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onlyuzu · 1 year

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omg I've literally never found a male reader page that writes for TXT and sub readers... you're a blessing to humanity!!

can i request a taehyun x male reader soft smut where his boyfriend is really overworked and stressed out so tyun helps him de stress a little? it's fine if you don't wanna write it lol have a nice day <3

stress free ! | taehyun

soft dom taehyun x sub reader

contains. soft sex, blow job (sub receiving), cheesy romance, pretty sure that's it. lmk if I added something else

a/n. hello anon!! I really hope this turns out how you wanted. I also wanted to add that I write for almost everybody! if I stan the bg I can write for them !

you groan in frustration, placing your pointer and thumb on the bride of your nose. your boss had just brought you another full stack of paper work to fill out an due, even though you were supposed to be getting off in 5 minutes.

you scrunch up your face pushing down tears it's not that you were sad, but you were just so stressed. Recently a lot had been pushed on your shoulders at work and with your family.

you pick up your phone then pressing taehyun contact. "hey baby, I'm gonna get home late tonight. my boss gave me more work and ordered me to do it now I'm sorry.." you spoke in almost a whisper as you were so exhausted. "y/n it's okay!! just call me on your way home. okay?" you agree before hanging up the phone.

you finally burst through the door of your home. right at the door you are met with taehyun who gives you a soft kiss as a welcome home. "please let me help you destress. don't say you're fine because I know you're very stressed so let me help." taehyun spoke gently wrapping his arms around your hips.

you smiled at him softly "fire away." you responded plopping down onto the couch. taehyun smiled skipping off to the bathroom grabbing some your cbd massage oil.

taehyun placed himself on the couch behind you. he gently undid your suits tie , slipping off your shirt. he then squeezed some of the oil into his hands warming it up before attacking your stiff neck muscles.

you groaned in pain and pleasure, taehyun made small circles up and down your neck and shoulders. drawling lines with his thumbs loosening up your muscles. taehyun lightly started to kiss your neck ignoring the fact you still had oil on your skin.

"taehyun don't do this to me please just give me more already." you pleaded with him your breath a little heavy. taehyun listened and followed your instructions instantly. he positioned himself on the floor in front of you "order me around, I want to help you relief your stress." taehyun spoke firmly

"blow me." you responded, taehyun following your instructions. he undid your belt , slipping off your dress pants. you felt your heart beat slowly rise as taehyun continued to make advancements. the closer he got to your cock the harder your heart would beat.

taehyun took you into his mouth fully, slowly gliding up and down on your cock. he'd twirl and twist his tongue around your entire length humming softly to give you more pleasure.

this was almost too much for you to take usually you were the one blowing him not the other way around. but either way this act immediately made you slip into a sub mindset. your hips trembled and shook the quicker he bobbed his head.

you glanced down at taehyun nearly cumming at the sight. his blonde hair was perfectly layered in front of his eyes , you leaned your head back covering your mouth before moaning loudly. you couldn't help but buck your hips up into his mouth slowly becoming a whinnying mess. taehyun placed his hands onto your hips holding them down firmly taking a little bit more control of the situation. your hips pushed against his hands as you came into his mouth.

taehyun took a hard swallow before leaning up and kissing you gently. his hands floated to the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and playing with your hair as he kissed you. "you're so perfect y/n." he whispered softly after breaking the kiss. as you slowly came back down from your high you felt more calm and reliefed.

"you know I think that actually helped me a lot. we should do that more often." you spoke smiling as you finally felt so calm.

"someone's happy today." your coworkers spoke. you chuckled softly "Let's just say I had a stress reliving night." you smiled looking down into your coffee stirring it. "what ???" your coworker questioned, you couldn't help but laugh at your clueless coworker

the end !! I really hope that was satisfactory!!

#kpop male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #txt male reader #txt x male reader #tomorrow x together male reader #taehyun male reader #taehyun x male reader

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michael-aftonz · 1 year

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hello wesper fans . today i bring u a small drabble because they are eating my brain like worms.

title: *perfect by ed sheeran plays in the bg*

word count: 1529

pairing: jesper fahey and wylan van eck

genre: fluff, hurt(worried)/comfort

warnings: none! just them being gay.

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After fits of tossing and turning, Wylan decided he would forgo sleep and head downstairs. Something didn’t feel quite right, like there was something wrong. Along with this, he didn't feel the familiar weight of Jesper next to him. Maybe a nice, warm drink would ease his restless mind? He hoped so, anyway. His socked feet hit the wooden floor with a silent thump and he shuffled out of his second floor bedroom.

He glanced around the hallway, trying to remember his way towards the stairs. Despite living in his father’s - well, now his - house for some time now, Wylan couldn't help feeling like an imposter. There were things that belonged in this environment; the dusty, patterned rug, the oversized vanity, the bookshelves scattered all around, and the various rooms that he had never explored but Wylan never felt like one of those things – he wasn't sure he ever would. How was he supposed to run the “Van Eck Empire” if he couldn't even read the documents that needed his signature? He didn't know, but at least he had Jesper to help him. He could feel the giant bookshelf's presence mocking him so he hurriedly descended down the stairwell.

Once he had reached the bottom, Wylan let out a small sigh of relief and headed towards the kitchen. However, something caught his eye as he was passing by the room he and Jesper used as an office. There was a small light on, papers scattered around in a haphazard manner, and a very tired looking Jesper pouring over what Wylan could only assume was more paperwork.

He stayed silent for a moment, creeping closer to the door and watching. Jesper didn't notice him, as he had been intently reading a wrinkled piece of paper.

“Jes?” Wylan spoke, finally making his presence known.

Jesper looked up and his tense expression immediately softened as he noticed Wylan’s curls were tousled and that his cheeks were flushed like he had just woken up. He scooted over to allow Wylan more room to sit. The younger of the two walked into the room and plopped himself down next to Jesper on the bench. He laid a hand on Wylan’s rosy cheeks and attempted to muster up a smile.

“What are you doing up so late?” The red head asked - concern filling his voice - as he leaned into Jesper’s hand. The touch was warm and the air around them was significantly colder than he'd prefer.

“I could ask you the same thing, Merchling,” The older joked back - he'd even brought out the old nickname, which warranted an eye roll from Wylan.

“I'm serious, Jesper. You look like you haven't slept in days.”

Jesper sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand. It was hard to tell with the dim lighting, but dark circles had nestled in the crooks underneath his eyes.

In truth; he hadn't been sleeping well, or at all, really. He had received a letter from his father that stated he wanted Jesper and Wylan to come visit and then meet his mother’s people. He was worried, not about his father or Wylan - they had already met and Jesper knew his father had approved of the mercher’s son -, but he was worried about how the other zowa would react to him. Of course, he absolutely wanted to meet them, but he knew they'd be expecting him to be exactly like his mother. He had loved his mother deeply, but he was not her. He didn't have the control over his gifts like his mother – despite his agreement to train with other Fabrikators – and he was frightened more than he’d ever been (and that is saying a lot, since he broke into the Ice Court and survived several Kherguud attacks) all because he didn't want to disappoint his mother's people. Despite this, Jesper knew he could trust Wylan. He didn't want to keep this from him, especially since Wylan had a sixth sense for when Jesper was hiding something or feeling off kilter.

“Yeah.. you're right, Wy. I haven't,” Jesper began, picking up the crumpled paper once again before continuing, “You see, Da sent a letter; he wants us to visit.”

“But that's great? Your dad loves you, Jes.”

“I know. That isn't the part I’m worried about. He wants me to meet the other zowa – that is, the Grisha who knew my mother,” He glanced down at the desk, a small, bittersweet smile spread across his face as he remembered his mother.

Wylan gave a small nod and placed his hand reassuringly over Jesper’s - which was still rested on Wylan's face, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over the freckles that dusted across the shorter boy’s face - and signaled for him to continue.

“It's just.. I don't know what they think of me, Wy. Not to mention I was told to hide my gifts all my life– I'm not even sure I know what I’m doing now, with the help and training I’m receiving.” Jesper's always positive, jokester attitude was starting to crumble as the last word slipped out of his mouth and he moved to bury his face in his hands. “What if I disappoint them? Wylan, I don't think I can go through with this. They thought so highly of my mother, I can't shatter their dreams because I can't use my power like she did. She-” his voice quivered and his breath hitched, “she was so great, Wy. She helped so many people. I.. I haven’t. I haven't helped anyone.”

“Jes,” Wylan started, scooting closer to the older, “look at me.” Jesper did, and Wylan could see the tears streaming down his face. “Inej once told me ‘we are not our fathers’ and I believe that applies here, too. Your mother was amazing, but you are not her. You're Jesper. You have different strengths and weaknesses than her, do not compare yourself to the things she has done.”

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, I don't want to hear you say you haven't helped anyone ever again, okay?” Wylan moved his hands to the sides of Jesper's face, using his thumb to brush away the tears that slipped out.

“You have helped me so much. You were there when I discovered my mother was alive, you were the one who brought me to the Dregs in the first place, and you are the reason I'm able to continue this ‘Van Eck Empire’. Please, Jes, see yourself the way I do. You are an amazing sharpshooter and you care so much about people. I know what it feels like to disappoint someone and you are not going to disappoint them, Jesper. You're perfect and amazing and so handsome and I- I love you.” Wylan had said that last part without thinking, and his cheeks flushed a bright red. Neither of them had said it before, despite being together for some time now.

Jesper had his mouth agape, taken back by the phrase that had just been spoken, “What?”

“I said.. I love you,” Wylan responded, his cheeks still bright red. He let out a laugh - more of embarrassment than anything - as he continued, “I love you, Jesper Fahey. I love you so much.”

The widest smile ever spread across the taller’s features and he placed his own hands over Wylan's. “I love you too, Wylan Van Eck.”

Jesper pulled Wylan closer and placed a kiss onto the freckled boy’s lips. He soon pulled away, resting his forehead against Wylan’s. There were literal stars in their eyes and Jesper could swear the room had gotten brighter.

The two kissed again, and again, and again until the weight had disappeared from Jesper’s chest.

“You really know how to make someone feel better, don't you, Merchling?” The taller joked before moving his hand to ruffle Wylan’s still messy curls.

“Now, come on. I may not be able to read but I can make a mean cup of tea.” Wylan practically jumped off the shared bench, tugged on Jesper’s arm until he stood up, then laced their fingers together and dragged him into the kitchen.

As the tea was being heated, Jesped moved behind Wylan and wrapped his arms around him, leaning his head on his shoulder. He had almost a foot on the boy so he had to lean down, but he didn't mind. All Jesper wanted to do was hold Wylan close and never let go. He still couldn't believe he had been lucky enough to end up with Wylan, but he would simply thank all the Saints and love him unconditionally.

Wylan leaned back against the Zemeni boy’s chest and closed his eyes with a content sigh.

Jesper placed a peck on Wylan’s cheek, though there was still something that didn't feel quite right. He felt as if this could just slip out of his fingers at any moment, which was something he really didn't want. Before he knew it, Jesper had begun to speak.

“Hey, Wy?”

“Mm?”

“Do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“Stay with me.”

“Always.”

And with that, Wylan turned around and placed another kiss onto Jesper’s lips then he smiled up at him.

“I'll always stay with you.”

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i couldn't think of a title so enjoy that 🫶🏻

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shivunin · 10 months

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✨ First Lines Meme ✨

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel!

This feels like sorting things to my brain, so I am feeling very !!! about this rn. (Also. I didn't figure out how to change text color on tumblr until literally just now, so that's fun c:)

Zevwen, Cullavellan, Fenhawke

AO3 First Lines:

Byways and Lay-bys (Zevran/Tabris, 1,855 Words):

The fight was quick and brutal.

Palimpsest (Fenris/Hawke, 11,038 Words)

Hate had been scrawled over Fenris’s skin long ago.

As Two Reflected Stars (Fenris/Hawke, 12,436 Words)

“Well, what do you want to do, Fenris?” Hawke asked, crouched beside him with her elbows resting on her knees.

Katabasis (Cullen/Lavellan, 25,324 Words)

“Dying.”

Sleight of Hand (Fenris/Hawke, 7,470 Words)

In the hours before showtime, Hawke sometimes liked to come to the stage and stand just behind the curtains.

Book of Memories (Cullen/Lavellan, 62,304 Words)

Echo—a basement or dungeon, dim and close and stinking.

Pour Forth (Fenris/Hawke, 3,845 Words)

The first time she said it, Fenris had just taken a crushing blow to his leg on the Wounded Coast.

Breath of Life (Zevran/Tabris, 7,562 Words)

“When I heard that the great Zevran had gone rogue, I simply had to see it for myself.”

Winter's Grasp (Fenris/Hawke, 4,834 Words)

Winter hung heavy over Kirkwall.

Your Fate for Mine (Cullen/Lavellan, bg Fenris/Hawke, 129,681 Words)

How long had they been running through this endless dreamscape of rocks and seas and the endless, roiling green sky?

Cracking up at Katabasis haha. I decided to do a couple of my WIP ones under the cut and I'll stick the analysis there, too, for neatness. But for now:

Tagging @scribbledquillz @heniareth @zenstrike and you!! (I've just realized idk how many of my new mutuals write fic and I don't want to pressure anyone who hasn't posted unfinished stuff yet! please count yourself tagged if you want to do this!)

WIP First Lines:

Aerolite (Fenris/Hawke, 4,214 Words so far)

Hawke was not unobservant.

Stardust in her Hair (Josie/Lavellan, 1,995 Words so far)

Josie had never really been much of a teacher.

When to Walk Away (post-Act 2 Fenris/Hawke, 1694 Words)

Hawke had finished fixing her clothes and hair before she stepped out of the Rose.

These Last Strands (Fenris/Hawke, 2,992 Words)

“Hawke will come for me.”

Signifying Nothing (no pairings/ Hawke & trauma, 3,544 Words)

“What does it say?” Hawke asked.

Contrivances (Zevran/Tabris, 2,252 Words)

Something had been weighing on Arianwen’s mind for hours.

Leave With the Tide (Zevran/Tabris, 698 Words)

Arianwen didn’t understand what Zevran was saying to her at first.

Analysis:

So choosing a very concrete and short sentence to start is definitely intentional. As a reader, I like to have at least one basic detail about what's going on before I dive into a story. If I have to wade through a lot of commas and clauses to figure out what's going on, I tend to check out a little bit.

I also like to state who is the POV character close to the beginning, which is why a lot of them tend to have at least one name in them. I think it takes out some of the confusion jumping into a story (and w/third person, since anyone at all could be talking, including an unseen narrator, I like to anchor the text to one person to start if I'm not describing a big, chaotic scene).

Beyond that, I like to try to reflect the mood and/or tension in the story with the first line.

YFFM's is long and sort of dreamy because I wanted it to mirror Elowen's sense of detachment from what's happening.

The short, hard start for Katabasis is like that because Salshira finding out that she's dying is like this giant, immovable rock dropped into the stream of her life. It's not something she can get around. It's a slap in the face. I wanted to mimic that in the flow of the text.

I also like to establish contradictions and circle back around at the end of a fic, so sometimes (Josie had never really been much of a teacher) the first line is directly contradicted within the next few lines or paragraphs (Josie was…for once, she was glad to have been wrong). Idk, I just like people lying to themselves. I like making it clear to the reader that their self-perception is a lie, an obfuscation, or an act of self-deception. Or---in this case, it's a way to exhibit that anxiety does not always play out the way you feared.

I also went through and looked at the last few fics I posted on tumblr, but I chose not to add those here because most of them were from the micro-fic prompts. Unlike the other things I write, I tend to pack as much information as possible into each sentence of those prompts, so I didn't think they were as indicative of how I write. Since sentences are at a premium, they just don't wind up flowing as well as other things I've written.

#sorry if all the colors make this hard to read i got excited #hmm it's interesting to look at these laid out this way #tag game #long post #shivunin scrivening #i am getting the urge to put all of this in a spreadsheet lol #i have so many thoughts

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shuckinbeanz · 7 months

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SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Tama)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, reader was nearly ran over in broad daylight, Tamaki Slowly Snaps™, stalking, attempted murder(two times, reader nearly gets ran over & Tamaki's first victim manages to escape once), murder, Tamaki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Tamaki & Mirio do the Billy & Stu tagteam except Tamaki is the killer of the duo, Mirio has his own darling which I may or may not write the origins of, Tamaki is the creepy kind of Ghostface due to his introverted nature he's slightly Micheal Myer's-esque and the opening scene features no Scream franchise signature burner calls!

This is gonna be a three part fic and I wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Similar to Ghostface!Baku, I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we’re here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin’), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy!

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream , @shadoweepingscream , @dementedinc-blog, @survivorofmath , @blackchim3ra

Tamaki was an introvert by nature. He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything. Much to his chagrin, he was popular, but he only kept a small circle of friends. He was studious, and his nimble frame helped him greatly with sports that demanded dexterity.

He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything.

But you caught his eye. And even though he denied it, he fell in love with you at first sight. His social anxiety would ultimately lead him to overthink things.

He knew what your favorite foods were by heart. It wasn’t right of him. He knew your favorite color(s), and he even knew your favorite subjects. It’s not normal. You always looked so pretty, bunny, oh God he’s such a creep, wearing your favorite outfits and styles.

Unfortunately, you were a victim of delinquents who’d always find ways to harass you. Usually, a few words would make them stop, for a while.

But this tops everything they’ve done. Popularity can only go so far.

Those laughing bastards drove an expensive vehicle they ‘borrowed’, tires screeching across the parking lot as they gassed it off campus, nearly running you over in their joyride.

You were on your rump, terrified and wailing from narrowly avoiding death, but everybody else just stood around like dumb asses. He didn’t waste a second, jogging towards you to see if you were okay. Mirio would know better what to do in this type of situation, he mused as he fretted over you, asking if you were hurt, if you were okay.

When you clung to him, something in him that was hanging by a thread finally snapped.

He decided then and there as he awkwardly and very hesitantly embraced you, he’d kill every last one of them.

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It took some time, and unfortunately, his grades suffered a little. He had to spend late nights staking out the places those bastards frequented, and find out their addresses and numbers. He’d spend what time he could planning. He couldn’t get caught, now, could he?

He had to make sure he wouldn’t be.

He had a ghost mask Mirio had jokingly plastered hollow tentacle-like formations on from last Halloween. It would do perfectly. He had just the right things to hide his tattoos, too, just like the majority of his wardrobe.

It was form fitting, a black sweatshirt with deep navy butterfly printed leggings. He broke out the black leather boots he'd never worn before just for this, too.

One of the ones who mercilessly bullied you had to work the last hours working their family bookstore tonight. They were probably bored out of their mind, and what better electrifying thrill to face imminent death? But he wanted to have a little fun, first.

Mirio lived nearby, and with a beloved of his own, he'd be more than happy to help after hearing what those bastards did to you.

Devices in hand and a plan in mind, he thinks; yes. Yes...they would do perfectly as the opening scene.

He can't contain the deranged grin creeping across his face.

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It's the small things that make the largest of impacts. Tiny objects moved from places one knows they were, odd sounds, and small new additions. Thankfully this one was observant, much to his amusement. He'd bugged that bookstore and tinkered with it, relishing in how this bastard slowly began to lose their mind.

He watched them plant their own devices; probably pilfered from friends and family. Their shifty eyes were almost comical. Perhaps they wouldn't have nearly ran you over when they were this aware of their surroundings?

He smiles widely, a giddy feeling rising in him as he decides he should acknowledge their efforts.

Armed with the knowledge of every camera they'd attempted to sneakily place, and dressed to impress, he lingers just outside the peripheral of the devices.

It was so entertaining fucking with them, and once they caught his silhouette, they'd brought it up with their family who knew well enough the crowd they mingled with.

'Perhaps one of your friends is pranking you? Don't sweat it, it's typical.'

And as typical, they threw a tantrum, knocking over a cart of books before promptly exiting. It took several days for them to come back, needing money. He watched them mind the desk for some time, before donning the costume he'd thrown together after the sun had set, close to their closing time.

Tonight was the night he'd hunt them down, Mirio tagging along.

He skulks out of sight, loitering in the back alley where they'd come out after closing up for the night.

Unfortunately for them, the alleyway was long with twists and turns. He followed them, looking for a chance to attack. All was silent, with the exceptions of his and their footsteps, and their quickening breathing. He made sure to match their steps, stopping each time they stopped.

He expected them to turn around right away-but they didn't, choosing instead to pick up their pace, soon breaking into a bolt, surprisingly fast.

In a fit of fear and desperation, they threw anything and everything they could behind them in an attempt to block his path to them as they rounded the corner to the awaiting Mirio.

Unfortunately for him, it worked. It was tough navigating through a dark alleyway at night with a mask that limited his sight.

He curses under his breath; he was so close, too.

"Whoa, you okay there, bud?" he hears Mirio, following his mock-surprised grunt when they collide into him.

As they begin to stammer in a panic, he pulls down his hoodie and removes his mask, stashing it aside temporarily with his weapon and gloves before tugging his sleeves over his palms.

"Slow down, there. Can't understand a word you're saying--" Mirio tries to placate them as they panic, "Someone's following me, for fuck's sake, I--"

"Oh, hey, Tamaki." the blonde interrupts, absolutely beaming as he rounds the corner. "You chasing this person or something?~" he asks as that bastard whips around, heaving a sigh of relief as he plays ignorance. "Chase...? You know I'm not that type, Mirio." he fakes a worried smile behind his sleeve as Mirio all but guffaws. "Real panicky, this one, eh?" he exclaims, casually hanging an arm around their shoulder. "Hey, hey, you're shakin' up, how about I take ya home, bud?" he starts, "C'moooon, this way or that?" overwhelming them with his sunny personality, soon whisking them off the moment they point.

"Til next time, Tama!~" he waves farewell, the double edged meaning making him seethe.

This time he failed...but he has a backup plan. He'll murder that bastard's sister.

And by pure luck, he finds her going for a night time jog in the park.

He won't let her get away, no, no, not in such a wide-open space.

She'd make the perfect...what would it be called again?

The perfect opening scene.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #ghostface!tamaki x reader #yandere bnha #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #college!au

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jihwanlgc · 7 months

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hey hey 👋 you can find jihwan's profile and bg here! no formal plots page or anything exciting yet because i slacked off but feel free to like this post if you're down to plot :) i'll ping on tumblr im, but also happy to chat over discord or twitter if either are easier. also, if anyone's interested in doing something super last minute for the lgc uni event, please hmu 😎 jihwan's in florinthe so at least one (1) thread with a florinthe member would be lovely!

born and raised in busan as the middle child/only son of two kbbq restaurant owners so yanno he'll handle grilling the meat 😤

he grew up with a lot of interest in soccer and ballet - always figured he'd end up doing one or the other after graduating. he was leaning toward ballet before a family matter kept him from either! eventually, while trying to find his footing again, he was scouted to a shady ent company and spent a couple of years training there before it went under.

he auditions for legacy as a "last attempt" kind of thing and ends up making it - and he's been here since july 2020!

a very very very patient person, gentle-hearted, extremely well-meaning, and the kind of easygoing that makes you wonder if it's safe to let him wander about alone when there are ponzi schemes waiting to lure chums like him right in...

he grew up in a very loud and dynamic environment, and the best way he fit in was as quietly as possible. so yes, he's a bit of a yes-man and there's not a lot that can set him off, but he's an unequivocal nice guy who could probably use a biiit of a competitive streak.

wanted connections

he's been a trainee at legacy since 2020, so it'd be nice to have some long-term(?) friends and acquaintances etc... negative dynamics soured over the years also welcome! whether it's from healthy(?) competition or because his attitude isn't the vibe etc etc he's just not the type that would reciprocate (probably??) 😭

he trained at a different company (notoriously shitty) in seoul from january 2018 to december 2019 - up until the company went under from a bunch of money problems + scandals. maybe you were a trainee there too! trauma bond!

he's fully the type of person who warms up to anyone and everyone quickly (as long as they let him) bc he's like a giant old dog at heart who likes keeping cozy and warm :') so whether you're in need of a supportive presence or someone to very easily cave if you want to be treated to coffee etc he's an easy catch

best friend or two! though he welcomes a large circle, he's certainly a bottler and though it's probably not likely he'd dump his feelings on his closest friends either, i think it'd be nice for him to have a couple of friends he's at least a little comfortable dropping his anxieties on 🥺

i'm a sucker for unrequited pining </3 so i think it'd be awesome for him to be really good friends with someone he's always sort of kind of had feelings for... not that he'd ever make them obvious or say anything!!! but pining! he'd root for them in all of their endeavors regardless 💞 (similar age req! no gender req)

i am soooo (static noise) in the brain right now so i'm picking at straws here but i will be back with more fulsome wcs soon. otherwise, always happy to plot something fresh and organic out!

#tossing all of this up before i forget to!!

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heinrix · 2 months

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i gotta..talk abt barnabas. hold up uhh rambling under the cut

so barnabas in the og campaign i played him in got this scar that i absolutely love from being infected by a fractal-like alien and his body got ripped open from one of his eyes down to his stomach when his companions were attempting to remove the infection. the scar was this damascus-esque texture that ran across his body where he had been split open.

i want him to have this in bg cause i just find it the coolest thing ever (and he could do insanely advanced math/science after having gained the scar) so i was thinking that when he was around 16/17, he was feeling rather rebellious and wanted to travel outside of candlekeep for once so he snuck out one night, wanting to at least explore the closest town by himself

on his short-lived journey, barnabas stumbled upon a semi active ritual circle deep within the forest and decided to check it out. upon further investigation he discovered that it was some sort of sealed gate spell, similar to ones he’d seen in advanced grimoires. taking a closer look, barnabas accidentally tripped into the circle and it began to glow and flow with arcane energy.

in mere seconds, a portal flashed in front of him and he looked inside to see what appeared to be an abandoned cityscape; flora having taken over well crafted buildings and cobblestone streets. but he also saw a creature climb over the walls of the buildings, something alien and unexplainable at first (he would later draw a rendition of this creature within his notebook and it resembled simply a square shaped monster with several limbs and claw-like hands but no orifices to be seen).

upon gazing at the creature a few hundred feet away, barnabas felt suddenly dizzy, sick, and fatigued enough to immediately pass out but wake up mere seconds later to the sound of thumping limbs running toward him. in his haze, barnabas scrambled to run away and as he exited to ritual circle, the portal closed a moment before the horrific monster could reach him.

walking back to candlekeep was far more exhausting than barnabas could have expected even for someone as un-athletic as him and he soon passed out once more nearly a mile away from the castle walls. luckily, guards had found him in the early hours of the morning and brought him back and immediately took him to the infirmary.

barnabas awoke a few hours later, being tended to by healers and mages alike, attempting to figure out this affliction he held within his eyes; his eyes were riddled with fractals swirling in the cornea and the surrounding skin was pulsing with red lichtenberg figures as well. they all came to the conclusion that barnabas needed his eyes replaced with a set of arcane spheres that would work just as good, if not better than his natural eyes.

as they were attempting to take one of barnabas’s eyes, something within him reacted in defense and from his right eye, down to the lower half of his stomach, a void ripped forth, red fractal figures as deep as the abyss were within him and barnabas screamed in utter horror and pain. gorion had been in the infirmary, looking after barnabas alongside the healers and with some quick thinking and a telekinesis spell, ripped both of barnabas’s infected eyes from his body. once he had done that, the void closed itself and left barnabas with the demascus textured scar from where the infection had ripped him asunder.

this experience drove his ambition for knowledge even further, wanting to find out what this creature that infected him was and where it came from and made him decide on becoming a transmutation focused wizard, wanting to be able to control every aspect of not only his life but the material plane around him

side note: when he turns into his slayer form, the scar rips back open and reveals that fractal filled void :)

#just some thoughts abt my boy!#barnabas

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hello! i'm not super sure how one starts a rant about how good your writing is but that is exactly what i'm here to do.

i recently went very very deep down the martian rabbit hole and my descent into madness was facilitated by your absolutely sensational fics. I kid you not when i say that i actually cried over some of them. i gasped out loud at other parts. i felt goosebumps. i grinned like an idiot. my breath caught in my throat (which is a real thing so go figure!). reading your writing was genuinely such and experience and I do not have the words to adequately describe every part of it but I would like to just say. they bring me so much joy and you are so unbelievably talented.

your martian soulbond fic. i have read it perhaps 4 times now? and everytime i cannot put it down. i sit down and read it in one go and everytime (almost) feels like i'm reading it for the first time which is amazing. the raw need that mark exhibits in that fic isn't something i've seen much of and it's fabulous to see and read such an interesting dynamic. both of them feeling inadequate. the possessiveness. and a really interesting concept which is the selfishness of the mind shielding! most fics i've come across that deal with soul bonds don't really delve into that and i loved the nuance on that.

shutter speed. wow. the casual possessiveness of mark (which you have a talent for writing into all your fic), the way seb goes from i wont take photos of people to "i HAVE TO DO JUSTICE TO HIM" WOW. BREATHTAKING. you brought pictures to life with your words!!! THE VALEWIS IN THE BG. AMAZING. also the little commentary on the responsibility of a photographer.. it felt so relevant especially today when people are just. monetising other people and their own lives and mining them for content and idk. i really liked how you dealt with that. i've always been of the bent of mind that you should live in the moment and photography takes away from that... but genuinely this fic has made me want to reconsider that stance. but also at the end. not really. ugh. it was *chef's kiss.

just. thank you for writing! you are fantastic and so talented and just. beyond words.

so so so much love <3

✨

Anon 🥺🥺🥺 I'm going to spew out my appreciation for you under the cut because it got long huehuehue

I don't even have words this is just so very kind, lovely, encouraging, and wonderful all at once. What an amazing thing to wake up to. I've read it so many times and I'm clutching your words close to my chest. I'm so happy to know that my fics have moved you in such a way I'm squeaking I'm blushing I'm scuffing my toe into the ground I'm walking around in circles! Come back here so I can give you a lil kith! A big kith! Come back here so I can love you!

I'm over the moon you liked Shutter Speed! I think it's one of the fics I'm most proud of. I'm not a photographer by any means but I have friends who are and amazing people like @sebrrari who really helped me with details like the vibes of being in an art show. It's so good to know it came across well. And it is very much about knowing when to use the camera and when not to! Seb at the end, just basking in Mark's presence, and understanding that in that moment, he doesn't need anything more. He sees and is seen, even without a lens.

The shielding in Treading Softly was my favourite mechanic of the fic! If you'd like to read a little more about it, here's some thoughts I had previously. Essentially the fact that you can design the doors in your head, make them big and heavy and imposing and impenetrable and hurtful, and you can create the scissors that snips your bond into two, means that it all comes down to choice. Yes, there are soul bonds, but yes, deliberate care must be taken to keep them. Huehuehue anon!

Descent into madness being facilitated by fics is something I have partaken of and am very proud to be a part of ehehehehe. If you'd like more martian recs, check this out! We're blessed to have so many amazing authors in this fandom. We're blessed that we're still getting food after so many years! Can you imagine! From 2013 to now. Unhinged! I love them! I am unwell about them!

Thank you for taking the time to leave me such a sweet message anon, I appreciate it so greatly. If you're around please pop over for a chat anytime! (Or slide into dms so I can give you a very big hug and we can be unwell together)

#athy texts #shutter speed #treading softly #hue hue hue (the sound of me crying)#anon 🥺🥺🥺

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sam rewatches shadowhunters 2022, 1.02 the descent into hell isn't wasy

“clary is there a war going on that i don’t know about?” “there is now” makes me think about how this situation is actually pretty new for this younger generation of shadowhuners. and just a few mins in the show goes out of its way to highlight how censored knowledge of the revolt and the circle is. yes they face demons everyday but they only have a vague understanding of their sordid history re: the uprising. so like, as many mistakes as they make, they’re making them not only bc they’re flawed (though that too obviously), but bc this is new territory. that’s not to excuse any of the shitty things alec, jace, and izzy might do down the line, bc everyone does shitty things and it’s important they be acknowledged, but to say - knowing this lends some sympathy to the lightwoods. (and yes jace is included in this. jace is a lightwood. i have an agenda.) (i use a jace wayland tag bc no one ever really calls him jace lightwood in the show but still. i digress) anyways i’m willing to have some sympathy bc of this, but not excuse what shouldn’t be excused. also it’s a damning critique of the us education system LMAO

i know they make a point of acknowledging it later, but clary’s just wayyyy too okay with all of this. she got to have exactly one (1) breakdown and now she’s totally on board with the very nature of the reality she lives in shifting. meanwhile i would still be processing DEMONS??? with simon lmao

i always get frustrated when a show isn’t clear about whether a character knows about their best friend’s crush on them or not. like if they don’t that makes sense if they do that makes sense just pick one or the other? the awkward glance between her and simon and her gently correcting that they’re best friends makes it seem like she at least has an inkling?? and then other times she just seems completely clueless abt it.

lmao i love how for these first few episodes, most of what alec does is just stand quietly in the bg and then make snarky comments. also it’s very subtle bc he could not be Less in the foreground if he tried (almost like... they’re doing camerawork to set up part of his character... inchresting) but he smiles when jace makes fun of izzy’s cooking and as izzy is introducing herself/kinda toying with simon and it’s just a real cute little background detail like. he loves them both a lot.

he’s still being kinda snarky but jace warning simon not to eat izzy’s food is kinda nice considering we learn pretty quickly that it is legitimately that bad. although i’m also wondering if it’s supposed to a very brief shovel talk wrapped up in a weird metaphor? bc like, he shows concern/annoyance when simon shows an interest in izzy, so maybe it’s not that nice lmao, idk

yk, luke being so desensitized to killing a member of the circle could actually make sense, bc he’s had to do it before probably. but it also highlights how the same shouldn’t be true for the lightwood trio. the ease with which they killed the circle members last ep and will continue to do feels jarring, makes it seem like they’re more used to it than they actually are. i mostly see it as a failing in the writing - this show chooses weird emotional and moral stakes to focus in on or ignore at times - but i guess it could also hint at the way shadowhutners as raised as child soldiers and that desensitizing them to violence in general - something that is ALSO woefully underexplored even though it would’ve been a really interesting commentary on cycles of trauma.

okay i’ve always thought jace is a little too okay with allowing hodge to be tortured by his rune to get information and like. he is? but he’s also holding himself back from feeling about it, there are a few twitches that i used to read as anger that now make a lot more sense of recontextualized as feeling bad about hodge but believing what they’re doing is necessary. and he doooes go to catch hodge... only to say “we don’t have a choice, you understand that right hodge” and like. this so shakily walks the line between a well-meaning ends justifying the means mentality and emotional manipulation. for all jace’s rule breaking and bravdo, he’s still a student of the clave.

“dot... you can’t trust anybody” “you’re absolutely right” :( not much to say here, but i’m having a lot of dot feelings this rewatch. and these events breeding distrust even amongst two representatives from diff factions of the downworld is interesting and will continue to be relevant

“it’s not good for any of us” something i do like about izzy is at a certain point, she does know when the jokes stop. she’s a fun loving playful person by nature but when asked by simon the nature of the threat to clary - and all of them - are facing you suddenly understand how scared everyone should be. bc izzy is terrified. just hiding it well. (i think izzy and magnus have a lot in common just fyi)

honestly clary’s interest in jace has a lot less meaning behind it, at least as far as i can tell, than his with her. like, she’s just plainly attracted to him. and that’s fine! it’s honestly a healthier starting point than where he’s coming from. but given the stakes they’re currently facing, it seems weird for that to be any degree of a priority for her when i don’t really see the emotions there yet.

the way izzy touches clary’s hair? is gay as hell. we love to see it. (i can actually really easily see them going for a sapphic storyline for izzy, and i can even see a way for it to make narrative sense and not pull away from alec’s own coming out narrative. the caveat is that in this magical au in my head, it wouldn’t really work until s3, but there would obvs be signs before that)

“actual demons with tentacles that wanna murder us” “one google search away!” clary and simon are a golden comedic duo

jace batting izzy’s hand away while she’s touching the weapons and going “no, izzy” like... it’s interesting that they’re often seen as partners in crime against alec’s Only Sane Man archetype, but i do think jace sees it more as a tactic and izzy kinda just likes chaos jdjhdhshs. i might change my mind about this later bc the show goes back and forth a lot on who has the braincell between him and izzy.

“the little girl” alec stop that’s sexist. like it is more about how she’s a baby fledgling shadowhunter that’s gonna get them all killed and/or in trouble with the clave (which is not a position you wanna find yourself in) which is a reasonable concern, but don’t frame it misogynistic language, okay alec?? okay??

pragmatic as he’s being, magnus is still helping as many of his fellow warlocks as he can and offers the same protection to dot. like... i love him.

i love dot too though and like :(( she’s trying her best!! to not die and also protect clary!!

i usually like how in-sync alecnizzy are with each other but they’re simultaneous “absolutely not” / “don’t even” is a bit stilted. but i do like jace’s slight amusement at how quickly they both understood what he was saying and them both being #concerned and in sync about it

the rotating circle effect is fun, i will admit

so is izzy grabbing simon’s arm to hold, though i think it’s less flirtation and more her wanting to keep him in-reach for the sake of protecting him

“if something happens to her, that’s on us, you know that don’t you?” ugh alec is so interesting and i’m gonna get progressively more annoyed as the season presents his very valid concerns as just jealousy or pettiness. like, snarking aside, alec doesn’t trust clary or know what to make of her, but he doesn’t want her to DIE. their whole thing is protecting people. and aside from that, if she dies - it will be their fault in the clave’s eyes bc it seems that they’re not supposed to have taken her to the silent brothers without seeking an audience officially. alec’s insistence on following the clave’s rules is partly loyalty to the clave bc of the way he was raised, partly because logic, structure, and rules make sense to him and are part of what has kept him alive so far, and partly bc - the clave is rigid and unforgiving. alec knows this and doesn’t want their family to give them an ammunition that could be used against them. which is. unfortunate and we will literally see that he's right about where the blame will lie later on.

i also like how many small alec and simon parallels we get. “we don’t even know these people,” simon says to clary. and like! yeah! and you’ve both got valid concerns! but, yk... plot!

also clary’s insistence that she felt something was missing from her life has never really resonated. i think if they were going to go that route, they needed to establish it more in the first ep, with more time being focused on her being a fish out of water in her own life and the plot heavy stuff only coming in at the beginning in the flashforward and at the very end. yes, evidently a lot of these rewatch notes are just going to be me rewriting and restructuring the show

dot being captured by valentine and forced to take his injections. ugh. never going to be over how brutally she was treated and little the writers seemed to care about her character.

jace smiling as simon rants... #soft “you’re not that funny” YOU’RE FUCKING LYING JACE AND YOU KNOW IT

“the problem is now i don’t trust you” honestly very fair, so far simon has very little reason to trust any of these people and jace’s prank did not help lmao.

“i can’t be here anymore” *gestures to simon* “so jace i’m gonna go mind the perimeter” jdshhshs rude ? yes. also pretty funny. what’s doubly funny is i’m positive he was planning to go check the perimeter anyway, he just wanted to bitch first

"and it's cooler than a flashlight" hshdhdsh one of the charms of this show is when it cops to its own cheesiness

"me?" simon is adorable ans him being genuinely surprised by izzy asking him what he wants breaks my heart a bit. like the alec and simon parallels are very noticeable this time around but i don't think they play into that much later on?

okay was luke's plan just to like? wake clary up ans tell her everything in this flashback? (she wasn't asleep but he and jocelyn clearly thought she was). at least wait til breakfast my dude!!

alec does has have legitimately concerns lafter the clary revealbut aside from expressing them too brusquely, it's also just not a good idea to reveal that distrust in front of her? speaks to alec's like of guile

this scene with simon being kidnapped and he and clary screaming for each other works a lot better than the scene last ep with clary and jocelyn screaming for each other as she sends clary through a portal. like this is still melodramtic but less forced somehow.

i get that izzy probably thought he would get in the way or distract her but. i think it would've made a lot more sense to keep simon with her when she was checking on that noise

anyway so far these eps are really fast paced is what i'm noticing. i think it works a bit better here than ep 1 bc it felt like a lot happened to move the story along, but i still think they should find some time to slow down and do some more intricate world building...

#sam rewatches shadowhunters 2022 #long post //#tv — shadowhunters #my meta #meta — shadowhunters

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It's true cuz these guys are hardly grabbing the Harley Davidsons and they're not going after them and they sit there saying they're doing it and imitating BG saying that they're doing it and they're not it's so pitiful what they do is so beautiful who knows it's so pitiful not beautiful but really it's easy but annoying as hell no this is ladish

I'm putting out warrants in APB on these idiots they insist on screwing around them and being right on top of him messing with every iota and they're going to pay for it and they're going to start paying right about now I don't like them pulling in and threatening him a bunch of f****** assholes I tell you they have nothing better to do all day the circle around one person tell everybody what they're doing some real loser s*** so we're going to start taking their motorcycles and stuff from the Midwest and elsewhere too I'm sick and tired of this I'm going to run a false flag all day and night I'm going to take their stuff they don't do anything with it and it's making it easier to get them

Thor Freya

I've been noticing as you know I get permission and we've been taking tons and tons of stuff more and more and more every time they leave it there for more than an hour I'm right there asking for permission and now we have a nice big huge standing order and we're going to go after them and this guy in the ram is gone I'm going to take him apart saying you scan and these guys suck so bad they're they're dumbass crap is so awful for them and it's terrifyingly awful for our father and mother but these people are dying and it works as cover that they're so insulin and angry and s***** and he has to live low.

And we're going to go after him now a bunch of hostile old scraggly wimps it's obscene they're so damn stupid so we're starting up our engines I'm going to get going on it I'm going to start ripping them apart and the a****** keeps coming back as someone new exposing what they're doing and yeah he's stupid

Savage

I tell you what their stuff is very ripe and the threatening for themselves and others and they think they get more and they are just getting torn to pieces. It's a matter of time today before they start losing everything that they've ever had and they're going to be gone today lots of them to come down here Florida is emptying right now from the warlock other than pseudo empire they're getting towards 3.5% 1% is up and they're getting ready to leave and the pseudo empire is at 1.5% and increasing and yeah they're going to handle the contract issue and Stan will come out of it but boy oh boy I mean they've been like this this nasty pieces of crap the whole time and they had power and money and businesses now they have practically nothing and they're still nasty pieces of crap it says they switched to terrorism and we know about it and we do but man it is not an act that you should do in these days because people just go after you and they don't care anymore in a way we see what you're saying that our people if we have anything we get kind of arrogant and that's what the max are doing so I'm going to come up with a series of alerts and I'm going to also try and use it to recruit and he says it's going to be successful and then you guys can work on it and if you have any questions you'd like that up and running in a few days and we're going to do that and I appreciate the assignment

Oppress I can

You're my mother and she's saying that she's helping not to be alarmed and I do get it this is helpful and we are going forwards there's a bunch of miscreants here to think they're going to win something by making him ugly or loud and they're getting beaten up and pushed out over and over does John rimelord guy takes the cake they're small percentage in the populace and he's still in the news he's all over the place but he's losing positions he has lost his post as director of Homeland security and he's trying to get back in but they won't let him and he's going to lose his post and I heard it today as lead prosecutor for the attorney general and all his people are going to be cleared out I heard some other news too Charlotte county is going to pull him out of the sheriff's job he's obnoxious loser and he always has been and they're going to take him to task as well you're going to make him pay for what he's doing the first two have happened now the first one is happened the second one's going to happen today or tomorrow and the third one they're working on this week and next week until it works then when I'm out he's also out of many positions all around the world when he goes there his character dies and they kill off anybody trying to take over and Terry cheeseman is extremely angry and says you you miss things up for us on purpose and you don't have the program and he does not have it and you fell for Dave's stuff eventually he figures it out and that Dave's Giants and the boy is been used by him for a long time

Savage

We're pleased to hear from our children and those who are in-laws and we're happy you're doing well we are saying that we're under extreme duress and I have ships coming at me he says and it's true and it seems dimwits and I see that these pseudo empire is moving to intercept and we are assisting and others are too it is going to be a glorious day and he says we should assist the pseudo empire because as soon the empire will come at them and we do understand that and why he says it

Hera

We have to take a break he says and get a drink this is some pretty heavy stuff it's working out for him and that we're doing this and we're on board and helping and he really likes it and we're going forward with his idea there's a few of them the fleet and the cash is in stashes of trump and how to use that for recruiting and we're going ahead right now

Savage opress

We're going to help with monitor the progress but you're right they should be allowed some space and latitude to develop the program fully and we're going to go ahead and allow it because it sounds great more shortly

Frank Castle hardcastle

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infoshakil260 · 3 months

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Takeoff Kong Yiji's gown, and I'm going to set off with my broken oar

The world map is so big, I don’t want to have fun too early, I want to make a scene in my own way.

As I write this article, I am preparing to start a gap year. This is a completely new experience for me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about it.

I first joined the company 7 years ago and my memory is still fresh.

Identity: A product primary school student who has just graduated half a year ago;

Time: March 28, 2016, Monday at around 1:00 noon;

Location: 9th floor, Fiyta Building;

First impression of the Goose Factory: dark and old.

There were no lights on in the whole HE Tuber building, so I followed the instructor with small steps in confusion. After arriving at the work station, I took apart the new computer and touched it. It felt really good. I went up to it and smelled it, but the smell was just average. The instructor laughed: The lights will be turned off during lunch break, and the computer will be yours in three years. I almost jumped up when I heard this and immediately bought a camp bed online.

That day I secretly decided that I would work hard for this laptop for three years.

1. I was impulsive because of an old lady

The novelty at the beginning was not enough to make me dizzy. After working for two and a half years, the team was suddenly assigned to Guangzhou to take charge of the Guangdong Provincial Affairs Project. Obviously the team is getting bigger and bigger, but I feel lonely. I forget about the laptop that is not yet my own, and ask myself for the first time: Should I leave?

This thought flashed across my mind, and I talked to the director at the time. He said: Sister, at your age, you are the most powerful. They are all young people, you are a child, and children have infinite vitality. Years later, I would still be filled with power because of this sentence, so I killed the idea before it could take shape.

Later, when the epidemic started, I was transferred to other departments to support micro-emergency projects, and then began to support government-enterprise office collaboration platforms. Later, I was stationed in Yunnan to be responsible for the planning of more than a dozen products in digital government projects. I was shaken again. If I were to leave, what could I take with me and what could I leave behind?

You may be wondering: What's going on? You can't calm down and want to move from time to time? Are you unhappy?

On the contrary, I am very happy after joining Tencent. Almost all my friends in Shenzhen were met in Goose Factory and I like them so much. They gave me the confidence to move forward. They knew the emptiness I felt when I swelled, knew the cowardice I tried my best to hide, knew I was ugly and knew I was evil, and they knew I had a sincere soul and proud talent (this last sentence is nonsense) of).

But I must be honest and say that I had selfish motives when I first joined Tencent. At that time, I set myself to work here for three years, drain all the resources in the company, learn everything that the Goose Factory can learn, and then plot to go out and do something big. I want to devote myself fully from the circle of concern to the circle of influence, but after three years, I am confused. I can't help but follow the company's rules: I want to upgrade to level 9, I want to change the bg, and I want to learn more knowledge. So I transferred my job and had more opportunities to learn from the project. I met many capable people and gained my own life mentor.

It has been like this for five years. One day, when my colleagues and I were squatting in a temporarily rented office in Yunnan to review the latest version of product problems, the floor-to-ceiling windows were facing me. The midsummer sky in Kunming was clean and bright, and a white light flashed in my mind. Oh my God. , I actually worked in a company for five years.

A group of apprentices and I fought hard in Yunnan. When we walked back to the hotel in the middle of the night, the evening breeze was a bit chilly. I secretly made up my mind: I will leave after reaching level 11 in another six months. Yes, I laugh at the rules of big companies and surrender to the pleasure that the process of challenging them brings me. In this way, I thought and learned until I transferred to WeChat Pay and started a completely different industry track. During this period, I was busy adapting to the new environment, learning new knowledge, and meeting new friends. I gradually forgot the unthinking rants I made back then. The aura of WeChat, salary, equity, year-end, partners... Please, do you still want to leave? Nothing will be left after you leave.

Don’t think about it anymore, don’t think about it anymore.

Up to now, I have been at Tencent for 2682 days, so many friends heard that I was at Tencent. At first they would say: wow, you are at Tencent; and later: hey, you are still at Tencent.

From the age of 22 to 29, I will be turning 30 in a few days.

Until a few months ago, during the Monday morning rush hour, I was waiting at a traffic light next to an old woman. I can't remember her face clearly. Old people all over the world seem to have the same look. I only remember that she was carrying a vegetable basket on her skinny wrist. I glanced at her, and she glanced over, unable to tell what her expression was. The light turned green and I passed by on a shared bicycle. This picture has always been fixed in my mind. I was thinking, if I have silver hair and age spots on my face, one day when I see a young girl at an ordinary intersection in this city, what will I think? Any regrets?

Street vendors were shouting and selling fresh food in the morning. The smell of fish and the fragrance of fresh vegetables lingered in the air, which was strange to me.

I passed by it, but I never stopped.

At this moment, I seemed to go back to many years ago, when my family had just finished my father’s funeral. I was still a little baby at that time, and the summer night was filled with the sound of frogs and insects. After dinner, my mother and I were enjoying the shade in the yard. I lay on her lap and wanted to cry sadly: Are all humans mortal? What will happen if I die? At that time, my mother took a cattail leaf fan and slapped me on the back, "Bah, bah, bah, why are children so concerned about this?"

So I resigned.

The old lady on the roadside probably never thought about this.

At twenty or thirty, what is my life lesson?

When I started to announce my resignation to my colleagues and friends, almost everyone's first reaction was surprise. In the current employment situation, are you leaving your job? Still a gap? A good hand of cards has been ruined by you...

They expressed concern about my voluntary departure, and I was terrified many times late at night. When I think about it carefully, this feeling is not unfamiliar, it is the same as I have thought of birth, old age, illness and death countless times. It is no exaggeration to say that I have a little palpitations and chest tightness, as if I have been in an ice cellar.

I came to Shenzhen from Beijing because I couldn't forget Goose Factory. If I left here, would I still need to stay in Shenzhen?

I ask myself: What is your life lesson?

I have thought about the dreams of getting married, having children, accumulating wealth, and becoming famous all over the world, but I want to see the bigger world.

I never want to passively give up my driving force for change to "self-escape from not knowing where to go"; my active choice and giving up will only come from "the love and freedom I yearn for ahead."

After understanding this, the answer becomes clear:

The world map is so big, I don’t want to enjoy it too early.

I would like to thank the boss of my current team for giving me relatively ample time to think about it. During this period, I have been asking myself: What can I do if I leave Tencent one day?

Frankly speaking, you cannot think about this issue in detail. Once you think about it, you will find that the skills you acquire after tightening screws for a long time are not enough for you to survive independently in society. What you know is good enough for others. What skills do you have that others don’t have? You want to be a trendsetter, stay ahead of the trend of the times, and don't want to miss every wave. But in the end, you end up being trapped in the current of the times.

I always hear an old saying, in terms of personal career planning, you must learn to master the power of crossing cycles, and you must build your own core competitiveness. But if from the beginning to the end, your so-called competitiveness is just to have some differentiated advantages compared with other workers in the workplace, can this support your long-term personal development?

He Fan said in "Variables": In a market with homogeneous competition, it is impossible to find excess profits.

A while ago, I found an MP3 in a drawer, which was my first electronic product in junior high school. Thanks to my hobby of collecting, I can still play the recordings inside. I was amused by the immature voice of the 15-year-old with a strong local accent, and I was deeply moved by the childish and great dream of the super optimist.

She said: "I am a young man, not a freak or a fool. I want to fight for my own happiness. I want to do something smart and interesting, and I want to contribute more to society."

Living conditions are obviously getting better and better, but why are there fewer and fewer people chasing their dreams? Everyone is thinking about how to make money and survive. People who have the same sense of social responsibility and historical mission as before seem to have become a rare species.

Sometimes I think that it is precisely because we are all ordinary people. All ordinary people see is money, while detached people know how to think about value. When everyone is running in one direction, occasionally you can stop and look in the opposite direction. Are those things that are overly popular worth investing in and worth following?

If we understand the value behind everything, money will not be far away from us. But if you always stare at the cash in front of you, you will always be able to hide and seek with potential crises within the rules set by others.

So I set a goal for myself. I want to press the pause button and start the gap year.

Why is it serious this time? If I have to put the final word in one sentence: If I don’t leave, I may never be able to take this step.

This is the best time, I am still young, I am very free, I have too many things I want to do, too many paths I want to take, too many feelings I want to express, and too many skills I want to learn.

In the coming year, I will cherish:

August is my "birthday month". I want to take a long-awaited summer vacation for myself, return to my family and become the little rice bug who can't take care of himself for three meals a day, and then continue to brush up on language scores, get paperwork, and prepare for my 24-fall study abroad application;

In September, I will follow my previous agreements with several universities, start work shop cooperation, and devote myself fully to research;

In October, I will spend some time on several international charity projects. I have always wanted to practice the concept of "technology for good";

In November and December, I will continue to write my first book according to the manuscript contract with the publishing house and submit it by the end of the year. I thought about a proposition a long time ago. There are too many successful learnings in the market, and there are not a few big names who rely on their personal influence to respond to everyone. Why do people always tend to avoid talking about or downplay the experience of failure? Just as the growth curve of any company leads you to success, it will also lead you to failure. Failure is the background. So I want to share a lot of failures based on a product perspective, as well as the energy and dry knowledge drawn from these failed businesses. It is a bit sad but very real, but more importantly, I require myself to be hard-core. Figure out the boundaries between emotion and rationality, and give yourself a staged explanation.

In January and February next year, I want to continue learning programming, and there are several projects that are still in the incubation stage. As for the more detailed follow-up plans, we will talk about it at that time. In July 2023, I can only predict that I will be very busy, but I am no longer obsessed with a clear and definite plan.

I always believe that when you are willing to devote yourself to the unknown of life, many surprises will happen. I have tried my best to pave the way in advance, trying hard to do things that I wanted to do before but didn’t have the time or energy to do. Later, I just let the bullets fly for a while.

I hope that one year from now, I can happily share my gap year gains and experiences with you!

3. I believe more in statistics than in success studies.

In fact, I have never liked to read the experiences shared by successful people. It is as unreliable as if you deduced the problem-solving ideas from the answers. Every successful person’s experience is marked by huge personal cognitive biases, self-righteousness, and luck. What's more, "success" itself has its own criteria for judging.

A few months ago I went back to my alma mater, and the college teacher asked me to cheer up my juniors. Although I compiled a decent ppt with a serious name: "The Crazy Road of Internet Workers", when I stood on the stage, I couldn't help it: they were all majoring in mathematics and statistics, and compared with When it comes to learning about success, I would rather talk about statistics to deduce what our chances of winning are during the period when things change from warm to cold.

Later, I shared this speech on Knowledge Planet, and several other classmates from big factories expressed their opinions: In recent years, many people have stayed away from people who come from big factories. For example, the salaries of big factories cannot be paid. The people in captivity are too comfortable, their abilities are too weak and weak... There are different opinions on this.

You name it, patents, papers, books, etc., have results, all have the name of the author on them, and they are recognized by society. What did you get after graduating from a major factory? What can "graduated" employees take with them?

When I was a student, I imagined myself sitting in an office, well-dressed, and talking elegantly. All I could imagine were frivolous things: title, five-star performance, salary increase, year-end, leading a team, etc. These things may seem like accumulation, but if you leave the company one day, they will be cleared in an instant.

I saw Dragon Slayer Rouge Well put forward a proposition before:

After realizing this, and because I was preparing to leave recently, I always kept myself in a "leave at any time" mentality to look at everything.

I repeatedly reflected on myself: If I were to leave the company next month, what would I take with me and what would I want most? I will crazily study all the courses and articles I am interested in in the company, consult all the experts I admire, and muster up the courage to take the initiative to meet the people I want to get to know... I hope that I will master more things that will still belong to me after death.

The priority of what I pursue in the company is: things that will not be cleared after death > things that will be cleared after death > things that will be cleared after leaving a company. It's quite interesting to work with this kind of mentality. If you are still working, you might as well do an experiment for yourself. You will find that you will feel hungry every day and gain something new every day. When you get off work every day, you will involuntarily sigh: Today I have lived for myself for another day. Today I am different from yesterday.

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Takeoff Kong Yiji's gown, and I'm going to set off with my broken oar

The world map is so big, I don’t want to have fun too early, I want to make a scene in my own way.

As I write this article, I am preparing to start a gap year. This is a completely new experience for me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about it.

I first joined the company 7 years ago and my memory is still fresh.

Identity: A product primary HE Tuber school student who has just graduated half a year ago;

Time: March 28, 2016, Monday at around 1:00 noon;

Location: 9th floor, Fiyta Building;

First impression of the Goose Factory: dark and old.

There were no lights on in the whole building, so I followed the instructor with small steps in confusion. After arriving at the work station, I took apart the new computer and touched it. It felt really good. I went up to it and smelled it, but the smell was just average. The instructor laughed: The lights will be turned off during lunch break, and the computer will be yours in three years. I almost jumped up when I heard this and immediately bought a camp bed online.

That day I secretly decided that I would work hard for this laptop for three years.

1. I was impulsive because of an old lady

You may be wondering: What's going on? You can't calm down and want to move from time to time? Are you unhappy?

Don’t think about it anymore, don’t think about it anymore.

Up to now, I have been at Tencent for 2682 days, so many friends heard that I was at Tencent. At first they would say: wow, you are at Tencent; and later: hey, you are still at Tencent.

From the age of 22 to 29, I will be turning 30 in a few days.

Street vendors were shouting and selling fresh food in the morning. The smell of fish and the fragrance of fresh vegetables lingered in the air, which was strange to me.

I passed by it, but I never stopped.

So I resigned.

The old lady on the roadside probably never thought about this.

At twenty or thirty, what is my life lesson?

I came to Shenzhen from Beijing because I couldn't forget Goose Factory. If I left here, would I still need to stay in Shenzhen?

I ask myself: What is your life lesson?

I have thought about the dreams of getting married, having children, accumulating wealth, and becoming famous all over the world, but I want to see the bigger world.

After understanding this, the answer becomes clear:

The world map is so big, I don’t want to enjoy it too early.

I would like to thank the boss of my current team for giving me relatively ample time to think about it. During this period, I have been asking myself: What can I do if I leave Tencent one day?

He Fan said in "Variables": In a market with homogeneous competition, it is impossible to find excess profits.

She said: "I am a young man, not a freak or a fool. I want to fight for my own happiness. I want to do something smart and interesting, and I want to contribute more to society."

So I set a goal for myself. I want to press the pause button and start the gap year.

Why is it serious this time? If I have to put the final word in one sentence: If I don’t leave, I may never be able to take this step.

This is the best time, I am still young, I am very free, I have too many things I want to do, too many paths I want to take, too many feelings I want to express, and too many skills I want to learn.

In the coming year, I will cherish:

In September, I will follow my previous agreements with several universities, start work shop cooperation, and devote myself fully to research;

In October, I will spend some time on several international charity projects. I have always wanted to practice the concept of "technology for good";

I hope that one year from now, I can happily share my gap year gains and experiences with you!

3. I believe more in statistics than in success studies.

I saw Dragon Slayer Rouge Well put forward a proposition before:

After realizing this, and because I was preparing to leave recently, I always kept myself in a "leave at any time" mentality to look at everything.

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aye, rocky! how's it going? btw, LOVE your content <3

i've got a sneak peak of your ninjago icons and wanted to know how do you get them to look so HD and smooth? i just LOVE it. ♡_♡

let me know and also have a great day, love you!

brb sobbing bc tumblr didn't tell me I had asks 😭😭😭

no but actually! it's really easy

ofc you gotta start out with a high quality screencap - i usually try to grab from 1080p video files. I use Sony Vegas to scrub through episodes for screencaps, but any video software that lets you go frame by frame will suffice.

once you've got your images of choice, plop em over into your image editing software of choice (i use sai. yes I know its for art. shhhhhhh). I use a standard of 8x8 inches for the canvas size!

after that, I'll shrink the caps down to size & mess around with the placement til its to my liking. typically that means testing the icon over a circle to see how it fits for those cut of icons as well. also gratuitously flipping the image back and forth to make sure it looks just right.

sometimes I play around with filters just a bit to enrichen colors. rarely, I'll retouch the image - either erasing something in the bg or piecing together caps to make a new image but that can be very time consuming imo.

that's all there really is to it! hope it helps :>

#nin speaks #asks #if an image is really grainy I'll go in with the airbrush tool & smoothen out pixels but thats harder to do with cg caps

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Make The First Move

George Weasley x Reader

BG: The Yule Ball is only a month away, but the boy you were hoping to ask you out still hasn’t make a move. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

(With guess appearances of Fred and Cedric)

This is an entry for @heloisedaphnebrightmore ’s 1k Followers Writing Challenge

Fluff prompt #1 “Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?”

Fluff prompt #6 “If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it.”

Trope #8 Friends to lovers

WC: 2623

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y/n l/n is not a girly girl. You would categorize your fashion mentality to value comfort and functionality more than style.

Yes, during the weekends, you do tend to rock a graphic tee, jeans, soft sneakers and a outwear of choice, depending on what you’re feeling that day- be it a leather jacket, causal blazer to a denim jacket.

Hey in your defence, the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located isn’t exactly the warmest place, besides students are only allowed to wear casual clothes during the weekends.

But every now and then you do wanna pop on a skirt or a dress, especially when its warm outside.

This upcoming event though…. you, like everyone else is oh so very much do want to feel like a star! To feel elegant! Luxurious!

That’s right the Yule Ball is only a month away. It is all that is in every single student’s mind ever since it was announced. Who would their date to the ball be? What outfit would they wear?

A number of students had already picked their respective dates and dresses. However, a remaining select few have not done either- Like yourself. Time is running out and the pool of available potential partners is decreasing day by day.

You didn’t mind going alone, as long as you have a great time with friends, going alone it isn’t really a big deal. But there is a small childlike wishful thinking that wants to have a fairy tale experience.

It also isn’t helpful that you had started to develop feelings for a certain redheaded twin over the summer. You swear that he too felt the dynamic changed between the two of you- who knew that 3 weeks tinkering with joke shop ideas and fixing out the burrow’s garage could be so impactful.

Though now coming to think of it, could you have just read the signs all wrong? The lingering stares, the tighter and longer hugs… Could this be signs that he planning of ways to murder you? Because if this were all romantic signs, wouldn’t he have had asked you out to the ball by now? It was no secret that you hadn’t said yes to anyone yet.

So, what’s taking so long? George Weasley is one of the most confident and popular guys on campus. Surely, he wouldn’t chicken out or get nervous to ask you.

Right??

Pushing boy trouble aside, you focus back on the dress catalogue your mum had sent you earlier today.

Flipping through the pages, 2 dresses caught you eye. One was a short tule the other had a long side leg slit.

You were in the process of bookmarking the page when you felt the catalogue being pulled out of your grasp.

‘Hey!’ You instinctively shouted to the culprit.

‘What’s this?’ George said, turning to the front cover. ‘“Madam Bella’s Evening Gowns, Autumn/Winter 1994”’

‘Give it back George!’ You tried to take it from him, but he quickly held it above his head.

You stood on the bench in hopes to extend your reach. You could almost take hold-

‘Catch Freddie!’ Shouted George and threw it across the table.

Fred flipped to the dogeared pages. ‘Ahh..’ He was scanning through the choices you had circled. ‘Great choices indeed, my dear y/n!’

At first you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or being sincere.

That must had shown on your face as Fred continued, ‘I’m serious y/n/n!’ He placed his left hand on his heart and raise his right. ‘I swear! But you would look good in any dress anyway.’

You blushed at his compliment. ‘Thanks for the confidence boost Freddie.’

He hands back the catalogue to you, and as you took it, he whispered in your ear. ‘A little hint though,’ He shifts back a bit- now being face to face. ‘My vote is on the slit dress...’

Your brows scrunched together- was this boy seriously giving you fashion advice?

‘….I know George would like that..’ He steals a quick glance towards his twin, who has now turn bright red, both from being embarrassed and furious at him. ‘… I-I mean, it would match George’s dress robes.’

Fred sends you a final wink and bids you both goodbye.

You watch Fred exit the Great Hall, never letting him out of sight until he turns the corner. Which George to grateful for, as that had bought him time to calm his face down.

That was the one of the weirdest exchanges you’ve ever had yet, but you also couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

George cleared his throat ‘So…y/n...Have you got a date yet?’

‘No why?’ You look over at him and you thought that you might give your hypothesis a try. Smirking hopefully, you asked ‘Are you gonna ask me?’

If you only knew what was going on inside of George’s head, the boy was panicking.

It was as if time slowed. Or it was because George’s thoughts are going a thousand miles a second.

Of course, he wanted to ask you to go with him!

But his brain was feeding him of insecurities. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if you did say yes but only as a friend?

Plus, he didn’t want to ask you in front of all these people, thinking that you might be pressured by the crowd to agree.

No, he wanted to do it in a private, more intimate setting. Deserving of your beauty and grand place to confess his feelings.

He’d dream that in return you would say ‘Yes, I loved to go to the ball with you, George!’ and perhaps even say those 3 words he’s been dying to hear-more in the romantic nature than of friendship- and if he was lucky, maybe even share a kiss, that would be the best case scenario.

The worst-case scenario would be you rejecting him, possibly forever ruining the relationship with his best friend and having his heart broken- at least that case, nobody else would witness that.

‘Eh George?? Georgie?? Hello??’ You frantically wake a hand in front of him. ‘Earth to George Weasley!!!’

Great, when you finally had the courage to ask him to be your date-albeit indirectly- You broke him.

‘uuh.. I… I have to go...’ George looked like a deer caught in headlights

‘What?’

His eyes, dart upwards, thinking of an excuse. ‘Yes, I have to go… GO CLEAN MY SOCKS!’ Unfortunately, for him, in an uncharacteristic manner, he failed to think of a believable lie. ‘I’ll see you later!’

And with that he rushed out the Great Hall, leaving you once again gawking with a confused face at another Weasley twin.

You had your back against one of the rock formations near the Black lake, deciding which of the 2 dresses you would be wearing to the ball.

You were enjoying the last good sunny autumn days, taking in the sights of other students having a picnic on this beautiful Saturday. When suddenly a figure had landed right in front of you.

‘Ahhh!’ You had jumped in fright, causing you to slip a bit.

‘I got you, I got you!’ You felt arms holding you tight, preventing you from falling off the rocks.

Once you had regained your balance you check to see the perpetrator that had gave you a heart attack.

‘CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT!!’

The boy chuckled. ‘I know y/n/n, but I just couldn’t help it!’

You narrowed your eyes at him. Which made him laugh even more.

‘You know you love me.’ He gushed, bring you into a hug.

‘And that is my weakness’ Your reply being muffled by his shoulder. You Cedric were as close as brother and sister, having basically grew up together as both your families super close. Your father is best friends with his father and so are your mothers ever since their Hogwarts days. Therefore, naturally you and Cedric have a close bond too, being joined at the hip since birth-the only time part was the 3 months that you are older by.

It has been a while since you two had caught up with each other, him being busy with the Triwizard Tournament ofcourse.

‘Have you got any idea about the second task?’

‘Yeahh’ Cedric gulped.

You crocked a brow. Not buying his bullshit.

Cedric scratched the back of his neck. ‘Fine, I haven’t….’ Gazing towards the lake, he continued. ‘But I think it’s got something to do about the water.’

You take hold of his hand. ‘Hey, it’s alright. You’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks y/n. I thought initially you wouldn’t be against me joining.’ He confessed.

‘You know I would support you no matter what. But don’t get me wrong, I’m worried for you Ced, always am. The tournament just upped it to level 1000! But I know that you have it in you to win this, to be the Triwizard Champion!’ You beamed. ‘Imagine that Ced, a Triwizard Champion in the family!’

‘It would be great, would it?’

‘Now to the matter at hand, The Yule Ball.’

‘What about it?’

‘Have you asked someone yet? You enquired.

‘Well there is this gorgeous lady that I’ve been meaning to ask…’ He hinted. ‘Though I am waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, you see everything has to be perfect!’

‘Awww, what an absolute sweetheart!’ You swooned.

Behind Cedric, you could have sworn that you saw someone in the trees. However, in your eagerness to know more of Cedric’s possible date, you brushed it off as the swaying of the branches and falling autumn leaves.

‘How about you? Has Mr. Beater asked you yet?’

You sighed. ‘Not exactly…’

Cedric leaned forward with hands on his chin, interested to hear more.

‘He asked if I had got a date yet, to which I said no. Then teased if he was gonna ask me.’ You recalled. ‘Then he froze. I guess I broke him, cause the next thing he said was that he’s got to go clean his socks.’

That had Cedric doubling over. ‘George really said that?!?!!?’ He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. ‘Clean his socks?!!??’

‘Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want Diggory. But you still hadn’t asked Cho out yet.’

‘Heyy! I told you I am waiting for the right moment!’

‘C’mon Ced, Sweet intentions aside. Cho has been declining offers to the ball, time is running out and I bet she is getting tired waiting for you to make a move, especially this close to the ball.’ You know how much Cedric likes Cho and hate to see him sad if and when Cho doesn’t get tired of waiting for him. ‘Sooner or later she might just say yes to some other guy, cause you’re talking so long!’

‘I’m sorry Cedric.’ You had realized that you projected your own frustrations on him. ‘I didn’t mean to go off on you like that.’

‘I know y/n, it’s alright really.’ He smiled, having come up with an idea ‘How about this, the next time you see George, YOU ask him out?’ He suggested.

‘ME?!?’

‘Yes.’ He insisted. ‘That why we would get a definite answer. And this time not more asking in an indirectly direct way. - We don’t want another system error in that head of his. Deal?’

‘Deal’

Picking up the discarded catalogue, he remarked. ‘Hmmm, I think that the long one would suit the occasion better, don’t you think? Being it a formal event and all.’

You agreed. ‘and you‘re not the first one to say that too.’ You muttered-more to yourself.

‘Huh?’

‘Nothing!’

‘So what color are you thinking? Blue or…’

‘Oh I got that all figured out! I was thinking that since the point of the Triwizard Tournament is school unity, I want the grown to be featuring my house colours.’

Fred had ran back to the Gryffindor dormitories as fast as he could. Glad to spot that his twin brother laying down on the bed.

As much as he enjoys teasing his siblings. He could no longer endure the obliviousness of his brother and y/n. He can no longer take the constant nonessential pining, especially when they obviously like each other.

Fred had been trying to get them together for the past month, but it seems that subtly pushing them to the right direction isn’t working. Which leaves him with no choice.

‘If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it’ Stated Fred.

‘What?’

‘I can’t take it anymore Georgie!’ He grabs his brother by the collar. ‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I KNOW YOU LIKE Y/N AND BELIEVE ME GEOGRE WHEN I SAY THAT SHE LIKES YOU BACK OKAY.’ Fred pleads, shaking George with each word. ‘AND YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A MOVE TODAY! NOW! ASK HER TO THE BALL BEFORE CEDRIC DOES.’

George now dizzy, mumbled. ‘What? How?.....How do you know this?’

‘I saw them together at the lake and me being the best brother that you have decided to eavesdrop.’ Fred admitted. ‘And guess what, Cedric plans to ask a gorgeous lady- y/n- to the yule ball but is just finding the perfect opportunity.’

‘Therefore, brother dearest, it’s only a matter of time til that happens. And I your very supportive wingman urge you to freaking ask y/n out RIGHT NOW before it’s too late.’

That news that Cedric might ask y/n to the ball before he does, had put George back into his senses.

In record time, George had tidy up his clothes and fixed his hair. ‘Right.’ He turned to Fred who was looking smug leaning on the door frame. ‘How do I look?’

‘Smashing.’

‘Great, Now get out of the way you prick.’

George was busy thinking on how to ask y/n out to the yule ball and possibly even side in the chance to ask to go on a date with him, when he accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Wooooahh careful George!’

Damnit! he thought, out of all the people in this huge school, he just had to bump into the one person he doesn’t want to see.

‘Diggory.’ George growled.

‘You two alright?’ Said a voice beside them.

In his annoyance towards Cedric, George hadn’t noticed that you were close by. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Heyy’ Cedric interrupted. George had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll see you later okay?’

Cedric kissed your forehead and whispered. ‘Good luck.’

This was is. George interpreted that sibling affection as you going out with Cedric to the ball.

Accepting defeat, he cleared his throat. ‘I guess imma go too-‘

‘Wait George!’ You held onto his arm to prevent him from leaving. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Go ahead.’ Replied George, curious onto what it is that is so important to ask him.

‘Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?’

‘Hmm?’ George once again confused.

‘Gosh you are slow sometimes aren’t you.’ You chuckled. You take a step closer to him, coming up face to face. ‘George Weasley will you go to the ball with me?’

It took a second for George to believe what he was hearing. ‘YES!!’ He exclaimed then recomposed himself. ‘Yes, I would love to go to the ball with you.’

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he decided to take it one step further- cause what else has he got to lose? ‘Will you y/n l/n go on a date with me?’

You bring your arms to his neck, his him close. ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You grinned, pulling him into a long awaited kiss.

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Closure is not redemption

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Characters: Chisaki Kai, Eri, Mention of Eri's parentals Mentions of other characters, Cameo of my favorites in the bg

Wc: 1994

Tags: Post-Canon eri is only here to get a few questions answered, and maybe solve one of her own problems, Implied Mpreg, pregnancy

Ao3 link:

Summary:

Chisaki gets an unexpected visitor while serving his time.

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There was only one person who consistently visited him, so he wasn’t able to immediately place the young woman who took a seat on the other side of the clear partition. Usually, the person on the other side of the glass was the green-haired brat, Deku. Despite heroics no longer being a valid career, he seemed to think it was his job to save people. Like clockwork, he would come and talk to Kai, no matter how little he wanted to see the brat.

He should have realized sooner who the young woman was, and once he did, it was an exercise in comparisons.

Tall, where she was once short. Hair short where it was once long. The only thing that stayed the same was the color of her eyes and her hair, which she had cut into a short, layered bob. It was one of the styles that was fashionable this season; several of the guards wore something similar.

Before and After.

Then and Now.

The old terrors and fresh fears.

Old disgust with the new.

They stared at each other, Kai taking in her adult visage, and her… looking for something as the minutes ticked by. He wasn’t sure why she was here. They had nothing to discuss. Even when that Deku brat showed up, he instigated the entire conversation, something it seemed she was ill-inclined to do. Besides, he had little to discuss. He’d been in prison for a long time and had many more years left on his sentence, even with his good behavior. Nothing he does or says will reduce that time any further, and he’s too tired to pick fights with visitors anymore.

It’s five minutes until visitation is over when she finally gathers the courage to do something. She takes a deep breath, looking him in the eyes.

“H-hello.” She stated. There’s the barest hint of a tremor in her voice. He tilted his head in response, his brows rising. Her mouth twitched into a rather severe-looking frown. She waited for him to reply. When he doesn’t, she sighs, shoulders slumping slightly.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here…”

His gaze dropped down to her folded hands. They were resting on the small ledge that acts as a counter on the visitor’s side and are turning pale with how hard she’s clenching them. Her voice wasn’t the only thing with a faint tremor in it, either. It’s faint, like the barely-there quiver of a leaf in a ghost-like breeze, but it’s still there.

She’s still terrified of him, and part of him is glad for it.

She follows his eyes down. Her frown deepened as she tucked her hands under the counter and presumably on her lap, hiding them from view.

Well then.

“I don’t particularly care.” Kai stated, leaning back in his chair. “Is this prescribed therapy for you? Did some well-meaning counselor suggest you get closure? Or are you here to bask in the fact that I’m still here and will be for many long years?”

She immediately shook her head back, almost violently in her desire to refute his suggestions. Her mouth is opened to verbally do the same when she’s cut off by a guard stepping further into the room with a polite, forced cough. It does the trick and pulls their attention towards the guard.

“Ma’am. Time is up.”

Her hair was styled differently when she next visited him. He wasn’t expecting her to come back at all, let alone so soon after her previous visit.

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Here she was though, sitting on the other side of the partition. Her bobbed hair was slicked back and a pen was tucked behind an ear as if she had forgotten about it. Judging by the circles under her eyes and the way her hair seemed more dirty and greasy rather than styled indicated she probably had.

“Hello.” She greeted softly as he sat down. Her eyes flicked to his ‘hands’ as he sat, and she winced.

“Here for more closure?” He jabbed in lieu of a greeting. He expected a frown, but instead, she simply shook her head at him again.

“No… I wanted to… talk to you… about…” She stopped, wavering on her words. It seemed that habit hadn’t completely left her. She hovered over her potential words long enough for his attention to shift to one of the other groups in the room.

There was a white-haired man with faint scars who looked vaguely familiar. He was talking to, if he wasn’t mistaken, a former pro-hero with wings. The conversation looked heated, but not confrontational. A rarity in the prison. He was on the verge of understanding what they were talking about (it sounded either like someone’s love life or a rom-com) when there was a dull slap against the partition in front of him.

Eri glared at him, pushing the papers further up the glass.

“I took a DNA test.”

He didn’t bother looking at the paperwork.

“So you did.” He stated calmly.

“Was everything a lie?” She asked. She looked angry with him. Almost. He’d never seen her look angry before. Not at him.

“No. Your ‘mother’ did disown you. You had the ill-luck that your adopted mother did so too.” He paused, thinking back, “And you were the reason your fathers disappeared.” Nothing he told her was technically a lie. It wasn’t even really a half-truth.

“Why?” She asked. Her irritation seemed to vanish as quickly as it arrived, replaced with a sad confusion. She slowly pulled the papers away from the glass. “And how?”

“Why… what?” He asked, “Why do you exist? The same reason a lot of brats do. Accidents happen. And what do you mean how? I’m sure you’re well aware of how infants are-”

“How did I end up with you then? If you threw me away?”

Kai shrugged. He never asked the Boss too many questions. When he was younger, he was sure it was the Boss’s way of teaching him, or trying to encourage him to be different. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He wasn’t even sure if the Boss had been aware of the relationship until after he’d placed Eri back into his care. Then again, the first time the Boss had seen her, she looked quite different from the four-year-old Kai later received.

“Boss was trying to help the both of us. It’s his fault, really.”

Neither of them said anything further. Even as the guard came to escort him back to his cell and her to the gate of the prison, they were silent.

The seasons changed before she made another visit. It was starting to get cold and she arrived wearing a sweater that looked hand-made. It didn’t stop her from pulling on a fraying string along the cuff, rolling it back and forth until it tangled into a knotted ball and the tension caused it to snap. She dropped the thread and began the process anew.

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“Did you- do you have any fond memories?”

The temptation to lie was strong. He owed her nothing and frankly, he was ready for these visits to be done and over with. However, if there was one thing she learned from her rescuer, it was stubborn determination. If her still present terror and his standoffish behavior hadn’t put her off now, he doubted anything would.

Perhaps it was time to try a different tack.

“There were a few. “ He admitted. Eri’s surprise was almost comical. “As far as gestation went, you were fairly mild. Quiet. Barely showed. Didn’t know you were there, except at three-thirty in the morning.”

“Wh-what happened then?”

He offered her a small, rigid smile. “For some unholy reason, I was quite convinced you hated me, you could not let me sleep through the night. The only time you ever kicked was that singular time in the morning. You would keep at it until I either ate something with blue cheese in it, or on bad nights, I sang that god-forsaken song.”

Her eyes widened, comically so and her mouth slacked in surprise.

“It was some pop song. I barely remember it now. It played all the time on the radio, especially that dj-hero’s station. I hated it, but it was better than eating…cheese.” He scowled at the thought. Specifically, moldy cheese. How he managed to consume such things was beyond comprehension. “I was sure you were trying to turn my kidneys and bladder to a pulped mess, but as soon as I’d start humming, you’d fall back asleep, or at the very least, kick softer. And in time with the music.”

He stopped, closing his eyes and remembering the soft pops he would feel against his hand. The way it awed and disgusted him at the same time. The panic it would send through him, sometimes spiraling into one of those episodes he abhorred.

“Sometimes it felt like you were trying to ask for it one more time. It was a pair of soft taps that were hard to feel. If I did sing, you would definitely fall asleep before I finished it.”

She was in a sweater again, but there was a white coat on top of it. She looked better rested than she had since that second visit.

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“You finally get sleep?” He asked. She nodded, not looking at him.

“I have a night shift at the hospital after this visit.”

“I see. So, you’re a nurse?”

She bristled, glaring at him with more hatred than he had ever seen her level at him before. A touchy subject, perhaps?

“Doctor. Dr. Imaizumi.”

“Married? Congratulations, I suppose.”

“Yes, but… I didn’t take their name. We decided on a new one.”

Time certainly did fly.

Little Eri had married and gotten a doctorate.

He was getting old.

“Either way, congratulations on the… marital bliss I suppose.” He said blandly, “Is there anything you wanted to ask on this visit?”

“Yes, I-” She stopped, looking uneasy. A few minutes passed with her undoubtedly arguing with herself before she shook her head. “Did I always have white hair or was that because of what you did?”

That caught him off guard, and he took a moment to think back. It was… quite a bit of time ago, and he didn’t really care too much to begin with…

Ah, he remembered. One of the final reasons he decided to discard her, to realize that a child was too much work.

“You were born with brown hair.” He hummed, remembering the wisps of brown that covered the head of the small, bloody whimpering child. The bile that surged as he saw the hair coming loose under the water. He wrinkled his nose at the memory. “ A week later it all fell out in the bath and started growing in thick and pale.”

“I have one last question.”

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“For today?”

“For… forever, I suppose. This is my last visit.”

He hummed, waiting on her question. She glanced at him, red eyes bright and shining. The rest of her face was steadily turning a vibrant scarlet, even as she proceeded to look more and more ill.

“What did you eat when the morning sickness got bad?”

For a minute, he sat, staring at her like she’d grown a second head, wondering why this information was fascinating to her.

“Not food. I resorted to drinking-…”

The answer slammed into him like a truck, throwing him into a state of sympathetic nausea. He took a closer look at her, at the way the sweater clung to her, on fatigue under her eyes, on the way she looked ready to be ill-

Well Damn.

He was getting old.

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An:

Misc thoughts:

Deku makes monthly visits to all the villains he defeated, trying to coax them into changing. Some he’s more effective with than others, but he hasn’t given up so far. He has a good rapport with the guards.

Eri is a doctor, although I’m not sure what her specialty is. It’s something in the hospital though.

I HC that she married Kota because I think it’s cute. Deku may have had a heart attack when he heard.

They took a water-themed last name to honor Kota’s parents. Neither wanted to keep the last name due to history associated with it. Also she didn’t really have a last name at the time and they wanted a fresh start.

Your call on if this is a verse where Kai is FtM, A/B/O, or if he decided to experiment as a teenager.

#bnha #bnha fic #my fic

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Hello. I read several of your posts about the word of honor. Very interesting and explains a lot. I'm from Russia. May I ask why Chinese authors and readers hate switching pairings? Thank you

Hi! Sorry it took me a while to reply to your question. (I had too much to say!) First, I've only ever discussed the switching issue with c-fans concerning fan works. So quite a bit of this is based on some assumptions. And I’m not speaking for everyone, just based on my limited circle of friends. The biggest chat group I’ve been in for Word of Honor only had 400 people, the group I chat in the most often really has only 15 or so very active members.

I used to have a very judgemental view of why some people don't like switching (not just the Chinese, but Asians in general, like in yaoi). Because it's related to female "fantasy". In almost every slash fandom you go to, the more popular character is usually the bottom (or bottoms most of the time). Of course, there are switching fics and flipped-around pairings, but by and large, you'll notice that there's always the same trend in all fandoms. The preference for a fixed gong/shou pairing isn't exclusive to just the Chinese; it's just a lot more noticeable when it comes to Asian fandoms, because they don’t care about being PC.

(the post got too long, I’m putting the rest behind a cut)

All popular novels targeted at cishet women work the same way (helping them build a fantasy by placing themselves in the lead character's shoes, the female lead or the shou). For BG novels, I think Twilight is an excellent example of this; for danmei, MXTX (both for popularity and enabling fantasy). As a matter of fact, most danmei books have the shou as the main character (these novels are marked as "主受文" on jjwxc, meaning the shou is the #1 main character).

For readers, it's part of the reader-fantasy. Asia still has relatively rigid gender expectations compared to the West, and it translates into BL/slash/danmei/yaoi fandoms. If we use WoH as an example, how many bottom!WKX fics and art are created by fans whose favourite character is WKX? I'll bet it's a majority. Generally, danmei fans tend to prefer to have their favourite character as the "primary" shou.

Non-Chinese fans are just more willing to ignore canon and write what they like, while Chinese fans who don't like it tend just to give up and move to the next one. Neither method is wrong; we can't help what we prefer.

For writers, novels with a couple (CP) that switches tend to be less popular. So if you're an author, even if you don't mind switching, why would you minimize your possible success?

Priest's novel fandoms tend to "suffer" a bit in terms of popularity as both characters in her novels are always pretty strong/toppy. I've had Chinese friends tell me they gave up on finishing some books because they "supported" the wrong CP, even though Priest doesn't write explicit smut, and they can easily skip over the suggestive few lines of text!

When it comes to fan works, many people who hate switching or flipped CP say that by doing so, the characters become OOC. I don't think this view is necessarily correct as I can usually imagine specific circumstances where switching can happen in character. The novels I struggle with finding a scenario where switching happens in-character are Qiang Jin Jiu, Faraway Wanderers & SVSSS (the side pairing).

The unreasonable fans may even claim it's disrespectful to the original work (I don't think they really believe this, though).

Most groups, topics and CP-specific forums ban all talk of switching (互攻) or flipped-couples (逆cp). You'll often see stuff like "不拆不逆" (don't split the CP and don't flip them), "拆逆SI" (split/flip them and you die) in group rules. It’s also the same the other way, for example if you post WenZhou in a ZhouWen group, you’re also going to get scolded.

Fans don't like it, and to be honest, people with agendas to snuff out Word of Honor's (and RPS) popularity in China have been posting a lot about GJ's role in a previous danmei adaptation to turn the fans off (it works), so I get why it’s not allowed. I heart WoH and the actors, I don’t want them to lose fans just because of something as silly as topping/bottoming.

I used to be quite bitchy (and judgmental) about the lack of switching in fic because it's not realistic. After immersing myself more in c-fandom (WoH forced me back into fandom!!), I've become less judgmental about it. Because I realized the fans know it's not realistic as well, and they're okay with that. Before, I thought they were just lying to themselves tbh.

I even prefer switching (or flipped around pairings) in some fandoms because sometimes the shou is often feminised. I hate that. If I'm going to read something like this, then I might as well be in an m/f fandom. I want both the characters to seem like men and have masculine traits.

If you've been reading gay romance novels (written for men) on Amazon from before m/m novels (written for women) became popular, you would know what I mean by the difference. (I’m not trying to sound like a dick, I just don’t know how to explain this difference well) Also, does this make me seem old?? LOL. I'm going to be in my mid-thirties this year. I like that m/m novels tend to have happier endings (since I am a woman), but I also find that feminisation of the bottom/shou happens far too often.

To me, a big part of the appeal of Word of Honor is the beautiful gong who's super shameless (美人攻 ) and the alpha!shou who thinks he's the top. If it were no longer the case (ZhouWen instead of WenZhou), honestly, WoH would just be like any other danmei novel/adaptation.

#word of honor asks #we're all free to like what we like #i used to have secretly evil thoughts #that fic authors shouldn't warn for switching #to traumatise people who were narrowminded #lol #now i understand the other POV #opinion

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