#and i think i had apprehensions bc of the effects already used in the show and i still

[milfbrainrot]

gonna :)) probably have to rewatch arcane to make an edit i rly wanna make

[vilevampirez]

long list of funny things abt my experience doing emote commissions for mike

first of all I wasn't expecting to get commissioned at all (my commissions weren't even open, I just made an exception for mike) let alone by MIKETHELINK of all fucking people, so I had nothing prepared. I had no portfolio, commission sheet, nothing. I had never made any twitch emotes, so I had no examples to show either. meaning that when barbmine showed up in my dms asking if I took emote commissions, first I lost my fucking shit, then I panicked and rushed to find the most recent emote-like illustrations I had, including animation, and the most recent animation I had on hand happened to be a viewtiful joe one lmao. the animation in question 👇

(the usernames on the watermark aren't even accurate anymore..)

I have some experience taking commissions but they'd always been for friends of mine, this was my first time getting commissioned by a real "client" and the client was fucking mikethelink tazercraft of all fucking people . I know he "found" me through Mine, she sent me a dm first asking for commission info, saying she would show it to mike later. the thing is that when she said that she also implied that she was in touch with other artists too, so I was like "oh ok I'll send my stuff but I probably won't get chosen lol" and then a few hours later I got two twitter notifs, one saying that mr. thelink tazercraft was now following me and another was his DM. to say I almost had a heart attack would be an understatement

later I found out Mine had made a tweet asking for artists to reach out/people to rec artists for mike's twitch emotes. that post had around 40 comments. many people had been recommended more than once. I wasn't mentioned by anyone once, and in fact, I had no fucking idea that post even EXISTED until way after the fact. I have no idea how I ended up getting this job

mike happened to contact me on a day where I was severely sleep deprived. our entire business conversation took place while I was half-panicking, half-almost-passing-out. I don't know how I survived

at many points during our conversation I gave a lot of leeway for mike to give up on commissioning me, implying multiple times that he would be better off commissioning a different artist. and it's not because I lacked confidence (though a bit of that too, of course), but because of my lack of experience. I was very open about that to him, so many times I expected him to second guess his decision to commission me. unexpectedly, he was really insistent. I think partially he didn't want to go through the trouble of finding and contacting a different artist, but also I guess he just liked my art that much (??!?)

I definitely undercharged him lol. it's not that I don't value my work, it's just that I was absolutely not prepared for any of this shit to happen and didn't have enough time to think

I use adobe after effects for animating mike's emotes. I already knew how to animate (though I had never animated anything big), but I had never used after effects before. I even told mike this before accepting the commission, but he just said it was easy and I could totally do it, and I was just like "fucking hell. fine". and look, I know my limits, I knew I'd be able to learn after effects with relative ease. if I thought it'be too much for me to handle, I wouldn't have accepted the commission. it just that to this day I'm still shocked that mike commissioned an artist who HAD NEVER USED THE TOOL NECESSARY FOR THE COMMISSION HE WANTED.

due to the point above I was pretty apprehensive about animating the emotes, but now I'm glad I got this opportunity bc it reignited my passion for animation that had been dwindling for a long time and I've been learning a lot while working. also with every new emote I figure out how to use a different feature of after effects and it makes the job a little bit easier

before giving my payment information I came out to him to avoid confusion with my legal name being different from the name on my socials. he was very chill about it and always used the right name and pronouns for me whenever he mentions me on stream

fun fact: I was reached out to by another big (brazilian, not in qsmp) youtuber for a commission but I had to refuse because I had too much on my plate already (still do..)

my favorite emotes are the devil one and the nerd one

I made his twitch avatar and banner too! I'm really proud of the avatar. the banner was absolute hell

I'm a lurker (and nowadays a vod watcher since I've been busy w/ uni work) but I do watch every single one of mike's streams, so just know that I'm always seeing you guys use the emotes :3

[maygrcnt]

okay so I’ve really been thinking about tommy calling buck evan (irrationally thinking about it idk why it’s bothering me) bc why are they doing that? there has to be a reason bc I’d say all his past love interests have called him buck with maybe the odd evan thrown in there when the moment is serious. and technically we don’t get to see tommy and buck’s first interaction on screen bc they’re already in the helicopter when we first see them. and I was thinking chim would’ve obviously introduced eddie and buck to tommy and I would guess he would’ve said “hey this is eddie and this is buck” since that’s what they go by. like he wouldn’t use their government names lool. and then through out the helicopter journey everyone only referred to buck as buck so tommy know’s everyone calls him buck. like at this point does he even know his real name? I would guess not since everyone’s calling him buck. and then I was thinking when buck called tommy to set up the tour he most definitely introduced himself as “buck” since again, everyone was referring to him as “buck” on the helicopter. UNLESS buck said “hey Tommy it’s Evan Buckley - buck from the helipcopter…” BUT even then, it just doesn’t make sense why he’s calling him evan. like when eddie comes to the hangar, eddie calls him “buck” but again, they make it a point to have tommy call him Evan even after that. and they do this all the way through out the episode even though everyone else is calling him buck in the same moments!!! so why is tommy insisting on using his government name?! like ik he called chim “howie” but that makes sense since tommy knew chim as howie but with buck, he met him as buck!!! not as evan !! AND he’s calling Eddie “Eddie” and not edmundo so it’s clearly not that he doesn’t like nicknames Lmao. AND also, I find it weird that buck doesn’t correct him? like I dunno I just feel like he would? he’s corrected his parents in the past and when chim called him evan that one time he was like ???? and again, I understand he’s a love interest but his past LI’s didn’t even call him evan like that yet they had tommy drop evan like 50 times and for what??? has to be something right? I’m trying to think what exactly is could be but my best guess is the name thing will come up on the date or at some point and buck will tell tommy the origin of “buck” and why he isn’t called evan commonly and then maybe tommy will switch to buck?? Or maybe buck with let him call him evan ??? Idk but yeah the Evan thing has been keeping me up at night LOL pls help

big fan of how you went on such a journey there and didnt come to a conclusion because relatble. heres where my head is at personally and stick with me because im gonna start in a strange place

so this show isnt a stranger to name symbolism, natalia literally means birth or rebirth. so buck dating the girl whos name means fresh start after he DIES makes sense, but in a sort of insane irony way i think the death of that relationship was actually supoosed to be the "rebirth" in a sense

and since hes being given this "clean slate" (to throw us back to the last breakup because bucktaylor breakup is literally one of my fav scenes ever) theyre starting us off in a territory we've never been in by showing us through the most prominent symbolism possible. this one seems different because it IS different, and heres one thing this LI is doing that no other LI did, just to prove it.

I do think the other effect of this choice though is that is DOES make us uncomfortable. thats not a name that gets thrown around lightly so to hear it roll off someones tongue like its an everyday occurance rightfully makes us a little apprehensive. I think it could be a clever storytelling technique so as to say this is something that seems looks and feels really good on the surface, but they are throwing in that one little element that provides us with a little unease so that we dont get too comfortable sitting here.

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Beidou & Ningguang / Courting Darling.

Warnings: Stalking, implied blackmail, kidnapping, and gaslighting. Note: this is a bit of an amalgamation from different asks i’ve gotten, put into one thing bc i thirst for these six characters so hard .

Childe:

“What’s life without a little adventure? You can stand to miss work for a day or two, it’ll still be there waiting for you when we get back. People have even gone so far as to say I’m an absolute joy to be around. You want to know who said that? Sorry, that source is staying a secret.” 

Childe is an erratic whirlwind of highs and lows. You never know what to expect from him, and he likes it that way, always keeping you on your toes. He doesn’t bother with having his friendliness appear genuine. If you want to doubt his goodwill, then so be it, he won’t stop you. It just makes it all the more interesting to keep you around should you be wary of his presence. 

He doesn’t care for the traditional conventions surrounding romance. It isn’t his thing, and he’s used to being considered the odd one out of every crowd, so why stop now? Childe doesn’t tone down any aspects of his bloodthirsty personality in your presence. It’s difficult to tell how serious he’s being since most of it takes the form of jokes or other lighthearted jests. In his mind, the fact he’s even spending so much time with you should make it obvious he’s interested. Whether that’s good or not. 

You’re going to be dragged all over the place. Childe’s stamina is seemingly an infinite well, as he takes you from activity to activity. By the end of the day, you’ll be exhausted. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take no for an answer, weaseling his way into your schedule despite your protests. Childe is particularly fond of getting into situations where a fight is inevitable, purposefully taking you to areas with monsters to show off his combat prowess. 

“Did you get a look at that, [First]? Aha, I haven’t had this much fun in ages! You already want to head back? Hm, I don’t know, the night is still young. Stop dragging your feet or I might just have to carry you. Not that I’m complaining, should that be the outcome. It’s up to you. Oh! Now that’s the spirit! I’ll try not to be hurt by how fast you’re moving now.” 

Diluc: 

“Ah, [First], I take it you’re doing well. I couldn’t help but notice you eyeing this book at the market earlier. I’ve had a copy of it for ages, but with how busy things are, rarely do I have time to read. I’d be appreciative should you accept this and give it a better home.” 

Diluc is self-assured in many areas of his life, romance is not one of them. He knows how to carry himself in the company of businessmen, staying polite and vigilant, but this rigid method doesn’t work in his favor when it comes to wooing you. To soften the blow on his side, Diluc tells himself that it was never about a relationship anyway. That his main priority was and will always be to ensure your safety. He tells himself this, but... isn’t sure if he really believes it. 

He’s a perfect example of pining from afar. Subconsciously, he’ll drift towards areas you tend to linger around, hoping to spot you amidst the bustling crowds. Each time he tells himself that this’ll finally be the time he approaches you. The opportunity is set before him, waiting to be taken advantage of, but he rarely follows through with his desire. 

It frustrates Diluc to no end how easily others flock to you. He’ll stand there, still as a statue, eyes boring into whatever pest currently holds your attention. This would be the push to finally send him your way. It’s a surprise to you both when Mondstadt’s wine tycoon materializes by your side, politely asking to speak in private. Truth be told, he just can’t stand the thought of another person holding your attention that isn’t him. 

“I apologize for my abruptness back there. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about for some time, and well... would you consider having dinner with me tonight? I’d appreciate your company.” 

Kaeya:

“It’s a funny thing, really. How we keep bumping into one another like this. Ah... that suspicious expression, it wounds me deep, sweetheart. When did you start looking at me like that, I wonder?” 

There’s no doubting Kaeya’s interest in you, from the first time he sauntered over to you and started a conversation. The problem you have is deciding how genuine his advances are. While Kaeya might not be the textbook definition of a heart-wrenching playboy, you’re familiar enough with the many rumors surrounding him to be wary. It doesn’t help that he’ll point this out to you when guessing the source of your apprehension. 

His methods are, oddly enough, effective. Kaeya balances the various aspects of seduction with ease. He reveals just enough about himself to draw out your attention, before focusing the conversation back onto you. You’ll never get to stop and realize how little you know about the man sitting in front of you, he makes certain of that.

Kaeya might hide certain aspects of himself, but his dubious morality is never concealed. He has you entirely wrapped around his finger, words validating his actions falling from his lips with the utmost ease; he’s a force to be reckoned with. You’ll start a conversation heated about something you’ve learned, only for it to end wondering why you were ever upset in the first place.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get all riled up over something like this. Don’t you trust me by now? When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? You need to take a look at the bigger picture. Hey, take a seat. I’ll sit here all night explaining to you if it’s necessary.” 

→[More underneath the cut].

Zhongli: 

“There must be something that I can assist you with. It may not look it, but I’m familiar with many fields of work, even obscure ones. Please allow me to lend a hand.” 

Zhongli, despite having been around for many centuries, is somewhat clueless in romantic pursuits. He’s aware of his fondness for you, but doesn’t know what to do with it. This leads him to becoming your shadow for some time. He focuses on what he knows best: observation and processing new information. Your every little movement will be analyzed and tuck into the back of his mind for later usage. 

Zhongli’s soft over the idea of you coming to rely on him for everything. He prides himself on his wealth of knowledge and work ethic, believing it a strong appeal, one that he puts on full display when you’re around. It’s not rare for you to overhear neighbors and friends speak highly about Zhongli. They’ll mention in passing how they were having difficulty with something, only for Zhongli to come around and help without asking for anything in return. 

This is exactly what he’s been hoping and waiting for. Zhongli has patience and sets himself up to be a desirable partner in your eyes, the efforts from his labor coming into fruition. Before you even speak to him for the first time, you’re likely to think highly of him, having heard all the ways he’s helped people close to you. Now that the stage is properly set, he’s ready to make his interest in you more evident. 

“I’ve heard a lot about you, [First]. Oh? You can say the same for me? Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations. I had just been on my way to Yanshang Teahouse, would you care to join me? My treat, of course.” 

Beidou: 

“You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced a voyage with my crew and I. I’ll set up a nice cabin just for you, how does that sound? Hm? Special treatment? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, lass.”  

Beidou’s attention is overwhelming and oftentimes dangerous. Traditional social conventions are nothing but a waste of time for her, meaning that common courtesy is disregarded in favor of always speaking her mind. Which might not be so bad if she wasn’t so amorous. Even the most oblivious person couldn’t miss Beidou’s overt favor towards you.

This reverent display of affection is only exacerbated when she’s drunk, face flushed and an arm swung tightly around your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees, who’s judging, or what gossip will be born from her actions. Beidou makes a point of showing everyone in the vicinity that even if you aren’t officially partners yet, a claim has been staked on you. 

Whether it be coercion or some other unsightly method, Beidou is intent on bringing you on her ship at least once. Or that’s how she initially phrased it to you. Imagine your surprise, that when you finally caved so she’d drop the subject, her crew was untying the ropes keeping the boat at port. 

“The fun’s just getting started, you haven’t seen anything yet. Don’t get all teary-eyed yet, sweetheart, I know you’ll come around. This’ll be a story sung by sailors for generations to come.”

Ningguang:

“If I’m being honest, not many are given the opportunity to speak to me outside of business-related ventures. I never thought I’d find it this... pleasant. I hope you’ll continue to entertain me as you do now.” 

Ningguang starts off her wooing in a subtle, almost coquettish manner. She is confident in her charm and brilliance. Not many have been gifted in the art of conversation to the same extent Ningguang has, her silver tongue paired with quick intellect making it difficult for you to escape. She’ll corner you verbally without you even noticing it. 

Ningguang finds amusement in how you stumble over your words, pure of heart and not chained down by special interests. Your forthright but considerate demeanor intoxicates her. She’s used to people cowering in her presence or trying too hard to pursue their goals. You might even earn a rare compliment or two, disguised as politeness, that doesn’t register for hours. 

She is a lady of fine taste. The sky’s the limit when it comes to her wealth, which is unrivaled throughout Tevyat, and you’ll be quick to notice this. Ningguang is most partial to sending you traditional Liyue adornments, believing the rich culture behind each piece suits your beauty. She’s also fond of the fact that when you wear her gifts, everyone in the vicinity will know it’s from her, due to its extraordinarily high cost. 

“Do you like my latest gift, little dove? It was made custom with you in mind, an unrivaled display of craftmanship, if I may add. Wear this and carry me with you... always.” 

[sunder-soul]

first of all your work is AMAZING- like damn that smut? 👀 but anyway- i’ve had this concept for awhile imagine that reader was the one who made the design for the dark mark for tom riddle? like y/n is an artist and likes to draw, paint, all that jazz, and she saw the symbol in like her dreams or something and decided to draw it. and then tommy boy sees it and takes a liking to it like, “...i could use that-“ i don’t if this is a weird ask or not but i thought it was interesting. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So this has been in my inbox for so long bc I just couldn’t crack how I wanted to tackle it and then yesterday BOOM I had an idea so here I am!! Hope you enjoy  💖

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

Consume

Summary: Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: none.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You’ve heard of the domino effect before, but never has it been so grimly demonstrated to you than in that exact moment standing in front of the entire Divination classroom with the only spare seat left opposite Tom bloody Riddle.

It started (or at least, as far as you can tell) an entire week earlier when you’d walked in on Ophelia Greengrass sobbing in the fourth-floor girl’s bathroom during second period. Up until then you’d not spoken more than half a dozen words to Ophelia across your entire time at Hogwarts, but it had felt wrong not to say anything – and as it turned out, Ophelia had been in dire need of someone saying something to her. She’d been dating Lestrange for a little over three months and by the sounds of it things were not going well.

So of course you’d comforted her as best you could but it was hardly surprising when she tentatively approached again you the next day, and the next, and the next, and then every single day for an entire week there had been a new horror story until yesterday you’d finally had enough and told her that she should break up with him.

That, of course, was why he’d confronted you in the corridor that morning on the way to Charms, angrily accusing you of losing him his girlfriend. And that was why you and Lestrange had been caught by Peeves with a watering can full of Bulbadox juice brandished gleefully in his spindly hands.

Which was how you both ended up in the hospital wing for the entirety of first period, Lestrange with boils all over his face and down his back, and you with them on your hands from where you’d managed to shield yourself.

You’d left Lestrange behind complaining loudly as the matron peeled back his school shirt, sprinting all the way up to the Divination tower at breakneck speed, throwing the trapdoor to the classroom open and scrambling inside, the trapdoor falling shut behind you, the very final domino.

“Sorry I’m late, Professor,” you gasp as you spin around to face her. “Peeves caught me and Lestrange!”

The class snickers.

“That’s quite alright, quite alright…” Cassandra Trelawney says, deep and ringing, “we have not yet started, take a seat with Mr Riddle and we shall begin…”

You freeze. Riddle…?

That’s when it hits you.

Lestrange always sat with Riddle in Divination.

And you’re so late that everyone else already has partners.

You turn to see Tom Riddle sitting at the back of the room looking at you with a polite but blank expression on his face. The class giggles again. The vast majority of Hogwarts students are at least somewhat in love with Riddle – beautiful, intelligent, polite Riddle, orphaned and poor but refined and successful. Better yet he barely speaks to anyone, leaving a lot of empty space of endless possibility for people to fill in with their personal daydreams.

He scares you.

Those horrible boys that hang around him remind you of flies hanging around rotting meat. And if they’re the flies, that makes Riddle…

You grit your teeth and step forward, weaving between the other tables and snickering students to take your seat, dropping your bag to the floor and eyeing the tea set on the small table apprehensively.

“Begin your readings!” Trelawney calls.

You frown and turn to Riddle questioningly. “We’re doing tea leaves?”

“Tasseography,” he corrects smoothly, leaning forward and picking up the burnished copper pot with one hand and pouring steaming tea into the little china cup in front of him.

You blink at him silently. There’s something manufactured about his face that you can’t put your finger on.

“Shall I go first or would you like to?” Riddle asks casually, pouring you a cup, too.

“I don’t mind,” you mumble, looking away.

Riddle sets the pot down and picks up his cup in long, elegant fingers, lifting it to his lips. “The instructions are on page seventy-nine,” he says after taking a sip, looking around the room disinterestedly.

You pull out your book and find the right chapter and scan the first few paragraphs as Riddle finishes his tea, sipping absently at your own, and by the time he finally hands you his cup your heart rate has finally returned to normal from running up eight flights of stairs.

“You have a scattered-type formation,” you say, checking it against the diagram on your page, “and it’s north-west oriented.”

“Mhmm,” Riddle says noncommittedly, his dark eyes level on the parchment before him as he takes notes.

You lean forward over Riddle’s cup and frown as you compare it to the pictures in the book. “That looks like shepherd’s crook,” you say, pointing to a cluster shaped like a pinched hook, “which means… either the responsibility to protect, or the exertion of power and authority over a group of people.”

Riddle scoffs very lightly, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he continues to write.

Something about it had clearly struck a chord with him, but you pointedly train your eyes back on your book. “Oh,” you frown, checking his cup again. “Or it’s the old glyph for seven.”

Riddle stops writing. You look up curiously at the sudden lack of his quill scratching evenly on his parchment to find him perfectly still, his eyes on your face. “Seven?” he repeats, tone distinct.

You nod and push your book around to show him. “The number seven used to be drawn like that, too.”

Riddle’s eyes drop to the page and linger there for a moment before he resumes taking his notes – though his expression is much more preoccupied than before.

But something in Riddle’s cup has caught your eye. Beside the shepherd’s crook/number seven is a lump of tea leaves so distinct in form that it’s almost comical – the round of the cranium, the square of a mandible, and gaps in the leaves to indicate two eye sockets.

“Oh,” you say in surprise, pulling your book back around. “Wow, that’s pretty clearly a…”

You trail off, frowning. You’ve noticed the tea leaves below it, the long twisting trail that leads directly into the skull’s mouth. A cold, creeping feeling is curling in your stomach as something about the image before you seems to move, you can almost see the thing writhing, it almost looks like a…

“How are we going?” Trelawney asks, suddenly right beside you.

You jump, looking up at her in panic. “Fine,” you say quickly.

She lifts her brows, assessing you thoughtfully. “Hmm,” she says, before glancing at Riddle. “And you?”

“Fine,” Riddle echoes smoothly. But he’s not looking at Trelawney.

He’s looking at you.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

The image worms into your thoughts like a deep root, twisting into places you don’t expect to find it and spreading itself out more and more. The dreams are first, and then the nightmares, and finally the night terrors. The skull hovers before you, its pitch, hollow eyes bore into you, the snake coiling endlessly with its fangs yawning wide.

Something about it is cold and evil, some sort of strange perversion of an ouroboros, the eternal snake broken by the skull’s mouth.

Consuming it.

“What is that?”

Your head snaps up from your parchment feeling like you’ve just been jolted awake from a deep sleep, and it takes you a second to process the sight of Tom Riddle before you, his eyes fixed attentively on the parchment strewn on top of the essay you’re supposed to be writing.

He’d caught you drawing it for the hundredth time.

“Nothing,” you say hastily, sliding it away under a book. “Just a doodle.”

Riddle’s eyes flick to yours. There’s a cold rigidity to his expression that you don’t like. It’s a coldness that feels horribly familiar.

For a moment you almost think he’s going to force you to show him, but after a long moment Riddle looks away and he’s gone, disappearing off further into the library. You exhale in relief and pull out the parchment again.

Drawing it made the thoughts go away for a bit, like manifesting the horrible thing distracted it from its need to live in your head. You lift your quill and carefully write a single word next to the skull.

Consume.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

The parchment goes missing the next day.

You never prove that he took it, never even mention it to him, but Riddle’s eyes have a cold glimmer to them when he catches your eye in Divination next, the smallest curl to his lips like he’s daring you to bring it up.

The dreams abruptly stop.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

When you see it next, it’s in a photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet beneath a terrified headline, a spectre hovering just like it had in your nightmares at school years prior. Except this time it’s real. This time it’s above the burning remains of the family home of a prominent Muggle-born politician and Voldemort’s name is a shadow on everyone’s lips.

You stare at it on the page, the snake writhing in ink, the black, hollow eyes of the skull, and you think about Tom Riddle’s cold smile watching you from across the classroom, his manufactured beauty, the boys that hung around him like flies around rotten meat.

He’s named it the Dark Mark.

[wannabecatwriter]

All the story asks not asked by others, please and thank you :)

😁Coming right through!

1. what’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

2. describe your story in three words or less

For Chronicles: Second Chances, Life.

For Witchy Days: Family, Magic, Love

3. describe (insert character here) in three words or less

I'll pick Anna and Jasper.

Anna: Emotional, Apprehensive, Artistic

Jasper: Fixer, Caring, Solid

4. how did you choose the name of your story?

For this one, it was pretty obvious. Anna is the sort of person who always expects something bad to happen. For Witchy Days, I needed a new name, since the story was no longer going to be focused on Barron and Sylvia.

Rest under cut.

5. how do you choose your characters’ names?

They are usually named after other fictional characters, or if I just like the name. Other times you just see a sim/person and think, "they're an Anna or a Rachel."

6. how long have you been working on your story for?

Witchy Days, with the BC has been around since 2017. Chronicles started in 2020, a little before the pandemic started. But other stories on this blog have been around since way before that, more like 2015.

8. what about your story are you proud of?

That sometimes, a character is going to have an arc I didn't initially even think of for them. Which is, I suppose, also an arc for me.

9. what about your story are you looking to improve on?

Dialogue!!! Not going to lie, I always feel like the dialogue doesn't flow smoothly for me.

10. is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? is there a definitive end?

Chronicles is mostly planned out. I'm still ironing out some kinks, but the reason I started working on it was that I already knew where things were going. It does have a definitive end, but knowing my schedule and how often I flip around, I'm not sure how long it'll take me to get there. Witchy Days is still full of some questions and I'm thinking of it going on for a bit more.

11. why have you decided to tell this story? are there any messages or meanings within it?

I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I sort of had a dream about the main couple of Chronicles. Didn't know their exact appearance and all, but I sort of knew their vibe. And I wanted to tell about them. I think it's a story about accepting that bad things can happen in life - and about moving forward anyways.

12. do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?

I play a little bit. It's hard for me to make new sims without giving them stories, though.

16. what about the process do you enjoy?

Seeing my characters and their lives come to life.

17. what about the process do you hate?

The technical aspect of it. Getting the game to cooperate can be a drag.

18. choose a song that reminds you of your story.

I already mentioned that Inseparables by Zaz and Pablo Alboran reminded me of Anna and Jasper. So does Kiesza's Crave.

19. choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here)

Stars by Sixx AM is Polina and Atherton's song from Witchy Days.

21. choose your least favorite shot so far.

This one came out very underwhelming, because I couldn't really pose him once he was in the water.

22. choose a favorite character from your story so far.

From Chronicles: I love Demarcus and Candace. Kevin too. They're a fun bunch and I'd love to chill with them, if they had been real.

From Witchy Days: I feel like Sylvia and Terra would both be really cool to spend some time with.

23. choose your least favorite character so far.

From Chronicles: Josie, Kevin's ex. She's really something, and not in a good way. Also, even though he played such a big part in Anna's life and she loved him, Rudy, big time. Why? If he had made her aware of some things about himself earlier, his former drug addiction, for starters, I think that whole mess could've been avoided. But he hid it from her, even though he supposedly loved her.

From Witchy Days: I wasn't a big fan of Bristol when he was younger, but I think getting stranded on a cursed island was enough of a wake-up call for him to become better.

24. are there any characters who remind you of yourself?

Anna! Seriously, we have a lot in common. And probably Jasper too, to an extent.

26. have other sim stories inspired you?

Always! Sometimes I read the stories you all write and just feel blessed that I stumbled upon them.

27. what genres would you describe your story as?

Chronicles: Melodrama (???)

Witchy Days: Fantasy

28. if you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why?

I think Chronicles could do well as one of those family drama tv shows. As for Witchy Days, a cartoon. I feel like fantasy stories just do better in the animated format, where you don't have to worry about bringing special effects into a live action movie/show.

29. what would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.)

To be on the safe side, I'd go with PG-13 for all of mine.

30. if you were leaving simblr and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask?

I haven't shared enough of my plans for the stories with anyone. But some of the people who sent me sims for the BC could probably handle Witchy Days if it came to it.

31. drop some random trivia about your story.

I started learning how to make sims 3 tattoos all so I could make a custom tat for Anna, because I headcannon that she really wants to get one. I still haven't made one for her 😂

33. Recommend another creator's story.

I'll just give a few blog names, they all have great stories.

@dandylion240 @storiesbyjes2g @treason-and-plot @nocturnalazure @pixel-bloom @helenofsimblr @budgie2budgie @softpine @pink-chevalier @someone-elsa @zosa95

I'm probably missing a bunch more, but these are some good suggestions to start with.

[copias-thrall]

How about something kind of domestic and sweet? It can be hcs or a story. It could go either or, so which ever you see fit you can use. How about papa II, III, and Copia (separate)with a s/o who loves dogs (loves all animals, but prefer dogs)&owns a few that follow them around due to having a close attachment&is protective of their owner. To the point where they all sleep on the bed with the s/o as well. How would they react to the close attachment &would they mind sharing the bed w/ the dogs?

Aww, nonny! Yes, let’s get some some fluff.

Papa II: Has a pair of pitties himself. He says it’s because they’re mean motherfuckers, but you’ve never seen Balthazar and JLo do anything meaner than cronch their dog bones. Most of the time they’re snoozing in a square of sun or playing tug of war with the Ghoul kits. When around Papa II, they sit contentedly at his feet while he rubs their heads as he reads through paperwork. He indulges them with his fine steak—a habit you had to put your foot down on with your own dogs.

Initially, you’d kept your dogs separate, but—as your relationship grew—it became imperative that the loves of your lives get along with each other. Your worry was all for naught, as the four of them got along famously at the first. Now the six of you go to parks whenever the weather allows—you and Papa have an idyllic picnic while your own dogs and his pitbulls chase each other and do dog things before coming back to nap in a pile by your enormous blanket.

The only hiccup was when a night over in your quarters had turned into an impromptu play session the next morning, and one of your dogs had lept in to protect you. You’d been terrified of what Papa II would do to your dog, but—after you’d calmed your buddy down and separated him into the bathroom—he’s just chuckled. “Ah, amore. How could I be mad when I would do the same? But next time we play, we should stick to my playroom, hmm?”

Now, outside of masses and official duties, the 6 of you are a certified pack; the rest of the congregation would be hard pressed to see you and Papa without your dogs either padding along beside you, running around to play with each other, or trying to solicit pets from another willing Sibling. Forget separating them when the two of you share a bed—you’ve tried it, and it only ended in mournful awoos from either set of dogs, so now sleepovers have to occur in Papa II’s bed so the whole pile can fit. Papa II grumbles about his “sanctum,” but you’ve seen him slip your babies a new set of squeaky toys.

Papa III: Says he loves dogs, but the second one of yours jumps up on him, he squeals and backs away. He plays it off like he was just concerned about stains on his suit, but you know better (even if you pretend to accept his explanation). At first he’s utterly confounded by your dogs’ behavior. The first time a snout makes its way into his crotch he just freezes with an “Um”, and you have to show him how to gently push inquiring noses away from delicate bits. When a promising make-out session gets interrupted by inquisitive paws, he pouts.

“Aww, Papa—they’re just jealous.” He mumbles something about his own jealousy, but you let it go with a laugh. You try to put them into your bathroom when he’s over—but there’s so much whining, you have to let them out. Then there’s an entirely different kind of whining, and you have to make it clear to Papa III that you’re a package deal (even if you think your dogs are perfectly aware of what they’re doing).

You think it might actually become an issue, but one day Papa accompanies you to a dog park, and one of your dogs runs right up to him and drops the tennis ball at his feet. Papa looks at you helplessly, and you tell him, “Well, throw it!” It’s an instant bonding experience, and your heart swells while you watch your two favorite boys play with each other. Papa III immediately becomes their enthusiastic stepdad, buying them all manner of treats you have to veto and toys you wholeheartedly endorse.

When you first started seeing each other, you had to practically bribe your Pope to bring your dogs along—now you sometimes come home to empty quarters because he’s taken them out to play frisbee. You almost miss the days when you had to force the issue, since now it’s Papa who’s pleading for “Just five more minutes!” with your babies.

Almost.

Copia: He would be the one you’d expect to be all squeamish, but he actually has a way with talking to animals, and your dogs are in love. You think sometimes that they might like him more than you! Whenever he comes over, they perk up and run right toward him, and he squats so he can ruffle their heads and give them little treats. When you come back from a night in his bed, your dogs run around excitedly sniffing at you and then running to the door—obviously waiting expectantly for Copia to enter. One time you came home to him lying on the floor, growling and barking along with them, and you just closed the door and came back later.

When he’d suggested introducing them to his ratties, you’d been beyond apprehensive—you didn’t want any mishap that would end in either of your dogs being put down—but Copia had just tutted at you. “It shall be OK, dolce. They are good babies.” At first your dogs had been confused by these tiny creatures that should be prey and yet weren't; but after some soft words from Copia, they were happily lazing, tongues lolling, while the pet rats crawled over their coats before snuggling in between warm paws. Copia had raised his eyebrow at you as if to say, “See?”

Since they did so well with his babies, he suggests you take the dogs down to the nursery so the children and kits can play with them too. You knew your dogs were gentle, but your heart just can’t take it when you see how tolerant and patient they are while they’re terrorized by the kids. Copia just kisses your head. “See? They love it.” You’re not quite sure if he means the kids or the dogs, but you agree.

Nowadays it’s a given that if you’re with Copia, your dogs are along for the ride, too. You try to keep the ratties just to his quarters, but occasionally you’ll find a stowaway. You blame Copia for having too many rats of which to effectively keep track. The only problem is when the two of you want to be intimate, and the dogs—who have been relegated to another room—howl and moan as if they’re being excluded from the best playdate ever. Sometimes a stern word from Copia will quiet them, other times he calls up one of his band Ghouls to take them to howl at the moon together.

Bonus:

Papa I under cut bc I want to.

Papa I: Has an old sheepdog that you think might just be as old as he is. In fact, for a good amount of time, you’d wondered if she was alive at all—the only time you ever saw her was asleep: at his feet as he rocked in his rocking chair; in the sun next to him as he worked in his garden; under his chair at the dinner table; and at the end of his bed at night.

It wasn’t until you brought one of your dogs over that the old girl had finally perked up. Your dog had growled lowly at Papa I, and you’d been about to chastise him, when Papa’s dog had risen—body tense—and growled even louder. You’d been so surprised, you’d forgotten to say anything to your buddy, but Papa I had patted his dog’s side and said, “It’s OK, Sadie. Go back to sleep, my good girl.” Sadie had huffed, then flopped passive-aggressively down on the floor, her body lax but her eyes open and wary. Belatedly, you’d finally bent to soothe your own dog apologizing to Papa. He’d just waved it off. “Just two good dogs doing their jobs.”

It was clear that your dogs needed to pass the Sadie test if you were going to be able to try to pass the Papa test. Luckily, Sadie already liked you, so it only takes a little further coaxing from both sides to get her to accept them and them to accept her.

A rowdy duo together, they take to gently protecting Sadie as if their lives depended on it. Sadie accepts their fealty as her due. Papa I just nods as if this was the only expected outcome. As an added bonus, they seem too concerned with outside threats to think much of you and Papa disappearing together for some fun.

[eastendies]

Okay guys I've been thinking (and I've been reading medical papers and all abt this to educate myself but by no means am I a psychologist) but what if we had a Sociopath!Callum AU?

HEAR ME OUT OKAY

So let's classify sociopaths as Antisocial Personality Disorder (ppl who have a hard time/can't emphasize w ppl due to a mix of nature/nurture) and Callum already has the beginnings of it--he had an abusive dad who we can say has ASPD genetics and a childhood enforcing ASPD behavior (you know, crappy). In this AU Callum would have ASPD (be a sociopath) but start seeking treatment around the time he's with Chris in the military.

Due to the fact that Callum's AslSPD is not very severe and he's actively trying to gain more healthy relationships (maybe as a way to manipulate Chris into trusting him until he actually tries it), his relationship w Chris is the first real meaningful one he has before Chris dies, from a battle wound this time, and his death (the stress of it and how he missed the healthy relationship) prompts him to continue treatment in Walford while staying w Mick

Now Callum still keeps some of his old behaviors, such as being intentionally very nice in order to manipulate people into liking him and doing what he wants, and keeping the image of this clumsy guy who no one really suspects could have ASPD, but he still misses a real relationship. (Sociopaths get p bored apparently). So he gets involved w Whitney by being his normal manipulative self but then his therapist (VERY HEAVILY) suggests that he actually trust her w the fact that he has ASPD. Since Callum is, you know, gay, he isn't using her for sex but for a need to have an intimate relationship w someone, so he tells her, to which Whitney freaks and shuts down, but comes around in a few weeks once Callum is insistent that he is ACTIVELY SEEKING HELP and gives Whitney complete control of their relationship so that she can leave whenever she wants/force him to be open abt how he's feeling. Whitney reluctantly agrees, and they have an actual functioning relationship, which is all Callum really wanted from her.

Callum is feeling like a new man! During this time he makes great strides in emphasising and caring about other people and changes his behavior to be more assertive and more like a jerk (instead of his default nice, manipulative side) and things are going well! His job at the funeral parlor helps him by having him emphasize with people daily and use the practices his therapists teach him. No one outside of Stuart or Whitney knows about his APD, however. And that's when Ben shows up.

Ben comes back to Walford after staying in Portugal, walks into the funeral parlor where Callum is working with Jay, and after about a week of being exposed to Callum's behavior and watching a few times where he accidentally relapsed, immediately catches on that Callum's a sociopath. Bc of Ben's shady business and experience in prison/juvie, he can spot the manipulation tactics Callum uses and confronts him about in both passive aggressively and normal aggressively. Most of their interactions go like this:

"Stay away from Jay and Lola and the people I care about you manipulative--"

"Leave me ALONE, I don't even KNOW you"

Now Callum is a bit scared since Ben is so insistent that maybe someone will believe him (even if everyone thinks he's the nicest guy in Walford) and his therapist says to ignore him but Ben can be reallyyyyyy irritating in that flirty aggressive way that Callum really hates and so this one time where he and a group of friends (Whitney, Lola, Bex, Louise, Jay, etc) that happens to include Ben get kinda drunk and Ben needles him abt it again ("I'd start crying but I bet you wouldn't even feel bad about that, would you, lover boy?") Callum breaks and drags him outside where no one can see/hear (which Ben doesn't protest to, interestingly) and basically yells at him to leave him alone bc yeah, he DOES have a ASPD but he's trying to get BETTER. He is actively trying to make his life HEALTHIER and Ben has no right to judge him when he doesn't even KNOW him or what Callum has been through or how he's trying to manage his personality disorder so FUCK OFF.

Ben just stand there, gaping. Kinda shocked. Very shocked, really. Cause Callum broke his nice guy persona and told him to fuck off after confessing to being yeah being a sociopath but one who is trying to get better.

So when Callum leaves the bar immediately after this encounter (gotta get his keys), Ben feels a little bit shitty. Maybe a lot of a bit shitty. But also a part of him thinks he's still being manipulated, so he goes to talk to Stuart. After some prodding, Stuart tells him Callum was a weak kid and their father's abuse made him harden into someone who couldn't really feel and it's been a problem their whole lives. Stuart is a bit wary of Callum in this AU bc of the ways Callum has manipulated him before, but its not like Stuart is a prize either and he recognized the impact Callum's changes has had on his life (though he mostly attributed it to Whitney being a god among men when it came to changing people which we know isn't true but Stuart is an asshat so).

Ben is still a bit apprehensive abt it but the next time he sees Callum (who gives him the cold shoulder despite his instincts of nice manipulation) he tries to pass off a small apology which Callum dismisses at first before accepting on the pretense of Ben not telling anyone and leaving him alone. Ben kinda offers that they can hang out sometime maybe and Callum is like "fine fine" and at said pint outing Ben shares his experiences w sociopaths in prison and in his "line of work" and makes it clear why exactly he didn't trust Callum in the first place. Callum actually opens up a little abt his childhood, something he's barely even done with Whitney, and and the two get drunker and Ben flirts with Callum a little with less "you're a virus of Satan" vibes and Callum maybe likes it a little so doesn't protest too much and then the next thing he knows they're out in the back and Ben's kissing him and Callum kisses back and Ben realizes that Callum is DEFINITELY not straight and mumbles something to this effect and Callum freezes. Just freezes. His face goes blank, he realizes he miscalculated SEVERELY and oh my god he could lose Whitney who he needed and Ben is looking at him weird and it's easier to shut everything off, push Ben away and tell him to NEVER talk to him again before rushing off and wondering what the hell he's going to tell his therapist oh my god he could lose EVERYTHING

And that's what I have for the AU so far!! Would anyone read this in fic form?? What do y'all think??

[gayregis]

ok also. i don't think geralt's into pet names BUT he's really just like. thoroughly physically affectionate. like he's not good with words but he knows very well just how and where his bf wants to be kissed and touched and what makes him feel good and what makes him feel appreciated both in terms of sex and in just in general and in turn jaskier is very vocal abt how good geralt makes him feel or abt how much he really appreciates him and his company and how he loves him bc They Know Each Other

in a little sacrifice when geralt begins tripping over his words around dandelion and essi... he was shortcircuiting from the pressure of having to speak in front of two poets. ... the thing is that geralt has the capability to be incredibly eloquent, but it’s only when he’s not thinking about it, and also usually when it’s about something he scorns, or a hateful situation (the nature of humanity, impending doom, the dangers and woes that ciri is facing...) ... when he has to speak about good things and love, he kind of becomes reduced to “you make me feel good in my heart :)” 

i know that this isn’t the ship on the table right now, but, i mean, it took geralt four books and like what, 10 years, to tell yennefer he loved her... i feel like with dandelion, there was less, ahem, drama in their relationship (they don’t really on again/off again, it’s more of a mutual everlasting thing) so it could have gotten to that point sooner between them, but it also has to be considered when exactly it turns romantic or geralt Realizes that he’s not only capable of love but legitimately loves dandelion ... not just in a friend way... 

(personally i understand the appeal of a ship that has love at first sight, but i really like the “love at second sight” dynamic in which they realize they’re important to each other right off the bat but only really realize their feelings later... also i think falling in love / realizing that you have fallen in love with your best friend is a common gay/bi experience...)

so i like to put the estimate of when geralt Realizes actually exactly at the point where dudu changes into dandelion in eternal flame. because at that moment geralt realizes that all he wanted to do when faced with dandelion is hold him, talk with him, be with him somewhere quiet, peaceful, and safe... that he loves him, even if he is wearing that stupid gaudy blue kaftan... that all he ever feels towards dandelion is this desire to be with him, spend time with him, protect him from anything that may come their way... dudu and geralt in this moment both were expecting geralt to raise his sword, geralt was already reluctant and never wants to harm innocents, but after dudu shifted form into dandelion, any kind of drive he possibly could have had for unsheathing his blade in an act of violence just got knocked out of him, blew away like the wind. (also worth noting that right before dudu shifted into dandelion’s form, he was in geralt’s form, and that only made geralt actually more OK with using violence than he was with dudu in any other form... geralt’s self-loathing knows. only a few bounds.)

the reason why i bring it back to this time geralt realizes he’s in love is because of that moment where all he wants is to just sheathe his sword, rush forward, and hold dandelion in his arms... feeling horror at the fact that his sword is glistening in his hand. he doesn’t know what to say, actually, in this moment. the dialogue becomes a monologue as dudu continues speaking in dandelion’s voice and form, and where geralt is supposed to repond, it just says: “geralt nodded reluctantly.” “the witcher said nothing.” “the witcher said nothing.” i interpret this scene as him basically being paralyzed with feelings, especially after a shard of ice where he and istredd went toe-to-toe and was told he can’t experience love because it’s a biological impossibility. he’s still thinking about this question throughout eternal flame, and it comes to a head in this scene, because what else, other than love, stayed his blade, paralyzed him?

geralt’s situation relating to his feelings and love are intensely complex. it’s not the simple “oh i have feelings for you but i’m too abashed to say them uwu,” but rather “i was born to be emotionless so i could fill a societal role and specific caste laid out for me but your presence in my life has changed everything and now i think i might be able to feel love, and i feel love for you” ... so yeah he has difficulty verbalizing all of that. especially when he hasn’t had a traditional upbringing with the presence of fairy tales and stories of love told to him since childhood, he’s missed out on a lot of “normal” societal things like this so he does not have a framework to understand his feelings through! no one told geralt that when you want to spend night and day with someone, sleep in the same bed, talk to them endlessly, and you feel like you can be completely honest and truly yourself and seen for who you really are around somebody... that’s love! 

before dandelion’s presence in geralt’s life, the idea of pleasant touch was really foreign to geralt. from contracts, he felt claws and teeth and maybe the sewing of a wound afterwards. from other contact with other humans, he felt nothing except the ocassional contemptous spitting or throwing of stones (legit what it says in the last wish). the witchers in KM seem to go for that masc shit (he and eskel hug for an imperceptable moment, blink and you’ll miss it) and i can imagine witchers roughhouse for fun and stuff like that, but in the outside world, with no one who could ever understand who he is, what he is, what role he was meant to play... it’s a very isolating life. 

i’m stealing an entire paragraph from this other post i wrote a while ago: “tbh there was probably an entire first week of their friendship where geralt flinched or became immediately alert when dandelion got close to him to speak, touch his arm in jest or gentle motion, or grabbed onto his hand, forearm, or sleeve in anxiety, because geralt just…. wasn’t used to anyone touching him, even in a passing or platonic manner.” geralt wasn’t used to kind touch, but he has highly trained mind-body coordination. i think in one part of tower of the swallow in a chapter prelude, witchers are called a “caste of warrior-priests” which just makes me think of the monk class in D&D... which can be a good analogy. geralt is NOT just a sellsword. his profession goes entirely much deeper, it’s literally what he was genetically altered to perform. this is why he has such a difficult time separating himself from his work, because it almost cannot be done. witchers do undergo extensive training, and especially individuals like geralt who are focused on ethics and morality take time to reconcile the physical and mental effects on their body. it’s not really just “guy with sword feels things physically bc that’s just how he’s wired,” but geralt has really tuned his soul and body together as a result of both his profession and coping with being forced into his profession.

so i think when dandelion introduces this concept of good touch to him in addition to the idea that he can be loved / deserves companionship, it’s natural for geralt as he becomes more in-tune with his emotions to feel them more physically. i ask whomstever is reading to take their mind out of the gutter bc this part at least is a nonsexual context, because they can put it straight back into the gutter later, since this post does involve dandelion.geralt’s emotions are practically on the same level of chronic pain as his shattered leg later on in the series. you know when you feel despair and grief in your chest, the tingling sensation of love in your arms and shoulders, the bristling anger on the back of your neck... it’s along those lines. 

so when he’s feeling emotions very heavily, and can’t begin to craft the statement beginning with, “so, i’m not supposed to feel emotions, but...” he just acts with his body. this can actually be seen in all the times he saves dandelion, saves yennefer (debatable b/c she’s pretty badass; it’s more like he helped her), and when he just runs to ciri without even needing to say anything in something more. 

in his worst times, geralt’s a man of philosophy and surmising and indecisiveness... like in baptism of fire, regis says that the cardinal directions have no meaning to him, as long as he is going somewhere... he paces around, and also like in baptism of fire, the song about the ornery wolf... look how the wolf dances in the holt / teeth bared, tail waving, leaping like a colt (...) look how the wolf is dragging his paws / head drooping, tail hanging, clenching his jaws (...)” ... but in his best times, he’s a man of action. he acts when it’s most important.

ok time to put your head back into the gutter now! i’ll put the nsfw stuff under a cut to save all of your eyes

this part can be treated like an add-on to the post. wow, all this writing just to say geralt doesn’t suck at sex... ok. 

well in terms of geralt x dandelion i think that after their first time together, dandelion accuses him of lying about how many people he’s fucked, because ‘it can’t possibly be that small of a number’ because geralt wasn’t awkward. he was very emotional as to be expected, but also we know he doesn’t tend to show emotions on his face, so the intense rippling feeling of love & desire he feels when dandelion pushes his hair back behind his ear flew under the radar. which is good in geralt’s perspective, because he strongly feels that it would be embarassing if dandelion knew how much he’s affected by him. honestly similarly, dandelion who’s not embarassed by much is at first apprehensive to think about his and geralt’s relationship, because usually he can just leave whenever he feels like it... but with geralt, it became different, geralt was no fling, and realizing this very early on in their relationship was alarming until dandelion did what he usually does and just drops it and remains happy. 

honestly you could make the argument (not outright STATING it... i’m not being h*rny on sideblog...) but you could argue, that geralt and dandelion have bomb ass sex because both of them are canonically good in bed, weirdly enough. geralt is pretty giving and loving in his sex scenes, even when it’s not even romantic and rather a crazed passion, like with fringilla. it’s canon that he’s a proponent of oral sex b/c he defends the concept in discussion with regis and also gives it canonically, so idk what to really say here except geralt’s a real one and sapkowski had a vision i guess for his main character. 

another important thing mentioned in geralt’s sex scenes is that he’s pretty intuitive with pacing. in the last wish, he and yennefer take their time and have quite a soft and loving experience, and in lady of the lake, he and fringilla experience this more sort of intense scenario. but i think these differences are meant to speak to the differences in love and relationships between the pairings... while geralt and yennefer experience an all-consuming love of mind and body, geralt and fringilla had more of a ... bad decision. this makes us have to headcanon for what the pairing of geralt and dandelion would be like, i’m inclined to say it would be a lot like geralt and yennefer because the thing about geralt and yennefer is that they find intimacy in each other that they’ve yearned for their entire lives, and geralt and dandelion have a lot of that similar energy of finding something in another that you’ve always longed for. 

especially towards the beginning of their relationship, i feel like just their abilities to be vulnerable are what drives them. of course, having emotional sex is a fireworks-type event for geralt, while for dandelion it’s more just like, 3 PM on a tuesday afternoon, so that affects their dynamic a lot, again especially in the beginning of their relationship before geralt met yennefer and villentretenmerth, because geralt really was just not sure of himself. dandelion’s very sure of himself so he kind of doesn’t realize that it’s the beginning of an Emotional Journey for geralt and not just something casual like eating brunch together. geralt becomes more confident over time though and that’s good but he still gets just regular pangs of gay love that stops your heart momentarily, from being ... in love... 

as for actual dynamic during i think it would be funny and good to keep them both in-character and interacting as they normally do. cue humorous arguments with no vitriol or consequence: “stop moaning in musical scales, it’s ruining my concentration” “no— fa so!” 

[protectbrowngirls]

Hello, I'm a 17 yo Muslim girl living in Ireland. My entire life I've hidden my interests and things I've loved from my parents. I love music, gaming, makeup, art and am generally a big nerd. I want to grow up and become independent and do what I love. But my parents are very against me traveling or living alone. I'm even scared to talk to team mates when I play games bcs they'll say I'm talking with boys (my brother always does tho) if I try to argue they'll threaten to take me back home

It sounds like you’re struggling between your desire to live an independent life and your desire not to disappoint or upset your parents. This is a valid and normal struggle; however, the reality is that in the process of becoming independent, you will almost definitely end up upsetting your parents, even if only temporarily. 

There are few important things that are key to building an independent life: financial independence, setting boundaries, and giving yourself permission not to manage your parents’ emotions for them. ((This got long, unsurprisingly, so the rest of this answer is under a cut.))

Financial independence. Money is the easiest thing to hold over you and use as a guilt trip. As long as you are relying on your parents to finance your interests and travel, they will always be able to say, “Our money, our rules,” and you will always feel guilty that you’re using their money on things they disapprove of. If you’re able to start earning your own income, whether through saving up holiday money, picking up a part-time/freelance job, etc., you’ll be in a much better position to pursue the things you enjoy without feeling beholden to your parents. You also take away one of the tools they can use to control you, which makes it easier to set boundaries.

If you can start earning your own income, I would highly recommend keeping it secret from your parents. Granted, I don’t know your parents, and they might be okay with you using your own money on whatever you want. From the way you’ve described them, however, I’m inclined to believe they’ll try to control the money you’ve earned in addition to whatever support they’re giving you. Once you turn 18, set up a bank account and a debit card they don’t know about so you can indulge yourself without worrying about explaining yourself to them. I believe a lot of banks will waive the minimum monthly deposit requirement if you can show you’re a student. 

Unfortunately, as with most things surrounding the topic of living your own life, financial independence can be difficult to achieve until you become an adult and have the ability to pursue jobs and education and major life changes. However, please know things will become easier if you hang in there! 

Setting boundaries. I’ve found most brown parents are flagrantly disrespectful of their kids’ boundaries, usually because a) they think their kids’ boundaries are rude or stupid (aka don’t make sense to the parents), b) they perceive any sort of attempt to set a boundary as a challenge to their authority, and/or c) they just expect complete and total obedience from their kids because they’re elders and therefore should never be questioned. As a result, a lot of brown kids never learn to set boundaries, because they’re never taught that they can expect their boundaries to be respected.

This doesn’t mean boundaries can’t be set; it just means that the process of doing so takes time and will result in high tensions. In terms of gaining independence, the boundaries you set should ultimately amount to something like: “I am allowed to do things you disapprove of (within reason) without being unduly punished solely for wanting something you do not approve of.” The “within reason” part of this will change, both as you grow older and as you set firmer and firmer boundaries. Right now, since you’re a minor, “within reason” might mean “I am allowed to sleep over at my friend’s house so long as I call you before I go to sleep and when I wake up in the morning.” Over time, “within reason” may expand to mean “I am allowed to travel wherever I want and for however long I want, provided I am not going into debt, I give you my flight details so you know where I am, and I do my due diligence in researching how to be safe.”

In order to set that overarching boundary, you have to set a few smaller boundaries:

I am allowed to do things you disapprove of

I will, on occasion, disappoint you. Your disappointment is not my burden to bear

Your punishments should be reasonable, not a product of being upset that I’ve done something harmless that you don’t like

You are not entitled to knowing every single detail about every single aspect of my life

etc.

One way to set these boundaries is to talk with your parents and tell them you would like more independence, and you know they’re worried about you but you think their worries are stifling your happiness, and you’d like to find ways to address their fears so you can still do things you enjoy. They may be willing to work with you. 

However, it’s more like that you’ll have to set these boundaries by asking forgiveness instead of permission, in which case you’ll need to start small and work your way to larger boundaries. The best way I can think of to illustrate what I mean is by sharing my own examples: 

I started staying out with my friends for an hour longer than I’d said I would, which set the boundary of “I’ll be home by dinner/bedtime, but I won’t adhere to irrational and senseless curfews.” 

I started dyeing my hair and getting tattoos without telling them beforehand, setting the boundary of “I will do things you disapprove of, and that’s okay” as well as “The things I do with my own money are not yours to control.” 

Once I had my own car, I started going on road trips without permission, setting the boundary of “I am allowed to travel independently, so long as I am safe and don’t drive more than 6 hours a day.” 

Ultimately I started outright telling my parents, “I understand that you are upset, and you can yell and threaten and insult me all you want, but that won’t prevent me from doing this thing I want to do,” setting the boundary of “Your disappointment is not a valid reason for me to deprive myself of the things I enjoy.”

There are two crucial components of setting a boundary: sticking to your guns, and not letting your parents’ emotions change your mind (more on this in a second). In terms of sticking to your guns, you have to set boundaries you are capable of enforcing. For example, if you say “I’m getting coffee with a male friend after school,” and they say “well, we just won’t drive you home,” you have to be able to say “that’s fine, I can hitch a ride/take the bus.” If you have to rely on your parents to drive you home, this isn’t a boundary you can feasibly set or enforce, and you’ll end up giving in, which tells your parents that they can just threaten you to get their way. 

In terms of dealing with your parents’ emotions...

Your parents’ emotions are not your responsibility to manage. Your parents will 100% push back against you when you try to set any kind of boundary or challenge their control; it is important that you do not let their threats and shouting guilt you into going back on your words. Their anger and need to control you may stem from fear or worry or good intentions, but it is on them to learn how to cope with their fear in a healthy manner instead of taking it out on you. It is not your job to make them feel better about you doing the things you enjoy; you have enough on your plate already, what with overcoming your own guilt and apprehension in order to push your parents. 

Do not try to approach them in good faith, because they will not approach you in good faith. Don’t try to convince them that you’re being rational. Don’t try to get them to see your side. Acknowledge their feelings, and then refuse to engage with them. You have to train them to realize that their knee-jerk reaction of controlling you is no longer effective. 

It helps to have some scripts you can follow, and to practice them with yourself or with your friends. For example: “I understand that you’re upset. However, I don’t think it is productive to talk about this until you can speak without shouting. I’m going to my room now. Please let me know when you would like to discuss this issue so we can find a solution we’re both happy with.” And then go to your room. Shut the door. Don’t fight back when your parents inevitably start to insult you. Then push that same boundary a week or two later, and repeat this process until they get the message. 

Either they’ll kick you out (which is why I highly highly recommend waiting until you have some sort of independence before setting the most extreme boundaries), or they’ll eventually come to terms with you doing what you enjoy, even if it disappoints them in the process. 

In conclusion. It’s a delicate balance between living an independent life and showing your parents that you can still be a good daughter and person even if you don’t see eye-to-eye with them. It will take time, and it will hurt, and you might feel like it’s all hopeless. That’s normal, and you aren’t alone in feeling that way. But I promise it gets easier over time. I promise you’re allowed to lead your own life without being afraid of how your parents will react. 

Of course, please take this advice with caution, and don’t challenge your parents indiscriminately if you know they’ll send you away to boarding school or something. I trust you to employ your best judgment, since you know your parents best. I wish you the best of luck! Please let me know if I can offer any other advice or encouragement!

[aubrey-plaza]

I just had an exam today and didn't sleep in like 27 hs and I don't want to sleep bc is so fucking early and I was thinking if you could do me some board games Staubrey headcanons? I'd give you my soul, oh great devil.

I have so many other headcanon asks in my inbox but you need to stay up Vee!

And also I’m in the bathroom at a houseboat party writing this bc it’s Pride and I’m HELLA drunk but LESGO

Aubrey kills at Monopoly and it’s a little scary. Like, she’ll take advantage of the housing shortage and she is also ALWAYS the banker and she gets the good properties and she barters like a champ and Stacie never realises she’s given away a key piece of property until Aubrey builds four houses on the street and charges everybody crazy rent and Stacie realises they’re all FUCKED.

(sometimes she gets mad because Aubrey is using her business-school knowledge for evil and in an effort to derail the game she’ll accuse Aubrey of cheating and a shouting match will ensue and the game doesn’t end but it also means Aubrey doesn’t get to have that evil moment where she slowly chokes them out of their last money)

(Stacie loves her girlfriend but Aubrey absolutely will insist on continuing the game until the very end and Stacie really hates herself for how hot she is for evil-Aubrey)

Stacie kills at Scrabble because she knows all of the good science words but she’s also always very good at combining the triple word and double letter scores and Aubrey’s not even surprised anymore when Stacie finishes a game with 300 points while they’re all struggling to 100

(Aubrey doesn’t really mind Stacie winning at Scrabble because she can appreciate Stacie’s insane knowledge of words and Stacie gets so cute when she wins at Scrabble because it’s so pure and she loves her girlfriend so much).

Stacie is also somehow always good at the Game of Life and contrary to Scrabble, she’s not cute about it. She’s the most smug person in the world when she’s winning at Life. Aubrey hates how Stacie will always get to retirement first with a great salary and kids and a massive house and she never has to pay for anything and she never gets caught by natural disasters and it’s just not fair

“This game isn’t a competition!” Aubrey will say, trying not to show how annoyed she is when Stacie picks a card for a great job.

“It is and I’m winning at it!” Stacie says smugly when she finds out she also gets to live in a big house.

Sometimes, when Stacie’s feeling particularly like annoying Aubrey, when she gets to the marriage part she’ll reach for Aubrey’s car and take out Aubrey’s little pink person and put it in her own car and says, “Look, we’re married now babe, now at least you’ll succeed at life,” and it genuinely takes all of Aubrey’s willpower not to threaten to withhold sex.

There are several games that are banned from Bellas game night due to Aubrey and Stacie’s competitive nature.

Chloe, while usually not all that competitive when it comes to boardgames, becomes obsessed with winning whenever Stacie and Aubrey team up and Beca loves it because there is FINALLY a situation in which Chloe isn’t completely team Aubrey and so it basically becomes Stacie and Aubrey vs Beca and Chloe and as a result, the games that are banned are:

Taboo (Stacie and Aubrey have too many inside jokes and use it to cheat while guessing words)

Sorry! (there’s a rule that you always have to take someone’s pawn in the game which has resulted in way too many screaming matches and at one point, Stacie threatening to burn Beca’s Bellas scarf, already reaching for the bag she knows Beca keeps her scarf in that had led to Beca literally throwing the game out the window)

Mastermind (Lilly ruins it for everybody when she gets the colour pattern correct on the first try)

Operation (Stacie has a very steady hand but not when Chloe starts talking about how she used to share a wall with Aubrey and before Stacie was in the picture, the blonde would bring people home and Chloe could hear Aubrey having sex and she loves telling these stories because Stacie gets jealous as hell and angry as hell and while being angry focuses Aubrey, it has the opposite effect on Stacie)

Candyland (HOW does Chloe manage to cheat at a game designed for children? Nobody will ever understand but in any case, it’s been banned preventatively)

Ticket to Ride (Aubrey and Stacie have purposefully blocked a necessary road out of spite and to then make out between turns which had led to Beca subtly stealing train carriages from the two, but Aubrey always counts her train carriages before and during the game (bc she’s a master strategist) and catches Beca but before Aubrey can do anything, Stacie crawls into her lap and starts really making out with her, moaning exaggeratedly and scaring everybody out of the room)

Uno (no explanation needed)

that doesn’t leave a lot of boardgames and Emily, sweet innocent summer child Emily, one day brings over Risk. All of the Bellas take one look at the box and disappear and Emily is left standing confused in the kitchen with Aubrey, Stacie, Beca and Chloe.

Chloe looks at the box apprehensively but Emily says she’s never played it before and that’s the only reason Chloe doesn’t ban the game outright.

“You two need to give her a chance,” Beca warns as they start setting up and Stacie turns to Aubrey, who narrows her eyes.

Aubrey leans close and whispers something into her ear and Stacie nods once and the game starts. They wipe out Beca in no time and a few rounds later, Chloe is out. Chloe’s counselling Emily, who is either having a bout of beginner’s luck or has natural talent for Risk because she slowly starts taking more and more countries from Stacie and Aubrey.

“Wait, what?” Emily says suddenly, when she rolls two sixes and takes Australia from Aubrey.

“You win,” Aubrey says with a small smile.

“Really?!” Emily shouts and when Aubrey nods, she gets up to do her terrible but endearing victory dance.

Stacie and Aubrey exchange a look and Beca’s immediately suspicious.

“What was that?” she asks, pointing between the two.

“What was what?” Stacie asks innocently.

“That look that you just—” Beca tries to say.

Emily leaves the room to go tell the other Bellas that she’s beaten Aubrey and Stacie and Beca and Chloe at Risk and Aubrey smiles coyly at Beca, leans against Stacie when the brunette wraps an arm around her.

“You let her win,” Beca whispers, scandalised and Chloe looks at them with her mouth open in surprise.

“YOU LET HER WIN?” Chloe screeches but Beca immediately shushes her. “How dare you,” Chloe hisses.

“How dare we let Legacy have a win?” Stacie says, giving them away.

“It was her first time playing, we’re not monsters,” Aubrey adds.

“You never let anybody win ever,” Beca complains in annoyance.

“Oh, it’s never going to happen again,” Aubrey says.

“We’re gonna crush her next time,” Stacie says and Aubrey turns to her with a wide smile and Stacie holds up her hand for a high five that Aubrey happily gives her.

“Absolutely,” Aubrey says and Beca and Chloe both look horrified.

“You are monsters.”

[rorykillmore]

okay i wanted to sneak in before dinner and post this next gift for @larkspear in case they needed something nice after getting back for the movies. they requested some post-denny au stuff for heather and veronica and i was tHRILLED bc post-denny aus are some of my favorite things to do (as evidenced by the fact that i tend to go on and on about them whenever i get the chance to write them). we’ve talked before about the cast going back to madeline’s world with her so that’s what i went with. DOUBLE the discourse.

so spear, i hope you’re having a great christmas because you more than deserve it. i know you’ve had a lot to work through this year and i’m glad you’ve had the space to get support and validation, and equally grateful that you’ve given those things to me whenever i’ve needed them. i feel like i can talk to you about p. much anything without worrying about being judged and like i was saying to jay... that’s pretty rare for me, and you really have become one of my best friends over this past year (thank GOD for homecoming!). anyway thank you so much for the memestreams and entertaining dctv liveblogs and wonderful rp dynamics -- and just being such a considerate and giving friend in general. nighttrap has done a lot to put me in a bit of a healthier place this year and i’ll always be grateful to you guys.

“If we’re tagging along with you guys while you fucking elope, we’d better be going somewhere nice.”

In all actuality, Heather is a bit less sure of this ‘let’s just say fuck everything and hop through a rift to another world’ idea than she pretends to be. It’s easy to act confident, angrily confident because what the fuck do they owe their world anyway, where Heather herself is dead and Veronica is dogged by maybe-not-so-metaphorical ghosts and all anyone’s ever done is screw them over, anyway.

Still. She’s not entirely sure how many times anyone has actually done anything like this before. It might be against some kind of weird, unspoken rifter code (but fuck that, too).

She tries not to be a little surprised when they mention their plan to the other Heathers, and Duke and McNamara decide they actually want to come along. Maybe Mac she can understand -- but somehow, even after all this time, she wasn’t expecting Duke to hate the idea of going back to Westerburg so vehemently.

They’ve all lost a lot, Heather supposes.

It’s just over a month ‘til graduation, so they all agree to wait until after then to try. Maybe it’s symbolic, or some shit. Mostly, it means that wherever they end up, they don’t have to do high school all over again.

“You think we should try Madeline’s world?”  Heather muses dubiously when Veronica makes her suggestion. 

Veronica shrugs, focusing on her locker -- they’re in the midst of end-of-the-year clean out.  “Seems like our best bet. I mean, we know people there, and at least it sounds... relatively normal.” 

She’s got a point, but Heather decides to be obnoxious just for the sake of it. She scrunches up her nose.  “But what if everyone there’s... like her?”

Veronica nudges her pointedly for her trouble, and she tries not to laugh.

“Isn’t she from California?” Behind them, Heather Duke is practically audibly rolling her eyes. “If we’re tagging along with you guys while you fucking elope, we’d better be going somewhere nice.”

Heather resists the urge to snipe back at her for the ‘eloping’ jab. She hates that it’s actually kind of funny.

“Is it okay if I ask Rachel to come with us?” Heather Mac asks, a bit apprehensively.  “She -- I don’t think she has anything very nice to go home to.”

Heather glances at Veronica, who nods carefully and says, “Okay, but don’t tell anyone else about this. Madeline says her friend can probably help us with all the... legal documentation and stuff, but the more people we bring through to literally show up out of thin air, the harder it’s gonna be.”

“I can’t believe we need someone to fake papers for us.” Heather turns to the others, smirking, as Veronica shuts her locker.  “This is so illegal.”

“Unless Madeline’s world is a lot weirder than we’re assuming, I kind of doubt there’s any specific law against hopping through a rift and pretending we’ve lived there all our lives...” Veronica points out, but it’s a lost cause -- McNamara looks vaguely worried, and Duke is already snickering. Heather rolls her eyes, but can’t help but smile as she takes Veronica by the hand and starts for the exit.

They’ll never have to see Clairbourne again. It’s a relief, and just a little bit sad.

Monterey is definitely a different scene than Sherwood and Beacon Heights both. If anything, it’s more Heather’s scene -- more chic, less cutesy, and there’s something about the air that she likes. She’s always loved the ocean, but she’s never lived near one her entire life (Ohio’s just about as far away from that as you can get).

On the surface, it’s not all that different from the last world they were in, in that it’s basically the same time period and geography. There’s just... less weird shit. Heather’s hardly going to miss the rifts or the fucking clowns in the slightest, but some of the other stuff? Seeing Finley and Casimir every day on their way to school, hearing about Ratchet’s latest superhero bullshit on the news, the underclassmen friends she made at Clairbourne? Maybe.

Still, the moment they arrive, that worry she knows has been weighing them all down - the ‘one of us could get pulled back to our world at any moment, and not all of us would survive that’ one - is gone. That alone, Heather thinks, makes all of this worthwhile.

“Celeste would probably think I’m completely nuts if she hadn’t been in that other world too, for a little while,” Madeline mutters to them when she returns to where she left them at a little cafe near the beach. Heather kind of thinks Madeline’s nuts anyway, but for once she bites her tongue. “But it’s all arranged. You’re college students studying abroad, or -- you will be in the fall. We just need to work out where you’re staying.”

It makes sense to have Veronica stay with Madeline, since they’re already close. Heather might’ve preferred to be nearby - she’s so used to rooming with Veronica at this point, after all - but Madeline’s house, while big, is hectic enough on its own with her own teenage daughter spending half her time there (and a younger daughter and husband to boot).

So Heather goes with one of Madeline’s best friends, Celeste. It’s a logical fit because Celeste is an attorney, and Heather is planning on going to school for pre-law.

Logical it might be, but the arrangement doesn’t make sense to her in so many other ways.

Celeste lives alone with two little boys who are energetic and mischievous enough to drive Heather up a wall if she spends too much time around them. Her husband, apparently, died pretty recently -- it’s got the whole community shaken up, and Heather doesn’t like to ask many questions about it. By now she knows a sensitive subject when she sees one.

Especially since there are certain things about Celeste that remind her of -- well.

They bond, eventually. It just takes a little while -- until Heather decides that Celeste is soft but... steely in a way not many people would probably recognize.

Just like Madeline and Celeste, Veronica and Heather see each other often -- which is good, because now Veronica is not only Heather’s best friend, but someone she’s supposed to be figuring out a dating life with (still feels like a minefield, at times, but a minefield that’s worth every tentative step). Veronica seems... like she’s happy where she is. Or -- like she could be, one day.  She helps out at Madeline’s community theater and bonds with Abigail and Chloe, and more and more these days, Heather thinks she’s starting to look less overshadowed.

Mac ends up with Madeline and Celeste’s third best friend, Jane, which is an arrangement Heather herself is dubious of at first (because Jane is what -- six or seven years older than them, at most, in spite of the fact that she has a little boy the same age as Chloe and the twins). But they seem to get along. Jane is chill enough to temper some of McNamara’s... McNamara-ness, and the relative simplicity of their day to day life seems to be something she takes to pretty well.

Duke’s staying with... well, actually, Heather’s not sure what anybody around here considers Renata Klein besides ‘an actual force of nature’. ‘Friend’ is probably accurate for all that she seems fiercely loyal to the others, in spite of how often her and Madeline seem to clash.  In some ways, Heather can kind of see the similarities between her and Duke -- and she begrudgingly means that as a compliment. Still, sometimes too many similarities aren’t a good thing. 

She’s wrong about that, too. If anything, they only make each other more unstoppable, and Amabella gets a kind of foster big sister who no bully of any age wants to mess with.

Rachel and Bonnie are basically the same artsy, serene person, as far as Heather can tell, so it makes sense that they end up together. Both effectively separated from The Discourse (as she and Veronica privately like to call it). Heather would envy her, except she herself has taken to this whole new life a little too well (and when has she ever gone out of her way to avoid conflict?).

It feels nice, on the days she allows it to. Instead of a clique, layered with power plays and subtle sabotage, they fall into sort of mirroring the circular structure of Madeline and her friends. Bound by -- well, what they’ve all been through, or whatever. Something stronger than Heather can put into words, even if she’d admit to it.

Maybe this, she thinks, is something she can trust to last.

“So, Renata’s organizing a fundraiser,” Madeline gripes one day while they’re out at the beach. They spend a lot of time there, these days -- all of them do, in varying combos, though today it’s just her, Celeste, Heather, Veronica, and Chloe and the twins.

Celeste lowers her sunglasses a fraction, so that her interest in Madeline’s gossip almost seems polite. It’s a skill that might be useful to learn, Heather thinks. “Another one?”

“Well, I don’t think anyone wants a repeat of -- last year.” Madeline finishes the statement kind of awkwardly, and Heather can’t help but exchange a brief glance with Veronica. The infamous Trivia Night. They both know Celeste’s husband died there, which is touchy enough by itself, but since it isn’t exactly the kind of thing either of them want to ask the women involved about, they have to rely on rumors instead.

And some of those rumors are wild.

“They’re talking about holding it on the beach, actually. Some kind of cookout thing?” Madeline continues. “And -- a talent show.”

“Oh dear.” Celeste sounds amused and doesn’t bother to match Madeline’s scandalized whisper. Until she sees the way Madeline’s looking at her.  “ -- You don’t mean -- we don’t have to participate, do we?”

Heather sits bolt upright from where she’s sunning herself. She watches Veronica’s half-smile drop.

“Well, I don’t see how we can get out of it. We’re her friends, how is it going to look if we don’t back her?”

“Hold on a hot second,” Heather can’t help cutting in.  “Do we have to participate?”

Madeline pauses, blinking at her.  “-- Oh, no. Of course not!” She smiles in a way Heather doesn’t entirely trust. “Well, I mean...”

“What?” Veronica asks suspiciously.

“It’s just, since Renata’s running the whole thing, I’m sure Heather’s going to be involved. Heather Duke, that is. I thought you girls might enjoy some... friendly competition.”

She’s definitely looking directly at Heather, now, and Heather feels her own eyes narrow. She and Duke are friends now - better friends than they ever were back at Westerburg - but hell if she doesn’t feel that familiar, unshakable urge to be the best rising up in her again. She hates that Madeline is right.

Veronica seems to have come to the same conclusion, because right at that moment she grabs Heather by the wrist. “We’ll think about it!” she says, rising and half-pulling Heather up with her.  “Wanna go for a walk, Heather?”

“What?” It’s so abrupt that Heather doesn’t quite register the meaningful look Veronica is giving her at first -- she’s too busy griping about being tugged around, and brushing the sand off her. Then she clears her throat. “Uh -- I guess. Whatever. We’ll be back.”

Madeline and Celeste nod understandingly, though they don’t seem particularly fooled -- but Heather’s happy to ignore that for the moment as she trudges past the kids (in the midst of building a very lopsided sandcastle) and after Veronica.

“Did you seriously just do that?” she demands once they’re far enough away from the others.

Veronica gives her an innocent look. “Do what?”

“Run an -- intervention before I could agree to the talent show thing!”

“Heather, that’s not what running an intervention is.”

“Whatever. You intervened.”

“Well... you were gonna sign up for a talent show just to one up Duke.” Veronica sideglances her with the very specific purpose of giving her a Look. Which is totally unfair, Heather reasons, because Veronica doesn’t know for a fact that --

“Holy shit.” Reason finally catches up to her thoughts. “You’re right. You saved my life.”

Veronica looks almost smug now. “Thaaat’s more like it.”

Heather could give her a nudge or kick some sand at her for that, but instead she takes the much more underhanded route of sidling up close and linking their arms. Veronica tries to roll her eyes, but she softens just a little.

The perfect time for Heather to push her luck.

“So that’s a ‘no’ to the Jingle Bell Rock number I was already choreographing in my head.”

Just as planned, Veronica fails to stifle a laugh.  “It’s fucking spring.”

“And?” Heather asks. “Are you telling me these people wouldn’t appreciate the Mean Girls reference regardless?”

They’ve both seen enough of modern high schools, by now, to get Heather’s point across. Veronica sucks the inside of her cheek briefly. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“No, you can’t.” Heather leans into her a little. “Especially since you’d look damn good in red.”

She doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she thinks her own joke (well, half-joke) is funny, which makes Veronica roll her eyes -- but she’s also blushing a little. She looks away, and at first Heather thinks she’s pretending to ignore her, but then she notices that Veronica’s gaze has drifted out to the ocean.

“I’m... glad we decided to come here,” she says suddenly, and just like that, the situation’s a whole lot less funny. Heather slows up a little.

“It was a good idea,” she admits, feeling as though she should say something more. Veronica, unfortunately, has a talent for making her uncharacteristically sappy, but that doesn’t mean she’s always good at saying sappy things.  “...I’m glad you don’t ever have to go back home.”

The same goes for Duke and McNamara, really. Heather knows - or at least thinks - that they’d all be okay in the end. But she also knows there are some things people are better off not going back to.

“Yeah. Well,” Veronica says after a moment of silence, turning back to her. Heather loses track of whatever she was going to say at the affectionate, suddenly vulnerable way she looks at her. She thinks she knows what Veronica’s going to say before she says it.  “This is home, now.”

And it is.

[lovethediseasedkillerpuppy]

Jensen Vegascon op

AKA actual crime scene photograph of my murder

Attached: the longest most ridiculously detailed & overly excited description of a 30 second encounter ever.

A little backstory: I have wanted this pose since I found out they did cons & I wanted to go to one aka 2009. I never asked Jensen for it bc it’s an intimate pose & the worst thing I can imagine is making him uncomfortable so I always chickened out & didn’t even ask bc while I would totally respect if he said no it would fluster me bc I’m 500% awkward enough already so I didn’t wanna put that stress on me. But this con, thanks to some help from lovely ppl I met at con & days of psyching myself up, I finally asked for it. Go me! lol.

I was in the last batch of ppl called to the op room & ended up being one of the last few ppl in line. I’m waiting in line trying not to lose my nerve as I clutch my ipod in my hand nearly hard enough to break it. Finally I get close enough to see Jensen & it has the odd effect of simultaneously making me calmer & more nervous at the same time. So I stand there watching & repeating in my head what to say. All too quick it was my turn & the volunteer asked for my ipod to see my pic & I said “only if he’s comfortable with it” to which she said it would be fine. I just nodded but fully intended to ask HIM bc he was taking the pic so her saying it was fine was rather irrelevant. (not to be rude, she was just doing her job but I have a thing w personal space so I’m not abt to invade someone else’s w/o THEIR consent, not a 3rd party)

The person in front of me finishes & Jensen greets me & I greet him then the volunteer showed him my ipod, he nods & she handed it back to me. I pocket it & go “Are you sure? Only if you’re comfortable with it.” And he said “Yeah, it’s totally ok.” I guess I looked as apprehensive as I felt bc he gave me a reassuring smile & asked “How are we doing this?” I said “Just like the picture, please.” He starts to open his arms out for the hug & then stops & goes “that’s not me facing the camera” (& I was thinking huh?) then he takes me by the shoulders & spins us around in a 180 so that now I was on his left instead of right & it dawned on me wtf he meant. He was making it like the picture with Dean on the right lol. After spinning he goes “ok c’mere” & opens up for the hug again. When I hugged him I didn’t quite reach his shoulder so my chin was just pressed into his shoulder & then he dipped down a bit & I rested my chin on his shoulder but the little shit wasn’t done killing me; I feel him adjust & he slides over so my chin went from shoulder to the crook of his neck & his head is pressed against mine. And once he finally settled still he squeezes me really tight & Ik the pic is over when I feel him rub my back & give me another squeeze. Ik I thanked him after bc it’s my default setting but idk wtf either of us said bc I was in a daze & trying to hold my freaking out till I left the room.

When ppl say Jensen is the best hugger they are completely correct. I’ve said that abt Jensen hugs. But THIS HUG WAS IN ITS OWN LEAGUE OK. I have never felt more safe & secure. This pose means the world to me for a ton of reasons I’ll skip bc no one cares but to get it was a top life moment to me. I’m thrilled I finally went thru with it & asked. I was kind of a mess for awhile after it was taken. But then I got SO much worse when I saw the op. 

He’s got one hand under my hair. He had to of hugged then slid his hand up higher like oh gotta bring this hug in more snugly. Then the top hand GRIPPING my hair gah. Like placing it there wasn’t enough lemme hold on to this. Ik I’m 9 kinds of weird reading so much into his hand/hair placement but I am emotional! This guy gives you a 100% genuine hug. He puts so much care into them. Most hugs are half assed. Ppl just kinda hang onto someone & give em a pat or little squeeze but not Jensen ok. Jensen comes at ya like I am going to hug ya like you are the most important person in the world to me & while the hug is going on you do feel that way. I’m not a hugger. In fact, I’m not a toucher at all. I think it’s awkward & 99% of the time it is. But on rare occasions, it’s nice & with Jensen it is the nicest. He has this way of making you feel totally safe & secure & comfortable. He’s a living security blanket.

Fuck, all the emotions of this pic came flooding back while looking at my notes & typing this. I’ve had somewhere between 1 & 667 melt downs over this op since it was taken & tbh I think it will forever be one of the highlights of my life. Dean Winchester means the world to me. I lost count of how many damn times I wanted to give him a hug during this series. THIS is the hug I always envision giving him and I finally got to do it. Welp, anyone who stuck thru to the end of this rambling, I’m off to go have my feels again.

The pic I used as reference:

[sidewalkscienceguy]

Representation Matters. And recently, I learned that one of the characters in my books is having a real impact on real people.

For the sake of privacy, I’m not going to tag any specific individuals I spoke with in this post, but this is a true story about how a character with autism in my books has affected people with autism in the real world.

When I began writing Embassy back in 2013, as I’ve said many times, the story/plot were extremely different than they are now. Most of the characters were the same, but they had different roles, and I included many characters just for the sake of including them, as I still wasn’t completely serious nor as dedicated to this series as I am today, January 5th, exactly four years since I began writing Embassy.

But as I completed more drafts of Embassy, and as I experienced various changes in my life (my most life-changing events were yet to come), I came to realize I didn’t want Embassy to be the book it started out being. I wanted it to be something deeper, playing more to the emotions and personal journeys of the characters instead of the outside plots. My purpose for writing Embassy changed. Suddenly there was a dream behind it, a message that would carry on through the unintended sequel, Resonance, and now Perihelid, the final arc of Arman Lance’s emotional journey (and the conclusion of the main themes of the first three books in the series).

Even with this more-intentional purpose shining through all the way to publication, and through the writing and publication of Resonance, too, there were still elements and characters that began to become more and more relevant to the story overall. And, recently, it has been brought to my attention that one of the still-minor characters has been having an incredible effect on some readers of my books that I didn’t quite anticipate: John Mistin.

For anyone familiar with my books, John Mistin is the older brother of Ellin Mistin, and both of them were recruited to the Embassy Program at the same time as Arman Lance (the MC) from their hometown of Cornell, on the planet Undil.

John is a socially-awkward, overly-enthusiastic guy who will give you his unwavering friendship if you so much as let him speak to you. “Hi, I’m John!” followed by a hard handshake is his signature greeting to every new person he meets. He has a form of aphasia, which is sort of similar to dyslexia, but instead of messing up spellings and being unable to read certain words/fonts, he instead routinely confuses complicated words, and Ellin is constantly correcting his mistakes. He’s aware of his aphasia, and he touts his younger sister as “my favorite dictionary.”

John has an “eidetic memory,” that is, an incredible photographic memory that allows him to vividly recall visual-spatial patterns. His life’s dream in the Embassy Program is to become a cartographer and make maps of every city, asteroid field, and planet in the Program, even venturing out on long-duration deep-space missions to map the galaxy with the Undil Embassy’s Horizon Tower. He’s an extremely quick learner with the latest cartographic technology, and is pioneering mapmaking through neuro-optical holography, where he literally creates maps by picturing them in his head and translating them into a 3D space.

He is committed to friendship. His sister, Ellin, is his best friend, and when she’s hurting, all he wants to do is comfort her. He can’t really tell when other people are uncomfortable around him, though, as we see through Arman’s eyes, Arman is at first very apprehensive about being around John, because he just doesn’t know how to “handle” being around him. Fortunately, Ellin is usually there to calm John down when he gets too excited.

I’m describing all of this because yes, John is autistic.

He’s not a main character, and we haven’t seen too much of him yet (proportionately, at least), but he takes control of the scenes he’s in. He’s a very visible character.

This is so, so, so important.

The other day, one of my followers who has read my books messaged me asking if she could ask a question about a certain character. Her question was non-specific, simply, “I don’t know if this was intentional on your part, but what’s the deal with John?”

When I told her that he’s on the autism spectrum, she was thrilled. Like, absolutely thrilled. And she told me that that’s what she thought, but she wasn’t sure if I had meant to write him like that, because the thing with John is that he sticks out from the rest of the cast. And while I’ve written other, less-visible characters in the series, John is the one I’ve paid special attention to because his role in the rest of the series is incredibly important.

The follower went on to tell me that many of her siblings have autism, and that her brother was asking her about my book, particularly about John. And when she told her brother that John was indeed autistic, her brother got really excited, too. Here’s portions of her responses telling me all of this, verbatim:

“You have...no idea how incredibly happy I am right now. Holy shit. I’M- That’s literally exactly what I was- The fact that he is intentionally- AHH. It’s so rare for autistic people to be represented and then- This is something really important to me because most of my siblings are on the spectrum actually.......

“I’ve grown up surrounded by areas of the spectrum and so I recognized that behavior and the fact that it was intentional I’m so freaking happy. Also, Ellin and John’s dynamic reminded me a lot of my own with a lot of my siblings. SO ANYWAYS THAT WAS PROBABLY MORE THAN YOU WANTED TO KNOW BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH MY RESPECT FOR YOU JUST ROCKETED....

“You’ve got this utopian-ish universe and there’s characters who are autistic and bi and- It means a lot to me. But I’ve been planning on rereading Embassy and Resonance so I’ll make sure to try to pay more attention to those scenes!......

“And honestly, it’s so important to listen to anyone really, but especially someone with autism bc a lot of people will tell them to shut up instead(I’ll fight people I swear), but it’s also just-the excitement and happiness they get when talking about something they love and actually having someone listen- it’s so great. And yes! So many people look down at people with autism and it’s so- Like all of my siblings and anyone else I know are pretty high-functioning........I mean one brother, he has these intricate worlds in his head and, literally, he can put them all on paper exactly and is just-he’s so talented with art and he’s so passionate and his style is so specific to im and ahhh..........

“OH and I meant to tell you. Last night I was talking to one of my brothers and earlier someone had been telling him about how some people won’t let autistic people do things and he was really frustrated over people being ignorant and judgmental basically, and I told him about how there was a character [in Embassy and Resonance] who was autistic and is important to the series and how positive he is, and then mentioned something about how [you] had also mentioned [you’d] known someone in college who had autism who was really smart and basically he just had this really great smile on his face and it led onto this discussion about how proud he is of his own autism and the things autistic people can do, and while there are crappy people there are some really great people too and he just-the look on his face every time I talked about [John] was just really freaking good. So-thank you. :)”

When I read that last message from her, I cried. I was sitting on my couch and just let the tears flow. To hear that, to hear how your work, how a character you’ve had in your head for years, has affected someone who lives with autism... It’s such a powerful feeling. I was completely overcome, because that is so important. 

Just yesterday, I was talking with another friend and we got into a discussion about John Mistin and how a follower on Tumblr told me her story about how John has impacted her and her brother, and my friend then told me that her own brother is on the spectrum, too. I’ve been hanging out with her family more and more recently, and she told me that ever since I’ve started coming over, he’s been calmer, and is interacting with them differently, and making goals for himself to follow through on, and that I’ve had a positive impact on him, too. Even just a few days ago, I showed him this book full of satellite imagery of the Earth, and he was absolutely fascinated by it, and he and I were just sitting at the table flipping through the pages, and he was telling me all these stories about stuff he loves doing and everything he’s interested in.

As she and I were having this discussion, I just started tearing-up right there. It’s just so overwhelming. I cannot express how important it is. I always say that my goal with my books is to inspire a love of space exploration and get people interested in the sciences, but never--NEVER--did I think that my stories would have this impact on the unsung-heroes, some of the best people you will ever meet if you just open yourself to them. Yes, it can sometimes be uncomfortable at first, but there is so much to discover, and so much to love about autism.

Even before my follower and my friend told me about their siblings, I’d already had John’s character-arc planned out. Yes, he has a big role as my books continue. Yes, you will see more of him, and you will continue seeing how good of a person he is, how devoted he is to his work, how genuine of a person he is. But now, even I am realizing how important John Mistin is outside of my books.

Representation matters. It matters because we are so numb to thinking that everyone is the same. That there are heroes and heroines and villains and friends and enemies.

We all have strengths and weaknesses, and none of us are magically good at everything. Sometimes the people we want to avoid at first are the best people we could ever meet. I didn’t write John because I needed diversity. I didn’t write John because I needed a stereotype “crazy” character. I wrote John because he is important to the story, because without him, my books literally would not be the same. And now I know he might be even more important to other people than he is to me.

[sawyernathan1991]

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