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List of pet names that I think would fit Chiyori:

Angel, Babe, Bunny, Hot Stuff, Goddess, Gorgeous, Kitten, Miss Crybaby, Pretty, Princess, Sugar, Sweetheart

List of pet names she likely would call partners (regardless of gender):

Alpha, Babe, Champion, Good-looking Man/Woman, Handsome, Hero/Heroine, King/Queen, Knight/Knightess, Pretty, Saviour

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When I tell you that (adult) Chiyori has the ability to make even alpha men become weak beta boys for her, would you believe me?

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Remember when I said that Chiyori has no ego? Ahem. Well, yeah. I kind of lied. The fact that she’s so picky about who gets to get physically close to her (also) ties up to the fact that she’s a princess by heart.

She only wants the most devoted of the devoted knights or dames to serve her. Everyone else, she’ll ignore, because they’re not worthy of her time or attention. 🎀

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cooking lessons | @vartouhix

There was something oddly comforting about watching another cute girl scramble about in the kitchen while Chiyori herself sat atop of the counter. Her hands were placed on each side of her thighs, fingers holding onto the edges of the surface. She was observing patiently, feet swinging idly back and forth as amber gaze followed the pinkette around as she searched in drawers and cabinets for the right cookingware and ingredients.

Listening with care, a fond smile was drawn onto Chiyori’s lips as Jangmi-chan began explaining the steps to her. It was almost as if she was receiving a private cooking lesson. “Right, what cook the slowest go in first,” Chiyori repeated after the other with a solemn nod of her head.

And as her friend kept chittering away, expressing her impatience due to hunger, Chiyori’s head canted lightly to the side. “Cooking everything from scratch is overrated, anyway!” She assured her friend in a resolute tone of voice. “I’m sure it’s going to taste great.” She trusted in her friend’s cooking skills after all, and to be frank, Chiyori couldn’t wait to taste the Korean signature dish herself (which she by the way still had trouble pronouncing, even after Jangmi-chan had tried to teach her how to say it).

At the comment about her reminding the other of a kid and the pat to the head, Chiyori offered an awkward smile in return. She wasn’t sure how to respond, because Jangmi-chan really wasn’t that much older than her.

However, once the pinkette began piling the ingredients next to her thigh with instructions, Chiyori’s attention shifted immediately. “Roger that, Jangmi-chan! Just tell me what you need,” she responded, nearly adding a saluting gesture to it as well. She was ready to hand over whatever her friend needed on cue!

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Okay, but whose feelings can Chiyori play with if she's feeling a bit mean or selfish?

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(( Not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking of this au for literally months, but I still don’t know how to explain or what to call it exactly? For now, I’ll just call it the AI au.

Basically, Chiyori is an AI, but she is able to move around in the real world as a hologram, but not physically interact with it? Pretty much like Joi from Bladerunner 2049, if you’ve ever watched it (recommended) which serve as main inspiration for this au.

PLEASE, I BEG SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS WITH ME. DOESN'T AT ALL HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC. SHE CAN JUST BE YOUR MUSE'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FRIEND OR A MOTHERLY FIGURE. WHATEVER KIND OF PERSON YOUR MUSE IS IN NEED OF IN THEIR LIFE. ))

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(( Not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking of this au for literally months, but I still don’t know how to explain it or what to call it exactly? For now, I’ll just call it the AI au.

Basically, Chiyori is an AI, but she is able to move around in the real world as a hologram, but not physically interact with it? Pretty much like Joi from Bladerunner 2049, if you’ve ever watched it (recommended). It serves as main inspiration for this au.

PLEASE, I BEG SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS WITH ME. DOESN'T AT ALL HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC. SHE CAN JUST BE YOUR MUSE'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FRIEND OR A MOTHERLY FIGURE. WHATEVER KIND OF PERSON YOUR MUSE IS IN NEED OF IN THEIR LIFE. ))

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(( I’m not sure if I’m currently experiencing the phenomenon where Tumblr eats inbox stuff. I remember about a week or two ago, the system said I received two new asks, but when I went to check, there was nothing apart from what I had already received. I just thought it was a bug and ignored it. Now, it shows I have a greater number of asks than what I currently have in my inbox… ))

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A handshake with you, what’s your point of view? I’m on top of you, I don’t wanna go ‘Cause I really wanna stay at your house

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Self-inserts (long post)

So, since we (you and I, Sam) have discussed this topic, I thought it’d be ✨fun✨ and a bit daredevil-like to publically share my (possibly controversial) opinions on self-inserts in writing, because stirring up shit is my main, if not only, talent in life.

To be entirely honest, I don’t mind self-inserts too much, and I think it’s outright depressing that so many people in the writing community actively shun it. In some ways, I think it carries notions of being hypocritical, because writing a character will always (to an extent) be a reflection or projection of yourself, whether you want to admit it or not. (It’s something else if your self-insert is poorly written, then it’s understandable if there’s a lack of interest in interacting, lol).

But basically, even if someone is writing a canon muse from a fictional world, they cannot convince me, they’re not writing them because they can’t at all somehow relate to, or empathise with whatever version they’ve fabricated of them in their own mind. Because everything written tells a story about the author too — how they interpret and perceive people with these specific kinds of traits.

Also, if someone were to claim they’ve never written a character as self-insert at some point in their life, I feel like they’d be lying directly to my face. Because at the center of every piece of writing, there will always be you. It’s inescapable, and as much as someone may wish, anything written by them can never not be detached from their own point of view.

All fictional works are in my opinion self-inserts. Maybe you’re writing a character that you wish to be, or look like. A glorified version of yourself, or you if you were another gender or another ethnicity. You if you were an outlaw or worked in a specific field. You if you were born a high-elf in a magical forest. You if you were athletic or popular etc.

If your writing is not an imaginary, suppressed, selectively isolated or exaggerated part of yourself, then how the fuck would you even be able to write your muse to begin with? “Oh, but I wouldn’t ever kill anyone like my character!” Babe, I’m sure we’ve all at some point felt like we wanted to bomb society because of all the injustices of this world, or literally been seeing red to the point of wishing to commit unspeakable crimes. (I’m sure if you have siblings or been bullied, you’re familiar with that feeling). It’s just that most people (luckily) have enough self-control to not make that a reality.

If your character kills for fun, and you tell me you’d never do that, let me tell you: During world war II, the Japanese conducted some of the most heinous human experiments heard of in history on Chinese captives. They did that without displaying an ounce of empathy, because they didn’t view them as human, but bugs to play with. It was absolutely horrendous. Anyway, my point is that it’s 100% possible for people to “shut down” the part of their brain that controls empathy, or become brainwashed to the point of believing that people with a specific demography or background aren’t like them. It’s the same kind of mindset that you (or your character) woule be applying here. The direct opposite of having a parasocial relationship, I’d say.

Okay, sorry, that was a sidetrack. Well, personally I support any form of creative self-expression and exploration, whether it be labelled ‘self-insert’ or not. I think it should be celebrated rather than condemned. The main issue that can occur with these ‘self-inserts’, of course, is when people aren’t mature enough to be able to separate ic from ooc interactions, but perhaps the solution to that would be to address such boundaries accordingly. (I guess kind of like when people do aftercare after participating in rough plays in the bedroom, but like the opposite if that makes sense, lmao? Maybe we call it reality check instead, lol).

But honestly, how many people haven’t fallen in love and become a couple irl, because they started out roleplaying online? Surprisingly, more than you might think! I did a bit of desktop research, and a childhood friend of mine recently disclosed to me that she met her husband through roleplaying as hobby! I was like damn.

Back to the topic of self-inserts. Anyway, please, if you’re someone who view yourself as… I don’t know… superior because you’re supposedly not writing a self-insert, please get down from your high horse, champ. Self-inserts are unavoidable — unpreventable — so stop thinking you’re better. You’re goddamn not, and it clearly suggests an unsupportive attitude and lack of deeper self-awareness.

Aaaaand, now I take a deep breath, because of course, my inner Chiyori is coming out to remind me to display understanding and patience too, because argh, it’s sad that people don’t really know any better — how should they, anyway? I, too, used to be an uninformed sheep who simply followed the herd until I realized how toxic the world we live in still are.

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She’s the type who never makes her bed.

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wishlist (updated: october 25, 2024)

genres

hurt/comfort

angst/tragedy

slice of life

absurdity/comedy (not crack)

survival (battle royale or squid game-like scenarios)

coming of age

budding romance

dynamics/tropes

master/guard dog

wolf/bunny (x)

mutual pinning

star-crossed lovers

and they were roommates

just two idiots

friends to lovers

childhood friends

aus/other

group roleplays

squid game/the hunger games/battle royale au

fantasy au

vampire au

omegaverse au (has to be discussed though)

college au

zombie apocalypse au

royal au

specific scenarios/events

airplane trip

beach trip

hot springs visit

ski trip

going on vacations in general

first times (first kiss, first date, first time doing the deed etc.)

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'Cause it's a knife when you're finally on top 'Cause logically the next step is they wanna see you fall to the bottom

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"if you're guilty, i'm guilty ."

Fillory & Further Sentence Starters | Accepting

So rarely, Chiyori would ask anyone of favours, so rarely she’d entrust anyone with herself, let alone the growing struggles that she faced. Calling it a favour, perhaps, was a stretch even, because placing such a responsibility on a 17-year-old boy could hardly be considered a favour in the first place.

In its very own sense, it was probably considered more of a curse than anything else. A burden even, one Chiyori wished she hadn’t felt the need to put onto her kohai. Though, who else existed that could handle it? No one else, Chiyori thought, her inner voice filling with a sense of regret. Because ultimately it wasn’t fair. Not to her kohai, not to anyone.

At Yuuta-kun’s words, Chiyori paused simply, amber gaze shifting downwards, jaw tightening. There was an aura of weariness about her, dark circles under her eyes from the many sleepless nights she’d had to endure; voices and nightmares haunting her like vengeful spirits — she could barely remember the last time she’d had a proper night’s rest.

It’d come to a point, where even in her waking hours, horrid images would flash before her vision. And there were whispers, whispers, whispers in the back of her mind, telling her to give up; to let go control, to release the abominations that she held trapped inside of her very soul like inmates. These days, it barely felt like she could hold onto the tearing ropes that somehow still kept them secured within their confines.

And the sorceress thought about his words for a while, hand tensing around his shoulder from when she’d pushed him against the wall. Guilt. Why had Yuuta-kun had voiced it like that? Like it was some kind of shared feeling between them — as if it was a shared fault when it wasn’t? And she would object to it, vehemently… though didn’t. Didn’t have it in her to argue with his unbending nature right now. Instead, she stayed silent. It’d been hard enough to make him promise to do everything in his power to stop her if things ever went out of hand.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ground. Truly, Chiyori didn’t know what to tell him. “I…” She began slowly as she backed away, hand slipping off his shoulder. She wasn’t sure about the appropriate thing to say here — the right thing. Even if she reassured her kohai, it likely wouldn’t make him feel less different, would it? Could she blame him for it even? Not really, she thought, because had Chiyori been in his shoes, she likely would’ve reacted in a similar manner. Then, she lowered her defenses, shoulders dropping in defeat as she whispered: “I’m sorry, Yuuta-kun…” There existed no other real solution to this, did there?

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(( Oh yeah, let me know if you want to plot, or discuss dynamics. Chiyori will react differently to situations based on her age. So, if there’s a specific genre we want to write, she can be easily accommodated. ))

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "