#anyways feel free to send me asks about this I will answer any questions besides the identity of the ghost

[wooshofficial]

Hello tumblr would you like a writing snippet

#woosh quotes themself #writing snippet #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FICLET. ITS 900 WORDS AND NOT EVEN CLOSE TO DONE #idk when this’ll be out bc dialogue is hard but the way I’ve been trying to yell about this for days and being unable to bc spoilers is so #it’s driving me insane basically #anyways feel free to send me asks about this I will answer any questions besides the identity of the ghost #you can send me guesses tho #also calling Etho ‘loverboy’ is the funniest thing I’ve done so far

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember Day 8: Addicted

There was a study she had read in college.

(He might have read it too.)

There were 4 groups of rats. Each one would push a lever and get a food reward. Some rats would get rewarded every time they pushed. Some would get rewarded every other time or every three times. For the last group of rats, their reward was completely random- there was no predictable pattern to when a reward might happen.

Then the food stopped. The first group of rats- the ones who usually always got rewarded- were the first to stop pushing the lever and to go about their regular ratty business. Then the second group. Then the third.

The last group, though, never gave up on the possibility of food. They would anxiously push their little levers over and over, fruitlessly waiting on a reward that would never come again.

She had felt sorry for them. Poor, stupid rats. If only they had known the trap they were in- surely then they could find the will to pull themselves free.

How could she have known differently?

"Hi," she typed in her message to him. "I know you said you'd get in touch with me this week. FYI I'm around all day today if you want to talk!"

Hit send.

Paused.

Added a cute seal picture.

Tried no to wait by her computer for a reply.

He had been a dream answered at first. A famous, well regarded hypnotist was somehow interested in her- an anonymous internet fan. She had never expected a response when she had messaged him about his file but- not only had he thoughtfully answered her questions, he had asked her some back. Why was she interested in hypnosis? What got her started? What was she struggling with? What did she want to experience?

A few rounds of messaging back and forth had led to a call. And THAT call had led to her first actual experience being hypnotized-an incredible one. She felt deep and dreamy and oh so submissive. It had been everything she had hoped it would be- and more. She hadn't expected the praise, especially, to flow over her the way it did- how obedient she was, how pretty like this, what a natural subject- but she soaked it in like a flower soaking in sunshine.

It had felt meaningful.

Important.

After that, they were in constant contact. They sent stories back and forth. Fantasies. Dreams. He was the only one she had truly been able to open up to about her hypnofetish and her desires to be controlled. She wanted it so much- that freedom to let go and let herself be molded. Not only did he seem to understand- he encouraged it. "This is clearly who you are," he said. "Submission comes naturally to you- just like domination comes naturally to me. Why should we be ashamed?"

When he offered to make her HIS submissive, she had jumped at the chance. Of course, they would keep things casual, like he said. She knew he had other submissives he cared for and that things between them didn't need to be exclusive for them to be special. She also agreed that, as part of being His, she wouldn't interact with any other hypnotists besides him. But that was OK. She didn't know any other hypnotists. Plus, it was dangerous, he said, to give your mind to too many people- have too many people trying to make changes. Hypnotic suggestions and compulsions could conflict with each other, you see, and that could create all kinds of mental health issues. He didn't want that for her.

She was touched when he looked out for her like this.

And how could she want anyone else, anyway? Day after day they exchanged text messaged. Text trances. Video calls. He hypnotized her over and over- making her more and more his. There wasn't room for anyone else in her deeply programmed psyche. She could feel his thoughts and influence constantly in her head- changing and building her even while she slept. It was like she was a project they were both working on together.

It felt like being owned.

It felt like love.

Then just as surely as the flood started- it stopped.

At first, the lack of communication made sense. He was sick, he said, and couldn't respond easily to messages. He still texted her frequently though- maybe not for trance, exactly, but at least to let her know he was ok. He'd talk about what was going on his life and she'd tell him what was happening in hers. It felt intimate in a different way. She appreciated his thoughtfulness.

Then he was traveling.

Then he needed some alone time.

Of course she was understanding of all of this. What friend wouldn't want their friend to travel? To have time to recover? She would be selfish to demand otherwise- for the sake of a silly kink, no less. She sent messages of support and understanding throughout the day. When he mentioned bad mental health stuff, she offered to help him look up therapists in his area.

No need, he wrote back. I'm just going through some things.

And when he started releasing files again? She was overjoyed! Finally he was back to doing what he loved. Maybe that meant he was getting better?

She was relieved. Despite being a good understanding sub, she had really started to feel anxious without him. Part of their dynamic was that she craved to hear his voice, that she needed to have his conditioning in her head. She felt a bit distressed going without it for so long. His new files, at least, were giving her something to hold onto. They weren't personal to her and their dynamic, of course, but the suggestions and mantras in them gave her some of the hot submissive feelings she had grown to crave.

"Devoted, dominated, and dependent", she repeated with the girls in the recordings. "Devoted, dominated, and dependent".

Over and over.

It felt so good.

She messaged him every time she listened (and she listened quite frequently). She knew he liked begging, so she would beg him sweetly in her messages for a call. She took and sent videos of herself under his spell- eyes rolled back, repeating the mantras over and over. She knew he liked those.

Sometimes, he responded.

Sometimes they even had a video call.

When they did, it was great. She felt like his suggestions were going deeper and deeper into her mind- like she was giving him more and more of herself. Things she never thought she'd accomplish as a subject- amnesia, hallucinations, orgasm on demand- all of these things seemed within her reach. She couldn't wait to see what he could make her into.

"Thank you sir," she said at the end of one of their calls. "Thank you so much. I'm so happy that I have you."

"Good girl," he said, smirking. "What a good devoted, dominated, dependent slut you are for me."

She beamed at the praise.

"Sir," she finally braved to ask. "I know you've been busy lately. I know a lot of the time you just have energy for recordings. But- could you make a recording just for me? So I could listen to it when you're busy? It would really help me when we can't find time to talk."

His face turned serious. He seemed to be seriously contemplating her question, finding the perfect answer.

"No," he said finally. "I'm sorry, pet. It's not that I don't care. I just- don't want you to get addicted."

She understood, of course. He had always been thoughtful about her safety.

So it continued.

Occasionally she would see his interactions on social media with others. (Not that she hunted for those.) (Too much.)

For instance, he seemed quite drawn to a new girl named Hypnohunty lately. They publicly interacted all the time. She felt a pang of jealousy about this- strong jealousy, hot and sharp like a knife- but she also felt embarrassed by it. There really was no room for jealousy in their relationship. After all, she had knowingly agreed to be in a polyamorous relationship with him. And she didn't want to feel badly towards Hypnohunty, who was new and friendly and seemed sweet (whoever she was).

Improving her jealous personality had even been an consented-to part of her submissive conditioning. Her Sir frequently worked with her (when he worked with her) to help her feel more compersion towards his other submissive partners. After all, sharing was caring and there really weren't enough Doms to satisfy all the needy submissive girls out there. There was no place for her kind of insecurity in healthy kink.

She'd just have to be better at getting his attention.

Sometimes one of her messages would break through. He'd send her a smiley or a fire emoji when she described a hot fantasy. They'd go a few weeks in a row without him canceling their weekly call. They'd even do hypnosis sometimes- when he was up for it.

Then, there would be periods of nothing.

Which is what seemed to be happening now.

She still had hope, though. He had said he would contact her this week, so she would give him every opportunity to reconnect. Even if it meant waiting by the computer. She'd give him that chance.

She was loyal, after all.

Like a good submissive should be.

Thanks to @daja-the-hypnokitten for the mantra help.

Tagging @mentat101posts @thekinkycocktailclub @jam-and-stuff

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #loosely autobiographical? #but only loosely #and not really about any particular person- thank god #at least not that I've played with #more exploring how addictive these relationships can feel #and especially submission if you're not careful #or- even- if you're just unlucky #ghosting #or rather- fading #ouch ouch ouch

[mxtantrights]

the shopping incident

this is a snippet from the famous dc! au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don't have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do!

The whole pap thing started happening after there was buzz about the video with you and Jason. You know that Jason said his brother handled it as best he could online but these things have a way of rearing its ugly head anyways.

Which is why you can't leave the thrift store you are in now because there is a small swarm of paparazzi outside waiting and biding their time. They wanna ask you about the video, they wanna ask you about Jason. They wanna take a picture of you when they do so they can say they caught you off guard.

You don't know what else to do besides not leave. Leaving means facing the wrath of camera lenses and mics and hidden mics and raunchy questions and baseball capped people trying to make a living off your privacy.

So, with not know what to do you call the only person you know who can help you. You tap away on your phone until you get to his contact and then you send him a text.

you: tips on how to deal with paps?

Three ellipses show up hurriedly. You're not sure what Jason's up to these days but he's probably busy. It makes you feel guilty for even reaching out to him. You want to unsend the text but you can't, he's already seen it.

Jason: are you okay?

you: yeah yeah, just wondering how I can get from this store to my car without doing anything stupid.

Jason: just don't answer anything. are you alone?

you: yeah I just wanted to look in this store for a moment but I forgot I wasn't exactly a browse-in-the-store normal person.

Jason: happens to the best of us

you: including you?

Jason: well with a face like this I kinda can't forget I'm not normal

you: how do you walk around with a head that large?

You laugh at his joke. And when you pick your head up you are face to face with a man. A regular looking man, about your height. He's got a smile on his face.

"Sorry I'm not here to intrude or anything, I just wanted to know if you are gonna buy something?" he asks.

That's when you look down at his shirt. More specifically the tag on his shirt that reads: Manager and his name underneath the title, Ron.

You take a deep breath, "You know what, I really was looking around and I saw some things that I liked but the group outside is really getting to me."

He nods his head as if he understands. In your mind you think, maybe he does. This is California, he's most likely had this shop for a while now. He has to know what it's like. Yeah.

"Well you're free to wait them out however long you want, I just don't have a back-door option at the moment since construction is happening in the next building over." he explains.

Well, there goes any plan of sneaking out of here. You choke down a sigh and smile anyways.

"Thanks Ron. I think I should shop anyways, why let them get the best of me?" you rhetorically ask.

He gives you a thumbs up and then he's walking away to assist another customer. You look back down at your phone. Its on silent meaning you didn't see all the texts coming through from Jason.

Jason: learned from my father

Jason: you should ask the owner if theres a backdoor.

Jason: I promise it's not a big deal hun

Jason: hey?

Jason: Did something happen??

Jason: Hello??

You are quick to reply back, worried that you made him sick with his own worry.

you: Sorry was talking with the owner. no back door.

Jason: that's okay. do you wanna wait it out?

you: honestly no. I'm hungry and I have food at home waiting for me

Jason: okay pick up the phone

You're confused why he says that. Then that confusion is met with realization when his caller ID pops up on your phone. You hit accept faster than you have before and raise your phone to your ear.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asks.

You snicker, "Oh I'm feeling like I'm in a gilded cage. How's your afternoon?"

"Well I was stuck in a meeting for this role I didn't want so thanks for getting me out of that." he answers.

With the phone tucked into your ear by your shoulder you can look around the store now. Its filled with things that you like. Trinkets that couldn't be explained in your home, shoes that you have no business wearing. Things like that.

"You keep calling me when you're busy and people are gonna think I'm the bad guy." you speak.

On the other end you can hear him laugh. A sound you like to hear, a sound you miss not being on set with him for a while now. That's soon to change with pre-production ending in the coming weeks and filming set to start in a month after if all goes well.

In front of you is an assortment of things. Your hand reaches for a motorcycle helmet first. It's a cherry red color. And it's a bit scraped up but you think that adds to the velour of it all. It's funky looking. You have no use for this other than it would look bad ass in your home.

"Too bad. Anyways, when do you plan on leaving?" he asks.

You pick up the helmet and examine it with both hands now. It's not shiny, but you can see your reflection in it nonetheless. Pretty cool.

"As soon as I finish what I came here to do, which is shop." you answer.

"Do tell, is this the sexy time kind of shopping or is this groceries?"

You laugh and place the helmet back carefully. Your hand reaches for the next thing. A green book that looks worn out a bit but still in good condition. You read the spine and your eyes go wide.

Oh this is gonna be good.

"I'm not buying anything you can think dirty thoughts about you creep. Besides I think groceries can be sexy." you reply.

"Very sexy hun." he retorts.

You grab the book with your hand and walk over to the register. This was it. You needed something to say that you weren't unnerved by the paps outside, that they didn't manage to derail your plans. And you needed also to get the hell out of here.

So you slide the book onto the cashier table.

"Hey are you still free two weeks from now?" you ask.

"Yeah, I thought we had plans." he answers.

"We do, we do. But maybe we just move them to somewhere private." you speak.

"Of course, we can. Your place or mine?" He asks now.

You realize how you might answer in the privacy of your own home is a bit scandalous for the public setting you're in right now. So you erase the joke you have for him in your head and go for something appropriate.

"Mine." you say simply.

You sigh out your wallet from your bag. The cashier prompts you for your card and you give it to them. A quick swipe and then your book is getting wrapped and put into a regular brown back.

"Good. Tell me when you're about to leave." he says.

"I'm checking out at the register now." you answer.

The cashier gives you your card back first. You put it back into your wallet and drop it into your bag. Then you are handed the shopping bag.

"Okay stay on the phone with me when you walk out." Jason says.

You mumble a thank you to the cashier. And then you gussy up the courage to walk out the front door. You opt to hold your phone up to your ear, giving your shoulder a break.

"Walking out now." you say as you push open the glass door.

As soon as the California air hits you, the cameras do too. The questions are shouted. Yelled. Thrown at you. You keep your head down a bit. Where you parked your car is at the forefront of your mind.

So much so that you don't fully register what Jason is saying to you on the other end of the phone. You just hum along until you are finally at your car. Then you unlock your doors, set the bag down in the passenger seat and get inside.

The car door closes and you let out a breath. The paps are still outside but they are immediately less loud. And they can't come in here. Some seem to back off a bit.

"Okay?" you finally hear Jason ask.

"Yeah yeah, I'm in my car now. I'm good." you speak.

"Good. Good. Okay. Do you want me to let you go now?" he asks.

You put your phone on speaker and put it into the cup holder. Silently you let out a ragged breath. It's rough and you sit back into your seat.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine." you answer.

"Text me if you're not. And text me when you get home." Jason says.

"I will. Thanks again Jay."

"No problem. Gotta go."

"Alright, bye."

Your phone buzzes. Call disconnected. Your mind is able to calm down now being in the vehicle of transportation to get you away from the madness. And after hearing Jason-wait a minute.

That's when it hits you. Jason. Jason, on the phone. As you were walking out to your car in the flurry of paps, questions and snapping cameras, he called you something.

He called you baby.

#famous dc!au #dc x reader #dc fic #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd fic #Jason todd imagine #dc imagine

[mania-sama]

Random ask, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....

Thank you so much for sending in an ask! I would love to answer this question! I didn't go through every fandom I've been in, though I went through quite a few!!! Usually, there is only one ship I really love in a fandom that ends up being my favorite, but I like/love plenty of ships and don't limit myself to just one ship. I will say that when it comes to engaging with fandom and fanfiction, I tend to actually prefer platonic relationships, centered on found family and blood-related family than anything else.

Bungou Stray Dogs -> Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi). I think most of this comes from the way they are quite literally yin and yang (my favorite symbol of all time) in almost every aspect. I firmly believe Asagiri is beating us over the head with a mallet saying "Look! Look what I did! Please look!" I'm under no impression that they will be canon, but BEAST gives me the hope that they can at least become friends, and that's testament enough to the development they go through. There is just so much there. I'm not an enemies to lovers person, but for them, I make the exception. There are so many parallels to draw between them, so much to look at and really dig into. I'm not delusional enough to say they wouldn't be toxic (all of the BSD ships except for, like, RanPoe, are toxic let's be real), but I am lenient enough to say that they can be good to each other in fanfics and decent friends in canon. Also, this applies to their BEAST counterparts, too. BEAST makes them better.

Jujutsu Kaisen -> ItaFushi (Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji). There is a sort of trend I have with shipping, I think. I tend to like the second most popular ship, usually the younger generation of the most popular ship, which is arguably a form of torture in and of itself. JJK is not as bad as the BSD fandom is about the popularity difference, but it's still painful. Anyway, I think my love for this ship stems from the fact that Megumi has a big fat crush on Itadori and I will accept, under no circumstances, any other interpretations of his relationship with Itadori. Everything from the SatoSugu parallels (who are one handhold away from being canon let's be real), to their whole shtick being to save each other (physically and mentally), to Megumi literally describing Itadori as his type of person. Gender neutral. Even though it is so incredibly easy to use gendered terms in Japanese as it is in English. I feel like Gege is doing this on purpose because there is just no way he sees this as normal friend stuff. Recent chapters got me in a chokehold. I am SCARED. Besides all this, I think they just work very well together. They are also horribly tragic. Perfect combination.

Genshin Impact -> Xiaother (Aether/Xiao). I debated pretty heavily with myself here on what my true favorite is. I came to this conclusion mainly for one reason: Xiao. I love Aether, but I love Xiao. He is my favorite character, right next to Razor, so obviously he carries this ship. I also think that, of all of the implied relationships Genshin has supplied in plenty, Xiaother has had the most development. Every scene with them is better than the last, and the way that they make each other better is something I adore. And as for the ship being specifically Aether and not Lumine or nonspecific, it's because I chose Aether, so I'm more accustomed to using him as the traveler vessel rather than Lumine, but I'm honestly fine with either.

Identity V -> Elisop (Aesop Carl | Embalmer/Eli Clark | Seer). I haven't played this game in a hot minute for storage and laptop reasons, and I'm also not updated with the lore (nor was I entirely familiar with it from the beginning, outside of the MAIN main lore). But this ship and game were a huge part of my personal development, I think, and I do want to return to playing it in an honest effort eventually (I WANT MY ROBBIE RANK BACK). I think I perceive it differently than other people do, mainly because people oscillate between two sides of the Aesop Carl characterization spectrum. But there is something really fun in the idea that Eli, with his ability to see the future, thinks that he can somehow "fix" Aesop, under the impression that his and Getrude's relationship will never mend. And Aesop, who sees Eli and feels real love for the first time, finds that he doesn't know if he wants to kill and embalm Eli, or if he wants to indulge in this feeling called love. Toxic, probably. Their color schemes also match very well together (which is actually what led me to ship them in the first place, before fandom influence), and they are extremely compatible gameplay-wise.

Haikyuu -> IwaOi (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru). If you told me two or so years ago that this was my favorite Haikyuu ship, I would have LAUGHED IN YOUR FACE. I hated Oikawa and didn't care much about Seijou. But then. But then. I went through a like. Month-long Haikyuu revival not too long ago and only read IwaOi fics because I came to this revelation. Oikawa is really goddamn relatable. I think we are all, in a sense, Oikawa, at one point or another. He is THE teenager. He is someone you can project every single one of your problems onto because his struggles with being untalented and unworthy are interchangeable with pretty much any self-worth conflict: internalized homophobia, eating disorders, socializing, etc. Iwaizumi can also provide these internal debates, but in a context with Oikawa makes it even better. Does Oikawa carry this ship for me? Yes. I don't care what you think I'm not here to defend myself.

Voltron: Legendary Defenders -> Klance (Keith Kogane/Lance McClain). Do NOT talk to me. They have ruined my life in pretty much every aspect. Also an exception to the not shipping thing because they are kinda the whole reason I even watched this show past season... three probably. I don't even wanna talk about them anymore because it'll just upset me. Just know that as far as the Sheith vs Klance debate goes, Sheithers are wrong for that after Keith called Shiro his brother. There. I added my fuel to the ever-burning garbage fire that is Voltron shipping. I may talk about Klance again in the future but for now I wanna leave my thoughts off here.

Merlin BBC -> Merthur (Arthur Pendragon/Merlin). Thank you Merthur fandom for teaching me what a good fic is supposed to taste like. They are kind of the epitome of the ships I tend to gravitate to: TRAGIC. The ending of Merlin is traumatizing and the fact that all of the cast pretty shipped it (as well as you can see the faint mouthing of the words "I love you" in the final death scene) is like. The first true healthy immersion into a ship I've ever had. I never obsessed over them too hard, I think, but Merlin is still my favorite live-action show, and Merthur is always well and true to my heart. They also got me introduced to the master/servant trope in terms of medieval times, and I had a very long affinity for it in fanfiction. I don't like it as much anymore, but I look upon that time with happiness rather than the usual slight embarrassment.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power -> Catradora (Adora/Catra). I also make an exception for enemies to lovers for them because they even added that extra-friendly step of friends to enemies to lovers. Genuinely, no show surprised me as much as She-Ra did. Shout out She-Ra for giving me the worst envy I've ever felt in my life. I want to rock a suit as well as Catra did in that one scene. Anyway, I loved their development. I know some people criticize it for being rushed towards the end, but I like the way they were able to forgive Catra so easily. They understood what it meant to be used and manipulated, what it meant to be unable to fight against oppressive forces. People are mad at compassion, even though that's the literal whole point of She-Ra. Whatever. They could never make me hate you Catradora.

Percy Jackson (all book series) -> Percabeth (Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson). The blueprint. That's it. That's all you gotta know. I don't read fics about them because there is nothing to improve upon. One of the best written series and best written romances of all time. It was basically everything Avatar: The Last Airbender failed to do with Kataang (sorry for ragging on them for a second but that's the only thing I didn't like about ATLA; the romances) failed to accomplish, with all the same in-depth and wonderful characters. Like, they are everything I aspire to have in a relationship. The way they are simply meant for each other and aren't rushed, but are always implied to have that cutesy young crushes until they finally got together. I love them. Ugh. Uncle Rick you win again.

Anyway, these were some of my favorite ships of all time!! Sorry, I blabbered a lot. Probably listed more ships than you meant to but I take whatever opportunity I can to talk about things I enjoy IN DEPTH. There were also a lot of M/M romances, which, I swear to God, just happened out that way. I love plenty of F/F and F/M relationships, they just rarely end up as my top favorite. DO NOT accuse me of anything because I WILL NOT hear it.

#anon ask #ships #favorite ships #they are still so many ships i like that i didn't put here #not necessary i guess because they aren't my “favorite” #sigh #bsd #bungou stray dogs #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #percy jackon and the olympians #she ra #voltron #vld #merlin #genshin impact #identity v #haikyuu #hq #shin soukoku #itafushi #elisop #iwaoi #xiaother #klance #merthur #catradora #percabeth

[whumpinggrounds]

Hello, my name is Alexandria or Dria for short. Your post about writing characters who use wheelchairs was really helpful my friend and I are creating a comic and one of our main characters is an immortal character who was a hero before a spinal injury (c5 vertebrae) and became paralyzed from the neck down and left the hero-ing world. A group of rookie heroes goes to him for help when the same villain who injured him resurfaces years later. He ends up agreeing to tell them everything he knows and helping them as much as he can and it's a found family thing. If you know anyone else who would have good advice it would be great if I could reach out. Do you have any more tips? It's a comic so if you have anything that you think I should include that would be really appreciated. Thank you and I look forward to hearing back from you.

Hi Dria! Thanks for stopping by. Your comic sounds really cool, and I hope you and your friend have fun writing it!

Without knowing more about your story, I don't have a lot of specific tips besides what you've likely already read in the post - make sure the wheelchair you're drawing is appropriate for your character's needs and abilities is the main one that comes to mind. Not to self-promote, but you may also want to look at my post about overused disability tropes.

In terms of more general themes - reading your synopsis, I'm wondering why the hero leaves following his injury. Is it because he doesn't feel he can succeed as a hero anymore, and if so, why not? Is that reinforced by the story? By those around him? If it's for other personal reasons, how does that interact with his disability and the way his life has changed? How has he adapted to his disability in the time since his injury?

I don't want to tell you what to write or what not to write - I have no authority to do that, and I wouldn't do it if I did! What you've written here makes me wonder if the storyline is that he gets injured, is no longer able to be a hero, and then when a group of (I'm assuming nondisabled, but I could be wrong) young heroes shows up, he acts as a mentor because he can't contribute in other ways. In this case, I would say to maybe try to subvert the narrative of tragic disability that derails a life. It's not necessarily inaccurate, but it's also so, so important to recognize and celebrate disabled joy, disabled success, and disabled people with a quality of life and life enjoyment that is just as high as before they were disabled.

As for resources - @cripplecharacters is a great resource for writing disabled characters! The extensive and experienced team of mods answers specific questions, and the blog posts writing disability resources from other blogs on Tumblr as well. Make sure you read the FAQ before sending an ask - they want specific questions, not really a "how to write x" vibe.

The last thing I'll say is I highly recommend searching "writing disabled characters" "disability writing resources" "writing wheelchair users" and key terms like that. I do not recommend just using the tags "wheelchair user" or "actually disabled" or anything like that. Please do not use people's actual life experiences as writing advice if they have not explicitly offered that. Do not ask disabled people for writing advice if they have not explicitly offered to give people writing advice.

The above is not specifically directed at you - I've seen some posts lately from people that are really frustrated with their vent/personal posts being used as writing references, and I wanted to mention how inappropriate that is in case people hadn't heard or thought about it. Anyway - that's all I can think of! If you have any more questions, feel free to come back, and good luck with your comic! Happy writing (and drawing)!

#disability asks #writing wheelchair users #writing disabled characters

[archduke-enver-gortash]

Ok, I tried to restrain myself because these were all really good questions, but feel free to ignore some if I asked too many:

Shana 💋🍊🍇🌸

Oleander ❌💿🔮💗

Ven 🌹💙 🍆 ����

WAAA SO MANY!! AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING SHANA ONES!! it’s never too many btw :) you could ask for the entire list and i’d try to answer all of them, might just take me literal hours lol.

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

the basic thing you have to understand with shana is this: he puts on facade after facade after facade. he knows exactly how much affection different people tolerate or want or what type they prefer. if there’s someone he wants to be liked by, he’s going to treat them exactly how they want it. shana is my most people-understanding character, ollie comes right after.

but. ok. another character of mine who doesn’t have any friends. but while ven has like. 1 or 2 people she genuinely cares about, shana doesn’t consider anyone a genuine friend. the closest thing he has to that are like. business partners. colleagues.

he has no family (anymore) besides an older sister, and their relationship is absolutely terrible. this post is going to be long as hell and it doesn’t really relate to the actual question, so i’m not going to elaborate on that here. i can make a seperate post and tag you if you want to tho. anyways. if he ever hugs her, it’s only because she despises it. any compliments are thinly veiled insults or even threats.

he has no romantic partners either. well, no partners HE loves. they love him. if he has a partner, it’s because it’s beneficial for one of his many schemes. and how does he treat them? i’m just gonna refer to the first thing i wrote here. if they’re not useful to him anymore, he usually drops them immediately. normally he’s even pretty amicable during the breakup, if they don’t cry after/annoy him too much. to 95% of sexual partners the same things can be applied; shana is demisexual and only actually attracted to a tiny number of people.

🍊What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

shana is one of those super healthy people. like if he’s at a company dinner or a similar situation he’ll eat whatever to fit in, but he genuinely only picks out stuff that is healthy in private. while he’s a doctor, i don’t think it’s because of that. he’s just someone who would be absolutely strict on himself like that. he doesn’t drink any alcohol though, even in the company dinner situation. obviously because 1) it’s bad for you and 2) he’s terribly afraid of losing control of himself should he get too drunk. (if anyone comments on why he is fat when he eats so healthy i’m going to shoot block you :])

🍇 Day or night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?

he doesn’t care too much about the time of day honestly, what’s most convenient to him differs from situation to situation.

shana is someone who obsessively checks the weather forecast every day and especially before important events. i think he’d prefer sun purely because rain has the chance to surprise him and ruin his plans for the day.

he definitely prefers summer, because there’s just a lot more shit to do and people around. being around people is one of the things most important to shana; he’s straight up terrified of being all alone.

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

his voice is probably very deep because. most tall people have a deep voice and shana is like 10 ft tall lol. but again. so many facades. the different tones his voice can have is honestly insane. his laugh when he pretends to be someone he’s not might sound light and charming and friendly, but when his masks are down it turns into a cruel, sadistic and mocking sneer. and he’s uhm. not good at singing. but it’s not like anyone no one would ever know because if someone knows that he’s terrible at something, doesn’t matter how minor it is, he gets PISSED.

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there any history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

ollie is very forgiving and understanding to the people he loves, there’s not much someone can do that makes them stop being loved by him. even if they leave him for multiple years like a certain someone :) even when his daughter sennah became a paladin of sarenrae, killed several of her siblings and is now trying to kill him.

💿 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

like i said, oleander understands people real good, therefore he sees through almost any lies (he always suspected cami was lying about the amulet, he just waited for her to want to talk to him about it) and he is usually the one doing the manipulating, or the corrupting, if you want to describe it more accurately for ollie. if you know that he likes you, you can very much trust him with anything, but it’s very dangerous to do so in any other case lmao.

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

cloud watching, i don’t know why honestly he just strikes me as a cloud watcher lol

i think he doesn’t have a preference when it comes to hand-holding or snuggling, he’d just do whatever camellia wants at the moment. he’s just happy to be there

early mornings, he is a massive morning person and always gets up when it’s still dark

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends/lover(s)/people they know think is their best feature and why?

i think he’d say it’s his tenacity and devotion to everything he does, but i think the majority of people think it’s his kindness. i’d say camellia specifically loves how he is able understand her completely.

🌹Answered!

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

when ven was a teen, she wanted to be something like a circus performer or theater actress. she kind of fulfilled that dream, she just did it on the streets all alone for pennies lol. she never was too good at it and didn’t really care that it didn’t actually happen.

🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?

she mixes all of these ingredients together >:) (and then vomits everything out. still worth it to her lol)

🌺 Answered!

#thanks for the ask! #oc: shana #oc: oleander #oc: ven #turbulentpumpkin43 #thanks again for asking about shana teehee

[oldestenemy]

through another lens ch. 10 - an offer of aid

Read the whole fic here <3

“Did you know?” Michael asks as they make their way back down rickety steps into the cave, hoping Marko will continue the streak of actually answering his questions. “That first night—when I drank—was that because of Max?”

Marko looks back over his shoulder, no trace of the usual lightness to his expression. “No.” It’s surprisingly straightforward, “We knew by the bridge, a couple nights later, but you were still meant for Star.”

Meant for—

“She was supposed to kill me.” Michael doesn’t phrase it like a question, though it almost comes out that way. “The night I came back.”

“Yeah, you were the first person she’d taken half an interest in since joining us—and she’s been getting pretty weak the last month or so—David was getting impatient, plus he thought Max’s plan was stupid—and none of us were keen on watching her starve to death. Two birds one stone.”

Michael wonders briefly how long that starvation would take. How much worse Star must feel than he had. How long had she been with the lost boys? Very suddenly he feels like a coward for having given in so easily.

It must be obvious where his mind has gone, because Marko adds: “Don’t beat yourself up about any of it, Star’s got more guts and resolve than all of us combined—and she’s near as stubborn as David. It’s why they get at each others throats so often.”

They’ve returned to a visibly empty hotel lobby. Star and Laddie must be around somewhere—but it sure seems like nobody else is. Marko climbs up into the rafters in a corner where his pigeons—his pigeons? are they his? are pigeons domesticated?—seem to nest.

“Where is David, anyway?” He hadn’t said anything to indicate he was leaving. Though… to be fair it’s possible he needed to hunt after—well, it doesn’t matter. That was probably it.

“Went to see Max, half to suck up and apologize for your attitude earlier, and half to see what the plan is going to be for your mom and brother.” Marko replies, “Max might be willing to tell him now that you’re officially part of the family—” There is a note of obvious disdain in his voice, “—and it would give an idea of how much time we have.”

“Not a lot.” Michael mumbles, “My brother and a couple of his friends have some crackpot idea of going after him in daylight.”

There is a sudden flurry of movement as Marko sends a pigeon out of his hands and drops back to the main level. “They what!”

“I tried to talk him out of it all night—best promise I got was a couple of days.”

~*~

“Star?”

Michael’s found her alone in one of the side rooms, thumbing through what appears to be a journal or a dairy given the handwritten contents. It looks like she’s been crying—shit he isn’t, entirely in a headspace to deal with that. But he made the choice to go looking.

She looks up at him and it’s a little startling to see how much anger there is behind those eyes. “I was hoping you would help us—free us—not fall right in with David and the others.”

Michael can’t help it, he barks out a laugh. “And your bright idea to do that was to fuck me instead of answering any of my questions?”

“And what was I supposed to say!” Star snaps back, “Michael—it was blood and you didn’t listen, Michael I’m supposed to kill you, Michael you’ve got to get out of here and take us as far away as you can! I barely knew anything about how this all worked until last night.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Thick.

He sighs, takes a seat on the sinking mattress beside her.

“Marko told me you’ve been with them a long time.” He says, it’s soft, not entirely question, not statement either.

“Six months.” She replies, snapping the book shut in her lap. “Six months and all it took you was a week and a beach party and—”

“—don’t blame this on me.” Michael says, “Don’t act like I’m the only one at fault here—I didn’t ask for this either—shit Star this might end up getting my family killed—what am I supposed to do about that, huh?”

She just glares at him, even, steady, pissed.

“Besides, we kill Max, you get to be human again.”

“Yeah,” She huffs, “human and dying, great.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Forget it.”

“Star, just—if you want help you have to actually trust people—” These words are almost empty coming from him, he thinks, but there’s nothing else he’s got. He wants to help her, wants to feel like some of this could be alright, could make sense—

But she is getting up to leave and he catches her by the wrist.

“I want to help you,” An echo and a reverse of the words she’d said to him only a few nights ago.

“You can’t.” It’s almost a growl for how she spits it. Christ he’s made a mess of this.

It’s not his fault, he reminds himself. Not all of it anyways…

“I can,” Michael insists, digging his free hand into a pocket and drawing out a knife. “Look—I wouldn’t have done this—wouldn’t have gone through with any of it if I had known—but I did, and that’s something I have to deal with now, but—” she is staring wide eyed now, anger gone and eyes locked on the knife, still folded up in his palm. “—blood will help you, I don’t, I don’t know how this shit works but it’s probably still mostly human in me anyways—” He is rambling, this happens every goddamn time he tries to talk to her or David for more than a few minutes. It doesn’t help that he barely understands half the shit he’s trying to say.

But maybe that’s alright.

Maybe this will be enough.

#the lost boys #the lost boys fanfic #tlb fanfic #tlb 1987 #lost boys fanfiction #lost boys fandom #hello and welcome back to michael emerson wishing vampirism DID in fact come with a class on speaking in riddles #i have a writeblr for this but shh #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys fanfic #piles of vampire bs

[borhapparker]

ambs' sleepover sunday/monday!

good afternoon! been a while since i've written or done any sleepovers so we shall start today again! i got a ps4 yesterday for free from a family friend so i spent my day updating the sytem and adding my games into it so i can play with friends and my brother (:

anyway enough about that! we shall do a sleepover sunday tonight as I will not be sleeping until 1am lololol

ships: send in a description of yourself and i'll ship you with a character (within anyone i write for! tom/marvel/supernatural/etc)

character playlist: send a character and i'll make a playlist for them!

song recommendations: send me a description of yourself and i'll give you a song that reminds me of you

movie reviews: send me a movie and if i have seen it i will give my honest review of it

fic recs: tell me what fandom/character you want me to send you a recommendation for!

free compliments: send me your work (fics/moodboards/playlists) and i'll compliment it

question: ask me anything and i'll give you the honest answer

advice: ask me anything and i'll try to help!

rant/vent: let it out if you need to!

get to know me: send me a prompt from this list!

blurbs: send me a prompt and i'll write a blurb for it!

blurbs: (anger/argument)

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"you think it's okay to speak to me like that?"

"i'm actually sick of you and your god awful attitude?"

"get the hell out of my house!! i can't even look at you right now!"

"this will be your only warning, get away from me."

"you better get the fuck out of my face."

"you're really trying to paint me as the bad guy? all this is your fault!"

"it's not my fault you're so selfish!"

"put your hand on me again and i promise you that i'll break it."

"you're such an asshole, i don't even know why i like you."

"why do you make loving you so damn hard?"

"i don't remember asking for your opinion?"

"you wanna fucking go?"

"sometimes, i wish you'd walk out that door and never come back."

"wow, i can't believe you'd ever say that to me."

(angst)

"i wish we didn't have to leave this behind."

"no, don't say that, we can get through this."

"i have a really bad feeling about this."

"do you think this is it? the end?"

"why do you even wanna talk to me? i just broke your brother's nose."

"i'm not saying i don' trust you, but i don't trust you."

"do you even love me anymore?"

"if you're here to tell me what happened after i left last night, don't bother. someone beat you to it."

"you really think i have a choice?"

"i honestly thought you were different, apparently not."

"are you here to rip my heart out again?"

"shoot me, it would honestly hurt less."

"do it, just take a chance on me. i don't want you to spend your life thinking about what could have been."

"don't make this any harder than it already is, i'm begging you."

"i'm not giving up on you, i'm not giving up on us."

(comfort/hurt)

"just go back to sleep, i promise to be here when you wake up."

"if you're hurt you can tell me, i don't mind carrying you, honest."

"will you listen to me? i don't care where you are, what time it is or what happened. if you need me, i'll be there."

"don't look at them, look at me. you're okay, stay in this moment, with me."

"go to sleep, you're gonna be better in no time."

"i said no! you're hurt, just for ONCE do what i ask."

"you don't need to be the strong one all the time. besides, even if you're not strong at that particular moment, it doesn't mean you're weak."

"nobody will take you away from me again, i promise."

"i hate knowing you're hurt and there's nothing i can do."

"you're telling me to calm down? you're the one who's been shot!"

"please just talk to me, i know it's hard but i need to know you're going to be okay."

"this is going to sting a little, ready?"

"please, just let me help you."

"i wouldn't have offered to help if i didn't mean it."

"you're hurt, not dying, come on now."

(funny)

"what's the point in having powers if you don't get to have fun?"

"when this goes wrong, like i said it will, don't you come crying to me."

"i swear you two have a collective of a singular brain cell, you both have half each."

"are you dumb?"

"what the hell is going on- actually, you know what? forget i even asked, weirdos."

"when have i ever been wrong?"

"shut up, that was literally ONE time!"

"i'm honestly surprised you haven't been arrested yet... in fact, i take that back, no i'm not."

"please don't tell my mom, she will throw a shoe."

"your logic gives me a headache."

"you're honestly about as funny as that tree."

(fluff)

"how about we just spend the day in bed?"

"you look adorable in my shirt."

"have i told you that i love you today? yes? well, i'm just gonna tell you again."

"how come you always seem to end up in my bed?"

"it's been exactly 10 minutes since you woke up, so why have i not had my good morning kiss yet?"

"you're cute when you blush."

"your voice is the best thing for me to hear, even if it is far away."

"can i have a cuddle?"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

"look at me, sweetheart!"

"wait there just a second, did you just kiss me?"

"falling in love wasn't exactly on the list of things i wanted to happenin in my life, but i'm glad that i did."

"you're my person."

"can i wear your sweater/hoodie? it smells like you, i can't promise to give it back though."

"i thought you always knew you were my favorite?"

specific moment prompts:

child's first words

child's first time walking

first family christmas

high school graduation

birth of a sibling

new parental figure comes into the family

getting suspended together from school

ditching school together with friend/significant other/sibling

unexpected pregnancy / either young or older

family vacation

parent's wedding

family reunion

high school reunion

#ambs talks #ambs writing #tshwritersnet #prompts #tom holland #marvel #supernatural #peter parker #sam winchester #spider-man #bohemian rhapsody #sebastian stan #andrew garfield #tobey macguire #lucas till #ben hardy #gwilym lee #harry holland #harrison osterfield #warren worthington iii #roger taylor #brian may #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid #bucky barnes #winter soldier #jared padelecki #promtps #fics #tom holland x reader

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

i have found your star was/dbh au and im very interested but i dont have the energy to read all about it right now pls can i hear a summary of what you have on it so far? honestly make it as short or as long as you want and put in whatever info i'd just like to hear what's in in thank you in advance if you decide to do so it's ok if not :D

of course id like to chat about this with you! And yeah there is a lot i know. I will do my best to keep it as concise and short as possible, but no promises ;), i tend to get carried away.

okay so in short: Connor, Nines, and Sixty were experimental clones during the end of the Clone Wars and then Order 66 happened and they got separated and lost. Each of them assuming the others to be dead, that is until they find each other years later.

The part that made their batch experimental was because the man who commissioned them, Elijah Kamski, wanted to see if it was possible to create an artificial Force-Sensitive. The experiment was cut short however because of the rise of the Empire and Kamski assumed that all evidence of his experiment was lost when the main cities of Kamino were destroyed.

but nah.

Hank Anderson is an old Jedi General from the former-Grand Republic Army and lost everything when Order 66 was executed. He lost his Padawan when the clone troops he fought beside for years turned on them without reason, and has spent the last seven years bitter over it and encompassed by his grief. That is until he meets some idiot Force-Sensitive kid in a bar, and what's Hank supposed to do? They've lost enough of their own as it is and the galaxy is so dim now because of it. Why not try to save at least one. It's what Cole would've wanted anyway.

Nines was caught during the Order and was turned over to be Force-Sensitive by the person who was put in charge of overseeing their batch development, Amanda Stern. He is quickly inducted into the Inquisitorius Program where he spends the next seven years walking the fine line of being just loyal enough to the Empire to get by but also planning on escaping when the opportunity presents itself. One day he is assigned the mission of hunting down an old Jedi general and his Padawan who the Empire had thought had been killed but apparently not. It's a surprise to say the least when he comes across someone he long thought to be dead.

this is essentially the main plot i have, but i did post other ideas for it as well and talk some more about Gavin and Tina and Markus's place in the au. And at some point i will link all of the asks that the wonderful @austinsdead has sent me together. They've asked great questions and have really got me to think more about the world-building for this au! And feel free to send any other questions you have about it! I'd be happy to answer them!

here's part 1 for the art and you can also find more content by looking up 'star wars dbh au' in my blog!

#dbh #star wars dbh au #thanks for the ask bud!! #i tried keeping it short but as always i got carried away #hope this explains some of it!!

[kazuichikazuichi]

Sonia for ask?

SONIA MY BABYGIRL!!!!! oh my goodness i am in love with her <3 one of my favourite girls of the whole danganronpa series, what a sweetheart!! answering all of my opinions on her was so fun i loved it

favourite thing about them: i love how strong she is, like, how much she can stand up for herself!! she is confident and wonderful and strong, and her design is very polished in my opinion, her dress suits her so well and i love the colours (and also she is very pretty) (i would like to kiss her) (she is also very beautiful) (did i mention how pretty she is)

least favourite thing about them: hmmm, to be honest, in general i don't like when characters exist as a big reference to something else. if you didn't know, sonia is based on the band nirvana: novoselic is the surname of someone in the band, nevermind is one of their albums, and in utero (written on her uniform) is another album. i love sonia so much, and it's just a shame she's based on something i have no interest in, yknow? however i love to ignore all of that lol because nevermind and novoselic are pretty and european sounding anyway so they fit her nicely, so it's not a big deal. just wish the words had been come up with a different way really. but YEAH i love her design regardless :) my silly little gal

favourite line: i am not some woman with flexible legs!! that makes me giggle a lot :) in general i love her weird little semi broken english phrases and slang, she's so silly

brotp: i like her being friends with fuyuhiko!! my silly lil blondes :) also like her with all of the girls except hiyoko to be honest (she can get in the trash)

otp: bit of a rare pair from what ive seen buuut soniaki!!! her and chiaki are so cute together :) so sweet and fluffy, i love imagining/writing/drawing them! also it works really well with soudam in my opinion so that's a plus :)

notp: i know it's a very popular one, but i cannot stand sondham :( i get why other people like it though, so no judgement or hate at all if you like them!! i just very strongly see her and gundham as best best best friends, and it makes me feel gross to think of them romantically together. they are both just so gay to me!!!! the gayest bffs of all time. and i love imagining them help each other out with their individual relationship issues and crushes :)

random headcanon: she is a hopeless romantic, she loves to talk about crushes, and valentine's day is definitely her favourite holiday! she wants her and her friends to all have wonderful happy fairy tale endings

unpopular opinion: i've seen people say she was useless in the games before and that the plot would be basically the same if she wasn't there, but that's not true in my opinion! she saw hiyoko in ch3, her and gundham at the end of ch4 is impactful, and in ch5 she's suspicious when she's looking through the military stuff etc and if i remember correctly she tries to take the blame off of chiaki in the trial, right? and probably other stuff im too empty-brained to remember right now lol. and besides, her interactions with kaz and gundham add comic relief so! :) she is very important to me and the game would not be the same without her

a song i associate with them: this question is so hard omg, but im doing my best. here's a song that makes me think of sonia and chiaki together! just a generic love song really, nothing specific to them but it makes me think of them <3

favourite picture of them: she's so PRETTY i could literally say any oh my goodness. for sprites i'll say the one where she's holding her bicep like💪 lol then for pictures i'll say these :)

also love the one of her on the ch4 roller coaster though and as with kaz, i like all of those anime screenshot things like the picnic and there's one of her, kaz and gundham by the fountain under a rainbow, etc

thank you for asking about her!!! <3<3 and if anyone else would like to send in another character then please feel free!! this is fun :)

#sonia nevermind #danganronpa #ask game #ask meme

[seasideselfships]

Howdy Maverick! I read your Carrd and it seems we've got a lot of things in common like a love for space (and maybe the ocean??? I love your url name and also your names!!) and a couple of f/os who share the same media, so please know I'd be so thrilled to have you in my Ask box and talk about them if you'd like!

Some I noticed were your T//V//D f/os and Avengers f/os-- it makes me so happy to know you also do domestic ave.ngers please I'd love our s/is to be friends (maybe Max is able to learn some things from Xiomara and also vice versa? Whiplash went to Xavier's since she's a mutant--- did Syntax? Maybe they met there and could be assigned together? Idk but it's all fun to me!) for both media tell me all about yours anytime ;----;

Anyway, I wanted to also send these asks for different f/os and invite you to gush or talk about any of them in my Ask box too! (Also i love the different FOB lyrics i found looking through your Carrd, they're my favorite band!!!)

👍The Good Part👍 ~ What moment made you realize that you had to be with your F/O? For the Lo.st Bo.ys! (Love that your s/i is from key west btw I LOVE key west it's the only good place in Florida besides the space Center/LH)

🌃Chelsea Streets🌃 ~ If you could go anywhere, where would you and your F/O wanna vacation at? How would it go? With the Johnathan & the rest of the Byers fam + Hopper? Like a big family trip?

🎶Overture🎶 ~ Tell us a few of your favorite/most important memories involving your F/O! With Stefan?

Moxie @tex-treasures

Again, my ask box is always open so please feel free to stop on by anytime!✨💜

Howdy Moxie!! You guess correctly, I do have an odd fascination with the ocean, hence the 'seasideselfships' user!! Great observation!  Domestic av.engers is 10/10 my comfort ship, to go back to when I need Soft Vibes. It's so fun to be a big ol found family!! As far as s/is, I would love for them to be friends, please-

Max and Xiomara would be such fun friends! I read a little of your s/i write-up, and I feel they'd get along swimmingly! They'd definitely have a bit to learn from each other, and I think they'd have fun teaching each other, maybe over tea!  And as far as Syntax, I play fast and loose with her story, so it wouldn't be much to move her to Xavier's!! She's been my ma.rvel and all related stuff s/i for ages and I kind of edit her backstory to fit her where I fit her. Would be very fitting though to add Xavier's to her timeline since I went back + rewatched the first couple movies + got Major Sibling Vibes from Charles - And yes FOB!!! There's mainly fob, a few p! ones and one or two mcr ones, bc I haven't grown out of my emo phase and I still love all that music, but I vibe super heavy with FOB so they got the honor of being most of my tags-

Now that I have successfully rambled a mile of stuff, on to answer questions! 👍The Good Part👍 ~ What moment made you realize that you had to be with your F/O?  For the Lo.st Bo.ys!  - I think the defining moment would be one night on the boardwalk, the boys stood up for Marina. As someone who had to hide what she was from her friends on shore in Key West, she was always afraid that revealing who she was would scare people away. And even knowing the boys weren't human, she was still wary. You never know how people will react. But one night she was alone before they got to the boardwalk, and they found her getting harassed by some ner-do-wells and scared them off. That was proof to Marina that they cared. 

🌃Chelsea Streets🌃 ~ If you could go anywhere, where would you and your F/O wanna vacation at? How would it go? With the Johnathan & the rest of the Byers fam + Hopper? Like a big family trip? Byers Hopper clan road trip? Oh boy. We'd probably embark on a massive camping trip, I wanna say north Michigan. Considering I'm familiar, it'd be super fun. Platte River Campground. I've got no clue if it was around in the 80s, but that's a great place for the fam to camp + see all the sights north Michigan has to offer, like porcupine mountain, the lake in the sky, and of course the bridge. 

🎶Overture🎶 ~ Tell us a few of your favorite/most important memories involving your F/O! With Stefan? OH boy... Even if it had alterior motives, the Mi.kaelson Ball! It was so fun. Getting dressed up, fancy party style. Dancing with Stefan, swoon.  A funnier memory is Stefan giving her the "I'm a vampire" speech and Max laughing and telling him she had a feeling, which leads to a conversation about her abilities. 

@tex-treasures thanks for the ask!!!!

#stocking the shelves #tex-treasures #♡ || check into the hotel bella muerte #s/i || marina #♡ || all was golden in the sky #♞ || a wise man once said #♞ || mother of the year #♞ || father of the year #s/i || margaret #♡ || falling apart to half time #s/i || maxine

[inun4ki]

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✾ Mun

hello.!! call me taro. my pronouns are they/them, and i am 21+. i've been roleplaying off and on for many years. my waking life is busy, so i won't always be here. i have 5 pets (no cat-dog fights in this house) and a big family. i prefer writing original characters to canon characters. i live in ye olde us of a. there are two things in this world i can't live without: green tea, hot cheetos, and emotionally wrecked men. oh, and i'm nerdy as hell. if you have any questions or just wanna chat/plot, i'm always open.!!

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Content.

i don’t shy away from disturbing/gory/traumatic topics. i don’t see it as a moral failure to write it. however, i won’t write: minor/adult, graphic noncon, and incest outside of backstories and such. 

all triggering content will be tagged as ’____ /’, and erotic content will be tagged as ‘nsft /’. 

needless to say, this is a 18+ only blog. i will not interact with anyone under the age of 18, 21+ preferably.

the themes i will explore on this blog include suicidal ideation, murder, mass murder, multiple forms of abuse, mental health, personal growth, sacrifice, guilt, death, loss, toxic relationships, and more.

Posting.

all interactions are mutuals only.

i will take my time for serious threads. it may take me a few weeks from time to time to reply to a thread or answer an ask. 

i tend towards multi-para, but will do one-liners or simpler, shorter threads. 

i regularly delete my OOC posts. 

i tend toward inbox memes, so you may see more of those than other things. it's really just because i like to write drabbles most of the time.

Communication.

i’m just a little bit on the awkward & shy side and may have a hard time reaching out for plotting. what i do to mitigate this is generally interact with posts and send in icebreaker asks.

i’ll also reblog plenty of memes, post starter & inbox calls, and my interest check so that there’re always opportunities to get things going.

i love love love to talk about mashing our muses together, so even though it can be hard for me at first, i’m always down to chat

if there's an occasion i don't respond to a message, it's usually because i've fallen asleep, got hella distracted, forgot, am hyperfocused on replies, having health problems, etc. it's never deliberate. please feel free to nudge me.

Shipping. 

i love to ship, honestly. i am always down. if you think our muses would mesh well, by all means - please come yell at me! i probably ship it already anyway.

communication but mostly chemistry are needed for romantic shipping, as kaede is a bit of a pain when it comes to this - he’s only easy sometimes, and really the only way for him to 'love' your muse would be if they're just as obsessed with him as he is them.

there are a couple of things i do not consider shipping right off the bat. flirting isn't shipping. hell, i don't even think our muses boning a couple times is shipping. i don't consider it a ship unless we talk about it, basically.

toxic ships are super welcome! 

i do not ship minor/adult, except platonically as mentor-student or family.

every ship is in its own universe, disconnected from all others, and i do not treat any one ship as more important than another.

Verses. 

this blog is multiverse (working on the page), though jujutsu kaisen will be the primary.

i’m happily oc, crossover, au, and canon friendly, so if you want to do things in a different verse, i’ll make one if i don’t have one already! 

Godmodding. 

so long as we talk about it before hand or it advances the thread, i don’t particularly care about godmodding or powerplaying. it just has to make sense for our plot.  

kaede is strong, but there are others who are stronger - and crueler - and i won’t ignore that if the power scale is such. your muse can overpower mine? dope, they should, actually! besides, he’s a dex build. he’ll put up a good fight, but he’ll probably lose.

Drama/News/Triggers.

i block tags/posts.

if there’s something i don’t want to see, i will simply not see it, no matter what it is, be it the news, internet beef, or things that make me feel like ass for one reason or another. i don’t engage with any of that stuff; i have a personal blog for that sorta thing.

also, i do not have any written triggers & no tumblr post is going to send me down a spiral. i’ve been through a lot, but i’m a ‘power through it’ type, so even if i do see something, it’s ultimately whatever.

Kaede.

this is a small disclaimer.

i’m not caught up to the manga by any means, so there may be some things i don’t know or will get wrong - please let me know if something doesn’t gel quite right. 

please note that i put him together carefully so he wouldn’t interfere much with jjk’s main plot, though i’d be happy to plot something out. 

as kaede will ever be a work in progress, his about page is subject to change. all abilities and techniques are accumulative and an attempt at originality

i will apologize in advance for kaede being a complete brat at times, as he is a bit emotionally stunted and struggles particularly hard with forming solid relationships, be they platonic or otherwise. there's a lot of fear there for him.

Inunaki.

you’ll see mentioned in a few places something called ‘the inunaki incident’. it’s about the mid-point of kaede’s personal storyline, and is a hefty bit of mixed character development i’m saving for a later date - fair warning: i’m a big fan of tragedies. i do have a posted timeline for his life (mostly just summaries), and i will be going over parts of it in the future. ultimately, the plan is to answer the questions: do i have the strength to keep going anyway? is my sacrifice worth the consequence? was this unavoidable, or could i have done something to change it? how much guilt and responsibility can one person assume before it utterly destroys them? i have fun seeing how many different ways i can answer them. 

Credits.

i like to draw, sometimes a lot - but i am notoriously horrendous with most poses, so i end up using/relying on references - which i very ardently do not claim as my own. some poses i reference belong to kate-fox on dA, however i also use personal photographic references (pictures i’ve taken myself), anime/video game screenshots, and, on occasion, porn, as i cannot draw the human body or faces from memory (combined visual processing + memory issue). where i can afford it, however, i do commission artists instead - in fact, i much prefer it. all graphics were arranged by myself; likewise, kaede’s faceclaim belongs strictly to mangaka yanase seno. i also have commissioned art of him done by @okaerin, which serves as my current dash icon! icon borders by @paletterph

#please let me know if you have any questions!

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Hold Out Your Hand And I'll Reach For You Too

Chapter Five • The Prince

Word Count: 1,846

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The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

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In one way, Roman didn't really know the stranger very well that he'd met in the garden four months ago (and six days, but who's counting), but in another way he'd never gotten to know and feel comfortable around someone this quickly before. And other than his brother, he wasn't this close to anyone at all.

Their few hour talks they had pretty much every day were the highlights of his week and had been so the moment he had said that Roman could come back and visit him again so long as G never knew.

Chrysanthemum was nothing short of amazing, not only was he interesting and pretty, but he was a superb conversationalist and wonderful at just listening to what Roman had to say. And while there was a lot he didn't know, not having much of a formal education, he was intelligent, and somehow, despite all he'd been through, was kind.

Yesterday he'd had an unavoidable meeting pop up and wouldn't be able to make it to his usual visit with Chrysanthemum. So he'd had to make do with just sending him a letter. It was nice to be able to write to him, but it just wasn't the same as their visits.

He couldn't help it, he missed Chrysanthemum.

He just needed to finish up this contract for one of the farmers in his principality, and then he could go see Chrysanthemum again.

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Roman's visit was going well, Chrysanthemum and Roman had discussed music, and were now just asking each other questions.

And Chrysanthemum seemed to have a question, so Roman asked, "What's your question?"

"Oh, well, I was just wondering, do you have anyone other than your brother?"

"Ah, well, not really. Er, not since our parents passed away. They might not have been my biological parents, but that never mattered to any of us."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't've— I just shouldn't have asked."

"No! Ask me whatever you like, if it was a big deal I can just say I don't want to answer."

"Well, okay then."

"Oh, I forgot that I do have a few more people that I talk to as I have nice experiences with the man who runs my village's cafe, and the person who runs the library is always quite pleasant and super helpful with research, so it's not like I don't talk to anyone but you and my brother, at least when I can find him; he's certainly a free travelling spirit. But anyway, I chat with people in my village, —or maybe it's a town at this point, I'm not sure, I should see if the librarian knows— I have business meetings with all sorts of people, I goof off with Duke when I can find him and his partner, oh yes, that's another person I visit. His partner doesn't really trust me, I think, but he's still very interesting. And then of course I have my lovely visits with you." Roman felt himself smile a bit. "Highlight of my day really."

Chrysanthemum looked away shyly. "Psh, yeah, okay, Princey."

"No," Roman gently insisted, "Really."

"Oh, well. You're definitely the highlight of my day too." Chrysanthemum paused for a moment as he bit his bottom lip in thought. "So… The Prince, where's your kingdom— er, princedom?"

Roman laughed. "Princedom does work, but I've also heard it called a principality. And it's not far from here, I walk here every afternoon, sun-direction for about maybe thirty minutes? There and abouts anyway."

"How many people are in your um, principality?"

"I have forty-seven subjects!"

"Oh, wow, that's… less than I thought but way more reasonable. How can you be a prince with that small of a principality?"

"Well, size doesn't really matter in this case. Forty-seven people are plenty, and besides, I fit all the requirements.

"I have a territory that's all mine in good standing. I have permanent residences. We even have laws and decrees!

"Oh! And I can't forget about my throne in my village office. Also, to make sure my subjects are heard, I have a secretary to write down any notes, meetings people may want to set up with me, or complaints or concerns people may have."

"Oh, that's nice, it sounds like a cozy little place."

Roman beamed at the praise. "It is! Oh, I almost forgot, and lastly… um, right! I'm a Prince, that's the last one. 

"I never really met my parents, but I learned that they had been royal and that's that. I offered to make my brother a duke and then he could have a duchy, but he likes to travel and didn't want the responsibility, so he's just Duke. I'm not really sure if he actually is considering one though if he doesn't have a dukedom, but he is to me, and besides, it's funny and I gotta call him something.

"And really it seems a shame if I'm a Prince and my brother doesn't even get any sort of title."

"Yeah!" Chrysanthemum agreed. "He should get one too!"

"Oh my goodness, here I am blathering on about the people in my village and how I'm a Prince, and about Duke, and I haven't even given you the courtesy of asking you your question back. How rude of me!"

"No, no, you're fine! I didn't expect you to… it's not like my answer is very interesting anyway. I really don't have anyone other than you. Not anymore."

"...Not anymore?" Roman echoed. Wondering what had happened to make Chrysanthemum's face twist in sadness like that, who had he lost?

"Well, for a brief while I thought maybe G would be nice, he wasn't though." He let out a miserable laugh. "I was a fool though. But I did… I guess I had a friend. At least for a few years."

"If you don't mind me asking… what happened?"

"So… G had this worker, and he was really nice to my face, we had a lot of fun together. He made the work more fun, and said I did too. I'm still not quite sure what happened, but all I know was by the time his work contract with G was up, we weren't on speaking terms anymore. He just left, without saying goodbye. I didn't even know it was up until he was gone and G told me… told me I needed to pick up the slack and needed to do all the chores."

"That's terrible," Roman mummered, not sure what to say. What could he even say to such a clearly great loss like that?

"It's… well, it's not okay, but… oh, I don't know. It just sucks. I don't—" Chrysanthemum cut himself off, seeming to try and hold back a sob. "I don't know what I did, or didn't do. I don't know what I did wrong!"

"Whoah, hey." Roman slipped his hand in through the fence and wrapped it around Chrysanthemum's. "I don't know what happened or pretend to know the situation or this other person, but I don't think you should be blaming yourself. I don't know what kind of person your friend was, or the circumstance, but if something happened, he may just not have gotten a chance to say goodbye, or maybe it just hurt too much."

"Or h— he was an asshole who didn't want to see me."

"Hmm, possibly. Did you ever get the feeling that he didn't like you, or resented you?"

"I... I don't know, like, maybe? Towards the end? I just— wish I knew why! If I could just ask him. If I could just tell him how sorry I am."

They didn't say much after that, Roman kept Chrysanthemum company as long as he could, and he seemed to be a bit better by the time he had to go make G's supper.

Roman wished he could stop Chrysanthemum's pain, could help him find his friend, could make G stop overworking him… well, maybe that was Roman's plan then. Just, in last to first order.

Chrysanthemum deserved better. He should have never been stuck with G. If only he'd met Roman instead—

Well, there was no time for 'if only's. Roman needed to fix Chrysanthemum's situation, nothing about it.

He was going to get him out of there if it cost him everything.

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Roman wasn't the nervous type. Sure, he could be concerned about something, or someone, or hopeful that some super important thing would go well, but he wasn't really nervous, anxious, or tended to worry.

But as he waited around for his meeting, this ultra important meeting, he couldn't help but feel jittery. 

He needed this to go well, Chrysanthemum was counting on him, and desperately needed this to go well… even if he had no idea Roman was doing this in the first place.

If it didn't go well it could jeopardize everything and Roman would need an amazing back up plan, but his short breathing pattern was making it increasingly hard to think.

But if it went well then Chrysanthemum would be free, and that was way more than worth all the trouble he was going through, nerves included.

There was a curt knock at the door of Roman's town office —there was no way he would have this stranger, especially knowing how untrustworthy he was, in his home— and he quickly broke his pacing pattern to open the door.

"Welcome, I'm sure you're wondering what this meeting is pertaining to."

"Yes, I don't have long."

"Of course, would you care to sit down?"

G smiled, but Roman could see his displeasure. "No, I plan on… taking up as little time of yours as is realistically possible."

"Alright, I will get to the point then. I think the way you treat the human in your care is inhuman and neglectful, and I would like to take over. I have a contract written up her—"

"No, that won't be necessary. I haven't broken any part of our agreement and do not wish to part with him. His work is valuable to me."

"Oh, well, I'm sure it… but—"

"I won't be budging on this, and to continue this discussion would just be a waste of time for all involved. Goodbye."

"No, wait! I'm not giving up either. What do you want in return?"

"There will be no deal, and I won't ever trade him for anything, let alone anything you have." G shut the door behind himself with an audible click.

Roman just stood there. What had happened? How had it instantly tanked like that? What was he to do now? What would Chrysanthemum do?

He needed to think of a backup plan, and fast.

Who knew what horrible mistreatment G would berate Chrysanthemum with. Especially about how Roman even knew him to begin with.

Shit, he'd been so sure he could convince G, but instead of that, he'd just made everything so so very much worse. 

But whatever his plan will be, whatever his next moves are, he knew that he wouldn't let Chrysanthemum suffer there for another week.

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#sanders sides fics #ts roman #tss roman #ts virgil #tss virgil

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are you a witch coz idk i find it quite fascinating and wanna know more about it so- does witchcraft work?? How does it work?? do you need some specific y'know abilities from birth or in general to become a witch

YA HI!!!  I am a witch! I’ve been practicing for like three years now (which feels insane to me) and my practice is super chill. Sometimes, I do a lot of stuff, sometimes I go for months without doing anything with my craft. Witchcraft is a very subjective practice. No two people practice witchcraft the same way, and not everyone even practices the same things! Some people don’t make spell jars, or read tarot cards, for instance. Nothing is a requirement to being a witch besides just saying you want to be a witch and starting on your way...doing research, trying things, etc. That makes you a witch!

You definitely don’t have to have any kind of ‘abilities’ from birth. If you feel like you can connect with spirits/deities, or have a psychic sense through dreams, or something similar, that’s really cool, but not by any means required. If you want to be a witch, you can do it, no matter who you are!

There’s lots of different things you can do to practice witchcraft. Personally, my practice involves a lot of tarot reading, because I really connect with it. I also make spell jars, I enchant jewelry/clothing/pins for protection, I do candle magic, I celebrate some pagan holidays, I work with three deities (which is its own can of worms; impossible to explain in this post but very cool) and I sometimes make moon water when there’s a cool cosmic event happening. But there’s a million other things you can do in your practice, depending on what you want to focus on. There are green witches who do work mainly with tending to plants. There are kitchen witches who use witchcraft in their baking/cooking. People worship and/or work with gods and goddesses from all sorts of pantheons...greek, egyptian, norse, and far far more. There are countless books and internet sources to learn what kinds of things people practice, and to see what might connect with you if you want to start your practice!

Do be wary that there is a lot of misinformation on the internet around witchcraft specifically. There are many cultural practices that are closed (not for people outside of the culture/haven’t been invited into the practice) but are still being recommended on the internet as things anyone can do anyway. (read especially ‘smudging’, white sage, and palo santo. it’s a whole thing.) Chaotic Witch Aunt, Harmony Nice, and The Witch Of Wonderlust on YouTube are great places to start. TikTok is a great resource...sometimes. Research and cross-checking is paramount when learning about witchcraft, and trust your gut if something seems fishy. It probably is.

As to whether witchcraft works...that’s something I don’t feel like I can answer with 100% certainty, for everybody. What I can say is that it definitely works for me. My tarot cards have never been wrong, and i trust them with my life. I feel the presence of my three deities more than I ever felt the presence of the Christian god when I was younger. I’ve seen spells I’ve made take effect in the real world, as well as spells my friends have made for me. The way I see it, if witchcraft intrigues you, start digging into it and give it a try! If you find it’s not for you, there’s no shame in saying so and moving on. But if it works for you, it can be really healing and honestly very fun. I hope this helped! If you have more in depth questions feel free to send me another ask or DM me, I love answering questions about my craft!

#ask #witchcraft

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hey!! I hope everything's been going well! 5, 7 and 12 for the current ask game! it could be with any f/o(s) you'd like!

Everything’s been pretty good in general, Thanks for asking!!

I’m gonna be answering for Jaden Yuki in particular

(5. Do you and your F/O sleep together at night? Is there a specific sleeping arrangement? Who hogs the blankets and pillows?)

My S/I and Jaden have been lifelong next door neighbors pretty much and we’ve got that good, “Our bedroom windows are facing each other and we sneak over sometimes.” Thing going on. So we definitely sleep together at night! I’d probably be the one hogging the pillows and blankets at first, but if it turns into a night I’m awake for awhile (✨Thank my sleep disorder✨) and I get hot they’re all getting kicked over onto him.

(7. What’s the ideal date night for you and your F/O? Describe and share what it would be like.)

If it was an at home date it’d be Master duel pvp and Duel links for like 10 hours straight, eating snacks (cause neither of us can cook and nacho cheese doritos make our gamer power grow, obviously!) and probably our friends in a discord call, popping in and out randomly. (To give us weird challenges, duel us, or just yell at us for being dumb Lmao)

If it was an outdoor date it would probably start with one destination In mind, say a convince store or a grocery store, or a dollar store. (Okay fine we eat a lot of junk when we’re together but that’s just true love) but it absolutely devolve into us running around the city. Jaden could easily be misconstrued as a shark sometimes, He. Never. Stays. Still. But he’ll still slow down for me eventually (aka very soon because I’m very frail) it’s always an adventure with him essentially.

(12. What’s your favorite way to be touched by your F/O? Were either of you touch starved before your relationship developed?)

Well this is an interesting question because My S/I and Jaden are the childhood best friend to lovers trope (aka the best one besides reincarnated lovers) In the anime Jaden’s parents neglected him for him and such and had very little to no friends at all. My S/I’s parents did leave her alone very often (VERY often) so once we met we probably didn’t understand that we were “lonely” or “touch starved” but when he hugged for the first time it was all, Jaden’s hugs are the best, I said so it’s the law. We were literally inseparable whenever we’d be alone in the house (so nearly all the time) We were at one or the other’s house (usually Jaden’s) And yeah we had little kid cuddles. I also really love holding his hand.♡

Anyway sorry I made you wait like 2 days for answer but this was fun! Feel free to send in another ask whenever, feel free to gush about your F/Os as well it doesn’t always have to be about me or mine.

#f/o #f/o stuff #f/o game #~Rosetinted answers~

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Finding Family: Part Five: Chapter Nineteen

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that’s too much scope for her.  She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

AO3

What happens to Agnes?

Scarlet can’t get the question out of her mind as she slams the door to Agatha’s suite behind her.  Ash’s spell worked just the way it was supposed to, stripping Agatha of the spell that kept her locked in her own mind and likely maintaining the one that kept her from using her own magic.  It had been a simple spell, anyway.  Two runes.  Scarlet had been able to do it within a few hours of learning it, memorizing the runes and marking them into the Hex’s barrier in the sky while fighting off the witch who is currently locked in that suite.  If she could do it under all that pressure, then Ash, with much less pressure and much more training, must have done just fine.  Besides, if Agatha had regained her magic at the same time that she regained her body, nothing would have kept her from attacking Scarlet again.  Nothing. Scarlet knows that.  She’s absolutely certain of it.

But Agatha didn’t try to use her magic again.  She didn’t try to send out violently violet shots in her direction, she didn’t try to run through and punch her in the face (which hadn’t seemed likely, but it was always possible), she’d just stood there and stood there and asked—

Agnes wasn’t even real.  She was just a serious of repetitive actions – a character following a script in a sit-com that…wasn’t a sit-com anymore, but that doesn’t matter.  It shouldn’t matter.  She isn’t – wasn’t – real.

The question still worms its way under Scarlet’s skin.  She can’t keep from muttering it under her breath as she stalks down the hallway from Agatha’s suite back to the living room, making the opening into the hallway disappear as soon as she makes her way out.  No point in leaving it accessible.  The boys – she doesn’t want them to have any way of getting to her, and Wendy….

Later.  Wendy can learn about Agatha later.  It’s one of those things she’d glossed over in explaining things to her the first time, and she doesn’t want to bring up that she’d decided this horrible, horrible woman deserved to share space with them just because she’d fucked up and hadn’t just killed her when she had the chance.

She still has the chance.  She can still kill her. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier?  The easiest way to deal with Agatha would be to kill her. It’s not like she doesn’t deserve it. She absolutely, one hundred percent does.  There’s no telling how many other witches she’d killed over her three hundred years with the Darkhold—

“Everything okay?”

“No.”  Scarlet doesn’t even look over to Ash as she mutters a little more loudly through gritted teeth.  “I just invited the woman who tried to absorb my powers and kill my whole family into my house.  I let her free of the spell I put on her, and she is made at me for killing the woman she was under the spell.”  Her teeth grind together, and she instinctively feels her chaos magic spiraling around her fingertips.  “You’d think she would be grateful.”  She rolls her eyes.  “What happens to Agnes?  Like I would know?  She’s not even real.”

“She’s not?”  Ash glances over to the wall where the hallway opening used to be.  “She seemed pretty real to me.”

Scarlet shakes her head.  “Agatha is real,” she answers, teeth still gritted together.  “Agnes was the nosy busybody next-door neighbor character she pretended to be during the Westview sit-com situation.”  She rolls her fingers, letting her magic work its way around and between them in a nervous sort of tick.  “I cursed her to be Agnes when I left.  She isn’t real.”  She shoots a glare in Ash’s direction, taking in where her other self sits with her legs tucked up under her, leaning against one of the arms of the sofa.  “She isn’t.”

“What spell did you use?” Ash asks, head tilting ever so slightly to one side as she turns back to Scarlet.  “Because that could have—”

“It couldn’t have done anything,” Scarlet spits out.  “I can’t make people.  That’s why my boys are gone.”  Her eyes narrow into pinpoints.  “Try that again.”

Ash sighs.  “I can see that you’re upset, but that’s no reason to take it out on me.”  She meets Scarlet’s eyes.  “When you’re ready to have a reasonable conversation—”

“I’m not a child, Ash.”

“You’re acting like one,” Ash continues without missing a beat.  She raises an eyebrow.  “You already hate this Agatha Harkness woman.  I’ve never met her in my universe, other than her corpse, but this Agnes woman seemed charming, if a little naïve. If you want to hate her, fine. You’re letting her mess with your head. Fine.  But don’t take it out on me when all I’ve done is try to help.”

Scarlet takes a deep breath.  She tries to settle herself.  It doesn’t work as well as she would like.  “You believe her.”

“You don’t know that.  All I did was ask which spell you used.”  Ash tilts her head back.  “That doesn’t mean I believe anyone.”

“But you think it’s possible,” Scarlet says, choosing her words carefully and trying to keep the frustration and bitterness out of her tone.  Trying and failing.  “You think it’s possible that Agnes was real separate from Agatha.”

Ash pauses.  She considers.  She looks away.  “Yes and no,” she says, finally.  Then she pats the sofa cushion next to her.  “Sit with me.  Let’s have a little talk.”

Scarlet doesn’t want to have a little talk.  She doesn’t want Agatha to be right, doesn’t want to even consider the possibility of it.  It stings enough that Agatha had decided to bring her boys into the conversation - I think you know better than anyone how much it hurts when someone tells you the dead you’re mourning weren’t real – like they’re even remotely the same thing.  They aren’t.  Her teeth clench so tight her jaw aches.  You’re letting her mess with your head – as if Scarlet has any choice in the matter!

Breathe, Scarlet.

She tells herself that, and she takes a deep breath in through flared nostrils, forces herself to let the magic flickering through her fingers dissipate, then moves to sit on the couch next to Ash.  The plaid cushion shifts beneath the weight of her.  “What do you mean yes and no?” she asks, unable to keep her voice from sounding as tight as she feels.

“First,” Ash says, “you need to tell me what spell you did.  Magic can be very….”  She hesitates, struggling for the proper word.  “Convoluted, let’s say. Sometimes if you don’t word a spell properly, then it can have some unintended side-effects.  Usually not very good ones.”  She gestures to herself and then to Scarlet.  “We don’t need spells or runes or incantations.  You are the Scarlet Witch fully realized, and although I’m not, I still have the same ability you do.  We cast magic without needing any of that.  But magic is wild and chaotic – even more so since we use chaos magic – and if you aren’t very specific about what you want it to do, then it will often do other things, too.  Agnes…might be an unintended side-effect of the spell you cast.”

“It’s like you just said,” Scarlet explains.  “I didn’t cast a spell.  I just…did to her what I’d done to the other people in Westview, and I didn’t even do that on purpose.  My magic just spread out from me and changed everything, and I kept it running, but I didn’t….  I didn’t mean to do any of that.  It just happened.”

“You said Westview was sit-com world, right?”  When Scarlet nods, Ash asks, “And that happened…within a barrier you created?  It was all very self-contained?”

Scarlet nods again.  “Yes. Someone called it the Hex, and that took off, but yes.  It…didn’t last very long at all.  Not even a month.”  She hates to admit it.  Hates to admit that she’d only had her boys….  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter how long it was.  They were real.  They were hers.  And they’d had every right to exist.

“But the spell you placed on Agatha – the one that made her Agnes – that happened outside of the Hex.”

“Yes.”

Ash glances up, eyes not really focusing on anything, and rolls her lips together.  She pauses for a little while, thinking about how to word things, and then asks, “The spell you created within the Hex, you maintained it while you were there, right? You had these people running on scripts in roles that you created for them, and you controlled everything?”

“I….”  Scarlet flushes furiously and refuses to meet Ash’s eyes.  “Yes,” she says, a lot softer this time.  “At first, I didn’t know, but even after…yes.  Except for Agnes, except for Vision, except for my boys, I controlled everything. But I wasn’t….  I knew I controlled everything, but I didn’t know that Agnes – Agatha – was something I wasn’t controlling.  It wasn’t a…perfect thing, Westview.  So much of it was just background noise.” She doesn’t look up, and she still doesn’t meet Ash’s eyes.  Her fingers move, flinch, shift through different poses, and the chaos magic comes back, threading in and through and around them.  “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” she whispers.

But Ash doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to this at all.  “But even after you cursed her, you weren’t controlling Agnes in the same way.”

It sounds like a statement, not like a question, although Scarlet had been expecting it to be asked. She considers this.  “I’m not sure I would have known,” she admits.  “So much of what happened with that aspect of things in Westview wasn’t conscious that I could have been controlling Agnes’s actions this entire time and not been aware of it.”  She presses her lips together and leans forward, resting her chin on one hand while the fingers of the other still fiddle with her magic.  “But I don’t…I don’t think I was.  The spell was meant to last independent of that.  Westview – on the outer edges, where I couldn’t maintain a constant focus – people were frozen in place, more props than people, and that….  I didn’t want Agatha – Agnes – to just freeze in place because I’d left Westview behind.  So no, I wasn’t.”  She glances up.  “Does that matter?”

“Yes, it does.”  Ash sighs. She glances over to the wall separating them from the hallway that lead to Agatha’s suite.  “When you cursed Agatha – when you created Agnes – you made some fundamental shifts to who Agatha was.  You locked the part of her you knew away and created a new Agatha, who you called Agnes, to take her place. You didn’t give Agnes a script to live by, which meant that she was able to make her own decisions, form her own thoughts, be her own person.  It doesn’t sound like that’s what you did with any of the other people in Westview, which is why you…didn’t have to deal with this with any of them.”  Her lips purse to one side.  “And Agnes got to do all of that for…how long has it been?”

Scarlet glances away again.  “Three years. Almost.”

Ash gives a chagrinned expression.  “Then yeah, I’d say Agnes was her own person.  Three years of making her own independent choices, even on a general personality rewrite spell, would have made her someone…new. And undoing the spell to restore Agatha would mean killing Agnes because she wouldn’t have anywhere else to go.”

The panic sets in then, in the core of Scarlet, this absolute refusal to believe what she’s hearing even as she has no choice but to do so.  “But I can put the spell back, can’t I?  If we wanted Agnes back instead of Agatha, I could…I could bring her back.”

“Yes and no,” Ash says.  “You could put the personality rewrite spell back, and you could probably root through Agatha’s mind to find her memories and restore them into that rewrite, but that doesn’t mean you would bring her back as she was.”  She stares at Scarlet.  “I thought you didn’t like Agnes.”

Scarlet scowls and crosses her arms. “I like her a lot more than I like Agatha.  She might be a little much, but she’s not, you know.”  She waggles her fingers in the air.  “A murdering witch who tried to kill me and absorb my power.”

Ash holds up a finger.  “You did just hear what you—”

“I know what I said.”  Scarlet glances over to Agatha’s suite.  “So Agnes is – was – real.  Separate. And I killed her.  And the only way to bring her back is to curse Agatha again—”

“Or wipe Agatha’s memories outside of the Agnes ones,” Ash interrupts, head tilting to one side and resting on her fingertips.  “There’s not really a spell to do all of that at once, but you could combine a few of them together to do what you want.  It would take me a little while to figure out the best way to do that, but it can be done.”  She glances over to Scarlet.  “If that’s what you want, of course.”

Scarlet stares at Ash.  “I – you – could erase Agatha entirely.  We could just have Agnes.  No Agatha Harkness.”

Ash shrugs one shoulder.  “Sure. It wouldn’t be hard, I don’t think.  Just complicated.  We did this a few times in my universe with people we didn’t feel comfortable….”  Her lips press together, and her gaze shifts away.  “The Illuminati could be quite merciless when it felt it was necessary. You saw what they intended to do to me.” She tucks strands of hair back behind one ear.  “Sometimes they asked me to…rehabilitate people.  This would be similar.”  Her eyes meet Scarlet’s.  “If that’s really what you want.”

“Could you…could you make someone else?” Scarlet asks, hesitant.  “Not Agnes, not Agatha, but….  Who she might have been, without all of…everything?”

Ash takes a deep breath.  “Yes, but when you’re trying to be that specific with memories and playing around with people’s minds like that, it can go…it can go really wrong, really easily. Usually the Illuminati wanted a full memory wipe, not picking and choosing, not trying to shift things so that people would have a specific personality or who they might have been if.  And when you start getting that specific, you run the chance of the spell having holes in it, and people coming out of one of those changes…she wouldn’t be....”  She sighs, rapping her fingers on the arm of the couch.  “Spend some time with her,” she says, finally, “while I figure out how to make the spell.  You may find that—”

“No, Ash,” Scarlet interrupts.  “No matter who Agatha is now, I don’t think I’ll like her any more than who she could be, and even if I do….”  She hesitates.  “Agatha lies. If you can fix her, that’ll be better.”

Ash presses her lips together.  Then she pushes herself off of the couch.  “I’ll get to work, then.”

“What,” Scarlet looks up at her as she starts to move behind the couch, “you don’t have anything to say about it?  You’re not…disappointed in me for wanting this?  You’re not going to tell me I’m making a bad decision?”

Ash sighs and meets Scarlet’s eyes.  “It’s not my job to pass judgment on your decisions, Scarlet.  You probably do a better job of that.”  But she doesn’t offer her a smile, and she doesn’t pat her shoulder when she leaves, and she doesn’t do anything even remotely comforting or reassuring.

Scarlet doesn’t like it.  She doesn’t like it at all.  But this is the right way of things.  She’s certain of it.  It’ll be safer for everyone, when she’s—

No.  Not thinking about that right now.

Death is just another thing on her long laundry list of things, and right now, she wants to push it off for as long as she can, even as she prepares for its inevitability, looming but not here yet.

Not yet.

The question then is, really, not what happens to Agnes but what happens to Agatha?

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