#whoopsies i went on a tangent

[civettictis]

Request: Schrödinger on the Hyperion bridge, because Mihoyo hasn't done it yet.

General question: What got you into art in the first place? I know my account clearly has a gimmick, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate your other works, so I'd like to know the "why"

wip 4 u while i work on it!!!

As for the question, Honestly, it's hard to say. If I were to summarize, I suppose I'd say I'm just an interest*-driven artist, and I've always looked up to other artists' skills and the work that they can create.

*interest, both interest in the topic of art, and my own personal interests such as the media I enjoy.

I've been drawing digitally for about 6 years (I'm 18 now), and as far as I can remember, my drawings have always had something to do with my interests. Fanart, in general, was one of the things that really made me want to take art more seriously (sounds silly!), because I tend to get REALLY invested in my interests, and fanart or OC content has been a good way for me to have been able to express this over the years, as well as something I've always enjoyed seeing others create.

Even though the whole "being able to express my ideas and love for something through art" has been one of the main factors to keep doing art, getting better at it has always driven me. It's not really like the whole "I need to be better than everyone" thing, and more that I really enjoy learning about the different aspects of art, and getting a lot of knowledge on the subject itself. (Don't get me wrong, doing studies and stuff drives me insane, but ultimately it's something I enjoy. Seeing my art progress over time, and being able to express my ideas more accurately the more I learn is always nice.)

Generally, I've always been lucky enough to have the people I know being encouraging when It came to my artwork (regardless of how suboptimal my art has been from time to time haha) so it's been rare for me to genuinely consider quitting art, and I've also developed a few habits over the years, like how I usually tend to draw at least once a day without any reason for it, have it be a minor doodle or a complete piece. (Some years back, I filled out a "one sketch a year" sketchbook I was gifted, so that might be where the habit mainly stemmed from lol) Drawing is just something I do, at this point. It's hard to imagine me not drawing. Sometimes I even wonder if I'm doing art Obsessively, but I enjoy it regardless.

Overall, I just really like drawing stuff that haunts my mind, and always have👍👍👍

[pankomako]

sometimes media serves as an example of what NOT to do. now i say this thinking about a streamer committing too much time to an impossible task when he has more important things to do but genuinely this goes for a lot of media and people need to remember that

[hello7soone]

i really win in life knowing i look cute when i cry <3

[sommerregenjuniluft]

can you believe on twitter people are starting to make regulus be fem

*GASP* THEY DID WHAT??

dunno if fem stands for identifying as female or presenting more feminine but yeah i sure can and Actually what a coincidence, would you look at that nonny, i dug this out of the depths of my docs just for you~

enjoy 1.7k of fem regulus (that i wrote for the jegulus microfics a few months back that took a life of its own and i never finished lol)

It had started with a debt.

No, that’s not true– actually, it had started with Professor Slughorn.

He’d sat down on his desk—yes, on, not at, long colorful knitted robes fluttering as he maneuvered himself into a pretzel. He’s a very strange man, that one, Pandora wagers he’s possessed by multiple old spirits, Shakespear and Van Gogh being only two of them—and had tapped a finger against his temple conspiratorially, “I’ve cooked another something up for you guys in here.”

Whenever Slughorn cooks something up in that cauldron of a head of his it’s either brilliant bordering on manic genius or it’s entirely stupid.

The given assignment is to write a song and produce a music video for it. Their final this semester.

Which sounds easy enough, but Slughorn had stressed multiple times that he wanted to be wowed as he’d slurped on his open coconut.

Which means they’re gonna have to put in a shit ton of effort.

“Form groups of five and figure it out,” he’d clapped his hands twice and then slid off the desk and went to leave as students started moving around the room and erupting into hushed discussions.

They’d pretty quickly figured out that Barty and Regulus would come up with the lyrics, they’d done it often enough, sometimes by accident when the brownies Pandora occasionally baked were a whoopsie too strong. Evan had leaned back with a grin and told them not to worry about the soundtrack and Lily and Pandora had already fallen into a tangent about cameras and equipment and location, possible props and friends they could rope into staring.

That’s when Regulus had taken her snake bite piercing between her teeth to smother a mean grin at the idea that popped into her head.

She plops down on her brother’s usual table in the yards, chunky platform heels propped on the bench and long legs on display under her mini skirt. Drives a hand through her wild mane and smiles sweetly, “Hi Jamie.”

As expected, his jaw drops slightly as James’ gaze breaks eye contact and takes on sliding down Regulus’ form where she’s propped herself deliberately right next to his meal.

Another voice at the table pipes up before the object of Regulus’ attention gets the chance to, “What do you want, Reggie?”

Regulus tilts her head, curls falling over her shoulders, eyes not letting off her target, “That’s none of your concern, Sirius.”

James licks his lips, “Hi Reg, how can I be of assistance to you today?”

Regulus leans forward with a smile, noticing the way James’ eyes flit down her low cut shirt for a second, “Remember that one time you’ve dared me to let the whole hockey team drink body shots off me?” Voice honey thick, the Just so you could get a taste goes without saying.

Behind her Sirius chokes on his lunch.

But James’ grin widens and he raises an eyebrow intrigued.

Regulus cards her pale fingers through James’ messy, black hair, makes it just a bit more messy as he looks up at her through his rounded glasses with those baby cow brown eyes of his and the corners of Regulus’ lips tug, “I’ve come to collect my debt.”

Evan produces a banger beat over the course of a single all-nighter that Regulus and Barty write their songtext to, tipsy as fuck on vodka lemon sodas out on Regulus’ small as fuck student housing balcony in the dead of night, moonlight just bright enough to see the pen of what they scrawl down onto the paper of their sketchbooks.

Regulus had left Lily in charge of the planning of availability on the location and the hockey team and Pandora to come up with a range of outfits to choose from for Regulus and the boys.

Evan finishes the song in record time for Regulus to record the vocals to and when it’s mixed and ready Evan’s grin is so bright Barty drives the girls out of the studio to do whatever debauched things to his boyfriend on the couch in there which one, Regulus doesn’t want to worry her pretty little head about too much since it’s her fucking voice– and two, means the song fucking slaps.

Barty also comes up with a slutty and good enough choreo that’ll give the video the dynamic it needs and together the four of them sweat away a few afternoons blending into evenings in front of the mirrors while Lily does whatever magic she does organizing.

Regulus hates that she’s not into girls in times like this.

It takes some time, obviously, you don’t just finish a song overnight and it takes a few weeks until almost everything is ready for the video shoot.

Regulus is sitting curled up on her desk chair while Pandora absolutely just takes her fucking closet apart, Ipad in one of her tiny hands, the Greedy Pinterest board open.

There’s already a pair of trainers and another pair of pointy, glittery heels thrown haphazardly on the end of her bed over the formerly neat sheets as well as a pair of black overknees and a cute lace-y, sage green bra that Regulus didn’t even know she had.

“Here,” Pandora blindly throws something over her shoulder at Regulus. They’re some older, white basketball shorts with black highlights. “Put these with the heels and the green top.”

Regulus does as told, albeit an eye roll that’s nearly painful as Pandora throws some white Nike socks after her. “Those too, babe.”

Another few beats pass where Regulus is bored and Pandora is rummaging and then she says, “Oh. my. gods,” and turns with a shiny faux leather bra hung loosely on her index fingers and a bright smile on her face, “You absolute slut.”

Regulus takes the compliment and gives her a sweet grin and a wink.

Pandora’s eyes take on a milky quality and then she asks, “Can you still do a split?”

Regulus takes a step into the middle of her room and falls into a nearly perfect split without any warm-up.

Pandora rolls her eyes at the showing off, badly containing another smile, “Again, I love you,” and then, a more contemplating expression, “How much do you think you think you can milk James of that debt of yours?”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly looks down at herself where she’s still sitting wide legged and at ease on her bedroom floor.

Pandora’s grin sharpens, “Text him you’re gonna need an old jersey and matching uniform shorts of his.”

And Regulus does just that. And if she sends the demand on Snapchat with a picture of her still in a split that’s none of anyone’s business but hers and Jamie’s.

James, as captain of the hockey team, is courteous enough to let them in with his own keys early in the morning of the shooting day.

They check out the rooms and halls for good spots and start bringing in bags and setting up equipment.

And James is just…helping.

Sticking around the whole fucking day actually.

Xeno and Mary have joined at some point with coffees, donuts and breakfast bagels, bless their fucking souls.

And when everything is as set in place as it can be it’s time for Regulus to change into the first outfit and start filming and James is still just…there.

Hovering with the crew, jostling elbows with Barty and Evan and peaking over Lily’s and Pandora’s shoulders and throwing Regulus glances and toothy smiles from across the room, showing no intention whatsoever to leave and come back later with his fucking team.

——— NSFW

James encourages the jerky movement of Regulus’ hips against his thigh, grip unrelenting on her waist as he leans impossibly closer, dragging his thumb along Regulus’ plump bottom lip, “You’d come like this, wouldn’t you, princess?”

Instead of answering Regulus sucks the thumb into her mouth, laving her tongue around it sloppily and making James breath stutter on the exhale.

“Fuck, good little slut– so desperate for it,” James says as he watches the movement of Regulus’ lips transfixed, continuing to get her off against his leg, “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

And Regulus’ mouth drops around the sudden moan as her pace stutters, her eyes pricking with tears of the overwhelming toomuchnotenough and the degradation and sweet pet names and James’ lewd fucking mouth.

He pulls his thumb away and grabs at her ass with both hands, pulling their fronts flush together, two hard lines pressing at each other, “C’mon, princess, words.”

Regulus’ hands ball into fists at the front of James’ soft cotton shirt as she nods hopelessly, brows knit and voice husky, “Want you to fuck me.”

In the next blink James has her turned in his arms, palming at her stiff cock and pulling her ass back into him, his other arm coming around her front. Trailing faintly up her stomach, eliciting goosebumps, then grabbing at her breast and pressing a wet kiss on the side of her neck as a thumb brushes over a hard nipple behind the lace and Regulus groans.

“Be a good girl and stay down for me, yeah?” James rumbles into Regulus’ ear, nuzzling at the curls around her ear and the next moment there are calloused fingertips pressing into the nape of Regulus’ neck and she’s being pushed down against the counter.

James spanks her once across her right ass cheek for good measure it seems, another stay, and Regulus is helpless against the whine that crawls out of her, long hair falling into her eyes when her temple thumps against the marred, red countertop as James sinks to his knees behind her.

The hockey player palms at the swell of her thigh, right under the seam of her ass and kneads, warm humid breath puffing against Regulus’ entrance and she shivers against the exposure of the chilly air, whines something that sounds too close to Jamie and the man does nothing but keep looking and fucking chuckle. Bastard.

And then, “Oh, baby,” a groan and a bite to Regulus’ ass that has her whimpering pathetically, “Prettiest pussy, gonna get you all nice and wet for me.”

Regulus moans, and James hums as he dives in face first, grip strong around her thighs and tongue wet, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle open.

[ut-girl666]

also id like to think about a number of other facts.

now I haven’t actually read the comics yet (I SWEAR I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO) so please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I do know an amount, and it gives me so many thoughts on this matter:

one, actually Ratchet kinda treats pharma like trash even before all this?? Like, who tf do you know that is a genuinely good friend and doesn’t even say goodbye at the bare minimum when they hear their friend is going to a separate place bc their superior organized it that way, and they may not even ever see each other again, and instead dips as they’re talking to you?? I’m sorry that is such icky behavior from Ratchet. (This is so minor and dumb to get hung up on but it is important to me, bc Pharma probably considered him a friend or the closest thing he had to one, and Ratchet really just went and did that. icky to me.)

two, considering the circumstances, likely Pharma has had multiple psychotic breaks under the duress and stress he was under, and I can only imagine poor Pharma must have been blaming himself, and thinking he deserved this fate, knowing full well how much danger he was in, and he likely had no escape from, so much, at least at some point, because he put himself here, he made the choice, he made that deal with Tarn. this is all his fault, and he deserved whatever happened to him. (Whoopsie, tangent-) so all in all the stress got to him bad, and he ended up shattering into psychosis. and idk if it’s ever said what they intend to do to handle Pharma after?? but I doubt it was putting him in a hospital like he needs, which is what he needs. he does not need jail, he needs to be put in a mental hospital and on meds, for both the safety of others and his own. I am almost certain if someone simply got him psychiatric treatment and meds like necessary, he could with time eventually be redeemed like Drift was. And the fact that (again I could be wrong, please correct me if I’m mistaken) Ratchet and First Aid never consider that?? also icky.

Then with the whole fucking hands thing?? THAT IS A NEXT LEVEL OF VIOLATION OF BODILY AUTONOMY, AND IT’S RATCHET DOING IT?? yeah um if I knew about that why the fuck would I wanna be in his care after that. AND HE WAS GONNA DONATE PHARMA’S FUCKING HANDS TO WHIRL. like awesome, you’re doing something great for Whirl, but those arEN’T YOUR GODDAMN HANDS, TO BE DONATING. So the fact that Pharma was immoral in trying to get them back, is rightfully deserved, because Ratchet was also immoral stealing them in the first place.

Next up, with all due respect, it is in fact awesome that Drift was redeemed, and I love it! But the only thing that saved him from persecution is making a deal with Prowl. Finding Jesus™️ does not exempt you from the law, and is not a valid defense by any means for massive amounts of serial murder. Again, it’s awesome he went through the whole arc, and repented and feels bad about what he’s done, all in all excellent character w/fantastic development. But I am saying, legally speaking at least and a little bit morally, Drift has no leg to stand on against his far worse crimes than Pharma’s.

Pharma in contrast only committed those crimes because of the duress he was under from his deal (WHICH AGAIN, he made with Tarn originally to PROTECT his patients, from the DJD slaughtering everyone on Delphi.)/his psychosis, and absolutely never would have otherwise. Meanwhile Drift? He did all of that completely aware, no psychosis, no duress, nothing. Pharma has a defense, at least enough to put him in a mental institution that can help him. And likely before trial he would in some form have to be medicated, and yknow what I think would happen?? He’d wake from the psychosis and knowing what he’d done absolutely hate himself beyond belief, quite possibly to the point of being suicidal. {Because he had betrayed his patients, he killed them, when he was the one that had tried so valiantly for so long to protect and save them. That was his job, and he failed, betrayed his oath, and killed them. Why hadn’t he tried a little harder? Why didn’t he just turn Tarn down? Their deaths are all his fault, he’s no better than the DJD for what he’s done. He deserves to be executed. (< imagining/emulating Pharma’s thoughts.)}

Apologize for the tangent again. But onward: In short, we know Drift still hates himself for his past, and he repented and was redeemed, the whole bit - who is to say that Pharma cannot also go through the same, just through the power of medicine?

And also Ratchet treating Pharma like the absolute worst person in history ever while literally being married to an ex-infamous Decepticon aligned serial killer is so hypocritical of him.

And the fact of the matter is that realistically either drift or pharma is the standard for redemption in these comics. and either they both count, or neither of them do.

OKAY THIS IS PROBABLY THE LEAST COHERENT OR ORGANIZED THING - AND ESPECIALLY AS POSSIBLY MY FIRST META (idk if you’d call it that) - I’VE EVER WROTE ON HERE, AND PROBABLY IM NOT AS ACCURATE OR RIGHT AS I THINK BC I HAVENT READ THE COMICS YET BUT MY POINT IS OP HERE IS RIGHT, PHARMA IS ABSOLUTELY TRAGIC. AND IN SHORT I AM HAVING SO MANY THOUGHTS MY HEAD IS PRACTICALLY GOING TO EXPLODE.

and that is why I am deciding to fix the narrative by doing exactly that - putting him in a hospital and on medication. because pharma is tragic, and what he needs is help, and desperately.

Also, Ratchet, Drift, and First Aid, are all great characters, god I love them, but it doesn’t change that they also acted not the best with pharma, and I just think we should think about that more, too.

*holds you tightly by the shoulders until you're bleeding* haha funny joke about pharma's chainsaw hands. but you understand that pharma is actually a really tragic character? you understand that he did not work with the DJD willingly and was forced to harvest organs for them under the threat of the entire delphi outpost getting destroyed if he didnt? you understand that while his "crazy doctor DJD" reputation in the fandom can be funny he actually suffered a lot and it only makes sense he ended up cracking under the pressure and the venomous scrutiny from the people he once called his comrades? you understand that his life was literally just a horrible mess of incredibly unlucky coincidences made worse by his bad decisions, which he was making out of fear and self-preservation instinct? you understand how deeply fucked up ratchet stealing his hands and adaptus possessing his body really was and how extremely damaged he must have been? can anyone hear me? are you going to let me out of here now? i swear i wont lick the electrical outlets again.

[shesmyscar]

i hardly ever post original content on here anymore, but wanted to share my killing eve crochet project i finished the other day~

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga p2

part 1 is here :3

this post includes more excruciatingly long paragraphs so grab urself something and enjoy LOL

chapter 40 

i know they’re not interacting in this panel but i still want to bring it up.  i’m gonna give some context to this scene in case someone needs to jog their memory.  so basically, mei’s ability to command crows is what allows the staff to observe the students from afar.  however, gojo notices that there’s lack of footage where yuuji is and asks mei why that’s so.  she tells him that they’re animals at the end of the day so she can’t control what they look at.  he doesn’t believe her so he asks her whose side she’s on (for yuuji’s execution vs against yuuji’s execution) to which she responds with, “whose side?  i’m on the side with money, of course.  there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money.”  in other words, she’ll always choose the side that offers her more money because she doesn’t care about how morally “correct” or “incorrect” something is.  it’s not worth fighting for a cause that doesn’t benefit her in the long run which is why she views things that are unable to be bought (friendships, relationships, favors) as useless - they can’t be exchanged for money.  it’s clear that gojo knows she’s not on his side because he replies with, “spoken from experience!” or “i wonder how much!” (translation varies).  he says it out loud to perhaps let gakuganji know that he’s onto him.  i find it interesting how utahime is in the panel as well with a “?” to express her confusion at his words.  let’s overthink dissect that.  why is she there in the first place? if the message was to let gakuganji know that gojo is aware of his ulterior motives then a panel with gakuganji and gojo would have sufficed.  why add utahime with a question mark? 

here’s a personal headcanon of mine that makes no absolute sense, but who cares? it makes me happy LOL.  so let’s examine the panel.  gojo’s face is more simplified and cartoonish with a grey background on top and some sort of white bubble surrounding the three characters.  gakuganji is staring at utahime and gojo.  in the official viz translation, he replies to mei with, “i wonder how much!”  

normal and logical explanation: shading the principal by asking out loud how much mei was paid by him to avoid monitoring yuuji.

gojohime brainrot explanation: 

mei: “there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money”

gojo: (in response) i wonder how much utahime’s love would cost if it did have a price.

utahime: ?

you’re probably thinking i’m delulu (true) BUT HEAR ME OUT.  IT WOULD SOMEWHAT MAKE SENSE IN THIS CONTEXT...

mei’s saying seems to be what she lives by.  relationships, love, friendships, etc. do not matter to her as this is evident when she ultimately abandons everyone in shibuya to escape to malaysia, selling all her stocks before japan’s economy goes down.  she doesn’t care about anyone else.  she even takes advantage of ui ui’s adoration for her.  she contrasts utahime.  utahime is loved by her students.  children, especially teenagers, are picky when it comes to choosing the adults they admire and respect.  while everyone trusts gojo, they do not respect him because of his childishness and overall absurdity.  it’s refreshing to see how they always call him an idiot or have a -_- face when he’s around.  when akutami says everyone absolutely adores utahime-sensei, it says a lot.  we haven’t seen her interact with her students all that much, but she’s obviously close to them because she’s frequently arguing with momo.  even a closed off person like mechamaru wanted to keep her away from danger.  she most certainly expresses a lot of concern and care for her students, and gojo and her students can pick up on this. 

i’ve talked about this in every post LOLOL but there’s a reason why he went to utahime first to help him investigate.  utahime is a loyal person through and through.  she would never do something that harms the students even if she was offered everything in the world.  she values relationships above everything else.  besides her concern for the students, how else was i able to come to this conclusion about her character?  well, she got shoko to stop smoking because she was worried about how it might damage her friend’s health.  from these two details, it’s obvious that she’s the complete opposite of mei.  

maybe that’s why he calls her weak.  she’s too selfless and compassionate in a world where every sorcerer is for themselves.  the world is cruel as a sorcerer.  no matter how hard you try to fight, in the end, you’ll always die alone.  remember his talk with megumi after the baseball game?  after witnessing megumi pull a sacrificial bunt to help his teammates advance, gojo has a talk with megumi about his attitude and potential.  he says that being selfless and caring about others is not a bad thing, but in a world like this, where people always die alone, he is wasting his potential by being concerned with others.  it’s okay to be selfish.  this is why we see fierce independence in a lot of the sorcerers like mei, nanami, and gojo.  they each have their own reasons as to why they work alone, but it’s still a common characteristic.  i feel like utahime doesn’t have a selfish bone in her body.  i speculate that her selflessness is the exact reason why she is being held back.  during her mission to exorcise a grade 1 spirit by herself, the final task before being promoted to grade 1, she likely got distracted trying to help civilians out of danger and failed her mission.  he’s right when he says she doesn’t have the guts to be the traitor, utahime doesn’t have it in her to do something so boldly solely for her own benefit.  

after this long tangent, how does this relate to your headcanon, ootahime?  

as you know, love is not transactional.  you can’t pay someone to love you.  what if gojo is asking himself how much it would cost to buy her love.  hence, her confusion because she is oblivious to what he really means.  it could be probable because gakuganji is observing not only gojo, but utahime as well.  so what gojo says must involve her too, right?  

or she could just be confused because his words seem out of place because she is unaware of what gakuganji is doing behind everyone’s back.  that explanation makes sense for viz’s official translation but it doesn’t make sense when he says, “spoken from experience!” because his words make sense in that context.  he’s basically saying that mei’s beliefs must be based on her past experiences so he understands why she feels this way.  that’s an appropriate response to mei’s statement so i don’t see why utahime would be confused by this.  unless i’m interpreting this whole scene completely wrong.  in that case, whoopsies!  

let me know if you’re confused because i’m willing to clarify.  idk why but i found this really difficult to explain.  maybe because i’m reaching so hard haha

chapter 40

he finds any way he can to tease her.  they seem like a married couple watching a movie or something.  does he take pride in being the only person she doesn’t get along with?  i mean, she says it herself so he is aware she thinks he’s annoying, but he keeps picking on her anyway.  he doesn’t even pick on his enemies this much LMAOOO i think the only other person he likes to make fun of is gakuganji but he does so because he doesn’t agree with his views.  with utahime it’s different.  he trusts her a lot and even looks out for her.  

chapter 44

why are there two separate instances of gakuganji observing utahime and gojo’s interactions from afar?  nah i’m just playing.  he’s just looking because he’s concerned she’ll run into the semi-grade 1 curse he had for yuuji.  OKAY BUT I NOTICED SOMETHING KINDA CUTE?  whenever utahime says something suddenly, he always has those 3 little triangles near his head.  it’s like he’s thinking, “oh!  utahime is speaking, i must listen <3″  look at his face too.  he’s looking at her like :O

this is also an example of her showcasing her concern for the students in front of gojo.  i feel like he questions why she’s so caring because if it were him, he would have left the student to figure it out themselves.  i really wonder how she would react if he answered her truthfully when she asked what he’d do if she were the traitor.  

chapter 45

there’s not much to say here...they’re just cute.  i know it’ll never happen but i’d like to see them fight side by side one day.  i’m aware that gojo works best alone but i just want to see how they’d work together, okay? 😔

chapter 45

see the little triangles on his head again?  UGH SO CUTE.  

chapter 45

IS THIS NOT INTENTIONAL???  they share the same thoughts.  he even finished her thought.  mannnnnnnnnnnnn what is akutami doing?  giving us false hope and stripping it away just for fun?  making them work so well together for what??

chapter 52

cute how he looks out for her.  i have nothing more to say LOL

chapter 53

notice how they’re sitting across from each other?  HEHE

chapter 53

yet another instance of her caring for her students in front of gojo.  in the anime she has the cutest expression when she says she’s glad the students are safe.  i bet gojo saw that too.  i also bet that she looks prettier from his point of view.

extra

from the manga and light novels, gojo and utahime are the ones that talk about sports the most.  he most definitely chose baseball to cheer her up.  it’s not a coincidence people!  

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i feel like i had a lot more to say but i completely lost my train of thought while writing this, especially with chapter 40. i’m once again writing this at 4 in the morning LOL........  please please please add on or share your thoughts!  thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes.  

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello!! I was hoping if match-ups are still open, I'd love to give it a shot! ⭐ I'd say it's a little tricky to describe who I am since I'm very used to just taking to heart how other people describe me- usually people say I'm very bubbly, outgoing and extroverted and while I do have a very long social battery I only like spending a lot of time with close friends and families and I don't like going out of my way of switching up my routine. I would also say I'm not adventurous on my own since that stresses me out. I'm SHORT (4'11") and I dress VERY femininely and it's very easy for anyone to spot me because they see a pink/pastel blob approaching from the distance. I always love wearing bralettes and skirts and glittery make up. Also I'm not very self-aware of my body ONCE I'm out and oh man there's been a lot of times where my skirt was blowing or my shirts ruffled. My friends (or strangers) always have to let me know about fixing that whoopsies. So if there was a bimbo element to me it'd be that. In my free time I focus mostly on drawing and creative writing, I also like focusing a lot on listening to my music and creating playlists or reading poetry. I also like rotating my hobbies with crafts, I like making jewellery, sewing clothes, etc. and I'm also a very generous gift giver for my loved ones and I always try to add a handmade element to gifts every year. In terms of my background, I'm (almost) done my bachelors degree in Communications and I major in a specialty program that focuses on humanitarianism with digital design, I also took a couple of background courses on psychology (focusing on mental illness, neurodivergence and theories of personality) to help out what I need to know in my program. I've also spent a long internship on helping out with some non-profit organizations and learnt a lot there. I often find myself around a lot of 'introverted' people and I like being around those that are strong conversationalists, I like speculating about the world and thinking about niche things in detail. I also like trying to put in my best effort to help improve the lives of my loved ones and I want to see them flourish (unfortunately it does take out a lot of my social battery than I realize). If I had to put myself as a civilian IN the MHA world, I'd be someone that's awfully perceptive on how hero society has failed a lot of vulnerable people and that there's this large misunderstanding (and lack of support) for villains and why they do the things that they do. I'm heavily concerned how that doesn't seem to be changing any time soon and it results in ME feeling like I should be doing something about that instead. I guess I have a natural yearning and calling to help those that don't have a good support system because I know what it's like to feel at rock bottom, as I grew up with anxiety and depression (luckily I know how to take care of myself now and how to handle that). Despite all that, I feel a lot of people describe me as someone that's optimistic and it helps push them forward. Hmmm I guess some other things about me is that I do have a decently big friend group where my girls are pretty protective of me since they kNOW I'm inclined to find the most emotionally-damaged blorbo ever. If I ever had to introduce my partner to them, they'll tear them to shreds (in a good way) but oh man are my friends sassy. hgoiwehgew sorry I realized I went on a tangent there, anyways thanks in advance if you get to this question! I also love reading all the match ups you've already done for everyone they're fantastic :))))

(I really appreciate the love from everyone that gets these. It’s me that should be thanking ya’ll instead haha. Sometimes I feel they’re a little repetitive in their format so it does my anxiety good to know I’m still making people happy with the content haha)

Match-Up #10

-I match you with Jin Bubaigawara-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Every time without fail you were going to see this man at the same time on the same days during the week. You met him at your favorite corner store (and likely the only store in the city that held a special snack you discovered by accident when you stopped in there one faithful day. Well you suppose it must be his favorite store too right? The man that came in here to buy his cigarettes. One day you ended up talking to each other. Your hand reached to grab the last snack from the shelf and bumped into his hand lightly. “Huh?” He paused and pulled his hand back before looking at you for a second. “Ah, my bad. You eat these things too?” He asked as he reached to grab the pack off the shelf and hand it to you. “Don’t blame yah. These things are damn good. Caught them by accident last weekend when I was hungry and bored.” He spoke to you. “Oh uh yeah...these are really good. I didn’t know you liked these. I see you a lot and usually you’re buying a pack of those smokes back there behind the counter. I’ve never seen you grab anything else before.” You smirked at him and he chuckled. “Yeah, that’s because you haven’t seen me at night. The names Jin by the way. Jin Bubaigawara. And you?” He reached out to shake your hand. “Y/N.” The two of you ended up sitting at one of the tables outside of the store and chatting with each other. To him you seemed a lot more energetic about stuff than he’d be himself. It was a little funny (and cute) watching and listening to you go on and on. Eventually you two became rather good friends with each other. 

-He admitted he liked being around you. He knew it was a big deal when you offered to hang out since it was a switch in your routine you’d otherwise ignored had it not been for him. Often times the two of you would just meet up to talk around some pond or lake somewhere or maybe even just sitting in his car in the parking lot and listening to music while munching on snacks together. Other times he’d be over at your place doing his own thing while you worked on art or writing. Sometimes the two of you would call-in for dinner and watch some dumb show on your couch (or mostly on a blanket pile on the living room floor. At first he was comfortable being just friends with you. He felt like there was a protective aspect to it somewhere. Sometimes he’d have to fix your clothes riding up in public and he got genuinely angry if some asshole tried to holler (hit on you). He became rather defensive of you, often waiting for the day to knock some loud mouth out if they commented on your height or your cutesy fashion sense compared to him. Probably about a week or two after your last hang-out session he was tossing and turning in his sleep. He woke up with a start and realized that he had feelings for you. After a wild argument with himself he finally decided to confess to you over text message. You read the message and didn’t send anything back. He was devastated until the next day when you showed up at his door with a handmade bracelet just for him. You accepted his feelings and he was over the moon after that!

-Although he can tend to be a little odd sometimes it was still really nice being with him. Dating him was like dating two (or maybe even three) different people at a time all in one body. Sometimes he was introverted, quiet and hard to read. You could never know what he was thinking as he stood by the window smoking and staring at the birds making a nest in the tree nearby. Even if he was quiet, you still knew you could talk to him and he’s quickly respond back. Other times he was all over the place, bouncing with excited and talking off the walls about different things here and there. Then came the more interesting conversations he had when his personalities seemed to be at debate. Those were rather funny to witness when he was in a good mood of course lol. 

-He liked who he was when he was with you. You listened to his gripes and complaints about how society has treated him. You went as far as to offer your help in the League movement but you know he wasn’t going for that! You responded to him like he was a person and not just some filthy villain on the streets. You treated him with such kindness that his heart felt like it would swell and burst at the seams any minute now. You read poetry to him, sewed up his ratty and tattered clothes, loved him in all the ways he didn’t know he needed or that he thought he didn’t deserve. He tried his best to return the favor. He was affectionate with you (all of him), and he supported you even on your worst days. Sometimes if you maybe come home stressed or tired from your school or work he tends to communicate with tight hugs that take your breath away. He also makes sure to motivate you to continue your studies till the finish line, but he won’t put down on you if you EVER needed to take a break between then too. 

-The only thing he has a rough time with at first is meeting your friends. He’s not angry or sensitive, but somewhere oddly in between. You take him to meet them at first when he’s mostly...himself. No mask or anything on his face. He can handle it for the majority of the lunch date but he definitely has a hard time understanding the vibes they put off. “Do they hate me or not???” He questions you later that evening when you get home and you just laugh before reassuring him. The next time he meet them is when he’s more energetic and bubbly. Maybe then he does a little better with the sass. He can give it back 10 times better and he also takes jokes very well too. Lucky you to have a guy like this at your side!

[fanfictrashdump]

Universe in a Jar, 10 | Phase 4 fic

Recap: Some days ago, I reblogged this post about the magical trio. And then my brain went off on a monumental tangent and, I wrote Universe in a Jar.

Characters: Stephen Strange, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Wong, Shang-Chi, Katy, OC

Rating: T?

Summary: Baby-sitting beings arguably more powerful than him goes awry for Doctor Strange. He knows one person who can possibly keep them isolated and out of trouble. Well, he knew someone who could… he hasn’t seen them in decades and for stupid reasons.

Warnings: Language! Emotional trauma, grief, psych holds, interventions, bilgesnipes, depression spiral, mentions of the concept of self-harm, hunger, food, and a pure soul I would die for. It's not a fun chapter? Oh, but kitten!

Chapter Summary: Stephen still needs therapy, but he certainly doesn't want to seek it. He's pretty much the equivalent of the "This is fine" meme.

Previous Chapter

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Tip-toeing was possibly the best way to describe how the entire household (god, who the fuck would describe this hot mess as a household) in the week following what was now being affectionately called "the whoopsie". The name had been reached for when Stephen couldn't stop crying every time the words multiverse, TVA, siblings, and banana, were uttered. Of course, no one but him knew why banana was triggering, but it was what it was. They avoided the bedroom he had holed himself in, fed him like a prisoner through a crack in the door, and tried to give him his space. Meanwhile, the world kept disintegrating around them, more and more Universes clashing with their own and up to them to fetch Wong and try to figure it out.

Persephone was reminded of the awful time after Donna had died. It had been a month of Stephen locked in his dorm room, making terrible decisions for himself and a pretty ugly one-woman intervention… She was not eager to do it all, again, but…

"Stephen?" She tapped her fingers gently upon the door, knowing that he was awake and hyperaware of them moving about the manor. "Can I come in, please?"

"Depends, are you going to threaten to commit me if I don't?"

She scoffed, drawing a deep breath to keep her calm. That was what she had done last time and clearly, he was still not over it. "I make no promises, you know that."

After a beat, she could hear him scramble off of her old bed and teeter to the door. She could feel him hesitate when it came to turning the knob, but after a minute, his face was visible through a crack.

His hair was sticking in every possible direction and his beard had started to take on a consciousness of its own. Dark bags lined his eyes which were, already, dangerously red and puffy. In his arms, he held the little ginger tabby Flerken he had made friends with in the barn. The creature was affectionately pawing at his chin, none the wiser that the friend he had ensnared was definitely depressed.

"I'm alive, I'm eating, I'm not self-harming. Can we skip grippy sock jail?" His eyes didn't quite reach hers as he shuffled awkwardly at the door.

"Could you please come out for a while? We could really use your help."

"With what?"

"Er… some sort of space lizard? Loki called it a bilgesnipe. They're ruining the corn crop."

He put what Persephone recognized as his thinking face, though his fingers were busy petting the kitten-shaped creature. There was no complaint from said creature. "You guys can handle it. My ring is on the kitchen counter if you want to use it."

"Stephen–" The door closed before she could get the rest of the protest out. She tried her best to be gentle and loving and give him time to process, but there was definitely something about killer alien beasts that really cut her patience thin. "Fine! I'll get Wong."

"Don't get Wong!"

"Well, if you're not going to be any help, I need Wong!" She waited to see if there was any additional response before groaning in exasperation and running downstairs. "Guys, can you help me figure out how the hell this works so I can help?" She called over her shoulder at Loki and Wanda who were definitely drowning in protecting the house from the creatures who swarmed in the hundreds on her farm.

"If that third-rate hack can figure it out, I'm sure you can, too," Loki called back. When Seph turned to look at him, the side of his face was scratched and bleeding in places. He had, at some point, acquired a sword and was covered in thick black blood.

Persephone scrambled, slipping the sling ring on and watching the orange sparks cover the entirety of the house. Some of the bilgesnipe retreated at the light, others were bolder and weren't bothered. Panicking at this point, she grabbed the doorknob to the pantry and thought exceptionally hard about the Sanctum. When she opened the door, she found the warm, neutral tones of stone and brick, along with the rows and rows of books of the Sanctum library. It was a pity that she did not have the time to pick out another book or two at that moment, and instead took off running down the hall.

"Wong!" She called down the hallways and rooms. At some point, she would ask why the actual fuck this place was so big, but for now, all she needed was to find–

"Persephone?"

Seph skidded to a halt, crossing into the West Wing of the Sanctum, and turned to face the voice. "Oh, thank fuck."

Two more figures joined Wong's side. "Seph?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Shawn."

"Perse-pants!"

"Hey, Katy! Um… not that I'm not thrilled to see you but, we have a situation."

"How do you know Wong?" Shawn had zeroed his sights on her.

Persephone sighed. "Dude, I do not have the time to do this, right this second. Wong, I need you. Right now."

"Oooh, sounds saucy."

"Not the time, Katy." There was a beat of silence where they all just stared at each other. "Sometime this century would be great!"

"Right, right!"

Wong took off in a run, Shawn and Katy tagging behind and back through the doorway Persephone had made. When they emerged on the other side, it looked like the battle against the bilgesnipe was falling in favor of the beasts. The floor shook with their stampeding footsteps around them, debris falling left and right as windows broke and trees had fallen.

"Where is Stephen?" Wong yelled, wrangling two of the smaller ones trying to nip at Wanda.

"He's indisposed."

"He hasn't gotten out of bed, has he?"

"Nope! Duck!" A massive tail swept over them and just barely missed wiping them out. "I have his sling ring, though."

"Can you make portals with it?"

"Nope. I haven't gotten that far with it."

"Then don't waste your time," he gruffed, trying to assess the situation before concocting a plan. "Loki, take the east. Wanda, north. Shang-Chi, round them from the greenhouse. Get them to move towards the garden. Hale, could you trap them there?"

"I can try?"

"Good enough. Let's go!"

Everyone took off in a run, dodging teeth and tail and poison. Persephone had barely managed to snatch Katy and shove her in the direction of the house over her protests of just give me a bow. The bilgesnipe did not like being herded, that much was certain. But with little option as to where to go, they started moving towards the garden. She briefly lamented the fate of her heirloom tomatoes the second the first giant paw stomped on the vines, but it was better than losing everything else.

Learning new skills on the fly was the specialization of her med student days but the stakes were never 'succeed or get eaten'. As creatures started moving to the designated spot, she managed to corral them in a box that was quickly becoming too small to contain the masses. Wong intervened then, a portal opening beneath the box and dropping it through the ether back to whatever realm he had chosen to dispose of them in. Slowly but surely, they had all disappeared in a similar fashion.

Exhausted and wounded, the group shuffled back into the house. Persephone stepped into the kitchen to find Stephen in his boxers and a t-shirt, drinking orange juice directly from the carton while Katy chatted happily, a million miles a minute.

"I found this fella in here!" She pointed at Stephen with a huge grin. "I'm guessing he doesn't do the fighting thing, either."

Stephen scoffed, taking another sip of orange juice to prevent himself from saying something Seph would definitely not approve of.

Wong took the liberty of sitting at the kitchen table before giving Stephen the once-over. "Shang-Chi, Katy–this is the Sorcerer Supreme." It sounded a little bit like an insult.

"Oh, we're fucked. I mean, no offense, dude."

"None taken, bro."

Seph narrowed her eyes. "Stephen–"

"I didn't say anything."

"You know what I mean."

He pulled a sardonic pout. "Aww, did I hurt your fling's feelings?"

Shang-Chi raised his hands in defense. "Look, man, I don't know what the deal is but we just tagged along to help. Katy, Seph, and I go way back–"

For some reason, the innocuous phrase made him unreasonably angry. "Yeah, I bet you do."

Stephen reached over to snatch the sling ring out of Seph's hand, bright orange aura immediately glowing from his palms and around the orange juice carton. Across the kitchen Shang-Chi stepped into a fighting position, rings glowing equally bright as they wrapped around his arms. Katy was starting to mumble Hotel California under her breath.

"No." Loki marched between them, scowling. His hand grasped Stephen's arm as if he were nothing more than a tantrumming child. "No." With no other explanation, he forcibly dragged the doctor behind him, ignoring the plethora of dark oaths he had ready in protest.

"So, when you said he was on the mend?" Wong turned to Persephone.

"He's eating now…"

"The world is falling apart, Persephone. We can't have a Sorcerer Supreme who–"

"What do you want me to about it, Wong? I can't exactly tell him to get over it and move on." She raised a single finger when the master went to protest. "Don't even dare." She sighed. "Look, I assume you need his help. Just… give me a half-hour and I'll try to get him cooperative enough to talk. He's probably hungry and god knows he needs to shower in this decade. Let me see if I can put a little kindness in him, OK? No promises, though."

"Do what you can. We'll wait here."

"Oooh, give him this!" Katy rifled through her pockets and pulled out a half-melted Butterfinger. "These are my go-to's. You can't not be happy with these in your belly."

"That's really sweet, Katy. Thanks."

Persephone grabbed a handful of snacks from the cabinets before reclaiming the forgotten juice and making her way up the stairs. When she opened the door to her old room, Loki was leaning against the wall beside the door, while Stephen lay in a ball on the bed with his back towards them. Rolling her eyes, she dumped all the food, including the happily donated Butterfinger in front of his face.

"Eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Wasn't a question. Eat."

"I don't want to."

"Stephen Vincent Strange, I swear on both our mothers' graves, if you make me force you to put something in your body that isn't a mouthful of orange juice, so help me god–"

"What? What are you going to do about it?"

"You know exactly what I will do about it."

"You don't have the guts."

"And you better fucking hope Regional doesn't have Hastings as the Psych Attending, anymore. Do you really think I'm any less brave than when I was a stupid nineteen-year-old?"

Stephen turned to look over his shoulder. Seph had her phone out, screen facing him with the number dialed and ready to connect. Stephen didn't feel sure enough to call her bluff and instead shoved a cracker into his mouth. His stomach gurgled loudly like he had spent the better part of the week poking at his food and giving the rest to the kitten. He hesitated at the candy bar.

"Where'd this come from?"

"Katy. She said you'd feel better after having it."

"Oh, your boyfriend's girlfriend. Great."

"I don't know what their deal is and Sean and Katy were my patients, asshole. I did six months of my Residency in San Francisco, which you would've known if you hadn't been such a dick to me. Now, eat." She marched beside him and held her hand out. "Sling ring."

"No."

"Again, not asking. Sling ring."

"You can't–"

"Either you give them to me or I take them. And yes, I mean your sling ring and your spare. Now, hand them over." Two rings were deposited in her palm with a grumble and a snicker from where Loki was standing. Her head swiveled to the corner of the room, where the Cloak hovered quietly. "Emergency pair. Where?"

The Cloak rustled, almost sheepishly, before unfurling. It glided over to drop another two rings in her hand.

"Don't give her all of them!"

"Stephen Vincent Strange, out of concern for your safety–"

"I'm not hurting myself."

"–and of others around you, you are hereby under 72 hrs watch. And, of course, this isn't a hospital and this isn't court-mandated, but hospitals don't have magical wards that won't let you go outside or open the cutlery drawers for the next three days." Entirely ignoring the poisonous look being given to her over a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter, she made her way to the door. "Oh, and you can't get rid of your therapist by sleeping with them, this time around, either. Loki, can you get him in the shower and downstairs within the next half hour?"

"Yes, of course."

Twenty minutes later, Loki had fetched her from the sitting room, where the rest of the group had convened over coffee and snacks. Wong had cleared most of the damage to the house and the rest Loki was going to take care of if Stephen was still out of commission.

With a nod and a quick excuse, she climbed the stairs by twos and ducked into the bedroom. Stephen was fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and sticking to his face in places. His robes were wrinkled in spots but he looked leaps and bounds better than what she had left him. In his arms, he still held the Flerken, ginger fur damp, as if he, too, had taken the mandatory shower.

Seph leaned against the door. "Hey, honey. What's–"

He squeezed the kitten, much to its loudly-purring delight. "Do I have to?"

"You just have to listen to them, bub. Maybe you'll think of something they haven't. Any of us could. Wanda, Loki, and I don't know what this is about, either."

"Can I take Bilbo?"

It took her a moment longer than she would have liked to realize he was referring to the little tuft of hair in his hands. "Little guy who went on an adventure?"

"Yeah."

"You're such a dork, I swear." She laughed, shaking her head at his train of thought. "Sure. I bet they'll love him." She jerked her head outwards but before she could start the journey downstairs, an arm wrapped around her waist and squeezed. A little fuzzy thing tickled at her neck. "You know I don't have the rings on me, right?"

"I know."

Her hand reached back to card through his hair. "OK. Just making sure you weren't trying to steal them."

"I love you. I'm OK, I'm just sad." He buried his face in her hair to mumble. "And I'm hungry."

"I know, honey." She turned to kiss his cheek. "Come on. We'll do this quick and have dinner. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Peep."

"You're very welcome."

[talluvx]

a psa for grades

Can I ask something? From one student to another? When you have a friend that tells you that they’re worried/scared/nervous/disappointed about how their grades aren’t as good as they feel they should be, please don’t respond with saying that your own grades are lower, so they should be relieved. Actually, please don’t bring up your own grades at all.

That’s not comforting at all. Or at least, it isn’t from personal experience. 

It doesn’t matter if the class average was a D, and the person in question got a B, or they had straight A’s in all but one class, while your own grades were lower. It may be a bit insensitive to the person attempting to bring comfort, but I find no comfort in it at all. Someone else’s grades doesn’t affect the final letter that people bring home to their parents, or even themselves. And, it also adds in an extra element of guilt- Why do I deserve to be disappointed when my friend is telling me that they’re worse off?

I do understand that it is an attempt to be sympathetic, but frankly, that’s always posed another factor of stress for me. In these situations, I do believe that compassion is more important than sympathy- it is more beneficial to show up for your friend instead of just telling them that they’ll be fine.

I do not have strict parents. My friend has incredibly strict parents, who are- admittingly- abusive. I have a friend who get hit when she doesn’t bring home straight A’s, and even though she is intelligent, she sometimes has B’s. And it’s so much harder for her because I know her little sister gets praised for C’s and D’s. It is not helpful to bring up my own grades. It is not helpful when someone says that they did the same or worse as her, so she shouldn’t worry. We once has a research paper that everyone in class failed, but she managed to get a B. Her parents were still angry at her. My lower grade would do nothing to comfort her or change the fact that she’s not bringing an A to her parents. Me having a lower grade has nothing to do with her own personal set of expectations and the fact that the grade she got had failed them.

The fact that she still has one of the highest GPA’s doesn’t matter to her parents, and it doesn’t change her situation at home. And it makes her feel bad to complain when people are telling her that she’s better off. I cannot relate to her situation, but I can do my best for her. And you know what does help? Buying her a cookie during lunchtime because her mom won’t let her go out after school, listening to music she likes while doing coloring books that I shoved in my backpack, spending a lunchtime with her in a classroom and organizing everything after we worked up the courage to talk to the teacher- things that she likes and she has complete control over in the moment. 

It’s embarrassing for the person to bring up their grades when they think they’re horrible, even if you think they’re decent, so just live your life with your friend the same as before final report cards were given out. 

Also, it doesn’t matter whether these expectations are placed onto you by your parents or not. It is very common for people to be worried because of their parents, but it can be equally disappointing when they were expectations set upon yourself, by yourself. 

And usually, when you have these own personal expectations, there’s a lot of nerves when thinking towards the future. I’ve feel that. There’s a looming feeling of “I’m never going to be able to get anywhere in life unless I have a 4.0 GPA.” You’re not crazy for being worried, and you’re not being selfish or stuck-up or petty for wanting perfect grades despite not having outside pressure to do so. It is important to set up personal goals, and sometimes they are hard to maintain. With anything, not just grades, it is extremely disappointing and nerve-wracking when you don’t meet an expectation because there was a reason you placed it upon yourself in the first place.

That all being said, please do not disregard sympathy. I do place compassion higher than sympathy, because I often find that people’s attempts to be sympathetic turn into a guilt fest, or they just don’t understand enough, but there is a comfort in knowing that someone understands you or is going through the same thing.

And I do think that trying to provide comfort in these situations is difficult. Sometimes, all you think you can provide is the fact that you did worse. But for the other person, it may feel like their concerns are just being brushed off.

Just, please don’t try and compare your grades. That’s a high ask; I feel it is, at least. And honestly? When teachers say that life isn’t a competition- I think that’s ridiculous. They hand back exams in the order of scores, display the ranks of GPA’s on bulletin boards, accept applications based off of you compared to another student. I get anxious for the future because it feels like a large part of life is just- Am I better than the other person? Is that enough? It’s ridiculous! Teachers constantly pit students against each other!

I tutor a middle schooler in math. He’s a bright kid, and doesn’t really need my help. But he failed last year. I spent twenty extra minutes past our session time to teach him long division with multiple examples with and without remainders, and now he has straight A’s. People are constantly falling through cracks, and it’s not because they aren’t working as hard or that they’re stupid. There just isn’t enough accommodation.

I went off a little tangent (whoopsies), but basically, it’s hard to not compare yourself with others, whether or not you’re the one who thinks they failed, or the one comforting the first person. So, here’s my guideline on what to do:

Your grades were higher? Don’t mention them. I hope this is self-explanatory.

Your grades were the same? Gage the person’s situation. If it isn’t harsh, than it may be something the both of you can feel pity over and also laugh about. The both of you are in the same boat, so the person won’t feel as guilty.

Your grades are lower? Don’t mention them. They could start to brush off their own worries as insignificant out of guilt. If lower grades is all you have to offer, please gage the person’s situation. Maybe it’ll be funny enough to make them smile a bit. But try to avoid the topic.

This was just my personal opinion from past experiences, so if you have something you’d like to add, or something you disagree with, please tell me :)

And thank you for reading thus far. 

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

Can I get uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh ♣ ?

from the non-sexual intimacy asks, this would be back scratches! and i’m gonna assume bees since you didn’t give me a specific pairing, but i’m pretty sure that’s alright with you XD

annnnnd whoopsies i got carried away!!! but anyway, here it is <3

AO3 link here!

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Yang had been looking forward to Team RWBY movie night for the past sixteen years. Well, okay, not really. But the past couple of weeks had dragged on in a slog of training exercises, tests and practical exams - and Yang, for one, was exhausted.

But that wasn’t the main reason she felt mounting excitement over the prospect of movie night in the dorm. No, in fact, her main reason was a lot more selfish and close to the heart. Because last time, about halfway through whatever movie they’d picked to watch (Yang didn’t remember which because of this simple fact), Blake had curled up into her and had fallen asleep in her arms.

It was an experience that Yang was hoping to repeat, for reasons she wouldn’t quite admit to herself. Though their team dynamic during their first semester at Beacon had been knitting steadily together into a cohesive unit, there was… something different between her and Blake. And, as badly as she wanted to explore it, she kept these thoughts and not-quite feelings to herself, lest one thread unravel and ruin the whole tapestry. 

“Alright team RWBY!” Ruby declared, unceremoniously dumping her blankets and pillows down onto the floor. “Operation Make The Comfiest Blanket Fort Ever Known to Man is now in session!”

“That’s not a very high standard,” Weiss huffed, extracting herself from the blanket that buried her. 

“Huh?”

Blake nodded, shrugging in Weiss’ direction. “Weiss is right,” she said.

“Okay, not something you hear often,” Yang teased, tossing a pillow in Ruby’s direction as a taunt. It her squarely in the face, making her grumble in annoyance.

“I just mean,” Blake continued with an eye roll that Yang could hear in her tone despite being on the bunk above her. “That saying to make something the comfiest thing known to man isn’t going to be very comfy.”

“So you’re saying,” Yang interjected, swinging her torso down over the railing so that she poked her head to look at Blake upside-down from above, “that we should make this the comfiest pillow fort known to… say, women?”

Blake fought a smile from appearing on her face as she stared up at Yang, but it was a lost cause. “Sure,” she grinned. “I suppose that would be pretty comfy.”

“What!” Yang gasped, mock affronted. “Are you saying that something would be even more comfy than women?!”

Blake just shrugged, her grin falling to neutral even as her eyes still glittered with mischief. “Not exactly.”

Yang stared at her for a long moment, confused. Blood started to rush to her head as she continued to hang there, processing. “Wait-”

“Hurry up you two!” Ruby cut in, already on the floor with her blankets Sort Of arranged into a comfy nest. She waved her scroll in the air impatiently as Weiss finished setting up her sheet as a projector screen. “We gotta pick the movie so we have time to watch before curfew!”

“Like you’ve ever cared about that,” Yang rolled her eyes, but tossed her own blankets and pillows onto the ground and joined her sister. 

“Yeah, well,” Ruby muttered. “Weiss does, so, y’know…”

Yang quirked an eyebrow at that. Interesting. “What movie did you have in mind, Rubes?” she asked instead, arranging her stuff.

As Ruby went on a tangent to explain the plots of two movies, Blake tapped Yang on the shoulder. It was a soft, almost hesitant thing, but Yang’s skin tingled from the touch anyway, the sensation amplified even through the material of her PJ tank. “Hey, um….”

Yang turned, looking up at Blake as she curled in on herself on her bunk. She didn’t seem particularly distressed or upset, so Yang kept her voice as casual as she could - despite the thundering in her heart. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering… if you’d like to share my bunk with me? While we watch the movie, I mean?”

Yang nearly imploded. Did she accidentally set off her semblance? Was something on fire? Oh. No wait, that was her skin. There was no way Blake couldn’t see her blush, even with this dim lighting. “I, uh… of course! I’d love to, yeah.”

Blake giggled, uncurling from herself as she leaned down and grabbed Yang’s pillow from the floor, setting it next to her own. “Is here okay?”

“More than okay, honestly,” Yang couldn’t help but breathe out as she gathered up the rest of her stuff and settled herself onto Blake’s bed. It smelled wonderfully like something uniquely Blake - lavender and something woodsy - and Yang couldn’t stop herself from breathing in just a little bit deeper.

“Okay, we’re starting the movie now!” Ruby said, her head barely peaking out from her blanket nest. “You two have been overruled, by the way, Weiss and I both agreed that Tryst in the Mist is obviously the cinematic masterpiece of choice here.”

“Fine by us,” Blake shrugged, leaning back against the wall as her arm seemed to absently find its way around Yang’s waist.

“Yep! All good here!” Yang said, feeling proud of herself when her voice basically didn’t squeak. Beside her, Blake laughed, and Yang could feel the rumble of it through her own chest as she settled down in bed - Blake’s bed - to watch the movie. Just then, Blake’s thumb absently started brushing against Yang’s shirt.

Or not.

It turned out that Yang saw more of the movie than Blake did, because, like last time, Blake fell asleep in almost record time. Except this time, she had collapsed forward onto Yang’s lap and curled in like a little cat - and Yang could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing and - vibrations? 

“Guys,” Yang whispered, even though a loud explosion had just sounded from the amplified speakers of Ruby’s phone. “I think… Blake’s purring?”

“What?!” Ruby nearly squealed, and Blake let out a little grunt and shifted just slightly in Yang’s lap.

Yang started to shush her, but Weiss beat her to the punch - literally - with a decisive smack of her pillow. “Pause the movie, you dolt!”

Ruby did so, and they all shuffled towards Blake’s bunk where Yang was covering Blake protectively in her arms. “Listen, just…,” they all leaned forward, holding their breath. 

Then, on Blake’s exhale, an obvious rumble that Yang could feel through the blankets. 

Even Weiss couldn’t contain herself at that sound, though at least she had the dignity to slap a hand over her mouth to contain the noise. Her free hand smacked over Ruby’s mouth. “That is so cute,” she gasped through her fingers.

“Do you think she’ll purr louder if you pet her or something?!”

“Ruby, c’mon. She’s not actually a cat,” Yang rolled her eyes, even as a small idea formed a curious bubble in her mind that refused to be popped. “But maybe…” she trailed off, then brought her hand up to Blake’s back and dug her fingers in gently, and started to scratch in a slow rhythmic kind of way.

The result was a nearly instantaneous increase in volume and physical sensation through Blake’s ribcage. 

“Oh my god,” both Ruby and Weiss said simultaneously, their eyes wide and glittering. “She’s so cute!”

Something in Yang just snapped, just a little, at the way they gawked at her girl- at Blake. She wasn’t a spectacle - even though the newest revelation of her latest Faunus trait was ridiculously adorable. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said, her tone not quite angry, but toeing the line all the same. “Let’s just finish the movie okay? Blake clearly needed the rest after everything we’ve been through with exams - let’s just give her space, got it?”

Ruby nodded quickly enough, also eager to return to her blanket nest and zone out, but Weiss narrowed her eyes at Yang in a shrewd and calculating manner. Yang wasn’t going to try to deny that look, but she instead lifted her shoulders in a pleading manner, dipping her head in a way that seemed to ask that Weiss leave it alone for now. Weiss held her gaze for another long moment before nodding and letting it be.

As Ruby unpaused the movie, Yang found her gaze absently travelling down to the girl in her lap, whose purrs hadn’t ceased as Yang continued to scratch her back. It wasn’t like Yang didn’t know what she was feeling. Or that she couldn’t identify the rush she felt every single time she was in Blake’s presence. She just… she didn’t really know how to be selfish like that. It felt strange to even consider wanting something, or someone, just for the sake wanting. And for no other reason.

But right in that moment, with Blake sleeping soundly on her lap and purring steadily, Yang could see herself allowing her heart to want Blake Belladonna above all else.

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This is tricky, and probably another author-by-author thing that makes a single rule of thumb moot. While I'm open to all criticism (in the olde days of FFN, I was a flammer and got flammed back, I know how to take heat XD) from spelling to grammar to plot holes to OOC, I make sure that that's clear in my end note that I'm open to criticism. Because I have and do make odd narrative choices that may need explaining or try for some larger trope that ends up not executed particularly well (looking at you Grave Robbing >> #selfshade) and then I need to explain myself and my choices. And having the ability to question, to interact, with a fic is important to me as a part of a reader's experience. And for my growth as an author. Other people aren't as open to that sort of thing, and that's Okay! Different strokes for different folks!

Does a particularly nasty criticism make me flush with shame or rage? Yes. I think that happens to everyone who gets one of those, along with the depression of "I should never write again" and all those icky other feelings. But I remember that it's a growing opportunity, and that's what I desire most in my feedback. So one particular fic gets a lot of criticism. Okay. Back to the drawing board. What can I do to address these issues? Spelling, grammar, usage, etc is an easy fix, and something that can make the reader experience better and smoother, letting willing suspension of disbelief continue uninterrupted. Plot holes, not so easy, but doable. OOC is the only one I can think of that needs real review and editing, imo.

I digress, though, because I went on a tangent, and while I can see where criticism can hurt, it can also depend on what exactly the criticism is. If it's a little "oh you misspelled something", mea culpa whoopsie, keysmash and thank you for letting me know. If it's a messy, nasty, detailed massive "eff you, eff this fic, eff this trash", then that's a whole different problem.

I do find that letting your readers know whether you are open to criticism, concrit or not, also helps because readers generally respect that sort of thing (in my experience), and rarely leave truly nasty comments (on ao3 at least), unless the fic quality needs a lot of help, and even that is a "you need a beta, for xyz reasons" (that I've read, on ao3).

Anyhoo, my two cents on the matter.

About the leaving only glowing praise comments debate I thought I would chip in and get the ball rolling. There is a part of me that agrees. I don’t know if I would cope very well with getting a negative comment, even if it was phrased as constructive criticism. I had someone comment, pointing out I had made a spelling mistake on one of the words the author made up for the story. I responded very politely, thanked them and corrected the spelling. They also praised the story, it was overall (1)

A very nice comment but there was still a small part of me that felt upset and embarrassed when I saw it, and that is just correcting a small spelling mistake. I really don’t know how I would handle bigger constructive criticism, this character is quite OOC, the world doesn’t make sense, insert other common criticisms here etc. and I also acknowledge that I am writing fan fiction to be read by others, so I should be prepared for them to judge it, and it’s rather narcissistic of me to expect (2)

Them to all read my work and love it. Some people will read my work and notice problems in it. If I want to improve as a writer, having those problems highlighted is helpful. But I’m sure there are other fanfic writers who feel the same way, in that I don’t really want to improve. That sounds strange but I’m content with just writing the way I do and people seem to enjoy that. So being constructively criticised doesn’t really give me a feeling of damn it sucks that someone doesn’t enjoy this(3)

But they have given me helpful advice because I’m too busy being worried I’ve looked like a total idiot. I started writing fan fiction because I have social anxiety and struggle making friends and I was hoping I could bond with shared interests( it’s not going great if I’m honest) and I don’t get many comments anyway so constructive criticism just hurts. So I guess my take on it is unless you have something obviously nice to say don’t say anything at all unless asked. (Final)

This is a better start to the topic than I could have hoped for. Thank you, anon. 

Alright folks, what are your thoughts? Let the discussion begin!

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Ok, pretty sure it’s pancreatitis. Hopefully it won’t get so bad that I have to be hospitalized. New CF doctor’s hospital is downtown, and I don’t really want all the veins on my hands to be bruised because they put iv’s there and keep fucking having to replace them. Whoopsie went on a tangent. :)