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[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

You can't just leave me like that😭 I need to know razor's lore PLEASE

Ugh fiiiine since you're asking i GUESS i will talk about the oc lore 🙄🙄🙄 (silly)

So we all know the hit show lego nexo knights if you don't honestly skill issue have you been living under a rock or something lololol imagine

Well in nexo knights there's a knights school shocker i know a school of knights?? What a novel idea

It the start of the extensive oc plot that me n a few friends have been making up as we go razor n their friends are in the knights academy

However plot twist razor is a actually a MONSTER!!! can you believe that a monster in the killing monsters 101 place that's crazy

Since razor is a basilisk they can disguise themself so no one can tell they're a monster well no one but the besties

Their friendgroup are @/merloksdigitaltoes ocs cherry🐍 sage🐦 n trace🐐 and @/stellarwaffles oc talya☀️ + a surprise addition that will join later🦈 wink wink we call them the chimera pride :)

Anyways academy arc doesn't really have much plot it's just the characters getting introduced to each other n hanging out

Sage adopted trace as his friend while cherry adopted razor meanwhile cherry n trace were beefing but dw they make up all 4 of them are friends now yippee 👍talya joins the academy later in the years n joins the friendgroup cause gaydar for monsters

Apocalypse arc is based on the sadly cancelled s5 where the gang are basically trying to not die

Talya gets infected big L just don't get infected loser trace dies but then comes back then dies again skill issue n the other three are just going thru it™️

At the end of the arc razor graduates but not the rest of the friendgroup cause um have you considered being older?? Idiots 🙄

Fish arc is the MAIN main arc we think about that lore needs like 10 pages on it's own

This takes place like a year or 2 after the last arc when the group all graduated a lot of ppl are going missing in the peaceful seaside town of forgetavile n as their first group mission the gang are tasked w figuring out what's going on n fix the issue

Turns out fish ppl have been kidnapping the ppl of forgetavile 😱😱 the knights try to do something but thise fishes are smart dealing with them is no easy and oh no this glowy mean fish lady put a curse on cherry wtf

So they're all staying at forgetavile trying to stop more ppl from going missing until they deal with the fish pp also they find this weird fish twink washed up on shore? He's talking a lot of nonsense about a place called totallynotatlantis and this loser named agniss? Idk he looks gay

Maybe some day I'll post all the fish arc drawings i never posted it'll take days to post all of them lol

Last arc in the timeline is cayne/mimic arc this one involves another grouo of ocs

So remember how razor is a basilisk? Ok hear me out what if there was another basilisk n HEAR ME OUT!! What if he was EVIL

This evil basilisk is named cayne explaining the name of the arc n he was actually annoying the other oc group before the gang got intangled with the plot

The other group minus one are still in the academy so when they found this loser trying to commit identity fraud they asked the older moe experienced group to help (they will later regret this decision)

We don't have a clear story w this one it's just cayne going around committing identity fraud all over the room also sage n that fish twink are missing from that arc i bet they're kissing i hate those homosexuals

I gotta stop talking now the ops are onto me i got too mentally ill

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet-Cute - Kid's Story - 1

Source for pic

Imperfect 1

Word Count: 3591

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Angry!Kid; Hurt!Kid; Sexual Tension; Teasing; Flirting; Mature Audiences (I'll always tag the NSFW chapters); Modern Day AU; Heavy Angst With Happy Ending; Banter; Miscommunication; Dealing With Trauma; Living With Trauma; PTSD; Overprotective!Shanks; BestFriend!Killer; Feelings Realisation; Denial of Feelings; Uncorresponded Feelings; Survivor's Guilt; Self-Loathing; Mentions of Death; Alcohol Abuse; Hurt; Violence; Discovering of Emotional Vulnerability;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Special Warning 2: I advise reading the introductory chapters first, as they give a sense of the story, introduce characters and locations and, this chapter starts off immediately after the Sanji chapter. Your first interaction with Kid is in those chapters! If you don't want to read the other characters, I recommend reading, at least, Kid's Chapter since it's the first interaction!

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. Then there's Kid, the gruff, hot-headed mechanic, who gets under your skin in more ways than one. The chemistry between you is undeniable and you can't keep your hands to yourselves. Until he starts to push you away. Each time you think he's let you in, he just shoves you further, it's such a maddening, dizzying push and pull that you don't know how much more your heart can take before it crumbles.

Notes: Okay, ready for this crazy ride? I think this story will be the longest of the bunch, so far. But it's one I'm dying to share. As per usual, I hope to post one chapter per week (I'm sorry in advance if that goal isn't met). And, as per usual again, please enjoy the first angst-free chapters before the proverbial 💩 hits the fan!

Here's a Spotify Playlist I created for this story if you want to check it out!

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You knew your car was unreliable, your dad told you so, and you had witnessed it firsthand, but damn it, why did the thing have to die on you when you were alone in the middle of nowhere? 

After lunch with the girls, you decided to drive your piece-of-crap car to the beach to unwind a little. Your conversation with Sanji had brought up memories of Ichiji, your ex-fiancé, that you had not wanted to revisit. The beach seemed like the perfect place to relax.

And it was. 

Until it was time for you to leave, when the stupid car suddenly sputtered, coughed, and began spewing fumes through the hood. 

“Stupid piece of shit,” you mutter under your breath while kicking the front tire. Opening the hood makes you grimace as you’re assaulted by smoke, which promptly spurs a coughing fit. With a heavy sigh and a slight sag of your shoulders, you resign yourself to your fate, leaning against the car and watching the sun dip lower on the horizon as you fish out your phone. 

There’s no use calling Shanks. Your dad said he and Beckman were watching the game, which means that both men are probably well into their beers, and you don’t want your dad to risk his life by driving the truck tipsy, so you do a quick internet search for a mechanic in town. 

There’s only one: ‘The Damned Punk Garage’

“What the hell…?” What kind of name for a mechanic’s shop is that? With an exasperated breath, you rely on the four-star rating and ignore the comments about the owner being a hothead, praying for someone reliable and not someone who’ll take advantage of you - this is a small town with practically zero crime rate, after all - and dial the number.

“‘Sup?” Really? The voice is rough and gruff on the other end, but somewhat familiar, though you can’t quite place it.

“Erm… hi? My car broke down near the beach, I’m stranded. Is there any way you can come and fix it, or tow it, or something?” You roll your eyes and smack your forehead. Why does it sound like you’re asking for a favour? You’re going to pay for the service, dumbass.

“Aye, send me yer location.” 

Wait… this accent is more than familiar.

“Kid?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Who’d ye expect?” he sighs on the other side of the line like he has something better to do, and you hear the clinking of tools over some loud rock music.

“I dunno! I’ve been away for years, smarty pants, how would I know that you own the only garage in town? I’m Shanks’ daughter.” You tell him your name with another exasperated roll of your eyes.

“Sparkles?” Suddenly, his voice sounds lighter, a hint of mischief in his tone, which pulls a light smirk from your lips as well. “I’ll be damned. Ye need me already? Missed me that much?” He chuckles, and so do you.

“Guess I do. Up to the task, big man? Or are you all talk and no action?”

He barks a laugh on the other end of the line, and you hear the roaring of an engine in the background. “I’m always up to the task, City Girl. But I’ll let ye find that out yerself.” He pulls away from the phone as his words sound further away. “Hey, Kill. Ready up the tow, we got a job to do.” 

Kill?

Then his voice sounds closer again. “Send me yer location, then, we’ll be right there to fix yer shitty car in time for supper.”

-*- 

It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching in the distance. You barely take notice because Kid talked about a tow truck, so it must be someone who came to the beach just in time to catch the sunset. 

But when the red-and-black Harley comes to a full stop next to you, you turn, brow raised. It is Kid. He drops the kickstand, steadying the bike as he dismounts in a move that’s way sexier than it should be, before removing his helmet, a huge grin already plastered on his lips. 

You can’t stop a smile from curving your lips at the sight of him. His cocky attitude rubbing off on you in all the right ways. 

“Ye did miss me.” Tilting his head to the side while running his fingers through his unkempt hair, he gives you a once-over, his brow raising in appreciation, and you bite your lower lip at the attention. “Lookin’ good there, Sparkles.”

You pull away from the car and cross your arms, fighting a shiver since the weather has turned nippy now that the sun has just set. “You’re quite conceited, aren’t you?”

Kid places his helmet on the handlebar of the bike and removes his leather jacket, not missing the way your eyes linger on his exposed biceps because he’s only wearing a greased-up grey tank top. You raise your brow as you notice that this time he has a metal prosthetic arm on - he didn’t have it when you met him at the farm. “Maybe. But yer still oglin’ me, so I think I have a right to be.” His grin deepens. 

You feel your cheeks burn as you clear your throat and look away, choosing to point at the car’s open hood instead. “Shitty car’s dead. Can you fix it or not?”

Kid stares at you with that impossibly cocky grin for a few more moments before reaching under his bike seat and grabbing a tool belt. 

“‘Course I can fix it, City Girl. It’s what I do.” Then he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, not even stopping to acknowledge the gesture. “Hold this, will ya?” he says nonchalantly, but you’re pretty sure he did it because he saw you shiver. 

After a few moments of fidgeting with the engine, curses spewing from his lips like a second language, he grunts. “Shit’s really dead. I need parts. Gonna take it to the shop and finish up there, okay?”

You tilt your head to the side, your arms hugging your body, though now that you’ve slipped on his jacket you feel warmer. In more ways than one, because it smells so much like him that you swear you’re becoming intoxicated.

“Weren’t you going to bring the tow?”

As if on cue, you hear a truck approach and stop next to you. A tall man with a blonde mane descends from the steps, the lower half of his face is hidden behind a skull-patterned black-and-white bandana, his eyes shadowed behind bangs. 

“Hey, Killer,” Kid says. “Meet Sparkles,” he adds while pointing at you with his thumb. “Sparkles, this is Killer, he works with me.”

You frown. “Nice to meet you, Killer. That’s not my name, though.” 

“Sorry, it’s City Girl,” Kid adds with a shit-eating grin before you can even say your name.

“It’s not!” You stamp your foot, much like an exasperated child, and Kid grins, rolling his wrench between two fingers while leaning against your car. Then you turn back to Killer and introduce yourself properly. 

“Nice to meet you too,” he answers. “I’m sorry if my friend has no manners, I don’t condone his behaviour at all.” Kid grumbles something at him, and Killer’s eyes wrinkle as he turns back to his friend, almost as if he’s grinning behind his mask. “I get what you meant the other day, man, I can see why you were so smitten.”

Your eyes widen as your mouth opens in shock. Kid leans away from the car, his hands balling into fists as he bares his teeth at Killer. “What the fuck, man?”

Killer raises his hands in mock defense, and his shoulders shake as if he’s containing a laugh. “Just stating facts, brother.”

Does this mean that Kid talked to him about you? You feel your cheeks flush with heat. You have to admit that there’s definitely an attraction between you two. Clearly, the banter and flirting come easily, the question is, is this a door you want to open? So soon after your breakup? Or is this exactly the time to open it and see what’s on the other side? Even if it’s just a fun ride?

“Shut up, asshole, and haul this piece of junk out of here. Needs new spark plugs, I’ll take care of it in the shop.” Kid’s still grumbling, his eyes not even meeting yours after the revelation, which clearly means that it’s true. 

Killer raises one of his brows, his head tilting like he’s suspicious. “Plugs? But we have–”

“In the shop, ‘k?” Kid nearly snarls, and Killer shuts up with a slight, barely audible chuckle. Then he starts to prepare the tow, readying the cable to latch it onto your car. 

You sigh, looking at your car, the banter and fun forgotten for a moment. “Well, crap.” You grab your phone, already thinking about calling Nami or Robin to come rescue you when Kid speaks. 

“Need a ride, Sparkles?” Your eyes leave your phone to look at your car, then at the tow, then back at Kid with a puzzled expression. Yes, maybe you can ride the tow truck back to the shop, it would certainly be closer to home. “Nuh-uh. There.” He uses two fingers to press against your cheek and move your head so you’re staring at his motorcycle, and your breath hitches. “Aye. That one.”

Biting your lower lip to try and suppress a grin, you nod softly. Riding on the back of a motorcycle with Kid? Hell yeah. Shit. Maybe you’ll be opening that door way sooner than you expected. “Sure.” You answer, not sure if you managed to hide your excitement, maybe not even caring if you didn’t. 

“Kill–”

“Yeah, yeah, meet you at the shop, got it.” You can almost perceive the amusement behind Killer’s words, even though you can’t see his lips to confirm if he’s smiling or not. 

You take your purse and keys from the car, handing the latter to Killer, and then approach the bike, looking at it both in awe and slight fear. Kid, never letting his smirk falter, grabs the helmet and hands it to you. “Ye can keep the jacket on, it gets cold.”

You nod and slip on the helmet. Your fingers search the underside for the straps, but as you struggle, Kid tuts and reaches, meaning to strap it on for you in a gesture that’s way more intimate than it should be. You look at him through the opening in the visor and his eyes dart to yours twice - as he fumbles with the strap - before he snaps it shut with a grunt. “Stop yer starin’.”

“I wasn’t!” You counter with a muffled voice.

“Ye were! Makin’ me fumble with this piece of shit while I– fuck. Got it!”

“Smooth, man,” Killer says as he passes both of you, moving to pull the car in with the winch.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kid grumbles and sits on the bike. “Come on, place yer foot on the peg and hop on.”

You do as he tells you, and once you're seated, you hesitate. Where should you put your hands? Around him? That's the obvious choice, but is it too intimate? 

Kid turns his face to look at you over his shoulder and reaches for your hands. “Grab on, I ain't gonna bite ye.” Though his cheeky grin tells you differently, and now you're glad the helmet is covering your flushing cheeks. He places your hands over his stomach and tells you to interlock your fingers and hold on tight. “Hang on, Sparkles, I drive fast.”

You barely have time to reply when he starts revving the engine. The powerful bike trembles and roars beneath you, and you instantly clench your thighs against Kid for support, holding your arms around him tighter. 

He barks a smug laugh, removes the kickstand, and starts to drive. The wind blows, rushing through you at an incredible speed, the bike roars and Kid drives it like he owns the road, like he has complete control of the machine beneath him and the winding asphalt beneath the wheels. 

It makes your breath hitch and your stomach tighten up. Astonishingly, not from the speed, but from the fact that this cockiness, this assuredness of his, is infuriating. 

And frankly, hot as hell. 

The road stretches ahead without any curves, and he tests both the bike and you by picking up speed. Gritting your teeth, you hug him tighter, feeling the heat radiate through his body - even though the wind is quite chilling. You swear you feel his shoulders shake with laughter.

As you reach town limits, he slows down, one hand loses its grip on the handlebar, and pats your thigh two times. “Ye alright, there, City Girl? Too much adrenaline for ye?”

You can’t see his face, but you know by his tone that he’s grinning. Smug asshole. “Fine!” You yell back, gritting your teeth again to ground yourself. By the time he pulls up at the farmhouse, you exhale a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding back. 

“Got ye home safe, Sparkles.” Kid grins, and you struggle to remove the helmet until he helps you. His fingers linger on your jaw for a fraction of a second longer than they should, and the skin he touches burns. 

“Geez, Kid. You drive like a freaking maniac.” You get off the bike on unsteady feet, and he chuckles as you have to use his arms for support. 

“Maniac? It’s called skill, sweetheart!” 

You scoff, fingers threading through your hair to fix it as a lazy grin curves your lips. “It’s called being reckless, that’s what it is.”

“Oi, yer home safe! Stop complainin’.” He gets into your space, leaning his head down to look right into your eyes, and damn it, his eyes are intense. “Ye liked it.”

The faintest of blushes spreads through your cheeks as you turn and walk one step back to regain some distance from him. “I won’t stroke your ego, it’s already large enough as it is.” Kid snorts, and you know he’s about to pull a dirty joke, so you remove his jacket from your shoulders and extend it to him. “Here. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

Kid takes one look at the jacket, crosses his arms, and leans against the bike, tilting his head slightly. “Keep it. Looks good on ye.”

“It’s huge,” you say and immediately purse your lips.

“I know.” Kid grins, and you chuckle, curling your fingers around the fabric, you nudge it towards him.

“Take it, Kid, thank you.”

Kid sighs, extending his hand towards the jacket, but when he grabs the collar, he pulls, making you stumble and crash right into his solid chest. Instinctively, his other hand comes up to steady you, wrapped securely around your waist. “Tell ye what, Sparkles,” his hot breath fans your eyelids as you raise your head to meet his gaze, and his scent engulfs you - grease, gasoline, and metal. “Wear it a little longer, and when it smells like ye…” Kid lets out a low grunt, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second. “Give it back.”

Shit.

Fuck.

This is dangerous territory right here. Since you’ve met Kid - cocky, smug, reckless, loud, infuriating - you’ve been walking on thin ice. Everything about him screams ‘bad decision,’ but he also feels right for what you need at the moment. Even when you thought that what you needed was peace and quiet - here comes the loudest man you’ve ever met to prove you wrong. 

Kid lets go of the jacket and removes his hand from your waist, almost as if he, too, is weighing the pros and cons of letting this attraction run its course. Because you can’t deny it: you’re attracted to Kid like a moth to a flame. And, from the looks of it, it’s reciprocated. 

Ignoring the cold feeling his lack of touch leaves in your body, you clear your throat and put the jacket back over your shoulders, trying to suppress a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold, from shaking you. 

“Okay. Thanks. Erm… my car?” Steering the conversation to safer topics seems like the most sensible thing to do. 

Kid clears his throat too, his flesh hand rubbing the back of his neck. “It’ll be fixed by tomorrow mornin’, swing by whenever.” You nod and turn again, your stomach churning at the thought of him leaving, and you sigh. “Might even give ya a discount, City Girl.”

You turn your head back, lips curving into an easy grin. “Yeah?”

“Nah. A man’s gotta take home the bacon.” You let out a chuckle as he gets back on his bike, revving the engine loud just to piss you off. “Don’t think too hard about me.” He winks, and you bite your lower lip, trying to suppress a grin. 

“Think about your cocky ass? In your dreams, Kid.”

Kid places the helmet on his head, hiding the cheeky grin before replying to you. “Sparkles, ye are the star of my dreams.” Then, he slams the visor down, gunning the engine of the bike as it roars to life. The front tire barely budges, but he turns the back of the bike in a sharp turn, letting it slide effortlessly against the gravel as he faces the road. 

Then he speeds off, leaving you staring at the dust he left behind with slightly parted lips. 

Bad decisions. Oh, for sure.

You enter the house, shaking your head, your body still hot from Kid’s touch, your head still light from infinite possibilities. But before you even hang your purse, Shanks appears, coming from the living room with a bit of a sway to his steps. 

“Hey, Bug!” he exclaims. “Was that a bike?” Your father points at the door.

You nod with another heavy sigh. “Stupid car broke down on me, had to call Kid to try and fix it. Killer took it to the garage, but it needs parts, so I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” Shanks seems to sober up quickly. His brow raises as if you haven’t answered his question, so you continue. “Kid brought me home on his bike, so yes, that was a bike.”

Shanks purses his lips, his gaze now lingering on the oversized jacket you’re wearing - a leather jacket that’s clearly not yours because Shanks doubts you have something with the logo of Kid’s garage slapped on the back.

But he doesn’t say anything. 

And neither do you.

-*-

Shanks is already sipping his coffee when you come down for breakfast, still yawning. You had some trouble falling asleep because sleep just wouldn’t come. Every time you closed your eyes, you got a whiff of his scent - that seemed to have clung to your very being - and your mind took you to places where you didn’t want it to.

Even though some of those fantasies were quite interesting.

“Morning, Dad,” you mutter as you fill up your own cup of coffee. “Want some eggs? Toast? Fruit?”

Your father raises his eyebrow at your dishevelled state but keeps his comments to himself. “Toast sounds good, Bug, thank you.”

You nod, yawn again, find two slices of bread for your father, a bagel for you, and stick them in the toaster. 

“Trouble sleeping?” Shanks takes butter and some jam from the fridge, placing them on the table alongside some strawberries and grapes. 

“Yeah, I guess. Something kept me up.” Not looking at your father is the right choice because you can already feel your cheeks heating up. Shanks hums, and you think that might be the end of it because he starts talking about the game and how his team ‘completely sucked’ and how he’s not sure why he’s still a fan.

It’s not until both your plates are cleaned that he finally says the words he has been mulling over. “See, honey, I feel like I need to say something.” He huffs in exasperation as he starts clearing the plates, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. 

“Be careful dealing with Kid, okay?”

What?

“Dealing with Kid?”

“Yeah, I mean… You just met him, and he already gave you his jacket?” Shanks scratches the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. 

“Because it was cold.”

“Sure, but the bike ride–”

“I needed a ride, I knew you wouldn’t be in a fit state to drive, and before I bothered my friends, he volunteered. Dad, I don’t get where this is going.”

Shanks sighs and mutters something unintelligible under his breath. “Right, you’re right. It’s just, you don’t know him very well, and he’s… well, he’s a good man but… well… he’s dangerous.”

Raising a brow, you continue cleaning up the table, still deciding whether you should ask him to elaborate or just let it go. 

He elaborates. 

“He’s an angry man who deals with situations with his fists rather than his brain. I just want you safe, Bug.”

“Dad, as you said, I just met him. He’s fixing my car. That’s it.” But is it, though? “You don’t have to worry, okay? Thanks for the heads-up, though, now come on. Let's feed the animals before I go pick up my car.”

He nods and follows you outside, clearly not meaning to add anything else. But you can’t shake the feeling that his words were very ominous and that you should be careful around Kid. 

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|Chapter 2|

[tealvenetianmask]

Blitz is dyslexic (petty post about why I'm right with proof from recent episodes)

Disclaimer: I don't have dyslexia, so I can't speak from personal experience, BUT neurodivergent people tend to find each other, and I've been very close with a few people with dyslexia, to the point where I've extensively edited their writing. I've also learned quite a bit about dyslexia while working in the education field. Okay- let's go.

I hear way too often (yes, I'm referencing a certain youtuber here) that Blitz can't have dyslexia because we sometimes see him reading and we sometimes see him writing without errors. So when he shows spelling and grammatical errors in his texts and notes to self, that must just be him being rude/trying to be cute/being lazy.

And if the errors were just slang and abbreviations, maybe the people making those arguments would have a point. But they're not. And I'm convinced that he has dyslexia. So what gives? Why the inconsistency (assuming it's an intentional choice on the part of the writers)?

Most dyslexic adults CAN write correctly with extra effort. It's just harder. In the learning disability world, we sometimes call it self- accommodating. With any disability, that means doing work that neurotypical people don't have to do in order to overcome the obstacle that the disability poses- and often, no one else sees that work or understands that it's necessary. For people with dyslexia, that often means that they have to check and double check their writing.

When YOU AND I (if we're both non-dyslexic people) write casually and don't put in effort, our spelling is going to be mostly correct. And if we use slang and abbreviations, it's a choice. When someone with dyslexia shoots off a quick text, it's going to look messy, and they'll probably only do it in a text to someone they're comfortable with. THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE.

Let's look at some recent examples from Helluva Boss.

Blitz is writing notes to himself here, so he doesn't have any need to make them presentable. Cute inside jokes with himself are possible (i.e. the horses and nicknames that we sometimes see), but the spelling mistakes here don't really make sense as jokes. They also wouldn't be easier to write than the correct words for someone who isn't dyslexic. Mok(backward S)ie isn't shorter than Moxxie, and remembr isn't much shorter than remember. The spelling is also phonetic, which fits with how many people with dyslexia spell in initial drafts. He just isn't watching for and correcting his mistakes, because why would he in this situation?!

Okay, different situation . . . the apologies. I would argue that Blitz IS putting in physical effort here, even if it's not emotional effort. He brings entire gift baskets full of his favorite foods for the people on his apology list after all. Here's what he writes to the DHORKS:

I think "sowy" IS meant to be cute here. It's not phonetic after all. He put a little effort into drawing them a cute little horse too. And then the cherubs . . .

I think this is pretty interesting. Blitz actually bothers here to fix his spelling mistake. He spells everything right on the inside too, even though he's telling these guys "fuck you." Notice that he runs out of room and has to write sideways. And notice the nice block letters on the front. In terms of why he's trying so much here, well, it's to prove to Stolas that he can put effort into apologizing to people, isn't it? And that means that the unintentional errors get fixed!

Now, Blitz tries to text an apology to Stolas (and obviously stalls for emotional reasons), and we see him typing it in real time,

Yeah . . . it's a combination of shorthand and just plain old misspellings. He's focused on choosing the right words, not on getting the spelling right, and it's impossible to say he doesn't care at this point. Someone who has an easy time writing correctly spelled text might use some shorthand, but just like we saw with Blitz's notes to self, they wouldn't likely intentionally misspell completely unnecessary things, especially when trying to come off as genuine.

Sigh. I rest my fucking case.

If you'd like to see my thoughts on that text conversation from Western Energy, go ahead and click on the link- it isn't really about dyslexia, and I do actually think that Blitz is pretty literate in spite of his disability and limited education, but it does explain why I think the conversation goes the way it does.

[maviezz]

Mr. GhostFace

Pairing: Stu Macher × Fem! Reader

Summary: You where on a phone call with your friend laying on your bed, when suddenly you hear something stumbling behind you…

Genre: Smut

cw: fingering, knife play, stalking, mentions of murder, dubcon (lowkey)

Word Count: 2,2k

pd: this is my first ever fic, so please let me know if there’s a spelling mistake or anything, I’ll be glad to know!!

after finishing up a gruesome murder accompanied by his accomplice, Billy, Stu ended up near your place. Picture this: he's walking down the street, fleeing from the morbid crime he had just committed, and oops, there's your house all lit up like a Friday night. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist checking it out.

Stu's not your typical guest, and you're not big on inviting folks over. No need to bother with doorbells for him. Instead, he takes the unconventional route and climbs up to your unconventionally opened window.

So, there he is, peeping through, his eyes scanning your room , then his gaze falling on your body, trying his hardest not to make any noise that might startle you. You're having a regular chat with your friend, over the phone, not knowing you've got an unexpected audience. Stu's like, "Hey, I'm just here for the show” but little do you know, he's been high-key obsessed with you, ever since he fist laid his eyes on you.

Lying on your stomach during the phone call,swinging your feet in the air while casually twirling strands of hair. Unbeknownst to you, Stu looms as a silent observer. His gaze, a mix of fascination and a hint of obsession is fixed on every animated expression. The ordinary act of twirling hair and swinging feet becomes an unwitting performance for Stu, who watches with an eerie intensity, emotions oscillating between anticipation and a peculiar connection to the conversation. The air is charged with the unspoken presence of this uninvited spectator. In an unsettling twist, Stu makes a fateful move, generating a subtle noise that draws your attention.

A sense of unease permeates the air as I detect fumbling behind my back, a shiver coursing through as the realization dawns—window is wide open. Dread takes hold; a killer is on the loose, and turning around becomes a perilous decision. Despite the inner turmoil, curiosity prevails, and I slowly shift my body and slowly turn my head back to where the noise was coming from. The visual that greets me is bone-chilling. A visceral scream tears through the air as my eyes meet those of the masked killer, an embodiment of the very fear that lurked in the shadows.

He sensed the fear etched across my face, a pang of regret gnawing at his heart. Contrary to the ominous aura, he harbored no intentions of harm; instead, a fascination with the sight of innocence under the pale moonlight took root within him. "Don't be afraid, baby," he whispered, his emotions masked by the cold exterior of his hidden face.

His tall silhouette loomed above, a revelation that he exceeded my mental image. Gradually, he eased into my personal space, his voice softening the eerie atmosphere. "No harm will come to you from me... I just wanted to get closer to my cute crush." The unexpected confession hung in the air, a disconcerting blend of fear and an oddly misplaced sense of flattery. A chill ran down my spine as his cold, gloved touch made contact with the skin on my cheek. Beneath the black robe and mask, his warmth was an unsettling contrast. Struggling to recognize his voice, an unsettling realization dawned –The psychotic killer that is terrorizing Woodsboro was inside my room, his hand grazing against my face.

"W-what do you mean? Who are you?" I stammered, the air thick with uncertainty. However, the futility of my inquiry hung in the silence; it was evident he had no intention of revealing his identity. His gloved hand traced a light caress along my cheek, savoring the softness of my skin. With audacious intent, he gently tilted my face upward, our eyes locking beneath the eerie glow of the moonlight. "Call me Ghostface," he uttered, the words hanging in the air.

"P-please don't kill me..." I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. The Ghostface's touch sent shivers down my spine as he carefully pushed me down onto the bed, his firm grip holding my jaw. His knee positioned in between my legs created a sense of vulnerability. Although the option to run was within reach, a peculiar force seemed to immobilize me, as if my body had taken on a will of its own, drawn to the mysterious enigma of the man on top of me. The room hung heavy with suspense, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over our unsettling connection.

A devilish smile played on Ghostface's lips beneath his masked face as he sensed my lack of resistance. With a sinister grace, he pulled himself closer, a strange yet intense sensation coursing through his entire being as my delicate form pressed against him. "Don't worry, baby... I only wanna play with you," he whispered, the words hanging in the air, dripping with an ominous promise that left the room steeped in an unsettling tension. I gasped in horror as Ghostface pulled out a knife, holding it softly against my neck. "Please..." I pleaded, the dread tightening its grip on my trembling form. Slowly, he ran the blade down my chest, tearing my shirt and exposing a vulnerability that left me in display for him to feast on. A mixture of fear and helplessness hung in the air, as my breath got caught in my throat.

A shiver of anticipation ran through the Ghostface as he felt my soft skin against him. He savored the moment, relishing the intimacy, before teasingly pulling away. "You have beautiful tits” he remarked, his thumb tracing slow circles on one of my sensitive peaks, the air hung heavy with tension.

“m-mhm- fuck!” A gentle, almost imperceptible sound escaped my lips—a soft mewl—when his cold-gloved fingers delicately traced the contours of my nipple, each touch sending subtle shivers through my whole body.

The Ghostface couldn't help but express his delight through a low grunt, leaning in to whisper, “You're so captivating... I've dreamt of having you like this.'" My breath caught sharply as he violently tore apart my shirt, the fabric being tossed across the room...

“p-please don’t do this” My mind recoiled, hesitant and fearful, yet my body, in stark contrast, responded with an undeniable allure. Despite the trepidation, the man behind the mask exuded a captivating charm that stirred within me a sense of arousal, the wet spot on my panties making it impossible to hide.

He smirked behind the mask as you tried to push him away while also reacting to his touch. He slowly trailed his gloved hand down your stomach, making your skin tingle in anticipation “I won't do anything you don't want, baby." His hand found its way to the hem of your panties, slowly pushing them down to reveal your shivering and oh so damp folds. The scent of arousal was overpowering in the small room, making him even harder than before. He leaned in closer, his hot breath caressing your neck “You're so wet for me... It's like you want it."

My palms met his chest, pressing them flat against it, detecting a subtle firmness. "I'm going to call the cops," I stammered, my voice wavering. His eyes met mine as I felt the warmth of his chest beneath my hands.A sly grin adorned his lips, and he remarked, "Go ahead, make the call. But can they beat the clock?" The room seemed to pulse with tension as I hesitated, torn between the urge to reach for my phone and the magnetic pull of the man before me. His eyes held a challenge, daring me to follow through on my threat.

As the seconds stretched, I could sense the weight of his challenge in the air. The room became a battleground of wills, my hand still lingering on his chest. The unspoken tension crackled, I decided that it was best for me not to piss him off. The Ghostface smirked, enjoying your confusion. “Good choice, princess... but don't be surprised if my next move leaves you drenched." He slowly pushed his middle through your wet folds, moaning quietly as he felt just how ready you were for him. He pulled his finger out and teased your swollen clit in slow circles making it throb against his touch. A soft moan escaped my lips involuntarily as his touch sent shivers through me, his thumb pressing wet circles on my hardened nub . "F-fuck-Please don't do this," I whispered, my plea hanging in the charged air between us.

He continued toying with you, feeling your body become more and more aroused under his fingertips. He leaned in closer and whispered softly in your ear “You're such a tease, baby... making me hard for you." His voice was low and seductive as he felt your wetness begin to drip onto his finger. The realization struck him like lightning— he knew, in that very moment, that he desired you.

Flushed with embarrassment, I found myself incapable of pulling away or resisting. My pussy was glistening with my arousal, my body succumbing gradually to the allure of his touch. "D-don't," I stammered, the plea escaping my lips amid the internal struggle.Ghostface sensed your body yielding to him and couldn't resist any longer.

With a sudden movement, he slipped two long fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise. He slid them in and out slowly savoring the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. His other hand cupped your left breast, fondling it softly, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath the latex of his glove. “s-stop!” i whimpered faintly, the feeling of his middle finger inside my aching core was heady mixture of intoxication and delight sweeping over me, compelling my fingers to delicately clench the bedsheets beneath my quivering body, each thread bearing witness to the intensity of the moment.

He chuckled softly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down on you. His fingers found your sweet spot and began to tease it mercilessly, causing your hips to buck up against him in desperation. "Do you like that, hmm?"

With a gradual nod, I acknowledged my surrender. Lost in his touch, the resistance that once lingered vanished; I no longer felt the need to push him away.

The Ghostface saw your submission and pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curling them to maximize your pleasure. Your breathing grew heavier as the sensation began to consume you, making you feel like a bundle of fire. “I'll give you what you want... just let me have my fill." He watched with satisfaction as your body arched under his touch. His other hand reached over to your core and circled your clit in time with his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. With a groan, he leaned in closer, his masked face against your ear. "You're mine now”. He coos. In that shared moment of lust and pure passion, the room seemed to shrink, enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy. We were entangled in a dance, where every touch, and every pump of his fingers inside my sopping hole spoke more than words possibly could.

“m’gonna cum~”i grunted softly, my hips bucking onto his fingers, my back slightly arching off the bed, spit was dripping down my mouth. The scene unfolded like a cliché scenario from a porn movie, akin to something you might find on a Blockbuster rental shelf—undeniably sensual and provocative. He felt your pussy clamp around his fingers as you reached the peak of pleasure.

He rode the wave with you, relishing every tremble until it slowly subsided. His eyes roved over your flushed and sweat-drenched body, making him even harder “That's it baby, cum for me." his fingers kept pumping inside of me as I milked my orgasm, my whole body shook in pleasure, soft gasps leaving my body “f-fuck…” I muttered, my chest rising up and down softly as I came down from the high of the wrecking orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, coating them with your arousal. He brought them up to his mask and breathed in deeply, savoring your scent before trailing them over your sensitive clit “You're delicious, baby."

A loud moan involuntarily escaped my mouth in response to the unexpected slap across my drenched cunt. "O-ow!" I exclaimed, the sting resonating with a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

The Ghostface's wicked laughter echoed, a chilling soundtrack to my discomfort. "You wanted it, now take it like a good girl," his words, laced with dominance, hung in the air, adding a layer of intensity to the unfolding scene. "Why are you leaving?" I questioned, the vulnerability in my voice evident, as he stood up from the bed and adjusted his robe. My gaze followed him as he walked towards the window. A smile played on his lips, but you couldn’t see it. He looked down at me over his shoulder. "I'll see you soon. Don't forget our little secret," he whispered before vanishing from sight.

Left in his wake, a mix of arousal and puzzlement lingered, the room now filled with the aftermath of an enigmatic encounter.

Confusion swept over me, grappling with the surreal reality of the town's masked murderer appearing in my room, fingering me, and then abruptly vanishing as if nothing. The experience felt terrifyingly unbelievable, leaving me bewildered in its wake.

[junkomc]

COD Omegaverse (ⅹOmega male reader) Chapter 10 [Learn To Love] is now available. NSFW!

John and Gary are back from their missions and need you, and Simon needs you too.

（The real summary: It starts with sex and ends with sex…）

Simon x male reader , Johnx male reader , Garyx male reader/18+, Threesome , Lactation Kink , Breeding Kink

As always, I used Google Translate to write this fic, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, mistranslations, or other mistakes that ruin the story.

You can read the full story on AO3.

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↓Preview

When you entered the room, Gary immediately hugged you and kissed you.

It was a soft and gentlemanly kiss, and your lips soon parted, but Omega watched his face, wanting to know what Alpha wanted next. Gary smiled gently, then pulled your hand and said "To bed..." so you followed him.

Gary sat on the bed and quickly pulled your hips closer to him so that you were straddling his lap.

The sweet, glorious and soothing scent of a young male Alpha, something you hadn't smelled in a long time, made the Omega rub his nose against the Alpha's neck, and the Alpha felt the same, desperately sniffing and licking your neck, inhaling as much of the Omega's scent as he could, trying to fill the void of loneliness while they were apart.

"Hey, Omega... I heard about that Alpha named Hudson. I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"Gary, don't blame yourself! I've moved on already, so it's okay."

You ran your fingers through Gary's soft hair and smiled gently as you cupped his cheeks.

"Omega... are you really okay?"

"... yeah."

Gary rubbed his nose against yours, then kissed the tip of your nose, then your lips.

You were also hungry for Gary's affection, so you immediately opened your mouth to accept him, happily entwining your tongue.

At first, it was a loving kiss, as if they were caring for each other, but then Alpha's kisses became more aggressive, and he started sucking up your saliva noisily and biting your lips and jaw, as if to devour you.  Gary also tightened his grip on your waist, so tight that you flinched at the strength that seemed to be squeezing you.You opened your eyes, which had been closed, to check on Alpha.

Then Gary had already opened his eyes and was staring at you, and you saw a flame burning quietly in the depths of Alpha's eyes.

"Where did he touch my omega? Did he kiss you? Did he put his dick inside you? Did he cum inside you?"

The young alpha looked straight at you with obvious jealousy and anger, grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed.

Shocked by Gary's question, you couldn't answer anything and could only stare into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"You're my omega..."

Gary may not mean any harm, he may have lost his cool because of jealousy, or he may be deliberately expressing his complicated and difficult-to-digest emotions to you.

You felt anxiety and a little fear, your shoulders stiffened where Gary held you, and your heart rate increased.

But you knew his kindness and understood that he was as sad as you.

That's why you slowly reached out to the alpha...

and hugged him.

"Gary, I'm sorry... I made you suffer like this..."

Your words brought Gary back to his senses and he hurriedly hugged you back... He hugged you so tightly that it hurt, then released you, looked at you as if he was about to burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice.

"There's no need for Omega to apologize! I'm sorry for making you say that, you're the one who's been hurt the most... I'm such an idiot..."

You gently stroked Gary's cheek, pulled him close again, and gently kissed his lips.

"It's okay, Gary. Having you by my side like this helps more than anything else... Alpha."

"Omega...!"

Gary was overcome with emotion by your words and devoured your lips. It was an intense moment that perfectly expressed an explosion of emotion, and as he hugged you tightly and caressed you, it was so passionate that he seemed to conquer you with just a kiss.

You were completely intoxicated by the sweet and fresh scent of the young alpha, and felt your hole twitching and overflowing with sticky nectar, wanting him.

At that moment...

"Are you going to have Omega all to yourself now?"

You and Gary hurriedly turned towards the voice, and there was Alpha John leaning against the door of the room, looking at you with a grin on his face.

"...John! Have you finished talking with Simon yet?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Are you upset because I interrupted while you were alone together? More importantly, weren't you being mean to Omega?"

Gary was pinpointed by John and just sulked in silence.

"...No, it's okay, John!"

You hurriedly tried to protect Gary but John narrowed his eyes as if he could see through your thoughts and looked back and forth between you and Gary.

"Actually, I was listening through the door, sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"...John...I know. It was definitely my fault."

Gary's shoulders visibly slumped and he apologized to Alpha John with an apologetic look on his face.

"Gary, you think the omega is pregnant with Hudson's puppies, right? That's what you were worried about, right? Don't worry, Simon gave the omega medicine right away. His seed will go to waste. There's no 100% guarantee, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

After that incident, when Simon cleaned your body, in your hazy consciousness, you clearly remembered Simon giving you water to drink.

He was probably the one who gave you the medicine then.

You yourself were in shock, fatigue, and the hazy heat of the heat, so you didn't think that far ahead, but you were surprised that Simon had thought that far and acted calmly so quickly.

John slowly approached you, who were sitting on the bed, and stroked your cheek with his right hand and Gary's cheek with his left hand.

"Even if Omega gets pregnant, it's still our baby, right? Gary?"

"Yes...!"

"That's right. There's nothing to worry about. Do you understand, omega?"

"Yes...John"

You were captured by Alpha John's warm, gentle, yet intense gaze, like the flames of a campfire, and your core was instantly set on fire.

"Now, I guess I'll join you in your play."

When Alpha John crawled onto the bed, Gary quickly took off his shirt as if that was a signal.

"Omega...it's like you're going to eat me..."

"Hmm..."

You were on all fours on the bed, sucking Gary's penis while John penetrated you from behind.

His young, fierce penis, which you had always wanted to taste, was very sensitive, and the slight stimulation you gave him made Alpha writhe and moan seductively.

It was so happy to see Alpha feeling good. As you were enjoying the taste of Gary in a daze, John's movements behind you, which had been slow, suddenly became more intense, and you instinctively removed Gary's penis from your mouth and began to let out a lewd cry.

"Oh, Omega, I missed you. I'll show you how much I wanted you..."

John growled in your ear with a husky voice, sucking and biting your earlobe. He then lifted your torso so that your back was pressed tightly against John's pectoral muscles, and he grabbed your upper arms and began to thrust roughly.

"Ah...Ah...Mmm! John...My Alpha..."

For you, who had been comforting yourself with a dildo made by John, the fact that the real John was inside you made your lower abdomen heat up. Just as pre-cum began to flow from your penis, Gary leaned down and licked it, tickling the tip before taking the entire length into his mouth in one go. He was immediately sucked deep into his throat, and his intense movements made you dizzy.

"Ahh... Ahh... Alpha... I'm going to cum"

"Fuck... Omega... Cum with my dick and Gary's mouth... Only we can make you cum..."

As John started to thrust into your favorite spot, Alpha John's growling voice in your ear got louder. At the same time, you felt the knot of Alpha's penis swell.

"Omega... I'm definitely going to get you pregnant..."

At that moment, John's thrust, which seemed to pour semen directly into your uterus, made you cum in Gary's mouth.

"... Hmm...!"

John's penis continued to twitch inside you for a while, pouring thick, creamy semen into your uterus. Feeling John's knot inside you, you felt a sense of satisfaction and closed your eyes, regulating your breath.

You leaned against John, and John slowly lay down with his penis inside you.

Gary lay on the bed with the two of you, kissing your face and saying, "That was great, Omega..." to praise you. After a few minutes of rubbing together and kissing each other's shoulders and neck, John whispers in your ear from behind.

"I need you to go a little harder today... it's been a while, after all... I'm sorry Omega..."

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[mwahsturns]

First choice // Matt Sturniolo Pt 1

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: cussing, fluff, flirting, talk of death, Semi-proof read! I think that’s it let me know if there’s more! Also if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes please ignore them 😭🙏🏻

Synopsis: Y/n works at a record store and one day while she’s working two very cute guys walk into the store but one especially catches her eye and later so happens they end up having more then just there music taste in common ;)

Word Count:1,890

Author’s notes: Hii bbys !! <3, So I’ve never written a fic before or posted on tumblr, So I’m sorry if this is bad I’m new at this please go easy on me😭🙏🏻. If you guys have any suggestions, tips or advice please message me I hope you enjoy my new series!!, this took me a very long time to come up with so I hope you love it💗.

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The sound of music always brought me peace, I work at a record shop because I love being around vinyls and just anything music related really. I also really enjoy reading It's always brought me a sense of comfort as well as writing and poetry. Honestly it makes me really happy, and ever since I was a kid I've always written songs and maybe sang a little bit but that’s a secret. I don't know what it is but I always feel like it helps me forget about everything that’s wrong in my life, my parents died when I was 16 so it’s always been just me and my two little brothers. I love them more than anything and I'd do anything for them. Today was just a regular day at work I was putting vinyls on the racks that they go on when two guys walk into the store, I look over and give them a soft smile.

‘hii welcome let me know if you need any help finding any artist or vinyl specifically’ they smile at me and nod as one of the boys catches my eye, I’m a very shy person so I decided not to say anything unless I needed to. After a couple minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw the guy who caught my eye standing in front of me. ‘hi um i wanted to ask you something’ he seemed very nervous but also very confident weird mix. ‘yes of course how can i help you’ I smiled softly at him hoping to make him more comfortable, ‘do you happen to have “circles” by Mac miller’ he says as he does a side smile. I smile at him as I think about how I also enjoy mac miller.

‘yea over here!’ i walk over and pull it off the rack, ‘this is one of my favorites’ i say chuckling, ‘i really like this one’ he says turning the vinyl around. ‘what other artists do you like?’ ‘i really like d4vd and um frank ocean oh! Omg Dominic Fike omg Tyler the creator?! is so amazing and oh my god i'm rambling im so sorry’ I blushed getting a little nervous, ‘nah you're good’ he smiles as I look up at him and smile softly. We stand there until the guy he came with comes up to him ‘woah you guys twins or am I dumb?’ ‘nahh triplets’ he says laughing ’oh cool” i say and start checking them out. ‘You're the first to not ask us a million and one questions about being triplets’ he chuckles, ‘yea nah y'all will tell me over time’ I smirk i say with my boston accent coming through a little.

‘oh so you plan on getting to know us’ he smirks a little ‘oh totally y’all look cool’ I laugh, ‘you're from boston?’ The other guy says noticing my backpack in the back with the Boston logo. ‘yes i am’ i laugh ‘us too!’ ‘What's your name?’ The guy who got my eye says ‘I’m y/n’ ‘cool im matt and hes chris’ ahh Matt hot guy hot name. ‘cool!’ I hand them the bag and me and Matt make eye contact, ‘have a good day’ ‘thanks you too’ matt says smiling at me. They walk out and i really hope i see them again.

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  I finally got to clock out of work It was so tiring and I needed to make sure my little brothers were ok. I get to my car and get settled in and connect my phone to the aux and play “Ivy” by Frank Ocean. I’m so glad to be going home I think as I started driving I decided that I was gonna pick up a pizza for my little brothers because I got paid today and I know how much they love pizza. We aren't broke completely but we definitely struggle sometimes recently things have been rough but I finally got a promotion so it's getting a little easier I got the pizza and started heading home I got home and when i opened the door and my brothers cody and alex run up to me and ‘sissyyyy we missed you’ alex says hugging me, ‘aww i miss you too bud’ ‘sissy you bought pizza!’ Cody says looking like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. 

 

i walk over to alexa who’s been my best friend for years, she helps me with my brothers and just around the house ‘thank you so much lex’ i say hugging her ‘Of course love that's what best friends are for’ she says smiling softly ‘wanna spend the night and when i put them to bed we can talk?’ ‘yeah okay sure’ Alexa smiles at me while i feed the boys.

I start to give the boys a shower and as i’m showering cody he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. ‘sissy I wanna be just like you when i grow up.’ He says playing with the bubbles, ‘aww little c i love you a lot bub and i know one day you’ll be even better than me’ i say tearing up, cody has always been more clingy to me than Alex is but not as much, cody doesn’t like to leave my side and he is the sweetest kid ever. Him saying he wants to be like me does hurt a little because I've been through a lot of shit but the fact that I look strong in his eyes makes up for it all. I put them to bed and Me Alexa got some wine and took a seat on the couch.

‘So how was your day?’ She says sitting next to me. ‘it was good omg lex these two really cute brothers came into the shop and oh my god girl’ I say blushing thinking of Matt ‘speaking of cute brothers you know the guy i was talking to?’ ‘yes why?’ ‘this is him and his brother I’d think you like him’ she turns her phone and pulls out a picture.

‘hold up hold up let me see that?!’ i say taking the phone from her ‘omg thats the cute guys that came in today’ ‘Omg?! yeah i've been talking to chris for a minute now’ ‘matt’s pretty attractive just sayin’ I couldn’t help myself but blush i don’t know what’s wrong with me fuck Y/N get it together. ‘oooo y/n has a crush?’ ‘oh shut the fuck up’ ‘oh come on you haven’t had a boyfriend since your parents died’ she says starting to get serious, ‘i know but my brothers mean the world to me lex i need to make sure there ok i don’t have the time’ I would love to give Matt a chance but i don’t know.

‘your brothers would want you to be happy y/n/n’ she says rubbing my knee, ‘I know but it's not about me being happy i need to make sure there happy i have to be a mother figure to them they need me’ ‘i get that babes but you need to remember you lost them too your only 20 rasing two kids you need to be a kid too especially since you were forced to grow up so quick’ i look at her and nod I mean I understand where she’s coming from but my brothers are all I know. ‘i love you y/n i'm just looking out for you ima head to bed goodnight love’ ‘night babes’ as she walks off and goes to into the guest room i kinda sit there think about what she said and i mean she's right but i can’t risk something happening to my brothers.  I head upstairs and head to bed because i have another day of work but holy fuck thank god it's friday. 

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I woke up the next morning only because my alarm for work went off and i see it’s 9:44 so i know Alexa is getting my brothers ready for school I get out of the bed and i started to get ready for work. I finished getting ready for work when my younger brother Cody came into the room with tears in his eyes. ‘sis…’ he says in a sad tone I turned around quickly and scooped him into my arms ‘aww what's wrong love?’ i say concerned.

‘i don’t wanna go to school i wanna stay home with you can you please skip work..’ he says in a whiny tone, ‘Aww bub i wish i could help but you know the rules’ When i got custody of cody and alex the court gave me really strict rules to follow, i had to make sure they were always at school, they weren’t falling and that i kept a stable job and make enough money or else they would take them away. ‘I know but i hate being at school kids are mean to me and alex’ i look at him feeling bad but i don’t wanna risk losing them. ‘I’m sorry bub if i could keep you and alex with me 24/7 forever i would’ i say hugging him tightly.

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i got to work over an hour ago and to say its boring is an understatement. Just as i think that i hear the bell ring meaning someone walked into the store, i look up ready to greet them and i realize its matt. ‘Matt? Hey’ i say smiling. ‘Hey um i know this might be weird but i um.. Well so my brother chris the one that was with me last time uh i found out that the girl hes been talking to happens to be your best friend right?’ ‘yeah shes my best friend’ ‘well um she kinda encouraged me to come back..’ ‘what do you mean?’ ‘well i uh wanted to see if you were willing to go out with me… you don’t have to its o-‘ he starts to say but i cut him off. ‘Sure why not’ i say smiling i don’t know what happened but he was too sweet for me to say no to.

‘Wait really?’ ‘yea i mean i can’t deny you are pretty cute..’ ‘well thank you’ he laughs damn something about the way he laughs i dont know but it feels almost addicting to listen to. ‘Uh are you free saturday?’ ‘yeah i am’ i smile ‘sweet! Ill text you’ ‘okay bye matt’ ‘bye” he blushed a little bit as he left the shop. Shit who’s gonna watch cody and alex?!                                                                   

Author’s notes:heyyy I’m back! So I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series and I’m sorry if there was any typos, spelling mistakes, etc I’ll try to fix the ones I can if I miss anything please let me know but I hope you enjoy and have a great day 💋

[nattikay]

ok, I mentioned in tags the other day that I had something else that I wanted to address about Josh Izzo's Omaticon panel but wanted to wait until I had a chance to rewatch the recording (missed several chunks of it when it was live due to technical difficulties on my end) to make sure I had the full proper context. Now that I've done that, here it is:

Mako asked Izzo about how much he consulted Paul Frommer (creator of the Na'vi language) for the games, comics, etc. Izzo responded that he does so very frequently and that all the Na'vi language stuff in official media goes through Frommer to be checked first.

Now, to be clear, I do believe him when he says this. I can 100% believe that he talks to Frommer frequently and that Frommer checks everything. If this weren't the case, the Na'vi we get in AFoP, for example, would be far far far worse than it is (side-eyes old Activist Survival Guide).

However....

Mistakes can still happen. Typos can still happen. Even if Frommer approves an initial name or word or sentence, someone down the line could still mishear it or misspell it (either by transcribing it incorrectly or simply making a typo) etc.

The character "Eetu", for example. The pronunciation of this character's name in the game is perfectly valid in Na'vi, but the spelling doesn't match: it should be Itu. I'm completely willing to believe that Frommer heard the name pronounced "Itu" and said "yeah that works", but I highly highly highly doubt that he saw it written down as e-e-t-u when he approved it because that just does not fit with how Na'vi spelling works.

Same with "P'asuk", I don't doubt for a second that Frommer could've been asked "hey, we want to name this character 'berry', how do you say that?" and responded "sure, that word is Pasuk!" but I just cannot buy that he'd have seen it written down with the unnecessary (and invalid!) tìftang and said "yup that's fine". I'm sorry, I just don't believe that; it doesn't make sense.

And then of course, there's things that are inconsistently misspelled: for example, AFoP usually spells "Zeswa" correctly, but there are a few places in the Hunter's Guide where it's incorrectly spelled "Zes'wa", which is phonetically invalid per Na'vi syllable structure.

Now, I'm not saying this to hate on the team who put AFoP together. I very much enjoy AFoP and the majority of the Na'vi language stuff in it is very good. But mistakes happen. And these are mistakes.

Which brings us to my issue with Izzo's panel: when he noticed some people in the chat bringing up these small typos and errors, instead of acknowledging that "hey yeah, people might have made a few typos, we do our best to avoid it but mistakes happen sometimes", he........basically doubled down on them, insisting that Frommer approved everything and handwaving any inconsistencies as "meh it's just a conlang, there's a wiggle room".

which.......I'm sorry, Mr. Izzo, as someone who both studies and teaches the Na'vi language that is a major L take.

He shared an example story from the first movie, where Zoe Saldaña accidentally mispronounced a word (pähem) and the mispronunciation wound up getting canonized as a synonym (pate).

Here's the problem, though: pähem was not the only word that got mispronounced the first movie. There are tons of mispronunciations to varying levels of severity. But pate is the only one that got canonized as a new word (idk why they decided to do that for this one particular word but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). At one point Jake says "analu" when he should've said "ngari" but you won't find that in any dictionaries.

It's a kinda fun story that the word pate stems from a mispronunciation, but it's not the norm. 99% of the time, when an actor flubs a word, it's just that: a flub. A mistake. And that's ok, because mistakes happen. But it's a mistake nonetheless. And that applies to typos and misspellings too.

The High Ground Vol 1 consistently misspells skxawng—one of the most well-known Na'vi words outside of the language community—as skwang, but you ain't gonna be seeing "skwang" show up in any Na'vi dictionaries any time soon.

Yes, it's true that Na'vi is a conlang and that it's actively growing and evolving. But hand-waving away very obvious mistakes as "oh it's a conlang it's flexible" was...not good.

Josh Izzo seems like a nice guy who really loves the fans and I understand that he wanted to emphasize how much effort they put into getting things right and that they do consult with Frommer etc—and that's all fine and good!

But, it seems very clear to me that Izzo himself simply does not know all that much about the Na'vi language or how it works. Which is fine of course, understanding the language is not his job; he can (and does) talk to Frommer for that. But if he did know more about the language and how it works himself, I don't think he'd be doubling down to validate these very clear mistakes.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi again. :)

I am the anon who asked about terminology to describe facial difference in different language. I tried to search for resources but i found nothing. Maybe i just didn't look hard enough but unfortunately i wouldn't be suprised if there realy was nothing. So i am going to shoot my shot and ask if any of you knows about some resources in hungarian or maybe even speaks some of the language. I know my chances are not great with the last one😅 but one can hope.

Anyways all of you are fantastic, special thank you for Sasza he helped me a lot with the things he wrote on this blog. I hope you all have a great day.

Hello (again)!

I'm not a Hungarian speaker (I know like 5 words) and to my knowledge neither are any of the other mods, so please take everything below as me theorizing about a language without actually knowing what sounds natural to a native or having enough context for how some of these words are used in practice. I tried to fact-check as much as possible, but I'm sure there are a lot of mistakes lol. If any native speakers know more about terminology surrounding facial differences/visible disability, please share in the notes.

Ajakhasadék would be the medical name for a cleft lip. Szájpadhasadék would be cleft palate. I don't know if it's awkward or too scientific to be used in writing, but if the character with it calls it that then you can very much make a “my condition has an unpronounceable name” joke, disabled people do it all the time (I know people who can't spell their condition's name without looking it up).

I've also run into issues with trying to find any actual resources about facial differences or other face equality adjacent subjects, so I'm hoping some followers might help out with that.

As for making up words, I'd guess that arci különbség would be the most literal translation, but again, I don't know how awkward that potentially sounds to a native speaker (I'm guessing a lot as all new calques from English do lol) or how much sense it makes. You can potentially try doing it the other way around into something like különböző arccal (difference of the face)? The most common term I found in my research was torz arccal, so I tried to switch the first word into something more positive as I have seen különböző used to mean “different” in context of body diversity/positivity rather than torz which I've seen translated as “distorted” or “freakish” in some places. If the words with “face/facial” in it sound too out of place, you can still try going the “visible difference” or “visible disability” route. IDK if something like láthatóak különbségek makes sense, I've only seen the first word used with torzak/torzul while looking all of this up. “Visible difference” is vague, sure, but if the readers know what you are referring to (the cleft lip) then it shouldn't be as much of an issue.

If you decide to make up your own term for it, be aware that it will sound awkward because it's a New Term and not because you're doing something wrong. All new words start like that before they actually start getting used.

Of course these are just my outsider suggestions (sorry for the poor grammar, I'm sure I messed up the declensions) but I didn't want to just answer with “I didn't find anything either sorry” 😓

Have a great day as well. Thank you and I'm glad you find the blog helpful :-)

mod Sasza

[my-lovely-writing]

Obey Me! Lucifer with an abused teen MC.

Little notes: Haha, sorry that was a bit of a hiatus! I've been struggling with, well...life. You know how it is. But I'm back because I have fictional person brain rot. If you don't want to see anything besides my hero/villain stuff, feel free to blacklist the obey me tags.

Also, I'm kinda new to the obey me! fandom, so I'm sorry if the characters are a bit off. I won't be writing about some of them until I've learned more about them.

With that said, if you have any triggers, please check the tw tags before clicking below. This is about an MC who's been abused.

Lucifer

Lucifer found it a bit strange how quickly you took to him.

He makes you do your homework before class tomorrow? No complaints. He reminds you of bedtime (which you have because nobody's allowed to stay up later than Lucifer in the house of lamentation due to the fact that there may not be one left by morning)? "Okay, no problem! I can study TSL later." (Still trying to hang out with Levi, are you?) If anything, you seem grateful for his overbearing tendencies.

Really, with the chaos of his brothers, he's a little bit weirded out by how much trouble you don't cause. Maybe you're just scared of the demons?

Yeah, that has to be it. Works for him.

Except...it doesn't.

Not when he comes in screaming at Mammon for yet another failing grade and you start trembling, face pale and legs locked from your place on the couch, as if you don't quite know whether to freeze or run.

Dammit, he needs to take care of this lest the angels see you as a hostage and another celestial war is started. Besides, Diavolo doesn't want the human exchange student terrified, he's trying to foster relations.

So, for once, Lucifer forgoes stringing Mammon up from the ceiling, much to everyone's surprise (and your and his shared relief) and instead stalks off to his office to calm down with his favorite cursed records.

Later that night, when he's sending everyone to bed, he saves you for last. "MC, please follow me to my office."

His tone is gentle, reassuring even, but you know better than to mistake it for a request. Your mind races as you follow him on shaky legs. What have you done now? Idiot!

When you reach his office, Lucifer gestures for you to sit in the armchair across from his desk. It's surprisingly comfortable as you sink into it, but you can't help feeling like you're being swallowed up. Is he going to eat you?

As he sits in the chair across from you, it doesn't seem like it. Yet.

"How are you adjusting to life in The Devildom?"

You can't figure out his game here. His face reveals little, but you get the sense that he's asking a question without asking it.

"I'm adjusting," you say simply, expecting him to drop it at that. You're just a mortal, after all.

"I asked how you are adjusting," he counters. "It must be a big shift for you."

Really, it must be, he had realized earlier in the confines of his office—he and his brothers struggled enough after the fall, but you, in your human ways, had not even realized the existence of magic or god before coming here, and now you're surrounded by demons? Not to mention that you're still a child. Lucifer doesn't like to curse, usually finding such foul language beneath him, but he doesn't know what to call it other than a mindfuck.

The Avatar of Pride's efforts to push away the tinge of guilt that accompanied said realization have been in vain. He and his brothers haven't exactly been nice to you, have they?

He's long decided to help you adjust, if only to get rid of this stubborn and unbecoming guilt, but he can't exactly do that if you won't tell him what's wrong and you're just staring at him like a gaping fish, so he doubles down. "Are you experiencing any difficulties, MC?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck—if your mind was racing before, it's moving so quickly now that it's burning into ashes that, somehow, through the magic you've just learned exists, are blown away by the wind to spell those three words.

"MC?" Lucifer repeats your name, eyes widening in that half a millimeter of concern Diavolo talks about (referencing that one chat, I forget the actual measurement and I know his eyes technically widened in surprise, but give me a break) . Is this a human thing? No demons he knows of are this...weak. It's an active effort for him to restrain his judgement as he raises his eyebrows at you which, finally, seems to prompt a response.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'll do better! I'm sorry for whatever I did. I w-won't do it again, don't eat me!"

Well...

Suddenly he feels like an ass for judging you. Just what ideas has Mammon been putting into your head? You look like you've seen your own ghost. And again, he reminds himself, you are a weak and defenseless human child in a world of demons.

"Nobody, not even Beel, is going to eat you. As our human exchange student, I won't allow you to die before the year closes," he says, lips pulling into a frown, studying you more intently now and watching the way you squirm as he looks at you, back ramrod straight against the armchair. What is going on with you? "Why do you believe that I would eat you?"

"I, uh..." Okay, so you don't think he'll eat you, but it's never good when an adult looks at you like that. "I don't know, you seemed upset earlier and now I've been called in here, so I thought I might have screwed up somehow—not, like, arson or anything, but I thought...I thought you'd find something."

"You thought I'd find something?" Lucifer stresses the word.

"...Yes?" you say with all the hesitance of someone on death row confessing to a crime. You swear you see Lucifer's eye twitch for just a split second.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's got it. At first, he didn't really pay all that much mind when Diavolo mentioned that you come from "troubled circumstances", mostly hoping that you wouldn't be just as troubled and therefore troubling yourself, but he's starting to see that you are—just in a different way than the others.

Of course, he doesn't outright mention or address the clues he's just put together—The Avatar of Pride can tell better than anyone that you're hiding your past as well as you can, which is, admittedly, not well, but he's been persuaded to humor you.

"I am not a sadist." Okay, he is, but it's better that you not know that. He continues, "I am not looking to find something to punish you for and, while there are some things I would kill you for such as threatening my brothers, Diavolo, or the Devildom, I have no intentions of causing you harm under regular circumstances. You may get an F on your math test without fearing me or any punishment I would give you, MC."

You blink as you process the words, a little bit of the fear edging out of your body. "I can?" Your voice is tentatively hopeful.

"You can," Lucifer reaffirms, shuffling his paperwork around, if only for your benefit, as tears begin to brim in your eyes. He allows you to save face. "Go to bed. You're welcome in my office if you ever need to talk."

"Thank you," you mumble to him as you hurry from the room. You don't know what this means, but you know you're not dead and that's good enough.

The next morning, Lucifer's brothers are woken up earlier and met with a stern talk about being kind to you, accompanied by the reminder that you are a child even by human standards who is adjusting to life in literal hell and the threat of them having to adjust to hell a second time over (a punishment—Lucifer's punishment is the second hell). "We're building relations with the exchange student for Diavolo," he justifies explains.

His brothers aren't terribly thrilled with the idea of cozying up to a human, but they agree because they remember how hard the fall was for them.

Asmodeus, being the most familiar and cool with humans due to his pact with Solomon and finding your fearful, doe-like nature adorable, offers to take you out clubbing—to which Lucifer reminds him of the child thing.

Fine, fine, no clubbing. He'll pamper you instead, you certainly have enough split ends to suggest you could use a haircut.

From then on out, a new rule is established where each of the brothers, Lucifer included, have to spend time with you every so often with one or more brothers spending time with you each day of the week.

Needless to say, you're confused by the sudden kindness but you soon don't mind it, finding yourself slowly warming up to them—and, much to the shock of your ruined self-esteem, they to you.

Lucifer is pleasantly surprised and secretly grateful to find that his brothers get into less trouble with you around and, eventually, even more pleasantly surprised to find that you seem almost normal around them. You no longer eat in silence at the dinner table, refuse to meet their eyes, or cower like a puppy used to getting kicked when they raise their voices at each other (everyone has learned not to raise their voice at you, even Satan).

It's not long before Lucifer is calling you his best behaved child sibling. He even goes so far as to have everyone retake the family photo with you in it.

Is there any way he can turn you into a demon? He'd like you to be his child sibling for forever, and humans die far too quickly. As far as Lucifer's concerned, Satan has something new to research.

And it's not as though you don't seem to have some level of darkness in you. Just the other day you heard screams coming from the lower levels of Lord Diavolo's castle and followed them in spite of your fear, kind heart wanting to aid whoever was suffering.

According to Barbatos, you didn't even flinch when you found him torturing your parents, pliers still gripped around one of your dad's bloody fingernails.

Hell, you even asked to join in! (How Barbatos responded to that, I'll let you all imagine lol)

Also, Lucifer will never admit it, but he's quite possibly never felt more pride than the time you, Satan, and Belphie pranked him with a whoopie cushion on his desk chair. Normally he would have beat his brothers with it, but he could tell from the less than ideal invisibility cloak over the object that you were involved and hid a smile from prying eyes as he sat on what felt like his throne despite the ensuing fart noises.

And that's how his family of seven became eight once again.

[sukunasdumbestchef]

"Akaza takes care of a woman and her daughter"

"Akaza finds a girl injured, but still protecting her child… he decides to help, but it goes beyond what he thought…" >[reader] is identified by: girl, woman and [name]. She is an adult, her daughter's father is not mentioned, I left that to your imagination. >Type: fluff!!!!!!!! >Warning: violence mentioned. > Words: +6k

> forgive me for the spelling mistakes, I'm not fluent in English and I used the translator

Akaza's keen sense of smell picks up a smell of blood, which catches his attention. For lack of anything to do, he follows this scent, which leads him to a small house, where he hears faint cries.

Without bothering to remain silent, he opens the door, finding a common scene. An inferior oni feeding on a human, this oni sensed the presence of a superior being, causing him to run in fear. Akaza took another step, trying to detect the gender of the dead human on the ground. But the cries, that he heard outside before, drew attention again.

Akaza turns towards the sound, he found a girl on the ground holding a baby, she was hurt, it looked like she wouldn't be able to stand, maybe she tried to protect the baby. Normally, he would ignore any female presence, but without hurting them. But, in this particular case, the girl who cried while protecting her baby without caring about herself… made him feel something different.

He analyzed them… the way she holds the weakest, protecting the weakest… his eyes began to have a different vision. "Give a hand" was what he thought, with cautious steps he approaches the woman, taking a step. She backed away, crawling to the wall. Akaza stopped, raising her hand, demonstrating that she wasn't going to do anything. The woman did not lower her guard, but she stopped crying. Akaza crouched down and walked over to her. She shook her head frantically in fear of him.

"I won't hurt you" The oni told her. The woman stopped, even if she didn't trust it, she felt sincerity in that. “Your leg, can I check it?” She didn't answer Akaza's question, but he, trying not to force his hand, slowly analyzed the injuries, some scratches, other more serious injuries and a sprained ankle… "You can't walk, can you?" She disagrees. The baby, the complete opposite, without any scratches, he seems normal, he doesn't cry… she did a great job as a mother.

"You…demons, you destroy families…you killed my family…" The girl said, her throat dry from crying. Akaza looks at her, blankly.

"Yes, we eat the weakest ones, it's not something we hide…" Akaza replied. He took off his vest, and wrapped it around a serious wound of hers. The girl watches everything confused, his action contradicting what he just said…

"Wh- What? Why are you doing this if you're going to kill me?"

"I am not going to kill you." He responds, immediately as he heard the words 'kill me'. Akaza thinks, he now feels confused… because he is doing this, not killing or hurting women is his ideology, even though he doesn't know the reason… Now, helping women? Why does he feel this kindness toward them?

They both remain silent, on the floor… "Why are you different? I don't feel the same terror that I felt in the previous oni…" Akaza seems thoughtful with the question, he clears his throat, and replies:

"I'm different from all these insignificant onis. Let's say… I have a different view on everything…" The girl thinks about his words, she takes off the blouse that was over the kimono, wrapping it around the baby. The tears returning, as she looks at her dead relative on the floor. "Do you want me to bury them for you?" He makes a somewhat surprising offer… The girl hesitates, but looking at her own state and the defenseless baby…

"I want…" Akaza gets up, he goes to the body, picking up (what's left) of it and taking it outside. The girl closes her eyes, crying back. Akaza returns, even though he is uncomfortable with crying. He goes to her, his hand going behind her, she jumps in surprise, and in a second she is in his arms, he leaves her outside, sitting on the rock, where he can keep an eye on her as he buries her body in rocks. . The girl watches everything with tears, her only relative was killed… her only happiness was her baby…

Akaza finished his work, he went to her. "What's your name?"

"[name]…" she replied, wiping away her tears, while shaking the baby.

"Is she your baby?" He asks again, she nods. "It looks like you" He noticed, the girl looked at him, she's not afraid of him anymore… He sits next to her, her eyes never leaving his face. "What's your daughter's name?"

"Amaya…" Akaza looked at Amaya, the baby did the same. Akaza stretched his finger, until the baby. His finger gently caressed the baby's cheek.

"She's…small." Akaza wasn't sure what to say. Why he was having this moment with this woman… "Your leg, does it still hurt?" He changes the subject, stopping caressing the baby.

"Yes." They remain silent. Akaza sighs, and ends the silence.

"Do you know another relative of yours? Or a village? I'll take you there…"

"Yes, I have a relative who lives in a field, it's close to a huge lake, the one with big fish…" Akaza thinks, he goes to her house, comes back with a cloth, wrapping it around her and her daughter.

"Hold your daughter tight…" In an instant, with his strength he easily takes them both in his arms, his touch firm. He begins to walk with them, without any difficulty. “Are you comfortable?” She nods, even the baby seems comfortable. The little rocking that they gave while they walked, made the baby sleep, she seems to be calm and comfortable. After a while, Akaza felt a weight on his chest, the girl fell asleep. the oni felt something… incredibly good in his soul, he wanted to protect them both, he wanted to hold the baby until she fell asleep…

"[name]…[name]? Wake up…" She heard Akaza's voice, looked around and she was already close to her relative's house. "Is that the house?" She waves, rubbing her eyes, the night seems like it's about to end… Akaza arrives at the door, leaving the two on the floor. He squats. "Are you alright?

"I'm… thank you" Akaza feels the same feeling, he almost smiled at her, he noticed that her eyes were shining… "You… what's your name?"

"Akaza"

"Akaza… are you coming back?"

"…I will… I need to see you again… and you have a lovely daughter…"

He caressed the woman's cheek… And so, with this feeling of protection he left in the woman.

This was inspired by an image on pinterest… :D

[kurt-dontcry]

COD au idea help!

(Please inform me of any spelling errors or grammar mistakes I didn't check I'm literally writing this one hour before midnight)

Ok ok so listen listen. My brain is obsessed with an COD au idea. I'm not sure tho if I should go for it.

I'm only planning to mske this a short comic so probably only 1 chapter. Because A I'm still working on the Poltergeist Roach au and B I don't have a clue how to make this more than one chapter.

Au idea:

Ever heard of the show "Pantheon" ?honestly best show I've seen in a long time.

no? ok let me give you a quick run down on the premise. Some smart guy (don't exactly know what his job was/is) has figured out how to create an Uploaded intelligence (Ui for short) which essentially is an exact scan of someone's brain (the original brain gets destroyed during the scanning process) Uploaded to the internet and essentially a copy of the person with the same memories,senses, feelings and so on they are the same as their past self just faster and ... immortal. That guy essentially has the dream to create a perfect world where every human is an Ui, free from mortality. With endless possibilities he's willing to do everything to achieve it. (Btw the public is not aware of Uis)

So the show is essentially about those Uis and the conflicts they bring as well as the chances. For example people that don't have long to live being given another chance or people that never had a fair chance to begin with. But then there is also the dark side unethical experiments. Uis intentionally Uploaded to attack certain groups. Uis hacking into systems like the military to control weapons,steal data and so much more.

(For better explanation just watch the show please I wasn't able to cover everything In this explanation unless I wanted to turn one post into a 6000 word mini novel)

Yes or you have read the above

So essentially this concept but COD like Idk one of the 141 members getting injured during a mission and falling into a coma, that they are very unlikely to wake up from getting uploaded without their consent. leaving that person and the rest of the team struggling with the new reality. Some of them maybe not accepting it claiming that person got killed by the upload and so on.

soooooooo what do you think? Should I go for it?

(You can also use this idea for your own works if you want. no credit necessary after all I do not own either of these source materials. Would still be nice if you tell me tho I would love to see it)

[bubbleteasing]

In response to your last answered ask (not the same anon), I just want to let you know that your english is really really great, better than most native speakers that I know. The only mistakes I can think of are all spelling rather than comprehension or grammar issues. Even then, your spelling mistakes are so minor that I overlook them unless I'm reading a fic a second time... or a third time... or a fifth time... basically, any mistakes you have in your fics don't interrupt the flow of reading and your english skills are superb. Your fics' grammar and reading comprehension are all great and the quality of your stories/plot/characters are just so good overall that I don't think many readers would miss out on reading them just because of a few minor convention errors.

I do have a tip for new writers, though, and it's also something that you do really well in all your fics: one thing you must always remember is that whenever a new person is speaking, start a new paragraph.

Tea, you do such a great job at this... the chapter of acaat where reader and red go to couple's therapy comes to mind. I remember at the end notes of that chapter you said something about the dialogue (maybe that you thought there was too much of it? I don't remember exactly). The dialogue was not troublesome at all because it was natural and flowed well, but also because you started a new paragraph for each speaker, making it easy for readers to track who's saying what.

Basically, new writers, if you have multiple characters speaking and you put all their dialogue in one paragraph, it will be very confusing for readers to discern who is saying what, which can cause readers to have to reread and try to guess what's going on, and you don't want that. There are fics i've tried that are awesome in all other ways, but because they did not separate dialogue into different paragraphs, I just could not figure out who was saying what and could not understand the story. You could have all the english mistakes in the world, but it will still be readable if you lay your dialogue out correctly.

Anyway sorry for the long ask... I really appreciate all the work you've put into your fics, Tea! I hope anyone who reads this finds it helpful...

Oh wow, way to stroke my ego… thank you very much anon 😳 I know I still have a long way to go, but fuck it, I’ll take the compliment. Thank you ❤️

You’re so damn right!! I (personally) hate long paragraphs with different character’s dialogues. It’s hard to tell who’s saying what and honestly, I usually find myself dropping the entire fic because of that.

I actually went to check acaat and you’re right; it was on chapter 30 and I did say that I hoped it wasn’t too tedious to read since most of the chapter was just a very long dialogue (I personally love reading dialogues but I know I can’t speak for most people).

Even if you’re writing for the undertale fandom (yes, we know Papyrus’s the one speaking if you’re using capital letters, yada yada), you should separate the dialogue into different paragraphs to make it more fluid. It kind of makes me think everyone has the same voice if that makes any sense? Just let the characters take turns on each sentence 🤷‍♀️

I do have to say I just hate reading long paragraphs (not related to dialogues, just in general) so I end up avoiding writing them myself… which isn’t necessarily a good thing. I know I should describe surroundings to make people’s reading experience more immersive but here’s where my nonnative writer skills don’t come to light: using pretty words to describe common things are not my strength. I wish it was, but it isn’t.

Don’t be like me. Use paragraphs to describe things but separate dialogues when different characters are speaking.

Thank you very much for leaving this in my inbox! I hope the previous anon sees it.

[dragoninatardis]

I understand that Grammarly can be really useful, just as the spell and grammar checkers in Word can. I use it myself, and it's definitely a help online, where I have difficulty proofreading my comments.

BUT

When I see ads about people *learning* from Grammarly, it disturbs me a bit. Because the thing is, Grammarly is helpful for me, but only because I can look at what it highlighted and respond with "oh, yeah, that's a mistake," "no, that's correct; Grammarly is wrong," or "hm, I'm not sure; let me look that up."

Because Grammarly is wrong a LOT. Sometimes in ways that just don't make sense, and sometimes in ones that change the meaning. It's really into word conservation, trying to get rid of any words that aren't necessary, and while I think that *is* a good rule or guideline to put early in the learning process (one of those "learn it and break it," rules, or at least one where you can shift what you deem a necessity,) Grammerly goes so hard at this that it suggests deleting words that change meaning, as in this case from the other day:

My text: "(...) usually the ones who go to (...]"

Grammarly's suggestion: change to "usually go to (...)"

These do NOT mean the same thing.

They'll often miss on things like where to add commas, too, or how to conjugate something. Another example from yesterday, I wrote:

"I'm trying to write world-building notes and the red lines from the spell-check and Grammarly are annoying the heck out of me."

And there *is* a mistake there--there should be a comma after "notes." But that's not what Grammarly had a problem with. Grammarly wanted a comma between "spell-check" and "and," and the "are" changed to an "is."

And you know what? That's an understandable conclusion to reach if you're a computer program that doesn't have the ability to understand the actual meaning in the words being strung together. Which is why Grammarly is not something people should be relying upon to teach them writing or grammar. I could totally see a teacher suggest their students use it when drafting papers (just as I can a teacher saying, "run a spell-check," particularly before that became something you have to kind of go out of your way to *avoid.) But that's a supplementary tool, and if you have a student who's having real problems with grammar and the option of sending them to the writing center or some other resource with actual people helping, that's where you send them.

I know this is an issue where I have a lot of privilege, both in terms of formal education and (possibly even more so) family background. But my point, I think, or at least my conclusion, is that we can't rely on AI programs like this to close that gap for people. The technology just isn't there right now. Maybe someday it will be, but this is not that day. We need to keep working to give everyone the opportunity to learn these things early on and in a way that works for them, and we need to work on making resources that *actually* do what grammarly says it can be used for available to people who need them.

[steviewashere]

🧩 and 🌿 for the ask game!

I'm answering this with blurry vision because I've removed my glasses, but don't want to get up to use them. So...If there are any errors, we know why, lol. But thank you for the ask!

🧩 "What will make you click away from a fan fiction immediately?" Before I answer, you should know that I will read basically anything. If it piques my curiosity, then I'll start it, but will click away if I end up just not being into it. So that's one reason.

But I don't have many reasons to click away, honestly. If the formatting is weird (like all the text is one single block), I'll close tab. Simply because I have a hard time reading already (see the thing about my glasses above, lol), but if I've got glasses on, I might try to read it.

I'll also click away if the grammar and spelling is way too all over the place. Like, I can get behind some minor mistakes or something because I get that not everybody uses English as a first language, or maybe not everyone has the best ability to do a grammar check, or they don't have a beta. But if there are just random punctuation marks in places, I'll click away. Again, I think this is just because it makes it hard for my eyes to actually see and read the text. Accessibility is important, y'know?

🌿 "Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity." Oh, boy. Okay. This'll be a long one, buckle up.

Personally, if I find myself hitting a wall, I just close my writing off. I walk away from my computer, give myself a twenty or thirty minute break. Maybe lay down and listen to some music or watch a YouTube video.

It's important to take breaks. I feel that the advice of "pushing through" is just the key to making writing as an art not enjoyable or fulfilling. Over exerting your brain is terrible. So take breaks. Take as many as you want, y'know? That's my biggest advice when it comes to writer's block.

Low creativity, though. I find spikes in my creativity from a lot of things. For instance, my fic Your Body is Warm Next to Mine came from another person's idea on Twitter. Wish You'd Bother Me, Since Week Two, and It's Just a Talk all came from Tumblr prompts in my ask box. In it For the Long Haul (And Then Some) came from a memory I had of my mom's own struggle with amputation.

Creativity comes from everywhere, if you know where to find it. Word generators are excellent, they make some good one word prompts. Maybe a song that you listen to and really listen to the lyrics, which is how I got Two Slow Dancers (my platonic Stancy fic); it's inspired directly by "Two Slow Dancers" by Mitski.

I also would recommend writing in short bursts. Like 15 minute free writes where you take a singular prompt, say the word 'Eggs', and type or pen whatever comes to mind. Sometimes, you'll find your brain doesn't even care about eggs, but the process of making them. Maybe you end up writing something about Easter and religion, y'know? When you find yourself running out of information to write for the prompt, start writing other shit. Write out your shopping list, or when you need to take medication, list your favorite movies and why, put down some loose ideas about ships or pairings that you like. Write until that fifteen minutes is done, take a break, read what you have. See if any of that inspires you. Words don't have to mean anything, it's what you can pull from the words; if that makes sense.

And sometimes, to be creative, you have to be kind of goofy and stupid. If you're low on creativity, but you think of something ridiculous and you think: that might work. Then, who knows, it might work. Write stupid shit. Write terribly, you know?

But, at the end of the day, give yourself breaks. Take a breather and step away. Fan fic writing, or writing in general, is not content creation. You're not a machine churning out ideas. You're just a person with a passion. And to nurture that passion, you have to not suffocate it. Cause that'll fucking kill it. Which always sucks. Creativity and words will flow to you if you allow your brain the ability to catch its breath. Burn out is no fun, brother. Sometimes you just gotta not light the candle, cut the wick a little bit, before you can make it glow again.

——— That got a lot longer, but I hope that this is good? I don't know, haha.

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Do you have a process with your writing? It’s so good

Thank you! In practice it's not quite as neatly divided into steps, but the writing process basically looks like this:

Step 1: an idea approaches

I'm going about my day when suddenly I'm struck by a scene, a bit of dialogue, or — and these are usually specific to original fic ideas — a setting/magic system/historical event. Fanfic ideas can also come from questions about canon: The Hedgehog's Dilemma started with me asking myself 1) how Jamie would react to something like Wembley in season 1, and 2) how the relationship he's shown to have with Georgie in season 3 fits with what he says/is implied about it at the ghost bonfire.

Step 2: the world and characters

This step is definitely a bigger part of the writing process for original fic — this is where I flesh out the setting, the history, cultures, laws, and magic systems, draw the maps, create broad strokes character profiles, ect. — but it is also part of the writing process for fanfics, although it usually happens concurrent with or after step 3. The fanfic version is basically making a note of the timeline, coming up with or deciding on an interpretation of character backstories (depending on how much canon evidence there is), and just generally making sure I have a clear idea of who everyone is, what motivates them, how they see the world, ect.

Step 3: plot and character arcs

Before I start outlining, I let the fic percolate in my mind for a couple of days. If it didn't already happen during ideas phase, this is when I figure out what I'm trying to say thematically and get a sense of how the handful of scenes or the premise I have floating around would fit into a story. Once I have the main plot beats, and ending, and character arcs for the leads, it's outlining time.

Step 4: turn step 3 into an outline

If I already have a pretty good idea of the plot, I just get right to it and write all the scenes into a checklist, which is divided by chapters if it's not a one-shot. If I'm still working out some of the finer plotpoints, I write out everything I have so far in a list and then break that down into scenes. My outlines are usually general descriptions of a scene with notes on dialogue or the characters' emotions, and I'm not really strict about following it as I write, although I will go back and rework the outline if things are really going in a different direction than anticipated.

Step 5: write

For me, a lot of writing is about momentum: I enjoy it when I'm doing it regularly but I have a hard time getting back into it if I've taken a break, so I try to write every day, which I accomplish this by having a very low daily goal of 300 words. I'll often write more than that, but it's low enough to feel achievable when I'm busy or tired or just don't feel like it. Otherwise, my writing process is just to go through my outline in order and check off scenes as they're done.

Step 6: edit 😕

When I write fiction, I'll usually edit a chapter once or maybe twice before I post it. In my academic life, however, a solid 40% of the writing process is just editing, so here's how I do that in case anyone is looking for an editing process:

The read through: after I finish writing, I let it sit for a day if I have time, then read the entire thing. I'll usually fix minor grammar/spelling mistakes just to keep myself paying attention, but the goal here is to make note of structural problems. Is there a natural flow between scenes/ideas? Are there any parts that are repetitive or extraneous or, alternatively, is there anything missing?

Structural edit: fix the things I noticed on the read through.

Repeat steps 1 and 2 until I'm satisfied

Line edit: this is where I clean up the writing itself — spelling, grammar, making sure there's variation in sentence structure and word choice, ect.

[dominiquewritesthings]

How to Test your Story

While writing, you may be wondering how to check your story for any random errors or mistakes properly. Here's a great guide that'll show you how I check mine! 

Check the spelling and grammar. Typically, I don't have many grammar and spelling issues since I'm a native speaker, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't check for typos since they are common. Not only that but awkward phrases and incorrect wording happen to everyone. Because of this, it always pays to double-check to ensure your writing is quality. 

Check the directing through the web previewer, scene by scene. Typically, after I write dialogue and direct a scene I usually check the scene in its entirety when it's done, but once again it pays to double-check. Here I look for flow. This can be through dialogue and making sure that the characters are not stagnant. I also try to make sure the dialogue makes sense by reading it out loud or whispering it to myself. 

Check the directing in the Episode app. Some coding commands like typable choices don't show up in the web previewer, making it important to check in the app. You won't know if everything is to your standards until you check the app! 

Check the chapter plans with the chapter. Here I make sure my writing matches up with the plan I originally set. This is helpful to make sure I stay on task with my writing. It can help foster clear writing, and good structure and can contribute to an overarching theme. 

Make sure my goals are achieved. For chapters that need more structure, I try to write notes for an end goal. An example of an end goal might be "I want character A to get to know character B", so it can be helpful to double-check that this happens throughout the chapter. 

Make sure the chapter is interactive. I prefer to make my stories more interactive, so to ensure this I try offering clothing choices, makeup choices, customization, tappable overlays, choices, timed choices, and more! Of course, this is all optional, but if you like interactive stories I suggest you try to make sure your chapters have this. 

Time the chapter. Sometimes, I can tell if a chapter is going to be over my usual time or under just by looking at how long it takes me to write it, but I always try to double-check. I take out my stopwatch and read everything I write out loud, almost as if I'm reading the chapter for the first time! However long you make your stories, make sure you try and stay consistent. That way, your reader always knows what to expect. 

And finally, I try to do one last play-through to make s everything is fine. Once all the corrections I can think of are made, I play the chapter one last time before getting ready to publish. This should be as relaxing as possible, and if anything goes wrong, I repeat the steps and apply corrections.