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why. am I so fucking sleepy
#'it's almost 11pm' that's nothing for me#ngl i think re writing the 'you aren't a dog' scene between crasso and cassio might have depleted my energy#it went through. four drafts. because it took me a million years to figure out how to get to the core of the conversation#and rearrange it in a way that has like. some kind of flow#i had to cut the line about pompeyo being a wild dog that dreams of being king bc ive given that line over to sulla/felix#instead it's crasso saying 'it's better to be partners' and cassio going 'so like you and pompeyo?' and crasso going#'yeah sure. but hopefully you'll be something better.'#(claps hands) sorry for your idealistic dreams for the upcoming generation crasso!#good thing you die before you see what happens
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extra self care routineâ.àłàż*:đŠ
this 8 step self care routine is meant to be super DUPER over the top but its intended more so to make u feel like the goddess that u are and to simply pamper, and spoil urself as u should...plus you'll smell like a cupcake after đ
warning, LONG post ahead but thats because i tried to be thorough and clear on the steps of this 8-step routine.âšđ§
STEP ONE ; ICING UR FACE
the benefits of facial icing include more radiant skin, helps with spider lines, and blemish control. if u wanna know more about icing ur face i recommend u read this.
but typically you'll fill up a bowl with some water and ice and dunk ur face in the ice in 60 second intervals (thats how i like to do it) or you take an ice cube and run that on ur skin.
STEP TWO ; OILING UR HAIR
i personally dont recommend oiling ur hair overnight, once u apply ur hair oil into ur hair let it sit for 30 minutes - 4 hours depending on how much time u have on ur hands, but if ur gonna do the 8 step self care ritual i would assume u had some time.
use the scalp massaging tool for blood flow to ur head and MASSAGE. imagine all of ur stress seeping out of ur body. it might sound strange, but when im doing this step i imagine myself rearranging and organizing my thoughts đ.
while ur doing this whole routine i recommend playing an affirmation tape in the background, or ur favorite playlist. đ§
STEP THREE ; MASKS
next i'll use a spray bottle and wet my hair before going in with my hair mask, and once thats in ur hair use the claw clip to keep ur hair up and out of ur face.
now its time for the facial mask and i recommend keeping kind of an ARSENAL of masks, whether its a liquid or clay mask or sheet masks just have them on u because i usually do face masks of any sort 1-2 times a week for my LUSTROUS glow.
while u have the hair and face masks in, its a good time to do some dry brushing to remove dead skin cells and improve blood circulation. some other masks that u can do to be EXTRA are lip masks and under eye masks.
STEP FOUR ; IN THE SHOWER
wash ur hair as you would usually do, use the body scrub before using a body wash that has similar tones to the body scrub (this is called scent layering) and while in the shower i recommend to do a shower meditation.
if y'all r interested i'll make a shower meditation guide and u can record ur own voice doing the meditation so u can use it âš
while ur in the shower make sure to be meticulous and take ur time while u wash ur body. do double cleansing so that u can ensure that you're squeaky clean.
now is also the time to shave if u like to do that and remember use a body scrub BEFORE u shave and once ur out of the shower to use a body oil to prevent ingrowns and to just have a smoother shave in general.
STEP FIVE ; OUT OF THE SHOWER
use ur body oil and ur body lotion, this kind of goes along with the before bed slugging notion which gives the SOFTEST most amazing skin in the morning so i highly recommend it.
HOT TIP FROM HONEY ; using a warmed up towel adds to the whole spa experience so i def recommend that, warming up towels/blankets/robes makes me feel so cozy and toasty đ§âš
the formula for before bed slugging is (body oil + body lotion + a thick body butter/cream)
STEP SIX ; REPAIR AND REPLENISH
once your out of the shower and youâve slugged ur body, use a leave in conditioner to repair and soothe damaged hair.
use a face milk
cuticle oil
nowâs the time to use pimple patches
and things of that nature in general
this ensures that ur being absolutely meticulous and replenishing ur body the proper way. taking care of ur base so that u can make it absolutely GLOW âš
STEP SEVEN ; FACIAL MASSAGE
use a gua sha and any other facial massage tools to help blood circulation and just be EXTRA. to sculpt ur face like the goddess you are.
facial massage stimulates blood circulation, promoting oxygen flow and nutrient delivery to the skin cells. facial massage helps to release the tension held in the facial muscles, alleviating stress lines and promoting a more youthful appearance.
AND if ur consistent with facial massage, you'll can enhance skin elasticity AND diminish fine lines.
STEP EIGHT ; YOGA AND STRETCHES
nothing feels better then massaging and stretching stiff limbs, especially if u have pains or aches in ur body. look up a follow along, super light, yoga routine or a stretching routine.
i think that a rly good stretch is the perfect way to end ur super duper over the top 8 step self care routine đđ
#honeytonedhottieâïž#becoming that girl#it girl#self care#that girl#it girl energy#self love#dream girl tips#dream girl#dream life#beauty#beauty tips#self care routine#self care regimen#beauty regimen#beauty rituals and routines#hyper femininity#girl blogging#doll#bratz doll#skincare#hair care#beauty products#doll handbook
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Can I request for some ben drowned or eyeless jack smut? Like he sees you in a short skirt and just looses his self-control?
Control(Eyeless Jack x Reader Smut)
Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Afab Reader
A/N: Of course! Here you gođ”đ Sorry, I took a long break from writing. College has been roughđ
Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, breeding and size kink heavily implied, degradation, afab reader, 18+, MDI
You're lifted up and down onto his cock at a pace that shouldn't be possible. The little skirt wrapped around your waist flows prettily against your hips as they bounce onto his thick shaft.
Jack's large hands grip your waist in a bruising grip, claws digging against your skin and threatening to break it. You're gasping and crying while he continues to use you as his personal flesh light. Your own fingers dig into his strong shoulders that flex underneath your touch, displaying the ripples of muscle he has. The grey skin on his back is scratched up by your own nails. Jack thrusts up into you particularly hard and you fall forward onto his broad chest.
Your poor cunt is so overstimulated that it almost hurts. It's the good kind of pain where you don't know whether you want it to stop or you want more.
"What's wrong Little One? Can't handle getting dicked down? This is what you deserve for wearing this tiny peice of fabric you call a fucking skirt" He grunts into your ear, his brown hair tickling your cheek as he licks a long line up the side of your neck with his monsterous black tongue. "And only a pair of panties underneath? You were begging me to bend you over" Jack chuckles before slamming you down onto your back. You yelp at the sudden change in position. He forces your thighs far apart. Your skirt flips upwards, exposing how your pussy grips his cock, folds slick with your own cum. He forces your thighs wide apart with his hands so that he can reach even deeper inside of you.
He hits impossibly deeper into your cunt, his pelvis hitting against your ass hard. Jack keeps your skirt bunched by your waist so that he can see you fully wrapped around his length. You're left a whimpering blubbering mess underneath him as the knot in your stomach tightens. Your walls twitch and clench down on him the closer you grow to your release. "That's right, take it" He groans while slamming into you harder and faster with each thrust. The pads of his fingers rub against your clit in a circular motion.
Your eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as hot white pleasure bursts inside of you. Your thighs tremble in his hold. With one last rut of his hips, he buries his cock as deep as he can inside of you and fills you with his cum. You can feel the warmth seeping into your womb. There's so much of it dribbles down your folds and to your inner thighs. You slightly shift and whimper at feeling so full as he continues to pump load after load out of his length and into your pussy.
He thrusts into you hard, but slow to fuck his cum into you. You're left whining and clawing at his strong back. "You know better than to tease me" He growls and looks down to stare at where you're connected to him. You nod your head with a whimper and mutter a quick sorry. He slowly pulls all the way out until the tip is the only thing keeping your folds spread open and admires how his cum oozes from your cunt before pushing back in all the way inch by inch. "You wanted my attention, you'll have it all night long" He hisses from above you. Your trembling, tears covering your face and skin heated. And despite your crying, he starts to pound into you again. You knew wearing the new skirt you bought would rile him up, but as you're getting your guts rearranged you can't help to think you didn't know he'd enjoy the peice of fabric this much.
#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#eyeless jack smut#eyeless jack#eyeless jack x y/n#smut#eyeless jack x reader
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đ i guess it's because there's an event happening and that's why he's on my mind, but i've been thinking about sexual tension and some angst with Lucifer
[NSFW, minors DNI. GN reader, unrequited feelings(?), casual sex, getting caught. Maybe alluding to some angry/jealous sex, possible dubcon at the end?? This is....wayyyy longer than intended/accidental ficlet]
Like just imagining really coming to be attracted to him. Emotionally attracted because he's responsible and serious and intelligent, and then has his sweet and romantic moments that seem like they're only for you. And physically, he has every reason to be the Avatar of Pride. He's probably one of, if not the most, gorgeous men you've ever laid eyes on. Those intense ruby red eyes, broad shoulders, skilled hands that produced both gorgeous handwriting as well as wonderful piano music.
It comes to the point that you can't make eye contact with him or you know you'll get flustered. Starting to get distracted by thinking about what he'd be like as a lover, as a boyfriend. Slight touches are enough to send your daydreams on a journey. But knowing he likely doesn't like you that way, that the feelings aren't returned. And anyway, the plan is to eventually return to the human world, right? Is it worth getting into a relationship now, just to separate so soon down the road? But rather than deal with the rejection and heartache, just swallowing those feelings down and trying to move on with your life.
Of course, amidst the inner turmoil going on in your heart, you didn't expect to get involved with Lord Diavolo instead, the prince approaching you with the most unexpected offer that you decided to accept, perhaps against your better judgment.
It wasn't anything serious, definitely just a fling, simply responding to mutual attraction and a mutual desire for some stress relief. Honestly, it happened rather suddenly, a curious kiss after a meeting quickly evolving into more, but once it started, it was easy to just go with the flow, taking your moments alone to indulge and just release that tension. You reasoned it was both a good way to forget your feelings and still enjoy some kind of attention, and thankfully he was an excellent lover.
However, you had to admit to yourself that, as gorgeous and skilled as the devil prince was, you'd be lying if your mind didn't seem to wander off more often than not to a certain red-eyed devil. Even as Diavolo worked to rearrange your guts over his office desk, risking any documents he decidedly abandoned in pursuit of... greater pleasures, even as his golden eyes burned into you and he devoted himself to learning your favorite spots, your mind still went back to Lucifer.
If Diavolo knew that your heart was elsewhere, he didn't mention it. You were an adult and you weren't dating each other, he had no right to question it regardless. And as the heir to the throne, he had other things to focus on anyway. The whole point of the fling was something simple, pleasurable, and the less you two thought about feelings and regrets, the better.
Of course, assumptions can often be your undoing.
During one such beneficial "meeting" between you and the prince, your hands were graspingâ broad shoulders, the desk, his hair, whatever was closestâ as you tried to hold on for dear life. Something had seemed to really get under his skin lately, so he was working on releasing all his stress into you instead, his desk at risk of breaking, based on the amount of creaking that could be heard. His large cock bullying its way into your body repeatedly and pressing up against a particularly sensitive spot inside was driving you close to climax, and the overwhelming pleasure was driving any coherent thoughts from your mind.
The volume of the room was loud and only getting louder by the second, a sinful symphony of pants and grunts, rhythmic wood creaking, and the wet slap of Diavolo's balls against your ass. Thus, it was no wonder neither of you heard the approaching footsteps, or at least, couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind. Diavolo adjusted his grip on your hips at the last second, really driving his cock home inside you, and you could feel the band about to snap.
Just before you could go over that delicious precipice, the door to Diavolo's office opened, and your head whipped around to see the intruder. Of all the people it could have been, you should have known there was equal chances of being walked in by Lucifer as there was Barbatos. And yet, seeing him there still froze you to the spot as his eyes met yours.
Or rather, it would have. But Diavolo made one more thrust, the thick head of his dick pressing the sweetest little spot inside, and it was enough for the band to finally snap. In what felt like ages but was all within the span of a second, everything came crashing down. Your body tightened before releasing all at once, spasming in Diavolo's hold as you couldn't help but release a cry. The feel of your hole tightening around him dragged him into climax with you, and he seated himself deep inside before filling you with his cum.
What would have been an otherwise heavenly, earth-shattering orgasm was short-lived, as the horror of what happened quickly dissolved any remaining pleasure. You pushed against Diavolo's chest, trying to get him to move, to at least pull out of you, so you could pull yourself together and try to explain-- explain what, exactly? You weren't even sure, and it wasn't like Lucifer didn't just see you cum on his boss' dick just a minute ago, and in fact were still stuffed with it atop his desk.
You couldn't read the expression on his face, and didn't get much chance to explain anything before Lucifer apologized for interrupting and left.
It's days before you can speak to Lucifer again, practically cornering him in his office despite how hard your heart is pounding and how much you want to run away. You're expecting many different reactions: disappointment, shaming, anger, perhaps even indifference. But when Lucifer finally snaps, what initially seems like anger seems to morph into what is instead... jealousy? Questioning you on when your relationship with Diavolo started, how long you two have been fucking, if there's anyone else you're riding like a whore besides the prince.
You can't help the way your face burns when he spits out that word, "whore", but there's no time to attempt a defense before Lucifer is pushing you over his desk, a hand grasping your hip so hard you might bruise, the other yanking your hair to look back at him. The look in his eyes then blows you away, equal parts desire and anger swirling in those bloody depths. You'd ask him what he's going to do, but the solid length pressing against your backside is answer enough. Despite the shame hanging over you, you can't help the part of you that's thrilled that he wants you like that, even if it was happening for all the wrong reasons. But as the sound of a belt unbuckling caught your ears, you accepted your punishment and just hoped there'd be time later to truly confront each other.
#lucifer x reader#diavolo x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me smut#obey me angst#lucifer thirsts#obey me diavolo#obey me shall we date#spicy minx đ„
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are you willing to share the details on tdt! zhan tiri
behold my incomprehensible diagram!
um. after v9 i lost all sense of restraint, on the grounds that the blacksmith is an aspect of the tree and therefore the tree reasonably might have other aspects, and then there were four, and then there were twelve. lmao. (the artisan is the blacksmithâsheâs depicted as a wood carver and lewis called her âthe lively carpenter,â so i figured sheâd give herself a more nonspecific name.)
because i am also shaking heraclitus between my teeth like a terrier with a rat, Only One ever exists at a time; the tree is always becoming itself and its aspects shift and flow and transform into each other. in various directions and by varied means. ANYWAY,
those quartets (was/is/will-be) are not temporal categories but rather (copying straight from my lore notes here):
Presiding over forethought and remembrance, the Was concerns itself with what may be known: prophesy before, and memory after, for Time is the circle which remembers itself. It would be a mistake to say that the Is presides over, because the Is does not rule; but it might preside at the choosings, the turnings, the changings, and so the Is circumnavigates the Soul. Some things do not changeâsome things can never be changedâand over what is unchanging and unchangeable, the Will-Be presides: over strife, over hunger, over graspings, over flux.
was is about the flow of time and knowledge, is concerns action and choice, and will-be are manifestations of inevitabilityâthings that Always Are. if you are uh. familiar with bitter snow zhan tiri iâm sure you can guess where she GoesâŠ
The Reaper, called the Sitient Thorn and the Black Vulture and the Flower-Maker and the Goat-With-One-Thousand-Teeth and the Lady-of-Wilds and the King-of-Beastsâfor she has been known by many names in many placesâappears however she pleases, and it pleases her to change. Her fur and feathers are oil-dark; she crowns herself with the coal-black horns of a ram; her eyes glitter green; she reeks of vegetable rot and brine. Her true name, if she has one, might be the Wrathful Sky. All things want. Her season is Spring.
she isâas in bitter snow lmaoâa little unusual in that sheâs not a quote-unquote true aspect of the tree but rather something hungry that came from somewhere else, from the dark country which is nowhere. it is ESSENTIAL FOR HER CHARACTER that sheâs a strangler fig. always. so she is kind of a quasi-parasitic trespasser into this Situation but also, in the same way that real stranglers protect their living host trees from being uprooted by storms, not an adversarial one necessarily.
what that means in practical terms is the reaper is the exception to a lot of the, for lack of a better word, ârulesâ that define the treeâs nature. in her aspect as an aspect of the tree, she takes on its nature; when she isnât manifest within the tree, though, she exists outside and independent of it. so she can, for example, go for walkies in the backyard
by which i mean remnant. lmao
on remnant, the reaper is the god of animals. she didnât make the fauni but once they came to be she decided she liked them Best and has favored them ever since. many, but not all, fauni receive her blessing, which (like that of the brothers) confers a magical gift, specifically a form of shapeshifting.
NOT like what the branwens can doâmore in the vein of âcultivatingâ the animal-like traits you already have as a faunus, so if (for example) you were born with shark teeth you might learn to rearrange your respiratory anatomy and grow gills, or give yourself sharklike skin. this can be done in a way that is permanent (this is called âripeningâ) or not (âborrowingâ). most fauni who learn mix and match a bit (and there are different formal âpathsâ that combine techniques in different proportions and intensities).
the gift itself is called khime and the practice is khimancy; humans often misunderstand khimancy as sort of a fauni tradition combining auralerie and konurgy (dust-magic) into a single art, but that is. um. Wrong.
(it is possible for master khimancers to fully turn themselves into an animal, but it takes a lot of dedication and many years of training to get there. the ones who get there are called turnskins and theyâre rare, like on the level of silver-eyes rare.)
anyway the Reason not every fauni in the world receives khime is she only gives it to the ones who ask. asking is Really Simpleâjust a small ritual to get her attention, though the specifics vary a lot between different sectsâand in many fauni cultures itâs seen as a rite of passage marking the end of oneâs childhood. but because itâs a religious practice specific to khimerism, obviously not everyone Does It.
conversely, it isnât Just For Fauni in the sense that a human could petition the reaper for her gift if they so chose, and she might say yes. for all intents and purposes this is Converting To Khimerism and under khimeric law makes you a faunusâalthough it wonât cause a physical alteration right away, there is a process for revealing your true form.
this is PRETTY RARE but not unheard of. thereâs a handful of fauni folk heroes who are said to have been born human and either left in the wilderness as infants and being saved by fauni parents or outcast from human society and turning to the god of animals for solace; mythically speaking, the idea is that, just as the god of animals offered their gift to some humans who refused, perhaps there might be a very few humans whom they missed, or who werenât born at the right time, and such people will find their own path to where they truly belong.
(IN CASE IT ISNâT OBVIOUS iâve chosen to veer off the âracism allegoryâ angle by leaning into the religious aspect of fauni identity; the narrative in âthe shallow seaâ is essentially âwe are our godâs chosen people and through this covenant we were changedâ soâin the context of TDT where the god of animals and their shape-changing magic is realâif one chooses to convert and accept that covenant one can become a faunus. the reverse however isnât true: one can leave the religion and relinquish the gift, but that doesnât get rid of the fauni traits. nothing is erased, nothing forgotten.)
salem knows about her. (her opinion is chiefly âstop. trying. to eat. my. grimm.â they have tea sometimes itâs complicated.) ozpin thinks the god of animals is a myth, if a curiously persistent one. and the reaper is also like⊠at least half of remnantâs cryptids because when sheâs out for walkies in the backyard most of the time she does it as a horrible mishmash Creature. when fauni characters say the Lady or the King theyâre talking about her. she is both the Lady and the King because she doesnât know what a gender is (and at this point sheâs too afraid to ask) and she picks her pronouns on the basis of âiâll have what my friend is having :)â
the god of light. HATES HER. she crawled in through the jabberwalker (no relation to the walker) (theophoric name) and latched onto the tree before the brothers could Get Rid of her and then made herself part of the tree Somehow!!! (you are what you eat) so now she just exists outside of his power.
(the brothers were both actually far more powerful than the tree when they left the ever after, because the tree is a passive force, it cannot act outside of itself, but the brothers had no power over the tree. so the reaper canât overrule the god of light on his ultimatumâalthough sheâd like toâbut he canât do anything to stop her from going for walkies. he just seethes impotently.)
#time does this#she identifies as a menace.#and doesnât have a Significant role in the story herself itâs just a handful of major characters worship her lmao
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Pairing: Reader x Yunho
Word count: 896
Genre: Fluff | Slice of life | Non-idol AU
Your casual relationship with Yunho is more comfortable than you thought
Warnings: Implied sex | Implied alcohol | Mentions of pegging
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âAre you serious?â you laugh when you sit up.Â
âWhat?â Yunho glances at you with the corners of his lips lifted slightly. His attention is quickly brought back to his PC when he hears the game loading up.Â
âIs this what you do with all of your fuck buddies?â you joke as you slip your hoodie over your head.Â
âNah,â he hums, âyouâre the only one Iâm comfortable enough to actually keep in my room overnight.âÂ
âAww, how sweet,â you say teasingly, climbing out of bed and dragging yourself over to Yunhoâs desk where you stand behind his chair as your arms sling around his neck.Â
Youâve known each other for a few months. Your friend circles kinda overlap with the help of Wooyungâwho has almost a billion more circles than you and Yunho combinedâand you were only âjust friendsâ until one fateful night on a trip with your friends where you were both forced to share a bedroom after Wooyoung had passed out drunk in the living room while the only other two bedrooms that were open had been a little too occupied by your friends for either of you to want to be in.Â
Despite the option of the living room floor being open, Yunho felt bad and tried to get you to switch.Â
Which only made you feel bad, so somehow the option of sharing the same bed seemed to be the best one.
And when youâre both so close to each other, one thing led to another, which then led to you two fucking until the sun rose.Â
Itâs become a regular occurrence for either of you to be in each othersâ apartments, but tonight, you find yourself watching as Yunho starts up his game right after trying to rearrange your insides.Â
âHm, if youâre hungry, I have some leftovers from dinner,â Yunho says as he raises his head to look you in the eyes.Â
âOh?âÂ
He nods and turns his head back down to face his monitor just as the match starts.Â
âItâs justâuhmâchicken fried rice. I was too lazy to actually make anything else.â His voice slowly turns into a mutter the more he focuses. âFelt like I was wasting money on food, so I learned how to cook.âÂ
âDid you?â You let out an exaggerated gasp and lean back, smiling slightly in surprise. âAnd I thought Jeong Yunho refused to learn how to cook because daddyâs always putting money in your account.âÂ
âYeah, then I realised that I liked the idea of being a male wife,â Yunho snorts.Â
âI never pegged you as the domestic kind,â you comment as you make your way to the fridge of his little studio apartment.Â
âUhh, you have pegged me, in fact, but yeah. Neither did I,â he laughs. You laugh as well, opening the door and pulling out the first container that looks like thereâs rice inside.Â
âIâll heat some up for you, too.âÂ
Yunho hums back an âokayâ, but doesnât fully turn to look at you.Â
Silence fills the air, aside from the clicking from his mouse and keyboard and the sound of the game flowing out of his headphones that heâs moved to hang around his neck.Â
Thereâs always been this unspoken comfort that the two of you share when youâre alone and neither you nor Yunho usually think about it. Itâs familiar and itâs comfortable; vulnerable. Almost as if the both of you share the same understanding that this is a space that you need.Â
So, you continue your synchronised movement as Yunho continues on with the match and you microwave his leftovers until youâre sitting at his tiny, squared, dining table and he finally stands with his headphones hanging off of the side of his black desk.Â
He joins you almost wordlessly, the two of you eating âsupperâ in silence while you scroll through Instagram and Yunho watches some videos on his phone.Â
Only in this moment do you realise just how comfortable you are. Admittedly, you had stopped sleeping with other people after a few months of the âagreementâ that you had come to with Yunho, and it seems thatâdespite joking about his other buddiesâhe has, too.Â
And youâd be lying if you said Yunho also exists as a reminder all over. The park hold ghosts of you and him running away from the swans, cafes; wisps of him handing you his black card to pay for whatever you wantedâyouâve been spending a lot of time together recently.Â
Maybe your heart holds something else for him, you wonder for a moment.Â
But you ignore the thought and return to your phone screen, scooping another spoonful of rice into your mouth as you find another reel that keeps you preoccupied.Â
âHey.âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
âWanna try dating?â
Movements halted, your eyes flit to meet Yunhoâs and heâs staring at you with nothing but pure curiosity in his eyes.Â
And⊠is that⊠adoration?
Admiration?
You feel shock running through your veins, but itâs not a bad feeling. Instead, youâre filled with a sense of warmth.Â
And what you think youâve completely missed is the fact that the conversation wonât make anything change because you and Yunho are already in this place.Â
So, instead of any kind of uncertainty or fear, you feel like itâs⊠only natural.Â
And you nod, âokay.â
Before you return to your own devices as usual.Â
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez drabbles#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#ateez x reader#ateez x you#jeong yunho#jeong yunho imagines#jeong yunho drabbles#jeong yunho scenarios#jeong yunho fluff#jeong yunho x reader#jeong yunho x you#yunho#yunho imagines#yunho drabbles#yunho scenarios#yunho fluff#yunho x reader#yunho x you
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Huma Soulmark AU â„
About 2,7k words about everyoneâs favourite pirates â„
In the unholy hours of the morning, after the last has-beens fell unconscious and before the kids will need to be kicked out to school, Uma creeps into her mother's lair.
The placeâs dark and half-flooded, the only decorations the empty jars her mother so treasures; she shows off some of them in the restaurant, too, above the counter. As if they were anything to look at.
Uma ignores these, anyway, carefully stepping into the water and trying not to disturb it too much.Â
She shudders when something touches her legs: âSssh,â she hums to the empty space, bending down to glaze her fingers over her motherâs pets, âItâs me, Uma. Iâll be just a minute, in and out. Just need to look at something, yeah?â
She is not sure how much Flotsam and Jetsam understand her, really, but they cling to her legs as she wades through the water. It's better that way, they canÊŒt go nag to Ursula like this.
If Ursula knew⊠Well, Uma cannot imagine she'd be all too happy. She'd throw her out, at the very least, tell her to sneak better next time. And Uma, well, she doesn't want to wait for a next time.
It's been two weeks already, two weeks from her birthday â or at least the day Ursula told her she was born, but Uma figured better safe than sorry, right? So rather, it's been almost a month, as Ursula's account of time has never been the best as far as Uma remembers, unless it's to track her shifts at the shoppe.
It's been almost a month since she's touched another person, and she feels like she's going crazy.
She turns around just to glare at the gloves and the heavy jacket she left by the door and pets the eels again. Evil, look at her now: Itâs been a month and here she is, petting carnivorous eels as if they were her best friends.
A month more, and they might actually be.
And thatâs not even getting into it â her crew, Harryâ Uma breathes in sharply as she remembers him, and something inside of her chest hurts, just where the heart should be. (Too bad she doesnât have one, right? Villains donât.)
She comes to the submerged treasure chest and opens it carefully: No sound escapes, but waves ripple through the water
She rearranges the stuff inside, putting her motherâs grimoire on the top, though she doesnât dare lift it over the water: Gods know the thing might just disintegrate at the contact with the air. She flips through the book, to the page of contents and runs her pointer finger along the numbers, and, there.
Page thirty five. Show-thee-thy-Soulmate Solution.
The name rings at least five different warning bells in her head, two of them related to the word âsoulmateâ and another just screaming one name over and over. She ignores all of these, reading the words flowing in her motherâs best dramatic script.
Speaking of her motherâ âStupid girl!â she says, looming in the entryway but moving to her way to quickly, âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing,â Uma attempts to shield the sight of the book by her body and flexes her muscles, preparing for the hit of tentacles.
It doesnât come, though the tentacles do close around her body â hard, hard enough to bruise â and move her aside. Ursula towers over her, peers into the treasure chest, at the wide-open grimoire.
âStupid girl,â she says again, âThatâs the version for the customers,â she spits that out as an insult. âWhat were you thinking? Did I teach you nothing?!â
Uma supposes she wasnât thinking all that much. Kind of hard, to think clearly, when the only thing on your mind is the alarm of not being allowed to touch those closest to you ever again. Not to name anyone thoughâ
The tentacles around her pulse for a moment, and Ursula speaks again: âI suppose itâd be too much to hope you got your wits together and plan to sell that to the other little Villains out there?â she sighs dramatically.
Uma can only nod.
Her mother finally releases her and Uma breathes in in relief.
âAnd youâre not gonna kill him, your soulmate is too much of an asset.â
It takes Uma a moment to register what her mother just said.
âIâ What?!â she sputters, âYou know who my soulmate is? Why wouldnât you tell me?!â
Her mother just flicks around her tentacles carelessly and Uma ducks.
âBut where would be the fun in that?â
âSo who is it? Is itââ
âIâm not telling you,â Ursula cuts her off before she can finish the sentence and flips through the book, looks for something in the chest.
Of course she isnât telling her. Thatâd be too easy. And where would be the fun in that?
So Uma supposes sheâll have to come back later then, get her head straight on her shoulders meanwhile. Just one last question though:
âHow did you know?â
Her mother gives her a look and curls her tentacles around to carve out an imposing figure of legends. âThey call me Ursula the Soulstealer, child,â she says, âI have my ways. Now do make yourself useful and carry these jars to the restaurant, yes?â She points at something in the chest and turns around.
Walks away.
Uma looks after her in disbelief before rushing to the chest and looking for the jars in question. Butâ atop of them lies the still open grimoire.
This page is written in much less fancy script and in short, informative sentences, with practical notes in the margins: Uma reads it fast, with wide eyes, and then pours over it again. She commits it to her memory.
âWell?â her motherâs voice disturbs her thoughts, âHurry up!â
Uma hastily grabs some jars and balances them in her hands: âComing!â she calls out.
Now she only has to sneak out, get all the ingredients, hope that the Barrier wonât fuck with the effects too much, and convince Harry to trust her and do this.
Easy.
And to her surprise, it is easy enough: One visit to the Arachneum and few afternoons later, she is in her cabin on Lost Revenge, putting finishing touches to the, um, potion? It looks more like an ointment.
Kind off. Sort off.
Itâs hard to tell, under the water: she filled a basinet with saltwater, not wanting to detriment the effects any more by preparing it on-land completely. No one questioned this, as Harry no one has entered her cabin for over a month.
There: The last ingredient, if it can be called that: Uma sinks her face underwater and starts singing the chant she memorised. Just two lines, but they come out jumbled, and the bubbles of her breath stir within the mixture. It pulls together. She hopes it does.
Not wanting to waste any more time, she grabs the finished mixture and spreads it under her eyelids; her eyes close involuntary at the unfamiliar sensation.
It doesnât matter, though.
It is done.
Gasping, Uma pulls above the surface again, and lets the water droplets fall all around her.
Her eyes still pulse in dull pain, but she forces herself to open them anyway and hurries to the mirror.
Now, it is too late to double-guess her judgement and Ursulaâs willingness to cripple her best and least paid employee, but she checks her reflection all the same. It hadnât changed. Much.
There is now a shimmery sheen over her eyes and if she looks carefully enough, she sees, well, <i>something</i> under her skin, and just maybe, when she looks at herself but not into the mirror, she can more guess than see the same swirling somethings trying to reach out.
That must be it, then.
A bit underwhelming, if you ask her, but itâll do. Itâll have to.
She stops gawking at herself, dries off her face and hands and walks on-deck, only to freeze barely out of the doors.
Well, fuck.
Turns out that her own soul and the souls of her crew look nothing alike.
And that she had greatly underestimated how hard this is gonna be.
She closes her eyes to escape from the unfamiliar, if beautiful, onslaught of vibrant colours swirling around and trying to reach out to one another, stretching wide with no regard to physical barriers or her senses.
She forgot her jacket and her gloves anyway.
Yes, that is the excuse she is going with to go back to her cabin.
She grabs them from the mirror by the door and left with no excuse, she exits on board again.
âHarry!â she calls out for her first mate. He appears in front of her as if from thin air, though that is likely because the deck is oh-so overwhelming to navigate now, what with all these people. What with all their souls longing for connection to anyone who will have them and the one or ones that will get them more than anyone. That will be their One True Love, as theyâd say in Auradon. Their success or their downfall, as her mother would whisper when she thought no one was listening.
Uma closes her eyes for less than a heartbeat to brace herself and looks at Harry: The book was right. She knows what to look for when she sees it.
She knows that she is looking at her soulmate.
âAre you okay?â he asks quietly, his hand reaching out and hovering close to her but never touching, his soul reaching towards hers.
âYou donât look too good.â
âWell, thanks, Hook,â she manages to choke out. She tries to find his familiar blue eyes in the unfamiliar mess that has become her word now.
She manages to make out his blush, too.
âNo, not like thatââ he backtracks swiftly, âI mean, are you sure youâre okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to sit down? Uma, you look like the damsels in the soap operas right before they faintââ
She does feel a bit dizzy, but not lightheaded, and she knows her body enough to know sheâs not gonna faint. That would be embarrassing.
Sheâd faint and heâd catch her, imagine what a mark would that be.
âIâm okay,â she reassures him and then she decides: âCome inside.â
He follows her without hesitation and shuts the door behind them, his eyes never leaving her.
He stays standing in front of the door and Uma keeps looking anywhere but at him â fine, she tries to. She always ends up looking at him anyway.
âWhat did you want, Captain?â he asks finally, shattering the silence.Â
Uma gulps heavily at the distance that is in his words and at the fact that he isnât right next to her.
âHarry,â she says, just to say something.
âYes?â
There is a thousand things she could say, but the words that actually leave her mouth?
âI think I did something stupid,â she says quietly. She leans on the edge of her desk and Harry steps just a bit closer.
âOh?â
She gestures for him to come closer yet and to give her his hand: he does so without protest, though she isnât wearing any gloves or even a jacket. She gently runs her fingertips over the seams of his once-white gloves as she starts speaking:
âYeah,â she breathes out and shuts her eyes, âI think youâre my soulmate. I made one of my Maâs potions, you see, andâŠ,â she goes on for few more sentences before she stops, realising how still and quiet he is.
She looks at him and he is just. There. Looking at her with slightly open mouth, his soul in uproar all around them â hers probably too, just much harder to see.
âYou think Iâm your soulmate?â he repeats softly. He leaves his hand where it is, in hers.
She realises he probably didnât hear a single thing beyond that.
âYes,â she confirms anyway.
Now he takes his hand away and Uma tries not to think about it too much. She knew there wasâ she knew he could reject her. Not hurt her, never, but leave herâ
âWell, do you want to know for sure?â
She looks at him in surprise: His lips quirked in a smirk â smile â and he has removed his gloves while she was lost in her own head.
âUma?â
âYes,â she answers. Yes, she does want to know. Thatâs why she did all of this, right? Maybe they can get a small mark thatâs easy to conceal, keep wearing glovesâ
She reaches out towards him.
He flinches his hand quickly and just as quickly speaks, so quickly she doesnât have time to linger on his gesture.
âUma!â he protests, his eyes shining so brightly through the swirled mess of souls around, âI want a better mark! I want to show it off!â
âShow it off,â she repeats blankly.
âYes!â
She thinks his eyes turned a little bit manic; she is still a little bit surprised when he kneels in front of her.
âShow it off. I want everyone to know that Iâm your soulmate, Uma.â
Oh, who is she kidding. Itâs not gonna be a small, easy to conceal mark.
âIf thatâs what you want,â she smiles at him.Â
He just hums at her in response, yes, he does want that, but:
âBut if you really donât wanna, Uma, we do your thing. Youâre the Captain.â
He reaches out and immediately retracts when he realises what he is doing, leaving the choice to her.
But, you see, she doesnât think she could say no to him right now.
She hovers her hand close, so torturously fucking <i>close</i>, as she assures: âItâs fine.â There is something about the thought of Harry clearly marked as hers that sounds deeply appealing to her.
âItâs fine.â
âAre you gonna mark my face, Uma?â
âYou wouldnât mindâŠ?â she adds the question as an afterthought.
âNot at all.â
Still, she makes no move, hesitant to break the taboo that the Isle society holds so dear. But what is Isle society to her? Why should she care?
âUma, please.â
She brings her hand to him yet, she can now barely see it over the storm that his soul is creating.
Closer yet.
In the next heartbeat, Harry moves: He captures her hand with his, brings it to his cheek, presses his lips to her pulse point, all in one dizzyingly fast movement.
It is Umaâs time to freeze.
The space around them comes to a standstill as he pulls away just enough to show his now-stained lips.
Uma, he forms soundlessly.
She sinks down to him. He lets go of her and she slowly pulls away her hand, looking at the colour now coating it from both sides, almost matching blood in the tone. She doesnât say anything as she hugs him for the first time in over a month.
He just hugs her, too, silent until he whispers her name into her hair in a tone so completely awestruck that it almost makes Uma cry. He just holds her tighter.
She doesnât know how long it is when she finally speaks again: âHarry, I still did a stupid thing. My momâs potion: I can see souls now. Itâs so confusing â thatâs why I looked so off on the deck.â
He doesnât let go of her. She doesnât think he will any time soon.
âIs that why your eyes were so weird?â he asks.
âWeird?â
You see, she could get up and look into the mirror again, but she simply isnât doing that now.
âYeah. Looked like your motherâs. Like there was some glittery sheen over it. You wear it better though.â He smiles as he says that, she can hear it in his voice. She pulls away a bit.
âHmm, definitely,â he says as he looks at her, âYou look so pretty, darling. I can tell you that now, right?â
Yes, yes he can. Now, at least: Later, in public? She might have to think that through yet.
âAnd I can stay here with you until it goes away,â he adds, since magic doesnât last on the Isle of the Lost, âOr until you get used to it.â (Since soulmates shouldnât really exist on the Isle either, so who knows?)
She hugs him again.
âStay.â
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As a fan of D&D and animated shows, have you been keeping up with the legend of vox machina?
Yea! I haven't seen the very latest episode yet but I've watched the first five.
I continue to enjoy how it's treating the original game as a first draft and doing some rearrangements in the adaptation to improve pacing, flow, and general sense-making - like how Vax's extremely busted Boots of Speed have been integrated into the functionality of his god-champion-artifact armor, and why they changed Vex's near-death experience last season to Keyleth taking the bullet for her because Vex's actual-death experience this season was going to be very important story-wise but mechanically played out very similarly to the first one (one-shotted by dark magic in an area that suppresses magical healing) and having it happen twice would've weakened the impact. Personally I think in an ideal world we'd be getting a lot more time per season to let the characters breathe - the pacing of the original series is frankly very slow, bordering on unwatchable for certain attention spans, but the pacing of this season is kinda breakneck in comparison and characters are getting big upgrades and moments of revelation quite often, which isn't bad but feels like it could have a little more punch if they had a longer windup. Still, that's the nature of the level-based beast and it's not a complaint, just a little tickle in the back of my head.
The animation continues to be gorgeous, and while the 2D-3D blending of the visuals feels a little weird sometimes, I think it works in-story that the 3D-rendered dragons look very different to everyone around them, since it makes them feel more otherworldly and terrifying. I also like that they don't really look like their Official D&D Counterparts, and the way they've respec'd their breath weapons into things like "wings constantly leaking acid" is really neat.
I also think the way they've shifted the magic system is very interesting. D&D has extremely hard-magic rules on who can cast what spells at what time based on what they know or have prepared. The show dials that way back and treats it a little more hand-wavey, though they'll still hint at the spell slot system with casters being like "sorry I'm out of juice" or "I think I can only do it once a day" which is cute. But this shift to a softer magic system does mean the more versatile casters, mostly Keyleth, seem like they can kind of just do anything depending on the needs of the scene - which is obviously not what is mechanically happening, but because we can't see her spell list or class features it's kind of what it feels like. She has all the standard element-manipulation and druid shapeshifting/treehugging stuff, but we also see her bust out the power of the sun and turn into a giant fire monster, which doesn't feel quite as connected to the rest of her powerset - it makes sense if you squint, but in the moment there's a little lurch of "where did THAT come from?" Now that's not bad writing on the show's part, it's a holdover from the inconsistency of D&D's spell lists. It DOES feel weird that a wind magic specialist could cast Sunbeam just because they hit level 11. Narratively what this indicates is that Keyleth is frankly ridiculously reality-warpingly powerful and doesn't really know her own strength yet, which is top-notch characterization and very consistently demonstrated in-show, but it does invite that one storytelling bugaboo of "how are the heroes gonna solve this one? âŠâŠâŠâŠmagic." It's subletting a townhouse in the suburbs of The Power Was Within You All Along.
Overall really liking it so far!
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Hey folks! My little corner of the internet has been getting a lot of attention lately, so I'll start by saying I appreciate everyone who is leaving comments across here and Bluesky, and to the folks who have been asking me about my experiences. It's rewarding to be able to chat with folks about a trans experience they aren't familiar with, and even to help others on their own journeys. So, thanks <3
I do get a handful of questions more than others though, and I know that not everybody is going to feel comfortable reaching out privately to ask stuff, or will have the time to go through my archive of blog posts to find an answer to what they may be curious about it. To that end, I've decided to write a FAQ about my experience with my gender identity and with my gender affirming surgery. This is a living document and will be updated as we go.
1: WHAT SURGERY DID YOU GET?
I opted for penile-inversion full-depth vaginoplasty, and saw Dr. Brassard at GRS Montreal for the procedure. My care at their site was suberb, and I have absolutely no regrets!
2: ARE YOU ON ANY HORMONES?
Yup! I take testosterone injections once a week. I have no plans to begin estrogen or any other feminizing hormones. The testosterone is to maintain my masculine gender presentation and keep my bones healthy.
3: WHAT IS YOUR BMI?
At the time of surgery my BMI was 37. GRS Montreal had a cap of 40, although most other places hover around 35. Check with your surgical team if they have any BMI or weight restrictions!
4: ARE YOU A TRANS MAN?
Nope! I was assigned male at birth. I used to call myself an AMAB trans masc, and while I think it's still a useful label to describe my experiences, it is (ahem) a touch controversial. I try to avoid introducing myself that way now and opt for simply nonbinary instead.
5: WHY DID YOU GET BOTTOM SURGERY?
For as long as I can remember I hated my penis and testes. They were in the way, they looked so strange being affixed to me, and having/seeing the buldge they created in my pants made me feel like such a creep. Growing up girls made me jealous because they had vulvas, and when I learned what trans men were in my late teens that envy intensified because they essentially had my dream body; a man with a pussy. I was well on my way to thirty before I realized what I was experiencing was dysphoria, and learning that I could do something about it without being femme was an incredible relief. It's easily been the best decision I've ever made.
6: WHAT DOES SEX AND MASTURBATION FEEL LIKE?
I dunno about sex just yet, but I can tell you with confidence that being penetrated with a dildo feels amazing! And don't even get me started on clitoral stimulation, holy shit. It's like everything that isn't your body just vanishes. You become a vessel for sexual pleasure. My penis never made me feel like that, and I don't miss it.
7: CAN YOU ORGASM?
Yup! I feel the same muscles contract that I did when I had a penis, only now it's focused on a smaller area due to how those muscles were rearranged during the surgery. I don't always cum, but when I do it's much thinner than it was with my penis, and doesn't rocket out of me like it used it. Instead it kind of flows out like a river.
8: WHAT WERE THE STEPS TO GET BOOKED FOR SURGERY?
I had to obtain a single surgical readiness assessment (basic informed consent stuff) in addition to getting everything okayed health-wise by my general practitioner and my surgery team. Once the assessment was sent in, my surgical team got in touch and a few back and forth phone calls later I was booked!
Some countries and clinics have different requirements, so this might be universal to your experience. Double check what you need to acquire before making any appointments!
9: WERE YOU ON HORMONES BEFORE SURGERY?
Nope! The new WPATH standards indicate that it's no longer a strict requirement, but having said that some countries and clinics are still picky about it. Double check what those requirements may be for your region before booking anything!
10: WHAT WAS RECOVERY LIKE?
Sucked! A lot! People heal in different ways and I am not remotely qualified to tell people how to avoid or mitigate pain. If you've ever had an invasive surgery before I'd wager it'd be comparable, but that's a question better geared toward your regular doctor.
11: DO YOU STILL DILATE?
Not only do I still dilate, I will have to dilate for the rest of my life. It's not comfortable per se, but the more you heal the easier it gets and the less often you have to do it. It genuinely isn't as big a downside as people think.
12: WHAT KIND OF BOTTOM SURGERY SHOULD I GET?
If you have to ask that means you're not sure if you want this, so the answer is none of them. At least for now. Take the time to unpack why you're considering lower surgery, and see a gender-affirming therapist who can help guide you. While the regret rate for gender affirming care is miniscule at best, it can still happen and you need to be prepared for what you're getting into. This is not an easy decision to make even when it's the correct one, and it's certainly not an easy recovery. "I don't know" isn't good enough.
13. HOW IS PEEING?
It's normal. I was fortunate enough not to experience any complications with urination or my urethra. Apart from being more prone to UTI's than I was with my penis (and having to get using to wiping after peeing) everything went according to plan. Don't take my experience as a given though, because complications can and do happen!
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HI I AM COMING TO BEG U FOR HELP HOW DO YOU MAP OH MASTER OF ART
HELLO HI I AM HERE TO AID U MY BROTHER IN ARMS!!!
this got very long and i tried to cover things that helped me when first getting into hand drawing maps, but if there's any other places where you're struggling let me know!!!! ive got a lot in my brain im just going from broad to narrow here :)
BIG SCALE:
great ways to make continents that look like continents include
- peeling an orange or equivalent citrus messily and laying out the pieces of peel, and copying those shapes pros: realistic coastlines that would fit together like in real life, if you get into the nitty gritty these can also serve as tectonic plate templates. cons: messy. might not have oranges on hand. can be hard to scale up and transfer to digital - getting some paper and pouring a bunch of doodads of some kind on it, then clumping them in vaguely the shapes you want and tracing the coastlines. things i have used in the past include dry macaroni, beans, dice, and paper stars. pros: potentially less messy than oranges, more control over the shapes, scales up easily cons: coastlines will be less realistic tectonically if that's a concern (for both of those i usually then take a picture of what i get and start editing in my drawing program of choice from there)
other strats to try: taking a grungy brush in your drawing program of choice, making it Huge, and scribbling a few clumps, then on another layer going in and tracing around the edges to make the coastlines. using a map from real life and cutting chunks out and rearranging/copying/warping them to make a collage you can trace for coastlines. etc
SLIGHTLY SMALLER SCALE:
country borders were, until quite recently, determined mainly by geographical obstacles like mountain ranges, rivers, canyons, oceans, etc that are very hard to cross. also borders will be highly disputed when it comes to warring states or eras without, like, satellites and bureaucracy and such!! making them fuzzy or jagged or having areas where both colors mix or stretches of land where no one knows where either country ends is in fact very fun and cool and sexy
mountains usually are chains, and so are islands. i like to make big curves across the world map where i think it would be cool to put mountains, and when those curves extend into oceans i like to put island chains on those as well. if you choose to do whole ass tectonics with your orange then do those on plate borders
biomes can get really specific in their placement if you want to be hyper-realistic, or you can put them wherever you like. personally i like a little realism a little "fantasy world can have whatever you want in it". deserts are usually on one side of mountains, and on the other is really lush. the higher the mountains the larger the areas and more extreme the difference between the two. outside of that case, youll usually get forest > grassland > desert in a gradient. also remember there are multiple kinds of everything
HOW TO DRAW THESE THINGS
good ways to draw rivers include: tracing blood vessels from photos where you can see someone's veins through the skin, dead trees or lightning, or cracks in stone. theyre all fractals and how detailed you want to get is up to you. BUT they always flow downhill and eventually meet the ocean (the ultimate downhill), usually starting in the mountains. also those fractals all go kinda reverse of what you might think; the ends feed into the main river, not the other way around. i used to mess that up a lot
PROTIP: canyons and the like are almost always old riverbeds. use the same method as you do making rivers, just widen the brush, maybe draw a border around the shape instead of just a line
mountains: personally i prefer using premade brushes for mountains just because the one (1) time i did them by hand it took me like four hours for one mountain chain. this video has some tips on different mountain styles if any of those look good to you, otherwise there are about a bajillion videos like that out there!!
biomes in general: just a little texture is usually plenty! doing some bushy edges on deciduous forests, pointy bush edges on pine forests, a few little grass lines and sand dunes, etc etc is usually plenty to get the point across :)
SMALLER SCALE
roads are personally the bane of my existence. i try to treat them like rivers just a little straighter, depending on what time period you're emulating you might go curvier. also they dont care about maintaining width or what direction the fractal goes in humans just put those shits wherever they walk a lot. in contrast railroads are usually pretty straight, simply because trains are built different than cars or wagons or people
cities are almost always on a source of freshwater and a valuable resource that draws people for work in the early days. also they'll have like 10-20x the landmass of the city itself in farms around them, less if theyre on the coast and have access to lots of seafood, more if theyre more landlocked. those farms can be farther away if theyre more industrialized and can transport the food en masse easily. you also dont have to draw the farms just kinda mention them in the story if relevant
towns can be on smaller rivers, lakes, or even just by natural springs. you wont find permanent settlements in places where water isnt accessible (unless you have magic to fix that which is always a cool detail)
EVEN SMALLER SCALE
city maps i have 0 advice on other than roads get thinner the fewer people travel on them, industry will be on a very different side of town than the rich people for smell and noise reasons, and especially when emulating pre-car times, think about how far you would feasibly walk in a day. if you want characters to be able to know pretty much the whole city that they live in, it's gotta be reasonable for them to walk to the farthest edge of their knowledge and back home (or to an inn) in a reasonable timeframe, if they have a home. also big cities tend to have colleges, trade schools, and a bajillion and one jobs that need doing. magic cities might need mages to maintain infrastructure, non-magical cities need people who light the streetlamps when it gets dark, waste disposal is Hugely Important, etc etc etc
it can sound boring at first but coming up with the odd maintenance jobs people have to do in cities can be a really fun creative exercise, and it might inform how the city is laid out, too!!
IN CONCLUSION
think of the world in layers. landmasses + oceans -> biomes and geographical landmarks -> countries and borders -> settlements -> districts. i literally have those on different layers in clip studio so i can futz with them more easily.
also realism is not the be-all-end-all of this. there's lots of room for symbolism and environmental storytelling in maps, as ive ranted about in the past, and stuff doesn't have to make absolute sense in the real world to work well for your world. breaking the rules is like, art 201 and it applies to ever part of the art in question <3
i hope this helped!!!! again pls let me know if you have any more questions i love helping out :D
#a&a#adv#talking with: ren#i still have to do a bunch of maps for the ehlverse a;ldkfj#ive done emarye the maelands and sieril. i think deltierin has been sitting half-done in my map folder for uhhh a year#and i still need to do the isles of gord and kard#and also because i love torturing myself. i have ocean floor maps to make as well#GOD AND I MIGHT HAVE TO DO A MAP FOR THE LOST WAIT#SHIT I HADNT EVEN THOUGHT OF THAT
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How I Figure Out My Characters
Sometimes it's a struggle to write my characters, even if I have the story planned out. I'll be writing, and I know that John Smith has to do XYZ to get to the next plot point, but I'll often find that as the story went along his personality got away from me a bit, and now XYZ doesn't really feel like something he'd do. Character sheets have never helped me all that much, so here's a few ways I flesh out my creations as well as dig myself out of my hole.
Write miscellaneous snippets:Â If I'm having a hard time nailing down a character's personality or writing them is disrupting the flow of my story, I will often take a break from the main plot and put that character in an unrelated situation. EX: I took Daniel Ryder, one of the main characters from my wip Medical Mechanical, and wrote some snippets about his childhood, as well as his early tie-ins with the mega-corporation he works for. These will never be present in the story. They exist only so I could work some things out regarding his behavior and motives. They really helped me get into his head and understand why he would do certain things, and I was able to give him some more depth.
Build them up in your mind:Â This is a bit similar to the first one, but rather than spending time writing long drabbles that will never be added to the main story, I simply imagine how they'd react in certain scenarios. Essentially a 'What would ___ do?" kind of situation. Answering that simple question in my mind sometimes gives me enough inspiration to figure out how to rework the issue in the story.
See if someone else can do it:Â If all else has failed but I still really want a particular conflict or plot point to be present in the story, I will rearrange things a bit to see if perhaps a different character can do it. If it no longer makes sense for John to be the one to do XYZ, perhaps Mary can because something spurred her to do it instead. If that actually works within the story, then I can incorporate John into it but from the other side.
There are times where you're just gonna have to cut some things out of the story or save them for something else, and that's ok. Not everything is gonna make it in and it's better to let the story work naturally than to force things into it.
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I was wondering how you usually go about outlining? Iâve always been so terrible at it so if you had any advice or even just explaining the process a bit that would be lovely.
YAY ALL MY LOADS OF LAUNDRY ARE AT LEAST STARTED TYYYY
assign me a chore!!
i'm actually probably a bad person to ask about this because i'm usually kind of awful at "outlining" fics in any definite way. however.... i do kind of have a process, it's just not usually a formal outline.
my USUAL process is to kind of just dump every thought i have related to a fic in a bullet point list that gets added to and subtracted from as the fic develops. if i have pm's with a mutual that inspired a fic, i'll copy paste those into the list to start. if i have ideas for scenes, i'll add those to the list. if there are irl quotes or events that are relevant, those also go in the list. from there, i'll kind of rearrange things in the order that makes sense (either chronologically or by "type" of thing - i.e. for the hollow hereafter, i had a section of quotes with sub-bullets that were just transcripts from each segment of media, then i had a section of "vibes" that were like "lando just wants it all to end, can't imagine ever feeling right again after how dramatically everything inside of him has shifted", etc). once they're in an order that makes my brain feel good, i put them below a page break and start typing actual sentences at the top of the fic in a blank page. then as i'm typing a fic, if i have thoughts about things i want to do down the line NOT in the scene i'm currently typing, i'll add those to the list too as not to disrupt the actual "proper" text i'm building. once i use a thought off the list, it gets deleted so i can see what's left in the bank more clearly. basically everything that is ACTUAL COPY I INTEND ON PUBLISHING gets written from the top of the doc down, then every stray thought i want to preserve gets added onto the bottom of the doc until i use it. there are usually like sections and sub-bullets on that list to keep things semi-organized.
when i DO outline more formally, such as dad lando, it's honestly kind of stream of consciousness. i started with rough, one-line summaries of what i thought each chapter might be (i.e. one was "first meeting", two was "start texting" etc etc until we get to "epilogue"). then i filled in in sub-bullets what i wanted to include in each chapter. some, such as "oscar meets emma" are like SUPER SUPER vague rn. like three sentences. some, such as "lando goes golfing with max" had really clear inspo in my head and are like two pages of rambling. because i felt strongly about how i wanted it to go, i just started typing in half-coherent sentences (honestly how i answer asks here sometimes? this is a good example of the flow i'm talking about). however, half of that extremely rushed, just-trying-to-get-it-down-on-paper musing about this golf outing is probably word-for-word going to end up in the fic because i just let my brain work. and that's how it works a lot of the time for me. i start typing thinking it's just going to be the gist of plot points, and it ends up prose i really, really like because i'm letting my brain work freely.
my MAIN advice for outlining based on my own learning curve:
write down LITERALLY every thought you have related to a fic. whether it's half a sentence, a guiding vibe, a real event that inspires you in ways related to the fic... literally anything. you obviously don't have to use it all, but sometimes those stray thoughts help re-center me when i get kind of lost in the sauce of a fic. when i'm stuck, i just scroll the list and see if anything sticks out to me to use or draw from to get me out of the block.
don't FORCE yourself to outline every moment or plot point. like i said, some of my dad lando chapters are really thoroughly outlined, some are suuuper vague. i didn't force myself to try and plan out any of chapter three bc i wasn't feeling particularly strongly about how i wanted it to go, and it just worked itself out in time as i typed instead. i've outlined what i've figured out, and i'm going with the flow with the rest. the outline mainly motivates me and reminds me what i'm building towards, ultimately, instead of dictating every little thing i want to include. i'm never afraid to say "and then ????? but they end up kissing" and revisit once the vibes have built around a moment.
may seem obvious, but outlines are not final. i've pushed sooooo much shit i meant to include in chapters one and two of dad lando to chapter four bc it didn't hit right when i thought it would. my outline for thh was like six times as long as the actual fic bc i cut out so much stuff i thought i wanted to use. outlines are literally just to keep track of thoughts, imo, and like i said, to guide you. doesn't have to be fully formed to be useful.
hope that was helpful!!! a lot of this is very very similar to how i used to process my research papers in college, so i've had upwards of like eight years now to refine my process and find what works for my brain specifically. so i guess last tip is just try different things and use what works and throw out what doesn't in terms of methodology. everybody's different!
love u good luck writing feel free to ask more about any of this if you'd like đ«¶
#answered#ask game#chore time#love/hate relationship with outlining tbh but i think SOME type of guiding list/note is almost always helpful
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Day 253: Monday September 9, 2024 - "Well Loved"
Todays post contributed by Audrie and post-marriage-therapy reflections:
Life has been pretty sweet lately. Peaceful. Calm. Easy. These last several weeks weâve had the same ebb and flow of the daily to-do tasks loads which are as normally strenuous but the climate in our home and the space between us is cooler; Like we have come through the sweltering oppressive summer scorch and woken up to take in that first taste of crisp air on an almost autumn morning. The sweetness here today is palatable.  And this reprieve is well earned. Loads of time, energy, and no shortage of effort put in together have started to yield some fruitful crop. Today we came back to the table with Terre, our coach on the sideline for this game of co-transformation Jake and I have been playing in. We fired our last therapist sometime back in April, and then redrew some objectives and priorities and did a recruitment. No regrets at all hiring this new more expensive coach, because the results are really starting to show up. And as Terre has continued  to phrase it, weâve done a much better job keeping the ball in the air. Incredible what a difference some simple tweaks and adjustments in perspective can do for two people who love and are also willing to learn.Â
Today Jake asked me for some quick eggs / something to eat, and I happily obliged. Whipping out some fried eggs over Myron, a little bacon stacked on a tortilla sprinkled with some cheese and a few dashes of hot sauce. And despite the Pepper, salt, savory butter and spice the food around here is tasting sweeter. And my heart, mind body and soul are grateful for that â For the easiness in the calm, for the love inside the peace, and for the hopeful beauty we are casting out into the future.Â
Song: Lyle Lovett - Nobody Knows Me
Quote: âAnd now that you donât have to be perfect, you can be good." ~John Steinbeck
"A man who writes a story is forced to put into it the best of his knowledge and the best of his feeling.
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty. A writer lives in awe of words for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator. Of course, there are dishonest writers who go on for a little while, but not for longânot for long.
A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isnât telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to sayâand to feelâ âYes, thatâs the way it is, or at least thatâs the way I feel it. Youâre not as alone as you thought.â Of course a writer rearranges life, shortens time intervals, sharpens events, and devises beginnings, middles and ends. We do have curtainsâin a day, morning, noon and night, in a man, birth, growth and death.
These are curtain rise and curtain fall, but the story goes on and nothing finishes.
To finish is sadness to a writerâa little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isnât really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done."
~John Steinbeck
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Moon Phases | Rituals
Types of moons: Blood moon. Eclipse. Hunters moon. Blue moon. pink moon.
As the moon grows so should our action towards our intentions. With the growing light of the moon we should slowly start to see our intentions forming habits and those habits improving our lives.
âNew Moon Prayer: Mother Moon I call to you. Tonight, Your energy is new.  Under your new cycle, I heal and cleanse myself.       This new moon, my spirit is renewed. I will remain in this path of groth.          I welcome growth.      I welcome abundance. I welcome transformation. Blessed be.â
Wipe down mirrors on monday on/after a new moon. Clean the bathroom the Friday on/After a waxing moon Wash down windows the sunday on/after a full moon. Luander the linens on the Saturday on/after a waning moon.
New Moon:
Is a time to create your visions, setting new intentions and goals. It is the time of a new cycle and bringing focus and awareness on positive and loving intentions, raises your frequency and allows you to create what you dream about. Start fresh and positive!
New Moon Ritual:
Making the most out of the new moonâs magic. Sage Take a ritual bath Make a list of wishes Set Intentions and Goals Burn Candles Ground Yourself Practice Gratitude Charge your crystals Set up/Rearrange your altar Organise
Full Moon Rituals:
Charge Your Crystals. Stay Hydrated. Smudge yourself. Take a bath. Light a candle and say a prayer. Journal. Write a letter and burn it. Meditate. Give yourself a reading.Â
Tips to avoid Full moon energy Overwhelm:
Moon Bathe Get Outside and Soak up the beams and energy of the full moon. Kind of like sunbathing but in the moon!
Journal
Journaling your thoughts and feelings is great for helping to identify what might be holding you back. This will help to release old patterns with the full moon energy.
Use Crystals.
You can use specific crystals to help align your energy with the moon. For example, crystals which align with the energy of Virgo are Smoky Quartz, Unakite, pink calcite and Amazonite.
Meditate
Meditating during the full moon can help ease any anxiety brought on by the lunar energy and assist in making you feel more grounded.
Yoga
The full moon can create an excess of energy in your body and moving with yoga is an effective way to release this energy.
Women's circles
You can attend an official women's circle or just meet with like minded women. It is very reassuring to share your thoughts and feelings with other women and you will likely find that the moon is affecting others in similar ways.
For many pagans, the cycles of the moon are important to magical workings. Itâs believed in some traditions that the waxing moon, the full moon, the waning moon and the new moon all have their own special magical properties, and so workings should be planned accordingly.Â
 The full moon has long had an aura of mystery and magic about it. It is tied to the ebbs and flows of the tide, as well as every-changing cycle of womens bodies. The Moon is connected to our wisdom and intuition, and many pagans and wiccans choose to celebrate the full moon with a monthly ritual.
Influence:
  Gratitude, friendliness, safe travel, physical health, wealth, protection from the enemies. Curses a location, interfaces with business/work/vocation
Many witches choose to time their spells based on moon phase. Generally, spells for gain or increase or decrease are done during the waxing moon while spells for banishing or decrease are done during the waning moon, the moon shines through the darkness to reveal secrets. Even those we keep from ourselves.
Herbs: Willow, coconut, Hazel, Papaya, Narcissus, Lilies, Wintergreen, Eucalyptus, Jasmine, Ylang Ylang, Mugwort, poppy, orris root, Lotus.
Minerals, Crystals: Moonstone, Alexandrite, Pearl, White Quartz
Day: Monday
Colour: Purple, White, Blue, Silver
Metal: Silver
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Hey :). I was hoping that maybe you would have some nuggets of wisdom regarding story pacing and plot. Everything you published on ao3 is so well paced and worded in such a way that the reader can vividly picture every scene. Sooo.. question: how do you plan out the plot of a story? And when you don't necessarily have a plot, how do you make sure that the scenes you want to write are well-connected/paced within the bigger narrative?
Anyways, I hope you have a great day. And answer or not, I will keep enjoying your work just the same.
hey mate! thanks for thinking of me but you have actually come to a terrible place for pacing advice bc that is definitely the part of writing that i struggle with most lol . but i shall tell you how I cope and hopefully some of that helps you (?)
basically I cannot plan to save my life. fic or original writing --- if I set out to outline, I come up with bad ideas and stress myself out of even starting. all the stories I plan are MUCH worse than the ones I don't. for some writers planning works great and if that's you that's awesome!!! but I am doomed to walk another path
what I do instead of planning a story is think about what I (me, personally, bc I write fic from a place of indulgence) WANT out of it. like, what's the stuff I wanna see? to me, the essential aspect of pacing is making that stuff feel important and worth it and earned. it has to have emotional weight or it won't be what I'm after .
that's also how I try to make scenes are connected; they're all focused around a general Vibe or Feeling I want to construct.
for example, in Do A Flip, what I wanted was all of them getting to become a family. and so I worked backwards from that --- what are the steps within steps within steps that lead them there? what little aspects can we put together to create that kind of image?
for pacing it's also handy sometimes to ask what the best bit about NOT being where you're aiming for yet is. like, what is worth lingering on and enjoying that isn't the end goal? what fun thing can you only have at THIS moment of the story, rather than later? it makes each part more fun to write .
I started with a much shorter version of the fic (14k) where I wrote a shoddy draft of the whole thing from Diego's pov, and then I went back and added a ton more pieces.
that's also something I use to help myself out (and because personally I love to write this way) --- I write in pieces.
this improves my pacing, because then I'm not having to constantly consider the whole structure. instead, I'm thinking about what the point of an individual fragment is --- what am I showing in this scene, and what does it mean? often it's just something small (like I want to show that Beatrice is comfortable with Ava holding her hand, or that Lilith tries to be friendly to Diego) but I function much better with a hundred bite sized pieces than a massive whole.
in these piece-style stories, I rely on the reader drawing connections between different parts and inferring rather than a smooth flow. it's just something I enjoy as a narrative form --- I like gaps and spaces where you figure bits out yourself.
I also rearrange a ton. scenes get cut and pasted to be in a new spot all the time bc I realise as I go that they could be tweaked and fit better somewhere else. when I'm writing, I also often just leave a break and write SCENE, and then jump on to the next one --- like I don't know how I'm going to fill it in yet, but I know I need something to separate out two more similar bits, or a different POV, or to slow down before X Event happens. half the time I have no idea where a chapter is going until the first version is almost done.
the other thing about pacing for me is that devastatingly I rely heavily on rewriting, editing, and cutting beloved scenes that don't super gel. chapters take SO long to come out bc I rewrite them 2-4 times. a lot of better (and less highly strung) writers don't need to do that much so please don't feel like it's necessary but it's definitely necessary for me bc without it my work would be a total shambles lmao. I also find the promise of rewriting means I'm less likely to freeze up or stare at a blank page because I will go back and improve/tidy up later.
I also think paying attention when you feel pretty meh about something is helpful for pacing. for example, I wrote a 6k version of chapter 3 of Favourable Conditions where a lot more happened, but I didn't like it. I got my girlfriend to read it and she said "the whole first part feels like you're racing to get to the second part, and then it all settles down". and she was totally right --- I had a scene I was excited to get to so I gunned it, but the overall feeling of the chapter suffered as a result. I split the chapter in half and then rewrote the whole first half as a chapter in its own right, and decided to focus on what fun stuff I could do there, rather than just skipping through to get to the rest. I ended up adding scenes that were the ones people in the comments liked most. I also ultimately decided to change the next few plot beats afterwards, based on how that went.
I would also say that generally speaking, not a lot happens in my stories. like, I go for smaller stakes and smaller actions that slowly add up --- mostly bc I'm writing very chilled out stuff. but if you're trying to build a character to the point of doing something drastic, it's a different ballgame to escalating them to some minor change. both are super doable, you've just got to keep in mind what you're aiming for. I like minor stakes because I enjoy trying to make small things like washing dishes or going to the park matter. it's also just the vibe of where I'm at right now --- previously I've written things that were a LOT more dramatic.
if you're really struggling, I would also suggest starting with writing something short. your blog is blank so I couldn't tell what kind of writing you might be interested in, but it's much easier to tweak and change and judge these things if you're working in a smaller area --- like a 2-4k oneshot --- than if you sit down to write 80k. I literally never sit down to write 80k of fic I just accidentally end up doing it lmao.
I hope some of that is vaguely useful? I don't have a lot of wisdom to dispense bc as you can see most of my process is crutches for getting around having no natural sense of pacing. if you have any more specific questions about pacing a particular scene or idea I might be able to help more?
but good luck! đ
#thanks for the ask!#hopefully some of this helps#hit me up if you have any other questions and i will do my best :D but yeah i struggle a bit with the broader questions
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â° â â avan jogia / nonbinary / he/they âââ no way, is that KAVI DESAI? you know, theyâre 32 years old and theyâve been in los angeles for 12 YEARS. theyâre chillinâ as a MUSICIAN & MANAGER at ALT CULT RECORDS. oh and theyâre notoriously known for being PRETENTIOUS but there are some people who have seen them be ENTHUSIASTIC. i heard theyâre a part of a BAND called STATIC MIDNIGHT, yeah, theyâre a DRUMMER. to be honest they sound a lot like BASEMENT & CITIZEN. theyâre actually A RISING STAR.
I. BASICS.
FULL NAME:Â kavi desai.
NICKNAME(S):Â avi (a shortened version of their name, also happening to hold the meaning of "sheep"), shepherd (see: explanation for avi. sheep doesn't seem to flow too well as a nickname, & here comes a moniker he'll never shake), pepsi.
AGE:Â 32.
DATE OF BIRTH:Â february 9, 1992.
PLACE OF BIRTH:Â maywood, california, usa.
GENDER:Â nonbinary.
PRONOUNS:Â he/they.
ORIENTATION:Â bisexual.
LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN:Â english, gujurati.
NEIGHBOURHOOD: west paradise.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: lives in a one-bedroom unit at the aster apartments.
II. FAMILY TIES.
MOTHER:Â mindy desai, distantly supportive relationship. there's nothing stronger than a mother's love, they say, but kavi could name a few things. mindy is a good mom, mostly, and she makes sure to check in every now and then. sometimes she'll even refer to recent news of static midnight, if there is anything to speak of. if kavi could complain of one thing, it would be that she always has to slide "your father loves you, you know" into conversation.
FATHER:Â jevan desai, hostile relationship. to put it simply, jevan disagrees with the life that kavi is living, and kavi often fans the flamesâif he's going to piss his dad off regardless, he might as well do a good job at it.
SIBLINGS:Â palomi desai, younger sister. palomi thought the world of kavi when they were kids, and well... she still kind of does. she is their motivation to do good & be good. if they have one only fan, it's palomi.
PETS:Â a tuxedo cat (unoriginally) named socks. if you ask kavi, she's "a sweet little thing." everyone who's met her so far would have to disagree.
III. OCCUPATIONAL INFO.
OCCUPATION:Â musician, manager of alt cult records.
NAME OF THEIR ACT:Â static midnight.
DO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?:Â drums.
HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN A PART OF THE ACT?: 4 years.
ARTIST INFLUENCES: karnivool, soul blind, superheaven; he takes a lot of musical inspiration from heavy shoegaze artists.
CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE:Â 14k.
IV. APPEARANCE.
FACE CLAIM:Â avan jogia.
HAIR COLOR:Â naturally dark brown, but currently bleached to a near-platinum tone. looks a bit like half-assed frosted tips with the dark roots starting to come back in.
EYE COLOR:Â dark brown.
HEIGHT:Â 177cm, 5ft10.
BUILD:Â slim, defined muscles.
TATTOOS:Â a decent amount on his torso, arms & legs. details tbd.
PIERCINGS:Â double lobe piercings, left nostril stud.
CLOTHING STYLE:Â experimental. mixes all kinds of fabrics & patterns, mostly dresses in a muted color palette. wears a lot of loose, flowing pants paired with tighter tops.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: thick eyebrows, long eyelashes.
V. PERSONALITY.
MBTI:Â esfp-t, the entertainer.
ELEMENT:Â water.
WESTERN ZODIAC:Â aquarius.
CHINESE ZODIAC:Â monkey.
POSITIVE TRAITS:Â enthusiastic, adventurous, accepting, humorous, forward, decisive, open.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:Â pretentious, argumentative, (too) open and also somehow not open enough, self-sabotaging, unreliable.
HOBBIES:Â doom-scrolling, generating ai pictures of himself in different styles, denying any and all wrongdoing that theyâve ever done, irritating their cat and then giving her treats to reel her back in, working out, bitching about working out, fishing for people to tell him that his workouts are paying off, trying new diners, hanging out at bars, window-shopping, rearranging their living room and then ultimately ending up on the same layout, arguing with his neighbors over the noisiness of him moving his furniture every other day, spreading misinformation, pondering the possibility that itâs time for him to grow up and then deciding that heâs still got time.
VI. WANTED CONNECTIONS.
LONG-TERM EX: âthe oneâ, almost. kavi was a flight risk from the get, but this person gave him an honest chanceâand fell so in love that they stayed long after it had become obvious that he wasnât willing to give them what they needed. up and down relationship, passionate one day & dull the next; a routine that established itself and persisted for two or three years. they were living with kavi up until the breakup, which was around christmas 2023. they still have an immense amount of love for each other, but understand that they lack romantic capability. staying friends through it all, for better or for worse. the vibes: the 1 by taylor swift, i know the end by phoebe bridgers, cellophane by fka twigs, two slow dancers by mitski, renegade by big red machine & taylor swift, new perspective by noah kahan, etc etcâŠ
THE BEST FRIEND:Â theyâve been through hell & back together, even if most of this so-called âhellâ was self-created. thereâs not much kavi wouldnât do for them, so long as they keep cat-sitting when heâs out of town.
CUSTOMERS: people who shop at alt cult records somewhat regularly and are often subject to kaviâs pretentiousness, as music is where it tends to come out. the person who thinks heâs so cool, the person whoâs sick of him acting like they give a shit about anything heâs got to say, the person who thinks heâs a sleazebag but heâs Hawt so theyâll pretend to be interested in what heâs saying all day every day, etc etc!
QUESTIONNAIRE.Â
start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?
âiâm kavi desai,â he says, as if it thatâs all he has to say; thereâs something suffocatingly smug in it, telling of who he is. a conglomeration of false confidence and one-liners. âi was just an indian kid with a dream, and now iâm managing a record store and playing in a band that people actually give a shit about; no matter what angle you look at it from, iâve got something to be proud of, right? and, believe me, it gets better from here.â
how long have you been making music?
âas long as i can remember, really. i asked for a guitar for christmas one year. i canât remember how old i was, maybe nine or ten, and santa provided. i learned fast and i wrote a lot of songs as a teenager, most which were complete dog shit. i ended up picking up drums âcause a good friend of mine was selling their set, and i guess there was somethinâ in me that knew where i needed to be. hey, here i am.â
how would you describe the kind of music you make?
âhonest rock music. in a band, you have to work together to make something worth listening toâbut if you understand who i am and what i do, youâll understand thereâs a lot of self-revelation in it. i like to try new things, and i like to believe that it all comes from my heart.â
who are some of your biggest musical influences?
âwhen i was growing up, the main one was the smashing pumpkins. i could probably play every song from pisces iscariot on a guitar to this dayâbut hey, donât hold me to that, alright?⊠nowadays, i really like superheaven. their drummerâs style really stands out to me. they donât make music anymore, but their discography never gets old.â
what is the first record you ever bought?
âthe all-american rejectsâ move along. not a single skip on it.â
what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?
âexcitement. if iâm honest, not much else to speak of yet, but i think weâre getting close to something.â
what are some stand out moments from your career so far?
âitâs always nice to be told that i inspired someone to start drumming⊠or to see a pretty girl lose her shit from catching a setlist. hey, let me tell ya, moments like that will make you feel like a real rockstar!â
what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?
âwell,â they start, grinning ear-to-earâtheir bashfulness now evens out the vanity from earlier. âi want a sure sign that iâve made it. this might look different for other musicians, but for me⊠itâd be nice to hold an arena tour, right?â
whatâs next for you?
âkeep your eyes on me and youâll find out soon enough.â
#sonicfm:intro#what do u want from me. here it is.#i have a lot of thoughts on kavi but ultimately they're just a dirtbag pretending they're not NSFHSBD
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