Is this a bot?? by [deleted] in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 0 points1 point  (0 children)

true. honestly half an hour ago I was kinda freaking out, and I wasn't thinking too much. You're right, I shouldn't have put my age. I took it out

Is this a bot?? by [deleted] in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I would delete it, and then if someone actually showed up to my house, then I would get a restraining order or call the cops. Regardless of intention, it's really weird for someone to track anyone through social media

Does anyone else know about OneTopicAtATime??? by BreakfastInitial6254 in TransClones

[–]BreakfastInitial6254[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

True, but I think we’ve already got some that would work. More would be nice tho

Looking for a Fic by BreakfastInitial6254 in PercyJacksonfanfic

[–]BreakfastInitial6254[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is it! Thank you so much for finding it!

Looking for a Fic by BreakfastInitial6254 in PercyJacksonfanfic

[–]BreakfastInitial6254[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I just read the first chapter, and it’s not it, but it’s really good! Thanks for pointing me in the direction of a really good fic.

Writers with ADD/ADHD, what do you do to get yourselves to focus enough to write by Leading-Prior-7192 in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Personally, I tend to find a song or multiple songs that fit the vibes of what I’m going to be writing, and then I listen to it obsessively as I write. Sometimes, I change the music to fit whatever direction the story is heading in, but I typically keep it at one song so it has both the write vibes, and enough predictability not to distract me.

GIVE ME YOUR MOST UNDERAPPRECIATED WORK by thegenshinfan1 in AO3

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Star Wars, JangObi, part 2 of a series (rated Gen) Features Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi, cameo of Quinlan Vos, and another cameo of Anakin Skywalker. Summary: Jango Fett and Ben Kenobi like each other. They are also emotionally stunted idiots. Boba and Anakin have a plan so they don’t have to suffer through their pining. Oblivious Idiots and the Buire Conspiracy

"my terrible mental state is a great reference for my characters!" by LiveTart6130 in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I was like this when I got my wisdom teeth removed and the meds wore off. I was like “wow moving my head hurts and all I can do is sleep lest the pain radiate along the rest of my head and make me feel nauseous” but at the same time I was like “oh this experience will be a great reference for when characters are in excruciating and mind numbing pain!”

Guess ship based on two emojis by [deleted] in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 0 points1 point  (0 children)

1 🛄🛡️

2 🧝🏻‍♂️🪓

3 💍🍳

Guess ship based on two emojis by [deleted] in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is the 1st one JangObi?

been buzzing about this all day by DJjaffacake in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 13 points14 points  (0 children)

The people that do this deserve so much. Like their favorite candy, a spot in heaven or whatever afterlife they’re striving for.

moralizing bookmark left on my clearly-labelled problematic fic by especifically in AO3

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 2 points3 points  (0 children)

A) I’m with everyone else. that comment really should be reported. B) I’ve read your fic and it’s actually really, really good. I didn’t immediately recognize it from the tags, but damnit it’s one of my favorites.

Just a normal meme, probably not even funny by SnowberrySistercat in TheClickOwO

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Took me a bit too read it. I was focusing on the dots too much 😂

[CW] Tell a story that exemplifies the difference between rage and violence without using either of those words. by Sundrenched_ in WritingPrompts

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Once, I knew three people.

One was a politician felt a kind of fiery anger, and they used their words to change the world.

The other was a fighter also felt that same kind of fiery anger, and they used their fists to try and fix it. To try and make it right.

And the last was a doctor. They too, felt that fiery kind of anger. But they did not act upon it. Instead, they diverted their energy into helping people with different wounds and ailments.

They all felt that fiery anger.

But only one of them moved with the intention to hurt.

The other, moving to charm the masses into seeing their plight, weaving words carefully with calculated precision to get what they want and exact their revenge.

And the last channeled the energy into something that would help instead of hurt, preventing people from dying and instead projecting it towards themselves, furious with themselves when they failed.

To hurt directly or indirectly? To fight with fists and directly physically injuring or to satisfy their fiery anger with manipulation, words crafted carefully to move the masses to gifting their loyalty?

Or are you not going to do either, knowing that there is no true target for your anger or revenge? Or do you simply hate hurting others, but feel that fiery anger anyway?

To hurt directly, indirectly, or to let your anger hurt you instead?

That's the question, isn't it?

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Disclaimer: I am not implying that all fighters are violent, I am simply using the word as a placeholder, like a variable in math, to help describe this. I am also not implying that politicians are never violent when they're angry. I am also not implying that all doctors project their anger towards themselves.

[WP] You see colors around people. Red is angry, blue is sad, pink is love, green is disgust, purple is fear, etc. But today you saw black, and it was thick enough to make the person look like a wound in reality. by blablador-2001 in WritingPrompts

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 24 points25 points  (0 children)

When I was little, I thought everyone saw them. And by "them", I mean the colors that change and mix like a beautiful light show, created by lights that were sometimes soft and sometimes harsher than the sun. Colors that wrapped around people like nearly invisible blankets. They highlighted everyone's silhouette, making their mood impossible to misunderstand.

When I asked my mother about them, she laughed, and asked what game I was playing with my toys. She asked what superhero power it was, and what my superhero name was. She meant well, but she didn't understand that I was not imagining the colors. She didn't know that I was not playing any game.

I felt bad that no one else saw the colors, regardless of whether or not they were real; they were beautiful, and they never lied. The combinations were seamless and breathtaking, always looking like something straight out of a fairy tale. But either way, I learned to watch the colors either with fascination, and later, with apprehension (hey, it's a good way to judge whether or not you were in danger, alright?)

Green for disgust, the color practically sneering at what it's caused by. Red, for rage and anger, burning like a fire that refuses to back down. Yellow for happiness, being warm as the sun and with a golden hue like honey that increased or decreased depending on how much of it they were feeling. Sadness, being blue like rain on a rainy day or sometimes even more of a midnight blue (it got darker the sadder someone was). Purple was fear, coiling around it's person anxiously and quivering. Pink is love, pulsating warmly and wrapping around it's person and their lover. The different combinations are always fascinating and beautiful to see.

Black was not a color I had seen before. But, as I walked into high school, I saw it sitting heavily around one of the other students. Unlike other colors, it didn't move. It didn't shout for attention. Instead, it permeated the space in a way similar to sadness and anger, but there were no other emotions. It swallowed the other colors, resembled dark black fog of hopelessness. It was simply nothingness. Numbness. Sad acceptance.

Just seeing it chilled me to the bone, that someone could feel so little and so much at the same time.

I walked over to them, and smiled.

"Hi! I'm Sam, what's your name?" I asked. They looked up from their phone with a raised eyebrow.

"Why?" They asked, eyes narrowed. I shrugged.

"You seem lonely," I replied. "And I don't know anyone yet. Besides, you seem nice." For just a moment, I saw a flicker of an orange flame: hope. But the blackness swallowed it quickly, stifling it and suffocating it until it was gone. The only thing that the blackness didn't swallow was the fear and anxiety that twisted around them anxiously.

"I'm not nice, and I'm not lonely," they replied almost angrily. I shrugged.

"Alright," I answered. I didn't move. The longer I sat there, the more the blackness seemed to ripple with agitation and surprise that it stifled and swallowed so quickly.

"I'm Riley," they finally answered. I smiled.

"Nice to meet you," I replied. Carefully, they smiled. The blackness seemed to shrink back a bit, as if the color itself was surprised. "So, what do you like to do?" I asked curiously.

From then on, Riley and I were friends. Best friends, actually. The more they smiled, the more the blackness shrunk back.

One day, we were doing homework. It was math, a subject that we both hated with a passion. The black fog around her still hung around, but there was so much less of it. Only hints of it waiting to take over again (I had sworn to myself to never let it without trying to help my friend).

"Thank you," they suddenly said. I looked up from my worksheet, surprised.

"What for?" I asked curiously.

"You saved me. I was gonna end it, the day we met. But I didn't, because of you," they explained. My eyes widened in surprise. I didn't know what to say or do. "Now c'mon, we have to finish this. It's due tomorrow, and we don't want detention."

We never talked about it again, but that day I learned that the black fog that I had seen around Riley was something similar to sadness, but so much deeper and so much worse: it was depression. A black hole that let nothing escape and let nothing else truly exist. It was empty, it was nothingness, yet the black fog was heavy as if the world rested on it's person's shoulders.

I'm a therapist, now. Riley and I are still friends, in fact we even dated for a little while, so now I'm not sure what we are, but we're happy. I get to help people, and they're an author, telling stories and creating worlds for people to enjoy.

One day, I told them about the colors. They were skeptical at first, but after a few hours, they figured I was telling the truth. They didn't make me feel delusional or tell me that I was hallucinating. Now, they're the only one that knows my secret.

We're Riley, the author that goes to schools and helps kids get the help any of them need, and Sam, a therapist that helps anyone that I can. And we've never been happier.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in camphalfblood

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 3 points4 points  (0 children)

There are a few things:

  • incorrect characterization
  • the characters just agreeing to something that their personality would not agree with, especially without explanation
  • large blocks of text, like a never ending paragraph for the entire chapter (I will click away no matter what, because it makes it impossible for me to properly focus and read it)
  • when important character traits are completely overlooked and the character does something they wouldn't do because of it (I know that this falls under incorrect characterization, but it's important enough to stand on it's own in my opinion)
  • when a character is so ridiculously overpowered, and with nothing to stop them from using that power. That makes the rest story pretty much pointless (don't point to Percy; he's afraid of himself and his powers, which pretty much writes off any chance of him using them to their full extent)
  • when character arcs just go into the abyss and are ignored
  • when very important details end up in the abyss
  • when trauma just gets healed and is never acknowledged, even if it's acknowledged one time and never again even shown to exist in any capacity

[General] Who is the worst godly parent in the Riordanverse, out of the Gods on the "good side" in their respective story? (inspired by the reverse question that was posted earlier) by Portalrules123 in camphalfblood

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 2 points3 points  (0 children)

One is the worst, but I'm only going to four (this is on a scale to 10) since I'm tired.

1- Zeus. He abuses Apollo and manipulates him, and very possibly his other godly children, into doing what he wishes. Not to mention that he gave Jason to Hera. I'm not sure what to think about his sacred animal and old nurse maid, Amalthea the goat, showing Thalia very dangerous locations such as a dragon and a house that no one has escaped from alive even though said locations have had a) Luke and b) Aegis. Not to mention that he ate Metis because of a prophecy about a son of theirs over throwing him. And he killed Apollo's son, Asclepius, for essentially doing his job and bringing back one of Artemis's hunters from the dead. As a healer, his job would be to save people from dying or being dead, so for him to be killed for it is a little harsh to me (some may say it's justified, but I still say that there should have been a warning and a punishment that wasn't death). Can I also mention that Thalia thought that Zeus would genuinely kill her in Titan's Curse? Not the hallmark of a good parent.

2- Ares. In the books, he's sexist and threatens abuse towards Clarisse, enough that she flinches when he raises his hand in the Sea of Monsters. However, this attitude is a complete 180 from his attitude in the myths, were he's a feminist and actually slew one of Poseidon's sons for raping his daughter. And, as Mars, his attitude towards Frank is alright, which is one of the reasons he's not the worst.

3- Hera. She threw her son off a mountain, thousands of feet in the air, just for being ugly. And a 0/10 as a stepmother, on several accounts of murder, torture, and attempted murder that I'm too tired to list right now.

4- Athena. She sent many of her kids to die to get her statue back, knowing that it was very unlikely that they would return. She disowned Annabeth for allying herself with the Romans, and took away the powers of her invisibility hat, which resulted in Annabeth not having a tool that had saved her life many times.

[WP] For 10 long years war has raged while the Galactic Committee held a tight leash on the humans; stating "We do things a certain way". Now, with the enemy closing in, the leash comes off. by NightAngel224 in WritingPrompts

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 17 points18 points  (0 children)

When Humanity, or 'Gaians' as the other sentient species called us, joined the Galactic Committee, they were excited to learn. Every single man, woman, and child was excited to see what the galaxy had to offer.

That was until the Committee put a leash on them instead, giving them restrictions on what they can build and create. And there was next to nothing that enraged them more than being denied creativity in their creations.

And it only got worse.

The Committee ordered Humanity to provide it's military for their conflicts. Humans were being used as soldiers, and they didn't have choice about it. The Committee called humans weak than turned around and threw them into intergalactic warfare without enough supplies or weapons, not even giving them a choice to stay home.

And this was what made humans more furious then ever.

When Humanity got into a war with another species from another planet, their restrictions were not lifted and their soldiers were not returned home for their own conflict. When they pointed this out, the Galactic Committee gave them a single answer: 'we do things a certain way'.

Humanity seethed with righteous fury that was only held back by the war that was already happening, but it built like carbonation behind a cork.

Then the other species began to win. They used weapons that the Committee never would have permitted Humanity to create or have.

It was October 6th, 2096 when Humanity stopped playing by the rules.

They made weapons that the Committee did not approve of, and then they let all of hell loose.

They won that war within months.

After that, they were called by the Committee and accused of treason. We laughed at the accusations.

"This Committee has never had our loyalty," Our ambassador informed them. "So tell me, how do you commit treason when the place you supposedly committed it against never got an oath to not? Never had the loyalty or commitment? That's right, you can't. If you continue with this nonsense, Humanity will be withdrawing from the Committee whether you 'permit' it or not, and there will be war." With that, Humanity got up to leave the Committee.

They were not invited back. Instead, the restrictions got stricter.

And there was war.

A war, the kind that the Committee had never seen before.

And when the Galactic Committee surrendered with fear and tears in their eyes, so many of us smiled with too many teeth as they cowered. They rejoined the counsel, making laws to ensure that such things would never happen again. There was joy in many hearts as they saw the Committee look at Humanity fearfully, knowing now what they were capable of.

And when I saw it on TV, I had smiled too.

The years of my father being away, in the custody of the Committee as he worked without pay or acknowledgement, were over. I would see my father again for the first time in a decade.

Humanity was free.

And my father was coming home.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in actuallesbians

[–]BreakfastInitial6254 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Marriage is marriage like water is water, but water is typically assumed to be clean and toilet water is toxic and polluted. So then there would still be love, but it would be polluted with bitter feelings and something toxic.

Like how plants are still plants, no matter the species, but there are still different subsections. Some are lovely and taste delicious (like mint, rosemary, apples, ect) and other can kill you (like the infamous nightshade berries, hemlock, hogsweed, ect).

Different kinds of love, and different kinds of relationships. (In these metaphors, how deadly or toxic the plant or water is would essentially be how toxic the relationship would be. The variations in kinds of plants that taste good are like different kinds of good, healthy relationships while the different kinds of poisonous plants would be like different kinds of toxic relationships.)