#I thought an ask about my own main account would be the most surprising thing I could see in this inbox

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

Hello I have memes about running this blog so far. For these memes I decided to give myself a pen name for the sake of not having to type out “trafficblrpositivityproject” / to give you all something to address me by since I decided not to say openly who is running this (though two people have already guessed who I am).

[godisshook]

The Reset

Frank had it all, a perfect life, an excellent wife. He couldn't ask for more even if he wanted. Despite everything, a feeling of dissatisfaction knawed at him each night, as he reminisced on things from his past, thinking of if he had made a different choice here or there, things might have completely changed.

In a chat with friends at work, talk about a new app called "ResetR" would soon arise, with some giving stories on how it changed their life after only a week. As one guy explained the app to everyone, Frank gawked at how such a thing could even exist. He arrived home late that night, and as he settled into bed, a small tinge of curiosity rose in Frank. Turning over, he looked at his sleeping wife, his eyes softening as he gazed at her features. Guilt washed over him as he turned back over to face his dresser, and grabbed his phone.

Ensuring everything was as silent as possible, he downloaded ResetR. The app downloading quickly, with its stylized "R" icon appearing on his home screen. He would make his account, putting in a detailed amount of personal information in its creation. Logging on, the application showed a vast catalog of people, giving him seemingly endless options. He navigated to the "Create Your Own" section, deciding he wanted as much control over the process as possible. Upon clicking, a massive waiver presented itself, which he scrolled through impatiently. After putting in all of his info, he could finally begin.

He clicked "Begin." A small window opened up beside the main one, and as it loaded, surprise overcame him as he realized it was not a complicated written exam, but rather a questionnaire.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

He breezed through them at first, with the questions ranging from personal taste to some deeper philosophical ones. As he answered them, he wondered how this had any impact on creating a new life, but he went through them regardless. After mindlessly answering many of them, it would be Question 34 that would give Frank pause.

>Question 34: I like my current life. He thought over this one, contemplating the many memories anand pressed, "Slightly Disagree"

As the next question appeared, Frank once again was hit with a heavy one.

>Question 35: I want to change my life. With more confidence in his decision, he pressed, "Strongly Agree"

Another question would appear with a simple YES or NO, displayed at the bottom of it.

>Question 37: Would you like to retain social and financial settings from the current life template?

A moment of hesitation would give way to the mouse hitting the NO, button, as he was then directed to a new screen. Able to decide on things such as popularity, and personal attitudes. With most choices already entered, he made his way to the sexuality section, and as he entered things, he hesitated as he got to "Sexual Orientation." Frank wasn't gay, he knew that...right? The question seemed obvious, he wanted a small change, not a gigantic shift. But as he thought back to suppressed crushes, things became complex. With the knowledge that this would only be temporary, he selected "Gay," and closed the tab. With all his selections complete, it was finally time for him to select his location, and live his new life. Wanting to leave some things to chance, Frank chose randomly. Selecting the pill duration, he decided that a month would be a perfect amount of time, buying the pill on the spot.

Five days later, a package would arrive at his door, it was from ResetR. The box was small, containing only a light-blue pill, a collection of small documents, and one small note saying "Enjoy your new life!" He threw the papers aside and held the pill in between his fingers. Grabbing a Diet Coke from the counter, he would take the pill, and in an instant, he felt the blood rush through his veins. Adrenaline coursed through him as he suddenly lost consciousness, the world blacking out around him, and simultaneously exploding in flashes of color.

Waking up, he felt, different. Inspecting his surroundings, he noticed college posters and clothes everywhere. He got up, his new legs adjusting to being used, and made his way to what looked like the bathroom. There was a collection of official documents in there, a passport, birth certificate, and social security number. "They really do everything don't they?" Frank thought to himself. After analyzing the ID card, he took in his new personality. He was now Max, a nineteen-year-old broke college student from Georgia. Looking in the mirror, he noticed his toned muscles and ripped chest, taking in every small detail of this new body of his. Frank (now Max) felt a surge of virility, as his body felt new again.

The sex drive in this new body was certainly something Max had to get used to. People practically threw themselves on him, and he fucked everyone in sight. Having to keep up with this new passion was definitely a welcome sight, and he took advantage of it as much as he could. He admired how his muscles rippled in the mirror as he fucked. Max was on top of the world, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

Each day had him stuffing his massive cock down a new throat, and soon his cum would be in guys across his college town. He definitely had guys thirst over him back when he was Frank, but he had never seen this level of attention before. Frank was adjusting quickly to the new lifestyle, and the days passed by quickly, as new friendships and love interests would start blossoming. With the month drawing to a close, a wistful look would come over Max's face. When the day ended, he would revert back to his old body, his old life. Regret surged through him as he wondered how he was just going to leave this whole life behind, just as it was starting.

Choosing to utilize his last day to the fullest, he fucked his way through his dorm, took up plenty of new classes, and did everything someone like Max would do. Exhausted, he would settle in bed, and prepared to sleep for his last day as Max. He logged back onto the website from his phone, and went to his previous order details, wanting to see if there were any extension options. After looking over everything again, all the color drained from his new face. Instead of getting the one-month order, he selected the permanent reset option. Taking in the seriousness of what was happening, he now looked for any way to reverse things, but as he saw the giant letters spelling "NO REVERSES ALLOWED ON RESETS," he felt the enormity of things set in.

Little did he know, the period to cancel a permanent reset was five days from the initial reset. With him on the seventh day, he was well past that deadline. A last desperate call to ResetR support would be entirely unsuccessful, and Frank decided to call it in, deciding he could find a solution someday. As he slept that night, Frank well and truly was lost, each memory would soon be replaced with that of Max. As the next day and a new month started, Max awoke to prepare to go to the gym, and as his old life faded away, he settled into his new one perfectly. Days later, Max would receive a text from an unknown number. Opening the message, it read,

"Are you still interested in reversing your permanent reset? This will be the first and last emergency extension given, respond within 24 hours to confirm."

Max looked at the text from the unknown number, and clicked "Block."

[sillyteecup]

The Wrong Way

Roman Reigns x black!o.c

Jey Uso x black!o.c

Chapter 3

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Slut shaming

Taglist: @wrestlingprincess80 @nbanenefrmdao @vebner37 @theninthwonder @tshepisho @lensilver @trentybenty @empressdede @queen-shadow22 @becauseimher @jstarr86

A.N: I would like to apologize to anyone who was expecting Main event Jey Uso. No pookies, this is 2021 Jey, or as I like to call him, "crashout Jey"🤭. Anyway, a delightful bunch our characters are yes? I honestly can't wait to get them to fully interact so we can see where this shit storm is going😭😭. Anyway here's chapter 3 of The Wrong Way. I hope you like it. Enjoy.❤️

The journey to Lori's new pris-home was long and silent. The Wiseman had arranged for her and her maidens to be seated in their own section of the jet with Sami for supervision. He said it was by the order of the Tribal Chief, which was a pleasant surprise to Loreal. However she still wasn't sold on the family.

Her maidens however were elated. Although they had not directly interacted with or even seen the Bloodline outside of Sami and the Wiseman, the closeness in proximity to the family was enough to spike their excitement levels. That paired with the opportunity to fly private with their Mistress. Previously When Lori and her family traveled, Lord Byron would have the Maidens fly commercial and in separate seats. No one understood why, and when Lori would protest he would be dismissive. So naturally, their current arrangement brought them joy.

While the maidens drank cocktails and shared hushed theories of how the palace would look, Lori sat opposite Sami in silence. His jaw often twitched as though he wanted to say something to her, but he never did. While he was slightly more relaxed away from the Tribal Chief, he was still on edge. Fidgeting with his rings and shifting relentlessly in his seat. All of the sudden movement was starting to annoy Lori.

"Sir-" she began, only to be interrupted by Sami.

"Sami. Just, Sami is fine, Miss Loreal," he said nervously with his hand up.

"That doesn't seem very inappropriate," Lori pointed out with an arched eyebrow.

"Well, Sir isn't exactly my title so calling me by name is as appropriate as it gets," Sami explained with a shrug.

Lori tilted her head as a look of confusion washed upon her features. "You are part of the most powerful family in the world, and you do not have a title?" she inquired.

Sami nodded before replying, "Well yes. But also no," he said vaguely.

"I don't follow," Lori said, folding her hands over her lap.

"I am a part of the Bloodline don't get me wrong. But I wasn't born into it, therefore no title. Well, unless you take, 'Honorary Uce' into account, but otherwise no title. Just good ole' Sami," Sami rambled, finishing his explanation with a nervous chuckle.

"Ah, I see. Honorary Uce Sami is quite the mouthful, but so is Miss Loreal. So you will call me Lori," Lori said jokingly to try and ease Sami's nerves.

"Lori," he sounded out slowly, as if testing it on his tongue. "I could work with that. Just not around the Tribal Chief," he added, his anxiety seeming to spike at the thought of Tribal Chief Roman.

"I'm sure he would not mind. At least until after the wedding," Lori shrugged, but Sami shook his head.

"Oh he would. He's very big on the title thing. Says it has to do with showing respect and humility," Sami explained.

"I don't think he'd care too much about showing me respect, I am after all an outsider. On top of that I am damaged. No one respects a damaged woman. They only seek to humble her," Lori said dryly, earning a soft small from Sami.

"I respect you, Lori," Sami said softly.

Lori's eyes softened. "Sami, while I appreciate the sentiment, you do not know me. You have no reason to respect me."

"Actually, I do have a reason. A couple actually," Sami stated, confidence slowly oozing into his tone making Lori smirk playfully.

"And praytell Sami, what are they?" she asked him.

Lori's smile grew at Sami's grin. His posture had slowly started to relax throught their conversation, and judging form his demeanor, he seemed very friendly. A stark difference from the family that took him in.

"Well, you're head strong, you're confident and you're kind. Well, at least kind to me and your maidens," Sami listed, counting his points with his fingers.

In a weird way, Sami reminded Lori of her mother. Although Azalea and her daughter hardly spoke, whenever they did, Lady Azalea always made sure to encourage and reassure Loreal. Lady Azalea would tell her that she was beautiful, intelligent, confident and kind. She would also remind Loreal not to let anyone take advantage of her kindness. Thus, her hot headed nature and occasionally cold demeanor.

"Thank you Sami. It might not mean much, but you have my respect as well," Lori replied softly.

She could've sworn she had just seen a tear roll down her new asset's eye.   

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Roman exited the jet, followed by his cousins. His hands rubbed at his temples as a headache had begun to set in from Jey's incessant complaining, paired with Jimmy's snarky rebuttals. He already tried his hardest to limit his time with the twins due to the constant bickering, always preferring Solo's quiet company above them. But if there was one thing he loathed, it was traveling with the twins because that meant he had to listen to every grating word.

Alas, however, the trip was over and he could finally get rid of them.

"It just feels so fucking disrespectful, you know? Of all the bitches yall could've picked, it had to be the one that's been around every street across the seas! I'm a prince man! I deserve better!" Jey complained for what was probably the 90th time since they had left the Moore house.

Roman had taken it with silence as he, to some extent understood his cousin's frustration. He knew that Jey felt undermined by the choice for his fiancé, and that he felt like a second-class citizen. However, Roman was not the one who chose Miss Loreal Moore, Rikishi, Jey's father was. And the last thing Roman wanted to do was involve himself in the affairs of a father and his son. Even if it was simply a power move.

Also, aside from her unfortunate status, Miss Loreal Moore was actually a good pick. Lord Byron held quite a lot of political influence across the seas and according to the file Lord Byron had sent to Paul, she was highly intelligent, she had a leadership streak, and she was incredibly ambitious. All of that was enough of a sell as it was, but it was at the meeting where she truly caught Roman's attention. Her defiance, to Roman, was a sign of strength.

Roman liked strong women.

Miss Loreal Moore was not a pushover, and that was a quality that she would need most in being part of and dealing with his family.

However, most of all, she was astoundingly beautiful.

Roman had hardly found himself in positions where he was taken by a woman's appearance. Apart from Nadine, he barely even noticed the women around him, but Loreal was a different story. Her piercing brown eyes, her glossy, plump, two-toned lips, her the stud on the left side of her wide nose and her deep, brown skin that seemed to glimmer in any atmosphere. That, paired with her breathtakingly curvy figure made it a mission for Roman not to stare at Miss Loreal Moore throught the meeting.

Miss Loreal Moore was going to be his cousin's wife in about a month. His thoughts on her looks were then thrown to the back his mind. They did not matter.

"I know you not talking, Mr 'I fuck every bitch that breathes in my direction'," Jimmy commented from his brother's side.

"Man, this is not the fucking time to be joking and shit! This is my fucking life we're talking about and I'm supposed to spend the rest of it with a ho?" Jey hissed, making Roman's temper flare up.

Clearly Jey was struggling to understand that this wasn't about him anymore. That this was a sacrifice he had to make for the family to prosper and maintain their power. Roman only hoped that Jey wouldn't fuck the engagement up, otherwise he would have to punish his cousin, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt the man he considered his right hand man.

Jimmy waved him off before saying, "Man I don't see no difference. You a ho, she a ho-hell yall are perfect for each other if you ask me," Jimmy snickered.

"Well then it's a good thing nobody fucking asked you."

"Enough!" Roman grunted, immediately shutting his cousins up. He could've sworn he saw Solo's lips twitch into a grateful smile. But it was gone as soon as it appeared. Jimmy pressed his lips together in a thin line while Jey downright scowled. Roman sensed that his cousin had long passed the stage of dissatisfaction. He was angry, but he knew not to direct it at the wrong person.

"I understand. I understand that you don't like the fact that you're marrying a damaged woman. But you had your opportunity to choose a good woman for yourself," Roman started as he began to get in Jey's face.

"You had the chance to get you a fresh one, but you fucked up by deciding to fuck around with every whore that smiled at you. So if you wanna complain about the quality of woman your father found you, take that shit up with him, but never forget the chance you had to prevent that shit," Roman stated as he poked Jey in the chest to emphasize his point.

He then leaned in to whisper in his cousin's ear, "It's not about you anymore Uce. Get that through your thick fucking skull! This is about our family! This is about what's best for all of us," his tone was menacing as he reminded his cousin of the situation.

He stepped back to see Jey still scowling, but nodding in understanding. That was good. All Roman needed was for him to understand.

"You can still do your shit on the side, I'm sure she won't give a fuck anyway," Roman suggested. His short encounter with Miss Loreal Moore, although short, showed him that the regard she would show for his cousin was low.

As much as Jey knew about her reputation, Roman theorized she likely did not care in the slightest as she barely wanted to marry him in the first place. The only thing Roman worried about was her willingness to actually be a part of his family. That was a huge factor to take into consideration. One Roman would do everything in his power to sway in his favour.

"Yo Uce, your ho may be a ho, but she a mighty fine ho for sure," Jimmy said with a snicker.

Roman's eyes snapped to the open jet that had just landed. There she was, gracefully making her way down the stairs, wearing what seemed like her usual, disinterested, yet mildly irritated expression. Right behind her were her four servants, or maidens as her father had called them. The young women, each with eager smiles on their faces made their way down with their mistress's luggage and their own. Finally Sami stepped out holding another one of her bags. A gesture she rewarded with a kind smile that shocked Roman.

And angered him.

Roman watched in an unexplainable annoyance as Miss Loreal Moore conversated with Sami as she and her travel party made their way to him and his cousins. While the sight of her laughing at his jokes seemed to piss him off, the sound of her laughter did something to him. Something akin to casting an enchantment. However, it was washed away as soon as it was chanted. This was not the time.

"Miss Loreal Moore, I should hope that your flight was comfortable," Paul said as she approached.

Her happy expression quickly turned neutral, as if she had just remembered her situation all over again.

"It was. Thank you," she said curtly, her now scrutinizing gaze cutting through Roman's family and Paul in one clean swoop.

Paul, as though he had felt the slits of her irises like a blade to his skin, cleared his throat nervously before speaking again. "Well then, I'm sure the long journey has left you and your maidens in need of some rest. Tomorrow will be quite the long day," Paul said with a nervous chuckle.

Miss Loreal Moore's features never wavered from the stony expression she wore. Roman could feel her sizing him and his cousins up. He almost smirked at how shamelessly she glared.

"I agree Wiseman. But I must ask, will my fiancé be accompanying me to the palace?" she questioned, finally shifting her gaze to him. The bitterness in her tone was subtle, but still noticeable to Roman's ear.

Paul looked taken aback, not expecting her question as she seemed to not want any part in their marriage. Then it clicked in Roman's mind, she didn't know that Jey wouldn't be staying at the palace during their engagement. He then shot a glare to Sami who he had told to clue her in on what would happen next. Sami shrunk beneath the sharp glare.

"Oh, Miss Loreal, that's not-traditional we don't-" Paul began to sputter, being cut off by Roman's low tone, but gentle.

"Is that what you want, Miss Loreal?" Roman asked, attempting to gauge her reasoning.

She shrugged in response, saying, "Well we are to be married. It would only make sense for us to acquaint ourselves with one another."

Roman nodded then flashed a charming smile. "Then that's gonna happen," he said.

The moment Paul and the women were out of ear shot, Roman's gaze morphed into a deadly glare. "If you fuck this up, there will be some very dire consequences," he warned in a cold, low tone.

"Wiseman, please lead Miss Loreal Moore and her ladies to the car. Jey will catch up in a second," Roman requested, turning to face an irritated Jey.

Jey nodded silently, prompting Roman to release him. Jey ran to catch up with Paul and the ladies, while Roman turned around and headed to his own car followed by Sami and his remaining cousins. He contemplated having a little 'talk' with Sami, but decided against it.

If Miss Loreal Moore trusted Sami, then Roman would use that to gain her trust as well.

[graveyardvalentinee]

hii can you do where reader comes back home crying because of people at work making fun of her and saying bad stuff about her relationship with ney

of course lovely :)) thank you so much for your request !! I’m not sure if by “people at work” you meant her co-workers or customers but I just made it where the customers were being rude.

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consequences / neymar jr

pairing : neymar x reader

When I said yes to Neymar after he asked me be his girlfriend , I didn’t realize all the criticism it would come with.

We met at my job - a jewelry store. He had went in looking to buy a birthday gift for his mom , I just happened to be the only available employee.

I didn’t know who he was at first , until after he had asked for my number and left. My co-worker basically screamed once I told her and she revealed to me who he was.

And after that everything was history between us. He was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for , the best partner I could ever have.

He had his own way of loving , and it’s one of the main things that made fall for him so quickly.

He’s easily a charmer.

On our first couple of dates he would always surprise me with small gestures - flowers , books that I had mentioned I wanted, small jewelry pieces , and much more.

I would always protest and insist how he didn’t have to buy me any of that stuff - that those weren’t the reasons why I accepted to going out with him but he would always brush me off , saying how he wanted to give me all these things.

He showers me with compliments any chance he gets , making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I also deeply enjoy his touchy side. Kisses everywhere - no matter where we are or what we’re doing. His hands somewhere on me at all times when we were together. He claims he can’t sleep properly through the night if I’m not there next to him - or wrapped in his arms.

But all that aside - he’s very attentive to me and my feelings.

He always makes my feelings valid , he always insists on talking everything out with me. I don’t think there was ever a time where he’s been unthoughtful towards me.

I was iffy at first - to open up to him about everything but he made me feel so welcome in his embrace , and I easily was able to tell him anything that would be wrong with me.

But today - that all changed. I had never dealt with hatred towards me like this before.

When me and Ney started our relationship I made it clear to him I still wanted to have a normal life - I didn’t want him to expose me to the media.

Sure he would post pictures of us , but none ever showing my face.

We thought we were safe up until 2 weeks ago when the paparazzi took a clear picture of me and ney outside his house.

I tried covering my face once I noticed the paparazzi but it was too late.

The media soon found out who I was through Neymars following - I made the stupid decision of not making my account private.

My co-worker had tagged me in a photo of a work party we had - also tagging the location. I’m guessing that’s how Ney’s die hard fans found my job.

Every day since then it was a lot more busy , people specifically requesting me to take their orders.

When the pictures got out to the public , Ney insisted I quit my job and just let him work for the both us - something he’s been trying to make me do for moths.

But me being me - I told him nothing about his fans going to my job and acted as if the paparazzi spotting us changed nothing in my life.

I now realize that was a stupid mistake.

Earlier today I was helping two girls who had walked in and came straight to me for assistance. One blonde and another brunette , both seeming to be around 16 or 17.

It was all going swell until the questions started.

“So Y/N - how did you manage to snatch Neymar all for yourself ?” The brunette asks.

“I don’t discuss my personal life with customers.” I tried to remain as calm as possible , giving them a small fake smile. This was the first time anyone had actually mentioned our relationship to me.

The brunette looks at her friend , turns back to me and laughs.

“No seriously - are you like a you know service girl of some sorts ?” The blonde asks me now, whispering the last part.

Is this what people think of me?

“Excuse me? I am not!” I fight back , trying to hold back any tears. I have no idea what to do or say.

“Come on , Neymar couldn’t have seriously chosen you for no reason - I mean just look at you. You don’t have much to offer.” The blonde continues , her eyes raking down my figure , gaze filled with disgust.

I shamefully look down. My hands start to shake and no words come out of my mouth.

The girls start to snicker to each other. I can’t make out all the words that their saying because of their low tone but I do hear the words -

“If I knew Neymar went for the first hooker he saw on the street I’d been on that street months ago.”

“Security ! Please escort there two girls out.” I finally get the courage to speak.

“What ? We haven’t done anything! We’re simply shopping for a pair of earrings.” The blonde says , putting on a fake voice.

I look up at our security - Marcus , me and him get along very well and he’s been very aware of all the fans coming in and out of the store.

I mouth a “please” to him , just wanting these girls gone as soon as possible.

“Ladies please do not make me drag you out of the store. The exit is that way.” Marcus firmly says.

The two girls look at me and roll their eyes before walking out of the store.

I grab all of my stuff from the back room and clock out , not caring to warn anyone about me leaving.

I get into my car and rush home. As soon as I step into the house I burst into tears , letting myself fall on the floor.

When I left the store I didn’t even check the time - 5 pm.

The exact time Neymar gets home from practice.

My mind was so fogged with everything that had just occurred I didn’t even have time to notice Neymar on the couch.

His eyes look up and meet mine. He rushes up off the couch and comes to my side.

“Amor what’s wrong ? Por que minha linda garota está chorando?” He softly says holding me in his arms. [why is my pretty girl crying ?]

I’m so dumb. I should have went to my friends house or something instead of coming here. The last thing I wanted was to tell Neymar about the humiliating things they told me at work.

I bring my hands up to my face and wipe my tears off , trying to get out of his tight grasp.

“It’s nothing Ney , I’m fine.”

“Y/N everything is obviously not fine. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what is wrong.”

“I’m serious querido , everything is fine.” I try to get the words out and put a smile on my face but my tears betray me.

My thoughts going back to what those girls said of me , making me cry ever harder.

“Look at me” he whispers.

I look up into his eyes , my vision blurry with tears.

“Take your time amor. I’ll wait here for you to tell me what is wrong , you know I am always here for you. What ever it is you are going thru I won’t leave your side.”

He won’t budge , and it’s no use to keep it in , im sure those girls will upload the conversation we had to the media and Ney will find out one way or another.

“These - these -” I try to get out but more tears end up falling.

“Breathe amor breathe , I’m here for you , I’m right here.” He whispers , kissing my temple.

I take in a deep breath and finally calm myself. Ready to tell Neymar everything that had been happening.

“Ever since the pictures got leaked there’s been more and more customers coming into the store , specifically requesting me to take their orders - I’m sure you can figure out why. Everything was fine tho , no one asked any questions just eyed me a lot and looked very excited to be assisted by me. Until today - these two girls came in and told me the most horrible things.”

I can tell he’s bothered by me not telling him about the customers coming in but I continue before he has a chance to scold me about that.

“They asked me -”

“God. They asked me if I was your whore. They said I had to be a worker in that department of some sort because there’s no way you’d choose me out of thousands of girls.”

“Y/N -”

“Before you get mad at me for not telling you about all the people coming into my job , I’m sorry I really am - I should have spoked up earlier. I now see you are right about the whole quitting my job thing.”

“Meu amor I could never be mad at you , specially over something like that.” He begins

“What those girls said is no where near true and we both know it. You know why I chose you-”

“Do I really know why tho? Why did you chose me Neymar? You could have any woman you want.” I interrupt , a wave of insecurity going over me.

He drops his arms from around me and helps me to stand up , walking me over to the couch. He sits down and grabs my arms causing me to straddle his lap ,bringing one of his hands up to the side of my neck and letting the other rest on the outside of my thigh. Reaching up he gives my forehead , cheeks , and lips a small kiss before speaking -

“I chose you because when I walked into that jewelry store my eyes went straight to you. I could not take my mind off of you for the next week after that. I had to make you mines. I found any stupid excuse to go back there and just speak to you.”

“You have changed my life im so many unexplainable ways Y/N. There’s no other woman that I could ever dream of when I have you right here - all for me. You are the light of my life. I love and adore every single thing about you , you have bewitched me mind and soul.”

“I like to believe you were made just for me because there is no other woman on this earth that can make me go crazy like you. I will continue to show you-”

He leans forward laying gentle kisses on my neck.

“Every single day-”

His hand on my thigh starts slowly finding its way to my clothed center.

All my thoughts from what those girls told me earlier completely vanished , my focus now being on Neymar’s words and his hands making every inch of my body hot with desire.

I can tell he’s doing this to take my mind off things and it’s definitely working.

“That you are -”

I can feel his hard on under me so I decide to move forward - just a bit to tease him.

“The most utterly breathtaking-”

His hand at my neck now making its way to my behind , giving it a tight squeeze , causing me to roll my hips forward onto him again.

“And perfect woman for me.”

His face comes up from my neck before he smashes his lips on mine , i kiss him back immediately with everything in me.

I pull away to look him in the eyes and wrap my hands around his neck.

“I’m tired of us hiding linda. Eu te amo , e você merece ser mostrada como a beleza que você é.” [I love you and you deserve to be shown of like the beauty you are]

“Eu te amo mais.” I say back pecking his lips.

“And okay amor you win. But I’m really going to miss our privacy time together.” I add.

His hand leaves my center and comes up to my behind , giving me a squeeze before picking me up , causing me to squeal.

“We can have privacy time all the time princesa, just give me a heads up , the answer is always yes.” He says smirking before carrying me up the stairs while ripping off all my clothes.

“You’re crazy Ney.”

“Only for you meu amor.”

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a/n : okay first off - i had to use the pride and prejudice quote i just had to. i know it’s definitely not something ney would say but this is all fiction so let’s imagine like he would lolll.

also i feel like i drag out these imagines a little too long or i go a lot into detail , that’s how i like my writing but if you guys do feel like their a bit long please let me know and ill make them short or if you guys enjoy them this length or even want them longer please let me know.

finally thank you again for who ever sent in this request i really appreciate you taking interest in my writing and thank you guys so much for 100 followers ♡

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WELCOME TO THE BLOG!!! TAKE A SIZE RAY AND HAVE A SEAT.

This is a blog for making polls about giant/tiny size headcanons about characters from all kinds of different media, run by me, the one-and-only @tiny-brain. Yeah, you've probably (never) heard of me. I (don't) get around.

Each poll will be about a different character from a different piece of media, determining whether they should shrink, grow, or if they'd work better as a full-on sizeshifter!

I'm going to try to make this a daily thing, but don't be surprised if I disappear or forget to post some days. Basically just check back whenever and see if there's a new poll or not. I'll try not to keep you all waiting too long if I do go missing.

There's also a chance I'll hand this blog off to someone else in the future, cause while I obviously wanna stick around for as long as I can, I DO NOT want to be doing this forever. I might be willing to come back on occasion though, so who knows?

ANYWAY ON TO THE MOST IMPORTANT PART: DA RULES!!!

ALL CHARACTERS MUST BE SUGGESTED VIA ASKS! If you have questions about a character you are submitting please DM me through my main blog, @tiny-brain.

Characters can come from almost anything (movies, TV, video games, web series, comics, novels, etc), and be almost anything (even inanimate objects or memes/jokes).

This blog is SFW only. PLEASE DO NOT SUGGEST CHARACTERS WITH OVERLY SEXUAL/NSFW CONNOTATIONS BEHIND THEM (Or if they come from something intentionally meant to be NSFW) NSFW blogs, please DNI.

DO NOT Suggest characters associated with problematic real-life individuals/organizations. I will not tolerate any racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, hatred for religious or ethnic groups, or any other prejudice of any kind. This blog is meant to be a safe space for everyone. If you are not willing to tolerate others because of their differences, do not interact with me or follow me.

I also reserve the right to refuse to do a poll on a character if I don't want to do one for them. You can DM me on my main account to argue your case for them, and I will explain my own reasoning, but if I still refuse, please do not continue to bug me about it.

Your OCs are wonderful and I love them all, but chances are they're already big and/or small, if you're the kind of people I think you are (cause who else would follow a blog like this?). Suggesting them for this poll would be kind of redundant, wouldn't it? If you want to submit an OC that's not already size-related though, that's fair game, just be sure to provide me with art/images of them to use in the poll header.

Please make sure to be kind and considerate to others! This isn't a competition, so if more people vote for a character to be a different size than what you thought they should be, don't be a jerk about it. We've all got our own headcanons, and if you want Reigan to be a smol little guy in your AU fanfic, nobody's stopping ya. In fact, tell people about it! I'm sure they'll love your ideas, even if they chose to vote differently.

AGTHMP I ALMOST FORGOR THIS RULE AM SORRYYY Basically, please only submit one character per ask. That means no groups for now, sorry. I'd like for each individual character to have their own poll before we start messing with both them and all their friends together as a unit. Sorry!

And that should do it! Now start suggesting characters! I can't wait to get this started. I put off doing homework for this!

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okayyy so as for actual episode thoughts

grrr biting thrashing gnawing the bars so much is being set up and i really feel like this arc is going to get exciting. briar and sazare (perrin) both introduced in the same episode with clear and established roles in the plot… though i wonder what the hell carmine is going to be doing still?? her intro episode didn’t even seem to imply what on earth she’ll be doing but she has a whole sequence in the op so definitely… something…

i’ve seen some people take briar seeing a terapagos before and writing a book on it as proof that horizons is happening directly after the plot of the main games but i don’t personally agree, not that it isn’t possible but i just don’t think that’s enough proof. as far as i’m aware the anime has always loosely ripped on game plot threads without actually being in the game timeline and i don’t know why that would change now.

that being said knowing that there is, or at least was, another minimum of at least one other terapagos recently enough for briar to have personally seen one is a pretty big deal! terapagos’ whole thing in the games is that there is just one of them left, the one you catch is based pretty explicitly on Lonesome George (the last remaining member of the pinta island tortoise who went extinct in 2012) so like. cool to hear there’s at least a couple out there. could have lore implications

btw i try not to involve the games too much in my discussion of horizons in general just because i treat them as separate things more than other people i think, but it is worth acknowledging that the milotic that attacks you in SV is programmed to be tera ghost but never actually terastilizes, this was only found out through datamining... it makes sense with the whole Dead People thing but it's really odd that it never terastilizes. so i think it's interesting that it does in the anime and pretty much immediately too. idk how to elaborate on this i just thought that was Interesting. they referenced something from the games that doesn't even... happen lol

i thought for sure we were going to see the woman in the trailer for this arc/in the op at the shining pond this episode so i was surprised it didn’t happen. also, if they do end up only seeing her and not lucius, does that imply that lucius is somehow alive? or is it just coincidence? many questions of which i do not have the answers to… i'm so curious UGH and also the existence of hisui pokemon... dot acknowledges they SHOULD be impossible, so i'm really curious where they came from or how they survived... MAN

really loved dot in this episode, it’s fun to see her going out on her own and then interacting on her own, as per usual i feel like cheering seeing her do anything independently lmao. continues to be sweet how she’s so awkward but powers through on account of her interest in pokemon (which was brought up twice in this episode, first with briar where she talked about welcamo, and then indirectly with sazare. one of the most consistent things about her.) welcamo/kuwassu has always taken care of dot but it was cool to see her verbally acknowledge that kuwassu kind of Chose Her instead of the other way around. i really hope someday we get some sort of Dot Kuwassu Origins episode, i want to see how they met and bonded when dot wasn't interested in becoming a trainer herself

anyway liko asking dot if she's okay and sitting next to her at briar's tent send post

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̶Good Bad Habits Run In The Family: Chapter Nine

DPxDC Crossover, Jason Adopts Danny AU

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Danny stuttered a look of shock on his face, staring at Jason with his mouth agape for several seconds before abruptly blurting, “What the hell? You can’t just do that! Holy shit, oh my goodness, you just-” He cut himself off, rubbing his face with both of his hands.

Jason knew that Danny would most likely be shocked by the news, but he was surprised by how strongly the teen reacted. It almost made him waver, to want to reverse revealing himself, which was very personal for him. He knew he couldn’t do that though, and he probably wouldn’t if he could, he wanted Danny to know who he was. Who he really was.

“What? Didn’t expect such a handsome face?” Jason easily teased, putting the domino mask on the counter beside his helmet before leaning an arm on it, trying to appear casual while his head fought with itself. A nagging voice in the back of his head told him that he had made a grave mistake, reminding him of what B had always said about their double lives. Another voice, one that grew much louder as time passed from the part of his life he spent with Bruce, telling him that he was allowed to make exceptions when he felt it necessary. Right now, he found it important that Danny knew who he was, as he wanted the kid to trust him. It would make the helping process a lot easier. Jason really wished he knew how to actually help Danny other than the necessities, but he decided he could figure that out.

Danny sighed, slouching back into the chair he almost felt out of when Jason revealed himself. “I’m sorry,” He said, looking down at the ground, sounding genuinely apologetic. “It’s just that, I can’t believe you trust somebody like me enough to put yourself in such a risk by outing yourself. It’s not something you can do lightly.”

Jason thought how much it sounded like Danny was chidding him, much like one of his family members would. He kept that to himself as his lips pulled down into a frown. “What do you mean by ‘somebody like you’?” Jason asked, and without his helmet, Danny could hear the slight confusion and concern lacing the man’s voice. It was odd how much he could now gather without the voice modulation getting in the way, perhaps it was the main reason the man had it in the first place.

Danny looked Jason in the eye, his own eyes shifting a bit to look at each one of Jason’s. Then he seemed to find what he wanted and looked away again biting his lip. “I’m not entirely normal.”

Jason snorted, and Danny’s gaze snapped up at the man to glare at him. Jason ignored it as he spoke, amusement tracing his words. “Yeah, no shit. I didn’t think you were trying to hide it with the glowing eyes and fangs you had going on.”

“I don’t do that on purpose.” Danny huffed, crossing over his arms, going back to scowling at the counter as red reached his cheeks. Danny was embarrassed to not to have only gotten caught by not one, not two, not even three, but four bats in the month he’s been in Gotham.

“Can you not control it?” Jason asked, his earlier humor not as present as he became more serious. After all, if Danny couldn’t control his powers, it could possibly create a problem. He didn’t believe that the teen would ever do any harm on purpose, but that didn’t mean the teen couldn’t have accidents or make mistakes. It could very well be a factor that Jason would have to account for and possibly form a plan to help with, because Danny couldn’t go around with an unknown power set that he didn’t even know how to use.

Danny thought for a second, before nodding. “Yeah, if I thought about it hard enough. Though, sometimes a few inhuman things leak either due to my emotional state or other factors I can’t actually control.” Jason still felt a little apprehensive, as he didn’t know the extent to what Danny’s powers would do if they could act up according to his emotion. Danny looked at Jason for a second before somehow understanding what the man felt without having to say anything. “Don’t worry, all of that usually only affects my appearance, like the glowing eyes. Though the sharp teeth, which I really do dislike, is a byproduct of my nonhuman part.”

Jason nodded, taking in all of that information with stride, already immune to this kind of bullshit in his daily life. What he did think about was what Danny said at the end. “You said that the longer canines are part of the ‘nonhuman part’ of you. Does that mean you’re also part human?”

Danny winced somewhat, an internal battle waging inside him as he struggled on how to answer that or how much he should let Jason know. Sure, the older boy just showed him something incredibly personal that could let Danny seriously hurt him if he wanted, but that didn’t mean that Danny had to do the same, as he didn’t know how much he should trust Jason. He wanted to trust Jason, but he didn’t know him, he only knew Red Hood. Maybe he could get to know Jason now too.

Realizing that he was taking a bit to answer, Danny suddenly cleared his throat, but instead of speaking simply nodded his head. Jason was glad to be confirmed, as now he knew what he was dealing with. He felt like there was more to it, but he didn’t want to push Danny more than he already has. He felt like it was a miracle that the teen didn’t already run, maybe showing his identity was the right decision after all. “Anything else you’d like me to know?”

Danny frowned, but this time it was thoughtful, and he studied the wall as he racked his brain as to what to say. “Um, I don’t know. You already know what I am, my name, and that I’m not from here. I don’t really think I feel comfortable saying more.”

“That’s alright kid, you don’t have to tell me anything else unless you wanna.” Jason hoped that Danny would become comfortable enough with him that he would tell him more, but right now he couldn’t ask for much. He had a lot he wasn’t going to tell either, so it would be hypocritical of him. “Now, are you gonna take me up on my offer?”

Danny looked back at Jason’s carefree smile, and felt himself relax a bit, he was somewhat surprised to see some hope in the man’s eyes. Now that he could see the man’s eyes he could tell that Jason was actually quite expressive, much more than the helmet or domino allowed. “I don’t think you truly understand what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you if you want to stay with me in this crummy apartment. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I will find something for you, as you cannot stay on those streets.” Jason sternly said, daring Danny to argue, who couldn’t help but sigh.

“It’s not that, it’s that, I-” Danny’s voice wavered and he took a deep breath to try and open up his throat that was quickly closing. He didn’t know how to explain this without revealing too much, but he wanted to make sure Jason actually wanted to allow him in his life. That Jason wouldn’t regret it. That he himself wouldn’t regret it. “I come with a lot, and it’s not good. I don’t want to put you in any danger.”

Jason snorted, and once again Danny scowled at him. “You mean more danger than I put myself in when I put on a helmet and go out each night kicking ass? I’m used to danger, kid. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” Danny wanted to argue, say how this was a lot different. This was with an actual government branch funded by taxes and shit. He wanted to warn Jason, to make him see his way, but he didn’t want to tell everything. It was selfish, wasn’t it? He was going to have another person killed because he was arrogant, secretive, scared.

He guesses he will have to tell the man something though. “I’m not worth it, okay? It’s a lot of extra trouble that I can’t put you through. You don’t have to do this, really. I won’t be upset if you can’t take on more baggage.”

Jason was silent for a few seconds, and Danny was too nervous to look back up in fear that what he would see was something he never wanted to see. He didn’t want to see the pity, or the underlying disgusted look he would receive. He had already seen it too much, again would be too much, he couldn’t handle it right now, he didn’t want to.

“Listen to me Danny,” Jason said slowly, his serious but soft tone filling the otherwise silent room. “I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to, I want to. I really do care about you Danny, even if you’re a bit stubborn to realize that sometimes.” Jason teased a little, trying and succeeding in making Danny smile a bit, however small. The man may not be the best at feelings or talking in general, but he understood where Danny was coming from. Afterall, he’s felt it all before.

Danny finally looked at Jason once more, and he was taken back from what he saw. Jason’s eyes looked so genuine, and the smile seemed so kind, it reminded Danny of Jazz somebody he used to know. His eyes watered, and he lifted his hands to wipe at them furiously, he didn’t want to cry right now. Especially in front of Jason, he already had his meltdown of the day earlier. All of his inner thoughts and restraints didn’t help him though, as he broke as soon as Jason pulled him into a hug.

When was the last time he had been hugged, or touched in general without somebody meaning harm? It felt like forever ago, though a lot of his memories were buried so deep they began to feel like they never happened. This touch was warm, and it had a feeling of safety wrapping around him. His brain forced a memory of the last time his father hugged him. His long bulky arms and large stature easily held Danny too, making him feel safe and cared for. He felt an ache in his chest, and he sobbed, hugging Jason back, all of the longing he so desperately pushed down and pretended wasn’t there resurged with a newfound vengeance.

He wanted his a family. He wanted to go back to living in his a home. He wanted to be safe.

Danny knew he must have been filthy, as he’s been on the nasty streets for a week without a shower, and that his tears and snot must be covering the shoulder he buried his face into, but Jason held him regardless. Danny kept crying, and Jason never let go, allowing the poor boy to get it out of his system. He didn’t know what the younger boy went through, but he had a feeling that it was something nobody should ever have to go through, let alone a child. It hurt to see the boy sob uncontrollably, so broken and tired in his arms. He would take care of Danny, to hopefully help put back the pieces that were what made Danny. He knew that even if he did manage to help Danny, he would never be the same, as there would always be a few missing pieces that would have to be remade with something new. He would have to make sure that those new pieces were good.

Danny slowly quit crying, his loud unrestrained sobs dulling to a quiet sniffle as the man released his hold on the boy. Danny seemed so much smaller and tired now, more like a kid than Jason has ever seen him, and he frowned deeply at the sight.

“Can I get a shower?” Danny asked eventually, still swiping at his nose that refused to quit running. “I feel pretty gross right now.”

Jason chuckled a little, standing up and popping his back. “Yeah, you can get a shower. I think I might have some clothes that’ll fit you. Let me grab them for you and you can get a shower.”

Danny nodded, grimacing a bit when he looked at the wet spot on Jason’s shoulder. Jason noticed what he was looking at and peered down himself, turning his head back up to Danny with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it kid, I don’t care.”

Jason left after that, digging through several piles of old clothes he had made to donate to some charities, glad he hadn’t got rid of them yet. He pulled out a pair that he deemed reasonable enough that may or may not fit the teen and walked back to the counter where Danny was now awkwardly standing next to.

Jason threw the clothes, Danny clumsily catching them, clearly caught off guard by the lack of warning. “Here you go, hope they fit you well enough. Though I bet they’ll still be pretty big on a stick like you. I should probably get you some actual clothes and shit tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Danny echoed with surprise, not expecting for Jason to make plans so quickly like that. He hadn’t even said he was staying or not, which at this point, he already knew that answer for himself.

“Yep, unless you somehow have plans for tomorrow.” Jason said, shifting his weight on one leg as he crossed his arms. “Which I know you don’t so you better not argue with me, because I am getting you some damn clothing.”

Without knowing how to reply, part of him confused and the other part of him still disoriented from his earlier crying session, Danny only nodded his head. Jason, pleased with the answer, grinned. “Alright, glad that was so easily settled. The bathroom is just down that hall, the last door on the left. The towels and rags are in the closet, and you can use my soap and shit until we can get your own tomorrow.”

Again, Danny numbly nodded, already becoming more exhausted by the second to properly try to argue with Jason that all of this was unnecessary. That he didn’t need all these things for himself. That he was still planning to leave as soon as he could, or as soon as danger presented itself. After a few more seconds, Danny turned on his heels, slowly as to not unbalance and trip over his own feet, and walked to the bathroom.

He flipped on the lightswitch, placing the bundle of clothes on the sink counter. He shut the door and glanced up, taken back by his own appearance in the mirror that sat on the wall in front of him. His eyes seemed sunken in and dark, his cheeks more hollow then he remembered, his skin paler then when he last cared enough to look at. He looked worse for wear, actually, probably worse than that.

Reaching out a shaky hand he softly touched the mirror, as if he could feel the mere imposter of himself through the cold glass. He jerked his hand back and brought it to his actual face, tracing the light freckles that had become more prominent on his fading skin. His face felt sticky and his hands greasy, but he couldn’t stop himself from peeling back his lip and looking at his teeth. He noticed how the sharp points he loathed had grown, becoming that much more of an annoyance. He feared what they implied.

Resting his hand back to his side and facing away from the mirror he went to the closet and grabbed a very fluffy red towel from inside, with a matching red rag to match. There weren't many options to choose from, as all of them were red. Well, it did make sense, as the Red Hood did own them. Danny couldn’t help but smile a bit from thought, knowing he would probably use this to make fun of the man later.

Putting the towel on the sink next to the clothes, he breathed out heavily, refusing to look at his reflection again. He took the grime covered clothes off, putting them messily in a pile in a corner of the small bathroom. Sliding open the glass door, he slipped into the shower, shutting the door right back. He slowly turned on the faucet handle, though was immediately blasted with cold water anyways, causing him to flinch backwards before ducking under the freezing stream of water and closer to the wall with the handle. He adjusted the water until it was warm enough that he could stand under it without his breath being forced into his lungs but cool enough that his own internal body temperature wasn’t changed too much.

It turned out that being part ghost meant that he was more sensitive to drastic temperature changes. Although, it was odd that he appeared to be more resistant to heat than the cold, which did make more sense when he learned that his new normal body temperature was below that of a normal human. Being a halfa really did have its fair amount of mystery and struggle.

After sitting under the water for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of the constant water dripping soothingly onto his skin, he began to actually wash his body and his hair. As refreshing as it was to clean off all the collected dirt and grime off of him, he stepped out as soon as he felt like he had gotten it all off. He didn’t want to stay in the shower and use the water more than he had to, feeling like he would be wasting it at that point.

Using the towel to dry himself and his hair, he ran his hand through his hair, satisfied at how it felt fluffy once again, even with the dampness of it. Putting on the borrowed clothes, he did take notice of how they were about two sizes too big, causing him to have to tie the strings on the sweatpants as tight as they would go. The shirt, which was a deep blue, almost seemed to swallow him, reaching his knees. Maybe he would need clothes after all.

He wished he could have packed before he left.

It didn’t matter for right now though, as he hugged his small frame and snuggled into himself, smiling from how the air remained warm in the bathroom. He took a large inhale, his lungs becoming filled with the air as he had a wave of calmness pass over him. The smell of soap and lavender wafted into the hall as he eventually gathered himself to leave the comforts of the small bathroom. Walking back down the hall, he noticed that Jason was in one of the rooms to the right at the end of the short hallway.

Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he peaked in from the crack of the door, finding that Jason was currently setting blankets on a blown up air mattress. The same one he used when he stayed at the warehouse.

“You going to come in or stare creepily from the crack of the door?” Jason asked, glancing back for only a second before standing up back on his feet from where he was fixing the makeshift bed. Danny opened the door more, stepping slightly into the room, barely passing the threshold. “I know this isn’t really a bed, but I think it should be fine for now, until I can get you an actual mattress anyways. Sound good?”

“It’s more than enough. Thank you.” Danny said quietly, mumbling the last part as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was never good at knowing what to do or say when others did something nice for him. It was almost overwhelming at times, and with him so tired right now it wasn’t helping.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just get some sleep. You look like you’ll fall over dead any second.” Jason joked, and Danny grinned from the small inside joke that the man didn’t know he just made. It was something that Sam and Tucker joked about all the time.

“Okay, Mister ‘I stay up all night fighting crime with a red bucket’.” Danny teased back, going to the blow up mattress and flopping unceremoniously on it. He lazily lifted one hand and waved dismissively. “Make sure you turn off the light when you leave.”

“Seems like somebody is becoming comfortable already.” Jason playfully jabbed, walking to the door before turning around, placing a hand on the light switch. He hesitated for a second, making Danny somewhat worried about what he may say, before the man made up his mind and spoke. “Goodnight brat, get some fucking sleep so you’ll be ready for the shopping trip tomorrow.”

Oh yeah, Jason was dragging him shopping the next day, Danny was a little anxious about that. He tried not to show it as he titled his head to look at Jason. “Goodnight old man.”

There was a small offended scoff before the light was off. “I am not old.” Jason gruffly huffed, and before Danny could come up with a smart retort to that the man shut the door. A small laugh, which was more of a huff of air than anything escaped Danny and he pulled the covers over him the rest of the way. He curled into the bundle of blankets and wrapped his arms around himself, soon becoming comfortable.

He had missed sleeping on something other than whatever random abandoned spot he could find, usually being the dirty floor of some collapsing building. He was warm and safe and for the moment everything really did feel like it would be okay. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he knew he couldn’t, so he may as well enjoy it now.

Danny slept the best he had in weeks that night, without the fear of somebody finding him for once. Jason let him sleep for however long the poor teen wanted, as he knew how exhausted the other must have been. Life on the streets was not easy, even for somebody with superpowers. He wished he could have done something sooner, took the teen with him instead of letting him go into the dark streets of Gotham. Maybe he should have, but he couldn’t go back and change it, so he would only have to help Danny however he can now. Starting with getting the boy some clothing that fits and other essentials. It was all he knew what to do at that moment, as he’s never taken care of another person before, let alone a teenager. He didn’t even know if he was responsible and old enough to take care of a kid, as he still had plenty of problems himself.

This would be a learning process indeed, hopefully Danny was willing to learn along with him.

Jason was sitting in the living room at the moment, trying to read a book, but was struggling as thoughts plagued his mind. He put the book down when he heard the door creak open, watching Danny slowly creep into the living room rubbing his eyes. Jason never thought about Danny’s eyes too much, but a quick fleeting thought about how he was taking after the old man and his habit of adopting children with black hair and blue eyes. He mentally chased that thought away, not wanting to be compared to Bruce in any way.

“Good morning walking zombie, what do you want for breakfast?” Jason asked, noticing how Danny stopped midway of a yawn and lazily looked at Jason.

“Obviously brains if I’m a zombie.” Danny responded, watching Jason as he headed towards the kitchen.

“Har har, very funny brat.” He said, playfully nudging the teen’s shoulder as he passed. “So, do eggs and toast sound good?”

“Do I have to eat toast?” Danny asked, somewhat quietly, becoming shy once more.

“Nah I’m just going to shove it down your throat.” Jason answered sarcastically, before softening his features. “Of course you don’t have to eat anything you don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything. How about an egg and a bowl oatmeal? That sound better?”

Danny hummed with a nod of his head, and Jason began getting the oats out along with a pan. It took around half an hour but soon breakfast was done and they were both sitting back down at the counter eating. Danny mumbled another appreciative word before eating his own food, shoving it into his mouth much slower than he did the night before.

As they sat there in comfortable silence, Jason believed that he could probably get used to this. It wasn’t bad, having somebody else in his apartment. He realized he liked having Danny around, that he truly got attached to the kid those weeks ago, which he had already figured out way earlier.

After breakfast Jason got dressed into his usual civilian clothes, consisting of a t-shirt with a leather jacket thrown over top, jeans, and combat boots. Danny couldn’t change and instead went out like he was, not minding the oversized clothes as he had been wearing them for most of the time he was on the streets, having kept the man’s clothes then. He only hoped that nobody he had talked to during that time would recognize him, as they would probably question why he was tailing behind Jason. Which he doubted anybody would, as he hardly talked at all during his time on the streets alone.

Jason ended up dragging Danny through a multitude of stores, allowing Danny to pick out whatever he liked. When the man realized that the teen was having trouble even looking at the clothing, Jason had begun picking some out and telling Danny to not worry about the price and just how much he liked it. When Danny tried to argue, Jason quickly brought up how he was well off, being a crime lord and all. That seemed to work as the teen had started picking out clothing after that, trying out a lot of it and showing it off to Jason who put his own input.

It soon spiraled into more of a dress-up game where Jason would make an outfit for Danny to wear. Then the teen would walk out like in the pageants and both of them would rate the outfit out of ten. It resulted in quite a few laughs from the more ridiculous outfits and some new clothes for Danny to wear. Which was a win-win in Jason’s book.

After gathering several bags of clothes they grabbed the rest of what Danny would need for the time he was going to stay with Jason. Danny once again tried to argue, to tell the man that he wasn’t planning on being around for long, but Jason was quick to silence all of the boy’s worries. In the end they got Danny his own soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb for his wild hair, and other things he needed. They took it back and sorted the items out, putting the clothes in Danny’s closet in his new room. When Danny heard that he was going to have his own room, he almost cried again, but stopped himself before he could, holding back his emotions tears.

Done dealing with all of that, it was close to lunchtime, Jason deciding that he would take Danny to a diner for lunch instead of staying home. He ended up bringing him to one of his favorite diners, a small old style restaurant with the red booths and round tables. He didn’t expect Danny to stand at the door and look around with a glaze of something unidentifiable in his eyes, which seemed to be quickly turning into tears.

Jason immediately tried to ask what was wrong but then Danny shook his head and gave the man a watery smile, reassuring that he would be fine. The man didn’t know what could have caused the reaction, but he didn’t press any further and instead guided the teen to a table for the two.

Being a regular at the diner, the waitress walked up with a friendly smile, asking how Jason was doing before realizing he didn’t come alone.

“Aw! Who’s this cute kiddy?” The girl, Amy, asked, grinning and cooed a bit when Danny bashfully tried to cover his reddening face.

Jason laughed and Danny had glared at the man through his hands, causing more laughter. “Meet Danny, he’s staying with me.” He explained, taking the single menu the girl had grabbed, laying it in front of Danny as he already knew what he wanted. “Don’t be fooled by his shy act, he’s actually pretty snarky when you get to know him.”

“This kid? Snarky? He looks too adorable to be mean.” Amy continued to tease, before straightening up, holding out her notepad and pen. “So, what would you two gentlemen like to drink?”

“I’ll just take a sweet tea, without the lemon.” Jason easily ordered, the girl nodding as she wrote it down.

Amy turned her attention back to Danny, smiling more gently. “And what about you kiddo?”

Danny finally mustered up the courage to look the waitress in the eye. “I’d also like a sweet tea, though I would like a lemon with. Please.” Danny added the last part hurriedly, going back to glaring at the menu on the table with rising embarrassment.

Amy giggled a bit, before waving at Jason and leaving to go get their drinks. When she came back Jason and Danny ordered their food. Both of them enjoyed the greasy food with laughs and easy conversation. Jason was pleased to see how much Danny was beginning to open up and be himself around him, even if he was still wary around others. It was a step forward.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door jingle, which wasn’t anything unusual as people walked in and out quite regularly from the diner, but Danny had stopped mid sentence and perked up. He twisted his head with a surprising amount of speed to the door, which was a few tables behind him, and Jason followed his movement. Jason was surprised to see Dick and Tim there, the older of the two looking around while the younger one scrolled aimlessly on his phone.

Jason groaned and slid in his seat, a hand over his face. Why were they here? Actually, the more important question. Why the hell did Danny act like that? He didn’t do that for everybody else who entered and left, but as soon as Dick and Tim did he turned around like he knew they were coming. The teen could apparently sense others from Duke’s report, so maybe he had recognized one of their auras or some shit? Dick hadn’t been in Gotham for a while though, so that must mean he had already met Tim, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t when the teen was in his civilian clothes.

Great, now he had to try and explain to the bats that the superhuman teen they were tracking knows their identities and also try to make sure Danny doesn’t run away simultaneously.

Dick spotted Jason and called out the man, making said man slink further into his seat while rubbing his face. Just as soon as he thought his outing with Danny was going so well too. The teen looked like he was about to bounce any second, watching Tim with rapt attention, like the teen was going to pounce at him at any moment. Jason wondered if Tim already did, because if so, he was going to kick his ass.

“Jaybird, I knew you would be here-” He cut himself off as he finally saw the other boy sitting with him, who was on the edge of his seat still watching Tim. Tim was now also staring at Danny with wide eyes, seeming to already recognize the teen. Jason narrowed his eyes at Tim, becoming suspicious of how much he already knew. Did he somehow slip up and didn’t catch Tim following him around again? He was for sure going to kick the teen’s ass, no matter how much Dick would try to hold him back.

“Oh, who’s this?” Dick said, slipping a charming smile directed to Danny. Danny didn’t respond though, still in an intense staring match with Tim. The air grew awkward as the two others sat there like outsiders to whatever was happening between the two teens.

Jason cleared his throat, Dick’s attention going to him. “This is Danny.” His eyes flickered to Tim, watching as Tim tried not to flinch. “He’s going to be staying with me.”

Dick, not oblivious to the tension hanging between the three others, nodded before stepping back. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair now. Just wanted to let you know that Alfred is expecting you this weekend for supper, and he said that he already made preparations for another person, I guess this is him?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he’ll want to come though.” Jason answered even though he knew he never told Alfred about Danny, still glaring at Tim who was shuffling uncomfortably from the two pairs of eyes on him.

Dick only nodded, not wanting to address what was going on in fear it would cause a fight of some sort. “I’ll make sure to tell Alfred that.” With that Dick left, dragging Tim with him, who scurried right behind not wanting to be in the diner any longer.

As soon as they left Danny’s head whipped around to Jason, a disbelieving look on his face. “You’re related to Red Robin?” He said harshly in a whispered tone, and Jason groaned again, knowing he had a lot to explain now. On both parties. This should be fun.

[lichfucker]

tagged by @domesticatedanimals ty jack I love u

Rules: Go to your (current/main) AO3 account and find the following:

What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

explicit lmao but only just! I have five fics rated E and four rated M

What are your top three fandoms?

Black Sails (6) The Fetch Phillips Archives (3) Community (2)

if I had finished say it out loud then ted lasso would be tied w community at two but that's simply never going to happen after s3 killed all enthusiasm I ever had for the show

I wish these numbers were larger but. listen. I write big, slow pieces that take a million years so my published oeuvre is. small. the gap between black sails and everything else is only going to increase with time

What is the top character you write about?

"Long" "John" "Silver." I put all three names in quotes because none of those are his name 🥰😘

flint and silver would be tied but I didn't tag him in Ner Tamid because he's barely in it lmao

What are your top three pairings?

Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver (5) Madi/John Silver (3) Muldoon/John Silver (2)

I thought Annie Edison/Britta Perry would be tied with silvermoon at two but I forgot that I didn't actually tag annie/britta in Five Girls Annie Almost Kissed, which IS the correct choice for me to have made but it obscures the numbers very slightly. I need to rewatch community and then write some porn abt it. I think that'll fix me

What are the top three additional tags?

Pining (5) Canon Disabled Character (4) POV Alternating (3)

canon disabled character tag my fucking beloved 💛💛💛💛💛 that number will be increasing very soon 😈

Does any of this surprise you?

no lmao like I said my catalogue is small I know what all is going on in there and I know where my own fixation lies

I can't say I'm surprised by it because, again, I know what I've written, but it's interesting that my work is so silver-centric because if you asked me to choose I'd call myself a flint girlie (gn) before a silver one. it's because of Ner Tamid. it's the judaism. that's the difference maker. also there are too many fics out there with a silver pov written by people who do not fucking understand him at all so I feel like I need to balance the scales. plus the treasure island of it all. silver lives and it's a horrible thing and a fascinating thing and I need to write about it forever

anyway! this was fun. we all saw all of this coming from miles away. I am naught but a parody of myself

tagging @asterofthevoid @etoilesombre @jaynovz @boasamishipper do this if you wanna (no pressure obv)

[stuckinapril]

I have kind of a question or need for advice? I don’t mind if followers want to respond either. This is a bit convoluted and like word vomit, but anyway:

So one of my main points of insecurity is that I’ve never had anyone ask me out or take an interest in me before. I’m 24 and never kissed anyone either. All of my sisters are much better looking (my sister was literally accepted into a modeling agency) and have boyfriends, or have had experiences. All are younger. All are on their own or living separate. I still live with my mother. She had a surprise baby when I was 21 and has been a single mom for most of my life. I get paid to watch him and love him a lot. That being said I am also in therapy for a PTSD diagnosis, related to difficult childhood issues, and had a difficult experience last year that put a stop to trying to seek independence. I’ve started another online program, but have routinely failed exams and can’t seem to get through assignments without cheating, and am going to likely fail out of one of these programs. I feel incompetent, like I’m wasting my life and completely directionless and a bit of a loser. I live in my head a lot, and probably have some maladaptive tendencies, it just feels like I can’t function, that I’m not as good as other people, then I also feeling like I’m narcissistic and can’t see things as clear as others.

I don’t know what question I have for you, but if you have any advice or thoughts even if it’s difficult I’d be happy to hear it. I just feel very lost and am alarmed at almost the nonchalance acknowledgement of these feelings.

first of all: take a deep breath & acknowledge you’re human. it sounds to me like you’ve been through some shit in the past, & that has taken your story in a direction you didn’t expect/don’t seem to be satisfied with. that is entirely ok. it also sucks to have younger sisters society would deem as more successful. i could preach how comparison is the thief of joy, but i understand why that’s really fucking hard in your position. i completely & totally get it.

ik women are led to believe they’re like. ancient by 30. but you’re only 24. just let that sink in. 24 is seriously not that long at all. it’s not a big deal you didn’t have a romantic experience by this age; more women than you would probably guess are in the same position. hell, some women literally strive for celibacy. this is not unheard of. & if you truly wanted to, an experience wouldn’t be hard to come by. dating apps have made it, now more than ever, extremely accessible to get male attention.

i’m not telling you this from an angle of “yeah it’s not as hard as u think, go make an account lol” but more so just pointing out that it’s not out of reach, to alleviate your urgency about that (if you feel any). bc you seriously could get that experience whenever you want. but it doesn’t mean you should. & while that decision will always be yours to make, my take (at the threat of sounding presumptuous) is that you shouldn’t right now. not if you want a relationship less for the companionship & more for the external validation. not if you’d use a relationship as a means to run away from yourself. a relationship should add to your happiness, but it should never be the source of your happiness. i would never tell anyone to be perfect before entering a relationship; but they should at least be in a stable-enough mental state not to fall prey to codependency. codependency will fuck you up even more. it’s better to just sort your shit out now & go from there.

it also doesn’t say anything that no man has approached you. like literally nothing about your worth at all. some women know how to present themselves as approachable, while others are more closed off & that wards off interest. it’s usually really tied less to who you as a person & more to whether you present yourself as on the market haha.

i personally don’t think living w a parent is indicative of anything tbh… like someone could live w their parent & still be entirely independent. it’s totally contextual. it seems to me like you & your mom established a symbiotic relationship, which is good. this doesn’t mean total independence isn’t off the table for you. it just seems like what you have rn is working, and that’s no crime.

you’re not a loser. at all. whatsoever. you’ve just been dealt different cards—from your sisters, from your friends, from anyone you could possibly be comparing yourself to right now. if you truly didn’t care, you wouldn’t be thinking about it with the meticulousness i can clearly sense in this ask. acknowledge that. thank yourself for seeming self aware of any potential issues you have, & your willingness to work on them. you’re literally going to therapy. that is so big. many people don’t have it in them to take that step. with time & patience for yourself, you will build the life you want for you. just keep your wants in sight, keep facing issues in therapy, keep trying to do better bit by bit. stop w the self flagellation. replace comparison w gratitude for what you currently have, and acknowledgement of what you’re capable of/what you could be falling short of. don’t settle, but don’t beat yourself up for not being where you’d like to be yet. change can’t happen in a day. as long as you keep trying, that’s literally all that matters, cliche as that may sound.

self-compassion is not laziness—it’s simply acknowledging you’re human, while also striving to improve.

nothing is out of reach. you just need to be more compassionate to yourself, & keep in mind that healing is a process that cannot be rushed. but it’s so worth it. you’re so young. it’s never too late to live the life you truly want

[an-aura-about-you]

I Was a Queer Salvation Army Bell Ringer

Part 1: Job Searching and the Application Process

I have decided to just bite the bullet and start writing about this to get it all off my chest. I had been doing some research, and there is still some research I intend to do, but it is beside the main point of this mostly anecdotal writing I intend to do. I also decided to make it basically a miniseries as opposed to one long post dumping about everything.

So here we go.

It was the end of October of this year, 2023, and I needed a new washing machine. Between that and the upcoming holiday season, I figured the time was right to get a seasonal job. Surely there would be plenty available, right?

Well, honestly, no. Even during this time of year, job searching was pretty miserable. Job searching has been pretty miserable in general, but even the added jobs to cover the busy Christmas season were pretty miserable. They have a reputation for being easy to get, but I didn't get any sort of word back from most of the seasonal positions I applied to. And that didn't even factor in my limited availability, which would have been the nail in the coffin for most retail positions since I wouldn't be able to help out on any infamous Black Friday sales.

But while hunting for a seasonal job, one listing caught my eye that seemed unusual: Bell Ringer for the Salvation Army.

Not unusual for the reason you might think, however. I had actually worked as a bell ringer for the Salvation Army before back in the autumn and winter of 2006. I was a college student and unaware at the time both of the Salvation Army's anti-queer reputation and my own place in the queer community. I was starting to get hints that I was queer in the classic bisexual-to-asexual pipeline, but I wouldn't learn the term asexual and realize it applied to me until 2010.

What I was surprised about is that I thought they were volunteer only for bell ringers NOW, because it had been some time since I had seen a listing. On top of that, the pay was. Ok, the pay wasn't good by my own personal metrics because almost none of the local job listings are paying well. But the listed pay was better than the state minimum wage. More on that later.

So I decided, "Fuck it. If they choose to hire me, I can't resist the irony of the Salvation Army willingly giving a queer person money."

I clicked the 1-tap apply button on my job search app.

This resulted in an email being sent to me asking me to apply online through the Salvation Army's website. Weird since that defeats the purpose and convenience of the 1-tap apply button, but whatever. I do the thing we all have to do nowadays where you create an account that you know you're never going to use again and apply for the job.

I get a call a couple of days later. It's the woman from the Salvation Army heading up the red kettle program. She asks me to come to the office and fill out a paper application. For some reason, sunk cost fallacy perhaps, I agree and continue with the Sisyphean effort of applying for this job.

When I actually go to the office, I find flyers for the bell ringing job. These advertise that no, they are only offering minimum wage pay for it instead of the range listed on the app. I wish I had taken a screenshot of it because I can't find it now, but my best guess on what happened is the job search app added an estimated range on the job, as it sometimes does, and I missed the part where it said, "estimated pay." My memory is not necessarily a thing to be trusted, but job listings aren't either, so at least we're a match on that.

I fill out the paper application, and I'm informed that orientation is next week. No job interview, no hemming or hawing, the simple act of applying has got me in. They're just looking for warm bodies that are mobile enough to ring a bell. This makes sense to some degree, and indeed it was part of the appeal of the job. I knew from past experience that it is a simple job that requires minimal to no training, theoretically the easiest money one can make without being born into it.

Just like that, I was once again a bell ringer for the Salvation Army.

[onelungmcclung]

MotA pt nine:

(writing this up for the sake of completionism but it may... be a little too critical for some people's liking. maybe skip it if you loved it.)

you introduce three new characters in episode 8? and then do nothing with them? all that focus on the tuskegee airmen and for what

I'm not surprised the planned escape didn't go according to plan, but... why set it up like it would be the focus of this episode?

why does nobody ever take into account the other POWs from the 100th? (buck and bucky don't mention them when deciding to escape; crosby and rosie don't ask after them)

no scenes of the other POWs post-liberation?

no revelations about capt westgate and what she's been up to, not even if she made it out alive?

no answer to the question "does kidd ever look happy"?

no meatball?

only six (6) biographies in the end credits?

I'm fine with sprawling meandering narratives but you do have to bring it all together eventually. to that end, every character still involved in the story should be included to some extent. (e.g. you could use your montages to better effect. I'm not that interested in the east anglia locals. show me capt westgate, show me the belgian resistance, show me the tuskegee airmen.)

I do not think you can efficaciously combine a Main Character style narrative (egan, cleven, crosby and rosie as POV characters) with a sprawling meandering narrative. pick one.

I assumed that the Main Character device was chosen to make the story more coherent (even if it was not a creative choice I would have personally made) but it... didn't

similarly I never thought egan and cleven worked as the narrative focus but I figured there was a good reason for it. now I think I was right. (I probably would have given them skip/muck levels of prominence rather than winters/nixon levels; I do not think all their screentime was justified and it was never clear why they were the "indisputed leaders of the 100th".) I like rosie but not giving over half an episode to his r&r; I like crosby but not his narration. like robert hutton, "I generally think if you're narrating, you've failed".

it has the uncomfortable feeling of a story that covers many interesting stories within it but does none of them justice. if the story of the 100th bomb group can't be told well in 9 episodes, find a different piece of war history. I don't feel the writers were uninvested, but they could not keep all these balls in the air.

I suspect this episode may originally have been two episodes (one more focused on the POW camp, the final episode more based around homecoming) condensed into one for budgetary reasons. I like to think alex, macon and daniels would otherwise have got more to do.

budgetary reasons may also be why they sorta skipped over D-Day (specifically, combat scenes) despite building up to it in previous episodes

I do think better editing would have helped the show overall

the combat scenes were generally good but the strategy was not clear, leading to another uncomfortable feeling that maybe the RAF toffs were right actually

like the "bombers as bait" thing revealed in episode 7... that seemed to be setting up some terrifying suspenseful missions but I don't think we really got to see them?

I do have favourite characters! just possibly not ones I was meant to have

hope the young largely unknown supporting actors get some good roles in the near future (I knew quite a few of them from other things, so naturally I'm faintly protective of them. go forth!)

I will read miller's book sometime. (I wanted to judge the series on its own merits and not know any of the pilots' fates beforehand, but that may have come with tradeoffs. anyway, will read it.)

to be as blunt as I will get: messing up a miniseries based on a book seems quite a feat. I didn't expect to have no criticisms, but I expected it to be cohesive.

might gif some supporting character darlings. might not get around to it (... most of my edits were made in lockdown)

I will try not to say any more unkind things about it in the future, this is my vent post

[aru-xx]

I'm here now. (Small Extra) // Detroit Become Human x Heavy Rain

A/N: yooo! this extra is just a reaaally short addition to the actual story, since i thought it was kind of cute! it's nothing special just something basic. enjoy reading! any kind of feedback is always appreciated and if you liked this fanfic, then make sure to check out my account for more stories or leave me some requests for stories with your own ideas. have a great day/night! // Word Count: 622 // not revised // ――――――――――――― 8th November 2038, 4:06pm, Stratford Tower The annoying sound of the android standing next to me constantly flipping his coin from one hand to the other were starting to get on my nerves so at some point I snapped and was quick to snatch it away from him, which made him look slightly confused. "You're starting to piss me off with that coin Connor." "Sorry lieutenant" He simply replied with a hint of disappointment in his voice before fixing his tie like always. Just a few moments later the elevator doors opened and we both stepped out, only to see a lot of police officers walking around together with the FBI, which was already a clear sign for me to just turn around and go to Jimmy's bar instead. "Shit, what's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?", I spoke with no need to hide how much I wanted to investigate the whole situation here. Not at all. One of the officers greeted me friendly and then gave me a quick briefing over the situation, Connor following right behind me. "No people were harmed. Oh, and the FBI is here if you haven't noticed yet", the Officer told me before I scoffed and walked more into the main room, taking a quick look at everything. Hearing and seeing how peaceful the deviant group apparently snuck into the building, was really fascinating to me if i would be honest about it. After having looked sloppily over the whole situation, i checked if someone was especially watching me before taking out the coin i stole from Connor before. I twisted in both of my hands before slowly trying to balance the coin on one of my hands. "How is he doing this?.." i asked myself in a whisper, but remember just a few moments later that was an android and could do possibly anything perfectly. I still tried to learn some tricks with the coin before hearing that some people started a rather heated conversation behind me, which catched my attention now so I turned around to see Connor getting "lectured" as he apparently was not supposed to be here in a time like this. "Androids against androids huh?" I heard the too familiar voice speak up; it was Special Agent Perkins. I groaned at the sight of him and the fact that he was making things unnecessarily difficult for all of us. I started walking towards them wanting to step in, but in the end it wasn't me who spoke up. "Hey there's no need for that. I'm sure we all have our reasons to be here", another familiar voice. "Whatever you say Jayden." Perkins said apathetic before walking off and revealing the person that was standing next to him that he had covered before and I haven't seemed to noticed until now. Jayden. Yeah right Jayden. Agent Jayden. Norman. Agent Norman Jayden from the FBI! I refreshed my memory once more in my head, before walking the last bit up to them. Standing right in front of them now seemed to have catched their attention and made the FBI Profiler and Android turn their heads to me. "Haven't seen you in a long time, Norman." The both of them looked rather surprised at what I said. Connor was most likely confused about the fact that I knew someone working at the FBI even though I always told him that I hated them, and Norman on the other hand was most likely surprised to see me again after so long. He was speechless for a moment before catching himself and laying a soft smile on his lips. "It's great to see you again Mister Anderson, would've never thought of seeing you ever again."

[kendrixtermina]

The „passions“ as specific experiences

I hadn’t put these on tumblr & it occurred to me that I probably should

After consuming a lot of books, videos, first-hand accounts etc, I’ve come to the conclusions that the „passions“ are in fact rather specific combinations of thoughts & emotions than in theory anyone could experience, but which the types for whom it’s the main issue experience quite powerfully & get chased about the landscape by.

Perhaps it’s better let’s use the term „lower emotional habits“ to get away from judgy religion sin talk. nowadays a lot of therapists like to use labels like "counterproductive" or "unhelpful" to avoid ppl internalizing anything in a judgy way.

Now I love a good cardinal vices gimmick & we could have a nice long interesting talk about how the trope has been taken up in Japanese media & there interacting with the cultural background of buddhism, but I think in this case Ichazo’s desire to fit his list of observed „chief features“ (which he derives from simply sorting ppl by what annoys them the most; it will surprise no one to learn that he was an 8...) trying to fit it into the gimmick created a bit of confusion potential like you always gotta explain that „oh, its meant in the old english or latin sense of the term“.

Plus my inner pedantic art critic is a bit salty that they didn’t think to use Despair (the 8th deadly sin in orthodox christianity) for the 6 to complete the set of slightly confusing terms.

So I’m thinking, let’s get some specificity in here & try to compile what it actually, concretely is based on experience reports, just for specificity’s sake & to perhaps help ppl with their self-observation.

1 – frustration with things not being how they should or could be. Some are actually pretty conscious about how this motivates them to work hard & always do better, but it can also turn to stress & resentment or being aggrieved that reality isnt utopic

2 – that hit of gratification when someone says „Wow, I couldn’t have done it without you.“ Not that unlike with the 3, this isn’t just about good regard in general, but about having special significance to particular ppl. being tempted by the idea of being "indispensable"

3 – ppl report rather strong gratification when they’re admired/ praised, but also that they can be too focussed on what they „should“ be feeling/performing in such a situation that little attention is left over for their actual feelings or preferences.

4 – negative comparison. But not just or not necessarily of the self with others, but also general ‚if only…‘ scenarios, wishing things had gone differently, lamenting past losses, imagining better alternate scenarios, or even just against ones own idea of how one should be.

5 – the kneejerk refusal. That sometimes quite hostile ‚eugh, no!‘ kinda feeling when you’re suddenly talked at, asked to participate in something or even contemplating a task that you „have“ to do. Sometimes there’s a spike of dread, like ‚oh no what will I have to do now?!‘ or ‚It‘s too much, I can’t.‘

6 – that thing where as soon as you get settled on an idea, or encounter the slightest sugestion of another possibility, you immediately go ‚...but what if I‘m mistaken??‘ or ‚...what if it all goes wrong?‘ and the building anxious charge that sometimes comes with it.

7 – It’s a thought pattern where you just *must* have or do this one additional thing & feel like if you did have it then you’d finally be happy – but often you may just start craving the next thing. The LaHue guy has a very evocative video on this where he describes it as almost like the world curving and all paths twisting towards whatever Must Be Had. Implicit here is some anxious assumption that if you didnt get it that would be really bad.

8 – A tendency to amp up the intensity when encountering obstacles or opposition to one’s pursuit of pleasure and goals, be it interpersonal conflict or just „conquerring“ the stains on the floor. The difference to the 7 thing is that the 7 would be content if the nice things just fell in their mouth whereas for the 8 there’s some ‚thrill of the chase‘, anxiety or anger or even pain gets registered as positive excitement, so it has almost a little bit of a self-destructive component. What is being craved is not just gratification, but a sense of triumphing over obstacles.

9 – this is one of the harder ones to grasp, cause it’s less ‚active‘ in a sense. It’s when you’re thinking of doing something for your own development, like going after a goal, stating an opinion, drawing attention etc. and at the first serious obstacle you’re like, ‚ah, screw it, it‘s not really worth it’. Not worth the effort or the ruffled feathers or the discomfort in thinking about it, or whatever it is.

Yeah it’s not being lazy and it’s not „avoiding instrospection“ either – though it might be avoiding thinking about particular things that are to do with your goals, impulses and wishes and have discomfort associated.

What I find really interesting is how some types are built around chasing highs whereas others are rather structured around reacting to something unpleasant.

Note also that for the impulse types its a response to an obstacle to your will, for the feeling types its to do with self-evaluation, and for the mental types there’s a quality of tension to it, of fearing a bad consequence.

Like, for example, the 9 one - Of the common analogies inertia is probably the best, like a little rock rolling back into the valley if it wasnt pushed with enough force to overcome the hill.

The 1 will just stubbornly keep rolling gravity be damned and will argue that the stupid hill shouldn’t be there, the 8 will push the rock extra hard on the second attempt and send it flying…. Seeing the structure yet? Its really cool… even if it a map of what’s ruining our lives.

You can derive the triadic characteristics from this, 9 gives up but also tries to be ok with its current situation, 8 goes boom! But pursues what it wants…

Or with the heart types – 2 is chasing a feeling of positive self-evaluation (& trying to get it from others), 3 is proactively assuming a particular way of being evaluated that works for the situation, 4 is reacting to a negative self-evaluaton.

My latest attempt to get control of my life consists of mentally labelling the voice that says „No, no, I dont wanna, fuck you“ as my Inner Goblin and as the one that’s like „I can’t! I can’t! It’s too much!“ as the Inner Victorian Maiden in an attempt to maybe take them less seriously or remind myself inerrogate the soundness of their claims. They’re very persuasive sometimes tho, it can feel like a survival threat, this is all pretty deep-rooted automatic shit.

If it was wholly illusory, it would be too easy – sometimes I really don’t wanna or really can’t, so the trick is in distinguishing rather than kneejerk defaulting.

Same goes for the others, probably – enjoying being praised, for example, isn’t always bad. If you got it fairly & didn’t twist yourself into no painful contortions to get it, why shouldn’t you enjoy it?

So there’s the complicatedness.

[axvwriter]

Princess Brides

A Twisted Wonderland Phantom Bride event fanfiction starring my oc Bobo. Italicized lines are dialogue lines copied directly from the game's event. No art for this, but Bobo's outfit will be shared in a separate post.

This is a long one, if I'm reading Word properly, a total of 3,587 words.

            Bobo couldn’t help but think of the time she signed the Ramshackle Dorm away. It was a stupid thing to do, yet she figured doing so would teach Grim something about trying to rush into things without thinking. Though afterwards she did realize he should have already learned to be more cautious after his own contract landed him as a dish sponge. At least there was one thing that Azul hadn’t been completely dishonest about at that time. They were gentlemen. They upheld their part of the contract and when they came to take the dorm building as collateral, they gave her and Grim some time to pack their things first.

            Now she and Grim were being forcibly removed from the building with no time to get their things nor given a proper explanation. Bobo wanted to talk it out, get a few more answers to what the ghosts meant about the building being an extinct kingdom’s guest house. Yet Grim was quick to jump into fighting for their home. Were the ghosts that usually resided in the building kicked out as well? She hadn’t seen them at all today. Just like the first time Grim tried to exercise the old building, the ghosts just kept coming back. Eventually he relented and the evicted duo went to find Crowley.

            Bobo didn’t appreciate how dismissive Crowley was. He even told them to find someone to room with, not caring that her spare clothes and school supplies were still in the Ramshackle building. Bobo may have a few people she could try asking, but it annoyed her that he wasn’t even going to try to help and make sure they had somewhere safe to sleep. Though before she and Grim could complain to the Headmage, they all learned that quite the situation had taken over the main school building. The one thing Crowley hadn’t accounted for had happened; the Ghost Bride Eliza had found herself a groom.

-

            Bobo had kept close to Ortho, watching the feed he had projected for everyone to watch. How rather confusing, while she felt worried for Idia’s life, she couldn’t help but find the first team’s attempts rather pitiful. If things weren’t as dire, she would think all of this to be quite comedic. Though the Ghost Bride was being rather stubborn and nitpicky. What really bothered Bobo was how she went about rejecting them. A harsh slap with a casting of paralyzation. Bobo silently fumed, keeping most of her thoughts to herself.

            Then the second team was sent out. Bobo was a bit disappointed with Deuce, how easily he let Ace talk him into joining that team and Deuce didn’t even consider forcing Ace to come with him. He could have used Ace’s very own reasoning against him. Perhaps she’ll bring it up to him sometime later.

            It wasn’t too surprising that the second team were all shot down. Though Bobo found herself especially frustrated with how Deuce’s attempt went. He froze and the Ghost Bride punished him for that. Were all these ghosts delusional about how “kind” their princess is!? With the time she has spent with the usual ghosts around the school, she already knew they had some pretty odd views on things, but this, were they all living in a completely different reality?!

            “Wait,” Bobo quietly spoke up, catching Ortho’s attention. “Did Idia really only complain that he wouldn’t get to read his manga? Why didn’t he bring up you? Unless… the reason you asked for help and have chosen to stay back… do you think if Princess Eliza knew about you, she would have you kil- have you depart from this world too?” Bobo glanced at Ortho, who seemed to opt to feign hearing her. Everyone continued to watch Idia plead with his failed saviors until Crowley spoke up.

“I suppose we have little choice. We’ll have to round up every remaining potential suitor!” Crowley declared, ready to send Bobo and Grim off.

            “No.” Bobo shot him down, causing a confused and indignant squawk to slip out of the Headmage’s mouth. “It’s clear that throwing suitor after suitor at her isn’t working. I doubt we’re going to get very far just throwing more at her.”

            “Well, do you have a better plan?” Ace questioned.

            “I’m not sure if it’s “better”, but we out to shake things up. You should all prepare in case my plan does fail. If it comes down to it, you may even have to break through the ghosts’ forces, grab Idia, and run. Anything to buy us time until we can get through to that princess. It may take me some time to prepare, but Ortho’s watching the feeds, he can inform you all when I make it to the wedding venue.” Bobo reached down and lightly nudged Grim towards Ace. “Grim, you stay with them. I doubt you want to deal with all of them. Ortho, can you send some stills of the suit they put Idia in? Back, front, and side angles to my phone please.”

            “Sure prefect!” Ortho responded, working on that right away as Bobo walked off, leaving them all clueless to her plan.

-

            As the ghosts were about to start their wedding ceremony, the cafeteria doors swung open. Two ghosts floated in, flanking a cloaked figure.

            “Your Highness! A princess from another kingdom has arrived to show her support in your marriage!” One of the ghosts announced. Eliza gasped happily and went to greet her guest. A murmur of confusion went through the paralyzed boys, which the ghosts had moved to stand as groomsmen. The figure reached a hand up to their hood and pulled the entire cloak off. Casting it aside, the figure revealed itself to be Bobo dressed in a wedding gown.

            “I may have misspoken.” Bobo smirked at the ghosts’ shock. Her wedding gown wasn’t a traditional white like the Ghost Bride’s, but it was black with a pattern closely matching the suit Idia was forced into. Her black veil even had matching white lilies at the corners that held it to her head as it laid behind her head instead of in front of her face. The dress’s skirt is almost comically poofy, completely hiding her footwear. The sleeves were short yet quite poofy too. Instead of the normal white gloves Bobo usually wears, she had exchanged them for a matching black pair that almost reached the end of the sleeves. In one hand Bobo even held a wedding bouquet of yellow roses, chamomile, and some dusty miller leaves, all tied with a dark blue ribbon.

            “I am Princess Bobo Mycelind of the Mycelind Kingdom. I have not come here to support Princess Eliza, but to challenge her for the right to marry Idia Shroud!” Bobo declared, holding her free hand out to point straight at the shocked bride.

            “WHAT?!” Everyone shouted in response.

            “Why won’t ANYONE listen to ME!? I don’t wanna marry ANYONE!” Idia wailed aloud. Bobo casted Idia a brief exasperated look.

            “You hear that? My sweet Idia is already committed to me!” Eliza responded as she raised a hand, preparing to slap Bobo. Bobo sneered and tossed her bouquet down, causing it to erupt into a storm of petals. She rushed over to where Idia stood as Eliza and her retainers swatted at the petals.

            “What he said didn’t sound anything like that.” Bobo grumbled as she approached Idia with such a grumpy look, he started to wriggle, struggling against his paralysis in a panic. “Play along and maybe we can get her to set you free.” Bobo snarled quietly, ignoring his panic before turning around to face the approaching ghosts.

            “Princess Eliza!” Bobo spoke up and met them halfway. “You may think your prince is so devoted to you, but I’ve heard of how you’ve been treating the many suitors that have come to call on you today. Not only did you let them talk you into hearing them out about marrying them instead, but you also acted unlike the graceful royal you should be when turning down a suitor! How is Idia supposed to believe you truly love him? What graceful royal dares inflict physical harm upon a suitor?!”

            “I- Excuse me?! They are all so incompetent! None of them hold an ounce of princely quality to them!” Eliza defended herself, only adding to Bobo’s rage.

            “That is no excuse to slap them! When someone of your standing is to turn someone down, you are expected to do so with grace, gentleness, kindness, and without breaking their heart! Along with making it clear that is your final decision! Even accepting to listen to them shows you to be indecisive! Such a person is unsuitable to rule.” Bobo seethed.

            “I-“ Eliza balked, taken aback. Puffy surged to Eliza’s side.

            “How dare you speak to our Princess like that! She is perfect to rule over our kingdom!” Puffy kept from recoiling as Bobo fixed him with a disapproving glare.

            “Quiet. You have no place to speak. As a fellow Princess, it is my right to call out Eliza on all her nonsense.” Bobo sharply stated. Eliza gasped on Puffy’s behalf, but Bobo raised her hand, halting her from speaking.

            “I have heard of how your life was brought to a tragic end. I know how it hurts to have a wish left unanswered. To wait five-hundred years to find your perfect prince has surely left you rather… impatient. That does not mean you can just grab anyone and refuse to hear their refusals to marrying you.”

            “What do you mean? Idia’s just being-“

            “No. You’re being delusional here, Princess Eliza! You have refused to see nor listen to Idia! Have you asked him if he even has a dog? A legendary sword? I don’t believe he has either, as unlike you, I actually know SOMETHING about him! If anything, I’d be more suited to marry you than he. Actually, how about we put ourselves up to your standards? Whoever matches more of them gets to marry Idia.” Bobo glanced at the frozen students. Sure, Riddle mentioned something about midnight, but with how stubborn Eliza’s being, she should play for time.

            “What?!” Everyone recited, again shocked by Bobo.

            “But those standards are for princes! We are princesses!” Eliza complained.

            “You would set high standards for your partner and refuse to meet them yourself? That is simply unreasonable! Now then, I’ll start. I have no dog, but dogs aren’t really a common companion in my kingdom. My weapon was custom-made for me, yet sadly I was unable to bring it here with me thanks to forces out of my control. As for the largest monster I’ve slain… I believe it was about six meters (20 ft) tall. How about you, Princess Eliza?” The ghosts gaped at her, as if she had slapped them all into a five-hundred-year long paralysis.

            “Y-you’ve slain monsters!? That is not what a prince-“

            “A princess does whatever is necessary to keep her people safe.” Bobo coldly cut her off. Eliza faltered again.

            “I… I have never slain a monster before… I don’t know how to wield a sword!”

            “Warhammer. I am educated in sword-fighting, but my weapon of choice is a Warhammer. I slew such a large beast with my custom-gifted Warhammer.” Bobo added, fighting back a smirk.

            “W-what type of kingdom…” One of the ghost retainers muttered, cutting off as Bobo threw him a challenging glare.

            “So, you’re completely unable to defend yourself. Your people may blame themselves for failing to protect your life, but a strong ruler defends themselves and their people. Not being taught how to fight simply because you’re a “lady” is unexcusable. Now how about we move onto musical talents? Since your definition of princess is similar to my sister kingdom’s, you surely know how to play several classical instruments. My question is why restrict yourself to only classical ones? Have you learned any non-classical just for your own enjoyment?”

            “Non-classical instruments?” Eliza questioned, feeling rather overwhelmed at the moment.

            “Like electric guitars and such. Though if your kingdom fell five-hundred-years ago, perhaps they didn’t exist… Forgive me, that isn’t an exactly fair question.” Bobo bowed her waist briefly. “I know how to play the organ, snare drums, and double-neck guitar.”

            “I know how to play the piano and the harp.” Eliza responded somewhat weakly.

            “I’ve heard you sing. I too happen to know how to sing. How about we both try to serenade Idia? I know he’s too shy to sing back, so let’s not fault him if he doesn’t join us.” Bobo proposed, causing Idia to let out another complaint. One Bobo didn’t bother to even listen to.

            “Th-this is too much! I just want to marry my perfect prince!” Eliza suddenly wailed, instantly being comforted by Nana and Grampy.

            “…After all this time waiting, you don’t want to even try to fight for him? Or is it that you know that kidnapping Idia Shroud is simply an act of desperation?” Bobo tried to reach out towards Eliza, but Puffy got in the way.

            “How dare you make our Princess cry! All I’ve ever wanted is her happiness! Today is supposed to be her happiest day, the day she finally marries her prince!” Puffy verbally lashed out.

            “…You know what? I have something to say to you.” Bobo stepped back as she smoothed down her skirt. “As someone who wants Princess Eliza’s happiness, you surely haven’t tried very hard to achieve that.”

            “Excuse me!?”

            “When it comes to matters of love, you should have shown your interest as Princess Eliza’s suitor long before it even reached a hundred years of this waiting. I can understand if you’re possibly hesitant because she may reject you, she clearly doesn’t know how to do so gently, but if it’s because you don’t think it’s right of you to do so as a friend, then I disagree. As a friend who wants more, you should make it clear that you would like that, then accept whatever answer she gives you. And don’t say anything about not being a prince! Idia Shroud is not an official prince either!” Bobo caused Puffy to recoil in shock.

            “Puffy? What does she mean? Y-you want to marry me?” Eliza quietly inquired from between Nana and Grampy’s protective holds. Puffy trembled slightly before straightening his posture and turning to face her.

            “I- I do want to marry you. But you’ve never looked at me as if I could be your prince. Your happiness is what binds me here, it doesn’t matter to me if I don’t get to marry you as long as you finally achieve your wish.” Puffy answered, causing Eliza to ease her way out of her grandparents’ holds.

            “Oh Puffy… my dearest friend, how could I have not seen it before? You are my perfect prince! Idia, I must apologize, but you don’t need to remorse, you have your princess right here!” Eliza shoved Bobo towards Idia before embracing Puffy. Bobo stumbled, not ready for such an unexpected move. Idia was simply flabbergasted and flustered.

            “Oh Princess Bobo, how can I ever repay you? I know! We can hold a double wedding!” Eliza exclaimed giddly, as if she forgot all the harsh words Bobo had thrown at her.

            “No, no, this is your special day. I wish to stand as your bridesmaid instead.” Bobo pulled on a smile, mostly relieved that this disaster was finally coming to a close. With that Princess Eliza and Prince Puffy wed. All the ghosts faded from this existence, celebrating as their lingering regrets were finally put to rest. Bobo turned to look at everyone, rushing towards Idia first as Eliza’s paralysis wore off.

            Idia’s hair turned pink as he froze up upon Bobo grabbing his arms. The concern in her eyes paired with her matching wedding dress being a bit too much for him to take. Not to mention the absolute emotional rollercoaster he was involuntarily on. Nearly being forced into a marriage that would result in his instant death, being dumped by a ghost that would not listen, then said ghost suggesting he marry the odd Ramshackle Prefect. Someone he barely personally knew but had heard about from Ortho and Azul. Ortho had even relayed to him Bobo’s interest in learning to play video games. Now she stood before him, in a wedding dress, in a wedding venue, touching him.

            “Are you alright?” Bobo fretted, before realizing something. She quickly let go of him, taking a step back.

            “Sorry, I shouldn’t crowd you…” Bobo quietly apologized before taking several more steps back to look at everyone. “How are everyone’s cheeks?”

            “Don’t remind me of that!” Vil complained, causing her to approach him. She tugged one of her gloves off before grabbing Vil’s shirt with her gloved one. Pulling him down, she frowned as she grabbed at his chin with her ungloved hand, inspecting his face.

            “The redness has faded away. I don’t see any damage.” Bobo unnaturally fussed. Vil twisted his face free and pried her hand off. He berated her for touching him but was cut short as Jack put his hand on Bobo’s shoulder. Bobo stepped back from Vil, pulling her glove back on as she inquisitively looked at the beastman.

            “How much of that was true? About you being a princess… your fighting capabilities… your musical prowess?” Jack questioned, looking rather serious. Bobo blinked in surprise. She had forgotten how he had shared not liking the idea of lying to the Ghost Bride.

            “My… you really are honest, but in such a situation surely you understand-“ Now it was Bobo’s turn to be cut off as the cafeteria doors swung open with a bang. Ortho jetting in and straight to Idia.

            “IDIAAA! I’m so glad you’re okay!” Ortho cried as he snatched his older brother into a hug. Crowley, Grim, and the rest that had been watching from outside Sam’s shop soon entered as well. Riddle called out to Cater, urging him to rush with him back to Heartslabyul. Cater jogged after Riddle as the housewarden explained the need for such haste. Crowley hastened his pace upon seeing Bobo, beelining over to her.

            “Princess?! Princess Bobo Mycelind of the Mycelind Kingdom!? You didn’t think this was important information to share with me in order to get you back home!?” Crowley exclaimed, his hands outstretched and twitching as he kept from grabbing her. Bobo stepped back, accidentally pressing into Jack until he stepped back to give her space. She let out a heavy sigh.

            “My kingdom isn’t well known. I thought giving the name of my sister kingdom would be more helpful as it’s much more known.” Bobo toyed with her gloves, trying to keep her calm as her previous worries of sharing her identity resurfaced. Would Crowley assign more importance and reason to keeping her here? Would he try to demand some sort of reward if he ever did truly find a way to send her back? Would he hold her hostage?

            “Herbivore’s a princess? For someone saying royalty should be graceful, I can recall several times you were exactly the opposite of that.” Leona spoke up, teasing her. Bobo turned about to face him, her face changing color in embarrassment.

            “I’ve told you before that I didn’t see your tail! I would never purposefully step on a tail!” Bobo complained, latching onto the distraction Leona had provided. Leona laughed and started to reach out to ruffle her hair. Before his hand could make contact with her head, Floyd snatched Bobo into a hug.

            “Aww Shrimpy’s turning pink!” Floyd laughed as he rubbed his cheek against Bobo’s head, knocking her veil askew.

            “H-hey! Back hugging is unfair!” Bobo flailed.

            “Nii-san? Are you okay?” Ortho asked upon Idia having not moved in a few minutes.

            “N-normie prefect is a princess? W-who fought another princess over marrying me?” Idia wheezed out, only audible enough for Ortho to pick up. Lilia too since he hears everything- Lilia popped up beside Idia and Ortho, surprising them both.

            “My, my, it seems you truly are a dreamboat.” Lilia teased, causing Idia’s hair to flare to dangerously blinding levels. This was all simply overwhelming for the poor recluse.

            “To think you said Bobo has nothing to offer.” Jade slightly teased Azul, who had been gaping for a while upon realizing it wasn’t all an act in order to fight Eliza.

            “My henchhuman is royalty?! Myraw! The Great Grim being served by royalty! Just like it should be!” Grim cheered and whooped, causing Bobo to stop struggling in Floyd’s arms to look at Grim in exasperation.

            “Rook. Did you know about this?” Vil questioned his vice, choosing to lecture him about not coming to his rescue at a later time.

            “Trickster is most surprising.” Rook responded with a sly smile.

            “How come you never told us that you’re a princess, huh?!” Ace complained.

            “…My standing as princess means nothing here. My kingdom isn’t here. My hammer isn’t here. I am nothing but a magicless human in this world.” Bobo responded, causing Floyd to finally set her down. Before anyone that wanted could rebuke her, Crowley swept in.

            “It does mean something! We could hold classes on how to properly propose to royalty, since Clover did point out that flaw in our expansive curriculum. Though of course this class will only be available to fellow royalty such as Kingscholar and Draconia.” Crowley proudly announced.

            “What!?” Leona barked out, his ears flattening against his head.

[sunriseverse]

For the fic writer asks: 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10, 13

2. Where did you first post your fics?

i actually spent years writing fanfic by hand because i didn’t have an email address to set up an account to post my writing with (probably for the better, since it was all quite bad by my current standards), but once i did i started off with ffnet—though my account there is in permanent hiatus and i don’t cross post anything anymore, and have a permanent “find me on ao3 at the same username” section in my profile, and it’s not just because the UI is terrible.

3. What was your first fandom?

i was going to say warriors, but then i realised i actually got into guardians of ga’hoole a year before i read warriors, so that’s the answer i guess. despite how flawed the books are, they hold a special place in my heart. also, seemingly post-apocalyptic owl society with magic and armour fucks. (i also got into the swordbird series years later, to no surprise, for many of the same reasons.)

4. A fic of yours you think is underrated?

probably daymare! it’s very short, and i mainly wrote it as a thought exercise, style experiment, and exploration of a dropped canon thread, and since it’s not shippy or about the main cast of the REST of the series it hasn’t gotten much attention, which i think is a shame because i, personally, think it’s quite good.

7.What's the best title you've come up with?

i’ll be honest choosing titles is one of my two most hated things about posting fanfic, so titles don’t stick with me too much (i usually cannot recognise my own works based off title alone). but i guess ghost rhythms isn’t a half bad original title when you consider i mostly steal from poetry or lyrics.

9. Do you read your own fics for fun?

yeah sometimes. i tend to enter a fugue state when i write so i genuinely don’t remember what i’ve written very well, especially after a few days, let alone weeks or months. my writing is decent so i tend to enjoy rereading it when i stumble across it again in a tag.

10. Do you post WIPs or wait until you're finished writing to post?

depends. most of what i write are oneshots, even if they tend to be 5k+, so i wait until i have the entire thing written before i post. on the other hand, the few times i’ve actively written multichapter fics, assuming they didn’t get abandoned, i usually just post update to update and don’t bother trying to write everything out before i post, because then i just get pissed and bored waiting. that said recently i’ve gotten into actually outlining my multichapter projects and, what would you know, it’s actually really helpful! and necessary for sunrise specifically, since it has so many moving parts.