J: “And Michael is doing, for lack of a better word, better. I wish I could say everything went back to normal between us after the whole Squip thing, but it hasn’t. Not exactly anyway. It’s…complicated.”
J: “I-I feel and am doing just fine though! Thanks for asking!”
Any tips on how to subtly make a (good) protagonist spiral down and become evil/the villain?
Aw yeah! I love this idea and I can’t believe I haven’t answered this sooner, sorry anon :/
It’s mostly about dropping subtle hints the whole way through, but here you go:
Morbid childhood. It doesn’t even have to be morbid- having a tendency to pull of dolls heads, ripping their siblings pictures up then blaming it on someone else, drawing rather graphic images, etc.
Make them mad. Have a person that’s making them insane.
Have a reoccurring incident that makes them more and more frustrated.
Toxic characters are key.
Deceitful characters. Make the protagonist oblivious as to what is happening to them.
Mind control, controlling actions.
Have a villain become friends with the protagonist and snidely dropping hints and unanswered questions that lead the character to insanity or curiosity- depending on their self awareness.
Just plain curiosity. Being overly interested in the dark, villain-worthy traits and not thinking twice about it.
Guidance from friends, siblings, family, the new kid who moved into town and is making it there goal to befriend the lead character, etc.
Denial of something, leading them to be rebellious.
Rebellion in a whole new light! Make the character rebellious and have them not understand what they’re getting themselves into.
Drop any ideas ya’ll have! I think this is a really clever thing tow rite about and I definitely need to have a go at it- not to mention get better at it… Good luck with your story though! Lots of love from Yasmine xox
a/n: hi I’m in love with Gaston, like yeah he was a major asshole for the last hour and a half of the movie but i like to think he had a soft side, you just had to be patient enough to see it. SO PLEASE REQUEST GASTON IMAGINES THANK YOU (or other BATB characters xoxo)
You sighed as you turned another page of your book. You tapped your fingers aimlessly on the table as the tavern bustled with people. You continued to read your book until it was taken out of your hands. You gasped and looked up to see two men standing in front of you holding your book.
You glared as you calmly said, “Give me back my book.”
The two men smirked as one of them said, “We just wanted to talk to you miss.”
You stood up and held your hand out for the book, “I’m not asking again, give me back my book.”
Request: hi:)) could I please request a 13rw oneshot with Zach Dempsey x Reader where Zach is basically in love with the reader but she’s totally oblivious and all his friends joke and stuff about it but in the end he kisses her or something and then they get together pretty plss
A/N: Ok so this is my second fic so bear with me but i thought this ask was really cute so here goes nothing! (sorry its so short!)
Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Fem Reader
“Hey hotness” Zach said smirking. “Hello Zach” Y/N responded as she shut her locker and turned to him. “Want me to help you out with those books?” He asked trying to be helpful. “Nah, its alright, I got it” Y/N said as she walked away. Zach watched her walk away until she entered a class room. He turned around and walked over to his friend group and started to talk with them.
“I saw you talking to Y/N over there. Is she still very oblivious?” Justin said turning to the group The rest of the group laughed. “Hey, its not her fault. I’m just not obvious enough…I guess?” Zach responded second guessing himself. “Dude shes so oblivious that she wouldn’t know your flirting unless it hit her in the head” Bryce said laughing. “Shut up Walker.” Zach said angrily. “Hey don’t get mad at me for speaking the truth” Bryce said while throwing his hands up in the air. “Whatever, I gotta get to class.” Zach said as he slung his back pack over his shoulder and walked away from the group heading to his next class.
Zach sat at his desk daydreaming about Y/N. He loved how her smile was radiant and how she was just like a big ball of sunshine. When ever she was around, it was like the whole room lit up. He just loved how every little thing she did was beautiful. Like how she would twirl her hair between her fingers when she was bored. Or how she would twist her silver ring around and around her finger when she was nervous. She was just so beautiful that she didn’t even have to try. Zach was quickly woken up from his daydream when Y/N bumped into him.
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” Y/N said apologizing. “Its alright. You can bump into me any time princess” Zach winked at her. “Um ok?” Y/N said confused as she walked away. “Hey wait up!” Zach yelled running towards Y/N. “Yes?” Y/N asked Zach. “Can I walk you home? Your house is really close to mine so ill be walking that way anyway” Zach said. “Sure, you can walk me home” Y/N said shrugging. “I totally get it if you don’t want m- wait I can?” Zach questioned. “Yup” Y/N said popping the p. “Alright sweet” Zach said nodding to himself.
As they walked together they talked about everything and anything. They talked about how they lived so close but never really knew. They also talked about how they were in almost all the same classes but never really talked before. They even laughed about some things and Y/N laughed at Zach’s jokes (even though they were really cheesy). When they got to her house he walked her up to the door.
“So I guess ill see you on Monday then?” Y/N asked as she began to unlock her front door. “Actually I wanted to ask you something” Zach said stopping her from what she was doing. “So I’ve kind of really liked you and I don’t know if your not getting my hints or you don’t return the feeling but if you don’t that’s fine and I underst-” Zach got cut off by Y/N crashing her lips on to his and kissing him. He was surprised at first but once he registered what was going on he kissed back. Y/N pulled away and started smiling. “God I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for like forever now!” Y/N said giggling. “Wait. You so you’ve liked me the entire time I’ve liked you?” Zach asked. “Well I’ve always liked you but I never knew if you returned the feeling so I never asked you out.” Y/N said shyly. “What? I thought I was being super obvious.” Zach laughed. “Really? hmm I never noticed, But then again i’m very oblivious” Y/N said smirking. “Ya. I kinda figured that out, but would you like to go out tomorrow? Maybe to Monet’s?” Zach asked. “I’d love to” Y/N said giving Zach a peck on the cheek. She then turned around and went inside the home. “Sweet” Zach said feeling all giddy inside. He turned around on his heel and started to walk home feeling very happy and he wished tomorrow would come sooner.
Hey um, I saw your post about Writer's block and it was great but I was wondering if you had any additional ideas/a separate list for Writer's block that comes from depression? Sometimes it's hard even to read at all and I'm desperate to write again
Oh darlin’, I totally get you. I’m really sorry that you’re struggling with inspiration and I really hope that I can help. Depression is the worst and I hope you all know that I’ll always be here for ya’ll. You’re all important and deserve all the love in the world and more. Please never think anything less of yourselves. So, my beautiful Anon, here’s a list formed especially for you:
Pinterest- Honestly, it’s amazing. Creating boards of character or plot inspiration can always help. When you feel ready to write again, you’ll have it in picture form. There’s honestly no wrong or right way to do it- just mess about with it!
Drawing/Doodles- It is always fun to draw your plot, characters and settings. You can go totally wild and it doesn’t even have to be good! You can write short things that come to mind when drawing the characters, or just draw them how you imagine. Again, there’s no wrong or right. Don’t put any pressure on yourself.
Mind-maps- Are always a wonderful idea and if you do feel up to writing then just scribble down some character traits or plot details. If that’s too much, it’s okay!
Notes- Writing short notes or scribbling down ideas can always help. I’d say to carry a notebook around with you and as soon as any sort of idea pops into your head, write it down. It doesn’t matter if it’s related to your current idea or not, just write it down. It doesn’t hurt to have a notebook full of stray ideas! Hehe XD.
Social Media- Use it to your advantage! Not everyone on the internet is as awful as your parents make out for them to be, so find new accounts, follow new users and connect with other people. Look at all of your talented-selves and connect with other users on here is you like. We all have something in common and it’s always worthwhile to connect with new people.
I hope this helped a bit and I really hope it gave you some inspiration. I know how hard it is to find inspiration at these points and I’m always here if you need to chat. You don’t need to stress. Even if you write three words, it’s better than nothing! I’m really proud of you and can’t wait to see your book in stores XD Lots and lots of love from Yasmine xox
This isn't kpop related but your bio says you like to read. Could you recommend a few of your favourite books?
ANON! Of course! I read a lot of fantasy/YA, so excuse my bias.
Some of my favorite books/series are:
1) Red Rising (Pierce Brown)
Sci-fi YA. I like to call it Hunger Games meets Enders Game. Honestly one of my favorite series. The world building, the fantasy, the suspense. Pierce Brown is a master and this series is something else.
2) Throne of Glass (Sarah J. Maas)
Fantasy YA. I love this series - absolutely adore. The first book is fantastic but it’s the direction in the next few (5/6 are currently out) that make me truly adore this world. It takes on a life of it’s own.
3) Court of Thorns and Roses (Sarah J. Maas)
So, I’m a Sarah J. Maas fangirl. LOL this book is a twist on Beauty and the Beast, set in the Fey world (not similar to Addewid if you read my fanfic blog lol). Anyways, it was book two of this series that dragged me deep.
4) The Wrath and the Dawn (Renee Ahdieh)
Sigh. This is a two book series that honestly had me on the edge of my seat and even crying at one point. A beautiful story - and very original retelling of A Thousand Nights.
Where would i begin to amass as much knowledge about fae as you have lol?? There are so many crosses between cultures and eras that it's really hard to pin down a Solid Source haha.
The thing is, the ‘Solid Source’ is kind of a myth when it comes to folklore and fairytale, in that the vast majority of these tales were a) oral, and some of the best retellings we have are b) written and secondary or tertiary. We’ve already lost a lot of the best versions of the tales if the cultures are gone or Christianised or heavily damaged.
So it’s good to turf the ‘I need solid sources’ mindframe when researching this stuff? I mean, it’s - I believe - way better to read like 100 versions of say…the Ugly Duckling or Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Brave, than it is to look for the ‘one true story.’ (Which doesn’t exist anyway, because in an oral tradition, they are meant to be changed and adapted to become relevant for whatever geographical group or class is hearing the story). Also fairytales and folklore are generally pretty short? You end up with huge huge variation.
However, I’ve written some stuff in the past that might be useful for you as well re: sources:
It’s worth also looking into anthropological studies on different cultures that practice animism; fair warning though, they can be very problematic. (Especially earlier studies, which are often racist and/or xenophobic).
Mostly with this stuff, it is actually often a matter of ‘quantity over quality’ which sounds weird but, there is so much and you can only really start by getting started and say…picking a favourite fairytale (or ‘species’ of fae) and researching them. You can hunt down more primary written sources (some of them are actually freely available on places like sacred-texts, due to copyright no longer holding on those sorts of texts) to distinguish between heavily Christianised tales and earlier versions; but you can also distinguish between those by researching animism tales/stories in different cultures etc.
Be prepared to give it a lot of your time, too. Like, I’m really only at the tip of the iceberg myself, and a lot of my studies have been going on since I was young and are very personal in that I research what has felt relevant to me over the years and I haven’t been doing this for say a course, or for a university or something (I’ve done some electives at university on this subject but ultimately, my research into these subjects is partly spiritually motivated, and partly about my fascination with ‘simple’ narratives told in complex or poignant ways to make them relevant).
You’re making way too much noise. Is that an airhorn in your bag? Oh, God, no, please don’t blow it.
You’re surrounded by books, binders, highlighters, and papers. When I asked what you were studying, you glanced back up at me with bloodshot eyes and said, “I’m not sure anymore.”
You can’t have a pizza be delivered to the school library! … Can you?
The types of books you’re checking out have me really concerned.
You’re asking me to help you find books on a topic you’re researching, and the library is huge, so I’m trying, but it’s difficult. Who researches the most popular lunch foods in Italy specifically from December 17th, 1982 to June 16th, 1990?
Listen, you seem like you’re really busy, so I’ll let you stay after hours, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about your state of wellbeing.
There’s a beanbag over there. Please take a nap.
You fell asleep and now you’re drooling over all the books. Should I intervene, or…?
Thanks for the donations, but it would be a little crowded if we accepted 52 copies of the same book. You can take some back.
You asked me to read over your essay. I don’t have the heart to tell you it’s awful.
I know an after-hours library date isn’t the most romantic thing in existence, but it was all I could do. Please forgive me.
We were sitting across from each other and I spilled coffee all over your rented textbooks, your important notes, and your paper that was due in three hours.
You basically just brought an entire buffet to the library. Food here isn’t permitted, but I promise not to kick you out if you let me have some.
A/N: An anon request where Spencer tells Morgan about this woman he met at his library, and Morgan doesn’t actually think she exists, but as they’re talking, a woman walks into the BAU, and it’s the woman they were talking about. @coveofmemories
“Not so fast, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said as his kid brother walked into the BAU with a cup of coffee and a giant smile. “It looks like someone had a good night.”
Spencer smiled, understanding what Morgan meant. After years of working together, he had picked up the way he spoke, although that wasn’t how his own mind worked. “Not that kind of good night,” he replied, sitting down and taking a large sip of his coffee. “I did have a nice night last night, but not the kind of late one you’re implying.”
“Okay, so spill it, Pretty Ricky,” he laughed. Morgan figured it was about damn time that the kid found some happiness in his life. They both loved their jobs, but to be the sole focus on one’s life wasn’t healthy - and neither had been able to find someone who could understand the balance necessary to work for the BAU and carry on a successful relationship. “I can only assume by the smile on your face that you met a pretty honey yesterday.”
As Spencer finished taking another sip of his coffee, he smiled, remembering the forwardness with which the librarian asked him out yesterday. “I did,” he smiled. “I had to return a book to the library and the librarian is new. Just out of a master’s degree in the field and extremely beautiful.”
Of course he would meet a woman at the library, Morgan thought to himself. Most people picked up dates in bars and through work, but Spencer found his companions through libraries and chess tournaments like a true nerd. “So tell me about her. Describe her to me.” Morgan formed an immediate picture of what she might look like - exactly the kind of woman that Spencer would be into, but once he’d started describing her, Morgan couldn’t reconcile the differing images.
“Where do I start?” Spencer wondered aloud without actually wanting an answer. “When I walked into the library she looked kind of out of place. Societal expectations tell us that the typical librarian is supposed to be nerdy and not typically ‘beautiful.’” He hated that kind of thinking, because he fell victim to it also. Someone that looked like him wasn’t supposed to be an FBI agent either. What had that one man from the militia called him? That’s right, he called him ‘a pipe cleaner with eyes.’ “Anyway, she’s on the short side. Long, wavy Y/H/C hair that goes past her shoulder blades. She looks gorgeous in red, which was what she was wearing yesterday. Her eyes are…and her smile…” Spencer started floating off into a daydream thinking about Y/N. “And when I went to return my book, she just asked me out, very straight-forward. I was really thrown off.”
Morgan practically choked on the drink he’d just taken a sip of. That did not sound like the kind of woman that normally went for Spencer. This woman sounded extremely confident, which was at odds with the kinds of women that tended to go for Boy Wonder. “She just asked you out on a date out of nowhere?” he asked incredulously. Even Morgan didn’t have a ton of women just asking him out with no lead up; that was a kind of confidence he admired.
“Yea,” Spencer said disbelievingly. “I asked her for her name first, because we didn’t even know each other’s names, but then I handed her my card and told her I’d love it if she called. I haven’t heard from her yet though and I didn’t get her number. I was so thrown off and nervous, I just walked out with my book.
That Morgan could picture. In his experience, whenever someone made a move on the genius, he tended to stumble over his words, blush like a madman and then awkwardly walk away. “Well how am I supposed to know if this woman even exists, kid?” Morgan teased, smacking him on the shoulder as they both went to grab something to eat. He knew Spencer wasn’t the type to make something like that up, but as the proverbial big brother, he felt it was his lot in life to make fun of him regularly.
“Of course, she’s real, Morgan,” he said defensively. However, upon seeing Morgan laugh, he realized he was only teasing. “Why would I lie about that? I mean she was beautiful. I really hope she calls. I can’t believe I didn’t get her phone number. I’m such an idiot.” After grabbing a candy bar from the vending machine, because as a genius, the smartest move ever was to eat a candy bar with his coffee for breakfast, he and Morgan made their way back to their desks. Today was going to be a heavy paperwork day.
As soon as they approached their desks, Anderson ran toward Spencer, claiming that someone was there to see him. Morgan hadn’t sat down yet, so he joined Spencer in his walk toward the elevators.
“Hi, Spencer!” Y/N said, feeling a little bit off in such a foreign environment. “I’m so, so sorry to come to your work place, but I meant to call you last night when I went home and when I reached into my pocket for your card, it wasn’t there. Last thing I wanted was for you to think I blew you off and I remember you saying you worked here.”
Morgan looked between the two in stunned silence as he gave her his phone number verbally so she could program it into her phone. “Just texted you, so now you have mine too,” she said, turning towards Morgan. “You work together?”
“Yea, nice to meet you,” Morgan said, extending his hand toward Y/N. “I’m Derek Morgan. Spencer was actually just telling me all about you.”
Her hand still clasping Morgan’s, she turned her head toward Spencer. “Oh really? Good things, I hope.”
“Only good things. Frankly, I was wondering whether or not you actually existed the way he was going on about you.” Spencer’s face curled up into an embarrassed smile, the blush rising to his cheeks quicker than a thermometer on a hot day. Hopefully, Morgan’s endless teasing of him wouldn’t drive Y/N off.
Thankfully, it only served to make her smile wider. “Well then,” she said, “I’m glad I made an impression. I don’t want to keep you from work, I just wanted to make sure that I got into contact with you, so you didn’t think I blew you off. I’ll text you and maybe we can get together this weekend.”
“Me too,” she said, turning toward the elevator and giving both men a small wave. “Oh and Spencer.” A big, dumb smile still plastered on his face, he spun around to look at her. “Just so you know, you made quite the impression too.”
As the elevator doors closed behind her, Spencer let out a nervous giggle. “Oh man,” Morgan exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder even harder than he had before. “She is something else. And you are smitten. You should text her now.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” Spencer asked. He had always been under the impression that there was a timeline for these types of things.
“Y/N doesn’t seem like the type to beat around the bush. She asked for your number and she came her to get it again when she lost it,” Morgan replied. “Screw the rules. Screw what’s expected. Just go for it.”
AU where Manolo gets fed up with bullfighter training and runs away from San Angel to escape the Sanchez legacy with nothing but a small pack, his swords, and his guitar on his back.
He spends days searching the harsh desert for Joaquin, who had by now been out on his own for at least a year. Manolo thinks perhaps he can be a soldier. It isn’t being a musician, but that’s not a choice he can make in San Angel, not as long as his father is around trying to force him to be the kind of man who could slaughter innocent animals. And if he can just track down his friend, well.. perhaps being a soldier would be bearable as long as he has Joaquin. He might even be able to help protect people, too. And he would still have his guitar.
But unfortunately he gets lost trying to find Joaquin and decides to stop in a small town one night, spending what little money he has to stay at an inn, and by some amazing luck he happens to overhear some guy gossiping about a soldier from San Angel who helped save his daughter from some bandits awhile back. Manolo excitedly interrupts the man and describes Joaquin to him, and the man confirms that it was indeed his childhood friend. Manolo sits down and tells him that he’s trying to find this soldier and if they could help him out. The man asks him who he is and how he knows Joaquin, and with a wry smile he answers,
“He’s my brother. My name is Manolo Rivera.”
The man beams at him and excitedly offers him his family’s horse to travel with, and while Manolo is hesitant to accept such generosity, the man is insistent on helping out the brother of the man who saved his daughter’s life.
So he presents Manolo with a beautiful Criollo mare with a soft white blaze on her forehead and sends him off in the direction Joaquin left. Manolo rides off, astounded that people could be so grateful to Joaquin that they’d be willing to give him a horse for free just for associating with him.
Perhaps being a hero wouldn’t be so bad. It certainly was treating him better than being a Sanchez.
And so Manny travels from town to town all over Mexico with his horse(whom he had named Estrella for the star on her head), going by word of mouth trying to find Joaquin and visiting all the towns the soldier had been to. And in every town he was surprised at the incredible generosity he was shown for his association with the soldier. Some people welcomed him into their homes, some let him eat for free, some gave him things. One family tried to give him a hawk to hunt and send messages with, but Manolo and the ferocious bird couldn’t seem to get along, so they gave him a small white and blue parakeet they had been keeping as a pet, which Manolo adored more than anything because it loved to sing, and named it Juanito. In return for all these gifts Manolo would repay their kindnesses with beautiful music from his guitar.
So in every town Manolo visits, he gets to hear firsthand all the stories of Joaquin’s exploits. A few are truly spectacular tales of heroism, but a lot of them are mostly small acts here and there, like saving a puppy with a thorn in its paw or delivering babies.
Unfortunately there are a fair few stories that, as it turns out, aren’t quite as heroic as Joaquin used to tell him the couple of times he had come home to San Angel. The soldier had clearly exaggerated or in some cases outright lied about the way some events had unfolded, clearly in an attempt to hide his shame the few times he had made a mistake or let somebody get hurt.
In one particular town Manolo is told a more tragic story about how Joaquin had accidentally let a young girl die because he had gotten carried away while fighting the bandit who had kidnapped her. In his carelessness he had been more focused on showing off and hadn’t realized the little girl had been wounded, and by the time he had defeated the bandit she was already cold and lifeless, and Joaquin had been stricken with guilt. The girl’s family had been outraged and ran him out of town.
Manolo had been shocked to learn of these events, until another citizen mentioned in passing that it was about that time Joaquin came to visit, and upon seeing the confusion on Manolo’s face, they explained that ever since Joaquin had let the little girl die, he had made sure to come back every few months to do some work for the town and spend time with the little girl’s family, trying desperately to make up for his mistake. Eventually the parents had forgiven him and he was now treated like part of the family, a fact that brought a huge smile to Manolo’s face.
And so Manny waited in the town a few days awaiting Joaquin’s return, and at last his searching came to an end when the gloriously decorated soldier rode into town, completely aghast at finding his childhood friend waiting for him. After a long evening catching up, Manolo manages to convince Joaquin to let him tag along and train him as a solider. Joaquin of course isn’t happy that Manolo has chosen this path where he could get hurt or be killed(not that that couldn’t happen in the bullring, he muses), but some selfish part of him wants nothing more than to travel with his closest friend by his side, and surely two can protect Mexico better than one?
So they set out and travel together across Mexico, and Manolo trains hard under Joaquin’s excellent tutelage. Admittedly despite becoming a decent soldier, Manolo never becomes particularly great at fighting, but he’s quick and agile and can dodge like no one’s business, something that Joaquin is eternally grateful for since he’s not exactly invincible like he is.
Manolo never does return to bullfighting, though he and Joaquin visit San Angel every once in awhile. At first Manolo is hesitant to face his father, knowing full well he had disgraced and discarded the Sanchez name in favor of his mother’s, but the Carlos he faces is a tired, broken man with defeat in his eyes. It takes all Manolo’s strength not to waver, until finally Carlos pulls his son into a firm embrace, catching the soldier completely by surprise. The Sanchez man pulls away and gazes at his only son with relief plain in his eyes, clearly just happy to see him alive and well. They never quite make up, but Carlos treats his son as his equal from then on, not having any choice but to respect Manolo’s decision if he wanted to continue being a part of his son’s life.
Manolo and Joaquin travel together for several years, and the legend of the mighty hero of Mexico extends to be the legend of two brothers fighting side by side for the good of all, the invincible Joaquin Mondragon and the swift Manolo Rivera.
My character is a patient at a mental Institute, and he meets this girl who works part time in a different area of the hospital. He doesn't want her to know he's a patient there in bc he's afraid of rejection, so what kind of coverups could he use for being there?
Ah I love this idea, it’s so clever! So firstly this reminds me of the movie ‘It’s Kind Of A Funny Story’ as both characters dress inscrubs to sneak up to the rooftop, so that might be one idea! I’ll see what I can do for you, it’s a super cute idea:
Visiting another patient in the mental institute.
Visiting another patient in any other ward- Sibling, parent, grandparent, girl/boyfriend (To make her jealous of course), etc.
Works there- Therapies, children’s nurse (Because come on, cute children’s nurse- who could say no?) doctor, surgeon (Is that being too ambitious?), receptionist, cleaner, Health care professional, nutritionist, kitchen worker, etc, etc…
It’s a hard one, but I think your character could pretend to be any variation of these. When dealing with a mental health problem, we (from personal experience) will go to great lengths to feel even the slightest moment of happiness- in this case he may go to great extremes to make sure he is noticed. This could also come in the form of him creating elaborate lies to not seem odd. It also depends on the way they build their relationship and how often they see one another, what might their end-game be? I know this was rather vague, so feel free to message me if you’re looking for some more detailed ideas! Good luck, I’d love to have a read, lots of love from Yasmine xox
Sorry to bother, but I was wondering if you know any ways to threaten/attack a freed slave? To elaborate, my character is immortal due to a demon creature and thus lives in our modern era, but was once a slave for the first 25 or so years of his life. He has sense then suppressed the memories and assumed a role as a teacher, but I need to know a way for other characters to bring the topic back up and use it in a way that could manipulate him to do their dirty work. Sorry if this was confusing!
First and foremost- you are really not bothering me! Don’t think you are it’s totally fine to drop asks and DM’s at any point you like, don’t feel like you’re bothering me, it’s amazing to hear from y’all! I just hope I’m helping XD
This is a really interesting idea and at first I didn’t realise the character was immortal, which I think is a great idea! So when you say other characters, I didn’t know if you meant his students or other characters altogether, so I worked with both hehe: