#genuinely think all academics need to take a writing course.

[camellia-thea]

because i finished my lectures last night it has been a fucking battle to do my readings.

[thats-godscomma]

Since rewatching Psych, I've been thinking about how weird and arbitrary Shawn's interests are. Sure, late 2000's writing had something to do with it, and maybe a bit of Henry and Gus's influence, but hearing Shawn be so vocal about how he hates certain popular things or (more importantly) refuses to give them a chance BUT at the same time knowing so many pop culture references, it got me thinking.

What if the reason Shawn has so many pop culture references on hand is because of his eidetic memory, and he doesn't actually have as much of an interest in pop culture? Throughout the show, he actively avoids getting roped into big interests and franchises (see: comic books, soap operas, etc.) despite the fact that he genuinely seems excited once he's part of it. In fact, we don't get to see a lot of Shawn's interests at all unless it's based on an idea.

Take being a bounty hunter, for example. According to him, he's obsessed with the idea, but he doesn't make many references to an actual bounty hunter show or franchise. Instead, he just remembers the one bounty hunter he saw as a child and maybe references a movie or two. Because once he remembers something, he's never going to forget it, or at least not for a very long time.

That's why he thinks in references. Everything is a reference if you have a good enough memory. Everything reminds you of something. If Shawn hears someone make a Spock reference, it's in his repertoire forever. But he wouldn't be caught dead watching the shows or movies because that's just too much information. Why on earth would he endure that?

Of course, it also intertwines with his ADHD. He has bouts of energy and trouble focusing. He can't sit still to save his life, and he hyperfixates...or he would if his memory didn't make him averse to it. So if he doesn't want to hyperfixate on an information-based interest, then what does he hyperfixate on? Physical activities. Instead of learning about his favorite daredevil, he tries to be one himself. When he learns about oil rigs, he doesn't get a book from the library. He tries to find oil in his backyard.

This is also where he and Henry differ regarding Shawn's "potential." Henry is correct when he talks about Shawn's "wasted" potential, but he doesn't understand the toil of having this eidetic memory and ADHD. Here's what I think happened: Henry probably noticed Shawn's stellar memory at a young age, realized he has a gift, spoke with his wife about her eidetic memory, learned that you need to challenge your child's eidetic memory at a young age or it'll go away, started the hat game to make it fun and exciting, but then Shawn's ADHD appeared. Suddenly, it made him much harder to raise (because let's be real, Shawn was not an easy child.) Henry didn't know what he was doing anymore, and since it was the 80's, he didn't have the resources to properly understand his kid's behavior, so he tried to find a common interest, and started training Shawn to be a detective "because kids love cop shows." But Shawn struggled to stay attached to one single interest, and when he grew up, he stopped trying to articulate his problems because his mom (the only person who remotely understood his struggles) left, and he blamed his dad for it.

And academics? Those are a joke because what is the point of studying if he already remembers everything? Until, of course, he needs to apply it to a problem-solving test or writing an essay. Suddenly, he's memorizing a math teacher's answer sheet and copying Gus's report.

Yes, Shawn could have been a great cop. He could be an amazing scientist or anything really. He could have been a national spelling bee champion like Gus wanted to be. Even 15 years later, Shawn remembered exactly what word Gus messed up, how to spell the word, and what letter he made Gus slip up, but he didn't want to be on that stage with Gus because that requires so much learning. And so much time. And so much memorizing. And he refuses to sit still for that long when he knows that overloading his head is going to give him migraines.

Also his "I've heard it both ways" probably comes from the fact that people with eidetic memory can still make lots of mistakes if they don't actively commit something to memory. If Shawn only overhears something, he'll still naturally try to fill in the gaps like everyone else, but because he's so confident in his memory, he just believes what he remembers to be true, leading him to repeat incorrect information with confidence. That could also be why some of his references are incorrect due to mixed-up homophones.

Anyway, this post was supposed to be about how Shawn is just a walking movie reference because his memory won't let him forget quotes, but then I fell into a rabbit hole of the negative effects of having an eidetic memory as a child, and I am very passionate about how Henry actually tried his best, and people need to stop calling him a horrible parent. Love y'all. Let me know what you think.

[frvnkcastles]

YOU’RE GOOD TO ME ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you’ve been working all day, Frank decides to intervene.

Warnings: Stressed reader, feminine nicknames, she/her pronouns, reader wears glasses and is a university student, fluff :)

Word count: 929

Author’s note: I’m very aware I have some requests to get to but honestly I’m so tired because of college lately, so this happened. 😭 I’ve been writing a ton of essays in the past couple of weeks and all I want is Frank to hold me and give me an ”attagirl.” PLEASE. So this is for all my overworked girlies <3

Your neck throbbed with an uncomfortable ache when you craned it to the side, and with a low groan, you reached with your hand to rub the painful spot and averted your eyes from the laptop screen in front of you. Your pained sounds earned an unamused look from Frank who had gone without complaint when you had turned down movie night in favor of your coursework — he always supported his girl and her academic aspirations, of course — but this was where he drew the line.

”Aight, that’s it”, he decided with a grunt, kicking his feet off of the coffee table and reaching for your laptop, only for you to defensively pull back and stop him from stopping you. You knitted your eyebrrows together and glared at him, only for him to chuckle at your protests. ”Sweetheart, it’s been hours. You deserve a break”, Frank insisted, deciding to get up from the couch and circle around the back to drop his face in your neck and his arms around you.

”I know, I know, but I gotta finish this essay by midnight”, you argued through a stifled yawn, and with a grumble against the soft skin of your neck, Frank huffed.

”The fuck? Didn’t ya just write one the other day?” he queried, a frown distorting his handsome face when you tilted your head back to look at him.

”Yes, but that was a scientific text, this is a reflective one”, you explained the difference with a faint smile before leaning up enough to kiss his chin. After that, you looked back at the screen and the jumble of words and shoved your hand underneath your glasses to tiredly rub your eyes.

Humming, Frank kissed the top of your head. ”What a bunch of bullshit”, he muttered under his breath before stealing a glance at the clock on the living room wall and then making his decision for you. ”Hey, it’s barely 10 PM. You’re gonna gimme half an hour without that damn thing between us and then I’ll let ya do your thing, yeah?” he announced, and before you could protest, he was uncurling his strong arms from around your neck to slam your laptop shut and snatch it from your laptop.

”Frankie!” you tried to reason with him, but he shook his head and carried the laptop to the kitchen counter before striding back to the couch and pulling you onto his lap.

”Half an hour, sweetheart”, he emphasized, and as much as you wanted to keep arguing, you couldn’t deny that his warm, firm chest did feel nice against yours, and his big hands drawing soothing circles on your back offered some much-needed relief. As you laid down on top of him, he gently reached for your glasses and folded them on the coffee table before running his thumb across the indents they had left on your face.

”M’pretty girl”, he rasped, and immediately blushing at the praise, you buried your face in his chest and he laughed in a way that was so genuine it made his whole body tremble. ”Still get shy on me, huh?” he teased with a low voice, running his fingers through your hair before taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles, ”don’t ya know I’m sweet on you?”

Chuckling, you nodded and looked back up at him. ”You’re real sweet, Frankie. Kinda think it’d ruin your reputation if people found out what a teddy bear you are with me”, you contemplated out loud, and with a snort, Frank smiled and reeled you in by the jaw, planting a soft kiss on your lips when you were mere inches away.

”As if anyone’d believe that shit”, he pointed out smugly, before kissing you again, slow and sweet.

Sighing, you lowered your head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart as he mindlessly played with your hair. Minutes passed and you started to feel drowsy, even more so when a gentle rain began to tap against the windows and you could just enjoy the moment. You had noticed that with Frank, you didn’t even daydream anymore. What was there to daydream about? You already had the man of your dreams, always there to make you feel good in every sense of the word.

”Half an hour’s up”, Frank mumbled quietly eventually, sooner than you had expected, and with heavy eyelids, you glanced at him only to find him smiling lazily at you. ”You know you’re fuckin’ amazing, right?” he asked, much to your surprise, and with widening eyes, you crossed your hands over his chest and rested against the soft material of his sweater.

”What makes you say that?” you questioned sheepishly, and licking his lips, Frank nodded at the laptop waiting for you once more.

”The way you work. I know you’re tired but you still keep goin’. I fuckin’ adore you, girl. You’re kickin’ ass and it’s so goddamn amazin’ to see. Just know, I’mma always be on your team, yeah?” he praised, and once again, it was hard for you to accept it without getting bashful. But before you could hide, he snuck a thumb beneath your jaw and locked his eyes with you.

”Just really love you, y’know?” he muttered, and with a widening smile, you leaned in to kiss his nose.

”I love you, Frank”, you whispered before reluctantly getting off of him and heading for your laptop where the unfinished work awaited.

”You got this, baby”, he grinned at you from his nook of the couch, ”attagirl.”

[knight-says-nanana]

An analysis on Ed’s comic childhood, how that impacted his OCD*, and how that translated to the Gotham TV show

Alternatively: GTV Ed’s Biography

*(and also how it very clearly gave him cptsd but they don’t explicitly Say that bc DC is full of cowards)

Normally I’d say comics don’t impact tv continuity, especially for a show like Gotham where so many things are changed, but the thing is? Cory Michael Smith specifically went out of his way to read the riddler comics when he accepted the role of Ed Nygma. He acted accordingly and did an amazing job trying to salvage the show’s poor writing. There are many tiny moments where he does things that reference Ed’s typical backstory despite the show, in all its 5 seasons, never bringing it up

Childhood wise there are typically two widely accepted routes

1 - his mom was around but neglectful and off her head with drugs n alcohol

2 - his mom left when he was a toddler due to not being able to handle his father anymore, which kinda kickstarted the abuse being focused onto Ed instead

I will be continuing this analysis with #2 because it is the most popular and explains his abandonment issues

Comic Based Childhood

So this guy basically grew up with Only his father. His father who is a dumbass, an alcoholic, blames Ed for his mother leaving, incredibly abusive physically, and couldn’t accept that 1) his kid is smarter than him or that 2) a kid so Weird cough traumatized and neurodivergent cough is anything but an idiot

A major sticking point was that he always thought Ed was lying, constantly, about everything. This will be important later.

And when Ed finally started going to school and getting A’s?? Yeah no Obviously he had to have been cheating so Mr Nashton just got More angry with him. Could Ed have dropped his grades on purpose to avoid this? Yeah. Did he? Absolutely not. Academic success was the one thing he could be proud of and the only thing that gave him any sort of praise or validation. He was clinging to it for dear life.

No matter the universe, this is a guy who craves attention.

There is difference between academic success and school life itself, because Ed is awkward n dorky n, especially at this point in time, anxious n quiet. So he didn’t have friends. In fact it’s usually written as either him having been bullied or being ignored entirely

The boy was not doing ok at all. So understandably he ran away as soon as possible and changed his name.

Now, this is the first point where Gotham’s canon ties into this in a Very interesting way

We know Ed’s official birth year from the ID card in the show. It’s canon. In season one he is 26. We know this. And it’s is insane for a few reasons!!

He is So Much Younger than his coworkers holy shit

Bullock is old enough to be his dad and he’s not nice, no wonder Ed doesn’t like him

He works in forensics. At 26. And he’s implied to have been working there a year or two before Jim joined the precinct.

Now, I had GENUINELY assumed that he was in his 30s like Jim. BECAUSE HE WORKS IN FORENSICS. But no he’s just actually a botched Spencer Reid because he’s 26 in season one.

A degree in forensic science takes 4 years.

If you want a masters it’s an extra 2 years.

Factoring in the time he would’ve needed to spend interning and working just to QUALIFY for a job at the GCPD???

If we assume he ran away n got into college at age 17 and got his bachelor's he’d be 21 by the time he graduated, 23 if he got his masters which of course he would, and then that leaves us only 3 or 1 year/s for internships and stuff before he joins the GCPD. What. What.

No wonder his apartment is so shitty!!! This is a man with hella student loans

But yeah! Hes only 26 and his 40 year old coworkers are bulling him for being weird. I’d hate my job too.

Bullock is 48 and I’m fully convinced he, like me, thinks Ed is at least 32 (Jim’s age) because. What.

So yeah that’s his general backstory, NOW the ways that plays into his mental state and how his actor managed to fit it into the show

So, you can reasonably assume he’s traumatized.

And!? There are so many subtle moments in the show where Cory acts his character accordingly for this. He flinches when people raise their voice, he’s visibly spooked when men in the GCPD get huffy (usually it’s Mr James Anger Issues Gordon). He’s skittish as a mouse. In the watermelon scene, when Gordon busts into the room, Ed immediately falls over himself to explain what he’s doing in there. The guy was terrified. Of James. Who’s never done a thing to him.

Beyond that? CPTSD -beyond the regular symptoms of flashbacks, triggers, and hyper awareness- also includes difficulty regulating emotions, feelings of shame/guilt, and trouble staying in relationships.

Ed Nygma is a damn textbook case. He has meltdowns, he falls into substances, he does ANYTHING but cope when he’s overwhelmed. He is constantly trying to prove he’s smart, there’s a gut deep shame when he doesn’t hold up to genius standards. And you’ve seen his relationships.

Basic info ab OCD: it’s an anxiety disorder and the two main things are obsessive compulsions and intrusive thoughts, both of which are present in Gotham but not handled nearly as well as they are in the comics

Compulsions first!

These tend to stem from subconscious thoughts and people won’t always know Why they have a compulsion but they’re generally a way of preventing a vague yet all consuming Bad Thing.

Now, with Ed one of his major sticking points in comics AND the show is he cannot tell blatant lies, especially not with yes/no answers.

This is part of why he compulsively leaves clues for absolutely everything and tries to be so vague when he is lying. He also jumps through hoops so that he won’t need to lie.

Lying = incredible all consuming dread and anxiety, so he just Doesn’t and uses his little hints and clues as a loophole. Very obviously from his father’s influence.

In the show this is shown multiple times but just for a few:

Lucious asking if Jim is at Ed’s house and when Ed tries to say no he seems almost forced to correct himself

The compulsive clue in “Tom’s” note, even when no one had asked him if he knew anything he still couldn’t keep it entirely to himself. The note is a loophole. Technically he told on himself. They just didn’t figure it out. (Well. Kristen kinda did but denying it aka lying sent him into an anxiety attack the moment she left. So.)

When Sofia Falcone was torturing him to find out where Oswald was, he told her. He just told her via a riddler he knew she didn’t understand! No need to lie!

In the car ride to the docks Oswald also calls him out directly by saying he’s so predictable because he’s driven by obsessive compulsion. This is the most the show acknowledges it.

Beyond his compulsions he’s got explicit intrusive thoughts regarding a few big things. (Should be noted that these tend to drive compulsions but not always.)

being viewed as stupid

Ergo his criminal history just being a big show to prove how smart he is. Again, his fathers influence.

being actually stupid

Not knowing things stresses him out So Bad and he takes it So Personally. He NEEDS to know everything. The world is a puzzle and he is Going to solve it.

Side note: That’s why I do LOVE that Gotham made him a forensics specialist!! He’s always had, to quote a DC podcast where he’s talking to Batgirl “-and you have that terrible all consuming pathology which comples you to find answers” “AnD i HaVe tHaT tErRiBlE aLL cOnsUmiNG PaThOLoGy wHiCh coMpELs mE tO FiNd AnSwErS- Yes.”

Biggest for last: being like his dad

This one is specifically fun because it was almost represented so well. ALMOST. His entire relationship with Kristen was downright molded by it, as shown in the file room anxiety attack. Yes that’s what I’m going to call it.

He is constantly fretting over being like Tom, even when he clearly isn’t because he is disgusted by Tom. No mysoginist is going to see someone with the same thoughts as gross. No guy who thinks women should be “put in their place” is going to have such a physical reaction to hearing that be said. No abusive pos is going to have that reaction at all. At least, not in the way that situation went down or in the way Ed’s afraid of being. We aren’t discussing emotional harm or Nygmobblepot today. But he frets anyway. And if we chose to interpret his riddler hallucination as a Really poor way of representing intrusive thoughts? Yeah. Yeah. His brain is making him panic about doing exactly what he hates so much.

*it should be noted that compulsions are often reinforced by intrusive thoughts. specific example: if he lies he will be saying something wrong, he can not be wrong, everyone is going to think he’s an idiot if he’s wrong. You can see how the two things connect. This applies to the majority of compilations in some way.

Now, a moment where I deviate from discussing what Did happened because I’ll forever mourn this particular writing fuck up:

His thing with Kristen could’ve been perfect. It could’ve been the best live action riddler origin to date. Because this is a guy with OCD who’s very traumatized and would have a strong personal reaction to finding out a friend is facing domestic abuse. That would make his relationships complicated too because of the thought loop it would create off the risk of “turning out to be the type of person he hates” or “what if I hurt her like I was hurt.” That would have been so compelling? AND? AND YKNOW WHAT? MY BIGGEST GRIPE? HIS FIRST PUSH INTO VIOLENT CRIME BEING STABBING AN ABUSER WOULD BE PERFECT. It would be on point. Exceptional foray into crime and murder. BUT THEY DIDNT PLAY IT LIKE THAT. No instead it’s highly tainted by “who gets the girl” and I just. N o. Ugh. They fumbled it!! They fumbled it So Hard. THEY MAKE HIM CREEPY AS FUCK TOWARDS KRISTEN. Like- physically blocking her into small spaces and imposing on her and talking over her when, if they HAD actually leaned into the OCD on purpose, he would probably be hyper aware of not doing.

[lostiolite]

Saw you liked dangerous fellows and are accepting requests, I was wondering if you could write headcannons for all the characters? Maybe include how they act the first time you meet in comparison to how they are after getting close with them. What they're like with physical affection, holding hands, kissing cuddling etc. Whatever you can think of about a headcannon basically. You don't have to but I'd also love if you could include other characters like Judy, Sue, Jae and Scarlett! (If you think she's redeemable 💀) Thank you so much! <3

so i didnt due jay or hailely but anyways yeah! sorry for taking FOREVR

and its not proof read because i am not proof reading 3.0k words on a laggy laptop

LAWRENCE  

He's interesting, a knight in shinnng armor with some… things going on. I don't think he’d change much over the course of your relationship. He is down for anything because it's you. 

He's kind, calm, and very attentive. He notices things about you that you don't even realize. He always seems to pop in at the most convenient moments. This has to do with the fact that he's extremely over protective and territorial of you. He doesn’t let  it show early on though. 

After you get close and kind of stuck with him is when he shows his much more overbearing side. Hes like a sick guard dog that scares anyone away. Anyone who steals your attention, female or male, platonic. especially romantic he doesn’t like. He gets jealous, like crazy jealous. Hes insane, he holds your worth over his own family (cannon), but that doesn’t mean he isnt above hurting you. Thank god it wont ever come to that though. Both in cannon, because its too dangerous and the lack of profesionall medical tools could mean the msallest injury could be fatal. And in a no zombie au because, well the law. Korea is the land of cctv afterall, his ass would get caught. 

Overall, hes very helpful. Hes always down to listen to you. To him, your voice and love is a cure to even his darkest thoughts. Hes very genuine in his love with you too. He wont hesitate to compliment you or give you a little kiss here or there or everywhere. He loves holding hands, kissing and cuddling. He wants to be with you, be you and be your savior. He loves you genuinely with all his heart. He could be stuck an eternity with you and you alone and he would be happy for said eternity. To him, you made all the wrong in life right, and the once dull colors vibrant. He actually enjoys waking up now. He’s a very complex man. I dont think he cares about pda, or public appearances much when you’re inloved. He couldn’t give less of a fuck what everyone else thinks, (he does actually).  I dont think he has much self worth. Its hard to explain. Hes smart, pretty and (probrably) athletic, or physically capible. He knows he the guy girls and even guys swoon over, but he doesn’t really have a personality. His only sense of self worth comes from his academics and what others think of him. Hes begun to find life dull, even so he doesn’t know what else to do. Everyone is snakes so when he meets someone (you) whos genuine he latches on with every bit of his being. You gave him the ability to find his self worth as a human and outside of academics, which also means you hold alot of power against him, even if you dont know yourself. I think he really just needs to learn that you love him for him no matter what. Then his extreme tendencies will lessen abit. As for love language i think he exceeds in all of them, though he may lack in quality time for his busy schedule. Study with him, he would really enjoy it. Even if you aren’t talking, just cuddling or embracing as you do your studies is something really intimate that makes every part of him warm. He could genuielnty get lost in thought looking at you. Will do your hair, doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got. He will research and learn how to take care of it. Again, to him intimate moments like freshly showering and in pj’s is something that makes him so happy he could die. He’s also fine with matching outfits. But I think he likes matching stationary and studying tools more. It makes him smile. Back on the topic of studying, he LOVEs when you ask him questions, it could be a simple “9x9 is 81 RIGHT???” and he’ll smile as he nods. I think once he learns some genuelen self love and respect, he will be awesome. Tbh, i dont think he’d raise his voice in arguments, I think he’d be somewhat condescending. “Oh dont you get it?” “this is for the better”. Lowkey i feel like he’d deflate imeediatley after out of fear that you’d leave. When you move in together i think the highlight of his day will be waking up next to you. Wakes up an extra hour early jsut to cuddle you.

As for children, i could see 2 paths. Genuine love after he learns self respect. Or the Aishi route where he only loves them for being the actual embondiment of the love between you and him. But i like the first idea more so- he does everything his parents couldn't. Tries his best to promote their studies while also giving them love. 

EUGENE

Standoffish, and tsundere. Hes very cautious of people. He has firm boundaries of who he considers friend or foe. That being said he becomes much more attentive and protective (different than Lawrence) to you. He wont let anyone defame you and acts like a worried mother, telling you to dress up for the cold and chastises you for forgetting sick. Kind of like a worried mother. Hes very blunt and sometimes comes off as rude but he genuinely doesn't mean to. 

As for physical affection i feel like hes playfully aggressive. Big fan of hand holding in public. I think he likes to hold your head close to him. Hes a big fan of arcade dates, especially the rhythm game ones. He loves playing crane games even if they are rugged. Will do the cliche thing of winning a gift for you at a carnival / fair but its the cutest thing ever. Forehead kisser 100%. Composes music for you, its a huge way of showing his love for you. Makes playlists and burns cd’s for you and to listen to together. Would love it of you were to return the act. If you play an instrument or sing he would 100% wanna duet. Omg imagine starting a band with him. You don't even have to make the music, you could literally be the artist or music video maker. WOuldn't that be so cute (i cant help but think of niigo) 

Much more understanding of fandom culture and things of the like, so yapping about your fav artists or even characters would be nice because he actually understands most of the internet lingo. Likes all your social media posts and makes stupid silly comments. All your moots/oomfies know who he is because wherever you are, he is aswell.

When hes comforting you, he will usually bash the other party for being the cause of your sadness. He usually insults them and their viewpoints while rubbing your hair. Hes really stubborn, so please be patient with him. Hes trying to get better, because he doesnt want to hurt the person he loves.

ETHAN

Unioricnly, a nice bonding time would be sleeping lolololo. Hes extremely standoffish at the beginning, like usual. But once you get his socials, he becomes much more understandable since hes able to communicate better online through sms. Even though hes a rather dry texter, you slowly learn to understand him more. I dont think he would go out of his way to participate in cheesy coupley stuff. BUt, if you asked him to then he would. I dont think his personality toward you would change much and most people woudnt be able to tell that you are dating but thats honestly for the better because hes generally a more private person. However, just because its not visible doesnt mean that he doesnt love you. WIll put his life on the line for you in a heart beat. And considering his physical strength he will not hesitate to put someone in their place if they tried something on you. 

Despite his muscular figure, hes very cuddly and cozy. I feel like hes a crazy sleeper who sleeps in the wackiest positions. But, he always manages to wrap his arms around you. I feel like he would kiss you on the nose or lips.  Please help him study for all the classes hes slept thoruhg. In return he will do something like “this is for you ___” while hes playing baseball or something. Wether or not he misses it still enamores the people viewing because its so weirdw watching ethan, the usually cool and quiet one proclaim his love for you. On that note his teammates find his subtle change in behaboir cute. Like the way he starts constantly checking his phone during practice to see if he got a text from you. Or the small smile that tugs on his lips informing them that he got a text from you.

I just know he would be horrible at comforting you. Probably just stands there confused. He puts his hand on your shoulder then hugs you because thats all he can do. He will text you later, when his thoughts are much more composed. These messages are  heartfelt because you can tell he put effort into it.

ZION

He teases you with malice at first, like he does with everybody. But once he gets a soft spot the teasing become more endearing and he becomes much more protective of you. If you don't like the teasing he will (try) to stop. Only he can tease you and will get one anyone for teasing you (if it makes you uncomfortable). I dont think hes the biggest fan of PDA, more just things like hand holding and thats it. The nail in the coffin for your relationship is when he becomes vulnurbale and opens up about his past. Hes a big and small spoon tbh. As much as he portrays himself as rash, he is ultimately a big teddy bear. He definitely gives big bear hugs. Definetly just a straight up mouth kisser. Oh yeah he would square up with anyone who tries anything on you. Not to mention hes really rich so he would blacklist them from the neverland parks. Spoils you rotten, makes a while fiasco out of any achievement and throws a big fat fucking party, or if your not a party person just buys something really expensive and makes a big deal out of it. Takes you shopping for clothes and anything you like (like… figurines). I don't think he would be opposed to the idea of ordering custom plushies/figures of the two of you. As for his rich family, they obviously wouldn't be fond of him dating a commoner but he can always marry someone for political gain and just spend his time with his actual partner.

HARRY

Self-depricating and too kind for his good. Hes extremely nice to you as he is everyone at the start so you dont really feel special. Hes the type to be straightforward and as you out. Hes very old fashioned, or tries to be considering his lack of money. Im going to be honest i dont think hes in the best mental state. He would jump off the roof if you asked him too. He feels like a burden to his mother just for existing and will take along time to open up to you. Hes also very manipulatable, due to his lack of selfworth. Hes much more willing to indulge in pda. Afterall why woulnt he showcase his love for you? Doesnt have mch money so his dates usually consist of cheap convenience store runs or hanging out at his work. As self-loathing as he is, would probrabbly be the best partner. He will very much communicate his feelings. Hes very patient with you despite all your flaws. He loves you from the earth and back and would do anything to make you happy. Please get him a violin (im pretty sure he sold it in cannon to pay for bills?). Will play you dozens of love songs and your favoirtes. Shows up with flowers and chocolates on valentines because thats how he is. The very supportive golden retriever boyfriend who will cheer you on no matter what. Hes your best friend and number one fan.

JUDY

Happy trooper! Shes super jolly and just like Harry overly nice to everyone so its hard to tell how much you mean to her specifically. I think she would also be straight forward about confessing but much more nervous and blushing. She starts jumping with joy when you accept. Huge pda fan, will give the biggest fattest fucking smooch to you whereever whenever. Loves cuddling, doesnt care about big or small spoon. Just holding you close is enough for her. Super smily and her demeanor can lift you up in a ,matter of seconds. After getting into a relationship, not much changes other than the blatant kissing. sHe is more real with you and will voice her doubts about things that scare her. shes really good at keeping herself grounded and helping others. Posts you for national bf/gf day and says endearing cheesy things. I cant help but feel like shes silly with text but also unirronicly uses smily faces like an old grandma. 

SUE

Shes similar to lawrence, but like not batshit crazy. She also isnt as playful, espcially when you first meet her. Her treatment towards you will be either one, you dont really care about your studies and act stupid and she kind of just shoves you aside or you are her study buddy or someone she deems respectable. Shes also kind of like a nagging mother but not too a harsh degree. She always takes note of your state and brings you snacks/gifts because they reminded her of you even if she doesnt realize it. She kind of quiet and introverted but i dont really think she minds pda. She doesnt see why she should chare about what others think about her relationship afterall. Though, i dont think she goes out of her way to kiss you in public, she saves it for more intimate or important times. 

If i can recall correctly she was part of student council so trust she will be using that to her advantage if anyone tries to bother you. I think spending time with her is fun especially because she probably helps with school events so you two always have something fun to do. Afterall whats better than helping out at a fair and also getting to go on a date at the same time. Dating Sue has a ton of perks because (especailly if you were already a goodie-two shoes thats liked by teachers) teachers will be way more lenient of you. Practically letting you guys do things that the other kids cant do. Shes definitely big spoon and is surprising really cozy. I think fur coats would look nice on her so hugging her in the winter is definitely a plus. 

SCARLETT

Shes a hard one to get along with. Her abrasive attitude doesnt really change much and its really hard for you to tell when she starts to like you because again, her attitude doesnt change. Its smaller things like her worrying about you under the gaze of simply being curious. If your oblivious or just dont catch on to her, it will just eventually get to a point where she aporaches you, asks you out and demands an answer. Definitely a big pda person, and flaunts you around like “heh! Yea this is MY partner. Goes or drags you on shopping dates. Not only does she dress up but she dresses you up and she has a really great eye for fashion. Its very clear that shes the “bratty princess” characatchure.

Anyways i think she would have a fun time setting up a home date for the two of you, like doing your nails as you two listen to a tv drama channel or just gossip. Very iconic couple and gf 10/10. I think she would switch between big and little spoon, she doesnt have a solid preference, its more of a spur of the moment feeling for her. Kisses you with lipstick and takes photos.

[leslie057]

penbleed;

pairings: jonathan/nancy

rating: light teen (swearing + mild sex references)

word count: 2.4k (chapter 1)

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@jancyweeks day 1: history - her diary as a personal history + a bonus history test incident

𝒩𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 16, 1984

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𝑀𝓎 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌. Actually, how do you forget an exam? Actually. How did I forget? And it’s not even that I forgot, it’s that I never knew. I am still so mad but not as mad as I was. Genuinely have no clue why we were not given verbal reminders for that history test. That stupid little secret of a test, that fucking sub rosa fucking social experiment of a thing to see who looks at her minuscule writing under the date on the board every day! Just tell us. Need it. Out loud. This is crazy arrogant and borderline disgusting of me to say, but she doesn't have a better student than me and I deserved better. It was like a setup. Of course I was taking notes, of course I was listening, of course a lot of it was prior knowledge. It’s the history of America and I’m not an idiot. I just thought a test would be coming up after the break, not before.

I mean it’s all been worked out now, though. 

But it makes me upset, because where was my head? No, I know where it was, my head was here with me. I was simply using it for its escape function. Wild how my ears can be turned on, and my pen will be going and going and going in perfect time with the lesson, but mentally I’m reliving whatever I want to relive. Or don’t want to relive. I’ve been like this since last year. Stuck inside my skull and cannot climb out. Don’t wanna climb out because sometimes I need to be there, it’s nice in there. Sometimes not nice. I brought this up to Jonathan, he said yes he does understand. Shocker. The difference is he’s been in his head for the last sixteen years, and he doesn’t continually think all the awful things that I think. He’s good and decent and he’s sweet and he’s built a strange, adorable habitat up there for song lyrics and checklists and worries. He does so much in one day. I don’t love his work schedule. Working on Friday nights, God. Then at home he does, like, budgeting and reads their bills and shit? I wouldn’t have time to steep in hate for Mrs. Kincannon, either. (He doesn’t hate her. That’s me.) Not that he’s dealing with his trauma or whatever, our trauma, I don’t know, he isn’t. Still, because his many responsibilities burn up the majority of his mental energy, he doesn’t seem to follow the spirals I follow. At least not when the sun's out. He’s a dramatic pessimist, my dramatic pessimist, oh that was fun to write, but I would assume his internal voice has more of a filter mechanism than mine. Could be a self-preservation thing. 

Who knows. But, yeah, neurogymnastics. Neurogymnastics to get me through my day. Each week is a series of extreme highs and extreme lows, lows that I just administer my fantasies to until something new happens. It’s good in the moment. Later I realize that I’ve missed things, spaced out, fell short, and I get all guilty. I feel hypocritical. I’ve fought for my life, why am I not training myself to live it well again. I’m rushing through things because they’re hard. I want to be successful, and this is not the path to success. The pressure is off me and yet all over me. Maybe I shouldn’t care about school, knowing what I know about the flimsiness of this dimension’s edges. Sounds clinically insane. Not ever going to be sure what to do with the fact that I’ve seen a parallel plane, that I was really there. I wish I didn’t care about school. I do care less about it than I did freshman and sophomore year. My grades are forever important to me, but there’s currently a big disconnect between my habits and my academic goals. When I’m at school, I fantasize about it being over. When I’ve set aside time to work, I can’t get through it and I go to my boyfriend. Maybe I am a bad student. Right now. I am. Hard to care about history since I’ve got a lot I would rather focus on. So, right, there are a lot of coercive acts I could be learning about if my teacher calmed down and gave me free time to coerce him. Sorry. 

I cannot stop thinking about what I was able to 

How he knew about the test is beyond me. He’s missed more days, he’s had more distractions, he’s more susceptible to distractions, and to top everything off he’s on possession watch. You know, just making those frequent check-ins with Will. I don’t know what that would look like. I guess you just ask him how he’s feeling, try to gauge the honesty. I would never ever say this but it seems likely to me that Will is still being…communicated with. Accessed. Scary sounds in his ears or something. Sensations. It’s not like he’d say anything! He’s like this meek little mouse, he could actively be experiencing organ rupture and wouldn’t make a sound. This is terrible, but being at their house does scare me every now and then. In a ticking time bomb sort of way. Is their family not kind of cursed? Then I get kissed and forget where I am anyway, so nothing matters. No complaints overall, it is a very nice place for a slumber party. 

My reaction last night was the most embarrassing. How I went from zero to a hundred that fast, how we went from squeaky bed springs and my proposed hickey competition (hate that this is in writing now, but context needed—also I was in a competitive mood yesterday) (he was not) to me whining and crying and essentially hyperventilating because I didn’t understand why he would mention a test when we didn’t have a test. I hate my emotions being played with and all of that bullshit. For some reason I’ve always been on the receiving end of that haven’t I? With boys in our class. Middle school, junior high, that kind of timeframe. At one point I could have convinced myself I was being flirted with. It’s a no, because “all statements.” All pines are conifers, but not all conifers are pines. So all interested boys will tease, but not all the boys that tease are interested. They really were just that eager to let me know my body wasn’t up to par for our age bracket. Pal, are we not eleven and twelve. I cannot be Catwoman for you.

I’m told I’m pretty now, so I’ll count it as a win. 

Anyway, Jonathan was not playing with my emotions, and we did have a test. We did. When my panic set in, it was bad. The pressure was building up in my chest, I thought I was in danger of dry drowning. My GPA is literally the only thing I ever feel in control of. In my arms were two options, have an absolutely miserable fucking Thursday night or risk baby’s first F on her transcript. But then he just looked at me, calm as ever, and said, “Why can’t you ask for an extension? I want you to ask her for an extension, okay?” Which I should have come up with on my own. I don’t know why, but hearing him say that was like. Insane. Made everything feel lighter, light as a feather. He doesn’t do this for himself, but for me—he zooms out, he figures out a way to make things less daunting. He can be so positive when it's a problem of mine on the table instead of his, and I'm like who are you, I love you. I usually have no problem cheating systems, swinging things in a way that's better for me, but requesting an extension? My pride lies in academics, I'm aware of that, I don’t often ask for help there. Want to accomplish things without accommodations being made for me. Meanwhile, school stuff is some of the only stuff Jonathan is willing to seek out help with. He has to. He can't afford to not get help. Not like he can spend an entire evening on one little section of an assignment when he needs to be clocked in at work for five hours. In conclusion, he talks to our instructors more than our peers. I have to respect a teacher's pet.

So, I took his advice. However tricky extensions may be. Kincannon is also tricky. Her iron will and everything. You’re not gonna get one if you always ask. You’re not gonna get one if you haven’t already established yourself as a trustworthy kid. You’re not gonna get one for being an athlete. I wasn’t convinced of the plan at first since she dress coded my mid-thigh skirt last week and had to tell me, on a few occasions, to stop chatting with/distracting my boyfriend. Him being in the picture was so in my favor, though, because he seriously might be her favorite. Personally I wanna say it’s gross; it makes her feel good about herself to cosset sensitive, troubled teens that she wouldn’t give a shit about otherwise. Like, you’re not his mommy, but I’m way off topic. 

We got up incredibly early this morning. We made her a tiny consolation coffee with cream and cinnamon, pulled up at 6:25 I want to say it was? And the conversation was ace. He had messed up my hair a little to hint at a sleepless night, coached me on how to look pitiful when we were in the car. I really hope I didn’t mishear him mumble something about puppy eyes. He was very tired. I stayed as honest as possible, that’s what he wanted from me. I told her I was having a rough time, that grief keeps getting in my way of things. I talked to her about my selective hearing issue. I said I’m an oral learner, I needed verbal reminders, and I said school means so much to me. Hesitantly I pointed out that Jonathan and I are still getting used to our new relationship, and maybe if our assigned seats were adjacent I wouldn't have to get up to talk to him. She was slightly passive-aggressive, but she was understanding. Then I found out I would be testing Monday. New test, just for me. There was something so ridiculous and fun about sitting in class this morning, reading while everyone else suffered. After, I couldn’t stop apologizing to Jonathan for freaking out. He said I didn’t freak out, I reacted, and he suggested I go easier on myself. That distinction felt huge, really huge. 

Right now, I'm desperate to preserve that feeling of lightness, but I’m mad at myself and furious in general. In hindsight I should have savored being comforted a little more, but I was busy having half a meltdown. I’m sure I’ll get to hear one of those soft pep talks the next time something doesn’t go my way. I have so much studying to do, especially since my Special Nancy Test is all writing. I’ve got it, though. I’m fine. Angry but also happy and fine. This will never happen again. I won’t let it happen again.

—

“Uh oh,” Jonathan suddenly murmurs to himself on her bed. 

She swivels at her small desk, not fully ready to turn her attention away from her entry. “Hmm?”

“Sorry, no, you can keep writing.” 

“But why uh oh?”

There's his gentle huff, his eyes flicking upward in annoyance. He holds a necklace she'd tasked him with untangling using tweezers. Its old, delicate chain was in no less than six billion knots. Somehow he’s the only one in the world who has the patience for this. She sure as hell doesn't have the patience for it. "I'm scared I'm about to break it." 

“Break it? Please don’t Jonathan,” she begs on impulse.

“It’s just really far gone. I’m trying.”

And he is. He’s been sitting quietly for as long as she’s been writing. So—long time. She sort of forgot about him over there. “Sorry, I know, I know you are," she says.

He’s silent. 

“You’ve been cleaning up a lot of my messes lately, huh?”

She flips over her journal, nudges it away from the table’s edge, and approaches him. From her desk she couldn’t see the glow of afternoon sunlight streaming onto her quilt. Very pretty. Her personal jewelry surgeon sits there in the middle, equally pretty, possibly feeling neglected. He’s gone the full nine yards here. Pushed up his sweater sleeves, swiped her reading glasses, set out a few safety pins and needles as his supplementary tools. He looks sleepy, the brown of his eyes lighter in the path of the sun. 

Her arms are behind her back until they’re not, and she crawls on top of him. He absently places the necklace on her flattest throw pillow. 

“I said you’re fixing a lot of my messes.”

“I mean…not really.” He’s blushing already, hands awkwardly grasping for purchase at her hips so that he won't get pressed back too hard into the poles of her bed frame's headboard. “If I am, I don’t mind.”

Her lips cushion against this little spot on his jaw that’s so sensitive it kills him, sucking carefully. The action might have the same effect on her that it does him; her heart jumps, swings wide, threatens to capsize in the wet of her chest. It’s that familiar adrenaline response, the uncontrollable energy spike she always gets alongside the realization of oh, we’re touching! She sighs into his skin, and he shudders, a pathetic sound of bliss escaping his throat.

“Okay, well don't start drooling,” she quips. Kisses his pulse point, spittily.

He mumbles something unintelligible, so she keeps on keeping on, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to make the most of the time they have and get some good play in while she can. She’ll have to kick him out soon. She’ll have to study in complete isolation. She dips back, and he follows, she leans forward, and he pulls her closer. “Said I need an extension,” he manages, repeating what she didn’t catch.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna do all this, I need an extension on my necklace project.”

Well, that is definitely going in the diary. 

[inanisomnia]

chishiya shuntaro headcanons. [chishiya x fem!reader]

idk if i'm late to post anything related to chishiya but nevertheless i'm still going to post this bc i wanna write something abt him because i need more content abt him sgakhs this man is taking over my life /sobs

anyway, here are some hcs !! i've been ia here on tumblr so pls bear with me ^^ if u enjoyed reading this kindly reblog it (?) if that's okay with u, it means a lot ilysm <;33

reqs are open <;33

oh and also this is my first time writing an hc tot

++ this might be connected to the drabble i plan to write/post

genre : fluff ?? gurl idek anymore

warning/s: none ?? not proofread kind of ungrammatical??-3#! sorry for that tot

chishiya meeting you (?)

chishiya shuntaro believes himself to be an apathetic human being - void shell of a human being. he does things and that's about it - until one night, at the beach, he saw you.

under the faint gleam of the celestial stars and crescent moon, amidst the crowds of people dancing their remaining lives away, dizzying lights that lit the dancefloor, there you are.

wearing a black puff sleeve bikini top paired with high waisted midnight-colored laced shorts - your hair gracefully danced along your swift movements as you danced and laughed with your new found friends in the borderland.

you caught his attention.

this doesn't really happen to him, but something about you was so enticing he can't even seem to look at anything else - until kuina taps his shoulder to talk about something.

after that night, he can't seem to shake you out of his head and best believe me that he's the most in denial person you'll ever know.

he'll convince himself with the silliest reasons like he might have just been hungry, or dizzy from the games, or maybe, sleepy. anything but acknowledge that he admires you.

you see, he might be an intelligent individual, academically and street smart, but there are times that he can't think straight when it comes to you.

most nights he subconsciously looks for you on the ocean of the crowds arriving after the games. he's aware that you're cunning, and physically strong to protect yourself, but there's this gnawing feeling whenever he can't spot you among the hundreds of people at the gate.

he'll never make the first move. never. unless of course you talk to him first which you did, one time because how could you ever ignore this pretty man and introduced yourself.

he can feel his heart hammer into his chest as you walk towards him but he'll never show it.

you offered your hands for him to shake as you ask for his name (of course you already know it, since he is one of the known executives at the beach. but you still shoot your shot.)

he's not the type to shake your hand if you introduce yourself, but he acknowledges your presence in his own way.

conflicted with the feelings he's experiencing but he doesn't like to overthink things so he just goes along with it.

until he can't. until he wants all of you – until he wants to know everything about you, to protect you.

as your boyfriend:

i really feel like he's not really into pda. he would want to keep your relationship in secret. there may have been lots of people in the borderlands who despise him and he's actually afraid that they will use you to get back at him.

he doesn't want that. he doesn't want you to get hurt at all. after settling his feelings that he does love you, genuinely, he swore to himself that he'll protect you.

(i've read this here before and i'll put it here but y'all are so right dgahshs) his love language is quality time. and physical touch.

at midnights, he'll sneak into your room and literally just play board games or just talk about everything.

he doesn't let others touch his hair nor his face but if its you, hell, that's more than fine.

he loves your warm touch, your tenderness as you braid or play with his hair, rambling about things you love and hate.

he's a great listener. he'll stare at you with full adoration in his eyes and slight smile.

he's fucking grateful for your existence. you're his solace in this hell you're both caught up wjth.

gurl he loves cuddles especially after a tough game, he craves your skin, your smile, your laugh, everything.

the first time you both kissed was you doing it impulsively because you got so happy on what he gave you (its up to your imagination to what it is gsajgd) and you're both caught off guard.

there was an awkward silence and a plethora of apologies, but he just smiled and cupped your face and kissed you tenderly.

everything seemed to melt away. it felt as if the borderland turned into a hazy cloud 9.

when you can't sleep, he'll play with your hair, both bodies entangled under the sheets, a wholesome intimacy between souls trying to survive this hell.

he's the type to kiss your scars and lull you to sleep.

sgakuss basically chishiya being head over heels in love with every bits of you - your flaws, your moles, your dimples, every little detail about you, he's here for it.

he doesn't realize it yet, but you did change the way he perceives himself.

[kyienyy]

hihi! I don’t know if you are taking requests still :,< but if you are I have something for you!

could you possibly do an academic enemies to lovers troupe with bangchan and male reader? :0

first place in my heart.

bangchan x male reader wordcount: 762 genre: academic enemies to lovers troupe, non idol au

'its just another day', you thought to yourself.

you walk down the hallway, rushing to your next class. when you get there, the whole class is filled, but the teacher isn't in sight yet. you sigh in relief and sit down, but you notice a certain curly haired boy looking at you.

of course, your biggest fan, bang chan, is staring you down. you've known each other since elementary school, and you two were always the duo competing for the highest grades in the class. you stare back at him, and he looks away with a small blush on his face.

the professor walks in and starts their discussion. the professor decided to group your class into groups of two, and with no surprise, you were grouped with chan.

your class arranges your chairs so that you're directly looking at each other, and you both sit down. you're writing down notes to share with him when you notice chan taking small glances at you every time he looks down at his notebook to take notes, but you scoff it off and continue writing.

you find yourself taking small looks at him too, though. you admire his sharp jawline and his beautiful nose. you realize what you're doing, and you snap out of it and continue to write. 'why am i feeling this way?' you think to yourself.

you give him your notes, and he reads them quietly. he nods his head, and he smiles at you. you blush slightly, but you cover your face with your hands and look down.

the class ends, and lunch break starts. you walk to the crowded cafeteria and you buy some food at the counter. you finally sit down and start eating your food, when suddenly, chan sits down on the seat in front of you.

"yes?" you ask. "what do you mean 'yes?' i wanna talk to you about the project." he half teases. you stay silent and just continue to eat. "actually, let's just talk later, okay?" you nod, and he starts eating his food.

you can't help yourself from staring at him while you eat. his curly hair and his monoloid eyes shine when the sunlight hits it, and he catches you staring at him. "is there something on my face?" he asks with a genuine tone. "uh- no... i wasn't looking at you. i was looking at the person behind you, " you lie.

he takes a peek behind himself and looks back at you. "theres no one behind me. just tell me you find me handsome, i won't bite." he teases. chan winks at you, and he finishes his food. he stands up and walks away.

'what the hell? why does he make me feel all these emotions?'

all your classes finally end, and you walk out of the building. you're about to call your parent to tell them that you're going to you might meet up with one or your classmates for a project when someone taps either side of your shoulder.

you turn around and chan is standing in front of you. he grabs you and pulls you outside to the side of the school. "i know this isn't related to our project, but... don't get mad at me when i say this." he holds your hands in front of you.

"this is really random, and i just felt this need to tell you. it's so weird." he frowns and looks at his feet. "just tell me, chan." "i like you."

"what?" "i like you." your eyes widen. "i've liked you for years now. i'd never be mad whenever you scored higher than me. i'd be proud, actually. is that weird?"

your face blushes, and you start fidgeting with your hands. you look down at your feet and answer quietly, "give me a second- i-" you stutter.

he looks at you with a concerned face. "i think- wow... i like you too."

he smiles brightly, and he hugs you. you return his hug, and you can't stop yourself from blushing and smiling. he pulls away and cups his hands over your cheeks. "can i kiss you?" he asks politely.

you nod your head and and he leans into you. he kisses you softly, and it makes your legs weak. this kiss wasn't like any other. this kiss is so selcouth.

he pulls away, and he gives you his signature "no-eyes" smile. you chuckle and caress his cheek. "now, let's go do our project, yeah?"

"yes, sure. your house or mine?" "my house, i know my parents would love to meet you" he smiles. "wait, let me tell my parents." you add.

major writing block rn,, i am so sorrryyyy D:

requested

[galaxysupreme17]

AU - Looking Out for Her

Y/n = Your Name

Rio Vidal x daughter!reader!

Agatha x Rio

It had been 4 months since Rio and Agatha started dating, and Y/n was adjusting to the new dynamic. While she wasn't ready to call Agatha her step-anything, she didn't mind how happy her mom seemed. Agatha was known for showing up with little things, Y/n's favorite snacks, or finding ways to crack a joke at the right moment to lighten the mood. But it wasn't just that. Agatha had also begun to show a genuine interest in Y/n's life, which felt foreign but welcome.

Today, however, wasn't one of those lighthearted days.

Y/n stared at the blank page on her laptop screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. Her English assignment was due in two days, and she hadn't started. Worse, her English teacher was none other than Agatha Harkness herself.

As much as she hated the idea, Y/n knew she needed help. She sighed, frustrated, rolled her chair back from her desk, and ran a hand through her hair. "This is stupid," she muttered. The assignment was on Pride and Prejudice, and she couldn't seem to get her thoughts in order. Sure, she liked reading, but this-analyzing the themes, the character arcs-wasn't exactly her idea of fun.

With a heavy heart and a sense of reluctance, she grabbed her bag and went to Agatha's classroom after the final bell.

Sitting behind her desk and grading papers, Agatha looked up in surprise when she saw Y/n standing hesitantly in the doorway. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite student," she teased lightly, her smile softening when she noticed the frustration on Y/n's face. "What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Y/n sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "I need help with the assignment. The one about the themes in Pride and Prejudice."

Agatha raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "You? Asking for help? Did hell freeze over?"

"Ha-ha," Y/n replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes with a small smile forming on her lips. "Yeah, I know, shocking. But can you help me or not?"

Agatha raised her hands in mock surrender, laughing as she stood. "Of course, I can help you. Just... I didn't expect you to come to me for it, is all."

Y/n dropped her bag onto a nearby desk and sat, folding her arms across her chest. "You're the English teacher, so who else should I ask?"

Agatha grinned. "Fair point. Let's get to it then."

For the next hour, Agatha worked with Y/n on the assignment, breaking it down in a way that felt more accessible than the formal academic explanations Y/n had been struggling with. They discussed the themes of pride, prejudice, and personal growth. Agatha pointed out that Darcy and Elizabeth's relationship was more complex than Y/n had initially realized.

By the time they were done, Y/n felt much more confident. Agatha had a way of explaining things that made them seem less daunting, and Y/n found herself actually getting excited to write the essay.

"Thanks," Y/n said, stuffing her things into her bag. "I didn't think I'd be able to finish this, but now I feel like I actually understand it."

Agatha gave a satisfied nod. "Anytime. I know you've got it in you. You're a lot sharper than you give yourself credit for."

Y/n smiled, grateful but too shy to admit it. "I guess. But I'll take the help anyway."

As she left the room, Y/n realized something. She didn't just see Agatha as her English teacher anymore. She wasn't just the woman dating her mom. There was a new, growing respect there. Maybe-just maybe-Agatha could be someone she could rely on.

A couple of weeks later, Agatha noticed that Y/n seemed to be under more stress than usual. At first, it was just little things: Y/n's normally upbeat attitude was tempered with a sense of exhaustion, and she didn't seem as quick-witted in class. It wasn't like Y/n to look so drained.

One day during lunch, Agatha spotted Y/n sitting alone in the courtyard, her lunch untouched in front of her. A few other students were talking and laughing in groups, but Y/n sat alone, staring at the table with an unreadable expression.

Not wanting to push too hard, Agatha made her way over slowly, taking a seat across from Y/n without asking for permission.

"Hey, hun, do you mind if I join you?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

Y/n didn't look up right away, but after a moment, she shrugged. "I guess."

Agatha studied her for a moment, noting the tiredness in her eyes. "You've been quiet lately. Everything okay?"

Y/n looked up, meeting her gaze. "Just... a lot going on. School, college stuff... my mom's stuff."

Agatha raised an eyebrow, unsure whether Y/n was referring to her relationship with Rio or something else. "Sounds like a lot to carry. High school can feel like it's crushing you sometimes, you know? But you don't have to do it alone."

Y/n shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know. It's like... no matter how much I try, it's never enough. Like I'm always behind. I'm trying to keep up with everyone, but it feels impossible."

Agatha's expression softened. She understood that feeling all too well. "It can feel that way, yeah. But you know what? It's okay to lean on people when things get tough. You've got your mom, your friends... and me. You don't have to do it all by yourself."

Y/n met her gaze, and for the first time in a long while, she didn't look so defensive. "Thanks, Agatha. I guess it helps to know that someone's watching out for me."

Agatha smiled, trying to keep the conversation light. "I've got your back. Don't forget that."

Y/n nodded, her posture a little less tense. "I won't. Thanks again."

That evening, as Agatha and Rio were having dinner together at home, Agatha mentioned the conversation she'd had with Y/n.

"I talked to Y/n at lunch today," Agatha said, gently stirring her pasta. "She seems to be holding it together, but she's definitely under a lot of pressure. I think she's feeling like she's falling behind."

Rio's expression immediately softened with concern. "Is she okay? I've noticed she's been a little more... distracted lately."

"She's got a lot going on, but I think she'll be okay," Agatha reassured her. "She's tough. But I'll keep an eye on her, especially at school. She's got a lot of potential, Rio. I think she needs someone to help her realize that."

Rio leaned over and kissed Agatha's cheek. "Thank you. I'm really glad she has you to look out for her."

Agatha smiled, her heart warmed by the words. "I care about her, Rio. A lot. I want to be there for both of you."

Rio's eyes softened. "We're lucky to have you, you know that?"

Agatha smiled and moved closer, pressing her lips to Rio's while Rio's hands cradled Agatha's face.

[strawbearrrry]

Uhhh I'm writing a fanfic on quitev, it kinda sucks rn because I literally had no idea how to start it but it'll get better later, it's a Karma x Reader x Gakushu

There's more of it but I just put down the first bit

Here's the first bit of it

Y/N L/N is the smartest girl in her school

The smartest girl in Asagao high

Y/N L/N is also the loneliest girl in her school

The loneliest girl in Asagao high

She doesn't have any friends, doesn't talk to anyone and spends almost all of her time in a small cramped room in the back of the school. They don't mind because it hasn't been used in years.. It hasn't been touched for good reason, but you're a sweet girl and she would've wanted that so they don't mind at all! 

That really isn't what she would've wanted

But they don't know that

Sometimes though, she likes to spend time in the music room playing the violin. Or outside doing archery, she seems to be very talented. 

But currently she's in class, staring at the rain as it hits the glass of the window. She's not paying attention because she doesn't need too, till she hears her name.. 

"Y/N L/N?"

You flinch and look at the teacher

"You're needed in the principals office"

You get up and grab your stuff, this is normal being a top student. You would know, she told you all about it. 

You knock on the door, expecting to not get an answer but and Suzumi Satoo opens it for you. She was your first year teacher and now she works as a counselor. She has always looked out for you, not just because you're the top student, but because she genuinely cares. She greets you with a warm smile and gestures you inside. 

It's cold and very dark inside, the only light that's on is a small lamp on the desk. It smells like old books and 

"Y/N?" The principal turns his chair around as you sit down in the chair across from him. "You do know what's happening next week don't you?"

You wince remembering

Right, the games.. 

Every two years Asagao and their rival school Kunugigaoka have a 'friendly' competition, students go head to head competing in everything. Regular academics, sports, home ec.. Anything

The competition is anything from friendly though the two schools hate each other

Right now the two schools are tied in wins, you've only remembered because she won for Asagao

"The games right?" You speak quietly but it sounds so loud in the almost empty room

"Yes, I want you to compete this year" his intimidating voice spoke, his face was covered with a folder that he was looking through. "Y/N you are our top student, the best of our whole school. Having you there will guarantee our win"

You knew this was coming, but you still weren't prepared. Of course he would ask you, you're a child prodigy, too student! But you really don't want to do this, however your parents you really don't have a choice. 

It sounds like torture, competition isn't really your thing. You don't like getting on people's bad sides and competing against them is the easiest way to do it. 

Noticing your hesitation, your principle spoke up. "I know competing isn't your thing, but think about her. She would've wanted this, right?"

Wow that's terrible, why would he use her like that? You're trying to forget about her.. 

Let's face it that will never happen

"Okay.." You mumble quietly it could take your mind off of her, and maybe this is what she wants

Besides they put this on records for university, winning could be great for you

"Good, I expect great things from you Y/N" 

And with that you got up to leave, before hearing his voice

"And one more thing"

You turn around and look at him

"There are two students in your grade that go there, both have perfect grades and athletic records. I'll have files sent to the back room for you to look through" 

That's right, he's never played fair. You remember her telling you all about it

"What are you doing?" A twelve year old you walks into ____s room

she turns around in her chair with that warms smile she always gave you plastered on her face, but despite her warm smile she still scolds you "Y/N you should be resting!"

You frown "but I'm so bored!" You whine "can I just stay with you? I pinkie promise I won't get you sick!"

she sighs "Okay.. But I'm doing boring stuff too, your still gonna be bored"

you smile "I'm never bored when I'm with you!" You sit next to her, looking at the screen of her laptop "now can you tell me what you're doing"

she giggles and pinches your cheek "okay nosey rosey, I'm just looking up some stuff for the games next week" she looks writes some stuff down in her purple notebook. 

on her screen was records of this building.. "What's a Kunugigaoka?"

She laughs "it's a school silly! Im just looking up information so we can win" she continues her typing

you jaw drops as you gasp dramatically "Cheater!" You then start coughing

"Y/N!" She gets you some water and scolds you again "this is why you need to rest!"

you take a sip of your water and stop coughing "sorry ____" you pout

"it's fine but you should rest now" she takes your hand and starts walking to your bedroom

"but why are you cheating?" You frown looking up at her

"I'm not cheating!" You feel her hand rubbing the top of your head "I promise I'm not, I'm just getting information so I know what to work on"

"so you promise you won't cheat?"

"promise!"

You never did find out if she cheated or not, but you hope for the best.

[fitzrove]

hello duchess of fitzrovia,, I see on your Mate interview translation video that you learned german for 3 years before being able to translate the video. may I ask how you learned? do you have any tips? thanks and stay well!!

Hii, thanks for asking! :D

This got long, so TL;DR:

1) Immerse yourself by putting yourself into situations where you truly have to speak/try to understand German to get through it. (Can be "I desperately want to understand this information I found online, but I won't unless I decipher and translate it".)

2) For listening and reading: Seek out a topic area you're genuinely interested in and learn about that in German. (I've never found Duolingo or other apps like that super helpful or interesting/motivating...)

3) For speaking practice especially, consider "real" language courses! For pronunciation, consider making musical cover songs your hobby xD (This is genuinely how I've gotten most of my pronunciation practice.)

I've been passively learning German for about 8 years now (started listening to German-language musicals in 2016), but I did only start learning actively and with intent in 2021. My "official" studies have been:

An A1 basic course in 2021 (6 weeks, 2ish hours a week)

A B1.2 Goethe course in 2023 (10 weeks, 2 hours a week)

A failed attempt at a B2.2 course in 2024 (stopped going because I got too busy with uni), and another B2.2 attempt that I'm currently completing :D

However, I would say that I've learned most of the language on my own, from watching musicals and interviews, reading books, articles and blog posts, and finally immersion - moving to Germany into a city where a lot of basic life things won't get done if you can't speak the language. For example: my apartment building caretaker (who gave me the keys and who I needed to call to fix my shower drain a month in) didn't speak any English, and neither did people at the tax bureau, town hall, supermarket, regional theatres... On trains, some important announcements will only be given in German, and some museums don't give all of their guided tours in English. This has been a huge help for me - sometimes it's a headache, but it does teach you a lot!!!

The major advantage in taking courses, though, is that there's 1) someone to motivate/"force" you to do vocab and grammar exercises, 2) someone to give feedback and corrections, 3) a group to practice speaking with. The last point has been the most helpful for me, I think, because learning super eclectically means that my skills are kind of unbalanced... I read academic texts really well if I can look up individual words & I understand speech in most situations, but I struggle a lot with grammar and independent writing, and I used to be nervous speaking before starting to practice more formally in a classroom setting where there's help.

I think the most important tip I can give is to just dive in - force yourself into situations where the only way you get what you want is by speaking German or figuring out what words mean :D I picked up basic vocabulary and phrases from listening to musicals and reading transcriptions (important!) and translations of the songs I was listening to, and from there, it was easy to expand. For reading, I really recommend finding something that you're organically interested in otherwise (for me it's been 19th century history research and primary sources from that era, as well as musical theatre stuff); for listening, I recommend looking up documentaries/music/movies that you would also watch if they were in English. In many language classes they will purposefully teach you about German/DACH culture and show students "classics" from those countries, and while that's also important, I think for independent learning it's more effective to find something that you're really, genuinely personally passionate about.

I still Deepl difficult words and make a huge amount of grammar mistakes when speaking (my current course includes one-on-one discussion hours with the teacher which has been so helpful, but she needs to interrupt me about once a minute with "syntax... SYNTAX!!" xD) but I get complimented a lot on my German skills, largely due to the fact that I speak confidently despite the mistakes & have a decent accent >:)

[the-cu-genswap-au]

next: updated refs for the main adult cast (aka, the other core quintet)

- As principal of Jerome Horwitz Elementary, Erica Wang has dedicated her career to making sure every child in her school gets the support they need. Under Erica's leadership, JHES is a much less depressing place, sporting features like an art program, a fully-stocked library, after school tutoring, and an actual full-time school nurse.

- Erica herself also likes to take a hands-on approach with students, taking notice of anyone who seems to be struggling either academically or socially and working together with Bo to figure out the best course of action. While her intentions are definitely in the right place and come from a sense of genuine care, she does have a habit of forgetting to ask the students themselves what they think of her ideas....

- Design note: Erica's design is a fusion of her main kid design and her future "Grace Wain" persona

- Bo Hweemuth is the school's student guidance counselor, which basically means his job is to talk to students and help get them any resources they need, both in and outside of school. Though a lot of students feel intimidated by him at first glance, he's actually a very chill guy who likes to approach students with as much kindness and empathy as he can. He knows what it's like to be treated like a nuisance.

- Besides being co-workers, Bo is actually very good friends with Principal Wang, genuinely enjoying the work they do together to make sure every child at Jerome Horwitz can thrive.... despite any misgivings he might have about her approach. And speaking of co-workers, he's also recently struck up a pretty close friendship with the school librarian....

- In his spare time, he likes to experiment with clay sculpture. His office is decorated with all the little sculptures and figures he's made over the years.

- George Beard and Harold Hutchins are known around school as That One Pair Of Teachers; they're always together and are each other's best friend, even outside of work. To their students, they're some of the funnest teachers they've had at JHES, since they prioritize making their classes into fun, engaging learning environments through creative lesson plans and treating their students like actual people. Especially George, since he teaches the traditionally "boring" subjects of English and Literature.

- George and Harold are also the current co-leads of the school Music and Arts Program, along with music teacher Dressy Killman. Harold mentors in art, while George handles creative writing. They like to joke that they're "professionals in their field," except they're not really joking about that and it's just that everybody thinks that they are because nobody knows anything about them outside of the school.....

- Design note: George and Harold already have canon adult designs, so I just added on a few accessories to distinguish their AU selves from their canon counterparts (George's suspenders, Harold's vest)

- Melvin Sneedly (that's Professor Sneedly to you) is starting his first year as Jerome Horwitz's new science teacher, after a regrettably failed attempt to get his robotics career off the ground. He absolutely does not want to be here, he hates teaching, he hates kids, the sooner he can get out of this terrible place the better.

- He's not exactly helping his case by driving away everyone who tries to connect with him, either. Instead of spending his break times in the staff lounge with everyone else, he's spending them holed away in his classroom, poring over lesson plans, reminders of his broken dreams, and.... other stuff. It's probably not a good idea to keep bringing these personal projects to work with him but then again, his science career did fail for a reason....

- Design note: the main design philosophy here is "hey, what would Melvinborg look like without the robot half.....?"

[astriiformes]

from your recent post (figured i’d send an ask so that you skip/delete if you didn’t want to read)…

if you like hugs, i’m sending you, like, a ton of them virtually<33. if not, i’m doing the virtual equivalent of sending you smth else that you like, like a nice beverage or a fistbump. i’m sorry that things are so hard right now. it isn’t your fault, it seems like you’re genuinely trying really hard. it isn’t disingenuous to hype yourself up in your apps — everyone does that in applications, because that’s just how they are since they’re so short and basically the idea of ‘selling’ yourself in them therefore has to be super condensed too. you are trying, even if you aren’t were you’d hoped to be, and that shows that you do want to do to grad school. i hope that you have a lot of success/happiness w/ that!<33

but also, i just… i believe in you, because i get you. not exactly of course, but i know how hopeless and terrible it feels to have mental illness derail your life like that. but it isn’t your fault, and even if no one else sees it, i’m so proud of you for trying so goddamn hard even when your own head makes everything so much more difficult. it’s okay to not have worked through all of the shame you have around your adhd, since society plays such a huge value on achieving and appearing neurotypical and things like that, but also, (in a comforting/not patronising way), don’t beat yourself up — you’re just someone in a difficult situation now, and it sounds like you’re already dealing with so much. you deserve help and rest, and to be loved by those around you. you’re trying so hard, and even if that goes unacknowledged, even if that isn’t enough for society’s bullshit standards, as someone who relates to a lot of this i am genuinely so proud of you for doing your best. i believe in you, and i hope that you can be gentle with yourself, because you deserve that<3

This is such a lengthy and thoughtful response to my post yesterday, so first of all, thank you for taking the time to write all this out.

I think that some of the struggle for me comes from the particular ways my mental illness and physical disabilities get in the way of things -- I've been missing class due to being too exhausted to get up in the mornings, have forgotten about important assignments (or had my time blindness creep up on me with others), and in general have a very scatterbrained and forgetful relationship with academics, which makes it hard to feel like I am trying by best. That's where a lot of the shame comes from, and is one of the things I haven't figured out how to combat yet.

Needless to say, it is nice and does help a little to hear someone express the opposite, so I appreciate this a lot. I get fairly hung up on conventional expectations, and haven't entirely broken out of the mindset that I need to be high-achieving to be worth anything. I don't entirely know how to change that, but reassurances like this are still very welcome.

[silent-words]

If you feel like writing it, would be awesome to see more of your take on Modern AU with Professor Dekarios. 🙂

I read 'Thirst Thoughts' and it sure is 🔥

Thank you so much! Have you read The Blue Flower? It is actually written with my Modern AU Tav Kitani (yes, in my head I develop Modern AU with one character). I think I'll end up like @auroraesmeraldarose with one fic set in Faerun and another fic in Modern AU.

Sorry that it took so long to answer! Here is a little peak into that AU, although not so hot this time. It just came to me this way.

Coffee

Kitani's mood was just as bad as that powdered coffee she was trying to drink. She spent the whole night finishing her report for the conference she currently attended. She had to deliver the report in the next section, and due to lack of sleep she had to consume some caffeine during this coffee break. Kitani had to concentrate, or she would make a mistake. And in that case her ever-present academic rival would not fail to point at it. Of course he would deliver in the same section. Maybe his performance would have been more suitable at the general section, with his overconfidence. But he did make decent research. One of the best scholars, who researched Victorian poetry, that she could not take from him.

She looked into the cheap plastic cup and sighed. Practically all her fellow lecturers, as well as professors and assistants around her were holding paper cups from the small coffeeshop on the ground floor. Her finances, though, wouldn't allow her to throw around money on cups of coffee. At least in her department they had a decent coffee machine. She gathered her will, took a sip and winced.

'How can you endure the, erm, flavour of this concoction, doctor Kuoroa?' She heard the familiar baritone and turned her head. Just next to her stood the very person she had thought about just now. A mane of brown hair with with grey streaks, rectangular glasses and a wide genuine smile – the standard view she had got used to during the last couple of conferences. And, of course, a paper cup in his hand.

'Not all of us have professor's salary, doctor Dekarios,' she quipped, 'some of us have to ration their consumption to survive.' The reaction was unexpected. She thought he would laugh and tease her, maybe make a bad joke. Instead he furrowed his brow in concern for a second, but then smiled again:

'Cannot argue with that. But if, theoretically, you had spare money to buy coffee, which one would it be?'

'Well,' she laughed, 'not the one i'm holding, that's for sure. I bet it would be latte with lavender syrup.'

'He looked genuinely surprised. She wanted to know why:

'Is something the matter? You look as if you've found out I'm a werewolf.'

'Not exactly,' he chuckled, 'I just thought you liked your coffee as you wore your makeup – completely black. It's not a slight on your appearance, doctor Kuoroa, just an observation.'

'I'm full of surprises,' she said, 'that are yet to be uncovered.'

'If it's a challenge, I'll gladly take it up. Now excuse me, I'll be right back.' With that he disappeared in the crowd. Kitani's coffee was already cold and undrinkable, so she decided to leave it on the table. Well, without caffeine she would have to survive on her own venom. She had plenty of it, for sure.

In a couple of minutes she was already moving towards the conference-hall, when suddenly she heard her name. "Doctor Kuoroa, please, wait a bit!" It was doctor Dekarios, now holding two paper cups, one in each hand. He approached Kitani and outstretched his left hand towards her:

'That's yours. Your luck they had lavender syrup.'

She looked at the cup in disbelief:

'I told you, I cannot pay you...'

'You don't need to. Consider it a present. Besides,' he added with a wink, 'I need my favourite academic rival in good shape!"

'Okay, then,' she took the offered cup, 'I'll show no mercy towards your report.'

'I'll be looking forward to it,' he said excitedly.

She took a sip of her new coffee. This lavender latte felt heavenly. Not because it was just a good coffee, but because someone let her a hand in dire times.

No beta we die like overexhausted academics.

[somethingclevermahogony]

Writeblr Interview

Rules: Answer the Questions

Thanks for the tags @mk-writes-stuff, @the-golden-comet, and @tildeathiwillwrite!

Short stories, novels or poems?

Novels or Epic Poems (Odyssey, Iliad, Aeneid, Epic of Gilgamesh is the GOAT (the officiant literally quoted it at my wedding)).

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy or Epic Poetry. I haven't actually sat down and read a book in a while though, my life has been pretty overwhelmed with academic papers and such.

What genre do you prefer writing?

Fantasy, preferably High/Epic Fantasy, turn world-building up to the max.

Are you a planner or a write-as-i-go kind of person?

I do a ton of planning for the world (I'm a lore nut) and I plan out broad narratives and directions, but I tend to let the path to get there just sort of happen.

What music do you listen to while writing the story?

That depends on what I'm writing. I actually don't tend to listen to a lot of music when I'm actually writing because it distracts me. I listen before I start to write, what exactly I listen to changes.

Sometimes I listen to the same song from Little Shop of Horrors, Epic the Musical, or whatever. For awhile I was listening to Prom Queen by Beach Bunny over and over and over and over again. I don't know why I do that, it just scratches my brain.

Fav books/movies

I love the Gregor the Overlander Series. It balances silliness and fantasy with darkness. The worldbuilding is complex enough to be intriguing and yet so ridiculous that you just sort of accept it. Giant talking rats and Victorian Rats living in a massive subterranean world underneath NYC? Why not! The books made my mom cry over a cockroach so there's that.

As previously stated, Epic of Gilgamesh is great, its so interesting to see all the tropes and story beats already developed thousands of years ago. I love my two big burly bronze age queers.

Saying the LOTR movies feels like a cope-out, but I genuinely do love those movies.

Any Current WIPs?

The Testaments of the Green Sea series! I'm sure you've seen random tidbits on Tumblr if you've been in any of the worldbuilding or fantasy writing places.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Reading glasses worn too far down my nose, a button up shirt (probably blue checkered) with the sleeves rolled up, baggy jeans, and black shoes. Looks like a young chubby and scruffy caveman cosplaying as a 45 year-old English teacher.

Create a character description of yourself.

He was of average height, though he looked taller than he actually was owing to the mane of hair which surrounded his head and covered his shoulders and upper back in a blanket of brown curls. His beard and moustache were both of medium length, though his moustache was in need of a trim. A pair of fingerprint smudged, wire-rimmed glasses sat on the tip of a crooked and humped nose, as far away from his heavy brows and green eyes as they could be while still maintaining their grip on his face. He wore a checkered blue and white button up, the sleeves hastily rolled up to his elbows. His jeans were baggy, and though he hated to admit it, were swiftly developing a hole on the inner thigh. He's was normally a quiet man, prone to sit and nod, rather than to speak. The exception of course, was with his wife, in which case he could hardly be made to shut up.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Literally putting people I know into my writing? No, I don't think it would really work to randomly insert my friends and family into my fantasy setting. I do like taking bits of inspiration from people though!

Are you kill-happy with the characters?

I guess that depends on what this means...because my series takes place over vast lengths of time, almost everyone in my stories does die eventually, but that's just nature. I don't shy away from killing my characters, that's for sure, though I try to make sure it adds something to the plot, I don't like killing characters just for the sake of it.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Tea (The real answer is wine)

Slow or Fast writer?

Fast writer, sloooow editor.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Lots of things. A big part of my inspiration comes from the ancient civilizations that I study, like the Hittites and Mycenaeans. I also take inspiration from my family and my wife. Myths are a big inspiration too, I've said plenty of times that my MC, Narul, is Gilgamesh with social-anxiety.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Dead....or less pessimistically probably the local baker/cook.

Fave book cliche?

Found Family! Honorable mention for Gentle Giant characters!

Least fave book cliche?

Dark/High Fantasy including explicit depictions of SA or underage stuff because its "accurate", just the implication will suffice, I don't need that nonsense playing in my ear while I'm at work, thank you very much (Looking at you GRR Martin, or as my wife and I call you, JarJar Martin)

Fave scenes to write?

Scenes with nature or monsters! Trying to be descriptive and convey what the characters are seeing and feeling is really interesting to me!

Most productive time of day for writing?

Between 1:00 and 4:00 in the morning, unfortunately. That's also when my typos are the worst.

Reason for writing?

To bring my characters to life and to share their stories and scenes with other people.

I don't know how many people have already done this so I'm just gonna leave this one open!

Blank list under the cut:

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

[practically-an-x-man]

You've been answering a lot of these and I can't remember anything much on a good day, so I'll leave the who open to you, soas to hopefully avoid duplication.

3, 5, 10

M, R, W

💀 🌍 📝

Thank you so much!

OC/Ship Ask Game: Firsts

I think I'll go with Ophelia for these!

3. First opinion of school as a kid

School was an interesting thing for her: she loved learning and took in information very easily, she was always very smart and academically-minded, but that made traditional schooling honestly quite boring for her. She took to things a lot faster than many of her classmates, even when she began moving into higher-level and advanced courses, and more often than not found herself bored or annoyed as she waited for her classmates to retain a concept she'd already picked up.

She didn't hate school by any means, and she had a few teachers she genuinely liked (usually the ones that would make an effort to keep her engaged, find new projects or activities to start her own so she wouldn't be quite as bored), but as a whole it really felt like a chore to her.

5. First time breaking a bone

She was maybe 8 or so, hanging out at Harry's house while her parents were out of town for an academic conference. Harry dared her to slide all the way down the banister on the staircase ("I've done it loads of times, it's fun! You'll be fine!"), she lost her balance near the bottom and broke her wrist on landing. That was a fun phone call...

10. First time adopting/taking care of a pet

She had tropical fish (and an aquatic snail!) as a kid, but no other pets until she became an adult. It was just too busy of a household to justify a pet with a lot of extended care and upkeep, but she did take very good care of her fish.

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Hm... I think I'll go with both of my Suicide Squad ships for this one, just for fun

M. First time they introduced the other as their partner

Eris/Rick: In terms of just using the word, it really didn't take long. They were partners-in-arms (hey look it's the ship name!) well before they were romantically entwined, and for a long time "partner" just meant "person who guards my six" to them. Romantically-speaking, though... I don't know when exactly it began to shift for them, it just started to have more meaning as time went on. I think Eris honestly likes the ambiguous meaning of it, especially because Rick to them is a lot more than just a romantic interest or battle buddy.

Nikoletta/Abner: I think it took a while, mainly since they were both a little hesitant and inexperienced when it came to having a partner in general. I feel like Abner would've.... I don't know, "tested it out" in front of one of the other Squad members before he had the courage to say it in front of a stranger (or even in front of Nik, honestly), but once one of them mentioned it the first time, I think that would have broken down the wall and gotten them both comfortable with the word.

R. First time cooking for the other

Eris/Rick: I'm actually writing a fic about this particular event/stage in their relationship, but Eris got very injured (read: got both legs blown off) on the battlefield after a few months of knowing Rick, and he brought them back to his place to heal - which included learning about Eris' nutrient needs to regrow tissues and cooking for them while they healed.

Nikoletta/Abner: I think they did a lot more cooking together than they did cooking for one another at first, unless you count making sandwiches or heating up canned soup for the other when they were sick. Cooking was a skill they both had to relearn after spending so much of their lives in Belle Reve, and they tried to learn it together.

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

Eris/Rick: I think Eris kind of sensed it from the beginning, but it was really after the events of Vestalia that they both really locked onto the idea - for Eris, it was the fact that they wanted to wait for him instead of finding someone else (I've mentioned before that Eris' love life has always been fairly inconsistent, ranging from diehard devotion to commitment-free flings just for the hell of it); for Rick, it was realizing that Eris was more than just a hurricane on the battlefield, and seeing candidly how much they really did care about him in how they comforted him after his fallout with June.

Nikoletta/Abner: I mean, the events of No Longer Alone are a pretty good indication - not necessarily that they were romantically endgame (their relationship is a bit nebulous, like a QPR), but that they cared about each other and wanted to support each other no matter what.

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💀 - First time writing character death, and how you felt about it

Answered previously!

🌍 - First attempt at worldbuilding, or a notable piece of worldbuilding you're proud of

Also answered previously!

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

I feel like I've talked about the background/creation process of most of my OCs before, particularly the notable ones (like Rae and Mira coming from the same first OC, Nikoletta's dramatic changes over time, Eris' becoming much darker and more morally questionable, etc.)

And honestly... for the most part, I don't really have particular "drafts" of characters. Some characters, particularly my more recent ones, I create very quickly and tend to lock in that design once it's made. Others I'll have held onto for a while, and I'll do a revamp of the older ones before I begin writing them (this is the case for Eris and Nikoletta, among others), so I'll have an old version and a revised version but that's about it for the "drafts". And of course, all of my characters end up evolving a bit over the course of their stories, both as they grow and develop from their experiences and as I get better at writing them.