i have a lot of feelings and no way to accurately display them

Your Character’s Personality

Personality is the most important thing about your character.

So, whenever I see character sheets, most people just put a little paragraph for that section. If you’re struggling and don’t know what your character should say or do, what decisions they should make, I guarantee you that this is the problem.

You know your character’s name, age, race, sexuality, height, weight, eye color, hair color, their parents’ and siblings’ names. But these are not the things that truly matter about them.

Traits: 

  • pick traits that don’t necessarily go together. For example, someone who is controlling, aggressive and vain can also be generous, sensitive and soft-spoken. Characters need to have at least one flaw that really impacts how they interact with others. Positive traits can work as flaws, too. It is advised that you pick at least ten traits
  • people are complex, full of contradictions, and please forgive me if this makes anyone uncomfortable, but even bullies can be “nice” people. Anyone can be a “bad” person, even someone who is polite, kind, helpful or timid can also be narcissistic, annoying, inconsiderate and a liar. People are not just “evil” or “good”

Beliefs:

  • ideas or thoughts that your character has or thinks about the world, society, others or themselves, even without proof or evidence, or which may or may not be true. Beliefs can contradict their values, motives, self-image, etc. For example, the belief that they are an awesome and responsible person when their traits are lazy, irresponsible and shallow. Their self-image and any beliefs they have about themselves may or may not be similar/the same. They might have a poor self-image, but still believe they’re better than everybody else

Values:

  • what your character thinks is important. Usually influenced by beliefs, their self-image, their history, etc. Some values may contradict their beliefs, wants, traits, or even other values. For example, your character may value being respect, but one of their traits is disrespectful. It is advised you list at least two values, and know which one they value more. For example, your character values justice and family. Their sister tells them she just stole $200 from her teacher’s wallet. Do they tell on her, or do they let her keep the money: justice, or family? Either way, your character probably has some negative feelings, guilt, anger, etc., over betraying their other value

Motives:

  • what your character wants. It can be abstract or something tangible. For example, wanting to be adored or wanting that job to pay for their father’s medication. Motives can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, or even other motives. For example, your character may want to be a good person, but their traits are selfish, manipulative, and narcissistic. Motives can be long term or short term. Everyone has wants, whether they realize it or not. You can write “they don’t know what they want,” but you should know. It is advised that you list at least one abstract want

Recurring Feelings:

  • feelings that they have throughout most of their life. If you put them down as a trait, it is likely they are also recurring feelings. For example, depressed, lonely, happy, etc.

Self Image:

  • what the character thinks of themselves: their self-esteem. Some character are proud of themselves, others are ashamed of themselves, etc. They may think they are not good enough, or think they are the smartest person in the world. Their self-image can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, motives, etc. For example, if their self-image is poor, they can still be a cheerful or optimistic person. If they have a positive self-image, they can still be a depressed or negative person. How they picture themselves may or may not be true: maybe they think they’re a horrible person, when they are, in fact, very considerate, helpful, kind, generous, patient, etc. They still have flaws, but flaws don’t necessarily make you a terrible person

Behavior:

  • how the character’s traits, values, beliefs, self-image, etc., are outwardly displayed: how they act. For example, two characters may have the trait “angry” but they all probably express it differently. One character may be quiet and want to be left alone when they are angry, the other could become verbally aggressive. If your character is a liar, do they pause before lying, or do they suddenly speak very carefully when they normally don’t? Someone who is inconsiderate may have issues with boundaries or eat the last piece of pizza in the fridge when they knew it wasn’t theirs. Behavior is extremely important and it is advised you think long and hard about your character’s actions and what exactly it shows about them

Demeanor:

  • their general mood and disposition. Maybe they’re usually quiet, cheerful, moody, or irritable, etc.

Posture:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Posture is how the character carries themselves. For example, perhaps they swing their arms and keep their shoulders back while they walk, which seems to be the posture of a confident person, so when they sit, their legs are probably open. Another character may slump and have their arms folded when they’re sitting, and when they’re walking, perhaps they drag their feet and look at the ground

Speech Pattern:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Speech patterns can be words that your character uses frequently, if they speak clearly, what sort of grammar they use, if they have a wide vocabulary, a small vocabulary, if it’s sophisticated, crude, stammering, repeating themselves, etc. I personally don’t have a very wide vocabulary, if you could tell

Hobbies:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Hobbies can include things like drawing, writing, playing an instrument, collecting rocks, collecting tea cups, etc.

Quirks:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Quirks are behaviors that are unique to your character. For example, I personally always put my socks on inside out and check the ceiling for spiders a few times a day

Likes:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes are usually connected to the rest of their personality, but not necessarily. For example, if your character likes to do other people’s homework, maybe it’s because they want to be appreciated

Dislikes:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes can also contradict the rest of their personality. For example, maybe one of your character’s traits is dishonest, but they dislike liars

History:

  • your character’s past that has key events that influence and shape their beliefs, values, behavior, wants, self-image, etc. Events written down should imply or explain why they are the way they are. For example, if your character is distrustful, maybe they were lied to a lot by their parents when they were a child. Maybe they were in a relationship for twenty years and found out their partner was cheating on them the whole time. If their motive/want is to have positive attention, maybe their parents just didn’t praise them enough and focused too much on the negative

On Mental and Physical Disabilities or Illnesses

  • if your character experienced a trauma, it needs to have an affect on your character. Maybe they became more angry or impatient or critical of others. Maybe their beliefs on people changed to become “even bullies can be ‘nice’ people: anyone can be a ‘bad’ person”
  • people are not their illness or disability: it should not be their defining trait. I have health anxiety, but I’m still idealistic, lazy, considerate, impatient and occasionally spiteful; I still want to become an author; I still believe that people are generally good; I still value doing what make me feel comfortable; I still have a positive self-image; I’m still a person. You should fill out your character’s personality at least half-way before you even touch on the possibility of your character having a disability or illness

Generally everything about your character should connect, but hey, even twins that grew up in the same exact household have different personalities; they value different things, have different beliefs. Maybe one of them watched a movie that had a huge impact on them.

Not everything needs to be explained. Someone can be picky or fussy ever since they were little for no reason at all. Someone can be a negative person even if they grew up in a happy home.

I believe this is a thought out layout for making well-rounded OCs, antagonists and protagonists, whether they’re being created for a roleplay or for a book. This layout is also helpful for studying Canon Characters if you’re looking to accurately roleplay as them or write them in fanfiction or whatever.

I’m really excited to post this, so hopefully I didn’t miss anything important…

If you have any questions, feel free to send a message.

- Chick

How to Get the Most Out of Your Tarot Reading

Tarot readings are cool, but why not make them AWESOME? Here’s some ways you can be sure to get the most out of your divination situation.

🔮Have a Question In Mind- This sounds pretty obvious, but it’s astounding how many people I read for that have no idea what they want out of it. Wanting a general reading is fine, but definitely have an answer to the question “what would you like to know?” when you sit down/place an order. Thinking about what you want helps you solidify the question with the cards, and helps you avoid thinking an hour later, “Drat! I should have asked about _____.”

🔮Think about How You Frame your Question- Tarot has different strengths and weaknesses, like any divination form. Playing to these strengths will help your reader give you a more fulfilling answer! For example, I once had a querent purchase multiple readings from me asking for very specific times of things. While tarot CAN be used in that way, it is much harder and in my experience usually comes at the expense of more valuable information. A better version of, “when will X happen?” is “what will make X happen?” or “What must I do before X?” That way you know if X requires specific action on your part, instead of sitting around waiting for “Oh, maybe about three months” and nothing happening. Phrasing your question in a way that milks the most information out of the cards makes for a better reading!

🔮Know Your Reader- First and foremost, a tarot reader is not the same as a psychic. A lot of psychics use tarot cards as a tool, but most people just offering readings can’t tell you the name of your future spouse or the color of your great-grandfather’s shirt when he died. Secondly, every reader is different! Some are intuitive readers and pull cards from the middle of the deck, some have you choose the cards, others deal from the top, and that’s just one example. Every reader has a different style to their interpretation that makes for a unique experience, so if possible, be picky with who you choose to purchase from. Some readers work better with certain types of questions. Maybe some give more detail in their interpretations. Some readers tell a little story about each card, which people can like or dislike. Some have trouble delivering bad news. Some just may not resonate with you! If you have the ability to check out multiple readers, especially online, definitely do so and find one who you think lines up with your needs the best.

🔮Don’t Be Afraid to Confide- The phrase, “I have a question in mind, but I’m not going to tell you” makes me want to rip my hair out. In my experience, people do this less because they want answers and more because they want to be impressed by a display of Tarot’s accuracy and the reader’s intuitiveness. They want to see the reader still pick up on the Truth with no outside input. This is all fine and dandy, but it’s not going to give you a lot of information. Why? It’s going to be vague! I can’t connect the dots as well if I don’t have half of them. It’s okay to give me some information about your question; it helps me pick out signs I may have not found significant without context. That said, I understand the fear of just having a reader use your words to tell you what you already know and call it divination. So don’t feel like you need to over share, either! If you want to know about whether to break up with your partner over that argument two days ago or not, a simple, “I’ve been having relationship problems and would like some insight on how to move forward.” Should work fine. That should allow you to still get a display of the reader’s intuitive ability (identifying the specifics of your situation) while still getting an actual answer.

🔮Interpret For Yourself- Yeah yeah, do my job for me. But not quite. Sometimes there are symbols that strike us that the reader may not emphasize in their interpretation. You know yourself better than they do, after all. If you think the cards are saying something extra to you, feel free to include that in your personal takeaway! If a reader asks, “what does this mean to you?/does anything stand out to you?” (this happens more in person than online) it’s totally okay to say, “I find X really interesting because Y. How do you think that ties in with the rest of the reading?” Feel free to start a conversation over it. Pick these cards apart with your reader. I, at least, love when querents do this. It shows they’re invested and engaged, and it lets me pull even more information out for them.

🔮Take a Picture- If you can. Sometimes online readings come with a photo of your spread! (Mine do.) Look back on the photo with a fresh mind later and reflect on it. Have you come up with any new personal interpretations for it? (Once I had a reading that I thought was about starting a business, but realized later it was about me writing a book!) What do each the cards actually mean? Are there any patterns in the spread you notice? It can also be fun to look back on it much later and see how accurate it was!

🔮Get Readings from Multiple People- I like a little variety, but I also just like people. I have people I go to for when I need a really solid dependable reading, but I also enjoy talking to other readers and seeing how they do it differently. I know it’s helped me improve a lot as a reader. If you’re able, consider getting your question answered through multiple sources (but be respectful, we’re still people.) See if there are any common threads between the two interpretations (it happens quite frequently.) See how they differ! It’s more work and money but is usually fairly interesting.

🔮Don’t Take it Too Seriously- At the end of the day, getting a reading is not going to change your life. Only you do that. While tarot can be a magnificent tool for insight, it is not an actual changing force in and of itself. Don’t stress too hard over it and be sure to use it alongside your own judgement, intuitiveness, heart, and common sense. And most importantly, enjoy it for the sake of enjoying an art form!

If you’d like to purchase a reading from me, you can do so here!

Originally posted by limoniume

anonymous asked:

In a parallel universe if you were left in charge to write a SasuSaku movie about how Sasuke and Sakura's travels and how they got together, how would it go? What type of scenes and sequences would you include? How would the movie began? How would it end? What would be the general plot?

Hmm, I suppose I would make the general plot revolve around how Sasuke would be slowly getting over his demons, would be slowly opening up to Sakura more and more about his past with his family, his relationship with brother, his emotions and feelings during the massacre, and how he’d recount to Sakura the relevant events between himself and Team 7 that occurred within the main manga. These conversations would be the crucial parts of the movie, and would take place at regular intervals. For instance, during anytime they’re able to have some time to themselves, whether it be during a break in one of their missions, while travelling to the next location, or at night during one of the inns they stayed at.

I’d have the movie begin from where Sasuke Shinden ended; with Sasuke choosing to return home to Konoha:

From there, I’d direct a quick summary of his time there and when he left again, up to when Sakura decides to catch up to him. This is because it’d be important to provide the context of how they came to be at that point, but I wouldn’t want to dwell on it because in the grand scheme of things, that’s a relatively unimportant matter.

I’d involve some action here and there, like during the scenes when the two of them are helping out the local residents with some thugs or other things of the sort. However, I’d make the movie be very dialogue heavy, kinda like the Monogatari series, because I’d want the focus to remain on the conversations that Sasuke and Sakura have, in order to really emphasise how Sasuke slowly comes to terms with the world, with himself, and with his feelings for Sakura that had been developing for some time.

One pivotal moment I’d include would be when Sasuke tries to explain what happened in the Land of Iron from his perspective. He’d be hesitant in his elaboration, because he didn’t know Sakura would respond to being reminded of those events. However, Sakura would then recall why she couldn’t bring herself to end his life when given the opportunity; she knew that despite how far he’d fallen, he was still in there somewhere - she’d then tell Sasuke that it was what she was trying to get through to him when she confessed her love for him the 2nd time. Sasuke would remain stubborn about whether he could fully be redeemed, as he’d then bring up his immediate response to her 2nd confession. However, it would be at this point where Sakura would reach her wit’s end. She’d tell Sasuke that there isn’t much more she can do for him, if he himself isn’t willing to accept the fact that he’s not the same person he was. She’d then go to bed, and leave him to ponder on her words.

This conversation wouldn’t be mentioned again until towards the end of the movie, where after they had helped a particularly influential family who coincidentally happened to echo Sakura’s earlier words to Sasuke, he’d admit to her that maybe she was right; maybe he would be able to fully make up for his sins against the world and towards his friends, and perhaps even one day become a ninja who was highly respected in the world. Sakura would feel her heart swell at this, that Sasuke was finally coming to terms with who he was and the fact that it wasn’t too late for him, it was never too late for him.

Following this, Sasuke would want to thank Sakura for never giving up on him, never losing faith in him, because as he’d tell her, if it wasn’t for her and Naruto’s continued faith in him, he’d never have been able to find the faith in himself. So he’d thank her, but he’d feel as though that wasn’t enough. Sasuke would notice that just prior to their travels, he had begun to think of Sakura more and he couldn’t explain why; he just wanted to see her and spend more time with her. So after this realisation, he’d try desperately hard to try and convey this to Sakura, and tell her just how much she meant to him. However, Sasuke isn’t the most articulate person when trying to convey his feelings, especially when they were affectionate, so he’d be really struggling. Thus, for a while, all Sasuke would be able to get out is:

However, Sakura knew what Sasuke was trying to say, so her face lights up in anticipation, as she anxiously waited for Sasuke to finish, as so:

Yet, Sasuke just didn’t know how to finish the sentence; he couldn’t find the right words to accurately portray how he felt, whilst simultaneously trying to not seem as though he didn’t expect anything in return. So Sasuke would be visibly disappointed at his inability to finish his sentence. It is then that Sakura would come forward to plant a soft and brief kiss on his lips, because she was appreciative of what he was trying to do. She knew what he was trying to say, so she’d then say “Thank you, you mean a lot to me as well”.

Sasuke would then say “Yeah…”, and in an attempt to prevent an awkward silence, he’d come up with an excuse to briefly leave. But as he went on his way, he’d be displaying a familiar smirk on his face, happy that she understood his intentions, and excited at the prospect of what the future may bring:

I’d have the movie end with a quick scene of the future, where it shows Sasuke and Sakura together on the hospital rooftop, with Sasuke’s photo with the Kages collocated into the picture:

Just in order to signify that the wish that Sasuke had voiced towards the end of the movie did indeed come true - he become hailed as a village hero, highly revered and respected by everyone, and the master of his best friend’s son, all while having his beloved wife and daughter by his side ^_^

To insecure self typed INXJs (and others needing insight in Fi/Fe distinction)

SUBMITTED by rainismyfavouritecolour

This is a personal, very recent discovery that I’m indeed INFJ. It took me a very long time to understand, but now that I’m finally here, I want to share this with you.

Maybe you’ve been told you don’t look like an INFJ. Maybe you can’t fully identify with hunches or always being right. You might have read a ton of Ni vs Ne descriptions and found the Ni one always more accurate, but were too filled with self doubt to really go with it.

There’s no surefire method I can tell you will work for you, other than continuous study of the functions and yourself. But maybe some of what I’ve written will help you identify yourself better. This is my very subjective experience only, but I’m sharing it in hopes that this will help at least some of you.

— O —

On Ni:

I get hunches. Constantly. And I go with them so fast, I don’t even notice. It’s an immediate reaction, a bolt of lightning hitting me from above. The reason I didn’t realize it before was because I was much more insecure and self doubting. I didn’t pay enough attention to this happening, nor did I trust it. Instead of implicitly trusting myself, I constantly analyzed and questioned, wondered if I was wrong - running around in constant circles. But tuning into myself a bit more, I caught it. I took it for so granted and natural before, I didn’t see what was meant by ‘hunches’.

I don’t think about it, in fact, I will usually be elsewhere with my thoughts or preoccupied with something completely different, and suddenly the solution to some thing I’d been worrying about appears (provided I have enough/correct info). That’s Ni.

I easily see parallels and similarities between things that may not appear similar at all. That sounds Ne but you need to pay attention to what your mind does with all the impressions you take in. If they converge, that’s Ni. If they diverge, that’s Ne. See, when I draw parallels, separate entities become essentially the same thing. They carry the same meaning, become a symbol for the same thing. Ne would likely assign two (or several) different meanings to a single object instead.

Another thing is that it’s stated pretty much everywhere that Ni is always right. That’s false. Ni THINKS it’s right. It doesn’t have to be. That’s an important distinction to make. Ni’s accuracy largely depends how much accurate information is available. The more there is, the more likely it will be that Ni actually will be right. The less information is considered, the more likely it is that Ni will completely miss the mark.

So, coupled with how insecure I was, how was that stereotype anything I could much identify with at all? I’m very well aware I could be wrong, even believe I will be, because that’s what the majority of my life taught me to believe. It’s really hard to trust yourself if you’ve got no self belief. If you don’t know how to.

So, some advice for insecure Ni-doms, or really anyone - work on trusting yourself, on self belief. Take a step back and stop questioning/analyzing. It’ll become clearer in time and your confidence will grow.

On Fe:

I display a number of behavioral characteristics that are both Fi and Fe. That made it difficult to identify with either over the other. What decided it for me though, was how I process emotion. Of course, Feeling functions aren’t primarily about emotion but that’s an important part not to be overlooked. I use Extroverted Feeling simply because I don’t process emotion internally. I can’t. I need to, ideally, talk them out to truly understand what I’m feeling, the exact nuances of it, why I’m feeling it etc. I share them naturally, openly, one of the few things about me that actually are external. I’m vaguely aware of my feelings, when I have them, but trying to figure it out in my head is headache inducing. I simply don’t work that way. Writing my feelings out works as well, but there seems to be something in the act of sharing or hearing it verbalized that makes it a better solution than just writing.

Fi, introverted Feeling, cannot do this so easily. It feels everything much more internally, and sharing emotion is extremely uncomfortable, impossible even. This is a very clear distinction I can see between real life Fi vs Fe users, more easily in high Feeling types. Fe will tell you exactly what they’re feeling, raw and in the moment. Fi will do that indirectly by hurling insults or accusing you of things. Emotion is obvious in both but one is direct and to the point, while the other is less so.

If I talk about my feelings, they see it as whining about my problems. They don’t see that this is how I process and identify my feelings and problems in the first place. To them, it’s an unnecessary and tedious thing to do.

Now, Fe values are about making sure other people are comfortable first while Fi is about making themselves comfortable first. The reason I use Fe is because of how natural and easy it is for me to look out for how people feel/may feel. That’s not because I value being kind and considerate. It’s instinctive. It just happens.

An example of this is how I react to criticism. I don’t wonder if it’s true or how I feel about it, but panic about how to best adjust my behavior to remedy whatever the criticism was about. I adjust myself to make the other person more comfortable. For example, my family once remarked on how odd it was that I continuously, naturally explained my reasoning behind doing certain things (thanks to one of Charity’s posts I realized that was Fe - sharing ‘emotions’ openly). I’ve grown up in a pure Fi family. No Fe whatsoever. So, doing that was perceived as me being defensive which never even occurred to me. Taking this as an unconscious command of 'don’t do it, it’s making me uncomfortable’, I did away with that. I still want to do it and often catch myself in the middle of it - but wanting to maintain outer harmony is so unconscious, it’s like breathing air. You don’t pay attention or aren’t even aware but it’s still happening.

This kind of stuff has been influencing me so much, I blended in with my Fi family. I now superficially appear like a Fi user despite not being one. Often, I’m told I look like an IXFP. My empathy is so high and unconscious, I take on the attitudes and emotions of others and don’t even realize it until slapped in the face with it. I’m just learning that I’ve adopted a lot that way. The differences only become apparent if you know me (and MBTI) well enough. I’m simply unable to do anything without considering what consequences this may have on someone else.

Now, I’m not the stereotypical host. I’m not particularly warm or fuzzy unless you know me well. That’s because my brand of Fe doesn’t care primarily whether you’re physically comfortable, something that probably has to do with with low Se, but if you’re okay emotionally. That you feel safe and comfortable, unjudged and not rushed. That you feel understood. I want to make sure you’re feeling good. I instinctively wait for others to 'give permission’ before proceeding, all because of this unconscious need to be considerate, even if I really want to do it. Like turning on the AC when it’s hot. My sister and mother just go for it while I always either ask if it’s okay with them and wait until they say yes, or silently consider whether one of them has a cold or whatnot, if the AC will make them feel worse. If they object, I don’t do it.

Additionally, my 'values’ change and expand constantly. Sure, I’ve got a few that are pretty set, but generally, if you can make me understand, it becomes adopted into my world view and values. Live and let live, for example, is a pretty Fi value. Fe is about collective values which is why 'live and let live’ can be bypassed in favor of 'the greater good’. The individual can be ignored as long as the majority are taken care of. I remember my sister telling me how intolerant I was being by not going by 'live and let live’ - now, it’s a natural part of how I think. I can’t even pinpoint when it became part of me, but it did.

On Ti:

Aah, Ti. How I love and loathe thee. Truth be told, I’ve probably been stuck in a Ni-Ti loop for a really, really long time. I still am in one. To keep it short and simple -

Ti needs to understand something before it can apply it/is taken in. It takes apart a thing into its single elements, examines each one from all angles until fully understood, and by the end can put the whole thing back together any way it wishes. It continually adjusts itself with each piece of incoming information, making sure its always consistent with its inner logic. Ti asks 'does this make sense to me?’

I have never been able to apply any concept until I fully understood it, going by exactly that process.

On Se:

The ultimate blind spot. I get lost embarrassingly easy to the point of getting anxiety attacks. My body coordination is complete crap. I continuously run into walls or door frames (it gets worse the more I try concentrating on how to avoid it). I cannot react right away but need time to process. Try to force me and I become catatonic, unresponsive. I slow down and come to a standstill, a mental stutter and state of paralysis.

I’m wary of physical intimacy to the extreme. I’m quite disconnected from my body or the physical world. The line between my thoughts, imagination and reality is blurred and very easily questioned. But solitary exercise or walks are amazing. They make me quiet my mind until I’m left with nothing but pure physical sensations and the inner peace and calm it fills me with.

— O —

I hope this has been at least a little bit helpful.

I want to thank Charity for her amazing explanations, her infinite patience with putting up with so many of my (sometimes really stupid) questions, and finally for letting me post this.

Charity note: there are no stupid questions. :)

My Muse.

Spencer Reid x Reader

In which your paintings have finally been featured in an art gallery. Your team comes to support you and when they do, Spencer is speechless at the fact that all of your work was clearly inspired by him.

anon requested. idk how accurate this is as far as art galleries go so that’s why i didn’t talk about the setup much but i hope you enjoy this! xoxo

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

You’d been interested in art since you were quite young. Upon seeing all of the beautiful work in museums, when you weren’t working on a case with your team you were painting. 

You’d paint whatever was on your mind and so all of your work was immensely varied. There were paintings with splashes of color that were quite abstract and messy. There were masterpieces consisting entirely of dull colors such as gray, black, and white, paired with harsh lines that were a contrast the the swirls of your art on happier days.

However although a lot of your collection was unable to be clearly interpreted into one specific thing, other pieces were obviously something that you might as well have written exactly what it was underneath it. Your coworker and friend Dr. Spencer Reid, who you had intense feelings for, was often your muse. He had unknowingly inspired you, his curly hair along with his soft brown eyes and sense of style had always ignited something within you that you couldn’t quite explain with words. Your art spoke for you.

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Psychologist Pixi Is Back With Some MV Explanation

Ok I’m gonna make a post explaining mental illness in b.a.p’s mv bc I think lots of y'all are missing that all of that was mental illness (schi//////zophrenia, anx/////iety/dep//////ression w suicide ideation, body dysm/////orphic disorder, sub//////stance use disorder, and ano////rexia) I’m sorry about the slashes, if just rather not have this post in tags where people are seeking out help and recovery as it’s off topic

Sch////izophrenia: the guys seeming oblivious to the world around him, conducting even though there was no band? That’s what this disorder looks like frequently in severe cases. He’s caught up in hallu////cinations that keep him from reality. Everyone keeps mentioning him as murder and in that I think they’re missing a lot of the point. While more mentally ill people are more likely to suffer from violent crimes than to commit them, it still stands that violent crime by mentally ill people exists. (I’ll admit I’m a little bit iffy about this part of the mv bc of fear of violent crime being part of the stigma of mental illness, especially ps////ychotic illnesses, but I think bap addressed it in an appropriate way bc it wasn’t the point they were trying to make) the point they were making with this man and the bodies around him so a long standing legal debate, can we really hold this man accountable when he’s not aware of his actions? He keeps conducting, not knowing what he’s done. A lot of you are actually playing into this, reacting the way people normally would: you only notice the bodies, not the unaware man. He makes you uncomfortable because he is strange and different. But is he really at fault when he doesn’t know? That’s what bap is trying to say.

An/////xiety and de/////pression w suicide ideation: y'all have generally figured out the man in the bathroom, but in general that’s what he represents. He’s someone at the end of their line, frustrated, hopeless, and stressed. I feel like we’re used to seeing this disorder portrayed, so most people understood, so I’ll leave it there. Feel free to message me if you need further explanation.

Body dys//////morphic disorder: people keep labeling the girl looking in the mirror as just “insecurities” and i just want to clarify that it’s further than that. This is a woman doing anything she can to convince herself that she looks alright (which she does) but her appearance is never right to her. Likely what she’s seeing in the mirror is different from what we’re seeing, which is why she smashes it. She doesn’t want to see her reflection when it’s something so terrible to her. Baps making a good point here, bc we typically look down on people who hate the way they look and call them shallow and vain for obsessing over their looks, while bap is pointing out how much they really are hurting

Su/////bstance use disorder: the girl in the hall, holding her head, taking pills, is a clear representation of this disorder. We find her first in the withdrawal state, trying to resist what she’s addicted too, but she gives in despite the negative side effects (i.e. vomiting). I really like the way they approached this, because a lot of media dehumanizes and demonizes people with this disorder, but bap did the opposite, reminding their audience that these people are human, are suffering, and are mentally ill

Ano////rexia: I think people generally understand the girl in the kitchen, but here’s a little clarification. She’s cutting the food smaller because it’s a common rhetoric that if you eat smaller bite you’ll eat less. Even the one sliver of carrot feels like too much for her tho, bc like a lot of people with this disorder, it’s like she’s become afraid of food. She thinks eating anything is disgusting and will increase her weight, that’s why she’s hallucinating worms in the food. It’s a metaphor for how she views food. I really appreciate the way they approached this, instead of just putting a sad skinny girl in front of a mirror and maybe having her faint. Showing the really an//////xiety and ps//////ychosis of this disorder instead of standard, not really effective portrayals

Finally, emotion revolution is a summit held by mental health professionals every couple of years, focusing on creating a conversation about mental illness and lowering stigma

All of this to say, B.A.P - Wake Me Up is entirely and wholly about mental illness. It’s a music video that displays mental illnesses accurately while addressing the stigma surrounding them. It focuses on humanizing something we’ve demonized, and on showing mental illness not only in its reality, but without looking down on the people that have it. I really want people to understand this, because their message was really important

Too bad, too sweet (m)

Characters:  Lust!Hoseok & demon hunter!OC

Setting: supernatural au, demon au

Genre: 50% background story 50% filth

Warnings:  Explicit language, (dark) humour, violence, blood and sexual content including brief mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism, dom/sub undertones, breathplay, light bondage without safe words and lots of talk about sex. (Kind of dubcon at some parts but not really.)

Summary:  Hoseok, the Sin of Lust has loved all era he has lived in but the 21st century might be his favourite. He owns a popular place in Las Vegas: an ordinary bar on the surface but basically a sex club underground. However, rumour has it that a reckless demon hunter is coming after him. He couldn’t care less until Black Widow steps into his bar but then things get heated quickly. Hoseok is determined to break her resistance and teach her a lesson: there only one rule of lust: no love. Everything else is fair.

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Part of the 7 Sins collab for BTS’ anniversary. Check out the other stories as well!

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Yuri on Ice BD booklet translation (with Mitsurou Kubo interview) - Volume 1

The BD/DVDs were available in stores today, 3 days earlier than the official release, so of course I went to Animate to get my copy even if this meant waiting in line for almost 30 minutes, hah. I’m sure screencaps are being posted all over the net already, but I haven’t watched the BD yet because, guess what, I was translating the booklet.

The booklet has 3 parts:
1) Character introduction for Yuuri and Victor, which is mostly information we know already except for a few extra info (for example, I don’t think it was ever mentioned so far that Victor is fluent in French?).
2) “Topics”, in other words random curiosities. This is the same as above, information we already know plus extra tidbits.
3) Interview with Mitsurou Kubo, from which among other things you can understand that she is probably having fun reading all kinds of fan theories found on the web, lol (though mostly the Japanese ones I think).

Have fun reading, while I finally go watch my BD…

P.S.: I was actually meant to post the translation of an interview with Georgi Popovich’s seiyuu Wataru Hatano, but after being obscured by Victor’s birthday he also managed to be obscured by the early release of the BD… Poor Georgi. I will post that tomorrow or on Thursday possibly.

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Will the piglet become a prince?

Yuuri Katsuki
voiced by Toshiyuki Toyonaga

Height: 173 cm
Date of birth: November 29th
Blood type: A
Born in Hasetsu City

Past record:
Grand Prix Final 6th place
Professional Japanese figure skater

Introduction
He finally manages to participate in the Grand Prix Final, but ends up last. Following that he is unable to display his potential in the Japan National Championships and his season finishes there. 23 years old. He is called “glass heart” and the success rate of his quadruple jumps is low, but the peculiar rhythm of his steps has a good reputation. He was rumored to be retiring soon, however after Victor Nikiforov becomes his new coach he decides to aim for victory at the Grand Prix Final on his last season.
He is a Kyushu boy who is actually very competitive. The source of all his problems is his lack of confidence, but he has made up for it by training hard and is currently the ace of Japanese male figure skating. Since he tends to gain weight easily, he has decided that he will only eat katsudon (900kcal), his favorite food, when he wins a tournament. His romantic history is top secret.

A new legend is about to start.

Victor Nikiforov
voiced by Junichi Suwabe

Height: 180 cm
Date of birth: December 25th
Blood type: private
Born in Russia

Past record:
5 times consecutive winner of the Grand Prix Final
5 times consecutive winner of the World Championships

Introduction
The living legend that from the age of 23 years old has never lost a World Championship and has kept on surprising the world. He is not only considered a legend for his brilliant results, but also because he creates his own choreographies and is a pioneer always looking for new ways to express himself. He can perform 4 quadruple jumps, among which the quadruple flip that is considered his signature technique. His splendid and unlimited performing skills capture the hearts of skating fans and athletes from all over the world.
Beside Russian, he is also proficient in English and French. Although he is always smiling and ready to provide fan service, his innocent and uninhibited remarks coming from his absolute confidence never fail to create tension in the Russian skate federation. Christmas is celebrated all over the world as the birthday of Victor Nikiforov.

YURI!!!’s TOPIC

TOPIC 1: Poodle
Looking at the pictures of Victor and Makkachin, Yuuri also decided to get a poodle and named him “Victor”. His nickname was Vicchan. Now both his smartphone case and background picture feature poodles. His dog Victor lived out his natural life span when Yuuri was at the GPF, but Makkachin came to Hasetsu together with Victor! Yuuri’s first thought when he sees Makkachin is “so huge!”. Indeed, even though their faces are identical, Victor was a toy poodle, and Makkachin is a standard poodle. The size is completely different.

*His display background is also a dog
*His smartphone case is also with dogs
*His tissue case is also a dog
*Yuuri’s pet dog Vicchan
*The magazine picture that made Yuuri decide to get a dog

TOPIC 2: Blade
The blades each athlete uses are different depending on their personalities. Yuuri’s blades are a standard type. Yurio’s are a new lighter model said to make it easier to perform jumps. If you look closely, the shape of the parts under the sole that support the blade is different. Victor’s blades are golden. Even the sound he makes when he glides the ice is beautiful. The personality of each athlete can also be seen in the color of the edge case used to cover the blades when the skating shoes are not used.

*Yuuri
*Yurio
*Victor
*Edge case: 1) Yuuri, 2) Yurio, 3) Victor

TOPIC 3: Hasetsu City
A castle town by the sea in Kyushu. …Or so it’s called, but the castle is actually fake and has a ninja house inside. It’s famous for its marine products, however due to the decreasing population it’s somewhat of a lonely place. The monument in front of the station that Yurio found gross portrays the local “yuru-chara” (mascot characters), a squid and a sea urchin, which are not very popular among the locals either. The popular menus of Yuuri’s house, daytime onsen “Yutopia Katsuki”, are squid sashimi and katsudon. The sweet potato shochu “Makai e no Izanai” was also appreciated by Victor.

*A town with a castle and the sea
*Unpopular yuru-chara!
*Currently there’s only one onsen resort in the town

TOPIC 4: Russian yankee
Yurio’s fashion style is Russian but it also corresponds to the style of Japanese punks (“yankees”). Or the style of old ladies in Kansai. His favorite design is leopard print and tigers are his favorite animal (he owns a cat). His meticulous aesthetic sense, with shoes, clothes, edge case, suitcase and even disguise mask all in the same style, makes his fans a little uneasy. However, his most hardcore fans “Yuri’s Angels” consider him a fashion leader.

*He’s fashionable but doesn’t like cleaning up
*Attempt at a disguise?
*He wants to show the world

TOPIC 5: Ice Castle Hasetsu
Skate rink at the base of Hasetsu Castle, one of the few in Kyushu that are open throughout the year. It’s the place where Yuuri started skating and also his current training base. Thanks to his friends, the Nishigoori family, working as staff, he is allowed to use the rink to train even outside normal business hours, which is very helpful. It’s rare for a Japanese rink to have light coming in through a window, and to Yuuri this is one of the most beautiful places in the world. The names of the mascot characters are Ikahime and Ikadono.

*The castle can be seen in the background
*Yuuri is lucky because he can have the rink all for himself
*The Nishigoori family


Original plan / “name” (manga storyboard) / character plan
Mitsurou Kubo interview

A story where Yuuri seizes things with his own hands.

The first time I met director Yamamoto, 2 years ago, she told me that she wanted to create an anime about the deep bond between a coach and an athlete. How to concretely shape the story is something that we decided after carrying out extensive research on figure skating and studying it. The director taught me a lot and I also checked out stuff on my own, while at the same time keeping in mind the feelings of an amateur, as it’s important to understand what would catch the heart of someone who doesn’t know anything about figure skating and has their first approach to it through an anime.

-The feelings of the creators emerge in their work-

The director doesn’t follow single athletes, she really watches everything, ice dance, single, pair, and she has respect for everyone, both past athletes, current athletes and even young ones. For example, she always calls all athletes with the “-san” suffix (common Japanese honorific), including the junior skaters. And not only in front of them, she does it when she speaks with me too. I think it’s the small things like this that emerge in your work. I believe that it’s important to act freely within our creation, while treasuring the feelings of respect and support for the athletes and without feeling superior.
However, you don’t really feel like enlivening the story with someone getting hurt. At least within the anime, you want everyone to stay safe from injuries. Since in real life it actually happens often…… But then, when the series started airing, I saw people worried that someone might get injured or die, and I realized that maybe it’s actually that kind of things that people look for in fiction.
If it were a long serialization it could have been possible to accurately portray someone going through that kind of hardship, but this time we only had one cour. That is why we chose to limit the worries of the protagonist Yuuri Katsuki to his talent and his psychological weakness, instead of having the people around him put a lot of pressure on him or having someone that disapproves of his choices. We wanted to show someone who has trouble progressing while being surrounded by kind people who don’t step too much into his territory, thus diminishing the enemies. I was careful because I didn’t want to make a story where he would put the blame on someone.
I was very happy when, after the show aired, I saw people comment that they can watch it over and over because they don’t hate any characters and so they don’t feel stressed.

-Having viewers get accustomed to the characters-

Indeed, what’s important is that characters are alive within this work. The first thing I thought when I found myself creating a story about sport is that if a saw a person completely unrelated to me that skates, no matter how well they skate I probably would not feel them “close”. If a person that isn’t really interested in real world figure skating watches it they would just think “oh, some skilled guy is skating”, like watching from a distance. I realized that if the viewers don’t become familiar with the characters they will never feel personally involved watching them in a tournament.
That’s why we didn’t jump to the matches right away but we spent 3 episodes getting the viewers accustomed to the characters as much as possible. If you can get familiar with the characters and personally experience how it feels when an athlete you really like is participating in a tournament, then you can finally be engrossed in the world of the series. I hope this mechanism works well. I really did my best, because I’m sure that the fiction will not strike a chord in the viewers’ hearts if we don’t create the necessary premises first.

-Is it the same for Katsuki-kun?-

Based on my experience working with shounen magazines, Yurio wouldn’t make for a good protagonist. He shines the most as a rival, but if you use him as a protagonist he is not going to push the story forward, he would probably send it more in a tragic direction. Yuuri Katsuki really pushes the story forward, he’s helped me more than once. Yuuri is indeed the type that doesn’t have confidence, but when you see the interviews of lots of athletes from the real world, who have developed through many battles, you see what a strong personality they have. When you see a skater who is very passionate about training say “I don’t really listen to what my coach says”, automatically you think that maybe Katsuki-kun too doesn’t really listen to his coach when he’s focused. When a kind and sensitive-looking skater says that the judges should “watch me more” in a very blunt way you think that maybe Katsuki-kun too, deep down, has that kind of thoughts about the judges. I like it when real athletes say things that I would never come up with. Still, I use what I hear as a reference when deciding how the characters would behave, but the decision is ultimately based on the personalities that I created for them.
Also, I didn’t want to make it so that Victor as a coach would give and teach everything to Yuuri. The driving force of this story is how Yuuri Katsuki seizes things with his own hands. When you have a coach that twists you around his finger you necessarily have to change yourself or to change something to understand how to move forward….

-The difference between manga and animation-

It’s the first time that I’m involved with animation, and first of all, in manga you cannot show music and movements together. Obviously. Recently I’m realizing how much manga actually rely on the imagination of the readers. If you draw someone saying “what an amazing performance!” and then spend a few frames to draw the pose in an impressive way the reader might actually be convinced that they’re indeed doing an “amazing performance”. I draw my manga adding details until I’m satisfied and consider them “completed”, but now I think that might not be true.
I feel that this work, that was born from the joint effort of animators, voice actors, musicians and many other people, is now standing on its own. I reckon that there are people who think “since real life skaters are so wonderful, there must be something deep in the world of the anime too”, and so they imagine new things. Among many different languages, sexualities and discussions, there are many people who are bringing out their creative ideas, and I guess to every one of them this work is becoming something special. When I take a look at people’s impressions there are so many things that surprise me, for example how different people will interpret something in completely different ways, and how some people look for deep meanings I didn’t even think about.
I have come to find it really captivating that these characters have left my hands and are existing somewhere else. When I see things like that I really feel like I would never get tired to hear the thoughts of people who say they love this work.
And at the same time, the feeling inside me that makes me not want to lose to anyone has also become stronger. I didn’t create these characters alone with my own power of course, but more than ever I feel that I am responsible for making these anime characters grow stronger than anyone else! Like Victor, I found motivation.


Topped (M)

Chapters: 1| 2| 3

Summary: All he wanted to be on top for one, and you happened to be there.

Genre: Smut, College AU

Word count: 1.8K

Tags: Drinking, allusion to boyxboy, cheating, hand job, eating out, anal

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Can’t Take The Sky (1/3)

She knows how to find people. He’s got a fast ship. They need each other - and neither of them is happy about it.

… in which Emma Swan and Killian Jones team up to apprehend an armed and dangerous military deserter, who just so happens to be Killian’s brother. Shenanigans ensure - in space. Sci-fi AU inspired by all the things I love, for day 4 of @seastarved‘s Fantasy Pretzel Week.

Huge thank you to the ladies at the CS Writers’ Hub for the cheerleading and the feedback and everything! You’re all wonderful.


Blaster fire lit up the alleyway around Emma, flashing as it hit the grimy walls, the high-pitched whirr of the guns drowning out noise of the speeders from the street beyond. She flung herself into the meagre cover of a waste disposal unit, breathing hard. Her back was still hitting the wall when her companion joined her, whirling around to fire at their attackers as he backed into her.

And kept backing up.

“Hook,” she pressed out as his shoulders obscured her view, the scent of leather and soap almost overpowering the smell of the alley. “You’re crushing me.”

“My apologies, but I’ve no desire to get shot,” he gritted out. “Where did all these fellows come from?”

“You’re the one who poked the gundark den,” she reminded him sharply. “Why’d you break cover? You were supposed to wait for my signal.”

She’d known going in that this mission was a huge risk. It had gone well at first; they’d landed on Dathmun without any of the trouble that Killian had predicted, and he’d even managed to talk the dock officials out of the usual trumped-up customs charges. Up until give minutes ago, Emma would have said that the place was perfect—easy in, just busy enough to provide cover and distractions, and no weapons bans.

She might still be saying it now, if her words weren’t going to be drowned out by the blaster fire.

“Did you see how he was looking at you?” Killian demanded, edging carefully forward to snap off two quick shots at their attackers.

“How—“ Emma felt her eyes widen, something fast and hot and angry rising inside her. “You got jealous?”

“No,” he shot back, a little too quickly. “You were about to be made.”

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A Guide to Dæmon Interactions

Both interpersonal and inter… dæmonal. Keep in mind, these are solely based on my opinions of how a world with dæmons might be. These are not entirely based off of interactions from the HDM series, though it is the same principle. If anyone has other ideas, please share! It would be fun to talk about.

Firstly, I would like to address the idea I sometimes see floating around that  dæmons would be like guides or companions, sometimes even friends/protectors. Personally, I find this a bit absurd. A dæmon is a person’s soul, their innermost self, not a pet, and they are really not your therapist. I think the mistake people often make is that, in a world with dæmons, one human and one dæmon make a singular person. Two halves of a whole, and all that. How you view yourself is how you would view your dæmon, and vice versa. This isn’t to say that you can’t have a good relationship with your dæmon, it’s just a personal pet peeve that I have about the idea that a dæmon would comfort you through all the hard times and such. A person’s relationship with their dæmon is very much dependent on their relationship with themselves.

To break this down further, let’s examine how emotions would be interpreted to body language and proximity. A dæmon that is very clingy to their human would be portraying that person’s desire for comfort and support. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing; it could be a way of broadcasting someone’s lack of support system, or just a personality trait. Either way, the tactile act of comfort is representative of someone who enjoys/needs consistent reassurance. This kind of behavior could also be drawn out by anxiety, and someone subconsciously wanting to feel secure. Other ways anxiety could manifest would be submissive positioning (head down, exposed belly/throat, ears back, skittish movements, etc) for fear, raised fur/feathers or other types of bluffing threat displays for anger/distrust, hiding behind their human or in their clothes, and uncharacteristically high energy. Now, the default actions of a dæmon say a lot about their personality, as well as their human’s. Someone whose dæmon hides behind them suggests that they lack the confidence of someone whose dæmon bristles or snaps. In contrast, a dæmon that is rarely emotional signifies someone with barriers between themselves and the rest of the world.   

Now, the majority of people will be reasonably tactile with their dæmons- it just makes sense. While there can be subconscious drives behind a person/dæmons actions, a decent amount of it can be written off as part of living in close, comfortable proximity with another being. There’s a difference between a clingy dæmon and, say, a mouse dæmon who constantly rides around on their human’s shoulder for convenient and comfortable transportation. There’s also a difference between someone whose dæmon is reasonably aloof, and someone whose dæmon genuinely dislikes them. And yes, I do think that can happen for people who really, truly hate themselves. In my opinion, an indicator of certain kinds of mental illness could be a generally tense or bitter relationship with one’s dæmon. For example, someone with depression might alternate between a dæmon that is overly attached and one that’s aggressive with them, or they might desire to touch their dæmon but they won’t be allowed to. Even people without any type of mental illness would probably experience their dæmon lashing out at them in frustration at one point or another.  Anyway, someone who has a good relationship with their dæmon but isn’t constantly touching is likely the type who is pretty comfortable with themselves. They don’t need to regularly fulfill their craving for attention/affection, and therefore can handle a slightly more detached relationship.

I personally am of the opinion that in times of high emotion/stress, dæmons fall back onto their settled forms’ instinctive responses. For example, I don’t think a dog dæmon would never sniff another dæmon’s butt, but when they’re happy they’ll wag their tails or let their tongues loll out. Scare them and they might yelp, piss them off and they’ll growl, but there are still certain practices that just aren’t acceptable. There might be communes or something where dæmons are encouraged to “go natural” by acting as animalistic as possible. However, in your stereotypical interactions, dæmons are going to act like people, not like animals, though I think most dæmons leave the talking to their humans. In some countries, there might be some kind of polite greeting between dæmons, but that’s just speculation. Dæmons as a rule, I think, don’t usually talk to anyone other than other dæmons, their own human, and people they’re close to. I would think that they are capable of speaking out, and do, but I can imagine most people would like to keep their soul to themselves, a bit. Of course, levels of chattiness would depend largely on the dæmon/person, so for some, it isn’t that unusual to hear their dæmon talking to other people. I picture dæmons who are close spend a great deal of time cuddling or grooming one another, and chatting quietly together.

For people with separated dæmons (if they have a large water-bound form, an inconveniently large terrestrial form, or even a bird of some kind) I think they would likely compensate for the missing emotional support/broadcasting provided by their dæmon by being a bit exaggerated in their expressions and gestures. Without their dæmon next to them to help show how they feel, other people might need that extra indicator to really understand them.   

I imagine that it happens sometimes that people’s dæmons would just decide they like or dislike one another out of the blue. I’m sure it would be one of those things that couldn’t be scientifically proven, but the theory is that dust can be attracted or repelled by itself, and it pretty accurately can show how well two people will get along. This leads people to ask; do people turn out the way they do because of the specific dust their dæmon is made of, or does specific dust become attracted to them because of who they are? Kind of a nature versus nurture question.

Anyway, I feel like this is a pretty comprehensive overview of what interactions in a realistic world with dæmons would be like. If you think I’ve left anything off, let me know so we can talk about it! Or if you disagree, tell me why. I’m curious to hear what everyone has to say.

Next up I’m thinking of doing a guide to dæmons and gender/sexuality, if people are interested.                      

Top 25 Larry Fics of 2016

I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is larry. I like making lists and I like larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2016 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

An honorable mentions list will probably come soon, because there are so many brilliant fics that don’t reflect in their kudos.

25.) I Love You Most by @alienproof (11k)

Friends with benefits has always been enough for Louis. Until, of course, it isn’t.

24.) Just Like the Wolf Before He Bites by @crazyupsetter (11k)

He’s loud, Louis is, and that’s far from unusual for him, but the volume of it still has Harry pulling back the curtain. There’s a half-formed thought in the back of his brain about telling Louis off, because it’s fucking half three in the morning, but then.

But then Harry’s eyes get stuck on the soft glint of Louis’ stubble in the light, and he’s making his way across the room before he even realizes it.

Louis, for his part, just tips his chin up to give Harry space and keeps talking, waving the joint in his hand around for emphasis. He doesn’t even bother to greet Harry, going on with his story to his semi-rapt audience, just settles a hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushes him down firmly.

Harry just. Relaxes. His eyes slip closed, pushing his entire face into that spot underneath Louis’ chin, where his hair is still growing, neat and prickly. The scent of Louis’ cologne drifts into Harry’s nose, light and fresh, and it’s calming. Comforting. His breathing syncs up with Louis’ quickly, and Harry feels so much better than he had five minutes ago he almost wants to cry.

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I have really conflicting feelings over whether Christian Borle or Ben Platt deserves the Tony. On one hand, Ben Platt has really dedicated himself to the role of Evan Hansen. It’s so hard to accurately portray a teenager with anxiety/social anxiety, and he’s done an excellent job to say the least. Every night he puts so much emotion into his performance that he cries himself, (like a lot). However, This is an issue I know I’ve mentioned before, but I’m gonna do it again anyways. Ben Platt developing Evan’s habitats and having to go to therapy doesn’t mean he deserves the Tony more. He deserves the Tony because of his dedication and his ability to move an audience to tears every time he walks on stage. He deserves the Tony for his incredible singing talent combined with his acting. He deserves the Tony for his contributions to opening peoples eyes about mental illness, how society nowadays is rapidly changing, and how we are never alone no matter how much we think all hope is gone. He does not deserve the Tony for worsening his emotional and physical health in the process. Hurting yourself in an attempt to fully immerse yourself in a role does not deserve praise, and it shouldn’t be encouraged. With that being said, Ben Platt has still achieved a lot, and it’s wonderful that this is his first Tony nomination. 

Let’s go to Christian Borle. Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I love Christian to pieces. Aside from the fact that I have an obvious bias towards him, and that he’s already won two Tony’s, let’s look at his performance as Marvin. In a way, it’s slightly similar to what Ben Platt does. Marvin is an extremely complex character, and while we may not know exactly what he “suffers” from, he’s definitely neurotic in some way. I’m not going to go into to much detail about the challenges of playing Marvin, but I will talk about a few of them. Firstly, the development. Marvin is an asshole in Act 1. We’ve all continuously discussed how Marvin can’t handle the fact that Whizzer’s more masculine then he wants him to be, and how he’s frustrated that his family won’t allow him to shove them into the boxes that his disillusioned view of society wants him to. He can’t seem to even see Whizzer as a person with his own wants and needs, and completely ignores the damage he’s done to his family member’s relationships with each other and himself. I could go on and on about how confused and mislead Marvin was in Act 1, but that’s for another time. In Act 2, his change in character is clearly noticeable right off the bat. He literally sings, “It’s about time to grow up, don’t you think” during Welcome to Falsettoland.  Throughout the rest of Act 2, he shows how he has matured much more since the end of Act 1. He manages to successfully start up his relationship with Whizzer again, and What More Can I Say displays perfectly how his feelings have changed from seeing Whizzer as an “obedient housewife” to caring about who he actually is as a person. Along with general character development, there’s a lot more that could be taken into account. His relationships with other characters, the emotion he has to put into his performance as Whizzer dies, both his individual and group singing roles, and how he’s able change “moods” so quickly are all great reasons as to why he should win the Tony for best actor in a leading role. 

I don’t know y’all, this is a tough call

College!AU Hoshi
  • major: acting 
  • minor: sociology 
  • sports: tried out for baseball team with seokmin but dropped it freshman year 
  • clubs: on campus dance team, theater ensemble 
  • like his best friend seokmin, hoshi is incredibly popular on campus. everyone knows him because he’s always being goofy w/seokmin or reciting lines from his memory in the quad while standing atop on of the benches
  • anyone who’s walked from one class to another has probably met hoshi on their way and hoshi probably gave them a flyer advertising the theater ensembles next performance and then made them pinky promise to come
  • and like people always go because hoshi is a natural born actor who manages to captivate people like magic and it’s obvious he’s going to make it 
  • choose sociology as a major to better understand human relationships and situations brought about in the real world and how to display them accurately through the characters he plays 
  • people are always telling him to audition for movies or tv shows and the thing is hoshi is much more in love with theater than he is with being on tv. his favorite thing ever is musical theater and aside from being the lead almost all the time , he also choreographs a lot of the dancing in the college productions 
  • everyone in the acting major calls him ‘genius 10:10:’ and one of his classes starts at 10:10am and the second he walks through the door he’s just like *finger guns* “it’s hoshi time”
  • the professor: no it’s ‘contemporary women playwrights’ class time. hoshi sit down
  • sometimes he’ll do method acting and come into class with a british accent or he’ll come in wearing a hakch’angui and everyones like ???? but hoshi has literally no sense of embarrassment 
  • makes business major mingyu practice his lines with him during lunch and mingyu’s like “literally. id rather be studying finances right now.” and hoshi’s like “read your lines.” and mingyu *trying to mimic a high pitched voice* “o-oh prince of my dre-” hoshi: “no no no, say it more romantically.” mingyu: “…….i will kill you.”
  • the theater majors have parties every time they complete one of their shows and honestly it’s like the most lit even on campus because everyone’s dancing around in the empty theater drunk out of their mind, playing around with props, and still in campus and whoever told you theater majors don’t know how to have fun is a LIAR hoshi tried to climb the curtains at one of the parties while still wearing his outfit from ‘peter-pan’ and claiming he was searching for captain hook, who, coincidentally had passed out in one the dressing rooms. tl;dr: theater majors get WILD
  • but otherwise hoshi’s the outgoing guy on campus who everyone wants to befriend or hangout with because he’s funny, cute, can dance, and will imitate your favorite actors if you ask him 
  • and you know him, you’ve been to a couple of the college theater’s shows and you’re impressed by him like everyone else. you never really think about approaching him though because his circle of friends is big enough so it’s more of like you know the name hoshi, but beyond that you two are strangers
  • which is why when you drop by the theater to ask if anyone has seen your friend who’s also part of the ensemble you’re surprised to see that hoshi is alone there pacing up and down the stage in a panic
  • and you call out to him like ask if he’s seen your friend around
  • and hoshi turns to you and jumps off the stage and makes a damn beeline to where you’re standing near the last row of seats and like
  • you’ve never seen him up close but now he’s standing like 4 feet away from your face and hurriedly he explains that your friend canceled on practicing with him because of a test and now there’s no one here to practice with and opening night is tomorrow and he’s basically like a frantic mess
  • and you’re like ?@@?@?!?@?!?!?/ “im sorry????? can’t you ask someone else-” and hoshi is shaking his head like “mingyu’s at study hall, wonwoo’s not answering his phone, minghao never reads lines with me, and seokmin- that rascal - he’s got a baseball game!” 
  • and then ………. and then hoshi snaps his fingers and his face completely changes and he’s like “are you free right now?”
  • and you can tell where this is going and you want to lie and be like “oooo i have lab gtg” but then again you don’t have lab and also you don’t want to lie to this person whose obviously in need of help and so you swallow and nod and hoshi smiles 
  • and stretches out to take your hand and put the script he’s holding into it 
  • and that’s how you find yourself standing on stage. alone. with hoshi. 
  • and out of all the plays it’s pride and prejudice (the musical version apparently) and the lines hoshi needs to practice the most are from darcy’s famous confession and like
  • as he’s getting into character you’re like sweating stammering over ur lines as elizabeth and like when ur done hoshi suddenly changes from a lively smiley boy you know him best as to this cold look in his eyes and he takes a step forward confidently and like 
  • the lines of the confession are really mature and use a lot of large words and hoshi sounds so eloquent and his tone drops to be lower and you’re honestly spellbound when he reaches out to touch your face and you’re supposed to smack his hand away but like ,,,, you can’t 
  • this serious side of hoshi, although it’s for the character he’s playing, has you basically starstruck and after a minute of just staring at him with your mouth open hoshi backs away and starts laughing like 
  • “are you frozen??” and you feel yourself turning red and you’re like “n-n-no!! i just- you got close so-” and hoshi points to the script like “yeah, i have to get close. but…..ill let you off since this is your first time doing a read-through. let’s try it again?”
  • and so you stand there on the stage with him and time passes and after a while you find yourself having a lot of fun, mostly do in part to how playful and encouraging hoshi is
  • like you’ve never acted in your life and all he needs you to do is read the words on the paper and do basic movements, but hoshi makes it fun and he compliments you on even the slightest thing and you’re like “he’s being friendly, don’t fall for it.” buT HOW Can you not 
  • his smiling face, his ability to make you feel at ease, the way he’s just so so so nice about everything
  • your heart just,,,,,,it just cracks 
  • finally you check your watch and see that’s already past 8 and you’re like fRICK i need to get to my dorm and start studying for tomorrows class and so you bow to hoshi and say you have to go
  • but before you grab your bag and run he takes a hold of your hand and pulls you back and is like “remember how i said tomorrow is opening night? promise you’ll come? the shows at 10!” and you nod like yeah yeah but you’re not thinking straight because you’re in panic trying to remember if tomorrow’s class has a quiz or not
  • and so you run out after he lets you go and you don’t see because you’re busy trying to sprint across campus but hoshi grins to himself and thinks he needs to put on a really good show tomorrow, better than usual, since someone he likes will be watching 
  • but the next day the fact that hoshi’s show is opening completely escapes your mind because it turns out there was a quiz and you’re so tired because you got to the dorm late and ended up studying the wrong section of your book and now you’re like im getting a ZERO its over and like everything else escapes you
  • it’s only when it’s around 10 pm and you get a text from your roommate that’s like “im gong to be late, @ the theater for pride and prejudice (:” and you’re like “ahhh sounds so fun………”
  • and then as you’re literally in bed in your pajamas about to Knock Out your eyes open and you’re like 
  • THE SHOW
  • HOSHI
  • I PROMISED HIM HDGKLW
  • but before you rush out in your mickey mouse pj’s you fall back on your bed and mumble that hey, you two aren’t even that close, he won’t mind or care
  • and with that it’s light out for you
  • but at the theater hoshi keeps scanning the crowd and seokmin’s whose backstage to wish him luck is like ??? my dude what are you looking for ?? and hoshi’s like “do you know this person……” and he says your name, describes how you look and seokmin’s like yEah i know them but why - you’re friends?? and hoshi’s like “if you see them, tell them to come backstage after - i owe them a thanks.” and seokmin shurgs like ok got it
  • but the show comes to an end and seokmin’s like sorry they didn’t show and hoshi’s smile falters and it’s the first time the rest of the theater ensemble has ever seen him look so defeated after opening night
  • and for the week after hoshi keeps thinking maybe you’ll stop by one of the shows but you never do because you think hoshi’s long forgot about your favor for him
  • until you’re sitting in the campus cafe with your laptop and someone taps your shoulder and you turn around to see minghao who you know from one of your classes and you’re like ??? and minghao gives you a note and he’s like
  • “hoshi told me to give this to you. i don’t know why he couldn’t do it himself, but he paid me so here i am.” and you take the note and open it and its tickets to the theater ensemble’s show + a message that says for you to stick around after the show is over and honestly you’re Confused
  • and you ask minghao if he can tell you where hoshi is right now and minghao’s like “sorry, hoshi paid me not to say that either.” 
  • you: how much 
  • minghao: 25 bucks. you wanna best the offer?
  • you:……………nvm then
  • and like minghao waves and leaves and you’re looking at the tickets and the note and you’re just like maybe he did notice the fact that i didn’t come to opening night?? 
  • but like you don’t want to jump to conclusions so you’re like you know a little hesitant in even going but you decide it’d be rude to pass up so you go
  • and the show, as expected, is amazing. hoshi does such a good job he makes the audience cry and people are going up at the end to hand him flowers and praise him and everyone’s chattering about hoshi and his parts
  • and you nervously stand around near the back row, unsure of what exactly you’re supposed to do since hoshi told you to stick around when suddenly the girl who played elizabeth comes up and takes your hand and is like “c’mon!” and you’re like AH?? and she’s like giggling and dragging you beind the stage
  • and the rest of the students, still in costume, greet you and finally she stops in front of someone with their back turned and she’s like “i brought them - Mr. Darcy!”
  • and you’re like ????? what the hell is this a movie?? am i dreaming?? am i on prank’d-
  • and the person turns and it’s hoshi still in costume (this story takes place in 18th century england so please imagine hoshi in breeches w like those coats and a puffy neck scarf p l e as e) and you’re like holding back a laugh and suddenly he starts speaking lines from the confession 
  • “in vain I have struggled. It will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire-” 
  • and someones from the back is like “WE GET IT DARCY JUST ASK THEM ON THE DATE”
  • and hoshi is like im GEtting TO it 
  • and tbh like it’s hoshi he wanted asking you out on a date to be dramatic and extra by literally asking you out in character but you know his theatermates are right he needs to get to the point
  • and so hoshi is like “im glad you could make it this time, but because you technically broke the promise you made to meeeeeeeeeeee how about making it up with dinner??”
  • and you’re Shocked to say the least 
  • because you’re not sure /why/ he’s asking you out like the only time you ever got relatively close is when you helped him and that was just the case of being in the right place at the right time 
  • BUT it’s not like you’re going to say no because hello it’s hoshi and you shyly nod and the entire ensemble breaks out into applause and hoshi tries to say something again in his character voice and you’re like “please don’t come dressed like that to dinner, i will pretend not to know you” and hoshi’s like “noted”
  • the dinner date is nothing like the actually invitation, it’s surprisingly nice and in this cozy little restaurant and hoshi tells you about himself and asks you about you and you’re like this is so calm and ………..unexpected
  • and tbh you’re a little like “this isn’t what i thought he’d be like.” and as hoshi is walking you to your dorm he’s like “listen, seokmin said that i need to tone it down sometimes so i hope this date was ok and i didn’t annoy by blabbering or something-” and you’re like 
  • “did seokmin suggest you take me to the restaurant?” and hoshi’s like “yeah, how’d you know?”
  • and you bite your lip to not laugh and you’re like “it’s just……it’s just so not your style!” and hoshi breaks into his own chuckle and he’s like “i kNOW right! i wanted to take you to dance practice with me but seokmin said that’d be too overwhelming or something like that!”
  • and you’re like “hey, second date - how about you teach me some dance movies or theater lines?” and hoshi grins and leans in a bit closer and he’s like “this is why i knew i liked you!” and he’s close and you’re kinda like akhflekjw but then you lean in and peck his cheek like “the date was still fun because it was with you anyway text me bye”
  • and you run inside and hoshi touches his cheek and like five minutes later you get a text 
  • but when you open it it’s a selfie of hoshi and he’s drawn a little heart on his cheek and he’s like “thank you~~ see you soon~~you’re the cutest~~ im gonna tell seokmin im taking you with me to dance and that he’s always wrong about everything~~”
  • after the second date, in which hoshi introduced you to everyone on the campus dance team and then proudly threw his arm around your shoulder and was like “you all better not get any ideas, they’re mine.” and after dancing for like two hours straight tackled you in a sweaty hug, it was safe to say that you two were a thing
  • hoshi telling anyone you guys are dating: “yeah, we’re dating. i made up a victory dance for the occasion, wanna see it?”
  • hoshi? you mean king of pda 
  • kisses on campus, nuzzling your face with his own in the library, surprise bear hugs when you visit him during theater practice, holding your hand under the table when you’re out to eat with the theater kids or seokmin, swinging your hands happily as he walks you to class
  • let me repeat: KING OF PDA 
  • everytime he’s got theater practice he like calls you to ask your opinion on his emotion through the phone like he’ll make everyone stop what they’re doing, just to call you and repeat a line and be like “is it good? do i sound emotionally distraught about my ship sinking?” and you’re like “yeah, you sound great captain hook.” and hoshi’s like im nOT PLAYINg captain HOOK thO
  • you’re his go to person to practice lines on and everyone in his friend group is so damn thankful until once when you were away on a trip and seokmin was like “hey, mingyu listen-” and mingyu was like oh god oh no oh god
  • makes jokes all the time that nearly give you heartattacks like he once was like “im gonna get a nose piercing for my next role, maybe dye my eyebrows green too to really get into chara-” and you were like “if you do ill shave your eyebrows off.”
  • whenever you’re sitting beside each other hoshi has to have his arm around your waist and he always tries to get away with putting his head in your lap to sleep
  • lots of people perceive hoshi as this endless ball of energy and at first you did too but then you learn that he deals with not only theater practice, but papers for his sociology minor and also competitions for dance and ontop of that he’ll take weekends to teach dance afterschool at a local middle school
  • and so when he is dead tired and literally just flops down and falls asleep with his face against your arm or in your lap you can only brush his hair from his face and whisper that you’re so proud to be dating someone so selfless 
  • he does this thing where he’ll be gently kissing down your neck and you close your eyes onLY to fEEL him lift you up over his shoulder and start running in circles and you’re like H O S  H I and he’s laughing like “are you dizzy??” and you’re like are we fIVE 
  • minghao voice from somewhere: yes, yall are five
  • hoshi will sometimes be like “im sorry i cant take you on more fancy dates” and you’re like “im fine just watching you rehearse for a show or practice dancing, it’s fine as long as im with you.” and hoshi just tackles you and kisses your face all over and everyone’s like grOSS except dino whose like !!!!!! TRUE LOVE IS THE BEST!!!!!!!!
  • you come over to his dorm and you guys steal seokmin’s + jeonghan’s blankets to build a fort and they’re both like can you not but you and hoshi in your blanket fort you built in the communal living room: “you’re just jealous and lonely. we’re gonna cuddle now.”
  • hoshi surprises you by getting tickets to a musical in the city and you get to see his fanboy side come out as he excitedly names all the actors and singers in the musical and like when the dance parts come on you see his eyes like flash with stars
  • and once you saw a musical with this singer from one of hoshi’s favorite groups, and when you get the signature hoshi can’t stop talking about it he’s like “babe….BABE……onew signed my fan with his face on it….BABE”
  • sends you selfies of him getting fitted by the fashion majors for the costumes for their next show and he sent a selfie shirtless and then was like “oops!! accident!!” 
  • (it was not an accident lmfao)
  • sometimes when he’s sleepy and trying to stay awake he becomes super like serious and charming and he’ll just sleepily look at you and be like “you know you’re stunning right, like i could look at you all day.” and you’re like akhgoew hoshi read your textbook and he’s like “ok………but seriously i love looking at you.” 
  • puts notes into your books when you’re not looking that are like cute reminders that he loves you and it’s sentimental because this all started with a note and it’s just,,,,, it’s cute
  • you: hoshi where do you get this cute as hell stationary?
    hoshi: steal it from dino
  • now when hoshi has an opening night you make sure to be there in the front row,  cheering him on! you always get him flowers to give afterword but he’s like “you know what else i want?” and you roll your eyes and kiss him hehe
  • everyone on the dance team keeps trying to lock you two in the dance practice room overnight but hoshi’s like you rascals what the hell do you think we’d do and he always scolds them for it (while blushing a  L O T)
  • hoshi: let’s take slow dancing lessons together
  • you: we don’t have time hoshi
  • hoshi: well we’re gonna have to know for when we get married???
  • seokmin: that’s so corny. It actually hurt me
  • when you finally get around to asking hoshi what it is that made him like you in the first place he’s sitting with you on the stage after rehersal and everyone’s gone and he like pulls you so you’re sitting in his lap and he’s like “you’re the only person kind enough to not lie to me when i asked for your help, and even when you just had to read the lines you put in effort for me - someone you barely knew and i thought to myself this person is a lot like me.” and you’re like ??? a lot like you and hoshi kisses the side of your face and he’s like “willing to help anyone and everyone out, even if they’re some weird boy who asked you to rehearse romantic lines with him for a play.”

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so in the run-up to ch14 i ended up sending even more textwalls to @aceinplainsight about virtually every thought that popped into my head about @kazliin‘s fic. i thought i could post some more observations of stuff i came up with when i reread the entire thing in anticipation of ch14, since my last post seemed to go over well. not sure there’s anything super insightful in here, but here it is. beneath a cut because of length:

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Underrated Games: Why You Should Play The World Ends With You

The World Ends With You takes place in a fictional version of Shibuya, Tokyo and follows the story of Neku Sakuraba, a fifteen year old who has been raised in Shibuya his whole life who feels no need to interact with society, and keeps to himself. However one day he finds himself in the middle of the city with no memory about himself aside that of his name and when he wakes up, he finds a strange pin that allows him to read the minds of others and receives a cryptic text reading: “Reach 104. You have 60 minutes. Fail and face erasure.”

He suddenly finds a timer on his hand and is attacked by monsters called Noise.

Neku has entered the Reaper’s Game. A game where those who have died may fight for a chance at life again by completing various missions for a one entire week. Along the way, Neku meets a girl name Shiki Misaki and they forge a pact, now having to team up and complete the various tasks thrown at them for the week. Some circumstances occur in the game, lead to Neku having to play the Game more than once, and gives the player the opportunity to partner up with two other characters.

TWEWY is a ds game that came out in 2007 from the company of Square Enix (or as sometimes like to call them, Sqeenix) and the company Jupiter. It’s a Jrpg game, has made a cameo appearance in the series Kingdom Hearts, and a rarity in terms of finding it in any store aside from Amazon, however, this game is a diamond in the rough and rightfully a game you should play at least once for the following reasons:

1. The Lessons on Interpersonal Relationships and Skills

There is very much an introvert in the character of Neku, especially in comparison to some of the more extroverted partners he receives throughout the weeks he spends in the Reapers’ Game. And due to that being where a lot of Neku’s character development comes in, the lesson on interpersonal skills, such as trust and putting your differences aside, are a big part of the game.

In the Reapers’ Game, there is only one other person you can rely to help keep yourself alive: your partner. If you need help and can’t think of a way to complete the mission you guys have been given, you go to your partner. If your partner dies, you will be dying shortly afterwards as well. “Trust your partner.” They’re the only ones who have your back and if you both can’t manage to work out any differences you have and come to some kind of truce, you might as well give up.

This is very much a real skill people need in life. Everyone is different from you, has their own dreams, and everyone has their own values and things that are important to them, even if you think otherwise. TWEWY does a very good job in displaying this fact as Neku encounters the different things that matter to particular characters from Shiki’s insecurities about herself to the reason why the Reaper’s do what they do. Especially with the Players, the deceased individuals you meet throughout the game because in the Reapers’ Game, not only is your right to exist on the line, but so is your most important thing which can be intangible, like memories or dreams, or tangible, like relatives or a physical characteristic you have.

There’s more to some people than it may seem and sometimes it may actually take getting out of your comfort zone to realize that. To see what they think in order to come to some kind of mutual understanding.

2. Relatable Characters

There is a very diverse cast in TWEWY from quirky to downright standoffish, but the realism put into the characters as a whole really puts things into perspective to the person playing, whomever that may be and really pulls you into the story going so far as to even make you feel the things the characters may feel.

For instance, as an introvert myself, I was quite annoyed with Shiki for the first several in-game days as she constantly attempted to get the more standoffish Neku out his bubble. I, as Neku, personally felt as if she were prying into my life and was pretty urked every time Neku’s inner train of thought was interrupted due to Shiki trying to get Neku to stop living inside his head to talk to her in order to know what he was thinking.

However, I realized, coming from Shiki’s point of view, any extroverted person playing the game would probably find extreme annoyance in Neku’s lack in wanting to talk. After all, in a game where there’s only one person you can count on, it must be extremely annoying and worrying when that very person won’t even give you the time of day.

And it doesn’t stop there. 

There are plenty of other characters that you can relate to as well like Rhyme and how she is concerned with the fact she has no real goal or dream for her future.

Outgoing introvert Joshua and his fickle ways of pushing people away from him by not hiding and emphasizing his flaws.

And even some of the minor characters and their relationships with each other, for instance, best friends Mina and Ai having a strain in their relationship when Ai thinks Mina is trying to go on a date with the boy she likes.

A very real problem that has even completely severed friendships in real life.

The cast overall is very quirky and interesting, and give an interesting twist on personalities and how they may and or may not clash with one another.

3. The Soudtrack

If there is one thing you will hear any TWEWY fan gush about aside from Joshua or Sho Minamimoto, it is more than likely going to be the music you hear through out the game. TWEWY is renown for having an amazing soundtrack. There is a large assortment of songs that play throughout the game.

While most games just choose one theme for each battle and area, TWEWY instead randomly chooses a song from its soundtrack ensuring that you probably won’t get bored of the song since it is forever changing in every battle and each area you explore in the game. 

If Give Me All Your Love played in the last battle you were in, then you might be listening to Twister  or Calling next time.

The soundtrack covers a number of different genres and you just might even find yourself listening to the songs for fun.

4. The Underlying Message of Hope

While I won’t be delving into the story line and circumstances that Neku is often tossed to in the game, one thing that will be eventually realized by the end of your experience with TWEWY is the message of hope. Or to be more accurate, the hope that some people might change one day, preferably for the better.

In the beginning of the game, Neku is an extreme introvert who finds no need for friends and is to the point where even if it’s just a person offering help, he’d just be downright rude to them. His issues with trusting people are very prominent and the way his headphones symbolize blocking people out from his life really speaks out. However, by the end of it all, Neku is a lot different. An introvert still at the end of the day, but he’s changed.

He’s learned a lot. That there’s more to people than he initially thought, that there’s more than just ‘the world Neku lives in’. Learning to trust people and even having that trust broken. That within the small place he lives in, there are much more things going on. That maybe, some things are little harder to forgive.

And when you realize the overall message, that, if the worst person in Shibuya can go from hating the world and everything in it

 to a guy who learned that life isn’t all that bad, 

it really speaks to you.

 That maybe even you can get some happiness in your life if everything just feels very, nice. It’s a warm feeling and one definitely guaranteed when you play this game.

TWEWY is an overall amazing game, much more deserving of the popularity it seems to lack due to marketing. It has an interesting game mechanic, a great soundtrack, and an even greater message with its spectacular cast of characters that will put you through quite the roller coaster as you see them laugh, cry, and work together for the second chance of life they are all striving for.

So, if you ever get the opportunity to play this game, take it and maybe even show the goodness of it to other people.

Huntress- Part Five: Let’s Kill Hitler

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E5, so (duh)warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four

A/N : I’m sorry it’s late again and sorry it’s a little shorter but I’m trying really hard. These are written from memory btw so I’m aware not everything is in here and for what is in here it’s not all that accurate. But I am trying. There is only one of me so bear with. Tysm for reading and I always appreciate any kind of feedback, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming parts let me know ^^

Walking towards the kitchen, you realised you didn’t feel as much of an intruder as you had done previously. It felt good to walk in the room knowing the routine a little more than the last times. It seemed to be some sort of custom to just lounge about the kitchen for a while, eat some breakfast, have some coffee…or in your case hot chocolate…and discuss the next case. Your Uncle Dean was sat down, his head buried in what must have been this weeks’ newspaper. For once it wasn’t a pie. If there was one thing you’d learnt over the past month, it was that your Uncle Dean loved pie. 

You pour the boiling water in a mug, stirring the cocoa powder before sitting down next to him. “Morning, sunshine.” He remarked. You smile lightly.
“You okay?” He frowned, his green eyes squinting slightly as his brows creased.
“Yeah…just tired.”
“I hear that.” He nodded, going back to look at the paper.
“What happened to your Dad?” You asked after taking a sip.
He paused from reading , put the paper down, and sighed. “We were in a car crash. He uh…he didn’t make it.”
You looked down, it was almost more shocking to hear that a Hunter had died from something other than a supernatural creature. You were expecting a demon or werewolf or something. But not that. “I’m really sorry.” You say respectfully.
“Don’t be, kid. At least he didn’t make a deal or something.” He picked the paper back up as if to say that the conversation was over, but he stopped himself from going back to reading and turned to you: “Did Mom say anything to you…before she uh, you know.”
Your heart broke, he was so hopeless and obviously not coping well without her. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it.
“She  just said she was proud of you both…and me I guess. Said she wanted me to look out for you,” He smiled at this “She said I belonged here.”
“Do you think you do?” He asked
“I am a Winchester…half of one anyway.”
“Family don’t end in blood, kid.” He said. The way he said it was as though he was quoting  something…or someone. Whoever said it, he was clearly in agreement.

Footsteps broke the comfortable silence as your Dad entered the scene. He had two shopping bags in his arms as he strode towards the counter. Planting them on the top, he smiled at the pair  of you. “I brought pie.” He declared.
A voice next to you mumbled “Not hungry.”. You shared a confused look with your Dad., who questioned him “You sure?”.
“I found a case.” Your Uncle Dean ignored the question. “Two people have died in a mystery fire.”
“And a mystery fire is?” You frown, taking the paper from his hands and holding it so that your Dad, who  had wandered over, could see too.
“The kind of fire that only burns the bodies. No sign of a fire anywhere else in the building.” He explained, pointing towards the picture on the front. It was of two piles of ash. You grimaced a little. “What…you thinking cursed object?” Your Dad said, taking a sip of coffee.
“Maybe. Or ghost possession.”
“You sure you’re up for it?” Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, he didn’t say it but you figured he’d be referring to the last hunt. But you knew hunting was dangerous. You’d already accepted that.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. But for once maybe do as I say?” He smirked “You know, like don’t run off or anything.”
“Oh you said don’t run off?” You chuckle, making him laugh.
“Come on, I’ll grab the duffle’s.”

Another car ride in Baby. It was beginning to feel so normal to you, her low hum as she took you to the next case. You relaxed in the back seat, pulling your phone out of your pocket and glancing down at the notifications- most of which you swiped away.


Your Dad went in first, followed by you, then your Uncle. The shop was definitely an antique shop. It had all sorts of bits and bobs. You noticed there was a significant number of boats on display on the balcony the floor above you. “No one’s in. Split up. I’ll check out the computer.” Your Dad said.
“Okay. Kiddo you look around. I’ll be on the first floor.” He headed to the stairs and you nodded in response. You look about the place. Lots of globes ,maps, and mannequins dressed in retro clothing littered the room. A jewellery cabinet looking old enough to be an antique itself displayed some frankly hideous items.
You searched the nooks and cranny’s of the place but no such luck. Nothing interesting anyway. A clutter sounded, making you and your Dad’s heads turn up to see your Uncle Dean’s arms fumbling about the place in attempt to catch a model boat. You giggle, alerting to him he had an audience. Your Dad smiled at your happy face in such a strange situation. He admired your ability to find such small things entertaining. He wanted your optimism on the inside. A gruff “Shut up.” Came from your Uncle.
You follow after him, your hand tracing the banister of the twisting steps. Old and large paintings covered the yellow-stained walls.
It smelt really strange, but it wasn’t sulfur- a sort of dusty and old musk. You grimaced slightly before following after your Uncle. His hands traced the tops of the book shelves searching for hex bags.

You frowned, annoyed by the place. Everything was normal, which was the problem- too normal. You turned your head when a clicking sound came from behind you. What appeared to be a regular bookshelf had been shifted to the right and behind it was a dark room. Your Uncle Dean glanced back at you and you shared an impressed look. Hurrying over, you found the light switch.

In front of the two of you were looming mannequins dressed in Nazi-Germany attire. Their pale uniforms and swastikas were glaring symbols of hatred. You look around in disgust. Everything was set up like it was a freeze frame from a play or strange idolised production.
“Sammy!”

Rushing footsteps neared you both as you continued to stare. The footsteps then slowed to a halt: “Wow.”.
You took a step forward, being the first to actually fully enter the room and walk around the desk. The most worrying thing was that everything looked genuine. Everything was genuine.

“Well this is normal.” Your Uncle Dean remarked, his eyebrows knitted together with concern for whomever put the shrine together.
“Yeah…totally normal.” Your Dad nodded.


You hold your gun up, it’s nose facing a girl tied to a chair. She had terrified eyes and was shaking her head as much as possible. You lower it and rush over, cutting the pieces of rope binding her pale wrists. You open your mouth to call your Dad, but stop yourself. “Hey you okay?” You ask Ellie, giving up on calling for them.
“What the hell is going on?” She said, her face expecting answers.
“I’ll explain in a minute, but it’s not all that safe here.” You say, gesturing for her to move.

Your Dad and Uncle walk in. “Why didn’t you call?” Your Dad frowned, putting his gun in his pocket and going over to help Ellie, only his eyes never left yours. 
You shrug awkwardly. heading back to keep watch.

The moment you turned the corner of the hallway you practically walked into two tall men. You take a stride backwards, staring up at them to see what they would do. 
The lunge towards you, guns in hand. You kick the pistol out of the right ones hand, it clattered to the floor an he shouted something in German. Hopefully that would be enough to let the others know they were soon to be in trouble.The other took aim and shot, you dodged behind the wall and cocked your gun. 
“Y/N!” Your Uncle Dean shouted, almost walking into you. He sighed with relief only to be thrown to the side by one of the men. He grunted, struggling to get back up. 

You shove one of them with all your might, you don’t think he was expecting you to. He fell against the wall and you grabbed his gun this time. One down.
This time you were the one taken by surprise: your body hit the wall only to be lifted by one of the men. He looked you up and down, dragging you to the floor.
Your Dad then burst in “Hey!” He threw the man off you and they got into a full on fight. You watched, unsure of what to do. To your left you noticed your Uncle Dean fighting the other man. You grabbed a metal bar lying on the floor and in one clean hit he was out cold. 
“Thanks.” Your Uncle caught his breath, standing back up straight.
You smile a little and turn round where the other one was unconscious also.

Your Dad placed his arm on your back and gently took you back into the main room. “You okay?” He asked, glancing round nervously.
“I’m fine.” You smiled…then you frowned “Where’s Ellie?”

The three of you turned on the spot to try and see where she went. You head to one of the offices where she went to hide earlier. Your Dad pointed above your head to where the window was open. Looking out of it, you tried to find a sign of someone but nothing. “She legged it” You mumbled, slamming it shut and picking up a gun off the floor.


You, your Dad and your Uncle were sat at one of the cafes near where the case was. You had a hot chocolate and were sat next to your Dad. He had his laptop up, researching as usual. He seemed to prefer the theory side of things where as Uncle Dean was much more into the field work- anything practical.

“We have no idea where she could be. For all we know, they already found her. All I’m saying.” Your Dad mentioned, looking at Dean instead of you.
“Still, we have some whatever percentage of the DNA of Adolf Hitler walking around. She’s more than wanted at this point. They need her.” Dean replied.
You smiled awkwardly at a Waitress walking by who gave you a stern look.

Out of nowhere Christoph sat down next to Uncle Dean. “Hi.” He looked directly at you before looking between the three of you. You’d questioned him earlier about the wacky plan to bring back Hitler. It was mental.
“Hi…?” You replied, not sure what else to say.
“I can help you guys.” He said decisively.
“Okay.” Your Dad nodded slowly, still a little taken back by Christoph’s approach.
“Why the hell should we trust you?” Uncle Dean asked.
“Why not? I gave you information before, didn’t I? Look, I’m fed up of this life and I want out. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be the kid of a maniac?”
You wanted to nod but instead you just shrugged before adding “I mean…he’s got a point.”

“What have you got for us?” Your Dad questioned, a little more uncertain than you.
“I can take you to, Ellie. But you have to trust me.”


You pulled up to what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Guards patrolled the outside like it were a prison. You got out, watching your Dad suspiciously as he had his hands round his back as he neared Christoph. He held up some handcuffs and locked him to the car, sitting him back down in the front seat. “What so you don’t trust me?”
No one spoke.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” 
“Pretty much.” Uncle Dean nodded, taking out his gun.
Your Dad handed you a torch and stopped you going to the boot to get a gun. “You’re on guard duty. Make sure he doesn’t blow our cover.” He nodded to Christoph.
“Seriously?” You frown, pouting.
“It’s safer for you. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He sighed, turning around to show it wasn’t up for discussion.
“Don’t even think about following me, Missy.” Uncle Dean warned, pointing at you.

You sigh and get in the drivers seat. You didn’t bother lecturing the poor man, he wouldn’t blow your cover. He wasn’t that stupid.
“You’re not actually listening to them are you?” He laughed bitterly.
You ignored him.
“No offence, but it looks to me like they’re way too protective. You obviously know how to fight. You might as well follow on.” 
You sit there in silence, contemplating doing something incredibly stupid but potentially helpful to them. You sighed, unlocking the handcuff from the car and snapping it round his other wrist.

You grabbed a sniper rifle, looking forward to using something other than a pistol for once. You grinned at the firearm and loaded the ammo. “Okay, is there like a skylight or something?” You asked.
“Yeah, right ahead.” He nodded. You grabbed his arm and dragged him with you. 
Reaching the open window you climbed onto a ledge and peered inside. There, was Ellie strapped to some sort of Hospital-like bed. She was hooked up to a blood transfusion machine. Her face was like death. There was another bed next to her where her blood was being pumped into…well…Hitler.

“One wrong move and I’ll start aiming this thing elsewhere.” You hissed, unlocking Christoph from the cuffs. He smirked, taking the pistol.
You were about to shoot at him when he aimed it through the window directly at his father. You shot your hand out and lowered the gun. “Not yet. We need to be sure.”
You were worried if nothing else…dd he really hate his Dad so much he was willing to pull the trigger?
Just then a crash and shouts could be heard. You leaned in, lining up the scope so it was targeted at the man lying down.
“In came three armed men, their weapons forcing your Dad and Uncle to abide to them. No one had noticed you two.

You both watched in anticipation. Was this for real? Did Hitler really plan this far into a return?
It was impressive…if not sick.

Everyone was watching when the führer rose. He pulled the tubes away from his bare chest, not bothering to cover himself any more than he had already. He then laughed. It was an amused laugh, loud and full of relief. He slapped one of his comrades on the back, so amused by the situation for some bizarre reason.

“He’s a tad odd.” You whispered to his son, who laughed lightly.
“Sure is.”

You then noticed Ellie stirring in the bed. She dragged herself onto her feet, barely staying upright. Her shaking hands reached for a gun on the table. She then froze, her eyes fixed on yours. You nodded slowly. She nodded back.

You hold the trigger, your finger just applying enough pressure for it to not move. The cross was lined up perfectly on one of their heads. He wasn’t Hitler, but he was still a Nazi. You pressed down. The shot rang out and the man fell to the floor, the bullet having gone straight for his brain. All heads turned to the window you were at but you ducked beneath cover and dragged Christoph down with you. “That should be enough to kickstart something.” You noted aloud.

“We should help.” You decided, getting ready to stand but this time he dragged you back down. “No way.”
You frowned at him. 
“It’s too dangerous. Let’s just go back to the car.” He suggested instead.
You sighed. But what if they were in trouble?

Before you could resist he tugged you towards the Impala and, too your amazement, cuffed himself to the car. He then held out the gun for you to take. You did. Putting it back in the boot along with the sniper you frowned. “Why didn’t you run? You could have just left.”

“Something tells me your Dad doesn’t want me cuffed to the car for the rest of our lives. I figure you’ll let me go soon.”

You sat on the hood, your legs swinging off the side because they didn’t quite reach the ground. “Are you gonna go back to Germany?” You wondered aloud.
He laughed “No…are you gonna go back to England?”
You were taken by surprise. Not that you had a reason to be, after all you didn’t have an American accent. You thought about it before admitting defeat. “…No.”

You looked up to see your Dad and Uncle heading back tot he car. Safe and in one piece still. You smiled, relieved to know they were okay. “I said don’t move.” Your Dad scolded, his eyes squinting at you.
You grin “You said keep watch. I did.”
“And she didn’t let you go?” He turned to Christoph.
“Not once.” He winked at you when you Dad turned his back, making you blush.

“Okay, let’s go.”


“Did I mention I killed Hitler?” Uncle Dean poked his head round the door to say those same words for the billionth time.
You glared at him. It was no longer amusing. 
“Did I mention you were annoying?” You remarked.
“Once or twice.” 

Your Dad chuckled, grabbing his coffee and sitting down on the sofa next to you. “How are you doing?” He asked, looking at you with an expression that said ‘this is going to be a serious conversation whether you like it or not’.

You sighed. “I’m okay.” 
“You getting used to life like this, huh?” 
“Yeah I guess. It’s just so different.”
“I know it’s been a huge change for you. You’re taking it really well.” The way he spoke wasn’t patronising like you were expecting, he actually respected the sacrifices you’d made. He understood.
“Yeah…”
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but…how did your Mom die?” He asked gently, as if aware you could snap.
“They shot her.”
“Why?” You knew he wasn’t asking rudely.
“She didn’t agree with their way of hunting. England used to be like this- everyone who hunted did it their way. Then the rich and posh lot met the Men Of Letters and decided Hunting needed a change. They’re typical snobs…they don’t care about how it affects you.” 
“And so they shot her?” He sounded so amazed.
“She had close connections with the US and their Hunting customs. She just refused to allow communication. So they tried to get her to give in through me, only I wasn’t fully trained at the time. So they got to me through her….at least they tried to…”
“How did they do it?”
“They just shot her, right in front of me. I got home from school and…” You sucked in a deep breath “I still didn’t tell them anything.”
“I’m so sorry.” He looked down respectfully, as though it were a funeral. A funeral of thoughts.

“Me too.”


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Leap Of Faith - Three

Spencer Reid

Spencer had no idea why he’d suggested that they go back to his place, he could have found an open coffee shop if they’d have walked for long enough.

He also had no idea why he wasn’t taking this girl to the nearest hospital either. She’d been about to commit suicide so she obviously needed help. Yet there was something stopping him. He didn’t know this girl from adam, but she clearly had a story. One that he very much wanted to hear.

He led her away from the park and out onto the main streets pulling her little suitcase behind him. He noticed the luggage tags still on them, she’d flown in from New York.

“So did you have to get a flight connection via New York to get here?” he asked her curiously, confused as he couldn’t recall a British Airline that flew to D.C via the Big Apple.

“Erm no, I live in New York actually. Have done since I was 22,“ she e replied, digging in her pockets for a tissue and wiping away some of the mascara that had made its way down her cheeks.

“How old are you now if you don’t mind me asking?”

“How old are you Spencer Reid?”

“32,” he looked back at her seeing her eyes widen slightly. She had deep green eyes now he could see them properly, the light from the streets lamps illuminating her face somewhat. It was a shame that they were rimmed with so much red and black right now, he could tell she’d be very pretty without any make up and without the evidence of tears splashed across her face.

“You don’t look it. You look younger than me,” she replied, studying his face as she navigated the side walk expertly in her high heels.

Now they were in the light he could see she was impeccably dressed, her clothes were clearly tailor made for her, him not recognising the brand. He could however see the telltale flashes of red on the soles of her shoes.

Seeing him looking at her expectantly she sighed. “I’m 29. I’ll be 30 in three weeks. Well, 24 days actually. That’s one of the things that triggered this whole debacle actually.”

“Turning 30?” Spencer asked remembering how his team had initially forgotten his 30th, only throwing him an impromptu party at headquarters after he’d let it slip to Emily whilst on a case.

“Yes….. Me and my best friend made lists when we were 15 of all the things we wanted to have achieved by the time we turned 30. She kept them and I reread mine four months ago. From a list of 13, I’ve achieved two.”

“You made the list when you were 15. Things change. How many has your friend achieved?”

“Well considering she’ll never see 30, she’s still managed to achieve eight out of her ten. And nine and ten would have happened within a few years time.”

Spencer turned into a side street leading Persephone with him and up the stairs to his apartment building.

“Wait… Why will she never see 30?” he realised the answer almost as soon as the question left his mouth, feeling like the most insensitive dick around. It was obvious. “I’m sorry Persephone,“ he murmured. “How long?”

“Six months. Her and her fiancé. Car accident. Least they were together, I guess. Her Mum found the lists in Alex’s room. I hadn’t realised she’d even kept them all these years.” She cleared her throat, blinking back tears before closing her eyes. Shaking her head slightly she reopened them, the tears gone and a look of resolve on her face.

“Alex always went after what she wanted and she never let anyone stand in her way. I do. Because I’m scared of the consequences. I generally do what I’m told, when I’m told. I rarely fight for what I want. And that’s another reason I’m in this mess.”

The way she spoke gave Reid the impression that she’d had this conversation before, whether with herself or with another person. Her voice was tinged heavily with regret but he also got the sense that she knew exactly what her issues were. When some people contemplated suicide, they simply didn’t know why they were sad, they just were. In fact, not knowing what was wrong was more common than actually knowing what was. Persephone seemed to know what her problems were, so if that was the case, why didn’t she change them?

“This…. This is me,” Spencer unlocked the door to his apartment, switching the lights on as he went in.

Pleased his apartment was clean he led her in, watching her go straight to his book case, her eyes flickering over the masses of books.

“You like to read I take it?” her hand trailed across one of the shelves before she moved to the wall next to it, seeing his degrees and certificates which his mother had insisted he display.

“You’re 32… Some of these are dated years ago… Are you some kind of freaky genius Spencer Reid?”

“I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified….. ” he stopped, seeing the look on her face. “Yes I’m a genius.” Sometimes it was just easier.

“And an FBI agent too,” She’d got to his work based qualifications. “A profiler to be exact. So that’s how you were able to read me earlier then. Interesting.”

She read through the rest of the certificates quickly before spinning to turn him.

“So….. Coffee? I’ve kinda got things to do here.”

“Coffee.. Do you want to come through to the kitchen, Persephone?”

“Sure thing Spencer Reid…. Who clearly does that,” She laughed at her own joke. “Sorry. I’m sure you get that all the time.”

“Not since school actually,“ he clicked his kettle on, spooning coffee into mugs and adding sugar to his before sliding the dish over to her.

“How much sugar? Seriously? Why drink coffee if you ruin the taste of it with all that sweetness?”

“I honestly couldn’t tell you. I’ve always drank it this way, and everyone always comments. It’s just habit more than anything now.”

She ignored the sugar, waiting for him to add the water. She shook her head at the creamer he offered her too choosing to take it black.

“So. Here we are. Drinking coffee,” she raised her mug in the air in a ‘cheers’ motion.

“Persephone…. ” he began, but she cut him off, knowing what was coming.

“Seph. And you said you wouldn’t ask why.”

“Sorry…. I just. I want to understand.” Looking at her now in the harsh light of his kitchen, she seemed familiar. Like he’d met her before somewhere.

“Okay… Fine. There’s lots of contributing factors to my decision Spencer Reid. But the simplest way of explaining it is this: Have you ever known where you are now, and known where you want to be, but you have no idea how to get from A to B? And that not knowing builds and builds and it eats away at you until it consumes you entirely. You know what you should be doing, but you just can’t get there.”

“I can understand that feeling, yes.”

“I knew where I was ten years ago. And I knew what I wanted to be by the time I was 30. And I’ve achieved nothing….. Yes alright, I should be happy, I have parents who love me in their own way, up until this morning I had a fiancé, who for all his flaws was a decent enough human being. And I had the bestest friend in the world up until six months ago. I was working my arse off trying to establish my dream as well. I was….. well I wasn’t happy. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt 100 percent happy with my life. But I was coping. I was getting on with it. And I was working towards my dream that would have made me happy. I was existing in an state that I could live with. Until Alex died and every went tits up. And until I saw this stupid list and realised how much I actually haven’t done. My dead best friend achieved pretty much everything on her list and I probably never will now. My whole life has been planned out for me by my parents, and I’m too chicken shit to go against their plans for me. I want more, I have my own plans and my own ideas. Except I don’t know how to achieve them anymore, I don’t know how to do the things that will make me happy. And if I can’t make myself happy then what’s the point. Why carry on? Why put so much effort into a life that’s not going to reward me because I don’t know how to make it reward me. It’s too hard. And I’m not cut out for it. So why bother?”

To some, she may have sounded like a spoilt brat. She wasn’t admitting to being abused, not saying she had any kind of dependency problem. She simply wanted more out of life than what she was getting, but didn’t know how to get it. Plenty of people would see this as no good reason to end a life. But to her, it was all the reason she needed. Why carry on if she wasn’t excited by life?

Spencer got it. He understood her. He thought he’d have cured schizophrenia by the time he was 25 and he hadn’t. The disappointment he’d felt, the self loathing and lack of purpose. There was definitely more going on though, a deeper layer to the issues. But in the simplest terms, she was holding herself back and she knew it. But she felt crippled, unable to do anything about it for some reason.

“Persephone…..”

“Spencer Reid,” she interjected.

“Why do you call me by my full name?” he asked her suddenly.

“Because I must have told you four times already that it’s Seph. Yet you insist on calling me Persephone. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I’m not trying to do anything, it’s just a pretty name.”

“It’s a ridiculous name. Especially when it’s paired with my surname,” she scoffed.

“Which is?”

Spencer watched as she reached into her purse, tossing her passport across the table to him.

He flicked it open to the photo page seeing her full name.

Persephone Bella-Morte.

“Stupid isn’t it…. And quite apt really.”

“Bella-Morte…. ” he clicked his fingers as it came to him. “I know who you are. I thought you looked familiar.”

anonymous asked:

Hmmm.. what do you think about the monoma x shinsou ship??

It’s… possibly a good ship? I guess? I’ve seen it around a bit, but ngl I don’t really understand it haha

Anon said:  when’s your birthday?

November 13th! It’s still pretty far~

Anon said: you say you like seeing the bakusquad taking care of babies hmmm? draw them maybe? OuO

I did haha

Anon said: Because of your art (you made me fall in love with Bakugou and Kirishima and Kaminari) I started BNHA and got my best friend into it. Now I can’t stop writing them and my friend and I have several AUs already.

This is the best kind of ask omfg !!!!! Glad I could get you into my disaster trio!!! …but also are you maybe gonna share like I’m starved for bakushimanari content a n o n

Anon said: Aw man i was gonna recomend that fic by newamsterdam to you. Like i finished reading it and thought you could like it since you like that other kuroo x teru fic (thanks to you and the anon for that btw) and it seemed your style? Im kinda sad i missed the chance (ok i know this whole ask sounds stupid)

Awwww don’t be sad anon, reccing me bakushima stuff is seriously hard because I might or might not go daily in the ao3 tag to read anything complete that’s been updated and I might or might not be following all fics regularly updating unless they have a character death/angst with no happy ending warning oops - thank you for thinking about me tho!!! That made me happy haha

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Perfect: Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

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Request: Fred weasley x Ravenclaw!reader? She is shy and loves to read, she is also one of ravenclaw’s best chasers. She gets invited to Bill and Fleur’s wedding because she is friends with Ginny & Hermione, during the attack at the wedding she saves Fred’s life. She gets captured and tortured during the war and gets found bleeding and dying by Fred, he is in tears, a lot of angst but she lives. And throw in some kisses.

A/N: This is longer than I expected it to be, but I did my best. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted considering there was so much information to be put into this, so I may had to leave a few minor details out, but I still think it turned out well. Let me know what you think! 

Also, this is my take on the war, I didn’t glance at the book at all while writing this so, it’s not accurate, and uh… *cough* Fred’s alive in this so… 

Now excuse me while I cry in the corner.

Word Count: 2751

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Hogwarts War, Torture, Feels. 

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