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yell0wsalt · 3 months

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Linzin canon or Linzin second chances?

As long as they’d be endgame, that’d be my life blood.

HOWEVER, when deciding between the two, I would have to vote for Linzin canon.

There were years when she was getting screwed over by her relationships with her family and her romantic relationship slowly crumbling. She needed a break!

Let’s think more on her relationship with Tenzin. Try to stay with me bc I know this will likely have raggedy flow, but anyways—

I am one of the biggest fans of child-free Linzin. Childless is a deeper subject that one can roll with, but them feeling like they can be free in a relationship without kids in general I thoroughly enjoy. That you don’t need children to have a fulfilling life. Being able to spend your life with your partner is what matters most.

With them specifically, it’s their own struggles and pressures when it comes to a legacy I think about a lot when it comes to their relationship. Lin being the daughter of one of, if not the greatest Earth benders alive. And Tenzin, him being a son of the Avatar and the sole Air bender of Aang and Katara’s kids.

Tenzin, not only had to cope with the stress of carrying a whole culture’s history and practices when his father died, but then there’s the question:

What’s going to happen when Tenzin dies?

Cue the looming thought of kids getting darker and heavier over the two.

He was at the time in a long term relationship with Lin, and surely she had similar thoughts running through her mind.

In general with the Avatar verse, the passing on of “bending genes” isn’t so clear, so with Linzin it’s hard to stay what kind of benders their kids would be, if any.

That’s a lot of stress and anxiety for a couple going through the grieving process and one member of the relationship not wanting children (something I want to respect and keep in mind with this argument) and the other likely worried about air bender children.

If they were canon, that would mean amidst everything, Tenzin was able to face his struggles with asserting his own identity and not necessarily giving into societal expectations.

He chose her.

Over everything.

That’s an incredibly serious and powerful gesture.

Taking a step back to go to the show when Lin destroyed ATI, it was more than blind rage of being cast aside for a “younger model who’d want to have his kids.” But also a destruction of the institution that contributed to forcing her and Tenzin apart.

That’s awful. Them being canon would be an answer to those expectations.

There may or may not be issues with the events of Harmonic Convergence and Jinora being a key element in how it turned out, but let’s not talk about that 💀 Butterfly effect so who knows what would happen.

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Now let’s look at post canon Linzin. I am a sucker for second chance love stories and people getting together later in life. Tenzin would have gotten the children he wanted and eventually be with the person he loves. And Lin had the time and space to heal from her own issues and be with the one she loves. Plus, she’s done well as a mother-figure to a lot of the kids/young adults. Whether she cares to admit it or not, so props to her.

It would be interesting to see how their lives would meld together after the years apart and taking on a more maternal role to Tenzin’s bio-kids.

In short, post canon Linzin is cute and intriguing, but them being canon all the way will have me sobbing in a grocery store parking lot.

Ask me anything

#thank you this was a fun ask!! 😃#I still have other jumbled thoughts about Kataang and Linzin parallels with children #But I’ve rambled too much #Linzin #lin beifong #tenzin #that second pic is me to you asking this question. love you! 😙

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reds-writings · 2 months

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Hey!!! I wanted to start this out by saying that your writings for Rust has been nothing short of amazing ! There aren't enough fics out there for Rust, and yours have honestly been getting me through it.

Now, idk if this is the type of ask you were looking for, but with Old Man Rust, especially when he was in Alaska all that time- I've always wondered the details about his time out there (besides the obvious/what we already know). I mean- it's Rust we're talking about, and that poor tortured man...it couldn't have been great.

I know he spent most of his childhood up there alone with his father and such, but this time around? After everything happened? I've always assumed his self-isolation was probably at the highest it'd ever been, especially with how he talked about it.

Idk- I've always wanted to know his thoughts/feelings about so many different scenes/things within the show, but this is definitely one of the biggest ones. Even if you relate it to the jj universe- I think adding a partner adds layers to my curiosity on his experience/thoughts/feelings. I know when you answered that fluff prompt ask, them being away from each other for all that time was talked about; he still loves her very much, and is incredibly troubled about all of it.

Anyways! I feel like I've gotten a bit carried away, so I'll stop before I keep going 💀. You definitely don't need to feel obligated to respond or spend time on this, but know that your contribution to the true detective community on here is greatly appreciated 🥺.

Howdy! I love this ask!! The more detailed the more fun! And thank you so much for the love ahhh!!

(this will include some spoilers ahead for the JJ universe pls don't kill me lol)

I love the dissection of Rust's reasoning for returning to Alaska, of all places, after the big fight of 02. My fave idea being that he did it as a form of self-punishment for taking part in hurting his only companions in Louisiana. Applying these events to the JJ universe: the incident with Maggie will still be taking place sadly. But hear me out!!!!

In 02 with the resurgence of the Yellow King/Carcosa Rust easily found himself obsessively spiraling back into the Dora Lange case. With all the frustration and lack of support from the department (and Marty), he resorts back to nastier habits and ways of regarding those around him with JJ!Reader unfortunately being in the crossfire more often than not. It places a heavy strain on the relationship to the point where she reaches a breaking point bc tbh he is not being a very good partner at all (stress and frustration can only be an excuse for so long). They break up with her telling him to practically get it together if he wants them to ever continue but of course, shit just spirals more out of control with his hurt and anger so of course it reaches its crescendo with him having to quit then Maggie using their incredible emotional vulnerability to an advantage which he ends up regretting immediately of course because even if he's not currently with JJ!Reader it's no less of a pathetic form of betrayal.

When the fight goes down and he loses Marty it's one thing. Seeing the reader and the tie between them being severed completely with no one else but himself to blame is just about as close to dying as he'll get in that moment. He shit on her trust once and for all and took a friend from her in the process. He knows that there can be no forgiveness even if he were to beg with whatever last bit of reverence he had or sell his sorry soul.

Alaska is a bitterly lonely time for him and from tidbits he mentions in the show he didn't do much to change that loneliness while he was away. Circling back to before I think it was his way of extreme penance and if it weren't for another resurgence in the case he would've probably let himself die there alone with all the drinking/carelessness and wouldn't have had it in him to feel sorry about it if it happened.

Coming back to Louisiana things have changed plenty with Marty, Maggie, and the reader. I think the way he prioritizes his crumbled relationship with Marty (for both the case's sake and his) versus how he passively regards Maggie in the bar will forever be interesting to me. I feel like he'd be scared as hell to even come near the reader knowing she still harbors hatred and pain but Marty the Meddler drags her back in because he knows the two will never be able to truly stay away from each other. It takes a lot and the relationship may never be exactly what it once was but he'd selfishly rather have her near in some capacity than never at all once he's gotten a taste of her presence after so many years. I can't wait to write all that angst and yearning bc we love tension 🤭

Now that was a ramble omg! Hopefully, I didn't stray too off course!

#reds-writings #red speaks #rust cohle #true detective #rust cohle x reader #jj universe #anon ask #true detective season 1 #writer blog

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ria-writes-stories · 6 months

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Description: what if Nori didn't die but Khan did, and raised Uzi all by herself instead of the other way around?

Genre: Action, character focus

Characters: Uzi and Nori

Inspired by @keeana 's art! Keena permitted me too write this fanfiction, her art is at the very bottom of this story. However, if you enjoyed this story make sure to go to her account and give that masterpiece the proper love it deserves because without it this story wouldn't have been made! Once again lots of thanks to keena! Without further a do, enjoy!

Side note: This is the official opening of my writing account!

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(No one's pov)

The metal door closed as Nori held her baby close to her chest, looking struck with horror at the door.

'KHAN!' she screamed his name earlier, reaching a hand out while the other held her baby closely to herself as her husband looked at her with a defeated look. Oil was pouring in a small frail trial out of his mouth while the stab he had acquired within his chest, was being held down by the disassembly drone's claws the man clenched his fist tightly, and with a sheepish smile to his wife he punched the remote, closing the first door and breaking the remote as well making it impossible to be used again, so that the disassembly drones can not enter the colony.

Nori stayed there, locked in shock and horror at the thought that the better side of her was now gone forever as she was left with just the sweet little miracle that she had created with him.

Drones rushed to her to check up on her but Nori didn't even hear a mutter of their words as her gaze was locked on the door where her husband disappeared behind her.

"Forgive me Uzi. You won't get to see your father." Nori said with a numb face as a tear rolled down her cheeks as her eyes looked emptily at the ground.

Now...what about the fate of our beloved rebellious teenage girl? Well. Nori was a very loving mother, unlike her light-heartedly and dumb, when it came to social interactions, husband was much more convincing. She was already adored by over half the colony before the events of the attack, she was simply that easy popular person that people found enjoyable to hang around, and once Khan was out of the picture with his great sacrifice, it was Nori who took initiative to find people with the same passion and intelligence as Khan to built more doors. Of course, she didn't find anyone, no one could ever be like him, but, she did find enough drones each with a little knowledge of one of the engineering sides required to build the protective doors, and through the years door two and door three appeared.

What does anything have to do with Uzi? She showed remarkable intelligence and incline towards this methodical side that her father was so passionate about in his life. She assisted in the construction of door two by making the calculus and size measuring and then at the third door, she was the second in command in its building.

Uzi was heavily attracted to the more 'angsty' things and she was the black sheep of the herd because while her mother managed to convince her to help with the doors Uzi wanted to build weapons. And how did Nori respond with?

'Of course you can build weapons Uzi! You can do anything you put your mind to! Plus, why stop with just weapons? Why not become a jackal of all? Traps, weapons, attacks, defenses! That and so many more things you will achieve because you are a talented and wonderful young girl who has inherited the intelligence of her father. Oh if only Khan could see you right now, I am sure he would be so proud of your engineering skills!' it's safe to say that Uzi had a very loving mother who encouraged her each step of the way. Did that mean Uzi was popular?

Uzi was the 'miracle' kid due to her contribution to the colony from a young age, despite having an already assured spot for the future Uzi wasn't interested in any of that. She always wanted to do something...bizarre in the eyes of all the other drones except for her mother. Killing the disassembly drones.

This made her weird and strange for everyone else but this time around Uzi knew how to snap back, better than just saying 'Bite me' she would effortlessly put the drones that challenged her in their place via words. As I said, Nori was the one to raise her after all, and she made sure her daughter knew not to allow anyone to walk all over her.

Uzi was still the rebellious angsty teen, the only difference is that she was afraid of the masses because they treated her like a freak and an outcast. She didn't feel the need to hide, instead, she walked confidently each step of the way.

Uzi didn't care what other drones thought about her, she still did what she wanted to do even if it 'broke the rules' of the colony. She was a truly rebellious person, but what made Uzi so different was the wits thought by her mother. The tricks, the strategies, the manipulation. Everything came naturally to Uzi, after all, she was Nori's daughter, and with the intelligence she inherited from Khan followed by her mother's guidance she was far more than what anyone from the colony acknowledged her for. She was feared because everyone knew that not only weren't they a match for her but also because they knew that if they stepped out of the line that she had allowed them to ridicule her in, she would make their life a nightmare without lifting a finger. It was simple really. Some drones may not be as emotionally developed as humans, but that primal fear of survival is still deep in their core and Uzi knew just how to push the buttons to cause them to be on the edge of their tippy toes and out of her face.

A school project about watermelons started it all you could say. How boring was that? Under stimulating and ridiculous, far too behind Uzi's level of capacity, so she decided that if she was going to kill some time she might as well kill it on something she enjoys.

However one tiny miscalculation and Uzi's magnetically calibrated rail gun blew up in her face, sending her to the infirmary. It wasn't the first time Uzi's experiments ended up wrong; she would do them under her other and always made sure to duck and hide her daughter when the project showed to be unstable and close to bursting into chaos.

Nothing from the colony could give Uzi what she needed to complete her masterpiece, so she did the most sane thing possible.

"You want to go where?!?" Nori asked caught a little off guard. "Just outside of door one-" "No! No, no, no, absolutely not, that is where your father passed! What if the disassembly drones are right outside the door?" "Then I'll blast them with my sick-as-hell rail gun!" Uzi said confidently as she clenched her fist, with a wide smirk.

Nori sighed softly and shook her head with a sheepish smile on her face as she went to Uzi, cupping her cheeks and kissing her forehead affectionately. "Alright my precious little devil. Just make sure to not have any of your limbs missing when you come back." "Mooom! I'm not four anymore!" Uzi protested her mother's behavior, but it was exactly this love and care that had made Uzi into the young woman she is today.

Nori simply laughed softly. "I know that dear. Make sure those disassembly drones will go scavenging for scraps far away from our colony." Nori said letting go of Uzi who simply nodded and rushed out the door, only to stop her in her tracks and run back to her mother for a quick hug.

"Thanks, Mom." "Anytime my sweet angel." Nori said with a content smile as she rested one hand on Uzi's back and the other on her head, before letting her go so she could go chase her dreams.

"They grow up so fast... If only you could see how much she took after you Khan." Nori said with a soft sigh before going back to her daily duties.

So far not much has changed did it? Uzi is still considered a freak. She still has an angsty rebellious teen reputation. She is still confident and does not bend to society's norms, and she is still extremely intelligent, being able to build an incredibly dangerous weapon.

Sure there is the part where she has become as sly as her mother when it calls for it, but other than that not much has changed...right?

Nori would tell Uzi bedtime stories, implementing the history of their world in her daughter's mind from a young fragile age without her knowing. The history and knowledge of what there is to come. Nori had no doubt that her daughter would master the curse transmitted through her coding better than she did.

The events are pretty much as we know them. A disassembly drone challenges the wrong drone to a fight.

She wins. He loses. They get to know each other, the other two come into view, and she runs away. He realizes his mistake and tries to fix it.

"Mom! Aim and shoot!" "What if it gets you as well?!" Nori said holding the weapon in horror. "That's not important right now! Aim and shoot!!!" Uzi repeated as the disassembly drone looked at Nori with the 'X' on his face and a wide murderous smile.

Nori lost someone she loved once at her own hands. She wasn't going to let it happen again. "You know I'm an old-fashioned baby..." Nori said sheepishly as she was ready to use something she hadn't used in so long. She was wondering if she even had it. It's been so long... She blocked the signal, long ago, for Uzi's safety and sake, all the way when she was just a baby. The one to help her achieve that was Yeva, and they never again spoke of it, but the thing is that they never looked for a way to unlock it, cuz why would they?

The moment was cut short as another drone grabbed Nori and pulled her backward as they closed the door. A WDF worked. Mother and daughter locked eyes in horror and terror as Nori threw the rail gun forward fast enough to move before the door closed.

"OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT!!!" Nori lashed out in anger and hatred as panic flew through her system. "M-ma'am please-" The subordinate begged as Nori suddenly became calm. What is she thinking? It's her daughter that she is talking about. She got this handled. She was better than her, better than Khan. Uzi will get to live another day, for now, Nori had to worry about those who weren't as fortunate and as blessed.

"Ma'am?" "Take everyone to the safety room." Nori ordered seriously as the WDF member nodded and opened a walkie-talkie as he began to move alerting all units of the colony. Nori did her homework, and she was prepared for a possible disassembly drone breach.

Everything that we know of unfolded as it was meant to be, the only difference was that when Uzi left, she did so to fight the bigger fish and not by banishing herself. And what did Nori do? She allowed it. Given Doll's behavior it wasn't hard for Nori to figure out that Yeva was gone. Doll's and Uzi's clocks were ticking and the sooner they took on this world the better for their long-term survival.

The 'program' wasn't happy. It knew Nori wasn't dead, even though it was unable to reach her, so when it was met with a glimpse of her predecessor it struck much to its demise.

All of a sudden the two disassembly drones attacked Uzi, but the fight didn't last long... A bright flash of purple and a strange symbol and the two disassembly drones were stuck in the air squirming and shrieking in terror as their system got a short circuit and what was once yellow turned purple.

"Come here." Uzi called the two drones over calmly.

Still lost in a state of subconciousness and wounded from the fight they obeyed like puppets and got closer to her without a moment of hesitation.

The male knelt on the ground as the female slightly lowered herself to be at the same level as Uzi.

Once they were close enough the symbol appeared again forcing their heads closer to the girl's touch, as one of her eyes turned into said symbol. "I think I like you like this more." Uzi said with a sly smile as she looked at V, cupping her cheek while her other hand rested on N's head softly caressing it.

Uzi was the same as we know her... But she took after her mother even more so.

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fitzrove · 2 months

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do you, as tumblr's Resident Rudolf Expert, have any tips on writing his internal monologue? because i'm currently trying and failing.

Ahh, thanks for asking!!! It's very flattering that you value my opinion on this >:]

The way I approach it is usually (at least subconsciously) based on this, my favourite anecdote about him:

For me there's always a lot of bitterness, a lot of cynicism and hence complaining, and yet a spark of hope somewhere underneath it that things could get better. I have a terrible habit of always writing similar kind of cynical POV characters though,,,,, because it's also similar to how my own inner monologue functions 💀😂😭... He's not super articulate when he's just thinking to himself (especially if under the influence of something which is not infrequent lol), sometimes trains of thought might start and end within the same sentence. I also tend to put in some cognitive dissonance, because I definitely see the inherent contradictions between his status and ideals (he's obsessed with mingling with the common folk but smart enough to know he can't really be level with them) and between his different overlapping roles (Rudolf the dutiful son can't work towards the same goals that Rudolf the ambitious statesman feels he must) as contributing to his mental state.

But I also like to put in some subtle (dark) humor, it's quite apparent to me that he had a sense of one whenever biographers quote his letters! Though that is also part of how I like to write in general 😁 Also there is some level of grace/charm and also intelligence naturally, he knows how to get what he wants or at least tries to intentionally make things go in his favour, and that also plays into how he thinks about things - he's a strategist and not above manipulating people. So in his inner thoughts I write Rudolf as tending to be looking for opportunities, even if he's not as good at it as say, [musical?]Taaffe.

So, that's tone stuff. For the actual content I will often (given that most of my todolf oneshots start with Rudolf despairing over something hahaha):

1) think of what's bothering him or on his mind right now (enough to whine/talk about it)

2) as he's whining about it, connect it back to something else that's also bothering him or generally on his mind (I usually pick from: childhood memories/childhood trauma, relationships with specific people important to him, current events that he's observed or knows about and has an opinion on, random interests like hunting/science/sex. Lol I think his life outside his job actually revolves around those come to think of it 😂💀. Sometimes these references come from historical events that I know happened, but other times I will make up stuff that I think would fit, like I do not cite with sources every love affair he's had in the past in my fics ajdkdkfkd some I just make up - even though I do think I'm prone to excessive research in some areas.)

3) this is because I write todolf fic lol, but usually after enough complaining Rudolf will start thinking about Him (personified depression boyfriend) and the aforementioned may or may not make an appearance hahaha. And Tod always knows what buttons to push, because what he's saying and doing are a more extreme and violent and hence (usually) sexual version of Rudolf's internal monologue.

Anyway - this is only one way to write him, a lot of it doesn't have a direct basis in musical canon so actually it's no more "accurate" than possible other interpretations. But I find that it's easier to write when Rudolf has a specific thing he's thinking about and when he's thinking about it in a Rudolf way akdlsldl, which to me means filtering it so his interests and obsessions and his specific varieties of trauma and psychic damage (but also more positive things from his background!) get emphasised 😌😁

#omg while writing this i got an idea for a funny random generator hold on #thanks for asking!!!!#asks #writing #rudolf

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oc-atelier · 21 days

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Weird combo but I'd love to know!

(Shhh that's totally okay oh my gosh! I love different types of combos of questions! :D) For this, I'll answer with my main WHA OC Leoht!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Leoht was actually inspired from a, "Create a Witch Hat Atelier OC," meme going around a few years ago! For each question that was on the prompt sheet, one comment on the post would decide what each part of him would end up being! So, it went something to the effect of this:

1.) Brimhat or pointy hat? Pointy hat

2.) Magic specialty? Lightning

3.) Forbidden body mods or occupation? Occupation: Using lightning magic in some form

4.) Where do they live? The Assembly/the Great Hall

5.) Color scheme? They have a dark color scheme with very vibrant details (imagining lightning striking through a dark cloud)

6.) Hat details? Inspired by Sailor Moon's Makoto's oak leaves crown

7.) Robe details? Very clean and elegant robe with decorations related to lightning; basically, the outside is very fancy, but inside has a thunder pattern and more chaotic?

(The final two that needed comments ( 8.) Extras? and 9.) Pen design?) I came up with myself)

And thus Leo's creation was assured thanks to a fun little meme all my friends were participating in at the time JJKLGSKLJGKJ

As for what inspired his personality as a character, even though he's since deviated from his original inspirations and has become his own thing over time, I definitely initially based his personality around really goofy, charismatic, not-a-single-thought-in-that-head and sunshine-y characters such as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel bc I was basically trying to make an OC that encapsulated my favorite character archetypes and mashing them all together

But nowadays he definitely has a nice balance of everything I love in my favorite character types, and I'm really happy with how far he's come in his development since then!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Oh, absolutely! I'd say his biggest ones that affect him the most would be his fear of water, fear of thunder (ironically) and fear of heights.

His fear of water has been around for about as long as he can remember, though whether that fear is because he's afraid of the idea of drowning or because he's never learned how to swim is unclear even to him, but he has a feeling that the two kind of go hand-in-hand in contributing to his fear. He'll still go around smaller bodies of water like streams and the like, but anything bigger than that and he gets paranoid about tripping and falling in

His fear of thunder is more so due to the loud booming noise of it more than anything. Since he was little, he's always gotten rattled up by loud sudden noises, and thunder was no different. Even when he lived underwater via The Great Hall, the muffled noise of thunder above the surface was still enough to keep him awake at night, and once he moved into his professor's atelier for the first time and had to bare witness to thunder full-throttle without the safety net of the sea above him-- well, it really only further cemented a phobia he already had and cranked it up to an eleven

As for his fear of heights, Leo only really started developing a phobia of it when he was first learning how to fly with his shoes. One wrong glyph drawn on the soles of his shoes was all it really took to make him utterly terrified of flying high in the air like that again, and even though for a bit (after he met his childhood friend Elric, who tried his best to help Leo overcome that phobia) Leo seemed more or less calmer about heights than he used to be, after his and Elric's friendship ended out of nowhere during their youth Leo found his confidence in flying shaken and his ability to do so properly even more so. So, despite trying his hardest to hide his phobia of heights from those around him as an adult, all it takes is looking at his face once to realize he's completely and utterly horrified at the events that are unfolding that led him back into the air after so long spent deliberately avoiding it

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I've had Leoht living in my brain since January 13th, 2022 (but technically he was starting to exist on the 9th since I was brainstorming him around that time)! He's officially been around for the past two years now, and I'm honestly so beyond happy and proud of how much he's grown and developed as a character; and I'm even happier that I revisited his outfit design last year and gave him a much needed new and improved one since I was learning more about character design and how I wanted to incorporate the different elements I wanted for his character into his clothing; the colors are definitely a massive upgrade bc his old outfit colors were hideous to me JKJLKSJDKLG

#long post #ask #oliolioxenfreewrites #Thank you so much for being so kind and sending such a sweet and fun ask! I really appreciate it a lot;;;;;#Also apologies for the length SGJGKJSJDGJKS #I never really get too many chances to ramble about my OCs so I accidentally just braindumped everything here without meaning to #but I hope it was still a fun and interesting read!

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rc-appreciationweeks · 1 year

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plural-affirmations · 8 months

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Hi again,

I'm actually very much able to converse with my headmates, just meant that it'd be nice to be able to talk to people other than my headmates about all of this. Also just haven't figured out what the right words to describe us are, and certainly haven't become comfortable using them lol.

Either way, might be good to introduce who we have here? If it's not yet obvious, I don't entirely know what I'm doing. Going to avoid names for the sake of anonymity, which admittedly is going to make this annoying.

First of all, there's me. I'm pretty sure it's correct to refer to me as the host and core? I'm the only one who's controlled the body (so far). Then there's my headmates - there's currently three of them, all of them dragons.

The eldest I'm pretty sure is willogenic? I was bored while shopping and decided to imagine a little dragon following me, and then she was there. Comforted me when I got stressed later that day, and basically has been doing that since (minus two separate occasions where I forgot about her for a bit). If I remember correctly, the His Dark Materials series influenced me to even try that, and also shaped how I thought about her in the beginning. She's been the most active one generally (which I do feel a bit bad for, like I'm playing favourites?).

The other two I am significantly less able to classify in any way. For both of them, there was some sort of… presence? It's realy hard to describe, but there was some feeling for a few days before they arrived, which they did suddenly? It's really hard to describe, especially working only from memory.

Happened two separate times obviously, both times in periods where I was stressing about upcoming events, the more recent actually being in the process of composing the original ask I wrote lol.

Either way, desperately hoping I'm not oversharing lol. If I used any words wrong or there any others that you think might be useful please do tell me. Hope you're having a good day either way, thanks for reading my ramblings.

-⚪🐉

Ah, my apologies for misunderstanding! I've kind of been doing that a lot lately >_<"

Also, the terminology varies quite a lot! For example, "core" has quite a loaded meaning in my opinion. The concept of an "original" alter doesn't really exist in DID/OSDD-1 due to the way alters initially form (if you put any stock into the Theory of Structural Dissociation, anyways. That's a whole other can of worms I won't get into unless someone asks though 💀).

However! DID/OSDD-1 certainly aren't the only plural experience, and I think in your case with most likely being willogenic, it's totally ok to call yourself that. I mean, it'd be fine to call yourself that regardless, but you hopefully know what I mean.

Agh, sorry for rambling! Back to the first topic:

Thank you for sharing your experiences with us!! We think it's super cool to see how other multiples perceive the world, and what they think about their life/lives.

I see you mentioned stress being a contributing factor though... have you considered traumagenic or stressgenic? Both are worth looking into if you haven't considered it. Even if you come out on the other end deciding you aren't either of those, I think experimenting with labels is healthy and facilitates self exploration. There's also mixed origins, which is what we are! You're not limited to just one option!

But, again, this is just my dumbass opinion, and all I am is about 100 dudes in a trenchcoat. (/lh)

Sorry this was all over the place, it's 2:00 in the morning here, but this is the first chance I've had to sit down and sift through my inbox without interruption.

Thanks for understanding! I wish you luck!

🖤💜💙💚💛

#answered #not a request #plural advice #⚪🐉 anon

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nightravenuniversity · 2 years

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GAME #1: LET’S GET HOOTIN’!

For a school-sponsored party that most of the student body wanted no part of and absolutely zero warning, Night Raven University’s so-called 1st Annual Hootenanny is actually better put together than anyone could’ve thought. Balloons and streamers decorate nearly every orifice on campus, though there’s equally any number of posters marketing the celebration that have been defaced with crude sayings and even cruder illustrations letting Headmaster Crowley know just exactly what they thought of his ill-received warning.

While there’s just a small portion of what appears to be catered food (the rest having been carted off by the faculty), each house has managed to assemble something for the event whether it’s in ways of contributing to the potluck or by way of entertainment:

SEND MY MUSE SOMETHING TO EAT / DRINK:

[Pudding] Strawberry milk pudding molded into a cute white bunny; snapping a picture of this will definitely get you trending on Magicam! The bunnies are drizzled lightly in strawberry compote and topped with applemint leaves. Chocolate garnish decorated as a pocket watch finishes the aesthetic, this treat is enhanced by magic to stay chilled throughout the party; courtesy of Heartslabyul.

[Meat] It’s just a slab of meat of unknown origin. Uncooked, but oddly warm.

[Biltong] An assortment of wild game meat that’s been dried, cured, and then sliced to savory perfection. Each bite is a flavorful experience of spice; a must-have dish for every meat lover on campus! The variety of meat showcases Sunset Savanna’s plentiful bounty; courtesy of Savanaclaw.

[Ocean Cider] A refreshing, crisp lemonade cider. Its vibrant, aquamarine hue softly gradients into a pale lavender from bottom to top, making its appearance reminiscent of the deep sea. Mango, starfish-shaped jelly rests at the bottom of the glass, which is garnished with a slice of lemon and one cherry. Students immediately recognize this as one of Mostro Lounge’s best-selling drinks; courtesy of Octavinelle.

[Basbousa] A sweet almond and coconut semolina cake cut into diamond shapes. Each slice is smothered in sweet sauce and dusted with toasted coconut shavings. A favored treat back in the Scalding Sands; courtesy of Scarabia.

[Mysterious Risotto] An oddly purple-colored risotto decorated with an array of mushrooms. If asked about the dish, none of the ghosts in the kitchen seem to know where it came from; only that it is there. While it seems mostly untouched and cold, it appears the students that dared to give it a try have come away with odd visions.

[Waffles with Apple Salad] A pair of heart-shaped savory waffles flavored, vegan and somehow inexplicably free-range. Accompanying that is an organic apple salad composed of red onion, celery, parsley, and honeycrisp apples; courtesy of Pomefiore.

[Saganaki] A dish of cheese … that is apparently on fire. Composed of a variety of Greek cheeses and a little bit of brandy, the fire appears to change its color as it burns the whole night through. It pairs well with a lightly toasted baguette, a twist of lemon and a little bit of parsley. It’s tradition to break a dish every time the flame abruptly burns brighter, though no one quite understands the tradition; courtesy of Ignihyde.

[Spiked Punch] Sitting in a black cauldron is an entirely upturned bottle of artificial green apple syrup, apparently emptied into what appears to be a viscous green liquid that smells distinctly of sugar and … is that just an entire bundle of kale and pea sprouts floating in there? Mixed in are a handful of melting, but skull-shaped marshmallows. It appears this is an offering from Diasomnia. Students brave enough to give it a try report that the drink bites back.

INTERACT WITH MY MUSE:

Send 🥧 to start a food fight with my muse.

Send 💀 to be caught by my muse sabotaging your house’s dish.

Send 📍 to play pin the tail on the Savanaclaws.

Send 🎤 to drag my muse into a karaoke duet.

Send 💃 to dance with my muse.

Send 🏓 to play a game of Root Beer Pong.

Send 👻 to play a game of Root Beer Pong to the death (with the Spiked Punch).

Send 🤜 to fight my muse.

Send ⛲ to play Seven Minutes in Hell (light waterboarding).

Send 🔨 to break into another dorm.

#nru_backthatbashup

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hyuukais · 3 years

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Hey, Lifeguard!

Juyeon loves his job. It’s the entire reason he was introduced to the attractive resident surfer, Y/n. And as a beach lifeguard he’s got to know swim safely, right?

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Juyeon x Reader, lifeguard! juyeon, surfer! reader, slight fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood, drowning, and the ocean, juyeon kinda almost drowns

Author: My contribution to ficscafe au pairing event ! took far longer for me to finish than it should have 💀 also thank you so much @taecup-fics for beta reading this !!

It’s a useless morning for Juyeon already. The stretch of beach he's meant to watch was almost entirely empty, with most of the people he’d seen merely runners or bikers passing by. So, it seemed, the early breeze was left to the two or three surfers out in the waves. The vacant seas, probably perfect conditions to move however they wish. Riding any good wave they can get without having to worry about running into regular beach goers. He watches them from his lifeguard tower, one specific surfer catching his eye.

Y/n floats about thirty meters out from shore, waiting. After being out here for about 30 minutes, that’s all they’ve really done. Wade and duck under when a new wave comes. That’s just a part of their routine, as Juyeon’s come to know. Having met them three years ago when he first took up this summer job, the two quickly became somewhat acquainted. Y/n was a common face amongst the waves who became a lot more known to Juyeon after the first two or three times he’d had to run out to help them. Realizing both were attending the same school in September, a stronger friendship bloomed. The two would talk often on days the beach was calm or empty, such as this one. And by the time his first summer here came to end, Juyeon found his feelings slowly growing for the surfer.

As the water once again begins to recede, he notices a flash upon their face. A smile. Y/n paddles frantically, racing against the rushing current. The water pulls up. Suddenly, it’s breaking, just seconds behind their scramble. The crash sends the board forward and Y/n pushes up. Beamed against the early morning sun, they swerve and sway amongst the white. Juyeon had seen them ride before. Each time more enraptured than the next, watching their grace atop the water. He could always tell they knew exactly what they were doing, but this time it looks like a struggle. The wave moves much faster than anticipated, soon overtaking the board. He stands in alarm as Y/n’s forced beneath the surface; instinct kicks in and he prepares to run—but not before their head pops up. Despite the wipeout, they seemed more annoyed than anything, and swam to the abandoned board. The new waves pushed them towards shore.

Sand flies behind Y/n’s feet as they’re running to a towel piled with their stuff. It sat only a few feet away from Juyeon, and it gives him a better view of their mopped hair.

“You all good?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, a bit out of focus, I guess. Though, I think my leg got caught on a shell or coral of some sort.” They twisted their hips to display a gash running across their calf. Blood pooled from it, causing Juyeon to suck in a breath.

“Hold on,” he turned to rummage through his guard bag and pulled out an antiseptic wipe and bandage. The sand collapsed under his knee as Juyeon knelt down to their leg.

“Oh, how chivalrous of you, but at least take me on a date first.”

He laughs, beginning to apply the towelette and rid their skin of red. “I’m just doing my job. I bet you would like it if I did take you out though, wouldn’t you?”

“Who says no to free food?”

“Who said anything about food?”

“Well then, what kind of date are you thinking of?”

“Oh, a lot of things, but I guess you may never know.”

Y/n says nothing in return as he stands, their leg now plastered with a rainbow band-aid. Looking at them, he notices the flush of embarrassment fallen over them.

“There, all fixed up. Now be careful going back out. Don’t wanna use up all my nice band-aids.” They chuckle, making him smile before continuing. “But, I wanted to ask if I will be seeing you at the end-of-year beach thing this Friday?”

“What?”

“The boys, and I, I guess, are throwing this hybrid beach-frat party for the end of the year. I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“Oh? Are you actually asking me on a date?” They jokingly bring up the topic from earlier, not respecting the response he gave

“Maybe. So, will I see you there?”

Y/n’s eyes visibly widen at the implication, “Oh, um, yeah. Sounds like a date!”

“Great! I shall see you on Friday then.”

Loud shouts echo in the dark. Students laugh and mingle, chattering amongst friend groups. A huge, sweltering bonfire rose from the sand. People danced and sang around it, some chasing each other dangerously close to the flames. There were even a select few wading in the sea. A party was in full swing and Juyeon was trapped in the middle. Strangers were crowded into his side, limiting his ability to move away from the mass of party-goers. He tried his best to squeeze around the crowd. Though he made sure to look around as he did so, eyes peeled for a glimpse of Y/n somewhere at this party. Finally, he made it out of the more packed area around the fire. With fewer people loitering around, he took the chance to sit. From a farther vantage point, there was still no sign of Y/n, yet he didn’t doubt that they’d arrive shortly. Instead, he opted to turn his attention towards the night. Far from the brightest streetlights, stars twinkled clear in the sky. Some remain dimmer under the illumination of the blaze, but are nonetheless visible. Waves fall in ambient noise cruelly contrasted with the pumping bass. Enough sounds clashing that Juyeon barely hears the shift of someone making their way to his side.

“Hey, lifeguard!” Y/n’s shoulder knocks against his as they plop on the beach, scaring him a little.

“Jesus, you scared me!”

“Haha, sorry. I saw you sitting alone so I came over.”

“Ah. Yeah, the crowd’s a bit much for me; The stars are really nice, though.”

“Mm,” they hum, looking upwards. Juyeon took the chance to take in their features. Light reflects against the color in their irises. It dances across the white and black, blending with the fire's orange tinge, like an entire galaxy held within just their sight. “The moon as well.”

“Mhm.” Red flares against his ears as they turn to face him. “So, um, do you wanna go for a swim?”

“Hm? I dunno, isn’t it a bit too dark for that?”

“Well, why don’t I go out and check and you can make sure nothing bad happens to me.” He winks, turning towards the shore and stripping himself of his shirt.

“Ha! Don’t die!”

Waves rack against Juyeon’s body. The current pulls stronger than usual, but he turns around to make his point.

“Y’know, it’s not too bad!” Though, he’s silenced as another wave smacks the back of his head, eliciting a laugh from Y/n. He continues on moving further and further out, eliciting a laugh from Y/n. They watch as he tries to continue moving out. It gets harder to see, the ocean mirroring the night’s pitch black and the tide significantly rougher. Regret settled in his chest, but he was unable to make the decision to turn back. A new wave rose ahead, smacking down ferociously. Juyeon was knocked under. Swept up in the rush, his head was unable to come back up. Ice ran atop his skin. Darkness completely prevailed in an attempt to shut out the burning salt. He felt trapped, jerked, rolling along with the rush of water, unable to fight. Everything happened so suddenly, nothing had kicked in to tell him to move. To push upwards. To strain for a breath as oxygen ran thin. Shock-stunned, his mind couldn’t register the tight grip squeeze around the stomach. As air hit his face, realization set in. Juyeon had been out quite far, yet now found himself tumbled into shallower tide, Y/n’s panicked face falling close above his. Their hands held tight upon his shoulders. Lips trembling inches from his cheek.

“Oh god, I,” They scrambled away, panic now presenting itself in their voice. “Are you okay? I, just, I saw you go under and you weren’t coming back up so I panicked and went out to try and help and oh god, are you hurt, did something cut you or-”

“No, no, no, no, I’m okay! I’m okay,” he latches on their flailing hands, trying to calm them, if only a little. From here, he began to take it in. Their drenched clothes, shaking hands, wide eyes. Finally, he sits up with them but does not let go of their hands.

“Are-are you sure?”

“Yes, and Y/n, thank you for trying to save me.”

“I mean, your job requires you too but, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“Eh…”

They smack his arm, laughing in unison.

“Oh shut up! Just know you owe me now.”

“Oh do I?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then what exactly do I owe you?”

Y/n stands, sand and cloth clinging like a second skin. Their hands fall down to Juyeon’s in a silent offer to pull him up. “How about a date where you don’t almost drown? I mean, when you said something other than food, I definitely did not think you meant this.”

He grabs on, raising up, just as sandy, hands not leaving even when fully standing. “How about we start now? I do have some better ideas, I promise.”

“First,” Palms found purchase upon his cheeks, Y/n pushing up towards him. And in one swift motion, their lips landed atop his, moving softly almost cautious despite how headfirst they jumped into the position. Juyeon melted. His arms fell to their waist without much thought. Warmth spreading down, it filled each vein and hole, swelled in his heart and across his skin. As the kiss broke, their hands shakily pulled away, obviously just as flushed.

“So, uh, yeah, let’s get on to that date.”

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