#sorry i'm notorious for my long answers lol
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Hi! Really love your stories they always scratch my brain (*≧∀≦*)❤️, so I got an idea and wanted to ask what you think about it
I got this question with Sunday on the minigame/event (idk what to call it lol)
"Just as you're about to pull a dusty hard-leatherback book, you hear a gentle whisper within earshot, "Averoy Rosewood's works are notorious for their obscurity," the Oak Family Head Sunday faintly smiles at you. "Perhaps you need more elaboration."
(I couldn't put the image since anon asks don't allow me to put images😮💨, but it's from a Board Encounter in Cosmodyssey)
and when I read it my brain immediately went WHAT IF SUNDAY FILLS THE READER WITH A VIBRATOR ON THE LIBRARY, and him just watching in amusement as he talks about books and asking her questions about them while he plays with the levels of vibrations with a control on his hands and she just struggles to make sentences, so he goes and asks "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" To tease her and remind that she's in a public space and can't make much noise unless she wants everyone to know about what they're doing.
Hmm... I wrote this about Sunday, but I feel like maybe it could be about Jing Yuan or Aventurine 🤔, anyways sorry if it sounds weird my brain sometimes goes into unga bonga mode when I think about these men.
Sincerely,
An unhinged anon.
Thank you for telling me. I experienced this event and read the content of Sunday helping us in the library!! Wrote a little bit, I hope you like it 💗🫶
cw: yandere, non-con, abuse of power, abuse of credit, vibrator, harassment
How about you being the librarian at The Family Library? A nerdy librarian. The Family claims that this is a library open to everyone to read and borrow, covering a variety of books and hologram collections.
Sunday, the leader of the Oak Family noticed you. He can accurately talk to you about your interests, hobbies and ideals, and encourage you…but one thing is that you are not religious enough in your belief in harmony. You are too withdrawn…and cannot integrate into The Family. Sing hymns, participate in activities, and protect The Family, others can do it, but what can you do? He cannot allow you to continue in this position under these circumstances. You panicked, grabbing his sleeves and pleading with him through tears. "W-what, I really believe Lord Xipe…I need this job badly! Please Mr. Sunday…"
He offered a plan. He used his gloves to push a delicate small box in front of you. You must put two vibrators in your underwear while on duty to test your professional abilities. If you can tolerate sinful sexual pleasure, you qualify for this position.
"But… Mr. Sunday, can I-can I take a break?"
"Of course. I'm not here to torture you. This is for your and everyone's happiness and harmony, I hope you understand." His words ignited the hope in your heart. "You have 2 hours a day to take them down. Allocate your own time. After get off work, you head to my office and I will check on your progress. You must do this every working day."
"Check?" Your heart sank into the starry sky and was crushed. "Okay. Mr. Sunday..."
These two vibrators… are pearl white and have an angel wings pattern on them. It's silent, but it delivers a surge of pleasure to your private parts, sometimes fast and sometimes slow down. It's not much better when it's slow - it's a long, quiet torture that gives you no relief. You kept your legs still and sorted your books and documents, your underwear getting wet. Every half minute, you check like a hawk to see if you have wet your clothes, fearing that it has become a joke in the eyes of others…
He occasionally wanders into the library to check on your work and ask you to recommend books in a certain category or answer questions about the collection.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Sunday approached you with caring eyes and ruthlessly pushed the controller frequency to the highest level. You lowered your head, holding back tears, your legs trembling. "I-I'm fine. Mr. Sunday. Thank you for your concern."
This kind-hearted gentleman and leader offers to take you to another secluded corner of the library to rest. On the road, Sunday dials down the vibration frequency and doesn't crank it up until you get to the corner. The intense ecstasy immediately hits you to the extreme and stimulates your nerves. You endured your moans, trembling in Sunday's arms as you reached orgasm. His hands caressed your hair like a lovable pet. He commented that your ability to endure needs to be improved.
After you get off work, Sunday asks you to take off all your clothes in the office and fold them on the table. He uses white gloves to inspect and rub your private parts, circling them with his thumb. In the watery light, those fingers slowly inserted between your legs and twitched. He clicked his tongue in disappointment when he realized that his fingers were already wet enough to slide into the inner walls before being inserted. "Not religious enough, are you? What are you thinking about? You're letting pleasure take over your body."
"...I'm sorry!! Mr. Sunday, Please give me a chance…" you begged with a sob, then cummed hard at his disappointed sigh.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#sunday x reader#yandere honkai star rail#honkai star rail x you#yandere hsr#yandere hsr x reader#honkai x reader
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Boy Next Door
matt stone x fem reader
i'm back. mabel finish a fic before starting a new one challenge
i don't want to write Y/N anymore so for now i will use [name] as a filler LOL is that even worse? this was one of the first ideas i ever had and i'm sure its widely overused on here but i really loved writing this. will probably turn it into a series lol we'll see but at least one or two more parts to come xx
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The removal of the sold sign and the influx of moving vans this past week was a dead give away that I now had a new neighbour. I seriously prayed for someone cool to move in, as I have an almost certain suspicion that the previous owners were drug dealers. I hadn't actually seen them yet and I wasn't planning on going over and introducing myself as my neighbourhood was notorious for keeping to itself. Unless you count that awkward wave you give to the person across the street when you're taking out your bins at the same time. It was a quiet place, all the more reason to love it. We were all living in synchronous harmony in our quiet, private little bubbles.
I had a routine of hitting the hay around 9:30pm, 10pm on a bad night, which in itself was a luxury. Tonight, I'd already set myself up. Fed the dog, fed myself, showered, watched a bit of telly, then got cosy in bed around 9pm. I turned off my TV, and that's when I noticed the repetitious bumping of heavy bass brought to life by the speakers next door. It's okay, I told myself, closing my eyes and trying block out the sound best I could. Is it getting louder? I suspected I may be paranoid or hyper focused on the sound because I have work at 6am. I ended up dozing off, thankfully.
Then the next thing I knew, I was being awoken by a loud smash of glass, and an even louder, "aw, come on, man! You're paying for that!"
I couldn't have been imagining it, because now instead of a steady thump of bass, I could now hear loud and clear the lyrics to MAAD City by Kendrick Lamar as if he were performing a live concert in my bedroom. I rolled over to check my phone. 11:45pm. That's it.
I - a bit dramatically, I must admit - threw my blankets off and threw on my dressing gown, storming out my front door in my stupid bunny head slippers. Despite the great choice of music, I was absolutely furious, the bass bumping so hard as I approached the door, I could feel it in my chest. I knocked on the door so hard my knuckles stung. No answer. I waited a moment, then proceeded to bash on the door with all my might. A few moments later, my hands on my hips and a scowl on my face that screamed, 'I don't care if you think I'm lame, you've royally pissed me off,' the door opened.
A man with kind of short, kind of long, curly brown hair stood before me with ugly oval rimmed glasses, an aquiline nose, and a bottle of beer in his hand. "...hello?" The look on his face almost read, do I know you?
"Hello. I live next door," I huffed, arms now tightly crossed over my chest. Don't get angry, compose yourself. "It's almost midnight on a Sunday. Could you please... tone it down a bit?"
“Oh absolutely, sorry, miss…?”
“[Name]”
"Well, nice to meet you," he reached his hand out to shake mine, which I begrudgingly accepted, a little gap in his teeth on display. "I'll turn it down right now." He pulled out his phone and showed me him pressing the volume down button repeatedly, the music complying.
"Thank you." I wasn't interested in chatting, instead I stormed back into my house with an emphatic sigh, slamming the door behind me. I shucked off my gown and climbed back into bed, grateful that now I'd hopefully get an okay sleep.
Nope.
Less than ten minutes later, the music is cranked back up and now theres a ball repeatedly hitting my fence. "For God's sake," I yelled to nobody, charging for the neighbours house barefooted.
I was so angry at this point, I didn't even care that I was in skimpy little Victoria's Secret pyjamas I'd owned since high school.
As I shamelessly bashed on his door, I tried to block out the little voice in my head that pleaded, just let it go, and, your actions have consequences. Absolutely livid, I waited, and waited. My fist inches away from punching a hole through the door, it opened once more.
The same curly headed man from earlier, this time more noticeably inebriated. Or high. Please, for the love of God, just be an occasional user and not a dealer. “Well, what a pleasant surprise! Decided to come party?”
“No, I did not come to party!” I snapped, my anger seemingly unleashing itself in the form of a foot stomp, similarly to how a spoilt 5 year old would. “I want you to have some respect and turn this shit down! Or better yet, off!”
One of his friends appeared in the doorway, eyes half lidded and probably the same shade of red as my face currently. "That's not party attire," he snorted, being pulled away by someone in a... Spiderman costume? What kind of party is this?
I sighed deeply, pinching the upper bridge of my nose with eyes screwed shut as tightly as my fist. I was on the verge of tears, and I think he noticed by the way he quickly dropped his act.
“Okay, okay. I'm turning it off right now.” He must've realised how much of an inconsiderate dick he was being. He reached into his pocket and turned off the music, sighing down at me. I heard a few short lived groans from the other side of the door. An annoyed, “duuuude that was my song,” before the drunken chatter quickly resumed.
“Thanks,” I muttered, yawning into my hand (for dramatic effect, of course).
“Matt, bring the lady in,” one guy slurred against the door frame as if I wasn't even there. “Wanna play basketball with her,” he professed, before stumbling back into the house.
“Oh, yeah, if that ball hits my fence one more time I'll tear it down and beat you with the wood.” I walked away after this, feeling quite proud of myself, actually. We should normalise occasional temper tantrums in adults.
Thankfully, the music remained off as I got back in bed, almost immediately drifting off.
BANG. Then that fucking ball hit my fence again, followed by followed by my new neighbour scolding someone indistinguishably. Then, in a slightly louder voice intended for my ears, “sorry, [name].”
Due to my disrupted sleep last night, I nearly slept in. I confess, I am a bit of a princess with my sleep. I spent my morning racing around like a headless chicken, spilling coffee all over my white blouse, having to change, which pushed me back another minute. I rushed out to my car, only to find, to my demise, I've been blocked in. Some random vehicle, probably belonging to one of the degenerates next door, hanging 3/4 over my driveway.
Almost with a feeling synonymous with deja-vu, I flounced to the neighbours', determined to fuck his shit up, to put it plainly. I pounded on the door impatiently with both fists, tapping my foot while I waited. A random man clad in a t-shirt depicting a stick figure humping the word 'IT' answered the door.
“Excuse me, who’s car is this?” I pointed to the car blocking my driveway, eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Fuck, dude, I was sleeping,” he groaned, and I didn't even try and hide my eye roll. Karma, I thought. “I don’t know,” he rubbed his eyes like a child, thinning my already impossibly thin patience.
“Where is Matt?”
“Probably sleeping, man, it’s like, barely even morning yet.”
I was painfully close to losing my temper. To avoid combusting on the spot, I sighed and pushed past the potentially still drunk guest. Or maybe other new neighbour. I sure hope not.
I scrunched my nose up at the state of his place - beer bottles strewn everywhere, the stale smell of cigarettes and weed clinging to the furniture, guests were passed out in each corner of the living room. I hugged my handbag close to me and stepped over the scattered limbs like a contortionist dodging laser beams, adamant on disrupting Matt's slumber like he had mine. I navigated his long hallway, pushing open every door, scoffing at the half naked bloke with two naked women clinging to either side of him. I near shuddered in disgust, wanting nothing more than to disinfect my entire body after being in the war zone of his house. Maybe I was only being so judgemental because I was irrevocably angry. Maybe.
I eventually found his room, which to my surprise, was almost compulsively clean and ordered with Patrick Bateman level precision. I stood before his bed with folded arms and wondered to myself if maybe he'd think I had some kind of bone disfigurement that kept my arms bent across me. I quickly relaxed them at my side.
"Matt," I spoke sternly. He didn't even stir. I bent down close to his face, raising my voice this time. "Matt."
Finally, his eyes flung open and he jumped, clamping a hand over his chest as if to stop it from bursting through his skin. “Fuck!” he panted softly. I rolled my eyes at him as he caught his breath and pulled away. As if deliberately oblivious, he stretched and spoke halfway through a groan, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Who’s car is parked over my driveway?”
“I have no clue,” he breathed as he smooshed his face into his pillow, voice still thick and croaky with sleep. His hair was unruly, but his glasses were neatly folded on his bedside table beside a glass of water and a packet of Advil.
“I’m going to be late for work,” I exclaimed as calmly as possible, though I was on the verge of a tantrum. I was oddly self conscious that he'd only seen me furious. “Whoever it belongs to, it needs to be moved. Like, five minutes ago.”
“Alright,” he sighed, groggily pushing the blanket from his body and sliding his glasses on, only clad in pyjama pants with m&m’s printed all over them.
He lead me through the dormant chaos of his house, even scrunching up his face from the mess. Or maybe the smell. He pushed a blind to the side and glanced out onto the street, seeing the culprit; a silver Mitsubishi Lancer. He then walked over to the supposed owner, kicking him softly in the side where he was laying on the floor. “Move your car, dude.”
The man just groaned and patted his jean pocket, face smushed into the little couch cushion beneath him, weakly handing the keys to Matt. He just rolled his eyes and trudged out the front, and I followed close enough behind that I almost nicked his heels with every step.
He clambered into the drivers seat with the air of a zombie, pulling the car onto the side of the road. I wasted no time getting into my car, reversing out of the driveway and rolling down my window, pulling up beside him. “Thank you,” I smiled with genuine appreciation, watching him run a hand through his hair in my rear view as I drove away.
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I know you don't usually weigh in on non-canon content, but I've seen a lot of people say 236 was a bad ending, or like gege joked, that things are moving too fast or he's missed a chapter (or 20, I'm personally annoyed that we jumped from Nov to Dec 24, I know gege wants the manga to end for some reason, but those three weeks of training/preparation would have been a great time to let us get re-invested in the student characters since the culling game arc felt like it was missing so much)
Do you have any feeling for what could have been a better way to end things, if indeed things are ended, for Gojou Satoru? Or do you agree that things have been moving too fast?
Sorry for this and please feel free not to answer if this is not the kind of question you want to entertain, I am just curious if you have an opinion you're willing to share since I feel you have a very good grasp of the jjk's plot and themes! I trained as a literature major, so my interest is always in whether character consistency is maintained and what a story is saying and whether that message is carried successfully or not and what that might mean for us as readers. I'm personally still on the fence about this particular twist because I'm trying to withhold judgement of the piece until we actually see it as a whole, but I am starting to feel that the narrative started to unravel a bit after Shibuya, like somehow we didn't see a lot of the characters to their full potential (like Nobara T.T my baby Nobara). Maybe this is just part of gege's notorious fast pace.
Some of this I believe is due to JJK's titular meaning of the issue of curses and what they represent being an "endless battle" but there's only so many times one can show hopelessness and loss I think before it becomes almost redundant. We actually haven't seen that many on-screen sorcerer deaths, but somehow it's been two of the most popular adult characters so far, and only direct mentors, which is a frequent trope of the hero's journey in western literature. I think that even though I really wish it hadn't happened, Nanami's ending made a lot of sense. Power-wise, Gojo's current death also makes sense, and he's not the kind of character who instantly changes his mind or learns something in his heart from a single experience, but I think it feels somewhat frustrating from my point of view because despite the bodhisattva imagery, he had more to learn as a living person, rather than continuing to believe he was like a flower and maybe no one had the right to ask him to understand. I don't know, it's just a bit frustrating for me because I think it feels character consistent (which I think gege tends to be pretty good at) but somehow incomplete too.
Again my apologies for the long ask, you're always the one I wish I could sit down and have a conversation about these things with!
-raindrop anon
Hi, raindrop anon,. Good to see you again.
First of all, I don't really think Gojou's death is particularly bad, but yeah, as you said, there might be something leaves to be desired in the plot - if jjk is a traditional shonen manga, that is. But jjk is different, which is also the reason for its popularity. I feel that jjk storytelling has always been fast-paced, and one thing that Akutami-sensei does really well is to stick to the main points that he wants to tell with his manga. The last time we have a non-serious non-battle chapter was probably chapter 64 lol - but at the same time, this also shows how jjk departs from the traditional shonen jump manga custom where the mangaka tends to drag the story to make the manga runs longer. Gege on the other hand, seems adamant to want to end the story sooner than later (if his last estimation is to be believed, only a few months left for jjk).
I don't actually have a strong feeling of how gege should end thing with Gojou, but it's been a habit of him to get to the.. shocking side of things; we see this with Gojou getting sealed back in Shibuya. Nanami's death. Then we see the Culling game, and Tengen getting killed. And lastly for Gojou to die. The longstanding status quo is going to be changed eventually. And the next one with status quo is already targeted; Sukuna himself.
As I follow this manga, "things moving too fast" has always been the opinion I saw a lot discussed here in my askbox for many, many developments in the manga. And this is more of a personal preference, but I actually like the fast-get-to-the-point-storytelling that Gege uses with jjk, exactly because how it breaks away from traditional jump manga. I feel that this fast pace is just how gege do his storytelling since the beginning lol
tldr is all I can say is jjk has always been different and fast-paced, gege is unpredictable, and I'm in the opinion that Gojou's death does make sense, unfortunately :')
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Thank you so much for tagging me @matchalovertrait! 🤗💗
Sorry it took me so long to answer!
Sorry as well for picking such oldies but they're the ones you can find in my playlists, and also what I know the most. 😋
A - A Little Respect by Erasure
N - Notorious by Duran Duran
A - A Matter of Trust by Billy Joel
M - Manic Monday by The Bangles
O - Our House by Madness
O - Overkill by Men at Work
N - Nothing's Gonna Stop us Now - Starship
6 - Six Days (Remix) by DJ Shadow
3 - 3 by Britney Spears.
Advice: Don't add numbers to your URL guys, you will struggle to find song titles with those, lol!😅
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hey, i often see you talk about dreamtale and i've got a question that's been on my mind for literal years. i know you're not the original creator and i've gathered you have your own version of the AU, but i konda just want to hear your thoughts on this because i'm genuinely curious. please let me know if it's an inappropriate question or if you don't want to answer or you have answered it before that's completely okay and i'll totally understand.
so the question i've always had is, why does dreamtale have 2 sanses(?), as in, as far as i was aware (which i admit is not much, i haven't kept up a lot with UT or the AU community the last few years) there's dream sans and nightmare sans. my (possibly outdated) understanding of dreamtale is that it's an undertale AU focusing on the story of two brothers. and since in canon sans pretty notoriously already has a brother, i've always wondered the deal with making his brother another sans rather than papyrus.
i wonder if it was because of character dynamics, the thing the internet had for AU sanses when the original AU was created, or some other reason. i was just wondering, if you're up for it, you could just share your thoughts on it. the question has been on my mind again lately since i see your posts about dreamtale on my dash and i'd ask the original creator, but i've got them blocked and i can't really remember why since it was a long time ago, but i imagine it was probably for a good reason.
as I said before, i completely understand if you don't want to answer. this is just me being curious lol. thank you!
i've already talked abt it somewhat before but it's basically because joku just wanted eyes on dreamtale, really
if you look at dreamtale, it really basically has nothing to do with undertale except for the fact that dream and nightmare are sanses!
which is fine to have sanses be the focus, in my opinion, sans enjoyers get too much shit for that.
but yeah, i do think it could be done more in relation to undertale. but that really was never joku's focus
from the way they've acted for years, it's clear that they only made dream and nm sanses bc it gave them the most attention.
and it did because with how dog shit the writing is there's honestly no way it would've picked up if you asked me, even if chapter 1 has a lot of potential in my eyes :p
sorry to disappoint if i sound very straightforward about it! i just know that joku is...joku, you know. it's all because of very joku reasons lolz
#but also ive come to accept that im okay with the twins being both sanses#because idk. idk actually. i think ive gotten so used to it that ive preferred it and anything else jars me unless its written REALLY well.#(still haven't found an interpretation that resonates or satisfies me yet! idk maybe one day. for now i'll write my own stuff)#Anonymous
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super late but im finally answering some asks~
tw / tags: heavy heavy beastfolk lore/worldbuilding talk, momster talks too fucking much, sex work, long post, beastfolk / beastfolks
characters mentioned: cerelos, brief mention of revius, red, implied mentions of papa bull and duke
When are you going to post? (I apologize if this sounds rude,I'm really curious but that isn't an excuse🙁)
—anonymous
ahhh, nah you're good. sorry, writer's block was notoriously bad the past few months, with me not being happy with anything i produced :\ i always thought of yall and this blog of mine though! i wanted to give you my best, than my worst if i could. yall are too sweet for me to halfass anything tbh.
just rest assured that i am still around, just slow as a snail 😭
(also, life. stressing about adulthood as usual.)
Does Cerelos shed his horns? Like bucks and moose do?🫎🦌
—anonymous
hmmm, yes in his youth. but when he got older and became more experienced with his magic, he probably made his crowned horns permanent. i don't believe he really enjoyed the awful burning, itching sensations that came with shedding (and yuck, imagine how bloody the velvet would be on anyone's head!) and he'd consider himself to look very undignified without his majestic antlers before his people. he's arrogant and strict about keeping his appearance on point in front of everyone that isn't his darling.
shedding also applies to those with just one horn as well (revius), not strictly just those with antlers.
tbf the equestrians would consider the first shedding the rite of passage and would encourage more sheds as they gets older, to better develop their growth and magic in general, before they'd seek ways to permanently stop the shedding. i kinda imagine that constantly growing new horns would take a lot of calcium, proteins, and other nutrients that it's not advised to keep shedding when they are no longer young adults as well.
hope this answered!
rest is under the cut due to the length and implied adult subjects.
IK this is kinda whack for me to say…but I was watching Spirited Away by Ghibili and there was a few brief scenes where they show how busy the bathhouse is. And I’m in were the cute giant duckies 🐥 and I wanted to clean brush and cuddle em so bad that it strangely reminded me of your beastverse 🙈
So like does that exist where humans are allowed to work in bath houses and wash up beadtfolk? 🧼🧽🧴🫧 And not in even a sexual undertone though I assume some businesses do offer additional services just like irl. Idk I just kinda wanna bathe brush and cuddle super fluffy animals if they’d permit me 🙈
This is how I find my future hubby or something if I lived in your world. I’m such a degenerate 🫡
—anonymous
well, while there are brothels, there are also salons where the beastfolks employ humans for their smaller (and less dangerous) hands to better groom the clients. funny that you mentioned that lol because i thought about the salon ages ago but i just never found any room to talk about it in general until now.
but anyway, most of them are, or were in history, just fronts for "special services" in the midst of the then-super conservative towns fresh after the post-zoo breakout eras where both beastfolks and humans were struggling to learn to live among each other unharmed.
the brothels back then that featured both human and beastfolks employees were often made 'illegal'—especially since any sort of intimate relations were looked at negatively. this is the era where the possibility of humans bearing/providing full beastfolk was being "discovered", still, while being scoffed at. by being discovered, i mean both sides would soon realize it's not a talltale passed down by their ancestors and history books. so the 'salons' were the answer to that, offering special services catering to both sides.
that said, there were and are some genuine salons that provided only beauty services. probably commonly run by immigrants wanting to support their families and to help the parent (typically single mothers) in need, regardless of their species. i do imagine it would be pretty common to see very…strong-headed owners defending their employees from very unsavory clients too, since the salons back then would have an unfortunate correlation with those that provided sex services.
in short, the salons were essentially the massage parlors of our reality (the ones that featured 'special services', i mean). however, i considered massage parlors that featured both beastfolks and humans a bit…farfetched due to their strength differences that wouldn't work well for the other side (for example, a lioness would probably break a human's spine, while a human's attempt would be too weak for, say, a gorilla's). not to say that the massage parlors don't exist in the beastfolk au, because they do! but i don't believe having employees from both sides would be a common feature in the massage parlor, and i'm sure it's not uncommon to see them offering their own special services but it'd be limited to their own race/subspecies for the most parts.
so i decided that the salons would fit best and would probably be one of the common precursors to the idea that both humans and beastfolks can live in relative harmony. why? because the employees, and typically just the employees, as some employers are/were often…not good people in these special salons, commonly formed a tightknit bond for various reasons, typically stemming from the time spent together, since teamwork is often a necessary factor to groom a client (especially if the client is of much larger stature).
the salon was a great place to be to get some culture shock, tbh, back then, to see both sides working together to perfect a client's appearance to their satisfaction. as the years pass, i'm sure that the happy ending salon (terms are still pending, but i'm just stealing from the existing ones atm lol) would soon be outnumbered by actual licensed salons that provided no such services beyond beauty-related.
bathhouses are typically self-service in this au, so the attendants often kept discreet with their jobs while still respecting the privacy of their patrons. i imagine most of the beastfolks prefer their privacy (since some can be aggressive, more so when their families are there). if there are drinks and foods being delivered, the attendant would typically drop them off at the entryway and disappear.
meanwhile, the salons would have the employees on site, mingling and chattering with their clients.
in the modern era, the salon typically would hire just about anyone, those without an independent card included, and someone would often take it upon themselves to mentor the beginners. there are regulations that tried to make things harder for the owners, but well, those who experienced struggles and poverty in the past typically do not give a flying shit about the politics. this such culture tends to carry through countless individually-owned salons.
i can go on, really.
tbh, meeting your soulmate in the beauty salon is probably one of the most wholesome (and safe) ways you can get. security is practically in every corner, protective of one other and especially their little humans.
honestly, if you really want to, just ask your beastfolk spouse to take you to a bathhouse. the bathhouse often have a huge family culture and unlike our pitiful reality in the good ol' murica, the bathhouses are pretty much everywhere, though some do take a bit of drive. they never died out the way ours did in our history. some beastfolks are just too big to be comfortable relaxing in the bathtub in the common household bathrooms, so the demands for the bathhouses are still there in the au and would likely always be. and without a doubt, grooming is hugely embraced among the beastfolks, so they'd most definitely love it when their little human groom them (to the best to their ability, at least!).
i talked too much, so uhhh, i'll move on lol but hope this answered!! thanks for giving me the space to talk about the salons too <3
CURIOUS what do u think if a possible yandere wolf fish ORR ORR A LEMON SHARKKK i read somewhere they get possessive of divers they’re familiar wt
—anonymous
i think i've wrote something similar ages ago, but the species is some kind of an eel mermaid, obsessed with the diver. here's the link. and i do have my red boi, he was based on sandbar shark! his darling was some rando surfer he kidnapped to his cove though.
eel mermaid
red got a section of his own in my main masterlist, here.
idk if im up for another merman oc though lol and i'm still sorting out how things would go with the seafolk of my beastfolk au, when they are considered extremely dangerous even by the beastfolk's standard. but, wolf fish and lemon shark would be neat candidates to think about! though, wolf fish would be something straight out of a horror scifi and be a far more monstrous than the average beastfolk.
Thinking of being used by the bull beast folk at least once a week. It’s always sad when you can’t have something you want…
—anonymous
same 😔 alas we can only dream…
omg i talked too much. sorry. 😔 thanks for you patience tho;;
#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous#asked#answered#beastfolk au#beastfolks#beastfolk#worldbuilding#long post
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A little😬 personal message/love letter💌
Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕
I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜
I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.
I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.
The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏
And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌
Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜
I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹
If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!
And sorry for the wordiness😬
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I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.
It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤
The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅
I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.
I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖
Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.
🖤🖤🖤
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I want your writing administered into me intravenously. You nail fun, snappy dialogue and lines like a total pro but what hits me the hardest are lines like this.
"She's a cold front, but she laughs like a lightning strike. I feel like thunder, powerless to do anything but roll after her"
Like???? that's a crazy beautiful line how dare you! I want to hear every single thought that goes through your mind when you sit down to write. You're one of my favourite writers I've come across on here and I feel like I want to ask you a million questions about writing and how you developed your style. One ticket for the powder origin story please
uUuAUAUggghh you're SO SWEET THANK YOU
this honestly means so much to me because i notoriously peddle in the genre of Having a Laugh so when the emotional bits i write ALSO resonate that's a moment most pleasing to me in my career <333333
origin story?? oh my gosh WELL, i'm not a fic writer by trade, i used to write a lot of roleplay (hence the obsession with dialogue and original characters l o l) but i take direct and heinous influence from a lot of the art that i consume. like, top three characters that i go back to in terms of they talk good off the top of my head-- lorelai gilmore from gilmore girls, boyd crowder from justified, the drag queen katya zamolodchikova (who is... very much a real person but you get what i mean). every line a poem. every frame a painting. you know the vibes.
i'm a big fan of films from the pre-code era (1930s-40s, before the censorship heavy hays code was introduced) and that influences a lot of the way i write. i got into it from trying to studying that fast-paced way they talk in gilmore girls 8 million years ago and read that amy sherman palladino was matching the pace of like, screwball comedies and borscht belt comedians and that shit makes my brain fizz like an alka seltzer, i love it. things that are short should be punchy and things that are long-winded should have dedicated rhythm. steady like a train, sharp like a razor quoth reese witherspoon from walk the line. that's the GOAL anyway!
also movies from the 70s, 80s, 90s! i realize that this answer is becoming more and more a cacophonous yell of DAMN BUT I LOVE THAT DIALOGUE but damn! i love that dialogue! my thing about a lot of modern productions is they don't do dialogue like they used to and i wish they did! my dialogue style informs my narration so much (i think especially as regards eddie in hellfire & ice, when i write from his pov it's so different from lacy's).
thank you so much for asking this and sorry about how carried away i got LOL i love this shit i really. really love this shit
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helloo 😊 i love your blog! ❤️ and that fanfic about mafia/gang nana characters sounds sooo good! like instead of bands blast & trapnest are gangs? i'd love to read it one day hehe <3 i've loved your previous work and i'm sure this fic will be great!! <3
awww you are the sweetest 🥺 sorry for taking so long dfjgjfd i wrote this LONG ASS answer and then my computer froze. poof. THAT prolonged this very much lol
so mafia au is inspired by killshot from surveycorpsjeans (amazing if you wanna read tho please mind the tags and its bnha), i also got her permission.
its unfortunately became too long and i might never finish it so allow me to dump the story points:
trapnest and blast are two old gangs with bloody history. blast is passed onto Yasu by his adoptive father who has taken Ren and Yasu under his wing at a young age. They grow up together, who is going to take over is the biggest unknown for the longest time until the oldman declares it's Yasu before dying. Ren is fine with it, he never wanted to be a leader. Even if he is the most skilled hitman among them.
Trapnest is notorious with their cruelty, how they don't recognize or respect anyone's territory, they just invade them. This is Takumi's father's doing. After Trapnest is bestowed upon Takumi it changes a bit. They aren't as reckless, don't rely on sheer power but much more careful and strategical. For some years, gangs remain a state of truce.
Then it's broken when Trapnest tries to take over the businesses on Blast's area.
It comes back in double the force when Ren betrays Blast and joins them. No one understands how or why. Yasu doesn't stop his brother, doesn't go after Ren's blood. Nana on the hand is a completely different story.
Now she ranks second in the mob and her only goal is to obliterate Trapnest (and Ren along the way). Yasu, albeit calmer but he isn't a pushover, you try to invade his territory, you are going to suffer the consequences.
The biggest fight mobs have seen in years occurs. Trapnest and Blast puts everything on the line. It's bloody, it's unforgiving and ugly. Nana almost kills Ren, Yasu shoots at her gun, flying it out of her hand. They lose.
Fast forward to a couple years, BLAST licks their wounds and Nana comes up with a new plan. Nobu's woman Yuri tells them there is a stripper at the club whose regular customer is Takumi for years. It's weird that Takumi keeps coming back to the same place for years considering how much of an open target that makes him. This girl is so much more than a stripper and if Takumi has a weakness then Nana wants to use it.
Her plan is pretty simple, go to the club, pretend to be a customer and make the girl talk. She knows mafia men has this habit to give so many unnecessary info to their woman, you can see it clearly with Nobu and Asami. Girl can practically demolish the entire gang because Nobu babbles post orgasm.
Mai, intel of the mob finds that her name is Nana, she is a 25 year old who is working there since she was 19. She tells them there is another stripper; Shin, whose patron is Reira.
It's quickly decided that Nana will take the boy and Nobu the girl. They go to the club, 'Nocturnal'.
Kyosuke is the bouncer, Junko is the barmaid (hello Junko's room). They aren't very integral to the story I just want to tell you they are there. The club itself isn't very lavish. If there was an annual mafia convention, it wouldn't be held there for sure.
Nana looks around the room, pretty jaded, annoyed with loud music, then she sees her. Hachi is on top of the poll, rotating slowly upside down. She is wearing lace, baby doll pink, her platform boots are white. Nana thinks she looks like a princess rather than a stripper.
"Nobu, beat it." she says. "I am going to take the girl." Nobu isn't happy about it (he thought the girl was pretty too after all) but he resigns. Yasu takes Shin instead, not trusting Nobu to act interested enough to not to raise suspicion.
Nana requests Hachi to a private room. "Oh, Princess?" a man with long hair notes down. Princess. It's so cliche Nana can't help but roll her eyes but it suits the girl, she thinks.
Hachi arrives at the velvet room and the show begins.
Nana doesn't want to raise suspicion but she isn't here to see Princess shake her ass either. She comments on Hachi's name (rather sarcastically) and Hachi pouts. "Let's hear your unique name then."
"My name is Nana."
Hachi almost loses her balance but doesn't give her real name. Smart girl. That's okay, Nana will learn everything there is to know about her. She will list her favourite colors, she will send her mom flowers.
Nana quickly gathers that Hachi is more or less a spoiled brat, despite being here to serve Nana, she manages to be demanding. She should be a terrible stripper. But she is also cheerful, laughs like bell chimes, witty and smart. Incredibly charming. Nana understands. She gets why Takumi keeps coming back, she thinks it's impossible to be around this woman for so long and not to fall in love with her. If Takumi had a heart of course.
Nana is going to steal her from Takumi.
so i will leave it at that and if i am certain i won't be able to write this i will elaborate. I have so much love for this story. Sometimes I sit on ideas for years before finally writing them lol
some more things:
BLAST's inner circle: Yasu, Nana, Nobu, Mai (intel), Shion and Miu. Of course Ginpei and his undying love for Yasu is also there.
TRAPNEST: Takumi, Naoki, Reira, Ren, Mari, Kinoshita. dishonorable mention: Narita
this fic also includes:
my endless devotion to Yasu and his bald head
some steamy scenes of Nana and Hachi
Nobu having a huge, crucial role at the mob
Hachi unknowingly being the biggest piece for a decade old gang war
Yasu and Ren's complicated brotherhood
Nana and Ren's betrayal
Asami and Nobu's prejudice of her being a sex worker
Shin and Hachi's relationship
Takumi's wrath
Miu being the baddest bitch
#osaki nana#nana manga#komatsu nana#so yeah... pretty much it#jk this is like half of chapter 1 fdjfdj
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1, 2, and 7!
1. What's your favorite character(s) to write for?
Oooh! I do obviously love writing for Din, but I also really love experimenting with writing Grogu in different ways! I haven't done these next ones too much yet, but I've also enjoyed writing for Fennec and Boba!
2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why?
Very good question; sometimes I feel like Grogu is difficult to write because (aside from OLAT) I have to get extra creative with bringing out his personality in nonverbal ways. Which has been a fun challenge, but a challenge nonetheless! I also feel like I need more practice writing for Fennec. I adore her and want to include her more, but I also want to make sure she keeps her lovely essence, if that makes sense.
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
I'm honestly very proud of all my stories. I didn't expect any of them to gain the traction they have. But I'm especially proud of OLAT and Latch.
OLAT was the reason I started writing Din fics in the first place. It's the one that started it all; I was talking to a friend one day and said "what if you were Grogu's teacher and Din fell in love with you? Someone should write that" and then I sat down and did it myself, and BOOM, the rest is history! Over the time I've been writing it I feel like I've learned so much about my own writing style, and that I've gotten better as I went along. I firmly believe it's the reason Latch is as popular as it is; its writing is definitely better, but only because OLAT made me learn to be better. And every time someone comments and tells me that OLAT brought them warmth or comfort or joy, it absolutely melts my heart. Y'all seriously have no clue how happy it makes me to hear that, because it does that for me too!
For Latch, it was just an idea I had on a whim when driving past a fire station, and then I put ch 1 out there and left it alone, and then so many beautiful people flocked to it?? I was honestly shocked by how much people loved the first chapter. I would've kept writing it regardless of its reception, but it was such a beautiful surprise. And I have so many ideas for it that I just cannot wait to share with you all!
As far as headcanons go, I am especially proud of the headcanon that if Din loves you and you were to get sick, he would go buy the entire damn grocery store to make sure he at least got something you liked and then take the best care of you he could. 🥺
Thank you so much for asking! ❤️
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PLANETARIUM
part two
summary: luke comes home and hard decisions are made for you
pairings: din djarin x (f)!reader, luke skywalker x (f)!reader
warnings: consumption of alcohol, sexual activities, swearin, mentions of depression
a/n: hi all i'm so sorry that this isn't the best work ever lmao i wrote this when the mandalorian season one came out and i'm only now posting it on tumblr with a few changes lol. anyways i'm trying to approve my writing skills ever so much. i really hope you enjoy! din is coming soon i promise also im so sorry this took so long, my parents came for a surprise visit and we went on vacay :)
9 ABY | Chandrila
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STEAM engulfed the large fresher as you opened the shower glass door, showering for a second time in that day. Blind hands groped the wall for the plush towel from the hook, before gingerly wrapped the white cloth around your frame. Raking a hand through sopping wet hair as you exited the fresher, wet feet padding along the pristine carpet, dampening slightly as you trailed towards the closet. Despite the massive expanse of the walk-in, your side was almost empty. A stark contrast to Luke's, which was filled to the brim with official ceremonial robes, Jedi robes, flight suits, and boots for all occasions.
The life on the run, that felt like centuries ago, had conditioned you to keep barely any belongings, only the necessities; and besides it wasn't like Leia or Luke hadn't offered to fill the shelves with beautiful and ornate clothing, but you insisted that the handful of clothing you had was fine.
However, this time Leia had surprised you with the gown that was intended for tonight's gala, not accepting no for an answer when you tried to politely decline the dress. Covered in a black garment bag, the dress hung on the door, cruelly reminding you of the numbing life that had you slowly slipping into as the notorious Luke Skywalker's girlfriend. Sighing, you slowly unzipped the bag. Inside was a beautiful strapless black velvet gown with a sheer, trailing black cape that was adorned with thousands of small clear crystals that resembled the stars.
You smiled softly at the garment knowing that you couldn’t deny that the Princess of Alderaan had great taste. With gentle hands, you slowly extracted the gown from the bag and unzipped the back. Letting the ornate fabric pool on the carpet in an onyx black heap at your feet. Discarding the damp towel, you shimmied into the tight dress up your still slightly damp body.
It was perfectly molded to your every dip and curve, and showed off every asset you had. Reaching behind, your hands bent in every which way that it was possible, trying to reach the top of the dress with the zipper, only to find that your arms weren't quite flexible enough to
"Kriff." Swearing loudly, you twisted and turned, trying to get the zipper all the way up. "C'mon you fuck-“
Cold hands gently landed on your back consequently shutting you up and stilling in your fight with the zipper. The sound of the zipper hitting the top of the dress, accompanied with light lips on your exposed shoulder and a large hand trailing up your left arm. “Language.” The lips murmured against the nape of your neck, causing shivers down your spine
"You're home early." You mumbled, leaning into the warm feeling of his lips against your skin, gently sucking at the soft spot under your ear.
"You look..." The voice of the absent boyfriend echoed loudly in the silent closet, ignoring your slight dig. "Absolutely beautiful."
Slowly turning around, your eyes met the deep blue of Luke Skywalker, who was already cloaked in matching black robes for the gala. He must’ve got home when you were in the shower, dressing and getting ready waiting for you to finish.
"You look very handsome." And he did. His hair was neatly placed on the top of his head, despite getting long and nipping at his ears, and the robes were well fitted. He looked like the true Jedi Master, he had always wanted to be.
"Are you insinuating that I'm usually not?" He teased.
"I never said that!" Your hand playfully slapped his chest. His lips upturned in a bright smile, amused.
"I'm sorry I was gone all day, the other members have located a potential foundling." He turned and held his arm out for you to grab on to.
"That's great Luke. I'm really happy that you're making progress on the new order." Your lips contorted into something that you hoped was a sincere smile. You didn't lie, you were truly happy that he was reinstating the Jedi Order and finding new members to train. But the small voice at the back of your mind despised it with every passing day, knowing that it was the sole factor in time dwindling.
"I am too," Luke paused, "but there has been some issues with accessing the foundling."
"Which means?"
"I'm leaving soon." One didn’t have to be a genius to know that, that was going to be his answer.
You inhaled deeply leaning down to slip on the too high silver stilettos that Leia had shoved into the closet a few days prior. "Where to?"
"Arkanis sector."
"All the way out there?" Luke only nodded, taking a seat at the edge of the bed as he slipped on his own shoes. "Tatooine?"
"No, Arvala-7."
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I before today." Walking over to the door he dropped a tracking fob on the large intricate wooden dresser, another gift from the Princess, before opening his sock drawer and rummaging through it erratically before slipping something into his breast pocket. "They gave me a tracking fob to find the foundling."
Only humming in response, you grabbed the pins from the dish on the counter and one by one jabbing them into place hopefully creating something that was decent and that Leia would approve of. With each pin, the desire to ask him to tag along grew, desperate to be rid of being the doting housewife waiting around, sighing as she waited for her partner to come home.
“The speeder is downstairs waiting for us.” Luke grabbed a watch and tightened it around his wrist as he looked once more in the mirror, fixing his hair. “I need a haircut.”
“Mm.” Standing up from the table, your arms snaked around his small waist, setting your chin upon his shoulder. “I like it like this.”
“Really?” He frowned, grabbing your hands and turning to face you, his burning body pressing against yours. His hands squeezed your hips, bringing yours to his.
Leaning into him, your hands reached up threading your fingers through the silken blond waves that sat neatly, “It reminds me of the idiot I met back on Tatooine all those years ago.”
“Idiot?” He smirked and pressed his knee in between your legs, his hands ran up and down your back before settling just at the base of your spine.
“Mhmm.” Humming, he pressed his lips onto yours, his real hand squeezing your waist once more before retreating completely.
"Ready?" His lips upturned in a display of literal sunshine and his eyes shone under the dim light of the side table lamp like kyber crystals. Fuck, you hated how that damned smile could coax you into anything and make you feel like the shittiest person in the galaxy.
"Ready.” It took effort for you to smile back at him as he guided you through the darkened living room and out the front door. Your footfalls were heavy as you tried to not drag your feet behind and fall to the ground in misery of going to this gala. Luke’s gait was the complete opposite, full of life and bounce, you wouldn’t be surprised that at any given moment that the Jedi could quite possibly take flight due to sheer happiness.
“Is your brother coming?” Luke’s covered hand pressed gently into the white button, illuminating softly with a blinking yellow glow that mocked you with each blink. Luke spoke but no words were communicated as your eyes were dead set on the button. You swore that it got faster and faster, your heart pounded and it was at the brink of being at the precipice- "Y/N?"
"Huh?" Luke stood in front of you, his eyebrows knitted in deep concern as his back held the golden elevator open for the two of you. Stepping into the glass, it was hard to feel relaxed at almost almost a hundred stories high and surrounded by hundreds of speeders flying just a little close to you for comfort. "Oh. No, Han and Chewie are working. Something about Coruscant."
"Oh, that's a shame." He pressed the button for the lobby. "I was hopping to ask him if he wanted to join me to Arvala. I know he hates being holed up here and he could bring Ben-"
"I don't think that would be such a good idea. Leia is already exhausted and needs a break but they should-“
"Which is why I think Ben should come."
"Spend time together.” You finished your earlier sentence, growing annoyed with his unwillingness to listen. “Luke, he's eight months old.”
"I disagree-" The elevator dinged open, ending the conversation with the sight of a full lobby. You thanked the force that you no longer had to endure the brewing fight. Stepping out into the foyer, Luke's hand found your exposed back underneath the train and guided you through the sea and towards your impending doom.
Waiting in the street below the steps, a sleek silver open-top speeder awaited the two of you. A human chauffer, dressed in a black uniform stood at attention with his hands clasped in front of him, standing besides the open side door, ready for the two of you to enter the speeder.
With weary and unwilling steps, your feet already blistering in the uncomfortable shoes were dragged along by his strong arm to the speeder and strapped in promptly.
"I don't want to stay late." You begged silently, hoping that you could get home early and spend the rest of the night together on the couch or in bed, it didn't matter which.
"Why not?" Of course he didn't want to, he was the star of the show tonight and wanted to relish in the limelight of those who kiss the ground at his feet.
"I just don't feel like being out that late tonight." Your clipped nails picked at the nonexistent dirt in your left hand.
"Why? Are you nauseous? I know you don't particularly like these sorts of events."
Your eyes fell to your folded hands in your lap, your voice was low and he almost didn't register it with the wind. "No, I'm fine."
His eyes lit up as he took apart your entwined fingers and fitted his own in the place of your left one, "Good. I don't want you sick." Luke smiled down at you and leaned his forehead against your own, taking your lips with his own swiftly but sweetly, only pulling apart once the speeder spluttered, slowing down to stop in front of the daunting carpet, full to the brim of gala-goers and armed guards.
"Let's go, General." Luke whispered one last time before exiting out of the open door. The bright lights and sheer amount of people watching and chatting as the son of Anakin Skywalker, Jedi master, and galactic hero Luke Skywalker and Rebel General and girlfriend of the former had arrived. You swore necks broke as all heads turned on the two of you. Hate and something you couldn't quite identify rose within you.
The door open beside you, right in view of everyone. With careful moves as if sneaking around a sleeping Krayt dragon, you slipped your leg out onto the wet pavement below, grabbing onto the hand Luke extended. "Thanks."
Placing your hand in the crook of his elbow, he guided you expertly through the watching sea of people, making sure to stop to talk to important senators and donators and some interviews here and there, making your impatience to return to the apartment stronger.
Whether it was your actual impatience or the fact that time had moved as long as you believe it did, it was ages before your feet had reached the end of the journey and made it to the large glass doors that opened up into the sweeping hall that was adorned with elaborate fountains that underneath floating lanterns and Chandrilian silk.
Hundreds of guests of outrageously dressed guests, weaved in and out of the crowd starting to slowly inch their way towards the new arrivals and hope to make good friends with Luke.
“Look at her." Luke's voice whispered, lips brushing against your ear. Looking into the crowd, you had to stifle a laugh once you spotted the short, plump woman that was dressed in what could only be described as a gigantic, three foot wide purple bubble with loth-cat-like ears situated on her matching purple hair.
The moment didn’t last long as a voice cut through the crowd.
"Y/N! Luke!"
The both of you turned simultaneously around at the familiar voice that rang high. There, draped in Chandrila's finest white silk was Leia fighting her way through the preying amass of people. Her chocolate hair had been let loose and straightened, reaching the small of her back. The slinky material, loose and draped expertly, covered her petite frame, as the galaxies finest, glittering diamonds adorned her neck and ears.
"Stars, you look amazing." You were completely enamored with her every part of her look, star struck by her sheer natural beauty.
"Yeah well," She laughed scornfully, "I'm hoping Han sees me on the Holonet and saw exactly what he was missing out on tonight." Leia rolled her eyes and tripped a little, clearly buzzed from whatever beverage she had been drinking. Luke and you side eyed each other at the over sharing. "You both look great though! Like a real married couple!"
Luke laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck at his twins comment. "Uh…thanks, Leia."
The nausea washed over you again and the room became suffocating, feeling like that the room would swallow you whole at any given moment. You needed something to still the swirling room, "Honey, could you possibly grab me a drink?"
"Of course." Kissing your cheek, Luke disappeared towards the bar.
"So," Leia swirled her drink as her finger wagged up and down at your attire. "You look great tonight."
"Thanks to you. You really did well with the dress." You smiled down at the petite senator.
"I'm sure Luke is nervous." She took a sip from the transparent glass.
"Nervous?"
Leia choked on her drink, "Meaning that anyone would be nervous to have you on their arm! My brother is a dog compared to you."
Despite laughing loudly at her joke, the nausea worsened and the room began to spin.
Where was Luke with your drink?
"I should get going," Leia must have sensed your uneasiness and laid a comforting hand on your arm. "Y/N, let loose and have some fun tonight."
You swallowed thickly, watching as Leia was swallowed back into the crowd.
"Where'd Leia go?" Luke returned with a large glass of Durindfire in his bionic hand. You had practically snatched the drink out of his hand and downed it in one go once he extended it towards you. "Woah there, are you okay?"
The Durindfire burned as it glided down your throat. The blaze of the alcohol brought peace to your mind and the nausea had turned into a slight buzzed feeling that you welcomed with open arms. Dumping the empty glass on the nearest table, you lied, "She left to mingle with some of her political friends."
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You were drunk.
After two long hours of a mediocre meal and boring speeches, the drinks started to blur together and you didn't know how many you had thrown back during the duration of the night. And Luke was too wrapped up in his own duties to even realize that you were plastered from the alcohol he kept supplying you himself. Plus he had a couple drinks as well, but he definitely held his liquor better.
"Luke." Your boyfriend was currently caught up in a so thrilling conversation about the Chandrilan trade routes with one of the Bothan senators at the table.
"Lukeeeeeee." You whined, trying again to get his attention, but the Jedi continued his conversation, diving deeper into something about some Bounty Hunter’s guild that continued to hijack and steal on the hyperlane. You finally laid hand on his forearm, "Luke.”
"Excuse me for a moment." Luke bowed his head towards the man and shifted his full attention to you. "Everything alright?"
Whispering, you entangled your fingers with his good hand and discreetly nodded your head towards the exit, "Let's head home, hmm?"
Clearing his throat, he gingerly placed his white napkin on the table in front of him and quickly bade farewell to the table. You were already making your way towards the exit, stilettos and alcohol definitely didn’t mix as you carefully watched every step to stop yourself from falling flat on your face.
He easily caught up with you and let his hand fall to the small of your back, cold seeping through the heavy black velvet fabric. Slipping through the large front glass doors, making sure you weren't seen. Practically running down the stairs, you stumbled into the speeder that, thankfully, the driver was already waiting with.
"I was waiting for you to ask that." Luke laughed as he slipped into the seat next to you. Putting all of your weight on him as you leaned into him, your hand caressed his jaw as you captured his lips with your own. Sloppily wrapping your bare arms around his neck, desperate for his touch, your thighs clamped shut.
Luke happily reciprocated, placing a hand on the back of your neck, trailing his freezing hands down your back.
You moaned at the caress, moving to throw your leg over his lap to straddle him before a hand stopped you. "Let's wait until we're home, yeah?"
You groaned but reluctantly pulled back. Leaning your head back, you felt the rush of the cool night air whip at your face. Your hair fell free from the confines of the pins, fluttering behind. Eyes stinging as they stared up at the planetarium above, watching the ships flew away.
You imagined yourself at the helm of one of these ships. Flying far, far away. From everything, everyone. It was the happiest you had felt in months, wrapped up in this daydream. But the feeling had evaporated at the sound of the speeder door slamming shut.
Stumbling inside the dimly lit ornate lobby, you decided then it was a perfect time to release your poor feet from the stupidly high shoes. Drunk feet pulsated and trembled under the cold black marble as you made their way to the elevators to make the trek back up to the eighty-fifth floor.
"I love you." Luke blurted out as they silently waited for the elevator to arrive. The elevator doors slid open as you opened your mouth to respond. "No, I need to get this out or I never will." Slipping inside the elevator, Luke pressed the small gold button that had eighty-five etched in a white glow. Now facing you, he grabbed your hands in his. "I was going to wait until we got upstairs but I've waited seven years to ask you this question but after seeing you tonight and how happy and absolutely stunning you looked I can’t wait any longer.” He shook his head and cleared his throat as his bionic hand fumbled within the black robes. “Ever since you called me a nerfherder in that cantina in Mos Eisley, I knew that you were the one for me. You and me have been to the darkest parts of the galaxy and back together. You stood by me even after I told you about my father. You have been my rock through the hardest times of my life, you made me laugh at times when I thought I would never laugh again. You introduced me to an amazing world that I'd never could have ever dreamed of as a farm boy on Tatooine. You push me to be the best I can be. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you so much…” A shimmering clear cut kyper crystal sat in between beds of Nubian black velvet. “So, Y/N Solo will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
No.
"Yes."
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Hello! I see that you are training as a judge, and I'm sorry for bringing back these memories lol but what did you think of the scoring for Yuzu's FS at the Olympics? I gotta admit I'm not very well versed into the ~intricacies~ of the scoring system but I'm tryna learn more. (tho I know everyone's saying it's a mess). I've heard a lot of people praise Yuzu's Heaven and Earth for its composition, so I find it weird that he got a lower score than NC on it? (9.25 vs 9.75) I also feel like his interpretation score is ridiculous. Rewatching it, so many of his elements and choreography are in music. HOW did he get 8.79 while NC got 9.86?? More than a point difference? Also (sorry this is so long lol) this one I'm not sure about, but I rewatched his 4A in slomo and to me it looks like it's really on the fence between q and <. But iirc when there's a doubt the benefit of the doubt should go to the skater? Sorry this ended up getting very long hahah, feel free to disregard if you don't feel like answering
Answering this a whole month after the Olympics are over and I even got this ask.... forgive me anon. I keep deciding that I'll answer something after I finish certain task and then I forget about it. My memory is terrible. You don't need to be sorry for asking long questions, it's really no toruble.
I'll answer this in reverse order. So first, quad Axel rotation - from the camera angle I got on the video, it did and still looks like a quarter to me. What angle the technical panel got I don't know. It is true that in case of doubt, the judges are supposed to be lenient and score them in favour of the skater. But I also understand why they would be reluctant when approaching this particular new jump.
As for the PCS, honestly Heaven and Earth is probably one of the best free skates in terms of Composition I have ever seen. However, you have probably heard by now about the notorious PCS cap aka the most stupid and useless thing in the IJS. With two falls in his FS, Yuzuru's SS, TR and CO were capped at 9.25 maximum, and his PE and IN capped at 8.75. That being said, multiplied by 2.00 the maximum PCS he could have gotten was 90.50, and he got 90.44 which is mighty close. Of course the problem with PCS cap is that is pointless, and that judging panel uses it as fit depending on the skater. Without the cap, his PCS should be much higher. How NC scored those high 9-s is another sad story titled overscoring.
#figure skating#one day i will start answering asks on time but it's not that day#yuzuru hanyu#i could talk about pcs choices at any competition ever but i don't think anyone has time for that
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hey so i'm looking to figure my sorting out. i'm p sure of my secondary but honestly i've gone in circles so many times that i'd believe anything lmao
so i guess to start like. i'm fairly sure i'm an idealist, but with a twist. i care about making the world a better place-- i'm kinda infamous among my friends for being a little TOO outspoken about my opinions. on a small scale, i have strong opinions about a lot of things, but on a larger scale... idk. i don't think any one person can know what an ideal world looks like cause there really is no such thing. there are literally countless variables when it comes to implementing even small systems, countless ways to fuck it up, so i don't think i'd be choosing some grand ideal over the people i love anytime soon.
that being said, i think my idealist streak gets directed into something else most of the time. i'm very focused on understanding myself to a fault. i want to know why i do the things i do, why i believe certain things over others. when it comes to my beliefs about the world, they're strong but take it or leave it, but when it comes to myself they are not a good idea to push. i've ended relationships over not feeling like myself with them or feeling like i'm losing myself or they're pushing me to be someone i'm not. i make strong instant decisions about what the "right" thing to do is when it comes to how it impacts my perception of myself, especially with intimate relationships (i'm a lot less impulsive with things like friends and things i'm less personally involved in). i NEED to know who i am, way more than i care about any one specific person or thing. obviously i love people very deeply and would do just about anything to have both, but if i don't know who i am, if i'm not true to myself, then i have nothing. losing people happens.
the issue is, because i'm prone to doing that and not thinking as much about how it'll impact people, i've been called selfish a lot over my lifetime. recently i've started thinking more about how my actions impact people and their feelings, and i'm feeling a lot more torn. i want to do what i want to do, what i feel is best, but i feel immature for doing it a lot. i've started worrying a lot about being a bad person and hurting people, and i've been thinking about how the "right" way to be is. i went through a phase where i was repressing myself to make the "moral" choice, but i just felt so flat. ultimately i realized that it doesn't really matter how good i am if i have to repress myself to get there, cause then all it is is performance. tldr is i feel super guilty for making "selfish" choices rn, especially as i've gotten more aware of other peoples' feelings.
what i think is probably going on is that i'm an idealist primary with a badger model, but i'm not sure between lion and bird, and i'm still open to badger. pretty sure i'm not a snake.
the section on my secondary's gonna be a lot shorter, sorry this got so long! so i'm p sure i'm a badger secondary. considered lion and snake secondary too. whatever i am, i have a p loud lion model over it. i've always had a gift for making people trust me, for acting. i kinda blend in and become what i need to to both help them and get them off my back so i can do what i need to do. i have a serious passion for helping people with tough love (i like to think of myself as a p good advice giver, since i can both tell people what they need to hear and really get in their shoes and be kind where other people might not). i think i judge myself the least when i can kinda toe that line between pushing boundaries and stepping back-- i track where peoples' boundaries are constantly so i can push them to the limit without stepping over them. i'm very fluid when it comes to presentation in reality, even though i think people actually think of me as kinda controversial. i tend to see people who are ACTUALLY overstepping boundaries as lowkey selfish at times, even though i also really respect them. i like to do things the "right" way as long as i give a shit about them. the catch is, i don't want to blend into the background, and i don't think i do. a partner of mine called me a fox cause he noticed the way i constantly toe that line where i can get people to notice me and still keep them off my back, still make them comfortable. i'm also NOT a planner. people constantly give me shit for only ever feeling things out in the moment, and honestly thinking about the future freaks me out. i don't want to plan how i do shit i'd rather just get in the zone and figure it out from there. tldr i'm pretty sure i'm a badger secondary? but i could be convinced of snake. definitely see elements of both but my gut's telling me badger so take that how you will
anyway! thank you so much for taking the time to answer this, i know it's a lot.
also sorry one thing i forgot to add about my secondary! i think my lion model got so loud because when i do the shifty presentation thing, i have a tendency to lose myself and start perceiving myself as whatever i'm presenting. it's made it really hard to figure out who i actually am and so i started just being as clear about it as possible.
for my primary, i really care a lot about being right. i try to take every side into consideration to make sure i get the best conclusion. i can be super stubborn when it comes to certain things, but i don't want to just... hold to perceptions that are wrong. that being said it's important to me to trust my gut and i take it as a big input. i'm very felt out for most things, don't really have a strong system of how to be. i really wanna be able to trust myself but i just don't. i have a big habit of relying on other people to tell me what to think, which is uh. yeah.
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You're a Bird primary with a Lion model, and you're trying on some Badger ideals. That's one of the easier Sorts I've done, lol! Possibly because your primary and models actually House match mine :p
Your reasoning process screams Bird xD and so does your writing style and just the length of the ask. Birds love self-analysis, it's part of how we make sure our systems stay as close to true as we can make them.
You've got some Lion too, but it's a model. It sounds like your Lion and your Bird have come into conflict before, and like most Birds with Lion models, it bugs the snot out of you when your Lion's intuition (which is important data!) doesn't line up with what your Bird knows.
You've prioritized Bird's conclusions before, but (as with many Birds) you don't entirely trust your own system and you're wondering if your Lion might have been right and you should give its reasoning more weight.
Also, you're consciously deciding that maybe Badgers' way of doing things is more moral than yours, and you're pulling in some of those ideals. That doesn't make you a Badger primary. Birds are notorious for this kind of thing actually 😂
The line between whether some ideals you've pulled into your Bird system vs. what counts as a model is fuzzy. It's up to you really, how important those pieces of Badger are to you.
For me, I think the line might be--is it wired into your sense of self on its own, or does it get filtered through your Bird and Lion? It really sounds like your Lion is a strong part of your sense of self: if you ignore its advice, you feel not totally like yourself. You don't have to feel all your models equally strongly, but thinking of it that way might help.
(It's also hard because Birds often feel like they kind of are their systems, or they are their ability to reason, that's a core part of their identity. ...It's complicated.)
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You sound really really Snakey. I'm not sure where you're getting Badger, actually!
Badgers are more than the mirroring ability. They also bury themselves in work or community, and it can sometimes look like they're neck deep in so many responsibilities that they couldn't possibly handle any more problems--and then they do have a problem, they do need something, and they stand up and all that stuff they were buried in turns out to be armor and tools.
Snakes, otoh, are improvisational and tend to be very aware of their surroundings. Unlike Badgers, the Snake brand of social shapeshifting involves a lot of keeping track of other people's reactions to what they're doing--trying something and then watching the response, then adjusting, rinse and repeat. You turn yourself into exactly the right person for this situation.
Badger mirroring is usually simpler. You reflect the other person's energy back at them: it's an empathetic response that says we're alike, I accept you, you're safe. A lot of Badgers do this without thinking--it can be hard to turn off.
Snakes also don't go in for prep work as much, it tends to trip them up (Snakes with Badger or Bird models notwithstanding). They're Improvisational secondaries, unlike Bird and Badger which are Built and rely heavily on some form of preparation.
The Lion model sounds legit, but just check for yourself: you might be learning to use Snake's neutral state. Snakes will sometimes drop all their layers of acting and maneuvering and suddenly they're just themselves. Different Snakes have different relationships with neutral state. For some Snakes, it's a relief to drop the mask; for others, it feels vulnerable and they only trust certain people with their full authenticity.
It does sound like you really admire Lion secondaries, though, so you might indeed have a model there! This is just something else you could check on.
Hope that helps!
- Paint
#first post in a while huh folks#gotta remember how to tag...#ravenclaw primary#gryffindor primary model#slytherin secondary#gryffindor secondary model#asks#paint speaks#sortinghatchats
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What keeps you motivated to continue a series? Like finish up chapters?
What inspires you? How do you personally overcome writer’s block? And do you plan your stories beforehand or does it all just come to you as you write or do you build your world first then start writing?
Sorry if those are a lot of questions 😅 But your writing is absolutely amazing! Like the world you’ve built with Tides of Chaos is *chef’s kiss* 💜
Hi Anon! I'll see if I can answer these to the best of my ability!
First to what keeps me motivated? A few things. First is my own suborn self. I used to be notorious for not finishing things. and I see it as a personal goal to complete them. the second thing is all those who comment on the story. seeing a new message that someone left a comment will literally give me the motivation to get out of bed. And don't get me started when some of you amazing artists gifted me art! I freaking sobbed when I saw art of Black Doom and Eclipse! and Thiosa! *begins sobbing again*
What inspires me? Well, a lot I would say my friends on a Discord server I'm on are definitely a huge inspiration. The majority of them are artists and a lot of them are also writers. We tend to bounce ideas off of one another and their creativity fuels me. (plus brain too full must dump thoughts before they are forgotten)
Writers block? Never hears of her! (lol jk) Actually I usually write a few chapters ahead of what I plan to post. So on the days I do have writers block or am not satisfied with the flow. I will either go an reread parts of the story or edit one of the chapters not yet posted.
How do I plan stories? it's a little of both. I do a LOT of planning for Shadow Adventures. I research the original material and then i figure what to tweak or completely rewrite. Days of reckoning was a massive undertaking since the original was a multi-ending game.
Tides of the other hand was the exact opposite! I wrote it as a one-shot. But as I wrote the final paragraph my mind sparked. I began worldbuilding after what my Discord group and I had discussed and expanded. The main plot of the story for Tides did not solidify in my mind until after Eclipse took Blaze from her hut. I was full winging it.
I was not expecting Tides to be as long as it is today. I'm a little nervous about the ending but I hope you all like it!
#thank you for the ask#sonadow#tides of chaos#shadow adventures#pirate au#roleswap au#writing questions
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Oof your question about being satisfied with your work...that's such a mood. You're right in the sense that your expectations rise in terms of interaction/notes, etc., and sometimes it's hard to just be content in the writing process. First off, there's nothing wrong with that. It's like exercise: your endurance goes up, and it feels off to settle for less. And you really shouldn't have to. But it's also a kind of scary thing, because it feels like that sweet, wide-eyed person you were at 20 notes is gone.
To answer your question for myself, the answer is yes. I'm not satisfied with everything on my m.list, and there's some series/stories that I wish I could change because they seem sub-par, but I look back on that version of me that wrote them with kinder eyes now.
In short, my writing experience here on Tumblr can be summed up by the Book Thief herself:
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."
I guess it just depends on what you think is right. My definition is this: If it made me feel something or helped me on the days that I was feeling too much, then I feel that I've done it right.
sorry for the long answer, but I just sometimes see posts like the one you posted (hours ago now lol) and I wish that I'd had someone share their experiences with me a bit more. that is all.
and for the record, I'm notoriously bad at keeping up with any one writer and their works, but I get genuinely excited anytime you post.
B. this is pure poetry. Your measuring tape of the relative feeling of "right" is so... *screams* this sounds like the one advice that can make a long-standing impact. It forces to think about the most basic and yet unanswered question: why I keep writing? Is it really validation or just screaming out into the void that is Tumblr? To hear any response at all seems like a miracle. I guess to paraphrase your insightful observation, I can feel content with my work because and when I've screamed all my troubles into text. Thank you, truly! This has been...therapeutic.
I'm always happy to share with an unexpected friend and even happier to listen!
P.S. I'm notoriously bad at keeping up with other works as well but even if it's the speed of a melting glacier (back in the day, now that sh*t disappears at light speed, damn) I will worm my way through my moots works like an overzealous mole.
Have a nice day B. and know that the words you choose invariably sound right to me! 💜
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hi! i've been told i look young for my age (to the point that nurses ask me where my mom is so they can speak to her lol). would you say that's a valid reason for mentioning my age/birth date in my resume itself since appearance might risk it getting tossed out? if not, any alternatives? (i'm not in the US and i honestly don't know if pictures should even be attached but just for the sake of this scenario, what should i do?)
Hi! Lol, I know the feeling. 😂
So... I’ve only very RARELY encountered circumstances in which listing your age or having a picture is required or recommended on a resume.
For instance - in the modeling or acting industries, good headshots are a must, and age is often listed as a range indicating what ages you could pass for in a show, for instance. I can understand that, because these are very appearance-conscious fields where those details are an important part of casting. (Even for work as an extra, you might see things in the posting like looking for 25-35 female, 5′4″-5′8″ height, athletic build. And tbh, I know plenty of people in entertainment who definitely demur or lie about their real ages as long as they don’t look outside the requested age. And no one really cares, because as long as their appearance passes muster... it doesn’t matter. The number is just a guideline.)
I’ve OCCASIONALLY encountered requests for pictures in fields like bartending, which... is a little odd, and quite frankly not my fave thing to see, because to me it reeks of what A&F was notorious for with only hiring people of a very specific appearance... so, meh. Insert back and forth about brand standards and really fucking stupid / discriminatory policies here.
But in general? NO.
Leave that shit off. Put a photo on your LinkedIn if you like to make yourself more personable, but generally, photos aren’t necessary or recommended on a general resume or application.
(Again, disclaimer, though - I know including photos with job applications is a more common practice in some cultures, so if that seems like the case where you are, disregard what I just said. I just haven’t encountered it in my work in the US or abroad (mostly Western Europe, tbh - and job-hunting/HR wasn’t really part of my experience with business in Eastern Asia.)
As for putting your age - no, I wouldn’t, especially if you’re trying for anything in the US.
As a fellow “babyface,” I know it can be frustrating to go into a new workplace (or potential workplace) and have them assume you’re young and inexperienced, but if you want a kind of “depressing truth” answer... putting your age on an application isn’t really going to help that much. Sorry. The part of people’s brains that has made the snap judgement about your age when they see your face can be really hard to override, and a number on a page isn’t going to do much about it. And the number isn’t the important part anyway - it’s demonstrating you have the experience and skills that make you qualified.
For my US friends (possibly elsewhere - again, refer to your own laws and actual advisors about this), putting your age can actually hurt you. One - age discrimination shouldn’t happen, but it does. Also, depending on where, protections for people 40+ are taken much more seriously than under 40 (not right, but...).
Two - the less information you give them, the better. Again, outside of certain industries, most places won’t press for an age, because that can be a sensitive topic in general and - depending on location - a potentially sticky legal situation. So if it’s not required, don’t give it to them! :)
Unfortunately, I don’t really know what to tell you about alternatives. If your resume is focused and displays your experience and skills, that should always be of far more interest to your evaluators than your age (barring those special industry exceptions). Don’t be afraid to put things like “6 years of customer service experience” or “3 years of executive assistant experience” if you’re super worried about it - that can still mostly disguise your age and shows that you have years of experience with something and clearly aren’t just starting out.
Plus, since skillsets for different jobs overlap... you can have different year amounts for different “experiences” without giving away much about how many years you’ve been working (and thus your age)! For instance - those examples up there could mean you’ve spent 9 years in the workforce... or it could mean you’ve spent 6 years in the workforce because you were working a part-time customer service gig on the weekends during your 3 years as an exec assistant. Or it could mean you’re only 3 years out of school-aged, since you worked part-time cs for 3 years as a student and on weekends during your 3 years post-school as an exec assistant. They don’t know unless you tell them!
TL;DR: Unless it’s required (and make sure it’s really required) or pretty much necessary for getting jobs where you are, don’t share your picture or age on a resume.
Hope that answered your question! :)
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