#when i first read your ask my gut response was 'i... don't... think... so...? maybe...???'

[isekyaaa]

The thing with characters and whether or not they'd be prone to jealousy is that like... What does it mean to be "prone to jealousy?" Like does being prone mean you get unreasonably jealous? That anything will set you off?

Not to mention with jealousy is that it's not just a one person thing. Jealousy is a reaction. The other half of the relationship has to be doing something that will make the other person feel jealous. And these acts of jealousy can have different... origins? Some people are just naturally friendly. Others are overly friendly and don't know their boundaries. And lastly some people purposefully act in a way that will make their partner feel jealous (probably for reassurance).

There are a lot of factors at play with jealousy and being prone to it, so it's a bit more of a complicated thing to figure out...

[scekrex]

Sooooo, about that idea 😂😂 I'm sure you already know where this is going 👀👀

Adam and reader casually talking about something and they get to the subject of being together somehow even after death, how it would or should go if either of them dies and reader just goes: "Well, I definitely wouldn't move on if you died (Oup-). I don't think I would be able to... " and Adam just looks at him with a bewildered look and goes: "Fuck you mean 'If I died you wouldn't move on'??YOU'RE MY HUSBAND, IF I'M DYING, YOU'RE DYING. WITH. ME. AIN'T NO CHOICE! WE ARE MARRIEEEEED, WE GON' DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND IF THAT INVOLVES DYING THEN SO HELP ME HOLY FATHER, YOUR SPICY ASS IS GOING WITH ME". Originally I thought about the reader to say all of that, but then I just thought: No, hold on, that's such an Adam thing to say 😂😂

I swear Adam's so full of himself he'd simply be offended that reader's first intention wasn't "We're ride or die babe, if you die, I die with you" lmao

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, talking about death, slightly cracky

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“What’s up, buttercup,” Adam hummed as he sat down next to you on the bed. The thoughts of the upcoming extermination weren't sitting right with you, it was really nothing more than a gut feeling but something told you that Adam and you should skip extermination day this year. And maybe that was part of the reason why you've been so quiet all day, maybe not, who knew.

Well, Adam seemed to at least know that something was bothering you.

You rested your head against his upper arm and sighed, maybe talking would get it off your chest for a moment, talking to Adam about the things that bothered you often helped. “I wanna skip extermination this year,” you started, you weren't able to look at your husband, not that you were afraid of his reaction but you knew how much that day meant to him as the leader of the exorcists. “Why?” was all the brunette asked as his wing softly wrapped itself around your back, the tip of his feathers were therefore resting on your thighs, not that you minded.

Yeah, why was a damn good question. Because of some stupid fucking gut feeling wasn't exactly the answer you wanted to give but it was all you had that came close to a reason so you said that. Adam remained silent for a moment, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about a response. “I get it,” he then mumbled and that made you peek up to him with curious eyes. You wouldn't have thought he did, or maybe he just said it to ease your mind a little. “Before my first extermination I was so fucking nervous,” the first man continued with a soft chuckle rumbling through his body and his arm came up to softly caress your shoulder, “I mean every time we go down there my life's on the line, and not just fucking mine but the lives of my chicks too.” Yeah, you assumed he was right. “I mean, it's not like these demon bitches would fight back or shit, but, y’know, they could, so what if they quit being fucking bitches and hurt my ladies? They're not going to, but they fucking could and-” he paused for a moment, took a deep breath as his eyes focused on the wall across the bed, “and that's fucking scary.”

Had Adam just admitted that he was scared of something? That he was scared of the demons in hell fighting back? It seemed that way. “I don't think I'd be able to move on if they'd kill ya,” your voice was quiet, shaking and far from sounding stable. Adam's eyes moved from the wall to you, an offended look in them, “The fuck you mean ‘you wouldn't be able to move on?” You backed off a little in order to look at him properly, “Y’know, I don't think I'd be able to ever be happy again.”

The first man grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly, playfully, yet his eyes were dead serious when he spoke, “You’re my fucking husband, if I die you're dying with me, ain't no fucking choice.” You frowned a little at his words, but now that you thought about it dying with him sounded better than grieving his death for all of eternity. Your wing nudged his shoulder playfully and you replied, “Yeah well, that offer wasn't on the fucking table.” That caused a grin to erupt on his face and he pressed your upper body backwards until your back was flush against the mattress, “Yeah well, fuck whatever offer’s on the table and what's not, we're fucking married bitch.” His face came close to yours as he leaned down and for a brief moment you thought he was going to steal a kiss from you, but then his lips moved to your nape instead, “We’re gonna do everything together and if that involves dying, then holy father help me, your spicy ass is coming with me and if I have to drag you with me personally,” he paused to press a kiss to your jaw, his teeth softly scraping against your skin before he continued, “Then fuck, I fucking will, you got that?”

A laughter bubbled up from your chest at that and you grabbed onto his shoulders to flip you both over, now you were on top of him, “When the fuck did I sign up for a double homicide, huh?” He grinned up at you from below as his hands slid down your sides to come rest on your hips, “When you signed the fucking papers to marry me, slipped in a little contract that said your ass belongs to me and that you have to fucking die with me.” You pretended to punch his chest as you chuckled, “Fuck you, bitch.” Adam's grin only widened at that as he cheekily shot back a, “Do it yourself, you fucking coward.”

If he was inviting you so nicely, who were you to reject?

[wosemi-sama]

02: MC'S HALF-BAKED PLAN

TALK TO ME BABY! — AN OBEY ME SATAN X READER SMAU

the next monday, you had your sights set on one thing. making things right with your partner. while leaving your 9am class, you got a text from belphie.

you had gotten back to your dorm while texting levi, so you took off your shoes, left your backpack on the floor, and waited for levi. it actually took way less than ten minutes for him to get there. he knocked on the door and you let him in, welcoming him with a smile on your face.

"levi!! how's it going." you greeted him as he sighed. you led him to your tiny couch. he sat down as you took out your laptop and made a blank document. you titled it as "VERY WELL MADE SPEECH" before turning to levi.

"so, how should we start this" you asked. levi shrugged and you sighed in response. "okay, let's see..." you turned back to your screen. "maybe, like, "hey guy who got assigned my partner-" levi was interrupted by you. "no, that's lame!!"

"well, do you have anything better?" levi asked. "no..." you frowned and sighed again, turning back to your computer screen and beginning to type levi's sentence.

"i should apologize to him. maybe that'll get his attention." you thought out loud. "what did you even do? i just don't get it, mc." levi laid back and crossed his arms.

"i dunno." you laughed. levi ran his fingers through his hair. "you're hopeless..." you gasped at his remark. "rude, much? anyway, let me type out an apology.

once you were finished with the apology paragraph, levi asked to see it. it read:

"hello guy who got assigned my partner. on friday, when we got out partners assigned, you had stared a stare of hatred at me. you looked like you wanted me dead. and for that i'm sorry. i'm sorry that, although i don't remember, i may have hurt you in the past. whatever i did to you, i hope you'll forgive me."

"that's the first paragraph, right?" levi asked, somewhat confused. you nodded. "yeah. why, is it too short or too long or something?"

"oh, no. it's great. you could probably add a little more and then you could be done. i think he'd forgive you." levi concluded, proud of your apology letter. "alright, i'll add a bit and then i'll let you read it again. sound good?" you asked. levi hummed in agreement. and thus, you began typing away.

after a few minutes, you lifted your fingers off the keyboard, handing you laptop to levi, who had began playing ruri tunes on his phone while waiting. the final apology letter read:

"hello guy who got assigned my partner. on friday, when we got out partners assigned, you had stared a stare of hatred at me. you looked like you wanted me dead. and for that i'm sorry. i'm sorry that, although i don't remember, i may have hurt you in the past. whatever i did to you, i hope you can forgive me, and if you don't i hope that you can either forgive me in the future or that we can move on from this, as i would like to work on our project like the civilized people we are. though, i do hope you accept my apology as it would be pretty difficult to work with someone who hates your guts. thank you, blonde man."

"it's super long, are you sure he's gonna listen to you read all of it?" levi voiced his only concern, he actually thought it was pretty good. if it was an essay, that is. "meh, i'm sure it'll be fine. hopefully. anyway, thanks for the very helpful help you gave me you totally didn't supply me with one sentence." you said as levi silently powered off ruri tunes. "mc, i was supposed to help you stop solomon from telling everyone about you half-assed plan. you tend to forget things, you know." you mouthed an "oh".

finally ignoring him, you checked the time on your laptop. "oh, look at that, we only spent ten minutes. i honestly thought it'd take longer."

"well, thanks for your help, man." you said as levi got up and grabbed his things. "don't mention it." he said as he opened the door.

after he closed the door you yelled out for him. "i'm still not getting you the vinyls. you didn't really help, y'know." you heard a soft groan from levi, muffled by the door. you soon heard his footsteps getting quieter, until they couldn't be heard.

"well, time to wait three whole hours just to see that guy's response.." you thought to yourself. "a long, grueling, three hours..."

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[heartlvrrss]

haechan x reader

Word count: 1127 (puku puku pow pow)

requested? Yes( •̀ ω •́ )y

Warnings: Small mentions of being gutted (not anyone in the story itself don't worry I'm not cruel) THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOF READ SO IF ITS SHIT IM SORRY T-T other than that nothing (I think)<3

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It was finally halloween, the time of year where you would usually call up your best friend lee donghyuck to do all those little halloween things before scaring and bullying kids.

You originally wanted to do a little party with your friends but apparently everyone all of a sudden had to do something, which, in your opinion was total bs. But at least you still had haechan, god did the man piss you off at times but he was a good friend, a cute one maybe even pretty.

“That actually looks like shit” Haechan had the audacity to say while you were carving your pumpkin that you were actually working very hard on, but your ego came back up after seeing his. “You have no right to talk, I cant tell if your trying to make a version of jack the skeleton that was dropkicked as a baby and fell down the stairs 1 million times or if your just making a pumpkin self portrait” You snapped back

“My mother told me to be an honest person, so I told you the truth, no need to insult me!” He replies with wide eyes. Before you could say anything more both of you heard a bell ring, a grin crept up both of your faces before running to the door with vegetables.

You both fought to open the door until u slapped him “get your fatass hand away from the handle I wanna see our victim first” you whispered loudly, the bell rang one last time before you opened the door.

You both saw a young girl in a unicorn costume

“Well hi! What are you this halloween?” You asked

“Isn’t it pretty obvious” the child said, which shocked me with the attitude. She really deserves a vegetable now.

“Is it a fairy??”

“I’m a mermaid you dumb bitch”

I turned to hyuck and mouthed “goddamn..” 

“Oh.. Uh… Choose 3 candies from here” This girl scares me i literally might shit my pants on the spot.

You and hyuck watch as the girl skips away to her mother that was waiting by the end of the driveway, still in shock.

“You were supposed to give her the vegetable!”

“Well she’s got fucking anger issues i don’t wanna get cursed out by a child again!”

“Whatever”

I walked back to the kitchen with hyuck right behind me, while i try to extend my legs as much as possible (which TOTALLY not an attempt to trip him)

“What the fuck are you doing ___”

“Its a walking habit hyuck, have you not known me long enough to know that?” you ask with a fake betrayed look on your face

“__ Ive know you for far too long to know thats not a habit of yours. Its a poor attempt of trying to trip me. YOU are the traitor not me.” He grabs his chest and looks away in a fake dramatic manor

you roll your eyes “drama queen.. Well whatever lets watch a movie we can finish the pumpkins tomorrow.” and you gave him the bright smile that hes always loved.

When he saw that smile his heart leaped as usual, whenever he saw you he swears he might have a heart attack; just how could a human be so perfect, is what hed always ask himself whenever he saw you. You are the epitome of perfection to him, and thats exactly what hurt him, he wanted you so bad but he just didnt want to ruin your relationship with him incase you didnt like him back.

Hyuck decided to watch scream on whatever illegal website you could find on your tv, when the part where Casey becker was gutted you flinched a bit immediately holding on to hyuck for comfort, as he just cuddled you closer in response, wrapping you around with the blanket. You looked up at him admiring him for a bit, your heart skipping a bit while the movie plays in the background, you then lean in to kiss him lips barely brushing against each others, thats when you heard a ring your house phone was ringing. A bit freaked out thanks to the scream movie you were watching, you walked up to the phone with hyuck trailing behind you, a bit bummed out the moment was interrupted. 

“Hello? Who is this” the fear in your voice evident

“You dont need to know who i am” the deep voice replied, you look at hyuck to see if he had anything to do with this, but he looked equally confused

“Do not fucking play with me right now, im watching scream right now and you using that voice is gonna make me shit my pants now fuck off and dont joke around” you hang up pissed “just some creep” you told hyuck “ok whatever, can we please contin-” his voiced was cut off by the phone ringing again.

You turn around and pick up the phone again 

“Dont fucking hang up on me bitch”

“What the fuck can i not just enjoy my halloween for goodness sake” someone started loudly banging on the door

“Open the fucking door”

“No”

“Open the fucking door NOW”

I cover the phone dk the person couldnt hear me “hyuck please open the door”

“Yes ma’am” I walk next to him with the phone still by me, as hyucks hand slowly reaches for the door knob he opens it

You scream and jump into hyucks arms scared for what would happen, only to be met with a loud 

“SURPRISE!!!” you open your eyes to see a bunch of your friends laughing at you including haechan 

“That was not fucking funny!” you say close to tears, looking at giselle holding a phone “And you YOU i thought no one was coming!” you jumped out of hyucks arms close to tears (angry tears be so real)

“Woah woah we are so sorry ___! Youre right that wasnt funny” hyuck apologises hugging you

“Thats right you better be sorry” you say as you cried

“I think we should leave.. seems like somethings going on here and i dont wanna be a witness…” you hear ningning say as the group walk away

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“Are you mad at me?” hyuck asks worried

“You actually thought my tears were real? I didnt know i was that good of an actor” you reply, a bit shocked he believed your stunt

“You were lying??” 

“Ofcourse i just wanted to get the away so i could kiss you in private” you say as you grab his face and give him a sweet pure kiss, finally able to continue the urge after you got rudely interrupted right when you were about to kiss him. 

“So are we official now?” he asks

“ofcourse”

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@polarisjisung here hua! ik im very late but I'm finally finished T-T I hope you like it<3

[theycallmeratt]

Zarys Reference

Overall:

Zhentarim rogue who is the leader (Swordhar) of the group in the basement of Waukeen's Rest. The group appears to be running cargo through the Underdark. If you use Speak with Dead on her, she says this location is a Zhentarim trading post and the tunnels lead "... Underdark... trading route... and graveyard both..."

When the player character arrives, she's waiting for a shipment that Rugan has. Once it arrives, she plans on destroying of their base (because the Fists are in Waukeen's Rest.)

Once the player character has her approval, they can purchase more stock from Brem.

She is described in dev notes as neutral toned, blunt, unimpressed. No bluster or boasting, several of her statements are described as "a simple statement of fact". For the most part, seems fairly even-keeled and able to put aside her emotions. She does have some moments of humor/jovialness, usually when she's threatened.

If the player character tries to sneak up on her, she has lines for first falling back and then trying to escape. Dev notes say, "the Zhent would usually run but choose to fight as the player got too close before discovery." There's also this note: "Her gang are preparing to burn down their hideout when they leave, and in some cases she'll give the order to start that process if she thinks we're a threat."

There's cut/bugged content around her. If you save Rugan and do not take the shipment, Rugan was supposed to show up in act 3 and tell you the rest of the group was framed and hung for the kidnapping of Duke Ulder.

Hardened professional:

"Couldn't you just be a professional? Do as you're told, no questions asked? Like so: Lads! Kill them."

"You've... opened the shipment." Dev note: Mute, neutral - she's not surprised by much, but opening this shipment means we've killed her and all her men.

Dev Note: "We told her we'd do a job, and she's not going to be giving us a penny until we complete it"

Dev note: "Shrugging, unconcerned - she's ready to kill anyone at any moment, it's not personal."

"That's Zhent business, not yours. You did me a service - doesn't make you one of us."

If a barbarian roars at her and succeeds in intimidating her, she says "A… roar? That was unexpected" and the dev notes say "Initially a bit scared, then recovers composure".

Dev note: "Off-hand, as if asking you to kill an unarmed man she's known for years is a mere formality."

She does lose her temper here: "Actually, hells with this - the day I've had? You just lost your life too."

Smart

If you read her mind, she'll figure it out: "I never mentioned any cargo, and I don't care for people poking around in my head."

Calls that the Fist will frame them: "The Flaming Fist will want someone to blame, and I don't plan to leave anything pointing our way." (Player character says the Fist know they're there and don't care) "Maybe not now, no. But that'll change once the council gets involved. They'll want heads to roll."

Reacts to guts/bravery/threats with amusement

"You've got guts. I respect that."

Dev note: Genuine laughter - you're threatening her gang despite the odds being heavily stacked against you. She's won over by it.

"Hah! Of course - all you had to do was ask." - in response to player asking to skip to the killing. Dev notes: Genuinely amused - she likes your directness, and is all to happy to grant your request.

Speaks using a lot of commerce terms/phrases

"Trade with what? Your life was ours the moment you walked in here. But… maybe I'll let you buy it back. I have a job needs doing."

"Failure creates debt. And debt requires payment."

"And just like that, everyone profits."

The job over people:

"Some of our people are missing - more importantly, so is their cargo"

"I was glad to see Rugan, until he told me he lost the shipment."

"Keep them alive if you can. Failing that, just bring that shipment back."

"More importantly, that's the one who saved the cargo, Rugan." - said to Rugan after he IDs you as the one who saved him.

Rugan says, "If Zarys doesn't get that chest, she'll have us all killed" and he's right

Trusts no one:

"Then I'm in your debt - or will be, once I see him and his cargo. Didn't think you'd get your coin based on spinning some tale, did you?" Dev note: "Neutral - not unfriendly but we're telling her something too good to be true and until she sees evidence she's not interested in dealing with us"

Sense of humor, but sarcastic/mocking:

After Olly mispronounces Zhent as "Za-hent", she asks if he's "scared of gahosts?"

When the player says they're still looking for Rugan/Olly/the cargo: "Well I'll give you a hint, shall I? They ain't down here."

If a barbarian roars at her and fails to intimidate her, she says, "A… roar? That was… unimpressive." and the dev notes say, "Slightly bemused at the strange roar"

When talking to Olly's tortured corpse, she does so "almost cheerfully"

Relationships:

Roah says, "Never much liked Zarys, truth be told"

Zarys says in regards to Olly: "I do it because it makes me hate him less."

Dev note if player character delivers cargo to her unopened: "She looks on us as an equal - she usually views those she works with as messy or inferior"

Refers to her group as "lads". No clue if this is a just a phrase or if it's implying Vol is "one of the boys", a tomboy, or transmasc.

Rugan recruited her: "You're the one who recruited me, Rugan. You're the one who taught me rule number one, remember? (...) You're dead the moment you steal from the Zhentarim. No matter who you are."

If Zarys dies, Bellar seems genuinely upset

Vol says she's never seen Zarys work a day in her life

Rugan calls her a "black-hearted vixen"

Misc:

Not religious: "'Fellow Banite' might be a bit strong, but you're welcome among the Zhent."

Turns off the humor quickly: "All joviality dropped - flat and icy-cold."

Tends to start a sentence like it'll go one way and then switch it up:

Funny thing, though - I swear I told you not to open it.

You have a death wish, happy to grant it

Phrases:

--, shall I?

ain't

Didn't think [statement], did you?

Yeah? (as a greeting)

Well?

You know [statement], right?

Takes steel to - instead of "takes balls to" or "takes a spine to"  

toddle off/toddle in

I got a tingle for a second there.

Of course

And in no state to tell tales - instead of, "And not in a state" or whatever

Seems I recall

Funny/Funny, that/Funny thing

Actually, --

Does not shorten as many as her sentences as the other Zhents. Example: says, "I suggest you" instead of "Suggest you",

A lot of "I ____" - "I'll welcome you as a friend",  "I swear I told you", "I suggest you turn around", "I recall", "I don't like", "I won't."

So many threats to rip or cut out tongues - "That tongue gets any looser, Rugan, I'll cut it out"

Insults:

stlarning lunatic

Compliments:

a godsdamned wonder

Curses/Exclamations:

Beshaba's black bones

godsdamned

Gods damn it

bloody

Whoa

Hrast - a curse in common, means something like "damn"

stlarning - more harsh than hrast

Huh

Oof

hells/hells with this

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[daifukumochiin]

Writers ask!

1. Start to finish, how long did it take to plan and write? Did you take breaks during the process?

6. How did you decide what tense and POV(s) to use?

18. Talk about your editing and revision process

26. Share your favorite detail

Since no one is curious about any particular fic, I'll just answer in a general sense, Lav 🥲 I'll address it to everyone who'd come across this post. 1. How long does it take me to plan and write a story? Do I take breaks during the process? > I don't have stellar records. So far, out of nine that I uploaded on ffnet, I have two completed one shots (one of those, I promised I'd write a part two, but I'm not interested in it anymore), a completed short multi-chapter fic, a microfic anthology, and then all the rest are WIPs. I've been DM for 7-8 years now... That's how long it is to plan my most read fic xD Technically, it is complete, but I promised some extra chapters and I could just never get it done. I'm answering in a roundabout way because I'm not as organized as Lav when planning and writing my fics. I don't keep records, I mostly go by feeling. However, if I do put my mind into it, I guess I could be the type to set a deadline and get it done. Though it's not a guarantee that I'd get the response that I hope for, and that makes me feel gutted. So, in my case, after getting familiar with my writer self through all these years, I need to believe in the importance of a fic more than anyone so that no matter the response and readership, I'd never stop until it's complete. How long does it take me to plan and write a story? Until the will to do it takes me through its completion, that's my answer. Do I take breaks? Hahaha! It's breaks that need to be taken from me.

2. How do I decide what tense and POV(s) to use? > Past. Third person limited POV. Those are my default. I don't think much about it. 3. Talk about your editing and revision process. > Even after I finish uploading a fic, I'll always end up finding errors here and there. I don't have a perfect chapter unlike PianoCoat. When I see an error in PianoCoat's chapter, I'm like, "whoa, that's rare." I edit for as long as I see mistakes, and for as long as I wanted to check for mistakes. I used to be more prudent with this, especially with my first fic, but recently, I don't have much time anymore, and you know, that's fine. I run it through Grammarly-sensei and even after then, I'd still catch some errors. Fresh eyes? Don't know her. Maybe give it five to ten years, then I'd truly have fresh eyes. Not the day after. Fresh eyes I tell you, isn't necessarily a good thing. Your past self's treasure could turn into your future self's cringe. My verdict: I edit and revise, but I'm not the best person for it.

4. Share your favorite detail. > 🤔... This took long for me to think about to be honest. I think I've already told everyone in the SasuHina Month discord about things I liked that I felt those are old things that aren't necessarily very true for current me anymore. I'm thinking maybe something from my most recent works. Is 2022 recent? Doesn't matter, let me tell you about it, 'cause I haven't told this to someone yet. I liked how my story for SH Month 2022 Day 3: Dépaysement took everyone on a journey where they didn't know how it would turn out. That's my favorite part about it. People knew it was a SasuHina story, but they weren’t able to predict the ending because the experience of the journey had immersed them. Also, I liked that Hinata had a hard time with the goats. That part was semi-autobiographical🤣

Thanks for checking out my stuff😽💞🙌 If you haven't yet and are interested, here are links for you:

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[nihilnovisubsole]

oh, right, shadowbringers! i'm overdue for another ffxiv bullet point vibe check. i actually finished it a couple of weeks ago, and then my sink exploded [long story] and i wanted to chew on it for a while. it's clear that this expac is an overwhelming fan favorite, so i figured i should formulate some more intelligent thoughts about it.

part of me worries that my shadowbringers experience was colored by how badly i missed the people and places on the source. more than the aether and gods and soul transference and all that stuff, what i really took away was a sense of loneliness. the first isn't my world. its citizens are strangers to me, though i recognize on a philosophical level that i should help them. even the scions - in theory, my closest comrades - have lived for years in the blink of my eye and become very different people. when did thancred become responsible? when did the twins grow up? i wondered what other NPCs were doing without me. all i wanted was to go home.

on the other hand, i read a theory that this is the point. the story wants you to feel cut loose from everything you know. are you still a hero in an emotional vacuum? will you still put yourself on the line to do the right thing? sure, your world will be doomed if theirs falls, but that possibility seems so huge and far-off that it doesn't register in your gut. i don't think that's the writing failing to connect with me or anything. if that's the intent, it's an interesting feeling for a game to evoke.

i may have also exacerbated that feeling by keeping my actual avatar isolated on norvrandt for so long. i mentioned earlier that i play around the game's day-night cycle, running missions based on when they'll feel most immersive. that extends to maps, too: if the story says i'm stuck in a place, i stay around that place until the story carries me elsewhere. i mean, i'll dip out for wondrous tails and daily cactpot and stuff, but i don't take big story vacations to jet around eorzea. i didn't "come back" from the far east in stormblood until doma was free. that's a lot of MSQ to just spend alone with your thoughts.

there's a storytelling paradox at work: the first's problems are so large and so bad that it's smaller and more personal when you become invested in someone's plight. i expected to care a lot about liberating ala mhigo because i'm so fond of raubahn as a character, and i did. i didn't expect to feel the pity that i felt for, say, kai-shirr, or runar's unrequited crush on y'shtola. it comes on slowly and quietly.

i don't know. it's a curious story. it's a melancholy story. it's a lot more experimental than the expacs that came before it. it'd probably be worth it to new-game-plus it at some point to pay closer attention to the individual character arcs.

same goes for emet-selch. he's a curious villain. i don't sympathize with his methods, and i obviously have no romantic interest in him. but i keep mulling him over. he keeps lurking in the back of my mind, which means that his writing succeeds by virtue of being memorable.

to my mind, everything around amaurot contributes to that success. amaurot is where it all starts to come together for me. it's a beautiful, odd place - art deco in final fantasy? who knew? - and the pinnacle of the arc's surreal "this is a dream, but tangible" tone. you can tell the team wanted to go all out with the ascian reveals they'd been building up to for years. i wonder if they had fun designing it.

even if it is. i. hm. no i shan't say it

all right, i'll say it

I AM EMET-SELCH AND I AM HERE TO ASK YOU A QUESTION

there, it's out of my system. on a less ridiculous note, i finally got royce's canon armor! now i can gpose freely. i wish there were an in-engine way to pose with NPCs, but them's the breaks. who knows? maybe we'll get it eventually. it is a live service game.

[aqua-dan]

I’m sorry for like constantly filling up your inbox with question but I’ve figured out what Roy and Garth’s little misunderstandings were so you don’t have to answer that ask.

I also would like to admit that I think that I’m kind of a Roy.

Bare with me…

I often trash on my friends at any given opportunity. Any opening for a snide remark, any mean comment I could possibly think of in two seconds. If it’s clever and witty then I’ll squeeze it in and for any other person what I’m doing is seen as mean and for a while… they also considered me as rude.

I never really realized that I was actually overstepping someone’s boundaries. This is more geared to one specific person and I felt like really bad about it… because… the whole reason I was being like that in the first place is because I like them and I want to be close to them…

Like I considered them different from everyone else - I felt like I related to them and I felt like they could understand me - like they could understand the worst parts of me and if they over time got conditioned to being around me even when I’m like that then they could be the type of person who I can show all my ugly to as well.

It’s like weird - I don’t know how to describe it. In my head I seriously think that what I’m doing is like extremely and so obviously affectionate and caring. It’s like me insulting them is actually the most hilarious thing in the world because me thinking low of them would be the biggest joke to end all jokes… because I don’t think low of them - I really like them and I thought that was obvious.

I guess it’s easier to show that in a special little game made for them then it is to do it in a normal way because if I do that I’ll be showing my ass because if I was affectionate in a normal way and they didn’t like me then it’d kind of crush me and if I do it this way and they still like me than perhaps it’s mutual.

God, to think when they communicated to me that they didn’t think we were close enough for that then I felt like a damn idiot because I felt closer to them than literally anyone else. :(

It’s very twisted but my POINT is that lowkey Roy probably really likes Garth if my situation at all resembles that.

Ah, classic preschool bs, if he’s mean to you for no reason than it means he likes you but it is very true.

I think that people don’t understand RoyGarth because they refuse to see the implications. It’s not a bad or confusing ship at all. It’s misunderstandings and if they truly hated each other’s guts its not like that will ever effectively take away from the quality of the ship.

What Roy does for Garth is almost inherently affectionate and almost romantic seen through the right lenses.

Sorry for the tangent. This isn’t me venting AT ALL by the way - I’m just trying to connect Roy’s behavior to something and I know myself better than anyone so!

Hey! No worries, anon! I actually LOVE getting asks, and I'm always super appreciative for every one I get! I'm sorry also that I'm so slow to answer them. I get so nervous answering things sometimes because I don't want to say the wrong thing. I've been known to go and re-read whole series just in case so I can give the best response I can. But that does mean that sometimes asks sit around for a bit... oops. This ain't about me though, so!

Thank you genuinely for sending this! I think it's a really interesting take on this whole thing from someone who has clearly analyzed their own actions/feelings, and gives us a perspective that we may not otherwise see.

I do think it's really intriguing, both in real life and in fiction, how differently two people can view something and how actions can be interpreted/misinterpreted.

Again, thank you for being willing to share this! (And as a side note, I still am planning on answering your other ask anyway, but maybe as a comprehensive look at Roy and Garth's interactions)

[alrightbuckaroo]

☯

❤️

Hello! Hope your day (or afternoon, or evening) has been going well! I'll answer these about Carlos because I love picking at his brain.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

I actually have a headcanon that Carlos loved puzzles as a child, and his favorite one was that of a red race car. He went to put it together one day and found a piece missing, thinking that the family dog, Roscoe, ate it. (This made Gabriel doing puzzles a real gut punch)

I also think he's a big bookworm and loves the modern classics. I feel like he probably read Giovanni's Room when he was like 19 and cried.

I don't know why, but I feel like he dislikes social media. Or maybe, just has a really bad habit of not keeping up with it. Like before he started dating TK, and was trying to meet guys, Michelle was always telling him to post photos of himself because his most recent picture was from like four years ago.

♥ - family headcanon

Oh gosh, I'll try to make this quick, but I'm deep inside the minds of the Reyes family right now, so I might ramble a little bit, forgive me.

I think, as kids, Ana and Luisa loved, loved, loved their little brother just as much as they loved to mess with him. Ana maybe not as much, I don't know in my head she was in all sorts of clubs in high school, but definitely Luisa. I think it's because Roscoe loved Carlos more and Luisa didn't like that (and Carlos most likely rubbed her face in it too)

I don't know, I feel like there's a couple of blanks that could still be filled in with them; since Carlos said he felt alone during his adolescence, I would kind of like to know where they...were? lmao

I touch on this a little in the character study I'm working on, so I won't say all of it, but I definitely feel like Andrea has been there to help Carlos embrace his culture and especially the cuisine of it. He and her most definitely cooked together. I also think her first response to him telling his parents he married Iris was, "What did you get yourself into?"

and, ugh, Gabriel; where do I begin? I definitely think Gabriel had some type of koala paraphernalia anywhere he went. He had a 'Just Hang in There' motivational poster above his desk, he had a little koala on his keychain that Carlos would always see dangling when he would pick him up from school. It was his way of making sure Carlos was always extra safe; it's not just Gabriel looking out for him, but Kique too!

ask me about my headcanons!

[meandmyechoes]

a word or two about Predecessors:

zendai lineup: Corsus - (Blue) - Papa Ran - Karras - Iroki

can they all henshin? Will Iroki henshin?

if they all henshin they can just be reverse colour scheme with the main suits (armor colour ↔ undersuit/cape colour)

otherwise, Corsus = silver/red; Blue = Cyan, Ran = Peach; Karras = Dark Purple; Iroki = Brown (ignoring cohesion)

technically though, the suit shouldn't change colour with different users (Imai-san, Ookuwagata SA is in the film, persumably as the user of gold Calibur)

basically zendai redblue would be like racules kagu and Iroki Karras hime rita but enemies and papa ran is happily married

Corsus is a copy of Racules but actually villainous (Mama Husty is dead.)

my image of Zendai Blue is Ryunosuke but sly (yankee yori yakuza). feels like he'd've a precious little girl somehow? (mom unknown of course)

Papa Ran being the mediator of the five

Karras and Iroki should be the black/purple dynamic we all thought at reveal? Feel like they'd hate each other's guts at first sight and hold an ongoing grudge for no reason

(i'm not sure how i feel about Iroki being married or not but it's so funny to substitute Amano-san as a trophy husband for now) it's still a children's show so i can't outright say she has a harem right

Shiron and Garren boasting their wives

The househusbands asking receipes from Mama Ran??

Mama Ran sharing medicinal soups with Shiron for his overworking stay-up-late wife :)

i think i read this hc elsewhere but it tracks that Shiron went to the same uni (aka the best one) as the Rans (they look like a college couple to me anyway)

Or maybe because they have a common friend in Papa Ran that Karras and Shiron met (at wedding cliche?)

god if Karras/Shiron had a procedural courtship

they all came to baby Himeno/Racules/Gira's public debut :') (first month/birthday/erabitori etc.)

Iroki has to love Racules with his proper princely manner (think the aunt that always pinch your cheeks)

Iroki being all mean in words to baby Himeno ("ara, what a scawny pet") but showers her with so much gifts so she can win the title of her favourite aunt

I don't think Rita's adoption would be a big celebration (if no dirty secrets covered) but just another bulletin. When Iroki found out she's glad she has another "scandal" against Karras and made sure to send a gigantic, extravagant gift at Zaiban Court's door (delivery fee paid by recipient)

This won't happened but if Iroki teased Rita with an embarrassing childhood episode and that's why they screamed in the trailer lol

Karras's disappearance happened after God's Fury and I'd imagine hers was one recognition Kaguragi's new government needed. How did she feel about it?

Unless Toufu's rebellion happened after Karras's disapearance and no proper recognition exists in the sense that none of the new kings' rule is solid yet

Else, how responsible did she feel in the short window when she was the only adult sovereign? (consider Corsus "fell victim" to God's Fury too)

[odysseywritings]

The Better Sister

@flashfictionfridayofficial

My older sister came over for the first time since Dad's funeral. We talked about important things over the phone but we stopped being close by the time she moved to the city with a lucrative career lined up for her. It was strange seeing her outside of a holiday, and when I asked her why she visited, she said it was something to do while her boyfriend visited his own family. She helped me pick up branches scattered in the yard after a nasty storm.

"So," Cheryl said in between the cleaning, "have you kept up with painting?"

"A bit," I replied with little energy. "Not many people here really want what I make. And it's hard to get anyone on the Internet unless I'm a great marketer."

She nodded and added, "You know, Dana, if you're looking for extra money, you could go into programming like me."

"I tried, but it's too complicated, even with beginner courses. I just wish there was more stuff here where I could... I don't know, feel successful and happy."

"Honestly, that probably won't happen if you stay here. If you want my opinion, Dana, you should put more faith in yourself. Otherwise, you'll be stuck here feeling miserable."

I don't know why I was so mad at her for that. It wasn't wrong, but how she said it, like it was so obvious. Maybe things were just easier when she was the smarter and prettier one and didn't get why I might've struggled more. I just wish she helped me more before she left. I grit my teeth and put on my best face.

"Maybe. I do try, though. I recently got a raise at my job despite the headache it's giving me, haha."

"That's good to show some ambition. Glad to see you coming out of your shell. Looks like we're done anyway so let's get back inside."

"Okay, but it's not looking good. Mom got worse with the hoarding after Dad passed away."

"God. Is she home now?"

"No, out shopping. Kinda glad because we can just relax."

We walked on a clear path surrounded by mountains of CDs, books, movies, tools, food cans, magazines, newspapers, and other items that merged into towering mounds of junk. I cleared up some room on the couch as we channel surfed. Mom's cat Robert Scritchum jumped up to greet Cheryl with needy affection as she made voices and messed with his fur. I'd feel more like that if we got him while the house and our mental states were in better condition.

We ended up watching a bad b-movie about an alien failing to kill a bird with a laser gun to keep things breezy. The mindless movie just made me overthink about the future. Would things be alright if I moved out and left Mom alone? Should I stay and try to tough out my issues?

I just wasn't cut out for this dilemma with my mental and physical issues. Every view into the window hurt my heart no matter what I chose. Cheryl would've handled this better. She was always the smarter one. The flow of overwhelming thoughts burrowed into my brain with an absentminded "It should've been you who stayed."

I looked back at the TV and then at Cheryl. She heard me say that aloud.

"You want me to stay here?"

My face burned and my gut sank. That wasn't supposed to spill out and now she'd think I was guilt tripping her.

"I didn't mean it, it just came out!"

Cheryl's face was hard to read and fixed on me. Her shoulders relaxed and put her hand on mine to calm my nerves. My heart rate slowed and I could breathe and think easier.

"I just had a bunch of thoughts and one of them accidentally came out. It's like... You were the responsible, rational sister. Thinking about the future of the house and Mom and your career. You would've handled that way better than me. I'm trying, it's just..."

Tears rolled without realizing it, and her hand held mine tighter, and she looked at me with gentle eyes.

"Hey, Dana, look. I appreciate what you're saying, but it's not that simple. I just can't come back to this life. Not with how I've been living now. And you shouldn't have to burden yourself with this. I don't know the right answer for you, but you've got a lot of resilience to put up with a lot of this and still be you. No matter what, Mom and I will support whatever you choose. Just please don't stress too much about it."

I sniffled and leaned over to hug her, trying to not get my runny nose on her shirt. I don't know how much of that solved anything but it was nice to just say it and to hear her without judgement. Whatever tension there was went away as we continued watching the cheesy movie and could laugh more freely. For the first time in years, we felt like sisters again.

[funkymbtifiction]

hey i was wondering - i know IFP and EFJ as judging dominants and also feeling dominants can both jump to conclusions (as described by the EFJ in the previous ask) pretty impulsively - but i also know intuitives in general can jump to conclusions as well, by going off their hunches and intuitions without concrete evidence. how to tell the difference between a feeling dom and an intuitive dom jumping to conclusions? is it just that the intuitive dom will be more speculative, not putting their feelings into it yet? for instance a friend bails last minute and the efj/ifp is insulted before even knowing if there’s a valid reason vs an enp/inj is speculating the reason before hearing it? and will being a sensor mitigate this for a feeling dom?

also unrelated but is it possible to be a 9 but yet be aware of your anger and not really have “issues” around it? i read a lot about 9s having a lot of anger as a part of the gut triad but also being asleep to it, not wanting to fully feel it, finding it disruptive or inappropriate, holding in until they burst. are there 9s who are more aware, know when/if they are angry and have no real hang ups about it one way or another? they just.. get angry when something angers them, notice it right away and it’s fine by them? kind of permissive with their anger whenever it crops up i guess, seeing it as valid/healthy? maybe even a bit quick tempered but also quick to forgive/get over it? is that a 9w8 thing maybe, or would they not be 9s? can it be true of a 9w1 as well?

thanks again!!

Judging dominants typically assert their opinion prematurely, yes. Like "I hate that" without listening to the full story, for example. ENFJs can be extremely quick to leap to a conclusion -- to hear half of something and assume they know the outcome, because their feelings and intuition fill in the blanks. If they are a positive person, it's a positive assumption (good thing), and if they are a fearful person, it's a negative or threatening assumption (this person has bad intentions). Same with IFPs. Sensing types speculate less (Se) or turn to other people and ask what they think (Ne sharing of ideas).

A typical breakfast at my parents house includes my ENFJ father making (according to my ISTJ mother) "wild speculations... you can't KNOW that, how do you think you KNOW that?" He just believes in his assumptions and treats them as real as an ENFJ, and as an ISTJ, she goes there's no proof for this, you can't know someone's inner thoughts and feelings, stop leaping to unfounded conclusions!!!

Regarding 9s... some 9s are oblivious to and in denial of their anger, but other 9s are very aware of it. Since becoming aware of her type, a 9w1 I know told me she has also started paying attention to how her anger permeates her life -- she ignores it but it's there, a brooding pot of angst, resentment, and frustration at everyone and everything. It's her first line of response. That's the crux of gut types and what others notice about them -- how anger is their go-to emotion. Some 9s repress their anger, and other 9s just let it "flow through me" and then it goes away. There's the 9 that broods for a while and is passive aggressive, and the 9 who can't find their anger when they look for it (it flared up and seemed like a stupid thing to get mad at, so I don't care anymore).

The thing about 9 is... their entire life is about finding the easy road through life, and that includes not wanting to be "bothered" by things like anger or other people. Their inner dialogue, even if they aren't aware of it, is "this isn't worth me upsetting myself for." That can include others -- you're not worth me being angry at -- or even their own dreams -- this thing I want isn't worth inconveniencing myself for. The way a 9 grows is to become aware of their anger, own it, and not see it as threatening to their inner peace, but as something that can motivate them to get what they want in life.

Ironically, the only way a 6 can learn to calm down is to move toward 9 and start adopting an attitude of "this isn't worth being upset about." They are a reactive type, so they have to UNLEARN being triggered, upset, fearful, by taking the 9 path of "eh, why should I inconvenience myself by worrying about this? it'll be fine."

[twotales]

I've been considering starting up writing SGA/SG-1 Fanfics recently and I was wondering if you had any advice for a (relatively) new author?

Hello, sweet anon! (Sorry for the late response, things have been a bit hectic over here.)

First, I want to say, whaaa, someone is asking me for advice!? 😳

Secondly, Dude! We would be so happy to have a new Stargate writer in our midst. I'd say our fandom is one of the more inclusive ones out there and we are all incredibly grateful for more content.

🤔 Hmm, advice for writing/posting, or interacting with our fandom? (I assume just writing/posting.) (If you are wondering about becoming a part of our fandom and the feel of it, just ask me that question as well.)

The best and most simple advice I think is: Read. Read. Read! Write. Write. Write!  Watch. Watch. Watch! But you probably want more xD

Writing:

Writing is the easiest part for me. I write every day. I'm kind of a freak like that.

If you're having trouble with writing, there are some things I do. (not in any order.)

I use a habit tracker, I love stats and this tracker has a lovely design and a sweet little overview. Plus you can have separate widgets on your home screen for each habit, you don't have to go into the app every time you do one, simple press. I love it. But I don't sweat it if I miss a day or a few or more. I just want to have the widgets as a reminder, it keeps me from forgetting, I do have a small goal of doing at least one of my habits by the end of each day. Writing happens to be my easiest habit to accomplish. (Hence the writing everyday xD)

You don't have to write a lot. Even if it's just a bit of editing, a paragraph, or a single word, that's enough. You opened up the document, you thought things, you tried.

Don't share all of your ideas with others. Some people can thrive on this, (if you do, just ignore this advice.) but I am not one of those people. I lose steam for an idea if I give too much away. I also cannot for the life of me write a long fic and post it as I write. SCHEDULED WRITING!? NOPE. I write the entirety of a long fic before I publish them. Sometimes I publish chapters and edit them as I publish, but the meat of everything is there.

So, take as much time as you need.

When you feel satisfied with a fic, sit on it, wait a couple of days, weeks, months, and reread it. New eyes, even if they are your own eyes can really help. (I don't always do this, but it can help with certain fics, esp long ones.)

Lay somewhere, chill and just daydream about your idea/story. This is working on your story too and I find that this makes me just type down thoughts as they come.

Make the time. It doesn't have to be a ton. My partner only writes for five, maybe ten minutes a day. He laments how little he writes but I always ALWAYS say.

“You do write though and that is the most important thing.

I also have a very specific writing system to keep myself from getting stuck, and disorganized, but that's a whole thing and this is already getting long. (If you do want to hear about it though, feel free to ask.)

Posting:

This is the hard part for me. No matter how many fics I have written, posts I have made, gifs, what have yous. I always get a bit overheated and my guts feel like bees are trying to escape them.

If you're having trouble posting there are a few things that I think can work depending on why you're worried about posting.

Mistakes: Misspelled words, flow, that sort of thing. Get a beta. They're several individuals in our community who are amazing betas. (I could contact them for you if you need a connection.) There are different kinds of betas as well so you can tailor your experience in that regard. But, sometimes you don't want a second opinion and that's okay too. You can always edit it whenever you read it again anyways (assuming you are going to reread your fanfics. Which I do.😊)  and remember, many of us don't care about that sort of thing, we will just enjoy the story despite mistakes. General anxiety? Well, I can't do much about that. (I suffer from it myself, see bees in my guts above). Just remember that this is supposed to be about something you love. Yes, writing is work, but writing fanfic should be fun. Should be for you! These are stories you want to tell, stories you want to read, and things you want to fix and expand on. Everyone else is just along for the ride, getting off at the next stop, or maybe they don't even want to come in the first place and that's okay. The destination is yours.

The main point is to just do it. If you need help, ask, (already ahead of some people just for asking me for advice, which I am still shocked about) if you're nervous about them saying no just ask anon and connect after you get a yes. If you're worried about your writing that's okay, It's a very personal thing, it's normal. Accepting this can lessen the worry. (I was terrified of posting fic for about idk eight years or something.) And remember you never have to keep up with or write the same as someone else, we are all different and have different processes, I think the best thing you can do is figure out what works for you.

If you're nervous about content though, again understandable, but honestly people rarely care, and in our fandom people are chill af. Ship and let ship. AUs, crack, ooc, obscure kinks, OCs. We accept them all.

Just make sure to tag correctly. People have guides to help with that.

Wow, this got long, whoops. Sorry, I can't help myself. I have Rodney word-vomit vibes.

[hypersomniaaboutsleeping]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫

Official name: Unexpected

(An additional part. "The last exam" p.1)

Only here on En here. From author personally.

Madara was in full assembly in the hall of famous Konoha ninjas.

Of course, he will not be the same wise leader of the clan. The sister is already coping with it better. A warrior from him is also like that.. Slightly above average.

- Well, what was Mom guided by, naming in honor of this warrior? If you were alive, I'd call you a jerk who doesn't want to be responsible..

"Uchiha clan leader, friend, wife of the first Hokage and a wise warrior"

-..And she would be right.

And it doesn't look so impressive. He is not tall, has blue eyes... They call them cute.

This Madara was his distant relative, whom he didn't even really know. Of course I knew about participating in the war, marrying the founder of Konoha, but it was so long ago..

- And it's good that she died.

He had already turned around to leave... But my gut tells me that I'm not alone in the hall. I don't want anyone else to see it..

- Who's here? Don't hide, I won't bite.

- I'm wondering if I'm going to scare you with this.

When Uchiha turns around with an activated sharingan, a spitting image of Ootsutsuki stands in front of him.

But what he lacks is blond hair. They are purple, long..

- What do you need?

Madara clutches kunai behind her, praying not to fight right before the exam.. In order not to fight with a clearly superior opponent.

- Where is the chunin exam held?

Exhales. No, they weren't going to fight him now, otherwise they would have attacked him while he was standing and soaring in the clouds. The eyes become ordinary..

- I'm going there too. The field will be located this time in the north of the village, respectively, the course there. Can I ask you a question?

- I will be glad to answer for your help. - The man calmly answers.

- What are you here for?

Ootsutsuki chuckles contentedly, as if waiting for a question to be asked. Examines the young man, quickly realizing who is standing in front of him.

- You're from the Uzumaki clan, since you've heard about our race and react so calmly. And Uchiha. Mom told me about you.

- You still haven't answered the question, and wouldn't you like to ask the name first before judging?

A good-natured smile confuses a white-skinned man who is obviously not used to a warm welcome ..

He nods happily.

- He managed to persuade me to let me go for a while to travel. With the status of chunin, I will be given other documents, and they are my goal, people like to complicate everything. So what about your name?

- Madara. Don't ask me why, I don't like it myself. Is the mother by any chance from the Hugo clan?

- Can you really know about her? I'm Tsukiko, prefer Hugo.

- Hinata.. Right?

- That's right. When I get back, I'll have another sister. She will have to inherit the title of princess.

Tsukiko didn't seem to think to hide his origin. Maybe even proud.. But it was impossible to read a single fraction of emotions on the face.

- And how it feels.. To be just a blot on the background of an unborn child?

- How does it feel to realize that you will not achieve the highest titles?

Initially taking the question to himself, Madara frowned incomprehensibly, folded his hands on his sides..

-If they don't invite me to the post of Hokage advisor soon, I'm going to get a jonin degree anyway. And then maybe they'll take a look at ANBU.. Although what am I telling you.

The man shrugged his shoulders. He sighed and added: "What do you care, your parents will provide for you"

- No. I apologize if I seemed tactless.

- Toneri really decided so? I'm sorry, I took a completely different tone.

- Yes. I don't dare to doubt my own parents for a minute. What about your parents? However.. I guess I'm meddling in my own business. - The dark-haired man sneered in response.

Madara finally managed to look out the window..

- We're probably late! Damn, damn, damn!

He gestured for Tsu to follow him.. The strange interlocutor agreed, because they did not give him any other choice.

You can't lose red hair in a crowd. But a leisurely companion - even as..

- Tsu, please, move faster!

..From the fact that he doesn't even like to be touched.

- Have you studied theory? In practice, I have no doubt, you are undoubtedly successful.

- Are you talking about ninja commandments and other rubbish? - Hugo tried very hard to go as fast as possible to keep up..

- Oh, yes.. Dad said that his teammate Sakura knew them perfectly well, which helped them pass in general. - Uchiha-Uzumaki grinned, struggling with the desire to push, and at the same time not to run into.. - Difficulties too?

- No. But it seems that you have.

Madara stuck out his tongue at this, trying to deny with all his appearance that he had problems with the theory. They simply could not be, studying in their family is also appreciated.

- I try to study diligently. Hardly.

In someone's understanding, "try to be diligent" means "to graduate better than the last two generations, if you do not include parents and their brother or mentor in the generation."

Uchiha-Uzumaki deliberately raised his head, now deliberately passing on in silence. It didn't work out very well.. But it worked.

..Now Tsukiko is drooping. He didn't want to hurt Madara, but he wasn't a master at communication either.

- Did I say something wrong?

- I don't like it when people doubt my abilities. That's all.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not really offended. But you should know that I am one of the best students of the stream. And a descendant of two legendary clans. However, my team lost one person quite recently..

- Dead?

- She took the documents, left the village without explaining anything. And I did it three days ago, not even in a month.

- Maybe someone died from her family?

- What did you say, "she died, from her died.". I don't know, okay? We've known each other for nine years! And you can't really get words out of her, but she's also used to us..

Madara snorted, clearly not going to continue the topic. Plunged into thought ...

- Can I replace her?

- Pfft, well, you asked in time, on the day of the exam, when the teams have already been approved. We would still have a sensei, that would be a joy.. And then forever "do not disturb outside of school time, do not ask stupid questions."

- His description also makes me sad.

- Well, that's why I have a father to train, and a bunch of his friends. As for your proposal, think about it yourself, it's just that we usually have two girls and one boy in our teams. Well, it happened.

The red-haired man shrugged his shoulders, finally approaching the gate..

Tsukiko didn't notice anything further from the moment he encountered the same red-haired girl.

"Beautiful as the sun" - That's how his father once answered him when asked what his intended would be.

- I've been waiting for you here for an hour, where have I fallen?! You're hanging out with your friends again! The exam is already in half an hour, Ari has been waiting!

- But who asked her to come an hour and a half before the exam!

The unfortunate Madara tried unsuccessfully to fend off his own sister, from whose iron grip few people got out..

- Save-help-rape!

- Mikoto, he is still alive for the exam, especially with an unfortunate replacement!

A short girl with expressive green eyes also had gorgeous red hair, standing between the two..

- You don't have to stare at me. Where did you come from and why did you appear?

Of course, Mikoto noticed that her brother's next new friend was looking at her without a shyness. But the origin was alarming..

- Tsukiko Hugo. To take the exam, of course.

- Well, a massacre to the death, so to the death. Madara, are you so confident in your ability to stay alive?

- I will be given weights and a certain list of prohibited techniques. It's stupid to fight in full force if you just kill the opponent instantly. And what about the name above, dear red-haired beast?

At first she just snorted. Later, she moved forward decisively.

- Mikoto Uzumaki-Uchiha. Don't you dare call me a beast, I'm above you in rank.

Tsukiko just patted the girl on the head, still smiling affably.

...And his ardor was cooled by a strong blow to the face. A minute later, Madara was lying on the ground next to him..

- F-for the future. Don't push up and don't call my sister that, she still had a light stroke. Oh fucking ..

The young man bent in half from the pain, without saying anything. It seems that this was not the first time, since he reacted so calmly..

- Do you have this often?

- Just try to be a nice guy. And if you want to get the location, be careful with compliments, act carefully and gradually ..

- What does she like at all?

- Power. That's it, stop whispering, get up, come on, it's about twenty minutes before the exam, and then they call you the most I don't want.

- Calling?..

- They're looking for you. - The red-haired man snorted.

Madara got up first, willingly extending his hand.

- And yes.. Are you going to wear a kimono?

Without further ado, Tsu accepted a helping hand, later turning out to be in the usual form with the help of technology.

- Mr. Ootsutsuki, let's go through, we will allocate you everything you need under the contract before the start.

- Just Tsukiko.

The young man willingly walked with one of the organizers, taking a more human form.

"So he could have turned all this time, but preferred to be stared at by everyone around? I would like to live with such equanimity and straightforwardness in life.."

Madara sighed, turning to Ari, who brought a replacement. This sad face, quickly changing to a cheerful one, had to be seen..

- I see you've recovered. This..

- I see that Hugo. What's your name, what's with the theory?

Affability turned into severity.

- Are you the captain of team number six? Well, it's not bad with her, although I admit that not everything is given.. Hatumi Hyuga.

The brunette bowed awkwardly. Apparently, she had heard about the origin..

- Welcome to the team.

"We were obviously lucky. Has Nagato-sensei decided to help his students for once? Otherwise, do not touch it outside of school, then do not approach, sign the exam papers yourself.." - The young man smiled warmly again.

- Madara Uzumaki-Uchiha. Yes, I'm the captain. Ari will need help with theory. We act quietly. What about the physical part?

- Uh.. I stretch my wrist forever, trying to move the nightstand.

He stifled a chuckle.

- I see.. Ari, you're a man again.

- Oh, well, I never thought of you as him.

- Put aside the banter over the captain. Come on, let's deign to listen to Nagato-sensei, I see him smiling for the first time in my life.

And indeed. In the distance, a familiar blond man in casual clothes waved at them.

- What's the truth? Maybe there will be a golden shower? - Lazily pulled Ari. - if that's what now and your sensei for this time. We're joking, of course..

- Yeah, with leprechauns on unicorns. Or maybe we're not joking, let's go already. This is our teacher, Nagato. The laziest and most untouchable Jounin.

It seems that Hatumi laughed with jokes.. Yes, not for long. The poor guy understood that she could only hope for a barely familiar, albeit friendly-minded team..

Also that man from Ootsutsuki.

- New girl? So far we have five minutes before the exam.. Listen to Madaru, and in general help the guys. I sincerely wish you all good luck, my children.

- But we stopped believing in you a long time ago, but for the sake of appearances, thank you. We'll talk about training after..

The young man waved in his direction, and the team silently followed him..

- Good luck on the exam, bro! - Mikoto has already reminded me of herself somewhere in the distance.

- You're lucky to sleep all day, too.

The captain was clearly puzzled.

Everyone knew the main stages. Theory-practice.

But every year something changes. Generation after generation is gaining experience faster.

"It will be a miracle if we don't come face to face with Tsukiko. With a sister against one, even younger, it's not so scary. What does he care about these weights, fluff.. Only the devil knows what will be used"

The door to the office slammed shut. No luck.

" Aand... None of mine are in the audience. Cool. Well, I'll hold my fists for the girls.. Wait."

Calm as a stone, Ootsutsuki was sitting at the desk right in front of him.

Yes, of course he is, with weights and notorious light purple eyes.

"The rest of us would know how unlucky we are. They were all waiting for the horned one.."

Despite everything, Madara nodded affably. And in response to him..

Here is the form with seven tasks. Nothing complicated, since no one needs to help in any way.

The infamous seventh task..

"Name the third largest village formed from the warring clans of several of the strongest families by Hashirama Senju"

"Aha, and the fact that Madara Uchiha participated there, for some reason everyone forgot. After all, thanks to their union, the village appeared.."

"Konoha"

The young man is already getting up from his seat, holding a piece of paper with written answers right behind his back, as if not noticing it. Sighs of relief are heard..

As it turned out, he wasn't the first. Several teams have already left.. And Hatumi.

- Are you done yet? Fine, I wanted to talk to at least someone.. With you - the best option.

The girl smiled back.

- Really? It's beautiful. Have you been approached by chance with a scroll?

- But I'm not the captain.. And so.. What do you do outside of school?

- I like to cook. It's my hobby, if that's what you mean. Madara shrugged his shoulders. - It's also cool to study, but not always. Heey, team six is here!

One of the organizing team approached them, handing out a scroll.

- The scroll must be saved. In case of loss - disqualification of the team.

- Rules?

- Survive. We wish you good luck!

The man took the scroll, immediately handing it to Hatumi.

- Unlike Ari, you don't have brute force to defend yourself. But you can anticipate attacks and warn. Yes, where is she...

Obviously, the captain was looking for her. The girl has no abilities..

Finally, the redhead showed up. So did Ootsutsuki along with her..

- We have another problem.

- Which one?

- Let's just say.. A stronger representative of the Hugo clan. He doesn't have a team, but he's worth three, believe me.. You can't let him in. If you notice, run. - Madara waved his hand to the other girl so that she could find them faster.

And so, a quick reservation of an uncomplicated plan. Who protects whom, what to do in an emergency.

-..The main thing is not to let the enemy get too close, but also not to lose sight. Do you understand everything?

The girls nodded to him. And the three of them headed towards the unknown..

- Where is your team?

- I don't need it.

The blue-haired man took the scroll one of the last, immediately in a couple of movements finding himself in the middle of the thicket ..

..The sixth team moved at some distance from each other.

[zalrb]

Damn Damn Damn😏🖤❤️‍🔥 I don't know if it went through but I read the first Stefan elena katherine fic loved every moment only thing I would like to see more I want Stefan to conquer more kinda how bonnie masters kai in your fics and I want to see him TRULY let go maybe some ripper dont get me wrong always love the edging anticipation you fo for his character gonna make a seperate one for telling you how much I LOVE the smut scenese and the difference between his curiosity with Katherine and Unbridled love for Elena and only you can write it no one understands his character all sides, layers of it like you Zal. The New York Victorian esque ball so like Stefan to do all that for his godess Elena super hot her claiming her Greek God in the bookcase we all love atonement 😏🥰and yes it perfectly goes with Stelena, reminds me will you ever write a part 3 to that Stelena fic with water or something like that I love the old times tension and lust sexual tension forbidden etc. Stefan and Katherine you make her way more interesting the way she was in season 2 but wayy more fucked up reeking havoc with the men like it was supposed to be done pretty cool still want to drown her I want Stefan to get his satisfaction of conquering her fucking her than killing her I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind going out that way just something to think about not True Blood like though ew. You always have epic ideas also I understand Katherine's the older vampire but I really want Elena to kick her ass and get Stefan back actually fight for him like she's meant to maybe bring some of her human bravery not "training" with Alaric BS but actual guts like season 2. LOVED the argument was so amazing how I could hear their voices, and the Gifs went perfectly! These fics sometime hit home though I had a male won't say katherine she's too timid/ selfish to describe him more like a lighter Rosetta when I read that fic or bonkai but less dark definitely know what it's like to have someone fuck with your body and mind but you give you a high from it cause it's all you know but you eventually realize it's sick and he's sick and your sick that line REALLY got me your writing perfectly captures those relationships without romanticizing it you simply write it for what it is I LOVE it. Loved your Jax and Tara fic too super cute high-school while still giving the feel of charming and the impending danger of The club my eternal favorite author hope you get published one day if you wish it cause you deserve it love you ❤️You should know by now I write ALOT😂 but SO happy to be back to your blog work was KILLING me business before pleasure sometimes.

Wow, thank you :)

I want Stefan to conquer more kinda how bonnie masters kai in your fics and I want to see him TRULY let go maybe some ripper

Yeah, that's definitely being worked up to, it's just a bit of a longer path because in a way, when Stefan truly let's go that's a huge win for Katherine and that's something Stefan will fight instead of just do but once he does conquer her, that's going to get dark because he doesn't love her so how is she going to handle him letting go and giving in and still not giving her his heart? She's going to lose it, haha. Which is another thing, Katherine is built up to be this master manipulator and planner and always being one step ahead but she is completely irrational when it comes to Stefan, so.

I want Stefan to get his satisfaction of conquering her fucking her than killing her I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind going out that way just something to think about not True Blood like though ew.

It's funny that you bring this up, not that I was going to do this, but as I'm writing this and as I was writing about no humanity Stefan and Elena, I was like, they need to tell me how dark they can handle because I remember writing a really dark BK fic because people kept asking for a dark fic and then I got responses like this was too dark, Zal, and I was like LOL k my bad.

You always have epic ideas also I understand Katherine's the older vampire but I really want Elena to kick her ass and get Stefan back actually fight for him like she's meant to maybe

haha well like deeply jealous Elena may also not think quite clearly and who knows maybe she can be like Caroline .

and Elena actually did best Katherine in 4x22, Stefan had to save her

[carleylyonwrites]

Ever since 2016, my evenings and weekends have been filled with theatre. And I don't mean watching it — I mean creating it. Directing, performing, dramaturge-ing (is there an actual word for that?), flipping from hanger to hanger in closets stuffed to the brim with vintage costumes, rummaging through mountains of props, building up confidence in bright-eyed young actors, pacifying my fair share of divas... and holding my breath as the music fades down, the lights fade up, and the play begins.

All of this was crammed into the hours of the day not occupied by a nine-to-five job. Theatre is not something I have to do. It's something I choose to do because of the joy it brings me. I've been asked many times over the years by family and friends, "Don't you get tired?" And my honest answer has always been, "No way. I love it."

But today, in the year of our Lord 2023, as a 30-year-old woman who's been involved in something like 17 productions since graduating from college, I am officially tired.

It's kind of weird when I think about it, because I know people twice my age who are hustling just as hard — if not harder — than I was, and they don't seem to be burnt out. Then again, what's that thing people always say, something about how "the only person you should be competing with is yourself"? Pretty sure someone said that. Once. Maybe. Anyway.

This doesn't mean I don't adore live theatre, or performing, or directing. It doesn't mean I want to stop forever. But life has taught me that when intuition speaks, I'm a fool if I don't listen. When I picture sitting down at my desk to block a show, when I imagine finishing up my day job only to jump in the car and drive off to a rehearsal that will stretch all the way up to (and nowadays, past) this gal's bedtime, I feel visceral resistance, with two simple words permeating every ounce of my being:

Maybe you've got something in your life that has burnt you out, like theatre has burnt me out. Maybe your intuition is telling you it's time to take a break. If that's the case, consider this your sign to listen to that intuition. I did, and after politely declining a few opportunities in 2023 that — while lovely on paper — sent my gut running for the hills, I feel like I've just taken one giant exhale.

Without any further ado, and because we love a list in this house, here is a list of five things I'm going to do this year with all the glorious spare time I'll have in light of my lil hiatus from the stage.

Number 1: Literally Nothing Jerry: "So uh, what'd you do last night?" Elaine: "Nothing." Jerry: "I know, 'nothing,' but what did you actually do?" Elaine: "Literally nothing. I sat in a chair and I stared." I firmly believe that we as human beings should be shamelessly vocal in our desire to do nothing. In 2023, I will be blocking off entire evenings to do nothing. Get home from work, make some dinner, futz around with jigsaw puzzles, rewatch Gilmore Girls for the billionth time. And if someone asks me, "Hey are you busy Tuesday night? Wanna hang out?" on a night when I've scheduled nothing, my answer will be, "Yeah, sorry, I'm busy Tuesday doing nothing." Here's the way I look at it: My husband and I want to have a child soon. This may be the last year for the foreseeable future that I'm not responsible for the survival, happiness, health, and well-being of a helpless potato sack (albeit a cute potato sack whom I will love with all my heart) of a human being. So yeah. I feel like I deserve a year where, several nights per week, I do absolutely nothing. Number 2: Read a Bunch of Books I used to avoid reading for leisure at all costs. There are a few reasons for this. First and foremost, I was usually too busy reading scripts so I could come up with production concepts, block shows, conduct research, memorize lines... all that jazz. Second, I hated the ergonomics of reading. I was always uncomfortable, and I was too busy fixating on my discomfort to process any of what I was attempting to read. And third, I have this thing where I hate the way pages feel between my fingertips. Sacrilege, I know. Then, a year or so ago, I gave an e-reader a chance. And dangit, if that thing didn't change the trajectory of my entire life.

I dislike Jeff Bezos as much as the next middle class citizen, so I gerrymander my ethics by adoring my sticker-covered sage green Kindle Paperwhite, drawing the line at actually buying books from Amazon. Instead, I've turned into a Libby app addict, renting the e-books from my local library. And you know what? I can live with that. Especially because it's led to an approximately 3,900% increase in the number of books I read annually. I set a Goodreads goal to read 30 books in 2023. It's Feb. 1, and I've already read 12. I'm no mathematician, but all signs point to yes, devouring works of fiction is a way that I actually want to spend my time. Number 3: Paint Silly Little Pictures I'll keep this one short, because there's really no big story to it. Painting is one of those things that makes me feel warm, fuzzy, and fulfilled inside. Am I an expert painter? No. Are there hundreds of millions of better painters than me in this world? Absolutely. Do the images I paint make my heart happy? Yep. They really do. There is something so darn cool about seeing a thing or a place in my head, and then creating it out of thin air. That's what painting is for me. I just love it, plain and simple, but I've so rarely had the time to sit down and do it regularly. This year, Imma do that.

Number 4: Climb (Fake) Rocks Physical fitness is the worst thing ever, period. I don't want to work out. I don't enjoy working out. I don't feel healthy or happy or accomplished after I work out. I'm also 30, and I'd like to, you know, survive for a while yet. So, against all odds, I found a workout routine that doesn't make me want to curl up in a dark corner and die: rock climbing.

Rock climbing holds a special place in my heart as the one activity in high school gym class that I actually enjoyed. And when an old college friend and I recently reconnected, and I found out they were a member at a climbing gym, I thought, "Hmm... maybe. Just maybe."

Am I any good at it? Hell no. But is it tons of fun? Is it a challenge that for some reason keeps drawing me back in for more? Is the chalk bag I bought very adorable and aesthetically pleasing? Do I feel kinda sexy and adventurous while doing it?

Hell yes.

And you best believe getting home from rehearsals at 10:30 or 11 PM every night was draining my already non-existent motivation to exercise well below zero. Thus, the year of no theatre becomes the year I try (and probably fail, but who cares?) to become a semi-decent climber.

Number 5: Make Music I'm pretty darn lucky to have grown up in a musical household. Both my parents can play the piano, and I started messing around on a baby grand (I know, right? Privilege for days) when I was about 5 years old. I'm no Mozart, and I'm definitely not the best pianist in my family, but I can play pretty darn well, and I miss the days where I used to be able to sit at the piano for two, three, four-hour stretches and just play. Stumble through sheet music with my mediocre reading skills, figure out favorite songs by ear, play old classics that my muscles refuse to forget. I never want to say to someone, "Oh, I used to play all the time, but I can't remember any of it anymore." So this year, we're setting aside designated time for piano therapy.

In January, I learned how to play "Rocket Man." Solid start. So maybe I shoot to learn one song per month. That'd be pretty cool. And if a song a month is too much, that's okay, too. The chance to even sit and improv for a few hours after work is something that completely fell by the wayside when evenings were all booked up, and on weekends, exhaustion caught up to me and deterred me from using any kind of creative energy. The idea of waking up early on a Saturday morning and plucking away, no schedule, nowhere to be, no one to tell me it's time to stop? Yes, please.

Well, I guess that's it. Or as the kids say (I think they say this?), "That's it. That's the Tweet."

Happy 2023, everyone.