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yxami · 1 year

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Oh my god i love the gangster one and pleasee do write more for him:)))))

I’m gonna combine this ask with another two because y’all really LOVED yandere gangster LMAO. Requests are always open btw, if I ever get flooded I’ll still allow them to be open and slowly get to each one. I’m just happy I’m getting requests cause I had very few before. LOVE YALL

Description: yandere gangster x fem reader, flirty yandere, mention killings stuff like that, I still haven’t come up with a name for yandere gangster so if anyone wants to name him feel free to send a message.

You were taking a short cut to your apartment through the same alley way you would see a suspicious man that lurked around. You at first assumed he was someone homeless, someone struggling, but he was the complete opposite.

He was infamous man who knew exactly how to solve all of your problems for the right price. You had no clue this dangerous man was one that you passed by everyday after work. Sometimes you’d see a group of men rather than just the single man you saw, those days you’d avoid going there.

That same gangster noticed you, everyday after 3 pm like clockwork you passed by him. It was almost like a routine that you had. He wondered who you were, what you did for work, where you lived, anything and everything.

He was incredibly curious about you for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way you put yourself together, the way your tight pencil skirt clung onto your hips, or maybe it was the slightly echoey clicking from your heels.

He took it upon himself to follow you one day. He effortlessly followed you home without suspicion. He was now standing in front of your apartment complex. This was a bit of a challenge for him, there were many other apartments next to yours, he just had to find out which one it was.

Everyday, he now made it his routine to follow you home. Everyday he got riskier and riskier. The first step being entering the building, the next entering the elevator with you, then finding out which apartment was yours, which resulted in many break-ins you’d had no knowledge of.

You were just on your phone, in the same elevator as your stalker, not having a clue of how dangerous he was, what he wanted from you, and what he so desperately wanted to do.

Your heels now making less noise, stepped onto the soft carpet of the apartment hallways. He exited the elevator and waited until you were sleeping to start picking at your door lock. He knew you were sleeping because he figured out that you would sleep every single time you got home. The way your sleepy demeanor begged to go to bed and your soft yawns.

He heard a click as he swiftly unlocked your door, entering without a care in the world. He knew it was risky to do all of this, the chances of him getting caught and thrown into jail were high. Yet he still did it, he still followed you and still broke into your house when he needed to see you again.

He watched your chest rise and fall, hearing your soft breathing, paying attention to the way you quietly mumbled in your sleep. He wondered if you were ever going to come up to him. Should he just go to you instead? No.. he can’t, he’d be too excited if he did approach you. Maybe you’d even be too scared to talk to him if he was.

He was so worried about everything it hurt. He decided he would try and find something that could at least help with his worries. Maybe you needed a gun, or a body guard! Someone to disappear? He was clinging onto false hope that a innocent woman like you would even think about doing any of that!

He used your Face ID to unlock your phone, looking through your messages he was able to find a contact that stood out to him. It wasn’t a lover, thank god, but it was a woman. She seemed to be a co-worker by the way the two of you talked.

She was a bitch though, all the messages she sent seemed to demand something of you and she would would flood you with humiliating messages. Talking about your past relationships, the way you worked, the way you looked.

He was so infuriated! Who did this bitch think she was?! He knew her name from your contact list and clicked your phone shut. Immediately leaving after that to go see who the hell she was. He was going to fucking tear her apart limb by limb.

The next day he was able to see that it was someone who sat near you, seeing from the window of your office; he saw how she demanded things of you. He even saw her trip you on purpose! All your papers went flowing and you had to re-organize them once more.

He wanted to kill her, to torture her for all the things she’s done but something was stopping him. How else were you going to approach him? He believed if that girl pushed your buttons just enough, you’d be looking for someone to kill her off once and for all. It was just a guess but he really hoped it would happen.

And one day, it did happen! You walked up to him for the first time and asked him if he could make her disappear. Your hands were shaky, showing the sufficient money for her death. He eased your nerves slightly by trying to use a softer tone when speaking to you.

After that day, he did in fact kill her, even getting rid of that friend that would follow along side her. They were both pests, bugs that needed to be crushed, people who deserved to die. He was granting what you wanted! You should love him now, right?

When you spoke up about your worries, he easily shut it down and even managed to confess. And you sort of accepted! You wanted a date first, he could do that! He’d do anything for you!

Even after you set up the date, he still followed you home, making sure you made it home safe. You never know with all these people lurking around. You could get hurt! Good thing he was there to make sure you were okay.

He watched you sleep like many times before, caressing your cheek, wishing he could already be your boyfriend. But he decided to be patient, he needed to be! Or else you’d never willingly accept him as a partner.

Today was the day. The day for your date. You woke up rather early, your body was bundled up with nervous feelings despite just waking up. You were nervous to be on a date with such a handsome criminal. Was he going to insist that you needed to be his girlfriend? He seemed nice enough and he didn’t mind that you needed to get to know him first.

Maybe he was a nice guy? Even if he was a killer? Your face scrunched in a disgusted reaction of your own thoughts. You probably shouldn’t be defending the actions of a killer. But it would be different if he only decided to kill people who were awful and ‘deserved it’. Would it be so bad if he was killing off people that made others miserable like your bullies once did?

You washed up, trying to ignore all your worries about the man you were soon to meet. You got ready, putting on a dress that hugged your body, even wearing a few accessories. You wanted to look nice, he was a handsome guy so you didn’t want to come looking unorganized and messy.

You heard a knock on your door and you rather embarrassingly rushed towards the door. You opened it and saw the familiar tall man. He was dressed in a sophisticated manner, his hair was nicely groomed, the rings on his hands only seemed to emphasize how large they were. Your face was dusted with blush because of how his dark brown eyes hungrily scanned you.

“I’m almost done! Just give me a sec” You opened the door wider for him and hastily went to look for your purse.

“You look nice. You should dress up like that more, in front of me, of course.” He observed you as you looked around for your purse.

“I don’t really.. dress up! Or go out because I’m usually busy with work but..” You were a little annoyed about still not finding your purse.

“Is it this one your looking for?” He questioned, picking it up by its handle. It was on the couch the whole time.

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m just really unorganized today” You were lying, you just hadn’t expected him so soon and his appearance had made you really nervous.

“It’s alright baby, I don’t mind waiting. I’m a patient guy” He smiled holding your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of your hand.

“Let’s go now, I have the perfect place in mind.” He grinned at your cheeks being red at his small gesture of love.

He had way more to give, he was obsessed with you. But he needed to be patient, you wanted to get to know him first so he wanted to respect your wishes. He probably should’ve been more mindful because he knew everything about you so it’s not like he could ask any questions a normal date would.

The two of you made it to a fancy restaurant located nearby your apartment. You had never been here before, the decorations were lively, and so were all the people here. You felt a little out of place with all the fancy looking people here.

“So, what do you want to know first?” He smiled happily, enjoying that he got to see you in such a cute dress. You looked so pretty in it, he was practically drooling.

“Uhm… any siblings? How was your home life before you got into the business?” You picked up the tiny glass full of wine. You thought it was rather small but you assumed it was a wealthy person thing.

“Two siblings, older brother and a younger brother. I’m the middle child, I wasn’t really the favorite so I could basically do anything I wanted” He laughed.

Your server came by and handed the menus with a welcoming introduction, and hurried along to go do the same with his other tables.

“Did you ever go to college?” You flipped through pages of the menu and selected a mainly shrimp dish. You saw he had already picked his meal before yours, now you were just waiting on the server. You wondered if you should get desert.

“Nope, tried to but didn’t have that kinda money. That’s why I ended up the way I was, but now look at me. Swamped with orders and gaining lots of money” He smiled at you. You noticed he had endearing smile, it made you feel warm inside.

“Well, at least you’re making money now. Sorry you were kinda unlucky from the start, it’s sucks.” You gave an apologetic look.

“It’s alright, it’s how I found you. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get to see you again.” He reached over for your hand, you placed your hand in his palm and he cupped yours with the other. His hands were warm and comforting.

“That’s a huge promise, but .. I’m flattered you see me as that important” You couldn’t help but blush at his response. He was always able to make you go red just by a few words. You really hoped you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him, maybe only a little.

“Baby, you’re my top priority, nothing’s more important than you. I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I would never go back on that promise either, trust me”

The server cut your little moment short much to his dismay. Once the server jotted down what the two of you wanted, he was up and out again. His words were polite but you could tell he was in a rush.

“Did you ever fall in love with anyone like this?” You held onto your dress under the table. Trying to grab something to calm your nerves about something you asked. You were curious though, were you actually special? Or was this guy falling in love with multiple women and doing the same.

You felt somewhat guilty for wondering but you wanted to know!

“Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love with another woman like this? If so, I’ve never. I’ve had a girlfriend or two before but I’ve never felt such intense feelings for someone before. That’s why I want you to stick by my side forever, is that greedy?” He was a little worried you didn’t believe that his love was true. Did you need him to prove it? Because he could easily kill another person for you!

“I don’t think it’s greedy, I think it’s nice that you see me that way. You’re a cool person to stick with, I think you would be a good boyfriend” You mumbled your last few words and his eyes lit up. You thought he would be a good boyfriend? His face was tinted with a little red and he couldn’t help but stare at you with eyes that screamed ‘I’m head over heels in love with you’

You believed he could be a good boyfriend, he compliments you, he cares about you, you just had to convince him to stop with the.. killing thing. But other than that you think it could work!

“Say that again? I must’ve misheard you” He was engaged on hearing your words. He needed to hear them again.

“Nope, you heard perfectly well” You looked away in embarrassment and he leaned over the table, hastily getting your attention.

“Then whisper it in my ear, I didn’t hear I swear!” He laughed trying to convince you. He thought your embarrassment was cute but you complimenting him like that caught him off guard. He wanted to hear it again.

You leaned in and whispered your words again, right before the waiter came back with your prepared food. It was lovely, the dishes were hot and ready to be eaten. You were prepared to dig in before you noticed him looking at you.

He had a goofy lovesick smile and was admiring you. He couldn’t believe you thought he would be a good boyfriend. He was happy you saw him like that rather than the gangster that killed people for you. Originally he thought that was a good look on him but being a good boyfriend? That was immensely better. A good boyfriend who would kill for you.

“What’s up with you?” You couldn’t help but giggle. You knew he liked the compliment you gave but you didn’t know he liked it that much!

“Nothing, just staring at my future wife, is that so weird?” He poked at his food with his fork and ate some of it. He thought it was honestly pretty good, he just ordered what sounded good. He wasn’t a food motivated type of guy.

You snorted at his stupid little comment, blush naturally resting your face with the compliments this idiot in front of you gave.

“I’m being truthful baby, you’re my future wife. What’s so funny?” He smiled finding your little snort humorous.

“Nothing, my beautiful husband! Just though of a funny joke” You finally confidentially reciprocated a joke. You didn’t really have a clue that he fully intended on marrying you but that was for later!

He loved the way you joked back, he did wish it was real but he could be patient. Patience was key!

“I could get used to this!” He grinned from cheek to cheek.

“Of course you could”

After the date, you invited him over to your apartment. Not because you wanted to do anything of course! The both of you were drunk from the rounds of alcohol to celebrate nothing in general. It was just for fun.

“Shit, I don’t think I’ve gotten this drunk in awhile” He lazily threw himself on your couch. He could handle his alchohol, but he might’ve over done it.

“Sleep on your side.. I’m going to bed. There’s water in the fridge if you want some” You yawned, you felt a little sick but it wasn’t that bad. Some water would help and good night’s rest.

“No sleepover?” He groaned. He wanted to sleep next to you, he knew it would be a little hastily but sometimes speed was the best thing, right?

“If you want to sleep on my floor go ahead” You drowsily pushed your door, landing face first into the soft cushioning of your bed. You quickly hid under the sheets, it was pretty cold.

“Good enough for me” He followed in, a few moments after you. He laid on your floor, taking a pillow from your bed to lay his head on. You went to the edge of the bed to share your large blanket. He grabbed his portion and you slept on the edge with your side of the blanket.

It was a weird arrangement but it was perfect for the both of you. Not too close to make you nervous, but close enough for him to fall asleep. Your comforting smell knocked him out rather quickly. You fell asleep after a few minutes and luckily weren’t able to wake up from his snoring.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #mentioned killing #yandere gangster #yan gangster #gangster yan #female reader #fem reader #f reader #eamonmyoc

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staytinyville · 8 months

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OUTLAW (3)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy / Wild West AU

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Warnings: None

You kept your head down as you fiddled with the man’s clothes trying to get them back onto him. However he quickly caught your wrists to keep your hands from touching him further. Your eyes were wide as you tried not to look up and meet the two men’s stares. You were really hoping they wouldn’t bring it up.

“Sweetheart.” Mingi drawled, waiting for a reply.

“Of course not.” You told him, moving out of his grasp. “I’m just a hostage.”

You robotically turned on your heel and made your way out of the saloon. Everything would pass if you just knocked yourself out in your bed and waited for another patron to call for you. That is how you will solve all your problems.

You did not just patch up the one of the most wanted men in the country in your hotel. No, your hands were just shaking from a nightmare you were going to wake up from. It was not the adrenaline from getting the scare of your life after realizing who was sitting directly in front of you.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. We have some things to discuss.” It was San who brought you out of your stupor.

The grip he had on your biceps made you stiffen, shuffling your feet along as he pushed you back towards the room. Your shoulders locked up as you felt uncomfortable in the situation. But with how your mind worked, the first thing you were planning was an escape route.

Right as you entered the bedroom, you began to look around trying to find things to use as weapons and where each man was standing or sitting. You also tried to assess the kind of people you were going to be up against.

They ranged in sizes, one taller than the next person. The only strategic thing about it all was that they were placed in corners of the room or sitting on the beds which meant the door was left unguarded. How you would get there you had yet to find out.

San shoved you in between the twin beds again, having you sit back down in the chair. You turned to the man who was on bed, noticing that he was without a shirt and had another sheet wrapped around his middle. He didn’t look to be in major pain but his skin was still sweaty.

“Are you okay?” You asked him.

The man turned to you, giving you a small smile. “Of course. The Captain knows more than the other idiots for sure.”

You nodded to yourself, watching as he closed his eyes before breathing heavily. You took a glance at his wound, the sheets turning a dark red. Your eyebrows pulled together as you tried to figure out why he was looking much paler than normal. He didn’t seem to bleed as much as Mingi did so he shouldn’t have been that sick.

“The wound is infected.” You told him.

He slowly turned back to you, eyes opening up sluggishly.

“I know.” He said.

“You have to go to the doctors.” You rushed up, putting a knee on the bed to check on the man’s wound.

A hand stopped you from getting any closer, which pulled your attention to the person. It was the blue haired man who had a tight grip on your hand.

“We got a problem.” San spoke up.

“What more of a problem is there?” The stern cop rolled his eyes.

“She recognized Mingi.” San looked towards the blue haired man, waiting for a response.

You glared at him, shoving his hand off your wrist as you sat back down into the chair. With a huff and crossed arms, you leaned back.

“No I didn’t.” You glared at San. “You just assumed I did.”

“For someone sitting in between wanted men you sure do run your mouth.” Wooyoung scoffed from the bed they ripped the sheets off of.

“It’s how I cope in life or death situations.” You turned to him.

“How many have you been in to know it’s how you cope?” He questioned.

“This is my first time.”

“Consider us lucky.” Mingi butted in. “What do we do with her?”

San and Mingi were stationed in front of you so your only escape was through the window which was on the other side of Wooyoung’s bed. However, the rest were crowded in that area of the room. You didn’t have the time to open the window.

The man to your left began to cough, catching your attention. The others seemed too busy talking about your demise to even notice their friend was sick.

“You have to take him to the doctors.” You spoke out loud. “His wound is infected and he is running a fever.”

Mingi moved his long coat to the side as he came up to the man’s side. With a hand to his forehead, the pink haired man pursed his lips.

“We can’t take him to the doctors.” Wooyoung scolded you. “In case you haven’t noticed.”

“Then let me get him medicine.” You stood from your seat, but were pushed back down.

You looked around at all of them from under your lids, keeping your head straight.

“Look, you can discuss whatever it is you want to do with me later but right now I want to help him.” You stood up again. “I’ll get him the medicine he needs while you figure out the arrangement. No one has died inside the hotel since it was built and no one is going to die now.”

Hongjoong pushed his comrades out of the way and moved closer to the one on the bed. He sighed deeply when he noticed how sickly he actually looked. Standing to his full height, he stared at you with a dead expression.

“If you so much as hurt a hair on his head, I will personally put a bullet through your skull.”

You swallowed, nodding your head. “There’s seven of you and one of me. I know when I’ve lost the fight.”

“Good girl.” He moved to the side, allowing passage to the door.

As you made it into the hallway and the door shut closed, you let out a breath. Just as the adrenaline was washing away from your body, you used up the last of it to make it to the breakroom. You jumped onto the bed before your body shut down completely.

Just as panic began to set in you tried breathing techniques to keep from making things worse. With the blanket held up to your nose, you clenched your fingers tightly. While you would have to think to yourself about things going much worse than they actually were, you realized you didn’t actually feel scared until you saw the wanted poster.

You could have escaped the room, gone back to bed, and woke up in the morning thinking it was just a group of friends that the police officers had. But now you know there were bandits and wanted men staying in the same building as you. Worse yet, now your family has to deal with them.

After a good amount of time, your body seemed to have calmed down from the initial panic. However your mind was still on the works and you could not go back to sleep. It kept going back to the group and scenarios of things going south quickly. But with them in mind, so was the wounded man.

Glancing towards the dresser in the room, you came to a stand and started rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Finding a prescription bottle, you clenched them in your hand before going back out into the lobby.

With tight hands around the medicine, you walked back to the room. It took a moment for anyone to reach the door and open it up. Your breath got caught in your throat when the tall police officer opened it up.

“I don’t have any more but give him one for now.” You spoke fast, shoving the bottle into the officer. “I’ll try to get more for him.”

The man looked down at the bottle with a confused face, turning to you to ask more about it. However you were already shuffling back to your room, not bothering to turn your head.

“What is it?” Jongho asked, moving off one of the beds and closer to his partner.

Yunho turned the bottle over to read the label.

“Antibiotics.” He told the younger man. “They’re for Yeosang.”

The two turned to look at their friend who was sweating buckets as he tried his hardest to breathe. They looked at each other before walking closer to their comrade and trying their hardest to feed him the medicine.

The night was always the hardest part.

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noirvette · 1 year

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main 3! + reader who gets non verbal when stressed!!

i did a bit of research for this request, but i apologize if my portrayal isn't that good. also sorry for these being so short 😭 i got sick earlier out of NO where and my ability to think went downhill.

cws: none !

♡ STAN MARSH

Out of the three, I think he's the least equipped to handle it at first

Not saying he won't try, he'll put some research into it, but when it happens the first time he has NO clue on what to do

He honestly has so many thoughts running through his head, at first he thought you were ignoring him/mad at him until he realized your other behavioral traits

If you mention that you get nonverbal when you're stressed/sad/overwhelmed prior to it happening the first time, he'll be better equipped to help you, he might still panic though

Your comfort is always his number one priority, he wants you to feel safe and comfortable for as long as you're nonverbal

He may struggle at first with finding out a rhythm that works for the best of you both to communicate tbh.

He picks up on patterns relatively quickly though, so he learns your behavioral traits very easily when you become nonverbal

He mainly sticks to yes or no questions, but also will pull out his phone and use google images a lot

Despite him being the least likely to handle it well at the beginning, I feel he's the best at handling it long term.

For example, if you tend to stay nonverbal for longer, Stan is pretty patient and can manage and get into a groove with you

He isn't the best at de-stressing people though, he may try to help you destress by helping you with what's stressing you out in the first place, but Stan isn't a huge problem solver and instead focuses more on the present and ways to help you now.

He comforts physically rather than logically or emotionally, but understands if touch is an issue for you. He'll just let you know that he's there for you and then sits besides you

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Complete opposite of Stan LOL

I feel like he's picked up on sign language somewhere along the way growing up, and now I'm running with that idea for this

If signing is a way for you to communicate when nonverbal, he definitely uses what he already knows and then will brush up and learn more words and phrases to better communicate with you

Otherwise pictures and like a communication board is his next go to's

Out of the three, he's the best in terms of handling it right away

Kyle's pretty logical and so helping you solve the issue of why're you're stressed (if able too), he will help.

Despite that, I listed Stan's faults so I gotta do it to Kyle too, Kyle struggles with long term. If being nonverbal long term is a common occurrence, he's gonna have some trouble.

He makes sure to never take it out on you, but Kyle's pretty impatient and wants things to be solved relatively quickly when there's a problem to arise, he knows you can't help it so he's always patient around you, but his impatience is targeted at the root of the problem.

Despite that, like Stan your comfort and needs are put above all else. While he's taking time to help you destress, he's also trying to find ways to help you.

Whenever he gets stressed he likes quiet, just so he can collect his thoughts, so he does it for you too. Makes sure there's a calm and quiet environment for you, he doesn't want to accidentally cause you any more stress.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Solid middle man

He's good at cheering you up with silly distractions if that's something you'd be okay with

Sticks to writing and yes or no questions

Kenny is sort've oblivious at times to behavioral traits, but when he does notice what's going on, he becomes focused solely on you and making sure you're comfortable.

If you're okay with touch when nonverbal, Kenny will gently hold onto you. He's a very touchy person, however touch is not for everyone and he won't do anything you're not okay with.

He'd probably play music to help calm you down.

He might actually take the longest to figure out a solid way to communicate, but only because he second guesses if he's doing this properly.

Is willing to just sit and be in the same room as each other, Kenny himself can go a while without talking, normally uses his time reading or playing some random free game. He'd let you join him and you two just sit in silence in each others presence.

When it comes to helping you with the cause of your stress, Kenny is similar to Stan in that he focuses more so on the present.

However, he does want to know what's the matter and see if it's something he can manage to help you with.

He comforts you emotionally rather than logically. Also is a pretty big physical comforter but again as I mentioned prior, won't touch you if that doesn't work with you

He tends to do a lot of reassuring words with Karen and this'll carry over to you.

#kenny mccormick headcanons #kyle broflovski headcanons #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader

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iamindebt · 11 months

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Dussekar is an enegmatic and strange character, shrouded in mystery

[LONG POST INCOMING] [[like its massive]]

1st off, tell me if he EVER, at all , ONCE actively helps you

Chapter 1, Otempes does most of it

Chapter 2, Wiscara tags alongside you to take her scissors back and beats up herbrother ro do so

Chapter 3 you just go with Otempes, but THIS is when you meet Dussekar

Chapter 4 is primarily a solo mission, with Wiscara telling you where to go

Chapter 5 everyone tags along, EXCEPT Dussekar (put a pin in that for me)

Chapter 6, Tucker (who does not need to help) convinces you to take a more active approach instead of waiting for a problem to occur and then solving it (see chapters 1, 2, and 4)

Chapter 7 Base cleph and Otempes solve this, you coming along because Claire told you too.

Chapter 8 EVERYONE gets involved

...yeah hes not the defenition of a "team player".

2nd, Dussekar is just some guy, just some guy that got what he wanted because of a likely meaningless task

3rd, he seems to be apathetic or blatantly NOT CARE about scriptliss despite saying that he does. (put a note about the "apathetic part")

(from chapter 4)

D: ...So you have no idea who released you?

S: N-no... I couldnt see behind me because my entire body was chained... I have no idea who cut the chains either

(Dussekar glances to the paper ball chained to scriptliss's ankle)

D: Hmm... well it seems they missed a chain. And the clamp is tightly secured. Does it hurt to walk?

S: N-n-no... *sniff*

D: Whats the matter?

S: It's just that *sniff* You knew i was chained up... Didnt you?

D: Well... not quite. I heard some rumors. I knew your general whereabouts, but i had no idea you were actually chained up...

D: Im sorry for not going to check up on you sooner. I figured that, wherever you were, you'd be fine on your own.

S: But *sniff* Thats how we lost 1x1x1x1 to the void, too. You assumed that he was safe enough on his own...

D: Hey, can we change the subject? The protagonist is right over there.

S: Oh, hi! Didn't see you over there, Protagonist. Were're just chill out here. Isn't that right Dussekar?

D: Absolutely frigid.

S: Hah! What a Dussekar. Always cracking jokes.

(Nice save)

D: (Shhhh. Put a lid on it.)

This shows us a lot about the characters. Dussekar knew about rumors, meaning he forgot or didnt care to check on Scriptliss, who was IN HIS. WASTEBASKET.

Scriptliss does actually bring this up in their conversation (see red text), instead of confronting this or apologising for it, he changes the subject, focusing on protag.

Once scriptliss notices this he seems a lot more extroverted and friendly from his demeanor not even 5 seconds ago. Most likely scriptliss does not want anyone to find out what happened in pr2 but he does bring up some very good points.

There was no reason Dussekar should not have been able to check in on Scriptliss. Hes immortal, Dussekars immortal, his wastebasket is RIGHT THERE.

(seriously buddy, you cant spend 5 minutes to attempt to reconcile with you only remaining friend? he seems very willing now)

4th

(i would rewrite lanter and dussekars entire conversation but thats like rewriting the bloody bee movie script)

L: ...Are you even listening to yourself? You sound more like a tyrant than the god who you vanquished centuries ago. Just because someone stole your precious little plaything doesn't mean you have to fight so hard to get it back

D: The plotbook isnt a "plaything" its the reality we live in.

L: You truly are no different then the ancient gods who fought to protect everything they ruled over. Have you ever considered that Antagon might just be repeating your own history?

D: well, if you disagree with his actions as much as you disagree with mine, Why dont you go stop him yourself?!

L: Thats not the point. The point is, You need to see your actions from a different perspective before you draw definitive conclusions on people

D: Im well aware of how my actions affect others. I don't need anyone reminding me what the consequences of my actions are. I know exactly what ive done.

L: Alright then. What are you finally gonna do when you finally catch antagon? Surely your not going to send him to banland, are you? Hes just a kid, you know. Until recently, hes been living with his mother. What are you going to do then?

D: ...........

L: Hes just a younger version of you. Are you going to lash out at him when you finally get the plot book back?

D: ..............

L: Well?

idk man dussekar definitely looked like he was considering it. Its bad for antagon because hes a CHILD but its worse for scriptliss because hes immortal. like c'mon dude this is greek mythology levels of punishment.

why did he not try to revive tretone or tess,

major L moment right there

TLDR:

Dussekar as a character seems to show that he does not care about his old friend and has no issues with sending anyone he disagrees with to infinity jail.

it gets better after apologising about screaming at antagon and talking to scriptliss though :thumbs_up:

#spr slander #i need to rant #super paper roblox #if i have anything to add its a reblog i think

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grasslandgirl · 4 days

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and fic writing questions! a) are there any motifs you're proud of/happy about/excited about in noble pining atm (like, could be mirrors or swords or vines or objects like that, or something more nebulous, like repeated dialogue or scene descriptors, etc.) and b) what's a challenge or problem you've had a fun time solving while drafting it, or that you're really proud of finding ways to handle? <3

a) so like. I realized far too late into the process of writing noble pining, after I'd realized how horrifyingly Long it was going to be, that I hadn't really anticipated or intentionally put any themes or motifs into it at that point? so as an insane person. I decided on a few themes I wanted to be intentional about that I thought were already present in the text, and like copy pasted relevant quotes I'd already written into a Google doc so I could keep track of them skfjbnskfjbn they kind of intersect, unsurprisingly, and its one of the points on my docket for editing to like. workshop integration and progress of the themes over the course of the story!!!

as for motifs uhhh. I don't really think so ?? not intentionally, anyway, like we could ask my betas uwu and bev if they've noticed any recurring themes or imagery or etc in their readings thus far but uhhh. no. this started as a silly goofy quick idea and then by the time I realized it was going to be the size and scope it was turning into, I had bigger problems ahead of me (like plot) to worry about, so stuff like motifs kind of got shoved by the wayside <//3 (maybe there are unintentional sav-isms?? probably. I'm sure I have common dialogue/scene/setting descriptors and tells that I'm unaware of that are all over this thing sfkjbnsfb)

b) ummm. so disclaimer I finished the first draft of np back in Feb (!! 25 chap 150k!!) and sent it off for beta'ing by the end of that month/beginning of march and um. haven't touched it since? not that I haven't gotten what I'm sure is lovely valuable feedback from my beloved treasured betas I just. haven't had the inclination or the spoons to start editing or working on the second draft of it. YET! I will. eventually. at some point I'll buck up and start on it, which will be the hardest part skfjbnskfjbnsf. so like. there isn't really anything Ive done Yet to be proud of, given that I haven't started editing actually, but I am proud of myself for like. figuring out the plot of it all?? I feel pretty damn good about the beats of the whole thing, which as someone who has NEVER even attempted writing anything this long or involved before was like. a huge impressive step for me! the other longest thing I've written was my d20 big bang fic from back in '21 and like. that was little more than 20k iirc?? and I got so stuck on trying to figure out the plot I wanted or how to make it work that I like. ended the fic BEFORE the plot climax so I didn't have to figure it out. so like. coming up with what I think is a pretty good plot arc and character arcs and individual and group beats and some politics in there and etc etc etc for this au. I'm proud of that <3 I hope when I read my feedback my betas will tell me that it works and that it isn't awful and bad. skfjbnskfjbnskfnj <333

#asks #noble pining au #MWAAHM WAHHH MANY KISSES UPON YOU AND YOUR HOUSE JADE ILUUU THANK UUU

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serenanymph · 10 months

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writeblr positivity tag

tagged by the lovely @macabremoons! gently tagging @lyssa-ink, @reneesbooks, @scroll-of-aves, @space-writes, and anyone else who wants to hop in! this is gonna be a long one so I'm gonna leave it under the cut.

1. What motivates you to write?

All the lovely comments I get!! I honestly just love seeing how people react to my writing. Also just thinking about my characters in general. They're just a bunch of silly little guys <3 (they are unbelievably traumatized). And thinking about those specific few scenes I'll get to write later in the book too!!!

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Uhh honestly I have mostly forgotten and all the good lines really only make sense with context, but I guess I am?? Mildly proud of this bit??

The air smells of sweet perfume. It’s a sharp, potent scent, thick and cloying, overly concentrated and enough for Beatriz to choke on. That’s the first thing she notices. The second things she notices is everything buried beneath it – dust, the faint, lingering tang of chemicals stinging her nose. Decay and rot. The air smells like death.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Wait is this your own OC or someone else's. Okay I can't really pick between my children BUT I do really love @reneesbooks Birdie!! Smol chaotic magic child, absolutely adorable. I want to give her all the pastries she could ever desire

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

On one hand, creating the first draft from scratch is really fun, but on the other, working on later drafts with the knowledge you're refining something and making it better is also so satisfying. Hrm. I'd say first draft wins but only by a small margin (because nothing in the latter stages will exist without it).

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Uh. I have no idea but apparently a lot of people have said I'm really good at descriptions?? So. Descriptions. I guess

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly I think everyone's answers are gonna be about the same but, y'know. It's the community. Everyone here is genuinely so friendly and talented, and all the games are really fun!!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I use microsoft word which is like. About all I use. Really boring ik but I'm used to it and for whatever reason I think it came with the laptop?? So yeah

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really like exploring the magic system!! Magic for Beasts is largely emotion-based, and can be affected by a variety of factors (everything from target to affinity to environmental conditions) so it's been really fun figuring it out, but still making sure it doesn't become overpowered or a deus ex machina. There's also magic for mages which is a lot more precise and restrained. You can kind of think of it as Beasts having powers while mages have spells.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Honestly most people would probably say something along these lines as well - even though I don't know what's causing your rough patch exactly, the only way to solve this not-writing problem in the end is to write. If you write, you can make it better. If you write, someone out there is bound to find it and love it. So, y'know. Just write. It can only go up from here.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Okay so first off, @allianaavelinjackson (though she isn't really part of writeblr), for always putting up with my insane ramblings about the little people in my head, losing it when reading about the little people in my head, and just being a really great cheerleader. Love ya. Also @lyssa-ink for being one of my first mutuals and having really interesting story ideas!! And @reneesbooks for her continued support and just being a super talented writer (seriously, lacuna lives rent free in my head). Plus @squarebracket-trick, @e-klair and @space-writes for all the STS questions giving me a chance to yell about Beast at someone, and lastly tagging back @macabremoons for all her support!! I could really go on and on and on but then this post would never end but to all my mutuals!!! Know that I love and appreciate every single one of you and y'all are awesome people!!

BLANK QUESTIONS

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#I am so sorry if I forgot any of you!! My brain isn't working #you are all my morbos tho <3 #I am also very sleep deprived so if I sound more unhinged than usual you know why #anyway I had to use desktop to type out this ask and it is not growing on me at all. change it back #okay and uh tags #writeblr community #writeblr #beast #wip: beast #char: beatriz #ser writes stuff #tag game #my posts

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sistersin7 · 2 years

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29, 30, and 31 for Bering and Wells for the ship asks, please?

@purlturtle -- I'm doing my best!...

Thank you so so much for the ask... I hope this is to your liking.

Bering & Wells, 29 – Minor injuries, sickness, distress and emergencies.

Myka and Helena are as good and as bad as each other.

When it comes to the big stuff, they are very protective of each other and will do whatever it takes to see to it that the other’s needs are attended to. When Myka returns home from a mission with her arm in a cast, Helena practically launches a full-scale inquiry to verify root cause. And when Helena’s appendix bursts, Myka makes the ER staff life a living hell until they took Helena in from triage.

The small stuff, they are borderline gooey, in a tongue in cheek way. When Helena loses her voice, Myka dotes on her, but answers questions on her behalf, giving them what she perceives is a Helena flare, and a terrible attempt at a British accent (which starts off endearing, but by day 3 annoys the bejesus out of Helena). When Myka cuts the palm of her hand while attempting to fillet a fish, Helena is immensely dutiful in helping out and rebandaging the damaged limb, but all Myka gets for weeks on end is fish jokes.

As for emergencies – cool, calm, quick to assess, quick to act. They are a dream team when it comes to figuring out what’s going on, being the good people in a storm. Between Myka’s analytical mind and Helena’s innovative nature, every emergency has at least three solutions within minutes of occurring.

Bering & Wells, 30 – Could they manage a long-distance relationship?

Yes, begrudgingly, and with plenty of together time in between.

There is a period after they get together and before Helena re-assesses her relationship with the Warehouse, that Myka goes out on pings no end of times. On average (and of course, Helena and Myka know precisely what that average is), during the first 6 months of their relationship reinvented, they spend less than 2 days per month in each other’s company.

Helena learns to value the immediate satisfaction mobile communication provides, and Myka learns to appreciate the slow-to-arrive-yet-terribly-hot nature of snail mail.

They make a point, at the end of those 6 months, to be the most annoyingly in-your-face couple at the B&B, and that, along with Myka’s official request to reduce her time in the field, makes long distance an exception rather than a rule.

Bering & Wells, 31 – Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

Ooohh… would it be classed as cheating if I quoted something I already wrote?... because the short answers are, yes, yes and yes.

Let’s try putting something new together… *cough*

Whenever they are in solving-puzzles-and-saving-the-day mode, their conversations become unintelligible to anyone around them. In a recent situation, when The Warehouse’s computerised system is hijacked by the Flywheel Model from Jeff Bezos’ office, the minute the team susses out the issue, Helena and Myka snap into solutioning mode, with neither utters more than 4 words at a time, and the other agrees, or augments and it’s so scary that Claudia just pushes Steve, Pete and Abigail out of the room, to give the dynamic duo space to do their thing.

Twelve minutes later the problem was rectified and the solution future proofed. No muss, no fuss.

When Helena swaps her leisurely “My pleasure” with Myka’s “For sure” (pronounced almost Canadianly), it grates on pretty much everyone, Myka included. Helena doesn’t notice her swap, but does notice others noticing. It doesn’t last long.

Myka, on the other hand, fails to adopt any of Helena’s quirks. She’s far to aware of her lover’s idiosyncrasies and finds too many of them either endearing or arousing to be assuming any of them herself. Which, doesn’t work in Myka’s favour when she tries to keep *something* from Helena. One time, it’s a surprise party. Another, it’s Pete adopting a cat. It’s at those times that Myka loses her natural cool, trips on her words and rolls her right holder backwards incessantly – subtle tells that Helena picked on quite early during their time together.

Claudia is the one who tells Myka about her tells, and it’s only in dire straits that Myka’s tells show and Helena can pick on them. This, in itself, is the darkest secret Myka has to keep between them, and it’s not until much, *much* later that Myka reveals the secret to keeping secrets, under the influence of an artefact.

#ask memes #bering and wells #mini fics #I suppose?#purlturtle asks #I try to answer

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transmasc-wizard · 2 years

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hello nickle i am going to scream into ur imbox abt SAM

so. SAM. I was going back through my notes and realized i said it was supposed to be in first person, but I hate writing in first person for WIPS. easy to change, right? except most of if not all the subplot depend on being able to explore the characters' feelings and thoughts in extreme detail and i'm not sure if i'd be able to do that the way I want with a third person pov so I am screaming and crying over this

then there's the rotation of the pov. it goes in this order: morowa, harper, jisung, ivy, vale, and kaya. this is driving me mad because by following that order, some scenes end up told by the wrong person. i reviewed the outline three time and wrote out shorter outlines trying out different orders, but nothing works as well as the one i have currently even with its issues. i cant just say fuck all and not have an order, because the same thing will happen but worse and also everything will be disorganized and thats terrible. can u tell ive never had a rotating pov with so many characters. can u.

in short, i am considering quitting writing and running away to be a sheep keeper in iceland. good day!

ok, so, i am someone who wants to Solve Problems so i'm gonna give this a go

Problem one: you hate first person, but you want to be able to do deep and intense emotional exploration.

This is the harder problem, I think, but I've had it before. My advice is, genuinely, to consider the story as if you were still writing it in first person but then write it out in third person. You will need a very, very close camera; when you're writing, imagine the story literally through the character's eyes.

Everything they're thinking, everything they're sensing, what they would notice, how they would specifically interpret this situation. If you get those details in, you'll still have a very, very close POV, which should work. I also advice to cut out as many words as you can like "felt" and "thought", instead just stating what they're thinking and feeling, to make it feel closer, like a less extreme version of Deep POV.

Problem two: the revolving cast.

guess what! i just had this problem with GFS. And..... uh.... i said "fuck it" and abandoned order. sort of.

I created a general order by dividing my estimated chapter count and listing how many chapters I want each character to have at least or at most. I expect about 43 chapters in GFW1 and have 6 narrators; Rowan has no more than 3, I want Hope and Bea to both have 6, and I want Corey, Oliver, and Angel to have 8. That's 38, and gives me about 4 more chapters of wiggle room. Then I just make sure I won't be putting, say, 5 Hope chapters in a row.

I suggest you figure out roughly how much time you want each character to have, then go through your outline chapter-by-chapter and figure out which 1-3 characters would be best for each (they're in the right spot, they know something the others don't, their mindset will make it interesting, their emotional investment is different, their arc aligns with what's happening, whatever). Then you can go through again and assign each chapter one of those 1-3 characters, keeping in mind that you're not straying too far from your original rough plan of how much time each will get. It's different from a revolving in order cast but still gives the feeling of structure to how the POV works out.

anyway whoops i went into like. writing advice voice there. but yeah i hope your Troubles and Sorrows are perhaps quelled a bit? if not, tell me what's Not Working and i'll try to look at it from a different angle

(i say this because i think i might have a better chance of figuring it out than you, since you're so close to it and i'm further. kinda like how beta readers find plotholes that the writer missed)

#asks #bat wherearetheplants

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whimsyqueen · 2 years

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I’m waiting for my cat at the vet so I’m just gonna post some thoughts that I’m having about a situation I was in a few months ago, mainly just to vent because it’s on my mind.

Putting it under a read more because it’s personal, you can read it if you want I don’t really care I just saw a post that made me think about it and I’m like hhhhhhhhhh

( @destiniescollide this is about the spooky game if u see this and get worried lmao)

I saw a post earlier (and reblogged it with excessive tags) about how when people are making content for free, it’s unfair to ask them for more content, or just basically don’t expect people to be constantly creating for YOU and ONLY YOU.

This situation is a little bit different considering it’s about a D&D game, but I ended up kinda feeling the same way.

I had a player who was VERY excited to be part of the game, which was incredible. I had set up this game to be specifically designed around everyone’s characters, and everyone (this player especially) was incredibly enthusiastic about the game! It started off well, we played for a few months and everything was going fine, but I noticed that this player always seemed to want a little bit Extra, a little bit more. More lore from me outside of game time, more information about their character’s story arc, more time in-game for them to do what they wanted to do regardless of what the other players wanted (I’m talking like hour long conversations that were uninterruptible when we only played for like 3 hours at a time) more of everything that I just wasn’t capable of giving.

And then things got complex, because I introduced a character that they seemed to *personally* not like and take a lot of problems with, stating to me that characters like this specific character made them anxious, and kinda pressing their mental health on me to the point where I was made to include this character less, just so that I wouldn’t upset this player.

To mitigate this, I respectfully asked my players to please update their limits in the appropriate channel, so that I could be aware of topics to avoid going forward. NOTE: this was explicitly stated to be a HORROR game going in, I was doing my best to ensure that everyone was safe and having a good time while maintaining the atmosphere of the game.

In response to this, I got a massive private message about this player’s personal needs and figuring out how to move forward from this, but all framed as if it was MY fault that they got triggered, and that ***I*** was the only one who needed to do any fixing here. (Before this, I had received no communication from this player about anything they might need to make the game safe and comfortable for them, they had not talked to me about topics that might upset them game-wise, when I had already asked the players to due to the sensitive nature of the game)

From there, everything spiraled. I had to assert my boundaries on more than one occasion (which is uncomfortable for me as someone who very much strives to help other people before myself) because this game was literally ruining my life and my mental health. My BPD symptoms were worse than they had been in years and I was fully unable to manage them, and this player just kept looking at me as if I was the one who was supposed to solve all their problems and jump though all these hoops for THEM. Like ***I*** was the one who had done something wrong, and kept doing things wrong because I couldn’t fix their anxiety. I made a few requests for the game to play less, for people to only talk to me about game-related stuff during specific times, anything to try to calm down what was going on in my own head.

Throughout this, I kept receiving more and more paragraphs long messages from this player about what I needed to do to make them comfortable, how I needed to fix the problems that they were implying I caused, how all of this was my fault and that they had done nothing wrong the entire time.

This all culminated in my girlfriend having to do a call with all the other players for me, explaining that my mental health was in such a state that unless things changed, this game could not happen. The problem player got incredibly vocal, starting to yell at everyone about how I had apparently said that I “didn’t want them in the game” and how I was “asking them to change everything about themselves just to fit what I wanted them to be” (blatant lies, told to people that I care deeply about).

The call did not end well. They started talking in circles, and my girlfriend basically just said “we’re getting nowhere, let’s reconvene after we’ve taken a break and gotten our thoughts in order.” No one ever reconvened, and later that evening, a message was sent to that player very very VERY politely informing them that it seemed like no one else was having the same issues they were, and that perhaps this table isn’t the space for them right now. They were removed from the server, and have not spoken to ANY OF US since then. That was back in late April/early May.

I’ve been incredibly conflicted since then, and even went so far as to end the game altogether because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but feel like I had torn everything apart. And I still feel that way, kinda. I feel like I should have tried harder, should have done more, should have fixed it. But I did the most that I absolutely could (and then some) and it wasn’t enough for this person. And I feel like that a lot. About a lot of things. Like nothing I ever do will be RIGHT or will be ENOUGH. It still impacts a lot of what I do creatively, because I’m so terrified now of upsetting someone else by voicing how I feel that I just….don’t. Anymore. And I constantly worry that my work isn’t going to be enough for anyone unless I’m pleasing everyone.

Anyway. That fucked me up, and I’m never really gonna get closure for it so it just Lingers.

#to make matters worse they were one of those people who had been dropped by their old friends for no reason #according to them at least #but it seems like their old friends dropped them for some of the same problems I had with them #personal #about the author #dnd drama #d&d 5th edition #TTRPGs #player drama #creative

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torc87 · 8 days

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Difference between being white passing and white:

So I am a Russian born Jew. What this means is that despite being born in Moscow, my parents being born in Moscow, my birth certificate said Jewish. As did theirs. This also means that the only thing I knew about Judaism till I was ten ( we moved to the US when I was 8) was DO NOT EVER TELL ANYONE YOU ARE JEWISH. My mother told me that when I was 3 or 4. I think I must have told someone in day care? I can't recall but her telling me that, right outside the fence, is one of my earliest memories.

So yeah, not very religious us. I mean, we tried later. I won a year's scholarship and spent 5th grade in a yeshiva - my mother didn't know how else to pick out a school from the random list she got, just figured it shouldn't be a Christian for profit school. Only a year though bc I Was ten - I came home and started asking why we didn't celebrate any holidays. We tried ...first passover seder we did, my great grandparents served pork chops and apple turnovers. Bread and pork, exactly the thing for a seder, right? ( Ok, they knew about the pork, no one actually cared). My mother pulled me from yeshiva after a year bc I was going a bit deeper into the religious aspects than she was comfortable w.

I became Pagan at 16, it fit my beliefs better. I am still Pagan now, altar in my home and everything.

So not very religious, haven't worn a magen david since I was 12. Usually in pants, tank tops, etc. Bright colored red hair. I'm generally assumed to be Hispanic if it's summer - my skin tans dark.

I haven't had much to do w the Jewish community since I became Pagan. Haven't been in a synagogue since my great grandparents died.

Haven't had much to do w antisemitism either - I pass well, as I said. Unless people ask they usually don't realize.

I've had a college classmate ask me where my horns were - in all seriousness. She was Midwestern, hadn't met a Jew before. I looked at her like she was insane, bc who the hell actually believes that medieval drivel these days?

Or a coworker saying her college was controlled by Jews bc they gave major Jewish holidays off. Note that they also gave major Christian ones off too - as does EVERY public college and school in the US. That equality meant to her that she was being discriminated against.

But yeah, otherwise? I interact in the US like any other white person.

Primarily bc I don't participate in the traditions of my ethnicity and religion. It's really easy not to notice that Yom Kippur is a work day when I don't have to take a personal day for it. I don't fast and I don't care about working on it, so I don't have to take it off. See? Regular white person. Same w every other holiday. Same w not dealing w anti-Semitism - if no one knows I'm Jewish, I'm basically white, right? Maybe it would change how they treat me if they knew, but as long as I don't say it and don't act or dress Jewish, they won't know! Problem solved!

That's the difference btwn white and white passing. If people knew, if you did the things your identity usually does ( e.g. if you are gay and went out w men instead of being closeted) would the way people treat you change?

I found out for myself recently.

W all the rising anti-Semitism in the US the last year, I decided to wear a magen david again.

Not bc I'm not scared, not bc I think it's safe - but bc I think it isn't.

Bc I lost family in the Holocaust and while I am fully comfortable changing my RELIGION to Pagan, my ethnicity is and will always be Jewish.

Bc my rule has always been, if asked " I'm Pagan, unless an anti-semite is asking, in which case, fuck yes, I'm Jewish, is that a problem?"

Bc I refuse to be a hypocrite while there are a lot of anti-Semites asking that right now.

Bc I refuse to live in a country where I must hide my race or religion for my own safety. Been there, done that, we Left Russia bc of it. I'm not interested in going back.

So I put on a magen david. Got instant attn from coworkers. Peaceful, so far I hope, though I got a lot of questions on the Israel-Gaza situation that I hadn't gotten before and don't think anybody else has at all.

Not much else so far though.

So basically Jewish is like white w white privilege, right?

I'm in a white majority country, I'm not closeted, I'm still being treated ok, so Jews must be white ?

Except...

That first day I put on my magen david, the purpose of wearing which was to be visibly Jewish, I was visiting my grandfather in the rehab center.

He's in his 90s. WW2 Ghetto survivor. Doesn't speak English.

And I was putting on the magen david to go visit him ...and I realized that while I can cope w discrimination due to it, if I wore it, I could not guarantee his treatment by the staff of the rehab center wouldn't change once they realized he was Jewish.

It's a hell of a helpless feeling, to know your vulnerable family member is dependent on people who could treat him badly or even just w less care the moment they found out his ethnicity.

It is ethnicity, by the way. He is as religious as the rest of us - not very. Lived in Russia all his life. Eats pork. Doesn't keep holidays. But people could chose to treat him badly bc of who he was born as.

Doesn't sound very white to me now, that. Not many white people are treated badly bc of their race in a white majority country.

Don't think many white people had to hide their heritage, as I chose to do, in 2024, in a liberal city that has a lot of Jews, out of fear of the treatment their vulnerable family would receive from staff.

Do ethnically white British people have that experience ? Ethnically Irish or Scottish in Britain maybe, but then Irish/etc weren't considered white by Brits less than a century ago. I know Italian heritage folk don't hide they are Italian to avoid being treated badly.

But the tiny act of wearing a necklace - not changing my clothes, not the way I speak, not my location or birthplace or opinions was enough to create the possibility that people would treat me and him different.

As other.

That is a far closer similarity to white passing African Americans.

The experience of wondering if people would treat your vulnerable family member badly based on their race is what I imagine many African Americans, Asians, Indians, Arabs feel when leaving their child in a daycare for ex. That fear. The knowledge that just being who you are can cause people to treat you differently. The risk.

The risk that would be heightened if I wore traditional skirts, long sleeves shirts, covered my hair, if my grandfather wore a yarmulke on his head or prayed.

In other words, if we didn't pass.

That is the difference. Do you still keep that white privilege of people know your identity? Bc if not, you aren't white. Just white passing.

#judaism #immigrants #religion #privilege

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sleepymarmot · 12 days

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I SOLOED BAL SUNNAR ON FIRST TRY!!!!

The final boss was actually the easiest of the three. Especially when I figured out that I need to stand as far as possible instead of getting close when she does the vomit attack lmao. My condolences to the emetophobes trying to play this.

I misunderstood the puzzle at first and thought you needed to make all blocks the same color; I figured it out when the sections started lighting up, drew a pencil chart on a scrap of paper, and at that point the puzzle needed only a few adjustments to reach the solution.

The first boss was so tough I thought this was going to be another Riftmaster situation. Opened the dungeon guide and felt embarrassed when it called this boss easy. I managed to get through the fight after I:

swapped from Velothi back to Oakensoul. I'll never stop using this crutch I guess

noticed that I died to not having enough stamina to block or dodge, and stopped using the flail almost completely, relying on the chakram for crux generation

stopped healing Azandar. Actually "just let the companion die" seems to be the necessary part of every dungeon boss fight.

The bonus boss was relatively easy. He managed to kill me; I opened the guide and read that you need to kite the fire AOEs; I tried again, gave up on kiting after some time, and still won pretty quickly and confidently.

The nix-ox boss immediately kicked me to death. Then it did so again when I definitely dodged. By that point my fingers were getting less and less responsive and trustworthy; doing combat for an hour or more puts noticeable strain on my hands, and I'm playing the least mechanically intensive class possible! When the boss was close to death, I was mostly worried about missing the dodge again and starting from the top. Also, the attacks from my staff were not good at targeting the orbs you need to destroy in that fight, I had to run up pretty close to not miss them; what is that, a shooter?

I thought I solved the beam puzzle, but it didn't activate and I had to check a guide to see whether I misunderstood the goal again. I didn't, but one of the beams wasn't hitting the target even though it seemed so. I solved it soon after.

By that point I wasn't very much worried about the final boss: I had already seen most of the story, and even if I needed to call for help for the final fight, I wouldn't be torn between exploring and rushing after teammates. But I did it all by myself on first attempt without even reading any guides! I think this deserves a bit of bragging.

Once again, thank you my good friend Oakensoul for carrying me <3 Best addition to the game for solo players fr.

The opening section was gorgeous. I love Stonefalls and the red-orange-grey volcanic color scheme, so it was tailored to my taste.

The story was interesting, had fascinating lore implications, and the central plot device was used in a way that made sense (looking at you, Ebon Stadmont). I did get a bit confused by the timeline, though. I assume other people have already figured out the dates of the events?

I'm glad I managed to explore the dungeon in peace, listen to all of the dialogue, and take as many screenshots as I liked. Just like Scrivener's Hall, it felt like a full-fledged adventure, which would have been perfect for solo players if not for the difficulty barrier. It's a shame that experiences like this are gated by demanding a specific build and a fair bit of experience and time investment. On the other hand, the challenge was pretty fun. On the third (mage) hand, this whole time I was aware that a momentary break in the internet connection could close the instance (I don't know if ESO allows a grace period, and if it does, for how long), and all of the progress would have been reset and the effort would have been for nothing. That's also a problem that needs to be solved to make dungeons truly accessible for soloing.

Overall, this was a really satisfying experience! I planned this to get me in the mood for Stonefalls, and if it holds, hopefully I'll start my EP character's journey soon.

#eso #blah blah blah

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4/3/24- week one

i totally neglected updating this when i should’ve, but this first week has been breathtaking. i’ll get to the point- this is the absolute best decision i’ve ever made. for the past week, i’ve lived in this unwavering sensation of shock and awe. i got an email saying my package had delivered, and i sprinted to the mailbox, and i picked it up and it was tangible. like, physically there. my heart started pounding and i ran back to my room and cut open each box, and my hormones were there. and there i went, panic texting my friends because this is *fucking* real now and i can’t even process it. i waited about 10 minutes to take it all in before i put the first pill underneath my tongue and let it dissolve for the first time. and with that, it began. now, i do want to list off the things i’ve noticed physically, emotionally, and mentally because things have certainly changed, but please keep in mind i am only a week in on a relatively low dose; everything has been quite minor.

physically, i don’t feel too different, but i notice my body changing minutely. my skin is definitely softer than it was a few days ago, and my acne seems to have calmed down. the downside of that is how dry my skin seems to get now, and i feel itchy if i haven’t moisturized. i feel like my eyes appear brighter, but that has more to do with feeling a bit happier than before. besides that, my nipples seem slightly darker and it definitely feels like there’s some fat behind them that wasn’t there. it isn’t significant!! i can just tell something is happening. they hurt just the tiniest amount, but you can tell something is off.

emotionally! wow, this one is the biggest, i think. the night that i started hormones, my mind was just so quiet for what felt like the first time since i was a kid- or even just ever. it’s indescribable, and that is the best thing i could’ve asked for. it’s hard to say whether that came from me being on hormones for literally 8 hours or the relief of finally starting my transition. regardless, it was just bliss. i was giddy the next day. colors look brighter, problem-solving is easier, i feel alive and it’s a pleasure to exist inside my mind, generally speaking. now, i haven’t felt any uncontrollable emotions yet, though i can still get quite angry if i let myself, which i was hoping would not be the case. june lore, though- i perform music in our local circuit (vague on purpose!!), and i was really struggling to pull out the emotions from our show, but the first time i performed it for a crowd since starting hrt, i almost cried, and it felt amazing. i haven’t felt it since, though, and i wish i have, but i’m confident it’ll come back. emotions are one of those things that unfold at a different pace for everyone on hrt, and i won’t worry about it. all in all, it’s like this sparkly pink filter is constantly overlaying my life. it’s bliss.

finally, mentally. i’ve made a few revelations while being on hormones. the biggest is what i already figured would be the case: many of my problems regarding myself have improved significantly, partially because of the emotional aspect of hrt, and partially because i know i’m no longer fighting against testosterone further developing the things i couldn’t stand against myself. but my external problems haven’t gone. they feel so much easier to face, but they’re still there, and those problems are up to me to fix. i feel less prone to giving up, within the parameters of what hrt will allow. i have noticed that my depression isn’t just gone. it’s so much better, but it’s still there. i still know i can give up if ever i chose to, but now i feel even more obligated to hold on. it’s weird, last night was something of a dark one, but never did my mind stray too far- it’s weird.

i guess to conclude, the only thing i really have to add is that hrt is lifesaving. i’m not even sure i’d be here to type this right now without it’s intervention. i decided this myself, and i made it happen myself. i know now since i made it this far that i can’t stop moving. this is my life now, and no person or government on the planet can *ever* make me give it up.

#transfem #transgender #hrt

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luvfy0dor · 3 months

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Ong I love your platonic Fyodor x reader fics!!! My affection starved ass could never— Anyway, can I request Fyodor (platonic ofc) with a teen!reader that acts similarly to him? Cunning and intelligent (he trained them (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)) while also accidentally picking up his habits etc etc. If you accept this request do you mind also making the reader adopted by him? If not, may you still have a nice day/night!! :3

“Honestly, I'm Just Like You ♡⁠˖" Fyodor Dostoevsky w/ Child!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; nail biting, Google translate Russian

Description; Fyodor sits down to help you with your homework and realizes you have similar habits to him.

A/n; Thank you so so much for the compliments!!! I hope you like this, I'm sorry if the scenario is kind of short 3:

• Biting your nails is one of the most prominent habit you pick up from him. You just find your nails between your teeth subconsciously

• You also pick up bits and pieces of the Russian language. Specifically the annoyed or frustrated words that Fyodor would let out every now and again.

• Fyodor heavily sighs a lot. All the time. It is more frequent when he's stressed, though.

• The ability to flawlessly lie to people seems to be engrained in your blood. It could be about anything and people would still believe you because of both you're believability and your 'good kid' reputation. Exactly the way Fyodor raised you.

• When he first adopted you, you were already ten years old, so he immediately started recommending you read classic literature - Catcher in the Rye, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc.

• He also helped you with some of your school work, making sure you did it as soon as you were assigned it so you could just get it done and over with.

• 100% plays chess with you regularly. He teaches you all the pieces and rules of the game and challenges you to one day beat him.

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Fyodor walked to the kitchen to get water for the two of you while you sat with your homework in front of you. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by the seemingly impossible math problems that even your genius of a father had a difficult time with. You chewed on your nails while you looked over the problem, desperately trying to figure out what you were supposed to be doing while Fyodor returned to the dining room table with two glasses of water. His brows furrowed when he noticed you biting your nails, quickly swatting your hand away from your mouth. "Malyshka, don't develop that habit, it's no good." He tells, sitting down next to you.

You frowned and sighed. "It can't be that bad if you do it all the time." You mumble, your head resting against your fist. "I believe the phrase goes 'do as I say, not as I do.'" He says, reading the problems on the paper. "This is easy, you can do this on the calculator, can you not?" He says, pushing the calculator towards you. "No. It says to solve it algebraically and I dunno how to do that." Fyodor stares at it for a moment, sighing. "We can YouTube this if it is such a big deal. Pull a tutorial up on your phone." Your father says, watching as you typed in the key words into the search bar. You propped the phone up against a candle in the center of the table, letting out a loud sigh almost identical to your father's. He glanced at you from the side of his eye with his brows furrowed, inhaling and watching the video.

The further into the video you got, the more annoyed and frustrated you got. You put your pencil down and buried your face in your hands, groaning as you did so. "Я так ненавижу это..¹" Fyodors expression immediately turned from a frown to one of surprise. "Did you learn that from me?" He asks, an eyebrow raised. You nod and hum in the affirmative, lifting your head back out of your hands and opening your eyes to the bright dining room lighting again. "You do a lot of stuff that I do. Are you just around me that much?" He asks quietly, his voice soft. "I guess so. Why? Is that a bad thing?" He shakes his head, "Not at all, it just really surprises me. I'm actually very happy about it." He says calmly, leaning over and kissing your forehead. "Guess you just haven't absorbed all of my intelligence. Finish your homework, Malyshka." He ruffles your hair and walks off to prepare dinner. "You couldn't solve it either!" You roll your eyes and pick the pencil back up, continuing your agonizing task of finishing your math homework.

Я так ненавижу это - "I hate this so much" loosely, it's from Google translate so idk how accurate that is 😭

A/n; - AHHHH I'm so so sorry if this looks/feels rushed, I hope it doesnt- I just had a hard time figuring out habits Fyodor might have besides nail biting, but I think I still did decent. Thank you so much for the request!! 🩷

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sanatomis · 4 months

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✩｡:*•.───── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.

it’s 3am, and six year old megumi fushiguro just woke up from a nightmare. the thing he wants to do most? seek comfort in your arms.

cw. this reader is gn, as the relationship with megumi isn’t developed enough yet for him to call her ‘mom’ but i plan on making future fics in the same timeline—which will then be a fem reader (just a heads up <3).

notes. healing my inner child through raising megumi with satoru? more likely than you might think. . .

It’s the soft shuffle of footsteps that first woke you from your slumber. Even after seven months of them being in your custody, you still haven’t gotten used to hearing footsteps that don’t belong to neither you nor Satoru—certainly not in the middle of the night. It’s probably why you were wide awake as soon as you heard them in front of your bedroom door.

As it stands, those footsteps don’t belong to you. Or Satoru. Or Tsumiki. They’re Megumi’s, and you know that because they’re so very quiet. As if he purposely makes himself small as to not stand out. Light as a feather in order to go unnoticed. Though, the small light in your hallway betrays him. It illuminates his figure, and allows you to see the shadows of his feet from underneath the door.

You glance at the digital clock that’s placed on your nightstand. 3:32am. It’s been ten minutes since the boy arrived at your bedroom door, and nine since you woke up. Will he finally summon the courage to enter, now?

A small frown settles between your brows. You attempt once more to untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s tight grip, to flee from his arms in order to take the little boy in front of your door into your own; it’s all futile, of course. When Satoru sleeps, he sleeps deeply, and he does so with you in his arms or not at all. He holds onto you as if you were a plushie, a teddy bear he could squish against him as much as his heart desires.

It’s endearing, sure, but it does put you in a bit of a pickle at the moment. You sigh, and glance at your friendly, sleeping giant. Satoru seems at peace. Cuddled into you from behind, it seems as if he doesn’t carry a care in the world. You smile, and make a mental correction. It’s very endearing—but still, doesn’t solve your current problem.

Tearing your eyes away from your boyfriend, you throw a worried look towards the door. He’s still there, and still lacking the courage.

“Megumi,” you whisper.

He stops pacing abruptly. It’s clear he heard you, despite the barely audible mumble of his name. And, though he's startled that you caught him, he doesn’t leave.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. There’s an attempt at pouring as much softness and gentleness in your voice as you can, not wanting to you scare him off. “You can come in, the door’s unlocked.”

The door opens very, very slowly. It seems everything Megumi does, he does so without creating too much of a fuss. All his movements are meek, careful—they’re made to not bother anybody. It saddens you a little, the fact that he’s so accustomed to making himself as invisible and easy to manage as possible.

A messy fluff of black hair appears in your line of sight. You suppress an amused smile at the sight. He shyly peeks into your room, one of his hands resting against the side of the door.

“Hey,” you say softly, and your eyes follow him as he quietly walks over to your side of the bed. He stops in front of you, but doesn’t speak. “Are you okay?”

It doesn’t take you long to notice the teary eyes, or the water staining his cheeks. You look at him sadly, and carefully bring a hand up to wipe the liquid off his cheek. He’s trying to be brave, you can see. Though the way his bottom lip shakes, and his eyes fill with tears again, completely breaks your heart.

“What’s wrong, Gumi?”

Megumi is really, really trying to keep himself together—ever the little adult that he is. Though his sniffles are quiet, they’re still there. They’re still present, and he’s unable to hide them. He’s crying. He’s crying, and came to you for comfort.

You shift on the bed, once again attempting to leave Satoru’s hold, and fail just as you have done before. A conflicted sigh leaves you. There’s little you can do to soothe him if you can’t get up. . .but he’s crying. The stoic, brave little kid that’s been residing within your apartment for many months now is crying.

Another tear falls down his cheek, and you make it your mission to catch it. “It’s okay,” you whisper softly, wiping the droplet away. The rustle of the covers beneath your hands is the loudest sound so far, as you push them aside to make place for him. “It’s okay, baby, come here.”

The solution to your problem isn’t one that’s welcomed eagerly. Megumi hesitates to snuggle under the covers with you—no, not with you, but with your menace of a boyfriend. He sniffs again, but doesn’t move.

“Gumi?” You mumble. A part of you fears it’s too much, too soon. It’s been seven months, and he’s difficult to open up. Perhaps cuddling into you is a step too far. However, then you see it; the way his eyes dart between you and Satoru. It answers a lot of your questions. “He’s fast asleep. You don’t need to worry.”

It seems he’s still a little unsure. Megumi gets rid of a lump in his throat, and frowns. “Are you. . .sure?”

“Mhm, he’s out like a light.”

That’s enough for him. Megumi crawls into the bed, and (albeit carefully) settles himself within your arms. He’s so very small—is what you think when he curls up against your chest. Such an adorable little kid, who definitely didn’t deserve the hardships he’s had to endure so far.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” You ask, voice muffled as you rest one of your cheeks on top of his head. “We don’t have to, but I’m here if you’d like to.”

Megumi’s breathing evens out. The shaky breaths and hasty intakes of air settle down, and you feel a sense of relief.

“I had a bad dream,” he confesses. It’s clear he feels a little stupid, reaching for you when he had something as fickle as a bad dream. “It’s—It’s not that important, but. . .”

“Why wouldn’t it be, hm?” You interrupt him, and gently brush a hand through his messy hair. It’s something he appreciates, as his eyes slowly flutter shut while he enjoys the feeling. “If it upsets you, it’s always important, Megumi.”

There’s another sniff. He’s crying again, though it might be for a different reason this time. Your arms hold him gently, and you sigh sadly when his small hands bunch up the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. You don’t push him any further. If he wishes to talk about what bothers him, then you’ll be here to receive him. Until then, you’ll wait.

“. . .You won’t leave us, right?”

Though, you hadn’t expected his worries to break your heart. They’re vocalised by a voice so small, so pitifully tiny that it nearly makes you doubt that it was Megumi who said them—Megumi, who’s usually all snark and bite towards your ever loving boyfriend. The mere fact has you squeeze him a little tighter.

“Of course, I won’t,” you assure him.

There are things you want to ask him. Such as, what brought this on? How come you feel this way, now? Is there anything I can do for you? But you don’t. It’s not what he needs right now.

“And—And what if you and him break up,” he mumbles. You realise he must be truly upset, and genuinely worried if he refers to Satoru as ‘him’ rather than some insulting word. “What will happen to me and Tsumiki, then?”

You smile, and kiss the top of his head. “We won’t break up, so, there’s no need to worry about that, baby.”

“But—But what if you do?”

There’s a sincere concern in his eyes. You grab his face and gently hold it in the palm of your hands. “Well,” you say. “I suppose, I’ll just have to take you two with me.”

Megumi’s bottom lip starts to tremble again. He forces it to still, just as he forces the tears in his eyes away by blinking. “Do you promise?” He looks at Satoru, and frowns a little despite his sadness. “You—You can’t leave me here with him, okay?”

It can’t be helped. You laugh, and it’s a little louder than you initially meant for it to be. There’s a hand placed in front of your mouth rather quickly, not your own, no, but Megumi’s. He looks at you with wide eyes, almost in disbelief that you managed to find the humour in this situation. You smile against his hand, and he only (hesitantly) removes it when you open your mouth to speak.

“I promise,” you say. “I won’t leave you or Tsumiki—ever. Not even with Satoru.”

That does the trick, it seems, as the boy settles back into your arms after giving you a swift nod and small mutter of acknowledgement. He hides his face into the crook of your neck, and sighs deeply. It’s filled with a lot of things; relief, sadness, but above all fatigue. It seems that, now that he’s calming down, his lack of sleep is catching up to him.

“Gumi,” you whisper, and start carding your fingers through his hair again. The slow movement soothes him, as his eyes slowly start to close. “Would you like to sleep with us tonight?”

You feel him tense up in your hold. It was to be expected, you think. Despite that, you deem it important for him to make that decision himself. You could easily let him doze off, but you know he will berate himself for it the next morning.

Megumi doesn’t move. “. . .He’ll be annoying about it.”

It’s not difficult to realise that the ‘he’ he speaks of is your darling boyfriend, who, admittedly, would be annoying about it if he were to wake up with Megumi suddenly asleep in your bed. It’s been seven months, and the kid seems to have Satoru’s personality down-pat. His comments would be relentless.

“No, he won’t,” you assure him. Though your boyfriend can be considered childish, he’s also compassionate—and you don’t doubt for a second that he’ll cut down on the teasing when you speak to him about Megumi’s troubles.

The kid moves in your arms. Megumi shuffles around a little to look at you, and doesn’t bat an eye when you gently brush a few hairs out of his face.

“How are you so sure?” He mumbles, the usual grumpiness when speaking of your boyfriend slowly but surely returns. It makes you smile; it’s a sign he’s gradually doing better again.

“Because,” you say, and gently poke his cheeks. His eyes crinkle, and his nose scrunches up a little, but he lets you do as you wish regardless. “I’ll talk to him. He won’t say a word, okay?”

There is little in the world that Megumi trusts less than Satoru’s ability to keep his mouth shut, but—if he were to appoint something that he trusts most, then it would surely be your ability to control your manchild of a boyfriend.

Megumi looks at you. In silence, of course. It’s one of the few things he has never minded. He blinks up at you. Once, twice, and then he goes to rest on your chest again.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I trust you.”

The three small words uttered by the six year old in your arms are enough to squeeze your heart. They meant the world to you, as they did to him. Your hold on him tightens momentarily, filled with too much affection to bear.

That went well, you dare to think. Could’ve gone a lot worse. In his hazy state, Megumi curls into you further—and rests one of his arms over your waist, just underneath Satoru’s. You fight a smile. Yeah, that could’ve gone a lot worse.

EXTRA!

It takes Megumi a little longer to get out of bed the next morning. Not because he’s so much more comfortable in your enormous (and ridiculously soft) king-sized bed—though, that does add to it—but simply because he’s a little nervous.

Both you and Satoru have already gotten up, which means the white-haired man must have seen him sleeping next to the two of you. But, it also means that you must have seen your boyfriend by now, which means you have spoken to him about. . .

He wants to get up. He should get up. You told him you’d speak to Satoru, and Megumi trusts you.

And it appears that his faith in you wasn’t unfounded, as the only thing that greets him when he walks into the kitchen is an overtly aggressive and way too enthusiastic rub over his head. Megumi swats Satoru’s hand away immediately, the regular scowl settling on his lips as the man rattles on and on about the breakfast you two had prepared for them.

Though, as irritated as he might be when finally sitting down at the table with the three of you—that stupid rub over the top of his head doesn’t feel nearly as bad now.

#ꕤ — sanatomis darling: gojo satoru #ꕤ — sanatomis darling: fushiguro megumi #each time i see baby megumi i feel the urge to pinch his cheeks my sweet boy :(#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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furryprovocateur · 4 months

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hey! first time i've hit an experience goal for a non-0 chapter since FFO! even more impressive is that it's the first 2000+ experience requirement i've met in the run! not to suck my dick, but i'm genuinely surprised i was able to get that done. anyways personal goal for this write-up is to get it done without needing a pastebin.

before anything else, quick point of order i wanna mention because i forgot to with the last write-up: last chapter, i used the hammerne with serra to renew the rapier, wolf beil, and a physic staff that was at 3 uses. it was the most economical uses of hammerne and i don't think there'd be anything else worth renewing besides maybe either warp or one of the legendary weapons in the final chapter (assuming i used one). but ultimately, i figured this was the most convenient opportunity and used it for them.

night of farewells is definitely a step back in difficulty, but it still has a lot to do and a lot of threats to manage. i mean. hell. look at this reference image i used for it (credit to melth on lparchive.org)

i could go over every single detail of that image, but the most important things are the following:

sonia with bolting has around 30 might and even though she doesn't move, with how condensed the level is, it makes her a force to be reckoned with.

the two steals are extremely annoying to deal with (even if you rush in with someone like florina to kill the sleep user early, you still have the berserk guy + potentially sonia to worry about. and the blue gem hero isn't exactly super threatening, but his position means you likely have to deal with him first before the bishops, giving them more time to fuck with you.).

that luna/sleep druid in the bottom right is an assfucker because he has insane range and never misses with sleep (or, at least, never missed any time i saw him use it).

lastly, archer island in the northwest is deceptively more dangerous than it already looks because the sniper there does serious damage (around 30 might), it's within range of sonia's bolting (again, around 30 might), and the wyvern knights + lord are nothing to sneeze at (the WL in particular, despite having the worst weapon, can hit the hardest, having potentially up to 35 might.).

in terms of strategy, this level is a lot more intimidating to route out than it is to actually play. on HHM, the bridges actually don't play that large of a factor in things. they change in 5 turn intervals and very few of them will actually disappear on you, so it's more about knowing what routes become available and when they do.

with all that in mind, i fielded the following people:

hector (mandatory)

heath and florina (genuinely my most useful units, far and away. i'm still consistently baffled at all the HHM tier lists i saw that put heath in mid. heath is arguably my BEST unit and literally solves run-ending problems that spring up.)

lyn and eliwood (shock and awe, i'm using the two lords i ditched asap! well, to be fair, they are good growth units for the experience rank, which, as mentioned, has become top priority for me. i also actually think i might promote them. i'm not married to that idea, especially considering that they're just not that exceptional in combat, but, if you missed the autism moment from last week, i calculated the remaining funds in the game and i can probably edge out promoting both of them + one more unit. speaking of that promotion. . .)

fiora (yes, i actually decided to promote her. it's not even because of sunk cost fallacy, but more for strategy i'll detail in a bit. she's not exactly a wrecking ball, but she's still in the upper crust of units to use for this chapter.)

farina (she's a good growth unit, and astute readers will notice that i have fielded literally all the fliers i have. fliers are my main linchpin of strategy in this chapter, as they invalidate a lot of the movement issues. heath + florina can do most of the heavy lifting while fiora can pitch-in and farina can get potshots for experience.)

jaffar and nino (mandatory units, but it's also a good excuse to try and build up nino for experience. she's frail, but if you give her some shields and let her pick off kills, she grows levels rapidly. jaffar himself is actually extremely helpful this chapter because assassins can still use lockpicks, and he's a lot bulkier than you'd expect an assassin to be. he's very useful for blocking roads and if dodgetanking fails, he still has the base stats to survive a hit or two. hell, in my run, he actually tanked the silver lance generals and even dodged a bolting from sonia. dude's good utility. though assassins can't steal, so that means we need to field. . .)

matthew (i absolutely need to steal that blue gem and angelic robe, and matthew is the best guy for the job. he's got slightly better stats than legault but a lower level, which is the ideal combo. he can also double as a growth unit after getting both steals, which really helps after you factor in the quick experience growth of thieves.)

bartre (remember how we need to hit level 5 promoted with bartre to get karla? i do. it helps that he's great for dealing with the western side's reinforcements being that they're exclusively lance-using fliers. i actually used him + jaffar to shield nino a bit for the WK reinforcements so she could get some potshots in and get experience when they attacked jaffar. meanwhile, bartre got so much combat attention that he ended up getting a fairly respectable amount of experience for himself as well.)

priscilla (this should be unsurprising. anyone who says serra is better is super wrong imo. though i love serra, the higher movement is just too helpful to pass up any time i have to pick between them. i would've liked to field both, but this was my last slot and it was either her, serra, or ninian (who's almost maxed out on experience). i made the right choice imo.

so, most of the chapter revolved around getting major threats dealt with via either heath or florina, and doing various shenanigans to get my growth units experience. there's not as many promoted units as you'd expect, and the only ones that spawn in as reinforcements are falconights in the northwest, which bartre eats w/red pepper seasoning. once i killed the sleep/berserk staff bishops, that was like half the battle done right there. the luna/sleep druid isn't really worth killing until turn 10, when a bridge that connects him to your main units spawns and he aggros.

if anything, having such a generous turn count (28) meant that i could take my time and breathe. it's still bizarre that HNM has arguably the hardest version of this chapter because of that obscenely tight turn count. if i had less turns, i'd have probably rushed florina to archer island and gotten her killed instead of taking it slow and burning out the ballistas and bolting + staggering pulling the WKs and WL. much like battle before dawn, if you can survive the first 6 or so chapters without any large mistakes, you likely can survive the rest of the chapter just fine.

anyways, florina killed sonia after some back-and-forth, and i seized on turn 25. i probably could've cut some corners and done it faster, but, again, i prioritized safety because i had the wiggle room already + i still finished with a profit. 15 extra turns sounds real good to me right now, and i imagine i should be able to swing the berserker relatively quickly. sands of time + battle preparations i'll lose a turn on both, but i should be able to save a shitload of time with warpskipping, worst case scenario.

rn my biggest worry is. . . i have like no weapons! or at least i desperately could use some more. hopefully i can buy a decent amount in cog of destiny. speaking of which, i'm still debating who to deploy. maybe erk/lucius/canas + farina/fiora/florina + priscilla/serra and that's it? i think cog has 9 deployment slots. let me check right now. . . yeah, hector + 9. cool. still need to think about it. cog is a weird ass chapter in HHM. i've been looking forward to it all playthrough. hopefully lloyd goes gentle on me (read: florina).

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