#I strive for nothing but I have such a long life and so many people to disappoint haha maybe I should go outside more

[scremogirl]

✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Yandere! Nerd x Academic Rival! Reader

Mentions of depressive behavior/thoughts of suicide. AFAB! Reader: is called “Ms”.

Annoying.

A know-it-all smarty pants that was simultaneously the worst pain in your ass. Not that he meant to be of course; you couldn’t really blame him. Sure, some people are just naturally smart; but not him. Following you around like a lost puppy no matter where you went. He was toying with you on purpose and you knew it! You just couldn’t understand why he decided to make your life worse.

Now, the relationship you have is more one sided. You’d make subtle jabs and throw cheap shots his way but all he ever did was laugh it off. He never fought back. From what you’ve gathered, he just prefers to stare. And when I say stare I mean straight into your soul type stare. Every time he gets annoyed or is thinking really hard about something that’s what he does. Stares. It’s really creepy and unsettling, all the times you caught him or tried to, he would just look away blushing, trying his best to hide behind his shaggy hair. Eyes burn holes through the back of your head five out of the seven days of the week. However, even the two days you aren’t in school, the feeling of eyes on you never seems cease. You feel chills crawl up your spine and always look over your shoulder wherever you go only to find nobody there.

You’ve always strived to be the best. Your home life was like the equivalent of being tossed in solitary co finemente and being left to rot. It seemed as if your parents only cared about your academic life. Therefore, they were always super strict about your grades. You knew it came from a place deep within their hearts, they just wanted you to do good in life; but it still hurt. You wanted to make them proud. Wanted to feel loved by the people who were supposed to be closest to you. So you pushed yourself to limits nobody could ever reach. From winning spelling bees to holding the spot of Vice President on your school's student council team. Schools were already offering you all expense scholarships in freshman year!

You were an all rounder. One of the most involved students in your grade. You were in various sports and academic clubs, always helped in school fundraisers, and even have 500(+) SS hrs.

“ Apologies, Ms. (L/N), but there’s nothing we can do about this. You’ll have to get a tutor in order to pass,”

Technical engineering.

Your worst subject. You excelled in physics and math; some would say the best. You got the formulas down to a T and knew everything there was to know. It was more so the building aspect of things. There were just so many damn parts! Who even needs an electriconic digital caliper anyways?!

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but that’s just the way things turned out. You need this credit to graduate, but you needn’t worry. Miylo is the best at this. He’s perfect for the job,”

Miylo Reneritzer. A 6 foot, dead eyed, pale skinned dork. He’s never stood out to you. He wasn’t popular or a scholar. He didn’t play sports and wasn’t in any clubs. He didn’t participate in the annual dances and didn’t attended school games. He was just there. A regular student with a knack for technicalogical architecture. You were in 11th grade at the time. You needed to get all your credits out the way so you didn’t have to worry about them senior year. Not that it was a problem for you seeing as all of them were already completed. Well… except this one. You’ve been putting off for so long. You had to face it sooner or later. Too soon for your liking.

You would meet with Miylo twice a week; you were place in the same tech class so the first meeting didn’t really count. He was a great teacher! A little quiet and very monotone, but very thourough none the less. By the end of junior year you ended up with a A-. You parents hammered you for not making it a plus but you’ve come to terms with it. He saved you. And you were grateful. You ended up losing contact the transitioning year and just never interacted again; almost completely forgetting about him.

He didn’t forget about you though. How could he?! You were the most beautiful girl in the entire school! Nobody could compare to you. What you didn’t know about him was he was s everely bullied and even contiplated ending everything. That was until you came along. Someone finally wanted to talk to him. Even if it was just for help getting a good grade. Taking to a pretty popular girl and getting money and an increases on his report card? Sign him up. That one day changed the entirety of his life, he owes his life to you.

All he remembers is being called down to the counselors office; parents ready waiting and giving him the most bone crushing hug. Everything seemed like a blur from then on. But what he can remember is how he got there in the first place.

“A friend of yours, (Y/n) (L/n) had some concerns about your health. She said she’s been paying attention to you for awhile and noticed your self destructive behaviors,” says the counselor.

What? Before he started tutoring you he thought you were a teachers pet and hog all the chances for others to answer questions but if saves him the embarrassment of public speaking he doesn’t mind. You’ve noticed him? In more than just at tutor-tutee way? Nobody ever notices him. Not even his own parents. It’s evident with the amount of shock on their faces and all their “why didn’t you tell me’s” and confessions of love. He’s mad at you at first. He spends at least 3mths in that looney bin because of you. He hated it at first. All the questions and discard for privacy. But… slowly he changes. He becomes healthy and happy again. His mind drifts back to you. The way you would answer questions when you noticed the teachers eyes land on him, the way you would always do the presenting part in group presentations, the way gum and smiley faced erasers would apprear on his desk on a particularly hard day. You cared. You did this for everyone you saw struggling. Not that he took that into account, in his mind, he was the only one. You thought he was special. And he wouldn’t let anyone take his spot in your heart.

When he got out, he decided he was a changed person. Senior year would be his redemption arc and you would finally be together. You already were in his mind; you were just to scared. He saw straight through your act. That’s why you would do all that stuff for him instead of just coming out and saying it. He needed to pull himself together and become a better person first. He wanted you to be proud of him. He wanted you to see him for all he’s worth. He joined all the clubs you were in and surpassed all expectations. He became popular, inserting himself into all your social circles and even became a student council member beside you. Or should I say infront of you? The President. And the validictorinan.

Ugh! Since when did he become so…so great!? You don’t have any clue where this change in him came from and you want him to go back to the way he was. You were the best! You didn’t work this hard for your parents approval for nothing. They would always compare you time him. Miylos the student council president they’d say. He would never get an A-, he would never miss a volleyball game because he was overwhelmed with school work, he would never feel how school was the only true escape from an emotionally disabled household. He would never understand. Oh, but he did.

He’s been in your house plenty of times to know what’s going on. Not that you’ve know of course. That explains all the missing panties. Hmm, maybe that explains where all of your pens have gone too. And your half eaten food, and the Polaroids you’ve take of yourself, and your rose to-… Regardless! You’ve had enough of this! You needed him to know just exactly how you felt. What other way than asking him to meet you under the tree on Fri before school ends?

“I already know,” Hm?

“Good. I couldn’t hold this in any longer. You do know just exactly what I feel,”

“Oh my love but I do,” ….my love? What is he taking about.

“What am I talking about? Oh sweetheart, don’t play coy with me. It’s okay; I’ve always know the real reason behind your aggression towards me. Your just shy is all. I just want to let you know that I love you too. More than you could ever know,” he steps forward and arms outstretched and expecting a hug. He push on his chest and stare up at him in confusion. Love him? You don’t love him, you despise him! He chuckles.

“Like I said, it’s okay to be open about how you feel. That’s why you brought me here isn’t it?” What! This wasn’t some sort of confession. Well…technically… but not one of love! He was here to understand how much you loathed him. He had to not like you either, that’s why he did everything you did right…Right!? He hated you. He had to!

“Hate you? (Y/n), I could never hate you. After all you saved me,” at this point you thiught he was joking with you. Furthering your suspicions of his true feelings. You tried marching pasted him only for him to grab you arm. You tried to shuck him off but his grip was strong. All those clubs really built up his physice. He wasn’t the same scrawny little geek you remembered. He was larger, seeming as if he grew a few more inches. He filled out his uniform more, and his eyes became brighter and more emotional. If your affliction for him didn’t exist you’d think he was cute. The only thing that seemed hadn’t changed about him was his unwavering love and loyalty to you. He huffs out an exasperated sign, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I get that your shy my love, but that’s there’s no need to be so rude. We’ll work on a more conventional way to express your emotions,”

“Do I have to spell it out for you! I don’t like you, you creep! You’ve been following me around every since the beginning of this year. You’ve taken everything from me. Clubs, student records, student president! Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get here! You act so laid back and relaxed about everything and it drives me nuts! I hate you!” You push past him again, angry tears forming from all the supressed emotional turmoil. He doesn’t grab you right away which makes you think he’s finally got the picture. Didn’t anyone ever tell you no to turn your back on the enemy? You’re suddenly grabbed and thrusted into the base of the tree. He tsks at your behavior before sighing again. Hands have now moved to your shoulders and apply slight pressure keeping you in place. If that didn’t do it, the way he's looking at you would’ve have; fierce and warning, and yet, filled with so much adoration.

“We need to fix this little attitude of yours, don’t we?” It’s rhetorical. You know that but you feel the urge to snap back at him. Before you could get a word out, you can her the distance ringing of the school bell signaling the end of the day. His phone rings on the last ring. He gives you a hard glare telepathically telling you not to move. He stands straighter and picks it up. With what you heard, the student council meeting is starting soon and the others are wondering where you two are. Saved by the bell. He sighs before grabbing his bag that he placed down as long as your hand before sighing.

“Unfortunately, we can’t continue this conversation my love. Lucky for us, it’s Friday. We’ll have the rest of the weekend to work it out of you,” he throws a coy smirk your way and grabs at his belt, readjusting it a bit. God, what will you do?

Hey loves! Hope you enjoyed. I’m thinking about making apart to of this. I wasn’t really confident in it and decided that I should give more explanation to Miylos behavior. This could just be his introduction and I’ll expand on it. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!

-Love, Sos❤️

#yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere! nerd x reader #✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

[doberbutts]

Thank you for making the schindler post, it perfectly illustrates why I hate the way people will act like people who hurt others (like active nazis and racists) aren't capable of regular emotion and thought. Second chances are often seen as bad when it comes to violence and crime, but if you never give someone the chance to change, form different opinions, or see the damage they or their associates have caused, they'll just keep taking the path of least resistance, keep following orders. I just want people to take a serious look at a nazi who changed his mind. There is nothing inherently evil about anyone, there are only moral and immoral choices.

It helps, I think, to understand that he did not join the nazi party because he hated Jews. Even what research I did on the real man said that for the most part his reasons for siding with Hitler were purely economical. And, as I've said before, Hitler did not start with "I hate Jews let's kill them all" but with "look how bad the economy sucks! And who is doing well while the economy sucks? The Jews. That means they're the ones behind making the economy suck!" to get people on his side.

I think Schindler did have some internalized antisemitism. How could he not? He thought of the plan to use almost exclusively Jewish slave labor as good business sense. Cheaper than Poles, more desperate for the work and thus less likely to complain about conditions or quit, can't fuss about wanting wages or better hours, what's not to like? Supposedly his workers were treated well. I don't know if that makes it particularly better. I wonder how his workers felt, staring at the emblem proudly pinned to his jacket, knowing it stood for the extermination of their entire people.

I wonder if any of them ever considered it might be a trick. An elaborate long game to get them to trust and slip up. To get them to reveal the hiding places and secret messages and the others striving to find or make a way out.

I think the movie played with that concept a little bit, when the character of Stern (who apparently was 3 different real guys rolled into 1) is portrayed as always being a little standoffish and cold to Schindler until close to the very end. He was afraid of him. Schindler held not only his life but the lives of all of the people working there (plus more, irl) in his hands. He rubbed shoulders with high ranked officials and knew personally more than one known sadistic bastard that actively got off on murdering Jews. All it would take is a single word and it would be more than just those in the factory who died.

But then the ghetto was cleansed. In history, Schindler had advance warning and made his workers lock themselves in the factory overnight to spare them. In the movie, Schindler did not have warning, and saw the chaos from atop a vantage point as he'd meant to pass by.

Either way, both in life and in film, that was the line. He was, at minimum, willfully blind and passive to the evidence of what was happening up to that point. Once he couldn't deny it, he put his foot down and said, no more. I'm not doing this. I can't save everybody but you aren't getting your hands on anyone in my charge. Put me in jail if you have to. This is wrong.

He had everything to gain by continuing to look away. In the movie, Stern says something to the tune of "you'll have to hire Hungarians and Poles. They cost a little more but you'll still be rich" when they're both faced with Hitler's final solution. No more cheap Jewish labor when they're all dead, after all. It is at that point that they come up with the list- to get as many Jews as possible out of Germany before they're all sent to their deaths. He could have just said "yeah, sorry. I tried". Stern even more or less gave him permission to do so, like he was expecting it.

But he didn't. He said no fuck that, it's bullshit. It's not happening. I'm not letting it happen. They can arrest me or kill me if they want but if I'm alive for it I'm not just going to stand back and watch.

But I think it is difficult for people to grapple with that level of complexity. Not everyone he saved thinks he was overall a good person. His motives were not always pure. In fact many times his motives were just about lining his own pockets. But when he saw atrocities happen, he put his foot down and refused to participate. Even at his own cost- he had the equivalent amount of money back then as would be needed to retire early nowadays from his factory labor. He spent it on bribes and rations to keep them safe. He went to jail several times for refusing to back down. He risked his own neck by networking with other factory owners to get them to do the same. He could have been executed for this at any point. Nazis loved public spectacle executions for traitors and for collusion with Jews.

He wasn't a perfect ally. But I think I'd rather an imperfect ally do whatever they can to help, than no allies at all.

[bokettochild]

What is your favorite obscure piece of legend lore?

There is so much freaking lore about Legend in the mangas! and the old games! I know the mangas aren't cannon and stuff, but I think non-cannon is the peak of obscure, so I'll just go off!

The violet eyes thing is very precious to me, but that's a headcannon, so let's just... yeah

I think it would be his connection to Fi. There are very few heroes who actually hear the voice of the Master Sword, and many never do. In most of the stories we actually see the hero striving to be worthy of the blade! Sky fights so hard to be enough, to prove himself, if not to Fi than most certainly to Impa and himself. Warriors' journey features his own struggles with the blade, his hubris and folly. While I haven't played the game, the Twilight Princess manga does show Twilight undergoing a similar struggle of achieving the worthiness of holding the Master Sword, even finding it too heavy to lift at times when his heart is not in the right place or his pride is getting in the way.

But Legend never faces that. Granted, his stories are all so much simpler than that of the others, at least, as far as game play is concerned, and the manga creators didn't really go too nuts with his personal journey like they did with Twilight, but still! Legend finds the Master Sword in decay and ruin, and she speaks to him. She's not strong, she's not harsh, she's nothing like she is in any other game ever (except TOTK sort of) and she looks at this little kid who wanders across her and says "yes, that one".

The kid who has nothing to gain from saving the world. The kid who's already lost everything there is to lose. The kid who is repeatedly giving of himself and what little he has to help others in his journey, even though in the long run it means nothing. She looks at him and when he draws her blade she welcomes him

Legend is one of the only heroes to not only have Fi's full approval before he ever wields her, but is also the hero who just....has so much connection with Fi. Their fates have been intertwined for nearly as long as he's lived. She's the only comfort he's consistently had at his side.

I love that he never had to fight to be enough. Legend has so many struggles; being a good enough hero, especially when he never set out to be one, isn't something he needed to face. Legend is a pure-hearted person (which is even pointed out by others and displayed many times in the manga) and was already worthy. His rabbit soul tells us he's probably fighting his own fears and worries, anxieties and terrors, all through his adventure. To have Fi's security and strength to lean on, to compliment his own, rather than cold indifference, disapproval or expectation, was something he needed.

I also love the fact that Legend went out of his way to ask Farore to go and get Fi for him when he went out on his other adventures. he didn't know he needed her, but when he did, he asked for her so he could be at his best. Legend is most complete with the Master Sword beside him. He's not fully himself without a sword (hence why every adventure after ALTTP almost always features him searching out a blade first thing) especially without HIS sword.

Fi is Sky's sword. The Sword that he completed. First forged her, but left her unfinished. Sky perfected her. But Legend took her at her weakest and strengthened her again. Sky may be her Master, but I like to think Legend is her boy. They've been together for so long. He's been without people for so much of his adventures, and knowing she can speak, that she has a soul, I image he speaks to her when he's lonely. We see him speak to her in LU, fondly calling her "old girl" with a sort of familiarity that's singular to him. He probably shared everything with her; his fears, his hopes, his insecurities. She's Sky's sword, but she's Legend's friend.

I've joked about it before, once even put it in a fic, but Fi is the only being Legend has consistently had in his life. The only one whose never left him, no matter what happens or where he goes. She's his guide, his help, his strength and assurance and the one thing he knows will never fail him.

Honestly, if you haven't noticed that Legend smiles more at the sword than at any one of the heroes, you're missing out. And it's such a beautiful smile too!

There's warmth, familiarity, recognition- so much in that smile.

Fi is important to Legend, and I like to think he's important to her too.

Anyways, this is all to say that I love how Legend is one of the only ones to hear the blade speak, and how it implies that he and she are connected in a way that Wild, that Flora, that so many heroes and princesses before and after have striven to be, and I think it's beautiful that it comes naturally to him. Legend deserves to have had at least one thing easy!

#lu legend #linked universe #linkeduniverse #asks and answers #also love that legend's sword glows too when sky's does #and just.... #i love them #i should write more about legend and fi #and i plan to! #they will get a fic for sicktember if it kills me #them and maybe sky #i don't know if i'll include him or not #but leg and fi need more love #especially while together #i adore them you guys you have no idea #i have many big feelings and i only just scratched the surface of them here

[twisted-lover-boys]

Hi again, I hope you've been doing well! And that life has been treating you fairly "

I was wondering if we could get diasomnia and/or possibly hearstlyblu ( if not either or is fine) with a male reader that's like March from star rail, (she's just my favorite ok, she's just so cute and funny and I love her 🤣)

Heartslabyul with a March 7th-like boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Y E S

MARCH 7TH MY DAUGHTER

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Riddle always knew that you were a strange man when he first met you, but he guesses that strangeness only led to his deep affection for you

He was happy that you loved to take photos of events that happened in your life. He always strives to make every unbirthday party or any Heartslabyul-related event photographic worthy just for you

He always loved how enthusiastic you were over the little things that happened. Every little achievement you reached or event you went to was always met with your positive energy

No matter what you decide to dress in, you always look so cute to Riddle. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing your school uniform or any event costume, you always look so adorable to him

Your powers have always amazed him. You have an unrivaled control over ice that many would be envious of, including him. You have always showed great control over them. Honestly it just makes you more handsome to him

Riddle knew that you remembered nothing of your past but that never stopped him from loving you. No matter what your past would bring up, he’d always love you as his boyfriend

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Ace has a habit of attracting strange people and you were no different…until he started developing a crush on you. Then badda-bing-badda-boom you were his boyfriend now

He fully supports your love for photography and often point out interesting or beautiful spots just so that you can picture them. Probably also gets you new film when you run out

He matches very well with your enthusiasm, especially if it’s something you both enjoy. Parties, pranks, events, anything so long as you’re both having fun

He will never admit this outright but that’s what I’m here for: he loves every single outfit you pull off. Any event outfit, your Halloween costume, or even anything casual, he is on his knees for you

I’ll be honest, Ace likes making hailstorms with you. He’s pretty good with his wind magic and with your unrivaled control over ice, you’re practically unstoppable. A recipe for disaster, if I may add

Ace doesn’t give two shits about your background or the fact that you don’t remember it. You’re his boyfriend here and now and nothing or no one from your past will change that

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Deuce honestly didn’t mind that others saw you as strange. If anything, it only added to his future attraction towards you. It didn’t surprise him when you became his boyfriend

He thinks that your love of photography is nice. It’s a nice hobby to have and loves seeing you get all giddy and happy when you take pictures of beautiful scenery or event

He could easily match your enthusiasm if he wanted to. He can get excited or determined over every little thing so long as you put in as much enthusiasm as him

Deuce is always on his knees for you and your wondrous power in looking cute in everything. He always wants to admire you and have any pictures of you in said outfits

He’s thought about many dangerous combos with his unique magic and your ice powers. Solely because he thinks putting your magic together will result in a full on blackout

Deuce knows that you don’t remember anything of your past but he doesn’t care. Something or someone may come back from your past but you can face it together, as partners

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Cater would use the word “unique” to describe you and even then, he doesn’t care because you’re just super sweet. Guess that’s why he ended up making you his boyfriend

You both share your love of photography. While he does it for his magicam, you do it for your own personal enjoyment. You both end up scouting photo-worthy spots or pick the best angle from events or parties

Somedays, it’s easy for Cater or match your enthusiasm and others…not so much. It just depends on the day. He could have the energy of a young Pomeranian and others he just wants to chill with you

You ever see that video game character who just takes pictures and says “fantastic”? That’s Cater when you wear anything cute. He’s always around with with a camera, snapping as many pictures of you in these cool outfits. Well, you look cute in anything anyway

He loves seeing you use your ice powers in combat but he also loves the more domestic and artistic uses they have. Making ice art that never melts, keeping things cold so they don’t spoil, and being a godsend in summer

He’s not super willing to admit that he’s afraid of your unknown backstory but that’s because he’s afraid that once you learn of your past again, you’ll leave him. Just reassure him that no matter what happens, you’ll always be with him

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Trey always felt like he had a habit of attracting strange friends, but that’s not to say he doesn’t mind. In fact, it probably played a hand in you becoming his boyfriend down the line

He honestly loves your love of photography because you manage to always make the most simplest of things and make them look absolutely beautiful

Trey honestly can’t keep up with your enthusiasm. You’re just too energetic for him! But he’d love to just sit on the sidelines and let you get all your excitement out

He doesn’t know how you do it, but you always manage to make the simplest of outfits look so adorable. Any provided school uniform, event costumes, literally anything. But hey, he’s not complaining

He both admires your ice powers and even wants to experiment with his own unique magic. Maybe you’d make some cool combos? But he also appreciates it for its recreational uses. He’s never had so many fresh tarts before

He knows that you don’t remember anything about your past and understands your fears with it, but he promises that no matter what ends up coming your way, you’d handle it together as a couple

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x male reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x male reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x male reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x male reader #trey clover #trey clover x male reader

[tsublue]

First house RULER/LORD in different houses ASTROLOGY

Picture credits: Me.

I’d recommend you to search up your house lords on Astro-Seek since your house lord is not always determined by the house that the house sign is ruler of or the ruling planet.

I also would love to read all of your comments and get to know what is your 1st house ruler!

FIRST HOUSE:

- Aries influence

(Tend to have sharp features or a specific feature that is really Aries rising looking.)

You have excellent health usually or most of the time which can also determine a long life span.

You are what you feel.

You most likely have a noticeable personality and rise a little from others.

It is going to be really hard hiding your emotions since people can tell and it’s obvious. But it’s not always a bad thing!!

You also most likely have a unique body type and structure and you should embrace that always and forever. Ur special in the best way and in many ways and it’s never something to be embarrassed about. People can even be jealous.

SECOND HOUSE:

- Taurus influence

(Tend to have a beautiful throat and neck.)

You most likely have a beautiful voice.

You probably strive towards higher education OR you did really well at the earlier years and started to give up or give less at school as you gotten older.

You can be a good public speaker in such things like school projects and ETC.

You have a gloomy look to you that is indescribable. People don’t usually notice it.

You most likely are comfortable expressing yourself freely.

THIRD HOUSE:

- Gemini influence

(Most likely have an oval head shape. Especially if your rising has strong and dominant features.)

This placement is good in the financial field as in a beneficial way.

You have a strong willpower and let almost nothing get in the way if you really want something. (As you should, work for it.)

You are brave and courageous in big and little things.

People tend to be a little jealous of you and you might even gain haters from it, but don’t let it affect you when they deadass basically want to be you.

FOURTH HOUSE:

- Cancer Influence

(You tend to have a soft and pleasant look to you. Reminds me of Fluttershy from My Little Pony and unique looking eyebrows.)

You have a pleasant and calm aura and you even might attract really awful people so please look out and have your eyes word on word EVERYWHERE.

You desire a stable and comfortable mental, physical and emotional life and mind. After you build it all up. There is almost nothing in the way of stopping you. Most people also might envy you and end friendships or try to suck your progress and growth out of you. if they were toxic and had not the most pleasant friendship / relationship.

You take relationships of any kind really seriously and need boundaries set.

FIFTH HOUSE:

- Leo influence

(Most likely have prominent/unique cheeks. Especially if your rising sign’s features are on the not so strong and dominant side.)

You most likely are interested in higher education.

You have or want to have a good relationship with your authority figures.

You also have strong morals.

You know the perfect way how to create a bond with people. Especially the ones who you’ve not know for long.

You also tend to have short temper and most likely won’t admit when they are wrong, but there is always room to expand and grow!:)

SIXTH HOUSE:

TRIGGER WARNING: Health issue & struggles.

- Virgo influence

(Beautiful chin.)

Their life might feel like a struggle since 6th house is the house of service and health which correlates to two of the most important aspects of one’s life.

However since these struggles are being faced you have quick decisiveness and good problem solving skills.

Their struggles can possibly even bring wealth, success and recognition if it’s done correctly.

Be aware of health issues. Whether it’s your own health or someone else’s.

But this doesn’t apply to everyone since other aspects and placements play a huge role in this.

SEVENTH HOUSE:

TRIGGER WARNING: Seggsual content.

- Libra influence

(Unique looks & features.)

This can indicate that the individual who may have many lovers throughout their lifetime.

The person has a strong desire in many things and especially in relationships and partnerships.

Their need and the way they come off might seem like something else and it’s misleading information about that person.

You have a beautiful nature.

You most likely like to spot the small details in many things which is special about you & you should embrace it!

EIGHT HOUSE:

TRIGGER WARNING: Trauma & seggsual content mention

- Scorpio influence

(Part-time sharp eyes or in a mix that’s unique. Especially if the ASC is on the weaker and less prominent features side.)

Usually your childhood wasn’t the greatest.

The 8th house rules over occult things which might be considered taboo from general society (dark matters), so the person could have seen things that were inappropriate for their age very early in their childhood.

The secrets of their family where most certainly hidden from you.

The vulnerability that was created from their exposure to occult things so early on in their life, these people are reserved and often ‘hidden’. Usually in a room full of people (Wether intentionally or not.)

NINTH HOUSE:

- Sagittarius influence

(Prominent smile.)

Since Jupiter is the ruler of 9th house the person has a lot of luck.

They have strong morals and can be a little devoted to their teachers and authority figures and possibly maybe even to their religion. (Other aspects and placements play a huge role in this too.) It also doesn’t apply if the person has a strong Aquarius or Pisces influence.

They have the possibility to become famous and gain respect out of it such as being politicians and so on.

TENTH HOUSE:

- Capricorn influence

(They have a dark look to them around the eyes and overall face area and fit dark makeup more and more as they age)

- Consider yourself lucky since I have this placement too.

This placement is an indicator of fame, wealth and success and it can bring them happiness if the other placements and aspects go along with it.

Their career will increase their reputation and will be an huge success.

The money they make will be enough to please their life pleasures.

If the person takes it very seriously and will go ALL out to achieve it then the luck and good outcome is on your side.

ELEVENTH HOUSE:

- Aquarius influence

(A bigger head & square or rectangle face.)

The person has a strong desire to friendships of any kind and a desire to succeed in life. Will they have the right tools and right mindset? Don’t know.

These people are able to make money out of almost anything.

If they use their creativity to come up with innovative ideas and how to make money they will receive their ambitions in life.

TWELFTH HOUSE:

- Pisces influence

(Round face if they have a rising with weaker/less prominent signature features.)

These people have a difficult start to their life.

They most likely had health issues from early childhood.

These people like to be hidden and not stand out in society.

They are attracted to questionable places such as jails, hospitals, the ‘unknown’ places such as forests and oceans since pisces is the sign of water.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

This took a LONG time.

Love, Tsunami

Please do not re-word, steal, repost anything from this post.

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[partyinthemysterymachine]

hello, everyone. this will be my first and only time i will be publicly addressing this. i am not answering questions about this, and for the first time ever, i am also disallowing anons.

first of all, i want to say that i've chosen to address this now out of my own volition. because i do not find it fair at all that i have felt that i could NOT address it at any point in order to maintain peace and harmony during, and in the wake of the event.

however, i feel that due to the nature of what happened, and the absolute damage that it has done to my mental health, that i must, in order to further my own recovery from it all, and as so no longer feel bullied into silence.

there will be no names mentioned. this is not a vaguepost. this is my formal statement for my own peace of mind and progressing on my path towards recovery.

if you know, you know; and if you don't, you don't.

so.

let's talk.

throughout this past year i have been the target of a smear campaign concerning GOOMT. it actually began late 2022, but escalated long into 2023.

what entailed was nothing short of bad faith reading and interpretation from someone whose skill in character analysis was something i'd admired. in fact, i had agreed many a time with how they'd interpreted characters and the world of Silent Hill. although my interaction with said person had historically been minimal, it had been civil, and i strived to be respectful of them.

i am unfortunately unsure of what caused this, or why it happened at all; and i do not think they know either. what i do know is that many upon many lies were told about what i write, and that it turned needlessly personal on many occasions. people were turned against me for one reason another, and i'm saddened to have seen this happen.

i stayed quiet during it all. i did what many people facing ruthless targeted harassment do, and pretended i didn't know in hopes of minimizing damage, and in hopes of responsible parties losing interest; but this did not happen. i was sent bad faith anons, i was subject to lies, and saw hypocrisy.

and i understood who they were and why they were here. they were looking for "gotcha's!" that didn't exist, digging for reasons to further vilify me.

worse, the bullying was praised. it was encouraged, and it was near-constant. a whole tag was created. the intent was to hurt and isolate me, and it did. it did hurt me, and it did make me feel isolated, and i withdrew quite a bit.

but i did not stop writing. it took longer for me to post, but i did not stop writing.

and moreover?

i REFUSE to stop writing.

i write a fanfic for a fandom i love. i am as how you see me and how i present myself. i'm enthusiastic and encouraging to others because that is genuinely how i feel. i LOVE to see others create. i LOVE to see the vast amount of interpretations, and silliness, and new OCs and pairings and OC/canon pairings, and i LOVE to see others thrive.

and i am in competition with exactly no one.

i did nothing wrong. i KNOW i did nothing wrong. i also know that those involved know that i did nothing wrong, and i did nothing to deserve the treatment i received, no matter how they try to justify it to themselves.

the behavior i faced, and how others reacted with encouragement and cheer is becoming too common and too normalized.

and it needs to stop.

i've been in therapy for the better part of my life. although i've been without a therapist since i've moved, i've finally found one to not only continue my lifelong recovery in other matters, but to help myself recover from what i faced this year.

i am extremely hurt. i know that this was the goal, and it has succeeded. if hearing this fills those involved with pride and glee, then something is wrong, because that should not elicit that reaction. i am extremely, deeply disappointed in those involved for this, and all the hypocrisy, and all the contradictions, and all the willful bad faith asks sent and posts made.

and i have done nothing wrong.

i do not hate anyone. i do not hate who started this, or even who engaged with them; and i never did.

it is okay if someone doesn't like what or how i write. in fact, i have made multiple posts about how i view my attitude towards my writing. one of the points i have made is that i encourage people who do not like what i write, to NOT read it.

there is a very old saying on fandom internet: Don't Like? Don't Read. now, this should be obvious, but the practice of hate-reading is an extremely unhealthy behavior that has, again, become unfortunately normalized in the recent handful of years.

unlearn hate-reading. you do not read to read anything you do not like. it, in many cases, can actually constitute as self-harm. and if you choose to do this, it is not the author's fault.

it is yours. and you need to take responsibility for your own actions.

there are people here who were needlessly cruel to me and who i feel do not feel a lick of remorse for what they've done. i hope some day that they can reflect with a clearer head and understand, and take some responsibility for their actions.

and i genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, with full raw sincerity, hope that they do get to heal; that they do learn and grow; that they UNlearn these toxic behaviors; are able to move away from people who exhibit them; find the courage and strength to stand up for themselves and/or others, to end the cycle; and that they understand that i do not hate them, and that i wish them full success in their future health and endeavors.

that said, i hope all involved will never forget the harm they have done. i hope they cringe. i hope it keeps them up at night, and i dearly hope they actually regret their actions, or at some point come to regret it.

i do not hate any one of them, and i won't. i never will.

and never will anyone involved ever be forgiven for it either.

most of all - and on a much lighter note - i want to say thank you to those who supported me during this time. your patience and reassurance has been a saving grace that words unfortunately cannot do justice. you are precious to me, and i love you all, and i hope that i can be just as strong and supportive to you in your times of need.

thank you too to all my readers, my followers, and my friends. i'm sorry to have been largely absent this past year, but this was the reason why. next year it will be better, not just for me, but for all of us. i promise. i love you all.

i also love me, my art, my writing as a whole, and myself. i am a tough cookie. i may have cried a lot, i may have gotten frustrated and angry, but i am human. i'm allowed to feel this way, and i will feel this way for a while as i heal, yet i refuse to be bitter; and i refuse to stop loving what i do.

because i love GOOMT. i love developing GOOMT, i love drawing for GOOMT, and i love writing GOOMT. i always will love GOOMT, no matter how many years more it takes for me to write it. so thank you to all who have read and enjoyed GOOMT, and have matched my enthusiasm for it and its future. i am so, SO blessed to have you here, and i am SO excited to spin my story.

and i am so, SO glad to be alive to be able to share my piece of this silly foggy world with you.

cheers, mates. i look forward to a new year, better health for me and all, and to what beautiful things we can create and share together.

i love you - and i promise that we will be okay.

for we are alive, and with wounds that WILL heal.

#ches writes

[kobb4ni2]

So I recently got into Godzilla Minus One and in the novelization Godzilla made a symbiotic relationship with the islanders where they would give him gifts and in return he gives them fish.

Now imagine that with Sea Serpent Reader where she travels island to island and they see her as a protector/goddess of the ocean and gives her gift (nothing to drastic like a sacrifice) and in return she gives them food and protection. Let's say the that island manages to piss of the world government to the point of a buster call or Imu is about to destroy their island. Newsflash! Reader arrives and saves them and shows them the strength of what an enrage Sea Serpent can do

[ GENERAL NEUTRAL READER]

STOOOP YOU'RE LITERALLY READING MY MIND AND ALSO THERES A NOVEL FOR GODZILLA FR 😭😭⁉️⁉️ this is genuinely my first time knowing that!!

OKAY OKAY I CAN SEE HOW THIS ASK GOES

Ever since Sea Serpent! Reader awoken from their deep slumber and just swimming island to island, helping marine life and bringing seafood stock up to smaller island, Sea Serpent! Reader is just exploring the world and stuff trying not to get noticed by the World Government.

One normal day you saw a small island that was newly destroyed, most of its town were burnt to crisp and the island was tilting to the ocean surrounding it. You quickly try to see what happened and you were relieved to see that their were still people but all of them were badly hurt and were slowly dying because of famine and their wounds, you quickly realized that this was a work of buster call, you quickly get to work, having a HUGE body came also with ridiculous strength, so you use your strength you tilted the island to its normal landscape making sure that it won't ever tilt again, but by causing so the survivor's of that island came out of their hiding spot and and saw the gigantic beast aka you come out the water to see your work, the survivor's were shocked and thought that you were there to end the last remaining of them but before they can throw more insults at you, they were greeted with your hand that opened to reveal a handful of fishes, and when you put it all down you went to your human form, you then came up to them to see that they were also badly injured and they didn't have much supplies. Since you've lived for a thousand or even millions of years and gathering knowledge, you slowly helped the villagers to be in shape, using your many years of knowledge of how to treat injured people and rebuilding the island again.

Slowly but surely the islanders saw you as a deity for how you help them during their worst, and for your endless kindness they keep on giving foods after your long voyage and they even built a shine for you and for the islanders to give their offerings to you. You tried your best to explain to them that you don't need the offerings after all they need it more then you but they truly insisted no matter how many times you visit to check up on them your shrine would be filled with many delicious foods that were still piping hot, and the islander would even throw festivals when you come and visit, all the island kids will jump on your tail and use it as a slide, you can't decline or say no to them and with that you gave to accept the offerings they gave you.

And when the World Government sniffed this out that the country they tried to destroy was infact now striving and being helped by a "Sea deity" they immediately called for another buster call on the island.

When your heard the calls of help of the island, you swam as fast as you could and as your entrance you crushed a NAVY ship with you huge tail, they shouldst really have enrage the Sea Serpent themselves now they have to pay the price of the innocent civilians they hurted before.

AA such a cool ask tbh! I can see that this is how the World Government took noticed on Sea Serpent! Reader!!

#ALSO HAVE YALL SEEN THE JJK LEAKS!!?? #UI UI COMING IN CLUTCH DAWG #FINALLY GOJO FANS CAN COPE BUT WITH A CHANCE THEIR MAN MIGHT COME BACK💀 #i dont proofread shit here :3 #yandere op #one piece #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere one piece x reader #Sea serpent! reader #gender nuetral reader #male reader #female reader

[eds6ngel]

another idea: reader going over to robin and vickie’s with steve for dinner one night, robin talks to reader about how good reader is for steve, little bonding moment with robin, and reader starts to feel deeper love, then fluff with steve and maybe a reciprocation of feelings? I think that’s it for now, but you don’t have to do any of them! thank you so much for writing the series, its soooo good and I can’t wait for any spin-offs!

hi my love!! i started off with this one as it goes in the order i'd like to tackle my asks in! i changed it up slightly (not too much), so i hope you enjoy!! ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. use of y/n. swearing. kissing. a lil bit of making out. allusions to sex. pet names. food mentions. r is mentioned as unlabeled (so you can assign the label according to your identity!!) r being an ally. fluff. comfort. love confessions!! [2.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

“Babe?” Steve asks you, currently attending to the dishes piled in the sink from your beautiful handmade soup the two of you had for lunch. Alena was currently staying with Jonathan and Nancy, having a sleepover with her friend Ashley, which meant you had the place to yourselves.

“Uh huh?” you reply, not tearing your eyes away from the very intriguing book about the psychology of the human mind.

“You’re accepting, right?”

The question draws you away from the paperback, looking behind you to where Steve was scrubbing away at a green bowl, placing it neatly on the drying rack. “Yeah, I would say I am. Why?” The question seemed out of the blue, almost unordinary for him. It’s not like you had an issue with said question, it was just the timing that was confusing.

“Just… I really hope she doesn’t kill me for this,” Steve mumbles to himself, just loud enough for you to catch the tail end of, “You know Robin, she’s uh… She’s a lesbian, had a girlfriend for nine years. That’s okay with you… right?”

You smile, “Of course it’s okay. It’s more than okay. People can love whoever they want to love.” You were very passionate about this topic. You hadn’t particularly labeled your own sexuality, but you were striving for the ones that didn’t fit into the heteronormative society to have as many rights as you did. You frankly thought it was stupid that they didn’t already, and that as long as relationships are consensual and healthy, anybody of age should be allowed to love and potentially have sex with whoever they wanted.

Steve sighs out, chuckling lightly, “Oh thank God. I was so scared for a second.”

“Babe, if I didn’t support gay people, I shouldn’t even be deserving of your time. Besides… I’ve been to a few protests in my life,” you smirk, quickly looking back down at your book to leave Steve standing there in shock.

“You’ve been to protests?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “College is a wild ride babe. You end up doing things you never thought you would ever do.”

“Huh… Anyway,” he shakes his running thoughts off, “I was asking because I was wondering if you’d like to go on a double date with them. You know, me and you, Robin and her girlfriend Vickie, that sort of thing?”

“Of course!” you happily agree, “When were you thinking?”

“Well, I’ll have to check with the girls, but since Alena isn’t back until tomorrow evening, I was thinking we could grab lunch somewhere tomorrow afternoon?”

“That sounds great babe! I’m totally down.”

He puts the final dish on the rack, walking up behind you and placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head, “Great, let me just give them a call, see if they’re down too.”

“There’s nothing good on this menu,” Robin whines, “You couldn’t have chosen a better restaurant, Steve?”

The four of you were squeezed into a booth of a small sandwich shop on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve had his hand on your thigh as he scanned through the menu to the right of you, Robin and Vickie sat opposite.

Steve scoffs, “Just because you’re an extremely fussy eater, Robin. Everyone else here seems to be fine with the menu. The menu’s good, isn’t it, babe?” His question holds a slight waver of uncertainty, his best friend making his insecurities come out.

You take a quick look up at Robin over the top of your menu, smirking away as you pretend to cringe, “Well…”

Steve’s eyes open wide as he thinks he made the biggest mistake of his life, you having to quickly put a reassuring hand on your shoulder to calm him down, “I’m only kidding babe, it’s wonderful.”

“Well, according to someone it isn’t,” he narrows his eyes at Robin, her sticking her tongue out at him. You and Vickie give each other a look, as if you were both mothers parenting your immature children.

The waiter soon comes, Robin ordering a plain chicken sandwich, as suspected, Steve a ham and cheese toastie, Vickie a cheese and salad sandwich, and you deciding on a pulled pork sandwich.

“So,” you begin to start the conversation back up, “I’ve heard the two of you have been together for nine years. That’s incredible!”

Vickie holds Robin’s hand in hers on top of the table, the other leaning against her cheek, “Yeah. Almost at the nine year anniversary. You know, it took Robin two years to ask me out. She had a crush on me since the start of ‘86, took her until the Spring of ‘88 to make a move. We were both just blubbering messes up until that point. She finally asked me out, we had our first date, and then the rest is history I suppose.”

“So, just like me and Steve,” you giggle, Steve squeezing your thigh as he smiles down at you, Robin noticing how in love her best friend looks. “Always the whole mutual pining game, huh?”

“Apparently so. After the earthquake happened here a decade ago, we had to help out at the school for anyone affected,” Vickie explains, “Well, Robin and I got put on making PB&J’s, and I got so rambly and nervous in her presence that I buttered both pieces of bread with peanut butter.”

“Yeah, I was sorting clothes, watching the two of you be all cutesy and shit from across the room.”

Robin lets her mouth hang open, “You were watching that day?”

Steve nods with a grin on his face, “Uh, yeah? My best friend talking to her crush who she wouldn’t shut up about for months? And the two of you laughing and getting along? Of course I was watching.”

Vickie sighs happily, “I’m trying to think of some questions to ask the two of you, but I think we know every detail of your relationship.”

Robin raises her eyebrows with a smirk next to her girlfriend, “Oh yeah. Every goddamn time we saw him. ‘She called me handsome.’ ‘She’s just so pretty.’ ‘What am I supposed to do?’ Over and over again. It was constant reassurance, trying to encourage him to ask you out.”

“Just to let you know though,” Vickie points at you, “We did not encourage him to kiss you and therefore lose your job. We take absolutely no responsibility in that.”

You brush her off with a wave of your hand, “I mean, it didn’t end up so bad in the end. I mean, no insult to Hawkins or anything—”

“Babe,” Steve interrupts you, “We’ve all grown up here. You can insult this place however you like.”

“I don’t like to be rude though honey, you know that!” you laugh as Steve presses a kiss to your cheek, Robin and Vickie giving each other a knowing look, “Okay, fine. Just to preface, I loved the kids I taught, okay? Nothing wrong on their part. Just… some of the teachers were extremely mean in the staff room, some parents were just absolutely awful and the place itself was just… I dunno, something felt off.”

“Yeah, because it’s a piece of shit,” Robin truthfully states, Vickie jabbing her lightly in the ribs, Robin letting out an “Ow!”

You giggle, “Yeah, it kind of is, I guess. At least in comparison to Ernie Pyle. I suppose parents take their kids education a lot more seriously there. The student population is mostly made up of ethnic minorities from disadvantaged backgrounds, so the parents want to give their kids what they never had growing up. Plus, I think it’s around 90% of the teachers already have at least three years of prior teaching experience. It’s one of the reasons they took me on actually.”

“Well, I’m glad you got your happy ending. Perfect relationship and a perfect job,” Vickie points out, “Seems like a total win.”

“Yeah,” you look up at Steve lovingly, “It was.”

You had all enjoyed your meals, no matter how adventurous your selections were. Before you all got ready to leave, Steve excused himself to the bathroom, Robin sipping the final bits of her strawberry milkshake. “I’ve never seen dingus so in love before. I imagine you must get fed up with how much he says it.”

But, that’s the thing: he’d never said it. You weren’t gonna critique him on that, you were happy to take things as slow as possible, but there was that lingering thought in the back of your mind that maybe he wasn’t as in love as you were. And you didn’t want to scare him off by saying those three words if he didn’t feel that confident in the relationship yet.

“Actually, he hasn’t said it yet…” you let out.

“What?”

“Are you kidding?”

The two girls sit there in shock as you shrug it off. “No, you have to be lying,” Robin says, “Dingus has been in love with you since… well, forever!“

“Yeah, my love’s not kidding,” Vickie adds on, “I’m pretty sure he told us after you two did the Christmas Fayre together.”

“Probably even alluded to it before that.” Robin looks you in the eye, “You do love him, don’t you?”

You nod, “Of course I love him, Robin! I just don’t want to say it, and then he doesn’t feel the same—“

“Y/N, I’m telling you,” Vickie interrupts you, “He is 100% definitely in love with you. I know that for a fact. We both do.”

Robin nods, making you lean back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Why won’t he say it then?”

“Y/N,” Robin starts, “The first girl Steve ever said ‘I love you’ to was Nancy Wheeler two weeks into their relationship, and they broke up a year later. The second was Alena’s mother who walked out when her daughter was a few months old, leaving Steve alone with a child to raise by himself. I think he’s just scared to say it in case you leave, since that’s all he knows.”

Vickie nods along, “But, if you say it first… I think that he might calm down a little. Realise that you are the one taking initiative.”

“Just say it…” Robin says softly, “What else have you got left to lose?”

But, you could have a lot to lose. What if he was just saying it to Robin and Vickie and doesn’t properly mean it? What if you tell him and he doesn’t reciprocate? You’d lose your whole relationship.

You have no time to think as Steve re-appears, reaching for his denim jacket the other side of you, “Right, we ready to go?”

Robin and Vickie smile at you, giving you a look as they begin to stand, collecting their belongings as the four of you head out the main entrance of the shop.

After bidding farewell to Robin and Vickie, Steve drove you back home, him having to clean the house for when Alena got home, and you having to prepare resources for your class tomorrow.

He pulls up to your apartment complex, leading you to the entrance as always, like the gentlemen he is.

You grab his hand, Steve noticing that it was slightly shaking wrapped around his, “Um… Steve? I just want to say something before you go.”

He simply stares back, you taking it as a sign to continue talking. You let out a breath. It was now or never.

“I understand that you’ve been wanting to take this entire thing slowly, and I get that. But, I just want to reassure you that I am in this for the long run. I love how you treat me, and care for me. I love the dates you take me on, they are so varied. I love how kind, and caring, and slightly stupid you can be sometimes. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I love you.”

You can audibly hear how his breath hitches in his throat, your brain instantly taking that as a mistake, “But, don’t feel as if you need to reciprocate or anything, because I don’t want to pressure you into doing that. I just needed to let it out—”

Your rambling is stopped by Steve’s lips crashing into yours. You can’t help but let the slight moan slip from your mouth as he deepens the kiss, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he cups your cheeks. Before the kiss can escalate, Steve pulls apart from you, leaning his forehead against yours as he whispers back, “I love you too,” a goofy smile gracing his features. “Shit, I was just so scared to say anything in case it made you leave, as that’s what usually happens whenever I say those words—”

It’s now your time to interrupt him with a giggle, “I know baby, Robin kind of told me everything.”

He shakes his head, “God, I hate her. Always revealing secrets about me.”

“Damn,” you huff, “Maybe I should hang out with her more, get more juicy details about you.”

He leans back, raising his eyebrows at you, “Absolutely not. I’ve revealed way too much of my life to her.”

You both laugh, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you too, Y/N L/N,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you once again. You melt into the kiss, Steve swiping his tongue across your lips, asking for permission to which you accept, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the lingering taste of his sandwich invading your senses. The two of you moan, you pulling back to catch your breath, realising the two of you were technically stood directly next to a busy road. “Amy’s out with her boyfriend today… So, I have the apartment to myself…”

Steve looks down at his watch, before turning his gaze back to you, smirking and seductively replying, “I think we have time.”

i hope you enjoyed!! i will get to the rest of your asks (and everybody else's) tomorrow and during the course of next week!! ♡

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[tarotwitchy]

Root Chakra Pick-a-Card

For this PAC, I want to start my longtime project of launching a general reading that has the themes of Chakra development. And since we're talking about the Root Chakra, also called Muladhara, this reading will be talking about your confidence, security, stability, earth energy, and strength.

Choose the picture that calls to you the most.

Pile 1 ➡️ 2

Pile 3 ➡️ 4

Pile 1

Ace of Swords • 10 of Pentacles • King of Swords • 4 of Swords

This pile is very straightforward with its message. In order for you to feel secure and safe in your life, you would need to fight for what you believe in, no matter how many people seem to be against it. Yes, there is a difference between fighting for your beliefs and being outright stubborn. But this pile isn't talking about stubbornness. It's giving the impression that a lot of people seem to knock down your ideas from the get-go. People have the tendency to nip your ideas in the bud, and this tends to affect you tremendously. You can only take so much rejection and disapproval from the people you thought had your back.

But in spite of that, you are called by the Universe — especially by your Highest Self — that you should always be at your corner even when no one else seems to be there any longer. As long as you know you're not hurting anyone and you're not committing something that will put you in harm's way, you have all the right reasons to believe in yourself and in your own voice. Part of developing our Root Chakra is creativity. So, be as creative in spearheading and executing your ideas to fruition as you can. You have the Ace of Swords with the King of Swords in this reading. Wield the sword of wisdom that you've always had inside you, and everything else will follow.

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Pile 2

7 of Pentacles • 3 of Pentacles • The Morning • 2 of Cups

For those of you who chose this pile, you may have been doing things in your life all by yourself most of the time. It could be your upbringing that conditioned you to think that you can only rely on yourself. But Pile 2, there is absolutely nothing wrong with collaborating with people! I can see a lot of people around you who have genuine intentions of helping you achieve that security you yearn for. Allowing people to help you whenever they can won't make you a weak person. On the contrary, it makes you a self-assured kind of person because it illustrates that your ego isn't so easily damaged by people lending their hand to you.

In addition, this reading is telling you that it's okay to let your guard down. Being able to connect with people is your key to success in securing your safety and stability. I know a lot of you are the type to want to strive all by yourselves. But the old adage proves wisely: "two pairs of hands are better than one." Moreover, the 2 of Cups is signifying that you may also find safety with a romantic partner. There is a high chance that being in a relationship will actually prove to be helpful for you, and that your partner will be the one to aid you through finding security in this life. It could mean that they're very protective of you, being the one to help you with financial matters, or even just being your rock and pillar when you need them to be.

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Pile 3

9 of Cups • The Night • 3 of Cups • The Tower

With this pile, I can see that generosity is what will bring you safety, stability, and security in this lifetime. By not being so tight-fisted about your resources, you can invite a positive energy into your life; thus, encouraging a string of good fortune and good karma. As long as you're choosing the right people to give assistance and resources to, you're bound to receive some sort of reward for your generous efforts in uplifting other people who need a helping hand from you. In addition, you would have gained alliances and connections with people in their most vulnerable state. I believe that people will remember the good deeds you have done to them, and it will come to your advantage in time.

Speaking of that, when you've given help towards the right kind of people, they will never forget it. I believe that people will remember the good deeds you have done to them, and it will come to your advantage in time. In return, you can rest assured that when the moment comes that you are the one in need of help and assistance, you will have a plethora of people to ask from, and you shall become a part of the cycle of a positive give-and-take. With that, you'll actually be more secure that you think because you have people to back you up instead of bearing your burden alone.

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Pile 4

The Hermit • 4 of Pentacles • Judgment • The Tower

Wow, out of all the piles, this one is the most blatant in its message, and the opposite of Pile 3. If you've chosen this pile, you need to be wise and frugal with your resources. You cannot be loose with your money, time, efforts, and energy if you want to be safe and secure in this lifetime. I can see how many people prowl around you, ready to take advantage of your kindness and good-hearted nature. You need to wisen up, Pile 4! Not everyone has good intentions for you, and there are people waiting to see you fall and fail so they can pick up the pieces for themselves instead of helping you.

To aid you in this matter, you need to choose your circles very prudently. You cannot afford to be in bad company as it is a waste of time, energy, and they might just take what they can from you in the name of "friendship." Do not be flashy with your wealth or earnings because people can smell that like blood in a pool full of sharks. Avoid distributing your resources to people unless you know they will absolutely pay you back. Just keep on hustling quietly, keep your head down, and make sure that you're mingling with the right crowds.

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[icyminghao]

2023 with icyminghao!

to start off, to say i’m massively grateful would be an understatement. i honestly didn’t expect to start writing again after quitting like 5 years ago 💀 and just decided to write for boynextdoor on a whim bc they haven’t debuted yet and would probably need some writers on the blr 😎

i was really excited to try out writing again having been a ghost reader for so long HELP (i’m not proud) and fate just led me back to my ult seventeen!

when i wrote, i just wanted to get my work out there and published on the cloud, and the reception and friends i made along the way were certainly not on my bingo card but a welcome surprise nonetheless. i’m really, really grateful that people like reading my work and i’m sorry that i can’t push out fics regularly! i write on random spurts of inspiration and i have so many wips rn PLS i’ll do my best to publish them all soon!!!

and now to the friends i made along the way! i may not have been talking to y’all much lately but i’m still so grateful to have met each and everyone of you in my writing journey, y’all have been some of the sweetest, funniest, and most genuine people i have met ever and i love all of you guys:

zanna @slytherinshua my first friend on the blr!! so so in awe at how you’re in so many fandoms like it’s genuinely mind blowing to me (in a good way!) and i also like some of hoppipolla’s music and you’re the first person i’ve seen to like them too!! but anyways you’ve been so so sweet and kind and i love how you always strive to interact with everyone (hence the movie night and trying to accommodate to everyone’s schedules was so sweet btw)!! i hope 2024 treats you so well and i love you so much

yena @fairyhaos my butterfly :( you are genuinely the sweetest and cutest person i’ve ever met like i always have a smile on my face when i talk to you!! there is really never a dull moment in our conversations bc you’re just so so genuine and kind!!! i love your works too even though i may not have been interacting much (i try my best!!!) and i hope 2024 treats you well!! all the best for your upcoming exams too :)

skye @etherealyoungk skye!!! omg i always love talking to you :) you always feel like the older sister i never had and everytime i talk to you i just feel so warm all around like you’re just so sweet and kind and i hate how you’re always swarmed with exams but i know you’ll always just ace it anyway like the star student you are 😎 anyway if its possible i really hope 2024 brings you less academic stress and more fun!!!!!! i’m always rooting for you skye i love you sm :(

axe @blue-jisungs axie my honey pumpkin cupcake with buttercream frosting and 2 marshmallows and a cherry on top i love you sm :( you’re so so sweet and funny and i always love interacting with you and reading all the silly nicknames we come up with for each other i love you sm!! i hope 2024 will be the best year for you yet and it’ll only go up from here :) college is going to be so great for you too you’re gonna have so much fun!!!! and ace all your exams bc you’re just that smart 😎😎 love you!!

jada @kyeomyun jada :( i always love talking with you bc we always use all caps and it’s just so funny to me HELP but anyways you haven’t been active much and i hope life has been good to you and will be better in 2024 bc you deserve it sm!! i miss you sm and you’re literally so sweet and kind and i hope we get to talk more in 2024!

hana @wqnwoos quite literally my favourite writer i can’t believe i’m actually friends with you!! so starstruck HAHA but aaaa hana i love you sm your works literally bring light to my day like how do you write like that. and you’re so nice too like fr a whole package!! i hope 2024 brings you nothing but joy bc you really deserve it hehe

mellow @haowrld my fellow 8star!! i love you sm and i’m so sad we haven’t been able to talk lately (100% my fault i am absolutely horrible at replying) but you’re such a fun person to talk to and i hope 2024 will be a great year for you!!

rania @wheeboo rania!! i love your writing sm and you’re so so sweet too and quite literally the queen of reaction stickers i still love them so much HAHAHA we haven’t been able to talk much lately but i still love you with my whole heart and hope that 2024 is the best year for you!!

jem @pepperonidk jem!! i loved our conversations on movies and camp with the kids and i hope you’re having the time of your life in korea :) you’re so so kind and sweet and i always love talking with you, it really never fails to bring a smile to my face hehe i hope 2024 brings you all the joy!!

sky @weird-bookworm sky! omg i really need to get better at replying bc i love talking with you and would really really love to get closer AAA but you’ve been so sweet to me and i’m really grateful to have met you :( you’re always encouraging me to continue writing and i’m really thankful and i hope 2024 is your best year yet!

and to my other moots @woozvc @mirxzii @jeonride @trblsvt @hannyoontify @frenshushutoast @haecien @rubywonu we haven’t been able to interact much but i love you all sm nonetheless!! i’ll be interacting with you all much more in 2024 so be ready hehe 🤭🤭

and to my followers!!! i love you all sm and i’m so grateful that y’all like my work like genuinely ☹️☹️ i don’t deserve y’all!! i always love looking at your reblogs and it motivates me to continue writing!! and to the ghost readers (i’ve been there 💀) i appreciate y’all too hehe i’ll try my best to publish more quality work this 2024 that i hope y’all would like!!!! thank you sm 🩷

to 2024 😋

ps also wna thank some of my favourite writers out there i love your work sm literally my comfort: @leejungchans @wooahaes @thepixelelf @viastro @toruro @lovelyhan @97-liners @wqnwoos (😚) @wonwoonlight @twogyuu

#i love y’all #ICY THINKS OUT LOUD

[focsle]

Sometimes whalemen (and whaling wives) have a ‘reader’ in mind when they’re writing in their journals.

For fellows like Albert Peck or William Abbe, they’re very much writing in the vein of sea yarns, filling their journals with tables of contents or headers to reference later (that makes my life easier too, thanks lads!). There’s a prose quality to it, as well as lengthy explanations about the industry and the life for those unfamiliar with it. Albert Peck opens his journal with a preface followed by a table of contents:

“Kind Reader, If you can have the patience to embark with me I will give you a plain straightforward account of my experience as a sailor, and you can depend upon every incident as being true, excepting names. But perhaps some may read this who were my companions in my voyaging, and if so they will readily recognize the different characters; and if I can interest an idle hour for you, Reader, my purpose will be accomplished.”

Abbe also shares his journals with his shipmates:

“Been reading from my journal to the members of my watch—who to my delight approve it — + Johnny the boatsteerer said he could keep awake all night listening to me + Curly tells me to have it printed when I get home […] We are constantly abusing each other in fun — but nothing gives him so much pleasure as to know that I write about him in my journal. […] Johnny can’t read or write, but he says he means to overhaul my journal someday + get someone to read to him all I have written about him. I read it to him and he understands with a grin of delight.”

Some like William Buel are writing with the notion that they may have a reader of their journal, but it’s written as a private journal rather than a ‘narrative’, that might perhaps be stumbled across by someone else or shared with land lubber friends who might be interested when back ashore. There isn’t a person in mind, nor a sense of wide distribution, but they are thinking of a reader regardless. William, before departing to attend to his laundry that he was procrastinating on, writes:

“With the permission of the reader if I am so fortunate as to have one I will once more haul taut and belay,”

He also apologizes to his hypothetical reader for long spans in which there are no entries (mostly cos the weather’s bad and he’s too busy being wet and cold and tired).

“This digression was rendered necessary in order that the writer of this nondescript log or journal might show cause as the lawyers say of delaying his entries herein for so many days. If the reader will pardon the omission he will strive to do better in the future.”

Silliman Ives also has a general reader, winking at them in his personal entries.

“Between you, and I, and the mainmast, I am disgusted and disappointed.” As well as a particular amusing comment of his (to me), “So you see there isn’t much chance of getting sentiment out of a sailor, as you will readily admit after inspecting a mariner’s logbook.”

Wrong Mr. Ives! It’s my mission in life to find the sentiment, and find it I do, constantly! As someone who works in public history and is always hunting for the humanity of ordinary people from the past, I very much empathize with this sort of hypothetical-gen-reader fellow. I too leave little asides in my private journals to some future hand that might lay upon them (‘If anyone is reading this I swear I’m not a miserable person—I’m just only good at writing in journals when I’m bothered by something’).

Others are writing for the benefit of their friends, such as Mary Brewster, who felt she had to justify her decision to join her husband on his ship.

“I have thought best to keep some account of the time as it passes and should I live to return my friends can see what I have been doing, where we have been, and perhaps by reading this form some correct ideas as regards my feelings whilst absent.”

For J.E. Haviland, the reader he has in mind as he documents his life aboard is his mom, of whom he seems very fond and thinks of often while at sea.

“You cannot imagine my Dear Mother how highly we prize a few hours rest + sleep at such times as these…You would not have known your own son if you could have seen him yesterday. I was nearly black with smoke + dirt. ”

On the other hand, there are some men like Marshall Keith who explicitly forbid a reader opening their journal, especially when it comes to the list of dreams he had while on the voyage.

“All persons are forbid opening this book as there is nothing in it that concerns them in the least.”

I felt a moment of hesitation after reading this message, but the 160-year-old dream diary of a whaler was too historically interesting to me to heed him (though out of respect for him I didn’t transcribe or publish those dreams)

Others initially had no reader at all, keeping a journal simply to mark the time. But for one man, Benjamin Bourne, his reader ended up being himself. 40 years after the voyage, as an old man with only a few years left in his life, he went through the log and annotated it with his current feelings.

“At the date above I think I was not happy but now would give all to be back in mid ocean. Sept 22 1898.” “Jan 29th, 1899 I thought I was having a hard time 40 years ago but it was the best of my life.”

Throughout the book he scrawled an entreaty to his descendants, who he also considered his readers. The front page of his journal had three opening messages:

“Be sure and keep this book in the family, it was a great interest to the writer. BH Borne. Keep this book for the present owners’ sake. BH Borne. Please keep this book in the family of BH Borne and never give it up.”

I wasn’t the intended Reader for these people. I wasn’t a friend of Mary’s or a family member of Haviland’s. I’m not a descendent of Benjamin’s and I don’t know how he’d feel knowing his journal is in an archive rather than within his family. I don’t know how Marshall would feel about me reading his dreams when he wrote that they didn’t concern anyone but himself. Few of them, if any, would have expected anyone to come into contact with their battered old journal nearly 2 centuries later. But still, I always feel something fond when they step back to address someone beyond themselves—It makes an immediate line from my life to theirs, all through the word ‘reader’.

#awhalin #long post // #i need to work on comms now I was gettin sentimental over my coffee while reading haviland’s stuff

[teratophilia]

Hazbin Hotel features a set of characters that could be handled as representations of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. However, the first one I want to cover is the one I personally see as the most visibly narcissistic of them all, and it is Vox.

My analysis comes from personalized experience of someone who has NPD, I don't have any interest in purely relying on shallow clinical criteria. Guessing characters' mental state has nothing to do with proper diagnosing of real life people, so do your homework if you suspect NPD in yourself.

His most obvious trait is that Vox craves attention.

Not only is he a TV star, which automatically places him in the position of someone in power, but he is also quite popular. From S1xE2 we see that he is gloating once he's placed in the center of attention. He navigates the social field easily, always knows what to say and how to perform.

While not every narcissist is going to have a good grip of social skills as we come in many configurations and some of us might have co-occurring conditions that limit our social skills, performativeness is a big aspect of NPD. For different reasons, many of those being due to personal traumas, we are often set on performing in public.

In Vox, we see this performativity pretty much constantly, but mostly when he's about to talk to Valentino and when he's talking to the press.

Craving attention and being good at social presentation, of course, are parts of NPD-coding but not the whole. When Vox talks to others, we get a glimpse of his manipulative side. He very clearly knows what other people want and how to pull their strings: he's a TV host, after all!

However, hypnotizing your audience is one thing. Slowly manipulating Valentino is, however, another. Whether it's because he's with Val or not, but it's rather easy for Vox to find his weak spots and push until even a character as manipulative as Valentino gives in and does as told.

Not every narcissist is a skilled manipulator. However, some of us possess an abiltiy to read other people's emotions and moods rather well, usually due to severe trauma. Vox seems to always know what others want to hear from him, and that allows him to have his reputation remain flawless: "Our brand is perfection."

Not only does Vox strive to be perfect in his own definition of the word, but he also seems to have an eye for potential in others. During their meeting about Alastor's return from his 7-year-long "vacation", it's Vox who proposes the idea to have an infiltrating agent at the Hotel; he is also the one who knows the candidate.

Now, this is something only some narcissists including myself do: some of us are capable of "sorting" people out into different categories based on our subjective views on their "importance". Some people fall into a category of our equals, for Vox it's clearly Velvette and Valentino. Some individuals end up being seen as inferior, which Pentious is to Vox, and some are seen as the desirable - or loathed - superior.

Depending on where the person falls in a narcissist's hierarchy, they can be seen as someone who is deeply cared for (pwNPD can have Favorite People), loathed on sight, or exists as white noise: having no influence on a narcissist's life whatsoever.

It's hard to tell whether Vox sees Alastor as someone above him or, on the contrary, someone below him trying to get ahead of him, but their rivalry is rather on the nose. Whether secret admiration or not, but Vox feels a lot when it comes down to Alastor, and it is demonstrated through his targeted, very pointed competitiveness.

Many narcissists are competitive: sometimes out of a genuine belief in our perfection, sometimes out of deeply rooted insecurity and fear of falling behind. In Vox's case, it seems like he worked hard (in his perception) to get where he is. He built himself an empire, spent time changing the rules of the game. Alastor's quick, almost effortless return to high position of control after years of absence seems to deeply disturb him. Alastor's comment on Vox's popularity being there only because of Velvette and Valentino seems to sting him a lot. Now, it is true that TV is not needed unless it offers content provided by other people. Unlike Alastor, Vox isn't a sole performer in his field.

With that being said, I will make a big assumption and state that Vox might have an insecurity regarding his standing and what helps him hold up the high position he acquired.

The depth of his hatred for his rival, his noticeable presence in the social sphere, his possible insecurity in his position that he covers up with perfectionism and excessive drive for public admiration, his ability to read people's emotions and behaviors - all of these things are the reasons why I consider Vox the most visibly narcissistic character in the series.

Something that I like about NPD!Vox is that he has a circle of people who like him outside of just public attention. Velvette and Valentino seem to have a lot of genuine moments with him, and that's very comforting to see as narcissistic characters often tend to get demonized.

While still antagonistic, Vox seems to have shades to himself. We don't see him actively participate in excessive violence like some other overlords, and he overall seems to stick to his line of work. Whether or not he is about to remain one of the morally grey characters in the show, or if he's about to go through an arc that shows more of his caring side is still unclear. At the end of the day, he is still a character either hated or deeply admired.

#𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖: 📡 #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel meta #hazbin hotel vox #character analysis #characters with npd #npd #narcissistic personality disorder

[bokettochild]

Demon In A Bottle

Took me bloody well forever, but I'm off work now, so here we go!

Febuwhump: Day 1 - Helplessness

Word Count: 5,395

Summary: In the wake of a battle with a demon, one that's abilities allow it to dredge up old miseries, Sky must hunt down their straying captain to try and stop him drowning said old miseries in whiskey.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcoholism and Substance Abuse

notes: quite frankly, the theme of this fic is in no ways lighthearted, but while the title jumped out at me from the story, I find it also makes me laugh. I can’t help thinking of the tweetle-beetle-bottle-puddle-paddle-battle-muddle from Fox in Socks and I don’t know if I hate myself for it or am just glad I can giggle about something related to this story! 

  If there’s one thing heroes are supposed to be able to do, it’s save people. By definition, a hero is someone who helps others, but in meeting the rest of their chain of heroes, Sky has since learned that the title of hero means something else too. 

  The Hero is a man or child clad in green who appears when Hyrule is in danger to fight away monsters and evil and restore peace to the kingdom. The fashion in which they do so differs of course, as he’s slowly learning, but the fact remains that a hero still has a duty to his people and his country, and while it’s not always something thrust upon them, each one of his brothers bears that burden. Some of them let it drag them down, the weight of the world on their shoulders an inescapable duty, others shoulder it as a life purpose, a defining role, something that they’ve built their whole being around, and others, like Wind, regard it as a natural course of action. 

  It’s strange, learning that the title is so commonly used, that so many men and boys have borne it since it was given to him what feels like ages ago. In a way, it’s nice knowing that there are others, that there are people like him who understand things, yet in the same breath, they’re all so different, and with such varying experiences that really, in the long run, they’re as different as night and day sometimes. 

  As if to prove it, Legend’s blatant lack of trust in knights clashes with the fact that so many of them bear the honor of knighthood with pride. Warriors is a polished, well-spoken soldier, trained in the ways of combat, and Twilight is a ranch hand hailing from the country village of Ordon, brash in many ways that clash with the captain. Time is quiet, distant at times, and Wind is warm, welcoming and an ever-present ray of sunshine at their sides. Where Hyrule is unpolished and unassuming, the majority of their group stand out in a crowd. Wild can cook. Truly, there is such variety among their number that it’s a wonder they can all be classified by the same singular word: a hero. 

  But just because the title is there, doesn’t always mean it always feels like it fits. 

  Sure, Legend’s whole being is built around his life as a hero. They're not sure how long he’s been doing it, but they don’t call the young man “veteran” for nothing. It’s clear he owns his title without shame, living out each day in the effort of following the destiny given to him. Sure, Wild has taken to heart the burden bestowed on him, striving to be the best he can be and own the title. Sure, Wind accepts it like it’s just another truth about himself, just the same as his golden hair and ocean blue eyes. Yes, the old man seems to characterize what any child might think of when asked to describe a hero. But Sky is not Legend or Wind or Wild or Time or any of the other heroes. They are of the same spirit, and some of them apparently share blood (why had Twilight and Time told no one?) but they are each their own separate selves, each with his own life and person, and unlike them, Sky feels the weight of their shared title acutely. 

  It was his duty to save Zelda. The weight of the future was on his shoulders. His duty was protecting the people of Hylia and restoring peace and safety to the surface. His whole world expanded in one day from a smattering of islands high above the clouds to a whole huge land full of people and animals and duty. 

  Duty. What a heavy word. 

  It follows him. Even with the sword now silent, Fi having gone to rest with the assurance that he has accomplished what he must and no longer requires her aid and guidance (even though he does, he still does, please, Fi, some advice would be great from time to time) his mission isn’t over. No, because now that he’s defeated the god of evil, now that Zelda is safe, now that Impa is dead, he is the one Hylian out of all of them who knows enough about the surface to guide the other in surviving there. Yet, in the same breath, he’s still the youngster who barely graduated Academy, never mind being properly knighted. He’s still young enough that the elders sometimes doubt him, but experienced enough that they know not to treat him like a child. He’s ‘too young’ to understand the Knights of Skyloft, but has seen more of the world than they ever have. 

  It’s strange, being caught in such an imbalance. People expect so much and yet so little of him. They want him to know what’s happening but doubt that he does. They ask for advice but question anything he gives them.  

  It’s exhausting. He knows Zelda used to tease him before, but the nickname “sleepy-head” never felt so accurate. 

  At least with the chain though, he doesn’t need to worry about it. Call him selfish, but there’s a certain kind of relief that comes from allowing someone else to take the lead, knowing that everyone else understands the world around him better and knows what to do. He doesn’t need to babysit them around new species or warn them about dangerous conditions or fauna. He doesn’t need to even be on guard, instead free to drift along at the center of the group, knowing that Twilight’s sharp ears and Legend’s acute sense of danger will provide ample warning if anything does come upon them. 

  He’s free to sleep for the first time in what feels like forever, without someone busting through his tent in a panic because they heard keese for the first time or realized that rain existed. In fact, he’s allowed to even sleep in sometimes, no plans or defenses or responsibilities waiting for him when he wakes up, just simple easy to follow orders of get up, get ready, walk, fight, and make camp. 

  Call him crazy, this adventure has been almost a vacation if it wasn’t for the fact that Twilight almost died on them a month ago! Or then again, there’s been a lot that happened since then, but even with that in mind, at least he’s not the sole one responsible for the safety, care and guidance of his fellow heroes. More often than not, actually, they’re the ones looking out for him. Honestly, he doesn’t know how he’ll thank Legend for teaching him about the poisons on the surface, or Wild for letting him peek at the champion’s slate to read what he can about monster types, weaknesses and whatnot. The other heroes have this and that to add, of course, but those two have been the most helpful, seeking him out in order to show him things first hand when they can, so that while Wild and Hyrule often go to muck about, he and Legend find their free time typically spent with the veteran teaching him everything he knows about the surface world, survival, and even matters beyond that; matters beyond being a hero and more about just being. It's nice learning things for the sake of learning, not for the sake of staying alive, and Legend talks with a similar cadence and manner to Fi when he’s caught up in expounding on this point or that, uninterrupted because Sky very much appreciates both the effort and the guidance. 

  For all Legend has to share with him though, the vet isn’t exactly someone he can turn to when it comes to problems with people. Honestly, sometimes it feels like he returns the kindness shown to him by the younger hero by covering Legend’s ass when it comes to social interactions, at least among their group. The vet’s left a terrible first impression on most of them, and since it seems everyone else is equally bad as he is when it comes to communication, there’s still many in their group under the impression that their vet is a total asshole. 

  So yeah, Legend is not the best person to ask for help when it comes to people issues. Time either. Time and he aren’t close by any exaggeration of the word, and while the older man is willing to offer advice here and there, Sky’s not certain he feels comfortable seeking it out. Typically speaking, he’s found that Warriors is the best person to ask about these sorts of things, being as he is a man and not a child and possesses the social skill necessary to address this sort of thing, only.... 

  Only, it’s terribly hard to ask someone for advice on how to handle their own stupidity. 

  He is not blind. Okay, well, maybe, and to some things, but missing Time and Twilight’s relationship is likely more a matter of him not being close enough to either to really put much stock in their interactions. Their leader’s fondness for one of their number wasn’t too shocking considering how attached he himself has become to all of them in such a short time. He'd just assumed that Time moved slower and had begun to warm up to them one at a time, starting with the rancher and moving on to the sailor. He'd thought they’d all follow in time, not that Time just ultimately had favorites. 

  Despite missing that though, he’s not entirely incompetent. He sees his brothers, and much as they might have all assumed he was simply the tired, quiet one, just because he doesn’t speak up doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention. No, he sees what happens in camp. He sees Legend’s tentative bids for connection, Wild’s withdrawn attitude that hides behind the smile and the laughter. He sees Wind’s worry and Time’s stress. He knows Twilight is wrung out and confused after his secret was exposed and the rest of them have had to accept the fact that their silent, furry companion was, in fact, one of their brothers.  

  He knows that there’s a breach of trust there, or at least a perceived one. Those who didn’t regard the beast as a threat have often sought the company of their wolf companion in order to express troubles or thoughts that they didn’t wish to share with anyone else, including the rancher himself. Not knowing, they’d told him things, thinking he was just an animal and incapable of sharing them, told him things they didn’t want Twilight to know, things they thought or felt. Now, knowing that Twilight is privy to so many of their secrets, it’s perhaps natural that their barriers have been thrown up, their brothers guarded and wary of what he’ll do with the forbidden knowledge he possesses. 

   He knows it hurts the man, but he understands. He’d never shared his own feelings with their wolf companion, but if Crimson were to one day take hylian form, he’s sure he’d be at least the slightest bit worried about it, maybe even betrayed. Not knowing a dear companion could speak if they so wanted, could be like yourself, would be hurtful. To know they didn’t trust you when you poured out your heart to them... 

  Yes, he understands. 

  Unfortunately, that also means that Twilight is, very much, also not in the category of people who he can come to about things that are worrying him. Sadly, it seems none of them are. He’d never dream of asking the younger ones; Wind is a child and should not be burdened with such things, Hyrule is still struggling to make his own connections, Wild may or may not understand and most definitely has enough on his plate already, Legend is Legend, and he’s never been very close with Four. 

  Which leaves Warriors, who is, again, the course of his frustration. 

  Because, unfortunately, despite being a hero, and despite killing an actual god, Sky finds himself helpless to face a mere vice, a common demon that seems to have taken hold of one of his brothers. 

  It started simple. A night after a tough battle, one where he couldn’t sleep and had wandered downstairs from the inn-room he’d shared with a few of the others, a room where Wind was being kept awake for the sake of his earlier concussion from a battle. Stress was high across the whole group, and he’d needed the space so it was natural that he’d wandered downstairs, hoping to sneak outside and catch some fresh air like he used to on Skyloft. 

  Like on Skyloft, the awful visions that woke him up that night were also cause for his slipping from bed. 

  His intention had been to step out, to catch the breeze on his face and maybe watch the stars for a bit. Legend often says that the stars hold comfort and assurance, and while he doesn’t know nearly as much about them, or the stories and figures the vet can pick out from the heavens, he does know that cloudless nights remind him of home, and bright lights twinkling above had quickly become the only familiar thing between every place he’s gone. 

   Maybe that’s why Legend likes them so much; they’re an unchanging constant no matter where you go. 

  At any rate, he’d needed the space. He hadn’t expected to find any of the others up as well though, much less the captain. In the end, he never made it outside, instead sitting up and talking with the other. 

  He’d thought little of the nearly empty bottle of whiskey at the man’s side, too busy with his own thoughts and worries. 

  He’d thought nothing of it either when, after a terrible battle that nearly saw the loss of the traveler and ended with a passed-out Legend and a very bloody Four, he’d found the captain up stewing quietly over ill thought-out plans and reckless behaviors. The off-handed “I need a drink” had been something to just smile and shake his head at. 

  But then he’d begun to catch on. Rough battles, difficult nights, sleeplessness from worry, from pain and in his own case; from visions. It had resulted in many a night spent up in each other’s company. More worrying still was the constant presence of a little silver flask, held tight in fainty trembling hands as dulled blue eyes would linger over their younger ones. 

  He’d thought it strange, but it was Wind’s worried “has the captain been drinking again?” that really caught him by the ears and shook him. He’d thought it a passive thing, hadn’t paid it much attention because there was no true way to know what was in that little flask (Legend has one too, but it’s got some kind of sweet, spicey juice in it). The sailor asking about it though had changed that. It had revealed that, no, it wasn’t simply a passing thing and was very much a longstanding issue. It was not at all what he was hoping to find out. More so, the youngest can’t even say anything about it, because the captain knowing that his former charge is aware of the vice apparently would have some very, very bad results. 

  So, Wind can’t say anything without potentially making it worse. None of the others know or have seen it enough to realize the weight of the issue, and he’s left the only one who not only knows and witnesses it but has nothing he can do about it. 

  Long nights, dark eyes and pain, so, so much pain in the captain’s face and voice have left him stumbling. The quiet admission of how their elegant captain’s own stepfather was a miserable drunk isn’t any help either, although that conversation had rather quickly turned from him trying to bring up the issue and into the both of them commiserating on the lack of decent father figures in the world. 

  From there. It just... keeps happening. 

  He’s watching, trying to say something and so, so easily letting pretty words and prettier eyes distract him into talking about something else. Quite frankly, it would be terrifying if it wasn’t so impressive how the captain manages to dodge his every quiet attempt by redirecting him onto something else, turning the matter around or simply accepting his concern with a smile and an easy, gentle, so very believable dismissal. Yet, he sees the results. He sees the stress and the tension. He sees the misery that before had hidden so prettily behind a polished mask, but which now spills from time to time into a slippery mess before him, catching him in its mire and leaving him floundering, breathless, and scared. 

  He’s the hero, the one meant to save those around him from trouble, but he’s failing a battle with a bottle that’s he’s not even touching. 

  Watching the result of that failure, the downward spiral, it hurts. It hurts more than blades or arrows or even poison. In a way, it is a sort of poison; a slow working thing that, while he never touched it, has infected not only his own life but those around them. 

 As chaos sows itself across the kingdom, poison spreads within their own number. The attention of their brothers, and indeed, most of his own, is fixed on the protection of their home, on defeating the newly risen foe, on ending things so that their lives can return in some small manner to a semblance of normalcy. And somehow, he lets his worries fall to the background, let’s his mind turn to the struggles spawning up around him with the others, with himself, with things that are ever so much more prominent than a little silver flask. Even the yelling match that sprung up between the vet and druken captain hadn’t refocused him, his attention more fixed on other things in the aftermath; Legend’s behavior, his own aggression when shouting at the captain to just cease and desist with beating the dead horse before he’d marched off after the vet.  

  Fighting and travel have kept him busy since, but failure is as sure a trigger as anything, or so he’s learned. Even now, he watches as the others retreat to lick their wounds, to hide away in their inn rooms, silent and mournful, blood still staining their clothes. He’s sore himself, tired, weary, too worn from the events of things over the last couple of months to actually want more than to lay down himself and sleep, but he doesn’t. 

  No, because when the rest of them go to hide at the inn, the captain goes off alone, a cold, dangerous, dark look in that drawn and tired face, and worry gnawing at the skyloftian’s own heart will not allow for him to even entertain thoughts of sleep, not when he’s learned to know what that look means. He lingers only as long as he must to ensure all the rest are settled, safe and stable, before darting back out onto the streets. 

  Watching is hard. Seeking is harder. 

There’s an awful sort of feeling that comes over him at the realization that the nearest bar is mostly the new location of his straying brother but finding it in the dark is nearly as difficult as dragging himself towards it, knowing full well what he’ll find inside. He does though, he does because he has to and because it’s the right thing to do. He does it because it’s what a hero would do.  

Heroes save people when they’re drawn into danger, and the devil in the bottle is slowly urging his beloved brother and friend in. A steady hiss or whisper or however it’s call manifests for the captain, and one that, if he doesn’t make it in time, he won’t be able to stop from taking hold. 

He can whisper a begrudging thanks to the heavens that Warriors is a gentle drunk most of the time. 

- 

The bar-room's floor is shockingly clean when he enters, considering it’s a farming town they’ve stopped to stay in at Time’s suggestion. Faint, dusty footprints from one or two people scuff in and out, but he can see where thick ash and dirt have clumped and marched across the floor, and following the trail is the easiest thing he’s done today after fighting a far larger, far more terrifying demon. 

In his mind, Sky steels himself; if he can fight Demise and come out alive, he can face up to the captain about this most worrisome coping technique. The key is simply not to let Warriors distract him with something else, so at the first mention of anything that’s not the man’s own issues, he needs to start to redirect. 

Hylia above, why couldn’t those cursed goddesses have granted him even just the smallest piece of Wisdom? Charging in is the easiest part, getting through the battle with a silver-tongued soldier is the thing it seems he can’t do properly. 

Glass taps on polished wood, a heavy and familiar sigh following. Trailing his eyes towards the back corner of the room, he can easily make out the bloody and worn form of his brother, slumped against a small table and already with a hand ploughing through his ash dusted hair. Warriors looks like hell. Dark bruises beneath darker eyes, face drawn and still stained with the remains of their defeat. The usually proud appearance has been crippled, uniform torn and filthy, and blood still spattered over armor, leather, and skin. The man doesn’t so much as spare him a glace as Sky settles across from him at the table, keeping the barrier between them for both their sakes. 

“Hey.” 

A long, drawn-out sigh sounds off the wood of the worn bar table. 

Sky waits. Pressing any of his brothers is counterproductive. Sitting quietly, taking in the situation, is the best approach, letting them determine whether or not they’re ready to speak yet. He won’t push either, he just sits and rests his arms on the table, glancing the empty glass and the blessed lack of a matching bottle.  

“What d’you want, Sky?” Still not even a flick of dull eyes up towards him. “Shouldn’t you be with the rest?” 

He shrugs, stiff, as though he’s not being eaten up a bit with guilt at leaving them. The other adults can keep an eye on things though, and Wind was already doing a marvelous job of talking them out of their heads. It’s up to him to handle the captain though, as the sailor may or not have even been allowed inside the bar. The kid shouldn’t be here anyway, for the captain’s sake and his own.  

“I didn’t feel right about letting you go off alone.” 

“The kids need you right now.” 

“They need you too,” he challenges, leaning a bit closer and trying to catch the turned away eyes of the other. “And I think you’d do yourself some good to be around them.” 

A twitch of the fine-featured face before him is his only answer as sooty fingers toy with the empty glass between them. It’s lifted briefly, before the other man seems to check himself and realize it’s empty. 

 Sky needs to prevent it getting refilled. Hopefully, he can drag the captain’s ass out of here and back to their brothers before then. The key is just getting through to him, and though it feels like ages since he’d looked at the other man and found only unreadable smiles and perfection, there’s still a barrier that stops him really understanding what the captain might be thinking. Goddesses above, how is it that even Legend is easier to read than this man? 

“Wars, you’re worrying me.” He tries. Slowly, softly enough that no other patrons in the place will hear him, but it seems the captain doesn’t hear it either. 

No, the man just taps his glass against the table-top, distracted, and sigh so heavy he seems to shudder. “Go back, chosen.” 

“No, captain.” 

In battle, maybe blue eyes hold the flames of the goddesses themselves, but in the dim light of the bar, there’s only a dullness and flickering darkness that makes him want to shift and draw away. He doesn’t though, doesn’t dare. Instead, he sits under that stare for the brief second it's spared, and then the soldier is shutting his eyes with yet another heavy sigh. “Rest, you need it.” 

“I can’t.” You’re here, he wants to add. You’re out here and you’re worrying me, and I can’t sleep easy until I know we’re all safe. 

Fine features twitch, shifting into a frown that would be very terrifying indeed if Sky hadn’t gotten used to all the harsh looks of his team over the last while. Time’s dark looks and Warriors’ disapproval aren’t nearly as weighty all things considered, and he carefully doesn’t respond when the other looks up at him again, brows drawn low and tightly together, jaw twitching slightly. “Sky-” 

“Link,” he returns, sharp to match the look he shoots at the other. Their given name slips strangely off his tongue and earns a twitch of the brows in answer. “No. I’m not letting you sit alone a stew.” 

“Even if I want to?” The glass taps loudly against the table, a sharp contrast to their low voices. “Does that matter at all?” 

Okay, that’s just a bomb-burr waiting for him to walk too close. “Link, please,” and the use of their shared name seems to have fingers closing tighter over the mouth of the whiskey glass, “we both know what will happen if I leave.”  

His words are proved by the lack of verbal answer, instead the tapping of the glass back onto the table as dark eyes meet his. They’re blank again, impossible to read past that closed off, stern expression. It's not one he’s used to facing much these days, but he’s seen it turned on the younger ones plenty of times. 

“I leave,” he presses, “and you’ll drink.” 

There’s the faintest tightening again around the glass still clutched in sooty hands. “It could be worse.” 

“You’re right,” he agrees, nodding slowly, “it could. I could keep ignoring it and you’ll keep getting worse.” He steels his own jaw, folding his hands if only for something to do with them before he meets the stare now fixed, heavy and harsh, on his face. “When we all met, you hardly touched the stuff save maybe after a bad battle, and I mean a really bad one.” The same as Time here and there. The same as any man likely might. A really bad day is fair enough excuse for one drink, but Warriors used to stop at one, and now he doesn’t. “Now it seems every time our backs are turned...” he motions to the glass, watches as blue eyes dart down to follow his gaze. 

The captain’s hands aren’t shaking like they normally do. They’re perfectly still as he clutches hold of the empty cup.  

He doesn’t like it. The tremor is normal, it is a sure sign of ease. He knows the after effects of their last battle, the magic in it, the illusions cast around them of the worst they’ve seen, worst they’d imagined, used as a distraction shook all of them, but seeing the man still so tightly wound, still so caught up in his head that his body is still responding as though he’s in immediate danger, it doesn’t sit well with him. 

“Come back to the inn,” he begs. “We all-” 

The sudden shriek of the chair as the soldier stands might be what cuts him off, the cold look in closed off eyes definitely is though. “I don’t know what that demon showed you, chosen, but know this: you can fight gods and you can win, but some of us have fought men and believe it or not, there’s something quite different and more terrible about that.” It’s the clipped soldier’s voice that speaks to him, resounding enough in the bar that everyone else present has fallen silent and tense, looking up from their own conversations to stare. “So go back to the inn, get over what you saw, and let me do the same here so we can face the demon again in the morning.” 

“Wars-” 

The other turns, heading back to the bar and no doubt with full intent to refill the glass he holds. 

Sky darts after him. “Please, Link! This isn’t good for you!” 

“Well, it isn’t exactly hurting you now, is it?” Is the sharp answer as barkeep approaches the two of them, wary. 

 For a moment, Sky debates between telling the barkeep to not serve his brother and telling the captain to just walk away. Caught betwixt, he misses the opportunity for both, too distracted, too unfocused, to slow, and when his brother motions for the bottle in the hands of the barkeep, it’s only then that he gets his wits about him enough to catch hold of the thing himself. 

The barkeep darts away, no doubt eager to avoid the mess as snapping eyes fix on storm cloud blue as Sky’s voice rumbles low like thunder between them. “You doing this hurts everyone that loves you. We can’t stand to just sit back and watch anymore.” 

“Well no one asked you to watch,” the captain bites, “or care.” 

“But we do,” he answers back, trying desperately to catch those eyes again, “we chose to be your brothers, and thus we chose to stad beside you.” 

“Then don’t blame me when your choices get you hurt.” The hand he’s set on the bottle is knocked away as, once more, Warriors turns his back on him and heads back to his table.  

He’s not sure if he should chase or walk away or give up. He’s left standing for a moment before darting after, again, unable to stop the other as a finger of amber is poured and knocked back without so much as a flinch. Well, not a flinch from Warriors, he finds himself recoiling just the slightest bit as he watches. 

 He tries again, this time not daring to push further by touching the forbidden poison, but instead trying to break through and get the other to just look at him. “Link, please, you’re killing yourself like this.” 

Dark eyes are empty, lifeless, as they turn upwards to look at him, like visions of the sealing grounds were once, thousands of years ago; barren and ruined by battle and death. “Good.” 

And then it’s gone, another glass knocked back and Sky left standing, only able to watch. 

What else is there to be said? What argument is left to beg, to plead, to convince? He’s the hero, he’s good with his hands, his blade, his strength. He sees foes and he crushes them. He sees allies and he aids them. But when an ally embraces the foe, what then? What’s left for him to do? What course of action is there left save to beg? And when even that fails there is nothing. 

Nothing but watching, unable to go back without fulfilling his mission and unwilling to let his brother be left alone in the weakened state the quickly emptying bottle will leave him in. All he can do is watch as golden poison flows, as sooty, bloodied, burned hands lift and toss back, as glass clacks against the tabletop again only to be refilled once more. There's nothing else he can do or say. There may be other arguments, but they’re lost to him, buried instead under that horrible stare and the cracked and shattered soul that had glinted through on that single, devastating ‘good’. 

It’s not the first defeat he’s faced today, but between the two, this is the one that leaves him truly helpless in it’s wake. 

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[sunoksunny]

things i want to say to enhypen

things i want to say to enhypen.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst?

warnings: none

word count: 0.9k (901)

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

“Remember why you started. Yes, it is behind you, but you still began somewhere”

Out of all of Enhypen, he has trained the longest

I think being in the industry for that long can take a toll on a person

I'm worried that the need to succeed, to be the best, is a little too ingrained in his head

I hope he can take some time to just sit down

And think back to when he first decided he wanted to be an idol

The joy and awe he felt about imagining himself being a singer

I want him to think back to when he first got cast for bighit

I hope he can remember that excitement, the nervousness

How he felt it was like destiny

I think it would be good for him to just remember that childish kind of hope

Park Jongseong | 박종성

“You have always been enough. Every morning, every evening, every day”

In i-land he was often underestimated

Or just straight up told he couldn't do it

Even now, some people still cant see his talent

They just see him as the moodmaker and nothing else

I hope he doesn’t see himself that way too

He has more talent than he tells himself he does

Even though he has had his highs and lows

At the end of the day, he is incredibly successful, loved, and respected by so many

I hope that he knows that he has always been more than enough

And that won’t ever change

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

“Let yourself just feel your own emotions once in a while. You’re still human”

Many people see jake as the “happy virus” in the group

He is usually smiling or laughing

And I think he now feels the need to keep that kind of playful/excited energy always

But I'm worried he forces himself to shove down all his other emotions because of this

He is still human, humans have emotions other than happy

It’s okay to feel angry or upset, it doesn’t make you any less

I hope that he still allows himself to cry, to get mad

It’s healthy to feel your emotions

It doesn’t make you weak, if anything it makes you stronger

You have to work through your emotions as they come, not push them away to explode all at once later

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

“Never feel guilty for starting again. Reevaluation is necessary for growth”

I’m sure making the decision to become an idol after spending the majority of his life training for figure skating wasn’t easy

Especially with how debuting as an idol is exceedingly difficult

When times get tough

I wonder if he ever wonders what would have happened if he stayed a skater

I hope he doesn’t regret the choice he’s made

But I wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes feels guilty for throwing away that career

However, he needs to remember that as long as he is happy

It doesn’t matter what career he pursues

I think it’s great that he was able to realize what he truly wanted to do

And wasn’t afraid of working to achieve that

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

“You’ll never go anywhere if you stay satisfied. It’s okay to want more”

Sunoo definitely seems to settle for where he is

I don’t want to say he isn’t determined to grow

But I think he’s worried about upsetting the balance of what he has now

I don’t want him to become complacent

I want him to be ambitious, maybe even overly so

It’s always good to have a goal to strive for

If you begin to become satisfied in what you have, then you are likely to end up settling

Not to say that you can’t be appreciative of what you have

But I don’t think it’s a bad thing to desire and work for more

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

“Don’t feel bad for doing something for yourself. You are yours before anyone else’s”

Being the leader, Jungwon tends to isolate his own feelings

He has been seen to consistently comfort and console the other members

He lifts them up when they are down

He raises them higher when they are proud

But it’s rather rare to see him voice his own emotions

Similarly, he always seems to be doing things for others

Jungwon doesn’t seem to take time to care for himself and treat himself

And while becoming a leader at such a young age as he did probably affects this

I hope he knows it’s okay to set aside time for himself too

It doesn’t make him selfish to care for himself

Nishimura Riki | 니시무라 리키

“Fall in love with yourself first. You deserve to be proud of yourself for all you have done”

Niki has had a rough time since i-land

Even though he is one of the best dancers in 4th gen

He doesn’t feel worthy

You can see this from the way he talks about him, and its honestly heartbreaking

Similar to Jay, in i-land he was told he wasn’t good enough

His confidence levels seemed to drop tremendously and even now I don’t think they are very high

I hope he learns to appreciate himself and to be proud of what he has accomplished

And at such a young age too

He deserves to be proud of himself and to be loved by himself first and foremost

a/n: guess who's back losers (its me I'm back) updates may still be a little slow as i’m getting back in the groove and i have school and stuff but i am officially off hiatus !! ALSO while i was on hiatus i reached 700 followers??? i was literally at like 550 before so that was a very lovely surprise😊😊 thank you all for supporting me and i love you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[thengrace]

24 things I learned at 24.

Thank God, continuously thanking God is so important, it moves us from the earthly perspective into a heavenly perspective, it shifts our entire minds to be reminded of how powerful God is, how far He has brought us, what He is going to do.

Trust your gut, what it's telling you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, the reality is that it's usually right.

It's okay for friendships to end, it's okay that things didn't work out, sometimes seasons change and with that, comes the end of certain relationships.

You shouldn't strive in a relationship, and this goes for friendships or romantic relationships; it shouldn't feel like a chore to make plans or talk, it should feel natural, and easy, that doesn't mean there won't be conflict, but it should feel like both people are equally invested. And if not, it's one-sided.

Always wait for what you deserve, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship, we shouldn't compromise because we are lonely or bored, that's not going to fulfill you.

Sometimes God has us wait to teach us patient and to depend on Him, instead of asking Him to hurry up, ask yourself, what can I do in this waiting period to prepare myself for what He has for me?

It's okay to feel all your emotions, the good, the hard, it's important to let yourself go through the cycle of emotions, learning to sit with your feelings is healthy, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

If something still bothers you after many days, that's a sign you should speak up and tell the person that hurt you how you feel, you'll feel so much better afterwards.

Conflict is necessary, and healthy, and no matter how much you hate it, you cannot avoid it. Conflict will help you grow in many ways.

Sitting in the silence with God is so important, the enemy wants nothing more than for you to be distracted, but God is calling us to deep contemplation of His Word and to sit at His feet and listen to what He has to say.

Tell others how you feel, what you're struggling with, don't let your story be, "I was alone and didn't have anybody," but instead, "I told that one person I trusted and there was healing."

Everyone makes choices and you can't save everybody, once you realize that, it'll change the way you show up in relationships. We have to let God work too.

Jesus is Savior, not me. I'm not responsible for someone's choices or sinfulness, I can pray for them, but at the end of the day, God simply wants me to be a vessel of His mercy, He alone has the power to save.

True friendship will survive long-distances, changing seasons, and once you find that, hold onto it dearly.

We're never alone, even when we feel at our lowest, cry out to God, tell Him exactly how you feel, no matter how scary or dark it may be, God is listening to us, and wants to be our Comforter.

Worship changes things, when we simply get to that secret place and worship the Lord, there's a change in our hearts and in the heavenly places.

It's okay to live a simple life, to not make the most money or be the most "successful" person in your family, as long as we are doing the work of the Lord, that's successful in the eyes of the Lord.

Pray unceasingly, when you wake up, when you're driving somewhere, God is a Friend, and He is always available and can be found in the everyday moments like driving to work or going to the gym.

It's okay if your prayers sound like, "God, I don't know what to do." God can take it, no matter how "ugly" it may be.

God is a Provider and a God of completeness, and if He brings you through one part of a trial, why wouldn't He stand with you until it's completed?

There are so many prayers that won't be answered for years, but God is still working, no matter how long it takes, be faithful in prayer, God will bless your faithfulness.

Remember the old things you loved to do, and continue to do them. Don't forget what makes you joyful, like an old skill or hobby that you used to find comfort in, those things will still bring joy even years later.

Don't spend too much time on things that might bring out the worst in you, like social media, it's wisdom to know what is your weakness, and to abstain from it.

Above all, trust God. Trust that He has good intentions for you and that He is going to get you through whatever infirmities, internal struggles, and relational issues you are dealing with. We have a good God.

#mine #personal #d #birthday #hope this encourages someone <3 #happy birthday

[generalluxun]

It's strange how many people use terms like Breaking Point, Lowest Point, and Rock Bottom when describing the path certain women like Azula and Chloe Bourgeois need to go through to grow. Aaron Ehasz is one of those people. But people never seem to talk about characters like Zuko and Felix Fathom in this manner.

Rock bottom is a sort of myth that came from I don't know where. More villains than heroes are created at rock bottom. People who are desperate and have nothing to lose don't make the best choices.

More people change when cared for and shown another way, than do at their wits end. Keep in mind that care and coddling are distinct things. Support, love, and a healthy environment are free of charge, but not necessarily easy to face, especially for someone whose worldview has been warped. Yet it is in such an environment where people are most likely to make a positive change.

If I'm being generous I would say 'rock bottom' has been missinterpreted, and a better phrase might be 'Must come to see the darkness/outcome of their current path. This might take the form of losing something important and realizing it was only their own actions that caused the loss, but it doesn't have to. That path is ALSO not a one size fits all answer.

Take Azula: She's been chasing success and recognition her whole life. She bought her daddy's line, she worked to overcome everyone else, to be a ruthless, cunning, perfection of a Fire Lord. She wanted to be her father's successor instead of Zuko. She lost her friends along the way, and that hurt, but what really was 'rock bottom' for her? Do you think it was losing to Zuko? No. She was broken long before he got there. Zuko even comments on it. What broke her was her father naming her fire lord... and then promptly making the title of Phoenix Emperor. The thing she had strived for her whole life suddenly cheapened, and made subservient to a new rank. All her work... and she ended up second, just where she started. *That* was rock bottom for her. And when she hit rock bottom what happened? She snapped. Being at rock bottom *broke* her. It didn't save her.

Similarly where is S5 Chloé? No power, no friends, under the thumb of an abusive mother, dragged to London. Seems pretty rock bottom. Did it look like some sort of epiphany was pending, or just more suffering?

By contrast: What did Zuko lose? He had lost, and he didn't change. It was actually his uncle, it was Aang, it was love, support, kindness, and repeated care in the face of Zuko falling again and again into bad habits. That's what eventually allowed him to see there was a path other than the one he was on, and it took him a while to believe even with so much help. That's because these kinds of changes are *had*.

Felix: Well, umm, Felix hasn't actually necessarily changed at all? He joined a side to further his ends, but he hasn't shown much character growth beyond that yet.

As for why some characters are pushed with this narrative and not others? That depends on the speaker I guess.

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