#and i can say that sometimes i do get anxious when a stranger approaches me or a man rolls down his window to talk to me while im driving

[pineapplesagainstpizza]

Okay okay one last thing because it pissed me off.

This whole attitude of framing anxious and cautious women of being hysterical and going "Oh the chances of assault are so slim. I carry a gun so it'll never be me yada yada" will not shield you from assault or harassment. The people that always say this aren't victims; they've never been assaulted, harassed, stalked and followed home. They think that because it never happened to them that its not experienced frequently by other people. It's a take lacking empathy

[beneathstarryskies]

Word Count: 2,986

Summary: At his low point, Geto decided to take a change on striking up a conversation with someone at a cafe. This conversation drives him into finding a new purpose.

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, depression, AU!Geto (he doesn't become a genocidal maniac), pussy saves lives, also Nanami makes a brief appearance

A/N: Shout out to my babygirl @actuallysaiyan for helping me stay inspired to finish this ❤️

Exorcise. Consume. Repeat. Exorcise. Consume. Repeat. Exorcise. Consume. Repeat. Exorcise. Consume. Repeat. 

It’s a brutal, mind-numbing cycle Geto has been stuck in for so long he doesn’t know if he’s capable of doing anything else. No matter what kind of path he tries to imagine for his future, it also comes down to the same cycle. He doesn’t recognize himself anymore. He never sees Satoru or Shoko. He feels stuck. Like a caged animal being prodded with sticks and struck by stones. 

It’s like watching a car crash and being unable to look away. Or worse it was like hearing the gunshot and then seeing Riko fall to the ground. That feeling of utter helplessness has never left except now he’s the one holding the gun and he doesn’t know where he’s going to point it. 

“I’m fucking done,” he hears Kento Nanami’s voice. The utter disdain in his voice is what grabs Suguru’s attention. Nanami is carrying a duffel bag on his shoulders, and Suguru sees him in something aside from his uniform for the first time.

“Kento, what’s wrong?” Suguru asks, setting aside his soda to walk outside. When Kento turns to face him, there’s an anxious look in his eyes. His jaw is set tight. 

“What are we dying for, Suguru?” Nanami asks. “I mean seriously?” 

“To…protect…” Suguru winces at the lack of conviction in his words. 

“Yeah, exactly,” Nanami rolls his eyes. “I’m out of here. I want to fucking live, okay?” 

Live. 

What does a life without sorcery even look like? Nanami has always been a bright spark of intelligence, and he’d shyly told Suguru a few months back he’d been accepted into college. Suguru wonders if he’d ever be able to get into college, but somehow he doubts it. 

He watches the younger sorcerer get into the car and then leave. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever see Nanami again, and part of him hopes the answer is no. He wants Nanami to live as he said. 

Geto goes to grab his soda from where he left it, then he starts towards his dorm. He can’t stop thinking about what Nanami said. When he returns to his room, he changes clothes instead of moping around as he had planned. He puts on black pants and a sweater before going outside to get on his motorcycle. He rides into the city, not knowing exactly where he’s going until he ends up in front of a coffee shop. He doesn’t know why he stops here, but it’s better than wandering. 

He walks inside, and heads to the counter to order a coffee. He’s standing at the other end waiting for it to get done when he notices you. 

You’re sitting in a table by the window, scribbling away in your notebook. He can hear you humming softly, a song he vaguely recognizes. He’s never been one to approach strangers like this, but he likes the look of you. You’re pretty and you seem just unaffected. 

“Hi,” he says shyly as he approaches you with his coffee. “Can I sit?” 

“Oh, sure!” you smile softly and move your things. He’d expected you to look around at least to see if the other seats were taken before accepting him into your space, but you didn’t. “Nice bike,” you say sweetly. “I saw you pull up earlier.” 

“Ah, thanks. Sometimes I think it takes more work to keep her on the road than it’s worth.” 

“Everyone needs a pet project,” you shrug. 

Geto grins but hides it behind taking a sip of his coffee. You close your notebook and slide it into your bag. 

“I’m Geto Suguru,” he introduces himself. You smile and introduce yourself as well. He can’t remember the last time he spent more than five minutes in the company of a non-sorcerer. Ever since what happened at the temple…Seeing all those people cheer for Riko’s death…The thought of non-sorcerers made his stomach turn. 

“Do you go to the university?” you ask, and he realizes he has ventured close to the college. He wonders if it’s the same one Kento will be attending. 

“Me? No,” he chuckles. “You?” 

You nod, “Yeah, I’m actually between classes right now.” 

“What are you studying?” 

The second the question leaves his lips, a spark of excitement enters your eyes. You begin rambling animatedly about your studies, your future plans, and sharing pieces of knowledge you’ve picked up. His heart swells with affection as the way you smile when talking about it. Then, your smile fades into shyness and you look down at your coffee cup. 

There had been a time 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on like that,” you say shyly.

“No, please, don’t apologize,” he smiles. He wants to reach out to take your hand. Not just for your comfort but for his sanity, he wants to seek connection. His hand is already on the table, fingers stretching out in search of yours. He stops himself, but barely. He closes his fist and pulls his hand back. If you’d noticed, it didn’t dull the sparkle in your eyes. 

“I have to go to class, but would you like to exchange numbers?” you ask, and you’re already digging your notebook out of your bag again. 

“I’d like that,” Suguru grins as he watches you scribble your name and number. You pass it to him, and he feels a jolt of happiness when your fingers touch. It’s been so long since he felt someone’s touch. 

“Will you text me, for real?” you ask as you put your notebook away again. 

“I really will,” he smiles and carefully folds the paper.

Suguru returns to campus feeling something shift inside of him. He wants to live. 

Satoru is leaning against the wall beside the door to Suguru’s dorm. He’s looking at his phone, feeling so secure he doesn’t even look up to see who is approaching. 

“Where have you been?” Satoru asks. “I’ve been waiting forever.” 

“I went out on my bike,” Suguru opens the door. “Are you coming in?” 

“Yeah, duh,” Satoru follows him inside his dorm. It’s been ages since they hung out, but it’s never awkward between them. Still, Satoru notices something is different about Suguru. He seems relaxed. “So what have you been up to?” 

“Oh, you know, exorcise, consume, repeat…” Suguru wonders what will happen to the curses inside of him. When he leaves the jujutsu world, he guesses the curses will remain a part of him. 

“Nanami left,” Satoru says as he sits on the bed. 

“I know, I spoke with him.” 

“Too bad…I like Nanami,” Gojo pouts. 

“He hates you.” 

“No he doesn’t, he just pretends he does.” 

Suguru smirks, “Alright, Satoru.” Suguru leans against the wall, studying Satoru carefully before speaking again. This time he’s quieter, more serious. It’s a tone Satoru knows requires attention. “Have you ever though about leaving?” 

“Where would I go?” Satoru shrugs. 

“I suppose it’s different for you.”

Unlike most sorcerers, Satoru benefits greatly from being a sorcerer just by being who he is. He’s afforded almost any privilege imaginable. Suguru doubts Satoru would know how to function as a normal member of society. 

“Are you going to leave, Suguru?”

“I don’t know, Satoru.” 

**

You were shocked when Geto texted you. Part of you had figured he’d forget your shared moment in the coffee shop. You spend weeks chatting back and forth. You like him. He seems kind and intelligent in ways different from most of the people you meet. He hasn’t pushed for a date or in-person meeting again. He doesn’t ask for nudes or surprise you with a dick pic. You almost wonder if you’ve imagined him. 

Then, one night, after weeks of texting, he asks if you want to go out the coming weekend. You’re shocked, but thrilled, to receive the invitation. You agree to meet at a restaurant for dinner. 

For the next few days, Suguru focuses on settling into his new apartment so it’s not a mess on your date night. He doesn’t want to assume you’ll come back to his place, but his time as a sorcerer taught him to be prepared for any possibility. 

His preparation proves to be a good idea on the night of your date when he talks you into coming back to his place. It didn’t take much convincing on his part. You’ve been wanting to spend more time with him ever since you started texting. He holds your hand as he opens the door to let you inside. 

His heart is racing as he guides you to the couch and lets you settle in. You notice right away how sparse the decoration is. 

“Can I get you a drink?” he offers. Truth be told, lately, he’s been drinking more than he should to fight off the loneliness of living outside of a dorm for the first time in so long. 

“I’m okay,” you smile and pat the spot beside you on the couch. “Come here.” 

He feels nervous as he sits next to you. His hand wraps around yours and he squeezes gently. A smile crosses your face as you look up at him and say, “This has been a great date.” 

“I agree,” he blushes. “It’s been a while since I went on a date.”

Your eyes move down to his mouth. He sees your tongue dart along your bottom lip and he knows what you want. A pang of panic hits him. He has a fear of you being able to taste the disdainful curses on his tongue. You lean closer, your lips parting with anticipation. At the last moment, he turns his head away so you end up sloppily kissing his cheek. You’re mortified at the mistake, then your heart sinks into your chest when you realize he’d dodged your kiss on purpose. 

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” you swallow hard, trying to clear the lump in your throat. 

He watches your face drop. The look of sadness in your eyes breaks his heart. He holds your hands and tries to think of a way to explain this to you. He doesn’t know how to explain the fear of you being disgusted by the taste of his lips. He kisses your knuckles. 

“I apologize,” he says softly. 

“Do you not want to kiss?” 

He blushes, “I do…But…” 

“You’re scared?” 

It’s a shot in the dark, but your aim is surprisingly good. Geto’s cheeks burn and he looks down at your intertwined hands. 

“I am terrified,” he admits. 

“We don’t have to,” you assure him. 

Your understanding only makes him want to kiss you more. He leans in. His lips are gentle and tentative as they press against yours. His fingers dig into the couch cushion in anticipation of that moment when you pull back to look at him with disgust when you taste the curses on his breath. He gasps in a mixture of shock and relief when instead deepens the kiss. In the split moment of openness offered by his gasp, your tongue slides into his mouth. His hand moves from the couch cushion to cup your cheek, and he moans as he eagerly drinks up your kiss. The sweetness of your mouth provides a temporary relief. He finds himself chasing your lips when you pull away, a shy smile tugging at the curve of your cheeks. 

“Was that scary?” you ask. 

“Not at all,” he groans and kisses you again. 

You tangle your hands in his long black hair. When you reach the roots, you tug gently. He moans against your mouth, shoving his tongue between your teeth to seek out your tongue with his. 

The thought crosses his mind that you must taste this good everywhere. He has to find out. He nuzzles against your neck and his tongue darts across your skin. His large hands eagerly knead at your hips. 

“S-suguru,” you whimper. 

He pulls back, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed hesitant at first.” 

He pulls you closer by your hips, “I know, I’m sorry. I want to continue if you do.” 

You smile, “Yeah, I want to.” 

“Alright,” he blushes. He stands up and offers his hand for you. Then, he leads you to his room. He keeps it quite neat and minimalistic in his space. 

He closes the door before grabbing you again. His hands move over the soft material of your dress before carefully lifting it over your head. He takes a moment to admire your figure standing before him draped only on your bra and panties. His admiration is disrupted by the feeling of you tugging at his shirt. He smirks and lifts his arms. You have to stand on your tiptoes to lift the shirt off completely, then it joins the pile with your dress. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers before seizing your lips again. His hands move over your body in a greedy exploration before finding your bra clasp. He opens it with ease and his fingers are deft to guide the straps down your arms. 

“Am I going too fast?” he asks. 

“No, it’s good,” you kiss him sweetly. 

He carefully lays you down on the bed, his broad form hovering over you. You notice the scars littering his body, but he doesn’t give you much of a chance to look further before he lowers himself to your chest. His breath is warm on your skin, heated up further by the open-mouthed kisses left along the swell of your breasts. He feels your hands in his hair, tugging him towards your sensitive spots. He relinquishes his curious exploration in favor of learning which spots drive you crazy. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your stomach. His teeth scrape against your abdomen before he spreads your thighs. Your panties cling to your wet folds. He pulls the flimsy garment off before kissing down your thigh. 

“You don’t have to,” you whisper, suddenly seeming so shy. 

“What?” he looks up at you. He furrows his brows when he realizes what you mean. “I want to, baby.” 

Want is a rather weak word. He needs to taste you. 

“Are you sure?” 

He kisses your mound, “I’m certain.” 

You nod shyly, and he is all too eager to bury his face between your thighs. His tongue laps at your slit, hungry grunts falling from him as he relishes the taste of your arousal. He doesn’t taste curses. He doesn’t taste anything but the musky sweetness of your cunt on his tongue. 

The pleasure rolls through your core in intense waves with every smooth lick and suckle. You tremble in an attempt to keep still as he teases out more and more sensations. His strong hands keep your thighs spread wide so he can fully focus his attention on the feast laid out before him. He stays buried between your thighs until he notices the tell-tale signs of you being close. Your tense thighs and needy whines tell him all he needs to know. He pulls away from your cunt just as you’re about to cum. 

“Fuck, look what you’ve done,” he groans as he sits up on his knees and cups the prominent bulge at the front of his pants. “You still wanna keep going?” 

“Yes,” you whine. 

He pushes his pants down past his ass before slotting himself between your legs. He reaches down to stroke his cock a few times, then drags the tip between your soaked folds. The head prods at your hole, and he begins pushing in carefully. He watches your face contort with pleasure as he fills you. Once he’s bottomed out, he brings himself lower so your chests are pressed together. You can almost feel his heart racing against your chest. 

“You feel so good,” he kisses your forehead and nose. 

His hips begin to rock at a slow, sensual pace. Your nails dig into his back as you lock your legs around his waist, moaning at the pace he’s keeping. Your kisses are sloppy, more tongue than lips. Your moans pass between your mouths like a breath. 

The lingering feeling of your earlier orgasm he’d deprived you off makes the perfect foundation for what’s to come. Already you can feel it, twisting in your core. His cock hits the sweet spot inside you with precision. 

“Suguru, I’m close,” you moan. 

“Good, baby. Cum on my cock.” 

With a few more deep thrusts, you’re crying out his name in unbridled pleasure. The way your walls clench around him as you cum is nearly enough to drive him over the edge. 

“Can I cum inside you, baby?” he asks, his voice husky. Without much thought you nod eagerly. 

He braces one hand against the pillow by your head, squeezing the material as he starts chasing his high. His pace is sloppier and quicker now. He bites his lip so hard it almost draws blood, then at the moment of climax his mouth parts in a silent cry. His cock throbs as he releases inside you. 

As you both come down, he nuzzles against you. You’re both panting to catch your breath. You caress his back until he lifts himself up again. He carefully pulls out of you and lays next to you on the bed. 

“Stay with me,” he murmurs as he gathers you up in his arms. 

[once-upon-an-imagine]

This would work for any grumpy x sunshine.

Like sunshine just goes on and on talking about their interests and grumpy listens, from an outside eyes it may look like they don't care but of course they do.

I see a scenario with grumpy!Reader x Eddie. He keeps on talking about his new DnD campaign, and the reader listens, he at some point thinks she's not interested, but wave it off and keeps talking, less enthusiastically though,(he knows she would say something if she wasn't interested at all, but sometime he has a lot of doubts.)

But some time later, she shows up with something she brought for his campaign, and he is just all adoring and hugging.

For a dialogue, you can just write the reader giving Eddie the present, of course.😂

omg yes! this is so cute! 🥰🥰🥰 Warnings: smoking; reader is in a bad mood/grumpy, also I know little to nothing about D&D so sorry for any mistakes about it Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

New Dice

"Dude, what's up with your girlfriend?" Eddie turned to look at Dustin and Lucas who were now beside him at his locker.

"Nothing, why?" he asked, confused. Before either one of them could reply, they all saw you make your way down the hallway, pushing a few people out of your way as you walked to your locker.

"Well... she just... seems a bit... grumpy..." Lucas said, nervously. They all knew better than to talk bad about you in Eddie's presence. "-er than usual" he finished.

"What do you mean, Sinclair?" Eddie asked, confused.

"Look, we know she's not... the most cheerful person, but she's usually pretty chill with us. And today, she even pushed us out of the way" Dustin explained.

"And she didn't answer when we said hello to her, which she always does" Lucas added as they heard you smash your locker's door, louder than usual as one of your least favorite people approached you.

"This is gonna be good" Dustin muttered under his breath.

"Hey, babe-"

Before Andy could even finish, you grabbed his wrist, twirled his arm around, and pushed him against the lockers.

"If you ever touch me again, I will make sure that the only way you are able to eat is through a straw, got it?" you threatened him before letting him go and he nodded cowardly before you made your way through the halls again, pushing a few people out of your way, again.

"Yeah, okay, something might be up" Eddie said, nervously.

Your encounters with Andy were usually just you cursing at him and maybe pushing him away if he got too close. But you were in a bad mood today. And that was not good.

"We just wanted to let you know, dude" Dustin said, patting him on the shoulder before he and Lucas went the other way.

By lunchtime, Eddie was entirely convinced that something was up with you. You had rarely spoken to him, or anyone, really. There was a permanent frown on your face, and right now, you seemed to not be paying attention to what was going on at your table. Granted, whenever you sat with him at the Hellfire table, you rarely participated since you didn't really play D&D. Even if you always listened to Eddie when he talked to you about his character or a new campaign he was working on, deep down, he sometimes feared that you would realize just how different the two of you are and you would basically get bored with him. And today, as he watched you grumpily play with your food instead of eating, while the rest of his friends happily discussed tonight's 'The Cult of Vecna', he definitely felt anxious.

"Hey, princess" he said softly, getting your attention as you lifted your head and smiled wearily at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah" you nodded, looking away from him. "'M fine" you insisted.

You hated that Eddie was probably the person who could best read you, and he would instantly know when something was wrong. You didn't hate that he knew you so well, you hated that he would think you're too moody or get upset about stupid things and wouldn't want to be with you anymore.

"You sure?" he asked, grabbing your hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. "You've seemed... a bit edgy today" he said, making you chuckle a little. He meant you seemed extremely grumpy today. You had heard everyone else say that. Well, not really the word grumpy but, bitchy.

"Sorry" you murmured, looking down and squeezing Eddie's hand tighter. "I'm a bit nervous about... my Math test" you lied, hoping he would let it go.

"Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn't worry about that" he said, bringing your hand to his lips. "You've studied all week. I'm sure you're gonna do great" he smiled. "Do you want to go over it tonight one last time?"

"No, love. That's okay, you have your Vecna's um... curse thing" you chuckled.

"It's cult, dude" Gareth interrupted, laughing a little. "Is The Cult of Vecna" he corrected.

"That's what I said" you said, rolling your eyes.

"No, you said curse" Jeff laughed.

"Well, it's the same thing!" you snapped at him, getting irritated again. "S-sorry, Jeff" you said, feeling a little guilty. "I need some air" you smiled at Eddie before getting up.

"Is... she okay?" Jeff asked, confused.

"Not really" Eddie sighed, getting up and instantly following you.

He finally made it all the way to the picnic tables past the football field and he found you smoking.

"Thought you said you needed air" he chuckled, when you turned around to look at him, still frowning.

"This is fresh air" you defended yourself.

"Look, sweetheart, I'm sorry" he said, sitting on his side of the picnic table. You frowned at him confused, tossing your cigarette away.

"What? Why are you sorry?" you asked, sitting on the table in front of him.

You hated that your sulky mood may have passed on to him. Eddie was that ray of sunshine that made you want to smile all the time. He looked up at you with his big brown puppy eyes and you felt like someone had just kicked you in the stomach. If there was something that you truly hated, was seeing Eddie upset.

"What's wrong?" you asked, worriedly.

"Look" he said, grabbing your hand in his. "It's just... I know that you don't really like this whole D&D thing and we talk about it non-stop, especially me, telling you about my campaign and all and I just... I'm sorry. I know it can be boring for you and I'm just worried that you realize that we're too different or something and you're just not gonna want to be around me anymore-"

"What? Eddie, love, no" you said, cursing yourself silently. You climbed off the table and sat on the bench next to him, taking a deep breath as you played with his fingers. "You got this all wrong" you muttered. "I'm so sorry I've been in a shitty mood, but I promise it's nothing about that" you insisted, looking up at him. "I love it when you talk about D&D, it's really interesting, and I love how excited you get when you talk about your campaigns" you admitted, feeling your cheeks burning a little.

"Really?" Eddie asked, feeling his heart fluttering and you nodded, with a tiny smile forming on your lips. "So, why have you been in such a bad mood today? And don't say it's your Math test, because I know you're going to do great at that-"

"It's not" you admitted. "I actually had it today and I think I did pretty well" you smiled. "Thanks for helping me study" you added.

"So then, what happened?" he asked, frowning. "I mean, don't get me wrong, seeing you kick Andy's ass was the highlight of my day, but I know that something's bothering you" he insisted.

"You sighed, grabbing your bag from the floor and putting it between the two of you.

"I b-bought you something" you said, looking down.

"You did?" he asked excitedly, but his smile dropped again. "Wait, why did that make you upset?"

"It's just..." you said, getting out a small pouch out of your bag. "Last week, when you were telling me about the whole Vecna campaign, you mentioned you lost your dice" you started. "And so, I wanted to get you new ones, and I did, and I wanted to give them to you today because I knew your campaign was tonight, so I told Gareth and I showed them to him and he said that you had already bought some and that mine were not the right kind because the set only has seven dice and the ones that you use for your campaigns have more" you said, opening the pouch and making the seven dices fall on your palm. Eddie didn't think he could love you more until he saw the dice set. They were black and silver metal dice with blood stains on them. "So, I got upset because when I went to the store, the guy asked me what I needed and he laughed when I didn't really know, and when I asked for dice for D&D he started telling me about all the different types of dice and I just got so confused, and then I saw these and I thought they looked metal, and cool and that you would like them but-"

You were suddenly interrupted when Eddie placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you to him so he could kiss you intensely. You loved these kinds of kisses from Eddie. They were so full of passion and desire that it made your entire body tingle.

"I love you so fucking much" he said, before he planted another kiss on your lips and he felt a smile on your lips.

"I love you too" you said, unable to stop smiling at the way Eddie was looking at you. He looked so enamored by you.

"Princess, first of all, these are the coolest dice I have ever seen in my entire life and I can't believe that you bought them for me and I love them so much!" he insisted, grabbing the dice from your hand before he carefully placed them on their little pouch again.

"Really?" you asked, feeling a little relieved, but you still felt he was just saying that to make you feel better. "B-but Gareth said-"

"Gareth's an idiot" he said, rolling his eyes.

"He's your best friend!"

"He's still an idiot" Eddie insisted. "Look, sometimes we do use more than seven dice but we always use at least seven" he told you. "Plus, are you kidding? These are so badass! Everyone is going to want to play with them, although I might not let them because they are mine and those idiots lost my last ones so-"

"Eddie" you chuckled.

"Right. My point is, I'm sorry that you were in a bad mood because you thought I wouldn't like them" he told you. "Sweetheart, you could give me a cat and I would love it more than anything-"

"Eddie, you're allergic to cats" you chuckled.

"I know, but it's a gift from you" he said smiling. "I love every single thing you give me and that you do for me" he insisted, grabbing your hands in his.

"Really?" you asked, smiling brightly at him. Eddie loved it when you smiled. Especially because he knew he was the only one who made you smile like this.

"Yes, princess" he said, pulling you again for another kiss. "Thank you for my cool gift" he smiled, putting the small pouch in his bag.

"You're welcome, Eddie" you smiled shyly.

"Also, you're gonna tell me the store that you went to and point at the guy who laughed at you because I'm going to kick his ass!"

"Love, you don't have to do that" you chuckled, giving him another peck on the lips.

"Yes, I do. Nobody laughs at my princess" he pouted before he kissed you again.

The End

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

A/N: hope you loves liked it!

[gilraina]

Sometimes when I browse the podfic tag I see posts like "I'd like to start making podfics, tell me what stories you'd like to see me podfic" and there's just something so weird about this to me? Imagine someone saying "I wanna get into making fanart, tell me what I should draw first", or "I'd like to try writing fanfic, give me ideas for stories". I know it's not a 1 to 1 comparison (and maybe it even happens sometimes, I dunno), but it just feels like such a backwards approach?

I started podficcing because I was reading a lot of fanfic and had so many fics I loved and wanted to try recording, either because I had an idea for what I wanted them to sound like when read out loud, or just wanted to experiment. Over the years I've had to tell multiple people that I don't take requests, or even commissions, because my to-pod list is already long and keeps expanding. Finding a good story, and reaching out to the author to get permission to record it, is all part of the process to me.

I don't know, maybe it just comes down to people being new to podfic and not fully understanding that part of fandom and its etiquette, but even so, my question is: if you don't know what stories you'd like to podfic, or it doesn't make a difference to you, to the point where your first instinct is to ask random strangers what they'd like you to record rather than to pick something yourself, then why would you even want to do it in the first place? Contrary to what some may believe, making a podfic is actually a lot of work (especially when you're new to it), and personally I just can't imagine putting all that work into something I'm not passionate about. And if you haven't even made a single podfic before, then how can anyone even give you a good suggestion, when they don't know yet what kinds of stories you gravitate towards, what would be the best match for your narration style, etc.?

Also, from the fic writers' perspective, I imagine there's a world of difference between

a) reaching out to the author for permission to podfic their fic, because you loved it so much that it inspired you to create something based on it

and

b) putting out a general "send me fics and (maybe) I'll record them" statement

One of those will get you a much more enthusiastic response from the writers than the other. Not to even mention that there are plenty of writers who have already given blanket permission for their fic to be podficced, and would love to get a surprise podfic of their story. If you're a podficcer or want to get into podficcing, I can't recommend using the Blanket Permission Highlighter extension enough. It highlights the names of AO3 authors who have given blanket permission for their works to be transformed, and allows you to filter the archive to only show works from authors who have BP statements.

If you'd like to try podficcing, but feel anxious about reaching out to authors to ask for permission, choosing a fic from an author who's already given that permission is a great place to start! Much better than announcing that you want to make podfics and waiting for people to reach out to you, I promise!

[officialauthorofanotherworld]

responding to multiple tags like i said i would (finally)

i've been busy (read: depressed and lazy) for a while now and decided that, before i start writing today i'd reply to the tags i got a while back :P

might be a bit of a long post due to that but uh...

alright, here we go (srry for stealing your formatting @jev-urisk)

✨️Headcanon Rating Tag✨️

Rules: use this headcanon generator to generate some headcanons for your OCs! How accurate are they?

Using the two main parties from Party of Three

Taka

Taka has an intense fear of people. 3/10: While Taka is a very nervous/anxious person, I wouldn't say he has a fear of people. He has a fear of social situations maybe, lol.

Taka is an extrovert. 0/10: Taka is a introvert. This ties into him not liking social situations where he's near a ton of random people, why he's so nervous wandering around Leln for the first time, and why he has a hard time sleeping on the carriage ride there. He's obviously far calmer/extroverted around his friends, but i'd say around strangers he's 100% a introvert, although if you approach him he might find it easier to open up and talk to you after a little bit.

Taka gets bullied on roblox. 4/10: Taka would be the one doing the bullying on ROBLOX. This is such an incredibly funny one to me, if Taka and Beriyl and Arthur had been born into this world instead, I 100% guarantee a few things. Taka is the kind of kid to play Fortnite and do the dances irl to piss off people. Beriyl would hate it and Taka would find that so funny. Secretly, Beriyl would actually like Fortnite and if Taka found out, he'd make him duo with him. Taka is also the kinda kid to go on TikTok and start repeating all the brainrot terms out of a weird ironic comedy, not actually having brainrot but thinking that pretending to would be funny. (Also because it would piss off Beriyl) Arthur would stop them from fighting like he already does.

Beriyl:

Beriyl gets into Twitter discourse. 10/10: 100% 100% ONE-HUNDRED-PERCENT, he is the exact type of person to be easily anger-able by pretty much anything, ESPECIALLY if he's already in a bad mood, he would one HUNDRED percent have fruitless, long arguments with random internet strangers on youtube or something lol

Beriyl voted sans in the tumblr sexyman poll. 0/10: Beriyl probably would play Undertale but I don't think he'd find sans attractive. He'd probably draw some connections from sans to Taka's sense of humor (i bet Taka would vote sans cuz he'd think it'd be funny) but idk if he'd vote sans. maybe if Taka hijacked his account and voted for sans (which i could see happening, and then them fighting about it)

Beriyl is tumblr famous. 5/10: Either Beriyl would be very popular or very unpopular, but believe he deserves to be popular. He's a very vain person for a good part of the story, so his reaction to either way sorta depends on how much growth he's undergone personality-wise. Let's say that early Beriyl would believe he deserves popularity and not have it, and if he DID have it it would massively go to his head and result in a big ego trip, and if he didn't, he'd be really mad about it. Late-stage (i hesitate to say lategame but not sure how else to describe the end of book 1 chargrowth wise... latebook? XD) Beriyl probably wouldn't care either way.

Arthur:

Arthur can't spell resturaunt. 0/10: The headcanon website misspelled restaurant. Arthur's parents were merchants and educated him as best they could. I kinda doubt he wouldn't be able to spell restaurant. Beriyl can spell it. Taka maybe. Sometimes he has trouble writing long/"big" words. Qlul and Ecirr probably could write it. Eirairr would probably scribble all over the page and start laughing when you tell him that he didn't even write anything.

Arthur has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. 0/10: For the most part, i'm assuming this is an AU where they were born on Earth and not in Tamalnh, but Arthur has such a crazy work ethic I imagine he'd stay up all night to the point where this would happen. I mean, for the most part, if he has something he needs to do, he will just not sleep, to the detriment of his overall health. So for that reason, I was going to say 10/10, but Arthur is the kind of person to just refuse to sleep if he feels like he has something he needs to do (i.e protect someone) so, 0/10. Maybe 1/10, but... ok, moving on

Arthur has been canceled on Twitter. 0/10 Arthur would either not use Twitter, not understand Twitter, or have an account cuz Taka told him to sign up and barely use it. I can see him maybe having a cooking twitter or looking at Gordon Ramsay or smth, but he wouldn't be cancelled.

Qlul:

Qlul is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them. 4/10: The site misspelled oblivious. Anyway... I mean, he's dating Ecirr. But I can see this going two ways, him being oblivious or him knowing more than he lets on. so due to my indecisiveness, 4/10

If Qlul was presented with an intergalactic portal, they would enter it without question. 1/10: Most likely not, it depends how it "feels" to him. Is Ecirr there? What does Ecirr say about it? What are the stakes-- what does he stand to gain/lose? He's not the impulsive type-- I can't say I can see him jumping into a portal, especially not in a world where, yaknow, orbs of destruction exist. Eirairr probably would, if he "sensed" that it wouldn't kill him. Maybe. It depends lol (i doubt i'll end up calling them that, but i imagine that in dungeons things like that do exist. yes im talking about the destruction orbs from 5e)

Qlul is very willing to eat inedible things. 0/10 No. Kaardan cuisine is sorta weird, they probably use a lot of bugs, monsters and make lots of soup/stew, but... no, Qlul isn't gonna eat rocks.

Ecirr:

Ecirr has a stuffed animal under their bed. 3/10 If he did, it'd be of the messenger ravens he and Qlul communicated with back in school, or of Qlul himself. But he'd never let anyone know-- so i'd say this is a fifty-fifty :p

Ecirr is a sleepwalker. 0/10 He's not.

Ecirr set a public school on fire and got away with it. 0/10 Ecirr would not do something like that lol, none of them would. I'm not sure "public school" even exists in my world... but anywaaayyy, on to Eirairr!

Eirairr:

Eirairr does not know what sleep is. 10/10: This is absolutely hilarious. Eirairr has never slept before in his life. Eirairr is a full-blooded elf, and does not need to sleep. While i'm sure he knows what the concept of "sleep" is, he has never personally experienced it. With that logic, you could say he does not know sleep.

Eirairr is a cry baby. (I got the sleepwalker one again and i was like....i dont wanna do duplicates, that's boring. also he can't sleep, so no. although i can see him pretending to sleepwalk to be funny, definitely in his personality to do something like that.) 0/10: No, but Taka certainly cries a lot. Just like me.... that means i'm a crybaby D:

Eirairr is great with kids. 8/10: Honestly, if Eirairr maintained his calm personality for a extended period of time, I could see him being a great babysitter. He definitely has that childish energy. So maybe he'd destroy the house with the kid. But on the off hand he controls himself, then yeah, he'd be great for both the kid and the parent. But if he doesn't... well, let's say the parent won't be very happy when they get home and both of them are climbing all over the place.

Bonus: Villain Round!!! Vitsmunir!!!

Vitsmunir:

Vitsmunir likes to eat straight coffee beans. 7/10: maybe. I could see Vitsmunir being a dark chocolate, licorice, and black coffee sort of guy... if he let himself relax and wasn't on the verge of a psychotic, murderous-rage-filled mental breakdown + panic attack every second of his life.

Vitsmunir bullies kids on roblox. 10/10: I know I said I wouldn't do duplicates but this is very funny. Yes, yes, he would. He 100% would bully people and try and feel better about himself through this. And then he'd wonder why he doesn't have any friends. :(

Vitsmunir is a simp. 0/10: I kind of feel like if he were in our world, he'd be asexual/a-romantic. And probably in prison for murder.

Okay... that was a really long one, i'm tempted to just do two posts but eh, whatever, here's the second tag thingy (again, ty jev, im stealing ur formatting XD)

✨️OC Questionnaire Tag✨️

My questions:

So you're one of those people?

Is this really where you wanted to end up?

Why can't you just.. stop?

Your questions:

Where do you see yourself in ten years?

If you could change just one thing about your current life, what would it be?

What is your favorite thing in the whole world?

I'll be answering as Beriyl Edmund Ciphre von Aschwaz from Party of Three.

For the purposes of this one, Beriyl will be his early book self. Cocky, self-indulged, and worst of all, bri'ish.

Imagine him speaking as a posh British noble, with a hint of uh... flamboyance? He's a very dramatic person. Anyway, on with the questions...

1. So you're one of those people?

What the hells do you mean by that? One of those people? If you mean, beautiful, wonderful, and much better than you, then yes! I am Beriyl Edmund Ciphre von Aschwaz, after all! So glad you noticed. Of course I'm better than a worthless commoner like yourself! Hmph.

2. Is this really where you wanted to end up?

Wh- I must say, what is it with you and all these rude questions?! What does that even mean?! I- *he pauses* ... Crossing his arms, he peers outwardly at you. Are you speaking of Taka? No, I must say... I did not wish to end up stuck in a party with a commoner like him, nor a brute like Arthur. Gods, they're so unrefined. They're so imbecilic! Hmph... yes, that is quite the apt descriptor for them. Well, I suppose, put any of lowly birth next to one of such high status like myself and they'd appear a fool next to a saint, or some such... Saint Beriyl, I do like the ring of that! Are you-?! Why are you scoffing at me?! How dare you!! I am Beriyl Edmund Ciphre von Aschwaz, and I-

3. Why can't you just.. stop?

Stop, stop what?! This entire conversation has been one of the most unpleasant I've had since I met that damnable fool, Taka! Are you as stupid as he is, or are you just trying to get on my nerves?! Hah! If anything, you should stop! Stop breathing, that is! Yes, hmm! Stop breathing near me, commoner! I, Beriyl Edmund Ciphre von Aschwaz, refuse to breathe in your disgusting commoner air! Away, away from me! Thank you!

welp, there ya go jev. told you you'd piss off Beriyl with questions like that :sob: Hope you had fun reading all that :D I certainly had fun writing it. Feel free to tag me in more of your stuff, I love answering them. It's a lot of fun, and a nice writing exercise/warm up.

Have a good day everyone :)

(For those who enjoy reading the weekly posts, i will try and have the third... or was it the fourth, out soonish.... soonTM, okay? :p)

[weird-dere-writes]

twylaaaa, how are you? and here's a question for you, when stopping for directions on a long drive, which one of you approaches the stranger first, you or ichigo?

Mimiiiiiiii hiiiii beloved :3 💋

I hope you are well! 🫶🏾

I myself am doing okay. Mostly chilling and vibing today. My period started so there's that too lol. In the grand scheme of my life, I think things are moving forward <3. I am doing my best 🙂‍↕️

If we are on a long drive and stop for directions I think it depends 🤔. Like if Ichigo and I are still in the car doing so, it would probably be whoever has someone on their side of the car they can call out to.

But let's say we get out to eat food somewhere. Just to regroup and relax and stretch our legs n such. Maybe decide if we're switching who is driving, depending on how long we've been on the road.

If we couldn't quite figure directions out, I would probably be the first to ask someone around for help. Like when we're leaving the food place and on our way back to our car, if we pass by someone I would probably ask them if they know what we need to know.

I am probably better about asking, but he shines in actually applying that knowledge in real time cus I will probably forget or not trust myself rip. He will retain whatever we've been told better and get us to where we need to go, no GPS.

I have a good sense of direction I PROMMY. I just have bad memory sometimes and trying to go to new places can get me anxious 👁👁💦. If it is somewhere new, I need GPS AT LEAST the first few couple times.

Depending on his mood tho ichi will be more bold and say for instance, instead of asking someone when we get outside, straight up ask our server if they know the directions we need. And it will be such a smooth transition from his other too UGH.

I just stare at him trying not to bite my lip after like SIR?????

He's built different and I want to eat him about it jaksyskshskdysodh.

Pls tell me about you and a fave of your choice too, my love 👀👀👀👀

LOVE YEWWWWWWW 🫂💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

[terra-feminarum]

Curious about ur tags on the "do we really need deodorent" post. I love perfume and my gf does too so idk what you mean when you say you can smell emotions such as desire. What are your experiences with that?? Have you had genuine social benefits like this from not having artificial scents blocking those signals? (Trying to ask this in the least creepy way possible.)

Thanks for your question. I'm not sure if I can decipher the smells of people I don't know well, but it's often very clear with people who are close to me. It's actually very useful to be able to know when someone is anxious even though they might hide it very well otherwise. I also very much enjoy smelling when someone is joyful and relaxed. Of course I can miss things, like I can miss visual cues of someone's state of mind. But smell is one more cue to notice.

When it comes to physical closeness and sex, smell is crucial. I believe one of the reason for all the perfumed products is that people want to have sex without being aware if the other person is really feeling it. Without artificial scents, it's obvious if there is or isn't mutual desire. It's an animal thing, no conscious reasoning is needed to analyze the smell, it's just very very obvious if someone wants you and you want them. It's also an actual social benefit to realize the lack of that smell. You can't fake a smell. The hookup culture would probably die without artificial scents.

I can also often tell if people are ill, and they don't have to be close to me. This is a bit tricky because sometimes I don't know if it's ok to bring up questions about someone's health, but if I smell sickness for a long period of time I do get concerned. I've recognized a serious illness on someone and smell was part of that, even though it was only one part of my reasoning. But it helped me to understand the whole picture better and bring up my concerns which were unfortunately confirmed later.

I think people should respect our animal instincts more and not be afraid of smelling like humans. And I don't mean being dirty and never washing your clothes, but having enough human smell for necessary communication. But that would mean not everyone would smell good at all situations. I believe because we're living very close to completely unknown individuals of our own species we need to wash away and hide our real smell to tolerate strangers so close to us. I admit, when I use public transport I'm happy if people have showered recently.

But I'm not sure if people smell bad even when they are dirty if they're your people. My partner never smells bad no matter how dirty and sweaty she actually is. And then again, most strange men smell like danger to me, and I think it's just healthy animal behavior to be wary of unknown males. This is a bit annoying at times because sometimes I get very alert just by walking in a hallway where a man has been before me, but I haven't yet deciphered why this smell is so much stronger on some males than others. This is something I'd love to know. Note, my sense of smell isn't very good at all, I think I've smoked enough to kill most of my olfactory receptors. I'm just interested in smells and I approach the world as the animal I am.

Oh, and while I believe some smells are kind of objectively perceived, like the smell of fear or illness, some probably depend on the context. Like men who smell off-putting and threatening to me might smell really lovely to their partners. And I believe the smell of desire is only obvious when it's mutual.

[queenofbaws]

One good turn deserves another, so now I'd like to thank you for YOUR kind words and well-wishes! I should probably clarify as well that I'm no stranger to writing in general - I've worked as an editor and even have my own story in the works. It's fanfiction that proves daunting, as I fear I won't be able to portray the characters accurately or even write believable modern-day interactions due to my own... social shortcomings, so to speak. If you have any advice to offer, I'd be rather grateful!

!!! well lookit that!!! aw man, if you're already writing your own story, you're so ahead of the game!!! ;)c on the rare occasions i've been asked for fic advice, my first step is almost always to, like, get a feel for writing rules in general, so cross that sucker right off the list!!! heheh

i'll throw a few nuggets of extremely long-winded "wisdom" below the cut for anyone interested, but tl;dr the BIGGEST and BEST advice i think i could give to someone hesitant to dip their toe into writing/posting fic is this: we're all playing pretend here - and i don't say that to minimize anyone's efforts!!! not even slightly.

if anyone takes playing pretend seriously, it's ME, angsty longfic mcgee, but at the end of the day, fanfic is YOUR sandbox. YOU make the rules. YOU make what you want to make the way you want to make it when you want to make it. everyone wants the validation of hearing that other people enjoyed their story, that they're moved by their art, but sometimes things won't hit the way you hoped they would, or people wind up having a different interpretation of a character than you and don't hesitate in letting you know, and man, that sucks when it happens and it can make the idea of continuing to post really, really daunting, but it's still your sandbox. if you like it? if you enjoyed making it? if it was fun and fulfilling and you felt satisfied once it was finished?????????? THAT'S what you gotta hang onto. THAT'S what's gonna keep you moving forward. <3

(and, just saying, from personal experience? once you take the dive and give it a try? ooooh baby. there's nothing like it ;P i've mixed too many beach metaphors in here. that has to mean something.)

LONG-WINDED RAMBLING, GO! i want to preface this by saying, hi, this is 100% just me running my mouth about how i go about writing fic - if anything i say here doesn't work for you, ignore it! wholesale!!! everyone has different processes, everyone approaches writing in a different way, and even my writing buds and i butt heads sometimes about the fic-writing process, so imagine this is simply me offering suggestions on little scraps of paper, neatly piled up on a silver platter. you're free to fling that platter out of my hands at any time ;P ha!!!

i COMPLETELY understand how trying to get a pre-existing character's voice down can be intimidating, but at the end of the day...everyone's going to view them a little differently anyway!!! that's one of the beautiful things about fic - two people can look at the same character and see completely different facets of them, and that in NO way makes them wrong, or somehow less valid! here are some of the things i do when i'm trying to get into a character's headspace or find my version of their voice:

mannerisms! the first thing i always try and figure out is how the character behaves in canon. do they hold themselves confidently? do they get along with other people easily? if it's visual media like a video game, what kind of idle animations are we working with here - nail biting, hip swaying, anxious shifting, slouching, yawning, knuckle-cracking? i like doing this a little bit better than just trying to pin down what kind of "personality archetype" they have, like...you can say ashley brown is the scared nerd character, sure, and that's one level of her, but she's also ruthless when she needs to be, quick to make a joke, and deeply, deeply curious. digging down into a character's pieces-parts instead of just looking at them as a whole can really make your characterization of them feel more HUMAN.

actual source material dialogue. how does the character actually TALK in the source material (if they do, in fact, talk at all)? do they stammer? pause often? are they using high-scoring scrabble words in day-to-day conversations, or do they mostly just grunt and nod when asked a question? if you're worried about keeping YOUR version of them close to the source material or canon, i always say look for those verbal tics right off the bat. to keep using until dawn examples, josh tends to talk slowly but FLUIDLY, if that makes sense, like he's been practicing how cool guys talk in movies; chris, on the other hand, tends to start and stop, or have a jerkier sort of cadence, shifting in pitch the more agitated or anxious he is. mike talks to himself a lot, whether it's to make inane comments or reassure himself that he's okay; matt really sort of stays quiet unless he's talking to another person. that sort of thing!

the jurassic park method. okay. okay stick with me here. this one's my fav. this one is genuinely my secret weapon when it comes to writing believable fic characters. you know how...in the original jurassic park...the whole thing was they filled the dinosaurs' genetic gaps with frog DNA? yeah. yeah i'm about to tell you to do that. only with blorbo from your shows. is there someone in your life who reminds you of a character you're writing for? they don't have to be a perfect match, but maybe there's someone out there who you think "aw man, i bet sam would wear that," or "i could so hear jess saying that," or "i bet she and emily would get along..." this is me taking you by the hands to say use that. fill those gaps with real life experiences. this one's really more about making characters feel realistic than it is keeping them true to canon, but man..................sometimes it really makes them shine, know what i mean???

as for believable modern-day interactions...WOOF. i also feel like...i have missed that bus on that one. 🤣 i wish i had straightforward advice for this, but i have GOT to be real with you, i am a mostly housebound millenial who recently had a very sobering conversation with my doctor about how i've hit the age where i need to actually pay attention to my blood pressure and cholesterol, and boy, that...that really makes you feel very

sdklfjskldf heheheheheheh

my biggest tip in terms of MODERN social interactions??? don't put too much effort into making them modern at all! that sounds counter-intuitive, i'll explain: language moves really, really quickly, and it's constantly changing. if you throw a lot of slang into an interaction, it's going to date itself pretty quickly. instead, when i'm writing, i really focus on the interaction feeling BELIEVABLE. not even "natural," not even "normal," whatever those mean, but believable. can you BELIEVE that characters would interact with each other this way. cuz let's face it: sometimes. in real life. social interactions. occur. strangely. that doesn't make them less BELIEVABLE.

(and for what it's worth???????? a lot of time canon doesn't care about modern day interactions either. emily and jess's fight in the lodge is.......the best example......i could give you. there's....there's a lot going on in that one. the bar has been set...very low on that one alkdjfalksjfasjdfklsdjf hahahahahahahahah!)

i'll stop here before i literally turn inside-out from word barfing so much, but to revisit my very, very first point up top...writing and sharing fic can be SO nerve-wracking. 100%. no question. writing is personal!!! if you're writing your own story, i'm sure you totally get that. it's a piece of you! and by putting it out where everyone can see, you're making yourself vulnerable, and that can be so, so terrifying. but. BUT. i am personally of the opinion that the benefits outweigh that moment of trepidation ;)c if this is something you've been wanting to do, i wholeheartedly say give it a shot! if you decide it's not for you, eh, at least you tried, right? and if you love it, then look at that!!! a whole new world opens up at your fingertips!!!

and you'll for sure have ME rooting for you, either way :D

[bluedabadeedabadie]

I am like a cornered animal, most of the time. There's a billion things you can point to and say "Ha! That's why!". The why('s) doesn't matter. What matters is that I am mortified of speaking to people more often than not. It also means that sometimes I want to offer help but the mere thought of accidentally offending said person in some way or coming off as comical makes me brush off actually asking.

And yet.

And yet when I see an old person crossing the street I sometimes walk close to them, as to ward off any vehicles. I try to be discreet about it but I still cross a little bit faster so the cars see me and slow down, I still try not to do it too fast as to keep some kind of pace until we've both crossed the street and I can continue on my merry way.

I still sometimes get over myself and stop someone to ask if they need any help if I pass by a person that seems a little faint.

I still stop to look at a kid coming back from school on their own when my own route back from school crosses theirs, making sure there's a grown-up around or that they cross the street safely or that they are not lost.

It's small things like that which I don't think anyone notices and that as far as I am concerned probably make no actual impact. But I still do them, because it feels right. Even if a part of me claws from the inside that it's not my place and no one would care if I did ask, if I was more vocal, if I did more, if I did less.

Which brings me to my first day of school. I was coming back from a small shop downtown, when I noticed a woman struggling to cross the street. She wasn't that old either but the traffic in this part of town specifically comes straight from hell. I mean, seriously, it's *insane*. So I gathered all my courage and asked her if she wanted to cross the street together, framing it as her helping me, mortified of the kind stranger thinking I was implying she was too old to cross the street by herself.

And we did, me taking the lead at first and trying to avoid eye contact as if it was the plague. I nodded, afterwards, still anxious as all hell because people? I don't know how to interact with them. And because I felt embarrassed - what highschool student would need help crossing the street like a little kid? (As you might've guessed, I am a very anxious person) Do you know what she did?

She smiled at me and thanked me. No ridicule, not being weirded out of this random stranger approaching her, nothing.

And she knew. She knew what I was trying to do and appreciated it. She smiled at me.

I guess what I am trying to say is- you don't have to apologize for existing. And do little good things! Some people will appreciate them, others won't, third won't know. But we all have a little bit of good in us and this world needs all the good it can get. And you don't have to feel the need to apologize for simply co-existing with others, even if you don't know the person or you don't know how to communicate properly or every little thing your brain comes up with.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait! Can I have a Match-Up? I love your way of writing, and I would love to know which character you think would suit me better (romantically). And I'm sorry in advance because this is very, very long, so I'll do it in parts, haha ^^'

I'm a 18 y/o female, ISTJ, 9w1, demiromantic atracted for men and sex repulsed ace. I'm a computer engineering student, but I'm also a certified nursing and pharmacy assistant because, well, I was given the opportunity and trying other fields is always interesting.

If we talk about socializing, I can be a bit... complicated. Crowds, meeting and talking to new people exhaust me and generate anxiety, always with this pit in my stomach, fearing to say or do something wrong. If it's not strictly necessary, I would never approach a stranger unless they speak to me first. And despite all of that, I've managed to be on good terms and even joke around with my classmates, and to earn both their trust and our teachers' trust, being the class representative for these two years.

I still feel stupidly nervous around them, but I do something right since both my classmates and teachers have the idea that I am "efficient" and "responsible", even though I am incredibly disorganized and forgetful, procrastinating instead of doing my homework and study for tests until the last minute.

What is certain is that I am quite helpful, I am always willing to help, guide and collaborate with others in whatever way possible, and I consult the opinion of my colleagues, looking for the solution that best satisfies all of us when it comes to make a decision for the class. I am also the type of person who greets, offers and returns smiles, apologizes and thanks everyone, even though inside I feel horrible, because courtesy is something that was instilled in me from a very young age and it is already natural. However, I know and make my limits clear, because just as I don't like to take advantage of others, I don't allow others to take advantage of me; trying that is one of the few ways my patience can be exhausted, along with certain noises that affect me because of my misophonia.

Although I can be productive if I put my mind to it, my mind tends to wander and I get frustrated with myself because of it. My head is almost always in the clouds, I have tripped over my own feet more times than I can count and once I couldn't even find my glasses even though I already had them on, what a case huh?

— (1/3)

Although socializing makes me anxious, my friends are the exception. I don't have many, but the ones I do have I value with all my heart and would definitely fight for them; With my friends I talk about everything and nothing, about topics like the new series that premiered, our favorite artists, how our day was, and also our personal problems, exchanging advice or just being there and listening. I tend to be more of a listener than a speaker, I really enjoy hearing what others have to say, going silent and nodding to let them know I'm paying attention, and giving my opinion at the end if they want to. Sometimes, however, I get carried away and go on at length about my thoughts and tastes, which makes me feel a little embarrassed and leaves me afraid that I "spoke too much," even though my friends always assure me that it's not like that.

What I love most about talking with my friends is debating, expressing our views on different topics and the reasoning behind them. We don't always agree, but that's okay, it's even more fun that way! I always try to keep my mind open and even if I'm not convinced by what has been said, I respect other people's opinions.

Something I don't love is cooking, I mean, I can do it, but I'm not a fan of it. I'm also not really into adrenaline rush, "wacky" activities or activities that involve crowds, and I don't drink or smoke. I can tolerate the cigarette smell as long as it's not very concentrated, but alcohol... No. Drunk people make me upset, uncomfortable and very nervous, and I try to avoid them at all costs because of family issues. I am a homebody who enjoys and is satisfied with watching a movie, series or even cartoons, listening to music, playing video games or board games, talking to or simply existing in the same room with my partner, even with both of us doing different things. I'm open to trying my partner's hobbies as long as it doesn't involve anything I've already mentioned that I dislike (except maybe cooking, if it's with a partner, it can be funny).

Also, nature seems beautiful to me, and a walk in the fresh air while we talk, or having a picnic, or sitting and counting stars or looking for shapes in the clouds, all seem lovely to me. I also like animals, and whether it's a dog, a cat or a bird, having a pet sure brightens up the daily routine.

— (2/3)

My affections are spontaneous, I could hug my partner from behind, tell him I love him and kiss his cheek, or take his hand and kiss his knuckles, or run my fingers through his hair, or pat his head, or fix his clothes or... Anything I feels like doing when I passing by, and then continue on my way. Although I would make sure to respect their limits, since I have mine too, like my slight dislike for kissing on the lips, because I can have one or two but too many disgust me. I am also one to make and follow silly jokes, with a sarcastic and sometimes black humor, and I love to tease my loved ones.

I have a bad temper, and I am so aware of it that I distance myself from others in order not to hurt them, because when angry I tend to speak and act derogatory. I never mean to hurt anyone, but when I do, I own up to my mistake, apologize for it, and do my best to correct my behavior. I warn those close to me in advance of my bad mood, to avoid conflict as much as possible.

For me, the most important thing in a relationship is honesty, followed by communication. My friends have told me I'm so honest it hurts, that's something I'm also aware of, but I'm adamant that even an ugly truth is better than a white lie. I always give them the truth so I hope they give it back to me, because even if it hurts, it's better if they lie to me. I am also usually the first person to try to clear up misunderstandings, approaching and offering a talk, because I think that as long as something can be talked about it can be solved, although I think that it is best to take some time to calm down and be able to talk properly.

That's all! Thank for your time a have a good day/afternoon/night! :)

PS: I sent the first message anonymously, but the second one didn't, so sending this one how anonymously doesn't make sense. Sorry about that, haha

— (3/3)

I match you with...

Jumin!

To put it simply, you're the kind of person that understands what you like and how you like it. That can be difficult to find in this world because sometimes you don't know what you like until you really put yourself out there. You value communication and being able to talk to somebody. You don't want to be lost in translation. You want somebody who looks at you and understands how to talk to you without even trying. Of course, it's never as simple as that. It's never that easy. It's something you have to work on with your partner. That being said, the person who relates most to you in this situation is Jumin Han. He is the one person in the world who would be able to understand what it means to value a conversation like fine wine.

When it comes to love language he is the one person who would be able to keep up with you in terms of talking about anything and everything. Talking really is his love language. Sure, there are a lot of other things wrapped up in there, but what matters more to him is the ability to be able to experience the warmth of a long conversation with somebody. That's truly all he's ever wanted out of romance and life. He wants somebody who can sit next to him and talk about whatever. It doesn't matter what it is.

All in all, you can have a great relationship with him because you both seem to fit like puzzle pieces. He never has to worry when it comes to what you mean. You never have to worry about what he's feeling. It's something that two of you have come to understand about one another. Sure, it was a little messy in the start, but what is it messy? But now you have each other and long conversations in front of the fireplace.

[studywgabi]

The Reasons Why I am Starting College Having Never Been on a Date:

The painful fucking shyness, I mean, borderline agoraphobia. I won't settle for less than clicking "add to cart" on Mr. Right and having him delivered to my home, with free shipping.

a. Really, though, I've missed a lot of school. And work (and that's only once a week). I can barely make it to my real responsibilities (much less dates). I struggle with just getting out of bed sometimes, let alone leaving my house, and when I do, I'm usually too anxious to go without a parent, which severely decreases my chances of being approached. And if I never go anywhere, how can I expect to meet anyone?

b. It's just that I know I won't meet anyone, though. It's that when I manage to try, when I put my blood, sweat, and tears into making myself look somewhat presentable, when I go someplace people under 70 are, when I do everything Google said makes you approachable: bangs, wearing red, exposing the wrists, red nail polish, smiling, not being on your phone, being alone, and open body language, when I get my hopes up, it never works out. And that makes it even harder the next time. Excuses, excuses.

2. Self-fulfilling prophecy. I see myself as undateable and others just take that cue. Though, chicken and egg. A little girl doesn't suddenly decide she's horrifically ugly and no one will ever love her. It's proven to her, time and time again. Or rather, being seen as beautiful or even average and capable of being loved is not proven to her, and she draws the only logical conclusion. (This little girl is quite the pessimist.)

3. I've had somewhat of an unconventional high school experience. My freshman year was 2020-2021, and we were online until May. Sophomore year we were back in person, but socially distanced, and I left about a month before the end of the school year and took my finals remotely. Junior and Senior year, I've been going to Hometown Community College (HCC). I take some in-person classes and some online, so I'm only on campus for maybe 4 hours a week. Some of my classmates are adults with families and careers, but a lot of them are around my age.

4. It isn't love, it's only Hometown. Maybe I would be worshiped as a goddess in some other part of the world. Who knows? My city isn't that walkable and I'm a virgin who can't drive, so it is a bit difficult to meet people. There are a lot of Latinos here, and mixed girls like me, and it's a real let-your-freak-flag-fly-so-everyone-will-know-how-different-and-cool-you-are-unlike-the-sheep kind of place where everyone wears beanies, listens to Pearl Jam deep cuts, and, in their desperate attempt to be different, is exactly the same, so it's not like I stand out in any way. It certainly has its faults, but one thing I will say about Hometown is that you can walk down the street and see face tattoos, blue hair, and women with beards.

5. The other thing is of course the bloodhound sixth sense. Men can smell the eau de desperation and low self-esteem radiating off of me from a mile away. Half-off at Bath and Bodyworks. God, even when I like another girl as a friend, I smother her. When I like someone in any type of way, I ask a million questions, I want to know everything about them, spend every second with them. I expect an intimacy that would take years to build up to just happen over night.

6. I think it would be naive to say that looks weren't a part of it, a significant part, though certainly not all of it. I know everyone says personality is more important than appearance in the end, when you really love someone, and I agree, but it's so hard to even get to that place. It's difficult to make that initial connection if you're not really anyone's type. No guy has ever just walked up to me and "shot his shot" as they say. No one has tried to strike up a conversation or dared to ask for my number. Yes, I know it's nerve-wracking for men to just walk up to a stranger, especially an attractive one, and try to talk to her, and this doesn't happen to every woman, but it happens to some, and I wish I was one of them. Some men think some women are worth getting over the fear for, and I wish someone saw me that way. And no, I don't approach guys either, I'm nothing if not a hypocrite. I am paralyzed with fear about this because I'm worried about not being rejected. I'm worried the guy won't know I'm trying to flirt with him because I have no idea how, or that I won't know he's letting me down easy because it'll go over my head, or that he'll feel too sorry for me to reject me.

a. I'm high-maintenance while looking low-maintenance. I take hours to get ready in the morning and no matter how much I do and how much money I waste and what lengths I go to it never helps. Worse still than my grotesqueness, which a man could look past, is my insecurity. My constant, constant need for reassurance. He could swear over and over that he loves me as I am but I'll never believe it. To illustrate, you've just read several paragraphs of complaints about my appearance. If you were my man (Lord help you), I'd never shut up.

b. To summarize: annoying, inexperienced, and no oil painting. I think I could've said as much in one sentence.

c. This is how I register in men's heads: Maybe this is totally incorrect, but we women think of you as rather like robots, capable of an incredible compartmentalization that must make life so much simpler. I'm so messy. Men can just decide to not get attached, to not care, to focus on what's really important rather than distractions, and their hearts actually listen to them. And if not, you could've fooled me.

d. I think men sort of scan me. When they first see me, my statistics and vital signs pop up on their cybernetically enhanced vision. They make a crucial decision right then and there, write me off as uninteresting. Again, all speculation. You can't fault me for being a logic-oriented person. If this isn't how it happens, I want some hard proof (lawyer voice). You can't fault me for being a fanciful, gullible, self-absorbed and ridiculous little girl.

e. I'm a little overweight, but not playboy bunny curvaceous and feminine, nor supermodel thin. I'm wide and bulky and flat in the back and the front. I'm average height, not cute and short or old Hollywood statuesque. I have scars and stretch marks and acne and strawberry legs. Pale skin and chestnut hair with a few strands of red that couldn't decide if it wanted to be straight or curly so settled for a halfhearted wave. My haircut is what it is, a mistake that I'm growing out (excruciatingly slowly). Eyes so dark you can't distinguish the iris from the pupil. I wear contacts. Huge, blackheady nose and ultrathin pale, cracked lips. I care deeply about my appearance and I do the best I can to take care of myself. After school and work and work and school, eating healthy feels so impossible, but I try to be somewhat balanced at least. I don't exercise besides the erstwhile jog, but I walk around a lot on campus and I have a physical type of job. Everyone's always told me I look older (mid-twenties) than I am (newly 18). For most of the year, I wear pretty much the same thing everyday- The Gabi Uniform (TM). A knee-length skirt and a sweater. Inoffensive, not particularly alluring. f. The worst, though, is the severe hirsutism, my main PCOS symptom. How am I supposed to be confident when my body is a punchline in every movie you've ever seen? I just don't think confidence is meant for me. I'm not one of those take-off-her-glasses-and-she's-beautiful types. I've gotten better, certainly, I'm not waterboarding myself with sweat anymore by forcing myself to wear turtlenecks in the summer. I do my best to be an adult, to pick myself up and get on with it, put on a brave if ugly face and show myself as I am. But the truth is, being able to wear tanktops hasn't made me hate myself any less. I still can't say the "h" word out loud (or type it). I still can't shake the feeling of being dirty and sick, like I have bugs crawling all over my skin. And I could never, ever, show this body to anyone. One day, I'm going to fall head over heels in love, I know that already. Love isn't the issue. I will love someone so much he can't stand it, but I'll never be able to trust him enough.

6. I don't know. I really don't know. I've turned it over and over in my head for years, driven myself crazy trying to figure it out, connected all my features with push pins and red string to unveil the grand conspiracy. But every reason I can come up with isn't something unique to me, it's something that literally millions of other people experience, have, do, or are, and that hasn't been a barrier, or hasn't always been a barrier, for at least some of them to be in a relationship. I'm just stuck thinking, why wasn't what I did good enough? Why am I the exception? I followed the rules, I consulted the opinions of others around me, I did everything just like everyone else did. I don't know if other people see me this way, but I think of myself as a deeply average person- my personality, my looks, how I grew up. To be perfectly honest, it does surprise me a bit that my love life has been so atypical when every other part of my life has been so decidedly ordinary. There's nothing special about me. I'm not a good person, but I don't intentionally hurt others. I'll never be beautiful, pretty, or even average, but there's nothing shocking about the way I look, I'm just plain.

a. Lots of people are shy, especially teenagers. We're all self (conscious and absorbed), debilitating insecurity and a simultaneous God complex. Plenty of teenagers date, go to dances, go parking, share a milkshake with two straws...

b. Everyone has low self-esteem. Sure, some more so than others, but the vast majority of people struggle with confidence, even those other people think shouldn't. We're all oracles writing self-fulfilling prophecies all the time. If you had to be confident to get a date, the human race would have died out by now.

c. For fuck's sake, people got married during the pandemic. People fell in and out of and back in love, people lost their virginities, people cheated, people flirted, people joined dating apps and met on zoom, people took off their masks and kissed, people were irresponsible and reckless and human and attractive and attracted. We all lost the school year, but plenty of my classmates didn't lose the experiences.

e. Isn't everyone desperate for something? And hasn't that desperation made me work 10 times harder? It's ambition, it's led me to try nearly everything, and even if it's obvious, isn't a little desperation attractive? I don't know if it is to boys, but it is to me. I want someone to need me, to think about me all the time, to be crazy about me. Maybe I take that too far, but it's not as if I'm proposing on the first date or collecting your used tissues for my shrine. Yeah, I want it bad and I when I fall, I fall hard, but the last thing I want is to make someone uncomfortable. If he told me to slow down, I would.

f. But if all it took was a little makeup and some time at the gym, wouldn't I lose love as soon as I washed my face or gained a few pounds? My appearance is going to change drastically throughout my life, and I don't want love to end when it does. I want to believe that everyone is beautiful. It's important to me to believe that, and that means I have to begrudgingly accept that I'm beautiful, too. I'm worried it would become a slippery slope if I made an exception for myself. I guess I just figured everyone was someone's type. I might not be conventionally attractive, but I thought eventually I'd blindly stumble upon someone who was okay with the way I look. You know what they say about assuming. It makes a (flat) ass of you and me. Yeah, maybe there's a lid for every pot. But my lid will either be blind, an alcoholic with permanent beer goggles, or have some kind of rare fetish.

I am precisely the opposite of what men want. Clingy, needy, and desperate- and not attractive enough to justify my horrible personality. I'm not cool or fun or down-to-earth. I'm not drama-free or go-with-the-flow. I say I'm fine when I'm not because I expect you to read my mind. I'm ugly, uncommunicative, and crazy. I'm a pervert who's far too shy to ever take her clothes off. I'm immature and stubborn and stupid and as hard as I try not be, a hopeless romantic.

[redrorums]

Alice in Neo Orleans

Alice Winchester- “Plucky” generally upbeat, but quick to anger and aggressive action/reaction. Also quick to forgive. A tomboy that got that winning, dimpled smile and powerful eyebrows that are constantly in motion as she IS super expressive. Talks with her hands. Talks more when she’s anxious or flabbergasted. Got all that and a boatload of wanderlust from mum. She sees everything as a grand adventure in a very Peter Pan-esque way, as that was her favorite childhood story and the one her mum used to read to her the most. Genuinely wants to “befriend” everyone and thinks only of satisfying her curiosity when approaching a stranger (so she has little to no bias or prejudices going into discourse/relationships…to the point of naivety). On the downside, her seeing potential for friendship in places and people that she lacks the tact/wisdom to interact with can go south real quick. Her brash audacity and careless bantering sometimes gets her and her real friends in a touch of trouble. A dark shade of caramel is how I would describe her skin. She had always been tallish AND stocky, too big for her age. “A bit girthy”, as her tactless father would always say, but now she was buff for some reason. All topped off with a massive, frizzy cloud of unkempt hair (when she initially wakes up from hibernation, at least) raining down and engulfing her pale green left eye, the stark contrast making it shine all the brighter. “Looks kinda like an Envy Zinnia blossom. A fresh one!” pops had once commented offhandedly. When she asked what that was, he just smiled in that irritating *pushes up glasses smugly* kinda way and said she should do the research herself. Her other eye was mechanical and still refusing to open as it’s system was still recovering from the cold, or it would’ve shone a bright golden hue straight through her dense, draping hair. She had specifically requested that her synthetic eye be golden, “cuz it would be badass!” The sterilized stasis maintenance jumpsuit she was wearing looked like something an actor from the 60’s would wear when pretending to be a futuristic cosmonaut. It was a light shade of sky blue, just like the dress of the character her father had demanded she be named after, Alice in Wonderland. She had always disliked Alice, commenting as a child “If it was me, I I I’d just beat up tha FAT-headed Queen and rule wondrousland maself!” with a harUMPH and crossed arms.

“A very Pan-esque thing to say.” Her mum would comment, smiling wryly.

That being taken into account, her favorite color was still sky blue. Thus, pops had colored her stasis suit that way, with a little Thor badge on her right shoulder and a Samurai fighting a Cowboy sticker on the left.

“…A few of my faaav-or-ite thiiings…” she whispered whimsically, continuing to hum the only song from Sound of Music she could ever remember. She stumbled about hazily, still adjusting to the dark laboratory/makeshift stasis chamber her father had built. She slowly realized her suit was way more tight-fitted than when she had went under, and her body felt waaaaaaaaay heavier. Bulkier. She looked down at her forearm and exclaimed,

“OH DAMN!” Pale eye bulging as she saw her now massive biceps stretching the material to its limits. It felt like each individual part of her she moved weighed twenty pounds more. She vaguely remembered her father describing some sort of rejuvenation oooor simulation process built into their pod’s functionality. “To keep us mentally and physically stimulated while we sleep” pops had said before she stopped listening all together, paying more attention to her PlayStation. Then she remembered.

Why she was the only one here.

Why she was alone.

Sven, her godfather and best friend, had murdered her dad.

Right in front of her.

Then he looked her dead in the eyes.

He had smiled as her father’s fresh blood still trickled down her horrified face.

Sven.

C.

English.

Just smiled and laughed.

The panic hit her full force then, bringing her to her knees.

Gameplay/Storyboard

The focuses would be developing Alice’s Evolution, gaining Archetypical Perks based on environmental and character interactions as well as plentiful resource gathering and an absurd number of crafting options.

* The overworld would function like a point and click adventure with Alice being able to highlight more or less objects/creatures based on how Observant her current Archetype is. When hovering over a highlighted object with the cursor, a translucent thought bubble will pop up above Alice’s head and a number of selectable options would appear inside. Combat could be called turn-based, where all engaged will decide their moves in advance. However, all choices made in the individuals’ decision phase will play out SIMULTANEOUSLY in the action phase. Example as follows:

Alice chooses to Attack with Fist (Bludgeon). When done with decision making, you simply wait for the other non-player decisions to be made. The Weakest Sewersauce also chooses to Attack, but with Spewed Blob (bludgeon)(ranged)(status). In the ensuing action phase, they both start to attack one another at the same time, but W. Sewersauce has higher action speed and it’s attack is ranged. This means it’s attack will hit Alice as she moves towards the W. Sewersauce and if her impact resistant is too low, SHE’LL HAVE TO BACKPEDAL *gasp*, ending her action prematurely so she won’t get to attack. All weapons combined with wielder strength have their own Stopping Power. Additionally, forward momentum decreases impact resistance, meaning Alice will be easier to pierce and ultimately take more damage.

ALTERNATIVELY

Alice chooses to React, planning a leftward dodge roll if the enemy attacks her. She has enough leftover Action Points to also plan Pick Up on nearby rock(object) and Attack with rock (bludgeon)(ranged). The Action Phase begins and the W. Sewersauce fires a Spewed Blob, which Alice successfully dodges. She also carries through with the rest of her planned counter, and since she is too far away for a melee with the rock, she’ll AUTOMATICALLY throw it at the target. With her ridiculous strength, the Weakest Sewersauce would not be able to resist impact and Die Immediately.

* AS YOU CAN SEE, planning ahead and awareness of Alice’s surroundings are the keys to victory in these combat engagements (but of course, it is possible to commit to the Barbaric Archetype, greatly increasing your impact resistance and allowing you to steamroll most normal opponents without much forethought at all).

* The overarching aesthetic of Neo Orleans is a bit intentionally confused, as there are a number of cultural and dimensional rifts forming in Orleans society when Alice arrives on scene. Overall, most of the surroundings would look like something out of the 20’s-50’s. The 20’s side of town would be the wealthier, Al’Terran side with more presence/reliance on magic in daily life. The 50’s side would be the “wrong side o’ the tracks”, tracing it’s origin to the Beastblooded Empire. More racially diverse and more technologically advanced, but also more ever present crime and more steeped in poverty (a large immigrant population from all different Realms on that side as well). The two sides would be divided by a literal wall down the middle of the city (yes. The Berlin Wall. Again), with tensions rising on both sides. Some examples of aesthetic…

There are MANY offworlders, though, and people/places/things from off world will have have their own unique styles and vibes. There would be the occasional medieval knight walking right next to a cyberish/steamish punkish goth. An alien tentacular beast floating right next to a wooden ship, itself flying about on magical, fluffy wings. A Norse mead hall right next to an Art Deco style skyscraper. Neo Orleans is meant to be chaotic and unpredictable, a character in and of itself.

Crafting-

All objects in game should be fusion capable, with at least one other basic or complex object.

The terrain, structures, objects (mostly everything) would be divided into invisible cubes that the objects exist inside. Every complex object in the environment, made up of basic objects, applies an impact resistance score to the invisible cube in which they reside. When the appropriate bludgeoning force is applied to trump this score, Alice will be able to theoretically Break pretty much anything and collect some of it’s core components.

[wroteclassicaly]

if you are still doing the st ship (im only on anon cause I'm putting my exact age). Im 25 she/her, and am demisexual. I have been bullied for not experiencing sexual attraction immediately before, but hey once I get to know you it happens (not to everyone of course). I am tall for a female (5'11") and a ton of guys are intimidated by that whilst I dont have a preference for height myself. I can be stubborn but i also am kind. Shy until you get to know me, unless no one is talking then I'll take charge. I've been told I'm a good leader before, but I get anxious about letting my team down.

Hm what else? I am blunt. I dont mean to hurt people's feelings but sometimes it can, i just say what's on my mind. Sometimes my mouth works faster then my brain. I've never been called mean tho! I wouldnt be surprised if I am at times haha. I am a nurse, which in my area has bad connotation because apparently a ton of bullies from high school went to be nurses. I just wanted to help people, idk why they did it. I love what I do but it can be emotionally and physically exhausting at times. I feed the stray cats now thst my neighbor who did passed away. They still don't fully trust me yet, but I've got 2/3 accepting pets now.

Ah! People in my area that were bullies have that same career! I at least hope they’re as kind as you seem to be?? Thanks for sending this in! ❤️

Your Stranger Things match is…

How you met…

Hellfire Club. You weren’t really into the game, but you kind of got roped into it when you were paired up with Gareth and he talked you into a meeting. Eddie wasn’t at all happy with this, but he soon grew to appreciate your gentle nature and Gareth’s wingman approach.

How your relationship is…

Eddie admires your strength, but is also there when you’re shy, helping be the voice when you can’t be, and your comfort when you do stand up. The way you were so accepting and patient of the walls he built up — he’ll forever admire that about you! And feeding the stray cats? That’s something you can both do together (that man feeds them all at the trailer park).

The future of your relationship…

You’ve just adopted a cat together. Things are going pretty good, I’d say.

Kristen’s ST Ship Game

[homo-erotic-nerd]

Attack on Titan SFW Romantic HQs

Armin Arlert

Attack on Titan isn’t the first series which comes to mind when I think of ‘Wholesome’. However, I shall take it upon myself to relay some general romantic head-canons involving some of AOT’s characters! This effeminate-looking blonde is obviously among the kinder members of the AOT cast. (Let us ignore the fact that he destroyed an entire port, killing an inconceivable number of innocents, children included.) …Anyways! If we put all that aside and fixate on his usually soft and innocent nature, there’s actually quite a lot of potential regarding fluffy head-canons for our lovely and cute island devil!!

For one, I believe that Armin would never ask go out of his way to approach and ask out someone which he has a crush on. He’s simply be too anxious to ever consider doing such a thing, even if Mikasa or Eren attempted to push him into doing it. Often times, the token of his affection would observe and notice how the cute boy blushes when they’re around, yet says nothing. He probably often engages in that glance and look away thing. (Look at your crush, they look at you, you swiftly turn away!)

In general, Armin strikes me as the blushy type, as he’d grow flustered and embarrassed quite easily. He often gets lost within his own head. That big brain of his likely fixated on the hundreds of things that could go wrong if he were to confess to someone he’s into. Mister Arlert would think things such as ‘What if he/she says no?? That’d likely make things awkward from now on…’ Sometimes when he blushes, Armin. shuts his eyes, squeezing them as tightly as possible. Along with the blushing and closed eyes, he occasionally allows an adorable, embarrassed whine to escape himself.

I imagine that handholding is among the things which flusters Armin. His palms would likely become all sweaty. This only serves to further up his anxiousness. Armin enjoys his head being patted, and cheek kisses. Receiving pre-time skip, giving during post. He certainly gained some confidence after the time-skip, but most of the aforementioned behaviors probably wouldn’t change! He’s still an innocent shy boy at heart.

Connie Springer

Connie is.. canonically a bit stranger and more outgoing than Armin. In fact, I’d like to think that Connie is the type to specifically show off when his crush is around. The literal opposite of Arlert!

Picture a cute girl/guy (AKA you, the reader??) walking into the scout regiment’s mess hall. Jean and Connie both begin eyeing this individual. ‘She/he’s pretty cute..’ Jean remarks. Following this, Connie would be quick to make the first move, bragging about how many Titans he’s killed, or something else a tad bit unusual.

Connie has no qualms with throwing others under the metaphorical bus in order to get the upper hand and appear cool around his crush. He’d belittle all of his friends and laugh extremely loudly at his own jokes/insults. Anything to make everyone else comparatively look bad.

The short-haired scout has his sense of masculinity, and probably stands in front of his partner and holds a protective arm in front of them whenever there is perceived danger near.

Connie’s favorite form of affection is classic kiss on the lips. He’s seldom able to sit still long enough for hand-holding. The kid is too wild! Being the.. Sorta comic relief..? Of the main cast, it only makes sense for him to have such a goofy and frantic demeanor! Much like Sasha. RIP…

Jean Kirstein

Oh I’m so excited to write for the horse-face. There so much untapped potential with this man.

First off!! We saw him acting out around Mikasa, so it can be concluded that he’s a heavily flirtatious guy. Similarly to what I see in Connie, I believe that Jean is the type to go out of his way to perform in front of his desired lover. He would find just about anything to gloat over. After the timeskip, his flirting is likely less braggadocio and more sexual.

Jean is extremely protective over his partners. He’d carry them if their feet hurt, threaten anyone who insults his lover, and of course, hold open doors. He walks with one of his strong arms wrapped around his partner. That’s his favorite form of affection.

He most definitely brags about his partner to others. Some people don’t believe that he/she exists, which frustrates Jean and results in the young man threatening to murder a fellow scout.

Zoro ??

Looks like Zoro got lost again. So lost that he made it into an Attack on Titan post! Oh well, cannot be helped.

People express love in all sorts of different ways. Zoro isn’t the directly affectionate type and struggles with romantics. More specifically, his face often turns red in response to hand holding, flirting, or pretty much any way one could come on to him.

He’d go head over heels for a partner who’d train with him. He’d get a kick out of easily defeating his lover in sword fights, just as Kuina once did to him. Of course, the swords would actually be made out of bamboo. Roronoa would not battle someone he loves using his actual deadly weapons.

He grows a lot more affectionate while drunk… And fortunately, Roronoa is drunk much of the time. While intoxicated, the moss head who’ll hug onto his partner, aggressively ruffle their hair, or even lay his head on their lap.

[zhongrin]

a hybrid’s instincts

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, (bonus) platonic!diona

◇ tags ◇ pregnancy, afab!reader, dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ what's that? will i ever stop pushing the dragon!zhongli agenda? hahahahahahahhahahhaha hhahaha ha ha- no.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

oh? what's this? it seems like your pregnancy triggered something in these men. their more… "animal side", perhaps?

ever since baizhu’s confirmation - actually, even weeks before that - zhongli has been very reluctant to let you wander out of the house. or even out of his sight, in general (which is quite strange since with his enhanced dragon senses you know he’s able to locate you within the house with no problems at all).

at night, you sometimes wake up to him in his dragon form. sometimes it’s his compact form nuzzling and he's purring near your stomach, sometimes it’s his half-dragon form where he’ll place his head beside your stomach with his tail curling around you protectively. it doesn’t matter whether you’re already showing or not; your heartbeat and the little hatchling’s brings him a sense of comfort that he needs, lest he becomes restless.

his nesting behavior is out of control. he’ll bring you all the pillows and blankets, surround you with the nicest smelling flowers, make you always wear his shirt, and he’ll bring anything you want to the bed so you don’t have to leave the nest. the further you are into your pregnancy, the more reluctant he is to leave you alone. he ends up taking that paternal leave hu tao has been telling him to get. bless her.

gorou is just as excited as he’s alerted. kokomi will have to force her best general to take a temporary leave from the army throughout your pregnancy because he’s so jumpy and sensitive to literally everything and his behavior is making all of the soldiers anxious.

gorou insists that you take a walk with him every day; just something light around the block to keep you from feeling lethargic. he’s also developed a habit to sniff everything that will touch your hand. yes, that includes your supposedly harmless change of clothes. it’s not ridiculous in his opinion! it’s a necessary precaution!!

will snarl when a stranger approaches you and tries to touch you in any way, even if it’s just a friendly gesture. he would be so embarrassed and apologetic about it afterward, but only once you’re at the safe haven of your house.

are you a forest ranger? an adventurer? does your profession require you to venture into the wilderness? welp, say goodbye to your job for the time being, because there is no way in any cycles of samsara tighnari would let you go into the dangers outside while you’re carrying his pups.

walking arm-in-arm whenever you're out and about is a must these days. whenever a villager congratulates you, you can sense his hold tightening despite the polite smile on his lips. if it was up to his instinct, he wouldn’t have let you get out of the house, but rationally he knows you need to move around and breathe in the fresh air.

though you still won’t be exempt from your beloved’s sassiness (”you want me to get you coffee…? do you think i’m an idiot?”) as long as what you ask for doesn’t harm you, he’s at your every beck and calls now, no question asked. you’re craving for collei’s specialized pita pockets? he’ll learn the damn recipe from collei herself and serve it on your favorite plate the next day. you want to be carried everywhere? good thing he’s got the physique fitting for the head of the forest rangers. you want ten kisses a day? say no more; he’ll give you thirty.

[bonus - platonic]

at first, diona seems super indifferent about it, only reacting with a ‘hmph… congrats, i guess’, but her actions speak louder than words. you know how cats tend to hover around pregnant women and even lay themselves near their bulging bellies? that's right.

no, you will not be having alcohol. no, your spouse will not be having alcohol. no, all the people within five hundred meters radius from you will not be having any single drop of alcohol. she won't allow those boozehounds to get close to you.

she’s so amazed at how your stomach keeps growing bigger every time you visit her. when you give her your permission, she’ll curiously poke and stare at your bump. her hand will gently pat your tummy as she unconsciously smiles. she starts to seek you out more often after that, telling you that she’s just there in case you need help, but you know she’s just worried about you. she would be such a good big sister to your baby!

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

◇ taglist ◇ @thestarsofenkanomiya | @genshinparty | @abyssmal-skies | @hamdehlesmis | @depressivecomforts | @sophiethewitch1 | @why-am-i-here-someone-save-me | @sunnshineflxwer | @heartonthemoon | @yuutasbabe | @percyval-archives | @carbs-need-more-love | @rebeccka | @queen-belial | @stygianoir | @niverine | @silentmoths | @niktwazny303 | @dustofthedailylife | @herdrops | @clovcly | @marina-and-the-memes | @angryhope | @mixed-kester | @shuangxo | @fiannee | @lordbugs | @anonymousficreader | @shizunxie | @ladylofspades

[milkistay]

by your side — lmh

synopsis. sometimes birthday celebrations can make an introvert like yourself a bit anxious. luckily, minho is there for you, all the time.

pairing. bf!minho x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.2k

request. yes

you can’t blame chan. one of his admirable traits was how he seemed to naturally make friends, sweeping through crowds of strangers and turning them all into acquaintances. it was part of his extroverted charm. his favorite birthday parties always involved a huge crowd of the friends he’d collected over the years. so, of course, as your own birthday was approaching, his first suggestion was a big party. you can’t blame him.

but you weren’t chan. with your introverted nature, you didn’t get the same buzz he did when surrounded by people—strangers, friends, whoever. as he paced the kitchen, excitedly rambling about his plans for your birthday party, you couldn’t help but feel on edge.

“honestly, it’s gonna be so much fun,” he insisted. “we’ll invite the members, your friends—i can even invite some of my friends! there are some people who i think you’d really like if you met them. it’ll be really cool.”

from the dining table where you and minho finished up some takeout, you turned your gaze directly to the tteokbokki in front of you and away from chan. you poked at the rice cakes with your chopsticks as he continued talking. you didn’t want to crush his excitement—to tell him you’d much rather just spend a chill day with minho and the other members—but it was true. just the thought of having to be around all those people began freaking you out. 

from the dining table where you and minho finished up some takeout, you turned your gaze directly to the tteokbokki in front of you and away from chan. you poked at the rice cakes with your chopsticks as he continued talking. you didn’t want to crush his excitement—to tell him you’d much rather just spend a chill day with minho and the other members—but it was true. just the thought of having to be around all those people began freaking you out. 

from the corner of your eye, you saw minho looking at you and you wondered if you were being too quiet. so you smiled up at chan.

from the corner of your eye, you saw minho looking at you and you wondered if you were being too quiet. so you smiled up at chan.

from the corner of your eye, you saw minho looking at you and you wondered if you were being too quiet. so you smiled up at chan.

“sounds good,” you said.

chan grinned back. “great!”

you finished the rest of your dinner without saying much. you thought your true feelings had fled under the radar, until—when chan headed to the studio and left you and minho alone to clean up the dishes—minho turned to you.

“you hate it, don’t you?” he asked.

“huh? hate what?”

“the birthday party chan’s planning for you.” 

you bit down on your lip, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “no, it’s fine. it should be fine.”

minho chuckled and shook his head slightly. “sometimes you underestimate how much i know you.”

you sighed. “okay, fine. maybe it’s not my favorite thing but it should be fine. i’ll be fine. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“it’s your birthday, you know. you can do whatever you want.”

“but he’s so excited,” you said. “and i will be fine, okay?”

he crossed his arms over his chest and took a moment to think. “how about this: you and me celebrate your birthday for the day—just the two of us—and then go to whatever party chan wants to host and stay in the corner and talk the whole night. how’s that sound?”

you smiled. “you’re too kind to me.”

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to your head. “only cause i love you.”

you didn’t know exactly what minho had in mind for your birthday and, honestly, you had almost forgotten about your conversation entirely. that was until, on your birthday morning, as you gently stirred awake, you found a confetti-filled balloon tied to your bedpost. you could barely process it before you picked up on the ridiculously-enticing breakfast smell coming from the kitchen. when you walked out of the bedroom, hair messy and in one of minho’s hoodies, rubbing your eyes groggily, minho—who had been setting out two plates and utensils on the table—greeted you with a grin.

“good morning,” he said, rushing over to kiss you and pull you into a hug. “happy birthday.”

“cute balloon,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“yeah, thought it was nice.” he pulled away and carefully cupped your face and swiped his thumbs across your cheeks perhaps in an attempt to wake you up a bit. “wanna eat? i made your favorite.”

after your breakfast spent sharing laughter and still-sleepy conversations, minho took you out to the park. together, you watched small kids cruise by on their first bikes as parents trailed behind them and ducks dip their heads into the glistening pond water. with your hand in his, you split a pastry on a park bench as you talked about the passage of time and minho doted on you just a bit more than usual. honestly, your cheeks felt sore by how much you were smiling.

chan’s party approached soon enough and, though you had spent the whole day in bliss with enough forehead kisses to last you until your next birthday, you couldn’t shake the familiar anxious feeling that always preluded social events as you were getting ready. you clasped a necklace around your neck, letting out consciously-steady breaths in a self-soothing effort. you checked the time—you had to leave soon to make it on time.

“minho?” you called out from your room to him in the living room, where he was waiting for you to finish. “min, are you ready?”

without a response, you called out his name again. nothing.

“minho?” you asked once more, opening the door to the living room.

minho, who was hunched over something on the dining room, was too focused to look at you.

“wait!” he said. “close your eyes.”

“huh?”

“just do it, trust me.”

you complied. you could hear him making small noises of satisfaction as he moved about the room, turned off the lights, and approached you.

“here, give me your hand.”

he led you to the dining table with one hand holding yours and the other on the small of your back, moving slowly enough to ensure your safety. he positioned you where he needed you.

“okay, open,” he instructed.

you opened your eyes to a small, intricately-frosted cake holding lit candles that illuminated the dark room with a warm glow. on the cake read “happy birthday” with a small icing heart at the end of the phrase.

“happy birthday, love,” he said. “make a wish.”

you were almost too touched to do a thing. “minho…” you said.

“it’s your favorite flavor, i managed to pick it up before you woke up. quick, make a wish,” he encouraged, rubbing your back.

with a smile on your face, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips together, making a silent wish in your mind: let him stay with me forever.

you blew the candles out in one breath and plunged the both of you into darkness as minho offered gentle applause. he kissed your cheek.

“nice,” he said.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. you pulled away and kissed both of his cheeks.

“i love you,” you said. “thank you.”

“of course,” he replied. “i love you, too.”

the two of you shared a quick slice that you ended up making you late for the party but it didn’t matter too much since you were giggling with fondness the whole car ride there. minho kept his promise and stayed by your side the whole night in the corner of the party, leaving only to refill your drinks. and at the end of the night, when chan brought out the cake he bought for you and had all the guests sing a sloppy chorus of the happy birthday song for you, it wasn’t too nerve-wracking when you could look out to the crowd and spot minho between a loud, drunk jisung and smiley, giddy felix and feel instantly comforted by his gaze.

it was the best birthday ever. you couldn’t wait to spend every future one with minho.