#random storytime on my 'acting skills'

[vermillioncrown]

Hello im here to cause trouble. Zyx transmigrates into Yue Qingyuan.

hi sorry, i was busy with skule and work

SJ!SQQ would immediately clock an imposter, if Z!YQY doesn’t play it right as they transmigrate

(bad ending SJ!SQQ murders Z!YQY lol)

Uhhhh if Z!YQY manages to sus out what’s happening, and with the limited (and lacking) perspective in PIDW they manage to discover and speculate on a few things

og!YQY barely has his shit together. Sword and cultivation masquerading as whole, perfect façade as sect leader gone in his private quarters, odd trinkets that seem so mundane for a powerful man to keep. Heap and heaps of spiritually potent gifts, boxed in beautiful lacquered wood and ready to go... to whom?

og!YQY isn’t stupid (that was her worst case opinion), just indulgent. ZYX was of an absolutely low opinion of YQY - his behavior was similar to academic advisors that let their shittier students run roughshod over the rest of their mentees, sabotaging, scheming, stealing, all the nasty stuff. And while ZYX despises those students, they also feel it’s the professors’ job (as the ones that selected these students at that academic level) to enforce and impart integrity on those assholes. the SQQ&YQY dynamic is everything that pisses her off

 OG!LBH missed a lot of detail when it didn’t concern his immediate sphere of influence. He noted that SQQ ‘hated’ YQY, but Z!YQY (with a more normal and socialized upbringing than all these trauma-bait characters) starts to understand that it’s almost like mean pigtail pulling. Baffling.

ok ok ok... there’s history there, and holy shit out of all these low iq imbeciles, it’s gonna be the most vicious fucker out there (barring bingge) that will find them out.

Z!YQY grits their teeth, pulls xuan su out, and fakes a qi deviation like their life depends on it (it kinda does). it fucking hurts, like someone stuck an immersion blender inside, pureed their life essence into a bisque, and sucked it out their belly button through a straw. so it’s kinda necessary that Z!YQY stay on qian cao for a bit

“Asking Mu-shidi... don’t tell Shen Qingqiu”

MQF pauses whatever he’s doing. gives Z!YQY a Look.

“Has Shen-shixiong lost zhangmen-shixiong’s favor?” 

Z!YQY tries so hard to not let the ‘o i fucked up’ look slip out.

“This... one has given more thought to--to many subjects,” they answer vaguely. MQF thinks they look pensive and melancholic. Z!YQY is actually tiptoeing through a verbal and social minefield. They look up, and give MQF a helpless smile. “On this shixiong’s sickbed, we can afford to be more candid. Mu-shidi, please tell me your honest opinion?”

using every ounce of their gossip-gathering skills (not that they developed it for evil - it was just fun to know gossip, and sometimes people needed to vent and then they would say the most interesting things -), Z!YQY pries out MQF’s perspective on the SQQ-YQY Issue. it’s not a complete perspective, but there’s more to go on with YQY’s hidden cultivation issues, SQQ’s also unstable cultivation (?!?!?), and the... sheer duration of this.

Since they were disciples.

Z!YQY thinks they know the approach to take now. It’s not going to be resolved by one, grand and impeccable act towards SQQ - rather, Z!YQY is going to have to manipulate their dynamic to evolve.

It starts with a simple, distant greeting. “Shen-shidi,” at the next peak lord meeting, one that Z!YQY called to get an emergency update on the state of affairs due to ‘unexpected health issues’.

SQQ looks like Z!YQY backhanded their face. Anger and annoyance at some routine changing. but when SQQ starts mouthing off, sly and poisonous barbs thrown across the meeting hall, Z!YQY marvels at how obvious SQQ’s apprehension and fear are.

not one peak lord says anything addressing it.

LQG storms out of the meeting as soon as he is able to. “Lacking manners and respect for Zhangmen-shixiong - I refuse to stomach more of your insufferable attitude,” he calls out when others try to slow him down. He nods firmly in Z!YQY’s direction before stomping out and flying off on cheng luan (probably off to kill a thing - Z!YQY could commiserate after bad lab meetings)

the other peak lords try to (not so subtly) keep SQQ from Z!YQY (”Zhangmen-shixiong, perhaps it’s best to let Shen-shixiong cool off for a bit...”), but Z!YQY lingers and the peak lords can no longer play at any polite pretense to separate the two.

SQQ is vicious once out of public eye. between the two of them, he doesn’t hold himself back as the most elegant peak lord of cang qiong, needing only his tongue to devastate enemies - his words still poisonous but with a rawer quality, his body language barely contained and coiled with tension, unafraid to get up in Z!YQY’s face.

‘what,’ Z!YQY thinks as SQQ verbally rips into his character and dignity, ‘the fuck did the original goods do to SQQ? steal his girl? fuck his mom?? smash and dash his sister??? YQY you did fucking something to this guy!’

again, this diatribe is so ... obviously someone lashing out. SQQ wants something from YQY, but a specific something on his terms. And whatever YQY was giving him before was not only what he wasn’t looking for, it actively upset him.

But potentially losing YQY upset him even more. Interesting.

okay, zyx; pull up your meager theater skills! let’s go!

Sad, overgrown puppy hangdog look. Tears barely held back. A soft hold on SQQ’s wrists, restraining him from further jabbing his really pointy finger into Z!YQY’s pecs (ouch).

“Qingyuan does not know what to do, nor is he able to read minds. Shidi wanted me to stop bothering him, and so Qingyuan listened. And now, it is apparent that Shidi wants something else he’s not saying.” timed look up through their eyelashes, even if YQY’s body is slightly taller than SQQ’s. hm. the hunched look adds to the sadboi act. “Qing--I don’t know what to give you if you don’t tell me, Shen Qingqiu.”

SQQ violently yanks himself out of Z!YQY’s grip.

One more blow. “Just... tell--let me...,” Z!YQY stops themselves from reaching out, and turns abruptly. “Pardon this shixiong.” Exit stage right.

-

So here’s the thing.

Z!YQY was banking on dangling the prospect of their changing dynamic to spook SQQ into saying something (and it’s less of a prospect and more of an inevitability). It’s definitely something, with the way that SQQ stalks performatively around Z!YQY, trying to draw attention to the fact that SQQ 1) exists, and 2) is fucking furious with Z!YQY.

Being as gentle-mannered as OG!YQY is exhausting, but SQQ definitely would not react well to ZYX’s true brand of conflict resolution (”Okay, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you/what the fuck is wrong with us because I want to fix it”).

(It pays off when SQQ finally cracks and it culminates into a one-sided fight where Z!YQY is accused of “finally throwing [SQQ] away like unwanted trash, the last black blemish on YQY’s gallant and spotless reputation”

“Shen Qingqiu.” SQQ looks like he’s about to strike Z!YQY himself. “I cannot change the past or stop each other from carrying its burdens. But-” Z!YQY hopes they’re getting the words right, through half-observation and half-speculation, “-you’re still here. How can you call this ‘being thrown away’?”

It’s not immediately resolved, but apparently SQQ takes it as Z!YQY wanting to wipe the past clean for both of them instead of leaving him and his 100 lbs overweight emotional luggage behind. Thus, Z!YQY gets away w never knowing nor using 'Xiao Jiu/Qi-Ge' stuff.

‘Oh,’ Z!YQY nearly says when a scent like fresh forest and cut bamboo invades their nose and they feel tentative, soft lips upon theirs.

SQQ looks offended when Z!YQY doesn’t reciprocate and pulls away, is mollified and made angrily bashful when his hand is pulled in for a kiss and then strong fingers gently lace through his own slender digits.

“One step at a time, one day at a time,” Z!YQY says, trying to keep their voice light and teasing. They tug SQQ’s hand up and back, leading the other peak lord until they’re standing chest to chest.)

-

(Eventually, as the sect leader, Z!YQY pays attention enough to catch SQH.

SQH is terrified of all the changes, but delighted to meet a fellow transmigrator that respects service workers (even if they pull no punches in how they think that PIDW was a malformed, inbred horse that needed to be brought out back and shot).

“Man, how’d you pull the stick out of SQQ’s ass? I thought he’d never get over the whole slave thing and the Qiu household-”

Z!YQY does a spit take. “-the what.”)

[roll-da-credits]

HC: Haikyuu Captains doing the ring light TikTok trend Characters: Daichi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Terushima, Kuroo, Oikawa

Brought to you by ME ACTING UP WITH ALL THOSE SHITS ON MY FYP. Idk if its trending in other countries cause all the video that goes on my fyp abt this trend is Indonesian so, uh idk. But for those who don't know, its this trend <3 (check the sound)

No one and I mean NO ONE expected him to actually do it literally NO ONE

His tiktok acc probably got famous because he shared gym tips and just replied to a bunch of funny comments loving his body or something

Then this trend pops up in a similar time he posted a vid of him just training and someone (you) commented about him doing the trend

"With those muscles you'd probably look good in that trend 👀"

You obviously didn't expect him to do it AT ALL so you just continued teasing it

Until he asked you to record it for him and you're like ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Obviously he's serious and when you helped him with the transition needless to say you felt quite light headed at seeing his shoulder muscles so prominent with the ring light

His video transition and caption is him replying to your comment

"Let's find out" <- That's what I think of him doing

Question translation: "Does eating a lot of meat make you fat?" Caption translation: "Hope this answers"

Everyone knew he was going to do it one way or another

His tiktok is probably just filled with thirst traps and replying to thirsty comments asking him to say baby or something

Or just him pretending to be innocent with his tongue piercing when HE KNOWS what it does to people

His video probably starts with him pretending to do it and then not doing it and scolding his viewers for thinking he'd do it

Then it'll come to a transition and boom he's flexing his muscles

Probably the type to do it with a bunch of ring light colors too, since all of his followers want to see him in a red light or a purple one

He'd send every single one of it to you and just boast about how hot he probably looks

You'd agree obviously

How I imagine him doing it

Translation: Huh? Huhhh? What are you guys waiting for huh? Y'all are naughty. ~transition~

This man

Now this man

He's special

His tiktoks are ones that are the most random shit he decides to post

Whether that's like planned videos with Kenma (who begrudgingly accepts) and his teammates or just random storytimes about random shit with a video of him training or stretching

Everyone's always and I mean always thirsting after him

And sometimes when he's feeling mischievous he'd reply to a comment with a video and say something like

"Thank you, but I have a partner."

Before bursting into laughter at the comments always thinking he's lying cause HE SAYS THAT BUT HE NEVER SHOWS HIS PARTNER

Then obviously there are those people who are attacking those who want to see his partner saying shit like they're probably very private, you shouldn't force him too

etc etc

well one day he got tired of all the assumptions everyone was making, whether that was about his relationship or you in general

So he decided to introduce you in the hottest and egotistical way possible.

Flexing his muscle + flexing how cool you are = a perfect post in his eyes

This man is a bastard and a tease

His tiktoks are wildcard where it's filled with him either just showing off his skills

Or making thirst traps to make fangirls scream

Or just randomly doing nothing but still GETTING THE VIEWS

Like he pops up in EVERYONE'S fyp and NO ONE IS MAD, whether that's straightok, alt tok, dark tok, witch tok, booktok, animetok, republican tok, TRUMPTOK, he shows up in everyone's fyp

No one

NO one is mad

And if there are some random ugly dudes in the comments who are mad, he just replies with random words to confuse them

Then one day you go up to him with a new thirst trap idea

He immediately agrees

He's the type to laugh or pose with a cheeky grin at the end after flexing his muscles as if he didn't just make a group of schoolgirls faint

His caption would be deadly (to you) though, he'd say something like, girlfriend in the comments

And then everyone would run to see the pinned comments, only to see him saying Jk

like

a fucking menace

NOW THIS MAN

You're the one who suggested it to him, since like... his muscles are... well... do I even need to say it?

He's incredible that's all you need to know

But you just wanted to see his fangirls scream

Since his tiktoks are filled with him randomly either pranking people accidentally

Or being his goofy self just recording random things in his life making the most mundane things so interesting to people becaue of his personality

He's tiktok's sweetheart

Then one day he drops the thirst trap

Captioned: "Don't know if I did it right."

HE WILL PLAY IT DUMB

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING

But if someone comments thirsting him or complimenting his muscles he'd play stupid when he responds.

The only reason he has a tiktok is because Tendou somehow convinced him to download it

Tendou and you specifically

But Tendou was extremely adamant that Ushijima had the app

He didn't see the joy in it at first until his fyp started to know his likings and then he's opening random food and cooking tiktoks with a lot of professional volleyball players videos or edits before he goes to bed

He doesn't post anything, doesn't see the appeal in it and his account's private so it doesn't matter if he posts anything either

But you and Tendou post about him A LOT

You and Tendou both know the muscular volleyball player would gain you two a lot of views

So when it was a known thing that you and Tendou were very close friends with him, you made tiktoks almost constantly with the other two

Your viewers and followers were elated every time you three were together

Tendou being extremely energetic in every one of your videos, you just behind the camera laughing your ass off and Ushijima just there

It was a hilarious and perfect dynamic that your viewers loved

But something your viewers also lived and loved for was your boyfriend's physique

You weren't shy about showing him off so when the trend came

Somehow, you were able to convince him to do it, but he only agreed to do it from a different angle since he felt rather weird about having the camera in front of him for a short period of time before the transition

Hence the abs shot instead of the shoulder muscle shot

Ignore the first part

[mrpenguinpants]

Venti: First Meeting and Friendship HCs

First Meeting HCs

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The god of freedom certainly lived up to the title. A truly free spirit who only wished the same for others. He shaped the many hills and cliffs of Mondstadt with his own hand, and graciously bestowed his powers unto those he deemed worthy. And yet…there he sat - teetering on the edge of a barstool, completely and utterly intoxicated.

The red-head manning the bar rolls his eyes at the sorry display the archon was creating, and resumes cleaning the glass in his hand. However as a bell rings out - signaling a new patron - he looks up.

You enter the famed “Angels Share”, the best tavern in Mondstadt - or so you’ve been told. Really, you’ll decide that for yourself - is what you think as you slide into an empty seat at the bar. Eager to unwind after a long day of adventuring, you order your drink and attempt to relax.

But really, your night didn’t end how you’d hoped at all. You ended up with a loud and incredibly clingy bard hanging off of your shoulder spouting barely comprehensible rhymes and poems. You would’ve found amusement in the spectacle if you weren’t so tired. Shrugging him off did no good, as he was surprisingly strong for someone so small.

Thankfully, you got your sweet freedom as the bartender cut him off for the night, presenting the smaller boy with the shockingly large bill. A wave of pity washes over you as his face drops at the number.

He laughs awkwardly, attempting to convince the bartender that he could pay by other means, but the stoic man only sighs, trying to explain to the drop-dead drunk bard that he cannot keep the tavern open with “songs and sonnets”.

Really you were quite done with your failed attempt at relaxation - wanting to go home and just sleep the night away. Sliding a bag of Mora across the counter you state that it should be enough to cover both of your tabs. That was essentially all you’d earned via commission today, though, you can’t really find a reason to be mad about the extra expenditure. Helping people out - that’s just what you do. You don’t look twice as you exit the bar, though you feel a pair of eyes on your hooded figure as the door swings shut.

And that was that - you never saw the drunken bard again. Or so you thought. As the very next day you spotted him out of the corner of your eye while scouting around a Hilichurl camp, but as soon as you looked he was gone. And then that very same evening as you sat down for dinner at Good Hunter. Then several times over the next few days.

It was ticking you off, not just the fact that you had pretty much obtained a stalker, but the extra stress he brought with him as you now had to worry about his well being on top of yours during battle. You even started taking less dangerous commissions to further guarantee his safety. You didn’t really know or like the guy, but you certainly didn’t want him hurt, or worse; dead.

And by that point he wasn’t even trying to hide or disguise himself - trailing a few feet behind you nearly everywhere you went, drawing perplexed gazes from the townsfolk as you wandered from store to store for supplies. You were trying your best to keep your composure - to pretend he wasn’t even there in the first place - but the longer the charade went on the more cracks that appeared in your mask.

You didn’t mean to snap at him, honestly, but you were tired of putting up with a complete stranger following you around for no good reason - so you yelled at him. Right there in the middle of the market, the bard stood stunned - taken aback by your sudden outburst. He recovered quickly of course, smiling up/down at you like he hadn’t just been shouted at in clear view of the publics eye.

He hastily explains his actions, identifying himself as Venti - a travelling bard seeking inspiration for his next story. That night in the bar, he had been there lamenting - drowning his sorrows in wine over his recent pieces. They were all lacking ingenuity - a certain bit of flair that makes a story truly unforgettable. And that’s where you came in. You had caught his attention with your selfless act of generosity, so much so that it had given him that spark he he had been searching for. So naturally, he followed that spark - hoping it would continue to present him with the same creativity as before.

As you listen to his reasoning, the initial anger you felt mellows. You’re more than relieved that he’s not actually a creepy stalker, just a bard looking for inspiration.

Apologizing sheepishly for your actions, you scratch the back of your head. In that moment it was impossible to look into the boys eyes. You felt bad, truly. You had misread the situation entirely - thought it wasn’t all your fault. If the bard had simply approached you in the first place this whole fiasco could’ve all been avoided.

As you voice these thoughts to Venti he hums in understanding. He returns your apology with one of his own - bowing deeply with his beret in hand - shocking you and the few random townsfolk still paying attention to the scene.

Deeply embarrassed by the confused gazes the bard was drawing to them, you hastily accept his apology, tugging your hood further down to hide your hot face. Honestly the idea of just running away from the situation sounded quite appealing, but instead you restrain the urge - opting to walk past the boy as quick as possible.

Just as your shoulders brush, a hand latches onto your wrist - stopping your escape in its tracks. This time it’s Ventis turn to look sheepish, as he officially asks to accompany you on your exploits. He offers you entertainment and conversation, as well as any other skills he may or may not have - the latter only serving to confuse rather than convince you.

“Your journey would be far more enjoyable with a skilled bard such as myself by your side. Perhaps you would even allow me to write a ballad of your conquests?”

It’s not entirely uncommon for a bard to travel with an adventurer for inspiration, you suppose to yourself. Though you’re still more than a bit apprehensive on the matter. It’s not that you don’t want his company - really it does get quite lonely alone out on the road - it’s simply his safety that concerns you. But upon voicing this Venti simply chuckles, exclaiming that he’s much stronger than his appearance lets on.

Now - with no real reason to refuse - you accept his offer, earning a cheer from the bard. And so your joint journey began - you and Venti against whatever tasks or monsters needed tackling.

Friendship HC 

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It goes without saying that if you didn’t have a vision before, you certainly have one now. Within the first week in fact. Waking up in the early hours of the day to a soft blue glowing vision beside your head was not something you ever thought you’d experience - but of course you’re not complaining.

Upon shaking the bard awake to show him your discovery he only gives a rather tame reaction - as if he already knew you had it.

“Hmm? You woke up to a vision by your side? My, my - what luck you seem to possess! Perhaps now you may go into battle with less distress.”

Travelling with Venti is never dull, as he fills the silence with stories of old - tales of the long deserted original city of Mondstadt, the creation of the seven nations themselves and other obscurities that you don’t remember hearing about in any history book. Often times he interrupts his own story to spill his own hot take on a major historical figure or deity - hearing him call Andrius a “mother hen in denial” had you spit out your drink. His storytimes often end with you wondering how exactly someone so young would have knowledge of times long gone. He always shrugs it off, quickly changing the subject with a smile filled with secrets. For a boy so young he talks as if he’s been around for centuries.

Any looming worries over his well being are quickly dismissed once you see him fight. His nimble fingers and sharp eyes shoot down all matter of foes in rapid succession, and his skills at utilizing anemo are completely unparalleled. Really, you’re left wondering how he’s not the adventurer here.

You will absolutely fall victim to his pranks there’s nothing you can do about it. Whether it’s the wind blowing your cloak around in your face, extra jueyun chilies in your food or a slime condensate down the back of your shirt - you cannot escape the impish bards mischievous side. It’s when he suddenly falls quiet that you have to worry. A silent Venti is a scheming Venti.

However this is not a one-sided deal at all, he welcomes - no, insists - that you prank him back. He doesn’t want you to be left out of the fun after all! So get him back for that frog he put in your pack, or the time he kept pushing air currents in your direction so you couldn’t land your glider. Really; the more creative the better. If you’re able to prank him successfully he’ll laugh with you as you celebrate, praising you for your victory. But be warned that his next scheme will be twice as good as yours.

If you ever need a break from his shenanigans, go hang out with a cat. He won’t approach you while the animal is around, however he will be pouting up a storm from a distance.

You’ve gotten to discover many quirks of the bard clad in green over time, like how the tips of his hair seem to glow brighter when he’s in a good mood - especially when he laughs, and that he’s completely repulsed by cheese. If he ever bothers you too much you can get him back by chasing him while holding the stuff. Some of that nasty, stinky stuff Sara has at Good Hunter should do the trick. Mind you that the boy is incredibly spry - so good luck keeping up.

Eventually, he ends up revealing his true identity to you after the guilt of lying begins to eat away at his heart - making it harder to keep up his persona. Really he’d wanted to tell you for months at that point, but a lingering feeling of apprehension - a worry that you may no longer see him the same way - kept holding him back.

“Y/N, I wish to tell you a truth I’ve been hiding. You see…in reality, I am Lord Barbatos.”

“…”

“That…actually explains so much…”

He’s relieved to find that nothing has changed between the two of you after his revelation. You still treat him like Venti the bard, just as you always have. It’s a weight off his shoulders to be sure, and you can tell his overall mood has improved too.

It’s still kind of shocking when he switches to “Barbatos mode”, as you’ve taken to calling it. Spouting bars of philosophical gibberish at the most random of times leaves you blinking in utter confusion and often times just hurts your brain.

At the end of the day, the God of freedom is incredibly lonely. The best way to describe it is that he’s detached - he’s out of touch with his ever-changing homeland and the people that reside in it. Only ever appearing to handle a major problem or calamity at hand and then sending himself into a deep slumber for hundreds of years.

Waking up each time is like mental whiplash for the poor god, as he sees towns rise and fall, people come and go and things change again just he’s beginning to get used them. It takes a toll on him - though he won’t let anyone see that.

He craves companionship and the feeling of belonging that comes with it more than anything. Placing unconditional trust in someone else, backing them up when the goings get tough and having them do the same in return. Providing a shoulder to lean on in moments of weakness and being so comfortable that breathing easy becomes the simplest thing in the world. That’s what he wants. Barbatos may not be human but his vessel is.

That’s why Barbatos cherishes his friendship with you so much. He knows you - like all other humans - have a finite amount of time in this world. In time, wrinkles will adorn your face, and strands of silvery gray will appear in your hair. You bones will ache as age seeps into your body. And yet he will experience no such afflictions - forever wearing the face of a young boy from another time. Ever ageless, frozen in time.

The dull ache that spreads through his chest at the thought of watching the one who he considers his closest friend wither away in front of him is…crushing. Even though he knows your time alive is brief, and that your death would only cause him more pain - he can’t stop himself.

He’ll spend nearly every day by your side, telling you tales of yore, pulling pranks and practical jokes, covering your back in battle and being there when you need it most. He wants you to experience the land and all its freedoms. He wants you to get the most out of what little time you have in such a vast and expansive world.

You’re the closest friend he’s had since the real Venti - and he sees bits of him in you too. You help fill the gaping hole of loneliness in his chest - one stemming from a millennia of duty and repressed guilt.

He knows you’ll eventually leave him, and one day hopefully he’ll come to terms with that. But for now, he’s content with you by his side, racing off into whatever dangers lie ahead.

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This turned out so much longer that I thought it would I’m so sorry ;-;

I know you said all you wanted were headcannons but I think I went a lil too far…ok ALOT too far

I had fun though…so thanks for giving me something to work on!

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No need to feel sorry! I loved it so much. Headcanons, fics, whatever you want^^ I stan talent and you have it 💕💕

I don’t know if you lads remember but when I was struggling over Venti HCs, this was the friend I asked for crumbs of inspiration that ended up giving me an entire fic. I went absolutely feral over it and wanted to share it with you all. 

So thank you to @fulltimeventisimp​ [alt account] for your beautiful work and feeding us all Venti crumbs. I swear to god, if there is a Venti re-run and you don’t get 6 venti’s in one 10 roll it’s time to riot. 

[No worries about tags] 

Also, I know this isn’t my work but I’m going to tag you all in this 

  @mikeysbike​​ @unionwitch​​ @musekala​​ @sunnshiii​​ @stanzastic​​ @akaasea​​ @xoneaboveallx​​ @adoring-ghost​​ @asheseiler​​ @childelover​​ @dilucsz​​ @dai-tsukki-desu​​ @thicmitten​​ @nonniechan​​ @htnicayh​​ @genshins1mpact​​ @morthecreator​​ @aanne2601 @aklxojjk​​ @hanniejji​​​​

[theballadear]

Fan Fiction Lovers Read This Post!

Okay so storytime! It was a normal day, I finished my school work for my class and was waiting for my best online meeting so I did what any sane person would do I went on AO3 to read some fics on my school laptop waiting for class to start. My meeting started I got off AO3 and when my meeting was over I ate some lunch. Well I come back from lunch and AO3 is blocked. So I was having a crisis. I texted my friends in panic and vented to them about my loss. I do all my writing on my school computer and it's where I post my fics from. Well I saw this little button on the blocked AO3 page, it read 'ask to unblock?'. So I held my chin up high and with the help of one of my friends wrote this:

"I am writing this to you concerning my and many other’s favorite website, Archive Of Our Own (AO3). You see everything was going fine today. I was doing my work and in between going on AO3 to check the reads for my story. I am a budding author who uses creative writing/storytelling as a way to practice my skill. Please read this wonderful article before continuing,  https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2019/10/how-fanfiction-improves-writing/599197/. Thank you. I had eaten my lunch and came back to it not working. I was heartbroken to see this as I had just started writing a new story yesterday. I have also been using this site as a recreational method in sight of recent COVID19 events. In this email essay I will tell you the many ways that creative writing/storytelling can be good for educational use.

Using a platform such as AO3 to test my skills helps me to earn experience that I would not merely get by writing a short story to an English Teacher. I have been writing creative writing/storytelling since 6th grade and it has improved me as a writer. Now you may say ‘Don’t they have inappropriate stuff in them!’ Not all, it’s only the bare minimum that do. Most just tell stories of people's favorite character's going on adventures. I can send you a copy of some of my favorites as examples if you’d like. (Well, if it were unblocked). Some may also say that it will get you nowhere in life but may I present to you https://www.wheninmanila.com/archive-of-our-own-fanfiction-hugo-award/. Pretty cool right? As you can see I do not understand why an art school would prevent creativity like this. Writing is an art just like drawing or acting. I will leave you with this closing article, http://blogs.slj.com/connect-the-pop/2013/07/english/fanfiction-what-educators-really-need-to-know/.

Thank you for your time,"

I really didn't think I'd work but I had to try cause like, when I go back to school I want to be able to read. Well anyways here I am the pit of despair and I get to THIS EMAIL:

JEFF UNBLOCKED AO3 FOR ME GUYS. THIS RANDOM MAN UNBLOCKED FREAKING AO3 FOR ME GUYS!

[bronsrealm]

The StoryWeaver is my podcast. I started it about 15/16 months ago. Due to a number of life issues I have had to take several hiatuses, so it hasn’t quite got the traction that I would have liked ... but I haven’t given up entirely on it either, and have new episodes coming this week.

The podcast is the first step towards a bigger goal - an idea that has been in the works since about 2012. Back then I was doing storytime and crafts at the local library, when I lived in a small country village. I wasn’t the main storyteller but that didn’t matter to me; I loved it. I had a few obstacles, including that some of the people in the town had some issues with me and the fact that I, “an outsider”, would get out there and do stuff.

But the library was not open all the time, and a lot of people came from the surrounding villages and couldn’t always make it to Story Time. So, I thought creating a Story Time web show would be a great way to reach more people - but I didn’t want to just throw any old thing together. 

I have played around with some story time and poetry vids - some of the early efforts are still available to watch, some have been replaced by better versions. But the podcast is the first step towards a show... I do make some vids from the episodes for those that like to listen to things on YouTube (and not just watch).

And before COVID19 took over I applied for a storyteller’s position with the library ... yes I’m a writer but having a steady job is high on my list, and this job is one of the dream gigs that I’d love to have - but the job was pulled for the time-being. If I can get traction on the podcast and YouTube channel, it should help once things maybe go back to normal.

I’ve been lucky that I have a great team helping me. My mate Paul, who I refer to as my creative partner-in-crime has done a lot of the editing of the podcast, has helped me to learn the ropes, gives advice, points me to tutorials, listened to my countless ideas. And my daughter Scarey has helped with advice, pointers, photography, make-up ... she has listened to me talk about my ideas for days on ends, as well as listened to a number of takes when I’m stuffing an episode.

The focus of the podcast is not just story time and poetry; it’s also about the craft of storytelling (and not limited to one media). As I gain confidence and traction, and expand my skill set, the plan is to start interviewing people for the craft of storytelling episodes. Again, getting some traction with the show will help with that.

The biggest issue, about from budget, is of course my mental health and my low self-confidence. These are a daily obstacle to work around ... and something I need to start working through more. Some things take time and practise and work - such as filming, editing, acting ... but the mental health stuff doesn’t get easier the more that you do something. The voices telling me how ridiculous I am don’t stop just because I’ve done something 100 times, or 1000 times - sometimes the better that I get the louder the voices are. And so, I stop recording. I stop filming. And I stop promoting what I love.  But, while people will stumble across random episodes, if I want this to gain traction, I must continue to push myself ... continue to throw myself out there. Sometimes an extra link here and there, and sometimes it takes a more in-depth blog post, where I wouldn’t normally post. Here’s to drowning out voices, and make some small splashes.

[myunknownalpaca-blog]

“It is just a dream” Chapter: Second step

“Wow, this looks incredible! “ Reid says as he walks into the jet. Everyone smiles at his joy. 

“You can get used to this,” JJ says as she passes him to get a seat at the window. Emily taking place next to her. Reid looks around. 

Where should I sit, Maybe they have their own place? I’ll wait a second.  

While Reid looks around the jet, everyone is taking place. Morgan on the couch. “Kid, you need to sit your ass down.” Grabbing Reid’s arm, looking at the spot next to him. 

“Yeah, sure.” Reid goes and sits next to Morgan, putting his hands in his lab looking a bit awkward. 

“I’ll give you all a file. Please read it, if you have finished dim your light, please. We need to get some rest, tomorrow we have allot of work to do.” Hotch walks around handing out files.

Reid takes his, opens it. And after 2 minutes he closes it again. “You have to read it, Reid,” Morgan says. 

“I did.” 

“That is impossible!” 

“No, it isn’t. I can tell you what is in there.” 

“Okay, little genius. What is standing on the third page?” 

“You wanna hear all of it?” 

“Just start.”

Reid sits up straight. Coughs. Everyone turned their pages to page 3, waiting for what the kid has to say.

“At the first of July this year, we found the first victim. She was found in the desert. According to the ME, she is murdered around a week before that. Making her time off death between 22 till 23 June. The second victim we found was found a week after that. According to the ME, she was only dead 2 days. Meaning her time of death on the fifth of July. Should I continue?”

Everyone looks at him in disbelieve. “How the Fuck?!” Morgan looks at him with his mouth open. 

“I told you I can read very fast…” “

But this is inhuman!” 

“Well, we all have our skills.” Looking Morgan in the eye, before he starts smiling. Putting his hands on Morgan’s knee, “And this is my special skill” Morgan’s mouth is still open. Hotch breaks the silence, 

“I think we all finished it then. Goodnight everyone.” And with that, the main light of the jet goes out. The engine starts.

Morgan sees Reid trying to act normal. 

It is just a bit of darkness, you’re not alone. Just remember that, and try to sleep. Sleep is important.

Reid starts lying down. “May I put my feet on the couch?” 

“Yes, as long as you take off your shoes.” Reid takes off his shoes, gets a blanket and pulls his feet on the couch. Almost touching Morgan's leg. Morgan looks at Reid. Grabbing his feet and putting them over his lap. Moving a bit closer that he has Reid’s knees in the middle of his lap. 

“Give me a bit of blanket to please? “ Smiling at Reid, Reid spreads the blanket over him and Morgan. “Goodnight, pretty boy.” 

“Goodnight Derek.”

Pretty boy. That one is new. Does he really think I’m pretty? God Thoughts stay Straight, please.

What if he does like me? Moving his hand on my knees, always calling me sweet nicknames. Bringing me coffee in the morning. He even brought me home a few times, cause he didn't want me to be walking around alone at night with, to quote him, “that sweet ass of mine” Or maybe it is just the way he is. Flirty. But I can do that too!

Reid falls asleep, Morgan still making circles with his fingers on the inside of his leg.

After like half an hour, everyone is asleep. Even Morgan, sleeping in the such a weird position. Cuddling Reid's legs. JJ even took a picture of them before she fell asleep. While showing off the picture to Emily she says “This will be nice when they are older.”

But now, Reid is spasming with his legs, which wakes up Morgan. He sees that Reid is dreaming. Moving his hands to Reid’s chest. “Damn, his heart is going crazy” he whispers. He stands up laying Reid’s legs down on the couch. Walking to where Reid’s head lays. Taking Reid by his shoulders, pushing him a bit to the side. Morgan sits down and places his hands on Reid’s body. “Don’t be scared, I got you” Reid calms down, still asleep. “It will be alright. I”m here” Morgan keeps whispering in his ear.

And then Reid’s eyes open. First, he is scared. 

SOMEONE IS HOLDING ME DOWN. WHERE IS MORGAN. HE LEFT, HE PROMISED ME.

And then after Morgan says “Reid, calm. I’m here.” Reid relaxes. 

God, Morgan is holding me. Wait, Morgan is holding me?  Reid gets up, Morgan releases him from his embrace. “It was just a dream, you remember what it was about?” 

“Yes, a little” Moving so he sits normally next to Morgan. 

“Are you going to tell me? No pressure.”   I can’t tell him I just dreamed he was making out with some random guy and I was all upset about that. Why would I be upset with that in the first place? 

“I dreamed that we were going down with this jet.” looking up while telling 

“No, that isn't what you dreamed.” 

How the hell could he know? Not like he can read minds or anything like that. 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Cause you mumble while you sleep.” 

Fucking no. 

“And you said something like; “Why him?””

“Oh, did I, then I don't know what I dreamed.” 

“Okay then.” 

He isn't going to let this go.  

“I’ll find out.” Smiling at Reid.

No, you won't.  

The jet landed, Reid hasn't mentioned Morgan cuddling him to anyone. But JJ showed the photo to Morgan and Reid. Reid laughs at how Morgan is sleeping. Morgan, well let’s say his cheeks turned a little red. The cases went down normal. They found the suspect after 3.5 days. Meaning they were flying home in the dark too. Not that Reid was scared this time. He just hoped Morgan would watch out for him again.

They get back in the jet. Morgan comes in first. Sitting down on the spot where Reid sat last time. 

Dammit. Now I can't sleep. Maybe he wanna switch, or he wants to sleep. I slept the way to here. It is only fair I think. 

Reid sits down next to Morgan. Morgan pulls his feet on the couch. Everyone is out in seconds after they got in the air. The whole plane is dark again.

After an hour Reid still hasn't slept. “Morgan, you still awake?” 

“Yeah kid, can't sleep, can you?” 

“No,” Reid whispers. “I’m scared…” Morgan moves a bit to the side. 

“Come, You can lay down.” Reid takes the offer and lays down next to Morgan. Morgan grabs a blanket and throws is over the two of them. Laying back down,

It is weird if I put my head on his shoulder isn't it? Well, this is a bit weird also. Ah, I don't care, I want to sleep. And sleeping with Morgan next to me doesn't sound bad.

Reid moves to his side, laying his head on his hands. Morgan gets it and moves a bit further up. Reid moves his head laying it on Morgan’s chest. 

“Morgan, If I start mumbling again. Will you wake me up?” 

“Sure kid, sure.” Putting his arm around Reid. 

“Goodnight Kid.” But Reid is already asleep.

(Why don't we take a look at what our pretty boy is dreaming about? Storytime, boys and girls!)

******************DREAM OF REID************************

Reid opens his eyes, he is at home. “What day is it?” Looking at the calendar he sees it is Friday. “Today is the after work party!” Getting out of bed, walking to his closet. 

What should I wear? Something a bit different. Maybe I can get Derek's attention if I dress differently. Hmm, what do I have? Oh, I know.  Pulling out some skinny black jeans. These, with my normal formal brown shoes. And I think I have a pair of socks that have a cute print. 

Taking off his pajamas and getting into the jeans. “A shirt, which one though”

Okay talking to myself sounds crazy. No, at least no one hears me. Hmmm Oh I know it. I got this black blouse, from when I visited my mom last Christmas. She said I looked handsome in it.  

Getting the blouse and putting it on. Reid looks at himself in the mirror.  “Got to say, I look hot as hell”

Grabbing a brown belt to match his shoes. Brushing through his hair. 

Perfect.  

And then he walks out on his way to work. “Hello,” a girl says as he passes by. “Good day”

He arrives at work, before Morgan. Dropping by Garcia, 

“Hey, good morning.” 

“Hey Reid, Wow digging the new look!”  Reid laughs,

“Thanks, I thought with the drink after work. I can't show up in my cardigan.” Reid walks out. Garcia says softly 

“I’ll think he will love it”  

He? I hope HE does.  

Work goes good, not much happening. Only Morgan calling him pretty boy more than any other nickname he uses.

It is a sign haha  

After work, everyone gets together. “My house?“ Morgan asked. Everyone agrees, all not living like 10 km away from him or having a freaking car. 

“It will be a long walk home, but that’s fine. I’ll call myself an uber.” 

“Don't be crazy, I got a guest bed.” Morgan places his hand on Reid's back. “If you want, you can crash there.” Reid nobs. “Wanna drive with me to my house? You can help me set up. I have to drop by the supermarket to get some booze for the girls. I hope you have your ID with you” Morgan chuckles. 

“Haha, yes I get it, I’m young. But yes I have it.”

Once they get in the car, Morgan starts asking some questions:

“What do you drink kid?” 

“I don't know, not really a drinker to be honest.” 

“How do you mean?”

”Well, I had a beer when I turned 21 but it wasn't my thing. And after that, I just stayed with soda and coffee.” 

“Oh, so you never went out clubbing either did you?” 

“No, Not really my thing either.”

“Kissed a girl then.” 

“No, not a girl.” Morgan looks happily surprised. 

“You kissed anyone?” 

“Yes, I did.”  

Maybe even more than one. 

Morgan leaves it to that. Smiling with the biggest smile Reid had ever seen. “Why are you smiling so bright, didn't thought I kissed anyone?” 

“Well, I thought you did. Just happy with the information I got from that answer.” 

“How do you mean?” 

“Come on Reid, It is my job to see things like this. I mean you really are going to make me say it?” 

“YEs, I want to know.” 

“Well, you said you kissed someone, but not a girl, meaning it was most likely a guy. Which could mean you like man or man and woman.” 

No… that doesn't mean anything. 

“Oh, you're so wrong.” 

“Ah, I see you don't see it yourself yet. That doesn't matter, just take you time for that. It is hard.” 

“How could you know.” 

“Well, What if I told you I was bi, I went through this.” 

Oh, My God.

Then the car stops, Reid feels like he is flying 

What is happening?  

His eyes open, he looks around. they're still in the jet. Morgan lying next to him. Everyone sleeping. 

Damn, that was a dream. But why do I want to impress Morgan so badly? Maybe I have a small crush on him.  

Reid looks at Morgan. “Maybe, not so small as I want it to be.”

He closes his eyes again. But what he didn't see was Morgan's smile appearing on his face before pulling Reid a little closer.