#cus i don’t know if most of them believe in free will

[rowanthestrange]

#the beard thing is because the doctor literally grew a beard in the book... and he got married to a woman

thank you for pre-empting the question i was inevitably about to ask

MISSY: Why does the Doctor always survive? CLARA: Because he's clever. MISSY: Yes, but there's lots of clever dead people. I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces. CLARA: Because he always assumes he's going to win. He always knows there's a way to survive. He just has to go and find it. MISSY: Yes, except this time, he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party. Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die, what happens then?

You know how we said the Doctor is a law of physics? If the Doctor is one of these creatures…then that’s literal. Count the salt. Transgenderism even. Your understanding of yourself governs the rules you live by.

Not to get too Dhawan!Master -> Missy, but…how much does she know? Because sure this could be a philosophical concept. Or she could actually mean it literally.

And second question. If the Doctor and Master have been so Frankensteined and blended, are they so mixed that now the Master can prove to be deathless because that is their own self-image? Or do they keep coming back solely because the Doctor believes they will always come back?

And if it is the second one…is the Master evil of volition, or because that’s the Doctor’s narrative?

[charmercharm3r]

Hihi! I really like your writings. 💕

I would like to make a request. One for ot8.

I would like to know the boys' reaction when you moan their name in your sleep. Like, you're best friends with so and so member and your sleeping over and you're having a wet dream and you moan their name out loud. What would their reaction be? What would they do? Would they say something to you or keep it to themselves? Would they make a move?

If you do this request, thank you so much! 💕

And if not, no worries and thank you nonetheless. 💕

i kept this in the vault for TOO LONG im sorry

Masterlist

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chan is a slut for you. S. L. U. T. even if you don’t know it. everyone knows this man is a night owl, so to get in your channie-time, you stay up with him a couple nights a week. one of those days happens to be in his bedroom. while he’s on a roll with this melody that’s stuck in his head, he’s humming into the microphone and has his big ass headphones on, so he doesn’t see you start to drift off. but when he finally returns to the outside world, he hears you mumbling in your sleep. you look so cute wrapped up in his bed, blanket tucked under your chin and taking up the entire single pillow he has. then you do it again, more intelligible this time. is that… his name?? he doesn’t do anything to stop you or wake you up. hard as a fucking rock, excuses himself to take a cold shower and get rid of the filthy thoughts swimming in his head. little does he realize that his mic is still recording. only later the next day when he’s going over the project does he catch the small moans in the background. those get put in an extra secret, extra secure folder on his phone. just for him, his hand, and the late, late night.

minho is the most straight forward out of all of them. he warned you, he didn’t want you to fall asleep in the first place because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep fighting off the stupid warm bubbling in his belly cus you’re so damn cute. you always thought he was being his normal teasing self whenever he’d tell you, “stop falling asleep around me, i’ll fall in love with you, i swear.” no way did he have a crush on you, too. refusing to admit it, you fall asleep in his bed one night anyways. doesn’t get hard cus he’s in shock and almost bursts into laughter at you moaning his name in your sleep. not because he thinks you’re funny, but because he can’t believe you’re actually doing it. of your own free will— well, as much free will as you have when you’re unconscious. wakes you up immediately by tapping the pillow you lay on. his face is right in front of yours with the most serious look on his face. you don’t remember the dream, but still, he won’t let you sleep until you admit what you did >:(

changbin would wake you up immediately. what the fuck do you mean, you moan his name in your sleep?! this whole time?! he’s not gentle about it, his cute aggression a lot stronger now that he knows you feel the same. it was the first time you’d fallen asleep in front of him, and this happens?! he would’ve made you stay over more often if it would’ve led to this. cus he kisses you as soon as you confess that yes, you’re incredibly into him and care for him more than a friend. things get steamy, but you’re still half asleep! it is the a.m., after all. don’t worry, he doesn’t wanna move too fast. you’re the needy one (his words), so he’ll do all the work for now. some nice, desperately in love head for the first of many mind numbing orgasms, it practically rocks you back to sleep. this time, with him cuddled up beside you.

hyunjin knew it from the beginning. he’s intuitive when it comes to other people’s feelings and emotions, is also very emotionally mature. it helps that he knows you so well. falling asleep in his bed, you can’t help the wet dreams when he’s a dream personified. light touches of his fingertips over the outline of your body from your head to your ankles, not wanting to disturb you but also not being subtle. you mumbling his name in your sleep solidifies that you want him just as bad, he can’t pass up the opportunity! brushing your hair with his fingers softly, that wakes you up but only enough to know that it’s him touching you. he’d come in close to press a kiss to your cheek and you think that it’s just a sweet gesture, until he comes in closer and closer to your lips. oops, now you’re making out— and you don’t wanna stop. he’ll stick his hand down your sleep shorts, let you use him however you’d like, but that’s as far as he’ll go until you’re more of a sound mind. would love if he could kiss you until he fell asleep, too.

jisung is another one where you think he’s kidding every time he tells you he’s in love with you. he says it to everyone! he pretends to kiss all of his friends! except he only started doing it to mask how much he liked you. a movie night with him turned into a slumber party, you on the couch and him on the floor in front of you. when you fall asleep on your belly, one hand hanging off the edge and it whacks him in the face, then he hears the slightly incoherent murmurs of you saying his name. ohhh he’s hit the jackpot now, and bricked up like no fucking other. would kiss the inside of your palm to softly wake you up, except you’re deep in this dream and need a bit more than that to come back to reality. slips a hand under the back of your shirt to feel your warm skin and he almost melts cus you say his name louder, consciously. at least, semi. would— and will— rut against the side of the couch when you lead his hand down the back of your shorts to feel how much you want him. rips the fucking fabric off you immediately and goes to town just like that. does not care whatsoever if it’s an unconventional position for a first intimate moment together, he wants you. and later intends to make it clear that he will not try to kiss his friends anymore if you say you’ll date him.

felix is so timid when it comes to romantic relationships, so his mouth is like a vault locked and sealed away when he hears you moan his name in your sleep. however, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pitch a tent in his pants, cus holy hell is he fucking hard. he isn’t shy when it comes to anything sexual, though. you two are close! so close that he feels comfortable enough to roll onto his back and pull his dick out of his underwear and dry fist himself to the sounds of your pretty whimpers for him. does he feel guilty? a little. would he do it again? absolutely. cums hard when your hips start to twitch slightly as though you’re reaching your own peak within the dream. will he be confessing after this? maybe, maybe not. who knows if he can even look you in the eyes again.

seungmin would also wake you up as soon as you say his name even just once. he’s not sweet about it, but he doesn’t make you feel like shit. kinda teases you and goads you into annoyedly confessing that yes, you have a massive fucking crush on him and yes, you were having a wonderful wet dream until he decided to ruin it. raises his eyebrows and smirks, “a wet dream about me,” as if you didn’t already fucking know that. asshole. kisses you to make you stay and forgive him for waking you up, but won’t outwardly admit he likes you back. intends on showing you that the feelings are reciprocated by making you cum on his fingers and in his mouth, “isn’t the real thing better? should’ve been having wet dreams about me this whole time.” “i have been.” “good to know. now, think you can handle more? one for each dream you’re gonna tell me about. who knows? maybe i’ll be nice enough to make it come true.”

jeongin is more flustered than you are when he accidentally falls off the bed and wakes you during his attempt at escaping. he’s only embarrassed because he’s hard as fuck and should not be thinking about his best friend like that— even if you’re thinking the same about him. it’s wrong! it’s immoral! and that’s why it turns him on so much. when you jolt awake to see him on the floor clutching his dick, he gets red in the face and ultimately admits that he was listening to you whimper his name in your sleep. it’s you who makes the first move and invites him back to bed, making him lay beside you while reassuring him that it’s okay to feel this way. he’s not doing anything wrong when you feel exactly the same. uh oh, you’re leaning in, does he kiss you? he wants to so bad. you’re so warm and smell so good. shivers covers his body when you trail your hand towards his waistband and simultaneously guide one of his towards your aching center. who would’ve thought a routine sleep over would’ve ended in the two of you hand fucking each other until you were kissed breathless and eventually fell back asleep in one another’s arms? he definitely didn’t.

[pxtched]

ok so this head has been rotting in my head and i think its time to let it free.

so pirate!miguel stumbles on siren!reader's territory by accident bc his ship got wrecked and he was sorta the only left of his crew (u can change that if u want ofc) and siren!reader saves him cus she wants to know if any other man is gonna come so she can prepare herself for a future attack. he wakes up by mouth to mouth but he doesnt realise until siren!reader herself says something about it. the rest you can decide.

i love ur fics sm! stay hydrated!<33

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

╰ Pirate!miguel x Fem!siren!reader.

╰ angst, death, slowly gaining trust then immediate betrayal, (not really…)

AN: this is so short I’m SO SORRY, thank you for letting it free!! Thank you for requesting and hope this is to your liking!

Miguel ohara.

That was a name that was well known, feared, and one of the strongest captains and have one of the most strongest crew in the sea. Get attacked by him? You’re dead, you aren’t making it out alive.

He’s listening to his crew mate talks about sirens, saying how they are worth a lot and they should go hunting for one! Miguel instantly rejected the idea, saying it’s a waste of time.

Miguel never really believed in sirens, he thought it was some tale to scare kids and to make pirates like him search endlessly for them.

“Awh c’mon!” “No Peter, It’s just a waste of time and resources.” “You are like probably the only captain that dosent believe in sirens” “Because I’m not stupid.”

He remembers helping another crew hunt a siren but never even saw it, nor heard it. Miguel scoffed at the fact he wasted his time helping someone hunt for something that probably wasn’t even real.

But now? He believes, he saw one. He even looked at one. Talked to one.

Miguel felt like he had a fever dream, he doesn’t know how to put it into words that what happened in that day was real and not some random dream.

He’s not even on his ship anymore, not his crew, just some random people. He dosent know what happened to his crew mates but just assumed the worst.

It happened so suddenly, He was sailing on the ocean on his ship with his crew mates. Laughing and just having fun. When he least expected it, the tides got rough, the waves got higher and it was stormy too.

The last thing he saw before passing out was a massive wave, All he remembers is feeling the impact and then black.

His ship wrecked god knows where, His crew mates most likely dead sinking down in the same ocean but different area than Miguel. Miguel was drowning alone.

Until you saw him, You noticed him sinking down. Your first thought was free food but then you realized who he is. He’s a pirate. The same ones who try’s to hunt your kind. You scowl at this discovery but you soon realized he’s alone, his ship is gone too.

You could get information if there’s any attacks coming, their weaknesses and then kill him.

So, you save him. Grabbing his body, stopping him from dying and throwing him on the shore. you look at his body, you recognize that symbol that’s on his chest...your eyes widened, you grit your teeth as the grip on him tightened.

This was the Captain that helped that crew hunt your kind. Yeah, you are going to kill this man afterwards.

You give him CPR, isn’t working. So you give him mouth to mouth. Soon enough he’s awake sitting up immediately, coughing up some water. He looks at you, looks around. He’s at some random island as some lady saved him.

“What do you want from me? Is there anyone else coming? Is there going to be future attacks I don’t know about?” You immediately question him.

He looks at you once again in confusion and opens his mouth to answer but his mouth closed then his jaw went slack as his eyes widened in horror as he realizes that you aren’t a human but a siren.

He frantically searches for his cutlass but you hold it in front of him “looking for this?” You say as you toss it in the water. He looks at it sink I the water then looks back at you in fear but regain his composure.

“I don’t mean any harm, I didn’t even know—“ you scoffed, not believing his words “Oh cut the bullshit, answer my questions now.” You demanded him.

You get closer to him narrowing your eyes at him as he backs up “Is there going to be any men attacking me? Is there going to be people trying to hunt me down?” You questioned him once again.

“I’m being truthful, I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything about people looking for you. I don’t mean harm, You can see that my crew mates are not here most likely dead. My ship is wrecked. So please trust me.” He pleads, you glare at him and backed off.

“Why would i ever believe a pirate Like you?” You sneered at him, and he sighed “Please, I’m alone. You have my word.” He pleads once again. You look at him trying to see if he’s trying to trick you but you don’t see any malice in his eyes.

You decided to trust him, you felt bad for him. And you especially know how it is to be alone so, you just nodded and point your head to the island “There’s some food there, You Can stay” you tell him and you swam away in the water.

He smiled and began to explore the island, trying to see what he can work with for the time being. He can deal with this, He is a bit shaken up that he just talked to a siren.

As time went by, you guys respected your guys space. Staying away from eachother…which was actually you avoiding him because you still hated him.

But after a couple of days, you talked to him more. Making short and awkward small talks but it’s something!

Now Miguel sits at the shore, looking at the water as he searches for you. He notices your eyes staring at him back and he’s a bit startled but he offers his hand to you, you swim up to him and take his hand.

“Yes?” You say, tilting your head. He smiled at you and puts an apple in your hand “Here, I don’t really know what you eat and i don’t want you to still hate me” you eyes widened at his kindness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit “you don’t do your research?” You say as you take a bite of the apple, usually you’ll just eat whatever is in the sea or sailors but sometimes an apple wouldn’t hurt.

He shakes his head “No, I don’t focus on stuff like that. I just focus on where I’m going, why, and the safety.” He admits honestly, you raise and eyebrow at him being a bit skeptical of him.

“You were there helping another pirate hunt my kind” you pointed out and he sighed “you think I wanted too? It was a waste of my time and my resources. Even after that I didn’t believe”

You smile. Maybe he isn’t half bad “Realized I never got your name, What is your name?” You asked him.

He smiles, knowing he’s getting on good terms with you “Miguel, Miguel ohara” and he offered you a handshake, you give him a handshake.

“you aren’t that bad Miguel, I thought you were going to kill me or send men my way” you joked and he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t either way, why would i crash my ship risk my teammates life and my own! just for a chance to get you?” He asks and you thought about it. Huh, he was right. “Dunno, people are desperate.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“True, true. I see pirates fight all the time and I don’t get why!” He says while eating some berrys, You didn’t even notice but he was halfway in the water. “So, how’s the pirate life been?” You asked him.

“It’s…Something alright, it’s always shocking something. Everyday is an adventure and I…had my crew mates with me, it was fun and I miss it. I miss their laughter, and…everything.” he tells you. His shoulders dropped as he has a frown on his face.

You feel bad for him, you understand how that feels to be left alone. To miss home, to miss everyone and everything.

You put a hand on his shoulder and then loved it up to his cheek for him to look at you.

“Hey, It’s okay. I understand where your coming from. Trust me, I know how it feels to be alone. I didn’t live here always, I was with my family, my friends but then…they came. I seen all of my family die in front of my eyes.” You looked away, You didn’t like going back to this memory but you told him anyways.

“I tried to stop them but 3 ships was there. I couldn’t do anything, so I swam away as fast as I can. And that’s how I got here” you confessed to him.

It was silence for a few moments but then he apologized “I’m sorry that happened, but hey! You got me now” he says with a smile, picking the mood back up. you laughed, You Can Finally trust him.

But that thought quickly goes away, you hear the familiar sounds of a pirate ship. Your smile dropped. There was multiple, he lied to you.

His eyes widened in horror as your widened as well. You back away from him, looking at him with disgust and betrayal. You turn around to the ships and you noticed that they are aiming their pistols at you, their cannons as well.

He desperately pleads that he didn’t do this, that he didn’t know but you glared at him. You’re in disbelief that you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt and trust him.

As much as you want to attack him, You safety matters first. So you swim away deep in the water as Miguel watches, as he hears his name being called from the people above.

A/N2: im so sorry this took so long

[chronoghoul]

would be OBSESSED if you did a oneshot saiki × kaidou fic, theres not enough food for them💔

╭﹒⊹⋆﹒ @ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑 2024.

୨ ,, Saiki x Kaidou , sfw + pre established relationship , Saiki's POV .ᐟ

𖦹 ｡° note : crazy how I got a request for this cus I was literally reading Kaidou x Saiki fanfics at the time I got a notification for this 😨😱, anyways I'm no professional writer but I tried, feel free to suggest improvements!! btw I love ur art it's literally so good?? like damnn 𖥔 ݁ ˖.°. ⭑

﹒｡ꔫ﹒wc : ~1.3k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

Most people don’t realize I’m in a relationship. And, honestly, that’s exactly how I prefer it. If I wanted my personal life to become public knowledge, I’d have paraded my every step since elementary school. Besides, maintaining this sense of anonymity has… advantages. Kaidou, on the other hand, has a different take.

He wouldn’t say he wants the world to know; it’s more that he’s… not entirely opposed to it, either. And when you’re dating someone as demonstrative (read: clingy) as him, well, compromises are bound to be made. He calls it “affection.” I call it “the inevitable, slow erosion of my personal boundaries.”

“Oh, come on, Saiki, it’s just a quick hug!” Kaidou insists, pouting in that way he thinks is disarming. I stare blankly back, adjusting my glasses just enough to make my annoyance obvious.

“We’re standing in front of the coffee vending machine,” I point out, voice perfectly deadpan. “During school hours. Not exactly a prime location for relationship displays.”

His eyes widen with familiar dramatics. “Don’t tell me you’re… scared of being discovered, Saiki? I’ll cover for us if we’re spotted. I’m well-trained in covert operations, after all.”

I make it a habit to ignore the grander gestures of Kaidou’s imagination, especially when they involve his “training” in clandestine arts. It’s a small mercy for both of us that I can redirect this conversation without missing a beat. “Scared, no. Rational, yes. Unlike you, I prefer not to turn our relationship into an after-school special.”

He’s listening, of course, but I know him well enough to spot that glint in his eye—the one that says, Challenge accepted. A sigh escapes me, but that only emboldens him further.

He shifts closer, glancing around in a show of exaggerated caution that would look subtle only to someone who hasn’t seen a single spy film in their life. His hand darts out, clamping around my wrist. “But… what if I’m just trying to show you I care?”

It’s hard not to roll my eyes, and maybe it’s because this is Kaidou, the boy who believes in destiny battles and imaginary ancient power. Who’s somehow wiggled his way into my life with the persistence of an immortal cockroach. He doesn’t notice me slowly sliding my wrist free from his grasp, an act that requires less telekinesis and more practiced patience.

“That’s not really necessary. If you care about me, I’ll know it without you trying to show everyone within a five-mile radius,” I say.

His face softens in that disarming way, the one that only ever backfires on me. His expression is sincere, eyes bright behind his glasses. It’s almost ridiculous how earnest he can look, even after I’ve pointed out his every blunder and miscalculation.

“Right, right. Secret agents,” he mumbles, as if we’re enacting some elaborate espionage plot. “We’ve gotta keep it on the down-low.”

I let him believe that.

— Break Time —

During lunch, he migrates to his usual place next to me, plopping down with all the subtlety of a falling brick. His tray lands on the table with a thud, and he flashes me a grin, nudging his way too close for my liking. I reach for my coffee jelly and take an entirely normal, entirely unbothered bite.

“Saiki,” he says, like he’s just realized something monumental. “We’ve never actually done the classic couple stuff, have we?”

“Define ‘classic couple stuff,’” I reply without looking up. I’ve seen enough romance manga to know this question rarely goes anywhere I enjoy.

“You know, like holding hands! Sharing snacks!” His voice drops. “Or maybe, like… sharing secrets?”

Of course, this is Kaidou. For him, “secrets” are on par with treasure chests in video games. Half the time, he’s convinced that my refusal to divulge any hidden information about myself is an intentional ploy to keep him from cracking some cosmic code.

“What secrets do you think I’m hiding, exactly?”

He scrunches his nose in thought, looking more serious than a teenage boy with blue streaks in his hair has any right to be. “For one, you never tell me what you’re actually thinking. You could be planning some kind of master strategy, and I’d have no idea.”

“Exactly.”

“Wait, what?”

I bite back a sigh, lifting my gaze just enough to give him a weary look. “I’m not plotting anything. I just don’t see the need to narrate every passing thought.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s so mysterious that you have to keep it to yourself?” he presses, genuinely curious now.

Here’s the thing about Kaidou. He’s completely oblivious to how obvious he is. When he’s curious, he’ll ask; when he’s annoyed, he’ll grumble; and when he’s feeling something a bit softer, a bit more affectionate… well, he’ll lean just a little bit closer, his shoulder brushing against mine, and he’ll wait, his expression open and hopeful.

I don’t give him much, because I don’t need to. Instead, I look at him with a flat, unimpressed gaze.

“If I tell you everything, it’ll ruin the mystique.”

I mean it as a joke—dry and almost dismissive. But he actually laughs, and the sound is soft enough to draw the attention of a few nearby classmates. I can tell from their glances that they’re wondering why Kaidou’s face is suddenly lit up like a neon sign.

“Right, right, the mystique,” he teases back, grinning. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know you actually like me.”

And it’s then that he nudges my arm, an innocent enough motion that’s only slightly less aggravating than a full-on hug. It’s funny, really—how just a few months ago, if anyone had told me that Kaidou of all people would be the one drawing me out, making me open up (or at least attempting to), I would’ve told them to get a brain scan.

But here we are.

— The Walk Home —

Walking home from school has become routine—an unspoken agreement. Neither of us has acknowledged it for fear that naming it might disrupt whatever strange, offbeat harmony we’ve managed to find. He walks beside me, humming something almost in tune, hands shoved into his pockets to keep from reaching for mine.

I can tell he’s itching to say something. There’s a telltale wrinkle in his brow, and he keeps sneaking glances like he’s preparing a speech. It’s one of those instances where I don’t need my powers to know what’s coming.

“So, uh… the festival’s coming up. You going?”

I shrug. “Probably not. Too many people. Too much noise.”

He lets out a short laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like you. But… if, you know, you change your mind…”

“Are you trying to ask me on a date, Kaidou?”

I watch the realization dawn on him, turning his face a satisfying shade of crimson. “I-I mean, only if you want to go! We can… I dunno… stay in the quieter areas?”

He’s rambling now, all flustered, which is more or less his default state whenever he’s around me. There’s something almost endearing about it—how, even with all his so-called bravado, he can’t hide that genuine streak of softness.

I could say no, of course, but there’s something oddly satisfying about watching him light up like he’s just uncovered a hidden treasure. So I take my time responding, letting him sweat a little before I say, “Fine. As long as you agree to my terms.”

His eyes widen. “Terms?”

“Zero public displays,” I say, leveling him with a stern look. “And no monologuing about secret powers.”

He nods, almost vibrating with excitement, practically oblivious to the conditions he’s so readily accepting. “Right. Deal. I can totally stick to that.”

Of course, he won’t stick to it. Kaidou rarely manages to keep his promises when excitement takes over, but I suppose that’s part of what makes this whole situation interesting. There’s a certain charm to his naivety—a softness I wouldn’t admit to appreciating, even if I know that he knows.

Because sometimes, in the quiet moments, away from prying eyes, I let him reach for my hand. And even though I’ll never say it out loud, there’s a part of me that finds it oddly comforting.

It’s like I’m almost… human, if only for a moment.

[hockeylovee12]

can you write thoughts for the hughes brothers

Ofc! Again remember these are just my thoughts please don’t be offended by them!

-their unconditional love and support for each other is unmatched

-Luke is so youngest child sibling I’m waiting for the Canucks vs Devils bc I just know Luke will be a little shit and be like my parents want the devils to win cus that’s who I play for or something like that (I doubt he would say it but definitely think it)

-Jack is middle child all the way his need to constantly remind the world that he is Lukes OLDER brother so he has that superiority over him but then putting him and Quinn on the same level amazing

-Quinn is older brother coded he seems like the I don’t gotta compete with them I’m older mode but also caring and a little protective

-Although I will argue I believe they are all protective of each other Jack would be the first to say or do something then Luke then Quinn

-Quinn seems more reserved while Jack is outgoing and Luke seems like a mix

-I think they are cautious around media not because they don’t like it (although Jack seems to hate it) but because they know whatever they reveal could also be compared to their brothers

-Quinn treats Jack like a best friend and Luke like a little brother most of the time

-Luke definitely idolizes Quinn more

-I think Jack sees Quinn as a friend and is inbetween on Luke like that’s his baby brother, his friend and now his teammate

-Luke sees his brothers as brothers but wishes he saw them as best friends

-Jack and Quinn 100% gang up on Luke and pulled the we’re older we know best crap

-I think growing up Quinn didn’t get into a lot of trouble either because he didn’t do anything bad or he just didn’t get caught, Jack probably did stuff and got caught and Luke either didn’t do anything or did a lot of stuff and didn’t get caught

-If Luke did stuff he probably bragged to Jack and Quinn about it to make himself seem cool and they’d either tell him off or be like ok

-If Luke went through a rebellious phase it definitely was when his brothers left for the NHL (he was 16)

-I feel like Luke could be very sarcastic and that could get him in trouble

I’ll probably have more but this is it for now! Feel free to ask for more thoughts they’re fun to write :)

[digitaldoeslmk]

So let’s talk about the actual story!

In order so Red Son or Red Boy if we want to be totally accurate, frees his dad with the gauntlet same as the show, right? Something tells me he was kind of hoping for more father and son bonding, but DBK wanted to go back to destroying the truce sun Wukong made. Actually what does your version of a hero is born storyline looks like?

Also, do the small bull robots Red Son made still exist I don’t think Gunyau (super sorry if I misspelled her name) would like the clicks and cluttering of robot annoying her students.

OKAY SO, pilot special plot ahbjahbwdaw

read more cus lomg!!

plot is, Red Son spent most of his time studying and cultivating under Guanyin, eventually earning a "parole" job in the Flaming Mountains (not located around FFM but somewhat closeish) as a steward of the area. less a cop and more of a park ranger, watching out for proverbial fires and putting them out and avoiding them from starting to begin with. once he gets settled, him and PIF reunite though it's a tense tentative thing. she doesn't trust him as he's a celestial agent now, but he offers to help release his father and if anyone can match Wukong's power it would be him.

he builds the Bull clones to serve as PIF's servants, and DBKs armor and the gauntlet that will nullify the ward Wukkong left over the staff. by JTTW rules, its just a rly heavy ancient staff, not Marvel's Mjolnir; it obeys Sun Wukong's wishes as his fated signature weapon but that's it, none of that "only the worthy" shtick.

it takes a while of course, and PIF keeps a close eye on his blueprints, leaning on Immortal Compliant and Jade Faced Fox to figure them out for later. Red Son isn't a fool, he knows they are up to smth, but he's willing to let it go because his duty to his parents is still very high, he's very Confucian in that aspect.

so, time to release DBK and it goes fairly smoothly until Red Son won't give his parents the staff and then MK drops from the pipes. Red Son intervenes from his parents trying to kill him, he has a duty after all, which leads to some infighting as his loyalty comes into question, and a Bull clone tries for a swipe at MK and shit hits all the fans.

Red Son convinces his parents to let him finish his duties by fitting the armor for his father and then offering his own cultivated power to fuel it. DBK refuses, sending him away before they start fighting again, and Red Son bids them farewell. He has a mind to track down that noodle boy before he gets into trouble, but Wukong intercepts him and tells him he's got this one. He's none too happy about being kept under wraps about this whole thing, but fine, let his Uncle play his games. After that, he's absent from the rest of the special.

unawares, PIF with help managed to modify DBKs armor. it was meant to simply serve as a healing shield so he could recover faster, but with the modifications, it's back to being a powerhouse furnace, and the special goes about the same from there.

only extra differences is that PIF intercepts the Monkie gang halfway through FFM, the monkey yaoguai sends the "survivors" back to the tourist areas since they don't have clearance to be further in, and if they find the kid that got punted halfway across the island by PIF's fan they'll let them know. MK is found by several young monkeys, and eventually lead up to the Water Curtain Cave since he was "expected there". Cue Wukong intro, etc etc. And MK doesn't get furnaced either, he just summons the staff back out with the Power Of Believe(tm).

[novemberdevils]

We are back to our usual awful time start-today is 4:00AM!!!- I slept early and will go to work as soon as the game finishes so I hope they don’t fumble because my mood will depend on them.

If quinn didn’t answer jack probably wouldn’t talk to anyone anymore so it was good that he did, Maybe he doesn’t deserve the olive branch jack it’s 3:16 rn and I had just started my period so crying isn’t an option at this moment please love yourself a little more, jack needs to let go of the images that he has about the people around him because as soon as he makes one tiny mistakes he feels like the people around him are tolerating him either because he is related to them or because they were childhood friends; so it feels to jack that he needs to be flawless and perfect to be deserving of their love and aa soon as he does something to prove he is a human that deserving feeling disappears, FINALLY jack talked about everything is happening and hopefully that would make the people around him BE there for him, oh jack feeling like he made the wrong choice because of the words he has been hearing since he made the choice to race that he doesn’t belong and it doesn’t matter how much you love a place because hearing the people who do belong in the sport look you in the eye and tell you that you don’t doubt will make itself known, oh finally jack told someone about what carlos said to him-or did he already did it and I forgot? All I remember is him hinting but never outright say it was him-, another person telling jack he is in control but he still doesn’t really believe it love that for him, He’s always been good at that, at waiting, at seeing how non-things will expand and retract around him. Is this something only older siblings have? Because it’s the same with mine, jack fucking breaks my heart like he tries to deal with everything because he probably feels like a burden-high five bestie cus same bud-, I FORGOT THAT JACK DIDNT KNOW AND I GASPED; him finally talking and trying to make sense of the pressure lead him to figure out that quinn quit, hey now quinn nico is the one telling him he belongs here-more like he belongs underneath him but we don’t mention that- but yeah no need to act all big brother on nico but carlos is free reign you could do whatever you want, “Uh, he’s nice. To me.” Usually you say he is so mean to you jack, I feel it’s almost impossible to not look your name because if I a random person who wants to know what my coworkers think about me it shouldnt be surprising that famous people do it even though it’s not advised to do it, ok why would luke lie that he talked to tell nico that he wants to apologise to jack?? This is giving me a headache.

is this a fanfiction I mean kinda but not really but it is?, oh yes jack finally read the quote I was waiting for it, jack considering what you do with nico would it be that shocking that he got it right like come one mate think about for a second, Nico had already called him emotional and faux-passionate and fucking pathetic. Hello jack I would like to ask you how did you reach to the point of thinking he called you pathetic because this might be me not understanding underlying meaning but nico did NOT call you that at all, omg jack deciding to confront nico at the anthem circle where it’s the most packed place aside from probably the media pen like yeah that’s the best place to confront him good on you jack, JACK NO THIS IS STUPID why do those two lose any brain cells they have as soon as they are near each other?, like really jabbing his waist?? And in front of other drivers?? My god embarrassing behaviour, He shouldn’t have been left unsupervised. You don’t say, “I’m emotional?” It’s like you are trying to prove him right because you ARE being emotional rn, the only thing that jaime and mitch need is popcorn and watch the weirdness that’s jack and nico interacting, okay this would be weird but why did this part make my heart flutter a bit? Nico tries meeting them through the darkness, anyway.,nico hello what do you mean with this? “You do always need to be complimented outright,” you are not going to do something stupid like complimenting your rival outright in interviews?, WHISPERING BETS?? WHISPERING AGAIN?? Oh my god those two would make everyone around them regret knowing them when they get together for real, “I’m not going to be a pussy.” If jack was a real driver this would get him killed by the fia 100% so he should be glad he isn’t, and we are back to me stressing over a not real race like it was a real race.

“Russell in the wall off turn six.” Likely place for him to be in, LEON DRAISAITL WHEN I FIND YOU I ALREADY DONT LIKE YOU THIS IS NOT HELPING YOUR CASE, but now rereading it it’s funny how he took all three, “Stick to Plan A” I will genuinely give you money to not use letters strategies because they make me tear up, 1 [MC] DRY Leader H bud how did you end up here just wondering, “Jack, if you don’t come in for a new front wing they’re going to give you the black and orange flag.” Meatball flag mention noooo love it when it’s for someone I hate but my driver? He can do no wrong shut it, at least Alonso won a race in this fic-probably the most unrealistic thing in this fic-, . . .(YOU MISSED SOMEONE.) oh.

Oh my god how do I get everyone to act your fic? Like I would be there watching every episode and gif-ing everything but I specifically want to see the nico and draisaitl fight give meee,  “See? Hisch gets pretty emotional, too.” Those two just can’t shut up about each other huh, 20 points deficit the ideas running in my mind right now omg, but can we talk about carlos for a second? FIFTY SEVEN POINTS??? BITCH GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER WE NEED YOU TO BE ABLE TO WIN THE WCC, trevor not saying anything except for “Hisch” my king I love you, jack STILL deciding to go to nico’s room insane behaviour but I have been desensitised because im not really shocked, “I hope you weren’t expecting anyone else at this hour,” Alexa play jealousy jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo, the way you describe the situation between them makes everything better you don’t just make them talk but you focus on their body language their faces the place they are in and every little detail it makes me the reader more intrigued by everything because it feels tangible to me, Please want me. Jack 💔, “I’m not mad at you,”well jack wants you to be mad at him, “So you can just lay there and look pretty for me.” Nico atop being hot challenge failed, that whole interaction feels like it’s real; I dont know if you ever read stuff like that but sometimes something would feel forced like the writer tried to put something but it cuts the flow of the scene and it suddenly reminds you that they’re characters or sometimes they are too perfect but with you it’s clear that they’re human they human stuff they go through ten emotions in one conversation and it makes me so much more attached to them, there is a lot of moments that I do want to scream but I fear I will leave those to my friends ears alone because they are a bit unhinged, but my god that whole scene when nico was talking about how he isn’t mean to jack and jack saying he wants him to be mean made me insane, also I hope one day jack realises how much power he holds over nico because the reality is jack is the one who holds all the cards in their Scenes nico might be the one who makes the decisions but even then jack could look at him and say please and all of nico’s willpower would crumble to give him what he wants, also nico waxing poetry about how gorgeous jack’s looks in bed? Yeah we know you are whipped, “Because you threw it on the floor, yeah,” the funniest thing ever I want to have nico’s pov of that specific moment like insane behaviour number one that moment, “Don’t turn that word into a weapon,” he says, though he does pull out and shuck the condom off, flinging it somewhere onto the floor. “Needy fucking bitch.” This part proved my previous point love that for nico he didn’t even last immediately did what jack wanted again whipped, nico taking a picture of jack? That’s actually insane so insane it demoted jack throwing the condom to second place, I want to know what is the thing jack would cash in RIGHT NOW TELL ME PLEASE. 

I know writers usually hate this question but any idea when the next chapter drop? Because rn this fic is the only thing that’s making me look forward to life and I want to hoard the chapters to reread them a million times, like even those four chapters I have lost count on how many times I’ve reread them and I think about it every single day like since the first day Ive read it there hasn’t been a day where it didn’t cross my mind, also this comment marks my last yapping session until the next chapter, so thanks for reading my yapping and please look forward to the rest of those sessions!.

okay finally getting to this ask… i cannot remember what game this was about but i hope they didn’t fumble!!

quinn is mostly the sanest person jack knows so if he didn’t pick up jack would have no idea who to call to semi-ask for advice. like trevor is his best friend but he is not about to give jack any helpful advice, he would be too busy making fun of him to say anything helpful lmao but that’s what he’s for in some way. comic relief trevor zegras from across the pond. big fan of olive branches! jack is breaking all of them in half

yeah jack is, as always, on the struggle bus 😔 it’s pretty much all self-projected when you really look at it, but he’ll never admit that to himself, so instead he acts as though it’s this expectation that other people are putting on him even though that’s not true. like quinn won’t look down on him if he doesn’t win the championship, but in some ways jack feels like he will, as if not winning means he’s let the people around him down (he has not, bro is just a fool). he does feel as though mistakes and imperfections make him deserve certain things less, but again, top ten things jack will never outright admit to himself. he needs to be kicked in the face. metaphorically. by like, reality

honestly i have also forgotten if jack told anyone about what carlos said in shanghai 😭 iirc he was implicit in miami that someone had said something to him along the lines of not belonging, but he didn’t attach carlos’ name to it. if he told anyone i think it was trevor? but i’d have to go reread that scene to remember. which is. effort. so here i am

yeah i had to be evil and have quinn and nico directly parallel each other by both telling jack in no uncertain terms that he is the one in control -- and of course, no matter who it comes from, jack refuses to believe that. even if he can’t pinpoint who is in control, he’s just sure it’s not him. there’s a great set it off song on the fic playlist for that whole idea… but like. Yeah. that’s somehow become a pretty important part of his character that i will def continue doing stuff with. i have plans. evil ones. Maybe. quinn has unlocked the older sibling powers for sure

quinn’s NASCAR career (esp his final season there) is a little bit needlessly complicated but i do what i want. ik i’ve said it comes from mr dalton sargeant but it is also kind of a vessel to explore more of jack’s character via the lens of quinn’s career. it dictates a lot of how they interact with each other in terms of racing, and also (though jack would never outright acknowledge it) jack is afraid of becoming quinn as far as their careers go. and quinn is of course there to be like “don’t quit like i did” because he Does have some regrets about it, even if his racing career was mostly doomed already. he couldn’t handle it anymore, so he gave up, and now it’s been a few years and he feels stupid for it, so he does put this strange almost unfair weight on jack’s racing career because he, too, doesn’t want jack’s to end up like his

man. now i’m rambling. ANYWAYS

nico doing crazy nico things as per. i probably need to write a scene at some point that establishes why nico even said that (the “you belong underneath me”) thing because it’s a little crazy. somany scenes to write. so much nico to reveal… sorry i’m evil vagueing again. and jack is constantly vacillating between calling nico nice and mean. but he almost never calls nico nice to nico’s face… he’s always mean when they’re alone, but he like. defends his honor to other people?? both the media and his brothers, et cetera. NICO IS NICE TO ME!! TRUST!!!!!! but then he’s in nico’s bed like omg you’re so mean and it’s actually probably because he won’t put his dick in him or something. and yeah i feel like we all know that if we had access to every mean thing people were saying about us it would be overall damaging, but are we not curious??? i’m a nosy bitch at my core so jack is too lol

idk why would luke lie to jack about that 👀👀👀

ha ha. ha. fanfiction-ception with that. i think i’m funny. yeah i wrote the article bit with the quote in it and then was like when thee hell is jack finally going to come across this. then of course he throws a bitch fit about it on the literal circuit in front of everybody and their mother, like the massive idiot that he is. some things happen mostly because they amuse me. also jack is emotional, clearly. nico knows what he’s talking about, jack just hates it. and yeah he absolutely twisted nico’s words into something much worse than they actually were because that’s what he does 🤕 poor guy. nico didn’t call him pathetic you’re right jack just. he kind of believes nico secretly finds him pathetic. which is not true i’ll give you that much

mitch and jamie are like 👀 the fuck is up with these two. then they decide it’s not their business and they don’t have time for it. yeah the look nico gives jack after he gets all “i’m emotional?” is supposed to convey some version of ‘are you not being emotional right now you freak’ but jack is of course mostly blinded by rage. public callout of the obvious jack hughes praise kink 🚨🚨 nico sees right through you you idiot

russell in the wall bc i needed to nerf him guy has too many points. and draisaitl is causing problems!! i’ve said this before iirc but it’s him specifically because of that clip of him and nico arguing on the ice, it came across my dashboard and i was like omg i could f1 that interaction. i’m crashing draisaitl’s car. drysdale race leader polar bear in arlington texas moment !!!!! unforch i do kind of like mclaren And i like jamie drysdale so i keep giving him success. RIP pierre gasly, fellow mclaren driver, because i am making everything up. MEATBALL FLAG MENTION ‼️ and on (YOU MISSED SOMEONE) i have been doing the weird little parenthetical things in the cool-down room transcriptions but with imola i was like. well what am i going to do because neither jack nor nico are in the cool-down room this time?? then i thought of that and i was like perfect! it’s evil as hell!

omg if i think too long about like. this fic. like imagining the scenes in my head and stuff. i start to lose my mind. put nico hischier in a red bull suit please i just want to see!! i almost commissioned some art of him a couple months ago lmao if that artist opens their commissions again soon i might. actually commission them. i’m very tempted to commission art for this fic esp since it’s an au like i want a visual of it 😭😭 and if this was real life shit i too would be eating up the gifsets. pov f1blr in this universe is actually making me laugh. canonically there is nicojack fanfiction on this world’s ao3

JACK HUGHES CANNOT KEEP HIS STUPID MOUTH SHUT. and he really wanted to deflect some of the attention off himself. like damn look at hischier over there… being emotional… but actually it kind of makes him look crazy. and yeah omg i did the math on the points to do that bit (which involved a notebook and a pen, it was getting serious in the campus library) and when i had it all in front of me i was like omg carlos sucks??? his recovery drive in imola was a lot worse, he too dnfed in miami, and he got bonked by connor bedard in an early race (i forget which one) and didn’t score any points. but also. he is. idk second drivering a bit over there. red bull currently running away with the constructor’s. this is nothing like real life

i love trevor. Hisch. i have some more silly texts from him in the next chapter. i wrote them in my notes app at like 3 am and it kind of shows

jack wants to get. fucked. Ha. and yeah the totally-not-there jealousy from jack… why would he ever be jealous being jealous about nico would require having feelings about nico which he does not have!!! obviously!!! and thank you i do try ❤️ i’ve been writing smut in general for an embarrassingly long time so of course i have gotten much better at it over the years (and i have a fair amount of experience doing it) but every single time i write a smut scene it’s hard lol. like bad smut is just so. Bad. and i don’t want this fic to be one with bad or unsatisfying smut scenes… moral of that story is thank you i’m glad you like the scenes! i played out a lot of the dialogue in this one (esp that early dialogue, like the “i’m not mad at you” / “do you want to fuck draisaitl?” exchange) in my head before i started actually writing the scene which imo helps it feel less ridiculous, because like, i saw the scene out in my head first. if that makes sense. i am currently playing out the smut scene for spain out in my head even though i am not very close to the point of writing it oops

and thank you again i’m glad you think my characters feel human!! they are all pretty complicated and emotional which maybe helps. yeah a lot of emotions happening in one scene, which i agree is a more realistic thing to do. like i can be talking to someone and go from okay to crying to angry in like 20 minutes. that’s how being a human is sometimes. it is what it is

hey you’re hitting those nails man, with jack being the one who holds all the cards even if nico makes all the decisions. jack doesn’t properly realize that. because he is stupid. but that’s true. more on that. Later 😁

ha ha. Images. the snippet i posted the other day references the cashing in thing but it arguably brings more questions than answers. point is he cashes in in the next chapter so Soon you will discover

and this question is now like a week or something old but next chapter soon i hope!! i kind of took a break from writing new scenes for this fic after i posted ch4 so i didn’t burn out, but i def want to get ch5 up before the end of the year. i’m trucking away on spain rn then i’ll have to do html (not fun) so hopefully soons. and i don’t mind the question! i know a lot of writers do dislike it and i don’t not get why they don’t like it, but i usually take update pestering as a compliment lol. like i appreciate that you like something i’m writing enough to want more of it, i don’t really see it as an unwanted pressure or anything. i know that’s the unpopular opinion, but i’ve always kind of liked getting asked about updates lol — there def is a rude way to do it but dw you are not being rude i appreciate the sentiment. i used to know a writer in an old fandom who for every time they got asked when they were posting a new chapter, they’d delay their original planned upload date by a whole day, and i thought that was crazy. this was a really long tangent. tldr is hopefully new chapter in the next few days 😅

[fickleminder]

Just realized that you did a swap-aftermath for the brothers, but how would the lesser demons react to Kirana knowing what goes on in "original" (aka game/non-DWBD) timeline?

Oh and the sides in either timeline?

-qrowsofafeather

(For sides I'm just gonna write for the angels and Sol cus I imagine that without a strong friendship with the brothers, MC probably won't be close to the Royals either)

Lesser demons in DWBD AU

“Noooo,” Rache's jaw fell open dramatically. “You gotta be pulling our legs!”

“I'm really not,” Kirana insisted, sinking deeper into the beanbag chair as her friends crowded around her. “They were super nice to me... It freaked me out even more than the clones and I ended up yelling at them.”

“You yelled at the Lords of Sin and survived?!” Erkid would have pounced on her if not for Talon holding him back. “How?!”

The lesser demons listened in shock and awe as Kirana explained how her alternate self had pacts with all seven Avatars, and without having to give up her soul too. “But even though I didn't, they were still so kind. I think they must really like the other me.”

“What about us?” Belyth asked. “We had to be there too, right?”

“You were, but I was a complete stranger to you. None of you recognized me, which really sucked.”

Igfuur squeezed the stuffed Devilbear in his arms. Vorgo opened another tin of snacks and offered Kirana her favorite candy.

“My room was so pretty, and there was so much stuff in it! I didn’t get to enjoy it much though, not when the brothers kept asking me to hang out with them. Satan was…” Kirana trailed off, but her reddening cheeks gave away exactly how she felt about her old crush.

“Do you wish you could’ve stayed?” Dracius spoke up quietly, and all heads turned to him. “You had everything there, and—”

Kirana grabbed his hand and yanked him down next to her. Dracius barely managed to avoid falling into her lap, blushing furiously at the close proximity. “Of course not! You’re my first friends here, and I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything!”

“Group hug!” Erkid and Rache yelled together before dogpiling the two. The rest didn’t hesitate to join in, glad to have their favorite human back with them again.

Purgatory Hall gang in DWBD AU

Solomon is beyond jealous. He knows about canon!Kirana’s pacts of course, he’d seen her use them here when the brothers had gotten a little too possessive of her, but how in the nine circles did she manage to land Lucifer all seven Avatars?! For free?! Canon!Kirana must have sensed how power-hungry Solomon is here because she doesn’t tell him anything, leaving Solomon no choice but to grill DWBD!Kirana when she comes back. Too bad she was too freaked out by the canon brothers to learn anything useful :)

Simeon is just glad DWBD!Kirana made it back safe and sound, but Luke is skeptical about her experiences in canon. He doesn’t believe the brothers could be genuinely nice, especially since the ones here have been trying all sorts of tricks to regain her friendship. Still, it relieves the angels to know that their Kirana was well taken care of, had lots of good food to eat and slept in a comfortable bed every night.

Purgatory Hall gang in canon

None of them would ever admit this out loud, but they miss having Kirana all to themselves.

They tell canon!Kirana about how her other self would automatically follow them back to Purgatory Hall after classes and spend most of her time there, and how they started buying extra groceries to prep meals for her.

They don’t mention how DWBD!Kirana had been so much more present with them, even if it’s because she was trying to get away from the brothers. It breaks their hearts to learn what happened to her in her own timeline, and they don’t hesitate to help her locate her lesser demon friends (and console her when they inevitably don’t recognize her).

“Thank you, for taking care of the other me,” Kirana says when she finally gets the chance to catch up with them after her return. She makes it a point to hang out with them more often, grateful that no matter which timeline she’s in, there’s people in her corner watching over her.

[bunnywan]

If this is tmi, feel free not to answer but what are your favorite toys for yourself? I'm looking to buy and I want a good one!

u came to the right place. every time one of my friends birthdays roll around and i don’t know what to get i just buy them a vibrator of some kind.

first of all: most of the stuff i buy online is from lovehoney. their stuff is good quality + prices aren’t all crazy + discreet packaging + lots of variety

my fav vibrator is a slimline rabbit vibrator, similar to this one. it’s got lots of vibration settings (you probably won’t use all of them but still it’s nice to know they’re there), the part that goes inside can move if you want, it even heats up so it’s not like cold silicone in your pussy. and of course it’s got the little rabbit ears for your clit (though you can really put any of it against your clit if you don’t want something inside of you).

more basic (but still great) is something like this, for your clit but not penetration. this one is $100 but believe me you don’t need to do all that. less expensive but same exact function: this one.

recently i splurged in an irresponsible way on a toy from lelo, which is a very expensive brand but THIS THING HAS CHANGED MY LIFE 😵‍💫

hitachi/massage wands are also very famous for being hardcore amazing for the clit. these can be more expensive, but love honey does sell mini ones that i think are cute ! and clitoral suckers kind of render men useless. after you use one of these things you’ll be like WE DONT EVEN NEED THEM ????

on my wish list: g spot vibrator <3

let me know if you wish for me to monologue about butt stuff. cus i will. hope this helps bestie ! good luck and happy orgasming !! :)

[antis-hell]

Hi! This is B from mycringethoughtsandcreations! It’s not my main blog so I don’t have the ability to ask questions from it, but I saw your reblog on my post and I’m so happy that you’re willing to talk about your experiences!

So my question is basically what is the correct way to validate a system? To tell them you’ll support them and all their alters? As a singular/singlet I don’t really understand the viewpoints of systems, and thus don’t know what is the best way to approach or talk to systems.

And if you could give some information on common system terminology that would be great!

Hey! Happy yall took up our offer:] any chance to talk about ourselves and we're all over it lmao/hj

The best way to validate a system really depends on the person (that's such a shit answer, but yeah;-;) For us, it's really just treating us like a normal person in one on one casual conversation, this is mostly cus we switch at pretty random times so to introduce yourself every hour can get a bit annoying, so we'd rather you just treat us like one(ish) person to save us the trouble.

In a more public space, like tumblr, we don't mind being treated as separate people (for example, asking, "Hey [Alter xyz], what's your favourite movie?" Becasue to us it shows you find us interesting rather than the whole bunch of us (think of it like asking one of your friends a question rather than your whole friend group at once, it shows you want to know that person on a more personal level) and tbh that also really makes our npd go brrrr/pos/lh

Although again as annoying as it is, not all systems are gonna be like this. Really, the best and quickest way is to ask! Most people in the community are more than willing to talk to singlets about how they prefer to be treated, so dont worry too much about negative responses:] or just follow their boundaries if they have those publicly posted that's also just the simplest way to support support anyone system or not

And for system terms I can do a few rapid fire ones I cam remember off the top of my head:] if there's any specific ones you'd like to know feel free to ask and I can tell ya what I know or what I can find about it:] (I'll put these under the cut because this post is already getting long god damm)

Introject: an alter that is based off an external thing like a character from a TV show or a song:] and also sometimes just physical objects in everyday life (we for example have an introject of a teddy bear we had as a child)

Fictive/Factive/Songtive: a more specific term for the type of media an introject is from, if it is fictional media like a TV character, they are a fictive. If they are sourced from a real person like an actor or youtuber, they are a factive. And if they are sourced from a song, like an alter that embodies teenagers by mcr (it's the first song that came to my head lol) or has memories of some of the things described in the song they can be considered a songtive

Singlet: a common one:] the medical term for anyone who dosent have DID or OSDD

Persecutor: a kind of role an alter in a system might have, I chose to do this one out of all kinds of roles since I've seen it be the most questioned/asked about, a persecutor is an alter that harms the body in some way, this may be by cutting off close friends or by physically harming the body in some way, this is mostly because they believe it is the right thing to do (for example cutting off friends because they think everyone will hurt them eventually) typically they are also hold trauma to some extent

Blurry: used mostly to describe a system that doesn't know who's fronting at the time. This might be because of heavy dissociation, or it could be because there are too many people in font to recognise every alter (there are other reasons, i think, but this is what happens most of the time)

This is all I could really think of at the moment;-; if there's anything else you want me to talk about, feel free to send another ask, and we'll be happy to help:] I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes we wrote this in a very hazy state so there might be some spelling errors

[emotional-support-demoman]

I start school tomorrow and I really should be sleeping right now but I have something on my mind that I need to type out to someone.

So prior context when I was 11 or 12 I had a panic attack while getting in the shower due to my intense fear of death at the time. My parents sat down with me and comforted me and it made me feel really good. It’s stuck with me for years now.

So skip some years to now, and I feel like I’m slowly getting a worse mental state, and I always feel stressed, sad, or scared when I’m not actively talking to someone or focused on something. This has caused me to lose motivation to do things as simple as go on walks or even go downstairs some days. Any free time I have is either spent playing Team Fortress 2 or rarely playing my guitar, and I know that’s not good for me, but I just don’t want to go out somewhere alone. This has caused my mother some frustration, as while I’m not old enough to be expected to move out, I am expected to contribute to the cleanliness of the home, but I just don’t have the motivation to do it. I love my parents so much, but any time they try to help my mental state it just feels like an interrogation, and I don’t want to outright say I’m depressed because they would feel like they’ve done something wrong (Even though I’m pretty sure it’s something I inherited from my father). Every mild raising of voice in my home sends me straight back to my room as I remember being yelled at for curling up in the corner when everything was too loud. It feels like I’m trapped in my room most days because I can’t stand to hear my parents raise their voice at all. I know I’d be so much happier if I just went outside more but I just don’t have the motivation to anymore. I just wish it could be like it was when I was 11 when I could go to them for comfort

Thank you Demo

-Taylor B. Anon (Not my real name obviously)

It's ok lad.

That sounds awful lad you shouldn't have to go through something like that! It might be nice if ya sit down with ya parents and try to tell them how ya feel and try explaining it to them. If ya feel to nervous to do that that's ok you do what ye feel is the best option. It's ruff when ya can't find the words to explain something to someone and ya don't want them to feel like they have done something wrong.

It's also hard when ya loose motivation cus ya just feel a empty and that's never good. If ya want motivation to do things it might be worth slowly working ya way up and try ta do things that are just a tad out of ya comfort zone but doesn't cause ya to panic.

Ya gonna do great lad I believe in ya it'll be ok!

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

“god is an all powerful being who knows everything and has the power to not let humans suffer, but refuses”

is a very juvenile take which shows up your cultural christianity and how much you havent learned yet, even literally just about christianity itself

its a day for rambles on tumbler i think so here goes.

Religious and philosophical ramblings under the cut, mostly based on what I learned in fucking High School:

The Theodicy Question. Buckle in

Let me introduce you to the concept of “theodicy”, a concept that was first introduced to me by my religious studies teacher when I was about 17. In German, I learned about it as “Die Theodizee-Frage”, and it formulates a question:

If God is all-powerful, all-knowing and all-merciful, why does suffering exist in the world?

Surely if you have a God who is as powerful as the texts say, surely if said God loves you, then there shouldn’t be any suffering.

I don’t remember names or dates very well but I do remember concepts and ideas, and here’s a couple explanations that Christian (!!) philosophers and theologians came up with hundreds of years ago.

1. The premise is a fallacy. Clearly, if your God is (all 3 of) all powerful, all knowing and all merciful, then suffering would not exist. Clearly, God simply cannot be all 3. He could be 2 out of 3 though: either he doesn’t know, or he is powerless to stop suffering, or he simply doesn’t want to. It helps your faith to believe that God is merciful and would stop suffering if he could; and we want God to be listening to our prayers and shit so we want him to be all knowing too. So maybe, God simply isnt as powerful as we think.

2. The premise is correct, but the conclusion is wrong. God knows of our suffering, He could stop it if he wanted, but he doesn’t think it would be merciful to. Perhaps God knows something you don’t? Perhaps suffering is necessary for a complete human experience. You can’t have light without darkness etc

But just in case you don’t care about random guys who wrote about the ins and outs of religions hundreds of years ago,

Here’s a couple of my own answers to this question (as a scientist whos agnostic, somewhat spiritual and culturally christian):

1. God is a writer and we are his project. You need suffering to drive the plot, to get character development, you even need death so surviving characters can deal with it in some way that makes sense to them. Suffering as a narrative tool, more than anything. You need suffering to make the good ending meaningful and worthwhile.

2. God doesn’t have power to affect our petty human issues. God cannot decide if someone will murder or rape you; God cannot stop greedy people from hoarding resources. God cannot stop wars because wars are a human construct. Most suffering is created by humans. God cannot get rid of human suffering because he was no power over human affairs. The fact that humans have free will (religiously and theologically important and significant) will inevitably lead to suffering, because most humans suffer from the actions of other humans.

The point of this is mostly that if you have a thought and it’s distressing to you and causing you to break with the whole concept of God, or Religion, or Spirituality entirely, perhaps it would be good to do some research just in case someone else has had that thought before and put some work into deconstructing it and finding explanations that aren’t just “God is evil, we gotta kill God and also all religious people are stupid and deluded” or “God definitelty does not exist and the fact that suffering exists proves that God does not”

Learn some things (Like ig if youre american thats hard cus they??? seem hell bent on not teaching you things in that “education system” of yours) and form a more nuanced opinion please

Okay thank you for coming to this Ted talk I hope this helps a bit

(edited to add: Wikipedia page on Theodicy agrees with me, has dates and names and even says that these things Ive said as my own thoughts have already been said by other people before me. Have a read if youre interested)

[music-n-romantic-dreams]

Truly, I used to be ashamed of my divinity.

I would always down play it but deep down I always felt a disconnect to everything even the gods that people would force upon me.

Everything seems so empty and lackluster to me because I know that life can be grander than all of this.

And if you continue to give into your old beliefs that isn’t getting you anywhere.

You’ll go extinct just like everything else.

Why do you think the same animal species including humans look different in every region?

Because if they don’t adapt then they’ll die and go extinct.

I’m not trying to scare you I’m trying to inspire you.

Please don’t be arrogant enough to believe that humans are exempt from extinction just because they’ve been overlooked for eons.

Bad behavior will always be evaluated eventually because no one deserves to be oppressed.

Btw your Jesus’ soul isn’t on this planet and if that deity does ever decide to show up here they would most likely remove all the evil from your hearts so you can stop making them look bad.

I’m sorry to break it to you but deities aren’t as merciless as you believe and the only reason why old gods were so brutal is because they had to figure out love on their own.

They had no proper guide.

They had to figure out how to lead in a chaotic and selfish world that they inherited.

We have the knowledge to heal all of that now.

And rewrite the fate of this planet.

Truly it’s up to you not me.

I’m going to be fine regardless cus I’m not attached to any of This only my loved ones and they will always be with me cus I actually value them.

I don’t lose things I value unless it no longer wants to be with me.

I forgive every god for leading this world to the way it is and I know that most starseeds feel the same.

I’m grateful for the old deities for trying their best with what little guidance and unconditional love they had.

We just want to be able to live in peace already.

It’s a new millennium let’s relearn everything we know about living.

Because this shit ain’t working and it’s boring me.

Let’s forgive the past already.

Most of us weren’t even alive to even know this shit.

You’re just recycling stale karma for no reason.

If you’re god is truly that great then why is everyone so depressed, unfulfilled and hopeless?

Why is there so much chaos?

Why haven’t Jesus saved this world yet?

Because you must learn the same lesson Jesus failed to understand.

SAVE YOURSELF!

I can criticize Jesus his children has been tormenting me and so many others for a while now.

He’s in my debt for that.

I wouldn’t of been through hell if it wasn’t for his kids messing with the natural order of societies.

I don’t know bout y’all but we hold people accountable over here especially those with power.

Understand my soul is connected to Hellenic deities.

Deities who weren’t afraid to check other gods.

I don’t put myself under anyone.

Free yourself from karma that doesn’t belong to you.

Stop being afraid you’re safe to do so.

There’s new deities being spawned and popping up on this planet constantly.

Let’s give into our future.

I promise you’ll love it.

Understand that we control our destiny and that millions of us are already on the same spiritual level of Jesus but are ashamed to admit it because of the turmoil one might receive from deluded conservative Christians who’s views are redundant to our future.

I know you’re going to hate me trust me I expect it. But understand you can never hate me more than I hate you..

Prove me right that humans are only good for opposing celestial life.

Please do but understand you’ll surely fail.

Because this is destined.

We will protect our peace!

You murdered so many of our celestial family.

I hold no grudges though I just want people to get on board with living already or we’ll fulfill your death wish for you.

If you continue to attack us.

[rowanthestrange]

bless u for thinking there’s structure as to whether i manage to miss a post or not, tungl on ‘mobile web browser’ is a crapshoot

#new friendship level unlocked &lt;3#im not.....entirely sure we've got the same thesis here tho#maybe we do i wouldnt be that surprised if you disagree#but like ive not even formulated my own thesis here properly so im not sure i know it or what you understand of it#/which part of it you disagree with#bc i was........pettyannoyedposting#that word doesnt really work but it's on the pattern of vagueposting#but so first level of my post here was just 'stop calling the doctor neurodivergent especially in canon it annoys me'#second level 'and it misses the point'#third 'and i can prove it' (not convinced i can but)#fourth (getting somewhere into the area of what my actual thesis would be probably) 'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here' and also 'you dont know what a thesis statement is'#and you are correct#however how the fuck i got here is autism and its kin (dsm/icd diagnoses) are constructions of (ab)normalcy as heterosexuality and whitenes#and to diagnose the doctor i think doesnt work in a couple of ways#first of which is that a diagnosis i think only means something in the context of treatment#the second of which is that i think it stops what could be an interesting conversation/exploration as a theme in dw#the third of which is that it accepts the authority of the dsm/icd/psychiatrist and the validity of 'neurodivergent' as a concept#which i dont. and now im back to my petty first emotional response. nardole voice: hey we got there#and im missing a lot of aspects of the othering here clearly and also i dont know what im talking about CLEARLY ive never made an essay but#*gestures vaguely* was this the thing you disagreed with? ghkghjgh

Yeah, no, I do get it I think. From this and your previous tags and things, I think so. So here’s my essay i guess. Not a rebuttal just my general take, long, rambly, not exactly structured and best argued cus i’m just killing time til art supplies arrive and my brain wants to do that instead. Feel free to skip sections or all of it tbh, I really don’t care about this all that much despite essay length, do not take this as me giving a shit about minor differences in opinion if that’s even what these are. Headings are in bold for easy skippability.

Personal Views (not Dr Who. This was part of my conclusion but fuck it i’m making it the top actually):

I believe in normalising the not-normal, but I don’t think people saying “everyone’s weird and we’re all a bit different :) ” is actually the way to do that. I think that’s the “I don’t see colour” approach. I don’t think it works and I don’t think it particularly helps, neither people on an individual level or the wider society practically.

Love disability. Love neurotypes. Love definitions that flex as people lean on them differently year to year. Think diagnosis is incredibly helpful unless there’s a contraindication (like if god forbid you desperately want to join the army, and you think you might be a little autistic, hey, if it doesn’t impact your life that much, don’t need to be barred from getting your dream job just for that but also get a better dream job). Pro medication to be whatever you need to be, be that a woman, a non-depressed person, or someone able to hold down a job. Meds are Accessibility.

I think that some people prefer not be considered abnormal, and I get that, but knowing you’re in a small area that most aren’t in the spectrum of human existence is ultimately helpful. Pretending that some experiences/disabilities aren’t disabilities but actually based on our ‘cultural expectations of x y and z’ are often cope meant to validate negative emotions towards that aspect of the self or that person’s relations with their proximal environment; without true reference to the fundamental experiences of people with disabilities, and the points that actually bind us together across the world to our kin in other countries. And being broken compared to other people can be fine actually. But identifying it helps both internally, socially, and medically.

My General Philosophy - Not Dr Who related, whether relevant or not depends on if I was understanding you correctly:

So I disagree with the general thesis usually put forward in left spaces that ‘mental illness/neurodivergence’ is a socio-cultural construct created by white people, and terms we’ve constructed related to such, like “ADHD”, are therefore fundamentally rooted in that and why should cultures of non-white people be pathologised using these terms.

Here: The Doctor isn’t [earth term] they’re [not from our culture].

This also is often dovetailed with the social model of disability. Which I’m sure you know, but that’s stating ‘disability’ as consequence of a world not built for you i.e. the idea that in a world of wheelchair users you would not be disabled.

On a philosophical level, while I understand them, I generally disagree with both.

Going in reverse.

These often are rooted in people seeing ‘disability’ (and here substitute for any other non-normative words I just don’t want to fill this with /queer/minority-gender etc) from an external perspective. I think it’s probably the least dangerous way for a normative person to think if you have to feed them a lazy solution, but it’s still lacking in nuance. And ultimately It’s a….validation response. “There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s the world that’s wrong” which ew. Cus I don’t think either is ‘wrong’ - a non-normative person or the world. It flattens the concepts.

And while helpful in a ‘please god just make accommodations like ramps’ way, and it is, it so is, please don’t let the non-disabled people read this; it doesn’t have the fundamental core of truth in this world we live in. I.e. if you can’t make a world of all wheelchair users, and you can’t, then with all the feasible accommodations in the world you’re still ultimately going to be disabled. Because you can’t change the heights of everything to a wheelchair user without making taller people have to bend painfully a lot etc. and none of it stops the variety of people that are wheelchair users where some can do some things, others can do others, and none of it gets rid of things like pain and hygiene difficulties and whatever, just says ‘but it would be easier to access painkillers, rest, etc’. The social model of disability purely used, is a good broad base for disability rights, but also in that pure form doesn’t stand up to much scrutiny unless you bring things back to one singular individual.

Example:

When my brain is full of cats, if I was in a world of people whose brains are also full of cats, we’re all still disabled because we can’t effectively communicate our ideas with each other.

Is it only useful to see this as a disability in order to access treatment/medication? I’d argue no. Knowing how and why you’re different is helpful on a fundamental level I feel. And in a world where most people’s brains aren’t full of cats, I get to benefit my psychological situation by knowing the details of how their brain broadly works and my brain broadly works, and having academics having researched people like me, and them, etc. etc. And if you would consider that self-treatment, then that folds so fundamentally with ‘living how i can most happily exist minute to minute and day to day’ that it may as well be indistinguishable.

Now, for socio-cultural construct. You’re not American, so I don’t need to do the whole ‘there’s no such thing as ‘white’ culture’ thing, I’m gonna assume you know all the nuances there, whatever.

There are definitely cultural differences in how people think. Huge ones. Have you ever been to Japan? Awesome place, but I think really shows some of those distinctions in a clear way. The general desire for things to be neat and ordered is so palpable that if you haven’t been there I can’t describe it. It’s like an aura. And don’t get me wrong, despite the amount of people sometimes, my autistic ass felt very at home. In fact because people were more ‘ordered’ the crowds were actually easier than in other countries. But I was still autistic. Still disabled by it. And Japan, like many places, is only just now coming out and trying to help and accommodate people with autism and other disabilities rather than them being in the house all day. They’ve only recently got around to even properly diagnosing ‘adult’ autism. And while there’s such a long way to go there, that’s helping people a lot, that they’re not just called ‘shut-ins’ anymore but they’re starting to be seen as legitimate people.

And this is what we forget when we talk about ‘pathologising’ people. Yes it can definitely go too far, but having someone not just be A Failed Person is also very very important. For them and for the people around them. All very well to go ‘what if we see nobody as a failed person’ cool but we won’t. Even you and I won’t sometimes.

And the reason why a lot of mental illnesses/neurotypes change some symptoms border to border but keep basics is because well, that’s the disability for you. Those are the bits that are wrong with the body and that’s fine. (And while things like “ADHD” may be underdiagnosed if say, you’re black, because people’s racism says ‘all black boys are hyperactive and don’t pay attention’ that’s a racism problem with the diagnoser, the disability is there). And cultural differences are very real, but that’s also one of the reasons why every country has their own diagnostic procedures. So imperfect, very very so, but not to the point of throwing out areas of study. Areas of study that truly have been studied across the entire globe. Fine, a white French person came up with this theory in 1904 but it’s been studied worldwide ever since - we’re going to say “schizophrenia” is a white term if it’s been studied in every continent?

Certainly these things have more weight when it comes to ideas of gender expression and sexual preference. America’s masculine ideal is not English, English masculinity not Finnish, Finnish masculinity not Japanese etc. etc.

However usually discussing this has two real world roots. Are we physically trying to change something in ourselves, or denoting a personal understanding of a boundary. Either way, given all people’s rights are equal (and they are rarely, but I’m pro that part of ‘western hegemony’), that does mean different cultures will view what makes a transgender person differently. For some people an amab’s desire to cook and look after children might cause a question of gender identity where in other cultures it wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean the terms we’d use in regards to that are less meaningful, just nuances of them shift depending on culture.

(Someone is choking their lungs out outside. Hope we’re ready for the real world deconstruction of the diamond of the core of social disability model which is ‘the majority of people aren’t disabled’, cus hoo boy)

Finally The Dr Who Bit:

Out-Universe:

Doctor Who is a celebration of Being A Weird Guy.

But also not.

Because on one hand it’s quirky is good, good to be childish sometimes, and the other is This Character Is Fucked Up Don’t Be This. Both of those are Four, who much like Ten, gets the last but sanded down in people’s minds.

Doctor Who tells us being weird is good, that you should be kind even if it’s weird, helpful even if it’s weird, be clever even if it’s weird, and if you’re an interesting enough person you can even dress super weird if you like.

But it also shows us where being weird is…not good. For us and others around us. Yeah, maybe you should get help for that, go see a therapy group, take some respite, identify your partner as a problem and leave.

And many times it’s neutral. We write them with the differences so that an ADHD or Autistic person can go, ‘hey that’s me :) ’ and characters and writers and actors labelling them so helps those people feel seen. It’s become almost a staple of main characters now to have some sort of identifiable characteristic to people, but wasn’t always so, and I really do think Doctor Who helped a lot with that. Back when freaks weren’t heroes.

One shouldn’t feel the need to have to label every bit of themselves, as a capital-Q Queer I don’t. But having things to guide you is lovely. I came from a very country place in England that’s perpetually stuck in the worst parts of the 60’s. Pre and early days of internet. I didn’t get to know what things like autism, adhd, sexuality, or gender divergence, most races (not joking, exceptionally white, didn’t see a black person til I was like 9 that wasn’t on kids tv or crime watch — as in i know exactly where i saw him, that specific — and there was 1 black kid in our school of 600+ who came when we were 16), even most physical disabilities. If I hadn’t had CBBC I genuinely wouldn’t have had most of what I did. Hadn’t heard of ‘muslims’ until 9-11. I’m talking a deeply stagnant place.

But finding out there were different aspects of people but far more importantly, different WORDS for that? Huge. Game changing. You can’t actually look these things up otherwise. There was no library book that could tell me what I meant when I said I felt like the Doctor. Took a magazine scan on Doctor Who Forum talking about the character to actually say the word ‘autistic’ and help me in any way.

(Also turned out my mother had been fleeing various medical professionals trying to get me an autism diagnosis since the age of four. THANKS.)

Having a label helped me…de-alienise myself. I wasn’t alien any more, I was a person, just a specific kind.

So I’m pro-diagnosing (even if frequently distrusting of the people who are in theory supposed to be equipped to actually do that irl but aren’t). And I’m pro labelling the Doctor. While also giving enough freedom so that anyone can still headcanon the one that’s most like them. But saying Twelve has ADHD does no harm to anyone’s headcanons while also helping ADHD people, things like that are good in my book.

In-Universe:

The Doctor’s culture considers them a freak. If they truly have terms for mental differences I doubt it, they’re eugenicists, we know their go-to for depression is forced-regeneration i.e. suicide-by-murder.

Even the nice ones are not like the Doctor, seem little different to us, or at least those high in politics or money.

Within the Doctor’s own culture, they are extremely different, and if their culture had the words for autistic/adhd/genderqueer/whatever they would be them by their own society’s culture too, not just ours. Saying that they’re not those things they’re just Not From Here doesn’t make sense cus the Place They’re From thinks it about them too.

For it to be a they’re ‘Not From Here’ thing the Doctor would fit normally within their own society but they don’t.

Maybe this was part of the autschizadhdfirework-brain jump

'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here'

Trying to follow. But might not be, the idea that you can’t label the ‘other’ parts would seem to contradict that - that the Doctor and us share the same sorts of experiences of othering (despite alien society) that allows one to see ‘same hat!’ and label it so would…fit that, wouldn’t it? Perhaps with the same fluidity we give them on assigning a political spectrum to them, but ‘being defined by what you aren’t’ is surely labelling of ones’ characteristics in a nutshell. That is the construction of ones’ sense of self. The definition of one as an entity and how best to navigate the world with those tools.

But ymmv.

I’m not one of those people who needs people to see things the same way I do. I’m not big on philosophical discussions or whatever, I promise.

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[trialnumbergamma]

How adeuce got back to school in ch 4

Future chapter spoilers

I have no idea how far en is in the main story soooooo YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED~~~~

no I’m serious I’m going to mention things from future chapters and I don’t want to spoil anyone who wants to go in as blind as possible

okay so I'm going to assume anyone still here has played jp or doesn’t care

so in a discord I’m in we talked about how adeuce got back to isle of sages and I worked out some math that at least made me appreciate our idiots a little more. This is going to be all over the place cus im in finals week and am already putting more energy into this then my final projects 

okay so to start off we are going to have to assume some things right off the bat i.e. ace is from a city towards the middle of the rose kingdom and deuce is from a town off the cost somewhere so their locations are going to be something like this (thank you discord mutuals for basically feeding all of this info to me)

ace doesn’t really share anything personal in general the most we get out of him is that he would go around the neighborhood to trick or treat also i know he’s supposed to be British but the suburbs are written all over him

now deuce’s location is pretty obvious from what he told us in ch 5 (EN’S I WARNED YOU) in order to yell out your teen angst at the beach you’d need a beach in the first place. Also deuce living in a small-med size town would explain how a 14 year old even got  a motorcycle in the first place (I swear if yuu didn’t exist deuce would have been the protagonist but that’s an info dump post for another day)

okay so ace said that how they got back to the isle of sages was public transportation /derogatory

aka: plane -> bus -> boat -> boat -> bus

so we can assume that it looked something like this

okay so if memory serves right ch 4 takes place across 6 days and 5 nights I cant remember (I'd actually check but finals, feel free to fact check me) and yuu doesn’t message them until night one so that gives adeuce 5 days or 120 hours to get to yuu meaning

Ace flies to the airport closest to deuce (california to georgia is like 4 hours so lets go with 3-4 hours)

Ace takes a bus the rest of the way to deuce’s town (buses are slower than planes so 1-6 hours it depends how far the airport would be from deuce)

Adeuce takes the 1st boat to the 2nd boat (lets say 12 hours at most)

Adeuce take the second boat to the isle (prob another 12 hours)

Adeuce take a bus across the island and probably still had to hike a little cus who knows how safe that cliff is to drive ((½-2 hours maybe?)

That’s 28:30-36 hours of traveling not including layovers, gaps between getting on/off transport and ya know CONVINCING YOUR PARENTS TO DROP $300-600 ON TRANSPORT CUS THEIR MAGICLESS FRIEND NEEDS THEM and that’s me being generous, with how last minute the whole thing was it was not cheep no wonder they didn’t nope out of vdc they hella owed their parents money

The guilt and knowledge you’ll probably not get a ps5 for christmas vs. vil

The fact that they went through all of that is crazy to me I've been on a train with a clogged toilet for 6 hours before now you’re telling me they went on a boat im surpried they partyed everytime i go through (LITTERALY A FRACTION OF) that I pass the fuck out

This goes beyond them owing yuu for ch 1-3 this is straight up ride or die best friend shit

Tdlr: i no longer believe traitor ace theory

[denays-xo]

When the boys reject you

ft. Kageyama, Atsumu, Iwaizumi

a/n: my first prompt! randomly got this idea cus yes i like hurting myself, anyways i hope u like it!

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You thought that being classmates with kageyama was the peak of your luck

He became your crush as soon as you saw him play with so much passion during interhigh 

You just happened to be invited by your bored friends. Lucky. 

Ever since that day everything he did was attractive

Everytime he would fall asleep or say the wrong answer during class

You found it attractive how he took good care of his nails hands and imagined how it would feel like if he held yours

Luckily, you became partners for a group work in school

Since you don’t know if you’ll ever get an opportunity like this again, you decided to push your luck once more. 

“Ka-Kageyama-kun, we can just talk about the project at my place, is that okay with you?" You stood nervously in front of his desk, your whole body shaking as you waited for his answer. This is the first time you talked to each other for more than a greeting. He looked up to you and just nodded. 

"Then, will you be free this weekend?"

"I'll check with coach Ukai. I'll text you if anything comes up." He stood up to search his bag and pulled out his phone and gave it to you. "Your number." You blushed as you saved your number on his phone. 

After the exchange, you shakily walked back to your seat to hide your blushing face. Even though you planned to confess at the end of the project, you can't help but feel nervous. 

During this project, you hoped that the two of you would become closer to each other. But, Kageyama is much harder to talk to than you thought. He will only approach you if something confuses him or when he needs help. Whenever you would start the conversation, he would only give short replies. You were content though. 

"Ah, finally we're done." You stretch your arms up and relax your head on the back of the couch. Kageyama was fiddling with his fingers while drinking from the small carton of milk that you gave him. This is your chance now. 

"Kageyama-kun." 

"Yes." He answered while still busy observing the finished project on top of the coffee table.

"I, uh, really…" he turned his head and looked you in the eye which made it harder to say the words. You closed your eyes and bowed your head down, with your heart beating fast, you took every ounce of courage you have and said. "I have a crush on you. I like you so much, please go out with me." 

When he didn't answer, you knew. You slowly opened your eyes and saw him facing away from you and the awkward look on his face was evident. You mentally facepalmed yourself. 

"Uh, I don't like you." Inexperienced with having upfront confessions, Kageyama was blunt. No regard for how it will crush your heart.

"Ah, haha, that's okay." You awkwardly shifted on the couch. "Then at least, let me like you, please." You hated how desperate you sounded. With your heart just broken down you were unsure about what to say. 

"No, please stop liking me. It will only become a burden to me. Let's pretend this never happened." He stood up and grabbed his bag. "See you tomorrow." 

MIYA ATSUMU

Miya Atsumu was famous along with his brother Osamu

Being childhood friends with the both of them, you felt lucky to be close to them

You do not remember having romantic feelings with either of them when you were just kids

But as you grow older and your body changes along with theirs,

You fell in love with the most insufferable man you've ever met

But having lots of girls available around him,

Atsumu was constantly in a relationship

And when it fails, he vents to you

"Ugh, she would always pick a fight for no reason at all. Can you believe that, Y/N?!" 

"Yeah, no way." You answered as you poured water in a glass for him. Hoping it would calm him down.

"Right?! And—and she would always demand that I should know what she's thinking. What—what they're feeling. Ah! She never tells me anything! How would I know?!" Even if this has the nth time he's been like this with you, you almost feel bad because he genuinely looks confused. 

"Well, if she was that toxic to you, I think you made the right decision." You handed him a bag of his favorite chips as a way to cheer him up. 

"She would just not talk to me at all! For weeks! Weeks, Y/N! How the hell am I gonna know what I did wrong?" He rested his head on his palms. Your heart tightens, seeing him so hopeless.

"You did nothing wrong, 'Tsumu. I don't know your whole relationship, but I know you're a great guy. You may be annoying most of the time, but I know how good you are to someone you like." You pat his back. Despite his obliviousness about your feelings, you genuinely care for him. He turns to you and gently hugs you, you did the same. 

"Thank you so much, Y/N. You're a blessing to me and 'Samu. You always take care of me. Thank you for being my constant. I wish they were like you." And you wish he hadn't said that. 

"Date me then." You unconsciously mumble. 

"Huh? What was that? I didn't hear you clearly." He releases you from the hug to look at your face. 

This is your chance to take it back. Just say it's nothing! But nope. 

"Date me," you repeated. 

He stares at you with a confused look. "Do you—"

"Yes." You immediately respond. You don't know where you're getting this courage to confess, but since you're already deep in it, you decided to go for it. 

"I—I don't think you understand. You're just my type." He backs away from you and sets a respectful, almost formal, distance between the two of you. 

"What? I'm the one who's not understanding. If you want someone like me, why can't you date me?" Your face started heating due to the annoyance building up. 

"You're my friend, it can't happen. I just can't see you as anything more." He furrowed his brows, visibly becoming annoyed too. You feel your body burn up with anger because of his answer. It doesn't make sense to you. 

"Why would you even base your type on me then?! That's just stupid, Atsumu!" 

"I want someone like you! Not you! Nor will it ever be you! I. Don't. Want. You!"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

Being manager of the Seijoh team for three years is tiresome

Their overwhelming energy during practice

The constant teasing from Oikawa

Sometimes from Mattsun and Makki

Mad-dog with his anger issues

Catching and scolding kunimi for sleeping in the storage room

It all exhausts you

Iwa is always there to cheer you up and help you though

Because of this you have become drawn to Iwaizumi

So while everyone is looking at Oikawa

Your eyes are focused on the back of the reliable ace

"Another ramen, please!" Oikawa shouted as he gave his bowl to the chef. 

Having won another game today the third years decided to have a celebratory dinner. Of course they brought you along.

"Say, Y/N," Makki started. "I heard you had someone you like in school?" He gave you a playful smirk and you replied squinting your eyes at him. Suspicious. Because he knows, he knows who you like. 

"Oh yeah, Y/N!" Oikawa chimed in. He knows too. "I wonder just who it might be." 

The three of them simultaneously looked at Iwaizumi. It almost looked like a comedy gag. Iwaizumi looked back at them, confused. You wanted to smack their heads, of course if they do that Iwa would be suspicious. 

"Who do you think it might be, Iwaizumi?" You were saved by Mattsun. For now. 

"Oh," he answered nonchalantly. "If I were to guess, it would be Oikawa." He shrugged and continued eating food. 

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it was me." He said as he winked at you, making you visibly cringe. He glared at you for that. "But, nope, not me."

"Oh, so you already know then? Who was it?" Iwaizumi replied and you swore right then and then you wanted to twist Oikawa's head.

"Huh, no, uh, it's just that, uhm, Y/N gets annoyed with me most of the time so no way it's me." Damn right. After that whole ordeal Oikawa decided to change the subject, mostly because you were glaring at him.

The situation made you think, since it's your third and last year and you've been crushing on him ever since, this might be your chance to confess. So you did. After eating you inform the three to leave early because you wanted to talk to Iwaizumi. 

"What is this about, Y/N? Is there something I did that made you uncomfortable?" Iwaizumi wore a concerned look on his face. 

"No, Iwa, it's not that. I came here to say…" 

"Huh?"

"I like you. I've liked you since our first year. It just took me so long to confess 'cause I tend to run away. But, right now since it's our last year I wanted to—I'm sorry I'm just rambling." After calming down you finally got to see the look on his face. He was horrified.

"Uh, Y/N, I'm really sorry. But you're just... I only... look Y/N, you're a friend. I don't like you that way." You felt your heart throb but you smiled nonetheless. 

"It's fine, I just wanted to tell you. We can stay friends right?" 

"Yeah."

The whole walk home with him was silent. You knew he only felt obligated to walk to the nearest station. 

The next day of practice was weird, but you didn't think much of it. As you were about to fill the water jugs with water, you tripped on one of the boys' bags lying on the floor. You locked eyes with Iwaizumi but he immediately looked away. You thought nothing of it so you picked up the water jugs instead.

"Y/N-san, Iwaizumi-san asked me to help you." Yahaba ran to you and helped. You see Iwaizumi in your peripheral facepalming. 

The next few days have been the same. Iwaizumi doesn't join lunch anymore. According to Oikawa, it seems that he's busy with his studies. It seems odd because even during the midterm exams, he would still have lunch with the group. Since then, other excuses have come up as well. His mother is calling for him, needing to buy groceries, taking care of his niece, and more. You've had a feeling of what's going on but you didn't want to jump into conclusions. 

"I can't face you anymore. I'm so uncomfortable around you, I'm sorry." Iwaizumi couldn't even look at you. "I don't think we could be friends as long as I know you have feelings for me. I—I should go. Goodbye, Y/N."