#something different!! i don't mind writing another starter

[rogue-durin-16]

GOLDEN LOCKS, BLOODIED HANDS

Summary: Veronica hates hospitals, but that blonde nurse taking night shifts makes a great muse for her US Nurse Corps' article. Or a great muse, period.

Pairing: Veronica Valero x Dolores Holbrook

Warnings: language, mild blood and gore

A/N: silly little drabble I came up with last night for y'all to start getting glimpses of their personalities and dynamics. Enjoy<3

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Late October, 1943

Veronica hated hospitals. Not because of the stench or the blood or the gore; she hated the place per se. Sterile, echoey, impersonal and now crowded even in the late hours of the night.

Specially in the late hours of the night.

Moribund soldiers whimpered and groaned in every corner of The Churchill Hospital, making it impossible for anyone to sleep.

Ronnie didn't mind that part; if she had wanted to sleep, she would've stayed in Winnie's house—now hers too, she supposed, after three years living there—, in Birmingham. But she chased untold stories, and so she grabbed her camera and her notebook, and took that damn train in the late afternoon to spend yet another sleepless night in the American-commanded hospital.

It was the fifth in a row. Bribing the officers in charge only got her so far, but when the women serving in the US Nurse Corps found out Ronnie was there to write about them—not the officers, not the States, not the Allied forces; them—, they advocated for Veronica to stay.

She had reached an agreement. A week-long permit to observe, interview and photograph the nurses. The had given her a timeslot belonging to the graveyard shift—hoping she would turn it down, Veronica figured—, but Ronnie hadn't complained then, and she surely wouldn't complain now.

The curly haired woman knew half of her article wouldn't make it to the Oxford Mail. Even under a male pen name, her work never fully got through. In order not the get her photographs immediately scratched out of the draft, she'd learn to prioritize beauty over truth.

Lucky Ronnie, on her second night over, she had found the perfect muse for the photograph she'd send. Beauty and truth merged together in a white uniform, adorned with golden locks and bloodied hands.

Dolores Holbrook had introduced herself to Veronica as 'Dottie', even though the Spaniard had used her full name. Veronica hadn't asked why, which the blonde was grateful for. In a matter less than an hour, Dottie had shortened the brunette's first name to a warm 'Ronnie', like they had been friends since childhood.

By the fourth night together, Veronica had learned a lot. Not so much about the Nurse Corps, but about the girl who was now the main subject of her photographs. This article was something Ronnie could've gotten done in two days maximum, but was there any harm in prolonging her time at the Churchill Hospital to get to know Dottie better?

"And is this much different from Chicago?" Ronnie asked absentmindedly, giving the blonde a kick-starter so she could focus on structuring the nurses' answers to her questions.

"Oh, y'know, it's England," she began, her tone soft so she wouldn't disturb her patient; Ronnie looked up from her notebook just in time to see Dottie pull a face. "It's... Y'know."

"Gray and miserable?"

"Yes, thank you." Dottie breathed out, reaching for a pearl white cloth that would soon be stained with pus and blood. "And the Brits—" she huffed, manhandling a man twice her size to turn him around. "I miss the States. And the weather there. And my brother. He's a paratrooper, y'know? Shipped to England too but—" another huff, another rag. "I never see him, which is fucked. We're in the same country, it's not like I'm in America and he's— whatever, it's fucked."

"It is a bit fucked." Ronnie agreed, setting the notebook and fountain pen on a stool beside her. "I don't think I'd miss on the chance of seeing you."

Dottie hummed, said something about Veronica being sweet, and zeroed in on her task.

Ronnie was far from sweet. Yes, she could sugarcoat her words with a honeyed tone and fluttering lashes if she wanted something, but she was not sweet. Dottie thought she was, and she was too stubborn for Ronnie to convince her otherwise.

"Can you hand me that gauze?"

Veronica complied with the request, her fingers purposefully brushing Dottie's bloodied ones with the ghost of an endeared smile, and turned heel to walk back to the corner she had claimed as hers.

"I'm going to take some pictures, alright?" She announced distractedly, setting the parameters of her camera to fit the low lights of the room.

"Can I ask you something?" Dottie started, rubbing her palms against her white apron. Ronnie nodded, stepping closer, and so she asked, "You need these many photographs?"

Veronica pretended to muse the inquiry for an instant, rising the camera up to her face. "Honestly? No." Through the lens, she saw Dottie break an open smile, one of her golden curls framing her cheek.

Snap!

"Then why are you taking them?"

"Because you're pretty," Ronnie stated, rolling the film forward to take another photo. "The public likes to see pretty things."

Snap!

"You're sweet."

Ronnie breathed out a laugh. "No, I'm not."

She was just playing nice, because that's what she did when she wanted something and knew she wouldn't get it by going head on.

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[aerkame]

Which version of Sun Wukong do you like the most? (Both in character and design)

Which one would be your final choice?

You can't just ask me to pick one like that. 😭 There are so many versions of Sun Wukong throughout history from different media.

My favorite version of Sun Wukong is the one from New Gods: Nezha Reborn. I can't even begin to express just how much I love his character overall once I began to take notes for writing him (I'm still taking notes, there are many details). Both his design and character were well thought out for the movie and it's such a shame that he didn't get his own movie or have more screen time.

PERSONALITY

I know Nezha Reborn Monkey King probably isn't everyone's favorite, but what won me over was the amount of details to his personality, missed easter eggs, and his overall design that both matches the world he's in and also makes him stick out. For starters, Monkey King in this version is quite scary in my opinion despite his silly old man act. I really do believe he is a silly guy who is just minding his business and having fun. Sometimes in the movie, he truly does act like a monkey (makes you wonder how no one figured him out yet, he even has a giant metal sculpture of himself with his motorcycle collection), swinging from chains, climbing around, making small noises at times, having too much energy to the point of not being able to hold still for a single minute... but he's an assassin, a hitman. Monkey King being easily hired by Ao Guang as a hitman in the past plenty of times is scary enough. On top of that, his behavior is pretty cutthroat as well.

Sure, he's a silly old man, but it's hard to ignore how he acts sometimes. Especially when he not only ate another yaoguai, but he offered a piece of the dead assassin to the very guy who hired that yaoguai to kill Nezha's reincarnation (Ao Guang). This Monkey King is also more than an expert at acting. I think he even has a portion of the fandom tricked. There are only a few times in the movie where he acts like his true self and it's mostly around Nezha's reincarnation (Ever notice that he knew ALL of the names of the previous ones?)

He goes from silly guy to the biggest threat in the room real quick. This Monkey King is a very morally grey one. He's done plenty of bad things and plenty of good from the context given in the movie. It all depends on his motives if he has any. Who knows, he did say he's just tired.

DESIGN

Nezha Reborn Monkey King's overall design is just as thought out as his character too. If you look at the main cast or any character really, you'll notice that their clothes usually don't have any bright colors or anything that would have too much saturation to it. It's mostly all dull colors. Wukong however, has a bright pink suit and pants. Even the clothes he wears in his home are bright and colorful. This goes hand in hand with his personality. He's shown to have some greed in him when Ao Guang offered a larger payment for Li's assassination.

Monkey King is still a monkey, and he likes shiny valuables and that can be seen in his greed and the gold jewelry he wears (which has human skulls on it by the way-). He also has a huge amount of confidence and wearing bolder colors is definitely something he would do to show it. He does what he likes and wears what he wants.

The choice of colors and clothes not only matches his personality but they also serve a purpose in this movie's setting. Donghai not only has a water problem but it also has a poverty problem. We're shown around the beginning of the movie a background character who got a new dress that was a more muted plum purple. From the context of the two characters talking, having a dress like that is a statement of the person's wealth. So in conclusion, Monkey King is pretty loaded. I would like to argue though it's not just from taking expensive hits from Ao Guang, but also from the place he owns. In the beginning of the movie he introduces himself to Li after a race and says he owns the place (likely the whole area including the track since I could not find evidence anyone ever visits the place outside of races). That entire place looks like a water factory, which means he's likely making money from that too since water had become more expensive than currency.

The entire inside of the place he lives would earn another couple of paragraphs too, but it follows just about the same things I've said. Another detail I like, that might have been missed is that he fits the slang "Wrench monkey" pretty well. Just some food for thought.

I really could write a whole essay about him and several things I've noticed but I'm not sure if anyone would read this at all if I kept going. I might make a more in-depth essay sometime though or share my notes on him.

[raguiras]

Mionn's art & writing ship trade event

(Click the art for better quality!)

I'm hosting an art & writing event centered around ships & duos (multifandom)!

🖤 REBLOGS ARE SUPER APPRECIATED

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I've recently reached 200 followers on this blog, 900 on my meme blog, and 100 on Instagram!! Honestly, I don't even know what to say... I feel so damn honored and am so grateful for the support!! 🖤🖤🙏

As a multi-milestone celebration as well as an event for the official Spade of Storms (Deuce x Allen) day, which is on the 27th of July, I decided to host a TRADE EVENT!!!

Basically, this event is going to be an open art/writing trade that's all about ships (or platonic duos).

The event starts on 7/23 (today) and lasts for rest of July as well as for the entirety of August. For every Allen x Deuce art/writing that I receive during this duration, you get one of your own ship from ANY FANDOM back!

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Why am I hosting this?

it's a way to thank everyone for three different follower milestones

a contest/DTIYS/raffle wouldn't promise that everyone gets something back, so I went for a trade event

the event allows me to post more about other canon TWST characters and draw them while not having to neglect Allen x Deuce

I wanna make new mutuals & friends, get to know more ships, and strengthen friendships with mutuals I already have!

Artfight is/was tons of fun, but I only do/did colored sketches there & ships are a tricky subject. Meanwhile, I'll do ANYTHING here!

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Basic information:

Make a drawing/writing/comic of Allen x Deuce. (Ideas can be found in this post's pink "starters for my ship" section.)

Post it on your blog, tag me in it, and refer to my event. (While posting is by far preferred — especially for bigger artworks and written stuff — you can also just DM it to me.)

In return, you'll receive a gift of the same type for your own ship from any fandom (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC)! I'll DM you about the ship, so make sure that your DMs are open.

For example: If you submit a sketch, you'll get a sketch back. If you submit a fully shaded drawing, I'II make a fully shaded drawing for you, too. If you add a background, I'll (do my best to) do the same. If you write a drabble... You know the drill!

ANYONE can join, whether you follow me or not! However, new followers through the event are super appreciated!

EVENT TIME: July 23th (today) - August 31st

Anything submitted before or after this event duration will not receive anything back (unless we explicitly do a trade), but be held in high regard nonetheless!

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Rules:

The portrayal of Allen x Deuce must be shippy/romantic.

Please keep angst at a minimum unless it has a happy ending. Comfort is allowed.

Please DO NOT add your own OC or another canon character to the submission. Including them in the background as a wingman or something is alright, though. Additionally, any kind of romantic implications between Deuce and another character/OC are NOT allowed.

Please no NSFW. Harmless implications and slight spice are okay, but keep in mind that these characters are both minors.

AUs are very much allowed! All the previous rules apply here, too, and I'm willing to give an overview of some AUs via DMs.

Please no genderbending.

Please DO NOT draw Allen or Deuce as a standalone character. This is a SHIP event for a reason.

Please don't change their appearances too much, especially when it comes to the color schemes & body types.

Giving them different outfits — especially event outfits — is absolutely cool (yes, you can draw Allen in a skirt if you wanna), and changing their hairstyles is okay as long as they still look like themselves.

This is NOT A DTIYS event, so please DO NOT redraw one of my Allen x Deuce arts. Please come up with something original.

If you have any more questions, please DM me!

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What CAN you submit?

drawings // comics // writings // animatics

For drawings, anything from a quick sketch to an extremely detailed drawing with a background is allowed! You'll get something of the same quality back. The same also goes for writings/fanfics.

Animatics will receive a drawing in return.

What CAN'T be submitted?

Gacha videos // edits // memes

-> You can theoretically submit all of these and I'd appreciate them, but I wouldn't be able to give you anything back.

Memes refer to funny pictures that simply have Allen & Deuce's faces in them. DRAWN memes/meme redraws count as DRAWINGS.

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Starters for Allen x Deuce

Got no clue what to draw/write about?

Check out the few already existing Allen x Deuce posts on this blog for proper lore and facts.

Check @spade-of-storms for fun facts, shorter rambles and additional info.

In any case, you can't go wrong with simple fluffy, romantic scenarios! Dates, kisses, cuddles, whatever!

For information about Allen himself, please check my pinned post.

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Q&A:

I want to join the event, but I don't have any ship (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC) you could draw/write about for me in return.

That's okay! In that case, I'll gladly draw/write about two separate characters or a platonic duo for you.

Can I do multiple submissions for this event?

Obviously, and every single one will be "revenged"!

Can I get something of another type/quality back? For example, can I get a fully shaded drawing for my sketch, or art for my drabble?

Unfortunately not, as I prefer to always give something of the same type back. There are only the following two exceptions that I AM willing to do:

you do a drabble/oneshot —> I do a sketch

you do any type of art —> I write a drabble/oneshot

Is there anything you refuse to draw/write about?

Deuce ships (other than Deuce x Allen). NSFW. Family x family. Minor x adult. Any ship considered to be problematic.

How do I tell you about the ship I want you to draw/write about for me?

I'll DM you after you post your event submissions.

Do you prefer to do OC x canon, canon x canon, or OC x OC?

I have a bias towards OC x canon and canon x canon ships. However, I'm willing to do any ship that's not problematic! In the case of OC x OC, I simply need you to provide information on two OCs instead of one only.

Will you do poly ships?

In order to keep things fair, no. But I could include the third party as a plush or chibi head.

I want to make Allen x Deuce content for you, but not receive anything in return.

That's also super appreciated anytime (and totally doesn't make me freak out /pos)! Simply share it as a gift and don't mention the event.

How long is it going to take you to finish your "revenge" on me?

It depends on the type of submission you make & what I'm giving you back. Some things can be done within a day while others may take much longer, but either way, you WILL get something of the SAME TYPE back & that's guaranteed.

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Personal notes:

My health isn't the best and I also have a job. Please be respectful and don't rush me nor get mad when I'm being slow.

Please do not start a discussion nor get mad at me if I refuse to draw/write about a ship I deem problematic & want you to pick another one instead. Preferably pick a ship that's by far NOT problematic from the beginning.

I'm unwilling to draw/write about any Deuce ships other than Deuce x Allen because I kin Deuce a ton and tend to feel uncomfortable with many of his ships, so please don't ask for any. I'm asking you to not start a discussion over this, either.

I won't post everything I make for the event on this blog. Sketches and writings will either be DMed to you or posted on one of my other blogs.

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That's it for now! If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to DM me.

And again, thank you so much for 200 followers!

♤ Happy trading! ♤

[edwardhartenjoyer]

I Can't Lose You

Ritsu Shinjo x Reader Fic

A/N: Ritsu is one of my favorites to write for and as soon as I got this idea I knew I had to write it for him. Warning for some angst.

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He was too late, he wasn't good enough, you were dying and he failed to save you.

Ritsu watched in silent horror as your body was slowly being covered by leaves and vines.

"Ritsu..?" You called out, reaching a shakey hand towards him before you stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. He rushed forward and caught you, craddling you close in his arms.

"I'm here MC. I have you, please stay with me. We can fix this." He pleaded, looking around to see if anyone else was around to help, but it was just the two of you.

"Ritsu.." you whined, flowers starting to sprout from the vines on your body.

"Please, MC, just hang on, I need to, I just need.." he trailed off, tears filling his eyes as he clutched you even closer. "Please don't die..."

You tried to say something to him, but nothing came out anymore. Wet tears fell onto your face from his as he sobbed.

"I love you...please...I'm sorry I never told you...please MC, come back to me.."

You slowly reached a vine and flower covered hand up to his face to brush your hand across his cheek gently, before it fell back down, now limp. As Ritsu watched, the light started to go out of your eyes.

"NO!" Ritsu yelled, suddenly sitting upright. He gasped and looked around in wild confusion. Where were you?! You weren't in his arms anymore!

As his heartbeat settled, he finally realised where he was. He was sitting upright in his bed, having snapped awake from a nightmare. His hands shook as he reached for his phone. He just needed to be sure, he needed to know.

He typed out a text to you, only to glance at the time. Oh, it was still very early morning. You wouldn't be awake anyway.

He set down his phone and put his head in his hands as he recalled the details of the dream vividly in his mind. He couldn't have that happen. He couldn't let you die. He also couldn't let you die without knowing how he felt about you.

He spent the rest of the morning drafting up contracts, unable to sleep anymore, too occupied with his work, and also too afraid he'd be haunted with images of you dying in his arms yet again.

By the time a more appropriate time to text you had rolled around, Ritsu was ready with exactly what he wanted to say to you. He sent you a text, asking you to meet him over lunch in your usual booth at the Diner.

He spent the rest of the morning going through in a daze, nervously waiting for the time he'd get to see you.

When he finally got to see you walk into the Diner, he felt such a sharp stab of relief. It was one thing to facelessly text you and get responses back, it was another to see you alive and well before him, not a flower or vine to be seen.

"Hey Ritsu!" You greeted, sliding into the seat across from him, unaware of all his internal turmoil and relief. "What did you want to discuss? It sounded pretty serious."

"I wanted to discuss a couple of different things. For starters, I think we need to work harder toward the goal of winning Sinostra the crown so we can break your curse. I feel as though my efforts thus far are inadequate, and I need to do better. That means I must also force the captain and vice captain to do better. I can't lose you." He confessed.

You went to speak, but he stopped you before you could, wanting to finish this before he lost his nerve, like he had already so many times before. "MC, you mean so much to mean. I realised recently that I need to tell you this in case the worst happens so that at least you know. I'm in love with you. If you do not feel the same then I drafted out a contract that I can sign to let you know that this will never be brought up again and we can remain strictly professional. I needed you to know this though and-"

You finally cut off his rambling with four words that made all other thoughts fall from his mind. "I love you too."

Ritsu got up and moved seats so he was sitting next to you. He gently took your hand in his and stared at your joined fingers. "My love, I promise I will do everything for you to make sure you don't fall to your curse." He promised, finally looking up at your face.

Later on, you'll ask Ritsu about this moment, about why he chose now to confess and why he was suddenly talking about your curse when normally it was just the unspoken elephant in ths room. He'll tell you everything about his nightmare and how it made him realise he couldn't wait another day to tell you because the next day could always be too late.

For now, you're just happy to have each other, to be alive and well, and most importantly, loved.

[epiphainie]

😱 i've seen "buck comes over randomly and finds tommy with another dude" a couple of times and i want SO MUCH MORE 🙏 underutilized knife to be twisted!

@teabroomsandbooks and anons. i don't know if this will ever be a completed fic but i loved starting it lol, thanks for making me write this one 🫶

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Tommy's place was an hour and twelve minutes away from the firehouse 118, across the city, out of the way. A seventy-two minute drive, before the morning traffic jammed the roads and slowed down time. As the clock on the Jeep's dash changed from 5:18 to 5:19, Buck knew he wasn't going to make it to the shift relief on time today.

It'd probably be a good idea to let Bobby know.

He didn't know how to say it, though. That he was parked at the end of Tommy's street, watching his door on the rearview mirror. That he'd been parked here since before the sodium lamps dotting the road had even come to life. It was still dark, dawnbreak still away, but at least he had that golden glow over his car, highlighting the creep creeping on his ex at this ungodly hour.

Buck just... couldn't sleep. His kitchen smelled like sourdough starter and his bed felt too empty and too cold even with all the pillows he'd stacked around him, and Tommy had bubbled him. Sure, it'd been weeks ago – the breakup longer than a month behind them now – but lying there on his chilly bed, wide-eyed, Buck just remembered the bubbles. Or couldn't forget about them. Something like that.

He just wanted to talk to Tommy. He just wanted to say something about Eddie leaving and Maddie being pregnant and Bobby being busy with the new Grant-Nash house. He just wanted to ask something. For a clarification of some sorts. Something between 'What did I do wrong?' and 'Why did you even start if you were always going to leave?'

You're the first person who left me when all I heard was that they desperately wanted to stay.

It didn't make sense.

Buck rubbed his eyelids. He looked at the rearview mirror again. Along with the sodium lamps, a single light in Tommy's house had flickered alive. It was the one between the living room and the entrance. The first night Buck had stayed over, Tommy had joked about it being easier on his old pair of eyes as they'd maneuvered around the otherwise dark house getting ready for work.

Tommy would leave in about twenty minutes. Maybe ten if he fancied coffee from that cafe three blocks over that he'd pretended was just okay. 

Mind made-up, Buck released a breath, and tore his keys from the ignition. If anything, he needed to dump all these useless Tommy facts he'd had somewhere and maybe that place could be Tommy's threshold.

He hunched in his walk to the door. He knocked, twice, and waited. Anything more felt too desperate and Buck was sick of feeling desperate.

The door opened to Tommy, his chest exposed, ass jean-clad, hair still mussed. His blue-gray eyes flashed with recognition and something else, and quickly dimmed back.

“Buck,” he said, stepping out to his porch, and pulling the door ajar behind him. His voice sounded low, deep, with that cadence that would fire up a whole different feeling in Buck just a couple of weeks ago. It'd also call him by another name. “What are you doing here?”

As it stood, it just made Buck run his palms on his thighs with nerves.

“I'm sorry,” he said, then cleared his throat. Sticking his hands in his pocket, he took a fortifying breath. “I know it's early, I just…” The breath left him. “Can we talk?”

Tommy stared at him. He didn't look particularly happy or upset about seeing Buck, but Buck could see the line of awkwardness in the way he was standing. His eyes flicked to the door and back and his mouth pinched. “Look, I'm not su–”

“Just talking,” Buck said. Okay, maybe a little desperate. “I'm not here to start a fight or anything, I just want to talk.”

Tommy shook his head. “Not now.”

“Tommy, please, I just need to–”

“Tommy!” interrupted, calling out from inside the house. It wasn't a deep voice, but it certainly belonged to a guy and it was wide-awake, sing-songy, in that playful way reserved for people who weren't just friends.

The door nudged behind Tommy. “Here you are.” Shock of black hair popped out. “So, question. Would you find me using your toothbrush absolutely gross or irresistibly erotic? Because I'm– Oh! Hey.”

He had a dimpled smile. Even with the question laced there dimming the shine of it in his eyes, it was a good smile. Tommy loved good smiles, dimpled ones, sunny ones.

Buck bit on his lip too hard, he tasted copper.

“Evan…”

His eyes slid to Tommy's, then to the hand reaching for him. Before Tommy's touch closed on his elbow, he took a back step down the stairs and turned around.

[unhinged-simp]

I’m a new follower haha, I am super happy that you are taking requests! I love the students from hotarubi so much!! I am also a hotarubian (at least according to the house sorting in the early game). Would you mind writing a soulmate AU for the hotarubi characters? Thanks a lot!!!

Soulmate AU with the Hotarubi boys.

I don't mind at all! This was my first time doing a soulmate au, so I hope it turned out good. I was also sorted into Hotarubi, and I love all of them(though Subaru's my favorite). I didn't really change anything except for the soulmate part, so I did skip around a bit.

Each boy has a different soulmate prompt for variety. I’ll label the ones I used. I decided to use the prologue for Haku, since that's when we meet him.

Spoilers for the Hotarubi chapter

Subaru: Same markings

You had always wanted to find your soulmate. The same person that shares the mark you have on your skin. 

Despite your best efforts, you haven't found them yet.

Years passed on, and you just decided to give up.

In the end, you ended up forgetting about your soulmate. Perhaps you’d find them sooner rather than later.

You were on an assignment from Darkwick to inspect Hotarubi. And you were going to meet the Captain. 

He came in and knelt before you, and introduced himself. However you caught a glimpse at the mark on his hand, one that matched yours.

“It's you,” you said, confusing both Haru and Subaru. 

“What?” Subaru asked.

“The mark on your hand. It's the same as mine.” 

You showed him your hand. His eyes widened at the sight. 

“So you’re my soulmate.”

Haku: First word said to each other

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters.” Were the words written on your arm. 

You had often questioned them, like why were those the first words your soulmate said to you?

Then you got saved from an anomaly, and almost got thrown out of the train by the boy who saved you. Fortunately you were saved by another boy.

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters,” he said. You tried to say something, but the boy played his flute and you fell asleep.

When you woke up, the train was back to normal. 

“Sorry, but I’m still here,” the boy said, watching you from the seat beside you. 

“Huh? Aha-” You nearly fell to the ground due to your injured leg. 

“Whoops, looks like we injured a civilian.” 

“Wait a second,” you yell. The boy looks up.

“What is it?” He asks. 

“You're my soulmate,” you exclaim, showing him your arm. The boy looks down at his arm.

“Well, what do you know,” he mutters. 

Zenji: Red Strings

You had often stared at the red string wrapped around your pinky. 

You wondered what your soulmate was like, and how you would meet.

But something happened. One day, a year before you had come to Darkwick, your string turned black, and was cut.

You were heartbroken. Why did this happen? Did something happen to your soulmate?

Then after working on a mission, Haku took you and Subaru to the teahouse, and revealed the third ghoul in Hotarubi.

“Are you Zenji?” You asked the boy now in front of you. He seemed ecstatic that you could see him. 

“You can see me, my dear?” He asked. And when you nod, he grabs your hand in delight. 

Then the dead string that you had on your pinky reacted. It reached out to connect to the dead string on Zenji’s finger. 

“You’re-” you started, before you were interrupted by the happy crying of Zenji.

“My dear.”

[foryoureycsonly]

i'm back and ready for all of your dastardly little plots.

open to m/f, m/m, and will selectively consider some f/f. i tend to lean towards writing m roles (unless it's f/f, ofc). i don't want just mature scenes (can we even say sm*t on here anymore ??), but they could certainly be frequent. give me those deep plots with lots headcanons, musings, and plotting, with lots of drama and angst and, yes, sm*t.

general rules / things to keep in mind

only writing on discord.

long-term, world building, and headcanon happy partners highly preferred.

muns, muses, and fcs must be 21+! ocs only.

for mature scenes, i do not fade to black.

please like ooc chatter. continuing to discuss our muses and plot(s) helps keep me engaged!

sometimes i get pretty busy, so if you want multiple, quick replies every day, i'm not the fella for you.

absolutely no ua or 'cest stuff. not really feeling poly plots rn, but still willing to hear offers.

i would absolutely love to to write some of the following plots under the cut.

some plots may contain tw: age gap, pregnancy, cheating/infidelity

this post. open to some potential changes (ie. fcs, occupations, etc.) to plots.

plot one: would be interested in the teacher role, but it would need to be changed to college and that they met when the student was at least eighteen.

plot two: interested in the ceo role

plot three: interested in the employer / father role

plot five: interested in the younger man role

plot six (w/ different fcs): interested in the m role

something (generally) based on this starter

idk, i just think it could be fun. could also be mixed with another plot mentioned.

this post

plot three: this but college. interested in either role; leaning more towards prof.

plot five: interested in ceo role

this post

interested in either role, depending

!! this post !!

!! this, but went to high school together and now they're home for the summer from college, or went to high school together, graduated, and now still live in the same town !!

this post

interested in the role of the son / muse a

this post. elements to add to other plots, or jumping off points to flesh out a larger plot. feel free to mix and match, too.

honestly i could go on and on, so feel free to just look at my wanted plots tag (but ignore the poly ones rn). the ones on this post are currently my top wants.

if you like more than one plot, maybe we can see if we can combine them. i'm open to that as well.

if you got this far, feel free to add me on discord (allhearteyes) and let me know what plot(s) interest you !!

[firegirl888101]

Ok I'm so obsessed about insatiable madness, its such a good fucking au dawg.. anyways my ask is, IF the reader has like a really really best friend thats online instead of like irl, what would the yanderes do?

Example, me. I have a best friend of almost 3 years, we talk almost everyday even though our timezones r whack, and I'll actually kms if they die. I just wanna know what would happen if the reader has the same attachment to their not cannon best friend like how i do? I imagine the reader threatening to kick the bucket if the harbingers dare hurt their bestie

Thank you for the praise, I really appreciate it whenever people gush about something I write because it gives me a massive confidence boost ❤️

The reason why I didn't include any online friends was because I myself haven't had one of those since my Xbox 360 days - and let's just say that didn't end very well :( - I wouldn't be able to write it very accurately since my online friends are little to none.

Besides, if canonically Y/N had an online bestie, let's say on Discord, I think their mental state would be very different from how we see them now.

For starters, I'd like to think Y/N would be a lot smarter and less rasher with their decisions due to someone looking out for them. Kind of like the siblings ask, they'd be more careful with conversations and be able to have advice on what to do. With a second mind to help them, I can imagine interacting with the Harbingers would become easier for them.

I once read an article about these two online friends playing Fortnite and having a good time when all of a sudden one of them had a seizure. The other friend, from halfway across the world called the emergency services and saved their life! That article has always stayed in my memory, and one I'd like to give an example of in this situation.

As long as Y/N has their online friend's contact information or any way to contact them, their friend can call for help and get full information on the situation. This allows the friend to call the emergency services for them and convince Y/N that getting other people involved with their situation isn't something they should be fearful of.

What would the Harbingers do?

This idea could go one or two ways, either the police believe the friend and listen to all their warnings, planning a trap that could make the Harbinger's elemental powers worthless and working on their known weaknesses - giving Y/N freedom.

The other way is the police use the tip but don't believe the warnings the friend is giving them despite the evidence of the freezing police officers. They use the information and surround the house, Harbingers escape with Y/N forced to follow and BOOM back to square one. Whilst Y/N wouldn't be suspected of calling them because the Harbingers don't know what texting is, they would be much more guarded and make sure not even Y/N knows where their next hideout is. Without Y/N knowing where they are, they can kiss the advantage of having a friend far away goodbye.

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So, if Y/N and their friend was a dumbass and didn't think of this solution, and only talked, how would the harbingers react to their existence?

TLDR: You can kiss your internet privileges goodbye. And if they find out you have their phone number (despite them not even knowing what that is 💀) it's being deleted IN FRONT of them.

To make sure you did what you were told, they'll keep an eye on you and what you're doing on your phone. The second they're sure the situation is over, they'll refuse to talk about it.

By the way, even though Y/N will be more confident and less scared when a Harbinger gets confrontational with them, I don't think they'd threaten the Harbingers. If their conversation priviliges with their bestie were taken away, they'd sneakily try and find another way to contact them without the Harbingers knowing. I guess that's what a PC is for, right? ✨

[fictionsoul]

Hi! I enjoy your writings, you're great! Can I request a Kyuhyun friends to lovers drabble? I don't have anything specific in my mind i just thought it would be cute with your imagination <3

This is my first time writing a fic for another member that isn't Yesung. Tbh I was tempted to decline the request 😅 but then the idea came out and ended being something I can say isn't as bad as I thought at first 😅. Being said, I hope you enjoy this 🙇🏻‍♀️

A yes or no

Chef fem!reader x Kyuhyun

Synopsis: One sees it as a relationship from many years ago, while the other sees it as a simple friendship. Who is right?

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, friends-to-lovers plot, reader is a little oblivious, Lee Da Hee as a special guest, use of "Y/N", written with female pronouns and with a pinch of possible grammar mistakes.

w/c: 2.2k

MASTERLIST

A yes or no

It was the middle of winter, it was nighttime, and it was supposed to be cold.

The work in the restaurant threatened to break your back in half.

You were supposed to be a chef, a very capable one, a famous one specializing in creating desserts.

But for the moment, you could hide your title and stand behind the stoves while you prepared a sea bass with fine herbs.

The heat was suffocating and the hustle and bustle deafening.

The clanging of pots, the sounds of pans searing meat, and the constant clinking of cutlery drowned out any other sounds outside the kitchen.

You were in charge of everything, keeping order and delivering results. You were like an orchestra conductor waving his baton. But now there was no time and they were short-staffed.

You placed the fish on a cutting board and coated it with butter and aromatic herbs while you burned some cubes of butter in a frying pan.

Even though your career had taken a different turn, you never forgot the basic techniques. Your seafood teacher could be proud of you.

"Table eight wants carrot soup as a starter!" shouted one of the waiters who had just come in to take another order.

"Answer me!" you shouted to make yourself heard.

"Got it, coming right up!" shouted one of the newbies, and everyone laughed.

The work environment was worth it all. There was no shortage of jokes, comments meant solely to annoy, or stories shared in search of good advice.

Sometimes the stress was bearable thanks to the cooks.

"We have the boyfriend waiting out front," a waitress reported, placing a couple of slices of cake on her serving tray. "He's been there for ten minutes."

Exaggerated whistles and gasps were heard in the kitchen, followed by the laughter of those who knew you perfectly well.

"He's not my boyfriend," you pointed out, as was your routine. "I've known him since we were old enough to make mud pies but not old enough to avoid eating them."

"I said the same thing about my wife, and now we're expecting our second baby," said the assistant, who continued peeling vegetables as if that were his only job.

Everyone laughed again, and you could only give him a challenging look accompanied by an amused smile.

"That's not our situation," you added as you placed the fish in the oven to cook. "This is the sea bass they ordered. Someone else take care of it because I have things to attend to."

Your cooks gave you mischievous smiles as they made all kinds of teasing comments. "Does he get angry if you make him wait too long?" "Use protection." "Send your location so we know he took you straight home." These were some of the many phrases that came out of their mouths.

You ignored them all as you prepared to end your shift. You didn't want to keep your friend waiting outside, not when you had agreed to accompany him to the premiere of a musical he had been talking about for weeks.

The night wind made you shiver as soon as you stepped outside. You had completely forgotten that the warmth of the kitchen couldn't follow you everywhere.

Kyuhyun laughed when he saw your reaction and just as you turned to scold him, he threw a snowball at you that landed on your head.

The pieces of ice fell on your shoulders, wetting the thin fabric of your blouse.

"It's the first time I've worn it!" you complained, pouting.

Anyone who didn't know you could have sworn that you were dating the idol and that this was just a silly fight between a couple in love.

You bent down to grab a handful of snow and threw it at the balladeer, but the wind blew every snowflake back in your direction.

Kyuhyun laughed again, clearly mocking you.

It seemed impossible to him that you were the chef in charge of that establishment. You were naturally clumsy and childish; it was a miracle that you hadn't burned the kitchen down.

"Get in the car, we're running late thanks to someone who didn't leave work on time."

Despite his words, there were always those tender looks, those mischievous smiles and the sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle that could light up even the darkest of your days.

"Since you've already proven that you woke up clumsier than usual today, here," the singer reached into the back seat and handed you a white coat, "I brought it from your house."

It was those gestures that caused everyone to misinterpret your relationship, or perhaps it was those misunderstandings that encouraged him to be that way.

Kyuhyun lived to annoy you; embarrassing you was his mission in life. But he also had nice gestures that made up for the harm he caused.

Like when he picked you up from work or got you a coat so you wouldn't be cold, or when he opened the car door for you or made you walk on the inside of the sidewalk.

"Why did we postpone game night to come see a musical?" you asked, tapping your chin with your index finger.

"Because Lee Da Hee is the lead actress, and I promised her I'd be here. Plus, I like this writer's work," he told you as he looked for a place to park the car.

Suddenly, something in your chest hurt as if you had an annoying splinter rubbing against the inside, right at the level of your heart.

The uncomfortable feeling lingered longer than expected, forcing you to retreat into your thoughts so that they wouldn't wander to the memory of Lee Da Hee and Kyuhyun as panelists on multiple seasons of "Single's Inferno."

"I thought you wanted to change your routine," you sighed, stretching your arms to get rid of the muscle pain after spending so many hours cooking.

Kyuhyun detected something strange in your voice, a feeling he hadn't noticed in years, and judging by the discreet pout forming on your lips, he would say you were jealous.

The singer smiled with satisfaction and opened the door for you to help you out. You were on time, arriving several minutes early, enough to allow Kyuhyun to go and greet the actors and actresses.

The dressing rooms looked elegant. Everything neatly arranged, the costumes hanging on hooks with the actors' names and corresponding scenes written on their covers.

Amidst all the chaos of the staff, Lee Da Hee remained stoic while a girl touched up her makeup.

The actress captured your attention just by standing there; there was no need to move, let alone speak. She was the center of attention.

You were sure she was a professional, a mature woman who probably didn't smell like meat and spices after work.

Kyuhyun placed a hand on your lower back and guided you toward her to make the introductions. His warm touch gave you a little confidence, a dash of courage so you wouldn't feel small in front of her.

"Da Hee," he called to the actress.

As soon as she saw you, her eyes smiled and your stomach twisted inside.

"Kyuhyun, you brought your girlfriend."

"No," you replied quickly, alarmed.

"Yes," he replied at the same time.

"What!?" the three of you shouted, confused.

The play began, and neither Kyuhyun nor you were paying attention to the story.

All you could think about were the many times the singer had shown his affection for you.

All those moments when your coworkers had teased you about your relationship kept playing over and over in your mind.

How had Kyuhyun come to the conclusion that you had gone from being friends to lovers? You didn't know; you were completely unaware of the answer to that question.

It was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, the times he hugged you longer than usual, or how he said your name with excessive sweetness, put up with your silly teasing and laughed at your comments when they weren't that funny.

Your body was restless, you needed to talk to him, but a theater was the least appropriate place for it.

With your fingers fidgeting on your lap, you shifted in your seat for the umpteenth time.

"Kyuhyun, we need to talk," you whispered, tugging lightly on his coat to get his attention.

Your touch made him jump in his seat.

His heart began to beat as if it wanted to jump out of his chest, his fingers clung to the armrest of the seat, and the air caught in his throat.

The truth was that he couldn't concentrate, not when you denied the relationship you both had. To him, it was clear that you two were a couple.

"Let's talk after the play is over."

Your eyes stared at him as if you had seen a flying pig in the sky. He had never used that tone of voice with you before, never spoken to you so seriously. You had never felt him so... distant.

You crossed your arms, fixed your gaze ahead, and your mind wandered away as you thought of the countless insults and adjectives you could use to describe his behavior.

It wasn't your fault that you both lived in the midst of a misunderstanding.

Perhaps you had been oblivious of his emotions, just maybe too blind to notice that everything he did was intentional and not just because "that was his personality."

Once everyone gave the actors and actresses a standing ovation, your pulse quickened, knowing that the countdown to the awkward little chat with Kyuhyun had begun.

You weren't sure what you wanted to get out of it, maybe a confession, maybe looking like a fool for the third time that day. At that point, anything could happen.

People began making their way toward the theater exit, all commenting on how incredible the musical numbers had been and how well everyone had performed their roles. You had no idea what had happened during all that time.

Kyuhyun's hand took yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he carefully guided you so you wouldn't trip. Despite the annoyance and discomfort, there he was, taking care of you. Protecting you.

The winter cold made you shiver, perhaps the underlying nerves helped in the process, but despite the confusion of the moment, you decided to confront him.

"Kyuhyun, I wanted to―

"I like you," he confessed over your words.

As soon as the words left his lips, the tension he had felt inside the theater vanished. It was like being released from the stranglehold of an invisible hand.

"I really like you Y/N. Now tell me whatever it was you were going to say. I needed to let you know once and for all."

You blinked several times in confusion, the speech you had devised in the midst of spontaneity had vanished.

The confession had come like a bucket of cold water.

Anything you could say would fall short compared to the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" you finally demanded.

When things weren't going well, resorting to annoyance had always been your best option.

"I did it, I shouted it inside your kitchen and everyone laughed because you ignored me."

"Didn't it occur to you to insist?"

"Your cooks told you. They delivered the message and you didn't deny it."

"I didn't accept it either," you grumbled.

It was an endless battle, an argument that would never come to an end.

You couldn't tell him that all this time you had been believing that your colleagues' comments were unfounded mockery.

"And now? Are you going to continue ignoring my feelings?"

You swallowed hard, inhaled with difficulty and parted your lips waiting to give some coherent response, but no sound came out.

Kyuhyun smiled when he saw your reaction.

You just wanted to make a hole in the snow to hide in.

"Come on, chef, I need a quick answer."

"I like you too." The phrase disappeared into the air like a soft sigh.

It hadn't been audible to anyone, and you weren't even sure you had actually said it.

Your cheeks flushed and you closed your eyes as if that would lessen the impact of your words.

"I like you too," you admitted aloud.

The singer smiled and pinched your cheek harder than necessary.

"In case you thought it was a dream."

He laughed again and this time hugged you tightly, as if letting go would make you disappear from the face of the earth.

Smiling, you rested your cheek against his chest allowing the warmth of his body to envelop you. Letting the calm sound of his heart relax the pounding of yours.

You were where you had always been. You were with Kyuhyun, surrounded by his arms, his care, and his affection. As it should be. As it had been until now.

The balladeer rested his chin on top of your head, inhaled, and what he first noticed was the spicy scent of your hair.

A laugh bubbled up in his chest and escaped through his mouth.

"Poor man sitting next to you, you must have made him hungry."

"What are you talking about?"

The confusion in your voice was evident.

Finally, you interrupted the moment by putting some distance between the two of you, waiting for him to explain the origin of his comment.

"Your hair smells like food," he managed to say before laughing again.

Your eyes narrowed before you punched him on the arm.

He wouldn't change, no matter how much he confessed his love for you. You were sure he wouldn't stop teasing you.

A small reminder that requests are open, if you don't feel good sending messages in english, you cand send your request in spanish too (since I can work properly with that language).

If you only wanna fangirling or make any question my messages are open for you too

[coffee-ii]

Hey, I've got a trick for you that destroys writer's block. I'm not exaggerating when I say this works 100% of the time for me.

Couple things first. One thing about writer's block people don't understand: it's not real. I mean, it has a reality, like money or ideas, but you deal with illusions different from how you deal with real things. It's important to understand that there's a distinction between it and real world problems. We have this unfortunate idea that something is "all in your head," and the problem is that that makes it sound like something is wrong with you or "you're just imagining it," but the truth is the problem can have a powerful effect on you despite the fact that it is, in fact, all in your head, that you're just imagining it. Ideas have a power over us and we have to fight them, but we have to do it differently from the techniques we use to fight real things, like Lewey body disease or hunger.

Okay, I'm going to give you a metaphor. Let's say you have a lawn mower that's very hard to start. Maybe you have water in the fuel. And you're just sick of pulling on the pull cord. One thing you can do is take the cover off and modify the starter coil very slightly with a bolthead. That way you can take a cordless drill, find the right bit, and spin the motor with the drill instead of having to pull it with the cord. That's a lot easier. No matter what the problem is with the mower, if it's too cold or it's got water in it that needs to be blown through or whatever, everything is going to be a lot easier if you just use an electric starter and you have all the battery you need, because you can just keep cranking and cranking it until it start. Once it starts, it'll warm up and the bad fuel will work its way through and you're going to be fine, but it's really hard to get to that point by yanking the pull string. That's why we cheat by using an electric drill instead. (This is a real thing that people actually do. You can look it up on YouTube If you want, but I'm just using it as a metaphor here.)

Anyway, here's the actual physical activity that you indulge in to break through writer's block like The Incredible Hulk:

First, buy some cheap tools. I would go to the dollar store. Whatever you're doing, if you're painting or sculpting or whatever, buy some cheap tools. Since you're writing I would just get some of those pens that are 10 for a dollar, a $1 notebook, and that's all you need. The point is this stuff is essentially disposable. I write using documents in my phone, so what I do is just open a new document that is essentially disposable and I won't mind if I delete it. Maybe you're right on a laptop. Start a new document. Call it brainstorm document one or something. Don't go to a lot of trouble.

Sit down somewhere where you're not being disturbed. This doesn't work for me in public places because I get distracted, but if you write in coffee shops all the time that might work for you. It's up to you. Just do whatever you normally do. I tried rain noise for a while for writing but it doesn't do anything for me so I don't use it anymore. Put yourself in your normal conditions for writing because you're going to write.

Now. I don't know if you've ever tried mindfulness meditation, but one thing you learn very quickly is that it's almost impossible to stop yourself from thinking. You're constantly being distracted by things all the time. That's kind of what mindfulness meditation is: you think about one thing, like your breath, you concentrate on that, you get distracted and your mind wanders, you go back to thinking about your breath. You'll think oh, my mind wanders, I'm bad at this, but that's just another thought. It's okay. Go back to thinking about your breath.

What we're going to do is kind of like that, but we want the thoughts; we're going to harness those random thoughts. At this point you have to let go of the idea that you're trying to do good writing. The task is not to turn out quality prose. You're about to write some garbage, and in the end you'll look at it and think wow, this is garbage, but (and I can't stress this enough) THAT'S PART OF THE ASSIGNMENT. If you discover that what you've written is crap, congratulations, you did the thing you set out to do. You should feel good. You should feel proud of yourself.

So start writing. You're not trying to write a finished product, you're trying to write the thought that you're currently having. And yes, you are having a thought. Could be "well this is stupid and won't work". That's perfectly fine. Articulated poorly? Bad spelling? Bad penmanship? Doesn't matter. Just get it down. Get it out of your head on to the page. That will lead to another thought. This is very abstract and stream of consciousness, kind of like "this is stupid. Oh well ... at least I'm writing something. Yeah but it's crap that nobody will want to read. But at least I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing." Nobody wants to read that. But THAT'S OKAY. You're not writing in the sense of your usual writing, this is an exercise intended to defeat writer's block.

Literally just write down whatever comes into your head all the time. Do your best to write as fast as you can and keep up with your own thoughts. If you want to go back and change something, go ahead, but if you get an idea about making that change, stick it at the end and keep writing. ("Shouldn't have put in that bit about [thing]; that was completely extraneous.") It's not about creating a final product, it's about the process. When you lift weights, you don't need those weights to be higher up in the air, you just need to lift them over and over again, and that's what we're doing here. When you run, you aren't going somewhere, you're trying to make yourself more physically fit. You're trying to be a better runner. That's what we're doing, but for writing.

Anyway, just keep doing this. Do it for like an hour without stopping. I know that seems crazy, but go ahead. Write crap. Try to think about whatever you're trying to write about, but it's not essential and can be counterproductive. If you're stuck on what this one character would really do, maybe think about it and write about how you're stuck on what they would do. Then write about the character, whatever. Whatever your normal thought process is. You're literally writing down your thoughts here, not the final end stage product of what you're writing will look like. This is super important! It's a massive distinction.

At 1 hour, or some predetermined period of time, or whenever you just feel like stopping after you've gone for "a really long time," stop and take a break. Get a cup of tea or do a shot or whatever it is that you do. Fix yourself a glass of organic free-range water, whatever "a break" is for you.

Then sit back down with your cup of coffee or whatever it is and just read what you wrote. "Wow, this is garbage." Congratulations! You have fulfilled the assignment and written exactly what you were supposed to write! Good job.

Not just anybody can write, but you know what anybody can do? Anybody can criticize. Anybody can edit.

So comb through those turds looking for diamonds. Review everything you wrote and see if there are any sentences that grab your eye, any basic ideas about future work, any decision that you've made about something that you want to take on board. Go ahead and extract everything you can; don't worry if there's not much there. Edit, fix, move sentences around, correct grammar and punctuation if you want, like if it's worth it for whatever piece of prose you're looking at, copy stuff out of this brainstorming document and put it in a real document if that's what you want to do. Up to you.

Quick note: if you suddenly stop being blocked, and you decide to switch over to one of your real documents and keep writing there, that's perfectly fine. That's the whole point we're after here, after all.

Anyway, if you do that first hour or period of time or whatever and it worked, great; if it didn't work, just keep doing it. This is the power drill that's spinning the motor trying to get it started.

I have a theory as to how this works: some human beings, namely writers, literally just have exported some of their thought process onto the page. You think by writing, to some degree. That way, by writing, you will help your own thoughts move forward.

Anyway, this always works 100% of the time for me, although I haven't tried it with sketching or painting or whatever, only writing, because that's what I do. Even if you don't write anything for publication ever in your entire life, this is an incredibly rewarding process which I would recommend to anybody who is interested in being creative.

Good luck, and I hope it works out and you can get out of your writer's block this way. I can't guarantee this will work in 1 hour or even today, but it always works for me eventually. Just keep spinning that motor and it will start eventually.

Happy writing

thank you so much for this note and taking your time writing this. this actually motivated me to write almost a chapter today when I haven't written for over a year (my characters are weeping in thanks). if ever in the future I'm in desperate need of motivation I'm going to come back to this. happy writing to you, as well ₊˚✩彡

[brooklynislandgirl]

A quick and dirty RP policy guide!

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or re-categorize something that is in the wrong place!

My blog is _

Open to all - Semi-selective - Selective - Moderately Selective - Highly selective - Exclusive - Only going to RP with mutuals - Mostly going to RP with mutuals - Indie - Affiliated with a group - Spoiler free - Spoilers tagged - Spoilers mostly tagged - Not spoiler free {{I vague-blog spoilers when I do talk about current material but I've had too many experiences with being spoiled irl that I usually wait til my mutual brings the subject up}}

I will RP with __

Any fandom - Most fandoms - Only fandoms I know - Only people in my fandom - OCs - OCs with no fandom ties - OCs who are related to/know my character in their backstory - Only one version of any particular character - People who have the same muse as me - People who do not have a rules page - Multimuse blogs - People in RP groups - Indie RPers {{I will mostly give anyone a shot, though if you're a canon from a fandom I don't know, I might ask annoying questions to make sure I'm not ruining your fun with my ignorance.}}

When RPing, I like to use _

Paragraphs - Shorter forms of text - Action - Icons - Gifs - Gif icons - Formatted text - Whatever my partner is using - My own style regardless of my partner’s reply {{sometimes I have a specific gesture/expression and so will use icons and gifs, but never require the same be used in reply. I format small text, italics, bolding. Y'all can use whatever makes you happy but sometimes excessively formatted text makes it super-hard for my brain to follow.}}

I will ship with _

No one - Anyone - Chemistry - Select ship - OCs - Others of my own muse - Crossovers with characters from different fandoms - Only one version of a particular character - One person in my main verse - Multiship - One main/canon ship within my main verse

My blog WILL contain __ in it’s content

Fluff - Angst - Gore - Violence - Smut - Blood - Torture - Shipping - Death - Dark humor - Cheating - Assault

{{I write as the story unfolds, and sometimes that will contain subject matter that some people find triggering. I do my best to tag stuff, and I will listen if I am asked to tag something in particular. I am not always going to be perfect and as one adult to another, if you see content that you're not cool with, I understand an unfollow. We have to be comfortable and curate our own spaces and experiences. That being said, the only tag I appreciate is a tag regarding real life spiders.}}

I will follow __ back

Everyone - Only some people - Most people - Only people in my fandom - Every RP blog - Only people I actively wish to RP with - People who do not post a lot of OOC - People whose posts I am comfortable with on my dashboard

To RP with me, you should _

Follow back - Answer an open - Message me OOC - Message me IC - Make a starter - Answer my starter - Send in a meme - Like a starter call - Send an ask as a starter

{{Literally, even a message/dm saying "Turtle, let's fuck some shit up" is cool :) }}

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes - I expect reblog karma with memes - I expect my rules/about to be read - I read the rules/about before following/interacting - If you follow me, I would like nsfw tagged - I expect all smut to be beneath a read-more - I am a multiverse blog - I am multi-muse - I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged - I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved - I expect post length to be matched - I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them - I don’t expect post length to be matched, but I will try to match yours - I am patient when waiting for replies and expect the same courtesy {{You can dash commentary, message me here or on dis/cord, occasionally even comment on a post/thread if the mutual doesn't mind. But I hate hate hate when someone not in the thread reblogs stuff, and most of the time I will block without hesitation over non-rp for that kind of repeated thing. I also don't have but like 8 rules and I tried to make them funny.}} ~*~

Tagged By: the exquisite L @adaxrafaelbarba

Tagging: Anyone who feels like 3 critters of your choice in a trench-coat {bonus points if you say which 3 critters in the tags}

[666writingcafe]

Good evening. Please may I make a reservation for one. I'd like to order a Simeon starter from the 'create your own menu', with "I want you in the most sinful ways..." for the main. If available, I would like a gentle femdom MC as a side dish.

For dessert... I'll defer to your recommendation ☺️

(thank you for at least considering this. If you decide to write this and have questions about gentle femdom, don't hesitate to ask ☺️)

Your reservation has been accepted. Hopefully you enjoy your meal. ☺️

Order #6

"I want you in the most sinful ways." Simeon x GentleFemDom!MC

A Journal Entry From One Of Simeon's Private Journals

I want you in the most sinful ways.

You probably know that already, but I don't think you realize the full extent of that statement. Some of that is by design, since I've only revealed parts of the truth to you.

I want to control you. But I also want you to control me.

It's weird, isn't it? That an angel is willing to relinquish power to a human? We're told that humans are too stupid to make their own decisions and so we must be there to guide them in the "right" direction. They are the sheep, and we their shepherds. The demons feel that way too, although they'll express these sentiments much differently than us. But it's the same concept.

Once upon a time, I wondered what it was about you that drove the brothers into submission. Some of them made sense, since they're easily swayed by whoever has the most power, but someone like Lucifer? The man that has historically despised being under another's control, even if they are a kind master? He should have never changed his mind, and yet he has, at least when it comes to you.

No mere mortal has ever had full control over a demon.

Then again, you are no mere mortal. Between your natural abilities and your ancestry, you've become something not quite human. But you're not quite an angel or a demon, either. You are something entirely different, something 100% of your own making.

You are MC.

And I've learned to not question it and instead simply embrace it and allow you to do what you will with that power.

Even though you probably won't ever read this, consider this a request to direct some of that power onto me. Make me submit to you.

I want you to bring me down to my knees. Tell me where to touch you, and how. I want to please you; use that knowledge to your heart's content.

Even if it means tearing me apart.

Not literally, of course, but I'm sure you know that already. What I mean is something much more pleasurable.

I want you to use me as one of your personal toys. Bend and shape me however you'd like. Push me to my limits, and then go a bit farther. Make it so that the only thing on my mind is you. The way you look, sound, smell, feel...

Reduce me to a whimpering mess. I know you can do it; I've seen the residual effects of your work on people you've had your way with. They walk around in a mindless daze, still consumed by the world you created for them, and they have a difficult time focusing on anything else while they're in that headspace.

I want you to make me feel that way. Destroy me and put me back together again. Hold me, love me, fuck me. Tell me that I'm your good boy and that I'm doing so well for you.

Please, MC. I'm begging you. Let me submit to you.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr, @tenkobitch, @budbuddnbuddy

[microwave-core]

Listen, I hate to cringepost on main, but I really want to talk about the XY rivals because they have SO much potential and I love them and I will not rest until I spread my obsessive thoughts with others so I'm gonna talk about how I would change this stupid friend group.

Just to set a standard, I'm gonna write this with the female protag in mind because I always pick her but also so I don't have to constantly bounce between saying Calem (or Serena if you pick the male protag) because that would gonna get annoying real quick. So assume whenever I say Calem you could switch in Serena.

SO. Starting off, I think the core of the rivalship should be between the protag, Calem, and Shaunna, reminiscent of the BW rivals. Calem, in general, is fine. He's the rival who wants to become the champion and is the strongest in the group, other then the protag. Personally, I would probably change his team comp a bit to reflect this, but that would be for a separate post. I do think he could use a bit more pizazz, though, because as is he's a little bland. Also, give him his hat back. He looks so naked and cursed without it.

Then there's Shaunna, aka the original gay bitch. Shaunna doesn't care about becoming champion or fighting gym leaders, instead opting to get stronger at her own pace while focusing on the cute little side activities, and it's all good and fun for awhile, but she starts to get more insecure as things start getting real with Team Flare. She starts feeling like she's fallen far behind everyone else in terms of strength and like she can't really do anything to help in a dire situation, despite actually being helpful in her own way (getting the grunt blocking the entrance of the pokeball factory to move, bringing in a machine from Clemont to get further in Team Flare's base, etc). This isn't really any different from how she already is, but I think there could be a heavier emphasis on her feeling insecure about this, but also give her the change to gradually overcome that insecurity. Also, bring back contests, because she's clearly made for them and it could be, like, her main thing she gets really good at.

Then there's Trevor and Tierno, and I think they should be more like friends rather then rivals. Have them be assistants for Sycamore or something (since Trevor really cares about the pokedex and Tierno brings you your starter). Let them be rivals towards each other rather than rivals with the protag. Let them kiss, I don't fucking care. This is the gay friend group featuring Calem as the one straight friend, and it's perfect.

I really like the idea of Trevor, since he cares about completing the pokedex, which makes him a stand out from other rivals in the series. I'm pretty sure whenever you compare dexs in game he always loses, though, which I think is lame. Let him have a certain amount of pokemon he's caught instead and make it an actual comparison. You could do some fun stuff with him, too, like have him tell the player about rare pokemon in an area or strange evolution methods to help fill in their pokedex, since he has pokemon like that on his team (orange Florges which only has a 1% encounter rate in flowers and Goodra who needs to evolve in the rain).

Tierno is another example of why contests should be brought back, because he's, like, a performer. Again, let him be more of a friend then a rival, who's just here to hang out and have fun. Actually, I think he could be kind of like a foil to Shaunna, in that he cares about the cute little side actives while getting stronger at his own pace rather then collecting gym badges, but have him embrace that. Have him be the one to help Shaunna overcome her own insecurities, and then THEY can become contest rivals. And if the player did high ranking contests, they could face off against them. It would be cute damnit, let me have this.

[emberfcrged]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: Ray for veterans, did you go by something previously ? name &/or penname: nope, always just Ray age & gender ( if comfortable sharing ): 28, female what was your first dragon age muse: Does all of them count? Ha! I guess I would say Maverick though, but he was originally a BG3 muse that I converted over for the DA setting when I started this blog up again. do you have any other darp muses / blogs: Nope, this is my first. what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: My personal blog is @sambergcrs and tbh I am so inactive on that it's not even funny. It's my general musing & gif making blog because I've spent the last like 12 years or so doing rp groups. I only made my indie last year when BG3 came out and I was ITCHING to write in that universe!! So now I'm here, took a bit of a break over the last like 5 months because of a new job, but I'm back with my Dragon Age obsession reignited (even though I have not finished Veilguard...oops). thedas has two moons: I am unfortunately TERRIBLE at keeping track of lore so truly Bioware I feel you.

single line, para, or novella: Para/Novella. I don't mind what other people do but I am incapable of shortening replies half the time. SORRY. plotting or winging it: I am fine with both but I find I typically reply a lot faster and become more engaged in threads where we've plotted things out. Winging it with memes, starter calls and such are a great way to gauge chemistry and can serve super well as a jumping off point, though. fighting threads, you bold enough for them? They scare me truthfully but I could be down! My writing style is very...internalized as far as my characters go. I can dive into their psyches and write about why they do and feel the things they do and feel all day. So, admittedly I wouldn't say I'm super comfortable with them BUT I am more than willing to as long as we plot something out in detail & my partner is patient with me. what content warnings are on your blog?: Very few, just a general NSFW content may be present. I can always add more, but in general it's just possible smeggsual content and possible violence/gore. what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: I truly don't need anything tagged for my own purposes, but if that changes I will update my rules & let my writing partners know..

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyship. Wrote up a rule about this earlier this week! I am very versatile, happy to pair my muses up for multiple ships, but when it comes to canon characters I impose a limit. For example, I probably won't ship with more than one or two, say, Fenris' (FYI, I currently don't have any wink wink) because I find coming up with so many different dynamics between multiple portrayals a bit tiring, personally. Also, if my partners have rules I will typically follow them. But! Overall, I'm a ship fiend. Happy to discuss anything and everything. Also, would love more polyship opportunities. shipping boundaries: See above regarding canon characters, but I don't have too many hard boundaries right off the bat. Nothing generally inappropriate, obviously, or outright problematic. I'll always be open to ideas but will enforce my boundaries when they come up, and I hope others will feel comfortable to do the same.

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years( when inquisition dropped )-- damn I mean I graduated high school and college and then went into the working world, got married, moved a bunch, bought a house. It's certainly been a hard journey, especially the past few years or so in dealing with some of my husband's health struggled, but overall it's wild to see how much growth I've had and see how long these games have endured the test of time.

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now: I have never been a part of this community before, but I love it. I've had a great time & I can't wait to interact with more people!

challenge round! put a small top five things unrelated to dragon age ! - i have a 9 year old pitbull/corgi mix named dingo, and a 2 year old tuxedo cat named suki. i would do terrible things for them - i have a degree in television production but now i market forklifts for a living LMAO - hot rod is the greatest movie ever made - diet pepsi is superior to diet coke dont even @ me - go birds!!!!!

tagged by: @alitlantern & @onlyinthedas & i think more a while ago i am SORRY IM SLOW

tagging: you!! bc i cant keep up with who did this already and im shy!!

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Undead Unluck Theory

So I've been reading Undead Unluck since the beginning, but I haven't actually ever joined the fandom, (i.e., the contents of this blog may be Old News to everyone and/or everyone hates it and I just didn't realize...) but I was showing the anime to a friend and trying to explain my UU theory, so I googled and couldn't find anyone who had laid out something like this. If it already exists, apologies, but this is my version of what UU is all about.

Undead Unluck is a story about writing.

Spoilery things ahead!

The most important thing to know about Undead Unluck is that it's a story-within-a-story. An embedded narrative. Our characters are stock archetypes who are barely on the cusp of learning that they are in a story.

The main story outline stays the same as the author goes through various iterations and edits (aka Loops), testing out new ideas and often scrapping them. Characters evolve into different versions of themselves as the author edits. Our settings are varied as if the author were trying to fit all kinds of different genres into one story. AND THEY ARE!

Suggested listening, btw:

The Author, AKA God, adds variables to the story in the form of rules.

For example, a children's book about a goldfish has no need to mention that there is an entire galaxy of stars in the sky. The goldfish doesn't need to know. The readers don't care. It's irrelevant. That rule can be omitted from a story.

When the author changes the story, for instance, to make the story about a goldfish who goes into outer space, suddenly they need to add the concept of a galaxy, along with all the ancillary ideas (i.e., UFOs).

With their pencil eraser or backspace button, the author changes the reality for ALL of the characters in the work, so that the existence of outer space becomes a Known Thing in-universe. No biggie. It's always been that way, as far as they know. The instant the author changes something, it's done.

This Hand of God kind of author appears in other ways, like the way the Union members arrive via a crack in the sky. They literally fall from the sky like characters in the Barbie movie.

The crack in the sky is a wall-break, but it's not the fourth wall that's broken. It's the wall between the author and the characters!

Remember that cartoon where Daffy Duck argues with the animator's hand? Characters are just playthings for the author. They can be dressed up or imperiled just because.

When you begin to read UU from this perspective, some characters seem more sentient than others.

The characters are tired of being screwed over. They're tired of suffering. They're tired of being tested for no reason. Can't God just give them an easy life? Do all characters hate their authors this much?

Ragnarok is when the author effectively overturns the dollhouse and starts a new story with the same characters, settings, and themes, but adding the kind of slight variations that an author's idle mind might create. The basic "frame" of the dollhouse remains, but we can try out new scenarios like:

"What if X met Y in another time or place?"

"How would X be different if they'd grown up in a harsher or easier environment?"

"What if X was a villain?"

And so the author begins again, pitting their characters in new situations to observe and see how they react. Authors love that shit. Just look at all the ask blogs on tumblr!

Authors enjoy looking at their characters from new perspectives. Even the bad ones! Many times, an author has had a character (say...Victor) in their imagination for a long time, but the character evolves into a slightly different version of themselves (Andy). It's natural to want to keep both versions of this character. And since this is the author's dollhouse, they can do whatever they want, even if this confuses and disturbs Andy/Victor.

Victor and Juiz are, I think, God's starter OCs. Their story is one of seriousness, mystery, and a romance with unresolved tension. They want to be together; we want them to be together; but the author won't let them be happy because keeping that tension burning is what makes the story good. Of course they had a falling out! Of course they're eternally separated in a tragic and beautiful way. After all, they were the main characters for a long time.

You're probably saying, "This theory can't work because we've SEEN God! We've seen Luna!" My idea is that Luna and God are two aspects of the author.

God (Sun) as the author as a writer: Makes brutal changes, can delete everything, loves to start over and test the characters in different environments, never satisfied with the ending.

God wants to make things HARDER for the characters because they are trying to write an interesting shonen story.

God (Luna) as the author as a reader: Authors also like to sit back and read their own works. Sometimes they have a nice cup of tea with them. The tea signifies that Luna is acting as a reader.

Luna, as a reader, has gotten attached to the characters. They want them to succeed. They are trying to make things EASIER for the characters bc they're emotionally invested in the story. Luna also keeps the memories of past rough drafts in the form of artifacts that can be used to bring back discarded story elements.

I don't think either Sun nor Luna truly understand that our characters are capable of suffering, btw.

Luna and God are in a competition with themselves, just like the internal struggle of an author as they want to:

Create an interesting story that will be a success. To get the story "right" and fully explore all the possibilities

but also

2. Just have fun with the characters and help them reach the end of the story.

Killing God means finding a final end to the story so that the characters can have a stable existence. The characters can achieve this by resisting the author's attempts to rewrite.

So, that's the gist of my insanity. I have a bit more in the drafts if anyone is interested in hearing more. I would enjoy doing a read-through blog someday, but I thought I might test the waters with my theory first.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

*mic drop... for now*

Too much has happened and I don't like Tumblr. I don't like the feed with the regurgitated slurry of things I'm meant to think about for five seconds before moving on to the next one. I don't like being expected to perform my identity to a standard for some strangers, or pretending I'm devoted to people who basically just click "like" on the same things I do. This isn't a place to get traction for anything I've done that I'm proud of, I don't think there is such a place for what I've been doing.

Travelling Band 2 is up for my few supporters, and I may not be bothering to put it up on the site, or to continue maintaining the site. It's getting hit after suspicious hit from bots in foreign lands, and that's not what I want for my work.

The spousecritter and I are both trying to get trans healthcare, I also need regular healthcare, and we need our permanent residency or the near future is going to get even more hazardous. We're not getting the traction we need for any of that. I seem to have soaked the eye damage, though nobody gave me any indication that I had any hope for continued improvement after a year. All that hemming and hawing over how to illustrate if I can't focus is moot. I can function with eyedrops and a mild correction, for now - and now that I might draw again, I don't have anyplace I'd want to share art.

And, over the holidays, I learned my spouscritter wrote something that's getting a lot of traction and became part of a community or writers (NSFW, obviously) and hid that from me because I've been working so long and so hard on my thing and that's not fair. It's not, but I met my critter as part of a group of writers sharing a universe, I wanted to have that again, and when they had the energy to start writing again after a long, long time, they felt they couldn't share that with me. I don't care that it's a kinky playspace, it's also a shared universe with enthusiastic creatives and I'm on the outside looking in.

I dashed off another universe because that's what I do. I see people playing something, I offer something I can play too, and then they ignore me. That only worked once, at the dawn of the internet, with the group my spouse was in. I can probably write what they're writing, but I'm not down with imperialism and that community seems to think it owns the sand with which they are building their castle, so someone like me may be doomed from the start. (Spousecritter is much better at masking and going with the flow.)

Here is an introduction to mind-spiders, (if you want it, it's smut, mind the tags) I'm writing more, and it probably won't make any difference. Yes, that's him. And that's also him. They fell through a few levels of the Tower and changed a bit, but it's them. They get together in Soldier On, too, eventually, but I may never have a place where I feel comfortable sharing that with the general public. And it's also HIM. Canonically speaking, if we consider these levels of my Dark Tower, David climbed in a window and spun off a universe with more sex appeal. He may be right, but probably not.

I can't function on this internet of constant performance and branding. Legitimacy is a non-starter, now that all the publishers are coughing up their catalogues to AI developers and salivating at the chance for digital slavery. I can't make it there either. And, when you say stuff, any stuff, people just pitch out everything they don't want. That's just how "comprehension" works.

I'd rather form real relationships than try to get seen, and it's become evident I can't do both. Perception is the enemy.

The site is paid up until October of '26. The domain expires in October is this year. I'll see what I want to do when the date approaches. I probably don't want money, but Ko-Fi is the least irritating space I lay claim to at the moment. (Apart from AO3.) Everything will stay where it is for right now; my new hormones aren't being kind to my emotions, I'll give it some time. But I have a legitimate grievance, I'm just feeling and expressing it at a greater level of intensity.

I don't belong here.