#or whatever and I’d probably spend an infinite amount of time thinking about that scene because it would be really critical to the book”

[allieinarden]

“Suppose I am writing a novel. I write ‘Mary laid down her work; next moment came a knock at the door!’ For Mary who has to live in the imaginary time of my story there is no interval between putting down the work and hearing the knock. But I, who am Mary’s maker, do not live in that imaginary time at all. Between writing the first half of that sentence and the second, I might sit down for three hours and think steadily about Mary. I could think about Mary as if she were the only character in the book and for as long as I pleased, and the hours I spent in doing so would not appear in Mary’s time (the time inside the story) at all.”

—C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity doing a bangup job convincing me he doesn’t have a Catholic outlook

[darlingpetao3]

House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 2)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1

Birds tweeting, sun shining…

Big strong arms around you.

“Well, well, Wells,” you say with a scratchy morning voice and twist your body around in bed to see who’s got you in his grasp. Ah. “Good morning, Harry.”

“Good morning, (Y/L/N),” the scientist replies. You just love how strands of his hair stick up in place. Harry arguably has the best bedhead.

“You know dear, since we are married after all, don’t you think it would be more acceptable to call me by my first name?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you closer against him.

“You do raise a fair point. (Y/N).”

“That’s more like it.”

He kisses your nose. Shortly after he does, it starts to feel itchy. You feel like you’re about to sneeze. It wiggles and wiggles until—

“Achoo!”

Suddenly, Harry, who had been clad in his silky pyjamas is now- oh my.

“(Y/N), did you just sneeze my clothes away?”

You can hardly answer the Wells in your bed because you’re so enthralled by his lack of clothing under the sheets.

“Happy accident?” you offer innocently. Harry shakes his head and smiles as if to signify that you’re up to your old antics again.

“Come here, you,” he says and pulls the covers over you both.

* * * *

The scene is really quite comical.

Harry walks briskly with his long legs into work at S.T.A.R. Toys Manufacturing Inc. as you try to keep up with quick little steps and a clipboard… while H.R. trails behind you like a maniac with a tray of coffee.

“(Y/N), I believe you have some explaining to do,” Harry speaks to you over his shoulder. “Can you remind me why you’re at work with me? And why the numbskull, too?”

“Handsome numbskull!” H.R. jokingly clarifies. Harry rolls his eyes.

“I told you, honey,” you begin, “I decided it would be best for me to get a job instead of sitting around the house. Plus, an assistant here was the only position available. I thought that was terribly convenient. We can spend more time together now, isn’t that wonderful? As for H.R., I hired him as my assistant!”

“My assistant has an assistant?”

“Don’t question it, honey,” you tell him and pat him on the cheek. Just then, two young employees walk up to you. They look rather familiar, but you can’t place why at the moment.

“Good morning, Mr. Wells,” the pair greet Harry. “And Mrs. Wells. ...And Mr. Wells.”

“Ah, good morning Garcia. Runk,” Harry answers. “I trust your projects are coming along?”

“That they are, Sir,” the young man called Runk replies.

“We should have them finished and ready by end of day,” Garcia, the young woman, adds.

“I’m glad to hear it-”

“-Well done, chaps!” H.R. interrupts. “You’re all doing such magnificent work. All for the children.”

“All for the children,” Garcia and Runk agree.

Harry clears his throat and whispers to you, “I think assistants to the assistants should be seen and not heard.”

“I’ll have a little chat with him,” you tell your handsome boss husband. “Now, let’s build some toys!”

* * * *

After a long day at the factory, you, Harry, and H.R. all return home. The delicious scent of dinner greets you as you walk in the door.

“Mmm, I wonder what Sherloque and Nash are cooking up!” you think out loud.

“I hope it’s nothing French,” Harry says semi-bitterly.

“H.R., can you go see what they’re up to in there, sweetie?”

“I most certainly can, dearest!” he responds then disappears into the kitchen. You are sure to take this opportunity to have some more one-on-one time with Harry on the couch. As you sit, he sets his briefcase down on the coffee table and removes from it a small rocket ship. After turning it around in his hands, Harry hands it to you.

“I’d been working on this today,” he says.

“Oh Harry, it is so groovy. You do such fine work.”

“The idea came to me in a dream.”

“You make dreams come true for children every day.”

Harry turns to you. “I think I’ve always wanted kids. But I guess it’s never happened for me.” He looks into your eyes. “I think I’d like to have one with you someday, (Y/N). How do you feel about that?”

“I feel… I feel…” Your nose starts to wiggle again. “Achoo!”

“(Y/N), are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh, yes, I’m completely and totally, whoaaaa!” You stand up to get a better look at yourself, finding that your tummy has a noticeable roundness to it.

“Are you…?” Harry asks. The rest of the Wells men come rushing into the living room.

“Qu’est-ce qui se passe?”

“I heard another sneeze!”

“Jumping juniper, (Y/N)’s pregnant!”

They all group around you in a half-circle to admire your belly and to declare their delight at the very abrupt surprise.

“Is this really happening?” you ask all of them, falling deeper and deeper into your happiness.

“I couldn’t imagine a better life with you,” Harry says and punctuates his final word with a kiss. Everything about this moment just seems… so much more colourful and vibrant.

And perfect.

~ ~ ~ ~

Barry had urgently messaged Cisco and Caitlin to meet him back at the Grand Central City Auditorium, where they had just seen Zatanna’s magic act. The plan—what very little of a plan he had—was to race to find Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, and ask for her help.

Word on the street was that Miss Zatara’s act wasn’t mere illusions. People have said that she really does possess a special magical power. And if this was the case, she was their only hope to retrieve you from whatever world you’ve gotten yourself into.

They say sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.

Well, now Team Flash is going to fight magic with magic.

It took a bit of making a scene inside the venue with the security guards for Zatanna to finally come out of her dressing room to see who was causing the commotion.

“Hi, excuse me, what’s going on here?”

“Zatanna? My name is Barry Allen,” your brother introduces himself. “I was at your show tonight.”

“Flawless,” Cisco can’t help but add.

“Sure,” she says, probably very much wanting him to get to the point. “How can I help you, Barry Allen?”

“We have a bit of a magical issue. My sister has gotten herself into a situation. We need your help.”

Zatanna’s big round eyes squint slightly, but whatever she sees in these three strangers surely isn’t threatening.

“Your sister, you say?” The Mistress of Magic always did have a soft spot for family. “Where is she?”

“You better come with us and see for yourself.”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Wow, this is quite the setup,” Zatanna says, taking in the Cortex upon her arrival. “Now, you said that your sister is broadcasting her own sitcom?”

“That’s right,” Barry confirms. “I switched on the TV earlier, and there she was in black and white. But the weird thing is that her set looked almost identical to her home, except not because her real home exploded-”

“Yeah, that’s the weird bit,” Cisco pipes up sarcastically. “Definitely not that she’s married to four different versions of the same man.”

“What?” Zatanna looks entirely confused. “Okay, you guys are going to have to catch me up.”

“No problem. The episode is streaming online. On repeat.”

“Cisco, pull up the show on the monitors,” Barry orders. The engineer does so, and the crew proceeds to analyze the sitcom episode.

“This man... or these men, rather—you said they died?” Zatanna asks the room. The rundown the gang gave her on the way to S.T.A.R Labs was quite rushed, so naturally it would only generate more questions.

“That’s right. I saw them disappear before my eyes,” Barry confirms. “They sacrificed themselves for us.”

Zatanna hums in thought. “Whether they’re truly dead or not, she must be using an incredible amount of magic to create this world and broadcast this across the airwaves.”

“Guys!” Caitlin raises her voice. “We have an incoming broadcast!”

The monitors change after a bit of static. Now, instead of the episode Team Flash was watching, a brand new jingle comes through the speakers.

“Is this…?” Barry starts.

“She released Episode Two!” Cisco cheers. Everyone in the room shoots him a look. “What? I’m invested.” As they watch the new episode, they take frantic notes, searching for any kind of clues.

“Look!” Barry points at the screen to the familiar faces.

“How did Allegra and Chester get in there?” Caitlin wonders.

“They have a guest-starring role…” Cisco notes, possibly with a hint of jealousy.

“And who are they?” Zatanna inquires.

“They’re our friends,” Barry clarifies. “At least, I think they are. They can't be illusions, can they? Created by (Y/N)?”

“I’ll call them and see if we can hear their phones ringing in the show,” Caitlin suggests. As she attempts the call, the rest of the team stands and stares at the screens hoping for some form of ringing sound. This episode seemed to be styled more in the Sixties, so it was unlikely that they’d actually see Chester and Allegra pull out a cell phone.

Nothing. No sound.

They must not have their phones on them…

A little while longer passes, with even more analyses by Team Flash and Zatanna studying your power on screen. Once in a while, she’ll ask Barry for background information about you. Which brings her to ask the all important question:

“How did (Y/N) get her powers?”

Barry goes on to explain your origin story, which coincides with his own. It was that one fateful night where Barry was in his CSI lab at CCPD, and so were you. You had stopped by to see how he was doing after the whole debacle of Iris getting her laptop stolen and Eddie saving the day instead. (To Barry’s credit, he tried really hard to catch the criminal, he just wasn’t fast enough). But you were checking up on him when the Particle Accelerator exploded and sent a wave of extraordinary, uncontained power across the city. You saw the lightning in the sky and tried to get Barry away from holding that metal chain, but in doing so, you also got caught in the crosshairs of the accident. Your brother fell into the shelf of chemicals as the lightning struck at the same time you knocked over a box of evidence—stolen ancient crystals from the Central City Museum.

Zatanna takes in the story silently, nodding in the right places. She’s deep in thought when a voice comes from the entrance to the Cortex: “Hey guys, what’s going on in here?”

Barry rushes to the two younger members of Team Flash, Allegra and Chester. “How did you two get in there? How did you get out?”

“Get in where?” Allegra wonders.

“Come on! In (Y/N)’s sitcom,” Cisco says. “Did she send out a casting call or did she just tell you that you got the parts?”

Chester and Allegra glance at each other with identical furrowed brows.

“You really don’t know what happened, do you?” Caitlin asks them.

“What happened?” they reply in unison.

Cisco stands up immediately. “I’ll get the popcorn.”

As he replays the footage, both of the ‘guest stars’ shake their heads in disbelief.

“Wow, nope, don’t remember any of that,” Chester says.

“No,” Allegra agrees. “One minute I’ve got my feet up in the Lounge, and the next I’m here walking into the Cortex.”

“Interesting,” Caitlin muses. “Interesting, but beyond strange. It’s like they’ve been mind wiped of the experience. We need more answers.” The rest of the episode plays out to reveal the big cliffhanger at the end.

“(Y/N)’s going to have a baby?!” Cisco shouts. “Oh man, things just got real. I wonder who’s the father... You don’t think (Y/N) would turn her show into a Maury episode, do you?”

“Zatanna, is there anything you can do?” Barry asks desperately. “This is getting out of hand.”

“I can cast a locating spell. All I have to do is say the words of what I wish backward for it to take hold.” Zatanna readies herself. “(N/Y) etacol,” the magician utters with her eyes closed. Everyone in the room stands silent in case making any kind of noise would ruin whatever spell she has cast.

They hold their breaths.

“I’m getting something…” Zatanna says eventually. “It’s like a signal of sorts. I can see it in my mind. And it’s coming from… here.”

“What do you mean, ��here’?” Barry presses.

“Here. As in S.T.A.R. Labs.”

[recurring-polynya]

This was very silly. Byakuya was an infinitely patient man. He constantly honed his patience on the whetstones of a thousand obnoxious relatives, the dysfunctions of the Gotei, and his ridiculous adjutant. You knew this would happen, a tiny voice whispered to him. This is why you stayed away from her for so long. She is turning you back into the person you have spent so many years driving away. (Thx!)

call me back when the war is over (ch 6)

My writing doesn’t always end up getting published in the order that I write it. I started writing Call Me Back in the summer of 2019, and it didn’t get published until January of 2020, so it may not be evident that this was the story where I learned to write Byakuya.

The Heart is a Muscle is a slow-burn romance, but it’s not just that, it’s also the story of how Byakuya came to love his sister and... whatever it is he feels for Renji. It’s pretty clear in canon that the second Byakuya stops actively ignoring Rukia, he’s calling her “his pride” and cutting his tendons for her. It’s pretty sudden, but I also think it’s pretty accurate for Byakuya. The man is either all the way in or all the way out. Unfortunately, falling in love with Rukia is one thing. Living with her is another.

Call Me Back is an important turning point story for Byakuya. I’d already established in Between Tides that Rukia had come to mean a lot to him, but he hasn’t really had to consider what that means. I also wanted to bring in the idea that Renji is sort of instrumental to Byakuya and Rukia’s relationship-- that they are too prickly, too sharp-edged, they need a buffer, and this is a role Renji plays well, even when it’s to his own detriment, a fact that forces Byakuya to upgrade his lieutenant from “good-for-nothing” to “good-for-a-few-things, occasionally.” 

Obviously, this necessitated some Byakuya POV sections and I... was not prepared. Byakuya is not really a character I cared about or had empathy for up to this point. I enjoyed writing him in a sort of overblown comedic way (the scene where he makes his 3rd Seat make him tea, Renji-style in See You On the Other Side is still one of my favorite things I have ever written) but I’d never had to really dig into him as a character.

The place I started was: what did I like about Byakuya? Well, I like the fact that he keeps getting charmed by Rukongai dirtbags, that’s a positive thing. I also like that he loved his wife a lot. I went down an entire side path of trying to figure out Hisana, a thing I had sworn I would never do, but that’s a whole other story.

In the middle of this, I wrote Portions for Foxes, a story where Byakuya dies and Rukia and Renji spend the whole story throwing up their hands because they feel like they didn’t understand him and now they never will. They had done a fair amount of this in Between Tides, too, and I realized that it was much easier to write Byakuya when he wasn’t even there.

Along the way, I started deciding on a lot of things that made up Byakuya. He’s better at writing down his feelings than saying them, but he’s a pretty awful communicator, overall. At some point, I noticed that in battles, Byakuya tends to have favorite moves that he uses all the time, Senka, Rikujoukourou. In the Reigai Arc, whenever he fights his Reigai, they just use the same moves against each other constantly. I decided that he’s a bad improvisor, and when I was trying to figure out the Kuchiki sword form, I decided that it’s all pre-set chains of moves that you memorize, because you do them so fast that there’s no time to think and that there’s always a “correct answer” to every situation. Maybe Byakuya’s like that in all of his life, I thought. Maybe it’s hard for him to figure out what to do in social situations, except that since he was raised a noble, he was trained in all these scripts for what to do in various situations, and he just took that to heart because that’s easier for him anyway, and no one has ever really noticed how much he struggles to relate to others.

The more you think about Byakuya, the sadder you get. I, personally, recommend not thinking about Byakuya at all, but this is a grave I have chosen to dig for myself. His parents died, he’s got all these expectations on him, he met the love of his life and she was gone again in a blink of an eye, and then he got saddled with her lookalike. His solution was basically to shut off all of his feelings, and resort to his scripts and just be perfect and never really care about anyone again, and the fact is, no one even notices. He is the perfect Kuchiki Clan Head and Gotei Captain, he is not a person who is loved or even seen, and he has convinced himself this is good and proper. In fact, he regards his hot-headed youth as an outlier-- a mistake. If he hadn’t been so emotional, he never would have fallen in love with Hisana, and he wouldn’t hurt so badly now. He may be deeply lonely, but he feels like he is doing what is correct, so at least if he gets hurt again, he has that to hold onto.

What Byakuya really needs is therapy, and probably also an ASD diagnosis, but instead, he gets two idiots from Rukongai who show up and care about him, even though he doesn’t deserve it. At this point in the story, he’s still trying to convince himself he can love Rukia without changing himself in any way, but he’s wrong, of course, and the rest of the series is about him getting progressively wronger.

Apparently, I also thought I could somehow learn to write Byakuya without caring about him, and I was also wrong. I am pretty good at writing him now, but I still haven’t decided if it was worth it.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.12

a/n: so... this has a special guest in the middle >:) i hope ya’ll like this~ i was thinking of a good character to add and i found the perfect one. but the character will only stay for probs 3 chapters or so :D

warnings: this cannot be read solo, crossover

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito @meximorrita @awesomeee19​

“Sit down.”

Now, if that were coming from the person whose face you had just seen you would have obeyed like a puppy waiting for a treat. However, the person inside the room with you carried zero sex appeal. Not an ounce of it. The way he tried to sound sexy was just revolting.

“I’d rather just stand.” You shrugged. “Make this quick. I still have other places to go to.”

“Oh.” He patted the sofa once more before making his way to his desk. “I think you’d want to sit down once I tell you some news.”

With the chief’s back facing you, your eyes rolled and defeatedly went to flop on the sofa. Leaning on to the back lazily. When his chair creaked and sunk, you gestured for him to proceed.

“Regarding the Fukuo Kai case, the meeting will be held 5 days from now, correct?” Your brows furrowed as you fixed your posture. Eyes squinting as to where he had heard that information. He placed his elbows on his desk and tilted his head. A smug look on his face. “Tsukauchi will be taking your place in the stake out.”

“And why is that?”

“You will be attending a meeting with me. The HPSC wants to talk about the arson case.”

“You’re meddling with my cases again.” You snapped. “But, if it pleases you. Okay. However, it won’t be me informing Overhaul.”

Watching as the chief stood up from his desk, he nodded and walked towards you. Filling the emptiness the sofa had to offer.

“It has come to my attention that you two seem rather...close. Rather alarming is it not?”

“Teamwork among the both of us has been going well. Nothing more to it.” What was this germ up to? Your brain couldn’t figure out what his motives were. “I’m being as cautious as I can be. He has not lashed out nor attempted to hurt me in any way unlike the previous people we had to work with.”

“Yet, the mere mention of his name makes you lower your guard down by a significant amount.” Once again, he put his arm behind your neck and squeezed your shoulder. The scent of roses he once had was now replaced with sweat and leather. “You’ve slackened a bit, baby doll.”

Holding on to his wrist, you twisted it as you stood up. Bending it at a weird angle, your eyes bore holes on to his face. The playful fire in his lit up even more. It made you think, did the other women in the precinct go through this? Subtly activating your quirk, you raised his blood pressure.

“You know I’m getting real tired of your shit…” You threatened him. Hand shaking with anger.

Your head snapped to the door when a knock filled the walls. Letting go of his wrist, he rubbed it but the smug look on his face did not falter. Straightening himself and gaining composure once more, he went towards his desk and told the person to enter.

“Right on time. Ms. (L/N), for the next two days, you will be pairing up again with one of the officers from the Kyoto precinct.” His face followed the person who now entered the office. “Mr. Ackerman, we hope you enjoy your stay here.”

You bit your tongue. Internally activating your quirk, you managed to control the blood travelling to your cheeks. You’ve heard about Mr. Ackerman. A few of your previous cases had you teaming up with him. One thing led to another but it was one of your most well kept secrets. One that not even the chief caught scent of.

How many years had it been? Three or four? The scenery was still fresh in your mind. His words that stung and broke you for months. Still, he was a gentleman. Not wanting to diminish the cooperation you two had, differences were set aside and apologies were exchanged. It ended on a rather better note than you had anticipated.

Of course, there was no denying that the sight of Levi still managed to increase the steady pacing of your heart.

“Ackerman.” You greeted him. Eyes focused on the chief. A useless attempt to read him.

“(L/N).” His voice was still the same. Enticing yet dead at the same time.

“Why don’t you two catch up?” The chief gestured for the both of you to leave the office. Hearing both your responses, he watched as Levi motioned for you to leave first and followed behind. Just as you were about to exit, he spoke up. “And, by the way, update Overhaul’s profile. Put in his name.”

Your eyes widened and jaw tightened. Slowly exhaling, you continued walking. When you heard the door closing, you began to feel around your clothes for any sort of mini-chip that he had planted on you. Not feeling anything, your thoughts replayed to all the touching he had done.

“Fuck…”

“Oi, brat. What’s wrong?” Levi asked.

“He fucking bugged me. Eavesdropped on an off the record scenario a while back.” Anger was now boiling in your blood. Not for the chief but for the fact that you failed in detecting his subtle schemes. No wonder he was all touchy this morning. When your eyes met his, his eyebrows shot up and you could see how he put two and two together.

“It’s been three years, he’s still doing those things to you?” The both of you were now walking towards your cubicle. Back when you were dating, Levi could see just how devious the chief was towards you. He may have threatened him once or twice, the scene before him only fused a died out wick. “You could have just told me, you know.”

“I know.” He had told you time and time again that you should watch your back when it came to the man inside the office. Yet you always brushed it off. Basically, you were now reaping the consequences of being ignorant. “You know I hate causing scenes.”

“Tch. Not a single change from you.” There it was. That smirk that made you weak. Pulling your chair for you, he waited for you to sit till he dragged the empty seat next to yours. “What do you have on the arson case?”

Taking out a file, you handed it over to him and gave him the details so far. He simply did the typical Levi gestures. Nodding his head with the occasional comments.

“I’m honestly at a dead end, but Tsukauchi managed to pick up a straw.” You showed him your schedule. “I’ll be meeting up with Endeavor in 4 days. I can keep you updated if you'd like."

"It's fine. I can stay till after the meeting." Typical. Work was always first when it came to him.

"Where are you staying? You can crash the guest room if you'd like."

"You sure? Gei isn't visiting tonight?" That flamboyant man had always amused him but he'd never tell. He did, after all, get a few phrases from the man himself.

"Nope. You're free to crash. It will require you to buy food." You smiled and that sealed the deal. Agreeing, he stood up to take his things from the lockers as you readied to leave the office.

Moments had passed and both of you were now in your car. Levi offered to drive so you gave him the keys.

"You still into (favorite food)?” He asked. Eyes searching for what food to have for dinner. You were the host so your wants came first.

“Nah. Ov-I’ve had it this afternoon. We can go with whatever you want.” You knew where he was going. He would go to Solive Garden. He was always a sucker for their salad and made from scratch soup. Your thoughts were right when he turned on the next corner. The green sign now within sight. Lucky enough, he saw a vacant lot and parked the car.

Meanwhile, the car parked opposite from yours had a rather different aura going on.

“Mimic.” Overhaul threatened the small creature sitting in the backseat. “You had one job and that was to order food from Niller Union.”

“It wasn’t my fault, boss!” He chirped. “They cancelled at the last minute. I already told them that the leader of the yakuza was the one ordering but they just ended the call.”

Massaging his temples, he could feel the hives starting to form due to rage at the small mishap. Somehow, he had found himself in the car with Chrono behind the wheel and Mimic strapped like a child in the back. Perhaps he just needed a change of scenery since he had no interest in demolishing the whole base tonight. Or so he thought.

“Hey… Isn’t that?” Chrono thought out loud to get Overhaul’s attention.

You had just exited your car, with Levi opening the door for you. Seeing how you were all smiles with another male was something he had not expected. More so when the other male was none other than Levi Ackerman. His golden orbs followed as the two of you walked side by side, entering the establishment.

Chrono simply watched his boss through his peripheral view. What would he do in this instance? It was hidden well but he could see Kai slowly appearing from the depths of Overhaul.

“Mimic. Get out of your suit and buy the meal.”

“Aw, c’mon! Just cause your jealous of that lady with Ackerwacker doesn’t mean you get to use me to spy on them.”

Boy, did Chrono wish he had popcorn.

“You caused this mess. Now get the hell out of that suit before I kill you inside this very car. THRICE.”

Incoherent cursing soon followed. Mimic was sporting his true form. Veins popping from anger. Slamming the door, he stomped towards the store before flipping the vehicle off. Now that the two of them were alone, he waited till Overhaul seemingly calmed down.

“They’re probably just teaming up for a case.” Chrono stated. He was secretly living for the moment. It wasn’t too often he’d see the boss in that state. In his mind, he knew that Kai would ask him to trail you till you reach your building.

“Then why the hell is that troublemaker driving her car, Kurono?” His inner thoughts were thinking of scenarios as to why you would spend time with Ackerwacker. That smile you showcased was something he barely got from you. And then we have this shortstack who got it from you effortlessly. “Follow her till she gets home.”

There it was.

“Isn’t she too preoccupied to date?” Conversations were still possible as of the moment. “I thought you were slowly advancing already.”

“She never stated she was single or not.” Not that it mattered. He would do whatever it takes to make you his. No one had ever fallen asleep on the phone with him, spoke to him so freely, or even sent a rather inviting selfie at 11pm. Furrowing his brows at his thoughts, he cleared his throat and let out a sigh. “Forget it. She’s merely a pawn that I can easily replace. Go back to base after this.”

‘He’s back.’ Chrono thought. That was the end of the conversation. But, that small gesture was a sign that he was internally fighting his consciousness. ‘Shit. This is going to be a long night.’

The doors slid open once more. Ackerw-Levi and you were making your way back to your car. You were holding the take out while he held onto the drinks. The two men inside the car watched as the unwanted man stretched out his hand to grab the food from your arms. The car was hella tinted but he could see the small blush growing on your cheek.

Once more, Chrono wished he had some popcorn.

They observed as Levi opened your car door and handed you the food. His jaw tightened and fists clenched when he saw him entering the driver’s side. He was too engrossed that he had not noticed Mimic entering the car. Struggling in the backseat due to his size. When your car revved to life, all 3 men watched as the car left.

Starting the car, Chrono knew his boss’ mind flipped into Kai. Taking his time, he slowly drove out of the establishment.

“Follow them, Kurono.”

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so... did ya’ll like today’s special guest? xD I love Levi Ackerman so I decided to just use him for the sake of drama huehuehue still :) if ya’ll have comments or questions, feel free to ask :D take care!

[youngmasterwisdomperson]

Okay so @cosmermaid made this post where she made a cosmere-sona based on certain circumstances of her life and my brain won’t let me focus on anything else until I do so as well so here we go. This is probably gonna get really self-indulgent so be warned. It started off as “Let’s make a Cosmere world hopper based on my irl personality and backstory” and soon morphed into “how my obsession with the mechanics of investiture would inevitably drive my Cosmere self to seek mastery over every form of magic they could get their hands on and basically become an immortal world-hopping storytelling demigod like Hoid but way less cool or interesting.”

So that’s what you’re in for if you keep reading. Cool? Cool.

Okay then. Without further ado,

My Cosmere-sona, I guess.

Descended from Era 2 Scadrians. Twinborn Soother (Brass Misting) and Pinnacle (Electrum Ferring), educated, raised Survivorist but converted to Pathian after deciding I liked its philosophy and means of worship a lot better. I use my Feruchemical ability to combat my ADHD, essentially magically medicating myself by regulating my determination. I didn't snap until around age 11, at which point my access to feruchemical determination made my grades skyrocket. I later world-hopped to Roshar, tried studying to be an artifabrian for about a year but decided it wasn't for me after bonding and befriending a Mistspren, becoming a Truthwatcher, after which I went and began studying to be a worldsinger, using the lightweaving aspect of my surgebinding to create realistic scenes as I tell stories and travel the cosmere seeking to constantly learn and seek truth, as my radiant oaths require. I can use the Healing part of my surgebinding and my Allomantic soothing to help nullify pain and suffering where I can, but the break in my spirit web allowing me to bond my spren in the first place that comes from *ahem* certain mental health issues never lets me believe what I do is enough. I also have a Seon with whom I communicate with my various friends throughout the cosmere and keep up to date with news.

I mostly operate from Scadriel, using the Mists to fuel my surgebinding because it's a lot safer and more convenient than whatever Roshar has going on. I frequently talk for hours and hours with either my spren, my Seon, or someone on the other side of said Seon at absurdly late hours of night, and I'm still waiting on Harmony's response on why I couldn't have been born a bronze compounder so I wouldn't have to sleep, or with electrum Allomancy instead of brass so I could have infinite determination and become a productivity GOD.

I would buy breaths from Nalthis if I had the money to do it, but alas, being a world-hopping worldsinger, though spiritually fulfilling, isn't the most lucrative of occupations. Such is life. I'm currently working on figuring out how to use the investiture I get from surgebinding the Scadrian Mists to fuel my allomancy and feruchemy as well, possibly increasing my investment and making me potentially a full mistborn and feruchemist, but that's a work in progress. And it's not like Harmony is being very helpful by giving me any answers. What's wrong God? Afraid of what I'll do with bronze and electrum compounding? Huh? Coward. Anyway I think I'll be much more easily able to seek truth if I can allomantically track active investiture, increase my sensory sharpness, have infinite memory, determination, bodily energy, and mental speed, and all that other stuff Feruchemy adds for dealing with various environments. And if my current method works I should be able to learn to fuel said abilities entirely off of the Mists or Stormlight, which is really exciting. And maybe if I do that I can go to Nalthis, buy one (1) breath to get an investiture sample, and use Nicrosil compounding to get as much Nathian investiture as I want! That'd be cool. But for now I guess I'll just use my magic the same as everyone else.

This has been me making a Cosmere-sona, I guess. Thanks for bearing with me. I swear it wasn’t my intent to make an absurdly powerful character. I did twinborn because that seemed to suit the setting I’d chosen to represent my place of birth, era 2 Scadriel, and I wasn’t about to make a completely uninvested character. That’d be boring. Then I figured the best Cosmere equivalents of the professions Engineer and Teacher were Artifabrian and Worldsinger, and I figured if I was gonna spend an extended amount of time on Roshar I may as well bond a spren. Got mental health issues so I qualify for a Nahel bond and in that case why not? Took the official quiz and it was between Truthwatcher and Edgedancer and I decided the prior suited me better so I went with that. Then I got into my own head in such a scenario, and decided if I was gonna fulfill my Truthwatcher oaths I’d have to seek further knowledge, and that led me toward learning about investiture by observing the intersections between surgebinding and Allomancy and Feruchemy as I inevitably played with my powers. And I’ve contemplated such topics more than once on this blog so that led me to using Mistlight to fuel all my investitures and enhance my existing investments, which I figure would inevitably lead my Cosmere self to figuring out how to use surgebinding-based access to large amounts of Scadrian investiture to increase my investment in both my metallic arts and gain access to the rest of the metals as a result, at which point I figured I may as well get Investiture bingo and use Mistlight-fueled Nicrosil compounding to make more breaths after getting a sample of Nalthian investiture and reach at least the fifth heightening so I could become immortal. And that’s why twinborn world hoppers are op if they’re dedicated enough to learning about how magic works. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[camfordhq-blog]

How did you get into porn?

“Honestly, how I got into porn isn’t that interesting of a story. Truthfully, I just auditioned for NDHQ and here I am. There was a lot of thought and research done before I just jumped on in. I had to make sure that this move was the right one for me, and so far I think it has been.”

How has this career affected your relationships with people? Do you feel judged by friends and family that were close to you before you started in porn?

“It hasn’t really changed my relationship with anyone. I can’t say that my parents are super thrilled with this career choice, but I think they’re more concerned for my safety than anything else. I think I’m probably just one of the lucky ones whose parents respect and accept that my choices are mine to make and my life is mine to live. As for my friends, they are so supportive, I get like five texts a day and at least two phone calls from them just checking in. It’s amazing and I know this level of support isn’t the most common. There are a few people in my life who have had a lot to say against me being in this industry, but the people closest to me, my inner circle, I don’t feel like much has changed other than me being on the other side of the country from them.”

Do you see yourself as an adult entertainer for the long term? If not, what’s next for you?

“I’m only twenty years old, long term for me is like a year. No, but I know what you mean, and no I don’t see myself doing this for more than a couple of years. I’d like to use the medium of video and film to tell a multitude of stories and open people’s eyes to different perspectives. I really love the screen writing, producing and even directing aspect the most. So I would definitely like to spend more time behind the scenes than in them.”

If you weren’t involved in porn, what do you think you’d be doing?

“Definitely school, no question about it! I love school, I love learning, I love finding out new things, I love researching and writing and pushing myself to expand my mind. I am currently looking into schools in the area with screen writing and cinematography programs, so you never know you might see me in a class near you soon.”

What is your most memorable experience, good or bad, working in this industry?

“I haven’t even been in the industry for a month, so every experience I’m having right now is memorable because it’s the first. However, I will say I think I’ve already decided what the absolute best thing about this industry is going to be and that’s the people. Everyone here, is so warm and so welcoming. There is just this inherent level of trust in the foundation of this community that is just so inspiring and motivating. I feel honored to experience it first hand.”

What is the biggest advantage or perk to this career? Biggest disadvantage or drawback?

“There are a ridiculous amount of perks. There’s the living situation, like that’s pretty amazing, I love my space and I love that I am surrounded by other content creators here, I think learning wise and collaboration wise that is the biggest perk. There’s also the obvious, free stuff, I never thought I’d need more than the drawer of my nightstand for my toys, and there’s a whole section of my closet completely dedicated to just costumes and underwear. It’s basically the dream. I think despite all of the love filling this place, the stigma attached to adult entertainment and how it prompts people to look at you and speak to you and judge you, is the biggest drawback.”

What do you think sets you apart from the other creators at NDHQ and in porn in general?

“Oh wow, okay, that’s a question isn’t it? Umm... well I think my look is pretty unique and my filming and editing style. I don’t know, honestly I’ve been labeled as different so consistently in my life that I think it’s informed my style and my personality, the way I carry myself. I think all of that translate onto film. Which is pretty cool to me.”

What’s next for you in terms of content? What can we expect to see from your channel?

“I’m working on a series of videos that have been conceived by me, but will star some of the amazing talent that NDHQ has to offer. I don’t want to say too much about it, it’s still in it’s infancy stages and I don’t want to jinx anything, but I will say that I am so excited to be able to work behind the scenes for a while and to really flex some producer muscles. Also solo work, I think I would like to do a series that shows my sexual exploration of my own body, what does and doesn’t work for me, and hope that it encourages others to do the same.”

Where do your see yourself in 10 years? Are you still with the company? Have you moved onto a new aspect of your life?

“I have no idea where I see myself in ten years. I just can’t even imagine me at 30 years old. That just sounds so far fetched and so far away. I can’t even imagine what I will be doing career wise, but I sure hope whatever it is I’ve found someone or a couple someones along the way. I hope I’m happy, I hope I feel light and free and joyful. If I’m those things then where when and what are as vast and infinite as space.”

If given the opportunity, what would you change about the adult entertainment business?

“I would make every company as respectful and conscientious as NDHQ. I’ve not had any horror stories and that’s because NDHQ has made sure every single one of their content creators is respected and celebrated. Unfortunately, a lot of my co workers do have horror stories and even more people only have horror stories. The idea that anyone might be forced to partake in a scene whether they want to or not because it’s their job, repulses me to my core.”

[echodrops]

My first thought on this is to tell you not to worry too much about Yatori and the possibility of Yato ending up tragically alone forever. From what I’ve seen of Adachitoka’s writing, if Noragami ever returns shit no one heard me say that whoever is doing the writing (I think it’s Adachi?) has a clear sense of narrative purpose and a keen understanding not only of relationships but also what events will ultimately tell the best story with their characters. Honestly, in terms of the plot events of Noragami, the growth of the characters, balance of romantic comedy with action, and the sheer amount of emotional baggage they’re able to parse through, I would not be worried about Yato’s fate. Whoever he ends up—or whatever happens by the end of the manga if we ever get there—will definitely be what is best for Yato. Adachitoka love their character, you can tell. They won’t leave him with a bad end. Even if the ending of the manga doesn’t involve Yato and Hiyori ending up together, happily ever after thanks to their tied plaques, whatever ending we do get, however sad, will be well-written and emotionally fulfilling. I definitely believe in that—have faith in the authors that the end-game they have planned is going to be the best one for Yato!

The rest is under a read more.

Before going on to the other pairings, it is my personal opinion that, at this point, the ending of Noragami can only go one of two ways for Hiyori: either she becomes immortal or she doesn’t. If she doesn’t become immortal, then the ultimate moral of the story is about how much impact a single human can have on the heavens and what it means to have touched the lives of people in need to help them grow and become so much better. It would be a bittersweet but meaningful ending. Alternatively, Adachitoka makes Hiyori somehow immortal, the hijinks never end and the moral of the story is that good people get good endings and true love can triumph even over something like death. There are a nigh infinite number of ways Hiyori could become immortal in Noragami, from becoming a shinki (still bittersweet) to dying and being deified, becoming a young, upstart god herself. Let’s not forget that the title involves strays, and no one resembles a wandering cat more than Hiyori… At this point, just as a fan personally, I’m in the camp that Adachitoka have some sort of long-term plan for Hiyori. Maybe the plan is for her to just grow old and die, but the longer she’s with Yato and the closer she grows to all the other gods out there, the less I feel like that’s going to be a sufficient end for her.

BUT, if we do have to look for alternate pairings, I have long been a supporter of Yato/Bishamon! I agree that, especially in light of the extreme amount of KazuBisha service the manga has provided, Yato and Bishamon can come off as bash brothers/platonic bros more than an actual pairing, but I think that’s more our conditioned response, rather than anything wrong with the pairing itself. The romantic overtones from Yatori and KazuBisha are so strong that they tend to (in a weird way) warp our views for what other pairings should look like: Yato is lovey-dovey with Hiyori, so we start thinking that other Yato pairings should be lovey-dovey; Kazuma and Bishamon are loyal and supportive, so we start to think that other Bishamon pairings should be the same way, etc. But of course this isn’t the case, and every pairing can have totally unique dynamics and still be just as good!

As I’ve written about Yato and Bishamon before, to me their actions are often coded in a way that “toes the line” between strictly platonic and teasing something more. There’s always been a bit of an edge to their actions—from Bishamon’s first introduction as an aggressive, overpowering female presence (in obvious comparison to the “good girl” Hiyori) who virtually dominates Yato in battle, to Yato’s role as her savior both physically (by defeating her corrupted shinki) and mentally (by allowing her to use her hatred as motivation to recover), to even their recent scenes together, with Bishamon leaping into hell and risking all her shinki’s lives for him to Yato literally being willing to go to war with heaven for her… The plot events that surround these two are definitely more intense and important than you would expect from two characters fated to end up as nothing more than drinking buddies/battle friends.

As I’ve written before, I find these two to be great foils for each other. They each have exactly what the other most deeply desires: Bishamon is the famous god of fortune with the huge number of followers and all the esteem—but what she wants is to be able to connect to her “family,” the shinki she deeply cares for but struggles vainly to understand. Meanwhile, Yato is desperate for the fame and glory Bishamon barely notices she has, while failing to notice that he already possesses what she lacks: the ability to relate to others in an almost human way, with close-knit, trusting bonds that protect his relationships from the same failings that plague Bishamon’s.

In other ways, they are also coded as two-of-a-kind: the only two gods we’ve seen in action with their hafuri, both of them attacked and badly affected by Yato’s father, both of them combat gods skilled in war, both of them painfully oblivious, both of them dear friends to Ebisu, they both have a dark history together, etc. Out of all the characters in Noragami, where miscommunication is rife and people never know how to explain their thoughts or feelings, Yato and Bishamon are actually the LEAST likely to have this problem, because the plot has shown us again and again that they both act and think alike.

And I mean… she did literally jump into hell for him. And he got his first “real” god-name cutting the heavens while fighting for her…

Of course you could argue that all of this is “platonic life partners” zone, and I’d willing to bet in the end that’s how it will play out, but I think it’s really impossible to totally negate the tinge of sexual tension that underlines many of their interactions. I mean, Kazuma has been buying dirty doujinshi about Bishamon from Yato for years; Yato clearly has to be thinking about her naked sometimes! Yato wanted Bishamon to spend time with him at the gods’ party even though he already had Yukine and Hiyori with him! And Bishamon gets all ruffled and angry faced when people bring Yato up, but then what is their battle banter about? Whether or not there will ever be a “romance flag” on their relationship!

Yato/Bishamon is a perfectly fine pairing to ship and in some ways is more balanced than Yato/Hiyori!

Worried that they’re just going to turn out to be “drinking buddies”? Don’t forget that this is how their last on-screen drinking party ended:

And let me just also remind you that even Yato and Hiyori haven’t gotten that close to a kiss.

  But if YatoBisha still isn’t doing it for you and if you’re open to m/m ships, might I also suggest Yato/Kazuma?

Now, I might be the only person in the entire fandom who’s into this or even reads their interactions this way, but I have definitely had a lot of thoughts about Yato and Kazuma, and some of them are that they would actually make a pretty respectable ship!

If you read my Yato and Kazuma essay with shipping goggles on, a lot of what’s written there could be taken in a very romantic light. There are many reasons why Kazuma and Yato probably have the healthiest relationship of any two characters in Noragami! I don’t really have the time to go through every potential reason again (since I already wrote them before XD), but of all the characters in Noragami, they have shown each other the most consistent care and respect with the least amount of strife or drama. Yato is the one Kazuma keeps running back to, over and over, any time he is in trouble or need, and Yato’s dependency on Kazuma is so intense that one of Yato’s life goals became to find “his own Kazuma”! Yato’s trust in Kazuma is unshakeable, and Kazuma (for centuries!) risked everything he treasured to keep Yato safe and well. Kazuma became a hafuri only after his bravery in contacting Yato, and even when Kazuma attacked Yukine, Yato still insisted that they weren’t enemies. They’re true bros at the least, but very fun to think about in terms of potential shipmates.

 Even the manga likes to make jokes about their “relationship”:

And I mean, #RelationshipGoals??? Get you a man that looks at you like Yato looks at Kazuma:

Or even better, get you a man who looks at you like Kazuma looks at Yato:

I’M JUST SAYING GUYS!!  

[cbk1000]

So, my sister came over to our apartment today and we had a good long bitch about the work situation, and I found out a little more, although she can’t give me very many details because she promised our boss she wouldn’t say anything to me.

Firstly, let me just clarify: I keep referencing ‘our boss’ and then referring to a ‘she’ and ‘he’--I can’t remember if I mentioned this, but the clinic is run by a husband and wife, not one gender fluid manager who is being kind of an ass.

So, back at the beginning of September my sister first asked about her raise; she asked the wife (I’ll refer to her as ‘C’ from now on, and the husband as ‘L’ to avoid confusion instead of just referencing ‘our boss’), who said that she was right in the middle of taxes, so she’d have to look at it next week. A legit excuse; I know she’s always really harried during this time, and I don’t blame her for wanting to just get that out of the way first.

My sister didn’t hear anything more about it, so in October she popped in to remind C about it, thinking she may have forgotten because she was so busy. C said she had actually forgot about it till a few days ago, when she’d asked her husband. She said it was in discussion, and that they were talking numbers, which very heavily implies the raise is a sure thing, it’s just a matter of hashing out exactly how much it’s going to be. So, apparently, back in October, the raise was all but decided upon, it was just a matter of settling dollar amounts.

A few days ago when I first posted about this situation (Dec. 4th, my archive tells me), she had gone in to C’s office to ask yet again about the raise, because she first inquired about it three months ago, and was starting to get irritated, feeling as if she were being put off. It was then that C told her all this stuff. I outlined the basics in this post, so I won’t rehash it now. 

C is very upset, basically. She did not want to tell my sister any of this because she was hoping to just delicately handle it behind the scenes, but I think she felt she couldn’t put her off with some lame excuse since it had been three months since my sister initially asked for the raise. There are some gaps in my knowledge of events because my sister told me just enough to avoid breaking her promise to C, but essentially, L is fed up with people bitching about us even though none of the complaints actually have anything to do with our productivity and the quality of our work, so we’re basically being punished because fellow co-workers are whiny shitbabies. C is trying to get the raise, but she is not entirely sure how to go about it because once L gets something in his head, he can become fixated on it; he also will act like nothing’s wrong for a long time and then suddenly be super pissed about something minor (this is not just her trying to play Good Cop and make it look like she’s on our side, I’ve seen it happen many times). 

We assume C did not want my sister telling me the whole story because she knows I am very confrontational, and she really, really does not want us to leave, and I think she’s afraid I’d be justifiably pissed if I knew everything and would get into a blow-out with L that would end either with A. Me quitting on the spot B. Him firing me on the spot. My sister said she was clearly very upset and is obviously worried this is going to result in one or the both of us leaving. I know she really does not want that, because back in 2014 I asked for a raise a few months before I left on my trip, and one of the first things she said was, “Yes, we can definitely talk about that; L and I most definitely do not want to lose you”; I hadn’t implied (or at least I hadn’t intended to), that I would look for another job if they didn’t give me more money, but me leaving was her first concern, and within probably a week, my sister and I had both got a raise.

I do not want to punish her, and L is not a bad person, but his management skills are often severely lacking, and as I said in a previous post, if he is going to cater to the asshole employees who are always causing problems and punish the good ones who show up on time, do their job without getting into personal conflicts or constantly wasting his time with petty complaints, then I think he needs to see that there are repercussions. People will eventually get fed up, and I don’t think either one of us deserves to be treated this way. My sister said she thinks he feels safe doing this because we’ve been there for so long, and he just figures we won’t leave, but this is pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back for me, and I’m trying to persuade her to look into other opportunities as well. We have been fed up for a while that some of the doctors upstairs are basically dictating how the filing system is laid out when we have told L over and over again that they (and he) are cluttering up the system with redundant categories that we already use, categories that will be used once in a blue moon, and just in general making it more of a pain in the ass to navigate; there are not the ones who have to navigate all these categories, so I think our opinions on it should carry some pretty hefty weight. We have spoken with him about this several times, and each time he agrees with us, complains about what a pain in the ass it is to deal with people upstairs, and then just goes back to doing what we asked him no to do, so sitting down and having a candid discussion with him is not an option; we’ve addressed problems with him before, and he just keeps caving to whoever whines the loudest/most. I could play that game, but I have better things to do with my time, and I’m not going to try and outshout everyone else when I have a job to do and can make much better use of my day. Also, I’m a fucking adult, not an incontinent fucking preschooler. 

It is infinitely crappy that the raise it sounds like he was prepared to agree upon back in October is now being held hostage because he is fed up with some jerkoffs complaining that we talk to each other instead of staring blankly at a windowless cubicle for eight hours a day and run movies for background noise. He knows our productivity isn’t lacking; we have bins full of confidential documents waiting to be shredded, so it’s clear we’re going through a ton of paperwork; and if he wanted to, he knows where we keep the reports: he could check and see that the trays are nearly empty/empty when we leave for the day. The people upstairs also know we are productive and not just fucking around, because when we’re behind, the whole clinic knows: reports aren’t in the charts where they’re supposed to be, people have to call down constantly looking for paperwork, etc. Several of them have commented multiple times on how surprisingly fast we are, so this has nothing to do with anyone being adversely affected, which is the only complaint that should be relevant in the workplace, and everything to do with being petty fucksticks. We don’t even interact with most of these people; we don’t even SEE them because they’re busy upstairs and don’t have time to come downstairs (except when they need to spend 30 minutes of their day whining to C), and we go upstairs only rarely to fax records and check our box for paperwork that’s ready to be filed. Which, btw, is in the nurse’s station, so they see us constantly coming and going and grabbing papers, and are therefore definitely aware that we’re not just sitting around marathoning The Bachelor or whatever. And that’s what really pisses me off about this--whoever is complaining has to know that we are obviously just running shows and movies as background noise, because if we were actually sitting and watching them intently, we’d be way behind and the repercussions of that would be felt upstairs really quickly. If we’re behind, everyone’s behind, basically, since the doctors and nurses don’t have the necessary records to review for appointments, billing can’t find the insurance info they need, etc.

I feel bad for C because I fully believe she is trying her best to handle this in a way that doesn’t screw us over and doesn’t punish us for other people’s whining, but it’s been time for my sister and I to move on for a while, and even though this is shitty, I think there’s a slightly silver lining in that it’s giving us a push to just gtfo.

[jaehyunwy]

guess who finally has time to get things done! 

i won’t be making changes to jaehyun’s background, so he’s still the same buff overgrown puppy that everyone knows, just thrown into a zombie apocalypse setting! under the cut are some plots and connections that i would love to have during the event, along with my answers for the task!

plots:

we’re both raiding this grocery store for additional food stock and you’re making fun of me for making the organic section my top priority

an actual attack happened right in front of us, so now we’re hiding in this closet until the coast is clear

i didn’t expect to see some else this deep into the forest and i almost hit you with my weapon, thinking that you were a zombie

we’re both running away from a zombie and you keep trying to tell me something. seriously, what’s so important about it that it can't wait until we get to safety? 

we made a pact to stick together throughout this thing and you went missing, and i’m losing my damned mind looking for you, only to find you trying to coax a kitten/puppy from an alleyway. i’m still mad at you, but we can add the lil animal to our group.

you got bitten. there’s no way that i’m leaving you, so i’m gonna be staying with you and try to help you through your symptoms. i don’t know what i’ll do when you turn, but i definitely won’t be able to kill you.

i got bitten. you should either run or kill me right now because i’d rather die than hurt you, or anyone else. please kill me as soon as i turn.

connections:

[ the dependent ]  i saved you from a couple of zombies and you’ve been clinging to me since (not that i mind)

[ the savior ]  i lost/broke my weapon and you rescued me from an incoming horde. i now owe my life to you and i’m hellbent on returning the favor. 

[ the authority ]  you hold a position in the government/police force and i’m trying to get information from you on how the hell things got this bad this fast

[ the ride or die ]  we entered this apocalypse together and we’re leaving it together. whatever happens to you, i’m not leaving you, and i know you’ll do the same for me.

[ the transformed ]  i’ve been looking for you since the outbreak started and now that i’ve found you - only, you’re not you. you’re a zombie now, but your consciousness is still present.

and a lot more, but these are the ones i have so far! 

task:

Think about your character’s area they live in– how would this impact your survival and response–how fast it spreads– so on and so forth!

he lives in sunny cheonpo. while it’s not as bustling as the city, there are still lots of people, tourists and locals alike, who visit the beach and the surrounding establishments. he also goes to yongdeok and seongcheon regularly, so his chances of getting infected are higher.

How does your character react to the rumors of zombies?

there’s a lot of doubt, initially. as far as he knows, zombies only exist in the horror movies and shows that he tends to avoid watching, plus, he’s not one to listen to gossip or rumors, so it might take some time for the news to get to him, unless a friend tells him about it directly.

Is your character prepared? (Mentally, physically, as well as their food, home, transportation–etc situation. Have they been saving food in case of a crisis?)

he might be strong and fast,but fear can still overtake him at first.  he might enter a shocked state initially, but that changes quickly when his survival instincts kick in. his house is secure and always stocked with food, a first aid kit and all sorts of gears and supplies for his more adventurous side. he has food last him for days, maybe even weeks if he rations them properly, and he’s got camping and climbing gear in case he has to evacuate his home, since his first choice would be the forest (the non-contaminated part, of course). he also has a car to take him places during the beginning of the outbreak, but he wouldn’t use it much in the future because the loud engine noise would alert any nearby zombies of his whereabouts.

Does your character know basic survival skills?

he may seem like a sheltered city boy, but he’s been travelling a lot and has adapted well to situations. he spent two years going to different countries after graduating, and he didn’t stay in five star hotels during most of that time. jaehyun is a nature boy through and through and mainly visited beaches, forests and mountains so he knows how to make a campfire, how to identify basic flora, and knows which supplies he would need. he has experienced bathing at rivers, climbing trees and scaling mountains. he would probably last longer if he hides at the forest instead of the city, as his survival instincts are much stronger there.

How long do you think your character would survive?

longer than most. he’s a cautious person and quick on his feet, but his drive to help every person that he sees along with his hesitance to fight back (in the beginning) would slow him down and maybe even lead to his downfall.

are they afraid/frightened of the outbreak?

of course. he’s going to be afraid of zombies and the possibility of him turning into one, but he’s more afraid for the people that he cares about than the situation itself. jaehyun tends to put other people before himself, so he would be constantly worrying about his friends and family, wanting to know if they’re safe, if they can survive, etc.

Are they afraid/frightened of the possibility of dying and/or being turned?

as mentioned above, yes. he’d rather die than be turned into a zombie, as the latter would make him an additional danger to people, especially those he cares about, but he would be even more scared of both outcomes if he has a group or at least someone that he’s responsible for. 

Are they the type to turn to the chaos of the world and start vandalizing and hurting others–stealing? Or do they help as much as they can?

he literally would rather die than add to the chaos. he’s a caring and helpful person, so he would try to help anyone who needs it, but would prefer to avoid most people as much as he can, knowing that not all of them would have the same mindset as him.  

Do their personalities change in the panic?

playing sports has made him quick to react, enabling him to keep calm and focus on his actions and think up a strategy during dangerous situations. this man also has a seemingly infinite amount of patience when dealing with people, but his perfectionist tendencies will manifest even stronger in this time of need, so he would naturally assume the leader role in a group and take charge.

How do they react when it actually happens before their eyes?

the first time it happens, there’s a short moment of his mind just going holy shit holy shit holy shit on repeat so he might be frozen for a few seconds, but when the danger starts to turn his way, his instincts will kick in and he would either fight back, or flee from the scene. if there are people who need his help, he would try to save them first or try to create a distraction to shift the zombies’ attention on himself or something else, giving the others time to run away. in the future, he would be more prepared and his reactions would be instantaneous. 

Is your character physically inclined? Or mentally?

a mix of both, but leaning more on the physical. jaehyun is a football player so he’s used to having sprinting and tackling people to the ground, having a lot of strength and speed that fits his build. he has a lot of stamina and endurance, so he doesn’t tire out easily. he’s also smart and has the knowledge that he needs to survive, though he does have his vulnerable moments, which tend to happen during the quieter times, like when he’s about to sleep, when everything kinda sinks in. 

Will they go full force fighting the zombies or will they outsmart them?

he would rather avoid and outrun them, as much as possible. he still doesn’t want to hurt anyone, even zombies, especially if the zombie is someone that he knew before the outbreak. as the stakes get higher and he starts to accept that he can’t just keep running, he would start to fight back, especially if he’s with company that needs to be protected.

Is your character part of an important position– Like the police? Doctors? (How do they respond? What extra things do they know that the public does not?)

no, he’s just your regular college student, so he only knows what the public does. he would spend some time studying the zombies, though, trying to find patterns on how they think/move and testing their capabilities, so he might be able to obtain a little more knowledge from that.

How far do you think your character will last?

as mentioned above, he would survive for a long while with his skills and knowledge, but his desire to help everyone would affect that.

What kind of zombie would they probably be? Smarter? Stronger? faster? Slower?

he would be a fast and strong zombie, and quite smart, too. he would be difficult to kill so your best bet is to either injure him or hide from him, as running away wouldn’t be effective since he doesn’t have to face exhaustion like a human would.

[giballedrei]

Someday i'll Show u these, i promise

I decided to use this blog as a type of meditation I need dayli. I'll just write about current situations, what's going on on my mind lately or just the first thing I think of when i try to write. So today I want to apologise and thank the people upon my road.

First of all I want to apologise to the people I fucked up for my egotistical needs, I want to say sorry letting you bleed on the streets and in your own houses for egotistical needs of mine such as money status or revenge etc., sorry to your parents whom you couldn't tell anything bc u would've to tell them why tho. Sorry to them because they probably had sleepless nights wondering what you are going through and not be able to help. Sorry that you lost your status and couldn't let yourself get seen on the streets without fear. Even tho there are no rules in this jungle of criminality, I don't want to justify. Still I hope you moved on and took it as a lesson that there is nothing to aspire at all in this scene. I'm sorry for all your mental and physical pain me and my partakers dealt to yall

To those people who fucked me up, I'm thankful that u showed me that I don't belong to ya'll. Even tho most of yall got the revenge u deserved, I want to apologise that I acted the same way u did and maybe worse. Nowadays probably i would see the damaged souls of urs and wouldn't act the same way and even pray for u. But I want to thank ya'll for teaching me there is nothing to aspire in your dirty world, no rules, no trust, no loyalty, all those things you guys always talk about. Without you Id probably still be there where I was. I pray to god to cleanse ur souls so that u can make your mothers smile and ur fathers proud as a change.

I want to apologise to all those girls upon my road, I guess you always knew from the beginning that you're not the one I think of constantly, and still u remained next to my side. I wonder what u saw in me that led u to stay. Probably it's that different character I am when I'm along people I don't love and only use for temporary satisfaction. That overconfidence and indifference, there is something toxic about it most of yall chase and try to understand or so. I don't know why it is like that, but I want to apologise that I dropped u all everytime I got what I wanted. I can only imagine the amount of stress, tears and nights u spent on my selfish behaviour. I really hope you moved on and found men who can give you what u deserve and what u need. I hope one day u girls stop chasing toxic people and start realise your worth. I hope u can forgive me and i always consider texting you all but I'm not that stupid anymore, I don't want to make u feel something at all on my cost, whether its hope or hatred or whatever.

I want to thank my few real ones, who stayed with me during my best and worst time. I hope i can come back someday rich as fuck and can get u all out of that shithole in kassel. I appreciate u guys, i dont know whether u can imagine how deeply i took in your advices and Help, whether its personal or financial Problems we always Found a solution and we did it, doesnt Matter if we broke into Apartments, rob people or just talked about what was going on in our minds. I say our, because you even helped me when we were talking about your stuff. To those new ones, u teached me a lot in just a short time, thank u more for the bitter lessons then the good ones, u showed me that i have to regulate my feelings my expectations and so on towards people because we never know whats in their heart.

I want to apologize to my parents amd tell them thank you infinitely. Maybe I will understand your endurance love and patience when I get my kids because I would've gave up on me long time ago and I actually kinda did but u never did so. You gave me so much, mind, heart, religion, I will never be able to give it back to you so I pray every day for your inner peace and to Allah that he takes you to paradise regardless of ur mistakes. I love u. I'm sorry for so much pain, stress, difficulties and wasted time on my stubborn ass. But know I know that you see I'm evolving towards the potantially person you always saw in me.

The best is yet to come,

My heart, my world, my best friend and lover.

Luna.

I remember past years u rescued me once. I was just a disturbed misunderstood kid full of hatred and love at the same time. Without u I would've fed hatred until I became hate, and as u know I always feel more then usual, so I wouldn't know where this would end. Fortunately my destiny led me to ur path. U rescued me. U showed me the path toward the person u saw in me and who I always wanted to become. I could never measure the love I feel towards you. I guess I loved ever since, and will do so until the very last days of universe, beyond death, planets and stars. Tbh, I always knew we were to young and I am too immature. Or both of us, but me definitely. I knew you would lose yourself after you moved and so would I, but I knew you're too strong so that noone could ever break u. But I couldn't imagine ur path. Yes I earned my experiences and so did u, but I always knew our paths would cross again, therefore I always waited on you. And it kinda breaks my heart that you didn't. I didnt expect it, but it hurts me deeply tho. I can't put into words how I feel about what you experienced, the good and bad ones. Therefore I just let it be. It all makes sense, those are things I hardly deal with, but I guess there is this bigger reason for it, so I can learn and change my bad habits and confront the fears I always had. But I'm speechless proud of u. I still see the light in your eyes. And this light got me spark like ur fire did back in the days only stronger. And there u are, rescuing me the second time. After I lifted all people surrounding me up, they ran away and let me sink in quicksand. And when I thought itd be over, there was u. The light at the end of the tunnel. U reached me ur hand and u got me out. Out of the darkness out of myself. I guess I'm a bit hard to handle because I have to rebuild myself completely but let me tell u some. I will be thankful for ever. I will be in love forever. There is nothing that could change it. I love the idea of a team, like us helping each other out of the quicksand, washing each other off toxins and water each other so we can grow together. I love u infinite, and I will love u forever. I hate words cause they got abused so many times and everyone uses it so that the values got lost. But inshallah one day u will understand what u mean to me, how much I love you. Ur place in my life is above myself, I would kill everyone who tries to harm u. I'd kill and die for ur tears or your joy. No words could ever .. I want to grow with you, I want to live with u, I want to spend all my life with u, I want to have kids with u. Imagine our kids. They gotta be lit lit lit lit lit. Like fr fr lit lit. Like wow. Just wow. I get excited when I hear ur name, I hope my amount of love wont annoy u, I try my best to give all u need such as freedom personal space time whatever it is. I know there is a lot I still have to work on on myself, but i would do it all for the goods of both of us. Youre most important to me. When u read this. Youre not my world. Youre my galaxy.

Marry me.

In love,

Your plus one.

[thezolblade]

Fanfic ask game~ C, F, G, and V. If that's not too much :')

Okay let’s try these for some of the fandoms we have in common, though not all apply to each letter.

C: What member do you identify with most?

- FF7

I was going to say that I don’t particularly identify with any of the cast, beyond feeling for them as the story plays out. But then I remembered, omg Shera. It was obvious from the start that she did her job and saved Cid’s life, but he gaslighted her for not telling him what he wanted to hear, and only realised that she was right after bullying her for years? Wtf Cid, go die in a fire if that’s what you really want. It left me thinking “…And…? Will Shera be okay? Will she finally leave and get on with her life?”

I don’t care what Cid named after her in AC, I want to know if she recovered her self-esteem & career & personal life. If you have a techy skill, and people who don’t know better try to undermine you, that can be such a tough situation to handle… Years of it would be horrifying.

- Revolutionary Girl Utena

Anthy most of all, I think. Not the drama and trauma at the end, but the solitude she maintains when it’s not yet clear why. The show did a good job of showing that school can be hell for a lot of people, for all kinds of reasons. And damn, it was painful seeing Anthy spending so much time alone, offering everyone a false smile, avoiding the crowds because they really weren’t going to do her any favours. It got frustrating in the early episodes, seeing Utena push her into things when she’d said she didn’t want to about as clearly as she was ever going to. And it was pretty gratifying to see Utena apologising for that at the end.

I mean it was also relatableto see Utena trying to do the right thing, and getting frustrated at the world when it was never easy. I’m still impressed that they managed to demonstrate so much emotional realism in the conclusion, at least as far as you can extrapolate reality for magical near-immortals or whatever they are. With the show being heavily metaphorical, and ending with everyone trying to take the same journey in the movie, it seems like Anthy’s struggles were meant to have universal elements - showing how you can self-sabotage by hurting others, and hurt yourself by telling others what they want to hear. How you need to be able to imagine better options before you can walk away.

- Golden Sun

Uh, Alex, somehow. He’s an embarrassing mess, he makes so many bad decisions which are all ‘wft are you doing?’, and Dark Dawn got into near-wallbanger territory where I was disgusted with both him and the game, bc the gratuitous damage seemed pointless and inconsistent from a gameplay perspective, and so far across the line from a characterisation perspective that it’s really hard to see why Kraden was programmed to say that Alex may have been 'helping in his own way’ or something like that. But in the first two games, at least, there was some complexity to his attitude. (And bits like that of the 3rd one indicated that the canon may still have been trying for nuance, only pretty poorly executed. #.# )

Still, gotta admit by now that judging from the amount of meta and fic I keep writing from his pov, something about his thought process is relatableenough that you can see why he’d think what he thinks, even if he’s wrong. When he actually provides factual information, it tends to be correct. He uses relatively inarguable facts to try to influence people, and the trolling is kinda unrelated. The manipulation isn’t emotional “Leave or I’ll be disappointed in you for picking this fight” - it’s attempted-impartial “Don’t pick this fight because your opponent(s) are too strong / your parents won’t be released unless you keep your side of the deal with those people.” Plus a side of “Lol you think I’m trash don’t you?”, demonstrating that he’s not trying to use a personal connection as leverage bc he’s burning those bridges, and still somehow expecting people to listen. ’I’m not on your side! But you should take my advice!’ Embarrassing mess…

And yet the others sometimes come across as relatively young and distracted by comparison, making assumptions about the world that he wouldn’t, and arguing over petty details. What is the point of panicking over things you can’t change?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oh I like so much dialogue, tough choice. Uh well this probably isn’t the best scene, the oldest oldfic is still a messy WIP and I can tell it’d need a lot of work to match the newer stuff, and even to get it finished as what I originally envisioned I need to schedule a whole lot of time to work on it. But I want to, because I still love it, and since I haven’t managed to communicate the whole story yet to its readers, it feels like a self-indulgent choice. I’m pretty attached to the parts where Alex and Isaac get incredibly annoyed at each other, making the situation worse even while trying to work together, though they can’t each recognize genuine effort in the other - for a variety of reasons by this point.

“I… am sick of receiving derogatory communications from the aether, the last one wasn’t nearly as offensive, it wasn’t even real, - ”

“Wait, it’s… What?” Isaac was having trouble making sense of this. “Have you been getting obscene messages from the gods?”

“Can’t you go five minutes without bringing the gods into this?” Alex snapped, looking down again, seizing the chance to change the subject. “We are the ones with infinite potential!”

“Yes… but…”

“And you are the one capable of taking the rest…” It was only after Alex added this that Isaac realised he’d meant the two of them, not humanity in general. For a moment, he’d thought they were of the same opinion there.

“But is it… really…?” Isaac gestured at the paper, wondering how its message could be so irrelevant to Sheba’s fate. If it wasn’t about Sheba, what use was it?

“If you do not intend to believe anything you hear from me, why tell me to speak?”

“No, it’s… uh, don’t worry. I’ll take your word for it, for now.” Isaac smiled, realizing that 'don’t worry’ was slightly inadequate even as he said it. “We have to make sure it comes into existence the way it’s supposed to. First things first. We’d better head upstairs and tell the others the plan.”

“Bring them to me.” Alex could see that Isaac didn’t understand why he would request this. Shouldn’t it be obvious? Why would he want to go back to them, to approach them entirely on their terms? “Whoever would be involved, bring them here.”

“If it happened upstairs, you should probably try it there.”

“Do you think I still need higher ground?” Alex asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the noise of the water behind him - boiling water flowing from the cold tap.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Often from start to finish in as few sessions as possible, though if it’s long enough to take more than a few days, I end up jotting down dialogue notes, and then trying to put the notes in order, which gets more fiddly the more there are. The multichapter longfic get big chunks written out of sequence, which sometimes makes it easier to fill in the gaps by joining the dots, and sometimes leaves me blocked on how to tackle the parts in between.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Not sure I could choose anything; other people’s stories are their ideas, and I generally want to hear more from the authors because they’re not the kind of stories I’d have intuitively come up with. Reading fic does tend to spark plotbunnies, but more those that place a headcanon in its own verse showing how else it could play out - different characterisation even if I’m adopting a headcanon I like. Back when I read more fic, I used to get the urge to play with the more macguffiny plot elements of things too, but never got to the point where I had a divergent fan-fan-fic that I could have asked the author about as far as I remember.