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brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month

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HOW WOULD THE LNDS BOYS REACT TO YOU FORGETTING ABOUT A DATE?

Just some mild fluff before I proceed to ravage you all with more angst writings :) Read my recent angst please : Damnation

Read my most recent fluff: LNDS Boys as Daddies

Warnings: fluffy af, sfw

Rafayel knows that you know he does not like waiting. But, he also knows the risk of your job and how it sometimes take up a lot of your time. But in this scenario, BOTH of your time. Rafayel sat at home, hands holding his phone, and his eyes would not wander off of the screen. Highly anticipating for a call, a text even. But it never came.

"Rafayel!" The door busted opened, and his burgundy-shaded eyes darted up. His eyes widened as he noticed your arrival, but narrowed again and he turned his head away from you. "Rafayel, I am so so sorry. I had totally forgotten about our date today!"

You walked in, pulling onto the hem of your dress, the one that Rafayel had got it specially tailored for you just for the dinner function you guys would be attending tonight. But, you did promised him that prior to that event, both of you would grab ice cream together. Until, you slept late the night before and you nearly forgotten about the date.

"I do not have the energy to deal with a goldfish. And, I am certainly not going to entertain you." He tossed his phone onto his couch and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes still not facing you. You sat on the marble floor, and reached your hand out to touch his thigh and you watched as the tip of his ear turned rubicund, matching the tint on the apples of his cheeks. Knowing him well enough, the pout on his lips would make him look like a puffer fish. Puff for me or puff me please.

"Rafayel, I am really sorry okay, I did not mean to forget about this date. I just fell asleep pretty late last night as I was filing reports for all of the recent areas that wanderers had appeared and the deadline is today." You sighed and rubbed your hands against his thigh. Eyes scanning his body language, hoping he would not toss a fuss. Not that you mind, but you figured that you would not want him to pull out of the event last minute as this dress of yours does cost him a pretty penny and you wanted the dress to serve its purpose.

His hand reached out to grab yours, to silently indicate you to stop and he turned around to look at you. The pout that was no longer evident on his lips silently made you wished you had teased him further. He actually looked adorable with that pout of his and sometimes it is worth the trouble just to witness it.

Taking in your features, dark circles seemed to be an accessory for your face nowadays. Sighing, he held your cheeks in his lanky hands. "I see that you have not manage to do your makeup. Would you like me to do it for you instead?"

"No no, Rafayel. I was late, I could not possibly ask you to do my makeup! I can do it myself, I brought my makeup along!" You mustered a smile on your face, hands rustling through your bagpack and you pulled out a small pouch, filled with all of the makeup necessities you need for an event. The sight of the makeup bag did not impressed Rafayel but instead made him scoffed at you in return.

"That is a small makeup bag for such a big event. My lover cannot appear looking like a hag, she has to look like a queen. And a queen I shall make her to be. I have better makeup equipment than you eventhough I am a guy." Rafayel tossed his hair back and used his hands to run through his silky purple strands.

"You mean those?" Index finger pointing towards the stacks of paints by the other side of the room. "God knows what other infection I will get this time. The last time you did my makeup with those paints, I ended up with conjunctivitis."

"Hey hey, now, you may insult the tools I have, but you never insult my skills, yeah? I would still admit I did a pretty good job with paint for makeup." He spoke proudly and he stood up, walking off to his lavish bedroom. It did not took him long before he appeared with a bucket bag in his hand. "So I made preparations this time."

He sat down on the floor, in front of you this time, and he opened the bucket bag to reveal all of the makeup tools. They all looked very new and awfully expensive. With silver handles and bristles that looked like it was made out of the finest hairs within the makeup industry you could imagine. "That is a lot of makeup." You blurted out. Can you imagine how many videos he had watched just to get the right makeup kit for you?

"It is to save you from having to bring over your makeup next time and gives me another outlet to channel my creativity. How about we both stay home for now and I take the time to do your makeup, yeah?" He nudged your nose, a smile forming on his pink lips. "I know that I do not like waiting, but for you, I will always be more than willing to wait."

Xavier stood outside of the claw machine outlet, arms crossed on the front of his chest and he was looking everywhere. For you. He glanced down at his hunter's watch. 2pm. But he has not even seen your face since the last hour. You were supposed to meet up at 1pm, but your no-show is getting him a little worried.

He took his phone out of his pocket, going through messages, sliding thoroughly across his message app to ensure he does not miss out on anything: Jeremy...work...work...Jeremy. He really has no friends I guess. Welp, less time for others, more time for you! But none from you. As he was about to give you a call, his cerulean eyes caught sight of you running past the square, before stopping to look at traffic and you continued running. By the time you arrived in front of him, you were huffing and panting. Hands on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Did your work held you back?" Xavier bent down, clearly concerned as he was analysing the way you were breathing. His eyes at the meantime, scanned your body to ensure that you did not have any wounds on you till he came to your shoes. It was rare for you to wear heels given your job and that you have to constantly be on watch for your surroundings. Xavier's eyes could not leave your pink platform heels. "You ran in those?"

The pointing towards your heels made you snapped your head up to his and his eyes widened, as if he was shocked at your sudden reaction. "Yeah, I figured I might as well dress up a little as this is a date afterall. And furthermore, these heels are only 2cm in height, it will not stop me from fighting wanderers. Stylish and practical." Your chirped, answering his question and giving him extra information that you know he would ask eventually. As you stand up straight, he finally get to take a look at your whole outfit. A white loose polyester-made sweatshirt tucked in behind a denim overall skirt, and it is clear as day that you had put on some makeup. "What are you looking at?"

"It...uhm...you look different." He said, hands coming up to rub his lips, a nature of his when he is either flabbergasted or in awe. "I think you look pretty today." His eyes caught yours again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Oh yeah, before i forget, I am sorry Xa---." You wanted to apologise for making him wait for an hour for you. There are times where you would be late to work or to a date, but being an hour late is definitely inexcusable and Xavier had every right to receive compensation from you.

"Don't be." He interrupted you mid way and disregarded your apology. "I can wait. I had nothing to do anyways. I even managed to take a short nap as I was waiting for you." He displayed a small smile, a comforting one. "But I would like for you to pay for my meal as you did made me wait for you for an hour." Hearing that request, you could not stop a smile from appearing onto your face. Getting complimented by him and also getting forgiven by him seemed like a huge green flag to you and well, you are his afterall as he is to you. You finally take your time to analyse his outfit for the date. There is no doubt he put some effort into this date as well.

A white shirt with black slacks, with a pale yellow cardigan for the an accent of colour to his outfit. Guess he is not that bad at dressing himself up. "You look dashing as well yourself." You complimented and his eyes caught yours once again, a smile emerging on his face. "I like the colours that you had chosen for today. It fits your aesthetic, especially with your blonde hair, the pale yellow really suits you." We all love the soft boys aesthetic, especially if Xavier is your type, squeal.

"I did took some time to research on the outfits that guys would usually wear for dates. Most of the searches showed tuxedos and blazers but I figured that would be too much for casual dates so I ended up settling for this." He gestured towards his own outfit, his tone carrying a hint proudness when he talked about his searching progress. "Anyways, what you do you plan to eat?"

"How does hotpot sound, Xavier?" You reached out to grab his hand and he took the chance to intertwine his fingers with you as both of you started walking down the street together. You noticed how some passerbys would eye Xavier, I mean, who would not? He is such an eye candy especially with the outfit he had chosen for himself.

Xavier looked up at the sky, what was once a sunny scene is now becoming gloomy, with dark clouds closing in one another. A rain is expected to be arriving. "Hotpot in rain sounds like a great date to me. And I personally think with you accompanying me to eat hotpot, I would gladly wait for you always."

The ringing of your phone blasted through the silence of your room and you were jolted awake. You hastily grabbed the device and held it to your ear. "Where are you?" Zayne's voice rang through your speaker.

You sprung up on your bed, the sudden movement made your bed creak and you hear another sentence came through your phone. "Were you asleep?" You hesitated, as you did not want his suspicion to be confirmed. But you did not even get a chance to answer before he spoke. "I am coming over now."

You hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, thinking you could tidy yourself up to give yourself a better reason to explain on why you were late for the morning coffee date you had set with Zayne since last week. But your late night movie marathon gave you such a dopamine rush that your had forgotten the dictionary word of 'sleep' and 'waking up early for a date'.

After you had brushed your teeth, you were going to take a shower next before the sound of the doorbell spooked you. IT WAS BARELY 3 minutes. How close was he to your house? The last you recalled, the coffee shop you guys were planning to visit was halfway across town and that would take around a 30 minutes drive. Another ring of the doorbell turned your fast walk into a straight up sprint, running past the corner of your house to get to the front door. But a slip on your floor mat, made you stumbled and you hit your shin against your coffee table and you squeaked. Yes, squeaked like a rat.

Once you got to the door, you unlocked the bolt and you opened your door, revealing the tall man, wearing all black, with dark features being his trademark. You adjusted your stance and stood still, eyes wandered everywhere, purposely avoiding his intense stare. "You looked like you were in your dreamland." His monotonous voice cut through the tension in between you two. "Is that the reason why you were late?"

You stood aside as he took a step into your house, taking his leather shoes off and he placed it on your shoe rack neatly. "I am sorry Zayne." You closed the door, and muttered your apology as you turned around to face the towering man. "I overslept and forgotten about our date. I am really sorry."

"You do know that if you constantly sleep late at night, it would deteriorate your health right?" He reached out his hand to the small of your back and he slowly guided you towards the couch in your living area. You nodded, eyes still refusing to meet his as you felt guilt eating into your gut. Noticing how you were slightly limping on one leg, he squatted down immediately to take a look at your leg. "It seems like the bang that I had heard just now was from you."

"I...I did not want to make you wait at the door as I was already late for our date." You muttered and mustered just enough courage to run your hands through his slick black hair. His hazel-green eyes looked up to catch yours and he seemed to relax a little. "I am sorry Zayne."

"Come, let's get you seated." Before you could say anything, he lifted you up bridal style and took a few long strides before seating you onto the couch. "Getting yourself hurt just so you can reach to me on time is not an ideal scenario to me. The last thing I would want is for you to be hurt. Wait here." He stood up and took strides towards your bathroom, probably to get your med kit.

Indeed, he comes back with the med kit and immediately started working on the small cut accompanied by a bruise on your shin, applying antiseptic on it before placing a plaster onto the wound. "I am sorry Zayne. I will not be late again. It is so careless of me to miss out on our date when today is one of the only days I get to meet you throughout the week."

"People forget, it is part of the human's nature. Eventhough I am busy, you can always stop by to visit me at Akso Hospital. I can schedule my surgeries to have short breaks in between if your concern is that we are not spending enough time together." His respond is the method he uses to accept your apology. He is not good with comfort, but he does have his ways to show you that he cares about you and about this relationship. "Does your shin still hurt?" The shake of your head indicated a no and he took in a deep breath, packing the items he had used for your wound back into the med kit and he took a small stool and sat onto it. A big man on a small stool making me gag through my laughs. Although the stool is not that tall, but with a giant like him sitting on it, his eyes are levelled against you. This allows him to see you at a better angle, to analyse your facial features better.

"How long have you been waiting for me?" You asked, eyes looking into his mesmerizing ones and he took your small hand into his. His eyes looked down towards your calloused fingers and he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his warm lips no longer a foreign feeling on your skin. Your cheeks flushed at the interaction.

"I figured I could fetch you there instead of having you to sit on public transports to reach there. So, I had my car parked outside of your condo since an hour ago." He said, hands reaching up to touch the side of your cheeks. "Although I was a little frustrated that you were taking a while, but I was more concerned on what had happened to you. You are weaker than what you seem."

"I am not weak." You responded, lip turning into a frown. The sight of you pouting at him calling you weak made him smile. "I was just busy watching movies that I liked yesterday night and I just happened to sleep late. But I am in no way weak or whatsoever. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I never doubted your capabilities to take care of yourself. But for some instances---" He pointed at your plastered shin and flashed you a smirk. "I am glad to identify myself as your appointed physician. But you said that you were watching movies till late night yesterday, and that you overslept?"

You nodded and he added on. "Then I suppose as your prime physician, I would advise you not to sleep late anymore. Instead, we can both watch however much movies you want whenever we are on a date so that could probably prevent you from oversleeping on our dates right?" He looked at you with comforting eyes and he pulled you to sit onto his lap. "And regardless, waiting for you will always be better than seeing you being hurt."

I may or may not have gone haywire on the wordings, so hopefully these would give you guys a good brain rot.

Drop me comments as it would brighten up my day and lemme know if you have any requests as well for any stories :)

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lnds #fluffy #fluff #lnds x reader

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mayajadewrites · 4 months

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attitude problem – levi ackerman

pairing: captain levi x fem scout reader

synopsis: while being a part of the scout regiment, you've gotten spoken to numerous times about your attitude towards other scouts and even leaders. captain levi ackerman has had enough.

authors note: this is my first time writing a one-shot so please be kind :)

NSFW.

"Mikasa, do you ever shut the fuck up about Eren?" You roll your eyes as you finish your dinner. "I feel like I know every single thing about him and I barely even know the man."

"Just because you're alone doesn't mean we all have to be." Mikasa retorted, glancing at Eren. "Right, Eren?"

"Smart men stay quiet." You get up from your seat and walk to the trash can to clean off your plate of food.

"I guess I'm a dumbass then." You turned around to see Captain Levi standing behind you with his arms across his chest.

"If the shoe fits." You shrug your shoulders and walk the opposite direction of Captian Levi.

Unlike everyone else, you're not afraid of the Captain. Hell, you're barely afraid of titans. Nothing truly scares you and your personality radiates that.

You fix your cropped jacket as you walk back to your room.

Captain Levi calls your name before you can open your door.

"Come to my office. And that's an order, not a question."

Unfortunately, you cannot ignore a Captain's orders. You can try your best to bend the orders to make it worth your while, but to simply ignore is not what a scout does.

You enter Captain Levi's office and notice how pristine everything is. There is not a speck of dust on any tables, nor is anything out of place. Even the piles of papers look like they're placed in a specific order. His outfit looked like it was just cleaned and steamed - his white dress shirt without any wrinkles, his pants tailored perfectly.

Captain Levin shut his door, striding to his chair. He leaned back in his chair, sipping his tea with his hand above the top of the cup. "Sit."

You comply, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"I've gotten several complaints about your attitude lately." Levi's half lidded eyes looked at you. "Every day actually."

"Did you want me to say sorry?" Your eyes stayed on his, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a vision fighting titans, but socializing is not your forté."

"I could say the same about you."

This must've struck a nerve in Captain Levi since he stood up from his chair, glaring at you with his steel shaded eyes.

He stood up from his chair and slowly made his way over to you, eventually pressing his hands on the armrests of your chair. Captain Levi inched his face closer to yours to the point where you could feel his breath. "What are we gonna do about that mouth of yours?"

Your breath hitched as Captain Levi analyzed your face. He studied every detail of your skin as if it was the last thing he would ever look at.

"Captain." You whisper, your eyes meeting his. "Have you ever been this close to a woman?" A smirk formed on your lips.

Captain Levi pulled your body up to him by your shirt, pressing his lips to your ear. "Oh brat, you have no idea." You felt his teeth sink into your ear, an unexpected moan leaving your lips.

Captain Levi pressed his hands to your waist and brought you on top of his desk so you were above him. Still unsure on what you should do, you played quiet.

"Don't act all shy now." The Captain's voice almost always sounded seductive, but right now it felt especially so. The warmth from your core felt like it was going to burn a hole in your stomach. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to fuck you on your desk."

"Correction, I'll be fucking you." Captain Levi pressed his plump lips to yours, feeding your hunger for him. His tongue was impatient, pushing through his lips into your mouth. His hands were placed on your hips, squeezing them gently every now and then.

You can't lie, you've always thought Captain Levi was hot as fuck. Who didn't. But you never thought he would ever want to kiss you, let alone fuck you.

"I never realized you could be quiet for more than 2 minutes." Captain Levi whispered against your lips, snaking his hands up your shirt to your tits. "So these are why you're always in trouble for dress code. Your buttons are about to burst open." He took your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it gently.

"Captain," You moan, leaning your head back. Captain Levi began massaging your tits gently, watching your facial expression turn into pure arousal.

"Lay down." Captain Levi ordered, stripping himself from his shirt, slowly undoing his lower half. You could hear his belt hit the floor, which made you even more aroused. "I'm going to fuck you on my desk, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Captain." You lay down on the wooden desk, the cold surface creating goosebumps on your skin.

"Levi." He said, bringing his fingers to your pussy. "Look how wet your pretty little pussy is for me already." One finger slipped in, then two. Levi pumped his fingers into your pussy, curling them when he felt it was deep enough.

"Captain - God, Levi." You moan, reaching your hands out to grab something, anything.

Levi pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his underwear off, kicking them to the side with his ankle. You looked up at the size of his cock, and holy shit, it looked perfect. You could see pre-cum drip from his tip and you were mentally begging for him to slam himself inside of you.

"You want this?" Levi said as he put his arms over you on the desk.

"Yes." You moan again, barely holding onto control.

"Yes what?" Levi inched closer to your face.

"Yes please." You whimper as he guided his cock into your pussy, feeling your walls stretch to the size of him. Levi's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pressed into you, his strokes long and gentle.

You didn't expect Levi to be gentle while he was fucking you, but he was. His hands caressed your face as he pulled in and out of you, planting kisses on your face and neck.

Levis lips found the sensitive spot on your neck where he began biting and sucking, leaving a hickey.

"Levi, fuck." You moan breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You feel so good."

"I'm the only one that can handle this pussy filled with attitude." His pace quickened, kissing your lips gently. "Remember that."

You felt your walls pulsate around his cock, chasing your high. "Levi, I'm gonna cum."

"By all means." Levi thrusted inside you faster, helping you attain that high that you've been dreaming of. The world shattered and it was just you and Levi. Levi's pace was quick and uneven now and you knew he was about to reach his euphoria.

He pulled out quickly and released on your stomach as he breathed heavily. Once he came down from his high, he grabbed a towel from his drawer and cleaned you off before himself. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was still dripping with arousal.

"Remember that the next time you mouth off."

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 8 months

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Do you ever think of Wylan as one of the most mature crows at the end of the books?

This is a really interesting question, and I think I would agree at least for the most part. Although all the crows undergo great personal development during the duology, I think that Wylan and Inej are the two left in the healthiest position they could be in at that time. The interesting thing about Wylan, for me at least, I’d the scene when Genya is tailoring him to lose Kuwei’s features and return to his own. In an attempt to encourage Jesper to tell her that he’s a Fabrikator, Wylan admits to Genya that he cannot read. Wylan, who at the end of soc was “red-faced” and “barely able to speak the words of his supposed affliction” (or something to that effect, sorry I don’t usually write these with the book on me to double check), is now able to openly admit it. He clearly struggles and Jesper describes him blushing and seeming visibly embarrassed, but he is still capable of so much more than he was previously. Genya’s reply is simply “that’s because no-one took the time to teach you”, and here’s the thing: I STRONGLY believe that the version of Wylan that existed at the end of soc would have stayed silent and let her believe that, but now he is able to correct her and say “lots of people took the time to teach me, it’s just something I can’t do”.

The nonchalence in Genya after this revelation is also massively important, because it shows Wylan that people will not always react like his father did. Because even though it didn’t change the Crows’ feelings for him, ultimately there people he already knew loved him and who were so different to his father in so many ways, including in their position in the world. But this is someone with no preconceived notions about him, high up in her government as his father is in theirs, and she simply does not care either way, it has no effect on her attitude or behaviour around him, and really that’s all that matters because they have no relationship. One of the saddest things about Wylan’s ending is that, even though he and Jesper are able to trick them, the Merchant Council react the exact same way to the suggestion that he can’t read that he feared they would - “How could you say such a thing about your own blood?”, as though it’s a horrendous insult. But having already admitted it to Genya shows Wylan that there’s a massive gulf between those who care wholly too much and judge him for it (his father, the council) and those who care in a support capacity but are entirely unaffected by it in their feelings towards him (crows, presumably his mother) and the people in that gulf simply don’t care. I think for a child who’s been scrutinised and judged and abused their entire life for not being enough, knowing that the vast amount of people don’t care what he’s going to amount to can be very empowering as long as he also knows that there are people who care in a supportive capacity as well.

I think this opens Wylan up to being able to mature more than the others since he’s found the power that will put him on the road to healing, as Inej has. For Jesper, the importance is that he has begun to look for that power - and will quite possibly find it in Wylan. However, I would always point out the immensity of Jesper requesting to have his money from the job put in his father’s name; is absolutely massive for him, it shows such a maturity to admit the problem even if he hasn’t found the way to healing yet, it’s incredibly important and should not be missed. For Kaz and Nina it feels a bit more complex to find their maturity, I think for Kaz there’s an want to find the oath to healing fighting against an active hatred of healing that’s been forced upon him by the city (I’ve talked about this a little bit before) and for Nina it gets more complex with the loss of Matthias, but I think she knows that she’ll find what she needs to in Fjerda and that’s the first step she needs to take. I also think that Matthias has undergone massive maturity before his death, and I’ve spoken about this a lot in my recent discussion of religion in the Grishaverse but he has undergone so much change and so much genuine improvement and attempts at improvement not only in acceptance but in his own well-being and starting to heal himself from us trauma as well. I think that if he hadn’t passed away he would’ve been a contender for most mature, but it’s also coping with his loss that has a massive impact on the maturity of the others.

I hope this made sense and thanks so much for your question! ❤️

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #nina zenik #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #wesper

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doverstar · 16 days

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A handful of people have requested I expand on my epiphany that the Tenth Doctor is the Doctor lineup’s equivalent of Enamored Smurf, so here I go if you care to waste some time-

Lots of Doctor/Rose fans like to say Ten was born out of love, specifically for Rose. He is tailor-made for her; we saw that. Even in the novelized version of The Christmas Invasion, Rose suspects that the Doctor’s new face has picked up a few of her mannerisms. I want to say, firstly, that I’m not sure that it’s technically canon that Ten was made for Rose, or that if you asked the writers, they’d say that his tenth regeneration was born out of love for her. I actually can’t find anything in my limited research where that’s canon – it’s fan speculation, but it seems to be true and that’s the short version of why I think Ten is the Enamored Smurf of the Doctors. But of course I’m me so this will take longer than that.

I’ll start with this factoid – Ten has kissed every one of his official companions. That says something. Bupbupbup wait, I know, that was Cassandra on New Earth, it was just a genetic transfer on the moon, he needed a shock to eradicate the poison in 1926, etc. Okay, I know he has good reasons behind each kiss, but it says something that David Tennant’s Doctor is the Doctor that the show felt most comfortable - how do I say this kindly - auctioning off romantically. Jon Pertwee’s Doctor, Tom Baker’s, even Peter Davison’s before him – there was a much different sort of conduct with them, just in my opinion. I don’t know if the audience at the time or the writers at the time would have been quite so free with the Doctor’s romantic potential. With Tennant’s Doctor, it’s just. Everyone. All the time. Astrid, Christina, Madame de Pompadour, Joan Redfern, Queen Elizabeth. Look, Ten is not the first Doctor to be kissing companions or even almost-companions, but he’s the one that seems to do it most often, especially in the 2005 revival (and here we exclude Matt Smith’s Doctor because he came afterward and Moffat was at the helm and Moffat cannot write a male protagonist who doesn’t kiss or get kissed by every young woman breathing near him). What I’m communicating here is that there is something about the Tenth Doctor that is, by nature, very romantic. He is romance-inclined. And most fans take that to be a direct result of the way he was brought into existence. The Doctor’s ninth incarnation was killed by absorbing the Time Vortex, and the only way he could survive that process was to regenerate. How did he absorb it? He pulled it out of Rose Tyler to save her life, after she absorbed it to save his. How did he pull it out of her? He kissed her! Could he have done it in a different way? *noise in my throat for I-don’t-know* Probably. Maybe he could’ve hooked her up to something in the Tardis, or used the sickbay or even tried the Zero Room. But he didn’t; he kissed her, and it’s canon in both RTD’s words and the words of the cast and other writers that Nine kissed Rose because he wanted to kiss Rose, and because he wanted to save Rose, and he was happy to give his life for hers – and that these actions were done out of love. Romantic love explicitly, as well as the self-sacrificial type of real, true, lasting love. That was agape stuff right there. Be still my heart hooooo boy-

So Nine is dying because he sacrificed that incarnation of himself to save Rose, because he loved her. And when he changed, when he regenerated, he changed into this younger-looking, Londony puppy dog man with hair Rose obviously likes and with a clear inclination toward romance. From the first, he’s a dashing hero with ego and brains.

Suddenly the Doctor is not the war-torn, forty-something-looking Northerner that takes a tiny bit to warm up to people and doesn’t seem to think much of himself. Suddenly, the Doctor likes to wink and click his tongue, give crooked smiles and really-tight hugs, and boy does he love physical touch. The tenth is obnoxiously flirtatious, and, appearance-wise, he’s just as grin-heavy and charismatic as the men we’ve seen Rose prefer in past episodes. If we go with the long-running theory that regeneration, while definitely 80% uncontrollable, can be at least a little influenced by cause of death and the emotional inclination of the Gallifreyan who is regenerating, then the most logical explanation is what?

He is ‘born out of love’. The Tenth Doctor is almost literally fizzing with passion. Look at him. Go look at him. Is he not hand-stitched to be roguish and attractive and fun and amiable and watch out, ladies-

(Mr. Tennant you are a fabulous actor and you do the show credit and you are this generation’s Tom Baker and you are more than your eyebrows, sir, please forgive me, we love you-) Even when he is being weird, he is being charming. Even when Martha does not know why he’s throwing away his shoes, even when she has concrete proof that he is another species and not human, she still swoons when he kisses her or smiles at her or looks in her direction. (Mad Martha, charity Martha, you deserve much better!) When River calls him ‘pretty boy’, even Donna’s affirmation comes out a bit quick, and there is no chance of that relationship ever being romantic. Astrid only has to meet his eyes one time and she’s a goner. Do not get me started on Madame de Pompadour-

The Tenth Doctor is a total Casanova. He exists in a state of romantic potential, because when the Doctor changed his face into that face, it was after saving – and finally embracing – this human girl that he is objectively, canonically in love with. He is Enamored Smurf. Now, that’s actually a huge problem. Because an alien man engineered to love one person is a lovely thing - as long as he can love that person. But the issue is that he’s a Time Lord. He can’t love the Earth girl practically the way he would like to, the way that’s best. He can’t settle down with her, he can’t even marry her. He knows that. He will outlive her. So he can’t ever say I-love-you because that’s commitment, and he can’t commit to Rose because it would be dangerous and unfair, especially to her. It wouldn’t (in his opinion) lead to a happy ending for both of them, but I already beat this horse to the deadest death, he’s buried over there, shhh-

Okay. So what does he do with all that love? While he’s with Rose, it’s mostly fine. He can show her all the time that he’s absolutely gone for her without ever saying it. “Oh, she knows.” “Does it need saying?” I mean. If the constant hand-holding and hugging and disarming smiles (ah, The Stone Rose, how are you today my beloved-) didn’t say it, the REALLY INTENSE BROWN EYES BURNING HOLES IN HER FACE will say it just fine.

Only this incarnation of the Doctor isn’t just romantically-inclined. He’s also got the biggest freaking ego I have ever seen on that man, don’t look at me Six, avoid eye contact Three- He’s full of passion, as aforementioned. Everything is – wait for it – at a ten. Where are you going, come back here-

So if he’s full of passion, that means everything he feels is at its peak. When he’s angry, he’s furious. When he’s sad, he’s miserable. When he’s confused, it’s a thousand whats before we get to a proper line of dialogue. When he’s happy it’s the best smile in the universe. And when he’s in love? Do not get in the line of fire (and by that I mean the big-brown-eye-contact) or you will be struck down in your prime. The issue with being the Doctor and being born out of love, full of passion, but unable to settle down with the object of that love? The issue is that it all goes other places, too. It’s not just for Rose. The Doctor as a character has forever been, in a sense, in love with the universe. In love with the human race in particular (not romantically, yikes, but you get it). If ever there were a species he’d be most inclined to fall for romantically, it’s going to be a human being. We saw it before Rose, we’ll probably see it after Rose, though not at the same level because – well, different relationships are different relationships.

And this Doctor has a huge ego. He loves attention. He loves praise. He even loves being adored. He knows darn well Martha fancied him the whole time and he still kept her close to him, and then bragged about it to Donna later. He finds the fact that he enchanted and snogged Madame de Pompadour delightful, and funny, even though he met her first as a child and hi, he has two very-mortal human beings already traveling with him on that clockwork spaceship who he should probably not leave to be disassembled for five and a half hours. One of which is supposedly the person he is in love with and who loves him back. But I digress; that episode in particular is another horse to beat at another time. Not Arthur. A different horse. He seems to pass out attraction and affection easily, and really take pride in that, which, if I were Rose, would be incredibly unnerving when he’s so affectionate toward you but he is also flirty and loose with basically every other woman he meets as well. Hear me, Rose is not entitled to reciprocation – neither is the Doctor, actually – but it does demonstrate surprising carelessness on his part after Nine’s clear, unwavering preference and devotion toward Rose. It’s obvious they care so much about each other, it’s obviously love, but of course she wanted him to say it out loud. He gives her reason to doubt that she’s in any way special to him. But because she’s Rose, of course she decided to stay with him because he needs someone, because she loves him, regardless of how thoughtless he can sometimes be about how he may be affecting her.

(I don’t like that about Ten, personally. I don’t like the ego, or the rampant flirting, but I really dislike that carelessness. And I understand the difficulties and the complications and the layers to that romantic relationship, to Doctor/Rose, and I get that it makes for good television drama, but also – sometimes you just wanna shake him. Either say you love her, or say very clearly that it will never work out and you are refusing to commit. You can have all the best intentions in the world because you love her, but if you’re not clear with her, it’s just making things harder for her on days when you are winking at and holding hands with someone else. I can make a separate post about how I have a very bittersweet opinion on Ten and would not like to travel with him, but…eh.)

Anyway. This post is longer than I wanted. The point I am trying to make is that he is the Doctor who is, yes, the most inclined toward romance, Enamored Smurf, but also that that is not always a good thing. Being born out of love and being full of passion can be a very dangerous thing. He is not just the most inclined toward romance – he is also the Doctor who is the most inclined toward villainy. Get behind me, Moffat, no Eleven is not-

As the Doctor with the most passion, born out of love, when I say that when he’s angry he’s furious, I am talking Time Lord Victorious furious. He is at times the most imposing version of the Doctor. In fact, there’s an entire alternate multimedia canon dedicated to the idea that the Tenth Doctor specifically could one day be a villain, after making a thousand small decisions that surface-wise don’t seem so bad, but that eventually snowball into one big, bad decision. And suddenly he thinks he’s a god and we have to root against him. And that’s just one drawback. The other drawback is plainly seen after Doomsday and Journey’s End – the Tenth Doctor cannot handle losing Rose. He’s completely ruined without her. He changed every single cell in his body with an eye toward loving her, and when she is gone, it probably feels like an enormous chunk of himself is missing. It probably feels like everything is tilting sideways, just a little bit, all the time. And the fact that he lost her and never explicitly told her how he felt? He has no idea what to do with himself. He goes from bad to worse. First of all, it’s made very clear that he is okay with dying when Rose is gone. We saw that in Turn Left. He was never trying to survive anything he ever did. He was saving other people, but he would have died several times over and had zero desire for self-preservation. The man practically begged the Daleks to kill him in Manhattan, and he would have drowned (in misery and river water) if Donna hadn’t been there to tell him “You can stop now!”

He has Martha and that helps, but she leaves. He has Donna and that helps, but she has to go too. He had Rose again, just for a second, but he can’t keep her this time, and that’s the last straw. He just snaps. Then it’s all bitterness, it’s all anger, it’s all ego. And it’s all at a ten, because what is he when he’s born out of love and the woman he loves is gone? What does he do with all that passion and pain? I’ll tell you what he does. He becomes the worst, most dejected maniac in the universe. He goes from wishing he could die to stubbornly refusing to die. And when it is time to die, he tries to be sure the last human face he sees is Rose’s face.

Actually the more I’m talking about it, the more I’m thinking Ten is the saddest Doctor. At least his other incarnations tried to die as heroes. At least they didn’t get to the point where they could look at Wilfred Mott, a global treasure, and say “not remotely important”. He’s Enamored Smurf, but he can’t do what he was sort of made to do. He can’t be with Rose. He can love her by giving her the chance for a happy ending, and he can love her by showing her the universe, and he can love her by giving his life for her, but he can’t keep her. He has to be without her. He can’t settle down (why do you think John Smith was so quick to fall in love and want a future with Nurse Redfern while being unable to stop dreaming of Rose, unable to stop dreaming she kept walking away?). If there was any version of the Doctor that wanted to be human in order to be with someone he loved, it would be Ten. Because he’s born out of love. And he just can’t escape that. Like this really beautiful, wonderful plant that gets moved out of the sun and is unable to reach water, so all its fruit goes sour. He’s miserable. Oh look I made myself sad-

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engineer!carlos 👁️👁️👁️ AND PRINCE X THIEF HELLO ????????

HI bestie!! ❤️

Engineer!Carlos is my beloved, I've talked about it a bit here and here if you're interested. I have a plot, now I need to write it 🫣

As for the prince x thief 🫣 @drspleenmeister saw this and put that idea inside my head and now I can't get it out. So now we're working on a fic where prince of monaco!Charles hooks up on multiple occasions with philantropist!Carlos. Except Carlos is an art thief and Charles is about to find out his secret 🫢

Charles delicately picks up a flute of champagne and sips at it as he observes the reception hall. Conversations run smoothly, a comforting white noise in the background, as people dressed to the nines mingle all around the decorated room. Wealth glints all over the walls, pieces of art everywhere, and on the table with expensive and delicate food. Also very very expensive wines and champagnes. Charles should be used to it by now but it’s a little bit too much in his opinion. They are raising money for a great cause tonight. Flaunting their wealth shouldn’t be such an important part of the process.

He sighs. It is what it is, unfortunately.

He sips again at his champagne. He is such a lightweight. It’s barely his second glass (okay, maybe third he isn’t so sure anymore), and the bubbles already fizzle in his brain. Maybe it’s why his stomach swoops all of a sudden.

(It was absolutely nothing to do with the man he just noticed across the room.)

He spots the broad shoulders clad in a perfectly tailored suit and the perfectly coiffed hair that can only belong to one man.

Charles downs his glass, gives it back to a waiter just to pick two more from the tray, and makes his way across the room. He smoothly sidles up to the man, standing side by side with him and oh so casually handing him the second glass.

“Mr. Sainz,” Charles greets him, so so casually, sipping at his new glass to avoid looking over to Sainz. “Such a pleasure to see you here, again.”

“The pleasure is all mine, my prince,” Sainz answers smoothly, Spanish accent thick.

Charles will deny to his death what that accent does to him, what that little nickname does to his guts and heart. He hides the shiver that runs through him and rolls his eyes for good measure.

“It’s Your Serene Highness,” he corrects (for the hundredth time probably).

“But you’re a prince,” Sainz fires back, “why would I call you anything else?”

Charles can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his eyes. He rolls his eyes even more.

“You are so annoying, Carlos,” he sighs – it’s even more annoying that he can’t quite keep the fondness out of his voice and if it lasts longer, he might start to giggle, he is so pathetic. “We haven't been seeing you in the Principality for quite some time, no?”

Carlos finally turns toward him and Charles cannot help but look back.

Bad idea, bad bad idea.

A single eyebrow rises on Carlos’ forehead, almost tickling with the black strand of hair falling over his eyes. Perfect eyebrow, on a perfect face, all dark eyes and sharp jawbones and plush (and kissable) lips. Charles wants to roll his eyes again. Or kiss that perfect face.

He feels his cock swelling in his pants. Fuck.

“I had some business to take care of. Nothing to worry about,” Carlos says with an infuriatingly sexy wink.

That wink does something to Charles’ belly. The word ‘business’ too, but for an entirely different reason. His suspicions lurk at the back of his mind.

“What is your business exactly? Stealing art?” he can't help but ask. He hopes it sounds casual, like a joke.

(He is deathly afraid it's the truth).

“My oh my, stealing, that’s a wild accusation. Who said anything about stealing?”

Charles frowns.

“The first time we met, a painting got stolen.”

Carlos quirks an eyebrow. Charles keeps talking.

“The second time in Madrid, another painting got stolen. And it happened again in Milan and in Paris last year.”

“I didn’t know you remembered all our times together." Carlos smiles. "Because you realize we were together every time these art pieces got stolen, right?”

Charles tries not to blush. He fails. He remembers those nights vividly.

“It’s a lot of coincidences, don’t you think?”

“The world is full of coincidences, my prince.”

Charles drinks the rest of his flute to be brave.

“Yes, coincidences. But you know art. You knew that first painting was a fake. Even though it took the expert almost an hour to be sure, with a lot of instruments and tests.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just smiles wider and wider.

“I had a hunch.”

“Or maybe you knew something. Because you did steal the real one.”

Again, Carlos just smiles. Charles is both really turned on and pissed that he was right. Or maybe he’s wrong and Carlos is playing with him. He doesn’t know. It’s infuriating. It’s sexy and he wants to kiss Carlos so so badly.

“If it is true,” he says slowly, “please refrain from stealing anything tonight.”

“Oh I don’t know. All this shiny wealth all around. I might be tempted to do something. After all, according to his serene highness, I am a mastermind thief.”

Charles rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I need a distraction,” Carlos adds smoothly.

Charles feels something press into his palm and he instinctively closes his fingers around it. It’s a key. He knows exactly where it leads. He could walk to this particular apartment with his eyes closed.

His pants are getting impossibly tighter.

“Yes,” Charles says, all red, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. “Maybe you do.”

He steps away before he does something stupid (like pop a boner in the middle of the big reception hall, or kiss Carlos). And worst of all, he can almost see Carlos smirk at his back, that smug bastard.

#charlos #wip #writing #prince charles x thief carlos

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princetofbone · 6 months

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Goals/Resolutions

I have. Opinions. On goals and resolutions and all those fun things. One of the greatest things in life for me is completing a goal. That said, following through with the things you promise yourself is incredibly difficult- especially if you go for big goals (which is a-okay you just gotta prep right)

Note on resolutions: Please PLEASE start doing the thing a month or two before the new year. I know it sounds dumb because it's a NEW YEAR resolution, not a November resolution, but getting into the habit of (for example) going to the gym 3x per week in November, and having slip ups in November, means that when January rolls around, it isn't new and scary, and it's way less likely that you will stop doing the goal in a week.

Note for all goals: don't aim too high- like in the previous example, I said gym 3x per week. I know so many people who decided they wanted to go to the gym every day, and then missed one day, and gave up because their streak wasn't perfect. Depending on the importance to you, I might even pick a goal way lower than what you think you can do- just so you can give yourself grace if you have an off day, or if you get sick.

Onto my method!

I'm a visual person, and I also happen to enjoy decorating paper, so I make goal sheets. I typically have three at any point in time.

My quarterly goals. I'm still in high school, so I make a goal sheet for each quarter of the school year. These are going to be your most broad goals- get >85% in all my classes - or journal 2x per week. Goals that are longer term, or goals that are not incredibly difficult, but would do a lot of good for you. Try and make these goals easy/medium. For example- I hope to journal every day for this quarter because it does me quite a bit of good, however I know that there may be days where I get tired or don't have time, so I left plenty of room for error.

Monthly goals. These can be very similar to quarterly goals, so if it wouldn't help you to have both- don't. I do this, because I like to hyperofocus some months onto specific things. I'm doing NaNoWriMo this November, and so one of my monthly goals will to be writing every day. Separating this out to months is less stressful for me, because I can push through one months, but pushing through three is an awful lot.

The most important for me- Weekly goal sheets. I don't include weekends into these, and they are typically very focused on issues I'm having in that moment. I was finding myself skipping a lot of class, so a weekly goal was to go to every class I had. The weekly goal sheets allow you to focus in on issues you're having, and help push you towards achieving your quarterly/monthly goals.

The thing that allows all these sheets and rules and nonsense to work is a rewards system. As I'm making my sheets, I write in things I can do if I complete my goals. For the weekly goals, I will allow a trip to my fav tea shop, or organizing an event with friends. I try pretty hard not to make the reward buying something because that feels icky to me.

Monthly goals, I generally attatch a reward that could be read as a chore. For example, one of my goals this month is to read before bed three times a week. If I do that, I can clean out my bookshelves and get rud of books. This may not seem like a reward, but once I clean out my shelves, I'm allowed to buy more books, so it opens an opportunity. (without rewarding myself via consumerism)

Quarterly rewards are the most exciting (for me). I have a long list of things I can afford, I want, but feel like I need a special occasion to buy. this could be a tailored vest, a pen, a new notebook. Is it consumerism based reward? Yes. Does it massively decrease my purchasing bc I only by myself "for fun" things when I complete a quarterly task? Yes. It also forces me to use self control because I

1) have to wait a while to get the thing

2) If I don't do the goal, I cannot buy.

I hope something from this helped/sparked ideas, so go, be free, make some goals!

#studyblr #student #study #study motivation #motivation #goals #resolutions #advice #continuing resolution #motivation tips #goal tips #dark acadamia aesthetic #aesthetic #chaotic academia #dark academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #student tips #student help

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ofmermaidstories · 11 months

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Let me preface this by saying I did check your FAQ but I didn't see this there yet I still find it hard to believe no one has asked you this at least a thousand times so if they did and I just missed it I'm sorry and you can delete this ask but—

You write such beautiful, detailed fics with lots of foreshadowing that often starts from the very beginning of the story. I think you made an author note once about only posting the first chapter of a fic after you've written the whole thing (or maybe that was Andie...?). If so, is the time between updates just you going through and rereading / editing like 100k words?

Basically, I want to ask: what is your fic planning process like? From the moment you get a first idea to posting the last chapter, what does I look like? I think you're a really, really amazing (one of the absolute best if not THE best) author but I cannot fathom how one human being can write such mammoths of fanfiction and stay motivated enough to finish them.

Also you're already planning Halloween stuff ?? You plan things literally half a year in advance?? Are you even human? We don't deserve you. 😭

You called yourself lazy in the webcomic post but I think you must work unbelievably hard to make such high quality stuff and without even getting compensation for it. You're amazing and I'm very thankful to exist in the right timeline and fandom to read your work. :,)

(oh my god this became such a ramble I'm sorry)

Oh Ari. 🥺 Hello.

I update as I write! So that was probably Andie, lmao, who’s definitely the better example to follow when it comes to plotting/completing a fic. 🥺 She’s amazing and if I could fashion myself after any other writer in our niche, it would be Andie hands down!

But okay, let’s get into it. 📝

A little disclaimer, before we start; I did not go to school for any of this lmfao. The most relevant education I have behind me is a extra-circular literature class I had during my last two years of high-school. The only reason the following works for me is because I’ve cobbled it together from years of trial and error. You can read advice and watch youtube videos about the writing habits of famous authors, but you have to tailor everything you hear to suit you and the way you work. The best advice in the world from the highest paid author in the world won’t work if you’re not wired in the same way! You have to take everything about yourself and what you like and what you want into account!

Part I—first we take Manhattan

start ur fic lol

First thing’s first; I’m a plotter. I don’t pants. If I pants, I lose interest—I need to have the final vision in front of me, even if it’s just a bullet point. I have to know what I’m working towards. That is crucial to literally everything I do. Every fic you see on AO3, every WIP I’ve mentioned working on or wanting to work on—I have always known two things about them, immediately: the hook that gets us in there, and how they end.

So for fics in particular, the start might look something like—I get an idea (I want Reader and Bakugou to kiss). And then I sit there and I brainstorm to myself (What’s stopping them from kissing? Why does Reader want to kiss someone so rude when there’s so many other nice boys out there? Is Reader particularly kissable?). And then, if I’m lucky, I think of an ending (Reader and Bakugou finally kiss, but he’s the one that initiates it, because he’s always wanted to, because he likes that Reader always wears a yellow coat to work—it’s ugly and it sticks out among the black and tan ones of the crowd but he comes to associate it—and thus Reader—with routine and his mornings going well).

This is often the most fragile time of an idea. That hook (Reader and Bakugou kiss) might fall apart with a bit more prodding (why would they kiss? Reader’s a stranger to him; most of us don’t go around kissing random strangers just because we like their coats). Or maybe the hook sticks (they spend almost years in orbit around each other, a constant near-miss) but the ending doesn’t work (I don’t know how to move Bakugou to a position where he can kiss Reader, where he has the opportunity to). For every idea you see in action, or listed, there’s like three more that died during this stage and are now being cannibalised for spare parts.

Part II—running up that hill (a deal with fic)

work work work

If our idea survives, we then move to the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage; which manifests itself in this case as a doc, where I’ll just write any and all ideas I have for this little world so far.

For fanfics, it’ll generally look like—

TITLE

SUMMARY: Bakugou and Reader kiss.

(in which Bakugou first notices you because of your ugly yellow coat)

📝 Reader is allergic to diary products; for ages Bakugou thinks of her as That Cheesy Extra, because of the colour of her coat. She laughs when she eventually learns about this. (“I can’t even eat cheese,” you complain)

📝 Reader stops walking past the coffee shop Bakugou gets his coffee at, one day; moves??? Leaves the city to help a friend out for a few months. Despite himself it throws Bakugou off-kilter, and when he sees someone (not Reader) in a yellow coat during a villian attack, he momentarily loses focus—gets injured???? The news of his injury makes the news, Reader sees it in Bumblah nowhere.

📝 Her coat is donated accidentally by a roommate, in a mix up, for a charity she’s volunteering at; when Reader returns to the city, she has to make do with a new one, a more neutral colour. Bakugou recognises her anyway and that’s when he realises it was never about the coat (!!!!)

Like, this is actually a pretty good approximation of what all my current fics have looked like, at that stage, before I tidied them up and refined them into proper outlines. Because that’s what will happen next, once we have a rough idea of what we want! Things get moved, or removed—tightened. A rough plot outline takes shape! If I get any ideas for a sequel or a spin off that I might want to do, I’ll note them here (Reader’s roommate, Roomie, who’s working at a charity—eventually meets Shinsou, who’s working on a case. She thinks he’s homeless; he doesn’t realise. They carry on like this for a while.)

Once I have a rough outline (rough meaning in bulletpoints), I’ll start on my more in-depth outlines—I do these chapter by chapter! I say this a lot, but they’re basically a really rough version of said chapter. So it might look like:

Reader’s walking to work; it’s cold enough that’s she’s wearing her coat. There’s a new coffee-shop opened on the corner—it’s full, popular, you think it might be because it’s at a crossroads between two different Pro Hero agencies. Reader glances at the window, interested, but then a friend calls out and you hurry along. Bakugou, inside the coffee-shop waiting for Half and Half to get his order, is affronted; your coat is ugly as shit, and he complains loudly about it to Shouto, who mentions something about Baku. having no room to complain about ugly colour choices.

The swap between Reader/You happens a lot because I’m not using my brain properly, at this stage—I’m just shovelling the sand I need into the sandbox. Once I finish my shovelling, I go back and I rewrite it—but better, LMAO. I flesh things out, I throw things away as needed, I add things in. It’s basically really, really intensive handholding and I would not recommend it for anyone who’s already daunted by the idea of plotting; I do it because if I don’t have a chaperone there (aka my outline) then I’m prone to getting distracted. I am basically the fanfic equivalent of the undiagnosed ADHD kid at the back of the class that only gets work done when they’re sat right in front of the teacher (and even then, there’s like a 50% chance it’s not actually work that’s happening but doodles of that weird pointy S thing over and over again).

Once it’s done, though, we have a completed chapter! I then post it and wait like a little crab under some rocks for people to be tricked into being nice to me, and then I dig back in and think nice thoughts about repeating this process to get chapter two. Eventually I will—and viola! Another chapter! We repeat that over and over until we get to the end of our original outline and we have a finished story. 😌📖

Part III—you’re on your own kid

motivation

No one ever likes this part, or what I’m about to say, because at best it sounds like saccharine fodder and at worse it’s out of touch with most people’s experiences in fandom, but—the only way to stay motivated when doing a long-haul fic is that you have to do it for yourself.

People are so kind to me, about the fics I’ve done; it’s part luck and part what I choose to write and part how I write it. And I mean—I share them because I want a little bit of attention, lmao, that’s natural because we’re humans, we all want attention. But here’s the thing, here’s the secret—I take these fics 110% deadly seriously. LOL. That sounds like a joke, but I do! I do that because it’s how I’m built and how I keep myself interested in them—because taking them seriously means I’m more invested in realising the ending I’ve imagined for them since day one.

If other people stopped being so nice about what I was writing, I would be sad—anyone would. 🥺 We all want to be told that we’ve done a good job. But I’ve had the ending for the Deku fic, for example, in my head since it’s predecessor was on-going. That is literal years of knowing how I want Izuku and Scribble’s story to end. If everyone disappeared tonight I would sulk, hardcore, and then I would finish that last chapter anyway. I would finish it because I’ve spent so much time and energy working on that story that not finishing it is a disservice to the world I built around those characters and most importantly to myself. I probably wouldn’t stress as much about it, LOL, if the audience shrunk back down to just me, but I’d still do it. 🥺

I write—and try to finish—these fics because I deserve to see them finished. I want the completed tick, on ao3. I want to look at it and know that I can do it—that I can start something as simple as Bakugou hating on some rando’s yellow coat, and bring it to the finish-line where they finally come together, and see each other, without the yellow coat or through a coffee-shop window.

And this is what I mean by like, tailoring things to suit you—because I know others might be perfectly content to imagine the ending for themselves, without writing it. Or maybe they don’t want to treat fic seriously, because it’s fun escapism. Maybe disappointment that it’s not received like they thought it would be sours the whole experience of fandom for someone—there’s no right or wrong to this. I know I can write for an audience of just me because I’ve done it before. The satisfaction has always come back to the same thing—knowing I finished it, and wrapped that world up as best as I could. You have to pick and choose your poison—and then you have to run with it.

I hope that answers at least some of your questions, Ari. 🥺 Thank-you for such a thoughtful ask; for being so sweet. 🥺 You’re amazing, and I’m the thankful one—I’m glad we’re here, together. 🌷🌾✨📖

#ofmermaidstories-asks #ari do i have a tag for you? 🧐 hmMMMm #anyways i hope you have a good week and that this was at least a tiny bit helpful lmao #i should link it…. ugh i should overdo my whole masterpost tbh 😩 this is where the lazy comes in bc id rather stare at my wall tbh LMAO #first we take manhattan—then we take berlin 🎵#writing stuff

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halowritesthings · 2 months

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i love learning about things a week late through youtube recommendations from random channels i've never seen before

(bad grammar and typos cause i'm shooting my shot as fast as possible so I can get back to Important Adult Stuff(TM))

i suppose i can't really gripe because i'm still largely logged out and wouldn't have heard otherwise so maybe I should take it for what it is

i know i'm a random person who writes as a hobby so I don't necessarily "owe" anything to people online, but y'all have been so sweet to me and I feel it would be unfair to keep dropping off the face of the planet like I have been, plus, I have been stewing over quite a bit of my thoughts these past few months and making a large "get all my thoughts out in a word vomit" post is a good way to A.) sort out my shit and B.) to procrastinate homework

college is BEATING MY ASS and i'm not even at the harder junior/senior year type stuff so even if my writer's block wasn't the worst it's ever been I highly doubt I would be writing anything anyway. i cannot say for certain when I'll be able to get back (it seems the universe is tailored specifically to punch me in the face whenever I have the slightest inclination to do so) but i will say it is always on my mind. i don't ever want to give up writing fully because of how many good things it's brought me but i want to be mature and say that it has taken a backseat in my life.

i still don't regret the things I've created and i will always be thankful for the experiences I've had + the friends I've made (even if we haven't talked in a while :') sorry guys) BUT this situation has just become the nail in the coffin for me in terms of what i want to do with my ds/mp and other adjacent fics. i can't say for certain what I'll go through and orphan/keep or just outright delete (WIPS/unfinished series will probably get deleted is what I've decided so far) so this is a BIG WARNING sign right here and now: if there are any ds/mp fics of mine you are fond of, please go and save them now. even if you think the one you really love is "safe" it's better to be cautious and have it yourself than hope for the best outcome.

now's a good time to mention that i have been feeling similar feelings toward my fl0wer husb4nds fics (gonna come out and be honest: i don't particularly care for sc0tt anymore, sorry) so if you like those you should also search them out. i think a hard majority if not all of them will be orphaned, so they'll still be up, but it never hurts to be able to read something while offline anyway

however, due to the aforementioned Important Adult Stuff(TM), i won't be able to get to the whole Properly deleting/orphaning process for a hot minute. that does not mean you should put off saving my fics because my brain could decide one night that i HAVE to do it IMMEDIATELY, but i can promise that it's not happening tonight (might hold off for at least a week just to give people time to see this post).

TSALP, my pride and joy, is perfectly safe and fine. when i think about whenever ill be able to write again, this series is the First thing to pop up in my mind. i have so many things i want to do with that series (and h3rmitcr4ft as a whole) that make me smile despite all that has happened surrounding mc/yt. someone will need to threaten me with death to make me even consider giving that up. hell, even taking a step back, i can say that i will never fully let go of mc/yt. i straight-up have tickets to go see tommy's america show later this month (send my dad well wishes as he's the one taking me LMAO) .

remember to drink water, take breaks, tell your friends you love them etc. I'm terrible at giving advice since I'm a bonafide mess of a person, but i will say that the best thing you can do for each other is support one another. i've always been a bigger fan of giving support to those who are hurt than trying to go and cause more pain to the people that you can argue "deserve" it. the people you care about are going to be with you much longer than the assholes, so be sure to put more energy into focusing on them than the ones that don't even deserve your scorn.

#halo be talkin #dont plan to tag this with any warnings unfortunately but i hope i left it vague enough to not be upsetting but specific enough #to know what im talking about

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letsberealgenz · 2 months

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3 tips to boost your self esteem

You do know right self esteem is everything in life man. The way you think, the way you speak, the way you walk, the way you do everything begins with you first. It is how you perceive yourself first in your mind and then your actions conspire along. That’s what self esteem is really about.

I am going to share with you 3 tips to boost your self esteem. So let’s go! (Making this quick, fun and digestible so that you can start applying it immediately)

Start journaling

Ahh I know. I have been speaking a lot about journaling and how to do it in the most fun and easiest manner. It’s funny how journaling found its way even to here. Oh man we have to spill the beans already!

Write out a list of things you admire about yourself. (Ahh don’t be shy, just do it. Now it’s the time!)

List down your strengths.

List down your skills.

List down your talents.

List down everything and anything you love about yourself.

Now you must be wondering how is this even going to boost your self esteem? Like common just through writing? What if I told you this?

Once you start writing you would realize an instant energy shift in your being. You start feeling good about yourself. You start loving those areas of your life that was once overlooked and immediately you’d feel a great sense of gratitude for it.

What’s even more powerful is you’re going to discover some skill/talent/strength that all this while you taught it was just normal but it’s actually beyond ordinary.

You would now want to start finding a way on how to actually apply this towards achieving your goals. Never know this could be the breakthrough for your success. Your true purpose and calling is usually highly relatable to your inner talent/skill/strength that have been buried deep within.

BOOM! Do you feel that vitality already? Like you are so energized and you just want to execute this 1st tip already. I told you so it’s so accessible all you need is a JOURNAL and a PEN/PENCIL (best friends).

Practice daily affirmation

This is so so so so so IMPORTANT! (can you see how I’m emphasizing on this?)

Affirmation does not need to be mystical in fact it is just another way of you speaking positive words to yourself. Like you are affirming to yourself you are magical. You are confident. You are perfect in every way. These are just some examples but you can really personalize and tailor your affirmations according to your situation.

Just through this you would be able to step out and take on the day! Sometimes in life we just need that extra dose of shot. One shot goes a long way!

Do something uncomfortable

Yes you heard this so many times! Get out of your comfort zone but isn’t this so powerful that once you step out of your bubble your self esteem increases tremendously.

Like if I am skydiving for the first time, oh yes I would resist it at first because my entire being is unfamiliar with it. It is foreign. But I do know this once I execute this, just once, automatically my body would take the risk for the second attempt.

Because now my self esteem has been boosted! Find something that scares you and do it as frequent as possible. We learn the best when we step out of our own being.

Honestly do not let anybody and even yourself to make you feel like you are not good enough or confident enough. I am here to remind you even when you feel you cannot do it (this is your mind tricking you, do not let it trick you) just do it! You have the capability of doing it. You are capable of anything and everything. I believe in you x

Yours, Asrajjit Kaur

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courtoftheclueless · 5 months

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Cold Weather

Take the first of hopefully 31 writing things this month. I cannot in good conscience call this a "Drabble" as it is about 950 words.

Also, take the taglist before the thing: @bioexorcizm@eternally-smitten If you want to be added, then let me know!

This verse (the 141 World of Darkness AU) will be tagged as "Side Sessions"

“Fuck.” It was a little shocking to hear Garrick to the be the one swearing. But, as always, it was done with a careful enunciation that made it almost seem socially acceptable. “How is it colder in here than outside?”

Dr Giovanni couldn't help but roll her eyes at his exaggeration. Outside was cold enough to have frozen the English streets. To turn the slush into ugly ice and leave a layer of snow coming down carefully. In her morgue-slash-laboratory wasn't even cold enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Would you rather have rotting corpses?” The autopsy was done, and she was running the samples through the machine to get a basic idea of what the composite illness was. She had neutralized it- and would later investigate it personally- but machines helped with the initial guesswork. “I have a kettle in my kitchenette, and coffee or tea in the cupboards.”

“Can’t you just… have them not rot?” Despite his incredulous tone, he did move towards the attached office and kitchenette to her workspace. At the very least, he was going to entertain her. “We watched you raise the dead.”

“No, you watched me use the ZV in the infected to hijack their muscular system and use them like meat puppets.”

“Morbid.” The kettle began to heat. It had an almost annoying noise to it, but it helped keep her aware of who was doing what in her space. “If you can do that, you can make it warmer, yeah? It’s freezing out there.”

She turned, brown eyes leveled with his and an unimpressed press of her lips.

The shrug he gave was genuine, though not enough to stand up completely from where he leaned against the counter. His baseball hat- though he hated it when she called it that- replaced with a toque- he really hated when she called a ‘beanie’ that- to keep him warmer.

If he wanted to be warmer, he could grow out a proper beard and moustache as opposed to the almost teenaged thing that sat on his upper lip and across his jaw. It was a shame. He was a handsome man, absolutely let down by such a thing.

“That is nowhere near the same thing, Garrick.” And he smiled a bit. The quirk of his eyebrow and cock of his smile a challenge. “It’s about knowledge. You have to know what you’re working with. I know the body- both alive and dead- and so my magic works well with it. I am not a meteorologist, so I’m not going to risk fucking up the environment because you’re too fashionable to bundle up properly.”

“Says the woman wearing a waistcoat.” He nodded at her attire. She had an air of professionalism about her, with her blazer on the back of a chair, her waist coat and well tailored pants, and button down shirt sleeves rolled up neatly to her elbows. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m used to it. Spent most of my life in a morgue like this one.” The hum he gave felt a little awkward to her, but she pushed past it. Her whole life was morbid. Sometimes things worked out like that. “I keep a sweater in my office in case it gets to be too much.”

“And I’m guessing quite a bit of this hot chocolate, huh?” He rattled the mostly empty can. It was a cheap brand- a remnant of her childhood. “Thought you bought this thing last week.”

“Can’t drink coffee, don’t like tea.”

The offended English gasp was enough to make her laugh as she moved to the computer hooked up to the microscope. A little bit enchanted coding, and it should be able to help identify the virus. Tricks that one of her half sister’s brothers taught her.

Good man, and one who despite his affinity for mixing magic and tech, had enough sense in his head to detest the Technocracy. A damn good man.

“You’ve probably never had a proper cup then.”

She already knew where this was going. It was past eight in the night- he would tell her to grab a cup of tea with him. Then a meal- his treat. Then back to the barracks for them to sleep because this was hour thirty of being in the lab with the specific body they were trying to investigate.

“My mother would yell at you for saying that.” He was handsome and sweet, so she was going to fall for it. But that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. “Wrath of Saint Martha would be upon you if you made her feel that it wasn’t good.”

“Which one?”

It was a fair jab that he gave with a tilt of his head. The Catholic church had plenty of saints. But She was better known- or at least she thought She was.

“Saint of Housewives, Servants, Cooks.” The computer would take hours more to go through all the possible viruses that the amalgamation could be. But she didn’t take anymore steps to go and hang out with him. Not until he actually asked. “Ma and I had an icon of her in the kitchen when I was growing up. She and Nonna taught me to ask for guidance whenever trying to cook for others. I could give myself food poisoning if I wanted, but don’t I dare serve shit to others.”

“Well, how about we check out if the pub down the road does the same?”

There it was. But she had been living off of microwave meals and naps in an office chair for the past thirty hours.

“Fine, but I won’t hear any sort of complaints about the cold.”

#side sessions #mostly garrick #because he be pretty #drabblecember2023 #charlies writing

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hislittleraincloud · 7 months

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I just wanted to contribute to your recent ask, if that's okay and I will be hiding behind an anonymous face, so apologies in advance but I'm anxious about backlash from others since I'm active in the fandom and I may piss some people off.

I agree with your statements about the incorrect use of nicknames toward whichever partner Wednesday is paired up with, it makes me cringe so much, especially with the 'Cara Mia' because like you, I cannot see Ortega's Wednesday using the same pet names that her parents use. Some people go ridiculously overboard with it, and I really enjoyed your breakdown over the incorrect use of the French pet names. Wednesday despises the sappy love between her parents, I highly doubt she would mimic that.

I've seen your posts pop up occasionally, I like some of the art you share, and I did try reading your story out of curiosity. But it did make me uncomfortable with the underage stuff due to past experiences, and that is okay for me to admit and doesn't mean you're a bad person for writing it. It's a fanfiction ffs, the same people upset about your pairing are probably having wet dreams over Wednesday murdering people or some other illegal shit 🤷‍♀️

I have respect for you as a person and writer, and how you've brought awareness to the transphobic nature of some fics, we don't need that in this fandom.

Nothing better to offset anon hate than anon respect. 💖✨

It's always okay to drop anything in my inbox if you're afraid of backlash due to popular shipping, but "YOU PERVERT, IT'S R#PE!!!" judgement should not be faceless. 🥹

It's also always okay to give reason to why any fic or pairing is something you avoid due to trauma, and you shouldn't have to say that aloud. At least, you don't to me. I sincerely hope that my post didn't come across as "U MUST READ MY SHIT NO MATTER WHAT BEFORE YOU JUDGE IT" to those (like you) who have terrible trauma surrounding the subject/content. If you have such trauma, then my tags should've been a warning, and I completely understand why you would not want to read it.

Hm, I'm also agreeing w the whole subject matter in general thing. I've seen a few fics where Wednesday is r#ped and/or tortured (usually by Tyler or Gatesmonster), but apparently others do, so whatever. 🤷🏽‍♂️ I can't impose on others my severe judgement on what gets others off (in terms of fiction and fictional characters), I can only say that Wednesday suffers enough mentally on a daily basis that I hate adding to that, or seeing it. N/C Wednesday is still precious to me, no matter how tempting it can be to smack her around a bit/knock her off her high horse (I was pleased though, when in canon she got her brow nicked...she hadn't had any reason to attack Bianca before then, aside from her calling her a psychopath (as if not everyone in the school already thought she was)...she was being a narc little asshole during the fencing scene).

As for the rest of it, I really didn't say anywhere that Wednesday shouldn't come up with any cute pet names for Enid, even suggesting that she could be creative enough to make her own compound words like "my little lupinette" (to me, something like that would make her bond with Enid much more tailored to whatever Enid brought out within her while distancing herself from becoming Mommie Dearest enough). Borrowing directly from them just... 💀 AB Wednesday is currently even more formal and uptight than any Wenclair Wends but is slowly learning, and in one upcoming scene she calls Donovan "Jim". My readers will see why (🤣🤣🤣).

Aside from crafting this Satisfying Universe, I had to sit and watch malignant psychopaths destroy the hopes and dreams of my fellow 🏳️‍⚧️ people in Tennessee, Florida, Texas, Missouri, etc. this spring and throughout the summer, so I'm especially peeved when I see anything that could be construed as trans exclusionary in here. I lost the Potter fandom to it in 2020 when JKR came out full TERF, even though we all kind of suspected it before. We never, ever had "Draco Malfoy x AFAB reader" or "Hermione Granger x AMAB reader" labeled fics. We didn't care what you were born with, genital-wise. Fiction is and will forever be an escape, so let's try to keep it that way. 🫠✨

Anyway, thanks for the message. I'm only sad that you feel like you need to hide, or that anyone feels like they need to hide. I understand it though.

#anon respect #anon response #wednesday #wednesday addams #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn

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josfitpersonaltraining · 2 years

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6 Personal Training Tips You Shouldn’t Miss

You finally took the plunge and hired a personal trainer!

This is a big step in taking control of your health and fitness journey. But it’s not over. You still have a long way to go.

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The tricky part is getting the most out of every personal training session, so you hit your goals—and hit them fast.

Don’t be overwhelmed. We will share 6 practical tips to help you with your personal training.

1. Set Specific and Measurable Goals

Before your first session, you should sit down with your trainer and set specific goals. That could be anything from losing 20 pounds to being able to do an unassisted pull-up.

And more importantly, make sure they are specific—“I want to lose weight” is not specific enough. Try to remain specific in whatever goal you choose to attain.

Once you have your goals set, make sure to write them down and bring them to each session so you can track your progress.

This is also necessary to avoid wasting time for both your and your trainer’s sake. Because you know where to head, you will quickly understand how to start.

2. Understand the Technique

Don’t follow everything that you see at the gym. There are many people out there who follow the wrong technique. And such incorrect practices can cause injuries. Sometimes, you would even think you are doing it right but you may be far from it.

So, speak with your trainer and make sure you get the right technique.

3. Put Your Phone Away

The next tip to have better personal training sessions is to avoid the use of phone. When you’re working one-on-one with a trainer, it’s important that you give them 100% of your

attention.

This means putting your phone away so you can focus on the task. It can be tempting to sneak a peek at your group chat or emails when your trainer turns their back for a minute—but resist the urge!

Not only is it rude, but it also means you’re not fully invested in your session—which means your goals will be delayed.

4. Ask Questions and Give Feedback

You cannot hesitate to share what you feel. Your personal training sessions are for you, so you should see them as an opportunity to learn as much as possible about staying fit and healthy long-term.

So don’t be afraid to ask questions like proper form or diet recommendations. Your trainer will be more than happy to answer them.

Similarly, speak up if something doesn’t feel right or if there’s an exercise you don’t enjoy doing. Most importantly, you should communicate if you have special needs—-for example, a recent injury or health condition. Once communicated, your trainer can better care for you.

The whole point of these sessions is for you to feel comfortable and confident working out on your own. So it’s important that we tailor each session specifically to your needs and wants.

5. Muscle Activity

For every workout, your coach instructs you on what and where you are likely to feel the muscle tension. You can also ask your coach if you forget or are unsure where you should “feel” a muscle activation when doing a workout.

If you know which muscles you should be activating but can’t seem to get them to do so, let your coach know. It is very normal and happens often. You will have more success with physical strength and growth if you can contract and “feel” the muscles engage properly for an activity.

6. Trust Your trainer

Last but not least, trust your trainer. Remember that you have hired a professional for a reason, and they know what’s best for you.

You can, of course, talk with your trainer if you want to try different workouts. But, if they advise you against something, you should understand their reason and accept their professional judgement.

They are aware of your objectives and are striving to help you reach them.

Final say

Hiring a personal trainer in Footscray is the first step on your fitness journey. But if you want to make real progress toward achieving your health and wellness goals, it’s important that you make the most of every personal training session.

Following these simple yet practical tips ensures that each personal training session is productive, helpful, and even a little fun!

#best personal fitness trainer #personal training sessions #personal training session #best personal trainer #personal fitness trainer

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writingwithcolor · 3 years

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What Does Our "Motivations” PSA Mean?

@luminalalumini said:

I've been on your blog a lot and it has a lot of really insightful information, but I notice a theme with some of your answers where you ask the writer reaching out what their 'motivation for making a character a certain [race/religion/ethnicity/nationality] is' and it's discouraging to see, because it seems like you're automatically assigning the writer some sort of ulterior motive that must be sniffed out and identified before the writer can get any tips or guidance for their question. Can't the 'motive' simply be having/wanting to have diversity in one's work? Must there be an 'ulterior motive'? I can understand that there's a lot of stigma and stereotypes and bad influence that might lead to someone trynna add marginalized groups into their stories for wrong reasons, but people that have those bad intentions certainly won't be asking for advice on how to write good representation in the first place. Idk its just been something that seemed really discouraging to me to reach out myself, knowing i'll automatically be assigned ulterior motives that i don't have and will probably have to justify why i want to add diversity to my story as if i'm comitting some sort of crime. I don't expect you guys to change your blog or respond to this or even care all that much, I'm probably just ranting into a void. I'm just curious if theres any reason to this that I haven't realized exists I suppose. I don't want y'all to take this the wrong way because I do actually love and enjoy your blog's advice in spite of my dumb griping. Cheers :))

We assume this is in reference to the following PSA:

PSA to all of our users - Motivation Matters: This lack of clarity w/r to intent has been a general issue with many recent questions. Please remember that if you don’t explain your motivations and what you intend to communicate to your audience with your plot choices, character attributes, world-building etc., we cannot effectively advise you beyond the information you provide. We Are Not Mind Readers. If, when drafting these questions, you realize you can’t explain your motivations, that is likely a hint that you need to think more on the rationales for your narrative decisions. My recommendation is to read our archives and articles on similar topics for inspiration while you think. I will be attaching this PSA to all asks with similar issues until the volume of such questions declines.

We have answered this in three parts.

1. Of Paved Roads and Good Intentions

Allow me to give you a personal story, in solidarity towards your feelings:

When I began writing in South Asia as an outsider, specifically in the Kashmir and Lahore areas, I was doing it out of respect for the cultures I had grown up around. I did kathak dance, I grew up on immigrant-cooked North Indian food, my babysitters were Indian. I loved Mughal society, and every detail of learning about it just made me want more. The minute you told me fantasy could be outside of Europe, I hopped into the Mughal world with two feet. I was 13. I am now 28.

And had you asked me, as a teenager, what my motives were in giving my characters’ love interests blue or green eyes, one of them blond hair, my MC having red-tinted brown hair that was very emphasized, and a whole bunch of paler skinned people, I would have told you my motives were “to represent the diversity of the region.”

I’m sure readers of the blog will spot the really, really toxic and colourist tropes present in my choices. If you’re new here, then the summary is: giving brown people “unique” coloured eyes and hair that lines up with Eurocentric beauty standards is an orientalist trope that needs to be interrogated in your writing. And favouring pale skinned people is colourist, full stop.

Did that make me a bad person with super sneaky ulterior motives who wanted to write bad representation? No.

It made me an ignorant kid from the mostly-white suburbs who grew up with media that said brown people had to “look unique” (read: look as European as possible) to be considered valuable.

And this is where it is important to remember that motives can be pure as you want, but you were still taught all of the terrible stuff that is present in society. Which means you’re going to perpetuate it unless you stop and actually question what is under your conscious motive, and work to unlearn it. Work that will never be complete.

I know it sounds scary and judgemental (and it’s one of the reasons we allow people to ask to be anonymous, for people who are afraid). Honestly, I would’ve reacted much the same as a younger writer, had you told me I was perpetuating bad things. I was trying to do good and my motives were pure, after all! But after a few years, I realized that I had fallen short, and I had a lot more to learn in order for my motives to match my impact. Part of our job at WWC is to attempt to close that gap.

We aren’t giving judgement, when we ask questions about why you want to do certain things. We are asking you to look at the structural underpinnings of your mind and question why those traits felt natural together, and, more specifically, why those traits felt natural to give to a protagonist or other major character.

I still have blond, blue-eyed characters with sandy coloured skin. I still have green-eyed characters. Because teenage me was right, that is part of the region. But by interrogating my motive, I was able to devalue those traits within the narrative, and I stopped making those traits shorthand for “this is the person you should root for.”

It opened up room for me to be messier with my characters of colour, even the ones who my teenage self would have deemed “extra special.” Because the European-associated traits (pale hair, not-brown-eyes) stopped being special. After years of questioning, they started lining up with my motive of just being part of the diversity of the region.

Motive is important, both in the conscious and the subconscious. It’s not a judgement and it’s not assumed to be evil. It’s simply assumed to be unquestioned, so we ask that you question it and really examine your own biases.

~Mod Lesya

2. Motivations Aren't Always "Ulterior"

You can have a positive motivation or a neutral one or a negative one. Just wanting to have diversity only means your characters aren't all white and straight and cis and able-bodied -- it doesn't explain why you decided to make this specific character specifically bi and specifically Jewish (it me). Yes, sometimes it might be completely random! But it also might be "well, my crush is Costa Rican, so I gave the love interest the same background", or "I set it in X City where the predominant marginalized ethnicity is Y, so they are Y". Neither of these count as ulterior motives. But let's say for a second that you did accidentally catch yourself doing an "ulterior." Isn't that the point of the blog, to help you find those spots and clean them up?

Try thinking of it as “finding things that need adjusting” rather than “things that are bad” and it might get less scary to realize that we all do them, subconsciously. Representation that could use some work is often the product of subconscious bias, not deliberate misrepresentation, so there's every possibility that someone who wants to improve and do better didn't do it perfectly the first time.

--Shira

3. Dress-Making as a Metaphor

I want to echo Lesya’s sentiments here but also provide a more logistical perspective. If you check the rubber stamp guide here and the “Motivation matters” PSA above, you’ll notice that concerns with respect to asker motivation are for the purposes of providing the most relevant answer possible.

It is a lot like if someone walks into a dressmaker’s shop and asks for a blue dress/ suit (Back when getting custom-made clothes was more of a thing) . The seamstress/ tailor is likely to ask a wide variety of questions:

What material do you want the outfit to be made of?

Where do you plan to wear it?

What do you want to highlight?

How do you want to feel when you wear it?

Let’s say our theoretical customer is in England during the 1920s. A tartan walking dress/ flannel suit for the winter is not the same as a periwinkle, beaded, organza ensemble/ navy pinstripe for formal dress in the summer. When we ask for motivations, we are often asking for exactly that: the specific reasons for your inquiry so we may pinpoint the most pertinent information.

The consistent problem for many of the askers who receive the PSA is they haven’t even done the level of research necessary to know what they want to ask of us. It would be like if our English customer in the 1920s responded, “IDK, some kind of blue thing.” Even worse, WWC doesn’t have the luxury of the back-and-forth between a dressmaker and their clientele. If our asker doesn’t communicate all the information they need in mind at the time of submission, we can only say, “Well, I’m not sure if this is right, but here’s something. I hope it works, but if you had told us more, we could have done a more thorough job.”

Answering questions without context is hard, and asking for motivations, by which I mean the narratives, themes, character arcs and other literary devices that you are looking to incorporate, is the best way for us to help you, while also helping you to determine if your understanding of the problem will benefit from outside input. Because these asks are published with the goal of helping individuals with similar questions, the PSA also serves to prompt other users.

I note that asking questions is a skill, and we all start by asking the most basic questions (Not stupid questions, because to quote a dear professor, “There are no stupid questions.”). Unfortunately, WWC is not suited for the most basic questions. To this effect, we have a very helpful FAQ and archive as a starting point. Once you have used our website to answer the more basic questions, you are more ready to approach writing with diversity and decide when we can actually be of service. This is why we are so adamant that people read the FAQ. Yes, it helps us, but it also is there to save you time and spare you the ambiguity of not even knowing where to start.

The anxiety in your ask conveys to me a fear of being judged for asking questions. That fear is not something we can help you with, other than to wholeheartedly reassure you that we do not spend our unpaid, free time answering these questions in order to assume motives we can’t confirm or sit in judgment of our users who, as you say, are just trying to do better.

Yes, I am often frustrated when an asker’s question makes it clear they haven’t read the FAQ or archives. I’ve also been upset when uncivil commenters have indicated that my efforts and contributions are not worth their consideration. However, even the most tactless question has never made me think, “Ooh this person is such a naughty racist. Let me laugh at them for being a naughty racist. Let me shame them for being a naughty racist. Mwahaha.”

What kind of sad person has time for that?*

Racism is structural. It takes time to unlearn, especially if you’re in an environment that doesn’t facilitate that process to begin with. Our first priority is to help while also preserving our own boundaries and well-being. Though I am well aware of the levels of toxic gas-lighting and virtue signaling that can be found in various corners of online writing communities in the name of “progressivism*”, WWC is not that kind of space. This space is for discussions held in good faith: for us to understand each other better, rather than for one of us to “win” and another to “lose.”

Just as we have good faith that you are doing your best, we ask that you have faith that we are trying to do our best by you and the BIPOC communities we represent.

- Marika.

*If you are in any writing or social media circles that feed these anxieties or demonstrate these behaviors, I advise you to curtail your time with them and focus on your own growth. You will find, over time, that it is easier to think clearly when you are worrying less about trying to appease people who set the bar of approval so high just for the enjoyment of watching you jump. “Internet hygiene”, as I like to call it, begins with you and the boundaries you set with those you interact with online.

#PSAs #asker concerns #diversity #motivations in writing #writing with diversity #blog housekeeping #internet hygeine #asks #WWC

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bored-storyteller · 3 years

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Hey! I really like how you write about Sally Face, I love how you highlight his kindness but also his strength. It struck me a lot how he wonders if anyone will ever love him, I guess it's hard for him to believe in someone's love for him, from a romantic point of view. I thought ... could you write something about a reader in love with him, who gets rejected for that reason but still loves him until Sal dies? You don't have to do it (also because you prefer angst / comfort right?), But I try to ask you ... I'd like to see it written by you. It will hurt but it will be worth it.

Dear Anon,

I hope you like this because I suffered the pain of hell writing this :3

But jokes aside, I hope it does justice to your expectations, I hope I have treated everything with the right delicacy.

Warning: ANGST and SPOILER (I say this for safety)

The story is set in the canonical plot, even if there may be slight differences (after all there is always one more character, you). But for those who haven't played Sally Face this could be revealing.

77- Sally Face, Sal Fisher x reader (Angst)

“The sunflower that cannot bloom “

"I love you."

Those words had slipped off your lips with one of the most beautiful smiles Sal had ever seen.

You weren't perfect, but you were tailor-made for him. Somehow, he had thought that from the first day he met you, by mistake, on a black day. You had offered him a sunflower, a huge yellow flower that shone like the sun in the midst of his misfortunes, and his black day had grown better.

This was you, what he needed when the weight was too much to carry, when he found himself snorting one too many times, when he felt like crying.

Still, even though you were tailor-made for him, he wasn't tailor-made for you.

He would have liked to believe you, with all his heart, he would have asked for nothing more than to be loved by you.

But he couldn't believe it.

"No, you don't ..." His voice was gentle, as if he were explaining something important to a little child.

Your brows had furrowed as you pointed your gaze into the depths of his soul.

"You do not believe me?" Your tone wandered between uncertainty and offense "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

A sigh rang through the empty hollows of his mask: “No, you're not lying to me. I just think you… don't really know what you're saying. "

Your expression deepened as you prepared to argue back. He had seen the wound open inside you and he had looked away; he couldn't watch you while he hurt you.

Oh, he was so good at making himself loved. The river of emotions that had overwhelmed you had died out as soon as his one living eye was separated from you.

Disappointment, anger, sadness had disappeared in favor of affection for him.

His mask was flat, helpless, cold towards his heart, yet he communicated more than anyone else with that immense little soul of him.

"Sal ..." finally you called him gently, reassuring, while your fingers lovingly brushed the cheek of the cold prosthesis.

"I love you." You repeated it, and he turned to tell you to stop. He couldn't be loved, he didn't feel capable of being loved.

He would never have a love like that of movies, or even like that of normal people, like Maple and Chug. He, as he was, could never have been loved, not even by you.

He was going to tell you, to tell you everything, but you stopped him softly: "but it's okay if you don't want to."

You barely laughed, as if everything was really okay with you, and you leaned on his shoulder, cuddling against his neck.

"I have my whole life to make you understand." You said cheerfully, and he just looked at you, accepting that little stubbornness of yours.

Even though he was aware that one day he would see you happy in the arms of someone you really would love, for the time being it was okay for him to bask in that little illusion you were giving him.

---

Life had been cruel.

"I had no choice."

Those words had pierced your brain.

The first time he had told you with a force that you almost confused with anger. His body had never been so rigid in front of you, motionless, sitting on the other side of the table in the visiting room of the prison, surrounded by other inmates like him.

You wondered if you were sane, because you looked into the eyes of a murderer, a killer who had exterminated families, who had even killed a little girl, yet your tears were for them, but also for him.

Whatever it was, Sal hadn't changed, and behind his mask he was more broken into pieces than you were. He hadn't had a choice, for some reason he hadn't had a choice.

It was weird and unreal, but you had no doubts about him, even though your mind still couldn't believe what happened, and Sal probably didn't really realize it either.

However, the second time he told you "I had no choice" his voice was different. He was different, and so were you. You had grown up, but both of you had stood still in what had happened. At that moment he was telling you so that you believed him, so that you knew it was not what he wanted, because if he could have chosen at that moment you would have been together in front of a pizza, telling you how boring the day had been.

"I beg you ..." You whispered so as not to let him hear how broken your voice was "... tell me what I have to do to save you."

It was the first time you used that word, out of pure desperation.

For a moment he hesitated and hoped you wouldn't see his uncertainty behind the mask. Finally, Sal shook his head in silence; he didn't know if it would do any good, but at least he would try to protect you.

Your hand was holding his for the first time in years, and you both knew it would be the last time you would hold it. You had done everything to be able to have that last contact, to still be able to hold him before they took him away from you forever.

You didn't want to cry, you wouldn't have done it on your last time together, but your heart was so heavy that you thought you would die as soon as you separated.

While you massaged the back of his hand with your thumb, you tried to record every detail in your mind that belonged to him, to burn the heat of his palm against yours, to remember the exact weight of his touch.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, you never stopped doing it, not a second you stopped giving him your best side, and you would have given it only to him also in the future.

"You are so important to me, Sal ..." your blue sky under which sunflowers bloom.

"Thank you ... for always being with me."

Part of you died when you let go of his hand that day.

---

Until the last you hoped that something would happen. A ghost that suddenly appears, an angel, a new discovery ... anything, as long as he was kept away from that electric chair.

When your phone rang, you were deluded for a moment.

"Hey…"

"Sal?"

"They ... allowed me to call whoever I wanted ..."

Your heart fell on hearing his voice. It was his last day, his last day in your own world, that was his farewell to you.

"Sal, I-" Your words broke into a sob you couldn't hold back "I'm with you, I'll always be with you."

Silence invaded the line between the two of you as you tried not to give him your tears as your last caress.

"I know it." He was holding back the crying, you could hear it "And I'll always be with you too, know that."

You were tailor-made for him, and his heart would remain for you, even if you moved on, you would love someone worthy sooner or later, or at least he hoped you would, that the demon would not devour your future. .

"Bring me some sunflowers if you can ... ok?" That request trembled "They always make me think of you."

You forced yourself to cover your mouth with your palm to stifle your agony: "I'll fill you with sunflowers."

Something told you that even if you couldn't see him, he was trying to smile: "It's a bit a cliché but ... be happy."

You would have preferred to have died in that very moment.

"Sal, wait!" You begged for him now, holding on to the phone like it was him, like you could hold him there.

He hesitated at the desperation of your voice.

"I can't ..." his voice was soft, light, like when he consoled you years ago, when all this seemed simply impossible.

“I beg you…” You didn't know who you were really praying for, but you weren't ready to hear his voice go out.

One more minute, one more touch, a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to put up with this." A sob from him too. “Please… fight for your happiness, okay? You deserve all the happiness in the world. "

"Sal ..."

The answer that followed was the only intermittent sound of the blank phone line.

It's over, you'll never be able to hear Sal's voice again. You won't be able to talk to him anymore.

And he never believed you loved him.

---

How could you ever be happy?

His mask still looks at you as it always did, but behind the empty gaze there are nothing but blades of grass growing above his burial.

How could they bury him without his mask? He will feel uncomfortable.

Now you don't have to be strong for him anymore, you can collapse, break, destroy yourself, scream like you've never screamed, ask him to come back, because you need him.

Your fingers caress the cold, hard cheeks of his prosthesis as they always did, as if he were still behind it. Next to it, the sunflower he asked you for, like the one you gave him the first time you saw him.

"I love you Sally face ..." your words now go to the wind, they cannot be refused.

"I really love you."

---

Where you don't know, where you are not, a guy who has the weight of the world on his shoulders thinks about how much he could never be loved as people love each other in movies, or how people love each other in the world. But suddenly, like a ray of light, in the darkness he is facing, the yellow of a sunflower blooms. It's just a thought, but for a moment it's warm, and sweet, and it carries your voice with it.

You exist only within him, but you give him the love he needs, the one he didn't believe in, but which instead exists.

It is a tormented love, which suffers, but still welcomes him and wraps him as your arms did.

You are not there, you are far away, unreachable.

But he feels it, you're still there with him

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sally face sal #angst #death of a character #spoiler alert #gaming #horror

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OH HI!💜 I have so many different ideas, but could you do getting married to Wilbur or Schlatt headcannons, please? I love your writing btw

Thank you so much for the request, I ended up writing for both of them so I hope you enjoy! <3

- Wilbur -

The night before the wedding he would be having an incredibly chill hangout with his friends if he isn’t allowed to see you. But if he is, you guys would definitely be having a wine, cheese and crackers kind of night. A nice movie, a classic. Probably some dumb romcom. However, at some point earlier in the week he definitely went out to the pub with his mates for his stag night. Phil was obviously there.

Wilbur 100% accidently walks into the wrong room on your wedding day and almost knocks himself out trying to close the door quick enough, “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING SO NO BAD LUCK!” Turns out he almost broke his nose but got blood on his suit jacket so he has to switch with one of the groomsmen. The unlucky guy had to come up with a lie for the obvious blood stains on his suit. No one bought it.

Wilbur barely holds in tears when he first sees you walk down the aisle towards him. He would spend the rest of the ceremony trying to compose himself until you both share your vows. Phil sobs when Wilbur and yourself exchange vows. (Phil is crying for a lot of the wedding, he gets crunk at the reception tho)

Wilbur’s suit would perfectly match your suit/dress, this man knows his fashion and makes sure you will both look absolutely stunning.

There would for sure be a WHOLE aesthetic. It would look like one of those weddings you see in the magazines in every dentists/doctors waiting room. (and on pinterest)

The venue for the wedding could be anything, however I cannot picture Wilbur having a beach wedding. I feel like he may just be too mesmerised by the sand, wishing he were eating it. (get it?) However, his preferences would be for perhaps a large greenhouse or even an old church with large stained-glass windows and a high ceiling. But I think he’d prefer an outdoor wedding.

Tommy as the ring bearer??????? It’s unrealistic. BUT IF HE WAS! He definitely pretends to trip and lose the rings. Wilbur is two thirds of a second away from absolutely murdering tommy in the middle of the wedding, when he bursts out laughing and opens his palm to reveal the rings safe and sound. Wilbur walks back to the front of the aisle giving Tommy a soft thwack to the head and the quiet threat of “We’ll be talking at the reception.”

- At The Reception -

Wilbur plays for you at your reception. He plays an original love song that he wrote for you which he doesn’t plan to release because he claims its ‘for your ears only’. In return you sing one of his earliest songs that you know he cares deeply about and reminds him of you OR you sing one of his favourite songs with him, duet style.

Your first dance together is mostly traditional, yourself and him had dancing lessons the last few weeks to make sure you didn’t end up stepping on each other’s toes.

Wilbur makes sure to not get too drunk, he drinks just enough to stay happily buzzed throughout the whole night. He doesn’t need to embarrass himself at his own wedding. He takes a lot of joy in watching his friends get drunk off their asses though.

The two of you would be very relieved to finally get some privacy after the insanity that today was. However instead of running home to ‘cultivate the marriage’ Wilbur invites you to dance your first dance with him again. Now dressed in your pajamas the two of you spin and waltz around the dining table in a moment tailor made for the two of you.

- Schlatt -

Schlatt is absolutely partying the night before. A definite rager for his stag night. However, his friends are responsible enough to start drinking early so they can get Schlatt and themselves to bed early enough. To ensure that they all won’t be trashed for the wedding because they know Schlatt’s fiancé would beat their asses along with Schlatt’s, if Schlatt turned up to the wedding drunk.

Schlatt doesn’t give a sHIT about the tradition of not seeing your betrothed on your wedding morning. There’s no way he isn’t seeing you before you guys meet at the end of the aisle. You speak before you get formally dressed of course. You still want that to be a surprise. You both sit and drink an early morning pot of coffee together, cherishing a lazy and relaxed morning before throwing yourselves into the insane hustle and bustle you both know the next few hours are going to be.

Let’s be honest Schlatt doesn’t care a lot for aesthetics and would leave a lot of those choices up to you. He trusts you to make good decisions but if you truly want his input, he won’t hesitate to share any preferences he has.

However, he would definitely be picky about the food and the drinks. He would definitely push for an open bar, that man plans to get absolutely and respectfully plastered with you and all your friends.

Schlatt’s suit and your suit/dress might match, but it would be out of coincidence. He wants you to be happy wearing what you want most, and you feel the same way about his outfit. You can always pull the outfits together with a matching corsage or bouquet.

The venue for Schlatt’s wedding could also really be anything. I don’t think he’d like a beach wedding either though, he’d just bitch and complain about the sand the whole time. I think he’d prefer a nice old building or a vineyard.

Schlatt simply beams when he sees you walking down the aisle. Once you reach him he would cast a wink your way and a “Come here often?” Or something of that nature just to make you laugh and try to dissipate the air of nervousness.

Schlatt would try to appear incredibly casual but internally he would be super nervous, probably sweating buckets.

This means that you don’t realise how nervous he is until you finally take his hands in yours and feel how clammy they are. He’d know you noticed and simply offer you a sheepish smile with a soft shrug. You squeeze his hands in a comforting manner offering him a reassuring smile.

- At The Reception -

You will not be able to get this man off of you after your reception, whether he’s got an arm around your waist or holding one your hands. He won’t be leaving your side for long, perhaps to refill your glasses but not much else.

Your first dance together is loose and unpractised but fun. The music upbeat and quick as he laughs along with you, spinning you out and pulling you back into him with a familiar clumsiness you adore.

When the two of you finally get some privacy away from prying eyes you both begin to think about the tradition of having sex on your wedding night but find yourselves honestly god damn exhausted so you both make the compromise to spend all of tomorrow making up for it.

Lying in bed as the two of you fall asleep Schlatt murmurs to you the funniest events of the day that you were likely too busy or engrossed in keeping things running smoothly to notice. Things for sure went wrong that you didn’t notice so he makes sure to keep them out of his summary, he doesn’t want anything to sour your personal memory of the day.

#mcyt #x reader #mcyt x reader #schlatt x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagines #schlatt #wilbur

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