#I'll always love stories about the discovery of yourself

[bugstung]

Yeah my conclusion of the day about ruikasa is that Rui is aware of his own feelings, but doesn't want to ruin their friendship (especially since wxs is already on a timer, he doesn't want to cut it even shorter), and think he's selfish for enjoying moments with Tsukasa (like inviting him to that fuck ass lake that is a popular couple spot)

Tsukasa on the other hand is completely oblivious to Rui's feelings as well as his own. I defo think he doesn't get flirting, as well as him being aroace with some kind of internalized homophobia?? I think he's the type of dude that can't wrap his head about people around him being queer (but he wouldn't take it badly if anyone was, he's just surprised when every single one of his friends comes out to him), and not even one second thinks he himself could be queer

[alternate-real-ities]

Hey man! Love what you've got going on with your blog and helping people out! Would love to see what else is out there for me, love a good race tf personally!

- TF Lover

Hey there! Thanks so much for your kind words about my blog and the unique content I share. I'm always happy to help spark people's imaginations!

As you know, my current setup relies on peering into alternate realities via this custom-built multiverse gazing machine (which is a long story!). While full transformations aren't yet possible with my current tech, I've been able to capture some fascinating versions of yourself from other dimensions. Here are three such glimpses:

First up, meet yourself as a young Indian man from another reality.

In this version of yourself, you are a skinny and nerdy-looking young man in your early 20s. You have long dark hair, bright brown eyes framed by thick glasses, and your face sports quite a bit of facial hair that you trim to look tidy.

You work as a software engineer at a large tech company in the heart of Silicon Valley making the big money. When you're not coding away, you love to play video games at home in your pajamas and eat junk food while binge-watching anime series.

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Next up, meet your Japanese popstar doppelganger:

In this reality you're dressed to impress in a tailored ensemble that accentuates every sculpted muscle beneath. Your brownish hair is perfectly coiffed, contrasting with porcelain skin and dark piercing eyes. The confident smirk that usually plays on your lips suggests you know exactly how captivating you look.

Under the glare of the lights, every inch of your lean physique seems to shimmer with an otherworldly allure. Your jeans hug the swell of your ass as you move fluidly across the stage, commanding the audience's attention with every sway and thrust. The energy is electric - you can almost hear the collective sighs of adoration from the crowd!

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Finally, across yet another dimensional divide, we can find yourself tapping into your nordic roots:

In this reality, you exude a quiet confidence that commands respect. Your piercing blue eyes seem to bore into everything you look at, and that strong jawline is accentuated by a neatly trimmed beard. The way your body fill out your clothes makes other people wonder what other assets lie beneath...

Beneath that buttoned-up exterior lies a beast waiting to be unleashed - a physique sculpted through grueling gym sessions, where muscles ripple and flex as you pour sweat. Just imagine the raw power coiled within those piercing blue eyes...

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These glimpses offer just a taste of the incredible diversity possible across the multiverse. Who knows what other versions of yourself await discovery? As I work on my timeline converger, maybe one day I'll be able to share the gift of full transformations with you and others. Until then, I hope these alternate realities inspire you into achieving the best of you!

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Male Yandere Deep Sea-Creature x Female Mermaid Reader x Male Yandere Human

I don’t think you’ve ever done 2 yanderes pursuing the same darling, so think you could try it? (Unless I’m just stupid and aren’t remembering your other stories right)

We all know of the classic mercreature x human forbidden romance story, but what if there was another from the same marine world added into the mix? Yandere deep sea-creature is also in love with mermaid reader darling, so imagine what he’d do to keep her with him. Same goes for yandere human

This story you can hopefully have fun with as there’s so many ways it can turn out. And another note on why deep sea-creature…it was because I think a merman can be a bit boring, and it’d be interesting to explore a deep sea-creature instead (or straight up eldritch monster of your own creation). Just remember…deep sea-creatures usually get bigger the deeper you go. Much bigger thanks to deep sea gigantism…;)

(Re-sending this to you, because you said you only got 3 requests when I think I sent you 4. But if you had this request, just ignore this ask with this additional message at the end)

Thanks!!! 💝

Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader x Human! Male! Hunter

OH THIS IS A DOOZY TO WRITE

By the way, guess whose birthday it is today (Hint: it's me LOL)

Got a little bit sidelined on this fic, but i tried. Two men pursuing darling ain't for me but for you, 💝anon, I'll do it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

This one starts with (and focuses on) you, the reader, since I can't exactly make a yandere man focused fic with two men without making it really long. So unfortunately I cannot put that much of their lore.

Wait, so what does this mean? Do they belong to the same number, or separate? (I mean, I am targeting 16 yanderes in one set. So do they count as one or nah? Eh...)

Yandere! Deep Sea creature name: Viper (from the viperfish) Yandere! Hunter: Orion

It was truly an unfortunate day for you.

You, a mermaid living in the ocean, swimming freely without any people's judgements and even other mermaids.

You aren't exactly a woman of fear.

You love exploring. It's one of your favorite hobbies and actively seek out new thrills and discoveries.

In a world where mer/werpeople were still a newly discovered concept by humans, your folks were adamant on telling you to keep safe from them. Since humans are cruel and what not.

But you didn't care. You wish to see humans and their inventions.

Because of this, you became an outcast from your people, and live on your own in one of the trenches. Just a tad far away from oceanic civilization.

You felt bad for yourself, honestly. Why can't they just accept you're just thirsty for knowledge?

You want to swim up top, where the sun shines and the huge boats reside, with legged people running around in water vehicles. You want to know how they operated it, how they made it, and stuff like that.

Contrary to popular belief, Humans are the uneducated ones. They went on for years upon years not knowing about wer/merpeople other than their mythologies. Yet these other species had always blended with them seamlessly.

Foolish, but that's what made them fascinating for you.

But you only knew what's up above, but not...

The current suddenly felt cold as you lounged at one of the trench dugouts, and you looked down from your side.

It was deep. Too deep for you to explore.

You love the light, but hate the dark.

And it was dark down there. An eerie, dark blue of emptiness.

You're the only one in this abandoned trench, teeming with other sea life other than merpeople, with corals so beautiful and sea anemones that sway with the waters.

But as the trench go down... And down... And down...

They decreased in numbers till they got swallowed by the darkness.

You heard of deep sea merpeople sometimes, but a lot agreed to not look for them. For they are hideous and ugly. Some use them as a scare tactic for young merchildren, that these hideous and large merpeople will eat them alive.

Unfortunately, you believed those stories due to your parents drilling it in your head to not head down.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag, before swimming upwards as you saw a weird mechanism suddenly being dropped in the water via a boat.

You swam around it, curious to this weird ball. It's clearly cut in half then somehow glued together. It's tied to a rope, with little baits decorating the sides.

"Weird, how do humans catch fishes with this?" You asked to yourself, tilting your head as you swatted away the fishes from trying to eat the baits.

Curiosity got a hold of you though. And as you accidentally pulled a bait out from trying to carefully remove it, the ball bursts open and spews out a net, catching you off guard as you got enveloped by the fishnet.

"WHA--?!" As you got enveloped, your body got hauled back to the surface.

Your heart is beating wildly as you broke through the water tension. You can feel the heat of the sun now enveloping your body, which was once only can be felt by your face. You can feel the water dripping from your body down to the waters below, and the net digging onto your skin as your weight made the machine creek.

"Oh? A mermaid?"

A sultry voice said, snapping you from your fear. You looked up, and saw not two, but only one human in such a big boat.

He stood tall, with long legs in a fitted pair of pants and boots. He's wearing a dress shirt that hung loosely on his torso in an inserted fashion. He had a hooded look in his face, examining you over.

"This is the first time I saw a mermaid. Hey there, love." He said again in that voice that made you shiver.

He leans to the edge of the boat, his elbows on the railings. Looking at you with an inquisitve look.

"My name's Orion, love. What's yours?" He asked in a deep tone that made you gulp.

"Y/N..." You whispered, gripping your bag.

"Pretty name for a pretty mermaid." He smiled and you flushed red.

Due to being a recluse, you never got the chance to find a lover, let alone a mate.

As you started to dry out a bit, you scratched your skin, uncomfortable from the direct heat.

Orion saw this and went to the machine.

You curiously looked at what he's doing, trembling from the sudden realization that you're so close to a human invention!

You clutched your bag once more and intently watched as Orion hummed and pulled the lever, making you jerk back as the machine whirred to life and lowered your net.

"Forgive me, love. Thought I caught a big octopus or a huge school of fish." Orion said, making you nod as your body got immersed with the water.

The net unclasped from the bottom, which was held together by a strong magnet as it retreated back to the ball.

"Thank you, Orion." You whispered.

"No problem, love. I'm sorry for catching you like that again." Orion chuckled at your voice.

You didn't make a move from your place, still so curious about the boat. Orion noticed it and chuckled once more.

"Want to know stuff about boats?" He asked and you nodded eagerly. "Alright."

And, as Orion and you talked the afternoon off, you didn't notice a pair of eyes from down, down below look at you with such intensity, hostile.

Orion. A rich man who got a vessel by himself to know more about sealife, hunt them, and display them as catches.

He's always been interested marine life. Living by the seaside most of his life due to his yacht investing father and a beach resort owner mother, he's drawn to the sea in more ways than one.

Due to being mostly by the sea, he developed such tan skin that glistens under the sun whenever he walks by the port. Plus the way his face is built, he looks like a Carribean prince waiting for his mermaid to appear on the beach while not being able to speak.

But due to his parents' financial status, most of the time he only spends time by himself. Other children his age in that port town were intimidated. Despite him trying to be friendly, he can't catch himself a friend at all.

That goes for lovers too. Yeah, there are people who are brave. But in the end, they get overwhelmed from his clinginess.

This made him more clingy and possessive.

He just doesn't want them to run away. He's too lonely for such an extroverted man like him. And with so much love (baggage) to give, how can he make somebody stay in such a demanding and overwhelming way?

It's honestly a draining cycle for both him and the lovers he had.

Now, he only hunts fishes and and examine them. If they're edible, he eats them. If it's interesting, he taxidermies them somehow.

Then, while testing a new net system he developed, he catches a mermaid, you.

He's surprised, but got his heart speared when he saw your clear, fearful, yet curious eyes.

You're so pretty that he swore he's in heaven rather than the sea.

For the first time, an aggressive want to make you his filled him inside that it scared even him.

But he doesn't want to scare you. So, rather than being overwhelming immediately, he took his time.

Why not start with fulfilling your thirst for knowledge?

Everyday, he goes back to that specific spot only for you. You always asked him about his boat, about the machinery, about technology that he brought... He filled your head with information that made you so giddy it was adorable in his eyes.

But he can't shake off the feeling of somebody staring at them. It's honestly unsettling. Sure, it may be other merfolks, but you swore that nobody other than you goes here.

It's strange, but he shrugs it off. He's happy to solo you anyways.

What you didn't know is that he's already ordered a large aquarium type habitat on his home. The size of city wide aquariums of sharks, whales, etc. He made sure to put everything that he thinks you will like.

He wants you in his arms.

He wants to jump down to the sea, hug you in such a tight embrace, and devour your salty lips that will probably taste so sweet on his tongue.

You're so sweet, inquisitive, kind, and understanding. Too lovable. And just thinking that other merfolk have interacted with you before and some probably saw you as a potential mate darkens his mood to no end.

He hasn't tried hunting mermaids yet, should he?

Somehow, he's grateful that you're a social outcast. That means he could just solo you like this.

Not until you didn't show up in a meeting, and his heart dropped to the floor.

Hours before the daily meeting.

You plucked some kelp from a nearby kelp farm that you personally oversee. Hungry, you rolled some and continued to find more proper kelp to join in a fish salad.

Hey, some sealife here are the equivalent of meat consumables for humans.

Getting some oysters, you continued to get food for dinner when a light flashed from your peripheral vision.

"Hmm?" Your body swayed as you looked to the side where the light came from.

Putting what you got in your basket, you swam to the trenches again and tried to find where the light came from.

Some fishes got out of your way as you tried to find it once more, before it flashed again.

"Aha! Now, where... Huh?"

The flash came from the deepest part of the trenches.

The cold current got to you again, and you shivered.

It flashed again, enticing you to swim closer.

But you knew not to do it.

The stories of the deep sea merpeople flashed your mind again, and you almost shrieked in fear from the memories.

But the light is so enticing...

"Just a bit..."

You swam down, passing by the corals and the anemones. Your heartrate picked up, feeling the cold current once more.

Then, you noticed how the corals and anemones are thinning out, but you pushed through, telling yourself that it's not that far.

It's really not that far... Right?

The light flashed once more, now a bit bigger.

So, with a burst of energy and the adrenaline, you swam harder, wanting to see what's the flashing light is.

Then, the light went out.

You gasped in fear and astonishment as suddenly, it got so dark.

With nothing around you at all. Not even the trenches' walls kept you company as the vast, dark nothingness filled your vision.

Cold currents on warm waters, water rippling around you as if some kind of entity kept swimming past you, and you swore you saw beady eyes look at you from afar.

Should you go up?

But wait, where is up?

You felt your stomach drop.

Then, the flashing light blinded you, making you yelp and cover your eyes.

Feeling a sense of deja vu, you felt a presence in front of you.

No, around you.

You trembled, not wanting to open your eyes, but you knew you have to face whatever was in front of you.

So you opened your eyes, and almost shrieked once more from the person in front of you.

He's huge. With beady, ghost like eyes and sharp teeth as he unhinges his jaw in such a grotesque way that made you squirm in how uncomfortable it is to look at. His antenna, the one flashing, shone in now a dimly light as he swerves his body around you. Almost coiling his tail on your body.

He's triple your length, maybe quadruple even. And he laughs deeply at your scared face. He had a sick joy flashing his eyes before he tilted his head.

"Upper Dweller, didn't know you would follow my light." His voice, a ghost like quality with such roughness that it's gravelly. "I'm surprised you're still alive with such curiosity inside of you. Tell me, little one, what's your name?"

"Y/N..." You gulped, cowering from his stature as he swam around you once more.

He looked so creepy, yet had this look that's attracting you to him. Is it the antenna? Who knows.

"A name that matches you." He chuckles and you squirm. Was it a good thing or bad?

"My name's Viper. Nice to meet you, Upper Dweller Y/N." He smiles, his jaw now back in its place yet the sharp teeth still shone. "Hmm... Tiny mermaid, so easy to crush..."

He fully coiled his tail around you, and it felt so cold. The scales felt so cold and uncomfortable against your own tail and skin.

"You dwell on the trenches that nobody dares to live due to being the entrance to my lair." He whispers, closing his face against yours. "Did the people not tell you that?"

You felt your blood run colder than usual. Nobody did. Did they send you there knowing a deep sea dweller lives at the bottom?

Suddenly, you felt helpless against his hold as you realized that you got sent to your what's essentially your death.

Viper smiles from your reaction as he kept himself from pulling you down to the abyss completely.

The first time you got to the trenches, Viper was thoroughly surprised. The abandoned trenches suddenly got a resident once more? Who's the stupid mermaid who dares to live on his what's essentially a frontyard?

And he got a good look on you. Despite being of a viperfish specie, his ghost like eyes were useful for him, making him look at your face fully even though the distance is so far.

You. You look so precious, so pure as you swam around above. So small and puny that just one bite from his powerful jaw can crack you open.

But he didn't lure you yet, just observed his prey as you swam around, trying to watch the boats on the surface.

Viper's a lonely man.

Deep sea merfolk are rare, and in this place, it was only him.

So, he never really got the proper education on what to do in social contexts. Not like he had a chance to do so.

The only time he got is when people still reside the trenches up above when he's still a fry. They looked so happy and chatty, friendly and kind.

And he wants to experience it too.

So, he swam up, trying to form relationships, but this only scared the merfolk away from the ghost like appearance of Viper and his sheer size despite being only a fry back then.

And all of them left the trenches.

It broke small Viper's heart, and he steeled them in the years to come.

But now, you moved in.

Fortunately, Viper's in that age that he's finding a mate to be with for life.

And, with how much he observed you, taking in your smiles, curious glances up above, and fearful looks you gave down below, he slowly fell in love with you.

Well, in one way or another.

So, when he saw you talking to this puny human, he knew he had to make his move.

So, he lured you here.

"Little one..." He whispered, nudging your hand open with his sharp claws.

You opened it nervously, and gasped in terror as he gave you a black pearl.

A symbol of wanting to be mates.

"NO!" You screamed in fear as you got the strength to break free and swim with all your might up to the surface.

Viper growled and tried to catch up with you.

"COME HERE!"

You shrieked in terror as his hand is only a smidge away from your tail.

The darkness slowly got lighter, and you were tired from exhaustion but you knew you cannot stop.

Viper was angry. How dare you reject him! A little upper-dweller that he can just crush with one hand yet he graciously let live reject his offer to be his mate?

But the light got too much for him, and he had to hiss and retreat.

"You will be back." He whispered, watching your retreating figure. "I just know it."

Viper remembers the other man, the human, who somehow saw through him one day when he observed the both of you. Viper felt the hostility and bloodlust from him as he looked directly at where Viper is.

Viper swore up and down it's just coincidence, but the way Orion's eyes never left his spot was unsettling. How can Orion even see Viper?

But Viper knew that this man is not an easy opponent.

So he retreats...

And Orion also retreats as he realized you aren't going to be in the meeting place today.

Two men. One up above, and one below.

Both wants you in their arms.

One will offer you the light but in such a restrictive way,

And the other will offer you the darkness filled with uncertainty but within the waters you know and love.

So, who will it be, love?

Time is ticking, little one.

It will not be long until these two go face to face.

And one will not live to see the tale.

[lostfirefly]

Masterlist

(just not to lose my stories on the page, coz I don't know how it all started :))

One Piece - Buggy x OC, Buggy x Reader (placed on a separate link)

ᐢᗜᐢ Buggy x Reader Masterlist ᐢᗜᐢ

Buggy x Catherine (OC from You've Got the Same Dream as Me series)

(AU: No ships, no marines, Buggy lives in Cairo and runs a circus, periodically goes in search of gold with his girlfriend)

A brilliant art by UlfJack

• You've Got the Same Dream as Me

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (the final)

Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..  (based on my dream with Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill, but they have been replaced). Main characters: Sir Crocodile x OC, Buggy x OC. The Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes.

• Life Must Have It's Mysteries Cathie-pie and Buggy are going to their new adventure to find the blue diamond.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (nsfw part is included), Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (the epilogue)

• You are what my sins enclosed, lust as not as creative as its discovery (nsfw!) Buggy and Catherine live happily together in Cairo and they return home from the walk. Catherine made one mistake :)

• With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart, and that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart Buggy and Catherine were spending their evening at a bar. He was busy all week with his circus, so they hardly saw each other (yes, this happens too). A simple game leads to their first fight. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (nsfw!)

• 'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen, baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory Catherine's birthday. Buggy wants to give her a fun day.

• Let's stay together lovin' you whether, whether times are good or bad, happy or sad Buggy had a rough day, he came home upset and got a share of comfort from his Cathie-pie :) • Tell me what you want to hear, something that will light those ears I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away Catherine came back home and found Buggy lying on the couch with the headphones. • If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you Buggy and Catherine have been living together for about a month one and a half to two months. Catherine sees him without his clown makeup for the first time (for a completely stupid reason, because these two couldn’t have it any other way) • Cooking in the kitchen now that's what we do, there's something cooking in the kitchen just for you Cathie-pie is making breakfast for her beloved clown.

• What do you do? What do you do in the bath? (NSFW part is included) Buggy came home from a short tour. He and Catherine are taking a bath. Something gets out of control :) • Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again Buggy asks Catherine out on a date, and they accidentally run into an old friend of hers. • The score will show we're pretty bad, but look at all the fun we've had Buggy screwed up (as always) and Catherine made him take her to the bowling club. • Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me? (nsfw is included!) Events take place after chapter 10 of "You've got the same dream as me". Catherine decides to stay in Cairo. Buggy brings her home. • Dust the shelves and polish the glass-ware, the housework makes you happy Catherine once again pulls out the trio Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji from the prison's point of view and forces them to clean the apartment. • Sharing horizons that are new to us, watchin' the signs along the way, talkin' it over, just the two of us, workin' together day to day Catherine and Buggy are celebrating six months since they first met. • I stand in fear as she gets near, then everything's okay I hope this feeling never goes away (flashback) Catherine and Buggy are going on their first date. Buggy sometimes reacts to simple little things in a very strange way. • I'm still learning about life, my woman brought children for me, so I can sing them all my songs, and I can tell them stories One morning if Buggy and Catherine had kids. • Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I've got the feeling that something ain't right Neighbor asks Catherine and Buggy to look after the kids at their birthday party while she goes to get the cake. • In my midnight confessions, when I say all the things that I want to (Bedtime Story Series) Catherine's backstory in the format of fairy tales. Chapter 1 • Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you! (sfw + nsfw) Buggy's bday! Catherine throws a party!

• Your nose is runnin', and your eyes are red, your head is achin', you'd be better in bed

Catherine caught a cold. Buggy takes care of her.

ᐢᗜᐢ Buggy and Catherine's Lifetime Sketches ᐢᗜᐢ

Bugust (lifetime sketches, stories)

OC: Day 1, Day 2, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 12, Day 14, Day 15, Day 16 (nsfw), Day 19, Day 20, Day 21, Day 22, Day 24 (nsfw), Day 25, Day 27, Day 28. Day 30 (nsfw), Day 31

Reader: Day 1, Day 12, Day 16 (NSFW), Day 23 (NSFW), Day 26, Day 29

Sir Crocodile x OC

• Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (a bday present for my @yujo-nishimura)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 (The Finale, NSFW part is included)

Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.

[pteren]

i just played a text-based RPG for two days straight

it's called Roadwarden and i loved it. you play as an adventurer tasked with traveling the roads between disconnected settlements in a deadly wilderness.

WORLDBUILDING (no plot spoilers) the setting is a dangerous and disconnected fantasy frontier which lies in the shadow of a powerful expansionist nation. everyone has beef with each other and it's not always clear who, if anyone, is in the right. the forces of nature are revered and feared. the monsters are SCARY dude. not in a cheesy horror movie way but in a very visceral "the wilderness is so much bigger than you" way. every confrontation has weight to it and the line between mundane animals and supernatural fantasy creatures is blurred. powerful themes include trust, grief, desperation, societal and personal guilt, trauma, religious tension, colonialism, environmentalism, and quite possibly more i never discovered- i expect to be replaying this game a lot. very casually lgbt positive. queer characters are frequently encountered just living their lives. so thats cool

the story takes itself very seriously but it pays off there are so many powerful emotional moments as a result good grief i love this game GAMEPLAY Roadwarden is played by traveling around and talking to people using simple dialogue trees. these trees are anything but static- they are affected by your tone entering the conversation, your personal goals and beliefs, your relationship with the person you're talking to, and the state of the world. for a good bit of the game you will have something new to say to a character pretty much every time you encounter them. knowledge is power. information you pick up everywhere will influence your dialogue options, and you're encouraged to hoard every scrap of info you can get- these precious details will allow you to solve mysteries, convince npcs of your convictions, and uncover secrets. and combat is no exception! fighting and other encounters use the exact same interface that dialogue does, offering you a list of possible choices. knowing your opponent is as important as your skills and equipment (if not more). you pretty much always have the option to lie when relevant which is so much fun. the game occasionally prompts you to type commands or phrases directly, testing your knowledge and/or creativity. you are also frequently asked for your character's unspoken thoughts about situations. its unclear to what extent this affects gameplay but it's an awesome touch. the game tracks your discoveries in an organized journal and lets you add your own notes. it was never difficult to keep track of what my character knew. (although the dialogue trees occasionally offered me choices i had forgotten about or wouldn't have put together on my own, this was usually an "oh right i remember that" moment and not a "what the hell just happened" moment.) this is not a roguelike. death feels like a very real threat (good writing) but it isn't doesn't end your playthrough and it's pretty difficult to get it to happen in the first place. this is a role playing game. it's about the story and it is stronger for that. WRAP UP so many moments in this game made me say "that's so freaking epic." both narratively and mechanically. i'll leave you to discover those moments yourself, but the way the creators painted individual story beats with unique twists on the same simple gameplay mechanics is nothing short of brilliant characters are great. i fell in love with some of them; i loved hating some of them. there are a few characters i wish were fleshed out a little more.

music is okay. nothing special. gets repetitive but the motifs are nice i finished my first playthrough in 16 hours it's on sale on steam rn go check it out :3

[syoish-aot]

HOLY SHIT IT'S DONE!!

I was having some intense posting paralysis all morning (I think I reread the last scene like 15x just to make sure it was worded exactly right).

*he terrifying fear when you write something you really love and you're scared no one else will like it as much as you do*

ANYWAY -

Thank you so much to everyone that's been regularly reading slash commenting on I Found You! It was my first time posting fic to tumblr and I had a lot of fun doing it!

I always have SO MANY ideas for fics, but I get overwhelmed by the idea of seriously perusing them. A lot of this comes from the fear that no one will read them and I'll have spent all of my time writing for absolutely nothing. BUT I've been trying to humble myself lately and recognize the joy in the writing process itself and the satisfaction of getting my ideas fully fleshed out on paper aka google docs regardless of the attention they get.

Despite that, anyone who writes fic understands how shitty it feels when you work for DAYS on something and get crickets in the comments. It sucks. And that's sort of how I've been feeling with my fics on Ao3 lately- which kicks my motivation right in the ass.

In writing I Found You, I think I got some of that motivation back. Not JUST because I was getting regular commenters (again, thank you so much) but also because I was able to slip fully into my self indulgence and finally write out one of the verses that's been existing in my mind palace for MONTHS!

So, all of this rambling is to say this -

I really liked sharing this story with you guys on tumblr, and I'm for sure going to be doing more of this style in the future.

I'll be posting I Found You to Ao3 as well, but I want to edit it a bit (and possibly add a few more scenes) before doing that.

Basically the version I posted here is more of a rough draft, and then the final version will be the one on Ao3.

If you like my writing, consider checking out my Reader/Eren long fic "Ten Seconds" (100k, complete on Ao3) or the post-canon Jean/OC fic I'm working on "The Letters She Wrote"

If you read all of this, then here's your reward - a sneak peak at the VERY LONG isekai/time travel fic that I'm going to be working on next...

Chapter 1 - "You, 2000 years in the future"

Shiganshina High - 2024

You’d taken Ancient History as an elective to fill your schedule because no other class fit in the period. 

Also to piss off your dad about not taking AP calculus.

(But mostly it was the schedule thing.)

It wasn’t that you disliked Ancient History, you just found it painfully boring and mind numbing. It was the class right after lunch and every assignment was another boring paper that sounded the exact same over and over and over again.

(Although it did leave you wondering how many times you could start a paper with “the oxford dictionary defines discovery as…” before Mr. Arlert, the ancient old man who taught the class, caught on.)

Thankfully, you didn’t have to put too much effort into the class to get a good grade and because of that the class was an easy A that you could use to maintain your honor roll. Mr. Arlert was retiring at the end of the year, so he was pretty much entirely checked out. You had a feeling he didn’t actually read any of your papers and gave your grades out based on how well he assumed you did the assignment. Which, again, meant you got an A on every one. So Mr. Arlert had a habit of putting on documentaries instead of actually teaching anything. 

And you weren’t about to complain about that.

Armin was sitting next to you furiously taking notes on the documentary that Mr. Arlert, his grandpa and teacher, had put on. You understood his struggle to impress his grandpa in the class he taught on a personal level. You used to be like that when it came to math, but now you normally felt yourself doing the opposite. “The opposite”, meaning:

Not taking AP calculus.

Writing the wrong answer on a quiz, even after doing the work to prove the correct one.

Asking pointless questions in class just to see him get that constipated I-can’t-treat-you-like-my-daughter-right-now-because-you’re-my-student-but-god-do-I-wish-I-could-ground-you look.

You smiled at the memory, feeling quite pleased with yourself, until the monotone voice of the documentary playing at the front of the class pulled  you back into the present:

“The ancient people of Paradis elected large walls, presumably to protect themselves from invaders during this time.” You looked back at the projector. There was a poorly done animation of what historians suspect the three large walls may have looked like, back when they still stood almost 2000 years ago. 

The documentary, just like every documentary Mr. Arlert put on, seemed pretty pointless to show to a class of eleventh graders who were already very aware of the mysterious history of Paradis. 

You’d all grown up here and had been taught about this stuff since grade school. Paradis was a major hub for ancient history. There were dozens of museums throughout the island, all holding different ancient artifacts and pieces of your country’s history. Pieces that’s functions had been lost to time, leaving archeologists only able to guess the true history of your people and what these items were for.

“...purpose of them is still unknown, some archaeologists theorize they were used for early agriculture, although others argue they may have been used for religious reasons…”

On the screen was one of the most mysterious relics of ancient Paradis. Two metal cylinders, attached to some sort of strap. Normally, they were found with a large box of metal that was meant to hold something, along with canisters of unknown contents. The were rare, but a few dozen of them had been uncovered in the last hundred years and have only continued to add to the mystery of ancient Paradis. 

Of course, you were curious what their origins may be too, but not curious enough to look into it further than this class and the occasional trip you make to the Paradis Museum. 

“...these large man-eating monsters were an important part of Paradis folklore, some argue they were likely worshiped as go-”

The bell rang, finally saving you from your mind numbing documentary focused torture.

“Ah!” Mr. Arlert jerked awake at his desk. “Yes, well- I hope you all learned something important today!” He quickly said as he stood. “Don’t forget, your final papers are due on Monday morning. Despite it, I hope you’re able to enjoy your weekend!”

You hoped so too.

God, did you hope so...

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Partings

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

"I have loved you all in every way I could. Please believe me."

WARNING: intrusive thoughts about self-harm and suicide, major character death, slight body horror

"Today have been so amazing."

You smiled when Rosalyn tucked strands of your hair behind your ear, seeing her lips curl up into a grin. "You did well."

"Thank you," you say as Rosalyn's hand drops back to her side. Turning to look at the company behind her, you try your hardest not to let your lips quiver. "Thank you so much for coming over. I appreciate it."

"We would never miss an invitation from you, Miss [Name]," said Jack, smiling at you softly. "We hope you keep bringing good news."

You smiled at him. "Me too."

"I'll be sending you letters of any discoveries I make," Rosalyn said with visible eagerness. You laughed, "I won't understand much, but okay."

"Do send letters to me to tell me how you're all doing," you told them all. "It sometimes gets boring to only read letters from nobles that are stuck-up. I deserved something new once in a while."

Lock gave you a smile with rosy cheeks. "We will. Take care of yourself, [Name]-nim."

Goodbyes ended painfully short. You made sure to hug them or at least held their hands, savoring every moment with the people you have chosen as your safe place. You looked into Rosalyn's eyes and smiled when she gave you a grin, no doubt happy to see her sister again after a while. The feel of her long red hair brushing up against your cheeks when you hug her and the tight hug she gave you made you wonder whether you've ever given this comforting of a hug to your step-sisters. You couldn't remember.

"Are you okay?" asked Eruhaben when you just finished bidding everyone goodbye.

You were a bit startled and then nodded your head. "Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

Eruhaben tilted his head as he looked at you. "You just feel a bit odd."

"I'm always odd, aren't I?" You say with a playful grin. "It's just fatigue, Eruhaben-nim."

'Liar,' he thought. Eruhaben looked at you for a moment before he dusted your shoulder. "Have a good evening, [Name]. Take some good rest."

You gave him a wry smile. "Thank you. You have a good rest, too, Eruhaben-nim."

Eruhaben watched you walk away, the back of your dress dirty with dirt and grass, tears here and there. He thought about how small you are compared to him -- a mere existence that could get hurt so easily. 

It might be ridiculous of him to admit this, but he always was fascinated with how humans could live out their life so fully despite having such short lives. Sometimes their lives are so full of happy things, but other times, their lives are constantly full of pain and sorrow. While you never told much, Eruhaben could tell you were also someone with stories and scars of your own -- he just hoped you were strong enough to bear with it all.

You took a bath and changed into casual apparel, with a white button-up tucked into dark long trousers and heeled loafers. You pace back and forth in your room and began to empty your wardrobe, taking the most simple clothes that are easy to pack and take care of. Your spatial bag was filled with the money you got, which was more than enough, but you only took some out and put it in a simple pouch, leaving the spatial bag in the wardrobe. You took out a journal Cale had bought you years ago, insisting that you left some kind of mark in this world, ripping a few pages.

Your incoherent scribbles and makeup are burnt into the fireplace, and perfumes poured down the drain. You cleared your room until there were no more signs of you because you know firsthand that having something left behind will only be painful. You don't know whether or not you were coming back and you thought of a scenario where if you do not come back at all, forcing them all to forget about you was easier. Holding onto your things will only make things worse.

In the pages you had just torn, you wrote a quick letter to both Alver and Cale along with the kids. You wrote a letter to Cage, making sure to tell her about the voices in your head and your guesses. You stuffed her letter into your bag, while you folded Cale and Alver's out in the open, using a pen to hold down the papers.

"Ah."

You jumped, turning around from watching your scribbles being burnt to the door. You saw Ron standing in your doorway, stepping inside and closing the door. "Ron."

Just by a quick scan of the room and by the looks of the suitcase on your bed, Ron was able to conclude what you were doing. "So it is today."

"Lock the door," you say, poking the fire with a poker, making sure to burn all the pigments and their container burn to nothing. 

Ron does as you say, looking at the suitcase where the clothes are thrown around hazardously. He can feel your eyes on him, hearing him click his tongue before he bends down and began folding your clothes.

At the sight of an older man folding your clothes, you inhaled a cry, eyes glossy. Ron begin sorting your clothes and putting them back in the suitcase and you wished that you could have seen your father does these types of things once a long time ago. "T-thank you."

"When you travel, make sure to pack the things that are a necessity," Ron told you instead. "And sort them nicely so you can easily get the things you need without digging into your bag."

"Yes," you answered with a small voice, turning to look back at the fire. "I-I don't usually travel by myself."

"You don't?" asked Ron, folding a trouser. "What of when you escaped from your family?"

"I never did that."

Ron blinked at your confession. As far as he knows, you ran away from an abusive household and decided to live in the slums where Cale would then take a liking to you and have you join the family. You have always said the same story over and over again whenever anyone probed further, so to hear you say otherwise was quite surprising. "Then?"

"They left," you say, poking at the fire again as if your things were still there -- they had been burned to ashes. "They left me."

"My mother left my father and I and remarried someone else. My father left me when I was eighteen," you continued, watching the fire slowly begin eating away the wood in the fireplace, the flame becoming small with how little wood there was left. "I don't know where he is until now."

Ron closed your suitcase with a click. "And your mother?" 

"Died. Illness," you kept your answer short and simple.

Your mother had died from cancer right around the time you got into college, and your father went missing a few days after. It felt strange, to see your already broken family become nothing. You grieved over her death but always felt like you shouldn't -- not when she abused you for nearly all your life and not when you're seated next to her family, who you believed deserved to grieve, not you.

Her death impacted your father, though, and sometimes you think it might be because of her death that your father left. Maybe it was too much and he found a good spot to kill himself, perhaps he just didn't want to look at you because you remind him of her.

"You never truly recover from that."

You let out a chuckle. "Nope."

"It made sense," Ron continued. "That you ended up like this."

You frowned, turning to look at the older man who was staring at you with a deadpan. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The abused became the abuser."

Your whole body stilled, eyes widened in shock while Ron continued; "The abandoned became the abandoner."

Your blood went cold and you felt like the delightful lunch you had earlier was going to come out. You choked on the air instead, eyes turning glossy with tears threatening to come out. There was immense pain in your chest, branching out to your whole body. Nothing was more painful than to have someone see your parents in you and you feel how the heaviness in your chest managed to turn into something real and physical -- you feel like it's hard to breathe.

You closed your eyes, tears escaping as you shook your head. You wiped the tear, looking away. "No, don't say that."

"Am I wrong?" Ron pressed, frowning at the way your whole body seemed to shake. You let out a laugh, face wet with tears. "Ron, please."

"[Name]--"

"Shut up!" You snapped, the sob that comes out of your mouth sounding so foreign -- it has been a while since you cried properly. "That's not fair, you know that! I'm trying my best, my fucking best to heal! You don't get to say shit like that to me, okay?! You're being so fucking unfair! I'm just trying to--"

A choked sob escaped you, stopping you from your rant. Tears are streaming down your face, your head felt heavy and you want nothing but to grab the nearest scissor and stab yourself in the chest just to have this feeling go away. You were reminded of the days in high school, craving the sting of sliced skin that could always numb the pain. Anything but this.

Your previously shrill voice turned small as you sobbed into your hands, "I am not my parents."

"Not if you try to be better," Ron said, touching your shoulder. "Don't love like they did."

Ron stayed beside you, watching you stare at the fire until only the embers are left. Your eyes were bloodshot, your lashes wet and face flushed dark and your whole body was beginning to calm down when you say; "It's the way I've always known."

Ron decides to say nothing concerning that.

"Will you be joining dinner?"

You stare at the remains of your makeup container. "No. I am asleep because I am tired from the picnic."

Ron exhaled, knowing you were asking him to cover for you. "Of course. Please have a nice rest, Miss [Name]."

Ohn doesn't see you after the picnic, but she did saw you again near the middle of the night when you came to Cale's room.

Cale had been asleep but the sound of the door creaking and footsteps managed to wake him up a bit, although everything is a blur. Ohn sees you approach the bed, sitting at the side. "Hey."

Cale hummed sleepily as a reply.

"There's a small issue at the port," you murmured. Ohn could hear how your voice sounded off, strained and raspy. Your eyes are puffy and red and Ohn simply leaned to you, hoping that it could offer some comfort to you. You rubbed her head, appreciating the action while you continued, "There's some miscommunication down the port and I have to go clear it up."

Cale frowned, eyes still closed. You ran a hand through his red hair and your heart only became heavier when you see the soft, small smile on his face. "Mhm, be careful."

You used your thumb to caress the skin under Cale's eyes, savoring every moment with him and the feel of his warmth underneath your fingers. Cale's one eye opens a bit, "'s matter?"

"Mhm, you're just very pretty," you mumbled. Cale clicked his tongue and you watch as his cheeks began to get red when he gently pushes your hand away, "Stop it. Go and finish your thing quickly. Get some good night's rest."

Cale knows how much of a workaholic you are so he knows that it would be in vain to persuade you to have someone else check on it. 'I'll ask her about it in the morning.'

"Yes, sir," you answered him with a light chuckle, watching him close his eyes again to go back to sleep.

You turned to the kids, petting their heads before walking out the room. Ohn sat on the bed, listening to Caleb's breathing returning to slow and shallow and the sound of your footsteps as they began to fade out.

She jumped from the bed, chasing after you down the hall after successfully opening the door. You were walking down the dark hallway while wearing your coat. She finds it odd that you were walking to the backdoor of the estate instead of the front door that can easily lead you to the gates.

Ohn ended up following you to the back door, seeing Ron standing by the door. He spotted her and it made you turn, startled to find the kitten. "Ohn?"

"Let me go with you?" She asked with a small voice.

You smiled, letting out a quiet chuckle. "It's the middle of the night, Ohn. Kids should be in bed, sleeping."

Ohn wanted to retort, saying that she's old enough to stay up, that she's older than her siblings, but seeing the wry smile on your face and the way Ron's lips are pursed into a straight line, she knew that she has no place to argue.

"Be back soon," she settled with that instead, her wish to grow older stronger than before. You turned around, accepting a hat from Ron when you replied, "I'll try to."

"Promise?"

Ohn understands that she sounds absolutely childish but if you want to keep on pulling out the "you're still a kid" card, then Ohn will use it. She hears you let out a sigh, shoulders sagging.

"I'll try my best, Ohn," you say, still refusing to look back at her. "Take care of yourself and the others, alright? I'll be back as soon as I could."

Ron opens the door and you immediately walked out, the moonlight enveloping Ohn's small kitten body. She sees a carriage right outside, Beacrox standing by the horses. As Ron closes the door, the moonlight slowly disappear and Ohn returned to Cale's room.

Ron closed the door behind him and followed you to the carriage.

"Beacrox," you greeted him. "Thank you for doing this."

The tall, brooding man's gaze was unreadable when his eyes met yours. You can't tell what exactly he was thinking when he turned to look at his father and then then turned around to climb to the coach.

Ron opens the door to the carriage — the interior was a classic wooden detail with deep red plush. There were no extra decorations that could risk any robbery or identification, just like what you requested. Ron held out his hand, his intentions to help you board the carriage.

"Have a safe travel, Miss [Name]," Ron says when you placed your hand on his. "Please be home soon."

You stared at the older man, throat constricting at the word "home". You nodded, not knowing where that place is — is it here, with them or is it out there, wherever it is that you're destined to be?

"I'm... Sorry," you mumbled. "For yelling at you."

Ron was quiet for a few seconds before he admitted, "I was out of line with my words."

"But you were right," you acknowledged. "I will keep embodying my abuse if I don't properly heal. I'm sorry."

"You just weren't loved properly," Ron says, looking into your glossy [e/c] eyes. "Not in the way you deserved."

"I—" You held back a sob. "Thank you, for helping me."

You don't exactly know what punishment they will receive once it's revealed that they helped you, but you know how much you appreciate them for it. You wrapped your arms around Ron's chest, burying your face into his dress shirt.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I love everyone, I promise, I just don't want to hurt you all more. I have loved you all in every way I could, please believe me."

"I do," said Ron. "Be safe out there."

You sniffled, looking up at Ron with brows furrowed in determination. You nodded, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your coat. 

"Now, the ship won't be waiting for you," Ron said, urging you to grab his hand and board the carriage. You climbed onto the carriage and saw that your suitcase was already inside, placed across you.

Ron shut the carriage door and you looked at him through the window, mustering up a smile to look at him. "I'll be back soon."

"The Young Master will be elated to hear that," Ron teased with a benign smile. You let out a loud chuckle, wiping your wet cheeks but before Ron coulf signal to Beacrox to start moving the carriage, you took out a letter.

"Give this to Cage once everyone's calmed down after my disappearance," you told him. "Do not open it, otherwise. Make sure it gets to her in perfect condition."

Ron accepts the letter, slipping it into his coat's inner pocket. "As you wish."

You smiled at Ron, your chest brimming with so much emotion for the older man. "I... sometimes wished you're my father instead."

Ron's facade slips a bit, eyes widened in surprise. He sees the soft gaze your eyes held and the way they glistened. He was tempted to shut you down, to tell you he wasn't a good father to girls, that you're both too different to have such a relationship like that, but what came out of his mouth made even his heart hurts:

"She would have loved you."

"You think so?" You asked in a gentle voice, almost frail. You were always weak when it comes to being loved by older women.

Ron just stared at you for a moment, thinking of his wife and how she would have coddled you all the time, how Beacrox maybe would grow up a little different had he had you as his sister. Instead of thinking too much on it, Ron finally signalled Beacrox to start moving the carriage.

The sound of a whip was heard and the carriage began to move towards the gates. You stuck your head out the window, waving to Ron who was standing still and watching your carriage slowly get smaller.

The words was at the tip of your tongue and you fought the urge to say it loudly, scared of the reaction you'll get — but fuck, you're leaving and you don't know when you're going to meet everyone again, so fuck it—

"I'll see you soon, Ron!"

Ron's eyes widened slightly upon hearing your words, seeing you wave your hand at him with a wide smile on your face. He lets out a sigh of defeat, an eyebrow raised and he tries his best to fight the urge to smile.

You're promising to be back. He doesn't know when that day will come but he hopes you return ready to love properly and wholeheartedly without being afraid of the feeling.

Ron recalls the wide smile on your face as the carriage began to get smaller and eventually gone from his line of sight. He looks up at the sky and remembers his wife's face, "It seems we have a daughter now."

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the port, considering the carriage was running through the empty streets. Beacrox helped you with your luggage while you look around the port for the ship that you know was going to head furthest from the Western continent.

"I still don't understand why you want to leave," said Beacrox after a few moments of silence while walking to find the ship.

"It's hard to say," you say, taking a turn to walk down the docks after spotting the ship you're planning to board. 

"I'm sure our sibling bond can help me understand."

Your face flushed red and you smacked Beacrox's arm, realizing he had heard your conversation with Ron. "Shut up."

Beacrox stayed quiet, so tempted to roll his eyes. You looked out at the night sea, the sky so bright with the full moon and the stars that litters the skies. You let out a sigh, the cold night breeze blowing on your neck.

"Thank you, for helping me, Beacrox," you say, turning to the taller man. "I'm sorry we have to part ways like this so suddenly."

"The others have it worse," he replied, indirectly telling you that he was lucky he managed to get a proper goodbye with you. "Be safe."

You smiled. "I will. Be careful on your way back."

Beacrox nodded before he set your luggage down beside your feet. He turned around and got off the ship, standing by the docks as he watched the crew got busy to prepare for the sail. He sees you leaning to the railings of the ship, eyes closed and enjoying the night breeze.

You looked at peace and Beacrox thought how you leaving was probably for the best. No one would leave a place they had placed their hearts on so easily so the fact that you were strong enough to pack your bags and go proved that it was needed.

He watched until the ship finally sailed away from the docks and into the open sea. He stayed until the ship disappears into the line where the horizon meets the sea, turning around and going back to the estate, knowing in mere hours, your name will be a sensitive topic in the estate.

'Now what?'

It dawned on you when you were staring at the dark, open sea that you just left a place of solitude because of the voices in your head. You went up and left with no actual plan, depending everything on the voices.

You're so fucking stupid.

No, crazy. 

Yes, maybe that. Maybe this is a sign of psychosis.

"Calm down."

You freeze, the voice you have heard several times in the past few weeks have become more clear than before. It sounded like someone directly whispering in your ear and you stared at the horizon in a daze.

"I will lead you to where your answer lies," he promised you, voice reassuring. "All you have to do is go with the flow."

Now that the voice have became more clear, you could have sworn you have heard this voice before. It was at the tip of your tongue and all you could do was listen. Their voice, tone, and the drag of certain syllables reminds you of someone from your distant past.

"For now, sleep by the deck. Lean your body by the ship rail and let the winds carry you."

You turned around, leaning to the railing and sliding down. You sat down on the floorboards of the ship and almost comically, the cold wind began to blow. You tightened your coat around you, pulling up your scarf to hide your lower face, hoping it'll give you some warmth.

When you close your eyes, you dream of smiling pale lips, red hair popping up under white covers on the bed, meows of kittens, and the flaps of wings. You began to regret leaving such a peaceful place to look for yourself. What if some things are meant to be undisclosed? What if you had just lived your whole life with your new family while being ignorant to everything?

Would it be so bad to be ignorant just once?

What step is the right step?

Would things be easier if you know the right step to take? Is there even a right step to take?

"There are," reminded the voice in the midst of your dream of cast meadows and laughter of the kids. "Do not be afraid. You have me to lead you."

You stared at the Cale that stood right in front of you, his white button-down flowing with the wind and the gentle gaze he gave you with his brown eyes made you frown. It is painful how your brain could conjure such a clear picture of him when you're asleep and already missing him.

"If you stayed with him, you would only stay in your place,"  said the voice, as if they were with you right now and witnessing your dream. The grass beneath your feet began to shake and they grow in length, swirling around your ankles and wrists to hold you in place. "You would never grow. You would eventually hinder all of the others' development."

In a way, it was true. Your knowledge of the future have multiple times make things easier for Cale and the others and it always bothered you whether these people were getting the character development needed for them to progress further into the story.

"That's right," purred the voice, now sounding much closer. 

The figure of Cale in front of you became further and more translucent.

"They are just fiction. But you, you are real."

Your heart dropped.

"W-what?" You stuttered, blinking out of your haze. "What are you—?"

You feel a hand holding your shoulder from behind you.

"[Name], they're just books. There was no need to get emotional."

This wasn't the first time you have heard of this phrase and you immediately figured out why this disembodied voice sounded so familiar. You turned around to face this person but were immediately knocked out of your dream.

You jolted awake, breathing ragged and heart pounding against your ribs. You looked around the ship, realizing everyone was running around the deck. You feel the harsh drops of the rain on your face and came to realize you were soaked to the bone.

You slept through the storm? How?

Gathering the strength to your cramped legs, you stood up. The ship was shaking from the waves, the wind do strong that you're pretty sure you were going to get blown away, and the rain was making it hard for you to open your eyes.

The cold sting and you grabbed onto the ship rail to keep yourself steady. Before you could walk, a ship crewmate grabbed you by the arm. "Miss [Name]!"

You turned to look at the man, noting that he looked like he was in his early adulthood, though definitely younger than you. He talked to you with an anxious expression, "There is a leak in the ship. You must board the safety boat."

"What?" You asked, bewildered as you watch him take your suitcase. "What caused the leak?"

"We couldn't figure it out, Ma'am. Water filled up the lower deck so quickly we didn't have much time to check what caused it," he answered you, voice trembling from the cold rain.

'Shit,' you thought. 'What's going on? I thought this was the right ship to board.'

The ship suddenly tilted and you heart skips a beat when you nearly started sliding down the floorboards, the young crewmate holding onto you. Your eyes widened when you saw how much of the ship is submerged underwater. 'How long have I been sleeping?! I slept through all this chaos?'

"Shit," mumbled the young man, staring at the safety boat a little bit further from the ship, being carried away from the chaos by the waves. It's almost as if the ocean's only objective today was to drown the ship.

You pry yourself away from the man's arms, trying to look at the dark clouds upon you with a frown. What is happening? How long have you been asleep? How far are you from the continent?

The ship jolted, being suddenly pulled into the water with a force that's unfamiliar by those who have known the waters like the back of their hands. The ship's crewmates looks at each other with bewilderment, trying to reason what exactly could be pulling this ship down.

There was an echoing creak underneath your feet and the loud sound of things breaking. You feel the floorboards beneath you swell before they eventually snap. You turn around just in time and reach out for the young crewmate and he was quick enough to grab your arm as you began descending along with the broken half of the ship.

"A-ahh!" He screamed out, holding you with one arm while the other grips at the railing. He could feel his body slowly sliding towards you and splinters tearing at his skin and sinking as deep as they could go when he gripped at the railing. "M-Miss [Name]!"

You held onto hid arms for dear life. Your legs dangling made your heart pound and you refuse to look down. You hear the broke half of the ship finally splash onto the ocean water and shivered at how high you must be from the water surface.

If you fall into the water at this height, you'll burn from the impact.

"Help!" The young man yelled out desperately, face red as he tried to pull you up but the slippery floorboards were preventing him from gaining any real traction. "H-help us!"

The remaining half of the ship is now nearly upright and you paled when you see the young man's bone shifted forcefully under his skin. He let out a bone-chilling scream when it happened and your whole body goes limp at the realization of what just happened to his arm.

You released your grip on his arm and you didn't think he could let out another pained scream, worse than before. "M-Miss—!"

He sounded panicked when he feels you began wiggling your arm out of his grip. "N-no, no! Miss [Name], please, no!"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly began being pulled down by gravity, your arm slipping through his grip slowly. Tears spilled from your eyes, blending with the rain and your breathing became ragged, knowing if you fall, you'd most likely drown.

"Akh—" You forced down the sob that was about to spill from your throat. Nothing fills your head but the images of home, one invaded with red hair, sweets, and lazy afternoon naps.

"C-Cale—" you managed to sobbed out. "I-I'm sorry."

Relief floods your whole system when the young crewmate could no longer hold you up, your wrist slipping through his hand easily. The air was sucked out of your lungs as you fall, watching the young man begin to get smaller and smaller.

When your back hits the surface tension of the ocean, the last thing on your mind was how you wished Cale and the others wouldn't miss you too much.

[nora-kano-rokii]

Haikaveh where kaveh is pregnant and when they found out about it he freaks out bc he read stories online where husbands wouldn't like the wives as much after postpartum takes over.

For days after the discovery Kaveh wouldn't eat or sleep as much, so far as to not talk to Haitham as much in fear of provoking anything that'll make Haitham "hate" him even more after the delivery

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Oh I'm just... not that hungry. I ate lunch earlier."

"But we always have lunch together??"

"Well something came up and I gotta change my schedule a bit. Sorry about that."

He'll just lie and lie and keeps on lying.

Kaveh isn't the type to wish anything bad happening on his pregnancy period, but he does severely dread the day of delivery. He'd get anxious and nervous (even more than he usually is) around Haitham and is always thinking about his next lie.

He loves the idea of motherhood. He loves the idea of having a child to take care of. He loves the idea of a happy family because that was something he didn't get as a child and is now more than willing to do anything to give it to his child.

What he doesn't like is the fear of Haitham leaving him if he's not good enough to satisfy his needs. The fear where he'll lose his worth as someone pretty and just end up as someone thats already been "used" and is not "perfect" anymore.

Haitham gets wind of what's going on and approaches him one day.

"Sweetheart."

"Yes?"

"Whats wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dont play dumb with me, sunshine. Tell me what's going on."

And then Kaveh will freak out, thinking Haitham already knows about the postpartum fear thing and start crying and begging for Alhaitham to not leave him. He'll do anything, he'll be a good wife and stay with the kids and do all the housechores and stay in shape and-

A simple kiss shut him about for good.

"You don't ever need to be sorry about how you look like after bearing my children."

"But.. I've read stories... and surveys- about how husbands are more displeased with their wives' body image after postpartum-"

"You think I care how you look like?"

Probably not the best thing to say (he should've rephrased it better) as Kaveh starts to tear up again.

"You... you don't think I'm taking care of myself well enough..?"

"No, it's not that. Kaveh, sunshine. I fell in love with you because of your physical image. That was only one of the reasons why."

"You... did not?"

"You thought I would be like some of those freaks that ogles you shamelessly on the side of the road? Of course not."

"But.. you always said that it's absolutely important for me to keep being healthy-"

"Sunshine, healthy does not mean body image. Healthy means you are happy with yourself. Which you are mostly aren't. That's why I told you to be healthier."

Kaveh wells up in tears again as he realizes what Haitham is saying. He kisses Kaveh's forehead and rubs his belly.

"This baby is going to make us a family. Why would I care about how you're going to look like?"

(Again, probably should've rephrased it better)

"Everything will be a marker of your battles. I'd love every stretch mark it'll create. All the cellulites that you worry so much about will be mine to behold." Another kiss to the forehead, "Kaveh, please understand. I love you for just the way you are."

"I did not fall in love with someone who obsesses with their beauty. I fell in love with the Light of Kshahrewar, the person who brights up my day with just a smile. The person who makes me fall in love all over again when they laugh."

"So please. Don't be afraid of our children. I promise that I'll love you no matter how you look"

Kaveh sniffs, "E-even if I were a fungi?"

Haitham sighes and smiles, "You'd be my favorite fungi ever."

-End

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i have not posted in a hot minute GAWD DAYUM anyways hi everyone ive come back with FICS instead of DRAWINGS isnt that COOL theres VARIETY now!! Also this fic was first posted on Twitter as i had a brainrot at 4am so if you're intrested in that please go support me on Twt! Thank you everyone!

[justafriendlystranger]

Blood in the water (au)

"have any of our staff informed the council about the arrival of the... Anomalies?" The brown haired researcher asked.

"No, because I personally ordered them not to." Said the girl that's walking right beside him.

"And why not?" Asked the guy

"Well it's because this is OUR project. I don't want any pesky higher ups taking away what we discovered after so long of finding one." The black haired girl said.

"Actually..." She smiled as she continued. "Not just one but two."

She walked ahead, stopping at a door and letting it scan her hand in the side in which the door response with the dinging sound. The door then slides open and the girl turned around looking at her companion. "And besides-"

"You wouldn't want to miss an opportunity like this, wouldn't you?" BP then stepped aside allowing her companion, Ace to take a step inside and allowing him to take the view in front of him..

There he stands in awe, amazed at the two species in front of him. Two man inside a giant container filled with water, one with a short spiky pink hair and the other one, also has a pink hair but more kept style.. and with a fishtail on their half lower body... just like in the story books...

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So the story goes like this:

Two scientist named BP and Ace had take on a very big project after discovering and capturing a very rare creatures that people have been trying to prove their existence for centuries; mermaids. The two were ecstatic about this new discovery and would love to learn all about their species but of course, it wouldn't be easy for them since the two are very hostile and they keep refusing to talk, well the other one is, the one with the heart mark on his cheek. The other one doesn't seem to be bothered being in containment, he has this mellow almost eerie smile on his face all the time. Still avoids being touched and always hides in places like the rocks, plants and corals inside the tank but not because of timidness or fear.. more like he's lurking and waiting someone for someone to approach. Both of them has this piercing yellow eyes and the same shiny pink scales on their tails and body but two different faces and personality. Will our scientist be able to break open their shell and bond with the two?

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Infos:

Name: Dr. BP Age: ???

Status: Scientist/researcher (Level 5 personnel)

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Name: Dr. Ace Age: ???

Status: Scientist/researcher's assistant (Level 4 personnel)

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Subject: C336

Nickname: Cupid

(given by Ace because of the heart shaped mark on his face and his patterns that resemble a koi fish symbolizing "Love")

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Subject: S669

Nickname: Salem

(given by BP for familiarization)

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"You'd keep your hands to yourself if you don't want to lose them."

"Come closer, don't be shy.... I don't bite... much~"

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I'll write more scenarios of this au!! hope you guys like it!! ^^

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Bp and Salem belongs to @boiling-potato !

Cupid and Ace belongs to @aesopsbaby !

[thescentofrainonstone]

Why is it always about Him?

So either you got a crush on a character someone created or on the old style of Stephenie Meyer and even more recently Deborah Harkness, you write fiction to self insert yourself.

50 shades of grey was born as Twilight fanfic and its main audience was... Mums on their 30s , 40s and over.

Why? Simplistically for the same reason I reckon Stephenie Meyer wrote twilight at all: to escape somehow the frustration of living within the very strict confines of housewifeship, with a husband and 3 boys, in a Mormon contest. I mean who wouldn't lock themselves away to dream about someone powerful and wealthy to whisk them up and save them from that kind of life? I get it.

But why in every story that wants *HIM* to notice either the empty vessel protagonist in which you can pour yourself ( hello Mary Sue) or actually *you* given all the fanfic X reader or OC that really is potential reader, the point remains to describe... Him?

I mean, self insert right? Deborah Harkness with A Discovery of Witches is very blatant about it and I actually resent we didn't get a curvy Diana cast in the TV show. Even when the point is that she is writing herself as Diana to be the chosen one... She spends pages and pages going into minute detail about the "He", in this case Matthew, but you'd think she'd spend just as much if not more over Diana because... Well... This entire thing exists to elevate her, no? This entire thing you write exists to make *you* feel special and chosen... And even if it has to be left as generic enough for people to pour themselves into the aforementioned vessel... Why does it seem every Bella, every Diana, every Suki, every Elena... Don't get the treatment their male counterparts do? If Stephenie Meyer locked herself out of her entire cast ensemble's minds because she wrote from Bella's point of view, Deborah Harkness isn't shy about changing depending on the chapter, from the *I*s of Diana to the Third Singular Person who accidentally can also let transpire other character's thoughts. Cool, I'll take it.

Yet why do we have almost 4 pages of drooling over the first time we see Matthew and yet, special as we want to feel as Diana, nothing of the sort is given? Not really.

Same with Loki fanfictions of every flavour, shape, size.

Why do we want to be special but cannot spell out why and casually, all these characters are just innately special, no merit or work recognised?

And then it hit me: most of these stories are written by white, relatively comfortable, bored women. The main target audience for patriarchy objectification, who have basically been told from birth their value is intrinsically connected to their existence (read beauty) and unquestionable because the standard of culture aka Whiteness.

Put othering markers on them (fatness is the first that can be so quickly connected to its racist roots) and the frustration of not getting the Prince from Beauty and the Beast after they have done all culture told them they should (usually husband and children, with luck a degree that gets put second to the first 2) leaves them with this energy that has basically created fandoms, but still unable to vocalise why they are special other than existing (because whiteness as an idea born in the 1600s was supposed to become the birth lottery ticket where by doing nothing but being born white you were better than who was not).

And so we spend pages over pages getting flushed over the minutiae of male characters or even other female characters but not themselves, and the amazing reason why they will be chosen and loved will be intrinsic, something they had from birth and could not chose, let alone work for: for Diana is the magic, for Bella the blood who sings exactly Edward's tune, for Suki the blood as well but at least we try to go the fairy explanation, for Elena she's literally a doppleganget of Catherine.

Why has it never occurred to any of them to spend that time in the brain of their male character singing the praises of not only who they are but who they have become and grown to be?

[triedpklove]

Screenshots of the boy? I'd love to see how bad CF screwed the pooch.

So one of the main things in regards to how Roy has been written since day 1 is how he has always valued his work over himself and others -- ESPECIALLY its impact on the world. This has been fact since Calamity Trigger as shown in his side story, The Diary:

"Why do they not understand, why doesn't [Kokonoe, who is referred to as 'that woman' throughout] understand? As I've already said, this is a discovery that was lurking in the blind spot of our research. When it's the genius talking, and because a lot was said that today I feel it deeply. I definitely feel it. Firstly, only taking a light glance at it, then rejecting it as if some kind of dirt had touched it. Have you seriously stopped to think about it? It's possible. So why deny that possibility exists? If you have an answer within you then prove it to me. Something has to be done about that strange person. I've always felt that that woman is a strange one. Even if due to the deparment's spike in ability she may be a genius but that is different. In spite of being called a god that woman is useless. That woman is useless."

"Today I composed my thoughts once more. Today I had a little doubt about the design of the patterns so I omitted several vital parts in the previous entries. Right now humanity is flowing like blood, I'll explain now. It's become like this. Firstly about anti-seithr, it's the same phenomenon as the phenomenon of the Ars Magus phenomenon. To compensate for this ___ definitely the dangerous Azure which no one has noticed I'd do it once, eventually I want to skillfully, skillfully, do it. I'll have to discreetly do _______ thing ____ and that ______ was unexpected. Different from Ars Magus. Different from those Library vermin's Ars Magus. The huge Azure and azure's ______ bursts open, and the relief that forms quickly grows big, definitely rarely big so you cannot not notice it. Drawing near is dangerous, so first I have to extract that from the rear. It's directly close to the spine.If I rush there I'll die, that's for certain. After I extract the Azure ______ I'd really like to do that. I'll certainly have finally reached. I explained it with all my heart and soul, but no one is listening? to me it seems. So then I should just gently delete everyone. Gentlygentlygently_______"

Day 35 and 51 respectively.

The fact that he's so desperate to prove himself to others, ESPECIALLY KOKONOE, is the whole reason he injected himself with seithr in the first place. He wanted to prove to Kokonoe his work was worth something, even if that meant causing harm in the process.

As much as I dislike what Collisions did to Roy's backstory (as I find the idea of him being physically infected by seithr and melting into Arakune rather than him just simply. falling into the boundary and becoming Arakune more compelling and more terrifying) it did give us more insight on his character and his intentions past the little we knew from his diary and the occasional flashback we see as we play through Litchi's POV as well as her POV in Borderline and Kokonoe's POVs in That Which is Inherited.

Continued under the cut so my mega autism doesn't clog up people's dashes.

(lol, foreshadowing)

(All screenshots above are from Collisions.)

...I think that's more than enough to prove Roy's true mission and what he envisioned his work to become. And with both ways he was written, he both becomes victim to his own hubris -- whether it be him injecting himself with seithr or infusing himself with seithr via smelting. He has thrown all ethics out the window for his own research and has ruined relationships as he did so. (Although his relationship with Litchi is better detailed in Borderline.)

And then we get to Centralfiction.

Before you read this, you may think to yourself, "Oh, CF is simply a different scenario brought about by the Embryo! It makes sense that the writing would be different!" And yeah, you may be write, but in no way does it excuse it from ruining the character arcs we just saw build up throughout the past 3 games. It's pure salt in the wound and considering Centralfiction is the most fresh in a lot of BB story fans' minds it's frustrating to see a character/characters who have already been mistreated by interesting writing choices have their entire arcs ruined by some stupid AU plotline.

Honestly, I could go on forever about my opinion on this scene in it's entirety (and I have, here are some fun links) but all I really have to send is this picture:

For good measure, let's read that bottom line again:

Does that not... entirely go against literally everything I have just established previously? In this context, he's essentially telling Litchi to kill Arakune as he's okay with staying in the Boundary because the self satisfaction of studying the Boundary from the inside is more important to him than others seeing the fruits of his labor. Which entirely goes against his entire character that he has built up from Calamity Trigger until now. If you would like to watch the full scene, here is a link.

Roy is a very well written character, especially when in conjunction to Arakune, Litchi, and Kokonoe/Tager. I could very much go on more about how Centralfiction and it's decisions also destroyed the dynamic/friendship between Kokonoe but that would be another mile long post. So, I will instead share these two win quotes from Kokonoe -- one from Chronophantasma, and one from Centralfiction respectively:

"You've been infused with an Artificial Causality Weapon? Roy…"

vs.

"Kokonoe here. I've captured Lotte Carmine. Get him to my lab. Stat."

She doesn't even call him Roy.

Maybe I'll do another post detailing his relationship with Kokonoe but for now I have Japanese homework due in 30 minutes I need to get done. Hopefully this is a sufficient explanation on my opinions regarding Roy's writing in Centralfiction and how they dropped the ball on it horribly.

[travellers-log-lawrence]

I've been following your logs pretty much since you started broadcasting them. It's always nice to see a traveler find their footing in this expansive universe. Some are like you, full of wonder and optimism, others become disillusioned after having a particularly unfortunate series of events. But I don't think I've ever seen one do what you have done and share their progress publicly.

We Travelers seem to be a solitary kind. Or at least so I have observed. I don't know how many there are of us and with dozens upon dozens of galaxies each with billions of systems to explore, I think that's it's pretty much guaranteed that you will never run into another Traveler outside the Anomaly.

I hope I haven't overwhelmed you with the prospect of how incomprehensibly large the unknown is. The universe is vast and full of wonders, count yourself lucky for being one them.

Now, before I send out this transmission, I want to tell you a few things about myself, and also one of my biggest regrets:

Just like you, I'm not sure how I got here and I have no recollection who or if I was before I became a Traveler.

I've been a member of a few communities consisting of fellow Travelers, most of whom had decided to settle down on a planet. Wanderlust has always pulled me away from these found families. I don't regret saying goodbye, but I will forever regret the pain my leaving has caused, for them and for me.

One time I found the grave of a Traveler on a planet plagued by a constant ice storm. The grave was mere metres away from a crashed starship. I built a memorial in the area, to celebrate their life and all other lives similarly cut too short. Last checked, other Travelers had visited this site, sharing similar stories. There also seems to be an unspoken agreement to not lay claim to the crashed ship, lest we disturb the final resting place a friend we never got to meet.

Sometimes I like to put valuable items in the pockets of distracted Travelers while I'm aboard the Anomaly. I've been around for so long now that Units and Nanites mean little to me anymore and so I'd rather give them to someone who can make better use of them. And if they don't want the items? Well, they're always welcome to destroy them. I'm not going to miss that Stasis Device either way.

That ship you found not long after you awoke? I suggest you keep it, even if you no longer have a need for it. I made the mistake of salvaging it for parts not long after buying a ship from a Gek at an outpost we both landed at. I may own six different star ships and even my own freighter, but none of them feel like home just like my Radiant Pillar did. I miss it dearly.

I'm going to stop recording now, it's already a lot longer than I intended. For what it's worth, I do hope that you find Artemis. Nada has been worried sick ever since they went missing.

May we one day meet, I'd love to show you some of the things I've discovered.

I.. I don't know what to say.

[Archer sounds audibly choked up.]

I've listened to this on repeat a few times, and I just.. thank you. For sharing all of that. I can't tell you how much less alone I feel after listening to this--after listening to all the broadcasts I've been getting.

And thank you again. For the advice. I haven't even thought about getting another ship yet, but I'll hold even tighter to mine. It's small, it's cramped, but it's been my home since I woke up. Especially since I'm too broke to afford a new one yet.

I hope we meet someday, too. Maybe I'll have some discoveries to show you.. maybe take you to see Novil's moon.

Maybe I can take Artemis there, too.

[winterandwords]

Author ask tag game

Thanks to @rickie-the-storyteller for tagging me in this one! I'm answering for Spin Cylinder (the sequel to November Breaks)...

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I know I should say something deep and meaningful for this, but if there's a lesson in it at all, it's just "It's fun to make up some guys and then make them do fucked up shit"

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Both Spin Cylinder and November Breaks are set in and around an unnamed every-city. Some of the locations are based on places I've been, like the cafe, Alchemy, which is based on a bar that no longer exists next to the beach in Edinburgh. Brett and Noah's house is pure wish fulfilment though. It exists in my head in so much detail and is basically what I would want from a house if money was no object.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

There's a lot about identity going on, a lot of "Who am I without external expectations and this job that defined me for years?" The characters are also adjusting to a state of obsessive togetherness that they both fell into after being aggressively disconnected from the people around them for most of their lives. Please god do not let anyone be inspired by them. They are literally criminals and murderers. They are not supposed to be inspirational. They wouldn't know forgiveness if it shot them in the face. No-one is growing as a person as a result of reading this book. I'm just having fun writing their story and offering it up to anyone who enjoys exploring the dark side of human nature in a fictional sandboxed environment with lots of weather symbolism and expensive coats.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

I have absolutely no idea. I don't know if it's going to be a novel or serialised/episodic fiction. I'm still discovery drafting so it'll figure itself out.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's original content and I'll be posting it here on Tumblr.

When and why did you start writing?

I missed this question first time round so I'm back to answer it now. I honestly don't remember when I started writing. Forever ago? As soon as I could write? I've always loved fiddling around with words for creativity and escapism, so I've always done it. I wish I had a better origin story, but I don't. It's very boring. I started writing novel-shaped things a few years ago. Before that it was short stories, creative non-fiction, and poetry. I worked in marketing and online comms for a while, so the word fiddling ended up being useful for that too.

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of writeblr?

Is that meant to be words of encouragement? I'm going to assume it is. So. Write what makes your soul sing. If you love it, someone else will love it too. Creativity is not a one-size-fits-all pursuit. Make sure your goals are authentically your own and not other people's recycled expectations. Stop shoulding all over yourself. Have fun.

What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

SO MANY AWESOME WRITERS!! I struggle to list people because I feel like I always leave someone out by accident. Look at the names that crop up regularly in my tag game posts. Those are good humans.

Tagging @leebrontide, @lunarmoment, @magic-is-something-we-create and @manathen if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in. Questions under the cut 💜

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of writeblr?

What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

[dballzposting]

confession: i read dballzposting like its the daily newspaper biweekly. Like wow....... trunks really does sorta need a different kind of fatha figure (cloth mother) in his life... gohan and goten are both kinda rly fcked in the head just a little bit but they have such drastically different approaches to finding peace andd enlightenment or watever.. yamcha is SO milfy.... this is all true no falsehoods hsve been spoken here

I would never have thought about yajirobe like dat.... bear w me cuz im a little disorganized rn but when i think about him hes like. everything being human is all about. he lived as he pleased, authenticly. a vagabond that truly does not need to gaf. He's a survivor, and Everything he did was out of survival, for himself and later for others. Of course he was a little self-serving and dishonest at times, but he did what he knew he was capable of and he did that very well. Yajirobe's got being human really figured out.

Then he meets thar cat and he LICKS HIM!!!!!

anyways peace and love on earth forever and ever 💋 💯 have a good night dballzposting

WOAH ...

SO LEGITEMATE.

#RESPECT.

You really do read da slop and glean the most beauty out of it .. you have a beautoful mind and i am honored ..

I especially like this part: "gohan and goten are both kinda rly fcked in the head just a little bit but they have such drastically different approaches to finding peace andd enlightenment or watever" That is so true and addressed so plainly .. I dont think i ever said that but ive probably implied it bc it's on my mind a lot .. But that's your synthesis ... Beautoful stuff ..

I don't know what you mean by you "would never have thought about yajirobe like dat" becasue judging by what you have written here you nailed it. Like I obviiously think that becasue you're borrowing words from my own posts so yeah like i agree... but thats what i mean. I especially like this part: "but he did what he knew he was capable of and he did that very well. Yajirobe's got being human really figured out." HE DOES DO WHAT HE DOES WELL AND NO MORE .... HE'S GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT <3

Our supposed disagreement presumably lies in the following line about him LICKING THAT DAMN CAT !!! But it's not a disagreemnt actually (not that you seem to care much about disagreeing with it anyway BTW youre so real for that) and I can explain.

That notion came from THIS HILARIOUS POST that was so awesome and that i loved so much becasue it floored me so profoundly and was so funny ...

It made me think a lot about whether he actually licks that cat or not ... I NEVER would have thought of that before ... but if something is really funny then I'll believe it no problem. But i had/have a lot of conflicting ideas about it.

Then came the discovery that in TFS's DBZ abridged they had Yajirobe and Korin be gay married and yknow love wins <3 but again I never would have thought of it like thag.

So I think that we are on the same page <3

My formal professional Yajirobe Opinion is that: he consistently refers to Korin as "karin-sama" in the japanese dub and that honorific I think is a constant reminder of the discrepancy between the two's status and furthermore Yajirobe is not capable of romance so i dont think tht he could gay marry the cat sorry .. But i have a lot of thoughts about what I just said. A story is worth telling if you want to tell it and when you borrow character already pre-established in something in order to tell it, well it's a bit of a situation becasue now you have to conform to the original author's writing of the characters otherwise what's the point of borrowing them ... I think ... And that's always been the line for me: whether it's feasibly in-character or not .. otherwise it feels weird and makes me a bit sick (PERSONAL FEELINGS NOT A JUDGEMENT) . .. If you can make something seem in-character or CONVINCE YOURSELF THAT IT IS then a story passes. Otherwise I'd prefer that one be honest about their intentions and admit outright something like "yeah this is out of character but I'm projecting and have a vested interest in telling these sorts of events" or something. And that's totally fine like i dare not cast taboo onto the indomitable human spirit

The UNIVERSAL EXCEPTION however has always been IF IT'S FUNNY THEN IT LITERALLY WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Partly due to the way that often funny things are funny becasue theyre true or true-adjacent. BUT NOT ALWAYS !!!!

You didnt ask for this ramble. What is my point

My point is that I definitely think that it is insane to portray romance between Yajirobe and Korin, but intimacy less than that is honestly agreeable and passable because it's either funny or pleasant to see.

That being said: A.) I Love Insanity B.) I WANT EVERYONE TO FOLLOW THEIR HEART'S CALL!! NEVER DENY YOUR HEART YOUR CAREFUL ATTENTION!! NEVER JUDGE IT!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!! C.) I Really Strongly Admire That Tumblr User (Linked Earlier) for Following Their Heart Despite Their Obvious Implicit Insecurities And For Drawing Yajirobe x Korin Stuff I Loved That So Much and I think that they're so Strong and On The Right Path D.) Love Wins <3

I mean if he gay married that cat then that would be sooo funny like NO one knew (least of all him) that his life would end up this way but Korin is a crazy bitch and let this happen so now we're here. And that's beautful <3

To borrow your words:

PEACE AND LOVE ON EARTH FOREVER AND EVER !!!!💋 💯

Thank You All

[anonofseasons]

I feel more comfortable talking about this issue here than on main, bc it has a lot of talk about being a spanko and writing spanking stories. (I'm still working on being more comfortable with this and my journey of self-discovery, bc being a spanko is both a delight and heavily traumatic.) But this has to do with why it's important to write what you want to write.

I've said on here long ago (new followers so many might not know this) that I don't feel comfortable writing spanking in stories unless it's between adults or shown in an abusive way. Sometimes it's a background thing - like a character says, "Oh I got spanked for doing this" in passing - but otherwise I tend to mostly write adult spanking, and it's often consensual (but not always). Either way, I recognize that this is about my journey. My comfort. While that limits some of what I read, too, I can read some things that I don't feel comfortable writing myself. I don't mind reading spankings that I wouldn't approve of IRL, bc it's fiction! (Though I'll start running if I get the impression the author condones it IRL.) I know that what I write might be something upsetting to some spankos, bc they like the hurt/comfort aspects. I can't... write Vivian punishing his kids and cuddling them and it all being fine. Maybe that would be healing and appealing for others, but for me, it's like... nope. My experiences growing up were traumatic. I've had a fascination with spanking since I was four. And to this day, I enjoy being spanked (sexually and as therapy and domestic discipline). Fascination turned to funny feelings I didn't realize were arousal. But obviously, it was sexually gratifying, and having people do it to me against my consent as punishment was... well, again. Traumatic. Which led to a long journey of dealing with that. Trying to understand this common childhood fascination and all that while surviving in a world that constantly uses it as punishment. It's so crushing for me some days, and I avoid public places and get anxious if children are crying bc what if they're being abused and... Well. I don't do well in crowds. So I have to write the stories that work for me. And that's not everyone else's experiences. Some people really enjoy writing punishments with love and aftercare despite disapproving of it IRL. Fantasies of being loved afterward or wanting to explore something you haven't been through before... it's interesting, I do it with lots of topics. That's why taboo subjects are still important! I really enjoyed writing Rascal bc Hazel discovered his kink in childhood, and it was nice for him to have a consensual relationship in adulthood with his boyfriend that was loving and healthy! But for him to also feel disgust when his father criticizes him and says that he should have had a firmer hand when raising Hazel. Like... hello, Hazel got off on spanking, he'd like to not hear his father say, "I should have spanked you more." Especially when William's problems are all on him for being a shit person, not on Hazel.... Anyway, uh. Yeah. What I'm saying, ultimately, is that everyone's experiences and requirements for fiction differ. That's why it's important to write to please yourself. Some people will connect with that work. Others will not. It's also equally important as readers not to say, "I wish you'd write this ship" or "I wish you'd have written a hug after that spanking" or w/e - like, it's fine to be disappointed when you're reading, but it's also important to respect that the author isn't there to cater to anyone but themselves. So write what you fucking please. Some people like my kinky consensual adult stuff, others like my dark traumatic childhood fics with clear disapproval. Either way, these have made me happy to write. They help me navigate my trauma and make me happy to write. I also write stories over just writing spanking, so there is that. I love a plot. I have stories without spanking or with very little of it! I tried to write some spanking erotica, bc I do sometimes like writing smutty fics, and I just... found out that it wasn't for me. That's okay! Just do what makes you happy. :)

[beybella09]

Dear Bey,

Life may have thrown its share of challenges your way, and you may have experienced moments of bitterness and disappointment. But remember, those experiences do not define your worth. They are simply chapters in your story that shaped you into the resilient and compassionate person you are today.

I promise, right here and now, that you will never settle for anything less than the love you deserve. In the meantime, focus on nurturing the love within yourself. Embrace self-care, self-discovery, and self-growth.

You have already proven time and time again that even in the darkest moments, you have found the courage to carry on.

I'm sorry that there were days when smiling hurt, but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry about you.

You already know that strength does not mean you have to face everything alone. It is okay to reach out for support when you need it. That's why I am so proud of you for seeking professional help for mental health. By taking this step, you have shown immense courage and self-awareness. I believe that in this process, you have the opportunity to explore the depths of your emotions, confront past traumas. Embrace this journey wholeheartedly, and trust in the process🫶🏼

It may not always be easy, and there may be moments of discomfort or vulnerability. Take time and allow yourself to be vulnerable. Know that it is okay to have ups and downs, celebrate every little thing, and step forward, no matter how small it is🤍

Above all, be kind and gentle with yourself throughout this process. Remember that it is okay to take breaks and practice self-care. Surround yourself with positivity and engage in activities that bring you joy.

Life is an adventure, and just like there are countless recipes waiting to be cooked, and flavors of ice cream waiting to be savored, there are countless opportunities waiting for you to explore🦭🫶🏼 its not always about happiness, you should face any of emotions and feelings, and it's okay to feel uncomfortable with the change of mood and stuff like that.

Embrace the excitement that comes with trying new things and stepping outside of your comfort zone. Each day brings new experiences, new challenges, and new joys. Take time to appreciate the simple joys, to be present in the here and now, and to find gratitude in the everyday blessings that surround you.

So, Bey..

Embrace the adventure that life offers. Continue to explore new recipes, try new flavors, and nourish your soul with every little things that make you feel alive 🫶🏼

I'm sorry for being hard on you before,

I'm so sorry that I did not love you like you deserved to be loved. I promise that I'll give you the love that you deserve, I apologize to you the most🫂

It may not always look the way you expect it to, but it will arrive in the perfect way and at the perfect time for you🦭🐾