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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

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Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

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thelightsandtheroses · 9 months

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One: I was just coasting until we met

Your Hand In Mine | Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: When Joel finds you on your self-assigned insomnia bench one night, it sparks an unexpected friendship that quickly develops into more. Finding peace in the middle of an apocalypse always seemed impossible, but being with Joel feels natural, like a missing piece has fallen into place at last. When a ghost from your past threatens to destroy the peace you’ve found in Jackson, everything will change.

Word Count: 2.5k

Overarching Series Warnings - 18+ blog - minors do not interact, unexpected friendship, developing relationship, idiots in love, flangst, typical TLOU content, references to cults, references to past manipulation, references to past violence, references to PTSD, single parent reader, some secondary original characters, etc. No use of Y/N, any further warnings to be added as appropriate. No specific age for reader, but range is implied in later chapters (minimum of 30s but not specified any further than that) Notes: This idea has been going around my head for months and I’m so excited to actually do something with this and share it. Also, a special thank you to the lovely @darkroastjoel for encouraging me to write this weeks ago when I wasn’t sure of the concept. The chapter title is from I’m With You by Vance Joy.

One: I was just coasting till we met

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Jackson, WY, 2024

There’s nothing but stars and night sky ahead of you. If you look behind you, you can see a few sparse lights illuminating houses in Jackson, but ahead of you there are no distractions, just the trees and the sky and vastness of the world around you.

The air is cool and smells fresh; a mix of woodland, of the night. You adjust the thick woollen cardigan around your pyjama top and faded sweatpants. There’s no one around at this time of night so you haven’t made a real effort to get dressed or worry about your appearance.

You’ve come here many times before but it never fails to take you aback. The vastness, the stars, the way it makes you feel insignificant but not in a negative way. The only sounds you can hear are the insects and wind blowing through trees.

It’s peaceful, or as close to peaceful as exists these days. For a while, you could forget about the world you live in, convince yourself the last twenty years have been some sick fever dream instead.

In the two years you’ve lived in Jackson, this has become your spot. It’s where you go when you can’t sleep. It’s where you go when the past gets to you, when you either wake because of creeping nightmares and ghosts, or after hours of lying in your bed in a restless, anxious state wishing for slumber.

You only ever come here at night. It’s as if there’s some sort of magic in place that would either ruin or remove the bench in the daytime.

When you first came to this town, the idea of wandering around in the middle of the night seemed preposterous, downright reckless after living in Kansas QZ.

However, one night you hit a breaking point.

You’d been lying in your bed, restless and unable to relax. Every time you thought you might finally drift into sleep, your heart would race and your throat would be so dry that you wondered if you were dying. You would become irrationally concerned you might just stop breathing if you did fall asleep at all. It was a pattern of insomnia that had followed you for years, from before Kansas and beyond. When you did finally sleep, you’d have nightmares, but most of your nights were shaped by restlessness.

That night, as you desperately tried not to wake anyone else up, hating them all for being able to sleep, you felt like you were going to finally break. You had to get out, just clear your head a little.

You discovered the bench that night, perfectly positioned to watch the sunrise, to take in the world around you without distraction or worries.

It’s a special spot; serene and soothing. It’s your sanctuary.

Sometimes you don’t need to come here, your record is a week and half away - an achievement you only reached a few days ago, but inevitably, and usually at least twice a week, you’ll end up back on your bench waiting for the sun to meet you and wash away your ghosts.

There’s the crunching sound of boots on gravel behind you and you turn around cautiously, one hand clinging to the edge of the bench. You’ve been complacent, you chastise yourself, you don’t even have a weapon with you.

Joel Miller stands before you; a battered brown coat buttoned up to his neck, torch in one hand, with the other jammed into a jacket pocket, and a bemused expression on his face when he sees you sitting there.

You’ve heard enough of him from the other locals since his arrival; he’s Tommy’s older brother, Maria isn’t sure of him, he settled here with a teenage ward a couple of months ago. Some of the other locals have said Ellie, the girl, is almost feral. Your impression of her from fleeting visits to the library is that she’s curious, she’s haunted, not used to a community like Jackson (and these days, who would be?) and perhaps the most honest person you’ve met in years.

”May I?” he asks, indicating the empty space on the bench next to you. You almost want to laugh at the Southern lilt to his voice, the polite manners he’s showing you.

‘May I?’ is not a phrase that belongs in this world anymore. People take, some people give, but most take. When the world ends, manners fade. When the world ends, you ask for forgiveness and not permission.

It’s why your instinct is to say no, to say ‘Actually fuck you, Tommy’s brother, and go find another insomnia bench, this one is mine!’

You don’t do that though. Jackson brings back those manners, or it’s trying to at least. And even if you think it belongs to you, technically it’s not your bench because this is a stupid commune.

So you grimace and nod, frustrated about the interruption as Joel Miller sits next to you.

It’s the first time you’ve had a chance to look at Tommy’s brother this closely. While you can see the familial similarities, Joel’s different. His greying dark hair is far shorter, almost messy at the moment like he’s just woken up and walked here. It’s almost endearing.

There’s a scar on the right side of his temple, the one closest to you, and you try and take in every detail of him, to analyse and evaluate just who this person next to you could be.

You expect to feel uncomfortable at his presence, to feel on edge and ready to flee or pounce, but you don’t.

“It’s uh, a good view from here,” Joel says after a moment.

You nod noncommittally and clasp your hands together on your lap.

“I’ve seen you around Jackson. I’m Joel,” he continues. His voice is surprisingly soft, gentle as though he wants to put you at ease. It shows a level of consideration you didn’t expect, one that makes you more honest in your reply.

“It’s a small town, I know who you are, Joel Miller.”

“Oh really?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow and for a second something else flashes across his face. “What have you been told about me then?”

“You’re new, you’re Tommy’s brother. I think that’s about it. Heard you and Tommy are good on patrol.”

“Oh yeah?” Unlike most of the men in Jackson, he doesn’t seem to puff with pride at that compliment. He looks at his hands, wringing them together then before asking, “So, that’s me. What about you then? What’s your name?”

You introduce yourself, taking in the way he repeats your name - how it sounds on his lips.

“I haven’t seen you around town much before,” he says after a moment.

“Would you have even noticed?”

“Someone like you? Most definitely.” You look at the ground in surprise, certain that you’re misinterpreting his words.

He’s just being polite.

It’s just the insomnia.

“It is a good view. You’re right,” you say quietly, keen to shift the conversation away from yourself and back to this moment. “It’s a really great spot for the sunrise.”

“I know,” he says calmly.

You pause. Has Joel Miller been using your bench when you haven’t? Is your bench essentially cheating on you? You’ve always believed this was your secret, your place, but perhaps it’s a timeshare instead.

For some reason, the thought of that upsets you more than you expect. You try and shake it off though, to be polite and good and everything someone who lives in Jackson is expected to be.

Perhaps you can share the bench … today. Just for today.

“How are you liking Jackson so far then?” you ask.

Joel scoffs quietly to himself and you look over with raised eyebrows.

“Been asked that a few times already, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Why am I not surprised? Well, we don’t get that many new arrivals and you’re Tommy’s brother. People were bound to talk. They’ll settle down when something else comes along.”

“‘S been weeks now. Besides, I thought you just said you don’t get many newcomers, how long exactly is this going to last?” he asks, leaning forward for a moment, his arms crossed on his knees and head down.

You smile to yourself, wondering if you should admit how long it took for people to stop asking your group how you were liking Jackson, how long it has really taken to be seen as a resident and not a new arrival.

“Well, there’s a new litter of puppies due soon, and I heard a rumour that there’s going to be another dance again in the next few weeks. Your arrival will become old news before you know it,” you say with false sincerity.

He chuckles to himself. “This really is like a small town, huh? That uh, -“

“Nosiness? Lack of privacy? Gossip mill?”

“All of the above. So, you think puppies will help?”

“Everyone loves puppies, Joel Miller. Probably even you do.”

He smirks. “Really, do I look like that to you?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, mischief in what you can make out of his eyes in the dim light.

“Sure you do.”

“So we’ve just got to wait for a bunch of puppies or some town dance for me an’ Ellie to be old news? Okay, here’s hoping.”

A silence falls between you but unlike before, it feels companionable, calming even.

“So, you said ‘I know’ when I said it was a good spot for the sunrise. Does that mean you’ve been out here before then?” you ask as your curiosity finally wins out.

Joel looks over at you with a smirk, “Why, is that really bothering you, huh? A couple of times, sure.” He shifts his weight slightly, places an arm on the bench and turns himself so he’s facing you.

“I just haven’t seen you out here before, that’s all.”

“You come out here at this hour a lot?” Joel raises an eyebrow that you can’t tell whether conveys being impressed or incredulous.

“Sometimes,” you say lightly. Most times.

“How long have you been out here then?” Joel asks.

“On this bench? About an hour. In Jackson? Two years, give or take.”

“An’ how are you likin’ Jackson so far?” he asks, a mischievous spark in his eyes that even in the dim light takes years off him, makes him look lighter.

You laugh before you can stop yourself.

“Touché, Joel.”

“Couldn’t resist.”

“Do you know what? Honestly, I didn’t believe it at first,” you say after a moment. “Places like this - they don’t work, okay? Someone always wants to be in control, power abhors a vacuum and then power corrupts, right? We were watching that play out before cordyceps, and if I’ve learned anything these last twenty years … so when we got here, I didn’t want to stick around too long. I guess that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop? Only now, now I’m still here and I guess this place, maybe it just works. It shouldn’t, but it does.”

You’re not sure what makes the truth spill out of you like that. Perhaps it’s because it’s the middle of the night, or it’s the power of the bench, or more likely, it’s because you know Joel is probably out here for a similar reason to you.

You can see it in his eyes, in the way he’s sitting.

“That’s what my - my - I’ve heard that before. That this place actually works,” Joel says. “I know what you mean though. You see enough of all that in the QZs. Is that where you were before here?”

“Before Jackson, I was in Kansas for a while.”

“Oh.”

“Huh, I take it you’ve heard the stories then?”

Kansas had a reputation amongst all the remaining QZs. FEDRA had been brutal there; ruled the city with an iron fist and realised every nightmare of a brutal regime.

It was no surprise the fireflies had been so present there at one point, the symbol of hope and rising up against tyranny. Only they had abandoned Kansas years ago and it was down to those who stayed to try and fight back. You remembered Michael, who had tried to lead a movement against FEDRA, a man who was working towards a peaceful rebellion, as if such a thing could exist. The QZ had gone dark months ago though. It didn’t bode well and you’d heard the whispers that perhaps Kansas was no more.

“I uh - passed through on my way here.” Joel shifts awkwardly.

“It’s gone, isn’t it?”

Joel pauses and regards you carefully before he replies.“Yeah.”

“I take it that FEDRA and Michael’s group just - it doesn’t matter actually.” They’re all dead anyway, you think, the facts won’t change that.

Flashes of years pass you.

Violence. So much violence. Then those moments between, the ones that managed to burrow and bury themselves beneath your skin.

Your ex-boyfriend and you kissing in the kitchen of your crappy apartment …

Your birthday - singing to that cheesy rock song in the living room and dancing to an old song with Sean and his sister.

Marking Gabriel’s height each birthday on the kitchen wall because it felt like a normal thing to do, a new line each year, each growth spurt measured.

Your ex-boyfriend and you arguing over the system, over the possibilities for Kansas. You wonder how long he lasted after you left Kansas - if he was there for its end.

Separations … losses … too many deaths … pockets of hope and continued disappointments.

You okay?” Joel asks, a reluctant expression on his face.

“I’m fine. Left there for a reason.”

“Right.”

“It’s fine.”

Kansas had never really been home. You can’t make a home in a place you’re constantly on alert in, where you subsist on fear and anxiety. You could exist there though and at least in Kansas it was clear who was running the show, clear who was in charge.

Jackson is the closest to a home you’ve found in more than twenty years, and even here you feel halfway out of the door.

Joel’s still looking at you though, his brow furrowed like you’re a map he can’t read, an unfathomable equation.

You shrug and resume staring ahead at the forest ahead, at letting every sound, smell and sound around you just soak in, to create an illusion of peace.

After a while you steal a glance at Joel. He’s still on the other side of the bench; the hand on the arm leaning on the bench now pinching the space behind his brows, his eyes momentarily shut.

You’re not sure exactly how much time passes like this but soon the darkness fades and dawn rises to greet you with the promise of a new day.

You stand up, brushing imaginary dirt off your clothes and meet Joel’s gaze. “See you around, Joel Miller.”

“See you,” he replies lightly.

As you walk down the hill, you turn around and notice Joel’s still sitting there, focused on the horizon ahead.

This isn’t going to be the only time you find Joel on your bench, you realise. Suddenly, your lonely but peaceful sanctuary has an addition. You know the two of you will find yourselves on this bench again in the middle of the night.

If you hadn’t spoken to Joel, the loss of that solitude would be devastating, but it’s not.

So, you think to yourself, it turns out you’re not the only insomniac wanderer in Jackson.

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mrghostrat · 5 months

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I remember you posting a blurred gif of the outline of atws, so if you don't mind me asking, how do you do that? Like, get the outline onto paper and not just scenes in your head. That's something I've always struggled with, because it's hard to write without an outline, but hard to do the outline when I don't have a first draft? I'm not sure how to explain it so I hope this makes any sense at all lmao

ahh so fair! some people just don't operate that way and you gotta do what's best for your brain. no point exhausting all your energy trying to squeeze into a "standard writing process" that'll make writing even more difficult for yourself.

under the cut, i'm going to explain my writing process every step of the way, using scenes of ATWS. i hope it helps in some way? i don't think it's anything special, but this is just how i write to appease my adhd.

first, this might help: i once used storyplanner.com when i didn't know how to even start a story and i loved it. it's a great tool that can hold your hand every step of the way, or just prompt you to think on your own. there's over 20 planners that ask different questions like "what's your character's major flaw?" "what's the inciting incident?" "what outside elements hinder the character?" etc that will present you with a complete story structure when you're done with it.

ok, now, how i write:

as for the post in reference, that's the 2nd stage of my writing process. i get carried away with tangents and hone in on details, so i plan in dot points to try and force myself to keep it simple and stay zoomed out.

i just write what happens in chronological order, and if i have an idea for a later scene (or something that i just want to happen, but don't know when/where/how), i note that in a separate document that i can refer to while i plan. this also allows me to gloss over vague sections to keep my writing flow going.

stage 1:

i've started using Notion's "toggle list" feature to minimise the less important parts of a scene and keep myself focused on the overarching plot during this stage. this is what the first point looks like:

i go beat by beat, essentially amounting to an elevator pitch for each stage of my story. "crowley and aziraphale are streamer roommates" + "people start to notice they each live with someone and the speculation starts" + "crowley and aziraphale interact on twitch" + "they attend the edinburgh meetup" etc.

i finish a story before i move on from this stage. i won't start writing something in earnest until i know how it ends.

stage 2:

this is what you saw in my gif, and why that page was so long. that's every scene i'm going to write in the story.

sometimes i jump straight from stage 1 to writing, but ATWS required a lot more figuring out before i started any kind of prose. here i'm basically noting down the details of what each scene is, the brunt of what's happening. this is when i have to figure out those "vague sections" i glossed over earlier.

it's still just intended to be a rough outline so i know where the characters are and what's moving their relationship along. most of these dot points are short because i've already thought about them a thousand times, and may have more details noted down in a different document.

meanwhile some of them i'm planning out the scene as i'm dotting it, making not of dialogue that i want to include.

stage 3: my bracket method

i only use this stage when i'm struggling to write and need to baby step into it. this is my "bracket method" in which i write the scene without, like... caring? some people may consider this "double handling" which may drive you mad, but it's the most helpful thing i've ever done for my process.

i switch tenses, i write how i chat (no capitals etc) and just word vomit the scene without focusing on prose. ATWS came quite easily at first, and i didn't need to use stage 3 until i got to chapter 4 and hadn't written in a few days.

stage 4:

this is writing the actual prose, but i wanted to include it so you can see the differences, to help better understand my notes/planning/outlining stages:

and this is what a scene looks like with stage three bridging the gap:

#i swear this had a point #i think the point is: i literally just write each scene one by one as i think of them #but use all these little methods to keep it clean and tighten my own leash so i dont get carried away or lost #rat writes #ratwips #writing tips #writing process #art process #fan fic #ask a rat

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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could you possibly do some headcanons of some twst boys of your choice with a skinny reader?? if not its fine lol

his unconditional acceptance

Characters: Deuce, Azul, Epel, Silver

Synopsis: How does your lover treat you if you're insecure about being skinny?

Tags: reader is skinny, fluff, comfort, bot proofread

Word count: 936

Notes: Thanks for asking! I took this as a 'insecure about being skinny' sort of reader bc some of my friends are like that and I have more references hehe. Also gentle reminder that all body types are equally lovable and there's no need to change anything as long as you're comfortable! Variety in people exist and that's what makes people special <3

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Deuce finds it a bit confusing that you would be insecure

he thinks you’re absolutely perfect and he’s still surprised you like him!

but without a doubt, he’s very supportive of you

he values hard work and self-improvement, so he understands the struggles of insecurity and would want to help you overcome them in any way he can

he can be a bit blunt at times but it’s always laced with genuine care and concern for your well-being

provides reassurance and encouragement, and incredibly patient in helping you build self-confidence

constantly reminds you that you are valued and loved just the way you are

his lack of tact and slip-ups may sometimes unintentionally hurt your feelings

but he’s super quick to apologize and make amends, please don’t be upset!

invites to go jogging with him so you can exercise some, and automatically matches his pace with yours

gets you water and towels the instant you need it

he tries super hard to support you in whatever way he can

is also super willing to beat anyone up who dares comment on something they shouldn’t have

Deuce’s cheeks are flushed as he tries to meet your gaze. "Remember that you are so much stronger than you think. You have overcome challenges before, and you have the resilience to overcome these insecurities too. I'll be here to cheer you on every step of the way." He smiles genuinely, fiddling with his hair.

Azul loves you for who you are beyond your physical appearance

as someone who has struggled with his own self-esteem and acceptance of his body, he’s more sensitive about body image and is surprisingly empathetic (for a scammy businessman) towards others who also face body-related challenges

he feels a bit self-conscious about his own appearance in comparison to you at first

but he strives to be supportive, understanding, and accepting of your body size

he knows firsthand how hurtful it can be to be judged or bullied for you appearance

he puts his silver tongue to use and showers you with compliments and gifts so often you won’t have time to doubt yourself

hugs you and whispers words of affection in your ears

he won’t stop until you accept them

this man is willing to go to great lengths to please you and make you happy

loves getting you snacks whenever you feel hungry

and indulges you on any food cravings

also sometimes sends the leech twins to check up on you to see if you’ve eaten

"Oh Angelfish," Azul says as he pulls you into a comforting hug."You are deserving of love and acceptance, regardless of your size or appearance. You are so much more than your physical body, and I admire you for who you are on the inside."

Epel empathises with you a lot

he is more understanding and supportive towards your insecurities

he knows firsthand how it feels to be dissatisfied with your own body

makes you so many apple treats so you can munch on them whenever you’re hungry

he tries to boost your confidence by offering words of encouragement and reassurance

he doesn’t like showing you his weak side, but sometimes he shares his own struggles and how he has learned to cope with them

he will rant to you a lot about vil

it’s a team effort of growing to be comfortable in your own skin

you learn together to focus on their strengths and accomplishments

the two of you set realistic goals for self-improvement on daily habits together

it’s a cute relationship where you both learn and grow

listens patiently and offers gentle words of affirmation

loves giving hugs, holding hands, or just gentle physical reassurance

he’s so happy that you can find comfort in him

also tries to eat most of his meals with you so he can make sure you’re eating properly

Epel clutches both of your hands, his eyes firmly on yours. "I know it's hard when ya wanna change things 'bout yourself, but remember, you're my sweetheart, and I love ya just the way ya are. I wouldn't change a thing about ya. You're special and unique, and that's what makes ya truly beautiful in my eyes!" he exclaims.

Silver's super supportive of anything you do

make efforts to reassure you and boost your self-esteem, showing kindness and empathy towards your concerns

always listens to you talk about your worries attentively no matter how trivial it is

offers words of encouragement and tries taking actions to help you

this man tries super hard to fight off his sleep for you

when he does eventually fall asleep, his first thoughts are you and how you’re faring

takes on a role of being a protector and supporter for you, always trying to make you feel safe and secure in their relationship

he is patient and understanding towards your insecurities given his serious and reserved demeanour

patient and understanding, never rushing or pressuring you to change or be someone you’re not

accepts your insecurities and helps working towards building your confidence at your own pace

he’s your knight after all, he would definitely go above and beyond to ensure your well-being, both physically and emotionally

becomes more assertive in addressing any negative influences or situations that could affect your self-esteem

Silver knelt to the ground, placing his lips on your hand. "I am here to support you, my love, through thick and thin. Your size or shape does not matter to me, for it is your heart and soul that have captured mine," he promises as he looks up at you, his eyes full of love.

if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland deuce #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland epel #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland silver #silver #silver x reader

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I'm gonna say something really important here that was inspired by one specific event but applies to several others I've seen over the last few years. This is not vagueblogging to call someone out, this is a pattern I've seen a few times now that I'm genuinely concerned about.

If a series, whether books or television or films or video games, is so all-consuming in your life that a new installment going in a different direction from what you want is enough to make you have an emotional breakdown, you need to unplug from that series. If you sincerely refer to characters in this series as "[your] people" or "the love of [your] life" or "[your] family," not as a figure of speech but as something so genuine that having them handled in ways contrary to your preference makes you feel like your way of life is under attack, you need to distance yourself from those characters.

I'm saying this as someone who literally can't get into fandom debates anymore because I get so wrapped up that my heart rate spikes to the point of danger to my person. Because of a specific experience with a specific person (related to events outside fandom, but triggers are triggers) I have a very real trauma response to these discussions, and I can't engage with them anymore. I'm not saying this as "it's just a show calm down" or "why do you care so much about a video game" or as any kind of insult or passive aggression; I'm saying this as someone who understands firsthand that feelings get caught in specific places, and sometimes we just can't seem to pull them loose.

If you feel like this over a work of fiction, you need to get help, because there is something wrong. Something in your head and your heart has gotten caught on this work of fiction, and you need to pull it loose for your own wellbeing, but when it's gone that far it's all but impossible to do on your own.

I need to be very clear that I'm not talking about special interests or hyperfixations. I'm not talking about people who throw their lives into loving a specific thing, learning everything about that thing, expressing their interest in that thing, and so on. There's a line between passion and obsession, and a difference between what appears to be an obsession but is harmless and what appears to be passion but is an unhealthy level of obsession.

It's easy for those of us on the outside to write this kind of behavior off as just more entitled fans being entitled, but there's a point where what looks like entitlement exposes itself as something very different, something much more dangerous. If you're feeling this way—you need distance and assistance. If you're seeing friends behave this way—they need help, not rallying cries to "speak [their] truth."

I cannot express this strongly enough. No fictional character, no fictional story, no fandom is worth your health. Not one. Period. You are a real human being who deserves to be alive and safe and happy. The creators of a work of fiction are not attacking you or belittling your efforts by continuing to create within the boundaries of the fictional universe they created.

To put it as simply as I can:

If a work of fiction that you did not create existing in a state that you can't control is seriously damaging your mental and emotional wellbeing, you need to step away.

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solaroppositesyaoi · 11 months

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Hold on ,,, i kinda fell out of the fandom a while ago

Is Tervo canon now?? Like... earnest canon? Not just in that limbo between homophobic jokes and queerbaiting but like... Actual committed, loving relationship that they're both working on and they don't just sometimes kiss for laughs?

Because in that case i might start watching again

(I fell off just before the christmas special)

OH BOY ANON YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY AUTISM

So the short answer is yes though not 100% and I understand if that’s not what you’re looking for but if you have time you can listen to me go off:

So they pretty much do everything except stare directly at the audience and announce that their in a relationship but the show pretty much tells us they’re in relationship

We’ll start with the Christmas Special since you stopped there.

There’s only one “tervo” scene where Terry reveals he’s been practicing punching for Korvo’s Christmas present and they share a kiss which is the best kiss we’ve gotten from them.

It’s very sweet

Now onto s3

I’m linking my own video if you want to watch the scenes yourself but don’t worry I’m gonna break into them: link to video

There’s a lot of little things through out the season the word “husband” is thrown around a lot, in episode 2 Terry refers to Korvo as babe a personal fave of mine. There’s also huge implications they’re having sex with each other which you know helps.

The main episodes with the biggest Tervo moments are episode 3 The Pupas Big Day and episode 8 The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer

The Pupa’s Big Day features jealous Korvo in the best possible way (this is my personally favorite episode in the series by the way)

I don’t want to ruin the episodes for you but Terry is buddy buddy with a new character and it drives Korvo crazy. In the end the episode ends with with this line:

Tervo for the soul

The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer starts well with this:

After the fam goes on vacation and a few shenanigans happens until Terry and Korvo end up a museum of betrayals which features an animatronic of Korvo getting banged by Chris the red goobler

This sets off Terry who shows quite a bit a jealousy from the situation I’m not going to show it cause of tumblr’s nsfw rules but the animatronic says something along the lines

“I’m coming harder than I do with Terry”

The final scene I want to talk about come from the season finale The Fog of Pupa. Ms. Frankie reveals the cunnilingus Korvo gave her in the s2 finale and Terry give him this look:

It’s just screams Terry’s pissed at Korvo for this but why would he be if they weren’t in a relationship??

Outside that we have the Halloween special where it’s revealed Korvo gave Terry bj coupons for Valentines Day

Cute

Also found this excerpt article with Mike McMahan (here’s a link for the entire article)

In the s4 preview (youtube link) Terry pretty much is the sole reason Korvo is British now because it made him horny, he also calls Korvo sweetie in the clip.

We also have a Valentines episode to look forward too which a lot of people are speculating a tervo wedding as “something big” is suppose to happen to two characters hmmm…..

So are they in a relationship? I like to think so but I’m also autistic and a little insane and I eat up all the scraps they give me. Maybe I’m delusional but i feel there’s a ton of evidence here. If you think this is just queerbait material I understand but I think it’s pretty clear they’re in love with each other. Either way I can't wait for s4 and more tervo content for me to tear into and analyze the death.

Anyway thanks for sticking with me here and I hope this answered your question!

#tervo #solar opposites #long post #posting this at 1am I don't care

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so maybe this is too out there of a question but you seem to draw a lot so i was wondering.... how? asking from a place where I used to draw a ton but had a burnout from it that i don't think i ever really recovered from, now im barely drawing and i feel like my skills are decaying but i just can't get myself to draw, and when i do i can't make anything i like and i just get frustrated ): i want to draw, i still have that urge in me to draw but i just. can't. do you have any advice? if not you can just ignore this ask.

Hmm....I will try my best to give a few ideas to help! But ultimately, I don't have a lot of interest outside of drawing to be honest (to the point I can argue in the past it's been unhealthy), I think a lot of it has to do with being autistic and it being my special interest, and I've always had a pretty high stamina from it, so I'm kind of bad to be compared to in a way I think ^^;

A few things though

-I have projects I work on, even if loosely, basically at all times. I consider my characters stories projects, and do a lot of work surrounding them outside of art that fuels the art - such as making mood boards, writing and talking about them, making playlist, stuff like that.

-If I feel burnt out in one area of art, i.e. character illustrations, I try to do something different, such as background focused work, or doing something outside of what I would normally do, like collage.

-I'm a really big advocate for studies to get out of burn out, and it's most likely what I will do to get out of one myself. Switching mindsets keeps things from getting monotonous, and can put your brain into a different gear which makes it easier to be creative in what you want it to be. Timed figure drawings can also be fun once you break through the "oh god I'm shit at this" feelings when you first start doing them.

-Drawing for others can be really nice sometimes, whether it be through art trades or drawing shit for your loved ones. I tend to do the latter one the most when I feel burnt out from my own work, and like to talk about their oc's a lot anyways, so it's fun to get to know their characters more through art. I use to also do art parties with my friends and do things like switching canvases every ten minutes, all working on one prompt but doing our own thing, stuff like that. In a similar vein, sometimes asking your friends for prompts can be helpful, think of it as an assignment of sorts if that works for you!

-Figure out WHAT you want to draw before you sit down and draw it. There's a lot of different ways to do this, a lot of time if I feel stuck unable to do work I'll look for visual references and make a mood board, or think about themes I've been wanting to explore and ponder on that for some times, a lot of times pieces will sit in my head for a month or so before I actually tackle them. Sometimes I'll go to my inspiration blog and hit the random button a few times and take the images I get from that and try to build something with it. If you feel stuck on a certain part of a piece, break it down further by doing a study of what's getting you stuck (if it has to do with form, I suggest tracing said thing and then practice drawing it yourself afterwards).

Overall, please don't beat yourself up, artist go through cycles of growth and slumber and sometimes you just have to rest, especially if you have outside factors making it hard for you to focus on drawing. It takes a lot for art skills to degrade and even if it were to be the case there's a lot of beauty in picking back up a skill, and sometimes you can even learn it better the second time.

I hope any of this was helpful, I'm rooting for you!

#ask #burn out #art burn out #faq #long post

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angryducktimemachine · 1 month

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Hi Ed!

I really really love your drawings, specially the ones with holmes and your penciled ones. I hope it’s not to bold/rude of me to say but I’d love to draw like you, do you have any tips on where to start? I have some basics from forever ago but I very rusty on my abilities. Should I draw using references? A particular tutorial on YouTube? Something entirely different?

With love, from a fan of yours

Well first step you want to be a 11 year old that gets absolutely obsessed with Warrior Cats-

Ok jokes aside (and thank you very much first!!) I'll see what actual advice I can give you! My approach to art is not really actively focused on improving (as I do not want to do this as my job and so just take the motivation to practice something specific as it comes.) but I'll try and recall what has helped me over the years.

Using references is definitely a very useful thing, I'm currently trying to use them more when it comes to drawing fabric but they're useful for all sorts of things. what I did and do personally as well is just. Watching people. Trying to figure out how the movement of a body works, the way arms can bend or legs are stretched. This works both with your own body (sometimes I just stand in front of a mirror trying to see how my arm bends over my head to get a feeling for it's movement.) and just observing people in day to day life! I find this technique easier than "static" photo references cause I get a better feeling of the body but they can both be useful.

I never really watched YouTube tutorials however what I did watch is hours and hours and hours of speedpaints - i think they're really fun if you are looking for different tricks and techniques to try, the way this artist does linework vs how this one colours- i have a few up myself.

Third, if you're anything like me and thrive on compliments; get yourself a buddy who's as hyped about your own art as you are. I feel like this helps with both inspiration and motivation, most of the time when I had art, be it when i was still drawing cats or Star Wars OCs to now drawing Sherlock Holmes - I also had a friend who was currently into the same things I was - or even better, was actively creating characters and stories with me which gave me lots of ideas to draw.

Oh also a little side note if you ever find yourself frustrated with your art or struggle to find inspiration, it often helps me to switch things up a bit, do something different. Get out actual paint. Try (and fail, in my case) to carve something. Paint a wall. Learn origami. Do something with model clay. Convince yourself that you can sew anything if you just tried hard enough.

I hope at least a few of those things are useful - explaining how I got here art wise is a bit difficult cause I mainly just picked up a pen and then just never stopped. But art starts somewhere for us all and I hope you can find joy in creating!!

#sorry for the incoherent rambling i geniuly just fuck around and find out with my art #ask #anyway shout out to Lill and Ben who were the people to hype up my art when i was just starting to draw more

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live-from-flaturn · 10 months

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Number 25: Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast. Bonus points if whoever's cooking is terrible at it.

somehow this thing started off with vaguely horny vibes and then, as per usual, veered directly into character study territory and got sickeningly soft. thanks for the lovely prompt, darlin'!

tw: references to Korn in passing

wordcount: approx. 700

Title: "Tasting Sunrise"

Chay slips his arms around Kim’s waist and hooks his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder. He watches as Thailand’s current indie sweetheart and rising star stirs wayyyyyy too much chili paste into the soup he’s making. “Whatcha doing, Phi?”

“What does it look like?” Kim sniffs. “I’m making us breakfast.”

“Are you secretly trying to kill me and collect my hefty life insurance policy?”

“Wh– Why would you ask that?!” Kim spins around in his arms, looking so completely horrified that, for a split-second, Porchay feels kinda bad…

Then he takes in the ‘Fuck You, it’s MY Kitchen’ apron (which Tankhun had special-ordered when Kim nearly burned down the house last summer making grilled cheese), Kim’s untouched bedhead, and his own rumpled Wik tee covering Kim’s chest. A smile blooms softly across his face. There’s no urgency in the gesture, no driving need to ease Kim’s worry – because Kim is already calm again. One look is all it takes now that they’ve learned how real communication works.

“That’s a lot of chili, P’Kim.” Chay noses along the hinge of Kim’s jaw until Kim finally relaxes back against him and exposes his neck for more. “Are you feeling congested, or did I snore last night and you’re trying to fix the problem with folk medicine?”

“Is it really that much?” Kim blinks at him innocently. Chay still can't believe that for all his ferality, all his killing and maiming and committing violent crimes on a near-weekly basis, Kim has no fucking clue how to read recipes. Something about cooking simply doesn't click; and that's fine with Chay, because cooking is his happy place.

Therapy rocks and he’ll always be grateful for his access to solid mental healthcare – but sometimes, in the quiet of their kitchen, nothing soothes him faster or better than slicing up vegetables and mixing the correct ratio of seasonings into his broth base. He makes Kim a variety of healthy food and takes great pride in doing so.

“I love you so much, P’Kim… But there’s a reason I make breakfast when we have the time to eat together.”

Kim pouts cutely up at him in disappointment so Chay smacks a kiss to his forehead. Totally fair compensation, in his opinion. “How about we go out for food, instead? There’s a new crepe place down the block that looks awesome and the reviews are good.”

“I like crepes.”

“Precisely my point.”

“Alright,” Kim smiles and turns off the stove. Chay follows him into the bedroom, pinching at his hips to keep them from getting distracted on the way.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Chay whispers, just before they leave the apartment. He takes one of Kim’s hands in both of his and presses several kisses along the ridge of Kim's knuckles. “But please don’t push yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable for my sake. We both make up each other’s slack, right?”

Kim looks apprehensive at this request. Wary. Almost as if he's been cornered.

Chay wonders darkly if he’s been to visit Korn in the last twenty-four hours.

“I make us healthy, tasty dinners and sometimes breakfast. You check the deadbolts every night and keep a holster under your bedside table,” Chay ticks the items off on his fingers as if he’s making a numbered list. Mostly he wants Kim to understand his point. Kim nods along, so he continues:

“I keep track of our toiletries and resupply when we’re at the store. You have a cool sixth sense about when we’re low on coffee beans, so we never run out. Cats come up to me on the street so we can both pet them. Your fans take candids of us petting cats together on the street and post them online for me to collect. We’re symbiotic, Kim. Not like Venom, I mean, but like two separate people who fit very well together.”

Kim pops onto his toes in order to bestow a pleased kiss to Chay’s lips. Chay can feel Kim's smile beneath the pressure of skin meeting skin and it makes him smile right back.

When they pull back for air, Kim gasps, “I love you, sunshine.”

“I love you, too, Phi.”

“Breakfast?”

“Breakfast.”

The crepes, while delicious, don't hold a candle to the taste of Kim's early morning smile.

#kimchay #kimchay ficlet #kimchay fluff #kpts fanfic #kimchay fanfic #kimchay prompt fill #prompt fill #fluff #breakfast #kim is a terrible cook bless his heart #chay loves him anyway #how do i keep doing this send help please

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mischiefmaven · 2 years

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Intuitive women as romantic catalysts in Heartstopper

“There are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.” - Charlotte Lucas in Pride & Prejudice

In the earliest stages of their developing relationship, represented in the show by episodes 1 through 3, Nick and Charlie navigate the uncertainty of their feelings and attraction. They struggle for vastly different reasons, but each of them gets guidance, sometimes unconsciously given, from intuitive women in their lives. Sarah Nelson, Imogen, Tori, and Tara play important—and very different—roles in bringing Nick and Charlie together.

The women

With an offhand comment in episode 2, Sarah Nelson is the first woman in Nick’s life to serve as a catalyst to his eventual relationship with Charlie.

S: He’s very different to your other friends, isn’t he? You seem much more yourself around him.

N: Do I?

S: You do.

N: Oh…

Her observation has an effect on Nick, and in his furrowed brow that melts into a secret smile, we see validation and maybe even relief. Charlie is different and special, and the person who knows him best of all can sense it, sense that Charlie is good for him, and will allow him to be who is really is. For Nick, who is used to relatively shallow interactions with his peers, it reinforces and legitimizes the possibility of emotional intimacy with Charlie.

The very next scene brings us our second intuitive woman for Nick: Imogen. Enjoying the memory of their snow day together, Nick starts a message to Charlie asking to hang out again. Imogen sees Nick’s infatuated smile and starts teasing him about slipping into someone’s DMs to flirt. Although in the short term Imogen stops Nick from messaging Charlie, her reference to chirpsing shows she’s picking up on his attraction, something Nick is barely ready to admit to himself. It frames his feelings in a light that his mom’s comment didn’t. It confuses him, but it ultimately prompts an important shift in Nick’s thinking: is what he’s feeling more than friendship?

It’s worth noting that Imogen is also aware of the change in Nick after the kiss at Harry’s party. (To be fair, never has there been a worse poker face from a smitten person than Nick Nelson’s.) But she knows something is up with him, even if she can’t place it. I love Imogen because I think she’s quite complex for a relatively minor character: she’s so in tune with Nick’s emotional states at times, but also very much blind to his ambivalence when it comes to his feelings toward her. She’s so human (and played so beautifully by Rhea Norwood).

Of course Tori is on this list for her absolutely iconic “I don’t think he’s straight” moment. Tori sees and knows all, and her matter-of-fact take on their hug gives Charlie real hope when everyone else is telling him to get over Nick. It’s probably part of what makes him brave enough to ask Nick about his crush in the ballroom.

Despite her memorable episode 2 comment, there’s a strong argument to be made that the bus scene in episode 1 is Tori’s first, and perhaps more important, catalyst moment. By prompting Charlie to talk about his dream guy, Tori makes Charlie articulate what he wants in a partner, even though he’s fairly sure his options are limited and he’ll have to settle. It’s a way to process what happened with Ben and avoid repeating it. Proximity and opportunity are not enough, and neither are empty physical interactions. Charlie craves compatibility and connection, and it’s important that these needs are in the back of his mind as he grows closer to Nick.

If Sarah and Imogen open the door for Nick specifically, Tara (with Darcy’s help) gives him a gentle nudge to walk through it (and later a safe space to process his sexuality). At Harry’s party, Tara comes out to Nick and demonstrates how to be your authentic self with the person you love. When Nick starts talking about Charlie, Tara has a hint of a knowing smile that I read as recognition that maybe there’s more going on than just sitting next to each other in form. She is probably more catalyst than intuitive influence, since she doesn’t know Nick or Charlie that well, but I’m including Tara here because she is still so crucial.

It goes without saying that Tara and Darcy’s kiss on the dance floor is a pivotal moment for Nick. Much has been written about that scene, and I can’t do it justice here. But in giving Nick a safe space to talk about being queer and serving as a model for queer joy, Tara inspires Nick to find Charlie and not “hide as much anymore.”

The non-catalyst intuitives: Isaac and Darcy

Despite his early claim that Nick is a ginormous heterosexual, Isaac senses that something is going on between Nick and Charlie early on, but I can’t quite pinpoint when. We first learn of it in episode 4, when Tao complains at lunchtime that Charlie is off with Nick.

I: Well, they’re in the honeymoon phase.

T: It’s not even like they’re dating!

I: Unless they are…

This hunch is confirmed later in the episode, when he walks in on a tender moment between Nick and Charlie after the match at St. John’s. Isaac is intuitive, but he prefers to be on the periphery, and opts out of the drama of his friend group—most of the time, anyway. Sometimes he will actively participate, such as when the boys ask Elle to find out if Tara likes Nick, or (in one of my favorite moments) when he kicks over the Monopoly board. More often than not, though, Isaac prefers to observe and participate with a well-placed chuckle or eye roll. We don’t see him mention his observations or suspicions to Charlie, and so he doesn’t serve as a catalyst for the development of Nick and Charlie’s relationship, even if he saw it all coming.

Darcy falls into this camp as well. Her “gay intuition” tells her Nick and Charlie look “suspiciously couple-y,” but they are already secretly together by then. So she gets bragging rights later, but I can’t call her a catalyst. (And unlike Isaac, she is the drama of the friend group: I can’t wait for Paris!)

It’s hard to imagine Nick and Charlie’s love story developing without the support and gentle nudges our boys get from Sarah, Imogen, Tori, and Tara. In Heartstopper, it takes a village to bring Nick and Charlie together, though my sentimental heart likes to think they would have gotten there eventually.

#heartstopper #nick x charlie #charlie spring #nick nelson #imogen heartstopper #imogen heaney #tara jones #tori spring #tori knows all #isaac heartstopper #darcy olsson #meta #basically an English essay #sarah nelson

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Hi! I'm kinda noticing some characters I like might experience delusions or hallucinations, and I'm interested in headcanoning them as such, but I'm a simple autistic system with no experience or understanding of the difference between various delusional (or hallucinatory?) disorders and I don't want to be offensive at all - are there any firsthand references I could look to in order to discern or something like that? thanks!

Hi there anon!! Tbh I think in some ways, there's a lack of helpful, respectful and representative first hand accounts available about psychotic experiences. In the same way as being autistic, and being a system, is very individual to each person, so is psychotic stuff.

This is a blessing and a curse to writers and other creatives! If you just look up generic information about any of these things, the characters will end up stereotypical and not very relatable to anyone.

I think a really helpful notion is to think of psychosis as something meaningful and personal, on some level. It isn't always, but often it is, and it's better to conceptualise it that way, I think.

Hallucinations and delusions are "unreal" experiences, but they are based in the individual's reality. They rely on the culture the person exists in, our personal background etc. When I am in a room adjacent to a room where any of my loved ones are, I am likely to start hallucinating that they are having a fight, and I'm likely to start making up reasons, and thinking that I'm at fault, and that they might hurt each other. This is directly related to my childhood experiences.

Delusions and hallucinations are often negative, but not always. They can be comforting, or helpful, at times. It's a special way for the brain to communicate/process, somewhat like dreams it doesn't always make sense, but it's not always a nightmare.

Another thing to keep in mind that non-psychotics sometimes forget, is that we experience these things in a very real way, and they affect us mostly as if it really happened. People can and do regularly get traumatized by psychotic experiences, even if there was no real danger in objective reality.

Think of being a child. Children are often scared of weird things, where the adults "know better". Compassionate adults still help, and take the child's fear seriously, but other children or less compassionate adults might laugh or minimize the emotion.

For many psychotic folks, this dynamic never quite goes away. We are often weary of sharing our deep dark fears and experiences, because people may laugh in our face when we do. Or call us crazy, childish or even dangerous.

...I guess I'm thinking that if you already have the existing characters, and you want to add some psychotic spice, I think you need to think deeply about the character first.

What are their complexes, their traumas, their cultural background etc. Try to think of symbolism related to this. Think "what is their worst fear?", and then imagine if their brain regularly decided to just make their worst fear feel like fact or look/sound etc like fact.

What makes them quirky and unique? Is there a way to turn this up to the max, pushing it past the edge of "oh they are just quirky" into the territory of "wait, are they being serious right now?". (Spoiler alert: They are).

I think it can also be helpful to familiarise yourself with things like negative symtoms and cognitive symtoms and other related stuff, too, and if you want to portray a specific disorder, like schizophrenia, I would consider it a necessity.

Hope this was a bit helpful..? Perhaps. Y'all, feel free to reblog and add helpful links or thoughts!

#pseriouslyschizophrenic #actuallypsychotic #writing advice #writing psychosis #answers #schizospec

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aquatik · 2 years

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heatwaves ; inazuman style, arataki itto 𓆝

synopsis from the marine lover -> inazuma’s summer heat paired with a favor you’re doing for your boss, whatever could go wrong?

@lovely-josuke, this one’s for you hehe

phylum echinodermata -> genshin impact - inazuma

characters -> itto x reader, yoimiya and shinobu + the arataki gang appear throughout the story

word count -> 4.1k

content -> two parter; fluff - female reader

water levels -> all safe, no warnings — mentions of medicine

summertime in inazuma is beautiful, they say. by they, you’d be referring to the tourists.

“yeah right,” you mumbled, blinking away the sweat drop threatening to fall into your eye.

summertime in inazuma was beautiful, only when the summer festival was being held. besides that, it was just stupidly hot. you swore your archon must’ve done something to offend the pyro archon of natlan, because it was absurd how much the temperature increased in the summer. this was by far one of the worst heat waves inazuma has gotten this year. the only hope you got out of this was the summer festival coming up in a few weeks. naganohara fireworks are truly a sight to see. it's no surprise why you can quickly agree with tourists that summer is beautiful in inazuma. you never failed to be mesmerized by the beautiful fireworks exploding in the air. speaking of fireworks you haven’t had a chance to—

“heyy y/n! that’s you right?” yoimiya exclaims, running towards you, popping your bubble of thought.

“yoimiya, nice to see you, was just thinking about you,” you smiled at the blonde, the lingering smell of gunpowder circling around her.

“so it is you! it’s great to see you! man, i wish i would’ve seen you sooner. i was testing out a couple fireworks and could’ve used a second opinion,” she said, hitting her fist against her palm.

you smiled at her, this girl’s energy really was contagious. “we’ve always got next time,” you pointed out to your friend.

“that’s right! we’ve gotta do it again sometime soon!” she jumped up. “you’ve been so busy— speaking of which, what brings you here?”

and you suddenly remembered why exactly you didn’t enjoy summer in inazuma.

“nothing special,” your smile slightly dropping. “picking up a shipment for the shop.”

the firework maker’s eyes slowly widened with realization, “wait, and you’ve gotta take it back to ritou? that’s an insane walk! and in this heat?!”

“yeah, you know how popular the stand gets in the summertime,” you sighed.

“b-but, can’t they just deliver it?” yoimiya stammered.

“no, unfortunately not. something occurred with the company and they can’t complete deliveries. but the shop really needs this shipment. miss sirona was going to come but she has to handle paperwork for the association so she asked me to come pick it up.” you sighed once again, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

the blonde smiled sympathetically towards you, “geez, i’m sorry. i would totally go with you and help but i’ve gotta help pops at the shop.”

“nah don’t worry about it, thank you though. i’m gonna get going, the heats only going to get worse if i keep stalling,” you laughed sarcastically.

she softly whined, “alright then…i’ll totally come visit later if not tomorrow!”

“i’m looking forward to it!” you waved her goodbye and started walking towards the store to get the package. now this you weren’t looking for.

finally, you reached the entrance of ritou, after what felt like forever. the walk was unimaginable, the sun’s rays were unforgiving towards you. you put the box down, taking a moment to breathe before the final stretch to your workplace. at least the supply store took some sort of pity on you and gave you a hefty discount for the inconvenience.

you picked up the box once again, “alright, almost there.” you mumbled to yourself.

you walked through the plaza and greeted others as you made your way to your workplace. ISAO was located closer towards the docks. while that did bring in more customers, you sure did wish it was closer inland right about now.

you could finally see ISAO from a distance. you were approaching the stairs to head down, mindlessly looking around and thinking about how nice it would be to be under the shade. you weren’t paying attention and suddenly, a large figure ran into you, sending both you and them onto the ground.

the impact into the ground wasn’t hard by any means, it was more of an instinct to groan in pain. you looked to the side to see small, tan colored beads scattered throughout the ground.

“this cannot be happening, great, just great!” you said irritated. you just dropped the box of supplies.

“hey, watch where you’re going!” a boisterous voice cut through your complaints.

“excuse me?” you exasperated.

“yeah, you heard me. you know i’m the one and oni, the leader of the…” he said, his words trailing off as you glared up at the perpetrator who made you fall.

“i-i mean, ahem! hi there! you, uhhh,” he stammered as he kept looking at you.

“listen here you! do you have any idea what i went through to bring this here— are you even listening?” you scolded as he watched you, mouth agape and eyes widened.

miss sirona was so going to kill you. even if it wasn’t your fault technically speaking, these were important to prepare for the next day.

you and the man stared at each other for a couple of seconds. this gave you a chance to actually observe who he was. he had slicked back white hair with red tips, and red horns adorning the top of his head. there was a cape like fabric adorning his shoulders, clad in purple, red, white and black accents. red tattoos painted on his chest and an intricate belt around his hips.

after giving it a second thought, he was pretty handsome. that little realization quickly washed away once you remembered the situation you were in. before you could continue your rant, the tall man looks at the ground panicked before taking a handful of the tan pellets and stuffing them into his mouth.

“woah are these chocolates? what a lucky day for me!” he said through a mouthful. “these are, ahem, a little funky tasting though, with uh a little bit of a weird texture, but uh, still good! still goooood!” he smiled closed-mouthed, before coughing loudly into his hand.

“yeah they taste like that because—“

“you really gotta thank me!” he said, interrupting you while stuffing his mouth with more of the tan pellets, coughing in the process, “saved you from some stale chocolates!” you swore that you could hear a wheeze in his voice, but that wasn’t your main concern at the moment.

“i’ve been trying to say that—“ you said, getting interrupted once again. however, this time it wasn’t by the man in front of you. the interruption came from a group of 3 guys running towards you two. they were all adorned with the same symbol on top of their heads.

“BOSS! BOSS! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” one shouted.

another followed by saying, “WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”

the final guy was going to shout as well until he stopped in his tracks, looking between you and their ‘boss’ like a deer in headlights. the other two followed suit, looking at each other and back at you two. they began whispering to each other, something along the lines of: ‘isn’t that…?’ ‘did the boss actually…’ ‘what a brave man our boss is!’

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME TALK?” you shouted exasperated. the three guys straightened their backs, there was a moment of silence until it was interrupted by more coughing. however this time, there was a definite wheeze in the cough.

“m-miss! how can we help you?” one of the guys spoke up.

“you idiot!” one exclaimed, smacking the other guy, “the boss and the lady are on the ground! boss clearly protected his lady against an attack!’

“you bigger idiot! boss hasn’t—“ the last one spoke.

“ENOUGH!” you shouted, “IT'S WAY TOO HOT FOR THIS!” you got up from the ground, sighing angrily. the summer weather was clearly getting to you, that and the situation you’ve been put in.

“do you guys know who he is?” you said through your teeth. “he made me drop a shipment of soybeans my store needed and for some reason decided to start eating them and calling chocolates. i don’t think you understand how much of a—“

“DID YOU SAY SOYBEANS?” one of them shouted, quickly sounding panicked.

“YES!” you shouted back, you were so done with this whole interaction, with the heat, with everything.

“the boss…” one started, “is allergic TO BEANS!” the other finished.

“what…?” your eyes widened as you heard their outburst. along with the panicked looks on their faces, these two things combined quickly wiped away your fatigue.

“soybeans?” the guy on the ground asked through a hoarse voice, you turned to him to see his face had gotten significantly swollen and red, almost enough to match his tattoos. the wheezing and coughing from earlier wasn't your imagination. before you could react, the guy fell from his sitting position to falling onto his back.

“how allergic are we talking?” you asked, voice slightly filled with panic as you quickly kneeled down to the ground.

“DEATHLY!” they all yell in unison, starting to pace around.

you feel your heart drop at the revelation on how badly the man was allergic to beans. your previous concerns were quickly washed away with the current issue at hand. it was evident how severe of an allergic reaction the man was having. you took his arm and checked the wrist for his pulse.

“it’s there, if we get help fast he’ll be—“ you turned around to speak to the guys, only to see them running away, bumping into each other and stumbling, one of them falling in the process only to quickly get up and continue running.

there was faint screaming along the lines of, “get shinobu, she’ll know what to do!” “why are you coming? stay with the boss!” “we don’t know where shinobu is exactly, three are better than, well, not three!” slowly, their voices disappeared as they ran off.

“what the hell is wrong with these people…” you pondered as you watched them run away, “no, what the hell am i doing? come on ‘boss’, i gotta get you down there,” you spoke to yourself as you slung his arm across your shoulders and began standing up. your destination became ISAO, your workplace, once again.

there wasn’t any hospitals in ritou per say, those were found in the mainland of inazuma. ISAO is definitely not a hospital, but it’s not too far from it. ISAO is a beverage stand, a quite popular one too, enough to rival Sailing Breeze. while ISAO is known for its beverages, the people of ritou consider this to be the closest to a hospital you’ll find on this island.

this is accredited to the medicinal properties found in the drinks. specific drinks made to target symptoms such as headaches, or go as far as treating more complex illnesses. on top of this, the stand sells pharmaceutical supplies, earning ISAO the nickname of ‘ritou’s hospital’. your boss, sirona feir, has medical experience from traveling across teyvat and her expertise is only increased with the help of her hydro vision. while she could be a renowned doctor across the nations, she decided to combine her love of medicine with her dream of opening a drink stand and open ISAO here in ritou.

you made it down the stairs as fast as you could and began running towards the direction of your workplace. you spotted the familiar stand and sighed thankfully, your feet moving faster towards your now visible boss.

“y/n! glad to see you back. you must be exhausted from the trip combined with the heat. once again i’m so sorry, please, come into the shade, i made you a cold drink so hurry—oh archons!” she spoke as she was mixing what you quickly assumed was a new medication, before dropping the container in shock.

“what happened to him?” she asked as she ran from behind the stand towards you, grabbing his other arm and supporting his weight on you.

“long story. but to sum it up, he's having a severe allergic reaction.”

“let’s get him into the shade. we can lay him down afterwards but it’s crucial to stop the reaction now before it gets more complicated,” she spoke, masking her worry with professionalism as you both brought him under the shade.

you sat him down as sirona rummaged through one of the drawers, looking for a medication to administer. she quickly found it and began preparing it to give it to the passed out man.

you were sitting in the backroom of ISAO on a stool next to the man laying down on the bed. miss sirona has a office in a spare storage room you guys use for patients who need to be more closely monitored.

his swelling had significantly gone down, and his breathing was more even now. miss sirona truly did have a gift with medicine, you could only hope you’d be able to help others as much as she does one day.

you looked down at the man once more, now with his face more relaxed, it gave you an opportunity to really look at his features. and you weren’t wrong earlier, he’s handsome.

“hey, y/n, quit ogling at the poor guy so much,” sirona said, leaning against the doorframe.

you turned at the sudden noise in the room, “very funny,” you said, cheeks slightly flushing.

“i’m going to head out for a second. i’m going to file a report to that company to the association, that was a safety hazard and it needs to be handled. can you handle taking care of him?” she asked.

“yeah of course, i got this.” you said as you glanced behind miss sirona, “nothing about the three guys?”

“no, i’m afraid not. i’ll stay the night here if anything.”

“miss sirona please, i’ll stay if anything. this is my fault rather than yours.”

“ooouh~ someone’s trying to make a move i see,” the medical practitioner laughed at your shocked expression.

“like i said, very. funny.” you gritted through your teeth.

“oh lighten up y/n!” she laughed as she walked up to you and gave you the follow up medication you’d have to apply in her absence.

she took one final glance at the man before smiling knowingly. with that, she turned and left the room.

you let out a deep sigh. at least the situation was under control and he’d recover. someone deathly allergic to beans…certainly wasn’t something you had heard of before, but it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve come across. the sun was slightly beginning to set, meaning the cooler night breeze was soon approaching.

it was about time to change the ointments, so you began preparing them. you turned to begin the treatment, expecting to see the man sleeping like you had seen him moments ago. except this time, you were met with red eyes staring at you widely.

you shrieked, almost dropping the bowl. thankfully, you set it next to you, “archons! you scared me, are you alright, do you need something—“

“are you an angel?”

…

“what?”

“you’re an angel aren’t you? granny told me angels are really pretty and well you’re pretty.”

“you must be out of it because of the medication,” you sighed as you grabbed the bowl of medication once more. “let me move this bandage real quick, then you should go back to sleep, you need to rest.”

“nahhh,'' he softly exclaimed, “i don't need no rest!”

you scoffed at his lighthearted attitude. a couple hours ago, it seemed like he was about to kick the bucket and now here he is, laughing about the whole situation, even if he didn’t realize exactly what was going on.

“do you even remember how you ended up here?” you asked, becoming more and more amused as he tried recalling how exactly he ended up here. his face contorted into a pensive expression, “cute,” you smiled.

“i’ve got nothin,” he said, raising his nail to scratch his forehead only to find a bandage in the way.

you moved your hand to meet his on his forehead, grabbing the corner of the bandage. “stay still, i’ve gotta change this one out too,” you said as you peeled it back, he hummed in agreement.

“whatcha doing miss angel?”

“for the last time—“ you sighed before deciding it was better to play along with the man's insisting. “well for starters, you had an allergic reaction.”

“no way, for real?” he exclaimed, his voice slowly getting louder and louder as he talked to you.

you giggled at his expression, “yeah, a pretty bad one at that too. you thought i’d be funny to eat soybeans that had fallen on the ground, going as far to call them chocolates.”

“wow, someone’s gotta be pretty dumb to do that, i wouldn’t wanna be them…” he pondered out loud. you looked at him with a deadpan expression. now was he being serious, or was he just delusional from the medicine? once again, you decided to drop it, not seeing much of a point in correcting him. instead, you found yourself laughing once again.

you hummed, “yeah i agree, it was a pretty dumb move. there were three guys there too, they left as fast as they arrived to look for someone, and then i brought you here.”

“the boys must’ve been pretty worried,” you furrowed your brows and rolled your eyes at the duality of this man, or better put the audacity. “they sure were,” you responded.

he nodded at your words and the room fell silent. you finished changing the bandages and stood up to throw away the old ones.

“you know miss angel, you look a lot like the pretty lady that works in that one stand,” he spoke, breaking the small silence between you two as you walked back towards him.

“pretty lady?” you asked.

“yeah! she’s really really pretty, and kind too! well, i’ve never talked to her, i’ve been meaning too,” he mumbled the last sentence.

“what stand does she work at?” you asked, slightly intrigued.

“it’s this really cool drink stand, i see her pretty often actually, she’s…” he begins rambling on your features, and how he’s seen you help others frequently. a blush began to creep up on your face as you realized he was describing you. you were indeed the pretty lady he was referring to.

“a-and why haven’t you spoken to her?”

“well…i get scared okay! she seems so sweet, i feel like she wouldn’t like me. i don't even know her name, isn't that a little stalkerish?”

“i don’t think so, there’s no harm in wanting to get to know someone. i’m sure she’d love to get to know you, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

he scoffed as he crossed his arms, “no way! it’s gotta be a super epic introduction, it’s the least she deserves! plus you gotta take into account that i’m an oni, what if i scare her off?”

“i can assure you she would not be scared of you,” you smiled.

he raised a brow, “oh yeah? how so?”

it was tempting to just plainly say, ‘i’d know because i am her,’ but you decided against it, settling for another answer. “if she’s as kind as you say she is, why wouldn’t she treat you with the same kindness she shows to everyone else?”

“i guess, i guess you’re right…” he said, realization sinking in. “but still, it’s gotta be an epic introduction slash confession you know? between you and me, i’ve been close to executing one of the amazing plans i got but chickened out each time.”

“oh really—“

“but you’ve gotta promise it's between you and me miss angel! promise!”

“alright, alright,” your smile grew slightly bigger, “i promise.”

“phew, glad i got that off my chest, feels like a big ol’ burden was lifted off my chest,” he chuckled which soon got replaced by a yawn.

“you should get some sleep, the medicine is probably kicking in right now.”

“nahhh, i’ll be fine, sleep is for the…” he started before he began snoring, and loudly at that.

“so much for that, huh,” you smiled as the dim yellow candle light covered the eccentric man in a soft light.

his snoring was soon overshadowed by a small ding sound, followed by a woman’s voice, “excuse me, is anyone here?” you only assumed it was the bell the store had up on the front. you took a final look at the man before heading to the front.

you walked outside to see a young woman with green hair and a mask covering half of her face. her eyes slightly widened at seeing you, but she quickly composed herself.

“hi there, i’m kuki shinobu. i’m sorry to disturb you at this hour but by any chance a man named arataki itto is here?” she asked.

you smiled apologetically, “would you mind describing him? we’ve got a man back here who had an allergic reaction, but never got a name.”

“tall, white hair, wears no shirt, oni, and an allergic reaction? let me guess, to beans?” she asked as she sighed.

“unless there’s a doppelgänger, then yeah, he’s back here alright,” you said as you as opened the stand door, “follow me.”

she thanked you as you led her to the room where the now confirmed oni was peacefully snoring away. “the nerve of the boss,” she sighed as she looked over at you.

“boss? i heard three other guys calling him that earlier.”

“yeah it’s a little bit of story,” she scratched her head, “would you mind telling me what exactly happened?”

“i think we’ve got time for both,” you smiled as you pulled out a chair for her.

over a couple minutes, you learned a bit about the arataki gang and it’s members. the name was pretty misleading after hearing the shenanigans they got into that shinobu had to save them from. at the end of the day, they just were a group of friends having fun and trying to share it with others. you in exchange told her about the events that led up to your meeting with each other, choosing to leave out the small conversation you had with him.

“you know, i had a feeling i recognized you,” shinobu said as she waved her hand over the beverage you made her to cool it down, it had stress relief properties and was packed in a to-go cup, as per her request. “you’re the girl the boss keeps talking about.”

“really…?” you asked as she nodded, choosing to ignore the small blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“you know, he had this whole elaborate plan,” she said as explained the day he declared his mission. his plan sounded like the most idiotic but on brand idea that could ever occur to him. she was the first and only person to disagree with his plan, as the guys all cheered on their boss for being so ‘intelligent’. it seemed like today he was this close to going through with it, but the archons decided today wouldn’t be the day and landed him in this whole predicament. it was pretty funny now looking back on the events from earlier today.

“well, i should be off now, we’ve intruded far too much now. thank you once again.” she said as she began to hoist itto’s arm over her shoulder, the oni slightly murmmering.

“do you need help?” you asked, putting your cup down ready to help her.

“i’ll be fine, this is certainly not the first time ive had to do this, thank you though.”

“stop by again then, i’d love to talk to you more,” you offered.

“i’ll definitely pass by whenever those idiots are off doing something, it’s a nice spot to relax.”

“we’ll be waiting for you here then, on the house,” you smiled as she thanked you and headed outside. you quickly stopped her and grabbed a slip from under the counter and wrote something on it.

you handed her the paper, “give this to him when he comes to, yeah?”

“you’ve got it,” shinobu said as she took the paper in her unoccupied hand and began walking off.

a free beverage voucher was printed on the vinyl paper shinobu carried in one hand, at the bottom in handprint read, ‘for the one and oni, come by soon,’ signed with your initials, with both a heart and a smiley face next to it.

the young lady scoffed at the paper with a small smile not visible due to her mask, “the luck of this idiot.”

you watched shinobu carry itto away and thought about everything that happened today. you would’ve thought the heat would make your memory more foggy to what happened today but it was only the opposite, instead making it crystal clear.

maybe summer isn’t so bad after all.

glass bottle message -> as i said above, this one was written for one of my best friends aka kat aka @lovely-josuke i love you stink get better soon 💕🕊️ i hope you enjoyed it and to all my itto lovers out there! part 2 soon i promise also i swear ill work on jojo hs days

also the fact i had to rewrite the whole thing because google docs didn’t save it 😔💔 regardless i love how this turned out hehe

requests are open, but please check the rules :)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #itto arataki x reader #arataki x reader #arataki itto x you #itto x you #itto fluff #arataki itto #arataki #itto #itto arataki #yoimiya #shinobu #kuki shinobu #arataki gang

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strawberrymoon-cocoa · 11 months

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Hello, I'm Mona! This year is my tenth year of being Champion, as well as "stand in" Chairwoman, of The Alolan League.

This is my personal blog and any opinions expressed do not represent The Alolan Pokèmon League as a whole.

I am very interested in learning about other realities and investigating Ultra Wormholes. If you have any information on either of these, or if you yourself are from another reality, please contact me!

FAQ can be found here. If you have any questions you think should be on it, please send me an ask about it(^_^)

Ooc from here! This is an AU version of Selene, specifically moon🌑 protag ten years in the future! Different name is to differentiate but still keep the moon theme

Ooc posts will be written in pink

The FAQ will be made up of questions to add context to stuff, but also if people think there's something I should add please tell me I am stupid.

Pfp is drawn by me

My main is @ririthu where I reblog a loooot of stuff and sometimes post art.

I also run @tapu-cocoa-addict which is. Regular age Selene but headcanon based kinda. Technically the past version of this blog so sometimes things that happen there affect this blog cause it’s funny.

And @ub-heaven-or-hell an oc blog about a girl who takes care of Ultra Beasts for the Aether Foundation.

Questions to and about her are highly encouraged!! I do genuinely want to explore her as a character,,, this is both an ask blog and rp blog tbh

^ references. Dyes hair and uses colored contacts a lot, but natural hair and eye color is same as Selene. She deffo looks more serious than she is. I draw her kinda Asian cause in this canon, her mom is Kantonian and her dad is Galarian,, they only lived in Kanto until she n her mom moved to Alola and her dad moved back to Galar. Family dynamic I kinda wanna explore... ask her about it 👍

Some of her pokémon(NOT JUST main team):

Pua, male Decidueye

Maiuu, Lunala

Anu, female Ninetales

Ika, male Bewear

Pulu, male Dusk Lycanroc

Huna, female Mimikyu

Nani Loa, Male (mega) Gardevoir

Weli, Female Kommo-O

Blossom, Female Sakura Dartrix

Has more pokémon but these are the ones she takes the most with her

Muse info:

Mona, she/her, 21 years old

Basically an AU version of what I think Selene(SM protag) would end up as in the future. Yes I have two Selene blogs don’t worry about it :)

Poor eyesight loser

Doesn’t specialize in any one pokémon type, but her favorites are grass, ghost, psychic and fairy

In official events(i.e challengers battling her, other public matches, interviews, etc) she acts professional and stoic, while in her personal life she’s moreso calm, outspoken and nice. Like a gap moe 👍

Among other stuff, she really likes cute things

Changes her look regularly. Outfits, colored contacts, hair color… yk like in the game :)

Still has the blank smile but only in interviews lol

She’s not a researcher of any kind, but because of her experiences with Ultra Wormholes she’s picked up a special interest in other worlds and alternate realities. Please talk to her about it lol

Also come to realise how crazy her life was and continues to be

Generally a bit of a geek I think. Loves caring for pokémon, loves the “Animals” games, that kinda stuff.. also enjoys listening to music like any sane person

Has in more recent years realised that her experiences are not universal and that most normal people don’t know what a Wormhole does lol

There's still traces of that little gremlin in there if you can push the right buttons. She's just a bit more mature

#pkmn irl #pinned post #pokemon irl

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nagamas · 1 year

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Note to myself: Remember to log out

Fic by Anonymous for @slotumn A/N: Hello my dear friend, I wish you a happy new year and hope that all your wishes come true and that you can achieve all your goals.

“Note to myself: Remember to log out”

By: Anonymous

-Like … Retweet … Block… Hahahaha… Really?...Like… Follow… -Claude, a photographer student, was enjoying Twitter, looking and reacting to different posts while traveling in the subway.

-Are you serious @GoldenD3er?" some random person answered about a joke he would do to his worst enemy. -"Of course @Ashen_Demon, that's one of many of ideas in my head. Nice nickname by the way"

--Next stop: Riegan Av. --- announced a voice in the megaphone

-Oh, so soon? - he asked himself while keeping the phone. Once in the street, Claude stretches his legs, enjoying the view of a calm city in the evening, but the travel wasn't over, he opened again his phone and asked for an Uber, there were buses that could take him home, but there was something important to do and little time to do it.

Once in the car and in the privacy of the back seat, he pulled out again his phone, logged out of twitter and entered again, this time with another account: Username: @Fallen_Star.

It was a special account where he follow profiles a bit more… spicy. For example, artist drawing fictional characters with less clothes than the original designs, people posting links to mature fanfiction of famous books and movies, and his favorites, people showing their photos in daring postures and outfits.

There was something alluring, seeing people without embarrassment or doubts, showing them to the world just how they like without worries, in poses and clothes that made his imagination run wild, it always aroused him without fail, sometimes even more than her girlfriend.

Some months ago, somehow he won a Christmas raffle of a famous woman , the prize a “Sexy Christmas pack”, including the most basic stuff but the most funny for him was normal black underpants with just a little image of a deer, as a reference to Santa’s sleigh, but it didn’t had any christmas decoration or figure on it. “It was the only thing I could get in time” was the answer thought a direct message while thanking her for the gift. “And tell me, could we see you using that?” she asked “If you want I could share it in my account, you know I’m a big star here babe, one retweet from me and you’ll be really famous ;)”

The idea resounded in his head for the next days, could he really became as famous as one of the many account he follows? He considered himself handsome, and constant exercise in the university gym made his body well formed, but could he endure to show his face and exposed body to the wotrld? … “Well maybe not the face…”

“Hello babes! @Opera_Mittelfrank announcing a new guy in the comunity. He’s a little shy and avoid showing his face, but I’m sure his body would be enough to Follow him, now give all your love to the one and only @Fallen_Star!”

It was amazing how the internet works, one day you are a no one, then a bit of luck occurs with a raffle, you publish a photo of yourself with a simple deer mask and an underpants with a little deer, and the next day you have more than 1k followers asking for more.

At first the photos were only aimed to his torso, but with every new entry and upload his shyness began to fade, leading to more spicy photos highlighting more private zones.

Using his photograph knowledge thanks to his classes and having a wide apartment made easier to create unique scenarios and fresh material, keeping him busy and especially fun.

Once in the apartment, he immediately changed for that day session, the classic deer’s underpants combined this time with birthday’s accessories.

-Some photos later-

“Al right, let’s see – he said out loud checking the material in his laptop – We’ll use these ones, the birthday hat seems nice right in my… and the color it also alright, a bit blurry but it will work. Now, let’s write the special message…”

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, showing the new notification, the bus was almost empty and there was no one close to see her screen, so no need to wait. She was hoping for that special announcement since weekend, “please be good, please be good” she thought before reading.

“Hello my dear followers, @Fallen_star here giving you my last work, thanking you all for your support in my first year in this awesome platform. As a token of my love, I’ll follow my teacher example and give you a raffle. The price, a pair of photos wearing whatever you want. See the rules below. See you later and good luck, Date limit…”

“Oh come on, I never won anything in this raffles” she grunted… while giving a like and a retweet to participate. “Oh, I’m almost there” she realized while recognizing the scenery. Lysithea stood up ready to descend in the next stop.

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“Wow, only 5 minutes and the participants are almost at 200” Claude was surprised seeing so much people interested in his body, it also make him proud and a bit excited… fortunately that could be solved. Once changed to his normal clothes, putting everything in place in the dark room and double checking to don’t leave anything compromising outside, he closed the room and went to the kitchen.

“Some cheese, the wine is already there, she will bring the bread and …

Toc, toc, toc.

A sound at the door interrupted his work, a smile appearing in his face.

“It’s open! – he shouted – I’ll see you in the living room, also pick the movie”

“Claude?!, I swear someday something bad will really happen if you are so careless!” his girlfriend answered back a bit annoyed, “how do you know it was me an not some thief?”

“Well you see- he walked to living room with the food in some porcelain dishes – you are so small that your footsteps make no sound, so when suddenly someone knock the door without me hearing steps in the hall, I know it’s… ouch!”

Lysithea didn’t hold back and tossed him a pillow from the couch, that landed cleanly in his face.

“You’ll make me spill the food – Claude warned her while keeping the balance.

“You know I hate your jokes about my… my…. you already know!” she shouted back, visible angry and giving him the back.

Claude sighed, he still didn’t know how she falled in love with her considering his explosive nature, he left the food on a near table and slowly approached her.

“Oh come on sweet pie, you know I’m joking. Besides, you didn’t comply last night when, thanks to your stature, we could try that new position you saw in…”

-She turned back once again but with great embarrassment, her face was so red and her body trembling without control: “Shut up, I knew I shouldn’t have tell you about that”

“But it was really fun- he teased back – at least you seem to enjoy it more than…”

Another pillow flew but he avoided this time, making fun of her was a treasure but it was time to stop.

“Ok ok, I’ll shut up, besides I don’t want to ruin my turn tonigh, you remember today is…”

“Yeah yeah I know – she answered a bit more composed but still flustered – the clothes are already in my bag” she get embarrassed again, thinking what would be using later that night.

“Perfect – he said getting even closer, gently picking her chin to look her directly in those pink eyes- you know I love you right?”

“Yes, you dummy” she said while closing the gap among them to share the first kiss of the afternoon.

“Now stop being a bully and let’s watch the movie, my friend Cyrid recommend…”

-Are you still watching? – the text in the tv asked to no one since both of them left to the dorm room more than one hour ago.

-The next day-

“See you later honey, gotta go early today”

“Yeah, take care…” Claude answered still sleepy “don’t forget to…” he heard an specific sound.

“Sweet pie?”

“Yes?” she asked a bit nervous

“Are you trying to open the dark room”

“Maybe..”

Sigh “You know that…”

“Yes yes, important photos could be damaged if I open it harshly, come on!, at let me see the room at least once! I want to know how it looks” she argued back.

“Someday I promise, but not today, now go or you’ll miss the bus”

Some minutes later he heard the door closing, he left some minutes pass and stood up, heading to the dark room and getting everything ready to some quick shoots before going to school.

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, announcing than @Fallen_star uploaded just now another photo.

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-2 weeks later-

“It sounded funny, but it was a real mess” Claude tought while taking the third shower in less that half hour, the winner of his raffle had a very specific request as her prize “I want your first photos, but being covered in oil”

“Wow! Just wow!, you went all in my dear @Spellcaster_luna! To ask for such a sexy thing” he said to the winner by private message

“You said the winner could ask for anything, are you retracting now?”

“Never, I’m sure it’s going to be a mess but also seem pretty funny, I’ll sent it once they are done, if you want to share them to everyone is up to you…”

He missed one day to school just to have enough time to take the photos and clean it all without Lysithea noticing, “I hope you like them ;)” he said trough the app while sending the material.

“Now, I have till noon to myself, maybe some videogames or reading…”

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“Miss Gloucester, is everything ok?” The professor Hannenman asked to the young girl after hearing her yelping in her place.

“No, no, no – she said extremely embarrassed and flustered – I mean, yes, everything is… no, sorry professor but – he packed all her things and stood to get out the classroom – I must go, sorry for interrumpting you”

Everyone in the room get confused, she was well knowed for his good behavior and seriousness.

--Your Uber is almost there –

The phone showed, she was waiting outside the university trying to control herself, “Damn it damn it, he looks so hot! “ it was everything in her mind, seeing the photos that the Fallen Star sent her really affected her. She loved Claude above everything, and she felt a bit guilty asking for such things in twitter, but it was a price she never expected to get and technically it wasn´t cheating, she just like to see those profiles to get ideas and add more excitement to her relationship.

-Your Uber just arrived-

A red car parked near, she get inside and said to the driver.

“Thanks, I’m sorry but I don´t want to talk during the trip, please try to get as fast as possible to the destiny” – the driver, named Alois, get sad because he alwys liked to tell jokes to the passengers, but he respected her desires.

All that excitement had to get out somehow, she had an special underwear hidden in the apartment, for an special day, and today was that day. But she needed to set the mood in the bedroom for that, “with Claude outside I have enough time” she thought while seeing the photos again. Her excitement increased once again.

She stormed in the apartment using for the first time her spare key, all her plans halted after seeing Claude standing in the hallway just wearing a towel, “Lysithea! – he shouted with surprise – what are you…” he got interrumpted after being tackled and shutted down with a passionate kiss.

It felt really different, something wild was inside her girlfriend and really wanted to get out.

“Shut up, I want to make something more special but it will do – she kissed him again – come to bedroom, let’s try something new – she grabbed his hand and guided him – also… do you know how to use oil during…

They laid exhausted hugging each other in the bed

Claude was really surprised, he didn’t’ know she could be so passionate and wild, also it was weird to get covered in oil twice in a day.

Lysithea on the other side felt fulfilled and happy, she grabbed her phone when his companion stood up and, without thinking, texted back to Fallen_star to thanks him for the gift.

“Thanks a lot <3 “ a simple yet sincere message.

At the same time Claude ‘s phone ringed.

“Weird – she thought – my love, you cell just ringed – she said out loud since Claude had left for the bathroom

“I’m sure it’s a friend from the school , text him back please”

“Ok – she answered while picking it – oh wait, it’s a twitter message, it’s from someone named Spell…

Claude almost shoot down the door of the bath , the sudden arrival of her and the subsequent events make him forgot to log out, in that moment he felt the true terror.

“Honey, please… I can explain it… you see…”

She stood there without know what to do, a lot of things need to be processed, but she only grabbed her phone and show it to him.

“What is… are those my… YOU ARE?!...”

-The next weekend-

“Are you sure… what if they don´t like me?”

“Are you insane! You are gorgeous, the world must know you, only if you want of course”

In the ex dark room, now reconstructed as a mini photo studio, Lysithea stood there wearing a cat mask and black underwear that matched perfectly with the white piece Claude was wearing.

“Fine… I still don´t know how you convinced me” she hugged and kissed him in the cheek “but are you sure you don´t want to continue in your main account”

“No, I did it to get more excitement in my life… but having you is way more excitement than I could handle, and we can close this account whenever we want and just enjoy ourselves” he kissed her back and pet her head.

“Now, last chance, are you ready?”

She nodded and without warning she clicked in the computer.

“Hello my dear followers, today is the day that this account will be closed, Don’t be sad since we’ll be migrating to @Verdant_wind (special prize to the one that guess why we choose that name) and I say “we” because also today I’m presenting you to someone very special to me and that would be companying me in this new era. Say hi to @Swe3tCat and give her all your support <3 “

In the tweet, also appeared a photo of a couple, the well knowed Fallen_star next to a beautiful girl, with a skin as white as the snow in some gorgeous black attire, but the most important thing, they seemed extremely happy and in love.

#Nagamas 2022 #anonymous #slotumn #fanfic #claude #lysithea #nagamas

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