#like no it's not that there's anything wrong with my body because i don't feel good wearing what a lot of people do

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello! I would like to make a request about Dae-Ho, a character I love. I would like the story to show how Dae-Ho and the reader develop a special connection during the games, despite being on opposite sides. She is part of Thanos' team, but they still interact frequently. On one of those nights, they kiss and promise to get to know each other better once it's all over. However, that promise is not fulfilled because she dies in the carousel game.

I hope this story fits the bill. Happy holidays! <3

Anything Is Possible?

KANG DAE-HO X READER

Summary- You are number 230's, rapper Choi Su-bong, sister. Just because you are on 'Thanos Team', does that mean you can Dae-Ho cant get together? Will you survive long enough?

Warnings- Squid Games, Angst, mentions of blood, murder, and death

A/N- I combined this ask with another anon request, "badass reader and daeho! maybe she is related to 100 and that's why the romance is kind of forbidden but she doesn't agree with his actions and thinks daeho is very cute. I would love a first kiss between the two, which she initiated and he was all embarrassed but really excited" I hope y'all don't mind, they were very similar!

Word Count- 4,605

"What is your problem!" You found yourself yelling at your brother. While this was not uncommon, the situation surely was. Thanos the rapper, or just known as Choi Su-bong to you, had pushed several people down on purpose. This killed them in the Red light, Green light game.

"You killed them!" You continued, though he did not seem to care.

"Look, as far as 'The Thanos' is concerned, each body means more cash for MOI!" He spoke, uncaring.

"Oh, and if it was me, would you let me get shot!" You crossed your arms, eyeing him up and down.

He looked around, checking for any guards. He then slipped out his cross form under his shirt. You knew he had some kind of drug in there.

"Look, if it will shut you up, you can have one. But keep your mouth closed!" He ushered his cross in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

"I'd like to at least be aware of my surrounding in a death defying game!" "Shhh, Shhhh!" His face scrunched up as he looked at you, offended. He thought someone might have been drawn to your choice words.

You scoffed and walked off, sitting on the edge of a bed to catch a train of thought.

With a puff, you pressed your head into your hands. Could you really go on like this? Risking your life? Then it hit you, your life was over either way. Loan sharks were bound to kill you the second you left... Might as well go out with a bang?

The gruesome thought lingered until you felt the bed sink next to you.

"Thanos, I don't want to-" You looked up to not see your brother. Instead a man with a '388' on his jacket.

"Well I'm not sure who 'Thanos' is, but are you doing okay?" He looked genuinely concerned.

You started at him for a second, "Like fifty people just died..."

He faltered, "W-well yeah... Obviously you aren't okay... I just, I saw you arguing with that guy... The one with purple hair." You sigh again at his response. Well, this might be the last conversation you ever have. Why not be an open book!

"That's my brother. He thinks since he got one hit song, he can boss anyone around." You again rolled your eyes at the thought of him.

"Oh... I see. I-I have three older sisters, I know how it can get." He said, trying to offer you some sort of condolence.

You gave a side smile at him, appreciative of his efforts. "Thanks... What got you into these games?" You figured there's no reason for 'proper exchanges.' What was the point anymore?

He seemed ashamed at the question. "Sorry, if it makes you feel any better- I'm about 30 million won in debt. Some online crypto coin my brother swindled me into. Lost big time." You explained.

He shook his head, "No, no, its fine. See, I was a marine. Couldn't find a job after I got out. Guess I just got carried away with the wrong people... Got into some bad loans."

You gave a sympathetic face. "That sucks..." He just nodded sheepishly.

A silence fell between you two, but it wasn't awkward or annoying. It just...was.

"Well, uh, which are you going to vote?" He asked like it had been on the tip of his tongue all day.

As the Guards had told us earlier, we would get a chance to vote before the next game. Stay or Go.

"My brother seems pretty adamant on staying... And I honestly don't think it would be smart to piss him off anymore. He's got me in his little clique already." You didn't really know which one you would have chosen if the vote was anonymous.

He nodded in understanding. "I mean, I don't have a groupie or anything. But, you could stick with me if you wanted."

Your heart fluttered. Looking up at him, you seemed to just notice how handsome he was... Then reality hit.

"I deeply appreciate that... But I think you might have better odds without me. Choi- uh Thanos, would probably do something to you... I don't really want to risk it, I'm sorry." You knew that you really did want to be on his team, but you also knew how your brother was.

He had a slight look of defeat on his face, "I get it. I feel confident about the next game. I mean, if they're all children games, how hard can it be? I'll vote the same as you."

You agreed, "Then, maybe I can talk to Thanos? See if he wants another member?" You smiled at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, happily, but the two of you were interrupted when the pink guards came back in. Letting everyone know it was time to vote.

"See ya on the other side." You said, standing up to rejoin Thanos. Plus his newly acquired group of 3.

"Yes ma'am!" He responded, giving a small salute. You just laughed as you glanced at him a last time.

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"Are you crazy!" Thanos whisper-yelled at you, turning the two of you away from the group. "Are you tryna embarrass me in front of my boys!" He scolded you like a child. His arms and shoulders going up.

"It's not that big of a deal, he was a marine, he could be good for us." Thanos just "tsked' in response.

"No. We are already perfecto. No more room." He said as-a-matter-of-fact. His arms making an 'X.'

You turned and looked at the two men staring at you. "Thanos, there are four of us in total. What if the next game is five players!"

"Huh, and what if its four! Then I'd be pushing YOU out, Cause of ya mouth." He made faces at you, then laughed loudly. "I'm just joking sistah! I'd only do that if you really pissed me off.... We are sticking to four." His expression turned serious.

"Fine."

At a mere coincidence, you turned around and saw '388' staring at you. You mouthed a 'sorry' and shook your head. Signalling Thanos said 'no.'

He nodded, then smiled at you anyways. At that, you watched him walk over and sit with a group of 'X's.

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The lights soon went out. You laid back in your bed, trying to get some kind of sleep. It was useless, especially when you heard a 'psst' right next to you.

You turned your head, playing cool, even though it did startle you a bit. "Shh, It's just me." The voice rang familiar, and when you squinted your eyes in the dark your made out number 388's face. He was on his knees, crouched down next to your bed.

"What are you doing!" You whispered at him, sitting up quickly. Thanos and his two members were just a bed away.

"Shhhh, I have something to tell you." He said, his hands were waving slightly, a nervous tick.

You eyed him, moving closer. "What?"

"One of the guys has played these before. He said he won the games...That he knows which one is next."

Your hands rise to rub sleep from your eyes, "Really? You think he's telling the truth?"

With a frantic nod he continues, "It was the guy who knew about the Red light, Green light. Number 456."

You looked down, "Why are you telling me this..." You questioned, unaware of any kind of unconditional kindness.

"I want you to survive, why else?" You locked eyes with him. They were honest and pure.

"Well, what's the next game?" You didn't know how to respond to such generosity. For all he knew you would stab him in the back. Not that you could bring yourself to, not after he snuck over to tell you.

"He said its Dalgona. Ya know, the game where you scratch out the candy shape?" You knew the game, having played it in your youth.

"Make sure you pick the Triangle. It's the easiest one." You nodded.

At that, a shuffle made both of you turn your head. Thanos moved in his sleep, rolling over. His eyes were closed, but he was now facing you.

"You better go, in case he wakes up." You warned, not wanting any drama.

His head shook in agreeance, he raised to walk off.

"Wait!" You whispered, he looked back. "What's your name?"

"Dae-Ho. Dae-ho Kang."

"Thank you, Dae-ho..." The corners of your face rose, almost grinning at yourself saying his name.

He gave a small wave of his hand, another salute. You suppressed a giggle, and laid back down. Sleep came easier this time...

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"Welcome to your second game, this game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes."

You looked around, Dalgona was not a team game. Had Dae-Ho lied to you? No, why else would he sneak over in the middle of the night. It didn't make sense. Maybe 456 was lying?

"Should have listened to me, now we have to find another person." You remarked to your brother, smugly.

"Trust trust, my skeptic sister. Thanos has got this under control!" He spoke about himself, immediately levitating to the closest attractive women. You, once again, found yourself rolling your eyes.

"Señorita, excuse me?" You wanted to physically face palm at his attempt at a pickup line.

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Quickly enough, time selection was up. Everyone was orderly sat in their groups. Conveniently, Dae-Ho and his group sat behind you.

"Dae-Ho." You called, moving to be in his range of sight.

"Ahh, hey!" He said, excitedly. His demeanor changing from skittish when he saw you.

"So, what happened to Dalgona?" You asked, not blaming him- just curious.

He gave an unsure face, equally as confused. "He said the games must not be the same. I'm sorry."

"What for?" You beamed, knowing it was not his fault.

He laughed, "I guess I don't know.."

You just shook your head humorously. "Which game are you going to do?"

"Uhmm, Gong-Gi... My sister's played it a lot, so I'm used to it."

"They've got me doing spinning top. I was never any good at Gong-Gi." You made a glance to Thanos, he was high out of his mind. You caught him slipping Nam-Gyu a pill. He didn't notice you talking to Dae-Ho.

"I wish you the best of luck!" He gave a quick bow of the head.

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The game went smoothly enough. Though, it took much longer than Red light, Green light. Watching all of the teams go one at a time was excruciating.

A handful of words exchanged with Dae-Ho while waiting was calming, it grounded you. He had nothing to gain by helping you, he simply did. It was flattering.

You and Dae-Ho had figured out that his team was going last. It was nerve-wracking to think about him not making it. No one had ever effected you like this before...

Eventually your team went, suffering frequent verbal degration from Thanos and Nam-Gyu. Thankfully your team made it with 8 seconds to spare. Too close for your comfort.

The worst part came when you had to wait. You felt like you could hear a large clock ticking right by your ear.

Would Dae-Ho's team make it? You didn't doubt his Gong-Gi skills, but he was dependent on the skills of his team mates as well. It was terrifying to think they were shot with not enough time to complete the games.

You couldn't bare Thanos bantering, he complained about every survivor. It just made you more paranoid about Dae-Ho's possible death.

Trying to settle your mind, you stepped away from your group, preferring to sit by yourself on the edge on the steps. You picked at your nails, praying he would make it.

Minutes and minutes went by. No one had come out in a while. Was the game finished? Did they die?

Just as you were about to return to your brother hopeless, one last group appeared.

A gasp left you as you watched Dae-Ho's team emerge. You stood up, cheering with a handful of other players. Your hands were clasped gleefully In front of you.

Dae-Ho's gaze was fixed on you, he chuckled. His first raised in victory.

You gave him a salute back.

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You managed to slip away from Thanos. He was too busy hitting on Se-Mi. You were grateful for her, it took some of the pressure and attention off of you. You had to remember to thank her later.

"Dae-Ho!" You called out, he turned around and stepped away from his group.

"You were amazing! You went 'Wooshhh' and got the top first try!" He was practically bouncing on his heels. He mimicked the process of spinning a top with his hands and body.

"Thank you, Thank you." You pretended like you were bowing to an applauding audience.

"How did Gong-Gi go?" You asked, antsy. He rubbed the back on his neck.

He grinned deep, "Would you believe me if I said I got it first try too?"

Your face lit up, "Really!"

"I swear it!" He placed a hand across his chest.

You gave a quick clap to him, "I knew you could do it!"

You felt like a schoolgirl again. Talking to Dae-Ho made you feel like a blushing bride. He was such a ray of light and hope for you.

"What do you think the next game is?" He questioned, taking a seat on a step by the large doors.

You thought for a second, "I don't know, Maybe some kind of mind game. Since the last two have been really physical."

He nodded, "Yeah, maybe, maybe. Thats smart thinking."

You joined him on the step facing him. While you were about to change the conversation, you overheard a few people talk about what they were voting next. It reminded you of the real life-or-death situation you were in.

"So, d'ya think you're going to change your vote?" You became more solemn.

"...Yeah, I just... The others have convinced me. I mean, truly, I shouldn't have voted 'stay' in the first place..." He looked down, almost as if he had disappointed you.

"Honestly, Dae-Ho... I want to leave too... But, but, what if I press 'leave', and we still have to continue the games. Then Thanos would be pissed, and deep down I need him. He's still my brother." You hated the fact, but you were scared of what Thanos would do.

Dae-Ho thought for a moment. He mumbled something you didn't quite catch. "What?" He stood up.

"I can protect you. Honest. With my life." Your breath hitched, you stood up as well.

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. "Oh Dae-Ho... That's just the thing. I can't have you risking your life. Not for me."

He gently lifted your hands into his. "You are worth risking my life for."

"Dae-Ho, you don't even know my name." Your voice quivered.

He nodded quick, "Then lets change that. What's your name." You bit your bottom lip before telling him.

"Now, I can defend you from Thanos. He won't do anything to do." He ended with your name, it sounded angelic coming from his mouth.

"I'm sorry... I just... can't." You let go of his hands, fully set on walking away. But, he stopped you. He grasped your shoulder.

"Please don't go. I'll stop talking about it, I swear." He pleaded. He truly just wanted to be with you, he was content with you.

And you were with him.

You closed your eyes, shook your head. You fought off any kind of objection. "Okay."

The two of you talked and talked, time ran past. You no longer seemed to worry about the games, just that you knew you wanted to stay with Dae-Ho.

Until, the large doors opened and the pink guards once again announced a vote.

You said a quick 'goodbye' to Dae-ho, hoping the games wouldn't continue. Even if you never saw him again, at least he would be alive.

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Much to your dismay, the games would continue another round. The vote wasn't even close this time. It was almost relieving, knowing that your vote was not the determining factor.

Once again, the lights went out to signify the night. You noticed teams were huddling together for protection, taking shifts and keeping watch. It was getting more serious as each hour went by. You could not find rest, feeling extremely uneasy.

While you tried to find some sort of reassurance in Thanos, he was fast asleep. You decided to take your chance and go see Dae-Ho. Just as he had done for you.

You knew the general area where his group was, but couldn't make out specific people in the dark. Not from your distance.

You racked up the nerve to quietly shuffle over. Your socks helping to muffle any noise.

"Shh, someone is coming." You heard a man whisper, it was 456. You could see the large numbers next to the 'O' on his jacket.

"I-is Dae-Ho with you..." You ask, shakily.

"And what do you want with him?" A man next to 456 spoke, defensively.

"I- Hes my friend, I need to talk to him." You tried, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, Sure he is. You're probably trying to get in and take one of us out, huh!" The man 390 rose, acting like he was ready to fight.

You stepped back, "No, really, I swear I'm not!"

You heard your name, a confused Dae-Ho crawled out from under a bed. "Dae-Ho, please tell them in not trying to kill any of you."

"What?" He was still weary from sleep, rubbing his eyes. Once he saw the position you and 390 were in, He quickly stepped between the two of you.

"No, No, she wouldn't do that. Really, whatever shes saying she's telling the truth." Dae-Ho came to your rescue.

"Can we talk Dae-Ho?" You stepped closer to him, both of your hands gently resting on his arm. He nodded rapidly, stepping away from his group.

The two of you found a cluster of abandoned beds, and sat on the floor between them

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" He looked you over for any visible infliction's.

"No, no I'm fine..." You pulled your knees to your chest. "I just wanted to see you." You felt silly once it left your lips.

His face flushed beet red, you could even tell in the dark. His hair falling in his face made you reach a hand out and brush it back. "O-oh"

"You never told me what you think the next game is, Dae-Ho." You needed a distraction.

He shook his head, like he was getting some thoughts out. "I have no idea... I just hope its an easy one. Gi-Hun, uh 456, said that they've already played Tug-of-war, Marbles, and some kind of glass stepping game. So, uh, I would assume none of those would repeat."

"I'm glad I missed Tug-of-war... That would mean the number of survivors would be half..." You thought.

He changed the subject, beginning with your name. "What's wrong? I know you said you wanted to see me, but, I guess I don't understand why."

"Dae-Ho, I don't really know why either. I just, wanted to be with you. I feel safe with you. I feel like I'm alone anytime you walk away..." You blinked away a stray tear.

Dae-Ho was lost in thought, he had thought his feelings weren't reciprocated. Maybe they were after all?

He didn't have time to speak, because you have lounged yourself forward in a burst of confidence. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pushed him to the floor. He was laid on his back with you on top of him, as you pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

His eyes widened, his body went rigid. When you pulled away to look at him, he stammered. "I-I, Uhm."

At his reaction you pulled away quickly, "I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Can you please do that again." He was now giddy, a fat smile on his face. Excitement radiated out of him. "A-are you sure.. You seemed so..."

"No, no, you just caught me off guard, please, please kiss me again." He scrambled to a sit, hoping you would come closer again.

With a refound joy, you moved closer. This time you went slow, making sure to bask in the moment. You once again wrapped your arms around Dea-Ho's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"You're perfect.." He mumbled against your lips. Though, he felt something wet on his face. He pulled away, his eyes soft, "Whats wrong?"

You sniffled, "Promise me. Promise me, that after everything is over, that we will find each other." You asked, pressing your cheek against his.

"I swear it, I swear we will meet after the games." He leaned in for another kiss.

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"Welcome to your third game. The game you will be playing is Mingle."

Okay, this one seemed safe. You had a large group, this can work. You tried to be positive, you had someone to look forward to after the game.

"Heyyy, we'll be mingling together. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?" Thanos went on, trying to hype everyone up. The only one who was just as high as him was Nam-Gyu. It worried you that he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, but at least he wasn't on your tail about everything.

"Please step onto the center platform. When the game starts, the platform will begin to rotate, and you will hear a number. You must form groups of that size, go into the rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds."

You nodded, understanding the rules. Everyone gathered to the platform. You noticed groups staying together, huddling close.

While following Thanos, you passed Dae-Ho's group, you caught his eye and gave him a small salute. It seemed the two of you now had an inside joke.

"Let the game, begin."

At the jump and pull of the platform, you almost lost your balance. You reached a hand out and held onto your brother. He looked over at you, for a split second he actually seemed like your brother. He was there for you.

That's until a muffled snort came from Nam-Gyu. Thanos pushed your hand off, laughing at you.

You sighed and thought of a smart remark, but the platform stopped spinning and a 'Ten' rang out.

Thanos laughed loudly, "We needa four!!" He screamed, shaking his face all about.

"Were four!" A man yelled back, and Thanos took off running. Your eyes widened and you ran after him. "Run, Hurry!" You yelled at Se-Mi, who had stopped to grab Min-Su.

Luckily everyone had made it to the room, just as the door shut the timer went off. The door locked shut. You peaked out of the doors small slit. You didn't see Dae-Ho. A good sign.

Multiple gunshots rang out, each making your body jolt.

"Ha Ha! My family! We did it!" Thanos bantered, clapping some of the men on their backs.

When the doors finally opened again, you looked around. You looked and looked for Dae-Ho. Finally sighing in relief when you saw him. He ran over to you.

"You're okay, thank God!" He hugged you, you held him tight.

You swallowed hard, "It's not over yet. I'll find you after the next round!" You said, quickly finding Thanos again.

"Yeahhhh! Easyyy!" Him and Nam-Gyu joked back and forth. They started dancing to the music as the platform started rotating again.

'Four'

Thanos stopped and looked at his group for a minute. "Gyeong-su, you're with me!" He grabbed his hand, pulling him.

"Damn!" Nam-Gyu said, gripping your arm and pulling you. While you were happy to be chosen, you were worried for Min-su and Se-Mi.

"Lets goooo!" Thanos yelled once we were all in the room.

"Thanos what was that! Gyeong-su over me!" You pointed your finger at him.

"I swear I thought I was pulling you! Besides, you gotta stop running your mouth. You made it, you're fine!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying. Sure, he talked a lot about leaving you. But it was always just talk? Right?

The door opened once again, you were thankful to be away from Thanos. Your new objective was to find Dae-Ho now.

This time, the second you saw him- you ran to him. You no longer cared about what Thanos thought, nor what he'd do.

"I'm so happy to see you." Dae-Ho mumbled into your hair, which his face had been shoved into right after you ran into his arms.

"I have to stay with you, Thanos tried to leave me. I can't make it with him." Dae-Ho didn't hesitate, and pulled you over to his group.

Though, Thanos didn't like that. "Yo, brotha. What're you doing with my sister!" He tried to shove Dae-Ho, but he was bigger and stronger.

The platform started to spin.

"Leave her alone, you obviously cant take care of your sister." He ushered you behind him.

"I don't know what you're talking about bro! I save her, shes only alive because of me and Nam-Gyu!" He argued, leaving out the crucial part of information where he wasn't the one who grabbed you.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I will keep her safe now, you can mind your own business and get along with Nam-Gyu."

They continued to yell and argue over the carousel's music, it was difficult to hear them. Until,

'Three'

Thanos gripped one of your arms, Dae-Ho held another.

"Thanos, let go!" You yelled, trying to pull from his grasp.

It was chaotic, screaming was heard around you. "Dae-Ho, this way!" Two men yelled out, Dae-Ho twisted his head but didn't move.

Your stomach dropped. You couldn't be the reason Dae-Ho would die. You were all running out of time.

"Dae-Ho, go. Please! I'll go with Thanos and Nam-Gyu!"

"I'm not leaving you!" He was adamant about protecting you. Damned everyone else.

"If you don't go, we will all die. Time is running out!" Dae-Ho battled internally, you let go of his hand.

"Go! It's okay, I'll see you in a minute!"

He didn't want to leave, he couldn't. But you made him. When he slowly walked backwards, you let out a relived sigh. You then turned to run with Thanos. Nam-Gyu was already in a room, his yelling ushering you two forward.

It was going to be okay, The three of you in a room. Everything was fine. There was time.

Until, Nam-Gyu moved out of the way... Gyeong-su was behind him... There was already two in the room. Thanos ran in, not thinking twice.

Your running came to a stop right outside of the door. Where Thanos himself had closed it on you.

A "NO!" Was heard from across the room. It was Dae-Ho. He tried to come to you, but he was too far.

Player 456 and player 001 were pulling him into a room. Forcing the door shut. You could see Dae-Ho looking out of the door slit, his hands peaking out as well.

You didn't turn to see what Thanos might have been doing. You didn't care. Not anymore.

You just wanted your last moment to be looking at the most handsome man you'd ever met. His soft eyes were filled with tears as he watched you.

You weren't upset, not scared, not nervous. Not anymore.

It would all be over soon.

You gave him one last salute before a loud bang rang out.

A/N- Not going to lie ya'll, I ate that up. But I still love hearing y'all's constructive criticism! Please LMK if you want to be added to my tag list, TYSM for reading!

Dae-Ho Taglist- @fuzzyscissorsmakerpie-blog @thethreeeyed-raven

[ginnyzero]

In my limited experience, I've noticed if you try to put "interiority" into your story, you start being accused of "head hopping." And "head hopping" to many writers is a "deadly sin." Especially if you're writing any version of third person.

Mostly because third limited and third omni are so fuzzy around the edges of where they meet, no one can really tell you what it means and it will vary from writer to writer and editor to editor.

So what ends up happening is they strip it all out and it becomes this very, yes, cinematic type of experience, an ultimate 3rd Omni if you will, even if they're doing it in 1st POV. In some cases, this is leading to what I call a lack of "physicality" where the author won't even describe what the character's body is doing emotion wise. "I hate those cliches, they pull me out..." I hear. I respond, "your book is flat and lifeless. I don't feel any weight with these characters. I don't feel anything with them." Interiority and physicality give heft to the writing as much as pretty descriptions and snappy dialog. It's simply a tool in a toolbox that needs to be practiced and learned like any other.

What I love about reading is I get to know what the character is thinking and feeling. This is how I connect to them and empathize with them. In general as a writer, the two most important things I try to come up with for a character is a) what do they have in their pockets (if any) and b) what do they think about before they go to sleep? This has not steered me wrong yet.

Of course I have yet to write a story about a writer who thinks about stories before they go to sleep b/c that would feel way too meta. Anyways, bless, and happy writing.

A lot of fiction these days reads as if—as I saw Peter Raleigh put it the other day, and as I’ve discussed it before—the author is trying to describe a video playing in their mind. Often there is little or no interiority. Scenes play out in “real time” without summary. First-person POV stories describe things the character can’t see, but a distant camera could. There’s an overemphasis on characters’ outfits and facial expressions, including my personal pet peeve: the “reaction shot round-up” in which we get a description of every character’s reaction to something as if a camera was cutting between sitcom actors.

When I talk with other creative writing professors, we all seem to agree that interiority is disappearing. Even in first-person POV stories, younger writers often skip describing their character’s hopes, dreams, fears, thoughts, memories, or reactions. This trend is hardly limited to young writers though. I was speaking to an editor yesterday who agreed interiority has largely vanished from commercial fiction, and I think you increasingly notice its absence even in works shelved as “literary fiction.” When interiority does appear on the page, it is often brief and redundant with the dialogue and action. All of this is a great shame. Interiority is perhaps the prime example of an advantage prose as a medium holds over other artforms.

fascinated by this article, "Turning Off the TV in Your Mind," about the influences of visual narratives on writing prose narratives. i def notice the two things i excerpted above in fanfic, which i guess makes even more sense as most of the fic i read is for tv and film. i will also be thinking about its discussion of time in prose - i think that's something i often struggle with and i will try to be more conscious of the differences between screen and page next time i'm writing.

[daenysx]

i got bored so here are some modern!james potter headcanons;

um- sunshine energy at its finest!!

james is one of the prettiest boys you could ever see in your life

his smile lights up every room he walks in

he has to take extra five minutes every morning to fix his hair because he always puts his head wrong on the pillow and messes the shape of his thick, wavy hair

heavy sleeper!! (cutest though, sometimes he sleeps with his mouth open)

he's a morning person but he usually goes to bed early, claiming he has to get 8 hours of sleep

sleeps naked. to your delight.

he likes getting slow back scratches and massages, he is addicted to get kisses on his neck and his cheeks, he LOVES being babied

always runs hot even when the room is cold. he's generous too, he holds your cold body in his arms until you get warmer

i once wrote that he makes the best iced lattes in the morning, i still stand by it

he'd practice to be perfect at making your favorite drink (mine is iced latte so i had to say it-)

breakfast fan!!

he never leaves the apartment with an empty stomach, the worst he can do is take some snacks or fruits with him if he runs late

loves morning runs, morning walks, morning work outs, morning stretches. anything to wake his body up

and we probably all know this but james potter is the type of man who knows his body well

he looks good and he knows it

he also knows what he should do to take care of himself and his health

i mean he likes waking up early and starting his day, but he'll stay in bed with you if it means he'll get cuddles (especially when it's cold)

he tries to wake you up by bribing you with promises of a shower together and breakfast prepared by him

speaking of showers-

um- if you don't mind me being a little smutty here,

james potter loves eating you out

and he loves it more when he gets to wake you up to his mouth

and he does it again when he convinces you into shower

he does it for his own pleasure really

because it feels so good to keep his mouth on you and rubbing himself to soft blankets at the same time

this man is never- and i mean never ashamed of coming into his pants

like seriously, just think about it

he adores that feeling of falling apart for you, he doesn't even need to be touched

needy. and that's hot.

he makes noises in bed. never stays silent. always tells you how you make him feel.

he likes being called 'my love'

king of getting you flowers because 'they made him think of you'

he makes fun of his blurry sight every time he loses his glasses

he can't read for long (sleepy boy alert) but he likes it when you read a book out loud for him

tries to compete with remus on how many movies he can watch in a row without falling asleep

he loses of course

he complains about sirius' smoking (stop acting like a saint prongs) but he takes a few drags when he's too stressed

now that's the thing- james potter doesn't like to burden others with his stress

he keeps things to himself when he's not joking

his glossy eyes give him away though

precious boy

he blinks a few quick tears on your neck when it gets too much

let's keep going with happy james because i can't handle the thought of him being sad

the best hugger ever!!!

strong arms, broad chest, smells perfect, knows how to squeeze your body with the best amount of pressure

you forget everything when he holds you

he never pulls away from a hug first

just my dream guy

another thing- he is so proud of himself when you laugh at his jokes

has a group chat with remus and sirius

never stops sending memes, sometimes drives remus insane

his spotify playlists are so complicated because his music taste changes with every song

he wants you to choose the music every time you're in his car

guys- james potter brainrot is something else, i swear i love him so much

that's all for now, let me know if you'd like a part 2

[just-a-itty-bitty-kitty]

Voice of the Smitten is a coping mechanism. (and so are the other voices)

The same thing applies to the rest of the voices, yes. But for my sanity, today, let's just talk about Smitten[I am ill about him].

Smitten is fixated on the Princess and on appeasing Her because he's born out of a belief that She's their only way to happiness and safety.

In Damsel's chapter 1, LQ establishes for themself that the Narrator is not a safe nor trustworthy person, but unlike Prisoner's ch1, instead of learning to be generally cautious and adopting an idea that there's no one they can fully trust, Quiet puts all of their trust into the Princess.

I strongly believe that, in order to shield themself from a dangerous, unclear, and scary reality, LQ dives into a sort of... 'fairytale' scenario. And that scenario, by extension, becomes the backbone of Smitten's whole worldview. He, just like the rest of the voices, is born out of a need for safety and control, and he knows of it as his purpose and his yearning. His mindset works as a mechanism that protects Quiet from a state of intense stress and discomfort.

So then, what is this mindset, exactly?

Well, for Smitten, expectations of certain roles appear. Roles that everyone has and needs to uphold: The Shining Knight, the Helpless Damsel, the Villain that's keeping them apart.

"Then you should know that we and the Princess are in love and the four of us will be foiling any and all assassination attempts you've got in the works."

These roles bring a sense of comfort. He has this vision of what the world is supposed to be, of what he's supposed to be. Fairytales always have happy endings, so with this vision, there comes a promise of everything working out.

"If he just makes everything go the way it's supposed to, then they'll be safe."

It gives Smitten the role of a protector, someone who controls the situation and wants the best for Quiet, as opposed to the Narrator who has an ulterior motive and clearly just wants to hurt them.

It gives him a sense of control.

So when something goes wrong, it feels like that control is yanked away, and that threatens his and LQ's safety. It takes away his happy ending that he tries so hard to keep.

"We'll get our happy ending, even if it damns each and every person who's ever lived!"

Another thing worth remembering is that the voices and LQ are at least under the impression that they haven't been living for very long. The only experiences they have to go off of, to learn from, are the ones we see in Chapter 1 and then on. To Smitten, the last time things went awry, they died horribly.

So it's no wonder he freaks out and feels like he has to push back for control. And that is also why he sees no problem with killing Quiet's body or even detaching himself from them entirely.

"Don't mind my sacrifice. It's a fair price to pay to give her everything she doesn't know she wants."

He places the responsibility for taking care of everyone on himself. Smitten is firmly under the impression that he "knows better". And he's even proven right a fair amount of times, which only solidifies the idea in his head.

"I told you! There's no life more worth living than that of a true believer!"

"I told you our love was insurmountable!"

But that also means Smitten unintentionally traps himself(and everyone around him) into a box, limiting his potential to just that, a shallow role. And that creates the feeling of inferiority.

His role is all there is to him, so if he can't uphold it, then it means there's something fundamentally wrong with him. It means he's failed.

In fact, Smitten seems to be laser-focused on his own shortcomings, at least when it comes to the Princess.

If She's somehow unhappy with anything Smitten has to offer, then it's not because She did something wrong, or because of some outside factor out of their control(he doesn't want to accept anything being out of his control, even if it would seemingly benefit him). No, it's because Smitten wasn't enough.

He idolizes Her while putting himself down.

"That's because she's perfect!"

It's a bit more complicated with The Long Quiet. On one hand, they are technically one person, but on the other, the voices like to distinguish themselves and seem to have a sense of their own identity.

If we take a look at one of Damsel's third chapters: The Burned Grey, Smitten is very distraught and angry at Quiet, and yet also berates himself at the same time.

"Ah, yes. The mirror. So we can see the monster we've become."

"No, my love! You did nothing wrong! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY, NOT YOU!"

So I think we can assume that it's a mix of both. He may feel angry at LQ but will ultimately blame himself.

Because it's his job to make sure everything went smoothly. It's his job to make sure that She was happy, because if She's happy – they're happy and they just threw all of his work away, but he was supposed to stop them. He was supposed to keep them happy.

He was supposed to keep them happy.

[bunnyboyzyon]

tagged by @rareblackcat 🖤🐇

I'm answering this as a nonhuman, I don't identify with alterhuman

1: Holothere/physical therian and otherkin (I know it's a separate thing but they're intertwined for me so I'm a pet regressor too)

2: Holothere is rabbit, otherkin is vampire, and pet regression is dog and the species change. I'm usually all 3 at the same time because recently there hasn't been a time where I haven't been somewhat regressed

3: The only shifts I get are wing shifts which are connected to my chronic pain, everytime my back hurts I feel them and it's painful and can cause regression

4: I don't know, I just live like this there isn't anything special I feel or experience because I just am a bunny unless I'm heavily regressed, in that case going nonverbal and generally not doing anything but being curled up and refusing to eat and generally exhibiting behaviours of dog depression

5: I'm not very welcomed in the community for various reasons 💖💖💖🐇 there's the ones who think physical therians are mentally ill, the ones who pretend only canine therians exist, the ones that think only white therians exist, the ones who think people who are transspecies are mocking the transgender community, the ones who forget disabled people exist, the anti kink ones, the ones who forget that wanting to have an animal body does not mean just paws and a tail and can in fact mean genitalia too (god that animal packer discourse was stupid) as well as a few other things. I don't like to interact with the community and just stick to my mutuals

6: when my partner says they're petting me (we're long distance)

7: no not really

8: it's okay to be wrong, it's okay for your identity to change

9: badly made dog tail that I don't need unless someone wants to physically pet my tail

10: imprinting on tv, watching shows exclusively with anthropomorphic animals as the characters when I was younger, I know I wasn't always this way but at a young age I saw that animal bodies I saw on tv were just so much cooler than human bodies and slowly to morph into that

11: @t4z-0n-p4wz @mons7errr @astrorain-e idk if you identify but worth tagging anyway

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[nkplanet]

MORE THAN A FEELING

dean x younger sibling!reader (sam makes an appearance) cw hurt/comfort, reader has long hair, mentions of injury/kidnapping/possession, takes place after meg!sam but nothing otherwise specified wc 919

summary a demon uses your hair to grab and possess you on a hunt. dean helps you cut it afterwards note my first spn fic aaaa

the hunt couldn’t have gone any worse. it was supposed to be a simple exorcism. the demon wasn’t displaying any aggressive qualities, aside from holding people in an abandoned house.

of course, with your luck, it turned aggressive the second you, sam, and dean stepped foot in the house. it had attacked the three of you, grabbing your hair to pull you towards it and leaving its host body to possess you, forcing you to attack your brothers.

you'd been shaken up after the incident, and rightfully so. you hadn't seen a possession before, nevermind getting possessed yourself. you'd been quiet throughout the cleanup and slept through the journey back to your motel, ignoring your injured wrist and potential concussion from the fight. the boys had let you have the first shower, and you could hear them talking about your state over the sound of the water.

it was only when they left you alone to do a food run, telling you to try and rest while they were gone, that the day began to catch up to you. you shook under the covers of your bed, trying desperately to forget the feeling of the demon in your head, forcing you to commit actions you would have never dreamed of. you could feel its claws in your hair still, despite having washed it three times already. the fact that it was able to grab you and endanger everyone in the house - including sam and dean - just because you had long hair haunted you.

so you went on a search for some scissors.

despite your possibly fractured dominant wrist, you'd resolved to cut your hair. long hair could become even more of a liability in the future, and getting rid of it would solve that problem

that was how dean found you: leaning over the bathroom sink, with scissors in one shaking hand and a chunk of hair in the other. when he and sam had returned from the diner they'd collected dinner from to find you not in your bed (with the obviously hastily removed duvet on the floor and visible tearstains on the pillow) they'd almost panicked, knowing something must have been wrong. sam had immediately left to check the surrounding areas while dean started searching the motel room for signs of, well, anything.

"what are you doing?" he said softly, trying not to startle you. you turned around and he could see the haphazard cuts you'd made to your hair. what was once chest-length now sat just above your shoulders.

"i wanted it gone," you almost whispered.

"i can see that," he replied, brows cocked and staring pointedly at the pile of hair in the sink. "is this because of earlier?"

you nodded, turning back around to continue chopping at your hair.

dean sighed to himself. both him and sam had been well aware of how your possession had affected you. they'd both seen you shaken up after a hunt before, but this one seemed to have hit deeper, and he wasn't surprised. he'd seen how sam's possession had affected his younger brother, and you were younger with less experience. of course it would hit you hard.

he watched you for a little longer, keeping an eye out for sam returning while simultaneously watching your clearly injured wrist try to manoeuvre the scissors.

"want some help?" he asked, deciding he'd had enough of watching you struggle.

"since when could you cut hair?" you responded, voice quiet and eyes tired yet still managing to tease him like you always did.

"i cut sammy's hair 'til he was twelve. yours for a while too, don't forget."

you turned to look at him for a second longer before nodding to him. he moved quickly, sitting you on the toilet lid and draping a towel around your neck. he stood behind you silently, the sound of the scissors snipping away at your hair filling the dingy motel bathroom. you could feel his fingers on your neck every now and then, a small comfort that stopped you from spiralling after the days' events.

he was extremely gentle, using light hands and soft touches. the care he took almost made you tear up. it had been a long time since someone had taken care of you like this. dean took his time cutting your hair, making sure it was all an equal length before pulling you up by the shoulders.

"go, look," he said, pointing to the mirror "tell me how amazing of a job i did."

you chuckled a little, inspecting your brother's work. considering he hadn't done anything other than take a razor to his own hair in something like thirteen or fourteen years, he'd done a pretty good job.

you turned and smiled at him, and he gave you his signature smug-big-brother smirk in return. "let's go get a drink."

sam burst into the room twenty minutes later after dean had sent him a short text ('found her. come back.'), a panicked look in his eyes. he stopped in his tracks once he saw your hair.

"it's short," he said.

"yeah."

he nodded in approval before looking at dean, who gave him a look you were sure said "i'll tell you later"

you were still shaken up from earlier, there was no denying that, but with your brothers sat with you, a glass of whatever cheap alcohol dean had bought in your hand, and your brand new short hair, you felt better than you had in a while.

[raayne]

Children of Apollo headcanon

This takes place after Trials of Apollo,

So, Apollo fell into Chaos, Chaos is powerful af everyone fears her (INCLUDING ZUES!) and Apollo survived.

Yippee everything is normal now

WRONG

If you haven't seen the headcanons for Apollo after ToA i recommend going to them.

So, There's this headcanon that Apollo is on primordial strength at times because of Chaos. And that's because he never "fully" transitioned back because he was in Chaos when he did, some days he'd be mortal, some, godly, some days, primordial.

I want to add to that

Apollo kids inherit that primordial strength from him. For example, Kayla's using the shooting arena thing, and hits all bullseye in seconds, Austin plays a song, everyone is weirdly intranced and basically hypnotised.

This headcanon HAS a possibility of being true.

During the The Sun and the Star Will eats a concerning amount of Ambrosia, now this could mean two things

One: Mark has forgotten about the limits of ambrosia

Two: Divine power

Its probably one but two fits with what im talking about.

i have more examples if you don't believe me

Will has went through a lot of pain, and he...kind of barely registers the actual pain scale a lot of the time?

Dont forget about the hay fever he sent to nyx (if you want more info on that i made a hc about it) He should've been drained, it takes a lot of power to send a primordial goddess hay hever, but no it didnt, in fact he was almost energised in tartarus fighting monsters and being weakened by the lack of sunlight and he was energised.

In my headcanon i said more about the power scale, so yes, this could mean he's powerful...but at the same time, it could also mean he had divine power, yes demigods have divine power. i meant power on par with the gods. now this is a bit of a stretch, but that isnt normal, even for a demigod. So i want to Headcanon.

That with Apollos fondness for Will especially he may have accidentally given him divine power, Apollo is fond of all his kids, but especially Will.

Will doesn't notice it, but Nico does,

At first Nico thought this was Will after tartarus, becoming a bit more stronger. Then it kinda got a point and Nico asked Will about it. Will hasn't realised anything, i mean sure he questions it from time to time but never actually, done anything about it.

So they go to test it out, to see if they were correct. and strangely enough it doesnt work. weird. Then one day, lets say their on a small quest and Will just gets really powerful out of no where (by powerful i mean he can heal and stuff in seconds), that raised their suspicions. They thought it might have something to do with Apollo, but he isnt primordial, (i don't think Apollo told them about Chaos) I also think Chiron knew about what happened with Apollo (i may have to re-read ToA about that) So when he sees Apollo kids acting up and becoming just an ounce more powerful he doesnt raise questions, thought what does bug them is how Apollos "new found strength" goes to his children.

BUT THERE IS A LIMIT. because, i am not going to say "apollo kids are stronger than big 3 kids :D!!!" because- thats just wild. possible, but wild. It only happens when Apollo is primordial, (as i said for him having a more fondness towards Will, Will may have it as "permanent" though thats a stretch) And the powers can seriously fucking drain a body, because even if your a demigod, suddenly having god-like powers that do not fit with your body can drain you. like if a mortal tried to comprehend monsters and stuff that do not belong in their world, its weird and confusing and may cause someone to go crazy. think like that but for a demigod. suddenly having godly powers can really drain you, as it is not fit for your body.

This is all i got! feel free to add to this :D

[makomoto-chan]

Hiiiiiiiiiiii! Can I get a Gn reader that They took Ranpo to the train and fell asleep on his shoulder while sitting next to him?? (pre relationship)

a/n: wow, I loved writing this! it may be a little messy since English isn't my first language but I hope you like because it's been beautiful to write it 💚

———I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW...

Everyone at the agency knew that Ranpo was a child in an adult's body, and everyone knew to keep away whenever happened that the president told him to go somewhere. right now, you heard him talking with Fukuzawa and a few minutes later he walks in the room with a nonchalant smile, his eyes closed as always under his black bangs, but... you and Kunikida are the only people in the office. even Atsushi and Kyouka left, under Dazai's advice, and Naomi, Tanizaki and Yosano are nowhere to be found. The main problem is that he knows he can't ask Kunikida. he knows he'll just get the usual "there's no space in my schedule" response, but, to be honest, he didn't want you to accompany him either. he just stands still in the middle of the office, keeping quiet. what a rare sight, seeing him confused. it's the first time everyone leaves to avoid having to accompany him who knows where. after a minute of tatal silence, in which Kunikida keeps writing at the pc without even looking at what's happening, you break the silence.

"Ranpo-kun? do you need something?" you ask, your head titling slightly to the side. Ranpo stares at you for a while, eyes unusually wide open, then turns around without saying a word and fastly leave the room, shutting the door close behind him with a loud slam. you stand there in front of your desk, not really understanding what just happened, but after a while you shrug it off and keep working. about ten minutes later the door slowly opens again, and Ranpo's head pops out, his eyes closed again but he's not smiling. he almost looks... nervous?

"Y/n."

"yes?"

"...can you accompany me?" he finally asks.

"oh. yes, sure." you get up from your chair and walk out of the room with Ranpo (leaving the poor Kunikida to do everyone else's work).

you can't help but feel a little weird about this. he looks like he's being forced to go around with his most hated person, and to think that person is you.... you shake your head. no, you two are friends. why shouldn't you be, after all?... you buy him his favorite candies and he even told you you're smart once, he can't hate you, can he?... maybe... he would have wanted someone else... Yosano...

"Ranpo-kun?..."

"eh?" he says without looking at you.

"you seem... it's like... it's like you would've wanted someone else to accompany you."

there's a moment of silence as you keep walking, and for a second you even think he didn't hear you, but then his head turns away and you can't see his face anymore, even though you'd swear you saw his ears turning pink.

"it's not... that."

"then what's wrong? did you finish your candies?"

"it's not so stupid!" he suddenly yells, turning his head all of a sudden, facing you again, his cheeks red as his eyes suddenly watery, his voice gets cut off by his own unsteady breathing. the second after his face and expression slowly get back to normality as if nothing had happened, his whole body and breathing relaxing again, and you don't dare to comment. the two of you stay silent for the rest of the walk, Ranpo avoiding eye contact and you just quietly guiding him around. when you arrive at the station you take the tickets and sit down on the train without saying a word. He's looking out the widow, he feels you staring at him in confusion but he has no intention of explaining anything. no, he can't explain anything. because he doesn't know. he doesn't know what you did for him to be so uncomfortable around you and yet craving to stay next to you the whole day, he doesn't know why he can't breathe when you stare at him with those eyes of yours, he doesn't know what to say when you talk to him, he doesn't know how to make his heart stop from pounding so strong in his ears when he hears you laughing, he doesn't know why he gets so angry whenever you make a joke about him being so childish, why he wants you to think he's adult enough to take care of himself, to take care of.... of you.

It's half an hour already you're on the train, and the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the tracks and the rocking of the carriage makes you slowly relax, your head loosely lolls from side to side as sleep takes over your senses. Ranpo suddenly look at you when he feels your head falling on his shoulder, he's about to say something, but then he realizes you're asleep. he stays still, unmoving, petrified. he feels his heartbeat going faster, his hands trembling as his cheeks become a dark red. and here it goes again. that torture. that effect only you have on him that he can't understand. that feeling that closes his lungs and prevents him from speaking. he miuves a trebling hand to your head, keeping it still on his shoulder. you two stay like this for several minutes, then a sudden surge of courage makes him wrap his arms around your shoulders, pressing you against him in a tight, almost desperate hug as he hides his blushing face in your hair. obviously the sudden action makes you wake up, and you find yourself in a situation you never ever even dreamed about. you feel your cheeks heating up as well, but you don't have any doubt when you hug him back.

"Y/n..."

"yes?.."

"there's something I have to tell you..."

"mhm?"

"...I... I didn't hope for someone else to accompany me because I don't like you..."

"then why is it?.."

"I don't know.."

"you don't know?"

"...I don't know. but I don't want you to think I'm stupid or that I hate you."

"oh Ranpo, I don't think you're stupid."

[feathers-fins-and-fangs]

im just gonna do all of this at once bc im bored rn lol

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

Around two months now, I think?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

I was learning about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in my English class, and we had to work in groups and perform three scenes of our choosing.

One of the scenes my group chose is Act 3, Scene 1, and I was originally cast as the Capulet servant that accompanies Tybalt alongside Petruchio (whom we nicknamed 'NPC' - Non Petruchio Character), and one of my friends was cast as Mercutio. Then, I discovered my source (an adaptaion of the play) and all of a sudden I just felt this very strong need to play Mercutio in the scene. Like, REALLY strong. I just HAD to be Mercutio. It was like if I wasn't seen as Mercutio, everything felt deeply wrong.

I asked my friend if she would like to swap roles with me, because she's not much of a fan of theatre and acting and such. She was happy and agreed, and we swapped roles, and the MOMENT that happened it was like the stars aligned and everything in the universe was right. I'm not even exaggerating that is the closest description to how I felt.

I thought what I felt I was just me being a jealous prick, and then I began considering if maybe it's actually because I'm Mercutio in a fictionkin way. Long story sort of not very short, I confirmed it.

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

I don't have many clear memories, but I do have a very vague memory of sitting under a tree with Benvolio.

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

Definitely my death, for sure.

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

Some sort of mix between spiritual and psychological.

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

Pretty much everything except the stuff I meantion in the next question.

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

Mostly things that aren't mentioned in source. For example, the brother I have in the original play is completely nonexistent in my canon. He doesn't show up and is not mentioned in source, and I'm pretty sure most of the fandom headcanons that he exists.

✨ - What did you look like?

I look exactly like me in the 2010 cast, played by John Eyzen.

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

Pretty much anything purple or with purple on it. I don't really care if it's masculine or feminine or the specific shade of purple.

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

Pretty much just all the songs I sing in source.

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

Anything purple, really

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

Gelato! It reminds me of Verona :)

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

Benvolio and Romeo, of course :D

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

Tybalt.

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

Karaoke! I don't have the singing skills I used to have, but at least I get to vibe to some songs I like.

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

I can't speak French or Italian, I can't dance very well, and I can't whistle 😔

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

I wish I still had my fabulous hair :(

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

Sometimes I feel like I have my old hairstyle, but aside from that no.

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

Not really, and I never tried to.

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?

I don't have any canonmates, and I'm a little scared to try to find them. What if later in life I de-confirm this kintype and disappoint them? What if I remember my memories incorrectly and that prevents me from finding the right canonmates?

I definitely do want to find SOURCEmates, though. It's just finding canonmates that feels a bit daunting.

Fictionkin Ask Game

[FACTKIN/FACTIONKIN DNI]

Heya! This is a little ask game I'm designing for fictionkin folks, feel free to rb! If you have multiple kins, you can choose one to answer questions for, or have the asker state which kin they're asking abt when they send the emoji. Have fun!

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

✨ - What did you look like?

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

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[justrainandcoffee]

Ready (Tommy Shelby x male!oc)

Tommy x Jared masterlist

Summary: Tommy tries to face his feelings for the Irishman, but it's not easy. His heart knows what it wants, but his brain refuses to accept this reality. "I'm not like you," he says. "Yes, you are. But you're not ready to accept it, yet," Jared answers.

Warning: Internalised homophobia. Period typical homophobia. Sexual themes. MxM. Angst. Hurt/Comfort || If you're homophobic, keep scrolling and fuck yourself.

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Jared Christopher Walsh knew since he was a kid, one terrified of his father, that he wasn't like the other boys in their neighborhood. Not even like his two younger brothers. And as he was growing up that idea was so part of him that he didn't even questioned it. He liked men and if God was against that, then fuck him.

After killing his own father, after he set his family free from the man's tyranny, Jared -who was just 18 years old- find the freedom he was looking for, too.

As the head of the family business, he quickly gained respect from the men that once answered to his father. No one questioned his authority, no one dared to look at him wrong and no one dared to say a word about his sexuality. If they did, police could find their bodies several meters underwater.

But the situation with Tommy was different.

"He's just a faggot!" Arthur exclaimed laughing out loud and John followed him. "Don't be one of those eh, Finn? Like ol' Humbert! He likes to suck dicks like a whore."

"I like girls!" Finn said very proud of himself.

"Of course you do! You're a Shelby! A fucking Shelby man!" Arthur said pating his shoulder. "Like all of us, ain't he, Tom?"

Although Tommy was there, he just nodded but said anything. He lit a cigarette and looked through the window. Only Polly noticed how tense he was but she remained quiet.

For years Tommy just thought he didn't find the right girl to love. Business were always his priority. His family, his horses... Then, because life was determined to proved him wrong, those same business led him to Alfie Solomons and a story behind it that Tommy preferred to forget. Those ephemeral moments of happiness with him, popped up like a bubble within seconds because Alfie's heart already had an owner.

And now that he was in his middle thirties, once again fate was showing him a path he wasn't ready to follow. A path next to a charming and good-looking man called Jared Walsh that contrary to him, knew very well what he wanted. And Jared wanted him.

Jared Walsh and his cocky smile, his blue eyes shining just for him. But Tommy didn't want to accept that. He just, didn't find the right woman, he needed to find her. Just like Alfie or his brothers.

His image crossed his mind one afternoon he was taking a shower and a sudden erection surprised him. Although he preferred not to related to Jared. Even when, as he relieved himself, he'd only think about that man that refused to abandon his side. Annoying him. One day, Tommy thought, he was going to leave his life and he was going to be free. But the idea of Jared disappearing from his side was awful. Almost like when he had to leave Alfie.

"Some people are the way they are and you can't change that," Polly said one night, weeks later, when she found him in front of the fireplace drinking and smoking as usual. The difference were his teary eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Did you see Jared Walsh lately?"

Tommy watched his aunt and adverted his eyes to the fire again. "I'm going to sleep," he finally said not answering her question.

Yes, he had seen Jared that same evening.

"You should come with me to Dublin," Jared said as he was, once again, in his office.

"Why?"

"Because it's way funnier than this grey city. There's one of my pubs that I know you would love. Celtic music, beer, people dancing without worries and everyone is welcomed. Especially people like us."

"Businessmen?"

Jared chuckled "That too. But mainly, homosexuals."

The Irishman knew the struggles of loving men in a society determined to punish it. All his life saw men fighting themselves, going to "therapy" to revert who they were. Sadly, he also knew countless suicides because of that. And men like Tommy were very prone to commit suicide, but he wasn't going to allow it. Not with him, too.

"I'm not like you," Tommy said trying to sound confident.

"Yes, you are. But you're not ready to accept it, yet."

Tommy walked towards the other man and faced him "I'm not."

"Then why did you sleep with Alfie Solomons? That's how you do business with other men? Fucking them?Lucky him, if that's the case."

Tommy pushed him away from his own body "you think you know men, but you don't. What happened with Alfie wasn't real."

"That's how you try to convince yourself when you crave his touch? I've been in love before with a married man that preferred his wife over me, too. Whatever you are ready to say to me, I already know. It hurt, but life must go on."

"You don't understand..."

"I do. I'm more aware than you're about this, Tommy. I grew up loving myself, accepting who I am, but I know it's not the case for everyone. I talked to men like us, men like you refusing to accept that they were made to love men and not women. I saw them die, too. And let me tell you something, I'm not going to miss you too because your own mind. Not you."

"I can't..."

"Yes, you can. You're fucking Thomas Shelby, the most powerful man I know. Do you really think that anyone, including your family, are going to be so dumb to say something about you?"

"Yes, my brothers."

"Then educate them. Mine could never. James and Jay are my main support, yours should be the same. If not, shame on them. You're such a beautiful man, Tom... You were made to be loved, if you only allow yourself to do it," Jared approached him and touched his face with his fingers, Tommy tried to fight but it didn't work. Jared wasn't buying it. "Let me..."

They were completely alone when it happened. Jared tilted his head and looked at him in the eyes before resting his lips on his. Tommy Shelby smelled of tobacco and french perfume and his mouth was as soft as a silk. He was tense but once the kiss became more intense, Jared could feel the other men's hands grasping his body and the back of his neck, Jared did the same.

It wasn't until they needed to breathe that they pulled apart and Jared moved back to give Tommy some space. Under any circumstances he was going to push him to do what clearly Tommy wasn't ready to do.

"I love you, Tom. And I'll be waiting for you when you're ready. No matter how long it takes you."

Jared kissed him briefly one last time before walking away from his office.

Now hours later, in his bed, Tommy couldn't stop thinking about that moment. And Polly's words "Some people are the way they are and you can't change that."

He wasn't ready to accept it. Not yet. No matter how delightful the kiss was. No matter the feelings that were flooding his heart. But one thing about Tommy changed that day. He was no longer waiting for the perfect woman because that woman didn't exist, he was just waiting for the perfect time to accept once for all, who he was.

[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

[knot-ee]

Eyes were golden and hopeful even laced with alcohol like a puppy's stare, but Megumi swore he ruined everything by being too -- too much like himself. It was why he didn't have friends not that he wanted them anyway, outside of his childhood friend of course. He was no fun; he had been described as a sour stick in the mud or worse than the disease whore's got. He was on the stern inside but he didn't know why Yuji would reject his offer unless it was embarrassing to spend the night at the Gojo main house.

Would he be ostracized by the other ranch hands? Megumi was confused. There would be people who would take advantage of them and their kindness, but he knew the working class liked being hateful and spiteful. Often it was with reason as most of the rich flaunted their wealth and treated the working class like weeds. Megumi remained being confused but it took second to the shock when Yuji reached out to him -- actually holding on to him. Was he that drunk?

He did say he didn't drink much. Even more of a reason to not reject his offer. You don't say Megumi wanted to say out loud but even if sunflower was drunk, he didn't want to rub it in or make him feel embarrassed. Maybe that was it, he was embarrassed and didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality. When Yuji continued to speak, Megumi's expression softened and he was utterly smitten again. He looked like a guilty puppy and Megumi loved dogs. He took Yuji by the forearm.

“ You have nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything wrong. Next time, we'll stick to sweat tea or lemonade, okay? ”

His hand was gentle on Yuji's arm, slowly dropping down in a way that could be perceived as romantic until his hand found his friend's. He led him carefully out of the parlor, turning off the lamps as he did so but left one on to see the way to the stairs. Sober, he would've been able to lead Yuji in the dark but he needed a little help. Even as Megumi went up the massive stairs he stumbled. The toe of his shoe hit the lip of a stair and he nearly fell over, cursing under his breath.

He must have looked like an idiot especially after giving Yuji lip. He still kept his hand softly holding the other man's. Two lamps were lit upstairs. Satoru's grand bedroom was to the left, a washroom was to the right, and then a middle hall way led to more doors. The furthest down the hall was the guest bedroom and even though they didn't have guests often, the maids kept it clean and dust free. Megumi opened the door with his free hand as he was still holding Yuji's hand with the other and opened the door.

It was pitch black and because of that he released Yuji's hand. He carefully walked in, felt around, and once he touched the familiar bedside table an oil lamp was turned on. The room was bathed with enough warm light to reveal a very spacious guest bedroom fit with a dresser, mirror, bed for two with a full bed set, a bed side table, two chairs around a smaller table.

“ You can sleep here. ” As if wasn't obvious. “ There are towels in the dresser. ”

His green eyes scanned Yuji's body up and down a little too intently.

“ ... I can lend you some of my clothes to sleep in. I think I have some thing that could fit you. The door on the opposite side of the hall is the washroom and there's paste for teeth and other things... ”

Some men would find it weird wearing another man's clothes but the offer was there. Personally he either wore pajamas or slept in the nude. He now shyly looked at Yuji.

Even now, after all these years, Yuji couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that someone as amazing and special was his friend, that Megumi wanted to be his friend. Megumi still wanted to be his friend? It was as if that thought was just now setting in, or he was a little drunk now and was just extra amazed by his friend, who he was still staring at intently as he tried to steady himself.

Somehow Yuji still sees the disappointment in Megumi’s face. Oh no! He’s upset him… His eyes widened slightly and he tried to get it together! He feels awful! Is this what it was like being scolded by a mother? Megumi’s sudden almost glare-like gaze on him only made him feel worse. He needed to fix this right away! He didn’t want Megumi upset at him. Plus they had a point. Though the living quarters in which he resided wasn’t far, it was still dark, and heading back to this state wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do. Plus he didn’t want to make Megumi leave the comfort of his home just to escort him back because he couldn’t hold his liquor.

Yuji just thought that Megumi was offering for him to stay as a way of being polite that was all, but now he realizes it was his friend being kind and caring as always and he would be a fool not to accept such kindness. There he goes again staring at Megumi like he was the most amazing being in the world. In many ways he was, at least to him he was!

“No wait!”

He stumbles forward forced to grip onto Megumi so that he doesn’t fall face-first onto the fancy carpeted floor.

“Maybe I should stay… You’re right, everything is just a bit fuzzy and I feel sleepy.”

He admits with a slight slur to his tone. Damn it, he must be making a fool of himself. This wasn’t how he thought tonight would go, what if Megumi hates him after this? He’ll have to be extra cool when he wakes up tomorrow and make it up to him.

“Sorry…”

Yuji then says lowly, his head drooping slightly as he lowers it.

“First time drinking, I don’t think I like it.” He smiles sheepishly.

[artanogon]

thinking more about being trans

[many-gay-magpies]

i am becoming increasingly sure as time goes on that my gender is Not Cis but its like. not enough for me to do anything like god forbid tell my parents. not bc they wouldn't be ACCEPTING but because i don't feel like they'd UNDERSTAND and trying to explain it to them would be too much work when i A) barely even know how to describe it to MYSELF and B) feel comfortable enough being described as a woman/girl/female/whatever. like if im fine enough being called a girl and im comfortable in my body and don't yet feel a need to use pronouns other than she/her then what's the point of trying to explain to my mom that i find the concept of gender pretty much inapplicable to myself/kind of confining and i feel more like an amorphous forest creature than a Girl and i wouldnt mind being perceived more masculine sometimes by society at large and gender questions on forms make me uncomfortable because i'm never totally sure what to answer.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

And he felt so safe there, in his eyes it was like Lucifer had nothing to worry about. Adam was all he needed, he knew that he was very attractive from the moment he saw him.

Adam: And I must say, you are the best looking man here.~ I will have every part of you, mind, body and soul. You belong to me Luci, say it.~

Lucifer: I belong to you, Adam.

Lucifer wasn't sure what that tone in his own voice was, it sounded other worldly, echoy, and himself but different all at once.

Adam smiled more: That's my good boy.~

Now, normally Adam would impregnate all the nuns before leaving somewhere, have them all lined up willingly and waiting for his seed and he might still do that his children need to walk the earth everywhere.

But Lucifer was different, made him feel a little different.

Later that week, Lucifer went out and bought everything that Charlie would need, a crib, formula, diapers etc. He smiled as he tucked his little girl in and went over to his own bed.

Lucifer only had on boxers and a t-shirt for going to sleep in. He cast one last look at the crib before turning out the light.

That's when he felt a weight straddle him. He didn't need light to know it was Adam, his golden glowing eyes gave him away.

Lucifer: Adam?

Adam smiled and Lucifer instantly felt calm: Yes pet, I'm here. Because I have chosen you as the man I will have.~

Lucifer felt himself twitch in his boxers, did that mean what he thinks it means?

Adam slowly removed Lucifer's boxers and grinned wolfishly at the prize that was hidden beneath. He gripped it to get Lucifer at full mass.

Adam: Mmmm, so that's where the rest of your height went.~ If that false God did anything for you, it was to give you a nice cock to pleasure me with.~

Adam moved the front of his habit and pinned in so Lucifer could see everything. Adam moaned as he slowly lowered himself onto Lucifer's cock, making sure that his pet was watching

Lucifer could only watch as Adam, his God pinned his arms to the bed and rode his dick.

Adam: Mmm.~ Where have you been hiding this treat?~

Lucifer cracked a smirk as pride filled his chest, something that Adam didn't miss.

Adam: You have a lot of pride Luci, why don't you fill me with it?~

Lucifer moaned as Adam moved a little faster and reached back and massaged his balls, Adam squeezed around him. Lucifer wanted to thrust up into him so badly.

Adam was always told that the one that could resist him would be his most compatible and they weren't wrong.

Adam gripped Lucifer chin and looked into his eyes: That's it handsome, give me everything.~ This is the best and only pussy you'll ever have again.~

And Lucifer believed him, no one has ever felt this good or made him feel this good, or this much pleasure or satisfied in his life.

Adam leaned down and kissed him: Give me your seed, pet.~

Lucifer moaned as Adam kissed him again and rode him fast, he's never had someone take all of him before. Adam released some magic when Lucifer came so he could get it as deeply as he could.

Lucifer: Ahh!!~

Adam moaned as he came too, the feeling of being filled felt amazing, he touched his lower abdomen as he rocked on Lucifer's dick.

Adam: Mmmm, fuck what a great cock you have pet.~ And don't worry I'll keep it safe.~

Lucifer didn't know what he meant by that but when Adam leaned down to give him one more kiss he passed out.

I am CRAVING some demon nun!Adam right now!

Help me, Things! 😫😫😫

Okay, I can help you.

*Cracks knuckles*

What about Demon Nun Adam x Human Priest Lucifer. Like maybe he's losing his faith a bit but is sticking with it for his father.

And Adam is the new "nun"

[spacephrasing]

hello sorry if this is really long and tmi but besties i need some advice