#day 3 of me manifesting to be hired

[eliraillustre]

"It starts, as it will end, with a garden"

Here's how it looks like at night 🥰

[vettelsdarling]

𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞

Lissie note… Here’s the second winner of the poll. I stupidly duplicated him💀 but just tallied those numbers together. Also yes, I’m trying out new layouts rn so please lmk if this looks great or not<3

Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while now…

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Things to note:

Reader is a menace tbh

Lando and reader are separated by 2 yrs

Reader is a known photographer (just not famous yk)

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐍𝟒, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @ophcelia, @darleneslane, @allwaysalleyway, @littlesatanicassholebitch

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yourusername What a great day to change my pfp on my Twitter😮‍💨

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yourbestfriend Isn’t that the camera I got you last Christmas?

yourusername Merry Christmas ig

yourbestfriend The enthusiasm🥰

yourusername WOW!?!???!!!! IT REALLY IS THE CAMERA YOU GAVE ME LAST YEAR AHHH I STILL HAVE IT CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourbestfriend Nah now it doesn’t feel genuine😒

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landonorris What’s up 2023?🧡

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user1 The photos are better this year wtf😮‍💨

user2 He looks amazing regardless

user3 YESSS IT’S BACKKK LET’S GOO🧡🧡🧡

yourusername Ty for the tag, great working w/ you

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user4 Ty for blessing Lando’s face

user5 She’s a magician with a camera😩

user6 Danny isn’t racing this yr right?😞

user7 Yeah he isn’t😭😭😭

user8 Ugh MCLAREN WHYYY

user9 I’m manifesting🫡

user10 Actually so delulu I made a mood board consisting ONLY of Lando😃

user11 At least you’re self aware💀

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yourusername Tbh I feel kinda bad for knowing next to NOTHING abt f1 but I’ll just do my job and whatever to pay rent in New York🤡 Last resort is the pole (not position😞)

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yourbestfriend 💀

yourusername Are you implying I wouldn’t be a great pole dancer?🤨

yourbestfriend Honestly? Yeah🥰

yourusername Bitch.

landonorris I didn’t even realize you’d take this many pics

yourusername Welcome to your new life (I sound and look like a fucking stalker rn wtaf)

yourfriend WTF YOU NEVER SAID YOU PHOTOGRAPHED LANDO NORRIS????

yourusername Surprise!!😻

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landonorris Checking out the credentials🤨

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yourusername At least I’m better than you🥰

landonorris You make a fair point… it’s your job😒

user1 Bffr rn😭

user2 Wdym? it’s his designated photographer. I think she’s a part of the team cause McLaren hired her

user1 Wait really?

user2 …yeah💀

user3 The way I love this new photographer😩

user4 Yeah she’s good. She’s well known in the photography world as one of the best in nyc

user3 Wtf that’s such an honor

user5 IS THAT HER??? 10 bucks they’re dating but not telling us

user6 Nah that’s too quick💀 They JUST hired her like this year.

user7 I’m excited for her shots in Miami

user8 I’ve seen some of her stuff at her gallery. Some of it sells for more than a month’s salary

user9 Her instagram is private😔💔

user10 It’s always been😭😭😭

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f1gossip New beau, Lando?👀

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user1 HUH WHAT😃

user2 They are just friends they are just friends they are just friends

user3 stfu what is this😭

user4 That looks a lot like yourusername

user5 💀

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yourusername Luckily this account is private💪 Hope they don’t find my very not private Twitter💀

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yourbestfriend Good luck😭

yourusername ty, I will not need it😩

landonorris what is this Twitter you speak of🤨🤨🤨

yourusername Nothing👽

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f1gossip Looks like Lando’s girl has Twitter👀

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user1 Wtaf I love her

user2 Ever wondered she might not want it leaked💀

yourusername Oh… wow…😐

user3 OFMHSK IT’S YOU

yourusername In all my glory😮‍💨🔥

user4 I love how she’s literally just like everyone else and not some snob😭

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landonorris Who would’ve thought it was possible to post your own paparazzi photos?!

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yourusername Holy shit, this is revolutionary🤯

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yourusername Why don’t the media just hire me to take better pics of us🤡🤡

landonorris Ikr

user1 Nah I’m loving this

user2 They are really handing the media’s ass on a silver plate💀💀💀

user3 This is pure gold😭

user4 I thought Kika and Pierre were my fav but Lando and her just raised the bar

user5 Honestly lmao

user6 why aren’t more wags like this

user7 Publicity probs

user8 Publicity doesn't make sense because she’d fear it too..?

user7 Nah I actually don’t think she cares very much💀

user9 You guys keep doing you, this is amazing.

yourusername Hell yeah😩

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yourusername We’ve been around👯‍♀️

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yourbestfriend FUCK YEAH WE HAVE

yourusername Ugh we should travel together sometime

yourbestfriend We should

landonorris Where was my invite?

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landonorris Wow. I feel so insulted.

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yourusername Welcome to my Instagram, peasants. Above, you can see a little bit of everything I serve on here (and yes, I do SERVE).

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yourbestfriend Hot

yourusername I know

landonorris ❤️

yourusername tmrw is our 1 yr anniversary.

landonorris Did you think I forgot?

yourusername Yes

landonorris You’re not wrong…

user1 1 YEAR WHAT????

user2 They hid it for so long😭

user3 I’ve been waiting ages to finally gain access to her Instagram

yourusername thank you, loyal plebe.

user4 2nd pic is me during exam season❤️

user5 Literally same

user6 She’s living my dream fr

yourusername I must be very powerful, then

user7 Skin care routine???

yourusername Random shit from drugstores

user8 She’s so down to earth but classy in a funny way. How tf do I even explain her😭

yourusername I’m an enigma

user9 Lando is lucky wtf

yourusername Right?

user10 No but you and Lando compliment each other so well

yourusername Ty<3

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landonorris For a whole year, you’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed. A fun and breezy outlook on life. You’re just amazing. I love you and I didn’t forget about today❤️

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yourusername I’ll let it go for today. Only because I love you too❤️

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maxverstappen1 Congrats you guys👏

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yourbestfriend Feels like yesterday I told you how to get her attention😔

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carlossainz55 Congratulations guys, enjoy yourselves today🍾

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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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House Of Gold - Part 3 - Talk talk

characters: Logan Howlett!Human!AU x Audra Everly!OC

warnings: Fluff, teasing, some deep talk kinda, kissing/makeout

word count: 2.6k

All of the cool that you had before stepping in the car immediately vanished as you sat next to Logan. When you first sat down you had looked at the stirring wheel which led you to think about his hands as he firmly held on to the wheel. That made you think about where his hands have been, the grip he had on you while kissing you ferociously, the way he grasped at you while he fucked you. You felt a familiar blush run up your chest as you darted your eyes over to your lap.

"Uh, how are you?" Logan started, his voice inviting as he tried to start conversation.

"I've been good, just working really."

"What do you do?"

"Oh I work at a bookstore with my grandparents. I grew up there and never really left. Now my grandma is starting to struggle to get around even though she would never admit that-." You paused at your rambling, glancing over at Logan who balanced his eyes, bouncing back between you and the road. "At this point I could move out but they need someone to look after them."

"I'm sure they wouldn't want you to feel held back." Logan noted as you frowned over at him.

"They aren't holding me back." You argued. Logan sighed as he shook his head as he look forward before glancing over at you.

"That's not what I meant. You shouldn't make life decisions based on other people's needs, even the ones you love." Logan explained as you watched the carefully crafted words come out of his mouth, then you look out the window.

"I want to be there." You defended

"I'm sure you do." Logan replied.

"What do you want from me?" You snapped. "Oh your right, I'm miserable and if I could get out I would? Is that-."

"I'm not trying to do anything."

"Bullshit."

"You're right, I'm trying to get to know you and you're a brick wall."

"I am not." You grunted.

"You're overly defensive."

"You're nosey."

"Maybe I am." Logan hummed, an amused smile on his face. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest before looking back out the window and manifesting a brick wall between you and Logan, this man made you confused. "How did you meet Eva?"

"We were neighbors when we were little girls, our siblings were friends so naturally-actually." You paused, laughing as you shook your head. "We actually fought like wolves."

"What changed?"

"We grew up and wanted to be there for each other. It's almost like we're sister in a way." You replied, before a skip of slience. "Did you hire Justin?"

"I did." Logan hummed. "Did you go to school?"

"No." You sighed. "I pretty content with my job, always have been and I have the potential to run the Rose Mary's one day and I want to focus on that."

"Why do you like it so much?" 

"It's quiet." 

"I have a quiet place we could go to and keep talking for a bit?" He asked, glancing over at you as you frowned over at him. 

"Aren't you hosting a party?" You questioned.

"Wade's already there, he can handle the host position for a little while." Logan affirmed. 

"Who's Wade?"

"My friend."

"Well I'm going to let you know if you try and kidnap me I will punch you in the face, I take boxing classes." You warned, pointing your finger at him, teasingly, his eye crinkles wrinkling as he grinned. 

"It's not too far away." He promised. 

The two of you remained quiet, your silent agreement to stop whatever conversation you were having before. You didn't know if he felt that way, he seemed to love to talk but you were shutting down. As badly as you want the family life, the husband, or the hunky older man that wants to get to know you, you were intensely afraid of intimacy and for a long time you even struggled with just touching in general. 

Your first real boyfriend, after inebriated first times and stupid one-night stands, you were met with a guy who was impulsive but hilarious, he promised you so much and then he went off with one of your friends. He was the first time sex was ever actually good, though he was also very immature, and he didn't take you seriously. Then you upgraded to a man who was interested in you, asking the intrusive questions, and so much hotter than your previous boyfriend. It was a trivial thing really but looks were important to you and not for the clique reasons. Because from such a young age you pictured this dream man in your life, a best friend, someone who wanted to know you and appreciated you, flaws, and something about a tall, strong, handsome man was something you wanted. You found comfort and attraction in Logan, call it daddy issues or whatever but he made you feel like women. 

You flushed as you stared out the window as you entered a very tall car garage, and you turned your knees towards Logan. "Seriously are you going to kidnap me?" You blurted as Logan finished rolling down his window and confronted the parking attendant. 

"She's joking." 

"Blink twice-."

"He's right, it's just a little thing we do." You smiled, reaching out and putting your hand on his tan forearm, he was soft but his arm firm, his skin warm to the touch, your breath became heavier as your fingers lightly grasped at his skin. He started to lift himself up to the side to grab his wallet before the tendent began to talk. 

"Alright, it's free for thirty minutes, an hour is 5-." 

"We'll do the hour just in case." Logan replied as he opened his billfold and handed the kid a five-dollar bill. He was quick as he opened the gate and let us go through, you were feeling the blush that pinkened your face, creeping up to the tips of your ears and front of your chest. This man didn't even have to do much to get you sweating but you were incredibly embarrassed by the situation. You don't know whether it was fight or flight or acting that saved you in that moment, or maybe even the desire to touch him. His hand moved to yours that rested on his forearm, you couldn't believe you hadn't moved it, but Logan didn't seem to mind. His dark eyes find yours as he squeezes your fingers lightly in his palm as you softened your grip before sliding your hand away. "Good save back there."

"Sometimes I don't think before I speak." 

"Doesn't everyone? We all say stupid shit sometimes, but in this case-." He laughed; his voice was grumbly but airy. You hummed quietly as you held your other fist in your hand, looking away from him. 

You could believe the trust you were giving to this man as he drove you further up the ramp until you got to the top of the building. There were a few cars scattered around the large expanse of space, but it was pretty much empty. He parked in the middle of the parking lot before shutting off his car. "This is usually full during the week, lots of tall business buildings full of important and busy people." You nodded your head, remaining silent, before glancing over at him to see the confusion on his face before he looked away. "I wish you'd just talk to me."

"Did you ever think I was communicating by not using words?" You retorted. 

"I'm not here to argue with you, Audra." Logan said, firmly. "Your sending mixed messages and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Does your mind ever tell you to do something you don't want to do?" You murmured, meeting his eyes. "I know what I want, that's clear as day but it's like I can't breathe and the only way to take a breath is to shut down." You scanned his eyes as he looked over at you and breathed out. "It's not like I can control it either, its random. I can have hot sex with you but when you hold my hand I have a panic attack." 

"Well I can remind you that you don't have to." 

"Don't have to?" You trailed.

"You don't have to shut down, if you focus on what you want enough, you will get what you want, sometimes it's that easy and sometimes its messy and confusing." Your lips suddenly felt dry as you looked into his green eyes, his face serious but soft as he looked into your own eyes. 

"Okay." You mumbled, you looked at Logan with an almost trance like look on your face, this look was addicting to him. 

"We uh, should go sit on the hood, the slight breeze, the distance sounds of the city below." You turned your body to open the door and step out into the parking lot. You wondered over to the hood of the car as he did to the other side of the hood and sat down towards the end of the front. You pushed yourself up further on the car, hoping you wouldn't hear the hood pop down from your weight as you stared down at the hood. "Don't worry, it's pretty sturdy." 

"I see that." You pushed your hair away from your face, your sunglasses forgotten long ago in your bag, at some point you flung them off while you'd been arguing with him. You looked out, the parking garage small enough to where you could see out into the city. But you couldn't hear the hussle and bussle of the streets, all of it so distance it was only a soft white noise. "You're right, it is quiet." 

"This is where I come, when I'm overwhelmed, I bring out friends when they're struggling and my daughter when she is upset." Logan explained. 

"Eva mentioned that." You started, as Logan turned to look over at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That you had a kid, how old is she?"

"She's twelve." Logan revealed, his eyebrow quirking up as his eyes followed you as you leant back. 

"What's she like?"

"Well uh, she's stubborn and defiant but she's also very smart. She likes to steal from Walmart with her friend, Ellie. Wade's daughter." 

"Same age?" You laughed.

"Yeah, they talk each other into it." He concluded, smiling over at you. You could barely notice it but he moved closer almost subconsciously. "So what's thing you want so badly?"

You smile for a second before squinting over at him, "What do you mean?"

"You're fighting yourself, what are you wanting that your fighting against?" The realization sunk on you, and you looked away a small blush dusting your cheeks. 

"I don't know if you want to hear about that." You objected.

"You don't know that, what's it about?"

"About finding true love and having a family and not the-the basic thing that everyone imagines but in the way that it fuels me through life knowing that one day I will get there. Or I hope I do." You spoke out into the air, neglecting to look over at Logan. 

"Really now?" You rolled your eyes as you reached out to slap at his bicep.

"Don't make fun of me, I warned you." 

"I'm not. I've just never really cared about that before." Logan replied. 

"Oh, that's reassuring." You laughed. 

"That doesn't mean I'm not interested in you, it's just not my idea of a dream. When I was younger, being good at my job, being successful, being a mentor, having all of the things to show that I was doing well for myself. I think I actually like yours more."

"Yeah, I'm just feeding into America's patriarchal system." 

"No." Logan shakes his head. "No, you just want to love others and that isn't a bad thing."

"Nice save." You smiled.

"I try." He murmured, as he looked down at your lips before moving in closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, you don't know how the two of you got closer, but it was like the conversation pulled the two of you together. "Audra." He murmured.

"Yeah." You breathed, your eyes focused on his plump bottom lip, his cupid bow above his thin upper lip, they were a pink mauve color and all you wanted was to feel them on yours. 

"I don't want this to be just a fling." Logan declared, his right hand coming up to swipe his thumb across your cheek and hold your face in his hand. 

"Me neither, don't let it be." You asked, as Logan smiled over at you as he looked into your eyes, his green eyes twinkling. God, he was dreamy. 

"I'll try my best." He grinned.

"Are you going to kiss me yet?" Logan didn't waste a second after the invitation, his lips sealing over yours in a soft kiss, his other hand coming to your waist. You lean into his touch, letting him consume you wholey with only one kiss. His lips moved with yours and he breathed you in before moving back, your eyes opening to see why he left to watch as he moved his head to the other side before reconnecting your lips.

This was different from the first night, there was no rush, no hunger, you just wanted to be close to Logan. Your hand shakily reaches out for his chest, before sliding up to his jaw and pulling him in closer to you. He was so close to you, he smelt like vanilla, pumpkin spice and tobacco, you wanted to soak in a bath of what he smelt like. You part once again to breath before Logan pulls you into closer, your leg moving forward to rest on his lap as he pulled you into his side as he continued to meet your lips in soft velvety light kisses. When your other leg was draped in his lap, his hand rested on your calf while his other hand stayed around your body to pull you into him. As he met your lips again, the kiss was messier, his tongue slips between your lips and you lightly moan into his lips as your hands knot in his hair. Logan inhaled deeply as he continued to kiss you, trying to suck in air through his nose so he didn't have to separate his lips from yours. But you had to pull back, gasping for air before going to kiss at his jaw softly, his stubble rubbing against your lips before you find a spot just below his ear that makes him groan aloud. Logan's arm unwraps around your middle to thread his fingers through your hair and passionately connect your lips, then he stopped.

"We-we should slow down." Logan breathed.

"Why?" 

"Because you aren't a fling, and I don't want you to confuse the two." Logan retorted, his voice raspy as he looked into your eyes, his hazel green eyes boring into you, your breathing finally regulating as you were no longer attached by the mouth.  The hand in his hair loosens before running across his stubble again before lightly cupping his jaw and leaning in to softly press your lips against his, he pecked back at you, restraining himself as your hand slid from his jaw to his chest before falling beside you. 

"Let's not tell anyone who doesn't already know, not yet, I mean I don't want everyone to think we're serious right away because it puts pressure-." You started to ramble, as his hand started soothing up and down your leg as he watched you intently. 

"I get it, I'm not your dirty secret." 

"Well right now you kinda are." You joked, leaning into him as you smiled. 

"I guess so." He chuckled, jutting his chin out as he does before, he goes to kiss you. Logan's lips almost seemed coated in some addicting drug because you felt dizzy when he kissed you. "We should get heading back." He murmured as you groaned, he smiled at your protest. "It'll be fun, no one knows but us." 

"I'll show you fun." 

[themanifestingbrat]

I manifested a new job!

But not just any job, this manifestation is pretty much life changing for me as I get to work in my desired city, make lots more money, and also live there for a discount!

✭ How it started✭ Obstacles✭ How I used my Imagination ✭ How it manifested

✭ How it started

So I already was tired of the job I was currently at and I needed a change. I had a difficult manager, annoying clients, and I wanted to move to another city.

I occasionally checked my company's website for new positions and kept my options open for a good month. During this month, I was still deciding between what I wanted but once I figured that out, a new opportunity was posted. It was literally calling my name! It was my desired location and a brand new building. So I immediately told my manager for her approval and applied.

✭ Obstacles

I didn't hear anything for two weeks and in those two weeks, I started feeling anxious because I got a random thought that I would be fired from my current job. It was totally random and it gave me a really bad feeling but instead of fighting it, I decided to flip it and affirm that I got hired at the new job.

After weeks of not hearing anything, I checked back to my work email (that I never use) and saw that they denied me because they couldn't get a hold of me! I almost freaked out but remembered who I was and stayed calm. I reached out to the manager to apologize and ask for a interview and she said YES!

My co-workers, although very supportive, kept putting negative thoughts into my head of how my manager would react to me wanting to transfer because she's so strict and needy. I didn't take it personal and I would affirm to myself that my manager adores me and supports me.

After my first interview with the new manager, she said she would reach out the next day for a second interview with another higher up. I didn't hear back for another two weeks but instead of assuming the worst, I returned to the state of someone who got the second interview scheduled. I even chose a day that she would email me back and when I would have the interview and it manifested in a week!

✭ How I used my Imagination

Now, I didn't do this to get anything or see results, I naturally did it to fulfill myself and also for fun.

I used affirmations here and there. No, I didn't track how long or when I would affirm. If I caught myself falling out of state, I would just shift back and maybe affirm once or a few times until I felt confident.

I imagined before bed of me working at the new job. This is something I naturally did because I love visualizing exciting possibilites before bed (sometims too exciting and I wouldn't fall asleep haha). I imagined what the office would look like, what my new coworkers could look like, what I would wear, etc. I created different scenarios that could happen.

After a few weeks, it did feel natural. I was bragging to my family that I would get the job. I even made a pinterest board of all the new outfits I needed to buy, I chose a new hairstyle and nails, basically thinking from.

✭ How it manifested

Regardless of what the 3D showed, I had the mindset I already had the job, cause "how can I lose if I'm already chose?" lmfao. After basically going through 3 interviews in a span of three months, the new manager called to offer me the position! I also forget to mention I wanted to manifest higher pay and the pay ended up being a few dollars over (hourly) than what I was okay with!

This job offers an opportunity to live onsite at a discount and it's a brand new luxury property! Now I am going to manifest living there at my desired rent, move in date, and all the other stuff that come with getting a new place!

[saltydumplings]

hello saltydumpling bae i would like to request a villain x henchman that can put you in horny jail again 🙏

Of course, bae <3

Request #23

Cw: AGGRESSIVE SPICE, SLICE OF FLUFF, SPIIIICCEE

Wrong. It was all going wrong - horribly, stupidly wrong.

The villain let out a groan of frustration as they tore the paper in front of them in two, flinging the scraps off to the side and fetching a blank one as they prepared to start over. This would be their seventh attempt now. It was slowly driving them insane - the supervillain couldn't have possibly given them a harder task if they tried. Breaking into a building of heroes was one thing, but stealing something from its very core and getting out alive was simply impossible: a work of fiction, pure fantasy, the supervillain had to be delusional to think they could pull this off.

If only their superior took no as an answer. The villain would have gladly robbed the bank for them - if the supervillain wanted a fancy weapon then why not just buy one themself?

The villain glared down at the page before them impatiently, willing the plan to manifest itself...It didn't.

They dropped their pen down to the side and hid their face in their hands, the temptation to scream running through their mind more than once - they didn't have time for this! They had problems of their own to deal with: internal vaccancies to fill, documents to sign off on, orders that needed placing for things that should have been delivered last week. Three days ago a hero had thrown a car - a car - through the wall of their HR department. There was so much the villain needed to do - so much that should have been done already - and yet here they were, spending over ten hours of their precious time planning a heist for the supervillain on a budget they couldn't even afford. They didn't have the materials for any of this!

Gods, the villain wished it would all just go away. Why did they have to be the one in charge? It was just too much - they were tired. Why couldn't someone just tell them what to do? It would all be so much easier that way: the villain didn't want to think, they just wanted to--

Three steady knocks sounded from the door to their office.

The villain peered out at it through their fingers, dread pooling in their gut at the notion of another mess in need of fixing. For a second they contemplated sending them away before thinking better on it and instead sitting up straight, taking their pen back into hand and jotting down some vague note upon the paper before them as they ordered the person to come in. The henchman entered the office quietly, closing the door with a soft click. The villain could sense the other studying them from across the room before they approached the desk, standing silently as they waited to be addressed.

"What is it?" the villain snapped.

A pause.

Before them, the henchman frowned, eyes narrowed as they took in the mess of torn papers that littered the floor. "You've been working on that all day..."

"So what?" The villain wrote down something else - nothing particularly useful but at least it made it look like they were making progess.

The henchman continued to stare. "It's getting late. I know you didn't get much sleep last night--"

"Henchman, if I wanted someone to mother me I'd have hired a nanny," the villain said sharply. "It is not you're place to--"

The other reached across and grabbed them firmly by the wrist, a stark line getting drawn down the page as the villain flinched back in shock.

"If I were mothering you," the henchman began, "then I would tell you to stop nicely. But something tells me you might need a little more persuasion than that, am I right?"

The villain swallowed, eyes wide and cheeks tinted pink at the other's brashness. They forced themself to turn away, wrenching their hand free from the henchman's hold. "It's none of your concern."

"It is every bit my concern."

"I'm fine," the villain growled, fixing their subordinate with a stare that could have chased away the devil. "Get out. I have work to do."

With that they turned their gaze back down to the paper before them, eyes twitching slightly at the messy scribble down its centre. They huffed and tore it apart, letting the shreds fall down to their feet as they took out another clean sheet before them, tapping the pen idly against the desk as they waited for the henchman to leave. But they didn't. A minute passed and the other never moved an inch, the villain forced to look back up at them once more.

"Get. Out," they repeated.

The henchman frowned. "No."

The villain's brows drew downward, their patience quickly growing thin. "You don't get to say no: that was an order. Now get out before-- what are you doing?"

The other had started making their way around the desk, heading right for them. The villain dropped their pen and rolled their chair back - fists clenched at their sides as they came to stand.

"I said get out! What part of that do you not understan--mmph!"

The henchman pushed them back down and put a hand over their mouth, the villain's eyes going wide once more as another hand caught in their hair and tugged back - their mind blanking out for a moment at the sudden spark of pain that shot through them. They shuddered, their own hands fumbling to pry the henchman's palm from their mouth but to little avail. They only struggled for a few more seconds before giving in, letting their hands simply rest upon the other's arm as they came to relax in their hold.

"Finished?" the henchman asked.

The villain simply glared.

"Good," they said, removing their hand from the villain's mouth and instead letting it press gently against the villain's neck, enjoying the blush the action brought to the other's cheeks. "Now, are you going to behave nicely? Or am I going to have to drag you away from this desk?"

The villain's mouth opened and closed, eyes glancing to their work and then back again. "I don't have time," they said.

"You need a break. You'll get nowhere in this state."

"You don't know that--"

The henchman pulled back on the villain's hair, the other cutting themself off with a small whine.

"Yes," the henchman said. "Yes, I do. You need to stop."

The villain scoffed. "Make me."

A beat.

The henchman's hand tightened around their neck, the villain letting out a soft gasp at the warning.

"You think I wouldn't?"

"No," the villain said with a slight smile, one hand stroking gently across the henchman's arm. "I know you would: that's why I'm asking."

The henchman's gaze softened a little at that. They leant down, pressing a small kiss against the villain's temple and then another upon their cheek. "What would you do without me?" they asked lowly.

To that the villain chuckled, attempting to lean up and kiss the other's lips. "Probably work myself into an early grave."

The henchman didn't find it funny. They held the other back, eyes filled with concern. "You're too hard on yourself," they said.

The villain's smile faded. "I know..."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because if I don't then I could lose this," the villain said, their hand moving up to caress the henchman's cheek. "I could lose you."

The henchman shut their eyes, a sigh passing through their lips as they leaned into the villain's touch. "You will never lose me," they assured.

"Promise?"

Their eyes locked with the villain's. "I promise," they said softly, finally letting the other have that kiss they were so desperate for. Their lips met with a gentle passion, the touches between them soft until the henchman pulled back on the villain's hair once again, revelling in the small moan they stole from them. "Besides," their teeth scraped down the villain's jaw, the other practically trembling in their anticipation, "if I wasn't here to fuck you stupid you'd think too much, and that would be a problem for all of us."

They suddenly pulled the villain up and bent them over the desk, uncaring for any of the items that were lost to the floor as they grabbed hold of the villain's waist, pinning them down.

The villain shot a look back at them, brows raising slightly at the comment. "Are you saying that our sex life is the only thing stopping me from blowing up the city?"

The henchman grinned back at them.

"Yes," they said, nudging the villain's legs wider.

"...Huh."

The villain thought about that for all of a second until they felt the henchman undoing their belt, hands quickly stripping them of the few layers of fabric that lay between them.

They were probably right - the villain likely would have burnt this place to the ground by now. Fortunately for the city, the majority of their scarce freetime was spent on their knees, at their henchman's disposal, and not alone in their office plotting mass destruction.

[fabledresources]

𝐏𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

it's exactly as it says, a compilation of prompts all collected from posts on pukicho's blog! basically just... a lot of chaos. enjoy <3

i feel like, if you scream at a small animal loud enough, it would simply explode.

what is man but an animal playing god?

if you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well, i think that’d be a neat noise.

huh! it really is all about me!

i don't condone anything. i don't care if it's good or bad, i just don't condone it.

i believe that, when we die, we cry in the dirt for eternity, and i welcome it.

i bet you work at the anti-soup kitchen, which steals soups from the poor.

your suffering is my heaven.

no one broods in the 21st century. that's a 19th century and under activity.

i make the bros blush and giggle.

i love how spider-man is kinda like our biggest guy. the greeks had odysseus, we have spider-man. 

i bite my nails sometimes. i yearn for my own bones.

being silly and goofy and getting to help people when they're down? sounds like i win this round, loser.

instead of whoring around, you could learn a musical instrument!

i  would love to visit some innocent happy gnome village and just start stompin'.

if we were all living in the wilderness, natural selection would get you first.

the absence of purpose is enough reason to do whatever the fuck you feel like doing.

i love making shit up and lying to people and never telling them the truth.

feeling very unethical today, might spread hate.

god has granted you the gift of knowledge and yet you shun him.

i went to the doctors, i got my blood drawn. i was extremely brave.

you're my greatest enemy. i will add a single grain of sand to your room every day until you succumb to the desert.

close your eyes and imagine yourself being a more likeable person, and then open them and weep.

your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

i want nothing more than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

i'll outlive this fucking planet if it looks at me the wrong way.

mother earth will cry tears of joy the day you become part of her soil.

i hope you all get stuck somewhere and you have to eat each other to survive.

kids are just like 'ppptppptppthhptpppthh' until one day they’re like 'oh shit i can think' and then it’s all downhill from there.

hey, do you ever feel just so much love in your damn heart that you wanna break something just for fun?

if you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate. good luck.

beautiful women are always swarming me, saying things like ‘hey [name], why don’t we elope?’ or ‘hey [name], let’s run away and leave it all behind’ and i tell them no, i have a responsibility to verbally abuse people on the internet.

i never sleep. i just die and then wake up in the morning.

if you mean to tell me there ISN’T a ghoul that manifests and wanders the halls in ikea past closing time, then i don’t believe you.

i have too many enchanted crystals and not enough blood sacrifices to do anything with them.

i am going to liquidate all of my assets and use the money to hire hitmen to slap you daily for the rest of your life.

[pianostarinwonderland]

Hi there! I really liked your post on Chapter 7 and Malleus's actions!

Gotta admit I was one of those people whose initial reaction to Chapter 7 part 2 & 3 was "Malleus divorce era", mostly because of the copious amounts of "Malleus is the physical manifestation of every abusive and obsessive boyfriend they talk about in trauma group therapy" takes I've seen over the past 3 years in the tags messing with my perception of how bad the canon situation actually is but I came around eventually.

One thing that really stands out to me is how, in the first part of Chapter 7, Malleus made the active choice to be a good person and do the right thing. He shut down Silver and Sebek and said "If that's what Lilia decided, then we have no right to stop him" and when he reflects on that time he froze the castle over it's clearly visible he, at that point, has no intention to do something like this again. He has learnt 0 coping strategies for these kinds of situations and he has a week (which is like, a blink of an eye for fae especially) to adjust to the loss of one of his closest loved ones. Most of us find a way to deal with grief in some way because we're powerless in the face of it and the only way is through it but I've seen my fair share of very mentally ill people and grieving loved ones and I can name a handful of people I could see pull this off if they had god-like magical powers. Right now, Malleus's idea of what the immediate future was going to be like is radically clashing with a (to him) infinitely worse outcome that his brain has a week to adjust to, so he snaps.

He's basically the "insanely op magic" equivalent of someone with a loved one suddenly ending up on their death bed and they're told "you have about 5 days to say goodbye to them" so they start suggesting all kinds of insane surgeries and hire a mystic healer who advertises they can cure cancer with crystals and call all kinds of specialized hospitals around the world because they can't process the fact that that person is gonna go no matter what. That's the mental state Malleus is in right now even if Lilia probably isn't gonna immediately die in a couple weeks, but there's still a very real possibility Malleus is never going to see him again.

[Reply to this post!]

i am so sorry that i'm only getting to this now :,3 woohoo end of year spring cleaning

also when i finally found the post that was being responded to, i was reading it and i wanted to cringe so bad. it could have been written better :,3 i'm glad you guys liked it though!

on the first long ask, honestly anon, you nailed it really well. i don't really have much to say because yeah... yeah malleus has never learned to properly cope with grief and loneliness. much of it is due to the way he was raised and the lack of social interaction especially prevents him from getting to experience enough and thus hindering his learnings. and you're right. a week is too much to really process for someone like him. it's hard.

and i'm pretty sure lilia is very well aware of this, so it brings to question why he's in a hurry to leave. which in itself supports the current theory going around that he's not actually leaving for retirement, he's leaving because the senate demanded him to.

for the second ask, weelllll not everyone got to understand malleus' extremities, either due to not reading properly or not getting to read his stories at all. and that's how things went bam during the second part of book 7.

[riskith]

was that ning yizhuo ? oh, no, that’s xiao " lilith " lihua , a twenty-three year old archery counselor from the activities department who uses she / her pronouns. i hear it’s their second summer here. they kind of remind me of fanning the flames of violence, lighting a candle in the darkness, + daring to be overlooked . i wonder what they did last summer…

hi all! here with lili; the most unemployed employed person you'll ever meet! beneath the cut you'll find her full intro / bio,, please like this intro if you'd like to plot and i'll make my way to your dms! i've got discord if you'd prefer that too ( i'm fine with either ! )

⠀full name⠀ xiao “lilith” lihua .  ⠀nicknames lili , lil, hua . 

⠀birthdate⠀⠀january 8th, 2001 . ⠀zodiac⠀⠀ capricorn, year of the metal dragon .  ⠀gender⠀⠀cis female (she/her/hers) . ⠀hometown⠀⠀pudong, shanghai, china . ⠀languages ⠀fluent mandarin (wu dialect) . advanced korean, english . 

⠀position⠀⠀archery counselor // activities department . ⠀education⠀⠀peking university (( journalism + minor in photography ))  ⠀sexual orientation⠀ heterosexual .

⠀alignment⠀⠀chaotic neutral .⠀ ⠀temperament⠀⠀choleric  .

⠀virtues       observant, tenacious . ⠀sins ⠀⠀temperamental, reckless, possessive

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 + 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬    skateboarding, the lake after dark, lilac, hoteok, plain shaved ice, polaroids, the “ off-limits “ glade, hong shao rou, weekends, cold weather, archery, nicotine, strong hands, arguing, sharp incisors, stargazing,...

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

.✦-- she’s a recent graduate from peking university! moved to korea two years ago following her graduation to focus on nurturing her archery career with some of the best archers + coaches in the world.

.✦-- has won numerous gold medals both independently and with her university’s team most notably at the asian games, and 2018 youth olympics where she won gold for women’s individual recurve.  

.✦-- becoming an archer was originally a dream her parents imposed on her until she realized she was something of a natural and loved the praise so much she threw herself into it. still, she views it as a job of sorts.

.✦-- she does love skateboarding however and wished to start training go pro when she was 13 but due to the resources that’d been put into archery by that point, it was quickly dashed. 

.✦-- she insisted on going to university as she wished to experience regular life as a young adult, she quickly goes off the rails enjoying this newfound freedom. it shows in her archery and her parents don’t take a liking to this new lihua. 

.✦-- international friends she meets at university dub her lilith and it sticks following her even after the move. 

.✦-- following her failure to qualify for the 2024 olympics she ( her parents ) decided it’d be in her best interest to move somewhere away from potential distractions so she could truly focus on improving.

.✦-- their anger manifests in a strict budget despite her being alone overseas for the first time. she has no choice but to get a job. her first job. 

.✦-- camp saesori offers itself up on a silver platter, the job secured by her current coach’s recommendation and her evident skill. 

.✦-- she hears whispers about han minjung the last few days of camp, the woman with red-rimmed eyes whispering nothing to herself. it doesn’t concern her so she simply ignores the woman. 

.✦-- getting re-hired is always easier than getting hired, her second summer rolls around faster than expected. the note catches her off guard. it upsets her. whatever she did it was for a reason and now the consequences are hers to bear. 

these are just some overarching points / super general info on her vibe. i’m a bonafide brainstormer so i dont have an current wcs but i’m eager to get plotting with you all <3

[youremyheaven]

Hi I hope this isn’t rude I just want to understand your approach to kibbe is all but what determines a type for you ultimately comes down to their energy then? Like the sort of image they present? Or temperament ig

that does play a role for sure but its important to consider their face and body together, not separate from each other. the word "image" you used is correct but let me explain.

let's compare Angelina Jolie & Alicia Vikander who both played Lara Croft

Angie has something to her that makes her very convincing in action roles. Like you genuinely believe she could kick your ass. She's slim but still very tough looking.

Alicia is more delicate, dainty, soft and petite looking. She looks like someone you need to protect.

Any body who looks convincing in an action role is easily a Natural type (Jolie is a verified FN)

I suspect Alicia to be a Soft Classic

these 3 women are all verified Flamboyant Naturals

(L to R, Angelina Jolie, Cindy Crawford & Shirley McClaine)

Its hard to say they all project the same "image". Imo Naturals are the most common type as well as the most diverse, if you look at the list of verified FNs & SNs you see people who look very different from each other. This is not so much the case for Rs, TRs & SDs.

AJ has Romantic, Dramatic & Ethereal Essence

Cindy has Romantic, Natural & Classic Essence

Shirley has Romantic, Gamine & Classic Essence

Nobody would ever cast them for the same role. They do not project the same image.

Naturals are the most common because MOST people don't look good in heavy makeup & styling, or have waspish waist definition. MOST people have wider torsos and a Natural like build. The reason why lesser common IDs dominated the entertainment industry in the 20th century is because you had to be truly unique and distinct from others in order to be a "star". From the 90s onwards with the rise of supermodels, who are almost always FNs btw, Naturals became far more represented in the media but since this type can facially look very different from each other, its not always understood in terms of "image identity". Diet & exercise culture promoted the Natural ideal because they are the ones who can have a lean yet athletic built and suit the kind of clothes that fast fashion companies sell. There is a reason why jeans and tshirts are the most common articles of clothing in this world. They are most flattering on Natural types.

Most VS Angels are FNs

Fashion houses hire models who have a "rectangular build" (their words not mine) because of the way they carry the clothes; the focus remains on the clothes not on their body or silhouette. They don't need clothes tailored to fit them because they're frame dominant.

with someone like Liz Taylor (verified R) or Salma Hayek (verified TR) the focus will always be on their body and not the clothes themselves. This makes curve dominant women unsuitable for high fashion where they have to sell clothes not themselves.

Anyways, coming back to my point. Certain people are extreme caricaturish examples of their ID. Some are less so. Individual essences can also make typing more complicated. At the end of the day, every individual is unique and its important to consider their individuality (vibes, body, face, mannerisms) before settling on an ID.

If you read Metamorphosis by David Kibbe, he speaks of yin-yang & IDs in an almost spiritual, metaphysical way. Its very interesting. Maybe I'll post some excerpts from his book one of these days. But I highly recommend reading it!! The whole concept of Kibbe is about using styling to accurately project who you are as a person and like Claire Nakti makes connections regarding how different nakshatras manifest physically in a person, there is a correlation between one's appearance and one's inward nature.

I hope this clarified some things.

[trickybonmot]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

(this was an askbox meme but @tiltedsyllogism made it tags and tagged me)

I think my favorites change from day to day and year to year, but RIGHT NOW I'm fond of these ones:

At the End of the Road (the Untamed, Wangxian) I like this one because I feel it was a successful fulfillment of my artistic ambition, which was to write a sexy and unhinged fill for the prompt "practice edging". It basically wrote itself, I didn't overthink it, it's hot and funny and even has emotions! Also it has by far the most kudos, so it's my favorite in the way that your favorite child is the one who brings home lots of awards from school.

2. A Heady Cocktail (the Untamed, Lan Wangji/Jiang Cheng) is also Just Smut, but I am fond of it because it's my manifestation of the one specific flavor of this ship that I like. Two prickly characters who only know how to soften up in the presence of their mutual beloved, alone together and figuring it out. I had a good time playing with how Wei Wuxian was involved in their dynamic even while not physically present. Also I just wanted to describe modern Jiang Cheng looking great and making negronis, for Reasons.

3. My Apple Tree, My Brightness (The Untamed, Wangxian) This fic is hella good and makes everyone cry, even me! It's a science fiction AU where post-siege LWJ, in seclusion, runs simulations to try to figure out how he could have saved Wei Wuxian. Spoiler: he couldn't, but it turns out to be worthwhile, anyway. The ending is especially well written, IMO, and the sci fi worldbuilding is pleasingly deft. I put this third on the list but it's possibly actually my favorite.

4. Veritas (the Untamed, Wangxian) A Fake Dating fic where a pining Lan Wangji agrees to be Wei Wuxian's "terrible" fake date to the Qin Su/Jin Guangyao wedding. Some parts of it feel rushed or underdone to me, but I'm proud of the humor and the climactic set piece, and The People do seem to really like it! I don't naturally think of myself as a humorous writer, but perhaps I am...good at it?? Oh, and, fun fact, I did more research for this fic than any other (not counting listening to a lot of vintage goth music for the Quiet Room).

5. Anchor Point (Sherlock, Johnlock) I'm only giving one slot to Sherlock fic in this list, and it has to go to this weird cool thing I made. It was for a kinkmeme prompt, a Sherlock/Truman Show fusion where Sherlock is Truman and "John" is an actor hired to play his John Watson. Mycroft is the mastermind. Writing this fic was a really educational exercise in making it seem like something Really Big was going on while not being able actually explain the details (a trick I learned from Moftiss, LOLLLLL) It was very tricky and fun and I'm still quite proud of it.

As usual I'm very ??? about tagging people but how about @porcupine-girl @impossibletruths @veliseraptor @dulosis @sophia-helix and please do tag me if you do it!

[celeste444spacey]

I have a question if you can help

I am trying to manifest my first job as i have not been working because of all the trauma

So i made a list for my desired job , ot only has 4 points and i have started to robotically affirm that i am a master at manifesting, i get anything in 3 days, i have manifested the exact job as on my list

But i keep having the thoughts that why would they hire me , i don't have experience or skills etc..

Can you help me?

Let me answer that question for you.

Cause you're fucking YOU.

If they don't hire you that's their fault, that's their loss. You are completely fine whether they hire you or not. Why?

Because guess what, if they won't, it's not gonna affect you, it's gonna affect them. They won't get what you bring to the table .

As for skills, if you want skills get them. Periodt. Nothing more to say.

Look you bring something different to the job, and there's that dream place with your dream job awaiting you. Exactly YOU.

Rejections only exist to guide you to the perfect place not cause you're a failure

You have done everything right so far, so all i can say, you'd get the job cause you are fucking you.

[ariel26c]

Hi I've find your page very helpful when it comes to manifestation and the tips you've shared are amazing .

A month ago I wanted to move out from my parents house cause they are kind of toxic and abusive , never supported me . So for that I manifested a job in aboard with reliable salary so I can balance my life both academily and financially therefore 3 days ago I got an email that they had hired me and will be providing me with my basic needs . Now all this has come true I am happy but also I am scared that I will be loney there how I am in my parents house right now. I don't know what to do should I decline the offer?

I think if you manifested that job and you really want it you should go for it. Don’t let your fears stop you from living the life you want to live. If you really want that job then you should accept it.

If you manifested that job you can manifest even more than that. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll find people that do support you and care for you. It’s a bold decision but if you know that it’s what you really want then go for it.

I’m really glad that my posts helped you ❤️

[nuka-rockit]

Hey! For the Dark Urge asks if you fancy it, how about:

3. The Netherstone, how did they wear it? Did they even wear it?

5. What was their class, and what was their favourite way to use its perks? Did they maybe even dabble in multiple ones?

10. Their name; did they ever have one? Who chose it for them, or did it maybe change sometime down the line? Did they perhaps even have multiple Alias?

oooh, thank you for indulging me c:

3. He did! Much like the other Chosen he had a custom holster made for his Netherstone. In his case it was a sort of pauldron/shoulder bracelet on his left upper arm, made to resemble a stylized face of the slayer form with the stone in its mouth (I actually have a WIP where you can see him wearing it pre-tadpole, hopefully I'll finish that someday) (EDIT: here is crop so you have an idea what I mean. dw about that hand)

5. He is technically a bard, although the way this was expressed in his Chosen days was less music and singing and more his prowess with weaponry (as of his College of Swords specialization). Music was more of a guilty pleasure than anything, really. That said, the Sword Bard class was a great overlap between classic weapon combat, skill with a good amount of armors, as well as a decent access to spells not dependent on things like material components. He was a killer for hire before he was officially introduced to the Temple at sixteen and picked up many of his skills up during this time. 10. Ah, the names. So, this is kind of a long one: When he was adopted as an infant his adopted parents (a tiefling couple) named him Cassander, and as long as he lived with them he went by that name. But when his Urge began manifesting, he was approached by Scleritas (who had of course watched over him and only bid his time) who slowly manipulated him towards embracing his dark impulses, alienating him from his peers and his parents. this ultimately culminated in him murdering his adoptive parents when he was nine, after Scleritas convinced him this was necessary to find his "true family" and that they were never his kin in the first place. He set fire to the house and disappeared into Baldur's Gate's underworld with Scleritas as his only confidante. After he left his old life behind he abandoned his name. He was nameless for years, only going by monikers other people gave him, until he joined the Temple. There his identity was defined by his role as the Pureblood Bhaalspawn, the unholy assassin, the Chosen, and a whole bunch of other titles given to him by the followers of Bhaal. Orin and Sarevok usually referred to him as "Bloodkin", higher ranking Bhaalists as "Unholy Assassin" or "Chosen", and the gnolls, lowest ranking members and of course Scleritas as "Master" or "Lord". Ironically, when he wakes up on the Nautiloid, he remembers none of the dozen things people used to call him. He only remembers one name, the one a kind tiefling couple gave him so long ago, and when he is asked who he is he answers "Cassander".

[tortoisesshells]

3, 15, and 22 for the writing asks please!

3. ... that encompasses my style:

Answered here, and here, but from a Timeless drabble; Lucy really is a POV character that is just for me in terms of constantly shuffling through details of the past and trying to derive meaning from them.

“Tambora,” she replied, nearly flubbing and saying Krakatoa, as usual – and thought, too, of how this slotted into teaching the survey course: the fun little tidbits about the Shelleys and Polidori and Byron at the Villa Diodati, the crop failures in New England that would drive settlers west and drive Manifest Destiny like a railroad spike in the land. She had watched smokey skies and wildfire sunsets in California, either two years ago or two hundred years in the future. Whether it was oncoming frostbite or fear or wonder or the Romantic’s sublime she was feeling, she couldn’t say, but certainly did not protest when Flynn nodded towards the tavern ahead, promising a windbreak and warmth.

15. ... from an old piece that I like:

I got very nostalgic for The Tick the other day, and I think, thusfar, this is one of the few times I wrote a modern-day fic where the POV character actually plausibly sounds like someone who wasn't born in 1700.

“Technically,” Arthur says over the phone, sounding like he’s talking around a sandwich. Dot gets hungry immediately. “Technically, so long as this UnCLE league is amateur, it’s not actually illegal.” “It’s just UnCLE. “League” is already in it,” she replies, absent-mindedly, as she rifles through her fridge for anything that’s not six-day old pad thai or one of three jars of Claussen Kosher Dills that each only have a single half-pickle left. Note to self: dumping the brine down the drain isn’t that hard, and she’s never going to get around to reusing it for keeping carrots and radishes like Maria did. Besides, Walter’s been looking for new containers to keep his eye bolts separate from his j bolts separate from his eye lags. That’s probably a better second life for a pickle jar than the 60-odd percent of glass in recycling containers that doesn’t get recycled, she thinks. Hanging out in Walter’s totally-just-a-garden-shed-not-at-all-a-field-operative-lair garden shed. “Uh-huh.” Her brother clears his throat. There’s more noise on the other end of the line, like static or like her brother’s going through a stack of paper. “Anyway. It’s not illegal, so I was thinking that if it was legal, there’d be some kind of paper trail: insurance, mostly. But it’s been considered an amateur sport competition for twenty-two years now, and the state doesn’t regulate that, because it’s too expensive for them. So if UnCLE isn’t insuring its fighters or hiring medics above-board – which it doesn’t have to – there’s nothing for me to find.”

22. ... that is so blissfully self-indulgent:

Answered here, but: honestly, the whole of Mansion House Hospital, but with Vampires is some of the most self-indulgent nonsense I've ever written, but special points awarded to the following.

But all this was ignoring the head nurse, who was busy about her tasks beside him. It was poor coin to pay her for his parole with (and the half-second’s pull of his whole being towards the thud of her pulse in her neck, worse still!) and so he put it all out of his mind, save her and her causes and her counsel: “There is something wrong with that man,” he said. “He’s a Seccessionist, is he not?” Mary Phinney replied. “Undoubtedly, but that is not what I meant.” She hummed. Her hands were busy with something – foul-smelling poultices, only slightly less pungent than rot – and her eyes were downcast. At such an angle, he could not see the little silver brooch at the neck she had begun to favor, of late – he preferred to not look at it, he found.

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[shortcircuitthegreat]

Have my 72nd(?) job interview today. It needs to go well and I need to get hired for once because 1) if I have to spend one more day in my parents' house over this blessed winter break I am going to lose my mind and 2) my laptop, which I fixed 2-3 weeks ago with a brand new battery, has decided not to work anymore and needs to be replaced. Something that will run everything I need for school goes for $2000. I do not have $2000. I am going to make a human sacrifice to manifest a job at this rate. (For legal reasons that was not a serious proclamation.) Clearly I pissed off SOME force because my luck is atrocious. I should not be struggling this much to find a job when I have more work history than most other people at this point (ain't specifying), am pursuing two STEM degrees, and am heavily involved in pretty much everything I can be. I do soooo much stuff and I can't get a job anywhere and that's crazy. (But I've heard from others the job market sucks, so this isn't as targeted as it feels...and that does not make me feel better about looking for something post-grad.)

Good things HAVE happened but not the things I NEED (i.e. employment and money and functioning technology so I can do the freelance work that has made me next to nothing but remains the one thing tethering me to this realm).

invoking the power of the gods in the club rn

I also need Loki to stop fucking with me because this stopped being funny 69 rejections ago. I very much take a "whatever's meant to be will be" approach to life but come on.

It's also that I feel awful not working when the rest of my family is. Taking a break and doing nothing all day feels acceptable when you're 18-19 and home for the holidays or whatever, but at my age it does not. I feel like I'm leeching off my parents if I'm at home and not contributing anything.

[stinkrascal]

A couple things I was wondering is how did you figure out you had BPD? I know there's a couple disorders that can often get diagnosed beforehand, so I guess how did you know there was more going on? Secondly, what kind of therapy do you feel was the most helpful, if any? I have issues keeping a therapist because they tuxedo mask away after realizing I already have CBT down (which only kind of helps me). Thank you for being open about BPD! I feel like there's so much unnecessary stigma.

hiiiiii!! sorry i didnt reply yesterday i spent all day writing my silly sims stories 😴 i will talk about my experience under the cut!! ty for being curious about it!! <3

umm tbh i was diagnosed in a really weird way lol. so, like, where i went to high school was a really conservative and religious town, and when i was a freshman in high school i was one of the only trans/lgbt kids that was vocally out at my school. there were more of them, my friend group was basically all lgbt ppl, but i was the only person in my school who would demand staff to call me a different name/use different pronouns. but anyways so my lgbt friend group was being bullied pretty badly so our school hired this counselor training in lgbt issues that would talk to us individually about our experiences as lgbt kids who were bullied and such. it was actually really cool you know! but anyways i was one of the students who had to participate in this and the lady who was talking to me realized that i was, like, a really troubled kid lol. and on top of that i was failing all my classes and i had been struggling in school my entire life (like consistently making report cards with at least 5/7 of the classes being failed type of shit) sooooo they basically had this like idk meeting with my parents? where they were super adamant that they take me to a doctor and put me into therapy bc i was struggling really badly and yeah. after that my parents put me into therapy and got in touch w a doctor and i got some treatment and eventually a bpd diagnosis. but yea it only happened cuz of my school forcing them to take me ha.

the truth is i didn't really suspect anything was wrong with me because the way i grew up, i thought everyone acted like me 🤷‍♂️ i think the only time i started really thinking i might have bpd was when i got my first boyfriend at 16, that's when my codependency and attachment issues really started to manifest, and those have always consistently been the bpd symptoms i struggle the most with. but even back then i didn't really know what bpd was, so it wasn't like i was specifically thinking i was suffering w bpd. more so that i knew something was Off about me but i couldn't really explain what it was

unfortunately i haven't gone to therapy in a long time :( and the last time i went it wasn't for bpd treatment at all. so i really can't say what could help you there in terms of therapy. i did group therapy during my bpd treatment but it didn't really help me much.

you're probably not gonna like this answer lmao but i use weed to medicate my intense mood swings and that helps a lot. also just being able to recognize when i need to cool off and being able to use my words to tell ppl that i need to be alone for a minute to clear my head, that helps too. basically just being mindful of ur changing emotions and giving yourself room to feel those emotions and allow them to pass u, without feeling guilt for this, and without projecting those emotions onto other ppl bc at the end of the day it isn't really anyone else's fault that u feel the way you do.

also just try to give ppl the benefit of the doubt in general, ik my bpd makes me SO sensitive like for example. ik we make jokes about this but you guys im not kidding, my favorite mutual reblogging a post from someone else instead of me hurts my feelings so bad some days i have to just log off and go cry about it. CRY ABOUT IT YOU GUYS! it's really awful and totally not grounded in reality 😭 but like it's there, it's something i experience and deal with, and it isn't anyone's fault that it happens, it's just the cards i was dealt with.

so instead of projecting that feeling onto my beloved mutuals and being like Ohhhhh so you actually hate me! You actually want me to kill myself! You've actually never cared about me ever, person I've had two conversations with in total! yeah instead of working myself up for something so silly... i just try to put myself in other ppls shoes, try to remember that when i do things it is not with malicious intent and most people are also not doing things with malicious intent. bc for me, my bpd tends to dehumanize ppl... they arent people with nuance and depth and complex and at times contradictory lives, theyre my Favorite Person, person who does no wrong, person who could never do any wrong no matter how hard they try, and that's dehumanizing, that's unfair to the person!! so by humanizing the other person, by remembering we are all people with rich inner lives and struggles and most of us just want to do our best even when we slip and fall... it helps calm me down from those spirals where im like, ohhhhh god everyone hates me because they didn't reblog a text post from meeeee!!! lol