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plutonianeris · 3 months

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❝mars in the 6th house❞

This is how mars in the 6th house has manifested for me.

With my 6th house mars placement I tend to make my daily activities into games or challenges. In my head I’m always like okay let’s see how long it takes me to do xyz. It makes me feel accomplished to get stuff down.

The downside to all of that is the stress I put on my body. Sometimes I don’t know when to stop and I keep pushing through until I feel burned out. Over the years I have gotten better and reminding myself to slow down and be more mindful throughout out the day.

I have always had very high paced busy jobs. The couple times where I had a more low stakes, relaxed job I would start off thinking I was going to enjoy it and then I would hate it. It would just make the day drag on so long. I like feeling challenged and when I am busy the day goes by faster. When I was around 15 I got my first job at a restaurant and it would get extremely busy and chaotic as fuck and honestly I loved it. The dining room would get so full, people were chattering all the time and we would all be in the back running around like chickens with their heads cut off, bumping into each other. Some of my coworkers would get frustrated which is fair but honestly it felt like a game to me. I worked there until I was 19. I have a higher paying, more “professional” job now but to this day that was the most fun job I’ve had.

I have worked at many different places, but the posts that state mars in the 6th house will give you coworkers being jealous and trying to start shit are 100% right. In every job I have had there were coworkers that saw me as threat or would try to start shit with me. I once worked at a hospital when I was in college and the girls working with me (Who were 2-3 years actually older than me) were so hateful and weird. They would constantly be looking at me, gossiping (or straight up trying to argue) and one time one of them lied to the supervisor saying I was slacking off when I wasn’t (literally trying to sabotage my job).

A male coworker there at the time told me they were just hating. I do believe that they were because they were being weird and messy but I also think he was trying to flirt with me..

The rumors are true about your coworkers crushing on you with this placement. And vice versa for me as well at times. It has gone from flirting with coworkers to me actually sleeping with a coworker once. However those times it was never anything serious, more like in the moment things. 6th house placements really know what it means to have a work husband/ wife lol.

another thing about jobs, when people try to start shit it use to get me riled up and I would let people get under my skin (when I was younger). NOW, I laugh and even though it still makes me annoyed, it makes me feel even more motivated to be the best at what I am doing.

I am also quick to leave a job once it has run its course. I am not that emotional when it comes to leaving and starting over somewhere else.

I lose weight very fast. I don’t mean in the sense that I have high metabolism. I mean that if gain weight and I decide I want to lose it, I do simple workouts and in a relatively short time its gone. Its not an unhealthy or harmful way. It makes sense considering mars is action and speed and the 6th house is daily routines and my body and health. Honestly if you have this placement and you are stressing over meal plans or planning specific workouts, just do simple ones and walk more and it wont be as hard as you thought.

I do have a high libido, especially when I am in a relationship. Having a healthy and satisfying sexual relationship is important to me.

I don’t get sick very often and when I do, I fight it off in 1-3 days.

I can be very impulsive in my daily and routines, sometimes harshly. Like I might brush my hair very roughly without realizing or apply lotion onto my skin in a heedless manner. That is something that I did not like and I try to remind myself to treat my body with gentle hands.

My impulsive behavior was worse when I was kid. For example, if I could not get a necklace off of me or bracelet, it would make me so angry and kind of panicked, I would rip it off even if it meant it might break I didn’t care. Me doing what I wanted and feeling free mattered more than whatever I was wearing. This was however another thing I tried to improve on.

Growing up, in my daily routines people use to be mad aggressive towards me as well. Don’t get me wrong, I knew when I was annoying or pushing someones buttons, but the random spurts of anger at me would be very unwarranted.

I feel like at times I can be very guarded as well or tense. When I am angry, I feel it first in my chest and then my stomach will hurt. I don’t like getting worked up because although I can emotionally regulate, it still takes my body a while to calm down. When I was a teenager it would take a long ass time of me practically seething or cursing. Now after a couple deep breaths I’m good.

Mars is aggressive and the 6th house is my health and body and I have definitely taken my anger out on myself as well. My home life had always been very chaotic as a kid and I started self harming at 12 years old and then I stopped when I was around 17 years old.

On a more positive note, I love taking care of my body now. I would never treat it like my enemy or be so careless with myself like I use to. I like working out. I like feeling strong. And also theres a bonus of feeling hot as fuck when I am naked. When Megan thee stallion said, “ When I'm in the gym I think about bitches that I'm shitting on,” I really felt that 💋🔥

#astrology #mars in the 6th house #6th house #mars #personal astrology observation #astrology observations #astro observations #fire mars #mars in astrology #random astro #mars in capricorn #mars in virgo #mars in sagittarius #mars in aquarius

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raspberriesoda · 25 days

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fall from grace » ljn

genre | angel!jeno x human!reader; fluff, slight angst at the very end

word count | 2.3k

summary | your guardian angel has always blurred the line he’s never supposed to cross, and one night he unintentionally takes that leap into territory he’s not meant to be in

a.n | this will most likely have a part two! (pt2 will be much more angsty, and possibly smutty i haven’t decided yet) also if you see something extremely similar to this on ao3 no you don’t (i wrote this as a nomin fic a few years ago and posted it there but dreamscape angel propaganda made me want to revamp it and post it again)

he hadn’t expected to end up here. or, at least that’s what he tried to convince himself. he really wasn’t supposed to be here. none of this was ever supposed to happen.

but, how could he not fall in love with you?

the way that you snort when you laugh a little too hard at something you know isn’t really that funny. the pout that cutely displays on your lips when you give something your full focus. the little noises you make in your sleep when you’re dreaming. the way that you almost always trip on the crack in the sidewalk right outside your apartment building, despite living there long enough to be mindful of it.

jeno thinks about it more and more day by day; not that he even pays mind to the passage of time anymore. there was no way out, he was doomed from the start.

but, instead of the lighthearted feeling that would normally come hand in hand with love, jeno feels a weight. in any other circumstance he’d likely be considered a stalker by the way he knows every little thing about you, but that’s his obligation. jeno’s sole task is to watch over you, to keep you safe, to make you his number one priority above all else.

you aren’t supposed to know. you’re supposed to be blissfully unaware of jeno’s existence and his presence in your life, as well as any others like him.

and jeno was never supposed to fall in love.

lately- and he couldn’t tell if it was on purpose- jeno had become admittedly sloppy with keeping a safe enough space between you and him. he knows it’s no excuse, and he knows the consequences of the risk he’s taking, but the pull is just too strong. his one responsibility is to protect you, but what was the point of that if he couldn’t make you comfortable and happy? if he couldn’t love you in the way only he knows you deserve to be? he’s just fulfilling his duties, right?

how unfair, he thinks. how unfair it is that he’s forced to be so close to you, yet just far enough away that you’ll never even know.

jeno stands on your balcony, three floors up, three hours past midnight.

there’s only a wall separating you from him, and though there is the perk that you can't exactly feel his presence like you might with another human, there stands the possibility of you finding him all the same. he’s more than aware of how dangerous this is for him, to have this little of a distance between you; a relationship between a human and their guardian is never allowed to be physical or emotional in any way. he asks himself how far he is from crossing that line, how close he is from falling off of that tight rope. realistically he already has, but he finds it difficult to care.

ironically, jeno wonders if he’s been cursed or blessed. maybe both, he thinks- blessed with the fact he’s always with the human he loves oh so deeply; cursed with the fact that though he knows just how to make you smile, that smile will never really be for him.

he’s willing, though- more than willing to take that chance, despite the better part of himself advising against it (or that had been the better part of him, long long ago). if he just gets to see your surprised, sleepy little smile early the next morning when you step out to check on your favorite flowers and notice they’ve bloomed way ahead of schedule, then to jeno, its worth it.

as jeno tends to the soft peach colored petals, you sit inside, your legs tucked under you on the kitchen counter, sipping peach flavored tea and watching old cartoons on your computer. you couldn’t sleep, and tossing and turning in bed was finally out of the question after a few too many hours of dreamless silence.

your bare feet make a soft thud on the kitchen tiles when you uncross your legs and leap from the counter, making your way to grab more honey for your tea. the sound makes jeno glance up from the petals sitting between his fingers. this signals to him that you’re now on the move and that he should go, but again, the voice in his head is muted when it comes to you.

jeno takes another bud in his hands and watches as it spreads open right before his eyes at his touch. he rearranges the flowers and stems and pats down the soil as if to make it look a bit more lively, and with this, he decides he should depart before you have the chance to notice he’s here. he turns, preparing to hop the banister, but he bumps the patio table, sending an unused pot of dry dirt falling to the ground. it shatters into large shards of clay that scatter across the wood, and jeno stills.

you almost drop the glass jar at the unexpected calamity, adrenaline shooting through your body like a shockwave. a heavy spoonful of honey is frozen in the air as you hold it above your mug; it drizzles down the side of the ceramic and makes a sticky puddle on your counter. a few moments of painfully eerie silence pass and you try your best to catch your breath.

jeno stoops down to clean the mess he’s made, making certain to be as silent and quick as possible before you arrive to investigate. after your mind has time to form a theory that doesn’t involve something you’d seen in a horror film, you come to the hopeful conclusion that it must have been the wind knocking around your gardening supplies. for your peace of mind, you round the counter to pull open the curtain draped glass doors.

what you see makes you think that maybe you had fallen asleep earlier after all.

jeno looks up, stunned, frigid, crouched down with his hands full of rocks and clay and dirt. he can only imagine how he appears to you in this moment; he must look like he’s just been caught committing a crime- and it likely would be in any other set of means.

millions of worries should be swarming his head, but the only thing on his mind right now is you. your tangled hair, your fluffy pajama pants, your eyes twinkling in the moonlight and looking at him with wonder- not toward him or past him, but directly at him. it was something he’d never had the pleasure of witnessing.

your urge to cry out is suppressed by the peculiar calm feeling that settles over you the moment your eyes lock with jeno’s. even in the shadows the strange boy’s eyes seem to shine, and any thought of ill intent is sent away as quickly as it came. your brain has no time to question the unusual level headedness you feel before you start to connect the dots.

weirdly, you recognize him, but your mind blanks when you try recalling from where. though, you really figured that you’d remember something like this if you’d seen it before. it takes jeno standing, letting the soft starlight paint his nervous face and his shimmering wings for you to be able to connect him to any sort of a tangible memory.

you’d never actually known his name, or from where he came, but you did know of him.

the boy you’d spotted leaving the cafe after the barista had told you that your coffee was already paid for on the morning you were running late for your psychology lecture. the boy you’d seen scanning shelves in the campus library when you saw your favorite novel sat next to your course work upon returning from the counter to ask if they had it in yet. the boy you’d seen walking down the pavement when you’d whipped your tipsy head around after being yanked back by your hoodie just before you stepped into the street, a blaring car horn and a rush of wind whisking your hair up as all you could do was stare at his figure as he strolled away from you.

other instances that you’d had no concrete explanations for began to surface in your mind the longer you studied him. the closed window and extra blanket the night you’d accidentally fallen asleep before a severe thunderstorm. the carton of fresh milk in your fridge you could’ve sworn you’d forgotten to pick up from the market. your favorite white sweater miraculously being completely unharmed after a pink sock snuck its way into the wash.

you knew all of these occurrences and the same boy being present could be purely coincidental, but something about that was just too hard to believe. you always meant to approach him when you saw him in your day to day life, but the courage to make the move and close the distance between you never arose.

‘what an angel,’ you’d always said to yourself when you’d see him. you never would’ve guessed you were right.

when jeno finally snaps out of his trance, remembering the predicament he’s gotten himself into, he turns to really leave before he lands himself in any more trouble. he spreads his huge white wings, the ones that had always been hidden when you were near, and flaps them once to lift himself into the air. a gust of chilled wind flutters your pajamas and pulls the breath from your lungs as you gawk at him.

you try to speak, to tell him not to go, but your voice won’t come out. before jeno can get too far, and before you can think of something less hazardous, you run forward and hoist yourself up on the railing to grab jeno’s ankle in an attempt to stop him from fleeing. at that same moment jeno flaps his wings again, not thinking that the sudden weight on his leg could be you, and as a result you’re pulled from the rail and out into the open, three stories above solid ground.

a strangled yelp jumps from your throat as you dangle in peril. jeno’s head snaps down, and his eyes widen as they meet your figure, clinging to him and flailing wildly. your grip rapidly begins to slip from jeno’s body. your mind races around the realization that this could very well be the end; in an instant you feel the cold night wind rushing up around you, whisking your hair towards the sky, blurring the buildings and skyline together and your breath is caught in your lungs as all you can do is fall.

just as soon as it happened, you collapse into jeno’s open arms with an ‘oomph’ when he catches you before you can meet any harm. you immediately wrap your entire body around him and squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a trembling and fearful cry into his neck. hot tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the height makes you lightheaded. you’re shivering as jeno lifts you both up to the balcony once again.

it’s bittersweet for jeno to see you this close. you’re so stunningly beautiful, more so than jeno could have ever imagined. your eyes finally open to meet jeno’s when you feel yourself safely sitting on your balcony, curled up under jeno’s kneeling figure. they glisten with tears and your soft face appears to glow in the moonlight. jeno’s heart grows wings of its own to soar through his chest; he may be the angel, but you are angelic.

a very nervous laugh bubbles out of you, your face blooming with a deep red at the sudden realization of your very close proximity to one another, and the embarrassment of the stunt you’d just pulled. one of your arms still drapes around the back of jeno’s neck, the other hand pressed to his chest, revealing jeno’s rapid heartbeat that matches that of yours. jeno’s arms are still wrapped around your waist. he never wants to let go.

“i-mh,” you stutter a bit, and gulp. “i’m sorry,” a sheepish smile pulls at your lips. your voice is much breathier than you’d wanted it to come out.

jeno’s features are sharp, but his expression is soft. tufts of his silvery white hair flit around in the crisp breeze and he looks at you, admires you, his gentle eyes flickering across your face like he’s committing you to memory. his fingers comb gingerly through your windswept hair, pushing it away from your flushed neck and tucking it behind your ear.

his eyes suddenly shift down when your hand meets his jaw, the tips of your fingers ghosting over his cheek. his skin tingles under your timid touch.

you’ve never seen anything like him.

“you’re.. so pretty.”

“thank you,” jeno breathes out through a dazed smile. as you relax a bit, jeno feels your fingers brush delicately against the indents you had made on his shoulders; your grip is softer now, but no less fervent.

“i’m jeno,” he tells you. your eyes meet his again. his heart skips a beat when you cup his face fully, your thumb smoothing over the expanse of his cheek; its warm under your touch.

“thank you, jeno.”

a short beat of time passes, and in a sudden surge of bravery, you lean forward to connect your lips in a kiss. jeno’s heart stops then, his feathers standing and his eyes wide, utterly overwhelmed with the cordial feeling of the one he loves so suddenly embracing him.

jeno decides to throw all caution to the wind. he wastes no time in sliding his hands up your neck to cradle both sides of your jaw, turning his head to let the kiss deepen. his eyes flutter closed and his wings relax, and the sigh he lets out sends hot air onto the peaks of your blushing face, making you melt into his hold. you can’t tell if the warmth that spreads through your body as your lips move in perfect sync is from jeno’s celestial form, but you’ve never felt such a rush from just a single kiss.

but it’s not otherworldly, because jeno feels it, too.

all of a sudden jeno feels the crushing sense of his time running short. he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss; you chase his lips as he leans back.

“i’m sorry, i’m not supposed to be here.”

your fingers grip his shoulders again. a wave of sadness crashes over him when he sees the somber look in your eyes.

“don’t go,” you whimper. jeno’s heart throbs. he would consider it a moment of weakness, only that's all he ever felt when it came to you. he kisses you once more, quick this time, and he feels himself ready to break.

“i’ll come back. i promise.”

with that, he’s gone.

you didn’t end up sleeping that night.

the tea in the mug that hangs loosely in your grip has gone cold by now. you sit in the same spot on your balcony, staring longingly up at the star speckled night sky.

#lee jeno #lee jeno fluff #lee jeno angst #lee jeno drabble #lee jeno x reader #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jeno drabble #jeno x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream drabble #nct dream x reader #judah.doc

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muzzleroars · 10 months

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What would marriage look between Gabe and V1? Would V1 try and get something special for Gabe or would it just bring a severed head and be like "tee hee,,,is for you :3"

OOUGHGGHGHUUUHH.....MARRIED......i'm gonna need to ask that everyone forgive how sappy i'm likely to be here, but i think if this was ever something they decided to do, it would obviously be their own, sort of improvised idea of marriage. v1 doesn't entirely have a concept of something like that even if it knows it exists - i mentioned it in an ask awhile back, but the closest it likely has to this is weighing its relationship with appropriate modifiers to determine that gabriel is now "husband" lol gabriel, on the other hand, viewed marriage as an important aspect of human culture and their covenant with god, but it's not something practiced in heaven as souls and angels existing there are bound only to god - it would simply be inappropriate to place any relationship as more important than the others all around you. so he doesn't give it much credence, and overall what he and v1 are is sort of...hard to define for him. partners if he must BUT...should v1 spontaneously just decide to start calling him "husband", i think he MIGHT have a lot to consider in very rapid succession.

for v1, the designation is just it making sense of its own feelings and figuring this is the best label for what it's experiencing - it would likely settle on this when gabriel is dealing with the onset of his fallen traits. the process isn't without pain and it sometimes leaves him exhausted or even ill, meaning that their sparring matches are regularly being put on hold in order for him to rest. and v1 thinks this over at some point in admittedly rare introspection, having to painstakingly pick through the emotions that make it stay, that make gabriel more important than a drive for violence in everything it does. nothing about love comes easily or naturally to v1, it never should have been capable of caring so much with how its programming was implemented, yet it's fully committed to being here with gabriel and any way he changes isn't going to diminish its love for him. so. that's a lifelong, binding commitment, right? which means "husband" must suit their situation. simple!

gabriel, on the other hand, feels completely insane when it starts dropping that word out of nowhere!! initially, he's so caught off-guard that he can't really articulate the utter shock he expresses in response, but he soon decides v1's either just messing around or that it has no idea what it's saying and simply likes the word (it does that often, sometimes repeating words bc it likes the sound they make or the sign used for them). but when he tries to explain this to it, the implications of such a word, the weight and meaning it has in a relationship, v1 simply agrees with him. yeah right, the together forever thing, choosing to spend your life with one person until you die or they die (OR divorce!!! which they argue about for awhile in a tangent) ALL THIS TO SAY THO that this how i see marriage being a consideration, with v1 sort of offering it up in its own way and gabriel now thinking that they really are in that deep. he knows he's the same way, he wouldn't leave v1 now for anything and his life without it would be something unimaginable. v1 has only just learned to love for him and he has a still infinite angelic capacity for love that pours into it. so why not? what's the harm in voicing that sentiment, giving it a little ceremony in some way? marriage, he knows, is meant to be the bonding of two souls in life and it may very well be that neither of them have a soul to give now....but maybe they do. or maybe that doesn't matter.

but really it's also about v1's feelings, feelings that are still well-protected but that gabriel has come to see the depth and immensity of in the time they've spent together now. it never asks for them to be tended to and it doesn't often tend to them itself, but navigating a myriad of emotions and experiences it never should have had comes with anxieties. it struggles to interpret the complexities of a relationship sometimes and it has worries of its own, that if being an artificial intelligence means its thoughts and self are viewed by gabriel on some level as less "real", or that its probable lack of a soul diminishes its value to an angel. it knows gabriel must have considered these things at least at some point, but it doesn't know how to approach topics like this and they make it uncomfortably existential besides, so it shoves them off somewhere to forget and doesn't respond much to gabriel trying to open it up. so...maybe this is how he can show too that nothing about v1 gives him pause in their relationship or any hesitation in how he feels. and for gabriel, being able to fully commit in his love would likely feed a fundamental part of him, to acknowledge his investment fulfilling a need he didn't know he had until then.

i kind of like the idea that maybe they would go to the surface to do it, since that's at least one of their homes - the ceremony itself isn't anything grand and follows no set traditions, but they would definitely exchange gifts!! they decide on something small and perhaps that they can always keep with them, something sentimental without too much practical value, if any....which proves to be something of a challenge for both of them lol. v1 chooses to thread a couple of its coins into a necklace, which gabriel does find a little funny even if v1 insists it wasn't trying to be (for once). gabriel goes through the last of the effects he took from home, weaving heavenly thread he's used to mend his clothes together with fur pulled from the mantle of his cloak to braid a wristband - the two sides of him coming together and fully given to v1. they lay out their promise to one another without getting overly formal into vows - instead i like the idea that maybe they made a piece of music for each other since it's something they share so often and it's easier to speak that way for both of them. of course the emotion over the course of the day finds its outlet in a good fight, but one distinctly different from all the rest - the earth is a world alone now, no longer watched by heaven, emptied of inhabitants itself, and where hell or the terminals can't touch them. it's just them, and perhaps the few quiet plants that have grown over all as reward for their singular survival. no one else will see them, hear them, know what they did, save for themselves. they know they can't stay, both actually too acclimated to hell to ever leave it now, but they do at least spend one night out in the fresh air - and no one will know they're any different by the time they come back

#LONG....LONG AND SAPPY.....#ty so much for letting me indulge!!! it's so cute uwahhhh #i think they would very much like seeing each other up on the surface too #bc dante makes the point that hell's air is super hazy/dingy #so it would be nice to see each other without the gloom :]#cake answers #v1 #gabriel #fallen gabriel

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ramble-bloo · 1 year

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Realized I haven't gone into how Bitterbat reacts/gets revenge on Freebird…at least on this account SO lemme drop that here because he definitely has STRONG reactions to him.

Freebird is stationed in mainland America so he isn't a permanent resident of Decking City. He only really visits when there is hero business to take care of. But when there is word that Freebird is coming to the city, Bitterbat becomes way more territorial over Sweetheart.

He can read people's emotions like a book and Sweetheart has discomfort written all over her. She tells him she can deal with Freebird because yeah he's a pushy asshole but he isn't a complete monster and he eventually backs off but it's annoying every time.

And the guy has only become more assertive after Bitterbat showed up.

Bitterbat knows Sweetheart doesn't like missing a hero meeting but he tries to get her to call out when Freebird is in town. And if that doesn't work, he tries to figure ways to sneak in. And if that doesn't work, then he's always lurking somewhere nearby the place.

In the beginning, Sweetheart has def turned down having him accompany her because it's too risky but at a point she realizes how much anxiety she is beginning to get by just thinking about running into Freebird and she decides to pull the "Itty Bittybat in boobies" maneuver.

It works pretty well and helps her make it through the day when Freebird is around with the only draw back being how hard it is to keep Bitterbat from leaping out and attacking his face. It hasn't happened YET but the chances of Bitterbat snapping are low, never zero.

Her has certainly pulled a fair share of tricks on the bird man, like making him trip and fall or making something spill on him but it's always something to seem like a freak accident.

Another thing he does when Freebird is in town…and make sure Sweetheart leaves him with some "battlescars". Of course she makes sure to reel him back so he doesn't go hog wild but there's a bite here, a hickey there.

There's finer details I cannot get into because this is a sfw account but he makes sure she is absolutely covered in his scent so if she ever runs into Freebird, he might not know what it is he's sensing, but he def can tell something is "off" about her.

Because of how much more "aggressive" Bitterbat gets during battles when Freebird is in town, the two can lie and say it's just actual scars from them fighting. Speaking of their battles, they def get more risque.

It's nothing too explicit but those stolen kisses get a whole lot deeper. Like "Bitterbat makes sure the camera sees tongue" deeper It drives Freebird up a wall. Especially with how much Bitterbat loves to have his hands on Sweetheart during battles.

Of course, this leads to Freebird trying to talk Sweetheart into letting someone else handle Bitterbat because he claims that he seems to be "too much for her to handle" but Sweetheart stands firm that she is more than capable of dealing with him...because it's true tbh.

Does Bitterbat kick Freebird's ass at somepoint. AT LEAST twice with the first being him going easy on Freebird because he tried to step in during a battle between him and Sweetheart.

The way Decking works, heroes claim what villains are theirs. Heroes know their villains the best so they always are the ones sent or called when a villain they claimed pops up. The Decking Defense Force state it's because they are the most qualified to handle them...which is true.

Things are different in mainland America. Heroes tend to just deal with a villain they have run ins with but there's no paperwork to assign them, it's just "oh yeah that guy usually takes on that other guy".

And while it's not breaking the rules necessarily for a hero in Decking to jump into battle against an unassigned villain, it's often advised against if the designated hero doesn't have them marked down as "other capable heroes". So when Freebird tries to take Bitterbat, Bitterbat drops his weights and fucks him up JUST enough to make him know his place.

Bitterbat considers this fight to be his "warning" to Freebird because the guy could still walk away from it and he left his face quite in tact. Plus he was still going by the "script" he and Sweetheart vaguely have in their heads.

But the second fight they have…it's definitely an unscripted event. And while Freebird could walk away from the first battle with his tail between his legs-Bitterbat makes it his mission he crawls away from the second.

Sadly, Bitterbat cannot kill Freebird as he would basically be marked down as one of the biggest threats to America and that's a whole headache for Bitterbat and Sweetheart to deal with when they just wanna cuddle and kiss while binging movies. But maiming is def on the table.

#glitter and guilt #bitterbat #sweetheart #freebird

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the-savage-garden · 8 months

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Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 14 *NSFW*

I'll be taking a break from this for a little bit. A NSFW warning for this chapter, yes I did nitpick that part. I wasn't sure if I should've put the NSFW part as a separate post but eh. I'll probably work on making a post that links to all the chapters during my break.

Chapter 14

-Feyre waxes poetic about being back in the Night Court.

-Mor apparently winnowed in everyone. Why point this out?

-Lucien looks around and Feyre describes the house. This bothers me, Feyre hasn’t been back here in a while, this should have some emotional weight to it but instead she just lists features, no mention of memories or anything.

-Cassian and Azriel stand around menacingly for some reason.

-Even more baffling, apparently Lucien’s opinion matters about the house and I don’t understand.

-”It was my call to make whether Lucien was allowed to keep his freedom.” Aren’t you friends?

-”But their watchful silence was indication enough: let him decide his own fate.” At this point I just want Lucien to make fun of the house.

-”He said, “There are children laughing in the streets.” I blinked. He said it with such … quiet surprise. As if he hadn’t heard the sound in a long, long time.” Well, Amarantha did fuck up Spring for 50 years. Also Lucien probably doesn’t expect it either. (I vaguely remember in the 1st book of Feyre hearing children laugh in Spring though…)

-“That they do so at all after Hybern’s attack is testament to how hard the people of Velaris have worked to rebuild.” Children tend to still play and laugh even during war so I don’t know what this is supposed to be implying. Also, how hard the people of Velaris worked to rebuild? They got attacked in 1 afternoon while the rest of Prythian was dealing with Amarantha for 50 years! They didn’t have it that hard.

-”...standing in this very foyer, warning us to be careful in Hybern.” Oh, so now we’re bringing up memories?

-”The delicate female bowed her head. As much of a gesture of obedience as a fifteen-thousand-year-old creature would make to a newly minted High Lady.” Is it necessary to explain the gesture like that?

-Amren insults Lucien and Lucien is afraid of her. Honestly, I still don’t like Amren so I don’t care. She’s just… boring.

-”...beheld the monster that lurked beneath that beautiful face.” In the 2nd book Feyre had described Amren as plain but now thinks she’s beautiful? I don’t even think the reason is because Feyre likes Amren now, Feyre thinks of people she hates as attractive so it’s odd.

-”Before I could introduce him, Lucien bowed at the waist. Deeply. Cassian let out an amused grunt, and I shot him a warning glare.” I don’t get why Cassian is being so rude here?

-[Amren smiled slightly. “Already trained, I see.”] I’m starting to remember why I hate Amren.

-Reiterating more of Lucien being afraid of Amren.

-I hate that Velaris somehow exists as a secret city, it makes no sense how it can still function by itself. It bothers me to no end.

-A surprise reveal of Rhys for some reason. Unless he just winnowed in, Feyre should’ve noticed already so I don’t get this.

-”...dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.” Rhys’ boring outfits just disappoint me to no end.

-I’m sure the reunion of Feyre and Rhys is touching to fans but it does nothing for me because I hate these characters.

-”...the past month crashed into me.” It’s only been a month? I guess I thought it was longer, it felt like it.

-[Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me.] I’m rolling my eyes already. Like, I like corny stuff but I just hate these 2.

-Oh no. I’m scared of what I’m about to read.

-Feyre asks Rhys if she should tell him about the Spring Court stuff.

-”No amusement, nothing but that predatory intensity…” This is one of the reasons why I hate Rhys, he’s a creep. The word predatory is not something that’s sexy, why does SJM think it is?

-Feyre decides to describe the bedroom for some reason.

-”...the door snicking shut on a star-kissed wind.” The description of his powers still make no sense to me.

-Rhys reluctantly puts down Feyre. So far things are okay.

-Apparently Rhys had gone to Spring to look for Feyre when the bond went dark. Feyre then tells Rhys what had happened.

-[Cold rage now flickered across that beautiful face as his thumbs halted on my shoulders. “You killed them.” Not entirely a question, but I nodded. “Good.”] Wait, I just realized that Rhys hasn’t asked how Feyre is doing, he’s just going right to talking about if his enemies are dead. That’s some relationship they have, right? Sure they have intimacy but what about the romantic side? Besides going “my love” I don’t count that as romance, I need more than that.

-[I swallowed. “Has Hybern sacked the Spring Court?” “Not yet. Whatever you did … it worked. Tamlin’s sentries abandoned him. Over half his people refused to appear for the Tithe two days ago. Some are leaving for other courts. Some are murmuring of rebellion. It seems you made yourself quite beloved. Holy, even.” Amusement at last warmed his features. “They were rather upset when they believed he’d allowed Hybern to terrorize you into fleeing.”] The politics still make no sense in this series, I still don’t understand the whole High Lord thing. Because if Tamlin can be outed from the court then so can the other High Lords, like Rhys who only controls 1 city but the rest of his court hates him and could just abandon him if they wanted to. If it’s because he’s “so powerful” and that’s why they don’t I call bs, all High Lords are more powerful than their court.

-”I traced the faint silver whorl of embroidery on the breast of his jacket…” Rhys is usually described as just wearing black so I’m a little confused by the mention of embroidery since it’s never been brought up before, at least from what I remember.

-[“I suppose they’ll learn soon enough I’m well cared for.” Rhys’s hands tightened on my shoulders in agreement, as if he were about to show me just how well cared for I was…] Apparently intimacy only counts for being “well cared for.” Also it’s funny since Rhys has actually abused, harassed, and manipulated her before, not what I’d define as “cared for.”

-[“She fell,” I said sweetly.] I don’t expect Feyre to be a saint but I don’t expect her to be an abuser either. Reminds me of reactive abuse. It’s not even gray morality, Feyre’s now no different than the villains of this series. If this was about villains fighting other villains I would’ve accepted this turn much easier.

-[“Must have been some fall,” he mused, a dark smile dancing on those lips as he drifted even closer…] I hate that these 2 are getting off to being abusers.

-[It was my turn to murmur, “Good.” Perhaps one of those pretty acolytes of hers would get sick of her sanctimonious bullshit and smother Ianthe in her sleep.] I know Ianthe did terrible things to others but this just makes Feyre no better than her.

-[“Cassian let me into his mind just now—to show me what happened on the ice.” He stroked a thumb over the hurt, the touch featherlight.] Instead of Feyre communicating this to Rhys herself, he finds out by mind-linking with Cassian. They’re literally in each other’s arms but they’re not going to ask each other about they’re well-being? I know Feyre was bad at communicating but I expected Rhys to be better than that, they could’ve gone over this stuff with each other here.

-“Eris was always a male of limited days. Now Lucien might find himself closer to inheriting his father’s throne than he ever expected to be.” I’m still confused by the High Lord stuff.

-[My spine locked. “Eris is precisely as horrible as you painted him to be.”] Both Feyre and Lucien collapsed a cave on him, so Eris started to take them as a serious threat. That somehow makes him horrible?

-They talk about Feyre declaring herself as High Lady and that Rhys wanted to do it in an official way.

-[A smile tugged on my lips. “It happened less than an hour ago. I’m sure you could go crow from the chimney right now and everyone would give you credit for breaking the news.” His fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my face up. That wicked smile grew, and my toes curled in their boots. “There’s my darling Feyre.”] Is that typical behavior of Feyre? I’m confused by this.

-So the two are turned on by each other until Feyre remembers her sisters and asks about them. Rhys tells Feyre they’re at the House of Wind. Didn’t Mor say that someone was waiting to meet Lucien at the townhouse?

-”But he would, I realized. He’d shove down his need for me and take me to them, if that was what I wanted. My choice. It had always been my choice with him.” Right, he sure gave you choices, and not the choices he wanted you to make. Also it should be expected that Rhys would respect Feyre if she weren’t in the mood so I don't know what the point of this was.

-Feyre doesn’t want to see her sisters yet. They’re still talking about how their friends and family are doing instead of each other. They honestly could’ve had this conversation later, after they “reunite” why do they have to do it this chapter? It should be about them checking up with each other’s well-being.

-”...The healer had to rebuild most of his wings—but he’ll be fine.” Healing magic doesn’t make sense to me in this series, because if they have this kind of healing why wasn’t Lucien able to regrow his eye?

-Feyre brings up that Rhys hadn’t been there on the ice with her. Why didn’t she bring this up first?

-[“I’m sorry I wasn’t.” “No,” I said, lifting my head to scan his eyes, the guilt dampening them. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just …” I savored the feel of him beneath my palms. “Where were you?”] I feel like this would’ve been a good starting point about communication but it gets swept away instead.

-[Rhys stilled, and I braced myself as he said casually, “I couldn’t very well let you do all the work to undermine our enemies, could I?” I didn’t smile. “Where. Were. You.”] Not exactly what I had hoped for but it’s at least something.

-Rhys dismisses her concern and just wants Feyre to comfort him.

-[I planted a hand on his face and pushed him back, scowling. “I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was. Then he can get his comfort.”] I feel Feyre should be more angrier with Rhys than this. Because this sounds like an issue they need to discuss more.

-Rhys tries to still dismiss this, even calling her a “cruel, beautiful female.” But Feyre glares at him and he relents by telling her that he went to the continent at the human queens’ palace.

-Feyre gets mad at Rhys going alone, Rhys continues to be dismissive. I know that the human queens are somehow allies with Hybern but are they even a threat to them? I know the human queens can winnow but it wasn’t stated if they can even do other magic.

-”That had been his problem from the start. Always him, always sacrificing—” I wouldn’t really say he’s “always sacrificing” as more of he’s bad at making decisions. He really thought the only way to be the High Lord of Night was by “putting on a mask” instead of learning diplomacy.

-[“Why,” I demanded. “Why risk it? Is something happening?”] The first “why” should’ve had a question mark, though honestly it’s not necessary to even have that first “why” at all.

-[“It’s the quiet on their side of the sea that bothers me. No whisper of armies gathered, no other human allies summoned. Since Hybern, we’ve heard nothing. So I thought to see for myself why that is.” He flicked my nose, tugging me closer again. “I’d just neared the edge of their territory when I felt the bond awaken again. I knew the others were closer, so I sent them.”] Rhys is really bad at being a High Lord.

-[“You don’t need to explain.” Rhys rested his chin atop my head. “I wanted to be there—to get you. Find you. Bring you home.”] Feyre doesn’t want him to explain and I don’t know what she means, does she mean that he doesn’t have to explain why he went back to the Night Court to see her?

-“You do certainly enjoy a dramatic entrance.” What dramatic entrance? Appearing suddenly is considered dramatic?

-[Of course he would have been working against Hybern while I was away. Had I expected them all to be sitting on their asses for over a month? And Rhys, constantly plotting, always a step ahead … He would have used this time to his advantage. I debated asking about it, but right now, breathing him in, feeling his warmth … Let it wait.] This is confusing internal dialogue, Rhys only explained that he flew to the continent for a brief time and Feyre’s thoughts jump to Rhys plotting when it wasn’t brought up.

-[Ebony claws stroked along the barrier in my mind—in affection and request. I lowered my shields for him, just as his own dropped. His mind curled around mine, as surely as his body now held me.] I’ve literally read Star Trek fanfiction with this and I’m not sure how to feel about it here.

-Rhys then goes on about how he missed Feyre. It’s rather disconnected from what they were discussing earlier. Feyre has dropped the problems because she’s now horny for Rhys.

-They have some mediocre intimacy, it reads more like those reader fanfics I glance at (I personally hate them and just avoid them now, but sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me because I forget how bad they are).

-Rhys tells Feyre he loves her, she doesn’t say it back but instead cries. (I know she doesn’t have to say it back but she’s not saying a lot during this that Feyre comes across like a self-insert reader thing more.)

-”Rhys leaned in to lick them away. One after another. As he’d once done Under the Mountain.” That is still not sexy, it’s creepy. If SJM wants me to like Rhys this is the worst way to do it.

-[“You have a choice,” he murmured against my cheekbone.] Rhys bringing up “choices” still repulses me.

-[I pulled away, lifting a brow. “Are you suggesting that I smell?” Rhys smirked, and I could have sworn my core pounded in answer.] Why does Rhys smirking get that response?

-Rhys wants Feyre to take a bath because she has blood on her, he also suggests that he wants to be a “good mate” to her by offering the bath. If he hadn’t been so dismissive of her earlier I would’ve liked this.

-[“So considerate. Though I can’t believe you kicked everyone out of the house so you could take me to bed.” “One of the many benefits to being High Lord.” “What a terrible abuse of power.”] How does kicking everyone out of the house be an abuse of power? They're literally in their house! This banter makes no sense to me.

-[“As much as I’d like to see you attempt to lick off a week’s worth of dirt, sweat, and blood …” His eyes gleamed with the challenge, and I laughed again. “Normal bath, please.”] How is that playful banter? It’s gross, I don’t want to imagine it. Is this some degrading kink I’m not getting?

-[“If you can do that, then what’s the point of the bath?” … “The essence of the dirt remains.” … “Like a layer of oil.”] That’s a confusing spell, if the dirt still remains what’s the point of it? I guess it’s just an illusion?

-”He’d done it Under the Mountain for me a few times—that magical cleaning. I’d somehow never asked.” Keeping note of this to look back on.

-“So it’s more for aesthetic purposes.” Basically what this book series is.

-”My breasts tightened at the slight growl lacing his words. He watched that, too.” Can breasts do that if the woman is turned on?

-”As he took in my breasts, now heavy and aching…” This detail doesn’t make sense to me, how do breasts get “heavy” when aroused?

-Feyre is pretty much just doing a strip tease for Rhys while she takes off her clothes.

-[“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.” “A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”] Why have I heard this dialogue before? Getting deja vu here.

-”His voice was rough, quiet—and it slid invisible hands down my breasts, between my legs.” This should be a metaphor but it’s framed wrong.

-Feyre is so turned on she almost forgets how to bathe herself.

-”Rhys remained leaning against the doorway the entire time, silently watching with that unrelenting focus.” Someone has a voyeur kink, just keeping note of it. It feels like they should have a discussion about this instead of just assuming things about the other because they haven’t been together that long.

-[I could have sworn only darkness and stars swirled beyond his shoulders. A blink, and they were gone. But the predatory hunger on his face … ] I still hate how SJM uses the word predatory. Not sure why his magic manifested here though, I guess because of his horniness but whatever.

-Lots of ogling and being horny, not really noteworthy.

-[I swallowed, my hair dripping on the carpet. “Is the bruise bad?” “It’s nearly gone.” Darkness flickered in the room once more.] We halt the horniness for this?

-And then that emotional part is dropped like how Feyre drops her towel. What was the point?

-”Not when Rhys’s answering smile was a dark, cruel thing.” That apparently is supposed to invoke arousal somehow. “Dark, cruel” isn’t something that makes me think of horniness.

-Rhys starts pointing to the parts of Feyre where he wants to start “ravishing” her. It’s more comedic than I think SJM intended. The teasing continues and it’s kind of boring honestly.

-[His head dipped, hair sliding over his brow as he watched—we both watched—his broad finger venture down. “Or I could start here,” he said, the words guttural and raw.] What even is this? This just reads as funny to me.

-”I didn’t care—not as he dragged that finger down the center of me. Not as he circled that spot, light and taunting.” It’s not even stated where his finger is, her belly button? It’s so vague, if you’re going to write a sex scene why bother with this?

-[I met his hooded gaze as I spoke the words that I knew would be his undoing in this little game, the words that were rising up in me with every breath. “You’re mine.”] Apparently being possessive is sexy?

-”His clothes vanished—all of them—and his mouth angled over my own.” Rhys apparently has magic that makes his clothes vanish. The magic system in this book series is a mess.

-”It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Wasn’t soft or searching. It was a claiming, wild and unchecked—it was an unleashing.” Not what I’d equate to intimacy but ok.

-”His beautiful, mighty wings tore from his back, splaying wide before neatly tucking in.” That sounds painful. Why use the word “tore” this way?

-”My thighs hit the bed behind us, and Rhys paused, trembling. Giving me time to reconsider, even now.” But why? If Feyre hasn’t backed out of this by now what’s the point of this?

-”And it was the longing there—beneath the desire, beneath the need—it was the longing in those beautiful eyes that made me glance to the mountains tattooed on his knees.” Why would seeing longing in Rhys’ eyes make Feyre look to his knees?

-”The insignia of this court—our court. The promise that he would kneel for no one and nothing but his crown. And me. Mine—he was mine. I sent the thought down the bond.” I’m confused by this, what does Rhys’ court have to do with Feyre claiming him?

-”...I thought I might explode into moonlight and flame, thought I might die from the sheer force of what swept through me.” Not making metaphors clear, it ends up coming across as literal instead.

-”...that mating bond I’d hidden so far inside myself grew brighter. Clearer.” Mating bonds are still confusing me.

-”And when it again shone as brilliantly as adamant…” Does adamant exist as a real thing in this world? Am I supposed to assume adamant is some bright material like diamond?

-When Feyre orgasms she’s glowing like a newborn star. I remember this came up in ACOMAF but I still find it amusing.

-”...Rhys shouted my name and found his pleasure.” Couldn’t SJM just use climax instead of pleasure here? Or found his peak?

-I found the sex scene to be kind of mediocre and boring, and I’ve read a lot of fanfiction with a mix of both good and terrible sex scenes too.

-”He kissed one of the whorls of near-black blue ink.” Why go with “near-black blue”? Why not bluish black instead? Or a black tinted with blue? “Near-black blue” is confusing.

-[His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, “but … talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more.”] I’ll believe it when I see it.

-[“Never again,” I promised him, and whispered it over and over as the sunlight drifted across the floor.] Yeah, I’m sure they won’t get separated again.

#anti sjm #anti acowar

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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for the ask-game thingie:

you might not have eaten dirt as a kid, but you definitely had the vibe of it. the rain smells better than perfume to you, and you used to collect pebbles or pretty rocks as a kid and just, have them, hold them, be happy they exists. (or still do)

also, you like the realness of things. the bruises on your knuckles or weight of your jacket on your shoulders, the feel of gentle rain or wind in your hair. money is cool, but not everything, and a book about characters suffering and running and breathing speaks more to you than characters being rich and have mansions and skipping school because they're bored 24/7 repetitively.

also maybe you talk too much, or at least it feels like it with how fast thoughts run through your head. You have a lot of very cool ideas but never enough time to do any of them, and when you do, a single roadblock can throw everything off.

pet a cat, eat a strawberry, have a good's nights rest. this is the curse i bestow upon ye.

(you wrote stuffed bird right? i'm not mixing that up am i? if so, i have a fanart idea, with the sketch done, but now i have to pick between the sketches and choose one to make digital and deciding things is the bane of my existence so. it might be awhile. sorry)

oh this is like. a LOT of stuff. my goodness you went all in one the read okay okay okay

so, i did in fact eat dirt as a kid. and sand. i had like, pica, and also kids are just like that. and collecting cool rocks? definitely did a lot of that! in fact, my husband got me a really cool rock for christmas, it is sitting on my desk, it is a big amethyst geode, it's very cool. i used to specifically collect rocks that had a band around the middle because my grandmother told me they were lucky, but i just generally liked smooth rocks that looked cool. as for rain... rain mostly just smells like rain, but i definitely dislike perfume, so.

and the thing about realness is... interesting. because that's a thing i learned about myself in college doing contact sports. sometimes it just feels good to run hard and get knocked over and get a bruise because you were trying, you know? i don't mean this in a "go hurt yourself" way because that's not really what i mean and isn't the part that like, feels good, but being exhausted and sore after doing something very physical feels good sometimes, right? and then just passing out in bed afterwards. idk it's a very specific emotion but you aren't wrong with it.

also yeah i do tend to talk a lot or talk not at all. sometimes i try to talk and my word machine breaks and i stumble because my thoughts get ahead of my mouth and then i can't talk coherently for a few seconds. so that's a thing that happens. as for ideas... curse you adhd!

so yeah a surprisingly accurate read! i will attempt to sleep well tonight! i cannot pet a cat because i do not know any cats right now, but i will pet a dog at some point in the future!

(and yes i did write stuffed bird! and oh my goodness, don't apologize for taking a while with fanart! any and all fanart of my fics is a wonderful surprise and never expected and ALWAYS delightful, no matter how long it takes!)

#answered #thatonewatercat #ask game

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marshmallowprotection · 11 months

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Hi! I would really love to ask for a romantic match up for my oc If that's okay? I just love all the characters so much, I'm struggling to decide who to put her with. She has been my oc for a while, but I wanted to spice things up by putting her in a different universe for fun, and where better than mystic messenger!

Here is her information:

Name: Yume Nijikawa

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her, but she doesn't mind They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

- Hair: long, fluffy and wavy pastel purple hair with lighter purple and blue highlights. It's hard to describe but it's very pretty!

- Eyes: they're a purplish blue that fades to pastel yellow. The shape is doe like, but droopy.

- Build: short, and despite her delicate nature, Yume is actually kinda ripped bc she's in a figure skating club at her university and she also weight lifts as a hobby!

- Clothing style: She likes to wear soft clothing, mainly in the color white with some pastel accents or accessories. She will buy anything if it has teddy bear, bunny or ocean/fish designs though.

Occupation: She's a university student, and she studies music! (I haven't gotten this far, but in the future she will probably be a singer or in the entertainment industry in some way.)

Personality:

Yume is soft, sleepy, gentle and kind. She's outgoing and enjoys meeting new friends and people, as well as having lots of adventures. Though she is considered an ambivert, so she also enjoys a good amount of alone time. However, she can be dangerous when angry, and tends to be very overprotective of those she cares about. She can get a little crazy when her loved ones are hurt or threatened, so messing around with her is a terrible idea. (So don't let that soft appearance fool you! She's fiesty!)

She's playful and has a good sense of humor! She's also good with communicating her emotions and feelings, and encourages others to do so. I would call her a mom friend but she's more like a grandma friend, always baking sweets for everyone and spoiling people. Tho she will hound her loved ones to take care of themselves and even take matters into her own hands if they won't.

- Positive traits: Loving/Caring, Reliable, Intelligent, Patient, Humble and Respectful.

- Negative traits: Impulsive, overprotective, unforgiving (she holds grudges for life unless they're her loved ones), emotional, gives up pretty easily if it's something for herself. Selfless, majorly.

- Hobbies: DIY crafts (mainly to gift to others), baking and cooking, figure skating, singing and dancing (ballet, ballroom...she can do hip hop and other styles though), weight lifting. She also likes to write, and paint. But her paintings look...quite terrible. She enjoys them regardless.

- Likes: S'mores, tea, marine life/the ocean, bonfires, being around people/people watching, naps, bunnies, and plushies.

- Dislikes: Fighting, people neglecting themselves, checking emails, bullies, heavy perfumes.

Background:

- her backstory is actually a pretty dark, so I'm going to take out a good chunk of things that could be triggering. Just know I'm scrapping the surface with the summary. Bro has been through some stuff lol.

- summed up though, Yume lived in a very rich but distant family. They provided for her, and they treated her well enough. But they never truly cared for her, or hung out with her or did anything special with her. Not even for holidays or her birthday besides the basic card or cake- which she appreciated of course, but she wanted more of their time, and she felt selfish for this. She was also homeschooled until high school, so she had almost no friends in early childhood. Besides a couple playmates her parents arranged to keep her busy.

- So when she was old enough, she began people watching. She took notes on others, how they interacted and what they did as they passed by. Eventually, she took these notes and started to throw herself out into the world. At first she was awkward, and not a lot of people wanted to speak to her. But even so, she did her best. And when she joined a private high school, she managed to make many good friends, and even more so now that she is in college!

There's a lot more but this is the most important part that shaped her.

Additional Information:

Her voice is airy and soft spoken most of the time as well.

And she has a lot of tattoos, her favorite being a blue jellyfish on her arm. She also has a dolphin, and sting rays and seahorses. She wants a full sleeve of marine animal tattoos, and also...she has such a high pain tolerance she is unphased when she gets tattoos. Can just hold cheerful conversations like nothing is happening or she has even taken short naps before during them on accident.

She'd probably like dates either with a lot of adventure, or just napping outside where there is a lot of peaceful nature. She would enjoy camping!

Her love languages are gift giving, quality time, and words of affirmation. I couldn't decide on just one for her.

I match you with...

Jumin!

There is something about your soft and unwavering nature that would speak to him on a level that is hard to explain if you don't know him as well as he allows his inner circle to do so. You know how to meet him in the middle which is saying something because not many people can do that. It is your confidence when it comes to making sure that somebody knows how to say something that needs to be said.

Jumin is well-spoken and read. He knows how to navigate a room! But, when it comes to his emotions, it's a different story. It can be hard for him to say the things that are on his mind because his brain is flowing with a million things a minute.

There is just something about you that lets him slow down and think about what he wants to say. He doesn't have to put up a pretense or wear a mask around you. He can be his most genuine self. He can talk about the things he enjoys more than anything without assuming somebody's going to look at him like a chicken with its head cut off. You don't know how long he has yearned for somebody who enjoys talking to him about everything and anything.

You're the kind of person that would get him out of his assumed comfort zone. He will do many things without second-guessing himself, but you're the one that gets to pull out that wild side of him that's just underneath the surface. He will wind up doing things that nobody ever expected him to try with you. There's Something Beautiful about that. It's about trust and understanding. You give him that. He can only pray that he gives you that in return.

#ask #anon #mod kait #matchup #matchups

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loopy777 · 2 years

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What makes you more likely to want to check out a recommendation/give something a chance? I imagine time is one of them, but with so many things competing for your time what does the deciding factor come down to?

Time is probably the biggest, yes. Availability is another major factor. If I need to sign up for another streaming service, or if hunting down a good pirating source is difficult, then I'll probably prioritize other stuff.

The type/source of recommendation also matters. I'm sure you've noticed, but I have some odd tastes and standards that do not tend to align with the majority. As a result, I've come to treat most recommendations with suspicion. If the source of the recommendation aligns with me on several other opinions -- not just liking the same stuff, but liking it in the same way and/or for the same reasons -- then I'm more likely to be interested. A shipper who recommends something as "just like Avatar!" is going to be regarded with more suspicion that someone makes a similar recommendation but I see engaging in detailed plot and thematic analysis, even if the shipper shares my tastes in couples. Sadly, the lack of conversational community here on Tumblr, combined with anonymous nature of a lot of the communications I get, makes this really hard to gauge, and this is the only place I'm really active these days.

I'm also interested in stuff that is already a little aged and still well-regarded. People are easily hyped for the latest thing, and it's easy to have a first episode or installment that really satisfies, but I've seen far too many examples where a month later no one cares and the thing is completely forgotten, or by the end of a season/series everything has gone off the rails so badly the audience is mad they even gave it a chance in the first place. I've found it most efficient to go for things that are already finished and have been for at least a little while, and are still well-regarded.

And I'll admit I'm a sucker for a charismatic recommendation. If someone says, "This thing is very good. You should try it," that will get a bored nod from me. But if the recommendation is, "This thing is so good, you'll walk away with a sore jaw because IT HITS THAT HARD," then I'm a lot more likely to be interested. Both are equally vacuous as recommendations, but the first one makes the me yawn and the second one sounds exciting. I also tend to assume more intelligence in someone who communicates in the latter way, because they're crafting their recommendation to have an effect; their communications are about both meaning and how that meaning is conveyed. And, of course, a recommendation that feels emotional carries more weight. Stuff that inspires passion in people is always of interest.

(Which isn't to say that adding exclamation points and trite metaphors to your recommendation will make it work better for me. Sometimes, being understated in the right way will have more impact. A wink and a nod at the right moment can sometimes be more intriguing than any amount of gushing.)

It also helps if a recommendation appeals to one of my existing areas of interest. A recommendation for an Ocean's Eleven-style heist story is always going to get a higher priority from me than a recommendation for a feel-good romance, even if the feel-good romance is the best in its entire genre and the heist story is middling. Likewise, comparisons to things I already love can be helpful, as I have a clear idea of what I'm getting into. Saying "this is a thing for people who love Transformers, Star Wars, Spider-Man, and Avatar" is an easy path to top of my To Do list. Essentially, I like to feel safe when trying new things.

But, on that note, the most successful kind of recommendation is always going to be for something I'm already interested in. Sometimes I'm not looking for a real recommendation; I just want that final push towards something I'm already orbiting.

This was fun to think about. I love analyzing myself. XD

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samuraisante · 8 months

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Today is a day

It could be a day where I begin to change, it could not. I guess I have always been changing, slowly, and in strange directions. They all eventually lead forward, whatever I decide to build with me on the way, is my choice. I don't trust myself to change my habits. It feels like something that I will inevitably brush off, so I start brushing off before I ever begin. Maybe one day, maybe two. I don't like doing difficult things. They show me I am nowhere near where I believe I "should" be, and this reminds me of the darkness that I've been encapsulating myself in for many years: grief. I have habits to kick, but they feel like nothing. They feel like something I just made up in my head. I don't see any boundaries made. I pick it back up out of the trash an hour later. I don't know of myself as anything more. Yet somewhere, I do. I've been falling in love again and for me it looks like avoidance, crying, and trying to refrain from apologizing profusely for being who I am. I know it isn't anyone else's responsibility to change me, or fix me, and that's supposed to be the fun part of things. I can decide what to put attention towards, and what to disregard. It's hard to disregard things that have for most of my life felt like facts. I have a part of me that protects every negative thought and believes anything positive is a lie. I end up believing that not even my family cares about me in any way that matters. Which is just upsetting. I am only human, so I will be cared about by humans, humans are imperfect, and don't always know how to express care. Ironically as I'm isolating and convincing myself that no one cares about me, or that they are better off if I didn't exist, I tend to show them little regard and live as though I do not care about them, even though I do. Nobody else can fix me, and so, I feel guilt that I am too much for anyone to fix. I am inconsolable at times, and the emotions I feel are often responses to facts of life, and facts about myself that I don't know if I can accept. The weight of everything feels just too much, and I feel the only answer is to avoid feeling alive as much as possible. I retreat deeply into a world all my own, and though I feel fear about many things, I pretend that I feel none. Today is a day, and it can be a day where I decide to change. To let go of envy for people who already seem to have their whole lives together. Let go of the guilt over being myself, and the miserable feeling of not being "anything special". Everyone is unique, and I get to be just one singular person in a world of many, many people. My roots are multicolored. There is pain and there is strength. There is suffering and there is great joy. I may only be able to see the grey wilted parts of myself, while missing altogether what shines. It feels to be anything good I have to be something unattainable, something far away from who I am. But I am many things. I cannot be defined by some singular picture, and neither can anyone else. I hope I am special, to someone.

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voidfuldreams · 11 months

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i’m packing up my room tonight. i was supposed to start a lot earlier in the day, but i got distracted doing laundry and procrastinating. also, i slept in for the first time in ages (yippee) and i thought that was worth mentioning.

I’m not sure what it is about packing that’s so tiring? but my back is absolutely killing me. it feels like i’ve literally just decided to carry the entire weight of my bedroom on my back. why. i am just taking posters off my walls.

it’s a little difficult going through my things for two reasons:

a) i’ve limited myself to three boxes of things, and the rest gets donated or dumped. the apartment im moving into is a shoebox and i’d rather not overcrowd it so i’m trying to cull as much as possible. so this makes picking and choosing what i’m taking relatively difficult, because sure i have a rough idea of what i want to take with me but actually going through everything is tiring. feels like i don’t know where to start.

b) going through a lot of my stuff tends to get emotional. i find goodbye letters from friends, things i haven’t seen in forever. some of it just strikes a chord and makes me all stupid and teary. which is dumb because ??? like fuck off it’s literally just junk.

but yeah i don’t know it’s fun! i like packing because it’s throwing away all the shit and the emotional baggage i’ve been hanging onto for years now. i’ve also decided to get rid of a bunch of my old sketchbooks (everything is digitised anyway and they’re old old so i don’t even remember what’s in them) which is good, but looking through some of the notebooks from the last few years where i was failing school and doodling to waste time kinda hit hard.

don’t get me wrong, i was trying to focus on school. but you can see me loose hope and get distracted and then just give up. it’s kind of funny though bc my drawings were banger in those notebooks so i took photos of them and then threw the books out.

i’m gonna live out of a suitcase for the next month and a half, because i don’t really do much other than work anyway so i’ll just leave out one or two pairs of pants, my work uniform, underwear and a few hoodies. then i can just pack that up on moving day and head out.

i’ve already laid awake for hours every night thinking about what i’ll bring with me and how i want my room to look. i’m so excited.

also! i’m going to build a pc so i can get my work done for my diploma. i have no idea how to build a pc, but i’m going to do it. i’m also incredibly excited for that. i’ve dreamt about doing that since i was a little kid and now i finally have the freedom and the space to do it.

i should probably mention i made it into the tafe course! i’ve signed my apartment’s contract too, so both of those are sorted! it’s no longer a hypothetical anymore, it’s straight up happening. i can’t wait. i am literally buzzing with excitement.

now all that’s left for me to do is land that starbucks job. i’m waiting for a phone call from them to see if i got the job or not. i’m trying to think positive because i feel like i aced that interview and they would definitely want me, so i have to keep manifesting that it’s going to happen. because that would absolutely be perfect. it’s at a train station a few stops away from mine. fifteen minutes travel time tops, and because i’ll be living right near the train station it’s not even a long walk. so convenient.

i’m writing this because i’m taking a break for my back to reset while i’m taking all the posters off my walls.

something smells burnt outside.

until next time

#being dramatic i guess #voidfuldreams #positive vent #vent #rant?#uhhhh

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dycefic · 3 years

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Have An Evil Day

No prompt this time, just a sequel to ‘Welcome To Evil-Mart’

Working at Evil-Mart is usually… well, it’s retail. It’s physically exhausting, you have to deal with a lot of idiots without being overtly rude, and your feet hurt. Even though the hours and pay are very good, the benefits are great, and our bosses treat us well compared to most retail employees, it’s still not what I’d call a fun job.

But it’s not what I’d call dull, either. Especially not on days like today.

I was promoted to supervisor after the Food Poisoning Incident, so I have a little more authority and a little less obligation to be pleasant and I got issued a weighted cosh because sometimes Evil-Mart customers get… feisty. I’d never had to use it, though, because those who hadn’t seen what I did to Majority Rules, either in person or on one of the cell-phone videos that circulated afterwards, had at least heard about it. They didn’t give me any trouble.

I was halfway through my shift, and the worst things that’d happened had been running out of croissants and a machine oil spill in Aisle Seven, when our greeter pressed the alarm button, which sent an alert to my handset. As front-end supervisor, that meant me, so I went over. Sam, who is unusual in the henching community for having actually aged out rather than ‘being retired’ jerked his chin in the direction of a tall, swaggering figure. “He just came in,” he whispered.

I did a full double-take before I took it in. Superdyne. Fucking Superdyne.

We’d all heard about his dramatic heel-turn a couple of months ago. The whole world had heard about it. Superdyne, who’d skated closer and closer to the line for years, had decided to cross it in a blaze of bloodshed. He was a villain now, he said. There’d been a whole speech about how ingratitude had driven him to it blah blah blah.

I work at Evil-Mart. I’m from a hench family. If someone becomes a supervillain because they hate Mondays or want to turn us all into dinosaurs or whatever, I don’t judge. I will sell depth-charges and laser guns to anyone who can prove they’re over eighteen without hesitation. But even we get kind of grossed out by the ‘I am forced to turn evil because I haven’t been given enough love’ thing. People who are actually so fucked up by emotional abuse or neglect or some superhero killing their family, we’re fine with them. But they don’t say that’s why they do it, and most of them need a lot of therapy to even realize it. People who actually say that’s why are entitled dickwads.

And now the dickwad had walked into Evil-Mart like he was entitled. Like he thought he was one of us.

“Lockdown protocols,” I told Sam quietly. “On my authorisation.” That takes a minute or two, though, so I went over to talk to Superdyne. “Sir, I have to ask how you even knew where to find this place.”

He smirked at me. “I have my ways,” he said smugly. He’d either bribed or beaten someone, that was my guess. “So this is where the villains shop? We all thought you went to Wal-Mart.” He laughed, like he thought it was clever.

“Yes, so you all say,” I said dryly. I didn’t feel like pretending he was the first person to make the bad joke. “My next question, sir, is what made you think it was a good idea to come in here.”

He spread his hands. “I’m one of you now!” he said happily. “I’m a bad guy! So now I guess I shop where the bad guys shop!” He looked around, frowning a little. “Although I was expecting more weapons and explosives. A… more villainous atmosphere. I didn’t know Evil-Mart had fresh produce.”

“I don’t advise buying herbs here unless you’re a magical practitioner. Some of them have… unusual effects.” A lot of our produce is normal stuff, but some of it not only isn’t legal, it doesn’t exist anywhere else.

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. But the bright lights and the bakery?”

“We have excellent gluten-free breads. In many ways, Superdyne, this is just another store. We have sales, we mark down the breads in the afternoon, we even have a PA system.” I pulled out my handset, and thumbed the button that tied it to the PA. “Attention, shoppers,” I said in my most soothing Customer Service voice, which made him grin. “Evil-Mart wishes to inform you – “ The countdown on my handset reached zero, and I turned to look at the entrance as a huge blast door thudded down. That was the last part of the sequence – staff outside the area were already in lockdown and security were on their way. I smiled, and continued almost without a pause. “- That we are in lockdown at this time, due to the presence of Superdyne in the store. Please remain calm, and be advised that security are on their way to deal with the problem. If you have a personal grudge that you wish to address with Superdyne at this time, he is standing near Register Six with a stupid expression on his face.”

He was staring at me, stunned. “But… but…” he stammered, and damned if he didn’t look puzzled. “But I’m one of you now!”

“No,” I said flatly. “You were always evil, that’s true, but you’ll never be one of us. And for the record, I’m one of the people with a personal grudge. All those henchmen you’ve killed and maimed had families, asshole… and they all shop here.”

He swung at me, then, but I spent years in hench training. Even someone super-strong can be dodged, and once I slammed my cosh into his groin a few times his punches got a lot more aimless. Around then, Tiger Ty came over the register, claws out and snarling, and I figured I should stand out of the way.

About ten minutes later, I turned on the PA again. “Clean-up to Register Six,” I called, in the same special voice. “Category 7, class three. Shoppers, please be advised that lockdown is now lifted but Register Six will be closed until clean-up is completed.”

Hunter, who’d been working Register Six, came out from underneath it. He looked a little green. Well, he was still in his teens, this was probably his first fatal mobbing. “What’s Category 7?” he asked in a shaky voice. “I haven’t heard that before.”

“Biohazard.”

“Oh. Class three?”

“Send three people. He was a juicy one.” I stepped away from a spreading puddle of blood. “Run and get a couple of caution signs we can put around this mess.” I eyed it measuringly. “And one of those fifteen-gallon plastic tubs with a lid, I’ll damage it out.”

He eyed the mess. “Are you sure that’s big enough?”

“Yeah, the average human is only about seventeen gallons by volume, and I’m not going to put all the blood and mush in there, just the big pieces.”

He gulped. “Ah. Yes, ma’am.”

I called after him when he ran off. “One of the black tubs, not a clear one!” Which honestly should only be common sense, but you can’t count on a flustered teenager to have common sense.

We frown on killing customers at Evil-Mart, up to a point… but when a particularly murderous super-hero walks into our store, well, that’s something else. I’d have to fill out a ton of paperwork, though.

I had to chase off one of Doctor Malign’s minons and two members of the Genetic Reign before the clean-up crew arrived, both of whom urgently wanted samples. In the end I scraped a few pieces of liver and unidentified organ into two of the bags we use for possibly-contaminated money just to make them go away. (They’re good customers, and it was just going to go in the trash anyway.)

By the time the clean-up was done, all the big pieces were boxed up, and I’d finished the paperwork, my shift had been over for twenty minutes, and I’d been asked to come up to the boss’s office.

“Listen, I have no issues with how you handled the situation, I want you to know that.” Mr Trent leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips together. “It was quick, it was efficient, and… given your personal history with Superdyne, not to mention mine and that of half of our customer base… richly deserved.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. It came out too meek, and I cleared my throat and straightened up. It’s hard not to be intimidated by Mr Trent, when you’re in the same room with him. It’s not his fault, and he does his best, but even under the strictest control his fear-inducing powers tend to unsettle anyone who gets too close. We all know he’s not doing it on purpose and we try not to show our reactions. “Do you have any orders regarding the remains?”

“Doctor Order wants them.” He rubbed his chin. “Get someone from the pharmacy to prepare samples for him, please, including brain tissue. He’s our primary supplier, and we can’t offend him. As for the rest… as you know, I’m retired, and I don’t usually participate in the Endless War.” One of his hands dropped to his left thigh. His prosthetic leg is some of Doctor Order’s best work, but the injury that led to his retirement had been brutal even by our standards. “But this is different. Superdyne came here. To our place of safety. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

I nodded. “Do you want the remains dumped somewhere public? Some kind of dramatic display?”

“No. Something more direct.” He rubbed his chin again, then tapped the intercom on his desk. “Iris, please send up Miss Fedorova from Marketing and Mr Levy from the warehouse.”

“Yes, sir,” Iris responded, and he clicked off the intercom again.

“The three of you worked together very well, during the food poisoning incident,” he explained. “And I believe they can assist us in a satisfactory conclusion.” He hesitated, then smiled ruefully. “Perhaps you should wait outside until they get here. I can tell I’m unsettling you.”

“Sir, I know you’re not – “

“Not doing it on purpose.” He sighed. “I do appreciate how hard you all work to make me feel… accepted, I really do. But I’m very annoyed right now, which makes control more difficult for me, so I think we’d both be more relaxed if you waited outside while I do my meditation exercises.”

I waited outside. When the three of us went into his office again, the miasma of low-level fear was definitely a bit lighter, and he smiled. “All right. Now, this conversation is going to be very confidential, and I will remind you all of the agreements you signed when you were employed.” We all chorused agreement, and he nodded. “Good. Now, this is very much a secret, even among Evil-Mart staff, but we do have a few online clients who are… ah… on the other side of the fence.”

Ms Fedorova blinked. “What?”

Knuckles sighed. “We ship to a few heroes,” he explained. “The ones who are… less homo than sapiens, if you get my drift.”

I didn’t, and from her expression Ms Fedorova didn’t either. Mr Trent spread his hands, drawing our eyes to his fingers. Which as a rule nobody looks at, because there’s fourteen of them, with four joints in each finger, and we know he’s self-conscious about it. “The less… purely human ones,” he said quietly. “One of the reasons I created Evil-Mart was to give those who can’t pass for human, like me, a place to be… people. To have dignity. So that the obligate carnivores weren’t reduced to living on pet-food or scavenging for scraps, so that those with complex metabolisms could get the supplements they need so that people who are still people, for all their outward differences, could shop in safety. There are a great many more monsters, demigods, abominations of science and other non-standard persons among our set than among the heroes, and I wanted to meet their needs, as well as selling weapons and Lair-away-from-home sets and so on.”

“And there are a few heroes who order from us for that reason,” Knuckles added. “The ones who can’t get medications to suit their metabolism, or need to eat things that you can’t get easily anywhere else.”

I nodded, because that much I understood. We have some very esoteric ‘dietary supplies’ that start with fresh, healthy, well-treated and disease-free prey animals frozen whole (from mouse up to calf and goat kept in stock, larger sizes by pre-order, halal and kosher certified where possible) and end with human blood (rejected blood bank stock mostly, we have an arrangement), and human flesh and organs (sourced from hospitals, morgues and crematoriums, guaranteed no murder, at least not by us). “Well, I suppose that makes sense. I’m surprised we ship to them, though.”

“Oh, they don’t know we know. It’s all assumed names and secret bank accounts.” Knuckles grinned. “But Mr Trent has all our online customers identified before we ship. And for the ones who don’t have any other options, well… we let it slide.”

“I can see why you don’t want that to get out.” Ms Fedorova tapped her chin. “What does this have to do with disposing of the body? I was planning to set up a really ghoulish display in a public place somewhere, I already have some sketches.” Marketing for Evil-Mart is… well, it includes more than designing our sale flyers.

“No. We’re going to deliver them to a hero… one of the ones who owes us… and make it very clear that just because someone decides to admit he’s a villain, that doesn’t make him one of us and it doesn’t entitle him to union services,” Mr Trent said flatly. “I want to make it crystal clear to all of them that a heel turn does not mean their sins are forgiven, or that we will accept them as anything other than a very brief amusement.”

Late that night – we were all on overtime, but it couldn’t be done in daylight – we wheeled a cart down the run-down hallway of a shoddy apartment building. “This is a terrible address for a hero,” Ms Fedorova muttered. “Are we sure he lives here?”

“I deliver here a couple of times a month.” Knuckles was pushing the cart. “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Ms Fedorova cleared her throat, coughed once or twice, and suddenly her voice was deeper and her very faint Russian accent was as thick as pea soup. “This is intimidation tactic,” she said, grinning toothily. “Do not act surprised.”

I knocked on the door, but let Knuckles do the talking. “Delivery, Mr West,” he called, using the fake name the guy had been giving.

It worked… the door was unlocked and opened almost immediately. “I scheduled the order for next – “ the mark said, and then we were pushing inside, slamming the door behind us.

“Do not be alarmed, Mr… Dinoid, is it?” Ms Fedorova said, folding her arms. “Evil-Mart is knowing all along your real identity. But you are needing to eat, and we are not turning down regular business, so we make no trouble.”

Knuckles rolled his eyes behind her back at how much she was hamming it up, but I waved a hand. Let her have her fun. So Knuckles started unloading the boxes onto the table while she talked. “First, your Budget Bunny Box. Your favourite, da?” The next box, smaller, plunked down. “Two fresh chickens, halal certified, healthy and having lived good life, gift for good customer.” Knuckles dumped the plastic tub on the floor. “And mortal remains of Superdyne, with note.”

Dinoid was staring at us, but that made him shift into a combat stance, his long claws spread. “The… Superdyne’s dead? And in there?”

“Well. Most of him. The big pieces.” Ms Fedorova shrugged an impressively Russian shrug. I hadn’t even known that was a thing, but when she did it, it was obvious. “You must understand, when a mob tears a man apart, it is hard to find every little piece.”

“I’m pretty sure Doctor Malign and the Genetic Reign took off with doggy bags,” I said, as if I hadn’t handed them over myself. “And Doctor Order probably has some of him too, by now. So looking out for clones would be a good idea, I don’t know if that’s in the note.”

Insofar as that reptilian face could show readable expressions, he looked shocked. “Why on earth would… why? He changed sides? And why did you bring him to me?”

“We know your address, we know you don’t want to turn us in because we’re the only ones who can supply your meals, and our boss wanted us to make this very clear.” I indicated the note. Since Ms Fedorova was hamming up her Sexy Russian Supervillain act, and Knuckles was very obvious Muscle, I figured it was on me to be the Reasonable One. “He might have stopped being a hero, but that didn’t make him one of us. That didn’t make him acceptable to us. Our boss wants it made very clear that your failures shouldn’t expect to be accepted by us… or even spared by us.”

He shifted slowly, the tip of his tail twitching. “I… see. I understand why you would reject Superdyne. He was notorious for killing and maiming people on… your side. But I know other defectors have been accepted. Philomel, for example.”

“Philomel was child of villains. She is young, she is rebellious, she sides with heroes for a while.” Ms Fedorova shrugged. “Is understandable, da? The young do foolish things. She comes home, all is forgiven.”

He nodded slowly. “Tenebrous?”

“That story I don’t know.” Ms Fedorova glanced at me.

I nodded. “Tenebrous was just a kid. He was twelve when Varide recruited him. Nineteen when he broke with the guy. Varide put a kid into combat, left him with massive PTSD, then ditched him when he had a breakdown and went too far. Mx Frantique at least made sure he had a safe place to stay and some therapy.”

“It’s happened a few times.” Knuckles rested his elbows on the cart’s handles, his inhumanly big, strong hands dangling. “But there’s a process. A system. If someone’s sponsored by a villain in good standing, like Frantique sponsoring Tenbrous, they can be accepted. Nobody gets to just choose to join. Especially not a smug, entitled prick like Superdyne.”

Ms Fedorova suddenly leaned forward, scowling. “And why are you called Dinoid? You are not dinosaur. You are clearly monitor lizard. Golden monitor, I think.” She reached out and prodded his arm. “And not healthy, either. Look at colouration! You do not keep environment humid enough. Are having trouble with shedding, da?”

Now we were all staring at her. “You’re a lizard expert now?” Knuckles asked.

She shrugged. “What? Is hobby. Mamma’s little Varanus Acanthurus are pride and joy. Sadly, cannot keep larger monitors in city. Is unkind.”

Dinoid ran a hand over his head slowly. “Not many people realize,” he said slowly. “That’s why I order from you guys. I used to get frozen… food… from a pet supplier, but then I got contacted by someone who told me there was another option.”

“Is good thing. Those pet suppliers, they are rogues. They do not keep animals healthy, can get diseases or mites from those things.” Ms Fedorova sniffed. “I would never buy from them. My babies would get sick.”

He actually chuckled, then, seeming to relax a bit. “You’re not wrong. After… this happened… I got really sick a couple of times before I figured out what to eat, and where to get it. And even the reputable suppliers don’t always have the healthiest stock.” He opened his mouth wide, making a gagging noise. “You have no idea how bad that ‘reptile food’ is. Eating whole animals may be a little disgusting, but it’s nothing to some of that stuff.”

“I believe it,” I said emphatically. “There’s a reason Evil-Mart has such an extensive pet-food line. The horror stories we hear from some of our customers… well, you’d believe it, I bet, but most humans just look confused.”

Knuckles nodded, and spread his hands. “People who can’t pass for regular humans… or even for people, the way most normies see it… are a lot more common on our side of the fence than yours. That’s why we delivered to you. We figured you really needed it.”

“Does he order from the pharmacy?” Ms Fedorova was around behind him now, examining his back. “He is having calcium deficiency, am betting. He needs nutritional supplement.”

“I take a nutritional supplement,” he said defensively.

“The one for normal-sized lizards is not enough for man-sized monitor/human hybrid,” she said firmly. “Check pharmacy section next time. We are having excellent selection of supplements for hybrids, and chart to tell you how much to take for body-mass.”

He looked back and forth between the three of us. “You people are… not what I would have expected from an evil supermarket.”

“We may be… morally challenged,” I said, shrugging, “but we’re not heartless.” I looked around his tiny, shabby apartment. “Unlike some of your lot. I thought you were on a team. Why are you living here?”

He ducked his head. “I couldn’t live at the base,” he said, his tail drooping. “My… I made people uncomfortable. And the stipend isn’t much.”

“Isn’t much? With the merchandising deals they have?” Ms Fedorova sounded shocked, and the accent had dropped back a lot. “I know for a fact that if the accountants ever got hold of their books they’d owe more in back taxes than… well, than Evil-Mart would if our illegal product arm ever got discovered. And we pay our taxes on the legitimate stuff scrupulously.”

Dinoid blinked rapidly, though I couldn’t tell whether he was more surprised by her suddenly dropping her act or the idea that Evil-Mart pays taxes. “You do?”

“Of course. Not under that name, of course, there’s a shell company.” She sniffed. “All villains do. Al Capone, you know. We’re not getting caught that way again.”

Knuckles and I both nodded when he looked at us, and he shook his head. “Huh. Makes sense, I guess.”

“It does.” I looked around again. The place really was crappy. “I know it’s a personal question, Mr… West, but under the circumstances I’d like to know… how much is that stipend?”

He looked down at the floor for a while, then cleared his throat. “Uh. $1100 a month.”

We all stared at him. Ms Fedorova’s mouth fell open. Knuckles looked shocked, and I was horrified. “$1100 a month?!” I asked, my voice coming out louder than I’d intended. “For risking your life on a superhero team?! I have teenaged cashiers working part-time who make more than that!”

He looked almost as startled as we did. “For working a cash register?!”

“Evil-Mart pays pretty good.” Knuckles shrugged. “But that stipend is disgusting.”

“You are being exploited,” Ms Fedorova said, sounding really aghast. “That is terrible. Why, baseline henchman pay is twice that, and there are danger bonuses and…” Her voice dropped suddenly. “You don’t have a union, do you?”

“A union? Of course we don’t have a…” He trailed off. “You mean you do?”

“Of course we do. An extremely well-armed one.” Ms Fedorova folded her arms. “Henchmen And Allied Industries has represented us for generations. The last time a supervillain executed a union henchman for failure, he was boiled in oil… literally. On camera. Oh, of course some of the less reputable villains just pick up small-time trash from the streets, untrained rabble from the gangs and so on, so they can treat them as disposable, but we union members are skilled workers, with rights and protections. I bet you don’t even get overtime.”

“Of course not. Crime happens when it happens, and we have to…” He trailed off. “You guys get overtime?”

“We’re getting double time and a half for this conversation. And an extra day off.”

His eyes widened again. “Really? Wow, that’s… even when I was working a regular job, before this, I didn’t get pay like that.” He looked down at his hands and bared his teeth in what looked like an unhappy expression. “And now I can’t work anything but this kind of job. People don’t like having a scary dinosaur in their restaurant.”

There was a long pause.

“You can cook?” Ms Fedorova asked carefully.

“Yeah. I worked in my parents’ restaurant before… this.” He gestured at himself. “They were killed when we were attacked, and I was… changed.”

We all looked at each other. “After you’ve returned Superdyne’s remains to whoever you consider appropriate,” I said, grabbing a notepad and scribbling down my number, “I’d like you to give me a call. Evil-Mart is always hiring in the bakery and deli, and I mean always. Most bad guys aren’t great cooks. We don’t know why, it just seems to be one of those things.”

“You want me to join the bad guys?”

“I want you to work in a bakery. Villains and henchmen need to eat, and so do their families. Nobody’s going to ask you to rip superheroes in half, just maybe make a sandwich that won’t give anyone food poisoning.”

“That’s a regular concern?”

“Six months ago the three of us ran Evil-Mart’s physical store completely unassisted for most of a day because the only people who weren’t down with food poisoning were the ones who’d had the vegetarian and kosher meals.” I shuddered at the recollection. “Trust me. Someone who can cater staff functions without a major disaster would never have to live in an apartment like this working for us.”

“And we get full benefits, including dental.” Knuckles was shaking his head. “I bet you don’t even get hospital.”

“What hospital would take me? I always figured I’d go to the zoo and talk to the vet if – “

Ms Fedorova actually put her arms around him. “You,” she told him firmly, “are going to resign your terrible exploitative job, and then I will personally sponsor you to the union immediately. I have a spare room. You will like it. Humidity and temperature can be set just how you like, and Mamma Yelena will take you to real doctor expert in health of hybrids.”

“Those exist?” he asked, sounding a bit overwhelmed.

“Yeah, the Genetic Reign has like three of them,” I said sympathetically. “Listen, you can take some time to think it over, but you don’t have to put up with this kind of exploitation just because you don’t look human. Nearly a third of Evil-Mart’s staff can’t pass, and they’re treated just like everyone else.”

Superdyne’s dramatic demise got a lot of news coverage. Apparently it came as a real shock to the ‘good guys’ that there were some monsters even the superest villains wouldn’t embrace.

Dinoid no longer exists. Ismail Jameel works at Evil-Mart, and has expanded our fresh food lines a lot already. He’s a nice guy, and after Ms Fedorova told everyone how disgustingly he’d been exploited by those so-called ‘heroes’, he was welcomed with open arms. Literally, in at least one case – he’s dating someone from the warehouse, I’ve heard, though I don’t know who. He says we should rename the store, because we suck at being evil.

But evil is a really relative term. It can mean the blackest depravity, or a moment of viciousness, or even just ‘people on the other side’. Evil-Mart is called that because everyone, at least everyone on our side, is welcome. Plus, we all think it’s funny that the least-evil megacorporation is called ‘Evil-Mart’. What can we say? Bad guys have a sense of humour too.

Have an evil day!

#welcome to Evil Mart #good is not just good #evil is not just evil #people are complicated #and so is retail #tw graphic #tw gore #tw violence #tw murder #it's a supervillain story #supervillain shit happens #you are now warned

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omiscurls · 3 years

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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mediocrevideopodcast · 2 years

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Square Up

Request: If I may 👉👈 A Raph request (either a short fic or headcannons whatever you feel like doing) with an s/o who likes to fight alongside him/train with him, and isn’t necessarily trying to lose weight so much as gain strength when doing so. Possibly also with a scene where s/o has to throw/pick up something heavy (or maybe him idk👀) to his surprise and actually does it. Big “THATS MY WIFE” energy.

Pairing:

Raphael/Reader (Established Relationship)

Content Warnings: Reader gets into a fight (with mutants), brief description of injury. No angst! Reader is playfully referred to as Wife, but no pronouns or gender is actually assigned.

Word Count: 991

Working out with your partner can genuinely be such a fun experience, and he really treasures this time with you!

He really loves that you’re doing this fully for yourself. It’s one thing to do it for health reasons, but it’s another to do it because you’re passionate about getting stronger, getting faster, and having fun with it! That’s his view on it, and he’s happy that you share the same outlook.

He may or may not try to show off a little bit. What, can you blame him?

But what he didn’t expect was for you to do the same! And not gonna lie, watching you bench THAT much got his heart pounding a bit.

Strong believer in always having enough water, and eating the best foods at the proper time to really help build up that muscle. He may not have the numbers to break the whole process down, but he knows exactly when, what, and how to eat because of his own experiences with training.

He’s happy that you can handle yourself in a fight, whether it’s with a random shitty person or a mutant wreaking havoc in New York. As we all know, he worries a lot about those he cares for, but knowing that you’re strong enough to hold your own puts his mind at ease.

He’s really good at teaching you fighting and self-defense techniques, but the ones he tends to focus on are ones that help you use your body weight as leverage, along with ones from awkward angles. When Raph really started getting into training with Splinter, he always had the strongest interest in Krav Maga, although Splinter ended up disciplining him in the art of Aikido, and he’s very thankful for that decision. He’s very self-aware of how much damage he could actually do if he wasn’t super aware of himself, so that softness that’s emphasized in Aikido is really important to him. So when he’s teaching you, that certainly bleeds over.

The first time you managed to flip him in a full-speed practice was so fucking awesome, you feel like you could have fought a damn army. He was so proud too!

But sometimes, he really forgets how strong you actually are. But oh boy, when you demonstrate that, he pretty much falls in love all over again.

You could write about the eloquence of a brawl for hours, but in truth, nothing can compare to the real deal. The raw emotion as fists fly is incomparable to any word in the dictionary, nevermind the adrenaline coursing through your veins or the blood dripping from your throbbing cheek. Your mouth aches, and your teeth doubly so. But you’re alive, and you intend to keep it that way. You haven’t got the time to wipe away the blood from your face, but even if you did, you don’t think you would.

You wouldn’t say this was a mission gone wrong, but you certainly didn’t expect to be fighting this hard. Not that you mind, of course.

The ground shakes beneath your feet as you circle the hulking brute in front of you. The man is tall — a foot or two taller than Raph, if you had to guess — and nothing but intimidating. Its hardened red skin is stained with blood, although you can’t tell whether it's yours or its own at this point. It flicks its tail, flexing its claws and beating its gargantuan wings behind it as it tilts its head, sizing you up and deciding its next move.

It growls, closing the distance with thundering footsteps and grabbing onto your arm. You slam your hand into the tender meat of its wrist and twist your body, breaking free from its hold before throwing a punch back into its solar plexus. You might not have the height to hit it where you want it, but damn if you’re not gonna find a way to do some damage anyways. It stumbles, huffing with a shake of its head before launching back towards you. Its hulking hands fist your shirt, pulling you closer to its frame with another outstretched claw no doubt aching to crush your skull between its hands.

But it doesn’t lift you off the ground, and that’s when you strike.

You grab its wrist with one hand and roll your head under before grabbing its shoulder with your other, jabbing your elbow into its wrist so that it bends around your smaller body. It stumbles, wings flying out behind it in an effort to steady itself, but you waste no time in rolling the beast and throwing it over your shoulder. It hits the ground hard, but when you move to cage it and subdue it, it doesn’t move.

Maybe it hit the ground a bit harder than you thought.

You dust your hands off, kicking the beast one last time to make sure it’s properly out.

“No way! Guys, did you see that? That’s my wife right there!”

Raph’s voice damn near makes you jump out of your skin, but damn if it doesn’t make you smile. He’s just managed to subdue his own opponent — a beast not unlike the one you fought.

He beams, eyes shining with nothing but pride and pure adoration. You probably look like a mess right now, but with the way he’s gazing at you, you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

“Uh, sorry to ruin your little moment,” Donnie interjects, “But we could use some help over here!”

You wipe the blood off your cheek with the side of your hand with a laugh before running over with Raph to join the rest of the fight. You two glance at each other, grinning before squaring up against the next opponent. Nothing will stand in your guys’ way, not if you have anything to say about it.

“So,” you laugh, “You want a Spring wedding or an Autumn wedding?”

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine #rottmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #raphael hamato x reader #TMNT x reader #tmnt imagine

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Can you pleaseeeeee write a dad!Tommy fic where he and his wife reader are down in the stables of Arrow House seeing their new racehorse or something, but they bring their adorable little baby boy Edward down with them and omg they are the cutest family, literally soft dad dad-husband Tommy uwu! And his wife is holding little Teddy while tommy tends to the horse and then Teddy cries out wanting his daddy, saying his first ever word, which is “dada” and Tommy isn’t afraid to be emotional about being his baby boy’s first word (maybe proud papa Tommy says to his wife I can’t wait to find out what our future other children say for their first words)

Tommy & Teddy supremacy

Thank you for this cute request! I changed it up a little bit with how Tommy reacted but hopefully it's still what you are looking for! XO

Rating - G - Kids being cute little bundles of squish, father issues, Tommy being a good dad

You struggled to get Teddy settled into his winter get up, everything had to be done in specific steps. Tommy had gifted him a small stuffed horse and the boy refused to put it down. Arm in one sleeve, then pass the horse over to that arm to get the other one in the jacket. Once his boots were tied you held him to your side for a moment enjoying the weight of his head resting on your shoulder.

“Let’s go find dad eh? I think he’s got a present for you.” He rubbed his face in my scarf in response. You figured it was a nod of sorts.

You made your way along the path down to the stables. The grass was covered in a fresh frost and the wind was sharp with the first cold of winter. Tommy had bought another horse, a giant black beast. Apparently he wanted her to settle here at the house rather than down on the docs with the rest of the horses.

Something that would make Teddy happy to no end. Tommy hadn't taken him to see a real horse yet. Teddy had been to Small health less and less as current conflicts had picked up. You had speculated that’s why the horse was to stay here for the time being.

As soon as you got into the stable you saw Tommy, sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, as if not even the cold air would dare to challenge him. He was hard at work prepping one of the stalls.

As soon as Teddy saw him there he started squirming and reaching for Tommy.

“Da” he said in a needy tone. The shock of the moment hit you, of course that was his first word. The only thing he loved more than his little horse was the man who gave it to him. Such a simple world, but you were grateful it was a world of coddling and simplicity. Teddy deserved a dad that loved him.

You and Tommy shared a wide eyed look then looked back to the fussing babe.

“DA!” He said louder and more determined. You passed him over to Tommy, Teddy’s little fist closed around his shirt and he pressed his cheek into Tommy’s chest. He started up at his father with a look of unconditional love and amazement.

Tommy looked away and you could feel how the moment twisted up his soul. His body suddenly vibrated from the situation. The discomfort of not knowing how to process and interact, mixed with the battle of knowing it would just be easier to push it down. His eyes were a little misty and it was breaking your heart to see him standing there so lost.

You decided to help him out. Coming to stand next to him Tommy’s other arm wrapped around your shoulder trightly and you felt him place a kiss on top of your head. You brushed Teddy’s little fist with your finger.

“That’s right Teddy! That's da.” You pointed to Tommy and the boy’s face lit up and he rubbed itto Tommy’s shoulder. You swore you felt Tommy’s body shiver.

“Da loves you baby.” You said while tapping his nose with your finger, he giggled. Your heart swelled, you had a lot of long nights wondering if the babe would have a happy childhood. But seeing his eyes shine for the affection of both his parents gave you the impression he knew he was loved.

You coddled him further knowing you were saying the words Tommy wanted to, he only gripped you tighter.

“I Love you Edward.” He eventually got the words out and your heart ached as much as the boy’s face lit up. “You want to see your horse eh?”

Teddy held up his stuffy triumphantly showing his competence.

“Da got you a better one” Tommy drifted from your side over to the holding pen. He said something in Romani and the horse came over pressing its face into Tommy’s other shoulder. Teddy looked a mix of awe and horror at the sheer size of the horse.

“She’s big, eh? Gonna win us a lot of races.” Tommy took his little hand and pressed it on the horse's snout. Part of you was uneasy about the horse being that close to the little one, but he was in Tommy’s arms so you kept it to yourself.

You went to sit down on the bench not too far away. Listened to them sort out what to name her. Eventually Teddy’s face and chubby fingers were flush from the cold and Tommy led you both back up to the house. He put Teddy down on the couch in the living room once the two of you got him out of his layers.

Tommy snagged you by your arm pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered into your ear, you placed a small kiss to his neck as he held you there for a moment. Teddy soon demanded to be a part of the hug and Tommy scooped him up holding you both close.

“Wonder what the other’s first words will be, eh?”

“Oh there’s going to be more is there?” You said with a raised eyebrow.

“Already started working on the second” He gave you a wink and your face flushed.

“I dont care as long as its not fuck.” You said quietly moving out of the hug to shrug out of your coat.

“FUCK!” Teddy said proudly. You let out a groan and Tommy let out a rare hearty laugh. You hated what you’d caused but you wouldn't change it for the world hearing that laugh.

“Well, now I know he’ll fit right in.” Tommy said, slightly breathless.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby & kids #Dad Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby request #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders one shot #Tommy shelby fluff

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