#anyone who says otherwise needs to seek help

[angelltheninth]

Genshin Men + Omegaverse Status

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, mating cycle, possessiveness, biting, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamic, knotting

A/N: Omegaverse is one of my favorite tropes (genres?) and it actually help me figure out some gender stuff so yeah, love it.

ALPHA - Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Dottore, Wriothesley, Zhongli

They don't always seem like alphas, there are times where they are so gentle towards the people they love that no one would think they have a harder side. However on the other hand they will snap at anyone who so much as looks at their mate wrong, their possessive and competitive nature ready to make things ugly if it's necessary. Fuck seeing or talking to anyone while they're in rut, the only thing you should do is keep taking their knot, or better yet stay on their knot the entire time, being thoroughly breed no matter where you yourself are in your mating cycle.

BETA - Diluc, Thoma, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Tighnari

No need to prove their love to anyone around you. They don't need to, you have their mating bite on your neck, and they have yours, that's the only proof that anyone needs that you're a couple. Anyone who says otherwise will need to tell them why they feel like they deserve you more. Depending on your own status they might let you be more dominating but most of the time they like to be the ones doing the fucking. That being said you can ride them as much as you want to, and if their cock can't keep up their mouth sure will, for as long you need it to.

OMEGA - Ayato, Kaveh, Neuvillette

Just because they're an omega doesn't mean they're completely submissive to you, even if you are an alpha. When they want to fuck you, when they're in heat you better be ready to keep up with them. Will seek out your attention a lot behind closed doors but try to stay a bit more aloof in front of others. Their status as an omega caused some people to not take them as seriously and because of that they had to work really hard to reverse that. The mating mark on their neck isn't always visible to others but they always display it to you when they hold you close, ready to come at any moment.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #itto x reader #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #al haitham x reader #kaveh x reader #tighnari x reader #neuvillete x reader #wriothesley x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #omegaverse #x reader

[bubblebbg]

❝𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

Mizu x Reader

- Reader in this fic is of some sort of mixed or foreign descent, but this can also be interpreted as having any trait that would make them a pariah of sorts. Warning, not proofread lol. All spur of the moment.

When you found the blue eyed stranger laying bloody on a lonely street, you took her in. You keep her warm, fed, and with mends on her wounds. Mizu knows well that there are sacrifices to be made on her path. She doesn't know just how much they can sting.

Mizu can't quite pinpoint the most irritating part of the pain. The ache of broken bones, the sting of stabs and slices, the consistent ringing in her head; everything hurts, and she supposes that like every other injury, it's all par for the course. Small price to pay for revenge. She knew she'd have to rest at some point, but she didn't expect to be incapacitated, edging on consciousness for days. Every now and then there's a sensation like coolness on her forehead, or water at her lips.

It's on day three that she becomes lucid enough to realize someone's taking care of her. Her distrustful brain is immediately sounding alarms, but her body can do little to react in such a broken state. Mizu can do nothing but lie silent and weak on this futon, sipping medicines and soups when it's brought to her mouth and being patched, cut for cut, wound for wound.

The first thing she notices about you, her caretaker, is your eyes - eyes brimming with concern and care, eyes that catch every weakness of her flesh and seek to heal. She hears your whispers of "poor thing" and "I'll get you healed up in no time". And being Mizu, her first thought is...

"Why?"

She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but she doesn't rush to take it back. Why are you, a stranger, so willing to take care of her? Why are you expending your resources on a broken thing, a mistake that any other sane person would let rot in the street where they found it?

You only smile at her, and in such a way that makes her heart race. Gentle, patient, tentative. She doesn't like it one bit, the way it pulls at doors she's kept locked for years. Her eyes focus, taking in what you look like as you stand and ready yourself to leave the room.

"I don't need your pity!" She manages to choke out. It has you stopping in your tracks.

"It's," she coughs, sputtering on words, "It's because you're just like me, isn't it? You're different. A monster."

The look on your face is one of mild amusement, an eyebrow raised and the corners of your lips upturned. She's not sure if it's that or the confidence in your next words that makes her cheeks heat up.

"I am not a monster. Neither are you."

And you're gone, leaving her to deal with the weight you've left in her chest.

𓆩… . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . …𓆪

The days turn into weeks, the weeks into months. With so many parts impaired, it'd only make sense that healing would take this long. Most of all, it's your endless patience that surprises Mizu. When she reopens a wound by carelessly trying to train despite your cautions, you're there patching it up. When she expresses her frustration with not being able to take up the sword yet, you're there reassuring her that it'll all be fine in time. You're kind when she's haughty and sarcastic (which makes her feel guilty, and thus even more indignant), and this extends to others as well. She often sees you helping children or neighbors, anyone in need. You're loved in this town.

It makes her a bit irritated, seeing your kindness bestowed on others. At first she thinks it's because she sees weakness in your actions. Then she thinks it's jealousy - why are you, someone who would otherwise be an outcast like herself, so beloved by your town? How come it didn't turn out this way for her? But when she sees you cooking enough for the both of you and the family next door, stirring slowly as the food steams, she thinks to herself, god, they're even patient when they're cooking. And then it hits her.

She is jealous, but not in the way she thought. In the way that yearns for your priority, that seeks to be the only recipient of your sweet manners and loving nature.

It doesn't help that you've grown close, too close for her liking. There have been nights spent in each other's company, saying nothing but gazing at stars. There have been conversations in which you've both laughed, some in which you cried. Mizu's mind can't help but remind her that this isn't safe; the last time she opened her heart up, it returned battered.

But this - you - feel safe. You dedicated nearly three months to healing her body, all the while you had been patching up wounds the eye can't see.

"I'm leaving," she says meekly on a warm evening, the two of you sat in a field of grass overlooking your village. You look to her and she only stares forward. You suppose it's better than her leaving without telling you, but the pain is no lesser because of the thought.

You take a deep breath and exhale before answering, "I had a feeling."

There's a long silence between the two of you. It's your turn to watch the sun setting over the trees as Mizu looks at your expression, the hints of sadness in her eyes.

"Do you... do you really have to? You are welcome here, you know. You'll always have a home here with me."

The words have Mizu choking up and suppressing the sudden and unnerving urge to cry. What you've done to her in three months still astounds her.

"I do. You know I do. I was always going to have to leave."

Mizu is caught by another urge, the urge to take those words back when she sees streams on your cheeks. You sniffle and hiccup, and it's so much less pleasant than your usual smiling disposition. It hurts in the way no blade ever could.

The sun is disappearing, and she wills herself to stand. If she doesn't, she might never go. She turns to leave and you stand as well. She stops in her tracks when you tug on her sleeve. She faces you and you slowly, carefully bring a hand to the side of her cheek. When she doesn't flinch away, you lean in close. Your lips meet in a kiss that conveys words that neither of you have the power to say.

You pull back after a moment, your forehead pressed to hers and your eyes closed. Your voice is quiet, almost inaudible when you say your goodbye.

"Break my heart once by leaving. Do not break it again by dying."

She turns and leaves while your eyes are still closed. You open them to an empty field, your palm still wet with her tears.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #taigen #akemi #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai angst #mizu x reader #mizu x you #taigen x reader #akemi x reader

[askdiscordwhooves]

This update was drawn by me, @jitterbugjive

I want to address one thing that I KNOW some people are going to complain about because they've already complained about if it would happen, and that’s The Doctor and Derpy getting together in the end. I understand the concerns. This is in no way meant to say ‘your abusers will eventually change for the better if you just say the right things to them’. This isn’t that kind of story. These are special circumstances that DO NOT EXIST in real life where the abuser was under MAGICAL mind control. That’s not who he actually is and when he’s himself he’s not remotely an abuser. He is safe from having a relapse, the curse is gone and over with because the core Discord was killed while the fragment left over in their universe has been reformed.

 Real abusers are not under any kind of puppetry or mind control when they do what they do, and no not even getting drunk counts as this because when someone is an abusive drunk they’re still choosing to get drunk when they are well aware of what they do when under the influence. If The Doctor did any of this abuse on his own terms, I wouldn’t have let them get back together. I’m an abuse survivor, I know better than that. When you try to compare completely fantasy scenarios that can’t happen in real life to.. Well, real life, you’re kind of reaching at straws at that point. Besides, this relationship wasn’t automatically better just because he returned to normal. Both of them suffered damage and trauma and both needed to navigate around it to be able to trust one another again. If there’s any kind of comparison to make, it’d be more like a loved one suffering a psychotic episode and doing horrible things they’d never do in their right mind. And some people are able to understand and forgive, while others are not. The pain of having a psychotic episode and saying and doing things that hurt people is really hard to overcome, it’s hard to trust yourself and it can be hard to make amends. But a psychotic episode does not dictate who a person is. It just doesn’t. And that’s the closest thing to reality this story is. I tried to handle this as best I could, because in my line of work recovery is the most important thing and I understand that someone coming out of a bad episode needs support and compassion (Unless they’re a terrible person in general) and there have been extreme cases where perfectly good people end up going as far as murder- even murdering their own children, but their loved ones are able to reason that they were sick and they are going to suffer great pain upon realizing what they’d done, and they are going to seek help. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to forgive someone who did terrible things in a psychotic state, and that’s within your right, but it doesn’t mean people who can forgive are any less valid. Listen, if a husband can be capable of not blaming his wife for killing their kids in a psychotic state (a very real event that happened rather recently, simply google “wife psychosis news killed children husband forgives” and you’ll find it), it's perfectly reasonable that someone can forgive someone who was under magical mind control.

If you are in a physically abusive relationship, you need to get out of it. The likelihood of this person changing for the better is extremely low, and you can’t cling to the idea of the rare few people who manage to work through these kind of things. Those are very special circumstances and in my opinion if there’s a relapse into violence after making genuine efforts to change, that should be the end of it once and for all. It shouldn’t be happening to begin with, it should not be tolerated. You matter, you deserve to be treated with kindness and compassion. Never let anyone tell you or make you feel otherwise. Please take care of yourselves, and DO NOT use this story as a basis for how to manage your own relationships, no matter how much you might think you see yourselves in it. This is fiction, and the scenarios in this story do not happen in real life. If you can’t discern reality from fiction, that is all on you, not me.

#discord whooves #doctor whooves #my little pony #derpy hooves #dinky #sparkler #warden #aurora #pierce #neosurgeon #carrot top #jack harkness #disclaimer

[volturissideslut]

What if the Humans adopt a child just to see what’s so special about humans and why the Cullens like them so much, not knowing how troublesome a 8 year old can be?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

strap in because this is going to be one hell of a ride (also I'm assuming asker meant volturi adopt a chaotic human child)

Aro, ever the curious one, cannot even fathom why dear Carlisle cares so much for these... creatures

And it's been like over 3000 years since he was human and he can't really remember much about living

It would also help if it would stop making Marcus be such a miserable slab of stone, and perhaps even Caius could do with a new toy

It just seemed like destiny when an 8 year old child strayed from the feeding group one day, too entertained by chasing a fat tabby cat that had jumped the wall to the garden

Whatever parent or guardian that came with seemingly hadn't noticed - not that they were alive long enough too

And, of course, Felix was the one to deliver the child to Master Aro considering he's the only one with a modium of decorum or respect for life in the castle

Any of the other guards would have eaten you on sight to be honest (they wouldn't in the future but you're just some random human child right now, they don't care about you yet)

Aro takes one look at you're little form, sticky fingers; muddy knees; grazed elbows; a leaf in your hair

Perfect

They're keeping you

easy, right?

wrong

Why is a overexcited yet hysterical human child such a lovable inconvenience, you may ask

well

1) none of them can fully keep track of you're emotions,why are children so confusing???

2) they can't fully keep track of your whereabout either

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET OF THE ROOF YOU HEATHEN CHILD" - Caius probably

3) they know nothing, and I mean nothing, about humans. Expect them to ask the secratery for help next time you're sobbing, only to find out you're hungry because they haven't fed you a proper meal in days thinking you'd forage for it yourself

I swear Marcus is the only one who is knowledgeable, despite how small it is

"the child requires sustinence again" - Jane, fed up of this shit

4) they're used to the traumatic stuff of vampire life, you are not, they don't realise that

poor kid is gonna be so traumatised, by the age of 10 killing someone over cereal seems socially acceptable

At least Caius actually has a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead dead by now

Marcus reads you bedtime stories

Aro wants you to grow up appreciating everything he does, there are many 'daddy/daughter dates' where he takes you to see plays, musicals, concerts, or whatever that he deems suitable

Caius pretends to be impressed with your drawings and fakes excitement at whatever lego monstrosity you've made

Alec shows you the world, taking you around on his days off to Scotland, Brazil, India or wherever you randomly point to on a map

Felix let's you use his cloak as a blanket when he's not using it, you like to play with it and use it for dens and pillow forts (it can also be used as one of those massive fabric parachute tent bubble thingys the class played with in nursery/FS1/kindergarten and hid under (you know what I'm talking about))

Demitri let's you win at hide and seek despite his gift letting him know where you are at all times. He is also not above pretending to play to keep you out the way and quiet for a solid five minutes before you come out giggling saying you won again

Jane will capture butterflies and set them free with you because she knows you love them and you also love to chase them

The queen's are always dressing you up like a doll and doing your hair, they basically get a list from the secratery of everything humans need (food, water, socialising etc) and fulfil those needs for you

The secratery is the only one who actually knows what you want and need most times, being human herself. The kings are seriously considering turning her instead of just killing her you your sake

And God forbid anyone touches their precious baby, you've grown on them and they'd burn the world for you in an instant

#twilight #twilight renascence #volturi #x reader #headcannons #hc #twilight saga #alec volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #volturi guard #volturi kings #volturissideslut

[avelera]

Headcanon: ADHD Hob and Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria

So I went down the rabbithole on ADHD and rejection sensitivity dysphoria (and found this lecture that legit made me tear up if you have or think you have ADHD, go listen to it here) and it got me thinking, as everything is wont to do, about Hob Gadling and how if he had ADHD, which I think there's lots of fun in-text hints at that at least allow that interpretation, what are some other ways that could manifest besides his ebullient and never-ending love of life in all its endless variety?

So as sufferers of ADHD know, it's not all fun and games. The flip side of living with a dopamine-starved brain that's always seeking out new experiences and seeing the world through that lens is that other emotions slam us hard too, like rejection sensitivity dysphoria aka, "the most minor criticism can feel like an actual knife in the chest, no I don't mean mildly bummed out, I mean full on fight-or-flight brain meltdown because someone told you a comma is in the wrong place in your manuscript (not that I'm speaking from personal experience yes it's that dumb)".

ANYWAY, so I'm thinking about Hob and RSD and specifically 1789.

Specifically the line, "It's just how it's done," referring to horrific practice of human trafficking and how Hob basically shrugs while, to his minor credit, looking suddenly uncomfortable and guilty, about the fact he actively profits from this industry, and the way he cringes in on himself when called out kinda seems to indicate that he knows it's a vile practice and isn't super comfortable with being reminded of his fact by someone he respects, like Dream.

A couple notes on that little exchange between Hob and Dream:

1 ) The face Ferdinand Kingsley-as-Hob makes in that moment is absolute textbook adult ADHD rejection sensitivity dysphoria. Namely, the point where you know criticism hits you like a knife in the heart, particularly from people you respect, and you just have to cover that flinch of literal physical pain with a careful poker face.

The way Hob's tone suddenly goes cold and with his very genteel, received-pronunciation manners he levels Dream with perhaps the closest he's ever come at this point to lashing out, "You're giving me advice...?"

I'm not saying that canonically it's RSD, or that neurotypical people don't suffer pain and disappointment when receiving disapproval, but to my eyes at least, Ferdie Hob takes Dream's comment very seriously, much more so than the comic counterpart did (who needed multiple nudges before he even realized what Dream was trying to tell him about getting out of the shipping business and still seemed a bit clueless about why Dream would want that or care by the end).

2 ) Going into proper headcanon territory, I personally chart Hob's journey from destitute to wealthy slave trader as the product of someone who stopped giving a shit about others after everything he suffered in the 1600s. To be perfectly clear, this is not a fucking excuse for it, it's an examination of motives.

Because technically, after everything Hob suffered in the 1600s, he could have emerged with more empathy for the plight of others. But clearly that didn't happen. From an entirely human motivation level, that leads me personally to the conclusion that since no one helped Hob when he was at his lowest (not even Dream, though I dearly wish it was otherwise and wrote extensively on what would have happened if he had) that led him to the belief, put simply, that fuck the world so long as he got his. Why should he care about anyone else if no one cared about him?

But to go back to the topic of this essay, RSD, there's an additional element to that theory on why and how Hob leaned into not giving a shit about others, and that missing factor from what's described above is the element of everyone is doing it. Specifically worded as, "It's just how it's done."

Another really fascinating lecture I listened to on ADHD talked about how the most common trauma reaction ADHDers have to their sense of rejection, shame, and guilt that comes the way our brains react to the world is by hiding. And that also got me thinking about 1789 Hob in this context.

Because Hob as we see him in 1589 is loud in his happiness. He's sitting there, bold as brass in the middle of the White Horse, showing off his wealth with a banquet, loudly declaiming about how he pretended to be his own son twice, worked in the Tudor shipyards (what would have been 50+ years before) and just how he spent the last 100 years working his way up to his knighthood. The man does not have an ounce of caution in him. But, he is also by far the happiest we ever see Hob (up until Dream ditches him in the middle of their date).

This is important because to my eyes, Hob is living openly and unashamed and with only the barest hint of caution typified by pretending to be his own son every couple decades. The way he describes his last 100 years sounds like an ADHD dream, basically getting a boat load of money from Caxton's printing press (basically the first tech startup unicorn of the modern era) and then running around wherever his interests took him where he also made money hand over fist, kept climbing, and eventually reached the point where he could purchase the acclaim and regard of a member of the (albeit minor) nobility. All of this after being born a peasant. That's just validation and money and prestige and getting to pursue your special interest and live as your authentic self all over the place. And I do mean authentic, Hob doesn't even seem particularly worried about talking openly in the White Horse about being 200+ years old, a strong case could be made that he's not that careful in his personal life either.

So anyway, Hob has this amazing century literally followed by the worst century imaginable, filled with the sort of horrors that can tear a man's soul asunder. Losing his family, his beloved wife in childbirth with their new baby, his adult son, his home, his money, everything he spent a century building. His title and name are gone too because of the nature of how he lost it with the accusation of witch craft, which also means he can't just fake being his own son again to get it all back because they're explicitly going to notice that this time.

And how did this all happen? Because Hob got noticed. He lived there 40 years, overconfident is his own words. Which is a wild thing to say about a bunch of witch hunters showing up at his door! He blames himself for being drowned as a witch. On the one hand, I imagine he has to think that way because otherwise he has to admit to the sheer brutal randomness of life, so in a way he's trying to take control of the narrative by blaming himself.

But it also smacks of ADHD again because ADHDers very commonly shift the blame onto themselves after years of their unique nervous system response making them a round peg in a square hole of wider society. We learn over and over that the mistakes we make are our fault, because of "laziness" or "apathy" which isn't apathy at all but deep agony over our inability to accomplish tasks in a neurotypical way without the support we need, but I digress. But it sure sounds like Hob may have been paralyzed by grief for literal decades and then blamed himself for not getting the mental spoons together in that context to move on and reinvent his life after losing his wife and child. Which would be a very ADHD thing to do.

So after this absolutely brutal smackdown by reality for living too openly, too loud, too ADHD, getting paralyzed by the powerful emotions he felt (if we follow the headcanon) over the grief and loss in his life, what is Hob's next step?

Hiding.

Blending in.

Not rocking the boat.

And again, not excusing it, there's plenty of other industries he could have gone into to blend in that didn't involve human trafficking. That said, if he went to sea, which we know Hob did on many occasions from the comic, it would be seen by his peers there at sea as a normal way to make one's fortune, and then.... well, we have as evidence that this is his current peer-group the sort-of pride with which Hob announces how he's making his fortune these days in the "shipping business", as if he's expecting Dream's approval.

That to me, reads a bit like the people pleaser/social chameleon aspect of ADHD. Hob is expecting to be praised for being successful by Dream the way he would likely be praised by his peers in the shipping business or among the wealthy privileged men of England. He's so steeped in that world now that he's clearly taken aback when Dream takes the (at the time more radical but not uncommon) stance of, "This is wrong."

And Hob knew it. But he was blending in. He was going along with how things are done. He wasn't rocking the boat. He has other hints at trauma responses too, "salting money around the world" in case there's political upheaval, for example. This is not the loud, boisterous Sir Robert Gadlen untouched by loss or trauma. He has been humbled and tempered and, indeed, made afraid by what happened to him.

This sort of wild swing towards protectiveness? Again, also ADHD. As the lecturer I linked first noted, ADHDers are textbook defenders. They are always defending themselves from the world that can suddenly, unexpectedly, plant a knife in their heart because of a perceived rejection. From a world that wants their brain to work in a way it doesn't, so they have to come up with myriad painful coping mechanisms to fit in, blend in, mask, and function. Hob was forced to protect himself after the 1600s, so he did, with money, and with not caring about other people, and with insulating himself from privilege, and becoming a social chameleon.

1589 Hob tries to earn back Dream's interest, but he doesn't fawn. Dream shows interest in Shaxberd and Hob, already starting to get irritated, tells him no, Shaxberd is crap.

And you can tell in 1789 that Hob is thinking about that day again when he gets Dream's disapproval, because who does he reference? That lad, Will Shaxberd. He's fearing rejection and abandonment again, or at least it's crossed his mind after Dream's admonishment. But this time, Hob is fawning more, very nearly flirting. He's trying to play the game better this time, trying to keep Dream's interest, social chameleoning the subject onto safer topics, things he thinks will interest Dream, as Shaxberd so clearly did, so let's talk about him if that's what you care about. Again, another ADHD social chameleon, people pleaser aspect. We are nervous empaths, we are constantly picking up a bazillion signals both real and imagined. And we're so fucking terrified of that RSD knife in the heart, we become people pleasers to avoid it. After the shipping business brag fell through, Hob pivots to talking about Dream and what, in his experience, Dream seems to like and talk about favorably.

So anyway, many many ADHD-esque rambling words later, there's a few more little details I'd add to the list of "possible ADHD behavior, not just the fun parts" for Hob Gadling. Is it canon? Maybe not. But it does make for a great headcanon, in my opinion.

#hob gadling #the sandman #sandman meta #adhd #omg this got so long lol that's perfect fits the subject huh

[showtoonzfan]

Not ganna outright say what account, but I will share that I was one of the people who had a long thread conversation with Vivziepop when she was spiraling the other day on twitter, and let me tell ya, it was like talking to a brick fucking wall. Of course I expected it, but when you’re directly talking to the woman herself, the experience is far out there. Like her other response threads, the conversation was long. No we didn’t reach a middle ground, no the conversation didn’t go anywhere, and no….she didn’t own up to anything or practically acknowledge anything I said. If I had to sum up the conversation, it was mainly her making excuses, tap dancing around certain things I said or just straight up ignoring it and saying something else. At one moment she even said nothing and just let a fan speak for her. This woman is defensive, insecure, and lacks social awareness, and I genuinely feel like the internet is making her mental health 10x worse than what is already is.

But putting that aside, there is genuinely no hope for this woman. No matter what, she’ll stick to what she believes and block out anyone who says or even suggests otherwise. She’ll put up walls for herself and either cower behind her fanbase, or ignore the issue and make up irrelevant excuses. Her words may be different but her actions show otherwise, that she genuinely believes she can do no wrong, that her writing is flawless and that she doesn’t need any constructive criticism or help, wether that be regarding the shows or in general. She’ll pull the homophobia or queer card as a defense mechanism, and cope by seeking constant praise and attention from her fanbase.

The fact that her victims may never get justice depresses me, and I’m ganna be honest with y’all, every day we get a new pathetic twitter rant, every day I wonder if reviewing or even watching Hazbin is worth it. This woman has made it clear that she will not accept anyone who tells her that her work is flawed and that she could be better. She thinks everything she touches is perfect as it is. Hazbin is going to be bad and there is no hope for it to get better because the creator has made it clear that she’s not going to do that. She’s going to stay in her personal bubble that she’s been stuck in for the past decade and never come out into the real world. So like…what’s the point of even reviewing Hazbin if you know it’s never going to get better and just slip further down the slope like Helluva is right now all because the creator is a stubborn woman child?? I want to like Hazbin so fucking bad. I love the concept and I can SMELL the potential. I want it to succeed. But there’s no point in hoping that it’ll be good or improve and it fucking sucks, I’m just so tired of all of this. I’m still definitely going to review Hazbin, but if by any miracle this show gets a season 2, I don’t think I’ll stick around for that long.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #anti vivziepop #Hazbin hotel

[icyg4l]

Pick-An-Icon: How can you show up for your ancestors during Black History Month?

(Left-to-Right: Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

In honor of Black History Month, I wanted to start a Pick-A-Card series dedicated to Black Americans. I want to highlight icons in our community while simultaneously offering advice for any Black Americans who seek guidance about how to honor their heritage. If you're a Black American and you're reading this, this is for YOU! With the usage of the special Hoodoo Tarot deck, I will present you with ways to honor your ancestors. If you read this and enjoy and/or resonate with the reading, I encourage you to book with me! Thank you in advance!

Pile 1: Cards Used - Eight of Knives, Railroad Bill, Three of Baskets, Nine of Baskets, Two of Baskets, Nine of Knives, Gullah Jack and John Horse.

Affirmation: It is easy for me to take control of my narrative.

If you chose the image of Chaka Khan, then you resonate with her feisty, raw energy. This pile is for the creatives who are unsure of their talents. Your ancestors want you to know that there is more than one way to skin a cat. Introduce original ideas to the forefront. One way you can honor them is by not allowing time to limit your abilities. You put in so much work only to feel limited by a man-made construct. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are, you will always have time! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I channeled this old interview of Prince saying how he doesn't celebrate birthdays because it keeps him younger. Take on that carefree mindset of not applying the norm to your life. Your time is now! Another way that you can honor your ancestors is by setting up an altar. I get the sense that this pile is very secretive with their spiritual practices. Adorn your altar with foods, drinks, jewelry and other belongings of this loved one. They will appreciate it dearly. If you've lost someone recently, my condolences. But definitely keep in touch with them. I get the feeling that this is a young man, like an older cousin or brother. Keep the memories of you two alive so that he can peacefully cross over into the afterlife. Lastly, being a class act is a great way to honor your ancestors. Refusing to sit back and allow injustices to happen will make your ancestors proud. You have a voice! Use it! Organizing protests, sit-ins, even crowdfunding will make your ancestors proud. Combatting the capitalistic nature of society by collaborating with those in your community will hep you get in touch with your ancestral roots. You're naturally a giver, I can tell.

Pile 2: Cards Used - Nine of Knives, Two of Coins, Five of Sticks, Strength, Daughter of Knives, Aunt Caroline, Ten of Sticks, Six of Knives, The Garden and Seven of Coins.

Affirmation: I deserve to move through life with ease.

Hello, Pile 2. Off rip, I get the feeling that this is my pile of overachievers. I also believe that this is the pile that people who identify as LGBTQIA+. You resonate with the energy of Lauryn Hill's mysterious, intellectual nature. Why do you feel the need to carry so many burdens, Pile 2? One way to honor your ancestors is to lighten your load. They see that you struggle so much because of the amount of responsibilities that you carry. They had to go through similar things and they do want to witness their struggles in your lifetime. Ask for help, please. If you do not ask for help, then you will implode and we want to avoid that as much as possible, yes? You do not have to be the strongest in the room. Who are you trying to prove yourself to? It would be best that this pile talks to a mental health professional to receive guidance and proper medical treatment. Another way that you can honor your ancestors is by blowing off steam. Let your emotions flow. Slam the doors. Scream in pillows. Remove the mask and don't allow your emotions to consume you. You are allowed to be angry, my love. You have a lot to be angry about. Finally, the last way that you can honor your ancestors is to explore. You put in so much work, it's only right you get rewarded for it. Book that spa day. Go get a mani-pedi. Take the weekend off and go into hiding, you deserve it. Go somewhere you haven't been before. Your ancestors want you to relax and wind down.

Pile 3: Cards Used - Ten of Coins, Father Simms, Mother of Knives, Four of Coins, Dr. Grant, Six of Sticks, Six of Baskets, Six of Knives, Nine of Knives, Miss Robinson and Five of Coins.

Affirmation: I am doing perfectly fine in the present moment.

Alright Pile 3. You choose the image of Donna Summer, which means you resonate with her sultry, bold personality. This pile already has a close relationship with their family/ancestors, specifically the maternal side. To honor your ancestors, you must keep it this way. Learn about the traditions of your maternal side. Preserve recipes, photos and jewelry of your maternal side. And most importantly, gatekeep these things! You don’t have to share everything with everyone! Some people who choose this pile will have ties to Houston, Texas or currently live there. If you’re thinking about moving there, you should! It will help you mature. Another way that you can honor your ancestors is to receive compliments of comparison to a family member of yours well. You may not like it, but it shows your ancestors that you have respect for their features and/or personality. If you look like Aunt Linda or Uncle Jermaine, then that’s absolutely fine! Don’t deny it! Embrace it! Lastly, don’t let money consume you! I channeled the scene at the end of Players Club where Diamond visits Ebony at her new job in the shoe store. Diamond tells Ebony to “make that money, girl but don’t let it make you.” You don’t have to keep up with the latest fashion trends. You don’t have to have a job in tech or have a “lazy” desk job. It is perfectly fine to work at McDonald’s or work in retail. You’re making an honest living and that’s all that matters. Accept things as they are. Your ancestors made something out of nothing, and so can you. They are proud of you! Keep going.

#hoodoo #tarot #pick a card #astro notes #tarotreading #law of assumption #neville goddard #manifesting #black history #tarotcommunity #tarot reading #tarot cards #black history month #black tumblr #spirituality #tarot deck #free tarot #pick a pile #pick an image #pac reading

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Honkai Star Rail A/B/O: Friendship

cw: omegaverse,nsfw

-------

Blade

Isn't exactly the type to seek friends or have many of them at the moment. Any friends he did have the drama is so ridiculous that he's sick of it. But if he did happen to make a friend he wouldn't treat them poorly but he wouldn't treat them like royalty either.

Their dynamic doesn't matter much to him he'd treat them the same regardless of his own dynamic though there are some differences here and there.

If he's an omega with a fellow omega friend he might be more inclined to invite them into his nest or enter theirs. He'd also be more protective as an omega with an omega friend, he knows what omegas have to face on the daily though it rarely happens to him considering he could basically send anyone the harshest glare and they'd probably faint. During heats he might share it with them or just be there to give them food and water here and there but no more than that.

As an omega with an alpha friend he doesn't have to worry about anyone trying anything with him because he just smells more like an alpha now with another alpha in his life. Doesn't mind being scented but only if they ask otherwise he might snap at them. Will only let them near his nest if he isn't in heat though on the occasion that his heat is a bit too much he might accept any help offered be it just being brought food and water or even if it's pretty bad he doesn't mind them helping in other ways.

As an alpha with an omega friend he doesn't care if they want him to scent them or come with them to places for protection he might even just follow along or scent them without being asked. During their heats he has enough restraint to just give them their bare necessities before he's gone. He'd be willing to help out with their heat if they ask but only if they ask before their heat not during, he's very strict about this.

As an alpha with an alpha friend he will take the role of the more dominant alpha so whatever he says goes. Doesn't mind putting his friend in their place if they step out of line or do something stupid. He doesn't exactly give out advice but he will listen to them if they have any problems such as not knowing how to scent or be an alpha he doesn't mind teaching them what little he does know.

As a beta with an alpha/omega friend he'll look out for them during their heats/ruts but won't help farther than basic needs, it's not that he's unwilling he just doesn't care much for the preparation needed for taking care of alphas/omegas during their cycles without prior notice it's very inconvenient.

Jing Yuan

Does his best to not treat his friends any differently regardless of dynamic. He will however use his dynamic to his advantage.

As an omega with an omega friend he's aaaaall over them more so than if he would be if they would be an alpha. He uses his shared dynamic to be as close as possible such as frequent cuddle sessions in his nest. Definitely uses his heats as another excuse to have them come cuddle him in his time of need. He feels safe with them around. Though he's an omega not many know that and think he's an alpha which he also uses to his advantage by using this mistake to protect his friend and himself from anyone who would try to harass them.

As an omega with an alpha friend he's going to annoy the hell out of his friend by making them get stuff for him because he's a "frail and weak omega". His friend will do as he asks annoyed as hell though and he loves holding this over them but he will only do this playfully and never seriously. During his heats he wouldn't mind if they come to his nest they also make him feel safe though he wouldn't ask them to bed him, just having familiar presence is enough for him.

Alpha Jing Yuan with an omega friend uses his status to protect them and keep any creeps away where ever they go. Will scent them happily, he's happy they trust him so much. Teases them when he sees their nest but always feels touched when they let him in. Doesn't mind helping out with their heats should they ask before hand though he will come cuddle them if it's rather sudden.

Alpha Jing Yuan with an alpha friend doesn't mind being seen as the head alpha between them. He'll teach his friend whatever he knows should they ask though having them learn on their own is what he prefers. If his friend steps out of line he will put them in their place.

As a beta he'll treat his alpha/omega friend with respect and tease them using they specific dynamic quirks and he will stop any teasing if they don't like it of course. During ruts/heats he doesn't mind helping out he'll even ask if he can help them out however they like including sex. Though he'll have to prepare himself for the intensity of both if he's going to help them out physically, no need for injuries right?

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail a/b/o #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #I leave the other old men alone again clearly there are favorites here XD

[missyandthemisfits]

Shinra/Arthur X Reserved!FemReader

A/N love me some Arthur -  

)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(

Shinra Kusakabe

- While Shinra's not against the whole 'reserved' thing, obviously because he managed to get the crush in the first place, but he's definitely going to be incredibly awkward when engaging.

- At the beginning, very much gets caught up on the approach and delivery of his greetings and conversations, making them VERY unnatural.

- Never quite knows what to say or how to say it. Tries his best to gauge (Name')s reaction to curtail it to her more but girls are so complicated-

- Little does he know, every single interaction dorky or not wears on (Name)'s cold exterior and soon enough she's seeking him out of her own volition.

- On missions they happen on together, in her free time, every moment they're in the same room she starts to gravitate towards the boy, which only goes unnoticed for a few weeks or so

- Shinra starts to speak a little more naturally around her and bit by bit, he comes to grips with having full conversations with her despite only getting 3 word responses most time

- One day, he's rambling on about how cool it would be if he could suddenly be the 'Hero everyone needs' and (Name) is so touched by the notion, she let's her head fall onto his shoulder suddenly with a silent smile.

- He's sort of a stuttering mess but she's not complaining.

- Blurts out his feelings right then and there - feelings he definitely wasn't expecting her to reciprocate - she does tho.

Arthur Boyle

- Arthur certainly doesn't mind spending his days with someone who's mostly quiet - infact, he'd very much prefer to spend his time with someone like that, a fair maiden who is much more introspective than extroverted.

- A lot of time is spent daydreaming by the both of them and any passerby is left to wonder if they're in need of assistance- they're perfectly okay, just kind of existing in the same space together while also in their own little worlds. It's quite nice, not feeling obligated to keep a conversation going.

- When they do speak, it's also pretty pleasant. It's usually about the most random things; thoughts that come across either's minds, food and what they're in the mood for at the time, if the other feels like sparring - all usually short lived.

- He's the type to randomly hand out compliments, especially when he notices something is different about (Name) i.e. hair, nails, etc. If you think he's not paying attention to her, think again; he silently takes notice of details he'd otherwise not care about in regards to anyone else. 

- Compliments are always earnest and given with a smile (part of him just likes to fluster her), making him that much more attractive honestly.

- It is pointed out by several people in his company about the exorbitant amount of time spent on seeking out (Name)'s presence and just...silently basking in it.

- "It's weird, dude. You guys don't even talk half the time." - Shinra

- His immediate response is a shrug, followed by "I just really enjoy her company." And he really, really does.

- 'Really enjoy' eventually graduates to 'Love' when he starts to really get to know her - her humor, her strengths, her faults - and somehow he finds every little new thing he learns captivating 

- For the most part, has 0 problems confessing when he's ready, even with a rapidly increasing heart rate. (Name) can't help but chuckle a bit at "My fair Lady" part tho, blush and all.

)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(

#fire force x reader #fire force x you #fire force arthur #fire force #arthur boyle #arthur boyle x reader #shinra kusakabe #shinra x reader #enen no shouboutai #more to come

[misspanicdead]

Eddie is the type of kid that can't be left alone at the playground.

Wayne's only officially had the kid for a few months, but Wayne can already see the way the other kids are wary of Eddie. Maybe it's because his boy is just a little too loud, a little too daredevil, swinging from the monkey bars and nearly giving Wayne a heart attack. Maybe it's because Eddie's still not great at talking to strangers, preferring to hide behind Wayne's legs until he knows they can be trusted. Or maybe it's because their parents tell them in hushed whispers to stay away from the trailer park kid who's daddy's in jail and showed up at his uncle's doorstep in the middle of the night littered in bruises.

Either way, Eddie's usually the odd man out with no one to play with. So, naturally, Wayne steps in. He spends entire afternoons squatted underneath the play structure, pretending to be a troll under the bridge, chasing Eddie from one end to the other. Every time he manages to grab a foot the kid screams so loud it echos off the surrounding trees and Wayne has to bite back a smile- he's supposed to be a bloodthirsty troll afterall, and he's pretty certain they wouldn't smile at their victim so fondly.

He plays tag, hide and seek, and just generally angers his already aching knees, but it's all entirely worth it to see this kid- his kid now- smile and laugh so carefree.

Wayne had never wanted kids, but he already knows that he'll never regret having this one.

When the beginning of the school year starts approaching them, Wayne begrudgingly leaves Eddie planted on the swingset and marches over to the bored looking housewives gossiping on the bench. He hates to do it, knows the kind of stares they give him and eddie when they're supposed to be watching their own kids, but he has to start figuring some things out about the school. Like what kind of supplies Eddie's going to need, and where he should take him for the mandated vaccines.

Surprisingly, the women are very helpful. They even give him information on things he didn't even know he needed to ask. When suddenly one of them lets out a horrified gasp, followed by several others. Wayne already has a hunch, but he follows their line of sight to the swingset where Eddie is currently licking the chain of his swing.

"If you'll excuse me ladies," Wayne says and starts making his way over to his nephew. He's not really surprised, Eddie's taken to licking a lot of things recently, claiming he "just wants to know how it tastes." But Wayne can't say he isn't worried about the germs.

Eddie instantly perks up when Wayne sits beside him on one of the sturdier looking swings. He hops up and climbs his way into Wayne's lap, boney little elbows and knees stabbing into his stomach and thighs. Wayne grunts but otherwise let's the boy get settled.

"Are we gonna go high today?" Eddie asks, looking back at him with a gap tooth grin.

There's already a twinge in Wayne's knee and Eddie's arms are starting to turn a little pink from the sun and they really should go find some water to wash Eddie's mouth out with from the swing chain. The women are staring at him reproachfully again as Eddie curls his little fingers around the chain just below Wayne's, ready for takeoff.

And that's what Wayne cares about. This little boy who doesn't trust anyone but trusts him. His kid who makes Wayne's life and his home and his heart feel full.

Wayne sighs, presses a kiss to the kid's mop of curls, and says, "Yeah, kid, we're gonna go high."

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #in those uncle wayne and little eddie feels today

[syncrovoid-presents]

Alastor's Deal (Thoughts, Theories, and some Predictions)

This won't answer the who, but aims to dig into the why, and plausibly narrow down the terms of the deal. Long post ahead!

Evidence

First off, the finale was incredible! But what Alastor's song showed was that his ""death"" against Adam wasn't entirely a surprise, but rather planned. Alastor's song revealed that he was looking for a loop in the contract, a way to slip past the deal without having to directly break it. He already made a deal with Charlie for a favour, but that might have been a safety net of sorts, something to guarantee himself a fighting chance if his "dying for the hotel" plan failed.

His surprise was at how fast it happened, not that he nearly died. Alastor craves control, he wears his smile for control, he makes deals for control, his magic highly influenced by controlling others too. His Modus Operandi is control, and he faced the battle it started with him being in control. He was outwitting Adam, he was faster, sneakier, even kept his hands behind his back while dodging just to show how little effort it took. But Adam's weapon sending an angelic beam of power? That wasn't in his plan, that wasn't in his control.

Control is something Alastor seeks over everything, which is why the deal is so brutal for him. The deal takes control from him, and his constant smiling and jokes and contained urges for violence is him trying to have some sort of freedom. It's highly implied that, unless it's for the hotel, he hasn't used his magic for his own reasons. He hasn't eaten or killed anyone unless it is for the hotel, and even that was implied to happen only during the Mimzy incident. He hasn't gotten to make any deals either, at least no real deals, no deals for souls.

I'm far from the first one to say that his deal is forcing him to help the hotel, but it's only now that we see the true extent. Alastor's entire personality, goals, and being has been changed against his will. He is now a tool for the hotel, the sword and shield, the magical provider, bringing them whatever they need to succeed despite the odds. Without him, it would just be Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust. Sir Pentious wouldn't have joined, repairs would've taken far longer, the staff would've been just Charlie and Vaggie, et cetera. Even his deals are just him trying to gain something out of helping the hotel.

Alastor is bound to the hotel and his powers are also bound to the hotel. He cannot be selfish, he cannot do anything unless it's for the hotel no matter how desperately he wants to do otherwise. And yet it seems like his powers are limited too.

Alastor has immense levels of powers, so much that he was taking down a large portion of the angel army single handedly. Had Adam not been there, it's not outlandish to claim that Alastor could have taken down the angel army by himself. This is why he was feared. This is why "no one crosses the radio demon". If these are his powers when their limited, imagine just how powerful he truly is?

The last evidence I'll state before moving on is that Alastor didn't return back to the hotel until it was rebuilt, yet still didn't use his magic to cause chaos.

To simplify, on his end the deal forces him to use his immense power for the benefit of the hotel. He cannot actively do anything to bring harm to it, and he cannot use his magic unless it's for the good of the hotel. And he cannot escape from the deal if the hotel is destroyed, so the deal isn't about the physical hotel, but rather the concept of it. As long as the hazbin hotel exists in the heart of those involved, Alastor is bound to help.

Why?

Now the why? I believe that, whoever he made the deal with him was, they want the hotel to succeed. Not only that, I believe that by forcing Alastor to stay there and help while limiting his capability for violence, they are also trying to rehabilitate Alastor.

Wherever Alastor was before the hotel opened, it was somewhere where he couldn't interact with anyone. He was forced to be gone, only until the hotel opened. If the theories of Alastor making a deal with Lilith is true, then Lilith's character is important to consider. From what we know she is powerful and worked to bring dekonkind together. And that she too disappeared 7 years ago.

It's confirmed that Alastor destroyed many of the worse evils that existed in hell, the only ancient overlords that remain are civil and take part of overlord meetings. They are controlled, contained. There's more structure, and the only truly out of control, dangerous demon to remain would have been Alastor. It's possible that Lilith realized that she could use him to "clean up hell", waiting her time until Alastor was the last remaining biggest threat. That was when she pounced, seven years ago to capture him in a deal. We don't know why he would accept such a limiting deal, but I'd wager that it could have been for his life (either she was threatening him, or he nearly died and made a deal for his life).

Now that the deal is made, Alastor can't bring mindless chaos. If anything he is doing the most to help demons be saved from the extermination either through redemption or protection (we also didn't see him prior to the last, so perhaps he's also bound to protect during the extermination too?).

All while Alastor is handling and ensuring the success of the largest and most helpful demon-centered support system, Lilith is on vacation. Almost like Alastor is acting in her role, a mimicry of a spiritual successor of sorts. He's helping rally the demons together, helping shape Charlie into a better leader, helping prove demons can be redeemed. All while Alastor is either witness, participant, or manager of the strategies used to redeem sinners. Alastor is only a few steps away from taking part of the redemption program himself.

If Alastor's deal was with Lilith, then she's getting everything she could want. All the uncontrollable evils/overlords destroyed, a muzzle on (one of the most) powerful sadistic demons, someone to help guide her daughter, help demons redeem themselves, protection for her citizens from being killed or further tortured, and she finally gets a vacation. She'd be getting everything she could want, with the bonus of possibly rehabilitating Alastor in the process.

It's no wonder Alastor is so desperate to break out of the deal, to find a backdoor in the contract. This goes against everything he stands for. The stories of him broadcasting screams? Of killing overloards and owning soul after soul after soul? That is the real him, and it isn't exaggerated. If Alastor wasn't chained, he'd have the power and strength to destroy large swaths of hell himself. If he decided to do his own extermination with angelic weapons? He could kill as many demons as the angels do and more, because he wouldn't be limited by a single day period.

If his deal is with someone else? We simply don't have enough information yet to name them then. Whoever it is, they would have to believe in demonkind's potential for improvement, and possibly fear what Alastor is able to do.

Predictions

The last thing I want to touch upon is how Alastor might be able to escape the deal. First is what he tried, which is "dying" for the hotel. Or, more precisely, for everyone involved in the hotel, it was as if he died, so why would they still depend on him?

Next would be for the hotel to be destroyed, and considering that we don't know if Alastor was briefly free while he recovered or if he was just hiding out somewhere new because he couldn't stay in the hotel because it didn't exist, this one is still iffy. If part of his deal is staying at the hotel to actively protect it, the he was temporarily freed from that condition. Yet once it was rebuilt Alastor returned, proving that the destruction of the hotel building wouldn't free him.

The next possible way could be the death of the hazbin hotel spirit. If Alastor (or outside forces) were able to destroy Charlie's hope for the hotel just like Lucifer's dreams were crushed, perhaps Alastor would be freed. Considering how the finale went, it would take a lot for this to happen.

My final idea, and the one I predict will happen, is that Alastor outfits the person he made the deal with. He doesn't find a true "out", but rather will manipulate them into giving his power back. And this? I believe that Alastor's deal with Charlie was made for this reason.

If indeed the deal was with Lilith, and part of the deal seems to be ensuring Charlie's dreams come true, then Charlie is a delightful way for Alastor to manipulate the situation. How? Who knows, but I think that this will be a large part of the conflict of season 2.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lilith #syncrovoid.txt #i have SO many thoughts after watching the finale but these are my biggest ones! #Alastor is a fascinating character and its wonderful to have evidence that Alastor's whole characyer isn't just manipulating #the hazbin group but also manipulating the audience into viewing him as helpful and less dangerous #he makes us forget that Alastor thives off violence. he couldn't stop himself from laughing while fighting Adam #and took great joy in destroying the loan shark gang #had we saw him I'm sure we would have seen him thrilled to kill so many angels too #even if the deal forces him to help the hotel he didn't lie about finding entertainment in other's failing and ruining themselves #and yet despite this it's so very very hars Not to root for him #his desperation to be free of the deal is palpable and so raw that you want him to be free #even if that could lead to suh ruin and destruction and many many heaps of angst #how can i NOT analyze the finale to hell and back (pun on purpose) #anywho!!

[milesmyrales]

my eyes on you

mikage reo x fem! reader, slight nagi seishiro x fem!reader narration. not proofread, this was something i wrote at 3am so pls bare with me 😞

being good friends with mikage reo wasn’t easy. you both were always rumored to be dating, but none of that were true. but despise all the rumors, you would expect yourself to be receiving hate notes or atleast one of those letters that would say “stay away from reo”, but none of that ever happened.

maybe it was because they all knew how he looked at you, maybe its because they all know how he always searches for you and how his eyes always lit up only by seeing you walk pass by.

but you werent his.

instead, you were dating his bestfriend. nagi seishiro, who would have thought? he couldn’t ignore how he could see your smile reaching from eye to eye when you meet your boyfriend, he couldn’t ignore how much you talk about him. maybe other people didn’t bother because you were already dating nagi.

and he couldn’t stop wishing that it was him.

and now you’re in front of him, fussing about how you’re searching for nagi’s birthday gift. of course you asked reo, he’s his best friend who knows nagi more than himself. he was trying to help you, he really was but his thoughts just kept on drifting away. would you do this too if you were his boyfriend?

“hey reo, don’t drift off. are you still with me?” you snapped your fingers in front of his face making him slap back into reality. reo chuckled, slightly embarrassed that he was caught daydreaming. he quickly hopped back into the topic you both were discussing.

sometimes people wonder, what is something mikage reo can’t buy? which leaves 2 answers, the world cup and your feelings. if anyone knew his current feelings, they would think “if feelings could be bought then reo would buy name’s feelings so she could fall in love with him.”

but reo thinks otherwise. reo thinks that feelings are precious, especially love. love is such a beauty, such a rare feeling that appears for the right person in life. no money on earth he has can buy love.

in his eyes, your love for nagi is so sweet. too sweet for him that he feels sick, sick of his own thoughts. he should be happy for you right? his two best friends ended up being together and they’re both happy, who wouldn’t be happy? but then again,

who would he be happy with?

as much as he loves you, he wouldn’t confess. ever. not when you’re dating his best friend and not when you’re single. him confessing felt weird for him, if you’re his best friend, someone who makes him feel comfort more than he would with anyone and then suddenly goes wrong, where would he seek comfort next?

but would he have regrets if he doesn’t confess? sometimes people say that “regrets are things people didn’t do.” he’s never been this confused, why of all people on the earth it just had to be you? he never chased on someone before, its always been reversed and he would be rejecting girls left to right like it was nothing.

now it came to him. the fear of you rejecting him, if he ever decides to confess of course. was this what people experienced before confessing to him? were they even scared of rejection knowing there will be a 99.9% chance that they will get rejected?

he waited so long for you. he loved you the same as he loves football, that was already special. but you never knew. he waited years, after you finished high school and found your own ways. he never took his mind off of you, he was desperate. you and nagi were still going strong until one day reo got a call from you.

you never called him unless it was important, like that one time you needed a ride back home from a party but nagi was out of town, he was there.

he picked up the phone call “hey, whats up?” reo asked, slightly worried that you needed his help again on something. you told him you just had some news to share, which reo was curious about. what kind of news could he be expecting? will it finally the news of you and nagi breaking up? he definitely wasn’t wishing on that one.

3 words. 3 words was what you said. he wished from the bottom of his heart it was “we broke up” but he would be a bad friend if he did. instead you said the news to him in a happy voice “we’re getting married!”

reo was shocked but not surprised, he knew this time would come, he just didn’t expect it to be this soon. he wished he could have time for him to move on but this was so sudden. pausing for a few seconds, trying to act happy at the news was hard.

“i’m so happy for you both, congratulations” but he wasn’t. he wasn’t happy about it, he felt so many emotions at the same time that words can’t even express. the thing he wasn’t happy about was how he could have told his love for you before you dated nagi. he should have took his chance way back then, if he did, will things change?

you thanked him and ended the call shortly after delivering the news to him, reo sat in his office looking out at the window. he would remember the times where he first fell for you.

you and him first met on the school rooftops, he noticed on how you intensely gazed through the skies and school grounds. “why are you so focused, its not that entertaining watching this view” reo said, looking at you.

you noticed what he said but you didn’t avert your eyes from where you’re looking. “and why is that any of your problem? besides, im sightseeing and it pleases my eyes” you replied, still gazing through the skies.

“all of the girls i know are sightseeing with branded handbags and clothing” reo shrugged but he decided to join in on your little “sightseeing”, it was simple yet calming. he never thought of just appreciating the view at where he’s at.

then he looked at you, gazing at you the same way he gazes into the beautiful light blue sky, its like as if you’re a beautiful scenery from the garden with wonderful bright flowers. that was what you are to him, soothing. its like he knows you enjoys the little things in life.

he adores you for it, he adores you even more when he starts to get closer to you.

the day of your wedding with nagi comes, of course reo being the best friend of the groom he gets to be the best man. it was a simple wedding, nothing too fancy which is definitely something you would have chosen out. his head turns when he noticed the doors opened and you, the bride started to walk down the aisle.

you walked seeing familiar faces from friends and family waving to you, smiling and you smiled back. of course you would, this was the happiest day to you after all. reo gazed down at the white gown you picked out after months of deciding. reo and you made eye contact, you smiling from eye to eye looking as happy as ever. reo returned the gesture by smiling back.

he was in awe but he hit back into reality again. you married him, not reo. you’re gonna be happy with nagi. he watched as you and nagi stare at each other, watching nagi’s lips mumbling a “pretty”

reo bit his inner cheek trying his best not to cry at the vows, but he let it out anyways just like everybody in the room did. he cried. because of now that you’re happy with him, now that you’ve finally found your happily ever after with his bestfriend. he wouldn’t ruin this just for his own pleasure. he stayed quiet the entire wedding.

once the ceremony was over, reo stood silently at the side of the altar waiting for all of the guests to go home, the reception will continue tomorrow evening. you walked over to the purple haired man who looks like has been waiting for you guys to finish accepting all the congratulations from the guests.

standing right in front of him, he hugged you tightly. he sobbed, so loud that hes glad everyone already went away and its just you, him and nagi. you never saw him this vulnerable. slightly surprised, you tried to calm him down by patting his back. but that only made him cry louder.

he has so many regrets but he wouldn’t want to admit it.

“thank you for everything, reo” you thanked him, giving him a genuine smile.

reo stopped crying for a second to look at your face, trying to trace every detail so he would remember this smile by heart.

reo had many regrets, but he was grateful that he could be someone important to name’s life. that i all he could ever wish for now.

even if she isn’t his to love.

#blue lock #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage #reo x reader #bllk reo #blue lock reo #blue lock x reader

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would A Cubchoo Be A Good Pet?

A cubchoo may not be the best option for every pet-owner, but their peculiar biology may be handled by those who know what to expect when adopting one.

Cubchoos are the perfect size to be a pet. They seem friendly enough once you gain their trust. You’re really going to want to make sure your cubchoo likes you, because otherwise there will be some pretty severe consequences. If you and your cubchoo aren’t getting along quickly, you may want to seek some help from an expert trainer. It is said that cubchoos will smear their iconic snot on anyone they don’t like (Sword). Considering that this snot is so cold that contact with it causes frostbite (Violet), you really want to avoid contact with this material at all costs. While handling your cubchoo you’ll need to be careful, despite their size, to avoiding touching it. You also might want to avoid touching it because it’s gross, but that goes without saying.

Cubchoos’ snot isn’t all bad when it comes to caring for them: it acts as a great indicator of their health. When cubchoos aren’t feeling well, their “mucus gets watery” (gross) and loses its ice-type power (Black). You’ll always be able to tell how your cubchoo is feeling by taking a look at their snot: if its watery, not sticky (Black2/White2), or absent (Scarlet), you’ll want to take a trip to the vet!

Unfortunately, despite their size, cubchoos can use their snot to do a lot of harm to a human if they want to. Their formidable ice-type moves are fueled by raw icy materials generated by their snot (X, Shield), so a healthy cubchoo is a dangerous cubchoo. Using moves like Powder Snow and Blizzard, cubchoos can freeze targets solid, which can be incredibly dangerous in a lot of contexts. Sheer Cold is extra concerning: it may have a lower accuracy, but if it hits you will be knocked out instantly due to the cold. Cubchoos aren’t particularly violent, but they are accident prone: even just sneezing can result in them freezing anyone around them with their snot (Violet).

All things considered, it’s probably not a good idea for a lot of people to adopt a cubchoo. They may be easy to care for due to their easy-to-spot health indicator, but the risk of getting frostbite or frozen solid is pretty significant. If you know what to expect, or are experienced with caring for ice-type pokémon, you may be able to handle them, but for the non-initiated I would recommend a healthy amount of caution.

#pokémon #pokemon #cubchoo #pkmn irl #PR-B

[n-agiz]

I'D RATHER DIEㅤ fiancé! nanami kento x gn! reader — fluff [ 0.6k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI

ㅤloving you was the best choice nanami ever made, and if he was being completely honest, he would rather die than have to live a life without that feeling.

a/n little repost from my old blog to celebrate valentine's day hehe

nanami always looked at you as if you carried the sun in your hands, and everyone knew that.

he was completely enamored by you, so plainly in love that even if he never said it out loud whenever outsiders were around, every single person that knew him was aware of how smitten he truly was. his heart belonged to you, and he didn’t mind that one bit, completely sure of the fact that if there was anyone out there who would be able to give him the everlasting love so many chased after, it was you.

kento had never been particularly interested in relationships, which made him a walking contradiction because how can you be a romantic at heart but find no appeal in searching for someone to give all the love you had stored inside you? he had been in a few of them in his past, had previous lovers that although he didn’t nurture any romantic feelings for anymore, he still cherished, the memories he made with them nostalgic, in a sense — but those relationships only came to be by pure coincidence, a swarm of them suddenly filling his life and leading him to fall for someone, the love he suddenly felt unexpected but still enjoyable, a warm feeling that he undeniably enjoyed. you, however, were different, the first person kento didn’t need any sort of serendipity to want to chase after, the actions he made out of his free-will exactly what led him into your arms as opposed to the usual effect of what could only be described as destiny meddling with his life and putting him into situations he wouldn’t find himself in otherwise. he didn’t fall in love with you at first sight, didn’t feel any sudden rush of adoration or any string of connection right away — instead, he felt like he would fall in love with you eventually, an indescribable feeling, a premonition of what his life would look like if he chased after you so, without thinking twice, he did, seeking someone for the first time in his life, and right now, as he looked at you, your features relaxed as you slept by his side on the bed you two shared every night, kento could confidently say he didn’t regret that decision one bit, if anything, feeling beyond happy he took that first step, grateful that it led to you being part of his life.

sometimes, he would think about what it would have been like if he hadn’t though, or even worse, what it would be like to lose you after having you, those ideas so grim that kento couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of dread wash over him. he didn’t like to stay on that subject for too long, but every time he found himself caught up on it, didn’t matter for how long, he always came to the same conclusion — that he would rather die than to have to live through those possibilities. he would choose anything over losing you, anything better than losing the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, mind always vacating itself of such sour perspectives whenever he looked down onto his ring finger, the silver band wrapped around it a happy reminder of your promise to one another, of the love and respect and loyalty you shared. kento would rather die than lose you, but as the weeks passed and the quickly approaching big day slowly became more of a reality you two could share, one that symbolized a lifetime together, he couldn’t help but wish you two could instead become immortal together, all so you could truly have an eternity to be by each other’s side.

N-AGIZ '22ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

#nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami fic #nanami fanfic #nanami kento fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami drabbles #nanami kento drabble #nanami imagine #nanami kento imagine #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #nanami x reader #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu nanami

[artistsfuneral]

The Road to Kaer Morhen - p.8

this turned out longer than expected so most of it, the fanart and the vote are under the read more so people don't have to scroll past this for 5min

✨🌿🌼✨

It was good that Cat Witchers were already considered a bunch of madmen, otherwise Aiden would've started to worry for his sanity as he watched Jaskier's blue eyes light up with joy. “Good, because I have already named them!” Of course he had.

Following the bard on wobbly legs to where the four horses grazed, Aiden almost forgot about all that had happened a couple of hours prior. Then he accidentally kicked his foot against a stray helmet and the clattering sound of metal reminded him of the fresh cuts across his chest and the awful ache in both his shoulders and he couldn't help but to stare at the back of the bard's head, wondering what exactly a protector was.

But then Jaskier turned and smiled at Aiden with such incredible warmth that his heart fluttered inside his chest and he found himself mimicking the smile without the all too familiar voice inside his head telling him, warning him not to and he suddenly understood that despite it all, despite the horrors of having seen what Jaskier could do if angered, despite not knowing and therefore not understanding how or what or why Jaskier was who he was- Aiden wasn't afraid of him. Aiden trusted him. Aiden, who – much like any other witcher – from the very first day of his training had been taught, no, had been drilled to never trust anyone on the path that wasn't one of his own brothers. He knew of the world's cruelty, had learned first hand not to seek comfort and friendship where he wouldn't find it, but Jaskier- Jaskier was different. How long had they been traveling together? A month? A month was a time hardly worth mentioning, passing in the blink of an eye for someone who would possibly live up to three, maybe four hundred years or longer. Sure, Aiden was on the younger side of the Cat school, only having followed the Call of the Path for around sixty or seventy years, but even compared to that a month was nothing. And yet-

“Are you alright, sunshine? Are you in pain? Should you have rested more before getting up? We can take it slow, you know, no pressure.”

Aiden chuckled, “I'm fine, Jask, no need to worry. Simply got lost in my thoughts for a moment.” Not so easily persuaded, the bard gave him a look that was eerily similar to Lambert's 'don't bullshit me' face. Thankfully Aiden knew how to deal with that. “You said you already have names for the horses?” Success. Jaskier's face lit up again and he took hold of Aiden's hand to gently pull the witcher along. “I have! Or at least for three of them, I'm not quite sure what to name the fourth one, but I still want to introduce you to them!”

The horses waited at the sidelines of the camp, heads rising curiously as the two men made their way over to them. Untacked except for their bridles they stood closely together, showing that they had been traveled together long enough to form a bond between them. Jaskier had been right, they were friends, given the way they bumped their heads together. Aiden hadn't owned a horse in some time now, so the prospects of riding again had him smiling, even if he still believed four horses to be excessive. Though, all complains he had went right out the window when they reached the small herd and almost immediately a soft nose bumped against his head, warm breath tickling against his skin. Jaskier laughed warmly and gently nudged the big horse head away from Aiden's face, so the witcher could properly look at it. “That's Sprout,” the bard dutifully introduced Aiden to the tricolored pinto. “I'd say he's the youngest, certainly acts like it, but from what I've seen today the others keep him in check quite well.” Aiden hummed, taking in the gelding's lively eyes. He was the smallest of the four, his mane and tail cut short like it was custom for military mounts. He was pretty, almost too pretty to be ridden by a soldier, not that that was the case anymore, but it still seemed a bit odd.

Next to them one of the two bay horses snorted at him, making Aiden turn towards it. Jaskier rolled his eyes fondly and petted her neck. “This feisty lady is Roachie.”

“You're kidding, right?” One truly had to be a fool these days to not know the name of the White Wolf's horse. Jaskier had written several songs about Roach after all. “Certainly not,” Jaskier grinned. “They share the same color, the same temperament and I think it is time I get a Roach of my own. Can't be the Witchers' Bard without a Roach now, can I?” Aiden hid his face in his hand and giggled like a child. It was so stupid, such a petty thing, but at the same time the most brilliant name Jaskier could've come up with. “Alright then,” he grinned at the bard, “Roachie and Sprout. Who's next?”

“Chicory!” Jaskier said and wiggled his finger in front of a sheer mountain of a horse. A kaedweni draft, if Aiden was correct. It had that distinct gray color that ranged somewhere between a dapple gray and a grulla silver. The soldiers must've obtained it somewhere along the border from a farm and used it as a carrier or cart horse afterwards. The name Jaskier had picked fitted the horse perfectly. “She's a mare too, definitely on the calmer side I'd say, but given her size she'll be able to handle the boys just fine.” Introducing himself to Chicory by softly petting her rosy nose Aiden was reminded of the horse he had learned to ride on. “Our caravans are pulled by draft horses, they're good animals, sturdy too. I always liked them better than other breeds,” Aiden admitted. Jaskier bumped their shoulders together in silent reassurance. The witcher hadn't told him yet what exactly was going on with the Cats, but from what he understood so far the school of the Cat was going through some disagreements concerning the leadership, fractioning it into two or three sides and a handful of witchers that preferred not to intervene and therefore split off with the rest of the Cats for now. Aiden was one of them.

Turning towards the fourth and last horse, the second bay that was almost identical to Roachie except for the missing blaze, Jaskier sighed. “And this is the little fella I couldn't seem to find a name for. He's a bit more careful than the others, needed some convincing before I could give him a treat, but nothing I came up with really fit him.” Aiden hummed in agreement, seeing the shyness Jaskier had spoken of, but also the strong legs and firm muscles underneath the gelding's timid character. Unlike the other three it was almost obvious that he was a military mount. The poor thing was, in a way, so horribly normal that he'd be entirely invisible surrounded by other horses and that thought made Aiden gasp. “He's Horse!” Jaskier slowly turned his head towards the other man and blinked in confusion. “Uh- yes? He's a horse, well done, Aiden.”

“No, listen, Jask. He's Horse, like Geralt's horse is Roach and Lambert's horse is Horse.”

“Lambert's horse-horse? Huh?”

Aiden slapped his hand against his forehead. “No, Lambert named his horse Horse,” he explained, over-pronouncing the name. Now it was the bard's turn to gasp for air. “That poor Horse!” The two men blinked at each other once, twice before bursting into a loud fit of giggles.

After taking their time to get to know their new horses, Jaskier and Aiden tacked them up, going for the simple brown reigns and saddles and avoiding anything that looked too much like the redanian horse armor. They hopefully wouldn't encounter anyone else on their way to Kaer Morhen, but better safe than sorry. For now, Jaskier and Aiden would ride on Roachie and Sprout, securing their packs on Horse and Chicory. The plan was to swap the animals' tasks every few days, the rotation hopefully keeping their spirits up and prevent any sores or strains.

Jaskier's little looting session was thankfully providing them with everything they needed to take care of the horses for weeks, if not two months. Not that they planned on taking so long to search for the Wolves' keep, but you never knew. Aside from that Jaskier had scraped together whatever bits and pieces of armor Aiden could use in the future, some additional food and water skins and miscellaneous items like a bigger cooking pot and a nice set of knifes that would do them good. They stored everything in the horses' saddle bags, keeping just a handful of their belongings in their own packs. Jaskier of course, kept his lute close to him, just like Aiden refused to remove the swords from his back.

For a while the two rode through the underbrush of the forest, leading the horses in a circle to hide any possible tracks, then followed a well used deer trail further east until it came to a natural stop next to a small, rocky stream. Allowing the horses to drink, Jaskier turned in his saddle to find Aiden's eye. “How are you holding up, sunshine?”

Aiden, who's shoulder's had been aching for quite some time now, sighed loudly. “I'll live. Think, I will drink another Swallow and fight through it. We lost a couple of hours because of me, so we should keep riding until night falls.”

“I will ignore the fact that you said it like it was your fault Vizimir's toadies caught up with us and remind you that the sun will not set for at least four or five hours.” Jaskier replied, while Aiden fetched the reddish potion out of his sea sack and proceeded to drown it in one go. The bad rolled his eyes, “I mean it's not like our arrival at Kaer Morhen is expected on a agreed upon day, since we – you know – aren't expected at all. If Vesemir is at the keep at all. As stingy as Geralt is with details, I at least know that his father still hears the Call from time to time. So really, we don't need to hurry.”

Aiden gave him a deadpan look. “Have you forgotten why we're trying to find Kaer Morhen in the first place? We aren't looking for a summer house, Jaskier, we are refugees hoping the grandmaster of the Wolves will hide us from the rest of the continent. If not for you being- well, you, I'd still be chained to that tree right now. So can we just ride on and get enough distance between us and everything that's trying to fucking murder us? Please?”

please like and reblog if you voted

✨🌿🌼✨

I gave up when it came to drawing the saddles, that shit just didn't want to be drawn, so use your imagination to make their tack more realistic pls 🤫

Tell me if you (don't) want to be tagged!

@mirrorthoughts @dwintu @whump-der-it-is @beneficialfondue @sinfulpetgirlrd @chaoticfandomthot @fingons-rad-harp @basilikum7 @siriusly-the-best-bi @snailqueen42 @cowboybuttconnoisseur @reluctantbroodingdads @starlghtstarbrite @merthurmagic @wren-of-the-woods @araglas1989 @joestarlight @alaskawho @kore888 @toapoet @thehorrorandme @inanoldhousewrites @dinotree506 @gregre369 @life-as-a-gamergirl @nerdymuffinbonkcloud @singerin @cinary @dragongrowlings @thrive4good @moonroses4u @alllthequeenshorses @weirdandabsurd42

currently 3 of you need to check their tag settings

side blogs cannot be properly tagged

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #road to kaer morhen fic #horses #jaskier #aiden #witcher #witcher aiden #jaskier the bard

[greenboyfriend]

pick an image!

source all of the images depict iris agate slices. image 1: the first gem features a holographic exterior, with a tougher, grittier interior- cut open like a donut. image 2: the second gem has a holographic lining as well, though has a rougher cut. the middle section looks like the raging sea. image 3: the final gem blends together rainbow hues into a finite zone of emptiness in the middle... like a donut.

.・。.・゜✭

you may be feeling more reserved, or less willing to pursue a goal. maybe you've spent too much time looking inwards that you've lost sight of the world around you, specifically in a new craft/skill you'd like to develop. it happens! with the amount of work you're handling, it's not like anyone could blame you, though you may be doing things the hard way. is it time to just say no? on the inside, you can be nurturing, generous and unselfish, but closing yourself off rescinds these abilities. you might even see this craft/skill as being a drag, maybe you're being held accountable for something, but the essence of the queen of pentacles should guide you through this time. on top of being welcoming and kind, she is also very resourceful, and can make a little go a long way. she always keeps her promises & loyalties, and if you need someone's help, she's who you call. apply her methods to how you may think or feel; for example, do you consider yourself reliable? have you been kind towards others and yourself lately? throw yourself entirely into her energy, and expect results.

(8 of pentacles reversed, 4 of cups, 10 of wands reversed, queen of pentacles)

2. .・。.・゜✭

you've been working hard!!! maybe even too hard, actually. sticking to the tried and true method has made you blind to new developments that might make your dreams reality. you're being pessimistic, dooming your current project before it's even really started to grow! you need to be flexible- not everything has to be absolutely perfect. sometimes the tools at hand are exactly what you need. you have the means and the drive to make what you want, this is just another challenge you must overcome. try to focus only on what heeds real results. remember to stay true to your word, slowly building up credibility in the long term. finally, try to have fun!! not everything has to be just work. see the humor in your situation and think of ways to make working more enjoyable for you!

(2 of pentacles reversed, knight of pentacles reversed, page of pentacles reversed. a lot of pentacles!!!)

3. .・。.・゜✭

well, lucky you. you got some crazy cards! there is a need for balance between an aspect of the self- daringness, attractiveness, self assuredness- and some sort of connection. depending on your situation, one component is stifling or otherwise affecting the other. you must recognize both sides of this coin; what has this connection taught you about your own sense of self confidence? or, conversely, would being daring & tackling what others avoid bring change to this connection? there is also the distinct feeling of healing associated with temperance in the middle of these two. maybe a past connection has left you feeling less self assured lately. how can you bring these two things together? the sun offers you direction. seek enlightenment, whether that be getting to the bottom of this situation or having an intellectual breakthrough. do so with all the enthusiasm & confidence you have; you need to honor your true self. trust yourself. this has the potential for wonderful results!

(knight of wands reversed, temperance, 2 of cups reversed, the sun reversed)

have any questions? send me a message or an ask! thanks for reading :)

#tarot #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarot cards #tarot reading #pick a card #pick an image #pick a pile #pick a picture