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emma045 · 9 months ago
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-{I cooked some pasta for us! al dante, my favourite}
-[I think that you meant al dente]
-{nope! al dante}
-(what do you even mean by thattt)
-[that he burned pasta again]
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beloveds-embrace · 2 months ago
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i have more roomate AU thoughts - specifically about how all the boys spend time with the reader.
Kyle - he does your skin care routinr with you, watching with soft loving eyes as you apply the different cleaners and moisturisers and when hes farily certain of the order and the way to apply everything he has you sit on the bathroom counter, him slotted between your legs, and does it for you, his warm handles gentle as they rub them into your skin. You also insist on doing for him as well, its a bit of trial and error because both of your skin is different but you get there and invest in different products specifically for Kyles skin, he loves the feeling of your hands on his face, so soft and gentle and loving, so different from his rough and calloused ones. It becomes a nightly routine, and when you become a romantic partner in the polycule you share soft kisses between products.
Johnny - you cook together. As much as the boys always insist on your not lifting a finger when they're around you love to cook for them, providing them with loving home cooked meals that warms their bellies and their souls because you're such a sweet little thing for them, so they came to a compromise. If you were cooking, they were going to help but you quickly learn that Johnny is the only competent one in the kitchen, his mother insisting he learns how to cook growing up because its an essential life skill, so he's always the one to help. He follows all your instructions perfectly and is always happy to help and learn, if you're cooking something from your culture and/or a family recipe he's always asking questions and listening as you talk about helping your family members cook when you were younger, and takes special notes if you say certain dishes are typically served during certain parts of the year or as a celebratory feast so when the time comes he can make them for you as a surprise. When you're established in the polycule, he kisses you in the kitchen, pushing you up against the counter and making out with you. This has lead to dinner burning maybe once or twice... and a few more times always resulting in a scolding from John.
Simon - he likes to sit and read with you. You snuggled up beside him in a pile of blankets with one of his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you lay on his chest. He is a big quality time person, especially with how long hes usually away on deployments and so likes to get as much time with you as possible. You don't have to be reading, you can be working on a college project or watching a movie but he will have a book in his hand the whole time because he knows you'll eventually stop whatever you're doing and look up at him with those beautiful fucking eyes that he feels can see deep into the darkest part of his souls but still sees the light and goodness inside of him, and ask him to read to you. You always said you loved his voice and with your voice just dripping in sweetness as if you were made up of sugar itself, how can he say no? So he reads to you and cards his finges through your hair as you lay on his chest, and if you shift to lay your head on his lap, he'll runn a gentle hand up and down either your arm or thigh in a soothing motion, a small smile on his face as you lull into a sleep, when you're asleep he leans over and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
John - John loves going on walks with you, it means he gets you all to himself for at least an hour and he gets to make sure you're getting some exercise and not bed rotting all day or throwing yourself into your work without taking a break. Ever the gentleman he helps you get your coat and your shoes on and makes sure to bring a pair of gloves and hat with him in his own coat pocket in case it gets cold because he knows you always forget to lift them. He loves the peacefulness of walking with you, with either your hands in his or your arms wrapped around his while he has your malinois leash in the other hand, he lets you talk his ear off the whole time you walk enjoying the rambles that fall from your angelic lips and the little giggles you let out when he lets out a whitty remark and he absolutely adores it in the wintertime, its probably his favourite time to walk with you, especially in the run up to Christmas as he watched your childlike glee at seeing the houses all decorated for Christmas the lights on the houses and trees having nothing on the brightness in your eyes and the biggest smile on your face and if their lucky enough to get snow in the UK he swears you look like an actual goddess with snow falling around you and clumping on your eyelashes. The first time he kisses you is on one of these winter walks, you're walking through the park when the snow starts to fall and you stop to look up at the sky with your tongue out to catch snowflakes and John takes just a few steps closer to you, not able to help himself as you finally look at him again and he reached up to wipe some of the melting snow off your cheeks as he tilts his head down and presses his lips to yours for the first time.
This was supposed to be short and sweet but it ran away with me
i'm going to make out filthy with your brain because this? marvelous. spectacular. fantastic. literally a masterpiece and i absolutely adore it AHHHHHHHHHH
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strwbrythoughts · 11 months ago
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time's up | dr. veritas ratio
The doctor - also known as your husband - has come to refine your problem-solving skills, particularly in mathematics.
A/N: This man is insufferable but I simp because smart + muscles = hot!!! Also can you see me projecting onto this and wdym i don't like triangles, ngl i accidentally switched to first person pov at the ending 💀 this is why i need to find time to write in my busy busy schedule
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"You have 15 minutes to solve these questions. You may begin."
The soft click of the digital stopwatch in his right hand sounded louder than ever to your ears. Your eyes went from his soft, smiling face - which in itself, was a rarity - towards the questions printed on the single sheet of white, A4-sized paper on your desk. They were all mathematics equations. Every single one was an integration-related question.
You always thought that you could escape the topics you didn't like after finishing your studies in the undergraduate level. Life had been pretty smooth-sailing after graduation; you opened a cute and cozy bakery, you married a genius, lived in a comfortable home, have and maintain a loving relationship...but this. This was the least of what you would expect. Being tutored and tested on the one subject you refused to take back in university.
Or perhaps it was your mistake when you told him your weak points in the academic aspect of yourself. That was a side effect of marrying a genius, you supposed...or a 'Mundanite' as he would use to refer to himself.
But you couldn't think of that now. You had a test to complete, and you didn't want to receive his punishment for not being able to do so within the given timeframe. His eyes could be felt on you, as if burning into your body and directly gazing at the very essence of your soul. The rise in your heartbeat and downturned gaze highlighted how nervous you felt to answer this paper.
After taking a deep breath to clear your head, you observed the questions carefully. There were 3 questions, and all of them were pretty easy to solve (or at least, that was what the instructions said). The first two questions were fine; only including polynomials and exponents respectively. As you got to the third question though...you couldn't say it was 'fine'.
It included one of your most disliked topics...trigonometry.
Granted, the trigonometry was pretty simple, but you never seemed to be able to wrap your head around how so many formulas could be derived from them. When Veritas explained it to you in one of your tutoring sessions, you asked for more breaks than usual since you had put a barrier in your mind; 'I will never understand this'; which in turn, made the topic seemed harder than it actually was.
The soft 'ding!' of the bell on my desk reminded you that you had five minutes left for this last question. You gulped, hoping your nervousness would be swallowed away as well. His eyes were glued to the back of your head; not that you dared to look behind my shoulder at the moment.
Every second counts after all, even if you had no clue what steps you should take to solve the problem on the paper.
Your brain seemed to malfunction and your memorisation skills failed you right this moment. You didn't remember the basic formulas, and you didn't know how to derive them from the triangles either. With no viable options left, you decided to unleash your expertise; cooking up your own theories.
'Ah, he's definitely punishing me for this...' was the only thought floating in your brain. Autopilot mode was switched on, and your hand glided across the paper, writing down whatever nonsense that seemed to be related to trigonometry, regardless whether they were correct or not.
The digital stopwatch in Veritas' hand had reached its last minute; the fifteenth minute. "Time's up," his voice bounced off the white walls right into your ears. "Put down your pen and stop writing."
Although reluctant, you did not wish for a heavier punishment. His words were followed by the sound of the pen being put onto the wooden desk. Within seconds, he was stood right next to your desk, using his index finger and thumb to pick up the piece of paper.
His eyes scanned my answers, going from left to right as he inspected each line of working. There was a faint smile on his lips...until it was gone.
Gulp.
He had definitely seen the absolute mess you made on the last question.
A slam onto the wooden desk; you swore you heard the wood crack a little bit. "Did I not teach you this last question?" You could barely reply. His tone was dripping with condescension, but you didn't take offence from it. Both you and him knew he had the right intentions, but his ways wouldn't be able to satisfy everyone.
"You did! I...I just didn't like it."
Veritas let out a 'tsk' thrice, seeming almost animated as he did so. "You do know what you have to do now, right? So come on, what are you waiting for? Is time not ticking?" He took a seat on his chair, eyes looking straight into mine.
You sighed, preparing your facial muscles...as you climbed into his lap. Ah yes, the 'one hundred kisses or you're not leaving this room' punishment. A classic, really. Your lips peppered his face, landing on each part like the first snow of winter; gentle and heartwarming.
"Lunchtime is nearing, so you better carry out your responsibility quickly and dutifully, dear. You'd hate to have lunch at 4 PM again, hm?"
Ah, crap! He was right! Better get to work now!
Thank you for reading!
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threepandas · 9 months ago
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Bad End: Cultivation
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The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.
Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.
Unless, of course, you could escape.
Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.
The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.
There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?
One powerful kick.
And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.
Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?
What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.
Yet...
Yet, I MUST know.
I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.
It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.
I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.
I can not REMEMBER.
And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.
Strung up in an endless row.
That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"
I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.
I do not convince myself.
I never do.
"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."
My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.
There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.
Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.
It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.
This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.
Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.
So WHY?
WHY are there only two people here?
I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!
A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.
"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"
The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.
There are a handful of warriors following him.
But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?
...Shijie?
More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.
I was...
Oh.
I was supposed to go with HER.
Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.
Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.
But I happened anyway.
And I was alone.
No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)
He was surprised to find me, up there.
I don't not think he told anyone.
I...I think he was supposed too?
But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.
They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.
Just that is was...Dark.
Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.
Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.
The hands do not care.
I am torn out by the roots.
Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!
A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.
Moving.
Running.
Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.
Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.
"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."
Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!
The sound of a sword being drawn.
I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.
Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.
Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.
How long can they hold on?
Especially with only one hand?
A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...
Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.
I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.
The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.
Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.
"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"
This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.
"Thief."
Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.
"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"
I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.
"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."
"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"
"Because I LOVE You."
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tixdixl · 3 months ago
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Imma need 4, 5,and Curveball 58 for all the OCs you listed!
Oooh- thank you for these!!
đŸș - Thoughts on alcohol?
OisĂ­n: Idk if they've ever had an alcohol before... all I can say though is that they aren't a fan of being around people who are more than a little tipsy. Makes them uncomfy.
Emil: Wine is often used in religious practices, and that's largely his association with it. He doesn't mind the taste though.
René: ...is a bartender. Alcohol is largely a tool to get people to spill information- consensually of course.
Kingsley: It sure exists. It sure is a thing. And like... when he's older, he'll drink when its considered in good practice to do so- like events and whathaveyou. But otherwise, he doesn't really care for it.
XiĂĄng: He's not allowed to have any until his curse is broken. Thems the rules.
Sefu: They seem indifferent to it. Either that or they are being tight lipped about their opinions.
Vex: Their feelings are complicated. Alcohol is often used in social situations and can be largely harmless. But people also do dangerous things when too intoxicated. People also can be incredibly hostile when intoxicated. So... it makes for a complicated matter.
✏ - Favorite creative endeavors?
OisĂ­n: Their writing! That's where they put all their thoughts and feelings.
Emil: Besides cooking, definitely embroidery and darning. He really loves using textile mediums to create beautiful things. (He also loves singing and dancing but thats a hush hush secret.)
René: Dance. It's the one place where they truly feel free to be their authentic self.
Kingsley: Whittling. He likes to carve little statues out of wood he hinds on his walks.
XiĂĄng: Music. He loves playing his erhu. He feels connected with himself, with others, and with the spirits of nature when he plays his erhu. It's his entire heart and soul.
Sefu: No, Sefu... kick boxing and murder aren't answers. You have to come up with something else.
Vex: Roleplaying games and narrative creation (specifically oral story-telling). They love to come up with and explore little make believe scenarios with their friends.
🔹 - Handy skills?
OisĂ­n: I feel like this is a difficult question to answer. The reason being is that you have to consider that OisĂ­n starts their journey as a soldier and assassin, capable of surviving in the forest for a long period of time. This implies they have the ability to handle their nightmares (the fae steeds), are able to start fires and cook (even if just barely), are able to navigate the woods--- the list goes on. But then you also consider that during their time at NRC, they learn about technological creation and electrical engineering. They learn about coding. They make their own monitors and they make their own neck corset. Over the course of their long life, they learn to do a lot of things. To what extent they are "good" at them varies from situation to situation.
Emil: If you don't count cooking, then darning, mending, and weaving. He is able to patch up any sort of hole in fabric pretty darn well (pun intended) and he will make it look good while he's doing it. He also is excellent at herbalism and alchemy, which translates into gardening and plant cultivation.
René: I'm actually not sure if they have any handy skills! Most of their skills are in athletics, studying, and social situations.
Kingsley: So we've got hunting/fishing, minor amounts of blacksmithing, whittling/carving, knotting, blade sharpening... i think that covers it? I think that covers it.
XiĂĄng: He's really great at following instructions when he feels like it. Does that count????
Sefu: Tracking, hunting, blade sharpening... you're making me wonder if their family has a specific trade now, given what we know of the Sunset Savanna? And now you are forcing me to comsider giving them more depth.
Vex: Again, I'm not certain they have any. They unfortunately spent a good portion of their life sheltered and having people do things for them. She wants to learn though!!
Prompt
Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @elenauaurs @thehollowwriter @winterweary
@cyanide-latte @rainesol @inmateofthemind @boopshoops @theleechyskrunkly
@lumdays @twstinginthewind @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @starry-night-rose
Lmk if you want added/removed
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pseudowho · 4 months ago
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Hello! First off, I love your work, and second, I'm not sure if this is a dumb question but how do you actually get an idea and turn it into a product? Is it a natural talent or have you refined your writing skills to actually create something out of a mental prompt/inspiration?
Sorry if you've been asked this before, I'm just asking because college admission essays are actually KILLING ME and I feel like I have so many fleeting ideas and thoughts but I can't actually make anything worthwhile of them. Ur a writer, and a pretty amazing one at that, so I gotta know if this is a skill issue or if there is hope for me.
I think I used to be good at using words, but now I can only make an academic essay with check-boxes and rubrics and can't write anything less rigid than an elaborate answer to a question. I've tried to write things down and explore points yet still there is no morale to anything I write and it sorts of trails off into a recollection/timeline rather than something dynamic that can actually be explored. DO YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE AT ALL ????? How am I supposed to take a vague, shapeless idea and give it some soul?
IM SORRY THAT THIS IS LONG AND CONFUSING but yeah sending loveeeee <3
Hi!
Ohhh, it's time for another edition of
Haitch's Useless Writing Advice đŸȘŽ
First of all, thank you for loving my writing. I feel privileged and touched every time someone reaches out to me to tell me my stuff is good. It's been busy here lately and lovely comments always give me a glow.
Secondly: I have not refined this, I haven't been taught anything, and honestly I'm newer to writing than most of the people on this place (Tumblr). I'm ultimately an amateur, I do not know at all how I do it, and as such I have no legitimate advice to give.
My husband thinks I'm a non-writer who happens to write (I think this is what you said, @mrhaitch?). I never had any intention of doing this. I never had some 'writer' aesthetic in my head. Honestly, when I did start writing fiction (on here, October 2023), I had only a background in the occasional academic writing, and being a voracious reader.
I've always solved puzzles, and word games, and world-built in my head. Just in the background, for myself only. Nothing I ever shared. I suspect I have a very thorough grasp of 'storytelling' as a concept, from the sheer volume of fiction from all cultures and eras that I've read and enjoyed.
I have a good memory, and tend to 'write' whole stories in my head, line by line, and slow-cook them in my head for the day until I get a moment to write it down. I grasp the feel of the piece, and how I want the reader to feel, and translate. Not in any sort of intentional way though I think. I don't actively think 'how do I make them feel xyz?'
When I do write it down, it tends to go straight into my phone, as I have a very old beaten up notebook laptop, and no desktop, so...phone it is!
I hesitate to call it 'natural talent' as that's really arrogant, and I feel like a cheat or a fraud already, for being 'good' at something with no effort on my part. Writing anything has never been effort to me. I never had to stop and think too hard with essays at school or University. I never honestly thought about it. I'm vocally very eloquent and can talk my way into anything, but never really thought about my writing until...well...this whole Tumblr thing.
So in that sense...I don't think I can be of any help. And I really really hate that, because I fucking love to help.
My advice: It sounds like you're doing the right things to build a structure, but where is the heart? As you said, you're looking for soul. Formulas, and brainstorms, and writing guides, give you the structure. For me, personally, the heart comes from this extensive memory back of books and stories I've devoured, and a direct translation of feelings to words. I'm convinced emotions have a flavour and texture, and words do too; you can match them up to get that heart in your writing.
Wow, I hated writing that. How truly, utterly, disgustingly useless đŸȘŽ
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I'm so sorry. I'm shit at writing advice. I don't know how I do what I do.
Love,
-- Haitch xxx
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player-1 · 2 years ago
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Hell's Chicken recap (post Canto 4)
Not sure if anyone rewatched the Hell's Chicken cutscenes (especially after Canto 4), but I love the multiple hints and pain to any future Cantos. In semi-order, here's a few moments I caught:
-Yi Sang w. Samjo's infodump on the multi-winged/legged chicken delicacy of K Corp: Oh yes, I'm already aware of this (BECAUSE DONGRANG TOLD THEM IN Lo9!!)
-Don w. Bongy!Heathcliff: (Sniffles sadly) And here I was hoping to dress him up like Fixers del Artedecer Ardiente (Burning Sunset Fixers/Fixers of the Burning Art (Liu Assocation??)), there's no need to insult him so!
-Me on 20:57-22:13 after skimming Dream of Red Chamber's Wikipedia: Wtf, Hong Lu!? Now I know your family life sucks, but you don't be to be so blasé about it! You're just brushing it off like Don!! (Just check out Liu and Base ID Hong Lu for the hint :)
-Meursault w. Outis violently slapping Bongy!Heathcliff: The force of impacts is similar to a soldier interrogating a captive enemy (Outis...wtf kind of soldier were you!?)
-Sinclair w. Ryoshu insulting Gregor's cooking skills on the battlefield: :O She's speaking with full words for once! -Gregor getting a headache after Ryoshu threw down the Mr. Krabs insult.
-Outis prefers instant-made food...Enough said.
-Also Gregor: Come on Ishmael, don't listen to Rodion. You and I were as thick as thieves in the early days (Veteran bonding? Another hint of Dante going MIA before the main story or them being in the company for years before?) [25:43 Sees Ishamel join Ryoshu's side, easily hearing the pain in his voice] -I...-I feel so betrayed right now.
-Sinclair immediately understanding Ryoshu's acronyms down to a T without question (CHICK: Chirping hesitation isn't cool, kiddo and RAFTS: Restaurant already fated to shut) And many more). It's honestly ironic since book/Limbus Sinclair explains art and emotions extremely heavily while Ryoshu shortens it, but they still have that artistic appeal.
-Ryoshu channeling her inner Yoshihide and traumatizing any poor soul who witnesses her "artistic talent" (ie. Don witnessing the horrors she committed on the chicken kebab that she refuses to explain with words).
-Yi Sang getting nostalgic over spoiled milk he drank the day before and not getting sick from it, but also getting embarrassed if anyone implies he eats terribly-cooked food on a regular basis (mostly likely ate spoiled food in his captivity and probably not remembering how to cook for himself cause of Gubo): Oh honey :(
-Sinclair taking the mantle in Round 2 w. cooking (hassled by the mom group excluding Ishmael), probably because he cooked for himself (terribly though) after his family got prosthesis replacements: Oh honey! :(
-Everything about Yi Sang's potato monologue (and 48:05 for the nervous panic in his voice when Don throws it away), also his reference of shredding chicken with his hands as a custom in his hometown at 39:47 (S Corp/District 19, but there's no further info on it's culture or Singularity).
-Meursault after verbally butchering Don's dish: Yi Sang, if this is your particular taste in food, I personally ask you to throng my teeth and prong my tongue this instant. Yi Sang: ...I have no excuse. (Also on par with book Meursault being an accountant and being extremely thorough on explaining things with brutal honesty)
-The Limbus gang actually succeeding in turning a Distortion back into a human through sheer luck and bullshittery (even if it's w. Dante and Heathcliff's help, Taii and Moses will definitely have an aneurysm if they ever found out).
-Vergi spacing out the second Don kept explaining the story past going into Eubong's, and Charon taking the Bongy plush and puts it on her window! :D
If there's anything else I might've missed (or not wanting to clog up the post with a full list), feel free to comment.
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I know it's a spoilery question but if you can answer it, I would really like to know about it: in MBFW, when they are /FINALLY/ together and married (so in the future, future) does Clarke ever feels insecure about Lexa? Let me explain.
Clarke knows her feelings, God she knows them very well, she knows that she is in love with Lexa since forever, but Lexa broke up with her because she thought it was better that way.
After their discussion (that I reckon it will come in the end of the ff - more or less - if I got it right) they talk about everything and anything and I'm sure they will put everything in the right place, but what about in the future? Is there a moment where Clarke thinks that maybe Lexa is still insecure? That doesn't mean that Lexa has too, but does Clarke still has a "under the skin" insecurity?
And does Lexa notice it if Clarke does have it?
Does it make sense? I walked for 10 km today up and down the mountains so my brain is cooked.
Yes babe that made perfect sense 💕
And as for the answer, I mean, does she have insecurities here and there regarding they relationship? Yeah sure. BUT, they're no more than any average married couple would have. Ya know they have bad days and certain times when they feel like they're just out of sync. Days when they're stressed with work or the kids or an unexpected bill. Some days they just don't communicate the right way and it jumbles things up between them for a tiny bit.
But the great thing, the best thing that comes out of nearly a decade of just friendship and then allowing themselves to experience the full breadth of their love is that fundamentally, on a soul depth level, they know each other.
They know the little tells in each other when the other is annoyed or mad with something or afraid or insecure, because when they were friends, they were the person who the other one would come to about it. They've grown up together and seen each other at their worst and come out the other side, so at the end of the day, even on their bad days, it's like "that's not just my wife, that's my best friend. That's my person. No one knows me like she does."
So if there were ever a time when Lexa felt distant or seemed withdrawn or whatever, this time around Clarke would handle the situation completely differently than 19 year old her did. Back then she was just a kid who was infatuated and recklessly in love with a girl she'd known less than a year. Back then she was a kid who lacked the right communication skills and maturity to figure out how to navigate Lexa's baggage and was so desperate to keep Lexa in her life that she couldn't see the forest for trees.
This Clarke, future married-Clarke, Mrs. Griffin-Woods-Clarke on the other hand, she's got a whole different set of tools available to her. Now she's mature and steady in knowing exactly who she is, and more importantly, she know exactly who her wife is as a person first, then as a partner, and ultimately as her best friend. So if she ever happened to get those feelings it'd be an immediate, "Ok Time Out. Shut it down. Phones off, tv off, kids at grandma's or Raven's for the night. We need some you&me time to figure this out. Cuz this is how I'm feeling, and I need to know exactly how you're feeling too so we can either fix this or at least be on the same page before this gets any bigger than it is."
So just a total night and day flip in how she'd handle it.
But also I mean??? Lexa's extremely attentive and loving and despite the breakup has always been devoted to Clarke (she really has). And she's also learned to communicate better too because she knows to be a good partner for Clarke, that is something that Clarke needs from her. The reasons for her initial breakup are no longer an issue, but if anything else ever came up, she'd actually,,,, sit and talk to Clarke about it rather than just making unilateral decisions for them both đŸ„Ž Wild concept there Lex
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semi-imaginary-place · 1 year ago
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post 251 jjk thoughts
Sukuna going through it this week. (poor tummy mouth D:). I think he got punched in the soul like 5 times or however many hits Yuji got in. Tongue ripped out, stabbed, cut, hand ripped off, kicked a few times, losing control of megumi's body and his cursed energy, still regenerating from gojo. and then Maki comes in with the steel chair
My new prediction is Sukuna's gonna eat Yuta
Was thinking about Yuji more and he has both blood manipulation and soul manipulation? "Which one is his cursed technique?" is what I was questioning until I remembered Sukuna get both slashes and fire arrow.
Was Yuta/Rika eating the finger the best narrative use of the 20th finger? Eh I don't know, but it's certainly not the worst. Yuta eating Sukuna's finger worked, dude's the most beat up we've ever seen him and Maki's coming in with the folding chair.
sukuna's cursed technique?
I heard one hypothesis where his technique is to store and use the properties of cursed items to explain kamutoke.
I personally like that his ct is cooking or fire arrow and slashes are from his canabalizing his conjoined twin, because they are thematically and aesthetically relevant to Sukuna but it really is a mystery as of now. I hope whatever Gege reveals is a satisfying answer although I know that whatever it ends up being people are going to complain.
Sukuna only has one technique, and it's Fire Arrow. It's powerful, but imprecise and inefficient, so he studied jujutsu fundamentals religiously to refine it. His solution was an Ultimate Binding Vow, carved onto his own soul to forcibly restrain Fire Arrow into a practical form: Dismantle, with Cleave being a subtechnique refined from Dismantle. That Binding Vow manifests as his tattoos, which show up wherever his soul is, regardless of his body. He releases the limiter with Fuga (Open) to access the original form of his technique. Closed, it functions like a high pressure water nozzle, forcing the power of Fire Arrow through a minimal path. Explosive fire becomes a short-lived, hyper-concentrated arc of infrared radiation, invisible to everyone except Mahoraga (adaptation) and Kashimo (EM spectrum). Cursed spirits can't put Binding Vows on their own souls the same way because they're not structured like human souls. Sukunas' understanding of cursed energy and its relation to the soul is what makes this Ultimate Binding Vow possible, and also what allowed him to mold his body to optimize his jujutsu. Four arms and two months are obvious, but four eyes gives him supreme depth perception and peripheral vision to judge the distance of his Dismantles. (CaughtMeALurkfish)
That makes a lot of sense that only fire arrow is his ct and the slashes are him being very skilled with cursed energy, fire arrow in under binding vows that restrict it's form. We've already seen Sukuna get pretty wily with rules lawyering binding vows from his domain expansion to enchain with Yuji. corporate tax lawyer sukuna. He's also extremely knowledgeable about jujutsu and cursed energy. Like early on Gojo wacked a can with just cursed energy no cursed technique so pure cursed energy manipulation is possible.
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heartheaded · 2 years ago
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savior: AVALORE AVALEE fandom: dungeons & dragons race: half-elf (high variant) class: bard subclass: whispers age: 25 sex/gender: intersex / male
backstory: Hails from a modest living in Helm's Hold. Born to a half-elf father and half-elf mother, the latter of which passed away from birth complications. Upon this birth, something strange also attached itself to his soul and would unfold loads of tragedy down the road. This, along with Avalore's unique body make-up, would be desperately hidden in an attempt to succeed.
As he grew in his youth, Avalore would remarkably attend school at the urgency and life savings of his father, who desperately wanted his son to succeed. It was only a wish for the barest of educations, for the elven side had long since been bred out. However, along with anything in the past that Lore would try that he would even remotely be interested in, would be ruined by the interjection of his animated shadow. Having to leave class, or ruin a song, or being unable to sleep because his shadow would be causing a ruckus.
Eventually, Avalore would have enough, and end up leaving both school and home in order to protect himself and his father. Mostly, it was because he likely would have failed anyway, and didn't want to burden his father with the news... Best just to go missing.
For the better part of seven years, Avalore has happily "been lost", using what skills he managed to pick up from school to fuel his wanderlust. He secretly hopes to uncover exactly what this shadow is, and why it suddenly became so compliant after leaving home. So compliant that it grew enough confidence for a voice... a voice that was happy to be away from the crowds and tests.
A voice that claimed to be the side of Avalore that wanted this, that lusted, the side that he had been neglecting...
Whether or not that was true, Avalore currently sings songs, adventures for hire, and fuels himself with the beauty of nature and smiling faces of people. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, costume design, singing, and if something were to go wrong because of him OH BOY!
He is kind, whimsical, and will always have an answer for every question even if the validity is questionable. If he isn't performing or otherwise putting on an act, he is withdrawn and quiet--afraid, even. Avalore has an over-reliance on magic and believes it to be the answer to all his problems. He will also kill/die for anyone that sticks around long enough to call him friend.
However, due to Avalore's own insecurities, he often leaves adventuring groups before they can ever form a bond--whether because they're turned off by the shadow, find him useless, or simply don't need him is his own demon to deal with.
appearance: 5'7", mousy brown coconut-cut hair, hazel eyes, thin and bendy performer body-type, sharp joints and a diamond face, button nose, freckles all over but especially shoulders and cheeks, gap in teeth, 10% pointed ears -- wears earthy-toned, loose traveling clothes and comfy boots... never wears anything that can't also be slept in
the shadow: Avalore is attached to an Animated Shadow -- this involves a slew of mechanical abilities, but the downlow is:
his name is Peter
he is a Fey that is trapped on another plane
he is soulbound to Lore--their souls are tied & their fate is one
he is NOT Avalore, but looks/is shaped like his silhouette by merit of being his shadow specifically
the reason for this varies--in the campaign, he was exiled from the Feywilds to the Negative Plane for being a Bad Boy and latched onto the first thing that drew him in after reaching out for help
dw about how -- Archfey magic
he is able to interact physically with the material plane, and in this state he's 3D and transparent--soul is here, but body and mind are not--it's like a negatively charged astral projection
he is always with Lore, and their relationship also varies -- in the campaign it's roughly close childhood friends
they are NOT RELATED, just unlucky
Peter sleeps in the daytime, so he can be "inactive & unaware" during the day
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imbonewary · 2 years ago
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Shifting Sans Chapter 2 "In Which, Sans is Very Confused"
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 3
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I flinched hard at a knock on the door. I must've blacked out for a minute.
"We heard something fall," a hesitant voice called through the door. "Is everything alright in there?"
Ah, that must've been me that fell, seeing as I'm on the floor, curled up in a rattling ball.
"'m fine,” hopped out of my mouth before I'd decided to respond. I’m not sure I’ve ever been "fine" but whatever. If that really is my brother than I don't want him to worry, and if it's not... show no weakness or it'll be used against you. I decided to stay on the floor as I went over what I knew; no sense wasting precious energy sitting up. 
So. 
I really did absorb a piece of the human's soul. 
A piece of that thing is inside me now. 
I don't think there's any way to un-absorb a soul.
I'll never be free of it. 
...
Welp.
I'll just have to get used to that. 
What else do I know.
I guess I still have full control because I only absorbed a piece of the human’s soul, not the whole thing, so there’s that. Small blessings. Not sure what I’d do if I could hear that little demon in my head all the time. 
I moved one of the wings into my view to examine it more closely. 
While I'm not 100% certain, I'm pretty sure the wings are coming from that soul piece; they are the same color, after all, and seem to be more like conjured flesh than feathers. Human souls are powerful so it would make sense that a monster who absorbs one would have to accommodate for the influx of magic somehow. Did anything else change besides the wings? I didn't notice anything different while getting dressed, so maybe not. In that case, I guess I'm glad the only change was the addition of wings. Coulda been worse. 
And apparently I can fly now, but I’ll think about that later. 
Grabbing the soul piece must've interrupted the reset; that could be why everything is so weird, but resets only affect time, and they only go back to when the human first fell. At least, ever since they took the power from Flowey anyways, and even then, he technically only had it for a few months. There wouldn't have been enough time, let alone need, to convert the closet into a bathroom. Besides, it was clean but obviously used and definitely not a new feature. 
That skeleton out there... He hadn't corrected me when I called him "Papyrus" but he’s so different than my brother. He could speak softly, not only knew about Gaster Blasters but could summon his own, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt instead of his Battle Body, and he'd called me "buddy" instead of "brother" earlier... I hadn't caught it at the time but now that I think about it, that's even more weird than the rest of it!
I don't... I don't think that skeleton is my brother. Not unless a lot more has changed than just time can account for.
I need more information. I could spin my wheels for hours getting nowhere unless I ask my "hosts" some potentially awkward questions. I just hope they're willing to humor me. 
I sat up, taking a deep breath before standing, once again using the sink for support. As I reached for the door a sudden fear of the unknown washed over me. After such a long time dealing with predictability how well am I gonna handle not knowing what comes next? I wonder how rusty my people-reading skills have gotten...
I shook my head, no more stalling. Swallowing my trepidation, I opened the door a crack, as quietly as I could. "Alphys" was sitting on the far side of the sofa with her tail curled around  her; the white jacket she'd been wearing earlier was gone, leaving just the black dress, as she held the bundled up blanket I'd probably been using earlier. She had darker stripes on her forearms and markings around her eyes but no glasses. That didn't quite account for how much younger she looked. No sign of "Papyrus", though I could hear cooking sounds from the kitchen, solving that mystery. The door creaked and I instinctively pulled back as "Alphys" glanced at me, smiled, and turned her attention back to the low volume TV. I squared my shoulders; now or never time.
I was filled with DETERMI-
OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THIS FEELING?!
I retched, falling forward against the door, onto my knees, as waves of strength, power, and resolve coursed through my entire being. It wasn't painful, per se, but the phantom burning memory of molten magic lancing through my bones was plenty real to me. I hadn't felt anything like that since...
The Labs.
My mind was flooded with old memories I thought I'd buried long before the resets ever started. I saw the sadistic glee in his smile as he held a syringe filled with a sickly green substance; he said it was green healing magic mixed with the barest hint of red DT but the whole thing looked tainted as he injected it into the mana lines in my chest. As close to my soul as he dared get without actually piercing it. It wasn't the first time and sure as hell wasn't the last. 
I whimpered into my hands as I let the memories wash over me. 
It was a well practiced mental exercise I'd developed over the subjective years spent repeating the same goddamn days over and over. Let the mangled memories run their course, acknowledge their presence, send them on their way; and pray that I make it to the other side without losing the rest of my tattered sanity.
If you're goin' through Hell, don't stop.
Several torturous minutes later, the pain filled visions of needles, restraints, rough hands, and strange substances, faded. 
I stayed kneeling on the floor, breathing ragged as I let my fluttering soul calm back into a steady rhythm.
I struggled to my feet, leaning heavily against the wall, and didn't give myself time to think before opening the door, trudging over and plopping onto the couch opposite Alphys. I didn't look at her but I could practically feel her smile... Wait a sec, I could feel it, like a warmth radiating from her but not one I could feel on my bones; one I could feel on my actual soul. Flowing into me from behind, right where the wings were attached to my back. 
Put that on my growing list of weird things to think about later.
Something else I could feel with the wings was every fiber of the couch cushion I was leaning back against. That was an uncomfortable amount of sensory input, especially from new limbs I wasn't used to yet. Or maybe they were just hyper sensitive to touch. Or both, I didn’t conjure flesh often. Either way, that's really annoying. I tried to subtly find a more comfortable position but my fidgeting became less and less subtle the more frustrated I got with the over stimulation before giving up, flopping over the side of the arm rest with a groan of resignation. 
A throat cleared and I flinched hard.
I turned with an easy smile, pretending I hadn't just jumped out of my nonexistent skin, to find "Papyrus" with an amused grin and two bowls of food. Schooling his expression to carefully neutral, he handed one bowl to "Alphys" before offering the other to me. I could still feel his amusement, just like I could feel Alphys' smile earlier. I took the bowl with a quiet thanks, leaning forward to avoid letting the wings touch the couch again. It would be easier to avoid making a mess like this anyways.
A sob caught in my throat as I looked down at the bowl of spaghetti.
Maybe he was my brother after all. 
Swallowing the tears that pricked at the corners of my sockets, I shoved a forkful of noodles in my mouth and, as much as I love my brother, I could admit his spaghetti never tasted as good as this did. I ignored the confusing mix of emotions as I continued to shovel food in my face. It tasted good, sure, but I didn't realize how hungry I was until I... was out of food. I blinked at my suddenly empty bowl.
"Nyeh heh," Papyrus chuckled, holding out another bowl. "Would you like some more? I made plenty."
I grabbed it greedily, trading him for the empty one as he got up from his chair. I hadn't noticed him sit down next to Alphys; where did the chair even come from?
"Oh my g-god, that was adorable," Alphys snickered behind her hand. 
I blushed, looking away. My eyelights had definitely blown wide at the taste; I really hope they didn't turn into stars or, god forbid, hearts. I wiped off my sauce covered face with the back of my hand; guess I made a mess of myself anyways. I debated for a moment before licking it off; shouldn't let it go to waste. I started eating at a more reasonable pace and Papyrus soon sat down with another bowl. Alphys had barely started her own bowl. So where had the bowl he just gave me come from?
Papyrus gave me his own god damn bowl of food, didn't he? I am such a terrible house guest.
We ate in silence a bit longer.
"Thanks for making dinner," Alphys said. "I-it tastes great."
"As great as the skeleton who made it!" Papyrus preened at the praise, hand on his puffed out chest. 
Another lump caught in my throat. This is getting ridiculous, are you my brother or not? You're so like him in some ways but in others you're the complete opposite. It's giving me emotional whiplash! 
"I suppose we should introduce ourselves, now that everything has calmed down a bit," he continued. Now that I've calmed down, you mean. "My name is Papyrus, though you seemed to already know that."
He hid it well but I could feel the undercurrent of suspicion coming from him.
The fact he felt the need to introduce himself means he doesn't know who I am. Which means he can't be my brother. I tried not to wilt visibly. 
"And this is my sister, Alphys."
I choked on my spaghetti. 
SISTER?! The FUCK?!
"That seems to surprise you." His suspicion was leaking out from behind his carefully neutral mask.
"Yeah, it does surprise me," I finally spoke. "You're supposed to be my brother."
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decusses · 2 years ago
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here is a list of questions that anyone can ask toward your characters! whether it be canon characters or OCs, give it a try! :D just send a character or few and a set of numbers or couple! feel free to reblog and ask away~
also I got these questions from an rp site, credits to the OP, i just really wanted to come and share them because they're really nice questions. ^^
1. How would you describe your style? Do you keep up with the latest trends?
2. What is your preferred method of transportation?
3. What's your favorite color? How obsessed are you with it?
4. Would you consider yourself an animal person? Do you have any pets?
5. What would you do if your 'friend' insulted you?
6. Do you wear perfume? If not, how would you describe your scent?
7. What would you do if you caught your friend cheating on a test?
8. What's the quickest way to your heart?
9. Do you sleep on your back, on your side, like a log, etc.?
10. What is your fondest childhood memory?
11. Can you cook?
12. What's your favorite food?
13. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?
14. What's your ideal date?
15. What's the first thing you would buy if you won the lottery?
16. Can you hold your liquor?
17. If you had to give up one of your five senses, which would it be?
18. What do you think happens to someone's soul when they die?
19. What are three things you can't live without?
20. If you can get reincarnated as an animal, what would you choose to be?
21. What are you skilled at?
22. What's your favorite beverage?
23. How would you hide a body?
24. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
25. What's something you regret doing?
26. What's your favorite song?
27. Are you a team player or a lone wolf?
28. If you were the only one who could, would you save the life of someone you hated?
29. What are your pet peeves?
30. Have you ever been in an accident?
31. What are your parents like?
32. What is your favorite time of the year?
33. Do you have any bad habits?
34. What is your biggest fear?
35. Who is closest to you and why?
36. Would you consider yourself to be spiritual? Do you believe in a higher power?
37. Have you done much traveling? Is there any particular place you’d like to revisit?
38. What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? The worst?
39. Who do you look up to?
40. What’s the most valuable thing you own?
41. What is the greatest extravagance you would allow yourself?
42. What does perfect happiness look like to you?
43. How empathetic are you?
44. Do you blow up at the smallest transgressions, or can you keep your calm even when someone blatantly disrespects you?
45. Do you have any notable markings and scars? What is the story behind them?
46. Are you a clean freak or do you make a mess wherever you go?
47. What kind of music do you like? Do you have a playlist?
48. What does a person have to do for you to instantly respect them?
49. What’s your biggest turn-off?
50. Describe yourself in one word.
51. Have you ever been in a romantic relationship?
52. Describe a memory that haunts you to this day.
53. What would you say is your fatal flaw?
54. What is something you currently feel passionate about?
55. On a scale of 1-10, how attractive do you think you are?
56. If you could choose, how would you like to die?
57. What is the most recent thing you have purchased?
58. List three things you have attempted to do but absolutely have no talent for.
59. Your closest friend–someone you greatly admire–just killed an innocent person. What do you do?
60. What is your worst personality trait?
61. What is your "tell" when you're lying?
62. How much of a crier are you? When was the last time you cried, and why?
63. How would you react if someone you don't know very well broke down crying?
64. Would you speed up or slow down at a yellow light?
65. Do you have any quirks that are second nature to you, but to others may seem a little strange?
66. What would you say is your catchphrase?
67. What is the best advice you have ever received?
68. How do you wind down after a long day?
69. How would you like to be remembered after you die?
70. What, in your opinion, is the worst way to die?
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alliance00 · 3 days ago
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How to Hire a Chef for Your Restaurant the Right Way
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Working in a restaurant, hiring the correct chef is not something you do as a job but rather one of the most significant choices you'll ever get to make. The chef is the soul of your kitchen, the taste of your food, and usually, the people you get to see coming back time and time again. But with so many choices and no proper guidance, it's simple to feel lost.
You may be thinking, "I need chef for my restaurant, but where do I begin?" This guide takes you through each step of hiring a chef for your restaurant the correct way—no filler, no jargon, just plain old assistance.
Why the Right Chef Makes All the Difference
Consider your restaurant as an orchestra—the conductor is the chef. Without someone talented leading the kitchen, everything can collapse. Whether you are opening a new restaurant or reinventing an old menu, the right chef hiring sets the stage for success.
Understanding Your Restaurant's Needs
Before yelling, "I need chef for restaurant!" ask yourself—what type of food are you serving? Is your establishment fast-casual, fine dining, or farm-to-table? The more you know your culinary identity, the less difficult it is to find a chef who fits.
Types of Chefs and What They Do
Not every chef wears the same hat. Here are some typical roles:
Executive Chef: Manages the entire kitchen.
Sous Chef: Second-in-command.
Pastry Chef: Dessert and baked goods master.
Line Cook: Prepares individual food stations.
Knowing which kind of chef you really require saves time and money.
Where to Find Top-Notch Chefs
This isn't finding a couch on the internet. Check out:
Culinary schools and alumni networks
Restaurant job boards like Poached or Culinary Agents
Social media groups and LinkedIn
Referrals from reputable chefs or foodies
Pro tip: Sometimes, the best chefs aren't looking. Leverage your network.
Crafting an Engaging Job Description
Your job ad is your first impression. Don't write "I need chef for my restaurant." Write why someone would want to work with you. Add:
Restaurant concept and atmosphere
Type of cuisine
Expected duties
Opportunities for growth
Salary range and benefits (yes, be honest!)
Staffing Agencies or Hiring Platforms
If you are busy or strapped for time, think about working with a staffing firm specializing in hospitality positions. Staffing firms can screen candidates for you, particularly if you require chef for restaurant fast and don't have the time to review resumes.
Interviewing Your Chef Candidates
In addition to experience questions, probe deeper:
What's your go-to dish?
How do you manage pressure in the kitchen?
Have you ever had a menu disaster? What did you learn?
Listen not just to their words, but their passion. You’re hiring heart, not just hands.
Trial Runs and Tastings
Before sealing the deal, invite your top candidates to cook a meal. This is your chance to see their skills in real time. Taste the food, but also watch how they move, organize, and clean up. A good chef brings both flavor and finesse.
Checking References and Work History
This is like reading reviews before reserving a hotel room—it counts. Call former employers and inquire:
How did they handle pressure?
Were they team players and reliable?
Did they improvise or follow the script?
Better safe than sorry, right?
Salary and Benefit Negotiation
Money speaks, but so do benefits. Be prepared to negotiate:
Competitive base pay
Bonuses or profit-sharing
Vacation time and health benefits
Culinary development or menu ownership opportunities
Remember, a happy chef prepares better food.
Establishing Expectations Day One
Consider this as establishing the rules prior to game night. Discuss openly:
Menu responsibilities
Food budgets and costs
Kitchen pecking order
Work hours and shift expectations
Clarity now prevents conflict later.
Training and Onboarding Your New Chef
Even experts require some settling-in time. Acquaint them with:
Staff and suppliers
Kitchen layout and inventory systems
Menu history and customer favorites
Onboarding correctly means they start strong.
Tracking Performance and Feedback Loops
Employing a chef for your restaurant does not end with contract signing. Ongoing feedback allows chefs to develop and remain energized. Make room for open discussion on what is going well—and what is not.
What to Do If It Doesn't Work Out
It happens. Not all hires are a home run. If something goes wrong:
Document issues and give opportunities to improve
Be honest, respectful, and direct
Have a contingency plan or temporary kitchen leader
Letting someone go is hard, but necessary for the greater good.
Conclusion: Finding Your Kitchen Soulmate
Hiring a chef isn’t just business—it’s personal. This person will shape your food, your culture, and your success. Whether you’re shouting “I want chef for my restaurant” or quietly searching, take your time, trust your gut, and aim for more than just filling a position—aim for building a partnership. If you need expert help in finding the perfect fit, Alliance Recruitment Agency can guide you every step of the way. Contact us today to connect with top culinary talent and start building your dream kitchen team.
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jujutsusimp · 11 months ago
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EXTRA
(I won't do them as SMAU, but some people asked for more so I did them + some other characters I like but I don't usually cover.)
Y/N mother:
Yuji: She adores him since the moment she heard his lively, frank and genuine greeting and he clearly earned extra points when he offered to help clean the table with the most disarming smile ever before he put his heart and soul into this simple task.
Megumi: She can't quite figure him out, she doesn't disapprove the relationship because he is well behaved but she can't bond with him so every time Y/N leave the room it gets silently awkward.
Yuta: She adores him because he is so gentle and polite, also he is easy to tease because he becomes all cute and flustered when she nags them about getting married and giving her grandchild.
Maki: She is adopted. She mothers her a lot, like telling her to stop using swear words or asking her if she is sure she doesn't want to bring back some food because she needs to eat to keep working on those muscles.
Toge: She feels sorry for him but she is not supporting the relationship. Communication is so important to her eyes, that even if she believes it's not his fault, she just worry for her girl because she knows it might be complicated on the long run.
Geto: She has mixed feelings about him because even when he plays the perfect man, she can tell something is off and she wonders what lingers beneath the surface BUT his love for his girls is genuine and he takes good care of them, so he is good father material.
Uraume: She is unsure about them, she liked her calm and polite demeanor (and their skill to make tea), but one day Sukuna called them and they rushed immediately to his side so now she is suspecting them of having a toxic relationship with an ex or something.
Hiruguma: She likes him because he is loyal, serious and rightful but she is afraid he will let his work take too much place in his life and hurt her precious daughter. But on the other hand, it's always good to have a lawyer in the family.
Shiu: She tolerates him, like he's not a bad man but she doesn't like him on a personal level, she feels her daughter can get so much better. Also she doesn't like the cigarette smell and will pester him to quit.
Ijichi: She likes him because he looks so happy every time he eats something she cook and she likes his patience and politeness.
Y/N father:
Yuji: He adores him, he would often ask him for help carrying heavy things while complaining about his back hurting and watching Yuji happily go up and down stairs his hands full, with an energetic Labrador vibe.
Megumi: He likes his tranquil energy and he saw him petting his shadow dogs and someone who treats animals right is necessarily a good person.
Yuta: He adores him because Yuta was so stressed when meeting with him, calling him sir and answering every one of his questions like his life depended on it, he felt it was someone respectful and dedicated. Also he can tell he has his heart in the right place.
Maki: He likes her because she is strong and unabashed; she will protect his baby girl with the ferocity of a mama bear and that's good enough for him.
Toge: he doesn't like him. If you don't explain him about Sorcerer and powers he will be assuming he speaks like that because he is weird and finds it disrespectful and if you explain about his powers, he will be scared he accidentally hurts his precious girl.
Geto: He likes him, because even in his monkey phase he would be acting and sweet-talking him like hell, and it would work super well on him.
Uraume: He likes their very collected behavior and their cooking skills, he even ceremoniously let them take care of the barbecue in his place, a honor only bestowed on the best. Also, they were patient with him when he kept accidentally getting their gender wrong at the beginning.
Hiruguma: He approves the relationship because he is a dedicated and serious man who will provide well for his family BUT he really doesn't vibe with him as a person, and doesn't feel comfortable around him.
Shiu: He likes him and is actually very friendly with him, since he wanted to go see a match and Shiu helped him get tickets.
Ijichi: Mix feelings about him, he has nothing to really complain about, but he feels his daughter could get better, and he doesn't understand why she likes him.
@muichirotokito-122 and Anon, I hope you enjoy it <3
What Y/N's parents think about the JJK men
So to sum up my "My mom wants to meet you" and "They met your father" SMAU, here is my current silly head canon about what her parents think about the JJK men:
Y/N's mother:
Gojo: She finds him charming and she can't wait to show off your couple pictures to all her friends because you look SO GOOD together.
Nanami: 10/10 marry this man already
Sukuna: NOP NOP NOP
Toji: She doesn't like him very much (especially because of the gambling thing)
Choso: He is already adopted! She will bake him cookie and knit him a sweater for the winter (and one for Yuji too).
Y/N's father:
Gojo: Doesn't like him and it will take time for him to see Gojo is not just a clown and go past his first impression
Nanami: 10/10 mary this man already
Sukuna: He vibes with Sukuna intensity but maybe it's just the adrenaline talking and he is trying to convince himself it was just dark humour and his baby girl isn't actually dating a mass murderer that can pop his head off by blinking.
Toji: Not a super fan, he thinks Toji will protect his daughter but doubt about his commitment. Will do an arm wrestling competition with him after getting drunk at a family gathering and end up in the hospital.
Choso: He is already adopted, can't wait to show him his precious scale modeling collection and to treat him like a son he never had.
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“KEEP IN MIND, AS MUCH AS YOU GUYS DISLIKE TORI
 SHE’S THE REASON WHY MY PASTA FINALLY TASTES AS GREAT AS ME!” How would Sans + Undyne + Alphys all react to learning that ‘Tori’ (who they don’t know is the Queen) had improved Papyrus’ cooking skills? đŸ’€đŸœïžđŸ
Honestly? I'm not sure. Give me a bit to think about it.
They'd definitely be stunned for a moment & sort of chastised at the fact that they'd been caught in a pack of lies.
They might argue that they were trying to spare his feelings, to which he might reinforce the fact that he's not made of glass. Question them on how they thought that he'd improve if he never got honest & constructive criticism? Then telling them that there are ways to tell the truth in a way that isn't jerkish.
And, he might not say it out loud, but he might think in his mind that they were both very cowardly.
Keep in mind, I do think that Papyrus is very forgiving, but would only do so if he believed that someone was really & genuinely sorry & admitted as much. In this way, his own stubbornness & theirs could end up butting heads until one of them gives.
Now, while I think that Sans would give up the quickest, he wouldn't be genuine in it & would cling, unshakingly, to his own prejudices for a good long time. So, provided that Pap clocked this fact, he still might not forgive him for a while.
On the other hand, I see Undyne as being more likely to have doubts about her convictions first, but would keep ramming her head against the wall in stubbornness, not wanting to admit this fact to anyone. Not even herself. So, very deep in denial.
I think that it'd take the very foundations of their beliefs being utterly shattered in a single fell swoop to change their minds. Something incontrovertible. I'm talking proof that they can see with their actual eyes & hear with their actual ears.
For Undyne, it might be the Amalgamates & the realization of what Alphys & Sans did to make this atrocity possible. After all, it's implied that the bodies of the humans were dissected as there were 7 morgue coolers in the True Lab. Not to mention that the souls had their Determination extracted then injected into the fallen down monsters. Add to this the proof that human souls retain their sentience after death (as per the Flowey battle) & the implication is that Alphys & Sans has been torturing these kids for who knows how long.
I could even see Undyne having a panic attack over it.
Just an eff ton of dark stuff.
Which, BTW, that's another thing I didn't like about the monsters. It's told that the soul holds everything that makes you, you, but they treat the human souls like simple batteries.
It's possible that, since their own souls crumble immediately upon death, that they are unaware that human souls retain a degree of awareness & sentience after death. (Again, as shown by the Flowey battle. The human souls are literally the only ones in the game to come to Frisk's aid when they call.) Maybe it doesn't even occur to them because, in their own minds. You die, you're done. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. So, it's possible that it doesn't even cross their minds that humans are just fundamentally different.
Which is possibly how they're all so okay with what's happening. Ignorance. Possibly even denial. Like, I don't doubt that some monsters have thought about it & there are likely even those who are vocal about it. However, I definitely think that many would try to brush the thought away & ignore it to protect themselves.
I can't even imagine the reaction if they were to be confronted with the truth.
Keep in mind that it's nearly impossible for humans to do something like this to monsters (without the help of another monster) as far as we know. As such, it isn't likely that many humans have ever committed these crimes against monsters & if they have, it'd all be kept hidden (I'm talking black market dealings) & would definitely not just be the humans faults. Because from what we're told, humans can't draw out souls. Meaning this wouldn't be a case of what goes around comes around or karma.
I mean, it's possible, but we only have confirmation that monsters can.
Either way, with the information we currently have, this is an evil that could not be facilitated without a monster.
Sure, Sans could try to justify it by saying that if humans could do it, then they would've, but then he'd basically be "reading people's minds" & crucifying them before they've even done anything. Also, just saying that doesn't make it okay to do it themselves & I think that Undyne would realize this.
It's Alphys that I don't think would ever have an issue with Tori. Though, she'd certainly be surprised. It's possible that she'd take all this talk of honesty to heart, but in the end, is too much of a coward to admit anything until very late.
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A weird question perhaps but which archon does tofu like most?/which archon likes tofu the most?
My... (sniffle)... my first ask...?
(holds you gently)
Don't worry! I love questions like these, thank you for asking! I also assumed you meant the child of Mama Tofu and not the Daofu alien (I should really write a differentiation soon).
Keep in mind that this is my interpretation of the Baby Tofu character. I'm not sure how many people noticed, but Baby Tofu and Mama Tofu are meant to be self-inserts for a reader and their presumed mother. Regardless, I hope you enjoy and please do not disclose my existence to Shiro.
Remember, reblogs help more than likes!
-Tofu Takes: Baby Tofu's Favorite Archon-
First Candidate: Venti
While both the Mini-Creator and their mother are introverts, Baby Tofu loves the tone-deaf bard! Aside from being their first five star ever, there’s a lot to like about him. His musical skills, his contagious playfulness, and of course, his cheeks! It’s a bit complicated, but Baby Tofu once saw that meme of Venti’s chipmunk face and they never forgot it. 
Being a hermit, Baby Tofu doesn’t often leave the Creator’s manor, even if they’re in Teyvat. Yet somehow, the tone-deaf bard repeatedly manages to tow them into the sunlight (Mama Tofu is grateful). Whether that’d be visiting the statue at Windrise and playing with the crystalflies, or having picnics at Starsnatch Cliff. Their favorite activity, however, is flying kites. Yes, Teyvat would naturally provide a nice breeze, though the personal blessing of Barbatos himself is by far the best. 
Overall, an 8/10! His outgoing personality is a bit too much at times, sadly. Baby Tofu secretly doesn’t like his storytelling style, but don’t tell him that. Shhh

(Bonus Tidbit: Flying kites reminds them of Grandpapa Tofu
)
Second Candidate: Zhongli
Those of you who read Tales of Mama Tofu - Wrath of the Mini-Creator will know that Baby Tofu has a personal vendetta against the Geo Archon. Both for missing him on his rerun, and due to how he’s essentially their step-father now. Nevertheless, he’s the one who convinced them to download Genshin in the first place, and they must respect that. 
As his
stepchild? Baby Tofu really cannot bring themselves to snap him, despite their occasional temper tantrums. He’s just so patient and understanding, not to mention an incredible listener. They’d feel terrible if they ever actually yelled at him. Thus, Zhongli mostly acts as their anchor and confidant, especially when they and the Creator don’t see eye-to-eye. What neither of them notice, however, is that the poor man is suffering an internal crisis. Yes, it’s his duty to look after the Mini-Creator, but they’re also the only living soul in Teyvat who has the audacity to complain about their Grace? Somebody help him. 
For Baby Tofu, it’s an 8/10. They’ve found that a being as old as Rex Lapis has a special way of making them feel unintelligent. Other than that, he’s a cherished and reliable companion. 
(Bonus Tidbit: Mama Tofu trusts Zhongli, his meteors, and his shield the most when it comes to their child’s safety. Bodyguard Morax when?)
Third Candidate: Ei
The Electro Archon’s obliviousness to modern society is indeed adorable. Yet even if the Creator remains unaware of her sins, Baby Tofu is the opposite. The Sakoku and Vision Hunt Decree aren’t exactly the best foundation for a higher god’s favor. In fact, they’re not sure how they should deal with it altogether, now that Inazuma is real and so are the consequences

Well, no use in concentrating on the past. Whenever the Mini-Creator is in the nation, they take the time to introduce some foreign items to Ei. The most prominent example being food, as they’re somewhat determined to teach her how to cook (and no, Baby Tofu is not a second Gordon Ramsay, sorry). Though, if that doesn’t succeed, then the two of them can at least have a nice meal together. Knowing that her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder (A/N: I recited that from memory, are you proud of me?) can be a normal person too really does wonders for the Mini-Creator’s sanity. 
A solid 7/10, they’re working on it together. 
Fourth Candidate: Nahida 
Ah, yes. The revered, sharp-witted, and powerful Dendro Archon. Baby Tofu truly respects her accomplishments and abilities. They’re not the most knowledgeable on Teyvat’s lore, but they do know that Nahida is the only Archon (as of current time) to be of significant help to the Traveler. Coupled with her resourcefulness, bravery, kindness, and curiosity, Kusanali has effortlessly won a place in the Mini-Creator’s favorites. 
Baby Tofu’s childhood dream of having a sister has been fulfilled. While they can’t always be in Sumeru, they love chatting with Nahida. The two often visit the Aranara to eat and have fun, as well as chat about whatever comes to mind. Once, they figured out a spectacular sandwich recipe on one of their escapades. It’s become their secret dish! Nonetheless, when the excitement settles and they end up lying on the grass, Baby Tofu loves to talk dreams with Nahida. Like a wise man once said, “logic can get you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere.” (Albert Einstein) Both the Dendro Archon and the Mini-Creator seem to agree with that statement!
Baby Tofu is proud to declare Kusanali a 9/10. They’re not the best with children, though it usually isn’t an issue since Nahida is so clever. 
(Bonus Tidbit: The Mini-Creator is absolutely jealous of Nahida’s magic swing. They’re the child of a high deity, why can’t they have one!? 🙁)
Final Answer:
It appears that Baby Tofu’s favorite Archon would have to be
 Kusanali/Nahida! Congratulations, esteemed Dendro Archon!
(A/N: I might write about which Archon would like the Mini-Creator the most another time. Thank you for asking!)
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