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a new kind of romance, pt 7
part 6 | cuddles - - - -
đ | mistletoe magic
âOoh, look sheâs doing it again.â
âDoing what?â Kara asked, shrugging off her jacket to join Nia and Brainy at a hightop laden with empty glasses.
âMistletoe magic,â Nia sighed fondly.
âMistletoe what-?â Kara glanced at Brainy who looked flush with a smudge of Niaâs shade of red on his own lips, and then her eyes tracked to Kelly and Alex two tables away giggling under the glowing branch of green leaves that glistened with the telltale golden sparks of magic. Of Lenaâs magic. âOh.â
She found the culprit loitering on the far end of the bar nursing a drink, smiling, and looking totally and completely huggable, and Karaâs mood immediately brightened. Not that it was sour: it was Alâs holiday party after all.
Karaâs natural reaction to seeing Lena was to superspeed over and engulf her into a super-sized hug and hope the burst of surprise and laughter would land quiet and private into the crook of her neck.Â
She very nearly did exactly that except just as she was about to shift into sixth gear and race over Kara realized Lena wasnât alone. More specifically, she was bookended by two people: Sam and... Andrea.
Which was⌠fine. Kara loved Sam and all the support she had for Lena. But Andrea? Kara was trying to find warmth for Andrea.
âHow long has she been here?â Kara asked before the green-eyed monster could be swallowed down.
âWho?â Nia asked, distracted by a stuffed potato skin.
âNo one," Kara blinked, brushing away imaginary crumbs from the table, "nothing. Forget it-â
âI believe Kara is referring to either Ms. Rojas or Ms. Arias,â Brainy interrupted, being all correct and stuff. Kara shot him a dark look that went missed because he was still trying to rub off remnants of lipstick.
âOh, dunno,â Nia replied with a shrug. âI think they came together?â
âSam and Andrea?â Kara asked for confirmation even though she definitely didnât care.
âNo, Andrea and Lena.â
âOh. Sure. Right.â
Positively, absolutely, for sure wasnât bothered by that.
âWhy?â Kara asked nearly a minute later, interrupting a conversation she wasnât listening to.
Nia paused mid-sentence and glanced at a very distraught-looking Kara. âWhy what?â
âWhy did they come together?â
âWho?â
âI believe Kara is referring to Ms. Rojas and-â
âDid they have a work meeting?â Kara interrupted, eyes jumping back toward Andrea who was far too cozy and far too close to Lena which was⌠fine. It was. It really was.
Niaâs mouth opened to respond. Then it closed. Then her eyes narrowed. Then they lifted. Then a smirk the size of the Nile spread across her face. âWhy do you care?â
And Kara didnât like the Nile-sized smile. She didnât like it one bit. âNo reason.â
âI dunno. Brainy, does she look a bit jealous to you?â
âIâm not-â Kara tried to cut in - whined, practically.
âKara, you do look rather, as they say, âput-outâ.â
âDoes it have anything to do with Andrea subtly guiding Lena toward that mistletoe next to them-?â
âWhat? She isnât-â
âOr are you just jealous Lenaâs full attention is on her ex at all?â
Two things happened next: the first was that Kara fish-mouthed and blushed furiously because yea, obviously she was jealous. Who wouldnât be jealous of someone getting Lenaâs time. Not that Kara wanted to control her time or who she spent it with orâŚ
And then the second thing happened. And that second thing was like an Acme anvil falling on her Wile E. Coyote state of confusion: she registered Nia's actual words.
âHer ex? Whoâs ex? Samâs ex? You⌠you mean Sam and Andrea, right? Theyâre exes?âÂ
Right? she shouted in her brain and maybe out loud.
The look on Niaâs face did not support this thesis because the look on Niaâs face was like she was looking at an alien, which technically Kara was, but âidiomsâ.Â
âI don't know about Ms. Aria, but Ms. Rojas dated Lena for a number of years at boarding school,â Brainy confirmed and shattered Karaâs hopes and dreams and maybe her heart too just a little bit because at that exact moment Lena burst into laughter and Andrea looked so proud for being the source of said laughter and no, Karaâs eyes were not glowing red that would be preposterous but if they were itâs not like anyone would notice with all the colorful lights hung everywhere-
âHey you know your eyes are glowing, right?â Nia asked before sucking up a bright purple drink from a tiny blue straw and smiling like the dang cheshire cat.Â
Ok, so yea, maybe her eyes glowing red wasnât, like, the greatest.Â
âI need to get some food,â Kara mumbled, abandoning Brainy and Nia for the bar where Mâgann was telling off a drunk Haverack wobbling on of his stool and Jâonn was stepping up to intervene. Before his stony disposition could do its trick though, a tickle of gold flecks from overhead stalled the entire confrontation.
Kara wasnât going to pout. She wouldnât do that. She was a way calmer, cooler, collected-er kryptonian than that.Â
What Kara was going to do though was lean against the bar and stare longingly at Mâgann laughing when Jâonn pointed to the glowing mistletoe that had not-so-subtly appeared above them.
The Haverack fell off his stool again, but that wasnât what kept Karaâs attention.
âIâm sure Mâgann is willing to share, darling.â
It wasnât fair that Lena could make Kara jump and send her super calm, cool, collected demeanor catapulting out the nearest window with a little whisper. It also wasnât fair that Lena was so so pretty leaning in next to her while wearing nothing more than a simple pair of jeans and sweater. A sweater that was too long in the arms and bunched at Lenaâs wrists and made Kara want to pull her close and fly her home and wrap them both in a blanket for the rest of eternity.
Naturally Kara replied with a stammer and in a fit of indecision, she grabbed Lena's hand and also winked and then booped her head against Lena's shoulder.
Which was far from normal. It was because Lena was so pretty tonight.
But Lena was always pretty. She could make cardboard overalls look good. And sure, Kara had seen from a distance that she was just as jaw-dropping as ever, but seeing her up close? in Karaâs own space? where she could get lost in Lenaâs soft pretty skin? where she could feel the piercing meant-only-for-her gaze and get all sorts of weak-kneed and breathless? where she could take in the perfect shampoo-perfumey-Lena mix that couldnât be imitated because Kara, curious and missing Lena while she was off saving acquisitions and mergers once in Shanghai, had tried recreating the scent but failed?Â
âI thought you werenât going to make it. Duty calling and all that.â
âIâve got one ear on the city, and deadlines can wait one more night,â Kara explained, trying to ignore the distraction that was Lena. Always Lena.
"Don't let Cat hear you say that," Lena smirked.
âDid I miss anything?â
âJust the usual: Mâgannâs eggnog has half the bar dancing, though it looks like some hit it a bit too hard,â Lena said with a nod toward the passed-out Haverack, âand Nia is dragging Brainy under every green leaf in the place,â Lena chuckled. "Not sure whose going to tap out first."
âIt sounds like someone is to blame for that âmistletoe magicâ,â Kara replied, nudging Lena with her shoulder.
Lena hummed, her feigned ignorance betrayed by a revealing smirk.Â
âCare for some?â
âS-some?â Kara choked, ears ringing.
âMistletoe magic,â Lena explained slowly, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching with the elegance of a chandelier or an umbrella or hand-painted porcelain or-or⌠Kara didnât know. She wasnât thinking clearly.
Kara glanced across the bar toward Alex who was giving her a knowing stare and supportive smile that really looked more like a grimace mixed with nausea which meant only one thing: here it was, the chance. The chance Kara had spent minutes and hours and days pacing and hoping and yammering Alexâs ear off for.Â
She had gone through every stage of fretting and panicking and unintentionally tearing her couch cushions in half before Kellyâs calmer touch gave her the confidence to believe in her own feelings and maybe - maybe - even Lena's.
Because thatâs what Lena was implying now, right?
It was a frosting-covered finger. It was an intimately placed zipper. It was nonexistent personal boundaries that Kara wanted and wanted and wanted.
Now was the chance to put those feelings in motion. It was the perfect setting: holiday tunes were playing, lights were twinkling, the laughter and raucous of friends and family surrounded them. It couldnât be any better, which was why Kara took a readying breath, propped herself against the bar in a way she hoped looked confident, and offered what Alex would later call the most manic-looking smile sheâd ever seen.
âWell if itâs on the tableâŚâ Kara began bravely with a throat-clearing to steady herself, âuh, do I get to⌠er, you know,â she continued with the elegance of a newborn calf taking its first steps, âto pick?â
The wagging eyebrows probably didnât help her efforts because she was met with a small Lena scowl that made Kara swallow and mutter some incoherent set of sounds and extend her finger toward the sprinkle of mistletoe hanging around the bar like Lena didnât understand.
But then Lena said âohâ in this small sort of way that made Kara think that maybe Lena didnât understand. So she clarified:Â
âPut me in, coach!â Kara said, puffing up her chest with the kind of confidence reserved only for superheroes and poorly thought through actions.
And technically they were words. Maybe not the best words. Definitely not her best words. But together, it made a semi-coherent sentence that surely - definitely - made her intentions clear.
âPut you⌠in? I wasnât⌠I meant-â
âYou meant that since everyone else is⌠you know...â Kara said conspiratorially with a hand gesture that was meant to say everything else. âI donât wanna miss out on that holiday spirit, right?â
âI didnât, uh,â Lena began, a small cough and blush making her discomfort clear which made Kara want to hoover back those misguided intentions real fast and keep her dumb mouth shut.Â
Then Lenaâs scowl deepened to a version Kara wasnât familiar with and definitely couldnât identify which made Karaâs heart plummet. âRight, of course. Who did you-â
âI call dibs!â came an excited shout from behind Lena.Â
And yea, maybe Kara shouldâve been better at observing her surroundings because there was Sam.Â
Who was standing on the other side of Lena.Â
The whole time.
Not like it could be Karaâs fault though: Lena just had a way of making the rest of the world disappear.Â
âUh- '' Kara stammered because that technically - definitely - was not what she meant and having Sam sidekick her way through Karaâs âfeelingsâ reveal was not the chance she had pictured. But from the look of tempered frustration on Lenaâs face, maybe she should be thanking Sam.
âPucker up babes,â Sam said, dancing around Lena to split the two. âLena, you donât mind, right?â Sam asked, eyes bright and mischievous and far too excited for Karaâs waning courage.
âI donât really think Kara needs my permission,â Lena replied with a tone that sounded⌠mad? Was Lena mad?Â
âI meant the green leafy goods; get your magic hands moving, Luthor,â Sam said, jazz hands waving at her own sides.
âI-I'd only meant it for, uh, real couples-â
âOh,â Kara answered while a ton of metaphorical bricks squeezed her chest empty of air and hope and confidence.Â
Kara peered past Sam toward Lena who looked flush and annoyed and her jaw was clenched like a vice and, oh gosh, Kara had misread the whole situation.Â
Maybe it wasnât a frosting-covered finger or an intimately placed zipper or nonexistent personal boundaries that Kara wanted and wanted and wanted.
Maybe Kelly and Alex had talked her into a false sense of security. Maybe she had just barged in and ruined a perfectly good time. Had she just ruined a perfectly good friendship? Kara didnât have an answer so instead she stared at the floor which was peppered with fallen mistletoe leaves and dirty napkins and cobwebs and⌠was that a ring?
âOh relax, Lena. Whatâs the harm in a little-â
âSam, enough-â
âI was kidding,â Kara practically shouted as an uncomfortable hand fidgeted with a pair of absent glasses.Â
For having super hearing, Kara could only make out pin-drop silence, Samâs shocked âwhat?â and Lenaâs racing heartbeat.
âThere isnât, you know⌠I was just kidding. Can you imagine that? Supergirl kissing someone? Here? And-and besides, Lenaâs right - youâre right,â Kara rambled, looking at her best friend who was decidedly not looking at her, âreal couples only, and there isnât, you know, anyone here who⌠uhm, yea.â
And then she forced a laugh because she wanted all of it to end.
It sort of did after that:Â
Awkwardness ensued through silent sips and half-glances. Sam did her best to rope in the others, but Kara couldnât shake the discomfort.Â
Then Alex and Kelly offered their goodbyes - âbabysitters are expensive!â - with Kara getting a tighter hug than usual from Alex that didn't make anything feel better.
Sam followed moments later with a matching reason and what looked like an apologetic smile - âminus the babysitter part. Ruby would skin me alive if I hired a babysitter. She already thinks sheâs twenty.â
Nia, with Brainy in tow, made some excuse about needing to replace a lightbulb that no one believed because by then the color Niaâs lips had started the night with was now the color of Brainy's face, neck, and collar.
Which left Kara and Lena, and boy did Kara want to apologize for overstepping. Her fingers tapped on a bottle she didnât remember getting while mustering the courage and bravery she thought she remembered having. She almost found it again.
Almost.
Except thatâs the exact moment Kara realized it wasnât just her and Lena, because Andrea picked that exact moment to reappear.
âWhereâd everyone go?â
Lena said words and Kara nodded but didnât hear. What she did hear was Andreaâs suggestion that they call it a night. Then she heard Andrea propose she and Lena share a cab - âwe live two blocks apart, after allâ - and within seconds had both jackets at the ready.Â
Then Lena, who hadnât said another word to Kara all night, looked briefly conflicted toward Kara before nodding.
âGoodnight, Kara.â
And then it did end. It ended without the right words or a hug and definitely not a kiss. It ended before it even began with Kara standing alone under a branch of forgotten mistletoe.
- - - - - - part 8 | new years
#but when did that mistletoe appear?!?!#what is brevity#symptoms of writing#new romances#supercorp#supercorp ficlet#lena luthor#kara danvers
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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
loved beyond thinking.
#spilled ink#writeblr#personal#please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it#i really try not to write so specifically about it#bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child#i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years#i might delete this. feels big.#the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum#and if u say ur autistic#inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms#please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do#and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort.#but it still feels like...#when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing.#they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly?#and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find#the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go)#and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW."#''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.''#and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic#someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.
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Show Don't Tell - Symptoms vs. the Affliction
             Another way to think of show donât tell is to describe the symptoms rather than tell the affliction. You could say someone was close to faintingâor you could describe their symptoms and trust the readers to understand what they mean: the world swirled around her head, her ears beginning to hum lowly, then louder, increasing into a high-pitched ring. She took a deep breath, her stomach turning over itself. Etc.
             Symptoms can also mean the lump in your throat as a âsymptomâ of being sad enough to cry, or the warmth of your face as a âsymptomâ of embarrassment.
             That might sound a bit silly, but I find it really helpful when Iâm reading over mine or others work and looking for those places where showing would be better than telling. Have you described the symptoms, or just told the affliction?
             Hereâs a short list of âafflictionsâ and their associated âsymptomsâ to get you started (but make sure to explore how different characters express different afflictions, even in more odd or unusual ways!)
Any symptoms I missed?           Â
#writing#creative writing#writing community#screenwriting#writers#writing inspiration#books#filmmaking#writing advice#film#show don't tell#show don't tell advice#symptoms vs afflictions#show don't tell - symptoms vs the affliction#writing emotion#writing pain
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manmade monsters Sun/Moon au. bc i have no self control lol
i also mentally call it the 'why are there giant robot monsters in my shed' au lol
idk what else to say so uh. enjoy
#manmade monsters au#horror movie monsters au#fnaf au#bones of a rabbit#bones of a rabbit au#fnaf sun/moon x reader#fnaf sun/moon x y/n#fnaf dca#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf sun x y/n#grouchy reader i love u#also they r mentally ill thats part of why they don't trust authority#they know that no matter what their problem is the cops would write it off bc theyre 'crazy'#and that peeves them off#is this based off my experience with doctors saying every symptom ive ever had is bc of anxiety. perhaps#anyway im not dead! huzzah#srry lol
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limewire virus
#chai hi fi rush#hi fi rush chai#hi fi rush#my art#if anyone reads the tags i put under my art. you know this has been a thing ive been thinking for a While#i think if an ai program can take over chais body then a virus ABSOLUTELY can#love thinking about fantasy symptoms because i think the computer virus symptoms can produce effects that are equivalent to irl viruses#i think it would be funny if he got cryptojacked and his core's processing power gets used for nefarious purposes (lol) and that#raises his temps in other words fever#headaches likely... definitely fatigue#this bitch aint gonna be able to FOCUS#if i wanted to write a fic id probs flesh the symptoms out more
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thinking about how little compassion buck probably has for Buck 1.0 still to this day......thinking about how he still views that version of himself as just this fuck up instead of a young man with heaps & heaps of trauma who was given absolutely zero tools to deal with any of it......thinking about the disdain with which he said "you mean you don't want him to end up like ME" about chris in 7x01......
#sibyl speaks#he's like it's ok im EVOLVED now#but he does not understand how all the stuff he hated about himself back then#were symptoms of the shit he's still working through#he has still not forgiven himself for any of it#we KNOW buck's self-esteem still sucks and this is a big part of it.#he does not know how to love himself because he can't love that version of himself#IUGHOBEGHLBJHEHS#im actually distraught why did you guys make me think about this.......#I AM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING SMUT RIGHT NOW
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whump fic where whumpee is being held captive by whumper and continually tries to escape to find where caretaker is being held so they can get out of here together, but as the story progresses it becomes more clear that whumpee is a victim of stockholm syndrome/brainwashing by "caretaker" and is actually being rehabilitated by "whumper" after being rescued, not kidnapped
#whumpee thinks whumper is torturing them but in reality theyre trying to treat old wounds they dont even remember sustaining#fights against being drugged but actually they're experiencing withdrawal symptoms after whumper flushed out their system#whumper making threats that whumpee will never see caretaker again but its not a threat its supposed to be a calm reassurance#the slow slow burn of whumpee realizing just how fucked their situation is and having to face that reality#whump#whump community#whump scenario#whumpee#whumper#whump ideas#implied whump#whump writing#whump prompt#whumpblr#defiant whumpee#caretaker#bad caretaker#carewhumper
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me: finally accepting theres a good chance im autistic and starting to work up the courage to ask my parents to see if i could get a diagnoses but being scared to
my mom: do you ever think you have adhd? if you want to do a screening for add next time your at the doctors you can
me:
#for context im terrified of being the person who sees stuff online and diagnosis themselves and then is wrong#which is why it took me so long to accept im âprobablyâ autistic (bc now i have done research and stuff for it)#and id see adhd things that were relatable but i felt i related more to the autism + self diagnosing both felt weird (for me not in general#but now like. my mom is willing to accept i might have add??#(there was a long talk in between her asking if i ever thought i had it and her saying i could get a screening where we both agreed that#âif i did have itâ i didnt have the hyperactive part. hence the add vs adhd thing)#and now that kinda through off my plans because like. what if i do also had adhd. or something#so yeah small crisis woo#i need to actually look i to symptoms and stuff for adhd though#because im not saying anything til i know more about it and if i actually do have a lot of the things#but this also gives me a chance go write about the autism things as well bc i told my mom i would look into the adhd#so now i can hopefully find a way to bring that up#ive mentioned that autism is a spectrum recently which i didnt think she knew before#so progress i guess#wow long rant in the tags whoops#jasperâs posts#moots have some jaz lore i guess
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What would Thaumo and Nalis do if I just went up to them sniffed their head and said âew do you not take showers????â and proceed to stare at them with the most deadpan look
Thaumo would stare at you with that stunned confused look he sometimes gets for a minute. Heâd then try to pull off a pitiful/pathetic expression & insist that he tried⌠if it wasnât good enough maybe you should help him next time he is so obvious it is hurting me
Nalis would be more genuinely stunned and worried & immediately smell himself.
⢠if thereâs a strange smell but itâs not coming from him, Nalis would immediately lead you out of the room, then go back & look for the cause of it.
⢠if thereâs no strange smell heâll accept your teasing & try to tease you back later in the day.
⢠thereâs a small chance that Nalis got too caught up in his work & didnât go home to shower or sleep that night. If this is the case heâd be kinda embarrassed, mumble that something work related came up, and sulk off for the rest of the day. The following day heâd show up at your desk, freshly showered & carrying your favorite drink, and in a much better mood again.
#symptoms of deceit asks#whenever I write for Nalis I always have to include his different reactions in different scenarios#vs Thaumo is always so simple: if youâre there heâll be attention seeking and needy every time
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solution for intrusive thoughts
#[.art]#self#theyve especially bothersome lately (*last week/few days) alongside the 'people can read your mind' so i'm deciding to make fun of them*#and the 'youre hallucinating reality and are actually at a psychiatric hospital'. boo. that's the x character was in a coma all along trope#boring + mid writing + relies on shock value + dont care + didnt ask. I need to get treated for mild ocd symptoms someday#*it's not a problem /now/ btw. I need to specify this. I'm making a joke about it rn because it isn't being an issue at the moment#the only problem rn is that I keep picking at a scab and if I do it too often it will never heal over. rip
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the next time you find yourself researching a detail such as, say, how doors work in Hotel Valhalla, ask yourself: WWRRD? (What would Rick Riordan do?) The answer is, 9 times out of 10, he would not look it up and instead make up whatever rule/detail would be most convenient!
#freedom is allowing yourself to do the things white men get away with on the regular#riordanverse#believe it or not this is not rr hate I just think of him as my kind of annoying but funny white uncle#rick riordan#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#pjo#magnus chase#mcga#I should make a tag and it's just me liveblogging v^2au as I work on it lol#V²AU liveblog#there that's the tag#realistically it's half of my posts as of lately#trials of apollo#tbh toa has not been THAT much of an issue yet but I do know it's The Perpetrator of this. a symptom of writing 15-22 rrverse books lol
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stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!
wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end
#yeah im too sleepy to revise this. UNFILTERED posting wooahh#some may b shocked but i do actually read thru most of my posts several times to make sure i didnt accidentally write mein kampfe 2#recently ive come to the realization that i am in fact not an incredibly chill person#and that the constant paranoia and fear in which i live my life is actually PROBABLY a symptom of severe anxiety#like damn. ive always known that im pretty prone to depression but ive preetty much always been aware of that#my mom is a chronic depressive so i know the symptoms i know the signs i have a pretty good arsenal of healthy coping mechanisms#UNFORTUNATELY mommy's mental health problems did not help her not abuse me as a child#so i ended up being a terribly anxious kid who was constantly being screamed at and told i was overreacting (because i was. because i had#a severe anxiety problem that was making me react irrationally.) to everything all the time#which is you know. it is VERY difficult to deal with a mental health problem when you arent aware you have a problem!#its incredible how much. better. my life has gotten since i figured this out and started actively trying to work out what triggers it#and being able to like. realize 'oookay. there is an Issue here and it needs to be overcome'#instead of just beating on myself constantly for not being able to do things without feeling sick or getting breathing problems!#anyways. trauma dumping in tags is over now!#house md#hilson#greg house#james wilson#stacy warner
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you wanted to be a good friend, because you loved your friends, but the truth was that everyone else somehow had a pamphlet on being normal that you never received. most of the time you learn by trial-and-error. you are terrified of the next big mistake you make, because it seems like the rules are completely arbitrary.
you've learned to keep the prickly parts of your personality in a stormcloud under your bed - as if they're a second version of you; one that will make your friends hate you. it feels feral, burning, ugly.
instead, you have assembled habits based on the statistical likelihood of pleasing others. you're a good listener, which is to say - if you do speak up, you might end up saying the wrong thing and scaring off someone, but people tend to like someone-who-listens. or you've got no true desires or goals, because people like it when you're passive, mutable. you're "not easy to fluster" which is to say - your emotions are fundamentally uninteresting to others around you; so you've learned to control them to a degree that you can no longer really feel them happening.
you have long suspected something is wrong with you, but most of the time, googling doesn't help. you are so-used to helping-yourself, alone and with no handbook. the reek of your real self feels more like a horrible joke - you wake up, and, despite all your preparations, suddenly the whole house is full of smoke. the real you is someone waiting to ruin your other-life, the one where you're normal and happy. the real-self is unpredictable, angry.
your real self snarls when people infantilize the whole situation. because if you were really suffering, everyone seems to think you'd be completely unable to cope. but you already learned the rules, so you do know how to cope, and you have fucking been coping. it's not black-and-white. it's not that you are healed during the other times - it's just that you're able to fucking try. and honestly, whenever you show symptoms, it's a really fucking bad sign.
because the symptoms you have are ugly and unmanageable for others. your symptoms aren't waifish white girl things. they're annoying and complicated. they will be the subject of so many pretentious instagram reels. if they cared about you, they'd just show up on time. you care, a lot, so deeply it burns you. you like to picture a world where the comments read if they loved you, they'd never need glasses to see. but since that's a rule you've seen repeated - "one must never be late or you are a bad friend" - you constantly worry about being late and leave agonizingly early. there are no words for how you feel when you're still late; no matter how hard you were trying.
so you have to make up for it. you have to make up for that little horrible real you that you keep locked in a cabinet. you are bad at answering emails so every project you make has to be perfect. you are weird and sensitive so you have to learn to be funny and interesting. you are an inconvenience to others, so you become as smooth as possible, buffing out all the rough parts.
all this. all this. so people can pass their hands over you and just tell you just the once -how good you are. you're a good friend. you're loveable.
#spilled ink#woke up at 530 to write this lmafo#me in a cold sweat:#how do i be normal#edit in the tags:#hey so i've seen y'all talk about like ... wondering if ur ''allowed'' to relate#like if this is about X specific diagnosis#and when i first posted it i really almost labelled it ''please don't assume this is about a specific condition''#because as an artist i am often walking this line of discussing a symptom or discussing my conditions etc#and sometimes yes ! i do want to talk about an experience that is specific to who i am and my condition#but sometimes the effort of the post is about the EXPERIENCE rather than the diagnosis#because yes i am not neurotypical and as a result that influences my work but it is ALSO true that there are many reasons#why someone might experience this particular vague horrible feeling that you are... almost being CHASED by what you ''really'' are.#that you're outrunning your symptoms... that you're not really normal you're just sort of a mockery of a person#.... that's a really isolating and horrible way to feel no matter why you are feeling it. and the nature of this PARTICULAR post is that#it is inherently talking ABOUT that sense of isolation & of feeling not-deserving & of minimizing your own experiences to make urself#palatable for society in a way that others find easy-to-deal-with....#this post is about a certain experience such that my impression is there's a higher likelihood that those who relate#would have more difficulty thinking they ''deserve'' to relate - that it doesn't REALLY belong to them#bc often we are the kind of people who are SO used to being alienated and set aside and ''different'' that we AUTOMATICALLY assume#that things are not ''for'' us... they never have been why would it start now#we are the kinds of people to be ... ''too normal for X diagnosis but too symptomatic to be normal''#[or as this post points out... so good at ''coping''/masking/hiding it that we essentially conform to whatever shape we're poured into]#but i have witnessed others already say in the tags ''thought this was about me but it's about X so it can't be''#and im like ... of course it was about you.#art is not a resource that is diminished by greater appreciation .#you reflect in whatever mirror fits your frame. not just the ones in your bedroom. not just the ones i specifically give you.#there will be - and often are - times that i will talk about my specific conditions... but if you're reading this#regardless of why you're here... we are here together. holding hands through space and time. and i love you for carrying it#and i know you're exhausted. i am too. but i understand. and i see you.
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âPeople after I tell them that I have âstruggles with time management and focus and emotional regulationâ disorder: okay but thatâs not an excuse to struggle with time management and focus and emotional regulation
#talk#adhd#âhaving adhd isnât an excuse to (symptom of adhd)â#yes it is actually.#Iâm actually really angry about this rn and Iâm restraining myself from writing a novel about it
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i saw your post on how you were thinking about handling the Whole Artificer Thing and i say, let em be a villain! i think it would be fun
I don't have any qualms about Artificer being cruel or whatever; I just don't think that when working them into an anthro doing a 1-to-1 transfer of their behaviors and/or making them just flat out racist/genocidal is an interesting or accurate way to characterize them. (and I just have. Negative interest in working with that type of character) People can do whatever they want but ultimately I just find the idea that anything other making them aggressively genocidal is like, woobifying them, tiring.
Artificer is obviously not good in the context of the game. But the problem and focus of their actions is the scale and spiritual aspect of it, not the actions themselves. Other slugcats are perfectly capable of killing scavengers, most players likely will and many who don't are only held back by the consequences. Scavengers are also warriors, and Artificer's whole campaign is basically set up on the fact that scavengers are defensive and very much follow a 'shoot first' method of self preservation.
So why does Artificer have always be the one thats uniquely villainous in behavior (now with significantly more moral weight behind it than they had as an animal) when the other slugcats, and even the scavengers, get properly 'civilized' when people make them anthros? I just don't think its an interesting way to utilize them, and I won't fault people who do- but like- I feel like if Artificer is going to be Like That when they can walk and talk and do taxes or whatever than at bare minimum the other slugcats and scavengers' relationship with violence/murder/hunting should be touched on.
I'm not making Artificer a good person. I don't want them to be a good person, because I think the fact they are so bad that they have problems on a spiritual level to be the interesting part. Technically, the Artificer I do for anthro stuff has already done their 'Scav King' and found their 'closure'. They set out to do something awful and did it, they got their ending. So now theyre just old and tired and mean and miserable because getting what you want isnt a solution.
#long post#ask#rw anthro#i want her to get worse but not in a 'i kill scavengers because im fucked up and evil' kinda way#i want her to get worse because theres something wrong with her shes not gonna address until it rots her from the inside out#even in this sense her early relationship with hunter is more#founded in her views of life being just generally bad and connecting w/ hunters illness in that way#as for hunter their connection starts out as mostly being in a rocky place due to their developing symptoms and liking that#artificer lets them ignore the feelings being suddenly ill causes#its not the best relationship lol#but its also messy and rough since i cant write for shit
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Reading Barrayar I felt trapped in Cordeliaâs head. Itâs incredibly effective for the dread of war as a civilian. Plans and machinations happening beyond you, with no input. Hearing of things happening that seem far off and like yeah thatâs awful but then suddenly it dominoes in a way that destroy your life and itâs not your fault and you could've done nothing at all to prevent it. Especially the tension of being hunted in the Dendarii mountains with no idea how the war is going, if theyâve already lost, if it is already too late. Cordelia is doing actively important things in service of the war by sheltering Gregor, yet there's this pervasive feeling of helpless lack of control. She spends most of the book with this dread of not knowing when the next threat to their family will come, and I donât think it couldâve been done so effectively if we had access to the information Aral had. I found it frustrating at times, since it felt like Cordelia was swept up in events with little agency (at first; obviously our dear captain didnât remain there). I wanted so badly to be with Aral seeing and knowing and making the decisions.
But thatâs the point! Most people have absolutely zero agency in those situations and little information and itâs terrifying. Barrayar captures the feeling of being a civilian in war where so many narratives narrow in upon the heroes and 'men of history' that control conflicts. That's what readers expect. I think thatâs why I loved the ending so much. After so long trapped with Cordelia, just trying to survive the larger machinations of Barrayarâs bloody politics, it felt so, so good to finally be on the offensive, to have information the opponents donât, to finally have power and the means to control what happens. It's a relief to the constant tension of having no agency in a giant conflict that frankly Cordelia had no business being affect by, yet was swept up in because of her love of Aral.
Which is the second thing I deeply enjoyed in Barrayar. I love how the war is made so human. A messy tangle of human relationships control it. I canât stop thinking about the hostages. There are just so many children being used because the war holds the future hostage. Tiny precious Miles utterly incapable of comprehending how large a pawn he is. Young grieving Gregor vital to the plans of both sides whether dead or alive. Elena, who should be of no importance but she is because that's the kid of an unimportant soldier, just like every other hostage is another piece in the web of the war. I keep thinking about the relatives of Aralâs men caught in the capital. The hostages that Aral refuses to take. Everyone just trying to take care of those they love, and the points where they must put other priorities over their relationships are heart wrenching.
Barrayar looks dead on at how little people try to survive a civil war. From the mountains where the fighting seems so far, and information is slowed to a trickle of the singular mailman. The invasion of forces that disrupts people who may not even know thereâs a war yet. The scientists and the genius lost in a single blast that goes unnoticed. The urban populations trying to sneak in food and people and keep their heads down. Random citizens debating who to sell out, weighing risks and bounties, if it will get them the favor with the occupiers that will help them survive. All so small in the grand scheme of things, and yet they are who Barrayar concerns itself with.
Cordeliaâs uncertainty and fear wouldâve been undermined if we were allowed to see in the heads of people driving the conflict, because Barrayar isnât about those people. It is the desperation of two mothers, powerless and kept in the dark, that topples the regime.
Addendum: Cordeliaâs relationship to Aral firmly places her in an upper class position that is important to note when discussing the role of civilians/âlittle peopleâ within this analysis. But as a woman on Barrayar she is extremely limited in the power she is allocated, especially compared to someone like Aral, which would be the military leadership POV that novels more focused on the grander scope of war would utilize. Again not to say Cordelia has no agency or power, but it is not to the degree of the people in charge. Thus I place her alongside the average people swept up in a war outside their control. Still, her position as a Vor Lady gives her some access knowledge and connections that she turns into power, which while limited are far more than the average citizen. Her significance to Vordarrian is exclusively viewed as yet another hostage, an underestimation that Cordelia readily exploits, but still afforded only due to her status. Cordelia occupies a position of importance but not power beyond the scope of the people sheâs formed direct relationships with, which only further ties into the essay's thesis.
#I found it so so frustrating at first to be trapped with Cordelia until I realized. That's the point. She's trapped too.#Also probably a symptom of me being an omniscient 3rd person writer. I want to explore everyone and feel trapped in just 1 head#anyway probably mispelled so many character names plz have mercy I'm an audio book boi#y'all I meant this to be a very brief couple of sentence about a nitpick but then i just had to unpack author intentions. Sigh.#kinda miss writing english essays ngl.#vorkosigan saga#cordelia naismith vorkosigan#aral vorkosigan#vorkosigan analysis#barrayar#literary analysis#cordelia vorkosigan#something to nom on
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