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ohhhh i always have requests! quite fond of lil drabble ideas: bruce teaching dick to dance and (years later when they’re together) they recreating some of their first dances, slade being the one to gift dick his first leather jacket that he still regularly wears, An Event Occurs and in the aftermath dick realizes how irreplaceable he is to bruce and just how much bruce both loves him and needs him, bruce and dick’s undercover aliases that keep getting more and more romantic over the years
In Dick’s experience, returning to his apartment after a week away and finding a mysterious box on the coffee table that was definitely not there when he left is, usually, not actually a big deal.
He’s still careful—the little Batman that lives in the back of his head would never give him a moment of peace if he wasn’t—but he’s just very aware of the fact that, nine times out of ten, the not-so-little Batman is the one breaking in and leaving little treats for him to find later, because Bruce is deathly allergic to seeing people’s reactions to his gifts in real-time.
Dick runs through the standard checks, but nothing sounds or smells off, and nothing pings as suspicious on infrared or the particulate detector. He steps closer to inspect the box. It’s rectangular, all white, and generally unremarkable except for the fact that he didn’t put it there.
Carefully, he lifts the lid. He’s expecting some kind of gear—it wouldn’t be the first time a new suit or toys showed up unannounced.
What he finds is a leather moto jacket.
He gently lifts it out of the box and stares at it, bemused. It’s very nice—genuine Italian leather by the feel of it, black with silver hardware and diagonal pockets in the shape of a V, and just his size. There’s no note of any kind, but when he sniffs the leather, he also gets a whiff of maple and gun oil—and that feels like a signature in and of itself.
Dick pulls out his phone, dials in the number from memory, and sinks into the couch as it rings.
“Happy birthday,” Slade says when he picks up, voice low and rumbling.
Dick suppresses a smile. “You’re late.”
“I was busy.”
“Doing what?”
“You really wanna know the answer to that?”
Dick bites the inside of his cheek and fiddles with the zipper of the jacket. They’ve been getting along all right ever since they’d been forced to team up on the cruise ship from hell, but still, a little plausible deniability goes a long way, between them. “How long ‘til I find out on my own?”
“Now that depends,” Slade says, drawing out the words. “You still talking to Rose?”
Dick blinks. “You were visiting Rose?”
“Something like that.”
“She shut the door in your face,” Dick guesses.
Slade grunts. “We can meet not at her apartment.”
“And she’s moving?”
“And she’s moving.” Slade doesn’t sound particularly annoyed about it, but then again, finding people who don’t want to be found is basically his job. Dick makes a mental note to see if Rose wants a hand making her dad’s life harder.
“So why the jacket?” Dick says, running his hand over the leather. It really is nice. He wonders where Slade got it, and whether it was paid for in money or blood. He probably doesn’t want to know.
“You complained I made you ruin yours,” Slade says. “Reckon we’re square now.”
Dick raises his eyebrows, even though Slade can’t see it. “I don’t remember doing that, but if I did, it had to have been, what… seven years ago? At least?”
“I’ve got a long memory.” It sounds vaguely like a threat, in Slade’s voice, but the jacket itself seems far from one, so Dick lets it pass.
“If you’re trying to make up for that,” Dick says, “then you’re really late.”
“You’d’ve thrown it straight in the trash if I ever tried before.”
“I could still do that.”
“You won’t.”
“Well, now I have to.”
Slade scoffs. “Go ahead. Would be a waste of perfectly good leather, though.”
The desire for knowledge wins out. “Where’d you get it?”
“Made it.”
Dick pauses, uncertain he’d heard correctly. When Slade doesn’t elaborate, though, Dick echoes, uncertainly, “Made it?”
“Wintergreen helped some.”
Dick opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Made it?
“Who exactly did you think made my first few costumes?” Slade says, sounding amused. “Not all of us have your daddy’s resources.”
It’s one thing for Slade to have bought him something; Dick can explain that away as just a whim—an act of opportunity, as it were. But Slade spending the time and energy to make it himself?
That’s premeditation.
“This isn’t a birthday gift.”
“I said happy birthday, didn’t I?”
“This isn’t just a birthday gift,” Dick presses.
Slade doesn’t respond, and Dick lets the silence stretch far past the point of discomfort. Still, neither of them hangs up. Slade may be a stubborn asshole, but Dick has been trained in the art of silence-offs by the most frustratingly stoic of them all.
Dick smooths out the collar of the jacket and straightens out the arms while he waits. Now that he’s looking closer, he can tell the seams aren’t the tidy stitches of a lifelong craftsman, but it’s impressive work, all the same. Work that must have taken a hell of a lot of effort.
Finally, Slade breaks the rhythm of quiet breathing. “Whatever it is,” he says, “it’s yours now. Throw it in the trash if you want. Or don’t. It’s got nothing to do with me.”
It has everything to do with Slade, but the fact that Slade is insisting so hard that it doesn’t is both a little funny and extremely sad. Dick can recognize a fear of rejection when he hears it.
Dick puts a hand on top of the jacket. “It doesn’t really make sense to give me this,” he says, “if you’re never going to see me wear it.”
Slade is silent for a moment, but not as long as before. “I’ve got time,” he says, slowly, like he’s leaving space for Dick to cut him off between one word and the next. “Two weeks from now.”
“Two weeks,” Dick agrees. “I assume you don’t need the address.”
“Think I’ve got it.” Slade’s voice is dry, but lacking its usual knife-sharp edge. “See you soon, kid.”
He hangs up before Dick can respond.
Dick smiles anyway. “See you soon.”
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Footnote: RIP Dick's expensive jacket (this is $300 in 80s money)
#sladick#prompt fics#had to stop fiddling with this and set it free since it was just meant to be the equivalent of a warmup sketch#my perfectionist instincts will be the end of me
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Writing q: do you/did you ever feel like there's a dichotomy between writing something fun and light and tropey & writing something good/that you're proud of? I'm trying to write a romcom-esque multichap fic that ends happily but I keep running into this mental block that it's not Serious Work so it can't be what i would consider good (which is hilarious because a) its all fanfiction none of it is serious?? and b) i know that's not true!) lmao. Was jw if you have any thots on this
i've got an analogy for you.
before i started writing, i was really into baking. back then i was not only a perfectionist but an extremist. i believed that REAL baking meant using the rawest possible ingredients. the idea of store-bought puff pastry or pie crusts was appalling to me.
and every year i baked a pumpkin pie for thanksgiving. to bake the pumpkin pie, i had to go out at early o'clock in the morning on a saturday to my local farmer's market and pick out the most perfect pumpkins. and i don't know if you've ever baked pumpkin pie with real pumpkins but it takes a long damn time. and it's hard. and so i baked the pumpkins for hours and scraped out the innards and made a puree, and i roasted the seeds for a snack. and amid all that, i made the crust from scratch too.
the pie always turned out! so i kept making it that way. until one year i just wasn't up to the task, and instead swallowed my pride and bought canned pumpkin and a premade crust.
and it tasted exactly the same as the pie that took me an entire day to make. it was also much cheaper, because in our era of industry, the processed stuff has become more affordable than the raw stuff unless you grow it yourself. (and believe me, i wanted to.)
the only difference i could discern was in the texture, because canned pumpkin is pureed more than i could puree real pumpkin. canned pumpkin also has other kinds of gourds in it, but that doesn't really affect the taste. i also felt bad for not supporting my local farmers. but it was worth it to be able to bake a pie from start to finish in 90 minutes.
for so many years i had it in my head that if a process is harder, the result is better. it was that mentality that kept me in a job i hated for a long time. it's hard and i don't like it, therefore it's more serious and respectable. it was unconscionable to me to think that something fun and easy could result in something good.
when you're writing fanfiction or anything where you're relying on the audience's knowledge of something else (like tropes), you can get it in your head that it's inherently easier and therefore worse. and because it's a skill, in order to become better at it, you have to challenge yourself. to challenge yourself, you have to make it harder.
but you're making something. you're putting words on a page in formations that have never existed before. that's hard, period. you don't have to make it harder. your readers will value it regardless of the challenge you give yourself. every thanksgiving, my family just appreciated that i had baked a pie. they didn't care how i'd baked it or what ingredients i used. yes, the longer and more difficult process created a product i was more proud of than the shorter, easier process. but you can't taste pride.
this is something i have to remind myself of all the time, because my instinct is to make everything more difficult than it has to be. you're always going to be your own worst critic, in part because you're the only one who knows your own process and the blood, sweat, and tears you put into it. but ultimately, nobody cares about the pumpkins. all they want is the pie.
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How is that for a thank you ? || Eddie Munson x fem!reader (part. 2)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!henderson!reader
Warning: 18+smut (minors dni), use of weed, swearing, mention of death, a bit of a spoiler for season 4 (fix-it fic)
Summary: part 2. to this. we finally get to the smut. ENJOY BABES
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I came back from holidays and it turns out that writing good smut in a language that is not your own is waaaay more difficult than I remembered. I'm quite the perfectionist so I took the time to craft something that I would not regret putting on the internet. hope you enjoy! don't forget to like/reblog/tell me what you thought about it blablabla. might write a part. 3 with good ole morning smut. we shall see. (friendly reminder: i am french so if you see mistakes or typos... no u didn't)
Tags: use of y/n, fem!reader, henderson!reader, reader is dustin older sister, reader saved eddie from the dermobats, and now she can’t sleep so she goes to him, you can guess what happens next, use of weed, swearing, mention of death, ennemies to lovers, mild smut in part. 1 (making out, hickeys, hair pulling), heavier smut in part. 2 (dirty talk, oral (both m and f receiving), rough sex, choking, pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tape it!!) switch!eddie, switch!reader, dumbasses in love), angst, but also fluff and tenderness, Eddie has self-esteem issue because of his scars and reader conforts him, fix-it fic, season 4 ends very differently, reader is a theater kid and a Shakespeare fan, they make lotr references while fuckin SUE ME
Word count: 4.7k
Taglist: @thikkiesixx - @kiarabellerum31 - @chloebeansack
Eddie was dragging her towards his bedroom, their lips only parting when they needed to breath, their hands only leaving each other’s bodies to open the door and their breathing now in such perfect harmony that Y/N could swear that they were sharing a pair of lungs. She felt the back of her knee bump into Eddie’s bed and immediately sat, pulling the metalhead to her. One hand was on his cheek and the other, palming the promising tent that had formed behind his jeans. Of course he was big, she always had the instinct that Eddie Munson would not disappoint in this department.
“Easy, princess.” Eddie growled against her lips, dropping on his knees before her. “I have to give thanks to the valiant warrior that saved my mediocre existence from a certain death, remember?” His skillful hands rapidly unknotted the lace of her boots, removing them in a hurry. Once they were gone, as well as her socks, he planted a kiss on the sole of both of her feet. The act surprised Y/N by its deference and she shivered at the sight of a disheveled Eddie Munson, staring at her like she was a goddess. A pool of heat was forming in her underwear and she bit her lips, wordlessly calling Eddie to her. And he heard her. She refused to ask or to beg. She wanted to be in control but when she felt his hands casually finding their way to her thighs, she realized that this battle would not be an easy win. But fuck it. Defeat didn’t sound so dreadful now that Eddie was tantalizingly playing with the buttons of her jeans.
“For fuck’s sake, Munson!” She cried when he finally started to undress her, but always with a deliberately indolent pace. “If you don’t touch me now, I swear I’m going to leave you there and-“ She choked on her words. Without a warning, Eddie had ripped her panties from her body and parted her dripping fold with a single finger.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He panted, his face approaching her burning cunt. “Not when you’re so wet and warm and mine.”
Y/N did not had the strength to repress the moan that left her throat when she finally felt his tongue on her. She was no virgin, having already had a few boyfriends before, but this was different. Maybe it was because Eddie actually knew what he was doing, his tongue tracing unknown patterns on her velvety flesh. Maybe it was because he now lapped at her clit – fuck, she didn’t even had to help him find it - like a parched man. Maybe it was because he was genuinely enjoying the act, humming as Y/N bucked her hips, trying to create even more friction between his face and her slit.
“Patience, my dear.” Eddie chuckled at her eager reaction and he placed both of his hands of her hipbones to keep her still. His gentle pressure on her body was like electricity to Y/N. She gasped and, without thinking, her right hand let go of the sheets that she was clutching seconds ago to intertwine her fingers with Eddie’s. She acted on pure instinct and the look that he gave her, his boyish grin spreading to his soft dimples, made her shiver once more. She leaned her head back, muffling another moan as Eddie flattened his tongue on her core.
“Don’t.” He croaked between two feverish strokes and Y/N felt the vibration of his deep voice in every fiber of heir being. “Wanna hear you.” A kiss pressed on her thigh. “Want all of this shitty town to hear you.” Lips turned into teeth, kiss shifted into sting. “Let em’ know.” He was marking her, claiming her and the thought of her body carrying his print deepened the sudden wave of pleasure that shook her as she felt one of his fingers playing with the entrance of her cunt. “Let em’ know who got you drenched.”
“You’ll h-have to d-do b-better than that, Munson” Her back was arching so much that Y/N felt like she was on the verge of snapping. She thought she knew her body, how pleasure altered it but God, how wrong had she been. Because has soon as Eddie Munson swiftly introduced his forefinger into the blazing fire that was burning inside of her, nothing mattered anymore except him. “O-o-oh FUCK!”
Eddie chuckled against her sex and another finger joined the fun while he gently pressed a trail of sloppy kisses on the apex of her mount. “Better, princess?” But if Y/N sensed a touch of teasing, there was also a genuine warmth in his laugh and soon she was joining him in his merriment.
“Shit, Munson” The side of her face was pressed into the mattress, a mouth agape as her teeth pressed into her lower lip. The wave of euphoria that was threatening to take over her body sharper and sharper as Eddie persisting on making her feel in a way that had been unknown to her before this night. He was relentless, now three digits deep into her, curling them so that they could reach a very special spot that made Y/N feel like she might pass away from such pleasure. His tongue played with her clit with a ruthless dexterity and if the combination of the two hadn’t been enough, Eddie’s moans filled the air of the trailer, harmonizing with Y/N’s whimpers. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”
“Trust me, doll, you ain’t seen nothing yet” Eddie’s husky voice was breathy and there was a form of natural authority in his tone that sent Y/N over the edge. Suddenly, everything was too much as a shattering tide took over her. She couldn’t see anything, she could only feel and feel and feel as the delirium turned her sobs into a cry. She heard Eddie, whose lips were back to the flesh of her tights and Y/N would have been incapable of discerning if she was actually hearing his voice or simply feeling the vibration of his shout into her body, translating the sensation into words.
“Fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen – shit – never, never gonna touch another one after – oh you got more ?- after you.” His fingers slowly exited her and Y/N cried at the lost touch. She suddenly felt empty and without thinking, she took the hand that had spent the last minutes inside of her cunt and wrapped her lips around Eddie’s soaked fingers. There was a surprising bitterness in her juices but Y/N didn’t have the time to examine it. Bluntly, a scent of smoke descended upon her and Eddie replaced his fingers with his lips.
“Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever.” He smiled against her and Y/N slightly parted her mouth, welcoming his tongue with her own. This kiss was almost kind, and for a moment, it was as though time had stopped.
Y/N’s entire body was ablaze, blurry from the aftermath of what had surely been the most powerful orgasm of those eighteen years spent on earth. But still, she knew that the show was far from being over and that after giving so much, her partner was more than deserving of a little reward. With shaky hands, she slowly pull herself back in a sitting position, breaking the kiss so that her face would be perfectly situated in front of her new focus point : Eddie Munson’s clothed erection.
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Eddie felt like he was in a trance. In all honesty, he had imagined, dreamed about and even jerked to this scenario multiple times. Y/N Henderson, the bane of his existence and yet the object of all his desires, no matter how borderline pornographic they were, slowly unclasping his belt, her half-hooded gaze fixed on him as she began to undo his zipper. He could have creamed his pants at this very picture. But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.
She rolled down his jeans and boxer, leaving no room for imagination as his cock proudly stood, already leaking with pre-cum. He wanted her. God, he had wanted her for ages and he was just realizing it now. Eddie was beginning to comprehend that what he had mistaken for exasperation or annoyance was just pure desire. He sincerely believed that it was just anger that had made him dream about fucking Y/N on his Hellfire’s throne or in the back of his van or even against that damn wood table in the woods behind Hawkins High. But if Eddie Munson was angry when he was aggressively pumping himself to the thought of her bare ass against his pelvis, he was only angry at himself for not having the courage to actually do something about it. It could have been easy. Her little brother worshipped him, he didn’t need any excuses to hang out at her house and they even shared a couple of classes. But Eddie was convinced that Y/N would never see him in such a light. He had thought once that his attraction was one-sided, but boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
And like she was trying to prove his ignorance to him, Y/N slowly pressed her tongue on the palm of her dominant hand, licking it entirely and before Eddie could voice his surprise, this very hand was on his shaft and he was lost. There was no way he could go back to taking himself in hand now that he knew what it felt to have Y/N stroking his length, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed. The only that was missing was-
« Oh fuck-fuck-fuck. »
She had delicately wrapped her glossy lips around him and the sensation of ecstasy that was building inside him sharpened almost instantly. Her cock was gliding inside of her mouth, the tip finding its path all the way to her throat. She was taking him almost entirely and what couldn’t fit inside of her, she stroked it, leaving not one inch unattended.
« H-holy shit p-princess » He shuttered « Fuck, you got the face of a saint but the mouth of a-a - shit- a sinner. »
Y/N hummed with content and the vibration almost pushed Eddie to the edge. She parted her lips to speak but her hand refused to let go of his dick and her not-so-gentle ministrations continued.
« Wait ´till you see the rest of me. » she humored with a wink and before Eddie could jab back, she ran her tongue on his length, following the route of a particularly prominent vein on his underside. She was killing him. There was something unexpected about this, about the way she was seemingly enjoying this, finding pleasure in offering some to him. Eddie the freak Munson. Eddie the Banished. Eddie the idiot for whom she had been willing to risk her life. But now was not the time to dwell on the past, no matter how recent it was. A kiss, softly pressed at the base of his cock, brought Eddie back to a much more enjoyable reality. Y/N was alternating between stroking, licking and kissing every part of his being. She then engulfed him almost entirely and narrowed her cheeks, staring at him with a gleam that couldn’t let Eddie mistaken. She knew what she was doing. And she loved it.
« W-wait! Sweetheart, wait! » Eddie never thought that he would have to refrain his own hips from bucking into the mouth of a girl who was giving him what was definitively the best blowjob of his life (not that he had received that many, truth to be told). Y/N let him go from her lips with a distinct « pop! » and the gentle feeling of her shaky breath on his sensitive tip made Eddie shudder, again. « M’ never going to last if you keep doing that and tonight » He took her face between his hands, kneeling so that they were now both at the same level and he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. « I want to » His lips were now on her cheeks, barely touching them. « Finish » Her jaw was next, and the kiss always more tender « Inside » Then, her nose « Of you ». Eddie had saved Y/N’s lips for last and if the tone of his voice was teeming with lust, his mouth seemed to be carrying a devotion that was almost chaste.
“C’mere, pretty boy” Her inflection was but a murmur but the urge behind it was more pressing than if Y/N had shouted it. Eddie wasted no time, their kiss deepening while he towered above her frame, one hand finding its way on the back of her neck while the other grasped one of her thighs, maneuvering her so that she would lay underneath him on a bed that definitely would soon be adorned with new stains. “I’ll be good to you if you’re good to me.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” The metalhead chuckled, his nose pressed at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Y/N giggled at the touch and Eddie made a mental note to find new ways to make her laugh afterwards because this sound was like a symphony to his ears. “I believe you’ll find out soon enough” She tilted her head to him, capturing his lips with hers and the laugh became a moan. Gone was the tenderness, only existed the need for each other. Y/N’s hands were now traveling from Eddie’s shoulders to his lower back, her fingernails gently grazing the fabric of his shirt. Once at the hem, she pinched the clothing between her fingers and started to pull it up.
“Wait.” Eddie blurted, his word an echo of the scene that had taken place a few minutes before. Only this time, his hesitation was not related to an imminent orgasm but it was due to what Eddie could best describe as a form of reticence, modesty even. Y/N probably felt it because her hands were suddenly framing his face with care. “Are you okay?” She inquired, her voice barely a whisper. “Did I do something… wrong?” There was no accusation in her tone, only a sincere concern that made Eddie’s heart twitch.
“No-not at all, angel.” He hesitated, trying to find the right words to accurately describe to Y/N what was going on in that somewhat crazy head of his. “It’s just that-“ Again, he paused, biting his lips as if that would provide some sort of inspiration.
“Hey” Y/N murmured, one of her thumb tracing delicate circles against the skin of his cheek “That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, trust me sweetheart, I want to.” Eddie’s chuckle was almost a cry as he covered her hand with his. “I want you.” He pressed his lips into the palm of her hand, searching for courage in the subtle labyrinth of her lines. “I want you so much it’s actually driving me mad. But… But I’m afraid that you will not want me anymore if you see me without the shirt. You see, those fucking dermobats, they kinda took a few pieces of me before dropping dead. Like a little souvenir, y’know? Anyway, I was never picture perfect but now…” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I mean, those scars… They pretty bad.”
Y/N stayed silent for a moment and Eddie feared that he had ruined anything, like he always seemed to do, and that she would soon be running away from him. He didn’t dare to open his eyes, the hurt would be too intense if he saw the rejection in her eyes. Slowly, he felt her moving beneath him, removing her hands from his face and he flinched, preparing himself for the inevitable emptiness that would follow once she would have left the bed. But she didn’t push him away or wormed her way out. Eddie heard the distinct sound of fabric, he felt Y/N shifting and his curiosity got the best of him. He opened his eyes.
Y/N laid there, her shirt now on the floor of his bedroom. Naked. The perfection of her body left Eddie breathless. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy, but most of it had came from magazines or porn movies. It was nothing compared to the pure realness of seeing her bare in his sheets. The soft curve of her stomach, the oh so enticing prospect of her breasts, the freckles that seemed to form an entire galaxy on her body and… the scars.
“I’ve got my share of souvenir from the Upside Down, remember?” Her hand found his again, only this time she placed it on her side, where a rosy wound had taken place. Eddie wanted to slap himself for forgetting that she had been there. That she had fought with him. Not only with you, but for you, he pondered. “I found it happens when you basically save the world.” There was a humor in her voice that was contagious, and Eddie found himself smiling. “And truth to be told, I always thought scars were extremely sexy.”
“Oh, really?” He teased, marveling at how prodigious it as that she had shifted the tone of the conversation back to a playful, flirty exchange.
“Totally dig that shit.” Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Makes me feel like I’m about to fuck Aragorn.”
This time, Eddie couldn’t repress the burst of laughter that left his lips. Y/N joined him and in a minute, all of his inhibitions were forgotten. She, the girl of his (wet) dreams, was laying on his bed, naked, beautiful, comfortable enough to show her own scars to him and now she was making Lord of the Rings references? If there was a God up there, he was really on Eddie’s side.
“Well, in that case, can’t keep my Evenstar waiting, can I?” Eddie acted quickly, like he was ripping a band-aid off. Don’t think, just move. He tossed his shirt on the floor and winced at the feeling of his skin, bared and exposed. But before he could mumble any kind of apologies for his appearance, Y/N was pressing her mouth on his torso. With a gentle fever, she travelled across his damaged skin, pecking each of his flaws. She didn’t speak and Eddie was grateful for her silence, for he knew that she was conveying much more by her actions. She ended at the scar that was just below his left collarbone, where a creature had left a nasty scratch, disfiguring the tattoo of a demon that once spread there.
“Yup.” She hummed, almost as if she was speaking to herself. “Extremely sexy.” She pressed her nose in Eddie’s neck and the sudden intimacy of it was suddenly too much. He needed her, needed to be inside of her and his cock seemed to agree as it twitched against her. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips, quickly turning into a chuckle. “Is that Andúril in your pocket Munson, or you’re just happy to see me?”
“Jesus, Henderson, shut up!” Eddie giggled, shaking his head. There was no animosity in his voice, only warmth. And Y/N must have felt it as well, because she titled her head and with a wink, she simply answered “Make me.”
Their lips reunited once again, without a word. There was no need for it anymore, their bodies dancing in synchronicity, the constant caress of skin against skin resulting in a harmony of moans and whimpers. Eddie reached his hand to the nightstand, having still enough senses to remember that a condom would soon be necessary. Y/N stopped him, her grip gentle on his wrist.
“We don’t need to.” She smiled, and it was as if she was telling him a secret. “I’m on the pill.”
“Y-you sure?” Eddie almost choked, the thought of fucking her raw almost enough to make him burst like a schoolboy. Y/N lightly chuckled at his reaction, and she brought his hand back to her soaked cunt.
“I’m sure.” She whined as his fingers found the way to her clit. “Just fuck me Munson, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
Eddie didn’t need any other words of encouragement. He took himself in hands, gave his throbbing cock a few strokes and positioned himself at her entrance. He searched for a gaze and Y/N gave him a quick nod before he plunged into her warmth.
Time stood still. Mouths opened in unison, bodies so deeply intertwined that it was as though they had never been apart. The atmosphere shifted and when Y/N finally spoke, after what felt like a blissful eternity, she pleaded his name.
“Eddie.”
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Y/N realized as she spoke that it was the first time that she was calling him by his first name tonight, and the sheer intimacy of it made her gasp for air. He was everywhere. He had always been a part of her, like a seed planted in the soil of her being, that had grown unbeknownst and that now stood haughtily. She couldn’t escape it now, not even if she had decided to flee this bed, this bedroom, this city. He would follow her no matter where she went. He would know how to find her. It was too late. It was ecstatically too late.
“Eddie, please, move.” Y/N implored, desperate for more. He was so deep inside of her, and yet that was not enough. But what could be enough with him? Would she ever be satisfied?
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” Eddie groaned, pressing his lips against the flesh of her neck as he began to pull out, ever so slowly that Y/N felt like crying. “S-so tight and so wet and fuck baby, is all of that for me?” He slammed into her as the last word left his mouth and she sobbed instantly. He was even deeper now and it was like his cock was in her chest.
“S’all for you” Y/N rocked her hips against his pelvis, beginning a luscious dance. “Only for you, Eddie – shit, you’re so big, so good to me”
“M’never gonna last baby doll, fu-u-u-uck you’re clutching me so-o-o good, you’re such a good girl.”
The praise made her insane, years of searching for academic validation turned into a frantic urgency to please him, to make him say those words again. And Eddie clearly understood it by the way she moaned, head tilted backward, fingernails sinking into the skin of his back.
“Christ, does that turn you on?” His mouth was at her ear, lower than ever and yet louder than a storm. “You look insanely hot right now, makes me want to fuck you again and again and again.” He repeated, each word synchronized with his thrusts.
“Please” Y/N urged, on the verge of crying “Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
She couldn’t speak anymore after that. Words escaped her mouth like raindrops would flee from a thick cloud, begging to reach the ground. The pleasure was immense, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. His cock glided against the silky walls of her pussy with such swiftness, always crashing into that very special spot that made Y/N feel like she was about to inflame. She was grasping onto Eddie’s back with desperation, hunting for contact. His dick wasn’t enough, she needed to feel his lips on hers, she craved the touch of his hand on her neck, even the brush of his long hair, matted with sweat, against her skin was enough to make her howl.
“M’ almost there Eddie” Y/N cried as another wave of pleasure took over her, threatening to shatter her soul into a million pieces.
“I got you.” He pressed his thumb onto her clit, tracing excruciating circles against the blazing nerve. “M’ gonna make you cum, will you come for me sweetheart?”
“Oh fuck, yes, yes I will!” Hot tears sprung from her eyes but she felt no shame. She couldn’t be ashamed of how Eddie was making her feel, especially when he collected the drops with his plump lips, as if he was drinking the sweetest nectar. “Make me cum, please, Eddie. Wanna cum for you so bad.”
“Good girl” His thrusts became needier and the drenched sounds of his cock into her made Y/N moan with delight. “Christ, baby, you’re amazing, you know that? I can’t believe I get to fuck you, get to fill you up with my cum.”
“Fill me”” Y/N required in a growl “Mark me, make me yours.”
“You mine?” Eddie’s voice was peculiarly soft, a striking opposition to the rhythm of his body. “Cause I have to tell you, Y/N, I am yours.”
“Y-yes ! Yes, Eddie, I’m yours, I’m all yours!”
There was no point in denying it now. The truth laid bare and Eddie pulled Y/N against him for a kiss, somewhat tender despite the clash of tongue and teeth. Her vision blurred and a piercing flash of pleasure stroke her. She felt her walls clenching around Eddie’s dick, the juices of her orgasm wrapping him as he reached his own zenith a few seconds after her. He moaned her name and his dick twitched, his warm liquids painting the walls of her cunt. Their hips kept thrusting against each other, riding their common orgasm until the very end. They laid silent for a moment, once they had both given each other a taste of heaven. Eddie’s face was almost hidden in the crook of Y/N’s neck, still inside of her, his cock slowly softening. She was stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other.
“That was-” Eddie finally spoke but Y/N ended his sentence “- out of this world”
“I was gonna say ‘amazing’ but that works too I guess” He chuckled against her skin and slowly pushed himself up and out of her. She winced at his exit and he pressed tender kisses on her sweat-covered skin. “I know, babe. But I gotta clean you up now.”
Eddie swiftly jumped out of the bed and started rummaging through and old drawer. Y/N gazed at how the subtle muscles of his back moved, delicate pearls of sweat adorning his pale skin, dousing him in an opalescent glaze. He finally paused and with a “Aha! Found it!”, he turned around, revealing the clean towel in his hand. Eddie returned to the bed, positioning himself between Y/N thighs and started his gentle ministrations. He was focused yet devoted and Y/N smiled at the sight of his tongue pointing out of his mouth while he tenderly removed the remains of his juices from her warm skin. He looked adorable and as soon as Eddie had finished cleaning the both of them, she wrapped her arms against his neck to bring him close to her.
“C’mere” She softly demanded. “Wanna hug you.”
“You do?” He appeared to be genuinely taken aback by her request and Y/N nodded, slipping one of her legs between his thighs to further the embrace.
“I do.”
I do want to hug you.
I do want this to be more than a one-time thing.
I do want you.
There was a lot that she was trying to convey with those two words, but she lacked the courage, for now. Eddie seemed to understand it and he pressed her frame against his body. His mouth pressed soft pecks onto her temple and Y/N hummed with content, sleep finally taking over her body.
“I’d walk onto Mordor for you, you know.”
His voice was barely a whisper and for a second, Y/N thought that she had dreamed it. But it was real and it was now.
“I know.” She closed her eyes, unable to look at him before she spoke again “And I’d do the same for you.”
“Oh, love, I think you already did when you turned up to smash those fuckin’ bats, looking sexy as hell while telling me I was a fuckin’ idiot.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Y/N smiled against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. “I’d do it again. Even if you are a fuckin’ idiot.”
#eddie munson x female reader#eddie x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson angst#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson ff#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson x reader#stranger things smut#shakespearianne
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Even though I should draw out some of this stuff for my ship with Danger Planet, and I kinda talked a little about this in the past, I wanted to share more on how my sona and her whole dynamic with the cast from the pilot is like.
The Captain (the green hair human in the pilot) and my sona I think have the funniest dynamic since Captain is very straight forward and doesn’t mess around while my sona is very cautious and meek. So you have Captain who’s determined to get the baby from Danger Planet and Lift to safety (unless there’s another reason they never got to explain in the pilot since the baby was on a ship to earth to begin with, like why was this baby in space by itself anyways??) and while my sona is on board of wanting the baby safe and all, but with Captain being more aggressive about the situation, my sona is more gentle about it. Like Captain is implied to kick anyone’s ass if necessary and my sona would have to hold her back by because of this. But I like to think that even though they have their differences on how to handle things, they still make a good team and balance each other out. And the whole visual dynamic of them being tall and slim vs short and fat amuses me because Danger Planet and Lift kinda has that dynamic too. So all four of them kinda mirror each other in a way. Appearance and personality.
Which brings me to Lift for this part.
Lift is very monotone compared to both Captain’s anger and Danger’s wide eyed wonder. So with his dynamic with my sona, he’s the level headed one in the group while my sona is always on edge from being a perfectionist with her work and eventually worries about the baby’s needs to the point of asking if him and Danger needs anything for the baby.
And that’s where her relationship with Danger Planet comes into play.
Danger is naturally curious and clueless about humans. All he knows is that he was created to be play with due to being an arcade machine. One day when Captain reports on the two bots having the baby, my sona tags along to try to get the baby from them only to catch a crush on Danger Planet right away. She ends up finding herself feeling torn on allowing the two bots taking care of the baby or helping the Captain take the baby away. Danger of course is weary of my sona, knowing full well she works with the Captain, but also takes the advantage of their meetings to learn more about humans and any advice on raising the baby. So once in a while they allow her to help out since she’s the only one around with motherly instincts. And because she’s a mechanic, my sona repairs the two bots constantly due to the alien on the planet trying to get to the baby too. And with my sona having to fix up Danger more and more for the sakes of him being functional to look after the baby, the two find it more harder to be around each other because of this.
#I apologize this a lot#but I wanted to share#💬 chy chatter 💬#❤️ love machine ❤️#🕹️ danger planet 🕹️
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Did your crochet projects turn out the way you wanted? (Mine almost never do)
Also, who of the Ducks can crochet, and who is dying to learn and takes lessons from the one who knows, but ends up rage quitting and returning to try again and again because thEY WILL LEARN THIS DAMMIT THE YARN WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!?
(Hehe)
Most of the time they're not exact to the picture. However, I think that they generally have the same vibe as the pattern that I follow so I'm good with it. I don't really Like that some patterns have like the exact needle and thread you should use because I feel like that's kind of stifling creativity. Oftentimes I'll read that and go "Don't tell me what to do" and I'll do what I want anyways.
I don't know why but my first instinct for who knows how to crochet is Dean. I could totally see one of the Ducks trying to clown him about it he goes "yeah I crochet it. It strengthens your hands and builds hand-eye coordination dummy!"
With that being said I feel like the one who tries to do it but always quits because they can't figure it out is Julie. Julie is one of those people that's really good at a lot of things. So I don't think that she would be happy if something didn't work out her way. I could also see it being Adam but I don't think Adam would ever technically take up crocheting unless he had to. I say that because Adam is a perfectionist so he would try so hard to get it right. However, he is also very one track when it comes to minds so I don't think he would actually seek it out.
I could also see a Guy knowing how to crochet . He probably learned from his grandma. Guy is the type of person who says fuck gender roles. So he just kind of does what he wants.
Other than that I can't see any of the other ducks really trying it. Or actually doing it as a hobby maybe a few of them would try it as a one-off but not sticking to it just because it isn't there thing.
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Stay Still, Will You?
Fandom(s) - The Arcana
Pairing(s) - Asra Alnazar x gn!reader
Summary - You try to braid Asra’s hair but it proves to be difficult when he won’t stop squirming.
Warnings - Fluff, he/they pronouns for Asra, long haired!Asra, squint and you'll see perfectionist!reader (I'm projecting ik.)
Wordcount - 850+
A/N - Have this flash fiction because I replayed Asra's route and fell in love with him all over again. Also I'm bad at describing outfits so you don't get any details, just imagine it to be similar to his other formal outfits. The image below is not his costume, I just felt like this picture was appropriate. Hope you enjoy! If you do, please consider supporting me, love y'all.
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“Will you stop squirming so much?” you snap. The part of hair clasped between your fingers slipping and merging with the rest, fueling your irritation further.
You sigh as Asra stills, and focus on the braid you had been in the process of making. Locating the free end again, you carefully reach out to pluck it, clasping it gently between the pads of your forefinger and thumb.
Another rocky movement beneath you had you quickly loosening your grip on his hair to avoid tugging at the roots and ruining the tight and intricate work you had been at for fifteen minutes now.
“Asra!”
“I can’t help it. This stool is so stiff. It’s hurting my butt!”
You inhale deeply and straighten your posture. Trying to focus again, you separate the strands to their initial position and start twisting them under your fingers. You do that twice, before loosening one hand to section a segment from the side and twine it with the rest.
You were able to go only two segments far before Asra was twitching beneath you again, wriggling like a strand of fabric caught in the wind.
“Asra, honey, a couple more minutes,” you plead. “I just have to finish this one and then I’ll tie all three of them together, and then you can get up, hmm?”
The plastic stool he was sitting on while a beautiful shade of lime green with black rubber grips at the end, did not prove to be much efficient when the word ‘relaxing’ got involved. You had bought it from a local vendor in the marketplace for the main purpose of having a stable footstool to use when you both sometimes had to reach for things located on the higher shelves.
You pick up speed now, fingers weaving the hair more swiftly. A segment in the braid ends up a bit more slack than you would have preferred but you force yourself to avert your eyes, instead lasering your focus on the result of further manoevures of your hands.
A few minutes and you have reached the nape of Asra’s neck. A smile lifts your lips. The results were looking good.
You quickly pull the band loose from the other two braids and untangle a couple of segments from both to align them. Twisting, you reach out a hand to pick the bright new red rubber band Asra had purchased to go along with their outfit and tie their snowy hair together.
When you’re finished, you brush the hair gently one last time before patting your lover on the shoulder.
Asra looks up, boldly lined eyes meeting yours.
“We done?” they question, leaning their head back and resting it against your thighs.
“Yes,” you whisper, shuddering as you feel the freshly-made ponytail shift against your leg but are still unable to pull away from his captivating violet eyes. They glitter at you – mischievous with a glimmer of tenderness as if you were his quintessential world materialized; his hope, his dreams, and all of his love.
Asra hums, a deep rumble that you feel reverberate through you. Their hand reaches up to your jaw, gently pulling you down to touch their lips with yours. You swallow your instinctive moan, relishing in the softness of their kiss, the moment seemingly eternal.
You pull back and grasp the hand resting against your neck, pressing an affectionate kiss against his palm as Asra flashes you a dazzling smile.
He gets up after, hands immediately reaching back to his rear end with a groan. “Numb. Definitely numb.”
You chuckle, getting up yourself to gather all the brushes and bands strewn about and walk over to the vanity to dump them. You’ll organize it later.
When you turn back, Asra is gently slackening their hair to reduce the pressure on their scalp. You had styled their hair into three dutch braids that coalesced into a fountain held together by the band you had tied. Their baby hair framed their forehead, some curling past their temple and enhancing the sharp angles of their face.
“Do you like it?” you ask softly, tilting your head, coming to stand behind him.
Asra’s eyes flutter to you in the mirror.
“I love it,” he replies, turning around to face you. His outfit for the Summer Solstice Festival was snug against his body, shades of buttery yellow and tangy orange peppered with ivory and sparkling red contrasting magnificently with his striking purple eyes.
His arm snakes around your wrist to pull you closer, chest brushing with yours. He was so beautiful; warm brown skin smooth under your fingers, eyes shimmering with the festive spirit of the summer solstice’s arrival, and a smile constantly adorning his lips.
“Thank you,” they murmur, lifting one of your hands to press a kiss against your knuckles.
You grin at him, heart skipping with passion when suddenly, he spins you away, compelling a giggle out of you as your vision swims joyfully.
“Now, lets leeave before we miss the parade and all your hard work goes to waste.”
Pulling you back in with a flourish, he tugs you to the door with a laugh of his own.
With the shining sun above you, your visages were nothing but two streaks of love and glee.
#asra x reader#asra alnazar x you#asra alnazar x reader#darkly and divinely written#asra x you#asra alnazar x y/n#asra alnazar#asra#the arcana asra
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just right [goldilocks general headcanons] 🐻🍯
(art cred to Zac Retz)
cw; some angst but that's about it :^
author's note; Sorry this took so long! 🙇♀️ ty to those who waited
General
From what can be seen in the movie, I definitely perceive Goldi as someone who doesn't have much sense of belonging as an orphan and in a family of literal bears and actively searching for a connection with someone she can highly relate with. She's seemed to yearn for normalcy for years and part of me thinks a small part of her is insecure, comparing her life to the stories of what "just right" or "happily ever after" seems to be.
As the perfectionist I interpret her as, it would be reasonable for her to reach out to these conventional standards for families as the right way to do things– in the process ignoring what she had right in front of her. Despite the amount of conventional social norms in fantasy she breaks just being herself, I assumed she clinged onto the family ideal as a way of coping as an orphaned child.
Dreaming of the perfect family, and this feeling of everything being just right all the time…when in reality families aren't truly like at all. I think that's what she learned in the film's ending. But anyways enough analysis of Goldi and her behaviors– onto the headcanons!
- She refuses to let anyone touch her hair but herself and sometimes Mama Bear due to trust issues.
- Continuing on the topic of hair, with the amount of curls on her head it knots up easily. Every night she has to brush out curls that are tangled together.
- She styles her hair primarily out of convenience because her hair gets too wild when it's down and makes it hard to see or do things (part of me thinks her current hairdo is a product of her having too much hair to put into two buns and improvising)
- Very acrobatic as can be seen in the scene of her climbing on the bears
- Many kids were scared of Goldi when she was younger because she tended to get into fights and played rough (always been a biter)
- Goldi just seems like a picky eater to me, very particular about what she eats
- With her need for things to be "just right", Goldi is a definite perfectionist when it comes to many things as I've mentioned above in my analysis
- She has a habit of not asking for help when it's needed (Probably due to her having to become pretty independent from a young age)
- I believe she already had a bit of a criminal record and was a street urchin before meeting the bears, so I bet she's a pro at pickpocketing by now
- Smells like grass and honey with a hint of bear, which is surprisingly comforting
- Has a habit of correcting people when they speak about her interests (totally not projecting )
- Likes messiness but in an organized way if that makes sense-
- A very stubborn person!!!!
- Goldi loves fantasy stories, has a stash of them in her room (her taste changed a bit as she got older though so while I believe she's still a sucker for fairytales, she also likes a good novel on pirate adventures at the moment)
- When playing games she can be both a sore loser and winner 💀
- Let's be honest, Goldi is competitive...to a really high degree. She can make anything into a competition-
- Concerningly good hearing, the type of person who'll hear you whisper something across the room
- Secretly pretty good at drawing, but Goldi never talks about it because she never thinks her drawings are good enough to her ridiculous standards
- idk why but I feel like she'd really like sea shanties and idk why (pirate obsessed goldi???)
- Really protective of the bears, especially Baby– just those older sister instincts ifykyk
- Why do I feel like she'd just be a big fan of apple flavored stuff-
- I get sapphic vibes from her idc what anyone says! (I'm writing gn reader for her but still >:D)
- Along with that I feel like if Goldi truly found someone she thought of as cool she'd try to play it cool but stumble over her words the second they compliment her (gay panic for the winnn)
- Seems like the type to unknowingly ramble about stuff she's passionate about (those people>>>>>)
- Tries her best to hide vulnerability as she's someone who sorta views vulnerability as weakness when it comes to herself
- From their interactions, it's safe to say Goldi's closest to Mama Bear
- Part of me thinks Goldi tried for years to imitate the bears when she was younger, trying to be one of them so they could be somewhat of a "real family"' (But when it wasn't working out the way she hoped, Goldi just began wishing for a human family– maybe even her biological parents)
- Very well read, and knows alot of fun facts despite keeping it to herself
- She's really good at climbing trees and hunting, looking at where the bears live it's safe to assume they live off the land around them
- Never has her hair down around other people (it's embarrassing in her as bc it's so messy)
- A horrible singer but knows it, and loves to sing because of how much it annoys others around her (finds it funny)
- That walking stick she has, I think it may have been a gift from Papa Bear (he just has the vibe of someone who widdles/carves things idk why)
- Goldi definitely tried archery before (kinda gives me Merida from Brave vibes so...yeah)
- Stronger than she looks, I don't care what you say Goldi has some muscle to her
- Forgets her own strength occasionally and accidentally broke a few things because of it
- I feel like she makes her own clothes, they just seem handmade
- Very random, but Goldi does parkour, urban climbing, or both
- Goldi's favorite color is definitely always changing around, one day it's orange and then another day it's purple– just seems like the type of gal to appreciate vibrant colors
- Definitely has loads of random shiny trinkets she's stolen in a box
- As an older sister, I definitely know that Goldi and the family are the only ones allowed to insult Baby, as that's how they show love- if anyone else did it they're asking for a fight
- She's not touchy in a conventional way, instead opting to playful wrestling and things of the such to show physical affection at first (lowkey a softie for hugs in secret tho)
- Not the best at opening herself up, Goldi always seems to be a bit guarded so it definitely takes her quite a while to warm up to people
- Winter is her least favorite season because that's hibernation time, aka the time where she feels the most alone
- Because despite how much of a front she puts up sometimes, she loves her family with her entire heart and is highly affected by the sudden quietness that fills their home
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daily reflection: nov. 17th ❤︎
whoops, i didn't post my to-do lists or check-ins this week, but that is okay! my usual instinct is to give up and restart when i don't do something perfectly, but the whole point of documenting my self-improvement journey is to break the habits that don't serve me. i'm in the early stages of trying out this blog and it's okay to make mistakes, and i'm going to avoid the perfectionist loop by posting what i wrote up for the 17th of november! 🥰 it was a really successful day for my mental health and so i want to document it. here is what i wrote a few days ago:
accomplishments:
today i primarily focused on my social health, and i absolutely killed it!! it's actually making me tear up writing this reflection. i am currently dipping my toes into meeting new people, rekindling old friendships, and loving myself enough to show up as myself, which is my absolute biggest hurdle in my self-love journey due to my own trauma and life experiences. wonderfully, the successes i have had so far in trying to be myself and pushing through my fear and shame have been SO rewarding, which only encourages me to keep going and reminds me that it is safe to try! one of my most wonderful manifestations right now is manifesting my dream friend group where i feel loved and also have FUN, since i have had very low standards for friendships in the past. i kept receiving the message of "being true to myself" this week, and i set the intention that i was going to try to be my bestest, silliest, most authentically neurodivergent self no matter how hard it was. so many beautiful things have happened since setting that intention, and here are the results from just yesterday:
i hung out with my sister for an hour or two (which doesn't take energy for me, she is my best friend and the person i wish to base all of my future friendships off of!! c':) and even though i was nervous and apprehensive, we went to hang out with her theatre friends before their show that evening. i decided to try being authentically me despite the fear of being judged, and not only were they super lovely and fun, they also laughed at my jokes and made me feel very valued for being there! i felt really grateful to have that experience, and grateful to myself for giving it a try.
i hung out with my friend "ac" at their house for a bit while we got ready for a show, and it was really nice to see them again! i had been feeling a bit bummed about our friendship lately because they had been treating me in a way that felt pretty triggering, but i reconnected with the law of assumption and realized that it was because i expected them to show up that way, which helped me heal my relationship with them a little.
we went to pre-game at their partners house, though i wasn't drinking. i met several new people, and they were all so sweet and nice! instead of feeling lonely that i was a new person being introduced to a very longstanding friend group, i chose to ask those at the house party questions about their friend lore (lol) and was my sweet and silly self. i found myself laughing along to things i didn't find funny and not really enjoying myself, which ended up being helpful; instead of listening to the internal voice that often says "you'll never find your friends," i was able to witness the voice and reply with, "you're trying new things, and you're learning about your preferences; how beautiful is that!" i was really proud of myself for this witnessing and not-shaming, and i did end up having quite a few wonderful conversations after that. i was able to see that the situation was not black and white, and that there can be multiple perspectives per experience!
i had a negative interaction with someone i knew there that made me feel embarrassed because of the way they responded to me. instead of internalizing it, i remembered that real friends wouldn't make me feel that way, which was another win for connecting with my authentic self despite the fear!
i made a new friend who i had never met before which was so, so beautiful! we talked about vocal stims and musical theatre karaoke lmao it was so great, i felt really accepted by them and it was just such a treat to hang out and laugh with them! it's so nice to meet new people you instantly feel connected to, and, again, was proof that by being my purest self, i will meet the people i connect with.
at the venue, i put on my massive ear-protectors because i am very overstimulated by sound, and it was just so comforting to know that none of my friends there in the big friend group were judging me. it was safe to do what i had to do; in fact, it was celebrated!
anyway, i'm feeling really positively about my social experiences today. it was the biggest part of my day and i feel proud of myself for overcoming my biggest fears. it's so funny to me that my body reacts to seeing a friend the same way it would react if i was being attacked by a lion; the nervous system is a funny thing, but i'm glad it wants to keep me safe!
other accomplishments:
i didn't cancel work even though i really, really wanted to. i showed up and did my job, which shows that i can trust myself to get things done when i need to!
improvements to make:
i need to set clear goals so that my days are easier to navigate, because without clarity i wander pretty aimlessly with the time i have. i will improve this by getting specific about my dreams and desires, and planning my days accordingly!
woo! kind of a long and rambly post today, but it's alright, it's important for me to document. hope everyone is doing wonderfully and taking care of themselves the best they can!
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3 Writing Tips I Actually Use (And Give to My Students)
We all hear tons of advice, but how much is used by the advisor? In this blog post, middle grade author, teacher, and NaNo Camp Counselor Lisa Stringfellow offers 3 pieces of advice that she gives to her student...and actually uses.
Kids sometimes have the attitude that adults tend to give advice that they don’t follow themselves, and they're often right. “Do as I say, not as I do” is a saying that too often rings true. As a classroom teacher who is now an author, it was only a matter of time before one of my students asked me that all-important question: “Do you use any of the tips that we’ve talked about in class in your own writing?”
During the virtual launch of my debut middle grade fantasy A Comb of Wishes, dozens of my students joined me on Zoom and this question floated up through the chat like a challenge. They knew that I had started my novel as a NaNoWriMo project way back in 2013, and that I had written and revised the manuscript over several years. But in that public forum, they wanted to know the truth–and I was ready with an answer!
Here are three tips that I give with my middle school students AND actually use myself in my writing:
Take Risks…Don’t Judge
I share these words from author Julie Danneberg every year with my students before NaNoWriMo begins: “If you believe that everything you write must be good, you won’t be willing to write something bad. And if you aren’t willing to write something bad, then you won’t risk experimenting with something new, or playing around in a new way with something old.” Writers can be perfectionists and we are often our harshest critics. The problem is that ideas don’t flow from our brains, out our fingers, and onto the page polished and ready for publication. Nothing inhibits creativity, divergent thinking, and risk-taking more than premature self-judgment. There’s a reason “ban the inner editor” is a hallmark of NaNoWriMo. Let the words flow and be kind to yourself. Everyone’s first draft is…well, bad!
Finish First!
There is a time for revision, but that time is not until the writing is done. Even the most experienced writer has to put aside the urge to polish until they get all the words out. Otherwise, you can wind up in an endless cycle of revising and never get to the end of the draft. Sometimes, revision can be a form of procrastination. You don’t know what to write next, so you go back over what you’ve already written. A better plan–skip to the next part where you DO know what to write. No one said we have to write in order. Leave a comment or note about what needs to be added later, and keep plugging away.
Give Yourself Time
When we finish a piece of writing, our first instinct might be to go back to the beginning and start revising immediately. STOP! A better strategy is to put the piece aside. Depending on any deadlines or due dates, it might be for just a day, but if possible, a week or more is ideal. When working on something intently, time and mental distance can be our biggest ally in making revisions that matter. I often put aside my work for two weeks or more before coming back to it. What that gives me is the ability to look at it as a reader, and not the writer. Fresh eyes allow me to think about structure, language, and other elements of my work more critically.
Wrap Up
Moving from English teacher to author has shifted my perspective on writing and the creative process. If writing is a sport, I am no longer the fan trying to ref the game from the stands; I’m an athlete on the field. My students? They’re playing right beside me. Read your work aloud, Find other writers with whom to share your work. We can share with each other pieces of writing advice that come from trial and error and the process of creating something we’re proud of.
Lisa Stringfellow writes middle grade fiction and has a not-so-secret fondness for fantasy with a dark twist. Her debut fantasy A Comb of Wishes was selected as an ABA Indie Introduce Kids and Indie Next Kids title and is a 2022 Horn Book and Today Read With Jenna Jr. summer reading selection. A middle school teacher for over 28 years, she is passionate about engaging students in their learning through authentic writing experiences, such as the NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program. Lisa lives in Boston, Massachusetts, with her children and two bossy cats.
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Publication Date: February 8, 2022
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best creature
This one I struggled with. A lot. But since the point of this challenge is for me to fight my perfectionist instincts, I present to you my attempt at making up for yesterday's hurt.
Read on AO3.
fandom: Bartimaeus Trilogy
rating: teen
pairing: light bartnat
day 1 - day 3 - day 4 - day 5 - day 6 - day 7
Day 2 — best creature
A column of smoke. A pyramid of slime.
A prowling lioness. A dying frog.
Nathaniel never knew what today would entail with Bartimaeus. Their first meeting he’d donned a volcanic eruption as though it were a king’s cloak, two golden coins glinting wildly in impenetrable smoke. Fitting that Bartimaeus had grown more solid in the guises to come. A blue-beaked crow, for there always must be a distinguishing feature. A gargoyle built like a tank, withstanding bullets like they were made of cotton. Never a lion, he’d insult and discount manes on the daily if left unchecked—especially Nathaniel’s, at fourteen.
Bartimaeus, who couldn’t go near silver without melting, bearing silver plumes in a serpent’s body. Bartimaeus, who’d claimed to know the secrets of the woman mind, exaggerating Kitty Jones’s features to fluster John Mandrake. Bartimaeus, who assiduously spoke of human fragility, speaking of his conversations with Solomon and Gilgamesh.
Bartimaeus, the Egyptian boy, the love of a sculptor.
And yet to smoke he returned. Although his true form could not be classified as neither liquid nor gas, it was essence that Mandrake last saw of him on that day. Essence that consumed his mind with a rush of memories, random asides, a world of quips and, in the end, a blatant lie.
But Nathaniel saw a lot more of Bartimaeus after that. After all, he could never stay away—Bartimaeus had told him as much. And he had a bone to pick with said djinni.
Being an overachiever, Nathaniel didn’t simply prod at the matter at hand. No, he applied himself. He prodded and pushed—positively excavated a deeper hole than the one Bartimaeus had dug for himself and promptly jumped in, leaving them no way out. There was the famed stubbornness that had saved him from the brink of death, and sustained his very healthy memory, despite what Bartimaeus thought, because he had “absolutely not said I’ve grown to love you, thank you very much”.
This was said with a mix of fake amusement and incredulity. Buzzing and restless as always. Form flickering at the edges of his human guise—strange, for a djinni who’d claimed to abhor every second living in one. But Nathaniel could relate. It seemed wrong to face him now after the intimacy of what they’d shared—of what they’d presumed would be a point of no return. It seemed as wrong being without Bartimaeus in his ear—in his mind—as having him there upending the organized shelves of his brain.
Yet here they were in their never-ending circles, and there was no line Nathaniel wasn’t ready to cross. This, he knew, wasn’t like him, but skirting death had a way of altering one’s psyche. There were no more peers left to impress, no pressing duties forced on him, only the earnest Nathaniel his best djinni had first met.
“I said you weren’t a total oaf.”
“Inspired.” Nathaniel took another step, not missing the way Bartimaeus’s guise first blurred and then seemed to grow a few millimetres. Like a trapped lion cub. “Thought you could confess and run, did you? Arsehole.”
And from the arsenal of Bartimaeus’s famed quips, he retrieved, “Shut up.”
Nathaniel smiled his first genuine smile. “Make me.”
#bartprompts23#bartimaeus trilogy#bartimaeus sequence#bartimaeus#nathaniel underwood#fanfiction#drabble#i tried okay#tomorrow is another day full of caffeine
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nurture over nature
a/n: i've been in a clone phase for. two days. and as much as i love bishop i always think an og clone is fun, and ava sharpe is mommy issues coded. so... mommy issues with the scientist who created you with her own dna? sure. this scene is basically a rewrite of some scene in 'silence of the sonograms', but i haven't watched it in a while, so some of it is off the dome.
Seeing herself in another person was not a new experience for Ava. However, every time felt like it.
Unlike the AVA clones she’d seen, Dr. Evelyn Sinclair was not an exact replica. She was older, a look into her future. Her greying blonde hair was cut short into a flattering bob. She was still in the clothes she’d fabricated for herself, a pair of smart slacks paired with a blinding shirt that belonged more in Behrad’s closet than hers. And her eyes- they were amber brown instead of blue, a simple change that seemed jarring. All the AVAs had shared her eyes, but those brown eyes seemed to stare right into her soul.
But Ava wouldn’t let that distract her, arms crossed as she assessed the scientist that had created her. Not just crafted her, had used her own DNA to perfect her line of clones. She hadn’t put much thought into meeting her maker, literally. Yet, she thought it would be under better circumstances.
“You know, I always liked the Bossy AVAs the best,” Dr. Sinclair told her. “Remind me of myself.”
Ava forced a chuckle. “Don’t all of them remind you of yourself?”
“Well, it does get strange to be surrounded by versions of you. But you get over that hurtle once you decide to start making clones. But you, and the other Bossy AVAs, are more like me than any of the others.” She smiled. “Detail-orientated. Perfectionists. Like to take charge.”
“That sounds more like a horoscope than a compliment.”
“Then think of it differently.” Dr. Sinclair stood up, coming close to the barrier. The raised platform and her heels made her seem to tower over her, arms folded behind her back. The recognition of the stance gave Ava goosebumps. “The board tried to tell me no one wanted to be bossed around by a clone. Especially not a clone who was a woman. They said, keep it domestic. They said, people want caring, nurturing clones. Military grade if you must, but no one ‘bossy.’ Not the word ‘bossy.’” She sighed. “But I persisted, and obviously, there you are.”
She hadn’t come in here to ask how she’d come to fruition and now, regretted it. “Is that why you came here? To check up on your pet project?”
Dr. Sinclair blinked, looking genuinely shocked. “Well, no. When I said you Bossy AVAs were the most like me, I meant it. Domesticity, nurturing, caring-” She laughed. “Those instincts don’t come natural to me. It has to be programmed into the ones created for that purpose.”
Ava left her throat tighten. “Just those?”
“No one wants their boss to be their mother, dear. Nor their- wife, or their nanny. All business.” Before she could spiral, Evelyn locked her eyes with Ava’s, softening at the corner. “You girls- women- are the closest thing I had to family. And now, the rest of my daughters, your sisters, are gone.” She shrugged. “I had nowhere else to turn.”
To her, being a clone had always felt like having no family. Sure, she had Sara, and she had the Legends, but her whole past had been a lie. Her parents had been actors. Hearing it like that - the idea of having so many sisters and a mom, even if it wasn’t the conventional sort. “That’s what you’re looking for. Family?”
With a smile, Dr. Sinclair said, “You understand.”
“I think.”
She rapped on the barrier of the brig. “And yet, you still keep me in here.”
“Well, for the safety of the ship and all,” Ava said, walking towards the other end of the brig. “You’re family, but you’re also family that cloned and kidnapped my fiance.”
“Can we let bygones be bygones?” Evelyn asked as she followed her steps. “I know I didn’t make the best first impression on my future daughter-in-law-”
“By cloning and kidnapping her,” she repeated.
“-But I want a second chance,” she continued. “That’s all.”
“Didn’t you say this nurture thing doesn’t come natural to you?” To us, her brain corrected.
“That’s why I want to give it a try. I didn’t give my daughters the due when they needed it. I have a chance to- to try it again.”
Ava closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “We can’t let you out.”
“Fine. Then I’ll just have to do my best to mother from in here,” Evelyn declared.
“I don’t need you to mother me.”
“Then what do you need?” She cocked her head. “Wedding advice? Oh, I know you like to plan things.”
“Because of my clone line or because of you?”
“A little bit of both. I’ve never planned a wedding, it might be fun.”
Ava sighed. Now that it was brought up, it was impossible to unbring up. And that was something you did with your mom, right? Planned a wedding? “Fine. Let me grab my binder.”
Hell, if showing someone her wedding plans was the key to getting the reason they were really here, it was a sacrifice she’d make.
#alli writes shit#legends of tomorrow#ava sharpe#this is extremely self-indulgent and for a small audience#but i am nothing if not an agent of chaos#i needed a break from power payback n i found it in this
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twst characters who would 100% let you paint their nails
bc i just did my nails and they look vvv pretty and im vvv happy abt it!!!
all platonic
First off Cater- super obvious answer. I feel like he paints his own nails a lot, and he likes to hang out with his friends (his love language has to be quality time <333). He sees painting each others nails as something fun to do, as well as a way to destress after a long day!! He also likes just chatting and talking about the latest news of Nrc!!
I was thinking all three of Savanaclaw,,, but realistically the smell of nail polish would be too strong for them :((( Jack might let you use press ons (yknow,,, the kind that are like stickers that you just roll on?) I think hed be used to his younger sister doing his nails anyways
Floyd!! He is also one who enjoys quality time, and he finds the things humans do to change their appearance interesting! I think he would get a little impatient when it has to dry (dont we all?) but he would sit still for most of it! He’ll even repay the favor and do yours in return! They turn out really well, until he tries to draw little pictures on them,,,
Kalim! He is another one who likes hanging out with people, and he definitely has painted his nails before (either gotten them done professionally, did them himself, or one of his younger siblings did them!) He wouldn’t have a hard time sitting still, but he is very expressive when he speaks, so you might want to keep the conversation calm so he doesnt instinctively wave his hands around (i am also a hand talker and my friends have had to do the same to me,,,)
Room, out of everyone in Pomefiore! Vil cares too greatly, and is too much of a perfectionist, and Epel would straight up turn you down if you asked (maybe will give in with a little bit of persuasion,,,). Rook sees everything as art, and he cherishes the way you paint his nails and the time you two spend together!
Idia and Ortho would, with Idia being a little hesitant. He doesnt take the best care of himself, so as a result his nails are unkempt and would require some cleaning before you paint them,, both of them enjoy it! (Idia because he likes the way it makes his hands look, and Ortho because his brother got off his computer and because he also enjoys how they look on his hands! (does he even have fingernails?))
Malleus, Lilia, and Silver would all let you paint their nails! Malleus would just be happy to be included in a human activity, finding the colors and designs you put on them to be interesting! He also enjoys the little talks you two have while doing it. Lilia has been painting his nails for a while, so he gives you free reign to do whatever colors and patterns you would like! His hands and nails are very pretty and easy to work with, so it’s nice for the both of you! Silver is indifferent, also another one who doesnt take very good care of his hands due to constant training. It relaxes him quite a bit, and he finds it easier to talk when youre both focused on something else (you painting his nails, and him watching)
Sam would 1000% let you paint his nails, and will paint yours in return! He enjoys how it looks, and he likes spending time with his favorite not-sibling (i hc sam to have an older sister [he gives off super younger brother vibes], so he really enjoys getting to act like the older brother for once!) He asks you how school is, if anyones bothering you,,, his friends on the other side even help (can you paint their nails too?)
Chenya would too, good luck catching him first! You get to paint three nails and then he disappears, only to reappear when you put the brush down! You end up getting four out of ten nails, and more paint on his arms than anywhere else!
Neige would also enjoy it, letting you pick the colors and designs. Since you go to different schools, he cherishes every second that you two spend together, also asking you how things are back at NRC
Najma would, IF she gets to brag to her older brother about it. I dont think she would every other time, since I think both Viper siblings like to have a certain look to them and have control over their appearances,,, otherwise, you get to paint her nails as long as she can “accidentally” call Jamil in the middle and also if she can pick what colors and designs she wants. She will do yours before hers
MARJA FELMIER!!! She works with her hands a lot, but no matter what she loves spending time with her not-grandchild! You want to paint her nails? Sure! Wanna bake? Okay! Wanna go chop some wood? Absolutely!
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Hi guys.
This is hard for me to do, but I think I’m going to be ending this blog, or at least taking an extended break. I’ve been doing this for seven years and I’ve watched hundreds of bad movies, and my perfectionist instincts want to cover the Gizmoplex movies too, but this is no longer as much fun as it used to be. Blogging is something I do as a hobby, not something I make money at, and it shouldn’t be a chore, especially since if I’m not having fun writing reviews then you won’t have any fun reading them. So before this becomes something I groan at doing every time, I think I’m going to have to sign off. At least for a while.
Keep circulating the tapes.
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Hello hello!! I was wondering if I could request a romantic matchup for Obey Me, if you're ok with that of course.
I'm a trans man (he/him), demisexual and bisexual, I'm an INFP-T and a Cancer sun + Virgo moon. I see most people describe me as kind and gentle, and I do my best to be a good support, sort of the "mom friend". Though I also tend to be overly critical of myself and others, though I try to keep my thoughts to myself. I'm also a bit of a perfectionist, I get burnt out of things if I'm not immediately good at them, and I like having a daily schedule I keep to.
I love drawing, sewing, crocheting, baking and sometimes reading. I like repetitive tasks with a high reward, so I really enjoy hand stitching and shiny hunting in pokemon. I also enjoy journaling out my thoughts, and in past relationships I've often written out my own short poetry and sent them to my partner when I've been thinking about them.
I get nervous around loud people and big crowds. I like staying home most of the time, as that's where I'm most comfortable. Though I do like quieter places like cafe's, libraries and walking in the woods. I struggle with anxiety and ptsd, so in a relationship I need to feel safe and seen/heard, I wouldn't do well with someone untrustworthy or emotionally cold.
I think my biggest love language is words of affirmation, though I also highly value quality time and physical touch. I'm not very big on gift giving, as I don't really see the need for it since my partner would be all I need, really. I'm not the best conversationalist, but I do my best to make sure my partner knows I'm there for them, and I want to be reassured that they're there for me as well.
Appearance wise, I'm about 5'3" in height. I have a tannish skin tone close to Mammon's, I have short curly hair which is colored dark brown, and I have medium brown eyes. I often dress in dark academia fashion.
Some things I like: animals, high fantasy (like d&d), collecting gemstones and stationary, the colors green and yellow, pokemon but especially the pokemon that often get overlooked like maractus, dark chocolate, vanilla cake, tea of any kind, iced mochas
I don't think there's many things I outright hate, but I don't like playing scary games or watching horror movies, and I'm allergic to long haired cats but still love them anyways.
I apologize for getting to this so late! Just so much has been going on for me, nonetheless I wish to grant you a matchup of an Obey Me creature! Is demon, angel, or man? Let’s go check it out!
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I match you with…
Solomon!
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Hear me out, humans aren’t all that bad. Just the majority of us suck. Imagine living with humans like that for thousands upon thousands of years. Solomon is problematic at best and disastrously devilish at worst, not someone you’d initially want to date after hearing and first meeting said sorcerer. But I promise, it’s a beautiful slow burn romance~. All the trials and tribulations you’ll go through together and become more united than the jumbling mess he first left you in
He may not immediately show it off, but he’s definitely is heartfelt and emotionally connected to himself, but not very well with others before you arrived in the Devildom. I’m pretty sure, hun, first talking to you required nabbing your phone and talking to you to get on Lucifer’s nerves (spoiler: it worked very well). I bet, since your mom friend instincts kicked in, you knew he was instantly bad news. It took the second year of the exchange through texting after the first year ended to finally end up with this guy. He’s far too complicated for his own good to be matched up with him immediately, but eventually (with a little help from Asmo mostly because he was done watching you two squabble with all that potential love in the air without being recognized also everyone else was begging him to finally get his Masters together) you come together and form a new relationship that you navigate not so seamlessly, but it’s with him
You both are into a lot of the same things, especially after you introduced him to some of your favorites like Dungeons and Dragons (spoiler: explain it’s a board game to Lord Diavolo next time you try to bring it up after the last disaster and how Lucifer still isn’t over it) and general high fantasy related things, it allows Solomon to incorporate its odd methodical challenges into his experiments. He loves gifting you gemstones, but he likes to turn them into little hide and seek games with the gemstones every time he does get you one, makes it much more interesting and fun for the two of you
It’s canon: never let this man make you anything, and I mean ANYTHING. Your shady sorcery man can make purple soup without the food coloring purple. Just tell him you favorite restaurant to get said food, trust me, you will not get far in teaching this man to even use a coffee maker. Rumors have it that he once made the coffee maker at school to float up and away from him, the Little Ds had to go retrieve it because it was stuck on a chandelier
The immortal being we call Solomon is not all that wise. Emotionally speaking, he’s still trying to reconnect to something he’s detached himself for anyone else other than a select few for thousands of years. So of course, he’s slow to know your emotional needs right away, but he’s not stupid to not see your obvious tells. He just didn’t know what they mean at first, so his first reaction is to poke and prod. He’s just that curious, not actively trying to make it worse, but that is unfortunately where it’ll head to first. Don’t worry though, he’ll develop and method that works for the best for many scenarios after he causes this whole fiasco. I mean, every location scenario when you’re coming down hard in the feels? He’s got at least three default plans to try so you’re not feeling so terrible anymore
Solomon tries very hard to keep your love and good side, though he’s not very good at it at first. But he believes you’re his piece he has been missing for thousands of years. His teasing yet mischievous loving nature has you falling head over heels for the shady wizard. He feels grateful for withstanding trials and tribulations for your relationship to flourish into the beautiful magic he couldn’t recreate even if he tried
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And follow ups are:
Simeon
And
Satan
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Surprise update! I’m so bad with consistency! With bunches of love, that’s all folks!
~Fox
#obey me#obey me! shall we date?#obey me solomon#obey me shall we date#obey me shall we date solomon#solomon#obey me matchups#obey me shall we date matchups#obey me simeon#obey me shall we date simeon#ob solomon#ob simeon#obey me!#obey me satan#obey me shall we date satan#ob satan#simeon#satan
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neptune, descendent, virgo, sagittarius? big love 💜💜💜💖💖💖
SAMMY ty for the ask!!!!
neptune - are you a rational or intuitive person?
HMMM i think i tend toward intuitive but there usually ends up being rationality behind it?? i have pretty good pattern recognition skills that feel intuitive.
maybe the most accurate answer is "rational disguised as intuitive" lmao
descendent - what kind of people do you usually attract?
this is a hard question HMM i feel like usually creative, intelligent people on the positive side. i enjoy a variety of kinds of art and i think bc of that i attract similar-minded people. i also don't rlly tend to take a lot of bullshit (from people i'm close to - i'm much less confrontational with strangers/acquaintances) so i keep a good circle of straightforward communicative friends.
of course, on the flip side, that also attracts less pleasant people, but it's usually pretty easy to cut those types out of my life. idk i've also had a very bad record of accidentally attracting drama-starters/enjoyers which is never any fun. probably bc i am accidentally too nice and usually try to maintain any friendship even when i shouldn't...
(intuitive brain: hmmm i don't think i want to be close with this person... / rational brain, one year later when they start shit and wreck a friend group: ah, the pattern recognition worked. unfortunately this did not prevent the bad consequences from happening. wack.)
virgo - do you consider yourself a perfectionist?
in some aspects yes, in some aspects no. i'm easily frustrated when things don't go how i want them to, and easily disappointed when i don't get things perfect. HOWEVER i am also very good at being like "did i do my best? no. does it matter? ....also no" and moving on
sagittarius - what places would you like to travel in the future?
SO MANY AHHHH. instinctive first answers were greece and iceland. japan. australia. i will leave it at that so i don't just start listing off everywhere in the world bc...... yeah LMAO
send me astrology-themed asks from this list!
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【 Character Information ; Personality 】
001. Personality Overview
virek, in truth, is an enigma. a usually quiet, bizarrely responding individual, virek is often alone. not only does he avoid others, but others tend to avoid him because of how unapproachable he is. he’s often perceived as weak, unthreatening, and vulnerable. if you find yourself perceiving him in such a way, you’ve already lost.
the man is very analytical, and structures his thought process around pure survival instinct. ‘what’s the lesser of two evils’, ‘how may i use my knowledge of the 48 laws of power to my advantage’, ‘will going left or right give me the result i desire’; from complex thoughts, to very mundane decisions, virek factors in everything he does and how it will affect the overwhelm outcome of every situation.
virek is cryptic, and not at all assertive. willingly letting people walk all over him, he often relinquishes leadership to others. he prefers the shadows, and prefers to draw as little attention to himself as possible. though these traits do not at all invalidate how violent this man can be. should you push him far enough, or snap his strings in just the right way… Praying may be in your next recommended course of action.
breaking down this man’s walls is something you should only try if you’re patient, and aren’t faint hearted; otherwise you may get frustrated, or angry. that may not end well for you. should you succeed though, what you may find may be… surprising. a completely calm, normal… different version of the man you once saw.
002. MBTI Personality Type
I. INTJ — The Mastermind. The Architect
Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging
II. INTJs are perceptive about systems and strategy, and often understand the world as a chess board to be navigated. They want to understand how systems work, and how events proceed: the INTJ often has a unique ability to foresee logical outcomes. They enjoy applying themselves to a project or idea in depth, and putting in concentrated effort to achieve their goals.
INTJs have a hunger for knowledge and strive to constantly increase their competence; they are often perfectionists with extremely high standards of performance for themselves and others. They tend to have a keen interest in self-improvement and are lifelong learners, always looking to add to their base of information and awareness.
INTJs are typically reserved and serious, and seem to spend a lot of time thinking. They are curious about the world around them and often want to know the principle behind what they see. They thoroughly examine the information they receive, and if asked a question, will typically consider it at length before presenting a careful, complex answer. INTJs think critically and clearly, and often have an idea about how to do something more efficiently. They can be blunt in their presentation, and often communicate in terms of the larger strategy, leaving out the details.
Although INTJs aren’t usually warm or particularly gregarious, they tend to have a self-assured manner with people based on their own security in their intelligence. They relate their ideas with confidence, and once they have arrived at a conclusion they fully expect others to see the wisdom in their perceptions. They are typically perfectionists and appreciate an environment of intellectual challenge. They enjoy discussing interesting ideas, and may get themselves into trouble because of their take-no-prisoners attitude: if someone’s beliefs don’t make logical sense, the Mastermind typically has no qualms about pointing that out.
003. Enneagram
I. 5w6 — The Troubleshooter
II. Trouble shooters tend to be practical, independent, and logical in their behavior. They are much more cooperative than other five types and have a passion for using their knowledge to solve real-world problems.
Their strengths tend to include: being well organised, passions for learning and growing, solving difficult problems, and remaining calm in times of crisis. Whilst their weakness tend to range from: struggling to understand others, and a tendency to be private and defensive, to being perceived as cold and aloof, and a difficulty to take action when uninspired.
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