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A Man Called Danger 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

Note: I didn't think I'd be writing rn but I had a pretty restless night despite my best efforts. Mostly just me fixating on noises and not being able to sleep.

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You idle outside the corporate facade, fidgeting, looking side to side, mirror to mirror, listening for the thunderous engine. Your grip and ungrip the wheel, unable to slacken your jaw as you huff through your nose. Your heart hammers on your tender ribs and your foot wiggles incessantly. 

You replay the calamitous scene over and over in your head. Your mind sticks to the last vision; that grin. That's a promise. A man like that only smiles with good reason and you don't expect he gets his jollies from fuzzy kittens and butterflies. 

A tap on the window makes you jump. You look over as Eva waves through the glass. You check the clock. You've been there for half an hour. 

You unlock the door and she falls in with a sigh. "Hey, hey," she chimes. “What happened to your car?” 

“Huh, oh--” you sniff and look in the rear view again. Your little act of panicked defiance must have earned a few extra scratches. “Wasn’t paying attention backing out. Just hit a fence.” 

She cackles, “really? Well, not that it makes a difference with this old shitheap.” 

You give her a long look. “You're in a good mood. How was your first day?" 

"Pretty damn great," she snaps her seat belt into place. "Pretty chill job. I just kinda mess with the printer between endless lattes." 

You nod, "sounds like heaven." 

"Boss is super cool. He's really chatty," she preens. 

Right, you're sure that has nothing to do with her looks. You want to caution her but you also don't want to spoil this for her. You're sure it's nothing. Not that you could offer her much advice. You were never the type to draw any sort of office scandal. 

"Just make sure you do your work," you pull away from the curb, shifting in your seat. 

You teethe your lip and let it flick out. You keep up the nervous tick as you hunch behind the wheel. You focus on the road, trying not to think of everything else; that man and his motorcycle, the length of Eva's skirt, Mr. Walker's reminders. 

"I take it your day wasn't great," she scoffs. 

You squeeze the wheel, "huh?" 

"You gonna tear that thing off?" She asks. 

You exhale and push your shoulders down before they can touch your ears. You swallow, "usual, you know..." 

What do you do? You're not stupid, that man isn't going to play around. He's not going to be anything less than blunt. He had the gall to show up at your work. How he knew where to find you... well, you can't be certain he isn't waiting at your front door. 

You stop at the red sign and check the rear view, ears perked for any rumble. You tut and hiss out another breath.  

"Right, well, I know you're not really a fan but you need a glass of wine," she says. 

You shrug, "probably." 

She hums, "seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Nothing, nothing," you lie. "Just... you wanna get dinner somewhere?" 

"Uh, what? Am I hearing you right? You want to eat out?" She chuckles, "alright, something's gotta be wrong." 

"No, I'm... you got through your first day, it'll be a celebration," the lie rolls out all too easy. You've never been challenged at that, but you found it easier to be quiet than deceitful. Lies are shields, not weapons. "Your choice." 

The car behind you honks. You turn just to get out of their way. 

"Oh, you like ramen? There's a place that does spicy noodles just right," she makes a ridiculous gesture with her hand, kissing her fingertips. 

"I can try it," you trawl down the street slowly, "is it down town?" 

"Yeah, back a few streets," she wiggles and claps her hands, "oh, I'm so excited." 

"Really?" You wonder. 

"Well, yeah! When's the last time we did anything fun? Together?" 

"Ha, yeah," you agree hollowly. 

She sits up, and you can see her smile in the mirror. You sense her brightness dim just a little. "Um, last night..." 

"Eva, we agreed to move past it," you scratch your cheek, keeping your other hand firmly on the wheel. You don't want to think about last night or that man. You're hoping the restaurant will be an escape from that. If he has found his way to your house, he might not want to wait around that long. "Let's start over. This job will help with that." 

"Sure," she agrees softly. "It's just... I do feel bad. That he pushed you like that." 

"Well, it's not the worst I've dealt with," you say without thinking. 

She wallows, "it's not?" 

She didn't know your dad. You're happy for that. You shrug. 

"It's nothing," you assure her. "Really." 

"Mom mentioned... you know, that he wasn't very nice--" 

"I can barely remember," you assure her as your skull itches. You remember the bad times; the blunt force, the stinging slaps, the screaming. Even after all those years. "So let's just not think about yesterday, let's enjoy tonight." 

She nods, "yeah, sure... I... I can do that." 

"Oh, you've always been much better at having fun than me," you snort. 

💀

The restaurant is nice enough but not too fancy to make you feel a slob. Eva fits anywhere she goes. She’s just that pretty.

You wonder if it’s just your own insecurity speaking. You’ve aged out of the years where clothes and makeup were your sole concern. You never really worried too much about the latter, you did just enough to be presentable. 

You look at the menu, mulling chicken or shrimp. Eva takes the smaller menu from the middle of the table. 

“They’ve got saki. You should try some. I’ll drive home,” she offers. 

You look at her. She grins and giggles. You tilt your head. 

“I love that look,” she chimes. “You do it really good. It’s scary.” 

“What look?” 

“Oh, you know, mom called it the murder stare. As much as a mess as she is, you know, she used to say you were like grandma.” 

“Grandma?” You click your tongue and sigh. That old bitter hen. “Well, be glad that you can’t confirm that.” 

“Was she really that bad?” Eva asks. 

You shrug, “I was young for most of our... relationship. To a little girl, she was a villain.” 

Your sister nod and puts the menu down. She looks around. “I really appreciate this. And I did my best not to be too much today. You know? And Mr. Hansen...” she taps her nails on the table. “He’s so cool. I think it’ll be good. And if I stick around, maybe you could switch over. Since your job is so shitty.” 

“It’s not shitty. It’s just... a job,” you sit back as you close the menu and settle on chicken. “Won’t be much different either way. I don’t want you to stick around too long. This is to get you into school, right?” 

“Yeah. I know but... I can work and go to classes.” 

You smile, “I’m glad you’re thinking this out.” 

“Well, I’m still going to have fun. You know, Lindsay wants to get some sushi this weekend so...” 

“Ah, well, don’t spend all your money in one place,” you warn. 

“Yes, ma’am,” she snipes back. You meet her eye as she stares. “How did you ever grow up with mom?” 

You make a face, “I don’t know how i made it through either.” 

“Um, excuse me,” the server steps up to the table, setting down two glasses. “Ginger mojitos for the table.” 

You set the menu down and look at him, “oh, I think you’ve got the wrong one. But we’re ready to order.” 

“Ma’am, they’re from the gentleman.” He nods over his shoulder. You can’t see past him as Eva leans back to glance across. 

“Oh,” you swallow and look at your sister. Is this why she goes out? All the freebies from lecherous strangers? “Right. Well, I’ll have the spicy noodles with chicken dumplings, please.” 

Eva waves past the server. You shift awkwardly. It’s so embarrassing. You’re just the old hanger-on. 

“Shrimp, street-style for me, please and thanks,” Eva says. 

“Water too, if you don’t mind,” you add. You don’t know you’ll finish the cocktail. 

“Wow, that’s so sweet,” Eva sits back as she takes the tall glass and sips from the narrow straw. She hums. “Oh, it’s like... ginger ale-y.” 

She smiles and raises the glass in a gesture across the restaurant. You keep your head down. 

“You should try it,” she chirps. 

“Well, one of us needs to drive.” 

“Oh, one drink with dinner is under the limit.” She goads. “Huh, he looks familiar.” 

“You know more people than me.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t know where I’ve seen him,” she mutters and slurps again. 

The server returns with the water. You feel a pulse in your ears. Whoever it is, is staring. Likely not at you but your sister. Still, you’re ready to wilt. 

Mindlessly, your hand slips down to your blouse and you feel along your ribs. She exhales. 

“Does it hurt still?” 

You shrug and drop your hand. 

“Johnny’s such a dick.” 

“I agree,” you say tritely. “Tell me you’re not going to talk to him again.” 

“Not after that,” she pouts. 

You’re quiet. She traces her fingertips on the table top and she shifts. She looks around and leans forward. 

“So... are you ever going to start dating?” She asks. 

You blink and your lips part. She smirks. 

“The murder look, again,” she taunts. 

You sigh and lift your brows, trying to whittle away the tension in your jaw. “It’s not really a priority.” 

“Well, why not? I’m out of school, I’m grown. And you’re not that old.” 

“Wow, thanks, not that old,” you muse wryly. 

“And cute men are buying you drinks,” she trills. 

“I don’t think he sent them because of me,” you argue. 

“Well, he isn’t looking at me,” she retorts. 

“Eva,” you drawl flatly. 

“I think it’d be cute. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone. Mom never mentioned, or you...” 

“Yeah, well, men are more trouble than they’re worth.” 

“Oof, I really want to know who hurt you,” she teases. 

You resist another terse sneer. Aside from your father and the train of your mother’s bad decisions, no one worth thinking about. This dinner isn’t going to be spoiled by bad memories. 

“I’m not a people person,” you intone. 

“Oh, he’s really staring at you. We should send a drink back.” 

“No,” you say sharply. 

“He looks your age. And he’s not bad on the eye. Not exactly who I’d peg as your type. A bit too rough around the edges but oh, it’s cute.” 

“Eva,” you warm. You take the glass of water and dare a peek across. You nearly choke on your gulp of water. Shit. 

You quickly turn back to the table and put the water down. You press the napkin to your lips. The man in leather. His jacket is folded across the seat next to him, the gold medallion shining against his black shirt, his eyes gleaming. How... 

“You okay?” Eva asks. 

“Yes, I just... I forgot to file something at work.” 

“Right,” she squints. “You’re so jumpy tonight.” 

“I didn’t sleep well,” you say. It’s not a lie. 

You repress a shudder and tamp down the panic in your chest. He’s there, watching you. Those drinks were his signal. He’s not going away. He won’t forget what you did. If anything, you sealed your own fate. 

Why couldn’t you keep your head down like always? Why couldn’t you just be the rock they get bored of when you don’t react? Why did you do that to a man like him? 

You don’t know a thing about him but you can see clear enough he isn’t a man to walk away. You can only hope he’s only in need of your insurance information. You’ll take the added fees if it gets him out of your hair. 

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Hey, for all you Chonny MaJash fans that headcanon Heart as photophobic, I thought I'd make this post as someone with chronic photophobia that's like actually bad enough that it's considered a disability on like. Advice on how to write/portray photophobia and whatnot

I'd appreciate it if you reblogged this 🙏 it's a pretty easy disability to get right and most of you definitely do but… not all of you

If you can just reblogging this for any character with photophobia is good! 👍 that can be useful for peoples as there's like a stunning lack of information on this out there

First off, disclaimer:

There is literally NOTHING wrong with making like, supernatural or animalistic photophobia. Can't do light cos you're a shadow creature? Cool. Can't look at like bc you're an olm with sensitive eyes-under-skin? Awesome.

Photophobia is much more commonly a symptom than a full-on condition but like… as a photophobic person I remember discovering the name of the thingy from clucking Plague Inc. Necroa Virus from some miracle and having to wear sunglasses for my eyes

And then I got my hands on a pair and was saying how happy I was and then this CUCK named Ryan Mackin (dumb name btw) in sixth grade told me "or you just wanna look cool" bc people don't commonly associate sunglasses with conditions and I felt stupid and didn't wear them until eleventh grade

I'm an adult now and sunglasses REALLY do help 👍 I gots all kinds of cool pairs and I look snazzy wherever I go but I HAVE dealt with ableism you wouldn't realise people have over just light-sensitivity. And like, my mother (whom I most likely got it from) has it too but actually didn't believe me for the longest time bc of her own internalised ableism and I even remember finding a kid on Discord who had it too and had ZERO idea that it was an actual condition bc there's legit NO representation out there nor is it ever commonly-talked about

So just. If you can, which you don't have to obv I literally do not and will not judge at all as a photophobic person, portraying realistic photophobia can teach someone out there like little sixth-grade AXYER with vampire eyes (as I like to call them) that it's a thing and they can get treatment for it

TREATMENT: As previously mentioned, sunglasses are your best bet if you cannot see an eye doctor. Even just local Walmart glasses section sunglasses can go a long way, it's really not that hard to treat photophobia (which is, again, why it's so surprising that people can be so ableist). A lot of people make Heart use a blindfold for the photophobia alone which is a bit overkill considering even in really severe cases of photophobia you don't normally need to be FULL-ON blindfolded to treat it. Normally, just a pair of good shades can do the trick and staying in dark/dim rooms.

From my experience, the longer you're in a bright room the more your eyes will begin to get this "stale" feeling and they'll start to sting and eventually feel like they're burning slightly, especially when you close your eyes. Ya gonna wanna be in dark/dim rooms for as much as possible, they can even cause headaches if you're around brightness too long

Yes this includes phone screens. Yes this includes laptop screens. Anyone who can consistently have their screens on high or sometimes even medium brightness probably does not have chronic photophobia

Prescription sunglasses are a thing and are generally what an eye doctor will give ya. Generally you'll get glasses that can transition from shaded to normal and generally you'll have to pay a pretty penny for it. A lotta photophobic folks actually won't even get them and will just stick with normal sunglasses, simply cos it's cheaper and not much less effective

If you want a photophobia-accurate Heart, give that girly some shades (or a visor! They make visor-sunglasses, it's what I use for Heart cosplay)

ABLEISM: That's right, ableism section in big bold letter, we get a LOT of it in small ways. Def not nearly as bad as say, wheelchair-users or cane-users, but we nonetheless get it pretty darn bad at times

I get that most people with CCCC AUs don't have Heart exist in da physical world, with real, talking breathing human beings, but if you do this part'll be useful. Or if you just want Mind to be ableist in his hatred towards Heart. I mean, it wouldn't be inaccurate, it's said that Heart "[struggles just to stand]" and Mind calls him weak all the time as an insult. He even meant that insultingly! So ya maybe you could use dis for dat

I've had people wonder why I wear sunglasses a lot and usually I'm happy to answer and they're happy to understand, but I've heard people be really condescending about it before. Things like "do you tilt your head up because you can't see out of those things" no, I tilt my head up because sometimes I want a better look at something and they're still tinted. "Can you not wear those in-class, they're really distracting" I'd love to not, believe me. "You can't wear them bc then everyone would be allowed to wear them" Is everyone disabled? "Or you just want to look cool." Shut up, Ryan.

In da workforce they are also rather brutal about it tbh. I didn't have a doctor's note at my first like actual job so they wouldn't let me which is pretty fair as people would definitely lie about having photophobia just so they get to wear shades everywhere but I think the lying is part of the problem.

Photophobia's a really easy condition to fake and it doesn't help that you can just pull the "eye doctor didn't believe me" card and it really sucks. Please don't fake photophobia if you can; we're already hardly represented and it really puts us in an insanely bad spot if you do that. Most places allow you to wear sunglasses and it like isn't even that interesting of a condition to fake. Don't assume anyone is faking photophobia, for obvious reasons, that doesn't help either; we're just gonna have to go with the honour system and hope no one's scummy enough to do that.

Anyway, Heart's probably been told at least a few times that he can just deal with it and that he's overreacting. That's a common one too.

SMALL DETAILS: Just some small stuff about my personal experience that I thought wouldn't hurt to share

-My brightness on EVERYTHING is always all the way down, or close to it

-I own like, fifty pairs of sunglasses; lots of weird ones also

-I never have the light on in my room unless I have to show someone something; for light I have a space projector, as I can't be in total darkness for another unrelated (non-physical) disability

-Flashlights are my enemy. I will get actively fuming with someone if they aren't careful with one around me

-I won't scream bloody murder if light gets in my eyes but it is pretty funny to shout "MY EYES!!!" and/or "OH MY POOR BABY VAMPIRE EYES!!!"

-I don't know for certain but I feel like migraine photophobia is exemplified if you already have it

-It's pretty common to only wear the sunglasses/use the tinted mode of glasses when you need to. They do still obscure your vision pretty badly and you wouldn't wanna wear them if the room IS dim enough that you don't have to, as it makes dim phone screens, words on paper/books, people's faces, room-navigating and people's gesturing very difficult to see

-Photophobia is a VERY diverse condition. You can have extremely severe photophobia where you're literally considered legally blind and cannot do anything involving sight p much or you can have very mild where you kinda just can't be in very bright rooms. It's a spectrum

-People with lighter eyes are significantly more likely to get photophobia than people with darker eyes. If you want an accurate Heart, giving him blue eyes or even white eyes would probably be a little bit more accurate

-Having a medical card is useful if a place tries to stop you from wearing sunglasses

-Idk about every photophobic individual but I actually actively remove my sunglasses to get a better look at something or enjoy a nice view

-Also, I usually don't wear them at home bc my family keeps the home dim. Photophobic people will tend to have dark/dim rooms or households if they can

-There are good days and there are bad days. Sometimes you don't even need the glasses (not that you'd wanna test it) meanwhile other days it feels like your eyes got licked by a solar flare from looking at a lamp post

-In my experience, ironically enough, daylight doesn't really hurt my eyes that much. May be different for other people tho

Anyway that's my two cents. Hope it means anything to anyone and if you are ALSO photophobic pls do add your own information <3 again you do not have to make biblically accurate photophobic Heart but it can be really really helpful for photophobic folks who don't even realise something's wrong

Peace ✌️

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So... pure and so you (Charles Leclerc)

Going back home means Charles sees how you've been healing, and your parents haven't missed it either

Note: english is not my first language. I know it's past Christmas, but this still counts, right?

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"Is your mother making those biscuits I really like? Those fluffy ones, they're like little cakes actually", Charles asked, his hand over the console and resting on your thigh as he turned left for the final cut to your house.

"She said she was planning on making them these afternoon, I can't wait!", you squealed, clapping your hands together at the prospect, seeing your parents left the gate open so you could drive in.

Parking the car, Charles ensured it was safe before coming out of it as well, being greeted by your family dog while you hugged your parents, "hello buddy, how are you? You're very excited to see us, hm? Yes you are!", Charles cooed, rubbing his belly as he wagged his tail at the attention he was receiving.

You hugged your parents before looking for your boyfriend, "Arlo loves Charles more than he loves me", you chuckled, seeing the labrador run back to you as Charles followed him.

"Hi, how are you?", Charles offered as he kissed your mother's cheeks, opting to shake your father's hand as you walked inside, "did you have a good drive back here?", he questioned him, "yes, not too bad actually. It wasn't too busy", your boyfriend replied, seeing you store your coats and get comfortable in your parents' house.

After lunch, your mother asked for help with baking while your father and Charles helped with preparing the table to you could then roll the dough properly.

It was a sight to behold. You were helping your mother with Christmas cookies and the cakes your boyfriend mentioned, your clothes littered with flour stains as you touched your mother's cheek with some of the mixture, containing your laugh as she didn't seem to notice the powder on her skin.

You were happy, giggly and you had a glow that Charles was sure put all of the products you had back home to shame.

"It's good to see her like this", Charles commented when he felt your father's eyes on him, "work has been a lot lately, and she'll only listen to so much of what I say and take the advice even less than I'd like", he chuckled.

Your father shook his head, "She's always been like that. It was worrisome for a little bit, and we always make sure she's not pushing herself too much. And we know we have you in our team, too", the older man touched a Charles' shoulder, rubbing it slightly before he offered him a drink.

After wishing your parents a good night, you and Charles headed to your room upstairs, needing to catch up on some sleep after the busy day. Your old bedroom had slightly changed since you moved out to live with your boyfriend. Your parents swapped your single bed for a double one, for whenever you and Charles visited, and updated the colour of the walls, wanting to keep it on the neutral side in case they needed it for other guests, "are you showering now or after me?", Charles asked, grabbing a towell from himself, "I'll go after you, I need to hang my clothes first", you smiled, kissing his lips as he went to the bathroom.

Looking through your wardrobe, you noticed your mother still kept the family albums in there, remembering something about the downstairs drawers being humid and her worry about loosing the memories. You flickered through the pages, recalling some memories from when you were younger, some of them you probably constructed by other people telling you the moments.

Charles walked in a little while later, ruffling his hair with a towell only in a t-shirt and underwear, "you can go now, amour", he said as he noticed you closing the album, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you walked to take a shower.

You were already in bed when you noticed Charles looking at the books, "you want to look at what's inside them, don't you?", you chuckled as his eyes lit up, "I'm not too tired to look at them, and I bet there are some good memories in there", he confessed.

Opening the book while your boyfriend pulled you to rest against his chest, "this is so pretty", you appreciated all the details on the pages, either doodles or descriptions from the moment when the picture was taken.

"Look at these cheeks!", Charles groaned as he pointed at a picture of you. From the date on the page, you were around four, two pigtails on your curly hair and a toothy smile, "if our kids have your cheeks, which I hope they do, I won't be able to stop kissing them, I know I just won't", he breathed out.

"Do you think about that a lot?", you wondered, looking at his face as you adjusted your position slightly, genuinely curious about the subject. It had been something you had talked about before and it seemed to come to again.

"Yes, I do. I still think we should wait a little bit longer, get married first, enjoy married life just you and me and then we can think about little ones, but everytime I see a child or someone asks, it's you I see. With a baby bump, then a little baby in your arms, and we play with them and love in them like they deserve", he cooed, rubbing the tip of his nose on your cheek, kissing it softly.

"Me too", you smiled, "I mean, its always you I see whenever I think about the future. And it looks so good. Sometimes it looks scary, because I don't know how it will play out, but I'll have you with me, so all will be well", you admitted, kissing his lips properly.

You had been friends before you dated, and it has been a whole process to get you to be this open to him when you started dating, never wanting to put too much on his plate as he had his own things to deal with, not wanting to burden him and not wanting to lose him from your life.

"We're a team, amour, there's no need to fear", he said, closing the book and setting it down on the floor, cuddling you to him.

The next morning was slow. Charles' lips littered kisses on your neck and cheeks, seeing the smile as you slowly woke up, "it's Christmas, ma belle", you heard his whisper, his eyes looking for yours, "Merry Christmas, handsome, I love you", you muttered, pulling your hands out from under the covers and cupping your boyfriend's' cheeks, rubbing the stubbly skin before kissing him.

"I love how smiley you are", Charles complimented, big coats and scarf on as you walked on the trail after having breakfast, occasionally pestering your mother with a fallen tree branch or twigs as she thought some animal was crawling up her skin.

"Am I not smiley regularly?", you wondered, knowing what he meant. Coming home meant, after a lot of work on yourself over the years, you would enjoy yourself without any outside pressures. You were amongst family and in the safe place you grew up. No prying eyes, no one commenting or second guessing what you said, wore or looked like.

"You are, but you're carefree, I think. You're not so stressed, your inner child is showing so much more, and it's so... pure. So you", he smiled, kissing the side of your head as he pulled you to walk closer to him.

They had both become adults way faster than the rest of the people their age. Charles' career forced him to grow up earlier and grow thicker skin very early on, and because you were there with him, too, you were also taken with the wave. You started working as soon as you finished your degree, and while you wouldn't complain about it, it did come with a lot of work and investment of yourself that you lost some of your younger years.

"Whenever we are not doing well, when it gets too much, we will do this. Visit your parents, do all the childish things we want to do, no matter how silly they may be", Charles stated as he rubbed your palm with his thumb, "I never want you to give up this side of you, and I'm willing to do anything to see you smile like that again and again".

Smiling at his words at chuckling slightly at the fact that there was no way this man was ever getting away from you, you held out your pinky, "I promise", you smiled as you two laced fingers, sealing it with a kiss.

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|| Movie Night (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

Gojo Satoru swears that watching movies is the best training method, and that's all it is, just training, really. Fluff with slight innuendos.

W/C - 1.3 K

"You think we're what?" Nanami's eyebrow cocked up as soon as you spoke. He shot a helpless look at Haibara who was standing over him, leaning his weight on the hand he placed on the desk, entranced by the praise hidden in your request.

The few months since you've started attending Jujutsu High have passed in the blink of an eye. The curves of the hallways became more familiar as you found your way through the maze with ease, a day-to-day routine carefully forming when you began to befriend your classmates, the solemn-looking Nanami Kento and his enthusiastic friend Haibara Yu, awed by their rapidly increasing strength.

The two of them, together with your upper-classmen whom you've only briefly encountered, always looked like they had noble reasons for being in the Jujutsu world - and although it always felt too rude to ask what they were, your reasons for attending the school had paled in comparison to the things you've imagined.

"I think you're strong," you smile awkwardly, "and I was wondering if you have any advice - to - you know, help me get stronger too."

"I don't think I'm the right person to ask," Nanami shied away from the request, tugging on his uniform to distract himself.

"Don't worry!" Haibara cut into the conversation, the smile plastered on his face melting the awkwardness you felt, "You should talk to our upper-classmen, I heard one of them is the strongest sorcerer they've seen in hundreds of years. I'm sure he'll have something useful to say!"

Hibara's expression changes as soon as you walk out of the classroom with a newly found determination to find the strongest.

"Wait," he furrowed his brows at Nanami, placing his thumb on his chin, "D'you think she thinks I think she's weak?"

"I think you should stop thinking so much."

-

"Weak? Yeah, I can see that." Gojo's careless words earn him an elbow to his ribs from his friend Geto, who smiled sheepishly at you while mumbling; quit teasing the juniors, Satoru.

"He doesn't mean it like that," Geto assures you, but the confidence you felt first approaching them on their break between classes vanished just as fast as it came. You manage to let out a bashful chuckle, suddenly aware of the afternoon sun burning mercilessly at your back.

"But I do," the white-haired sorcerer grumbles back at his friend, pulling off his shades to wipe them on the side of his uniform, "She's weak - but at least she wants to do something about it."

You find yourself so remarkably fixated on the light blue color of his eyes peaking through his pale eyelashes that the next words catch you off guard.

"I'd ask Yaga if I were you," Geto ignores his friend's remarks.

"I wanted to," you admit, "I just - I don't want him to think I'm unsatisfied with his teaching methods."

"It's a shame," Gojo puts his sunglasses back on, adjusting them lightly on the bridge of his nose, "If you're unsatisfied you should just say so - don't you think, Suguru?"

Geto sighs.

"But I'll help," a smile creeps slowly on Gojo's face, "What kind of senior would I be if I turn down a desperate plea for help from my junior?"

You open your mouth to defend yourself - trying to retain a neutral expression after being so brazenly called desperate, but fearing Gojo would take back his newly offered assistance, you only utter a quick thank you before agreeing to meet when classes are over.

Geto watches you walk into the building, and just as the hem of your fluttering skirt disappears into the doorway, he turns to his friend.

"That's very kind of you."

"Don't look so surprised, Suguru." Gojo scoffs dramatically, "I would never turn down a junior in need."

Geto rolled his eyes, to which Gojo finished his sentence, "Especially when they have such pretty eyes."

"And a short skirt," Geto laughs.

"A very short skirt." Gojo agrees.

-

"You didn't have to change," Gojo inspects you through his sunglasses. He isn't disappointed about the way the gym clothes hug your body - but the skirt you wore before already held a special place in his heart.

"Why? Aren't we going to train?" You inquire.

"It's a different kind of training," he states nonchalantly, to which you only stare at him, awaiting the specifics, "We're going to watch a movie."

"A .. movie?"

"So you don't want to train with the strongest.." he pauses, turning around as if to walk away.

"N-no!" You exclaim a little too loud, feeling like a wild animal whose leg got captured in a bear trap, "Let's train."

-

You sit down on the edge of Gojo's bed, gluing the palms of your hands to your knees as you watch him insert a CD into the laptop he put on a chair in front of you. He fiddles with the laptop for a while before turning the movie on, letting the opening credits play while he speaks.

"Now, all you have to do is keep a steady flow of cursed energy while you watch."

"What happens if I don't?" You inquire.

"I'll be here to keep you in check," he crosses his arms, directing his attention to the screen, triggering you to do the same.

The open credits pass to reveal the title, The Green Mile. Oh god, that movie's heartbreaking.

Gojo began to feel as though his mission was failing. He hoped you wouldn't be able to stay in control for long - imagining himself putting a hand on your thigh while guiding you confidently, saying things like Don't worry, I'll show you how it's done. Maybe you'll even call him Senpai. But the steady flow of energy in the room hadn't wavered in the past two and a half hours.

The pressure in the room drops as soon as the film attains its climax. A soft smirk grazes Gojo's lips when he starts to speak, turning to face you, "Don't worry, I'll -"

You feel a tear rolling down your face, distracting your focus. As you wipe your face with your sleeve and regain composure, you notice him staring at you with a glimmer of regret, stretching out a long arm to engulf your shoulders.

"T'was good, for your first training session, that is." He talks through the gut-wrenching music of the ending credits.

"Yeah, a training session.." you roll your eyes, still painfully aware of the arm he hadn't moved off your shoulders, why do they always think they're so smooth?

-

12 years later

You look through the doorway into the TV room, watching Gojo picking out DVDs for Yuji, his new student, to watch.

"You're not really going to make him watch films, are you?" You sit next to him, moving the pile of DVD cases scattered across the floor.

"It's training," Gojo focuses on reading the film titles on the paper sleeves, "You should know that."

"Oh please! You were just trying to get in my pants."

"Me?" Gojo chuckles, "You were the one trying to get in my pants - you're so strong Gojo, please train me Gojo!" He imitates you poorly, but you've gotten used to it throughout the years, "You were so desperate I thought you might cry if I refused."

"Oh then, please remind me who was trying to kiss me after finishing The Notebook."

"I did that for you! You were looking so depraved going on and on about how handsome the guy is, I felt sorry for you."

"Sure you did," you mused.

"He's not your type anyway," Gojo shrugs.

"Oh, what's my type then?" You flash a cocky smile at him as he pushes through the pile of DVDs to get closer to you.

"I don't know, I'd say tall, blue eyes," he pushes his blindfold down to rest on his neck, "handsome," he presses closer to you, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, "strong," he bites down on your bottom lip softly.

"Gojo-Sensei," a voice cuts through the room, "What are we doing for training today - oh," you push yourself away from Gojo, feeling your face grow red as you watch a blushing pink-haired boy rush away from the TV room, "I'll go train with Fushiguro today!" Yuji exclaims from the hallway.

[hybbart]

Hi! I absolutely adore your work, I was wondering if you have any advice on getting your ideas and au's out there? Sometimes it feels like no matter how much you post/try to connect with others it's impossible for any posts to break out of the little tumblr interaction bubble

Well, I'm not really the person to ask this, cause any popularity I have at any point is almost entirely dependant on my current hyperfixation, and I'm not one to care much about it.

Mostly I have a good enough appealing and safe art style and good enough sense of humour that's easy for people to like even if they don't especially care about the content, and draw often enough that I don't get forgotten.

My current stuff is fanworks, which have a built in audience, so you're always going to be seen as long as you tag it properly. Especially if you're actively participating in the fandom. I also have the benefit of being obsessed with a rather popular duo like ranchers.

Basically, the notes I get are very predictable and temporary, and not really based on any intentional work. I'm good enough for casual followers to pay attention to as long as it's stuff they recognize. I'd say like 80% of my notes are from casual engagement who aren't really going to do much besides a like and maybe reblog just because they were told they have to reblog artists or they're using the site wrong.

I guess what I mean to say is, having those notes is nice and appreciated but at the end of the day I also have a pretty small little bubble. There's just a wall of passers-by around it making it seem bigger than it actually is. It very quickly dissipates when I draw anything out of the ordinary that I can't put a bunch of popular tags on. So, I'm not really the person to ask about that sort of thing.

That said, I guess all that might sound a bit cynical to most people even though it isn't meant to be, so I guess some actual tips might be in order.

Skill. Art's about communication and expression, which like anything is better done with a larger toolkit and knowledge. And also especially casual engagement just enjoys things of higher quality. Raw ideas aren't usually enough to get people to understand or care unless they care about you. To be blunt, sometimes people just aren't good enough or are too niche for a general audience. That's nothing to be self-conscious or miserable about, it's just something you have to be self-aware about enough to accept that you're not gonna attract people who aren't invested in you. If that's something you want to change by becoming better then you have to intentionally do so, talent is a lie.

Passion. It's obvious when your heart isn't in it regardless of skill level because art is about communication. And passion's what drives us to do better, it's hard to develop and spend time on work you don't really want to do. If you're enthusiastic other people will be more likely to join you in your enthusiasm. If you don't care or are burnt out people will notice. If you're doing things just to get attention people will notice. You have to want to create what you're creating.

Good ideas. To be blunt a good idea that interests people is just going to be more popular than a bad one that doesn't. Sometimes something that interests you doesn't interest a lot of other people, that's why you gotta make peace with caring more about quality interaction over quantity, and being more self-aware.

Making friends. Finding people who are as enthusiastic as you about something is going to go a long way, and people who aren't as enthusiastic are more likely to become enthusiastic or support you if you're friends and you can annoy them in their DMs with 3 hour tangents about your favourite thing. Honestly once you have someone you can do this to you stop caring about the other stuff. Art's about communication, like I said. Participating in events is a great way to make friends, but so is just reaching out to people you like.

Being friendly. This one's pretty simple. If you're a dick people aren't going to take the time to get invested in your project even if it interests them.

Being accessible. This covers anything from literal accessibility to having clean directories and tags, to anchoring/themed extra engagement. 'Do you have any questions about [character]' is going to get more engagement than 'feel free to ask me anything about my au' even if there's less questions to ask because it's less broad and puts less of a burden on the asker to come up with a prompt. It's easier to be broader later on when you have already put out a lot of information and people are more invested.

Being concise: Basically very few people are going to read this goliath of a post compared to a short, information dense, clear post. When I post art I try to avoid too much text, because I want the art to be the focus of the post. When I post writing I put it under a cut so it doesn't consume someone's dash and write something clearer above. The reason writing is going to get less engagement is because it takes more time and effort to engage with than a picture. People who aren't already invested aren't going to sift through 10 paragraphs of loose info. This goes for art, too. One piece is going to catch the eye easier than 10 unrelated sketches or a long form comic. This doesn't mean don't make this content, but be smarter about how you present it to take into account how it engages people.

Tagging things. Don't abuse tags or put irrelevant tags, but finding out what tags are frequented that apply to your art helps. There is definitely still an inconsistent limit of tags that tumblr's search actually pays attention to, so put the most important ones first. I usually put warnings first and foremost and put personal categorization tags last. Being consistent with tags lets people find stuff on your blog easier and makes you show up in a search more frequently, so you're easier to find for people who use tumblr in different ways.

Time of day. This one's finicky to figure out and can change but if you post when there's more people online... well, more people are likely to see it. Apparently other people follow like hundreds or even thousands of blogs and don't even look at everything on their dash, so for those types of people posts might as well not exist unless it's at the top of their dash. This also helps when popping up in more popular tags' most recent when people are actually looking them up. This doesn't affect posts as much as people think but it does enough to be visible. I frequently post things at like 1 am when no one's on so it doesn't get notes until later on and through notifications.

anyways, i hope something in there helps. If not, well... crap.

[ancientmyth]

WRITEBLR INTRO : —

hi! my name is mel, and i'm (trying to) write a high fantasy book. i'm a college student, and i've never written anything before, but this world has been living in my mind for a while now and i want to try and do it justice! i'm hoping that by making a side-blog for this it'll help hold me accountable and actually make progress on this project.

my asks are always open, and i'd love to connect with more aspiring writers!! i have no idea if i'm any good, or if i'll ever make this an actual book, but i really want to try. so any advice would be much appreciated!

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BOOK STATUS: still in her planning/outlining era [also known as her tolkien era because worldbuilding is so much fun... i may be making a conlang for this...]

ㅤin the land of erdemir, in ages long past, an ancient kingdom angered the gods and brought destruction upon themselves. this land is now called the overgrown: dense forest and overtaken ruins, inhabited by strange creatures of varying temperament. the wildlings call this untamed land home, while civilizations are carved into the outskirts of erdemir.

you can see the pinterest account for this wip here— but beware!! it contains spoilers, wip characters, stuff that may get scrapped/reworked, etc.

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QUICK LINKS:

ㅤbasic info about the lands of erdemir here

ㅤcharacter sneak peaks here

ㅤㅤㅤif you click the tag on one of these that says #[oc] and their name you can see ㅤㅤㅤㅤreblogs for the characters!!

ㅤintro to the magic system here

TAGS:

#updates ₊˚⊹ 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

#erdemir ༉‧₊˚. 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴

#mel talks ₊˚⊹

#asks ༊*·˚ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

#reblogs & resources ₊˚⊹

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MISC:

this is a sideblog, my main is @vxlkyries

multi-pov, epic fantasy

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hi. I’ve been following you for a while and I really appreciate all the OFMD gifs you make and how you add really good image descriptions. I’m pretty bad at social cues and I wanted to know if you have tips for how to thank gif makers? Do you have advice for how to word the thank you without accidentally sounding weird or rude? Is it OK for someone to thank a gif maker in their ask box if the asker doesn’t follow the gif maker? Any sort of advice like that would be appreciated, or sample scripts that are socially acceptable to send. I know gif makers work really hard and I want to say thanks without accidentally breaking unspoken social rules I don’t know about and I felt safest asking you. I hope that’s OK. Thank you very much.

hi anon 💗 first of all this is such a lovely message and sentiment, thank you 🥹 i'd say you're pretty well on your way already!

i think every gif maker i know would LOVE getting a thank you message! as you say it is hard work, and having that acknowledged will always be appreciated 💗 (no matter if you follow them or not)

here is my specific advice on how to thank gif makers:

reblog! we share the gifs we make because we want to share our love for the show/movie/actor/etc. with other people, and by reblogging, you help us do that. adding something nice in the tags, whether it's something like "this is gorgeous!" or "thank you for giffing this moment, op!", compliments on the coloring (like "love the coloring"/"wow you did such a good job brightening this dark scene!"/"these look so crisp/sharp!"), or commentary on what the gifs show (like "he looks so sad, i wanna give him a hug"/"this scene is so funny/heartbreaking/sweet"/"i never noticed this detail before"), or simply emojis (any combinations of 💖, 🫠, 🥹, 🥺, 😭, 😍 or whatever the gif makes you feel), any kind of reaction like that will be very much appreciated - for me, it's the highlight of making and sharing gifs!

as for sending an ask, i think any kind of thank you message would make gif makers extremely happy 🥹 here are some sample sentences - any variation and combination of these would be lovely to receive, i think (some ideas/options in [brackets]): "i love seeing your gifs on my dash" "thank you for [creating/posting/sharing] your gifs, they [bring so much joy/always make me happy to see]" "i love your coloring, it's so [warm/vibrant/gorgeous/bright and sharp/colorful]" "thank you for giffing [character/person/show], i really appreciate seeing gifs of [that/them]" "thank you for adding [alt text/image descriptions] to your gifs, it helps a lot!" "i really admire how [fast/talented/creative] you are at giffing" ok these are just a few ideas but i hope it's helpful! 💗

this is not a direct way of thanking gif makers (as it should be a given), but i wanna add it because it's important to me: give credit if you share our gifs in other ways than reblogging the original post. please please please do not repost/crosspost gifs without credit. if a gif maker doesn't want their gifs reposted/crossposted at all, please respect it. most, like me, will be fine with it if you credit properly. here are some ways to do that: if you want to use a gif in your own post on tumblr, you can use the Add GIF function, which automatically adds credit (and we get a lil notification), or tag the creator and/or link the original gifset in the post (e.g. "gif by @bizarrelittlemew"). if you want to post a gif to another platform, e.g. twitter, these are some examples on how to give credit: "gif by @/bizarrelittlemew on tumblr", "📸: @/bizarrelittlemew", "gif by @[twitter handle]", "gif source: [link]" and variations of these, written either in the post itself or in a reply right below. not only in the ALT text (as that is for, well, ALT text) and not by making a general note on your profile that "gifs are not my own"/"the gifs i post are from tumblr" or similar (as this won't be evident from the post itself and doesn't credit the gif maker). ok that got a bit long but hopefully it makes sense!

also, if a gifset inspires you to write meta or make your own post about what the gifset depicts, we'd also be very happy if you linked it (like "this gifset reminded me of... / made me think about...") OR simply add it in a reblog of the gifset! the exception (for me, others may feel differently) is if the meta/comment "disagrees" with the gifset, like if the gifset shows "[character] being considerate" and the comment is something like "actually, i don't think this is [character] being considerate, i think they're manipulative". then making a separate post would be more welcome (i'd personally still appreciate a link to the gifset if you were inspired by it).

something that would be rude (since you ask how to avoid that) would be somehow criticizing the gifset in the comments/tags/replies, like disagreeing with the composition (e.g. "i don't think gif number X fits with this theme"), or being negative about the editing/giving unsolicited advice (e.g. "wish these gifs were brighter/sharper" or "hey op you should make your gifs slower/faster"), or talking about how you dislike the show/movie/characters (because the gif maker will see your tags/comments and they probably made the gifs out of love for the thing). as long as you avoid that, you should be fine! 💖

once again thank you for this lovely ask and for wanting to show your appreciation for gif makers 💗

[transman-badass]

Hey y'all, if you like my positivity posts and other stuff, I'd really appreciate it if you could give me a hand with groceries and maybe dinner for tonight. I have about $11 on my EBT and that's it until the third. My situation isn't totally dire but the rest of the month will suck if I don't get help. Leave your blog url in a note and/or dm me after you help me and I'll share some of the stuff I've been working on. (Also if you have any cheap recipes or advice along those lines, please send them to me! I'd be really grateful.)

If you reblog, thank you in advance.

Cashapp

Ko-fi

[shinigami--apples]

why do you interpret alarak as autistic?

OH BOY

I've mentioned this before ages ago in a long post and a reblog about how scared he is of Talandar BUT I will say right of the bat that some of it is projection on my part; I identify with the way that he interacts with the world he's in pretty heavily (like, if I had the confidence of this man, I'd probably be an insufferable prick too, but unfortunately I've been programmed with shame).

ANYWAY

So, it's largely to do with some of his inner monologue and thoughts in the short story Ascension. Despite how brutal the Tal'darim are, he appreciates the simple structure at a base level, and knows from that how he's meant to behave. He's hyper vigilant (as you have to be in that sort of society), but the way that he has to try and control his emotions and speaks to himself when he gets into trouble for going out of line, chastising himself for acting impulsively is something that I interpret as very heavy masking in order to keep safe.

It's also the fact that both in Ascension and in Legacy of the Void, he's very concerned with making sure that everything has a plan before he goes in. The fact that he doesn't have any way to prepare before going to Nuroka makes him panic, and the tone in his voice when he is trying to get Artanis to do ANYTHING BUT use the keystone because he has no idea how it will turn out, and that's not good, really denotes panic to me. The panic is layered under like five different blankets of self-control and arrogance, but the way his voice speeds up is the indicator (again, something I mentioned on that other post, I guess I'll link it if you haven't read it).

There's the little mission he has with Vorazun which I will harp on until the end of my days because my GOD does this man not get subtle social cues. He spends that whole mission flirting with Vorazun and she has the most "someone get this man to shut the fuck up" tone in her voice and at NO POINT does he get the hint. My guy. She moved decks to get away from you. AND THEN at the end of the mission when she actually sounds like she's impressed, he takes that as a cue to start bragging because Artanis is there as well and he needs to impress them both and he fluffs it, she goes right back to "god fucking dammit I hate this guy" IMMEDIATELY. Even when he's talking to Artanis sometimes, I get that vibe that Artanis does not want any more of this conversation and is just there to be polite, but Alarak KEEPS TALKING.

This behaviour is so unlike the behaviour in Ascension that I can't help but feel like he's desperately trying to mask his way out of feeling like his routine and his world have been turned upside down. He just has to become Highlord and then he'll know what he's doing again, then it'll feel better. He has no idea what this Templar has decided to concern himself with, so throw out some advice about the machine to try and get it dealt with faster and then he can get to his goal and it'll feel less chaotic again. He likes to be sure. He likes a plan, anything else is an unknown that he doesn't want to risk.

AND, as a side note, let's not forget the fact that Rohana mentions at one point that Alarak is probably not capable of true deception. As far as I know, in Legacy of the Void, at least, and I think in Ascension if I remember correctly, he's only ever been able to lie by omission, or by taking what's true and adding a bit of embellishment. He's never actually outright lied, and it might be because it's too difficult for him. He's usually so blunt with his opinions and what he tells people.

But yeah. That's kind of why I interpret him that way.

[ladyshivs]

Hi! Do you have any advice on how to make friends in the fhr fandom? I adore what you and boci have and long to build something similar. Sadly I can't draw to save my life and I'm not very confident in my writing either since I'm not a native english speaker. I tried to send asks and scream in the tags about steps I like but though everyone is very nice and friendly they don't reciprocate the interest and because of that I feel very discouraged to interact. I worry if I keep it up I'm just annoying them and they may be too polite to say so. I must sound very desperste but I'd really appreciate any advice you have.

Hello there nonny! First of all, it's brave of you to ask this, and I'm proud of you for taking the risk to send it in at all, even anonymously.

Secondly, while it might not be what you want to hear, there's unfortunately no single straight answer to your question. I'm not sure if any of this will end up being useful or helpful. I can only offer what has worked for me in the past and what I hope is reasonable for you to try as well.

I'll put it under a read more because this got fairly long.

There really isn't any 100% way to make people care about your characters. There are only ways to put your character (sidestep, in this case) in front of as many people as possible to see if anyone takes an interest. That's ultimately part of what fanart and fanfiction do: put your sidestep in front of more eyes.

But if those aren't options? Just asking to interact with people can be a way forward.

Boci and I began getting to know one another only after I had followed them for years and did the same thing that you seem to be doing. I had sent in asks, left tags, tried to be unassuming and not annoying. It wasn't until I took the leap and asked if our sidesteps could interact that we actually got to talking one on one and were able to build our relationship.

No one in the FHR fandom except sidestep is psychic, and often the only way to let someone know we want to interact with them, and them to interact with us, is by saying so.

What you've been doing--adding tags and sending asks is a great way to get to know other people and their sidesteps. Encouraging creativity in others and supporting them is a wonderful way of helping them know you as someone warm and friendly.

But those things don't earn attention in return, and ultimately, they shouldn't be expected to. Reciprocity is something that can't be forced and isn't required. You can't make or demand people take an interest in your character.

What I recommend is giving information about your step when you interact. When sending in an ask about someone else's sidestep, consider volunteering some trivia and headcanons about your own: "My sidestep feels x way about y, what about yours?"

This way it's not forcing an interaction, but it could start a conversation and exchange of headcanons with someone who may have been too shy to ask about your own, or unsure if you wanted them to ask in return! Remember, people are often thrilled about the chance to talk about their ideas but might be too nervous and worried about annoying you to ask about yours.

I can't say if you have done this yet or not (the perils of sending your question on anon) but reblog as many prompts lists as you can. Even if you're not a writer, those OC prompts can be a chance for you to ramble about your sidestep and get their name out in the fandom space. The more people see/read about your sidestep, the more they can begin to get comfortable with them, and the more they may see you as someone they can be brave with and send an ask to!

Don't wait for people to ask or send in a prompt, though. Use them as inspiration and answer the questions on your own. Be your own biggest fan and other people will start to take notice.

You can post your headcanons, thoughts about your favorite parts and how you think your sidestep should react to those scenarios. If you want something more visual, consider making mood/theme boards, or posting style boards with examples of their favorite outfits. Make a playlist with songs that fit your sidestep. Write a recipe of what your sidestep might want as a comfort food. Talk about how they would want to decorate their home if they had the chance/time/money.

All of this being said, and all those examples aside, I completely understand how disheartening it is to see what feels like everyone else having a fun time at the party while feeling excluded.

Sometimes the risk of coming across as annoying is terrifying--but it might also be worth it. What comes across as annoying to one person can be seen as passion and sincerity by another.

Keep putting yourself and your sidestep out there. Be patient, be kind to yourself and to the people you hope to make friends with, and remember that while you can't force friendship, you can be the one to take the terrifying step forward and ask.

[sheepispink]

Hello darling, I hope you're doing well. Just wanted to stop by and talk about the discourse with your "Simon x hybridpuppy!reader" fic and the original source that you got inspiration from, Cotton Candy Clouds.

So firstly, concerning blog etiquette, if you (or your followers/mutuals) are minors, and you come across a blog or post that says MDNI, what that means is to not interact at all with that post or the blog in general. It does not mean "mdni on this post only, but the rest of my blog is ok." It means that anyone underage is not to read, like, reblog or otherwise interact with that post and that blog, in any way, shape or form. If you still choose to do so, you're directly going against the creator's wishes and bypassing a boundary that they've set to keep you and other minors safe.

Secondly, concerning writer/artist/fandom content creator etiquette, if you are "inspired by" someone's post, you should always privately message that original poster to ask if it's ok to create your own version of their post. Many creators make posts as a way to see how their followers would receive the idea and whether or not to put time/effort/energy into making an idea a full fic. And if, in this case, it's already a full fic, it's even more important for you to contact the op and see how they would feel about you making your own post.

I am not blaming you, as I understand that you're young and it seems like no one has taken the time to explain this to you in a way that doesn't come off as aggressive or demeaning, but now that you have a good explanation as to why posting your version of someone else's story is tactless, please sincerely reconsider keeping that post up. And also, I'd suggest you make a public post apologizing to the original creator for the faux pas, because she's considering leaving the fandom due to your actions.

If there's any questions, feel free to ask them and I'll visit your inbox again to give more advice, should you need it. I trust you to take responsibility for your mistakes. Take care and have a great day darling.

thank you so much for messaging me so politely and explaining this all out for me, i cannot express how much i appreciate this. Breaking it down like that really helped me and though i still have a few reservations, not everyone will meet eye to eye so in the end i will take down the post along with an apology to anyone who followed for that story and obviously the creator themself. I wish i could’ve said a little more but i’m still ill and so not in the best mindset but i didnt want to leave the story up any longer than it has been.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Captain's Orders 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, controlling behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The Captain takes it upon himself to change your life.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Note: Ugh, here we go.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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Steve, Captain, First Avenger, whatever you should call him, follows you down the stairs. You're overly aware of his presence. You're confused by it.

You got in one argument on the internet and now he's here? What the heck is wasting his time online for? Doesn't he have a life? He did tell you to get one after all.

"I got it," he dips around you as you get to the bottom. He pulls back the fire door and you eye him warily as you step through. Once more, he's on your heels. He gets the front door too.

You cross your arms as you come out into the sunlight. He shades his eyes with his hands and sighs, "nice day, isn't it?"

You roll your tongue around before you answer, "yep."

"I saw a shop around here--"

"It's expensive," you say.

"I said I'd treat you--"

"Why?" You turn on him and stop in the middle of the sidewalk. You cringe and seal your lips. You steady yourself. "Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude. I got your message loud and clear. You didn't need to come and make sure. Is that why you came?"

"I will explain. Smoothies first." He insists.

You huff, "I know who you are but this is still kinda scary. How did you even find me?"

"You know who I am," he shrugs. Your chest swims with nerves. You nod and turn down the pavement.

"What'd you eat today? You should try some Vitamin C in the smoothie. Get a protein booster." He offers.

You're slightly irked by his advice, mostly the assumptions behind it. You wet your lips and bite back on your retort. You are not a combative person. You never have been. He was right on that front. You settle for a lot of nonsense.

You notice the stray glances in your direction. Not yours, his. People stare at him like fawns, wide-eyed and frozen in place.

"So, what did you have for breakfast?"

"Steve-- Captain-- What would you prefer?"

"We'll get to that too," he says smugly. His answer unsettles you further. He's so certain and you are entirely lost. Not to mention, embarrassed.

"It doesn't really matter what I ate," you say.

He points you ahead of him, down the walkway to the shop door. He once more opens it and sees you through. You enter and look around. The amount of booty-lifting leggings and bulging biceps has you shrinking down.

You stare up at the menu and try to piece together how to order. You get a base and a boost and then there's all these bobas and vitamins? This is too complicated.

"You have any recommendations?" You ask. Maybe that will appease him.

"Sure, I'll get you my usual. You wanna find a table?"

"Can do," you mumble and walk away.

You sit in the corner and cradle your chin in your hand. You tap your lip and blow a soft raspberry. There's a woman staring at you from her group of friends. Her assumptions would be kinder than Steve's. He's here to lecture you in person, not take you on a date.

He sits across from you and sets down a cup filled to the brim with sickly green. You shouldn't complain. You're not exactly eating gourmet. You thank him and reach for it. He stretches his hand over the top.

"You shouldn't put your elbows on the table. It's rude." He reproaches.

Your frown then sit up, dragging your arm off the table. You can't make yourself apologise. He so easily picks out your every flaw.

"You gonna try it?" He watches you.

You hesitate but bring the straw to your mouth. You sip and your cheeks pinch. It's bitter yet tangy. How?

"Mm, good," you lie."

"You get used to it," he says.

"Can I please know why I came home to you in my apartment?"

He grins and looks down. He pokes his tongue into his cheek.

"You don't get out much," he lifts his eyes.

"Yeah, you were right about that," you squirm and put the cup down. You clasp your hands in your lap.

"How old are you?"

You chew your cheek before you answer, "twenty-three."

"Mhmm, and you don't have any schooling? Not formal?" He wonders.

You put your eyes down, "no. Can't afford it."

"Huh, from what I gather, lots of students work their way through these days."

Your heart sinks.

"Couldn't get accepted either," you mumble. "That's my own doing. So no need to say it out loud."

Your shoulders slump and your eyes glaze. This is humiliating. It's like having lunch with your mom. Not that she ever did much better. Still, she picks you apart like a chicken leg.

"You should sit up. Bad posture won't feel good as you get closer to thirty," he girds.

You suck in a deep breath and sit straight. You scowl at him, "I got your point, alright? I already feel terrible. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," he tilts his head. "I want you to try. I want you to do better."

"What does it matter to you? You don't know me."

"It matters to me because I can make you better," he says. "You said you don't get opportunities. That everyone else has everything handed to them, so my hand is open. I'm giving you what you're looking for."

"Huh?" You shake your head gently and furrow your brow.

"No rent, no work, none of that."

You blink and cross your arms. What is he talking about?

"Here's the deal. You get a free ride and all you have to do is follow my rules. I promise you, everything will be better. No manager, no loud sister, no bills."

You narrow your eyes, "and what do I have to do?"

"I said as much, live by my rules."

"Oh," you purse your lips.

You have this rotting feeling in your gut. He's not saying something. There's no reason for him to do this. Over one little spat on a forum.

"Is this how you save people, Cap?"

"I prefer Captain," he spreads his shoulders wide.

"Right. Captain. What if I can't live by your rules? You think I'm lazy--"

"Unmotivated. Complacent. Apathetic. Not lazy," he corrects you.

"Sure, but why... me?"

His eyes twinkle thoughtfully. They are very blue. You were so focused on yourself, you didn't notice... him. He's forged like a statue. His eyes are bright, his features made even more handsome by his beard and his grown out hair. And you are in your work uniform. A mess.

"Chance, I guess." He shrugs. "I mean, think about it, what else do you got going for you?"

You stare at the table then turn your sights through the window. You issue a soft sigh. You put your elbow on the table and he tisks. You quickly pull it back and wiggle your foot anxiously.

He's not wrong. You have absolutely nothing. You don't see yourself getting too much further than minimum wage and a shit apartment. You are being handed this, are you going to turn away what you always envied? An easy out.

"What does it... mean? What happens if I agree? What are the rules?" Your questions bubble out.

He combs his thick fingers through his hair, "the rules you'll learn. First, you're coming back to New York, so I can supervise you. Then, we start. You get into a regimen; exercise, clean eating, routine."

You flutter your lashes. This is absurd. You scoff.

"You're joking. You're mocking me. You're--" you cover your face, "I get it now. I almost fell for it."

"No," he reaches across and pulls your hands down. You flinch at the warmth of his touch, the roughness of his skin. "I'm not. Look."

He retracts his hold on you and you fold your hands over your chest. He reaches into his jacket pocket and slides out two cards. He lays down the thick paper.

"I have two return tickets. For me and you. Tomorrow at noon."

"Tomorrow-- huh?" Your eyes round.

"I'm serious. You better get serious too. You'll be twenty-four soon. Then twenty-five. It's not too far before thirty comes knocking," he taps the tickets.

You're not like him. You're not going to stay young. You're not amped up on super goo. You're only human.

"Or you can do what you always do. Nothing, then blame everyone else."

It's like a slap in the face. Shame and anger. Hurt. Doubt. He's right, it's time to grow up. This isn't an opportunity you get very often. In fact, you don't think many others have been given the same chance. For once, you won the lottery.

"I'll try it." You say.

"No try. You commit," he retorts.

"Alright, I'll... do it."

"You'll do it, Captain," he corrects you.

Your insides wriggle at that. You ignore it.

"I'll do it, Captain."

⭐

Static scratches in your ears and skull as you enter the apartment. Alone. Stunned. As if a mine exploded in your face. In a way, it sort of did. Your online griping finally caught up to you. That and your real-life failure.

Shea is in the living room. She gets up on her knees and smirks at you. "Aw, where is he?"

"Who?" You blink, not processing her question.

"Captain America, duh," she scoffs. "Come on, you really sent him away?"

"He's... busy." You go to your bedroom door and the couch lurches with her weight.

"Hey, you can't just not tell me why he showed up. You didn't say anything about knowing Steve fucking Rogers."

"I didn't?" You open your door and she follows you into your room. You face her and block her from going further. "Shea, please, I need to be alone."

"Why? You're always alone. It's why I'm so surprised you have hunky blond heroes showing up for you. Taking you out for a smoothie," she taunts.

She was listening. He was right to go somewhere else.

"It wasn't... like that. Look. I'm..." you back away and sit on the foot of your bed. You're dizzy. You really said yes. You're entirely sure to what. He kept it all a bit too vague. "I'm moving out."

"What? Why? But--"

"Yeah, er, yeah," you stutter as you build a lie in your mind, "he was here about a job. Long shot. I forgot I even applied."

"Wait? You're going to work with the Avengers? Doing what?"

You look at her, "paperwork."

"Paperwork?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wait. How am I supposed to find a new roommate? When are you leaving?"

You rub your cheeks and stretch them as you drag your fingers down, "tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" She shrieks.

"Yeah, it's... they move fast."

"All the way to New York?" She blusters.

"Please, Shea, I need time to think."

"Yeah, me too!"

"I'll figure out rent for you. I don't know," you hold your head in your hands.

"Well, you don't seem very excited," she snorts.

"Shea!" You sit up with a snarl. "Stop. Alright! I need you to get out so I can pack."

"Don't yell at me--"

"I'm not..." you lower your voice, "yelling. I'm... trying to figure this out so please. Later."

She rolls her eyes and stomps out. "Donna!" She hollers and you get up to close the door behind her.

You stomp back to your bed and take out your phone. You almost can't remember work or all the BS there. You swipe through the search results and tap on the first that isn't sponsored: National Museum, Virtual Exhibit. You're brought to a page with a familiar face. Steve, with no beard and shorter, lighter hair. The infamous war hero.

You flip through, reading about his history, chewing your thumb. You stop at the part about the serum; 'This enhancement gifted Rogers with superstrength, heightened sight and hearing, improved resilience, and quick healing, among other capabilities.'

You rock nervously. That's a bit intimidating. You're not that stupid. You know he's a strong guy, almost invincible by the news stories, but you just never paid that much attention. Never thought of it. He protects people, right? But what damage could he do if he wanted to hurt someone?

Your phone vibrates. You flinch at the sight of his name. He made you take his number before you left the shop.

'I'll pick you up at 10. Wiil need to check-in for flight early.'

You send back a thumbs up. He's quick to reply.

'Is that a yes?'

You huff.

'Yes, Captain', you key in.

[paikothecateater]

People I think the Hetateens either like or dislike in no particular order.

1) Romano: they absolutely adore him. If you think about it, all or most of the Hetateens have siblings who over shadow them and some of them even have younger sibling complexes, so they really empathise with Romano because of how over shadowed he is by his younger brother. So you have a majority of the collective nations who think Italy is better, and you have the Hetateens clinging to Romano with tears in their eyes like 'Romano deserves more love'

2) Germany: they do not like Germany much. He just takes life too seriously and has a tendency to yell and it just makes things super stressful. They probably get into a lot of trouble with him. Also, they're team Romano, anyone he doesn't like, they don't like.

3) Ukr/aine: I've split up her name because I do not want a big fat target on my head, so for the remainder of this post, I'll call her Raine. If you have good name suggestions, I would greatly appreciate them, and I would like to add that while reading this post, I want you to temporarily separate this character from Hetalia because my version of her is very different to the Hetalia one. I can do a post explaining my version of her if you want.

Sorry for that intro, but it's necessary.

They absolutely adore her. She is the ultimate older sister figure. She's incredibly kind and caring, but also not afraid to stand up for herself and others, so it's not an uncommon occurrence for the Hetateens to go to her for help or advice because she's super understanding and empathetic.

4)Tolys: they absolutely adore him as well. He's super responsible, but he doesn't suck the fun out of everything. Much like Raine, he is a pretty universal older brother figure.

5) Sweden: Sweden is a teenager magnet. He thinks it's genuinely miserable that a bunch of kids have to sit through meetings, attend to serious duties and all that junk, so he's always pretty supportive of dumb teenager behaviour because they should get to do dumb shit.

6) England: unless it's Hong Kong, the other Hetateens really do not care for him. It's not even because of any particular issues they've had with him. He's just very prone to losing his mind over literally everything. They don't hate him or anything, they're always polite, but they just... Don't particularly enjoy his company.

I might make a part two for this.

Okay, I normally don't have anything to say by the end of a post, but I do this time, so please bear with me.

The reason I use different names for the baltics and Ukr/aine is because people who are from those countries really dislike the usage of their country's actual name in hetalia posts, so I'm just trying to honour that. I'd appreciate if you guys could avoid using those tags in reblogs please. Thank you.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi!

i was wondering if you had any resources on hypersexuality? or atleast any advice on coping mechanisms to deal with it, since i’m about to be stuck with an ex who has used me for intimacy when i was doing pretty badly earlier this year (after we had broken up and i wanted to try and just stay friends with her). it’s only for a few weeks, but i’d really appreciate it if you had any tips on how to keep my hypersexuality under control since i know she’ll probably make some kind of advances towards me and i don’t want to go on the cycle of getting intimate with her and then have a breakdown afterward over and over again another time. she’s also repeatedly made advances online (we live in different cities) between then and now which i’ve had an easier time rejecting because i can force myself to back away from the keyboard and not just mindlessly agree to but i’m kind of worried about what could happen in the future if i’m not careful and if i don’t have any better coping mechanisms.

basically if you have any resources on coping mechanisms for hypersexuality that would be really appreciated! thanks!

hi anon,

I'm really sorry but this is super beyond the scope of what I'm qualified to speak on, and it would be a disservice to you to just guesstimate. I hope you're able to find the resources and support you need, and if any of my followers have personal insight into this I'd welcome them chiming in via the replies or reblogs (preferably not as an ask, to ensure this anon sees it).

[specialgradefckr]

I really love your work. I've read all of them, more than once, and you've inspired me to make my own! I really like your profile, and if I'm not mistaken, you're the only one I know with a "search keywords" feature. I also think it's very clean to look at, easy to navigate for new users. I really hate the idea of bothering you, but I'd really appreciate it if you could give tips and advice for new users like me. I'm still new to tumblr, sorry and thank you in advance.

asdflkhjldfgh that's so sweet of you to say!!! i'm really glad you love my stuff, bc looking back, i'm super proud of almost all of it. like, i think i had a lot of bangers, and it's so validating to hear that you think so, too <3

and don't worry about bothering me. i won't lie, i've been getting a BUNCH of asks, but it's so, so encouraging to have all this engagement. it really motivates me to write bc i'm like,,, look,, all these friends in my inbox who want to read my work 🥺

i hope your inspiration goes well! i haven't been great about reblogging other people's work lately, but i do actually read a lot of stuff, particularly in the gojo/yandere gojo tags.

that's my number one piece of advice btw - tag the shit out of all your stuff. tumblr tags can be forgiving or a bit stiff depending on how a person is searching for fics.

literally search for an example of the kind of fic you're writing. take a top example with a whole bunch of notes. look at the tags on it. often it'll be something like:

fandom, fandom x reader, fandom x yn, fandom x you, char, character full name, char x reader, char x you, char smut, char x reader smut

and just go. slap on all the tags. make sure you don't include anything inaccurate though! i do also know some writers, particularly yandere ones, who write fics and then tag all the applicable characters, which is a great way to show up in a log of searches.

basically the fic won't contain a character's name - if it's for a male character, the character will just be "he/him" in the story. and then in the tags (or in the body of the fic) the writer will list character who they think fits the archetype.

@yanderenightmare does these really well (they also write fics with specific characters in them), and as fate would have it, they've also given out writing on tumblr advice:

https://www.tumblr.com/yanderenightmare/762144865228357632/heya-do-you-have-any-more-writing-tips-for?source=share

on search keywords - i've always found searching on tumblr to be spotty, so those tags are kind of my attempt to have some organization.

there are other blogs that do it (tumblr's huge, there's always someone doing something) but it's not necessarily common. #lemon as a smut tag and #answered asks and #BYHTD as filtering tags are kind of things that just came up when i was thinking "how will i find this if i want to look back on it later?".

i will also mention, i am by no means some particularly great tumblr power user or anything. i just started writing my silly little fics way back in june sjkfglhsg honestly i'm surprised by some of the attention i've been getting! i figured a lot of my stuff was kinda niche!

more advice. make a masterlist pretty early on and update it like... every few weeks or so. try to make a schedule to post and keep to it - for this blog i try to post a fic/content every wednesday, although i'm thinking about doing twice a week or an odd middle update every now and then.

do not be scared of other tumblrs. make friends. reblog their stuff! people really like it when you do that! if you see a fic you like, reblog it, and leave a comment in the tags or the reblog, even if it's just "my favorite part was X". they may never interact with you (such is the nature of online socialization), but you gotta be the change you wish to see in the world.

writer friends are a super valuable resource. they can help you come up with ideas, cheer you on, workshop stuff with you, and just generally make you feel good about writing when your juice is failing you.

i know MANY writers who go through periods of just thinking they're bad writers and all their work is bad, etc. it's a struggle and having other writers to tell you "i don't think it's bad" does a LOT.

in any case, from one writer to another writer (hopeful), good luck!

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas

i've just been feeing really down lately. one of my biggest issues is comparing myself to others and i know i shouldn't, but it's like once my brain gets going i can't ever turn it off.

i feel like i'll never be good enough for anything. And not really in a "i don't deserve it way" but more of a "mediocre" way. i've done so many things, picked up so many hobbies and things (thanks adhd) but even ones that i stick with for years and years, i only ever get half decent at.

i just feel like i embody the saying "jack of all trades, master of none" cause there are just so many that i can do and im good at and i love but, its like i can never get better after i hit right below the average line.

and back to the whole comparing myself to others bit, i try so hard on my content, but the ones i try the hardest at get the least amount of interaction and i hate it. i'm sure part of its just a tiktok thing, but it just makes me feel like shit and i'm constantly comparing myself to a specific content creator (which i know i shouldn't do and i try so hard not to) but the fact that we're mutuals makes me feel like maybe i need to prove myself somehow?? idk, i feel like he followed me out of some sort of obligation because we ended up posting similar video ideas literally within an hour of eachother and i feel like that (mixed with some other things i don't wanna say cause i don't wanna make it TOO obvious who it is) made him feel obligated somehow to follow me back. and idk.

he also can pull of any style or whatever he wants at any point and i'm SO jealous of that because i can't do that and i wish with everything in me that i could.

i'm just lowkey feeling like shit because i know ill never be able to get to that level and i feel like im never going to get anywhere and i just feel stuck.

anyway, thanks for listening and if u have any advice or like "coping methods" that would help, i'd appreciate it <3

Hi! I think it's really important to remember that modern content creation isn't just based on skill. It's based on like...knowledge of how to manipulate social media, and also a lot of luck.

I obviously don't know a lot about tiktok, but I'll use tumblr as an example. I write like...2-4 microfics a day. And sometimes, one of the ones I write I am so proud of. Like so excited about. And I know it's decent. But it doesn't really go anywhere. And then in the same day, I'll pull another one out of my ass and hate it and think it's shit, and it ends up getting like 2000 notes before the week is out.

It's not all based on quality or skill. It's luck. Because if another Marauders fan happens to have a fic some up on their page and reblogs, then it gets spread. and that's based on all things that don't have to do with my skill as a writer: timing, the tumblr algorithm, the other person's availability, their willingness to click a button.

Most social media is the same. So please don't take it personally. It's NOT a comment on your skill or your worth.