#and I think my vocabulary was Okay like it was decent

[burnthybread]

my English paper 2 went well guys

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello! I love your writing, especially that mad dog Drabble! Could you maybe do something similar for Oikawa? Noncon if you’re comfortable with that too. Thank you so much!

I wrote this awhile ago and then I never got around to publishing it and now I refuse to reread it because i cringe at my old writing but i remember spending a shit ton of time on this so here's my three year old trash fic. enjoy.

(Warnings: dark content, non-con touching, rape, non-con/sexual harassment, verbal degradation, forced orgasms, public-sex, overstimulation) 

18+ content 

 Tutoring Sessions 

You knew Spanish. 

Not an expert by any means, but you could probably get by if you were stranded in a Spanish-speaking country. You were good at it. Decent. 

You just weren’t the teaching type. You could barely learn, let alone, pass your skills on to someone else. Teaching required patience and diligence. That wasn’t you. 

But, really, what could you say when the Captain of the volleyball team himself asked you to tutor him? He looked so desperate too, looking down at you with pleading eyes. He asked for an hour-no-just thirty minutes. All you had to do was correct his grammar, jot a few vocabulary words for him, and maybe teach him extra conjugations. 

Looking back, you should have declined. You should have made any bullshit excuse you could think of. You should have laughed nervously, apologized- have done anything to get out of his attention. 

You shouldn’t have let him coax you into the fourth floor of the library, trapping you with his tall body in an isolated booth. 

At least then his hand wouldn’t be currently rubbing your thigh.

His movements were slow, casual, as his fingers made lazy circles up and down your leg. You couldn’t tell if it was intentional if he was touching you on purpose or mindlessly moving his hands. His face betrayed nothing, solely staring forward at the sheets of paper. 

“So, I just replace the ‘ar’ with ‘aron’?” He asked, his hand slowly moving higher and higher, “Why can’t I use ‘aban’?” 

You bit your lip, “Because it has a definite ending. The-the sentence is ‘they spoke with me yesterday’. The action ended yesterday, that’s-that’s why we use the preterit form.” 

Your breath hitched when his hand trailed underneath your skirt, skimming across your panties. Your hand balled into a shaking fist. 

You wanted to tell him to move, you wanted to shove his hand off you, but you weren’t confrontational. Instead, you elected to push down the feeling of unease in your chest, trying your best to ignore his ministrations, praying that he’d drop his hand by himself.

He didn’t.

“Right, you use preterit form for a definite ending,” He’s murmuring now, a sultry rumble that sends shivers down your spine, “I keep forgetting that." His laugh twinkles through the air. It's a jarring contrast to his warm hands.

“So ‘Hablaron me ayer’?” 

He took that moment to slide past your panties, lightly rocking on your heat. You sucked in a short breath, gritting your teeth. You couldn’t pretend like he didn’t know what he was doing, not when his fingers were sinking deeper and deeper-

A finger tapped on your inner thigh. Play along.

“It’s-it’s ‘me habl-ah-hablaron ayer’. The object comes first-” You flinched when his pointer finger stroked over your hot skin, “And-and then the subject.” 

You wished he’d stop making you talk. You wished you could just push him off you. You wished so many things, things Oikawa wouldn’t grant you. 

“Okay,” He’s grinning now, a little less put together. His breathing is a little ragged, hitching whenever you uncomfortably shift. Though he’s still resolutely staring at the pages before him, his eyes are shining. Eager, “-makes sense,” 

You just realized how empty the library is. 

You can feel his calloused fingers crawling under you, searching for something. His middle finger curls a little, softly brushing over your sensitive clit. 

You stumble forward. He says something, but you’re not listening. Not when his fingers are hovering over your hot button, delving down to push and prod. 

Your reached up to cover your mouth, instantly silencing any noises you knew would come spilling out. He laughs at that, finally finally breaking the act of playing innocent. 

Or maybe it wasn’t such a good thing. He’s looking at you now, a knowing smirk on his pretty face. 

Repulsion burns through you. It’s quickly replaced by humiliation as a wet squelch erupts from the place he’s touching you, making you lurch. 

“I wasn’t expecting that,” He hums in satisfaction, “You already dripping? You must really want this, huh?” 

He stares at you, daring you to reply, knowing fully well you won’t. No, you wouldn’t say anything, you wouldn’t do anything either. You would just sit there and take it. 

Exactly what he wants. 

He’s moving at a rhythm now, rubbing your clit with his thumb as his fingers inch down your folds. Your nails are digging into your trembling palm, but you don’t tell him to stop. You don’t say a word. No, that would be acknowledging what he’s doing. It would make it real-

your thoughts vanish as a slender finger sinks into your pussy. Your sigh is muffled by your clammy hand, digging further into your mouth as he starts fucking you in earnest. He’s going too fast; your mind is spinning. You can’t keep up with the waves of pleasure coming in and out and in and out and in again. 

Your hand slips and the moan that escapes your mouth surprise you. It was loud and so dirty, you couldn’t believe it was your voice-it was you who made that noise. 

His finger curls, bending in your tight walls and you feel like wailing. Oikawa strokes against a spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars. 

You unconsciously lean against him. Oikawa draws you in closer, forcing you to rest against his shoulder as a second finger sinks into your heat. You whine as it pushes through your sopping walls, completely stretching you out. 

You think you hear him snarl a quiet fuck but you’re not paying attention. Your head is pounding, matching the brutal thrusts of his fingers. It’s devouring you it’s too much and you want to stop, you want to breathe. Oikawa isn’t keen on helping, not when he’s rubbing fast circles on your clit, stretching his fingers inside you when he feels you’re not making enough noise. He wants something from you. 

And you’re forced to give it to him. 

There’s a hitch in your breath, the tiniest pause, before you clench around his fingers with a muffled scream. He hushes you, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder as he keeps fucking your pussy until you collapse in his chest. 

You’re panting when he finally removes his fingers, wiping the slick haphazardly on your inner thigh. You shift uncomfortably when he pulls away, feeling your hole clench again. The orgasm fades away and all you’re left with is the shock of what you’ve done and utter humiliation. 

He lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. His brown eyes were dark, coated in lust. He’s sneering at you. 

The kiss surprises you. You weren’t expecting his lips to be soft as he gently melts into yours. It’s so tender, a stark contrast to what he was like before. Maybe it was because you didn’t really put up a fight, your lips falling open when he stroked his thumb on your sensitive skin. 

It’s still intense and when he pulls away, you take your first real breath. 

“See?” He hums, a hand settling on yours, “That wasn’t so bad, right?” 

“Oikawa-” 

He’s pulling you out of your seat before you can finish your sentence, dragging you away from the abandoned table filled with unused highlighters. Your legs are still weak, you stumble around a little. Oikawa doesn’t mind, towing you like he’s carrying nothing but air. 

He slips into an empty storage closet, with you reluctantly trailing behind him. The door closes behind you with a dull thud, and you’re forced to stand with him in the darkness. 

When the light comes back on, he’s towering above you. His chest presses against yours, pinning you against the wall. His smile is manic, filled with a hunger that you know won’t be satisfied with just one taste. 

No, he wants to devour you whole. 

It’s the realization, that he will ruin you, that make your eyes sting. Hot tears creep down your cheeks as your lips waver. 

He coos at that, “Don’t cry, baby. You’ll be okay. I took care of you, right? I made you feel so good?” He shuffles closer and you can feel something hard and stiff press against your thigh. 

“Now you gotta’ do the same for me. It’s a fair trade, right?” 

He’s kissing you again. It’s rough, this time, as he bites on your bottom lip, hard enough to tear skin. Your yelp is muffled as he shoves his tongue into your drooling mouth. You taste the smallest hint of something metallic. 

His lips move down, covering your jaw with soft butterfly kisses that made your head spin. When they find your neck, he clamps down on your soft flesh, licking at biting at everything he could taste. Your breath hitches, a sound that’s in between a gasp and a moan. The sensation of his teeth against your neck causes you to lean your head against the wall, reluctantly giving him room. He purrs at that.

“Good girl.”

His hands are fiddling with your buttons. You barely have time to speak before he impatiently rips your shirt, sending the round objects scattering.

A half-hearted apology is mumbled into your skin. His fingers skitter over your bra, you cry out when his cold hands push the material up to feel your tits.

It’s still not enough. His body is feverish, you feel so hot against him, so pliant, so beautiful. You’re crying, whimpering, softly whispering for him to stop but do you even know how desperate you sound? Your voice sounds so needy, it’s hard to be sated from just touching.

Oikawa yanks down your skirt, letting them pool at your ankles. Your thighs are still glistening from his previous ministrations and your panties are wet, still soaked.

He feels pure euphoria watching them slide down your legs, landing on the ground next to the other piles of clothing.

You’re standing before him, barely clothed, shivering. He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek, mumbling a soft ‘be good for me, okay’, before he reaches down to his pants.

He doesn’t pull it down all the way, just enough to reach inside and pull out his throbbing cock. It’s already an angry red, a single drop of precum leaking at the tip.

He gives it a few cursory pumps, before he stills.

“I really wanted to see you cum, bet you looked so pretty. Do you mind doing that again, just for me pretty please?”

He grinned when you didn’t reply. You can’t understand how someone so beautiful could hide so much cruelty. 

“No? That’s okay, I’ll just make you. Again.”

In one single movement, he hikes your leg against his hip and thrusts his cock inside you.

You wail as he pushes himself inside, already starting to set a rough pace. It hurts, much bigger than two fingers. Whatever he did before clearly didn’t help make it feel any less painful. You give a choked scream, hot tears clouding your vision.

He’s not quiet either, leaning his forehead against the wall behind you, moaning shamelessly. He’s saying your name like a prayer, repeating it over and over again until it sounds like that’s the only thing he can say.

“You have to relax, baby-fuck you’re so tight.” Oikawa hisses, hiking your leg higher to fuck you deeper.

The pain fades. You wish it stayed, keeping you sober while he pushes you against the wall, greedily palming your tits, sucking on your neck.

But it disappears and a loud moan leaves your lips, too breathy to be made from anything but pleasure.

You instinctively cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds your traitorous body is making.

“Nope, not this time,” He cheerily says, ripping your hand away, “I wanna hear you scream.” 

He angles his hips, his cock sinking into that spot and you do scream.

The pleasure that waves up and down your body blinds you. Your body isn’t listening to you, anymore. Your cunt keeps sucking him back in with each thrust. You can feel beads of precum roll down your thigh. Oikawa’s head is resting on your shoulder now. His weight makes your shaky legs buckle, digging your back further into the hard concrete.

He kisses your hand, encouraging you to drape it on his shoulder. It limply falls beside his neck, barely brushing against his hair.

You shift your hips and his cock stutters almost stopping his rhythm before Oikawa’s cooing something dirty into your ear, reaching down to rub your clit until you’re crying out again.

It’s addicting, he realizes, having your cunt flutter around him like this, leaking out his precum. It’s a feeling that makes him piston himself into you over and over again, relishing in the way your pussy tries to suck him in, like you were begging for more.

“O-oikawa,” You finally gasp when you finally regain the ability to speak, “Slow down please please slow-slow down.”

His laugh is breathy, “You want me to slow down, angel? What, are you close again?”

You don’t respond, but it’s enough to make him go faster, ignoring your pleas in search of your gradually rising voice.

He hisses when his knee hits the wall, grimacing.

“-Wanted to do this at a bed, you know,” He grunted, “Somewhere soft. But-but I didn’t wanna-hah-scare you, you’re so anxious it was so-fuck- hard choosing a place-place you’d actually show up in.” 

He rubs your clit, feeling your walls grow tighter and tighter. He pulls back to look at you, eyes shut, your lip caught between your teeth, your face filled with lustful pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how perfect you are.”

You follow his orders, your orgasm making you cry in ecstasy. It makes you go limp and you almost sink to the floor before Oikawa catches you, keeping you upright as he chases his own end.

He doesn’t stop, not even when you beg him to slow down that it’s too much. No, he just hushes you again, stumbling over a tensed ‘Just a little more’, before he’s going faster and faster until you feel something warm, wet, and sobering fill your cunt. 

He’s slows down then, his eyes shut in bliss as he rocks his hips forward, milking as much as he could. When he finally pulls out, he does it with a hiss, making you flinch as his skin hits your sensitive clit. 

He doesn’t catch you this time, letting you drop to the floor. You tumble to the ground, your hands barely catching your fall. The tile is so cool against your sensitive skin, it almost makes you forget the milky liquid spread on your legs, the finger-print shaped bruises on your thigh. 

You don’t think you have anymore tears left, but they still fall, running down your cheeks. 

He’s instantly over you, brushing a hand down your face. 

“Oh, don’t cry, baby, you did such a good job,” Oikawa cooed, wiping your tears away. 

He’s not comforting you. His smile is too satisfied to make you think he had any semblance of pity. You briefly wonder what he’s seeing. You, exhaustedly crumpled against the wall, your legs curled, cum seeping out, your neck and chest littered with teeth marks. No wonder he looks so pleased.  

He pets your hair, shifting it back in place and it’s so domestic-so loving that it makes you sick. 

Oikawa grins, showing teeth. “How about next time we study at my place.”

[sgiandubh]

Have you seen the official Getty pictures of Sam and Eleanor from tonight and this below? I’m not sure how to best express my feelings but it’s making me question the special chemistry I thought S and C had and believing they are a couple. I’m trying not to be sad but I’m questioning everything I have believed.

https://twitter.com/cashmyeshaybabe/status/1719822928714596696?s=46&t=PwRUwYJkImTt7ctbAQQkKw

Thanks for a weary and distraught shipper.

(*Testing 1, 2. Testing 1, 2, 3. Can everyone hear me?*... is the Austen-esque style civilized enough for your crowd?!)

Dear Weary and Distraught Anon,

I have Reasons to believe you are neither Weary, nor Distraught (or a Shipper, for that matter), since you are making The Rounds in the Hope that you will Elicit a New Convert, or at least Stir Shite like it's God's Work. Let me, therefore, Inform you that @bat-cat-reader has Blocked you on the spot, which I believe prompted this Last Resort solution of turning to me.

I happen to share the Same Sentiments as you, Anon. I am also Weary of People Like You, immediately popping in our inboxes with your Puerile, huffing and puffing Fake Tantrums, every Single Time S or C get out of Their Bubble and have a public apparition. And I am also Distraught at the Very Thought that People Like You still think we are Candid enough to even consider your intellectually Precarious Arguments, even for a Single Second.

These are the Earth-Shattering pictures that ruined your Evening, Anon:

Exhibit 1: a bit of eye-candy for 'your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses'. Promo-shtick 101.

Exhibit 2, or as your Chief, the Dimwit would dementedly shout every time one of you, Anons, makes it alive back to Mordor: MARRIT! FUCKING! (I believe the Third Interjection in her Dedicated and Minimalistic Vocabulary was...MARRAPAZ? 🙄)

Ho-hum. He doesn't even touch Tomlinson in this second picture, Anon.

Have a chicle, Anon. Then, repeat after me:

Eleanor Tomlinson is C's Good Friend. C has publicly okayed the project on X when they started shooting the series.

Eleanor Tomlinson is MARRIT to Will Owen since 2022. Their first marriage anniversary was Paper.

Eleanor Tomlinson and Sam Heughan have On-screen Chemistry only. They do not have a Ten Year-long History of Innuendos and decently substantiated occurrences, allowing for a pretty Clear Theory of life/love status - unlike Those Other Two you are so readily doubting, Liar Anon.

When you are done repeating those, please write 120 times in a row the following:

I have the attention span of a Highland midge and the ferocity of a rattlesnake.

We're done now, Anon. Please pack your belongings hit the Copy/Paste buttons for a Fuming Anon to Dimwit citing All Subsequent Comments to this Post and kindly (but quickly) see Yerself Oot.

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ PART ONE - TOJI

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✧ content warnings unaliving of major character.

 “Any last words?”

 Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No . 

 I was just too confident.

 A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose and it was time for me to go.

 Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time. 

 “Nah,” I replied, vaguely. 

 How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that? 

  Any last words?

 Why would I tell him that? 

 Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

 Tell him that I had a wife who actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long. 

 My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself? 

 She told me I was going to be okay. 

  I wasn’t okay.  

 I’m a fucked a person.

 A fucked up father.

 I was never meant to carry responsibility because it never lasts long. Good things don’t last long. Death will always be endgame. So I went on with my life. I left my kid to fend for himself. Even Kong tried helping me take care of him, which was a waste on his part. 

 There was no point. 

 I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person . . . But I met. . . Her .

 In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and her. 

  Y/N. 

 Another person who managed to see the impurity I have in me as pure. 

 What I had with Y/N was accidental. Not in a bad way, but we met on a whim. I met her at a bar a few months after my wife died. She was just so…vibrant. Special. Y/N puts words in my vocabulary I thought I kept reserved for my late wife. 

 Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Sexy. Deep brown skin, and a bed of coils on her head that smelled like honey and pomegranate. Curves of a siren but a face of a goddess. I wanted her to lose herself in me…

 It seems like I lost myself in her. 

 A one night stand turned into every night. Sex turned into conversations, and conversations turned into…

 Feelings. 

 A sick motherfucker like me who killed a teenager for money, almost killed one who fucking did reversed cursed technique to come back to life, and left another badly beaten, has feelings. For another woman who isn’t my dead wife. 

 The shit I got myself into with Y/N, having unspoken feelings for a woman I’m never going to see again, and she is a part of my last dying memories. 

  I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this fucking sunlight beaming in my face every time I sleep here. Y/N says light helps you through the day, so being met with it first thing in the moment will give you the energy that you need. 

 Whatever that means. 

 However, I would be lying if I said I don’t feel calm right now, especially after last night.

 We had an argument like we’re a couple. We’re not. I don’t know what exactly is going on between me and Y/N, but I know I’m selfish enough to claim her as mine without actually having a title. I made it very clear that I would kill anyone that she tries to move on with, and I have every intention of keeping that promise. 

 And I know she’s probably getting sick of this complicated situation we have. 

I fuck her, we talk, and when I felt like it was getting too real, I leave for weeks then return when I think I have my feelings under control. 

 But see that’s the thing, no matter how long or far away I am from Y/N, I’ll never have what I feel for her under control. 

What I feel is indescribable. She makes me feel like I have a choice to be better. To do better, and when I’m around her, I think that I want to. 

 I sound like a fucking sap. Toji Fushiguro, the Zen’in fuck up, having feelings all because of her. Love is foreign to me. Never thought I would come close to experiencing it again, but Y/N helps me find the meaning. 

 And even if I never said those words to her before, I feel it. 

 I feel it when I wake up in her bed, laying in the sheets that carry her lingering scent. Vanilla. Almonds. A hint of jasmine with sweet berries. 

 I feel it when I walk into the kitchen to see her cooking breakfast while wearing my shirt. 

 Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy and beautiful. Morning wood is getting harder by the second. 

 My arms find Y/N’s waist to wrap around and pull into my erection so she can feel what she does to me. 

 “‘Morning, sweets,” I grumble, kissing the sweet spot behind her ear. She relaxes into my arms, but still manages to cook. 

 “I see you’re finally up… and here,” she says with a soft smile on her face. 

 “We are up.” We, meaning my cock and I. “And I am here. I told you I was staying the night. Thought I was lying?”

 “No, I thought something might’ve come up. You know—with your sorcerer killing business.”

 I hum. “Not today, but I do have something to handle in a couple of days.” Soon I need to take down the fake bounty I put out for the Star Plasma Vessel to make my move. 

 Y/N’s body tenses, shoulders becoming rigid and putting distance between us due to me telling her that I’m leaving soon. She turns off the stove, puts down the cooking spoon and turns to look at me. I know she’s mad at me. More so, disappointed. I just can’t help but think how fucking gorgeous she is, especially in the morning. 

 “You’re leaving already?” she asks. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, Toji. Where are you going now?”

 “I’m not going anywhere far. I’ll be in Tokyo. It’s a quick job, then I’ll come back to you.”

 Y/N purses those full pretty lips and crosses her arms over her chest, causing the swell of her breasts to be seen.

 Now isn’t the time to have horny thoughts about her, but fuck. 

 “Whatever. Breakfast is ready. You can grab a plate.” Y/N turns to walk away from me. “I’m going to start getting ready for work.”

 “Hey,” I say, grabbing her wrist to pull her back into my arms. This time, enclosing her tightly so she doesn’t leave until I let her. “I said I’m coming back to you. Didn’t I?”

 “Yeah, and you always fucking say that. Don’t you? What makes this time different?”

 “Because I-” Before those words escaped my mouth, I looked away. 

 The stare of Y/N’s round chestnut-colored eyes weigh on me while she waits for me to speak. 

 It’s quiet. Early morning, all that is heard is the birds chirping, making the silence between me and Y/N even fucking louder. We’re like this for about thirty-seconds until she realizes my unfinished words.

 Her face softens. “You… what?” 

 “Y/N…” I sigh. “It’s not easy for me. These fucking words. These emotions. They’re all jumbled in my head. I just-”

 “When you come back.” She interrupts, however, I don’t understand what she’s saying, so she continues. “Promise me, whatever you were going to say to me, promise that you’ll say it when you come back.”

 “Sweets-”

 “Just promise.” Her voice slightly breaks, eyes already glossing from the near tears. 

 I look at Y/N and see peace. Hope. Maybe’s and what ifs. Again, feelings that are foreign to me. Feelings I should be incapable of feeling. Shit, I fucking hate this… Then again, I don’t. 

 She doesn’t deserve the half-assessed bullshit I’ve been giving her. The inconsistency, and lack of commitment. 

 And I don’t deserve anything she gives me. Her time. Honestly. Empathy. Hell, not even the sex. But she gives it to me because she sees some shit in me that I don’t. 

 Maybe… maybe I should try again…

 Just for her. 

 “I promise.”

Some promise that fucking was.

 I told Y/N I’ll be back later on tonight. Told her to get pretty so I can take her out to dinner. Unless I magically gain reverse cursed technique, I think my time on this earth and with Y/N has come to an end. 

 I should’ve never made that damn promise. Not because I didn’t think I couldn’t keep it. But because she’s holding onto something that’s never going to happen. 

 That smile. Her scent. The peace she gave me… all of it was temporary. I knew a fuck up like me didn’t have any true purpose in this world. Today is the day I atone to my sins. 

 I’m surrounded by grey, black, and white, where the only ounce of color I felt in years, is when I was with Y/N.

��I’ll never see her again, so the least I could do is this. 

 After I told this little Gojo fuck about my kid, I attempted one more request. 

 “Actually, if you could go to these brown apartments in Shibuya outside of Ebisu Station,” —I cough up blood— “there are the only ones with that color, fourth floor, fifth door to your left. Tell her… Tell her I’m not coming.”

 He looks at me with confusion. 

  It was worth a try. 

 “If you won’t, then what-”

 “Okay,” he answers, flatly. 

 I’m sorry, Y/N. 

 I’m so sorry I broke our promise. 

 Again. 

  Fuck, why does my heart feel like this? It feels… broken. 

NEXT CHAPTER

[hero-israel]

I'm really trying not to panic.....but it's starting to feel more and more difficult to be openly Jewish and have a career in the arts. (I say this as an American Jew in the arts.) It feels like in ten years, if I don't basically commit to being a performatively self-hating Jew as hard as I can, I will have a fuck of a time finding an agent, collaborators, editors, etc -- all those things that make an actual career possible. Especially if I make literally any art about being Jewish. And what gets me is, I'm mixed race. Everyone is fucking desperate for me to perform the "less Jewish" (as they see it) part of me. It's complicated, people are still racist, but in many ways, they want this part. But if I discuss the other....it's not just that they're not interested/no one will pick it up. It's that now, it feels like it's putting a target on my back. Maybe no one will say "wow you filthy fucking Jew" out loud rn if I just make something about Jewish identity that totally sidesteps Israel, but 1. enough of them will think it, and 2. it means everyone will be hungry for ways to be like "oh? Jewish? okay so what are your thoughts on Israel? Are you okay with what's happening in Israel? Or are you a decent person???" Again, rn, maybe they won't say it....but I know people will think it. And enough will say it. And if I ever dare to discuss modern antisemitism in the most anodyne way, I will be completely suspect. The terrible irony is, I work in the comics industry. You know. That one that American Jews fucking built from the ground up.

I am so sorry you are going through that. It is prejudiced, tormenting, and unfair. And it's hard to think of anything I could say that would help. Are there Jewish peers in the industry you could reach out to - someone who could mentor you or at least who has a receptive agent already?

As you said, it is especially maddening to see shit like this happen in an industry that was invented by Jews. Though I guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise, since the increasingly antisemitic political Left borrows its entire worldview and moral vocabulary from Jewish history and persecution.

Even major comic companies have had recent scandals concerning antisemitic tropes, and as far as the "indie" comic scene, forget it, it's all Joe Sacco or Eli Valley or just acres and acres of snarky snot and clueless tourists finding Judaism alienating and weird or bashing it to rebel against their parents. Jewish people aren't allowed to just exist, we always owe the audience a moral reading at the end, and our deaths aren't necessarily bad if they send the right message.

It is terrible that this rising prejudice is combining with the latent snotty attitudes that had already existed in the industry to add stumbling blocks to your career, and your sense of safety. I earnestly hope you can find trustworthy mentors and agents and that you are able to work around this.

[coconutbabydoll]

ೀ-one last time

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: reader is a cheater, open ending, bad grammar, lack of vocabulary lol that’s it i think. don’t keep scrolling i’ll get better over time!!

summary: so one last time i need to be the one who takes you home ;) (lyrics from the song bbg)

a/n: okay so it took me like 5 days to write this , please please interact likes,reblogs, and comments are appreciated but not mandatory!! if there any grammar, punctuation, mispelling lmk!! i would listen to the song after reading this but it is a popular song you probably already heard of it. also is this giving wattpad core ?? that’s like my biggest fear, okay shutting up posting this and now i’m throwing my phone across the room!!

it’s becoming more and more physically impossible to pull yourself away from your bed. only thing inducing you to get up was your nine to five job. you sighed and wearily pushed your hands on the bed and looked at your pillow. there was a big wet spot on your pillow. why were you crying? you were the one who messed up, you were the one who lied, it’s been five months why couldn’t you just get over it. you jumped off your bed and walked over to vanity desk and grabbed your phone. immediately you clicked on the instagram icon, for the past five months this became apart of your daily routine, abby. you tried to resist stalking her page but she was really unforgettable. you scrolled through all of her gym photos, photos with friends , and photos and videos she still had up of the two of you. you didn’t really know what that meant, at first you thought it meant she missed you, so you tired to contact her but she always left you on seen. you clicked on her profile picture icon to see what she posted on her story.

oh, you didn’t see that coming. it was photo of her and some girl, the girl was kissing her on the cheek and her arms wrapped around abby neck while abby made duck face, one hand holding the phone towards a bathroom mirror and the other on the girls waist.

the picture was caption: happy two months baby!! i love you more than words can explained :)

two months? so it only took her three months to get over you while your suffering everyday, always wishing you go back five months in time so you could take back that one moment that’s been repeating in your head every single day , that moment wasn’t even the worst part it was abby little puppy dog eyes when she found out, god you felt so awful then, all you wanted to do was stick a knife down your throat, you still do now.

you swipe off of instagram and deleted the app, you got enough of that. you open your message app and texted your boss telling her that you had fever and you weren’t able to make it, you needed a little break. you’ve been working nonstop for five months , you needed something to distract your mind.

it was a friday after all, just because abby moved on doesn’t mean you have to spend it depressed and cooped up in your bed. maybe you could hang out with your friends, you still had a decent amount of those. actually no, all your friends were shared with abby and if they still talk to abby, which they most certainly do, they would know abby’s girlfriend. if you asked to hangout with them, they would invite abby and she would invite her girlfriend, absolutely not. maybe a frat party, there was a decent amount of those too, a perfect way to meet new people and to get over somebody, you used to go to a lot. thats actually how you meant abby , that’s how you lost her too.

the thing was you have been so out of the mix lately, you haven’t heard the word frat party since five months ago. there always a party on friday, right? dina, dina, dina, dina, she would know she goes to almost everyone. plus you guys still keep in contact. you open your message app and clicked her contact name.

y/n: hey dee, is there a frat party going on tonight? cs i kinda wanna go to one, pls lmk

dee: oh wowww looks who finally wants to come out their shell, haha yes there is one at 11 can i come over a 10 with some stuff so we can get ready??

y/n: yea sound great

now what to do till ten, you could get up and get some coffee, walk to the park, make some breakfast, read a book. nope, you decided to download instagram again , log back into your account and stalk abby. you sighed, was it really that easy for her to forget about you, get over you? maybe she wasn’t over you, she still had your pictures up! messaging her again wouldn’t hurt, you thought.

you click on the message button and look at all your previous messages, all of them including an “i’m sorry, please just listen to me.” your only contact with her was instagram because she blocked you everywhere else. you were always puzzled as to why she blocked you everywhere else but not instagram. you hesitated before typing and deleted a couple of sentences and finally you were satisfied.

“hey abby, i’m sorry to bother you on your anniversary and stuff but i just want to tell you somethings i felt like i really didn’t have time to explain, first of all i’m truly and deeply sorry from like the bottom of my heart. it was never my intentions to hurt you , it just happen i was drunk out of my mind and the whole time i thought about you, i hated myself for doing that to you and i wanted to tell you before she did but i chocked imma fucking coward i know , i’m sorry abby. i don’t deserve you at all but i miss you.”

it’s not like she actually was going to reply but you still wanted to express yourself, what you really wanted was her to forgive you but that’s never going to happen. you still had several hours left before dina came over , you decided to take a nap.

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you were woken up to the static of your intercom, you whined and look for your phone with your hands scavenging around your bed. your eyes were dazzled by the brightness of your phone screen, it was 10:13 and you had loads of text from dina, you got up and pressed the door button to your intercom and open your apartment door and stood at the threshold.

“how long are your staying?” you sarcastically questioned dina as she walked up the stairs with a travel suitcase.

“i brung options, i know how picky you are.”

when dina walked in she gazed around your apartment, like she’s never been in there before.

“i feel like i haven’t been in here forever, it still looks the same.” you let out a little chuckle.

“i brought everything, shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, jeans. here pick out what you want,” she shoved the suitcase towards you. “imma gonna to do my hair in the bathroom.”

you tugged on the zipper moving it around the suitcase and opened the top, you eyes were met with a variety collection of clothes. you didn’t really think about what to wear. a nice top and shorts would be fine. before you had the chance to grab an outfit you heard your phone buzz, you reached over and grabbed it- no fucking way! abby had message you back, we’re you dreaming ? you took the back of your hand and firmly rubbed your eyes, gazed back at your screen and nope this is real, quickly you clicked on the message and your phone automatically unlocks.

“can you stop, no like actually i had enough. all those other messages i ignored, but cmon on my fucking anniversary. my girlfriend and i are happy and i don’t need you back in my life. i don’t need any source of reminder of you. doesn’t matter how many times you say sorry it doesn’t take back what you did! and i asked you and you lied! stop it i don’t care anymore, leave me alone before i block you, this shit is super annoying.”

geez that was awful, we’re you really that annoying? you were just trying to express yourself, she never gave you chance to actually explain she just went off of what the girl told her, but you did lie and what did you expect? for everything to be all happy and sunshine, for her to read your message and want to get back together? but there no actually way that sh-

“what are you doing?” dina giggled as she walked in the living area, her hair was straightened down with a middle part. you didn’t realize how long and deep you had been into your thoughts, fuck that was embarrassing.

“nothing, i was just thinking about um some stuff.”

“well can you think about what your going to wear, cmon let’s go!”

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this party’s stinks, no like actually it stinks, it smells like sweat, must, and ass. and you weren’t really having fun, a couple of people try to flirt with you and got some girls number, made out with like two of them but none of them gave you that same tingly feeling you had when you met abby.

“dee, i’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you informed dina, she waved you off and continued talking with some guy, the three of y’all were sitting on some torn up leather couch along with some others. you were scrolling on your phone the whole time, and peeling the leather off of the couch. you made your way upstairs where you assumed the bathroom would be and it was, there wasn’t a line but someone was in there, so you patiently waited on the side of the door.

and as if it was by fate or the universe just really wanted to be entertained right now, guessed who walked out of the bathroom. abby fucking anderson.

her eyes kinda widened and her lips slightly parted, she look like she just seen a ghost, she took a deep breath and you saw her chest moved and back down, like she was in awestruck or something. the staring between to both of you felt like it would last an eternity, in reality it probably only lasted five seconds until she scoffed and walked away making sure to bump your shoulder.

“abby abby! please wait,” you yelled chasing after her, she was walking fast so you started speed walking to catch up, when you did you grab her wrist in attempt for her to stop.

“get the fuck off of me!” she fumed and spun around and stopped walking. “what the fuck do you not understand? i don’t wanna see you, leave me alone!”

“abby please, one more time! just this once and i’ll leave you alone forever please,” you sniffled. you didn’t want to cry but shit. the anger in her face kinda soften. and you two stood there for what felt like an eternity again.

“cmon,” she finally said while she grabbed your hand and led you into a empty bedroom. she let go of your hand and closed the door behind her, and sat on a unmade bed.

“this better be worth my fucking time, go!”

“it is! i swear, i- i just don’t exactly what to say, i mean i’ve been waiting to speak to you for months and i missed you so much abby, there’s not a day that went by that i didn’t think of you and-,” you rambled out but was eventually cut off by abby.

“okay so what exactly do you want to talk about, i know what happen , i know you lied, and i know you regret it and all that bullshit but we’re not getting back together, my girlfriend is downstairs waiting for me and i’m going to keep her because she doesn’t cheat and lie.”

“i know but , i just wanna put this past us and i know we can’t be together but i don’t wanna be friends either, i can’t stand to see you with someone else, i feel like- i don’t know like we were meant to be, it’s corny i know. and i know she’s probably a good person, probably the best you ever had, but i’ve been miserable, i don’t want to be without you,” you expressed, you walked closer to the unmade bed where abby was sitting and gently caressed her shoulder, she looked nervous but at the same time it was how she always used to look at you when you two were a couple.

“what are you doing,” she said uncertain, low, and shy. she was looking down at her leg which was bobbing up and down.

“i don’t wanna think about it,” you breathed, and pulled abby into a kiss. it didn’t last long but it was loving and for three seconds you swore she kissed you back until she pulled away.

“i can’t- this is wrong i have-.”

“don’t think about it ,i know you want it too, just one last time.”

[oddballwriter]

Various MH & EMH Guys with an S/O who can Speak a Different Language

Summary: How Jay, Brian, Tim, Evan, Jeff, and HABIT react to a s/o who can speak a different language

Warnings: HABIT is here

Relationship: romantic 💕

Author’s snip: This idea came to me when thinking about a few headcanons that I have and then thinking about how some of the slenderverse guys would react to you speaking a different language.

Notes: There is no specific language and also if you can speak more than one foreign language that’s awesome. And if you have a native language feel free to place that here too. I just felt like making something for my bi-/multi-lingual peeps.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

Marble Hornets

Jay

He’s actually the one who gave me the idea for this because I hc that he knows how to speak Spanish

Idk where this hc came from but I just hc that he knows it to the point that he can hold a decent conversation and probably learned it from foreign language classes in high school or whatever

Idk the foreign language requirements for Alabama high schools but I’m just gonna assume that that’s where he got it from

Anyways, if you speak Spanish then it’s fun for him since you guys can talk in a completely different language which feels weirdly fresh to him. Maybe you can help his Spanish become better by doing that

If you speak another one that’s fine too

Jay would probably get curious and ask if you can teach him some words in that language or maybe even how to speak it a little

If English isn’t your first language and sometimes only remember how to say a word or thing in your native language then he’ll have a bit of fun trying to guess what your trying to say via you trying to describe it like it’s charades

You: It’s like… a bug…

Jay: Okay.

You: But like, it’s not born that way, it’s something else at first. Like a worm?

Jay: A caterpillar?

You: Caterpillar! Yes but then it turns into something?

Jay: Oh, a butterfly?

You: Butterfly! Yes!

Brian

He thinks it’s fancy that you can speak a foreign language

Even if it’s not one of the fancy or romantic languages like Spanish, French, or German or whatever languages are considered fancy to know

I actually think he wouldn’t really notice till you were on the phone with a relative or talking to someone who only speaks that language

Once he does he asks you what language you just spoke and what you said

He does the same as Jay where he’ll then ask you to teach him some words and even laugh at some that he thinks sound funny

It’s not to be mean when he laughs obviously

He just thinks that some of the words sound funny

If you forget how to say a word in English then he’ll let you take your time trying to remember

He does however think it’s cute when you try and describe it by trying to imitate the sound that it makes or describe what it looks like

Tim

He doesn’t know how to speak any languages other than English so he finds it interesting whenever you start speaking in any language other than English

Soon he actually likes it when you do at some point even if he has no idea what you’re saying

Idk he just likes hearing you talk

He’d gladly let you teach him some words

Hell, maybe at some point he’ll even ask you to teach him how to speak it so that he can have conversations with you and understand you

It’ll obviously take him a while to get the hang of it but he finds it pretty fun

If the language you speak has weird vocabulary and grammar he’s definitely gonna ask questions

Tim: Wait so even if there’s way more girls than boys in a group, you still use the plural for the boys in Spanish?

You: Yup.

Tim: That’s a bit sexist.

You: Haha, yeah.

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

Look me in the eyes and tell me that he knows any type of foreign language or words that aren’t known in mainstream media or foods

He thinks it’s so fucking cool that you know how to speak a language fluently

He begs you to teach him how to speak that language

Of course he wants you to teach him how to cuss in it first /hj

But no, seriously, he wants you to teach him so bad cause he likes the thought of being able to talk shit about people with you in plain earshot of them and also just having a cool way to talk

He realizes that that’s easier said than done later but he’s still committed to trying

Once he gets the hang of it he thinks he’s so cool because he knows how to speak a foreign language

Let him bask in that glory, it’ll wear off in a bit

He also likes to guess what you’re saying whenever you forget how to say a word in English but he genuinely treats it like a game of charades

Jeff

Here comes Mr. romantic lover boy 🙄 /hj

No, because he thinks it’s so attractive that you can speak a foreign language regardless of what language it even is

He also begs for you to teach him since he wants to be able to talk to you and even flirt with you in it

He likes to use you teaching him how speak that language as a form of date

Maybe once he knows enough to have a basic understanding then you guys can watch movies with the dub of that language so that it’s still a movie date but he’s also still learning how to speak it

HABIT

So I have this hc that since he’s humanity’s bad habit. He inherently knows all of the languages in the world and maybe even some forgotten ones

He’s a weird inter-dimensional demon so it’s not that crazy to think that

Plus he canonically knows French since some of the videos he’s put in the EMH channel’s titles are in French

Im getting slightly off track, anyways

What I’m trying to say is that you can have a full on conversation with him in the language that you speak

Even languages if you’re tri- or multi-lingual

He won’t teach you any tho

He doesn’t have the patience for that

But 100% if you wanna talk in any language at all, you can just start speaking it and the second he realizes which one you’re speaking he’ll just start talking in it

[tokidokitokyo]

Photo by Kumiko SHIMIZU on Unsplash

2024年3月31日

Spring is in the air, the cherry blossoms are blooming, and every year around this time I get energized to study more. In March, I spent a lot of time focusing on the things I want to improve upon in Japanese, so I am proud of my achievements.

また春が来てて、桜が咲いてて、毎年この季節に勉強のやる気が出ます。3月に日本語の成長したかったところに集中して、結構上手くいったと思います。

March Progress

My goals in March included Reading, Writing, and Grammar, with a focus on Kanji and Vocabulary taking a back seat.

Here is how my goals went:

〇 = Great, △ = Decent, ✖ = Not Great

Read daily - read almost every day 〇

Write sentences 4 times a week - only wrote sentences about once a week △

Review kanji and vocabulary flash cards daily - didn't practice flash cards much at all ✖

Review 1-2 N3 grammar points weekly - goal achieved 〇

Learn 1-2 N2 grammar points weekly - goal achieved 〇

Work on recognising あ～お hiragana with my son - he is doing well with あ、い、う so far 〇

I made good progress with the areas I was focused on! I completely neglected Kanji and Vocabulary, but since Reading and Writing use both of those, I think I'll be okay. I'd like to practice Grammar more often, and I'd like to practice writing more sentences with the grammar I learn.

My son is going to be 4 soon, and so at both Japanese preschool and English preschool they are beginning to work on writing lines. So I have downloaded some print out pages to help him trace and recognize the first five hiragana (あ～お). He is interested in it, and we draw pictures and I try to make it fun for him. He can already recognise these first characters, so I'll try to keep adding to them (か～こ next!).

April Goals

For April, I'm going to try to harness my momentum and continue with Reading, Writing, and Grammar. I'd also like to fit in more podcasts to work on Listening. Not too many changes with my goals between March and April, but I'll adjust as needed (for time constraints, interests, etc.)

Read daily

Write sentences 4 times a week

Review kanji and vocabulary flash cards daily

Review 1-2 N3 grammar points weekly

Learn 1-2 N2 grammar points weekly

Listen to 1 podcast a week

Continue to work on あ～お hiragana with my son, add in か～こ

Wishing everyone a lovely spring!

皆さん、素敵な春を過ごせますように！

[rigelmejo]

More on the glossika app japanese course journey: せつめいして 下さい. 説明して 下さい。 is "please explain" setsu mei (to me) sounds a bit like shuoming. This reminds me of jikan (time) 時間 which i think sounds slightly like shijian. Yes I know they're barely similar. Or 来週 に 出来 ます か？ raishuu (next week) sounds a bit like laizhou (how it'd be pronounced in chinese). My guess is maybe this is about how similar the 2 kanji word pronounciations are to some chinese 2 hanzi words that are maybe loan words (or were once loan words).

Also i am still dealing with Fear that glossika is not teaching correct grammar. Lol. Again, i do NOT recommend a total beginner use glossika. I recommend, if you're a beginner AND you really want audio lessons that play on their own (which is what I wanted) then use either: japaneseaudiolessons.com free lessons (i know the maker's human translated it with a native speaker and they have extensive grammar notes for free on the site), japanesepod101 (or its FREE Full version through your library which is called Innovative Language Japanese 1-9... the downside or upside depending on perspective is the lessons are classroom paced so a bit slow for me - but it goes in depth explaining well), or find the OLD cd audio glossika japanese at your local library (or free files online if you dig) as while i do think the old course had errors it was more like 5% of sentences versus the new app course's 20% sentences having errors (flaws being that the old cd course doesnt explain grammar just gives examples).

The new glossika japanese app course should not be $16 at its current quality. Clozemaster is cheaper, if you really desire an app SRS sentences experience. And Anki japanese decks are sometimes MUCH better (and free). I just... really wanted some lessons that play audio english/japanese sentences and autoplay, and autoplay my review sentences on the right day to study (per SRS), because i like hands free listening study i can do while im busy. And listening works really good for me. But at this point the quality of glossika app is irritating me so much im just trying to get done as much of it as i can in spite. I want to be able to make a very informed review of if it can even get a learner where it claims: a1, a2, b1, b2, and i know sure as hell its not getting anyone to C1 like it claims.

Like... while i think glossika is NOT worth the money unless they hire some fucking human translators to proofread their courses, i do think 20% errors is the same rate as Clozemaster or random sentences a learner finds and translates with google translate to learn, and while thats a LOT of errors there are still people out there who learned japanese with 10,000 sentences they Found like this and studied in this messy way. So i am curious if the 6400 sentences glossika has, is in any way close enough to that experiencd to get decently far... i would say, if glossika japanese app can get me to N3 and understanding some N2, that'd be a reasonable level of learning to hope for from this. With much work on the learners part ToT of parsing through the errors. I can already read some manga and play video games in japanese, but my real knowledge is like... below N5, maybe N3 in grammar i vaguely recognize but my vocabulary is like Genki 1 and 2 lol, and then my japanese understansing is artificially inflated because i studied chinese a lot and now i recognize the rough meaning of most kanji i see from the hanzi similar characters i know. So i see kanji in a sentence? I can guess roughly what the sentence means, and guess fairly specifically if i also know a couple hiragana words in the sentence and recognize the grammar. My biggest weak point in japanese keeping my level closer to N5 (or below) is that i dont know the pronunciation of hardly ANY kanji containing words lol. And i dont recognize a LOT of hiragana only words. So in reading? I do okay (like manga or video game subtitles) with easier things or things ive read before in english and know the context for. But in listening i recognize less than what one needs to pass the N5. Hence my listening-heavy study focus. (Also listening to audio sentences instead of doing SRS flashcards just... sticks way better in my brain? So far its the best im able to retain stuff i learn, when it comes to studying. At least after reading. And with japanese pronunciations not known to me for kanji words, reading just reinforces my weak spot by allowimg me to continue to Not Know the pronunciation).

[pearwaldorf]

20 questions for fic writers

sorta tagged by @antivanruffles

How many works do you have on ao3?

130 excluding the the podfics I'm listed as a co-author on

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

230,000. I'm a very succinct writer!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently OFMD. I have written a lot of (in descending order) Star Wars sequel trilogy, Good Omens, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Critical Role, and MCU.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

we wore the jacket for the longest time (Star Wars ST, Finn/Poe/Rey, 3200)

well you laughed baby it's okay (it's buzzcut season anyways) (nsfw; Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, 1100)

human sacrifice and mass hysteria (nsfw, DA:I, Cullen/Dorian, 1080) This one has a weirdly long tail. I still get bursts of kudos on it every now and then.

balance theory (The Old Guard, Joe/Nicky foe yay, 660)

taste the stardust in my mouth (Star Wars ST, Finn/Poe/Rey, 560)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do not. I don't have enough energy to write and respond to comments, so I'm sure people would rather I write. They are all appreciated though <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

a knife on the things that held us together for sure. It sets up the rift between Han and Leia after Ben's attack on the Praxeum and it's the last time Leia sees her brother. I was so emotionally wiped by it I couldn't even think about writing for two weeks hahaha

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, or at least hopeful ones.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I do nobody has ever told me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I'm not sure what "what kind" means.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written exactly one, the Will Graham/Aziraphale one (I swear it makes sense in context). ngl it's pretty weird. Plenty of AUs set in different universes though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have. Somebody plagiarized "but you laughed baby" beat for beat. When I confronted them about it they said they must have subconsciously regurgitated it. Binch, I had to reread my own fic to compare, don't give me that shit. (They deleted their entire account afterwards. I'm not sad.)

12. What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

Shortest is drabbles, and those take anywhere from 15-30 minutes. Longest? I still have a Mass Effect fic that I've been picking at on and off since 2012. I should just finish it up.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I refuse to pick.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Good Omens While You Were Sleeping AU is my only actual posted WIP. There are Reasons I tend not to post unfinished stuff.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm really good at nailing character voices and dialogue. I think I'm decent at striking a balance between pretty language and making sure it still moves things along. I have been told I'm very good at intimate character interaction.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

What the fuck is a plot?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Unless you're going for the half-remembered vocabulary because diaspora kid vibe (which I did in my Shang-Chi fic), get somebody fluent to translate for you. The amount of horrific Spanish I've seen in OFMD fic is... not good.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X2! I thought I was very clever making puns on "le petit mort" in a Rogue fic

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I have a series! I love the extremely weird ones I wrote just for myself that nobody else seems to like, although the Ed/Blackbeard/Stede one is an exception.

I am where memes go to die, so if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

[chuluoyi]

Chu !!! (i think you've answered this already I'm so sorry... but I can't find it) I just want to know what's your writing secret ? :3 and some tips and tricks ? Because you really do write stories that CONNECTS us to the characters, which is rare amidst most other writers here. You have a way to use simple sentence that explains a lot without overexplaining it and I love it 🥹 How do you come up with such sentences and scenarios ? Please reply whenever, hope you have a good day ! <3

oh my :') if it isn't an ask that will make me cry... once again, thank you so much and i'm so flattered that you think that way!🥹 i honestly think i'm average still *sobs*

okay and i think all of tips i've answered in previous asks are like so vague even to me too after reading it so i'll put a more decent explanation below the cut :')

write when you have free time and are most comfortable. when writing, i usually do it at night when i'm free from my office job and play a song according to the ambience of the fic i'm writing. if i'm writing crack, then i listen to playful music (bigbang's bang bang bang or fantastic baby works for me one time🥹), if i'm writing fluff then i'll put romantic songs on repeat, and if i'm writing angst then i'm listening to sad songs (*cough* eric chou's songs...) for me it helps a lot because i can picture the scenarios better after the setting is set through music

write it all. every single sentence. this is my main point in my previous writing tips. once you get the scenario you want to write, just write them all. it's going to be messy, ugly and like a total pile of vomit, i know, but trust me, that's a part of the process. if you're having difficulties with what kind of scenario to write, you can search for writing prompts! and if you're short on vocabulary like me, then you can find more in a list of similar words or use this website -> it works to me at least

go through what you write. this is the longest process to me :') so after vomiting everything, i always read through and reword all of them again. next it's more of what kind of a writer you are: 1) if you focus on more on feelings/descriptions, then you can elaborate more by using flowery words, or 2) if you're like me, who focus on actions more, then you can go through it mostly to reduce the unnecessary actions/words/explanations. i try to simplify each action so it won't be too long and redundant -> it's how i came up with short sentences ahaha

be confident. it's the core of it all honestly :') don't be afraid, just believe in yourself! we're all just little people in tumblr posting our imaginations so what's there to be afraid of? no one's gonna bite us even if we mess up verbs or two!

and most important of all, take it easy! again, we're doing this for fun... no one is going to haunt us for not writing on time!

so yeah, that's all i'm going to say! :') i really hope this will help you in any way... and once again thank you so much for thinking that my lil stories make you feel connected to the characters!🥺🩵 that makes me so, so happy!!

[strawberrytypewriter]

[Perfect Crime .1]

Pairing: established gn!reader x Seonghwa, reader x Minho, reader x ???

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, implied cheating, uhhh Seonghwa's a lil dumb, cursing, perhaps mature things later

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Your life is not perfect.

Nobody's is, and you know that – but all in all, you think it might come close to perfect at this moment in time. At least, that's what you tell everyone.

After all, you have a decent job to help you through school, loving friends, a loving, perfect boyfriend – the only issue being that he attends an entirely different college than you.

But that's okay, you've made it work so far. Weekends, if he isn't busy, are spent with him, on dates or in his apartment. That's becoming increasingly rare as of late with his friends becoming frequent occupants, but he tells you it's because he tries his best to keep it clean but doesn't want you to see whatever chaos they manage to leave behind.

Friends that he loves, you can hear it in his voice when he talks about them – friends that you have yet to meet. 

("They're a lot," he tells you, "just be prepared when you meet them.")

But for the most part, your time with him is restricted to phone calls and facetime. You'll take it – anything for him.

Like now – the phone rings once, twice, three times as you wander aimlessly from the kitchen of your own apartment to the living room. It rings a fourth, clicks with a familiar "hello", and the bright bloom of happiness dims as it continues, "this is Park Seonghwa, please leave a message at the beep".

You don't leave a message, instead hanging up and checking the time with a frown. Perhaps you'd been early? 6:02, the clock reads, mocking you.

Maybe he has his phone on dnd – you're often guilty of that when you're busy studying or in class. So you pull up his contact, typing a message.

[Hey babe, are we still doing our usual call? Let me know! Love you!]

Clicking your phone, you drop onto the couch with a sigh and reach for the remote. You'd make plans with friends if Seonghwa would let you know he's busy or not feeling up to it – but without a definitive answer, you feel guilty for entertaining ideas of anything else.

So you sink into watching tv, halfway through a fourth episode of The Glory before you realize your phone is ringing, caller ID making your heart leap.

Seonghwa.

"Hey," you greet breathlessly, "sorry, I didn't see my phone ringing."

"It's okay," he answers, tone warm and soft, "I just got your text."

You pull your phone away to read the time. 10:34, it reads, and you fight the urge to frown as you bring it back to your ear. "It's okay," you say, hopeful, "we can still talk."

There's a pause. "Actually," Seonghwa says, and your heart sinks. "I don't think I can do it tonight."

"Oh," you say, and it's impossible to keep the disappointment and touch of annoyance from your tone. "But Seonghwa, we haven't talked all week–" 

"I know," he cuts in. "And I'm sorry, I've just been busy. Really busy."

"Yeah!" Comes the sudden crow of another voice, bright and stifling laughter, "busy–" 

Whoever it is goes silent, presumably muffled. There's another beat of silence. "Sorry, I'm studying with Wooyoung and San." 

"Oh." It feels kind of funny, that your vocabulary with him seems to be reduced to that a lot as of late. Oh. It's a knot that forms in your stomach, alive with doubts and worries and fears, a writhing viper's nest that makes breathing hard. "Uh – a-actually, I'm – I'm busy too. I'm going to go, okay?"

"[Name]," Seonghwa intones, a warning and a plea in one. 

"Really." You swallow. "I'm going to go, okay? I love you. Talk to you later?"

"Talk to you later," is his answer, and then the phone clicks. You listen to the dial tone, curled on the couch, tv show forgotten under the hot blur of tears that cloud your vision as you try not to dwell on the true gut punch of the last few minutes.

Seonghwa didn't say love you back.

He loves you. 

He swears that he does, that you're all he could ever want in a partner – he just wishes you weren't so clingy.

Uni is hard enough to juggle along with a job and apartment – and then there's you. You live in the next city over, attending a different school – and he thought it'd be okay. You could make this work.

But you want to spend time with him on the weekends, insist on calls at the end of each week to tell each other about everything that's happened – and truth be told, it's a little stifling. 

Seonghwa feels bad about lying, at least long enough for guilt to linger in his stomach after he's hung up. You'd sounded like you were going to cry, and he hates that.

But he needs space. 

"Dude," San intones when he expresses as much, frowning as his brow furrows, "you have space. [Name] doesn't live with you, or go to school with us." 

Wooyoung, who'd earlier been all too happy to interrupt his phone call, lets his smile fade. "Wait. Did you just lie to–"

"I didn't lie," Seonghwa protests, but the roiling in his stomach says otherwise. He had lied to you, told you that he didn't have time for you. "I'll see them this weekend, it's not a big deal."

They share a look. 

"I dunno," Wooyoung says. "If I were dating you and you started pulling this kind of shit on me, I'd dump you." 

San shrugs when Seonghwa looks at him. "I'm with Wooyoung. You didn't even say 'i love you' back."

"Do I have to?" Seonghwa begins collecting his books off the table. "[Name] knows I love them."

San gives him an unreadable look. "Do they?"

The question haunts Seonghwa, long after San and Wooyoung leave his apartment, after he's retired to his bed. 

Of course you know he loves you. He's never given you reason to doubt it, has he? He rolls onto his side, facing the extra pillow – your pillow when you've stayed over. That'd been a lot right before school started, so much so the sweet, soft smell of your shampoo seemed to seep into the very fiber of the pillow. 

He reaches, bringing the fabric to his nose. All he smells is laundry detergent. 

His eyes drift. His bedroom is neat, long shadows cast by the soft light of his lego display, to his closet – where months ago, he'd had several of your things hung. 

He can't remember the last time you left anything here. His stomach churns, chest tight as he rolls over, away from the other pillow.

 It's love, he tells himself, not guilt that drives him to pick up his phone, to text you. You're asleep – at least he thinks you should be. 

[You know I love you, right?]

The question weighs heavy for you both, neither sure of the answer. 

[3615rose]

Γαμώτο - Lu Four x Reader

Γαμώτο is pronounced gamoto, and means "oh sh*t" and i use french minish to sound more... mysterious

reader is afab, i'll write for y'all my amab friends, its in the boxes.

The day was eventless, Wild, Twilight and Wind went hunting as the local cook prefers fresh meat to the one that were sold in shops. You decided to continue shopping with your friend Four for cheap ores to make sword for Wild AGAIN.

Both of you didn't know how he was able to destroy swords after swords, and the new idea was to make cheap swords that he could keep and break all he wants. Or he should keep his bow. He was terrific with a bow.

"Let's go, only one shop and we'll be back at the camp in no time!"

Four seemed happy for one time. It was rare to see him genuinely smile, even more being excited for finishing shopping.

"Yeah... We should hurry, those clouds are up to no good."

You had training in weather reading with the clouds, and big mushroom grey cloud would mean two things : heavy rain and thunder. With metal and ores on you, you both would be rotisserie before going back to the camp.

You hoped that the boys already went back from hunting, Wild has a good weather nose. Or his sheika slate would have told him to flee any thunder appearing.

"Oh it will be okay, if a storm arrives, we'll take a place somewhere safe."

Why wasn't he thinking of "we should go quick back to the camp"? Maybe he had something else in mind. He was quick. Too quick sometimes to follow.

Like four tiny creatures running in every direction while you try to capture one.

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"I told you so! There's more water pouring from the sky than in the entire ocean now!"

You were angry at him now. You were right, and the typical smell of thunder approached.

"Oh it's okay, I'm sure there's still place in the inn two houses away. We'll get there in no time if you run."

Running? And slipping? Was he crazy?

Well, he was already running. The sneaky little man. You followed, cursing with every word you knew in your vocabulary.

"Γαμώτο Four! Now I am soaking wet from head to toes! If i don't get sick from that it's a miracle!"

He laughed again, his hood up on his head dripping.

"But it was quick, wasn't it? Let's check in and get you dry before you kill me like one of those lizards."

In the inn itself, the hall was full of people seeking refuge from the raging rain outside, strangely no one at the desk of the inn keeper.

"Leave it to me little guy, I'll speak to him."

Four didn't like when you called him small, or little. He was even older than you, but the height wasn't a given.

"Hello there! Do you have any room left? Thank you good sir."

Boy does it annoys him when you do your honey like tone, being the cutie to anything to anyone. You reminded him of Time that usually do that to any female vendors.

"Uh... I only have only one room left, is it for you two? I can arrange to get some blankets to make a makeshift bed if you need to miss."

The charm trick worked. But only one room left no intimacy for any of you two. It was still better than running under the storm during the night.

"Well, I take it, thank you good sir! Don't worry about the blanket, we'll find out a solution. We will be leaving tomorrow morning."

You gave him the 40 rupees for the room and took the key.

"I hate when you do your little girl for having stuff you know that?"

You smiled, twirling the key in your hand.

"I know Smithy, but we need a place to rest before going back to the camp, and I wont take any risk to end up cooked by a lightning strike."

He went silent, you felt him boiling. That's a point for you.

You opened the wooden, it cracked a little, revealing a somewhat decent bed with a desk and a new candle to lit.

"There's plenty of room for us both, you see! I'm going to see how I can stop feeling like a wet sponge."

He removed his tunic, staying in his white shirt, and put it on the crochet, hoping it will be dry for tomorrow. Then he examined the room itself in more details. He didn't see how you would put him if it wasn't in the bed, or maybe you'll sleep on the desk, writing in your book like most of the time.

The closed door would go to the bathroom where you were hiding, trying to dry at least your hair and the bottom of the skirt. You removed your corset to let the shirt itself dry underneath. Then you glanced though the mirror, your shirt revealed a lot underneath while it was wet. And you doesn't have anything else to wear right now.

Well. You don't have a lot to loose, and in the worst of case, you'll teach him some curse words in greek, talking about other things and forget about this embarrassing moment.

"Are you okay in there? Do you need help to dry your hair?"

You ruffled your hair in the towel then opened the door.

"It'll have to do, sorry I took a little long."

He entered the room just to take the towel and ruffled his hair in it too.

"Well, it's not that problematic, it's only water. But as you said it would be stupid if any of us caught a cold because of that."

You put your bag next to the desk and looked through the window.

"Well, we have some time to kill before tomorrow, do you have any idea of what to do?"

Four searched in his bag, he didn't take much with him as it was only a two hours shopping spree.

"Yeah, what did you say when you arrived at the inn? I know it must be greek, but you have such a new language. Who knows, I can teach you some minish if you want."

You smiled, lying down on the bed.

"I said Gamoto, you can translate it quickly to 'oh sh*t' if you want."

He laughed hard, something so vulgar from his friend was surprising.

"Well, you can now say 'Gamoto, my shirt is see-through'"

Oh. He saw.

Sh*t.

But he learns quick.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, you told me you will teach me a word in minish. I want to know now."

"So... Since Gamoto would mean what you said, I would say that in minish it would be 'edrem ho' "

You laughed too. It was some interesting language, feeling almost magical next to your poor greek language.

"With this language you can make some magic like Hyrule! I love it though, it's musical."

With a yawn he laid back on the bed next to you, removing his green bandana.

"Yup, I like it too. It's more interesting than hylian, even if it's tricky to learn."

His yawn was contagious, you looked briefly at the window.

"Well. We can talk all night, but the sun is set, and sleeping is what awaits us."

You stretched your arms and grumbled a little.

"Hope you don't move too much, if I end up on the floor this night you'll regret it."

And with a laugh, you two ended up sleeping closer than expected, not to annoy both of you.

[moonspirit]

Hi my dear Moon!

Hope you're doing well.

So, for the writer's ask🖤

1, 2, 8, 9, 10, 12, 14, 15, 16

(sorry, it's a lot, but you know, I'm always glad to see you speaking about your writing and amazing talent)

Hello Anna T^T Thank you for the ask!

1. What are you most proud of in your writing right now?

Well, let's see. I've never been particularly proud or confident in my writing, ever, I think, but recently I've been rather happy with structuring and scene progression. It feels nice to have events and things take place somewhat evenly and as planned :3

2. Is there something you're specifically working on to improve your writing?

Vocabulary. Vocabulary will kill me T_T I hate english sometimes T^T

8. What piece of advice did you hear/read recently that's been helping you to improve your writing?

Not particularly recently, but also recently (iykyk), but: to take things one at a time. I tend to freak out if I haven't had the next 5 (minimum) chapters fully planned out and drafted, and this has been a rather new anxiety haha xD Until around Chapter 13 of VBEOW, I wasn't stressing myself with meticulously outlining future chapters all that far ahead; it was at most the immediate next chapter and then the next one too, with everything else having a general idea, but not too detailed. But since ch.13 when the plot started to get a little more complicated and dense, I realized I had to have the next 5-10 chapters fully outlined and structured or I would mess things up. This has had its pros, but also its cons where now I'm scared to death if I'm a little late with planning that structuring. I need to remind myself that it's okay, to breathe, and to take one step at a time >_<

9. What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Uhhhhh XD I have no clue, to be very honest, but maybe I'm quite decent with blending non-canon-imagined-flashbacks and canon-events?

10. Do you have any personal pet peeves about your writing that you're working to change?

I get too hung up on how best to describe movements, especially during smut. It's a nightmare T^T

12. Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

Life in general. There was a time when I couldn't really see much beauty in it (even now there are days when I don't) but learning to see the little magic in mundane moments and experiences is really uplifting. There's something very special in just breathing fresh, pristine air, or having the wind tickle your hair. There's something miraculous in kicking your feet in a stream of ice cold water and listening to the richness of a loved one laughing loud. It's these things, coupled with all the things I don't have and have never experienced, and hope to one day. I can't go without saying, that it was Clouds' writing too that gave me that kick to get out of a slump and pick up writing again.

14. Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Ah well, no, not really. I'm pretty happy and satisfied with what they are picking up atm, and they usually don't miss! I'm very grateful for that.

15. Talk to me about how you go about word choice. Do you have an example of your writing that you're particularly proud of clever word choice?

HAHAHAHAHA I literally JUST complained about vocabulary!! But well. I usually don't give it much thought, I just write. There are times when I really don't like how a passage reads, but then I remind myself to just get on with it; I can always edit it later, when I'll likely have more braincells than I have at that moment. I have noticed though that many times, the sentences I phrase, rhyme xD At certain instances, this is planned, but other times, I have no idea it's happening and only notice it when I proofread.

As for an example about a passage I'm proud of... There are a few but here's one. It's nothing exemplary and doesn't really have any special wording choices, but I like the simplicity of it. And I'm very attached to it xD From Ch.16 of VBEOW - Sparks:

He stood there, feeling the tides wash over his ankles, and the salty sea breeze kiss his skin. He saw the sea with a handful of seawater cascading through his fingers, mesmerised by the way it stretched into the horizon. He watched the sea rise and fall and move, and noticed the way it was so, so blue. Mikasa told him it was the colour of his eyes.

He longed for Annie so much that day.

"Hey Annie," He said a week later, looking at her, so peaceful and cold inside her diamond. "I found out why the sea is blue."

He was so glad he was alone that day. "Commander Hange found out the water absorbs red wavelengths of the light, leaving it blue for us to see."

He didn't know what to do with his hands.

"But that's the scientific answer."

A lone tear rolled down his face.

"The sea is blue because the sky falls into it, Annie."

16. Where are you currently at in your writing mindset? Frustrated? Excited? Focused? Other?

Very tired and stressed to the max. Excited for some future events that will happen in VBEOW, but that's not conquering my exhaustion as of late xD

Thank you for asking T_T !!!

[czytling]

I really really want to read time travel! Top Gun AUs, but there aren't that many. Also, there is only like 5 TopGunMissionImpossible Xovers like really? Those two actually go mostly decently together. So like, I can't write to save my life and finishing projects is not in my vocabulary either, says my wip from 2017 that has had 4 more parts in my head that never got written for years, but here's an idea from time travel! TopGun - Mission Impossible x-over. Ignores MI: Fallout, because I haven't seen it

Backstory first:

after finishing top gun in 1986, and the Fallon mission, Maverick is instructor at TopGun for 2 months. Iceman remains in combat

The tensions are high and combat is getting dangerous, so Maverick requests to be moved to Iceman's unit (I can't leave my wingman, in sickness and in health, until death does us apart ... what do you mean that phrase does not mean what i think it means?)

The Wingmen are one if not the most successful team in Navy, doing the impossible ops all the time, with crazy stunts and ice-cold efficiency,

So when IMF needs aerial support for a mission, they ask for the best, and that is Maverick and Iceman (this is in late 80s, probably around 1988-90)

The mission goes really well, so the next time IMF needs aerial support, they request the same team, and again, and again

Especially Maverick, known for his mavericky unortodox ways and impossible crazy stunts, builds a great rapport with the IMF team

Soon, if they need a solo aerial, support, it will be Mav. Ice gets more and more promotions and leadership responsibilities and the wingmen's paths start to diverge

There is this mission in like 1990 or 1991 that requires a pilot that can also do some ground work. Maverick gets some basic training in ground work and espionage and runs the mission. For safety reasons, he asks to be known as Ethan Hunt - no need to risk Bradley and Carole if he doesn't have to

The mission goes really well. So well in fact, that Mav is offered full training, so he can be a reserve agent for such missions. Mav had fun on the ground, so he agrees

And so the legend of Ethan Hunt starts

(Don't mistake me. Maverick is still part of Navy, he just gets loaned to IMF from time to time... at first. He still flies jets, and missions for Navy, and does the missions for IMF from time to time; then more for IMF and less for Navy, then again more for Navy, it varies depending on the year, okay?)

(There are also some years when he does nearly exclusively Navy work, think in the years long gaps between the movies)

(Meanwhile Iceman becomes Admiral. Since he already knows about IMF, as he DID fly those first couple missions for them, he is one of IMFs contact points in Navy. And later also Mav's handler in the Navy)

('Where has Maverick disappeared to this time, he was supposed to serve on USS Truman and he is clearly AWOL?' Asks one of the other admirals. 'Oh, on a mission somewhere, sorry, I can't tell you more, classified, you understand' claims Ice; meanwhile Ethan Hunt is saving the world for the nth time. This is also where Iceman's guardian angel reputation for covering for Maverick at Navy again and again comes from)

And so it last for years, through loss of the team in 1996 (MI:1), the romance and marriage with Julia, Ice's cancer, and so on. There might be some IceMav there too. There aren't that many changes from the Canon, not until the second TopGun, and not even during that one (it just worked out better that way, though the Intel for the operation WAS supplied by IMF)

I had this wild headcanon that Julia, after MI:3, changes her name to Sarah for her safety and goes to the US. There she meets Admiral Kazansky, and rest, as the say, is history. Though the surprise when one day Ethan, Maverick, comes through the door of the Kazansky household as if he lives there is, wow, awkward. I mean, IceMav, EthanJulia marriage, TomSarah marriage, its just too much. Fortunately, OT3 exist and all of those people are used to keeping relationships on the down low

Wow, this got so long already, and I barely got to the time travel itself. So the rest will be in a followup post, so that I don't lose the part I already wrote

[folkloristico]

1, 9, 10, 13, and 14 for the writer ask :)

Hi, thank you for the ask!

1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

Okay, so, this could be an unpopular opinion for the writing community, but I love editing! My editing shifts from light-editing to heavy-editing based on the first draft (sometimes I just go with the flow and write everything that comes to my mind, even if it means ending up with a horrendous prose), but whichever the case, I enjoy the process. The way I do it, I already have the story—its skeleton, so to speak—and here it comes the fun part—I can focus more on the choice of words, on the rhythm (something I still don’t have a full grasp on in English), and add all those silly little details that make the fic pop up.  

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

Foolishness of youth, probably. xD I always had a keen imagination and I would enjoy making up scenarios in my head; I was barely a pre-teen when I started writing a fic which was a crossover between Pokémon and Naruto, and my main reason was that I thought it would be fun to make my favorite characters interact. For years, the only thing I was interested in was writing down every idea that poked at my mind, as a way to give it a form and a meaning, I guess? In the years, my interests shifted and my skills improved, but my main goal has always been giving myself everything I wanted. I wouldn’t be writing for mostly dead fandoms if this weren’t the case.

10. Why do you continue writing fics?

What I just said—basically, creating something that caters to all my specific needs. That has been, and I hope always will be, my main goal. However, another thing that keeps me going is having the chance of interacting with readers/writers that share similar headcanons/ideas as mine. I don’t really ‘do’ fandoms because they’re too messy for my liking, I despise the drama, the wars, etcetera. Fanfics have given me the chance of meeting people that I really enjoy talking to. To me, interaction is a big part of fanfics and I’m glad every time a reader reaches out to tell me they enjoyed my stories.

13. Describe your writing style. If you were to participate in an anonymous fic writers guessing game (like The Masked Author), what writing habits do you have that would be a dead giveaway that it’s you?

This is a tough one! My writing style changes depending on the language I’m writing in. My style in my native language is very descriptive, you can put any word literally anywhere and it helps a lot set a rhythm. In English, on the other hand, my style isn’t personal just yet, I think I need more time to get there. For obvious reasons, writing in my native language is my comfort zone, especially if writing internal monologues/heavy introspective pieces. I did translate some of those into English and while I think they’re decent, it feels forced.

However, I do have a tendency of using the same expressiond/choice of words. I particularly like when I’m reading an author and a part of their vocabulary casually slips into mine.

14. Share a snippet.

Daphne smiled. “As much as I favor magical academia, I do have a keen interest in the humanities.”

“And what do the experts in the humanities say?”

“I was more interested in what you had to say.”

Griffin pursed her lips in a thin line. In all honesty, she didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what she would do if the situation speculated by Daphne were to happen. Daphne had been clever in suggesting Faragonda as the person whose life was going to oppose everyone else’s, although it was no secret that Griffin and Faragonda had a special bond, a complex relationship that could be traced back to their high school days. Nor was the fact that Daphne had admitted between the lines that she was aware of the disagreements between Griffin and her father a surprise considering that neither of them had made any effort to conceal it, and moreover, Daphne had a natural penchant for catching the unspoken words squashed in the silence of her parents. Marion and Oritel seemed to be under the impression they could deceive Daphne, but Griffin wondered if it wasn’t the other way around.

“May I deduce by your silence that you have no answer to the dilemma?”

“I suppose you have one?” Griffin retorted, somewhat on the line of a challenge, though she was curious what Daphne’s answer would be.

(The only thing I enjoy more than writing about Daphne? Writing about Daphne through Griffin’s POV.)