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lilsmv1 · 14 days

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orange cat - OP81

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Summary: What happens your neighbour's adorable orange cat starts to pay you daily visits?

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London welcomed me with its perpetually gray skies and damp weather, a stark contrast to the sunny shores of California I had left behind. As I settled into my new apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness for the warmth of home.

For the first few weeks, I hardly saw my neighbours, lost in the shuffle of unpacking and adjusting to my new surroundings. But one persistent visitor soon made himself known – a vibrant orange cat that would perch itself on my windowsill, peering into my living room with curious eyes.

At first, I found it amusing, but as the days went by and the cat became a regular fixture, I grew concerned. Surely, someone must be missing their furry friend. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I scribbled a quick note on a yellow post-it, explaining the situation and tucking it under my neighbor's door. "Your cat seems to be visiting me often," I wrote. "Just wanted to let you know in case you're worried."

Days passed, and I received no response. I wondered if my neighbor had even seen the note or if they simply didn't care about their wandering pet.

But then, one evening, there was a soft knock on my door.

Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man, his expression sheepish yet friendly. He held a small box in his hands, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting from within.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," he began, his accent unmistakably Australian. "I'm Oscar, your neighbor from next door. I just wanted to apologize for my cat bothering you. And, well, to say thank you for looking out for him."

I couldn't help but smile at his genuine demeanor. "No problem at all, your cat is lovely, I was simply worried you might wonder where he was" I replied, accepting the box of pastries. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Oscar" I replied, introducing myself as well.

"Do you maybe wanna come in? I can make us some tea or coffee and we could eat the pastries you brought?" I added.

"I would love that!" replied Oscar with a warm smile.

From that moment on, Oscar and I struck up an unexpected friendship. We bonded over our shared love for his cat and baked goods, finding comfort in each other in the big city of London, so far from our respective homes. Oscar told me all about his work as a Formula One driver, and I could not help but be in awe of how passionate he was. I, on the other end, told him about the teaching opportunity that got me to move here, and I would often tell him cute stories from my classroom.

As weeks turned into months, our friendship deepened. Oscar proved to be not only a generous neighbor but also a reliable friend. Whether it was helping me fix a leaky faucet or lending a hand with heavy groceries, he was always there when I needed him.

Our weekly movie nights, whenever Oscar wasn't out of the country, became a cherished tradition, a welcome break from our everyday lives. We'd take turns picking films, debating over classics and hidden gems late into the night.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I couldn't ignore the growing feeling in my chest whenever I saw Oscar. He was kind, funny, and undeniably attractive – qualities that drew me in despite my best efforts to keep my distance.

One day, as I scrolled through Twitter during a lazy afternoon, I stumbled upon something that caught me off guard. Pictures of Oscar, smiling brightly alongside a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, surprising in its intensity. I realised then, with startling clarity, that my feelings for Oscar ran deeper than I had initially thought. But it was too late – I was now pretty sure he was already taken, and I had no right to interfere.

Unable to shake off my newfound jealousy, I began to distance myself from Oscar, avoiding our usual interactions and retreating into solitude. But my sudden coldness did not go unnoticed.

One evening, there was a sharp knock on my door, and when I opened it, there stood Oscar, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern.

"What's going on with you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with hurt. "You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."

"I'm not" I replied defensively.

"Come on, don't give me that bullshit" replied a rather angry Oscar. "You've been avoiding me. Have I done something?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability.

I hesitated, the weight of my emotions heavy in the air between us. But then, with a surge of courage, I found myself blurting out the truth.

"I... I think I'm in love with you, Oscar," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "And seeing you with someone else... it hurts more than I thought it would."

For a moment, there was silence, the tension palpable. But then, to my surprise, Oscar stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity.

"God, you can be so dense sometimes" he breathed

"Hum, excuse me?" I replied, clearly offended.

"The girl you're talking about, that's my new PR manager."

"Oh..."

"I thought I was being fairly obvious as to how I feel about you." he said softly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands.

And with that, he closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a heated and passionate kiss, leaving me breathless.

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fandangotales · 1 year

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Getting Isekai’d with your parent/parents in CULT AU / SAGAU

Warnings: Toxic/abusive parent child relationships mentioned, stereotypical parent child relationships, yandere, disturbing content, description of blood!

Summary: Multiple scenarios in which your parents or parent gets isekai’d with you to Teyvat! GN READER!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU!

In which the reader is isekai’d with their mom:

The acolytes would love her, especially since she is related to you.

Oh? She mentioned a favorite perfume, or a preferred dish?

Cue your residence being overflown with gifts not only for you, but also for your mother.

Surely gaining her favor would be beneficial to gaining the Creator’s, right?

Mothers typically know a lot about their children, so it wouldn’t be strange for the acolytes to ask her many questions about your life as a child, your preferences, your favorite acolyte, your typical sleeping position-

I’d also watch out for what she might tell them about your childhood, as the acolytes painstakingly record and revere pretty much anything related to your existence.

You got your ears pierced when you were 5?

It is now a religious tradition for a child’s ears to be pierced on their 5th birthday in honor of the Creator.

In general, your mother is not worshiped as a deity, but is highly respected by all in Teyvat. This is mainly due to your relationship and closeness with her.

Disrespecting or upsetting her is unimaginable, as it would be upsetting to you.

In which the reader is isekai’d with their dad:

“You’re not good enough for my child, stay away from them.”

The second the acolytes hear this line, they were about to fall to the floor in devestation, if it wasn’t for your hasty reassurance.

“Dad! You can’t just say that, they are all nice people-” you protested, nervously scanning over the upset faces of the crowd. “Don’t mind him, this is just something he says often!”

…

After that fiasco, many of your worshipers attempted to prove themselves to your father, much to his annoyance.

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“Sir, I can assure you that they would be well cared for! The finest of any kind of item would be theirs the second they asked, and I would do my very best to ensure their happiness!” The ginger pleaded, doing his very best to impress the man before him. “I also consider myself a family man, just ask anyone around about how much I value my dear siblings-“

“…and how much did you say that you make a year?” Your dad asked, gruffly staring Childe down.

His dull eyes seemed to light up, sensing an opportunity to sway the man’s favor. He leaned in close to his ear, whispering his… impressive salary. The older man nodded, as he patted the ginger on the back.

“You can take them out to dinner next week. They mentioned wanting to visit Wanmin restaurant to me the other day.”

⚠️ Dark content starts below this line!!! ⚠️

In which the reader is isekai’d with abusive parents:

The Cult AU is the absolute worst AU for those people to be in.

Your followers do not tolerate any disrespect or negativity directed at you, from anybody.

And if they became aware of they way your parents treat you?

Let’s just say that they’ll never bother you again! :D

Of course if you don’t want them… permanently erased from your life, the acolytes will respect your decision. But that doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

Perhaps if they changed the way they treated you, and genuinely apologized for the suffering you went through because of them, then maybe they would be forgiven by your worshipers.

However, if they did not repent for their sins against you, then their life in Teyvat, (If your mercy allowed them to keep it), would be awful.

Angry glares from anyone they meet, the inability to purchase items from merchants, the constant harassment from your followers…

It would simply be a shame if they weren’t able to live with it.

And if you felt upset over their inevitable death, whether it be by themselves or some unpredictable accident it always coming for them, you could always seek comfort in the arms of your acolytes.

Hold one of them as you sob into their shoulders, as they become the reason for your comfort.

Let your sweet, innocent followers take care of everything, cook all your meals, brush your hair and maintain your body, let them offer themselves to you fully-

You shouldn’t have to lift a single finger. You deserved their utmost adoration and devotion.

Now that they are gone, you can finally be worshiped and loved in the way you always should have been.

They must’ve tainted your mind, made you think you were unworthy.

They must’ve been the reason your expression contorts into one of unease when your acolytes offer sacrifices and perform rituals in your name.

They must be the reason you felt an underlying sense of wrongness, starting with the very first interaction you had with your once beloved characters.

You are no god, you are unsafe, and these “people” are insane.

YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE.

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“We will now commence the offering, in honor of The Divine One. As they created a perfect world for us, we will maintain an obedient and thankful following for them. Let these corpses of those who have committed grave sins against Their Grace serve as a reminder for all.”

The once white altar was stained a dark red, as a large pool formed beneath the two mutilated corpses were haphazardly placed upon the smooth rock.

Your throat constricted, as you fought back bile. The oh-so-familiar faces of your parents burned into your eyes.

The priest raised his arms, beginning a prayer with the worshipers. You could feel the eyes of the people around you searing into your skull. Your head began pounding, as their words became more morbid and deranged.

“Oh Creator, we dedicate the bodies of these sinners to you. As your servants we humbly offer this gift to you, as thanks for all you have done and continue to do. With earnest hope, we wish this simple gift to you brings you joy.”

#sagau #cultau #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin yandere #yandere #gn reader #cult au #sagau brain rot #sagau brainrot

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theworldissocool13 · 1 month

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i can’t be the only one who thinks the response to the whole situation with wilbur was so strange. saying you hope his mental health gets worse is such a weird way to respond because unless he has a chance to truly become a better person, the cycle is just going to continue and he’s going to hurt more people. there’s no reason to sugar coat it, you can tell by his solo music that he struggles with very bad mental illness and it’s pretty clear that he has some kind of addiction and if you’ve struggled with either of those things you know a) how debilitating it is and b) how easy it is to hurt those around you when you’re in that state. if you really care about victims, you would not be enabling him to hurt more people by saying you hope he gets worse.

you cannot say you’re a mental health advocate nor that you support victims if you wish an unstable man becomes more unstable. this is not me excusing wilbur’s actions, nor trying to explain them away but instead giving an explanation FOR them.

i have struggled with debilitating mental illness, i hurt myself and those around me and fucked up my life and had i not gotten help i would’ve continued hurting more people and eventually i would’ve taken my own life. this is not me supporting wilbur or trying to excuse his actions, but not only does no one deserve the kind of hate he has been getting, the world would truly be a better place if instead of wanting everyone we don’t like to die, we encouraged people to actually get better and find happiness. people have been talking about him as if he has no feelings, as if he’s not a person, and that’s just not right. people are not black and white and neither is morality and we have no insight into his perspective.

i am so proud of shelby for speaking up because that takes a lot of bravery and i fully condemn what wilbur did, there is no excuse, and she is under absolutely no obligation to forgive him regardless of whether he changes or not. i genuinely wish shelby nothing but the best, a lifetime full of happiness and love. tbh this post is not about her, it’s about the fans who responded the way they did. for anyone reading this, if you ever hurt people when you’re at your lowest, i truly hope people treat you with more empathy and understanding than they treated wilbur with.

and in terms of the statement he put out, yes it was shit but he is in a band that is definitely in some kind of contract with his record label. of course they will stop him from saying anything beyond purely addressing that he’s seen the allegations, they do not want to risk getting sued by saying something that could be used against them.

i really think we should treat others with more love, respect, and care, than i’ve seen many people doing recently because at the end of the day we all only get one go on earth, this is everyone’s first time living, and we all deserve a chance to be truly happy. i hope you all have the grace to look to the people around you and be kind to them, not because they’ve proved they deserve it, but because kindness is the most valuable thing we can give to others.

#wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #shelby support #wilbur

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not-goldy · 7 months

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You sure JK is queer and loves jimin ? I'm genuinely asking lol. Because he's doing everything he can do to show he's so into girls and a fuckboy, just like how he wanted to be seen since the beginning of his career. Both song are so westernized and hetero af. I dont think a man who's queer, in a long term relationship with a man, who loves to sing and respect his art so much will accept this work. Disappointed af and so close to drop JK and Jikook. I kinda liked jK because I thought he's Jimin's partner now that he's proving he's not.. why should I carry a baggage of another man when I can concentrate only on my Jimin ?

I feel gaslit when you guys ask me over and over if I think Jikook are queer or are dating every single time your feelings are bruised by your subjective experience of them in certain moments.

Like why would I think otherwise?

I get exhausted from repeating myself over and over. Yes I'm sure I think he's queer and yes I'm certain I believe he loves Jimin.

My perception of them is not grounded in the matching clothes and shoes they wear or the fan service or from any of those frivolous metrics some base their arguments on.

And I don't have a one dimensional view of them. I see them as human beings with imperfections who make mistakes fight make up break up throw up drink smoke and do all kinds of things the ordinary human being would. I hold that space for them TO BE TOTALLY HUMAN.

And if you saw them as human too you wouldn't reduce them to 1 dimensional creatures who only exist to love each other, prove that love to random insecure spectators and flaunt or validate their sexual identities.

Damn queer people can sing too and not make every damn moment of their lives or song lyric a political statement about their sexuality. That's just wrong of you to hold that sentiment.

Name a single queer artist who don't have a positively het song. From Sam Smith, Frank Ocean to Elton. They probably have some of the biggest straight not so straight songs in the world.

And this is even a conversation that we keep having in queer spaces. Queer artists leaning into heteronormative lyric standards due to commercial motives or fear of coming out is not for you to exploit as bases for your distrust or dislike of an artist.

It's his personal choice whether he wants to sing about boys or girls or chihuahuas. And he is free to sing about whatever he wants. Let's start there.

And this is tone deaf as fuck. You are disappointed because he is not making his work, his bread and butter, his means of making a living all about your bias.

But what of the queer teens and youth who support him and wish for representation and inclusivity? And you cared about representation at all then you would be happy with the diverse cast no? Because that would be a step in the right direction? Cos we need sign language interpretars in there, Trans, and the whole gang up in there if we talking bout representation but no. This is what you is worried about.

Well fuck boy or not he is not fucking you. You shouldn't worry about that. Let Jimin worry about that. It's his D to take.

It's one thing to say you don't enjoy his song lyrics but to conflate that with his entire personality, you are so out of line

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olivereliocorcordium1983 · 4 months

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Now that I have gotten out of the fanfic bubble for a minute, let me just say, that one: I am not very happy with this woman who decided to come into Armie's life and pull this shit with him after everything that has happened to him. Why? yes, I know Armie is a big boy his life is his and he can do what he wants I'm all for that just like Timmy.

However, it kills me to see that he is trying to better himself (like most of us in this world who were abused by someone) and trying to become a better person just for someone to come along and have written on their story this long nice thing about Armie.

Just to turn around and be dumb as hell and write, "super interested in psychopaths" Armie is not a psychopath. Like most of us who end up abused, he is a human being trying to better himself, and become a better version of himself after the fact. And try his best to see the better in people but end up with people who either

want there 15 minutes of fame, because they heard about all the crap that was going on with him and saw and thought to themselves "oh my god! drama let me see for myself what this is about." Hello serial killer lovers of Jeffery Dahmer, Ted Bundy ect.

They only want to be with you because either you are rich as hell and want that big green and will sweet talk your way into it. Having no actual care in the world for the other person at all. Or you have something else that the person wants.

We find someone and think, "okay this is it. Maybe I will try just one more time. Maybe this time will be different." just for them to cheat, lie, and make excuses for their actions because they don't want to take accountability.

Which just instills for those of us who have to or are trying to rewire our thinking from the abuse, that this is just another person who proved to us that we can't open up to anyone. And that there probably isn't a real genuine human being out there who will love us (other than our mommas, grandmas and sisters if you have them in your life or at all) for just us and actually want to see us happy, and actually want to be with us. Instead of adding to the already warped way we end up seeing the world thanks to the abusers.

Now let me clairify this: I am not talking about the "I'm gonna die alone." #foreveralone bs. that people do when they can't stand to be by themselves. NO. I am talking about actually have been alone, can stand and be okay with being alone but, want to experience a real loving relationship that actually lasts with someone who isn't toxic.

It breaks my heart that both Timmy and Armie have to result to having people like this around them in their lives. Or that these people end up finding them. Both of them deserve to be happy, healthy and more importantly they deserve to be with people who will treat them like they deserve. For whom they actually are and not the way Hollywood perceives them to be.

And I have to say after all this shit.... Armie you need to get with Timmy, you two need to go snag Luca and hop your asses on a plane get far away from Hollywood. Go back to Crema, turn off your damn phones and just breath for awhile and this is not me hinting at the sequel as much as I would love that.

These two men need to be around each other again and a hell of a lot more often to keep both of them from doing stupid shit. Like this. Seriously, guys I love you both but you need to focus on yourselves, Armie (your kids) rather than getting into PR bs and having toxic people invade your spaces. Stop jumping pussy and get back to talking about the things that matter. 🙄🙄

Luca, I know you are a busy man, but could you please at some point when you are not so busy to kidnap your boys and take them back to Italy with you.

And Two: WHO IS READY FOR THE CRAZINESS TO GET BACK TO SOME RESEMBLENCE OF NORMALCY? SHOW OF HANDS ANYBODY? 🙌🏻

#cmbyn #callmebyyourname #armiehammer #timotheechalamet #elio and oliver #charmie #tiredofthetoxicmonkeycircus

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nyrasbloodyclover · 7 months

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ghost stories (tate langdon x reader)

a/n: FIRST OCTOBER FIC LET'S GOOO

It was the beginning of October when my family decided to move into our new house. I was already in love with it, even though my mom said it made her feel depressed by just looking at it.

It was much bigger than our previous home, so the exploring part made me excited. We dropped our bags and I immediately went to see each room.

It was getting pretty dark but I didn't bother turning on the lights. The air smelled of rain as I entered one of the rooms. It looked like it belonged to a boy, probably around my age. There were a lot of records of many different artists, some books and even an empty hamster cage.

"What are you doing in my room?" I turned and almost screamed when a boy appeared behind me. He looked young, with blond curls and pretty brown eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I finally asked when I gathered myself.

"This is my room." He was still not answering my question.

"We just moved in, and I don't know what are you talking about or how you even managed to get in without us noticing but if you plan on staying, I suggest you explain that to me."

And he did explain. But how was I supposed to believe him that he was a ghost who died in this house and is trapped in here forever?

"Prove it." I crossed my arms.

"Fine," he almost rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared. Like literally. From thin air.

"What the fu—" But then he appeared. I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh. "Oh my god, that's so fucking cool."

"You think so? I'm Tate, by the way." He looked genuinely happy to introduce himself to me.

And so I became friends with one of the ghosts that lived in our house. We talked most of the time, he made fun of my music taste and made me listen to Nirvana (which I surprisingly liked). I read to him sometimes and he listened. He was an amazing listener.

But my parents didn't know about him and I meant to keep it that way.

He was okay with that and it was pretty easy to hide him. I mean whenever we were in my room and someone tried to come in, Tate just had to disappear.

The more we hung out, the closer we became. Sitting beside each other on my bed turned into him laying between my legs while I did my homework and he listened to his music. But we never tried to point that out. At least I haven't.

I pretended not to notice him drawing circles on my skin or playing with my hair, his hands wandering carefully, trying not to be too obvious. That made me feel...something. Something towards him. I hated it because we had such great friendship and admitting my feelings would just ruin it.

Until one night I was pissed about my school and I was just rambling to him, saying the worst stuff I could about everything and I had a feeling that he was trying not to laugh at me, but I didn't care.

He called me to join him on my bed and take a break from studying because it was getting late. For the first time, I listened to him.

And at some point, both of us fell asleep. I was exhausted and my body was screaming thank you when I finally closed my eyes.

But in the middle of the night, I woke up in panic because I never planned to fall asleep. I didn't even finish all my work!

In all my distress, I woke up Tate and he looked at me with his adorable sleepy eyes while I ran around the room and gathered all my books. He realized what I was doing and immediately stood up with intention to drag me back to bed.

"No, Tate, I have to finish this!"

"Relax. You need sleep. It's three in the morning."

"Yes, but how will I sleep when I know I left half of my assignments unfinished?"

He smiled innocently at me while I looked at him, not understanding his sudden mood change.

"I can help you fall asleep. If you want to." I looked at him, then at my books.

I was still confused. "I do, but...You have sleeping pills or something?"

At that he grinned at the floor and my chest fluttered.

"Let's just get to bed. I'll show you, but you have to relax." I couldn't hear a thing in that moment, not even the rain, not the pounding in my chest. I wasn't oblivious anymore. I knew what he meant and I still let him do whatever he pleased.

In seconds I was on bed with Tate slowly climbing on top of me. My face was burning and I couldn't see straight, but I didn't move.

He slowly put his hand on my pants, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband. "May I?"

I just nodded, not being able to form a proper sentence, but it was enough for him to take both, my pants and my underwear down.

His dark eyes were literally glowing while his mouth watered at the sight of me. Tate spread my legs and lowered himself enough to reach my aching cunt.

He looked up, smiling innocently before he went to work. His tongue licked me, up and down and I immediately grabbed his blond locks for support. He repeated the movement and it made me want to let out ungodly sounds, but I remembered we weren't alone and my parents were probably sleeping. If they found us like this, with Tate's head between my legs and my fingers in his hair...I would be joining Tate at being dead.

He put one finger in while his tongue circled my swollen clit and I accidentally pulled his hair. He let out a soft groan and I almost smirked for myself. I did it again and Tate groaned into me.

He didn't plan on stopping, apparently. Tate wanted me to see stars. I just wasn't sure how was this going to help with my sleep. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to close an eye for the rest of the night.

Tate decided to add another finger and I almost lost it there, but I couldn't let myself ruin this perfect moment. Not yet.

"If I add one more will you stop being to stubborn?"

"Let's find out." And he wasn't kidding. He stretched me put enough to put his third finger in and I moaned into my hand, not being able to control myself anymore.

He continued working with his tongue and it didn't take me long after that to lift my hips as I came on his mouth. He pressed his hand over my stomach to pin me back on bed as I clenched around his fingers.

He got up, licking his fingers and cleaning up his swollen mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He took it off and did the same with my mess.

My legs were weak, I could barely change, but he helped me and got under the covers.

I joined him and realized that I haven't once thought about my assignments.

"Tate?"

"Yes?"

"Are we still friends?"

"Of course. Especially when you're in the need of sleeping pills."

I fell asleep with the weight of his hand on me while rain pounded on my window.

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this my sound silly, but do you have any advice on how you come up with something to say for a story?

I think you're right that good art has something to say and communicates it well. That's certainly true of every story I've ever loved.

But while I love inventing fantasy worlds, you've made me realize I've never actually planned to say anything with them.

I've got lots of opinions, lots of beliefs, lots of stuff to say, but now that I realize I need to, it's been hard to pick one of those to be the core point of a story.

the trouble is, the dominant writing advice I saw online was the opposite. that stories made for the purpose of communicating a message or promoting something just turn into preachy propaganda, so the best way to make a good story (that, dare I invoke the curse, appealed to a wider audience) was to muddy it so you could take away as many interpretations from it as possible. thus most of the material I've given myself to work with has been slightly poisoned.

I really like how you said all of that! I agree with your assessment of the advice most people give.

Here's how I do it:

A loose concept, like a disgraced knight falling in love with the King's head of staff who's come to live in the village he's hiding in, will pop into my brain. I'll like the concept. I'll imagine one or two interactions between them that I just like.

But when it comes time to write anything down, even just for my own notes—then it's time to find a message. And usually that's not hard, or at least, that's not disingenuous, because:

what I believe, my worldview, was already subliminally shaping the things that I liked.

So then as I go to write down the names, the histories, the plot points, of my fun little knight love story idea, I find that something kind of...readily fits them.

But now here's the catch; it really helps to know what you believe, and to feel strongly about it, for all of that to come as naturally as possible.

About Propaganda "versus" Stories:

It's a lie to say that something which is created to say something is always propaganda, and something which is created with no careful point thought out is always art. Silly thing to believe. It's like saying "all words are propaganda." No, all words are communication. It's not our fault they don't like that we know what we want to say, and we want them to understand it clearly.

I mean. All art is propaganda, if by "propaganda" or "preachy" you mean, "I tried to take what was going on in my head & heart and put it in your head & heart." All art, all storytelling, is that. Otherwise you'd just keep what you think and feel bouncing around in your own brain, instead of doing anything outward (writing, drawing, painting, singing, speaking, reacting with your body language) with it.

I think what people are getting at when they say "avoid being preachy" or "that's not art, it's propaganda" is "you weren't being genuine." And that can be true. Sometimes people can tack a meaning onto a movie or a story where it doesn't fit because they either a) don't believe that strongly in the thing themselves, but everyone around them was clamoring for it or b) they were lazy and didn't do the work to make the story fit, genuinely, with the message, in a way that enhances and makes the message winsome.

But as bad as those two mistakes are, neither of them prove that intending to say something with your story, very carefully and genuinely, that you don't want misinterpreted, is somehow a bad thing.

Look at the fairy tales that the Brothers' Grimm collected. Look at any stories from the time before commercialism: Our oldest stories combined genuine enjoyment with the virtues and meanings that made enjoyment possible/worthwhile.

Anyway. I have a feeling you agree with me already about this so I'll hop down off that soap box.

What Comes First: Having Fun Making What You Like, or Choosing Something to Say?

I don't think it is wrong to tell a story that...you didn't have an intended thesis written down for. I think people like J.R.R. Tolkien and Walter Elias Disney prove that. But the thing is, what they believed got infused into their storytelling, because of course it did. It can't help it. When you want the audience to like your lead character, you make her likeable—but the traits you think are likeable are informed by something.

Snow White is innocent and pure because Walt Disney naturally considered those things beautiful and good and worth liking. He probably didn't even think to write it down and revolve everything around it: it just came out that way.

Frodo is a little scholar, and willing to soldier on with what little he can do, despite his lack of experience, because those are character traits Tolkien felt were good and likeable. Why? Because deep down, in his worldview, he believes being book-smart and doing what you can with what you have is valuable. And that just...comes out, much like his valuing of history, in the thing he creates.

Now, if they didn't know what they believed--or if they were insecure people "blown about by every wind of false doctrine" that comes their way--or if they were focused more on satisfying what the largest number of people liked--they wouldn't have been able to infuse the story with any genuine meaning, planned-out or natural.

That's what I think.

I think it's all a matter of loving what's good and true. Training your affections, so that you care most about things that are worth caring about—the things you feel most strongly about in characters will be the things you feel most strongly about in life. I love Stitch because I love redemption. Not primarily because I love sci-fi characters, the color blue, or the blend of ugly-and-cute—even though I do like those things on a more minor scale. See?

But if you've trained your affections for junk food—you feel most strongly appreciative of characters that are hot, or spout off funny one-liners, or come onscreen to cool music—then that's what will naturally come up in your own storytelling.

There's also nothing wrong with doing it the other way; saying you want to teach a certain lesson, and then coming up with characters and settings to fit that lesson. Coming at it from that direction is just as valid—as long as you put in the work, and care more about that lesson you genuinely believe in than you do what other people think.

Anyway,

To Write Your Own Main Point/Thesis/Armature/Theme

When it’s time to start writing anything down, it’s time to figure out the main point, and that’s when I...typically think about what I'd want to teach the kids I'm around, to be honest.

With my disgraced-knight love story, I go "what is it he loves about the girl, in all those vague vibe-y scenes I’ve been picturing?" And I make the connection between her virtuous character traits to what I want him, the main character, to learn.

So for example, she used to live in the palace, working for the King, but she was humble enough to give all that up and live in a no-name town to take care of her stepfather. He's disgraced and doesn't want anyone to know who he is—well, that's a pride issue, totally the opposite of how humble his love interest is. And why’s she humble? Because she’s not focused on herself. She doesn’t care about her own reputation or status. So then I just reverse engineer that: the point of the story is "Live in the King's name, not your own." Now one of the two main characters embodies that—the other has to learn it, and the story is the obstacle course he’s pushed through to get there.

I wasn't consciously thinking about making her the king's former head of staff, or him disgraced, when I first came up with the vague concept of the story, see? I just liked the "vibe" of a hopeless dude suddenly seeing a ray of light in the "vibe" of a girl from poor circumstances who seems happy regardless of them. I liked that "vibe." Then I traced what I liked about the vibe back to something that is true and worth teaching or appreciating in real life.

I’m in a job I don’t love right now, and it could make me miserable, but if I just remember “in everything you do, whether in word or in deed, do for the glory of the Lord,” then my focus isn’t on myself and I have joy and hope. And that hope can be used to point others, around me, to hope, too. So I’m not “preaching” something disingenuous; I’m living it, because this is what I believe, so no wonder it’s also leaking it’s way into my story. I just happen to be creating a pipe so that the leak flows more smoothly, which can only help, in the long run.

But I’ve done it other ways, too. Once I watched kind of from afar as a friend’s family fell apart. I felt like, from the outside, I could see where one of my friends was hurting and what they needed to accept (from the Bible) to move forward, but I wasn’t in a position to say it to my friend directly. Then I figured, “if my one friend is going through this situation, others probably are too, and this lesson from the Bible is universal anyway” so I…made up an analogy for the way their family fell apart, then came up with an ending that taught the “family” in the analogy the lesson I got from the Bible. So for that, you can see how I first came up with the main point, then built up characters and a world and a story to fit around it.

Both ways work, the chicken or the egg first. But they only work if you are committed to working hard and serving others with your story, not committed to being popular or “only making what YOU like.”

Make sense? I hope so! Thank you for the question!

#Asked #answered #storytelling #writing #writing tips #stories #how to write #themes #theming #main point #Walt Disney #j.r.r. tolkien

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Okay but these frames show legitimate emotion on both of their faces. Chuuya's is from Dazai directly 'provoking' him, about Chuuya's shoddy martial art skills, and Akutagawa is from Atsushi's imploring question, that doesn't he want to be strong?

And these are subtly important conversations being referenced. Strength and the types it can take has been a major theme for both Atsushi and Akutagawa, and relevant to their overall arcs and bond. Initially Akutagawa utilises strength as a way to measure whether Atsushi is worthy of being Dazai's new mentee, and then they're paired as a battle union because of how well their strengths compliment each other. Meanwhile Atsushi is driven to use and develop his strength to protect others, so that he can earn the right to live. And both of them use the other as a motivation to get stronger, not wanting to fall behind the other.

With Dazai and Chuuya, it's a little more subtle. But we see Dazai comment on Chuuya's fighting style often.

First, when they reunite in the cellar for the first time in years Chuuya says something along the lines of 'I want to fight you, and crush you along with your schemes' but Dazai later responds with 'you aren't the top martial artist in the port mafia for nothing' to which Chuuya thinks 'he's predicting my attacks' to which Dazai responds with his line of 'I know your moving, pacing and habits. How else could I have been your partner?'. Chuuya's last dialogue there is that 'You can't beat me just by predicting my moves'.

Then, when they team up to save Q. It's brief this time, but Chuuya kicks at Dazai, and Dazai bounces out of the way with a cocky remark of 'Give it up, I'm familiar with your attacks, thrust, timing etc.' and Chuuya bites back with 'If I was serious I would have decimated your skull.'

The two conversations run the same. Dazai doesn't discount Chuuya's strength as a martial artist, there's no point. He knows, and Chuuya knows that he's a phenomenal fighter. Instead, Dazai simply says that all your training is for naught, because you can't hurt Me. The threat is in being known too well. Dazai can't help but hammer it in, that You are Known by Me. And Chuuya always responds with a warning. Chuuya, who surrenders control to a beastly ability that kills indiscriminately always says 'If I am out of control, if I am serious, reading my moves will not save you'.

But here? Dazai tells Chuuya that he has a flimsy punch, that he's weak. The line feels strange in all honesty, because Dazai may use deceit, but he doesn't lie in this way. He doesn't tell Fyodor 'I deduced your location' in the cannibalism arc, he references and gives credit to Fitzgerald. He tends to win by controlling the circumstances, not bluffing. He's good at lying, but it isn't a habit, and it certainly wouldn't work on Chuuya.

So Dazai utilises this rhetoric, a weak one to provoke Chuuya. But it's interesting, because that's genuine emotion on Chuuya's face.

Both Akutagawa and Chuuya prove responsive to the external stimulus. Akutagawa even repeats Atsushi when he says 'stronger' showing evidence of internal thought. And the damning evidence.

A literal point of view shot from Akutagawa, anime exclusive. The vampires aren't puppets or drones. We know that Bram has converted humans into vampires before, and since he's ostensibly a good guy, having 'converted vampires are glorified muppets' wouldn't really work.

They're trapped. They're inside their bodies, watching themselves work for villains who killed and manipulate them, and forced to watch the people they care about suffer under their own hands.

I've seen a lot of theories of 'Chuuya wakes up and sees the blood', hell I've made some myself, but that's not the case. It's not that Chuuya will wake to a corpse. It's that he'll remember putting a bullet in one.

(unless of course Shenanigans happen and Mr Bungou Stray Dogs is Okay)

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd meta

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{ i've never actually finished a legacy challenge before but I am ridiculously attached to my main save sims so hopefully I will this time 😭I'm going to be starting the barbie legacy challenge by @sims-himbo, modified to fit where we're at with gen 2 }

ok so actually speaking when i say modified i mean like, super modified. i genuinely cannot bring myself to name so many sims barbara guys 😓 but after mercedes has a kid i'll probably give them the middle name barbie (like trisha paytas' kid ☠🧍‍♀️) BUT, just so we have some backstory on everything thats going on right now, here's a recap.

DAPHNE MAE CASTRO is the fourth and last child of Emilie and Jonah Castro, my gen 1 sims. She's clumsy, loves the outdoors, a romantic, unforgettable, and wants to be a housewife. Take care of her garden, her daughter, and live a nice, happy, life. TAKING AFTER HER OLDER BROTHER ROMAN, she is also a little too romantic. In fact she is so flirty that she ends up in really, really awkward situations. Like when she kissed her best friend Ciara at prom and then ran away which started an argument that ended with her crying in the shower at home. TO GET OVER THIS ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC EXPERIENCE, she gets wasted at a party and ends up hooking up with two boys, Nicolas and Rafael, in the same night (not at the same time 🙏😭). They actually end up hitting it off really well and she became FWB with both of them. She just... didn't tell them that she was sleeping with someone else. THIS PROVES TO BE A GENUINELY TERRIBLE DECISION when she finds out that she is not only pregnant, but she also doesn't know who the father is. If it isn't the consequences of her actions 😋 THE SITUATION IS BAD ALREADY BUT IT GETS A 100 TIMES WORSE when she finds out that they are in fact, twin brothers. Rafael and Nicolas Blaze, born out of a summer romance between a wealthy business man and a lower class girl, are both definitely horrified that they've been sleeping with the same girl, but also horrified that she is pregnant! STILL NOT KNOWING WHO THE FATHER IS, they're both equally as involved in her pregnancy, even helping her move out into a little trailer. Family is family either way and Daphne is still their... friend? Whatever, we don't get into their convoluted feelings for the sake of the baby. MERCEDES ELEANORA BLAZE is born healthy and reasonably happy to a single teen mom who is trying her best to not fuck up again. She's healing from the absolute shit show that was her pregnancy, but at least Rafael and Nicolas are involved. And hey, she can find out who the father really is now.

AND THAT'S WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW!!! Daphne recently aged up into a young adult and Mercedes into a toddler 💗💗

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dany-is-my-queen · 2 years

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Your Heartbeat is a Wonderful Sound

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Sorry for any grammar mistake! I love this princess so much. We really do need more content of her

“If you must wed Laenor Valeryon or Jason Lannister, or wish to share your bed with your uncle or that knight of yours. Know that it’s alright, Rhaenyra. I understand.” You finished saying, with ache in your soul. Of course you knew she couldn’t be utterly yours forever. No matter how bad you wanted it. She was the heir to the Iron Throne. She was the princess, a Targaryen. Who were you to set her apart from her destiny anyway?

“You know damn well, lady Baratheon, that you are the only one I crave. The only want I’d take in marriage. The only one I want to be intimate with. My only heart’s desire. Tell me please, how can I prove it to you so all those doubts are erased from your mind?” Rhaenyra entreated. That wasn’t really the question in the table for the Princess’s love was something that was always so present for you. Was cleaner than day itself, more tangible than anything you’ve ever experimented. Still, it lingered. More so because now, King Viserys was urging her to get betrothed to someone worthy of her. All by the Hand’s “advice”, and also cause he wished to see her daughter whole. Little did he know she has already found someone she cared madly about. You, the youngest child of Lord Borros Baratheon. “Y/N.” She tried to gain your attention. You were lost in thought. Really wasting the little time you had together. “Y/N. Please, say something, my love.”

And her term of endearment did it. You melted under her lucid gaze. Staring upon her bright, gentle eyes. The look on them so soft… filled with nothing but adoration, and yet concern for the lack of words from your end.

“I love you, Rhaenyra.” Was all you muttered under your breath. Was all you could express as of now. Truth be told, nothing scared you more than the mere fact of losing her for good to another. For her to finally give the next step with someone other than you. You did fathom the entire situation here. Both your places, your duties. However, you weren’t ready to let her go. Not now, not ever. You meant to play the strong role in front of her. But she was your Queen since the day you made her acquaintance, she was your world.

“And I love you. I’m not leaving you behind, Y/N.” She made an emphasis on your name, she always got it right. “Believe me on this one, will you? I can’t exist without you anymore. There’s no power in the planet that can separate me from you. No magic that can outlast my feelings for you. When we are up in the clouds… together, we become one of the same. When we have our private encounters, I’m reborn over and over again. You are perfect with all the weight of the word, my darling girl. You are the Realm’s delight, not me. I’m the lucky one. If I could, I would ask your hand in marriage to Lord Borros and take you to the Throne Room at once, pledge myself to you and say my vows out loud so the Gods, all the people in King’s Landing and beyond would hear me declare my unfaltering love. I would get atop Syrax and fly to Essos, to the very North too so that everyone would know. This.” The young silver-head took your hand and placed it over her chest, right upon her heart. “This, beats for you alone. This, belongs to you. The love it holds for you is eternal, Y/N. It will never die, will never fade away. You will always live here, inside me. That’s why I’m never afraid of losing you.”

The tears you were trying so hard to keep were bursting dramatically off you. Rolling down your cheeks as Rhaenyra added nothing else and just wrapped you in her warm embrace. You would stay there for as long as you could. Lost in time, lost in her arms, in the unwavering confession she had made. Hoping you would indeed, believer her. For everything that came out of her mouth was legit, genuine. And you hoping, one of these days you two could take her she-dragon and elope together.

#game of thrones fic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #daenerys targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader#rhaenyra targaryen #got #hotd #rhaenyra x reader #dragon queen

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for not wanting to talk to my exes anymore? It's been two months and I'm still thinking about this. I (22nb) was in a semi-platonic/semi-romantic relationship with two people (both 20+) I thought were really genuinely lovely. There were communication issues but we're all three traumatized and have massive issues with confrontation so I sort of let a lot of it slide. A lot of it was them just... not telling me things? they'd go to each other for support when they were having bad times but never me. Nor would they ever tell me what was going on - both would just vanish and not respond for like 3 to 6 hours every evening with no warning. I did ask at one point if one of them could at least just... drop us a message and be like "talk later, having a hard time". Which I feel like isn't unreasonable? It apparently was though.

So February into March this year was really tough. I was in my final year (technically the final two months!!) of my undergrad and coping with some abuse in therapy, so I was a bit more all over the place. One of them started really just.... not talking to me and the other started being really off. Like if I spoke to them, it was in dms and never as a group until they wanted to call and play something in the evening.

In March, I had a massive mental health crisis personally and due to some really unfortunate circumstances, ended up unmedicated. This resulted in a psychotic episode (that I identified and informed them about). During this, one of them suggested that if I was having such a hard time with them, if breaking up would be better. And I sort of lost it? I wasn't mean, but I was really stressing that my paranoia and erraticness wasn't about them - I was having a psychotic episode and was incredibly mentally unwell.

It ended up with them both being angry at me and not speaking to me for a day. Everything proceeded far more awkwardly from there. I got back on my medication and somewhat recovered, but ended up needing to move back in with my parents during the exam season (I was a danger to myself). The night I got home, they broke up with me specifically. Because it "didn't feel like we were partners anymore" and I was "unhelpful and uncommunicative". They wanted to continue being friends though.

And I tried to be friends for the next month. I really tried. But it just felt... hollow. And then when I tried to inform one of them of something, they started lecturing me on my behavior.

So I decided... I didn't want to talk to them at that time. And I said as much, in private.

To which they took screenshots of personal conversations and posted them to a group server to prove they weren't the bad guys to mutual friends.

There were a lot of other little things. Like they'd talk to each other constantly but only one would talk to me consistently and this was framed as a "you're bad at communicating" thing to me. I tried consistently to reach out and show both I cared and ended up just.. being ignored or getting one word answers. Me expressing boundaries such as "can we have serious conversations when I'm level headed and not immediately (like not an hour after, I mean Directly, 2 seconds later "hey anon here's a boundary I never told you" after) after I've had a depressive breakdown or me asking to take ten minutes to settle my emotions when being told things were both sort of dismissed. Or even just... they always Expected I'd be there for group gaming sessions with their friends/did gaming sessions without me but got wildly upset when I spent an evening calling/gaming with a friend of mine who lives in a different country (to the point of being petty enough to make another server without me with a couple people and game/call Only There for like a week).

I just got... fed up with being treated like the bad guy? I wasn't always nice, but neither were they. I tried consistently to communicate/be as reasonable as I could and just felt like I was hitting brick walls. Communicating how I wanted the relationship to look always turned into me mimicking an abusive ex or something (seriously - one of them said that something I asked for was what their wildly abusive ex did and therefore wasn't okay).

I'll also note - I only ever shared parts of the breakup with close friends in DMs or in private conversation. Never publicly, and with minimal screenshots. Nothing I said was in a public space at all.

So Tumblr - AITA for not wanting to continue the friendship?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tw // reality check

uhh. just had a p-shifter interact with me and now I’m realizing seeing people who genuinely believe they can p shift is kind of a trigger for me, thanks! /s

if anyone who actually, genuinely believes in p-shifting sees this (not talking about people who experience delusions/psychosis and identify as p shifter because of it, but specifically people who argue that p shifting is REAL and spread false “science” about it):

please don’t go down this route. it was so incredibly toxic for me. the belief in p shifting itself was harmful to me because I was so caught up in this idea that I didn’t need to have a human life (I had other stuff going on but that arguably makes it worse that I was taught to believe in something this wild while in a very vulnerable state) and I remember staying up really late some nights just trying to p shift. I remember convincing myself my teeth and eyes were changing, I ignored medical problems because I thought they were signs I was turning into a wolf. I ignored my human health because I thought I wasn’t meant to be human. I did not take care of myself at all.

I was taken in by cults and toxic packs with hierarchies based on outdated misinformation about wolves. I fought with people about my p shifting belief so much that I pushed so many people away and only surrounded myself with others who agreed with me.

maybe stop and think- why have you not seen proof of p shifting, if so many people claim they can? why is there no solid evidence? does your friend who claims to be able to p shift have ridiculous rules like that they aren’t allowed to take pictures of their shifts because of the government, yet they’re able to talk freely about it online? do parts of their story ever not line up with things they’ve said before, or not make total sense? why do you think YOU are able to shapeshift and no other human has figured it out aside from a handful of super secretive people online who all have very convenient excuses to not give you solid evidence of their physical shifting?

please look up cult/manipulative behaviors and learn how to recognize them because you WILL encounter these people who are trying to manipulate you in the p shifting community, that is a fact, whether your bestie who claims to totally p shift every week is preying on you or not, someone will. please, please take care of yourself.

I wanted to be a wolf so bad. I was dysphoric and dealing with a lot of mental health issues and an abusive family and wanted SO badly to believe in p shifting that I was willing to deny reality and convince myself I was getting past some mental barrier very slowly. but nothing ever happened. it left me exhausted and hopeless, that was it. I put so much faith into something that just was never ever going to happen, and was so incredibly disappointed. it makes me so sad realizing I wasted a few years of my life trying to do the literal impossible. you can have your beliefs if you really want to but my god, do not center your entire life around a belief that has ZERO basis in reality. do not push away your friends because they disagree with you. do not ruin your human life because you think you will become an animal and run away from society to live in the woods.

also don’t interact if you’re going to argue that actually p shifting is real because of this outdated science article that is extremely vague or because “nothing is impossible, only improbable”. been there, done that, debunked everything you could throw at me and now I’m just tired of seeing young people fall down the wrong path and knowing nothing I can say will convince them that p shifting isn’t real. it’s like trying to tell someone their religion is fake- there’s no way to prove it isn’t real but there’s no proof it exists either (and your super blurry picture of someone wearing a fake mermaid tail doesn’t count as proof), but we all know how religion can hurt people (not always, but it can).

#therian #otherkin

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jess-the-vampire · 1 year

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Toh Swap Au Concepts

ok, so i have a couple swap au ideas that i promised to share, so i'm gonna share them.

These are ideas i've had, but don't have the time to really flesh out into a unique toh swap/canon divergence au like arofam, but i wanna share my ideas so maybe some of you might use them and flesh them out yourselves into a fun swap/divergence au and make them work.

No one has to keep ALL my ideas for them, but i should put them out there anyways.

Maybe i’ll come back to them myself one day, but for now i’d love you to hear them and maybe they’ll inspire you.

Philip Human Au:

So in this one the wittebanes are set in modern day, Caleb is like camila, he's in charge of taking care of his younger brother ever since their parents passed away. Philip is troubled, he doesn't get along with other students and doesn't make friends. He and Caleb, before caleb turned 18 and could live with his brother on their own, were in a very strict religious foster home. Philip came out of it stifling his creativity and fearing the unknown. When philip is at risk of being taken out of caleb's care because of how philip acts, caleb hopes to send him off to a fun summer camp so he can make friends and help him out.

So caleb is doing what he can to prevent the brothers from being separated, something he genuinely fears could happen and he's under so much pressure to keep them together. He's scared to tell philip this could happen, tho philip takes this as caleb not wanting him anymore.

But philip ends up on the isles when his journal is stolen.

There, he starts off being offhandish about magic and witches, having been raised to fear them, but stays, thinking if he can prove himself here...caleb won't throw him away like he likes.

no i'm not entirely sure who should be there for most of the other swap cast, maybe nothing changes for you, but yeah, this au helps philip embrace magic and truly come into his own.

And on top of that, Perhaps evelyn exists in this universe in eda's place and she and caleb have a blossoming romance somehow, and it ends with caleb moving to the isles. Caleb is heartbroken when he finds out philip and him ended up separated or that philip thought he didn't want him anymore.

Also on top of this, luz, another human that may be in disguise herself, is on the isles as the most influential witch there, maybe as a ruler or as just a normal, but she's trapped in constantly trying to live out her fantasy.

Maybe she wants to free the collector in hopes he'll help her make the isles everything she wants it to be without having to ever face what she ran away from on earth.

There's a lot still open to changes and adjustments, but i think it's def a fun idea for an au.

Willow au:

Ok so, who wants a Willow the human au? Willow is a student on earth who faces frequent bullying, people make her feel weak, look down on her, and she's ended up shy and alone as a result despite knowing she can be so much more. Her dads are worried about her and consider transferring her to another school but end up sending her to a camp of a subject she's not even interested in, in hopes she'll make friends and have opportunities for a great job someday.

Instead, she ends up on the isles, i'm not sure who would be in eda's spot, maybe lilith, or maybe we got wild and put someone like terra here XDD

But willow starts to feel more confident in herself and her abilities and embrace her love of plants here, she loves the sports, makes a new friend in gus and luz, and challenges the notions set against her.

Tho that's not all, hunter is magicless, but he's the top student and he's always trying to prove himself to his uncle, who runs his own company (maybe he makes artificial magic stuff idk). And he and willow start off on the wrong foot but form a romance over time as hunter learns to stand up to his uncle.

(Huntlow Romance happening along the way)

Caleb and Evelyn also run the company as co-owners and frequently argue with philip about the pressure he puts on hunter but eventually they do put their foot down. (Also maybe some witteclaw kids are hunter's siblings)

on top of that, the Blights are the royal family of the isles, odalia turning the world more cooperate and alador rarely having the ability to stand up to her. Amity and her siblings are all "Golden guard" types, but while edric and emira rarely take the job seriously, amity does because of how much she's under odalia's foot and she feels the pressure to live up to her expectations.

So yeah, we got blights vs Willow in a whole new way here.

That's an outline of this au, i don't have a lot else to say on it, there's plenty of room to mess with it, but i think there's potential to have it's own fun unique direction.

maybe the wittebanes are still human, maybe odalia also is working with the collector to keep her on the top, lotta room for fun here.

So yeah, fun swap aus with twists that could make them into unique canon divergence/swap aus, they don’t have to follow canon to an exact, they’re a fun spin on the canon show + putting characters into each other’s roles.

and i loved coming up with them, even if i don’t complete them into a full project myself

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I love Bede because he's an asshole, he's unapologetically an asshole, but he isn't treated like a lost cause. I always love seeing traumatized characters in fiction who are Jerks. Especially ones who get support and help later on.

Bede is an asshole and mean and rude but it doesn't mean he should be left behind. Say what you will about the destruction of the mural (Bede did destroy a very important part of Stow-On-Side and that is Bad) But I think it is notable that Bede genuinely did think that destroying an important part of a major town to fulfill the Chairman's wishes was a good idea. And also thought battling people for wishing stars was a good idea. I think that says a lot about his relationship with the Chairman and what he thought Rose wanted from him.

I always liked that after Opal, Bede was still, a bit of an ass. First of all the gym challenge takes place over the span of like...3 weeks? A month? Bede's not gonna make a personality flip but you can tell just by how he poses that Bede is happier. The fact he can even Admit His Mistakes in the post-game is notable.

This is the same person who WANTED A DO-OVER IN THE STOW-ON-SIDE BATTLE! Yet Bede is able to grow because he's given support and help.

And again this calls into question the Chairman's relationship with Bede but it proves more importantly that Bede is not a lost cause, and he shouldn't be abandoned. Something he constantly fears happening to him throughout SWSH.

I just...really like Bede's character. It has a lot of a good concepts just poor execution like most of the game really.

(Also I was looking through the Buldapedia quotes page and Bede has a lot of Fascinating Masters EX quotes

Here's one about Opal:

Random conversation

"Sometimes, I find myself thinking about the Ballonlea Stadium in Galar." "I wonder if the stadium's been cleaned and if the Pokémon are being cared for properly while I'm gone." "*sigh* It's not like me to worry about these things."

If spoken to again

"It's because I met Ms. Opal that my life has changed so dramatically." "Do you have anybody like that?" "A person so intense they change your life."

And here's one about the Wishing Star Gathering

Random conversation

"I had some frustrating experiences with my Gym Challenge back in Galar, but that helped me realize something..." "You should be the one to decide how to live your life." "Your own dreams and goals should be the ones you choose yourself. Otherwise, what's the point?"

If spoken to again

"I will walk this path and reach the pinnacle of what Fairy types can do." "This is my goal. I've chosen it with my own will." "I hope that you might also have such a goal."

Again this has Certain Implications about how Bede was treated but yeah fun quotes thank you Masters EX for the character insight)

#pkmn #pokemon bede #gym leader bede #pkmn swsh #pokemon sword and shield #sword and shield #swsh #bede swsh #pkmn meta #didnt expect to write bede meta tonight but I couldnt sleep so *shrugs*

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trans-cuchulainn · 10 months

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i had a friend who got a massive book deal, translated into 12 languages or something right off the bat, huge publicity campaign, etc. and we weren't very close friends, just online acquaintances via a particular community, and she'd been inactive there for a while due to being busy, so there was no, like, regular contact between us. which meant for several months i had this kind of festering jealousy, but i did my best never to show it, because we were acquaintances if not friends, and that would be mean, i was supposed to be happy for her. i just... didn't have enough personal associations to disrupt those feelings, you know?

and then when the book came out, she was doing an event fairly near me, at a bookshop i had been looking for an excuse to visit. (it was far enough away that it required a specific journey.) she normally lived in another country but her publisher had arranged this uk tour, because, big book deal, meaning it was a rare chance for us to meet. so i went along, planning how i would introduce myself: "hey, i used to be in that group chat with you, not sure if you remember..." she would not, i thought, remember me or recognise me without context, and this was going to be embarrassing, but i would power through

the event, when i got there, was actually pretty small. i sat myself in the front row because it made it easier to prop my cane up in front of me without getting in anyone's way, and waited

and she walked in. and she saw me. and she went "oh my god! néide, is that you?" and, ignoring that she was meant to be starting the event, came over and hugged me. "how are you? i had no idea you'd be here, this is so cool!", genuinely curious, genuinely happy to see me to the point of throwing off the professional author persona entirely, apparently genuinely thrilled that i had come at all. after the event, we chatted for a while and took pictures together for me to send to the group chat and all of that, holding up the whole signing line until i eventually pointed out she should probably talk to someone else and ducked out

and you know what? while i still feel a level of professional jealousy (which i think is natural when you work in a similar/adjacent field to someone), on a personal level, the resentment is GONE. because she was kind. because she put our acquaintanceship above the event for one minute and treated me like a friend even though we hadn't chatted in months. i have had acquaintances who left everyone else for dust when they found success, but it was wrong of me to assume this friend would do that without any evidence of it, and she proved that to me in a moment

i don't have a moral here, this is just an anecdote that i think about sometimes. it's hard when you have successful friends but it taught me that if i am ever in the position of being the successful friend, i want to be the one who makes them think "oh but they're so kind, though, i legit can't resent them" and not the one who prompts a "wow well they pissed off as soon as they made it, didn't they? fuck them then". i can't guarantee to recognise my internet friends on sight because i am faceblind as fuck but. i want to be the one who takes time for the people i care about, no matter what else is going on

and. yeah. i can hold a grudge like nobody's business but i can also hold whatever the positive equivalent of a grudge is. "that person was nice to me once when i was feeling insecure and i have never, ever forgotten it" can be just as powerful, sometimes, as "that person was a bitch to me and I never forgave them"

so, i want to be the kind of person people hold positive grudges about

#be more kind #personal

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