#it's very easy to see in which days I was more tired and less motivated

[boiled-bronze]

Day 26. On one hand I like how this art month event has pushed me to finalize and share drawings I'm not proud of, and be less harsh on what I deem "good enough" to post. On the other hand, this is a drawing I'm not proud of

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

How good are they at doing hair?

Got excited to make this one♡♡♡

Warnings: black reader (will mention different hair textures/styles), humor

Akaza

- is decent with doing hair since in his human life he had experience to comb out hair and put it up in a bun (even tho he dosnt remember who he did it for). Doing your 4c hair wasn't too much a challenge when he just followed what you said to do

- you'd have to remind akaza that it doesn't hurt everytime he combs your hair out. He thinks because he's pulling your hair hard it's gonna hurt you and it was sweet but funny

- "can I twist your hair again? It's quick and easy. it also looks good on you" and "can I take them out for you the next day?"

- twists on you is akazas favorite thing on you and he enjoys doing it

- praises praises, so much praising from akaza when your hair is done

- he threatened a male human to make a bonnet just for you and brought it to you as a gift, blushing like crazy

Douma

- pretty good at it and enjoys doing your hair

- he had to learn over time that he needed to ask before touching your hair and not just play with your curls at random

- douma's favorite thing was wash days. He'd literally get in the shower with you to wash your hair, his favorite part was brushing your wet hair and watching your curls spring back up

- when you explained to douma what a Bonnet was and how you needed one he crafted random hats until he got it right and gave it to you as a gift

- "no y/n don't put your hair in a bun! I love seeing your hair out" and "I'm bored. Can I play with your curls? Pretty please!"

- gets sad when you don't do your hair without him

Kokushibo

- thinks he's good at doing your hair but is actually not

- you'd think kokushibo doesn't pay attention to you when your doing your hair but he actually is

- kokushibo rarely expresses his like for something but whenever your looking at yourself in the mirror he'll stare at you in aw even tho it looks creepy

- "it's quite... beautiful" and "i love it"

- when kokushibo held a afro pick in his hand for the frist time he started using it like a regular comb. Even when you showed him how to use it he kept doing it the same way but in different angles thinking he's doing it right

- as for a bonnet he though putting silk pillowcase would be better for you and less trouble of you did have a bonnet and happen to lose it

Tamayo

- a perfectionist at doing your hair

- definitely the best demon to do your hair, like look at hers!

- Tamayo loves to do flat twists on your hair and put it in a bun at the back just like hers

- "y/n it's time for me to do your hair" and "look, i brought another hair pin to use. I think it would look lovely on you"

- like douma tamayo would feel down if you did your hair instead of her. In general your someone tamayo likes to look after

- Tamayo makes your bonnets, head wraps and any moisturizer your hair would need

Nakime

- not very good but is open to try

- you're the one actually doing nakimes hair all the time by brushing it out and styling it the way she likes it

- nakime would sit down and watch you take sections of your hair and brushing it out using the moisturizer from the aloe plant

- your afro is big and thick. Enough to cover your eyes similar to nakime which is what her more motivated to help you do your hair

- "like this? I need to hear your corrections on what I have to do y/n" and "we both have our hair covering out eyes... Interesting"

- even though nakime is emotionless around the other demons she's shown to be affectionate with you since she manged to get matching bonnets with you

Sekido

- his hair is wavy, your hair is wavy of course he's good but you'd have to beg him to do your hair of you were tired

- absolutely hates when you move your head when he's brushing your hair. If you complained about your tender scalp he'll literally call you names

- "you should be greatul I'm taking time out my day to do this. Say thank you" and "if you keep moving and changing your mind on a hair style I'm going to cut your hair off"

- gets you a bonnet to match the clothes you wear at night. Anything for his precious human even tho he won't tell you that

Aizetsu

- decent at doing your hair but will get sad if he can't help you since you had tighter curls (4b)

- normal black girl things is when your hair just isn't working with you those days so when that day came and you were frustrated Aizetsu offered to help but the brush snapped leaving you in tears and Aizetsu began to cry to because your upset and he felt bad

- you're the one who gets it together and calms the both of you down so when wash your hair Aizetsu puts it up in two buns

"Its like im doing a dolls hair. A pretty doll" And would just have a soft smile on his face which is a rare site to see

- as for a bonnet he went to one of his brothers to get you one since interacting with other humans ment killing right after and he just wasn't in the mood to do so

Karaku

- do not let this man near your hair

- he got a comb stuck in your hair one time and he laughed at you slugging to get it out for 20 minutes. He even tempted you to just cut it out but you got the comb out, the crazy part is you just asked him to make a part on the back of your head

- "y/n do those mini buns again! It looks super cute on you (bantu knots)" and "you can get stuff stuck in my hair and I can try to take it out ahah!"

- That's supposed "bonnet" Karaku brought back for u was just a shower cap. A win is a win

Urogi

- a bully. Like Karaku do not let this man near your locs

- almost gave you a heart attack when you were retwisting your locs and he said he'd pull one out but didn't, laughing crazy at the fear on your face

- "you're taking to longggg C'mon take a break from retwisting and have some fun with me!" And "you're locs are gorgeous on you"

- when he heard "protect your hair" because you needed a bonnet he used some of his feathers that came off easily to make a hat instead of a bonnet. It was a long argument that night leading you to get your own bonnet

Muzan

- Doesn't do your hair. He could but just doesn't

- tells you where to get the stuff you need for your hair because he won't get it

- "you're hair in corn rows is beautiful on you. Wear your hair like that for the next upper moon meeting"

- like kokushibo he just has all your pillows have silk pillowcase on them

- when muzan is in a good mood, he'll bring back accessories to put in your hair

[writing-rat]

Gwen Stacy NSFW Alphabet

Content: G!P as usual, she’s 18 in this

A - Aftercare (What they are like after sex) 

She is gentle after sex and even gives you water and food. She gives cuddles if you ask too. She is quiet and offers a bath the next morning which she tends to share with you, still gentle.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and yours)

Hers: Her favourite body part is her thighs. She loves how muscular they are due to being Spider-Woman. She loves how obvious they are in the suit as well.

Yours: She loves your thighs too. She is a thighs girl. She also loves to fuck in between them after a successful mission too.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves to cum on you. She loves you swallowing it as all. She would cover you in it if she could. She wouldn't cum in you yet until you were both ready for kids though as she doesn't want to force you on birth control or anything like that. She would use condoms.

D - Dirty Secret (Dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she masturbates to you during the day when she follows you or checks up on you. She makes sure it is on top of buildings though.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She isn't as experienced as other people but she does know what she's doing. If she doesn't... well she asks for help. She is always eager to learn however.

F - Favourite position (Self-explanatory)

Her favourite position is you being webbed up to the wall and her thrusting into you. She is rough with you then and she can restrain you fully.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

It depends on the mood. Sometimes after a bad day, she is rough with you. If it's been an easy day then it is more gentle and goofy, laughing while thrusting.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

She definitely is clean-shaven as she doesn't want anything to be exposed from the tight suit. Before she became spider-woman, she was hairy though.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect?)

She is very romantic in the moment. She calls you loving nicknames and even caresses you during it, no matter how rough she is with you.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She jacks off daily. Whether it be on patrol if she didn't have time or not. She just needs to jack off at least once every 12 hours... she prefers you though.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She has a bondage kink but with a twist... she likes it with her webs. She loves to get you trapped like that and even does it in public (on top of buildings). She doesn't care at all, she just smirks whenever you are stuck.

L - Location (Favourite places to do it)

Her favourite place to do it is on top of buildings. She loves the risk of it and the fresh air. She also loves to do it on the couch when her dad is away.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She gets turned on after a patrol at the prospect of seeing you and wanting a... personal reward. She gets going whenever she sees you in a criminal costume. You did it once and she was confused but she loved the fact and 'threatened' to punish you. You wanted it.

N - No (Something they won’t do)

She won't have sex in an alley. She just does it on buildings. She doesn't want to ruin her reputation anymore than it was earlier.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, and how skilled)

She is skilled. She doesn't have much experience, sure, but she is good. She prefers to receive, however, being more tired after being on patrol and college.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

She is rough and fast if she is doing it after a patrol, knowing she doesn't have to save energy. She is slow and sensual before a patrol though as she also is more loving and less kinky like that.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies and how often?)

She loves quickies. She does them whenever she can, bringing you up the buildings and doing it right there. She does them at least once a week.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

She is game to experiment with certain things and she likes to take risks. She did it in the alley once but was nearly caught which stopped her from doing it again.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

She can go many rounds depending on when. Before patrol, only 2 she can do because she needs to save energy. This takes 15-20 minutes. After the patrol, she can go longer, her max reaching 5 rounds. She lasts for 25-30 minutes.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She does own toys but only uses them on you. There are nipple clamps, vibrators and dildos. She also owns ropes but likes to use her webs even more.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh she is such a tease. She loves to send photos and videos when she's on patrol, when you know she can't touch you or where other people can see. She also likes to touch you under the dinner table wherever you are as well. She also slaps your ass.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make etc)

She can be loud, she can be quiet. Gwen moans, grunts and sometimes growls if she is being the roughest she can go. She also groans whenever she cums. She is loud in private, quiet in public and if someone is home.

W - Wild card (Random headcanon)

She loves to watch you masturbate from the window when you aren't aware. She watches and sometimes records and takes a photo.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under their clothes)

She has a 7.5-inch dick. It is thick and also has a few veins. She doesn't have a hair in sight and also has muscles over her body and a 6-pack too. She is also pale.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive isn't as high as others. More like medium if that is a thing. She only does it once a day or every few days. It isn't a requirement to have sex once a day, she loves to just cuddle if you want that.

Z -  Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

She can fall asleep quickly depending on when. After patrol, it is after 10 minutes. Before patrol, it is 30 minutes. She makes sure you are happy and comfortable after. If you need food she would get up and get it for you.

[soracities]

I need advice pls & i hope u can help me.I have important exams coming up for which I need to be working extremely hard and practice everyday,so that I able to score well in them to get into a good college but I feel frustrated and tired and then end up procastinating and using my phone and wasting sm time.Like before last week,I was doing so well and then then since last week,whenever I try to sit down and solve all these math problems basically,it feels very annoying idk if it makes sense.I mean I haven't even worked that hard or for long enough to have a burn out .I'm sorry that you have to listen to this random person on the internet rant also seeing your posts and reblogs do motivate me to read more and idk but u seem like a very intellectual person tbh.I aspire to be like u. I also want to read more and stay consistent and disciplined in doing so - being disciplined and consistent is a struggle for me TT

I think discipline and consistency is hard for anyone, especially because there's nothing easily romanticized about it--but at the end of the day, intimidating as it all feels discipline and consistency are also nothing more than a series of small, individual tasks, repeated one after the other. I think if you spend all your time looking at all the things you still need to do, all the lists you haven't checked and counting the achievements required to get there you will overwhelm yourself to the point of inaction (or procrastination). But they are all only a series of little tasks, in the end.

I don't know how much help this will be for you, but one of the best pieces of advice I ever got when I was younger was to never underestimate the impact of small term goals. It's so easy to get caught up with a mythical distant future with a daunting list of demands, but try asking yourself instead: what can I do today that will help me the most tomorrow? Not a week from now, not a year from now--tomorrow. So if, for example, you have 10 maths questions to do over the weekend, instead of worrying about the fact that you have 10 maths question looming over you over the weekend, break them down so that you are only looking at each individual task.

To do the first question for example you only have one task: Read the question. And now that I have read the question, I only have one task: write the sum down. Now that I have written the sum down, I only have one task: find the first requirement. Now that I have found the first requirement, I only have one task: work out that requirement.

And so on and so forth, for each step. And when you have finished the first question, that means you have one thing less to do for tomorrow (or even just for the next hour).

It's been a very, very long time since I had to sit down and study, especially for exams, so while I absolutely understand the pressure and sympathise with you so much, anon, I know there is a limit to how much insight I can give beyond this. All I know, all that has stayed with me, really, is the importance of allowing yourself to try as much as you can to focus on what you can do and what you have done instead of everything that you feel is still waiting for you. I don't know when your exams will be but it they are the most daunting to you right now, then break them up into their little tasks, and break those up into timelines for you to focus on--a week, two weeks etc., Sending you all my love and support and believe me, there is more than enough time for you to become the things you envision for yourself 💗

[cptbites]

I need Price being very injured and how Shadow Graves reacts. I am begging, on my knees, i want to know how he handles his very mortal boyfriend being hurt

- Captain

hello fellow captain!! this isn't proofread at all but i hope you enjoy it to ur standards :3c

also!! slight trigger warning, there's some graphic descriptions on injuries so be aware <3

🎏

“I’ll stop loving you when I die.” A phrase that Graves has always heard through his years of loving and living.

It was no surprise that Price had said it to him. He was a human in love with an immortal being, Graves knew that Price knew that. Their difference of life and quality played more of a role which was what Graves was anticipating. He was transparent in what the captain was getting into when they got together, Price knew the deal. Graves heard it many times, and even with Price saying it, the phrase didn’t hold any meaning to him, as much as he wished it did. 

Graves gave a small smile. “Okay Price.”

It was a simple memory that played in his mind, overlapping the many other times his partner at the time had told him something similar. He anticipates when he's going to leave Price as he's done with many other lovers. Letting them live the rest of their life with someone just like them or die with a memory of a monster with human skin. This time, it was different. Price knew that Graves was immortal, unlike his past lovers. Graves doesn't have any motive to leave, at least, until Price is at his last breath. 

But, Graves doesn't want to watch Price suffer. He may be immune to death, but he wasn't immune to emotions. No matter how numb he may feel at times, Price brought out more humanity in him than he initially thought he had. 

So, when Graves found Price slumped over on a nearby abandoned building, he was at a loss for words. Unsure of what the situation was. As much as Price protested that Graves shouldn't follow him on missions, he still does. Watching from the shadows of what the captain was doing, making sure he was okay before promptly leaving and checking back in later. It was easy with shadow traveling, something that Graves always took advantage of. He can easily hide in the shadows so as to not interfere with his lover's mission. 

Graves solidified out of the shadows, the sun had already set and left the sky with a cold grey-light blue. His steps were always quiet, but that didn't stop the grass from shifting underneath him. Next to Price were bodies of armored soldiers, bloodied and definitely dead. Price jumped at the sound of the grass shifting, pointing his handgun immediately towards the sound, but soon his eyes softened at the familiar sight of the shadow creature that he knew and loved. He lowered his gun and relaxed against the broken concrete of the building. Graves’ eyes squinted as he looked at his lover.

Where was Price's hat? 

Price would've stood up by now and greeted him. Maybe he was tired. He looks tired, by the looks of the dark circles underneath his eyes he was busy, Graves concluded. The shadow creature walked towards the hat-less man, crouching down to eye level to see Price's condition better. 

"Hello love," Price greeted, giving him the softest eyes that Graves adored. 

"Hey," the shadow creature replied. 

Graves observed the human, seeing how heavy his chest was rising and lowering. Graves doesn't know much about humans in general, but he knows that's unnatural. Where was his radio? Price's beard was also unkempt, messy. Made sense since he was on a solo mission for a few days, but it placed a need for Graves to fix it, strangely enough. His hair as well, despite being short-cropped, there were small spikes of hair in every direction. 

Cold. 

The first word that popped into Graves’ mind as Price’s hand cupped the side of his face. His hands were chilling on his skin. Why were they cold as he was? Humans aren’t cold. Graves knew that. Price was as warm as the sun but now it was more akin to the icy nights of Antarctica. Humans aren’t cold. Price’s hand was also red, his handprint being highlighted by a dark crimson. Why was his hand red? Why was he cold? Graves' eyes wandered to torn up fabric surrounded by dark red as it answered his questions. Underneath the fabric was a deep crimson cut that led across Price's abdomen, a gutting almost. The incision was akin to the ocean if it was red instead of blue, dark and deep that Graves couldn't see anything but blood. 

Graves could feel his physical form slip away, being a dark smokey mist that he knew all too well. His emotions weren't there, feeling a familiar void, but it seemed like his body was already aware of the sudden change of his mind. Graves saw many red patches over Price's clothes and armor of his opponents' blood, if Graves had to guess. Then, he saw slash marks on Price's calf, so deep that the skin would look like they were overlapping each other if put together again. 

For the first time in a long time, Graves felt unsure. Price was far away from any nearby medical attention, he couldn't travel with Graves, and Graves couldn't travel in shadow with anything that wasn't made by him. He knew that if he were to go for help, Price might die younger than expected from the blood loss by the looks of it. 

"Do you have anything that can help stop the bleeding?" Graves asked. 

He knew it was a stupid question. It was impulsive. Emotion-based. A human trait that he clinged onto for something akin to hope. If Price did have the materials to bandage himself up, he would already have and continue with his mission or retreat somewhere more safer. 

"No," Price replied, just as Graves predicted.

Graves' fingertips felt so light as they smoked into the air.

Graves placed his hand over Price's hand that was still cupping his face, feeling Price's blood paint the side of his face as Graves watched helplessly. There was no end of time. There was an end to life, however. Graves knew perfectly well how fragile humans were, how rough and tough they are, how fragile and tragic they can be. Whatever they want to be, they will set themselves to be. 

So why did he feel so cheated out by something like God? A cruel joke by a man that Graves knew was just human figment, but it brought strange comfort to him. 

"I'm sorry," Graves spoke shakily, unsure of what he meant. Why was he shaking? 

Even with having to readjust his hand every once in a while as they phased through Price's own, Price still gave him those soft eyes through his uneven eyelids that Graves found fondness in, "it's okay, Love." 

The shadow creature swallowed down a lump in his throat, his mind unsure if this was the right path. Was anything the right path if he had to do it over and over again? His mind raked if he should let Price let go, or if he should take the risk of turning him into what he was in love with. He let go of Price's hand, and watched at the other's hand slowly drop. 

With a heavy tongue, Graves spoke, "would you like to live forever with me?" 

"This may be the only lifetime I meet you," Price replied, "I want to be with you in every lifetime and see the generations pass by in your eyes." 

"It will be a painful process. You may not even live." 

"That'll be okay. You could at least say you tried." 

Graves could feel himself turn smokey with every word, the bittersweetness bit at his skin. He didn't want the risk of killing Price, but he also didn't want to lose Price so early. Graves just nodded as he gave a sorrowful look, hoping for the best but anticipated the worse. He grabbed Price's knife, and placed the sharp blade on his palm. With a deep breath in, he sliced open his hand. He grunted at the sharp pain shooting through his body, he saw the familiar almost black crimson seep from the gash. 

Graves hovered his cut hand over Price's abdomen, watching the blood fall into the open gash. He hissed as he squeezed his palm for more blood before retracting his hand once he was satisfied. 

"I'm sorry beforehand," Graves said. 

"I know." 

"You may not even live." 

"I know." 

Graves cupped his lover's face, rubbing his thumb over the cold cheek, "sleep well, John." He gave the deadman a kiss on the forehead. 

Price only gave him the tiniest bit of a smile as he watched Graves disappear into the shadows. 

Graves was glad to see Price still be breathing when he came back to check on him 3 days later. Of course, he wasn't in the best condition. The fever had started, and Graves could see Price's heavy breathing getting worse. As much as he wanted to help, he knew he shouldn't. It could slow down the turning process and even worse, kill Price faster. Not to mention that Price wasn't exactly in a comforting area, he got into the inside of the abandoned building and was spending his nights there with limited supplies. Price's injuries were also deeply infected, which was what Graves wasn't too surprised about and hoped that his shadow curse would heal them properly. 

When the first week was over, Graves was surprised to see Price still alive. He didn't cling onto hope though, he knows that. He had felt Price's temperature be inhumanely high and pity settled in his chest as Price had started coughing and occasionally had shivers run through his body. The infections on his injuries weren't getting any better, but they also weren't getting any worse. It was always uncomfortable watching the turning happen and the end product was a gamble of comfort or loss. There was no doubt that one was more favorable than the other, but it should be predicted for things to go wrong. 

The second week had rolled out, Graves was ready to feel disappointment. Preparing himself to see a dead body with black ink-like blood from the corpse. Surprisingly, he didn't see that. In fact, he felt a small spark of something as Price was still alive. He was still very much suffering under his body breaking itself apart to become something entirely new but he was still alive. His fever didn't go down, and perhaps went up, his chills got worse and his coughing sounded awful. The coughs were always followed up by grunts of pain that brought sharp pins through Graves. Nothing he could do just yet. 

The third week felt like a blessing, Price was still breathing. His fever mellowed down, his coughs didn't get any better but his chills seemed to be minimal. Graves had come in to check in, seeing his lover in a better state, he felt warm inside. A spark of joy. The infections on his injuries were actually healing, not rotting off like Graves predicted. If he had to guess, they would probably leave some scars but that's about it. He gently lifted Price's head onto his lap and stroked his hair, trying to tame the small wildness of brown hair.

"I'm sorry," Graves said, again, unsure of his own words. 

Price didn't react. Still much in a coma of unruly flu symptoms that Graves wish weren't so painful on the ones he loved the dearest. There was nothing he could do but wait until Price's fever dropped. 

On the final day, Graves came in the earliest of the day, hoping to catch Price waking up and seeing him be okay. And he did. 

Price opened his eyes with a squint, straining his eyes as he tried to readjust to the early rise of the sun. He rose up from the hard concrete ground with crackings of joints, he stretched to his hearts content before the feeling of uncertainty came upon him. He felt lighter and colder. His body still running chills through him as his mind felt uncomfortable with the sudden temperature drop. His hand brushed over what used to be a deep gash on his stomach, and was now just a mere scar. He looked at his calf which was also just a scar, just much deeper and distorted his calf a bit. 

He was fully intact. 

Price looked over to a familiar figure standing in the opening of the abandoned building, a smile on his face and a very familiar fishing hat in one hand. Graves looked content, pleased, and very glad to see Price alive, well somewhat alive. He looked happy. 

Graves had a smile plastered on his face, seeing the black scleras and Price's hands fading to black just like his own, it was better than success. It was a deep fear that was now pulled out of his brain like a carrot, he didn't have to be afraid of losing his man to time and morality. 

"Hey, Love," Price greeted with a gravelly voice. 

"Welcome back, Loverboy," Graves greeted back, walking over to the captain. 

Graves wrapped his arms on Price's shoulders, placing the fishing hat on the man before he brought them close so that their lips could touch, "I missed you." 

"I missed you too." 

[ghostly-clown]

How slashers will go in a rivals to lovers (Draft)

this is very draft-y, but idk if I'll have the motivation to finish anytime soon

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Includes: (new slasher)

Harry warden (love the murderous miner), Michael Myers, Jason voorhees, Vincent sinclair, Bo sinclair, brahms heelshire

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Harry warden

You are investigating the mine murders

Will spend every waking second thinking about you

Wouldn't go after you but he will fight you if u cross paths

Feelings would develop as you both grow an obsession over eachother

Fights will feel less threatning as you both don't wanna hurt eachother

Tell u by leaving a bloody valentines (haha) card for you

.

Michael myers

Knew him when you where younger or your friends with Lorie, not someone he knows directly but someone he would be aware of

✨️stalking ✨️

But wherever you are he is certain to be near by

It would just become anither obsession to him and alot of mixed feelings would arise

He wants to be close to you but not kill you, which is a new feeling for him

He would just randomly show up scare you and leave

One day he's just gonna be in your house, he won't do anything but it's a little weird

He also won't leave so now ur just stuck with him

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Jason Voorhees

Ur with a team to help try and make crystal lake an operating place again

He has an immediate attachment to you so he'll kill you last

You put up a good fight and he is surprised by how well you hide

Sort of becomes a game to him

Everytme he catches you he will bring you back to the centre of the camp and give you a minute to hide

After a while you just stop and lay down

Everything hurts and your tired

And even though you would be so easy to just kill right then and there he won't

Something is just stopping him

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Vincent Sinclair

When you visited the wax museum you were absolutely gushing over the wax status

Going into some pretty advanced art terms

Vincent feels good seeing how a professional is so interested in his art

Have any arty thing? Hes gonna steal it (sketch books, photo albums, sculptures, etc)

He never really hated you, but he can't just go against the formula of killing he and Bo do

Gets you but he just can't do it, as much as he fears going against Bo, he hates the thought of you being dead more

He will eventually just try and help you get out of of the town

Please try and convince him to go with you

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Bo Sinclair

CHILDHOOD RIVALS

You 2 have always been at eachothers throats since you could walk

Constantly getting into fights until you had to move away

Bo would always tells himself it was a good riddance but deep down he misses you

Then you wonder into town and he thinks the fight is on

He will push you to your limit (could never actuly kill you)

But he'll get close, eventually you stop putting up a fight and he dosnt find it as fun anymore

He leaves and comes back with some food and medication

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Brahms Heelshire

MORE CHILDHOOD RIVALS

he was the pompous rich kid with no friends

But he took his anger out on alot of students, you were the first who pushed back, you left before he ever got to know you but that interaction stuck with him

You came to the mansion to make some extra money

He accepted you as his nanny (god i hate that word) he thought he could just kill you before his parents got back and just get another

But he got the note saying they won't be back so he's stuck with yoand he dosnt want to look after himself so..

For a month he will make this job hell, constantly hiding your stuff and knocking stuff over

You try and leave he will reveal himself and stop you

After another few months you will grow on him, as you were surprisingly nice and well feelings will just grow from there

.

If anyone wants to use these or try and complete it feel free to use (just @ me)

[trixree]

WIP Wednesday

Things have somewhat eased for me in my personal life as of late, so I'm returning to my WIPs with the high hopes of perhaps finishing some of them. Will be posting snippets on Wednesdays and Sundays to motivate myself! This first snippet comes from an ongoing commission for the very patient, very wonderful @doubledead

PROMPT: Dreamsharing AU, Zoro/Luffy/Sanji

The problem about thinking nothing at all is that Sanji is not good at it. 

He’s so, so painfully bad at it. 

Zeff used to scruff him like a kitten and shake him by his neck in the hopes that all those extra brain cells would rattle loose and give you some peace, kid. He’s never slept well because of his racing thoughts. He’s always been cripplingly anxious. It was much worse during puberty—so much worse. He’d have these screaming night-terrors and wake up the whole restaurant with his shouting. He slept with Zeff until well after the age where any child should have been able to sleep alone. 

Zeff kept a basin of seawater by his bed for dunking him; a much safer alternative to tossing Sanji straight into the ocean and a much cheaper alternative than midnight panic-showers, which go a long way into eating up fresh-water rations. 

Being in the water has always calmed him. (He very quickly matured out of the fantasy of finding a Devil Fruit, no matter the ability. He could never give up his ability to swim, invisibility be damned.) 

It wasn’t always strictly nightmares, either. Sometimes, the Dreams were enough to send him down a spiral. What if I’m not good enough? What if they see I’m a failure? What if I hold them back? What if they hate me? What if—

Tonight, the tried and true method of filling a pail to the brim with ocean water and dunking his face in it repeatedly has failed. It is devastating, seeing as Sanji is going on well over four days with only episodic naps to sustain him. This is about where his natural limit lies, more or less. After the four-day mark without a solid six hours, he starts unraveling like an old sock. 

He stands, dripping and exhausted on the deck, looking out at the dark sea and trying to remember who’s on watch duty tonight and if Usopp will ask him questions he doesn’t want to answer. It’ll be the third night in a row that Sanji has relieved someone from their turn on watch—Nami first, Usopp twice after. 

It just makes sense to take the watch when he’s going to be awake anyways. It beats tossing and turning in the bunkroom all night, worrying with every noise he makes, he’ll wake the others; worrying that if he manages to fall asleep at all, he’ll wake the others with his screaming. 

With an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, Sanji climbs up into the crows nest and comes face-to-face with a sleepy-looking Luffy wrapped up in a knit blanket like someone’s grandmother. 

“Hey,” Sanji mumbles around his cigarette. 

Luffy smiles at him, beaming like the fucking sun, and reaches out a hand to help him into the nest. Sanji’s too tired not to take it. 

They settle on opposite ends of the little bowl-shaped look out, Sanji’s legs bent and feet flat, Luffy sitting crisscross so that they fit. The lantern flickers warmly between them. 

“I can take watch,” Sanji offers as he lights his cigarette. “I’ll be up anyways.” 

Luffy tilts his head slightly, like an owl. “Why?”

“Can’t sleep.” 

Luffy makes a little sound of understanding. “I’ll keep you company, then,” he announces. “Why’s your hair wet?” 

Sanji shrugs. “Thought the water would help clear my head.” 

“Did it?”

He snorts. “Not really.” Now he’s just briney and cold. 

Luffy makes a racket and a half shuffling around the crows nest until they’re pressed shoulder to shoulder with Luffy’s blanket thrown across both their laps. “What’re you—” Sanji starts to ask when Luffy presses the whole hot line of his body against Sanji’s side. 

“You’re cold, right? This way we’ll both be warm,” Luffy explains like it’s that easy, like Sanji’s being silly for even asking. Everything is so easy with Luffy—so uncomplicated. Nami is gone? They’ll just go get her back. Her hometown held hostage? He’ll just defeat Aarlong, easy-peasy. One Piece? Time to sail to the Grand Line with a crew of five, including oneself. No, it’ll surely be fine. 

“You don’t have to,” Sanji tries. He is exercising every one of his extra brain cells to the point of collapse in attempting to ignore his earlier conversation with Nami. 

She had thought he was crushing on a guy—a guy he hates, nonetheless—and here he is, pressed close to his Captain and sharing a blanket under the night sky. If that’s not crushing territory—well. The frantic galloping of his heart isn’t doing him any fucking favors. 

“I know,” Luffy says, easy. Easy, easy, easy. After a minute more of racing thoughts and puffing at his cigarette, Luffy surprises him by announcing, out of nowhere, “You remind me of my brother.” 

Sanji has no good associations with brothers. The declaration surprises him so much that he inhales wrong and starts coughing up a lung. Luffy smacks him rhythmically on the back until the hacking clears. As soon as it stops, Sanji is taking a truly desperate drag. 

“You have a brother?” He asks once the tobacco has calmed his trainwreck of a brain enough to speak and not blurt out something stupid like were your brothers also abusive pieces of shit that made a competition out of who could leave the biggest bruises on you? or I’m sorry. 

Luffy picks at a loose thread on the blanket. It’s something the both of them have in common—they’re always moving. Luffy is a terrible fidget. Zeff woulda’ bruised Luffy’s knuckles with the kitchen spoon a dozen times over, if Luffy had actually been good for bussing tables. Sanji thinks, deliriously, about Luffy picking up smoking and has to physically shake away the thought. 

Hives. Hives everywhere. Hives on his brain.

“Two,” Luffy tells him, smiling quietly. “One died. You remind me of him.” 

Oh. 

“Shit,” Sanji says. “I’m sorry.” Congratulations don’t seem to be in order when Luffy looks a hundred years older than he actually is. 

Luffy knocks their shoulders together gently. “Nah, don’t be. It’s good, to remember him. He had a hard time sleeping, too. I’d sit up with him like this sometimes, so he didn’t have to be alone.” And then, Luffy looks dead in Sanji’s eyes and says with far more tenderness than Sanji has ever deserved from anyone for any reason, “No one should have to be alone.” 

It is suddenly very difficult to swallow. The hives are in his throat, now. The crew needs a fucking medic. Sanji doesn’t know what to say. 

[euphoricfilter]

i’m so tired of searching for fics and just people in general that don’t see or treat jimin completely different than the rest of the members. idk how to explain it? but nothing he does, none of the others don’t. and yet he gets treated like this absolute baby girl feminine princess. an almost 30 year old man. it just feels like everyone else in bts smut land is respected as a man even the most babiest babies like jk and jin. and the babies with duality like hobi and tae. but jimin? no he’s not a man from busan who gets angry easily, always talks his shit and always flirts with fans. isn’t extremely and has always been sexually expressive and a tease. from filter to serendipity to like crazy to that video of him in paris with those girls at a party like ugh. i feel like i’m the only one that sees jimin like how we see every other man who we respect and don’t demasculinze and misgender based on stereotypes. i just want soft dom, cute boyfie jimin fics, without it being all about switch stuff and sub jimin stuff. a man can be sweet and pretty and still be a man, and act as such in and out of a relationship 😭 this was a random rant but searching jimins name on reddit and twitter got me so mad at seeing him being projected onto and emasculated and dehumanized because of he’s a sweetheart. anyways i’m candy anon. much like jimin, sweet and soft but also sometimes hard and sour. all yummy. (also jimins busan satori is the hottest thing on earth, when he gets mad or upset, which is a lot lol. his native accent coming out? >>>)

no i kinda know what you mean!! i think people feel like ‘femininity’ (within whatever capacity we’re talking about) and dominance are exclusive events and can’t coincide?

i think we’ve mentioned it recently on this blog how open we think jimin is about sex as whole 🚶‍♀️i agree!! he’s very sexually expressive, especially through his solo songs and projects where he’s able to express himself as an individual 🕺

as a writer— and as mentioned like months ago, when i started writing requests (which was meant to be a joke but became way out of hand), barely any one ever requests jimin. i think i got one request out of 30+?🚶‍♀️ and i don’t know if it’s just my page.. or if it’s because it’s kinda obvious that i find it hard to write any of the members as subs or as a switch (simply because i don’t have a dominant bone in my body and even though i don’t necessarily see myself as the ‘reader’ in my fics, it’s hard to write the “other” character as a sub) and therefore no one was interested because they saw jimin as a switch or more subby

i think for people it’s easy to demascluinize jimin simply because he’s come to terms with himself and has been open that yeah, he isn’t what you’d call a “classic male” or doesn’t present as a “typical man” but i think that some people can’t comprehend that just because someone shows more feminine traits or qualities, or has been open about not forcing a stupid, outdated agenda onto himself. doesn’t mean he’s any less of a man 🧍‍♀️

soft dom jimin ☹️ going back to what i was saying a couple of days ago. he’s definitely the type of guy to do a lot of research to make sure he knows a lot and that what you’re doing is gonna be a safe experience for the both of you and just :( he’d definitely be a pleasure dom too. and would definitely be open about sex as a topic, probably doesn’t shy away from much

it’s okay!! i quite enjoy having these kinds of conversations with people but it’s not often i get to have them 💞

i really do see what you mean though. a lot of the twitter aus i’ve read, either it be member x member or jimin x reader he’s always basically portrayed the same in most if not all fics.

if i ever stumble across any fun dom jimin fics i’ll reblog them for you 🙏 and obviously try and write some good stuff as well whenever inspiration or motivation hits 💪

candy anon 🫂🫂🫂 that’s so cute 😭

jimin using satoori >>>>> 🕺

anyways! if you wanna go deeper into this topic at any time or literally anything else i’d love to just chat about stuff. it’s always interesting to see other peoples’ opinions on things like this

[lone-rhapsodist]

This has been such an odd ten days. I have been feeling incredibly tired and low and unable to do anything. I have also been very excited about various things, like: 1) applying for a job (still waiting for a response); 2) preparing a lecture to give at school (it's about Classics and I need to do a couple of recordings of it to make sure I don't go overboard, but it should be fine); 3) doing music stuff (yeah, I make music too -- it's actually the main thing I do on the side... when I get to do it, that is). It's been a weird rollercoaster, and I don't quite know what to do about it. Thinking about leaving my job makes doing my job properly seem less worthwhile, and so I find it more difficult to be productive while at work. I am becoming more and more resigned to the possibility that I may just have to stay in this job and be happy with how things are, and try to change things from the inside, but not too hard. After all, I built all these things to work for me, and if I go, then I'll have to start from scratch, and worse, I'll have someone else tell me how to do everything like they want. Here, I am my own boss (mostly) and I make my own purpose. Plus, the kids are nice, and since it's not really possible to develop the subject any further, the job will get easier. Sure, it's still a shitty commute, but if I can make it work, is it really that bad? I don't know. I'll keep looking around for other jobs, especially if the school is nearby -- the one I just applied for is 11 minutes away from where I live. So, if I get an interview, I'll give it my best shot. But if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. I'd much rather stay where I am and do my best to make it work. I'd like to try and finally stop taking any work home. Just try to do it all in school. Even the marking, if I can. It's just a matter of honing the routines, seeing if I can game the system, by which I mean gaming myself. But then, life has other plans. Still, it's worth trying. Got nothing to lose. I just wish it could be easier. That's what I keep telling myself. But then, is it ever easy? About two weeks ago, I was riding a massive high after getting a response from Donna Zuckerberg. Then, two days later, a job comes up, the temperature drops ten degrees, my partner comes up with a massive cough, and suddenly, I can't get a single night of good sleep, feel massively tired, and my motivation plummets. Like, it's normal, we're human. We're not meant to be constantly on it, 100%, all of the time. It does not change the fact that it feels like shit, but hopefully, it puts it a bit into perspective. I wish I could be a bit more forgiving of myself. I think that's why I'm writing this. I want to give myself permission to let go and mess up from time to time. Write over 500 words in a row, like these ones, without too much thinking. I'm doing so many things already. Sometimes, I'd rather just be. Anyway. I need to do a couple of things for the project. Hopefully tomorrow, since I'll have some time. Soon, anyway. Soon.

[revoltinglittleworm]

i’ve been very slowly cutting things out of my life. i kinda feel bare right now in the sense that im very lonely and stagnant, not much going on, but im still open to vulnerability, change, and creation. i keep thinking about my future lately. i was doing pretty good at living in the moment but i have this creeping feeling that i need to figure some stuff out... 

i’m not really sure about music anymore. i find it enjoyable to make. im proud of myself for what ive done, even if it is kinda shitty. ive heard myself grow musically and vocally over the past year. and im like this with painting as well. ive seen that ive grown a bit, but i still find what i make pretty mediocre. and im fair with myself, i realize ive only been doing these things for a very short amount of time. 

the thing about painting is that with the process, its not something i always enjoy. sometimes i get the urge to start and then i do it and im like im not even having fun. like the motivation is there but the joy is not. i dont really get it tbh. i decided maybe the way i was approaching it and the techniques i was using was probably what was making it so burdensome. i have yet to try my new approach (which is a much more messy and flowing style) because ive been so busy with work and ive had absolutely no days off. luckily this week i have a bunch of time and im excited to do some art. 

on the other hand, ive been writing my novel pretty steadily. almost everyday, but not quite. sometimes its a bit difficult to get into the mood but once i do i can write for awhile. especially on the train i find it pretty easy, and then i get to my stop and im disappointed because i wanted more time to write.

AND THEN, im working on fashion. i spread myself a little too thin, i think. the thing about fashion and writing is that they are both things that come very naturally to me. (unlike painting, and even less with music.) painting is something that i struggle with and i know i am decent at drawing, but when it comes to music, im completely in the dark with it. vocally, musically, structurally. i could of course teach myself, but i think the whole overwhelms me. its a lot to learn and do and while i feel excited about it at times i cant tell if its because i feel like i need to do it because of an identity thing, or if i genuinely really love it. most of the time i think i do it because im like, well wouldnt be really cool to be an musician and have an album and music videos and perform? and like right now, yeah, that does sound fun as hell. but occasionally i will feel indifferent. or like its just not for me.

but back to fashion, im enjoying it, as little work as ive put into it. i want more time to work on it because what i have done ive enjoyed. i think the thing that triggers all these thoughts in me so often is capitalism... in an ideal world id have all the time to do everything i want, and no pressure at all to feel like i need to do things because of money, success, etc... i could just do them because i love them. its extremely hard for me to see past the capitalist lens. i want to be able to tell if something is right for me or if im just coming about it wrong. over the years my ocd mind has been so plagued by this way of thinking that i feel like ive hardly gotten anything done at all. im really tired of it, honestly. the only good part is that ive crossed a bunch of stuff off my list of things that i thought were right for me but actually arent. like acting for example, ive fully decided that isnt for me, lol.

anyway. i just needed to share and i forgot my journal at home so i had no other place to put all this.

[april-18th]

Exercise and changing behavior

I wanted to change my exercise routine/habits. I wanted to get more exercise in than I had been. This goal became clear to me as the school year began because I found that I wasnt working out as much because of my increased workload from school.

So I downloaded an app to help me change my workout habits. It was called Pam. I liked it because it was pink.

My original goal was to workout for 30 minutes everyday. And the design of her app made that seem easy. You could add a video to a certain day of the week and also see the estimated amount of calories you would burn.

So I would try to workout between classes and during the day so I wasn't too tired at the end of the day.

The main issue was that I could put the videos in the day but I couldn't track if I had actually done them, unless I did it backwards which would have been inefficient and a lot of extra steps.

So the first week I was able to complete most of my goal for the week. Working out 30 minutes everyday was pretty easy. Then I went to Austin to see my boyfriend for 4 days. And when I came back on September 6th I was very tired and I didn’t want to exercise.

So far I hadn’t been liking it that much and I remember thinking it could have been because I set too much of a goal. Her workouts are very intense and there’s no breaks or even lighter exercises that I had yet to find. And the beginner workouts that would have been less intense I found boring. So by the second week I had some setbacks.

I decided that every single day 30 minutes was not a good goal. So I adjusted it to every other day around September 7th. It was still hard to get the full 30 minutes in and I would stop around 10-20.

So I thought maybe 20 minutes everyday isn’t so bad, it was still more than I had been working out in the past and it didn’t seem like a hard thing to do.

But this too turned out to be a challenge. I would come home from class nad just be like no 20 minutes is too much for me to do right now I'm tired, I need some rest.

It is this mindset that blocked me from my goal.

But then when we went to class we were assigned to find a new app and compare. I found a couple that seemed good but were blocked by a paywall.

Until after class that day, I found an app called Google Fit. It was a way to actually track exercise done each day. I really thought this was a good answer. Because now I wasn’t limited to only her workouts and if I wanted to go to the gym or something that would be easy.

So for the next week I did yoga and Pilates videos on YouTube and I was really happy. I stuck to the 20 minutes every day.

As of yesterday. I decided that I wanted something more intense so I used the Pam app again. And this time I got my sister in on it. Having someone to do it with made it easier and my goal successful. I would go over to her house and we would do the workouts together in her living room. It was really nice to have someone to do it with.

So everyday I would go over there and we would do 30-40 minutes of exercise. Reaching my original goal. And using the Pam app again while also logging the activity in Google Fit.

It was a really nice and encouraging thing to go and do that with someone else. Especially my sister. Being on my own having the goal was much harder than I thought it would be. And after it was done we would do something fun or just hangout and I started really looking forward to exercising with her. We discussed our goals for the year and did a lot to inspire each other.

So the next week I started to realize that what I wanted to do was pilates. I found a lot of pilates youtube videos which I had used every now and then since I was sixteen and just getting into exercise. They were gentle and easy while also feeling very meditative and relaxing. They were intense and hard to do but I felt it deep in my muscles, something I didn't really feel doing Pam's workouts.

This gave me so much more motivation knowing that I wouldn't be jumping around and getting really out of breath. This helped me maintain the behavior in a new way. I had been looking at exercise from a very intense rigid point of view. That it had to be hard, basically killer. Well I didn't learn from my foot injury earlier this summer that that is not always a good thing.

Pilates was fun and empowering. It made me really excited to workout. It even got me into doing yoga as soon as I woke up. A new habit that I was excited about. It was fun to enter into the google fit that I had done the 20-30 minutes of yoga and or pilates.

This week my sister went to chicago for five days so I didn't do as much as I would have had she been here. Which made me realize the trigger for the positive behavior was my sister and her house. Without it the drive to do it was very hard to muster.

But the next week I went through some emotional troubles in my life. I didn't feel like eating or really doing anything. I just did the bare minimum in my days and was extremely exhausted and would go to bed really early and sleep as late as possible before class.

My efforts to maintain the behavior did not stick as consistently. The weekend it was easy to pick up and get back on track. But during the week making time for it became tough and impossible.

I would stay up late doing homework that I had put off to the very last minute. So this made me press snooze on my alarm and sleep until I had to be out the door. Making my morning yoga disappear.

When my sister got back we did the workouts 2 more times before this blog was due. It was fun. We went outside to do it at a park. That was our agreement, every sunday we meet at the park and do our workout.

Now that l have done a long study on myself of about 6-7 weeks of trying to maintain a behavior I had found so easy to do just a few months ago, I realized a few things about myself. I realized that when I was consciously trying to reach a goal and thinking about how much time I would spend doing the workout, I immediately just didn't want to do it as much. It seemed more impossible imagining it before doing it as opposed to not giving it much thought. This tells me that thoughts take up brain power and space which takes up more energy than you thought possible. I also think that this semester, I am taking more credits than I ever have in college. So everyday I am very busy with things that I normally wouldn't be. On top of that one of them is Capstone. It's a demanding class because outside meetings take up time and energy out of my day I would have normally had to workout in previous semesters. I also think living alone in a tiny studio apartment has changed my habits and behaviors. It's been hard having to do so much cleaning since I don't have a dishwasher or a lot of space for an organized lifestyle as I did before. Each year you change as the environment around you changes. And that I believe is one of the biggest factors to consider when changing a behavior. And realizing the tiny little details of your life legitimately contribute to it and make up the majority. The little things count. All those little things grouped together make a big difference, bigger than big things.

But I seriously wonder who has it altogether and how? I see it. I see people who exercise for a long period of time everyday or almost everyday, take lots of classes, and have good grades and social activities. I want to know what their habits are. How to be more like that. I guess it will have to take a certain amount of discipline or a very long habit setting that incrementally gets harder after a month or so. Who knows though? Life can get pretty crazy and direct you away from your priorities.

Pam plan left Her workout search engine. Google fit journal is on the right

[eazy-group]

Gabby lost 25 pounds

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Gabby lost 25 pounds

Transformation of the Day: Gabby lost 25 pounds. She was embarrassed about how her clothes fit as the number on the scale increased and how tired she felt after walking short distances. She reached out to a weight loss coach for help and accountability. They showed her how to get results and maintain them.

What was your motivation?  To be honest, seeing the scale continue to increase was the big “wake-up call” for me and the motivation I needed to really start taking my health seriously and get myself together.  

I was embarrassed with how my clothes fit and how tired I would get (quickly, too) when walking short distances. I knew all that resulted from my weight continuing to increase, which motivated me even more to start taking my health and weight more seriously.  

What inspired you to keep going, even when you wanted to give up?  Seeing Monique of Sculpting Bodies’ testimonial is what initially inspired me to start working on my health. She made me realize that I could do it and be successful at it too, even though I didn’t feel like I could.  

Having someone hold me accountable was also the key to keeping me inspired! When I wanted to give up and thought I couldn’t, Monique was there to help push and guide me in the right direction and keep me on track. I knew I wanted to feel healthier and lose the weight, so in order to do that, I had to stay the course.  

Once I started to see the scale drop and see the new habits I was creating, I became even more inspired and motivated to keep going because I knew my old habits needed to change and weren’t going to work for me or help me get to a healthier state.   

How did you change your eating habits?  Working with Monique made it VERY easy for me to change my eating habits. Before I started working with her, I didn’t have a plan or structure. I just ate whatever I wanted, however much I wanted, and whenever I wanted. I indulged in a lot of fried foods, pasta, and sweets with little to no control over the amount.

However, once I started working with Monique, she replaced many of my poor-choice foods with healthier options. Believe it or not, I still had pasta in my plan (I thought she’d completely get rid of it), but it was just a healthier kind.  

I started eating more protein and nutrient-dense foods and reduced the high amounts of processed foods, sugar, and soda I was previously eating. I followed my customized meal plan that Monique created specifically for my body type and goals, preventing me from underrating AND overeating. I was so happy that the food was still delicious, creative, and not dry and boring. I remember I even had tacos in the plan at one point, too! 

Along with teaching me about proper nutrition and healthier food options, Monique really helped me learn about portion control and helped me manage my portion sizes better, which is something I always struggled with. It was a challenge to eat less than what I was used to, but I got used to it and felt less sluggish and more energized once doing so.  

What is your workout routine? I did strength training only a couple of times per week at home. I tried to get as many steps in each day by walking (even on the days I didn’t work out). When I could, I occasionally did some fun classes like Zumba at my local gym, too.  

How often did you work out?  Four days per week.

What was your starting weight? What is your current weight?  When I started working with Monique, I was 290 lbs, and she helped me get down to 265 lbs within 2 1/2 months of working with her. I’ve maintained it since working with her! 

What is your height?  I’m 6’0″. 

When did you start your journey? How long did your transformation take?  I started working with Monique in June 2020. By mid-August, I was down to 265 pounds. I had been trying to start my journey off and on for years by myself but could never actually stick to a plan because I wasn’t sure what I was doing. 

Is weight loss surgery part of your journey? No surgeries, just hard work and dedication 

What is the biggest lesson you’ve learned so far?  Portion control, consistency, and patience ARE EVERYTHING! Portion control gives you the guidance to stay within your range and not overeat, while patience helps you trust the process and believe that the work is 100% working, even if you’re not fully aware of the changes.  

If you want to get results, you need to find a plan that works for YOU and not follow a plan. I used to try to follow a lot of different influencers’ plans, but nothing worked for me. Once I was able to have a plan that was made for my body with things that I actually liked and could do, then it became easier to see some changes. 

What advice do you have for women who want to lose weight?  Have patience! You may not see the changes immediately after starting, but trust me…YOU WILL! As long as you’re putting in the work, YOU’RE CHANGING! 

Also, find what works for YOU. Don’t just follow everything you see on Google or YouTube! And if you realize you don’t have all the answers and need additional guidance, don’t be afraid to reach out for help! 

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How I Won NaNoWriMo in Three Easy Steps

Here's where I ended on November 30, 2023:

I've participated in NaNo since 2016, but the only year I won prior to this one was 2017. So, what did I do differently than I did in 2018-2022?

Go for the Par Badge.

This little baby made all the difference.

In prior years, I would tell myself I couldn't possibly write 1,667 words during the week with working full-time plus an hour+ commute. So I'd play this game, "I'll write less on the weekdays and make it up on the weekends," except I would quickly get so far behind that I'd need, say, 4,000 words per weekend day for the final half of the month, which is more than I can write, and then I'd lose heart.

This year, I decided to go for the par badge, which meant writing 1,667 words every single day. Which meant I never fell behind and never lost heart.

2. Sprint.

Sprinting on Discord has been a revelation. I've realized I haven't been writing very efficiently. I'd "write" for an hour and only get a couple hundred words, at best. But something about having that timer going and knowing I'm going to have to report back at the end of 20 minutes helps me focus, especially when other writers are sprinting at the same time.

It's also helpful for when it's past 10 pm and you're tired, but you're only at 1,300 words for the day. It's like, "OK, you need 367 words, so one good sprint or maybe two. Less than one hour and you can go to bed."

I'm absolutely going to be sprinting whenever I write in the future.

3. Write Easy Words.

If writers fall on a spectrum from planner to pantser, I'm 70-80% of the way toward the pantser end of the spectrum. For this year's NaNo, I wouldn't say I became a planner or anything, but I had a list of specific scenes I wanted to work on, and at least some sense of what was going to happen in those scenes.

I looked at my spreadsheet for last year, and during November 2022 I worked on a brand new story idea that I'd just gotten (bad idea, because that probably went slower than it needed to because I hadn't had time to think it through) and smut (very bad idea, because I'm a slow writer in general, but particularly slow when writing smut).

Bonus: Dictate.

About 4,000 of my words for the month were dictated into my phone using the microphone button in Google Docs. This is what I do whenever I'm stuck in traffic, which is all too often, unfortunately. I'm a big fan of talking through my story, especially when I'm struggling with it. Often I'll realize that there's a logical problem with the sequence of events, there are character motivations that I need to clarify, or that I'm using the wrong POV. While stuck on the interstate last night trying to get to the last write-in of the year, I identified a logistical problem but also got a really good idea for what my villain is going to threaten to do in the climax, so I'm excited to work on that scene in December!

Bonus 2: Cold Turkey.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention my favorite app, Cold Turkey. You start by setting up a block list (it comes with a preset list which you can add to or remove from as needed). When you turn it on, it won't allow you to see any of the websites you've blocked. So, no wasting time scrolling Tumblr when I need to be writing!

[intrepidradish]

Media: The Good Place

Year/my age: 2020-22/30-32

What drew me to the media:

I heard it was good! In 2019, Neil Gaiman was talking about how he really enjoyed it in comparison to Good Omens. I'd seen some gifs around. It was lighthearted and the episodes were short. It was a terrific binge show. You could eat a lot of episodes in one quiet night alone at home (pandemic).

Somehow the first season also wasn't spoiled for me! And more seasons were coming out that year! :0 Huge!

What made me a fan:

Towards the end of the show, Shawn, the Bad Place head honcho, pulls Michael, the once Bad Place now Good Place architect, aside and says something akin to 'I enjoyed our dynamic. You made my existence exciting, which I didn't think was possible. I'm going to miss that.' And as I often do while watching shows, I said "wow that's gay" aloud.

I like Shawn too. He's so... corporate, but in a impish horn, giggling kind of way. He's also so dry and his humor is childish, like a four year old discovering the word 'penis' and 'butthole'. He's also very ancient, and he has a tired quality to his character that I always appreciate.

I also like Michael, who is optimistic and anxious and high energy. He's one guy, not a very good one, that learns to love his friends and that motivates him to change a lot. That's beautiful. That's a character I can stand behind.

So at the end of the show, with me feeling the dulling warm glow of the last episode fading, I decided to write some porn.

Have I written fanfiction for it? Why or why not?

Yes! Sticky Fingers was AMAZINGLY well received. It was originally a one shot. I was trying to grab at the show's humor, which is verbose and goofy and a bit icky. Shawn/Michael was also very uncommon, but I didn't mind. I was just doing a one shot! I was in the middle of writing Predators, yaknow, and Exceptional! This was just going to be a quick experimental jaunt.

Well, it wasn't.

Sticky Fingers apparently scratched an itch for folks in the fandom.

Surprising to me, the most popular ship in the Good Place fandom is Michael/Eleanor (I really thought it'd be Chidi/Eleanor, but *shrug* Michael is a hottie and people are still...ahem... maybe a little racist. OR, big or, it could be that the Chidi/Eleanor relationship was explored to exhaustion and not the Michael/Eleanor one. Who knows. I don't. I'm just judging and a hypocrite.)

Anyhoo, what is also popular to do in the Good Place fandom is AU the Good Place with another fandom. Like "ooooh what if these characters from this other fandom were sent into a heaven/hell situation what would they dooooo?" I have no interest in crossovers.

Shawn is also...hmm... kind of treated like an 'ugly' character because he's 'bald' or something. I have no idea. If you look up Marc Evan Jackson you'll see that he has a fucking gorgeous gay mustache and piercing blue eyes. He probably works out given how that suit drapes on him too.

Everyone knows Michael is hot though. Ted Danson is the oldest man I've ever written porn for, because he's a hottie.

(I also want to pull back for a second. It's so strange that I wrote the genre known as 'old man porn' because I don't have the hots for guys above fifty in my day to day. I find them pretty annoying when I have to interact with them. They always have a chip on their shoulder about being right. I think my least favorite demographic in the entire world is 60+ white men. They are impossible to talk to.)

I'm not going to unpack what I said above in brackets, AT ALL. :)

With the hottie definitions cast in my mind, I expanded Sticky Fingers into 5 chapters and I created a second story called Easy Peasy.

Easy Peasy has less appeal than Sticky Fingers, but that's sort of what I wanted. I made Shawn a human. He's grappling with being a bad demon and a sort of lackluster shitty human. I finally finished last year.

Unfortunately, I feel like I let a lot of people down with it's conclusion. The reason is because...unbeknownst to them... there is another story after Easy Peasy! I probably won't write it! I don't have the time or interest!

One of the issues of writing a rare pair is that I felt like I had to normalize what I wanted to write. Since its the only one in it's ship, I couldn't like... go full hog and make it REALLY KINKY. Which for a time, I really wanted to.

Shawn, a demon with a confusing almost Vulcan hangup of being bad feels good, is so fucking kinky. But I just didn't think the fandom was ready for me to write like CBT without cumming, whipping leathermen. A shame really.

Opinion on the fandom:

I think I said my piece above, but I can't find the fandom really. They aren't present on twitter from what I can see. Maybe I should follow the tag on Tumblr? But I'm not very motivated about it. Sometimes I want to write a story, and just not...interact with a community at all. The end.

Would I read it again?

Dunno. Maybe?

[mikroaaurora]

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 Woooow what a handful of a start to 2023. I think I’ve gone through the 5 stages of grief about 10 times during this month and a half. I’ve defiantly also experience a LOT within the shortest time although January felt like three months compiled into just one.

The BIG, big one was that I actually met someone, well this was December of 2022 but after about a month things were going well for us, actually things were going really well. I really liked this guy and I’m pretty sure he was reciprocating the same feelings back, and for me this was quite big because I had never been in a real relationship before, I mean I had dated a girl but she was my best friend so eh, and I had also dated long-out-of-the-country distance before, but I had never actually had a real relationship, and mind you this was with a boy.

I was nervous meeting him for the first date, hell I was shitting myself, honestly I think I almost considered driving back home, but I didn’t and we had a really great night.

Fast forward we would spend hours at night talking and watching movies (especially watching movies), staying up till 6am until one of us would doze off for a bit and then laughing at the fact we can both see the sun through our blinds. It was really really good, and it became quite a consistent habit to the point where I was wishing I just had one night to myself to play games haha.

I could also see my mood changing and I felt more happier, my family noticed me feeling happier.

A few weeks later after I saw him again things started to change, I mean he had his reasons that were completely reasonable so we talked a little less, took a little longer to reply to each other but it was okay, I had to understand. I just think that it was a little hard for me since we were talking so much constantly, I think I got a bit attached and clingy so I had to pull myself out of that mindset which wasn’t as easy but it got there.

Before I knew it we were not really talking at all and I was missing him constantly, at one point I think I got a little depressed for a few days because of it, since I was thinking… was it something I did? Did I do something wrong?? Whats happening???? But no matter what I could think of nothing has me pointing the finger at myself because we had just been like normal before we stopped talking so much. I struggled quite a bit through those probably 4 days, I didn’t do anything, wake up, watch tv all day, check tiktok a few times go to sleep, that’s all I did for about 4 days straight.

Honestly I would like to say a big fuck you to tiktok for also showing me so many relationship advice tiktoks on my fyp that fed into my anxiety and stress which didn’t help at all.

That was until I got sick of being sad.

One thing that I always admire about myself and pride myself on is how I can change my mood very quickly, and instantly motivate myself to be more positive. So I did. I was more positive and productive than I had been in the last 6 months. I was finally getting around to doing things I had put off for the longest time, I was waking up early, cooking myself new recipes and it made me feel really good!

Something that also helped was that I tend to get hyperfixated on something, in this case it was a movie/ movie characters, so tiktok I take that back thank you for feeding my hyperfixation.

Eventually I decided to text him after about 2 weeks of not talking, even though I was waiting for a response from him I said fuck it.

We talked for a few days but things just went back to normal and it felt like he was detaching himself a bit. But I kept gaslighting myself saying he’s busy, and tired because he was busy, he had a lot going on, but I don’t know things told me otherwise.

Now I think the worst part of this was he never established what we are, he did mention that we were in a relationship and god we acted like it but I just need that verbal confirmation.

I am still waiting for that confirmation and sometimes he’ll do things that will make me think okay we’re all fine, but then he’ll forget things that we had planned to do and I just get sad and confused all over again.

Confused that is the big word, constantly being confused.

Now I actually want to text him and ask him about what we are because I feel like it will be too hard to meet up and idk about calling, and I would like to know sooner or later before I become more confused with myself. But I told myself I would wait until valentines day is done just encase he decides to make a move, and wait until my trip this week is done since I don’t want to make myself stressed or sad.

But as for now the ball is in his court and I’m hoping he makes a move soon.

[dragonshapedskittles]

It really bothers me when people say or act like they don’t want to be around me because I’m not happier. I don’t know who needs to hear this but most people aren’t happy 24/7. It’s normal to not be happy all the time. I haven’t met a single person in my life who has expressed happiness in every aspect of their life. Is there even such a thing?

I’m going to talk about a family member for a moment. This family member I have a fairly complex relationship with and we often have issues because we’re more alike than we think. For those of you familiar with my writing, no I’m not referring to my father in this instance. No, no. I’m referring to my one and only blood related sibling. We’re very similar and very different. But the ways that we are similar are exponential. Her husband is one of the most caring people ever, but boy can he be a dick sometimes. A big, hairy, veiny, lopsided dick. However, I was raised by someone who was a dick 24/7 365 days a year, so I’m used to it. Doesn’t mean I like it.

I get SUPER tired of people being judgmental toward me because of my mental illness and because they don’t understand it. You don’t have to understand me to be patient, kind, and compassionate. I’m not saying let me walk all over you- which I wouldn’t do anyway- I’m saying don’t criticize someone for something you don’t understand or aren’t used to being around. Easier said than done, I know. But it’s not easy being around someone who doesn’t see fault in any of their actions and thinks they’re untouchable because they don’t understand- no, that makes you ignorant. And you can always ask the person too. If you don’t understand, ask. It’s what grownups do. I get tired of being told I’m less than grownup because I express myself differently. I have flaws and quirks that may appear as me being rude or indifferent. I have spent most of my life being told (not in so many words, but you’ll get the gist) that I am nothing, all of my interests suck, I’m a terrible person to be around, I’m ungrateful, unpleasant, am immature, “I won’t understand”, “I asked for it” (relating to my sexual assaults), etc. Once you hear it enough, you start to believe it.

A lot of how I feel about myself is based on what I’ve been told my whole life just about. Not saying it can’t and hasn’t changed. But Rome wasn’t built overnight. And I can’t be rebuilt overnight. I refuse to allow another person to make me feel like I’m the problem and I need to be saved all the time and I fear the consequences of my actions. No, YOU are putting those thoughts in my head because YOU don’t want to ask me how I feel and assume that’s what’s going on. It’s hard trying to self-motivate with two diagnosed mental illnesses. It’s an uphill battle constantly and I’m always exhausted. I’ve got a voice in my head procrastinating and the other voice asking me why I try to do anything to start with. It’s not easy and I honestly couldn’t tell you how I’ve made it to today. I’ve thought about suicide more times than I would like to admit because all I’ve felt my whole life, has been a like a burden.

Just writing until I feel a little bit better. Thanks for listening. Love y’all.