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justajsworkshop · 1 month ago

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Hey, I wanted to share something with you to see if you can help me figure out what’s going on with me. You know how I can manifest “small” things, right? Well, I want to figure out how to do the same with the “big” ones.

So, every manifestation I’ve had so far at least since I learned about the Law of Attraction or Assumption has been for small things. Things I honestly don’t care that much about whether they show up or not.

For example, like six days ago, I saw this super cute shirt at Bershka. It was $30, and I thought, “Oh, that’s so nice, I’d love to have it.” But literally, I forgot about it. I didn’t think about it again, didn’t affirm, didn’t visualize, didn’t listen to subliminals, didn’t do any technique. Nothing. I just forgot about it because I didn’t see it as a big deal.

Then, 3 or 4 days later, my dad came home and handed me the exact same shirt I wanted. And I was like, “Wait, WHAT? How?” It was such a weird moment, and it made me think about all the other times this has happened—when I’ve manifested these “small” things, stuff that honestly doesn’t matter to me that much, like food, clothes, money, or even the phone I have right now.

I call them “small” because, compared to the big things I actually want in life, they’re nothing. They feel so insignificant to me that I don’t even bother to focus on them.

But here’s the frustrating part: why don’t my “big” desires manifest the same way? With the big ones, I put in time, energy, and effort. I do routines, techniques, listen to subliminals, affirm, visualize… and still, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a single sign.

When I do nothing, I get what I want but only with things I don’t really care about. But the things I truly want, the ones that actually matter to me, they never show up.

So, I’m starting to think that maybe this whole “letting go” thing is my way of manifesting at least for small stuff. But why can’t I apply that same approach to the big desires? What am I doing wrong? How can I take that same “whatever” attitude and use it for the big things I care about?

Oh, and another thing that happens to me is that sometimes I dream about super random stuff that I don’t even want, and then it manifests in real life a day or two later. And I’m like, “Seriously? THIS shows up, but the thing I’ve been wanting for MONTHS doesn’t?

I don’t know, what do you think? Does any of this make sense? Sorry if I’m rambling or if something sounds weird I’m still trying to explain myself properly.

Thank you ✨💋

congratulations on sending what i'm pretty sure is the longest ask i've ever received lol. no one feel compelled to beat this record, please.

ok, so, i'm going to answer this ONCE, mostly so i never have to do it again. but tbh, you've really answered your own question here, and in this obnoxiously long response, i am going to detail why.

why do i manifest the small things but not the big things? the things i really care about?

let me bring us back to the foundations of what people call "manifestation." effort does not manifest. I AM doesn't operate under compulsion. a certain number of affirmations does not manifest. manifestation is instant to I AM awareness. time does not manifest. everything is only ever in the now to I AM.

so... if it's not 10k affirmations, if it's not a 7 day challenge, if it's not trying hard to be the best and study big for your "test" (i'll get more on this analogy you've used here because it's an interesting one), what the fuck does manifest? what is the mode of operation by which manifestation occurs?

YOU, as awareness.

you do not manifest what you tried the hardest for. you have proven that to yourself now. you manifest who and what you are conscious of being. and this is why i am ALWAYS asking on this blog: who do you say you are? whatsoever you add to the holy name of I AM is what you manifest. because YOU are reality. how you experience yourself and how you perceive yourself IS the reality you give yourself.

THERE IS NO SEPARATION. your experience of self is reality; therefore, you are reality.

take a step back and re-read your ask and tell me: who does this person say they are? because you're literally affirming that:

every manifestation I’ve had so far has been for small things -> i only manifest what i deem as "small" is what i get. i do not get "big" things.

I’ve manifested these “small” things, stuff that honestly doesn’t matter to me that much -> i don't get the stuff i care about, and this is how i define "small" vs. "big." small stuff = stuff i don't care about. big stuff = stuff i do care about.

When I do nothing, I get what I want but only with things I don’t really care about. But the things I truly want, the ones that actually matter to me, they never show up. -> doing nothing manifests for me BUT it's conditional upon the fact that i don't get what i truly want/deem important. i do not get what i really want. i don't have what i really want. all this "small stuff" that i do manifest is not evidence that i can manifest; it's further evidence that i cannot manifest what i really want.

With the big ones, I put in time, energy, and effort. -> i perceive separation between me and the stuff i really want. my fulfillment of "important/big" desires is conditional upon my good behavior/obedience to methods and techniques. there is a rift of time, space, energy, effort, and suffering that exists between me and my desire.

Not even a single sign. -> i rely on my physical senses to validate me; therefore, i am bound to them. they are my master.

It’s like, why? It feels unfair. Like when you study so much for an exam while your classmate is out partying and posting pictures on Instagram. Then exam day comes, and you fail, and they pass. And when you ask how they did it, they’re like, “Oh, I didn’t study.” That’s exactly how it feels. -> i am a victim to my lack of fulfillment. i don't get what i want. i try, and i try, and i try. no matter how much i try, i am unfulfilled. everyone else gets everything they want, but i don't. i see other people and their success as evidence of my nonfulfillment and separation from my desire.

another thing that happens to me is that sometimes I dream about super random stuff that I don’t even want, and then it manifests in real life a day or two later. And I’m like, “Seriously? THIS shows up, but the thing I’ve been wanting for MONTHS doesn’t? -> i am seeing how my awareness manifests. if i am aware of something—whether in the waking dream or the sleeping dream—it is reflected back to me. just not the shit i really care about. every time i notice myself "manifesting," i am given evidence of how i don't have what i really want. i am waiting. all i do is wait. i am the wait. i wait. i am waiting (verb) but also I AM waiting (waiting is who i am).

let be clear in that you are not unfulfilled. this statement might offend your human sense of self, which is fine. but you are not unfulfilled because the true you behind all this mess is absolute, perfect, and total fulfillment. you, as pure I AM awareness, are simply aware of a self who identifies with ^this hot mess express^ of an unfulfilling narrative.

your narrative of being is what you give to yourself. therefore, this experience is a perfect manifestation of your narrative: i don't get what i really want. you are perceiving EVERYTHING through that lens.

on the other hand, if you were perceiving these "small" manifestations through the lens of fulfillment, they could just as easily BE SIGNS that you already have your shit. it's your perspective and attitude that's deeming them as meaningless, unfulfilling, and even mocking instead of further evidence of your power: mostly because you don't identify as powerful. you're identifying as a victim.

to god, there is no such thing as big or small. all things simply are. god is infinite. to the infinite, there is only infinite or finite. it's either god (the totality of all things) or a part of god (which is still ALL of god), but what i'm trying to get at here is that manifesting $1 vs $10 billion dollars is the same in the eyes of god because $1 is just as limiting as $10 billion dollars. limiting is just limiting to an infinite being. they're equally "limited"; you just get to choose which one you want to experience by directing your awareness to one versus the other.

if you're not familiar with the parable of the prodigal son from scripture, i recommend checking it out. the short version is that there's a younger son who demands that he get his inheritance from his father early. he takes that inheritance, runs off, then squanders it on shitty living. he comes back, miserable and not fulfilled, and his father is THRILLED up on his return. the father immediately asks for there to be a giant party and a feast, for his son was dead and is alive again.

the older son, however, is displeased, and he says, "i have been by your side this whole time. i've done everything you asked you of me. i've worked hard! i've been obedient! i've been doing all the things! and you've never given ME a party to celebrate with my friend. i didn't even demand my inheritance early and blow all that money on drugs and hookers like my stupid little brother. this is so unfair!"

(i mean... to paraphrase the bible lmaooo. but also, does this sound familiar?)

and you know what the father says to the older son? "son, you are always with me, and everything i have is yours."

the metaphysical translation of this is that you can go off and squander the inheritance of your I AM awareness (the god power in you through which all things are possible) on narratives that make you absolutely fucking miserable, but the moment you return to the knowing that you are god and one with god, the kingdom is YOURS.

in short: obedience means nothing to the law. this is the difference between being a pharisee who pursues following god's perfect law to the letter in hopes that he will be rewarded vs. being christ who is the law (law = lord), and therefore, he is all things.

you're seeking obedience as your lord and waiting for a treat. when god already gave you your reward by making you his only begotten child: pure awareness. for god so loved you that he made YOU aware of being (I AM), and as long as you believe in your awareness of being, you shall have eternal life. through your I AM awareness, you can have ANYTHING, DO ANYTHING, EXPERIENCE ANYTHING, BE ANYTHING. and it's your freewill to choose who you want to be aware of.

right now, you're aware of and identifying with a self who doesn't get what they want, especially if those desires are important to them. do you want to continue persisting in being aware of that version of self? or would you like to be aware of something new? because the moment you decide to be something/someone different, you are. it's in the very name: I AM.

the change that needs to happen is you. you are the change. you are the shift. you are the door to all that you desire, and what you need to change is this:

you need to start having faith in yourself as much as you have faith (rn) that you won't get what you want.

if you want to know more on how to understand your I AM awareness in plain terms, i have a bunch of options linked in my pinned post, and i have one in there on faith too that i think might help you (assuming you read this far).

tl;dr: the reason you manifest the small things and not the big ones is because you said that's what would happen. you said it via your conviction of being. and you can just as easily choose a new story if you're ready to begin experiencing something new.

#answered.

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tiikerikani · 2 months ago

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Enough is enough

I've been in an insomnia death spiral for a while, and it is REALLY BAD right now. I sometimes say that I wish days were 28 hours long so I can fit everything in, but at the moment I'm thinking I need 32-hour days, if not longer. My brain is flat-out nope-ing out of work and it is even more exhausting trying to goad myself into doing it.

It was Senpai's birthday a couple of weekends ago, and while I'd already delivered my greeting (and a small pencil sketch) to him at the book launch, I also wanted to do something meaningful for the occasion, and I think that he would have been 100% behind me doing this:

I dug out the post-it note on which the one psychiatrist at the beginning of the panini, who had actually listened to me (see footnote 4), gave me the name of a place that does neuropsychological testing in English, and I emailed them. So I'll be having a consultation with one of their clinicians next week to get that process started.

Back then I'd balked at the price (and it was quite out of my budget at the time, almost a months' rent), and it still is a LOT of money (with the various followups and formal diagnosis from a psychiatrist and so on it will definitely be more than that especially when I don't have the health insurance that Old Job had provided), but I am in a bit better situation financially now.

I wrote "actually listened to me" in paragraph 3 because every other psychiatrist I talked to since then had been incredibly dismissive of my experiences. It's especially frustrating when you pour yourself out to them, about how so many of your eccentricities and the traumas of your childhood suddenly make sense when considered in light of what we now know about (inattentive) ADHD, and they tell you to your face that no, you don't have it, go take a nap. One doctor at least gave me an official referral to psychotherapy but I didn't use it because 1) you're on your own to find a therapist (good luck, lol), 2) you have to pay for most of it anyway, and 3) it's not going to be effective if it doesn't address the root cause(s) behind that trauma.

On further reflection, I now realize that these "death spirals" were not ordinary burnouts (if that can even be a thing) but specifically ADHD burnouts, so it's even more imperative that I get to the truth at the bottom of this. It can very well be that I'm too damn tired for tests to properly show my baseline, but structured cognitive/behavioral/whatever tests will have some kind of rubric and maybe even quantitative measurements so it will be less about how they feel about what I tell them about myself but what the scores say about it.

But what's more, I now have copies of the figurative receipts. When I was visiting my parents last year I made scans of all my old report cards and other school records (that Mom meticulously organized and kept). Not every single page but those with grades or teacher/parent comments on. I don't really have any interest in reading through them myself. Some of the criticisms areas for improvement my teachers had for me are still etched in my mind 30 years later, because I couldn't "fix" them then (and not for lack of trying) nor really understand why I should (be like normal people), and still can't and don't. I will not enumerate them here.

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TL;DR:

I don't care what it costs (a lot) but I am (finally) getting my damn brain tested for ADHD because I can't manage it on my own anymore while pretending to the world (and the world trying to tell me) that my problems have nothing to do with it.

#personal #adhd #probably c-ptsd things #senpai can't fix this #some things you just gotta throw money at

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aylacavebear · 11 months ago

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She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 2274

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. May have future SMUT 18+!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Hell, The Pit.

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Maria woke sometime around two in the morning; one thought circling through her mind: I need to go. She sighed as she felt Dean sleeping peacefully, still holding her close.

Without much thought at all, she was standing next to the bed, dressed casually in jeans and a blue t-shirt, and one of Dean’s red flannels pulled over it, unbuttoned. I can do this, she told herself, letting out a shaky sigh as a note appeared on the night table for Dean. One more deep, shaky breath, and she flew to Hell.

The stench in the air was putrid, causing her to cover her nose and mouth with her arm. The corridor reminded her of something out of a dungeon as it was lined with cells, some pore soul on the other side of the bars of each. There was a dampness in the air that smelled of blood and sweat; some droplets could even be seen on the stone walls. She wanted to take a deep breath but couldn’t, the stench almost making her nauseous.

As she walked down the corridor, she could hear the souls of those behind the blackened iron bars mumbling things or saying they were innocent or even begging for more torture. That caused an idea to play through her mind that she’d bring up later. There were even moments where random cells seemed to glow with the flickers of hellfire, the heat spreading into the corridor. The oddest part was that she didn’t see a single demon or hellhound patrolling the corridors.

“They probably know I’m here,” she mumbled to herself.

She focused her thoughts on finding whoever was in charge of running Hell at the moment and let that feeling guide her through the maze of the dungeon. The amount of cells had dwindled as she turned another corner. These cells didn’t have bars; they had solid metal doors with a window that could be opened to look in on the prisoner. She could hear muffled screams, whimpers, and even sounds that didn’t sound of this world. At the end of the current corridor, there was a door. It reminded her of one of those heavy doors you’d find in a castle. The heat coming off of it was intense.

With sheer determination, she reached out and opened the door with ease, keeping the air around her cool. She knew Hell was hot, but experiencing that heat was on a level all its own. As she looked into the area on the other side of the door, she saw a vast open expanse, chains going in all directions, zigzagging across the vastness of the area. The red, orange, and black colors of hellfire could be seen in the distance, illuminating the expanse. Where the chains crossed others, she noticed that there was a human soul there, chained to it, their body only being held in various places by those chains over the expanse.

“The Pit…” she whispered, taking in the scene further.

A few demons could even be seen, torturing different souls. At those locations, there were small platforms that had more torture devices than she’d ever seen before. Some of the demons were in demonic form, which she found quite grotesque given the horns or wings, elongated arms and legs, claws, and some even had tails. Others looked like regular humans, and she figured that was only to make the torture worse for whatever human was on the chopping block, so to speak. Bone-chilling screams could be heard from several different directions, as well as demonic laughter that sounded almost happily sadistic. Maria was too far away to make out exactly what kind of torture devices any of the specific demons were using, and part of her didn’t want to know.

She had to focus, though, so she pulled her gaze from the horrendous scenes that were mingled along the chains, tilting her head upward, just inside the door. There was no floor here. The door had just opened up into The Pit. She wondered where the ring leader would be to watch over the proceedings, and her gaze found its way upward as she leaned further out of the door. A large glass window was several hundred feet above where she was, and she barely noticed the silhouette of someone standing on the other side of it.

Maria flew into the room where that large glass window was. To her surprise, the room was white, a complete contrast to everything she’d seen thus far. It reminded her of an office to one side, complete with a desk, computer, and filing cabinets with places for people or demons to sit. The weirdest part was that it reminded her of something you’d find on Earth in some corporate building, not in Hell.

To the other side of the room was a couch, a coffee table, several reclining chairs, and what looked like a bar. Those, too, were white. Her brows scrunched in utter confusion at the scene. This was not what she had expected to find in Hell, of all places, let alone as a place a demon would consider comfortable for their office.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” a male voice to her left said, pulling her from her thoughts and observations of the room.

His tone is somewhat nasally, or that was how it sounded to her. Maria also noticed that there was no foul odor in this particular room. She turned to face him, noticing his back was still to her as he looked out the window.

“And who are you?” Maria asked him, a bit curiously. She’d met plenty of demons over the years, but this felt very different, stronger than even Azazel was.

He turned to her, eyes turning white, “Alastair. Can’t say it’s nice to meet you.”

She felt a few goosebumps dance down her arms, seeing his eyes go white. Depending on how the demon ranked in hell was always shown with what color their eyes turned. White was at the top of the chain of command. He exuded a menacing yet commanding and powerful presence as he stood there calmly, silently studying her with his eyes. Maria found his facial features rugged, with sharp angles along his jawline. His hair was dark and mostly unkempt. Maria briefly wondered just how long he’d been in his position as she could almost see a touch of sadistic pleasure in his hard expression.

“I’m not here to fight. I’m here to talk. Where’s Lilith?” she asked, managing to stay centered despite Alastair’s commanding presence, letting her powers guide not only her words but also her feelings.

Alastair raised an eyebrow, finding her directness mildly amusing, “She’s busy.”

Maria rolled her eyes. Stubborn demon, she thought to herself, “I’m here to see her, or are you the one in charge of Hell?” she remarked, being a slight smartass, knowing her words alone could pull Lilith from whatever she was doing.

The sadistic yet amused laugh of his filled the space of that office, but it didn’t phase her, “I’m only in charge of The Pit. You’re in my domain now.”

She crossed her arms, still determined, “I could easily go interrupt her, or you could retrieve her. It’s up to you, though.” Maria knew that none of them could hurt her and even let her glow come out, just enough for him to see the purple hue of it.

Any regular person or even an angel may have missed the millisecond that his jaw tensed or the way he took in a breath of displeasure, even the way his stance changed in the tiniest way. She didn’t smirk or flinch; she just watched him disappear from where he was. So far, so good, she thought to herself as she took a deep breath and relaxed again, walking over to the large window.

He had quite the vantage point from this location, being able to see the entirety of The Pit and the souls strung up along the chains. All of them were at different levels of torture. She could feel the ones who didn’t deserve to even be there, and her hand found its way over her heart, feeling for them and wanting to save them.

Maria wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she heard his voice behind her, “She’ll see you now.” That caused her to turn and look at Alastair. He didn’t look happy at all.

“Will you be taking me to her then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastair took a deep, annoyed breath, “Yes.”

She held herself confidently as she walked over to him, keeping it as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Even he knew he couldn’t hurt her, and trying to do so would only end badly, for him. They appeared in what she assumed was some sort of throne room where Lilith conducted business. It had that castle throne room feel to it, although it looked more like an underground dungeon with the dim lighting, the stone pillars along the path to the throne, the low ceiling compared to one you’d find in a castle, and the hellhounds on either side of the throne where Lilith sat. She did not look happy either. Alastair dipped his head to Lilith and then disappeared, leaving the two women alone.

“What do you want?” Lilith demanded, thoroughly annoyed at her presence, causing the hellhounds to growl.

Maria held herself confidently as she glanced at either hellhound, both of which stopped growling at her and then laid down. “I’m here to talk,” she told her, then approached the throne, standing a few feet from it.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, “Fine. What are you here to talk about?” She decided that with how the hellhounds responded to just a look from this creature, she’d at least play nice, for now.

“Things have changed on Earth. I’m here to negotiate other changes that need to take place, in Hell,” Maria explained, not intimidated by her in the least.

Whether Lilith wanted to admit it or not, she knew she was right. She’d felt that feeling that made her skin crawl, peace, radiating off of this creature, and it was infiltrating Hell, “You’re the reason my demons and hellhounds can’t go to certain places on Earth, aren’t you?”

She could hear the annoyance in Lilith’s tone, “Yes, I am, and it will eventually encompass Earth. I’ll let you continue to run hell, but only for the souls that deserve it.” Maria could feel Lilith’s rage at her words but wasn’t going to back down on this one, “I don’t have a choice, do I?” Lilith asked her, pissed at this point.

“I want to do this diplomatically. I believe that even demons can be reasoned with,” she replied.

Lilith got up and began pacing a foot in front of her throne, and Maria noticed that she was chewing on her thumbnail, “What if I don’t agree?” Lilith asked, stopping and glaring at her.

“Then I’ll take the souls that are meant for heaven and kill whatever stands between me and that,” Maria answered her calmly.

The frustrated growl that came out of Lilith was not only somewhat intimidating but also loud. Maria figured half of hell had to have heard it, “There’s one more thing, Lilith. I want you to set up a reform program for any damned soul that wants to redeem itself so it, too, can find its way to heaven,” Maria explained to her.

Lilith’s rage emanated from her in waves, but Maria used her powers to keep it from hitting her. She knew she needed to stay focused. However, when almost a dozen demons poured into the throne room, Maria turned to them, raising an eyebrow. The demons stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Maria, practically bumping into each other just inside the throne room. Normally, she would have found the scene amusing, even chuckling, but not right now. As she turned to face Lilith again, she tilted her head just a bit, “What’s it going to be, Lilith?”

“Fine,” Lilith growled, knowing that she had no choice if she wanted to live. She had one purpose: to be the last seal to be broken for Lucifer’s rising. That was the only reason she was agreeing to this creature’s terms without a fight. Lilith also knew that somehow she’d have to find a way to break the first seal if that would ever happen now. The creature before her was something she’d never interacted with before.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Maria told her with a triumphant smile.

There would be no more Crossroads deals and no more demons on Earth causing problems. Maria considered that a win, at least where that peace had spread. Without barely a thought, all the souls that were meant for heaven went there. Maria could feel it more than see it. And with that, she flew back to Dean’s room in the bunker.

With time slowing in Hell, barely any time had passed on Earth. It had only been a couple of hours that she’d been gone, and she sighed with relief, seeing Dean still sleeping peacefully. She watched him for a moment, a small smile playing along her lips before she was naked again and cuddled up next to him without disturbing him too much. He did readjust a bit, pulling her closer as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. She made the note disappear before sleep found her again, nestled safely in the arms of the man she loved.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 34 - An Unexpected Intrusion

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jinnie-ret · 1 year ago

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hi!! i was wondering if you had any tips or stuff on how to start writing and then getting the courage to post it..? i've been on tumblr before (back when i was like 13 and had time and ideas to write almost everyday) but now i'm in my last year of high school and it's honestly super hard lmao

even if i do end up writing something, even if it's small, i get too chicken and end up not having the courage to post it and sometimes deleting it-

but if you don't have tips then thats 100% okay! i hope you have an amazing day and i love all of your fics! (disclaimer: i'm 17 so if you're uncomfortable with minors on your page i'll be happy to unfollow you and then follow again when i turn 18. don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything!!)

hi love! First of all aw thank you for being so considerate! 🥰 it's fine you can still follow this blog as there is no nsfw content and I'm comfortable with minors interacting so you're all good! how you've been having an amazing day today as well, I have, even though I've not long woken up lol

As for writing tips hmmmm, well I can describe how I end up writing my fics, which is I think of it initially with a goal in mind, like what am I trying to achieve with this fic and why am I writing it? This is more so with fics from my own ideas rather than requests because with your request you already have that goal there.

Then I write it in note form trying to map out how the story will go, so with my fic people pleaser, which took place in one kids room, I had to figure out where that would fit in. So I wrote it in note form at the start very similarly to this:

- One kids room intro

- Different moments with the boys

- Overcoming people pleaser habits explained in - one kids room episode

- last statement showing good change

After that all of my ideas developed more and more so I could keep it under each section and I'd say always write down an idea when you have it! Don't just think you'll remember it for later because it's possible you could but it's more likely that you will forget it and then be sad because you forgot an amazing idea :(

Other writing tips I would say is show don't tell, vary your sentence structures, incorporate the senses to give more depth and help the reader feel like they're there in the story. There are a lot of good writing tips you can find on Tumblr fortunately that would have explained it better than me lol.

As for courage, all I can say is you've just gotta post that first fic! Just gotta rip off the bandaid. Stays are a really nice community so you'll get people reading and being kind to you. Interact with others to make moots! I started doing polls to have more of a connection with people who like my blog and then they also get an input because it was a vote to what I post next. Be proud of what you write because it's come from this small idea in your head and has developed into an amazing piece of writing!

hope this helps lovely <333

#jinnie ret natters

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sharksa-shivers · 1 year ago

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Stuff with Nucleo and OH dump cuz i said i would the other day

So...These involve the 2 derpos in the title, just a grab bag of stuff with them (and perhaps...Both of them doing shit together as well hmmm) But i should post some seperate too especially OH cuz i haven't spoken about her as much as i should be you could say that about alot of characters tho tbfh... ---------

(Sharky having to ask OH for cash on the phone, all 3 of em are broke)

Orange Hair:(answering her phone, we see the screen split so we can see both Sharky and Orange talking, Orange working with some chemicals and Sharky leaning up against a building, him just walking around as they talk)Hello?

Sharky:(obviously having to work up a bit of nerve, we can see he's obviously kind of anxious about this)Heyyyyyy, uh…So…I'm just gonna cut to it and not waste your time and blah blah blah, uh…Look, can i have like…500 bucks? Please?

Orange:(raises an eyebrow)500? What for?

Sharky:(anxious, trying to keep it cool and together)Uh, gas money, food money, hotel money, supplies like bullets and stuff…Uhhh, very not cheap stuff that we need andddd collectively all 3 of us together have…(pulls money out of jacket pocket)…12 dollars and 67 cents…and yknowwwww, kinda got like another day of travel ahead andddddd-

Orange:(we see her think for a moment before she just…turns this shit on its head)Hmmm……….Yeah- uhhhhhh…No.

Sharky:(he sits a moment)…..What? No?

Orange:(repeats)No. Nope. Non. Nien. Nada. Natu. No. What? You didn't hear me?

Sharky:(we just see him kind of snap a small bit)I…….Orange, i…We really need money!!!!

Orange:(working with her chemicals, writing down info)Ok…….The answer is still no.

Sharky:(nerves snapping mentally continues, getting kind of pissed and frustrated)Literally why?????? You're a multi-millionaire!!!! $500 is pennies for you!!!!!!

Orange:(unphased by his frustration)Pretty simple, gotta learn to deal with problems like this sooner or later, especially when it comes to demon fighting. You have any idea how many times i've had demons steal my cash and leave me fucked? It's gonna happen sooner or later and you 3 are gonna have to know how to deal with it. Life's fucking rough, it's how it is.

Sharky:(breaking)We literally do not have money for a place to sleep or food!!!! We have 12 fuckin dollars!!!!!

Orange:(unphased still)You got a car and i'm sure you 3 can figure out some resource for food…You're all very smart, you can do this very easily, i've seen the shit Max alone can do.

Sharky:(freaking out)Do you have any idea the amount of danger this puts us in???? Like…Any idea at all????

Orange:(stares blankly)Uhhh, yes? Very much so. Yes. Mmhmmm…If it gets too deadly or whatever, i'll bail you guys out butttttt since it's not there yet, seems like perfect survival experience time here to me…

Sharky:(he just kinda sits there in disbelief)………

Orange:(annoyed)You done yet? Can i get back to my work now?

Sharky:(he just kind of falters and accepts the answer, knowing he can't fight her)…….Yeah, guess i'm done…

Orange:(picking up her phone)Excellent, excellent…You 3 stay safe out there, don't come home dead please.

Sharky:(annoyed as fuck, freaking out)Yeah, sure, i'll try…

Orange:(finger on the button)Alrighty then, goodbye…

(We see her cut the line and Sharky's just there staring at his phone…We see him mutter "Shit!" Under his breath and then we cut back to Max and Kristy chilling in the car…)

Kristy:(boredly messing with her hair)…You think maybe like…I dunno, i could go for a different style by now or?

Max:(on his phone, rapidly typing)Uhhhh, maybe!!! That's kinda up to you, i don't really know much about human hairstyles and whatnot…

Kristy:(looking at herself in the visor mirror)Like…I like this being shoulder length and sometimes i wanna cut it but if i don't like it, then i have to wait like…a few months for it to grow out again so like… (Sharky opens his door and flops into the drivers seat, frustrated)

Sharky:(stressed as fuck)God…FUCKIN damnit…Fuck…

Kristy:(concerned)Wait, what happened?

Max:(looking up, texting)Is OH gonna be making this a pain in the ass again?

Sharky:(nods)YEP, SHE SURE IS!!!! She said she isn't gonna give us anything, she wants US to survive on our own, fucking…Fuck!!!!

Kristy:(eyes widen)What???

Max:(just kinda stares, he seems kind of unphased but he wasn't expecting this exactly)…Welp…

Kristy:(confused)Literally how and why???? Wait, what???? She has so much cash, she literally wouldn't even miss it!!!!!

Sharky:(Leans back, mentally tired)She pushed it basically as "this is part of the job!" Kinda shit, i tried going at it from that angle, didn't do shit.

Max:(annoyed, texting, looks up)Gonna just ask, does uhhhh, does Orange know that when people say "eat the rich" that DOES INCLUDE her or? Cuz uhhhh, i'm just saying, she's making that sound quite tempting and uhhhhh…I wouldn't hesitate…

Kristy:(just looks back at Max, gives him a weird look)……What?

Max:(smirks)You heard me.

Sharky:(frustrated)Look, doesn't matter, she's not gonna fucking help, we have to figure out something else to do…

Kristy:(thinking, she perks up)Wait, we could ask Nucleo!!!

Max:(typing on his phone)I got him on speed dial, hold up…

Sharky:(just gazes over)No, God, don't be bothering Nucleo okay???

Max:(confused)Why not? He helped us last time.

Kristy:(remembering)He did but…Wait, Orange also got onto him for that, uhhh…I…Don't wanna get him in trouble again…

Max:(amused)Nucleo legit daydreams about Orange punching and kicking him in the face, it'd be fine. It's his like…Kink or whatever…

Sharky:(getting more annoyed)No!!! It's not fine!!! Just!!!! (Trying to calm down, let's out a big breath)Let's just…Try and figure out a way to deal with this that doesn't involve dragging other people into this okay????

Max:(on his shit)Capitalism literally cannot exist without you dragging othe-

Sharky:(snapping again)I KNOW ABOUT CAPITALISM BEING SHIT MAX, HOLY FUCK, CAN YOU BOTH JUST STOP FOR 5 SECONDS???? LOVE OF POSEIDON!!!!!!! ------------------------ The Captain: I don't understand how the fuck you can put up with her…

Nucleo: ………………Yknow you're right actually, FUCK Orange Hair, she can fuckin deal with shit herself, fuck her…

The Captain: ………..Wait, you're serious? (just stares at a stonefaced Nucleo)………Oh fuck, you…You are serious, holy shit…Goddamn, ok then… ------------------------

(We see Nucleo walking into the lab only to see OH has fallen asleep at her desk, papers strewn about everywhere while she snores…Nucleo decides to try and help, knowing that's probably not the best place for her to sleep…)

Nucleo:(trying to be cheerful, shakes her shoulders a bit, amused)Hey sleepy, wanna maybe sleep in your bed instead of the table?

OH:(Orange jolts up, her eyes purple from not sleeping for a while, shaking her head to wake up before quickly shoving Nucleo off)Thanks for waking me up, need to get back to work now though, i have to figure out this-

Nucleo:(he's very quick and as she reaches out for some of her papers, he quickly makes a radiation shield around them, making them unaccessible to her, hand on her shoulder)I kinda think it'd be better if you took a break…When was the last time you slept?

OH:(annoyed, tries to think)…….Last week? I don't know, lost track of the days…

Nucleo:(questioning)You even eat recently? Shower? You do anything not work related for even an hour lately or?

OH:(her eyes shifting more and more as Nucleo goes down the list, annoyed, getting up)Ok, ok, ok, fuck, fine…I'll go waste time and…"self care" i guess…

Nucleo:(crossing his arms, following her to make sure she goes)Not really a waste if you're gonna fall into needing these things at some point anyway. All this work crap will be waiting after you take a break, you need it. You can't save the world from demons if you're falling asleep at the wheel…

OH:(annoyed as she goes downstairs to her basement bedroom)You sound like those damn kids bickering at each other…

Nucleo:(smirking)Good, they got good points and they look out for each other. Good qualities to have.

OH:(annoyed, closing her bedroom door)Yeah yeah, welp. Night i guess… ------------------------ (OH getting out and giving Max a full ass flamethrower)

OH:(glaring him in the eyes before giving it to him)You be fucking careful and responsible with this or it'll be my fire you'll be worrying about, understand me?

Max:(nods)Yes ma'am, got it.

OH:(nods back, handing it over)Good.

Max:(holding it as Orange gets other weapons down, looking at the flamethrower in sheer awe and admiration)…….I don't think i have ever felt more allo then i do holding this gun, oh my god, i think i'm actually in love…

OH:(just responding as she's busy)Yes, it is quite a beautiful gun isn't it? Will certainly be useful for the upcoming mission i have planned out for you 3… -------------------------- (We see Nucleo waiting at the bottom of the stairs in the main cabin with a coffee he bought, him talking with Amber as he waits on Max and Kristy to come down. Nucleo is in charge atm of taking the 2 Trio derps somewhere (probs for a mission or whatever) )

Nucleo:(talking with Amber, trying to understand a bit)So what's up again exactly? Like…Why do i have to do this on my day off? Like, i guess i don't understand why Sharky can't do this…

Amber:(explaining a bit as she's busy on the couch, folding laundry)I told Orange Sharky wasn't really in the best state to be driving in, he told me earlier he went to Pink Fin and got some meds, he woke up very sick and was throwing up so…Yeah, doing a mission is the last thing he needs to be doing right now…So he's probably asleep right now, resting up.

Nucleo:(understanding but still questioning)Ok, got that. So…Why can't this all just be pushed back altogether? Like why does this all need to be done TODAY then?

Amber:(busily folding)You're probably gonna have to take that one up with Orange…(hears a timer go off in the kitchen, quickly gets up) Oh! There's my bread timer, hold that thought!! (Runs into the kitchen to deal with that)

Nucleo:(sighs, annoyed before calling out to the derps)……HEY, YOU KIDS ALMOST READY OR WHAT?????

Max:(from the upstairs bathroom)YEAH, JUST NEEDA FINISH SHAVING, HOLD UP!!!!! I NEED THE TIME TO LOOK GOOD!!!!

Kristy:(quickly, heading downstairs in a rush)Yep!!!! I'm fully ready-!!!!!

(As Kristy goes downstairs she ends up tripping and hitting Nucleo, his coffee flying out of his hands however Nucleo is very quick and is able to catch the cup, lid and liquid in levitation magic, stopping it all from hitting the ground)

Kristy:(standing up again, in awe that Nucleo was able to do that, watching him guide the liquid back into the cup and then put the lid back on)…….Wowwwww, holy shit… Nucleo:(smirking)Yeah, you're lucky i have the skills to do that, paid like 6 bucks, for this…(calling out again)MAX, CMON!!!!

Max:(yelling back)I'M TRYING TO HURRY, GODDAMNIT!!!!!! ---------------------- (OH and Kristy are driving somewhere. OH is smoking and she has the windows up so Kristy's just coughing on the fumes)

Kristy:(glares over)Do you have to be smoking in the car like this???

OH:(looks over)I mean, you can leave…

Kristy:(stares in confusion)Leave? Orange, we're on a highway!!! In a damn thunderstorm!!!!! Where am i supposed to go?????

OH:(smoking, lets smoke out of her mouth, shrugs)I dunno but you can leave. Not like i'm holding you hostage or anything…

Kristy:(pissed)YOU LITERALLY KIDNAPPED ME, YOU DID THAT, WHAT THE FUCK?????? ------------------------- (We see a very tired as fuck Orange Hair come downstairs, her apparently just waking up. We see Amber cleaning up things after breakfast as OH comes down and opens the fridge to get a drink. Orange's hair was obviously down beforehand and now is in a big ass tangled ratsnest knot…)

Amber:(as OH closes the fridge door, pulling out a sports drink(like a gatorade or something)a bit startled by the state of her hair, questioning)Uhhhh, Orange, your hair…Ummmm…

OH:(she tiredly blows a bang out of her face before her hair ignites in a firey orange glow, OH whipping it back out straight and back into its usual form, that hurricane esc style. Stares at Amber)That better?

Amber:(nods, trying to be very nice)Yeah! That looks great!

OH:(opening up her drink, tired)Good. I never worry about that shit, i'm a living hair straighter with my magic…And hair curler if i wanted to i guess…Point is, i've got heat built in, easy fixes. I don't care. ------------------------ (OH and Kristy in a fight over some shit)

Orange:(pissed)That is an ORDER Kristy, i expect you to FOLLOW IT!!!!!

Kristy:(at her snapping point, pissed as fuck and enraged)Maybe you should follow THIS!!!!!!!!!! (Within a quick snap, Kristy makes a very big and powerful green colored ray ball of energy and shoots it directly at OH, hitting her dead on without any warning and nailing THE FUCK out of her, actually sending Orange back into a wall and crashing cracks into it with the force of Orange hitting it………and the entire room goes silent as Kristy's eyes narrow at what she just did along with Orange seeming like that did do some sort of pain/damage to her as she peels herself off the wall, leaving an imprint…)

Max:(just leaning towards Kristy, his eyes narrowed and locked on OH)……Pretty sure she's gonna kill you for that…

Kristy:(scrambling for words, scared)I, Orange, i'm sooooooo sorry, you're right, i should just be following orders from you, you're right, you-

Orange:(recovering, brushing walldust off her jacket, her gaze steady but calmer)……Actually, yknow what? ……..I'm proud of you for that one, you put some force into that, took me off guard and actually did some damage…Good work Kristy, i expect more of that from you…

Kristy:(just staring)…….I'm sorry, what?

Orange:(annoyed)Just take the damn compliment kid, sheesh… --------------------------

(thinkin bout that ep where Max is a depressive wreck and Nucleo's taking him to a Sunrises concert to try and help him feel better which uhhhh yeahhhhh, not…Not gonna be as easy as that…)

Max:(coming downstairs to see Nucleo in his punk get-up while Max is in his Sunrises hoodie, Max stares at Nucleo very confused and his depression is still veryyyyy much there in his tone)…What are you wearing?

Nucleo:(cheerful and excited for the concert)This is my punk get-up!! I dunno bout you but i'm ready to rock!!

Max:(staring very confused, tired)……..Nucleo, this isn't a rock show we're going to…

Nucleo:(stops, staring at Max, confused)…Wait, what? I thought it was? Sunrises isn't a punk band?

Max:(staring still, shakes his head)No…Sunrises is one enby peep that makes dubstep music from their basement…This is more like…a rave concert i guess you'd call it or…Something…

Nucleo:(taking that in)………Oh…….Welp uhhhh, hold on a second, i guess i'll take some of this off then so i'll fit in better with ya…I'm leaving the make up though hehe… ---------------------------- (Nucleo's fighting this rando cult shadowdemon and is thoroughly pissed the fuck off after all the shit that's been going on…)

Shadowcult member:(smirking with a murderous intent, says the thing that pushes Nucleo over the edge)That's alot of talk for a pretty little plant mer like yourself…

Nucleo:(he's had e-fucking-nough so he proceeds to do some dark shit, he grabs the shadowdemons face and blasts pure radiation magic in their face, enough to cause major major damage, skin and hair falling off as the shadowdemon screams in agony…Nucleo lets go and the shadowdemon falls, screaming and flailing around as their skin melts, Nucleo just glares, tired and pissed off, his veins glowing green)…Maybe that'll help you remember i'm a radiation mer actually…Tell your friends i got more for em if they try that stupidass shit again… --------------------------- (We see Nucleo mad dash running into the garage area, stopping whenever he sees Sharketa who's busy looking for something in the clutter…)

Nucleo:(upset, seeing Sharky's car is gone)Shit!!!! Fuck!!!! I'm too late, fuck!!!! (notices Sharketa)Sharketa!!! Quick, did Sharky or Kristy or Max say where they were going or?????

Sharketa:(worried by his discomposure)Uhhhh, no? I…Or…I thought i heard Kristy say something about downtown? I think? Why?

Nucleo:(frantic)Ughhh!!!! Long story but OH doing shit again!!! I think there's a chance she might have slipped some explosives in some of their supplies!!!!

Sharketa:(immediately alarmed)WAIT, WHAT????? DID SHE DO THAT ON PURPOSE???????? WHAT THE FUCK?????

Nucleo:(frantic, scared, anxious)Fuck, again, long story!!!! I can explain later, i just need to fucking get to them and fast, fuck!!!!!(eyes light up at one of the motorcycles in the garage, rushing over to it, pulling it out of clutter, grabbing some keys with his magic and a helmet, putting the helmet on, ripping off his labcoat, speaking quickly)If anybody asks, i'm going after them, i don't have alot of time, i need to get to them ASAP!!!

Sharketa:(anxious, worried as fuck now)Do you even know how to ride a motorcycle????

Nucleo:(getting on and turning it on, anxious as fuck)Nope!!! I guess i'm learning today!!!! I've ridden a bike before though so uhhhh, i assume they're at least similar enough!!!! Can't think about that now, i gotta go!!!! The fucking things i do for you damn kids!!!!!

(Before Sharketa can respond again to that, we see Nucleo rev up the engine and speed off, him skidding some as he's obviously not fucking used to it, oof…) ------------------------ (Ok...I like this one but i am...Trying to decide if it's physically possible for Nucleo TO get drunk...Cuz like...Posion immunities, disease immunitys, idk, what do you think? Can he get drunk or no? lmaoooo)

(Late at night, idfk what context is butttt i imagine Nucleo brought some alcohol over and got a little tipsy (i can see him doing that whenever stress gets to be too much or he just wants to relax a bit but i can't see Nucleo really getting flatout shitfaced often, probs more just tipsy/light drunk sometimes.))

Nucleo:(amused, slightly drunk so he's kinda out of it)So what you're saying is that short men DO have rights? So what you're saying in general is that there's a chance?

OH:(Just staring, trying to work still)………You have been talking to yourself for like an hour and half straight, please just go home…

Nucleo:(smirking, drunk)Probably not a good idea cuz immmmmmm kinda drunk hehehehehe…

OH:(working)Which is why i'd get Sharky to take you home or something, just…Please, i'm trying to work…

Nucleo:(annoyed, snarky)You're always fuckin working…You never do fuckin anything else… --------------------- Nucleo:(questioning)……..Are you actually jealous of me or…?

Orange Hair:(She sits a moment before she actually says something pretty out there for herself)……….You know……Yeah………Maybe i am a bit……….

Nucleo:(taken aback but he tries to hold it together for her sake)……..How? You're so much higher up on the society ladder then i am, you're literally a living legend at this point, a multi millionaire, what could i have that you don't???

Orange Hair:(sits a moment, looks him dead in the eyes)……..Happiness……..You actually see a point in life, you can see the beauty in it, the value of your own life……..And……….I can't do that…………I don't ever say it but…….There's not a day that goes by that i don't think i'd be better off dead……..So…………

Nucleo:(sits there, taking that in…And they both sit in silence, him not knowing what to say to that…) ------------------- ...One last one for the road maybe lol --- (We see The Captain looking around the hotel room for Nucleo and being unable to find him until a thought crosses his mind. We cut shots to him sliding open their hotel door. We can see that they actually have a bit of a backyard with this hotel room and as such of having a bit of room, we see a pool and a jacuzzi. The jacuzzi is one of the ones you have to cover and uncover and we see it uncovered, we also see it's a decently deep jacuzzi and that the bubbles going and the water glowing…But we don't see anyone above water…Until Nucleo rises to the surface, leaning back and relaxing…shirtless and in his merform, his tailfin tips sticking out of the water, obviously having a nice time by himself…Which is when The Captain approaches and Nucleo notices him there.)

Nucleo:(his face falling, annoyed)Oh Neptune damnit, what did Orange do now???

The Captain:(stares)Uh, nothing i was aware of, wasn't here to talk about her…

Nucleo:(a bit annoyed but his face softens a bit, relieved)Well guess there's that then…Did you need something then? Do i have to get out? Cuz i haven't been in my merform in a really long while and i just wanna relax, enjoy my lemonade here and the water…

The Captain:(shrugs as he stands there)Eh, just kinda bored. Wanted some company i guess…

Nucleo:(thinks for a moment, just accepting The Captain being here now)That's fine then i suppose as long as you don't expect me to move or get out…Kind of a long process so…(drinks some of his lemonade before putting it down again and sinking some into the water) The Captain:(we see him staring at Nucleo's tail)Y'know…I could see mertails every day i don't think i'd ever get used to it. It just always feels like my minds playing tricks on me or something…

Nucleo:(flicking his tail in the water, obviously happy to be using it)Can't relate since i was born with it. If anything, legs are more of a mindfuck to me. Took me a while to get good at using mine. Like, i'm used to it now but like ehhhh… ------------------------ Wowie!! Angst and stuff with The Captain too tho...(Who i am in the process of redesigning again cuz fuckin yeah, old design is...Not as good as it could be, don't worry, he's still gon be like 57 cuz yeah ofc.) Also the face-melting thing... 1. Radiation is not a good thing to mess with and 2. Nucleo can be an absolute beast if he wanted to be. Just cuz he's weak powered strength-wise does not mean he cannot do damage cuz he absolutely can and does in the series. We're going up against a murder cult of demons, they kinda have it coming tbh lmao... In closing:

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #kidnappedseries rambles #Nucleo #Nucleotitan #OH #Orange Hair #OC's #Nucleo and OH just need to kiss already even tho it's probably a bad idea lmao...

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bellenichelle · 2 years ago

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It's Not So Berry Night!

I haven't said much about my running Not So Berry stream lately, but it's every Tuesday and TODAY's Tuesday. We're gonna be officially wrapping up Gen 1 HOPEFULLY by the end of tonight's stream, but if not then definitely next week. So I present, a few notable moments from the series so far!

Here's our Gen 1 gal, Araminta (I usually just call her Minta) She's completed the Chief of Mischief aspiration, mastered the Logic and Mischief skills, and she's currently ONE promotion away from mastering the Scientist Career. She's also completed the elements collection, just for funsies.

Minta and her now husband Jim on one of their first dates! Look how young and full of hope they are. These two were so adorably in love. (His full name is SimJim JimSim and if you want to know why, you should pop by the stream and ask). *A side note, I used to think the star gazing thing was a mod because I had never seen it before. I am not observant, and I had a LOT of joy when I first saw it.

The first time Minta encountered a fox on her property is absolutely a notable moment and you cannot change my mind. *If you wanna see house I built for her when she was living alone, check out this tweet about it here. I'll make a tumblr post with more pictures later.

So anyway, Minta and Jim were so in love, that Minta couldn't bear to wait around for him to propose. Jim's a little paranoid, what if he got in his head and never asked? So she popped the question and of course, he said yes! Little did they know that their relationship going forward would be more trying than either of them thought.

Not long after the wedding, they gave birth to the Gen 2 heir, Ambrose Berry. A charming little boy who would grow up into a charismatic, heartbreaking politician. But first, a sweet angel boy who loved his little red duck.

Later on, Ambrose would get a baby brother, TotallySteve. Steve liked to follow his brother around and just watch him. It was a little unsettling, but Steve absolutely adores his big brother, so it was still pretty cute.

Steve also has the Dog Lover Trait. Minta wants nothing more than to give her boys the world, so she knew that even though their home was small, they needed to get a dog for her boy. Merlin was aggressive towards every in the house EXCEPT for Steve. The two of them bonded immediately. So, even if it was a bit reluctantly, Minta brought Merlin into the family.

Minta and Jim definitely have had a bit of a rocky marriage. Things started poorly when Jim caught her flirting with one of their wedding guests right before they exchanged vows, but they worked through it and things seemed better. That was until sometime in the middle of Minta's second pregnancy, when Jim suddenly started being rude and disrespectful towards her and Ambrose. He would yell and berate them out of nowhere, he had lost his focus for work, Minta was sure they were on the verge of separation and she was preparing for life as a single mother with 2 sons (and a dog who barely tolerates her). But then Jim did another 180. He was apologising, trying to be better, he was making an effort again. Minta didn't want to get divorced, she didn't want her young boys to be without a father, so she agreed to give it one more go, and they renewed their vows right in the backyard.

Not everyone was quick to accept Jim's apologies though. While Steve was too young to remember his father's outbursts, Ambrose had withdrawn from his parents. He even started lashing out at Minta in his teen years. He still loves his mom, but their relationship is rocky. He doesn't think he'll ever forgive his father for being so harsh with him but fawning over Steve from the moment he was born.

Once Ambrose got into high school, he quickly figured that if he joined the football team, he wouldn't have to be home too much. He liked football, even though he never was able to find the time to practice after hours. It didn't take long to figure out if he had a girlfriend, he had even more of an excuse to be out of the house. At this point, his mom's house is just a place to sleep and shower until he can escape. --------------------------------------

And that brings us up to the present! Ambrose has the Serial Romantic aspiration, so since they can go on dates as a teen, we're getting him started early. He's a little hot headed and a bit of a romantic, but he's an independent boy. After watching the waves in his parent's marriage, he's not sure if he ever wants to get married, but there's nothing stopping him from dating around.

#mine #not so berry #twitch streamer #live stream #sims 4 #shut up belle #twitch #screenshots #twitch stream

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majorproblems77 · 8 months ago

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Fic writer here! (And im dabbling in AU at the moment but I've got that backburnered until exam season ends).

Plot bunnies can come from a variety of places, an experience I've had, or a fave trope I want to mess with, sometimes music will hold a particular vibe and I want to follow through with that vibe. I've certainly had my share of plot bunnies from pieces of art as well, writing and drawings alike.

So, when a plot bunny starts to form in my head I try to write it down someplace so I can look at it again later (especially because normally they come to me at weird times.). Sometimes they form in my head as daydreams ngl, and I'll find myself staring at a wall just thinking of how scenes work.

Once I do actually get time to write I then build a barebones plan.

For example, I actually still have my barebones plan for Unravelling (A long form fic i finished back a few months ago.)

it looks a little like this (With parts committed because of spoilers) Sometimes ill put small quotes, feelings and direct points i want to hit. Ect, people will notice that this isn't how it ended up working out, but sometimes it flowed better if you swapped chapters and rearanged parts to make it flow better.

follow from SITA - Feeling sad - Aftermath of AGOS - quote (I love you, sailor.)

Fight 1

portal (Chain split)

twi and sky - bonding but very one sided

Time and warriors (Wild?)

master sword guides Time (Ocarina)

Master sword - lake?

Sky chapter - demise realm

Fight time - 1v1 coat flies away, storm flows around them

chain fight - Wind takes center

Sky - at the end - REMEMBER TO WARN ABOUT THIS

Weaver pt 1 -4 flame

Skyloft? Ranch? recovery and apologies

Skyloft - loftwing healing bond, angry Zelda, groose is here too

Ranch - Malon helps them get settled and care for them.

I actually had several scenes written for the ranch before I changed my mind and swapped to skyloft instead, which is fun because I've still got those, and might finish them and post them at one point. Or I'll change them into something else and post that.

Anywayyyy

So, from that barebones, I'll usually write sections I've got a vibe for first.

So the first part of the unravelling story to be written was the (sky - at the end) bit. I was in an angsty mood that day. haha

From picking a section, I build dialogue first. I figure out what I want to have been said, what I want the team to know, and what I want the audience to know by the time the chapter ends. Normally I'll write up to 4 pages of dialogue before I've even figured out where the characters are. So for example, In my most recent story 'The Chosen's Perception' I had some dialogue that looked like this at first

W- "Come on Sky! We've got a few hours yet! Keep up!" S- "You know back at my home we put the slowest hiker at the front... so everyone keeps pace with them..." W - "I heard that Sky!"

The letters indicate who's talking with slight changes if they start with the same letter.

I build what the team is doing from there, walking, fighting etc. What I find works. Then I build the environment around them and call it a day.

OK, so I was inspired and now I wanna start a bigger conversation and I wanna know: fic writers, comic makers, au creators, etc. how do you do it? How do you go from plot bunny or story idea to completed chapters/story/comic update? What's your process? What programs do you use? Do you draft stuff? Outline? Storyboard? Do you chart or sketch? How do you settle on characters and characterizations? How do you plot (or do you)? I wanna know all the nitty gritty details. It's just so interesting because everyone does it so differently.

#linked universe #woo this was fun #long post cause you know #unravelling

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kinichwife · 2 years ago

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DAY 3 - GLORY HOLES

Kamisato Ayato / gn! reader

cont. reader does not know that the person behind the wall is ayato, reader gives ayato some head basically

tw. none

disclaimer. most, if not all of these kinktober posts will be short. it takes me a long time to write a full fic so these are going to be more like imagines and drabbles. (this one is a drabble)

dni+byi. mdni blogs, proshippers, -14. byi - i am a minor, is that makes you uncomfortable, block, do not report.

author's note. I FELT LIKE A DEGENERATE WRITING THIS. ESPECIALLY IN THE FIRST PART WHEN I LITERALLY DESCRIBED HIS NUTS, DUDE. (PS, IM SO SORRY IM A LITTLE BIT LATE FOR THIS!!)

ayato figuring out what kind of job you have and visiting during your work hours<3 sadly, but sometimes thankfully, you're never able to see their face.

during this shift, you were taken by surprise at how big this person was.. a long, thick shaft with a bulbous tip. you know that'd sting a little going in. not only that, but a nice, plump pair of balls; hairless as well.

you immediately got to it, wrapping your hands around their shaft and stroking up and down slowly. whilst you did that, you kissed and lapped at their tip. slowly but surely, you took more of them in.

pulling away, you used their precum and your saliva as lube. without a second thought you took them halfway in, your hand pumping as what you couldn't take. you sucked in your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down.

they tasted you good, you couldn't help but want more! your non-dominant hand reached down to fondle their balls, holding them in your palm and rolling them between your fingers. you pulled off of them and went down below their large cock, your mouth sucking in one of their balls.

your tongue swiped and lapped at their sac as you jerked him off. they must've been sensitive, you already felt them twitching. giving one last kiss to their balls, you pulled away and started to lap at their tip, afterwards taking them in your mouth.

as you sunk down onto their cock, you felt them twitch harshly, after a few second, you felt their warm cum slide down your throat in spurts. you pulled away, licking and kissing their tip while they came all over your face.

once they came down from their high, they paid you such a generous amount. you gasped and took the payment with excitement, as well as a grateful 'thank you so much!'. they walked off, you stop thinking about their moans. their grunts. they were so distinct, you swore they sounded so familiar.

just a few moment later, you heard a voice on the side of the wall you were on. "well hello their, little (y/n)." you snapped your head to the side, it was lord ayato! you were right in the middle of cleaning your face too, some of the last costumer's cum was still on your face.

you wiped off whatever you could and faced him, still on your knees. "g-good evening, lord ayato! what brings you here..?" you asked in your embarrassment, he definitely knew what was going on.

"i should be asking you the same thing. what kind of business should a person have, to bring themselves here of all places, late at night?" your face flushed further. it was so obvious. you quickly came up with an excuse, a poor one at that.

"i-i just! i just needed a place to take a breather is all!" you laughed it off nervously, in hopes he'd believe you. he still had that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you were doing. yet he still teased you further.

"oh, a breather? on your knees? in front a suspiciously placed hole? yes, yes of course." he chuckled and looked you up and down. he looked right next to you; what lay next to you was your rag, and your belongings.

"now tell me the truth, what are you really doing here?-" he paused and gave a small scoff. "-it's okay, (y/n). i'll let you off this time. i must say, your skill are quite excellent, i must say." you gasped, he was the one behind the wall!? you were at a loss for words, all you could do was stare up at him in horror as he walked up to you.

"aw, what's with the sad look? don't be so upset, i'm praising you." he placed his hand on your jaw and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "and i could tell you enjoyed it." he grinned as he watched you tear up, wallowing in your shame.

"come now, why don't you show me a little more? if this is even better than the last time, i'll consider-" he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. "-giving you this as a reward from now on."

you nodded, unable to speak from surprise. on your knees in front of him, he placed his cock on your face and slapped your cheek with it lightly.

"now, let's see if you can do even better than last time."

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kamisato ayato smut #ayato smut #ayato kamisato smut #ayato kamisato #ayato kamisato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

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pervysenpaix · 3 years ago

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Our Flower| BakuDeku X BlackFem!Reader - Chapter 1

Welcome to my first Tumblr Series! This post will serve as the "Masterlist" for this fic. Chapters can also be found through the tag "our flower 💕" I'll try to update at least once a week. Follow me and turn on your notifications, so that you won't miss any updates. Enjoy - Unique 💕

Synopsis: You, Izuku, and Katsuki have been bestfriends since UA. One thing leads to another and you find yourself waking up in bed between the two future pros. No big deal, right? Well, things start to get a bit awkward and you start to get really "sick". A major bombshell is dropped on you the day before graduation, and you decide that it's best for everyone if you just disappear. But, what happens when the pair walks into your café four years later?

Warning (18+) NSFW Content| Viewer Discretion is advised.

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT.

©pervysenpaix 2022

Chapter 1

Shambles.

You are in literal shambles this morning. Nothing seems to be going right. First, you woke up late because you forgot to charge your phone when you came in last night. So, you were late out the door and had to skip breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Then, your car wouldn’t start so you were forced to order an uber, which was too fucking expensive during rush hour in Tokyo. THEN, you were written up at your first job for bring late for the fifth time this month. And to top it all off, your best friend Gabbie wouldn’t be able to babysit Blossom tonight.

“I’m so sorry, babe” Gabbie lamented, “I have this twenty-page paper due at 11:59, and I’ve only written three sentences. She pouted, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes that only a true bottom could muster, hoping that you weren’t upset. Which you weren’t. How could you be upset when you’ve been there before. Assignments piled up so high, it seemed like you’d never make it through; but you always found a way and pulled through. You had to. There wasn’t any other option; Blossom needed you. “Don’t worry about it, love” you smiled, petting the pouting bottom’s head, “I’ll figure it out.”

Work progressed slowly. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of customers coming in today, so you were able to listen to a recorded lecture while folding denim. Every moment of your free time was dedicated to studying, you couldn’t afford to fall behind. Was it tiring? Sure, but sometimes the end justifies the means.

Take Blossom, your beautiful baby girl, for example. Being pregnant at 19, in Japan wasn’t easy. Especially, when you’re black and your parent’s disowned you. On top of that you lost your child’s father and best friends. It was hard being alone, but you got by. Moved to Tokyo, found a job, moved into a small apartment, and started taking online classes. Now, you’re two semesters away from your degree, and you’ve gained a new best friend to replace the two that you’d lost.

Blossom was an amazingly gifted three-year-old, no doubt like her father. Super intelligent, oddly perceptive, and incredibly understanding for a toddler. She understood mommy’s situation and she rarely put up a fuss when you couldn’t do something. Always, on her best behavior, well most of the time. She was a mischievous little thing, always finding herself in the middle of something but never backing down. Again, like her father.

You missed him, both of them actually. How could you not when their faces were plastered on billboards and tv screens as some of Japan’s hottest up and coming heroes? Honestly, you didn’t even need to see advertisements to be reminded of them. Blossom was literally his twin, just with curlier hair and darker skin. The resemblance was uncanny.

Sometimes you wonder how things would have gone if you’d handled it differently, but it was best for everyone involved for you to go off on your own. They had big dreams; been trying to accomplish this goal their entire lives. Plus, they had become a couple. Why cause a problem if you didn’t have to? You weren’t resentful, though. On the contrary, you were extremely proud of your former friends. Smiling proudly whenever you’d see their faces on hero news; you even had a scrapbook outlined of all their victories and interviews. You’d show it to Blossom when she got older.

The conversation hadn’t really come up yet. When she asked why her daddy never came to play, you told her that he was busy keeping all of Japan safe. She wanted to know who he was, but you told her that you needed to keep his identity a secret, so the villains wouldn’t find out. The child had been obsessed with heroes ever since, and oddly enough they were her favorites.

Time was passing quickly, and you still didn’t know what you were going to do about Blossom. Your friend, Nani, wasn’t available because she was “going out with her man”. She had started dating this retired pro hero and she was sprung. Sis was open like a can of pig’s feet. You were glad for her, get your bag sis. This is your life and your daughter, it wouldn’t be fair to burden other people with your issues.

With a sigh, you texted your manager and let him know that you’d be bringing Blossom in with you tonight. It was the closing shift, in a developing area downtown, so there wouldn’t be many customers. He was a sweet old man and didn’t mind at all, you’d done it a couple times before. Plus, Blossom was always on her best behavior and stayed hidden in the back. So, what could possibly go wrong?

**♡**

“I’m fuckin’ exhausted” Katsuki sighed, plopping down on a leather couch in the waiting room of their new agency. Todoroki, Kirishima, and Izuku were all stretched out in similar positions. Muscles strained and bones aching from hero work and moving furniture. Katsuki insisted on doing everything themselves because, “you can’t trust no fuckin’ extras to do shit right!”. It was hard work, but it paid off. Now, they were all resting in the beautifully decorated lobby of their joined agency. They worked well together in high school and during their time as sidekicks at the Endeavor agency; so, it made sense for them to start their career off as a team.

Normally, it would’ve been hard for heroes as young as them to branch off on their own. But, with their awesome quirks, and Endeavor’s credit card, they’d been given a head start. It was really impressive; they were only 24 but they’d made it into the Top 20 hero chart. Katsuki was number 10, with Izuku, Todoroki, and Kirishima taking 11-13 respectively.

“Same, man. Today was brutal.” Kirishima added, “I can’t wait to get home.”

“We should all probably head out. I have a date” Shoto replied, never looking up from his phone. Katsuki scoffed, “Probably shouldn’t consider BJ’s from thirsty IG models in the backseat of your Jag a date.” The dual haired man glanced up with a frown, “I shouldn’t?” he looked confused, making the others chuckle. “Todoroki-kun, if that was the case then you’d be dating half of Japan.” Izuku says, and the others nod in agreement. “You’re a fucking slut, Icy-Thot”.

If Shoto was concerned about this new development it didn’t last long because when he answered a facetime call with three chocolate baddies, he was shrugging on his jacket and heading out the door. Kirishima followed closely behind, because if we’re being honest, he’s a bit of a whore too.

“Wow” Izuku deadpanned, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know why you’re still shocked, hell if we weren’t dating, you’d probably be going with ‘em”, Katsuki smirked. They all had a reputation with the ladies back in the day. There were plenty of girls that they fucked back at UA, but they just got the dick. Only one girl had their heart. The same girl that disappeared without a trace. (Y/N)’s sudden departure was devastating.

She’d missed graduation and ceased all methods of communication. Even her social media profiles were taken down. They’d learn a few weeks later that she’d given up her dream of becoming a rescue hero to return to the states for college. Her parents sounded bitter and upset when they shared the news with the duo. The father eyed them suspiciously the whole time. They never paid attention to it, too distraught over their lost love. They’d had flings with different girls since then, but nothing seemed to stick. Just a fun way to blow off some steam. No one could compare to (Y/N) (L/N).

Izuku shrugged off the comment and yawned, “I’m tired but I want something to eat” “You can eat my di-“ “Kacchan, please !” Izuku groaned, shaking his head but not stopping the smile that was spreading on his face. He loved his flirty, aggressive, and wildly inappropriate boyfriend. “It’s a place that I went to around the corner for breakfast last week. They don’t close until late. Wanna go?” Katsuki nodded and followed his boyfriend out into the cold night air.

**♡**

Hand in hand, the heroes walked along the sidewalk. Silently enjoying eachother’s company as the made their way to the café. Always the gentleman, Izuku held the door open for Katsuki who scoffed as he brushed past him. The pleasant warmth of the café tickled his cheeks, and the smell of food filled the air.

“Just a minute!”.

Katsuki froze, the voice sounded so familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew that he recognized it from somewhere. Izuku shuffled in behind him, huddling close to steal some warmth. “Smells good” Katsuki didn’t respond, eyes locked on the double door. He just couldn’t shake this feeling.

“Sorry about that!” You breathed, smoothing your apron down as you burst through the door. Blossom had made a mess with the cupcakes, and you were helping her clean up. You didn’t even look up, body so tired that you were on autopilot. “What can I ge-

“What the fuck?”

Your eyes widened and back straightened, it couldn’t be? Too afraid to look up, you stayed locked in place.

“(Y/N)?” It broke your heart. You’d never heard your name said with such emotion. The slight tremor in his voice made your chest tighten, and you found yourself on the verge of hyperventilating.

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” you flinched, finally looking up and wishing you’d braced yourself because the intensity of their gazes almost knocked you off your feet.

Why here? Why now? Oh my god, I look like shit you thought, fidgeting with the strings of your apron, and chewing your lip. “Yes?” your voice was soft, too soft. It pissed them off. “That’s all you’re gonna say?” Katsuki snapped, clenching his fists to contain the explosions that were threatening to pop off. Izuku wasn’t much better, left eye twitching and unreadable expression on his face. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to fight or cry. Knowing him it’s probably both. “Bakugo, please keep your voice down.” Your voice was a lot more confident than you felt.

“Bakugo?” he spat, deeply offended that you’d address him in that manner, “Since when am I Bakugo?”

“I-

“What happened (Y/N)?” Izuku interrupted, “Have you been in Japan this whole time?” Swallowing thickly, you nodded yes and both men groaned. “I don’t know whether to hug you or choke you.” The conflicting emotions were apparent in his stormy gaze. Both, men seemed upset, but they were also sad. Really sad. “Why did you leave us?” Katsuki says, it was almost a whimper. Tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall, but he blinked them back.

“i-I can explain”.

Suddenly, the double doors swung open and out ran Blossom holding a little pink cupcake.

“Mommy, Mommy! Look!” The two heroes whipped their heads around in the direction of the small voice. Katsuki looked as if he’d been punched in the gut and Izuku’s mouth kept opening and closing. “M-mommy?” His voice caught the little girl’s attention, and her eyes widened when she saw the two heroes.

“Mama! He’s from the tv! Look Mr. TV man, I’m just like you!” She held the cupcake up and it exploded splattering icing all over them. The two of them stared at you slack jawed and you laughed awkwardly.

“Heh, it’s a girl !”

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kanerallels · 2 years ago

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Jacen & Ezra!!!

Thanks for the ask!! Unfortunately this will now result in feels. I've had this Jacen and Ezra idea rotating in my mind for AGES now, so here's a little bit of it. Sorry for the angst, I promise I'll post a more cheerful one later

Taglist which I totally forgot for the first two: @accidental-spice @firefoxtessa @laughingphoenixleader @day-to-day-thots @heckin-music-dork @opalknight

“I thought I might find you up here,” Ezra said, crossing the roof of the Ghost to where Jacen was sitting on the edge, facing away from him. He didn’t look up as Ezra settled next to him.

For a moment, Ezra didn’t speak, pondering how to phrase his next words. Jacen spoke before he could, though.

“I’m sorry I ran off,” he said in a low voice.

“It’s okay,” Ezra said. “Believe it or not, I’ve been there. Sometimes training sessions can be… hard.” He paused, then said, “About what you said, about us wishing you were Kanan—”

“I’m sorry,” Jacen mumbled, still not looking up. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” Ezra said. “Just… let me tell you what I think, and I promise I’ll listen, too. Deal?”

Finally Jacen looked up, meeting his gaze. “Deal,” he said.

“Okay. We don’t want you to be Kanan, Jacen. I’m so sorry if it ever seemed that way. If I’m being honest…” Ezra let out a rueful sigh. “I think I wish that I was Kanan. He was such a good master, and I can’t be him for you, not the way I should be able. Not the way you really need.”

“You don’t know that,” Jacen pointed out.

“I do, though,” Ezra said. “I’m not him— and I need to stop holding myself up against him. We both do.” He looked over at his apprentice. “Okay, your turn. Was it really about your dad, or…?”

“It was, and it wasn’t,” Jacen admitted, his shoulders hunching defensively. “I… I want him to be proud of me. If he can even see me any more. And… Ezra, I’m not a Jedi. Not a normal one, the way he was. I can’t do so much of the stuff we’ve tried, and I’m afraid of disappointing him, and you and Mom, and everyone, really.”

Feeling a wince cross his face, Ezra said, “I’m sorry, kid. We never wanted you to feel this much pressure.”

“You probably shouldn’t feel so much, either.”

Ezra let out a laugh that almost surprised him. “Point taken. Clearly your mom’s smarts have rubbed off. In that case… let’s both do our best, to not put so much pressure on ourselves.”

Nodding, Jacen said, “I’ll try. But… what about training?”

Leaning back on the heels of his hands, Ezra shrugged. “Well, you said you’re not a normal Jedi. The thing is, neither am I. I have a feeling that together, we’ll be able to figure this out. If you’re willing to trust me.”

“I am,” Jacen said, a small smile crossing his face. “Master Bridger.”

“Okay rule number one— please don’t call me that.”“Well now I’m definitely gonna call you that,” Jacen joked, and Ezra sighed in mock exasperation. Guess I know how Kanan felt now, he thought with a small grin.

#thanks for the ask!!#jacen syndulla #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #post swr #star wars rebels #swr #angst #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

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thejustmaiden · 3 years ago

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So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

#anti yashahime #anti sessrin #sesshomaru is rin's dad #papamaru #hogosha 💖#the sequel may not be canon but sunrise can still burn in hell

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dourpeep · 4 years ago

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OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

#anon asks #no primogems anon #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #college au #polycule #polyamory #meet cute #xiao #kazuha #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact fics #genshin impact

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justastrugglinghotchocolate · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4 of the role swap fic

CW: Period-typical homophobia

Btw there was a double post, so make sure you read chapter 3 first!

Over the next few weeks, the American came by at least once a day. Since his Godfather demanded his presence at the parties of the English high society so visits either lasted hours or a few minutes.

When he was there, regardless of how long, he always brought some form of food or ingredients he'd need for the next time he planned to cook for Basil. He even brought accursed coffee grounds, for when Basil had to keep his end of their deal. The painter was sure to make his disgust evident that afternoon.

The day after he had missed meeting Henry, Basil sent the man a letter, apologizing and promising to meet next time. He had initially doubted the man would read it, but then received a letter back. The lord invited Basil to join him for tea later in the week. Basil had declined and offered to meet sometime later. Roland had already asked if the artist would join him for a walk on that particular day.

They got along well. Two outcasts, looking out for another as much as they were allowed to. Basil had never had a friend nearly as strange as Roland, the American claimed he never knew someone with such dry humor.

The matter of why the artist was held in such contempt by society was never brought up, despite Roland's clear interest. It seemed that he'd only accept the story from Basil himself, though he relayed that many in the upper class were dying to tell him. He would avoid them the moment they warned against associating with the artist.

“You aren't worried that so many advise against my companionship?” the painter had asked him once. They were in the kitchen, Roland insisted on making a stew he used to make often in Chicago. He had to use the closest vegetable equivalents, minus the 'squash'—not that Basil knew what that was besides a childhood game.

“Are you going to use that knife to kill me?” Roland smiled playfully at the artist's appalled look, “See, you would have done it, if you were dangerous.”

“It—that's not,” Basil shook his head, “You are so very strange. I worry you might get yourself in trouble.”

“I'm American, that's what we do. Hand me the…the…uh…?”

“The leek?”

“If it's the celery lookalike, then yes.”

“I have no idea what that is,” Basil handed him the leek.

“Thank you.”

Indeed, they got along well.

When they weren't cooking, they were usually out on walks. Roland was curious about the rest of London, the sides he never saw when his Godfather forced him to attend parties. Basil figured that if he wasn't going to ever draw the man, the least he could do was show him the city. During their walks Roland constantly asked questions, wanting to know everything about the city. The American focused on every word the artist said as if it were the gospel.

During one of their walks, Roland had asked if they could visit a small, seemingly hidden jewelry store they passed by.

“Are you looking to buy a ring?” the artist asked.

“No, I just want to see what's here,” the American opened the door for the other man, “Tell me if you want anything, I'll buy it for you.”

“You don't have to.”

“I want to.”

The American always offered to pay for whatever Basil seemed to want. Every time, Basil refused. Even though Roland said he wouldn't owe him anything, the artist feared he might bother the man. He didn't want to lose another person so soon.

The shop was quaint, most of its wares were displayed in the open. Assumedly, the most expensive gems and jewelry sat behind the counter, where a very wary shopkeeper eyed Basil. The artist stopped. He quickly realized he was not welcome here, but his attempt to leave was inadvertently stopped by Roland, who bumped into the other man.

“Is something wrong?” the American saw the clerk and waved to him, “Are you closed?”

“No.”

“Then we'll have a look around.”

Before Basil could even turn to object, the American interlocked their arms and cheerfully brought him around the shop. He pointed out the different gems and spoke about the histories and their importance. All the while, Basil felt the shopkeeper's eyes on him.

His eyes fell upon a gold brooch shaped like an azalea flower with a blue topaz set inside. It reminded him of Dorian, and he wondered if the young man might want it as a gift if he returned from France.

“Do you want that one?” Roland asked.

“I do, but I can't ask you to pay for it,” Basil sighed, “Besides, I was only planning to give it to someone else.”

“Well now I have to get it for you,” the young man chuckled, “If I buy it and give it to you, you can give it to your ‘someone else’, and then they can give it to someone else and so forth. It'll be wonderful, hundreds of years from now, it might just have traveled all over the world!”

Basil smiled, then watched in surprise and concern as Roland marched toward the shopkeeper. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Roland was already asking for the price.

“We don't sell to people like him,” The shopkeeper growled. He sneered at Basil, “Spreading your filth to the youth too? You damned devil.”

The artist paled. He looked to Roland, fearing that he would ask for an explanation. Would the American turn away from him? Be angry because Basil hadn't told him, or worse, disgusted?

The American shrugged, “Alright, then sell it to me.”

The man glared, “We don't sell to the likes of you either.”

Basil expected Roland to react angrily, not with genuine shock.

“You would deny yourself business because you dislike us?”

The clerk did not answer.

Roland narrowed his eyes. The room seemed colder. After a few seconds, he absently remarked, “How pathetic.”

He kicked the leg of a small display table, knocking all of the jewelry off. They clanged as they hit the ground and the clerk scrambled to pick them up. He turned and grabbed Basil's hand, “Let's leave, then.”

“You're disgusting!” the shopkeeper called after them, “You're a horrible plague on our country!”

As the pair walked out the man shouted out an obscenity specified to Basil. Before the door closed, he screamed, “They should have hanged you, you filth!”

Basil looked at Roland who remained completely unfazed, opening the door and leading him out as if nothing had happened at all. He released Basil's hand once they walked outside. The artist lagged behind him as they walked, stricken and dazed with worry and fear of what might befall the young man.

“Roland,” the artist called once he felt he could speak again.

“Yes, Basil?” the American slowed to the artist's pace so that he could see him as they talked.

“What you did inside that shop—”

“Admittedly, that was not one of my better moments. You don't need to lecture me about what I did, I knew it was wrong.”

“But, why—?”

“Because he was being a complete fool. Not to mention rude,” Roland looked ahead at the road in front of them. His eyes were hard and cold, his voice lowered, “Striking at the table was childish, I should've done more.”

“He might prosecute you,” Basil urged.

“He won't get far. Edwards will pay off anything that threatens his name, besides he has no evidence and I hardly committed a crime. For all the police know, I simply tripped and knocked into the table.”

He stopped to face Basil, “If he comes for you, tell me. I won't let him do anything to you.”

A silence fell upon the pair. Basil replayed the moment in his head, comparing the Roland in the shop to the one next to him now. He had noticed something shift in the man's demeanor between here and then—something he couldn't figure out.

“Why did he call you that?” Roland asked softly, breaking Basil's train of thought. The artist froze and watch in muted terror and the American turned to look at him. They stood still and a gentle breeze passed through. Basil wished he could sink into the ground.

Roland gently continued, “That's not just a random insult is it? It's only used for...”

His eyes widened as a realization dawned on him. He stared at Basil in silence. The painter shivered, awaiting judgment.

“It's cold, isn't it?” Roland smiled, like nothing at all had occurred, “The winters must be terrible. I don't know if I shall survive. Come on, Basil, let's go back to your home.”

Basil numbly followed, confusion defining his every thought. Roland wasn't stupid, he must have figured it out, but then why was he pretending not to know? Was it a ploy? Was he going to spend this last day with Basil and then never speak to him again? He didn't hear anything else Roland might have said, too caught up with his incoherent fearful thoughts.

Eventually they were inside of his estate. He looked at Roland, expecting to see disgust. But the American seemed to be the same as always; smiling and talking as he always did. He caught on to Basil's silence.

“What's wrong?”

“I—I would have told you,” the artist stammered. He looked down at his hands, “I was going to, but I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I thought you'd think less of me.”

“Basil,” Roland called. The artist looked up to see the man's impassive face, “Catch.”

He tossed a small object which the painter barely caught. He stared in shock as Roland began walking towards the door.

“I'll be back tomorrow,” he said, “If I don't leave now, Edwards will tell his servants to deny me at the door. I will see you tomorrow, though.”

“Roland,” Basil looked up from the topaz brooch the American had given him, “This is—you, you stole this.”

“Yes, but the bigger crime was his refusal to sell it to us,” the young man looked at the artist, “You can give it back to him or I can drop off the payment tomorrow. Whichever you want more, but I truly believe it's better off with you. Don't wear it outside for the next few days, though.”

“What we talked about earlier—”

“Tell me, tomorrow, if you want. But don't tell me anything now. It's been quite an eventful day, you might say more than you mean or need to.”

Basil watched as Roland walked to the door. Quietly he asked, “Why haven't you turned me away? How can you treat me so kindly after knowing what I am?”

“Basil, my friend, until you tell me, I know nothing at all,” the American grinned, “Tomorrow, tell me tomorrow.”

He closed the door behind him. Basil suddenly felt exhausted. He stumbled up the stairs and away to his room. It was too early to sleep, but too late to do much of anything else. He sat beside his bed on the floor, staring into space. In his hand he held the brooch.

He could give it back. That entailed being yelled at, getting dirty looks thrown at him, and possibly violence considering how volatile the shopkeeper had been.

He could have Roland return and pay for it. Then his young friend would be admitting to the crime and would be in legal trouble. Perhaps he could ask Henry to—no, the painter knew that Roland and Henry spending any more time together than necessary would lead to a house fire. They were simply too different and Henry had made his distaste clear enough already.

His eyes landed on the music box sitting on the desk above. He brought it down to the floor with him and opened it. There was just enough space under the glass orchids that he could fit the brooch under it. Surprisingly, the blue glint only made the display better, tinting the flowers every so slightly. Through the white orchid, the blue was the same shade as Dorian's eyes. A quick wind of the box showed that the display still spun normally.

He got up from the floor and returned to the sketch he had begun of the young man all those weeks ago. He sighed when he saw it. Like all the other sketches he had done since his former muse began his music career, it was wrong. He never knew what was wrong exactly, but it always was.

He absently tried again, sketching the profile, but a bitter, long held frustration began coating his movements. Dorian's kind eyes simply would not translate to the page, the hair wouldn't retain the same lively bounces the real man's curls did. Basil gave up mid way, resigning to moving in vague motions that resembled drawing.

He was so very exhausted from feeling that familiar flash of irrational resentment. It, like everything unpleasant in his life today, stemmed from that night. That horrible night that he only remembered in flashes of anger, hurt, passion, and fear. It was all a messy painting, still wet, dripping, and coloring the rest of his life miserable. Now it leaked into the tentative friendship between him and Roland.

Basil later realized as he put away the sketch that it bore a striking resemblance to Roland.

First/Previous/Next

Heads up, next chapter is going to take a little longer, got some life stuff happening!

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#the picture of dorian gray #tpodg #basil hallward #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #role swap au #alternate universe

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bridgyrose · 3 years ago

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Alright, time for the post that no one asked for! Which ship had more development between Bmblby and Blacksun!

Gonna preface a few things first: I dont particularly ship either ship, so I'm going to do this with as little bias as possible.

This is only over the first 3 volumes, so anything after the fall of Beacon isnt taken into consideration right now.

And the rules are as follows:

First, winking will not be considered. Since people keep saying a wink isnt inherently confirming of a relationship, I'll ignore any winks and judge the scenes based on the content.

Second, scenes will be judged by whether or not you could replace any character and still get the same effect. (the more you can replace, the better in my opinion)

And lastly, since I keep seeing this coming up as well, the only evidence I will consider for absolute confirmation is of any sort of kiss in the first 3 volumes. Although, its going to feel a bit rushed and out of nowhere since the first 3 volumes takes place over 4-6 months at best.

Without further ado... everything will be under the cut.

Starting with Vol 1, after re-watching, there really wasn't any build up to either ship. Which, doesnt surprise me considering that Sun doesnt show up until the end of Vol 1 and the entirety of that volume is centered around introducing the characters, the world in which they live, and just general ideas on what it's like being a huntsman academy. But there are still a few scenes to note in vol 1:

Initiation: Its a quick blur, but you can see Blake rush across the screen once we see Yang walking through the forest. At that point, its safe to assume that Blake had already made her choice on who she wanted, which is further implemented with Blake helping Yang out with an Ursa.

Its safe to assume that between talking with Ruby the night before and seeing hearing how what she thought of Yang didn't quite match her thoughts.

Our next scene comes to Sun and his infamous "slow-mo wink introduction." As per the rules, I'm ignoring the wink and going straight off the content of the scene itself. Which, doesnt leave much. We know he pinpoints Blake as a faunus very quickly and he has some sort of infatuation with her, but the scene alone doesnt give us much.

However, that one does lead into the end of the Vol: Blake runs off from her friends and takes her bow off to finally show us her ears. At which point, Sun comments that he knew she'd look better without it. So that already shows that 1) Sun definitely pinpointed Blake being a faunus early on, and 2) he wanted to talk to her and this provided the right opportunity. Or... so he thought. Especially since the next scene opens up with him half complaining that they've spent 2 days together and all she's done is make small talk.

Which is all pretty on par for Blake. She then spends the next bit talking about her past, how she was pretty much born into the White Fang, stayed with it after it went from peaceful protests to more anger filled, until leaving Adam just a few months ago. After all of this, Sun asks if she's told her friends, to which we can assume she answers no to, you know, since she ran. Overall, it ends up leading Sun into going a bit gung-ho about helping Blake with the White fang.

Overall, Vol 1 did well to start putting together dynamics between Blake and her friends. Sun and Yang both make different impressions on Blake, both of which she ends up seeing as friends... for now.

Vol 2, is a bit of a strange one. Our first introduction to Beacon is Sun basically telling Neptune how cool team RWBY is, emphasizing a bit on Blake. Which does end up bringing us to the meat of the first half of vol 2: Blake worrying over the White Fang. Now, because of this, we dont see any build up between Blake and Sun or Blake and Yang while they go around town to figure out what the White Fang and Torchwick are up to. Sun makes a good point that Blake shouldnt go to the rally alone, and the two pair off while Yang goes to the club with Neptune.

Once the dance arc comes along, that's where things take an interesting turn. Sun immediately asks a sleep deprived Blake to the dance, in probably the most awkward way since he's trying to say the dance is lame, but would be less lame if the two of them went together.

Sun definitely cares about Blake and actively tried to help her calm down a bit. Which, ultimately, she never says no, just that she doesnt have time for a dance. So, I give this one a +1 in points for build up.

Then, we get to the burning the candle speech. Which, a lot of people seem to write off as either pointless or not build up. Personally, it gets a +1 in points on build up for me on this. First, Yang is absolutely worried about her partner, seeing her go down the same path she did when she was much younger. She immediately starts by telling Blake that she doesnt want her to stop, just to slow down and take a breather. And she ultimately makes a strong point: slowing down isnt a luxury, its a necessity.

This also end s up being the first time we see Yang open up and drop the party girl demeanor that she's had. She talks about her mother, someone that she doesnt talk to many people about, and just how much it hurt her to find out that Raven left shortly after she was born.

After an emotionally charged discussion, we finally see the point that Yang had been trying to get Blake to see:

And it finally does work. Blake slows down, takes a rest, and ultimately enjoys herself at the dance. Which, in her own words, she technically goes with Sun.

Overall, the dance arc in general gives great build up to both ships. Which ultimately is the end for the Black Sun build up.

Bmblby doesnt get much more build up in vol 2, the only other notable scene being the campfire where Yang, Blake, and Weiss start opening up a bit more to each other to figure out why each of them are becoming huntresses. Which absolutely gives a bit more foundation to the friendships they have.

Vol 3 ends up having most of the build up between Blake and Yang. The first major scene being after Yang was disqualified for breaking Mercury's leg. When Yang finally asked her team if they trust her, Blake is the only one who doesnt immediately say yes, instead, saying she wants to. Leading us to this face from Yang:

(yes, I know, captions are a bit off, deal with it.)

But Yang ends up being distressed by her own partner saying that she wants to trust, but doesnt yet. Blake ultimately ends up opening up about Adam, telling us how she used to trust him... until accidents started piling up. Eventually, she looks at Yang and asks her to look her in the eye and tell her she didnt do anything wrong. When Yang does, Blake allows herself to trust Yang.

Which then brings us to the biggest piece of buildup between the two: Adam. When Adam shows up, he starts using words like "my darling", hammering in that at one point, the two had something going on. He decides immediately he wants to hurt Blake just like she hurt him by leaving. But what really hammers in Blake's feelings for Yang, is the fear she had on her face when she heard Yang's voice not so far away... and right where Adam can hear her. It doesnt take long for Adam to look down at Blake, notice the fear, and then look in the direction of Yang, ultimately stating that he'll destroy everything Blake loves, starting with her.

Now, I know a lot of people will dismiss that as "it could've been anyone. If Sun had shown up, it would've been the same." And honestly, yes, it would've. This moment here is what solidifies who Blake ultimately cares about. Had it been Sun to come around, no doubt she'd show the same fear. But it wasnt him. Instead, it was Yang, who immediately found Weiss and asked where Blake had gone. And we further see her feelings for Yang cemented by the way she blames herself that Yang got hurt. The way she stays close, gently reaches for Yang's hand, the emotion of the entire scene after they get to safety.

Sun does ultimately care about Blake, and helps out where he can, but at least in vol 3, he had his own priorities of making sure everyone could make it to safety.

TL;DR: Both ships had a bit of build up in vol 2 and 3, although, the build up that Bmblby had outweighs the buildup that Blacksun has. Blake definitely had feelings for both, but ultimately, it took until Adam was a threat for her to realize the feelings that she had for Yang, and even then, she still wasnt entirely sure what they were until later in the series. At this point, the only reason anyone can say that Bmblby has little build up is due to either a higher bar for f/f ships (because, lets face it, everyone takes the wink from vol 1 as absolute confirmation for blacksun because its m/f) or they continue to deny that sometimes, there are multiple ways to show buildup between two people for a relationship and the slowburn route usually takes an emotional route over a physical route. And look, Blake has two hands. Take that as you will.

#rwby #rwby analysis #the post no one asked for #blacksun #rwby bmblb #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #sun wukong

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