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xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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Bend The Elbow Outwards (Kurokawa Izana x OC)

read on AO3 instead

Prologue: Can't Make An Omelette Without Cracking A Few Eggs

The human brain is quite an interesting thing: pattern recognition is set in it so deeply that, whether subconsciously or not, one ends up making connections to different, completely unrelated things with the ease of a bird taking flight.

Whenever the girl hiding under the name Nagahara Kyouko thinks about her father, the first sound that comes to mind is not his warm laugh; not his accented Korean as he taught her how to read Hangul, nor his off-key singing of Japanese children’s songs about vegetables, memorised from cassettes sent to him all the way from Tokyo of children’s morning programmes.

Crack, goes the egg he’s showing her how to open at the edge of the bowl. They’re making tamagoyaki for breakfast - her on the dining chair dragged to the counter of their miniature kitchen, their one apron dwarfing her pudgy body as she giggles at the slimy texture of raw egg whites running through her just-washed hands, him right next to her, laughing and fishing eggshells out of the mixture.

Crack, goes the gun in the unfamiliar man’s hands on their doorstep. Her father’s head goes crack, too - falls in little, messy pieces on the floor and on her like the clumsily-cracked egg she’d held in her hands just this morning.

Brain matter isn’t as slimy and runny as egg whites, and skull fragments aren’t as soft and breakable as egg shells, and the blood and fluids on her (just-washed) hands makes her father’s gun difficult to hold—

(—crack, goes the gun again, and dying truly is an instantaneous thing when you’ve been killed correctly—)

—but the girl who will carry the name Nagahara Kyouko in a few short years wasn’t only taught by her father how to crack eggs.

Crack, goes the gun in her hands.

Crack, goes the man who (has, can, will) kill her.

An eternity later, when the blood has cooled and she has collected and separated her father’s remains from his (their) murderer’s, there’s a voice she has only heard on the phone, sharp and furious as always:

“Can’t even die properly, what is wrong with this useless child? That’s what I get for hiring incompetent idiots; can you imagine, getting dropped by a three-year old? An embarrassment to our clan! Hey, you, do you even know what I’m saying? That bastard’s Korean was worse than nonexistent, of course you don’t. Aish, playing with corpses, such a stupid brat. You’ll stink up my apartment for days now, why couldn’t I have you dead…”

A pause in the rapid stream of words; she doesn’t look up from the bloodstained floor, but the cutting glare of a predator scenting weakness is strong enough to make her dizzy.

“Hey. Japanese. You understand, yes?”

A heartbeat’s length of silence; is it better to stay quiet, or to make a sound? But if she opens her mouth, she’ll throw up, and then the life her father gave her will be forfeit. A nod, slow and low enough to also count as a bow; never look in the eyes of someone who is searching for something you have.

“Well, at least that you can do.”

The high-heeled shoes stop in front of her with a deafening crack; pale knees, a sensible, expensive, tailored suit in gray, blood-red lipstick on a mouth pursed in discontent for having to crouch closer to such a failure in this mess. A small, oval face, downy brown hair sensibly pulled back into a bun, fox-shaped eyes the colour of dried blood.

“No matter what that imbecile has tried to fill your head with, you’re still a daughter of the An Family. Your blood, though tainted, still has some use to us.” A smile: warm, friendly, inviting; no teeth in sight, and yet she can feel them closing around her jugular with every hammering heartbeat. “It must have been scary, right? Getting shot. But because we are of the An Family, we always find a way to fix it; your survival is proof you belong with us.”

The girl who will one day run away from the family legacy and take on her father’s surname meets the eyes of this woman who she could pass as a twin to, (if) when she grows up. What a comic way to put it - fix it, like reliving the measly five years of her life again after getting her brains blown out, perpetually swimming in terror as to when the one who gave birth to her will finally tire of her and her father’s existence and end this once and for all, was in order to join the An Family officially.

That An Family, blessed by a legendary gumiho with the power to change the future centuries ago, what has it done for her and her father, other than arrange their deaths? How arrogant of this woman, to think the only thought in her child’s mind in the face of death is ‘I have failed this family, I want to do my role better’ - when it was, in fact, simply, ‘I want to go back to those sunny days in the kitchen with Dad’.

Changing the future after death - that’s the ability the descendants of An Gildong are granted through his union with a Heavenly Fox. But she has not changed the future in the way she wanted; by the criteria laid in front of her, with this failure, she is unworthy of being a part of this family.

So with this loophole firmly in mind, Nagahara Tatsu’s daughter looks her mother in the eyes and says, “Whatever it is this esteemed person is talking about, I’m afraid it doesn’t pertain to me.”

Crack, sounds the collision between backhand and cheek. Blood drips down her face, mixing with the dried puddles on the floor. Over the vicious scolding she’s getting, a thought well-treaded forms yet again, this time confirmed after such a catastrophic failure:

Otou-san, truly, I have always wished to only share blood with you.

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I think Self Shippers need to kick it up a notch and have Fictional Enemies, make a self insert whose life goal is to beat the shit out of a canon character

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favourite selfship dynamic ever has GOT to be "this is an objectively evil character But What If I Was Their Favourite" . literally SO fucking real . and i AM their favourite . they told me so and they would never lie to me. sorry that they lied TO YOU but they wouldnt do that to me. im just built different

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heaven saw me struggling and gave me astronomical luck 🙏🙏

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🐾🐾

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I won my first 50/50 and got my first Archon, I’m so happy I could cry rn 😭 😭 😭

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If I write a Xiao x Mirror Maiden! Reader, will anybody be interested 👀👀

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How they give you a massage:

Diluc: has big, warm hands, perfect for massaging, but is a little unsure in the beginning. He insists to do it over your shirt (his face starts matching his hair and you relent without teasing him too much) and so of course he doesn't use oil. He doesn't quite know his strength, but after a few times of pressing too hard he gets the hang of it.

Tartaglia: slowly traces up the bridge of your nose and over your eyebrows with his thumbs, humming half-forgotten folk songs. His mother taught him how to soothe her headaches just like this. Might kiss your forehead after he's done, and especially if you've fallen asleep during his ministrations.

Kaeya: uses oil over your bare skin. He's good with his hands, finds your problem spots but doesn't press too hard, but the moment you relax into his touch he'll start flirt-teasing. Every noise you unintentionally let out will be used against you, so take up his offers for a massage with caution.

Zhongli: the pro of pros. Gives you a history lesson of the massaging practices in Liyue and then what oils are good for what while sorting out the kinks in your back. Uses his vision for those neat little vibrating stones. You're putty in his hands seconds after he gets his hands on you. A five-star spa massage.

Kazuha: gentle, calloused fingers rubbing the exhaustion and tension out of your tendrons, digging into the soft flesh of your palm. He likes massaging your hands and arms the most, because he can intertwine your fingers together when he's done.

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The eternal question: do I top up so I don't waste the reset of the bonus genesis crystals, or do I spare my wallet the pain

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Others: Simping over Baal's booba sword

Me an asexual: Simping about Baal, Aether and Baizhu's beautiful long braids/hair

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Genshin AU where everything is the same but Traveler's hair also changes with their element.

Example:

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Me: oh I don't really want Baal, I'm tempted to pull for her just because she's an archon but I really dislike her since she killed Kazuha's friend

Mihoyo: *kills all of Baal's friends*

Me:

Me: FUCK