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paperdice · 7 months ago

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Hii! I saw you write for saiki k, so i was wondering if i could please request Kusuo x foreign reader hcs? Reader is a transfer student from somewhere outside of Japan (maybe australia because i’m australian, but anywhere is fine if you can’t do that 💕), and she (or they, up to you) ends up in saiki’s friend group and they get feelings for each other. If you end up deciding to do this, tysm!! xx

𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

"Is it sad that my heart's beating frantically? you give me that look and I'm over the edge."

small note, reader will be Australian for the hcs but it won't be heavily influencing in all the hcs

When you first joined the new school, it was naturally nerve-wracking for you. New country, new culture new everything, it was one scary ride that only made you hope for the best.

Thankfully, you wouldn't be alone much longer, not with the new friends you've made. In fact, one of them had been tugging at your heartstrings for awhile now, and the melody felt right for both of you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Kusuo knew your intentions and how you were rightfully afraid during your first day. He knew how you truly feel, just as he does for everyone else in his life. Your thoughts and feelings were another book for him to read clearly, so why was it he was slowly growing an interest in you?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He's got a sharp mind, he knows himself better than anyone else, or so he thought. He always knew that he wasn't interested in romance and thought he would never feel it due to his psychic abilities. His romance radar seemed to be a little 'nonfunctional' but he didn't care.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ After awhile of getting to know you, he realized he was feeling off when around you. A feeling he didn't recognize was growing within him, and he quickly realized it. In the deepest farthest back of his mind, Saiki understood it had to be a romantic feeling.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He was stung by the idea, though the more time flew the more he was okay with it being towards you. The hidden love you had for him was no secret that you could possibly hide from Kusuo, he observed the gradual blossoming of your feelings for him firsthand.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ When you first arrived, people were curious about your life in Australia and shared their thoughts and comments during your conversations. Although Saiki didn't say anything to you, internally, he was interested in the life you lived before moving.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He knew you snuck in a lie or two about encountering a snake that tried to eat you, or how you threw in scares with exaggerations about the snakes and spiders. Or how overly dramatic you made yourself when addressing the pure hatred felt towards the city of Melbourne, Saiki never knew there was a city in Australia that was heavily frowned upon. And from what he heard in your thoughts, you didn't know why either, not from personal experience that is.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Trying to evoke reactions without ill intent, you seemed friendly. Over time, quirks like these grew endearing to Kusuo. He saw right through your choices more and more, only to find more things about you he liked. So, how is he now that he knows he likes you and you like him?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He definitely looks out for you. Naturally, he knows better than to be a stalker constantly following you around. His abilities underline that idea as useless; though it's not like he'd ever do it. That's why he checks up on what nuisance is bothering you or what future nuisance will be. People do have a habit of barging in on you. You'll never say how tiring it is, so Kusuo does you favors.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He enjoys your new-found company in the friend group, whenever you come around he subconsciously moves more in your direction. You don't like bothering him too much so he doesn't have to worry about you being a problem, he knows you don't wanna make some foolish mistake in front of your crush. Though you don't have to worry, your flaws to him are meaningless.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Sadly Kusuo doesn't get butterflies around you, but being near you disrupts his control over his powers and makes it hard for him to maintain while solving unthinkable problems. This can be frustrating, but he's never been mad at you about it, he can't control his heart after all.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Ever since he developed a crush on you, he has been smiling without even realizing it. It's just a small, soft smile that creeps onto his face when he sees you enjoying yourself with others. Luckily, he manages to catch himself before anyone else notices.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Saiki can't help but be a little jealous if guys are flirting too much with you, he knows you won't accept them however for some reason his mind can't help but feel envy.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He finds your opinions and morals interesting, internally giving dialogue on breaking down your thoughts and why you might think that way. An unspoken way of his is that he shows he cares about how you think by breaking it down like some analysis.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ If you have any hobbies or interests, he'll take some time out of the weekend to take a look at what's got you all hooked. Music tastes, collections, shows, podcasts literally anything you're into he'll give it a try. The appeal might rub off him, you do have good taste in things, to Saiki that is.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ His crush on you was a secret for a long time, and was almost accidentally figured out by Nendo. That mindless Nendo somehow connected the dots out of nowhere, maybe he saw how Kusuo looked at you, or maybe how close he gets naturally. Whatever the case, Kusuo freaked as Nendo was calling your name. But when you turned, it was just Saiki standing there, you felt crazy..

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Kusuo has only ever thought of you two being in a relationship as a maybe thought, which says a lot. But he decided that if he truly does want more in the future, he will make a move, a slight one at least. Just for you.

Saiki is such a cutie pie, maybe ill write dating hcs at a later date. Thanks for the request, feel free to return to ask another!

#saiki k x reader #saiki x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #fluff #headcanons

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rei-ismyname · 2 months ago

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Bloody hell, Scott (cute)

I'm not from the US, so everything I've picked up about Thanksgiving has been from media. As I understand it, it's some kind of occasion for the giving of thanks and eating of birds. Maybe pumpkins are involved? If it's anything like Australia there's almost certainly ethnic cleansing that doesn't get talked about enough. Idk, Spoilers for FTA Infinity Comic #22

Beak, Angel and their absurd amount of children flew across the country, dealing with crowds and racists, to have Thanksgiving with the X-Men (and other reasons, you'll have to read it yourself to find out.) Cyclops is like 'thanks but nah' and Angel points out that he didn't call ahead (fair tbh.) After a nudge on rudeness from the JUGGERNAUT of all people..

Christmas is saved, or whatever. Is that how psychic knives work? I don't care, it's super cool.

It's nice to see a bunch of mutants being happy for once, even Quentin Quire is in good spirits, though he doesn't look it. Gotta love seeing Magik hanging out with kids joyfully, seeing as she spent her tender years in hell/Limbo.

A rare laugh from Scotty and The Juggernaut is a softie. He's definitely got experience from helping raise Terry/Siryn with his strangely absent boyfriend, Black Tom. Cool Riot at Xavier's reunion too. Cyke tells a story about the time Xorn (who lives here, conquered New York disguised as Magneto, who also lives here) purged a ton of humans and killed Jean Grey. He told Beak not to run into a burning building...

But he did anyway. What a legend.

His kids are surprised at this, despite both parents having been secret agents for a time. Quentin opens his mouth and Glob is like dude...

But it turns out he's legit toasting the Beak, albeit with some language that children probably shouldn't hear. To the Beak! See you in another 5 years buddy, or when that psychic surgery making you forget your parents' grisly murder wears off.

It's actually a three parter with a B and C plot (featuring Beast and Magneto) so I might do a follow up. This is definitely another data point for Grant Morrison nostalgia btw

#x comics #x men #infinity comics #barnell bohusk #angel salvadore #cyclops #Psylocke #magneto #marvel #comics #thanksgiving #glob #magik #juggernaut #quentin quire #from the ashes

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wickedsick · 1 month ago

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Fuck it it's Christmas in Australia

@psi-spectacular I was your secret Santa this year!

I don't really engage in the psychonauts fandom as much nowadays, but I still love the secret Santa. It's an event where I get to make something for someone else, and it helps push my writing boundaries.

I've never done a sickfic before. I don't think I've even read a sickfic before. Still, I gave it my best go, and I hope you enjoy!

And thank you once again @kibasniper , for setting up this whole thing! Truly the most special time of the year.

“Ugghhh…”

“Dear, where do we keep the pickled hog noses?”

“I threw those out years ago, caro! They had expired!”

“They don't expire, they ripen! Like cheese!”

A few days ago, Raz came back from a mission with a blocked nose.

The next day, his eyes were watering, his temperature was rising, and soon after that, he had been stuck in bed.

“Doctor Sparckzinger is an extreme germophobe,” Hollis had explained to Donatella and Augustus. “Sasha thinks that Raz managed to catch an imaginary virus inside his mind.”

“Does that happen… often?” Augustus asked.

“No. Again, Sparckzinger is an extreme case. Regardless, we're planning to have Otto and Sasha monitor him to see if we can learn anything else and potentially create a cure.”

“You mean you do not even know if he will recover?” Donatella asked angrily.

“This is an unprecedented incident. If we had any more information, we'd share it. For now, we're going to prepare a quarantine area in case he's contagious.”

“Couldn't you ask this…”

“Sparckzinger,” Hollis offered.

“Yes, Sparckzinger. If it comes from inside his mind, shouldn't he know about it?”

“It's not that simple. It's derived from his subconscious. If anything, he might know less about it, due to not having the best understanding of illnesses and viruses in the first place.”

“That's it!” Augustus snapped his fingers.

“What is it?” Donatella and Hollis asked in unison.

“If it's a mental illness, then we just cure it mentally! Whenever I got sick, Nona would make me soup! I think we still have the recipe written down somewhere, maybe the main caravan? I'll go check!” And with that, Augustus rushed off.

“I will go make sure he does nothing too…” Donatella stood up.

“Your son may be contagious,” Hollis said. “I still strongly suggest isolation, to prevent more people getting sick. We have rooms in the Motherlobe-”

“The children all sleep in separate rooms, and there are latches on their doors besides. We shall do just fine.”

Augustus had found the recipes quickly enough. Nona had scribbled them down on loose-leaf paper and kept them in her room. The one that he remembered most fondly was an onion soup with hog noses. Unfortunately, the hog noses were no longer with them, so he had moved onto the next recipe.

“Hmm… peppers, ginger, potatoes, some chicken… did we finish the chicken last time?”

“Yes, I think we did… I had been planning to buy some more in the next town, but then everything happened, and…”

“Ah, yes, now I remember. Do you think we could get some from the psychics?”

“What, do you think they have a chicken farm hidden somewhere?”

“...Noodle Bowl…” Raz said, his voice weak. He was in his bed, swaddled in blankets.

“What was that, son? I couldn't quite hear.” Augustus came over, still holding the recipes.

“He said ‘Noodle Bowl’,” Dion said. He had been hanging around the outside of the caravan, pacing.

“‘Noodle Bowl’? Hmm, I might have some noodle recipes…”

“Maybe he wants some of that chicken noodle soup from that one town? I saved a box of it a while back,” Mirtala piped up.

“That's probably also expired,” Dion said.

“That stuff expires?” Mirtala asked, tilting her head to the side like a confused dog.

“For the- it's written on the box!”

“The Noodle Bowl’s a place in the Motherlobe,” Frazie said. “Raz told me he got some bacon there once, I think?”

“Raz wants bacon?”

“No, Mirtala. Wait, do you want bacon?” Dion asked, turning to Raz, who shook his head.

“...get chicken from the Noodle Bowl…”

“Wow, his voice sounds bad,” Mirtala said.

“He's probably got a sore throat,” Augustus said. “Now, let's see, when I had a sore throat, Nona made…”

He wandered off again, muttering to himself while flipping through the paper.

“Is it just me, or does it sound like Dad was sick a lot as a kid?” Frazie asked.

“Oh, his constitution was never the best,” Donatella’s voice came from outside. “He had a weak heart as a boy, but it cleared up when your older brother was born. Although, I was worried it would come back after The Incident.”

“...’m sorryyy…” came a sickly moan from indoors.

“Oh, no, I wasn't talking about you running away, Pootie. I was talking about when that horrid old man’s hypnosis came undone and your father realized the last three decades of his life had been a lie. I can talk about more than one Incident.”

“Anyway, Frazie. Go see if you can get some chicken,” Dion said. “Tala, can you get another bag of ice?”

“Why do I have to go get the chicken?”

“Because none of us know where the Noodle place is? Tala, the ice block’s in Nona's old tent. Chisel’s next to it.”

“‘kay!” Mirtala hopped outside.

“Dion, I heard about it once. I know as much about where it is as you do.”

“Then go ask your friend Norma. She'd probably tell you.”

“In that case, you can go ask Gisu.”

“No fighting, you two,” Donatella said. “Frazputin, you go talk to the mind-readers. Dionysus, you go make sure Mirtala is using the ice chisel responsibility.”

Wordlessly, but with slight groans at the usage of their full names, Frazie and Dion headed off on their errands.

On her way through the Quarry, Frazie ran into Lili, throwing stones into the water.

“Hey, you're… Lily, right?”

“Lili.”

“That's what I said. Anyway, do you know if I could borrow some chicken?”

“Why? Does this have to do with Raz?”

“Yeah. Dad's decided that the best way to treat a mental illness is with a mental cure, so he's trying to make a stew Nona made for him when he was sick.”

“...okay, but don't call it a mental illness. That's… that's a different thing.”

Eventually, they had managed to convince the cafeteria workers to loan them some chicken.

“Dad, I'm back!”

“Oh, good. Did you get the chicken? Ah, Lili! Good to see you!”

“We ran into each other in the quarry,” Frazie explained. “She helped me get in.”

“Splendid. Now, I'll start on the stew… what else?”

“Once I got sick at camp, and Agent Vodello gave me some tea with honey and lemon. Would that help?”

“Sounds splendid!” Augustus said. “Could you go get some honey and lemons? Who knows, maybe the fact that you're helping out will make all the difference- mental illness, mental cure!”

“Don't- don't call it that.”

As Raz lay in bed, he thought.

He'd been feeling horrible ever since coming back from the mission. On the plane back his symptoms had just gotten worse and worse, but the moment he was back in the caravan things had started to get better.

Everything his family was doing had been helping, little by little. Even just hearing Dion ask if he wanted bacon felt like it had lowered his fever a bit.

He still felt absolutely horrible, but it was less horrible.

“Hey, Raz!”

“Oh- hey, Queepie,” Raz said, his voice still weak.

“Dad's almost done with the stew and he told me to ask if you can sit up,” Raz’s little brother asked brightly.

“Yeah- yeah, I should be able to.”

“Great! I'll go get the thing we used that one time we tried to make breakfast in bed for Mom.”

That brought back memories. One year, they decided to make Donatella breakfast in bed. They had gotten a tray with folding legs to put the food on, and did their best to cook eggs and bacon.

The eggs got overcooked, and the bacon got a bit undercooked, but she had still said it was delicious.

Well, she said that the food was horrible, but the taste of the love they put into it outweighed that. And then she had banned Raz, Mirtala, and Queepie from using the stove until they turned twelve. But it was the thought that counted.

Maybe that's what it was, he thought. The fact that they were thinking of him. Just the idea that they were trying to help was helping.

“I got the tray thing!” Queepie said, running back into Raz’s room. “I unfolded it already.”

“Thanks, Queepie.”

“Dad said he's gonna be getting a bowl for the stew soon! One second!”

At this rate, he'd probably be out of bed by tomorrow.

The stew was good. Spicy, too, in a way he hadn't really gotten from any of the food at Camp or the Motherlobe. It filled him with warmth with each bite, even if the chicken was a little dry.

Eventually, he heard a knock at the door, and muffled voices, before the door swung open.

“Hey, Raz. Holding up?”

“Doing better, Lili. The stew's helping.” Lili was holding a two-handled mug, with a cartoony pink figure on it. “What's in the mug?”

“Well… I was thinking about how I could help out, and I remembered that one year, I got sick at camp, and Milla gave me some tea with honey and lemon. So, I thought that might help. I got the tea from Agent Boole, some honey from Agent O’Pea, my uncle let me borrow a lemon, and the mug belonged to Helmut,” she said, setting it down on the tray. “And I ran into Sasha and Otto on the way and they asked me how your condition was doing. So, how are you doing?”

“Better now,” Raz said, picking up the mug. “I think… so, the virus comes from Sparckzinger’s thoughts, right?”

“Right. Your dad said that it might help to just do what he thought would help.”

“Well, I think he was right. All day, I've been feeling better and better. The moment you came in here, I could feel my fever dropping,” Raz said. As he drank, he could feel his throat getting less sore- his body getting less weak. “This, plus the stew- I could probably get out of bed right now!”

Taking another sip of the tea, he pushed back the tray, and extracted himself from the pile of blankets and pillows.

“Thanks, Lili.”

“No problem. You'd do the same… hopefully.”

“Well, I don't know how to make stew, and I don't know if the tea thing would work for you too, but I'd try.”

Lili let out a small chuckle.

“Feeling better already, huh, Pooter?”

Frazie was looking in through the caravan window, hanging upside-down from the second-floor windowsill.

“Wha- Frazie!”

“You’re not sick anymore, so we get to make fun of you again. That's the rules,” Dion said.

“Oh, is Razputin up? I was just about to see if I could figure out Nona’s strudel recipes. I'm sure we have some preserves somewhere…”

“I mean, I still feel a tiny bit sick!” Raz called.

Augustus chuckled. “Alright, strudel it is. Is your girlfriend staying for dinner? We've still got plenty of stew!”

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #psychonautssecretsanta2024 #razputin aquato #augustus aquato #Donatella aquato #Dion aquato #frazie aquato #queepie aquato #mirtala aquato #I hope you enjoy!

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foxes-that-run · 1 month ago

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Taylor Swift Was Dumped By One Direction's Harry Styles After Short Romance, Left Heartbroken

Oct. 19 2012 By Amber Goodhand - RadarOnline.com (x)

Shortly before Taylor Swift started dating Conor Kennedy, RadarOnline.com has exclusively learned the songstress dated One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles and was left heartbroken when he was caught kissing another woman.

A source close to Taylor revealed she was head over heels for the 18-year-old Brit and they tried to keep their April romance hush-hush, but it abruptly ended when Harry was photographed locking lips with American model Emma Ostilly and Taylor was left heartbroken.

"Taylor really liked Harry and even though they weren't exclusive, he hinted at making it official with her just before he took off to Australia," the source told RadarOnline.com.

"He even told Taylor he didn't want her to see anybody else while he was gone!"

According to the source, Taylor was warned by her psychic (yes, she sees a psychic!) that she was about to be hurt and really disappointed by someone close in her life.

"Taylor had her love goggles on and didn't care what anybody had to say about Harry," the source said.

Shortly into Harry's trip Down Under, Taylor woke up one morning to confusing text messages from him.

"Taylor had all these texts from Harry begging for a chance to explain and telling her not to believe everything she reads," the insider said.

"She immediately googled Harry and found all the stories and pictures of him kissing Emma. She was heartbroken."

The We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together singer quickly moved on with Conor, and has admitted her addiction to love.

"I just love talking about love," Taylor told Country Weekly.

"I love writing about love. I love thinking about love because it’s so unpredictable."

Knowing how much Taylor uses her relationships to write music, do you think we should expect a song about Harry on her next album? Sound off below…

#haylor media #Haylor #Print Articles

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monsterblogging · 1 year ago

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So I rewatched Pacific Rim: The Black to refresh myself on how bad it was, and once again I am just kind of in awe at how god-awful it is.

The Black very literally takes the magic out of Pacific Rim. You know how "drift hangover" refers to a persistent psychic connection between pilot and jaeger? Welp, here "drift hangover" is used to refer to a headache after drifting. Ghost drifting (you know, when pilots get psychic with each other) is turned into ghost piloting, which is when a pilot drifts with the memory of another pilot. Like, it's understandable if most people don't clock the mysticism and animism underpinning Guillermo del Toro's vision of Pacific Rim, but this is a very deliberate effort to erase where humans can just have funky psychic shit happen to them sometimes.

The Black doesn't really seem to understand how drifting works. Two characters have a heated argument without falling out of alignment. Another character functionally has a mind-reading ray. There's no real comprehension of what drift compatibility is and how it works.

The child soldiers are younger than ever. Taylor looks like he was maybe twelve at most when he was taking his pilot's test. Like. Actual twelve year olds are getting certified as jaeger pilots in this world. And this is framed as a good and desirable thing. Literally what the fuck.

The Black calls Horizon Brave "Horizon Bravo," and claims it's a Mark IV jaeger. If you have literally any access to any information about Horizon Brave at all, you know it's a Mark I jaeger.

The jaeger piloted by the children (Atlas Destroyer) is claimed to be a Mark III jaeger, yet uses the type of fuel cells introduced in Uprising. Like it was a whole fucking plot point that Lady Danger was a nuclear jaeger. Literally all they would've had to do was make Atlas Destroyer a Mark VI. It would have been fine.

Atlas Destroyer has a bunch of features Mark IIIs definitely didn't have. Remember how Raleigh and Yancy needed a crew to help them into their drivesuits? Atlas Destroyer just automatically tosses 'em on itself. Remember how Lady Danger's AI mostly just gave status updates? Atlas Destroyer's AI holds entire conversations. Again, you could've just made it a Mark VI, show.

And speaking of Atlas Destroyer's AI, for some goddamn reason the PPDC gave her an emotion chip. Because it's not hard enough to be a pilot already, now your jaeger gets to have anxiety.

The Black claims that Trespasser "smashed the Australian wall in the first attack." This is wrong on every conceivable level. Trespasser attacked San Francisco in the first attack, in 2013. The first kaiju to attack Sydney was Scissure, in 2014. The kaiju what smashed the wall was Mutavore, in 2025.

There is one queer-coded character. He is murdered in gory fashion.

There is one Indigenous-coded character who studies kaiju and their biology. He is depicted being into New Agey woo and wrongly believing that the kaiju he raised can love him. He dies when one of his kaiju eats him.

A major antagonist is depicted as a ruthless man who will kidnap, mindwipe, exploit, and even murder children. Then the show attempts to give him a redemption arc and we're supposed to actually care.

The PPDC refused to let the children's father retrieve them and the other survivors left behind in "the Black." (Read: Australia after the PPDC literally bombed it from space after a bunch of breaches started opening all over it.) Yeah, the PPDC can bomb an entire continent from space, but they can't spare a goddamn rescue helicopter.

Despite all of this and the aforementioned child soldiers, the PPDC is framed as the good guys and the only respite from the horrors of the Black; getting to the Sydney shatterdome is an unambiguously happy ending.

Early on we're lead to think that the PPDC might be getting its hands dirty with kaiju genetic experiments/bioweapon development. Later on we learn that it's the local kaiju cultists doing it. Now come on, which suspect actually makes sense here; the PPDC who can afford to build a killsat, or the kaiju cultists who apparently can't even afford a sterile room to perform a blood transfusion in?

The kaiju cultists are pretty obviously inspired by far right conspiracy theories about evil cults, rather than the actual behaviors of actual cults.

The kaiju sisters recruit by kidnapping women, turning them into kaiju hybrids, and forcing them into their hivemind. For some reason they kill all men. Despite this they are really obsessed with the idea that the half-kaiju smol, who for all appearances is a boy, is going to be their kaiju messiah. It really doesn't make sense, but then again, what can we expect from a slapdash job of far right conspiracy theories?

By the way, this is the PPDC banner literally hanging from the PPDC training center, in the show that is very firm in insisting that THE PPDC IS THE GOOD GUYS WHO PROTECT YOU:

#pacific rim #pacific rim the black #pacific rim: the black

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dashielldeveron · 3 months ago

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Hi Dash! I hope you're doing well. I'm writing this ask literally 1 hour before I need to leave for one of my sem finals (which I'll be fine at hopefully, since I studied). But while I was anxiously awaiting purgatory, I read one of my favourite of your works again - Monoma's route in Soulmate Trope. Istg I am not exaggerating, no writing has made me laugh harder than that single scene where he just... wordlessly pulled down his pants. I laughed so hard that my roommate had to come check on me. And the word "cum gutter" had dealt irreversible psychic damage to my brain. Sometimes while doing some mundane stuff, I think back about that scene, or countless other scenes from the book and had to remind myself I'm in public. I've only watched MHA up till season 3 and a bit into 4 but I was kinda already spoiled about the ending, so I'm so in love with the world you build there. I've always kinda wanted to try writing my own work because I sometimes have a budding idea that had me go, 'oh I think that'd make an interesting story', but then I realised I suck at writing. Writing just 1000 words took me an hour or more, I don't know how you wrote 60k words for 1 chapter!! That's absolutely insane. Also also, because your writing is so hilarious, when you get emotional, it hits so hard. "and i've gotta crow" is absolutely one of my all time favourite fan work, though idk what the title means. My writing, just after the first few paragraphs, feels like sandpaper to read. But your work really inspired me to want to at least try, even if I don't post anything. Especially after my finals, I'm going to try shitting this one idea out of my head in the summer (oh I'm in Australia so my summer is almost here). So yeah thank you for making me laughed so hard and also fingerbanged my heart. If you have nothing better to do, would you mind sharing your general writing process with me? As in, is there a forbidden jutsu move that amazing authors use when writing? For me, I feel like I'm typing and deleting and retyping until it forms a coherent sentence, but after putting them together it's dryer than my chicken breast that I forgot for 30 minutes in the oven. If not it's okay too, I hope you have a wonderful day!

yes.......YES.........let the monoma adoration flow through you!!!! we need more people in our monoma coterie!!! it's now you, me, 📌 anon, and like, two other anons i believe???? we are officially a Club, i say!!!

writing discussion/advice/process under the cut

okay, who told you you suck at writing? and why do they think so??? odds are you don't. odds are, you're overthinking your own work too much. when i look at stuff i've written, i see the writing process in every sentence, and odds are, you might, too. seeing the process takes away parts of being able to immerse yourself in the writing. so, your stuff probably isn't bad; it's just that you know all about how it was made!!!

writing takes me a long time! mostly bc i have academic/work writing to do all the time, so writing fic as my breaks from work isn't always efficient and fun. and i'm pretty sure some people may get frustrated with me for taking so long to update, but that's just how my life is rn. it's ultimately perfectly fine if you take a long time, though, because this is a hobby. we're not getting paid for this. we're providing art for free.

anyway......my process.....hmm. well. step one is to be haunted by visions.

step one is actually to think about that first idea you have to spark the fic. doesn't matter if it's in the middle or end, or anything. and you want to consider what kind of people would get in this situation (helps define what kind of character reader will be) and what could possibly lead up to it. it's okay if it seems like a bunch of disjointed ideas at first.

i am a big outliner, but i always allow seredipity during the writing process. as in, if something starts happening that's cool that i didn't plan, i'm cool with it, so long as it makes sense for the characters.

so, if i start a fic, i will start with an outline that's just a list of things i want to happen in the fic. sometimes it's specific events, and sometimes, it's something like "and they get romantically closer here through some tragic accident." put those events in an order that makes sense for the emotional progression of your characters.

i also keep running lists of hot lines of dialogue that i come up with, sexy outfits to put people in, sexy gestures, domestic things that would ruin me, or other fic-specific lists--like for tenko's soulmate route, i kept a running list of weird facts that reader could bring up. not many ended up going in the fic, but still.

like, this is a screenshot of a working outline/list from aizawa's route:

not all of this happened!! and more scenes got way fleshed out!!! i plan for Large Events and Emotional Resonance, but i am open to strange directions that just happen while writing the scene itself, so long as i get to where i need to go eventually. like.....the only one bed stuff on the undercover mission never happened, because suddenly, the club scene got super detailed, and aizawa would probably be too exhausted to spend the proper time having the argument, let alone sex, with reader that night.

but basically, i always want to know where i'll end up, even if i don't know how i'm going to get there. because the process of the characters getting there is where fun, detailed, character work happens. bc if your characters are distinct enough, they'll drive the story more than whatever plot you have.

i'm not every writer ever (obviously), so i know that more thorough outlining or not planning at all works better for other people!!! maybe try experimenting with completely planning and completely pantsing some shorter stories to see what works better for you.

i don't have a daily routine for writing bc i am Busy All the Time, but i carry a notebook in my purse if i am struck with visions, and when i type on my computer, i usually turn on an ambient mix from ambient.mix.com to block out other stuff. usually, i can find an ambience to fit the mood of the scene i'm writing, too lol, which doesn't necessary help but makes things more fun.

i honestly think i spend more time daydreaming about the story than writing it?? i am a big advocate for daydreaming. it's important that you spend time thinking about everything that could go wrong, bc it often makes for a better story if it's fucked up, somehow. idk it may also be bc of work that i'm away from a computer so often. i like writing in the notebook by hand bc it's less pressure to make it "good," and so i can edit as i type it in a word doc later.

and editing is, of course a huge part of the writing process!!! i would say it'd be weirder to write a sentence just right the first time, as opposed to deleting and rephrasing repeatedly! you're doing just fine!

but i wouldn't say there's any secret besides doing it a lot!!!! i know i'm not a great writer, but i know i'm okay, and that's the result of working and practising it for about two decades now. i just have practise, read a lot, and spend a lot of time, academically, discussing written stories.

so!!! if you're feeling like your stuff isn't as good as you want it to be, you just need to start allowing yourself to suck!!! nothing is perfect the first time!!! and eventually, you can edit your sucky stuff into stuff that's compelling.

good luck with your semi finals and finals!!! and thaaaaaank you for 1) valuing my advice as an artist (gosh!!!!!) and for 2) saying such nice things about the silly little stories i write!!!! it means a lot to me!!! you're so kind!!!!! i hope any of this helped at all!!!! and i hope your day is peaceful!!!! xx.

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