#anyways i'm coping in beautiful ways and you can tell

[apricior]

imagine this

risky click opens a new pizzeria in heaven. he has finally been promoted, which means that his responsibility has also increased. however, that also means that he needs a bit more help taking care of his pizzeria.

and then he meets chugs macrame. a nice man, a highly competent accountant, who is always willing to help. and he needs someone who will deal with numbers (pizza was always risky's specialty, after all, the rest was a bit above him), so they decide to work together.

at first they are just colleagues. they get along perfectly fine, and even though it is kind of tough working with someone new at first, slowly they get used to it, and they learn to notice the small details about each other, like how chugs drinks his coffee, or the ways that risky's body cracks when he is tired.

at some point, routine becomes familiarity, and that evolves into something deeper, something more profound. late at night, they find themselves missing the other, wondering what the other's embrace would feel like. they have fallen in love with each other, slowly, almost without realizing.

it takes them a while to confess; after all, they are understandably worried about ruining their shared business. but it happens one night after closing, when it's just the two of them. one slips up and accidentally confesses his feelings, and the other just smiles and holds his hands, because he feels the same.

that night the partners become lovers, and for the rest of eternity they are thankful to share every day with the person that understands him best

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

Catalyst

so in my au which i'm totally not using to cope or anything haha, after realizing that curly isn't going to do anything about jimmy, anya confides in swansea and he goes Protective Dad Mode. i'm calling this the "Responsibility AU." ramble below cut.

swansea doesn't immediately go after jimmy with an axe or anything because 1. they're not in a high stress life/death crash situation and 2. anya specifically requests that swansea not enact violence upon jimmy after swansea says, and i quote, "i'm gonna beat his ass." anya just wants to feel safer and more supported on the ship—she doesn't want swansea to get in trouble even if jimmy does deserve to get destroyed by 10000 punches.

what swansea can do is watch out for anya and make sure she's never alone in a room with jimmy. if there's a situation where she has to be alone with jimmy (like the psych evals), she and swansea have a system where she can signal for help. with anya's permission, swansea asks daisuke to help look out for her too (without telling him the details as to why since that's anya's right to share or not). daisuke has already picked up at this point that something is wrong based on how much more hostile swansea's become towards jimmy, and he trusts his boss, so he agrees without much question.

anya, feeling less alone now that she has people watching her back, gains more confidence to stand up to jimmy. which makes him angry because his unwanted advances are being denied and swansea and daisuke keep getting in his way. he just can't understand why he's being treated as the bad guy here (this is because he is a delusional asshole).

meanwhile curly is slowly realizing that he needs to actually do something here because the tension in the crew is palpable and increasing by the day. also swansea is being mighty passive aggressive to him and talking about "responsibility" a lot. curly keeps trying to talk to jimmy about it but the guy just keeps downplaying it and blaming everyone else but himself. and curly is realizing that his friend isn't who he thought he was.

it all comes to a head one day when an angry jimmy tries to confront anya alone and swansea steps in. things get heated, people start yelling. curly show up to see swansea and jimmy on the verge of fighting with anya and daisuke trying to hold them back respectively. curly breaks up the fight. jimmy storms off. curly follows him and finds him trying to get the gun from the case in the cockpit. curly asks him why he's doing this and jimmy claims it's for his own protection because he feels "threatened by swansea." he tells curly to give him the code. curly, the sheer wrongness of the whole situation hitting him, finally calls jimmy out on all his bs. jimmy just laughs in his face, still believing that he's not in the wrong and curly doesn't have the guts to do anything anyway. so the captain fires him on the spot. jimmy snaps and he and curly get into a fight in the cockpit. jimmy is trying to crash the ship and curly is trying to stop him. then the rest of the crew show up and anya knocks jimmy's ass out with the gun case. swansea is so proud.

they throw jimmy in the cryopod so they don't have to worry about him pulling anything else and he can be properly dealt with once the stupid delivery is over. everyone's like, "wow that was a close one—could you imagine how messed up it would be if we ended up in a crash because of jimmy? thank god that didn't happen." curly makes swansea the copilot until they can get a replacement and swansea's like, "goddammit as if i don't already do enough shit around here."

anyway my whole goal here was to get rid of jimmy early so i can have beautiful Found Family shenanigans in space with the rest of the crew. apologies and healing and happy times will happen. no the whole getting laid off thing doesn't happen. no i don't have an explanation for it. sorry for the essay.

[adams-angels]

Adam sfw/nsfw hcs? I love your work! Thanks!!

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

SFW

I'm gonna start off strong by saying socks and sandals. Thinks it's great.

Will stop listening when he's losing an argument. Stutters and minces up his words if he gets flustered or too aggravated.

Lute is his best friend

Says he has tons on friend but in reality lute is his only friend

This man thinks he's higher up in the food chain than he actually is. Which then leads to weak apologies from him

Doesn't go anywhere without his mask. Really big believer in that he doesn't like showing his face because both his wife's left him

Still absolutely bitter about that btw

Has an unhealthy coping mechanism when it comes to jealously.

For example, your an angel and some newbie starts talking with you and there's nothing really in it but he opens a portal to hell when your not looking and literally kicks the guy through it before closing the portal.

Or if your a sinner and you're telling him about someone who helped you the other day he will HUNT THEM DOWN next extermination day... If he can wait that long.

Likes getting you lil gifts, key chains, magnets, pins. He'll see a little thing and think that's perfect and wont hesitate buying it for you.

He won't give it to you though. He'll leave it somewhere obvious in his apartment for you to notice and go "oh, that's cute." For him to shrug and say "it's okay. You want it?" It took a while before you actually started accepting gifts this way

In public he will get you the biggest things. Giant teddy bear. New TV. A unicorn. But that's just to show everyone that he spoils you. That no one can treat you as well as him.

Loves lazy days

Also loves it when you preen his wings

Was the kinda guy that didn't have any kind of skin care until he met you and now you're both chilling with facemasks on.

Has panic attacks when he thinks you're going to leave him

When he's not wearing his mask he will not smile. It's really difficult to get him to smile or laugh when he's not wearing a mask.

But he's got the most beautiful smile

You managed you get him to laugh because you fell. What? He's still an asshole.

You couldn't be mad at him. He sounded so happy.

Has dumb pet names for everyone he's close to. Some are cute. Some are absolutely vulger. "Sweetness." "Babe." "Cutie" "cockwarmer." "Adam's dumpster." "Precious."

He's insecure AF baby

Loves hearing you say you love him

Will only tell you he loves you in private.

Would take a very special case for him to say it in public

If you get in a serious argument with him he'll run away in anger. He'll then come back after an hour or so begging you not to leave.

Sorry I really love pathetic Adam. fight me.

Smut below the cut! Minors dni

NSFW

Ik everyone says it's great at sex but I don't think he would be 🤷🏻‍♀️ not at the beginning anyway

I think he's a selfish lover and it takes someone he really cares about to make any changes

Would absolutely finish inside you then fall asleep soz babes

His cock is good tho. Likes it's a biggen. Length and width.

It was probably made to fit perfectly so

At least that's what he says

He won't believe it if you dont orgasm the first time you have sex with him. Everyone else has! Why wouldn't you?!

Well, Adam, they lied, sweetie.

Loves getting his cock sucked.

Asks for it constantly

If he gets in an argument with you he'll probably say "I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I got head."

He loves eating you out. Watching you squirm while his tongue is inside you really gets him going.

Likes you have you sat on his face so he can hold you down

He cried the first time he had sex with you after realising he loves you

Will beg to be loved when he's close to finishing. "Tell me you love me!"

Will get embarrassed after the fact

He was adamant he didn't like you. That you were just hot. But one day found himself jerking to the thought of you and that post nut clarity hit like a freight train.

Loves being praised ofc

Breeding kink. I mean come on. He was made to populate the earth. It was literally his job.

Loves rough sex, being in charge.

Will get possessive during sex

If he's having a bad day he'll be a lot more desperate and a hell of a lot more possessive

"mine" is his favourite word.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[sugar-petals]

I screamed when I saw Tim on your feed yes we love a pretty guitar man

finally a fellow Tim Henson enthusiast!! 🎉

guess we have a type (= overqualified youtube twink w/ a futuristic fashion sense aka the best young guitarist out there 🗣).

risky post incoming cuz he's HOT & i love hands

[for those who don't know who this pretty boy is: tim's yt | tim's ig | tim's twt | about his band polyphia]

i agree he's gorgeous: jealousy magnet, mr henson has it all!!

- the delicious ink 😍 (neck tattoo: the sign of a masochist)

- 0% gravity hair (those fluffy waves! looking so soft tim, geez 🤒)

- the sexy 8 string guitar, cause he can, how does he do that??

- the alt beauty (tim radiates haughty expensive power bottom who talks back to get punished ngl, he's prog rock's #1 it boy)

-the sweater game, all day, every day (unmatched)

-the best technique. ice cold (easily most proficient hands in the music biz as of lately 😏 people either 1. hate him to the death or 2. need him carnally for this lmao, love me a polarizing guitar prodigy)

-A WHOLE FEMBOY BODY (even his ass is huge as of recently!! and the waist keeps getting smaller helpp)

I'm going feral over his body linee don't @ me!! how smokin' could anyone be??

-the actual live skills, not just yt editing (needless to say! any straight or bi man should be able to move his fingers like that hhh there I said it 😂 tim keeps the standards as high as he is lmao)

-the studio (oh the things that should be happening on that chair! ...anyways: it's so modern but not boring, i like it)

-the stylish guitars with the floral fretboards (guitar fuckers assemble!!! finally nylon strings are back thanks to him 💕)

-even more gorge guitars YES model it for us legend!!

-plus he's got an all-round good taste in everything. quality is key! composition and character is always a matter of taste. but timmy never dropped a bad video, bad promo, bad album covers, bad vlogs, bad cinematography, bad advert, bad ig post, bad anything. he's always the sassiest gnc slayer short king golden boy in the room doing the most 👑

...and seriously tho tim being texan youth i respect him defying the status quo!! that's real rock'n'roll☝️ he dressed for women and tops on the internet just to serve and confound some boomers along the way! prince would be proud 😎

homophobes leaving him anti-androgynous/misogynist/bodyshaming comments just can't cope with the sexiness, which he never compromised🤘 i truly pronounce tim bi ppls' favorite. since apparently nobody except the guitar community wants him we now own this man 🔥

-BONUS: last but not least look at this silver ibanez. look at it! tim is a design and aesthetics icon i rest my case... that many people still don't know about him is beyond me. he deserves all the clout!

i mean even personally... he's the kinda guy where you don't know if you came for the looks/fit or the skills and you stay for both! his playing style never disappoints. i always look forward to him dropping new material. tell me what your fave tim piece to listen to is ❤️

[cloudyskydreams]

S/O with depression and old sh scars UT,UF,US!

This can be a triggering subject so fair warning to y'all, nothing explicit is mentioned. This is a little self indulgent and they're pretty similar I'm not going to lie but I tried to add a least a little uniqueness to each one. If you are struggling with mental health know you're not alone and this will pass. It will get better you just have to hold out hope as hard as that is and people really care about you including me ::3 anyways hope y'all enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans: He gets it, he sees your scars and understands. Maybe not exactly what you've experienced but he understands enough. He shows you the odd scar he's given himself as he was never big on physical harming himself. On bad days he gets off his ass to make sure you atleast have something to eat, most likely takeout and after that's taken care of he snuggles up with you to vegetate out. He makes you promise and in return promises to talk about mental health more especially if it gets worse. He brings up his own problems more hoping it'll get you to do the same and vent to him.

Papyrus: He's hurting inside when he sees your scars. He's dealt with sans depression but this is a whole nother ballpark to him as sans never really self harmed. He gently runs over your scars and reassures you that he doesn't think any less of you. He checks up on your mental health alot and makes sure you're taking care of yourself. He helps out around the house with chores and such when you're having a particularly bad day and caters to your needs whether that be snacks or cuddles. He likes to journal with you and has you state at least 3 good things that happen every day, focusing on the positive is key your conscious becomes your subconscious and the goal is to get you to think more positively!

Underfell:

Red: He's also hurting inside when seeing your scars. Red understands he has scars of his own that he shows you. He holds you close and kisses every scar he can find telling you they don't determine your worth and letting you know how beautiful you are. He gets worried and checks your wrists and thighs while you sleep sometimes. He knows how hard it is to ask for help so he offers it most of the time. When having a bad day he makes sure you're taken care of. Cuddled up in all the blankets and pillows in the house while he dotes on you like mother hen. He trys to help you find other ways to cope, one of his biggest ones is music and he creates personal playlists for you for when you're in your moods.

Edge: He freezes up upon seeing the scars. Edge is a protector he protects what's his, how is he supposed to protect you from yourself? He gently glides his finger over the scars as if they were simply dust he could wipe away. He reassures you and makes you promise to him that you'll come to him before it comes to this again. When having rough days he steps up, sets his scheduled day to the side, and takes care of all the chores around the house while simultaneously taking care of you. He makes sure you take care of yourself on a day to day basis basing his routine around you brushing your teeth together, changing clothes, eating meals. He just likes making sure you're taken care of even if he has to be there himself for it to happen.

Underswap:

Stretch: A little distraught upon seeing your scars. He has them too and he hates knowing you felt it was even an option. He kisses your scars and shows you his albeit a little embarrassed himself. It's a moment of shared tears and reassurances. When having a bad day he cuddles up with you wherever you decide to lay and does his best to distract you with games and cuddles. He doodles little butterflies and hearts over your scars. He likes to draw little doodles when you're upset hoping they'll cheer you up. Some of them are silly and stick doodles like his brother as a cowboy and some are more well done like ones of you. He even has a small comic going of him and his brother as superheros saving the person in distress( aka you).

Blue: He internally freaks out upon seeing your scars. He went through this with his brother and seeing them immediately sends off alarms in his head. He asks if you're alright and gently looks over your scars dedicating each one to memory so he'll know if a new one shows up. He premakes you meals and texts you throughout the day if he's busy to check up on you or simply give you updates on his day. It's alright if you aren't feeling up to responding he'll still message if left on seen or delivered and knows you're just struggling right now.On bad days he cuddles you close and takes the day off of any previous activities he had to keep you company. He'll plan small easy activities for you two to do together so he knows you're getting some enrichment besides doom scrolling and sleeping.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 25-27)

peeta also being in the burn unit bc he was in the city circle

what i personally believe is that he's the one who tried to put out the fire that overwhelmed katniss, hence his own burnt hands and forehead

her using peeta's coping mechanism of pain to stay grounded in reality

when katniss talks about all the people she trusts being said, she highlights that there is peeta but he wouldn't know any more than her about 13's plans.

"we are both fire mutts now" - still a (broken) team

"those same blues" mentioned again

haymitch understanding katniss. the dad that stepped up. i love that he says "i'm with the mockingjay" instead of "yes"

katniss being our fave feral girl by literally biting into peeta's hand as he stops her from taking her nightlock

the fact that when she says "let me go", our baker boy with the beautiful words and the charm can only say "i can't"

just another instance where these can't let each other go. has anyone made a counter for these instances?

peeta is well and truly back. to do that. to know he can't let her go. that even when she bites him so hard he bleeds, he just looks into her eyes and lets her know he can't let her die

the fact that after the way katniss was used in the games and then in the rebellion, afterwards when she's damaged and broken and bruised and they have no more use for her, she's just sent off to 12

"there's no obstacle now to taking my life. but i seem to be waiting for something" - the same way peeta kept his hand open with the nightlock pill waiting for katniss to curl over his hand for him, katniss waits for peeta's permission to die

i love that she doesn't even mention peeta by name when she sees he's returned. we just know instinctively that he's the "him" that's back.

peeta says dr aurelius wouldn't let him leave the capitol til the day before which makes me think peeta had really been trying to be discharged to get back to katniss.

"his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look"

katniss who understandably has fallen into physical disrepair over the last two chapters now feels "defensive" as peeta looks at her, frowning, and tries to push her hair out of her eyes somewhat. her relationship is SO different to the one she has with everyone else. and that's because it's really the only one where she's concerned with romance and her looks etc

peeta digging up and bringing her primrose. the boy with the bread is still here bringing gifts that can't have a price put on them. he is the sweetest most beautiful fictional boy

katniss is relieved that gale is in 2, far away. that era of her life is over, that friendship is over.

although she's still confusing right to end. why are you thinking about gale's lips kissing other lips. i think it's just like her finding closure but still.

katniss falling asleep on the sofa but waking up in her bed. we can guess who got her there

it's only after peeta comes back that katniss starts to hunt, find closure, grieve with others.

peeta bringing her a warm loaf of bread again.

them taking the family plant book and creating a new book to honour and remember the dead. her, peeta and haymitch creating their own makeshift family book. so tragic so beautiful

"peeta and i grow back together" - like it was inevitable.

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”

i love how simple and matter of fact this whole passage is. she doesn't need to go into flowery descriptions or explanations. she's already done that for three books.

i just love this whole passage so much. so much hope. so much love. after all that's happened, katniss learns to live again, to hope again, to love again, to see goodness again. and peeta is a key to her achieving that. and it's so beautiful

as an adult, i now know that this scene is alluding to their first time having sex. the mentions of his arms that build to his lips that build to her hunger from the beach that night. "so after" is after that night, that moment in their relationship where things become elevated in a new way.

him whispering that is not him asking her to declare it or say it. he's asking her to confirm what he feels, has felt. that she loves him. and she knows now her answer forever. real.

[rotting-butterscotch]

so uh i just rewatched community for the 3rd, and possibly the last, time, and I'm gonna rant about it, especially because it's being taken off Netflix this month.

Community is literally the #1 best fucking show on this planet (with Brooklyn 99 and The Good Place being a 2 and 3), and no one can tell me otherwise. The writing is so fucking beautiful (except the writing of the romantic entanglements within the group, but im sure the fandom knows that already), and can be so funny yet heartbreaking at the same time.

Let's take "Geothermal Escapism" for an example (which to point out how amazing the writing is, has never failed to make me cry at the end of it). The symbolism of the hot lava game, the fact that Troy had to play into the whole "clone" thing just for Abed to be able to cope with him leaving (which proves yet again how much Troy and Abed do for eachother, and yes that *is* one of the reasons I ship trobed, but let's not get off-track more than we already have lol), the group saying all their good-byes at the end, and the way those good-byes characterize them so perfectly, it's literally a masterpiece of an episode.

And the fact that the viewers as a whole were supposed to just forget all of that the next episode baffles me, like make up your mind Dan Harmon, are you gonna make the best show of all time or ruin it by shoving jeffannie down our throats at the last episode???? (sorry, went off track)

Anyways, back to the writing: it's beautiful, but can be so dumb at the same time. Like, another example: "Emotional Consequences of Broadcast Television", a.k.a. the finale, which not only kind of does a call-back to s1 Jeff and Abed (Abed being ready to let go and embrace the future, and Jeff being so against it), but omggg the symbolism towards the end, where Jeff has driven Abed and Annie to the airport, and he's hugging them good-bye, and Jeff goes in for a second hug, because yet again he's afraid of change, and you can tell Abed is confused, but he goes with it anyways, because he gets it (actually I'm making this point based off of a comment under a compilation of Jeff and Abed, but whatever).

Jeff and Abed in s6 is literally Abed and Jeff in s1, and not only then, but literally everywhere in the series, you can tell how alike they are, how their traumas and troubles are so alike, yet they dealt with it differently, one with acceptance and one with denial.

And another point about how the writing can be so dumb sometimes: how can you literally point to jeffannie being an illogical and impossible ship, and literally have both members of this ship finally realize how unhealthy it in the *same* episode as is that ship's kiss scene?!?! Like, how does that make sense.

Anyways, my conclusion to this rant is: there's no conclusion lol, I just wanted to barf out all of my thoughts on this show onto here (and these aren't even all my thoughts on this show lol), as incoherent as they are. I'll miss this show so bad😭😭.

[anonzentimes]

hi zen!! my friends and i are doing a powerpoint night this monday and like any self-respecting person almost 7 months deep in a dangan hyperfixation (i'm never getting out of here) i am using it as a platform for an all-encompassing kmhn infodump. this powerpoint is going to be the komahina bible and i want to hit Every Stop. i will grab everything i can find. no hesitation. however !! the danganronpa franchise is A Lot. so there's always a chance i will miss something. so! as a fellow kmhn understander and enthusiast, is there any particular Komahina Moment or piece of analysis you feel people often miss or overlook? could be big or small, or involve just one of the two of them, but i'd appreciate the input! <3 have a good one :D

OH MY GOD??? I’LL TRY TO ANSWER IN TIME FOR YOUR POWERPOINT LMAO THAT SOUNDS AWESOME?????? You should record it! Well, you probably will, but I’m still saying it anyways just in case you aren’t, because something that fun going unrecorded sounds like a tragedy!

I’ve had ideas of doing all encompassing komahina rambles for a video or something, but I’m already working on other projects so It’ll be a long time before I even try lmao. Makes me happy someone is trying something similar, and with friends no less! I’d be happy to help in any way I can, I hope you and your friends have fun! :D

ANYWAYS. I’ll say a huge ramble of Komahina things and hope it helps LOL.

This is more of a silly statement, but for a FULL Komahina coverage I think it’s most satisfying to cover the different flavors of komahina, if that makes sense? Like, depending on what approach you’re taking you may not cover kamukoma, since to a degree that’s an entirely different ship, but you’d still cover the canon adjacent other flavors. Basically, try including the canon adjacent variations!!! The Dangan island events are good for analyzing their dynamic with less horrible circumstances bringing them to worst and causing them to hurt each other. The stage plays are also great to mention since there’s some komahina content that is play original, and seeing them physically interact is fun! Can’t forget the Komahina CD too Lol. There’s also smaller things like their anniversary outfits, especially the matching purple ones, their animal outfits, and their Danganronpa S Swimsuits!

Little details that are so special to me are things like the parallel of Nagito waking Hajime up being reserved in Danganronpa 2.5, and there’s also how things like Hajime’s grief for Nagito that’s so compelling, special, and telling about their dynamic.

I think my main thing to actually add on properly is that, a lot of people say Hajime hates Nagito which is absolutely incorrect. I don’t think I’d try so hard or care enough to revive and or wait until a person I hated woke up. Hajime displays he actively cares a lot, they just happen to feel hurt and betrayed by each other due to the circumstances. Komahina is unhealthy but it isn’t toxic, if that phrase makes sense. The beauty of it is that they grow TO be healthier, they learn to love each other, understand each other, and in the process learn to understand and love themselves. Komahina is reciprocal, it gets unhealthy due to circumstances, but it is reciprocal and the beauty of it is them becoming healthier together.

Nagito is not a malicious psychopath, and Hajime is not an overly horny person with no personality, I see them misinterpreted and characterized like that constantly It’s ridiculous. Hajime is awkward, conflicted, introverted, caring, and tries to be positive but ultimately is usually a realist. Hajime gets attached to people easily and deals with discrimination, insecurity, and self esteem. Hajime is relatable enough to where he’s empathetic but unique enough to where he’s special.

Nagito is a mentally ill queer coded man who is an antagonist and an anti-hero. He is morally gray when it comes to his unhealthy coping mechanism and has complicated beliefs, he’s honest, intelligent, struggles with insecurity, struggles with self esteem, has absolute beliefs influenced by hope’s peak, is a parallel and warped version of Makoto while being his own person, and he’s very sweet. Nagito’s love language seems to be mostly playful teasing, he rambles a lot and weirds people out just by saying what he thinks is fact. He has tonal issues and usually isn’t self aware, despite this he also worries about the impression he gives off if he thinks it matters. His beliefs are very hierarchy based and he thinks he’s all the way at the bottom, he doesn’t absolutely hate people like him but he thinks they have no purpose other than to help those more capable and projects onto them. Nagito is a very complex character, he is numb to intense situations due to the immense trauma of it being normal for him. He’s optimistic but also pessimistic, he’s positive but also incredibly anxious, he’s well intentioned but also thinks anything is okay if it’s for hope, there’s a lot to Nagito but in the end once it clicks it really clicks. He is contradictory in a way that perfectly makes sense, creating the perfect character. There’s a lot to him but when you understand him there’s no need for words, you just get it. There’s a feeling to him, an understanding, and I think that’s really special. He really is amazing.

Anyways, the ramble on summarizing both of their characters simply is to more expand on points about their dynamic! Nagito and Hajime are sides of the same coin. Nagito is irrational when it comes to Hajime in the way that he defies his normal behaviors because he usually avoids others and thinks he’s not worth the ultimates time, it means so much to me that Nagito just immediately had a feeling and connection with him. I’ve seen some people not think about it, but genuinely Komaeda feels something upon first sight and it’s irrational given his regular behavior it’s so sweet.

This has been just a lot of me rambling, but hopefully some of it helps! I had fun yapping haha, thanks for you ask!

[jackwolfes]

I've been reading smut for nine years so you'd think I'd be able to at least write a little bit of it, right? And yet, the minute it comes to even a kiss scene I get all uncomfy and just can't do it. Lately I've been coming up with so many smut scenes I wanna write but I keep second guessing myself and feeling all embarrassed. Any words of wisdom from a smut veteran like yourself?

i've shared some advice on this in more detail before and also here but the key question i'd ask yourself is: why

like. why are you embarrassed writing smut. why THIS and not writing fluff or whump or very elaborate longfics. because smut is at the end of the day any other type of writing, with just as much feeling and action and weird messy fluids.

"sex is taboo and shameful and i've got catholic guilt" - so fair, we live in a society. but also, sex is natural and a 100% morally neutral act. i'd be surprised if this wasn't underlying some part of the embarrassment but at a certain point, if this is the key thing holding you back, you might just need to sit down and consider whether you want the hegemonic bastards that suck the dick of advertisers and snuff out any sort of difference to be the thing holding you back from what is already a transgressive weirdo hobby. accept that if this is your biggest sticking point, you might not be ready to jump straight into writing a graphic monsterfucking piss play orgy and might have to start with heavy petting and missionary that's more feelings and "i love you"s than descriptions of genitals. and maybe you need to write 10,000 kissing scenes first to build up the courage to write the word "cock", but that's never going to be wasted time. there's no race. you don't need to jump straight in.

"fear of being perceived" - you are the arbiter of who sees this. you can post it anonymously, you can post this under a sock puppet account you made with a completely different email, you can wait until youve written 5 million words and post it all at once, you can literally never ever ever ever ever post it ever. but don't not write it because of an audience that doesn't even exist yet.

"fear of being cancelled for writing something weird" - the ao3 block button is a beautiful, beautiful feature. if someone reads something they don't like, what are they going to do? nark in your comments? whine? launch a smear campaign? fuck em. you should practice good internet safety to avoid getting doxx'd anyway, and if you do literally the only thing they can do is complain, which means all you have to do to get them to shut up is block them

"i like what i'm writing a Bit Too Much and don't know how to process that" - 1) self indulgence is the fucking shit but also 2) the writing is the processing it. writing is a tool that can help you identify the things that get you hot or your underlying opinions on the concept of intimacy and love. and dear god it's fucking awful to be vulnerable but the benefit is very very worth it. also no one's gonna know if you have a wank because you wrote a fic so hot you turned yourself on unless you tell them, so if that's how you gotta process it, then that's between you and god

"it's going to be bad" - it will unfortunately continue to be bad without practice.

if it wasn't immediately obvious from this answer, the only reason i ever got to 'smut veteran' stage was because i got really really fucking shameless about a lot of things, including the fact that i cannot say sexual things out loud, sometimes turn bright red while writing smut, and have still been known to get so embarrassed by a fic that i have to slam my laptop shut and put it away because i can't cope. and i think that part of writing anything that makes you feel that way is acknowledging that 1) you're strong enough to get through that discomfort and 2) a little bit of discomfort is probably worse than not writing anything at all

[elderemorune]

Beautiful IF.

This evening, my wife and I went to see a movie. This isn't anything unusual, we love the theater, and will take any excuse we can to go when she has time. Last we were able to get out just the two of us, it was to see Lisa Frankenstein, which I wholly recommend by the way. It was great, feminist as fuck, and frankly (see what I did) fun as hell.

But that's not why I'm here tonight.

Tonight, we're here for John Krasinski's IF.

IF is a movie that's part of a rare genre. The Family Film. You know, the kind that came out when millennials were children, like The Addams Family, or Hocus Pocus. A movie made for everyone to enjoy.

Now this is probably confirmation bias, since most of the fandoms I'm in are serious business, or at least they think they are, and such most of what I watch is grim, dark, or otherwise edgy. I won't deny being an edge marquis, I've been one since middle school and I'm not stopping now!

This movie, simply put, is beautiful. As we start to see more and more art about fighting (or subliminally supporting) fascism, it's like we shy away from beauty and instead want to focus wholly on how dark things are for us. And with a constant barrage of messaging like that, it's hard to stay hopeful, easy to stay mad.

Then we get a movie like IF. It takes a look at life through the most hopeful lens it can, a kid's. I don't want to get too into the story because my roommate reads this and I want them to see this as blindly as they can, but I'll tell you this: IF wants you to know that it's okay to be a kid.

But what does that mean? To be a kid? Is it to engage in wild flights of fancy where you imagine great, impossible things like an elephant made of cotton candy? Is it using play to cope with hard times? To be innocent? What is innocence anyway?

IF isn't trying to answer those questions at all. All IF cares about is that you know that it's okay to be a kid, no matter what.

For a super spoiler-free quick rundown, IF follows the adventures of Bea as she tries to help place imaginary friends (IFs) with new kids and find a new sense of purpose. Imagine (heh) Foster's Home for Imaginary (heh) Friends, but age Mac up a year and have her partner be a big furry purple guy (Hey! Like Eduardo!) named... Blue? Is this possibly an... GASP! AN EASTER EGG RIGHT THERE?! The big difference is that imaginary friends can't really be seen by anyone, except Bea and this other guy, Calvin. We'll talk about him later.

So let's talk about the rest of the movie, because there's not much more I can say without spoilers.

Just look at this man. He's distinct. You know EXACTLY what he's about, who he is, everything you need, just from looking at him.

And the same holds true of every other IF that you see (and don't) on screen. The team that worked on them did an immaculate job, perfectly capturing a child's imagination and how they see the world around them in these funny lil guys. Like how Blue is purple because his kid was colorblind, so he looked blue TO HIS KID, and how the robot IF was the kind of thing that a kid fond of taking things apart might imagine as their friend. Their personalities are all so clear, and when they're on screen they really steal the show.

Speaking of theft, let's talk the casting. Cailey Fleming plays Bea and gosh is her performance just the tops. Her first onscreen part was as young Rey in Star Wars: The Force Awakens (which I didn't watch because I just don't care much for Star Wars). This is the first place I've seen her work, and I one hundred percent believed she was actually John Krasinski's daughter.

Who, by the way, plays her dad. A lovable goofball who tries to find the fun in everything, he's sick (though we're never told with what) and is in New York for surgery. It's a big one, apparently, and there's a chance he won't wake up from the anesthesia, but he's determined to make it through. Really, what can I say about Krasinski's acting that fans of The Office haven't already said? This guy is the kind of dad I want to be when I eventually have kids.

Steve Carell voices Blue, the big purple IF on the poster. Sure, I guess if I had A critique of this movie, it's that it's another Steve Carell Funny Voice(TM) but fuck off, I had fun and it was clear he loved the project. I loved Blue, I thought he was funny and so sweet, and he was just so goddamned lovable that I genuinely had no notes.

Last, and he'd probably say least, Ryan Reynolds plays Calvin, a very handsome gentleman who can also see the IFs like Bea can. He started the effort to rehome IFs with new kids, but hasn't had much success at the time the movie starts. He's a bit of a curmudgeon, pessimistic that anything they do will work, and refers to his ability to see them as a curse, but he still does everything he can to help Bea place IFs in new homes. While still your typical wise-cracking Ryan Reynolds character, it was interesting to see him playing a character who's not about diving into things headfirst, instead giving us a more timid person who would really rather be asleep.

The cast all worked exceptionally well together. As I said, I came out of this movie truly believing that Fleming was Krasinski's daughter, and the chemistry between her and Reynolds was amazing. They really felt like friends, and I never once felt like their relationship was weird in any way. Carell and Fleming were also delightful together, with Blue serving as wonderful comedy relief.

Lastly, I guess is the score, right? I'm new to caring about this, so forgive me if I forget an important part.

Music was done by Michael Giacchino, who's score was frankly perfect. He captured the vibe perfectly, and I can honestly think of no higher praise for a film score. In particular, there was a scene that really hit me, and if the Adagio of Spartacus and Phrygia hadn't been the song used, I'm not sure I'd have cried near as hard.

So that's it. IF. A beautiful movie, a poignant message, and something that I think everyone could benefit from seeing.

Because what IF it's right? And it IS okay to be a kid?

That means anything is possible, doesn't it? What IF you COULD have a cotton candy elephant? Or a small army of Bionicle robots who are fiercely loyal to you as you lead them across Mata Nui to expunge the darkness? (Don't tell me you didn't do this. If you had Bionicle, you did this.)

What IF?

[heartcereql]

𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲

☆lo'ak sully x fem!na'vi!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒-  a little insight into lo'ak & y/n's adventures

𝐂𝐖- it's reaaaallllyy sweet (they're my babies), mentions of reader not being mentally well (y/n being relatable lmao), english is not my first language

𝐀/𝐍 - a different type of ride than you'd expect lol. ANYWAY though this is in the same au as blue velvet, can be read as part1, part2, or read it by itself. inspired by @jimfiqs ‘s comment xxx

your hand was laced with lo'ak's as you dragged him through trees, plants and bushes.

"how do you even find this places, y/n?" he commented.

you spent a lot of time by yourself, because usually your mind gave you enough trouble to abstract you from the real world. yet exploring was sort of your coping mechanism. but you could never tell lo'ak that; you didn't want to scare him.

"i'm a lost soul" you shrugged with a smile. "and i have a lot of spare time"

he grinned along, lost in the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach as you looked him.

you suddenly stopped abruptly, making lo'ak stop too. after pushing away some branches and mockingly bowing, you finally allowed him to see where you had taken him.

a turquoise watered pond rested beneath the two of you, standing on a low cliff. the water was so crystalline you could even see small fish swimming along. lo’ak had certainly never seen such a place. this secret beauty had left him amazed, and he was so absorbed in the unblemished landscape he only realised you had dived into the pond once you splashed water.

your head emerged seconds later, laughing. a grin cracked his face at your sight.

he took a moment to admire you. how your face glistened; your figure smooth in the water- no, no, no, he shouldn’t think that. you were his friend (quite more than that to him), and he didn’t want to risk your friendship. shaking his head as to dismiss the thoughts, he jumped into the pool.

“shh!”

“but why are we here?” he asked, impatiently.

you shushed at him again, glaring at him in a playful way.

“you’ll see. now be quiet” you whispered.

the two of you were hidden behind bushes and rocks. you hadn’t told him where you were taking him this time, you had just grabbed his hand and dove into the forest, crossing to the floating mountains.

“watch” you spoke, barely audible, nudging lo’ak with your shoulder and pointing him to a cave behind the bushes.

he leaned forward, spying through the branches. the entrance of the cave was facing the spot where you were hiding, revealing the inside.

a majestic ikran was crouched at the entrance. shades of aquamarine covered its skin, adorned with flecks of amber. lo’ak, being the chief’s son, had had quite a lot of experiences with ikrans, and didn’t seem really impressed. he turned to face you.

“you think i’ve never seen an ikran be-“

you silenced him by putting your hand over his mouth, giving him an apologetic smile, and turning his head back to the cave.

the ikran started moving, stretching from its previous position, revealing what its body hid from your sight. a much smaller creature was curled on the ground, asleep. the baby ikran looked almost identical to its mother, who was now unbending her sore muscles and examining the environment.

he looked so cute, you thought, admiring the baby, suddenly breathless, eyes wide, the corners of his mouth twisting into a smile.

soon your attention shifted back to the baby ikran and its mother, just in time for watching the banshee crouch back down to the baby and nuzzle her creature affectionately with her head. after a while, she started to push the baby harder- and up. lo'ak only left out a quiet 'woah' as the mother helped the baby on its feet. once the baby was steady, the eldest began to pace around, waiting then for her child to imitate her.

at first, it didn't look as if anything would happen: the baby was most likely to fall back into place. yet slow but steady, the baby ikran took a small, trembling step, much to everyone's surprise.

a baby ikran's first step, this was truly a sight worth seeing.

lo’ak found you alone under the blue sky of the midday. you were hearing the birds in the summer breeze, trapped in the puzzling web of your thoughts. you had been trying hard not to get into trouble, do something you’d regret, but it was getting more and more difficult to even wake up without a headache. a headache no remedy could cure. you see, you had this war in your mind.

“hey” he greeted.

you directed your eyes towards him, gaze softening. the whirling thoughts and toxic voices inside your head stopped as he approached you.

“hi” you saluted back. “didn’t expect you here”

“i could say the same thing” he chuckled.

you faintly smiled, but remained quiet, gaze lost. you weren't okay, and lo'ak could notice, and oh how he wanted to help you. but he knew you had a hard time speaking about yourself, so he tried to relieve whatever was bothering you.

"don't you have somewhere to take us today?" he asked, grateful as he watched you eyes light up.

"there is one place, but we'd have to wait a long time. until it gets dark" you shrugged.

"i don't have nothing better to do" lo'ak offered you a smile.

and that’s how you ended up in your favourite spot of all the forest. you killed time by playing silly games, like who could spot the weirdest creature; sharing anecdotes; and so on.

at some point, lo’ak had fully laid in the ground, claiming he wasn’t comfortable. you hummed for response, but, as he changed his position, you patted your lap.

his eyes opened in realisation, heat creeping up his neck. you offered a smile, tilting your head, motioning for him to obligue. begging that you couldn’t notice his rubor, he placed his head on your lap.

he looked up at you, examining the skies again. a peaceful expression on your face. you looked angelic, the light that filtered from the branches enlightened your features, made your hair look shiny.

eventually, though he surely was enjoying the view, lo'ak dozed off, falling asleep in the warmth of your skin. when you noticed, you smiled to yourself. getting comfortable as well, you decided to join him taking a nap. you still had a lot of time.

by the time you woke up again, you realised you were just in time for the show to begin.

"lo'ak" you shook his shoulder carefully. "wake up!"

shaking him a bit stronger, he finally opened his eyes, though a bit disorientated. he lifted his head as if your touch ad burnt him, which did make you frown a little. unbeknownst to you, the reaction had been of pure and utter shyness.

"what's going on?" he asked, still rubbing his eyes.

the sky was a dark shade of blue now, stars were beginning to glimmer in the evening sky. but it wasn't dark in the forest. before your eyes, plants and flowers were unraveling bioluminiscent lights, plaguing the forest with shimmering spots. white and gold shining specks decorated branches, bushes and the wildlife of the woods. but that was just the beginning.

soon, fireflies started to appear; even more tiny lights adorning the otherwise dark forest. even the birds that flew by shone in shades of purple, pink and blue. the sight was truly one of a kind.

"isn't it fucking beautiful?" you whispered, eyes open with admiration.

he nodded, for he was blown away too from the ethereal view. the only difference was, he was looking at you.

when you turned around and found him staring, he averted his eyes, embarrassed. you inched closer to him, your hand framing his face, lifting it slightly so he had no choice but to look at you. not that he wanted to complain.

“you have pretty eyes” you told him, biting back a smile.

his gaze shifted, almost involuntarily, to your lips, but was back into your eyes in a fraction of second.

you noticed, though.

he tried to elaborate a coherent response, another compliment to shoot at you, but he could only mumble a timid “you too..”.

your faces were close, closer than they’d ever been. eyes locked on the other’s, unable to look away. you found that you could get lost in the amber of his irises. he had discovered a galaxy in your orbs long ago.

the closeness was burning you, yearning for him. now or never. you closed the space between you, kissing his lips briefly. you backed a bit, observing his reaction. or, lack of.

had you misread the situation? hadn’t he liked it? had you scared him? had you-

the rambling thoughts stopped as he leaned closer, him kissing you this time. you didn’t hesitate to kiss back, arms sneaking around his neck.

you were breathless, but wouldn’t, couldn’t, pull away. you felt lo’ak’s hand lingering upon your waist, finally deciding to softly settle there. your lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. the kiss was sweet and passionate, messy and rythmic; it was everything one wanted in a kiss but nothing no one could ever imagine.

tongues now grazing each other; wherever he touched you, fireworks erupted on your skin.

that night, once he was home, lo'ak laid awake, staring at the ceiling. he could still feel your fingers around him, could still smell your scent, could still hear your soft, steady breathing.

he felt whole, complete, he felt right. lo'ak was filled with a delightful relief. fucking finally. how long he had wanted to do that. and now that it had finally happened, he found himself craving for more. more time with you, more kissing you, more embracing you, more you.

he was eager to get up, to see you again, feet lighter than they had ever been. but as he approached your spot, lo'ak felt uneasy. what if you didn't want to see him again? or if you regretted it? what if you weren't even there.

he forced himself to swallow his thoughts when he saw your figure, graceful, enhacing.

and as he saw you there, legs folded and head resting against your knees, he remember something he had wanted to do, to show you, for a while. and now he had finally succeeded in it.

it would be like reversing your trips. he knew you knew an impressible lot about ikrans, but, as far as he was concerned, you didn't have one of your own. this idea renewed his confidence and finally walked to you.

you looked up at him from where you sat. truth be told, you were as clueless as he was as to what to do now, so you flashed him a shy smile.

but lo'ak didn't even give you a spare second to greet him, as he took your hands, surely but tenderly, and pulled you all the way up to your feet.

"c'mon!" he exclaimed, starting to walk, leading you for once.

you let out a laugh. "well, this is new. where are we going?" you asked, mocking the way he would always ask you.

"you'll see soon" he responded, like you would always do.

the both of you walked in silence for the better part of the journey. you were suddenly very conscious of the way his hand was holding yours. you were usually the one to grab his hand, and you paid no mind to it; while your grip was careless and determined, his hands were gentle and soft on yours.

lo'ak was focused on revising the details of his adventure. he was keeping all negative thoughts at bay. you would love it, he was sure. and then, there you were.

"okay, close your eyes" he instructed.

you raised your brows.

"seriously?" your spoke in disbelief, a playful grin on your face.

"yes, seriously"

you complied, closing your eyes, staying in place. this felt weird. but a really good weird. you weren't one to receive surprises; you often gave them. so the excitement bubbling up inside you was new and intriguing.

after some minutes, you finally heard feet rustling, stomping, lo'ak sushing.

"now you can open your eyes"

you did as you were told, and certainly nothing could've prepared you for what was standing before your eyes.

an ikran. a fucking ikran, in all its splendor and glory. it obviously wasn't the first time you saw an ikran, but you had never seen one so close, close enough to stretch your arm and pet its head.

your month fell slightly open. a small knot appeared between your brows as you were trying to figure out how the hell lo'ak had dragged an ikran there, or how he had managed to get it so close to-

then it hit you.

"you tamed an ikran?! you tamed an ikran and you didn't tell me!" you feigned offense for a second. "lo'ak, this is seriously amazing. i am so proud of you. why didn't you tell me?"

he felt a faint blush creep up his cheeks. a proud, content grin spread through his lips. you were proud of him. then he sure could be proud of himself.

"wait- am i going to see you fly?" you asked as you noticed the mount on the ikran.

"sort of. we're going for a ride" he shrugged, smiling as he could see shock and eagerness spreading across your face.

"we- oh for eywa's sake, no fucking way!" you could barely hold in your excitement.

he mounted you first and then climbedon the ikran before you. you wrapped your hands around his torso. without wasting any more time, and without giving you a single warning, he took off, his ikran taking you both up into the sky.

you let out an euphoric laugh and rested your head against your shoulder.

"this is amazing!" you had to scream so the wind didn't take your voice away, tightening your arms around him.

you had no way of seeing it, but lo'ak didn't stop smiling throughout the ride.

once you landed, you were breathless.

"lo'ak, that might have been one of the best things i've ever experienced. thank you, truly, it was wonderful" you said, the purest look of admiration on your features.

"hey, it was my pleasure" he replied, shrugging the tingling of his stomach away with a smile.

you reciprocated the smile. lo'ak made you forget how tired you were of feeling like you're fucking crazy, tired of staying up until you saw starts in your eyes. and so, your 'thank you' wasn't only for this particular morning, but for all of him.

suddenly he became all so nervous, no longer able to hold your gaze as he remembered the previous night. he was beyond okay with it, yet he wanted to make things clear, to know how you felt about it.

"y/n" he called your attention, voice subdued. "i..." he drifted again. "about.. well, about last night..." he got lost again.

"lo'ak" you said subtly. your voice seemed to ease his nerves. "there's only one thing i'm sure of about last night"

his brows raised in question, taking in how relaxed your gaze became when you settled your eyes on him.

"i want it to happen again"

© heartcereql, 2023 || thank you for reading ! 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Yuuri Katsuki has Bullied Kid energy.

Yuuri : Don't you dare see me as weak or perceive my vulnerability. Please comfort me and reassure me. I'll be constantly afraid of your reaction if I inconvenience you. Nothing scares me more than the people I trust lying to me. I'm more competent and at home in the face of people's scorn than in the face of their genuine love for me. The idea that anyone could see me as desirable is baffling. The world sees me as little more than dirt and I don't disagree with them. I am going to make them eat their teeth with their words or so help me I will set myself on fire trying. Just watch, I am the most beautiful woman in town and you will rue the day you underestimated me. How you like me now?

Victor, thinking he'd been dumped by the first person who'd made him happy in a very long time : I see this, I respect this, I am going to use the hell out of this. Hey. Hey fatty. Watch me pry the thing you love and use to cope with your feelings right out of your fingers until you lose weight. kinda reminiscent of what you did to me :) kinda sorta you know just a lil bit. You don't know what eros is? Okay, now you're just making fun of me.

Victor, after Yuuri had his katsudon eros realization : ...JFC he actually literally doesn't know. I. Uh. ...Huh. Well. Uhm. Okay. Maybe that means he doesn't get OTHER things too. He. He genuinely doesn't know what he did to me. He probably didn't even do it deliberately. Okay. Okay? Okay. I can work with this. THINK OF THE JUICY SUCCULENT PORK, BABE. ...I can't fkn believe this.

Victor, several episodes later when Yuuri reveals he literally doesn't remember the banquet: ...Well shit. The past year of my life has been a lie and I might be an asshole. Hm.

I've read some fics where after Yuuri's ED gets triggered and he crashes hard Victor looks back at all those early comments and goes 'I didn't mean it that way babe you're hot when you're fat and you weren't even that fat it was just that it could be unsafe for your joints to skate in that condition' and sure okay I get wanting to minimize the blow and Yuuri is adorable AF when he's heavier and i still enjoy those fics for the most part but

I disagree with that fully and completely cus nah, Victor's a petty lil bitch who can be cold and ruthless and isn't afraid to hurt people. Is he also warm and kind and loving and doing his best? Yes. He contains multitudes. But he was absolutely aiming to hurt, because he was hurt.

Yuuri, meanwhile, who's been bullied for a great majority of his childhood but has complete faith in Victor and unwavering confidence in his honesty - especially when that honesty fits his world view - that he has an entire Victor shaped blind spot : Eh? Pfft. He wasn't bullying me, what are you talking about? He was literally telling the truth. :/ I mean really, he was taking care of me.

Victor, falling to the ground and clutching his stomach with a groan because ooouuugghhh guilt-nausea : Y-....Yuuri.....

Yuuri : I mean Yurio can be a bully but that's just how he shows he cares so :3 Nah haha, I've had waaaay worse, trust me, lol

Yurio : ....I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I have never asked to be a part of?

Victor, convulsing :

I think Yuuri can absolutely pick up on when Victor is being dishonest with him and poking his sharp little fingers into the sore spots, but more on an intuitive level that he doesn't know how to make sense of logically, so he just accepts it and moves on largely without comment a;dlkf he'll probably figure it out like fifteen years down the road when he's older and wiser and one day he squints at his husband and goes "...huh, okay" and then never does anything about it anyway because he loves Victor and forgives him and also Victor's hot when he's being mean so

[fangswbenefits]

First of all, Ruby, thank you for your beautiful and intricate writing! I'm one of your newer followers, and I read your fanfic stories every night before I go to bed. I hope you know how appreciated you are! I do have a burning question that I wanted to ask.. And I hope this won't cause a lot of controversy, so I understand if you don't want to share this publicly! But I recently got Astarion's scar tattooed on my back, just as big as his as well. For me, it represents the trauma that I've gone through, but it also represents hope and healing. It's all we can do, grow and heal..

But what's your personal take on people who get it tattooed? Is it bad? Offensive? Was I wrong for getting it? I know some might have a strong opinion on it because they may think it's disrespectful because, for Astarion, it meant trauma, abuse, and suffering. And I understand that it's a very real thing that people go through in real life. I've had a similar experience myself, unfortunately. And that's why I chose to get this tattooed. It's telling my story, acknowledging that it will always be a part of me, but learning how to cope and grow from that dark part of my past. I just hope that if anyone ever recognizes it, that it doesn't offend or upset them because of Astarion's story..

Anyway, much love, Ruby, and thank you again for sharing your amazing talent with us. Never change who you are. And I can't wait to continue supporting you! 🫶🏼

My friend, I know people online can be... tiresome.

What matters is what it means to you. It's your body. You have the right to deal with trauma in ways that are healthy. This, in my opinion, is one of them 🫂

I have the inscription of the One Ring on my arm, and I got it because it represents a very happy part of my life. I grew up watching LOTR with my siblings and I loved the design and got it. As simple as that.

Don't worry about what others think. It's your story. Your life. Your trauma. Your coping mechanism. You don't owe anyone any explanations 🩷 thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share this with me and I hope you're doing well 🫂

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Soldier headcannons

Soldier Headcanons!

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I'm going to sob. I had to look up how to spell both words right. How am I supposed to be a writer if I can't write. Anyways, mutual appreciation comment time! Thank you for being mutual and correcting my spelling 😭

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I don't write enough for him, so I'm worried but excited to try!

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I stand by the fact that this man is the typical American dad, but... he's also such a fucking crazy?

Like one day, he'll be grilling steak in an apron that says "Gold bless America" on the tits, six pack half gone, (it's 10 am) telling you the story of how he went out and killed it with his bare hands only about seven minutes ago. Then, the next day, you'll see him eating half a bag of potting soil and rocks for breakfast. Like???? And he's still in good health, so I guess whatever he's doing is working?

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Nearly shit himself when he found the bombpop vodka. Nearly killed himself, mixing it with the bombpop Mt. Dew.

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I don't see enough content with Soldier and Pyro, which is sad because, like, they're both sweet and would totally be friends.

Let's be honest, Soldier would sit and tell Pyro every piece of American history he knows, and Pyro would sit and listen. Dare I say Pyro might even enjoy listening about the history of America.

But I do think that Pyro and Soldiers friendship is different from Engie and Pyros' friendship. Pyro and Soldier are like brothers. Engie and Pyro are like father and child.

I think Engie keeps Soldier in line, too. I think them as a group would be really cute.

(Also, I think him and Scout have a father and son bond. Please it would be so sweet.)

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Speaking of history! He has one of those tables where you can reenact a war with like plastic tanks and mini figures. (I can't for the life of me remember what it's called.) He's memorized every war, every move, every anything. Tell him a specific date, and he can set it up to match what happened that day perfectly.

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While this man does act goofy and al aot playfully criminally insane. I do think he has very real issues. He is super on edge most of the time. He can't deal with sudden loud noise without a warning. He's protective over anyone and everyone. (He would take a bullet for any of his teammates).

I don't know if I'd say he has PTSD but something happened to him, and the whole loud, proud American man! Is a persona, a way to cope and find a distraction from the bad times.

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You'd think for a man who's so pro America he'd be unaware of the world around him, but you'd be wrong. This man loves other countries too, it's just happens to be the U.S., which is his everything.

He knows about the culture and life in other countries because he learned about them after he met Medic, Heavy, Spy, and Demo. He wanted to get to know them and understand their country because he just assumed everyone was as proud of their home as he was, so he wanted to be able to talk about it with them in the same way he talks about America.

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I think he reads Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters books. I can't really explain why? I just get the vibe that he likes them.

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Fourth of July is obviously his favorite holiday. But considering half the base isn't American and the other half isn't too keen on celebrating, he always thinks he's going to have to celebrate alone. But NOPE. You bet your ass the Mercs celebrate with him.

He loves his teammates, and they love him.

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Love marine biology! A huge fan of sharks and whales. Cried when he found out about whale sharks.

"ITS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL! THE BEST OF EVERYHTING!"

His favorite sharks are hammer heads, and his favorite whale is a beluga whale.

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I don't care if he has a set home state in canon. THIS MAN IS FLORIDA CODED!

He's wrestled an alligator and fucking won!

One time, the team took a vacation to Florida. I imagine this happening with him and Scout. Like vividly.

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Okay so that was really fun! I hope you liked this because I was super worried halfway through that they weren't going to be good 😭

I think he's actually a really neat character, I'm glad I got to write for him!

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[ladyniniane]

Author Questionnaire Tag Game

I was tagged by @aninkwellofnectar. Thank you for tagging me, it was really fun and interesting!

About me

When did you start writing?

I think I was 12. I have always been a daydreamer, making scenarios in my head. But I started writing for real at that time. I wrote little stories, inspired by my favorite fictional universes, in a notebook. However, I started writing seriously at 19 with my first original short stories. I then went on to write my first novels and short stories before going back to fanfic and then to original writing again.

Are there genres/themes you enjoy reading different to the ones you write?

I read a lot of historical fiction. (And I realize that the more time passes, the less fantasy I read. I'm still reading it, but I'm extremely picky).

My fictional worlds are inspired by historical settings. But historical accuracy isn't my goal (and I'm not writing historical fiction in the first place). My stories are my playground and I'm doing what I want. If I want to change and twist things, put women in roles they didn't have at that time/setting, no one is going to stop me.

If I write fantasy, it's because I enjoy the freedom and range of possibilities it gives me.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

Tanith Lee. I wish I could write as beautifully as her, with her lush prose and atmospheric settings. Plots weren't her strong point, just like it is the case for me --'.

Anyway, read Tanith Lee. She has written so many works that you will certainly find something that you like.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space?

I'm either writing on my desk or seated on the couch. That's pretty basic.

I'm writing on my laptop, but I take some notes in a notebook.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

I read/watch things that inspire me or remind me of my projects. I do some research. I also imagine my characters in different situations and see where it goes. I also brainstorm and just focus on what I want to write to see things more clearly.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I think! More in a diluted than obvious way, though. For instance, I've always been in awe of the beauty of summer nights in Corsica, being able to walk outside and see all those stars in the sky. It shows in the way I describe the night and starry skies.

Are there any recurring themes of your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Coping with grief, loss, mourning, absence and transformation. Life and death. Resilience. Finding a light after a long road in the darkness. Finding the will to live on. The beauty of the mundane. Finding a community and a purpose. Self-acceptance. Self-reliance. Overcoming one's fears and limitations. Breaking free from the chains of the past.

I'm not surprised at all! They reflect my personal experiences and my hopes.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favourite character?

Zoé, the protagonist of my Byzantine-inspired novel project (title: Zoé, dame du palais/Zoé, lady of the palace). She's in her late twenties and a widow (or at least she considers herself so since her fiancé died before their wedding).

Coming from a dangerous border region, she's a skilled warrior. As she moves to the capital, she's presented with an opportunity to work at the palace. There, she becomes an attendant to the empress dowager and will find schemes, rivalry but also love and friendship.

She's headstrong, mature, generous and passionate, but also deeply aware of her own darker sides. It's better not to be her enemy.

I love her for her adaptability and the dual role she's able to play, being both warrior and court lady. She's savvy, world-weary and experienced in all areas of life.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

I think I would get along with my OCs Gladys and Maeve! They are both cheerful and sociable so it would be easier for me.

Which of your characters would you dislike most if you met them?

Some of my stories have pretty awful parents, so it would likely be one of them.

Tell me more about the process of coming up with your characters.

I wrote about it here.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

My stories are almost always centered around a female protagonist. She has the ways to fend for herself in this world (both physically and intellectually). She's the heroine of her story and she isn't defined by a love interest.

The cast of my stories is largely female. There are important male characters, but they aren't the majority. I don't do it on purpose, it's just the way it is.

And as I've said before, most of my characters deal with some form of loss.

There are also strong bonds between mothers and daughters or with a female mentor.

How do you picture your characters?

I have a pretty solid idea of what they look like to the point I can draw them. Sometimes I'm helped by faceclaims, sometimes not.

My Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

I write because I need to. My life feels empty if I don't. I have a vivid imagination and I can't help but make stories in my head. I'm also writing for escapism.

But I'm also writing in the hope of being read one day and also connecting with like-minded people through my writing.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

First: when I see that I properly managed to convey the feeling/meaning of a scene. I'm also happy when people tell me that a scene had a lasting impact on them.

But what I like the most is when people tell me that my stories touched me/made them happy/feel good. Life is pretty difficult as it is. So I'm proud of being able to bring a little joy/escapism!

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

I want to be thought as someone who writes memorable stories with compelling characters.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I have been told that my writing is immersive. I'm able to convey the atmosphere of a scene, the feelings, emotions and to paint vivid visual descriptions.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm proud of what I've achieved so far. I think my writing flows well. I'm proud that I kept going and stopped listening to the hater in my head.

I'm a perfectionist, so I'm never completely satisfied. Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I write. But at least, it challenges me and motivates me so I can improve.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yes. I know, I wrote earlier that I hoped to be read. But that's not the only reason I write.

I also write to find joy and to make things more bearable. So yes, I would still be writing. Because I can't imagine a world where I don't write. It's a part of my daily life.

And besides, some of the things I wrote have been almost completely ignored despite all the energy and love I put in it. So I know that being read is never guaranteed.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? if it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I purely write what I enjoy (and I mean, I wrote a long OCxCanon fanfic for a fandom where it isn't that popular). I know that my stories don't necessarily fit in a box. For now, I'm happy with just sharing them online.

I don't want to change things because it wouldn't sound like me. It wouldn't be genuine. Trying to please everyone leads nowhere.

I tag (no pressure!) @lilias42, @take-me-to-valhalla, @fuckingferalhawks, @mwezina, @lumeha, @intricatecaprice, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @sinniel @tockamybeloved

And everyone who wants to do it (feel free to tell me if you want to be included in that sort of tags in the future, I'm looking for new writing friends :D).

[alwaysteveswife]

Titanic | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (part 1)

Sorry, it took longer than I wanted to do this chapter, but I needed to redo the scenes where it was difficult to make the gender change fit in. Anyway, I'll try to upload more often 🥲.

(Short, I know, but it's five in the morning and I'm about to fall asleep listening to the Titanic soundtrack).

Words: 666

It had been more than three hours since the ship had sailed. Most of the passengers already had their belongings out of their suitcases, arranged in the trunks in the rooms or lying on the bed in complete disarray.

Robin and Y/N, like those many people, had stowed their few belongings in the small trunks given to the lower class.

The room was no big deal. It was small, so small that there was only a single berth, a nightstand and the trunk. Despite that, the girls couldn't have been more excited. Y/N had spent the last three hours going over how much money they had won in the bet, and Robin, on the other hand, had been pacing around the harried room, prattling on about how this was her dream come true.

"We have to go, Y/N, it's the welcome party, or boat, what difference does it make? it's a free party!" Robin insisted, sitting down on the floor next to her best friend and only confidant "it'll be fun, I promise."

Y/N let out a giggle so low that, if it weren't for Robin's incredible hearing, she wouldn't have even heard it. "Why don't you go by yourself? I don't feel like going out at this hour, it was too emotionally packed a day."

"I know, I know, but it'll only be ten minutes, after that you can come back here and rest" Robin pleaded, taking Y/N's hands and squeezing them gently "Please?".

She just rolled her eyes, causing a big smile to settle on Robin's face. She had won.

Y/N took a big breath of fresh air, letting out a big sigh and relaxing his muscles. Contrary to what she thought, the party had been very hectic. There were people dancing everywhere. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes flooded the room that could barely cope with all the people in it. Yes, it was suffocating, but it wasn't unpleasant to the point of vomiting either, or at least that's what Y/N tried to tell herself as she remembered the countless number of people she saw getting drunk until they passed out.

She stretched both arms above her head, walking across the deck of the ship slowly. It was quite late, so there weren't many people next to her, except for a few night workers watching from above.

She reached into her right pocket, pulling out a cigarette that, much to her regret -or so she tried to convince herself- she had been forced to steal.

She lit the fire as easily as an expert smoker could, perhaps she was. She sat on a bench near the ship's rail, taking a long puff of smoke and staring up at the night sky. It looked splendid.

She closed her eyes for a moment, barely a few seconds, seconds that were enough for quick, heavy footsteps to come towards her at full speed. When she opened her eyes there was no one in front of her. She looked both ways, stifling a gasp as she saw a smartly dressed man start to climb over the railing.

"Wait!" came from Y/N's lips, so loud and sure that even she couldn't believe she had said that. "Don't do it," she said, watching every move expectantly, slowly approaching.

And then, as if he was waiting for her to speak to him -or at least Y/N wanted to think so- the boy turned away.

The air caught in her throat as she saw him face to face. He was beautiful. There was a lot of wind, enough to ruffle his chocolate brown hair, his eyes looked dark but bright at the same time, they looked as if they were searching for a reason to live.

And Y/N set out to give it to him, even if it would only be temporary.

Masterlist

Tag: @kaverichauhan