#para: modern love

[disengagedspirit]

PARTIES: @dirtwatchman, @disengagedspirit TIMING: Late April, in the year 2024. SUMMARY: Mercy and Caleb have a heart-to-heart about what it means to love in the 21st Century. CONTENT WARNINGS: Homophobia tw, unsanitary (light mention) tw

The good thing about taking in a vampire? He still didn’t have to buy food when he went to the grocery store unless one of them just really wanted something. But Caleb still had to grab laundry detergent and cleaning supplies, especially when the two of them lived off of blood and brains, two things that were particularly messy. While he’d been out he’d seen a little trinket in the store that for some reason had reminded him of his new houseguest, recalling the memory of coming home to hear she had tried to fight his washing machine with a broom. It made him laugh, he figured it might make her laugh as well and on a whim he’d bought it.

“Mercy!” His voice carried through the house as he placed the few bags in hand on the kitchen counter, wondering if the woman had gone to work or was out telling more people how old she actually was. He really needed to tell her that wasn’t the best idea since she seemed so determined to do so online. There was no telling who knew what she was now. “I got you something at the store.” 

Caleb grabbed the little dragon figurine, turning to face the blonde as she came into the room with a bright smile that held a hint of playfulness. He flew it through the air, cutting up and down. “I don’t know why but it reminded me of you.” Maybe it was the vampire's resilience resembling what he imagined a dragon’s could amount to. She’d been through so much even before being locked underground for so long and now she was going through relearning the ways of the world. “Dragons are fierce, I imagine you are too when you need to be.”

—

It was Mercy’s day off from The Sugar Pot, and she had decided to spend her free time trying to get more acquainted with the modern day conveniences located in Caleb’s house. She had known to stay out of the basement and to respect his boundaries, but there had still been a lot of places left untapped, like the outer storage area and the hall that led to it. A hall she had been tempted to go down many times, but was cautious out of what might lay within the confines of this new location.

Gathering the courage, with her trusty broom in hand in case there came the need to fend off any looming monsters, Mercy approached the door and with a determined glare, opened it and charged inside with a battle cry!

“Goodman Caleb, is that you? I’m back here in your smokehouse! Did you know there are no meats back here? Only cobwebs and lots of dust and grime.” She came walking down the hall and through the house to meet up with Caleb covered in dust and cobwebs from head-to-toe; the dirt on her face only causing her blue eyes to stand out more than they usually did.

As she laid eyes on him and the dragon figurine, her face lit up with joy, “You purchased me a gift with your hard earned labor?” The tiny 5’2” blonde stepped closer and reached up to take the figurine from his hand and looked it over, taking in every single detail; tears forming in her eyes, “Caleb, this means the world to me. How may I repay you? Shall I clean out your smokehouse so you may use it for the upcoming winter to store meats in. My trusty broom is still back there ready and lying in wait to tackle even the most foul of creatures.” 

—

By now he should have been used to her way of thinking, the nuances of her words and what she compared things to, but it still amused him every time he interacted with Mercy. Her brain connected things so differently than he’d ever thought possible. His lips lifted when he noticed how dirty she was coming out of the storage room, the thought of needing to clean out in the back of his mind, but Caleb shook his head at her offer. “You don’t have to give me anything in return, Mercy, it’s a gift. Just because I wanted to.” The tears shining in her eyes sent a crease to his brow, the zombie moving forward as if it would help reiterate his point to be closer to her. “It just made me think of you, is all. It’s what friends do.”

After he felt his point had gotten across, he turned back to the few groceries that he’d brought in and started to put them away. “Besides, it’s not a smokehouse, no matter how cool one of those would be. It’s just a storage area that I haven’t touched in a while. No need to get attacked by dust bunnies. I think your broom needs a break.” Because it was hers now. Even if Caleb needed to use it every now and then he still considered it hers. It was her main source of feeling protected in such a large world that she had woken up in and he would never take that away from her. 

With everything put away, he turned back to her with another smile, taking every opportunity to make her feel more comfortable in his home. Truth be told, it was nice to have someone around on a constant basis. People had stayed over in the past but it had been a long time since he’d had someone to share all of his time and Mercy was someone that he didn’t mind doing that with. Caleb had never had that before and he liked it. “Are you hungry or anything? I could grab something for you in the basement…”

—

It had been so long since Mercy had been given something so special that she could call her own. The last thing had been the coffin she had been buried in with the nail that held her in place out of fear for what she had become. But now she stood in the presence of a man who had taken a chance on who she was now giving her a roof over her head, food, and a small trinket of his appreciation for their friendship, “Caleb Ellsworth, you consider me your friend? I will take that vow and cherish it in mine own unbeating heart, until the day I am rendered useless.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stepped forward and latched onto him interrupting his chore of putting away the groceries.

Pulling away, she looked down at the dragon before setting it gently on the counter and focusing her attention back on him, “I dare not come across bunnies of dust. If I had I would have fed them by now. Did you trade for carrots while you were out? If so, I shall go attend to them. Besides, I hath left my broom in your…storage area, and I must retrieve it.” Mercy didn’t mind doing chores or cleaning up. It’s what she had spent most days doing when she had still been alive, and it was ingrained in every part of her being.

However, she gave way to a pause when he had mentioned food, “Aye, I could eat. Are you hungry? Tis past dinner time, nearly supper.” At least time had been one thing that seemed to stay the same. Or so she thought, until Daylight Savings Time had come around, but that’s a tale for another thread. “I shall retrieve my broom and wash up, while you prepare the meal. If that suits you?”

—

The hug had been a surprise, the boy tensing when he’d felt her arms wrap around him from behind but he recovered quickly by placing his hand on top of hers. Cold met cold to forge that alliance of friendship that Caleb could feel she’d been craving. “Same here, Mercy Williams. These days most of us just say ‘friends forever’ but I like the way you said it better.” Still, he hoped she was still using her Duolingo. Speaking like that was going to raise so many red flags and apparently hunters were a thing that he had been unaware of before. He wanted her safe even if that meant losing the dialogue of her past.

“Oh, no, we don’t feed dust bunnies. We get rid of them. Don’t worry, they’re not actually alive.” Though he had seen a few skittering around like they were. He just assumed they were being blown around by the air vents before realizing his air was never on. They didn’t need it. He still continued to ignore them since they seemed harmless for now.

Nodding his head at her suggestion, Caleb pushed off from the counter he’d been leaning against. “I’m not actually hungry, I ate with Wyatt last night, but I’ll grab you something. Just give me a minute.” With that, the zombie unlocked the door and made his way down the stairs of his basement, flicking the switch on his wall to illuminate what he could only describe as a scene from a horror movie. Refrigerators and freezers lined the walls, purchases from the budding days of his business so that he could keep up with demand. One of the fluorescent lights overhead always seemed to flicker a little even though he told himself every time he was in here that he needed to fix that. He was usually busy while down here and always forgot. The work table he’d set in the middle of the room was stained dark from blood but the majority of the power tools that were lined around it were shining brightly as if they’d never been used. They had been…way too often.

Caleb hated this room. It was his deepest shame and the one place that he knew would land him in the big house if the wrong people ever saw it. But it was necessary. Besides, the majority of the bodies he’d brought down here were dead by another’s hand whether that be disease, accidental…or his new clientele for the other side of his business. 

Walking over to the fridge that he had cleared out just for Mercy, he grabbed one of the mason jars filled with blood. Another new ‘hobby’ of his. She needed to feed and he felt better knowing she wasn’t attacking random people on the street for her meals. He was already using these bodies, using the whole thing was responsible, right? After thinking it over, he grabbed a second in case she was famished.

“Merce, I got two. I didn’t know how hungry you were but I figured it was better safe than sorry.” The jars were tucked under his arm as he put the padlock back on but soon they were being placed at the little kitchen table for her. “Find any monsters hanging out in the storage?”

—

Mercy had liked the shortened version…friends forever. She would hold it in her mind only bringing it out for special occasions. After all, she had been burned, hypothetically speaking, in the past by someone who was supposed to be her best friend. But Caleb was different. Caleb accepted her for who she had become, and to her, that meant everything. Plus, he reassured her of all the things that didn’t make sense, like the bunnies of dust, and how they weren’t living; even though she could have sworn she had seen them hopping around when she had returned for her broom. Nevertheless, she had shrugged off their existence and need for nourishment, instead returning to her bedroom where she could wash up.

After she had finished and put fresh clothes on, Mercy returned to the kitchen. It was a shame to be eating alone again, and she couldn’t help, but feel some sadness. It seemed as though Caleb was constantly out with this Wyatt fellow. She had yet to meet him, but she wanted to know more about him. Everytime Caleb mentioned his name, it was as if the man’s face lit up, and Mercy knew that look all too well from her own experience of loving somebody.

Seeing Caleb standing near the kitchen table, Mercy went to meet him. She had easily slipped into her favorite spot out of the way of everything, but with a perfect view ahead of her. Eating with her back to whatever could be waiting on her had become a no-no in her book. Instead, she wanted to see everything that was happening around her, “I shall take pleasure in consuming both of them as I am rather parched from the day's explorations and no breakfast. As for monsters, the only monsters were said bunnies of dust hopping around your storage room floor.” She ran her tongue across her lips at the sight of the delicious red liquid that was sitting in front of her, but before she reached out to take one, she set her eyes back on Caleb, “Caleb, may I ask thee…you…may I ask you a question?”

—

Hopping. So she saw them too. Maybe he couldn’t ignore that much longer. It was new, that was for sure, but at least they were sticking to the storage room. He grabbed a bottle of hot sauce from the kitchen fridge, a milder one used for the purposes of a ‘drink’ and made his way to the seat across from her. Nobody likes to eat alone, right? Even if watching her drink the blood was a little weird Caleb couldn’t judge. The man ate brains and was currently taking a sip of the hot sauce in hand for his refreshment. 

Her question made him nervous though. It wasn’t the actual question itself, it was the way that she had asked it. Usually Mercy wasn’t timid with him since she knew he was willing to teach but this one had that tinge of nerves in her words. He pressed his lips together as the hot sauce went down and nodded. “Yea, you know you can ask me anything. What’s going on?”

—

She was a bit relieved to see him sit down next to her. Hot sauce in hand. His usual drink of choice, and one Mercy had grown rather curious about. But as long as he was there, it didn’t matter what he had. The vampire was just glad to have her friend with her while she enjoyed her early supper. But the question that was looming was something she was trying to understand. In her time, it was forbidden and could mean death if the two participating in such acts were caught, but here, in this time, it all seemed so nonchalant and accepted. At least from what she could tell.

Unscrewing the jar slowly, Mercy thought long and hard of how to gauge her question without running the risk of upsetting or offending Caleb, “This Wyatt fellow you are so fond of and constantly speak of…are you courting each other?” She felt embarrassed to ask. Most things that seemed commonplace, she didn’t understand and often left her feeling confused and fearful of upsetting the person she was talking to. And while she had thought about scouring the internet for answers to this particular question, she was afraid to.

—

Courting? The word confused him but a moment later Caleb realized what Mercy was asking and then even further realization came to him. Of course she didn’t understand it. The vampire had been locked up underground for over three hundred years, how could she know what was going on? “I don’t know if I would call it courting, mostly because I’m not sure the full meaning of that word to you. I don’t know if we’ve even defined what we’re doing but I don’t think we need to right now, I’m just enjoying it for what it is. I am seeing him though…romantically.” 

His hand went to the back of his neck, suddenly nervous about what this meant for them. Would she think less of him for who he liked? He imagined what would have happened to someone back in her time if they’d been caught doing this and the idea of it wasn’t pretty but was Mercy open enough to accept that things had changed when compared to that age? “I’m sure you have more questions now. I’d like to answer them all if you’re okay with asking them.” The silent thought hung between them. ‘If you’re still okay with me.’ ringing through his mind. Caleb started to avoid eye contact with her by staring at the hot sauce bottle in his hand, his fingers moving over the label as a distraction.

—

Mercy was somewhat surprised by the answer. A fear had washed over her, but she knew it had been out of what she had been taught as a little girl. She didn’t want her best friend to be sent to hell, because of who he had feelings for. It was something she had never really understood. Sure, the Geneva Bible had taught the word of God from a fear based standpoint, but for as long as Mercy could recall, she had always quietly questioned why someone who would create love in the first place and the animals and the stars and the moon up above; why would He cast down such damnation on his children for showing their hearts to one another. But it wasn’t a thought she had ever dared speak out loud. Even now, she was afraid of the consequences of this conversation, but then she realized that she wasn’t even considered one of God’s true children anymore. She couldn’t even speak His name or lay hands on a Bible without feeling imminent pain.

Her appetite had been put on the backburner as she put the lid back on the jar of blood and pushed it to the side, “Is this a natural way of life now or are you the exception? And if you are dare caught, are there consequences? Will you be made an example of and put to death?” They were all valid questions in her mind, because Mercy didn’t want to see Caleb get hurt.

—

“I’m definitely not the exception.” Right out the gate with the heavy hitters. For a moment, Caleb wasn’t sure how to answer all of those. Sexuality was even more complicated these days and he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression about how it was being accepted in society or how it wasn’t. Because there were safe spaces for some and not so safe spaces for others. “Those aren’t as easy to answer as I was hoping they’d be. I don’t know if I’m going to explain this too well because everyone’s story is so different so I might have different thoughts on this than others do.” He gave her a nervous chuckle before growing quiet again, trying to think of how to go about this to someone who was brand new to this world. “I think it all sums up to the people who are in our lives somehow. Some people are lucky. They have acceptance for who they are from the ones they love. Others, unfortunately, don't have that safe space and have to make their own.” 

Worrying his bottom lip, he finally looked back up at Mercy and sighed. “But no matter who you’re around there’s always that fear lingering in the back of your mind. I wouldn’t say that sexuallities that are different from hetero are a more natural way of life now because I think they’ve always been there but they’re more out in the open now. There’s still the fear of showing it though because there are a lot of ignorant people still out there. Religion is still used to justify their hate, people still don’t like different. Not everyone, of course, but more than enough. We won’t be put to death, not in the traditional sense anyway, but the prejudices are still there. People can still get hurt whether that’s physically or emotionally or both.”  

—

Mercy sat quietly listening to Caleb. The world had changed over the course of centuries. Everything was different. People were different. And instead of living in such a black and white society, Mercy was finding gray areas to be more prominent now. People seemed more intricate, and even though this was sometimes hard to accept, the 17th century colonial woman was finding more and more that she liked this freedom of being able to further define your character. Who you wanted to be. She had only experienced the tip of the iceberg, but this was like a fresh new start for her. All the things she could recall feeling; things that were slowly coming back to her, were things that had sat wrong in her heart at times. She had only been so devout, because that’s what her parents had taught her. What they had wanted for her. And when she was grown, married, and with child, it became her responsibility to care for that child and her husband leaving her no chance to really find out who she was or what she enjoyed that wasn’t tied to a familial life.

“Thankee, Caleb, for answering my questions. I was raised on certain beliefs that my parents felt crucial to pass down to me and my brother. They only taught us what they knew. One did not stray far from that of religion and the lessons we were supposed to learn. But this new world…This modern world, I see that people are more so free from religion and its confines. I suppose I am as well, not by mine own choice.” Mercy looked down and thumbed at the edge of the table, before sighing softly and focusing her gaze back on him, “I do not know if I will ever be able to give my heart to another, but I support you in your freedoms, Goodman Caleb. I hold no bias or judgment. Only that he treat you kindly, or I will drain him of his blood.” Her face was stern, before it softened into a warm smile lighting up her eyes.

—

His gaze softened as the worry started to melt with her words. For someone who was brought up in a time where this was unfathomable she was so quick to accept Caleb’s way of life all while threatening to harm someone if they dare hurt him. He knew she probably had more questions since this was something that couldn't be wrapped up in a two minute discussion but he was also glad that she was willing to accept things and drop the rest so quickly. It was a topic that made him anxious to say the least. A little at a time was better than a lifetime of discussion being crammed into an afternoon. 

“Let's hope it doesn’t come to that. But I’d rather you not drain anyone even if I do get hurt, okay? That’s always the risk you take going into something and I’m willing to take that risk.” If anything, Caleb was more worried he would do the hurting here. “Why don’t you keep eating? Like I said, I’d rather you not drain anyone so let's keep you full.” With that, Caleb stood from his chair and put the hot sauce back into the fridge. He wanted to let her finish her meal and his shot nerves needed a bit of a break. But before he walked away, the zombie picked up the dragon figurine from the counter and ‘flew’ it over towards her, placing it on the table in front of the vampire. “See? Fierce…just like I said.” 

[elboxitracio]

Now why would my dad, this cishet construction worker pushing 60 who spend his life watching only action movies and the occasional comedy movie, suddenly got VERY into mostly romantic K-dramas ??

[girasois]

words for users !

ideias de palavras aleatórias para ajudar você a criar seu próprio user;

random ideas of words to help you to create your own user.

core -> aesthetic core

vlog -> daily videos

logs -> daily facts

mp3 -> audio file format

m4p -> apple audio file format

mp4 -> video file format

txt -> text format

jpeg -> image file format

jpg -> image file format

png -> image file format

gif -> animated file format

raw -> uncompressed file format

zip -> compressed archive file format

rar -> compressed archive file format

web -> internet file format

doc -> document file

pdf -> document file

vinyl -> phonograph record

film -> motion picture; photography

user -> person who utilizes a computer or network service

i2 -> "keeping it real"

self -> a person's essential being

itself -> a person's essential being

priv -> private

luv -> love's short form

tale -> a fictitious or true narrative or story

archive -> to place or store (something) in an archive

list -> connected items

tier -> a type of hierarchy

talk -> speak in order to express something

chat -> to have a conversation

post -> to announce or publish something

zone -> a subject to particular restrictions

vie -> life in french

tie -> to form a knot or bow in

on/online -> connected to a network

byte -> a group of binary digits 

bits -> a small piece, part, or quantity of something

ram -> hardware in a computing device

8bit -> computer term used to designate either color depth

pixel -> a minute area of illumination on a display screen

data -> things known or assumed as facts

series -> a number of things, events, or people of a similar kind

village -> a self-contained community within a town or city

lab -> a laboratory

lady -> a woman

miss -> a form of address to a woman

mister -> a form of address to a man

error -> something not found

art -> the various branches of creative activity

petit -> small in french

poet -> a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression

thing -> an object without a specific name

stuff -> a vague reference to additional things

vogue -> the prevailing fashion or style at a particular time

tv -> taylor's version and/or television as a system or form of media

media -> the main means of mass communication

topia -> an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect

saur -> forming names of extinct reptiles such as dinosaurs

tune -> a melody, one that characterizes a particular piece of music

deun -> melody in deutsch

off/offline -> disconnected from the Internet

gloss -> shine or luster on a smooth surface

fae -> a fairy, in modern fantasy fiction

[blue-madd]

Did some mooore!

Altas

Mona

Tori

O'Liv

Enh'eyra

Made some picrews for my new Elmentian paras + the 3 older babies~

O'Liv,

Enh'eyra,

Atlas, Mona, Tori

[literaryvein-reblogs]

can you do a post about the forms of paranoia? Making up situations and anonymous online interactions, getting lost in your own head kinda of situation? 🥹😍

Writing Notes: Paranoia

PARANOIA

A paranoid state (i.e., a condition characterized by delusions of persecution or grandiosity that are not as systematized and elaborate as in a delusional disorder or as bizarre as in paranoid schizophrenia. Also called paranoid condition.)

A former diagnosis for a relatively rare disorder, distinct from paranoid schizophrenia, in which the person reasons rightly from a wrong premise and develops a persistent, well-systematized, and logically constructed set of persecutory delusions, such as being conspired against, poisoned, or maligned. It is equivalent to persecutory-type delusional disorder.

Historically, any psychiatric disorder characterized by persistent delusions. See also classical paranoia below.

In ancient times, any mental disorder or delirium.

An unfounded or exaggerated distrust of others, sometimes reaching delusional proportions. Paranoid individuals constantly suspect the motives of those around them, and believe that certain individuals, or people in general, are ‘‘out to get them.’’

The word paranoia comes from ancient Greek: nóos means ‘thought’; para- means ‘going beyond’.

In theory, the term denotes a mind that goes beyond the usual field of thought.

In practice, even in ancient Greek, it indicated a delusional manner of thinking.

But the concept was not as well known as it is today.

It was 19th century German psychiatry that brought it into modern discourse.

In politics, the word paranoia is often used to criticize an opponent, though probably few of the people who use it could actually explain what it means. Only rarely has the term been used self-critically.

Classical Paranoia

Conceptualized in the 19th century by German physician Karl Ludwig Kahlbaum (1828–1899) and later refined by Emil Kraepelin.

A rare disorder characterized by elaborate, fixed, and systematic delusions, usually of a persecutory, grandiose, or jealous character, that develop insidiously, cannot be accounted for by any psychiatric disorder, and exist in the context of preserved logical and orderly thinking.

Delusional Disorder

In DSM–IV–TR, (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, fourth edition, the diagnostic standard for mental health professionals in the United States) any one of a group of psychotic disorders with the essential feature of one or more nonbizarre delusions that persist for at least 1 month but are not due to schizophrenia.

The delusions are nonbizarre in that they feature situations that could conceivably occur in real life (e.g., being followed, poisoned, infected, deceived by one’s government).

Diagnosis also requires that the effects of substances (e.g., cocaine) or a medical condition be ruled out as causes of the delusions.

Formerly called paranoid disorder.

7 types of delusional disorder are specified, according to the theme of the delusion:

Erotomanic type: Central theme of the delusion is that another person is in love with the individual.

Grandiose type: Central theme of the delusion is the conviction of having some great (but unrecognized) talent or insight or having made some important discovery.

Jealous type: Central theme of the individual’s delusion is that his or her spouse or lover is unfaithful.

Persecutory type: Central theme of the delusion involves the individual’s belief that he or she is being conspired against, cheated, spied on, followed, poisoned or drugged, maliciously maligned, harassed, or obstructed in the pursuit of long-term goals.

Somatic type: Central theme of the delusion involves bodily functions or sensations.

Mixed type: This subtype applies when no one delusional theme predominates.

Unspecified type: The dominant delusional belief cannot be clearly determined or is not described in the specific types (e.g., referential delusions without a prominent persecutory or grandiose component).

Criteria for delusional disorder in DSM–5 and DSM-5-TR also include the following:

The delusions may be either nonbizarre or bizarre (i.e., implausible), and

their potential presence as a result of an ingested substance, a medical condition, or another mental disorder sometimes associated with firmly held delusional beliefs (e.g., obsessive-compulsive disorder, body dysmorphic disorder) must be ruled out.

Paranoid perceptions and behavior may appear as features of a number of mental illnesses, including depression and dementia, but are most prominent in 3 types of psychological disorders:

paranoid schizophrenia,

delusional disorder (persecutory type), and

paranoid personality disorder (PPD).

Individuals with paranoid schizophrenia and persecutory delusional disorder experience what is known as persecutory delusions: an irrational, yet unshakable, belief that someone is plotting against them.

Persecutory delusions in paranoid schizophrenia are bizarre, sometimes grandiose, and often accompanied by auditory hallucinations.

Delusions experienced by individuals with delusional disorder are more plausible than those experienced by paranoid schizophrenics; not bizarre, though still unjustified.

Individuals with delusional disorder may seem offbeat or quirky rather than mentally ill, and, as such, may never seek treatment.

Persons with paranoid personality disorder tend to be:

self-centered,

self-important,

defensive, and

emotionally distant.

Their paranoia manifests itself in constant suspicions rather than full-blown delusions. The disorder often impedes social and personal relationships and career advancement.

Some individuals with PPD are described as ‘‘litigious,’’ as they are constantly initiating frivolous law suits.

PPD is more common in men than in women.

Typically begins in early adulthood.

The exact cause of paranoia is unknown. Potential causal factors may be:

genetics,

neurological abnormalities,

changes in brain chemistry, and

stress.

Paranoia is also a possible side effect of drug use and abuse (for example, alcohol, marijuana, amphetamines, cocaine, PCP).

Acute, or short term, paranoia may occur in some individuals overwhelmed by stress.

A summary of paranoid personality disorder (PPD) in the DSM-IV:

The principal defining features of paranoia are pervasive and unwarranted mistrust and suspiciousness of others.

People who are paranoid are locked into a rigid and maladaptive pattern of thought, feeling, and behavior based on the conviction that others are “out to get them.”

Their perception of the world as a threatening place drives them to be highly alert to any evidence suggesting that they are being victimized.

A constant search for proof of their victimization often leads them to misinterpret others’ comments and behaviors.

Hypersensitivity to slights, both imagined and real, combined with the tendency to have excessive confidence in their own knowledge and abilities, create tension in interpersonal relationships and leave social networks depleted.

If we want to assess where someone’s paranoia fits in the spectrum, we need to look at 4 key factors:

How much the person believes the paranoid thoughts.

How preoccupied the person is with the thoughts.

How distressing the thoughts are.

How much the thoughts interfere with everyday life.

Studies found that some people who respond in a paranoid way have 3 distinct emotional characteristics:

A greater tendency to worry.

Higher levels of anxiety.

Negative feelings about themselves and other people.

Some researchers have found that paranoia may be caused by the subtle interaction of 4 factors:

Anomalous experiences and ambiguous events

Our emotions

Our previous experiences

The way we reason

TREATMENT

Paranoia that is symptomatic of paranoid schizophrenia, delusional disorder, or paranoid personality disorder should be treated by a psychologist and/or psychiatrist.

Antipsychotic medication such as thioridazine (Mellaril), haloperidol (Haldol), chlorpromazine (Thorazine), clozapine (Clozaril), or risperidone (Risperdal) may be prescribed, and

cognitive therapy or psychotherapy may be employed to help the patient cope with their paranoia and/or persecutory delusions.

Antipsychotic medication, however, is of uncertain benefit to individuals with paranoid personality disorder and may pose long-term risks.

If an underlying condition, such as depression or drug abuse, is found to be triggering the paranoia, an appropriate course of medication and/or psychosocial therapy is employed to treat the primary disorder.

Don’t just accept your suspicious thoughts: question them.

Paranoid thoughts often seem really compelling and plausible—which is ironic since, by definition, they won’t stand up to careful scrutiny. Instead of taking them at face value, we need to challenge these thoughts, weighing up the evidence for and against, and seeking out alternative explanations for the way we’re feeling. Some questions people can ask themselves:

Is there anything that might suggest the paranoid thought could be wrong?

What would I say to a friend who came to me with a similar problem?

Are there any alternative explanations for what seems to have happened?

If I was feeling happier, would I still think of things in the same way? Are my past experiences getting in the way of me seeing the present situation clearly?

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

Hope this helps with your writing! Use these notes as a quick reference. More research may be needed to write your story. I recommend reading the sources included here, but there are also numerous others.

[flan-tasma]

Sleeping with them (Fontaine men ver.)

In which I tell you what it's like to spend a sleepover with them (I love sleepovers, they're so great, I want to go to one)

Includes Lyney, Freminet, Neuvillette and Wriothesley.

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Spanish:

Cuando no está ocupado y quiere darse un descanso de su vida, una pijamada es un sí para él.

Hacen algo de comer o piden algo para llevar y empiezan a hablar entre ustedes acerca de su día. Hay veces en las que te habla de sus preocupaciones y se da el lujo de dejar su máscara lejos, ya no necesita ser un Fatui o un hermano mayor ideal, solo es Lyney y lo estás alimentando con comida deliciosa y lo escuchas.

Te pide que le peines el cabello, puede ayudarlo a dormir más rápido, le gusta cuando lo acaricias.

Te pide muchos besos aleatoriamente o los roba.

Le gusta compartir una rutina de skincare contigo, verlos a los dos en el reflejo del baño mientras esperan a que la mascarilla se seque o verte aplicarle una crema humectante es muy íntimo para él.

Definitivamente se hacen manicura y pedicura (si te comes las uñas o las muerdes definitivamente te regaña).

Se cuentan chismes que han escuchado.

Cuando duermen juntos puedes escuchar sus ronroneos desde su pecho, también es alguien que le gusta ocultar su rostro en tu cuello y en algunas ocasiones rasguña tu cabello entre abrazos.

Si tiene sueño y tú te levantas para cualquier cosa, él te abraza más fuerte y puede morder tu hombro para que dejes de quejarte, luego besa dónde mordió (sabes, como ese vídeo tan lindo de los gatos siendo bonitos).

Le va a costar levantarse a la mañana siguiente, definitivamente te obliga a dormir hasta tarde con él. Es un gatito cansado, déjalo descansar contra el sol que se asoma por la ventana.

Le gusta mucho tener pijamadas contigo, sobre todo cuando están en silencio y est�� oscuro.

Tal vez hayan algunas velas para que puedan jugar algún juego de mesa o leer estando al lado del otro, pero cuando está oscuro se le hace más tranquilo.

Le gustan las velas aromáticas de olores suaves.

También deja que le hagas alguna rutina de skincare si quieres, le gustan cuando los productos son frescos contra su piel y huelen bien. También deja que le arregles las uñas.

Te ayuda si le pides que te ponga alguna mascarilla o rulos en el cabello.

Le gustan los susurros, cuando hablan en el mismo tono bajo lo hace sentir tranquilo, y el sonido de las hojas de los libros o las piezas de los juegos de mesa junto al crepitar de las velas lo relajan.

Te ayuda a peinarte el pelo antes de dormir.

Definitivamente se acuestan y se cubren con las mantas para abrazarse y descansar, en sí le gusta cuando están en silencio y están juntos.

Le gustan mucho los besos de buenas noches tanto como los besos de buenos días, entonces te los pide.

Pers duerme con ustedes como si fuera su bebé.

No tiene ni idea de qué es una pijamada pero le gusta dormir contigo, entonces acepta.

Definitivamente algún Melusine se entera de la pijamada y asiste, entonces están en una habitación gigante (espero que sí porque son un montón) y muchos Melusines están ahí riendo y hablando.

Se peinan entre todos, quienes están peinados ayudan a los demás y se llenan el cabello con adornos.

Neuvillette lleva el pelo suelto para estar más cómodo, para que las Melusines lo peinen y porque está cansado, entonces si se duerme de repente estará bien.

Se suele sentar entre todo el alboroto y bebe té a tu lado mientras tu y algunas Melusines le ponen mascarillas, crema y sérum con total tranquilidad.

Te mantiene a su lado y se deja guiar por lo que le pides, ya sea arreglarse las uñas o el cabello entre ustedes o para las Melusine.

Tal vez alguna Melusine se duerma en la cama y todas hacen lo mismo, Neuvillette las acomoda para que duerman cómodas, luego recogen todo y terminan el té ya tibio.

Te recuerda lavarte los dientes y él prepara una zona de la cama para que ambos duerman.

Duermen rodeados de sus hijitas, todos acurrucados y abrazados como si fueran una familia numerosa (que lo son), entre murmullos entre sueños y ronquidos.

Neuvillette te acaricia la espalda y el cabello para que duermas sobre su pecho.

Hace cualquier cosa que quieras porque se le dificulta decirte que no, por lo que cuando van a dormir ya tiene preparada una tetera y un buen té que les gusta.

Le gusta leer junto a ti, con tus piernas en su regazo para poder acariciarte. Es mucho más divertido cuando tiene una diadema de conejito en su cabeza y una mascarilla con forma de gatito.

Definitivamente usan el sofá y se quedan dormidos ahí. Puedes moverte por todos lados, traer cosas para pintar sus uñas y hacer que coincidan con las tuyas, bailar a su lado o incluso hacerte alguna mascarilla capilar, él estará en el sofá dándote algunas miradas y sonriendo, levantándose a ayudarte cuando se lo pides.

Deja besos en tu cuello cuando has terminado de enjuagar tu cabello y te besa la cabeza cuando terminas de secarte el cabello.

Le gusta poner música tranquila y dejarte jugar con su cabello despeinado, también puede acceder a que le peines el cabello en algún nuevo estilo.

Te da galletas para que comas mientras hablan, también puede burlarse y pedirte que comas de la galleta que está entre sus labios.

Te arrulla para que duermas, te abraza muy fuerte para que no caigan del sofá (a él le gusta su sofá, es muy suave y tiene cojines cómodos).

Si te duermes primero, se acaba el té y va al baño antes de acostarse junto a ti, si se duerme primero él se bebe el té frío en la mañana.

Por favor usa su brazo como almohada, a él le encanta cuando lo haces.

Sus ronquidos son altos, pero intenta no molestarte, te deja ponerle alguna camiseta en la boca para que duermas tranquila.

English:

When he's not busy and wants to take a break from his life, a sleepover is a yes for him.

You make something to eat or order something to go and start talking to each other about your day.

There are times when he talks to you about his worries and has the luxury of leaving his mask far away, he no longer needs to be a Fatui or an ideal older brother, he is just Lyney and you are feeding him delicious food and you listen to him.

He asks you to comb his hair, it can help him fall asleep faster, he likes it when you pet him.

He randomly asks you for a lot of kisses or steals them.

He likes to share a skincare routine with you, seeing the two of you in the reflection of the bathroom while you wait for the mask to dry or watching you apply a moisturizing cream is very intimate for him.

You definitely get manicures and pedicures (if you bite your nails you will definitely get scolded).

You tell each other gossip you have heard.

When you sleep together you can hear his purrs from his chest, he is also someone who likes to hide his face in your neck and sometimes scratches your hair between hugs.

If he is sleepy and you get up for anything, he hugs you tighter and he can bite your shoulder to stop you from complaining, then kiss where he bit (you know, like that cute video of cats being cute).

He's going to have a hard time getting up the next morning, he definitely forces you to sleep in with him. He's a tired kitten, let him rest against the sun peeking through the window.

He really likes having sleepovers with you, especially when it's quiet and dark.

Maybe there are some candles so you can play a board game or read next to each other, but when it's dark it makes him calmer.

He likes the aromatic candles with soft scents.

He also lets you do a skincare routine for him if you want, he likes it when products are cool against his skin and smell good.

He also lets you do his nails. He helps if you ask him to put a mask or curlers in your hair.

He likes whispers, when you talk in the same low tone it makes him feel calm, and the sound of the pages of the books or the pieces of the board games together with the crackling of the candles relax him.

He helps you comb your hair before going to sleep.

You definitely go to bed and cover yourselves with the blankets to hug each other and rest, he actually likes it when you are silent and together.

He really likes good night kisses as much as good morning kisses, then he asks you for them.

Pers sleeps with you two like it's your baby.

He has no idea what a sleepover is but he likes sleeping with you, so he accepts.

Definitely some Melusine finds out about the sleepover and attends, then you are in a giant room (I hope so because there are a lot of them) and many Melusines are there laughing and talking.

All of you comb each other's hair, those who have their hair done help others and fill their hair with decorations.

Neuvillette wears his hair down to be more comfortable, so that the Melusines can comb it, and because he's tired, so if he falls asleep suddenly he'll be fine.

He usually sits among all the commotion and drinks tea next to you while you and some Melusines put him masks, cream and serum with complete peace of mind.

He keeps you by his side and lets himself be guided by what you ask him, whether it's doing your nails or hair for each other or for the Melusines.

Maybe some Melusine fall asleep in bed and they all do the same, Neuvillette arranges them so that they sleep comfortably, then you put everything away and finish the warm tea.

He reminds you to brush your teeth and he prepares an area of the bed for both of you to sleep.

You sleep surrounded by your little children, all curled up and hugged as if you were a large family (which you are), murmuring between dreams and snoring.

Neuvillette caresses your back and hair so you sleep on his chest.

He does whatever you want because he has a hard time saying no to you, so when you go to sleep he already has a pot of tea ready and a good tea that they like.

He likes to read next to you, with your legs in his lap so he can caress you. It's so much more fun when he has a bunny headband on his head and a kitty mask.

You definitely use the couch and fall asleep there. You can move around, bring things to paint his nails and make them match yours, dance next to him or even do a hair mask, he will be on the couch giving you some glances and smiling, getting up to help you when you ask him to.

He leaves kisses on your neck when you're done rinsing your hair and kisses your head when you're done drying your hair.

He likes to play calm music and let you play with his messy hair, he can also agree to let you comb his hair in some new style.

He gives you cookies to eat while they talk, he can also tease you and ask you to eat the cookie that is between his lips.

He lulls you to sleep, hugs you very tightly so you don't fall off the couch (he likes his couch, it's very soft and has comfortable cushions).

If you fall asleep first, he finishes the tea and goes to the bathroom before lying down next to you, if he falls asleep first he drinks the cold tea in the morning.

Please use his arm as a pillow, he loves it when you do.

His snoring is loud, but he tries not to bother you, he lets you put a shirt in his mouth so you can sleep peacefully.

[flwoie]

TABLE TENNIS — KIM DONGHYUN

☆ when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandalism by a response the next day in blue sharpie.

STARRING ≻ schoolmate! leehan x gn! reader (guest star : danielle of nwjns) GENRE ≻ romcom small angst hs au heavily inspired by that one scene from ‘para sa hopeless romantic' (PLEASE U GUYS SHOULD WATCH IT, ITS SO GOOD) CONTAINS ≻ vandalism (duh) so many timestamps and im sorry abt it WORD COUNT ≻ 682 (not proofread im sorry i gave up on using grammar checkers)

🗯️ sona's back with the weird ass titles??? dont know a slick about bnd but here i am. hope you’ll like this anon 😊

You're done with love.

This is the fourth time you've gone on a date with some weird guy. They keep getting worse every time. Your first date couldn't stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn't want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn't stop calling you insecure—when you weren't. If your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

She shows you Instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she's heard by others. You interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

"Y/N, trust me, they're not going to be as bad as the others!" She urges.

"You said that last time. I'm done, Danielle." You clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

'I'M DONE WITH LOVE!'

You pointed out your writing on the table to Danielle, making her roll her eyes.

'Wow, emo. Are you heartbroken?'

Those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. You pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'Not really. Men just irritate me. Speaking of which, are you a guy?'

Danielle walks in and sits next to you, observing that you're not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

"What's got you smiling now?"

"Look," you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, "someone replied to my vandal." She leans in to read your messages.

"Very modern," she sarcastically remarks. "Who knows, that could be the love of your life."

"You're crazy. What 'love of my life' are you talking about? We don't even know anything about them."

She nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. "But, Y/N, admit it. You're excited," she teases.

Leehan eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. He grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

He waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. His friend urges him to leave with him so they'll do their project, but all he replies is that he'll follow along. As his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'Not all men, I'm different from them.'

You looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

"What if we skipped our next class? So we can see who's answering your messages," Danielle suggests.

"No way. We're going to be absent from our next class just because you're curious about who's answering."

"Nuh uh, it's for love."

From there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'So you're a guy. Well, I hope you're different from them.'

'Hah! I'm a good boy :)'

'Really now?'

Danielle grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'Really now? Do you have a girlfriend?'

'Nope. I don't think anyone would want to date me. What about you?'

She squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. "He's single, Y/N, he's single!" You scoff and ignore her antics.

'Me neither. My friend won't stop setting me up on dates.'

Leehan hasn't replied to your message since. He's afraid that this might be his last chance at love. He's been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

He just wasn't good enough.

You thought the conversation ended there. It's been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. Danielle lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'Maybe she can set us up together?'

"Hurry up and ask for his name. I might know him!" she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'I'd love that. I'm Y/N.'

'Leehan :)'

masterlist

[quitealotofsodapop]

He tenido esta pregunta para el wukongverse en mucho tiempo... ¿Rin Rin... Es Macaque...? (Porque me fui a buscar la wiki y al parecer Macaque no aparece en Saiyuki)

translation via google:

"I've had this question for the wukongverse for a long time… Rin Rin… Is it Macaque…? (Because I went to look for the wiki and apparently Macaque does not appear in Saiyuki)"

It is very possible! Macaque in LMK has many character traits taken from Rin Rin in Saiyuki/Alakazam the Great; notably being Wukong's/Sun Goku's friend as a child, and giving him fruit when he was trapped under the mountain.

Curiously in Saiyuki, Rin Rin has a false death when she succumbs to a blizzard while visiting Son Goku. Guanyin/Kannon intervenes to save her, and convince Son Goku to go on the Pilgrimage while Rin Rin heals at home. She only awakens when Son Goku rushes home after completing the Journey.

Almost like how Macaque "died" during the Journey and came back during the modern day.

Ultimately she could be Saiyuki's Macaque. As we never see such a character in the film - then again its a 88 minute film for kids so there's a lot of plot details and characters that are skipped over.

I love the idea of Rin Rin awakening to Son Goku, and he notices her "beautiful lotus-petal ears" like it's just another thing that makes her special to him. <3

[triassictriserratops]

pls let us know your faves everlark smut fics 🙏

Hi Anon!

Given that I just did a Post Mockingjay Smut Rec List the other day. (Link here) I'm going to use this opportunity to do a Modern AU smut rec list. (spoiler alert, @katnissdoesnotfollowback WILL feature heavily. Sorry, not sorry.)

(I can also do a Canon Divergent/In Canon AU smut list if anyone is interested in that.)

Maybe Tomorrow by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 5/5

Everlark snowed in, two night stand, duck slippers, Glasses!Peeta. Shower scene. Need I say more?

🧡💚❄🐥

Come On Baby, Light My Fire by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 14/14

Oh my God, they were neighbors! Firefighter!Peeta. Teacher!Katniss. Fireman Charity Calendar. (IT'S FOR CHARITY YOU HEATHENS.) I, uh, I read it for the articles. 👀

💚🧡👨🏻‍🚒👩🏽‍🏫

Librarian!Peeta (SERIES) by Silvercistern (now an orphaned work)

Complete as 3 one-shots

I mean, COME ON. Librarian Peeta (that drives a scooter)???? Structural Welder Katniss???? My bisexual wet dream, honestly.

🧡💚📚🛵👱🏻‍♂️🏗👷🏽‍♀️

A Case of the Honeymoons (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7 AND a one-shot

Murphy's (Smut) Law. Anything that can go dong, will go dong.

💚🧡👰🏽🤵🏼

Unmasked by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 34/34

Not modern but i'll still put it here. Period AU. Masked balls! BOOTS. Hidden identities! Marrying for money! PEETA ON A HORSE. KATNISS ON A HORSE. STABLES?????? HNGGGGGGGG

🧡💚🤵🏼👢🐎

9000 R.P.M. by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7

Literally a drug for me, honestly. Just fuck me up with this. You ever want to just annihilate me? Write more of this in Peeta's POV. Would take me OUT.

Katniss Racecar Driver. Peeta Mechanic. Single Divorced Mother! Dimpled Daddy! JUST KISS YOU FUCKING MORONS, YOU'RE SO IN LOVE, AHHHHHHH.

💚🧡🏎🏁👨🏼‍🔧

Chemistry by @annieoakley1

Complete 3/3

Age Gap! Older Peeta! Younger Katniss (college)! Hot For Teacher! Former high school teacher but EVERYTHING IS LEGAL HERE.

🧡💚👨🏼‍🏫👩🏽‍🎓

Two Night Stand by @absnow

Complete 2/2

LISTEN, LISTEN, I'm a simple woman. Put my two idiots in a space together with snow outside??? I'm SAT.

💚🧡❄🏔

The Flatshare by @absnow

Complete 3/3 (Unless... 👀👀👀?)

Oh My GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES! (Wait...were they??? I mean...kinda????) That post-it note kind of love. the CHOKEHOLD this story had on me!!!!

🧡💚📝🥯🏥

Forbidden by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot

It's the 50s! Peeta wants Mr. Everdeen's approval. But he also wants Mr. Everdeen's daughter...

💚🧡🚗⛪

Love Is... by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot (BLESSEDLY LONG AS FUCK ONE-SHOT.)

Everlark as childhood friends. 😭 Peeta becomes an Everdeen. 😭 Mr. Everdeen calls him "son". 😭

🧡💚🧒🏽🧒🏼

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete one-shot

College Besties. Happy Birthday, Peeta.

💚🧡🎂🎁

Spellbound BY @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 36/?

This story is EVERYTHING to me. I LIVE for it. Witches Katniss and Prim? Ghost Haymitch??? War Vet Peeta remodeling a house??? BISEXUAL PEETA???? (This was actually the BIRTHPLACE of Bisexual Peeta for me. It was fucking REVELATORY.)

🧡💚🧙🏼‍♀️🧙🏽‍♀️👻🍺🎖🦿

Where the Stars Crumble to Life by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 8/18

FUTURE AU. Everlark in SPACE. (Well, another planet.) Criminal Peeta??? DIVORCED EVERLARK??? SCHRODINGER'S BUTTERCUP.

💚🧡✨🚀🙀❓

Outside Chance (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING (all three stories, main Everlark story is 28/32)

Everlark at the Olympics. Para-snowboarder Peeta. Biathlete Katniss Childhood friends! Teenage Loves! WHAT HAPPENED?!

🧡💚🏂🏻⛷🏔🥇

[rphunter]

I’m currently CRAVING some classic mxf plots at the moment and I have a bunch of male ocs I can throw someone’s way! I’m 21+ and write on discord in our own server but also open to writing on tumblr or other places! Advanced lit, multi-para, and can write a lot if we get the ball rolling, and I love all things slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, and so much more. Open and for some scenarios specifically looking for legal age gaps (not fresh 18 legal lmao), and open to things like size differences, golden retriever/black cat, opposites attract, those sort of vibes! I’m open to plotting new ideas with people but the current ones I have in mind are:

- Historical, 1800s~; a sweet, charming young noble man, can be written as human or a vampire if we want a supernatural twist! Open to writing him against anyone but some ideas: a woman from another noble family trying to be set up with him or purely intrigued by him and his reputation; a scholar, who he can offer support and resources to to pursue/share her studies; similar vein, an artist/musician/etc whom he can host and support; someone from more humble backgrounds hired to work in his home for him.

- Another historical 1800s~ setting; an older, stoic man from humble backgrounds, can also be written as a werewolf for supernatural drama! Ideas for him: he could be a gardener or stable hand for a wealthy family; a farmer in the countryside that helps a runaway noble woman, or a woman new to his small village.

- (Modern/adults) physically intimidating looking guy who’s actually very sweet/gentle, and his more fiery, rebellious/outgoing girlfriend.

- (Modern/teens-young adults) troubled, rebellious guy and a reserved, smart student type girl.

- (Historical, Wild West/adults) older outlaw and his young sweetheart, navigating two different lives and reconnecting after/throughout the years.

- (Modern/adults) older single father and a younger, bubbly woman; maybe a teacher for one of his kids, maybe a new person at work, maybe a neighbour who wants to lend a hand, etc!

- (Modern-slight historical- 18/1900s/adults) older country village farmer guy and the new woman in town.

- (High fantasy, historical/medieval/adults) A variety of adventurers, bounty hunters, rogues, mages, heroes that can fit against just about anyone! Fantasy races and supernatural stuff included (elves/tieflings/werewolves/anything and everything.)

If anything catches your eye, feel free to say so and we can chat more about characters and details! Some of my oc’s include darker topics in some settings and backstories, but all boundaries will be respected! I use realistic faceclaims the majority of the time and would prefer them, but also accept descriptions and Pinterest boards! Some of my oc’s are not white, so if that’s an issue, we probably won’t work out lol. Open to smut but it’s not the main focus and I don’t rush into it! Things I’m not looking for: dark, abusive relationship, complete power imbalances, pregnancy plots. Otherwise though, let’s chat and plot stuff out together! ☀️

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[prpfz]

I’m currently CRAVING some classic mxf plots at the moment and I have a bunch of male ocs I can throw someone’s way! I’m 21+ and write on discord in our own server but also open to writing on tumblr or other places! Advanced lit, multi-para, and can write a lot if we get the ball rolling, and I love all things slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, and so much more. Open and for some scenarios specifically looking for legal age gaps (not fresh 18 legal lmao), and open to things like size differences, golden retriever/black cat, opposites attract, those sort of vibes! I’m open to plotting new ideas with people but the current ones I have in mind are:

- Historical, 1800s~; a sweet, charming young noble man, can be written as human or a vampire if we want a supernatural twist! Open to writing him against anyone but some ideas: a woman from another noble family trying to be set up with him or purely intrigued by him and his reputation; a scholar, who he can offer support and resources to to pursue/share her studies; similar vein, an artist/musician/etc whom he can host and support; someone from more humble backgrounds hired to work in his home for him.

- Another historical 1800s~ setting; an older, stoic man from humble backgrounds, can also be written as a werewolf for supernatural drama! Ideas for him: he could be a gardener or stable hand for a wealthy family; a farmer in the countryside that helps a runaway noble woman, or a woman new to his small village.

- (Modern/adults) physically intimidating looking guy who’s actually very sweet/gentle, and his more fiery, rebellious/outgoing girlfriend.

- (Modern/teens-young adults) troubled, rebellious guy and a reserved, smart student type girl.

- (Historical, Wild West/adults) older outlaw and his young sweetheart, navigating two different lives and reconnecting after/throughout the years.

- (Modern/adults) older single father and a younger, bubbly woman; maybe a teacher for one of his kids, maybe a new person at work, maybe a neighbour who wants to lend a hand, etc!

- (Modern-slight historical- 18/1900s/adults) older country village farmer guy and the new woman in town.

- (High fantasy, historical/medieval/adults) A variety of adventurers, bounty hunters, rogues, mages, heroes that can fit against just about anyone! Fantasy races and supernatural stuff included (elves/tieflings/werewolves/anything and everything.)

If anything catches your eye, feel free to say so and we can chat more about characters and details! Some of my oc’s include darker topics in some settings and backstories, but all boundaries will be respected! I use realistic faceclaims the majority of the time and would prefer them, but also accept descriptions and Pinterest boards! Some of my oc’s are not white, so if that’s an issue, we probably won’t work out lol. Open to smut but it’s not the main focus and I don’t rush into it! Things I’m not looking for: dark, abusive relationship, complete power imbalances, pregnancy plots. Otherwise though, let’s chat and plot stuff out together! ☀️

give a like and anon will get back to you

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Tiala “Shark” Toa🦈

Commission Art done by @temeyes 🔼

A young female First Sergeant, who joined the U.S. Marines Corps to honor her older brother’s name. Who sadly passed away from one of the toughest missions. Working long and hard to save civilians from being captive by terrorists or any dangerous enemies. She’s the woman who would get the job done.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

🦈 Name: Tiala Toa 🦈 Alias(es): 

Tiala

Tia

Ala (her family and closed friends called her that)

Toa

Shark

First Sergeant/Sergeant Toa

First Sergeant/Sergeant Shark

First Sergeant/Sergeant T (Only her team or closed friends are allowed to call her that)

Sharky (Only close friends can call her that)

Alpha 5-0

🦈 Gender: Female 🦈 Age: 24 (MW2), 25 (MW3) 🦈 Birthday: November 19th, 1997 🦈 Nationality: United State National (American Samoa) 🦈 Place of Birth: American Samoa 🦈 Home: Kahaluu, Hawaii (Moved there to where the base are at) 🦈 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan (Native), Spanish (Learning) 🦈 Sexuality: Heterosexual 🦈 Occupation:

First Sergeant of the Marine Corps

Second-in-Command of the Warriors Task Force

Sniper

Appearance:

🦈 Eye Color: Dark Brown 🦈 Hair Color: Black 🦈 Height: 5’7”/170 cm 🦈 Scars: 

Wounds: Bullet wounds on her right shoulder where her burnt scar was at (caused by Callie Graves), even on her left hip (caused by one of the Shadow Company members)

Scars: Full burnt scar on her right arm where her tattoos were at (caused by the enemies who she got kidnapped), some small scars on her left arm (suicidal while being kidnapped)

🦈 Face Claim: Auli'i Cravalho

Favorites:

🦈 Color: Ocean Blue 🦈 Food: Samoan Oka and Hawaiian Poke 🦈 Drink: Water 🦈 Flower: Red Hibiscus 🦈 Hairstyle: Braided (during work time) and either putting her up in a bun or hair down (out of work)

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Nigel “Squirrel” Harrison

- Tama Nikau

- Special Officer Emma Tabua

Specters/Team Charlie: ( @deeptrashwitch )

- Captain Alicia “Origin” Marchant

- Lieutenant Luke “Harlem” Michaelis

- Sergeant Jackson “Doc” Blackwell

- Sergeant Edward “Eager” Jackson

- Corporal Noah “Cobalto” Garcia

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:

- Colonel Alejandro Vargas

- Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

- Special Officer Alyssa Martinez ( @alypink )

Task Force 141:

- Captain John Price

- Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

- Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin ( @sleepyconfusedpotato )

- Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton ( @revnah1406 )

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens and later joined in the Shadow Company)

Para Special Forces: ( @welldonekhushi )

- Captain Arjun

- Sergeant Aditya Tripathi

- Staff Sergeant Yuvraj Chaudhary

Shadow Company:

- Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens )

Second Commando Regiment: ( @kaitaiga )

- Captain Lachlan Jones

- Sergeant Damien Whitlock

CIA:

- Station Chief Kate Laswell

Personality:

🦈 Myers Briggs Type: ISTJ If you want the job done right away. Tiala is there to finish it. Whatever task that you have she’ll do it even if it’s small. She just wants to assist to make things easier for her friends and comrades (if you're trustful enough for her).

🦈 Strict but Caring: Just like her father, who used to be in the military, she is very strict when it comes to training. Making sure that the recruits are not just lacking or sitting around. She made sure they DO things. But she is very caring for her comrades. You can say it's called "Tough Love" (learned that from her parents).

🦈 Judgmental: Tiala had a habit of judging people at first glance. Of course, she doesn’t show it when meeting someone during work hours. But OUT of work? She’ll just give you that look. The look that says it all.

🦈 Stubborn: Tiala is usually a stubborn gal. She doesn’t usually ask for help. It was really concerning for others to see her working by herself very hard without any assistance. But if you’re a close friend with her. She’ll reconsider.

🦈 Reluctant: There are times that Tiala will hesitate when it comes to deal with people who has families. Should understand she has her OWN family back at home. So that will hold her back at times. 

🦈 Bad Driving Skills: She doesn’t have a very BAD driving skills. She can drive nicely! BUT. When it comes to the situation that someone is rushing her or annoys her WHILE driving. She’ll just swerve the car a bit. As long as you let her focus on driving then everything will be alright. Just be silenced and enjoy the ride😊 (And she had a driver’s license)

Skills and Abilities:

🦈 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Martial Arts and Boxing

🦈 Weapons: Mk 13 rifle, M4A1 and Benelli M4

🦈 Distinct Weapon: Gerber Gear Knife and Glock G43X

🦈 Special Skills:

Sharpshooter: A very skillful sniper who can take down any targets. From near and far.

Swimming: I know most people can swim but for Tiala. She can swim and goes down under water for over 20 minutes. How deep? About 50ft down.

Planning: She always has great plans to succeed in their missions. Even have a backup plan in case. If you need someone to plan ahead for any special occasions. Tiala is the woman you need.

Family:

Nakoa Toa (Father, Alive)

Elei Afoa Toa (Mother, Alive)

Hōne Toa (1st Eldest Brother, Deceased)

Sami Toa (2nd Eldest Brother, Alive)

Serah Johnson Toa (Sister-in-Law, Sami’s Wife, Alive)

Penny Toa (Niece, Sami’s eldest daughter, Alive)

Dinah Toa (Niece, Sami’s baby daughter, Alive)

Rangi Toa (3rd Eldest Brother, Alive)

Kanoa Toa (4th Eldest Brother, Alive)

Hemi Toa (5th Youngest Brother, Alive)

Iosefa Toa (4th Youngest Brother, Alive)

Tamah Toa (3rd Youngest Brother, Alive)

Fetu Fetuao Toa (2nd Youngest Brother, Alive)

Iona and Kiona Toa (Youngest Brother, Twins, Alive)

Pets:

Fin (Tiala’s Kitten, Alive)

Teine (Kanoa’s dog, Alive)

Unnamed Dog (Sami’s Dog, Alive)

Unnamed Puppy (Tamah’s Puppy, Alive)

Maliu (Tiala’s Cat, Alive)

Trivia:

🦈 Tiala’s last name, Toa. Means ‘Warriors’ in Samoan. So you could see that these families REALLY represented their names. By joining the military. 🦈 Love Sharks and the oceans. She secretly has a shark plushie back at home (Kanoa got that for her). 🦈 HATES the cold. It always makes her nose runny and needs a lair of coats and scarfs to keep her warm. 🦈 Heat doesn’t bother her. Even wearing long sleeves and putting her hair down under the heated weather. She lives in a "Tropical Island". What do you expect?

Background Story: (WARNING: Might mention about Sexual Abuse and Kidnapping)

In American Samoa on November 19th, 1997. Tiala was born. And she was the youngest one in the family.

After two years of Tiala being born, her older brother (Hōne) had left to the Marine but he would always come back home to spend time with his family.

When Tiala turned 16-years-old, it was her birthday. She had received very sad news from Kanoa. Kanoa came back from the Marines to tell them the news that Hōne had sadly passed away from the mission that he was sent to. Which really upset Tiala. She could feel her heart was crying out for her dearly older brother. For he had promised that he’ll come back home on her special day. So she hadn’t celebrated her birthday much since then.

During her Sophomore Year in High School, she was still 16. Tiala had a crush on a boy who was part of the football team. And she was trying to ask him out before their Christmas break. And to her excitement, he accepted. She had thought that she had found love in her life. But little did she know that her happy love life would turn out dark.

After the summer break, Tiala is a Junior in High School. Her boyfriend has been acting pretty touchy lately. NOT in a good way though. More like touching the part that she doesn’t want him to touch. Which made him upset. And she doesn’t want him to be upset. So she let him have his fun.

Until the year of her being a Senior, her boyfriend had been getting a bit more possessive than being lovely. And it worried her that she needed to talk with her family. But that’s when he pulls the threats on her if she EVER tells anyone about this. She hesitated and didn’t tell anyone. Except that her little brother, named Hemi, saw what her boyfriend was doing in the back of the school. Hemi was being sent by their parents to check on Tiala that they’re there to pick her up. He was going to tell their parents but Tiala begged him not to. So he just gave in and didn’t tell their parents.

And on the night of the Senior Prom. The school let the Senior students bring some of their family members to join in this special occasion. So Tiala happily invited her parents and some of her brothers. Which is only Rangi, Kanoa and Hemi. The night was going so well until Tiala’s boyfriend wanted to take her away from the party so they could have their “FUN” which she doesn’t want to. And that’s when he started to get very pushy at it. Which caught Hemi’s attention to see his older sister being pulled away. So calling the two older brothers. Kanoa and Rangi quickly came in and took Tiala back before warning the boyfriend to stay away. Soon the whole crowd’s attention was on them as the boyfriend was getting pissed off. Starting to yell at Tiala and blaming her for being such a boring kind of partner. And that’s when he confessed that he cheated on her with another girl. Which fueled Kanoa’s anger but instead of HIM beating the boyfriend up. Everyone was surprised to see Hemi ran in and tackled him down. Beating him up instead. One of the teachers pulled the two boys away and ended the party.

(Everyone was alright. Just Hemi’s knuckles were being bruised up and he was 11-years-old! Can you believe that?)

After graduation, Tiala had started to plan on joining the Marine Corps with her two brothers. To honor for Hōne. So they started packing and the two older boys took her to Hawaii. Where the camping of the Marine soldiers will be at. She had worked long and hard to finish her test and training. Which was worth it for she had passed all of it. And the two older brothers were very proud. She was 17-years-old when she joined.

So Tiala had taken the position as Staff Sergeant after serving for 4 years and she had made quite a few friends. But her two main friends who she had met are Staff Sergeant Ela Anand and Master Sergeant Herman Black. The two had always made her feel so welcoming ever since she joined in. And the three had been picked by an unnamed Colonel who needed soldiers to help assist to stop the human trafficking. And he did warn them about how dangerous this could be. The three friends were excited for this mission but Tiala’s older brother, Rangi, disapproved of this. He had his concerns for her as this was her FIRST mission and were afraid that something bad might happen. Kanoa had reassured Rangi that she’ll be fine. He will go with her to keep her safe. Tiala agreed with this term even the Colonel agreed as well.

They have traveled to Baja California. The borderline of part Mexico. The team had gotten an intel about Human Trafficking in that area. They have believed that the Drug Cartel is making deals with the other Trafficker who was doing Human Trafficking. So they have to act fast to stop them. The Colonel had already made orders to separate two different teams. Which Tiala is going with Ela and Herman and the others. But Kanoa cannot go as he is going with the Colonel and the other teams. Tiala had reassured her older brother that she’ll be fine since she’s going with her two friends. The two different teams had already split up as they went to look for the Cartel. But Tiala and her team have been ambushed and kidnapped by them. This was in May 2017.

3 months later. Tiala and her two friends are the only ones who are still alive. They don’t know what these cartel people do to their other team members but they have to stay strong and hope that the other marines will come to their rescue. But after a few weeks, Tiala had seen Herman had been dragged out of his cell first and was being pushed by the men. She doesn’t know what they’ll do to him. But her question has been answered by the sound of guns shooting and some people screaming. Her eyes widened at this and felt Ela hugging her and trying to comfort her. They need to get out of here and FAST.

At the very last week of the month, Ela had already had a plan to escape. And Tiala agreed to go through it. The two had already escaped from their cell and put down most of the enemies who were blocking them. And all they have to do is to go over the wall. Ela wanted Tiala to go first and was about to boost her up before being shot. Tiala was devastated and shocked as she saw her only friend had died in her own blood. She was taken back and was dealing with her PUNISHMENT. Which you will know of how she got her burnt scar on her tattoos. And already losing her virginity.

2 months later, Tiala was slowly losing her emotions and her insanity as she kept working for those bastards. As they were having their fun. And today was her last day to be living in this cruel world. FINALLY. Before they could even take her, there was a sudden shooting in the area. And even BIG explosions. Who could it be?

It was the Marines. And her brother Kanoa was the one who was leading and had found her. So he took Tiala quickly to the medical area back to the base. October 2017.

Tiala was released from the Marines just to let her rest and hopefully recovered both mentally and physically. She wasn’t the same from then. She didn’t want any of her brothers or her father to come near her. Even though they are her family she couldn’t get the images about those MEN out of her head. Every time they come near. She’ll scream or flinched when they are present. Which really hurts their hearts.

It’s been 2 months that Tiala has to recover and still didn’t let any of her brothers or her father come near. Until, Kanoa had an idea. While Tiala was just resting on her bed, looking through the window. She suddenly hears someone singing outside of her room. So curiously, she slowly walked out of her room and into the living room before seeing Kanoa was playing the guitar while singing their favorite church song. Called “A Pei Se Vaitafe” (Like a River). And she slowly walked over to Kanoa as memories flowed through her mind of how Hōne used to sing that song to her. And sat down next to him as she softly sang along with him. Her whole family slowly peeked in to see this and was very touched to see Tiala had finally come out to her family.

Before the Summer starts, in the year of 2018. Tiala had come back all fresh and new. For she wanted to continue to serve for her lost friends and brother. And then she heard that Kanoa was making a Task Force. She was also being asked by the General, named Alana and the one who was helping Kanoa to form a team for his Task Force, if she wanted to join. So she didn’t hesitate to take it and was placed in to be Kanoa’s Second-in-Command. That’s when she met the other two new members of the team. Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi and Dr. Aelan Kalani. The two soldiers who were the one who helped Kanoa to save her. And she had given her thanks and accepted them into their new team.

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[arthenaa]

Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶

I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.

canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk

Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party

You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth

Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you

at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not

then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.

Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign

you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back

and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you

she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph

and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.

so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons

it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around

falls in love w your love for your country

despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people

you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly

you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.

yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.

BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm

anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.

modern au hehe

met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch

she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could

even gave her a tour of the campus

showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food

you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself

definitely stuck by your side since then

you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks

definitely a gamer

you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)

loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship

you definitely treat her to various street foods

mizu : what's this

you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls

mizu: neon balls????

showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later

knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)

knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.

basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme

you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)

she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?

mizu: ha

you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF

mizu: ahhh my bad haha

walks u to class teehee

hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there

momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot

MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG

revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.

you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase

EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)

unintentionally matching

loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)

holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf

pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney

memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination

loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies

loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus

OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!

A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA

[dino--draws]

para!Place and para!Ilse Relationship Headcanons — because I am mentally ill. Also I slipped in a little short written character exchange too

Tbh I think para!Place got manhandled as hell when brought to Site-43. That man was in complete shambles, frightened and sobbing his little heart out. No one is listening to what he’s saying, he can barely hear them over the ringing in his ears. They can’t wrangle him down to get the eyedrops in and end up having to sedate him to avoid 001-A killing the man. This is a horrendous first impression 

Fun fact?? Ilse was only a Year out of the incinerator when the Paradox hits?? She’s not doing too hot.

So they see this frightened, alone man and Majorly see themselves in him. She’s projecting when they first start trying to reach out and connect with him. And he vaguely knows of her from parascientific journals and such, which is better than knowing Nothing (see: not knowing a damn soul in 43)

para!Place is touch adverse as all hell due to the previous shit and para!Ilse is a very touchy-feely person due to being touch starved and this does clash a little initially

They keep trying to physically comfort him or just in general put a hand on him and it makes him flinch a handful of times. He’s bad at communicating discomfort but they pick up eventually and start asking permission 

Place takes a while to warm up to Ilse, but they both end up mutually latching onto the other. He tends to tail her like a lost dog because Ilse knows the site better at first

Him getting injured by 001-A and Ilse helping in his recovery majorly grows his trust in them back when they were still warming up

They are both so mid socially. Ilse stands too close to people and talks a bit too loud, Place will stare at you with wide eyes in dead silence

After a while Ilse ends up as like the only person on site that Place lets touch him, because he knows they’d never hurt him. :))))

You will often find them passed out in one of the labs curled up against each other.

They could have some sort of queer platonic relationship going on. Its moderately co-dependent and theyre not sure what to define it as but they act close. Its just all platonic

Place tells Ilse about all the stuff pop culturally and more mundane that they missed while in the Incinerator. Oh and books. TV shows. Movies. Media themes and modern tropes. They are usually very baffled or confused but the two of them loooove to yap its enriching for em.

They have moderately incomprehensible parascience discussions. They do not always Agree parascientifically and sometimes butt heads, but they respect the others opinions

AND THEN EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT WHEN NGO DIES AND PHMD STARTS ISOLATING HIMSELF AND BREAKING UNDER THE PRESSURE ✨✨✨

He shuts out everything and everyone, gets some asinine shit thats been boiling under the surface in his mind this whole time and starts to crumble mentally.

It worries the Fuck outta Ilse, because they notice when he starts to deteriorate both physically and mentally but still can barely pry anything from him. They’re the one that prompts the “better story” line from him. 

They get Really strained 

When he abandons the timeline, when she realizes what he’s done and what he’s going to do, they are god damn furious.

Stealing this from Kiku, but Ilse basically jailbreaks her TAD jumpwatch and manages to jury rig it to follow him after some time passes. Taking the Cannon fucked everyone over, and they want fucking answers to what he’s doing.

She’s not going to like those answers.

Other tangential headcanons for these two

para!Place occasionally goes nonverbal. Sometimes stress related, sometimes he just Doesn’t feel like it. He’s gesture heavy or can use a text to speech to bridge gaps from time to time.

para!Ilse loves to draw. They’re mid at it at best and the drawings come out looking more like scientific diagrams, but they love to draw things that she sees in a little book. She looks back on the doodles she did of the outside world before the paradox with solemn nostalgia.

phmd has a damaged little rubiks cube but he struggles with it because half the colors are hard to see now with the red monochromacy 

Here actually have a little drabble because I am insane fun fact:

“How can you even solve that thing, with the monochromacy?” Ilse’s voice cuts through a silence that had previously only been broken by a quiet clicking. Placeholder jolts, and looks over at her. He’s sat on the lab’s floor, back against the wall, Rubik’s cube in his lap.

“Ah— well,” he rubs the bandages on his arm, winces, “truth be told, I can’t. The only colors that are still differential are these two—“ Place taps a darker square, and a pale one, “—blue and white, I think? I don’t remember well what they looked like.” The eyedrops make his vision blurry, anyhow. He can scarcely see, between them and the Paradox’s sensory effects. 

“So what’s the point?” There’s a shifting of fabric as Ilse plops down heavily next to him, adjusting her glasses on her nose. They’d long since popped out the lenses, but kept the frames for ‘nostalgia’. 

Place shrugs, “I like the sounds. I… I need to do something with my hands, HEAR something, or I fear I’ll go batty down here.”

“I can’t stand the silence either,” Ilse nods, she traces a circle on the tile with her finger, “the Incinerator was dead silent for all seventy-eight of those years, if I have to stand another second I may snap.” They give a harsh, bitter sort of laugh. Placeholder frowns,

“I… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. If this shitfest is anyones fault, it’s Dougall’s, not yours — no matter what he tried to imply.” Ilse would almost rather this hell over their previous, if not for the fact this one affected more than just one person.

“…at least the Cannon works.” Placeholder sighs, “its given the others hope.”

“You say that as if it didn’t give you any,” Ilse arches her brow, “did you ever ask future you anything about what his situation was?”

Placeholder looks away. 

“Place?”

“I don’t remember. Our conversation fades more by the day. But I think he sounded… tired.”

“If YOU’RE saying someone sounded tired, it must’ve been bad.” Ilse frowns, they tentatively reach over to him — a silent ask of permission — and he nods. Ilse gently grasps his shoulder, tugs him closer and Place leans up against her, knees curling up to his chest. 

“And speaking of, you should rest, Place.“

He exhales softly, eyes drifting downwards.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

[sngchngs]

Modern mdzs character headcanons

The Lans

Lan Qiren absolutely keeps a Burn Book. He uses it to keep records of every misdemeanour. Of every transgression. He has an entire chapter dedicated to Wei Wuxian.

Lan Xichen keeps a hidden stash of hard candies in his room. He likes to suck on them when he meditates.

Lan Wangji records his guqin playing and listens to it on his airpods when he's practising his sword techniques.

Lan Sizhui likes to sketch people. When he has a few free moments, he will find a spot, either in a park or a bench on a street, and will pull out his sketch pad and pencils and discreetly sketch people's expressions.

Lan Jingyi is a gamer. He plays games like Horizon: Zero Dawn; Yakuza; Minecraft; Kingdom Hearts. All his games (including his ps4 console) are hand-me-downs from an older cousin. He has a page or two in Lan Qiren's Burn Book.

Other sects under the cut ⬇️

The Jins

Jin Guangyao is a philanthropist. When he's not busy being the Chief Cultivator, he likes to (anonymously) donate huge swathes of money to various humanitarian and environmental causes. The only people who know he does this are Lan Xichen and Jin Ling.

An unfortunate accident (involving Wei Wuxian) left Jin Zixuan paralysed from the waist down. He competed in Para canoe in two Paralympics. He is now an editor of a publishing company.

Qin Su did not marry Jin Guangyao. (From an early age, she knew that their relationship was that of siblings.) She owns and manages a law firm that helps victims of sexual assault. Her firm has a high success rate.

A few times a month, Jin Ling helps out at a local dog shelter. He takes Fairy, and together, they help socialise some of the more timid dogs. Jin Ling prefers animals over people.

The Jiangs

Jiang Cheng is a bit of a tea connoisseur. When he's not busy managing his Sect, he likes to unwind with a pot of tea. He has sampled teas from all over the world and has a pantry full of jars of all sorts of teas.

Jiang Yanli is a successful cook/chef who owns her own restaurant and who has her own TV show and cookbook. Her husband, Jin Zixuan, edited and helped fast track the publication of her book.

Wei Wuxian loves eating chilli chocolate. To the point where he makes his own and experiments with the heat of the chilli.

The Wens

Wen Qing owns three cats. One munchkin and two rescues. Her house has been decked out with shelves, ladders, platforms, and scratching trees. She has an entire room dedicated to the cats with an indoor jungle gym.

Wen Ning likes travelling. He's been to over a dozen or so countries and plans to go to more. It was Wei Wuxian who got him into travelling.

The Nies

Nie Huaisang runs an art blog (as well as a few social media pages). As well as his art, he posts pictures of his pet birds as well as any wild birds he sees. His artworks are phenomenal, with a nod to more traditional styles. He has thousands of followers.

Despite his tough exterior, Nie Mingjue has sensitive taste buds and can't handle food that is too spicy, too sweet, or too hot in temperature.

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[kazumist]

TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME .ᐟ ( a childe x fem!reader smau )

synopsis: just two best friends since childhood, and a high school graduation arriving too soon for their liking. but what is actually your relationship with childe—if not 7 years of unsaid feelings?

started on: 06/17/23 | ended on: tba.

genres: FILIPINO SMAU (more like taglish tbh), high school!au, modern!au, childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, angst, comedy, profanities and kys jokes, reader is lowkey bad at feelings, childe is a pining idiot, puro katarantaduhan ko lng to, other ships might be implied or stated, CHILDE TORPE REAL, socmed with narrations !!

note: inspired by the movie "i'm drunk, i love you". (🖋️) means the ep has narrations

taglist: open! reply under here or send me an ask to be included

playlist: soundtrip para sa katorpehan niyo ni childe

STARRING: scara unmute mo na kami

EPISODES:

യ 01. partners in crime

യ 02. raincheck

യ 03. mcdo with feelings

യ 04. spotify shenanigans

യ 05. their own thing (🖋️)

യ 06. lowkey bagay kayo

യ 07. anaheim

യ 08. may mali ba?

യ 09. i know

യ 10. maybe, maybe

യ 11. back to normal

യ 12. by pair

യ 13. ulan na may onting meet up

യ 14. sakitin

യ 15. emergencies

യ 16. friendly date

യ 17. lagi't lagi

യ 18. anaheim part two

യ 19. gandang bungad

യ 20. ano ba talaga?

AND MORE TO COME . . .

EXTRAS:

യ 01. huxiao dump