#Idk this tip is directed at anyone at all I just wanted to share what I think is something distinctive about how I write

[ryiju-muunie]

i've been asking this a lot and no one do it😞😞

May you write a fic about Pirate sukuna X Mermaid reader??

PEARL

18+ viewer discretion is advised

mermaid!fem!reader/pirate!Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: pirate AU, dub-con, love at first sight, imprinting, sukunas personality is V complex here, soft sukuna, pining, kind of slow burn not really, drinking, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slight humiliation kink, ass job, cumshot [back] backshots? mermaid sex sort of, idk man I'm making this up as we go SORRY Word count: 4936 DESC: Ryomen Sukuna never believed in mermaids, until he met you

NOW WHY WOULD NO ONE DO THIS!?!? I had so much fun writing this omg I LOVE THIS

Fair warning: this is kinda shit IM SORRY I have a HEADACHE

Sun blessed Ryomen’s features, kissing against his brow and creating a tan he could never escape from. The waves crashed against his ship and made it rock ever so slowly, back and forth, as he walked across the deck. He wasn’t sure how long he had been at sea, maybe a month or so, but he wasn’t getting any closer to his goal. The wood made a faint clicking sound under his heel as he paced, waiting for something. There was an island his crew had been in search of for months, but it was becoming a distant dream. There was no evidence it truly existed other than a map he had found in the depths of a library. The paper crinkled against his pant pocket, always reminding the captain it was there. There was never a moment where it wasn’t on his person. He didn’t trust anyone but his younger brother, Yuji, and his half-brother Choso. The two made for adequate help on board, but they weren’t serious. They enjoyed drinking into the night and regaling stories of mermaids. Psh, like those existed. Ryomen knew that tall tales existed, but he didn’t believe anyone thought they were still true. 

Mermaids were the stuff of fiction. Although he had seen his fair share of weird shit, he drew the line at mermaids. Sirens too.

Yuji was leaning against the railing of the tip of the boat, staring off into the distance with squinted eyes. A small bandana wrapped around his forehead to stop more sunburns from creasing his skin, and to keep his hair clean from the sky. He was superstitious like that, always fearing too much sun could ruin his naturally pink locks. His brother was somewhat right, Ryomen’s hair was more washed out from sun exposure than Yuji’s. Choso was different, choosing to stay inside and tending to the food. His aura was melancholy and it reflected in how he walked, with a limp. 

The rest of the crew were either downstairs or tending to their duties, keeping a watchful eye on their captain. Sukuna was a scary man when angered, but docile all the rest of the time. Most days he rarely spoke a word, unless it was to his brothers. His voice never raised above a mutter, unless he was angered. If he was upset, the whole ocean could hear him. And if he was intoxicated. But he didn’t drink anymore. Someone had to watch over the boat and make sure looters stayed clear of it. 

Ryomen took this life very seriously, never straying from getting what he set out for. So it puzzled him as to why the island hadn’t appeared. They were in the right direction, they did everything right! So why was it so hard to find this treasure? It could buy him a new life, and his brothers a better life. That’s all he wanted. All the other men would rave about the riches and the women, but he didn’t care for that. Women never caught his eye, he instead cared for his family. Or, surprisingly, the misfortuned. His crew was made up of people who needed a second chance at life, people who wanted to start over. He never judged anyone’s past. He had no right to. He was just a lost soul floating on Earth as well. 

“Ryomen,” Yuji’s voice broke through his thoughts, stopping his footsteps against the sun-washed wood. He raised his head and stared at his brother, waiting for him to continue, “Do you think we should anchor for the night?” 

“Anchor?” One of his eyebrows quirked, “Now why would we do that?” It was rather odd to suggest such a thing. But the more the captain thought about it, the more it made sense. The wind wasn’t very strong today, making the ship keep at an almost standstill for the majority of the day. Anchoring could let everyone get a good night's rest for a longer journey the next day. Although Ryomen didn’t typically sleep at night. Someone had to keep watch, and he wanted his crew to be awake in the morning than at night. He didn’t mind losing out on some daylight hours if it meant keeping up productivity. The only reason he was awake now, was because it was an hour and a half until sunset, when his job began. 

“Well,” his brother tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips together hesitantly. He had a stupid idea, “I was thinking we could have a bit of a party! Raise morale and make everyone a little less … depressed!” 

Ryomen raised his hand and waved it in the air dismissively, “No one’s depressed. I’d know if they were, brat.” 

He frowned, “They so are. Everyones been sluggish for days. Just one night of partying should reset us!” The boy perked up and waved his hands in the air, trying to convince his older brother, “C’mon! Ask Choso, I’m right.” 

“Choso would only agree with you to spite me,” the man grumbled, looking away for a moment. Something caught his eye and made him stop. It was something shiny bobbing in the water, a few yards from the boat. A bright color, flowing across the sea in an almost blob-like fashion. Like… hair. Ryomen didn’t hear Yuji’s further protests, boots squeaking on the deck as he marched over to the side of the boat. He placed two of his rough hands on the railing and peered down, astonished when the blob was gone. It was weird. Just … disappeared into thin air as if it hadn’t been there just seconds before. 

Yuji tapped his brother's shoulder, groaning into his ear, “C’monnnnn Ryommennnnnnnnnnn! Just one party!!” Like an incessant child who wanted a toy at the grocery store, he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. 

He looked over at the boy with a muddled expression. Eyebrows furrowed together, he found himself searching his memories for an answer. Ryomen had seen unusual things before on the ocean, but never like that. Were his eyes playing tricks with him? Deceiving and pulling him from reality? Or were those tall tales really true? Nonsense, he shook his head, there wasn’t any reason to think that. His eyes were playing tricks on him, that had to be it. The pirate looked over at his brother once again, seeing his pleading expression, and nodded. 

There would be a party. 

Just because you were a mermaid didn’t mean you were a special one. You considered yourself normal, in every sense of the word. A regular mermaid with a regular life, who went to work and came home at the same time every day. Swam the same channels and hung out with her friends on the weekend. You didn’t find yourself longing for more or wishing you were special. You were content. That was until you noticed the shadow. You had heard of humans before and been told the same story. Don’t go up to the surface, they could spot you and kill you. Humans feared the unknown and mermaids were exactly that. You followed and respected the rules, so your curiosity never got the better of you, until you noticed the shadow. 

It was a large shadow cast over your coral reef home, making it almost impossible to see. At first, you thought they were building a new mall overhead or perhaps a new traveling show in town. But as you swam closer to the surface, with the cooler water brushing against your fins, you realized it was human. A ship. You had heard of ships before yet you had never seen one this close to your home. Housing closer to the surface was cheaper for being more dangerous, but you didn’t think you were that close.

The boat was brown, and covered in wood panels. Something came over your brain as you swam closer and closer, taking in the bottom side. One of your hands reached out before you and touched the cold wood, brushing against the edge with your fingertips. It was foreign to you. You had never let yourself explore before. You had never let yourself be curious before. It was an addicting feeling. Your eyes glazed over as your tail propelled you further up until your head was bobbing out of the water. Long hairs, of different colors spread out across you, hiding your form in a cave of strands. You watched with interest at the top of the boat, your eyes catching on one man in particular. 

He was gorgeous. Pink hair, pushed up in a spikey fashion, with the under part shaved and a dark brown color. His cheekbones were high and hollow, signaling he hadn’t had a good meal in months. But his body showed otherwise. The constant running, walking, and standing, meant he was built. Arms, covered in black ink, broke out from his sleeveless shirt and flexed in the sunlight. Ink covered his neck, lightly stopping by his jaw. It dipped into his front, and you just knew there was more. He hadn’t noticed you yet, staring at a boy who looked similar to him. They were talking about something you couldn’t hear, but from reading their lips, you deciphered his name. 

Ryomen. It was an ancient name, something you hadn’t heard before. You wanted to think about it more and admire him from afar, but he turned his head and spotted you. He didn’t see you, but your hair flowed before you in the water. It made your heart drop to see his face contort. It wasn’t hatred, but a look of shock, followed by disbelief. As he walked closer to the edge of the boat, you made your decision and dove back under the water, floating backward to hide yourself in the depths of the waves. 

The night rolled around faster than the pirate captain had anticipated. Stars lit up the sky and illuminated the ship, although most of the light came from the lanterns strung across columns. He didn’t drink but opted to sit on a barrel and watch as his shipmates did. They all danced around and sang as if there wasn’t a care in the world. He would’ve danced with them, or done something lively, but he couldn’t get that image out of his head. He had seen something in the water, something alive. It watched him through a veil of thick-colored hair, that bobbed in the ocean’s water. And it ran away the moment it realized he had seen it.

“Ryomen,” a voice behind the man made him jump. He looked over and saw his half-brother, with a tired look across his features, staring back at him, “You should dance.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“Ryomen,” he said knowingly, “stop worrying and enjoy yourself.” 

“I said I’m-” but he was cut off again by a pointed look from Choso. He was hot-headed, sure, but Choso was another level if angered. Ryomen let out a breath and got up, slipping off his jacket. Yuji had brought his fiddle, playing some tune everyone had heard of. It was simple but drowned out by the voices of their laughter and singing. It was a cheery moment, filled with more screams once their captain got up and bowed dramatically. 

“Captain!” A crewmate, Nobara, chided. She strolled over to him and took his hand, “Dance with me, will ya?” She was about Yuji’s age, which made her almost a younger sister in his eyes. He took her hand and put another on her shoulder. With one movement he picked the younger girl up and set her feet atop her shoes, striding around the deck with a small smile. She giggled and laughed, holding onto him so she wouldn’t fall. It even made him smile wider, which was strange considering he used to never smile until he met his crew. They all … softened him. Showed Ryomen a side of himself he hadn’t known before. 

The captain didn’t notice, in fact, no one noticed they had a guest. From a gap in the railing, a small hole, you watched. You never left. Your curiosity was starting to get you into more dangerous situations, hanging off the edge of the boat all to see a man who didn’t know you existed. You watched him as his face contorted into a smile, echoing laughter radiating from his chest. It calmed you, to see this side of him. Watching him dance and have an amazing time, all without realizing someone was watching. 

They danced for another hour and drank for several. But you never left. You ducked your head when the crewmates got close and peeked up to meet Ryomen’s rugged face. He didn’t notice you, no one else did. They were lost in their own world and you were more thankful than ever. His eyes had softened and his smile was radiating, so you were surprised when everyone had left that it… disappeared. The captain put his coat back on and looked around. He didn’t do much to the bottles lying across the deck, or the garbage, opting to kick it with his shoe. There was a hollow look on his face and you desperately wanted to know why. What changed him from turning so happy and charismatic into… that? You had to admit, it was hot. And you had to admit, you were beginning to feel a way about this man you had never felt about anyone before. A loud heartbeat thumped in your ears and made the world slightly fog over, in a daze. 

You had imprinted on him. 

It’s a bit self-explanatory, but I’ll explain it for a bit. Seeing someone, the someone in mermaids sets off a biological code. They can tell from the moment they meet that person that that’s their lover, their someone, for the rest of their lives. It was complex, seeing as you were two different species. And, seeing as he didn’t even know your existence. You couldn’t get the feeling out of your head that he was meant to be yours, in some universe or lifetime.

You didn’t realize it, from all this info dumping, but being out of the water for so long had dried up your tail, causing you to transform. A bit more lore, if you will. Mermaids, in any body of water, will form a tail around their legs as a protective barrier. Although, out of the water their legs are shown and they can use them, it’s illegal and forbidden to even go above the water and test this theory out. Many mermaids who've tried to live undercover as humans always get outed in some way or another, so after so many terrible disastrous stories, the king outlawed it. You always followed the rules, but you knew it would happen. Looking down, you gasped and stared for a moment before warmth spread across your inner legs. 

Masturbating as a mermaid was always kind of a chore, finding the sensitive spot over your tail and rubbing until you got somewhere took forever. But you always heard stories from your more adventurous friends that masturbation with legs was heavenly. Your eyes glanced from your bare legs back to Ryomen who was seated on another barrel and staring at the open ocean. It was so wrong, to touch yourself in front of someone who had no idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed onto the ledge and slid one of your hands in between your legs, spreading apart your foreign folds. It was wet and slippery, but a different kind of wetness. Not from water, but natural lubrication. Your teeth found your bottom lip, biting down to suppress a noise when your fingers brushed over a sensitive spot. Was this the clit? It felt so good, that you started to focus solely on it. Rubbing small circles over your clit and praying you wouldn’t be too loud. 

It felt like you were on fire, watching the captain and imagining what he would do to you. His cock, because human cocks were much better than mermaid cocks, you’ve heard, would feel so good in your wet pussy. You could imagine him stretching you out and fucking into you with such sheer force it would hurt. It would be different from the sex you’ve had before, no more men laying eggs in you. But instead, pumping bucket loads of sperm inside your tight hole. Your fingers slipped into your cunt, three at a time. Small noises escaped from your mouth and before long you began to unravel. You could see it on the horizon, and feel the orgasm building in your stomach. It was so good, it was so hot. You tried your hardest not to moan too loud, but you did. It was a small noise that could have been passed off as a grunt or perhaps a pained noise. But he knew. 

Ryomen’s head snapped in your direction and he saw your face contorted in some kind of pleasure. You pressed your lips together and widened your eyes, thinking of something to do. But in that moment, you were frozen. It was fear, but it was excitement. You had been caught and humiliated, and it felt so hot. Your fingers trailed up from your pussy and to the ledge, glistening in the light. The captain just stared at you for a moment, trying to wrap his head around what exactly to do next. He was face to face with a mermaid of some sort, who he had just heard moan. He stood up and slowly made his way over to you, boots squeaking. 

“You,” he gruffed, kneeling to look you over. You stared up at him with wide eyes. He was gorgeous up close too, something out of a fairytale. You wanted to extend your hand and reach out for him, let him pull you up and into his embrace. 

“Me,” you repeated sheepishly, a hazy blush forming at your temple. Ryomen reached for your hand and took it, looking over your delicate skin. You went to continue, but he pulled you up. You gasped and let go of the ledge, then found yourself being thrown backward into the water. When your frame hit the water, a shriek escaped your lips and was cut short. 

“You!” You gasped, breaking the surface tension and appearing back from the waves, “What the hell was that for?!?” He raised a calculated eyebrow and nodded, standing up. The captain's body shifted from side to side as he debated a response. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he decided if he should even respond to you, or leave you to drown. Of course, you wouldn’t drown, but it was the thought behind it that left a sour taste in your mouth. 

“You’re a siren. Some kind of temptress trying to infiltrate my crew,” he spoke proudly as if he had come to the right conclusion. You stared up at him with a dumbfounded expression. How could he be so far from the truth? You weren’t there to tempt him into diving in and drowning, that was an outdated stereotype. The majority of the mermaids and sirens you knew didn’t want anything to do with humans. Why would he think that? In all honesty, you just wanted to feel his skin again. When he grabbed you, you had a chance to feel his rough calloused hands against yours. He was strong and warm—a warmth you had never experienced before. 

“I wasn’t gonna-” A frown pulled at your lips, swimming forward to the base of the ship. With force and a lot of groaning, you made your way back up to the ledge with arm strength alone. The man watched you without a caring look in his eye. To him you were here to ruin his mission, the quest he had taken so long for. You were … his enemy. You weren’t sure how to make him see you didn’t want any harm, but rather him. In those few hours of just watching Ryomen and seeing him operate, you had begun to fall for him, even imprinting on his being. It was a tale as old as time, a creature falling in love with a human who couldn’t want anything to do with them. You had heard it play out before, but you wanted to try. Something about him felt different, even if his initial reaction was the same.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the words flowed out of your mouth gently, taking the captain by surprise. You saw it in the way his eyebrow twitched, and the corners of his mouth pulled down into a frown, “I’ve been watching you all today. You intrigue me, Ryomen.” 

“How do you know my name, wench?” He sneered back at you, a cold wall in place of the warm exterior you had seen moments prior with his crew. 

“I heard it. I heard a lot.. I don’t want to hurt you,” you looked down at your hands, then to your tail that flowed in the small breeze, “I don’t want to hurt you or your crew.” 

He was silent for a moment, lips pressed into a line. He stared at you with an expression that was hard to read. Thinking, calculating, and figuring out his next move. Ryomen was truly stunned. He had never expected a siren to be real and approaching him. And he had never expected one to be so … beautiful. The captain had to admit, he was captivated by your beauty from the moment he saw your orgasm face. Yeah, he knew what you were doing. He didn’t want to think about how it turned him on to be watched like that, hear your sweet moans fill the salty air.

Sukuna knew the tale, a beautiful siren would take in a captain and make him jump. He knew it all too well, so he couldn’t trust you, not even if he wanted to. A part of him did want to. He noticed the fact you grew legs, followed by a tail in their place. He could see the appeal of drying you off and fucking a baby into you, then throwing you overboard and leaving. But something was different. There was a genuine tone in your voice and there was a genuine flutter in his heart. He would never admit this, or show you his warmth as he did his crew. You were a stranger who deserved nothing but a cold exterior and a cold heart. 

“Then what do you want?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. You let a moment pass, silence falling all around you. You didn’t want to say it because the answer would make you completely and utterly vulnerable. But you had to, you had to say something.

“You.” The words rang in Ryomen’s ears for a few moments as he stared at you with incredulous eyes. You wanted him? Even after he threw you into the ocean for dead, you wanted him? You wanted this man when he showed you nothing, not kindness, not hatred, just nothing? He didn’t want to believe he had just accidentally captivated you so much that you’d fall for him, in hours no less. The captain stood and watched you, taking in your form. Your hair was covering bits of your face, and blue scales covering bits of your skin. It didn’t cover your breasts, exposing your perked nipples to the cold wind. It didn’t cover the skin of your stomach, how your rolls were accentuated in the light. 

He couldn’t deny he was a little bit curious, and the curiosity was turning into a perverted lust building in his abdomen. He had a mermaid at his will, a pretty one too, willing to do anything for him. The man could tell, from how you stared at him. So in love. It was cute, it made even his heart flutter just a bit. But it was still Ryomen, as warm as he was to his crew he was still a cold-hearted man. And he was a man. A lonely man, who hadn’t seen someone look at him with such love in his whole life. It was intoxicating, how you devoted yourself without thinking. Imprinting. He had read about it but never seen it in person. Hell, he had never seen a mermaid in person before. It was all new to Ryomen. There were mixtures of love, lust, warmth, coldness, confusion, love- love? He didn’t know you! How could he love you? But… it wasn’t natural. There was a pull, different from his other thoughts. It took over his thoughts and made him forget those perversions. It made him want to kneel and take your hand, pulling you from the water and holding you close. Was this the effect of your imprinting somehow rubbing off of him? Or was it… being shown unbridled love and affection that made Ryomen crumble?

Ryomen didn’t say anything, leaning down and taking your hand. His eyes intimately met with yours, as his hand enveloped yours. You looked down at him and a small gasp escaped your lips when he lifted you, without breaking a sweat. His arm flexed in the dull light, and you collapsed against his chest. Wet, you clung to him and rested your face against his pectorals. 

“You… want me?” You murmured, not bothering to look up at him. 

“I don’t know. I’m drawn, I’ll say that.” his breath was warm against your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up. He was holding you up, so your tail didn’t drag on the ground. It wasn’t long or big, so it didn’t make a loud commotion as he set you down on the deck, “You.. need to dry off, huh?” 

Your head nodded, thinking that would be that. You didn’t expect him to pick you up again, laying you on your stomach. A moan-like breath escaped from your lips, “Ryomen?” You turned slightly to watch, but something stopped you in your tracks. He was drawn to you, in more ways than one. It was your imprinting, rubbing off on him, making you drunk on his scent. Yes, Sukuna had his own will, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Your eyes, maybe that’s what it was? Those tales of sirens were right, except it wasn’t just lust he was feeling. Maybe he was imprinting as well? If humans ever could. Love at first sight, which caused massive arousal on his part. 

The entire point I’m trying to drill home is, that the captain was (whether he liked it or not) stuck with you, and he did like it. You couldn’t control your desires for him as much as he could. You knew he was the one and that aura surrounding yourself brought him in, making him feel safe. But onto the matter at hand? His erection was out, glistening in the pale light. You bit your bottom lip as you saw it bob from his left hand slowly stroking up his shaft. He didn’t know how mermaids consummated, because your penetration hole was not behind you, so you weren’t entirely sure what he was doing. 

Then you felt it, he pressed his length against your asscheeks, frotting it back and forth to create stimulation. A small whine came falling from your bite-swollen lips, feeling the foreign sensation, “I think… we’re going to have to get to know each other,” Ryomen breathed out between his thrusts in between your asscheeks. 

You said your name lowly, giving a brief description of your life. It was boring, with no parents and no siblings. So you had no qualms about leaving and starting over with this hot sailor. He nodded to your story and asked questions about different aspects. For him rutting into your behind, it was oddly casual. As if the two of you had silently agreed, this was normal, and you were now committed. Then he narrated his tale, growing up an orphan with two younger brothers to take care of. How he wanted a better life for his siblings and by doing this exploration, he’d get that. At points, the two of you forgot he was even humping your ass to begin with. It was so intimate, that detail slipped your mind. 

It didn’t though, when his grip on your hips tightened, sharp nails digging into your scaled skin. He gaped and groaned, throwing his head back. You felt so good, different than the women he had fucked before. You were good and quiet, letting him hump you until he was about to cum. Then Ryomen leaned back and stroked himself to completion, spilling all on your pretty little back. You gasped and shuddered at the cold sperm, dripping onto your lower back. 

“Warning, next time,” you breathed out, looking back at him. 

Ryomen smiled and nodded, “Of course. Are you dry yet?” 

You looked down at your still very mermaid bottom half and glanced back at him, “Do I look dry?” A hearty laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head as you continued, “Just a few more minutes. Am I officially coming home with you? I mean, I’d like to, if you’re offering.” 

“I don’t think I have a choice. I just came on your…” He trailed off, “I don’t even know why I,” another laugh, “Did that. I think you imprinted- or maybe I imprinted? I just… feel something for you I’ve never felt for anyone else before.” 

“You mean it?”

“Mean it.”

[professional-yearner]

Jumping off of the Order 66 question from a few weeks ago, I have to wonder; what if their cyare is a Jedi (one-sided) or a force sensitive? (Actually I wonder if force sensitivity is a gray area bc the orders were to annihilate Jedi specifically but anyway...)

I think things would go about the same, personally! Ultimately, in my own headcannon (that obviously doesn't really reflect canon), the clones obsession with these people that have been kind to them when so many others have not would sort of short-circuit their programming (organic chip or not, good treatment your not used to can change your whole brain chemistry!). The twisted love they have for these individuals after being deprived for their whole lives of care and consideration would override their urge to purge them, Jedi or not. (And I think force sensitives fall under this umbrella too, I dont think the chip is picky lol)

Unpopular opinion, though; I don't know how many clones would be overly obsessed with their jedi.

Of course, I'm sure some are at least fond or protective, but how many would tip the scale over to obsession I'm not sure.

I think, unfortunately, Slick had a point. The jedi are largely complicit in the clone's treatment and don't go out of their way to make their lives easier, some not valuing them as anything other than cannon fodder (Ki-Adi-Mundi when I CATCH you-)

Of course, jedi see the value in all life to some extent, but going out of their way to care and treat the clones with tenderness and consideration is just something that's not realistic with them following the jedi rule of attachments. Also, (not to excuse it) war hardens a person, especially a general. It's not too much of a shock to see that a lot of them have to gloss over the clones and resist the urge to form connections with them.

Instead, I raise you obsessed Jedi. So repressed and torn with their forbidden attachments to the clones, they either find themselves becoming increasingly infatuated with both the clones and you. (Or in competition with you, but thats a another sermon for another Sunday.)

They see how tender and sweet you are with the clones, they appreciate how much you do for them that they themselves cannot. (Maybe even find themselves wondering what that tenderness and care would feel like directed at them.) They would even be willing to share you with the clones if they would allow it. Which in my opinion, most clones would be wary of. Even if said individual left the jedi order just to be with them and you.

The clones have at best experienced cordial to lukewarm treatment from their jedi, (despite how the individual might want it, there are rules), they don't want to share with anyone they don't feel close with. Even if they do feel some comradery towards them, it's cultivated more of a bond you would have with your superior at work than a friendship in most cases. (Or a sibling bond, as I believe Rex and Ahsoka have, which I do think could lead to a platonic yandere fixation!)

So, it is very complicated in my opinion, but idk you can ignore this if you want 😭 I don't know how many people will agree or even understand this I'm mostly just rambling about my own theories and feelings.

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“Hen,” he says very slowly and patiently so she doesn’t get the wrong idea. “I’m not gay.” 

“Eddie,” she says with a barely contained edge of exasperation that can only be perfected by someone who deals with very young children or a stream of incompetent, rude, bigoted, ignorant assholes on a regular basis. “Liking men doesn’t automatically mean ‘gay.’ There’s infinite variation between ‘gay’ and ‘straight.’ It’s not an ‘either/or’ situation. Sexuality is complex, multilayered. Gender identity is the same way. People don’t fit in neat categories.”

Eddie lets out a sigh that is almost as agitated as he is, and he tries very hard not to roll his eyes. No one wants to be on the end of an annoyed, grumpy Hen. “I’m not bi either. I’m not being—” When he tries to think of a word to describe what he’s trying to describe, and comes up with nothing. His mind is blank. Zero. Run dry. Wiped clean of everything. Much like the whole of his love life or sexuality or whatever they’re going to call it. He settles for, “Like that. I’m not homophobic. I love you. And Karen. And I don’t— There’s nothing wrong with it. I don’t think there is. I don’t have a problem with anyone being gay or whatever else. I’m just not— I’m not. Queer. That’s not me. I’m not—”

His breath stops and his words fail and he’s pretty sure his hands and fingers go numb. Somewhere across the station, Buck laughs. He’s laughing. In a bright, joyous, throw your head back and burst with happiness from the depths of your whole heart and soul. Because Buck is like that. He’s glowing, wonderful, pure sunshine and warmth. 

And Eddie knows his voice. Eddie knows his laugh. 

Eddie knows his smile and his warmth and his endless loyalty and devotion so well that it makes his own chest tighten. 

How can anyone breathe properly in the face of something so magnificent? How can anyone’s heart not rush after hearing him, watching him, knowing him? 

It’s normal. There’s nothing extraordinary about it. Buck is extraordinary but this isn’t extraordinary. If you watched a vivid sunset or held a sleeping child or ate your favorite meal or heard your favorite song or somehow found peace, contentment, reprieve from loneliness— it’s only reasonable that you’d get a flood of happy chemicals through your body that make you feel pleasant. 

That’s all it is. There’s nothing more to it. 

Eddie swallows hard and his skin prickles electric danger in the air all around him. “I can’t be. It’s not that— I’m not being— I’m just not. That. I can’t be that.” 

Hen’s gaze narrows like she’s diagnosing problems and wow, does Eddie need their shift to be over immediately. Why has it only barely started. She tips her head, looks at him sideways, looks elsewhere in the station like maybe in the direction of Buck and his laugh and his happiness and life-giving sunshine. “You can’t be that,” she says still without looking at him, like it’s not a question and she’s not expecting an answer, and there are alarms in his head and knots in his stomach and neon warning lights everywhere. 

That’s right. He can’t be that. He can’t be and he’s not, and it has nothing to do with sexuality or orientation or homophobia or fucked up expectations for someone of a certain gender. 

And Hen of course zeros in on that. “You can’t be queer,” she says again like it’s so simple and easy and fragile and why does it feel thinner than ice in 120° Los Angeles summer? “Because then you could be in love with Buck.”

Is it hot in here? Of course it’s hot in here. It’s far too hot and Eddie has on too many layers. Not that he wants to take off anything because Buck — and Chimney but Chim isn’t the whole fucking issue here — bounds up the stairs and over to the sofas where Eddie and Hen were drinking coffee and not discussing anything. They weren’t talking and there were no comments or incriminating accusations made. Buck plops himself right next to Eddie (because why wouldn’t he) and then launches into a story, something Chim had been telling him about Jee-Yun and Maddie and bubble soap, and Buck is beaming and clearly trying not to get too animated or bouncy with his wild gestures and reenactments. 

But maybe that’s only clear to Eddie. Because he knows how Buck gets when he’s excited and how he tries to hold himself back and it makes tension wind through his back and shoulders and thighs—

And Eddie is not thinking about Buck’s thighs. 

Eddie is not looking at Buck at all. 

No one can look directly at the sun. They’ll only be burned. They’ll only be blinded. 

It would only ruin everything. 

But there’s warmth next to Eddie. Enough that his skin is too cold, too icy, and his heart is too frozen, and of course none of Eddie dating ever works and of course Eddie never feels anything. There may be faraway stars but his universe spins around and pulls him into the sun. There’s only one sun. There’s only one Buck. 

He smells like coconut and vanilla. Sweetness and softness that’s rare and rich and decadent. They’re not even touching but he’s so close, they could. If they wanted. 

If he wanted, he could touch. If he wanted, he could pull Buck into his arms and kiss him and Eddie could love him the way he should be and Eddie would never let him feel undeserving or like he isn’t enough and Eddie wouldn’t let go of him for a single moment.

Eddie can’t think like that. He can’t because he’s not into anyone, never will be into anyone, and that’s the end of it. 

He’s not in love with Buck. He can’t be. It’s impossible. 

Buck laughs again as he finishes his story and immediately turns to Eddie with his big blue eyes and his bright smile and his effusive personality. 

Eddie smiles back, he tries to but knows it’s weak and that anyone could see through it. But Buck especially will be able to. So, Eddie does what he does best. 

He gets up and runs. 

[snowfairie]

snowfarie’s manifesting tips for dolls with ADHD ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

disclaimer: i’m just speaking from my own experiences as someone with adhd and this can apply to ANYONE! but speaking from experience it’s nice to have things broken down and simplified cause often times i can over complicate something very natural and easy and it can become a chore so why not both keep myself on track and share my knowledge!

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   what’s the easiest and simplest way to manifest?

affirming. i am a FIRM believer of that and have been since childhood because it’s something that’s so natural to you that most times you do it subconsciously! as a kid i had certain adults around me make me say affirmations DAILY and looking back i realized why!

repetitiveness will always equal to success, and with adhd it can be daunting and also all around frustrating to focus in on desired thoughts. some tips that i think help is writing and speaking, writing your affirmations down helps engrave it into your skull more in my opinion and speaking things into existence can never go wrong. you do it anyway.

if you’re trying to focus on self concept and one of your affirmations are “i’m deserving of my desires” it can sometimes feel like your brain will purposefully do everything in its power to focus on all but that sentence, telling yourself out loud to stop and then saying the affirmation is something that has helped loads. any this sounds silly but if i’m having a day where i’m really tweaking out i’ll envision my desired thought quite literally beating down the negative thought like… i’ll imagine a fat ass fist pounding down on it and it helps i stg

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   have direct guidelines and influences!

write down exactly what you want and who you wanna be, and it’s nothing wrong with taking inspo. idk if this is all ppl with adhd but i take things very literal so consuming techniques and other ppls rules can sometimes mess with what i know works for me and i start to go back and forth and confuse myself, and confusion is already common enough with adhd i fear. your aren’t OBLIGATED to take what everyone says into account you’re just observing and plucking what sticks so make your own guide.

i have a journal specifically for this and ONLY this. and i make it as simple as possible, the affirmations are simple, the goals are direct and short, and i make a mini list of my core inspirations and what about them i want to have part of my reality.

ex:

some of my inspirations consist of the following:

london tipton

toni childs

jennifer check

tiffany new york

what are some traits these women have that i want?

- they don’t do any heavy lifting

- make men do all the work

- don’t let others walk all over them but usually will take accountability if they know they’re wrong (ntm on jennifer)

- never leave the house looking a mess (even when jenny did look a “mess” she was still gorg)

what are my goals?

to have 10k in my bank acc

affirmations

i’m so thankful for the 10k in my bank acc

AM I MAKING SENSE? LOL like keep it sweet and cute cause at one point i’d also get caught up in specific wording like twin just vibe, you know what your intentions are.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   keep it fun, it’s your life not a chore!

this may appeal to a more creative collective but something that i do that keeps me saturated in the head space in drawing/animating and the sims. idk if ppl have spoke abt this before and i wouldn’t doubt it but drawing/animating yourself in your dr is so yummy or creating a damn save file of your dr in the sims? you can make lore, your dream wardrobe, your desired appearance, dream home/apartment, partner, job literally give yourself the clearest and most visual and interactive way of helping you develop and get a clear understanding of your dr. AND you’ll be more than likely be spending long periods of time on it which means you’ll be thinking about it longer so it’ll be easier to focus on.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   EVERYTHING starts in the mind

someone had to think of tumblr and focus on the reality of it existing before it existed. it sounds corny but sometimes the most obvious statement is what needs to be heard, that’s why we’re constantly telling ppl to “be yourself” it’s like.. duh? but you’re quite literally conditioned after a certain age to NOT be yourself and sometimes that cliche yet simple reminder is what’s needed.

someone had to think of hello kitty before she became a reality, someone had to think of a building layout before conveying the idea to someone to help them make it a reality, you had to imagine an outfit before you put it together and was able to see it in your 3d. and when your mind is focused on a specific stream of thought patterns new ideas will shove themselves in and that’s what’ll get you to make the next decision to get closer and closer or just having these desired thoughts raise your vibrations making you vibrate on the same frequency as your desires.

the way i’m explaining it may come off as vague i’m not sure but truly simplifying it as much as possible makes it easier to digest bc again, manifesting should be and IS natural and easy. also catching yourself and being aware how you speak can help reshape your mind.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

and MOST MOST MOST IMPORTANT ESP W MY NEURODIVERGENT BABES. give yourself some goddamn grace! negative thoughts are gonna pop up i HATEE when manifestation posts talk abt how you shouldn’t have this and that, regardless you’re still human operating under a very powerful brainwashing system that conditions you to be close minded while at the same feeding you a false sense of hope, you’re gonna have moments where a conflicting or negative thought comes in. let that ho pass and immediately interrupt it with what you wanna hear.

AND ALSO those posts that are like “you gotta put in the hard work and it may take years but it’s part of the process.” it’s not if you don’t want it to be. life can be as easy and effortless as you want it to be if that’s what you believe you deserve.

like the icon ms.montana once said “life’s what you make it so let’s make it rock”

[drabbles-mc]

Tailed

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

For Day 3 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: rope burns/knife to throat/"hold still"

Warnings: 18+, angst, injury, murder, language

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's been a minute since I've written for Happy, I feel like. I love this dude. I think he deserves a woman who is willing to kill for him idk.

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The bag that had been over his head for a while now didn’t bode well for him. The ropes that were binding and ripping the skin of his wrists and ankles didn’t exactly spell out good news for him either. He wasn’t too worried, though. It was concerning, sure, but it was far from the first time he’d found himself in circumstances like this. Knowing him, it probably wouldn’t be the last either.

He had a gut feeling that whoever it was that had snagged him, and whatever their issues were with him, weren’t exactly related to the club. It was no secret that the MC had its fair share of enemies, and that particular laundry list of people would’ve been a good place to start, but as far as Happy knew he was alone. And none of the people who had captured him had called anyone. If it was something to do with the MC, someone would’ve asked him about it or made some sort of phone call by this point, but there was nothing. He wondered if the club even realized yet that he had been snatched up.

Whoever these people were, they definitely wanted him for personal reasons. Happy didn’t find that to be surprising in the slightest either. With all the people he knew and the things he’d done, he’d built up quite the roster of people who would like to see him dead or dying.

No one had said anything to him since he got thrown into what he was assuming was a van of some kind. He was sitting upright so he knew that they hadn’t tossed him in the trunk of some car, and the fact that there was a cushion underneath him let him know that he wasn’t just getting tossed into the back of some U-Haul. None of those details helped him figure out who had him and why.

Since no one said anything to him, he didn’t say anything to them. He wasn’t like Tig—he wasn’t in the habit of being chatty and making things worse. Sometimes his dedication to silence also made things worse, but it wasn’t quite the same.

Happy had no concept of time as they continued to drive to wherever their mystery destination was. He could hear the murmurs of the people in the car but they weren’t talking loud enough for him to make anything out. He listened for a GPS, or even to try and catch one of them giving directions to the other, but there was nothing. The entire time he was waiting and listening, he was trying to work at the ropes around his wrists. He could feel it ripping at his skin, but he still kept at it. Again, it wasn’t the worst pain he had ever endured. It surely wouldn’t be as bad as whatever was going to ensue once he actually got his hands free.

He just started feeling like he was making a little bit of progress with it when the van made a sharp right turn with no warning at all. Happy grunted as he tipped over in the seat, quickly scrambling to try and get himself upright again. He got an assist that was more hurtful than it was helpful, feeling someone ball their fist into the back of his shirt and push him upright and directly against the side of the van with more roughness than necessary.

“What the fuck was that?!” the man next to him yelled to the driver. It was the most Happy had heard out of anyone aside from their grunts and curses since they captured him.

“Got a tail,” another man, one Happy assumed was the driver, said back to them. “Trying to lose them.”

“By turning and almost going through a fucking building?!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

The man next to him huffed. “Who’s tailing us anyway?”

“White Chevy. Two cars back.”

Happy started laughing at that—he couldn’t help himself. The club might not have known that he was MIA yet, but of course you did. He should’ve seen that coming.

The man balled his fist into Happy’s shirt, yanking him so that he was face-to-face with him. Even though Happy couldn’t see him through the dark fabric of the hood covering his head, he could still feel the man’s nose pressing against his own.

“Who the fuck is following us?”

“I don’t know,” Happy replied, “I can’t see them.”

He felt the pressure of a knife being pressed against his throat. “Who the fuck is it?!”

Happy remained silent, and the man pressed the blade a little harder into the column of his throat. Happy felt the slight pull and the residual sting of the knife breaking the skin on his neck. It wasn’t a bad cut, not deep enough to be an imminent issue, but it was a promising threat that things were going to get worse if these guys didn’t get answers.

“Someone who is gonna be a real fucking problem for you guys if they get you.”

“Fuck me,” the man next to him grumbled.

The answer must’ve been satisfactory enough, because he pulled the blade away from Happy’s throat. It was a relief, but most because Happy didn’t trust the guy next to him to have a steady hand and if the driver made another sharp turn it was going to be game over very quickly.

“What do you wanna do?” the third guy finally spoke up loud enough for Happy to be able to hear him.

There was something familiar about the guy’s voice. Happy couldn’t quite place it, but he definitely knew it. Whoever the man riding shotgun was, he was the one who must’ve had the vendetta against Happy. He didn’t know who he was or what the vendetta was, and honestly he didn’t particularly care. Happy just wanted all of this to be over with. He was much more certain that things would go his way and that he would live to fight another day now that he knew that you were tailing them.

“I don’t know,” the driver said as he made another turn. “We just, we gotta lose ‘em.”

Happy laughed. “Good luck.”

The remark was met with the guy next to him slamming the side of his head into the side of the van. It was worth it. For a moment Happy understood why Tig was the way he was.

Happy was still working against the binds on his wrists but at this point it felt like it was no use. He was better off waiting for you to sink your teeth into these guys and free him rather than trying to wriggle out himself. It clearly wasn’t working anyway.

A few more minutes ticked by, filled with chaotic turns and the driver slamming on the gas. Finally, though, he said, “I think we’re in the clear.”

All three of the men let out sighs of relief, but Happy knew that they were speaking too soon. Anyone else in his position might’ve been disheartened, but he knew that they weren’t going to get rid of you that easily. You might not have been right behind them anymore, but you definitely weren’t gone.

As if you had been reading his thoughts, the van came to a screeching halt. Happy and the other man in the seat row with him toppled forward, smacking against the seats in front of them. He heard the thudding of the man riding shotgun slamming his hands against the dash to brace themselves. All four of them were cursing as they tried to get themselves right again. Happy didn’t know if being completely in the dark made it harder or easier to do that.

“Son of a bitch!” the man riding shotgun yelled out.

Happy heard the guy next to him take a deep breath, most likely gearing up for some snide comment or more cursing, but he never got the chance as someone started shooting. Happy heard the first two hit the glass of the windshield and he immediately sunk down in his seat. It had to be you. He heard the guys firing back from inside the van, and he did what little he could do given his current circumstances and he threw his body against that of the man sitting next to him. He was rewarded with the sound of the man’s gun clattering to the floor and the guy cursing as he set himself loose on Happy, grabbing him and landing whatever blows he could as the gunfire continued.

Happy was as defenseless as he’d ever been with his hands bound behind his back and his head still covered with the hood. He was trying to kick but his ankles being tied made that difficult too. He tried to squirm and keep moving, anything to keep the hits from landing directly.

Even with all the chaos, it was impossible to miss the sound of a bullet burying itself into someone’s skull. When it happened, the entire van was still and silent for all of a couple seconds before the chaos picked back up and was even more intense.

A few moments after that, there was the sound of the vehicle doors being ripped open. There was screaming and grunting and gunshots, and Happy was just hoping that you were coming out on the winning end of it all.

“Get on the fucking ground!” you yelled as you put a bullet into the kneecap of the man that you’d forcefully pulled out of the passenger seat.

Happy had never been so relieved to hear your rage. He was so distracted by the sound of you that when he heard the back door of the van open and someone grab onto him, he automatically assumed it was another threat. If it wasn’t you that was getting him out, he couldn’t help but to think that it was someone else who had the intention of hurting him.

He thrashed as much as he could until the person spoke up. “Hap, shit, stop, it’s me,” Juice was trying to cut the ropes on Happy’s wrists, or at least pull the hood off his head, but the constant movement made both of those things difficult.

Juice’s voice wasn’t the one that Happy was expecting to hear, but it still got him to stop fighting against the assistance. There was the sound of another gunshot and then Juice finally pulled the hood off so that Happy could see. The sun was blinding, a jarring shift from the hours of darkness he’d just endured, but he wasn’t upset about it. The first thing he saw was the man that Juice had shot and killed slumped in the back seat. Once he realized that he wasn’t going to be an immediate threat, he turned his head, looking around for you as he squinted against the harsh light.

That’s when he saw you, leaning over the man who had been sitting in the passenger seat. You’d shot out both of the guy’s legs. You had your knee pinned to his chest as you leaned over him, the mouth of your gun pressed harshly beneath the man’s chin. Even though there was distance between you, Happy could see the way you were breathing heavily, he could feel the rage coming off of you.

Even though he knew that Juice was trying to free him, Happy was still having a hard time sitting still to let it happen when he knew that you were so close. Juice huffed in annoyance behind him as he tried to do his job without slicing open one of Happy’s wrists in the process. “Hold still for five seconds, Happy. Seriously.”

None of Happy’s attention was focused on himself or Juice anymore though, not when he could hear the conversation happening a few feet away.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man spat out.

You wanted to make a comment to the effect of, “I should be the one asking you that,” but then you realized that you didn’t particularly care who this guy was. You didn’t really care why he wanted Happy. You knew perfectly well that the man you were with had more enemies than smiley face tattoos. It wasn’t surprising that he had landed himself in hot water.

Juice had cut the ties around Happy’s wrists and was just about to be done with the ones around his ankles when you pulled the trigger on your gun one more time, causing the man’s head to snap back as the bullet went clean through it from bottom to top.

“Fuck,” Juice said with a shake of his head as he finally cut through the last of the rope.

The second Happy was free, he was up on his feet and making his way over to you. He wasn’t running, but you could see the determination in his stride and the set of his shoulders. When he got over to you, he held out his hand to help you up from your position of kneeling on the man’s dead body. You tucked your gun back into its holster before slapping your hand into his, both of you tightening your grips as he helped pull you back up onto your feet.

The second you were completely upright, Happy stepped in like he was going to kiss you, but you stopped him as you pressed your palm against your chest. He opened his mouth to ask you what was going on, but you quickly moved your hand up and cupped his chin in your hand before tilting his head up slightly. You saw the cut running along the side of his throat and you frowned.

Once Happy realized what you were doing and looking at, his body relaxed a little bit. He almost started laughing. All the things that had happened in the last few hours and this was what you were getting hung up on. “I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes as you let go of his chin. “Of course you’re going to say that.”

The two of you were about to start getting into it in the middle of all the carnage you’d caused when Juice interjected himself into your conversation. “Hey, guys, we gotta…we gotta go.”

Just as he said that, you heard the sirens in the distance. That was fair, and expected after all the gunshots. You pointed at Happy accusingly. “This conversation isn’t over.”

Happy knew better than to argue with you. “Alright.”

It was a quiet drive home. You dropped Juice back off at his place with a quick thank you and a promise to reach out to him later. As the two of you drove back to Happy’s you could feel him looking at you from the passenger seat but you didn’t say anything about it. You knew that he probably had his fair share of questions, and you certainly had your own, but right now all you wanted to do was get back home. All of the questions and the conversations could wait until later, preferably until tomorrow. You didn’t say anything as you drove, but it didn’t stop you from reaching over and resting your hand on top of his on the console, careful not to touch the scraped and bloodied parts of his wrists where the rope had been digging into him only a little while before.

[nimnomdimsum]

Sincerity

I actually don’t know what this is, just a readers pov??? Maybe??? Idk it’s kinda bad but I liked it so blah.

I’ve noticed this boy in my class, he likes me.

He didn’t tell me this himself but it’s very obvious, I always catch him staring and he always looks away scratching his reddening ear.

Since I’ve noticed his fascination with me I’ve been observing him and his behaviours closer.

He has stern and cold eyes, normally a deep dark blue, almost grey, but when he looks at me they are soft puddles of water, they shine every time I see them.

His face is also quite interesting, his mouth in a permanent frown, not on purpose I presume, his skin so fair that he makes Snow White look tan. These things change when he’s around me. Instead of a frown, he adorns a slightly lifted smile and his skin is a beautiful hue of pink all the way down to the tips of his fingers. He is quite beautiful really, I enjoy looking at him and watch him talk to his friends, but I enjoy it the most when he talks to me. He looks at me with such adoration and sincerity, his face so red as if he’s forgotten how to breathe. I live for his sincerity and I pray for the day he tells me how he feels. I want to see his skin turn from a strawberry pink to a tomato red, I want to watch his beautiful eyes splash in all directions trying not to meet mine and I want to catch the slight tremor of his lips when he speaks. I wish to see his reaction when I reciprocate his feelings, will he smile or will he sigh in relief? Will he touch his black spiky hair in embarrassment or will he touch me? I yearn for these answers but I am a coward. A coward who can do nothing but wait and fantasise about the day megumi fushiguro confesses

I’ve never shared my writing and I’m scared so if anyone ever sees this I’m sorry and I still don’t know how tumblr works so :,D

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Raven! Lemme start out saying that I love your posts, they are really thought out and informative, especially with matters going on in the community. You don’t have to answer this if you're busy,but I have a question. I wanna start a Twist blog, well kinda. I wanna start posting some of my works, and kinda make a blog on my Twist OC, but I don't know where to start. If you have any tips or tricks, that would be helpful l, but if you don't have a direct answer to this, that's fine too anything will help. And another question is, how do you get over to fear of people not liking your works or even OC? I've seen quite a bit of hate in this Fandom, and idk if my sensitive heart can take it. 😅 It's kinda the reason why I've never posted at all. Thanks again.

Hello there ^^ I’m happy that you enjoy my blog and that you find my posts informative!

For general advice on starting and maintaining a writing blog, please see this post. I’m going to use the rest of this response to speak at length about the second question posed by the asker: “how do you get over the fear of people not liking your works or even OC?”

First, let’s get something out of the way: humans are inherently social creatures; therefore, it is in our nature to desire positive attention/approval and to be afraid of rejection and ostracism. There is no shame in wanting validation. It’s a built-in survival mechanism leftover from the past—because when humans band together, they are more likely to thrive. However, I also think that in the modern world, it’s easy to get carried away and care too much about what others will think of you. This is so true in the age of social media, where likes, shares, and even follows and views are quantifiable and thus can be used as a point of comparison to others on the same platform. It’s also easier than ever to connect with others, which can be both a boon (meeting people you otherwise could have never met) and a detriment (internet hate).

Now, as simple as it would be for me to say, “create for yourself rather than seek the approval of others”, that advice doesn’t actually do much for anyone. It's easy to talk the talk, but it's much harder to walk the walk. It’s all about mindset, because in actuality, a very small number of people out of the overall fandom will care about your works enough to actively hate on an individual. The mind seemingly magnifies the number because humans are hardwired to pay more attention to the negative experiences over the positive ones (which, again, is another survival instinct; you pay attention to the bad things to avoid them or to resolve the issues). There goes the saying, “we’re our own worst critics”, and it’s very true here. It’s not just negativity from others you must deal with, but self/doubt snd your own mind perpetuating the belief that the negativity is much worse than it actually is. Of course, there are actual serious cases of hate (harassment, stalking, threats, doxxing, racism, etc), but here I am only referring to general cases of other people “not liking what you make” or saying mean things (such as “you’re a bad writer”).

So how does one improve their mindset? Truth be told, it doesn’t happen overnight. In fact, learning to not care what others think of you is a difficult and lengthy process. It will take time and effort to reach a comfortable state of acceptance (and yes, I’m talking years long here)—but it is possible to grow out of that fixation.

Here are some truths you have to accept if you want to overcome your worries:

In putting your work “out there” in a public space, you will naturally invite feedback, both good and bad. An integral part of creating is, of course, wanting to share one’s creations with others. However, it’s unrealistic to think that you won’t ever get negative feedback or critique. It isn’t always constructive or helpful to you, but you must brace for them to come your way all the same. If you think about it, getting nothing but praise isn’t good either because then it traps you in a cycle of thinking you’re perfect and there’s nothing you need to improve on. It becomes an echo chamber and it can lead to stagnation because you’re already satisfied with your current state instead of thinking about how you can grow. Mixed feedback is important for personal growth.

There may not necessarily be a problem with your content, it could be a matter of differences in circumstances or tastes. You must remember that lack of engagement is not always equivalent to hate. Indifference or not even coming into contact with a post is NOT the same as actively going to post a negative comment or ask. That being said, lack of engagement could be the result of a website’s algorithm working against your favor. Alternatively, it could be that you aren’t hitting a target audience. Like, if you write angst, it may not appeal to a certain subsection of fans. These are factors largely outside of your control, and trying to gain that control would be a fruitless effort.

There’s nothing wrong with blocking, especially if things escalate. I know that on sites like Twitter and Tiktok, blocking people is seen as “taboo” or some kind of hateful social statement when… it’s not. Blocking is a means of curating your space so you can have fun online without worrying about others raining on your parade. If people are giving you a hard time, nothing is stopping you from blocking them (which can be done even with anonymous asks). Don’t give people that send “hate” attention by responding and showing just how upset their comments made you, it only encourages them to continue once they’ve seen how much it affects you.

One instance of “hate” is not representative of the entire fandom’s feelings. This circles back to what I said before; the negative and toxic people in this fandom is actually minuscule when compared to the total number of fans in this space. Instead of letting the few rotten apples define the entire bushel, think about all the positive experiences you’ve had!

You can’t please everyone. As much as you try to, it won’t happen. But you know what is much more feasible of a goal? Pleasing yourself. You know what you like best, and if you’re able to make what makes you happy then you have a 100% chance of satisfying at least one person.

If you feel frustrated, it’s fine!! It’s normal to feel this way when you think a work you shared isn’t getting the kind of exposure you want it to (whether it’s little exposure or negative exposure). We want to feel like our energy and time was put into something worthwhile. Just don’t take it too hard because these things are bound to happen. Not everything you make will be a hit, and your audience may not always be receptive to what you put out.

If you create mainly or solely for the approval of others, you won’t be happy with yourself. Ask yourself why you want to create in the first place. Most likely it’s because you’re passionate about TWST and/or you just wanted to have fun. But when this shifts to a focus on pleasing others, is it really fun anymore? If you’re always chasing trends (which are very transient) or thinking about how you should change your work to have greater mass appeal, is it really “you”, or are you just being what you think people want you to be? It just results in never being satisfied, because you’re aiming for the impossibility of making everyone happy. When you weigh your worth based on others’ perception of you or on engagement, you run the risk of burnout and losing joy in creating.

You’ll have to embrace cringe. When I say “cringe”, I mean it in the sense that you should be comfortable being your authentic self even if you fear people won’t like it. Again, you cannot please everyone—but surely there will be people who will accept you and like you for who you are. Some will vibe with you, some won’t, and that’s a fact.

You won’t be perfect at keeping out negativity from others, and that’s okay. What matters is how you address those instances when they arise. It’s not productive to let negative thoughts stew or hold you back from creating what you want. Instead of letting the thoughts fester, try to redirect your energy to something else.

Additionally, here are some suggestions on what you can do to alleviate your doubts. These methods work for me, but I’m not going to claim they work for everyone; I figured I’d just throw the ideas out there in case they’d be helpful to others.

Isolate yourself from social media for a period of time until you're in a better headspace.

An alternative to social media isolation is looking at other people's creations (but ignoring the numbers, as that can be a basis for comparison)! It may inspire you to make something of your own. For example, sometimes I've been scrolling and I'd see someone's OC in their own outfit for an event like Fairy Gala, and that made me excited to do the same for my own characters.

Another alternative to social media isolation is looking at the positives! Think about the number of people who have supported you or left nice comments and how they outweigh the Negative Nancies. (This is an example of using the numbers to your advantage!) I know of some friends who use a special tag on their blogs to denote "feel good" asks so they can reference these to cheer up when they're feeling discouraged or down.

Rather than comparing yourself to others, compare yourself to... yourself! Treat it like a New Year's resolution: you're looking back at where you started and think considering how you've changed since then.

Do something else you love to get your attention away from your creative endeavors. This could be another hobby or spending time with friends or family.

Speaking of friends and family, talk to them! Let them know how you're feeling and why you're feeling this way. They can offer you support and advice. I find that this is especially helpful when you are able to speak with other content creators, who may be able to empathize with your experiences.

Practice mindfulness and gratitude. Instead of thinking about what you don't have, think about what you do have and be appreciative of it. This helps shift the center away from things out of your control (ie other people) and to something that is within your control (ie yourself).

Minimize taking things personally. This can be especially hard in cases of OCs because creators tend to put a lot of themselves into their OCs (particularly if they are self inserts or Yuusonas)—so when others say they don't like an OC, it can feel like an indirect way of saying "I don't like you, the creator". But rarely is this the intended meaning of a comment. When people say they don't like something, it doesn't always mean they also dislike the creator. Remember that at the end of the day, we're all internet strangers that don't know each other on a deeply personal level (so why should you hinge your self-worth on such a thing?). You can be close with your works and OCs, but don't necessarily think of the works/OCs as a 1:1 extension of yourself. When you think of it like that, it helps to detach yourself from negativity that a work may receive.

Think about what you’re good at and focus on that niche. In this way, you will be able to make what you want while also attracting an audience that also appreciates this niche over time.

Make something for yourself, no posting necessary! Sometimes it can help you air out your feelings if you make a piece (art, writing, etc.) for no one but yourself to see. It’s surprisingly very therapeutic.

With all of that being said, I’d like to close off this post by saying that conquering the fear of others negatively judging your works is something that all creators have to go through. We're at various stages in this process, and we will continue to have our moments of weakness. This is a completely normal thing (though it is perhaps not commonly discussed out in the open) and it should be normalized. Even I go through periods of self-doubt and find myself holding off on posting certain pieces (especially anything that is OC-related) because I overthink how they may be perceived. I know that most of my audience is here for the canon TWST characters, so I worry that posting OC content is self-indulgent, maybe even selfish if I'm feeling particularly mean toward myself on a given day. It's negative self-talk like this that can be detrimental to creators and their enjoyment of their craft; that's why it's important to identify these moments and try to figure out ways to overcome them, even if it's just taking little baby steps. Some progress is better than no progress!

Anyway, I hope that you found this post useful ^^ If you think it may be also be of use to a creator you know, please consider sharing it with them.

[susiron]

I’m still rlly bummed out about going to my local park right now.

For years now, mostly during late spring-early fall, I’ve been biking to the park in my neighborhood and drawing with chalk on the concrete of the picnic area. Part of the concrete sticks out away from the picnic tables so it’s a perfect spot to draw-- and it sticks out from under the roof so the rain usually washes it all away in a reasonable time frame.

I never draw or write anything derogatory. I mostly draw dragons, wolves, and other animals-- sometimes Pokemon, sometimes plants. Sometimes if there’s a holiday nearby, like Halloween, then I’ll draw something that fits the theme.

I’ve even drawn little “Happy Pride!” things before during June with gay and trans flags.

But earlier this week I went and drew with my chalk and I decided to include the gay and trans flags next to a doodle of a cat. I cannot stress enough that these were small drawings, and not at all the focus of what I’d drawn. They were just little doodles in the corner, completely eclipsed by a bunch of wolves and dragons and shit.

WELL, two days later I come back to the park, thinking I’ll just draw around what I left their earlier in the week-- only to find that someone had clinically powerwashed away everything I’d drawn.

And like, there was a brief moment where I thought “did it rain? did it rain and I forgot?” but I could see the telltale lines from a powerwasher

But it gets worse.

Cause if they’d powerwashed the entire thing, I could have just assumed that they didn’t like any chalk on the patio (despite this never happening before, over Years of drawing here), but... there were some doodles made by kids Right next to where I had drawn, and they were all left untouched. Faded doodles that had been there awhile, but they were visible enough that anyone who was cleaning this patio just for the purpose of cleaning it would have gotten rid of those two.

But no, they just got rid of my stuff-- all of it. And the only difference between this time and every other time was that my drawings had a gay and trans flag beside them outside of Pride month.

I drew a bunch that day after finding that out-- and I put back a new pride flags. Again, they weren’t the focus, but they’re there. They mean a lot to me and shouldn’t upset anyone, but like-- of course they do.

And I guess I just liked thinking that maybe there was no one in my neighborhood hateful enough to methodically wash away a little trans flag (because I can only assume that, of the two, was the tipping point). And now having proof that someone is is just... depressing.

With everything going on these days-- with all of the fucking hate directed at trans people like an arrow-- it’s just fucking upsetting that you can’t even put the colors down without someone needing to fight back and show just how much they hate you.

I’m a trans artist who has drawn in that park for years, and I’ve had nothing but positive interactions with people while doing so (excluding the First time I did it when I got harassed, but, well, that’s not important right now).

And god it just sucks that the moment you are like “this is important to me” all of that positivity gets tainted.

I haven’t been back there yet to see if the new flags got erased. Idk if they have been, and idk if I want to know if they have been. I also don’t really know if I want to make this an entire Thing, me trying to put it back every time it gets erased.

It’s funny, had they not erased it, I probably wouldn’t have drawn another one until June, but now... 

And now I’m worried that someone might approach me directly when I got there to draw, or maybe they’ll just start erasing everything I put down there as soon as I leave the park.

It just fucking sucks. I just wanna draw with some chalk and share some doodles, not feel like shit-- angry-- over it.

[writing-plurals]

Hello! I've been thinking of writing fanfics about a ship making them share the same body. It's going to be drabbles/one-shots tho, since I'm not good at writing (I barely ever write XD) and I don't think I would be able to write a full story with various chapters. I'm plural myself so I have a basic idea of what I should avoid (evil killer alter trope for example)

There's some ideas I came up with and would like some advice on writing the following:

In-system romantic relationships

DID systems

Median systems

Plurals fighting together as heroes

But there's something else I wanted to ask advice on (even if it isn't exactly for writing). See, I'm a native spanish speaker so I'm gonna write the drabbles in spanish. I think it could be a good way of introducing non-disordered and non-traumagenic plurality to other spanish speakers since most of the plural content and activism in spanish is about dissociative disorders only, but because of that there's many sysmeds and anti-endos and I don't know how I should deal with them.

I don't think I can ignore them, specially because I don't want them spreading misinformation (as always) in the comments but I also don't want to flood them debating sysmeds. I thought of maybe making a carrd (with sources) and linking it but IDK if it's actually worth it to make a carrd just for this.

Hey friend! That's a lot, and I can't touch on all of them, so some of them I'll be throwing to other mods and our followers to add on in reblogs. I hope that's alright!

In-system Romantic Relationships

Internal Romantic Relationships are almost the same as ones in the Outside. You can surprise each other with flowers, and presents that's to be THEIRS. You can hold them inside *and* out (when cofronting. It'll all just look a little different.

Person A wants to surprise Person B? Gotta make sure internal walls are built up so they don't know about the flowers until they're set up and they switch in. Have them leave notes for them with the sappy shit people would normally say to their face if there were two bodies involved.

Person A and B want to cuddle while watching a movie, it looks like hugging yourself, but maybe B has control of one arm, and is stroking the face or other hand. During sad parts, A hugs B (with the body) eeeeeeextra tight!

Plurals Fighting As Heroes

The mask a singlet would wear as a hero has multiple meanings once a system puts one on. So plan on the group having a long conversation about the name they all want to use that won't tip anyone off. Think System Name but opposite direction, so as not to be found out.

And same goes for the outfit, except you can probably lead with more of what the system members like in aesthetics.

And the elephant in the room, what about powers? Do they all have seperate (more nichely specific) powers? Do they all have the same one and use it differently? If you've seen the later seasons of My Hero Academia, there's a comparison to Midoriya you might find helpful.

Just make sure that if you include powers, that the way it fits into the world doesn't show your system to be Different because they're a system.

And last but not least (for my advice before additions)

If you're planning on writing some of the first creative representation of plurality, prepare to be the people that are looked to for information.

Set up a Caard or something akin to one with information, (credited and linked to sources!!!, Caards get a bad rep for that), and you can direct people to it like a FAQ.

And by taking on this role, you have to accept the risk that sysmeds are going to try to debate you. So deeply consider if you have the time to research responses that are backed up by studies that you can shut them down with. There are several blogs I've seen share information like this that you might find helpful in bringing it to the spanish side of fandom.

@cambriancrew is a fantastic place to start, and you can find more blogs akin to them there.

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I hope that this and advice further down on this post is helpful. And I give my best wishes as you embark on this. We need more people like you making content online.

-Mod Tick Tock

(This has been edited to remove the color, thank you for the feedback!)

[youremyheaven]

Hi ! I was giggling while reading your post about crushes and how you are feeling about love . It's too cute 🥺 🥰 and the phase that all of us go through when we have crushes😅🥰

I haven't been in a relationship or have dated anyone not that it's a bad thing . I love seeing all my girlies in love sharing their experiences. Basically I love LOVE idk if it makes any sense 🤣.

I had an unrequited love type of story with this person . He's a distant family member. I used to admire him very much like the way he used to talk with such respect, warm smiles , witty , making everyone laugh , sooo down to earth , making sure everyone felt included etc . We used to meet on different family functions n all and he's a close friend of my cousin . We held mutual respect for one other and I used to search for him and act as if I was not looking for him . It felt like gravity was working way harder when he's around . I gradually developed a crush around 15 yrs and it turned into idk whatever well into my mid 20's . We used to talk , tease , motivate and give tips to each other , there was never flirting involved. I used to think for years and feel sad that he's not interested in me but the things he'd do for me spoke otherwise. Here n there the elders of the family thought we'd make a good couple but his family wasn't happy with it . There were never direct confrontations or anything . His mother and grandmother used to love me , sometimes throw indirect remarks on my family's financial situation it used to hurt me a little but I know where I came from and will never forget , but when it came to matter of our marriage she staright out refused cuz obviously they wanted a rich bride and they did get him .He's now married to a lovely women and they have a beautiful and healthy baby boy now . The irony I didn't even know that this all was going in the background that they refused me and the search for a bride and found her , the marriage was set till I got the wedding invitation. My cousin told me recently what was going on then . All was said n done . I loved him , idk if he loved me or I just projected . I deep down knew that this will not workout cuz he was already in a compromised situation with his family and I'd tell myself that he didn't have any feelings to cope with the situation . He's now married and has a son . Guess what?! his wedding anniversary is just a day after my parents wedding anniversary and they got pregnant right after my birthday. 😅

I did think that i should've gathered a lill courage and kept all inhibitions aside to go n convey my feelings to him then our lives would've been so different. It doesn't matter now and I'm so happy that he's happy with his family 😊. The love and respect I've for him will still be there . It makes my heart feel a different kind of happy when I see him now . Him and his wife are so cute smiling and are very welcoming. I feel so good watching them from afar and I have nothing but to feel happy for them .

That was love for me , now I don't think want to love right now . Definitely will be looking forward to LIFE n LOVE ig 💗

hii angel 🥺

i love LOVE too 😩its the best feeling in the world 🥰

omg that was a whole hindi 400 episode soap opera right there, i could picture it all, a Gurmeet Choudhary kind of guy is how i pictured the man, and you're a Drashti Dhami type of gal, his wife is a Shrenu Parikh type lady

sometimes the most profound experiences of love we have are of love that isn't consummated. not every thing has to end with a conventional "happily ever after" in order for it to be meaningful. you loved him and even if he didn't know it, the experience of loving him, changed you as a person. your heart has the ability to wish and hope for someone's well being just because. only love can do that to a person.

who knows what would've happened if you had confessed your feelings. it may or may not have been positive but let's believe whatever happened is how it was meant to be.

real relationships are often not as easy or satisfying as loving someone from a distance. i was so upset by so much when i was in a relationship with my ex, but after ending things with him, it feels easier to only remember the love and warmth. i'm not someone who can hate anybody so i didn't expect to hate him and nor do i but my heart feels so light and easy with the kind of love i have for him. i dont have to worry about the messiness of the relationship anymore. and the love we give, we cant really take back and i hope in his moments of defeat, if at all it helps, he thinks of how much i loved him and it gives him the strength to go on. ok ill stop now before i cry lmao

i hope you can continue to be happy for your person but i also hope a warm, nourishing and tranquil love, waits for you around the corner. you deserve to be loved as much as you love others. i hope you have a wonderful week ahead 💗💖

[mangodestroyer]

You know, as someone who is super neurodivergent, idk where I'd be without the internet. I'm in my 20s and I've finally found a life guide that works for me.

20 years ago, when I was evaluated and diagnosed, there was not NEARLY this much awareness and knowledge over how neurodivergent people are wired. You likely didn't know anyone who was anything like you growing up, and no one sat you down and explained how this works. It was just treated as some unpleasant quirk that needed to be corrected. You were also most definitely a social outcast. The only way I could even hope to have some semblance of feeling understood was by indulging in fictional stories (and I now realize the media I enjoy is probably mostly written by neurodiverse individuals). Worst of all, I had no sense of direction. I grew up struggling with my sense of identity. I didn't know what my strengths and weaknesses were and had such low self-worth. And it was just something I had to figure out because I couldn't even get the "bare minimum" of being a functional human being down. People just didn't want to work with me.

Now, I'm finding my most recent life experiences uncanny. On the one hand, I got super unlucky and have encountered tons of sheltered, narrow-minded individuals who know NOTHING about neurodiversity. As a result, these people are freaked out by me and can't help their overwhelming disgust. I forgot how much pandemic life has protected me from this over the past few years. It's rough out there!

On the other hand... I also now have a much stronger support system! Random-ass people, like professors, can clearly see that I am neurodivergent and are very forgiving of my strangeness. In fact, some of these people recognize that they are probably neurodivergent themselves. They recognize traits about me that I wasn't even aware of, but I've been looking into them and it now feels like I understand myself a lot better. It's giving me a better idea of how I can navigate this world. An idea of where I thrive and where I struggle. And why.

Even better: there is a lot more research that has come out over neurodiverse conditions. And lots of people on the internet with these conditions have had YEARS to talk about this at an international level. We now have a good understanding of shared experiences and can start giving each other life tips on how to thrive in an NT world when you aren't one yourself.

I know the modern era sucks. For a lot of reasons. But it certainly seems to be a golden age for neurodiverse individuals to learn about and accept themselves. Sometimes, I think about what it would have been like to come of age before the internet was a thing. And those are horrifying thought experiments! Living with my neurotype is certainly not easy, but I have benefited so much from the knowledge I've gathered in recent years. I can't imagine a single timeline where I'm better off without it. I wonder now if my life could have been so much worse! It seems I would have been much more vulnerable, and a lot less successful.

[kjwrites9]

You’re Doing it Again. By: Noah Ryan

A science fiction twist to a classic rewind scenario. Playwright Noah Ryan explores the complexities of privilege within interracial relationships and the power of trust. NOTE: *denotes stage directions or insights from the author. 

*Jane is talking on the phone obviously frustrated at the person on the other end of the line, she is rushing around and doesn’t see the man who knelt down to tie his shoe.*

Jane: *to phone* what do you mean she wants to revoke her deposition? I do not have time for this right now, Gerald just called and asked me to–

Will: OH my gosh I am so sorry

Jane: What the fuck? Now I’ve got coffee all over my shirt and I have to be at the courthouse in 20 minutes. Ughhhh

*reset it*

Jane: I just do not have time for this right now, Gerald just called and asked me to..I gotta go. Hi down there!

Will: *Will finished tying his shoe and stands up, bumping her coffee, but catching it* shit, i almost spilled your coffee.

Jane: you have no idea.

Jane: well…me and the rest of 121st street. But that’s okay. You must be new to the city.

Will: was it that obvious?

Jane: *looks around* uhhhh yeah. Not a lot of native new yorkers tie their shoes in the middle of the sidewalk. But don’t sweat it. I’m Jane.

Will: Thanks for the tip Jane, I’m Will.

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*the two stumble in the door laughing and obviously happy. They unbundle from all the layers of coats and scarves, as they are just coming back to their apartment from time square, watching the NYE ceremony.*

Will: New year’s eve in NYC is a pretty good way to spend our 8 months, 5 days, 14 hours and 12-minute anniversary. Don’t you think?

Jane: you are fool

Will: a fool in love. in the spirit of new years, do you have any new resolutions you’d like to share?

Jane: i’m not really a resolutions person.

Will: Okay fine - I didn’t want to hear your resolution anyway. But you know, since it is our 8 month 5 days, 14 hours and 12-minute anniversary, I heard that is the anniversary of secrets. So I think you should tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.

Jane: I don’t know…

Will:–I’ll go first. Growing up, my grandma practically raised me. I have memories of her bringing me home from school and teaching me how to tie my shoes in that dusty old house of hers. She always believed in me. That’s why I’m here, so I can find a job that’ll one day let me go back and fix up that house she loves so damn much.

Jane: Wow. Thank you for that.

Will: You’re welcome. I don’t really talk about it a lot but idk it just felt right. It's your turn but only if you want to.

Jane: no, I want to. You shared something really, real. It’s only fair that I do too. But if I tell you this, you have to promise that you won’t freak out.

Will: what did you kill someone?

Jane: no. Do you remember the first day we met?

Will: of course.

Jane: Well, we’d actually met before.

Will: –I’m not following

Jane: Here it goes, all the women in my family have this thing. We can go back within moments of our lives if we didn’t like how they went the first time and redo them. So the day we met, our real first meeting you made me spill my coffee all over my shirt and I was a total bitch to you, which now knowing you I feel really bad about, soooo I just did it again and was my absolutely sweet and charming self. And look where it got us, so yay for that….right?

Will: How do I know you’re telling the truth? So why didn’t you stop on January 6th? *in a gotcha kind of way*

Jane: Are you kidding me? That is now how it works, I can only go back and fix things that I’ve directly experienced. And luckily, I was nowhere near the capitol.

Will: Wait… backup, So that first time we met, was something you created?

Jane: no no no, it just was…a do-over for me. But you know…it’s real for you.

Will: That’s really shitty though. I don’t want to just go through the good moments, while you are left stuck with all the shit. Jane, I love you… but you have to promise me you won’t use it again.

Jane: okay. I love you too.

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*alarm goes off*

Will: SHIT! Oh my god! *jumps out of bed and scrambles to get dressed*

Jane: –what’s going on?

Will: The interview! It’s supposed to start in five minutes! It’s all the way in Brooklyn. I can’t believe I messed this up. There is no way I’m gonna get the job looking like this

*rushing around in the background facing away from the audience, grabbing tie, throwing on shoes, finding a briefcase, etc*

Jane: it doesn’t have to go this way *she resets*

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Will: They loved me! I was there early, new suit & tie, looking like a bag of money. They couldn’t NOT give me the job! You are a lifesaver for setting that extra alarm last night. Today would’ve been a shitshow if it weren’t for you.

Jane: I’m glad. Also, I got us dinner reservations with friends because I knew you’d get it.

Will: For real?? Thank you.  

Jane: I know. Okay, I’m going to change and get ready, but you stay in that suit.

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Jane: oh my gosh that was so fun!

Will: Well I’m glad you had a good time…

Jane: What, you didn’t have fun?

Will: I was fine until we started talking about my career and college came up. Do you not remember?

Jane: No I–

Will: You basically said I got into Stanford because I was Black.

Jane: No I didn’t!

Will: Yes, you did. You literally said: It’s so great they value diversity.

Jane: You can’t seriously think that’s what I meant.  

Will: What else could you have possibly meant?

Jane: I just meant that it’s a good thing they see you being Black as an asset—

Will: You’re doing it again

Jane: well– I– Look I was drunk and I was with my friends and I wasn’t thinking. I am sorry.

Will: Okay sure, but just know it does make me think twice.

Jane: About what?

Will: How do I know there haven’t been other times you‘ve said things?

Jane: Because I haven’t.

Will: How do I know? There would be no way for me to know

Jane: So you don’t trust me.

Will: Should I? I mean how do I know we haven’t had this exact conversation before?

Jane: We have not lived this moment before. Do you really think I would want to relive you not trusting me? Me offending you….it’s not exactly at the top of my priority list.

Will: I don’t know Jane. And I never will. And that’s what really scares me. You can do and say whatever you want consequence-free. And I can’t. But you, you just get to prance around and make things go exactly the way you want them to.

Jane: Not just how I want them to…..

Will: What do you mean

Jane: You remember that lucky alarm I remembered to set, the one that made sure you were up in time to get to your big interview? Why would I have set an alarm for your interview?

Will: Jane…

Jane: That’s right. I reset you and made sure you weren’t late. Because i love you. And I would do that for you a hundred times over.

Will: This is the shit I’m talking about jane!!

Will: It’s my life jane. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to have had that job - maybe the universe had something better but now I’ll never know because you went sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Meddling in my life. My life.

Jane: Will, I can't stand for you to see me this way. I wish I never would’ve told you…and I can make that happen

Will: No Jane. NO. you can’t run away from this.

Jane: And why not, what are you going to do to stop me.

*long silence*

Will: I guess you’re right. There’s nothing that i can do, but just know this, when you reset me and i will go back to blissful ignorance, never remembering what happened, moving along with my days unbothered. But you have to live with knowing this. Knowing how unhappy i am right now. And that will be the real version of me, and you’ll be stuck with him. Knowing that you chose not to see me. So go ahead Jane. Reset me.

*she starts the resetting process*

Will: Go ahead Jane Reset me. Reset me. Reset me. Reset me. Reset –

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*they are back at the first scene, she is crying but Will is back tying his shoe, none the wiser about everything that’s happened. She is now left to decide if she will re-engage, or just walk on by.*

[therantingsage]

just wanted to pop by and say your writing is amazing like how is this even possible to be this good?

Gut response: askdjfhaksdjfhksadjf thank

Actual response: practice. Lots and lots and lots of practice. Did you know that, to this day, my most popular story on Wattpad is still Did you know you're my hero? That was back in 2019, on Wattpad with more than twice the amount of reads that the version on Ao3 has, and I still look back on some of it and cringe because it feels old and bad to me. And, maybe this is presumptuous, but I'm guessing this is about Communing with the dead which is, just checked this second, literally the most popular thing I have on Ao3. And one of the most popular Dedllie fics on there PERIOD.

Was there a point to this tangent? idk. Never give up I guess? I've been writing for a really long time but the first stuff I ever posted online dates back to like.....2016 or earlier and I never ever even look at stuff that old because I feel its age is obvious. Back then I wasn't even decent at separating paragraphs lol. Writing is an art form and like all art, you become better with practice. Do it long enough and people will think it's unreasonably good lol

[kim-seung-mo]

Could I request #30? Thank you so much, have a nice day/night!

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦

♩ gn!reader, soft soft soft!!! just fluff, no angst, no warnings, tears but like not sad tears?? does that make sense??? there's like one swear word

♩♩ word count: 1.8k

♩♩♩ A/N: fun fact, i've actually never had a crush on anyone...is that kinda sad? idk (⊙_⊙)

wip list here

Chan

Maybe you're just too oblivious, but you haven't been able to detect his feelings.

Even though others would definitely say he is terrible at hiding it.

He would always be subconsciously looking in your direction, unconsciously doing things for you, acts of service, he smiles whenever anyone mentions you, the way he's always so nervous in front of you, all of these little things so clearly indicates that he has feelings for you.

But you just don't seem to notice at all.

And he doesn't know what to feel about this.

On the one hand, he is happy that you do not know, which means your relationship will never be ruined.

But on the other hand, you not noticing anything could also be evidence to prove that you don't share the same feelings he does.

He laughs at himself, feeling like a teenager for having trouble with someone like this.

But while he tries to stop himself from it, he just ends up falling deeper and deeper.

The thought that you could possibly solely see him as a brother, or a friend breaks his heart.

He wants to be more, he wants you to see him as more.

He's the kind of person to compose a song for you overnight, just because he thought of you.

But whether you'll ever be hearing this song or not, he doesn't know.

Minho

Him? Lee Minho? Having a crush on someone?

Impossible. Only other people have crushes on him.

But... What then, is this emotion he's feeling for you?

He's the kind of person who won't admit that he likes you, ever.

Would think of a thousand excuses just to convince himself otherwise.

"I'm not looking at Y/N, I was...uh, looking at my own reflection!"

"I wasn't blushing! It's the heater! Don't you guys think it's too high?"

He is a tsundere.

Will try to get you to like him, make you confess your love for him first, make you think you fell for him first.

Will offer to teach you how to dance, as a friend of course.

Then during the "teachings", would deliberately be all touchy with you, making you blush, your heart beating faster, and then pretend that nothing happened.

Evil bunny, very evil.

You will never know the truth, he makes sure no one knows... unless, of course, he gets drunk and says it himself.

Changbin

This may sound strange, but Changbin will be close to everyone except you.

He's great at connecting with people and loves skin-to-skin contact, but the moment he's with you it's like he's broken.

Unsure of what to do with his hands, red ear tips, awkward laughter.

He's a rapper, but he stutters in front of you.

You thought for a long time that he didn't like you, or that he felt uncomfortable around you.

And so you would try to stay away from him because you were afraid that you made him uncomfortable.

He didn't know that, obviously, as so was really upset about it for a long time, thinking you were distancing yourself from him because you didn't like him.

Don't we just love miscommunication?

This frustrated not only the two of you, but also the other members of Stray Kids.

Watching you two give longing looks at each other across the room, and that damn sigh you always made really drove them crazy.

Why were the two of you so stupid? Why can't you guys just...talk for like two minutes and everything will be solved??

"Omg dude they/he obviously like/s you back! Just act normal!!!"

You've both heard that line a million times from the other seven members.

Hyunjin

If you don't confess your love to him first, he will be hiding it for the rest of his life, I'm not joking.

Unlike Minho, he won't try to make you like him at all, he just sits in a corner and sulks.

When he sees you with another member (or anyone else really), his eyes start to turn red and his chest aches.

Will write you love poems, but most of the love poems are thrown into the trash.

Because "no words express my love for Y/N".

He is a very sensual person, the kind that will like you to the point where it's actually overwhelming him.

The type that will start crying when he thinks of you when he goes home alone at night and feels lonely in bed.

He hates himself for not having the courage to confess to you, but then there's really not much he can do other than pray to god for you to like him back. (and hopefully confess cuz he's definitely not going to say it first, he fears rejection more than anything else)

The boldest thing he has ever done was secretly kiss you on the forehead when you were asleep.

Even if it was just a simple peck on the forehead, it kept him up all night with his heart racing.

After that incident, he would often imagine what it would be like if he could kiss you on the lips.

Though if a kiss on the forehead makes him act like this, a kiss on your lips would probably be the death of him.

Jisung

Very straightforward, surprisingly, will flirt with you and use cheesy pick-up lines he found on the internet.

But if you flirt back, he immediately goes into tomato mode.

Face red, shaky hands, stuttering, the whole anxiety package except it's not.

"What's wrong Sungie, are you shy? You were so bold just a moment ago?"

Him and his anime girl legs, if you know you know.

Hides his face behind his sleeves, not daring to speak or look at you.

You only really needed one more push to make him give up and just confess to you.

But you always stop right there, not giving him any more push, making him unsure whether you like him back or not.

He really likes being close to you, feeling close to you, looking for common ground with you.

Every time he's hinking about you, or looking at you, time flies by.

He will notice every little habit you have, little details, so small that sometimes you don't even know yourself.

These little details just make him like you more and more.

He feels like he can't possibly be more obvious.

Every love song is written for you, the lyrics hinting at you, heck, he even lets you listen to them before anyone else, even before Chan and Changbin. He made you read the lyrics, he was staring at you the whole time you listened. He was this close to putting your name in the song.

Why aren't you getting the hints? It's driving him crazy.

Eventually one day he'll just say "fuck it" and confess to you, one day.

Felix

Is Felix so warm and sunny because he is an Australian? Or is it his own personality? You don't know.

But he is really direct in showing his liking to people.

The loving eyes, the physical contact, the never-ending compliments, the gifts every now and then.

It's almost like he's afraid that others do not know that he likes you.

His whole body is always just sticking to you, as long as you are with him, he must hold your arm, or hold your hand, or just hold you.

If you guys were actually dating, (people already can't tell if you are or not) he would probably be sitting directly on your lap.

Constantly begging to get your compliments, will put a lot of effort into it.

Compliment him on his dancing, on his deep voice, on his improvement in singing, on his cute and charming freckles, on his tiny little hands, on everything.

Everyone in the world knows he likes you, even you know he likes you.

But he doesn't seem to know.

"Felix, do you like me? Because I like you."

"I like you?! But... omg ......Y/N, you're right! I like you! I like you!!! Wait- you like me too? That's great! Are we boyfriend-girlfriend now?"

It's so weird hearing him say such cute words when he has that deep voice, but you loved it.

You thought he couldn't be clingier

Boy, you're so wrong.

Seungmin

Actor, this puppy is an actor.

"I bought an extra drink on accident, I guess you can have this one."

You look at your favorite drink in your hand and blink.

How did he just happen to buy your favorite drink? Oh, what a wonderful coincidence.

"I found the flowers on the side of the road and thought they were pretty, I guess you can have them."

You look at your favorite flower in your hand and blink again.

This type of flower doesn't bloom this season, how did he get so lucky? What a wonderful coincidence.

"Hey I learned a random new song, do you want to hear it?"

You look at the song shown on his phone and blink once again.

It's your favorite song, how did he happen to pick your favorite song to learn? What a coincidence.

No, by this point, even you sensed that something was not right.

How would there be so many coincidences? And how could all these coincidences benefit you?

"Seungmin, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Seungmin swallowed, but remained calm.

"No, why would I be hiding something from you?"

You watch his face carefully, trying to read his expression.

"I know!"

He clenches his teeth nervously, you didn't find out, did you?

"You're trying to make up for something you did wrong aren't you?! What did you do?!"

Oh, well, maybe he hadn't done enough to make it obvious.

Jeongin

Panic.

In one word, panic.

Jeongin is still a baby, you were not only his crush, you were his first (and maybe last) crush.

He had never experienced such feelings before, and naturally, he didn't know how to react to these foreign feelings.

"Hyung...do I like Y/N Noona/Hyung?......"

Chan choked on water and started coughing violently.

When the Maknae said he "had something to discuss with him", he never thought it would be something like this.

"Uhhhh......I can't answer that for you Innie, how do you feel yourself?

He then proceeds to give Chan a full-on speech about how he feels about you.

After listening to the nearly ten-minute "speech," Chan nodds.

"Yes Innie, you definitely have a big fat crush on Y/N."

With this (obvious) answer, Jeongin begins to shy away from you.

He might have been just a little lost before, but now he was full-on panic mode.

Yang Jeongin.exe has stopped working

"Jeongin, did Noona/Hyung do something wrong? Why are you always avoiding me? Do you hate me?"

That obviously wasn't it, but you had to put it that way to get him to talk.

"No! Noona/Hyung you didn't do anything wrong! I'm not- please don't think that! I don't hate you! I- I'm avoiding you because of the opposite! Because I... I... ...... I like you!"

Well by "talk" you certainly weren't expecting that, but you weren't complaining either.

[writefightandflightclub]

Hi there!! So sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had any advice on how you write Nathan? Whenever I try, he’s either too much of an asshole or way too sweet, and you always get that perfect balance of bastard to softy in your writing.

And if you don’t have any advice/tips, then simply think of this as a love letter to your immense talent and beautiful writing :)

Hi lovely,

Thanks for your ask (you’re not bothering me!)!

I’m so happy you think I get the balance right for him! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

It’s tricky to step back and reflect on but I did try to unpick things a little. Idk… see what you make of this and I hope it helps! 😄

Of course, these are just my personal thoughts and musings, and anyone and everyone else is welcome to chip in! I’m sure you all have great advice to share 😊

I mainly included some prompts and questions to consider, rather than trying to limit your interpretation in any way - we need your unique take on him! 😁

Position: what’s your position on how much of an ass he actually is? Is he a complete asshole but reader makes him soft? Is he a bit of an ass but mainly a bit misunderstood? Is he well-meaning but he simply shows his emotions / communicates in non-typical ways which people read as negative? Having a clear position makes it easier to demonstrate where he is acting out of character or not within a fic and might support the flips between assholey and soft. (We all have good and bad traits so pinning the limits of Nathan’s in your own interpretation might help? Is he cruel in X situation or about X thing but draws the line at X thing, for example? How does his assholery link specifically to his traits like ego, arrogance rather than being all-consuming. Where does it fall down to the more positive sides of his personality? This will probably help painting him as too cruel as well and making it harder to later pitch him as sympathetic.)

Nathan’s motivation and internal conflict: what does Nathan want and is there a conflict here (internal or otherwise). For example, is he a goner for reader and he is an ass on purpose to avoid showing it? Is he smitten but he’s oblivious, so his soft thoughts or actions are going to blindside even him? Does he think he wants to be left alone in peace, but doesn’t realise that’s untrue until reader is gone? Sometimes there might be a motivating force for being a dick rather than this aspect being a static personality trait. Does he have an outward behaviour which is at odds with his internal behaviour / thoughts? Also if we’re thinking about the transition from ass to soft, if you know the reason behind it it’s easier to unravel it later!

Other conflict: is there another type of conflict which makes Nathan and reader butt heads? What are reader’s flaws? Are they business rivals? Are they exes? Once this conflict is set up does the dynamic change once this conflict is removed? Is there an event or happening which puts Nathan in a vulnerable position or enables him to soften?

Nathan’s remorse / realisation: do Nathan’s behaviours change towards reader? Is there any motivating force behind this? For example, does he realise he’s gone too far? Does he express remorse or not? Does something happen to make him aware of the effect of his actions on reader where before he was in the dark? Is there a long-term character development or shift in priorities (why?)? Is he humbled for some reason? People do and can change and grow based on new information, so thinking about the depth and pace and direction of this change can help move him towards softness. It can be as abrupt or as gradual as you like, as long as the before / after is consistent in itself. You can also make him change reluctantly (happening despite himself) or eagerly (trying and either succeeding or failing) to change. Does he want to do better? Can he? Does he? Does he stick at it? Does he continue to put his foot in it? Does he double-down?

Interpretation and demonstration: how does reader interpret Nathan’s actions? How does he interpret theirs? Everyone has a different communication profile, different love languages etc. There may be a conflict in styles or modes of expressing fondness which initially leads to misunderstandings. You might want to decide how Nathan expresses affection (and doesn’t), how he shows he cares (and doesn’t), and how that relates to what reader is familiar with, wishes to see, and understands. To balance the bastard to soft ratio, it might be useful to think about areas where he might fail to show consideration, but then thinking about balancing that with an area he very much does. For example, maybe he doesn’t express care through physical touch, but he may always make sure you take your vitamins or whatever. Maybe he always forgets about your dinner dates but if you actually need him he jumps on a plane within minutes to get to you. Deciding what he values and whether that gels with what reader values is always gonna be useful! Also deciding what you personally just could not see Nathan doing. Maybe you think he would never buy someone a huge plushie for their birthday (though then sometimes it’s a fun way to play with a bastard-y character by subverting that and making them do the thing they would never). Maybe you think he would show his affection by telling you his fave episodes of Star Trek.

Characterisation from canon: questionable morals in some respects, for sure, but there’s a lot of ambiguity here which makes him so wonderful to play with when writing him, and deciding how much of a bastard you want him to be. We see a very distinct version of him in the movie, at a single point in time. There are no doubt qualities of Nathan which are inalienable: his ego, ambition, intelligence, quest for discovery etc. but for other traits it’s up for grabs whether you think he’d be, for example, just as manipulative outside of the setting of his experiment. Whether he’s just as controlling when he hasn’t spent months scripting every interaction and needs it to go just as he planned. Whether he’s as mean to people as he is to a non-sentient machine which he knows doesn’t have feelings. And so on and so on. He’s so much fun!!! 😁

Hope that helps, though I’m sure your interpretation is great already! Have fun with your writing!!! ☺️🧡

[roonilwazlibimagines]

What are some of your scenarios to fall asleep to? 👀

Ahhhh I’m glad you asked !! Also please feel free to share some of yours they can be specific or vague idc I’m in desperate need

I will be going into heavy detail because I can’t help myself I’m sorry and I will put in both normal ones and Harry Potter ones

Also this is just like one big ramble I’m sorry I got too excited I literally turned into that Tik tok sound where it’s like ‘you’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories’

Update - I think I’m just going to keep updating this as well when I think of new ones because I keep forgetting some

My most recent one is a royalty one where they’re like royalty but in their really prestigious and royal school they were academic rivals and did not get along and after school they like try to go their separate ways until a couple years later their parents force them into an arranged marriage for like the good of the country or whatever I don’t really care!! You can take it wherever you want from there but in case you were interested in mine he fell for her first and kinda gave up on the enemies thing pretty early on but she still made it clear he wasn’t her favourite person and she despised the situation and there is still constant teasing until she meets his sister or friend or whoever who says that they can’t believe how happy he is with them and she feels so bad because she thinks he deserves better and ends up being much meaner to him because she’s an idiot who can’t express her emotions and he gets angry at her because she’s being super mean after they were just starting to get along and they have a big argument and are forced to talk about their feelings and then I can never decide whether they actually like each other when they get married, I feel like either way is fun

I have a thing for royalty so my other one is literally just princess x stable boy and you can honestly take that wherever you want but I will tell you where I took it for some ✨inspiration✨ so I don’t have my drivers license and get really bad driving anxiety so I self projected and made her terrified of riding horses right (I’m so smart I know) and he is like trying to help her ride the horse and feel comfortable and like obviously they end up in love but I created drama because she sneaks out to his birthday party (!!) but his friends don’t like her because they just think she’ll be a snob but he obviously defends her but like it’s a perfect opportunity for a bit of an innocent princess as well

My personal favourite is the two co stars falling in love and like thinking about doing all those stupid interviews from like buzzfeed and all that and I personally love the trying foods from different places thing (like making them try fairy bread - because I’m from Australia and we aren’t that cultured and being mad when they don’t like it because it is my favourite food) and it’s great because i can make the guy any actor I am currently obsessed with 😭 but also like the red carpet opportunities and interviews and fan reactions and it’s very fun also this keeps my brain very busy because I like making it as realistic as possible and figuring out the actors timeline so I can match the story up with it, it’s always really intense, also if you want inspiration for what moving they’re staring in I always go for the live action version of tangled even if I don’t look anything like rapunzel

Another fun one is where one of them is in a band and you have a friend who is dating one of the other members but you don’t like the band and you’re not shy in letting the other members know that and it turns into an enemies to lovers thing but I haven’t really developed it because halfway through I ended up changing it with the fact that they befriend one of the members and like fall for them but the band member like ‘gets around’ and it makes them jealous until they drunkingly confess it made them jealous this one’s a bit of a mess and is tipping into a 2012 wattpad story but it was how I got back into my 5sos phase two years ago because I felt icky about them but I’m still a slut for Calum 😭

Another one I love is moving abroad to study or whatever (idk I just always need a reason to be in America/Uk because there’s no one here in australia) and you make friends with someone who turns out to be related to someone really famous (insert whoever you want) and you meet them and you think they’re the hottest person you’ve ever seen and you get drunk to gain confidence to talk to them and you’re like unashamedly flirting with them and they think it’s cute and you’re funny but the whole little plot twist is that you don’t know they’re famous (famous people love that, trust me, I have about 10 wattpad stories in my library that can prove this) !! And the don’t believe you don’t know they’re famous !! Anyways I took it in a sugar daddy direction but each to their own!

Specifically for Harry Potter though, you ask?

Currently I am obsessed with Regulus Black and for about the past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with the idea of James potter sibling x regulus black enemies to lovers story and then about a week ago I found an actually good wattpad story about it?!?! (I have recommended it here with warnings but I really encourage you to read it if you’re not a minor) but you can also do your own version because I am still doing my own version and will continue to do my own version tonight even if I am obsessed with the wattpad one !! Currently I am up to post Hogwarts and her and regulus are trying to defeat Voldemort and regulus tells her that Peter is going to betray James and so ofc she tells James but James is like ‘how to do you even know this??’ And he is so afraid and gets angry at her and it’s really dramatic and she tells him she’s dating regulus and then he gets super mad at her because she’s dating like one of the most well known and loyal death eaters (even if regulus is sneakily trying to destroy Voldemort) and because he didn’t tell her and it’s very dramatic

My favourite Sirius black idea is also a James potters sibling one, but I never have any good ideas for it and just end up self projecting so if anyone has any ideas, I am begging you, please tell me !!!

My other Sirius black one is one I’ve been working on for like the last 4 years of my life and I probably should write it but who knows, but basically it’s a 10 things I hate about you x Harry Potter story where reader is about a year or so older than the marauders and she is like Kat Stratford (for people who haven’t watched it the best way to describe her is just an angry early 2000s feminist who is like anti dating and fun (kinda)) but she is Lily Evans sister!! And so Lily gets fed up of James constantly asking her out and makes an offhand comment that she’ll date him when her sister goes on a date with someone and James is like really?!? And Lily is like ‘sure’ because she knows her sister will never date anyone at Hogwarts so James tells the marauders and Remus is like ‘if anyone can take her on a date, it’s Sirius’ and Sirius is like ‘no, I’m stupid but not that stupid’ and James is like ‘please I’ll pay you’ and Sirius is easily bribed so he tries to get her to go on a date with him and like she doesn’t until she does and then finds out he only did it because James paid him but then they fall in love? Basically just 10 things I hate about you lol

My next one is with Draco Malfoy and all it is is that reader comes from a pure blood family and they’ve known each other since they were babies and it’s like basically destined they get married but she gets like really upset when he gets the mark which makes for a good cuddling and crying scene and like idk people are probably more creative than me but I just like reimagining scenes from hp but with this new character so like Poa when she gets angry at him about buckbeak or the bathroom scene (maybe she duels Harry?) and she’s so upset about Draco and comforts him, or helping him in sixth year and comforting him or the quidditch scene in the fifth book (weird note, but I’ve always headcannoned that my original character finds out about dumbledores army but doesn’t say anything and like the da knows she knows but she doesn’t tell Draco or maybe Draco finds out and gets angry at her?)

My other one is another Draco malfoy one where James and Lily live and she’s Harry’s younger sister (and Voldemort isn’t a thing) but like there’s still stereotypes and beliefs and such and like it’s obviously enemies to lovers and maybe they get prefect duties together ? (I am a sucker for this trope in Harry Potter) but then when they do date they try to hide it but Harry finds out but doesn’t say anything until they get into a fight at home and he is like ‘well at least I’m not fucking Draco malfoy behind everyone’s back) (in my head they aren’t fucking because they’re still in Hogwarts but you get the idea) and James and Lily are just like ‘WHAT?!’ Like idk I just think it’s funny imagining James and Lily finding out their kid is dating Draco and Lucius and narcissus finding out Draco is dating a potter - so many possibilities!

Update 6.10.21

I also have one for Charlie Weasley !! And basically you’re friends with the twins and like you go your whole Hogwarts life with the biggest crush on Charlie but like he low key doesn’t even know who you are and you want to become a healer and then after Hogwarts there is a position in Romania and you take it because you know Charlie’s there and at first he is like hmmm I think I know you and you explain you’re friends with the twins and obviously he falls in love with you I also took it in a nsfw direction where it’s like major innocence kink because Charlie is just such a dom to me and he like teaches you everything but he makes sure you’re happy and safe and it’s not really like serious sex you’re both just having fun and he kinda introduces you to dom/sub dynamics but you can do whatever is most comfortable