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windvexer · 2 months ago

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O ye wise Chicken

I call to thee

For advice on a matter

Harken to me!

So anyways, I have always had incredible luck, my partner on the other hand… let’s say that it’s not the worst in the universe. If you were trying to turn someone’s luck around, who was almost radioactively unlucky, how would you go about it? Thank you for your time and for answering all of our questions, oh wise Chicken! 🙌🏻

Good evening.

For any magical operation where some concept is out-of-order (luck, prosperity, relationships, etc) it's not always helpful to just add in more of the concept (conjure luck, conjure relationships, and so on).

Absence-of-concept is only ever one reason for things to be out of order, and it may be a symptom rather than a cause itself. There are many reasons why any particular concept could be malfunctioning.

Therefore, you've got two options: figure out what is causing the malfunction and then address it, or go in blind with a broad spectrum plan of action.

Divination, probably especially energy reading, can pinpoint why luck is out-of-order. However this may be a tricky read to tackle, and also requires the skill to make a custom plan of action. Also, exploring and thinking is tiring, and it can be easier to just take action.

Any time something is out-of-order - luck, job, relationships, timing, what have you - try a plan of action similar to this one, and see if it helps. You should take careful notes of all the actions you take, because if it doesn't help, you will need those notes to help troubleshoot.

First, an offering to the spirit world. The function is to please helpful spirits and stir them to action; but also to appease unhelpful spirits who may be causing trouble. This offering may be done once, but the ritual should be undertaken seriously, with as pleasing of gifts as can be reasonably offered. Jason Miller has a nice general offering in his book Protection and Reversal Magick, which is a good format to follow.

No matter what ritual you follow, it is vital to include a portion that explains this offering is being done out of respect to the spirit world, to soothe any tensions, and to supplicate aid from any helpful parties.

Second, a personal cleansing and hex-breaking. A person does not need to have actually been hexed or cursed to benefit from hex-breaking. Find or develop a spell which breaks up, destroys, banishes, or evacuates jealous and deleterious energies from around the unlucky person. In fact, any spell to break the evil eye will likely serve. Perform a personal cleansing before or after (or both) to wash off any last trace of jealousy cast on by another.

Third, a personal amulet generally designed to protect against the evil eye (for some reason I suppose I think this is an evil eye situation), but also against bad luck in general: have it rebuff or turn away these things, sort of like a bumper that will bounce your unlucky person off of misfortune and steer them in a new direction.

(For those not dealing with luck, protect against whatever it is you want to stop - protect against loneliness, for example. Envision that you do not have absence of friendship energy but rather intrusion of aloneness energy. This is not necessarily literal, but it is a thought exercise to help develop strategic plans of action and deploy magic in a greater variety of ways)

Fourth, any spell to conjure what is desired. So for your unlucky partner, any spell to conjure or manifest luck. This can be done either as a one-off spell, or something continuous; if you want to do more magic, then do both. A one-shot spell to get things started and a continuous spell to carry the torch. Explore Allspice for luck spells, as well as any cultural luck charms.

Fifth, engage in cultural rituals to bring about what you desire. For luck, a lucky rabbit's foot, found dimes, numerical clovers, or hung horseshoes are all cultural symbols in these parts; choose one, and invest in it. This is a different kind of magic - folk magic, if you like - that's more about linking and aligning to the whole.

Someone radioactively unlucky is, perhaps, unplugged from the whole. The natural exchange passes around them without touching them. A cultural ritual is an action of reconnection, to indicate they are stepping back into the game. At least, this is what I think.

Anyway if this is all too much, I highly recommend that you, Anon, do not skip #2. Throw in a protection amulet and I expect things might level out.

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auraisereigh · 2 months ago

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"Assembeling an Assembly"

Chapter 5

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: Now that Star doesn't want to see Brennan, she has to find another way to occupy her time. Making an Assembly. wc: 4.5k ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Not much else. Typical Star humour. Flashback. Let me know if i missed something. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names. Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader

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"get out of my house." My voice is quiet but sharp as I look at Brennan. His face falls immediately. "Let me explain-" he tries but I cut him off. "Out. Now." I bite out and this time I don't wait for his response, I get up from the table, take the scroll and walk out the mess hall.

It hurts. I got along with Brennan, found comfort in him. But he's her son. She killed my family. She burnt my home.

"Please, wait." Brennan begs as he stops in front of me. Damn his longer legs. "She's your mother." I say, my voice holding a hint of hurt this time.

"Yes, she's my mother." His voice holds a hint of, wait is that.... Disgust? "She lied to me, let me live a lie, fight for a lie." He's quiet for a while, most likely gathering his thoughts. "I refuse to live the lie." His voice holds a hint of anger, something I haven't heard from him, not even during the two weeks we spend in a cave hiding from everyone.

"You lied." I try to make my voice sound harsh but the hurt in it is undeniable. How could Naolin save someone like him? Someone who will become just like his mother? Ruthless and merciless. So at odds from what I've seen from him. The caring gentle soul... That just tore out the last remaining piece of my heart.

"You would look different at me." He says softly. He holds a point there but if he would have just told me it wouldn't have hurt as much. "Don't even try to deny it, you would and that's okay. It's understandable. She did horrible things, I could never blame you." Why does he need to be so caring. Why does he look at me like he cares so much about me.

"Get out." My voice sounds defeated now. I don't want him to leave but I can't even look at him anymore.

He places his hands on my shoulder as he inches closer. I keep my eyes on the ground, I can't look at him. Then I'd let the tears fall that are building up. "Please, I have nowhere to go... You're all I have." He pleads. My heart cracks even more than it has in the last few weeks. When I don't respond he comes even closer. I can feel his auburn curls softly on my forehead that's how close he's come. "Please." He pleads again, I can hear his voice crack.

"Stay out of my sight." I respond after a while. I get myself out of his grip and walk to my room. He doesn't protest or plead further. Something in my heart starts stitching up that I haven't fully lost him. But the trust we build up is gone and rebuilding that seems impossible.

The moment I'm in my room i let the tears fall, not as bad as when I found out my family had been executed or all the times after that I cried in Brenna's arms...

I take some tape and stick the roll on the wall next to my door.

☆

The next day I sit in my dad's office. This was the best way of getting Brennan out of my head for now. The Assembly idea is slowly coming together. Felix suggested that seven to eight people, including me would be a good number. So far I have:

1. Myself

Of course.

2. Felix

Because he gives good advice. It would be foolish not to include him.

3. Ulices.

He comes from Navarre, he's a rider and knows a lot about battles. He could help lead with what is left of the Infantry.

4. Trissa.

She's nice, I like her.

5. And Xaden.

When he comes back. It's only fair.

So two or three more people. There are some good options, Felix has been helpful with choosing and guiding me. It helps when your mind is a complete mess and thinking straight isn't my strong suit now.

The door opens and Felix walks through. Two mugs in his hand. Talk abou the devil.

"Good morning." He says as a greeting. I give him a soft glare. I don't hate him by any means, but I do hate mornings. "Morning."

He sets one of the mugs down in front of me. Coffee. "You know I don't drink coffee, right?" I ask him with a raised brow.

"You sure look like you could use it." He says back fast, almost like he already knew I was going to ask that. "What do you have for me?" He asks much softer. I give him the list of names, he'd seen it last night when I started but I threw some people out of the options and kicked one from the list of 'people I chose already'. He looks it over, he doesn't even look like he's judging, just interested.

He puts the paper down and scratches his beard. "Have you thought about Suri?" That's not what I was expecting. I thought he'd judge my choices, like my dad always taught how people would respond if I were to become Duchess. "She's a rider, knows a lot about battles and leading armies as she was in higher ranks at Basgiath. She'd have a good position in the assembly." He reasons. He holds valuable points. I snatch the paper back.

6. Suri.

Felix lets out an amused chuckle and slides me a small piece of paper with a few other names on. "Go through those too. They might surprise you." He says as he takes his mug and leaves again.

My eyes go down the list, some names I recognize some I don't. It's the name at the bottom that draws my attention.

Brennan Sorrengail, he's a skilled strategist and a phenomenal rider.

I take my pen and scratch through the name. Again and again untill you can't make out what was written to begin with.

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Hours later I might have a full Assembly. All eight people. Felix, Ulices, Kylynn, Trissa, Aethan, Suri, Xaden and me.

The list has been made and approved of by Felix, though I did notice the frown when he saw Brennan's scribbled name. I haven't seen him all day. I know I told him to stay away but I didn't think he'd actually do it. According to Felix he's been questioned and confined in his room since the news spread about his actual identity.

Maybe it's better that way. Maybe he is like his mother, if he is... lord knows what he came to do here. But he probably didn't plan to die either....

Letters has been sent out for the first meeting tomorrow, even if we do all live in the same house, still we sent letters with all the information needed.

By night time I make my way to the family quarters, right next to my dad's office. It still looks untouched, over the week I've been back I've either been in my dad's office or my own room.

There are still small things left from my family, books from my aunt, old papers from my dad, his favorite pillow still in place from the last night we spent together.

☆

I'm curled up against dad, his arm over my shoulder as Sylas, Garrick's father fills another glass with scotch. Auntie is on the other side of the couch, going through her books.

"any updates for Xaden and Catriona?" Sylas asks as he sips his drink. "I think it would do Xaden some good to visit Cordyn again. Just to take some of the stress off his shoulders." My dad responds.

I look at the cover of the book my aunt is reading, it's an old love story, I've read it once.

"I don't like her." I mutter under my breath. I'd never liked her, she was arrogant, all she wanted was a throne, she didn't care for my brother.

Dad lightly slaps my shoulder. "You don't have to like her. Just don't try to stab her again and all will be fine." His tone is lighthearted and I can't help but let out a soft chuckle at the memory.

After a while I yawn and decide to go to bed, after all it's been stressful and busy lately with the Rebellion. Dad thinks we're close to winning, but I can't but doubt that, though I will never show him that. "I'm gonna go to bed, it's late. I'll see you all tomorrow morning." I announce.

"Goodnight sweetheart." My dad says back, just like Sylas and auntie say their good nights.

I sit on my bed once I make it to my room. I haven't cleaned it up in a while, I barely have the time lately. I change into something comfortable and lay in bed, the soft sheets are a nice presence. A strak contrast with the harshness we live in currently.

I look over to my bedside table, filled with all kinds of things, some things shouldn't even be on a nightstand.

My eyes fall to the sleep potion my dad bought for me when sleeping became increasingly difficult.

☆

I look at the same bedside table, still messy and the potion still in the same place.

Dad always made things simple when It came to potions or medicine. A few small droplets in some water should be enough to let me sleep throughout the night. Dad would always prepare it for me from beforehand.

I stare at it, more memories pouring into my mind as I fall asleep to a deep, dreamless sleep.

☆

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months ago

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Finally we’ve got the eddie-is-married stories! Two pretty different marriages in pretty different places but both are delightful to read!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (omg are they gonna switch to adoption! Or stay with surrogacy? OR BOTH?!? They said only one more kid but you never know… no matter what they do i as always am loving this story and their lives and the beautiful world that you’ve created for them! It makes me so happy!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (shannon being present for the lawsuit era is such a fun concept! I love the stories where you pull all sorts of fun new layers out of canon by making such interesting tweaks!)

Have fun writing! And know that every time you post I get so excited you can just imagine me busting out the pom-poms and the jazz hands :p

- PCA <3

YEAH MARRIED EDDIE!

96 for ⚡️ (Def not 2 kids! A lot of people commented that and I was like AHAHAHA my worst nightmare is multiple infants at a time, SORRY TWINS. But I suppose they COULD space it out. I just wanted to write a chapter about Buck and choice, seeing as Eddie already sort of had his choosing to be a parent again chapter):

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“But you do have, like, an opinion? Right?” Buck asks.

Bobby smiles. “Yes, I do.”

“Hit me with it,” Buck begs. “You have a stake in this too, now, remember. So I have to get it right.”

Bobby chuckles. “Well, I don’t think you can get it wrong, Buck. Either way you have a baby. And I think you’re right that if you don’t adopt this child, someone else will.”

Buck sighs, relieved. “Okay, so I’m not like… A bad person, no matter what we choose?”

“No,” Bobby answers. “You’re not.”

It should feel like permission to just go ahead and make the choice Buck is pretty sure he wants to make. He’s not a bad person if he chooses surrogacy. So he can choose it. In the gospel of Bobby Nash, whose ethics he trusts, Buck is in the clear. But Buck still hesitates. He’s still not sure what to do.

“Do you want to know why I think you’re struggling with this?” Bobby asks him.

“Yes,” Buck nods. Yes, please. Fucking tell him. Because he doesn’t know why it kept him up for several hours last night, just laying in bed with an uneasy stomach.

“I think it’s a conflict of…” Bobby thinks for a moment. “Two strong but, in this case, conflicting parts of you.”

“O-okay,” Buck replies. He’s not sure he’s following.

“I think,” Bobby continues. “That one of the core parts of who you are, one of the best parts of who you are, is that you’re very motivated to help anyone in need, simply because you can.”

Buck looks at the ground. He feels another wave of guilt. Because now he’s saying he’d prefer not to help where he can. Right? That’s what Bobby is going to say.

“You are also someone who has had to fight very hard for a family,” Bobby says.

Buck looks back up at him.

“The security a lot of people have in that family structure, you didn’t always have that,” Bobby explains.

“I guess that’s true,” Buck says.

“It is true,” Bobby nods. “And that has an impact on a person. Which is okay.”

Does Buck need to go to therapy about this? Is that what he’s saying?

“The way I see it,” Bobby adds. “The surrogacy option with Adriana’s eggs is a really comfortable option. It’s easy. It’s secure. Your connection to the child is obvious. It’s not something that can be taken away, like a potential birth mother changing her mind. There aren’t a lot of risks, outside the normal risks of having a child.”

Buck’s shoulders drop. “You think I’m scared?”

“I think an open adoption is scary,” Bobby says. “Not bad. Just… Scarier than the alternative you’ve already got in your pocket.”

“Right,” Buck exhales. “Yeah, okay… I can see that.”

“I think I’d feel the same, in your position. If that’s any consolation.”

“It is, actually,” Buck says. “Uh, so what do you think I should do?”

“There’s no right answer,” Bobby says. “Especially if Eddie is happy with either outcome. But my advice? Look at those two parts of yourself that are informing this decision and… I guess, figure out which is more important to you.”

☆☆☆

They meet Lourdes at Pepa’s house.

Eddie is nervous. It’s an uncomfortable sort of meeting. He feels like Buck has expectations, Pepa has expectations, he’s not sure what expectations Lourdes has… All Eddie really wanted is a baby, so his expectations aren’t so defined. But he’s not sure how it’s going to go.

He knows Buck and Bobby had a long talk about it. One Buck hasn’t divulged the outcome of. Just said he needed to think it through. Which, fine. That’s fine. Not like Eddie needs any sort of decision before today, anyway. Hell, he hasn’t made a decision. They need to have this meeting first, right?

Pepa introduces Eddie and Buck to not only Lourdes, but her friend, Maria. Lourdes’ grandmother. Another person with potential expectations to account for. So that’s fun.

“Thank you both so much for coming,” Maria says. “We are truly grateful.”

Eddie and Buck exchange a look before Buck answers her.

“Hey, of course,” he says. “We’re happy to meet you both.”

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36 for 🔼 (Thank you! VERY fun stuff planned coming up):

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Actually, really nervously. Because what if Eddie says it was a mistake?

But Eddie doesn’t say that. Instead, he offers a little, almost coy smile.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Buck nods. “I didn’t, uh… I didn’t know it was an option.”

“It’s complicated,” Eddie admits.

Buck can imagine. Actually, if he starts thinking about how complicated this all is right now, he might start to freak out. But he doesn’t want to freak out yet. He still feels pleasantly high.

“I’ll bet,” Buck murmurs.

“Maybe…” Eddie starts. “Uh, maybe you can come with me?”

Buck’s eyes widen.

“To talk about it,” Eddie says. “I can put a movie on for Chris or something… And we can talk.”

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Yeah, that’d be good.”

Eddie smiles. “Okay.”

“But…” Buck says. “But I… I should be honest.”

Eddie looks worried.

“Oh?”

“I just… I haven’t done anything with another dude before,” Buck admits.

Buck knows he’s talked a big game about his sexual history, but if Eddie is expecting anything here, he might be disappointed.

“Oh,” Eddie exhales. “Yeah, me neither.”

Whoa.

#daisies and briars writes #things we're all too young to know fic #buddie shannon throuple fic

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bookscandlesnbts · 1 year ago

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It's confirmed Jisoo and her actor bf broke up after 3 months of dating because of busy schedule. Just 3 months. This is the reality of kpop relationships especially if they both are celebs. Mostly it's hookups but if they somehow get past that stage it usually lasts from 2 months - 1 - 2 years. There there's shippers believing Jimin and JK are in a relationship for past 5-6 years ? Even if shippers are dumb and ignorant of reality, I don't think JK and JM are. When they can literally have anyone they want they are NOT chosing to stay with a single person for their whole life. Please let's be real.

Now I'm wondering whether the woman with JK in apt was indeed his gf but ex. It happened in Feb- March period. It was leaked after 5 months. Probably he broke up before that so he didn't lied when he said he doesn't have a gf and just wanna focus on work now. Remember he wasn't doing any work then. Whether it was ex or not, this is the reality of kpop relationships now you decide whether you wanna believe these two young men, who are busy af and have ton of other options, is choosing to stay with each other.

Oh anon y’all gotta stop being so corny 🤣 why would someone stay in a relationship for 5-6 years? Why? Idk anon maybe they are in love and have a special bond with one person. Love exists. Happy monogamous relationships of all sexual orientations exist. I might not be in one and maybe never will but I’m not cynical like you. Damn. Maybe that person makes them happy. Not everyone is promiscuous and wanting one night stands and causal hook ups. Y’all need to stop watching dramas or thinking through a western lens or thinking that you “know” the kpop industry or whatever y’all are doing because it’s really silly.

I don’t follow the BlackPink members. I don’t care who they date or what they do. Tbh, I don’t follow most celebs. The only celebs I’ve really cared about are BTS.

There is nothing to wonder. JK debunked it. The footage was grainy. The apartment wasn’t the same. The man was unidentifiable wearing a mask, and the woman was clearly pregnant. But sure, she was JK’s ex so that means he has a whole ass kid now 🤣 the side eye I’m giving you is so real. 🙄

Being busy doesn’t mean that you can’t be in a stable relationship. And since you are so skeptical anon, maybe their “busy schedules” wasn’t the reason Jisoo and that guy broke up. Maybe she ended up not liking him and that’s the most amicable way to explain a break up. There are so many explanations.

You aren’t a jikooker. That much is clear. You are the type wanting to believe that Jungkook is straight so you are latching onto whatever fantasy puts him in the vicinity of dating a woman. This is a Jikook blog for those that believe that they are in a happy, loving long term relationship. I probably should have blocked you, but this was too goofy to not give a response. I’m not the one ignorant of reality. I saw Jimin’s live yesterday where Jungkook made an appearance. More information could be gathered about the nature of Jikook’s bond from that two minute interaction than your whole narrative based on a broken up heterosexual relationship. I watched Jimin’s doc and paid attention to the lyrics and the significance of Jungkook being on Letter, a hidden track on an album very personal to Jimin’s life story. I watched them flirting on live throughout this year, Jimin saying that he can handle Jungkook laying in bed half naked. I watched Jungkook gush over Jimin for 90 minutes straight with hearts in his eyes. Anon, did you? If you haven’t, maybe you should and stop coming up with nonsense based theories. Jungkook isn’t the manwhore of the kpop industry that you want him to be. He’s a queer man in love with his bandmate until proven otherwise. And by proof, I mean actual proof not a grainy video that he himself debunked. Give it up already.

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #anon asks #anon ask #jeon jk

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tenebrius-excellium · 5 months ago

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I'm a bystander in all this, but I do wonder why you have such trouble believing that hiccups isn't some naive pacifist when in the very first film he chooses to kill the red death instead of trying to tame it? Or at least try and understand it? Like for the pacifist you think he is, that would be the very, very last option even when his loved ones are in danger, for any pacifist that would be the last step the one he didn't want to do (which he obviously did as every show/film after that shows hiccup feeling no remorse or disgust over it). And for hiccup letting his enemies walk all over him, that's most likely a self-preservation thing? For all the years of abuse and neglect he's been through, just because he's letting that happen doesn't mean he's not still thinking of ways to destroy them It's just to keep himself safe? This isn't hate or anything towards you, I like your blog, but I just think it's really part of the phenomenon that's so prevalent in fandom spaces nowadays that fanon/someone's hcs get so big they often get mistaken for canon and not a lot of people are engaging with the actual story in any way after a while, or they skim it so they don't get the depth of what's actually the truth. Again no hate obviously but I guess It's difficult for people like me to see takes like 'Hiccup is a pacifist' when everything else tells us otherwise or tells us he won't feel bad using violence and death to get what he wants or to get results when we know a real pacifist is usually a centrist and hiccup is very much not that

Heya! Hoo boy there are some misunderstandings making the rounds now oops.

My original take on this was: Og Hiccup, which means Httyd1 Hiccup, and Httyd1 Hiccup ONLY, is NOT a pacifist. Og Hiccup knows exactly what's at stake and acts accordingly. Og Hiccup is careful to extend his trust, as are the dragons he comes into contact with. And og Hiccup gives his love fully and lavishly when his trust is rewarded while simultaneously not hesitating to take out the Red Death because that dragon is clearly the source of all the pain that Berk and the other dragons have been through.

To me, every other Hiccup, especially RttE and Httyd2 Hiccup, is a pacifist. @/howtodrawyourdragon correctly opened my eyes to the fact that Rob/Dob Hiccup might not have been a pacifist after all, because that's when Berk was still characterized as tough and violent and everyone was still cooling off from the whole 'killing dragons' mindset. Enemies were also not 'misunderstood friends' yet. Like. The first enemies young Hiccup encountered were literal Outcasts. I don't remember if it was ever actually explained if the Outcasts are merely a tribe like the Berserkers, but the term Outcasts alone gave me a kind of impression that made the Berkians correct in treading with caution around them. Like. Outcasts are typically people who have failed to be integrated into society, so they have been banned to Outcast Island, no? Idk, anyway, it was full of evil-meaning thugs. There may have been a reason for Hiccup to stay vigilant.

What surprises me, through and through, to this day, is that Httyd2 Hiccup was written to be such a well-meaning pacifist. Like. Httyd1 Hiccup wasn't like that, why suddenly go there? It's like the director fumbled an arc out of his sleeve that Hiccup had to "go through" for growth, only... to me, Hiccup never needed that particular lesson. "A Chief protects his own", please, what else was the fight against the Red Death? The fights against Alvin? Hiccup had been doing that already. It was a fictional lesson to create plot for Httyd2.

Hiccup went soft in Httyd2. Artificially soft. Pacifist soft.

THAT is what I was aiming to analyze. I should have specified more.

RttE Hiccup fluctuates, but I don't want to open that can anymore.

I do not think og Hiccup is a pacifist. I think Httyd2 Hiccup was unnecessarily written as one. THAT is what surprised me. To write Hiccup as a peace-loving animal activist with a flower crown who can't understand, even after repeated warnings, how Drago might not share his starry-eyed opinion. When he had been fighting his own father on his stubbornness for at least a whole summer back in the first movie. Hiccup is not that blind, or dumb. Especially at age 20.

So I agree that the fandom milked Hiccup a bit too much for his supposed pacifism, but it's clearly a canon post-Httyd2 issue as well. Since RttE came out AFTER the second movie, the RttE writers had to somehow match Hiccup's character with what would lead up to his decisions in the second movie. That, to me, is why RttE is a bit sketchy in this regard.

It's all in good faith here, thank you for taking the time to send such a lengthy ask. You made very good points, especially considering the fact that Hiccup was an underdog who had to learn how to stand up for himself first (the 'keep head down out of self-preservation' thing). This is very true and might have made a better arc for Httyd2 imo. Telling Hiccup "babe, wake up, you're not being bullied anymore, you have actual influence now and people want you as Chief. You just gotta find the confidence to believe in yourself." Yeah.

Does that clarify things a little bit?

Cheers

Reddie

#httyd #httyd fandom #wherethekitethought #ask #asks #httyd analysis #analysis #I probably pricked a hornet's nest again there because Hiccup means something entirely different to each person in this entire fandom #also I disliked 2 and loved 3 to the core so I'm an outsider to people's general perception of the movies anyway #don't mind me

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pomrania · 2 years ago

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For June 2023, I’m planning to do an art event where I’ll be drawing people’s queer D&D (or other gaming system) characters. That means I’ll need people with queer characters who want me to draw those characters. It’s the same thing as I did the last two years; but if you weren’t here for that, I’ll explain it now.

The TLDR is that if you have a queer D&D character (Pathfinder character, GURPS, Monster of the Week, any other gaming system), leave a comment here or send me a message, so I can work out a list of people who might be interested. If you’re not sure if something counts, ask me.

So, the non-TLDR version. There’s an event AdorkaStock has run called “Draw Everything June”, where new poses are put out for each weekday in June. (That worthy is being less active on dA, and currently has plans to host the event on their own site; if it doesn’t work out, then I’d use a different way to get their poses.) The pose is released the night before; I make a post about it, asking who’s interested; the next morning I check the replies, get into contact with someone who was interested in it, and I use that pose to draw their character.

You might notice that this requires me to know what their character looks like. If somebody already has good visual reference for their character, that’s great. If they don’t have reference for their character, then I can work with that; more specifically, work with THEM, to make a reference sheet I can use. And if they don’t really know what their character looks like, I can ALSO work with that, and help them figure out what their character might look like.

I can do all that stuff while working on a picture, but I’d really rather do it ahead of time. (Plus that’ll give me something to do that isn’t my Mermay piece, which is always good.) Thus, why I’m making this post now.

A few things I need to address:

“I don’t want to impose --” This isn’t imposing. This is literally me asking for people to let me draw their characters. Can I make it any more explicit?

“I’m sure you have lots of other characters to draw instead of mine --” Sometimes that happens, but in the past, what’s more often is that I don’t have ANY characters for a pose, and I have to hunt around for anyone who might be able to help, and/or beg.

“You’ve already drawn stuff for me --” And I’m perfectly capable of choosing someone else to draw stuff for, if I decide to, and all else being equal, I’ll generally pick a person who hasn’t gotten art from me before. BUT that’s “all else being equal”; and I’d really much rather have a lot of options to choose from.

“You literally drew my character last year.” Which means that your character will have lower priority (but maybe there’s a pose they’d be perfect for). I’d still like you to leave a note here, because I have a terrible memory for people; I’m not joking when I say that I can’t remember who it was, even if I chatted with you a lot about it. (I have literally forgotten that it was my MOTHER who did certain things; if HER identity can slip my mind, please believe me when I say it’s nothing personal.)

“I have multiple characters.” Awesome; some poses have two or three figures in them, and it’s easier when I just have one person to talk to about it, instead of two different people for two different characters.

“Why don’t you draw your own characters?” Because of how my brain works. Seriously.

“Here’s my character, you can just use them for whatever pose you choose.” That doesn’t work for me.

“I probably won’t be available while you’d be working on a drawing.” Then we’ll just have to work out as much as possible ahead of time; and while I prefer having regular feedback from the person whose character I’m drawing, so long as I know ahead of time that you won’t be around (and thus I won’t worry that you’re ignoring me), I can manage without it.

“But what about --” If you’ve any further questions, just ask them; not only am I not a mind reader, I’m also somewhat tired at the moment, so I prolly forgot to include a bunch of stuff.

#no fandom #not a reblog #personal

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connorsoddsock · 2 years ago

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Detroit: Ground Zero | Ch. 3 (Connor x fem!reader)

Summary: You’re an aspiring psych student, ready to take on the world when life takes an unexpected, bloody turn. Flesh eaters now roam the city of Detroit in search of their next meal, an aggressive new deviant group rears its head, and you are caught right in the middle of it. Great…

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity (as usual), descriptions of blood and gore, descriptions of death

A/N: Heed the warnings for this chapter, please! This story is only going to get darker, so I may only post on AO3, with only chapter teasers for Tumblr in future... we'll see!

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Chapter Three: Gone

You woke up the next day disoriented and squinting as the early morning sunlight filtered in through the windows of the Detroit Police Department. At some point in the night, the battle to stay awake became too difficult, and you’d slipped off into dreamland with your head resting on Hank’s desk. But, of course, that didn’t explain how you’d ended up lying sideways on a row of chairs lining the wall with someone’s jacket slung over your form.

It was all coming back to you now – the café, the streets, the zombies.

You sat up with a groan and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You were quick to spot Fowler pacing in his glass office, mumbling lowly into his phone. The man looked unbelievably tired, but he still acknowledged you with a slight nod when he saw you were awake before returning to the person on the other end of the line.

Then, there was Gavin leaning back in a chair on the opposite side of the bullpen, eyes closed with his arms crossed and his legs resting across what you assumed was probably his desk. You noticed he no longer wore his leather jacket, but it wasn’t the one currently draped over you. You eventually spotted it, thrown carelessly atop a counter cabinet in the centre of the room, still very much covered in blood.

You couldn’t see Nines anywhere, but Hank now occupied the desk you were at last night, scrolling through something on his terminal while Connor sat beside him with his eyes closed and his blue LED flickering. His jacket was missing, leaving him in a crisp white button-down that did little to hide his lean frame. You gingerly lifted the one off your torso, eyes widening when you spotted the faint blue glow of the notorious armband and logo.

You shot up a little too abruptly, legs wobbling in protest. “Ah, shit…”

“Mornin’, kid,” Hank acknowledged, his blue eyes barely leaving the terminal. “How’d you sleep?”

Connor stirred beside him, brown eyes fluttering open. He regarded you with that same small smile from last night, the one you liked a little too much.

You rubbed the back of your neck, “Surprisingly well, aside from the fact that my neck hurts like a bitch.”

“Happens to the best of us,” the lieutenant chuckled. “Feel free to help yourself with some coffee or whatever in the break room. There’re doughnuts, too, if the others haven’t eaten ‘em.”

You nodded before looking back to Connor, who, to your surprise, was still watching you. You flushed and held his jacket out to him, quietly muttering your thanks as he accepted it. His fingers gently brushed over yours, and you flinched at the contact. He seemed to notice this, for his brow furrowed slightly in question.

“I did what I could with your jacket, but I suggest a dry clean for a more effective option.” He remarked, choosing not to comment on your jumpiness. “I hung it over the door for you.”

“Oh, thank you! You didn’t have to do that...”

“I think mine could use a wash, too, don’t you think, tin can?”

Your eyes rose to meet Gavin’s as he swung his legs down from his desk, fully awake now. The talking must have woken him.

You rolled your eyes, “What’s with that?”

“What’s with what?” He replied.

“The stupid little nickname,” you clarified. “Tin can? Really?”

“Why? You one of those android sympathisers or something?”

“I mean, it’s free not to be an asshole.”

An obnoxious laugh fell past his lips, “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, doll?”

Connor piped up this time, “She wasn’t on a bed, Detective Reed.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, tin can-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, would ya?” Hank groaned, pulling back from his terminal with a frown directed at the three of you. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, “It’s way too early for this shit.”

A quick glance at your watch told you it was half-six.

Gavin’s lips curled into a shit-eating grin as his eyes fell on you again, sending you an infuriating wink. You rolled your eyes for the second time and marched off to the break room, where the other three officers were tucking into their doughnuts and coffee. They greeted you, offering you a box of sweet treats to browse through while they introduced themselves.

“I’m Officer Person,” the female officer said warmly. She gestured to the others, “These two are Officers Lewis and Wilson.”

They nodded at you, and you waved, “Hey.”

Person nudged your arm as she leaned over, a hand blocking the view of her mouth as she pretended to whisper. “I’d take the whole box if I were you. These two here are dubbed the department’s ‘doughnut kings’ – and trust me, it’s not a compliment.”

Lewis grinned sheepishly around a mouthful of food while Wilson scoffed, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll remember that the next time Fowler orders those custard-filled Krispy Kremes you like.”

You giggled into your hand as a round of bickering ensued and left them to it, so you could fumble around in the kitchen for a bit, deciding to make yourself some hot chocolate. You absently paid attention to the news segment playing on the wall-mounted TV. It was only quiet, but you didn’t need to hear to know what they were talking about. Disturbing videos of people recording the infected – this was the official term for them now – wandering around outside their homes; others were holed up in offices, fast food restaurants, and so on.

The screen transitioned to another news chopper hovering above a ritzy neighbourhood you’d travelled past many times. The well-known freelance reporter, Joss Douglas, was talking up a storm, eyes wide as he gestured to the building in the background. The cameras then zoomed into a black chopper in the distance – SWAT?

That can’t be good, you thought with apprehension.

The others were paying attention, too, now. More hovering and talking, and suddenly, there was a thunderous booming sound. The camera shook violently before the live feed cut out to a black screen, and it wasn’t long before you heard the real thing in the distance, startling you as the ground rumbled beneath your feet. Your cup slipped out of your hand, spilling hot chocolate everywhere.

The reaction was instant. Chairs in the bullpen rolled back as their owners stood, alarmed, and Captain Fowler stormed out of his office with a slam of the door against the railing. Lewis, Person and Wilson went to join him in the bullpen, and you froze, unsure of what to do. A series of hushed shouting ensued, mainly between Fowler and Hank, so you decided to stay in your temporary safe haven until they finished hashing it out.

That is until you saw Nines. The tall android was lingering in the hallway; his eyes narrowed and calculating as he watched the scene unfold before him. His stance was rigid, his arms practically pinned to his side.

Was he there the whole time?

You wondered what was going through his mind. Was he worried? Anxious? Was he itching to get out in the field and regain some semblance of control? He looked like that kind of person. Someone that liked to be in control – liked order. Of course, you knew next to nothing about deviated androids and their personalities, so you were going purely off his appearance here.

Icy eyes suddenly met yours, and you faltered, quickly moving to clean up the mess you’d made. You could feel the burn of his eyes lingering on the back of your neck as you knelt down, preying he couldn’t tell how fast your heart was racing. What was it about him that… unsettled you?

Someone called your name, “Are you all right?”

It was Connor. He was crouching beside you with a trash can for the soiled paper towels. You subtly peeked around him, somewhat relieved to find Nines had disappeared again.

“Y-yeah, just startled, that’s all. What’s going on?”

“The government has issued an official warning to evacuate central Detroit. The military has set up a quarantine zone for survivors on the city’s outskirts.”

“Shit,” your shoulders slumped at the news.

You still haven’t heard anything from your parents yet. Should you try calling again? Should you bite the bullet and head over to the hospital?

Connor was quick to notice your hesitance. “I highly recommend going to the quarantine zone,” he insisted. “It’s the safest option for you.”

“What about you?” You asked after some thought. “Where will you go?”

Your question seemed to throw him off guard, his brown eyes flitting up to yours. There was something unreadable in his expression.

“I go where Hank goes.”

Your lips twitched into a smile at his response. Their father-son dynamic was really quite adorable. Your neck craned back slightly to maintain eye contact with him as he straightened up beside you, the last of the mess finally cleaned up.

“You reckon he’ll mind if I tag along?”

He returned your smile then. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

The two of you joined the others back out in the bullpen after Connor kindly offered to rewrap your wounded palms and make you another hot chocolate. You’d stood at the bar tables yet again as he moved around the break room with surprising fluidity, blatantly checking him out every time his back was turned. It was difficult not to when there was nothing else to focus on.

Someone else had joined the ranks, you noticed – or re-joined the ranks, that is. Chris – the officer who’d stayed behind at the café – had returned, standing beside Gavin with folded arms. He looked a little worse for wear (no different to Fowler) as he nodded along to whatever his co-worker was saying to him. You didn’t know him, but you were glad he was safe. You could only wonder what happened to the others at the café and made a mental note to ask him later.

You tuned into Fowler’s words.

“Since shit’s hit the fan, I want all of you to take what you need. Head office has bigger things to worry about than some missing equipment. If things continue the way they are, then I doubt it’ll matter anyway...” He drifted off.

“Appreciate it, Sir,” Officer Wilson said gratefully. He clapped his superior on the shoulder, “I’m sure we’ll catch up at the QZ anyway, right?”

“I’m heading straight there!” Officer Person chimed in, “I haven’t got any family to worry about here.”

You wished you could say the same. You could only hope yours had gotten the message and were on their way already.

“Alright, folks,” Fowler continued, looking disgruntled. “Do what you need to do, and for God’s sake, stay safe out there.”

Everyone was quick to disperse after that, quietly muttering to each other as they prepared to leave. You sat quietly at Hank’s desk once again after retrieving your jacket from the restroom door. The dark blood stains were noticeable, but it would have to do for now. Depending on what way Hank was heading, perhaps you could ask to stop at your apartment building if it wasn’t overrun. You could change into better clothing, and you couldn’t leave your cats to suffer.

Hank eventually joined you with a DPD-issued duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He inclined his head towards you, “Connor says you want to come with us?”

“If you don’t mind, of course.”

He chuckled, “Heh, if you don’t mind being squished in the backseat with him, then knock yourself out!”

“He’s not sitting shotgun?” You asked, finding it odd.

“He usually does, but Nines is coming, too. He’s bigger than Connor, so I figured I’d stick him up the front. Save you from being flattened and all.”

You pursed your lips. If Hank and Connor liked him enough to let him tag along, then surely, he was alright. On the other hand, perhaps you’d judged him too quickly. He could be the sweetest guy out there for all you knew.

It wasn’t long before the two androids joined you and Hank, Nines also shouldering a large duffle bag. You followed them as they led the way to the car. It was unnervingly quiet in the station’s garage, your footsteps echoing along with theirs. Your eyes widened when Hank unlocked his car. Finally, it dawned on you why he was so amused about you being squished in the back.

He pulled his seat forward so you could climb in. Once Connor hopped in beside you, there really wasn’t much room left. He apologised not once but twice as his knee knocked into yours while he tried to adjust himself into a comfortable position. Since he was tall, he had to keep his legs apart lest they dig into the back of the driver’s seat.

You buckled up as the car started, Nines now situated in front of you. You nearly shat yourself when the speakers blared heavy metal music. Hank swore and shut it off completely.

“Fuck, I really hope none of those things are around,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I scanned the garage upon entering,” Nines declared, surprising you with his deep voice. “We are the only ones here, save for Detective Reed.”

Despite what he’d said, you couldn’t stop your eyes from searching out the window. Thankfully, you only saw Gavin hopping into the driver’s seat of a black Jeep in the distance. He was shaking his head, most likely in response to the obnoxious show he’d just witnessed from Hank.

“What way are we headed?” You asked as the lieutenant backed out.

“Why’s that?”

You hesitated. “If it’s on the way, I wanted to stop by to grab a few things and let my cats free.”

Connor asked for your address, and you told him. He addressed Hank after a few flickers of his LED. “It’s not too far from yours, Hank.”

The lieutenant looked at you in the rear-view mirror then. “We’ll check it out, then.”

You gave him a small smile in thanks, tensing as the car pulled out into the street. Your eyes immediately landed on some infected wandering around out the front of the station. Those demonic screams you’d heard last night returned as they spotted the car and began sprinting towards it. Hank put his foot down and sped off, giving them no time to catch up.

Turning in your seat, you watched them as they did the same thing to Gavin’s black Jeep as it pulled out of the garage. You winced as he ran one of them over. Whether it was unintentional or not, you were unsure. Though, if you had to guess, it was most likely the latter.

Wonder where he’s heading…

Unsurprisingly, a few other cars were zipping around without a care in the world for the stop signs and lights they were flying through. Momentum had you sliding and bumping into Connor several times as Hank swerved to avoid them, cursing and flipping the bird in the hopes they’d see it. Unfortunately, they most likely wouldn’t.

“Would you like me to drive, Lieutenant?” Nines asked finally after another swerve.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a touch of cheek in his tone.

You caught Hank rolling his eyes in the mirror, “I’ve got it, smartass.”

You held in a giggle. So, Nines was being cheeky, then.

Ten minutes later, the car was parallel parked between some dumpsters in a quiet back street that led to your apartment complex. You fished around in your pocket for your access card and unbuckled your seat belt to get out while Hank went on about ‘being sitting ducks out here’ and that ‘you had ten minutes, tops’.

You were surprised when Connor followed behind you as Nines let you out but thankful to have the company. The two androids shared a silent look, their LEDs flickering before Nines left you to it. A flash of irritation slipped across Connor’s face, but it was gone before you could get a good look.

You frowned. What was that about?

Shaking your head, you took the lead and led Connor up to the fifth floor where your apartment was. The hallways were insanely quiet. No muffled noises of TVs from behind closed doors, no shouting from that noisy neighbour a few doors down, no kids causing a racket at nine in the morning – it was nerve-wracking but expected.

A look of horror crossed your face when you noticed the door to your home was already open, a few food wrappers and clothes articles scattered across the floor leading out. It was hard to miss the splatters of blood along with it, though you couldn’t tell if it was leading in or out.

Connor immediately took the lead, gently beckoning you behind him, even as his face hardened into a dark expression. His posture was rigid as if waiting for an attack, and you just knew he was scanning the apartment when the two of you cautiously entered. He seemed to be weighing up his options as he paused in the middle of your trashed living room, his left hand reaching for something inside his jacket and then stopping as if he’d changed his mind at the last second.

Your eyes worriedly searched for any signs of your cats, but there were none. Even their food and water bowls were missing, which was alarming. Had someone taken them? Were they somewhere in the building?

You experimentally tiptoed away from Connor to try and catch a glimpse inside your kitchen, but he glared at you (a first – and hopefully the last because, damn, that sent shivers down your spine), and you halted at his silent command. There was no way he was about to let you wander off on your own, even if you knew this place like the back of your hand.

He proceeded further into your apartment, entering a small hall that housed the main bedroom, your parent’s guest suite and the bathroom. Blood scraped along the walls this time, and it was clear they led to your room. The door was ajar, and you noticed with a sinking feeling in your stomach a few clumps of grey fur on the carpet.

You froze on the spot, your breaths coming out shakier when your ears finally picked up the sounds of crunching and squelching from inside – the tell-tale signs that the infected were nearby.

Connor pushed onward, crouching slightly as he nudged the door open fully. Crouched over your beloved pets was a lone infected woman, hands bloodied as she shovelled innards in her mouth. You couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped your mouth at the gory sight, tears welling in your eyes.

Big mistake.

Her attention snapped up to you, and there was a split second before she completely bypassed Connor and hurled herself toward you. That awful, high-pitched shriek sounded so much louder inside your small hallway, leaving your ears ringing. The air left your lungs as you were tackled to the floor, very nearly knocking your head for the second time in two days.

Connor was quick to tear her away from you, hurling her back into the bedroom with a strength humans would struggle to match. His larger frame proceeded to block the doorway, preventing the frenzied monster from reaching you as she continued to howl.

“H-holy shit!” You uttered out of pure shock.

She was completely ignoring the android in front of her, her arms reaching around him in a failed attempt to take a swipe at you.

“She doesn’t see me!” Connor quickly confirmed your thoughts, grunting as he shoved her back again and shut the door behind him, leaving you to deal with the revelation alone.

Of course, she wouldn’t. Unlike you, he wasn’t made of flesh, warm blood and bone. He was made of hard plastic, long wires, and blue blood. He wasn’t the tasty meal here. You were - the human. It was easy to forget that when Connor was so human himself.

A muffled gunshot sounded from inside the room, and you jumped, taking a cautious step toward it. “C-Connor?” You called out, voice unbelievably shaky.

The door swung open again, and Connor surged forward, wrapping his long arms around you. You heard the door click shut but couldn’t find it in you to care as hot tears finally began to roll down your cheeks. A hand gently ran through your hair while the other maintained a firm grip on your back.

After what felt like hours, he pulled back and assessed your form. You shook your head to tell him you were fine, the words unable to audibly leave your mouth. He finally straightened up, eyes and LED flickering momentarily like they had when he’d communicated silently with Nines. Were they talking again?

“Is there anything you want from your room?” He asked, deep brown eyes searching your face. He still didn’t seem convinced you were okay. “It’s better if I get it for you.”

“Just s-some clothes… if you could. T-there’s uh…” you swallowed thickly, trying to compose yourself. “There’s a backpack near the bed. Just stuff whatever you think I'll need in there."

He moved to enter the room again, but you quickly grabbed his hand, shocking the both of you. His gaze landed on you again, inquisitive this time. “And please, if their collars are in there, could you…?” You trailed off, but he seemed to understand.

Tears continued to fall even after he’d retrieved your belongings, even after he led you back outside and helped you into the car, ignoring Nines probing stare and Hank’s questions of ‘what the fuck happened’ and ‘why’d you take so long.’ They only stopped when you fell into a restless nap, head resting atop Connor’s shoulder.

You would worry about their questions later.

#shit's getting heavy #sorry reader hahah #i'm so mean #this shit's not beta'd soz #dbh fic #dbh au #fanfiction #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor dbh x reader #connor dbh #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #female reader #detroit become human #fic: detroit ground zero #cross posted on ao3

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thelittlestoflives · 1 year ago

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Maybe a part 1? Maybe a big load of nothing? All I know is I have JJK brainrot and I love these guys.

This is just a little drabble I did about the last interaction with Suguru.

Def not proofread, just vibes only!!!!!

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“Hey, you.” Came a familiar voice. Suguru stood behind you, leaning against a wall with his arms folded. You stared at him like he was a ghost.

“Yep, it’s me, the criminal.” He smirked.

“Suguru, what have you done?” You hiss, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the crowd of people near you both. “Please, Sugu…”

He smiled sadly. “Something that should’ve been done a long time ago. You’re not going to try to convince me to stay, are you?”

“You’re not going to convince me to try and join you, are you?” You fired right back venomously.

He chuckled.

“As if anyone could convince you to do anything.” He looked at you fondly.

“Don’t do that.” You mutter, looking down.

“Don’t do what?”

“Act like everything is fine. Like we’re friends.”

“Aren’t we?”

“Sugu… Your parents.”

“A necessary evil.”

“Evil, yeah. Necessary? Never.”

‘You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.” You snapped, throwing your hands in the air with exasperation. “Seriously. Explain it to me! I beg you. I beg you. I need to know why one of my best friends did this. How someone so kind, someone I love so much could do this.”

He looked at you, a sad smile plastered on his face. Somehow, his eyes looked brighter than they had in months.

You grab his hands, a look of surprise flashing across his features. You held them within your own, a lump in your throat.

“Please. Please. It isn’t too late. You can still come back. You can be with me and Satoru and Shoko. We once said we’d follow each other anywhere. I can’t if you choose this. Please don’t go somewhere we- I can’t follow.” The dam broke, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

His face was hard and unreadable.

“Y/N…”

“Please.” You choke out, desperation clawing up your throat.

He sighed.

“Look, I know my decision must seem unthinkable to you. But this is something that needs to be done. Aren’t you tired of this? Being a cog in the machine, being used to get rid of something that humans create? Forced to clean up the problems of others? We can stop this. We can end it.”

“You’re playing god. It isn’t right.”

“Isn’t it?” He snapped. “You of all people should know how shit my technique is. How much I suffer every time. And you think that’s right?”

“That’s not what I said I-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he hissed.

“No! That’s not what I was going-”

“It’s easy for you and Satoru. You have no idea what it’s like.”

You felt like he slapped you.

“Excuse me? I have ‘no idea’?” You laugh bitterly. “Give me a fucking break. Do you think I would’ve chosen this life? Do you think that I enjoy the fact our peers die around us all the time? That most of us won’t make it to 40? That I have to deal with the most horrific cases, the most evil cursed spirits? That I have to leave everyone in the non-sorcerer world behind? You’re joking.”

He sighed again and rubbed his temples.

“If you truly understood, then you’d come with me.”

You scoffed. “Wonderful. So my two options are either to stay a sorcerer and watch everyone I love die around me or commit mass genocide? That’s just great. Just great.” You felt almost hysterical with emotion. You wanted so badly to turn the clock, to pinpoint the moment everything fell apart. To prevent this. But was there any way to prevent this?

“Y/N…” Suguru said. “I’m sorry, this is the only way.”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think it is. But I think you’ve made your mind up, haven’t you?”

He simply looked at you with unreadable eyes.

“Will I… Will I ever see you again?” You whisper, hating how timid and meek you sound.

“Maybe one day.” He said wistfully, watching the crowds of people walk past you both.

A sob wracked out of your chest.

“Can I hug you? One last time?” You choke, barely giving him time to answer before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You’re my best friend. I’m glad… I’m glad that we found each other, even though it was brief.” You murmur into his chest. You feel him stiffen but hug you back regardless.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he whispers.

“You bastard!” Satoru’s voice called down the street. “And you, Y/N? You’re going with him?”

You step back, sniffing slightly, shaking your head. You glance at Suguru, before walking over to Satoru. He was enraged. You’d never seen him like that. He trembled as he scanned your tear-stained face while you approached him.

“Did he hurt you?” He whispered hoarsely.

“Not physically anyway.” You stood beside him, arms almost touching as you stared at the boy who had betrayed you both.

Satoru yelled. He yelled and yelled at Suguru, who simply watched him with a sort of amusement.

Suguru walked away, and Satoru held up his hands to curse him, then dropped them. He stared after the spot Suguru had been standing. You cried silently beside him.

“Let’s go, Y/N,” he said softly.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk season 2 #idk what im doing #let me know what you think if you want #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #hidden inventory arc #hidden inventory x reader #jjk fanfiction #jjk drabble

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in-my-feels-probably · 2 years ago

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✨800 Followers Celebration✨

just hit 800 followers, omg. thank you so much!

doing another followers celebration, of course! as promised, this one has a few more character and fandom options than the last one since i had time to plan this out, but the ships and blurbs are still the same premise.

this celebration will be open for one week. starting today, march 6th, ending on march 13th. please don't send anything in past night time on the 13th.

if you want to participate, keep reading :)

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the fandoms i can do this for are harry potter (marauders era), game of thrones, house of the dragon, outer banks, and the grishaverse (six of crows and shadow and bone). i'm sorry for the lack of options this time.

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to participate, give me one of the aforementioned fandoms and i'll ship you with a character from it and write a blurb!

if you would like, you can instead give me a character instead of having me choose one for you. i'll still write you a blurb and explain why i think the character would like you. please still send in the information below if you choose this option.

just give me a bit about yourself, whatever information you’re willing to share. it can be a physical description, your favorite things (like books, movies, places, music, songs, tropes), your hobbies and interests. any information about yourself (and specific scenarios if you want one) that you want to share and you think would help me give you a character, its all up to you, go wild. this part is required to get a ship.

if there are any characters from the fandom you choose that you don’t want me to consider shipping you with, let me know and i'll avoid choosing them.

if you choose to have me ship you with someone rather than you giving me a character, if necessary--and only if you’re willing to--please specify your pronouns (and/or sexuality, or just say if you want me to ship you with a certain gender) and i’ll do my best to give you your best fit in my opinion.

i’m going to ship you (either platonically or romantically, up to you, please specify) with a character from a fandom of your choice. i’ll write a little blurb for you with the character/why i think they’d like you. if you give me a character to write you a blurb for, also please specify whether you want me to writr it platonically or romantically.

✨to participate, just give me a fandom, any information you want to share about yourself, whether you want the ship to be platonic or romantic, any characters you want me to avoid, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can with a ship and a blurb!✨

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i just wanted to say thank you again, im gaining followers so fast and i really appreciate all the love and support with my work. very much appreciate you all and anyone who has supported my work in any way, and i hope you participate and enjoy :)

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leportraitducadavre · 1 year ago

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I wasn’t sure about posting this, as it’s an explanation I don’t think is required or mandatory of me to make but I feel like giving, this wasn’t prompted by any recent exchange nor ask, so please don’t think I’m speaking about someone specifically, as I’ve had this post in the drafts for a while; I just think it’s time to post it here to have a precedent in case a similar situation should occur.

[Warning: I’m using the singular person "you" to explain actions taken by people over the course of my time on Tumblr. It is not aimed at any specific person or the reader in particular.]

As you might know, I’m a human being -and as such, I make mistakes or have opinions that some people might disagree on. I think I’m mature enough to own up to them or even challenge my views. I know that my personality isn’t for everyone -I do think I’m mostly approachable, but I understand those that choose not to interact with me under those premises.

In that sense, if you only care about my “analyzer persona” (for lack of a better word) which is a totally valid take, then feel free to ignore this post as I’m now allowing myself to speak about my personal boundaries and my zone of comfort.

I have no problem with people disagreeing with me or commenting on my posts. I’ve posted them on a site where discussions and debates are the usual norm and I accepted the rules of the game, I know what I’m getting into when clicking on the “post” button. That being said, I can’t and won’t condone unpoliteness. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt as you see, people’s speeches can come off with a harsher tone than was intended when in writing; but if you have specifically reproduced more than once such conduct or mannerisms when trying to interact with me, then I’m blocking you.

You can’t reply to a post of mine to argue with it and, once I reply, simply cut the conversation short; you’re the one who initiated the debate in the first place, why are you shutting down the door you opened simply because my response didn’t validate your point of view? If you want to have the last word, then maybe express it in a space that allows you to take control of the narrative (as, your own blog).

Demanding me to give you (and the narrative in itself) a plausible solution for a character’s conundrum is never the point of my posts nor my job as a reader/analyzer; I have to perform twice the job because you either deny there’s a problem in the first place or can’t concoct a better political system. You can’t justify a character’s actions by asking the critics to “give me a solution then!”, because that’s not how story-framing works, as I was analyzing what actually happened in the story. Demanding such a thing is either justifying the narrative because “I would’ve reacted the same way!” (which is nothing but self-projection) or denying it of any value because “I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” (which is, again, self-projection). A character took a decision and I analyzed its reasoning; it’s not my job to search for a solution (and likely fail to give a plausible and/or bulleproof solution, as that was actually what many of you are actually looking for to undermine my analysis) in order to make a character look “less” evil because they had no other choice. The options were doing it or not doing it -each of them has different implications and consequences. We only saw and have canon evidence of what happened when they took one of the two; I make posts about that specific situation.

In addition, I consider extremely distasteful those who send you to Google the concepts that they consider relevant for their point of view, if they believe them to be that detrimental to their theory, then they should make sure everyone participating has the same notion they're handling. Otherwise, it's like they want to dismiss your case because you're "making no effort" to understand them because, you see, it’s my job to build their own arguments.

Finally, I don’t like to indulge in headcanons and “what if” scenarios, I have no problem with them but I don’t see the point in exploring them as much as some people ask me to. For instance, since I’m a Sasuke-centered blog mostly, if what you want is to take away Sasuke from the overall structure to give him a "good story", then you’re destroying him whole. Sasuke works as well as he does because he’s the complete opposite of the setting he's thrown inside of. Take away Sasuke and the plot doesn't work. Take away the shinobi system and Sasuke ceases to exist. Sasuke exists as an opposition, if he suddenly has nothing to oppose, then he’s done. Is the ending shit? Yes. Is the ending realistic? Also yes, heartbreaking, but realistic, as winning against the oppressive system is close to impossible. Naruto’s ending wants to give a very idealistic conclusion to a story that will never end in such a way, revolutions and structural changes don’t happen by talking, and Boruto came in to actually prove this when it showed us how Naruto fixed nothing.

#personal #about my naruto metas

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diverseotaku · 2 years ago

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Light & Night: Sariel Sanrio Event Voiced Lines

Please correct me nicely if I've made any mistakes as Chinese isn't my first language. Please do not repost my translations anywhere as well! Thank you :)

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When you tap the other parts of his body while putting on accessories for him

碰多少次也不会有耳朵冒出来。

Regardless of how many times you touch me, ears will not pop out.

我不冷，你可以把这条皇帝的围巾留给自己。

I’m not cold, you can leave this emperor scarf for yourself.

还有比这更好的取暖方式，比如手套。

There are better methods to keep warm, such as gloves.

既然工作会让你神志不清��不如辞职。

Since work makes you unable to think clearly, might as well resign.

Options before taking a picture of him

突然袭击，要拍啦！

ATTACK! I’m taking a picture now!

大耳狗和狐狸，我选狐狸！

Cinnamoroll or fox, I choose fox!

请模仿我见到你时的表…

Please make the expression I have when I see y…

When taking a picture of him

这是今天最后一张.…除了合照。

This is the last picture… except for pictures together.

Voiced lines log

成行幕后: 我本来就知道，你的因公参观毫无信誉。

Behind the scenes of the trip: I knew from the start, your business visit completely lacks credit. [1]

情侣装之辩: 我说了，只是色系相似，和情侣装没关系。

Couple outfit debate: I’ve already said, only the colours are similar, there is no relation to couple outfits. [2]

极限反杀: 看来某些胆小鬼，只敢问问题，不敢听回答。

Ultimate counter kill: Seems like a certain scaredy cat only dares to ask questions, but not hear the answer. [3]

读心宗师: 读笨鸟的想法，根本不需要机器帮忙。

Mindreading master: Reading a clumsy bird’s thoughts never needed any help from machines

远大前程: 作为某人乱封的终身导师，我有我的责任。

Great expectations: As a certain someone’s appointed lifelong mentor, I have my responsibilities.

爱的证明: 解释一下，我的姓名栏后面为什么画了颗心？

Proof of Love: Explain, why is there a heart drawn after the column for my name?

狐鸟让帽: 我说它看起来还可以的前提，是在你头上。

Fox Bird Hat: When I said it looks fine, it’s because it’s on your head.

(When I said that it looks fine, the prerequisite is that it is on your head.)

薛定谔的相像: 这是第十个你说和我一模一样的毛绒玩具。

Schrödinger's resemblance: This is the 10th time you’ve said that this plush toy is exactly like me. [4]

职业素养: 戴它是因为设计还不错，只是恰好作者是你。

Professionalism: I wear it because the design is not bad, it’s just that it happens that the creator is you. [5]

Translator’s Notes

[1] The reason why they went on this date was that MC had special tickets, which she obtained as Prestine was planning a Cinamoroll collaboration series. MC said it was a work trip as an excuse to go out with Sariel

[2] In the first chapter of the event story, MC points out that Sariel’s clothes matched the Cinnamoroll theme, and QiShe tells MC that Sariel has not worn these colours n hundreds of years. Sariel then says that he didn’t do it because of the location’s theme, and says that it is because he knew that MC would dress to match the Cinamoroll theme. (Implying that he wanted to match outfits with her!!)

[3] MC asked Sariel if she was his most important person but did not dare to answer herself

[4] There was a machine that would give a Cinnamoroll plush which matches your expression, and the plush Sariel is holding in the pictures is from there

[5] MC designed some of the clothes for the Prestine x Cinnamoroll collaboration

#otome #light & night #light and night sariel #zhao lu #光与夜之恋 #齐司礼 #ln sariel #Youtube

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dolllikelove · 6 months ago

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I have anxiety and body image issues. How can I stop being so frightened of sex?

In sexual situations, I freeze and panic, when all I want is to enjoy stress-free physical and romantic relationships I’m a 26-year-old gay man who is desperately afraid of sex. I haven’t had much sex in the past year, and when I do I tend to freeze and panic, which means that I struggle with erection and orgasm even when I’m with someone I genuinely like. The last time this happened, I felt so sick during foreplay that I wanted to cry and leave. I have major anxiety and body image issues. I also identify as both “a side” (which means I’m not interested in anal sex), and demisexual (on the asexuality spectrum), so I feel as if I’m in this triple minority of being gay, not into anal sex and slow to get comfortable with someone intimately. While I have enjoyed sex in the past, I prefer non-sexual intimacy, such as cuddling. Still, I would like to not be so scared of sex, to be able to relax and engage in romantic and physical relationships stress-free. Thinking of yourself as being in a “triple minority” is not helpful. Why categorise yourself? You deserve a far better self-view, and not only in terms of body image. Try to ignore the peer pressure. The three aspects of your sexuality you consider to be negative ones need to be reframed as the positive attributes they actually are. For example, allowing yourself adequate time to become comfortable with intimacy is a smart, self-protective way to approach a relationship, and is likely to improve the quality of your sexual connection. If you are not feeling very interested in sex generally, stop forcing yourself to try to do what you think will be approved of by others – although you should also recognise that you could have increased interest in the future if you learn to manage your anxiety, and if you meet someone with whom you feel perfectly safe. Essentially, you are who you are and you do not need to explain, label or excuse yourself. You may meet the arbitrary criteria for “a side” now – a perfectly valid preference, and a style that you’ve found genuinely gives you more options for pleasure – but any of this might change in the future. What matters is that you gather your confidence and always refuse to be anything other than your true, authentic self. Pamela Stephenson Connolly is a US-based psychotherapist who specialises in treating sexual disorders. If you would like advice from Pamela on sexual matters, send us a brief description of your concerns to [email protected] (please don’t send attachments). Each week, Pamela chooses one problem to answer, which will be published online. She regrets that she cannot enter into personal correspondence. Submissions are subject to our terms and conditions. Continue reading... http://dlvr.it/T9yPZ0

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corelliaxdreaming · 1 year ago

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Dear Yuletide Writer

First of all, thank you! I'm pretty easy to please, and I can't wait to see what you come up with for me.

Secondly, I'd love to receive treats from anyone! I forgot to put this in my sign-up, so I hope this counts too.

I'll list my general likes and dislikes, though there are a small number of exceptions in my notes for specific fandoms.

Likes:

~any genre, hard fluff to hard angst

~any rating

~hurt/comfort, especially emotional

~anxious and/or depressed and/or PTSD-suffering characters + supportive partners/friends who are always there for them even if they don't quite understand what they're going through

~porn with feelings

~aromantic spectrum characters, asexual spectrum characters, and/or queerplatonic relationships. I'm aroace and in a QPR myself, so I have a lot of these types of headcanons.

~“unconventional” relationships in general (coparenting while not being involved romantically/sexually, aroallo or alloace relationships, platonic life partners, being close friends with an ex, polyamory, etc etc)

DNWs:

~noncon/dubcon/cheating/violence between requested characters

~amatonormativity (the idea that romantic relationships are more important than other kinds, the assumption that all people desire a romantic relationship and would automatically be happier with one, sort of a form of arophobia)

~compulsory sexuality (the assumption that all people desire sex and would automatically be happier than without it, sort of a form of acephobia)

Now for specific fandom notes:

We Are A Picturesque Small Town And We Refuse To Be The Setting For Your RomCom - Rachel McKenny

(Chet Anderson, Medical Practitioner, Lumber Industry Professional, Billionaire – My gift must feature one or more of my chosen character tags (giver's choice))

I just love the aromantic vibes this one gives off with all the townspeople being so fed up with romance. What if this in fact a town full of arospecs? Perhaps someone comes there looking for romance and finds about this other way of living. Or perhaps a “couple” (or moresome) from the town follows the steps of one of those stereotypical romance storylines, but they’re really in a platonic/queerplatonic relationship? Would especially love to see Chet show up as aromantic and be totally done with the shenanigans as he prosecuting someone for their crimes.

On the other hand, I can see this turning Twilight Zone-esque. Perhaps there literally can’t be romance past the borders of the town. How and why? What happens if someone with romantic feelings enters? (If you choose this, please be careful not to make it arophobic. For example, no insisting/inferring that not having romance in their live is inherently sad/pathetic/unfulfilling/etc for every single person.)

In either case, it would be super fun to see appearances of some of the little details like the specific businesses (especially the combo ones) and literal holidays mentioned in the piece.

Pocahontas (Disney Movies)

(Mrs. Jenkins, John Rolfe, Pocahontas, John Smith – My gift must feature all of my chosen character tags; or it may use exceptions I explain in the form)

For this one, please include Pocahontas and the Johns; Mrs. Jenkins is fun but optional. (Though they're no nominated, appearances from any of the animal characters would also be enjoyed.) Despite knowing it's based on history, I've always been kind of bummed Pocahontas ended up with Rolfe instead of Smith. But last time I watched, I was struck by how much I liked the idea of them as an OT3. Each pair has a fun dynamic between them, and this way, everybody “wins.”

As a side note, I know these movies are based on some contentious real history with all the sharp corners Disney sanded off. I'm not ignoring that, but I am just looking for something set in this fictional version.

Snuggly Pup Palace (Podcast)

(Listener | Pooch Palace Visitor, Heather, Sam, Daisy – My gift must feature one or more of my chosen character tags (giver's choice))

I just want to see something more in this setting with the same sort of chill vibe. Maybe just a slice of life of how the Pooch Palace runs. Maybe a continuation or sequel of the sleepcast itself. Maybe a bit of expansion on Sam and/or Health and how they came to work here and what they think of it. Daisy might be my favorite fictional dog; what an absolute sweetheart.

FAITH (Airdorf Video Games)

(John Ward, Father Garcia, Amy Martin – My gift must feature one or more of my chosen character tags (giver's choice))

For this fandom specifically, canon levels of violence/gore are fine, even between the requested characters. Religious content is also fine, but please nothing overtly preachy. I'm not religious, and I'm not looking to be converted.

John is my favorite here. My Type when it comes to characters is very much “guy who tries so hard to do the right thing and suffers for it and is kind of a real kicked puppy type.” So just, I dunno, anything kind of about that? Or maybe what happened to him after the game? I don't recall which ending is meant to be “canon,” but I like the one where Garcia basically becomes his mentor. I like that take on their relationship, but I'm also not opposed to shipping them. (Big fan of John's more-or-less canon bisexuality.) I'm also a little fascinated by John's relationship with Amy and how easily she forgives him toward the end of the game, even after everything. How did she reach that point? And how much must that have thrown him for a loop?

Merge Mansion (Video Game)

(Maddie Boulton, Rufus, Emilio Costa, Roddy Took – My gift must feature one or more of my chosen character tags (giver's choice)

I know Maddie never realizing that the guys are coming on to her is an ongoing joke, but it really reads are her being aromantic/arospec to me. I'd love to see some exploration of that. Maybe she doesn't know it yet herself? Maybe she talks to Rufus about how she just doesn't understand?

If not, sort of anything that's just fun and light related to this game and not featuring Maddie romance would be great. Maybe something based on one of the events or areas. I know the actual merge gameplay doesn't really convert to real life, but seeing some of those objects might be fun.

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (Song)

(Eleanor Rigby, Father McKenzie – My gift must feature one or more of my chosen character tags (giver's choice))

I don't get out much musically, so I've just heard this song for the first time relatively recently (specifically the Cody Fry version) and was kinda fascinated by it. What is Eleanor's story? Does McKenzie really give sermons to an empty church? What is their relationship (now romantic/sexual please!) How lonely are they really? My brain likes the idea that Eleanor might be aro/arospec and alone by choice. (And if you wanna go weird, some dark corner of my brain likes the idea of her face in a jar being literal.)

#yuletide #yuletide 2023

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farewellfuneralsau · 2 years ago

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