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ash-says · 2 months

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Tips for Dysfunctional Family Girlies Part 2:

1) Get your basics straight. Education. Boundaries. Financial independence. Further breaking it down and linking it if you get proper education at some point you are bound to get an awareness of this world, if you are able to adapt and improvise yourself and develop your emotional intelligence and get your boundaries straight you will save yourself a lot of unnecessary drama and problems. Education (formal and informal) both will help you in gaining opportunities and if you are financially independent, you are holding the power to make your own decisions.

2) Develop thick skin. Your mom is calling you names. Slut, whore and what not. Your dad doesn't trust you and abuses you physically. So, what now? Are you going to let them define what you are or internalize the anger and use it as a fuel to become successful? Choice is yours.

3) They say you don't owe an explanation to anyone. Sorry to burst your little bubble. Actually you do. We live in a society and have relationships that we need to maintain for survival. This hyper independent stuff is only good to read. We have responsibilities that we need to fulfill. If you don't owe an explanation to anyone then don't cry about a closure from someone too. If you can live by this go ahead and practice it.

4) Stop isolating yourself. That's it. That's the point.

5) First kill the fear inside you. Being a rebel outside the house is no good. Be disciplined. Know how to manipulate your family members in your favor and if you can't just find the weak points and threaten. I know it's difficult to implement but you learn through trial and error. Plus something is better than nothing.

6) Stop glorifying people who treat you with kindness and love. That's the bare minimum. Just because you didn't get it served in a silver spoon doesn't mean it is not served in a silver spoon. People can have ulterior motives and even if they don't fix it in your brain that's normal. No rose colored glasses allowed.

7) Don't be afraid of indulging in your sexuality. No I am not saying go and have sex with people. I mean it in a deeper sense. Connect with the repressed sexual side and try to find healthy outlets. Don't dim yourself to fit in others'expectations or to ease someone's insecurity. Be unapologetic about your wants and desires. Know yourself. It's a powerful energy source if you know how to use it positively.

8) Cry, cry and cry. Wail like a child. No need to keep it all in. No need to act like a macho woman BUT only in front of your god or your belief system. Max in front of your truly trusted people.

9) Question everything as easily as breathing. Doubt every thing. Every action. Every person. What proof do you have to not doubt ? Stop giving benefit of doubts. Stop looking for excuses on how they could be good and instead look for ways in which they can harm you. That's your lottery to be poised and composed. It's just what it is.

10) Obsession. We have it in loads. That's natural to us. So the trick here is to be obsessive. Hella obsessive but about things, topics, goals, subjects, inanimate things,etc. God forbid but never be obsessive about a person. Not even over your dead body. Why? For that I need to make another detailed post I think.

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milswrites · 20 days

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The Trials of Aphrodite Part Three

~ Azriel X Fem!Reader

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Series summary: Hopelessly in love with Elain, Azriel enlists your help in order to win her over. The only problem? You have been in love with Azriel for as long as you have known him.

Chapter summary: Azriel receives a lesson in flirting.

Warnings: A bit of angsty pining. Teeny bit of suggestiveness.

It was a familiar scene; you staring at Azriel.

And Azriel staring at her.

Want swimming in his hazel eyes as he absorbed Elain's glowing figure as she pottered about in her garden, lips parted in awe as he took in her soft features and natural beauty.

All the while your eyes stayed locked on him. Wonder filling your own gaze as you marveled at the admiration which flowed freely from the male next to you. Azriel's intense stare providing you with an insight into all the love he had to give. A love that would never be reserved only for you. A type of love that he would only ever feel for Elain.

"So how's this going to work?" you ask in an attempt to break Azriel from his lovestruck spell, swallowing your pain as you noticed the love draining from his eyes as he turned his gaze to you.

"I don't know, I was hoping you would tell me what to do" he nervously mumbled, peeking back over the rosebush the two of you were hidden behind to double check that Elain hadn't spotted you.

"Gods this is ridiculous, Az just go over and talk to her!" you exclaimed, your raised voice being met with the anxious shushing of your worrisome friend who was afraid of being caught.

"Gee thanks I wonder why I haven't thought about doing that before. . . It's because I can't!" his sarcastic reply was met with a flat look from you, certain that the only reason Azriel was finding this difficult was because he was the one making it that way.

"Az, how hard can it be? Just compliment her or something!" you sighed, wondering how Azriel could ooze confidence in every aspect of his life apart from when it comes to romance.

"It's not that easy. I've tried. . . look last time I complimented her I asked her if she was the cauldron because I wanted to drown in her eyes" he awkwardly admitted, embarrassed eyes cast to the ground in shame.

"You compared Elain to the cauldron?" you asked unimpressed, astounded at your friend's boundless stupidity, "Elain who quite literally drowned in the cauldron in what was probably the most traumatizing event of her life."

"I didn't say the line worked" Azriel grumbled, not liking the chuckle of disbelief which slipped from your lips at his hopelessness.

"Obviously not, we wouldn't be crouched behind a bush right now if it did" you retorted, unable to stop the fit of giggles which followed as you tried to imagine Azriel's pitiful attempt of flirting backfiring on him.

"Are you going to help me or are you just going to sit there and laugh at me?" Azriel huffed, not sharing in your amusement at his misery.

"Fine, fine. Just go over there and compliment her dress, girls like it when guys notice that kind of thing" you suggest, trying not to turn red as you recall the time when Azriel had first complimented one of your own dresses, having continued to wear it every time you saw him for the next few months with the hope of him praising you again.

"Great, what do I say?" your friend asked, but not before you shoved him right into the heat of the fire by pushing him out from behind the rosebush. Azriel stumbling away from the safety of his hiding spot.

"Azriel? What are you doing here?" Elain's gentle voice called out from where she was stood. A quick flash of Azriel's burning gaze a warning that the two of you would be talking about this later.

"Elain!" Azriel loudly starts as he slowly makes his way towards Elain, his awkward manner already making you cringe in discomfort, "Your dress! it's nice. . . and pink. Nice and pink."

It took everything in you not to hang your head into your palm in shame, finding it incredulous how one person could fail so miserably when it came to talking to someone.

Thankfully, if Elain found his behaviour strange she didn't let on, instead replying to his strange attempt of a compliment with an airy giggle and a polite thank you.

"Great! Well um. . ." your ears perk, brows furrowing in confusion as you wait to see what Azriel says next, "Hope you have a nice day!"

With that Azriel swiftly left, abruptly ending the painfully awkward conversation before leaving the garden, hurriedly making his way up the nearest street in order to escape his discomfort. Chasing after your flustered friend, you followed after him, hoping that Elain hadn't noticed you were also there listening in on their conversation.

"Nice and pink? Have a nice day?" you laughed, having caught up to Azriel, “I’ve met Middengard Wyrm’s that flirt better than you just did." Not failing to miss the dusty pink hue that had blossomed across Azriel’s cheeks in wake of his embarrassment.

“I can flirt,” he swiftly defended, hazel eyes rolling towards the back of his head as he noted the teasing smile which had graced your lips, “I was just caught off guard that’s all.”

“Ah ok, you were caught off guard. Is that the reason why you practically screamed in Elain’s face?” you smirked, working to deepen your friend’s blush until the growing redness spread to his ears.

“I didn’t scream-” Azriel didn’t fail to miss the way your face contorted into a wince at his hopeless denial, his once heated words now converting into a low conscious murmur, “Was it really that bad?”

You stretch out a reassuring hand to come and rest against Azriel’s slumped shoulder, thumb instinctively moving to rub comforting circles into his taut muscle. Eyebrows knitting together in pained sympathy, you answer honestly, “Maybe it was a little pathetic. . .You won't be tending to Elain's garden any time soon if that was anything to go by."

There was no stopping Azriel’s despondent sigh, not even the gentle caress of his shadows against his shaking hands brought the male any solace, the swirling black tendrils failing to sate their master's rising panic as it washed over him.

It was a horrible sight, seeing your friend so dejected. Your heart twinging at the way his anxious breath rattled in his chest. You would offer him your understanding if you could, take his trembling hands into your own and tell Azriel that you were all too familiar with the feeling of getting tongue tied around the person you so longed for. Yet no confession of your shared failures in the romance department would fix this, not when Azriel was the one who owned your heart. Not when you had promised him help in winning over another.

And so you didn’t share your hidden truth with the male, instead opting to lock it away into the darkest depths of your heart. It was a secret you were willing to keep forever, so only to ensure the happiness of your friend. A secret you would carry with you to your grave if Azriel’s plan goes as intended.

Instead you offer Azriel the only thing you could; your comfort. The supportive hand which had been resting on his shoulder now travelling down his arm. His shadows parting briefly to allow you to lock your fingers with his own, the smoky wisps resuming their soothing dance once your hands were comfortably entwined.

One touch. That was all it took to pull Azriel from the wave of panic that had consumed him. The familiar touch of your palm against his own enough to steady his uneven breaths and calm his shaking hands.

"Its ok," you promise, confident gaze meeting his own uncertain stare, "you've not ruined anything. All you need is a little more confidence and she'll be under your spell. Trust me, one flirty little one liner from you and it will be impossible for her to be anything but in love."

"I can manage one I suppose" Azriel attempts to agree confidently yet his words read more like a question, removing his hand from your own to ruffle his hair in thought.

"Maybe you could ask Lucien for tips, Feyre tells me he's quite the flirt'' you tease, hoping the mention of Lucien's name would spur on Azriel's desire to act on his feelings for Elain.

"I don't need help when it comes to flirting, and certainly not from him" he grit the words through his teeth having predictably taken the bait you had laid out for him.

"Hmm I'm not sure, your skills were a little lacklustre from what I could see" you continue to goad him, each prod and poke working to build your friends confidence bit by bit.

"Lacklustre?" Azriel scoffed in disbelief, all anxiety having been drained from his eyes and replaced with the spark of a challenge.

"You wouldn't have me swooning" you shrug casually, mouth twisting into a playful smirk at Azriel's displeasure.

“No?” Azriel asked in faux surprise, the male taking a slow step towards you, “not even if I did this?”

A gentle push of the tips of Azriel's fingers against the exposed skin of your chest found you stumbling backwards until you were pressed against the wall. Your teasing smile fading as your shock consumed you, heart fluttering as Azriel's arms came to cage you on either side. “Or this?” he continued, leaning in close enough that the warmth of his breath against your neck began to send shivers down your spine. Your knees wobbling at the intensity of his gaze.

“I thought flirting included words?” you breathed out heavily, trapped under the heat of his gaze.

“Why use words when I could take you apart with less than that?” he lowly whispered into your ear, a glint of darkness in his eyes as a cruel smirk appeared on his lips. You found yourself speechless, entranced by the playfulness of his devilishly handsome features, your deep breaths falling in time with his own as he witnessed your stunned reaction to his words.

"I think Elain will find my flirting perfectly adequate" he smiled, shattering the moment as he mentioned the woman that he truly wished was captured between his arms. Reminding you that his flirtacious quip wasn't for you; it was for her.

"Maybe that's a bit much Az" you state sourly, moving your hand to his chest in order to push him away and slip under his outstretched arm, "I don't know how well Elain will take it if you come on that strong."

"You didn't seem to mind" he answered cheerfully, failing to notice your sudden change in mood, the male still trying to continue his teasing banter.

"I think you'll find there's more to women than just sex and physical attraction" you scoffed, desperately wanting nothing more than to move on from this conversation. Yet Azriel wouldn't provide you with that mercy, his next question almost enough to make you sick.

"What would you say then? To someone you loved, someone you pined after?"

You debated not answering him, dismissing his curiosity to spare you from the pain and embarrassment that would no doubt ensue. Yet a small part of you wondered if this would be your only chance. That perhaps you had the wrong idea, locking away your feelings, maybe all you needed was to get them off your chest. To lift the weight from your shoulders, allow yourself to finally move on from the male who would never be interested in you.

So you took the leap, looking your fear in the face as you stared into Azriel's expectant eyes.

And you confessed.

"I would tell him the truth. Tell him how not a day passes where I don't feel madly, uncontrollably in love with him. That any moment I'm not near him I find myself unable to breathe, unable to be satisfied until I am in his company. And I'd tell him that loving him makes me a fool, that I would never fail to sacrifice my happiness if only to see him smile. That love has made me it's servant and I am all too willing to bow before it."

"Sounds to me like you're an expert in love" Azriel answered after a thoughtful pause, a flicker of a smile working its way onto his face.

"I don't think I know what love is" you replied, still waiting for the moment of relief to come, failing to understand that it was a gift you would never receive.

"Nonsense, he's a lucky guy. I'm sure he feels for you as deeply as you do for him" Azriel cheerfully reassured you, looking absolutely delighted by the prospect of you being in love with someone. Completely unaware that he was the male you were speaking of. That he was the person you would struggle to live without.

And as you shook away the consoling shadow which had tentatively approached you, you wondered if your heart would ever be free from the chains of Azriel's own design.

Part four

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Notes: Thank you to @daily-dose-of-sass for unknowingly falling into my trap and giving me the most perfect pick up line for Azriel to have used 😌

Bit more of a look at the dynamic of their friendship in this one!

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jessequinones · 2 months

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Writing Advice: Chapters

A lot of my advice comes down to, having beta readers, and “it’s up to you” which doesn’t sound like good advice but when it comes to writing, everyone writes differently so there are different ways of doing the same thing. So, what’s my advice when I talk about chapters?

To me, a chapter is a section of the book which talks about a certain event. There’s no right or wrong way for how long the event should be, and there’s no right or wrong way of how the event can start or end. Here’s how I write my chapters and what I’ve learned along the way.

Starting the chapter:

Before I start the chapter, I need to figure out what the main event is gonna be. Will this event be informational? Action pact? Suspenseful? It can also be a combination of a few events as well, such as having my characters find information, but something goes wrong and now they have to escape.

After I figure out what the main event is gonna be, I start writing and once I complete that event I end it and move on. I try not to carry on too much after the main event has finished because I feel like my chapters might drag if I do.

Writing the chapter:

When it comes to a chapter, I try to have a beginning, middle, and end section. (Keep in mind this doesn’t work for every chapter.) Let me explain what I meant about those sections. The event in this example is Nix and Dante are tryna get information, but something goes wrong after they get said information. So the chapter starts at the beginning where Nix and Dante enter a secured location. The middle is where they get passed all of the alarms and hacked into the network. The ending is they got the information but an alarm gets triggered anyway.

Expanding the chapter:

So, I wrote the beginning, middle, and end, the event is done, but it was kind of boring. Let’s expand it to them escaping. This is where I think chapters start to become long. Some people combine two events into one chapter and some events are longer than others. Escaping a secured facility sounds more difficult than sneaking in. So, adding an escape attempt can spice up the chapter, but you need to be careful with how you do it.

I think when people complain about long chapters, one of their reasoning is “This feels like it could’ve been split into two chapters”. It might be the fact there are two separate events, both with their beginning, middle, and ends. If you want to expand upon your chapter, I would change how the beginning, middle, and end originally played out so it feels more natural when you go from one event to the next. This will take practice and beta readers can help if a chapter sounds too long or just right.

So instead of sneaking into a place, getting the information and having to escape. I would get rid of the middle part where Nix and Dante were sneaking and just show them entering the building, maybe talk for a few paragraphs before they reach their end goal because I already know escaping is gonna add several more pages. It’s a trial and error, and some readers might prefer the sneaking portion, while others might enjoy the fast pace. The end result is what do you like?

Continuing chapters:

What about chapters that don’t need a beginning, middle and end? Those chapters are what I call, continuing chapters. The most obvious examples of continuing chapters are the final climax of a story, like a big battle. The big battle might take multiple chapters to get through, and starting at the beginning, middle, and end of each chapter where the main event is the final fight, might get a bit tiresome. A simplified way of taking a large event, like a big fight, and breaking it over several continuing chapters is having each chapter be its own thing. Let’s say it takes three chapters to finish the final confrontation. The first chapter is the beginning, so there’s lots of build-up, but nothing too bad. The second chapter is the middle and is normally the longest out of the three. It’s the one with the most fighting and maybe a character dies at the end as a cliffhanger. The third chapter is where the villain is defeated and the fight is over thrust concluding the three sections.

That was a very simplified way of explaining continuing chapters, but yeah, not every event can be told in a single chapter, sometimes you have to space them out a bit. I would recommend letting the readers know that said event will most likely take a long time to complete so they'll be aware it's gonna be a long read.

Length of a chapter:

People often ask, how long should a chapter be, and there’s no real answer to that. Some can be a page, and I’ve seen others that are thirty. (Looking at you DragonFire). I personally don’t try to go for a word count or page limit. Often times when I try to make my chapters reach a certain goal, I find there’s a lot of filler that could’ve been cut. This is why I like to write my chapters as if I were writing an event and just focus on the event itself. If I need to expand or get rid of something, I can do that later.

My chapters are normally three pages in length, whenever I go over that, I try to tell my readers the next upcoming chapters will be long. This kind of tactic will depend on your story of course, but let’s go back to Nix and Dante.

In the example, Nix and Dante went into a secured location, took some information and got caught, now they needed to escape. If I want to add the escape portion in the same chapter because breaking in was kind of short, I might tell the reader before said chapter even began that “This mission won't be an easy one”, or “You’ll need to be real careful stealing the information because if you get caught, guards will come.” So, by the time Nix and Dante do get caught, the reader should be aware, the chapter will continue for a few more pages.

Oh yeah, if you’re gonna write a long chapter, make sure to have at least one smaller chapter to break it up. (DragonFire) Having long chapters, after long chapters, is, at least for me, very tiring. I don’t like to stop reading midway through a chapter, but reading thirty pages in a day is very difficult. So if you know you have some long chapters, throw in a few short ones.

Readers might also hate long chapters because they feel like there’s a bit too much filler in them. (Filler-in chapters aren’t the same thing as filler chapters).

Filler-in chapters might appear in one of two ways, either there’s too much filler to get to the main event, or there’s too much filler and the chapter should’ve ended already. Beta readers are a good way of telling you if there’s filler in a chapter or not. Keep in mind, that you, as the writer know what’s best for your story. Readers can only tell you how they feel. If you feel the “filler” part isn’t filler, but a lot of people say it is. Finding a workaround can be difficult. Unfortunately, I don’t have any advice on this kind of topic because this kind of writing problem is unique for every writer. Writing groups might be able to help as they’ll have your text and can help figure out what's going on.

Filler chapters:

There’s nothing wrong with filler chapters. Not every chapter needs to focus on the main story. I personally like filler chapters. They’re fun chapters which explore the characters and the world. A bit of a refresher after an intense fight is fine. When people complain about filler chapters, it’s often because there’s a bit too much of them. Or they came out of nowhere and killed the pacing. For example, if everything has been dark and gritty, having a chapter that’s more on the upbeat side is strange. Also if the chapter ends with a character's death and the next one ignores it, readers might not like that. This is one of the reasons why I don’t like POV swapping between every chapter. If someone dies in character (A) POV, and the next chapter switches to character (B) POV where they’re on the beach…I might get a bit annoyed. Even if Character (B) POV isn’t filler, I just witnessed someone die, I wanna know what’s going on and not swap to another POV.

Also filler chapters tend to be on the shorter side as well. If a filler chapter goes on a bit too long, then it might feel like the story is losing its focus a bit.

Beta readers can help point out which chapters are filler and where to add in filler if that's something you want to do.

Chapter Endings:

Ending a chapter is always interesting, do you want to end it with a cliffhanger or not? Does your chapter flow smoothly from one to the other? I don’t mind cliffhanger endings but try not to make every chapter a cliffhanger. At some point it becomes a bit much for some readers such as myself, I prefer to stop reading at a good stopping point. Cliffhangers aren’t a stopping point, I need to see what’s gonna happen next. Creating a cliffhanger after a long chapter, for me is a bit much. Long chapters already drain me, and forcing me to continue to get to an actual stopping point will make me enjoy your book less. (I understand no one is forcing me to read a book, but I just really, really hate stopping at cliffhangers). Not to mention if there are multiple cliffhangers in a row, I might put the book down and not pick it up for a long time because I’ll have no idea how many cliffhangers I’ll have to deal with before getting to an actual pause in the story. Personally, as a reader, I feel like there needs to be good stopping points. Places where it’s safe to stop reading and the reader can pick it back up later.

If you end a chapter in a city and the next one starts in a jungle, that kind of scene change might be a bit confusing so again, just send it through a couple of beta readers and see how you did with the transition portion of going from one chapter to the next. The same thing goes for tone as well. If the last chapter ends with a death, and the next one is in a circus, the tone shift might be a bit much. Just pass it along with a beta reader.

That’s about it for chapters. If you want some more detailed advice on certain chapters then let me know, but chapters are one of those things where it comes with practice. The length, the event, the ending, all of this stuff will be determined by your ability to write. Beta readers are a great way of pointing out how they felt while reading a chapter and you can go from there.

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toasteaa · 3 months

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Neuvillette is in love with the concept of love; he just never thought he'd experience the complexity of it himself. Or rather, he'd never thought you'd make him experience it like this.

Of course, that in itself is a rather broad concept. He's not unfeeling; he knows what certain aspects of love feel like, or at least, what humans around him have described as love. If you were to ask anyone that observes him with a human's eye, they'd tell you "Monsieur Neuvillette loves a lot of things".

"Monsieur Neuvillette loves the melusines, I always see him talking to them!" - not untrue, but not so much love as it is a general appreciation in his eyes. And much less the kind of love he has in mind. "Monsieur Neuvillette loves water the most! He has cabinets full of imported bottles in his office!" - elements of truth and fancy. A necessary (if a bit self indulgent) requirement for his continued health. You wouldn't go as far as to say you love air, would you? The concept is the same.

No, when Neuvillette thinks of love it's the kind he sees in couples on the streets of Fontaine. Hands held fast together, or a guiding hand in the small of one's back. Shy smiles and ruddy cheeks. Parted lips and gleaming eyes; a hopeful and expectant look before a kiss. The very image of romance that Lady Furina's novels would outline - novels that he's sure at this point, were left in his office by the former Archon in order to...guide him in a way.

And what poor guides those proved to be when it came to these...affections he has for you.

In those stories, it was simple. Understandable to an extent. The numerous versions and retellings of the same themes and tropes created a kind of cadence in his mind; an easy to digest pattern where one act of courting follows another in a beat-by-beat fashion. It's formulaic. An art perfected by years of practiced and perfected behaviors only menially guided by instinct.

Then why, Neuvillette often finds himself wondering, is it so difficult when it comes to applying that same formula to you?

Is it his tone? His behavior? Or has he made a general mistake with his leaps in assuming you might feel the same way as him? Your relationship with him is far less professional than when it started, yes, but that is the nature of working with someone long term. The expectation of professionality can only last so long, even with someone of his standing. This is something he's accustomed to. These developing feelings are not.

Even his attempts at more directly physical advances have proved unfruitful. If anything, the way you startled and stammered before returning to your work after he'd merely brushed a stray hair from your temple dissuaded him from ever attempting such a thing again.

And yet...the hint of heat in your cheeks at the action made him curious. Makes him...hopeful. If he was reading this correctly (and on his name as the Sovereign did he hope he was reading this correctly) then that could mean...well, it could imply mutual attraction.

Which has lead him to his current dilemma. He's spent days debating with himself, weighing his options, and attempting to reason that this warmth he feels around you is enough to allow him a brief break in his impartiality.

But then if he breaks here, where else would he break?

And would it be so wrong if he did? To pursue you, to court you, love you -

It stirs other emotions in him. Ones of excitement, of rage, of something deep and primal in his chest that has been buried deep after centuries of solitude - even amongst the people of Fontaine.

He wants this. He wants to experience this budding love in all its confusing facets. Wants to test the waters he's grown so accustomed to guarding and let himself feel something so innately alien to him. So...human.

Perhaps this is a trial left in place specifically for himself. To love and to be loved in return...it's almost enough to make him cry.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #genshin neuvillette #hello friends in my phone I've decided to once again be unwell about my beloved dragon gilf #Oh to be the lovesick Iudex's object of affection and not know it because he can't figure out how to process it #Also this is stream of consciousness writing so if something looks wonky I'm SORRY I get a little stupid thinking about him okay???

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digitalconcept-fl · 6 months

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Thursday, October 26th, 2023

A woman has been found guilty of handing over a three-year-old British girl for female genital mutilation (FGM) during a trip to Kenya, in the first conviction of its kind.

After a trial at the Old Bailey, Amina Noor, 39, was convicted of assisting a Kenyan woman to carry out the procedure in 2006. The conviction, which carries a maximum sentence of 14 years, is the first for assisting in such harm under the Female Genital Mutilation Act 2003.

The only other successful prosecution under the act was in 2019 when a Ugandan woman from Walthamstow, east London, was jailed for 11 years for cutting a three-year-old girl.

Campaigners said the verdict showed that the introduction in 2015 of mandatory reporting of suspected FGM was working.

The senior crown prosecutor Patricia Strobino hailed Noor’s conviction, saying: “This kind of case will hopefully encourage potential victims and survivors of FGM to come forward, safe in the knowledge that they are supported, believed and also are able to speak their truth about what’s actually happened to them.

“It will also send a clear message to those prospective defendants or people that want to maintain this practice that it doesn’t matter whether they assist or practise or maintain this practice within the UK or overseas, they are likely to be prosecuted.”

Strobino added: “Part of the challenge of this type of offence is the fact that these types of offences occur in secrecy. Within specific communities within the UK, although these offences and practices are prevalent, it is often very difficult to get individuals to come forward to explain the circumstances of what’s happened to them because there was a fear that they may be excluded or pushed away or shunned, isolated from their community.”

Previously, the prosecutor Deanna Heer KC said Noor travelled to Kenya with the girl in 2006 and while there took her to a private house where the child was subjected to FGM.

The crime only came to light years later when the girl was 16 and confided in her English teacher at school.

When spoken to, the defendant said she thought the procedure was just an injection and that afterwards the girl was “happy and able to run around and play”. But when examined in 2019, it emerged that the girl’s clitoris had been removed.

Noor appeared “shocked and upset” and said that was not what she had thought was going to happen, Heer said. According to an initial account, Noor described going with another woman to a “clinic” where the girl was called into a room for a procedure.

The defendant said she was invited in but refused because she was “scared and worried”. Afterwards, the girl appeared quiet and cried the whole night and complained of pain, according to the account.

In a later police interview under caution, Noor denied that anyone had made threats against her before FGM was done to the girl.

Heer said: “She was asked whether, when she arrived at the clinic or even before then, she felt she did not want it to happen. She said: ‘Yeah I thought about it but then, you know, got it done.’”

Jurors were told the defendant was born in Somalia and moved to Kenya at the age of eight during the civil war in Somalia. She was 16 when she came to the UK and was later granted British citizenship.

The defendant described what had been done to the girl as “Sunnah”, meaning “tradition” or “way” in Arabic, and said it was a practice that had gone on for cultural reasons for many years.

Giving evidence in her trial, Noor, from Harrow, in north-west London, said she was threatened with being “cursed” and “disowned” within her community if she did not take part. She told jurors that the threat gave her “pain”, adding: “That was a pressure I had no power to do anything about.”

The alleged victim, who is now 21, cannot be identified for legal reasons.

Nimco Ali, an FGM survivor who founded the Five Foundation, a global partnership to end the cutting of girls, welcomed the verdict.

She said: “It is incredible that the mandatory reporting by teachers and healthcare professionals – that we have fought hard for – is starting to pay off. A girl was obviously failed. She was let down by the system but she got some form of justice today thanks to the policies that we now have in place.”

She added: “We have to address FGM in the UK and everywhere by working together to address the root causes of the issue.”

Research in 2014 estimated that 137,000 women and girls are affected by FGM in England and Wales. Ali said this estimate needed updating urgently.

#sex based opression #female genital mutilation #crime #united kingdom

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punkymonkeehat · 6 months

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Here is the Davy Stripey Sweater!

It was a TRIAL!

The color scheme was, first of all, very difficult to see and decipher. The original sweater that Davy wears is actually a printed jersey fabric. The smallest feasible stitch I can do is a single crochet, and that was about the size of what a larger stripe would've looked like. I had to adjust tremendously to make it work. I did get through one go through of the actual stripe pattern (yes, there is a pattern!). It was also a different number of stitches in width which made a little difficult to figure out the neck hole size and the tightness of the ribbing. I also adjusted the original general pattern for sweaters to make the neck more comfortable, but it did turn out a little floppy-ish.

On the positive, I used up a lit of colors I normal would never touch. I really liked how unique the color scheme of this sweater is, and once I got the hang of it, I flew through it when I didn't have any work to do. I still need to snip a few fluffy here and there, but it's a really.cozy sweater! Once it goes through the wash it should relax a little and be even more comfy to wear :)

I find it really interesting that there were sweaters like this back in the sixties! I don't normally think of these kind of crazy stripey sweaters as relevant to that era... anyway, here's to Davy! 🍻 below, my friends, is the pattern!

The pattern is from this video:

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The only thing I did differently was by adding a few more rows to the back panel. Instead of doing ten rows for the shoulders, I did 4 rows on the back panel. That way, the neck wasn't choking me much. The rest I followed to the tee.

Color scheme:

The color scheme was as close as I could see, but if you see something different, by all means! :) The sleeves start (after the blue cuff) at the 2 rows of red portion of the pattern you can see on the right side. From there, just follow the pattern until the end, then go back to the beginning (I've heard this before...)! Please let me know if you all need more clarification on the pattern 😊

I'm excited for the next one!!!!!!!

#the monkees #davy jones #michael nesmith #mike nesmith #peter tork #crafty monkees #crochet #monkees #micky dolenz #look how cute! when i put Davys picture next to the one of me stabding up #it almost looked the same 😱#i wanted to be a little rascal in this thing lol #also an excuse to show off some of the monkees stuff i have 👀#Youtube

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wild-jackalope · 5 months

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summary :: after months of waiting for the school year to commence, you were finally able to reunite with Sebastian. The weeks of letters hadn’t nearly been enough to satisfy your want to be with him, even if the contents of such letters were rather intimate. Nothing was better than the real thing.

note :: smut, receiving sex, plot. Characters are in their seventh year. Requests are open.

“Hello Sebastian.”

“Hello.”

A silence permeated the Slytherin common room.

“Do I sense tension? Perhaps a bit of awkwardness.” Ominus cut in.

“No, no, not at all.” You hid, readjusting a bag you held.

You were just nervous, that was all. Absences makes the heart grow fonder, and fond you were of Sebastian. So much so that some feelings had developed for him over the holidays. Ones he knew of and returned passionately.

But facing him, knowing what you know and knowing what he knows. You felt rather bashful.

“Shall I help you with your bags?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” You nodded, passing him the one tugging at your arm the most. “I’ll show you to my room then.”

The two of you awkwardly trodded down the halls, Ominus left to wonder what kind of trials your friendship had been through over the holidays.

Your room had been empty, no other Slytherin mates to interrupt your time with Sebastian. Just as you had hoped and dreaded.

Gingerly, you set aside your bags and felt a heat rush to your cheeks. Since when had it become so difficult to face your friend?

Sebastian had left your bags to the side, steadily approaching you like a starved serpent. Despite his hunger for your touch, he had waited for you to embrace him first.

Which you did, pulling him to your body in an eager hug. “I’ve missed you.” You murmured.

“As have I.” He grinned.

“I enjoyed your letters.” You sweetly included. “Kept all of them.”

Lost in your scent, it took Sebastian a moment to come to and leave the embrace. “And you’ve framed them too, I assume.”

You laughed, sitting down at your bed, followed by Sebastian. “I’ve missed your jokes too.”

“Trust this year will be full of them.”

“Yes. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time together.”

Red faces, smiles and fluttering stomachs drenched you both. It was utterly exciting. His brown eyes caught your attention, then his lips and suddenly the space between you began inching but you two never came close enough.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to ask to kiss me?”

He gazed over you laxly and nodded. His jaw tightened at the thought of rejection. “May I kiss you?”

You’d leaned into his lips as an answer and the pressure was readily returned.

You had trouble keeping your hands to your side, and reached for him, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him deep into you.

Sebastian had followed you in suit, hands grazing your back and side.

Before long, a hotness permeated the air and the fluttering from within your stomach reached a lower region. You chased the heat, letting it pull your bodies scandalously close.

You’d slipped onto Sebastian’s lap and in return, he’d held you securely to him; one hand at your back and the other at your thigh. His fingers danced at the hem of your skirt, daring to slip under.

As your lips moved in a hungry unison, you’d come to feel a tented poke at your leg. It had taken you a moment to understand Sebastian had gotten an erection, but once you did you hitched a breath and hid your face in a tight embrace.

Sebastian however continued, feverishly kissing your collar and neck.

“Sebastian.”

He’d hummed as a response.

“I want you to make love to me.”

Such simple words, yet they froze him like petrificus totalus. His jaw had tensed “Are you sure?” A subtle sternness in his tone.

“Yes. Do you—”

“I do. More than anything.” He cut. You had nodded, stiffing in preparation for the act that was to follow. “Are you absolutely sure?” He pestered.

“Yes. I am.” You stroked a hand down his back and inhaled a breath of bravery. “I want you.”

He swallowed thickly, adams apple bobbing.

Carefully, Sebastian had brought you down to the bed. He kept himself off you, but you could still feel the weight of him over you.

He began with his robe, then your own. He tended to your clothes first, slipping off your tie and unbuttoning your shirt. He came devilishly close to your cleavage before opting out and relieving himself of his own clothing. With an anxiousness, Sebastian had fiddled with his belt.

For a moment you were entranced by his thick hands pulling off the garment until you decided to aid in his undressing. Reaching to his tie you slid it off, and let it aside. The next item of his shirt had followed in suit. You had hesitated for his pants, the hardness that lay behind the layers made the fluttering in your stomach turn anxious. As you continued for the button, Sebastian’s hand clamped over his mouth and he’d looked away, cheeks flaming.

Then it was back to your own garments once more until they laid strewn across the bed. Now bare in front of him, you found it too embarrassing to watch his eyes wander.

“Are you alright?” He checked.

“Yes, are you?”

“Fine.” He breathed. His hands slipped to your knees, edging your legs to open and he slipped between them.

As your bare chests touched, you had shivered in delight. His lips reached your collarbone and the hotness at your sex grew as his mouth reached areas no other had gone.

The two of you shared another kiss of reassurance. “Are you okay if I continue?” He asked. You nodded.

You looked up to the ceiling, feeling only the sensation of his length slip against your slit before entering the tip. You’d reached for Sebastian, bracing.

He kissed your chest, whispering, “relax.” Into your skin. The pressure of him entering sparked your insides, and you breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Sebastian drawled a deep groan as your hips came to connect. “I missed you.” He huffed.

Sebastian had come to a halt, pacing himself from a sudden climax. His head had dipped to your collar, cheek resting against your chest and hot breath falling onto your skin.

Sebastian had glanced at where the two of you connected, and groaned. You could feel his sex move from inside and it sent a wiring lightness through your body. “Sebastian…”

Sebastian pulled himself closer to you, taking your body into an intimate hug as he began moving in long sliding motions, rooting himself deep inside every time your hips collided. “Is this— alright?” He grunted.

Lip between your teeth, you nodded. The gradual pace was for him as much as it was for you. To live in the sex as long as you could.

The pressure of him caved inside you ignited a subtle build up, one you surely wanted to reach the end of. Your hips grinded into him and Sebastian had seemed to snap out of the dazed slowness.

He grunted, hand moving to still your hips. He knew if you took control things would surely not last. With his hand locked to your hip, Sebastian pulled and thrusted.

“Oh, Sebastian.” You exhaled, falling back into the pillow and letting the tension in your muscles subsided. The glorious sensation between your legs far too enticing to focus on anything else.

Far too focused, Sebestian’s eyes were shut. You took him in your arms and kissed his lips. You were sure of the moan that vibrated against your mouth was that of pleasure.

Easing into your body, Sebastian had come to lose tension as you did. His swaying became rhythmic and heaped with lust for your wet heat. The feeling was maddening and he wanted to relish in it for the rest of his life.

You were dizzied by the sensations, your legs had gone weak and mind filled with only the face of your lover.

Sebastian released a throaty groan and you urged him to continue with your hips. You were close, so close.

Sebastian could feel the tension your walls created around him and held back his release until yours came.

A powerful surge of ecstasy hit you and you moaned, tugging at Sebastian’s hair. The feeling of your walls spasming around him sent Sebastian over the edge. His mouth latched to your shoulder and he grunted into the skin. You whined at the feeling of his teeth and the hot liquid that pooled into you. It sent a hot shiver down your spine.

As your climaxes passed, you sat in them, laying in one another’s arms with uneven breaths and glistening skin.

Eventually, Sebastian removed his weight from you and sat up, leaving you empty. You reach for him and he took your hand.

“I’ll go fetch you some food and water, stay here.”

You let him slip from your hand and dress himself. “Sebastian.” You cooed, and he returned to your side like a faithful dog.

“I’ll be back.” He dipped you into a prolonged kiss. “You know I will.”

You hummed, hand sliding up to touch his face. “I love you.” You murmured.

He pressed a kiss into your forming teeth marks. “I love you too.” He whispered.

#hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc

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seat-safety-switch · 7 months

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I've never led a jailbreak, but I bet it takes a lot of planning and co-ordination. For instance, you have to talk to your fellow prisoners, which can be difficult. I haven't had a conversation with another human being about anything other than cars, unless I'm being paid, since elementary school. The task of having to break the ice, before we break the jail, is just too much for me to bear.

And you can't really break out of jail by yourself, either. For one thing, it's terribly rude. All those other prisoners are going to see you running through the yard and wish that you had taken them with you. Some of them might even complain to the warden, the little shits. No, if you want to do things, you need to co-operate – especially on the digging, smashing, and assaulting-guards parts, because that's physical labour, and if you wanted to do that you probably wouldn't be in jail in the first place.

It's not enough to have a common goal, either. Obviously, everyone in jail wants to not be in jail. If that were enough, then nobody at all would be in jail, instead of approximately one third of the population of Earth. You need to come up with a concrete plan, and help achieve it, instead of just being one of those people who just complains about being super bored until your release date. That'll probably get you shanked, or at least not on the extra desserts list.

I'm really not sure what the solution to all this is. Usually, when I want something from someone else, I just show them a picture of a cute dog on my phone. This usually distracts them long enough for me to ask for what I wanted in the first place, or just take it off the shelf when they're not looking. I am convinced that this would be enough to persuade a big dude to dig through a wall with a spoon, but there's one big problem. Jail, I'm told, lacks cellular phones and cute dogs, which I'm absolutely certain is some kind of human rights violation.

The next time you break out of jail, make sure to let me know what you tried. I need some ideas, because my trial is coming up and it sure doesn't look good. Turns out cute puppy dog pictures aren't a substitute for paying for gasoline after all.

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clouds-by-me · 9 months

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𝓐 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭

Au; Imposter!Sagau Warnings; angst/no comfort, implied torture(if you squint), creator!reader, character death An | I got way to into this. At first I was supposed to write some simple angst then I started writing like a whole story with a plot and everthing. It was so hard just finding a stopping point. Also I'm not used to writing angst so criticism is appreciated<3

You knew this day would come, you just didn't know when. You knew this day was coming the same day you realized that the people you'd grown to love finally turned on you.

You've been knowing for years know. The question was never "if" but "when" instead. Maybe if you ran sooner, as soon as you knew- wait you did...

You ran for your life, with everything you had, you ran. I remember now. You tired to play it off, deeming yourself tired and in need of rest. They caught on too soon...

maybe this was inevitable? Who knows. After so long of being hunted down, you slowly started to accept your fate, but you still ran, and fought. It was never a pretty sight.

It became a common sight really, seeing you covered in dust, with messy and tangled hair. By the creator you had lost so much of yourself.

Maybe I shouldn't say that, I'm sorry. Nowadays it's easy to forget that you're the creator.

Maybe the next world will be better? You thought, a smile formed on your dry face at the thought. Somewhere along the way to where you are now, you convinced yourself that dying would put you in a new world, or give you a new chance at life, at least. That gave you some peace of mind, as you stood before death.

You stood in front of a large crowd of people. Many from different nations, though at the moment your too much in a delusional state to comprehend much. All you knew was that your death was awaiting you. Waiting to happily welcome you with merciful arms and a warm and pleasing embrace.

You smiled while looking at a crowd that only looked at you with the opposite expression. Everyone from playable characters to Npcs came. From young and naive, to old and frail.

Something in your mind told you to speak. Maybe it was the part of you that you lost so long ago? Or maybe it's the abyss the resides in the place where your mind used to be?

"Hey everyone! I'm glad you could make it! I was so worried that no one would come! " you pouted, but it was difficult to tell if your words was out of disappointment, genuine, or sarcastic.

"Shut up, no one told you speak!" The electro archon demanded for silence, to which you quickly closed your mouth, poking your lips in your mouth, using your teeth to keep your lips together. Kind of in a childish way.

You were so drained and sleepy, that everything seemed funny. Even something such as your death. Maybe that's why your satisfied with dying, your just sleepy and want to rest, something you haven't had in so long.

She stated at you for only a second before you began laughing. The only sound being your laughter. Something in your empty mind told you the Archon looks funny when she's mad.

"Look! You see the way she gets wrinkles when she's mad? She looks like a fucking mad ass sphinx cat!" The missing part of your mind laughed at the joke that wasn't really funny, and you laughed right along with it. Your dry, broken laughter filled the noise in the air.

The sound irritated the people who stood around you. Your joy angered the Archons. Had you no respect? No value in what is important? You’re put on trial, the biggest trail in all of Teyvat! And yet you laugh and pretend act as if you’re going to spend the night at one of your friends house. As if this is normal. This reaction only cause the Archon along with most of everyone else to grow ore hungry for your death.

"Nothing..." You huff out as you try to catch your breath. You looked back to the crowed, getting ready to say some other, even worse joke but then something hit your face, causing for your head to turn to the left. You weren't shocked, nor terrified. Your demeanor changed, however, almost as if the hit flicked a switch inside you. There was a clear dim in your eyes as you went silent. For some reason you began to think about your life. How'd you even get to this point? What'd you even do?

Had you neglected your own creations so much that they'd begun to hate you? No that couldn't possibly be it. You basically drenched them in love and affection. Building characters to their max strength, giving them powerful weapons and artifacts... What had you'd done to deserve such hatred from something you loved so much?

The hydro archon began to speak. Her voice booming above all else. "You have committed a crime. The crime of treason against their grace, along with fraud, and theft. You have been caught countless of time stealing from local stalls and stores. Not to even mention, the undeniable fact that you! Bare the face of our dear creator! Yet! You don't possess any abilities nor divine traits that are of their grace! How do you plead?"

Anyone who didn't have their eyes on you before were looking at you now. You only stayed silent. You didn't even breathe out a word, your head hung low, and only a small bearly auditable noise came from your now frail body. The hydro archon continued upon hearing your oh so pathetic silence.

"If the defendant doesn't plead innocence, then they are automatically deemed guilty. So again, how. Do. You. Plead." She demanded, no longer keeping a steady voice, and no longer asking.

"I didn't...I-I haven't done anything that can't be justified... " The sound of your voice cracking satisfied the Archons. Just a few moments ago you'd been laughing and playing like this was all some kind of funny joke that everyone would be able to look back on and be able to laugh at.

"So, you admit to committing such atrocities?" The archon pressed. You looked up at the sky, refusing to let people believe that you were such a bad person as they'd been lead to believe before you died.

In a hoarse and cracked voice you replied. "All of my actions are reactions of treatment that has been given to me...everything I've done can be justified."

"Do you admit to your crimes?" The archon pressed again. Only wanting to hear a simple yes or no. Yet you still had something in you that begged for liberation. For a place that was safe enough to call home.

"I've been shot at! Pushed 'an shoved! Hunted! Not after how m‘any times I try! You can't seem to come to reason! " you pleaded for innocence, yet you didn't know why. Your face grew hot, and your eyes burned, your body hurt. And you still pursued. Pushing.

"I don't like repeating myself. So this will be my last time asking. Do you or do you not admit to your crimes?" It was then that you knew. You didn't have a chance at life, at winning. The judge was an archon and so was the jury. All spectators were against you. Yet for some reason, you kept pushing. Maybe that. Was your final mistake.

"I haven't done anything to anyone! I wasn't even given a chance! I was accused of a crime for something I can't control!" Tears now drenched your cheeks, and snot poured out of your nose in streaks. For you to have been so divine, this wasn't a pretty sight. None of this was.

"The defendant has been found guilty of a crime that is disrespectful against the divine to the utmost degree. And so, is now sentenced to death by the stake. Effective immediately!" The archon hit the small of her hand on the table dismissing every thing you said.

You thrashed as guards grabbed you and pulled you away. You pushed and cried and begged but were ignored. No one cared to listen to your pleads. No one even thought about it. Your existence fell upon death ears and blind eyes.

Being burned at the stake wasn't the best way to go. The death was too slow. Your screams stopped so long ago, lost to the flames. Your body turned to ash, and the ash fell to the ground. For a long moment there was silence. Pure, silence . There seemed to be nothing more suffocating than the silence after a death in that moment.

Just as departure began, the sky brightened. Clouds in the sky parted which opened airway for the sun to flood through. A star moved through the clouds, shining as bright as the sun itself. Everyone could see the glow, how divine it was! "Their grace! Getting rid of that imposter was a good thing!"

Cheers and chants for as long as the eat could hear.

"Finally, rain can fall again!"

The star landed right where you had died.

"and crops can continue to grow!"

For a second a bright silver star floated right where you'd died.

"Our water can be pure once again!"

It was a sight to behold... The star shined, and once the star dimmed there you stood. Looking much better compared to when you were burned at the stake just a few mere moments ago. Your hair was nicely done, put into braids, and put up perfectly to show off your face. Your clothes were no long cut and ripped from past Scars, it was also made of a fine material that clearly wasn't from Teyvat.

Though everyone who looked at you held a look of pure bliss, you stood stoned-face. Only one singular tears rolled down your cheek and landed on the stone ground you stood on.

"My Creator...what causes your tears?" You heard Teyvat call out to you. You'd heard this voice before. The voice of Teyvat. After so long even Teyvat didn't answer your cries or screams. Not even your pleads for comfort. After a while, no one did.

More tears streamed down your face as you stomped your foot. The more your foot hit the ground, the more cracks sprouted. Rain started pouring from the sky, similar to the way your tears fell. It had been so long since you last cried. How long had it been?

The wind blew hurricanes, and soon the ground shook matching the pace of your consistent stomping. Lightning flashed, soon enough it became to only source of light in this dark place. And through this all, you stood staring at the ones you created. Loathing every being around you, your glare pierced their hearts. It didn't take long for people to start putting the prices together.

Begs for mercy weren't even heard over the thunder and loud sound of the ground cracking. Despite all the chaos, you look unbothered by it all. Nothing could touch you. Nothing will touch you.

Ever again.

Behind your hate filled expression, pain was still in your eyes. Tears mixed with rain dropped down your face.

It was a sight to behold. Their Grace....crying,...destroying everything.

Oh how it was a sight to behold...

#x reader #gn reader #reader insert #black reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin sagau #poc reader #sagau x reader #creator!reader #gender neutral reader #x gn reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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You're analysis are always very insightful! Your considerations about Malleus' restricted options in terms of partners made me wonder if Kalim would end up in a similar situation as him. This is of course entirely speculation, since we don't know much about how his parents got together, but to me it makes sense that in the future he might have to deal with something like an arranged marriage. He isn't royalty, but the Asim family still has a great deal of commercial and political sway in the Scalding Sands, so it's difficult for me to believe that they would just let the heir marry whoever he chooses. And despite how carefree he may act, I don't think he would reject an arrangement made by his family. He seems pretty aware of all the obligations that come with being an heir to the Asim. Besides, rejecting a spouse that was chosen for him might put said person under a lot of public scrutiny, and I don't think he would want anyone to go through that

[Referencing this post!]

Oh, hmmm 🤔 I actually never really though about this kind of thing for Kalim so I guess now is as good of a time as any www.

I do think like there would be some selectiveness involved for Kalim too, given the financial power and political influence in the Scalding Sands that the Asims hold (and that's not even mentioning their connections via family, some of which are royalty, and business partners). There's also been several attempts on Kalim's life, so there would probably be an intense screening and background check process for anyone courting Kalim. Who knows if they're actually there to kidnap him or to take his life??? The Asims would have very legitimate concerns, so they have every right to be vigilant and suspicious of those who may try to take advantage of Kalim's kind-heartedness and gullibility.

Mm, I do feel like (overall) Kalim wouldn't be in as much of a tight spot as Malleus?? I get the sense that his parents are way more open-minded and truly care about his happiness (unlike the Briar Valley senators) so they wouldn't exactly force him to marry someone he doesn't actually love. Rather than a "you have no say in this matter" arranged marriage, they might instead present Kalim with a pool of potential candidates that have already been vetted and encourage him to try them out? Like, go on various blind dates and see if he "clicks" with any of them. There would be more trial and error, more exploration allowed (since there isn't as much of a demand for Kalim to have an heir, especially not right away; he has so many other siblings and family members who could help or assume roles in the business). I believe this is similar to how matchmaking is done in some Asian countries (although I'm not too familiar with the concept, I've only learned a little about it through some podcasts). From my understanding, they try to "match" applicants with someone of a similar social ranking as you (so in Kalim's case, he would probably be meeting people who are also mega wealthy) and based on what you (and oftentimes your family) are looking for. If it doesn't work out, then there's less of a chance for backlash since pretty much anyone can use these services and a perfect match isn't a guarantee, especially on the first attempt. Please feel free to correct me if I got any information here wrong!! ^^

#twisted wonderland #twst #Malleus Draconia #Kalim Al-Asim #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven

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bitethedustfools · 4 months

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TWST story idea

Warning: mention of death and suicide. Yuu= They/them.

Apologies if this kind of story already exist.

What's more tragic and maddening than remembering your own death over and over? It is when others know about it but fail to save you, even if time repeats many times as you go on with your life, unaware of the impending future.

The time loop is the best, a chance to pick different choices and see various outcomes until time resets, rendering all your hard work for naught. Repeat and repeat, it is a test of will. What motivates you to go on?

For certain people, it is Yuu.

Yuu, the magicless prefect, is their most beloved friend (can go romantic). Yuu's death is something that they are unable to accepts which leads them to have a similar goal, and that was to save Yuu by any means.

Luckily or maybe unluckily, time repeats when Yuu dies. No one knows why or how. Everyone very close to Yuu remembers it vividly, but only Yuu does not remember, fresh and innocent just like the day of the ceremony.

They tried to change the story to prevent Yuu's death, however, keeping Yuu alive proves to be more difficult than expected.

They remembered the previous timeline and the ones before that. Yuu had died again, whether it be an accident involving magic, falling to their death, alchemy mishaps, or by suicide.

Time had repeated itself once more, and all of them woke up on the day of the ceremony, frustrated, upset, and insane as another attempt failed.

How does one stay sane looking at the very alive Yuu when they had seen Yuu's corpse just a few seconds ago? Nightmares plagued every night, their actions have to be calculated, and words planned just to sway Yuu's thoughts so that they trust them, even though most just throw the script away.

The strongest of men beg on their knees to be at Yuu's side. The most sincere apologies and affectionate words came out of the lips of someone that Yuu didn't expect to hear it from to people that clung to Yuu on the first day and claimed they're friends.

They tried so many times, never leaving Yuu alone, never letting Yuu touch anything, protecting Yuu even if their own life is at risk. Never let Yuu do anything. It has to be perfect. Trial and error is simply too unforgivable and cruel. Yuu is too precious to be experimented with. They must be successful in saving Yuu and put an end to this time loop.

Only for Yuu to die by unconventional means.

What does this mean? Why is it always Yuu? Why did time repeat when Yuu died? Four certain students had already used their unique magic on Yuu for protection's sake, and Yuu still died.

It was a mystery, but even if the time looped, they still haven't had the time to figure it out, too busy trying to think what method could prevent Yuu's death.

But there's something they do know with certainty.

The staff doesn't remember, the NPC too doesn't remember, and Grim, who is the closest to Yuu, unexpectedly doesn't remember the previous time.

But that's not an issue; plenty remembered, and that will do. They will keep Yuu safe, but sometimes, working together is just not part of them, considering how some of them had accidentally killed Yuu (overblot, magic mishap, etc.), resulting in some distrust and arguments between them.

Extra spice if some are yandere. Would they change how they act or go insane at Yuu's every death? I like angst better though, should they just give up?

#disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #yandere twst #everyone loves yuu #writing prompt #dorm leaders #time loop

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cartmankisser · 1 year

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HIII!!! I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE U WRITE FOR THE TSP!! I THOUGHT I WOULD THROW A REQUEST IN HERE BECUZ YKNOW :3 tsp on the brain right now.

may i possibly request a reader who's vv touchstarved but too shy to actually admit they want affection??? romantic w/ the narrator and stanley (separate) please!

i think this is my first headcanon thingy for tsp so i hope it’s okay 😭

— at first, stanley might not even notice that his significant other wants affection. he tends to be very focused on his work and routine, and might not pick up on the subtle hints you give him. however, once he does realize what's going on, he would try to be more attentive and affectionate towards you! he might start small, with things like holding hands or giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, just so it’s not too awkward.

he might also try to encourage his partner to open up more, without being too forceful. he might suggest things like going on a date or taking a walk together, in order to create a more relaxed and intimate atmosphere for the two of you.

overall, be would want to make sure that you feel loved and appreciated, even if you’re too shy to ask for it directly. he knows what it feels like to not be heard, and he never wants you to feel that way towards him!!

The Narrator would probably pick up on your desire for affection right away, thanks to his keen attention to detail and ability to read people.

he would try to be understanding and patient with you, recognizing that shyness can be difficult to overcome. he might tease you for it sometimes, but he’s just trying to be playful!

maybe he would also use his storytelling skills to create a more romantic atmosphere, perhaps by reading you a love poem or telling you a story idk.. he just has that specific kind of voice that you wouldn’t mind listening to, no matter what he’s saying

however, i feel like he might struggle with wanting to be in control of the situation. he might try to push you to be more open or affectionate, which could backfire and make you feel even more uncomfortable.. 😭

ultimately, the narrator would want to find a way to help you feel comfortable expressing your desires, while also respecting your boundaries and wishes, even if it takes some trial and error.

#tsp x reader #tspud x reader #the narrator x reader #the stanley parable x reader #stanley x reader #narrator x reader #the narrator x you #idk how to tag this 😭

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hana-no-seiiki · 9 months

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SOME YANDERE FLUFF TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY.

// fantasy creature cruelty. yandere themes. heteronormative society (sort of?? both your paternal and maternal grandparents come in hetero pairs)

I don’t know if you guys read my yan! father fic yet but do go check out @yoru-no-seiiki for it (Unless you’re a minor cause that acc doesn’t allow those) as it happens in the same universe(ish) as this one.

So by now you’ve already met yan! father.

BUT WHAT ABOUT CUTE HIGH FANTASY YAN! GRANDPARENTS AND OLD MENTOR.

(honestly would love to see my moot’s takes on yan! grandparents so if ya’ll see this. it’s not only a sign but a call to aid plez)

mostly based off of mairimashita iruma kun’s sullivan, your YAN! PATERNAL GRANDPA and GRANDMA spoil you a shit ton.

YAN! P! GRANDPA is more on the type to spoil you physically/monetarily. If you have a need or even the slightest hint of desire for something, consider it received. He has saved so much of your drawings and if you happen to be the kid who drew monsters/weird abominations as a child then ya boi definitely has frankensteined some into being. His creations happened to net him a ton of money which he spent all on you as ‘thanks’ but everyone knows it’s just cause he’s infatuated with his cute grandchild.

YAN! P! GRANDMA leans heavily on the ‘unhealthily allowing this kid(you and yan!dad) to do whatever you want and even encouraging it’ sort of parenting. She taught how to kill and do it efficiently as a young child. Uncaring of whatever prophecies schmofeces oracles have of your future. She will make you into an indestructible machine and is hell-bent on it. … You have probably ingested a lot of poison from her cookies as a way to built immunity to the stuff.

Now your maternal grandparents are a lot let on the damaging side but are still pretty over the top.

Your YAN! MATERNAL GRANDPA loves showing off. He’s probably like a war general with many wives and sees love as ‘you worship/admire me’ which he sorta maybe passed unto you. He’s kind of like a caveman and believes a show of strength is in order to be successful. So there’s a lot of him flexing and challenging YAN! PATERNAL GRANDPARENTS to a duel.

Only for YAN! PATERNAL GRANDMA to swiftly have his ass wipe the floor.

YAN! MATERNAL GRANDMA is a jaded woman. She never loved her husband and had always wanted to flee the family and high society until you came along. I see her as the old version of those Manhwa female protags that have rebirthed multiple times and is just tired of the shitty life they’ve been dealt with. She’s incredibly knowledgeable on fashion, trends and the industry as a whole. She’ll make sure you look good at every turn. Maybe even start trends of your own. It doesn’t matter your body type and if isn’t what’s in at the moment, she’ll make it the moment. Unlike the paternal grandma and her husband, she would never put you in harms way. Even extending your time with her so you don’t have to do those barbaric acts with the others.

And then there’s YAN! MENTOR who swore to never have another child under him ever again. The last time he did that, said child (your father) destroyed his precious astrology tower and had him imprisoned for 5 years for a thing he never even did. Sure, 5 years is nothing for thousand or so year old man but boy was he pissed off.

YAN! MATERNAL GRANDPA had to threaten him to have you and YAN! MENTOR is almost thankful that he did.

YAN! MENTOR believes you to be his best student. It definitely did not start off that way. He thought that a prissy, spoiled brat like you would leave the moment he gave you a difficult task but you surprised him with your tenacity. Throughout all his trials for you, you always came out at top, if not persevered until your body couldn’t handle it anymore.

He definitely wants you to kill your dad as compensation though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up writing him as the reason why you plotted to end the dude’s life.

To keep things fluffy, let’s say in this timeline, he saves you from your dad’s entourage and adopts you.

Your YAN! GRANDPARENTS definitely riot but all are mature enough to understand the situation in the end.

will write more on this on the future but for now, i gotta go! byeeee!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere scenario #yandere drabble #yandere headcannons #yanderecore #yancore #yandere core #yandere concept #yandere idea #yandere fluff

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still re-watching Rescue Bots, still having a good time lmao so an analysis post was inevitable

Chase: “Attention, ants: You seem like reasonable and well-organized creatures. Obey the law and cease this vandalism.”

One second later:

bonk

he’s doing his best, 10/10 I love it when bots don’t understand Earth creatures

uh oh I’m overthinking it again:

implications for how the bots perceive organic lifeforms and organic intelligence

honestly it’s actually interesting that they usually assume (at first, anyway) that any Earth animals have roughly the same intelligence

they assume any living thing on Earth might be sentient; if humans are, then why not anything/everything else, until proven otherwise?

there are potential implications here for how they inevitably see humans or just organic complex lifeforms in general.

we’re not humans to them, we’re organics.

when you realise they tend to group ALL organic life together into one general category, their tendency to assume ants, dogs, etc. all have human-like cognitive capacity suddenly makes a lot of sense.

it’s only after a bit of initial adjustment and trial-and-error that they actually start to distinguish humans from other organics.

we distinguish more between individual species, but they don’t. we’re all just organics

and because the bots are good people, they don’t want to fuck up and potentially assume incorrectly in regard to any organic species’ potential for sentience.

linguistic choices when Cybertronians speak about humans vs animals: words matter

it’s interesting to pay attention to who they call humans vs. people, and when those specific words are used interchangeably to them and when they aren’t.

“these are our humans” versus “we have to keep the people safe”

“we live among humans” versus “these townspeople are weird” (lmao)

it’s just something I like to pay attention to, but the word choices the bots use for referring to people/humanity is worth noting

Chase calls the ants here “creatures”, which is also worth noting!

the bots aren’t so far out of the loop at this point that they’ll assume injects are the same as human beings-- thus there is clearly some kind of categorical difference to them between different types of organics at this point

but he doesn’t call them “insects”, he calls them “creatures”-- further hinting at how unfamiliar Earth still is to the bots in general, in a very subtle way

it might also be that Cybertronian language(s) may not distinguish to this degree or in this kind of way, as even though Cybertron does have native animal lifeforms, there are also Beastformers and other animal-like people and various other creatures native to their home planet which we might then categorise or interpret differently from what they would. the problem would go both ways, to at least some degree

so this type of distinction for organic lifeforms, or possibly just ones on Earth, may actually be either culturally and/or linguistically difficult for Cybertronians to define or differentiate in the way humans would

insecticons vs. insects: easy differentiation, or not?

but Chase still assumes the ants will understand him and respond in some way accordingly, which is almost certainly at least partly down to Chase not wanting to be rude to a species that might understand him

and remembering that Rescue Bots is part of the Aligned Continuity, insecticons don’t have a very positive presence in TFP; it could be that Chase might be aware ants are a kind of insect, or that the category of insect exists on Earth, but may perceive calling someone an insect as being a potentially heavy insult or accusation of some kind of wrong-doing

and since Chase clearly thinks the ants may be able to understand and respond to him here, of course he wouldn’t want to potentially insult them by calling them insects, since to him that may have different implications and he clearly wants to respect the ants

we don’t know a lot about that much native animal/insect life that may have existed on Cybertron in the Aligned Continuity, all things considered, so it’s hard to say if this would even be an easily distinguished category for them; organic insects vs. cybertronian insects might be fairly distinct, but would it be, from their point of view?

consider the existence of not just insecticons but possibly also beetle type beastformers etc.

to Cybertronians, what we would consider animal lifeforms would quite possibly be more closely associated to people who can also turn into those animals and retain sentience while doing so

in which case, it makes a lot of sense that Chase, being unfamiliar with ants, may have just naturally assumed that perhaps these ants were just as sentient as an insect type beastformer in alt-mode, even if he is aware that organic lifeforms cannot transform in the Cybertronian sense

EDIT: just thought about this aspect, too:

“freedom is the right of all sentient beings”: if you don’t know who’s sentient or not, err on the side of caution

the Rescue Bots are aligned with the Autobot faction

famously, across most Transformers media, a large part of the moral core of Autobot ideology is the idea that all sentient beings have inherent rights to freedom (in various forms) and personhood, as per the famous quote from Optimus

it makes sense that any Cybertronians who side more with the Autobots would uphold this ideology as much as possible, in so far as that freedom does not cause harm

as far as Chase is concerned here, the ants may very well be sentient, as he doesn’t know and can’t really tell at first one way or the other-- but their actions are causing damage, and therefore he attempts to kindly but firmly intervene

thus respecting their assumed sentience by taking a polite and diplomatic approach to asking them to cease and desist

in Season 3 Episode 5, Chase does the same thing when the town starts to flood, in relation to the fish in the river: “All citizens without gills and/or fins must evacuate this area.” To them, the fish are citizens too. Because they’re sentient organic people until proven otherwise, and they don’t know yet either way.

(How “citizen” is defined for Cybertronians may also vary. Are all lifeforms in an area automatically considered citizens on Cybertron? Possibly. We don’t know how they may categorise lifeforms on their homeworld in this way.)

because when you can’t tell if a lifeform is sentient or not, it is the Autobot way to err on the side of caution and assume sentience until proven otherwise, for moral and diplomatic reasons.

which Chase does perfectly in this scene, and repeatedly on various occasions throughout the series.

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idk I’m just having a lot of fun on this Rescue Bots re-watch marathon, lmao

[Source: Rescue Bots, Season 3 Episode 7]

#rescue bots #rb chase #tf chase #maccadams #maccadam #long post #analysis post #rescue bots analysis #transformers #aligned continuity

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ceilidho · 4 months

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Do you have any writing tips?? Like you write so GOOD

you could write shakespeare but could shakespeare write a great cod fic? I doubt it

first of all.....i am going to scream........second of all thnx u........

hmm i have some tips but tbh a lot of writing is just trial and error, like doing a bad job for a very long time until suddenly it's good. and these are just tips/rules that i follow; i don't think they're objectively the best tips in the world and they work for the way i like to write, but plenty of people have different styles and would maybe disagree with me, which is perfectly fine!

i really enjoy writing vivid sensory experiences, but i think to write a really immersive environment, you almost have to use words that seem unnatural. it's really difficult to evoke specific qualia in people so you have to do it in a roundabout way. this is really hard to describe and i'm doing a poor job here, but like for instance, here's something i wrote about a girl having trouble sleeping:

a bit of a play-by-play is fine (like "she went downstairs to get breakfast and went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and then set it on the table" sort of thing), but it takes way too long to use that kind of narration all the time and it's not needed. if you find yourself describing the texture of like, their cereal, and it's not actually relevant to the plot, it's just extra writing for nothing.

this is work, but i think you really need to fall in love with words. learn new words, write down their definitions, group words together by their sounds so you know what sounds nice together, don't choose a word simply because it describes the thing you're talking about but also because the word itself feels dry/wet/elongated/or otherwise mirrors the content of what you're writing.

if you struggle with finishing things or get overwhelmed by long projects, set limits for yourself. only 500-1000 words a day or something like that, and then don't touch it after you hit your limit. it gives you some control over your anxiety imo but it also allows you to slowly chip away at your project.

read a lot. read so much. i have learned soooo much from reading other people's work and actually deeply respecting and appreciating how they write. this isn't the most recent thing i've learned but i've come to looooooooveeeee seeing something like ["Sure," he lied] in a story like OOOHHH it's so thrilling to be in on something that other characters aren't in on.

don't feel confined to a specific style of writing. some fics might call for a sparser style because it suits the tone of the story, but some fics might call for more purple prose, you know? and that's fine! you can play around with your writing and try different things. i feel like i have a pretty specific style, but even i eschew it sometimes when the mood feels right, like how superstore is NOT the same kind of fic as saltwater - saltwater was meant to be more introspective and lush, so the style reflects that, whereas superstore is supposed to be more direct and put you a little on edge.

anyway, just some thoughts!!! the thing to also remember is that nobody's doing it perfectly because everyone has a different style and a different way they want to tell stories. sometimes i'll find a really good writer and feel like briefly consumed by jealousy, but i can also write certain stories that they can't and vice versa. so don't beat yourself up while you're learning!!

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