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[townpostin]

Aadhaar Services Set for Major Expansion in East Singhbhum

District Administration Plans New Centers and Enhanced Efficiency Comprehensive review aims to improve Aadhaar registration and update facilities across Jamshedpur and surrounding areas. JAMSHEDPUR – The District Level Aadhaar Monitoring Committee, under the guidance of District Magistrate Ananya Mittal, has outlined plans to significantly expand Aadhaar services in East Singhbhum. Deputy…

[flutterflowdevs]

Mastering Flutterflow: Tips and Tricks for Aspiring App Developers Why Every App

In today’s fast-paced digital world, app development is more crucial than ever. With millions of apps available, standing out is a challenge for aspiring developers. This is where Flutterflow comes into play. Imagine being able to design and build beautiful applications without the steep learning curve of traditional coding. Whether you’re a seasoned developer or just starting your journey, Flutterflow offers innovative tools that can simplify the entire process. What if you could create mobile apps with minimal effort while maximizing creativity? That’s the magic of using Flutterflow as your go-to platform. It's not just about building an app; it's about mastering an art form that blends functionality with stunning visuals. If you're eager to dive into the world of app development and want to make waves in this vibrant ecosystem, let’s explore how Flutterflow can elevate your skills and help you become a proficient Flutterflow App Developer!

Benefits of Using Flutterflow for App Development

Flutterflow revolutionizes app development with its no-code approach, making it accessible for everyone. You don’t need extensive programming knowledge to create stunning applications. This feature empowers designers and entrepreneurs to bring their ideas to life quickly. The platform’s drag-and-drop interface streamlines the design process. It allows you to visualize your app in real time, reducing the back-and-forth typical of traditional coding methods. You can see changes instantly, enhancing creativity and efficiency. Another key advantage is the built-in integration with Firebase and other services. This means developers can add backend functionality without hassle, saving valuable time during project execution. Collaboration is seamless too. Flutterflow enables team members to work together effortlessly on a single project, ensuring that feedback loops are short and productive. With these benefits combined, it's clear why so many are choosing Flutterflow as their preferred development tool.

Designing Your App with Flutterflow

Designing your app with Flutterflow can be a seamless experience. The platform offers an intuitive drag-and-drop interface that simplifies the design process. You don’t need to be a coding expert to create stunning visuals. Start by exploring pre-built templates tailored for various industries. These templates provide inspiration and save time, allowing you to focus on customization. Utilize the extensive widget library available in Flutterflow. Widgets help you craft unique layouts while ensuring responsiveness across devices. From buttons to complex animations, there’s something for every vision. Pay attention to color schemes and typography; they define your brand's voice within the app. Consistency is key when it comes to user experience—ensure elements align well visually and functionally. Harness real-time collaboration features if you're part of a team. This ensures everyone stays aligned without losing creativity during the design phase.

Adding Functionality with Actions and Interactions

When it comes to enhancing your app’s capabilities, Flutterflow shines with its intuitive approach to adding functionality. The platform allows you to incorporate various actions and interactions seamlessly. Widgets are the building blocks for interactions in Flutterflow. You can easily set up buttons or gestures that trigger specific actions within your app. Whether it's navigating between screens, triggering animations, or launching external links, everything is straightforward. One of the standout features is the ability to add backend functionality without needing extensive coding knowledge. With just a few clicks, you can connect APIs or databases directly through Flutterflow’s interface. This opens up a world of possibilities for data-driven applications. Moreover, integrating third-party services like authentication providers is simple too. Set up user logins or social media sign-ins efficiently and securely using pre-built options available in Flutterflow. Testing these functionalities is equally hassle-free; you can preview changes instantly as you build your app. This iterative process helps refine user experience right from the start. Exploring these actionable elements will undoubtedly elevate your skills as a Flutterflow App Developer while also making your projects more dynamic and engaging for users looking forward to their next favorite application.

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[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

[httpswritings]

if you were my little girl: the series

alexia putellas x child!reader; this story contains mentions of traumatic experiences as drug addiction, child abuse and similar topics. don't read it if you find those topics triggering.

A Barcelona Hope Blooms

Alexia never felt the desire to have kids.

She enjoyed being around them, but maternity wasn't for her.

You, however, were a whirlwind of seven years old, a hurricane of energy fueled by football. Barcelona Femení's rise, intertwined with the Spanish National Team's success, had ignited a passion that burned brighter than any birthday candle. And at the heart of this inferno stood Alexia Putellas, your idol.

Her laser focus on the pitch, the way she orchestrated every move with an almost telepathic precision, it all mesmerized you. You saw in her an ideal – relentless pursuit of excellence, unwavering dedication to the beautiful game.

The Eye of Barça: A Scout's Discovery in Barcelona

The rhythmic thud of the worn-out ball against your worn-out trainers was the soundtrack of your afternoons. Barcelona's bustling streets were your training ground, the chipped brick wall your loyal opponent. You weren't just playing keepy-uppy - you were weaving magic, dribbling past imaginary defenders, scoring wonder goals against a rusty shopping cart guarding a den of discarded tires. You were a queen on this dusty pitch, ruling with every flick of your foot.

Suddenly, a sharp tug sent you stumbling. You whirled around to see your mom, her face etched with worry as she glared at the man in the crisp suit towering over you.

“Who is this?“ she demanded, her voice a tight knot of concern.

The man smiled reassuringly, flashing a badge that glinted in the afternoon sun. “Don't worry,“ he said in smooth Spanish, “my name is Mikel, and I'm a scout for FC Barcelona.” He gestured toward you. “I couldn't help but notice your impressive skills.“

Your stomach lurched. Was he serious? Could this be real? Your mom's frown deepened, a million questions swirling in her eyes. Mikel sensed her apprehension and continued, “We have a fantastic girls' academy at La Masia, where young talents like your daughter can learn and grow. We'd love for her to try out.“

Barcelona's prestigious academy, La Masia, was a name whispered with reverence. It was a factory that churned out legendary players, a dream factory for any aspiring footballer. Your heart hammered in your chest, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs.

Your mom, however, looked unconvinced. “But she's just a kid,“ she protested, her voice softening. “Isn't she a bit young?“

Mikel chuckled, a warm sound that calmed her ruffled feathers. “We start training young, señora," he explained. "But don't worry, we have a great program for girls her age. It's a chance to see if she truly has the passion and develop her talent.“

You looked from your mom, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and hope, to Mikel, his smile radiating both professionalism and genuine enthusiasm. This wasn't just a game anymore. This was a potential turning point, a fork in the dusty road that stretched before you.

Taking a deep breath, you met your mom's gaze, a silent plea unspoken but clear. A flicker of understanding passed between you, a silent pact forged in the gritty heart of Barcelona. With a hesitant nod, your mom turned to Mikel.

“Alright.”

Facing Alexia

The day of the camp arrived, a nervous flutter in your stomach battling with pure excitement. Stepping onto the field, you scanned the faces, searching for the one that graced your bedroom walls. And then, there she was, Alexia Putellas, no longer a poster image but a living, breathing embodiment of your footballing dreams.

The drills began, each touch, each pass judged by the watchful gaze of your hero. You focused on the ball, desperately trying to block out the pressure, the weight of Alexia's scrutiny. Yet, every now and then, you'd steal a glance.

A whistle blew, stopping the drill. Alexia walked towards you, her expression still unreadable. You braced yourself for criticism, for disappointment. Instead, she stopped in front of you, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“I'm amazed,“ she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. “You have some raw talent there.“

You stared at her, speechless, the weight of her words settling on you. It wasn't praise from just any player – it was from Alexia Putellas. A wave of pride washed over you, a feeling far more intoxicating than any goal you'd ever scored. This wasn't just about drills or impressing coaches. This was about proving yourself, about earning a nod of approval from your hero.

Bruised Bloom

At La Masia, you thrived. Here, amidst your teammates, you weren't just a kid caught in a crossfire. You were a footballer, a budding talent with a future that stretched beyond the grimy walls of your apartment.

Training was your sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos that permeated your home life. The hushed whispers, the acrid smells, the constant tension – it all dissolved the moment you stepped onto the field. Here, the only pressure was the weight of the ball on your foot, the thrill of the game.

Back home, your world was a minefield. Your mother, despite the worried facade she put on at the park when Mikel first scouted you, was a ghost, lost in a world of her own until she felt it was time to punish you. Your father, a storm that brewed unpredictably, filled the silence with violence and toxic fumes.

The thought of returning after practice sent a knot of dread twisting in your gut. Yet, you faced it every day, a warrior donning a hopeful smile like armor. You knew you couldn't speak, couldn't reveal the truth behind your closed-door reality. So, you played, harder than anyone else, pouring every ounce of your hurt, your anger, your fear, into your game, hoping time would pass fast and you would reach adulthood and the possibility of escaping home.

The Girl Who Played with Ghosts

Days morphed into weeks, and the vibrant memory of Alexia's praise began to fade, replaced by a dull ache of missing her. It wasn't just the validation of your skills; it was the warmth in her eyes, a flicker of something that mirrored your own yearning for connection.

You were a child overflowing with love, a dam overflowing with affection that had nowhere to spill. Your home life offered no solace, your parents existing in their own desolate realities. So, you latched onto any adult who offered a sliver of kindness, a fleeting pat on the head, or a word of encouragement.

Alexia, with her quiet intensity and unexpected gentleness, had become a beacon in your world.

You would often daydream about her being your big sister, your mother, anything that made you feel secure. You craved her approval, not just for your football, but for your very existence. The thought of her watching you play again, that focused gaze that made you both nervous and exhilarated, filled you with a strange longing.

Alexia's Eye

One afternoon, during a particularly grueling training session, your heart sank as you saw Alexia emerge from the building. Your body ached, your muscles screaming in protest, but a surge of energy coursed through you nonetheless. Every drill, every tackle, became a silent plea, a desperate attempt to catch her eye, to earn another nod of approval, another fleeting moment of connection in this vast, intimidating world.

As practice ended, your teammates dispersed, their chatter fading into the Barcelona dusk. You lingered, hoping, praying Alexia wouldn't vanish like smoke. And then, as you were about to turn away, defeated, you saw her. She stood by the entrance, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched you catch your breath.

“I was supposed to watch you training but my day got a little derailed. Still, I hear whispers of a wonder-kid on the pitch today. Any truth to that rumor?"

Your heart soared. It wasn't the words themselves, but the way she said them, the unspoken recognition that ignited a spark of warmth within you. You weren't just another trainee anymore. You were someone she saw, someone with potential, someone who, maybe, just maybe, deserved a little bit of her time, a little bit of her attention.

"I... I just try my best," you stammered, suddenly self-conscious under her gaze.

"Well, that best seems pretty good," she countered, her smile widening. "Mind if I see a sample?"

Bittersweet Symphony

You nearly tripped over your own feet. Alexia, wanting to see you play?

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders, a newfound determination coursing through you. "I'd be honored," you declared, voice surprisingly steady.

As you ran through drills, fueled by a mix of excitement and nervousness, you felt a different kind of pressure. No longer was it just about proving yourself; it was about capturing that spark, that flicker of something special, in Alexia's eyes. You weren't just playing football anymore. You were playing for recognition, for connection, for a chance to forge a bond with the woman who had become your hero.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the La Masia training grounds in a warm glow. Alexia watched you with a smile, a hint of amusement and something deeper, a flicker of recognition, in her eyes.

"You're good, kid," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Reminds me of myself at your age. Full of fire."

Your chest puffed out with pride. Alexia Putellas, your idol, was complimenting you! A warmth bloomed in your stomach, a feeling so foreign and comforting it made your eyes sting. It was like a hug, a feeling of love and acceptance you didn't think you'd ever experience.

Lost in this bubble of newfound joy, you didn't notice the other players filtering out, their chatter fading into the twilight. You were completely focused on Alexia, hanging on to every word, every encouraging nod.

Finally, a hand rested on your shoulder. You looked up, expecting Alexia's brilliant gaze, but instead, saw the concerned face of a coach. "It's getting late, kiddo," he said kindly. "Where are your parents? Are you leaving with them?"

You blinked, the realization hitting you like a cold wave. Your parents. You hadn't thought about them all afternoon, consumed by the warmth of Alexia's approval. Now, a knot formed in your gut. If they were late, that meant... you knew. The picture wasn't pretty, the familiar scene of their slumped figures reeking of alcohol playing in your mind.

Suddenly, the thought of a chaotic homecoming was a thousand times less appealing than the gentle reprimand of a coach and the lingering hope of Alexia's smile. You mumbled, "They'll... I guess they'll be here soon."

Alexia, who had been watching the exchange, now looked closely at you. The amusement in her eyes was replaced with a spark of concern, a question unspoken. You knew you couldn't stay here forever, but the thought of facing your reality was terrifying.

Behind The Charade

Then, there they were, your parents, their faces flushed, their laughter grating against the now-silent training grounds.

Your coach, Jordi, observed them from afar.

He knew something was off, but couldn't figure out what.

Jordi, your coach, watched them approach, a knot tightening in his stomach. Something was off, a forced joviality that didn't reach their eyes. They were experts at this charade, fooling people into believing their dysfunctional family was a picture of normalcy.

You, however, knew their routine all too well. A quick excuse, a feigned apology, and then the inevitable escape. You squeezed your eyes shut, a silent plea escaping your lips. When you opened them again, a desperate hope filled them.

"Alexia," you blurted, your voice barely audible, "would you… would you come watch me train next week?"

Alexia, who'd been observing the exchange with a growing sense of unease, met your hopeful gaze. Your fear, barely veiled, tugged at her heartstrings.

"Of course," she replied, her voice surprisingly firm. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Your parents seemed oblivious, their attention focused on their next conquest, whatever that might be. You knew the drive home would be a terrifying journey, a cacophony of drunken arguments and reckless driving.

Eyes Shut, Hopes Open

As your father lurched the car forward, you squeezed your eyes shut, a single image flashing before them.

The image of Alexia in your imagination, her strong hand clasped in yours, a silent promise of protection in a world that seemed far from safe.

The roar of the engine filled the car, but it was Alexia's voice, a whisper in your mind, that brought a sliver of solace: "We'll get through this, together." The destination might be uncertain, but for the first time, you weren't alone.

[hermajestyimher]

Let's Discuss: Monitoring Spirits

Have you ever noticed each time you open your mouth prematurely to someone, that somehow things end up falling apart? Or how certain people seem oddly interested in what is happening in your life but are never willing to share nearly as much information about themselves as they request from you? Behind the smiles and seemingly happy faces of many people lies a sinister agenda: the desire to keep tabs on those they envy or perceive as threats. These individuals often gather information about your life, not out of genuine interest, but to find ways to create stumbling blocks in your path. Whether consciously or subconsciously, they seek to undermine your progress and sow seeds of doubt and confusion.

The Deceptive Facade

These monitoring spirits often disguise themselves as friends or acquaintances who appear supportive. They pretend to be friendly and interested in your well-being, but sooner or later, their true colors begin to show. You might notice their persistent questioning about your plans and aspirations, seemingly innocuous at first. However, you may also start noticing a pattern: each time you share your goals with them, things don’t seem to go as planned. Their presence might be followed by stagnation or unexpected setbacks in your life.

Look closely, and you'll see behind their fake friendly faces that their stares often reek of resentment and hidden animosity. They might offer insincere compliments or feign interest in your achievements, but their underlying motives are anything but supportive. Recognizing these subtle signs can be difficult, especially when you want to believe the best in people. However, discernment is your greatest tool in uncovering these hidden agendas.

The Power of Discernment

When you develop discernment, you gain the ability to uncover the lies and manipulations of these monitoring spirits before they can cause significant harm. Discernment allows you to see through the facade, distinguishing genuine allies from those who merely pretend to be in your corner. It empowers you to trust your instincts and make informed decisions about whom to confide in and rely upon.

Be cautious of those who pretend to be on your side but whose actions, when put to the test, reveal a disinterest in genuinely supporting you. Real friends and allies are those who celebrate your successes and are there to uplift you during challenges. They don’t use your vulnerabilities against you or harbor secret resentment.

Monitoring Spirits in Your Circle

Monitoring spirits can exist within your circle of friends, family, or even romantic relationships. Sometimes, the person you least expect is secretly hoping for your downfall. They may exhibit behavior that seems supportive on the surface but subtly undermines your confidence and progress. They might ask intrusive questions about your life, probing for weaknesses or areas they can exploit.

In romantic relationships, these spirits may appear as partners who seem loving and attentive but harbor jealousy towards your achievements. They might downplay your successes, subtly discouraging you from pursuing your goals under the guise of concern or practicality. Recognizing these signs is crucial to protecting your energy and maintaining control over your life’s narrative.

Protecting Yourself from Monitoring Spirits

To safeguard yourself from these negative influences, adopt a mindset of caution and self-preservation. Here are a few strategies to consider:

Keep Your Plans Private: Resist the urge to share every detail of your life with everyone. The less information these spirits have, the less ammunition they possess to use against you. Keep your goals and aspirations close to your heart, sharing them only with those who have proven themselves trustworthy and supportive.

Trust Actions Over Words: Pay close attention to the actions of those around you rather than their words. People with genuine intentions will show their support through consistent actions, not empty promises. Observe how they react during your successes and challenges—do they celebrate with you or seem indifferent?

Build a Supportive Network: Surround yourself with individuals who uplift and inspire you. Seek out friendships and relationships with those who have demonstrated loyalty and integrity over time. A strong support network will provide encouragement and guidance, helping you navigate life's ups and downs.

Develop Emotional Intelligence: Enhance your ability to read people and situations accurately. Emotional intelligence allows you to understand the motives and intentions behind others’ actions. It helps you respond appropriately and protect yourself from potential harm.

Set Boundaries: Establish clear boundaries with those who exhibit monitoring spirit tendencies. Distance yourself from individuals who consistently undermine or question your decisions. Protecting your emotional well-being requires prioritizing your own peace of mind.

Practice Mindfulness and Intuition: Regularly engage in mindfulness practices, such as meditation, prayer, or journaling, to strengthen your intuition. When you’re in tune with your inner self, you’re better equipped to recognize when something feels off or when someone’s intentions aren’t genuine.

Ultimately, safeguarding yourself against monitoring spirits is about cultivating a strong sense of self-awareness and trusting your instincts. If you are a Christian it also involves having a deep connection to God so he can allow you to see past the physical and into the spiritual. By being mindful of who you allow into your inner circle and remaining vigilant against those who wish you harm, you can protect your journey toward success and happiness.

[creaman]

Hi there! I apologize for taking up your time, I am just so curious: When you tackle a comic, what does the process behind it look like?

Asking because I found myself scrolling through your blog once again and couldn't help but marvel at all the beautiful effects you use, at how flawlessly the structure guides the viewer's eye across each page, how the graphic weight seems to always be in just the right places…, and wonder how you learned doing this. Everything you put out looks incredibly professional and I aspire to reach your level of skill 😌❤️

Thank you Finz!! You're no bother at all, I'm an open book. This is such high praise for a guy that really doesn't have a set process, I feel like a hack. Ha. Rest assured my style is still developing. Besides the referencing of the linework and composition of official comic books, (practicing by redrawing panels for fun), explaining the process makes me feel like a serial killer but I will do my best.

(WIP Riddler panel, scrapped Scarecrow composition)

My comics usually stem from a single panel or concept — I like to focus on/emphasise particular panels of my pages, the heavy hitters, the main piece that catches your eye. I know I'm not a profoundly technically proficient artist so I prefer visually interesting elements and formatting, i.e. drawing characters outside their frames, negative space, notation, perspectives etc.

(Kung Fu Panda 4 sketch god I hate Kung Fu Panda 4)

I like to establish 'main focus' panels, the bits of the comic that really, well. make people want to chew on it. This is where the technical effort is concentrated, really, and the rest of the comic is generally build around these concepts.

('Restaurant Balthazar' focus panels)

Textures and effects are done on individual panels first, then the entire page as a whole to even out the unity. Generally, blocking in shadows, hatching for visual interest + middle tones, then textures/half-tones, then highlights.

(Script excerpt WIP)

I'm not a writer per se, but having a vague 'script' in your pages helps with pacing and direction. Comics are a versatile story-telling medium. I only really do scripts for comics longer than 2 pages. An optional but recommended strat is to send your script to a friend for a second opinion.

(Script excerpt — 'Restaurant Balthazar', annotated by @vincepti0n I don't know why he drew a face in the middle)

With the script crudely slapped together, I rough out the thumbnails and composition with the text, prioritising coherence and clean integration of previously mentioned 'main focus' panels.

Settling on a composition sucks the hardest. Drawing is fun, thinking makes brain hurty. Variety is good! Close-ups, wide shots, visual metaphors. Every panel is its own artwork.

The text bubbles are usually added in post, yes, but I'm just one guy and I don't have a writer to call me a good boy for doing things correctly. Bite me.

(Early 'Restaurant Balthazar' drafts)

In addition, keeping the text graphics in mind help create a sounder composition wherein even if the panels don't read cleanly left to right + top to bottom, the text can stagger and create the same reading order effect.

Panels and concepts are constantly tweaked, and my comic process is still highly experimental. A lot of industry standard comics aren't illustrated to their full potential due to deadlines and such — I strive for visual epiphany by treating each panel as its own artwork, and every page as a a bit of a mural.

(Old art hurts the soul)

Constantly experimenting allows you the insight of looking at your current art in comparison to your older works. In more recent works, I've been blocking in more shadows wiht lineart with thinner lines and more line weight, and learned to integrate the subject characters with less plain, abstract backgrounds.

TLDR: I have no idea

[nenelonomh]

don't try to separate growth and identity!

identity refers to the qualities, beliefs, personality traits, and expressions that define a person or a group. it's essentially the answer to the question "who am i?" and encompasses elements like self-concept, personal values, and the various roles we play in society.

growth, on the other hand, refers to the process of developing or maturing physically, emotionally, intellectually, or spiritually. it involves gaining new experiences, learning, and evolving over time. growth can be intentional, like setting goals and working towards them, or it can happen naturally as we encounter different situations and challenges in life.

identity and personal growth are deeply intertwined processes that shape who we are and who we aspire to be. through self-awareness, life experiences, personal development, meaningful relationships, introspection, and goal-setting, we continuously evolve.

self-awareness: as we grow, our self-awareness deepens. this involves understanding our strengths, weaknesses, values, and passions. the more we learn about ourselves, the more our identity becomes defined. for example, discovering a passion for art can become a significant part of your identity.

life experiences: our unique experiences shape who we are. positive experiences like achieving a goal or forming meaningful relationships reinforce aspects of our identity. negative experiences, such as failures or challenges, also play a crucial role. they teach us resilience, empathy, and often lead to profound personal growth.

personal development: engaging in activities that foster personal growth, such as learning new skills or pursuing higher education, enriches our identity. each new skill or piece of knowledge becomes a building block of who we are. for instance, learning a new language can open up cultural awareness and become a part of your identity.

relationships: interactions with others help us understand ourselves better. supportive relationships encourage us to be authentic and explore different facets of our personality. difficult relationships challenge us to set boundaries and stand up for ourselves, which also shapes our identity.

reflection: growth often requires introspection. by regularly reflecting on our thoughts, actions, and experiences, we gain insights into our motivations and desires. this process helps refine our identity, making it more aligned with our true self. journaling, for example, is a powerful tool for reflection and self-discovery.

goal-setting: setting and achieving goals is a key driver of growth. it gives us a sense of direction and purpose, which are integral to our identity. as we accomplish our goals, we gain confidence and a clearer sense of who we are. for instance, training for and completing a marathon can become a defining aspect of your identity.

identity and growth are dynamic and ongoing processes. as we encounter new challenges and opportunities, our identity continues to evolve. embracing this journey, open-minded, will help your understanding of yourself (past, present and future)

🫶nene

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Tarot Card Legacy Challenge

Generation 1: The Fool

Pack Focus: High School Years, For Rent

Goals: 

Active, Outgoing, Adventurous

Master the Fitness skill to Level 10  by participating in school sports 

Complete the "Outdoor Enthusiast" or “Body Builder” aspiration, going on outdoor adventures with friends and exploring hidden spots in the neighborhood.

Collect all types of fish and insects in the neighborhood as a beginner angler and bug collector.

Achieve 10 charisma skill by making friends and socializing at school events and parties.

Gather collectibles like feathers and crystals by exploring secret areas around the neighborhood and completing after-school activities.

Romance: The Fool finds romance during high school, developing a crush on their lab partner or a fellow athlete. They navigate their first love through shy glances, secret notes, and stolen moments in between classes.

Generation 2: The Empress

Pack Focus: Dream Home Decorator, Growing Together

Goals:

Green Fiend, Family-oriented, Nature Lover

Master the Gardening skill to Level 10 by tending to the school garden and helping out,and personal garden

Complete the "Freelance Botanist" or “Super Parent” aspiration, selling home-grown produce and flowers 

Achieve Level 10 in the Parenting skill by babysitting younger siblings or volunteering

Collect all types of flowers and produce to create beautiful floral arrangements and healthy meals for the family.

Participate in neighborhood gardening competitions, showcasing the family's garden and winning prizes for their beautiful blooms.

Romance: The Empress meets their significant other at a community gardening event or through mutual friends. Their romance blossoms over shared interests in nature and sustainability, with romantic picnics in the park and stargazing under the moonlight.

Generation 3: The Emperor

Pack Focus: For Rent, Home Chef Hustle Stuff

Goals:

Handy, Ambitious,Outdoorsy

Master the Handiness skill to Level 10 by fixing up the family's rented home and helping neighbors with household repairs.

Complete the "Outdoor Enthusiast" or” Master Chef” aspiration, going on camping trips with friends and mastering the art of outdoor cooking.

Achieve Level 10 in the Logic skill 

Collect all types of fossils and crystals during outdoor adventures and neighborhood exploration.

Establish a successful food business, selling handcrafted meals made with locally sourced ingredients.

Romance: The Emperor finds love at a neighborhood block party or while volunteering at the local soup kitchen. Their relationship flourishes over shared meals and cozy nights in, with romantic dinners cooked together in their food truck.

Generation 4: The High Priestess

Pack Focus: Crystal Creations Stuff, Realm of Magic

Goals:

Bookworm, Paranoid, Creative

Master the Spellcasting skill and unlock all spells by studying ancient tomes and practicing magic rituals.

Complete the "Spellcraft & Sorcery" or “ Archaeology Scholar” aspiration, delving deeper into the mysteries of magic and mastering potion-making.

Achieve Level 10 in the Logic skill by experimenting with magical elements and researching arcane phenomena.

Collect all magical artifacts and tomes by exploring hidden caves and participating in magical duels.

Explore all hidden areas in Glimmerbrook and Forgotten Hollow to uncover ancient secrets and mystical creatures.

Romance: The High Priestess meets their soulmate at a magical gathering or during a séance. Their bond deepens through shared experiences in the magical realm, with romantic moonlit rituals and enchanted picnics in enchanted forests.

Generation 5: The Lovers

Pack Focus: My Wedding Stories, Get Together

Goals:

Romantic, Outgoing, Charismatic

Master the Acting skill to Level 10 by participating in school theater productions and joining drama clubs.

Complete the "World-Famous Celebrity" or “ Soulmate” aspiration, climbing the ranks of fame and hosting extravagant parties.

Achieve Level 10 in the Charisma skill by networking at social events and building a large circle of friends.

Collect all celebrity memorabilia and awards by attending exclusive parties 

Host extravagant parties and events in luxury penthouses, showcasing the glamorous lifestyle of the rich and famous.

Romance: The Lovers meet at a high-profile gala or VIP event, instantly drawn to each other's charisma and charm. Their love story unfolds amidst the glittering lights of the city, with romantic rooftop dinners and spontaneous adventures in the nightlife scene.

Generation 6: The Chariot

Pack Focus: Horse Ranch, Werewolves

Animal Lover, Adventurous, Independent

Goals:

Master the Robotics skill and build advanced robots to assist with farm chores and household tasks.

Complete the "Renaissance Sim" or “Championship Rider”  aspiration, excelling in multiple fields of study and expertise, including horse riding and animal training.

Achieve Level 10 in the Handiness skill by repairing farm equipment and maintaining the family's homestead.

Collect all elements and crystals to craft potent potions and futuristic inventions for the family ranch.

Travel to all vacation worlds and explore cultural landmarks and local traditions, incorporating new techniques into the family's farming practices.

Romance: The Chariot finds love in the countryside, meeting their partner at a local rodeo or equestrian event. Their romance flourishes over horseback rides through scenic trails and cozy nights by the fireplace.

Generation 7: Strength

Pack Focus: Cats & Dogs, Seasons

Animal Lover, Family-oriented, Athletic

Goals:

Master the Veterinary skill to Level 10 by opening a veterinary clinic and caring for pets and wildlife in the community.

Complete the "Animal Enthusiast" or “Friend of the Animals” aspiration, fostering strong bonds with animals and participating in pet competitions.

Achieve Level 10 in the Wellness skill by practicing yoga and promoting physical and emotional well-being for Sims and animals alike.

Collect all types of feathers and notes in a bottle, to create unique crafts and decorations for the family's pet-friendly home.

Participate in seasonal festivals and competitions

Romance: Strength meets their partner at a local animal shelter or while walking their pets in the park. Their love grows through shared adventures with their furry companions, with romantic picnics and sunset walks along the beach.

Generation 8: The Hermit

Pack Focus: For Rent, StrangerVille

Paranoid, Bookworm, Loner

Goals:

Master the Herbalism skill to Level 10 by foraging for rare plants and brewing potent potions to unravel the mysteries of StrangerVille.

Complete the "Paranormal Investigator" or “Strangerville Mystery”  aspiration, investigating strange occurrences and uncovering hidden truths in the mysterious town.

Achieve Level 10 in the Logic skill by analyzing evidence and conducting experiments to solve the town's supernatural mysteries.

Collect all types of artifacts and relics by exploring secret labs and hidden caves, documenting strange occurrences and encounters.

Investigate secret conspiracies and alien encounters, uncovering the truth behind the town's strange phenomena.

Romance: The Hermit finds love amidst the mysteries of StrangerVille, meeting their partner while investigating paranormal activity or sharing theories at the local diner. Their romance deepens as they work together to uncover the town's secrets, with late-night stakeouts and passionate debates over conspiracy theories.

Generation 9: The Wheel of Fortune

Pack Focus: My Wedding Stories, For Rent

Party Animal, Outgoing, Ambitious

Goals:

Master the DJ Mixing skill and become a renowned DJ by hosting epic parties and events in the community.

Complete the "Party Animal" or “Fabulously Wealthy” aspiration, mastering the art of socializing and bringing people together through music and entertainment.

Achieve Level 10 in the Cooking skill by experimenting with new recipes and hosting seasonal feasts and gatherings.

Collect all types of rare and exotic fruits and vegetables to create signature dishes and cocktails for their events.

Participate in seasonal festivals and competitions, winning prizes and earning recognition for their contributions to community spirit and celebration.

Romance: The Wheel of Fortune finds love on the dance floor, meeting their partner at a lively nightclub or music festival. Their romance ignites through shared passion for music and nightlife, with spontaneous dance-offs and intimate moments under the stars.

Generation 10: The Star

Pack Focus: Get Famous, Dream Home Decorator

Goals:

Charismatic,Ambitious, High- Maintenance 

Rise to stardom as a celebrity in the entertainment industry, pursuing careers in acting, music, or comedy, and gaining fame and recognition.

Develop culinary skills to create stunning dishes and desserts, showcasing talents through cooking shows or hosting celebrity dinner parties.

Utilize interior design expertise to decorate lavish homes and venues for celebrity clients, earning acclaim for their exquisite taste.

Master the photography skill to capture glamorous moments on red carpets, at exclusive events, and during intimate gatherings.

Utilize gaming expertise to engage with fans through live streams and gaming events, building a dedicated online following fascinated by their celebrity lifestyle.

Romance: The Star finds love amidst the glitz and glamour of celebrity life, meeting their partner at industry events, through mutual connections, or even on the set of a blockbuster film. Their romance plays out in the public eye, with paparazzi capturing their every move and fans speculating about their relationship. Despite the challenges of fame, their love remains strong, and they ultimately tie the knot in a star-studded ceremony, attended by fellow celebrities and broadcasted to millions of viewers worldwide.

Complete World-Famous Celebrity or Master Actor/Master Actress aspiration

-Slay, I will be fixing this challenge little by little.

#TS4TarotLegacy

[nanowrimo]

5 Essential Tips for Mastering Scene Writing in Your Novel

There's many parts involved when writing a scene. Knowing how these different pieces work together may help you move forward in your novel. NaNo Participant Amy de la Force offers some tips on brushing up your scene writing knowledge. Scenes are the building blocks of a novel, the stages where characters spring to life, conflicts brew and emotions run high. Mastering the art of scene writing is crucial for any aspiring writer, especially in the lead-up to NaNoWriMo. But what is a scene, and how do you effectively craft one? 

What is a Scene? 

A scene is a short period of time — in a set place — that moves the story forward with dramatic conflict that reveals character, generally through dialogue or action. Think of writing a scene as a mini-story with a beginning, middle and end, all contributing to the narrative. 

Why Scene Writing is Your Secret Weapon in Storytelling

Well-crafted scenes enhance your story to develop characters, advance the plot, and engage readers through tension and emotion. Whether you're writing a novel, short story or even non-fiction, scenes weave the threads of your story together.

Tip #1: Scenes vs. Sequels

According to university lecturer Dwight Swain in Techniques of the Selling Writer, narrative time can be broken down into not just scenes, but sequels. 

Scene

The 3 parts of a scene are:

Goal: The protagonist or point-of-view (POV) character’s objective at the start of the scene.

Conflict: For dramatic conflict, this is an equally strong combination of the character’s ‘want + obstacle’ to their goal. 

Disaster: When the obstacle wins, it forces the character’s hand to act, ratcheting up tension. 

Sequel 

Similarly, Swain’s sequels have 3 parts:

Reaction: This is the POV character’s emotional follow-up to the previous scene’s disaster. 

Dilemma: If the dramatic conflict is strong enough, each possible next step seems worse than anything the character has faced.  

Decision: The scene’s goal may still apply, but the choice of action to meet it will be difficult. 

Tip #2: Questions to Ask Yourself Before Writing a Scene

In Story Genius, story coach and ex–literary agent Lisa Cron lists 4 questions to guide you in scene writing:

What does my POV character go into the scene believing?

Why do they believe it?

What is my character’s goal in the scene?

What does my character expect will happen in this scene?

Tip #3: Writing Opening and Closing Scenes

Now that we know more about scene structure and character considerations, it’s time to open with a bang, or more to the point, a hook. Forget warming up and write a scene in the middle of the action or a conversation. Don’t forget to set the place and time with a vivid description or a little world-building. To end the scene, go for something that resolves the current tension, or a cliffhanger to make your scene or chapter ‘unputdownable’. 

Tip #4: Mastering Tension and Pacing 

A benefit to Swain’s scenes and sequels is that introspective sequels tend to balance the pace by slowing it, building tension. This pacing variation, which you can help by alternating dialogue with action or sentence lengths, offers readers the mental quiet space to rest and digest any action-packed scenes. 

Tip #5: Scene Writing for Emotional Impact

For writing a scene, the top tips from master editor Sol Stein in Stein on Writing are:

Fiction evokes emotion, so make a list of the emotion(s) you want readers to feel in your scenes and work to that list.

For editing, cut scenes that don’t serve a purpose (ideally, several purposes), or make you feel bored. If you are, your reader is too. 

Conclusion

From understanding the anatomy of a scene to writing your own, these tips will help elevate your scenes from good to unforgettable, so you can resonate with readers.

Amy de la Force is a YA and adult speculative fiction writer, alumna of Curtis Brown Creative's selective novel-writing program and Society of Authors member. The novel she’s querying longlisted for Voyage YA’s Spring First Chapters Contest in 2021. An Aussie expat, Amy lives in London. Check her out on Twitter, Bluesky, and on her website! Her books can be found on Amazon. Photo by cottonbro studio

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co.'s Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Edition

🚨 Calling All Simmers! The Wait is OVER! 🎉 Donut Co.'s Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Pack is FINALLY HERE! 🚨

Dust off those creative hats and prepare for a playtime EXPLOSION because the Dream-Build-Play Blocks are back and better than ever! We've crammed a whopping 80 new items into this expansion pack, guaranteed to transform your Sims' homes into vibrant, block-tastic wonderlands.

🚀 Blast Off to Imagination Station:

20 Unique Dollhouses: Prepare to be WOWED. From towering castles to bustling town centers, there's a miniature masterpiece for every Sim's imagination. Race cars on the Runaway Racetrack, explore the cosmos with the Rocket Up-and-Away, or rule the kingdom from the majestic Clock Tower! Each dollhouse is a portal to a world of endless possibilities.

🏡 Build-Your-Own Clubhouse Kit: Calling all aspiring architects! This kit is your Sim kid's blank canvas. Plop down the invisible base, then let their creativity run wild with 20 colorful building blocks. Design sprawling clubhouses with secret entrances, cozy reading nooks, or even a mini stage for impromptu dance parties!

🏰 2 Pre-Built Playhouses: Need a little inspiration? We've got you covered with two pre-built clubhouses that showcase the endless possibilities of the Build-Your-Own Clubhouse Kit. (Psst... Dreamhouse Decorator required!)

🌈 13 Decor Block Piles & 10 Single Decor Blocks: These aren't just blocks, they're instant bursts of personality! Scatter these colorful creations around your Sims' homes for a playful touch. Or, unleash your inner builder with the single blocks and the magical "bb.moveobjects" cheat – the sky's the limit!

👶 14 Nesting Blocks: Tiny hands, meet big fun! These soft, colorful blocks are perfect for your littlest Sims. Watch them giggle with glee as they stack, nest, and explore a world of shapes and textures. Learning and development have never been so adorable!

🎉 A Rainbow of Possibilities:

We're celebrating creativity in all its forms with two vibrant color options for EVERY block item. Choose from classic brights for a burst of energy, or soft pastels for a touch of dreamy sweetness.

💖 Why You'll LOVE It:

Endless Fun: This set is PACKED with play value, guaranteeing hours of entertainment for Sims of all ages.

Sparks Creativity: Encourage your Sims to think outside the block with open-ended building and imaginative play.

Kid-Approved: We designed this set with little ones in mind, ensuring safety, durability, and maximum fun!

So What Are You Waiting For?

The Dream-Build-Play Blocks: Expansion Pack is available NOW! Let the building bonanza begin! Don't forget to share your Sims' amazing creations with us – we can't wait to see what you build! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Downloading: If you download the zip, pick EITHER the merged file, or the unmerged packages in the folders - you cant have both, they're the same. The merged file has EVERYTHING! For other refrence images, and to see all 80 items laid out - you can check the preview here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/760676067863412736/simmers-get-ready-to-unleash-a-world-of?source=share There are 2 functional playhouses (Dream home decorator required), a playhouse base, 20 functional dollhouses, 43 décor items, and 14 nesting blocks. All ages can play with the dollhouses, toddlers and up can play with the playhouses. Dream home decorator is REQUIRED to use the playhouses, the merged file includes them automatically so if you do not have it - please use the unmerged files HUGE thank you goes out to@TaurusDesigns because they have continuously helped me out with my meshing/making of objects, and they're a wonderful CC creator! Make sure to check em out! <3 (All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar!) All 80 items are New meshes, and have all shadows and LODs. There is a slight glitch in the shadows on a few objects, but it only occurs BEFORE placing them down in game. Once they are placed, they are perfectly fine! Same as the last set! <3 If you wanna check out our other block sets, you can find them here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/754033695218909184/8-new-fun-toys-for-sims-4-infantstoddlers?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/754032309525774336/tons-of-functional-new-items-for-sims-4-toys?source=share

Infants that can sit up can play with all dollhouse block items, toddlers and kids can play too! Most of my images have my reshade on - it changes the color minimally, so white may look a little off in photos, but in game it will look white/normal!! In images you can find the non-reshade example! <3 You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones.  I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab the tool mod by twistedmexi! If you would like to use it in build-buy mode, you'll need BBB!) Re-colors, and using this item as a mesh/base is fully allowed! you can include the mesh, and do what you please with the item, as long as you link back to the original. There are posts for all of our cc on our main 3 platforms (Tumblr, curseforge, patreon. ), So there is no reason not to link back!

Will be releasing more content soon! stay tuned! ❤️ (NOT affiliated with EA or Maxis in any way! We just make CC! ) DOWNLOAD: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CurseForge: curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/donut-co-s-dream-build-play-blocks-expansion Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1E2ELomt_YIWhofi4wC4niJHzvkKNlMpx/view?usp=sharing

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[fictionalsweethearts]

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN | VI X READER | ARCANE

Synopsis: Life was sweeter when you were together, but it was never as bitter as it is now. A year has passed, and you have contacted your former lover to meet someone else's baby, but which Vi strangely feels as her own. Will it be possible to collect the pieces of the floor and build a second chance?

Contains: arcane!vi, feminine reader, lesbians, lots of arguments and dialogues, arcane universe, secret lovers, romance, unplanned pregnancy, soft Vi

Word count: 4,205

Note: This fic was born from this bot which gave me juicy material to use here, part of the story arises from it, all credits to the creator!

Also, english is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistake in my writing. Enjoy!

Vi played with her fingers, thundered her knuckles as she made her way through the neat streets of Piltover. She didn't like to frequent that part of the bridge, she felt like a tourist without money; unwelcomed. She never developed empathy for the pilties until she fell in love with one, and everything began to fall apart, from her prejudices to her plans. The address was only a couple of blocks away, Violet took a breath and forced herself to gather courage, approaching the door of a narrow house with white walls.

"Get a grip, goddamn." Whispered Vi under her breath, before rising her fist to knock.

The preamble to that moment was not easy, far from it, they were years of emotional ups and downs and social dramas that put in check a relationship that struggled to stay together. You were from Piltover, daughter of an investor whose life was simple in many ways except in love.

You were confrontational ever since you was a kid, questioning the world around you ever since the first moment you put two thoughts together. As soon as you turned seventeen, you sought to question the segregating ideas of the upper part, studying the history and past of Piltover and Zaun. You longed to understand why those above thought they were important and those below wasn't. You soon understood that there was nothing to understand, it was a cruel system that justified itself as long as there were people who supported it. And you didn't.

Little by little you dared to arouse your father's anger and visit Zaun, to soak up the underground culture, the social aspects that reigned in a sector where organized crime proliferated massively. You heard of Shimmer factories, brothels, bars and fight clubs, as well as an entire area destined for shimmer addicts, who lost their reason and their possessions because of that drug and lived wandering for a few coins to get one more dose. It was in such a place, plagued by hopelessness and danger, that you met her. Violet.

She was a charming woman from the first moment, her tall bearing and her tattoos and scars were not enough to intimidate you, rather, they invited you to know more about her. Vi showed you the other side of Zaun, the side where there were families and children, people who with the scarce resources they possessed, were able to deliver hopeful nuances to Undercity. People with aspirations, people who knew there was something beyond a crude bridge that separated two nations. People like her who still believed, even if it was minimally possible, that Zaun was a cradle for love. Love. You didn't know what it was to love until Vi slipped into you mind and heart and settled as a recurring thought and a longing desire.

It was strange, Vi meant not only a risk to know that she was a woman, but a double risk to know that she was from Zaun. But you couldn't stop, no. Not when Vi showed you the nuances of a romance, the hurried and slow kisses, the intimate and banal conversations, the taste of a cup of tea and a neat whiskey, the sad and happy tears, having sex and making love. You could not stop even though your father was at home waiting for you, with an express agreement with the Barton family that in spring a wedding would be held where you would be the bride and the eldest son of the Bartons, Connor, would be the groom.

It was months, even years of intermittent encounters and sad kisses. You put the ring away every time you entered Vi's apartment and she appeased the aroma of alcohol with air spray and hid her cuts with band aids and ointments. Both were handling frustration in their own way, you sneaking to Zaun while your husband was in a business trip and Vi earning a living in the Pit. She was very angry, every pore of her body was filled with rage at the thought that the woman she chose to love was in Piltover satisfying a man who would never know what you are, what you want, what you need. No one would be able to love you like her, and it was a pain that had settled in her chest and was released in waves of anger that in every fight assured her a crushing victory. Or else, assured her of a resounding loss that would led her to the nearest bar, to endless drunkenness and crying in the solitude of her apartment.

The clock was moving mercilessly, days, weeks, months and years of waiting and destructive routines passed, fleeting visits, unrealistic promises and painful silences. Of longer and longer absences that only led Vi to madness and you to depression. Both were losing yourselves to a forbidden love, but you two refused to let go. Until the clock stopped, for both, the day you showed up at your lover's apartment and confessed.

"I'm pregnant." You said. Followed by a silence so deafening that you believed that Vi had not heard you. But she did, and her reaction was the last stab that you needed to understand that both are hurting each other more than anything else.

Vi had frozen upon hearing the words, her entire world crashing down around her.

She couldn't move, barely seemed to breathe, her mind racing through a myriad of emotions—Confusion, disbelief, hurt, anger... despair. It was as if her heart had shattered—the fragile hope she had stubbornly clung to torn away mercilessly.

"Why...?" Her voice was a low, strangled whisper. "Why did you...?"

"I swear I tried to prevent this." You insisted, watching Vi stand up from the bed, pacing around as a caged animal.

"Tried...?" Vi's tone was harsh, bitterness seeping through her words.

She whirled around to face her, eyes flashing. "You tried," she repeated, the word heavy with mockery. "And you failed."

Vi's hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white. She took a step closer, the space between them feeling like a chasm. "How could you let this... this... " She gestured vaguely at your stomach. "Happen?"

"Just happened." you stated. "And I'm not happy either."

Vi scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Not happy?" she repeated coldly. "Oh, I can see that." Sarcasm dripped from her words, heavy and biting. "That's just great. Wonderful. You're not happy, but you're going to go ahead and have the baby anyway."

"What do you expect?" You inquired, slightly offended.

"I don't know, maybe a little loyalty?" Vi snapped. "Or maybe a little respect?" she continued, her voice rising. "You're married. And now, you're going to have a child. With him."

Vi's voice trembled slightly with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. "Where does that leave me, huh?"

"It wasn't planned, Vi." You stood up. "I swear to you it's easier said than done. Saving face is the only way to let our thing still happen, and I cannot just..." you sighed sharply. "...evade him."

"You're married, and now you're going to have a family with your husband, but you still want me to stick around?"

Vi's voice was harsh, but there was a raw edge of pain beneath her words. "It's not fair. It's not fair to either of us."

"I know it's not!" You couldn't help but let your tone crack in frustration. "But I can't go back, I can't."

Vi shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her. "Of course, you can't," she said sardonically. "You're stuck in too deep. You made your bed, and now you have to lie on it."

She ran a hand through her hair, her frustration mounting. "So where does that leave me, huh? I'm your dirty little secret, forever on the side, watching you build a life with someone else."

"I'm not asking you to stick around." You said, as Vi walked over the counter to pour herself a drink. "I'm just asking you to understand..."

"Understand what, exactly?" Vi snapped, downing the drink in one gulp. "I don't want to be your comfort, your escape. I don't want to be the one you go to when you can't deal with your goddamn husband!"

She slammed the glass on the counter, making you step back when it broke. You gasped, watching the pieces in Vi's palm. She snapped out of her heated stance. She looked down at her hand, a trickle of blood staining her palm as she winced. "Damn," she muttered, the pain breaking her from her anger.

The sight of her bloodied hand seemed to jar her, the gravity of her words—spoken with anger and hurt and too much force—suddenly hitting her. She looked up at you, her expression a mixture of guilt and pain.

"Hey, lemme see..." you mumbled, gingerly walking closer as Vi put the hand under the stream of water. You feared to arouse her anger further. But Vi remained silent, her mind full with thoughts too complex and painful to keep talking them out.

You carefully removed the glass fragments under the water stream as the bleeding began to decrease. Vi could not stop looking at you, thinking that for a few months your belly would house someone else's son and become the last obstacle to finally give up this relationship. By God, how she loved you, but this amount of love could not be equated to the pain that settled in the chest night after night. She was destroying herself to you. And had to accept and deal with it.

The pain in her hand had faded to a dull throb, but the ache in her heart was still keenly present. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet, almost resigned. "I can't do this, Cupcake." she whispered.

You put your hands off, your eyes threatening to tear up. "I know, Vi." You whispered . "And I'm not asking you to do so..."

She reached out, her bandaged hand finding a resting place on your knee. "Then I guess I have my answer," she mumbled, her voice thick with a mix of resignation and sadness.

Your lips trembled, looking down in an attempt to contain your own tears. But you couldn't. You cried silently, tears falling on Vi's hand over your knee. For a moment, she sat there frozen, unsure of what to say. But then, she found herself leaning forward, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Stop crying," Vi said gruffly, her voice filled with more emotion than she wanted to admit. "You’re going to make me cry too."

"I'm so sorry." You whispered into the embrace. "I'm sorry I failed us."

"Shhh..." Vi whispered, her grip tightening around you. "It's not your fault. We both knew this was coming."

You felt your heart shattering. What do you mean this is the end? That's it? Over?

"We knew how this would end," she whispered. "I just didn't think it would hurt this much."

And it hurt, how it hurt. No punch or sip of whiskey could have hurt so much, no cry could have calmed a heart that claimed relief. Nothing, absolutely nothing had hurt as much as before. Because this pain was new, and it burned like an open wound, every memory like a pinch of salt on the tender and sensitive flesh. Vi fell into darkness and you resigned yourself to the whims of a pregnancy and a marriage without love.

They were slow and fast months at the same time, Vi remained drunk and asleep for so long that she barely remembered the last time she took a shower or ate a decent meal. Her life depended on the fights and alcohol, on the deafening noise of the music that silenced her thoughts, on the outbursts of anger on the punching bag—hollowed and hanging in her room after having hit it with such impetus that her knuckles bled—,on the girls who approached her and she did not deny because she fantasized that, after a session of bland and empty sex, the woman lying next to her in bed was you. Only to discover the next morning that she was alone, sore, cold and sad, and feeling such hangover that reminded her how cruel it was to feel discarded. Vi lived in a hangover after years of being drunk in your affection. And she struggled to find sobriety.

Until the alcohol didn't taste as sweet as before, nor did the fights awaken in her a numbing adrenaline. The punching bag had already ripped, her knuckles healed and she hadn't brought a girl to bed for months. Suddenly the pain stopped, or maybe, she got used to it to the point that it didn't bother her anymore. However, Vi for the first time woke up without thinking 'why?' And she just got up to drink a glass of water and wash her face instead of having a bottle of beer for breakfast.

Vi needed thirteen months to stand up, you needed thirteen months to gather the courage to write her a letter. It was not a letter of forgiveness, nor of love, it was an express request. "I'd like you to meet her, Vi. It's so beautiful that it reminds me of you."

And Violet thought she was silly for having given in so easily, for having put on her jacket and ascended to Piltover to knock on the door of an apartment a couple of streets from the market.

You had changed, your hair was longer, your perfume felt warmer. But you were as beautiful as the day you said goodbye. You hugged her, thanking her for coming and invited her to come in. It had barely been a year but it felt decades since the last time your hands brushed.

"Connor..." you sighed, taking a sip of the cup of tea. Samara was still sleeping in her crib, Vi had accepted a cup of tea and cookies and sat awkwardly on the couch of your living room. "He was expecting a boy, and I denied him a second child until the end. The divorce was quick."

Vi listened, sipping her tea quietly.

"So, you're divorced now," Vi said, breaking the silence. Her voice was careful, neither judgmental nor encouraging.

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing." You scoffed.

"No, that’s not what I meant," Vi said quickly, holding up a hand in defense. "I’m just trying to process... everything."

She paused, her gaze flickering to the baby's nursery room across the hallway.

"You got what you wanted," Vi continued, her voice quieter now. "You're free. And..." She looked back at you. "I'm still here."

Your eyes softened, the guilt settling on her chest all over again. "How have you been?"

Vi shrugged, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Surviving," she replied simply. "Work keeps me busy. And I..." She paused, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice, "I stay away from relationships."

You put the cup down, leaning against the counter as Vi placed her forearms on her knees. You addressed the easiest matter. "What do you do for work?"

"Security," she said. "Bouncer, security, bodyguard... take your pick. I keep an eye on things, make sure people behave."

She shrugged again, trying to downplay it. "It's just a job. Keeps the bills paid."

You nodded, taking a sip. "I'm glad you quitted stealing."

Vi let out a low chuckle. "You’re glad? Stealing was good money."

She saw the disapproving look in your eyes and smirked. "I’m kidding, calm down," she said, holding up her bandaged hand in a mock peace gesture.

You tilted your head, knowing the second matter was awkward but your curiosity was bigger. "So, no relationships?"

Vi's gaze darkened slightly. "No relationships," she confirmed, her voice flat. "I told you. I stay away from it. I'm not like you," she said, her tone almost accusatory. "I can't just..."

She broke off, sighing. "I can't just move on, Cupcake," she admitted, looking back at you with a mixture of hurt and anger.

If she only knew you couldn't move on either. If she only knew the amount of nights you breastfed Samara on your own, laying on her bed and wishing the empty space beside you would be filled with Vi's presence.

"It's been a year." You mumbled.

"Yeah, a year," she echoed, her voice quiet.

She looked down at her empty cup, fiddling with it idly. "You've moved on," she stated, not entirely a question, but the edge of hope in her tone was undeniable.

It was in that tense silence that many words could have been said. You didn't have the courage to apologize now, much less the right to ask for a second chance. You made your bed and now you must lie on it.

Violet sighed, in the distance the jingling of a clock was heard. "I have to wake up Samara." You said. "It's time for her dinner."

"Yeah, of course." She replied, her voice a little strained. “I should get going anyway." She stood up, setting the empty cup on the counter.

"Hey, no." You placed a soft hand on her forearm. "I told you I wanted you to meet her, didn't I?"

Vi paused, her eyes finding themselves locked with yours once again. She wanted to resist, her mind telling her that staying was not a good idea. But the touch of your soft hand was like a physical plea, anchoring her to this moment.

"Alright," she finally relented, her voice quiet. "I’ll stay a little longer."

They entered the room in silence. The sun snew through the curtains and filled the room with a warm halo, provided with yellow walls and a carpet carefully embroidered in brown and green tones. In the center was the crib, to which they approached carefully. Vi felt her heart in her throat, as if the situation she was in did not correspond her.

Vi looked at the creature sleeping on her crib, just a being of a few kilos wrapped in a onesie, breathing calmly. The woman had to look again to see that Samara's hair was pink.

She looked at you, her eyebrow raised in a silent question. "Pink hair?" She inquired, keeping her voice low to avoid disturbing the baby.

"I don't know where it came from." You whispered. "Connor was pretty sure the baby was someone else's..."

You ran a finger over the baby's pink hair "She's as pretty as you."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," she quipped, trying not to show the effect those words had on her. "Does..." She paused, her voice quieter now. "Does she have a godfather?"

"Uh, not really. Mom comes to visit her from time to time." You shrugged. "It's me and her the most of the time."

"Must be quiet... lonely."

The words escaped Vi's lips before she could stop them, the image of you alone in this house with the baby stirring a feeling of protectiveness in her.

She cleared her throat. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I don't know why I said that."

"Don't worry, it is lonely..." you agreed. Vi studied the baby, just about three months old, her little hands fisted next to her head, breathing quietly in a peaceful slumber. "Do you wanna hold her?"

Vi's eyes widened slightly at the offer. "Hold her?" She repeated, her voice betraying a hint of nerves. "I don't... I mean, I've never held a baby before," she admitted quietly. "I might drop her or something."

"You won't." You chuckled. "C'mon, you'll like it."

As the baby was placed in her arms, Vi felt her heart skip a beat. Instinctively, she cradled the small bundle close to her chest, her arms finding their place around the tiny form.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at the baby's face. Samara's small limbs squirmed slightly, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching.

"Wow," Vi whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and surprise. "She's... lighter than I imagined."

"But she has quite the appetite..."

"I can believe that," She couldn't help the strange feeling that settled over her. Holding this tiny being—your baby—was surreal, almost like a piece of her that she never got to have. But she pushed that feeling aside, focusing on the small face before her.

"I don't think I'm doing it right," she said, her brow furrowing as she held Samara a bit tighter.

"She's quiet, your doing fine." You said, as the baby whimpered softly.

"Yeah, for now," Vi quipped, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "But if she starts crying, you're taking her back." Samara's tiny face scrunched up for a moment as if about to cry, but then relaxed again, nuzzling against Vi's chest.

You were drinking this scene as if it came straight out your dreams. And it was. Samara was quiet and comfy between Vi's arms, and she looked at the baby with such nervousness and tenderness that for a moment she believed Samara was hers. Yours and hers.

"She likes you..." you whispered, barely containing the tears that begun pooling on your eyes.

Vi's eyes flickered from the baby to you, noticing the tears gathering.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, her tone gentler now. She shifted the baby in her arms, one hand still supporting her head.

"I couldn't move on neither, Vi." You confessed then. "Not in the slightest."

Vi felt her heart skip. “Neither?” She echoed, her voice raspy, as if the truth hit her with force.

“Why are you telling me this? Why now?” Vi asked, her voice quivering slightly.

A tear rolled down your cheek, you wiped it off quickly. "Cause I miss you, every day."

Vi's gaze darkened. "You... you can't say things like that, Cupcake," Vi said, her words tinged with pain. "Not to me."

She carefully placed Samara back into the crib, her arms feeling strangely cold without the weight of the baby against her chest.

"I'm sorry." You wiped your tears, knowing you had no right to claim Vi back. No when you broke apart because of you. "I know, I'm sorry..."

Vi moved away from the crib, her fists closing with the urge of wanting to wipe the tears off your cheeks. She felt silly for having given in, for having come to your apartment and allowing the pain to return as latent as before. She had to break the cycle or subjugate herself to it.

Samara whined on her crib, noticing the absence of Vi's warmth, to which you went to her and took her in your arms carefully, whispering to her to calm down.

"You... you two should have some time," Vi managed to say, her voice strained.

She looked at the baby in your arms, her heart tugging at the sight. That baby is supposed to be mine.

"I..." She swallowed, the lump in her throat making her voice hoarse. "I should go."

"Violet." You said, turning towards the woman on the threshold. "Thank you for coming."

You held Samara in your arms, her pink hair couldn't help but give Vi a chill. Why did someone else's creature feel so her own? She was beginning to torture herself with the scene, with her own thoughts. The woman let out a sigh and looked at you. No... not that look.

"This isn't fair." she said, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Her voice trembled as she struggled against the myriad of emotions that threatened to spill out.

She crossed the distance between them, standing a few feet apart from you and the baby. The urge to reach out, to run her fingertips across the baby's pink hair, was nearly overwhelming.

"I know it's not, Vi." You said. "But I don't have any right to ask you to stay."

Vi's resolve crumbled, she took a step closer.

"Fuck, I can't..." she mumbled, her voice cracking. "I can't do this. Not when you look at me like that and hold her like that."

"Then stop looking."

"No."

"Violet."

"Please."

You reached the back of her neck with some urgency, pulling her towards you to kiss her as you wanted so long ago. You regretted it as soon as your lips brushed, but Violet gave in as much as you.

She melted against the kiss, a soft whimper escaping her throat as she clung to you, being careful enough to not press on Samara. The pain, the longing, the regret, it all poured into that kiss. When you finally broke apart, Vi was left breathless, her heart thudding in her chest. She pressed her forehead against your, her eyes closed. She felt your breath against her lips and then... a tiny hand on her cheek. Samara was cooing, reaching out for this woman that she sensed, her mother loved deeply.

Vi let out a soft gasp, her eyes flickered open to see the baby. "Is she..." Her voice wavered, a mixture of disbelief and awe.

"Can you stay for dinner?" You asked, almost pleading her.

Your question involved much more, it was a fearful and silent request, risky but necessary. You were afraid, but Vi took Samara's fist in her hands and nodded.

"Yeah. I can stay for dinner."

[daytaker]

NightBringer Satan is a Gift.

I understand everyone has their own opinions on how good/not good NB is as a game or a story or whatever, but in my opinion, Satan's characterization is soooo enhanced by it. I know that this isn't an opinion that everyone shares, but to me, Satan felt emotionally artificial sometimes in the original game (more on that below).* He felt kind of awkward and like he wanted to connect with MC but something was blocking the kind of connection they develop with some of the other brothers. (Disclaimer: I've only done season 1 of OG, so I can't speak to how he's characterized later on. I know, I know, shame. But I'm trying my best.) Getting to see what Satan is like when he doesn't have any control over his emotions makes the stiffness and artificiality make more sense to me, and they become admirable because we get to see just how hard it is for him to get everything under control.

I think they did a really good job with the pacing of his development in NB too. Satan in Lesson 1 and Satan in Lesson 19 are different, but there isn't a moment where he suddenly starts controlling his emotions better. I think there's a lot going on behind the scenes with him as far as his emotional growth and self control are concerned.

Also let's not forget some very important things about Satan that make him, IMO, one of the most interesting characters to work with as a writer:

Satan was never an angel; he had no fall from grace.

Satan was created from Lucifer's wrath---he is literally the product of trauma and self-mutilation.

Satan is significantly younger than his brothers.

He spent the first year of his life more or less trapped in a castle with his deeply emotionally wounded brothers.

He has a deep resentment towards Lucifer that sometimes defies reason---he wishes he didn't dedicate so much of his time and energy to him, but it's basically a compulsion.

He hates his deep association with Lucifer, and he hates that he has a lot in common with him.

And these lead me to some headcanons that live rent-free in my brain every day of my life.

Satan sees himself as a reminder of the Great Celestial War and everything his brothers lost in it, including Lilith.

He is divine retribution against Lucifer for his failure, for leading his brothers to failure, for letting his sister die.

He acts as a counterbalance to Lucifer's pride by bearing the weight of the shame that Lucifer can't fully accept now that he is the Avatar of Pride. Even if Lucifer pushes it out of his mind, Satan never forgets that he failed in the worst way possible.

His biggest aspiration is to become a full and complete person outside of any association he has with Lucifer. He feels like some sort of parasitic tumor that exists only in opposition to his brother, and he wants desperately to escape that role that he feels he was born into.

Anyway, Satan is great, hail Satan, all that good stuff. Did you know I have a lot of thoughts and opinions about Satan? I know, shocking. For more of my takes here's my fic about him (on AO3).

*I think Satan almost metaphorically represents certain elements of autism---emotions that don't come out the way you intend, masking and its limitations, hyperfixations that are barely under control. In Fandom Discourse(TM) there's sometimes a level of focus on more 'cutesy' autistic traits that we find endearing in characters, like social obliviousness and gleefully indulged hyperfixations. But emotional control, emotional masking, emotional seepage, emotional artificiality---these are also real and messy and often times they aren't cute and they're uncomfortable to see in yourself or in someone else. I really don't like diagnosing characters so I'm not about to claim Satan "is" autistic, but as someone who has been called essentially 'spectrum adjacent' by doctors, I relate to the awkwardness and the desire to appear normal despite knowing you're not and emotions spilling out in ugly ways---um. That got really long and personal.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

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Uramichi Omota HCs

Minors and ageless blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

General

First and general impressions

Comes off as someone who is lonely, pathetic, or pitiful with a sadness about him

Strangers think he’s handsome but are deterred by his RBF

Suffers from Tony Hawk syndrome™ where people know of his feats as a gymnast and as a kid’s show host yet no one recognizes him (He thinks it’s because of the beanie)

Socializing

Pretty low energy in social situations, therefore you’ll hardly see him in crowded places or partying all night

When he is out and about, he’s definitely the quiet and reserved type

Those close to him are usually shocked and disgusted when he’s in work mode (talkative, charming, and happy) during social gatherings

King of leaving social gatherings without saying anything

Will surprisingly accept most invitations to hang out though

Has the most Netflix and Chill™ vibes except he truly means watching TV and relaxing

Habits

Loves to sleep in on the weekend/ day off and abuses the snooze button and multiple alarms

Chronically early for even the most casual meeting

Picked up smoking and drinking after ending his gymnast career

Preferences

Prefers to wear earthy hues outside of his work uniform

Gymnastic preferences are as follows: rings, floor, pommel horse, vault, and bars

Misc

Actually rich but has no one to spend his money on

Known for being generous with his money

Superstitious, especially when it comes to his daily horoscope

Surprisingly not the type to believe in love horoscopes though

Fully believes in mercury retrograde (after Utano and Furitsuke tell him about it)

Work & Education

Together with Maman

Zero career aspirations, however he does firmly believe in doing a good job in whatever he sets his mind to

Can be a bit of a pushover because even though he tries to decline or say no to more work, he often ends up doing it anyway

Has a good amount of award nominations for his work on Together with Maman

Hates his job but feels even worse when he thinks about inevitably aging out of his career as a taiso no oniisan

Professional gymnast

Volume 2 told us that he was the All-Japan Gymnastics Solo winner, so I do think he probably tried out to be on the Olympic team or was on it at some point during his professional career

(RIP Uramichi, you would have loved being able to take a mental health break to come back better and stronger for your sport. I know in my heart that Simone Biles is your hero.)

Seemed very unapproachable when competing

Ghosted all of his gymnastics connections after leaving the profession

His coach pulled some strings to get him job on Together with Maman

College days

Nippon Sport Science University (Nittaidai) alumnus (confirmed in Vol 1)

Undergrad: Athletic sports major; Grad: Health & sport science

Took a class on childhood sport education, which was surprisingly one of the only classes he remembers taking in college

Family

Future family

Wants kids but needs to find the right partner first

Would feel awkward or uncomfortable around his first child due to trauma related to his father

Developing relationship with his younger sister

Had a strained relationship with his sister when they were children, mostly because of their father trying to live vicariously through Uramichi

Uramichi probably tried to distract their father from criticizing and hurting his sister to the best of his abilities by focusing their father’s attention on him

Thus resulting in resentment and jealousy on his sister’s end

Worried and concerned when she ran away at 16

Relieved and surprised that she reached out to him after running away

Slowly and awkwardly rebuilding their relationship as adults

Uramichi likes to spoil his niece a lot because she reminds him of his sister when they were younger

Strained, if not nearly non-existent, relationship with his father

Doesn’t see or speak to his father after leaving professional gymnastics

Spent the first few years of his retirement full of anger and resentment towards his father

Now it’s all he feels is apathy

His relationship with his father makes Uramichi doubtful and fearful of his abilities to be a father

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[devilsrecreation]

Writing Prompts when you have writers block

So I don’t USUALLY do this, but since Tumblr’s writer-friendly, I thought I’d share some writing prompts I got from my Creative Writing class in college last semester! My professor would give us a handful of prompts and tell us to pick one for every assignment and I wanna give them to you all!

Write a list story: either someone teaching someone else how to do something/how to be someone/something (ex: how to act like a proper lady). Alternatively it could be a character listing aspirations, milestones, or losses/gains. Anything where your character is going through something

Going off on that list story idea, you could also write a response list story from the POV of the “you” from the first one. For example: say you wrote a story of a parent speaking to a child, the response would be a child speaking to a parent

Write a story where one character is closely observing/spying another character. What do they discover about either the other character or themselves in the process?

Dunno if any of you read the story “Hills like White Elephants” but write a story told mostly through dialogue and setting. Two character discussing something they don’t agree on. Whether or not a solution is reached is up to you

Here’s a funny idea: A story about a ghost/demon possessing somebody but it hilariously backfires cuz the mortal is either really stupid or really stubborn and they have this back-and-forth of what happens next. You know that one vine where it’s like

“What do you want to eat?”

“The souls of the innocent~”

“A bagel :)”

“NO!”

“….Two bagels”

Write the story version of that

Write a story where an object causes/is related to a major tension in your story or holds a major clue to the tension

Your character makes a decision and has to live with the consequences/learns a lesson

Write a story where an unexpected guest shows up and stays overnight. How does it go? Start by saying who’s coming, offer backfill to explain the background regarding the tension, then what happens when the guest arrives. How the story progresses, ends, and whether something changes is up to you!

Write a character where your main character is dealing with an external AND internal conflict. Something in their environment, community, or society is pushing them to experience stress. What’s the tipping point and how does the character deal with it

For example, a snake character experiencing racism from humans/animals just because of their species

Write a story loosely based on a true crime story. Any crime, doesn’t even have to be murder. You could even search a crime up on the internet and make a story inspired on that. Use a few details from that crime article to create a scene of action of the crime taking place, but also develop the motive and backstory. What drove the person to do what they did? Peer pressure? Greed? Abuse? Survival? Sheer stupidity? Etc

Write a story from the perspective of a ghost. Who’s the ghost haunting? Why? How’d they die? Is the ghost friendly or malevolent?

[guillemelgat]

I just started a new semester, and I'm finally getting the chance to take Malayalam, which I've been trying to do since my undergrad. This is obviously a very exciting development, and it's so delightful to be in a language class again for the first time in ages, but it's also been a very unique experience as far as language classes go. First of all, for me, who is generally used to having very odd personal connections to a language and being the overachieving linguist of the class. And second of all because it's just a very different experience to be in a class largely oriented towards heritage learners and people with some cultural familiarity.

There are five people in the class. Of those five, four have Malayalee family and have had some exposure to Malayalam throughout our lives; the last person is a native speaker of another non-Dravidian South Asian language. Of the four of us who are Malayalee, I'm basically the only one who didn't have a significant amount of Malayalam at home growing up. What this means is that we've spent very little time on the phonetics of the language, because everyone roughly knows how to pronounce it - something which wouldn't be true if there were non-South Asian in the class! (It was a bit comforting to hear all the other Malayalees struggling with aspirated consonants, which have constantly been the bane of my existence, and then to hear the instructor say that few people pronounce them right in spoken Malayalam anyways.) The instructor could ask us to say things on the first day, and the more fluent speakers could say them. There is already Malayalam being mixed in with the instruction. I'm sure by the end of the semester we'll be having extended conversations - especially since the two of us who don't speak have very concrete communicative desires for our outside lives.

It's also a very scary experience for me, personally. Or maybe scary isn't quite the right word, but I've always felt out of my depth in claiming Malayalee heritage - I've always felt that there were so many things which I didn't know which any normal Malayalee would. There is no evidence that this is true, at least insofar as that my cousins with two Malayalee parents have wildly varying experiences and I'm not actually that far outside the norm. In most American spaces, I will never be clocked as white, and most people usually immediately identify me as South Asian. Nonetheless, I know that when I visited Kerala this past December, I was decidedly foreign - to the two guys speaking in rapid-fire Malayalam on the flight from Qatar, to the person at the immigration counter in Trivandrum, even to my own relatives. Part of it is a mental block on my part, of feeling myself foreign and therefore never letting myself belong. Part of it is that I am, ultimately, American. But either way, in this class, I can feel that I'm the American in the room, even when I'm not, even when my pronunciation is just as good as the other Malayalees and there's nothing that's telling me I can't belong. I keep freezing up when asked to say real things, or when people speak to me, because there's some unreachable standard in my brain of Not A Real Malayalee, and everything feels fraught and fragile. So maybe this semester will be about overcoming that.

It's still strange being in a language class where the instructor, on the first day, can look at you all and say, "You know why you're here, you want to be here, we all have a shared experience." But it's also a beautiful thing in its own way, and I'm really looking forward to taking on a language in this way. I love the structure and the logic of language, the puzzle of putting it together, the beauty of making friends in it and watching shows in it and listening to songs in it - but as I get older I find myself really reflecting on what it means to learn and to know a language. And sometimes those barriers to learning and to knowing are only in our minds, not in our worlds. Language is communication and connection, and I hope that Malayalam serves me to these two ends, even as it sometimes feels like a trial by fire at each word.