#tried to combine my style and uh... realistic style?

[moksutinn]

Inspector Lestrade

[1101001]

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE _

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‘ when high school ended, your relationship with oikawa did too. years later, something you didn’t want to call fate led you to each other on the sandy shores of a beach in brazil ’

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character ..��oikawa tooru 

word count .. 1.3k

tags .. exes (but not rlly 'to lovers’) , no pronouns used , possible timeskip spoilers? but nothing explicitly stated , uhh fluff-ish , written for @itskoushi​ <3

You choked on your drink, turning your head to the side in futile hopes that it would hide your face. Why of all places and all times was he here, at a beach in Rio de Janeiro? Maybe it wasn’t him though, maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.

You peered carefully over your friend’s head for another look. It definitely was him.

“Y/n, are you okay?” 

You nodded hastily, ignoring the suspicious look your friend was giving you. 

“Right, do you wanna come down to the beach with me?” she asked, pointing to the mob of people in bikinis and trunks walking around under the bright hot Brazilian sun. “Seems someone caught your eye too.”

There was a glint in her eye and before she could drag you with her, you shook your head, “No, I think I’ll stay here…”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She got up and muttered a ‘boring’ before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Not two seconds after she left, the very person you were hoping to avoid appeared right behind you.

“Look who we have here.” His voice was sweet like honey, and you had to steel yourself against it before turning around and facing him.

“Hello to you too Oikawa.”

Oikawa Tooru, a boy (now man) who caused you massive amounts of internal conflict. Did you miss him and his chocolate brown eyes and perfectly tousled hair and seemingly carefree exterior? 

Maybe you did, but before you could fall into the trap that is Oikawa’s charm, you reminded yourself that you've already been down that path.

“Thought it was you,” he said, lips curving into a slight smirk. He leaned one arm against the bar table and you suddenly noticed how much muscle he’s built since you last saw him. “So what brings you to this lovely beach?”

You took a long sip from your drink, trying to look everywhere but him for fear of accidentally staring too long. “It was a business trip but now I’m just relaxing.”

From the background, a couple of people were starting to shout for Oikawa. He turned towards them and yelled, “GIMME A SEC,” before turning back to you and asking, “Hey uh are you up for some beach volleyball?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“There’s this small tournament and I’m the only one without a partner.”

It was a very sudden offer and you were hesitant to accept. Volleyball? At the beach? With your ex no less.

It didn’t seem like the best idea.

“Cmon I know you’re good,” Oikawa pleaded.

You were still hesitant, but the thought of playing volleyball again made your hands and arms itch. It seems you missed it more than you thought. 

“Fine,” you said taking one last sip of your drink before grabbing your things and hopping out of your seat. The two of you made your way over to the nets set up on the sand and Oikawa led you to a table to register.

“Have you ever played beach volleyball?” Oikawa asked as he grabbed a ball and tossed it to you.

You lightly set it back to him. “No, and I haven’t played normal volleyball for quite a while either.”

“That’s fine,” Oikawa replied, once again tossing the ball back to you. “It’s a just-for-fun competition anyway.”

And that just-for-fun competition was a lot more intense than you expected. Beach volleyball, you quickly learned, is very different from normal volleyball. Running around on the sand wasn’t exactly easy and being on the same side of the net as Oikawa, although you tried to ignore it, was giving you weird and very annoying butterflies. 

Instead of it being a terrible experience like it should’ve been though, you found yourself relishing the adrenaline that came with the feel of the ball on your hands. 

You and Oikawa made for a great team too. The two of you barely exchanges words but knew what the other meant every time. That combined with each of your own individual talent and skill made you a deadly combo and easily a favorite for the win.

And you might’ve won too, had you been able to continue playing.

You gritted your teeth as you struggled to stand up after an unsuccessful dive. Suddenly, Oikawa was there by your side, extending a hand and helping you up. 

“You ok there?” 

Honestly, no. Your ankle hurt like hell from how you dived into the sand just moments ago. The unevenness of the ground really wasn’t something to underestimate. 

“Uh my ankle hurts a bit,” you muttered. 

“By a bit you mean it hurts enough you can’t play anymore right?”

You looked away and nodded lamely. You’d like to think you changed since high school but it seems he still knew you too well.

“Ok, let's get you to a clinic then.”

By then, the referee and a few other people had gathered around. Oikawa quickly announced your withdrawal from the tournament and led you off the court.

“Can you walk?” he asked, extending a hand to steady you as you got up. 

“I think so,” you replied before taking one step and immediately realizing this was going to be a slow and painful walk to the clinic. 

But you gritted your teeth through the pain and, with Oikawa next to you, hobbled off. You eventually found a way to angle your feet against the sand to minimize pain so it wasn’t too bad.

Although this way was much more bearable pain-wise, it was slow, so slow that Oikawa suggested he just carry you to the clinic.

“No thanks,” you said, gritting your teeth as you forced your legs to move faster.

“Y/n please. You’re slower than a snail.”

You stopped and sighed, a sign he took as you agreeing apparently because he immediately grabbed your legs and lifted you bridal style almost effortlessly.

You were about to protest but the words died away as he looked down at you with a smile.

That smile.

Suddenly, you were a teenager at Aoba Johsai again, walking through its crowded hallways, passing Oikawa and a few of his fangirls trailing behind him. He flashed that same smile at you he had now and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Let’s just hope your ankle isn’t messed up too badly yeah?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you responded with a simple ‘yeah’.

Your mind, at the moment, was focusing on other things. Not the way he carried you without a hint of tiredness on his face. Not the way your arms were intertwined around his neck. Not the way his hair bounced with every step he took, or the way his eyes glittered in the sunlight, or the way you could feel his heartbeat against you.

No, your mind was racing because even though this was hardly your most intimate moment, you felt ‘the feeling’.

Maybe you were caught up in it all. That was a very plausible and realistic explanation for why you were feeling what you were feeling right now. But as you two approached the clinic and he urged the nurses to care for you, your mind wandered.

Maybe he was just being a decent human being. Yes, of course, that was what he’s doing - being nice. The way he held your hand through it all made it seem like he was being more than just nice.

Maybe there was something more. When he looked at you, sheepish grin and concerned eyes, you couldn’t help but feel it.

You were getting carried away. It definitely seemed like you were. But you couldn’t think of anything wrong with the flutters in your chest. Sure the breakup wasn’t the smoothest but that was when you were young and going separate paths.

He might not even be feeling all that you were right now, but you gave yourself a sliver of hope because maybe he was.

And maybe, just maybe, a second try would be worth the while.

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note .. NINI HI IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY FVKING belated BIRTHDAY !!! i know how much you love this trope and how much you love oiks soooo *holds this out to you like cake on a platter* ... not much slowburn tho sorry (i would but by the time i finish it’ll be ur next birthday sdkjghs) right anyway,,, hope you like it and again,, happy belated birthday <33

[talesofstyles]

Did I Break It?

A domestic dad!Harry and husband!Harry, where you share a glass of wine in the kitchen and enjoy scraps of the kids’ leftovers while trying to figure out Year 3 maths homework. Oh and followed by quite a realistic smut because some nights aren’t just meant to be, right?

Honestly, you thought you’d be done with maths when you finished school. Well jokes on your younger self because here you are, a little over a decade later, nursing a much-needed glass of Riesling as you work through equivalent fractions to check on your son’s homework while Harry deals with bedtime stories upstairs. Or so you thought, because now you hear the sound of the stairs creaking (that would probably finally get fixed by the time your last baby turn eighteen), followed by familiar footsteps coming into the kitchen. There’s absolutely no need for you to lift up your head and glance towards the arched doorway, because you’d recognise that sound anywhere. But you do it anyway.

And there he is, your husband, making his way into the kitchen looking all happy and soft. Although you won’t deny the fact that he does look like he needs a wash and a good night’s sleep, because that’s what being in charge of bedtime routine for four young children aged eight and under does to you. But even then, the combination of exhaustion and pure joy on his face that makes him look very much like a dad, is a sight you enjoy getting a front-row seat every night and one that you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

“Tha’ was quick,” you comment as you feel two arms sliding around your waist, and then a chin drops onto your shoulder. You let out a small, contented sigh, before setting down the white wine on the kitchen island and wrap your arms around his.

He cheekily takes the opportunity to pull out one of his arms from around your waist, and proceeds to steal your wine from the counter. “Hey!” You protest, eyebrow raising playfully at the sight of him smirking before taking a sip.

“Wha’?” He feigns innocence as he sets the glass back down on the counter. His smile is still playful as he looks down on you, before leaning closer to give you a soft, chaste peck just beside your ear.

“I haven’t cooked for us,” you start before you take another slug of your wine. “If you’re hungry, think there’s still some leftovers in the kids’ lunch boxes.”

“Oh, no school dinners this week?” Harry asks as he makes his way to the other side of the kitchen island where your children’s lunch boxes are sat. He opens one of them and immediately begins munching on a baby carrot.

“Nope,” you shake your head, and you frown when you see the untouched veggies and a nearly full sandwich with only one or two bites max missing. Although the treat is surely gone. “Whose is that?”

Harry flips the lid to see and mumbles your daughter’s name, before helping himself to the cold sandwich. “She only took the KitKat,” he laughs.

“Your daughter,” you roll your eyes comically.

“Nope, nuh uh, she’s all yours ‘cause I swear to god you’re just as picky when it comes to food,” Harry teases you as he takes the last carrot stick before moving onto the second lunch box, grinning proudly when he finds it perfectly empty. “Now, this is my son.”

“S’tha’ so?” You muse, realising the fact that he’s right and you’ve lost this one.

“Mhm,” he hums. “One hundred percent my boy.”

“Here, check your boy’s homework then,” you can’t help but grin as you slide his maths book across the counter.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he mutters jokingly as he catches the book, and his eyes widen as he looks at the questions. “Whoa, equivalent fractions. Year 3 kids do that now? What ‘appened to number lines?”

You let out a hearty laugh. “I know right?! I’m pretty sure I did this in Year 5.” 

“Okay, we’ve got this,” he rolls up his sleeves, making you laugh even harder, before tucking a pencil behind one of his ears. “Six over twelve is blank over ninety six. Fuck, what’s ninety six divided by twelve?”

“Now’s the time to use yer brain innit, big head?” You tease him this time.

“Oi!” He complains, trying to sound annoyed but the smile plastered across his face is hard to miss. “Be nice t’me.” 

You chuckled. “When am I not?”

Harry rolls his eyes in response, before he takes the pencil from behind his ear and holds it between his teeth instead as he tries to figure out the next question. There’s something about the way his brows knit together, and the way he bites his bottom lip when he takes the pencil from between his teeth and begins scribbling some numbers down on paper to count properly because his phone is charged upstairs in your room, that makes you can’t keep your eyes off of him. Although technically, that isn’t new, you two have disgust people around you by your inability to keep your eyes (and hands) off of each other for years. But there’s just something about him tonight that makes you all mushy. 

You know how much he loves prancing around the stage in front of thousands, sparkly suits and all, and you hope he gets to do that for the rest of his life. But seeing him right now, looking all cuddly and soft and the epitome of a family man doing the mundane things like eating the scraps of whatever is left from the kids’ meals and double-checking their homework, your heart swells at the realisation that this is what he meant to be. 

“You’re staring,” he shoots you a playful smirk. A little part of you hates the fact that your cheeks still flush, even after ten years of marriage and four babies later, for being caught staring. But the bigger part of you loves the fact that you still blush because of him, that he still makes you feel something you can’t even describe, and she wins.

“Sue me,” You challenge him, both of you smiling simultaneously.

“Nah,” he grins and shakes his head. “M’just as guilty.”

“Hey,” you start, pausing to take another slug of wine before you continue. “We haven’t shagged in a while.”

“S’tha’ you asking?” You notice how his grin grows ten times bigger and you love it, even more so with the familiar pair of dimples digging into his cheeks. “Does mummy want a shag? Hmm?”

“Harryyyy,” you whine in protest, because he knows how much you hate it when he calls you mummy, completely the opposite of him who gets crazy whenever you jokingly call him daddy. The word feels strange coming out from literally anyone else besides your own kids. “You’re ruining the mood.”

Your son’s homework is now forgotten on the other side of the counter. He stops behind you, sliding his arms back around your waist just the way he did earlier before he turns you around to face him. 

“Wha’?” He feigns innocence once again and you roll your eyes. “Yer a mummy,” he states, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, still grinning ear to ear. “Mum t’me babies.”

“Yeah,” you respond in a sarcastic deadpan. “I wanted Ryan Gosling’s babies.”

“Funny that you’ve just said this now,” he retorts. “Four babies later.” 

You can’t help but giggle, and you pull him by his waist even closer to you so you can wrap your arms around him. “M’joking. I love you. Love ‘avin yer babies.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, and you notice the way his lips quirk into a gentle smirk. “I can probably squeeze one more in there, then, hmm? Fifth baby, the cherry on top?”

Your eyes widen in terror. “Oh no, no no, don’t get any ideas,” you warn him. “Four is a good number.”

He lets out a giggle. “It is the best number,” he agrees. “And don’t worry, m’joking. Unless…” he trails off and smirks at you.

You push him away only to have him pulls you back into his embrace, before bringing his face down to meet yours and lock your mouths together.

“Not gonna take me to our bed first?” You asked him, eyebrow wiggling playfully when you finally break the kiss.

“Thought you love me shaggin’ you in the kitchen?” 

“I’m a lady, Styles.”

“Yeah, right,” Harry laughs. “M’pretty sure at least half of our babies were conceived here,” he mutters, before he leans closer again to give you another lingering kiss. 

“Wait,” you stop him and pull back. “I’m not hungry but it’s okay if you wanna have a proper dinner first?” 

He licks his lips, smirking at you. “Got my dinner right here.”

“Wow,” you chuckle. “That line still works?”

“We’ll see now, won’t we?” Harry murmurs before he starts leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline down your neck. 

“Bed,” you remind him.

“As you wish, darlin’.”

It feels forever before you finally reach your bedroom upstairs, but when you finally get there, he wastes not another single second before he pushes you against the door and kisses you hard. He lifts you up into his arms and strides over to the bed, and both of you fall into the mattress together.

Your breath hitches and your head loll to the side as his mouth finds your collarbone, his lips warm but his tongue even warmer. You feel his hand runs down your back before he plays with the seam of your shirt, slowly inching it up and you savour the feel of his warm hand as it brushes across your ribs. He barely lifts your shirt up and over your head before you sit up and reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra, and not wasting much time before you move your arms quickly as they slip out of the straps and toss it somewhere on the floor.

He starts kissing down your neck and over your naked chest. And you let his hand wander further south, cold fingers creeping underneath the waistband of your shorts, giving you a sneak peek of what’s to come. 

You hold your breath when you feel his palm against your clothed core, before you feel him slowly pulling his hand out and begins fumbling with the button of your shorts.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles in annoyance when the button is being stubborn, and he pulls himself up for a second to see and try to figure out how to unfasten the bloody thing.

You let out a giggle before you sit up to try and help him out. But as you raise your head, he’s coming back down to have another go at it, resulting in you whacking him right on the bridge of his nose. Harry groans in pain as he rolls into his back, covering his face with both hands as he does.

“Oh my god!” You quickly sit up and try to lower his hands so you can see his nose. “Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Is it broken?”

“Mhm,” he nods his head to assure you that he is okay. You wait for another few seconds before he pulls his hands away. “Am I bleeding?”

“No, but you’re crying,” you grimace. “Harry, I’m sorry.”

He let out a chuckle as he wipes his own tears. “Hey now, s’alright. I’m alright, yeah? Don’t worry. No blood, just a little tear.”

“Rain check?”

“Hell no,” he grins before his mouth attacks yours once again, taking your breath away. He holds himself up while he hungrily kisses your lips, slowly bringing you down to lay on your back again. 

His five o’clock shadow is soft against your flushed face, dragging against your skin with every movement of his lips. You pull away when you feel his fingers fumbling with the button of your shorts again and giggle. “Let me get that.”

“Probably a good idea,” he nods and begins working on his own boxers.

After you manage to discard every piece of clothing without any further incident, things are progressing rather quickly and smooth sailing and before you know it, he flips you over so you’re on top of him. Both of you smile at the same time, realising the switch of power, and you notice how much he is trying to savour the rare occasion.

You lift up slightly, feeling the tip of his cock settle just where you desperately need it to be, before you slowly sink home.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” he jokes and you snort.

You slap his chest playfully. “Shut up, you’re ruining the moment.”

Soon enough the laughter and pained groans are replaced by passionate whimpers and gasps. He searches for your fingers to intertwine with his, and while it’s heartwarming, it makes you lose your balance and you can feel him slipping out of you. You try to reconnect without letting go of his hands, but you miss and feel him jab hard against the crease of your inner thigh. You quickly jump off of him as he cries out in pain and folds back on himself.

“Fuck!” You sit up straight away. “Harry, are you okay? Shit, I broke it, didn’t I? Oh my god, tell me, did I break it? Do we need to go to the A&E?!” 

“No, no, s’alright,” he tries to calm you down, and while his words are comforting, looking at his face you know that he’s not okay.

You run your hand on his back, trying to soothe him. “Did I break it?”

He let out painful laughter before he takes a deep breath. “No, you didn’t,” he starts. “Although I hope you’re happy with four ‘cause I don’t think we can have more after this.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologise again, cringing at the sight of him clutching his manhood in pain.

“Really, s’okay doll,” he tries to comfort you. “No worries, yeah? S’not broken, I promise. It’ll be up and runnin’ before you know it.”

You chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood. “It really wasn’t meant to be tonight, huh?”

“Married you, didn’t I? Got the rest of our lives to shag” He grins, and it’s either the pain has disappeared or he’s just a really great actor. “‘Sides, this makes a pretty great story.”

“You’d never let me live it down, wouldn’t you?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head in laughter. “Hey, remember when you almost broke my nose AND my dick in one night?”

[ventura-starlight]

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍

A/N: So hehe hello to the people of Tumblr. Remember when I said I was going to write stuff? Yeah me neither. Anyways sorry for not writing like I said I would. I’m taking a little break from TLTNH so I can work on something else. This is an idea I had based on a post where a serial killer and a writer are dating. I have it reblogged on my dash if you want to look at it. As I am a true crime fanatic I kinda loved the idea. I couldn’t bring myself to write this for Draco or people I have written for before so I asked some friends and family and we kind of decided Neville Longbottom would be an interesting serial killer. But then I remembered how sweet he was and I couldn’t do it. So here we are with my original baby Loki! Only a few people may remember when I wrote for him in like….October. It’s been a while but I do remember reading a fan fiction based on this a while back and if you can let me know who they are I would really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this and please give me some feedback!

Warnings: murder...duh but not graphic really, some crazy murderer talk, maybe like a few bad words but like….they aren’t too bad, andddd I think that’s it

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Author! Reader

Word count: 1,232 (I’m so freaking proud!)

Loki’s POV

Today was an interesting day. It had been a while since I found her in a coffee shop. She looked young, probably 20 maybe 21. This day was a nice one and perfect for another “little accident” as I call them. When she walked home I followed her from a distance until she got to her house. The day seemed to drag on as I waited for a good time. It was probably 1:13 in the morning when I walked into her apartment. It was small, not surprising for living in New York. I tiptoed into her room and found her asleep soundly. Her chestnut hair flowed on her pillow and for a moment I felt bad for her. Of course, that only lasted for a short period of time. I grabbed one of her pillows that was discarded on the floor and began to press it on her face. I had only tried this method once before, wanted to see if I could do it better this time. She struggled of course but she wasn’t quite strong enough to overpower me. After a while her body stilled and I checked her pulse…dead. I set the pillow back where it was and began the trek home.

When I got home to my apartment I was honestly exhausted. I grabbed a bottle of Merlot off of one of the shelves in my kitchen. I poured a glass and sat it on the island as I got a book I had been reading. I had discovered this writer, Y/N L/N, about 3 weeks ago and I couldn’t stop reading their novels. Now as I kill for sport I have never loved murder mystery and crime novels because they were never realistic. But this author...wow. It’s like they just know what it’s like to see the light drain out of someone’s eyes. I was reading until the sun came up and I decided I should get ready for work. Being a detective and being a murderer is an interesting combination, to say the least. Sometimes I cover my victim’s cases and although it may be sick I get an overwhelming sense of pride. To see my work investigated. And as I got finished getting ready for work my associate Natasha Romanov informed me of a new case we would look at today. A young woman found dead by her boyfriend. When the cops arrived they discovered that she had been suffocated. And once again I go to work and start a new day.

Your POV

I was stuck. Absolutely stuck. I can only come up with so many murders for my stories before they get repetitive. My books were getting more attention nationally and my fans wanted more. I was so stuck and had no clue what to do. As I finished the eighth cup of coffee that week (it was Tuesday) I decided to watch the news. Once again the breaking news was a murder. This one was slightly suspicious. “Woman killed by suffocation and discovered by boyfriend.”....I think the boyfriend did it. Well, at least that is what seems most likely. It could have been an intruder but damn that dude must be good to not leave a trace of being there at all. It was a tricky one indeed but I had to get back to work.  

I finally got dressed and packed my bag with my computer deciding to walk down to a cafe down the street. I had only been there a few times but it was cozy. It had many comfy couches that littered the wooden and industrial style of the building. I loved the pastries too and whenever I wrote there I just felt like it helped me type the words quicker (okay but I need this place lol). I walked in and got my usual coffee order and a strawberry danish and went to sit in my usual place in the back of the shop. I parked my butt on the comfy leather couch and began brainstorming some ideas for my writing.

Loki’s POV

I walked by a cafe on my way home feeling terribly exhausted. Sometimes it is just hard to pretend that you didn’t kill the person you are trying to find justice for, but I guess it’s all in a day’s work. I walked into the warm cafe around 7 o’clock. After I ordered a drink I noticed a striking young woman in the sitting typing away on her laptop. She was gorgeous with Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair, and absolutely stunning eyes. Although I see a lot of very pretty people this one is different, I just couldn’t look away from her.  She must have felt my eyes practically burning holes into her skull because she looked up and we made eye contact. She smiled and blushed as she looked back at her computer. I felt a light heat dust my face as I chuckled softly. I walked over and sat near her. She looked up again as I began to introduce myself.

“Hello there, I am sorry if this is a tad odd but I just saw you and I couldn’t look away.” she giggled softly as I continued, “Anyways my name is Loki.” I reached out my hand to shake hers she smiled and shook mine. Her hands were so soft and lovely.

“My name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Loki.” I gently said her name and it clicked. This beautiful woman wasn’t just that but she was the author that I loved. I tried to remain calm and asked what she was working on. “Oh uh...it’s a book I’m writing.” She stumbled her cheeks turning a tad bit pinker. She was absolutely adorable. “I have written some novels in the past and I am working on the next one currently.” I could hardly take it anymore and had to say something.

“So that’s where I know you from.” I began as her light blush turned a tad bit more crimson. “I love your writing by the way. It’s so real and interesting. I used to hate crime novels until I read yours.” She laughed and quietly thanked me. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment when I decided to ask for her number.

“Oh! O-of course!” She handed me a piece of paper with her number scribbled on it. 

“I would like to see you again if possible Y/N” She simply nodded in agreement. A quiet one I think. “I will talk to you soon darling” and with that, I walked out of the cafe waving in a small goodbye to the sweet author.

Your POV

My cheeks were still warm when Loki waved goodbye to me. I am not sure what just happened. A very attractive guy who also likes my novels wants to see me. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. If I was standing I am pretty sure my legs would’ve given out. Maybe he would catch me...no stop it. I had made some progress at that point and it was getting late so I went home thinking of the near-stranger Loki. What would happen from here? A few dates? Or would this be something more? I’m getting terribly ahead of myself here. I guess only time will tell.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍

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[scripttorture]

Hi Im currently writing a story set in a sci-fi/noir-ish city focusing on police the police force. One of my side characters (who is extremely important to the later 1/2 of the plot) was tortured at the age of 15 by the police for being assumed to be part of a trade union. Whilst Im writing them as primarily dealing in clean tortures at the present time- when she was tortured the police were esentially the armed enforcement of the company monopoly that ran the town. i was thinking that they 1/

Scifi/noiranon 2/ they used escentially finger milking (one of the torturersfishes recreationally- they use fishing wire) combined with beatingand stress postions and as a result she loses several fingers/ bitsof her fingers- which she hides with gloves containing simpleprosthetics. She experiences chronic anxiety, depression anddificulties with sleeping and memory. Despite being in her mid 20sshe lives with her parents and relies on them for daily support.However 2/Scifi-noiranon 3/ however she later joins the police with the intention ofgathering evidence and exposing remaining abuses of power. (Context:the police have been nationalised but not all officers who engaged intoture have been removed- and she knows the head of police knowsthis). She also knows that external whistleblowers are rarelylistened to- so she sees this as the best way to get the evidence andauthority necersary to remove torturers from the police. Does thissound like a 3/ Scifi /noir anon 4/ Does this sound like a realistic backstory/situation? Ive tried to take into account the amount of anger shewould feel and the way this kind of situation might play out(thankyou so much for this blog by the way- ots where im finding allmy resources!) but i just donnt know if a torture survivor would everjoin the organisation in question- even if its to bring it down fromthe inside.

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I definitely think this is possible, especially since you’re taking the time to explain why the character is doing this and she seems conflicted about this. She’s taken a lot of time to think about this and you’ve taken a lot of time to think about how to show that process. That’s good.

 You’ve also shown that the organisation itself has changed. Not enough, and the survivor clearly still sees the police as a problem, but that change is still important. It shows that she’s not responding instinctually and it reduces any suggestion that she’s on the torturers’ ‘side’.

 Because she’s thought about this and waited until the organisation has changed enough that her contribution could make a difference.

 I do think this would be a very difficult thing for a survivor to do.

 She might come across a whole range of reminders in a normal working day. The uniforms, the lighting, the smell in the station. And she might be able to change some of those things (ie different air freshner) but she wouldn’t be able to control all of them.

 She might find her anxiety is triggered more often and have problems managing it. And if she miscalculates how difficult this job would be then she might have a rather steep learning curve with regards to managing her symptoms.

 She might also go through phases of being- shunted around different areas of work because of her mental health problems. This isn’t necessarily a ‘bad’ management strategy or intended as a punishment. It’s something that can happen in a workplace when managers are concerned for an employee’s mental or physical health, they get moved about to less stressful or less dangerous positions.

 And that could work to her advantage. For instance if she’s transferred to the records department for a couple of months it could give her more access to the kind of information she’s looking for. Moving between different sections of the police could also allow her to forge connections with more people in the organisation. Those friendships and connections would make it easier to build up a case against torturers. Partly because it gives her a broader pool of informants and partly because it gives her access to a wider range of expertise/potential helpers.

 Honestly I think this is a really well thought out solid scenario. You’ve got a character who is doing difficult, but not impossible, things. And the entire scenario has a lot of narrative potential.

 The only other thing I can really think of is how the character is going to deal with the increased stress. And my first thought is the way so many torture survivors have used art as an outlet.

 If you haven’t already I’d recommend looking up the work of Ronald Searle.

 Searle drew his experiences as a Japanese prisoner of war, a series that’s collected in the book To the Kwai and Back with many of the individual drawings online. After the war Searle created the St Trinians comic series about a uh- violent, crime ridden girl’s boarding school.

 St Trinians is (in my opinion) still pretty funny. It’s in a lovely, cartoony style that almost seems to celebrate the ugliness of some of the characters. And if you look at it beside Searle’s war drawings it’s frighteningly easy to see where he got his inspiration from.

 The ways survivors find to process and even laugh at their experiences are important. If you’re putting your character in such a stressful, difficult situation then I think it’s important to show the joy in her life too.

 This kind of direct, meaningful action does seem to be attractive to survivors and it comes with a higher risk of burning out. So showing positives and how she’s taking care of herself will help balance out her narrative.

 It’s clear you’ve thought about all this. Your character seems like a detailed, well rounded person. I think getting a beta reader would help reassure you that you’ve struck the right balance between showing the character’s symptoms, her pain and showing her getting on with and enjoying life.

 I hope that helps. :)

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Tattoos?

St. Van x Reader

Fluff

Summary: You’d always been told you’d find your soulmate soon. But what if you knew them already?

( @geumhyuksgold I hope you don’t die bc of this gif)

🖤 🖤 🖤

When you were younger you’d been told a lot that when you met your soulmate that you’d know. When you started seeing your friends meet their soulmates, you felt a little left out.

“Vannie this sucks.” You whined as your friends found their soulmate earlier today.

“I know, I know.” He said as he patted your head. “You’ll find them soon.” And you had no idea that he was right.

You and St. Van as you called him, and your other friends because when you were younger you couldn’t say his real name, had always been friends. You’d been neighbors and before that both of your parents had been friends before you were born. And then to add to that your older sister and his younger brother were soulmates. So you both had decided that you weren’t gonna show off your soulmate tattoos, since both of your parents had been hoping that you two would also be soulmates.

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After you’d started your freshman year of college, you seemed to find that there was a lot of people that hadn’t found their soulmate yet. Van had graduated before you had, so when you saw him again you were surprised.

When he told you that he wasn’t gonna go to college, but become an apprentice at a tattoo shop one of your shared friends owned, you were almost surprised. You knew that he could draw really well, but you thought he’d start drawing more. But you really shouldn’t have been that surprised when he had half his arm sleeve done. When he showed you the first tattoo he did, you were super proud. It was a flower tattoo, with water color behind it, it also had white in it to make the line work pop. 

The next tattoo he showed you was one he did for his crush. When he started to ask you how to ask her out, you started to feel like you did in high school. As time went on, you decided that you should just be happy that he liked someone, even though you’d had (should be read as still) a crush on him in high school. He told you all about how sweet and nice she was. She even helped him get more comfortable with certain styles and shade combinations.

When you saw that they’d started dating, you’d realized how big of a mistake you’d made.

“Well it’s your fault.” Lou said as he sat across from you. You were in class waiting for it to start. “You were the one who said that he should ask her out. And even told him how to do it.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes and you’re also the one who doesn’t have to worry about this because you’ve already found your soulmate.” Sighing, your professor walked in and started to teach.

After you class ended, Van had asked you to hang out with him. So you went to the cafe just off campus, only to be met with him and Jina. Smiling at him, greeting them both, you felt out of place. So when you got home that night, you were so happy you didn’t have to go to class until late tomorrow afternoon. You’d shed some tears, the feeling you had seeing all your friends in high school finding their soulmates.

Waking up you really just wanted to stay in bed all day. The loneliness you’d felt yesterday coming back with a vengeance. Lou walked into your room after you’d missed your class.

“You know, you can thank me later because I’m gonna let you borrow my notes from today.” He said as he pulled your desk chair over to your bed side. “I also know that you’re not feeling the greatest.” He ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to suppress the tears that wanted to fall.

“Thanks.” You sat up, rubbing your eyes and grabbing some paper to write the notes down quick.

“I also brought you some food.” You looked up at him. “Your roommate caught me when I was on the way to class. She said you didn’t look too good when you came home from hanging with Van yesterday and that you’d refused to get up when it was time for you to head to class.” You nodded, thanking him again quietly, and started to copy down the notes.

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It really shouldn’t have made you happy when Van and Jina broke up. She’d found her soulmate and had immediately broke up with him. When he’d texted you asking to come over, you were surprised. When he showed up, he had already cried all his tears out, but when you opened the door he started crying again. When he brokenly told you she’d broke up with him because she found her soulmate, your heart broke for him. You pulled him inside and let him cry on your shoulder. After he passed out on your chest, you decided on the one thing he’d been asking you for. You’d let him give you a tattoo.

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When you got to VAMPZ Tattoo Parlor you were ready to just cancel. You’d been with friends to watch them get tattoos, but you’d never gotten one. When you’d told Van that you were finally gonna let him give you a tattoo, he almost pulled you down to the shop so he could give it to you right then. He’d had this design for almost 2 years now, saying that it’d be perfect for you. So when you opened the door to see Lou sitting in the receptionist chair, you relaxed some.

“Hey Lou.” You smiled as you leaned against the counter.

“Hey Y/N.” He smiled back. “Thank god you’re here. Van hasn’t shut up since you told him you’d let him tattoo you.” You laughed loud as you heard a loud ‘shut up’ being yelled across the building. “Just fill these couple of forms out and I’ll go drag Van from where ever he’s at.”

After you finished the paperwork, you grew nervous again. You’d let him design the tattoo, not knowing what to get, and let him chose the place for you to get it. You trusted Van to not tattoo a dick on you, but knowing him he’d make it as realistic as possible. When you sat down on the chair, your nerves grew more. When he finally showed you the design, you gasped and almost told him that you couldn’t get this. It was a seashell, but the shell was almost iridescent colored. It was supposed to be the necklace Ariel had in the Little Mermaid since that was your favorite movie when you were growing up. It had an image of the beach inside of the shell, almost as if it was a reflection of what you were looking at. 

When he told you that he was gonna put it on your side, you completely forgot that your soulmate tattoo was on your side. So when you lifted your shirt up, he gasped and looked at you wide eyed.

“What?” You asked as you looked down, realizing that your soulmate tattoo was showing, you pulled you shirt down again.

“You have my name on your ribs.” He said quietly.

“Wait what?” You looked at him in surprise. Lifting the side of his shirt, there was your name on his side. You sat there in shock, realizing that your best friend, and small (read as big) crush was your soulmate.

“Uh.” Van said as he just looked at you. You both decided to talk about it after you finished the tattoo. So the awkward quiet was kinda unsettling since you’d been friends for forever, but now it almost felt like you were meeting a new person. When your tattoo was done you didn’t really want to leave, but you didn’t want to just leave. So when Van, or Geumhyuk, came up to you and asked if you wanted to go to the coffee shop you both liked, you knew that everything was going to be okay.

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When you came home from a long day of work you almost cried when you saw that he’d made dinner and was waiting for you to eat.

“Hey love.” He smiled, pulling you into a hug. “Yoonho texted me and said that you had a hard day today.”

“Bless him.” You said as you buried your face into his chest.

“Come on, dinner’s gonna get cold.” He pulled you into the dining room. “And afterwards I got the movie you’ve been wanting to watch so that we can climb in bed and watch it.” And this time you did burst into tears. Geumhyuk laughed and kissed the top of your head. “I know, I know. Let’s eat and then you can rest. Yoonho already said that you can have tomorrow off.” 

And you knew you already had the best soulmate in the world, but now you really knew.

(this one is to just kill Cerina 🖤)

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2. Whatis your latest fandom?

My latestfandom is Batman in terms of fic. There’s a wealth of reading material in it,and it is almost perfectly suited to my preference for brothers-relatedmaterial. There are also some very very very good writers to be found, and I’menjoying being able to consume in a large scale again, at least when I’m notsick of reading due to work.

3. Whatis the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

In termsof “this is my ideal place and I am never leaning,” absolutely Thunderbirds. It’salso a… very small fandom, and for a choosy consumer such as myself, that’sbeen a serious problem over the last year or two, what with the departure of alot of my favorite writers. Nevertheless, the world and the characters have embeddeddeep in my heart, and I’ll always be around somewhere in the fandom in one iterationor another.

5. Whichfandoms have your written fanfiction for?

A few! Ihave published fics for TRON: Legacy, Assassin’s Creed, FFVII, Star Wars, Sherlock,Thunderbirds, FFXV, and VLD.

As far asentirely unpublished fandoms… I have an enormous Merlin AU completelyoutlined, but I only wrote snippets of it. Too bad, because it was going to beSO GOOD. Alas, I am no good with monster projects, so it languishes, probablyforever. Unless I post the outline here. Hmm. I could do that…

7. Listyour NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Oh man. Well.Let’s see. Automatically anything incest or slash, they’re just not my mug ofpomegranate juice. Other than that, I’m relatively fluid when it comes topairings and tend to go in for anything that’s well-written and has dynamicsthat are to my taste, so I rarely hit upon pairings that make me nope entirely out.I tend to just not care about anything that doesn’t strike my fancy.

11. Whois your current OTP?

As notedabove, I am not a hardcore shipper. Favorite pairings come and go depending onmood and whether they’ve become boring due to overuse/overexposure/passage oftime or not. If I had to pick, I’d say I still default to Scott/Penny, though,because I’m still writing ’em.

13. Goon, who are your BroTPs?

Mostrecent fandoms only, in no particular order: Shiro & Pidge, Shiro &Hunk, Keith & Pidge, Keith & Hunk (VLD); Scott & Virgil, Scott& John, insert-all-possible-bro-combinations-here (TB); Dick & Jason,Jason & Stephanie, Jason & Cass, Cass & everyone, Jason & Damian(Batman).

17. Whatship have you written the most about?

I am stillinfluenced a ton by TOS, so as of the last five years, it’s Scott/Penny. They’rethe ultimate power couple, both heirs to enormous fortunes, and let’s face it:they look incredible on each other’s arm. The dynamics are lovely between them,very arch, very clever, and finding ways to make them relax around one anotheris just genuinely my favorite.

19. Anyships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Nyx/Araneafrom FFXV came out of the blue. I think I saw someone had written it once duringone of my only glances at the fandom’s AO3 section, and it lodged in my brain. Imean. I’ve read exactly one (1) fic for them and have written an equal numberof fics with them, and I don’t really think about them on my own time nowadays,but they did click with me, at least very briefly. I also super wasn’texpecting to like Shiro/Allura from VLD, but they touched hands in S2, and Idid that little flappy hand thing and made The Noise, and I knew I was InTrouble.

23. Whatfic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

See, I dothis thing. Where once I’ve posted a fic, I am disinclined to reread it withoutsome serious—usually external—prompting. Not because I hate it! But because I’vejust moved on to new ideas—that one has had all the hooks it had in my brainreleased by way of posting the story, and I don’t need to think about it anylonger. I’m not very interested in rewriting old material, although last week Idid reread Three Towels and a Tracy for the first time in a couple years, and Imade a few tiny tweaks to the AO3 version for improved readability. I edit soheavily while I initially write a story, though, that I really don’t leavemyself much room for editing/rewriting at a late date.

Arealistic answer would be “probably the first ten or so stories I posted becauseI know So Much More about writing, especially the technical elements, now thanI did then, and there are undoubtedly many missing/misplaced commas int them.”

29. Whatinspires you to write?

Sometimesit’s vivid mental images that I Must Put Into Words (an upcoming FFVII story);sometimes a piece of art or a song compels me to put words down. Imagery is abig thing in my writing, so it tends to be something visual that sparks aproject, although occasionally combinations of words just *sing* to be put downsomewhere. Truth told, I write for SS and no one else, so yeah, she’s myinspiration.

31. Doyou listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which bandor genre of music does it for you?

Music inand of itself rarely inspires me these days, with one notable exception, but I dousually listen to it while writing. Anything instrumental gets at least tried,but I lean toward film/game/TV scores (Hans Zimmer yaaaaaasssss), smooth jazz, epicproduction music, and some electronic music. If music is too much for onereason or another, I will pull up a soundscape generator—myNoise is amazing; I’vebeen all over the Black Hole soundscape recently—and let that run on animatefor an hour or two.

37. Doyou use established canon characters, or do you create OCs?

I alwaystry to write canon characters unless it’s necessary to create a person for aspecific scenario. OCs can be hard to connect with unless you’re very good at makingreaders care, so they’re a bit risky. I know I prefer to read about canoncharacters, though, so that drives my thinking when I create plots/scenarios.

41. Listand link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

@preludeinz is just… one of the best writers you’re ever going to find. The way she’sable to take literally any scenario or characters and make them interestingbaffles me even years into knowing her, and you will not find a better writer todescribe clothing. She’s as brilliant at handling character interactions as sheis at describing lasagna food. Also, her dialogue is A++

lurkinglurkerwholurksis another complete package. Everything about their writing is engaging andfeels so polished, and they have an enviable ability to capture characters’ voices.I’m constantly blown away by the quality of their work, and I’m waiting withbated breath for the next chapter of Nature and Nurture.

@headspacedad writes some of the best stream of consciousness I’ve encountered. The firstchapter of their story Falling took my breath away, and subsequent updatescontinue to knock the air out of me. Writing a character who’s lost a primarysense is no easy feat, but they make it incredibly easy, and indeed the storyis so rich with details that it’s 100% better that way.

If youwant a writer who’s going to challenge you with each chapter, each scene, eachparagraph, each sentence, pollywantsa is absolutely the writer for you. I’mperhaps a tiny bit traumatized by one particular work, but in general every storyis worth reading. There’s a sense of weight to each piece, a gravity that goesbeyond fandom trappings and sinks into your very bones, lives like mercury inthe bottoms of your lungs, dragging you down into the unshakable truths that areinescapably human. Real people make wrong decisions, destroy other people orthemselves; they are crude and profane and selfish and so very beautiful intheir imperfections, and polly will remind you of that with each tone-perfectword they’ve laid down.

Roundingout the list is @velkynkarma. Unusual stories and unique situations that I neverwould have considered reading are some of my favorite stories because of VK’sskill at finding the engaging threads to pull into the light. Space mouse vsCoran? Amazing. Keith + space mouse shenanigans? Incredible. Zarkon + eldritchhorror? Terrifying but so engaging. Slav and Sven AU? Worthy of popcorn. Heapsof Shiro angst? Sign me up. The high quality of both storytelling and technicalskill are not to be missed, and every new story and chapter updated is a TREAT.

(honorarymention: @deepwaterstars for being the sunbeam to my moonbeam <3)

43. Whatship do you feel needs more attention?

Uh… I’mnot sure tbh. I’m not a “shipper,” and I tend to read gen fic as a wholesalerule. I wouldn’t mind seeing a bit more Virgil/Penny, I guess?

47. Doyou leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/why not?

Mmmm.See. This is the thing I’m trying to get better about. Because I tend to go ALLIN when I comment and drop a solid 300–500 words, and that takes time, even ifthe words are flowing. I find it hard to write something more modest, because Iknow exactly how much I drool over the writers who leave me enormous comments,and I want to give them the same feelings. I tend to only comment whensomething has truly moved me, especially since I’ve tried to move on from the unasked-forcritique-style reviews. Maybe one day I’ll find a happy middle ground.

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survey #133

When did you last drink coffee? I've never truly drank coffee, just tried it a few times and thought it was disgusting each instance.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing. Yesterday, a little bit. My sister posted something on Facebook that's happened at work over the past week or so, and it just warmed my fucking heart so much and reminded me yet again my sister is a real-life superhero, like very literally.

What was the last beach you visited and when? Carolina Beach, more than likely. Maaaaaaany years ago.

What book do you plan to read next? The next WoF book is Darkness of Dragons, the last book in this specific arc.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Uh the first one that actually came to mind was Violet from The Incredibles haha, primarily as a teenager though. As I am now, I majorly relate to the character Clearsight in the WoF series, probably more than any other fictional character I've encountered. I resonate quite a bit with Kiara from TLK too, always wanting peace and to follow her heart no matter what.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of. Uh there's milk, yogurt, cheese, water, I'm sure lunch meat, lettuce and I think other veggies, condiments, etc. Our fridge is actually pretty full right now, definitely more than usual.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be? Absolutely Nana Qi, much more popularly known as puffygator in online spaces. She makes THE cutest art I've ever seen absolutely anywhere, I am a ginormous fan of her work and I think if anyone has any chance of making me look even REMOTELY cute, it's her, haha. I basically BEG you to check her out.

Do you smell anything in particular right now? No.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse] I personally make zero money, so. My mom doesn't though, we're technically considered impoverished. We survive solely off her disability right now. I'm trying so damn hard to find a job so I can actually be financially useful.

What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing! I just like my hair, or at least how healthy it is and its general style. Not happy with the color right now, but.

What would you like to tell your father? I wish I saw you more. It's not just his fault, though.

What would you like to tell your mother? Thank you for absolutely everything you do to keep me safe, happy, and healthy.

Whose was the last wedding you went to? Bethany and Spencer's as the photographer.

What is your greatest fear? Living alone on the streets.

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? I think depression is the longest-lasting and the one that has most heavily affected my life.

What was your college major? If applicable. It changed between Game Design, Photography, Wildlife Biology, and then Art/Photography again.

What new place have you been to recently? Nowhere, lol. I basically never go to new places.

What are you a geek about? Meerkats, Silent Hill, tarantulas, snakes, Rammstein if u didn't already kno, Shadow of the Colossus, other stuff. But those listed are the primary topics I can think of where if you bring them up I will share E V E R Y T H I N G I know under the sun about them lmfao

What is something you have no patience for? Anti-LGBTQ+ opinions and behaviors. Like you are immediately JUST garbage to me.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? None realistically, bit too personal an occasion for someone I don't personally know at all. Well, unless it was like, Bindi Irwin lmao, I would take basically any opportunity to get to know her and be friends. It'd be a lot less awkward of an idea because she's not a celebrity that I "like" in a romantic/sexual sense, either, I just think she's fucking incredible and such an icon of love and goodness.

Are you happy with your weight? Hell fucking no, sick and tired of it.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose? Over three years ago when my niece Emerson was born.

How many cats do you have? One.

How many dogs do you have? One.

How many other pets do you have? One (champagne ball python).

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I haven't yet, and I don't really think I ever will just with how fucking terrified I am of driving; it's just a fear I don't think I can conquer. I COULD NOT survive killing someone if I was involved in a car crash, like I'd just straight-up fucking kill myself. My panic makes me a dangerously passive driver, and people who know they can't drive in a safe, confident (NOT to be confused with aggressive) manner don't need to be on the road. I'm very well aware of how inconveniencing it is for others that I can't drive, especially with where I live (public transport really isn't a regular or widespread thing), but I'd prefer to not kill or cripple somebody.

What year did you graduate high school? 2014.

What is the first number of your zip code? Two.

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Zero.

What is your favorite number? Honestly don't really have one. I like the dark myths of the number 13, but I don't have a strong fondness for it or anything.

How many kids do you want? IF I have children, I can't visualize a world where I have more than two.

How many apartments have you lived in? As an official, legal resident, zero, but basically two.

What age do people say you look? Very early 20s. Actually the artist who did my new tattoo thought I was like, literally 19 lmfao thanks I guess

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are? For the most part. I'm confident my mom fully does, but idk about the others.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are? Yes. I have more liberty in picking my friends; if my friends that I choose aren't willing to accept me, uh bye, our "friendship" is a waste of time.

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? The psychiatrist that very literally turned my life around when I began my partial hospitalization program. I stayed with him for many years until insurance made it so I could no longer see him. This is actually what resulted in me being hospitalized again last March; I was so devastated and scared of leaving the ONE mental health professional that REALLY made a difference for me that I became suicidal again. He is an incredible professional with what seemed like a totally unending well of medical knowledge. In the same hospital, when I did the PHP a second time, the therapist that most regularly worked with me was my favorite I've ever had as well; I totally desperately wanted to stay with him once the program was over, but sadly he worked exclusively in that. I wanna emphasize I've been seeing psychiatrists and therapists since the 7th grade (who are around 12 or 13, and I'm 27 now), like I've seen SO FUCKING MANY, so calling you my favorite carries an insane amount of weight.

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger? Yes actually, while driving. It was a truck of teenage boys and when they (illegally) passed, multiple of them stuck their hand out the window to do it. My mom was fucking furious lmao, she did it right back.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? Not many that I have a personal problem against; most are actually people my mother has asked me to block for a variety of reasons so they have no tabs on my family's lives. Then there's random people who've sent random suspicious or gross messages.

Do you consider yourself spiritual? To a degree. Like I do believe some sort of soul/"essence" of us exists, but that's the end of it. I know nothing about that realm or even if it really exists at all, and I worship nothing or hold nothing as truly holy or whatever.

Do you consider yourself religious? Absolutely not.

Are you afraid of spiders? No, not really; I actually love spiders, especially tarantulas, but I'm not going to pretend that if a big spider just randomly went down my arm I wouldn't freak out for a second, just because I hadn't been expecting it and most of my life I was scared of spiders, so the instinct to be startled is still there.

Are you afraid of snakes? I absolutely adore snakes with all my heart.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? Not exactly; I think everyone knows I like men and women, but I'm sure there are family members who'd still call me bi because they don't know I later realized I was really pan, AND I know there are a number who don't even know what pansexuality is lmao.

What is one thing you find offensive? Using the word "retarded" to insult someone's intelligence. My respect for you will fucking PLUMMET.

Do you often post about politics on social media? I share lots of political posts, yes.

Would you ever want to go back to school? I just can't do that. I've dropped out three times already, I can't keep pouring money straight down the drain.

What are three things you are naturally good at? Writing, bonding with animals, and I suppose seeing things in an artistic way?

What are three things you are NOT naturally good at? Socializing/talking confidently, asking for help (this does depend though), and thinking more with my head than my heart.

Is your dream to get married and have kids? No, my dream is to be happy with and proud of myself and feel like I made even a tiny difference in the world. I'd be bummed if I never do get married, but it's not my dream.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? It goes in the laundry basket.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair? Idk, it'd very likely depend on how I look as a whole. I do know I love guys with long hair though, so I'd probably at least have longer hair... maybe. Part of the reason I keep mine short now is because I was bad at brushing it even nearly enough, so I'd probably have that problem as a man too.

Last person you hugged? It was either Girt, his mom, or his sister before leaving his place on Saturday.

How is the weather right now? It's sunny and WAY too motherfucking hot; my weather app says 86*F right now, disgusting.

Are you missing someone? I miss Girt really bad.

What is the wallpaper on your cell phone? Lock screen is artwork of Till Lindemann with the "Engel" wings prop, home screen is insanely cute meerkat artwork.

What do you have handy at your bedside? A lamp. If Girt's staying the night that's also where I put my phone.

What is your dad's middle name? John.

What is your mom's middle name? Marie.

First thing you'll save in a fire? If my mom is in there, I'm making sure she gets out first. If she's not, then I'd probably run and get Venus out of her terrarium first and then immediately look for Roman. I think I'd go for Venus first just because she's in a cage and is also a ball python so she wouldn't be going anywhere and is therefore super easy to find, while I'm sure Roman would probably be frantically running around or like paralyzed in a hiding spot. Really I wouldn't be surprised if Roman found a way out himself if there's an open window or door, being a cat. Deep hatred for this question btw lmao

[okimargarvez]

COOL IN THE POOL

Original title: Cool in the pool.

Prompt: cool, swimming, jealousy.

Warning: none.

Genre: comedy, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot, part 13 of 365 pills of Garvez canon life.

Legend: 💑😘.

Song mentioned: none.

  GARVEZ STORIES

COOL IN THE POOL

There are still some things that Luke doesn’t understand about Penelope; for example, why she wants to go to the pool so much if she has never learned to swim. Of course, here the surface is completely transparent and the water is up to her neck at most, however... It still hasn’t sense. Naturally, for the occasion she decided to wear the sexiest costume she has: purple with lilac stripes, a cross in the upper part that is more highlighted, while the lower half is simpler but not less provocative. And he, just as obviously, can only find himself with the pair of tightest shorts he has. Quantico, big problems are expected.

-I can't reach, Pen. Why Cinthya and you come here every weekend, if neither one of you can swim?- he tries again, trying to keep up with her. She is strangely in a hurry, walking as if her life depended on it. And she doesn’t wear her usual glasses but daily contact lenses.

She raises a hand to silence him and she crosses the threshold, immediately lighting up with joy. -There!- she exclaims, talking to herself. He reaches her.

-What?- but then he understands where his girlfriend's gaze is headed. A dark-haired man, his hair lighter than his, smooth and short, his body dry, his eyes green, his t-shirt and his costume red. The lifeguard. And he understands that the right question would be who she was looking for and not what. -Penelope!- he tries to use a reproachful tone.

-What ?- she stops staring at the man and spreads their towel on the grass, in the second row. In a moment she make the sundress disappear and puts on the obligatory swim cap. -Oh, yes, it would definitely be worth drowning.- she comments, still as if she was not conscious of the person next to her. She even bites her lips and passes her tongue over it. Gladly Luke would crushed her against the lawn to refresh her memory.

-Penelope, do you realize what you're saying?- it's easy for him to undress and wears the cap. He realizes that some girls, some a little too young, seem to show interest to him, and wink. Maybe they believe that the blonde is just his friend, his step sister... and the lifeguard might also think it. It is necessary to remedy immediately.

-Luke!- she squeaks, but half of the man's name is absorbed by his mouth pressed against hers greedily. -What are you doing?- from the corner of the eye he sees the girls shake their heads. The message has arrived to someone. Luke shrugs.

-Kiss my girlfriend. What's wrong?- he enjoys her annoyed expression. After a moment Penelope starts to enter the pool. He follows her and looks at her body as white as milk diving into the limpid surface. Why does every image with her as protagonist immediately become erotic in his mind? She shudders as her nipples stiffen. -Cold?- he asks, appearing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Action with double effect: cover a clear "problem", but at the same time increase and preserve its hardness. She also seems to have noticed it.

-Uh, Alvez, you seem to me pretty hot...- he plunges, hoping that cold water can calm his hot spirits. He smiles at the implicit praise. -But you're not the only one, today.- she stares at the lifeguard again, and Luke wonders what he has more than him, what attracts her so much. He hears a feeling he is not particularly used to, combined with another sensation, far more familiar. Competitive spirit.

-You're really bad, Pen.- he tells her, before starting to get serious. She watches him swim, the muscular arms perform a series of strokes until he reaches the opposite side of the pool, just where the cute lifeguard is sitting. She chuckles, considering his reaction. When she moves her gaze again in the last point where she had seen him, she can no longer find him. The obligation of the swim cap makes everyone more anonymous. Maybe it's the one next to the edge or...

-Ah!- she feels dragging down, pulled by her legs. The panic immediately seizes her, and it doesn’t even leave her when she recognizes her assailant. She opens her eyes underwater and they re-emerge together. She hardly catches her breath. -Are you crazy?- perhaps she hasn’t talked to him enough about her fear of drowning.

-It was just a joke, baby. And maybe a little bit a revenge.- he says quietly.

-Revenge for what? You don’t like not being the only cool guy in the situation, eh?- she exclaims, recovering confidence now that her feet are anchored to the bottom again. -I thought that thanks to Morgan you were prepared at this moment.- they move in a quieter corner.

-Morgan is another thing. I resigned myself to the fact that you look at him as statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder, but I didn’t think that... that I would have to deal with others Morgan.- he seems extremely insecure and this warms her. -I know that it is not something that is realistically possible, but I would like to be the only man who makes you dizzy.- he raises his eyes until he meets the female ones.

-Hey, honey, maybe you'll never be the only man I consider attractive, but think about this: you're the only one who can see me naked, or just wake up, with hair messed up, the only one for which I overcame my fear of cohabitation, the only one in whose arms I can fall asleep.- Luke shakes his head, feeling stupid. -It's comforting to know that even those like you can have inferiority conflicts.- she teases him.

-I didn’t feel inferior to that one.- he notice that he is looking at them, or maybe he is staring at Penelope. -I have something that he can’t even dream of.- he approaches her, who seems to ask him in silence what he is referring to. -You, you silly.- he smears a kiss on her lips and she can’t help but kisses him back.

-What are you doing? You will traumatize the children!- they both laugh, embracing each other.

-Just marking my territory.- she opens her eyes wide and then submerges him with splashes. -You want in on this?- she nods, before fleeing backwards, until she notices that she no longer touches and is forced to end up directly in his arms, like a fish fallen into a net. -It wasn’t so difficult. You wave the white flag?- she is clearly annoyed, but also amused.

-We transfer the battle in another territory and we are going to see who is whining the surrender.- she answers proudly. Luke takes a last look at the lifeguard and then nods. He raises Penelope in his arms, in the style of the newlyweds, and deposits her on their towel. She rolls her eyes. -Do you always has to show how strong and macho you are?- he laughs, frees his hair from the cap and with a quick gesture even those of his partner.

-You are fucking sexy, Pen.- he snarls, covering himself just in time with the towel.

-Mmm, you're okay, too.- she looks first at the man with the red shorts and then her own boyfriend. -Ok, definitely cool, but I don’t want you to flatter yourself, Newbie.- she understands instantly that she made an unforgivable mistake. -Luke!-

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[the-apocryphal-one]

Sooo, speaking of mods for skyrim, can you give me a list of ones i should get? i have the Special edition, and i've only ever played the game on Xbox. I'd like something to make my Nord PC pretty. and the graphics.

hoooooooooo boy. *deep breath*

First of all, definitely get Nexus Mod Manager, it’s a lifesaver when it comes to downloading, installing, and organizing mods. For the mods themselves…

THE UNOFFICIAL SKYRIM PATCH: 

Get this. No questions asked. It fixes so many bugs. It deserves its own topic, that’s how vital it is.

Graphics:

I use a combination of Total Character Makeover (for basic character creation) and Diversity (for the rest of Skyrim) to make everybody look good, but still unique and lore-friendly. No anime to be found here! Load TCM first and have Diversity at the bottom of your load order, and it’ll work fine.

I also like Northborn Scars for the scar textures and some new scars (like burns). Just load it after TCM and before Diversity.

For kids, there’s RS Children Overhaul, which is really good but needs patches for like…everything. I’d install that last (so you know what you want to patch) but move it to first in your load order.

ApachiiSkyHair adds more hairs than I care to count to character creation. I’m not a fan of all of them, but a lot of mods have it as a requirement (including the above-mentioned Diversity), and some of the options are really nice. I also like KSHairdos.

For general graphics (objects, nature, etc), there’s Static Mesh Improvement Mod, Realistic Water, Skyrim Flora Overhaul, Enhanced Blood Texture, Vivid Weathers, Better Shaped Weapons, Book Covers Skyrim, and Enhanced Lights.

Footprints is a nice little touch-up mod that has you leave footprints in the snow!

Realistic Ragdolls and Forces tones down some of the over-the-top flopping people do when they’re ragdolled by Fus Ro Dah or killed in general.

UI:

SkyUI fixes the UI to be more friendly for a PC-user, since the original is more suited to those on the XBox.

Overhauls:

Everything by EnaiSioin, but especially Ordinator. Ordinator is a perk rehaul system that makes so many builds available. Want to play a cleric-type? The Restoration tree now has perks that let your spells burn with sacred fire, or perks for a plague doctor. Necromancer? Conjuration has separate perks for Necromancy, Bound Weapons, and Summoning. Useless trees in vanilla, like Pickpocket and Speech, are completely re-hauled–Speech especially is tied to your Thu’um, so you can make Shout-specific builds.

The rest of Enai’s stuff is also great; Thunderchild adds more Shouts (it’s where I got the snowstorm one) and more objects for Shout builds. Wildcat is a combat overhaul that adds things like injuries and makes it a lot more challenging. Sacrosant overhauls vampires, Andromeda overhauls Standing Stones, Imperious overhauls races, Apocalypse adds over a hundred new spells…look just get everything from him.

Immersion:

Immersive Citizens and Run For Your Lives, in combination, improve the AI of friendly NPCs. Now you no longer have an unarmored, dagger-wielding blacksmith charging the rampaging dragon.

Immersive Patrols does exactly what it says, it adds more patrols for the various factions–Dawnguard, Civil War, Thalmor (ambush time bitches!). It also makes the Civil War feel more like a war; if Stormcloak and Imperial patrols cross paths, they’ll fight, and you often run into such fights while travelling.

Frostfall, Campfire, and INeed together form a great “survival mode”, if you’re a fan of Fallout’s. Skyrim’s wilderness feels deadly in the far north, and even in the south/middle is still something to be respected. Now you have to worry about eating, sleeping, and staying warm.

Armors and Weapons:

Immersive Armors adds a lot of beautiful, lore-friendly armors to the game, including the one my character is wearing (Apotheus Armor) and the one she has her eye on (Ritual Armor of Boethiah).

Cloaks of Skyrim adds cool GoT-style cloaks and capes to the game! They also help with the Frostfall-survival package above.

Zim’s Immersive Artifacts buffs up the underpowered artifacts in the game, and makes some unique ones when appropriate–for example, in vanilla, becoming Thane nets you a generic weapon. With this, you get something unique and good.

Gameplay:

Ars Metallica Smithing Enhancement adds more things to smithing, like arrows, lets you melt down unwanted armor and weapons, and grants experience for smelting or forging leather. It definitely helps with leveling up this tree (like say, getting to the 90 you need for dragonbone/dragonscale armor and weapons).

Sneak Tools SE is the mod I mentioned, that let me commit crimes without getting a bounty if I was masked. It also adds a bunch of useful stuff if you want to do a thief-type build, like fire or noisemaker arrows.

Other:

Cutting Room Floor adds back a bunch of cut content into the game (for example, if you join the Companions, Aela can be the one on your mission in Proving Honor, and has a whole lot of her own dialogue), and is just really nice.

The Choice is Yours. Are you like me and hate having your journal fill with quests you don’t want to complete, just because you overheard something? This changes that. You have to choose to pursue a quest for it to pop up in your journal, they’re no longer added automatically.

Achievement Mod Enabler. For some stupid reason, Bethesda decided that modding your game meant no more achievements. Well, now you can have your cake and eat it too.

Better Dialogue Controls does what it says, makes dialogue easier to navigate so you don’t accidentally click the wrong option and get mobbed by the guards you wanted to surrender to.

Relationship Dialogue Overhaul adds thousands of voiced lines to make your relationship with NPCs feel less bland and repeat-y. Rivals, friends, spouses, have much more to say. It also fixes dialogue bugs!

The Paarthurnax Dilemma. What’s that, Delphine? You want me to kill my friendly dragon mentor or you’ll withdraw your support? Screw you, I’m the Dragonborn and you obey me! Basically lets you put your foot down on that whole quest, keep your mentor, and keep your Blades.

Hearthfire Multiple Adoptions. Look I’m a softy and I hate that there are four orphans in the cold but I can only adopt two. Now you can adopt up to six!

I, uh…I have a lot more, but I tried to tone it down to just what I’d recommend for everyone. Basically, I excluded followers, guild overhauls, new guilds, smaller mods, and what I’d call “HARD difficulty” stuff (like overhauling the economy to be against me and oh my gosh I’m so poor). If you have any questions or want recommendations for other things, feel free to ask about them. But this is basically what I’d recommend for a beginner.

[luminousbeansarewe]

i'm going to be an astrology gay bc this post totally suggests a buncha their signs via the ruling celestial bodies and uh, it totally checks out

Anakin - Leo - ego, performance, seeks validation, draws attention, joyful in their element, inspiring (this is perfect tbh even Vader is a drama queen and leaves a hella impression)

Padme - Cancer - caretaker, empathetic, emotionally motivated, needs reciprocity (secret wife? intense philanthropist? died of a broken heart?)

Obi Wan - Virgo - particular, dedicated, nurturing in a less cozy way, fond of rules and systems, seeking the best version of everything around them (he just wants everything to be like it's supposed to be!!! he tries so hard!! you were the chosen one Anakin!!!)

Leia - Taurus - stubborn, consistent, seeking groundedness, committed, secretly soft (she never gives up on the rebellion effort even post-empire and you know where she'll be)

Luke - Aries - impulsive, passionate, confident even when they maybe shouldn't be, direct, determined, frustrated by details (literally tell me he's not the most baby and the most badass at the same time)

Ahsoka - ok Ceres doesn't rule any sign and astrologically she rules harvest and home stuff BUT she also rules grief and seperation, as Persephone's mom, and independence and seasonal changes. this is totally fit for Ahsoka's story! but for her personality i would pick Gemini, because she is a quick learner, outgoing, adaptable to the point of unpredictability, intelligent, flaky at times, and unsure of her own identity (she flaked on the entire jedi order do not @ me)

Yoda - Sagittarius - philosophical, restless/traveller, idealistic, kind of a troll, seeker of knowledge and its higher meaning, curious (he's overcome some of the baby, goofy Sag traits after 800 years lol)

Mace - Capricorn - relentless, hard worker, realistic to the point of pessimism, secretly sensitive, disciplined (this dude remade and entire lightsaber fighting style to make both the light and the dark side work for him, like are u kidding)

Qui Gon - Aquarius - eccentric, rebellious, assertive, humanitarian, easy going even at weird times, analytical (y'all he drove the council nuts for a reason)

Ezra - Pisces - impressionable/overly trusting, imaginative, intuitive, pleasure seeking, moody (umm... he always connects to animals and ends up chill with both Maul and Hondo i rest my case)

Sideous - Scorpio - ambitious, possessive, secretive, powerful, preoccupied with death (as a scorp myself, Palps is all the worst traits combined lol)

star wars + planet symbolism (insp)

[mrsbluebertgreggleson]

I just woke up from this really great series of SPN dreams I desperately want to turn out to be a prophecy of what’s to come in the next season.

So, this is the one that me hooked. I was dreaming up an episode of SPN. They were investigating something and somehow this old historical house landed on their radar. Cass goes to check it out, and who should be there but ANNA!!! dressed in a very obvious attempt at her old outfit that was still not quite her old outfit!!! (my dream self later in the dream would think, “It’s pretty clear they lost or threw out her old outfit ages ago, but why try badly to replicate it when they can just create a new outfit and not draw notice to it?”) Anna and Cass had apparently a very snippy back-and-forth in which they both delivered their lines so quickly I had no idea what they were saying despite watching them very intently. To be fair though, my dream self WAS whooping and squee-screaming in radiant joy that Anna was returned, even if I was disappointed that they weren’t giving our the quality, beautiful Anna/Cass interactions of S4. I put that down to the writers just being very bad. I found out later it was supposed to have had a lot of sexual tension in it?

Cass apparently told Sam and Dean Anna was back, because apparently Sam voiced his enthusiasm for Anna/Dean endgame and Dean drove over to where she was like a bat out of hell, which I was SUPER confused by despite being a huge Anna!girl, like. Wait, why is Sam shipping his brother/the girl who tried to kill them all (particularly Sam himself) last they saw her? Why is Dean randomly acting like he’s as much a huge Anna!girl as I am, when [see point raised in prior sentence]? During this part, I put it down to that in-universe Anna said something to quash that issue and Cass passed it on, and that the writers for this episode were just really bad and possibly hadn’t read Anna’s complete entry on the Super-wiki. Anna was standing on the second floor of this house and Sam and Dean came in and noticed her (Gen’s intro in “The French Mistake”-style) and Anna descended the stairs and then it ends with like her standing really close to Dean and grabbing his hands. And I was like, “oh, SHIT, I think they did bring her back as Dean’s endgame, people are going to be SO MAD” and I checked online and YUP people were complaining that Anna/Cass was also being teased like the writers wanted to test it and see who they liked her best with? and people were SO MAD about this love triangle and this particular character returning, they were LOSING THEIR SHIT, and I was also LOSING MY SHIT but in delight because Anna was back IN CANON MOTHERFUCKERS and that meant I could no longer criticize this particular season of the show no matter how shitty it got.

And then I woke up. And laid there awhile staring up at the ceiling, feeling all my excitement drain away, and was just kind of sadly like, “Oh.” This is the second time my own dreams tricked me into believing Anna was coming back, but this time it felt more realistic because the writing was bad and people went apeshit online. And I was like. “FUCK IT, I’m going back in to get me another taste of a better world in which Anna is canonically alive.”

Dream #2 revealed that Anna had escaped from this afterlife world (Purgatory?) with a serrated-teeth bite on her arm that made her faint in the episode (this was a new episode in my dream) and was implied to be slowly killing her. “Uh-oh, you better not. You better NOT kill this literal angel right after you brought her back!” said Dream!MrsBluebertGreggleson. Anna was now living in this decrepit old house (without any electricity or lights? Anna, baby, no) and getting visits from Sam/Dean/Cass (still without lights? Anna, baby, no, don’t let them see how you live) and maybe it was her parents’s abandoned house? She was applying to go back and finish school again like Sam at the start of S8 (that’d be funny if she did just get back from Purgatory and she was combining bits of Sam and Dean’s S8 plots, lol) because she wanted to go back to being human and was ignoring the bite problem and it was all very dramatic. The dream then also showed Ramiel from that one episode of S11 coming back as well and finding out that Sam has Azazel’s blood and regarding him as part of their family because of that. My dream self was very confused by why this particular one-off character got brought back, but I did like him because he was a more evil badass demon in his episode and I was happy that they had him notice that plot point, so I was overall pretty happy with his return too. Except at some point he was “torturing” them by standing next to a perfectly good recycling bin and throwing perfectly recyclable items into the trash instead with this big evil grin while Sam and I screamed “NOOOO!” together, both helpless to stop this horrible, horrible man from not recycling and helping the planet when he coulda.

I woke up again, somewhat annoyed because the whole reason I liked Ramiel  as a new evil badass was destroyed and he got turned into a jokey villain. I still wanted to see how Anna’s return and Ramiel seeing Sam as family would shake out, so I went back to sleep. My dream tried to give me some other bullshit dream instead, and I refused it and willed it back to this weird AU-verse, where apparently Ramiel was going to bring either Human!Bela or Demon!Bela back into the game to do something for him. My dream self is making like a list of all these episodes with their 4-6 word titles I can no longer remember, like “Okay, Anna returned in THIS one, for some reason Ramiel returned in THIS one, and Bela is going to return in THIS one... what a weird season of resurrecting characters, this seems like overkill, idk what’s going on here.” (Now I can justify it as buildup to THE REAL Apocalypse, like the dead shall rise again and whatever.) Maybe I was criticizing its logic too much and hurt its feelings because the dream ended without any more plot or Anna appearing. :( I would’ve dived right back in (and would’ve done it a total of 22 times for a whole season of Anna and other characters coming back), but it was appallingly late at that point. Still confused why the dream!writers picked Ramiel as the demon they brought back instead of, uh, how about just bring back Azazel himself? or Alastair, he was another good creepy one. Meg in a new host body (since Rachel wouldn’t be able to play her, and these dreams were very realistic to the showmaking apparently) or since they were bringing back Anna and Bela, just complete the trend of bringing back largely despised young female characters and resurrect Ruby.

See? I can’t help but criticize SPN’s writing even when it’s all just part of my dream.