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gazelessmenagerie · 2 years

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( ..and that’s not touching on my ideas for broly’s power don’t align to other folks ideas sfnalsnfknflkjg tbh i think he can totally square up to a lotta things. the main reason why i just have not want to really ‘fight’ hard is bc he totally can beat tf outta so many things so its more of a ‘ I dont need to express my energy too much ‘ deal with him. but thats not to say he wont use his brawn for threats and follow them up when he doesnt get his way. He has the capability to destroy the universe if he wants to and no i will not be persuaded that he is anything less than that. But you know.. its hard to find food if he destroys everything. )

( im not saying he’s invincible but he sure as fuck isn’t meant to be a pushover and I try hard to juggle that with him not murdering muses but keeping his animosity and hella threatening aura as close as I feasibly can. )

( putting into perspective that amount of raw power is both fascinating and yet so infuriating bc his entire reason to NOT do that is bc ‘ lol fuck you dad. I’m living my own life........................ ............................... that I’m figuring out. ‘ and thats it. afldsjg its not a bad reason in my view, his inactivity or lack of ‘ambtion’ is part of his journey to figure out what it is he wants bc he never had the chance to think about it till now. What does Broly want? What COULD he want...? He has all the power he could ever have. He has free reign to do was he wish but he’s got things to work out on his own. ruling an empire is nothing new, he’s been worshipped, he’s killed, he’s destroyed. what good would starting another empire do for him than to give him some luxuries he finds temporary use for until he gets bored. Living out in that desert has been something of a strange conundrum in a way..

He could totally take over earth, make people worship him but what will he do after..? he doesn’t... necessarily have the ability to Rule as a king would. He knows the basic order but to keep it running is different bc that was Paragus’ entire shtick in a sense. Broly was just the means to enforce those rules when he was under control. On his own.. I dont think Broly would honestly care too much. He’d want food, be decorated in lavish things but he’ll grow bored of it on the eventual.

Now living out on the harsh lands. thats where he feels more at home. Facing down tooth and claw, testing his strength against the elements and beasts of varying kinds. It just feels more natural to him as much as it is lounging around doing nothing and enjoying the sun and wide open air. Just... so many small components come into play and they totally go ignored or they aren’t “noticed” by him or anyone unless someone pays really close attention to the way he acts and reacts to things.

as it was Pointed out before.. ‘ he’s never honest with himself ‘ and that just drives such a hard fucking stake in my heart bc its true. for all the power he has, he just... denies something in him that’s as equally in part of him as it is his rage and power. and yes this is totally me inserting my HC on Legendary Saiyans if I haven’t yelled about it enough. I just.. .really enjoy duality and opposing natures being at war with one another. Its just that survival specifically favored one side over the other but the diminished side has never left.. its just dormant but it resides still. Its just.. really good and such a fun little thing when I get to write on those rare moments he finds himself at a certain loss with his own feelings. )

( of course this goes without saying he wont ever show that to just anyone. anldfsjg just. i cannot stress how fucking hard it is to get through his shell. but the more people he meets and cares for, the worse he’ll be off bc his paranoia will be off the charts and it’s going to cause him to lose control over himself. As great as his power is, it comes with a heavy toll bc he never learned to control his own power and manage it beyond getting overwhelmed with power and outright Needing to expel the excess energy in a violent burst before he tears himself apart from the inside. To reach that equilibrium within during his Legendary state.. just.. whoo man. he’s got.. some good reason why he doesn’t always go Legendary both bc there’s a pretty good chance he won’t remember what he did during that state and the immense amount of strain it puts on him physically and mentally afterwards. )

( afnlsdjf which.. idk, i’d like to explore somehow if he would be willing to learn how to control his own Legendary power, i think that’d be fun but also so aggravating bc he’s stubborn and it’s gonna take months for him to get anywhere.. but he’d be better for it in some way. Not ceasing being a menace but at least he won’t destroy the earth in a fit of jealousy or outrage (possibly) )

( just.. anfalsdjg idk man.. I see and write a lot of facets for this bastard that really only get to show when he’s observed long enough but lmfao he doesn’t let people in that close on a usual basis. I just want him to have a better life at time and other times I just want him to drive himself up the wall with his senseless self destructive habits bc he just doesn’t know better than what was instilled to him and what his power does to him if he lets it take over. )

( he doesn’t know how lonely he is in truth or how much pain and sorrow he has beneath all the anger. again.. lots of feels anflsjg but jfc thats my tedtalk on like a tired and anxious brain. apologies if this made no sense bc i sure as fuck didnt proofread it and I wrote whatever came to mind. )

#|| Tag: OOC #|| Character Study: {Broly}#( ...i guess this is just Kuro spills out his thoughts bc Hw broke him and he has no brain at all to write but still has Thoughts(tm)#( lowkey thoughts. im tired and i want to sleep but i dont want to go to class anflsfklgjkjg )#( i think just the stress of getting assigned not only 2 thigns due tomorrow and its a shitload of questions. )#( but also having some mock-interview thigns to prepare for really got me over my usual threshold so )#( idk thsi is just how I try to deal with it bc stupid space gorilla is my fucking blorbo )#( and thinking about him kinda helps. now if only he can do my hw or at least blow it up. i'd be forever grateful )#( BUT ANYWAY. back to my thoughts. )#( tbh I think he shouldn't have been killed by the sun in the second movie anflsdjfsjg )#( bastard survived a exploding planet as a baby. can't really tell me he won't be strong enough to face the goddamn sun fully grown. )#( bUT AGAIN. plot reasons. anflanflkajg )#( Not really like.. /complaining/ just kinda splurging out thoughts bc trying to measure anything in this godforsaken fandom over power lvls #( is just a fucking nightmare and I dont wanna deal with that. )#( i just go by what my thoughts feel bc its my blog and I get to dictate how I want to make my interpretation of broly. )#( not to say i wouldn't be opposed to just plotting it out???? cause fuck man. I'm not here to try and overpower everyone )#( I just want a good story/rp experience as opposed to fighting over who's stronger or whatever db fans do typically. )#( idk AGAIN. TIRED BRAIN IS JUST TIRED AND SPLURging. anway thx for my tedtalk. )

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pleom · 4 years

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Hi :) May I request a fluff with kevin where you both like each other and the members rat him out pls? Thx

wc: 2.1k | CW: one (1) mention of weed

Saturday called your name. You had to wait painfully as the day dragged its feet through presentations and lectures. By the time the school day ended, you held no more excitement for the weekend as you sat in one of the university’s lounges waiting for your friend to drive you home.

All tuckered out from discussing and convincing your classmates of topics neither of you particularly cared about, you almost ignored Kevin when he approached you, phone two-inches from your face, headphones blaring in your ears at maximum volume, but then you remembered that he’s Kevin Moon, and when he’s got something to say, you listen.

“Sorry to interrupt you there,” he started, and from his backpack he pulled out a small container of—, “Brownies. I had baked them this morning and wanted to give some to you as thanks.”

“Oh,” was all you squeaked out, though it wasn’t a sound of disappointment or even mild surprise. You had heard about Kevin’s godly baking skills, from the full mouths of those he generously gave them to. Usually his classmates, sometimes the professors, and it was enough to instill that hope that maybe you'll be one of the receivers one day. Today, it seemed like an arbitrary gift. “Thanks for what?”

“For helping me with my group project.”

“Oh...Oh, yeah!” You gently took the container from Kevin’s hands. Soft confusion still lingering in your mind. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, I barely helped.”

“We got an A because of you!”

“Are you sure it was me? Because last I remembered, you guys did all the brute work, I just filled in the minor details.”

“Aren’t minor details the toughest part?”

You shrugged. You took a single brownie out of the container and put the rest in your bag. Kevin watched as you bit into it, humming a gleeful tune at the way you melted. It tasted even better than you expected. “This is too good to eat for free. How much do you want? Twenty dollars? Fifty?”

Kevin bit down a smile and waved his hand, sheepish. You noticed a brown mark on the back of his hand that wasn’t there the last time you saw him. You figured he must’ve burned himself.

“You’re just gassing my head.”

“No, I’m serious.” Kevin looked pleased to see you finish his brownie. “Did the others get some?”

The others being Sunwoo, Jacob, and Juyeon, the three who were assigned to the same project. You were actually called to help by Sunwoo, who pleaded and whined and bargained after your many attempts to say no, you had too much on your plate. Then, as a last resort, he began naming his teammates; guilted you with Jacob, tried to lure you in with Juyeon, and finally—the nail in the coffin—mentioned Kevin. You could imagine the cocky face Sunwoo must’ve had when he realized he had reeled you in.

You gave up on trying to deny his accusations. You wouldn’t say you had a full-blown crush on Kevin Moon, but you were definitely fond of him in a way that could be described as infatuation.

Now that the project’s done, you would see to Sunwoo’s promised reparations for the emotional damages he dealt. You were pretty sure he owed you five free milk tea bobas.

“The others?” Kevin’s face contorted in confusion for a split moment, like he had already forgotten who had worked diligently on the project with him. He didn’t sound completely sure of himself when he answered, “yes, they did. I baked an extra large batch for everyone involved. Even gave some to the professor.”

“Is that why you have that burn mark?”

Kevin looked down at his hand before covering it with the other. “Oh, that. Yeah, this is what happens when you have an oven only as big enough as you can afford.”

“When I say I feel that…” You became increasingly aware of the dwindling topics to speak about, so before an awkward silence has time to settle in, you stand up from your seat and raise a hand for Kevin to shake. “My friend is probably waiting outside for me right now. Thank you again for the treat, really appreciate it! I’ll make sure to share some with her to spread the love around. Seriously, you should patent that recipe.”

“Learned from the best,” Kevin chuckled. “Thank you for helping. See ya later.”

“See ya!” And you were outside less than a minute later.

Maybe you were the one that owed Sunwoo free drinks.

Saturday called and you answered, a bit more jubilant this time. Now that you had finished most of your homework and spent an hour cursing yourself to sleep over missed interactions with Kevin, you felt revitalized.

You took the bus to Sunwoo’s dorm and let yourself in. On weekends, Sunwoo’s dorm room was rarely locked, considering that it took the name as the unofficial common room of the apartment building. Today, it was less crowded than usual, which to you was a relief. That meant there were less people you had to fight for access to Sunwoo’s computer. At times, you felt silly for acting so starved, but when you’re a broke college student with only one shitty laptop to your name, you had to take your graces as they came.

Juyeon and Eric lied by the foot of the couch, competing with each other over some game displayed on Sunwoo’s TV. Sangyeon snacked by himself in the kitchen, and you spotted Changmin, Sunwoo’s roommate, quietly moving from room to room down by the hall.

You decided to head into the kitchen first, whether to steal change off counters or food from the fridge.

The fridge was destination number one, and frankly, it was empty. It was normally the usual sight, but you still had the faint taste of chocolate fudge on your lips that led you to ask, “you guys finished the brownies already?”

“What brownies?”

“The ones Kevin made yesterday.”

“Ah, man, Kevin made brownies?!” Eric shouted from his seat. He screamed a second later, which was followed by Juyeon’s laughter, then rose to his feet to mirror you at the fridge door. “I told him to wait till Haknyeon gave me my $20 back! Can’t believe he made edibles and handed them out without me.”

“They weren’t edibles. Kevin made regular brownies for me, Juyeon, Jacob, and Sunwoo. Said it was because we worked on a project together due last Monday,” you said. You found a seat by Sangyeon on the kitchen island. Juyeon, who had set down his controller to stroll in after Eric, looked puzzled.

“Huh? Kevin didn’t give me any brownies.”

“Kevin made brownies? Where the hell is he?” Sunwoo barged loudly into the room thereafter, with mussed hair and grease-stained shirt and looking wholly comfortable up till he heard the commotion in the kitchen. He swept the room and the living room for signs of the boy, and brushed aside ingredients in the fridge for a confectionary he apparently did not receive. He came back empty-handed and confused; you were no different.

“Uh, didn’t you get them yesterday?” You asked. You were met with Sunwoo’s blank stare. “He said he baked them for all of you. I have a few left back at my house.”

“Yeah, as far as we know, there are none,” Juyeon peeped, though he didn’t look half as bothered as Sunwoo did.

“Are we sure you’re not playing us right now?” Sunwoo narrowed his eyes at you. He looked just about ready to kick you out. Changmin walked in, eyes wide but mischievous. It’s obvious that he’d been listening this whole time, and something in his gaze said that he knew much more than both of you, and that he was withholding it for the sake of drama.

“Why would I lie?!”

“I dunno, to brag? To make us look like second-rate friends? You’re not even in any of Kevin’s classes!”

“Maybe he pulled a raffle…” Changmin said not-so-absentmindedly.

Sunwoo’s face was contorted with semi-offense. He patted his pockets before turning to dash down the hall to his bedroom, just in time for the front door to open and reveal the star in question. Kevin entered the room with exasperation etched clearly on his face. He didn’t seem to register you, his eyes glazing over people’s faces in search of one in particular.

Changmin, this time wide-eyed with panic, darted to hide behind the island.

“Hey, is Changmin here?”

“No!” Changmin yelled, slightly muffled. “But Changmin did relay a message. He said that he’s really, really sorry for any unfortunate events his actions may have caused. But he requests an extension on—”

“I’m too tired for this, Changmin. Just give me my—”

“Kevin, that burn mark still hasn’t healed?” You found yourself speaking without ever really considering what to say. You spoke on pure reflex, when Kevin came and leaned over the island kitchen with his hands curled around the edge, and the mark had turned less brown than inflamed red; the sight made you wince.

“Is that…!?” Eric’s jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the same sight. He dramatically fell against one of the kitchen stools. “Oh man, he really did bake brownies without telling us.”

Sunwoo came back just in time to witness the climax of Kevin’s-secret-brownie-adventure story. Kevin looked like a deer in headlights. Changmin took the moment to crawl out from beneath the island to escape into his room. Sunwoo looked genuinely betrayed by Kevin’s arrival.

“Yeah, sorry bro, but that constitutes a two week ban from our place unless you pay us back in both brownies and cookies with interest.”

“I don’t even care about the brownies itself anymore,” Eric said, still curled up over a stool. “How come they got to have some but not us?”

Something about Eric’s question set something off in Sunwoo. Suddenly, his dramatics cooled down, and he looked at Kevin slyly.

“No idea,” you said. At this point, as confusing as the whole thing was, you quickly grew tired of it. It became too much trouble for what seemed like a simple act of gratitude by Kevin, which was never out of character for him. And to top it off, now Kevin seemed to actively avoid looking at you, and the following disappointment was hard for you to swallow.

“I have some idea,” Sunwoo said, but he made no attempt to follow up on that statement. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, pleased with himself.

“I do, too.” Juyeon said and sounded like he had an epiphany. “I think Kevin must really like (Y/N) to be able to do that!”

Silence. All eyes in the room shifted from you to Kevin. Too scared to look directly at the boy himself, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye and saw the look of pure devastation on his face. Juyeon seemed oblivious to it all. Sunwoo, luckily, was there to reel it in.

“Hey, Juyeon, can I borrow you for a second?”

“Gah!” Unfortunately, the damage had been dealt. Kevin hightailed it out over Sunwoo’s apartment with you hot on his tracks.

“Kevin wait!”

You found him sitting out on the apartment steps, face buried in his hands. He didn’t respond when you called out his name, nor when you sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. The sight broke your heart, so you thought of ways you could help soothe his panic.

Reaching down you pulled Kevin’s hand into yours, the one with the bright red burn, and massaged it with the pads of your fingers.

“To be fair, I don’t think Juyeon’s assessment really holds any weight, so please, don’t worry about it,” you said. Kevin took a while to respond, but eventually he lifted his head. He didn’t look you in the eyes when he spoke.

“It does though,” he sighed. “I was going to wait for the right time to confess.”

His words made you halt.

“Confess?” You shot up straight, dropping his hand into your lap. “Kev, do you actually mean that?”

You watched as his ears and cheeks began to redden. He chanced a shy glance your way, and you could feel his fingers flex in your lap.

“Uh...depending on your reaction, hopefully…?”

Returning your hand on his, you pulled it closer to you. You traced around his injury, keeping an eye on his reaction in case he pulled back or winced with pain. Then, bravely, you interlocked both of your fingers and inhaled with relief when he tightened his grip.

You did it all without ever breaking eye contact, and with a small smile, you asked, “do you want to give it a try at least?”

Kevin’s stress seemed to have dissolved from him completely then. He mirrored your smile.

In the back of your mind, you hoped Sunwoo wasn’t scolding Juyeon too hard.

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me mentioning sangyeon in the kitchen once before dropping him entirely from the fic 🤡🤡 anyways anon thank u for requesting!! this was kinda cringe but also kinda fun to write so lol

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stylesluxx · 4 years

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replacement – a.skywalker

[warnings: maybe a little angst but eh]

summary: in which y/n replaces anakin

word count: 1,364

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When Anakin was assigned to protect you after an attempted assassination, you weren't necessarily too keen on the idea. You didn't want a babysitter but you understood why he needed to be there. You rejected the idea after the first attempt but after the second, you decided that it was getting more serious and your guards needed help.

"Senator Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," Anakin greeted you after walking off you ship in Coruscant.

"Nice time meet you, too. I know this is a mission, but I do hope your time with me won't be too miserable," You said and gave him a small smile.

"I'm sure we'll get along well. Senator Amidala praises you all the time, and she tends to have a good judge of character," He smiled.

"Yes, Padmé is one of my good friends. And I suppose any friend of hers is a friend of mine."

This was the start of a very good friendship. You and Anakin got along very well and he did a good job at protecting you. Spending most of the day together you got to know him very well. You expected him to be an uptight Jedi and he expected you to be an uptight Senator, but you were both pleased to find out it was the complete opposite.

One night when you were getting ready for bed, you noticed a shadow in the corner of your eye. You turned around to look in that direction but was interrupted by Anakin bursting into the room, his weapon in hand.

"Anakin what-" You started but was cut off by the sound of a blaster.

Anakin immediately made his way over to the figure and started to fight him. Anakin has the upper hand for a while but that changed when he tripped over something. This allowed for your attacker to get away but that didn't stop Anakin from following after him.

You dropped on your bed and looked around your messy room, but sighed in relief.

You knew Anakin would come to your room before he went to his just to check up on you, so you waited up for him. Your eyes began to droop tiredly after an hour or so and you got under the covers just to get comfortable.

You heard a soft knock on the door, making you jolt up in surprise.

"Come in!" You called. You frowned when you saw the shape Anakin was in. "Well what in the world happened, Anakin?"

He chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. Even in the dark, you could tell he was cut and bruised from head to toe.

"I wasn't going to let him get away. I needed to know who was trying to have you killed. I didn't necessarily get my answer but I'm closer than I was before."

"Anakin, you don't have to chase people down. It's your job to protect me, not investigate," You sighed. "But thank you, I do appreciate it. I don't like seeing you this beat up, but I do appreciate the effort."

"What's wrong with me being all beat up?" He teased and shrugged this shoulders.

"I don't like seeing the people I care about hurt."

"Oh, so you care about me now?" He raised an eyebrow.

"We spent every day together for the last three months. Of course, I care about you," You said and looked him in his eyes for the first time tonight.

His eyes always did something to you but tonight felt different. You realized that maybe you cared about him more than you should. You cared about your regular guards, but not as much as you cared about Anakin. You could feel it slipping into something that you knew was forbidden and you didn't want to risk anything.

You cleared your throat and looked in your lap.

"Well, you should go get some rest," You suggested.

He nodded and turned to leave. He stopped at the door and turned to look back at you.

"Goodnight Y/N," He smiled.

"Goodnight Anakin."

The next morning you woke up earlier than usual and got ready. You wanted to be awake before Anakin so you could go to the Jedi Temple by yourself.

You didn't really have a plan. You were just going to walk in and talk to anyone you knew. Luckily, the first person you saw was Obi-Wan, who you got acquainted with through Anakin.

"I just don't think him looking after me is the best idea," You said and looked down at your fiddling fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How come?" Obi-Wan asked, sympathy in his tone and eyes.

You sighed and thought about how you wanted to say what you needed to. You tucked your ear behind your ear and looked up at him shamefully.

"I think I'm starting to like him... and I know attachments are frowned upon for Jedi. I just don't think it'll be a good match. I don't want to put him in jeopardy of anything."

"I'll talk to the council. Thank you, Senator," He nodded and walked off.

You went back to the apartment and conveniently bumped into Anakin.

"Hey, I just got called to the temple. I was knocking on your door but you weren't there. Are you coming?" He asked you.

"I need to... shower, I stink," You quickly made up and sniffed your armpits, faking a face of disgust.

"You smell good like you always do. What's the matter Y/N?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"I just need to rest for a bit. But I'll be in my room when you get back. I promise," You said and turned to go walk to your room, leaving him alone.

You huffed and plopped on your bed, feeling guilty for not telling Anakin the truth but you also felt proud. You were proud that you weren't going to let your feelings get in the way of Anakin's job.

You decided to clean up but after a while, you were interrupted by a knock at the door. You walked over and carefully opened the door to an upset Anakin.

"You were at the temple earlier, that's why you weren't in your room," He started before you could greet him.

"Anakin-"

"So why don't you want me to look after you?" He asked impatiently. "Did I do something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable? Did I upset you?"

"Anakin, no. Not at all," You shook your head. "It's me, not you, honestly."

"Yeah sure," He scoffed and rolled his eyes, pushing himself in your room and shutting the door. He was determined to leave with all his questions answered.

"I'm serious Anakin. Please just... believe me."

"Then tell me the whole truth! If you want me to believe you so b-"

"I like you! Okay?" You huffed. "I like you and if you're around, I feel like I'll do something to jeopardize you being a Jedi. That's not fair, that's selfish. You love being a Jedi and I love you and I can't take that away from you, Anakin."

"I was not expecting that," He shook his head, his eyes wide in shock.

"Yeah well, you asked for it," You retorted.

"You can't just push away the people you love Y/N-"

"Uh, yes I can," You spoke over him, completely missing the rest of what he said. "Excuse me? Repeat that please."

He chuckled and restarted, "you can't just push away the people you love, especially the ones that love you back. That's selfish."

"You love me?" You asked barely above a whisper.

"Thought that was obvious. Thought that was why you wanted me gone. Last night, I realized I'd go above and beyond for you."

"Everyone had an epiphany last night, huh?" You chuckled and pushed your hair behind your shoulder.

"Yeah, what was yours?"

"I didn't want you risking your life for me. I didn't want to be the reason you were so beat up. I care about you more than my other guards."

"Well, it's good to know I'm special," He chuckled, teasingly.

"You've always been special to me, A."

"And you've always been special to me."

[AN: you can always send in requests btw. thx for the support <3]

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chocosvt · 3 years

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hi choco! this might me a somewhat weird question but when you write your fics, do you ever visualize your mc’s styles? like do you ever visualize what kind of clothes they would wear? i’m curious since i’m super into clothes and fashion and i wanted to know...if you had to assign styles and outfits and aesthetics to your mcs, what would they be, why, and can you give examples of their everyday outfits?

omg i love that question! i never would have expected to receive it erfewif and it’s indeed very interesting! so i thank u for asking it ♡

when it comes to my mc’s, i tend to think of them as blank slates. i don’t usually give them faces or hair or any features (unless it’s a scar/injury they’d sustained during the fic or in a past timeline), and there are times when i don’t even give them clothes fghvss (or i will just vaguely describe them in a “pink t-shirt” “pyjama shorts” “flowery dress” “silk underwear”-- stuff like that!) what the mc looks like isn’t my focus since i’m writing reader inserts, and i don’t want to be neglectful bc obviously everyone looks different! i’m sure there are times when i’ve botched this since I AM MERELY HUMAN n make mistakes 😔

on occasion i do have to describe some things pertaining to my mc’s, like in love café where the reader wore the dress to the dinner! maybe the person reading love café has nvr worn a dress in their life and can’t relate to that aspect, but it’s next to impossible to suit everyone! my focus is to build the mc’s character through their actions/decisions/changes ect!

ofc, there are times when i have envisioned specific outfits that i could see my mc’s wearing. for example, in fireflies, at the very beginning the mc is wearing a lengthy, lilac-coloured dress. it wouldn’t be as extravagant compared to what ppl from the upper village are wearing bc her family isn’t as wealthy. she would like to wear dresses that are loose, breezy, but still comfortable (since she works in the bakery n it gets very hot). though when she visits the castle it’s more heavier fabrics and layers. i tried finding pictures that suited what i had in mind but it was very difficult lol. i think the dress i included is closest to the style/fabric! another fic that comes to mind is the mc from a moon without stars. she is a florist and has a very specific outfit that wonwoo likes a lot, which are her overalls lol. i think similar outfits that r cutesy n have some sewn-in patches or denim would definitely be her thing!

ANYWAYS, those are my only two mc’s who come to mind, just bc those fics had such specific settings-- it was hard not to describe their clothing at some points. in terms of mc’s from different stories, their styles are way less developed and i don’t rly have any ideas for them! i guess for honey boy, the reader would have a very laid back fashion, unlike suri. she would probably wear a lot of clothes that would help her to blend in, like big plain sweaters or flannels. i’m not sure if this info was helpful or especially insightful but it was a fun question to answer! so thx very much!

#I WANTED TO ADD MORE EXAMPLES but i had such specific visions n the pictures i looked up weren’t rly capturing that #ANWYAYS!!#i hope u have a good day 🤙#n: moonbeam #t: choco’s letters

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uneven-odds · 5 years

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weird asks that say a lot

@promisedmistake asked me to answer these, thx love <3 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? - coffee mugs. 2. chocolate bars or lollipops? - chocolate bars. 3. bubblegum or cotton candy? - bubblegum. 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? -a fast learner, is easy to distract, friendly, ambitious and a good student. 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? - soda cans .6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? - formal. 7. earbuds or headphones? - earbuds. 8. movies or tv shows? - tv shows. 9. favorite smell in the summer? - rain. 10. game you were best at in p.e.? - völkerball. 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? -cereal or yogurt, a cup (or two) of coffee and sometimes orange juice. 12. name of your favorite playlist? - I have a few playlists but they are all untitled. 13. lanyard or key ring? - key ring. 14. favorite non-chocolate candy? - cookies (idk don´t really have one) 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? - the great gatsby by F.S.Fitzgerald 16. most comfortable position to sit in? - cross-legged. 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? - converse. 18. ideal weather? - cold and rainy. 19. sleeping position? - on my stomach with one hand underneath me and one beside my head. 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? - note book. 21. obsession from childhood? - Us5. 22. role model? - my grandpa. 23. strange habits? - i don’t know if it´s strange but I need to do things in a particular order. I need structure without it I feel kinda lost and anxious. 24. favorite crystal? - amethyst. 25. first song you remember hearing? - losing my religion by R.E.M. 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? - sunbathing and reading. 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? - staying in bed and reading a good book or binge watching a tv show. 28. five songs to describe you? - untold by RY X, coldest water by Walking on Cars, uneven odds by sleeping at last, bury a friend by Billie Eilish, Recovery by James Arthur 29. best way to bond with you? - humor. 30. places that you find sacred? - churches. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? - black jeans, black shirt and my red/black plaid shirt. 32. top five favorite vines? - fresh avacado, Adam, whats worse than..., dropped my croissant, ms. keisha. 33. most used phrase in your phone? - same. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? - none. 35. average time you fall asleep? - around 11 pm. 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? -ugh idk. 37. suitcase or duffel bag? - suitcase. 38. lemonade or tea? - tea. 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? - lemon cake. 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? -can´t think of one. 41. last person you texted? - my best friend. 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? - jacket pockets. 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? - hoodie. 44. favorite scent for soap? - honey. 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? - fantasy. 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? - a top and sleep pants. 47. favorite type of cheese? - cheddar. 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? - a lemon. 49. what saying or quote do you live by? - everyone is fighting their own battle, think before you judge. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? - insiders. 51. current stresses? - university and life in general. 52. favorite font? - I kinda like times new roman...so. 53. what is the current state of your hands? - dry af. 54. what did you learn from your first job? - that i hate it. 55. favorite fairy tale? -snow white. 56. favorite tradition? - every week, when my best friend and I are finished with grocery shopping we make something to eat and watch a movie or a couple of episodes from a tv show. I love it. 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? -I took help, I was honest to myself and my family, I cut strings with people that were toxic for me. 58. four talents you’re proud of having? - I´m a good listener, I learn fast, Writing and painting (a little) 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? - “fucking hell.” 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? - i don’t know I don´t really like anime. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? - “This is my design.” 62. seven characters you relate to? - Will Graham, Spencer Reid, Sansa Stark, Sherlock, Lucas from Skam France, Newt (Tmr) and Gina Linetti 63. five songs that would play in your club? - Rain over me, Sweet nothing, Unforgettable, Songs für Liam and Pound the alarm 64. favorite website from your childhood? - well there was this one called outside. I didn´t know what a website was in my childhood. 65. any permanent scars? - yes, on my arms and my knee. 66. favorite flower(s)? - roses. 67. good luck charms? - don’t have any. 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? - onions. 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? - that bees don´t have lungs..idk. 70. left or right handed? - right handed. 71. least favorite pattern? - dots. 72. worst subject? - p.e. 73. favorite weird flavor combo? - fries and ice cream. 74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? - 8 or 9 it depends. 75. when did you lose your first tooth? - I was 5. 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? - mashed potatoes. 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? - cactus. 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? -coffee from a gas station. 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? - school (or university) id photo. 80. earth tones or jewel tones? - earth tones. 81. fireflies or lightning bugs? - fireflies. 82. pc or console? - console. 83. writing or drawing? - writing. 84. podcasts or talk radio? - podcasts. 84. barbie or polly pocket? - barbie. 85. fairy tales or mythology? - mythology. 86. cookies or cupcakes? - cookies. 87. your greatest fear? - death. 88. your greatest wish? - to be happy. 89. who would you put before everyone else? - myself. 90. luckiest mistake? -account on fanfiction.de 91. boxes or bags? - bags. 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? - fairy lights. 93. nicknames? - I have quite a few.. 94. favorite season? - autumn. 95. favorite app on your phone? - tumblr. 96. desktop background? - starry sky. 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? -just mine. 98. favorite historical era? - renaissance.

#asks #about me #tag #personal #personal stuff #me myself and i #questions

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finding-rachel · 5 years

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Who am I?

I saw my therapist today. She’s a new therapist, and in being new, she is learning a lot about me and what shaped me into the person I am today.

Here’s the thing: I don’t know who I am.

I compared myself to that of Julia Robert’s character in Runaway Bride -- always picking up my partner’s interests and not really knowing what I really like myself. In the movie, Julia Roberts doesn’t even know what types of eggs she likes best; she always changes her answer to what her current beau favors. I mentioned to my therapist that I resonate with that part of the movie.

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Though I do know what my favorite type of egg is (scrambled, pls and thx), I really don’t know basic facts about who I am vs. what my partner and previous partners influences me to like.

After talking with my therapist about my childhood, we deduced that I grew up in an environment where everything was black and white, good or bad, right or wrong. There was no ‘in between’. I learned that emotions were part of the “bad” spectrum, because emotions showed weakness and vulnerability. Therefore, I learned how to hide my emotions and learned to please everyone else. In doing so, I masked my own emotions and masked who I am as a person. Basically, I am afraid to have a different opinion because I’m afraid my opinion is wrong, and wrong = bad, and being bad = guilt.

This happens with people I am dating. I am so afraid to be wrong that I’m hiding how I feel in order to please. I’m afraid to pick the wrong restaurant for brunch because God forbid, he doesn’t like the meal. I’m afraid to pick the music in the car because what if everyone hates my tastes? My everyday language is filled with repeated “Sorry”s and “Are you sure”s.

I’m so afraid to be wrong that I lost myself.

I’m so afraid to be wrong that I’m afraid the core of myself is unloveable, unlikeable, unworthy.

I’m so afraid that I’ll never know who I am.

My first assignment from my therapist was to basically sit here and think of things I like independently. Things that I enjoy that weren’t interests given to me by my boyfriends and partners. Things that I have found over the years that I like and enjoy.

Things I like to do:

Walking

Running

Lone Hikes

Taking Pictures

Go to the Gym

Challenge Myself (via weight loss and strength)

Independent Competition

Baking

Trying Recipes

Volunteering

Writing

Going to concerts

Girls Nights

Brunch

Host Parties

Reading (Sci-Fit might be BF related. Definitely fiction and fantasy, though)

KETO

Make-Up

Things that are questionable:

Soapmaking

Sci-Fi (? I enjoy it but is it because of Jack or because of myself?)

Things I don’t like to do:

Serious* team sports

Structured Dancing

Laundry

Coffee Dates with acquaintances

Texting

Clubs

Breweries without wine

Food I like to eat:

Vegetables

Salads

Ice Cream

Burgers

Most food, really.

Food I don’t like to eat:

Peanut butter, bleh.

Peanuts

Chinese Food

Pastas

Bread

This list will be updated and changing as I reflect on life. My short-term goal for myself is to get out of bed with enough time to actually get ready. Tomorrow, when I wake up at 5am for clinical, I hope I put on some decent make-up.

Self help is long but reward-able road. Looking forward to seeing you guys at the end!

#self love #self care #self help #blog #finding myself #love yourself #self-care #who am i

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bedlamgames · 6 years

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Q&A #86

Getting much, much closer to the hotfix with the assignments and other fun stuff.

Now though some questions that needs answering. This time I’m going to try and fix at least some of these as I come to them rather than doing what I usually do and add them to a document to plow through later.

Anonymous said: imported a character that was made for normal, can confirm insane amounts of drinking, if you have 10 or more slavers at least 1 is hungover.

joyfullyunadulteratedruins said: On the Hungover question: Oh I see. Yes, I was playing on Hardcore. It was just a little annoying that they ate up 20+ supplies.

Lots of people did say that they wanted hardcore to be harder :)

Then next update proper I’m adding the buyable camp upgrades and what I’ll probably do is adjust the prices based on difficulty. Always taking feedback so will see how the threading the needle that is the difficulty goes.

Anonymous said: Found a really weird bug. When you enslave one of your slavers they seem to immediately be getting the the highest level of biomancy lips which is weird. Also if you look at encampment status, the slavers on assignment/total numbers are wrong and may help you find why the slaves to slavers thing isn't working, but not sure. And one final thing; despite being an option, there is no maid armor. It just returns manacles/fetters and that is disappointing since one of my slavers is a Pretty Maid.

Need to do some testing on slave to slaver stuff anyway so will check those lips out. I think the encampment status is right on checking it as the Slavers currently on assignment shows the number busy out of the number you have while the bottom bar splits those up.

Checked and you were right. There is maid armour, but the weighting was pointing to restraints instead.

Anonymous said: Managed to bug a character out of existence by doing the Advanced domination mission, it was my second in command who got wiped away... I didn't have a second slaver so I ended the assignment and the slave he was training on his own mission was returned and he's gone entirely.

Ah okay, looked and I can see exactly what was doing that and it was super messed up, so sorry about that. Should be sorted for the hotfix

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/2bVviYp the ghost of assignments past is haunting me again. as a side note the highlighted slave came out of advanced obedience training done by the PC and before I could do anything she got gang-banged and lost her innocence, furthermore I haven't scouted aversol in this safe-file yet and all assignments there had been done, loaded the game today and this imgur /a/1Ont61d greeted me in the city, not complaining but hella weird.

I think advanced obedience training robs innocence anyway if I remember right. There are assignments that can get you city of aversol assignments like Sweet Elixir but that does seem like alot.

Anonymous said: have you considered just taking all questions that need a "thanks for telling me" answer and just giving them a k/thx/bb group answer so that people can see what bugs have/haven't been reported yet

I do normally when there’s a lot if you look back at some of the older Q&As. This time though there were so many it was reaching the point where even I was starting to glaze over, let alone for someone else reading these posts, so ended up just copying them over to a document to dissect later.

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/3DYHjlk uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh what?

[0.803] imgur /a/As3tSX2 another case of uuuuuuuuh what?

That looks to me like the unexpected return text cropping up again. Will make sure to wipe that variable when it’s done.

Anonymous said: What are each of the races classified as in the size range?

If you mean the items then it’s goblins and dwarfs for small, everyone else for regular, and ogres for big which is from before when I added heights for everyone. So now that you can shrink an ogre down to goblin side means that I need to overhaul that sometime.

If you’re talking descriptions then that’s a better more recent system. The rough grouping are as follows from usually smaller to usually bigger.

Goblins, Dwarves, Legion

Neko, Harpies, Kitsune

Everyone else

Orcs, Draenei, Asanei, Horned Ones, Amazons, Trolls, Draki, Lamia, Golems

Ogres, Centaurs, Lizardmen, Driders

Anonymous said: [0.803] is it normal that I'm not getting any monster race slavers through level ups anymore? doesn't matter if it's exploration/marauding/defending/scavenging/infiltration/diplomacy/trading/crafting/corruption. no centaurs/lamia/harpies/lizardmen etc. just humans and elfs and dorfs.

It is yeah. I had a look over the odds on those awhile back and now you’re a lot more likely to get the more common races on level ups.

Along with race specific assignments outside of the ones that already exist I’m planning to have an advanced version of the Dockside assignment where you will be far more likely to get cooler more customized slavers.

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/dn2ZU19 so I sent the drakis mistress on quick as you like, due to that assignments coding she doesn't take the draki along with her, but when I assign the draki to another assignment she creates a magical doppelgänger of the mistress, and in this case I already know that she succeeds but doesn't crit and that her name is gonna be tinaslut sweetcheecks

[0.803] (update on tinaslut) so I just took her on a human village raid and it failed, she became alluring and I enslaved her, then I sold her to the whoremakers and the draki-maid(slaver) disappeared along with her but is still blocking the slaver slot.

[0.803] imgur /a/Ty9QXSR I essentially have 3 "May Schlosser" now, 1 disappeared on quick as you like but is the 21st slaver, 1 is raiding a farm and 1 is accompanying the draki on the sissy farm, while the draki herself is also a copy being both on the farm assignment and on the sissy farm assignment at the same time I think the owned sub-system is thoroughly broken

Oh owned slavers you seemed like such a good idea at the time. Not at all happy with how they’re currently implemented and as you’ve noticed they’re still super wonky.

Will probably put a stopgap measure of blocking owners from going on that one for now until I can go back and sort it out properly.

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/UhQ755O huh? it won't accept 100, it won't accept 100g it won't accept 500, it just doesn't accept ANY amount of money I enter

I think that was part of stopping the game crashing as part of the RAG3 make working. Then not that it does anything currently anyway. Next update proper I’m tackling the debt to the Ensnared Rose so it actually has effects.

thelastkillstreak said: Any chance of an event chain where you use a slave as a sub, but they end up finding out about your 'inclinations'?

Yes absolutely. Main plan for that initially is going to be when I tackle bedwarmers. Let’s just say that taking a hypnotic or dominator slave to share your bed who isn’t totally obedient is going to be a fun time.

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/4TH1fJS on the first attempt of enslaving the game decided that I actually wanted to talk to her, and then it wants her to be more vulnerable even though she is already alluring? is it because she has a draki baking her or why?

You’re right. That one was a stop gap fix for now to stop more owned slaver oddness.

Anonymous said: [0.803] imgur /a/OISefMY I sent a male draenei on quick as you like, and somehow his original name gets called, then he has an entirely different name, and returns as a female.

[0.803] update on the male to female draenei, enslaved her and somehow she has 122 con

I’m guessing that was probably his xp, will check. The original name bit is odd, though him coming back with a new name and a lady is working as intended.

#Q&A

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80srichie · 7 years

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just a bet

HEY HI WADDUP

so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like.... its not important

ANYWAY

THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS

THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX

there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo

YEAH

anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five, six

Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all.

Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades.

“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

“I have not, what’s so important about the new kid?” Richie asked, closing his locker. Beverly pushed herself up and started to walk down the hallway with him. “Well, I have to give him the tour today. I saw him in the office. He’s cute and gay.” She chuckled, hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of her overalls.

“Now, now, Bev. How do you know this poor guy is gay?” Richie asked, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.

“He’s wearing the shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, Richie. I’m serious they’re shorter than some of the ones the girls here wear.”

Richie scoffed. “Don’t make assumptions, Marsh. Do I look gay to you?”

Beverly stopped him from walking and narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to study him. “Yes.”

Richie rolled his eyes, shoving her off of him playfully. “Fuck off.” His tone sounded mad, but the smile on his face said otherwise.

The two arrived into their first period of the day, English. Beverly sat in the seat across from Richie, Stan and Bill joining them mere moments later. Beverly was mentioning to the other two guys about the new kid when she gasped quietly. “Richie, I have a bet for you.”

“Oh, do you?” Richie asked, glancing up at her through his glasses.

“I bet you can’t get with the new kid and sleep with him in under three months.”

She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. She had a smug smile plastered on her face.

Richie narrowed his eyes at her. “And what do I get if I do?”

“The satisfaction of completing a bet and keeping your ‘never says no to a bet’ reputation.” She responded, smirking.

Richie huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Fine. If I do, however, you have to make out with Bill.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree to th-that.” Bill frowned.

“Who said you had a choice, Big Bill?” Richie grinned.

Eddie Kaspbrak didn’t want to move to Derry. He really didn’t. After his parents got divorced, his mother decided the best way of dealing with her problem was to move back to her hometown. Eddie had to leave his friends back in Michigan but his mom never gave him a choice. He never had a say in which parent he lived with when he got to see his dad, but he dealt with it. Every time he brought up the subject, his mother shut him down and insisted she was the ‘better parent’ for him. Eddie despised the thought of starting over in a new school nearly halfway through his senior year.

Eddie sat in the main office, glancing around at the various colorful posters strewn about the room’s walls. “Eddie Kaspbrak.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, making eye contact with a girl. She had short, fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. “Hi. I’m Beverly.” The girl- Beverly- held out her hand. Eddie stood and shook it, proceeding to grab his backpack and throw it over his shoulder.

“I’m assuming you’re giving my tour?” Eddie asked.

Beverly made a noise of agreement, tilting her head towards the main office exit door. “C’mon shortstack. Time’s a-wastin'.”

Eddie listened as Beverly explained where all his classes were, what staircases to use, and even where to sit at lunch. She finally stopped in front of a classroom, looking to Eddie. “You should be in 2nd period, Chemistry. Good luck.” Beverly walked off and down a staircase, giving him a wave as she disappeared around the corner.

Eddie let out a breath, slowly turning the handle and pushing open the classroom door. Every head in the room turned to look at him as he walked in and he instantly felt nervous.

“Ah, you must be the new student. Eddie, is it?” The professor asked. Eddie nodded. The teacher pointed to a table in the back corner of the room. “You’re in luck. We assigned new project partners today so you haven’t missed anything. You’ll be partnered with Mr. Tozier.”

Eddie glanced over to find a (cute) boy sitting alone at a table. He smiled at Eddie, waving him over. Eddie walked over, sitting down on the empty stool next to the boy.

He grinned. “Hey, I’m Richie.” The boy- Richie- said, using his pointer finger to push up the glasses on his nose. “And you’re Eddie.” Eddie nodded. “That’s me.”

“So, Eds, why’d you move to Derry?” Richie asked, leaning dangerously far back on the stool.

“My parents got divorced and my mom grew up here. If I had a choice, I would’ve stayed in Michigan. And don’t call me that. My name is Eddie.”

“Whatever ya say, Eds.” He said, winking before sitting on the stool properly. Eddie felt himself blush.

Richie sat in the plastic lunch table chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Beverly attempt to braid Stan’s curly hair. Bill glanced over at the entrance to the cafeteria and nudged Richie.

“Hey, it’s the new kid.”

Richie glanced over and smiled, watching as Eddie found an empty table and sat down. “Should I ask him to my game?”

Beverly chuckled. “Of course. Three months starting now, Tozier!”

Eddie held a plastic tray in his hands, trying to figure out what lunch table to sit at. He looked around the room before spotting an empty table. He walked over and sat down, starting to pick at the ‘food’ he was given.

“Hey, Eds!”

Eddie nearly jumped out of his seat. “Jesus, Richie.” He mumbled, looking over at him.

Richie had a smirk on his face. “I scare ya?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, stabbing his plastic fork into the disgusting excuse for green beans. People had warned him about Richie all day, more or less saying ‘do not fall for him.’

“So, Eds… You are gonna come to my soccer game after school.” Richie said, leaning back in the chair and smiling.

Eddie raised his eyebrow. “I am?”

Richie nodded, reaching over and eating a fry from his lunch. “You are!”

Eddie frowned smacked his hand away from his food. “Is this your way of trying to help me fit in? Because I’ve heard about you and I’m not interested.”

“Heard about me how?”

“The fact that you lead everyone around you on.”

Richie fake gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “I am offended, Eds! You think I’m a slut?” Well, I was with your mom last night-”

Eddie rolled his eyes once more. “If I go to your game, will you shut up?”

Richie grinned. “Only for now. See you then, cutie.” He got up, shooting Eddie a wink before walking back over to his friends.

Eddie was blushing like mad and silently cursed at himself. He didn’t like Richie, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Eddie sat uncomfortably in the stands, annoyed at how loud and obnoxious the students around him were being. He tried to watch the game, but to be completely honest, he didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was Derry High was winning.

Richie was sitting on the sidelines beside Stan. “Did he really show?” Stan asked doubtfully. “I don’t think he would.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie retorted. “Top right corner of the far right stand. Blue hoodie.”

Stan’s eyes gazed across the crowd before spotting Eddie sitting amongst the rambunctious teenagers. He chuckled, using his mouth to pop open the mouthpiece of his water bottle. “Nice job, Tozier. Think you can do it?”

“Of course I can, Stanley. Do you know how easy it is? He blushed because I winked. I’ve got this in the bag.” Richie responded, standing and walking closer to the substitute flag so he could go in for Bill.

Eddie watched the game the best he could, trying to keep his eyes on Richie. That’s why he was even here, after all. The large clock said there were 2 minutes remaining in the game. Someone on the team had gotten the ball to Richie, but someone on the other team tripped him. The ref blew the whistle, calling for a direct free kick. Richie placed the ball near the goal where the ref told him to. He took a few steps back, before running and kicking the ball, scoring their team a goal. His team surrounded him as the stands cheered. Derry had won and Richie had scored the winning goal.

Eddie made his way out of the stands, leaning against the side of them. He was texting his mother to tell her he was on his way home. As he started to walk away, he heard a voice call out his name. Eddie turned on his heel to find Richie jogging toward him.

Eddie made a face at the amount of dirt and sweat that was on him. “You look disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as me and your mom last night,” Richie smirked. Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“You’re gross and I’m leaving,” Eddie said, starting to walk away.

“Not before going out to get ice cream with me,” Richie called. Eddie stopped walking and turned back around.

“What?”

“You and me, ice cream. What more explanation do you want?”

“Who said I was going with you?”

“I did!”

“It seems like I never seem to have a choice with you, do I?”

“No. No, you don’t. Stay here, I’m going to go change and shower unless you wanna join me.” Richie winked.

“You’re gross and I hate you,” Eddie responded as Richie walked away. Eddie tried to ignore the blush that he felt growing on his face at a mere wink. He couldn’t like Richie. He couldn’t- and wouldn’t.

But he did.

HEY HELLO

i really like this idea so PART TWO??? LEMME KNOW

also you can ask to be on the perma taglist or just the taglist for this fic i can do both

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thank you for reading <3

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britshits · 7 years

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do you think cis muns can play trans/nb chars? i know this opinion varies but i remember coming across a post that said cis muns shouldn't and now i see a lot of that happening

boy, oh boy… this question …………………….. is like 110% up for debate ?? hell, im not 100% on where i personally stand bc there are legit SO MANY FACTORS ??? pls don’t read this thinking it’s gospel bc it’s truly not and ik this gon turn into some long ass semi-rant, so scroll for a tl;dr, but … [ cracks knuckles ] let’s gO !

i’ll be 100% real n say that i am always, always going to be uber picky when i come across cis muns playing trans/nb muses. i instinctively raise my hackles and put everything they do under the microscope, mainly bc they ( obviously ) don’t have first-hand experience of the pressures / prejudices / issues / feelings etc. that are exclusive to our community, so they have a tendency to fall into all the harmful tropes when it comes to trans characters—and, without that innate understanding of our struggles, they don’t see how these things can be damaging. there’s also the whole issue of the media perpetuating this bs, so really, while research can do wonders, it’s never gonna be a catch-all solution.

that’s not to say i don’t think that cis people can write solid, unproblematic trans characters. i have most definitely met people who are cis who’ve played wonderful trans and/or non binary charries, whom i adored and would educate themselves and readily listen to any tips that i or other trans people gave them. i actually haven’t met a cis person who has played a non binary muse in a way i have an issue with so far. ik that there’s a general issue in the rpc with people changing their charrie from cis to nb to fill a ratio, which is a Mess and a Half, and ofc the assumption that the character’s assigned sex at birth matches that of the face claim. but, other than that nasty business, the majority of cis ppl playing nb charries are #tight and willing to learn, at least as far as i’ve experienced.

when it comes to binary trans muses tho … lmfa o ….. where do i even begin ?? like idk what it is about cis ppl but a lot of them are just absolutely OBSESSED with what’s goin on in a trans person’s pants ?? i mentioned this in another ask, but bruh… if i had a pound for every time some1 has fuckcin offhandedly brought up / alluded to my charrie’s downstairs configuration when we’re plotting, i’d have enough money to buy this blue hellsite and shut it tf down like i goddamn want to, but anyway !! the reason i bring this up is bc i see so many ppl who have this approach with their own characters—i.e. fetishising them. i mean if ur trans, u do u man, sexualising ur charrie is ur prerogative ?? but fuc k n cis ppl doing this…………………….. mmm hooo my go dd … do u realise how disgusting and nasty this shit is ??????? i mean trans ppl have enough shit w/ ppl sexualising us irl ( esp. trans women !! they literally have it so fuckn rough w/ tht i cant even begin 2 describe ) so like, leave it out of rp thx ???

but nope !!! y’all can’t do that !!!!!!!! (((((((((: tbh in the rpc, most of the bs seems to affect trans male muses, as far as i’ve seen. i think it’s partly bc trans female muses are so few and far between, which is an issue in and of itself, but also bc a lot of the rpc is so fuckin guilty of the nasty obsession with m/m ships. it’s usually cishet girls who pull this shit and they pull it w/ all males tbh, like they legit use gay guys as a fuckn object like “OMG !!!! GAYSZ !!! SO CUT E I LOVE THEM !!! COME SHIP W/ ME I LOVE GAY BOYZ !!! :’)” lmfaooo miss me w/ this shit !!! u wanna chat about lesbians being fetishised by cishet men and yet u only give a fuck about mlm when they’re being a cutesy lil otps or banging it out so u can flick ur bean hmm ?? i see u. but yeah, it’s not exclusively cishet girls who do this shit… like, cis ppl in general are pretty shit at playing trans males, specifically. like you’re lucky to find a single starter that isn’t tagged as “indie smut rp” or “indie gay rp” or if their threads aren’t laced with sexualised scenarios or worse… the dreaded C-Word. like bruh if ur not a trans male u literally have no business using that word regarding ur muse. ever.

tbh 99% of the time they don’t even realise just how gross they’re being, bc, as i mentioned before, they don’t have any concept of what it’s like to be trans and how gross and intrusive ppl can be towards us. they think that it’s just the same as writing any character and that they can sexualise them if they want to, without realising that .. it’s very different when you’re outside that community. you’re not exploring an aspect of your identity, so much as reducing someone else’s to a very, very small sector of theirs and then using it for entertainment.

tl;dr: it’s literally a clusterfuck of nope tbh and, on a personal lvl, i’m almost at the point of thinking it would be better if cis ppl don’t play trans charries, bc the bad far outweighs the good in terms of how harmful it can be. that said, i do not think that telling cis ppl not to play trans characters is the right thing to do, bc of the following:

the people who do the disgusting things i’ve mentioned above or anything else that’s nasty don’t listen to us anyway, so it’s not gonna solve that problem.

it reinforces the “write what you know” mantra, which i think we can all agree is so old n outdated in 2k17.

sometimes writing characters is how people manage to learn new things about themselves. i’ve actually met people who, through their character research, have realised that they identify as non binary or trans. having an outlet for feelings they may be having really helps some ppl along.

lastly, and what i personally believe to be the crux of this issue, is that by trying to police something like this you are essentially forcing disclosure of ooc gender. not everyone is comfortable or ready to say they are trans or they may not be sure about their gender identity at all, so forcing them to make it known for the sake of playing a character is not okay. and, ofc, we have the obvious addition that ppl lie, so you’re relying on good faith to carry it out.

so yeah, that’s my v. long-winded two cents on the matter. i have a feeling i’ve missed some details, but it’s 3am and i need to be up by like 9:30 so that’s all for now !! feel free to drop me another question if i’ve fuckt anything up or u would like clarification on anything !

#rpt #rpc #anonymous #answered #rpq #trans #tagging w/ rpq ( rp questions ) bc they gettin lost on my blog

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