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The Diary of Feyre Archeron

Just a tiny fic too see if I want to continue it and keep this format!

Words: 800

TW: implications of neglect, manipulation and controlling behaviour

December 21st

Dear Diary (?)

I never had a diary, I don't know how this stuff works. Mom gave me an old diary she had never used, it's the closest to a birthday gift I have ever gotten from her. I haven't gotten any cake like Elain or a grand party like Nesta but I'm not mad, at least I get the time to draw in my room without any interruptions. I've become pretty good!

Rumor has it that a new boy will be at our school tomorrow, which is weird because it's two days before the holidays. It probably stays a rumor, it wouldn't make sense.

Anyways, I think I'm going to sneak into the kitchen after mom went to bed, I'm getting hungry.

Bye, I guess?

December 22nd

Dear Diary,

Today I have been blessed by god. I didn't expect to make another entry so soon but today the new guy looked at me. OH MY GOD, RIGHT? He totally smiled at me too!! (Delusion aside, he probably saw someone behind me. He doesn't know I exist.)

I hate the stupid lights in the school but I swear the new guy’s eyes looked VIOLET in the light. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm totally going to draw himy he's GORGEOUS! Like the men on Nesta's book covers (that she's totally hiding from mom) but a hundred times prettier!

Well, I have to finish my math homework now.

Bye?

January 2nd

Dear Diary,

Christmas was pretty boring that's why I didn't write anything but today was insane! The new guy has a name, Rhysand (beautiful, right?) and he's in my history class! I actually quite like history and our teacher, Ms Weaver, even though everyone is scared of her but Rhysand made it hard to focus!! It's not like I'm mad about it because he's sitting like right in front of me and he smells like citrus and sea (Not that I sniffed him, I'm not a weirdo) he smells SO GOOD and I could just get lost looking at him all the time!

Maybe he'll talk to me someday, wouldn't that be neat?

Shit, mom is coming home and she sounds mad!!!

Bye!

January 4th

Dear Diary,

Today I got Elain’s hand-me-downs! Finally, I've been waiting for this, I needed new pants. Mom refused to buy me new ones because it's my fault I got them paint splattered. It's only one pair that has paint on them, the others are falling apart! But arguing with mum is like arguing with a brick wall, it won't budge.

I found a pretty blue jumper in Elain’s old clothes which makes my eyes pop! I will wear it tomorrow. Not because I have history class and will see Rhysand, it just looks pretty.

I also got a job interview at a run down diner at the edge of the town! Mom can't know, she'd never allow me to work or if she would, she wouldn't allow me to keep the money, she always needs to have everything under control, it's so annoying.

I'm not worried about not getting the job but I hope I can convince them to give me night shifts so mom won't know! Once she's asleep, she's ASLEEP!

I'd say wish me luck but it's only me and the ink, so I guess I wish myself luck.

So excited!

January 13th

Dear Diary,

I am dying. I really am. I'm barely able to write these words down.

Fine, maybe I'm not dying really but it feels like it. I got my period and I literally feel like I'm bleeding out. I feel like someone is stabbing my uterus REPEATEDLY. Why would mother nature be so cruel? Why would my own mother be so cruel to still send me to school like this? That was a trick question, it's my mother. Cruel is carved in her bones and blood and brain. Whatever it is, I can't think through this agony.

Mom says it's normal and I shouldn't be so dramatic and when I tried to talk to Elain she grimaced!! I mean, it's not her fault, I guess. Mom drilled it into Nesta and Elain that these topics are taboo. I think that's stupid because in biology they said periods are natural so why would something natural be taboo?

It doesn't make sense, right?

On a slightly brighter side, Rhysand talked to me yesterday and asked if I was okay!! I am aware he asked because I probably looked like death but a win is a win, right? And his smile when I lied and said I was okay, I was melting into a puddle!

Okay, the water is hot enough for my hot water bottle! I'm gonna chill and listen go Red for the rest of the day until bedtime.

Bye

Taglist: @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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creamymilkk · 2 years

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I hope ur still active but can you do teenage Kyle finding out his s/o has a thing for red heads??

🦊♡ “I mean.. yeah..I do have a thing for redheads…" ♡🦊

༉‧₊˚ #Teenage!Kyle x GN!Reader

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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██████████ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Teenage Kyle and Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Headcanons/Blurb

× &﹕Summary: All of your friends try to bring up a fact about you to Kyle but you didn't want that until he found out...

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): Hey! Im getting back to writing:D so I will 100% be more active, AND MY GOD THIS IDEA IS SOOO GOOD!! I’m in the writing mood sooo BLURB TIME:3 (Y/F = Your friend’s name, E/N = Ex name.)

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♡- Let’s begin, you two met at highschool. Sooner and later, you two become a thing. Which you two were honestly such a power couple.

♡- I mean everyone wanted a relationship like you two, even Wendy wanted Stan to act like his best friend. ANYWAYS, back to the main thing.

♡- Let’s just say when you introduce your new boyfriend to your friends, let’s say they were giggling and whispering to you about your boyfriend…

♡- “Really, y/n? I thought you were done with…” before your friend could finish the sentence. You were already pulling Kyle away from them.

♡- He was already wondering what ‘you were done with’ her words not his. He kept asking you what they meant but you kept changing the topic.

♡-”Hey sweetheart, what was your friend about to say-”

♡- but before he finished “Look at the time! I have to go to math class, I don’t want to be late like last time!!” Then you were fast walking to your ‘math class’ even though you were just going to the bathroom.

♡- You were just shy about the topic and didn’t know what Kyle would say.

♡- Kyle would usually drop the topic after knowing you didn’t want to talk about it but he couldn’t get this out of his mind. So he did some digging (by digging just asking your friends)

♡- And oh boy..he didn’t think it was that..

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Kyle didn’t know what you were hiding, I mean it couldn’t be that bad right? The red head boy just sighed as he closed his locker. The school day couldn’t be faster? I mean for him, the day went slower than a snail. Yes. A snail. But luckily he made it through lunch time, where he saw your friends looking at him and was giggling. Then there was his partner, in the middle. Blushing like crazy, soon they made eye contact. Then they quickly stood up and headed to the bathroom, he just knew there was something she was hiding. But he couldn’t quite pin what was the reason, they couldn’t tell him. So he walked where your friends were. They all saw him walking towards him. They all stopped talking and passed ‘shhh.’ ‘He's coming, act normal!!’

“Hey you…” one friend said to Kyle, so awkwardly. “Well me, Y/F and Y/F have to go… to the bathroom!” the friend said and got up with the other friends. Leaving the awkward friend with Kyle. Great. “Um ... I really need to go also! See you!” they said trying to leave before this gets anymore awkward. “Hey no wait-” Kyle said while grabbing their arm. “Look. I really need some answers and I think you might know the answer.” He said while trying to make them sit down, he really hoped that they might answer the question. “Okay fine! What is it?” they said their voice was growing louder than before. “What’s Y/n hiding?” “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean! The reason why you guys were giggling” He said clearly getting annoyed. He knew they were acting dumb. “Ohhh! That” they giggled. “I thought Y/N already told you” Starting to smirk at him, “Well if they did, I wouldn’t even have asked you!” he said, getting mad. “Okay, so you already know they dated other people right?” “um..yeah?” He said confused. “What’s E/X hair color?” “Red?” “yup! Now what's E/x hair color?” “Red?” ‘What are they getting on?’ he thought. “Now what's your hair color?” “It’s Red.” “your so dumb.” “huh? What do you mean, I don’t get it.” “dude. Y/N has a thing with red heads.”

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♡- So there he was in front of the bathroom, waiting for you to come out.

♡- He couldn’t help but get flustered. Something about that just made him blush just like his hair color.

♡- He used to hate his hair when he was younger, I mean Cartman made fun of him for it. Nobody even used to like it.

♡- Just you liking his hair color just made him blush like crazy. So you did kinda boost his ego.

♡- When you finally came out and saw him. All you could do is stare at him, your friends already quickly told you what happened. You were going to kill F/N.

♡- “Hey Y/n, I finally found out what was brothering you!”

♡- he said while smirking just a little.

♡- “So your into read heads?” He said clearly knowing how much that made you blush like crazy. Just. Like. His. Hair color. He thought.

♡- “NO!” you almost yelled.

♡- “So all of your friends are lying to me?” He said while lightly laughing.

♡- You sighed, you couldn’t hide it anymore. “I mean.. yeah..I do have a thing for redheads…”

♡- He couldn’t help but blush. Those words just made him melt.

♡- You looked up and there was your boyfriend, blushing, eyes wide open, and lost for words. All of that ego was now gone.

♡- Of course, you couldn’t help but giggle.

♡- So you kissed him.

♡- “God..I love your red hair.”

♡- Kyle was just standing still, with such a love struck smile.

#kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski #south park #south park fanfiction #south park fanfic #south park fandom #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #inbox is always open #inbox open #South Park kyle #im into writing #i hope you like this #im going to cry #i love him so much #i love him

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tyrant-tales · 9 months

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Brat!

Hiii! First fic!

An: I had alot of fun writing this! Sorry if it's a bit ooc! Enjoy! I FINALLY FIXED THE FORMAT! ENJOY MY LOVES

Warning: this is a tickle fic, if you dont like that, just move along!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Prompt: All the Archons meet up, and a specific bard is pestering the geo archon. Good thing he knows how to put him in his place.

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Ah, what a glorious day. All the archons, with an exception of 2 or 3 (we don’t talk about it.), had met up in the beautiful land of Sumeru. Nahida had offered the Sanctuary of Sarasthana, but the others said just somewhere outside would be better, mainly not to be a slap in the face to her. They instead found each other at a peaceful waterfall.

“Ah, hello Barbatoes! It’s a pleasure to have you here!” The child smiled.

“No need to be so formal, just let loose. What is it the traveler calls you? Nahida?” The bard laughed.

“Oh, yes. Sorry, I don’t remember any of you from before I lost my memory, apologies for my formality,” she finished by placing a hand to her chest, “Nahida is fine, thank you.. what is it? Venti?”

“Yes, Venti! Not bad for a kid.”

“Oh don’t bully her, I know Diluc has mistaken you as a fifteen year old, yes?” A certain Geo god poked in.

“It happened twice! You need to let go of the past, Mr. Zhongli!” Venti scrunched his nose as he poked Zhonglis chest.

“Oh please, it truly is a pleasure to watch the oldest Archon play around with a practical child,” Ei stepped forward from behind Nahida. Nahida laughed.

“Why do you guys hate me?” Venti frowned.

“For the record, I don’t hate you. I find you mildly amusing to poke fun at,” Zhongli crossed his arms and blinked.

“Ugh, you’re always so mean, Mr. Zhongli.”

"I am not mean, I just-"

Before the two could start arguing, a green box appeared between the both of them, only to explode.

“Be nice. My first time meeting you after losing my memory 500 years ago, and you act like children? I am the actual child here and I act better!”

Ei choked back laughter, “I’d listen to her, she is the goddess of wisdom, after all.”

Venti started to argue but Nahida held up her finger, “Moving on,” she paused and glared at Venti, “I had Traveler teach me how to make Sumeru specialties, please enjoy!”

…… (pretend I wrote about them eating, I don’t have the creativity to actually)

“Wait, is Focalors not coming?” Venti tilted his head.

“Oh, no. She sent a letter. Apparently a big trial involving the traveler is going on today. Something to do with a train of missing women. I do hope they figure it out,” Nahida bowed her head.

Ei nodded, “Sounds like the traveler gets into way too much trouble. Everywhere they go, they end up in some grand scheme.”

Venti elbowed Zhongli, “I agree. Hey didn’t you fake your death while they were in Liyue? Some welcoming for the ‘Great Hero of Teyvat’!”

Zhongli grabbed his side, “You seem to like pushing your limits, Barbatoes.”

“Always so uptight! Maybe you should relax!” The bard smirked.

“Don’t you dare.”

“And if I dare?” He started poking the stoic man’s side, only for said man to grab his wrist as a final warning.

“Lay off.”

“Such a buzzkill.”

“Did I mention that I prefer peace in my nation? Don’t start something we all know you can’t finish, Venti,” Nahida grew a flower, letting it blow with the breeze towards Venti.

“Getting told off by the youngest, isn’t that sad?” Ei sipped her tea.

“Do not forget that I am also the wisest. I know how that situation would play out for both of you,” she fiddled with her hair, “Come to think of it, actually, that would be quite a sight to see. Continue if you wish, I suppose.”

“I say, if he continues, he’s going to get his ship wrecked,” Zhongli threatened.

“To change the topic, oh and it’s too late. They’re arguing,” Ei sighed.

“Just let them go on, he’ll learn his lesson eventually,” Nahida grew a new purple flower and passed it to Ei.

“Oh, this is beautiful! What flower is it?”

“It’s my specialty! I believe my people call it the Sumeru Rose.”

“It is very pretty."

Meanwhile:

“If you so much and poke me one more time, Venti, I will personally make sure you learn not to do it again,” Zhongli attempted to stand, only to crumble in on himself due to a jab directly to his hip.

“Ohh! That’s a new one!” Venti yelled as he reached to do it again. He would’ve succeeded, had he been a little quicker.

“I warned you, Barbatoes.”

Suddenly, Venti had been flipped onto his back with a vengeful-looking Zhongli sitting on his thighs.

“Heh…”

“Don’t kill him!” Ei called out.

Zhongli refused to look away from the younger, but replied, "No promises."

“I… had this coming,” Venti tried to wriggle away, but failed.

“Yes. You did,” Zhongli scowled, placing a jab to his side.

“Ihi think we could stihil tahalk about ihit.”

“Hm,” the older moved his hands to hover over the bard's stomach.

“Ihi dohont think this ihis necesSAHARAY!”

“Oh, but it is!” He made this comment as he skittered 5 fingers across the other's stomach.

"Nohoho!!"

With the more peaceful archons:

Ei sipped her tea, "How long do you think they'll go for?"

Nahida tilted her head, "I would imagine that Zhongli will not stop until he gets an apology and a promise that he'll be left alone."

"That does sound realistic. If I recall correctly, however, Venti is rather stubborn. It might take a moment for that apology to even be considered."

"From what I've gathered, he also cannot take what he dishes out," the child paused, "Oh! I forgot to mention Sumeru`s fine desserts! I'll bring it up when Ventil should apologize."

"Perfect." Ei smiled. However, she immediately covered her ears due to the screech coming from the god of freedom.

"Wow," Zhongli almost stopped, "That will be noted."

Nahida glanced over, "What did you do?"

"Squeezed his knee. Though, I didn't expect that," he lifted his hand that wasn't in use and pointed to a very, very red Venti, who was still trying to muffle his laughter. Emphasis on 'trying'.

"Shuhuhut uhup!"

Zhongli smirked, reaching back to the poor bard's knee, "Well that is not very nice, now is it?"

Que the shriek.

"Oh my, you are so loud! Too bad the entirety of Teyvat is now unable to hear because of it," Ei teased. If there was a color redder than Venti was before, he was that now.

"Shuhuhush!"

Zhongli almost laughed, almost, "Do you not learn? Respect your elders!"

And another screech.

"Leahahvehe myhy knehe alohohone!" Venti screamed, starting to kick violently.

"Then be nice."

"Whyhyhy?"

"You kind of asked for it," Nahida stood up, "is now a good time to mention that dessert is ready?"

"Ohh, nice. If only a certain archon would apologize so we could eat without ear-piercing screeching," The electro archon stood as well. Walking over to Venti and squeezing his ribs.

"NEHEVEHER!"

"No dessert for you, then."

"THAHAT'S NOHOT FAHAIHIR!!"

"Then say sorry."

"NOHOHOHO!"

"In that case, you made me do it," Zhongli shot both his hands up to the younger's upper ribs. Ei laid off, not wanting to overwhelm Venti.

"NOHOHO! OKAY OKAHAY IHIM SOHOHORRY! STAHAHAP!"

With that, Zhongli stopped and climbed off of Venti. Said god took in greedy breaths.

"Are you done with pestering me now?"

"Yehes."

"Okay. Then shall we start dessert?" Nahida skipped over to the other three, a little rosyness dusting her cheeks. Everyone decided not to mention it, mainly because they wanted their fair share of dessert.

It's safe to say Venti chose not to annoy Zhongli any further.

#genshin impact #tickle content #tickle fic #genshin venti #zhongli #genshin ei #nahida

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tieflingtareon · 6 months

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There's Nothing Wrong Contemplating Gods (You're in the wind, I'm in the water)

[A 'My Love, Are You the Devil' prequel]

Chapter 1 | Words: 4.1k

Summary: "The past is lost to you. Let me clear up some mysteries, then. We share so much history." The history between Tir'yal, Child of Bhaal, and Enver, the Chosen of Bane explained in a non-linear format.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51625999/chapters/130498312

Tir’yal circled the desk slowly, his dagger dragging across the edge of the wood ever so lightly. Enver was late. Again. He’d been absent for several days now, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves.

He wasn’t sure when he started to expect letters. Coded or otherwise. Usually coded. Enver was well studied in the art of languages, just as he was well studied in most things. Machinery, magic, politics — there wasn’t anything that man couldn’t learn to do with his mind or hands. It was…admirable. Tir’yal rarely met anyone who was on his level when it came to intellect. Enver always provided stimulating conversation, even on topics Tir’yal did not care for.

It had been a tenday since he had a decent conversation with another soul, and it was making him irritated. Irritation made him more prone to slicing throats to shut up dimwitted fools. Enver praised him for his self control, but it was held on a fine leash at all times when it came to any other but him, and Father, of course.

“Oh Vile Master, you’ve been brooding far too long! Shouldn’t you be out there, striking fear into the hearts of mortal men?” Sceleritas appeared at his side with a tut of disapproval. Such a mouthful of a name for a butler. Tir'yal usually just called him 'Fel'. “Your Father thinks you have been wasting too much time in the office of Bane’s worshipper this season. You could be out in the street, wetting your blade, continuing your experiments. Oh, your lovely experiments - your pickling methods are quite divine." He laughed.

“I’m waiting for him to arrive. Experiments can wait. It’s unlike him to be absent from his office for so many days.”

“Perhaps you should take it as a sign, Milord…?” Fel offered and Tir’yal glared down at the butler with murderous intent, making the butler chuckle. “Oh please, Young Master, be reasonable. Your Father only ever asks blood and worship of you. Surely you can spare him a single night? You've been distracted, slacking, but we can get you back on the path of shameless barbarity in no time!"

Tir’yal rumbled a growl low in his chest but considered it.

“Find out where Enver is hiding, and I will spill enough blood tonight to make up for the nights I have been absent to Father’s call. Will that satisfy?"

“You know he does not like when you bargain like that, Milord.” Fel sighed, but Tir’yal already knew he’d relent to his wishes. He was his butler after all, even if Bhaal created him, his purpose was the serve his son. “A nasty habit you’ve gained since meeting that Banite.”

“It is a skill most useful. I’d be a fool to say otherwise.” Tir’yal quirked a brow, waiting for Fel to give in. The butler sighed and popped away, leaving Tir’yal alone to wait on his return. He used his dagger to clean the grime from beneath his claws. He hoped Father was not too disgruntled with him. He did intend to keep his word, but he knew he’d be in no mood for bloodshed if he didn’t have answers. Enver never remained far from reach, and to have his contact limited in such a way without any warning…It bugged him.

After a few minutes, Fel returned, giving a gracious bow.

“Bane’s Lordling resides within his God’s temple, to the east of here.” He informed and Tir’yal frowned.

“And what was he doing?”

“I’m afraid I cannot say. I am not permitted to enter the grounds of another God, Milord. All I know is that his stink lingers there." Fel pulled a face like he'd smelt something disgusting. His butler always did have a sensitive nose, remarking on the foul stench of many.

“I see…Thank you, Fel. Take leave.” Tir’yal slotted his dagger away and made for the window.

“Where are you going, Master?”

“To visit the temple of Bane.” Tir’yal answered, shutting the window sharply behind him as Fel started up with his worrying babble about Father being displeased. It was obvious to him that the only way he’d get in contact with Enver is if he went to the temple himself. Father may not like it, but if he’d learnt anything from his partnership with Enver, it was that connections mattered in the real world. Keeping connections strong was key to successful alliances.

Not that he had many of those. He didn’t have use for many others. Enver was an exception. He provided him with easy kills, and Tir’yal provided him with an extra step on his ladder of dead and ‘missing’ persons to the top. Ever since their first heist together, he knew he could trust Enver as far as he could throw him, which was far enough to be out of range of a thunderwave, so it was good enough for him.

Tir'yal remembered very little past the age of ten, but after the first heist and a few cups of wine to celebrate, Enver had told him they'd once been good friends as children. He figured that alone was good enough reason to ally themselves together. He may be okay with killing those he cared for, but he doubted Enver would betray him given their past. Not without good reason at least. Humans were sentimental like that, and Enver wasn't stupid. Enver knew they had a good alliance going. They were both useful to each other, and they benefited from working together.

Tir’yal had never been to the temple of Bane before. His own home, his own temple, was locked far out of reach of others. Not even Enver knew it’s location. Tir’yal only knew the location of Bane’s because he followed the man once before to the place. Enver himself rarely made an appearance in the building from his knowledge, so to be there now struck him as strange. Had he been there for past tenday, hidden from the world?

He looked at the temple hidden in the side of the mountain and walked up to the steps without hesitation, despite the baneguards outside. One looked ready to draw it's blade before it paused. Tir'yal tilted his head at the skeleton.

"Yes?" He waited to see if the creature would strike, but it didn't, instead stepping aside for him to proceed inside. He wondered if that was by Enver's order. The creatures may have been raised by the clerics of Bane, but they seemed to take orders from Enver, and by extension Bane, these days. Though, he was no adventurer or scavenger, and maybe they knew that. Maybe that made him an exception to the ones they'd usually skewer.

He continued inside with his head held high, surveying the hallway. He doubted any of the worshippers there would halt the infamous son of Bhaal either. He received a strange look from one clergy, and a small glare from another the deeper he went, but as he predicted, nobody stopped him. Perhaps they knew he would not hesitate to cut them down. Well…he might. These were Enver’s fellow cultists after all. Would he take offence if he reacted in self defence? Was it truly self defence if he knew he could kill them with ease?

He turned to a worshipper in a dark robe and held the hilt of his sheathed dagger, tilting his head at them.

“Where does Lord Gortash reside?”

“You are not welcome in the Dark One’s temple, Bhaalspawn.” The woman looked at him from beneath her hood, eyes as dark as coal and her face covered in ink. “You may wonder, but you are not owed answers. The child of a slave is still bound by the same chains.”

Tir’yals stared down at her and smiled even as white hot rage burned inside him.

“If you ever insult my Father like that again, I’ll flay the skin and muscle from your bones.” He did not need to snarl or growl to get his threat across. The ice in his voice and the smile on his lips was enough. “I’ll take your tongue and feed it to you, extract your innards and hang them from the torches in your halls to honour my creator. I’ll only ask once more. Where is your most faithful? Do be quick. I don’t typically give third chances. Though, I’m happy to give you more if you allow me to take a finger and toe every time you fail to provide information.”

The woman was silent a long moment, her face hidden by her hood, her hand wrapped around the hilt of her own sword. Tir’yals patience was growing thin, the Urge stirring with ravenous hunger, clicking his dagger free as he heard footsteps. Familiar ones he had long ago imprinted to his memory.

“Why...what a surprise.” Enver clapped his hands together, genuinely looking a little caught off guard. He hadn’t been expecting him. “Child of Bhaal, standing before me in the Dark One’s temple. Have you finally come to swear your allegiance to the more powerful God?” Enver chuckled and Tir’yal huffed, stowing his blade away and glaring at the cloaked woman.

“My Father’s power rivals Banes own. Do not insult me by asking such a question.” His eyes ran over his figure. His white and silver robes had been replaced with an outfit as pitch black as a moonless night, lacking embellishments. The pleated robe remained untied, the pants likely an expensive leather from what Tir'yal knew of the man, his black shirt draping over his frame and open wide at the collar, the cloth looking like a delicate chiffon a nobleman would wear to bed. He looked both comfortable yet dressed up all at once, his dark hair tied back from his face, the short ponytail curling around one side of his neck, and a single dark silver bead hanging from a thin braid. That annoying long yet short part that couldn't stay with the rest of the ponytail or match with the length of his bangs.

“We can leave that debate for another day.” Enver mused and patted his back. “Come, come, I was just on my way to the prayer hall.” He guided the Bhaalspawn along with a hand on his back, cane clinking against the stone floors. His knee must have been acting up, to use it in front of his fellow cultists. It was colder in the temple than in his office. Enver treated his cane like decoration on the days he had to go into public with it, but more often than not, he left it in his office or chambers and bore the pain of the old injury with a calm smile.

“What in the Nine Hells brought you here, Tir’yal?” Enver asked, voice softer now, more inquisitive. Less boastful when it was just the two of them. He liked hearing the difference between the way Enver spoke with him and with everybody else. “I’d think your Father would rather hang you than let you step a foot into this temple.”

“I made a bargain.”

“Oh?” He sounded intrigued.

“I’ll kill some extra people in his name tonight. To appease him.”

“He is easily appeased, that Father of yours.” Enver drawled as they entered a dimly lit room. The artificer conjured up a small flame on the tip of his finger and lit a few more candles, the orange glow of them illuminating the shiny coat of the black gauntlet.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Tir’yal stated bluntly and Enver’s eyebrows raised, but did not jump. Like he was expecting his words.

“Now, why ever would you think that?” Enver blew out the flame on his finger and stared at him with dark, murky eyes, waiting for him to respond.

“…You haven’t sent a single letter to me in a tenday. You haven’t been in your office in the evenings, like you usually are.”

“Has your sister really bored you that much in my absence that you had to come here?” Enver smoothed his fingers over the table and rubbed away the faint layer of dust on his skin with a purse of his lips. Somebody was slacking. “Alas, it's my duty to keep a watchful eye over this place. Make sure it’s tidy. Keep it orderly.”

“Orin is Orin. I need not get into that." Tir'yal suppressed an eye roll. "Duty or not, you are never out of reach. I don’t like it when you disappear so suddenly, without a word. Should something happen, we need to remain informed.”

“Dearest, if you missed me, you can just say so.” Enver smirked.

"Have you been here this whole time?" Tir'yal ignored his flirtatious commentary. He'd seen him use the same line on plenty of noble men and women before, and he would not allow it to get beneath his skin.

"Ah, well...not the entire time, but yes. I've been...called here, I suppose. Bane has not yet told me why, but all we can do as the faithful of Gods is have patience. Heed their calls and wait for their commands." Enver pursed his lips. "Though, the space here for my work is tediously small in comparison to my office, or my workshop."

He waved the compliant off, like it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

“Come. Come close. Fill me in on your eventual tenday without my company while I pray.”

“I shouldn’t be here to begin with. I serve my creator, my Father, not Bane.” To stand in front of another God's altar was blasphemous enough. He was only glad Fel couldn't follow him inside and keep his prying eye on him for Father.

“What difference does it make if you aren’t the one praying? Bane may not be your God, but he is mine, and you are encroaching on time that is reserved for him.” Enver scowled, not taking kindly to Tir'yals flippancy in his Lord's temple. “You’re already here anyway, against your Father’s wishes. Usually I do not mind praying in my office, but I worked hard to build this temple up from the rubble it once was in this city. You can go, or you can stand and wait. Neither are of concern to me.”

Enver huffed and with the help of his cane, he came to kneel before the altar without buckling, placing the cane in front of him and folding his hands over in his lap, eyes falling shut. He bowed his head to the black gauntlet, promptly ignoring the other. Anyone else wouldn't dare turn their back to a Bhaalspawn, but he knew Tir'yal well enough that he could keep his compulsions in check. For the most part, unlike his darling sister, Orin.

Tir'yals lip twitched, the urge to snarl back barely repressed. He supposed Enver was right. He usually was. It was hard for a literal genius to be wrong. He huffed softly and leaned back against the wall by the door, watching the other.

Bane's altar was different to Bhaal's. There was no sacrificial slab, nor blood or gore...the room was fairly pristine actually. No clutter. Even with all the offerings on the table before Enver, it was organised. Something he knew the man instinctively wasn't from what he'd seen in his office and workshop. His eyes wandered along the walls, the grand statue behind the gauntlet of the one who once made a servant of his own Father.

Bhaal knew making allies after his resurrection was necessary, but he didn't have to like it. His Father reminded him often of how much he disliked the Banite he kept as company, even if he was useful to them, and would continue to be. Tir'yal could feel it, the restlessness in his Father as of recent. He wasn't one to question him, but he was curious to what Bhaal was planning. He rarely kept secrets from him, or so he liked to think. Father loved him, much more than any other of his children, and he loved him back with ferocity, even when he forced his hand with the Urge.

Tir'yal did not dislike murder, but there was...he supposed he didn't like purposeless murder, even if he enjoyed the gore. Which was ironic, given who he was. His compulsions. Murder needed a reason, and Enver gladly provided reasons when he gave him his targets, but Tir'yal also liked to feel things when he murdered. Not his Father's bloodlust or the cultists cold detachment, or Gods forbidden the maniacal joy Orin derived from it. There was so much more satisfaction in killing those who invoked rage in him, who made it feel like more than an itch scratched, like the first time.

There had been reason for his first true massacre. Bhaal's love. An expression of devotion to his creator, who could have taken back what he gave in an instant. There had been feelings when he did sunk his blade into flesh, intense, soul crushing feelings that made the deaths mean so much more. The grief he felt, mixed with the desperate worship had felt addictive. Nothing had ever compared to that, as much as he tried to replicate it. Nothing could compare to watching the light leave the eyes of his parents who raised him from infancy, or the blood-choked sobs from his brothers lips upon the altar. The betrayal that he had felt from them and even himself. Bitter and sweet all at once.

Their deaths had been necessary to start over, to become Bhaals. His family had tried to change him, to shame him for his compulsions, for his true nature, even as they repeated how much they loved him, how much they cared. And he had cared too, in his own way...but the only one who would accept the true him was Bhaal. His real Father.

The grief had been worth the unconditional love of his creator.

So he gave in. Sure, there were times he refused to kill, but that was because of his own weaknesses. He lived as a human too long before he accepted his true destiny, and Father said it left a stain on his soul. But that he could cover it with blood and let it be forgotten beneath the viscera of others. So when he weakened, when he failed, those were the times he paid his penance in blood. Often his own. He was happy to give it, to cover the stains of humanity on his soul, to try and cut and bleed it out of himself. All in the efforts to be Bhaal's favoured son.

And he was. He was Father's, made of his blood and divine essence. There was nowhere else he could go, no one else he could be. Bhaal was everything, and he belonged to him. His purpose was to be his, his executioner, his slayer, his blade - his heir.

It was the greatest honour that could be bestowed upon him.

His eyes fell to Enver as the man raised his head and turned his cheek to his shoulder, his eyes not focused on the other, but to the darkness of the room. The glow of the candles caressed his features, and Tir'yal admired the curling and flickering shadows across the humans face.

"He's near. Can you feel it?" Enver tilted his chin up, dark eyes clashing with the glowing eyes of his companion. "He’s getting closer every day, speaking to me more and more clearly, rather than in whispers." Enver's eyes shone in the low light, enraptured by the heavy presence cloaking his shoulders, unseen but known. Bane was with them, with him.

"My peers think him a distant god, but I know better. He and I have a connection like no other.” He turned back towards the gauntlet and bowed his head, using his cane to help him stand back up, back straight and head held high. Tir'yals tail gave a small flick as he approached slowly. Cautious. The air in the room had changed, now that it was brought to his attention.

“A decade of worship...and not once has he truly left me." Enver smiled. "I knew one day he'd reward my efforts in his name." The candlelight warped, flicking wildly as Tir'yal came to stand beside the other, eyeing the statue wearily. Enver did not seem concerned in the slightest even as the shadows of the room seemed to bleed further towards them, towards the tinkerer. Tir'yal gripped the hilt of his blade tighter on instinct.

"Don’t you feel it too?" Enver's smile only grew wider, his grin crinkling the bags beneath his eyes. A bitingly cold breeze past over Tir'yal and he sucked in a sharp breath, Enver's robe rustling as the man exhaled out a cloud of mist. "The presence of our Gods are getting stronger each day. They feed off our work in their name. And we only help them grow stronger.”

The flames of the candles extinguished with a gust, leaving them in pitch black. Enver laughed, warm and full bodied.

"Tonight. Tonight, I think we reap the benefits of our labours." Enver whispered an incantation, the blue dancing lights coming from his palm enveloped in shadows, turning it a dark grey colour. Enver's eyes shone, and Tir'yal was certain he would be the only one who would ever see pure elation on the artificers face. There was fascination in his eyes, something he only held for his precious machines.

Enver's hand flexed and with a crackle, the twirling lights becoming laced with golden accents.

"Tonight, we become more than servants to our Gods." Enver looked up at him and Tir'yal couldn't help but stare. Enver looked otherworldly, caressed by the golden flickers of his spell. "I have no doubts your Father awaits. You should go to him."

Enver extinguished the light with a flick of his wrist and took Tir'yals arm, acting as the lead between them towards the door, but Tir'yal knew he was the only one who could actually see in the darkness, guiding the man out of the main prayer room.

Beneath torch light, Enver looked even more windswept, hair messy and robe near slipping from one shoulder. He could see in his eyes that he was much too preoccupied mentally to even notice. Tir'yal pinched the seam and righted the robe before stepping away from him, Enver's attention coming back to him.

"Go. I will see you tomorrow, in my office. I imagine we'll have much to discuss. I have a good feeling."

"If you say so..." Tir'yal hesitated before turning his back to the Banite, his claws rapping against the hilt of his dagger. He found his way back to the front entrance of the temple and made his way down the steps, Fel appearing before him.

"Oh Master, you stink!" The butler complained. "Like smoke and burning metal. I knew telling you where Bane's faithful was was an awful idea." He tutted. "You didn't even come out with any blood on you!"

"I think I'm ready to spill some though. Thank you, Fel." Tir'yal smiled and looked back at the temple. Something about tonight was special. Enver was certain about it.

Tir'yal would be a fool to believe the man wrong.

He smiled, mind stuck replaying the look of elation on the Banite's face, the warm fingers curled around his bicep, the near see-through material of his bed shirt, soft against his skin. It felt only right to kill the first dark haired man he saw, relishing in the warm blood as it poured over his hand, his blade, twisting it in a sharp turn of his wrist before pulling out half way, thrusting it back in deeper.

The choked cry from the man made his skin burn, but it wasn't quite the right note he'd been hoping for. He'd have to find someone else to finish the melody in his mind, to satisfy the tune he was creating as he spilt blood and hummed all the while, waiting for just that perfect pitch that would scratch the itch.

He didn't find it that night before he retired to his chambers, still painted in crimson. He thought maybe he'd find it in his dreams. Yet, all he found was a haze of red, his Father's presence wrapping around him, clinging to his skin.

"My Son," He whispered, calling him closer to sink into the pool of red, to let it envelop him. Growing louder as Tir'yal walked into his bloody embrace. "My Chosen."

When he opened his eyes the next morning, the first words on his lips were a reverent whisper of his Father's name.

But his first thought was of Enver Gortash, Bane's Chosen.

#bg3 fanfiction #durgetash #enver gortash #durge #bg3 durge #the dark urge #durge x gortash #gortash x durge

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😍 I’ve been scrolling through your blog all evening, your work is BEAUTIFUL! I had no idea you could make books look so gorgeous. I’ve been interested in book binding for quite a while, but have been intimidated to take the first step. How did you get into it? Did you take classes, or follow something online? Or, do you already have a post where you talk about that? Seeing your work makes it seem so worth it, even if it seems intimidating to tackle 💖💖

Oh my goodness, than you so much!!! Sometimes I feel like I have a long ways to go, but then sometimes I take a step back and say, hey, this IS fairly rad, isn't it!

But I completely know what you mean about the craft seeming intimidating. I am here to tell you that the way it feels too overwhelming to get started is one of the main speed bumps about this craft, including for leveling up while inside it. I've got a number of projects I'm wrestling in terms of intimidation right now, even though I know I've dealt with this before, and what I do is probably going to be just FINE. Books are such, like.... iconic objects, it's hard to look at a fancy one and decide that you can totally do that too. But this is honestly a craft where I have an easier time encouraging beginners than many of my others, and I've got resources for you.

Where I got started!! It was honestly super trivial stuff, my dad doesn't love reading documents on his computer for work, and he showed me how he was printing off booklets and folding them in half and doing a line of stitches down the middle, and I was like '...........SO IF I WANTED TO PRESERVE A WEBNOVEL--' and things WENT from there. I started with what I could scrounge up on google, but there are better options, and a LOT of them, and a thriving ficbinding community which is pretty good (on tumblr at least) about sharing resources with each other.

So, what I'm about to go into here is largely focused on ficbinding and webnovels and other books with CONTENT, I know some people have a great time making blank notebooks, but my mind has always slid off those. If you're intimidated by the steps involved in formatting text for printing, that may be something you enjoy!!

I think I've got a few asks about this in my spock-replies or my bookbinding tag that go over similar information in different form, but this was the first one I tripped across, with my personal rundown of what I would use to get started with a casebound book (which is most of what I've done. If you're intimidated by a full hardcover with a covered spine, then a coptic bound book will provide similar function, with different construction and an open spine, but I still haven't gotten off my ass to do one of those yet, so I don't have resources on hand. I found my footing using Sealemon's videos, not just the one linked but some of the others as well. I tend to make beefy books that aren't suited to decorative binding styles, but I want to try that, someday. But I also have like ten projects in progress and things are kind of oh-god-let-me-off-mr-toad's-wild-ride, so... not yet.

After I got comfortable with Sealemon, I dug into the DAS bookbinding channel, which is a DELIGHT. The guy who runs the channel is incredibly chill and soothing to listen to, and he knows so much and has SUCH an archive of different techniques and styles. I still haven't gotten super adventurous, and honestly this is still a channel where I get intimidated about trying something new, but there's material that's not an intricate four-part series, there's things like doing a pamphlet binding. Other youtube channels with bookbinders tend to be very helpful as well, and some like annesi binding tackle cool topics that can be hard to find elsewhere. Part of the trouble with bookbinding is that a ton of cultures developed similar ideas independently and riffed on them for CENTURIES, so there is unimaginable variety in the creative space. Video works better for me to understand how it goes than written accounts do, but it's a huge space to find a comfortable nest in.

And!! In the middle of all this, i was pointed at @renegadepublishing, which is a community largely focused on ficbinding (but also open to other endeavors as well), and just a lovely place that's been so helpful to me. There are resource documents that I believe are in the sidebar, and I think there's a dreamwidth community as well where I think they've been crossposted. I know some people involved in that community also post on r/bookbinding, though if you're more interested in binding fanfic, there's also an r/ficbinding community that may be more tailored to your passions. I'm delighted that you liked my books, but renegadepublishing regularly reblogs things from other binders that leave me absolutely starry-eyed, and it's fantastic for inspiration as well as education!

Okay, I think that's what I've got for now. That was basically the slippery slide I fell down, where I just desperately wanted to preserve mxtx's books in english, before there was any hint of an official license. That directed me down a path of learning how to make Big Books, and my own attention span drove me to figure out how to do it fast. There was a long youtube spiral while also using the renegade resources to give me a second bonus perspective that helped me understand WHY i was doing certain things. Part of what helped me out is that I have a stubborn thing where 'what do you mean i can't buy X? fine, then i'm going to MAKE X.' and that served me well here. But also, I can't undersell the excitement of holding a book you made from a piece of beloved fanfiction for the first time (no matter how crooked it is!) and opening it, and seeing the words on the page, physically, and shaped like a real book, and that thrill has carried me forward through a year and a half of this nonsense.

#spock replies #long post #bookbinding

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Your story with Law and the miscarriage feels very real to me. I didn't struggle to get pregnant but as I was on my second pregnancy I also got the 'there should be a heartbeat, let's just wait one or two more weeks, we could be wrong about the time...' when I was around 6 weeks, but the next consultation showed no heartbeat and no growth and I had a dead fetus in my belly for around 3 weeks before my miscarriage. It hurt like hell. And the actual sound of the blood clot hitting the toilet was truly real to me because the same happened to me. The physical pain was beyond anything I've felt, compared maybe to labour pains, and the psychological pain was quite hard as well. I regretted having told my parents and brother about the pregnancy because then it hurt like hell having to tell them about the miscarriage.

I didn't try again yet, since I already have one child but I have made peace with it. I'm fine now and I do hope this story has a happier ending.

Just wanted you to know that this feels very real and you are doing an excellent job. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️

oh my goodness anon, this message has seriously touched me, thank you so much for sharing your story and i'm so beyond happy that my little fanfiction has brought some comfort. from the other side of the fertility coin, i can absolutely sympathize and i am so sorry for the experience you went through. the fact that you shared that is a testament to your strength and i sincerely hope you and your family are doing well!!! i'm sending you all of my best wishes, whether you try again or not, you are truly loved and supported. thank you thank you THANK YOU so much for sharing this with me, god i wish i could hug you ;w;

i'm also kind of... relieved? in a strange way. i know that sounds seriously bizarre to say, but ive definitely mentioned at least once that this fic is coming from a really personal place, so recently i've started to question whether i'm making it too raw or too deep. but reading your ask gave me the reminder that i needed that topics like these are just that- raw and emotional, and that these stories deserve to be told, regardless of the format!

i can't remember if i said it in any of the chapters yet or not, but if anyone else who has read my fic struggles with any sort of reproductive health-related issues (really, anything! fertility, pcos, endo, pregnancy support, etc etc), i seriously encourage seeking out positive support groups either online or in person! throughout the research i've done on this fic, i've found a large amount of online forums dedicated to supporting women and afab people through their pregnancy journeys, the highs, the lows, and everything in between. one in particular that has been a constant read for me has been What To Expect . their community page has given me hope for humanity. r/endo on reddit has also been an amazing resource for support and experiences!

((and yes, i've started to promise it a lot more for the worried readers, but this fic will have a VERY happy ending for reader and law!!! its quite a bumpy road, and their hurdles aren't over yet, but i already have the ending written and it makes up for all of their struggles <3))

#anon #not a fic #asksforD

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islandofsages · 2 years

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this is what love feels like.

summary: in which you tell them about queerplatonic relationships (because you want one with them ♡)

characters: thoma, xinyan, zhongli (separate)

tags: gn!reader, fluff, hc/scenario format kinda

warnings: none

author's notes: i picked my top 3 faves for this hehe (though i self-ship queerplatonically with zhongli only actually ...)

thoma

has vaguely heard of the term but doesn’t actually know what it entails

when you briefly tell him what it is, he nods understandingly and rubs his chin with his hand, processing what you’ve told him. the wrinkles that appear on his face as he scrunches his face and shut his eyes worry you; what a serious expression, you thought. but before you could ask what’s wrong, he’s back to being all smiles

“oh, so that’s what it is. then…i wanna be with you in that way, (y/n).”

his confession caught you slightly off guard but you’re glad that he feels the same plus he was all shy when he confessed and you internally gushed over that fact

sometimes he’d get intimate with you unintentionally so he apologizes every time he does it - he can’t help it, you’re just so endearing!

he’s like an excited little puppy; giddy at the fact that you’re his partner. you. how amazing is that? surely it was a blessing from the gods. he goes to pray at the grand narukami shrine even more often now even though guuji yae gives him the, quote-unquote, “heebie-jeebies”

loves hugging you so, so much! though if you don’t like hugs then he’d make sure to ask first or at least limit how much he hugs you. maybe he’ll even save it for more special occasions

he’d tell ayaka and ayato about you two’s relationship at least and regret it because the siblings keep teasing him about it, though if word got out he wouldn’t outright deny it

if you two decide to live together, he’s already planning on becoming your full-time househusband (or housepartner if you dislike that term) you debate on whether you should tell him that he’s a malewife

it’s impossible to be unhappy when you’re with him. maybe if you ever have the time, you’ll go visit the shrine with him and thank the archons for granting you such a loving partner.

xinyan

has heard of the term before from her friends and fans in general - her fanbase is made up of so many different types of people after all

“you mean besties who kiss each other, right?”

you lightly smack her as she insists it’s a joke

she tells you she’s open to the idea of one and doesn’t mind trying it out so you respond by confessing to her

she seems shocked but she doesn’t hesitate to agree to become your partner. she then tells you that she thinks she feels the same…she’s not too sure but she bets it’s different from the crushes people have been talking about

she doesn’t seem to treat you much differently from before but if you want, she’d initiate more intimate gestures! plus, even if you don’t want that, she’s still gonna warm up to you sooner or later

very vocal about your relationship because she doesn’t like people to assume things about the two of you; the public and press always have a way of painting a bad picture and spreading false information everywhere. and also because she loves you so much and wants the whole world to know that she has the best partner in the world!

she would write so many songs inspired, about and for you. she just cherishes you so much and thinks you’re the best thing that has ever happened to her

“hey people! this here’s a new song and it’s dedicated to my one and only, (y/n)!”

you’re absolutely helpless when she does that; all you can do is blush and grin to yourself. as far as you’re concerned, she’s also your one and only.

zhongli

does not know what a qpr is at first but he’s willing to learn; he always is, especially for you

when you educate him further on the topic, his eyes widen and you ask him if he’s okay. he chuckles and shakes his head, a cute little smile on his face

“i’m fine, (y/n). on the contrary, i feel as if a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders.”

he tells you that a lot of things make sense now - he always had his eye on you but to call it a romantic crush would be inaccurate. and so he always questioned what he was feeling towards you. he has you to thank for enlightening him

…realizes that he technically confessed

he turns pink at the realization and you can’t help but laugh. you then proceed to tell him not to worry because the feeling’s mutual. he sighs a breath of relief he’s still pink though and you indulge in his adorableness

oh, he is so, so careful with you in your relationship. he doesn’t mean to be so cautious but he’s afraid of accidentally overstepping any boundaries, especially because each qpr is different. so you tell him that he can just ask if you’d be comfortable with any certain gesture or not and he took it to heart - he’s always asking if he can hold your hand or cuddle you or even kiss you

and if you’re not the affectionate type, he’s fine with that too. as long as he can call you his partner, he’s content with anything. but even then, he still wants some physical affection so he ends up asking to cuddle from time to time

he’d buy you so many gifts, oh boy, and you have to scold him every now and then just so he won’t go broke

he’s not the type to mind what people say about you two but if you’re uncomfortable with people calling you a couple, he’d politely correct others on what you two truly are: more than just lovers.

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It's been a while since I've done a Chortle headlines roundup. I used to do them more regularly, then I did a couple in a row where it was heavy on the post-documentary Russell Brand headlines, and that was so depressing that I cut them out for a while. Let's do a new one. I'll make this one shorter.

Oh for the love of God, Chortle. Please do not make me look at weeks of Ricky Gervais headlines in the leadup to/aftermath of the video release of Armageddon. He could not possibly need the publicity less, for so many reasons. Obviously you shouldn't be a cunt. Everyone who's going to think that already thinks it, everyone else isn't going to change, don't make us fucking read about it.

This looks like a headline that would appear on some sort of parody show. You know, if the BBC hadn't cancelled all its news/topical parody shows in the name of the exact balance mandate that I assume is the subject of that article, though I don't actually know, I'm not clicking on that.

You are doing New Year's Treat wrong, guys. It's supposed to be on New Year's and it's also supposed to have people who are famous (sorry, I'm sure it'll be fun and the people they've cast will be fine, I'm just still mildly annoyed that this year was their one chance to cast John Oliver while he was striking, the stars aligned with him having recently worked with Alex on the Horne Section show, it's gone forever now).

If anyone has the opportunity to see Pierre Novellie's Why Are You Laughing when he tours it next year, I cannot recommend it highly enough. I'm now wishing I had recommended other things less highly in the past, so I could lend more weight to this one. It's amazingly funny, and amazingly well written. It should... I mean, I was thinking it should be a strong contender for the best show (of Edinburgh 2023) award until I heard Ahir Shah's show, and I do now think they made the right choice in giving it to Ahir Shah. But it was the second best Edinburgh 2023 show, of the 40-ish I've heard. It should at least have been nominated.

Can I say something mildly sacrilegious? I'm not sure about this. I am obviously a devotee of Sam Campbell, and my view of Lucy Beaumont has wavered slightly as I've come to realize just how much she's maybe not kidding most of the time, but I do find her very funny. I just think... the proverbial straight man in a comedy group exists for a reason, you know? I don't know how well it'll work to put those two together without someone else to balance it out, they won't have anything to play off. It feels a bit too heavy on Avalan throwing together two fan favoruites from a popular TV show, more than thinking about what pairings would actually work well together. Especially since there doesn't seem to be a planned format or anything. I also don't really think they're as similar as people have suggested.

Having said that, obviously I'm going to listen to this, and I can absolutely picture a scenario in which I finish the first episode and write a glowing post about how I've been proven wildly wrong and concede that I should never have doubted their brilliance. I hope it happens that way.

I know I'm mildly annoyed at him right now, but this show is very good and people should see it if they can. One of my favourite things out of all he's ever done. He did a little preview of bits he's added to it on the latest Bugle episode, and I enjoyed that a lot.

Oh fuck off. No, come on, fuck off. You are not going to force me to engage with whatever the fuck VR is by having Mae Martin do it. It won't work.

...Having said that, is there a way to take a VR set and turn it into nice normal 2D video so I can watch the Mae Martin set? I have no idea if that's possible and I refuse to Google it, no one needs to encourage Mark Zuckerburg. But obviously I want to see what Mae Martin's doing.

I quite enjoyed this little clip. I've never been to Scotland, but this is exactly how I imagine the Edinburgh Festival, I'm currently planning a probably-actually-for-real-this-time trip for Edinburgh 2024, and I will be wildly disappointed if the festival isn't exactly like this.

Weirdly, there was nothing on the Chortle front page about Benjamin Zephaniah dying. He wasn't a comedian or anything, but he had connections to British comedy. I can't lie and say I was incredibly familiar with his work, but I really liked the poems of his that I'd heard and read (I did seek a few out and read them after seeing him on TV, as I quite liked him), and thought he came across very well every time I saw or heard him. And, obviously, 65 is too young and that would be a tragedy even if he weren't a very talented poet.

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different anon, but that person didn’t say authors put effort into making the text small. it’s very clear that they were saying fic authors put effort into their work and then format it the way they want. if we want to draw awareness to legitimate issues, we have to actually engage in debate no matter how tiring it is and not do the whole bad faith argument thing. and if you’re not willing to do that, totally fine! but when we make posts like yours we have to expect that type of reaction. sucks, but that’s sadly what it entails. especially on this godforsaken site…

Oooooooh my god. Oh my god. Holy fucking shit oh my god. Could you be more of a condescending tool

1) are you familiar with these things called “exaggeration” and “being frustrated” and “not taking someone being a jackass on anon in your inbox seriously?” Obviously they’re not saying that making text tiny takes effort. My counterpoint to that is that it’s literally one click, and it would not be any more effort to not make your text tiny and hard to read.

2) this isn’t a fucking debate. They were not interested in debating with me. There isn’t a debate in the first place! To suggest that there’s a “debate” to be had about accessibility and whether or not people should make their stuff more accessible, no matter the context, is showing your ableism. I made a post, perhaps in a slightly hostile tone due to the fact I was frustrated, that was asking authors to make their shit accessible to people with visual impairments. That anon came into my inbox telling me they were “disappointed” to see me asking authors to make their works more accessible. They just wanted to be mad I made a post pointing out that tiny text sucks to read.

3) the ask was not drawing awareness to legitimate issues. My post was. If someone wants to have a conversation about how to make their stuff more accessible or has actual genuine questions (or like, any questions at all, bc that ask contained none) on how to do that, I’m happy to engage, but I’m not entertaining someone trying to tell me I’m somehow wrong or rude or whatever for requesting more accessibility.

4) “but when we make posts like yours we have to expect that type of reaction.” Jesus CHRIST you channelled all of the condescension of every WASP mom having a conversation with a service employee in the world in that sentence. Idk who “we” is in this context but I absolutely do NOT have to expect nor tolerate people being assholes to me regardless of what I post! What you’re doing here is tone policing bud!! Quit it!

5) “if you’re not willing to do that, totally fine!” Eat my ass. Don’t presume what I am and am not willing to do.

6) Not that I need to give you my fucking résumé, but I’ve been on this website for 11 years. I know how it operates. I also have the added benefit of having been a queer person on the internet damn near my whole life who has made plenty of posts on various platforms in attempts to draw attention to legitimate issues with all sorts of reactions, and thanks to that experience I’m pretty good at picking up on when someone is wanting to actually engage on the topic (whether it be in good faith or bad), and when someone is just being an asshole. That ask fell squarely in the second category. I can tell because they didn’t ask any questions or suggest they wanted to actually engage in a dialogue. They just wanted to tell me they were disappointed to see me telling people to make their shit more accessible.

In conclusion: go be fucking weird and rude and condescending somewhere else. I’m not a fucking child holy shit I simply cannot get over the sheer amount of condescension in this ask

#tori answers questions #max answers questions #anonymous #who the fuck exactly do you think you are

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for superhero fic: 2, 8 (besides wtei), 9 for fine reunion: 7 for tori, 20, 22 and 13, 21 in general

Oh my god hiiii who are you <3 Putting these under a cut bc of how much I wrote LMAO

Superhero AU

2: How did you get the idea to write this?

WataEi week on twitter had a list of prompts and one of them included hero/villain au which made me think about how those are like... complicated and interesting roles for wataru and eichi respectively since theyve both played the protagonist and antagonist and how this could be an AU where you can explore that and another theme (masks) in a really fun way. It kinda like. appeared in my head fully formed especially bc superhero comics are a past special interest i've come back to a couple of times now.

8: Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

I meant to follow the broad strokes of ES1 main story and just retell it in this new framing device or rather like... see where it goes from there, so it would probably end up being Tori or Hokuto depending on where the dice of my focus falls. In a version of the story I was thinking about doing a type of monster of the week format similar to how many magical girl shows do it where the monster in question is like... the manifestation of the Mental Issues someone is having so I think in that version a lot of them have the potential to get a day in the spotlight.

Thinking about it some more though I really enjoy the worldbuilding I did for Yuzuru so. Honestly he's also a big candidate. It just feeds really well into a lot of the stuff that's happening.

9: Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

I got extremely stuck on the worldbuilding and overarching plot and how to make it work without it being boring (bc of how much of it is retelling the main story) and also just... making the kinda complex morality stuff I wanna highlight work in a kinda cartoony setting?

The other thing is smaller but Wataru alternates pronouns depending on their identity in this story (at least in Eichi's POV) and keeping that straight is a headache and a half for me tbh.

fine reunion

7: What are your plans for Tori?

Okay so the setup of this fic is, essentially, what if EP:Link bad end where fine ends up disbanding, which means... you kind of have to imagine Tori's development re: the rest of fine as being stuck in that specific point in time? The last selfish thing he asked for didn't come true, so what does that mean... in this case it means he's suspicious of Wataru and passively pissed despite being aware that it's not fully justified.

I think at the same time he's grown more independent. He's grown up in a lot of ways that we can also see in ES2 and I think has become a lot more savvy and aware of unsavory business practices both by his own family and others. I think out of fine he's the one who seems like he's changed the most simply by virtue of being the one who had the most growing up to do. I think he's both become a bit more like Eichi in the roles he fills and a lot less like Eichi in how he does it? And where it all goes... we shall see!

20: Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

fine reunion album tour. four people with pent up emotional issues. in one bus and/or hotel room.

22: Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

The reason I'm like willing to write it is because ultimately I want to lean towards fluff? I think there's ways to do this that get angsty really quickly and my original concept for it was leaning into that but ultimately I wanna focus on like... the fact that yes if fine split up these characters would stay the same in some ways but just how much personal growth is up to you as a person and imo one of the now most important things abt fine which is that they are together as a unit because they like each other and want to be.

There's still gonna be some angst and some topics are unavoidable just bc it will touch on like. idk a large part of the premise is that Eichi is doing the whole reunion bc he's doing an early retirement as an idol because of his health (no acute reasons and more of a precaution but it's still. yknow) and that Wataru left after EP:Link to become an actor. So there's issues.

General Questions:

13: Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

No promises but I still want to write something about Wataru and Keito working together on a script for Dramatica and what that would entail. I also wanna do a 5+1-ish (4+1?) thing/series about Wataru kissing the other eccentrics or something.

Part of me wants to one day do a collaboration on something with my boyfriend but we'd have to figure out the mechanics and I haven't brought it up to him yet, soooo 🤫🤫🤫

21: Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Originally I was going to do a proper sequel to the Watareichi fic I wrote that's been shrinking in scope for a variety of reasons (less interest in writing wtrei as anything but exes, dissatisfaction with the fic it'd be a sequel to). There's a longer version of the Wataru & HiMERU drabble I wrote that'll never be done because uuuuuuh I really don't care for HiMERU anymore.

I have this whole AU i plotted out at some point where Wataru and Mama have a unit together bc I thought it'd be funny for a unit swap prompt but ultimately that's probably never going to happen.

IDK I have WIPs from fandoms I'm no longer in does that count?

#enstars /#ask meme #thank you for the questions <333

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idfkwhatumdoing · 1 year

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Braces

Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader

A/N: Hello beautiful human being😻 this is my first time writing smut so plz be nice. I don’t know how to format… like at all so I hope you don’t mind this awkward introduction please give me tips on how I can make my creations more enjoyable.🥲 I hope you enjoy 😉 MDI PLEASE 🙏

Genre: smut

Yang jeongin. The school playboy of course…but he had braces? Your just transferred 1 week ago and you’ve heard quite a lot about him and we’ll he personally has done some shitty things to you. On your second say he was dared to pour milk on your head. And which he did not expecting you to react much. Oh and well you did of course. You got up and smacked him hard before going to wash up. Your “friends” told you how dumb you were for it but you couldn’t care less. Your not gonna let the schools most popular lowlife control you just because your new. That’s not very y/n like.

You walk into first period and lay your head down on your desk for some very much needed rest. You joined in the middle of the year so you got just as much homework as everyone else. Drifting off, suddenly two large hands slam down right next to your head.

Oh god

Not bothering to look at him you say

“What do You want Jeongin.”

He laughs and you wonder why someone so annoying could have the cutest laugh ever. Thank Hof your face is still covered because you caught yourself smiling to the sound of it.

“So grumpy so early in the morning, are you always like this?” He asks

You slowly shift your head up, keeping your posture down. You look at his eyes….down to his lips….and put your head back down in your arms to go back to sleep hoping he’ll catch your drift and go away. To your surprise he does.

30 minutes into the class someone throws a paper ball at you. Slowly again you lift your head up and pick is up.

“You going to the party this weekend?” It says, and you look around to see who threw it your eyes connecting to the one and only Yang Jeongin. You stare at each other for what feels like ages in his head. You look down to see his leg bouncing up and down. You bring your eyes back up to see him biting his lip. Braces. You look into his eyes and there almost pleading, begging for you to say yes. You simply shrug and turn your body around to focus on whatever nonsense your teacher is talking about.

“Oh my god you have to go!” Han says a little to excited about it. Han know everything about everyone. He also so happens to be one of the first people you met here.

“Literally come on we’re all going.” Felix says. He’s also someone you met and just kinda clicked with.

“Guys I don’t know, I’ve only been here a wee-

“That’s it though! If you go to this party your social status will go through the roof!” Han cuts you off.

“Come on y/n pleaseeeee” Felix begs you with puppy eyes.

You huff in defeat.

“Fine but stop looking at me like that you guys look stupid. And you two are taking me shopping.” They giggle and agree.

It’s now Thursday and you Felix and Han all meet up at the mall to shop for an outfit. But first you stop at the food court to eat.

“Dude I think he totally likes you.” Felix says

“Or he’s just trying to get into her pants just like how he does with every other girl.” Han says

“But have you seen the way he’s been looking at her? He’s been goo goo gagaing all over her since she came.”

“Ok one, why would he even like me in the first place, and two ew.” You say almost gagging. But it’s true why would he like you if all you do is just challenge his ego?

“Because it’s Yang Jeongin and he loves being challenged. You interest him y/n.” Han says

“But I’m not gonna let him get on you unless you want it too.” He says winking. You practically throw up your food.

“Stop stop that’s disgusting why would I ever-“

“WAITTTT Y/N ARE YOU A VIRGIN CAUSE.” Felix is cut off by his (and hans) laughter. You feel your cheeks burn up…and not because Felix isn’t right. Felix is most definitely wrong but the topic is quite…unsettling.

“What? No of course n-“ you were cut off again by a rather familiar voice.

“Aww new girls a virgin?” Jeongin says in a teasy voice.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You mumble and roll your eyes as you turn around to face the menace only to see that it’s not just him, but his whole ass fine ass friend group. You look at all of them and turn back around with a groan but is harshly pulled back around. And now your face to face with Jeongin. His arms Rest at the sides of the chair his face centimeters form yours. You looks him dead in his eyes and slowly tilt your head in a rather seductive way. If he was trying to get into your pants you were going to be the one in control.

“Is this so sweetheart? That you’re a cute little virgin?” He says looking at your lips his hand goes up to your jaw squeezing it slightly.

“Cause if that’s true I’d gladl-“ you cut him off by grabbing the hand that’s on your chin and move it down to your neck lightly squeezing it under his.

“Don’t underestimate me Yang Jeongin.” You say only loud enough for him to hear and pull away. Seeing his wide eyes, and rosey cheeks was a sign for you to go.

“Let’s go boys.” You say getting up. He’s dumbfounded. Ahis friends laughing in the back gave you more confidence.

“See you at the party then.” You say walking past him with a smirk and a wink. Giving a little wave at his friends and his eyes following you until he’s out of your sight.

“Y/n your so hot what.” Felix says causing you to giggle.

“For real like damn that was so cool. No one ever tries to talk to him like that.” Han says

“Ive Never Seen him that flustered.”

“Still think I’m a virgin? You asking pushing open the door to the first store.

“Nope”

Its now Friday afternoon and your getting ready on FaceTime with Felix and Han. All day you felt Jeongin and his(hot) friends staring at you sometimes even whispering.

“Ok guys you ready?” You say to the friends in which they agree.

“Ok ok.” You say and get into the camera.

“Oh my fucking god y/n” Han says

“Holy shit if Jeongin doesn’t take you I fucking will.” Felix says in which you giggle. Your wearing a cut out top with flare sleeves, a very tight mini skirt and matching flare leg warmers with platforms.

“I don’t know I feel like it’s too much.” You say looking at your reflection.

“NO!” They both yell

“It’s perfect.” Han says with a lopsided smile.

“My turn.” Felix says and his body comes into camera. And we’ll god damn. He’s wearing a maybe-way-to-low tank top, a leather vest, black pants, platforms, and a choker.

“LAWWD” you yell falling back on your bed and coming back up. Causing both of them to laugh.

“Dude Felix what your too fine.” You say.

“Naurrr stop it.” He says as he shys away.

“Hey hey what about me?” Han says and his body now shows up on screen revealing his outfit. He’s wearing a white crop top with a harness going up one arm and hugging his tiny waist ripped skinny jeans and platforms. Your jaw drops and you could’ve sworn you started drooling. Why the fuck are you best friends so hot? At this point you’d rather be with them rather then Jeongin. Your thoughts are cut off by the ‘Felix took a FaceTime photo4’ notification that’s pops up on your screen.

“HEY HEY WAIT DELETE THAT.” You yell and there both laughing hard. In which you laugh too.

“Hi guys” you say as you open your front door.

“Let’s goooo” Han says pulling you out and taking you to the car.

You arrive at the party and immediately smell weed and alcohol. Music blasting through the house, people dancing and laughing all over the place. It’s been a while since you partied and your glad you came back to it so quickly. They drag you to the bar and immediately buy shots. Taking it down without any thought or reaction. You three buy 2 more just to get loose.

“Oh god is this what we’re gonna do all night? Because I don’t mind at all.” You say leaning your back against the bar and watching the people dance on each other, drink in hand.

“No of course not.” Han says pulling out a 2 weed pens.

“We’re not just getting drunk.” He says handing you one and hitting it.

“We’re getting laid. Weather it’s from someone here or each other.” Felix says taking the pen and hitting it. You giggle and take there hands.

“Next rounds on me yeah?” You say trying to get the bartenders attention.

“That wouldn’t be very gentleman like now would it?” A voice says behind you. You turn around to see three of Jeongins friends and damn.

“Let me yeah?” The one in the middle says as he scoots besides you and hands his credit card to the bartender. You stare at him with doe eyes as your friends order there drinks. You notice all his very handsome features and come to conclusion that he was literally created by the gods themselves.

“I’m guessing your Chan?” You say as you grab your drink and look back up at him. He giggles his dimples showing as he does.

“Yes, how did you know?” In which you reply in leaning to look at Han behind his shoulder. Chan turns his head to look at him but Han is getting up out of his seat with his drink in hand.

“Thanks for the drink take care of her.” He says walking away with felix. Now your alone with the Chan and the three of his friends who are now towering over you as your still sitting down.

“Well yes I’m Chan, this is Minho and Changbin.” He introduces them.

“After that little stunt you pulled on our maknae you really…sparked our interest.” Changbin says resting his arms down next to you.

“You really are something else…” the one named leeknow says causing you to giggle.

“Youngest yeah? Well I wouldn’t say I’m easy.” You say staring directly in Chans eyes. He huffs out the most attractive laugh ever and you shamelessly watch as his adams Apple bounces as he does.

“Wahhh I’m shocked never would have thought he’d go for someone as sexy as you.” Changbin says scooting a little closer to you.

“Ah yes it’d be a shame if I went for someone else..” you say bring your face closer to his. His eyes are on your lips as his breathing picks up. You giggle and pull away sipping your drink innocently as if nothing happened. Leeknow and Chan steal a glance at eachother smirking as Changbin regains himself.

“Y/n why don’t you come outside and have a smoke with the rest of our crew?” Chan offers in which you reply a little to eagerly and hop off the bar chair. Chan leads the way while leeknow and Changbin Are at each of your sides leeknows hands around your waist. Chan leads you outside and your eyes meet Felix, Han, Jeongin and another dude you don’t recognize. Your eyes meet Jeongins and you wink at him just to tease him.

“Oh! Y/n this is seungmin!” Felix’s says pointing at the boy in which he eyes you up and down and smirks.

“Come come sit.” Han says pointing at the empty

seat next to Jeongin. You sit down next to him and Changbin sits to the other side of you. Lighting a blunt and passing it around as you guys talk about random stuff like how they met and how did you transfer. You actually got to know all of them. You didn’t even notice changbins hand and your thigh. To intoxicated and to busy laughing to notice. But Jeongin certainly did. He noticed right away.

“Guys how about play a game?” He says you all agree and end up playing truth or dare. Touché

“Han truth or dare?” Chan asks

“Dare”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person here.” Chan says with a laugh. He looks at Minho then you and smirks.

“Male or female?” He asks causing all of you to laugh.

“Sorry y/n but I don’t want to take you form Jeongin.” He says with a wink and heads over to Minho and kissing him quite heatedly. They break the kiss and Han stumbles back to his seat causing everyone to laugh.

“O-ok y-y/n truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Borrringggg” Felix says slurred.

“What’s your sexual fantasy?” Han asks and you laugh.

“Just one?” And he nods everyone focuses on you.

“Hmm well I’m poly.. soooo probably just threesomes, foursomes?” You shrug and everyone’s eyes go wide.

“Wait Wait Dom sub or switch?” Leeknow asks fairly interested.

“You’ll have to find out.” You say with a wink. Jeongin scoffs rolling his eyes as he beams at Minho. Not to mention your practically sitting in Changbins lap now. All of you guys are now high out of your minds and tipsy

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caphayzardous · 1 year

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things r fine just debriefing a short convo into a huge poste

caved and asked one of my damage-informed (and also reasonable-inquiry) questions through text. you can't imagine how much I don't like to take serious topics into text format, hate Getting Weird Over Text, but a) this qn always feels so unimportant in-person, yet haunts me semi-regularly when I'm alone. had told myself several times I'd just get it out of the way IRL only to be like 'psh, nah'. and b) due to recent propensity for crying - and also non-recent perpetuity of crying at ANY serious moment - I felt that just this once text was safer than IRL for keeping things sensible.

it went fine (I say that now, we'll see if my lover is actually waiting to follow it up with an honourable in-person "Call It Off Because You Were Weird", but I don't THINK that's it). I somehow got an answer very very close to the Fear Outcome but in a way that I feel okay about?

Basically confirmed what I already know. this is all re: some near-arbitrary semantics of the relationship, basically that we are dating (sike did you all think I officially worked that out before valentines, like I said I would? I did not. but I did become more confident in that truth, before this recent upset. it is a relief to have this confirmed actually tho) BUT we are not 'partners'/in a serious relationship.

if that sounds weird to you. well yeah. this is what I mean by arbitrary semantics and nebulous areas. "we are lovers and we are friends and we've been going on dates for 6 months but it's not...?" anyway, however bizarre that sounds, it feels good to me and is about what I expected and wanted.

even though: its close to what I feared, too, separated only by the nature and details of the conversation. honestly I think it just makes a difference to me to hear "lover" "friend" "date" rather than cut-and-dry "friends with benefits" though try explaining the actual difference there?? it Feels different. to me at least lmfao, there may be less distinction to her, but by god she has the tact not to say so. I think it just affirms that my soft little feelings, are okay as they are. are not entirely misplaced, even though they wont go any further. I did not have illusions about her feelings but mine are still being looked after, yeah.

think also this whole thing just feels different to... you know... the past situation that recently re-haunts me (do you know that came to a crux about this time of year as well...? and with the impending end of things, I became so scared that it would all twist up the same way). probably the fact that things are being communicated at all makes a world of difference dont you think adchsbsj!!! like it may be late in the game to re-affirm these details, but it's happening at a decent and safer moment. in that past exp, the relationship exploded in a bad way and SIMULTANEOUSLY I found out that we were not even dating... according to them. so you can see why I might be hung up what counts as dating or not.

Im not asking for love, I just wanted to know Im not being made a complete fool of (again).

talking about this always feels like Im going to get y'all saying 'oh, bri...' because I Know how it reads still (yes I am a fool all round).

I will keep an eye on myself. In that same past exp I made the mistake of convincing myself I was ok with certain things like this, only to subsequently have really volatile and opposite feelings about it. sometimes I can tamp down distress with the cool detachment of logic but ofc that bitch comes back UP, you know? so I will keep an eye on myself here to see if I'm ACTUALLY still good with this situation as it stands, or if I'm just Trying to be good with it.

a lot of blog post to say: things are alright. my chest has been aching the last few days since it got into my head that there are parallels with the past. but it finally stopped hurting, and my heartrate finally settled, after speaking with them about it - I feel soft and safe again. so I think it's safe to say it's a good outcome. I feel I can separate it from the past again.

hope we can still stick the landing and get the 'good ending' when she leaves aus and we stay friends after hehe. I believe!! I believe!! I dont want this damage to take that ending from me!

might delete this'n its a mess but wanted to get it out thx if u read lmfao

#caphaytext

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thatawkwardwitch · 2 months

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#OcculTea

I've been seeing stuff about this conversation and I want in so here's my contribution! (questions from @ ella.harrison's Instagram)

Hi! I'm thatawkwardwitch or kit whatever you wanna call me is fine! I've been participating in the online community for about as long as I've been practicing. I sought out an online community pretty early on because I started practicing during lockdown and I desperately wanted to find people I could connect with about witchcraft. I usually reblog informational posts for beginners. When I make my own content, it's usually just little snippets of my practice. I'm still trying to find my groove here and figure out exactly what kind of space I want my blog to be.

I like sharing my practice online because I don't have a strong in-person witchcraft community. A few of my irl friends practice, but it's not something we talk about for whatever reason

I hope to learn more about other people's practices and experiences as well as to connect with other people

I really only know the online community and don't have an in-person community to compare it to, so I feel like I can't fully answer this question

I'm not primarily on Instagram, I'm mostly there just for art stuff so I'm going to skip that one. Uh oh god tik tok. I feel like TikTok is good if you want aesthetics and that's about it. As far as sharing information, the format of the app doesn't really allow for any in-depth discussion. I've seen and heard a lot of misinformation being spread and people just running with it. I like YouTube a lot though! There are good educational videos, and because the format allows for longer videos, it's great for discussing and sharing information on more complex topics. However, I feel like most people don't go to YouTube? I feel like everyone's first go-to is TikTok even though WitchTok doesn't really exist anymore. I feel as though TikTok has sort of accustomed people to being spoonfed information, so beginners are less likely to go to other sources where they actually have to work for information.

yes and no. I think it's really easy to get into a rut in your practice and just stick to consuming content instead of working through the rut. But it's not just social media. "Armchair occultists" have been around forever, as long as there have been books about it. So yes, I guess it can be a substitute, but no, in the sense that, it's not everyone. Most people I know online still practice outside of social media so I'm not sure how much of a problem it actually is

I don't share a lot about my own personal practice on social media, or irl for that matter. I've posted a few spells and those weren't fully staged but they also weren't fully reality either. Like, I actually did the spell, but I kept some parts of it offline so it couldn't be undone since it was a protection spell. As far as all the experiences I've shared, I share them as I've experienced them. I do experience psychosis so I can't say that all of them were 100% reality looking back on some earlier experiences (but I'm not sure if I've even shared those ones), but I report things as I perceived them happening to me.

I don't know shit about social media etiquette so that's definitely not a part of whether or not I share stuff. Most of the time it's personal preference not to share. I try to be very careful about asking my spiritual team what I can and cannot share. Lately, I've been trying to practice more of what chaoticwitchaunt called "moving in silence" mostly as a way to protect myself from the evil eye, but also because I've definitely gotten in trouble with my spiritual team because I've shared stuff I wasn't supposed to. In general, there definitely is censorship. Most platforms won't show or let creators talk about blood, bones, fire, etc. and then there's cancel culture. which I'm not going to go too far in depth about but people love to censor each other.

Yes. I've thankfully never encountered any, but there's gonna be grifters in any community that can be capitalized on. Because I don't have any experience with grifters, I'm not sure what all the warning signs are but definitely double-check and cross-reference people before doing business with them.

I think the best way to stop the spread of misinformation is to develop and hone your media literacy skills. Critical thinking is so important, especially in this space. Do your own research on a topic; don't just take one person's word as fact

I feel like a lot of people will look at someone with a large following and immediately assume that they're an expert, but in reality it just means that they know how to work an algorithm, a completely different skill than witchcraft.

While I don't quite consider myself a witchy content creator, I am still a content creator for fandoms/bandoms. The main thing I do to keep authenticity is to take breaks from content creation. I can't work well when I'm struggling with schoolwork or mental health. When I take a break from social media, I usually state why so my followers know what's going on, but I never try to promise content I'm not sure I can or will make

I like seeing content from other creators. I find it particularly inspiring, especially if I've gotten stuck in my own practice or if I've fallen out of a daily routine. It's motivation to keep practicing.

I don't think I've ever let FOMO get me to the point where I've been taken advantage of. I guess I got lucky where all my beginning resources stressed the importance of not needing tools, so it really stuck in my head. I don't think I've ever purchased anything because of FOMO.

Unfortunately, yes. The main way that FOMO gets me is when I see people who have been brought up practicing or people who have easy access to their ancestral practices. As someone who's trying to reconnect, when I see other people who have reconnected or are further along in the process, I do feel a bit bad and frustrated with where I'm at, but it is something I am working on. I don't want it to prevent me from practicing

I haven't really experienced imposter syndrome in this area of my life yet. And I think that's just because I don't have a huge online witchy presence. But because I've experienced imposter syndrome in other areas of my life, one of the things I use to fight it, is to remind myself of all the work I've done to get to where I am

Oh god. I think I'd be Wiccan and I'm not saying it like it's a bad thing but most of my early books on witchcraft were written by Wiccan authors. If I didn't have online media, those Wiccan sources would be all I had because that's what my dad reads. I'm sure eventually, I would have found my way to Christian Witchcraft, but I think I would have never worked with the Norse gods and I would have missed all their lessons. Because my dad is into Gnosticism and Wicca, without online resources, I don't think I would have ever explored other routes

I think having an in person community is far more fruitful than an online one. Not that online spaces can't be important, but there's only so much connection you can get from behind a screen

Like I said above, I don't think I would have gone down the path I did if I didn't have an online community. It's how I learned about ancestor veneration, and folk magic, and it gave me a reading list outside of the stuff my dad reads.

I think the biggest danger to the capitalization of witchcraft is the appropriation of closed cultures and practices

I have not, and I don't know anyone who's been personally affected (to my knowledge)

Yes. If people are providing you services that they worked hard on, they should be compensated for their work. While I think knowledge should be readily accessible in general, it is still important to protect that knowledge as well as people's time and efforts. Especially in the world we live in where everything costs money. If people are providing a service, it's almost a necessity that they be duly compensated

Again, cross-reference and double-check everything

I wish people would talk more about how to do research. We're always telling people to do the research, but as I'm finding out just from group projects in college, most people don't know how to do research. And I think I'll make a quick and dirty guide to research at some point because this is something that's been bugging me for a while

I feel like I just need to interact more. I do a lot of lurking so I feel like my needs will be met once I start interacting

Honestly, I don't know. I think assuming the best out of people, not to the point of naivety but assuming good intentions.

Again assuming good intentions.

chaoticwitchaunt on YouTube is the main person I go to. Seeking Witchcraft (podcast) was a vital source for me as a beginner. I also like The Red Text (podcast) as well

I'd just encourage my mutuals and followers to comment and share their own experiences. I really want to be more engaged in this community so this is an attempt at doing so <3

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