witch, who takes Tea and her brother to another land for training.In her new home, Tea puts all her energy into becoming an asha—one who can wield elemental magic. But dark forces are approaching quickly, and in the face of danger, Tea will have to overcome her obstacles…and make a powerful choice.
4. Night Film by Marisha Pessl
This story opens in October on a cool evening with a blood chilling scene, it’s really everything you could hope for on a autumn night.
Night Film opens on a cold, cursed October evening, when Ashley Cordova, a young women full of potential, is found dead in a warehouse. Police rule her death a suicide, but investigative journalist Scott McGrath isn't so sure. From that inception point, Scott McGrath enters the strange circumstances surrounding Ashley's life and death, and comes face-to-face with the legacy of her father: the legendary, reclusive cult-horror film director Stanislaus Cordova--a man who hasn't been seen in public for more than thirty years. For McGrath, another death connected to this seemingly cursed family dynasty seems more than just a coincidence. Though much has been written about Cordova's dark and unsettling films, very little is known about the man himself. Driven by revenge, curiosity, and a need for the truth, McGrath, with the aid of two strangers, is drawn deeper and deeper into Cordova's eerie, hypnotic world. The last time he got close to exposing the director, McGrath lost his marriage and his career. This time he might lose even more.
5. Autumn by Ali Smith
Ali Smith's lauded Seasonal quartet, a series of four novels rooted in a different time of year, kicks off with Autumn there we watch as love is won, love is lost. Hope is hand in hand with hopelessness. The seasons roll round, as they always do.
6. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I can’t tell you how many times i have read this beaful story in my life buti wants have it one my list to read at last once a year and i find it fits so well in to the amazing season that is autumn with The romantic clash between the opinionated Elizabeth and her proud beau, Mr. Darcy, is a splendid performance of civilized sparring
7.I Know Who You Are by Alice Feeney
This story is haunting and it will stay with you after you read it.
It's dark, twisted and unpredictable until the very last chapter keeping me on the edge of my seat from the very beginning. You are met with the unknown as you meet Aimee Sinclair, an actress who after coming home, she realizes her husband is missing and after that you are sent on a wild ride to find him.
8.Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Another classic. I have always found that that reading about a world now gone is so very perfect for autumn, as we watch the leaves we had watch grow turn colors and fly away from us.
Little Women is a beauty told story with each of the sisters seeks out a different form of happiness: Meg wants to marry, Jo wants to be a writer, Beth wants to care for her family, and Amy craves material success. We get to live their world as we following the lives and loves of the four March sisters and their mother as they mature from youth through adolescence and adulthood.
9.Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
If you love gothic horror, this one is for you. It has the same feeling as Jane Eyre but way creepier and set in 1950’s Mexico.
The atmosphere is perfect for the season, a debutante heads to a creepy countryside house, after receiving an ominous letter from her newlywed cousin, and finds the dark secrets that lie within the house and its occupants.
10.The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James
A suspenseful and eerie mystery told via dual timelines all surrounding a rundown roadside motel and the secrets lurking that captivated a woman so much that she went missing in the 1980’s and now have caught the attention of her niece 35 years later. If you love a good mystery mixed with timeline jumping this a perfect one for you.
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11.The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson
Handmaid’s Tale meets Salem: Born of rebellious feminist resistance by a girl who is branded as cursed because of her mother’s sins and facing the dark powers to make definite and concrete changes at the dystopian, puritanical, secluded society consisted of hypocrisy, ignorance, illogical and unfair laws.
This is another terrifying, fist clenching, soul shivering, mind crushing, heart pounding, forehead sweating, edgy, spooky, bleak, dark journey take you to the dark woods to face the four witches are ready to haunt you in your dreams and place a quite irritating thoughts inside your brains.
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