#some things are just so Crazy i have to share but id never post like personal details about the children who im actually working with….

[bastardbvby]

i have no stake in this so respond publicly or don't but isn't it kind of a breach of client confidentiality to be liveposting about your clients this way😭

i feel like i mainly post about the one parent of my client being late to sessions i’ll be honest 😭 like im pretty sure ive never posted anything actually related to the children’s cases which is what i care about the most like idk i just personally didnt view me complaining about this woman sleeping in for hours or showing up late as Too Much since my main focus is always the kids which i never post personal info about but i understand where you’re coming from anon

[evansbby]

an update from me :)

hey everyone, i know i haven’t been very active on here lately. and the reason is because a lot of things in my life have changed. i’ve been debating even sharing this but i feel like i’m in a good enough position to be okay with sharing it.

so these past two years, i had been super active on here (late 2022- early 24) and that was because, well, I didn’t really have anything else. that’s because I had graduated in 2022 and then i just couldn’t find a job in my field. like so many other recent graduates, it was just so hard and tough and it really made me lose all faith in myself.

i found myself to be in the worst mental state i had ever been. I cut myself off from my friends, felt like a burden towards my family, was having meltdowns and panic attacks almost daily, even started eating unhealthily and was just overall in a very bad place.

HOWEVER, i always felt like I could come on tumblr and that’s why i was so active and writing all these stories because honestly, they were almost like a crutch to me. like the ONE thing i had to look forward to in life during those times was the feedback I’d get when i posted a fic, and honestly it’s what kept me going. like i swear to god, on some days this blog and community was the only thing that i had to look forward to and keep me going, and writing felt like such a huge escape.

because i felt so USELESS. like i was wasting my life and not making any money or being able to kickstart my career after uni, and that it would be like this forever, so when I was writing it actually felt like I was doing something with a purpose. honestly on some days I would literally wake up early and go sit in Starbucks all day just writing my fics like i was cosplaying working or something just so I’d have a purpose. (I don’t go to Starbucks anymore lol boycott)

anyways, i never shared this on tumblr these past few years bc you guys don’t understand what a failure i felt like. i would sometimes get asks on here asking what i did for a job and I’d feel so embarrassed of my current state of being unable to find a job when it felt like everyone else who had graduated with me had one and obtained one so easily. like i felt ASHAMED.

i remember once i got an ask asking what my job was and I just said “fashion marketing” bc that was one of the things i wanted to do and id done an internship in that field so i just put that but it was a LIE i was unemployed and the most depressed ive been in my whole life but I thought maybe i could manifest it.

ANYWAYS, and you’ve probably already guessed it, but the reason I’m not so active anymore is because I did eventually find a job. a really good one that I’m enjoying so much and I’m so happy at. Finally, I’m feeling like myself again, like I’m living that life in London as a twenty something that I’d see everyone on tiktok living!! Like I’m finally just having fun, going out with friends, being active, having money to spend on fun things etc.

and it feels so surreal and crazy because when i was depressed and jobless, it made me doubt myself so much. Like the constant rejections and failed interviews made me doubt myself and lowered my self esteem so much and I thought I’d NEVER achieve this life that i have now! And I don’t want to jinx it but I literally thank God every day for finally granting me this because I really feel like I would’ve gotten worse and worse and IDEK.

But back to the main point, and so because of my new job I just don’t have that much time for tumblr anymore. But this isn’t a goodbye post… not at all! I find that when I’m super busy in life is also when I get the most motivated to write! Like for example in summer 2022 I was on here so much and that was the summer I had the most fun, was the most busy. I think when I’m busy in life, I get motivated to write.

Which I believe is the case right now, because I’m SO motivated to complete all my stories, I keep thinking about them and writing them slowly, so please don’t think anything is abandoned! I just wanted to make this post to be more transparent about what’s been going on in my life and what had been going on these past two years. That maybe someone else going through something similar can see that eventually, everything does work out.

Anddd I don’t really know how to end this. I just want to say, yall don’t understand just how thankful I am for having this blog, this platform, to write my stories. For having you guys. Because who knows how much worse my mental state would’ve been these past two years when I didn’t have ANYTHING else going for me, if I hadn’t had this blog it would’ve been so much worse.

Thank you so much for believing in me and enjoying my stories and always always letting me know how much you enjoy them. And I’ll say the truth; I know everyone says that engagement on tumblr has been bad lately but I can say that bc of you guys I have literally never EVER had this issue. And that’s not me being big headed, that’s just the truth and it makes me so happy and grateful. Yall always came through for me and still do now! Every time I think my fic is going to flop, you guys come through for me. I appreciate it so much. You guys have no idea how much you helped me when I was at my lowest. And continue to.

Many thanks

Me 🩷🩷🫶🏼🫶🏼

[psychhound]

ttrpgs in the classroom (part 8)

oh boy have i not made one of these posts in ,,, like a year. grad school is crazy yall. lmao. but. i wanted to share what we do for our analysis unit now that we've hit it this semester!!

other games used in the unit:

we are but worms & graves for funerals

the assignment:

write an essay of approximately 1000 words doing a literary analysis of some aspect of a game, first forming an inquiry question, then looking in the text for evidence, then coming up with an argument about a deeper meaning of the text. the second draft of the assignment can either be an expanded essay, or a multimodal piece of the student's choosing. (the other option for this essay is to do a rhetorical analysis of an argumentative text about gaming)

the games:

[ID: a powerpoint slide titled choose your fighter game (the word fighter is crossed out, so it reads choose your game). it shows five ttrpg titles, with a short description of each, and an icon to represent them. the background is a light orange sky and green grass in a video game like art style. there is a fake game menu bar on the bottom. the games in the slide are functionally described below. end ID]

when we made war upon the slumbering woods by richard kelly @sprintingowl

a collaborate journey into the magical woods ... to destroy it

the treasure at the end of this dungeon is an escape from this dungeon and we will never escape from this dungeon by riverhouse games @riverhousegames

a lyric game about a never-ending dungeon and those stuck there

kenzie's project by sasha winter @stargazersasha

a Weird Academia horror game for three players

i love you, alive girl by anna anthropy

a 1-page game about writing love letters under surveillance

drifters by gila rpgs

a Weird West game of gunslingers and their guns

past semesters game options:

a dragon game by chris bissette cozy town by rae nedjadi @temporalhiccup

the process:

in the powerpoint introducing the games, i have a more thorough description of each one, and then three examples of inquiry questions that they could use as jumping off points to do their analysis on. the inquiry questions ask things like, what moral stance might this game align itself with, what other stories is this game in dialogue with and to what effect, what does this game have to say about the current state of our society? the students can use these inquiry questions or not, theyre only meant to be examples

the results:

this is definitely the most challenging project for my students, but i think that challenge is good for them! i've had really mixed results, with the most common issue i run into just being surface level analysis. they are, however, 18 and have never done anything like this before (for the vast majority of my students) so a lot of my feedback is just pushing them further and trying to get them to say something interesting. i really love a dragon game and cozy town, but i found they didnt have enough context of ttrpgs and dnd/pf to really Get why a dragon game was interesting, so i replaced it with escape from this dungeon since thats got some more meat for them like voicey rules and characters. and im a big fan of nedjadi's games and wanted to give my students something more cute and fun, but they struggled to find much to read into or say about it that wasnt very surface level. escape from this dungeon and ilu, alive girl are new games this semester so we will see how those go over!!

[forever-once-gone]

Day 3: Yoongi - You Meet Your Fated at a Coffee Shop <3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (lol)

Word count: 3.7k (can't keep them short for the life of me)

Content and Warnings: soulmate au, coffee shop au, gn!reader, sharing preferences, arguing, frustration, they're both a bit dense lol, but other than that nothing too terrible in this, just sweet honestly, almost throwing up, coffee snob!Yoongi, barista!Yoongi, mocha slander, terms of endearment: baby, dear, Y/n is ready to FIGHT

Author's Note: Hey! So like I know it is well past Feb, but tbh it was crazy of me to even think id have time to publish these things during midterms season. Even though I had reading week, it was just not going to happen. Even though I did manage to write some of the days, I obviously couldn't every day. And posting? Forget about it. Anyway, even if it's past Feb, would you want me to post the ones I did write? It won't be instantaneous, but I would like to share what I did write, and maybe even finish all the other days as I had already planned out what I wanted to write each day. Let me know if you're interested! Anyways, as always, enjoy! <3

Another mocha, just another mocha to fill up in the takeaway cup for another person who is trying to get through the February cold. Yoongi gets a lot of mocha requests before the winter holidays season. When so many are hyped up with Christmas cheer. Even people who do not celebrate Christmas tend to indulge in peppermint mochas when the snow hits the ground. And the trend trickled into the post holiday months every winter season. To the point when people ordered mochas even into early spring.

Yoongi, ever the coffee enthusiast, hated having to make so many mochas.

Frankly, he considered mochas just snobby chocolate milk with the smallest hint of caffeine. Like do mochas even deserve to be considered coffee-based beverages? He thought not. You could barely even taste the coffee in between the thick, tongue-coating taste of chocolate and the heaviness of way too much milk.

Everytime he had to make mochas, every single time, he’d be cursing in his head about how he would rather just be able to make his espressos, black coffees, and iced americanos. Iced americanos are the most he’d be willing to go when it comes to diffusing the taste of coffee.

Adding milk? Forget it.

Adding sugar? He’d rather just pour it down the drain than drink it.

Alas, when it comes to his job, he has to fulfill the customer’s wishes. No matter how much he hated the sugary, barely-even-coffee, more-like-milkshakes drinks, he would make the drink for them. A waste of good coffee in his books, but he needed the money that came from his overpriced caffeinated chocolate milk 

So, when it came to a coffee-novice coming into his coffee shop asking for a mocha, he would grit his teeth but make the drink nonetheless, the underline he requires to be able to pay his shop’s mortgage and keep all of his employees.

It was another one of these spring days when he’d unlocked the front doors of the café only to see someone new. Normally, only a few select people would come to his café so early in the morning, after all, most people started work at 9 or later. Only a few people would come at 5:30 when he opened. But today, there was someone new.

There was you, a person he’d never seen before standing behind his regulars. A cheery looking person, giving him a smile when he unlocked the door and opened it for the small group of people to trickle in.

He made his way behind the counter as he began his small routine with his regulars, smiling at each one of them as they gave him their orders, even though there really was no need as he had gotten each one of them memorized ages ago.

He took and prepared each order with practiced ease, until he got to the last person in line. The one who had spent the last ten minutes scanning the chalkboard menu with an analytical look.

You.

“Good morning,” you said to him with a kind smile.

“Good morning,” he replied. “What can I get started for you today?”

You wrung your hands, scanning the menu again, before looking back at him. “Can I get a large mocha?”

He scoffed. Seriously, chocolate this early in the morning? Typical from a cheery-looking person like yourself.

“What?” you asked, wondering if you’d broken some unspoken social cue. You’d seen the way he’d kindly spoken to the customers before you, making small talk, so what happened when it came to you?

“Nothing, nothing,” he waved you off, before pressing some buttons on his cash register’s screen. “That’ll be 5000 won.”

“No, no. That definitely was something. Did I say anything wrong?” You insisted, brows furrowed together in a mix of worry and a bit of indignation.

“No, not at all. It’ll be 5000 won.” He tried to force a smile, but your eyes were squinted together just as you did before when you were scanning the menu, but this time your object of interest was him.

“What? You just don’t like me or something?” You felt a bit uncomfortable, out of place in this cafe with a barista who seemed to hold a certain disdain for you from the moment you opened your mouth. But that didn’t mean you were going to back down from this entitled man. You eyed him up and down, letting him know the contempt was mutual.

He let out a small scoff, before seeming to recompose himself with customer service professionalism. “Of course not. I’m sorry if it seemed that way. Your total is 5000 won.”

You could see through his poorly reconstructed composure, but nonetheless gave him the requested money. You were already running late to your job interview, and you needed this job if you hoped to actually be able to rent a place in this city. You had already spent three weeks staying with your friend after moving here from your old city. You couldn’t stay with her forever, even if she was willing to keep you for forever if you needed it.

You stepped away from the register after he had given you your change and moved away to make your drink. You took the time to continue admiring the interior of the cafe as the barista flew around his counter space. You took in the worn furniture resembling something half between industrial and contemporary. The hanging lights and the various maps lining the walls of the place. Very hipster. Fitting for a coffee shop.

The call of: “One large mocha?” brought you back from your inspection. With a hum, you took your drink from him, feeling the drink warm your gloved hands.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, have a nice day.” And with that he was moving back to his dishes to clean up the dishes he’d used before the next customers wandered in.

You turned away from him, moving towards the door. Before you pushed open the door to brave into the cold, you flipped open the flap on the top of the to-go cup. You took a quick sip, ready for the delicious drink to coat your tongue, but instead your tastebuds were assaulted with a heinous amount of sugar. It tasted like you’d boiled a pool full of chocolate and dumped a truck full of sugar and then reduced the entire pool full over a roaring fire until only a cup of the concentrated mixture remained full of pure chocolate and sugar.

You immediately turned back on your heel. Pressing your tongue against the tip of your mouth, trying to rid it of the sweet assault. “You messed up,” you slammed the cup on the counter, seeing the barista’s shoulders jump at the loud thump.

“What’s the issue?” he asked, as he wiped off his hands on a hand towel before flipping it onto his shoulder. He leaned onto the counter with the palms of his hands, not even trying to hide his annoyance with you anymore considering the frown he sent your way.

“This is way too sweet. Like what, did you dump a whole bag of sugar into this thing?” You nudged the cup towards him. “If you didn’t like me, you could have just refused to take my order, you didn’t have to do all this!” You gestured to the cup.

“Please, I need you to calm down. I didn’t do anything to your drink. It’s just a regular mocha. Mochas are sweet, you should have known that before you ordered it for the first time.” He rolled his eyes slightly.

“First time? Oh, honey, no—I know what mochas are meant to taste like and this is not it. It’s practically the only thing I ever get!”

He scoffed yet again. Typical, he thought to himself. Never would've guessed. “Just take your drink and go, I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t believe me do you?” You said in disbelief. You never would dare fight with someone like this, but for some reason, this one guy was just getting on your nerves. Typically, even if your order had gotten mixed up you would just swallow your disappointment and try to enjoy the drink anyway. Even if it was something bitter and boring like a plain black coffee. But the way this man had been acting from the moment you ordered has been rude and completely ruined your confidence. Not what you needed at all before trying to get this job. And for some reason, it felt like all your senses and emotions had been turned up to 100, so controlling your anger was a lot harder.

“Drink it,” you told him, holding his eye contact. “Yeah, drink it. If you can drink even one gulp without making a face, I’ll admit I was wrong and leave.”

The barista tongued his cheek for a moment, contemplating what you said. “I don’t want to. I don’t like mochas, besides, I can’t drink a customer’s drink anyway.”

“I’m just gonna take your refusal as you admitting that you fucked with my drink.”

By this point the two people left in the shop were watching the two of you fighting at the counter. A middle aged man walked up to the counter, stepping in to try and defuse the situation. “Why don't you just take a sip of it, Yoongi? Just to prove them wrong?”

“I refuse,” the barista, Yoongi, said to the man. “It’s a matter of principle at this point. I’m not drinking it. I know my abilities, and I know that that mocha would be as good as mochas get. I’m not gonna take a sip of a nasty ass mocha just cause this person wants to throw a fuss at five in the morning.”

“So you admit you fucked with it?! You admitted it’s nasty!”

“No,” he rolled his eyes at you for the umpteenth time this morning. “I just hate mochas, they taste like shit. But anyone who likes those chocolatey messes will admit mine are as good as they get. I might not like them, but I still put all my effort into making sure they taste good.”

“Just fucking drink it then! I’m not joking, this tastes like shit. Maybe something is wrong with your milk steaming machine or something—this just isn’t right!”

The middle-aged man decided to try and put the fight to an end. “Why don’t I just give it a try, huh?”

“No!” But Yoongi and you said at the same time, before turning back to each other again.

“He refuses to admit it, and he has to be the one to try it!” You crossed your arms.

“And they’re the one who is making a big situation over nothing, you should never give in to people like them.” He glared at you. Now that his patrons were getting involved, he wanted to get you out as soon as possible.

“Just try it! I swear it’s unbelievable. Just give it one sip!” You threw up your arms in frustration. “Come on, I’m not even asking for a refund or anything, I just want you to admit that you took your anger out on me for no reason. That’s all, I don’t even want an apology!”

“I don’t need to apologize! I didn’t do anything wrong! That mocha is PERFECT! I’d bet my life on it.” Yoongi was fuming now, chest heaving with frustration and annoyance. He was this close to calling the cops on you and calling it a day.

“Oh shut up with the ‘perfect’ nonsense! It’s not perfect! Just try it! This whole thing would have been over ages ago if you just gave it a try!” You pulled the cap off of the cup. “If you’re afraid it’s poisoned, I’ll take a sip of it before you drink it. See look.” 

You took a swig of the drink, nearly choking on the sugary beverage as you tried to keep the concoction from coming right back up. You gagged for a second or two, before finally straightening back up, wiping your mouth with the back of your gloved hand.

The two men around you exchanged expressions, their anger turning more to disbelief. Either you were a great actor or that drink really, really sucked.

“There, see. I didn’t tamper with it. Now, please, please just try it. Please. Don’t make me look insane. Just try it.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Fine. Fucking fine. I’ll try it. But if it tastes fine, you need to leave my shop and never come back, you hear me?”

“I swear. I won’t come back, don’t plan to anyway.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at that, before grabbing the lidless cup from the counter. He held it up, hesitated, and then said, “I really don’t like mochas,” with a scrunch of his nose. He took a breath and then took the smallest sip you’ve ever seen a human being take before slamming the cup down. His hand immediately came up to cover his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed.

You couldn’t bear to hide your smug look. How was he gonna hide how terrible the drink was now? He looked like he was going to throw up. Ha! That will show him!

But then he did the weirdest thing. He took another sip. A long sip this time. Other than his furrowed brows, he didn’t choke, gag, or even dry heave for a millisecond. Just watching him drink was making you nauseous.

“Oh my god!” you yelled, snatching the cup from his hands before he could take another sip, holding it up behind you, away from him. “You’re going to give yourself diabetes if you drink that whole thing!”

Immediately he tried to reach across the counter and get it back from you. “Hey! Give that back! This makes no sense!”

“Yoongi, calm down!” The man said, pushing the barista back off of the counter that he was practically leaning his whole body onto at this point.

“Why does it taste good?!” The distress that the barista was under put even you on pause. You watched the barista scramble around, rubbing at his head as if it was aching him. Was this the effect of all the sugar?

“Hey, man, you doing alright?” You placed the cup back down on the counter, holding a hand out to him to show you meant no harm.

He just shook his head, picking up a half empty mug from behind the counter that you had seen him periodically sipping from between the preparation of yours and the others’ drinks. He took a large gulp only to immediately run to the sink, spitting the drink right into the drain.

“Why does my coffee taste so heinous?! Why does it taste like fucking bitter gasoline? Why does the mocha taste so fucking good?!” He was still hunched over the sink, the only thing you could see of him was his back a bit of his lowered head. His arm reached to grab the hand towel on his shoulder to throw it to the side.

You had no answer for him. This was all so bizarre.

“This—” the middle aged man brought both your and Yoongi’s attention to him, as he brought the cup back to his lips for another sip. When had he taken your mocha from you? Was it when Yoongi was losing his mind? 

“This tastes…” He took another sip. His brows furrowed in concentration. 

“This tastes like a regular mocha.” He put the cup back down. “I think you guys need to calm down for a moment and think about what this means.”

“What do you mean?” you asked him.

“I think you know what I mean, dear.” The man had a kind-hearted look on his face as his eyes flitted between both you and Yoongi.

“OH MY GOD.” Yoongi grabbed the edge of the counter, seeming to understand the man’s insinuation. “There is no way.”

“What? What am I missing?” The man only shook his head as Yoongi raised his head to meet your gaze. He just pushed his half empty mug to you. Inside was black coffee.

“Try it. I need to see if it’s true.”

“Um, no. I don’t like black coffee. Yuck.” You nudged the mug right back to him only for him to stop the movement halfway. 

“That’s exactly why you have to try this,” Yoongi said as calmly as he could, though you could swear he looked almost like he could faint right then and there.

“Fine,” you took the mug from him. “Just cause you did drink the mocha.”

You swirled the dark liquid in the mug, debating whether it was worth it to drink the bitter liquid. But when you looked up to see that both the man and Yoongi were watching you like scientists inspecting their latest mutant rats for their observational notes, you just took a sip only to get them to stop staring at you.

Instantly your throat was soothed as the smooth taste of the perfectly roasted coffee made its way through your mouth. You’d never drunk anything so refreshing, so calming as it warmed you up from the inside out. Even though there was no sugar or cream, you surprisingly didn’t mind it as it allowed the rich flavour of the black coffee to shine through strongly. It tasted so good.

You didn’t put down the mug until you’d finished the whole thing.

The middle aged man had a small smile on his face, while Yoongi seemed to be still in his inspector mode.

“So,” the man began. “How was it?”

You thought about it for a second. “Good. Like really good. Like surprisingly good.”

The man clapped his hands. “Well there you have it. Congrats you two.”

You shook your head for a second, scrunching your face in annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

Yoongi came around the counter, finally coming to stand beside you without anything between you two. “Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“Easy, Yoongi. Don’t want to scare them off now do you?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the man but then nodded his head in understanding. “You don’t like black coffee right? Too bitter or something?”

You nodded. “Yeah, too bitter. I need more sugar or else I just can’t get it down.”

“And I hate mochas. They’re too sweet and you can’t even tell there is coffee in it since it's so overpowered by the sugar, chocolate, and milk.”

“Okay… What does that have to do with me though?”

“But I just liked the mocha. Not just liked, I loved the mocha. And you loved the black coffee.”

“Yeah…” You waited for him to clarify further.

He waved his arm as if urging you to think further, but when you just cocked your head to the side in confusion, he dropped his arm back down to his side. “Seriously?” he asked, exasperated. “I hated my usual coffee and loved your mocha. And you hated your usual mocha and loved my coffee.”

You nodded your head, trying to understand what he was trying to get at. Until it just clicked, your eyes widening instantly, reaching to grab his elbows. “OH MY GOD! We’re soulmates! Oh my god! We switched preferences! We’re soulmates!” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close to you as you could through your thick winter jacket.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, his arms reciprocating your grasp.

“Oh my god! I knew I was meant to move here! I have to tell my roommate! But wait—” you pushed him out of your hold.

Yoongi let out a light groan, as he caught himself from stumbling.

You pointed a finger at him accusingly. “You hate mochas, you black coffee supremacist!”

“Seriously?” Yoongi asked you. “That’s your biggest concern now?”

“Well yeah! I mean, I don’t know if my preferences will change back, but if they do, I can’t stay with a soulmate that thinks he’s superior to me because of his coffee preferences!”

Yoongi let out a small laugh, his lips tugging into a smile. “If it makes you feel any better, I think I will never be able to hate mochas after today.”

Even with your finger still pointed at him, you felt your lips pull into a wide smile at the hidden meaning behind his words.

You both jumped at the clearing of a throat behind the two of you. The man had made his way to the front door of the coffee shop with his order in his hand. “Sorry, sorry. Just wanted to let you know that my wife, Maria, had been recording the entire thing in case you needed to call the police.” He nodded towards the other patron who had been at the shop when you and Yoongi had started fighting who was now standing holding the door open as she waited for her husband. “Let me know if you want the video of your first meeting, I’m sure your friends and family would love to see it,” he said between kind-hearted soft laughs, before leaving hand-in-hand with Maria.

“Maybe even our future grandkids,” you teased him happily, taking a step back towards him.

Yoongi just smiled in reply, showing off his perfect teeth to you.

You felt your heart swell.

He took another step towards you, grabbing a hold of your hands by your side. “I would like that.”

You heard the door chime as a customer walked into the coffee shop before their steps halted somewhere behind you.

“Uh, is this a bad time?” The customer asked from behind you.

“Give me a second,” Yoongi replied.

“Alright,” the person cleared their throat. “Just don’t want to be late for work.”

That seemed to jolt you out of your Yoongi admiring stupor. “Shit! I have an interview!” You tightened your hold on his hands before letting go.

By the time Yoongi realized what was going on, you were already halfway out the door.

“I’m going to be so late! I’ll be back later, okay, baby?” You had pushed the door open taking a step out before turning back to him. “I am allowed to come back right? Or am I still exiled from your shop?” You asked with a smile.

“Seriously?” He laughed, shaking his head as he made his way back behind the service counter. “Maybe you’ll just have to try your luck.”

“You’re impossible.” You laughed into your hand, waving your hand at him. “When I come back, if you don’t let me in, I’ll tell all your customers that I almost threw up after drinking your mocha.” You stuck out your tongue at him as he fake gasped, before finally actually leaving the shop.

Well, there's that.

So if you didn't get it, in this case, soulmates have different ways of finding out if they're meant to be in this universe. For Yoongi and Y/n, they met and ended up switching coffee preferences (or maybe even more preferences but the only thing they noticed so far is the coffee). Even though their reactions may seem extra, when you meet your soulmate all your emotions/feelings/everything is meant to be heightened. So they had each other's preferences, but n times stronger. So that's why they loved the other's preference like it was ambrosia, but their own preferences tasted like so bad to them. Y/n found the mocha wayyyy to sweet like Yoongi would usually, and Yoongi found the black coffee wayyyyy too bitter cause Y/n likes her coffee well sweetened and with a lot of stuff to mellow the coffee flavour.

But anyway, yes they're in love.

So yeah, do let me know if you want me to post the rest of these. It will be a slow process, but I would like to do so.

Take care!!

[yandere-sins]

Prisoner #002

a/n: I cut off your question at the end, but you did everything right, just maybe for the future try not to space out the ask so much, it’s a little impractical for me since it takes up a lot of space. You can condense your request, that is perfectly fine with me ^-^

Fandom: Genshin Impact     Pairings: Yandere!Prisoner!Childe x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Flirting, Kissing, Grinding, Dub-Con Activities, Innuendos, Nicknames, Mention of arousal, Hickies, Childe being a little too horny for the reader, Mentioning of sucking someone off, Rewarding actions with sexual acts, Mentioning of gore-y sex, Forced Relationship), Violence (Too many death mentions, Childe is a serial unaliver, Mentioning of gang activities, BLOOD MENTION, Mentioning of wounds, Biting, A fistfight, Talks about dismemberment and torture, Threats, Childe is a little crazy), Long post, Swear words

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"Woah there, Sunshine!"

Of course. It was just your luck that running from one psycho forced you into the arms of another, his hands covered in scars as he wrapped them around your arms, holding you in place with too much ease for your comfort. Your face still hurt from crashing into a wall, trying to dodge the fist swinging at you the moment the guard left you alone with your new roomie who was definitely out for more blood after killing your predecessor.

Luckily, you had picked up some skills here and there, running from various other people before you were finally caught. Some may think identity fraud was just being a scammer or a credit card swindler. But to you, it had always been so much more. You stole IDs from dead bodies to make another gamble with a new life in a new city, convinced gangs and police that you were on their side, and when it became too much, you ran, hid, and assumed a new identity, took the money out of the hands of people that trusted you, and started all over again.

It was fun as long as it lasted, but this man holding you in an iron grip was the first indication that your fun was about to end.

His eyes scanned over you, and catching his gaze, you felt a familiar cold shudder run down your spine. It was the same reaction you always had when looking into the face of a killer. You had met people like him before. Lifeless, empty husks that could only be filled with blood and the screams of their victims. Nothing else moved them anymore. Only with violence would they revert back into a human, cruelty the only thing that could rattle these bones.

You had always hated the enforcers of the gangs you met, their presence enough to kill the mood real fast. They were amongst the creepiest people you had to deal with, even though they only bothered you when your identity scam came to light. It was never even personal for either of you. Just a boss that wanted to see you dead, and the enforcers going to great lengths to achieve that, always just one step behind you. They had no pride, joy, empathy, or understanding to share with you.

"Let go," you demanded, this one not being someone out for your head yet. If he was any bit like the others, he'd have no business with you unless someone asked him to put your head on a silver plate. That could become a problem in the future. However, he surprised you with a smile on his face, masking his lifelessness under fake playfulness that you didn't expect from such a person.

"Sure thing if you give me a name."

"A name?"

Whose name? Yours? Did you even remember your real name after all the identities you had worn over the years?

"Why would I give you my name?"

Lips curling into a grin, you jerked away when he let go of one of your arms, but he merely chuckled as he reached for your face instead. Still caught in escape mode, your instinct was to keep fighting him, your frantic mind wondering how one person could be so strong when you were throwing your whole body into a backward movement. But when he finally gripped your chin, pressing his thumb into the left corner of your mouth, you flinched. Hard.

"I'm not asking for yours—yet. But you gotta tell me whose face to bruise if you want me to take care of the person that hurt you."

Pulling his hand away, you saw the blood inking his fingertip. But just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared under his tongue as he licked it off, your gut clenching in disgust. "My cellmate," you pressed out through clenched teeth, feeling yourself grimace while you couldn't look away from this guy. He definitely looked exactly the same way as the killers you met before. However, this one here seemed to still have some sanity left to act on his own devices, which was perhaps even more dangerous. "I don't know his name."

"That's fine. You can just tell me which cell it is."

"Wait, what? I'm not going back there! I'd rather-- Hey--?!"

You were wholly unprepared for this red-haired, blue-eyed monster to pick you up with a gleeful laugh before announcing, "Off we go!" as he walked back in the direction you had come from.

"Let me down!" you screamed, but he just kept chuckling to himself, restraining your kicking legs with an arm wrapped around them, and you could feel his head shaking against your thigh.

"And miss the show? I don't think so. I don't think so..."

His last repeat was a mere whisper, but you could hear the ominous grin in his voice. You had no idea what he was going to do, and looking at him, even while knowing how strong his grip had been on you, you didn't think he'd have much chance against your cellmate, whose build was so much more bulky and resilient. And now you were brought back to the hell hole you ran from.

Caught for the first time in your life.

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You thought you had seen it all.

Fights, blood, death.

But it was nothing compared to the sight before you.

With his bare hands, this spunky bastard made a puddle out of your... former... cellmate. There wasn't much to say aside from what ended up on your floor could have been a body... or minced meat. He didn't leave the fight unscathed, receiving some mean blows as he punched your roommate into a groaning mess, but perhaps the most disturbing thing about it was the never-ceasing smile on his face. He was definitely having fun.

"Hah..." With a satisfied sigh, the lunatic straightened his back and rolled his shoulders, letting his neck pop on each side as if he had just done a good workout. It had looked much more like a dance of death than anything else, captivating and yet too gruesome to look. Then, he turned to you. At the first sight of the fistfight, you should have gotten a grip and ran away, but with the crowd that had collected outside your cell door, standing silently as they watched one of theirs getting beaten into a pulp, it had been almost impossible to leave.

No less because, for some reason, you couldn't take your eyes off your unlikely protector even when blood disgraced his boyish features. The excitement that had come over him was fleeting, changing his eyes back into a much duller color until they found you across the room.

Brightening up again, he took a few strides towards you, and you held your breath, pressing into the wall in your back, almost fearing you were the next one experiencing what excitement meant to this maniac. However, before he could reach you, his expression changed, scrunching into what seemed like pain. He fell forward, catching himself by smashing his arm into the wall above your head, holding himself just inches away from you.

The position was almost suave if not for his free hand gripping his side as the pain manifested even stronger on his face, though he tried to mask it, once again, with a smile. "How was I?" he asked, and you were too stunned to understand his question. Splatters of blood had covered his front in a lot more red than even the orange of his overalls, and though he was clearly hurt, he was asking you... how he was?

"Did I do a good job avenging you?" he chuckled, apparently reading you like an open book.

Your eyes darted over to the worse-off prisoner, and you gave a half-hearted nod, feeling somewhere between disgusted and impressed. "Nevermind," the guy in front of you said sharply, snaking his arm around your neck. For a split second, you caught the emotionless eyes of a killer on him again, but when you met his gaze with yours, they almost changed back to those of a human.

"Help me to the infirmary, will you?" he asked, lowering his voice so not everyone could pry into your conversation before putting on a mask quicker than even you could and grinning over the pain. Well, you didn't plan on staying in your cell anyway, and another glance at the beaten prisoner on the floor confirmed that you'd rather not be here when he was found.

"Sure," you agreed, allowing him to shift his weight on you while you turned to the door. The crowd of onlookers let out soft murmurs and gasps but immediately stepped aside. You were surprised for a moment, remembering the same faces having ridiculed and mocked you just minutes ago when you had entered the prison. Of course, they weren't showing respect to you, but that thought only came to you much later.

"And your name," the man hanging on to you for dear life demanded chipperly. You glared at him from the corners of your eyes, but he gave you a surprised expression as if to say, "Why not?"

"It's [Name]," you finally relented, your own name leaving an icky feeling on your tongue. You discarded it for so long, only hearing it again at your trials and now having to hear it from your own mouth. "What's yours?"

He let out a wolf whistle which you glared at him for, but he only laughed about your attempts to intimidate, clearly not taking you seriously. "Call me Childe," he replied. Childe, the man with no fear, grinned from ear to ear as you nodded in acknowledgment, helping him drag his body to the infirmary.

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"Thanks."

It was just a short, somewhat awkward showcase of thankfulness from you, but when you finally settled Childe on a clean bed with fluffy white sheets in a room cleaner than anywhere else in the facility, you had had enough time to realize he really stuck his head out for you for no reason. All of a sudden, you felt bad seeing him beaten up like this, groaning as he leaned back into a soft pillow, looking pretty pale by now. The way to the infirmary hadn't exactly been challenging, but he seemed very worn out by now, which you couldn't blame him for.

"Anytime, Sunny." Nevermind, he was back to grinning the second he heard what you said, looking no day past his prime as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Charming.

"Don't call me that."

"Aww... and here I thought we were getting closer."

"That's not even the point--"

"AJAX! What did I tell you about getting into fights?! Don't come here after getting your ass kicked--!"

A booming voice interrupted you, and you snapped around, alerted, only feeling Childe's fingers wrap around your wrist when he pulled you closer to the bed. Your eyes met those of a tiny, old woman, having no bedside manner, apparently. However, when she saw you, she stopped ranting even though it sounded as if she was ready to let down a tirade of reprimands on your savior.

"It's good to see you, too!" Childe laughed awkwardly, and you felt his grip tighten a little, drawing your attention back to him. He caught your gaze head-on, not even inclined to look at the nurse that had just come in. She huffed, and it made you feel like you—as the reason for this visit—were the one at fault.

"He tried to defend me," you spoke up, giving him a nod, signaling you had his back. His lips parted, surprise dashing over his expression, but the nurse spoke up before he could add to your words.

"Don't try to lie for him. He constantly gets into fights. When he sees an opportunity, he takes it."

For some reason, that stung. Up until now, you had thought he was some crazy guy getting mad on your behalf. However, if her words were true, you had just been an opportunity for him to fulfill his violent tendencies. Way to go, feeling special and then getting crushed again. The you—the real one—you currently were simply wasn't that remarkable of a presence. That's why you had always preferred to be anyone but yourself.

The nurse proceeded with some tests, pushing into his abdomen until Childe was hissing and doubling over, and giving him some pills to swallow before patching up some lacerations you hadn't even seen under all the blood from the other guy. You watched, unsure what you could do to help. At some point, Childe slipped his hand into yours, allowing him to squeeze it when he felt pain, but he never did. He only held it, gently so, occasionally playing with your fingers when he answered the nurse's questions.

"Stop getting into fights," she warned him, wagging her finger at him. "I don't want to see you here anymore and take up my beds and time, you villain."

Watching her go, you whispered, "She's feisty," after she left, too scared to say your thoughts out loud.

"I know, she's great," Childe replied, moving around until he felt more comfortable with his position.

"She called you Ajax."

For the first time since you met him, he didn't reply to you wittily. He didn't reply at all. Shifting on your seat next to his bed, you checked if he had fallen asleep, but his eyes were wide open, unblinking as he stared at the ceiling. "So she did..."

His head turned back to you, these unreadable, dead eyes scanning you up and down until they landed on your face, his gaze softening a little when you cocked your head to the side questioningly. "I go by a few names, but you can call me whatever you want. Childe, Ajax, Tartaglia, Baby, Beloved, Daddy..."

"Okay, stop it," you huffed, pinching his forearm playfully, unable to hold back the hint of a smile dancing across your features. However, he winced at your touch, and you jumped up, hovering above him and intending to apologize for hurting him. But once you stood above him, his mischievous grin returned, and you rolled your eyes, realizing you had fallen for his trap.

Not letting you go this quickly, he cupped your face, his smile remaining even though his expression grew serious. "You defended me," he mumbled, thumb tracing your cheekbone as he followed the movement with his eyes. "No one ever did that before."

"Defend you? Back with the nurse?" you questioned, unable to believe that no one would have ever stuck up for him. "What about your family, didn't they--?"

"No."

His answer was as brief as it seemed truthful, brows furrowing in what seemed like a mix of anger and betrayal. "That's rough, Ajax," you mumbled, feeling bad for him. Sure, he was the strangest stranger you could have thought to encounter in these damned halls, but even if he chose a very bad way to solve problems, he did it for you.

Seeing your concern, he lightened up, giving an easy-going shrug to ease your mind. "They weren't a fan of my arrest. But that's my fault for not being more careful and getting caught."

"Caught doing what?" Did you even want to know?

"Cutting up the bodies of people who... got in the way."

Sighing, you should have anticipated that kind of answer by now. It was your own curiosity's fault for asking.

"Sheesh," you blew out, and his expression turned from chipper as he talked about dismemberment to worried.

"Do you hate me now?"

You had met a lot of people in your life. Living so many different lives, you were bound to meet a new set of faces in every new role you jumped into. But by method of elimination, Childe was definitely the weirdest of all of them. He could be violent, heartless, and completely detached from reality in one moment, flirting and laughing the next, and then turn into a punished puppy without so much as a warning.

"I'm... not sure. I don't think so, no."

"I beat someone up for you?" he tried to incite, and honestly, you couldn't help but laugh as he attempted the eyebrow wiggle again, failing miserably.

"That's true. I guess you are pretty... nice. In your own way. So, no. I don't hate you."

A bright, sparkling grin captured his lips, making him look childishly excited about what you said. "That's good! Really good! Remember that for after what I'm going to do now."

"What--"

Next thing you knew, he pulled you down, pushing himself up to kiss you. Too stunned to react, you stood there, eyes wide open, while you felt his tongue press through your lips, the unpleasant taste of blood spreading in your mouth. And then, as if to fit you to him, he bit down, lavishing in your soft lips being mauled with a blush on his cheeks. The pain made you jolt awake, and you tore away from him, clasping your hand over your mouth. At least, that was your attention. The reality was his fingers tangled in your hair, not allowing you one inch away from him.

"You bastard--" you hissed, only to get interrupted by his eyes turning lifeless again and his voice a calm, collected whisper, only meant for your ears.

"Do you want to get out?"

"What?"

"Do you. Want to. Escape."

Hesitating, you stared into these dead blue eyes of his, wondering what might be going on in this crazy brain. "What if I do?"

He grinned.

"I know a way, and you can help me with my plan. I know you have experience in becoming someone completely different when needed. Together we'd be unstoppable. The brain and the brawn."

"Why should I trust you?" There was honestly nothing that would have made Childe trustworthy, even after you sympathized with him on occasion. He said he had a plan, but without hearing it, you had no idea if it was even worth your time. Much less if he wasn't a damn snitch trying to butter you up so the court could turn your sentence into a much harsher one.

"You know I have family. I am desperate to get out and leave this craphole behind. I've been here far longer and did much worse things than you could ever imagine. No one will touch you when they think you belong to me, and we can make it out without interruptions. Look, I am so desperate, I'll even team up with a nobody like you. Isn't that proof enough?"

He didn't have to word it like that, making an unnecessary dig at you, even though he had a point. And even with his eyes dead like a fish on a dinner plate, his voice sounded nothing like a deceiving lure just to betray you later.

"Let's try it then. What's the plan?"

Oh, he liked the sound of that, his grin spreading further. "Kiss me," Childe instructed, and you felt your facial expression derailing into disbelief.

"No!" you complained, keeping your voice low even though he rolled his eyes as if you were the dramatic one.

"You want them to believe you're with me? Better give them a show they can't deny."

"No one can see us here!"

"They want you to think that. Didn't you see the cameras?"

You knew you couldn't look away from Childe's eyes, or else the plan would be over before it began. "And why are we pretending in front of the guards?" you grumbled, still not very on board with his secret "masterplan."

"I can only keep you safe because they are all afraid of me. Besides, guards have rats. Rats spread rumors like the pest. Historically proven." With another sly grin, you felt like he was mocking you by now.

"I hate it when you're smug like that."

“Ah-ah, remember? No hating me.”

"Just your smugness."

"Well then, kissing me shouldn't be so hard."

"Fuck you," you hissed, leaning forward to sink your lips into his.

"Feel free when you feel like it," he mumbled into the kiss before returning it even more passionately. He pulled you further and further on top of him until you had to sit on the bed by his side. Only then did he finally stop restraining you, hands wandering down your body until they gripped your hips.

You wouldn't lose, you promised yourself. Whether this was a necessary point to make to anyone or not, you accepted his challenge, allowing him to help you further up on the bed and climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs, and digging your fingers into his side. Childe hissed in pain, opening his eyes to glare at you. Now it was your turn to grin. Instead of retaliating, however, he urged you to bare your neck to him, deciding to sink his teeth into the skin there instead of your lips.

A moan escaped you as he suckled the spot, leaving his mark on you, and you couldn't help but grind your hips into his, causing the same reaction from him. You two were like fire and water, incompatible. But you were making it work, one way or another.

"Will you two stop! What are you? Horny teenagers?!"

A familiar voice finally snapped you both out of your showcase of competitive affection, and you clambered off his lap quickly as the nurse stormed back into the room. Feeling very ashamed, you were at least sure this was enough showcasing to proceed with his plan. "If you feel good enough to fuck, get out of my infirmary!" she scolded Childe, and he raised his hands into the air, slowly getting up while trying not to agitate his wounds. Holding his hand out to you, you hesitated at first before taking it, his fingers immediately entangling with yours as he hummed, satisfied with your reaction.

"Thanks for patching me up!" he chimed as he hurriedly led you out of the infirmary, and you bowed your head briefly to the nurse before disappearing through the door. However, no one awaited you outside. It was only you and Childe who wasted no time pulling you around a corner.

"I think we're good, no need to continue," you mumbled, pushing him away as he caged you between his arms.

"What? You think I'll stop after that show inside?" he scoffed, and you felt your mood tipping over from barely accepting his menace into disgust.

"Well, we're partners. Don't you think you should give me at least a tiny bit of respect?"

"Oh, I will when the time comes."

That wasn't the answer you expected. Humming in approval, you nodded, believing what he said a little too quickly. His grin couldn't mean anything good. You had learned that by now.

"You defended me and joined my escape plan, but I need one more thing from you."

"What is it?" Slowly, he was getting on your nerves.

"You still need to reward me for my 'help' in your cell."

"You mean for beating someone up who tried to punch me? Thanks... again."

"That will not nearly be enough."

For a moment, silence raked through the sparse space between your bodies. You were almost too scared to ask, knowing how unpredictable he was. "So what--"

"You can start on your knees."

"You are not serious."

Fingers wrapping around your throat, your air supply was immediately cut off as he gripped tightly. His lips hushed over yours teasingly as you gurgled for dear life, raking your nails over his arm. But Childe didn't care much for your antics, not even when you could feel the pressure starting to affect your senses. He only ever tightened his hold, never releasing it.

"Don't forget who's doing you a favor," he whispered, kissing your lips with gentleness unbefitting of his whispered threats before letting out a longing sigh as he relished in your taste. You felt his thumb grace down your neck, over the spot where he bit you before his nail dug into the flesh right there, pressing until it drew blood. "You've been sweet so far, but you don't want to find out what happens when I lose interest. Got it?"

There was no room for you to nod, but you hoped he could read it in your expression. "Good," he sighed after torturing you for a few silent seconds more before releasing you. You hadn't even noticed that he had lifted you from the ground; only now that you were falling to your knees, coughing and spitting up drool, did you realized how badly you had underestimated his madness. What kind of deal you had made with the devil right in front of you.

His body still caging you in, he leaned over you, pressing your face into his crotch. You felt a sickening throb behind the fabric as he gripped your head from behind, raking his fingers through your hair before pushing you against him. "Be nice, will ya?" Childe asked, and you wanted to scoff, but your body only shuddered, too afraid to offend him now. "I took care of your problems and even allowed you to join my plan. I deserve this, [Name]."

"Please..." you croaked, and Childe hummed in surprise. Sheepishly, you looked up at him, searching for his gaze through your lashes. "Not here... please."

Breathing out a moan, Childe's hold on you grew soft, his hand patting your head instead. Next thing you knew, he leaned down, hoisting you into his arms until you could wrap your legs around him. You definitely felt him flinch, but even if he was hurt, he didn't seem to care.

"Anything for you if you ask nicely, Babe. Let's go to my cell instead."

"Wait! What about your cellmate?"

"I can poke out his eyes and ear drums before taking you on his bed while he bleeds out next to you if you'd prefer that. Didn't take you for such an adventurous little thing."

You knew he was joking. Right? Maybe not...

"I don't have a cellmate," he clarified after watching you gulp, trying to hold down the horror that had built inside you from escaping you.

"Killed that guy, huh?" you chuckled wryly, slowly getting behind this guy's psyche.

"You're finally getting it," Childe hummed, grinning. "I can't wait to let the whole prison hear you scream my name, Sunshine."

"Why does it feel like this is no longer for show?" you whispered, your gaze drifting longingly down the hall to the infirmary, a place that had seemed so cozy and safe while it felt like Childe was dragging you down into the cold darkness that was your reality.

"You tell me, you are the brains of us two."

It never was.

Even when you didn't say it out loud, Childe grinned, reading your mind once again. "Right on the money, Baby."

"Are we still escaping?"

"Why, of course! I want you to meet my family. But I'll have you proof to me that I made the right decision first."

"A decision about what?"

"Not killing you when you ran into me."

You gulped again as you realized all of this could have gone a very different, very drastic way instead, if not for Childe somehow deciding he wanted to take revenge for you. "So why didn't you?" you hissed, suddenly overcome with anxious anger at this situation. What else did you have to lose? He was already kidnapping you and forcing you into a plan only he knew of, and you were almost sure that he'd force you into a lot more messes than just this one.

Stopping in his tracks, Childe let you down, cornering you against the wall in your back. You felt cell bars press into your shoulders, not having noticed you two had already gotten back to the cells. A short glance around confirmed your whereabouts until Childe gripped your chin, focusing your attention back on him.

"I liked the way you looked while bleeding. Then I liked the bite you had when talking to me when no one else dares to speak like that to me anymore in this prison. Then you defended me."

"Wow, so I did everything wrong, eh?"

"Wrong? Oh, no, Darling. More like, you did everything right."

Leaning forward, Childe kissed you again, moaning against your mouth as he felt your teeth graze his lips, relishing in the feeling of your unwillingness to indulge him. Pressing his body to yours, you felt his cock straining tightly against his overall, pulsing with need and only getting hotter as he ground it against your thigh.

"Because I'll get the reward I'm owed first, and when I'm done with you, you'll thank me for all I do for you with the rest of your life."

[daryltwdixon]

Hihi! I’m here with some writer’s asks (sorry if it’s a lot 😅)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Thank you sm for the love 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

when I was part of the 1d fandom in 2012ish I wrote a tonnnn of fanfiction on my blog 😅 I had no business writing and reading so much filth

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

oy vey. Honestly, id give it like a 6, it’s not terrible but rereading the same thing over and over again will make me crazy after awhile LMAO I do like it cause I’ll write a pretty basic outline of a scene out then go in and fill in where I can to add layers and texture!!

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@chockholdsillegal not saying we’d be great at covering our tracks but this my homie right here (and your job might help us be able to get rid of evidence in a way other people don’t have access to 🤔)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

forever and always will rec @heathermason6060 like holy shit their Matchmaker Merle pt 1??? Serial killer rick and daryl??? 🧑‍🍳💋

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@weirdoneattheparty your internet sleuthing is incredible and more people need to appreciate the work it takes for the shit you are able to dig up

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

I like reader inserts ! Writing them and reading them personally! Like partially yes I am the character but also they are their own character at the same time w a totally different lore than me and putting myself in their shoes is just as fun. Like would I make all the decisions fmc would? No but im not about to complain about a character acting morally gray or making bad decisions cause if they didn’t there would literally be no plot lmao

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

speaking of lore hmm you want like normal? I own my own pet sitting business on the east coast in the US :) I’m also a surrogate baby and have a bunch of half sibs that I’m close with now as an adult!

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

slide into them DMs and let’s be friends OR if you reblog good stories or write interesting stuff! I also follow people who regularly comment on my writing cause I love you sm

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

here’s a screenshot of something I saved for Heart of Us inspo! I have a long note of drabbles of dialogue / scene ideas and screenshots of things I find so this one was from tik tok

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

god as cliche as it is I love a good and juicy love triangle. I also love when reader/fmc is able to handle herself and is tough as nails. I mean I’m literally writing the fanfic I want to see so idk what else but also I love @heathermason6060 because she writes an amazingly desperate and needy daryl so whenever I need a hit of that to my system I go to her ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

honestly I love any and all comments when they’re kind! But esp when someone is like “holy shit” lmao or even just a really nice “can’t stop reading this” or “so glad I found this” I’m telling you comments make my day and make me want to keep writing!! I love any and all!! ❤️

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

ooof… well I’m gonna go with a character I hate at this exact moment in my rewatch which is Eugene. Let me complain then I’ll say something nice. EUGENE YOU WERE SO EASY TO MAKE THE FLIP TO NEGAN YOU ASSHOLE WTF. Ok nice things he’s v smart for someone who was a liar / fraud he still knows how to do SO MUCH !!! He also was v kind when he told negan’s wives he knew they were there not of their own volition and didn’t want to take advantage of them. I also understand why he flipped to negan so readily because they treated him so freaking well and he was always being ridiculed and told he wasn’t enough back w his old group!

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Other than the obvious in watching the show, god I love music. Whenever I hear a good lyric I’m like oh shit I need to base an entire story around that or the feeling music will give I’m like this is how daryl would feel or fmc would feel when this and that happen!! Poetry is also a huge one, as seen above with my recent screenshot to my notes.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

when I’ve been on tumblr before I knew short and sweet is usually best, and the fact twd fit so well into Daryl Dixon I said let’s try this lmao and it worked!! So now I am Daryl the walking Dixon lmao

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

this goes for books/novels as well. You need to show me how a character is feeling, show me the scenery, the atmosphere instead of TELLING me. My favorite example of this comes from Harry Potter which does way better to explain than I could writing out everything:

Instead of “Harry started crying”, in GOF it says “The thing against which [Harry] had been fighting on and off ever since he had come out of the maze was threatening to overpower him. He could feel a burning, prickling feeling in the inner corners of his eyes. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling.”

This goes for atmosphere/scenery too! What the heck are the smells! The sounds! What does it feel like!! So whenever fanfic or books do nothing to embellish any feelings I usually click out or DNF

[lenores-2nd-wife]

DRAMA POST!!

Only read if you want to see my side of my grooming allegations (that are false), take care of yourself.

TW: Sexual Language & Mentions of Grooming, and Death & Dox Threats (Long Post Warning)

“Hello everyone.”

Sorry I’ll be serious. 

This is a response addressing a post calling me out that I have reposted on my blog. Please check theirs out for reference if you want a peek at all the lies they’re spreading about me/want the context of what I’m talking about. I want to make sure you see their (Albeit misinformed) side before you see mine to be as transparent as possible.

I honestly never thought I’d have to make one of these things but let’s get this over with. 

To start off, I would like to say that this is NOT an apology as I have no one to apologize to and nothing to apologize for. This is me debunking every single lie that person put in their post. With screenshots of course.

With that being said, I’m very sorry to ABBY AND ABBY ALONE for being dragged into this and whoever made that callout is horrible for what they’ve done. (And to rnf & their mods as they seem to be the main target of that callout even though I’m the one being labeled as a groomer.)

[I will be giving the poster the benefit of the doubt as it seems they got all of their information from a separate party. I truly want to believe they just want to do the right thing and the person giving them the information is the malicious one. I understand trying to protect minors as you seem to be one as well (I was checking in on their account and their bio said 14 at one point? I don’t think it’s still there), but I promise it wouldn’t kill you to send me a DM to see if your information was correct.]

As for a warning of sorts, I will say that the messages between me and Abby were very sexual and I’m not exactly censoring myself going forward. So TW for sexual language/and mentions of grooming again. The only reason I’m not marking this post as explicit is because I want to make sure some people see it as I have literal grooming allegations against me, if it was anything less serious I would have.

Now let’s start with the elephant in the room. 

ME AND ABBY ARE BOTH CONSENTING ADULTS.

She is 19-years-old, born in 2005. Refer to the screenshots above. She even sent me her ID to get into the NSFW part of my server.  Meaning she is not only an adult, but came to me with full interest in talking about sexual topics. (As she is very much so allowed to do as an adult, I just want to get that out of the way before the poster possibly pulls out a “well you were probably making her uncomfortable” accusation out of their ass. If Abby was ever uncomfortable she would have told me and I would have listened. Boundaries are something I take very seriously.)

Speaking of the NSFW side of my server, the poster claims that I was saying sexual things in front of the other minors in the server when everything, and I mean everything, was in the adult section of my server that requires ID verification to get into. I’m in fact very strict with sexual content on my server and IN THE CALLOUT POST they literally show me handling a member who posted a screenshot that contained a friend of theirs saying “I want ___ to eat my ass”. 

(This was an easy mistake mind you and they didn’t have sexual intentions, they were just trying to be funny and share something crazy that their friend said. This is in no way trying to call that minor in my server out, don’t try to find them and leave my server members out of this. I just want to provide context as the member had their message deleted.)

As for their claims of me being racist. I am not. Simply put, I am not, they have provided no screenshots of me saying anything racist and I will not even entertain this statement any longer as it is baseless and downright ridiculous. Don’t include claims if you don’t have evidence to back them up PLEASEE.

Also, the document at the end with all of my shittily made drabbles is VERY misleading. “Dub-Con” WHAT? I promise you that just because Annabel is tied up does not mean she is not consenting. I can maybe see how it can be taken that way but my horny brain at the time wasn’t thinking “Oh and then I’ll make it dub-con!” DO NOT PUT THAT SHIT ON ME. 😭🙏

I am genuinely between being really angry about you posting my embarrassing as hell drabbles and fucking laughing. The “TW Cheating” TAG YOU ADDED IS SENDING ME. ITS OC X CANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECTED, IM SORRY? I wasn’t aware that was a cancelable offense since Monty was mentioned one time I’m losing it.

Now that I have addressed all the claims they have stated. It is now time for me to prove that every single one of their screenshots involving sex and things of that nature are in fact Abby. Warning once again that these screenshots get sexual as both of us were in what we assumed was a safe space to share down bad thoughts and fantasies involving the Nevermore characters and Abby’s OCs.

I will be posting each one of their screenshots in order (I'll try as much as I can running on 2 hours of sleep anyway), and I will explain the context for them of to be as transparent as possible:

Just sexual OC x Canon shipping. You will be seeing a lot of that as we were having fun with Abby's super cool OCs and we talked about them very often.

Joking around about one of the roleplays we were doing & more context for me sharing my splatoon fic with her..

OC x Canon shipping.

Embarrassing, but talking about kinks...

OC x Canon shipping.

Jokes about how calm Ada's relationship was (With an OC!) vs Lenore x Annabel's. (Previously mentioned that Lenore was being dragged into the closet by the ankles) & More OC x Canon.

More jokes about how much we want to smash Lenore & Annabel (Sue me), and me asking sexual questions about her OC.

I’m a person that wants to enjoy Nevermore media in peace with other adults with similar interests in role playing, not a stain on the human race, the only truthful thing you said in your post about me is that I'm a bit of a freak.

I will admit, in a lot of those screenshots I was very out there and really oversexulizing the characters and I can totally see why someone could be made uncomfortable if they saw it. In fact the poster included some of the tamer messages between me and Abby. However I was doing it in a safe manner, in a place people gain access to with the intention of being sexual. So I wasn’t just shouting out every little idea I had to everyone in my server, no one was being forced to look at what I was talking about.

Unlike Crimson, who you are clearly trying to group me with, I’m a normal fucking person who happens to lust after the characters. I’ve posted smut on my Ao3 often and even advertised some of it (With the proper explicit tags) on my blog. It is no secret that I am attracted to the characters, and I honestly don’t feel like I have to repent for that. 

My only bad intentions were my sexual ones with the characters who are proven to be 18+, whether you agree with the kinks shown in the screenshots or what I’m into in general does not matter (Not that any of my kinks are problematic as far as I’m aware? But I am very willing to learn if they are).

I did not deserve to be labeled a groomer. 

Abby did not deserve to have her business outed to the public eye.

I hope, REALLY HOPE, that this was posted with good intentions, but seeing how it was handled and what your page is dedicated to my interests on the side seem to just be a  pawn of yours to get at rnf & the mods to incriminate them for not “handling me” when there is nothing to be handled. Speaking of the mods, now I’ll most likely have to explain and let them know I'm not a pedophile. Thank you SOOO much for that btw.

Leave me, and other bystanders in the fandom minding their own business out of this. 

One more thing, though more so directed to the fandom, you guys can leave my inbox now? At this point I know it's not the same person and I need you guys to calm down. I genuinely had a few people ask me if I was lying about the death threats and I cannot make this shit up.

Your desperation for more drama and what you’re willing to do to make an already bad situation worse disgusts me beyond words and I’m actually really worried about drama pages now because this is not the first time blatant and dangerous misinformation has been spread in this fandom. Of course, that’s just me being emotional and making a whole lot of assumptions about your morals, so don’t quote me on that. Besides, the post didn’t get a whole lot of attention so I’m probably REALLY overreacting.

In conclusion-

(Also as horrible as this is I find it funny that in all the screenshots I have that same Annabel Lee pfp on with the tiny bow. 😭😭)

[lakesbian]

Will you share your twig fanfic at some point? The lil snippets into their adventures are so entertaining

ok so so far i have. one chapter thats jsut like. a rewrite picking up right after 13.11 that's like "hey what if the way the conversation about jessie liking sy/sy putting up walls went Wasnt wildly homophobic and transmisogynistic." i think it's fine and probably about as edited as it's going to get. i'm trying to add to that at least one more chapter that's about like. The ensuing shitshow (good, funny) of sy being really bad and awkward about actually starting up the relationship with jessie bc hes nervouse. but i'm struggling with finding how to reasonably plotwise add a chase scene/the general shenanigans i want to fit in it so i'm worried i'm gonna get stuck there. the ultimate goal for it would be it being a 2 or 3 chapter affair max that ends in sy & jessie properly starting their relationship. if i get really horrendously stuck i might just post the first chapter alone but id like to try to believe in myself

i have a few other snippets that were just basically like me doing the writing equivalent of doodling like. the sleeping beauty one i posted on tumblr + one re the line abt sy gifting jessie the same pen twice by accident + one re my 'why arent cigarettes in twigland super cool and packed with all kind of random shit' complaint. the only other thing thats. I Guess Finished. is like a snippet re 'hey its fucking crazy that wildbow had jessie pose as sy's fiancee when they infiltrated an academy and it was just literally never talked about' that Spiraled. and now it's 3 consecutive longer scenes that are kinda about how i think jessie & sy should be stupid in love, and kinda about how i think we should kill wildbow for not writing jessie being the world's best most functional fit for sy's psychosexual fixations, and kinda about how i think helen should have a Weird dynamic with them, and kinda about how i think it's dumb that sy never gets to have a more developed/understanding relationship with helen despite spending months living with her as a young adult. realistically i should show it to people who are not my friends at this point but Maybe I'me Shy.

and i also wanna keep working on/finish one i started that's a rewrite/continuation of a scene during the black woods quarantine bit that's about like. their fucked up sad little 17-18yo old married couple with Mortality Imminent vibe. but i feel like i wanna go back to that After i finish the stuff that's chronologically earlier? because i started it first, and i think it helped and was fun as a 'where do they go' thing, but i dunno. i might want to get things more straight in my head with the earlier stuff first even if not everything has to be perfectly consistent with each other.

initially i was envisioning just having one fic i update with snippets in each chapter but the thing is that with snippets Spiraling i dunno how i'd post things. i guess the 13.11-> rewrite would obviously be its own thing, but i don't know if the one i mentioned abt the fiancee stuff would count as its own fic vs a snippets series or What. and i should also really before i post anything have someone who 1. has amenable taste and 2. has actually fucking read twig read it and provide thoughts on if anything should be shot before it makes it out of the carriage. but also i fear we have a milquetoast enough situation going on here that it's one of those things where it's a bit silly to go "here..... Critical Review, Please" because it's not Serious Enough writing 4 that. so maybe i should just post shit who's to say

[vorpalfae]

Sorry if this is a personal ask, but you said you stayed in a mental hospital and I was curious about something. You post about emilie autumn and I'm sure you know her "inmate number is EA W14A" and I wanted to know if the inmate number thing is real or its just her trying to seem more dramatic. It just always seemed fake to me. I still love her music but I wanted to ask someone with experience with that. You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable.

u don't have to apologize! its fine. i'm usually pretty open about that stuff anyway. and i can tell you right now that hospitals don't refer to people as inmates. at least, not on paper. if someone called her that then thats on them, but they do not and are not supposed to do that.

as for the number, yes! that is a real thing. every patient staying in a long term facility has some sort of patient ID. and they don't usually give it to you unless you need it for something specific or its a large hospital that requires you to know it.

my "number" is actually pretty similar to that. mine was W13D2.

i know it by heart still to this day because i was there for over 8 months and i had to write it down every time i sent a letter to someone so they'd know what patient to give my mail to.

the W stands for "Ward" and the 13 is the ward i was on and D was my room and 2 was the bed i stayed in because i had a roomate. on my paper work it just says W13D because they don't need my bed number. the bed number is just so they didnt put my mail on the wrong bed lol.

i see why emilie uses the term "inmate" though, because thats what mental patients used to be called. just like hospitals used to be called asylums. and i still use those terms sometimes myself because it feels very fitting. ive had horrific experiences at these places and it felt a lot more like being an inmate than a patient. not saying every hospital is like that, but my experiences were.

i even went to one of the top psychiatric facilities in the country and i still had some of the most traumatic things happen to me there. so much so that i still have trouble sharing it.

i admire emilie a lot. i relate to her a lot. i see people constantly accusing her of glamorizing things and trying to seem edgy or dramatic just for speaking about what happened to her. or because she uses her real life to inspire her art.

people have said the same things to me. and i understand it may look like that to people who have never lived through it. probably because its such a weird and troubling thing to live through. when you've lived with mental illness, trauma, and then horrific mental asylums it leaves you feeling even more crazy. because you don't know how to react or express yourself because nothing prepares you for that.

its almost like losing your innocence again except you're an adult and not a child. (well i went as a minor too but you know what i mean lol)

sorry for rambling, its hard to explain stuff like this without going in depth lol

[raytorosaurus]

ray really went off w remember the laughter (album) but also specifically remember the laughter (song)

I KNOW I KNOWWWWW. actually i find it so interesting that ray's the only member of mcr to have released a concept album post-breakup tbh...(i don't count electric century bc the album and comic seem very separate). but remember the laughter is such a coherent and self-contained piece of art it's so cool. besides we save it's genuinely rare that i listen to one song without listening to the entire album bc (like frank said actually), it's almost cinematic in the way it flows through (including the seamless transitions between tracks! little sonic references back to previous tracks throughout the album! the MUSIC BOX LOOP IF YOU RESTART AFTER THE END!!!!!!!) i think its weakest point is its lack of variation at times which means some tracks don't necessarily stand out on their own against some of the others, but it's satisfying enough to listen to start to finish that i can't really complain. i would love to see ray lean into that and try his hand at writing sountrack...or, alternatively, to casually release individual tracks that don't fit with a larger project, because he has loads :((( he was experimenting with dirtier punk and metal sounds before he settled on the rtl vibe and i wish he'd share some of those even if they weren't necessarily complete :( but oh well

anyway that being said - there are a few tracks i just have to listen to sometimes from rtl and rtl the song is one of them. so much going on in the background instrumentation beneath a morbid concept delivered without the morbidity, and a slow six-minute build into the most genuinely gorgeous guitar solo i've ever heard in my entire life...what more could you want tbh. it was such a bold choice to not have guitar dominate the whole album since it's not only his strength but also literally the only thing he's know for lol but it means the solos that are on there stand out sooooo beautifully, and the rtl one has gotta be my favourite. very closely followed by the great beyond and then we save, i think...im trying to learn them one by one on guitar but like even if could buy the most expensive gear id never be able to put as much tone and emotion into them as he does...crazy how he's an excellent musician huh lol

[littleeggrock]

Dirty Little Animals by Bones UK (from the Arcane soundtrack) is so first couple days feral BOLAS?! To me. Explanation under the cut for anyone interested lol

Like the first verse? "Taste what fell from grace"? They weren't exactly high and mighty on the first island, but they sure had it better there than in literal purgatory.

"You wanna mess around they're gonna take you down down down" - The other teams took this somewhat seriously, but by the end of the first day Bolas was completely broke and decided to go with the rp route, go completely insane, and somehow are still winning, despite all the hangups and deaths they had.

"such a lovely way to burn burn burn" - at the end of the first day there was a solid five minutes of people throwing themselves into the campfire to amass a large pile of bodies

"I've never felt like this before, think I might just want some more" - the amount of all the trauma and just general vibes given off by these specific people was enough to allow bolas to go over the edge and go crazy, alone they've all got their respective RP things going but together the energy bounces off each other as they constantly enable the ones around them, allowing for them to go well and truly insane after Bad provided a catalyst

"the kind of wrong that make you feel right" - so many of the characters on this team are considered morally grey, really none besides Phil and maybe carre have any sort of moral standing, and even then it's debatable, Jaidens close but she's also very easily manipulated as we see with cucurucho, she has good intentions most of the time but she doesn't have them because they are good, she has them because she doesn't want the people close to her getting hurt

"the little death that makes you feel alive" -jaidens complete disregard for her life on day four, willing to die upwards of 30 times (she died ninety four times total but also died from the gas a lot so im not sure how much was spawn camping, figured id play it safe) to cheat and manipulate the other teams for the benefit of BOLAS. Also again the campfire. And the stick fights. They just really like to beat eachother to the death.

"it makes your blood run hot, it makes your spit taste sweet, it makes you feel more alive than you have ever been" - literally just the insanity that's swamped the team, it's been dialed down some since day 4 but it's definitely still there, they are not ok and I love them. Some analogy could be made with the gas masks and the toxic gas, knowing you are immune to something that has killed many, the high of the adrenaline as they run through this fatal fog with little regards for their own safety.

"dirty little animals, beautiful cannibals" - they've brought up cannibalism multiple times and the majority of them (characters, to clarify) say they would be fine with it if given consent first, cellbit's canonically already done it too lmao. You can't tell be that they aren't just a buncha dirty little guys. Have you seen Charlie's skin, have you heard jaiden and foolish barking, all of them screeching muffled at the enemies, or howling in joy

Also for those of you who haven't seen, arcane season 2 got a release date for sometime in November 2024, which is so fucking exciting and it's a lot sooner than I expected

Sorry for the long post the brainrot got to me and I had to write this down somewhere lmao, figured id share with the class

[evillillad]

Can we maybe get some character sheets for your ocs and id like to write about them!!

👉👈

AAAHH i really wanna do updated character sheets WITH personality and lore i just aint got time rn!! BUT thank you for being interested!! 😭😭

to make up for the lake of sheets, heres some facts and lore typed out lol

Molly: (based on persona) secret demon being attached to Nina

Mollys kind of a strange case. Not quite puppet not quite...other creatures. She popped into existence around the time nina was born, hence the shared birthday. Shes a bit scatter brained, very easily distracted but once she has her mind set on something, nothing can get in her war. She's quite inquisitive and is constantly asking questions. Her first day in the neighborhood was basically asking every neighbor she met the most wild and intrusive questions she had. Little to no filter, says exactly whats on her mind. Doesnt understand why that makes some people so uncomfortable. Isnt it good to be curious? To tell the truth? To be honest? Man these creatures are strange. Also doesnt have any boundaries, is an absolute open book and for some reason is suprised when not everyone else is too. Think of her almost like a more unhinged wally, very naive to the ways of the waking world, but well verse in the night time activities. frequently takes long walks alone in the middle of the night. she sees them. she knows them. she keeps them away. some have gotten a bit too close to the neighborhood for comfort, is it because of her? do they know shes one of them, if not atleast similar? shes suspicious wally knows whats going on, its not normal for these beings to be here, but what draws them in?

^ongoing plot line of Molly spying on Wally constantly. A bit obsessive with him-she cant tell WHAT he is but she knows he isnt like the other neighbors but hes also not like her. Constantly pushing and manipulating him to break, but he seems either annoyed or oblivious to her attempts. otherwise, general nuisance to Wally, Frank (eats his bugs), Eddie (stares at him thru the post office window), Poppy (constantly getting herself into trouble) and Nina (personal demon).

Also maybe kills the nighttime creatures?? it seems like shes protecting the neighborhood from an outsiders perspective but those that REALLY know her know its territorial...somehow isnt intimidated by home tho. maybe shes trying to work with home? two demon things band together?? idk lmao

clumsy but also graceful? very bendy. no bones...crawls around like a creep sometimes.

Nina: (self insert oc) regular spider gal with a knack for art

Ninas quite normal actually. She was raised by a normal family within normal circumstances, but found herself with the strangest imaginary friend. She was never quite sure why one day everyone was suddenly able to see Molly but shes glad she finally isnt crazy. Now she cant get rid of the annoying asshole. Stuck with this annoying ass demon puppet thing, Nina moves to the neighborhood to get a new start on independence. With her new home, Nina spends most of her days painting, sewing, crocheting, and sculpting. Of course she always has her music going on, its never quiet in the house. Wally spends lots of time with her, they will frequently setup figure drawing sessions where their fellow neighbors will pose for them. Howdy seemed more than happy to constantly volunteer, maybe a tad bit overzealous to show off his muscles. Nina was more than excited to have such an interesting subject to create art of, although with Wally by her side, he always seemed to end up drawing an apple. There wasn't even an apple in the set. Nina doesnt care, shes just happy to have her little darling with her!

Despite being easily excitable and down to earth, shes actually quite timid and easily flustered. Howdys first few advancements had Nina trying to come up with some sort of lie so she could hurriedly get out of the bugdega and hide her beet red face. After this its just the rom com do they like me pinning i love so much lol

Unlike the other neighbors, she is somewhat aware of what goes bump in the night. Shes not sure what exactly it is, but she knows its dangerous...and she knows Molly has too much fun dealing with it. Despite Mollys homicidal tendecies, Nina is NOT scared of her. Shes aware of the fact that without her, Molly wouldnt have a host to stay alive. She cant do anything to harm her and even if she did, Ninas not afraid to grab her by the tail and launch her into the sun (Molly is actually somewhat intimidated by Nina, so she shows some level of obedience).

and thats it for those two!! I also would like to add that I wanna work on an oc of my dog and make goofy content of him and barnaby being like dude tf are u doing. also i know i have other ocs but either they arent quite fleshed out (lilith, betty, batsy), they arent technically mine (tilly and mitzy), or im just really tired and its late rn.

but if u got this far wow ermgee thanks for reading my late night rambles im dying

TLDR: Mollys homicidal, stupid, cant read a room, and is a demon. Ninas just a timid, excitable, down to earth, artsy spider with a weird demon imaginary friend that came to life.

[wafflinglumos]

hihi! i found your blog a few days ago and to sum it up I FEEL SEEN. i joined the marauders fandom a little while ago and read the powerpoints, other peoples takes on the characters, seen videos, and posts, and am currently reading atyd but, some of the things i’ve seen kinda just irked me?

and then i found your blog and all of a sudden i kid you not a beam of light enveloped the room, LMFAO I FELT SO HEARD AND SEEN and your posts are so well written and outspoken -something i could have never even try to do. i’ve seen people literally be eaten alive in comments if someone disagrees with a certain popular opinion or ship and that was insane to me like, ISNT THIS FANDOM MAJORITY MADE UP??

anyways thank you for being the beacon of hope <3

(also the one thing that really struck me wrong was the obsession of mlm in the fandom? like they’ll pump out mlm ships and characters i’ve never heard of WAYYY before they remember the women in the fandom. like?? i wanna see more dorlene stuff and a canon complaint lily fic from her perspective! women are so complicated and beautiful i just wanna see some representation and justice for them. for a fandom that preaches representation they really do forget all the women they’ve created. they all make them seem like they’re getting in the way of the mlm ships. for example, marlene being sirius, “crazy” ex, lily getting in the way of jegulas “a bitch”, mary never having a personality other than being pretty -LIKE??? anyways id love to hear your thoughts on this)

A BEACON OF HOPE??? Sobbing and sliding down the wall

ANON this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever been told oh my god, I’m crying that is so sweet, ahrhfbfb, this is genuinely so sweet anon <3

As for the obsession with mlm thing, I feel like every fandom has their fair share of that, usually it’s just fetishization but honestly, while I could be wrong I do feel with the marauders fandom it’s only partly that(there is definitely fetishization though don’t get me wrong)a part of it I think stems from misogyny/internalized misogyny, but I think a lot of it is a part of this fandom’s inability to write certain things, that being non one dimensional women, and sure sometimes you come across a gorgeously written post, but for the most part, the women, even if they’re not written as cartoon villains, never have that much depth, like Lily for example, she could be a main character aside Regulus in something, but she’d never as developed as Regulus, her flaws are easy to fix/easy to understand(and that’s IF she has any). I feel like a part of the fandom thinks that putting Lily in a different relationship and calling it a day with no expansion on her character besides “hot BAMF queen”, is somehow different that making her a cartoon villain, when they’re both basically the same.

I think it heavily stems from misogyny and just not being able to write women with flaws, (of course it’s not just a problem with the lack of flaws in women but I won’t get into that right now lol)

Hopefully this was well worded I’m sleepy :D

[myechoecho]

Rewatching W: Two Worlds

ep 5

It was absolutely heartbreaking to see Cheol find the comic books and realize his entire life is there. He sits there and reads his life story from the beginning (this was also a neat way to give us some more background on Cheol's life and some details on the prosecutor). He has to relive everything. After he is just defeated. When the bookstore employee tells him that the series has been a best seller for 5 years, all he can do is laugh. The pain of his existence is nothing more than entertainment to millions.

He goes to Yeon Joo, and even through his turmoil is able to smile and flirt with her. I like that he’s able to say that he regrets pushing her for the answers. He never expected anything like his. He’s grateful to her – her consideration and her protection. He genuinely thanks her.

Their roles are reversed - she wants him to stay with her because he has no money, house or id. He’s incredibly touched. He kisses her, and this the first real kiss they share. She is still his key, and now his only light.

Cheol, of course, cannot stay put. He goes to see Sung Moo. Going through his house incredibly only causes more trauma for him. He sees the planning boards, the character models, the sketches. He finds out that Yeon Joo is Sung Moo’s daughter and while he is hurt by this, he is not angry with her all.

In betweeen this we get the fight in the operating room between Yeon Joo and the Professor, which makes me laugh. It’s a bit of lightness in a heavy episode. Yeon Joo, the shipper vis the Professor, the anti. As someone who has shipped multiple couples since childhood, and has had some anti ships, this highly amused me as it felt very familiar.

The confrontation between Cheol and Sung Moo amazing. I forgot that Cheol had actually dragged Sung Moo in first. Even though Cheol is a living breathing person in that world, he stabs chooses to stab Cheol. Cheol manages to stab him but is not injured. It makes even more sense why how Cheol knew he could shoot Yoon Joo without her getting hurt.

The flashback shows a young Yeon Joo, drawing to escape her parents argument and we see what looks like an early version of Cheol

Cheol lays it all out for Sung Moo – he’s rightfully furious. Sung Moo is a miserable man, terrible husband, father and an alcoholic (I think his drinking only got worse through years).

Now Cheol says Sung Moo made Cheol the opposite of himself, but that's only really true post the attempted suicide. Up to that point his life was even more miserable than Sung Moo's. As for the suicide plot, Cheol points out the misery porn comic was the only thing Sung Moo felt he had control over. Sung Moo may not be able to commit suicide but he could make Choel do it. It’s interestingthat Cheol didn’t realize that it was not Sung Moo who saved him; Cheol saved hinmself.

I have some sympathy for Sung Moo here. Drawings changing on their own making him think he as crazy, his friends laughing at him and dismissing him, he’s an alcoholic. He does want to endure for Yeon Joo. The money he makes he wants for Yeon Joo (though he stole her character).

Cheol has the gun pointed on Sung Moo but he is unconcerned. He's deliberately cruel to Cheol. He taunts Cheol to shoot him because he, confident that his character set up is absolute and Cheol won’t deviate. It is not in his character to shoot an old man. Yeon Joo, who has been listening this entire time, KNOWS that Cheol would shoot if provoked enough.

Cheol is willing to go back to the original planned ending but it Sung Moo says it won’t work because Cheol has to understand to accept it (part of his character set up). Again, Cheol is perfectly happy going back as long as he knows who murdered his family.

The final blow is when Sung Moo reveals that there was not culprit - it was just a setup. He didn’t ever plan to let Cheol find out who it was so he didn’t need to know the identity of the killer nor did he care. I do call BS on his explanation. The hero is made when the crime isn’t solved? Ummm what?? If you are a good enough writer, the story doesn’t have to end with finding the culprit. Even disregarding that – most stories DO come to an end and finding the culprit would be a natural ending. God, how unsatisfying as a reader to have a beloved main character just get killed off for no good reason, ending the story without resolving any of the ongoing plot lines.

For Cheol, his family was real. His trauma was real. His pain and endless suffering was real because he lived it. It was not just something that Sung Moo drew.

Cheol is able to show mercy and simply asks Sung Moo to find another way. But Sung Moo can’t leave it alone. He taunts Cheol again. Cheol is HIS creation and his character set up means he won't shoot. This is what finally breaks Cheol and he shoots Sung Moo.

Sung Moo was so arrogant that he forgot the reason they became entangled is because Cheol refused to die. He’s been deviating from his determination for years.

Still have zero issues with Cheol shooting him here. He's in a highly traumatized stated and Sung Moo has tried to kill him multiple times. If I'm remembering right, even Yeon Joo didn't have much of problem with it.

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A Study in Sonder

a short story by livy taillon

please give me feedback and stuff id love to hear (read?) it

small warning for the tiniest mention of blood

ok here it is

Hal Avalos loves people-watching. He relishes going on drives around his city of Philadelphia, observing the intricacies of city life like he’s done for the past 48 years—ever since he could drive. He prefers to walk, but at his age, he is limited, which is a shame. It’s easier to hear conversations and see the details of a face while walking.

Hal finds something interesting in nearly every interaction he watches, which separates him from other people. Just last Saturday on a brunch outing with his friends from Bingo club, he shared a story that made his eyes well up with tears:

He was driving to the park when he stopped at an intersection. He saw a woman walking across the street accidentally drop her wallet, only noticing this once she was on the other side. A car stopped just before running it over and the driver got out, grabbed the wallet, and handed it to the woman. As the car drove away, the woman smiled and waved with genuine gratitude.

After he was finished telling his story, however, his friends sat in silence and stared at him. Jerry, a large man in his early 70s, gave a loud cough.

“So, what is everyone getting to eat? I can’t decide between the sausage and the hashbrowns myself,” said Jerry. Hal was confused at first. Why was no one acknowledging his story? Why were they all staring like he was some demented nutcase? The conversation started up again, and Hal realized they truly thought he was crazy. They thought the events he’d witnessed were ordinary and mundane. He thought this was incredibly dismissive and shallow of them. He also felt a small pang of pity for them that they can’t see others in the way he does; they ignore the interesting people and things all around them. Most people, Hal discovered, have never experienced sonder. Sonder is the realization that everyone, including strangers passing in the street, have lives as complex and intricate as one’s own. Hal himself never realized this; he’s always known it. He was born with intense fascination that extended all the way to passersby.

An extension of his people-watching, Hal enjoys filming people. He films interactions between lovers, friends, families, strangers, and even enemies. Occasionally, when he doesn’t feel like going out to people-watch, he watches his films instead. When he considers a film too good not to share, he creates a new Youtube account with a name that isn’t his and posts the video. He does this because he knows the conventional wisdom says filming strangers without their knowledge is weird and creepy, but documenting one wholesome moment isn’t. A few of his videos have gone viral, but on account of his commitment to staying anonymous, Hal never benefits from it. Despite the lack of profit he gains from it, Hal considers his photography and filmography a very fine art. He considers himself similar to a wildlife photographer filming and documenting animals’ daily lives. Wildlife photographers, however, never interact with their subjects. Whether it is to hurt or help them, those people only watch.

Hal has a different philosophy.

Anna Keens, a 32-year-old woman from Center City, appears in three different videos across the internet. In one of them, posted by William Myers (an account with no other posts and no profile picture) on Facebook, she is seen having a heated dispute with Dante Fox, her ex-boyfriend. In the video, he threatens her and reveals a handgun on his hip. The video ends before Anna’s reaction to this, which worries everyone who sees it. In fact, everyone is too worried about what happens next to wonder about the person behind the camera.

The video of Anna Keens was posted three days after she was reported missing by her sister. During those three days, Anna’s disappearance was beginning to gain traction on social media. The masses were suspicious of Dante Fox, and after the video was posted, they believed their suspicions were right. The police further confirmed speculations when they gained a warrant to search Fox’s apartment. There, they found three of Anna’s teeth, Anna’s blood on a shirt and pair of sneakers, a handgun (the one seen in the video), and a clump of Anna’s red hair along with a bit of scalp in Fox’s trash.

“Dante Fox is a sick man who kept trophies of his heinous crime,” said the chief of police to the press.

Fox pleaded not guilty to first-degree murder. He received a life sentence with no possibility of parole.

Hal sighed in relief when he read the news. Normally, people like Anna went overlooked, but Hal supposed Anna was slightly different from the rest of them. She was young, pretty, and had her whole life ahead of her; which made her murder more enraging. Hal doesn’t really see things this way. To him, all of them are equal.

Hal has filmed many others. Sometimes, their faces show up on the Missing In Philly Facebook group he’s a member of. Others show up on the news, on telephone poles, or even (twice) on billboards. But all of them star in videos of Hal’s—some private, many public. Nobody ever considers it strange how many missing and murdered people can be seen on the internet, made famous by accounts that aren’t their own. To Hal, this shows the general public’s thoughtlessness and lack of critical thinking, but he is glad for their disregard. After all, Hal doesn’t want to be caught. He wants people to keep thinking he’s just an old man in retirement, sitting peacefully on a park bench in Philly, listening to the children playing, watching the birds, and engaging in a little harmless people-watching.

ok so that was my story. hoped you liked it and please leave a comment or something! i may or may not continue sharing my writing here depending on how this does

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This is my introduction post- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I do not care if you don't find vore sexual or enjoy it in a sexual way- It IS a sex thing for me sometimes, and I am an adult. Though i won't be posting about any explicit sexual acts, vore is a fetish regardless of anyone's personal intent.

Ok now that that's out of the way- Hellooo this is my vore side blog! Some info about me:

You can call me Thyme

I am an adult (26yrs)

He/him (non-binary)

Bi ace

I go crazy for the salm.onids in Spla.toon. they are THE best preds

I also love Dung/eon Mes/hi

I will talk about fandom vore stuff without engaging in the main tags for it. I know Spla.toon is a kids game and I don't want kids to be exposed to vore content ever. Don't share the stuff on this blog to minors either.

More info about myself under the read more:

STUFF I'M INTO

DISCLAIMER THAT I HAVE ANOTHER SIDE BLOG FOR MY NON-VORE KINK STUFF! i've got friends following that one and this one will only be for like 2 people i trust with The Forbidden Knowledge of My Desire To Be Swallowed Whole

90% always prey (in vampire scenarios tho im a vampire pred)

Soft vore

Digestion (painless + reformation (so like Splatoon respawning lol))

CONSENSUAL/WILLING VORE ONLY! If it's painful or they're begging to get out I genuinely hate that. The only time I might accept it is if they've agreed to the arrangement prior and the prey is caught off guard or the prey's struggling is just roleplay/pretend

Furry vore (no feral content. Everything passes the harkness test AT LEAST. If a character doesn't talk/sign I assume that they're intelligent but just not in the mood for conversation.)

Soft bodied preds/preds with boobs and belly (I don't like muscle at all, also twinkish preds are ehhh to me.)

Some more info on what I'm into using graphics bc I'm lazy. (sorry for no ID!! It's a lot. If you want me to describe it then just send an ask my way)

Guide for the first one:

Green = stuff I REALLY like.

Yellow circle = stuff I like on occasion, or it's situational

Yellow strike = something I don't like personally but usually don't see a problem with for other people

Red = stuff that I don't like at all OR makes me uncomfortable and I would rather not interact with the content or see it altogether.

I think that's about it! I will be reblogging the vore stuff described above BUT if you're uncomfortable with me reblogging your stuff then let me know! I will delete it and never interact again.