#and lastly I wish people would just make their intentions and how they feel about me clearer

[whimsyprinx]

i do wish that people wouldn’t reach out only because I’m upset and they felt obligated to do so, similarly I wish people wouldn’t ignore or avoid me because “you seemed like you were in a bad place and I thought you needed space” especially without saying so, you’re not obligated to speak to me (see first point) but like being avoided makes me feel worse especially when I’m not even told about it, what I want is to feel genuinely wanted and not to be spoken to out of pity or ignored for similar reason.

#whimsy whispers #whims woes #also since we’re here #also I’ve said it before as well but I wish people understood that sending pictures videos posts etc aren’t equivalent to actually #talking to people and trying to have a conversation #I don’t feel like we’re friends because you sent me a post like I do like when people send me posts but that doesn’t mean we’re friends who #talk daily posts aren’t a conversation so stop acting like they are #and lastly I wish people would just make their intentions and how they feel about me clearer #I just want people to tell me if they don’t want to hear from me or be friends anymore or if they’re never going to reach out first #but instead it’s just radio silence as it will always be #I’m not going to ask people about this either because it usually spirals into a long message where I’m seeking rearrange and validation and #that hasn’t done any good #idk reaching out and trying to figure out my place in peoples lives doesn’t work it doesn’t do anyone involved any good huh? #but also knowing this doesn’t make me feel any better #as said previously I don’t really think I’m going to feel better about any of this any time soon but like idk #I’ve cried about it I say with my thoughts while in post limit limbo and now im gonna reblog a bunch of posts because what else is there to #do? #delete later probably

[voidpacifist]

things I loved about season four of sex ed (spoilers ahead)

the amount of representation present this season. the disability rep, the queer and trans rep, how not shy the writers were confronting different trans and disability rights issues head on.

eric's arc with his religion and his gayness and how he was able to reconcile the two. this one really hit home for me as someone who is both queer and a person of faith. I love getting to see gayness have a place within faith, it just healed something for me, okay?

otis was so classically otis but he finally (FINALLY) acknowledged his own idiosyncrasies without just writing them off as being the fault of wounds in his life. by the end of ep 8 he was dedicated to making things better for himself and for other people and I'm actually so proud of him for that.

aimee's journey with healing from her SA trauma and how she navigated a new relationship with that. also I know it probably wasn't intentional but she's a very autistic coded character to me and watching her flourish as herself with isaac just did something so special to my heart. I would level cities for her.

and adam too!! him finally getting the closure he needed with eric and them communicating !!!! the scene at erin wiley's funeral when eric is able to tell adam how genuinely proud of him he is, just,,,my heart I love it when people get to heal !! also again with the unintentional neurodivergent rep, like come on - sitting undiagnosed by yourself, handsome? he's just like me fr.

I was worried the writers wouldn't do isaac's character justice, even though he was given a good arc in season three I was still anxious about where they would take it now that maeve was overseas and honestly, they didn't give him very much of a story outside of his history and who he was when he was with maeve. similar to aimee with him, I really liked watching more of his artistic traits pop out and I loved seeing him have a healthy friendship with someone. even better, I love it when the feelings he harbored for that person were mutual with no strings attached. I wasn't expecting him and aimee to be endgame but I'm absolutely not disappointed about it (you can tell he's my fav because I've written the longest paragraph about him so far).

cal and aisha and pk. need I say anything more? my only gripe is that I wish we could have had a glimpse of the three of them on a date or even see if there were other people in the polycule but that's okay !! I also just really loved cal's journey with themself and I loved getting to see them supported for their identity it meant so very much to me.

lastly but certainly not the least, I loved that otis and o ended on mutually agreeable terms with each other, it just really added to the whole theme of trying to heal and open new doors and be okay with things not being in control all the time. it was especially touching that he gave his position as therapist to her because he knew and acknowledged he had work to do on himself like !!! very rare otis w but totally welcomed. had the show continued I would have loved to see more development w him.

#otis #eric #aimee #isaac #adam #o #otis milburn #eric effiong #aimee gibbs #isaac goodwin #adam groff #sex education #sex ed netflix #sex ed #sex education s4 #sex education season 4 #sex education spoilers

[artsybelle1015]

Vil x Anxious!Female!Reader

A short fic about Vil being worried for the prefect.

warnings: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns, also is Yuu, panicking and anxiety, spoilers for book 5!!! not proof read!

•••

“You,” Vil snapped to her. “Get up and fix your posture, you own this place now act like it.”

Life had been bothersome for [Y/N] ever since the SDC group had to intrude on her home. First off is Ace and Deuce, they were loud and hurt her ears, she loved them but couldn’t be around them too long because of the pain. Then, there was Kalim and Jamil, who always were arguing one sidedly. Kalim was loud as well, but Jamil was scary, he seemed like he would snap at any second. Lastly, surprisingly took the cake for the worst scenario of people who could live with him, the Pomefiore trio.

Firstly, Epel wasn’t as bad as the other two, but he was always making semi-sexist remarks and miserable around the house. Second, Rook was straight up creepy and had a vibe, he may mean well but at the same time she felt some privacy to be gone. Him even looking at her made her feel like he knew her darkest secrets.

Vil was the worst of them all though, making a strict eating plan, strict bedtime, and always judging everyone for anything. She was a frightened soul always, his stares made it no better. Those eyes were filled with disgust. Despite that, she could never be the confident manager he wants, she can’t support them the way he wishes.

She didn’t want part of this, it was the other three of her friends who did, but Crowley forced this on her. How cruel can someone be? Grim was already enough to deal with!

Although he had the best intentions, everyone was scared of Vil (apart from Rook) and thought he was out of line for his training. Deep down, everyone knew he was right and had the best intentions in mind, they all had a goal to win and he knew what to do.

He wasn’t a bad person, but she crumbled in the corner of the hallways, his figure looming over her. She had been triggered by Ace and Deuce arguing and just wanted some quiet, not to be interrogated. A cry broke out from her which caught even Vil by surprise.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, pushing the front of her body more towards the walls. Everything was getting to her, she just wanted some peace.

Instead of getting angry, he only sat down beside her. “I agree they are being horrendous now as of currently though, if it weren’t for them I promise you this would be a respectful house. You though, need to calm down and go somewhere more appropriate instead of breaking down in the hallways.”

This made her feel worse, shying away from him more.

He sighed, “Okay, how about we go for a walk.”

This surprised her a bit, she wasn’t used to that forward of kindness, she shot a look to make sure he wasn’t fooling around. He wasn’t, of course he wasn’t he is Vil Schoenheit, a celebrity dedicated to his crafts.

“May I hold your hand?”

She slowly nodded, still stunned. He merely just grabbed her hand and walked her to the downstairs and outside, ignoring any comment being made. His skin was silky and smooth as expected, and the dorm uniform sleeve felt like a comforting velvet.

“Listen, although crying isn’t a solution, I don’t wish for you to feel unsafe,” he declared, taking them to the main street. “You may or may not have realized this, but we rely on you too, so I need you to be in your best shape.”

“Rely on me?” she sniffled, tears may have calmed down, but her voice was still horsed.

He didn’t say anything, just held tighter onto her hand and continued to stride forward. Although he spoke the truth, he didn’t want to admit her he wanted to see her happy and well for peace of mind.

•••

a/n: ik this is bad and not long, but it was practice for me with my own yuu basically and also because i haven’t completed my other two fics i’m working on since they’re long and detailed augh

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twst spoilers #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twst x y/n #disney twst #twst disney #twst vil x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x mc #vil x female reader #vil x yuu #twisted wonderland x female reader #vil schoenheit x yuu #vil schoenheit #yuu #twst yuu

[princevontwix]

(warning, LOONGG late night rambling post)

ok, so you know about Yume Nikki Online? that really good online multiplayer hub hosting both the original game and a collection of fangames? i feel like that idea could apply really well to OFF and its fangames too! and i got the perfect name for it, OFFline.

i imagine it can go with a similar premise of YNO but just allow people to talk and gather around in OFF-related games. but i see a lot of potential for OFFline to include some kind of PvP-dedicated fangame, which I'll call Engage. which, with how many ideas i have for it, might be best to not make in EasyRPG.

the basic idea i have in mind is that there's a central hub where people can just chat and hang out which has three divisions:

Versus

Team Battle

Arcade, subdivided into Campaign and Endless.

what all of these modes have in common is a shopkeeper. it'll probably be better to make them an original character, but basically, for Versus and Team Battle, at the beginning of a match, you're given a set amount of credits to purchase from a list of items, weapons, and armor. for consistency's sake, i think its best that certain items are locked for certain characters only (say, no one else can use weapons and armor for Home characters), but healing and damage items are fair play for all.

whoever hosts a room will be able to dictate which select fangame they'd wish to fight in (as in, which cast of characters both users must use), OR decide that anything goes and both users are free to make the party of their dreams (its also here that they'd be free to select which battle theme plays).

Versus mode is between two players, who have full control of their own parties. while Team Battle is a 4v4, where each player will have control over their selected party member.

as for Arcade, its basically just singleplayer fun; the intent is that with the large amount of enemies and bosses from the multitude of fangames present, it will bring something different each time via randomizer. Campaign i would describe as being similar to Smash 3DS's Classic Mode, where you're given 3 branching paths with varying difficulties. the more difficult ones you beat, the more credits you earn, where you can make a pitstop before each boss to stack up (with zodiac orbs being pricier). referring to the sketch above, yellow cubes are enemy encounters, red cubes are bosses, and purple is for the end-game boss (the final boss from the og game/fangame, if applicable). i figured that every 3rd or 4th encounter being a boss will help prevent the gameplay from being monotonous beatdowns of regular enemies. you'll get choices for enemies and bosses, but there's only one endgame boss and that's random each time.

and lastly, Endless mode is just that. this time, you're given a larger supply of credits to use and once you enter the first round, there's no going back. each round will supply a minute amount of health or energy items to use, but will progressively get more difficult. my hope here is that it isn't just more enemies each round, but for it to sometimes bring fewer but beefier enemies, and maybe even a miniboss. you progress through each round by clicking on the individual cube labeled with the appropriate number. i figured like this it'd be more reasonable to fit within RPG2k3's limits but at this point it would be bloated so oh well. and of course, once you die, it ends. a public leaderboard will be on display to show the top 10 players and their scores.

now to get the obvious out of the way, online functionality with this many features would be difficult, if not impossible, to implement. as such, i would not be opposed to taking an approach similar to the UT fangame Don't Forget, where OFFline will be developed on an engine like Gamemaker and attempt to re-create RPG2k3's vibe and the individual games being hosted, along with Engage. the problem with the latter is that i think its more realistic to just let EasyRPG do all the work in porting the fangames like YNO, rather than recreate each one in a more modern engine. but at the same time, that would be the only feasible way of having any of these planned features to work without any fuckups. of course, i suppose a workaround to having multiplayer work in RPG2k3 would be to have a Parsec session or something similar, but that'd only be a solution for Versus mode at best. it would definitely not work for Team mode and might conflict with general offline.

in fact, the idea of OFFline might take some mad wizardry to even make it work, and i wouldn't be surprised if it barely works. making it in EasyRPG and using 2k3 as the basis vs. making it in a modern engine is the double-edged sword of this whole hypothetical. i'd love for something like this to happen, but i imagine it would be too much work to not only develop, but to keep the servers online for an otherwise niche fanbase. still, i cant shake away how much potential and fun this could be.

with that said, rambling is now over!

#off #off the game #off game #off mortis ghost #game idea #ramblings #thx for coming to my tedtalk :]

[sttoru]

hey karina, in gonna ask a fairly odd question. as a writer myself, i personally try to make my y/n’s relatable, first and foremost for myself, and obviously for at least most people that will be reading my fics. so i assume every other writer does something similar as well.

so in your fics(which are super enjoyable and well written btw!) i noticed that you kind of praise y/n? through the characters eyes, but still. lots of authors do this, but this is my first time gathering the courage to ask, so please dont take it personally! and feel free to ignore my question! my issue is that i believe im unattractive and i hate making it seem otherwise, even in fiction. feels like im lying to myself. so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?😭 im genuinely going insane over this im so sorry. im also 20(unless i read your age with my ass) and i have never been loved or found attractive my whole life am i the issue? plus if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?😪 idk sorry if this is weird

hi, gonna answer this under the cut, bcs its kinda interesting?

firstly, thank you for the compliment! you're actually right about the thing u said in the beginning; nearly every writer out there is (a bit) self-indulgent when writing fics — me included. ofc, i try to keep out any descriptions about the reader's appearance so more people can actually enjoy my works and insert themselves when imagining whatever happens in the fic.

now to answer this first question; ‘so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?’

simple answer: it depends heavily on the writer. everyone has different intentions behind how and why they portray their reader in their fics like they do.

to answer it for me: it’s kind of both. i have worked on my self-confidence and i actually have learnt to appreciate and love how i look. so, naturally i think i am indeed pretty. but, of course, i still have some deeply rooted insecurities that ‘m still working on.

i partially wish to erase those by praising the reader in my fics. by having the characters complimenting the reader (me, because im super self indulgent when writing) it boosts my confidence & helps me feel better when i need it.

that’s why i also love to read other fics that have the same type of style; thus, where reader gets praised in any kinda way. whether it’s physical appearance or personality wise. sometimes i read fiction solely to avoid my irl problems / insecurities or kinda solve them in a way.

reading about a reader who constantly thinks shit about themselves, is just gonna multiply all those problems for me and make me miserable—so i don’t wanna write nor read that (though i sometimes do include or like to read stuff with, for example, a reader w trust issues. that’s when i need some comfort or when i am just in the mood for angst LOL)

second question: if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?

simple answer: there are many different reasons as to why someone could write or read fanfiction. not everyone who reads or writes it, do it to feel loved or because they’re missing out on affection irl. it can for example be for comfort or it can be just for fun because you simply like to read or love the characters! there’s no need for a deep reason behind everything. you don’t necessarily have to have a special reason to read fics.

for me: my reasons for writing and reading fiction are yes, partially because i wanna giggle and kick my feet reading about my fav characters as love interests, but also because it’s just fun! i mainly read when i’m bored tbh. sometimes when im in need of comfort, other times when i need to have a laugh. it heavily depends on my mood actually lolol

well, lastly, i hope you find someone who makes you feel loved irl. i’m sure there’s someone out there who you will meet and who will help you heal + gain self-confidence.

even if that person never comes; you have yourself. learning to love yourself may take a while, even a lifetime, but you will eventually get there. i hope that answers your questions <3 !!

#sttoru responds.

[uyuforu]

hello, i hope you're well!

for the game, here's my juno persona chart:

i'll do a tarot exchange for you;

• how will you and your future spouse meet?

cards: the magician, page of swords, nine of cups

-i feel like you have dreamt about your future spouse already, you two even before you met each other in the flesh, are already connected spiritually. i feel that you may have manifested this person to be your spouse, there's definitely a theme of the wish fulfilled here. i get the impression you guys may meet online, not exactly on a dating app, something like instagram. it's highly possible, they could reach out to you first, but not with the intention of a long term relationship first, they could just be testing the waters. you two would most likely first start out texting each other online then would make plans of meeting up later. lastly, for the actual meeting, the 9 of cups tells me you would meet them in a crowded place, full of energy, possibly a restaurant, there's definitely going to be food involved!

• what will be your future spouse's first impression of you?

cards: queen of swords, the high hierophant, seven of pentacles

-they will view you as aloof, but charming nonetheless, i feel like you may have libra placements, air energy for you seems prominent. they see you as a traditionalist, it's highly possible something about you is striking enough to make them see you are a bit different from the other partners they have been with previously; maybe they like dating casually but you believe in the idea of dating for marriage. deviating from tarot, but your energy seems graceful and i feel that you have a soft voice so they could just find your overall demeanor very graceful. they will see you as someone who has their affairs in order; feet strongly placed on the ground and a good head on the shoulders vibe. to them, your energy would seem a bit untouchable almost.

i hope this resonated for you! excited to see what you would tell me about my future spouse. <3

Thank you for participating to the game ^^. I am shocked about how accurate tour reading is! To the detail!! Exactly what happened, exactly how we met, the full process is here. Mind blowing! You really have a gift because this is truly amazing. And, yeah, how they felt about me seem quite very accurate too! My FS seem to really like Venusian people and I am libra rising, so it makes sense. Im still shocked!! Anyway, I hope you will like your reading too!!

Your Exchange Reading

✿ FS could look super proud but very good looking too.

✿ FS and you could meet somewhere popular, somewhere warm, during summer, you could also meet somewhere people have fun, where people take pictures. It could be at a moment you feel more confident, you take more pictures, you want to be seen. You could get a major glow up too. It could also be gaining popularity or even fame.

✿ FS could not speak much about what they feel yet could joke around about their feelings to avoid being emotional. FS could also be quite dramatic and emotional too.

✿ FS could have Leo/ 5H/ Aquarius/ 11H/ Virgo/ 6H/ Pisces/ 12H/ Libra/ 7H/ Cancer/ 4H placements.

✿ FS' Moon could be in a Fire or a Water sign/ house.

✿ FS could not have many friends, they take their times before considering someone their friends. Yet, their friends are people they know since childhood probably and it's been a veryyyy long friendship.

✿ FS could have quite some money, could to be honest have a lot. They could have a beautiful house too. Abundance is in their life.

✿ FS could have moved abroad, or studied abroad.

✿ FS and you could also meet at night, somewhere quite alone, without too many people. You could feel a certain attraction to each other, it could also be quite s3xual or just very passionate. You could flirt a lot, just talk the two of you, somewhere private. You could meet at a party for example and find yourself alone, and they come to talk to you. They could also watch you before coming to speak to you.

✿ FS could be quite popular. Mostly around female figures.

✿ FS could have dated quite some people, they can have moved to some relationships to be honest. So if you meet them and they dated several people, I wouldn't be shocked. I mean by that that you will not be their 1st partner. They def dated quite a number of people.

✿ Can be a bit of a player tbh. They can also love rizzing, or flirting. They are good at it!

✿ FS could be serious about their life, like to have a certain balanced routine and they work hard to achieve a certain perfection about themselves.

✿ FS could be quite healthy and be lucky with their health too!

✿ FS could have some family problems and could have had fights with some people, perhaps father or siblings.

✿ FS could be quite artistic and could be working in an artistic field.

I hope you liked your reading!

#uyuans

[bethanydelleman]

he was not so irrational as Fanny considered him - Mansfield Park Ch 33

Why does Henry continue to persist with his plan to marry Fanny despite her telling him, over an hour and a half, that she will never love him? I think there are many factors beyond the fact that Fanny’s manner was “incurably gentle”

First, we have the fact that Henry has probably always gotten what he wanted, and pretty quickly too. He says of his uncle’s parenting, “Few fathers would have let me have my own way half so much” (Ch 30). He got from being “absolutely plain, black and plain” to “the most agreeable young man the sisters had ever known” (Ch 5) in exactly three meetings with the Bertram sisters. He renovates his house in three months right after coming of age. He is extremely used to having what he wants when he wants it. So he seems to think only a few days will turn Fanny.

Secondly, we have the reaction of her family, here is Sir Thomas’s instructions:

Nothing was omitted, on his side, of civility, compliment, or kindness, that might assist the plan. Mr. Crawford’s steadiness was honoured, and Fanny was praised, and the connexion was still the most desirable in the world. At Mansfield Park Mr. Crawford would always be welcome; he had only to consult his own judgment and feelings as to the frequency of his visits, at present or in future. In all his niece’s family and friends, there could be but one opinion, one wish on the subject; the influence of all who loved her must incline one way.

Everything was said that could encourage, every encouragement received with grateful joy, and the gentlemen parted the best of friends.

Sir Thomas seems to do a much better job of Mrs. Bennet at “She’ll come around”, and he is extremely encouraging to Henry. Then we have Edmund:

“You have now given exactly the explanation which I ventured to make for you to your friend and Mrs. Grant, and they were both better satisfied, though your warm-hearted friend was still run away with a little by the enthusiasm of her fondness for Henry. I told them that you were of all human creatures the one over whom habit had most power and novelty least; and that the very circumstance of the novelty of Crawford’s addresses was against him. Their being so new and so recent was all in their disfavour; that you could tolerate nothing that you were not used to; and a great deal more to the same purpose, to give them a knowledge of your character. Miss Crawford made us laugh by her plans of encouragement for her brother. She meant to urge him to persevere in the hope of being loved in time, and of having his addresses most kindly received at the end of about ten years’ happy marriage.”

Edmund happily tells Mary (who will tell Henry) that Fanny just needs time to get used to the idea. Edmund then allows Henry to “attack” Fanny on an evening visit. The Bertram family is fully on Henry’s side and all encouraging him to keep trying with Fanny until she comes around.

It’s interesting because while they don’t actually force Fanny to accept, it is a pressure campaign and also an intention to keep Henry on board until Fanny comes around. With Mrs. Bennet it’s kind of just ridiculous yelling and they don’t go full Mr. Brandon (S&S) and lock Fanny up, but it is definitely a concerted effort.

Lastly, Fanny is very hard for people to read:

Her manner was incurably gentle; and she was not aware how much it concealed the sternness of her purpose. Her diffidence, gratitude, and softness made every expression of indifference seem almost an effort of self-denial; seem, at least, to be giving nearly as much pain to herself as to him.

We see people fail often when they try to read Fanny, like Mary here:

Miss Crawford blundered most towards Fanny herself in her intentions to please. She meant to be giving her little heart a happy flutter, and filling her with sensations of delightful self-consequence; and, misinterpreting Fanny’s blushes... Fanny was confused, but it was the confusion of discontent; while Miss Crawford wondered she did not smile, and thought her over-anxious, or thought her odd, or thought her anything rather than insensible of pleasure in Henry’s attentions.

Now this is not to say people shouldn’t listen to Fanny’s “no”, they absolutely should and Henry Crawford, Sir Thomas, and Edmund all should have accepted her at her word. However, part of the point of the story (I believe) is that the Crawfords, with the moral and behavioural code that they adhere to, literally cannot understand Fanny. Mary can’t even tell if Fanny is in or out because Fanny is actually modest, not just faking modesty. Mary and Henry cannot understand why Fanny would feel gratitude towards a family that is cruel to her, Mary certainly doesn’t have any towards her uncle. For them, a woman with nothing and no prospects would never refuse a man like Henry. It is unintelligible to them.

So to sum up, Henry Crawford is used to getting what he wants, he’s being heavily encouraged by the Bertrams to persist, and he doesn’t understand Fanny’s moral code well enough to know why she said no, which is why he persists in trying to win her.

#henry crawford #fanny price #mansfield park #the title of Mansfield Park could just be No One Understands Fanny #and she's not trying to help the Crawfords understand her #he's gotten pretty far on observation alone #even Edmund doesn't totally get it

[laconic-nightmares]

if you have resources on splitting myself (im not sure how it would work? the impetus is a trauma of sorts but it would be a created plurality so idk) then that would be great. For what its worth I do already practice a distinction between the thoughts and 'me' and have used 'you/us/we' to refer to myself for forever?

and yeah, this seems like a bad way to cope but I have few options yk? ill try real therapy for me and esp the thoughtform when im able.

yeah it's difficult to be sure of origin labels when it's complicated like this, but we settled on the origin label of parotraumagenic because, similarly, our first split was due to the trauma of intrusive thoughts but simultaneously 'on purpose', even if we didn't know any names for what we were doing at the time.

as far as the actual creation goes, i don't really know how i did it, i just sorta 'did it' and experienced very subtle switching for about 5 years until i stumbled across the tulpa community. it was there that i created our tulpa, though my intent at the time was to hijack the consciousness that was already there and turn that into a tulpa. it didn't work so well though, but caim in turn used the process of me making our tulpa to give itself a more defined personality so idk, i guess it kind of worked?

also, it's my belief that a lot more people experience at least a form of psuedo plurality than we're aware of as a society. actors and writers have talked about their characters having minds of their own for centuries, and the concept of a muse is also vaguely pluralish. so yes, that distinction you already have is at least a small step towards it. i think it's incredibly common for people with intrusive thoughts to at least do a small version of what we're doing here as a means of coping.

anyway, enough rambling;

this Tulpa Creation Guide (1) appears to be the main guide in use by the tulpa community right now. there is also this giant list of guides (2) to look through

keep in mind that everything here is pretty separated from the rest of the plural community, so there are going to be a lot of different terms and a lot of different ideas as well. i'm a firm believer in picking and choosing what works for you, so don't feel beholden to any ideas presented in those guides that don't vibe with you.

especially don't be too concerned with the idea of making a fully separate consciousness to your own, or their ideas of full possessive switches (hell, you don't even have to have switches at all if you both vibe with that) - i've found their ideas don't fully gel with median systems (3) and that kinda seems to be what you're going for, they also don't always account for differences between polyconscious (4) and monoconscious (5) systems

i also wouldn't really bother with anything related to imposition. it's a cool thing to be able to do in theory, and if you want to get into it that's fine but it's pretty much just intentionally hallucinating your headmate into the real world and it's not necessary nor does it seem very useful for your case specifically

lastly, though there isn't much in the way of intentional creation of headmates, healthy multiplicity (6) has a lot of resources for how to manage being plural in ways that benefit the whole system, and i'd recommend having a look through all of that as well

i have also found a guide for self-directed exposure response prevention (7), which might be a good thing to do along with your new headmate once you're a little more established. i'll also direct you to the tiktok account (8) - along with their first video on the topic - that i discovered this therapy from

i wish you the best of luck and i do genuinely hope that things get better for you soon. thank you for your patience in the delay of getting this to you

plain text links under the cut in case any of them get weird

https://pluralpedia.org/w/Parotraumagenic - parotraumagenic definition

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1feviU9YQ4o773XEDeZHyjKugNoM1hTgA/view - tulpa creation guide

https://www.reddit.com/r/Tulpas/wiki/guides/ - r/tulpa guides list

https://pluralpedia.org/w/Median - median systems definition

https://pluralpedia.org/w/Polyconscious - polyconscious definition

https://pluralpedia.org/w/Monoconscious - monoconscious definition

http://healthymultiplicity.com/ - healthy multiplicity

https://iocdf.org/expert-opinions/expert-opinion-self-directed-erp/ - self-directed exposure response prevention

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8xg9u8G/ - ERP tiktok

#sickened answers #current nightmare; dmitri #reference

[recoverycat]

i feel really guilty about how some of my old friends ended. not that i did anything bad, but just i was the first one to stop texting or i got irritated with them and said so and then they stopped talking to me. and i want to reach out and like apologize to these people but there’s a part of me that feels like it’s wrong to blame myself for these minor things, and it’s unlikely they’re still thinking about it? it’s just that if i had been on the other side i’d have taken it really personally and still be upset about it, but i recognize that’s not healthy. should i still apologize or is that like unnecessary? i don’t want to make people feel like they have to reassure me but i also don’t want my old friends to blame themselves, if they do, for like whatever happened

Hello and thank you for reaching out! I read your other ask where you go into more detail as well, but I'll be answering this for your privacy.

Firstly, I'd like to talk about apologizing and fault. You mention feeling unsure about it being right to blame yourself, but I would like to point out that's not a productive perspective to have in relationships. Being human is inherently complex, messy and chaotic and making mistakes is inevitable. Which practically means that avoiding making mistakes isn't what's important, but rather what you do after you've made a mistake. I think you should apologize, not because you're taking blame, but because you want to and you empathise with how you've possibly made your friends feel. That's great! When it comes to apologizing in general, I try to do it no matter if I started it or I'm "matching" their energy or who cares! I think the only importance when I apologize is that I want to show them that I care how I make them feel and that I see them and hear them. By apologizing, we also show people that we are self-aware which most people appreciate and will then be capable of feeling empathy back.

I would also like to address reassurance. Wanting reassurance from your inner circle isn't negative. We all need reassurance from time to time and there shouldn't be shame in that. Our culture has a lot of backwards ideas about how we should think, act and feel that are rooted in misinformation, misguided ideals and toxic shame. When we boil down what our innermost relations are, we're just two people who fulfill each others' needs and chemistry implies the needs fulfilling coming easy to both parties.

You mentioned in your other ask that you were afraid of losing your friends, and to that I think you should tell them that. Tell them how much they mean to you and how much you want them in your life. That way you give them the opportunity to raise to the occasion and take care of you, such as friends should for each other. Let them reassure you. :) You don't have to be alone with your feelings when you have friends.

Lastly, I'd like to mention the common perceptive disconnect between action and intention. People commonly judge other's intentions by their actions while they judge their own actions by their intentions. That's a huge imbalanse when trying to relate to each other and one of the reasons I think it is crucial to be honest and open about your intentions, else many will misunderstand you.

I'm unsure how much any of this will be of help to you, but I wish you the best anyhow!

#ask

[forbidden-creepypasta]

We All Start Somewhere

First time poster, long time lurker. I've seen enough newfags get berated to know the treatment and I'm ready for it. Critique and criticism are welcomed and encouraged.

When I was young I never paid much thought to the foul creature who whispered to me in the dark moments before sleep. Sometimes it was too faint to hear, or in a foreign language. But when I could hear it I always wished I couldn't, atleast at the beginning. He only spoke of unnatural death and twisted monsters, never once a pleasant word.

He would tell me in terrible detail of those who have died, and how. I used to think that these were the stories of people he killed, but I abandoned that thought long ago. Once I tried to roll over and scream at him to shut up, but when I tried I could not speak. Since then I've never looked, only listened.

After many nights, for many years, I had begun to look forward to my time with him. It had got to the point when I could think only of death. I would envision every account that I was blessed with the night before, sometimes adding myself to the stories, either as the one causing death, or the one receiving it.

As I got older he visited me less and less until he eventually stopped coming altogether. This bothered me to some extent, not because I particularly liked him, but I did like the stories he told. I relied heavily on his wicked inspiration.

It had been many years since I saw him last, but recently he visited me again. He told no stories this time, but I knew he was there. For the first time in our many years together I spoke to him. I asked why he stopped coming. He didn't answer. I asked if this would be our last night together. Again no answer but I felt it was. Lastly I asked why there were no stories, if he was out. He laughed and said. "It's time for you to make your own stories."

This is a continuation of "We all start somewhere" You should probably read that one first, to make sense of this one. The third paragraph is in italics because that's inner thoughts, but in case there was anyone who didn't know. (not condescending) I am very much on the fence about this one. If you feel the first story works better as a stand-alone let me know.

He told me to make my own stories. I was never sure what he meant by that, but it has stayed with me my entire life, haunting me, and giving my very existence a purpose. Eventually came the day when I would uproot myself and set out on my search. For what exactly, I wasn’t sure, at least at the start.

I just needed answers; there were too many questions and not enough answers. So I searched and scoured for any clues, for anything. After some time I found myself in a distant land. By then I had found what I was looking for, although no closer to actually finding it. But in truth, I had found it, many times.

Begging your pardon. My vagueness is intentional. You will understand before its over, that’s my promise to you. Please understand that this is less for you, and more for me. I doubt you would listen anyway, not now at least. Something’s must be seen. Somehow I know it will all be painfully clear to you before this is over.

I had seen terrible things, and done worse. But it was all in the name of... Well, I can find no name to justify the things I've done, so lets just say it was all in my name. My travels had blessed me with many unnatural secrets that I did not believe mankind was ready for, or ever will be for that matter. So I vowed to only use them for my own gain. Perhaps loss is a more fitting word.

When I was a child I never paid much thought to the foul creature that whispered to me in the dark moments before sleep. So why should it be any different this time. Perhaps I can warn him. Stop him from becoming a monster.

So I spoke, because I knew he would listen.

Credit to: unnatural causes

#creepypasta #horror microfiction #creepy stories #horror fiction

[nonchalantpillow]

some thoughts about things, from @strawbyshortcake's post

i am smitten with maxim right now ;w;

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

how often do you and your f/o argue? does it ever escalate? who's usually the one that apologizes?

not often. maxim and pillow are both level headed people, they would be able to communicate about the source of their conflict and come up with some sort of agreement or solutions. however, if it ever happens, they will probably take some time away from each other to cool off before talking. i don't see it escalating unless it is something very serious, like a breach of one's trust -> that will probably leads to the end of their union uwa ;; maxim doesn't get physical, never (though i wished he would). lastly, the first to apologize is pillow, no matter who's in the wrong. pillow would do pretty much anything she thinks others want her to do, which might not be what others wanted sometimes and maxim will definitely confront her about that haha. apologizing is just pillow's first instinct in relationships that she values, done to avoid conflict escalation, but it's not like the apology is not sincere either, pillow is terrified of doing the wrong thing and ruining things between them forever.

do you or your f/o drink? what kind of drunk are the two of you? does it ever lead to arguments, or worse?

maxim probably drink occasionally, during celebrations and other special occasions. pillow doesn't see the point of drinking, but will give in if coaxed. i am making up my own categories of drunks for this. maxim is the chatty drunk, becomes more extroverted and more likely to share thoughts, experiences and stuff. and oh boy, he could really hold his liquor. pillow on the other hand, is the low tolerance sleepy drunk. she is tolerant to some other substances, but not alcohol. couldn't stand the taste of liquor though, so will probably go with cocktails and stuff. and onto arguments, again, so vanilla, but i don't see drunkenness leading them into fights, it would actually be more of a bonding experience for them, less inhibitions, allowing these two very guarded people to communicate their feelings more freely.

what's something your f/o does that makes you angry? is it something they can change?

pillow rarely gets angry, possible negative feelings are usually annoyance or frustration. however, due to maxim's nature of being a pessimist-leaning realist, cynical hard-ass, it can drain pillow sometimes. having her actions be interpreted as selfish or done with a hidden intention hurt pillow a bit early in their association. it wouldn't stop her though, it only pushed pillow to do more to prove his cynicism wrong. another instance that might get pillow to feel defeated is when maxim is harsh or extra negative about things after a particularly hard/devastating operation. to truly make pillow angry, it has to be something bad, like again, breach of trust.

have things ever gotten physical between you two? is it something you can come back from, or is putting your hands on the other a complete deal breaker?

things never gotten physical between them. i just don't see maxim ever getting physical. realistically, his upbringing, what he has been through, his age and life experiences accumulated with it, he knows that physical violence is not the right way to deal with interpersonal relationship. the only situation that prompts a physical reaction from maxim is when someone, for some reason, try to harm people maxim cares about. and putting your hands on the other isn't a deal breaker for pillow, she has been through far worse. pillow would happily be hurt if that means she is still "loved" in the relationship, in some twisted way (pillow is not all there haha). for maxim, hmm, it will probably make him wary of the relationship. he knows that it's not how anyone should be treated. if it's someone who he is really invested in, it will probably take a while for him to slowly distance himself and try to move on.

what does aftercare look like to you? this includes how they act after fighting with you!

there is not much aftercare unless someone is really in the wrong i think ;w; they will probably just fall back into their usual routine while being mindful to not repeat the same mistake again. the one who was wrong will probably try to make it up to the other with small gifts or acts of service. pillow will probably shut off for a while, needing time to process the situation even after coming to terms with each other. conflict shakes her up a lot and she will need a lot of reassurance during this time. for maxim, i can see him trying to spend time in the proximity of pillow without being suffocating. if pillow locks herself in her room however, then he will probably be preparing food or doing something else that might lure her out. i feel like maxim is the type to hold grudges or not fully forgive nor forget easily, pillow can see that and she will just keep apologizing and trying to make it up to him. pillow will never stop feeling guilty.

would your f/o ever do anything to violate your consent? if yes, what would push them to that point?

hmm, it will have to be in life-or-death situations or when maxim was trying to get closer to pillow earlier in their association/relationship. maxim was borderline stalking pillow at one point, not trusting her. and in life-or-death situations, maxim will probably do what he thinks is best for pillow (survivability), fully ignoring what she wants/have to do. also, in the start of their actual romantic relationship, pillow is very reserved with giving and receiving any forms of affection, she will need to be broken pushed a bit haha.

what's the most morally depraved thing you'd put up with from your f/o?

pretty much anything is justifiable to pillow haha, and with the professions they are in, they both are pretty desensitized to most things. nothing that maxim does is overboard for pillow, though she draws the line at any form of abuse directed towards children and anything that causes unnecessary suffering, well there is still some exception to the latter still, so it pretty much depends on the context for her.

does your f/o ever lovebomb you? what does the lovebombing look like - is it more physical gifts, or doting on you constantly?

maxim is a stable entity to me, i don't see him lovebombing pillow or anyone, well, i just don't see what he does to be considered lovebombing.

is there any sort of power dynamic between you and your f/o? (age gap, boss and employee, teacher and student, etc.) who has more power over whom?

multiple actually. there are a bit of an age gap between the two of them with maxim being older by like 10 years. also, maxim is a federal agent while pillow is just a hired gun. maxim has more power over pillow, but it is something that she's willing to accept.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

finally made some time to finish this!! i cannot wait to draw them together :3

#🪤🪆🌻 #text #thoughts

[coles-walloper]

Yknow I’m finishing the last 2 episodes of HoT tonight & am prepared to either go straight into the Oni Trilogy afterwards but there’s something about Episode 8 that I wanted to note!

(( Long rambles abound ))

I think I’ve heard a few people describe Kai’s behavior as very much jumping to conclusions when he faces off against Ray with knowledge of his parents’ alleged betrayals — and I do 100% agree Kai tends to be brash. Versus Nya’s behavior, in holding Kai back to get him to listen to their father.

But I think from the perspective of both Kai, it kinda makes sense why!

Like for Nya, since she likely wasn’t old enough at the time to directly know their parents, it’s understandable she’d want to her out her father because this is the first time she’s honestly seen or heard from him.

On the other hand, Kai’s personally grown up with both parents while he’s at an age to be conscious of his need for them & attachment as a young child who misses them. There’s a LOT of trauma in realizing your parents weren’t gone the whole time, that they were out there and just left you behind to do something else — something that wasn’t what happened but very much so was skewed to appear so. So likely the thought going through his mind would be ‘You weren’t there for us when we needed in order to do things for the people actively harming us?’ I thought that might be interesting to note.

We got a super nifty fight scene out of that so I’ll add that to my collection of cool Kai moments lololol.

Other HoT ending notes:

- The fusion dragon was absolutely EPIC! And a boiling sea that works with a master of fire & master of water???! That’s such a neat concept!!! These things make me wished that the season could’ve been implemented better bc HoT had such huge potential (I prob won’t criticize anything tho cause I feel other people wrote a lot over the flaws more eloquently!).

- Ray and Maya were pretty great for the short time they were there, but I have really mixed feelings on bringing them back. It was such a huge part of the beginnings for awhile — the siblings starting off alone in the Pilots, Chen holding the backstories of Kai’s parents over himself, then finally both siblings grieving in DotD with a beautiful scenes & the foreshadowing of their parents’ backstories when Kai wonders if they’ll ever figure out what happened. All of that was just implemented so well!

I heard alternate ideas proposed from those who thought the set up for an arc where Ray & Maya were actually evil would give a lot to explore. That’d definitely be interesting for sure!

But of my own personal preferences, I really liked them being on the good side but the issue stemming from a distortion of perspective obscuring the actual events & intention. And just overall the idea of them being dead but the story being years later, where Kai & Nya get to the bottom of things and unwrap what actually happened. Now that they’re back, and it might be hard for the show to fit them into the plot when they’re established as extremely important.

In a sense, I kind of worry about getting that same feeling for Lord/Sensei Garmadon the next season too. I already know what happens so I’m just bracing myself for it >~<.

Lastly, for the next season:

I can’t wait to finally get to watch the things I’m curious about the most!

In a jumbled list — I really want to see the implementation of Pixal as the new Samurai X, Skylor’s reappearance & role (& just more into how her powers work if she uses them!), the arc with Sensei Wu developing with the ninja, Nya-Lloyd dynamic, Karloff returning (omg - I LOVE them bringing back other elemental masters!!), and the Mr. E rivalry with Zane (the Echo Zane theories I’ve read are so exciting!!!).

I’m a bit scared though because the Kai character assassinations begin along with this marking the point of many people not being able to see Garmadon the same again :(. So I hope the good skill of the writers makes up for that bc I know this show does a lot with all of the elements surrounding it!

Aaaaaaa I have so many thoughts my brain won’t let me sleep 😭

#my rambles #hands of time #kai smith #nya smith #ray smith #maya smith #also a bit of SoG speculation from someone who knows the general gist of what happens #but hasn’t watched it yet & massively needs to 😩 #but I won’t tag that cause technically this started as a HoT thought dump lololol

[wonlouvre]

Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!

I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.

strength | k. sy.

pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)

💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!

Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning. 

He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower. 

He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres. 

Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.

Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to. 

Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans. 

However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room. 

Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug. 

“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”

Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast. 

It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later. 

Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go. 

Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again. 

Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort. 

Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point. 

Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now. 

By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music. 

The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck. 

You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful. 

The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract. 

The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share. 

But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.

“How have you guys been lately, individually?”

“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been. 

Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.

Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights. 

Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming. 

“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”

You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”

You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this. 

But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head. 

He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you. 

“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”

Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind. 

“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”

Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.

The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.

“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”

You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”

Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”

“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”

Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”

“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.

#seventeen #hoshi #seventeen scenarios #hoshi scenarios #seventeen scenario #hoshi scenario #seventeen drabbles #hoshi drabbles #seventeen drabble #hoshi drabble #seventeen imagines #hoshi imagines #seventeen imagine #hoshi imagine #seventeen fanfic #hoshi fanfic #kwon soonyoung #seventeen fluff #hoshi fluff #fic: adore u #drabble: adore u #drabble: strength

[raggaraddy]

Idk of I/someone else has already asked this but how would the yanderes react to having a mute s/o

Mute

A/N: Hi Hi. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it! 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, abuse, unhealthy relationships, blood drinking, descriptions of medical care.

Line: Mini-Rap Line (Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin)

Alpha! Namjoon

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Namjoon asks, trying to mask the genuine irritation in his voice.

It's been 8 days and you haven't said a word to him. Now, if you weren't talking at all that would be one thing, but you were specifically not talking to him, and would talk to other people with no problem. Trying to make it as pointedly obvious as possible that you were avoiding him and him alone.

The blatant disrespect of this was driving him mad. But he had never set a rule that directly stated that you have to talk to him or reply to him, and he knew that you would only fight it further if he instituted the edict now.

For you though, you were having the time of your life making him suffer. It was rare for you to have so much control between the two of you, and you were abusing it to the fullest. Especially given the reason this all started.

A week ago you were whining because he wouldn't let you go to the town fair without him. An unreasonable decision he made. Because as you tried to point out, you were going to be surrounded by the pack anyhow, and the excuse he gave for not going was a very unnecessary border run that anyone else could do in his place. While he wants to deny it, you know the real cause for his refusal though. It's because you sounded too excited about seeing your new friend at the fate and he was jealous. Even though she was another girl, for whom you had no romantic feelings, he was still jealous. And petty. You could see it in the way he mentioned her name or his face when you spoke about her.

But even with all that, it was his injustice that really made you snap. The exact words he said to you as you tried to reason your point, were; If you're going pout I don't want to hear another word from you. Basically, he told you to shut up just because he couldn't come up with any valid rebuttals and he didn't want to lose. So fine, if he wanted to be a dick, you were going to simply take his own instruction and hyperbolize it.

And his frustration was worth every moment of silence.

While he was hoping not to further blow this out of proportion, Namjoon was trying to break your silence by being strict towards all your other undesirable behaviour. Disciplining you for each and every rule you broke. Hoping to wear you down, or at the very least provoke you into another argument so that he could claim victory.

He was giving you time outs, taking away your electronics, making you hold quarters to the wall, refusing you junk food and sweets, making you stay by his side the entire day and so on. Fully running through all of his most infuriating and childish punishments. But no matter what he did, you remained defiant. And he was at the end of his rope.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were talking with the Gamma and two other wolves during a patrol break. As Namjoon was putting lunch together, you were happily observing his clenched jaw. However, the aggravation their Alpha was exuding was putting the wolves on edge and they were trying to include him in any way they could. Asking his opinion on topics as trivial as shoes, in the hopes to offset the irreverence you were showing.

When they asked him which of two brands he prefered, you interrupted, sick of their transparent attempts.

"No one cares what he has to say." You snip turning your back to him. For the first time in days, you were referring to him, and all the attitude you had stored up was pouring out in those words. You didn't take a second to think about what you were really saying though.

With an almighty crash, Namjoon smacks his hand into the benchtop, catching the side of the plate causing it to shatter. All three wolves and you jump. Quickly the words replay in your head as you see their wide-eyed gawking. Then the realization hits, you were safe being underspokenly disrespectful, but being outrightly so... he had rules set about that, and now you'd just given him the right to punish you in the way he had been itching to.

Grabbing your arm before you can protest he drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. With weak shoves and refusals, you stay determined not to utter a single word. But as Namjoon pulls onto the bed, dragging you over his lap, as he lifts up your dress and tears down your underwear, you recognise that it's not time to play anymore.

Ignoring your shouts, your foul language, and eventually your cries for him to stop, he holds you down and smacks your ass raw. After about 20 minutes and once he's reduced you to tears, he finally lets up.

"Apologize," he demands. Still crying, you're too out of breath to reply at once, and that pause costs you. His hand comes down on your bruised ass again making you scream. Your cries turning into whimpered hiccuped apologies as you cling to the tear-soaked duvet.

Satisfied with your change in attitude, Namjoon at last stops. Not letting you run away like you want though, instead he has you straddle his lap, his legs carefully spread so your bruised butt doesn't have to sit on anything.

"Do you understand why I did that Y/n?" He asks softly pulling you into his chest. His hand running over your back.

You know why he did it, but you're too bitter to answer him and can only muster a grunt.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" He smiles knowing he has already won whether you wanted to admit it or not, "Because if you're going to continue being disrespectful, I don't care if your ass is still glowing, I will bring you back up here."

You can only grunt again. Hating him, while you nevertheless cuddle in closer not wanting him to stop comforting you. He chuckles feeling your energy. Fiddling with your clothes and hair to realign and neaten them.

"Beautiful," he purrs in your ear, "If it really means that much to you, I will have someone cover me this Friday so I can take you to the fair." He consigns, kissing your forehead. You finally look up to him, head tilted and mouth slightly open. "Do you want that?"

Looking down and away, you're pouting a little but you push the word out. "Yes,"

"Okay, I will. But you have to be on your best behaviour from now until then." Namjoon winks.

You lost, but you still got what you wanted in the end. So maybe you can chalk this up to a draw. And at the very least you've found a way to get what you want in the future. So maybe that can be considered a win.

Assassin! Yoongi

Because of your disrespectful outburst, Yoongi had told you that you were not allowed to speak until he says. So far you were 4 weeks into your 5 week deadline.

Initially, it was an unyielding torment to have to be silent. A few times you had slipped up and spoken. Each and every time, Yoongi was quick to respond. He would lock you downstairs for as many days as words you spoke. Luckily, the most you said at one time was 5 words. And he still fed you while you were down there. So while it was horrible, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Steadily though, you found it became easier. While you weren't allowed to speak, you still needed to be able to communicate with Yoongi, so he allowed you to nod and shake your head, and smile. It was restrictive, but strangely enough, you found it becoming comfortable. Because you couldn't speak Yoongi expected less from you. You didn't have to search for words when he spoke to you in an attempt to make him happy and overall, it made your interactions less stressful.

With you not speaking, he was speaking less also. So for the past few days, you have been enjoying a wordless dialogue that you and Yoongi were having. And at this point, you were feeling more relaxed and not missing talking at all.

Although waking up this morning you came downstairs to a horrible sight, that made you wish you could scream.

Yoongi was collapsed on the floor. Stretched out on the kitchen tiles in a puddle of his own blood. Covered in bruises and cuts. His torn up T-shirt soaked in blood.

3 nights ago he had left for a job. With the ease between the two of you, Yoongi didn't lock you up when he left, although he didn't downrightly state that as the reason. He must have come home sometime last night, but clearly, you didn't hear him.

Rushing to his side, you're looking down his unconscious battered form with no idea what to do. This is nothing you know how to deal with.

With how long you have been without speaking it feels wrong, unnatural even when you think about doing it now. And you can't bring yourself to release a single word. So you do what you can to try and get his attention, and to wake him up. You shove him, clap over his head. Lastly and desperately smacking his face a few times, sighing in relief as it pulls him back to consciousness.

Groaning, his eyes look to be spinning from light-headedness. Stiffly he tries to get himself upright against the wall. Seeing his intent you help him. Pulling him, you slip a little in the puddle of blood. Your hands and feet are already covered in it. Your limbs trembling as you hold your hands away from your body. Looking down at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

"Medic kit," he breathes, each puff heavy and wheezed.

You nod, spreading a trail of blood through the house to his bedroom. Collecting the duffle bag in his closet that is filled with a surgeries worth of supplies and running back downstairs, you drop the bag at his side, unzipping it for him.

While you were gone he's torn his ripped shirt off. Among the cuts and scars that already litter his pale chest, he has a deep long cut that runs diagonally down his torso. It looks like basic first aid was already applied, blood-drenched gauze stuck on the worst and deepest parts of it.

"I'm gonna talk you through this," he pants, with a struggled smirk, "Maybe wash your hands first, cause if I die of infection, I'll be pissed." His playful banter feels so out of place, not just for the scene but for him. Although, you're not going to question how he wants to deal with a life-threatening injury, and the ridiculousness of you being the one that needs to help him. If he wants to joke to cope, fine.

Nodding and wide-eyed through the whole run-down, it takes everything you have, but you stay calm and stop yourself from crying.

Thankfully time has seemed to stop the bleeding. As you remove the bandages the lacerations have somewhat clotted. Going step by step, you follow Yoongi's every word. First, you clean the area with a bucket of water and a cloth. Then apply an antibiotic ointment, that smells really gross. Washing your hands once again, you lower beside him, and realize you've only just gotten to the worst of it.

While the bleeding has stopped the cuts above his belly button and his hip are deep enough, the fat is exposed.

"You gonna be able to do this?" Yoongi asks as you hold the needle and thread with a tremble in your hands that is painfully obvious.

You nod, taking a deep breath. But even after 3 more of them, your exhales are still coming out shaky. You are in desperate need to calm down and your sure he can't get mad at you in this circumstance, so you're going to try what you've seen on T.V. Standing, you rummage through the cupboards and pull down a bottle of whisky from the top shelf. Watching Yoongi closely as you open the cork, giving him the chance to stop you. But he doesn't so you gulp down a few mouthfuls, shivering as the taste flows down your chest.

You're not sure if it helped your hands, but you feel a little better. So that's enough.

Returning to his side, slowly Yoongi talks you through suturing the openings. A traumatic experience you hope to never repeat. The sensation of the needing pushing through the layers of skin will surely never leave your head though.

During the stitching, you were surprised that Yoongi didn't flinch or react in any way. You're unsure if it was because the area was numb or because he was restraining himself to not freak you out. But in any case, you were grateful.

After everything and nearly 2 hours, you finally move onto bandaging.

Both of you are now able to slump back, thoroughly exhausted. For the longest time after the final step, neither of you move. You're still horrified, leaning against the wall looking over the armature medical aid you've given Yoongi's chest. Almost feeling a sense of pride through the unrelenting urge to vomit.

"You know," Yoongi grunts, shuffling back, lifting only his head to rest against the same wall. "If you wanna finish early and talk now, I think you've earned it." He chortles dryly, with a straight line smile.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist, you laugh uncomfortably. Honestly, after this, you'll be happy to have the next week without speaking.

Vampire! Hoseok

You couldn't take much more of this.

It was endless and he was ruthless.

Night after night Hoseok was coming to you. Drinking from you, hurting you in so many ways, and leaving you. If you were lucky, he'd remember to feed you his blood before he left. If not, he'd let you remain broken, making you suffer through the day.

With everything that you had to endure, you were tired of being tired. Exhausted of being exhausted. Scared and sad all the time, and hating a life from which you had no means of escape. But even with all of this, you were still holding out hope that there had to be some way to lessen your suffering. You had to believe that if you wanted to keep your sanity. You just had to figure out what he wanted.

So far you had seen no depth to him. All you had learnt was that he enjoyed your misery too much. It was like a game to him. Every sound you made, every cry, every time you begged or screamed at him, or fought him, it would only encourage him. He was trying to coax a reaction, to draw out your fear. And with no other form of control, you wanted to see what would happen if you took that away from him.

You theorized that if you did he would get more vicious, but then he would get bored. Best case scenario; he would let you go. Worst case; he would kill you. And somewhere in the middle; he would keep you only for your blood. But any of these were better than the hell you were living in now.

So partly with a plan in mind, and partly out of sheer exhausted terror, you stopped speaking. It was going to be impossible to stop all sounds. There was no way you could stop yourself from screaming or crying or reacting, but you could control the words that came out of your mouth.

And for over 2 weeks now, you haven't uttered a single word.

With the sun high in the sky and being ready to sleep, you come back to your room, jolting as you open the door. Seeing Hoseok sitting on the bed.

In an unnatural flash, he's behind you, goosebumps prickling on the back of your neck. Grabbing a chunk of your hair he jerks and twists you, moving you to face him. His other hand comes up pressing his fingers into your cheeks harshly enough to make your mouth open. Keeping your jaw spread, he moves and tugs your head inspecting inside at all angles.

"Hmm, I was just checking if I cut your tongue out and forgot. But it's there." he uses his hold on your face to throw you back. Crashing you to the floor. "So you're choosing not to speak to me." He chuckles eerily.

As soon as you hit the floor, you scramble to your feet. Struggling to do so with an injured leg, but knowing it's safer to not let yourself remain on the ground or he'll most likely stomp on you.

You croak quickly silence yourself, forcing yourself to not speak and maintain your desperate strategy. Bracing yourself instead like you're facing a wild animal.

He marches forward, grabbing the arm you hold out. You'd rather he break your limbs than your organs. But he uses the arm to yank you forward, his right fist hooking broadly, your head snapping to the side, blood flying from your mouth. "Still not going to speak baby?" He yanks you back, hitting you in the exact same way. And a third time, your mouth gushing blood inside and out. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He laughs switching his target, this time aiming at your torso. Each time dragging you back into place so he can properly hit you again.

Smacking the back of his hand into your head, he lets your fly into the floor this time. Clicking his tongue as he squats, hovering over you. "Baby, it's not as fun when you're not begging me to stop," he says icily. "Maybe I'm not hurting you enough."

Finally, he's giving you the assurance that you were right. Which means just like you thought, he's threatening to become more vicious. So you can endure that, or you can try something extra and see what happens when you outrightly give him everything he already takes.

Gently and so very carefully you lift your arm to his chest, gradually and painfully getting yourself onto your knees. Watching you do so with such difficulty and while you're trying to maintain eye contact with him, Hoseok is too amused to interrupt you.

With the taste of blood flowing from your mouth, you lean in nervously, expecting at any moment to have your body broken in two. Your heart thumps enough to hurt as you lightly kiss him. Leaving a stamp of your blood on his lips. Too scared to even blink as you monitor him. With a curious expression in his eye, he licks lips clean, a trace of a smile raising the corners of his mouth.

Not receiving a negative reaction you continue. Hoisting yourself up again you begin to kiss him slowly, your tongue flicking his lips encouraging him to open his mouth. Deepening the kiss the moment he does. Kissing your blood between the two of you.

Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you feel sick with fear, but he seems to be stable. And it seems to be working. As tenderly as you kiss him, he is kissing you back the same.

After several minutes and as the pain of holding yourself up gets to be too much, you lower down, terrified that any movement could evoke a change in his response. Keeping your eyes fixed on him, you tie your hair back into a messy bun.

The smirk on Hoseok's face is fully grown as he watches you with complete intrigue. You've never been the one to initiate anything and he is beguiled by your actions.

Coming back to the same height you don't return to kissing him, instead you press your chest to his, clinging one hand into his shirt to keep you balanced, and the other wrapping around his neck to bring his mouth down to your shoulder. It's a wordless invitation that he accepts eagerly, sinking his fangs into the slope of your neck. Too sore and tired to cry out, you can only pant through the bite.

As he drinks, your hands drop and his tighten around you to keep you up. But the second he's done, he releases you and lets you fall to the carpet.

Your eyes open as you hear the bedroom door. However, you see Hoseok stall. Pursing his lips while looking over his shoulder at you. To your surprise, he turns back and in a delicate manner you did not think possible from him, he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed.

Tilting your head up, he presses his lips to yours and your first thought is one of dread. Assuming that he's not finished and he only came back to have sex with you, thinking how much it's going to hurt in your condition.

Pushing his tongue into your mouth you can feel right away that the blood pouring into your mouth is not yours but his. His tongue lapping yours, feeding you his blood the same way you did to him. Healing you in a way he never has before.

Steadily you can feel all your cuts and breaks startling to heal. Clarity returning to your sight and your breath again flowing easily. As your energy returns you begin to reciprocate the kiss. Both out of a feeling of success and clinging on to the taste of his blood, which has come to trigger a feeling of relief within you. Having attached the flavour with the sensation of having your pain taken away.

Abruptly, Hoseok pulls away, getting up without another word or look. Leaving you alone, laying in shock.

It was a reaction unlike any you had expected, but for the very first time, he was damn near humane. So you would have to try that again and see if lightning strikes twice.

Playboy! Jimin

"Ta-da" Jimin bursts into the bedroom with a small black paper bag in his hand and a massive smile on his face. He jumps on the corner of the bed snatching the remote from you and turning the tv off with a click over his shoulder. "Look, Angel." He hands it over, putting the gift in your lap.

Looking down at it, you sigh internally, leaning back you choose to pointedly ignore it. Resting your head against the headboard, you close your eyes.

Lifting the bag by the handles Jimin swings it between his fingers over your head trying to place it in your eye line. "Look, your favourite." He shakes the brand in your face, the joy in his eyes gently fading into guilt.

For 5 days now, you had been stuck in bed. During an argument about your job, Jimin was once again trying to convince you to quit. His points were the same as always. That you didn't need a job because he could pay for you. That you lived with him, and he would buy you heaven and earth. He meant it in a sweet romantic way, but you couldn't help but take it in a 1910 housewife kind of way. You knew that mostly the reason he wanted you out of work was that he was very greedy with you and hated you being around other people. He didn't like that you weren't there to keep him company and entertain him at all times.

Honestly, those 8 hours out of the house, even though you were down to 3 days a week, were so revitalizing. Jimin could be a lot of work. And he was getting more and more controlling about who you saw and when you could see them. Apart from work, it had been 3 months since he last let you go out or see any of your friends by yourself. And you were fighting to hold onto this last little bit of freedom.

However, you will admit in the attempt at making your point solid, you said something incredibly stupid. He said he paid for everything, and you said you needed your own money in case you ever wanted to leave him. And he took that about as well as you'd expect.

"Come on, this isn't fair." Jimin pouts. "I said I'm sorry."

What really wasn't fair was that he hit you, kicked you, and screamed at you. Demanding you apologize and promise to never leave him. But you were coughing up blood, too dazed to even comprehend his words at the time. And when you didn't answer he growled you can't leave if you can't walk as he threw you down the stairs.

It's only by a miracle that you weren't injured as permanently as he intended, but still, he had done plenty of harm. Your ribs and stomach were black and purple. Your face was cut up with your lips split and your jaw swollen. Your arm and hip were also deeply bruised and sore. But with all of this, you truly have no idea the full extent of the damage because Jimin refuses to let you go to the hospital.

So, due to your injuries and your own principles, you hadn't spoken to Jimin since you woke up.

The first day he was remorseful and apologetic. He pleaded and begged for you to forgive him. He tried to hold you and love you and take care of you, but despite the pain and the fact that you really couldn't take care of yourself, you refused him at every turn. On the second day, he was already becoming annoyed that you wouldn't let him near you and kept ignoring him, and on the third day, he yelled at you for being difficult, trying to put the blame for his reaction on you. Yesterday, when he saw that gaslighting you wasn't getting him what he wanted, he went back to being sweet and doting, having had better luck with guilting you in the past.

This means today when his presents don't earn him your forgiveness, he should be right on track to getting pissy again.

He pulls a small box out of the bag, flicking it open. "Ta-da," he smiles. Only to be met once more with your active avoidance. "Look," he whines holding the ring box up but your eyes are closed. "Y/n look!" He barks.

You're not going to, though. He always does this. Buys you something to resolve his guilt. And if for even a moment you express gratitude or pleasure in it, he takes it as complete forgiveness. Then when you haven't actually absolved him, he accuses you of being difficult or a spoiled bitch. Even ignoring him you know he's going to make a problem of that too, but at least this way he will have to keep suffering in his shame.

During the last few days, you've been thinking hard about why you're with Jimin. For a moment, you even thought about packing your things in the middle of the night and leaving him. Moving back in with your old housemate, returning to full-time work and picking up your life where you left it. But thinking that, even with everything bad Jimin can do, it hurt your heart.

He's yours. And out of all of the people in the world, you're his.

Really there weren't too many times that he freaked. And he only did it because he loved you too much, or because you said something cruel like you did this time. No, most of the time he was so sweet. He listened to you, and he really cared about everything you had to say. Even the smallest problems he wanted to help with. He was normally so kind and gentle and he treated you like a princess.

No matter how hard you looked you would never find anyone who treated you like Jimin did.

So even when he lost his temper, you knew you just needed to hold out, because soon everything would return to regular.

This time he just overdid it. And that's why you were punishing him by not speaking to him. Because you knew it was important to stand up for yourself.

There's a flurry of sudden movement and a hefty bang across the room. Your eyes jumping open, Jimin has thrown the ring and the box into the wall. His frustration exploding in a rampage as he attacks your makeup table. Sweeping everything off it, stomping on anything fragile that hits the floor. Throwing the table over he hurls it into the wall, finishing it off by booting his shoe into the mirror over and over until it cracks.

Turning back to you, his hands curled up by his side, it's unnervingly apparent that he is fighting to restrain himself. Even now, as you lay in bed broken, in his rage he is still considering hitting you again.

But you're pretty sure he won't.

Jimin has just never been good at dealing with consequences and he is worse at dealing with the guilt that comes because of his actions. Without you pardoning him, he's going mental. Which is good, because that means he's learning.

"Whatever," he yells, "just fucking forget it." Barging out of the room he slams the door ferociously behind him.

He may be acting harsh, but you know that more than likely he will be going out to replace everything he just damaged. And he'll buy you something even better than a ring to say he's sorry.

And as long as he doesn't hit you again, you'll know that he really is sorry and in a couple more days when your mouth is healed, you will be able to forgive him. Then the two of you can move on from this and it will be as perfect as it can be.

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hii ! 🥺 could I ask for a scenarion with timeskip Armin and his s/o, she manages to get him to sneak off with her just so she could spend time with him and give him kisses? thank you sm! ❤️

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❥ armin x reader | fluff | 2k words | canonverse

❥ yes you can, i’m sorry that it took me a literal millennium to write this, but i hope you still see and enjoy this anon<3

"yeah, i'm not hungry today, i'm just gonna head to bed a little early." you told mikasa, her hold on your hand dropping.

"are you sure?" she replied, eyes studying yours, watching the way you pursed your lips and tried avoiding her gaze.

"mhm, yeah!"

"you don't look sick."

"i didn't say i was sick, i just wanted to get a little extra sleep in."

mikasa's gaze raked your figure before letting a silence wander over the two of you. she nodded her head, although something felt off to her she would let it go for the meantime, i mean— you couldn't be up to any harm, right?

once mikasa turned the corner you made your way towards the boys barracks, hoping to meet armin halfway in the hallway, your feet guiding you hastily.

that's when you spotted him, speaking to hange in the hallway, a slightly worried expression on his face that you could tell even from a distance. you made your way towards the two, grinning slightly once armin's eyes landed on you, his eyebrows lifting slightly in awe at the mere sight of you coming towards him, almost as if some relief was lifted off his shoulders. hange looked towards you as well, smiling and adjusting her glasses.

"______," armin said, his hands subconsciously reaching out to enlace in yours, hange looking down towards the entangled digits with another small smile before speaking.

"okay, i'll leave you two or whatever— i'm gonna catch dinner, wouldn't wanna miss that!" hange exclaimed patting you on your shoulder before pointing a finger towards armin. "and if you ever get a little time come see me so we can talk a bit more."

you and armin watched hange leave, you beginning to pull armin into a hug once she rounded the corner. "hi, armin." you said, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, his eyes watching your nimble fingers smooth over the skin before letting them come back to your face with a half smile.

"hi, are you okay?"

you nodded your head, turning around towards the direction the commander went before turning back towards armin. "i'm fine, are you? what was that about?"

armin shrugged his shoulders, bringing a hand towards the buzzed hair on the side of his head, smoothing it over before letting it drop back down. "just titan stuff, and you know... the whole war, all of that." he let out a sigh, his hands squeezing yours a little more, a small frown detailing your face before you pulled him into a hug, your head burying into his neck.

"hey, let's skip dinner."

armin's hand rubbed up and down your back, his nose smelling your natural scent, bringing a sense of calm over him while he let out a small chuckle at your statement. "why?"

you let your arms squeeze him tighter, then pulling back a little to rest your chin on his shoulder, the blonde hairs on his nape tickling your cheek. "i want to spend some time with you, we can go out for a little, just take a little walk."

"how about we spend time in the dining hall together, while eating dinner? am i not talking to you enough? or—"

"no, no armin, you're okay," you giggled, pulling back and pecking a kiss to the tip of his nose, letting your warm hands come up to grab his cheeks, while you looked into his pretty blue eyes— the ocean he always longed to see were a mirror of them. "i just want to spend some time with you like i said, we can just walk and talk and take a breather." you let go of his cheek with one of your hands, letting it drift up to run through his hair, feeling the silk like locks run between your fingers while he let his head tilt more into your palm.

"i want to, but i don't know... people might ask where we are,"

"armin, we'll be okay. we won't take long, just the two of us for a little bit, let's just forget everything for a little."

armin let his eyes meet yours again, pulling the hand in his hair out before pressing a kiss to it. the kiss felt more like him simply pressing his lips to your skin, letting it linger a little before pulling away, watching your smile grow wide causing him to reciprocate. "okay."

so you pulled armin along, your hand gravitating back towards him as you grasped it in yours and led the way down the hall, your pace quickening once you spotted the large doors that would lead you to the outdoors. you turned your head around to face armin as he stumbled after you, you dragging him towards the door. "sh!" you joked as you carefully opened the door with your back, causing armin to smile a warm smile that made your heart flutter while he caught up beside you once the doors shut.

"i'm gonna take you to the trail we used to run laps on."

"okay."

"you're not gonna ask why the trail?" armin reciprocated your movements earlier, rubbing your knuckles as your hands both felt clammy from holding onto each other for so long; as if one of you would disappear the minute you let go.

"if it's special to you, i like it too."

you looked down to your feet watching you and armin's feet move toe in toe as you made your way down to the trail before looking back up to the sky that was quickly darkening, the sun venturing to hide behind the many mountains and large wall keeping you captive. if you turned around and looked closely you'd be able to see the moon fighting to appear in the sky as well, but you didn't you kept your eyes trained on the scenery in front of you instead, then to armin; his cheeks slightly flushed, red focused on the tip of his nose while his blonde hair blew like dandelion seeds once you would make your wish. he had a permanent smile in your presence that you absolutely adored and you unconsciously leaned closer into him, saxe eyes fixating on you from the side. "well, it's special because one time when levi made me run laps i took a break without him knowing since he head inside. there's an area that leads to a little hill. there are some pretty flowers over there, wanna see?"

"_____... you're gonna take me anyways. but yes, for you, even though we shouldn't even be out here."

"that's what i like to hear." you kissed his shoulder, your lips being met with the metal shoulder of his uniform, but he could tell your intentions anyways. "diverge from the trail, up the side." you used your clasped hands and the push of your body to guide armin off the track, and he obliged stepping off the dusty surface and into the grass that was having a hard time growing near the track, yet the further the two of you walked up, the more the grass climbed your legs.

"you see the flowers in the distance?" you watched armin's neck peer up trying to spot a burst of color in the green field, his eyes widening and lighting up like sparks when he saw the array of flowers get closer, tickseeds littering the grass.

"yeah, i can... i actually can, i see them!" armin's pace quickened him this time pulling you forward as the two of you strode towards the pretty yellow flowers, armin collapsing at his feet once the two of you met the most densest group of them, pulling you down with him.

"pretty right?"

"yeah, of course, i like them." he said as he let his free hand brush through the field, his past worries of getting caught lingering only in the back of his mind. he plucked one of the flowers, twirling the plant in his hand before pulling you forward by your hand that he still was holding onto before finally letting go, the cool breeze washing over your warm hand while he brought your face forward, wonder swirling behind his eyes, placing the decoration behind your ear. "wow.."

you pursed your lips as he studied your face, bringing your hand up to touch the flower, then touching armin's face. "you too," your hands maneuvered in the flowers until you pulled one up as well, placing it behind armin's ear. his hand laid on top of yours near his ear in pure awe, more at the sight of you adorned with nature than at your actions.

"you're so beautiful." he murmured.

you didn't respond, pulling him in for a chaste kiss, your lips meeting his softly as both of your eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of your lips touching together.

"______..." armin's eyes fluttered as you pulled away slightly, the red on his face only growing while he settled his hands in your lap.

and with that you pressed another kiss to his nose, forehead, cheek, the other, and lastly his tinted lips again. you could practically feel the butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach at the mere gesture you were making, and you knew armin could feel them too, just by the bashful expression gracing his face before he pulled you into another hug. "beautiful." he repeated.

"'wanna kiss you again." you muttered into his uniform as your arms dangled around his neck, pushing him down until he fell backwards, blonde locks bouncing framing his face, whilst you straddled him.

"well... you were just doing it, i don't see why you're asking me now." armin let his arms travel down yours, from your shoulder down to the ground below him, trying to hide his slight nervousness he still felt despite the countless times you've landed in this position with him.

"shush." and you leaned down, attacking him in more kisses, letting your lips decorate his skin, the constant smooching sound making armin giggle as you trailed your pecks across his jaw, to his neck, back up to his lips, always ending there.

"okay, okay, my turn." armin tucked the flower further behind your ear before it could slip then grasped your face with his palms, leaning you down to press his mouth to yours a little more fervent than you, letting you indulge in the kiss, gripping the grass and pulling a couple stray weeds up before coming up for air and letting out a shudder.

you closed your eyes and laid your head against his chest, squeezing them tight, trying to relish in the moment for as long as possible before the words could escape armin's mouth.

"we have to go now, the sun set, dinner's almost over."

you didn't even look up, you knew the sun had set, but you didn't want to see for yourself as it would confirm that, yes; it was time for the two of you to go. your hand trailed down to grab armin's and place it around your waist. "i love you."

"i love you too, _____."

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love..." armin's hold on your waist tightened.

"i love you too... we have to go."

"i don't want to go."

with a sigh, armin reluctantly picked himself up you still on top of him. "i don't either, if i could, i'd stay here with you and put flowers behind your ear all day. i would kiss you all day, and not worry about any duties, any war, or... anybody else. but that's not how it is yet... i will come back out here though— with you, another time, okay?"

you untucked your face from where it was buried in armin's chest as he patted your back for you to stand up with him, and you did, letting him pull you by your hands before repeating himself more solemnly. "okay?"

"okay."

a little bit more duties, a little bit more war, then you could spend some more time in the pretty yellow field with your pretty boy.

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

The achievements dialogue from Secrets of the Maw is actually very interesting :0

Other examples:

Ashes in the Maw - Are you proud of yourself?

(Ashes to Ashes - Who knows what secrets do they hold?)

MASTERPOST

Bestie when I tell you I think about those two achievements ALL the damn TIME, along with the ones you get from the floatsams. So I'm gonna go off talking about all five achievements.

Also... haha... five achievements. Five.

Usually, the achievements in Little Nightmares are reflections of what the protagonist feels/thinks, or still refer to the kid we play as in some way - which is why the three messages in the bottles achievements stand out so much.

It has been already pointed out by several people how these names and descriptions could be referring to the letters themselves, giving us a general idea of what their content might be.

However, what I want to focus right now is the fact that the "you" mentioned in these achievements is clearly not the Runaway, which leads me to the first achievement you mentioned: Ashes on the Maw.

To get this one, the player has to burn a little wooden statue of a Nome in the furnace during the Hideaway chapter.

That little guy on the desk.

Either way, I always thought that the description of the achievement was a little out of place. Not outside of the realm of possibilities, but... it feels so accusatory. Who is talking to who here? I have a few possibilities, you pick your favorite.

1) These are the Runaway's internal thoughts narrated from a second person's POV. Perhaps he felt bad about destroying it? If that was the case, the wording is still peculiar... also, keep in mind that the little nome statue was probably made by Roger. Would the Runaway feel bad about destroying something made by someone who persistantely antagonizes him and the other children?

2) This is Roger talking to the Runaway. Which... unlikely, to me at least, because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be aware of the whereabouts of the statue. Then again, there are other achievements where the monsters communicate with the protagonist - "Hey sneaky rat, how do you keep slipping away? ", Elusive achievement (the only one I'm 100% sure of) to name one.

3) The most likely, I'm overanalyzing and going insane it's a question from an external POV to the Runaway - or even us, the player. Most of the achievements also work like this, especially the ones when completing areas.

4) Lastly: this is a question coming from another character entirely and meant for someone else.

This last one wouldn't make any sense and normally I wouldn't even consider it, however... the Eye symbol on the statue... the same symbol that is also on the floatsams... I'm not saying that the wooden statue is somehow connected to the person who wrote the letters: maybe the Eye serves as a nod to us to connect the dots. Then again, nothing certain.

The next one: Ashes to Ashes.

(And I have done my Junji Ito research. If someone tries to tell me the painting behind it doesn't look EXACTLY like the page of the trapped souls in the furnace from chapter 4 of Uzumaki, I will simply choose to ignore them.)

To unlock this achievement, all you need to do is push the vase down to its doom in the Residence chapter. It's located in a secret room and you'll need a book with the Lady's mask on it to gain access to it. I think it's safe to assume the ashes inside the vase are those of children, as seen by the petrified kids surrounded by even more ash directly under the table, and that these ashes are being used for some sort of dark magic. Shadow Children origin maybe?

The Eye symbol is there once again. Same exact one.

It's clear that the "they" here probably refers to the children themselves, yet I can't help but ask myself if it may have some sort of double meaning. They, the children, but also someone else. And since we're in the Lady's Redidence... would it be too far of a stretch to assume she is included in this "they"?

Buuut, once again, these are only thoughts and theories. Still, I do think the letters were sent by someone with the intention of reaching out to the Lady - and the achievements frame it like a two way conversation where one end can't quite hear the other.

Reconstructing it, I think it would go something along these lines:

👘: "(I am) not alone... Is anybody out there?"

?:"What's new with you?"

(...)

?:"I wish I could visit you there. (...) I'll be out of reach for a while."

👘: "I'm losing you."

Or, including the achievement Ashes in the Maw:

👘: "(I am) not alone... Is anybody out there?"

?:"What's new with you? Are you proud of yourself?"

(...)

?:"I wish I could visit you there. (...) I'll be out of reach for a while."

👘: "I'm losing you."

As usual, we're missing chunks of conversation! Lovely. Just lovely. We really can't have anything, mh? Oh boy, don't I love reconstructing tiny bits of conversation that may lead to nothing! I do think they're important to the story though, so there's that.

Either way, thank you for giving me a chance to talk about these achievements. I feel like we don't discuss them enough. If you guys come up with interesting/more logical ways to reconstruct the conversation of the achievements, let me know!

#little nightmares 2 #little nightmares #little nightmares theory #ln meta #ln theory #the runaway kid #the lady #the shadow children #{havent posted a good theory in a while!! i hope you guys enjoy this one #i have very strong feelings about the achievements #especially the messages #but you already know that #so... #also. i dont wanna say thin man is the one sending them. but i actually want to say that thin man is t #HWKDNSKDKSKSJ #BYE #i hope its clear and understandable im a bit tired but i qanted to get my thoughts out}