#we don't really have to stop creating for them now do we?

[enigmakiwi]

Even if we pretend for a moment that this really is about banning porn and helping women: any attempt to ban porn will go about as well as prohibition did. The way to help women victimized by the sex industry is to regulate that industry, not ban it, not regulate the consumption of it— just regulate the industry.

What happened when we banned alcohol? People started making it secretly, illegally. Unregulated because it was illegal. They started drinking it at secret places, illegally. The people making booze weren't subject to any oversight because the whole thing was illegal anyway and there was nothing stopping them from making extremely dangerous or contaminated product.

Now, if we ban porn, the same thing will happen. People will still make it, because of course they will, but with no regulations in place and no reason to NOT do terrible things like human trafficking. The whole thing is illegal, so why bother trying to be ethical at all? People are still gonna want porn, and they're gonna get it from the worst places imaginable: scum who don't give a shit about following the law or being ethical. The sex industry is already terrible, but it will become even worse because the few part of the sex industry which aren't absolute trash will become illegal, too. And it will also become worse because there will no longer even be a choice to be a legal, ethical porn/sex company or group (they're rare but do exist) or independent worker/operation. That just leaves the darkest parts who already didn't give a fuck, and they will grow and thrive.

Think of the porn industry as if it were a whole bunch of weeds. What happens if you kill off everything with herbicides, but one kind of weed is resistant to the toxins? Those weeds take over. The weeds multiply and thrive like never before. You've created a garden of weeds, and your herbicide is ineffective against the whole thing, now. It's an uphill, unending battle, a Sisyphean struggle to destroy them all that will never end because the roots are too hardy and the herbicide doesn't work.

Remember: it doesn't matter what happens, people WILL continue consuming porn. If there's no easy way to do it, they will FIND a way. We aren't just going to magically stop wanting it and go "oh well!" People still made and drank alcohol during prohibition, and people still make and consume illegal drugs, including those that were once legal. Porn is a different beast because it can exist online, unlike substances like alcohol, so we shouldn't treat it exactly the same, but we need to treat it similarly.

And to top it all off, this isn't even actually about porn in the first place. So it doesn't even really matter. But anyone who has some kind of misguided idea that this will actually have any positive effect at all, be that for women exploited by the sex industry or the safety of children or the "morality of humanity" or whatever, please hear me when I say that it won't work. We've been down this path before.

Well shit, the Republicans brought a certain anti-online porn bill back to the table.

The Interstate Obscenity Definition Act.

This should alarm you guys.

[americaswritings]

Headcanon: Being Mason Thames Acting Partner in HTTYD and Falling in love

I have no idea how Hollywood works so this is probably completely unrealistic, but who cares, let a girl dream...

Masterlist

HTTYD is your first big acting gig so when you found out you got the role as the female lead you were so excited!!

But also so nervous

And then you were told Mason Thames would be the male lead and your acting partner in most of your scenes so obviously you googled him right away

And oh god that boy is handsome!

That didn't help your nerves at all :))

You actually told your friends you would be in trouble, if he was nice, because how were you supposed to not develope a crush on him when you would spend literally all day together for months (and kiss)??

Well, he turned out to be so sweet and funny so sigh there went your heart...

It was just you two your age at the beginning of filming so you spent a lot of your (limited) free time playing Mario Kart, watching movies or just hanging out

And you looove re-creating silly tiktoks or coming up with your own ideas for videos (you are so goofy together)

You keep them private though (for now)

“If we post this TikTok, we’ll either go viral or get disowned by the internet.”

“Perfect. Let’s make another one!”

If you're both tired or spend too much time together you develope peak chaotic energy

and there is always lot's of banter

You two grew close quickly, because you're both so young and going through this together

“You know, I’m really glad it’s you I get to do all this with.”

When you get homesick he comforts you

He is so funny and always joking around, but if you have something serious to talk about he always listens and tries to give you advice

And if he doesn't have any he is just there for you or tries to distract you - whatever you need

Also you fall asleep on set A LOT and he always takes photos of you

“Delete it!”

“Never. It’s going in The Archive.”

“THE WHAT?”

“My private masterpiece. 11 photos and counting.”

Yeah, the boy has a whole album on his phone just with photos of you passed out somewhere just to annoy you with them later

"What do you think? Should I post this? Or maybe put it in my story?"

"Don't you dare!"

But he actually thinks you are so cute :))

You fall asleep on his shoulder once and he doesn’t dare move for like an hour, because he doesn’t want to disturb you and for you to wake up and move

Someone else takes a photo then (and he loves that one even more) ;)

With time you grow more comfortable touching each other and eventually it has just become natural for you to be touching in some small way a lot of the time

For example you reach out and fix his hair mid-sentence

"Your hair is always in chaos."

Or you rest your head on his shoulder during a break

"That way you can't take a photo of me, if I fall asleep."

You always have excuses though, if someone else points it out

"It's just for the photo so we look like we don't hate each other!"

"Oh we don't?"

"Only most days."

And you like to jump on his back

"You’ve got to stop doing that without warning.”

“But you always catch me!”

“One day I won’t, and you’ll regret it.”

“Liar.”

Oh and he is tall

"Wow I can see the whole world from up here!"

"You're so ridiculous!"

Sometimes he gets overwhelmed and tired, because he is the lead of the film and therefore has the longest hours and the least breaks

And there are huge expectations...

You always notice he feels that way when he grows quiet

When you two are alone you sit down and tell him how good of an actor he is and how perfectly he fits the role

"You don't have to carry it all alone. We're all here to help."

You are not proud of it, but you get a little jealous when you see people on the internet being so open about their crush on him and how good he looks

It's a little overwhelming and makes you feel small and not good enough

Because how could he ever see you then...

Which is ridiculous, because you get to spend time with him every day while the people on social media don't even know him, but feelings aren't rational...

When you accidentally get hurt filming a fight scene he is so worried at first

You are a bit embarassed about all the attention

"It's just a little nosebleed, I'll live!"

And he keeps checking on you to make sure you're really okay

But at the end of the day you both laugh about it

"You should have seen your face!"

And it makes the cut which you both think is really funny

"Some editor out there really watched me bleeding and went, ‘Yeah… that’s cinema."

“Method acting at its finest.”

One day near the end of shooting you admit to him that you’re scared of filming to be over...

“I don’t want it to end.”

“The shoot?”

“Yeah. I mean… yes and no. I’m excited to go home and sleep for like twelve years. And eat food that doesn’t come from craft services. But also…I’ve gotten so used to seeing you every day. And when this is over, we’re just going back to our lives, right? You’ll be on some new set. I’ll be… somewhere else..."

You don't want to lose the close friendship you have developed

You actually tear up and he is so helpless at first

But then he tells you he is going to text you all the time with updates from his life

"Constantly. You’ll block me out of pure annoyance."

And that you are going to FaceTime a lot, send each other funny reels and visit each other whenever possible

"You are going to be so famous now, you will be busy."

"Come on, I'm never too busy for you!"

"Promise?" "Promise."

And when you wrapped he is the first one to start clapping and give you the biggest hug

When filming is done you still have press to go

(It‘s so exhausting)

At first you’re both sooo nervous and try your best to give good answers and speak all grown-up

Interviewer: “You two seem very mature for your age.”

And you just look at each other and think about the dumb tiktoks you did together the night before

But at one point you’re both so jet-lagged and tired you can’t keep it up anymore

When you accidentally say something unfiltered and weird, he bursts out laughing

“I take it back!"

“Too late. That’s going viral.”

After that you just have fun together and laugh a lot and the fans and interviewers love that too so :)))

It’s is so hard though, seeing him dressed up like that every day ;)

You love all the dresses and outfits you get and how you get styled ("I look like I have my life together")

but you’re also just so tired???

He loves seeing you dressed up too OBVIOUSLY and sometimes you swear he keeps looking at you WHICH IS RIDICULOUS WHY WOULD HE

You both talk about how you’re so excited for a day in sweat pants all the time

You have amazing chemistry in the interviews

That's what the fans say and maayyybe you obsess over it a bit

You even found some fans making compilations of your cute moments and you secretly torment yourself watching them and wondering if he feels the same

(Yeah, you really shouldn't go on social media these days...)

But you do have become such a good team that when one gets stuck on an answer, the other jumps in to finish or redirect it smoothly

When it's time to test your knowledge about the other

"So how well do you really know each other? Ready?”

you exchange a playful look with Mason

Needless to say you perform well on all the friendship tests (duh)

But you still learn something new about the other too and it’s your favorite thing

"I once posted a cover of me singing a Taylor Swift song on youtube and it blew up for a moment."

"Wait? Did you really? How did I not know that? I need to find that!"

The thought of him listening to you sing makes you blush

"I am definitely looking that up later!"

"No, you're not!"

"I so am!"

"I need to take down that video!"

Some questions are hard to answer though, because they put you on the spot

“How do you manage the pressure of being part of such a popular movie at your age and staying ‘picture perfect’?”

Like what are you suposed to say to that?

Or they get very personal and sometimes hurtful

"You joined a really beloved franchise, and with that comes a lot of pressure. There was some noise around your casting at first, and as the female lead opposite Mason, fans have a lot of opinions. How do you deal with that kind of feedback or hate when it shows up on social media?

These questions always stress you out and raise your anxiety and bring down your mood

“…so yeah, I try not to read too much of it and remind myself why I love doing this. But I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t get to me sometimes.”

Mason notices when that happens, because he knows you so well, and he always makes sure, in some small way, that you feel better.

If he can with words:

"People forget there’s a real person behind the screen — and she’s one of the kindest, most hardworking and talented people I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else.”

Or he might give you a reassuring look if the camera isn’t on him

Or he initiates some little touch and contact with you

Like brushing his knee against yours under the table

You also have quite unique press dates like recording a day at a theme park (which was so much fun!!)

Or answering the webs most searched questions like you have seen real celebrities do

Sometimes you get sexist questions though. At your age it's not so bad and obvious, but whereas Mason gets asked about the action of the film you get asked about fashion...

You bring it up to him once because it's annoying and hurtful and you come up with a way to deal with those questions together

And when it happens the next time he remembers and helps you shut down the question :))

And when press is over

you did the premieres

and watched the final film together (you definitely did not cry over it)

it's time to say goodbye (there might have been even more tears involved)

But you promised

and so you hadn't even taken-off when his first message pops in

and when you land there are a dozen more

and you make it work

in between schedules and life you face-time and call and text and one day...

...Mason stands in front of your door

"Surprise!"

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[binnabanina]

ᝰ.ᐟ FACTS ABOUT BINNA

𖹭.ᐟ Binna loves making playlists for everything. She finds a new favorite cafe - she's making a playlist for everytime she goes. Binna has playlists for different cities she's toured in, different times of day, weather, seasons, anything you can think of.

𖹭.ᐟ The WORST texter. It is highly recommended that you avoid making Binna Choi your emergency contact. Is she busy? No. Is she always on her phone? Very much so. Did she see the notification? Abso-fucking-lutely. However, she will gladly send you 30 tiktoks about her new hyperfixation before she responds to your message about your cat going missing.

𖹭.ᐟ She outdoes DK in terms of being chronically online, and you can tell. Everytime Dino speaks, she feels compelled to stop him and yell "YOU ARE THE YOUNGEST PERSON EVER!". Does anyone understand? No, but you don't have to understand for her to keep referencing every piece of media.

𖹭.ᐟ She takes music so seriously, to the point where most believe that her and spotify are spiritually entangled with one another. Frank Ocean doesn't know it yet, but they are actually long lost twins who have shared every experience vicariously through White Ferrari and Ivy. Binna enjoys disecting lyrics and rhythms and asking herself, "why this word and not ___?" or "the beat drop here makes the song feel more ___."

𖹭.ᐟ A matcha girlie for life. She prefers making matcha herself, and her favorite matcha brand is Encha, which is often a ceramonial matcha, however she drinks it at anytime regardless. During their first amercian tour, she found a little alley cafe, and died at the taste of their strawberry matcha. She vows to go back there one day.

𖹭.ᐟ The name Binna [빛나] means light/to shine brightly. It is derived from the Korean verb binnada. Her parents stated in an interview for K-News Now, where they stated that they gave her that name because, "When we first layed eyes on her, we knew she was a star that fell from the sky and into our lives. We knew no matter where she went in life, she would a guiding light for those around her."

𖹭.ᐟ Her favorite artists are Frank Ocean, Laufey, Ariana Grande, SZA, Megan Thee Stallion, Lana Del Ray, Phoebe Bridgers, Radiohead and Lorde.

𖹭.ᐟ Binna is the biggest ONCE on the planet. She has been spotted at every Twice concert that has happened in Korea, and even has attended some in Japan.

𖹭.ᐟ Other than her members, she is friends with many other idols, including but not limited to - Jihyo, Jeongyeon and Mina (Twice), Yeji (Itzy), Wooyoung and Hongjoong (Ateez), Jennie (Blackpink), Nayoung (fromis_9), Chaeyeon (Soloist), Yena (Soloist), BiBi (Soloist), Giselle (Aespa), J-Hope (BTS), Changbin and Hyunjin (Straykids), Manon (KATSEYE)

𖹭.ᐟ Despite her shy-appearing persona, she actually really enjoys doing interviews, fanmeets, concerts and just interacting with people in general. During a We-Live, she spoke up about how she wishes more people would be open to getting to know her, or just talk to her, as she is aware she comes off closed-off or uninterested, which fans responded to by creating signs with random questions like "what's your favorite food recently?" or "do you have any movie recommendations?" and showing them to her at their concerts, which she said warmed her heart.

𖹭.ᐟ While she has the lowest social battery - it may even be on par with Jeonghan or Minghao - she is a party girl through and through. She will show up, fully beat down in her best streetwear-style outfit, have 3 drinks, talk for 30 minutes, and just up and leaves without missing a single beat.

𖹭.ᐟ She has two cats named Crumble and Finnagan.

𖹭.ᐟ To this day, she is extremely afraid of singing live in front of anyone, even her members. Since she is not as skilled vocally, she takes as many vocal lessons as she can, and has continued to do so to this day. During the 'Hit the Road' documentary, she dived into her vocal insecurities, and addressed hate comments she received by saying, "I know I can't sing like Seungkwan or DK, and that fact upsets me everyday. However, don't think I don't spend all of my free time trying to make up for that fact, and I hope that people can support for journey for growth, rather than criticize me for it.".

𖹭.ᐟ Her mother is her biggest inspiration, and she dedicates all of her acheivements to her. "My mom made me," she once said, during her acceptance speech of 'Best Female Solo Song' at the MAMA awards in 2022. "And therefor, a part of her made this song. I can't think her enough.".

𖹭.ᐟ Throughout the years, Binna has constantly been asked if she would ever go solo, as being the only girl in a group of boys must be tiring. She would always respond by saying she would rather, "slam her tongue in a car door," or "give up my headphones," than ever leave this group of immature, lazy goofballs.

𖹭.ᐟ She is an advocate for many social justice issues, including homosexuality, gender equality, the rights and freedoms of trans people, etc.

𖹭.ᐟ Binna posted an instagram story of her crying when Liam Payne died, with the caption "Of course the band only comes back together bc of a funeral.".

𖹭.ᐟ Runs the SEVENTEEN TikTok like it's the goddamn navy. She jumps on every trend imaginable, forcing anyone within a 15-foot radius to film with her. Every member runs their videos by her to make sure it's "TikTok ready". The only thing missing is Binna's own account (coming soon).

thanks so much for reading if you've gotten this far!!

requests are always open.

let me know if you want a part two of this....

[mitskiiiiii]

ok i wrote this in like 10 minutes it’s kind of ridiculous lol enjoy

Mel had that look on her face. The puppy-that-just-got-its-tail-stepped-on-but-is-being-really-brave-about-it look.

They were working on a pesky case that had turned into a whole family affair. Papa Bear had just gotten hooked up to a breathing machine, and it wasn't looking too good for him.

Frank knew cases like these got Mel down. She'd responded to his last two questions with a blank look, which was extremely out of line with her usual exuberant intelligence, so he was pretty sure this was his cue to take her out in the hall.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Frank asked, tracking her eyes with his own.

"Yes," Mel mumbled, "I'm fine."

Frank shook his head firmly. "No, you're not."

Wincing, Mel pulled at her shirt sleeves and kneaded them hard in her palms. She so clearly wasn't okay; it was ridiculous that she thought he wouldn't be able see right through her.

"How do you relieve stress at home?" Frank asked gently.

He could see her create a mental list. Cute, he thought. "Let's see. Um, I listen to white noise, I talk to Becca, uh, sometimes I clean the kitchen. Or I'll -" then she cut off abruptly and turned bright pink.

She couldn't meet his eyes anymore, so it was pretty obvious what she was about to say. Frank felt the blood rushing in his ears.

"Mel," he articulated slowly, "Do you masturbate When you're stressed?"

"Oh!" Now Mel was fully red. She wrapped her arms around herself like she was trying to disappear into thin air. "Um, yeah? Sometimes. It's— it's a natural stress reliever." Her arms flung out, flailing by her sides.

Frank sucked in a sharp breath. "Okay. Here's what you're gonna do," he said, lowering his voice and leading her a little further down the hall.

"You're gonna go find an empty call room, turn off all the lights, and make yourself feel good." Mel's breath caught. "I'll come find you in 10 minutes. Don't make yourself cum until I find you, okay? Doctor's orders," he grinned when he said the last part. Honestly, he had no clue where all that came from, but Mel's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Okay," Mel nodded vigorously and scampered off like he'd just handed her an exciting new case.

Frank was pretty sure the next ten minutes were the longest of his life. He grit his teeth, unable to focus on his current case, because he couldn't stop thinking about what she could possibly be doing in there.

Did she have fingers inside herself? How many?

Was she focusing on her clit?

Or was she mounting a bed (or a table) and grinding her little cunt against it dry? She was so proper, so professional at work, but who knows what she got up to in private?

He snapped a pencil in frustration. He just had to finish this boring case, and then he could run around like a madman looking for her. God, he hadn't been this horny at an inappropriate time since he discovered jerking off in 6th grade.

Then, like some kind of big hairy angel sent from heaven, Robby approached his station. "Where's Mel? We need her out here."

Frank snapped to attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "I'll find her."

Frank was prowling around the second floor, looking for the new car behind door #3. Finally, one of the call rooms with the lights off at the end of the hall gave him a good feeling. Bingo, he thought. He gently cracked the door.

He couldn't see her but he could hear her. There were little sounds, soft breathy wines coming from somewhere on the floor. Frank almost choked. He couldn't believe she was actually doing it. What an angel, he thought. His hand was shaking as he turned the knob to fully open the door.

"How's it going in here?"

Mel squealed in terror before realizing it was him. She was facedown on the ground, fully clothed and humping a pillow behind the bed. Easier not to get caught that way. He smiled to himself; she was so smart. But he didn't need her to be smart now.

"It's, um, it's good," she squeaked out. She sat up and presented herself on the pillow. "I haven't made myself come yet," she offered. Frank's heart swelled. She'd listened to him.

Frank steadied his breathing. "Perfect. Lie down on your back for me." He was trying to keep his voice level, like how he'd sound when he's talking to a patient.

She got down on her back like he wanted. He moved the pillow out from under her hips to support her head instead. Then he leaned over her with the full length of his body, bracing himself on his forearms so he could really cage her in. His hand went immediately to her crotch to check her progress.

"Jesus," he mumbled. Even her scrub pants were damp.

He stuck his hand down her pants gracelessly and started thumbing firm circles on her clit over her soaked panties.

"Is that what you usually do at home? You hump your pillow?" Frank asked, curious.

"Sometimes," Mel breathed. "It's easier. No cleanup."

"Do you ever—,” he slipped a finger into her without warning, “—put anything inside yourself?"

Mel gasped at the intrusion. "Not. Not often. It's hard to get—," she was interrupted by an aborted cry as he added another finger and twisted, "—the right angle, oh my gosh!"

He chuckled a little. "Yeah? Like this one? You can't hit that spot by yourself?"

"No, ah, I can't!" Mel whined, squirming under him.

"How many— fuck — fingers can you fit?" Frank said as he added one more, curling them deep inside her until he felt that little ridge. She seemed to be taking them no problem; she was probably slick enough right now for his cock to slide right in.

"I— please, I can't answer any more questions, Dr. Langdon, I— I'm so sorry I—,” Mel choked out.

That's fine, baby," Frank assured as he pressed in deeper. "Don't sweat it. You're doing so well. Just lie back and take it, okay?"

Mel nodded, blinking tears out of her eyes. He found that little ridge again and massaged it hard and fast with three long fingers. She was a mess of little breathy moans and whines now, but they were still so restrained. He found it adorable that she didn't want to get caught, but he wished he could get some louder sounds out of her.

"You're not stressed anymore right?" Frank asked, like he was checking with a patient to see if a treatment was helping. Mel shook her head.

"Perfect, baby. You'll be able to come back to work good as new." His voice was soft as he drilled her.

She was arching her back prettily beneath him, trying to grind up onto his hand. He cursed. He wished more than anything that he could lift up hert-shirt and get a look at her tits, but unfortunately he had to use his other arm to hold himself up. His own erection was also getting pretty hard to ignore. He grinded his cock lightly in circles against her hip, trying to ease the ache.

Mel was almost there; Frank could tell. An even darker red was blooming across her cheeks and her breathing was getting more and more labored. That pretty mouth of hers formed a perfect circle. He put his thumb back on her clit, pressing it down flat and firm, which finally got a real moan out of her.

"I need you in good shape out there. You're my best resident. And don't tell anyone—,” He leaned in real close so that his lips brushed against her ear, "— but you're my favorite."

Those were the magic words. With a broken cry, Mel clenched around his fingers like a vice and there came another rush of wetness from her cunt. She had a couple of full-body spasms as she rode it out, clutching tightly at his biceps.

When her whole body had turned loose and boneless he took his fingers out of her and casually wiped them on his scrubs.

"Feel better?" Frank asked.

Mel caught her breath and got up, adjusting her clothes. "Much. Thank you, Dr. Langdon. You're a really good teacher." There were stars in her eyes as she gave Frank a winning smile.

He almost came in his pants at the sight.

As she started to make her way out the door, Frank gave her an encouraging tap on the ass. "Get back out there, champ."

Mel jumped a little and then nodded dreamily and headed back into the fray.

Now Frank was out in the ambulance bay, thinking about exploratory laparotomies and praying for his cock to go soft. Mel's voice was still echoing in his head, you're such a good teacher. He banged his head against the brick wall a few times for good measure. Fuck me, he thought. This might take a while.

epilogue ~

Robby walked in on Mel riding him in the same call room a week later.

"Jesus, Frank. You said you were mentoring her."

"I am! She— she was stressed and I was just trying to help! It's the only thing that calms her down!"

"You're married!"

Frank just shrugged.

The next morning Robby put in his two week notice. He was getting too old for this shit.

ummmm frank seeing that mel needs a break and telling her to go in one of the call rooms and touch herself until he comes to get her and finish her off. he’s still married and they haven’t even kissed at this point btw.

[sinful-karateka]

this andisol fanart was supposed to be a surprise addition to the letter i sent to @carmendiazbian for christmas, but with the shitload of things i had going on last year, i was only able to finish this just this morning.

to say that this fic has been one of the solid stories that kept me writing for the binary boyfriends is a clear understatement; em's cheerleading throughout the course of three years in and out of the fandom high has been nothing short of motivating. andisol also made me realize the power of great writing when you understand the characters' motivations and how to use them against each other in some real fun angst! i'm glad to be writing pals with her all these years, and since the show is ending, i thought about creating a good one to celebrate the fic's near homestretch! (also don't worry i've been gently harassing her to write the rest.)

if you haven't read this fic and are a shipper — why are you still here?

[randomnameless]

The main issue with discourse about crests is how people see it as a cause for inequality with the nonsense about church bad it explains them as gifts of the goddess when

Is there another part anon?

I was loitering on redshit today and saw this sort of argument about the "Church BaD because Rhea said Crests come from the Goddess so she gives a divine right to rule to crested people" and...

Well, save for being a peak example of projecting and ignoring the text at hand...

It's, as you say relatively meaningless in the greater "inequality" scope of things, because, hey.

Kevin Blaiddyd can lift an ox with his pinky. Bob the mailman cannot. Even if Rhea never wrote a thing about the source of Crests... Kevin and Bob wouldn't have been treated the same way : in a world rife with giant monsters and bandits, Kevin's super strength will always be valued over Bob, who doesn't have this super strength, when it comes to protect/defend his people/family.

In a way, writing the Crests come from the Goddess has two results : 1/humans won't try to get their hands on one since, uh, if the goddess gives them, it's as random as it can so, maybe, if you find a person with pointy ears who has a crest, you won't be tempted to, idk, kill it and eat its liver to get a crest

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2/maybe... it's the one of the only few things Rhea could preserve/salvage from her family and culture ?

The beings who were originally granted crests, aka Nabateans, were created with this power because the Goddess created them as such - "it comes from the goddess" is not technically a lie, Crests come from her blood and were only originally gifted to her children... Humans just happened to get this power by "stealing" it (at least if we're talking about the Elites and their lines!)

Back to projection and "ignoring the text at hands", getting the "divine right to rule" conclusion from this is like me, idk, going to the UK and expecting to find a good baguette :

The Book of Seiros lit says the Goddess is disheartened to see how the power of crests is misused by humans and says Nemesis fell to corruption, basically spelling out how people who have crests... shouldn't abuse it.

Imo, it's not the "divine endorsement" to rule here, but it's much closer to the mandate of heaven doctrine : if you do not rule wisely, the gods will abandon you - the first crested humans did so much shit that Sothis wept and left Fodlan (according to the Book of Seiros!).

As for crest inequality...

Yes, some people are born with super powers, and others aren't. Just like your usual run of the mill genetics that are still used, irl, to discriminate or at least make differences between two people.

"get rid of the system where super powers are valued" is just a nebulous nonsensical leitmotiv that... is completely empty, if you look closer at it.

AG!Sylvain wants to get rid of situation where you will have to use those super powers, okay, why not? But if a Giant Wolf charges at a toddler, and Sylvain with his relic can stop him, but Miklan without said relic cannot - who should be called upon to protect the toddler, or to get rid of the Giant Wolf? Sylvain or Miklan?

Ditto with healing : if Flayn can her special Nabatean Magic to make an AOE area to heal 100 people at once to full HP, when humans require at least 10 healers to cover the same area to heal those 100 people to full HP, who is going to be called to help when available? Flayn, or 10 healers?

Unless you get rid of everyone who has a super power - you can't value something that doesn't exist lol - "creating a world where crests aren't valued" is just, impossible.

FFS, Billy can rewind time, how do you make people "not value" this ability?

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[thenexusofsouls]

Xenos had most certainly never felt this sort of connection with anyone else before, especially considering he wasn't actually human, he only looked reminiscent of one. To feel connected to someone was an entirely new sensation for him, and he was so innocently excited by it. Interacting with humans usually left him feeling anxious, overwhelmed, and misunderstood, but with Wanda he was calm and even happy. She didn't seem to misunderstand him at all. If anything, she understood him better than anyone else ever had. Not that he made a habit of explaining himself to others, but it was still nice to be understood.

When Wanda said she would handle the sorcerer if he did try to harm him, Xenos looked at her with concern. "You will... be alright?" he asked. While he was somewhat afraid of sorcerers, he didn't want to leave Wanda to face off against someone who might actually hurt her. She seemed pretty firm about protecting him, though, and he supposed se wouldn't be offering if she didn't think herself capable. "Yes... I promise. I... go somewhere safe... if sorcerer attacks me," he agreed.

Her complimenting how he looked with a little blush in his cheeks only caused it to darken. "You... as well," Xenos said with such a boyish shyness that one could easily forget he was a powerful, ancient creature from a shadow realm. "Very pretty." So... she liked him? And his blush? And his laugh? She... she liked seeing him happy. "Really?" he asked, his head tilting as he thought it over. Those words meant so much to Xenos. "You are... only one... who has ever cared... about... w-whether I am... happy," he told her. "So glad... we met, Wanda. You are... s-special... to me... already."

- - - - -

"Yeah, we definitely don't want a nuclear Wanda," Tony chimed in. "Dunno about the other guy, but I really don't wanna find out." But as Steve brought up the fact that Wanda had been the one to figure out how to get inside the dome, Tony nodded. "That's a good point. If she figured that out, maybe she can also figure out how to stop him if he does go nuclear. I bet she could," he said with a bit of an ominous vibe. He'd seen what she was capable of, so he would've bet good American money that Wanda could handle Xenos, even if he was old and powerful.

"I suppose that might be possible," Stephen was forced to admit, though he was with Tony at least on not wanting to have to find out.

"I'll feel Wanda out when I got to tell her the room is ready. Maybe he's chatting up a storm with her and she'll be willing to share some of it. Until then," he finished the rest of his pickle and took his plate to the sink, "we act like we're welcoming him into the fold and sit tight until we can talk and learn more. That work for you?" he asked Strange.

Stephen sighed again. "Work is the wrong word, but... I guess that's fine for now. I'm still going to watch him, just in case."

"Will he know you're doing that?" Tony asked.

"No," Stephen said rather confidently.

"You sure?" Tony asked.

Stephen smirked in slight annoyance, created a portal, and left through it.

"I wish I could do that," Tony mused to Steve. "It'd make my commute to the city during rush hour a lot quicker." He washed his plate and his hands, drying them with a little towel by the sink. "Care to help me install some soundproofing panels?" he asked.

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[ace-malarky]

A late (or early) STS for you: I spy a mention of pirates in your intro post. Would any of them care to introduce themselves, or would you mind talking about some of your favorite elements of their story?

oooh ok yes piracy I can do let's go

(STS is a state of mind and I am making a nest there) (this is getting long and rambly and maybe disjointed I am so sorry but not really? pirates be upon ye)

Short answer; the Nightgale clan and their meteoric rise to ruling the archipelago within two generations of being created, the uh. the destruction of the islands and their rebirth as dragon riders then slow slide into nature-reserve-for-the-weird-and-magical. (specific shout out to Jay, daughter of dragons and giver of no fucks, creator of the whole thing by accident because she only ever wanted a ship of her own not... This)

Long answer;

So! Pirates! They originate in Leritheyar which is like. the most fleshed out of the Mist Worlds because it was my only story world for the longest time and then I got too attached to some of the characters (like the pirates) and then everything exploded

but that's not what we're here for!

So the pirates as a whole are The dominant culture of the archipelago that may or may not make up. a large amount of landmass in Leritheyar. I can't do distances well but it's fine it works

this means that I have a wholeass timeline/history of their rise to power, various pirate kings, shifts in families etc etc but the important stuff here;

each family has An Island that they originate on. That's Theirs. and at least one ship, maybe more depending on how big they are! how much power they have! There are absolutely other people that live on these islands but if they are not Pirate Family they do not get on the ships (exceptions being for like. fishers ig. the K'sean are not an exception they are rogue from Anther and the pirates would like them out of their islands thank you but they are small and fast and hard to track)

there is a vague sort of truce that means mostly they don't go in for Big battles but also there are so many skirmishes etc

by far and away my favourite pirates are the Nightgales bc Jay was one of The OG OCs and I will always love her

Jay is not pirate family. She is an orphan on the ruling clan's island, friends with their heir, but she's nothing. Her friend says that once she is queen she will change things, she will take Jay with her

Jay's not about to wait for that, she's got plans. Plans that involve stealing a small skiff and sailing north into the night

Promptly washes up on Riyan, the forgotten continent, where the NightGale lives with her offspring of weird little fucked up creatures. The NightGale adopts Jay because this child Amuses her and everything is fine and dandy until the Sanders pirates come looking for her (possibly at behest of the pirate heir actually. She isn't queen yet but it's been a solid few years and she's worried)

Jay and her not-quite-sister Erris go with them, shenanigans ensue, Jay takes control of the clan. That's her ship now, her pirates. No one's really gonna argue with the teen who bested their captain in single combat and has a dragon on her shoulder and also whatever-the-fuck Erris is at her side.

Her friend (now queen) is delighted by this turn of events and together they are An Unholy Menace. jury's out on whether or not they were A Thing. the queen's son certainly thinks so and has an honest-to-god grudge against Jay, because he thinks she's gunning for rule of the islands

Jay does not give a fuck about ruling the islands. She has a ship, she has a pygmy dragon, she has Erris. All is good with the world. She adopts some of the Sanders kids to be her heirs and they take her name.

She gets herself a mage! She has a treaty with the mages(? I think?), actually, which more or less makes her ships untouchable in the shipping lanes. Her grandson marries the heir to the pirate throne (the king is not impressed with this actually. He's hating life. He tries to kill her and his own mother. He does not succeed (his own daughter may kill him? maybe it's his mother. who can say!))

People say she's still out there. people say they've seen her ship late at night, out in the mist where the eldrii and the akaha play, because for all that the NightGale is the dragon of forgotten things, there are some things that just can't stay unknown.

[her great-grandson is king when the islands are lost and so are the ships but they transition to riding dragons during the war and that's what punts them sideways into another world, where they have... some number of years to set themselves up before their dragons also disappear but by that time they have swathes of land on a sky island that they turn into a sort of reserve for Mythics and Magics to come and heal and rest, and they become another powerhouse to be feared]

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hey so if everyone that follows me or otherwise sees this reblog can you PLEASE reblog it as well? Because this news needs to be delivered to everyone. I am freaking out so fucking bad right now you have no idea

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

[inkskinned]

every fucking conversation on the internet looks like

subject matter expert: hey :) i'm here to help, i love you and this subject matter. i studied really hard and have literal years of training and experience with this. please make this 1 very small change to your life that is virtually no effort whatsoever and will help the environment and everyone around you.

random guy: i don't like that because my life will have to change. what if the change is impossible for me specifically. you cannot ask me either to stop or start an action - i will do whatever i want forever and i am offended you even asked about that because it would be a change in my life. plus what if it sounds like no effort but it's huge effort. what if i made that change and then i died because of it.

subject matter expert: again, it's not really a lot of effort, but of course we understand there might be a lot of reasons (medical, financial, etc) that you can't make this change, so we have experts who have created programs/infographics/alternatives so you can make this change smoothly. but of course maybe if it would actually kill you - we have compiled a very big list on other ways you can help out! :) we are just trying to make the world a better place for you and those around you :)

random guy: this is propaganda because of Big Subject Matter. this is going to destroy me and my life forever. where is your proof. i saw you attached studies but i don't want to read them. i really liked doing this thing to harm the environment and those around me and now they are saying that i cannot do that and i am just wondering how do we know you are an expert? my mormon lobster who uses flags to communicate has a different opinion than you and i trust Mormon Lobster . he Knows things :)

[sincerelyneo]

juno | l.hc

“one of me is cute, but two though…?”

💿now playing: juno by sabrina carpenter

❯ summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, established relationship

❯ words: 2.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)

an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally don’t care. sue me x

You didn’t want kids. Well, that’s not true. You were indifferent to kids. 

That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didn’t think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe it’s just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.

And being forced to attend his niece’s first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, you’d never given much thought to the idea of kids—cute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no. 

But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile. 

From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball team—and don’t even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party. 

It was like he was in his element—soft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, they’d always say Uncle Hyuck was their favourite—even if they weren’t supposed to.

You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad he’s “too young to be having the adult conversations,” which was really code for ‘let me play with the kids.’ 

Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning and—were your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.

Wait. 

“He’s good with them, huh?”

You jolt, turning to see Hyuck’s sister standing behind you.

“Uh... yeah, I guess so,” you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.

She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuck’s sister again. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Just... you’re looking at him like you’re ready to add to the Lee family name.”

You gasp. “I am not!”

She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, he’s handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.

“Okay... I suppose he is good with them.”

Hyuck’s sister nods, humming in agreement. “He always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousin—even when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.”

He’s sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. He’s being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.

“He’d make a great dad, Y/N.”

The statement is completely sobering.

“Uh,” you stammer, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it.”

That’s not entirely true. You had spoken about it—once. You’d told him it wasn’t something you had planned for but weren’t necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.

Hyuck’s sister blinks at you, clearly confused. “That’s crazy. Hyuck’s always said he wants to be a dad.”

Clearly. 

There’s no denying that. It’s so obvious—every second he’s cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.

This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... you’re starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.

“Y/N! Y/N!” one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. “Can you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie can’t do it on his own.”

And just like that, you’re being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining them—not that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. You’d never seriously thought about kids—until now.

Because you’d never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.

“I can’t believe she’s one already,” Hyuck beams from where he’s stretched out on your bed. He’s been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. “Did you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.”

You glance at him through the vanity mirror where you’re sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. There’s a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?” 

You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yess…?” he replies, but there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice.

“Your family’s really nice.”

“Oh, are they now?” He squints playfully. “I saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasn’t embarrassing me—she loves doing that.”

You shake your head with a giggle. “She wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he draws out. “Then what was she saying?” 

“That you’d be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.” 

Hyuck’s eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechless—still countable on one hand.

He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. “S-She said that?”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“And…what did you say back?”

You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. He’s so cute like this—adorable, even—clearly dying to hear what you thought.

“I didn’t respond,” you admit honestly.

You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laugh—though it’s not genuine. You can tell he’s trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that he’d be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.

“She shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles, embarrassed. “I used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I don’t really think like that now. I can’t, you know… because of my job.”

“So you don’t want kids because of your job?” You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now you’re the one sounding hurt. 

“Baby... is this a trick question?” He laughs nervously.

You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. “No Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.” 

He shrugs, looking unsure. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I don’t know what you want me to say—”

“The truth,” you insist. 

He pauses, his gaze softening. “I love you, Y/N. You said kids weren’t really part of your plan, and that’s okay,” he begins, his voice steady but sincere. “And yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.”

You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again. 

“I know we’ve never talked about it since. But I’m fine with anything—as long as it’s with you.”

You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way. 

“Those kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,” you say and he gives a half smile. 

“Well, I am their favourite Uncle.” 

You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again. 

“Y/N what’s going on with you? You’re confusing me—”

“You know—” you cut him off. “I think you’d be a great dad.” 

He stares at you, properly taking you in. He’s never seen this side of you before, and you’ve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad… well, he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe it’s the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, it’s not.

“Today made me realise something,” you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. “You look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.”

Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him. 

“Please don’t joke like that, Y/N,” he whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Because I’ve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.”

You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.

“Well, why don’t you do something about it then,” you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.

Hyuck’s mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.

The groan you both share is synchronised, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing. 

His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.

He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fucked—fucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth. 

Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. You—his girl—naked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby fever—your baby fever. It’s the hottest shit he’s ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decides—so willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And he’ll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.

The image floods his mind—your stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.

The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by him—like always—but this time it’s different. It’s possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.

His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever. 

“Hyuck—” you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. “Taking me so well, always so good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You moan as his cock hits every spot inside you—so deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.

“Can’t wait until you’re mine, so full of me,” he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. “Do you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—fuck yes—please.”

“Say it for me,” he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. “Please tell me.”

“I want to be yours; make me yours,” you breathe out.

Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.

You’re practically sobbing with how fast he’s driving into you, so close to seeing stars.

“You’re so good at taking me,” he praises, his breath ragged. “Gonna make me fill you.”

You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” You pant. 

“Want you so full of me that it’s dripping down your leg. And then I’ll push it back in when I fuck you again.”

Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.

“Hyuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“So fucking good, baby,” he moans in awe. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seed—fuck!” He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.

Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock. 

He doesn’t stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. You’re exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like that—so close, so intimate.

But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.

“Fuck—” he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. There’s a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. “Y/N, I’m really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the store—”

“No.” You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. “I don’t want you to. If that’s okay…”

His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Y-yeah… that’s more than okay with me,” he says, nodding eagerly.

“Who knows?” You shrug with a teasing grin. “I might not even get pregnant this time.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “This time?”

You nod confidently. “Yeah, this time. Because we’re going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.”

His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,” he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. “What can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.”

[burntoutdaydreamer]

Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them

I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.

In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:

(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)

Perfectionism (most common)

What it looks like:

You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"

Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.

Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?

I hate everything I write

Cringing while writing

My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer

Things that can help:

Give yourself permission to suck

Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft

Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later

People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later

Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing

Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase

Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail

It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page

Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)

What it looks like:

Head empty, no ideas

What do I even write about???

I don't have a plot, I just have an image

Want to write but no story to write

Things that can help:

Google writing prompts

If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out

Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that

It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing

Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them

If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later

Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)

What it looks like:

I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt

Writing words feels like pulling teeth

I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted

I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window

Things that can help:

Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.

Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text

Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score

Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group

Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph

Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer

Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)

What it looks like:

I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop

I don't even know where to start

I love writing, but I can never seem to get started

I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)

Can't find the time or energy

Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)

Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying

Things that can help:

Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started

Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)

Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person

Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement

The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))

What it looks like:

I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene

I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going

I don't think I'm doing this right

What's an outline?

Drowning in documents

This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)

Things That Can Help:

Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working

A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go

If you don't have an outline, write one

If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it

You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural

Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them

Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers

Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough

Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism

What it looks like:

Everything in boredom/understimulation

Everything in intimidation/procrastination

You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism

Things that can help:

If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment

Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)

Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support

Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch

Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)

And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness

What it looks like:

You have symptoms of burnout or depression

Struggling with all things, not just writing

It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead

Things that can help:

Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.

Seek professional help

If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic

[bunnis-monsters]

Betrayal of the Queen

Part 1

Endings:

Forgive

No forgiveness(Kofi/Patreon Only)

Yandere Sons take out the old hive(Kofi/Patreon Only)

A/N: Hii, this was available to kofi/patreon early, and some of the endings will be exclusively there! Also, the relationship between you and your bee hybrid sons is completely platonic! It’s pretty obvious in this fic but I get weird questions and just want to clarify. Thanks!

They regret not appreciating your kindness and soft nature when they appoint their new queen.

She was taller, more lithe and graceful. They threw you out the second they saw her on the street. Your sons of course followed, shocked and devastated that their own fathers and fellow hive would do this to you!

You had served as the queen for nearly five years now, creating the new generation and caring for them with all your heart.

But you were a bit fragile, not able to bear as many young as the previous queen. The hive had loved you at first, adoring you endlessly, but when they noticed how little eggs made it to the birthing stage, they realized that you may not ever rebuild their hive in the way that they hoped.

They slowly began to stop caring for you as much, leaving your care to your sons. Some of the hive even went out and flirted with other females, leaving you to incubate those eggs with only your children by your side.

Most grew resentful, seeing you as nothing more than a burden to the hive.

By the fifth year, the only bees in the hive that had remained loyal to you were the very ones you birthed.

Your children disliked how you were treated, but stayed because taking you away may cause issues. Your safety was their top priority, but they were also deeply in tune with your emotions.

The hive stopped even pretending to care near the end, shunning you for not being a good enough queen. They buzzed around haughtily, being so bold as to bring other females into the hive right in front of you!

Your heart ached. At first you had truly loved that hive, sacrificing most of your human life and your body to bare eggs in a womb that could barely maintain them.

You had done so much, yet they didn't seem to care.

In their hearts they knew they were being cruel. But they were selfish and greedy, wanting the hive to flourish... but that couldn't happen with you around.

"She'll be banished."

Your sons stared at the council member in shock as they announced the decision. "Are you joking? She's the queen, you can't-"

"It states that if a queen is no longer fit to rule, then she will be banished and a new queen will be chosen. When a queen can't lay the right amount of eggs, she cannot function correctly."

One of your sons, the prince stepped forward, his wings buzzing threateningly. "You've treated her like garbage for years, and now you're going to abandon her? Is that really how we treat a queen?"

"Hardly a queen, if you ask me."

A female said, crossing her legs. The prince turned on his heels, hissing. "You shouldn't even be in this hive, the queen is the only female allowed-"

"She's not the queen anymore. Get her out and leave."

The bee hybrids watched in awe as every single son of hers stood. "If she leaves, we leave with her. You've all become so greedy, taking advantage of our mother and pushing her to her limits and expecting her to just roll over and take it. You're a disgrace to the bee hybrid name."

You were in tears when your crown was taken, crying into one of your son's chests. Your sons took up about 1/3 of the hive, and left with you.

The new queen had been already lined up to take your place. She was thin, tall, and beautiful, all that they could have asked for.

But she was also manipulative and cruel.

"The drones? Do we really need to help them? They're replaceable, aren't they?"

She crossed her legs, staring on in boredom as a worker bee reported to her. "But my queen, the drones are stuck in a storm, shouldn't we at least try to help them?"

"Of course not, I don't really care if they live or die.

I'm the queen, the most important. Shouldn't you just be happy I'm here and producing eggs?"

It quickly became obvious that the new queen cared not about her subjects, only about expanding her power and rule. The people starved, the babies hated their mother. She refused to even look at them once they were born, moving on to start another clutch.

The new queen picked only the most handsome and fit bee hybrids to mate with, creating only a small gene pool. This meant that the ones she mated with were constantly tired, and the others were increasingly sexually frustrated.

A few bee hybrids sat in a common room, depressed.

"Remember when the old queen would come down here and listen to our woes? She would mate with all of the hive, not just a select few..."

"The old queen made sure that the elders were taken care of. Not a single senior was left behind."

"She was so warm and soft, the new queen has no warmth in her body or soul."

They missed you.

But could they ever say they deserved you back?

Thinking of the years of neglect and mistreatment, of how they had taken your love and kindness for granted…

It all came to an end when the queen came before the council. She was as cold as ever, her eyes empty as she spoke.

"Thank you all for making me your queen and being so... stupid."

Her vacant eyes glanced over the room, and suddenly the smell of decay became almost overwhelming as her body began to wriggle and shift.

"That previous queen of yours had been keeping us at bay for nearly five years, and you let us in easily."

The new queen was ripped apart, parasite wasp larvae falling onto the ground and wriggling towards the nearest bee hybrid, attaching themselves and burrowing into their abdomen.

The room erupted into a frenzy of bees being eaten alive while others tried to escape. Even after leaving the room, several council members were seized by infected bees, taking them down with the rest of the hive.

Only around 100 members of the original hive survived, and while they flew away from the remnants of their home, all they could think about was you.

In all your years of being queen, you had been fighting to keep them safe. You tried so hard, barely able to lay eggs due to the intense stress of taking on the imminent threat of the parasite wasp hybrids alone.

You hid all of the pain, all of the work you did just to give them some peace of mind… and they repaid you by abandoning you when you needed them most.

You hadn’t failed them as a queen, no. They failed you as a hive. The hive wouldn’t exist without you, and had quickly fallen to ruin with your absence.

All they could hope for was that you would forgive them.

~

You smiled to yourself, one of you infant sons sleeping on your lap as your new hive buzzed around you. Without all the stress that had been piled on you, incubating eggs was easy.

“Mother, I’ve prepared your dinner.”

One of your sons nuzzled his antennae against your forehead in a sign of innocent affection before setting your plate on your nightstand. Even when they got older, they were still your babies.

Your sons had quickly formed a hive with you after you were banished, and now you lived a happy life with them and the new bee hybrids that joined.

Any bees that had been ostracized were welcome to join, and your sons personally interviewed each new possible mate of the queen to make sure they wouldn’t betray you.

After all, they loved their mom, and wanted you to be happy over anything else. They didn’t care if you laid eggs or not, they could spend the rest of their days snuggling with and taking care of you and be perfectly content.

But you wanted to have more children, to make a new hive where you’d be loved and happy.

Of course, any wish you had would be fulfilled. They set off and gathered any bee hybrids they could, wanting their mama to find her confidence in being a queen again.

It felt nice to be able to mate again, to be loved intimately. The new bee hybrids were loving and gentle, appreciating every soft curve of your body answ kissing away any tears you shed from your lingering insecurities.

Your sons worked on building a hive and producing honey while the new bee hybrids helped you with creating new children to add on to the hive. You felt like one, big, happy family.

It all came to a halt when the bees guarding the entrance to your hive brought forth an intruder.

You instantly recognized him as a council member from your old hive.

Memories of all the awful things they said and the circumstances of your banishment came to your mind, making your breathing quicken.

“My queen-“

“Don’t you dare call her that, you scum!”

The prince said, standing in front of you protectively “She isn’t your queen anymore, you made that decision yourself.”

The council member hung his head in shame. “… I know. Trust me, we all regret that deeply.”

You gently pulled the prince to you, giving his antennae a gentle caress to calm him down. Even if he was a prince, he was still one of your sons, and they were all angry on your behalf.

When you stayed silent, the former council member continued. “The hive… it’s gone. The new queen was a pawn for the parasitic wasps.”

This caused your hive to buzz anxiously. Many of the new members were from broken or destroyed hives by those hybrids.

Some were just little ones, torn away from their mothers, watching as the queens that birthed them were killed. Their tiny bodies trembled as they clung to your side, of course you had adopted them.

“Why do you darken my doorway, saying such things in front of the children?” you said, gathering the terrified babies into your arms. “You have no business here, I’ve been banished.”

“My queen-“

The prince was across the room in a split second, holding a knife to the former council member’s throat. “Don’t make me tell you again, scum. That is my mother, not your queen.”

You lifted a hand, and the prince backed away slightly, but stayed within arms reach. “… what about the new queen’s children?”

“… most of them were infected with the queen’s parasites. Those that we could save were in a dire state, while the rest perished.”

You let out a distressed whine, clutching one of the orphans' hands to comfort them. It wasn’t easy being a mother and hearing about the death of children.

“And what do you want from me?”

He took a moment to think before speaking. “Shelter for the children… they’re scared and hungry, most of them have severe injuries and illnesses as well.”

“… alright. Basil, please contact the worker bees and have them set up a temporary quarantine room, with enough room to accommodate 30 children.”

You sat back down on your throne, peering down at the former council member. He had been someone you had loved, even mated with years ago. A few of your sons were a result of that… yet in this moment you resented him and all the previous hive had done.

“I will only be taking in the children.”

Before he could protest, he stopped himself and stood. “I understand… please, do not hate them because of what we did. They are innocent in this.”

As you watched over the construction of the quarantine room, you occasionally glanced outside.

Your former hive members, at least, what was left of them was gathered around. They gave up their children, only wanting their survival.

When they spotted you looking, they stared up at you with remorse and longing.

They’d be staying nearby while waiting for the children to recover, and the threat of the parasitic wasps still lingered.

Would you ever be able to forgive them, especially if it meant joining forces and gaining knowledge to protect yourselves in a world that was changing rapidly?

Or would you turn your back on them, just like they had done to you? It was only fair, and how could you trust them when they already betrayed you once?

The choice was yours.

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[reality-shitting]

General realizations ab shifting that helped me

The void is not a realm or a place- it is YOU. You ARE the Void. The Void is solely the awareness of being, fully.

You are not ONE being. Think of the consciousness in you as being interconnected with all other infinite versions of you. These interconnections converge into your full consciousness, the true YOU. It's almost Eldritch to think about.

Something I'm just now thinking of, perhaps this means the subconscious is all other versions of you- you're separated and cut off from experiencing the entirety of being, but that entirety is still there, guiding you from behind the scenes.

No matter what the assumption, "I am" is true. I am kind, as my actions and thoughts show, but I'm also cruel and cold-hearted, as may be the perception of another. I think I'm funny, but someone else may think I'm cheesy- therefore, I am both. And this also goes for the personas of myself in other realities. I am everything. Simultaneously, this also means I am Nothing. I simply am.

To add to the points above, I believe this "Eldritch" conglomerate is what we call the Void state, and would explain why every manifestation happens instantly once we reach this state. Think of it like accessing the files in an infinite data base- all you need to do is find the files you're looking for and download them.

As much as people will try to stress things like "you need to let go" or realizing that shifting is easy, you won't truly be able to understand what they're saying until you experience it.

All things exist at once and every inconceivably small action creates a new reality. As small as "this single cell from 7000 years ago died .000000001 seconds prematurely", and smaller.

Shifting IS easy- in the same way that gleeking or stretching is easy. Some people are able to do it on command or go further than others with no training whatsoever. Others may do it accidentally and sporadically. This does not mean the latter are unable to do these things at will, but they simply need a bit of help learning to do it on command.

Question stressing you out? "But what about this plot hole?", "How does XYZ work??", "What will happen back in my OR???"- STOP. No need to stress yourself over that, this by itself I feel cost me years on my journey. Everything will work out. It doesn't matter how, but it will, and it will either even itself out or be in your favor. Don't even think about those things. Relax.

Another one that held me back MASSIVELY. Struggling to visualize your DR? "I know it has THIS SPECIFIC TABLE in this SPECIFIC place and everything has to be perfect"! No. Your visualization does Not need to be perfect. Nor does it have to be "accurate", really. Once you just let your mind wander and let your subconscious make up it's own layout, it'll help you slip in much more easily. I put so much pressure on myself to make sure I was visualizing my specific reality, and it became so much easier when I just trusted myself to build it up from my subconscious instead of "forcing" a look

They say once it's in the 4D (imagination), it's already real. That's why you're encouraged to embody, think, act, feel as your DR self. Like playing pretend as a kid, you'll be so focused on your imagination, you don't even realize you're in your OR. If you don't shift through that alone, it certainly helps make you feel far more connected. This is also why I came up with the Furina method (although I suppose it's debatable if I really "came up" with it)

Methods/Advice are like pants. Some are too itchy, some are too tight, some you like the feel of but there's just some small flaw. When you find what you were missing, what you needed to hear, it'll be a perfect fit.

[prncssguya]

on hwang in-ho/front man, seong gi-hun and their dynamic.

first, idk why people are getting so upset at other people calling gi-hun dumb, we were told that in the first season. lol being bright is not his strongest trait but he has a good heart and we love that about him. however, he is still an idealistic gullible idiot with a gambling problem. except this time his gambling addiction is backed by a sense of justice and righteousness and he no longer gambles with money, he’s gambling with people’s lives. front man asked a good question at the end of the season, “did you have fun playing the hero?” can we even call gi-hun the hero of the story anymore? he gambled with people’s lives and front man showed him the consequences of his moral heroics.

front man only agreed to help gi-hun with his revolution when he mentioned about "small sacrifices for the greater good". i think he reveled in the fact that the “good guy” was willing to allow a few innocent people to die for the greater good to stop the games, which is exactly what the entire VIP theory is to rid the world of 'trash' to improve the world. notice how gi-hun's moral code and belief also changed, from being "nobody should die" into "yeah small sacrifice is okay as long it's for the greater good" at this point, he just proved that front man's belief is actually valid. AND he gets more of his own people killed in the pointless battle with the soldiers that they had no chance of winning. now he gets to feel responsible for all those deaths and the death of his friend and for whatever additional torture they cook up in the next games (as punishment for the escape attempt).

now on hwang in-ho, i believe he was once a good man and the story he told gi-hun was the truth. but in the end he lost a kidney, lost a wife, a baby, lost his money, got fucked over by the wrong people and got into serious debt and had to play this game to help his wife and probably it was too late to save her. he might have played the games like gi-hun but saw how ruthless and greedy people are and resolved that they don't deserve help

i don’t think in-ho wants/will kill gi-hun, but he wants him to understand things from his perspective and show him that his compassion for the people in the games is foolish. you can tell the frontmen (the old man and in-ho) are extremely fond of gi hun. not only did he protect their original front man when nobody else did, he then won the games and thus their respect as he is now as rich as them. he's no longer "trash", he’s an elite like them. i think they both actually kept tabs on him after he won (i wonder if they do that for all winners? inserting them with gps chips?) because they knew he had not used his reward money and in-ho wanted gi-hun to get on the plane and be happy with his daughter

there’s one interesting aspect of the games that makes front man such a complex character. the fact that they’re operating a organ transplant trafficking network. in a way, he’s creating some good to come from a really fucked up situation. but is it really for the good of others who desperately need it, people like his wife, like his brother? or is it just a money making scheme?

either way, i don’t think there is going to be a redemption arc for in-ho, he’s too far gone. we may get to see more of his human side if he manages to see jun-ho again. the only time we’ve seen genuine emotions from him was when he shot his brother like he seemed distraught

the real cliffhanger for me, is will gi-hun stay true to his belief that people can be good, or will he be forever changed into a villain and become the next front man…? after the events of this season i don’t see how his will doesn’t shatter. he’s witnessed how humanity consistently chose money over survival, he’s lost two close friends, his mother, abandoned his daughter. he has gained nothing from wanting to stop the games and this clearly feels like an origin story for the next front man. it’s clear the front man has won this round and i think squid game will either die with 001 or continue with gi-hun as game master

another thing i find funny that i don’t see many mention is how gi-hun is like the luckiest guy in the fucking world. but i don’t think him being alive this long is plot armor, it makes sense. the games exist for the entertainment of rich sadists who have so much money they don't know what to do with it (remember what old 001 said in s1 about life being no fun for both people with no money and people with too much money). and i’d imagine killing hundreds of poor debt-ridden fools year after year gets boring. especially when said fools are desperate enough to gamble with their lives because they think they can beat the system by playing better than everyone else and surviving and getting the money.

gihun is different because he got the money, got out, and still came back. not because he's unfeeling or because he wants more money, but because he's still convinced he can beat the system.

if you're a rich bored gazillionaire, would you rather watch some randos die or would you rather watch this exceptional idiot fail again and again until he learns that his ideals are meaningless and people are inherently greedy and equality is a myth and people at the bottom of the barrel don't get to question the system?

if you're an asshole gazillionaire, you don't want someone to challenge you and just get away with it. you want to hand them 45.6 billion won and make them go away quietly, traumatized, after breaking them psychologically by making them do horrible things until they understand they're just powerless "horses". if they insist on challenging you and your system and your beliefs (money = boundless power), you teach them a lesson and show them their place in the most manipulative and cruel way possible. if gihun dies right away, that's boring. so he can't die, he needs to suffer. he needs to concede defeat.

also, i find it funny how people are comparing hwang inho and gihun dynamic to hannibal and will graham. makes sense, their whole cat and mouse game, front man hiding his true nature from gi-hun the same way hannibal does, trying to corrupt the righteous protagonist, sowing chaos, testing him and observing his behavior like a lab rat, the crazy tension and staring contests, the gaslighting and manipulation. and with the fact that they think lee byung-hun looks like mads mikkelsen. i never put the two of them together but now i can’t unsee it lol