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a-dragons-journal · 11 months

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Singlet+

I've been meaning to write this one for a while, so let's see how this goes.

~1k words; essay on the experience of one person who sits right on the funny little edge between "normal roleplay experience" and "actual plurality".

So, let's start with this: I am not plural. But. I do seem to live in a weird space juuuuust on the edge of plurality (and no, I do not mean that I'm a median or blurry system - I mean on the edge of that).

For one thing, I'm a daemian - that is, I practice daemonism; that is, I have personified and given faux autonomy (fauxtonomy, if you will) to my "internal narrator" of sorts and he now lives in my brain with me as a thoughtform, a brain companion, in the shape of an animal. Strictly speaking, that does qualify us for plurality, but we personally don't view our daemonism through that framework and consider ourselves a singlet (as hilarious as the plural grammar makes that sentence, I know). Many daemons don't consider themselves plural; this isn't particularly unusual - in muir case, Locke is a part of me before he is anything else, and while yes there are forms of plurality that look like that, for us personally it makes more sense to view him as "part of me, therefore, still one person".

For another, I had... basically plural experiences when I was younger. I don't want to talk about the details publicly, but suffice to say that for many years I had what I would now call headmates, and I suspect that if I had been exposed to plural spaces during that time period, they may well have stuck around permanently, instead of "fading out" and eventually disappearing as is what actually happened. To this day I don't know how "real" or "imaginary" they were, and I doubt I ever will - they were certainly real to me at the time, but I have also always been very good at suspension of disbelief. Trying to analyze it in any great level of detail is made basically impossible by my piss-poor episodic memory rendering the memories of that time so fuzzy that I can't rely on them for details.

For another, my experiences with OCs are often... soulbond-adjacent? Recently in particular I've had a lot of funny experiences with an OC of mine, a character in a Vampire: The Masquerade campaign I'm a part of (Viridian Caldwell, for my own future self's reference), which led me to do some research on soulbonding because of how fictive-adjacent the experience of her is.

And yet. The answer is a definite no. I get very strong impressions and echoes from her; she "gives" me facts about her and her life that simply Are and that I feel as strongly about being true and unchangeable as I do about my own noemata; she's almost a separate person living in my brain sometimes; I somehow come up with near-prophetic knowledge about her world (as confirmed by my Storyteller, who happens to be part of a system alongside a number of fictives from the world in question, including several who know Viridian personally) with zero explanation on a semi-regular basis.

And yet. The answer is no. Because while I seem to have all the effects a soulbond proper would produce on my end - she is not aware of me, not really. She is not conscious of my world and my life. When I really quiet my own brain and reach out to call out and see if someone's there, there's only silence. It's as though I have a one-way soulbond somehow - which, of course, puts me in the fun gray space between "soulbond" and "normal roleplay/writing experience".

And she's not a unique instance of this. This just happens to me with OCs, although it's been a bit more dramatic with her because of the presence of fictives from her world to converse with (and, realistically, because of the real-time roleplay aspect that a TTRPG has that a video game or the writing of a fanfiction doesn't).

It's as though my brain has the capacity for plurality, but it just... doesn't manifest fully.

And, truth be told, I kind of prefer it this way. I like being a singlet; I would kind of hate having to share headspace with other people. Especially since, if my childhood pseudo-plurality experiences are anything to go by, we would not have good separation of thoughts and memories and true privacy would be very difficult if not impossible. Plus, because of that, I would... probably never get over the doubt of Is It Real Or Not, and I don't need that stress in my life. (For this reason, while I'm 99.9% sure that if I intentionally tried to bring her over as a fictive, it would work, I will not be testing the theory just out of curiosity.)

I wonder if I didn't train myself out of the ability to be Plural Proper, to be honest. Not intentionally, but - I may have mentioned that my power of suspension of disbelief is very strong, and as a child this came with me being extremely easy to manipulate because it was very easy for me to fall into believing things that I wanted to believe. (Again, I don't really want to talk about the details, but suffice to say I had a pretty bad case of Protagonist Syndrome, as it were, for a while.) I had to learn to combat that natural tendency of my brain for my own protection (especially as someone active in witchcraft spaces) - and I wonder if it didn't come with the side effect of immunizing me to developing true plurality (at least without actively trying) by shutting down any attempt by my brain to form a true headmate in the process.

I don't know. I might never. All I know is that while I am, after careful consideration, definitely a singlet, I do seem to live right on the edge of plurality, and it comes with some weird experiences. (And I would like an explanation for why I keep spitting out nigh-prophetic knowledge of this campaign's world; if I find out Viridian is a fictotype of mine or something I'm going to flip my fucking lid.) I've started half-jokingly calling myself "singlet+", half as a joke on cis+ (ie, someone who's questioned their gender and come to the conclusion that they are indeed cis but has a better understanding of their experience of cisness for it) and half as an "unless" "unlesss...?" acknowledgement of the weird border area some of my experiences sit in. It's... not really a serious label, but also isn't entirely a joke.

So... yeah. Singlet+, I guess. Another victim of the "if you only have two words for fear in your language, one for mild test jitters and one for life-threatening terror, you're going to have a lot of trouble describing a lot of normal human experiences" problem of how our language around plurality often works.

#plurality #i guess?#singlet plus #rani talks #not usually a disclaimer i need but this post and blog are endo-safe thank you #journaling #community writings #this is as per usual fully unedited so like. be nice pls lmao

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bigcatbulges · 1 year

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Would love to see what you look like in a singlet

:3 ;3

You're so right I need to go out and get some :3 probably one I always see with the butt open :3c

#pup hood plus singlet combo means my true bottom ways will be coming out sorry people who want me to top lmao

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gardengnosticator · 7 months

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litch-rally im obsessed with my corset its so hot i cannot get over how fucking sick it looks

#i have only been wearing hyper cut singlets and crops to show it off #plus we gotta go braless for a couple months #we measured out rings so they shouldnt get in the way but i dont want to risk further irritation

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massivefanmilkshake · 8 months

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J’ai de très forts doutes sur le fait d’être multiple, on aimerait l’utilisation de pronoms pluriels de temps en temps 😁

#il y a du monde dans ma tête c’est tout ce que je sais #ça fait peur un peu de l’annoncer plus ou moins comme ça #déjà que par moments je ne me sent pas légitime mais à d’autres j’en ai marre de faire semblant d’être singlet #je pense que c’est des alters différents qui ont pas encore tous acceptés qu’on était plusieurs #je raconte ma vie

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kinqarou · 11 months

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that might be it because a bit after, they (my friend) were telling everyone that even though pk is in the server it doesn't mean that it's an alter controlled place

ooooh right. idk if it was ur friend but someone said that tmc fictives/factives of crewdela shouldn’t talk in the patreon server because it ‘might be uncomfortable for the crew’ which obviously i and others did not agree w/ bc nobody should put singlet comfort ahead of system freedom ^-^

#keep in mind i myself am a singlet #and i’ve Met fictives of my characters plus factives of myself #there ain’t nothing uncomfortable about it !!!!#what i’m saying is that policing systems is Bad and people should Not Do That #even if they themselves are a system

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dirt-str1der · 1 year

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Literally cant care about anything other than majima haruka bonding

#Yakuza loveblog #ohhh together ... this is less of a kiryu sickfic and more like harukas little city adventure #kiryu got sick because he was just not taking care of himself and keeled over like a victorian lady and haruka was like okay . im #cooking dinner tonight ojisan if i catch you out of bed i will be very angry with you !!!#sorry for using ojisan and uncle kaz interchangably theyre both just so fucking cute ... uncle kaz lets fuck hookers #haruka where is the methy . in my nose ojisan. uncle kaz get it twisted gamble you will win you understand you will break even #you wont lose. you wont go into debt. you will win. millions. get it twisted gamble and thats it.#majima ends up having to drive her home because he doesnt want her out on her own anymore .. which is funny because haruka yelled at him #because he joked about coming over to visit kiryu while hes sick and she was like NO !!! and he was like sheesh okay okay ...#and then shes like oh turn left here yeah this is where we're staying .. . you can come in if you want :) (she trusts him now)#i think harukas jacket also got ripped up and covered in blood so majima bought her that stylish puffer jacket she has in yk2 #little girls WILL wear black singlets by the way just trust me on this kiryu also wore one when he was younger 'source?' just trust me #its like a staple of the wardrobe you need a black singlet and a jacket to wear over it plus its super cute and sensible #i like to make people straight up stab and hurt other people in front of haruka she doesnt care shes already desensitised #because she follows kiryu around every day and hes always caving skulls and making people spit out bloody teeth so seeing majima splatter #blood everywhere was nothing to her shes always getting splashed with blood every single day she doesnt mind #shes very brave to keep wearing white after that but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do #hmm wonder if i should have a proper writing tag so i can consolidate all this shit ...#well it would mostly be for keeping track of what ive already posted because i can never remember and i keep writing the same thing #over and over again ... i only have one brain you see ..#majima comes into kiryus house immediately makes a beeline for his bedroom and sees him all sweaty and feverish in bed too weak to move #and she starts panting like a dog and kiryu looks at her with fear in his eyes #guy whos about to get his shit rocked like crazy and knows it #sorry haruka look away !!! <- thats the header i have for this fic look away from the rest of the document !!!!

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branzycrafted · 2 years

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It's kind of funny we have so many in-sys relationships but we could never have a partner or partners outside of our system—

#Part of it though I'll say first is because a lot of us are adults and that clashes with being bodily 16 #Because our alter age would in one regard there override body age #It both would and wouldn't here's how:#It WOULDN'T because being bodily a minor would mean dating anyone not bodily a minor would still be Not Legal !#System or singlet it goes for both #But it WOULD also because then it would be like adult alters in a relationship with someone bodily a minor #And that's a no !! Idk if everyone regards it that way but it would at least be like #Personal weirdchamp to us #But anyways !!#That's only one of the big things the other thing is just.#We could not see that happening LOL #Like even other system bodily close to our age adult alter dating adult alter #Partly also because we don't. Talk to many people #But also in general in any case we could not see any of us dating anyone outside sys #But in-sys it's like god damn so many people are dating LOL #[''roll the dice!'' | 🎲.txt]#The one with like dating other alters in systems we could see more than collective partner stuff #Plus in a weird way it's like collectively we're arospec but also not ?#It's like it applies weirdly or something #It's like we have our own brand of collectively arospec where we can only ever feel any attraction to anyone in-sys /j #raaah #This was a really random ramble topic #Sorry thinking abt dating people a lot tonight kekw #Also I was like not sure on one of the above points cause . We knew a system that wasn't like that #Like they were bodily not an adult nor was their partner but still had also not minor alters regarding them as a partner still #ANYWAYS THO Idk I'm not qualified to talk abt that person PLUS I don't think I need to

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hvly · 4 months

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— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 𓆩𖥔𓆪 ˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆ —

wrestler!yuuji who doesn't fit your typical wrestler's description. most of the guys on your school's team are big, burly, and quite mean. their faces fixed in a constant scowl, shoulders squared in case anyone dares to step a little too close to them while they're walking by. then there was yuuji. bright pink hair, a constant smile on his face, and a happy-go-lucky personality that could draw anyone in. his cheery disposition was a definite plus to the team's overall school presence. in the past, they'd be lucky to have one section of the bleachers filled. now, the stands seemed to be overflowing with support at every match. even if most in attendance were just fangirls coming to see yuuji in action, it could hardly be seen as a negative.

wrestler!yuuji who wasn't all too interested in the sport at first, but caved after the wrestling coach's 15th attempt at recruiting him. "you've got talent ! and we could use someone like you on our team !" he was used to various sports' coaches coming up to him, talking about how his athleticism would be a great addition to their respective teams. but wrestling was different because he could put his background in martial arts to use in certain cases. with the promise to use and build on what he already knows, it was a pretty easy sale. after a few mock matches, he slowly comes to enjoy wrestling and realises he's not too bad at it.

wrestler!yuuji who's almost an entirely different person on the mat. when he was in his starting position, he looked at his opponent with a fiery determination to win. he was focused, eyes narrowed as he rocked in his crouched position, waiting for the referee's whistle to start. it was almost impressive how quickly yuuji could take down his opponent. you only caught a glimpse of his pink hair and the next thing you knew, he was being awarded a point and being told to reset. even when yuuji was on the defensive, it wasn't for too long. with a flip, a hook, and a roll he was back on the offensive and securing yet another point that would aid in his inevitable victory.

wrestler!yuuji who's so humble whether he wins or loses. he doesn't gloat or showboat, helping his opponent up off the mat with a solid, genuine smile and "good match" handshake. he jogs off the mat right up to the stands, where you're sitting front and center. he's sweaty and panting, hair and singlet clinging to his body alike. he pulls out his mouth guard and lets it dangle from his headgear, a wide toothy smile on his face. "So? I'm pretty good at this wrestling thing, huh?" You nod in agreement, sweeping peak strands from his forehead. "Yeah. And you don't look too bad in that leotard either." He scoffs, pulling the straps of his uniform before letting them go with a snap. "It's called a singlet," he replies. His coach calls for him in the distance, signaling it's time for him to head back with the team. He starts to make his way back before abruptly stopping and swiveling on his heels. "Hey, head over to my place. We should celebrate my win tonight," he says, giving you a wink before trotting off across the gym. You feel a mess of butterflies form in your stomach as you watch him reconvene with his fellow wrestlers. You had a feeling he was going to show you his moves weren't just for the wrestling mat.

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#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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struniolos · 5 months

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wish you were sober! pt. 1

“kinda hope you're followin' me out, but this is definitely not my crowd.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: when reader is overwhelmed at a party & finds herself in unlikely company. (no fame au.)

warnings: none!

“i’m just going to do another shot!” one of your friends yells in your ear, trying to overpower the music thudding in the background. two other join her, linked arms, as they make their way to the kitchen. you wonder who’s house this even is, as you hadn’t been invited directly, only dragged along as a plus one.

you are now left with two of your friends, who both look at you with raised brows. the thick summer air only gets worse as you feel like you’re being closed in on.

“aren’t you going to do shots? you’ve barely drank anything tonight.” one asks, tilting her head.

“i really don’t feel great.” you confess, your face screwing up in bitterness. your stomach ached, as well as what felt like your brain thrashing around in your skull, clawing at the inside.

“maybe try making yourself vomit? sometimes that helps.” the other suggests, trying her best to be accomodating in her drunken state, while clutching onto your arm for stability. it wasn’t a terrible idea, as you did feel like you were going to throw your guts up at any given moment. but also, it was a good excuse to disappear into the bathroom for a few minuets undisturbed.

“i might try that, thanks.” you force a smile, before quickly slithering out of their grip, and making a bee-line for the stairs which in that moment seemed like the stairs leading to heaven. peace and quiet.

you jog up the stairs, while trying to hold down your skirt so you don’t unintentionally flash your ex-classmates. the hot air seemed to be worse upstairs, and you knew it all too well from living in a two storey home your entire life. heat rises. why on earth did your foggy brain think it would be cooler up here?

you manage to find the bathroom, sighing in relief when you found it empty. you closed the door hurriedly behind you, and make your way to the sink. you run the cold water under your hands, splashing it on your flushed face. your mascara had started to smudge under your eyes from the heat, and your lipgloss had completely melted off. real classy. as you begin to wipe your fingers under your eyes, a knock on the door startles you.

“yeah?” you call, not hiding your frustration.

“can i come in?” the voice asks.

you sigh, throwing your head back. so much for peace and quiet. you throw open the door, shocked at who you find behind it. chris sturniolo. you knew him and his brothers didn’t go to parties, not even in high school. you wonder who or what dragged them to this one. he was a year older than you, but you were well aware of who he was. the star player on the lacrosse team.

“you mind if i chill in here for a bit?” he asks nonchalantly.

you’re now confronted with the option of being a douchebag and saying no, or saying yes and then trying to weasel your way out. you scan his face, the bags under his eyes, the muss of his hair from the heat. he looked exhausted, you imagine that’s how you looked, too.

“yeah, sure.” you shrug, opening the door wider for him to come in.

he immediately makes himself at home, hoisting himself to sit up on the bench beside the sink. you take in what he’s wearing, a black singlet and cargo shorts with ugg boots. definitely a choice.

“did i walk in on something or…like you weren’t crying or anything?” he asks, widening his eyes at you and freezing in place.

“oh! no, no not at all.” you smile awkwardly, shuffling on your feet.

“right, you just uh, look…” he trails off, waving his finger at you.

“terrible?” you answer with a defeated laugh.

he laughs. “yeah.”

you find yourself smiling a little, too. “i feel terrible.”

“me fucking too.” he sighs, leaning his head back onto the mirror and kicking his uggs off. you envied his confidence.

“so, what brings you to the bathroom chris sturniolo?” you ask as you put the toilet seat down to give yourself a surface to sit on.

he gives you a funny look, pouting his lip and raising an eyebrow. “how do you know who i am?”

“you were only the star lacrosse player of southeast high!” you taunt, holding a hand to your heart and mocking the many fan girls he had at his beck and call.

he tsks and rolls his eyes, “nah, matt was always miles better than me.”

“he was.” you lie, a smirk creeping up on your lips.

chris chuckles, shaking his head. “anyway, to answer your question, i’m trying to escape my very drunk and gross friends, one of them vomited on my shoe, look!”

he points to his discarded ugg boot, which you now see has a splatter of dark liquid on it, and you find yourself feeling sick. “fuck that’s gross.”

“i know right! but i’ve had enough anyway, i want to go home but matt’s driving and he’s not ready to go yet, neither is nick. at least they’re having fun.”

“and you don’t drink?” you ask, crossing your legs criss cross applesauce style.

“nah, me and my brothers are sober. just don’t really see the point in drinking. got nothing against it, just not my thing.”

“you know, don’t take this the wrong way but, i honestly pictured you as the frat boy type.”

“ha, i’m far from it.” he laughs, “but that’s what all the lacrosse boys were like. it was painful having to put up with it.”

“i can imagine.” you tell him.

there’s a lick of silence, and the bathroom was beginning to get stuffy- despite the window being open and letting a small breath of air through every now and then. you see chris wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, puffing out a breath. “it’s so fucking hot i think i’m going to die.”

you found yourself in a daze, looking at him now, really looking at him. he was cute as hell, how had you never noticed? the way his hair hung just over his forehead, how his arms were softly toned…

“hey, i never got your name. that was rude of me.” he says, turning to you.

you tell him, and he nods his head. “you look like that’s your name.”

“what?”

“you know how some people look like their names? i feel like i don’t look like a chris.” he elaborated, waving his hands around to emphasise his point.

“yeah, maybe a chad.” you chuckle.

“if i was a chad, i’d have already kissed you.” chris tells you, not looking at you, more like he was talking to himself. speaking into the abyss.

you widen your eyes, “what?”

chris kicks his feet back and forth, hitting the cabinets below. “nothing.”

there’s a pause, the only sound you could hear was your breathing, surrounding you, suffocating. you decide to be bold. i mean, what was there to loose, anyway? you couldn’t just sulk alone all night.

“i mean, i wouldnt say no.” you confess, avoiding eye contact, looking down at his vomit splayed ugg boot, discarded on the tiles. although, you could feel his eyes on you.

“to what?” he says, more confidently.

“if…” you begin, now looking up at him and loosing your train of thought.

“i kissed you?”

you freeze, blinking a few times to check you weren’t hallucinating and that your drink hadn’t been spiked. after a few breaths, you realised he wasn’t going anywhere, and that he was right there. only a few steps away. yet you couldn’t find your feet, we’re you supposed to make the first move?

before you could continue the battle in your brain, chris had slid back down to his feet, his hands bracing on the bench behind him, arms flexed. he tilted his head at you, almost like a puppy, waiting. he was waiting for you.

you stand up, and slowly, ever so slowly, make your way towards him. you bite your lip, your breath quickening and heart thumping in your chest like it would pounce onto him if it could. how had your night turned so quickly? weren’t you downstairs wishing you were anywhere else only 20 minuets ago?

chris reached his hand out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, licking his lips. “you’re so pretty.”

you blush hard, looking down at your feet. “even with my smudged mascara?”

“yeah.” he chuckles, reaching for your hand to pull you closer to him.

you were now face to face, your eyes in line with his lips. you felt like your heart was about to fall out of your ass, with the way he was looking at you. not greedy, not like other boys did- if they did. it was sweet, like he was really looking at you, his mellow blue eyes scanning your face and landing on your lips.

he slid a hand behind your ear, leaning into you. you leaned in, too, unsure of what you were supposed to do. you had only ever kissed one boy, and it was in eighth grade as a dare during a game of spin the bottle. this time was different. it wasn’t a game, and nobody was watching.

chris kissed you gently, only testing the waters. it was only chaste, but you felt yourself ascend into another dimension. his lips were soft, and he was so warm. you feel something deep your belly, swirling around. your cheeks begin to flush a little more than they already were, your headache now a distant memory. he pulled away as soon as it happened, as if he had been snapped back into reality.

“sorry, i don’t um…usually do this. i feel like such a douche.”

“you’re far from a douche.” you reassure him, placing a hand on his forearm.

his hand that rested behind your ear was now playing with a coil of your hair. “i mean you were just so pretty, and i didn’t know how to-“

suddenly, you feel yourself swarmed with pride, beginning to smile. “chris! did you follow me up here?”

“um, no?” he says, as his eyes dart around the room comedically as a toothy grin adorns his face.

“you don’t seem so sure.” you tease.

he laughs, shrugging. “what can i say, it worked.”

you find yourself overcome with a feeling you didn’t recognise, something between overjoyed and astounded. you quickly press your lips into his, a little more assured this time. he kisses you back just as eagerly, pulling your waist close to his, breathing hot air into your lungs. you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands, so you snaked your hand into his soft, full hair. he groaned into your mouth, and you felt your stomach do flips.

this was definitely not how you expected your night to go.

part two.

#my first fic be gentle pls #haven’t written in like a year so i’m a bit rusty #i laughed when i wrote the line ‘what can i say’#what can i sayyyyyy #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo oneshot #sturniolo triplets

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a-dragons-journal · 7 months

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this is a few days outdated, but: looooove briefly getting cameo phantom neck feathers to ruffle and settle because my RP character, who doesn't actually have feathers but has the Vibes of them, had a Moment during a roleplay. singlet+ moments for real

#singlet plus #rani talks #journaling #cameo shift

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funnier-as-a-system · 5 months

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if a singlet starts using "we" because they picked it up from their friends is that closer to white people using aave (appropriative, should take measures to stop doing that) or to cis people putting pronouns in their bio (actually helpful because it normalizes that action) thank you for answering

Singlets using "we/us" for themselves is not appropriative. It's a common practice for systems to use these pronouns, but singlets using those pronouns for themselves doesn't take anything away from systems, and it isn't offensive at all. Plus, singlets have been using these pronouns for ages anyway with the royal we; the usage isn't something that systems have a specific claim to.

I'd say it's closer to the second example you gave, but I feel here, it's important to remember that using "we/us" to refer to oneself/ves isn't standardized; using "we/us", especially in this manner, is outside the norm. A more apt comparison would be cis people using neopronouns; while yes, this does mean "normalizing" the action for trans folk who use neopronouns, being authentic in one's presentation and pronouns isn't some act of allyship. It's just them living their lives. This goes for all who use pronouns considered outside the norm, even if they reason they started using those pronouns is because they picked them up from friends. So, it's more like being GNC (gender non-conforming) than putting your pronouns in your bio or appropriating a culture/sub-culture. Whoever feels comfortable using "we/us" pronouns for themselves is free to use them; I'm not the pronouns police.

#thanks for the ask!

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elmuvahva · 5 months

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let me talk about leo and donnie’s matching clothes pLEASE

plus a lil bit of mikey and raph near the end :>

so we all know the obvious ones like in ‘repairin’ the baron’ and in ‘man vs sewer’

but i want to talk about the little things hehe. starting with the two mentioned above anyways lmaooo

yes they’re matching but i love the little differences they add on. leo wears a blue undershirt, fully going ride or die with his blue theme, while donnie goes for a white undershirt for a more classic look.

i think that says a lil but about their characters and how they thought to present themselves to april’s mum (who they thought they were meeting). they both wanted to look good hence the stunning matching outfits, but leo also wanted to be himself (hence the blue undershirt), compared to donnie who wanted to appeal to april’s mother (hence the more classic look with the white).

in man vs sewer, they are both wearing the singlet and board short combo, however leo opts for simplicity and ‘laidbackness’ keeping the bare minimum and keeping his shirt loose and untucked. donnie on the other hand goes further and adds the extra decorative shirt to really hammer home the ‘i’m not a useful member of society’ and the holiday/break vibes he’s trying so hard to feel. he also chooses to tuck his shirt in, which i think is just a personal stylistic choice, one which extenuates and shows off the board shorts more and one which mirrors his belt that’s a part of his usual outfit.

now onto snow day :>

at a brief glance it doesn’t seem like they’re matching but you’d be wRONG! they’re wearing the same shoes, pants and scarf, however they choose different jackets and headgear according to their personal tastes (i also wanna point out how donnie’s pants are more boxy/puffy at the bottom to fit with his whole rectangle theme, while leo’s are tucked in firmly, providing a more angular/triangular look).

leo chose a sirius black looking leather jacket bc why wouldn’t he lmaooo. it very much screams leo in the sense of his faceman attitude and his ‘confidence.’ he also chose a beanie which provides a more hippie, laidback and cool vibe.

donnie, ever the nerd, matches his jacket and headwear, as they both have the light purple fluff. donnies jacket is also much more practical and feels like something you’d see skii-ers (how tf do you spell that), hikers and snow-bikers wear. he’s also wearing the ugliest fucking hat /lh that’s reminiscent of what those occupations also wear.

so what we can take away from this is that leo will look cool whatever the weather and donnie will dress for the practicality of the occasion.

now in the clothes dont make the turtle there are A LOT of matching outfits, not just from donnie and leo, for example, in the images above, all the boys are wearing classic black suits with white button downs, however they all style them differently.

i’d also like to note the slight differences on the collars of the suit jackets (leo and donnie’s are matching, mikey’s is more rounded with a lil point and raph’s mirrors his spikes).

they all style their suits differently by using different ties. leo goes for a black and blue striped tie, which i think showcases his sense of style and his playfulness in comparison to raph, who decides to play it safe with a classic one-toned tie.

mikey goes for a cute bowtie bc why wouldn’t he he’s adorable, and it also fits in with him being the youngest and ‘the baby’, as bowties are most commonly worn by kids.

donnie decides to completely forego the tie altogether bc he doesn’t need it, he’s already stunning 😩 lmao but i actually think he’s just really playing into his emotionally unavailable bad boy image.

there’s also these matching monstrosities for god knows what reason

and it’s not super matchy, but raph and leo also both rock the singlet under the open button down shirt (though the colours are swapped and leo pops the collar causes he’s an idiot /aff)

and lastly!! these outfits. now at first glance, you’re probably thinking ‘elva what the fuck are you going on about’ BUT just hear me out!!

they both have ripped aspects to their outfits, leo’s at the shoulders and donnie’s at the waist. it’s obviously not an intentional match but i think they just subconsciously did it :>

they’re also both wearing head accessories, though in totally different styles (leo with his backwards cap to look ‘cool’ while donnie adorns a beanie to complete his LA hipster vibe)

ugh i’ve met the image limit for this post so here’s the link to the post that continues my rambling lolol

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stagefoureddiediaz · 3 days

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I'm having a lot of thoughts and feelings about Eddie and clothing and being in the closet.

Because Eddie being shirtless is a thing - a thing that happens when he's in a spiral - and its always been a thing - right from his introduction. (and it kind of ties in with the black singlet - emotional vulnerability thing he has going on too)

Eddies introduction - him putting on a shirt - going from shirtless - to clothed - Eddie has upped his and CHristophers whole life an dmoved them to LA - he's been questioning if hes done the right thing - the shirt being put on - covering him up - is showing that it is the right thing - that the uniform is a safe space for him.

Then we have the Shannon of it all - they fall back into bed - and shirtless Eddie is spiralling out - not wanting to actually have the conversation about what they are doing (Shannon has to come to the firehouse to get that conversation to happen) he puts a tee back on so he can step back into dad mode.

Eddies fight club era - is a massive and obvious spiral that he is in - dealing with the death of Shannon and all his feelings around the fact she'd asked for a divorce, plus the fact that he could've lost his son in the tsunami, but Buck saved him and Eddie has complicated feelings developing there that he's not in a position to either recognise or deal with. We never see him put a shirt on here - just a zip front hoodie - that he doesn't zip up - symbolic of not actually dealing with anything - just sort of hiding it.

We also have a flashback scene in Eddie begins where he is shirtless in the militrary hospital - once more it is Eddie vulnerable and exposed and dealing with a traumatic event.

Then we have Eddie after leaving the 118 to work at dispatch - we see him start shirtless - essentially when he's at his most vulnerable and then as he finds a way to build up some new walls for himself we see the black singlet appear and then we move on to various tee his spiral happen - we never see him put a shirt on here - he does get into uniform, but its always cut to rather than watching him actually get dressed. He hasn't dealt with his issues at this point and the implication is the walls he's built up - that are letting him pretend to be fine are flimsy - then a bit later we get his breakdown

We get no shirtless Eddie in season 6 - its a season about him dealing with and healing from a large portion of his trauma.

In season 7 we've had him shirtless several times already. Firstly in the locker room - Eddie is shirtless whilst talking about first dates but then we get Eddie putting on his shirt - its denim - much more robust than anything we've seen him put on in this way before as soon as Buck reveals he's single.

Then when Marisol was moving in - not going to go into the parallels with Shannon here - and Eddie starts to spiral. We've already had the closet conversation by this point, so the fact that we have him shirtless essentially in the aftermath of that conversation is an interesting choice, we also don't see him putting on a shirt here! instead we are left with a visual representaion of a part of Eddie he had tried to keep locked up newly exposed.

And now we have this bachelor party - where it seems to be that Eddie is losing his shirt bit by bit (cannot wait to get the context for this!)and ending up in just the collar.

He wakes up in the bathtub in just the collar before he puts the suit jacket back on, in much the same way as he put the hoodie on back in season 3. Its an indicator that while he's covering things up, he isn't actually hiding them - that they are still visible for people to see if they go looking. And while I'm on that subject - the fact the collar is the thing he's left wearing - literally playing into the religious theming of Eddies vulnerability because it is screaming dog collar!

The show making such a clear visual indicator that connects to the last time we saw Eddie shirtless is very telling - its indicating to those looking, that Eddie might've asked Marisol not to move in and taken a step towards dealing with his catholic guilt, but the reality is that he hasn't dealt with it at all and that it is still very much a part of his story - his arc.

THere seems to be something in the soft underbelly of who Eddie Diaz is, that reveals its self for these brief moments, only to be covered up and hidden once more - with varying degrees of sucess. This season its especially loud and telling.

If we look at this season more closely - all of them are interesting moments, and all of them are connected to closets or defacto closets. The locker room - Eddie's locker is open while he is shirtless - he stands in front of it - a locker is a form of closet - its for storing his clothing etc while he's at work - a place where he stores is civvies - his real self. He only moves away from the locker and puts a shirt on, when the conversation moves from him onto to Buck - Bucks vulnerability is not Eddies and so he doesn't need to be shirtless - in fact he needs to not be - to shield himself from Bucks vulnerability.

Then we have the bedroom - which while not technically a closet, is Eddies safe space - a place where he can be his full self (in theory) and shirtless Eddie has one of his biggest vulnerabilities revealed in that scene - its so big that he cannot cover it up and hide it - his catholic guilt. This is the first time we're seeing Eddie's room since Buck was in there at the end of season 5 helping patch the holes in the walls. It makes sense that Eddie having a moment where his catholic guilt is revealed becasue even if it isn't directly a closet it - indirectly because he was going to start putting things in his closet - was going to let Marisol into his closet.

The implications of him not being able to let Marisol into his closet are pretty telling in my opinion. Even the fact that she was coming with her own armoire is in and of itself speaks volumes

And now we have bachelor party Eddie - kicking in metaphorical closet doors (whilst kicking in actual closed doors) and falling asleep in bath tubs whilst wearing pink!

The pink in combination with this idea that Eddie is vulnerable and heading towards dealing with his catholic guilt in the same way that he was heading towards dealing with his other trauma before. Pink - as I've talked about in the season 7 costume meta's is the colour of naivety or innocence. yes there is the idea that Eddie (and probably by extension, Buck) will be innocent in whatever ends up happening with Chimney.

But there is also the idea that this innocence and naivety plays into the fact we're seeing a lot of Eddie shirtless and the play into his vulnerability as well as Eddies catholic guilt and all the closet references. This idea that Eddies naively trying to ignore his catholic guilt, ignore his vulnerablity as well as the fact that his catholic guilt stems back to his childhood - when he was effectively an innocent.

yeah I have a lot of thoughts on all of it

#shirtless Eddie meta #the show is always so intentional with when they show them shirtless - that goes for Buck and Chimney etc as well #Eddies queer journey is getting under way #I didn't put this under a cut becasue who doesn't want shirtless Eddie gifs filling their dash!!!#eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 abc #911 costume meta #sort of!

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Cater Diamond x Female! Reader Smut

WARNINGS: Bad writing, sex (obviously), cliche, paint, ladders, Grim being a little shit.

Happy belated birthday to Cater. Also he’s probs very of character but I tried my best.

Are they dating?? Does it matter?It’s fan fiction.

Yes.

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Cater was in the rose garden maze taking some cute camable pics for magicam aka not painting the roses for the next unbirthday party which he should have been doing but none of them were cute enough or camable enough he sighed as he played with his hair when he heard the thump of a paint can hitting the ground and an aggregated sigh. “Shit..” he turned around at the sound of the voice. “______?” He said shocked that someone else was in the maze. His eyes darted over to her before he started to laugh noticing the paint all over the back of her blazer luckily none had gotten in her hair. He shook his head trying to stop his laughter. She let out a deep breath and took off her blazer noticing that the paint was also on her shirt. “Damn it..” she said before unbuttoning her vest and shirt. “W-wait what are you doing?!?” He asked surprised that she was stripping in front of him. “I’m not staying in paint covered clothes while I look for, Grim.” She stated bluntly. “I understand that but you shouldn’t strip in front of a guy!!” He said his face flushed as he averted her gaze. “It’s fine I’m wearing a singlet underneath.” She said continuing taking off her vest and shirt. “Plus you’re the only one I’d strip for~” she said winking at him with a smirk. His face flushed and his heart pounded in his chest as he looked at the ground placing a hand on the ladder nearby to steady himself from the cute flirting. She let out a chuckle as she put the paint covered shirt on the floor next to her blazer and put her vest back on. “You can’t just say cute things like that to me..” he said covering his face with his free hand. “..not when your like that.” He mumbled and looked over at her.

“Pardon?” She said walking over to him. “What’d you say?” She asked. “Hah, sorry you’re just so cute.” He said placing a hand on her waist and pulling her to him before giving her a soft kiss to her lips pulling away quickly. She smirks softly at him and kisses him back her hands resting on his chest before she pulls away. “Do you want some more?” She asks kissing his neck as her hands drape around his waist. His grip on her waist tightens as he pulls her close to him. “Yeah.” He says softly at the feeling of her lips on his neck. She chuckles softly and pulls away. “How much more?” She asks looking up at him with a smirk. “All of it.” He says bluntly kissing her the hand on her waist rubbing circles on her lower back while the other caresses her cheek. She pulls away slightly. “Ok.” Is all she says the thought of looking for Grim gone from her mind. Her hands reaching down to grip his bottom as she kisses him once more. He smirks as he bites her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to let him peruse her mouth once more their tongues fighting for dominance. His hands trailed down the hem of her vest and singlet as he pushed them up letting her skin feel the fresh air his hands slid beneath the fabric as they traveled up gently grasping her breasts. She pulls away letting out a breathless moan as he pushes her bra up along with her singlet as he gently gropes one of her breasts while he removes the other to unbutton her vest before kissing her once more. She moans against his lips as she moves her hands one plays with the front his waistband while the other hand gropes the growing bludge of his trousers. He groans against her lips neither of them parting as they continue their assault on each other. He places a hand on the ladder once more to steady himself as he starts to grind his hips against her hand. His back arching as he pulls away they both stop their movements letting each other catch their breaths. He sighs. “You look so cute I wanna snap a few pics.” He chuckles. “Please don’t.” She says softly. “I wont I only want this view of you all for me~” he says softly leaning down and nibbling her earlobe gently. She shudders as the feeling and grips his bludge harder he lets out a groan as she did. “S-sorry.” She said pulling her hand away slightly.

She gently drags her finger against his zipper before moving her other hand down to undo his belt. She undoes the button of his trousers and zips his zipper down before she slips her hand beneath the waistband of his underwear gently grasping his length and strokes it gently feeling it harden in her hand as he shudders at the feeling of her hand on him. He buries his head in the crook of her neck letting out a gasp followed by a groan as she continues her stroke his length. “Tell me if I’m squeezing too hard.” She says softly. He lets out a soft moan followed by some mumbled words. “Pardon?” She asked stopping her movements. He whispers softly his eyes watering slightly. “Y-you can squeeze harder.” She nods and continues to stroke his length squeezing it harder. He lets out a low groan as he nuzzles back into the crook of her neck one hand resting on her hip as the other gently gropes her breast his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. She gasps softly as she continues to stroke him her thumb gently grazing the tip of his length. He shudders as he lets out a shaky moan. She lets out a small chuckle as she feels his release on her hand. “S-sorry..” he says his voice hoarse.

“It’s ok.” She says softly pulling her hands away and wiping her hand on his underwear feeling him shudder against her touch. “Haaa, ok it’s your turn.” He says pulling her closer to him and kissing her once more before his hands trailed down to her belt and undoes it along with the button of her trousers then pulls the zipper down. Their movements both stop at the sounds of voices and he quickly turns her around and pulls her closer to him while reciting his unique spell and with a poof a second Cater appears and fixes himself up before nodding to the original Cater with a thumbs up and quickly dashing away. After a moment the voices fade away along with the second Cater’s voice. The two both breathed a sigh of relief for not getting caught. Cater staggered a little in his relief he nuzzled his cheek against her neck kissing it softly as his hands moved by themselves one gently squeezing her left breast while the other slipped down into her trousers past her underwear his middle finger gently sliding down her slit then bringing it up feeling her shudder as she let out a sharp breath. He smirked against her neck as his teeth grazed against her skin. “We should still keep quite ok, sweetie~” he said whispering in her ear his breath hot against her ear as she let out a moan as his finger delved into her wet cavern moving it around trying to make her feel as good as she made him feel. She lets out a groan as he adds another finger his movements speeding up her legs trembling slightly as she lurches forward a shaky moan flowing out of her mouth as she rests a hand on the ladder the other covers her mouth. He sighs softly as he lets her breast go his now free hand rustling trying his blazer pocket pulling out a condom and biting the packet before placing it onto his hardening length amazed he did that with one hand cheering to himself for a moment until her walls clenching around his fingers and a breathy moan.

“Sorry~” he says sweetly as he slides his fingers from her warmth and places his length against her folds sliding between them before he prods at her entrance. “Are you alright?” He as softly his breath ragged as it grazes against her neck. “We can stop if you want to.” He says biting his lip. “N-no, don’t stop.” She says her voice hoarse. “Okay then.” He says as he plunges into her the both of them letting out a choked low groan. “D-don’t forget we have to be quiet while we’re here.” He says as his length is completely inside of her warm wet walls as they clench around him. She nods as she covers her mouth with her free hand the other still resting on the ladder. He leans against her hunched over form one hand resting on the ladder also while the other rests on her hip as he starts to thrust his movements sloppy as he rests his forehead against her back every movement he feels her walls clench around him slightly as he picks up the pace his thrusts never hitting the same spot he lets out a groan as he grips the ladder while his other hand moves up to cup her breast squeezing it slightly. She lets out a groan her hand muffling it as she starts the rocks her hips against him letting out a sharp moan as his thrusts get harder more forceful as he tries to reach that high his hips grinding into hers the ladder shaking from their grip on it. Her walls clench against his length her release closing in her muffled moans only fuelling his movements he grunts as he feels his second release coming to soon as he tries to hold out for her. “S-sorry, I ca-!” He cuts himself off with a low groan as he feels himself release his movements stopping as be shudders his breath ragged and he swallows hard before quickly continuing his movements not letting her get a break. His thrusts are slower and more dragged out but they as still keeping an even pace as his length runs against the sensitive parts of her inner depths. Hitting that spot ever so often as she moans every time before her walls clench down on his length and quiver her moan low but load against her hand her knees almost buckling her eyes welled with tears as her release finally came. He groans as her walls clenched and shuddered around his length. “Haaaaa, are you okay?” He says sweetly against her hot skin. She only nods fearing that if she says something she’ll collapse. He smiles softly as he pulls himself out and fixed himself and then he helps to fix her. They smile and lay down on the grass together away from the spilled paint and where they left their mark. They cuddled for a while to catch their breathes before they parted ways. Cater continuing to not do the job he was asked to do until he actually had to and the Ramshackle dorm Prefect to look for Grim.

“Neh heh heh! That’ll buy me sometime.” Grim said triumphantly smirking as he runs away from his hiding spot next to the entrance to Heartslabyul’s rose garden hedge maze. He never went into the maze.

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Hope you enjoyed my garbage.

Also Cater would be VERY good with his fingers ;) since he plays the guitar.

#twistedwonderlandxreader #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland disney #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland cater #twistedwonderlandcaterdiamond #twst cater #twst #twst x reader #twst smut

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While we’re talking changing who appears in places- can we change the cats helping out with Sunbeam’s rock trial? I was so confused why the cats selected to help were selected. Sure Cherryfall because she was going to be the one opposing Sunbeam, why not, anyone can do that though honestly and not who I take issue with being there. But Alderheart was there? The medicine cat? Don’t you think he has better things to be doing than pushing a rock around? Where’s Lionblaze aka “I may as well still have my god given super strength”? He could easily be the cat that gets pissy for Sunbeam “not listening to senior warriors” and maybe with age feels that she doesn’t respect him, head of patrols, enough to warrant her staying this sabotaging her in the third trial. I felt robbed that Plumstone who seemed to be established as another bg strong cat was absent. Sure sending Sunbeam with all the strongest cats would make it easy but it’d also be making it safe considering Ivypool didn’t want the rock to hurt anyone and it’s a pecking rock. Why not send your strongest cats to deal with it?

I feel very strongly about this trial, can you tell?

I'm a bit dissatisfied with certain trials in general. Most of the time I LOVE the new trials they made, I think they've been super creative so far, but some have been so lackluster that I need to shine them up.

Namely Berryheart's active attempts to get challengers killed. Someone has to get ACTUALLY hurt by one of those, instead of them just being generally unfair and no one raises an objection about it. I did not like the spring-powered adder that went BOING out of a log.

I will say that I would like to expand on Plumstone in this arc, plus her whole little family. They're in an interesting place, with Bumblestripe coming back from Ferncloud's Parting while leaving his father with the Tribe, Blossomfall still reeling with emotional abuse she suffered at the paws of the impostor, Stemleaf's death and Spotfur raising his kits, and Shellfur's mateship with Fernstripe.

Plumstone ALSO has some stuff going on. She's besties-maybe-dating Thriftear, Bristlefrost's sister, and yet she's one of the more outspoken cats about how she's getting tired of the ThunderClan nepotism. She's strong, reliable, and a competent warrior-- so HOW is it fair that Nightheart keeps getting all these undeserved "chances to prove himself" when SHE is here, SIGNIFICANTLY more orange, and wants her own chance to shine??

I still see her personality as being "a dear" lmao, she's not mean, but she's also not willing to bite her tongue either. She will say what's on her mind, and point out unfair treatment when she feels it.

Thriftear supports this. Yeah, she's a descendant of Firestar and a great warrior, but she EARNED the respect she gets. Bristlefrost did too. Nightheart doesn't even want his legacy, why is this clumsy humbug still getting special treatment?

Good-cat bad-cat pair type thing going on.

So I'm probably going to let them both act as a unit, since BB's Dewnose isn't in ThunderClan and that was a really random pair-up anyway.

("wait! Elder Bones! Where did Dewnose go?" Probably ShadowClan, here is the BB!ThunderClan family tree. There's been shuffles; the Cloudbright kits are now Whitewing, Foxleap, and Icecloud, 3 "singlet" litters, spaced out over years.)

Quickie thoughts on touching up the trials;

(DISCLAIMER: NOT SOLID. WE DON'T REWORK UNTIL ARCS ARE COMPLETE.)

Berryheart's are going to need serious overhauls. Nightheart's were really cute and I enjoyed them, but BB is supposed to be about how her group is escalating towards violence. I do not want them to stay so "cute" for the story I'm telling.

I also don't want to keep Nightheart failing his last one on purpose. I want his growth to be more based in self-realization than trying to let Sunbeam "save face."

I kinda want Fringewhisker to get injured during one of her own, and then Antfur dies as collateral damage in Nightheart's last. I'd like Nightheart leaving to be half him realizing that his BEHAVIOR is a problem, and half for his own safety.

In ThunderClan, I'd like the boulder one to be more about Sunbeam assembling a team, almost like she's a patrol head.

Since it's her second trial and she displayed some pretty fantastic leadership skills with her first one, I've got an inkling of an idea that Squilf actually talked with Ivy about wanting to legitimately assess her talent.

Like, "We both know that this whole trial-system was just to appease the other Clans. These are meant to be easy because idgaf. But wow, Sunbeam was actually impressive with those kits. What else can she do, if we give her the chance?"

I really like writing Squilf as she's described in Bramblestar's Storm, where her good leadership comes from being attentive of details and making everyone feel useful.

Man... maybe ill save Rosepetal for this arc and let her be deputy during this. Something feels very Rosepetaly about this. Maybe even have Rosepetal be clearly treating her as if she's a Secondary Apprentice, preparing her to take over her reputation of being a prolific mentor... Nightheart comes back from his trip only to find Sunbeam with twice as much respect as status as he ever had.

I can always axe Rose later to get Ivypool in... But I also REALLY love all the Ivypool Deputy Drama with how there's a conflict with ShadowClan... man. why are there so many interesting girls.

Maybe Rose doesn't have to be deputy, but Ivy assigns Rosepetal as the only "mandatory member" of the Boulder Patrol. Like a tutorial tip lmaooo

Sunbeam: "I think I will pick......................" STARES AT ROSEPETAL, "aaalderrr-" Rosepetal frowns "--pluuuuumstone??" Rosepetal nods, "Wise choice."

And lastly. The final Sunbeam trial. Ngl hated it. It felt really boring compared to the previous two, which were super interesting and excellent ways to give some spotlight to background characters.

Riddles don't even feel like a ThunderClan thing. Idk that was a very RiverClan (philosophy) or ShadowClan (trickery) kind of thing.

I think I'll hold off on thinking about it though; I think it would be SUPER cool if I totally overhauled that last trial to make it foreshadow the later books, somehow.

I DO want to keep that disney channel ass Cherryfall being a bitch part though. I love her so much. I'm so glad she's walking in her father's pawsteps and becoming the snot-nosed brat of ThunderClan.

I will definitely be changing how Sunbeam HANDLES it though. Hate the way that the books emphasize never telling anyone anything.

In fact, I kinda want to make Sunbeam approach Sparkpelt for advice, to show she finally has a figure she feels like she can trust.

Explicitly contrast the way that she NEVER felt like she could approach Berryheart, and that so much of her appeasing, avoidant behavior had been because she didn't feel safe or respected.

Here, in ThunderClan, she has family. She begins to realize that even if Nightheart came back and dumped her, Sparkpelt and Finchlight would NEVER kick her to the curb.

So she goes to Sparkpelt about how she is being bullied by Cherryfall, and they TALK ABOUT OPTIONS.

Like, you know,

Spark: "We could go to Squirrelstar or the deputy."

Sun: "I don't want to cause a fuss if I don't have to... besides, idk, I don't want to set the peat on fire, it would be nice if I could be on good terms with Cherryfall later."

Spark: "that's very wise of you, but just remember that Squilst is a very fair person. We can always go to her. Do you want any backup at all or do you want to do this on your own?"

Sun: "I think... I think I actually do need to do this on my own. If I was being confronted, I think I would just double down if I was being attacked in a group. That was right with Brambleclaw because you weren't trying to convince him, but... what do you think?"

Spark: "I think Cherryfall's just like her father and her ego is everything to her, so I think you're right on the mouse with all this. Honestly, I don't even know how much I'm helping here!"

Sun: "Oh but you are helping! You're helping a lot! StarClan... it feels so nice to just... have someone to listen. Thanks, Sparkpelt."

Basically, tweak the trials to bring them more in line with the themes and messages of BB, y'know? And also beef up the Clans themselves, by stressing the various personalities that are at play here. Especially since I quite like how Sunbeam in ThunderClan has some super neat traits she wasn't expressing in ShadowClan.

Like... it feels like it could be a really cool story to tell about how supportive environments can make you really shine. How you can suddenly seem like a brand new person, just by having people who have your back and encourage your autonomy.

#BB!ASC #asc spoilers but like... book's been out a while now I will probably stop using this tag for this book soon #Better Bones AU

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