#i'm counting this as a self para because i can

[redtsundere-writes]

Can you write a Sukuna x Uraume fic, where they both go to Mexico since well....why not??? and Sukuna is tortured by the all of the spicy shit and all while at the same time loving pulque and other Mexican foods that are not spicy? if you can add Sukuna and Uraume going back to Japan after learning a large ammount of swearwords in Mexican like "Te voy a tumbar los ojos, pendejo" "Cagaste cabron" "the voy a chingar a tu putísima madre wey" and something along dose lines, it would be AMAZING...thank you!

Masiosare | Sukuna x Uraume (English)

mexican!sukuna ryomen x uraume

ENGLISH VERSION! ! ! (Haz click aquí para la versión en Español!)

Sypnosis: Sukuna discovers he is Mexican and wants to visit Mexico with Uraume. Contents: A LOT OF MEXICAN REFERENCES (but I explain them in case you are not part of the club, don't worry boo.) I tried to explain them as best I could so if there's something you don't understand, just let me know! Translations. A lot of them. Fluff. Is a crack fic but not really? Uraume uses They/Them pronouns. Human Sukuna. Word Count: 1583 words. Author's Note: I laughed so hard while writing this, I can do so because I am literally Mexican (iykyk) Thanks anon for the request! I rediscovered a lot of songs I usually dance to in weddings or quinceañeras. I couldn't stop bobbing my head lol. Wait... Am I turning into a señora? Welp... * = Definition on comments

Uraume is a faithful servant. They follow the supreme king wherever he wants to go. So when Sukuna asked her to go on a journey of self-discovery with him, they thought they would go to a sacred temple or a paradisiacal place in Japan. What he never expected was that he would want to go to Mexico. Uraume knew that he liked to explore new lands to conquer them later on, but traveling to another continent for funsies seemed excessive, but they did not question it. 

After a long journey to discover his origin, Sukuna discovered that he was born in Mexico, but did not live there for long. So as soon as he met with Uraume again, he asked them on a journey to reconnect with his roots as any whitexican* would do. That’s how the king and his faithful servant set out on their journey to new lands. 

After two days of travel, Sukuna and Uraume arrived in Cotija de la Paz, Michoacán. A lively magical town* with stone roads, leafy trees and hardworking people everywhere.  The characteristic Spanish architecture, orange walls and beautiful colorful mosaics caught the attention of the newcomers. The first thing they did when they arrived was to buy new clothes to mix themselves among the locals. Sukuna bought a white guayabera* with black shorts and sandals, while Uraume opted to wear a Mexican pink* summer dress. 

Once they settled in, our protagonists decided to wander aimlessly in search of something interesting to do while drinking aguas frescas* they bought in a Michoacana*. They wandered through the main park, watched the squirrels sprinting across the lawn and the people setting up the rides for the summer fair. They sat on a rusty bench to watch in fascination the gigantic church that could be seen from any part of town, several locals were going out to eat after the spiritual service. 

“I'm hungry,” Sukuna complained as soon as he got bored of admiring the view. 

They both wandered through the town until they came across a long line to eat at a local restaurant. That could only mean they must be serving delicious food. On the plastic sign hanging from the ceiling, a pig in a chef's hat could be seen inside a boiling pot. It was a Michoacán-style carnitas restaurant. Michoacán-style carnitas are pork fried in its own lard, but the secret is that the lard is flavored. 

“We'll eat here,” Sukuna decided for both of them before going into the place. Uraume only followed him closely. 

As expected of a king, Sukuna cut the line causing everyone waiting to start cursing him in Spanish. They screamed things like “Metete a la fila, cabron!” (“Get in line, you bastard!”) or “¡Quitate, pendejo!” (“Get out of the way, asshole!”) Paying no attention to the rabble, they sat down at a white plastic Coca-Cola table that had an assortment of condiments, like salsa, salt and limes, in the middle. Sukuna snapped his fingers a couple of times to get the waitress attention quickly.

“Disculpe, pero debe respetar la fila.” (“Excuse me, but you must respect the line.”) The waitress asked him very angrily. To which Sukuna only answered leaving a bag full of gold coins on the table, leaving the waitress completely disconcerted but happy. 

“Le traeré una orden de carnitas de inmediato.” (“I'll bring you an order of carnitas right away.) The waitress changed her attitude with a big smile as she ran to the kitchen. 

Sukuna and Uraume were impressed to see the pot full of carnitas, a tower of corn tortillas and two little jars of pulque.* Uraume could see the fat dripping from the food and their mouth watered. Sukuna didn't hesitate to make himself a taco and pour some of the reddest salsa in the assortment. Uraume warned him to try it first because they heard that Mexicans love spicy food, but the king ignored him thinking his taste buds would be fine. Big mistake. The king felt his mouth on fire at the first bite. His eyes began to water and his nose began to run, but he didn't crack. Sukuna swallowed the delicious fatty meat dipped in red sauce. He took a gulp of the pulque like a thirsty man in the middle of the desert. Uraume just ate their tacos with some green salsa with a calm mind having warned him. 

Night fell faster than they thought, but the rides in the plaza came to life. The center of town was filled with families walking among the rides, colored lights illuminated the streets, vendors shouted promotions at the top of their lungs, and the music of Los Angeles Azules blared from the speakers. Sukuna and Uraume had jumped on the mechanical game that seemed to attract the most people. The famous tagada, a spinning plate on which those entering had to hold on tightly without letting go, as the sudden movements made by the tagada caused people to jump or bounce off. The game began to spin as soon as the loudspeakers began to play Arremangala Arrempujala by Los Karkik's, a song that Sukuna completely hated within the first second. 

“Ay wey!” A man shouted next to Sukuna, who was slipping little by little due to the sudden movements. 

“I don't understand why people like this,” Sukuna commented to Uraume in boredom as they spun out of control. 

“¡Ya llegó La Monja!” (“The Nun is here!”) The boy, who was controlling the game, announced. 

To the surprise of the two foreigners, a man disguised as a possessed mummy entered the game and began to dance to the rhythm of the music, balancing perfectly, while the game continued to shake and spin vigorously. Sukuna and Uraume watched in bewilderment as the mummy did his sexiest dance moves in the middle of the tagada while the crowd clapped along to the rhythm of the song.

“I think that's why they like it,” Uraume commented without taking his eyes off her. 

“¡Es hora del amor!” (“It's time for love!”) The boy at the controls gave the excited announcement over the microphone. 

Out of nowhere, the area where Uraume was standing began to shake violently. They held on tightly to the metal bars behind them as if their life depended on it. Their body moved violently towards Sukuna because of gravity. Slowly the boy at the controls managed to get Uraume to fall sitting on Sukuna's lap. They both blushed at the situation they had gotten themselves into for wanting to get on one of the games. Even though the boy had succeeded in his task, Uraume was still bouncing up and down on his king. They tried to pull themself back to their place, but it was practically impossible. 

“I'm sorry, my king!” Uraume exclaimed between stutters with pink cheeks. 

“¡Vivan los novios!” (“Long live the bride and groom!”) The boy exclaimed over the microphone, followed by a wave of applause. 

Finally, the ride was over, but their blushes still hadn't gone down. They were embarrassed that mere locals could put them in that awkward situation. Sukuna was starting to get annoyed that he couldn't get out of his head how adorable Uraume looked sitting on his lap. “Puta madre...” (“Fucking hell…”) He thought annoyed.

“What do you want to eat?” Sukuna asked them in an attempt to overcome the awkwardness. 

“I've seen a lot of people buying from that cart, I want to know what it is,” Uraume pointed to a white cart with a hand-painted corn on the side. 

It was a cart of corn on a stick.* A lady greeted them in high spirits as they approached the giant pot of boiled corn. They both ordered a corn on a stick. They watched as the lady quickly prepared their orders. First a layer of butter, then a layer of mayonnaise, salt, and a heaping helping of grated cotija cheese. They didn't know it, but they were about to taste one of Mexico's finest culinary creations. 

“¿Con chile, chile del que no pica o sin chile, corazón?” (“Spicy, not so spicy or no spice, sweetheart?”) The lady asked with a friendly smile. 

“Del chile que no pica.” (“Not so spicy.”) Sukuna replied, flattered by the sweet nickname. 

Sukuna and Uraume continued to wander around the fair as they entertained themselves by watching people partying in their natural habitat. Although it was past midnight, the night was still young. As they walked through the games of chance and skill, a drunk ran into Uraume, causing them to drop their corn on the floor. Uraume was saddened to see the fate of their delicious snack.  

“¡Oye, cabrón!” (“Hey, you bastard!”) Sukuna yelled at the man with the curse words he had learned today, not caring that his Japanese accent stood out. He handed his corn to Uraume to grab the stranger by the shoulders roughly. “¡Mira por donde pinche caminas, pendejo de mierda!” (“Watch where you're fucking walking, asshole!”) Sukuna screamed annoyed before throwing him into a trash can. Uraume thought someone would come to the drunk man's defense, but to their surprise, no one around him batted an eye at the small fight. 

“Your corn, sir.” Uraume gave his snack back once Sukuna returned while wiping his hands.

“Keep it,” Sukuna told them. Uraume blushed for the kind action of his king. “I asked for not so spicy and my mouth is in fire,” he grudgingly complained. Uraume could not help but laugh.

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Masterlist.

[everyone-with-a-para]

Hi! I have several questions, if that's okay.

I very recently found out about daydreaming community, and, honestly, was in awe, because all my life I thought I was that one weird autistic child with really big imagination and finding this community was like a blessing, because I don't feel that alone now. But, surfing a in this part of the internet left me a little bit confused and the fact that english is my second language does not help.

So, first question. I somewhat lost the line between immersive daydreamings and MaDD. I am sure that all of my daydreamings are immersive, because all of my life I was daydreaming to the point of every single moment of free time. But I don't understand when immersive daydreamings end and MaDD begins. As far as I understood, people with MaDD have difficult time leaving their daydreams, because of one reason or another and use them as coping mechanisms. At which point immersive daydreamings become MaDD? What is the line? What are, let's say, particular qualities of it? If that's okay for you and isn't hard, can you explain it in detail with examples? I try to understand myself, and while I find in myself a lot of stuff, I don't want to invade the MaDD community as (somewhat) healthy person.

Second, is having DID is a requirement for any of this? Is this still okay to be in the community and not have DID?

Third, maybe not a question, but clarification, as far as I understood, "para" in daydream community means someone (character, your version of self, yourself and so on) you have connection with. Again, character, yourself or version of yourself, in which I am sure. Am I correct in it? Can people you know in real life, if you are religious, God(s), spirits and others, different kins of alterhumanity and fictional characters from other media also consider as "para"? Are there any other labels like this?

Thank you, if you will have time to answer this. It way be a lot, I am just excited to find some niche that I was having all my life actually is (somewhat) common experience and I am not alone in it. I hope you will have a great rest of the week.

Hi welcome! I remember the relief I felt when I first found this community too. MaDD can feel like such an isolating thing if you don't know others experience the same

This got a little long so answers to your questions are under the cut

1. Immersive daydreaming is defined as intense and developed daydreams that feel more vivid than regular passive daydreaming. It's often used as a coping mechanism and often started in childhood, but those are not defining features

Inherently, all maladaptive daydreaming is immersive. It becomes defined as maladaptive when it negatively impacts your daily life. This is widely up to your own interpretation, if you feel like it makes life (whether that's external activities or internal feelings) more difficult for you, as MaDD is not yet a diagnosable disorder

Personally, some ways it negatively impacts, or has impacted me in the past: emotions feeling more real for people in my head than anything in my real life, embarrassment/anxiety of letting my daydreams show on my face in front of people, paranoia regarding mind readers despite knowing they don't exist, injuring myself from acting out daydream scenes, forgetting to eat/drink/take care of basic hygiene in favour of daydreaming or just losing track of time, dissociation, derealisation/depersonalisation, second hand distress from my paras

Anything like that and more can be counted as your daydreams being maladaptive. The coiner of the term, Dr Eli Somer, has actually made a list of proposed diagnostic criteria, should MaDD ever get to be in the DSM. You can find that here

2. DID/OSDD and MaDD have significant overlap/comorbidity and MaDD has been proposed as a dissociative disorder itself (for a research paper about this see here) but one is in no way required for the other

I'm not a system, but I am very vocally supportive of them because my best friend(s) is, that and the comobidity is why you might see a little system content on my blog

3. Para is a term used by the immersive and maladaptive daydreaming communities to describe any character within a daydream. Anyone/thing that exists in real life or as a spiritual concept can't be considered a para unless they are directly part of your daydreams

There are other terms such as parame (a para you daydream from the POV of), paraself (a version of yourself in a daydream), veritbond (a para that feels more independent and has a deeper connection and meaning to you), and paracosm (a world in which a daydream takes place). A comprehensive list of all ID/MaDD terms can be found here

I hope this answers your questions in a clear/helpful way. You're always welcome to ask more!

[umhuhwellthen]

Uhhhh

Usagi Yojimbo

Fake Marriage AU:

Tomoe Ame x Usagi x Mariko x Kenichi

LISTEN LISTEN HEAR ME OUT OKAY

You know how that one advisor/vassal bastard whatever-his-name-is that convinced Noriyuki to marry off Mariko(lords could pick out spouses for their samurai)

What if...some staff in the court heard this plot and alerted Tomoe Ame before the fucker could bring it up to Noriyuki

And she's like fuck the only way I can think to get out of any arranged marriage is by being married but who can I...

Like always our boy Miya popping up at either the worst or best times possible

Now I don't know what logical loops Tomoe Ame goes through for asking Usagi plus his childhood friends to marry her but even though I don't know the why I know the what and how so let's get this AU rolling

She asks Usagi to take her with to visit his hometown for...reasons, yeah... And when they get there she goes dogeza(because girl is desperate and knows that lil shit gunning for her position will not only do a shit job as Noriyuki's right hand but definitely has the vibes of turncoat for self-preservation and so she needs this marriage) asking them to marry her

And they're like um, who are you asking????

Because the way they're positioned it looks like she's proposing to Kenichi, who is y'know married to Mariko(i wanted this to be pre-marriage but then i remembered Jotaro so sacrifices must be made for best boi)

And she doubles down "the three of you, a polyandrous marriage."

"WHAT!?"-childhood friends gang

Then she explains how it's to prevent a plot to weaken her lords court etc etc maybe some other stuff too to convince Kenichi and Mariko(Usagi is always down to help his friends, he's lied to shogunate spies and cops to protect himself or his buddies, ride or die)

A (reluctant) agreement is made and they do the wedding

Now it's basically

Mariko: Bi-crisis ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄×⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄ women...hot?????(living out her teenage fantasy)

Kenichi: Bi-crisis(Demisexual) (⁠‘///◉⌓⁠◉⁠///’) people outside of Mariko... hot?????USAGI HOT????? [Mariko was the only person he had ever had romantic or sexual attraction too so he assumed she was the only one for him, turns out if she hadn't been his first crush and thus birthing a rivalry with Usagi he would've developed a crush on him too, his type is strong sense of duty and good with a sword]

Usagi: Outwardly= worried about Tomoe's situation and how long this good thing will last before it's snatched away like all the things he's ever loved. (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;) Inwardly=YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!! every secret desire and teenage fantasy is coming alive. \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/ (huh, so I did have a crush on Kenichi back then...)

Tomoe: ya girl is STRESSED. Having to deal with political scheming, making sure her charade isn't found out, making sure that box she locked up her feelings for Usagi with stays buried deep, AND whatever blossoming feelings she has for his childhood friends because Oh No They're Hot (what is in the water for them all to turn out like this)

Jotaro is out here living his best life, finally getting the two dads he wanted PLUS a cool new mom?? SIGN HIM THE FUCK UP!!!

In summation: Tomoe Ame is living in drama/action/romance anime while everyone else is in a romance/comedy/slice of life anime

Endgame is polycule and Tomoe Ame being confused over how things ended up like this

Tomoe Ame tops them

EDIT: Tomoe's type is cringefail losers, the boys are for obvious reasons but you better believe I'm counting Mariko as one, look at the whole Jotaro reveal situation and say she made no cringefail moves

It's fine now tho, Jotaro gets his two cakes in the end with bonus free desert (does this metaphor even work)

Deberían decir gracias a @ranarenee por la inspiración indirecta para esto

Specifically this Art

[wavypotatochips]

Could you please write some fluff about Neymar?Like anything but it’s just like really sweet and he’s like very cute :)))

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝙉𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙅𝙧

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can!!! I love writing about my #1 babygorl, ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE BRUNA B IS PREGNANT IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM !! Happy Neymar, Happy Life. ANYWAYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You have been feeling a little stressed and overwhelmed lately, and Neymar notices. So, he decides to surprise you with a "Self-care day" to help you relax and unwind. He puts together a basket filled with different skin care products like face masks, lip masks, hair oils, and more.

As you walk into the living room, Neymar is waiting for you with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Linda! (beautiful)! I have a surprise for you!" he exclaims.

You're intrigued and curious about what he has planned for you. You smile and say excitedly, “Oh really? What is it!"

He stands up and grabs the basket from beside the couch so you did not see it when you walked into the living room. He holds it up to you," SUPRISEEEEEEE! Today is all about selfcare!”

You let out a small laugh as you look closer into the basket, “Thank you so much, baby this means a lot!,”you say, giving him a hug. You're touched by his thoughtfulness and can't help but feel a wave of love for him. 

 “I noticed you've been a little stressed lately, so I thought this might help you relax and feel better," he says, grinning while he hugs you back tightly. "e você sabe que eu farei qualquer coisa para ver seu sorriso (And you know I will do anything to see your smile)," he says, smiling.

You both spend the next few hours trying out different skin care products, having fun together and enjoying each other's company. Neymar is a bit of a goofball, and he makes you laugh with his antics.

You don't mind that the living room is a mess with items lying around on the table and the floor. You're relaxed and enjoying yourself. While music is playing, you are enjoying this moment with your lover.

Neymar is sitting in front of you with a Hello Kitty sheet face mask, which he insists will moisturize his skin the best. "You're just jealous I got the Hello Kitty face mask and you didn't," he says, sticking his tongue out playfully.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Please, Eu sou muito legal para Hello Kitty (I'm too cool for Hello Kitty)," you say, pretending to be unimpressed.

Neymar grins mischievously. "Oh really? Well, I think you're missing out," he says, holding up a pink tube. "Here, let me put this one on you. It's supposed to make your skin glow like a diamond."

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Wow, so you're saying my skin wasn't already glowing?" you say, teasing him.

Neymar shakes his head, still grinning. "Hush, just wait and see," he says, applying the mask to your face.

As the mask sets in, you feel a cool, refreshing sensation on your skin. "This feels nice," you say, relaxing.

Neymar leans in closer to inspect your face. "Hmm, I don't see any diamonds yet," he says, pretending to be disappointed.

You laugh. "Você é tão idiota (You're such a dork)," you say, shaking your head.

But you can't help but feel grateful for Neymar and his playful nature. He always knows how to make you smile and feel loved. 

He smiles back happily, knowing that he's the reason behind your smile. "Seu idiota embora (Your dork though)," he winks at you.

As the music continued to fill the room with its infectious beat, Neymar couldn't help but bop his head along to the rhythm. As the next song starts to play, he recognizes the tune and jumps up from the ground with a grin on his face.

Without hesitation, he starts to dance, his body moving to the music as he sings along to the lyrics. You couldn't help but laugh as you watch him as he wiggled his hips and twirled around the living room- all with the Hello Kitty mask on.

"What? I'm feeling the groove!" he exclaims, while dancing.

You continue to laugh, feeling so grateful for his infectious personality and sense of humor. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the couch, and soon you both are dancing together, twirling around the living room.

For a moment, you forget about all the stress and worries that had been weighing you down. You feel so carefree and happy, just enjoying the moment with Neymar.

As the song comes to an end, Neymar pulls you in for a tight hug. "I love you," he whispers into your ear.

You feel so lucky to have him in your life, to have someone who cares about your wellbeing and takes the time to make you feel special. "I love you too," you say, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

He leans in and kisses you lovingly. With a smile on your face, you lean in to kiss him back, feeling the softness of his lips against yours. You both pull away, and you suggest taking the masks off now. You grab a cloth from the table to pat your face and remove the mask, but Neymar insists on keeping his on a little longer.

You can't help but chuckle at his stubbornness and notice him staring at you with squinted eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm," he mumbles, and you ask him what's on his mind.

"Oh, nothing," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eu ainda não vejo nenhum diamante em seu rosto (I still don't see any diamonds on your face)."

You roll your eyes playfully with a smile on your face and throw the cloth at him. "Oh, hush!" you say, causing his infectious laughter to fill the room, and you can't help but join in.

You both continue to relax and enjoy the self-care day, trying out different products and talking about anything and everything. In this moment, you feel content and happy, grateful for the love and laughter that Neymar brings into your life.

After trying out all the different skin care products, you both decide to take a break and watch a movie. As you snuggle up on the couch, you feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you. The stress and worries of the day have faded away, and all that matters is the moment you are sharing with Neymar.

"You know, I really needed this," you say, looking into his deep hazel eyes.

"I know," he replies, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm always here for you, no matter what," he wraps his arm around you, “and you deserve to be pampered.”

You feel your heart swell with love and gratitude for this man, this amazing partner who always knows just what to say and do to make you feel better. You knew that this moment would stay with you forever, a memory of the love and laughter that you shared. You felt so lucky to have him by your side, and you knew that, no matter what life threw at you, you would always have each other. You lean in for another kiss, grateful for the simple but powerful joy of being with someone who loves you.

[caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph]

💭 Daydreaming Questions 💭

⏳How long have you been daydreaming for? What was your first scenario/paracosm? I've daydreamed for as long as i can remember. I dreamt of balls with characters i loved, i dreamt of going to magical schools (not Hogwarts, i hadn't yet discovered it), i dreamt of adventures fighting the shadows of the world and of being a lost boy. The In-Between though, dates back to the begining of me writing. In primary school, we had a personal notebook for when we were bored, and i started making my own world in it. That's the very beginning of the paracosm i still hold onto.

❓Would you rather: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times or be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life? The screen! It's not maladaptive anymore, so it wouldn't pop up anywhere anytime. Plus, it's be nice providing free movies for people i love and trust! And maybe i could use the screen like a movie director, and record it to make my own little movies! It's certainly be easier than trying to write it all down!

🪞 What para of your is most like you? Paraselves/self-inserts don't count! Probably a mix of Viaris and Lilly! I'm very artistic and jittery and flamboyant like Vi but also when I was younger I was literally a younger version of Lilly (didn't notice at the time-)

🏷️ How do you come up with names? Do they come to you or do you spend hours on websites? Sometimes they come to me, but it's quite rare! Most often I look at generators or websites until one rings right! For the main cast for example, Viaris came to me, the others i had to look.

🗺️ Do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosm? If so, what are some of your favorite elements? I do! I'm currently trying to sort that information and write it down actually! I coudn't really choose favorites right now though to be honest

🪽 If your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react? Viaris: Step 1: existential crisis. Step 2: dang that's cool, someone made me, so I have to be wanted! (yes he needs therapy) Nikolas: That boy would never be the same. His entire view on reality and purpose would be shattered. Lilly: Freaked out. As in, why the fuck would the equivalent of a god be so close to its creation, this feels parasocial Brue: Probably would find me a bit lame/weird for having that as a solution, but would do her best for me to feel supported Harvel: Would feel like he just got out of the cave from Plato's allegory. Would think they're taking it well, they're not, they're having an existential crisis.

🦦 If you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you? Pretty similar! Braver, more reckless. And, well..; not stuck in a static human body-

🕐 Is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream? The morning! It can't be the first thing I do after making my coffee- however I can write about it first thing in the morning, just not daydream in itself for some reason. I think it's because I love calm chill mornings so much and even if my daydreams are chill/slice of life sometimes, I move a lot when I daydream, so it doesn't really fit the vibe X)

📜 Are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place? Pretty structured! The jumps are more of a "in the meantime, with X character(s)" kind of thing, but even if there's flashbacks and all it's pretty linear and organised despite me improvising the whole time

🎶 What's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream? I've been daydreaming to "Labour - the cacophony" by Paris Paloma. Always for revolts of opressed people, often queer (or queer coded) or feminine people (like the fae or shapeshifters) That song and the feminine rage I feel while listening make me shiver everytime, it's such a powerful song

🐣 Do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? They age with me! And we have a whole history together, we grew up together pretty much! When I include fictionnal characters that I got to know younger, they aged with me too. I don't really think about it much, but if I met them for example 3 years ago, they're aged too since then.

🚀If you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? Why or why not? I'm very torn, because this world and these people have been with me for around 10 years, b ut I've found great people in this verse and I'd feel bad abandoning them… I'd rather just float in between them, since the in-between is linked to all worlds theoretically.

🏃 Do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways? I walk (unless I'm in a moving vehicule, as the world already moves around me) and gesticulate a lot, as well as make faces and mouth things.

🎬 Have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? I'd love for an animated series and a book series to be made!! But also I could never look at any criticism, not matter how constructive and kind, because it's too much of my baby

💫 When you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? I'll look at fanarts and tropes and stuff I like on Tumblr or Youtube, put on some music, and usually it comes easy like this!

👻 Do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)? Yes, but mot in the usual way I daydream. It's more when I'm bored waiting, or even lost in my thoughts, where I'll daydream about what I'll do the next day, or when/if I get my dream cottage, what would my day be like, stuff like that. I don't move, I just sit back, and music isn't necessary for those.

🧱 When you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it (or ways you cope)? Consume series, books, movies, animatics, etc, anything that I love and inspire me! I don't usually look at prompts or tropes like usual though. And if it's still blocking, I'll try to discover a new thing I'll love, and that usually gets me out of it. Otherwise, now that it isn't maladaptive anymore, I just do other things (even if I miss my paras, they'll be there when I'm unblocked ❣️)

📖 For fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom? The In-Between being in between worlds, I sometimes mix it with some characters and worlds from things I like, so while it's not quite a fictparacosm, I'm still answering this ^^ Yes it does. I'll usually seperate my version and the canon one, as like, an alternate timeline yk? That's the best way I've found, as that way I can enjoy both my daydreams and the source, no matter how different or what happens!

💅 If you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have? The colorful glowing tattoos the Bitweenians get when they get "adopted" by the in-between!! There's sometimes tattoos, but they're always in back ink TwT Still looks good, but not quite my vision

👁️ Are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye? Yes! Like a movie/series! Sometimes animated, sometimes live-action!

[skitskatdacat63]

38 + 60 for the ask game ^_^/ — Penalanon (currently getting KO’d by school rn )

(I feel you so bad penalanon, I'm dying, and writing these is keeping me going cause at least I have one thing to look forward to! Thank you! I always know I can count on you for these)

misc lore drop day 52/?

Honestly if I do ever actually get into writing fic, this is a concept I’d probably write a fic for. You understand them well, penalanon, I wonder if before i even answer this, you can guess what I’m gonna write lol. I think in any case, whether it be Fernando or Seb grieving, the other would probably be pretty caught off guard. To see the other with their walls completely broken down like that would probably lead to some confession. It’s not like they’re confessing to the other to placate them or make them feel better, but rather in that moment, they both feel like normal people, no other pretenses. 

Obviously the first thing to come to my head is the death of Seb’s father. I imagine it happened unexpectedly, he was getting older but still. Seb’s wedding had not been that long ago, he was still quite elated, one step closer to world domin- I mean, he’s so happy to be with his husband! Both can be true, it’s fine. But as I said before, grief is inherently tied with his ascendancy to the imperial throne, because at that moment, he’s thrown into the spotlight, no father to lead him anymore. That’s the first time Fernando ever sees him truly upset. He’s seen him annoyed, he’s seen him frustrated, but he’s never seen him just. Sad. Empty. He’s like a shell of his former self for days, weeks,  months. Fernando has only felt negative or begrudgingly, barely positive, emotions towards him(okay liar), he’s not used to this feeling of genuine empathy and care he suddenly has toward Seb. He won’t eat, he’ll barely sleep, he’s not getting any work done. He won’t even do the things he enjoys, no matter how much Fernando goads him. And his coronation is coming up in only a matter of weeks, days even! Fernando recognizes this feeling of loss, though not in the same way. 

They’re walking down the halls together towards the chamber where Seb’s father’s body is being displayed. Fernando is nervously glancing at Seb from time to time, scared he’ll completely fall apart before they even get to the room. He’s walking, his face downcast, a handkerchief constantly held in one hand. Fernando’s been watching over him in private, not overbearingly, but making sure he’s not going to completely fall to pieces before he even gets crowned emperor. Fernando tells himself that he feels concerned because he has a vested interest in Seb’s rule. He’s not going to put up with being married to a lame duck emperor. The only reason he agreed to this, he admits to himself, is because, well, Seb seemed reliable, at least. Seeing Seb in that moment, tears welling up in his eyes and hurriedly being wiped away, he suddenly feels the genuine desire to actually tell Seb for once that he believes in him. That he married him even if it wasn’t the best deal in the world because he believes in him. That he’ll make a good emperor, one that Fernando can trust. He’s so focused on getting his words together that he doesn’t even realize they’ve reached the antechamber. He opens his mouth, “Sebastian, you’ll make a good emperor that your father would be proud of, I have trust in yo-” He’s cut off by the sound of Seb letting out a strangled gasp. Fernando looks up and straight forward; said father’s body is dressed up and displayed at the altar in the front of the room. Seb has fallen to his knees, completely inconsolable. So much for words, thinks Fernando, as he gets down beside Seb and lightly rests his hand on his shoulder, consoling him now through affection rather than words.  

(Oh hey wait that last para is basically just fic, whoops, guess I can write!)

[ceps-pers]

💭 Daydreaming Questions 💭

⏳How long have you been daydreaming for? What was your first scenario/paracosm? I've daydreamed for as long as i can remember. I dreamt of balls with characters i loved, i dreamt of going to magical schools (not Hogwarts, i hadn't yet discovered it), i dreamt of adventures fighting the shadows of the world and of being a lost boy. The In-Between though, dates back to the begining of me writing. In primary school, we had a personal notebook for when we were bored, and i started making my own world in it. That's the very beginning of the paracosm i still hold onto.

❓Would you rather: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times or be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life? The screen! It's not maladaptive anymore, so it wouldn't pop up anywhere anytime. Plus, it's be nice providing free movies for people i love and trust! And maybe i could use the screen like a movie director, and record it to make my own little movies! It's certainly be easier than trying to write it all down!

🪞 What para of your is most like you? Paraselves/self-inserts don't count! Probably a mix of Viaris and Lilly! I'm very artistic and jittery and flamboyant like Vi but also when I was younger I was literally a younger version of Lilly (didn't notice at the time-)

🏷️ How do you come up with names? Do they come to you or do you spend hours on websites? Sometimes they come to me, but it's quite rare! Most often I look at generators or websites until one rings right! For the main cast for example, Viaris came to me, the others i had to look.

🗺️ Do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosm? If so, what are some of your favorite elements? I do! I'm currently trying to sort that information and write it down actually! I coudn't really choose favorites right now though to be honest

🪽 If your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react? Viaris: Step 1: existential crisis. Step 2: dang that's cool, someone made me, so I have to be wanted! (yes he needs therapy) Nikolas: That boy would never be the same. His entire view on reality and purpose would be shattered. Lilly: Freaked out. As in, why the fuck would the equivalent of a god be so close to its creation, this feels parasocial Brue: Probably would find me a bit lame/weird for having that as a solution, but would do her best for me to feel supported Harvel: Would feel like he just got out of the cave from Plato's allegory. Would think they're taking it well, they're not, they're having an existential crisis.

🦦 If you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you? Pretty similar! Braver, more reckless. And, well..; not stuck in a static human body-

🕐 Is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream? The morning! It can't be the first thing I do after making my coffee- however I can write about it first thing in the morning, just not daydream in itself for some reason. I think it's because I love calm chill mornings so much and even if my daydreams are chill/slice of life sometimes, I move a lot when I daydream, so it doesn't really fit the vibe X)

📜 Are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place? Pretty structured! The jumps are more of a "in the meantime, with X character(s)" kind of thing, but even if there's flashbacks and all it's pretty linear and organised despite me improvising the whole time

🎶 What's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream? I've been daydreaming to "Labour - the cacophony" by Paris Paloma. Always for revolts of opressed people, often queer (or queer coded) or feminine people (like the fae or shapeshifters) That song and the feminine rage I feel while listening make me shiver everytime, it's such a powerful song

🐣 Do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? They age with me! And we have a whole history together, we grew up together pretty much! When I include fictionnal characters that I got to know younger, they aged with me too. I don't really think about it much, but if I met them for example 3 years ago, they're aged too since then.

🚀If you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? Why or why not? I'm very torn, because this world and these people have been with me for around 10 years, b ut I've found great people in this verse and I'd feel bad abandoning them… I'd rather just float in between them, since the in-between is linked to all worlds theoretically.

🏃 Do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways? I walk (unless I'm in a moving vehicule, as the world already moves around me) and gesticulate a lot, as well as make faces and mouth things.

🎬 Have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? I'd love for an animated series and a book series to be made!! But also I could never look at any criticism, not matter how constructive and kind, because it's too much of my baby

💫 When you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? I'll look at fanarts and tropes and stuff I like on Tumblr or Youtube, put on some music, and usually it comes easy like this!

👻 Do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)? Yes, but mot in the usual way I daydream. It's more when I'm bored waiting, or even lost in my thoughts, where I'll daydream about what I'll do the next day, or when/if I get my dream cottage, what would my day be like, stuff like that. I don't move, I just sit back, and music isn't necessary for those.

🧱 When you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it (or ways you cope)? Consume series, books, movies, animatics, etc, anything that I love and inspire me! I don't usually look at prompts or tropes like usual though. And if it's still blocking, I'll try to discover a new thing I'll love, and that usually gets me out of it. Otherwise, now that it isn't maladaptive anymore, I just do other things (even if I miss my paras, they'll be there when I'm unblocked ❣️)

📖 For fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom? The In-Between being in between worlds, I sometimes mix it with some characters and worlds from things I like, so while it's not quite a fictparacosm, I'm still answering this ^^ Yes it does. I'll usually seperate my version and the canon one, as like, an alternate timeline yk? That's the best way I've found, as that way I can enjoy both my daydreams and the source, no matter how different or what happens!

💅 If you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have? The colorful glowing tattoos the Bitweenians get when they get "adopted" by the in-between!! There's sometimes tattoos, but they're always in back ink TwT Still looks good, but not quite my vision

👁️ Are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye? Yes! Like a movie/series! Sometimes animated, sometimes live-action!

[protectingtulpas]

So is a tulpa/tulpa system like something you manifest out of loneliness as a kid? Is it developed through maladaptive daydreaming? How do you know you're not controlling it anymore? And does trauma not play a role in this at all, like is it the result of childhood creative outlet?

The reason I ask is because I used to do a lot of maladaptive daydreaming as a child, and I didn't feel like I had alters then. But I felt like I had emotional parts when I hit puberty. Now I feel like I may or may not have some sort of dissociative disorder, but I have a significant portion of characters/fictives, but I also have other parts that come from somewhere else. And I'm not sure if I developed this system on my own or if it happened as a result of childhood trauma.

These are genuine questions, of course you don't have to answer, but I really think you might be able to help me a bit.

Heyo! That's a lotta questions! Lemme see if I can sort em out for ya /lh

- It's pretty common for tulpas to be made cuz the host is lonely, but that's not the only way they can happen, and it doesn't have to be as a kid! Tulpas can be made at (pretty much) any age for any reason, with enough dedication. A good chunk of the accidental tulpa community started out being imaginary friends that became sentient, tho!

- Plurality that comes from maladaptive daydreaming, neuronarration, etc tend to call themselves paragenic. A para is the term for a daydream character, and a parative is a system member that was originally a para in some kinda way.

- Trauma caaann play a role in tulpamancy, but it's not really common and not necessary at all. Sometimes hosts will be motivated to create a tulpa cuz of traumatizing reasons, but it's up to the tulpa themselves if they wanna consider emselves traumagenic or adjacent at all. It sounds like ya didn't push too hard for these headmates' creation- as accidental tulpa is defined as a tulpa created by somebody who went thru the tulpamancy process without realizing it. If you wanna figure out if your headmates are created in any way, I'd compare those experiences to other tulpa guides and stuff.

- If you want my armchair recc on where to start based on what it sounds like for your experiences tho, I'd check out along with the MaDD links above: median/midcontinuum systems (systems with facets), mixed systems, mixed origin systems, and OSDD. A good portion of our c-ptsd stems from living as autistic in a situation we can't handle but NTs could, so don't forget that what counts as trauma depends on how the mind processes it, not assumed "severity". Take time & research before self diagnosing. Don't forget fictives can come from any origin tho ✨✨

Pretty sure that covers it all- good luck figuring it out!!

[turmoilcity]

What if we were a tv show?

If my paras were in a sitcom (feat. cameo appearances of @star-drips paras.)

This has been sitting in my draft for a while. The purpose is to use this site

https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator to generate random scenarios but I can't tweak the quotes they generate.  I've collected my favorite ones (despite if they're Canon to characters) in one doc. And now I feel like sharing them with u guys ☺

Emerson, about to leave the house: Don’t spend all day watching YouTube, okay? 

Isla: I FORGE MY OWN PATH!!

—-

Bella: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! 

Emerson: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

—

Isla, watching Bella & Emerson panic : What's going on?

Lillian: Bella is having a midlife crisis and Emerson is just having a crisis.

—-

Isla: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Emerson: It's Emerson.

Isla: What did they do this time?

Emerson: No, it's me, Isla. It's actually me.

Isla: What did you do this time?

—-

Bella: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

—

Aiden: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? 

 Isla: For the dogs.  

Aiden: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? 

Isla:They don't know how.

—

Aiden: They couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.

Isla: That's not true! I found my way out of a paper bag yesterday

—-

Isla: So you’re dating Emerson?

Bella: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Isla: That’s literally a wedding ring

___

Lillian: Just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.

Lillian: No, that’s Aiden … I’m your nicest friend.

Lillian: No, Isla... I’m your friend!

___

Emerson, holding up their class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Emerson, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

___

Aiden : I'm cold.

Bella: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Isla: I'm cold.

Emerson: I can't control the weather, Isla.

____

Emerson, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Isla, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Bella, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Lillian, appalled: Call the exorcist.

___

Isla: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Lillian: Apparently, we're not

__

Aiden : *is hugging Bella*

Isla: Hey! It's my turn to hug Bella!

Isla: *grabs Bella*

Lillian: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!

Aiden : No, It's still my turn!

Bella: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!

Isla: But we need the moral support!

Aiden : And you're small! Which is cute!

Lillian: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.

Bella: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

___

Isla: Can I borrow five dollars?

Emerson: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back?

Isla: Of course.

Isla: Not directly, but with my love and affection.

Emerson: So that’s a no.

___

Emerson: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Dylan: The dishes.

Emerson: Wh-

Dylan: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(Lmao)

___

Isla: Do you have a self-care routine?

Aiden : "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

____

Dylan, on the phone: Where are you?

Emerson: I told you, I’m at work

Dylan: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

*skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

___

Aiden : Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Aiden : One... two... three.

Emerson: ...

Aiden : ...

Aiden : See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

___

Lillian: Truth or dare?

Bella: Truth.

Lillian: How many hours have you slept this week?

Bella:

Bella: Dare.

Lillian: Go to sleep.

Bella: I don't like this game.

[waywardfeathered]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Havu.

pronouns. they/them

preference  of  communication. Discord. My handle is in my rules! Tumblr IM box is difficult for me, but if you prefer that, I will also communicate there.

name  of  muse. Castiel, or in non-canon human verses, Castiel "Cas" Krushnic.

rp  experience  /  how  long. On tumblr since 2013, before that mostly one-on-one in private since around 2006.

best  experience. No one best experience, but in general muses connecting. Like when you end up building dynamics and storylines that take on life of their own, when there is something coherent between muses no matter the nature of it, when you connect enough ooc that you mutually appreciate each other even if it's just in the form of liking each other's dash game posts or whatnot.

rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers. Harrassing people for fictional content no matter how problematic you believe it to be, posting/sharing callouts over fictional content (honestly this counts as harrassment and bullying), policing what fictional themes other people are "allowed" to write of any kind (a polite "don't follow me if you write gore/smut/coffee shop aus/abuse/anything" is fine and not harrassment or policing), individual urls on DNI lists, bigoted beliefs/behaviour.

fluff,  angst,  or  smut. angst, smut, and fluff, in that order. I will write pretty much any genre, but I do tend to love writing angst or angst-adjacent themes more than something entirely happy even though I will gladly do the latter as well. I like writing smut, and am open to writing it without us needing to be friends or close ooc; I only am not comfortable writing smut with muns under 21.

plots  or  memes. Both! Let's say that I am more likely to do better with at least some vague plotting, something to write towards or based on, even if it's a one-line simple idea. However. I will happily wing things as well.

long  or  short  replies.  I prefer 2-4 paragraphs per response. Longer tends to get hard for me. Shorter tends to get too short to say enough. But, I am happy to do single para or novella. I firmly believe that matching length is bullshit and that it's natural for reply length to fluctuate, exposition and such might naturally make a reply novella while action or muses having a conversation where they keep responding to each other works better with just a couple of paragraphs if not less, because I find it awkward to kind of... interject in between, with a reply, and it starts to easily feel like I'm writing three threads in one go with longer form dialogue/reaction heavy threads.

best  time  to  write. No specific time. I do best if I have a sleep schedule, but other than that, I'm on disability and not restricted to time tables through a job or anything that sort.

are  you  like  your  muse. Not very. I relate to a lot of Cas's experiences in how I've been controlled and abused, and I share many quirks with him (he's very autistic coded and I'm autistic), but in general we're super different people. He's much more self-sacrificing and emotion driven, where I'm a lot more self-preserving and analytical; he views life through his heart and I look at everything analytically and don't tend to feel very deeply emotionally. He has strong moral convictions; I of course have my opinions of right/wrong, but I tend to juggle multiple points of view at once and have no issue going against my own morals on a lot of things. He has a very intuitive way of his opinions, feelings, and the universe and such, like of course he contemplates such things a lot, and he has a lot of self-doubt, but it's very different from the way I operate from a set of a logical framework that I am constantly adjusting with new factual information and where he wishes to be steady-footed on his beliefs and sense of self etc I am naturally always in flux and analysing and comparing and going down rabbit-holes of what ifs. He is good at being practical and taking action, I am really passive and impractical.

tagged by: @collidingxworlds, thank you! tagging: @solheimisms, @righteouslysin, @normaltothemax, @detectiveconnor, @lovepurposed & anyone who wants to!

[elytrafemme]

Hey. Ive been following you for a while and yk just friendly neighborhood kid trying to get a following

I try and write, but i was wondering how to start bringing up my account as to how to get my writing up and about, as well as like what formatting i should try out first in the begining (like blurbs, 1 para descriptives, one shots) (i dont do x yn it unnerves me)

... Honestly im a bit confused and lost and ur a huge deal to me so some advice to the fan if you will :>

hey hey! keep in mind that i'm just one person out there who writes, so take everything i say with a grain of salt, but i will do my best to give advice :]

i think the absolute main thing when it comes to writing is that you HAVE to write things that you yourself enjoy writing. a while ago, there was a fic i started for a fandom, and it got the attention of a pretty popular person in the fandom space, who was super super excited for me to continue it. it ended up never getting a second chapter, because while that external support was nice, i was never truly in love with the concept of the fic and honestly found myself more and more stressed at the prospect of working on something i didn't care about.

getting support for the things you create is amazing-- everyone loves validation and getting to have a community of readers is so so nice-- but you have to love what you're creating, not just go after what you think people might want. and it took me personally a while to learn that but once i did, i started enjoying the things i wrote way way more, and i think people who read the works i made could tell that.

in terms of the /kind/ of writing you put out there, i haven't noticed one type of piece getting more attention than another. i recommend that if you post a piece, you give some kind of header with the title of it, if it involves characters list the main characters involved (if it involves OCs you could describe them briefly but i am not experienced in posting original works on tumblr so i can't really speak to that), list off any major content warnings (i.e. death, core, etc.), and give an approximate word count. that way, especially with one shots, people know the length of what they're about to read and can set aside time accordingly for it.

when you do that, also, you can then tag for those things! I'm not the best at tagging my writing in all honesty, so I'm not sure of all the tips and tricks there, but I think you can get a lot out of tagging the main characters involved (if a character only shows up as a brief reference in 1 line, i don't recommend tagging them). past that, you can always look in the tumblr writing tag and see how other people tag their things; that might give you a better idea than i can.

also, if you do start to get people reading and enjoying your writing, you can make a tag list! i'm ... also notoriously bad at using mine, but basically if you get a few works up you can ask if people want to be tagged any time you post a new piece of writing. that's a good way to have people consistently look at things!

last tip i'll give is that you should absolutely reblog the FUCK out of your own writing, because that seriously does help. a lot of people also tag on "reblogs are appreciated" or "reblogs > likes" to encourage other people to share their writing. don't go up to someone directly and ask them to reblog something/why they haven't, since that is a pretty uncomfortable experience, but on the actual post itself i think it's fine to say that you would appreciate people who like the post to also reblog it! just a gentle nudge y'know.

also this is super minor but one of the good things about reblogging your own writing is that you can queue things (albeit i have never used tumblr's queue system so again, grain of salt), and hit different timezones! 4-6 PM EST is the time range i usually shot for with posting anything i wanted people to see, but i have no idea if that's actually the best time, so you can use self reblogs to experiment

i don't know if this is what you wanted me to answer for you; truth be told i was a little confused at your intiial question haha, but i hope that this is somewhat helpful! best of luck with writing :]

[sugarhillpark]

hihi! just checking up on you and the progress of the final (perhaps) installment of my fav rarepair fic ¿

lol I was wondering if I'd left that poor fic languishing long enough for you to send one of these check-ups, lovely stranger. Or stranger who is extremely determined to see fanfic Ray and Mikey fuck nasty. Either way it's pretty cool. I'm alright! I struggled along writing every day at a fantastically slow pace for weeks, got past what felt like that rough point, had a big sigh like ‘phew it's gonna be cruisy now’, and then... proceeded to write absolutely nothing on that fic for weeks. Watched a tonne of spooky movies. Dicked around with unrelated vampire rikey fic and vampire rayrard fic. Typical me antics. The one (1) fanfic task I've appointed myself lately is finishing this fic asap and instead I now have so many unpublished wips I've stopped counting them because I'm afraid. And lollll you're so real for that 'perhaps'. I am not 100% sure about ‘last’ part I'm not gonna lie. Wondering if possibly this fic is cursed and I keep updating it but it somehow never ends. They're all just unbearably horny and sweet for each other in the worst way on Halloween night forever. I'm kidding, I'll finish it, but yeah, I'm not sure at this point if the word count is gonna get too obscenely huge for one chapter. There's like 7k that's edited and ready to publish but who knows how many more words to pull it together. If it hits anything above double that it'll be 2 chapters I think. Anyway, thank you for being sweet and apologies for the typically vague update! I’m sorry I couldn’t post the last part in October, I really wanted to. Here's a preview to prove that I'm doing something. This isn't the first paras of the chapter like I've put up in your asks before so I'm tucking it under a cut in case you want no (super minor) spoilers (but it's my favourite part of the chapter so far 😊)

* “Is it alright if I hug you?” Ray asks. Mikey manages a sound somewhere between a snort and a giggle, wiping his arm across his face and smiling. “Is that what you ask guys after you put your tongue in their mouth?” he jokes. “Sometimes.” Ray looks flushed and downcast and Mikey wants to give him permission to hold any part of him in his hands. “I’m gonna get snot on your jacket,” he protests softly. Ray looks down at the leather on his chest. He hesitates and then tugs the zipper all the way down and shrugs it off his shoulders, leaving his chest and stomach as naked as Mikey’s legs. Mikey blinks at Ray’s peaked nipples and the softness of his stomach curving over the edge of his tight pants as he sits and then looks back at Ray’s face with wide teary eyes. “There.” Ray says. He looks self-conscious but he’s smiling. “Not that that jacket wasn’t totalled already, but now you can’t be polite about it, Mikey Way.” He spreads his arms and makes a ‘come here’ gesture with his right one. “I’m gonna shower in like five minutes anyway, come and get snot on me, go crazy.” Mikey’s silent laughter shakes his ribs as he melts into Ray’s arms. “You’re so weird,” he mumbles as he wraps a careful arm around Ray’s shoulder and rests his head on his chest. “Why do you think your brother latched onto me at college?” Ray smiles again and Mikey can hear it in his voice and feel it in his chest. “Probably wanted someone pretty to make out with at parties,” Mikey murmurs and Ray’s chest jumps against his face as that gets a soft laugh. “I think Frankie’s probably got that covered now.” He pauses and then his fingers touch Mikey’s hair. “What do you think they’re gonna do for a second date after all this?” “Sex,” Mikey says flatly and Ray laughs and nods against the side of his face. “Gerard gets away with so much shit it’s unreal.” 

[bnavmo]

ray of color

i'm just an actor playing a character in this series called life

i'm an observer, creating a reality in this illusion called living

i understand that just because you can't explain it doesn't mean it isn't real

the same way that just because you can see it and touch it doesn't mean it really exists

ignorando los pensamientos que gravitan este eje ilusorio

abrazo la almohada y simulo el calor de otro espíritu junto al mío

intento enfocar mi energía solo en lo positivo

pero es difícil sentir como si lo que más anhelo para mí está prohibido

and at times, i find myself wondering

will i ever get the answers to the questions that wander through me?

and will this path ever take me somewhere i can just smile and be free?

i've programmed myself to think of the low points as high peaks

but i don't even know if that actually helps or if it's just lies i'm telling me

trying to grasp the concept of freedom

and at the same time, trying to be okay with feeling lonely

the music and the poetry are my family

the silence of the night is my lover

and the sun and the moon are my only real friends

and sure, sometimes i wish they were real people

but at least i have them, and for that i'm extremely grateful

esta historia es una sinfonía inconclusa

y yo soy super vulnerable, pero a la vez indestructible

eso me digo a mí mismo cuando veo el reflejo de mis lágrimas en el espejo

maybe it isn't my fate to experience certain things

such as genuine friendship, companionship and love

and maybe my purpose is different than that of most people i know

all i know is, this is a riddle i haven't been able to solve

and maybe it can't or shouldn't be solved

and though i've changed and evolved over time, i guess some things are just the way they are

i must pay attention to the signs and respect the natural laws of the universe

and i swear i don't wanna surrender, but i'm tired of trying and trying and seeing no results

my efforts are so big that they become no effort at all

and something tells me that perhaps i should just stop

take a deep breath, detach from the situation and just let go

accept the course of my circumstance and rely exclusively on myself

learn to love deeply, never-endlessly, and unconditionally myself

as the night unravels

i just wanna cry, i just wanna scream

i feel so happy, i'm on cloud nine

but i'm also hurting because of things no one knows, no one cares about

and that's okay, because nobody else can save me anyway

that's okay, because we all got problems and not everything's about me anyway

that's okay, because just like me, many others suffer alone when nobody's around

and i can't remember when it was the last time someone counted me in

someone said they love me or that they're proud of me

but that's okay, because despite this excruciating pain, i still and forever have me

and i just hope that's enough

una lloradita más, un respiro largo y lento, me pongo la máscara y a seguir el juego

otra curita más al corazón y aquí vamos de nuevo

fuertes y sonrientes como siempre

agradeciendo por lo que está bien y aún más por lo que no

nunca renegando ni victimizándome

porque todo tiene un propósito, todo siempre pasa por una razón

a mí mismo y a todos los que he dañado les pido perdón

here i am

stretching the limits of my mind

fighting the voices in my head

my younger self wouldn't have ever thought we'd make it this far

and today i can say i'm proud of us

for seeing the light despite the darkness

for understanding that thanks to all the pain we've felt, together we've become a beautiful ray of color

no somos perfectos, somos solo humanos

[maddgical-boy]

ykkk I gotta send in sum for the ask game now- LOVE THIS ONE TOO.. 5 !!

5. what para of yours is most like you? self inserts and paraselves don't count!

eeee i would say maybe yoshitsugu? i'm not as serene as him but i'm pretty chill. i go with whatever life throws at me (though this is mostly because life likes to throw a curveball and i am not a professional catcher)

but he's a smart dude and is a live and let live kinda guy and i can get with that

also he masks up 👍

(not like, correctly, but it's better than nothing)

[veronicalodgeswitch]

Reality Check | Self-Para

TW: Non-Con Themes, Physical violence.

It was the trip's final day, and Veronica, like many of her peers, was at her wit's end. They had one final, sorry excuse for a shower - which was really an unceremonious hose-down to get through. She counted the minutes, keeping her head high and her posture perfect as she entered the stall, surrounded by guards ogling them.

“Hey, pretty thing.”

A particularly ugly guard cat-called her, spiking Veronica’s blood pressure.

She turns her head toward the guard, giving him a cold, steely glare. "Excuse me, did you just address me?" she says, disgusted. How he looks at her like she’s an object he has every right to ogle is more than enough to make her snap. Veronica strides over to him, ignoring protests from her peers showering near her, and gets up close in his personal space. "First, don't you dare call me 'pretty thing.' Secondly, you do not speak to me at all. And thirdly, my father is the mayor of this town, so I'd watch my tongue around me if you know what's good for you." Veronica punctuates her words with a fierce look, daring the guard to challenge her.

“Oh, the little girl thinks because he Daddy is the mayor, she’s above all this.” The guard sneers, reaching for his bulge and squeezing it. “Give it a rest, baby girl. I bet that pretty, tight little pussy is getting all wet being this close to a real man. Come on, show me how wet you are for me…”

Veronica's eyes flash with anger as she steps back from the guard and folds her arms across her chest. "You're disgusting," she says, her voice dangerously low. "Let me make one very clear to you - I would never, ever let a man as repulsive as you touch me, let alone come with ten feet of me. Now, do yourself a favor and fuck the hell off." She turned on her heel and made to stride back to her place in line.

On her way back, the guard caught her wrist. “Oh, we’ve got a little bitch on our hands, boys… You better hope you find someone to take care of you, sweetheart, because I know plenty of men like me who would love to pay to fuck their loads into a mouthy little princess like you.”

Veronica winces as the guard's hand wraps tightly around her wrist. She glares at him, her voice cold. "Take your filthy hands off of me," she says. "Don't you dare threaten me. My family will not hesitate to destroy anyone who crosses us." She tugs her arm free from his grip and steps back, distancing herself from the group of guards. "I suggest you remember that unless you want to learn firsthand what I mean." She turned, breaking free from the guard's grip, and held her head high. As she continued on, she could feel the eyes of the guards following her, but she refused to let them see any fear in her expression.

The guard barked a cruel laugh in her wake and stood his ground, facing Veronica as she turned back towards him, the water pouring down on her naked body. “Get wet, you little bitch! Get wet!” He ordered, taking out his cock, crudely stroking himself off as he watched her shower. “Aww, guys…the little princess can’t even get wet on command. Guess we’ll have you use her mouth the same way we’d use her worthless little cunt…”

Veronica's eyes narrowed as the guard continued to speak, but she refused to let him see any sign of fear or disgust. Instead, she puts on a small smile and steps closer to him again, a plan formulating faster than her feet can carry her. "Oh honey, is that really the best you've got?" she says teasingly. "You don't have the first clue how to treat a lady, do you?" Veronica takes another step towards him, her voice softening. "Let me show you how it's done." She reaches out and lightly traces her fingers down his chest, lingering momentarily before pulling back. "But first, tell me your name. I like to know who I'm dealing with."

The guard wolf-whistled when Veronica crowded his space, sneering his ugly face down at her. “I’ll tell you my name once you’re back in here, and all ours to play with. A mouthy little bitch like you who can’t Dominate for shit and is too opinionated to submit won’t get claimed.” The guard spit at Veronica’s feet and towered over her, bellowing in her face. “GET BACK IN LINE.”

When she stood her ground, glaring up at him and readying an insult, he shoved her back, making her fall to the hard, concrete floor with a deafening thud. He moved in closer, huddling over her and jerking his cock over her small, fragile form, laughing all the while. Tears welled in Veronica’s eyes - hot, angry ones, but before anything else could transpire, she was roughly hauled back in line with the others and ushered out of the showers.

[shenashygans]

THE SUNDAY CURRENTLY -22-

Hello! I'm here again. Happy Pride month! Maybe I was born in June because I'm meant to celebrate Pride :)) Wow... 2-3 TSC's in a row? Nice @ self :)) Kudos to you for doing this. Honestly, it's kinda therapeutic if you ask me. Lol. It's Sunday! So here's another TSC from yours truly~

CURRENTLY

Reading

A Housemaid’s Secret by Freida McFadden. Oh, sue me. Grabe atake ng ADHD ko na every single time na magbabasa ako, madidistract ako ng something. Lol

Writing

Number 22 na tayooooo!

Listening

Mahal Parin Kita. Kasalanan nanaman 'to ng tiktok

Thinking

What to buy? And where... where we'd get the funds to buy it? Lol. Thinking of what to do when I move. Okay, one thing at a time.

Smelling

My perfume~~

Wishing

A smooth transition. Wishing the best for my colleagues. Wishing myself to have a new, and stable job. Wishing that I can move out faster... without the hassle. Huhuhu

Hoping

We'd find cheap (but good) furniture online! Can't wait to buy stuff for our new space together. Can't wait to experience new things with you. Sobrang excited ko mag-ayos ng room (weh?) more on.. excited na ako mamili ng gamit para sa room huehuehue~

Wearing

My incomplete uniform lolol~

Loving

That I am free today. Loving the fact that I've worked hard in my company, but it's time to venture for new experience. Ganern. Counting the days 'til I move out here, and move in with you :)

Wanting

To buy a new bag. I found a cute one the other day. But it's way out of the budget. I kenat muna. I'm going to move and buy stuff pa. Tiis ganda ;)

Needing

To fix my things. Shet. Naiisip ko palang, napapagod na ako. But I'm not alone. I have my partner with me naman. Shokot lang ako na baka itapon niya lahat ng clutter ko HAHAHAHAHAHA Kung pwede lang ipa-box lahat ng mga gamit ko, tapos bili akong bago.. ganern :))

Feeling

Excited! Excited na talaga ako. I cannot wait. Fast forward na to next month please???? Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you~

Sobrang meh lang nitong TSC ko today. Mema lang~