#I don't feel like venting about the feeling of being forgotten by a loved one. botw is distanced enough that I can enjoy it tho

[abysslll]

i miss my friends :/

#vent #vent tw #i feel like everyone i love/get attached to just has to leave #i miss them all so much but they've probably all forgotten about me #i was never that significant #but they all meant so fucking Much to me #i wonder if they even realized that #she was my world he was my best friend #but i probably wasn't anything to them #i mean don't get me wrong i love my online friends #but the problem with online friends is that. when they aren't online. you don't have any friends #and then i'm just back to being lonely #this is why i hate the summer #i cant stand seeing everyone all happy and hanging out with their friends when i'm the only one left out

[meow-meowo]

Yandere Online Friend Headcannons

Y! Online Friend who's always updated on your posts! Isn't he so sweet to like your pictures even when it's from years ago? ^^

Y! Online Friend who's always available for late-night chats with you! Sure, they have work and assignments the next day but his beloved is more important than that! Don't mind the occasional groan he lets out whenever you guys call each other<3

Y! Online Friend who's that one friend that will flirt with you every chance he gets. He would say the most down bad, diabolical, horny, unacceptable, horrendous, and disturbing flirtatious comments towards you and quickly brushes them off as jokes to avoid making things awkward^^

Y! Online Friend who has an impressive memory when it comes to remembering details about your life! He'd even bring up some shows you've been interested in just so you could rant them about this and that<3 He loves to jerk off to your voice

Y! Online Friend who's always there to offer his support and encouragement whenever you're feeling down or stressed! <3 he would stay up late to chat with you and send some funny cat memes or videos to cheer you up!

Y! Online Friend who gets jealous when you talk to other people in groupchats. W̶h̶y̶ d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ p̶a̶y̶ a̶t̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶m̶ i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ l̶e̶e̶c̶h̶e̶s̶?̶

Y! Online Friend who wishes he could spend time with you in person! Don't get him wrong- he enjoys your online interactions but he wants to see your beautiful face and hear your angelic voice in person too!

Y! Online Friend who writes unsent messages or love letters to you! <3 He pours out his feelings and desires onto every word and yet it remains hidden and forgotten:(

Y! Online Friend who overanalyze every messages you send him<3 He searches for hidden meanings and signs that you might feel the same way about him! He'd dissect your words, emojis and kamojis, hoping to find evidence that his feelings have a chance of being reciprocated<3 He's the type to watch those type of videos on tiktok that goes "5 signs your crush likes you back"

"And so obviously I was mad at her because of- Are you even listening Rein?"

Your eyebrows raised at him. You were in a call with your online friend Rein and telling him about this girl you hate, however your dearest friend had been awfully quiet... Aside from the occasional groans though! But you just took it as him agreeing

Suddenly, you heard some shuffling and finally his voice can be heard

"Wh- what?? Oh yeah..!! I was just uh- Doing something..." He let out a nervous cough before continuing "Please do continue" His voice was hoarse and you could hear his fast paced breath

You were a bit suspicious but still continued to the story, oblivious to the fact that the other was slowly slipping his hand back into his boxer<3

To him your voice was angelic. A symphony where he can find comfort, warmth and satisfaction.

In fact he hated talking to others until you came. Oh how he loved how you vent to him about your problems<3 he loves your voice so much that it got him to the situation he's currently in right now.

Small groans and whimpers can be heard from the room. His palm teasing the evident bulge from his boxers as you continued your rant.

His mind was going wild as of the moment—he was humiliated at himself for getting off from your voice that wasn't even hinting anything particularly sexual.

Still, He can't help but entertain his fantasy about you finding out how perverted he actually is and degrading him for it—fuck, he can't take it anymore.

He's getting really impatient...be careful<3 ^^

It's been so long since I posted anything but uhh... :3

I tried to make a full blown scene of him getting at it but I couldn't do it🤡

#꧁meow𓃠꧂ #tw yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere imagine #soft yandere #boy yandere #online friends #headcannons #yandere male #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere concept #yandere drabble #yandere fanfiction #yandere headcanons #yandere oneshot #yandere oc x you #yandere smut #Yandere Online Friend #yandere #headcanon #scenarios

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay 😭

Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid

Thank youuuuuu ❤️🥺

First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.

Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend) [it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]

The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.

You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.

To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.

"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"

Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.

The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.

Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.

"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.

So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.

"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"

Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.

"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.

The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.

Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.

It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.

So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.

Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.

The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.

Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.

The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.

"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."

"I don't care about money."

Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?

"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.

"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.

But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.

Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.

"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."

The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.

You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.

#one piece x reader #one piece #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #mihawk imagine #mihawk fanfiction #mihawk fanfic #dracule mihawk #mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x you #dracule mihawk fanfiction #dracule mihawk fanfic #dracule mihawk imagine #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #one piece mihawk #one piece dracule mihawk #one piece x you #one piece fanfic #one piece live action #opla #mihawk opla #dracule mihawk opla

[genericpuff]

Hi puff I just read EP 273 and I need to know your opinions PLEASE. I feel so upset with the episode hfkfjskfkkd ASL??? AMERICAN sign language before America existed??? Why do Hera's proportions when she says "Did you forget?" look like that???? When Zeus asked if she loved him and her waist was smaller than the width of her head?? Why is Purse Phone running out of the cell with Dio labeled with a *floom*, I didn't see anything grow?? RS please I need food, water, atmosphere, and consistency 😭😭 comparing Hera's queen form with Peer Phony's just makes the art look so jank, I can't 😖 anyways thank you for letting me vent sorry if you already wrote your thoughts on EP 273 elsewhere and I missed it!!

I haven't really written anything concise on Episode 273 aside from the sign language stuff (and the time travelling problems) because I just... frankly don't even know what to say about the most recent episodes besides a very unsurprised "meh". I will give it credit for one thing, every time Hades and Persephone are separated the plot is actually allowed to happen, but the plot that IS there atm is relying a lot on characters being too stupid to solve their own problems and readers being too gracious or too forgetful to realize just how much is being retconned and / or forgotten about for the sake of writing a plot that tries to be deeper than it is. There's a lot of rushed worldbuilding happening at the last minute that's undoing a lot of the reasonable assumptions people had to make to fill in the blanks of the first three seasons and not exactly for the better. A lot of these issues could have been solved if Rachel had actually done any real planning in the beginning, but we're 5+ years too late for that now and the consequences of that have been rolling in every week since S3 began. There's a point where it becomes impossible to analyze because you know there's no logic to it, it's just Rachel writing whatever gets her through the week.

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical

[deathmetalunicorn1]

So, do you remember that you once wrote about reader!Goddess who was humiliated and therefore manipulated both sides to bring about Ragnarok? It occurred to me that in this continuation type scenario (taking into account the plot of the "main God" that they want to revive in the manga) they need the reader's help to search for information or something.

And though she first mocks them for needing her after they metaphorically kicked her out (more like isolating her) she eventually agrees to help. At one point in the trip she feels nostalgic because she hasn't lived with someone for so long in eons and she feels warmth from being with them, even though she knows that they only tolerate her. And talking to someone (Maybe Sasaki my Sun I love him) tell him;

- "They think I like to fight but... it's not true, sometimes I lose my patience and vent but... I've never enjoyed it. I'm not bad, I don't know why I bite..."

(God those dialogues make me cry, I took that phrase from the movie Isle of Dogs) And they can hear. What would be your reactions/thoughts? I want some angst and comfort!

PS: I read that you liked Hogwarts Mystery, do you write for that fandom too?

-With the looming threat of an old deity trying to be resurrected, the warriors of Valhalla needed to do something before they were all wiped out.

-Any information they could find, they gathered, trying to get any scrap they could, to not only prevent the resurrection, but what to do if it were to happen.

-Hermes hummed quietly into his hand that was covering his mouth, “You’re not going to like this.” Eyes, gods and humans, turned to him as Hermes was looking between two different papers, “There is one who knows more about this threat, as she was one who helped defeat it last time… Y/N.”

-Eyes went wide, hearing that you, the Great Manipulator, that many were calling you, despite others being sympathetic towards you, were the key to preventing Valhalla from being destroyed.

-Many voiced their opinion on not relying on you, not willing to trust you, but both Brunnhilde and Zeus agreed that you were their only hope, and if you didn’t want to risk your home being destroyed by this threat, you would help.

-You were stunned to see all of them at your door when you went to answer the knock, your eyes quickly narrowing, preparing for a fight, thinking they were there for revenge, even after they all but isolated you from everyone else, leaving and abandoning you, “And what do you all want? Come to laugh at me before being alone again?” your bite was deserved, but when they didn’t respond, you calmed, curious as to their reasoning to being at your home.

-Brunnhilde’s eyes were focused, serious, “Y/N, we need your help.” You were cautious, but you agreed to hear them out and you heard the name of a deity you had even forgotten about, your eyes going wide, “Someone is trying to bring that bastard back?”

-The venom in your voice was surprising, hearing your anger, as Hades nodded, “Yes, and we’ve learned you were one of the gods who helped defeat him last time. We need your help.”

-You inhaled deeply, your hands coming to your hips before you nodded softly, “Follow me.”

-You led the group of warriors down deep into Helheim, where this beast was sealed as you spoke with Odin and Hades, “If the seal is weak then this is a serious threat, but if it is weak, we can strengthen it now and make is impossible for it to break out or for anyone to break it free.”

-This did make sense, and you heard a few behind you, Poseidon being the most vocal, “And how can we trust you on this?”

-You turned your head, your eye piercing into him as you saw other gazes, many filled with the same anger and distrust, not believing you, “Because I’m the only one here who fought it, I helped seal it, and I’m the only chance you have to protect your precious Valhalla.”

-You didn’t even try to hide the venom in your voice, as you were still bitter yourself for what they did to you all those years ago and here recently, turning you into the bad guy. Many flinched at your tone, something you didn’t see as you turned back around, hearing your anger.

-Many felt guilty, now, for what they did to you, seeing you being so bitter and guarded, as they were the ones who made you like that, and those who sympathized with you, believed you weren’t in the wrong, as you were just a heartbroken woman.

-The staircase winded down and down, going deep into the underworld, and soon you found yourself walking next to one of the humans, Kojiro, the first who managed to defeat a god, “Lady Y/N… I-” you turned your heard to smile softly up at him, showing him that you were a soft and gentle person, “Don’t- you don’t need to apologize for something you didn’t do.”

-He sighed softly, looking defeated before he tried again, not willing to give up just yet and he went to speak, but you beat him to the punch, surprising him with your words, like you had read his mind, which you hadn’t, he was just a little easy to read with things like this, “I don’t like being like this- I don’t like being mean. I’m not a bad person, but this is the only way I feel safe.”

-Eyes went wide as heads turned to you, the gods around you, hearing this, hearing how broken and soft you sounded.

-They remembered when you used to be so happy, overflowing with natural beauty as you smiled, spreading joy wherever you went.

-Then they remembered how you wept at the altar, being left alone, collapsing to your knees, sobbing into your hands after the love of your life had run off, abandoning you.

-The anger you showed, once they told you what they had done, trying to play it off as a harmless joke, was a dark day in Valhalla, as while you were always happy and sweet, you were just as vengeful and cruel, and that day many of them knew your fury.

-There were many regretful glances sent around amongst the gods, they were the ones who made you like this. If they hadn’t been jealous of the human who took your heart, if you would have been happy, would you still be like you were before, happy?

-As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you saw the thrashing beast of a deity, trying to get free of its shackles, the magical seals were faded and barely glowing.

-Many were stunned to see the beast right there and some of the humans went to attack, thinking it was about to break free. You held an arm up, keeping them back, “Don’t waste your energy. It’s unkillable.”

-You lifted a hand and snapped your fingers, and a rush of energy left your body, flowing over all of them as the seals started glowing brightly, being renewed, and strengthened.

-The beast roared loudly, “LET ME FREE!! I will have my revenge on you damn gods!!” you weren’t impressed, your hands coming to your hips as you started over, your heels clicking beneath you.

-It looked up at you, snarling darkly before you kicked him hard, stepping on his head with your heel, grinding down only slightly as you looked down at him, a dark, intimidating aura surrounding you, “I made you my bitch once. I’ll do it again. Do not try me.”

-Now whining like a kicked puppy, comical tears in his eyes, he backed off and you turned to the gods, “Nobody will be able to free him- why are you all staring at me?”

-Loki immediately was on his knees before you, holding one of your hands, “Step on me like that too!” you rolled your eyes, a sound of disgust leaving you, as you walked past him and the other, muttering under your breath, “Why do men keep asking me that?”

-Loki was quick to chase after you, begging you and you called over your shoulder, “If someone doesn’t come get him, I’m going to hurt him!” which caused a scramble to get to Loki, many of them not wanting to incur your wrath.

-They needed to fix things with you, because they wanted you on their side, know how powerful you were- they made an enemy with you once, there wouldn’t be a second time.

And to answer your question, not so much Hogwarts Mystery, but I've been playing Hogwarts Legacy, and while I haven't written anything for that fandom, I don't mind doing so.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror kojiro sasaki #ror zeus #ror brunhilde #ror poseidon

[marleyybluu]

Could you write something with Rio x reader? Where reader is Marcus’ nanny and Rio starts falling in love with her. 💙

The Nanny

Rio x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

Mick helped Rio with a lot of things, but he'd never been more grateful for his services until he recommended Yn for a nanny.

Rio was a single father with an empire to maintain, it was hard being out for most of the day and coming home to a house that was, not disgusting but definitely not as clean as it should be. He was tired whenever he got home and whatever energy he did have left went to his son Marcus. Playing with him, taking him to soccer practice after school, helping him get ready for bed, and reading him stories before he slept. By the time all that was done, he himself would be knocked out in bed or on the couch.

One day, just venting about how everything was going Mick brought up Yn, she used to watch Mick's children as well and she was amazing at her job, the house was always spotless, the food she cooked was phenomenal, not to mention she was great with the kids and helping them in any way they needed. She slowly became a part of their family so much so that they still constantly kept in touch.

Rio wasn't too keen on anyone other than family watching Marcus, but at this point, he was willing to take all the help he could get and so he got her number from his partner and dialled her up explaining the positive things that Mick had told him.

The call couldn't have come at a better time because Yn was in between shitty jobs that she didn't enjoy. She agreed to meet with him at a park not too far from his place, he let Marcus run around while still keeping a watchful eye on him until someone entered his atmosphere, the softest voice saying, "Hi, sorry, are you Rio?"

He was immediately struck by her beauty, he didn't know who he was expecting but it definitely wasn't her. He almost didn't want to bother with an interview, wanted to tell her she was hired on the spot. He proceeded with it anyway but it didn't feel like a regular one, yeah he asked her how many families she worked for, and what interests her about childcare but that was about it. They spent that afternoon just talking about any and everything.

Rio was smitten by her smile, her laughter was infectious. She did a cute little head tilt whenever she laughed which he was sure she was unaware of. He hired her right then and there.

That's when things started to get a little too involved on his side. He was in his feelings over her, it all happened so quickly. The relationship that Yn had built with Marcus was such a sweet thing to watch unravel, he loved watching him get excited to see her walk through that door, the way the two of them would be in the kitchen dicing it up whenever he got home— he had forgotten what it was like to have another person around but he was enjoying this.

"Can I eat the batter?" Rio heard Marcus ask excitedly, he chuckled shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up in the closet, he slid off his shoes dumping them right under his jacket before closing the closet door. He shuffled over to the kitchen catching Yn handing over a spoon with some batter on it to Marcus who eagerly took it and got to work.

Rio asked. "What's going on here? Sweets before bed?" Marcus froze and so did Yn. Marcus whispers. "Maybe if we don't move he won't see us." His dad approached him, dipping his finger in the batter and plopping it on his child's nose. Marcus giggled hugging his dad. "How was your day kiddo?"

"Awesome. Practice got cancelled, so Yn took me to an arcade that she said she used to go to and then we went to get ice cream-"

"You didn't have work to do?" Rio questioned, he knew that Yn had a soft spot for Marcus and it was hard for her to tell him no sometimes. "Yeah, I did it when I came home."

Yn bent her lips in to hide her smile when Rio looked at her with raised eyebrows, she nodded confirming he did finish his work. "Aight. When you're done go get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute."

Marcus turned to Yn. "Are you coming too?"

She shook her head. "Sorry honey, I have to go home soon." He pouted turning back to his father. "Why can't Yn love with us?"

The question threw the both of them off guard. Rio rubbed the back of his neck letting out a nervous laugh. "I mean, she has her own house and her own space papito."

He hung his head. "I know, but it'd just be more fun."

Yn blushed. "Well, maybe one day I'll spend the night... uh, if that's okay with your dad." Marcus grinned looking up at Rio. He wouldn't refuse that opportunity himself. He nodded his head over to the steps, a silent message for him to get his butt upstairs like he instructed the first time. The young boy sighed and licked off the last of the batter off before dumping the spoon in the sink. "Good night Yn." He said hugging her leg, she bent down pressing a kiss on his head.

"Good night sweets, I'll see you tomorrow."

With the two finally alone, Rio leaned against the counter, eyes dragging down her body as she finished the final touches on the cupcakes they just poured out. "You need help with anything?" Asked Rio. Yn shook her head. "Im just gonna put this in the oven, wash the dishes and be out of your hair."

"You always say that like I don't want you here."

Yn tugged on her bottom lip. "Sorry,"

"It's all good..." His sentence trailed off once she opened the oven and bent over sliding the tray inside, eyes glued to her backside even when she straightened up and closed the door. Yn turned around catching him in the act of pure adoration. Her face felt warm again.

"You're food is in the microwave, might be cold though."

He thanked her and started the microwave to warm up his food. He shoved his hands in his pockets, "So," he started. "How was your day?"

She shrugged. "Good, we just hung out-"

"Nah, nah," Rio leaned on the counter right next to her, his elbow popped her personal bubble once her crossed his arms. "How was your day? Aside from Marcus." Letting her know it was more of a personal question. "Oh, um... it was okay."

He raised his 'brow. "Why just okay?"

"Just tired, I don't know. I didn't sleep last night and then you called for me to come early-"

"You should've said something this morning. I would've cancelled what I had and dropped him off at school instead, let you sleep in."

She shook her head dismissing his offer. "It's cool."

Rio pondered on what Marcus had said earlier, maybe it wouldn't be so bad having Yn become a live in nanny. She lived far from where he was but bless her heart she always made it to the house or the school on time but now he was wondering how early she was waking up, starting to become worried if she was getting enough sleep.

"What if uh... what if you stayed here?"

She stopped scrubbing at the dishes and casted her eyes to the side. "What? Like... live with you guys?"

"Yeah, that way you could get some sleep, don't have to worry about driving so much. You wake up and everything's right here." YN twisted her mouth to the side, she was considering it, hell she wanted to say yes but it would look too weird and eager. Her response was taking a bit too long causing Rio to back track. "Look, it's only a suggestion. There's an extra room upstairs, I'll pay to move all your stuff here. If you want."

Yn looked over at him, a small smirk sat on his face and it caused her to smile. "Okay."

"Yeah?" He sounded a little too excited. "Yeah... it could be fun." Her tone suddenly turned from cheery to deep. "Aight then, it starts tonight. You go catch some sleep, I'll do the dishes when I'm done."

"Rio, it's okay."

His nostrils flared. She was a bit stubborn. "YN."

She sighed putting her hands up in surrender. "When the timer goes off take the cake out of the oven. Marcus' lunch is already packed."

"No problem. You can raid my closet until your stuff gets here. What's mine is yours ma."

She smiled softly. "Thanks. I will see you in the morning."

Rio winked and watched her vanish upstairs. He smirked knowing he has her right where he wanted her.

idk i hope yall like it. yes there will be part 2

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic. Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. 

Peace and love 

Part 2

Tags: @skyesthebomb @rio-reid-whoreee

#rio x fem!reader #rio x reader #rio #goodgirls #rio fanfic #rio fluff #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #good girls rio #rio good girls

[magicaloneandmystery]

easy to love. (p.p. x reader)

pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x reader

summary: Peter is relentlessly there to help pick you up when you are too tired to do the same.

warnings: heavy negative self-talk, allusions to depression, please don't read this if you are not comfortable with either of these. additionally, my inbox and messages are always open if you ever want to vent about anything

word count: about 850 words

a/n: if you are suffering or even slightly down today, take this as your reminder that you are loved, cared for, and you matter. sending so many hugs to all of your way <3

(gif not mine, credits to the owner/creator)

you had been in bed since morning and it was 2 pm now. 

suffice it to say, it was a bad day.

you were drowning in your thoughts, unable to distinguish the light on the surface from the darkness of the depths. you were not sure if there was any surface, to be honest.

you had forgotten to call in from your work in the haze that surrounded you but left a message about an hour earlier, a simple text to your boss that read apologies for not coming in today, feeling a bit sick. 

bless her heart, you were only met with a text saying are you okay? that was left on read.

you should answer that soon.

there were several other texts you were yet to reply to, the most glaring ones being from Peter.

good morning sweetheart was the first one.

you okay? after a few hours of no reply.

y/n talk to me, please? was the last one.

you wanted to talk to him so bad, but it was much easier staying there and pretending the world didn’t exist for as long as you could, as long as it was viable. 

you didn’t realise it was way later than 2 pm when you suddenly turned in your bed to see the darkened skies. you supposed time flies when all you do is lie beneath your covers thinking about all the reasons you couldn’t get up. (more often than not coming up with none.)

you jumped when a knock sounded on your window but didn’t remove the blanket from your face to see who it was. you knew who it was, you were just hoping he left you alone.

alas, that hope went out the window (no pun intended) when he stepped into your room. you wished you had turned the lock on them but in your state last night it didn’t matter whether they were on or not. no amount of locks could ensure that you felt safe.

“you should not leave your windows unlocked like that, sweetheart,” he said, noticing the piles of clothes in two places. apart from that, though, your room was organised like it usually was. not a lot of people could’ve said something was wrong by looking at your room.

“I know you’re awake, it’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me,” he sighed. he was disappointed in you. you should get up and talk to him. greet him, at least. he came all this way just for you. and here you are, lying there like you don’t want it, want him. ungrateful brat. “did you have something to eat?"

you wondered why he bothered trying.

“y/n,” he sat down next to you. his ungloved hand came into your view as he tucked away the blanket a bit. you realised he wasn’t wearing his suit. did he not come here after his patrol?

you’re disrupting spider-man too. selfish selfish selfish.

“babe,” he started, stroking your cheek. “just give me a simple nod if you want me here. I’ll be gone if you don’t.”

tears were pooling in your eyes. you wanted him gone but more than that, you knew you needed him here. it was unfair to still need him for anything.

gathering all your strength, you nodded once.

his fingers gently wiped away the tears that managed to spill over. 

"I love you," he said, before leaning down and kissing your forehead. your eyes shut tightly, undeserving of his love, his beauty, his warmth. "I'm gonna clean this room a little, okay? I must say, you've managed it quite well already."

you knew he was lying but it made the pressure holding you down lift a little. maybe you were not a complete failure.

a few minutes of his cleaning had put some life back into your body, making it easier to breathe in and out. you moved into a sitting position by your bed, legs hanging off its side.

"hey, bug," Peter grinned, triumph swimming in his eyes. "wanna eat something?"

you nodded after some time, contemplating.

"something light? I was thinking of some soup."

you nodded again.

"be right back!" he skipped out of the room, already familiar with your apartment enough to know where all the ingredients were kept.

you listened to the clanging of the utensils for some time, head bent in the doorway’s direction. slowly, you stretched your legs and decided to join him. walking seemed to take tremendous effort but when you saw Peter, his back to you, stirring the pot on your stove, making food for you. the realisation felt heavy but it seemed to make your steps lighter all the same. maybe you could be loved.

“hello there,” he called out to you. his senses were already attuned to you, and his heart fluttered wildly when he realised you were joining him in the kitchen. he stretched his hand out to you, sighing when your body slotted itself to his side as you both stared at the boiling soup.

as your head rested on his shoulder, eyes fixated forward, you realised it’s very easy to love Peter Parker. sometimes, that was all you needed. a reminder you could love.

phew, thanks for reading if you did!! comments and reblogs are much appreciated :) please do remember to check in with your closed ones and to never be afraid to ask for help.

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[silversoulstardust]

Definitely not thinking about Loki getting frustrated trying to learn physics on his own during those century long time frame so he timeslipped to the present time a little bit earlier before the temporal loom blew up just to pull Mobius aside from everyone to vent incoherent scientific nonsense pacing back and forth while Mobius just watched him.

"Are you done?" asked Mobius after Loki finally stopped pacing, heaving a deep sigh.

Loki glared dagger, but Mobius easily shrugged it off. "Why yes, yes I am," he snapped, arms crossed over his chest. He picked on the dull brown fabric of his jacket and second guessed his choice to vent to Mobius instead of OB.

"I don't even know why am I even talking to you about this, clearly you have zero idea about what I'm taking about," Loki was losing steam, and his tone came out whinier than he'd like it to. It reminded him a lot of the time he sulked over Thor looking confused when Loki showed him his art when they were kids, not understanding his artistic choice.

"Not that I'm blaming you for not knowing about it, I too would be annoyed if someone were to word vomit about electromagnetism and relativistic physics while trying to make sense out of the quantum ones. Magic is so much easier than this, you know? I could just -- I don't know -- snap my fingers, or, or wave my hands and things just happen instead of getting down to the molecular level of shit trying to unders-"

A pair of strong arms wrapping itself around Loki's shoulders stopped him in his track. It was Mobius reaching out and hugging him, but they hugged in an awkward position, because Loki was taller than Mobius and had his arms crossed over his chest. It didn't stop Mobius at all. He continued to run his fingers through Loki's hair, gently pushing Loki's head against his shoulder. "There, there."

And instead of retaliating, Loki allowed himself to be held.

"What are you doing, Mobius?" said Loki, unfolding his arms. His hands were clenching and unclenching by his sides as he hesitated to reciprocate the hug. He was still a little bit mad because Mobius broke his train of thoughts and not getting him at all, though that was slowly melting away as moments passed. Being held felt nice.

"I'm a Loki expert. I don't know jack shit about physics and all the things that just came out of your mouth, but I do know you're frustrated," whispered Mobius in his soothing voice, his hand moved down the center of Loki's back as he rubbed comforting circles. "So we're going to stay this way until you feel better. Got it?"

All the fight left Loki's body. Whatever that confused him during his quest to understand physics was simply forgotten now, and for the love of Odin he couldn't remember why it even bothered him so much. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Mobius' waist and buried his face on the crook of the older man's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of sandalwood cologne and coffee for breakfast they had together close to a century ago, still fresh on the fabric of his clothes.

Once again, Loki was reminded of why he was doing this.

"Got it."

#this was supposed to be a quick hc and then it turned into a drabble #i really am having it bad again folks #it's 2021 all over again #lokius #loki odinson #mobius m mobius #loki #loki series #chromie writes #drabble #chrmz.txt

[asfateentertwines]

idk if you like this ship, but Nocorro headcanons?

Hi sorry for the delay, I went on a Nocorro tail spin for this

Neteyam hides his feelings for Spider when they're young because he is worried about his moms feelings but has always been gentle with him and secretly enjoyed his company

They got along but just weren't overly close

Spider always was jealous of Neteyam for being everything he couldn't be - Na'vi, loved, strong, respected, etc. But always admired him just as much

Their relationship would start secret - on the downlow for the sake of their own anxieties - and would start due to their common denominator - Lo'ak

As his big brother and his best friend respectively, they always seemed to be the ones at the end of his messes. For Neteyam, it was cleaning them up or talking him out of it and for Spider, it was tagging along before inevitably just trying to keep them both alive

It's my thought that Lo'ak is the one that considers Spider's humanity the least and sees him the most as just Spider, even moreso than Kiri, and so he accidentally gets him hurt a fair amount - hence, Neteyam has to patch him up

This time is where they bond a lot - venting, mocking one another, but also eventually devolving into the fear, insecurity, etc they each feel

They would be the couple that goes through all of the 'new' stuff (i.e the awkward and honeymoon phases) by themselves while no one knows yet about their relationship so that by the time they get together publicly, everyone thinks of them as the old married couple of sorts

They equal one another out in a lot of ways and meet one another's insecurities - each is everything the other wants with the added consequences they didn't see coming

While it takes vulnerability that neither is prepared for, they come to be the same space for one another they each need and become a big part in one another's healing

They're both emotional protectors to the other as no one ever filled the roles for them and for once, they both get to be someone's priority

Its the story of the oldest son and forgotten child

They're two sides of the same beat up coin

Neteyam is protective and takes after his mom in being a guardian but is more reserved and takes social cues into account - he is aware of his mates vulnerability and protects in a lot like how his parents do - meanwhile, Spider is just fucking feral

It takes a long time to teach Spider that he can't just go in like he has nothing to lose - there's a lot of self-worth arguments

However, this comes to head with neither being sure where they stand to announce the relationship. I imagine it wouldn't come out until it had to

in canon, this is the RDA capturing Spider

The RDA taking Spider is what ends with their relationship becoming public

Neteyam has to see his parents as mortal and imperfect while Spider is faced with the doubts on his self-worth and position in the family

Neither knows how to proceed but they fight like hell with something more to fight for than the original canon offers

Neteyam loses it when Spider is taken, he goes feral, fighting with all of Neytiri's spirit, and relies heavily on his parents and the childish belief that they can somehow fix it

I don't think he would realize there's no fixing it until they're with the Metkayina and Ao'nung is courting him

He would lose it, acting more and more like Lo'ak while being lost in his own internal whirlpool of self-doubts and questioning

If war didn't make him grow up then this does

He doesn't think he'll get Spider back until he sees him on the deck but at this point, he's just blindly following Jake - he's unanchored and confused and it is still Lo'ak who ultimately is the reason Spider comes home

As for his fate, I think Spider would have been closer to him. Neteyam would have grabbed him on instinct and been ducking lower to guard the more vulnerable of the two and missed the shot

Them getting home is like recovering from a breakup though

Spider spent the months more convinced than ever that he is unwanted and left astray

But he is also more aware of the emotional manipulation and more at peace with his dynamic with the Sullys so Quaritch doesn't have as much success with him

Despite his doubts festering, it's a sort of resignation that the things they felt for him isn't enough - not that they don't exist

Neteyam would have given him hope that he is a part of the family and made him feel something worth cherishing

Then the RDA comes and it's the resignation that everything is over and he's not going home

He's a lot more grim here

But the upside is that Nocorro is a lot of healing

They're with the Metkayina and helping one another remember their value - Spider in the family and Neteyam as his own person

They both need to be reminded that they're worthy of loving and that's what the months following ATWOW is filled with

Consequently, it's also how the duo become legitimate threats to the RDA

The protective rage they both feel with what was taken from them means they're ruthless - they become a lot more empowered to protect their homes and focus on building some place safe for their family

Ultimately they are a very love and family driven couple with the other slowly becoming their other half, they operate like an extension of themselves with a level of understanding no one else would have

Post-war would take a long time for them to settle but I think they both have similar desires again in just having a loving, safe place for their family to grow and to heal together

Honestly this couple is just very soft and very old married couple, like think the gays from The Last of Us that die together bro

#spider socorro #avatar the way of water #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #headcanons #nocorro #miles spider socorro #neteyam #avatar #ask #yay I got asks #honestly tho they love eachother #its the kind of love where things just click into place #no one else can understand the pressure and the loneliness the way they can #or more acurately - no one else tried

[lemonhemlock]

No because all the anons talking about the Aemond x TB OC self insert fics are so real. Because those are so ridiculous derivative it is crazy

-White haired Targaryen looking child of Rhaenyra, probably named Visenya is either 1- takes after her mother because genetics don't exist 2-is the one trueborn daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra who was conceived during consummation

-Can sword-fight, ride, talks like a 21st century woman, is a #girlboss and a 3rd wave feminist

-Takes Aemond's eye out as children instead of Luke being the one to do it

-Aemond somehow falls head over heels in love with her because she is #notlikeothergirls and just really really super hot

-Aemond abandons his family, his brothers, his sister, his mother and all the people he cares about to go fight for Rhaenyra because apparently the SI is just so hot and he is so in love with her

-They probably repeatedly have amazing super hot poorly written pre-marital sex but SI ofc doesn't get pregnant but there is no explanation like moon tea or anything

-Aemond calls his family out for being misogynistic haters or something for some reason????

- 639363 pages of Alicent bashing

-Aegon is the devil himself

-SI and Aemond get married and have children with white hair who they name after Rhaenyra and Daemon

-Author somehow managing to sneak in their own opinions that Rhaenyra is the one true heir and her and Daemon are innocent little saints who do no wrong

Just explained the plot of like a min. of 50 of Aemond x TB OC fics

i mean.... yeah :)) good for them for having their fun, but, bless their hearts, i had to check out

at the end of the day everyone can relate to this feeling of frustration when the majority of fics skew in a direction you're not a fan of. and every author should absolutely feel like they can post whatever they want and enjoy themselves; the target audience isn't always you and that's fine. but i simultaneously feel like venting these annoyances with like-minded people in your own space is also not a crime. sometimes we don't like stuff and want to gossip about it. it's really not that serious, everyone has the thinnest skin imaginable these days

it's like we've forgotten how to interact with one another. not liking something is not a personal affront to the person who does like it. it does not require outrage at the expressing of an opinion. it does not require a silencing campaign. you shouldn't expect others to keep quiet all the time just so your feelings won't be hurt. the fuck. especially when, i repeat, the tags can always be muted. what are you even doing interacting with the posts if the mere act of verbalizing a dislike bothers you so much?

there's a world of difference between occasional banter and sending authors hate, leaving disgruntled reviews, telling people to kms or insinuating that on your blog, casually accusing them of being illegal sexual deviants and whatever other deranged insults stans trade like candy and we definitely should stop acting like these two things are the same. you don't have to turn everything into a fight in the trenches

Anonymous asked: Yeah while I don't expect Alicent to be portrayed in every fic as the best mother who has no bad qualities since nobody is perfect it's becoming tiring to constantly read about how she's always trying to actively destroy her children's lives and is to blame for most things including the upcoming war while Rhaenyra is an amazing mother who truly loves her children and can do no wrong, like the worst she'll do is maybe arrange some unwanted marriage to her OC daughter or betroth her to another man who is not Aemond. I've come across to stories in which Alicent was abusive to Aemond for no reason other than she's a bad mother, was physically recoiled by his lost eye, turned and indoctrinated him into a religious extremist just like she's always portrayed in many fics or even tried to have Rhaenyra's daughter be assassinated just to prevent Aemond from defecting to the other side by marrying her and not the Baratheon daughter the greens want him to marry. To some extent I do believe it's very hard to avoid some OOC-ness from these characters since they're being put into new scenarios that didn't happen in canon and everything about this is being left to the author's personal interpretation which will naturally spark some debate whether or not what a certain character's actions are believable within their universe, however, due to the formulaic nature of a lot of those fics most characters (especially green ones if we're talking about Rhaenyra's daughter OCs) are brought to insane levels of OOC just to make their story work. Like yeah, if Aemond has constantly been abused by his mother (not physically necessarily), by Aegon, by his grandfather and, on top of that, Alicent and/or Otto try to have his beloved OC assassinated well, chances are this will make him denounce his family and switch sides sooner or later. Something that would've never happened under normal circumstances. Oh and I've also noticed a trend in quite a few of these fics of using Alys in cheating tropes and always turning her into an evil witch and seductress who tries to separate Aemond from the OC and use him for her own benefits…all I'm going to say is you don't want to see how demented and misogynistic people get about her in the comment sections. Anyway I'm sorry about extending this discussion about Aemond x OC fics and I hope it hasn't attracted too many weirdos who are spewing hate in your inbox!

i pretty much agree with you, anon, not much more to add. :))

#at any rate guys i feel like this is enough lucemond / TB OC fic content for now #ask #anon #fandom critical #anti team black #for filtering purposes #anti aemond targaryen #LOL #also for filtering purposes don't @ me #anti lucemond #bc i mentioned it in the tags and it MIGHT pop up in the search idk

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

Young Neil Vent Regression Headcanons :(

for more happy, general headcanons see here: ๑❛ᴗ❛๑

• usually Even Younger Neil is just a chill little guy but not every day is good :( if he goes too long without hanging out with his friends he feels like he's being forgotten and gets really upset about it...

• when he is lonely and upset like that he vent regresses and throws little tantrums...

• usually Stephen is the only one to see this part of Neil's regression because it barely ever happens when more of their friends are around and it is often an After Bedtime occurrence

• when Neil feels icky like this he will sit in his room for hours just Thinking about it and doing nothing... maybe angry crying maybe hugging his knees and shaking but nothing Loud or self destructive

• eventually Stephen will notice how long it's been since he's seen Neil and knock on his door... sometimes he is just studying or something !! it is a relief when this is true :) but not usually :(

• Neil won't respond and Stephen will ask if he's okay and give a warning that he's going to come in before he does and this is when Neil will have his little tantrum…. he will say all of the things he was thinking about even though they are not very nice and he knows they are not true... he will yell at Stephen and say that he and the rest of his friends are all sick of him and forgetting about him and that nobody likes him anymore...

• but Stephen will patiently reassure him over n over that none of that is true and that he loves Neil and he knows their friends do too... sometimes they get busy but that doesn't mean they don't want to hang out with Neil anymore

• usually this part doesn't last Too too long and Neil just devolves into sobbing... then Stephen hugs him and strokes his hair until he tires himself out

• Stephen lets Neil sleep in his bed with him after bad nights like these... it helps him feel more loved and he sleeps better cuddling with his big brother...

• the next morning Neil will apologise because he knows Stephen and the rest of his friends aren't mean people and he doesn't want to hurt Stephen's feelings by making him feel like he thinks they are... but Stephen gets it he says don't worry about it

• Stephen checking in on Neil when he is having a bad night is Extremely helpful and Neil appreciates it way more than he can express.. even when Stephen only just started doing it and didn't know how to comfort Neil yet just the idea of him thinking about Neil and wanting to make sure he was doing okay subconsciously helped a LOT

• Stephen didn't always think to check in with Neil when he stayed in his room for hours... he used to assume Neil Was studying or just hanging out alone or something but when Neil was having a bad time like this and he had to go to sleep without talking about it it wouldn't fully go away in the morning either... he'd keep thinking about it in the back of his mind and feeling bitter and kind of sick... when he was at his Worst was when he took up smoking :(

• Stephen was really busy at the time but the smoking was what made it obvious to him that something was really wrong !! whenever he came home he could smell it and when he asked Neil about it Neil just said oh I didn’t think you’d notice… hmm…

• this was when Stephen started checking in with Neil because he was really worried :( !! and Neil started expressing what was wrong instead of bottling it all up

• for a few days Neil was having tantrum after tantrum because of how long he had been holding onto all those big scary emotions… but it did not last forever 🤍 although even when he was starting to feel better he still needed to sleep in Stephen’s bed for a while

• eventually everything was back to normal !! phew… well. except for one thing… Neil was still smoking :( and Stephen was worried about his health

• Stephen was the one to bring up the idea of quitting to Neil who didn’t really notice how much he was smoking because of how absent mindedly he was doing it… he wasn’t doing it with the idea of self destruction or even stimulation seeking in mind anymore but it was something he still did when he had to focus… meaning every time he did homework or played video games or watched TV or anything, he was smoking and that was… a lot

• Neil wasn’t opposed to quitting though, especially not if Stephen was asking him to and he listened as Stephen explained that he was worried [and also that it was gross]… they had a conversation about how to go about quitting and realised that Neil had an oral fixation

• eventually Stephen suggested that Neil use a pacifier or something whenever he wanted to smoke and Neil didn’t know if that would work… but he agreed to try

• they bought a pacifier that was the right size for Neil’s mouth online and when it arrived Stephen helped Neil decorate it because they thought it would be more tempting to use it if Neil thought it looked really cool

• it did work !!! Neil really likes using pacifiers and they help him a lot !! obviously there was more to his addiction than an oral fixation but he did get over it and no longer smokes at all ever… and Neil thinks it is all thanks to his big brother Stephen helping him :)

#🖍️ #👾 #📝 #scott pilgrim age regression #scott pilgrim agere #scott pilgrim #young neil #little young neil #regressed young neil #neil nordegraf #little neil nordegraf #regressed neil nordegraf #fandom regression #fandom agere #fandom age regression #age regression #agere #sfw agere #agere little #agere blog #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #🎼

[crazy-loca-blog]

OK, so... readings of the last two weeks... given the fact that things don't look good for Choices, now it honestly feels like I'm trying to finish all my pending books before the app says farewell, so in the next few weeks I may revisit some old classics I never got to read when they were released, so I don't think I'll be posting about them.

Again, these are opinions no one asked for but I need to vent and of course, I'm leaving them under the cut just to avoid any potential spoilers for non-VIP players.

I started reading Hot Shot and I'm low key loving it? Yes, we have this annoying hockey superstar that has some serious anger management issues and that many people hate. But I can't help being a sucker for slow burns and secret romances, and that's the path I'm following here. I decided not to play the diamond scenes where the MC and the LI kiss and wait until the story forces that kiss. That led to having a book with a lot of sexual tension between both characters and I live for it! I also like there are also lots of interaction with secondary characters. But what has really caught my attention is how the LI seems to understand the fact our MC constantly needs to prove herself to achieve her own professional goals and how he's willing to restrain from doing very public things in order to not damage that part of her life. Overall, it's been a fun read (but I think it has to do more with the path I've followed than with the actual story) but I don't see it having a second book.

Guarded is the second book I started reading. Meh. Five minutes into the book and the MC and the LI are already attracted to each other, that killed my mood since the very first moment. My guess is they took that forgotten plot from Red Carpet Diaries where our MC had a stalker and developed that idea (maybe you don't remember, but that storyline in RCD led to nowhere), then added an undercovered bodyguard who acts as our "fake boyfriend" and that's it. So far, we've only had cameos by Cassandra Leigh and Chris Winters, when they could have used so many characters from the app! Disappointing, to say the least. Unless something really mindblowing happens (I doubt it, it's been 16 chapters already), this will probably be a forgettable book.

Last, but not least, I binge-read The Cursed Heart 2 in three days, it was my book for the weekend. I wasn't convinced about the idea of having a second book here because in my opinion the first one wrapped up the story really well, but I enjoyed the change of pace of the second book. The writers went straight from a book that's absolutely mislabeled in the sm*t category to a fantasy/adventure story and delivered a nice reading, adding a few plot twists I didn't expect. I don't know who the team behind this series is, but once again, the finale was very well executed, and again, the writers did an awesome job at not leaving any unanswered questions (well, there was maybe one thing I would've liked to know that wasn't covered, but it doesn't affect the plot at all). Good plot job in an app where plot doesn't seem to matter anymore.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #hot shot #guarded #red carpet diaries #the cursed heart

[olliesneweyes]

Hey if you play fallen london or identity v do you wanna commission me Ingame pretty please

[I reblog posts about politics, current events, and the occasional suggestive joke so if I interact and you specifically do not want that pretend it's @shattered-stims or @the-shattered-prince that interacted ok]

Ollie/Emil he/they/it, current obsession is idv (kins welcome also!! I am one of them)

- it will NOT require your government id

IMPORTANT: I often post undescribed media, please be aware of this

Blogs:

@asktheoddloids - vocaloid askblog

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Hi, I'm Ollie! I post about Vocaloid and not much else currently. I have an askblog! go look at it if you like vocaloids, although it is vaguely horror themed and updates sporadically

Things to know:

- If i disappear from a convo I'm not trying to ghost you I just had to go eat or smth

- PLEASE TAG YOUR VENTS (I care too much about things I cannot control and will worry myself sick over people out of love)(also this isn't /dir this is just something I forgot to add)

- also btw please tell me if I'm violating one of your triggers unknowingly! I'll try to tag as much as I can but sometimes I forget or simply don't know to tag something (for example someone being triggered by hands which I don't usually tag). Plus sometimes I follow blogs on a whim so I may have forgotten to read your pinned (which is on me). So please shoot me an ask to tell me to tag something if I forget!! And/or feel free to unfollow me 👍🏻

Fandoms:

• Identity V

• Vocaloid

• Little Nightmares

• Omori

• Hollow Knight

• Ghost and pals

#ollie's art: art tag!

Dni if:

• Racist

• Any type of queerphobe/phobe in general

• you don't tag vents (it makes me uncomfortable)

• k-nk/18+ specific blogs

• You do weird stuff in shipping (like noncon, incest, ect)

• harass people over their ships if they haven't done anything wrong

• Support autism speaks (please just look it up)

(also this is a nitpick but as an Emil fan and maybe kin please do not interact if you're specifically an adamil shipper. Nothing against you it's just not for me for Reasons. Ty!)

[dailycass-cain]

I really tried to like this run, I really did. The seeds were planted in the Failsafe arc, then there was a tiny bit with the next arc (Red Death), and the way this one began.

Yeah…

This is just my preference, but I enjoy a comic book story if the writer clearly has a passion for all the characters involved.

When it comes to Batman?

I just ask if you're gonna use Cass. Use her wisely.

Don't use her as a "prop".

It's why I left Tom King's Batman run after Batman #81 because that's what Cass was in that run.

I came back to Batman because I truly did enjoy James Tynion IV's style in his Tec run. Yes, he played it safe but it was a FUN kind of safe.

Even if they were cheesy, Tynion's Batman and later Joshua Williamson's runs were fun. So was Mariko Tamaki's Tec run. They treated the characters involved with respect and gave some standout Cass moments. They didn't seem like a "prop" and somehow always figured into the story.

Why I SOOOOO checked out hard when Future State: Gotham did this too (so much so I totally have forgotten who wrote the story). Cass wasn't a character in that (among others). She was just a prop to showcase how "far" Nightwing had gone.

Now, this current Batman run by Chip Zdarsky has done this too. I really did give this run a fair chance. For his "Failsafe" arc the ideas were there but---

There was never any follow-up. No payoff to the ideas introduced in the arc. Cass jobbed but it made sense. Because at the very least "Failsafe" was made to be counter to Bruce and the Family. But…

We got zero payoffs to Cass/Duke doing anything in the arc or anything out of Gotham being lorded over by a machine.

Compare this to what's going on in Detective Comics by Ram V.

Yes, Cass is a minor presence but the writer pays at least some payoff from plots that he introduces the character too. There's consistency.

I see 0 consistency from Zdarsky from point A to B. Take today's #137 issue for example. We spent a setup with Cass getting zero motives as to why she (and Duke) are siding with the rest.

They just are.

0 characterization and 0 payoff from point A to B. What do we get for Cass in the issue? She jobs hard to Bruce. I just don't see any reason why as a fan of Cass I should care about this run?

I mean yeah, Zdarsky dangles the "happy" family in front of us in #136, and also tells us that bad things are coming for Bruce and the Family.

Buuuuuut… where's the characterization? The panel that tells us what Cass sees?

You could've easily had Cass in #136 just a mere two panels glance at Bruce and him back at her. Him knowing she knows something is wrong.

Nope. We don't get that. Just cute fun (we get that via Dick instead).

It would bridge to her being against him in #137. If that was the case I probably wouldn't be angry over the issue. Cass doesn't feel like a character in the story, just a prop. And when a writer goes that route I CHECK OUT.

The other problem I've been having with this Zdarsky run is the "word play" as well. Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian all get name-dropped as "sons" to Bruce. Note who isn't mentioned.

AND YET...

But that is me just being picky and fandomy. But the other stuff I can't overlook. I will miss this run. I really REALLY love Jorge Jiménez's Cass. Like he understands the assignment ANY time he's asked.

Just that, good art has to accompany a fun or thrilling story. We're getting none of that from my point of view. Maybe this changes in a few issues. Maybe it'll be longer.

I just can't read this comic any longer. It's not a read I enjoy. So until then bye Batman. It was fun.

Anyway. I said my peace. I just want to vent this out of my system. 🙏

#cassandra cain #dc comics

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi, I need to ask for help about my xxfj mom. She will vent about any event that occurs in her life, many of which turn into a strong emotional response where it seems like she doesn't know how to deal with it herself, and can only process it by venting to someone (or if it's a really big feeling, many people).

Both my father and I (I'm an only child) love her dearly, but it's so exhausting listening to her, and she has clearly caught on knowing we struggle to listen to her very long and frequent rants.

On the one hand, I feel very badly because when she starts ranting, I feel myself shutting down, being exhausted, and distancing myself from her and not being a good listener (because otherwise I find myself absorbing too much of the negativity). On the other hand, she hasn't figured out any other way to deal with these emotions, so I'm not sure if I should accept it as it is and try to find ways to support her (which I am well aware is not my job to help manage for her, but she's my mom, and I care and want her needs to be met, you know?). Thank you for reading and have a nice day!

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When people "rant", what they're usually trying to do or believe that they're doing is "processing" their feelings and emotions, in order to feel better. However, if the end result is they don't feel better or feel even worse, then what they're really doing is ruminating out loud, as the emotions have gotten too big to keep inside. And when the negative emotions start to influence and infect others, it is called emotional dumping.

Rumination is uncontrolled "overthinking" that isn't actually rational thought but rather an unconscious attempt to distance from unwanted feelings and emotions, which is unfortunately counterproductive to resolving them. The more one tries to push feelings and emotions away, revisiting and rejecting them on an endless loop, the worse one's emotional state tends to get. Many people don't understand this principle and frequently find themselves in emotional escalation cycles. This is a common sign of poor emotional intelligence.

The good news is that emotional intelligence can be learned, studied, practiced, and improved, as long as one is interested and motivated enough. If she's open, suggest that she learn healthier ways of handling and resolving her feelings/emotions. You can offer some guidance and/or provide learning materials. I have already written lengthy articles about emotional intelligence and recommended books on the resources page that you and/or she can reference.

The above is a longer term goal that should be undertaken for her own personal growth. In the shorter term, there are simple ways to redirect emotional dumping. E.g. Ask her to do things to calm down physically, such as deep breathing and muscle relaxation, in an effort to slow down or stop escalation to extremes. Ask her to get in better touch with what she really needs and wants out of the situation, rather than getting carried away with externalization through blame or anger. Ask gentle open-ended questions that pause the ranting and steer her closer to understanding the very heart of the matter. You can also provide a more objective perspective as an outsider to the situation, to help change how she feels about it.

Remember that when someone is emotionally dumping, they've basically gotten too caught up in the moment and forgotten that the other person exists. This sets up the dynamic of you, the listener, feeling more and more like you're being used as a trash bin. The more passive you are, the more you enable emotional escalation. Therefore, being an active participant in the interaction is important for countering the one-sidedness. Steer the interaction in a better direction, along the lines of the tips given above. If she's resistant or uncooperative, then it's possible she's disrespecting you and your boundaries, in which case, it might be necessary for you to be more vocal about your limits and boundaries (see previous posts about setting and enforcing boundaries).

It is tough to get caught between the need to protect oneself from negativity and wanting to help someone else with theirs. It's a difficult balance to strike. Maybe you need to have an honest talk with her, from the perspective of care. Let her know that you don't like to see her so upset all the time because it's not good for her health and well-being. Emphasize that you love her and want to be there for her, but there are limits as to how much you can help.

This situation sounds like a good opportunity for both of you to learn some better communication habits. Ideally, your mom needs to learn how to process feelings and emotions and generate resolution/closure without having to place an undue burden on others. You need to learn how to take a more active role in keeping communication positive and constructive. You seem like a caring person, so you're likely to run into emotional dumping many times throughout life. It's good to have some reliable strategies for dealing with it. The better your emotional intelligence, the better you will be at handling other people's feelings and emotions.

#helping #emotional intelligence #emotional dumping #ranting #venting #boundaries #ask

[necros-writing-stuff]

so! i would love, if you don't mind, to hear about the wedding between darius and wifey. my impression is that he's not really interested in THAT part of the whole thing, but i'd still love to know. what if wife insisted/demanded? what if whatever powers that be compelled him to have a ceremony of some kind? does he have a shitty uncle who spikes the punch? what's the first dance song? does he cry seeing the bride walk down the aisle? his thoughts on cute bridal lingerie? 🤔

There's only one way this man is having a proper wedding. His father and brother got under his skin about it. Sure, his little brother used to idolise him growing up, but these days he flips between the idolisation and envy that he vents by targeting things he is jealous of. And his wife isn't much better. They visit one day, and the hag brought the old photo album that has pictures of Dare and her at their wedding. That's what makes him snap. He'll get married again, but this time it'll stick and you'll be by his side till he keels over.

Darius wants to keep the event small and intimate. But he'll still go all out on expenses. He hates public spectacle, but if he can give his father, brother and her the middle finger while making you further endeared to him, then it's worth it. His family is thankfully small. There's his parents, his brother, sister in law and their two kids. His mother has a sister with a daughter that'll probably come. And his buddy from work is his best man (under no circumstances is his brother doing a best man speech). Otherwise, it'll be your family and friends that will or wont fill seats.

There will be flowers he won't allow. If you're planning a ballroom dress he'll keep a close eye on what it looks like, and if it gets even slightly like her's was, he'll tell you no. And the cake can't be vanilla. And Elton John's music is banned.

He will think you're boring if you want a diamond ring. Come on. Get something interesting. Pretty rocks cool.

Needless to say, he'll be in a foul mood the entire run up to the day. Too many bad memories popping up.

But the day of? He couldn't be happier that he did it. All those horrible thoughts he'd been having would melt away seeing you walk up the aisle. You just replace them with yourself. He doesn't cry. But there's a peaceful look on his face. His eyes don't leave you, even as the official says the things people say at weddings.

At some point he'll realise everyone's gone quiet, finally breaking his stare to see he's being looked at by everyone.

"Oh, is it my turn? I was a bit distracted," he'll mutter, doing his signature cheek scratch that he does while flustered. It elicits some chuckles, but it's you giggling at him that he notices.

"... I don't even know what to say. I prepared a speech but I've completely forgotten it." He'll begin with that. His skin feels uncomfortable. Like he's a pig roasting on a spit for all to see. But he can't stop himself talking. Not when he can see his father glaring at him from the corner of his eye.

"... but I guess I do become impulsive and stupid around you, don't I? I just get all caveman brained and want to impress you and make you like me. I think I succeeded?"

More laughs ring out, his awkwardness thankfully coming off as humorous and not floundering as he truly is.

"Nothing makes me happier than waking up and seeing you in the morning. Even if you're still asleep, and I just get to think about how you're in bed with me. How you're so lovely and it's me you're with."

He swallows hard. He should stop. He's getting to personal, too open. But you're grinning up at him with tears in your eyes.

"Sometimes you'll just be standing by a window and the sun will shine on you in this way that makes me think you're something like those beautiful nymphs from stories my mam used to read to me as a kid. I just have moments like that, where you don't look real - where I think you're made out of smoke and I can't touch you or you'll disappear. But you are real, and moments where I hold you in my arms are when I feel most at peace in this world."

He clears his throat, glancing down at his polished shoes as he blinks away the tears that threaten to fall.

"Thank you for choosing to stay with me."

He leaves it at that, nodding to the official to signify that he's said all he wants. Darius notes how your smile changes at his final words. A little inside secret between the two of you. No one else here knows how he got you in the first place. It wasn't exactly a choice back then. It is now, though. There's so many people. You could tell them all what happened. How he took you, kept you, broke you. Made you into the loving bride you are now.

You don't though. Your speech is much more vulnerable than his. You tell some little white lies here and there, just to make things look more normal to the guests around you all. They can't tell that they're lies. He knows though, and again you share those cheeky looks.

Darius almost doesn't care about the seething look his sister in law has on as she complains to his brother when they leave.

"How come your mother didn't cry at our wedding, but she is at his?" Poor lad's in for it tonight.

Darius though? He feels like tonight will be heaven for him as he piles into the back of the car to head to the after party and you flash the garter at him with a wink.

He enjoys the food more than he thought he would. Your choice of menu was perfect. The cake looks perfect.

And the song you dance to? Love You to Death by Type 0 Negative.

#spill your guts #anonymous #darius radner #afab reader #not dol