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anxiousnerdwritings · 9 months

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Yandere Smaug Headcanons (platonic)

Smaug would be extremely possessive of his darling and just as protective. They are the most valuable possession amongst his hoard after all, his most precious treasure. Their worth is more than all the gold and jewels in the world to him. So much so that he could never part with them. That’s why he insists, or rather demands you stay amongst his hoard, where he knows it’s safe. Besides, you’re surrounded by so many beautiful, shiney things and they’re all yours.

Of course you would be kept in the safety of his sanctum after he’s taken the Lonely Mountain for himself. Harbored amongst all the gold, gems and jewels you couldn’t possibly think of, right where Smaug wants you most. He couldn’t possibly fathom any harm coming to his precious one, not when you have him to protect you.

Smaug is extremely strict about allowing his precious one to go anywhere, even if it is to venture off to another part of his sanctum. He doesn’t like not having them within his sight. He hates the thought of them getting hurt or lost, but he especially despises the idea of them ever stepping foot outside his lair. If that were to ever happen his panic and anger couldn’t possibly be repressed.

If his darling were to stray too far or is gone just a little too long for his liking/comfort, Smaug will follow their scent and drag them back to where he feels most comfortable keeping having them. There are very few places he allows them to venture to and he knows them all by heart, being more than capable to go after them if need be and easily retrieve his darling, bringing them back to the only real space he’s comfortable with them staying kept in. It keeps them closest to him and he can keep his eye on them in every sense of the word, even when he’s sleeping he’ll know if they make even the slightest of changes in their usual movements. Smaug is very well aware of his environment and the space he’s resigned himself to, he’ll know if they take even just one step out of the perimeter he’s allowed them to move freely about.

As much as he spoils his darling, Smaug really only rewards good and obedient behavior. Anything less than or just blatant disobedience won’t be take lightly. Smaug demands respect, especially from his little darling. It’s because of him that you are safe and so well taken care of, the least you can do is show some gratitude and appreciation towards him.

As gruff and grumpy as Smaug can be there are times he can be quite playful with his little darling, especially if it’s what they want and they’ve been pretty well behaved. It didn’t take him long to realize that often then not when his darling would venture off and stray away from where he demanded they stay kept was to solely get him to chase after them in a playful game of tag or hide and seek. He can usually tell the difference in whether his darling is trying to make a run for it or is simply trying to get him to play with them. It’s the gigging that really gives it away.

Not only can Smaug be playful but he’s also an excellent storyteller. When he really wants some peace and quiet or to just get his darling to go to sleep in general, Smaug will use his tail to bring them close to him, curling it around them to keep them in place then he goes on telling them stories of his adventures. Sometimes when his darling is really restless he’ll ask them what story they want to hear but more times then not his stories usually involve him boasting and bragging about himself. He especially takes care to make it clear to his darling that he is in fact the biggest dragon to ever exist. Of course it’s a complete lie but his darling doesn’t know that, and even if they were to question him about it he wouldn’t let up. As far as Smaug’s concerned he is the biggest dragon around now.

As much as Smaug typically comes off as aloof or even flat out terrifying he does hold some genuine care for his darling, even if it is just a little. His obsession is primarily possessive with that possessiveness only becoming all the worse the more his obsession festers and grows. Eventually his darling will become something more than just an object for him to own, they’ll become a treasure he certainly doesn’t want anyone or anything else getting ahold of. And with that said he will do anything to keep them with him, and only with him. He will reign hellfire down on anyone or anything that dares to steal his darling treasure away from him.

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loveemagicpeace · 4 months

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☁️MOON THINGS AND EMOTIONS🌜

✨The moon governs our mood and needs. They move and change. Deals with our memories of the past. It represents our emotional nature and way of experiencing the world on an internal, subjective level.It is connected with feelings and emotions, as well as with the body, where emotions are supposed to be stored. These can affect your physical health, and physical symptoms often indicate unresolved or unexpressed emotional pain. A large part of this process takes place on an unconscious level, so we are not always aware of what we feel, and we need to take time and space.

We can relax at home and surround yourself with all the people you love and objects and with all the comfort we need. It's a private place where we can be intimate with others and show our vulnerable side. Its sign and position in the chart often indicate what maternal care we grew up with or how we experienced our mother. It can also describe what maternal care we offer to others - to our own children, as well as partners and friends.

The moon's cycle also represents our daily life habits and routines, including household ones tasks like cooking and cleaning - as soon as we finish them, we have to do them again tackle! When we repeat something often enough or long enough, it affects our body and every aspect of our life. The position of the Moon in the birth chart can indicate, what patterns do we stick to, it seems in our physical health as well as in general lifestyle. It also describes what it's like to live with us and how we behave in close personal relationships in which we show our vulnerable side. Moon can also describe our family background and our current home and family life.✨

🧸Moon in Cancer- they like comfort and feel best there. They don't like going to places where they don't feel their best. They are very intuitive and always know what their next step is. They are often tied to people, things and places that are close to their hearts. Also they don't like strangers. They like being around people that are close to them and people with whom they feel safe to and they just don't really like places that are very unfamiliar and they don't like the places that are unknown or big or full people. Although they are very emotional, they do not show it outwardly. Many times their emotions depend on how they react and what they do. Their routine usually involves something they connect with emotionally. Life with them is pleasant (they will always make sure that you feel comfortable, pleasant and satisfied with them, they care and give you a lot of love). Many times they do cute things for you. They can also be moody sometimes.

🎡Moon in Leo- they feel comfortable when they are doing something that invigorates them and gives them life. They always have their hobbies that they follow. They find themselves through playfulness and childlike energy. It is very important for them to maintain their childlike energy and they will feel the best around people who have this energy. Living with them is fun and fiery. They will always remember to do something to brighten your day. They will always want to keep the romance alive. When they love, they love intensely. They are likely to feel strong emotions. There is often a passionate intensity that needs to be expressed. They can also be dramatic. Finding ways to express yourself is likely to be important for you. At this level, it is very important that you find a partner who is demonstrative, and pays attention to your emotional needs. When partners take the time to make you feel special, then you can respond by sharing all your abundance of emotional warmth with them.

🫧Moon in Pisces- they usually like places that are isolated and places that are empty. They don't like too many people around them. They do a lot for the people around them and can be very compassionate and self-sacrificing. They will sacrifice a lot for the person they love. Living with them can be like a dream you've never been in, but at the same time, things can also be confusing. Many times they swim into their own waters and worlds. They usually get lost in their own way of emotions and things. They just like being there they like to escape from the world.

🎢Moon in Aquarius- this moon will express its feelings and moods less and less. Instead of being very close to the family, she will probably need her own space and time to think. A lot of times this moon is lonely or makes a person that way. Many times they feel more alienated from family and people. It is difficult for them to accept someone, or they feel completely accepted in their surroundings. Because there is a part of them that is always looking for a place and an environment where they really belong. Living with them is unpredictable but very unique and different from anyone else.

⛵️Moon in Aries- a very independent moon and from a young age they are used to being alone and independent from their family. Many times they don't include family as much in their daily routine. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life- it is their mindset. They have a lot of courage and are very fearless emotionally. Their day practically includes more or less only them. They can be passionate about their partner and their feelings, but once they're gone, they don't come back. They are likely to be most comfortable with others who let them be themselves. They are very spontaneous and direct.

🦋Moon in Taurus- they feel most comfortable with music, movies, good food, the comfort of material things, nature. They like luxurious things, material things, but above all for comfort - they want to have everything they can enjoy. They are tied to people, from predestination and stability of life. Many times they also have an emotional attachment to the people and things around them. And they like to live in their comfort. Life with them is simple and stable. They will give you anything you want and they will do it very selflessly. They are very persistent and once they decide on someone they will not stop persevering and will always prove how much they love you. They are attached to physical touch and it means a lot to them.

⚡️Moon in Capricorn- they prefer to act alone and go their own way. People with this moon sometimes don't need someone emotionally. Kind of hard to find a connection with someone and they take a long time to really connect with someone. Many times they have the feeling that they burden people emotionally and are used to keeping their emotions inside. Their routine is usually full of duty and seriousness. They like to do a lot in a day. They have a very strong focus on things. They can detach emotionally easily(this doesn't mean that they don't love the person but they are people that are like okay I have to do my own thing now). But they are actually very caring people- they will always help other people.

❄️People with moon in 11th house will always be looking for a friend who will fulfill them emotionally. And they can quickly feel emotionally drained from their friends. They are people who will work hard to emotionally feel that they have fulfilled their dreams, goals.

💘People with moon in 8th house will always seek deep intimacy. They will invest a lot emotionally in the things and people they love. They will fall deeply into the routine and feel the emotions. Everything you do will need your soul and depth emotionally. Very often Moon in the 8th house people have a natural ability to help others find a greater sense of self-worth and value.

🦭Synastry moon in 4th house-it indicates that with this person you feel like you can tell them anything without feeling afraid. You feel very comfortable and cozy around them. They give you a sense of security. Emotionally, you feel that this person really understands you and you feel very comfortable with this person. As if they were your family.

🩷Synastry moon in 7th house- you invest a lot emotionally in this relationship and feel that this person accepts your feelings. You feel comfortable in this relationship. You may also feel emotionally dependent on this person. Emotionally, this relationship really means a lot to you, and you see this person as really understanding your feelings and accepting them.

☁️Synastry moon in 2nd house- with this person you will feel like they can give you emotional value and that they appreciates your feelings. You feel a kind of stability and security, that this person will always protect your feelings.

⛵️Synastry moon in 10th house- you can feel responsible from for feelings of other person. Like you feel some kind of responsibility to this person and when you feel things for this person you feel like you feel really hard and intense and stable. But I think sometimes you can feel alone or maybe some kind of distance from this person is like you feel things but you don't know how to express them. You feel like you are not so connected to this person emotionally.

✨Ig-bekylibra

-Rebekah☁️🫧🌜

#astrology #energy #zodiac signs #planets #my notes #astrological houses #moon signs #emotional

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silent-sanctum · 3 months

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You know in honor of Valentines Day, how about I make a list of Valentines headcanons about Jotaro Kujo:

♡ When someone asks what flag color he is, one would most likely say red because of his rude, standoffish, and aloof personality (mostly seen in his teenage years)

♡ However, if you think about it aside from the rough exterior, he's actually a subtle green flag. Let me explain-

♡ This is one of those instances where you have to look past his awkward loner-esque personality and observe how he treats people that don't constantly piss him off.

♡ There's a reason why some of us compare his "heart of gold" to the Amazon Forest that is Jonathan:

♡ Jotaro respects boundaries. As someone who's space often gets violated by unwanted fangirls, he's very aware of the importance of personal space. He won't force you to do stuff you don't want to.

♡ Jotaro is open-minded. He likes to explore his surroundings a lot and isn't exactly rigid with preferences or routines. He's willing to accompany you to wherever you want to go and would try out stuff you'd like for him to try out. After all, he did surprise Joseph when he said India was a neat place to be in.

♡ Jotaro is an active listener. Unlike Jonathan, he can't really offer you solid words of comfort. It's not his expertise. But to make up for that, he'd lend a ear to whatever you want to say to him. Sure, he won't talk much but at times, when you really need someone, he'd be there for you- help you out by giving advice on how to not get hurt again, and help provide you logical reasoning that validates your feelings.

♡ Jotaro is loyal and caring. Yes, he's all "mean and grouchy" no one's denying that, but behind that tough skin is someone that loves his friends and family. He values their security above all else and is willing to put his life on the line just to keep them safe from danger. He also isn't one to condone cheating as evident by his statement about Joseph's infidelity.

♡ Jotaro's love languages are Acts of Service and Quality Time. He likes company but he just can't express it well. At times, he'd spend some of his free time just being by your side, lowkey glad seeing you happy with him around. He can tell when you're upset just by reading your body language or can tell what you need from piecing together recollections of your words. As a result, he'd find ways to make you happy using the methods he can do. He'd buy stuff you like, offer you dinner dates at a restaurant that serves your current cravings, put on your favorite movie or music etc.

♡ Jotaro isn't as possessive as you'd expect him to be. He's very aware he's shit at being an entertaining guy, so he isn't in the position of being all high and mighty of wanting you to just be with him. If anything, he likes seeing you enjoy your day hanging out with friends... but he'd really appreciate it when you'd often have him in mind and you invite him to hang with your friend group. Whether he accepts or declines, he's happy you considered inviting him. But if he sees someone blatantly trying to make moves on you, then he has to intervene to remind everyone that you're taken.

❣️ When Valentines arrives... ❣️

♡ Honestly, don't expect him to show up in public being head-over-heels with some grand display of affection because he's not Jonathan nor Joseph.

♡ Instead, you'd find him waiting for you to finish your tasks and either tells you ahead of time where they're going to spend the day or asks you where do you want to go.

♡ Either way, you engage in usual banter and conversation, just how you both liked it over the months, and continue to do so even when dining or spending time in said place.

♡ You both don't show much PDA as an average couple would, and you didnt mind it one bit. But there are times where Jotaro wouldn't mind holding your hand in public. He'd slowly reach your hand, hold it, and place your interlocked hands in his pocket. And you find that genuinely endearing.

♡ Depending on his impromptu plans, he'd either bring you out in a quiet area of a park or ask you if you'd like to hang in his place or yours. And when reaching somewhere private, it's only there that you find out he actually bought you a bouquet and a gift containing something you wanted.

♡ With the way he approached you all bashful under his hat throughout the entirety of the day, you're reminded why you fell in love with him despite the awful first impressions.

♡ To end it off, you both finish the day either by cuddling to sleep or having an intimate session before going to sleep.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #mijin thoughts

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kefiteria · 1 month

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Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

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the-guilty-writer · 4 months

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Hey gill welcome back! I hope your well,

I was wondering if you could do a blurb with Morgan and daughter reader where she’s having a hard time with her blood sugars and just the migraines from it. So Morgan’s being the fluff caring dad he always is 🫶🏻

Hopefully that makes sense and I’m glad you’re back! Hope you had a good new year and Christmas if you celebrate 🫶🏻

Thank you! I'm glad to be doing better than before and so ready to start writing again. This is my first piece coming back so I hope it's okay ❤

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader - reader's blood sugar levels are giving her migraines and her dad takes care of her.

The sound of the garage door opening, your dad entering the house, walking up the stairs, and knocking on your bedroom door was drowned out by the pain that had overtaken your head. It wasn't until he opened up your door, flooding the room with light, that you were truly aware that he was home.

"Oh, Baby Girl," he said quietly so as to not cause you any more pain. He closed the door behind him, causing the space to fall dim again, and sat next to your bed. "Blood sugar giving you trouble again?"

"Uh-huh," you manged to mutter. Morgan ran a gentle hand through your hair.

"I'll be back," he said, getting up and dimming the lights again. "Just try to relax."

He came back a few minuted later with a meal to help steady out your blood sugar levels, some essential oils for your diffuser, a compress, and a warm blanket.

"Here," he handed you the plate. "This should help."

You muttered a thank you and Morgan got to work transforming your room into a safe haven. He filled the room with soothing scents, sounds, and dim lighting. The blanket was fresh out of the dryer, surrounding your body with warmth. The compress helped ease some of the pain in your head. A drowsiness came over you in the comfort of the newly adjusted environment.

"Can I get you anything?" Morgan asked.

"No," you said quietly. "I think I want to nap."

"Alright, Baby Girl," Morgan kissed your forehead gently, "sleep tight."

By the time he got to the door, you were already snoring peacefully.

#derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan x daughter!reader #derek morgan x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x daughter!reader

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widowbitessting · 7 months

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Hi! first of all I love your writing! And I was wondering if you have done any drabbles on how the trio reacts to baby feeling down or having a bad day, I have tried looking but i’m very bad at that so I’m just gonna leave this here and hope you can let me know. And if you haven’t I was then wondering if I could submit a request for you to write something along the side of that? when you’re feeling more up to writing it of course!

(PS I haven’t been on here for a bit but I like to come on when i’m feeling down and life is kicking my ass like it is right now but I want you to know I love rereading SM and all the drabbles surrounding it, thank you for bringing us that comfort with your amazing writing even when people are being dicks for no reason❤️)

Hello my beautiful nonnie. Now I won't lie, this ask has caught my eye for so long that I've actually been bickering with myself, over what drabbles fit and what don't😂 So I'll go ahead and tag ones that are similar in a way and then add something under the cut to make sure you're 100% satisfied with my response, I hope that is okay!

So! The drabbles I'm tagging are *insert drum role here*

Who is the softest/kindest dom out of the trio? - a fluffy drabble that I hope makes you feel all fluffy and stuff

Aftercare! - A drabble showing how much the Trio! listen and care for you, especially with safe words.

Unknown/Known Scars - TRIGGER WARNING, please read the trigger warning my love before reading this one.

Coffee Shop & Baby Doesn't Get Enough Sleep - I tagged two in this ask, where Baby is overworked at school and the Trio! are always there to take care of her.

Some Cute Things - Just cute fluff 'cos we love cute fluff around here

And finally, my favourite one on this list - The Sick Fic - it's self explanatory but Baby gets poorly and our Trio! look after her!

Now I'm aware all of these come under the stressed title and not worrying title, which is why I'm gonna add to that under the cut. I hope I can do you justice with it, and I really hope you enjoy this reply.

Much love

Livvy

xoxo

Also trigger warning for this one. Just in case.

When life seems to be kicking your ass, when your brain turns on you and becomes incredibly mean, you push everyone away.

It's a coping mechanism learnt from childhood, one that you need to break, but you can't.

MJ knows it too.

Can see it when you come home and the light in your eyes just isn't there anymore.

It's like you become a shell.

You're there physically, but mentally your thoughts are spiralling.

And MJ, your fabulous best friend, knows that she doesn't have the skills to help.

No matter what she does, you just push her away and burrow until the bad days ease and pass like a wave.

So she calls backup.

Wanda, Natasha and Carol come as quick as they can.

Already on their way to you as you've even tried to push them away.

Even going as far to exit the different dm's you're in with them as the constant message vibrations/notifications grate on you to the point where your brain whispers: they don't need you anymore

MJ leaves when the Trio arrive.

Knowing to give you all space, but makes them promise to message when you're back so she can come home and give you a cuddle, as well as a slap.

When they try your bedroom door, it's locked.

It's the first battle.

Actually getting you to unlock it.

To let them in.

It takes time.

A long time.

For them to break through that first wall.

To convince you that they're here and not going anywhere anytime soon.

In fact, it takes almost an hour.

You sit on the other side of the door, back against it with your head burrowed in your arms.

Fingers clenched so tightly in your hair.

Fighting against your brain to believe them.

When you finally let them in, they don't rush inside your room.

They stay where they are.

Waiting.

For you.

For you to let them in.

And at first, it looks like your brain is going to win and you're going to shut the door on them and everything is going to go back to square 1.

But -

You nod.

A tiny, little nod.

And it's all the Trio! need to embrace you.

For you to vanish amongst three warm bodies.

That tell you how much they love you.

How much they adore you.

How they just want to keep you safe and happy.

You're their girl.

And they're not going anywhere.

Ever.

They tell you this as you cry.

As you scream at them to stop lying.

As you smack them over and over until you collapse in a heap and sob.

It doesn't stop them.

They're still there.

Proving to you, to your overthinking brain that they are not going anywhere.

When you're finally ready to talk, they listen.

Wanda cries.

Natasha nods along.

Carol chews the inside of her cheek.

And once you're done, they thank you for being so open about this side of you; the side you've tried to hide.

And they promise to you that: They. Are. Not. Leaving.

Ever.

They will remind you this when your brain is mean every time.

When you shut them out, they'll wait.

When you vanish, they'll find you.

When you try to push them away with all that you have, they won't move.

They'll stay and prove to you that it is you that they want.

You're their perfect girl.

Their darling submissive.

But most of all: you are theirs.

And they will make sure you never forget it.

You are theirs.

And they are yours.

Forever.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #sugar mommies #reader insert #spiderbites #sugar mommies!asks #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #smu #sugar mommies au #sugar mommies: world building #sugar mommies universe #sugar mommies drabble #sugar mommies suggestions

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moonlit-positivity · 13 days

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Some things about boundaries:

The word "boundary" is just a word that means "a line".

A line can be drawn for any situation, at any time, for any reason at all.

A line can be drawn for many reasons. Maybe you're tired of being treated a certain way, you're tired of giving finances to someone, you're tired of a parent treating you poorly, you're tired of taking on responsibilities that leave you drained. You have to draw a line.

The line is to separate you from the actions and behaviors and stresses of others.

The line is necessary bc without it, you're left suffering- often in silence.

You have to determine when, where, and how to draw that line.

The line can be drawn by removing yourself from the situation.

The line can also be drawn by making others aware of your lines ahead of time.

You can do this by spending some time considering what your lines need to be, when they need to be enforced, and how you'd like to enforce them.

There is no guarantee that others will respect your lines.

This is the first and most prevalent sign that you need to limit, withdraw, or consider other ways to protect your lines.

It is never your fault when others cross your lines. Sometimes it's unintentional. Mistakes do happen. But if it's a repeat offense then the problem lies with the person repeatedly disrespecting you, not you.

That being said, repeat line breakers often do not understand that you deserve respect. This is why it's up to you to draw that line in other ways.

Your lines are precious and absolutely deserve to be protected, respected, and considered in every aspect of your life.

Your lines can fluctuate. You can change your mind at any time. You can have strict lines with some people, and loose lines with others. You can change a loose line to a more stricter line, and vice versa. Please consider thinking long and hard before you do.

Lines can be hard to determine. Please do not be hard on yourself for not understanding how to draw them, or what they even mean. You deserve the time and space to figure it out.

Lines can absolutely be drawn with authority figures, medical practitioners, family members, siblings, parents, friends, co-workers, bosses, and other people who hold power over us.

You should never feel ashamed about drawing your lines. Your lines are precious. Your lines are there to protect you. Honor them well. Surround yourself with people who ask and honor them too.

Some lines can be as simple as "I dont respond to texts after 8pm." Some lines can be "i will block this person because they hurt me." Some lines can be "I am forced to interact with this person so I will be nice in passing, but I will not allow them any other access beyond that." Some lines can be "I don't give out personal information to people I don't feel safe with." Some lines can be "this situation causes me a lot of stress so I will step away and reconsider."

All lines are valid.

Lines do not have to be understood in order to be respected.

Everyone on this earth is entitled to drawing lines. You are included.

Lines are not just limited to adults. Children are allowed to draw lines too. It is necessary to allow them to.

So many lines can be drawn in life. Personal space lines, bodily autonomy lines, emotional lines, financial lines, work space lines, friendship lines, relationship lines, social justice lines, spiritual lines, personal lines, and so many more.

People who use your lines against you are not to be trusted.

Pay attention to the ones who justify crossing your lines. Those people are dangerous and should not be ignored.

You are allowed to draw lines even when others are mad at you or insist that your lines are too much.

If you are having trouble setting a line in motion, do some heavy thinking about what the hardest part is and go from there.

Sometimes in order to draw a line, we have to get comfortable with changing our current position in life. Sometimes the people we need to draw lines with are so intertwined with our lives that we have to uproot our entire system in order to cope & move forward. Please treat yourself with compassion while you figure it out.

You are always worth the effort to draw a line. No matter how big or small that line has to be.

Hope this can help. 🌸

#recovery #ptsd #trauma #mental health #boundaries #healing #setting boundaries #saying no #codependency #people pleasing #communication #emotional health #emotional regulation #self work #self care #inner work #personal growth #advice #life advice

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simonsdoll · 1 year

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Makarov Headcanons

- Naturally a very cold person. Sleeps with all lights off and in a cold room at all times. Does get very mad if any soldiers complain over the temperature of the base/mansion

- Is always very well dressed whether it be very luxurious coats or very formal/professional attire. He’s always known to outdo and make others feel and look very poor when he enters the room

- Very strict on being clean and organized. He needs his space clean and everywhere he goes has to be spotless or he gets very angry. He once shot someone just because they disagreed with him and told him that they weren’t going to clean up like he demanded

- Very picky with his food and only trusts a few people making him his food. He’s paranoid someone is trying to poison him and attempt to kill him

- Always traveling from place to place in fears of ever being tracked down. He owns multiple mansions across the world and far away from his mother Russia

- Gets irritated very easily and usually turns to violence as a way to fix things. He can and WILL shoot anyone who disagrees or doesn’t comply to his orders

- This man has a huge collection of different cigars and alcohols from different parts of the world. He flexes and shows off all of his expensive drinks when very high and valuable elites come and visit him to talk over business and plans

- This man has the most dark humor possible. He jokes about killing random people all the time and playfully jokes about killing the people who play against him in poker or gambling. Usually drives people away and has a hard time keeping friends because of it

- He does have anxiety and paranoia at all times. He’s always paranoid that the people near him are secretly hit men who are after him. His anxiety rises usually when he has to leave the safe and comfort of his mansions and thinks that things will go downhill if he ever leaves

- Loves the fact that in every room he walks in goes silent and enjoys giving people menacing stares as he makes eye contact with everyone. Watching everyone shift and straighten their posture when he sits down for a meeting. Loves having that power over everyone and having control over everything and anything

- Is always stressed and working on something at all times. He’s a big workaholic and believes if he isn’t on top and included in things he suspects people will pass around sensitive and compromised information. He doesn’t trust much people at all so when it comes to his plans and illegal activities he likes it best he knows about every little detail

- He had endless amounts of money and often splurges on the ones he trusts the most. Gives away expensive watches and cars if he ever thinks your deserving of it. Gift giving is his love language but only if he does it because again he’s paranoid to receive unexpected things from others

- He has very strict rules that he demands everyone follows but since he’s the one in command he never follows his own rules. He forces others to fight his own battles and loves sacrificing others for his own good. He plays favorites all the time and often endangers the people who to him bring no value or importance to him

- For fun he enjoys going undercover and secretly kills people who aren’t aware of their surroundings. Always marks some propaganda on their skin or on their clothing. Does have a personal hit man record the killings and show him when they get back from the killing spree. And as always, he celebrates to a job well done and successful terrorism on innocent civilians

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drones-of-innocence · 8 months

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Hi! Great job on your collab with Elitadreams! You’re both so talented!

I have a question. How do you think the following morning after the last chapter would go down?

Hey there, thank you so much!! 🥺

If I were to continue where the last chapter left off, Mario and Peach would sleep through the rest of the night and possibly a bit late into the morning because of the eventful night.

It would be a deep and restful sleep that neither of them have experienced in a very long time. Mario is ordinarily a very light sleeper due to his being very aware of his surroundings for his adventures, and Peach tends to stay up late working and then wake up early to prepare for her duties. Yet, after that night with Peach safe beside him, Mario feels so at ease to the point where his body entirely relaxes and allows him to get a full night's sleep. Peach's subconscious senses only security and comfort without even a hint of stress on her mind, and she also gets to rest fully.

Mario would be so unused to this deep sleep that he would wake up quite disoriented and be confused at first as to where he was and what he was doing. But then, seeing Peach snuggled so close, in her soft blankets with her cute little Yoshi plush tucked in with her, everything would come back to him.

The sun would already be rising high, with the sounds of the castles daily functions as well as the birds and breeze outside setting a peaceful ambience. Mario would fret at first, but give in to simply watching Peach sleep for a few precious moments. Her hair all tousled, her face soft and peaceful. During the night, she had curled up beside him and tucked into his side.

It's intimate, and Mario can't help but smile despite the butterflies in his stomach.

However, he is aware that he shouldn't stay with her in her bedroom of all places, no matter how at ease he feels being with her as she rests. He wishes he could protect her just like this every day. But the threat is still present on the castle grounds, and he must see to it that Kamek is deported and will think better of coming back. He planned on convening with the Lieutenant and reorganizing the security arrangement and introducing night shifts. Plus, he has to check in with Luigi.

So he carefully eases away, taking great care to move very slowly as to not disturb the sleeping princess. His hand had rested over hers all night. He gingerly strokes his thumb across her knuckles, and gazes at her face for a long moment before finally shifts out of the bed.

Her room is still an absolute wreck. It's kind of hilarious to sleep so sweetly among such a mess, but as long as she is safe, Mario doesn't mind. He decides to speak to some of the staff about getting her space fixed up for her as he's stepping around some of the broken furniture.

As soon as the door shuts with the softest click, Princess Peach smiles to herself and snuggles deeper into her bed.

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kerrikins · 1 year

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I'm just going to go ahead and let myself be emotional for a moment about Bible's current situation. Yes, I'm going to mention Build Jakapan so feel free to scroll past or ignore this post.

Context: The above screenshot is of Build's reply to a video showing Bible being a bit awkward at an event without Build back in August. And seeing this again is just making me grieve what Bible is going through and what he has just lost.

Yes, I'm aware that Bible is a grown adult. You know what I'm also aware of? That he himself has referred to Build as his 'safe space' and his comfort level around Build has been visible. He relaxes around Build and the two of them had a natural chemistry together. There are interactions on camera of Build pulling Bible's focus back to what they are doing or reassuring him, etc. These are simple facts about their relationship with one another.

Now that is gone and I can only imagine the impact that it is going to have on Bible not just for his career but also on a personal level. Regardless of his personal feelings about the situation, which I will say we do not know, the fact is that he's now facing moving forward without his acting partner and also largely without someone who he obviously considers or considered a very dear friend. Previously at most events he would always be paired with someone to play off of, who knew him well. And yes, again: I *know* he is an adult, but being an adult doesn't mean that it can't be hard to do that on your own. I hope that his exposure over the last six months will set him up well and that maybe they'll send others with him sometimes.

Not only that, but now as a newcomer to the industry he has to go forward without an established pairing going into his next project, likely with a lot of uncertainty about who he will be paired with, whether they will have chemistry, how it will be received, etc.

And all this while being aware of what Build is going through because I can assure you that regardless of Build's guilt or innocence, this whole situation is HURTING those who love him, people who have done *nothing wrong*. It's why I have little to no patience for the glee that I have seen from some people because this is not the time or place. There are humans hurting due to all of this. I can support the idea of justice but also be concerned for those around Build who are innocent in this situation.

I am just so incredibly sad for him and I really hope that his friends and family are able to offer him support right now. The D7 event and the World Tour are going to be extremely hard for some members of the cast, I think.

So, yeah. That's what's on my mind. I'm going to do my best to pull myself out of my feels but I really hope Bible, Tong and Us in particular are surrounded by love right now.

#build jakapan #kinnporsche: the series #bible wichapas #kp cast

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withoutyouimsaskia · 1 year

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XII.

GIF: Originally posted by @sic-vita

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still absolutely buzzing from yesterday's comic con trip where I got to see Tom and Mason talk about all things Sandman. I wrote a little gushy post: A Dream Come True. Please let me know your thoughts on the next part. Hope you all have a fantastic week and a Happy Halloween. All my love, Saskia <3

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In all the time that you had been coming to your cottage in the Dreaming, you had never once left its walls. You assumed that the scenery outside was just a back drop, not something that could be interacted with.

How wrong you were.

The ground is solid as you step on to the block paved path, and the gate at the end of it has a realistic creak when you swing it open.

Morpheus follows just behind and engages the lock carefully after you both.

You are still cringing with embarrassment as you secure the buttons on the coat that he had conjured for you on the cottage threshold. Being surveilled while performing is something you typically actively avoid, even among people you have known for many years, thus making his observation of you even more disquieting.

You dial into your surroundings to quell your self-focus.

A rain shower is starting to clear up. Shining gems of moisture cling to the grass blades. There is petrichor in the air. Being exposed to the soothing scent, it causes you perk up like a bouquet of flowers being reintroduced to water.

Morpheus lets you lead the way and you walk in comfortable silence.

You feel his eyes on you.

"You seem much more composed tonight. Is that a correct assertion?"

Morpheus’ voice is warm and golden honey, complimenting well with the rays of sunlight that begin to peek through the cloud cover.

Your reply is teasing at first and then sincere.

“If you exclude the little dance party incident back there, then, yes, I think that I'm really starting to turn a corner.”

He says nothing, giving you the chance to elaborate.

“I can go whole days without replaying the final conversation in my head. I don’t feel the guilt like I did… I'm actually beginning to forgive myself."

The satisfaction and pride on Morpheus’ face sends your heart soaring.

"I couldn't have got to this headspace as quickly as I have without you. Being here, in a safe space, with such awareness, it's given me extra time to process my feelings and thoughts. I know they are simple dream scenarios but they've helped no end with the healing process and I'm going to miss them being so constant when they’re gone."

"Your dreams are not simple, Y/N." He looks down at the ground. "They are beautiful, a pleasure to behold."

The compliment ties your tongue, robbing you of delivering an immediate response.

You have reached a lone tree. An established oak that casts a generous patch of shade. You both stand beneath the leafy canopy.

“You must have seen a lot of dreams in your time,” you finally say.

He hums in agreement. “I can tell a lot about a person through the simple act of looking at their subconscious."

"What do mine say about me?"

“I see your longing for exploration and stimulation. An inquisitive nature and a hunger for knowledge. You wish to experience, but not in a way where people tell you how to do it. You need a level of freedom to feel satisfaction in your efforts.”

His words ring true to an unsettling level. You retreat into yourself, never having drawn the parallel between your dream choices and how you behaved in the Waking World, particularly in more recent weeks. It was the exact reason you ended your relationship; you were unready to participate so completely in someone else’s plan.

A breeze dislodges a few leaves from the branches above your heads which pulls you back into the scene.

One of the leaves drifts into Morpheus’ unruly shock of hair.

Without thinking, your left hand comes up to pull the small object out.

He startles at the intention and flinches when you make contact with him.

“Sorry.”

He settles quickly. “It is alright.”

You drop your hand back to your side, energy soaking into your being from the slight touch. It takes up residence in your skeleton, causing warmth to surge within you. You turn away, undoing a button on your coat to cool down.

You cannot get over how soft his hair felt.

You swallow your longing before deciding to change the subject.

"I think I'm ready to have nightmares again."

Morpheus nods once. "I support your decision."

"You think I'm ready?"

“I do."

You are dizzyingly excited.

Morpheus sets out the terms in a serious tone.

“You must promise me that you will inform me immediately of anything that may threaten your stability before you enter the Dreaming.”

“Absolutely, of course.”

“I suggest we reconvene in a week. I will let you continue exploring alone.”

“Thank you.”

He nods and takes a step backwards.

“Wait, how do I let you know if something changes?”

Morpheus’ beautiful eyes lock with yours. His tender reply is all the promise you need. “You need only call me and I will come.”

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In the week that passes, you find yourself in two nightmares. One located in the exam hall of your secondary school and the other in a clown filled circus. They cause you to jolt awake but you are happy to find that they do not consume you.

You are eager to tell Morpheus, hopeful that he will look at you with the same pleasure as he had done when you had told him of your progress with emotional stabilisation.

Except he doesn’t show.

You had never had a specific time slot but there had been a routine where Morpheus would typically appear within a couple of minutes of you falling asleep.

You sit on the edge of the sofa seat, your focus drifting to the cottage door, hoping for a knocking noise.

A rhythm is eventually sounded out but it’s not made through rapping on wood; it is the hollow sound made through contact with glass.

A familiar glossy feathered bird is peering at you through the window.

It’s Matthew.

He caws once.

You run over and operate the handle to let him in. He flies on to the coffee table and ruffles his feathers exuberantly to shake off some raindrops.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

“Hi Matthew, how are you?”

“Oh, you know, still a raven. You?”

You suppress a laugh. “I'm getting there.”

“I'm happy to hear it.”

Matthew hops closer to you creating a scritch-scratching sound as he goes.

“So, Lord Morpheus sent me to pass on a message. He’s going to have to postpone.”

“Everything okay?”

“Something's come up that couldn't wait. It should be over soon though.”

You feel an onslaught of worry for Morpheus, and then push it down. He's likely one of the most powerful beings in the universe. There is no need to be concerned. Probably.

“That’s fine, I’ll see him another day,” you say with a smile.

You motion to the bowl of dried fruit and nuts on the table next to your carrion companion.

“You want something to eat?”

Matthew appraises the contents cautiously with his onyx eyes.

“Are those raisins?”

He sounds terrified.

“You’re not a fan?”

“Umm, not really.”

“That’s okay, I’ll pick them out for you.”

You upturn the bowl and start to separate the offending items out from the rest of the mix.

Matthew delicately picks up peanut halves while you graze absentmindedly on the rejects for a bit.

He pauses in eating. “I heard you’re back on the nightmare list. How’s that going so far?”

“Not too badly. I mean, there have been no nightmares in my room that I know of. Have you felt any earthquakes here?”

“Nothing.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Matthew says suddenly.

“Sure...” You drag out the word hesitantly.

“What’s been going on when you and Lord Morpheus meet?”

You are flustered, immediately thinking back to the kiss and wondering if someone saw you.

“Nothing’s been going on.”

“You sure? ‘Cause he’s been acting differently since you came around.”

“Different how?” You are overwhelmingly curious.

“I dunno, happier, I guess.”

“But we just… talk.”

“Well, whatever it is that you talk about, keep it up. Lucienne says that after all he’s been through, it’s such a relief to see him this way.”

The only response you can muster is: “Oh.”

“I haven’t got as much to compare to and I’m not 100% sure what happened but apparently something really affected him.”

Now you have no words.

Matthew bobs his head.

"Anyway, I should get back to the palace."

"Okay, thank you for coming, Matthew."

"See you around, Y/N."

He swoops through the still open window.

You wake up not long after with a maelstrom of thoughts. The very idea of anything upsetting Morpheus makes your heart sore beyond measure.

“Oh, shit,” you say out loud.

You realise in that moment that you are falling for Morpheus.

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 8 months

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Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 2

Summary: Arriving for her training, Diana finds herself buckling under the pressure of being the only woman in the SAS.

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Mild injury description, language, brief mentions of violence/gore, mentions of violence towards animals

Word Count: 3k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while! Writer's block is a bitch, but I can't fully blame it because I stopped working on all my wips to binge The Terror. it was. a problem. Nevertheless! Hope you enjoy <3

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The air in the camp was sweltering, unbearably dry, so much so that simply breathing it in seemed the purge the body of its moisture and leave a coarse pain in the throat. Sunglasses had shielded Diana's face from the sharp flecks of sand churned up by the front wheels of the car as Paddy pulled into the training ground, the engine whirring to a stop and suddenly falling silent. She was aware of how ridiculous she must have appeared, with her expensive car and fashionable clothes, a stark contrast to the crowds of uniformed men that surrounded them. But it was of little consequence. All her life she had found her own home filled with army men of a much higher calibre than these, and all her life they had looked at her as something 'other', something entirely separate from themselves. She was used to being seen as an oddity, because she was one.

Stirling was sheltered beneath a nearby gazebo, seated at a desk piled high with files, watching the man stood before him with a half-bored expression. Diana made a beeline for the place, ignoring the lingering stares of the men she passed. The soldier standing before him held his shoulders back, saluting respectfully, his voice tinny and polite, his moustache neatly trimmed, hair combed beneath his hat.

"Has my shit arrived?" She asked, sauntering into the tent and coming to stand just behind David, peering over his shoulder at the file in his hands before frowning at the wannabe candidate as he stammered to regain his train of thought, startled by her interruption.

"Your tent's over there with your belongings," Stirling gestured to the edge of the camp, neglecting to look up at her but clearly glad for the interruption. "Your butler caused quite a stir when he showed up - I didn't know you could drive a Bentley in the desert."

"Well I wouldn't exactly call it a good idea," Diana shrugged, turning away to head over to her tent. Just before she passed from under the gazebo and out into the sun, she swivelled on her heel, pointing once at the other soldier and then to David. "Oh, and... don't hire him."

Stirling's candidate frowned, opening his mouth to protest before swiftly rethinking it, clearly hesitant to speak dissent in front of his senior officer. Diana nodded, as if to say 'See?', and David let out a chuckle, gently dismissing the man, who turned away disappointedly.

Her tent was tiny, the ceiling too low to stand upright, but it seemed that was the cost of having a private space, tucked safely away from the others. The men shared with each other, camping in communal space under large canopies, but it didn't take a genius to understand why Diana was not allowed to sleep there. Her belongings had been piled neatly on the bed - a trunk of clothes and books, on top of which lay her trusty rifle, the very one she had practised with since the day she'd been big enough to hold it. The weapon felt like an extension of her arm when she held it in her hand, offering a macabre sort of comfort in such an unfamiliar place. Stirling had left for her the closest thing he could find to a woman's uniform, and she changed quickly into the khakis before slinging the rifle strap over her shoulder and re-emerging into the sunlight.

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The ground passed below in a blur, the jeep rocking slightly over the uneven terrain as they built up speed, running straight along the practice route they had gone back and forth along all morning, tossing men in various states of preparedness over its rear. Reg sat on the bench beside her, watching as one after another the other men in the car leapt off the back, some landing with far more success than others, the pair of them letting out a laugh whenever one rolled particularly badly, flailing limply in the sand - the type of failure that ensured they would not be around for much longer.

"Right," Paddy spoke, his voice raised above the roar of the engine. "You're up, milady."

"Git," Diana declared, both of them smirking as she stepped up to the edge, peering down at the cloud of dust kicked up by the speed of the wheels. She only had a moment now to figure it out, only one chance to get it right. Thinking back to every man she'd seen jump, she considered what they had done wrong, and what had prevented them from making fools of themselves.

She would not make a fool of herself. It was not even a question, not a possibility she could entertain. One slip-up would be as much proof as any of these men needed to send her away - to prove any doubts they had right. Bending her knees, Diana pushed herself away, raising her arms to protect her head as she launched into a roll. Colliding with the ground at such a speed was sure to leave a bruise, even in the sand, but she did it - the landing was good, the roll was good, she couldn't hear them laughing at her as the car advanced further away. But as Diana peeled her arms away from her head, one of the back wheels kicked up a small stone, sending it flying straight for her. She felt a sharp jab of pain as it hit, piercing the skin of her forehead, a steady stream of blood already running down towards her eye by the time she had lifted herself to her feet. Raising a hand to the wound, she hissed in pain as her fingertips came away red - it was small, but deep. Painful.

Back in her tent, she sat cross-legged on the ground, peering at the compact mirror she had propped up in front of her, attempting to angle her head enough that she could see the wound in such a small glass. Bandage in one hand, Diana tried her best to lift her hair out of the way with the other, but it was rapidly becoming evident that this was a job best suited to three hands, and with each failed attempt she grew more and more irritated, sighing and cursing under her breath.

"You need a hand there?" A man's voice came, his accent so thick it took her a moment to fathom what had been said. Looking up, she recognised the man - he had sat opposite her in the back of the jeep less than an hour ago, but in that time she had entirely forgotten his name. The realisation caused a swell of guilt at his kindness.

"Uh-" Diana had been about to refuse him in some futile attempt to prove her competency, but it occurred to her that if she failed in this task one more time she might have gone insane. "... Yes. Thanks."

He nodded, smiling slightly as he came forward, crouching down to her level. She lifted her hair away from her forehead, exposing the wound to the sting of the air as she surrendered the dressing to him. "Oof," He huffed, raising a hand to wipe away some of the blood. His thumb was calloused and rough but gentle as he touched her, careful not to cause any pain as he cleaned the wound. "There. Not as bad as it looks." Once he had pressed the bandage down securely, a pleased smile creasing his cheeks, dirty from rolling in the dirt.

"Thank you, uh-?"

"Dave Kershaw," He nodded. "Next time you need help, just ask, yeah?"

Although everything about his exterior seemed coarse - from his voice to his crooked, doggish grin - there was something warm to this man, a friendliness that she found herself trusting immediately.

"I know," Diana admitted. "It's just..."

"You think you've got summin' to prove, eh?" Kershaw shot her a knowing glance, pushing himself up off his knees.

She sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "If I'm as good as them - their true equal - they'll still see me as less, no matter what. The only way I can get the respect of people like this is if I'm better and stronger in everything, and I'm-... I'm scared that if the wrong people think I'm weak, they'll send me away."

He frowned, arms crossed tightly across his chest, head shaking side to side slightly. "You'll be alright. These fellas aren't like that. Well - some of them are, but those ones are pussy enough to beat in a fight."

Diana let out a laugh, the sound of which made Kershaw smile. "Oh, yes, that will definitely help." She grinned, accepting Dave's hand as he helped pull her to her feet.

"Well, y'know," He shrugged. "Never met a cunt that hasn't been stopped by a broken nose."

"I look forward to testing the theory," Dusting sand off of their trousers, they emerged from the tent, squinting in the sunlight. Diana had grown up beneath the scorching Egyptian sun, but somehow every aspect of the environment seemed amplified to the extreme in the desert, so much so that even she was not quite used to it yet. Across camp, those of the men that had survived Paddy's training were gathered together to eat, talking and laughing noisily as the food was dished out between them. The idea of joining them became suddenly daunting, the chance of any one of them taking issue with Diana's presence a very real prospect. She hesitated for a moment, her heel digging into the sand.

"They can smell fear," Kershaw leant down, whispering in her ear, teasing in an attempt to alleviate her anxiety.

"Shut up," Diana chuckled, thumping him in the shoulder with her fist. He grinned, swaying to the side before correcting himself, and strolled over to the others with a cheery whoop.

Accompanying her new friend, they sat down on opposite sides of the long wooden table, slipping seamlessly into the conversation as McGonigal handed her a plate of food with a smile. "-and I swear to fucking God, you could see halfway to the fucker's brain, it was brutal," Seekings explained, jabbing at his food as a startlingly young looking blonde boy laughed along.

"What are you on about?" Diana asked, mouth half full of food.

"Best scraps. Reg here's telling us about his boxing days," Eoin explained. "- Although, as I keep saying, if you wanna see real boxing, you should see Paddy."

"Aw, we've reached the dick-measuring contest part of the afternoon already, have we?"

Reg put his hands up as some of the other men laughed. "Look, if we wanna go there, we'll go there, just not with ladies present, alright?"

She scoffed, flicking her spoon as a few beans splattered against Seeking's shirt, the table erupting with laughter at his offended expression, and Diana yelped as he returned fire, a blob of particularly runny mashed potatoes colliding with her cheek. She had never met military men like these - so at ease with one another, so rowdy and rough around the edges. Her life had been spent brushing shoulders with the higher-ups, with generals who would sooner look down their nose at her than shake her hand, but these men were different. There was a sense of comradery here with them, even when half of them couldn't even recall each other's names. This was where she wanted to be - a place she could feel at home in time, even as sweat poured down their brows and sand burrowed itself between their toes.

"If you're gonna get smart, what stories have you got, eh?" Seekings asked.

Diana raised a hand to wipe the potatoes from her face, shaking her head. "Oh, no - I don't have anything like that."

"We'll take anything, as long as it's not another damn bar fight," An American man noted, his friend fighting to suppress a smirk.

She hummed, taking a moment to think as she scraped the last of her food off of her plate. "Ok. So, once when I was younger, I went with my father and his friends to hunt Nile crocodiles, which - look, I know it sounds bad, and it was, I was thirteen and stupid, I just wanted to watch - but we went down to the river, right? My father and his friends and their guides had all gathered around this one bit of riverbank, because they were sure that was where they could catch one - I mean, you've just got this group of English toffs with rifles in the middle of the desert, they've all got fucking horses of all things, and they're absolutely drenched with sweat - anyone who knew what they were doing could have told you, they did not know what they were doing," A scatter of chuckles rippled through the men at the table, the group falling quiet to listen to the story.

"-But anyway. I'm on my horse further down the river where the bank is high, because no one thinks it's dangerous, and I've got with me another horse without a rider - I don't remember why. But they're all in the shallow part of the river, because that's where they think the crocodiles will be, but just as I'm sitting there, one of them comes bursting out of the water - it comes up the bank so fast I barely notice it, until it takes a bit of the other horse's leg, and the thing is kicking and screaming and it gets dragged into the river, and everyone's shouting and I almost got knocked off my own horse in the panic, but- ...Yeah. It was so close, it was like I could feel the air move next to me when it took that horse down, it was nuts."

It was quiet for a moment, the men taking a pause to process what they had just heard. "Sorry-" Kershaw said, frowning in disbelief. "You were how old when this happened?"

"Thirteen," Diana spoke nonchalantly, slowly noticing the looks of astonishment and concern on the faces of those around her.

"Fucking hell," Reg exclaimed. "Yeah, that was... That was better than my bar fight story."

"Most stories are," The American pointed out.

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As the SAS's training continued, Diana came to discover that many of the others had intriguing stories of their own, ranging from tragic to downright ridiculous, and for those among them who most enjoyed talking about themselves, it became a regular occurrence for the group to gather of an evening and tell tales about where they had come from and the people they had known. She learned about Almonds' son, Kerhsaw's slew of past girlfriends, and one night Stirling even told her about his brief foray as a mountain climber. They were, slowly but surely, becoming a unit, and each gruelling day of training only seemed to bring them closer.

Diana lay on her back somewhere out in the desert, eyes closed against the relentless afternoon sun, some twenty miles into a seemingly endless march, an untouched canteen carrying only an inch or so of water strapped to her belt. There was a rock digging painfully into her spine, but its presence paled against the agony that filled the rest of her body. Her knees felt as though they were filled with broken glass, so exhausted they were from countless treks up sand dunes and rocky slopes, and the soles of her feet hurt so severely she almost worried that if she were to remove her socks, the entire first layer of skin would rub off with them. She was sweating through every inch of her uniform, sprawled on the ground as if already unconscious, her fellow men sat in fatigued silence a few feet to her left.

"Right, come on," Almonds grunted, pushing himself to his feet. Diana did not respond for a moment, eyes screwed tightly shut, until she became suddenly aware of his shadow, blotting out the sun and casting darkness over her face.

"Ah, thank you," She sighed. "Just... stay there for a moment, will you?"

"Come on," He bent down, seizing her wrists and tugging her upright. "Ten more miles, let's go."

"You should leave me here to die. Let the vultures feed on my corpse."

"There are no vultures."

Diana tentatively opened one eye, peering up at the sky. Almonda was correct. There was not, in fact, a single living thing visible in any direction. "... Fuck."

"Besides, you don't want to die before you get to kill your first Nazi," Jim pointed out.

She considered this for a moment. "Alright," Relenting, she pulled herself to her feet, groaning loudly at the pain in her legs as Almonds helped her up, similar utterances of discomfort rippling through the group as they all rose one by one.

Seekings seemed particularly incensed by the situation, grumbling and muttering to himself as they continued their trek, the sun leaving bright red marks across his cheeks and forehead that would inevitably itch and peel come nightfall. "Fucking walking," He fumed to himself, inaudible to everyone against the desert wind, save for Diana, who walked beside him. "When the fuck will we ever have to walk thirty miles at once?"

"I'm sure you'd rather get some practice now than die tragically in the middle of the desert in a couple weeks," She pointed out, expression contorting as she stretched out the stiffness in her shoulders.

"Tell me the story again," He requested, breathless as he hauled himself up another hill, pressing down on his knees with his palms in an attempt to propel himself forward. "The crocodile one."

Diana shook her head, strands of sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face as she did so. "Nah. You make it back to camp alive and I'll tell you a better one."

Reg shot her a glare, but considered her offer all the same. With a heaving sigh, he relented. "Alright. Deal."

She nodded, giving the man an encouraging nudge on the shoulder. As he batted her away, she let out a chuckle, and began the task of coming up with a convincing enough lie to tell him upon their return.

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foryourencouragement · 10 days

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Hey, just wanted to let you know that that Unclemotherfucker guy is going full meltdown mode after I asked him to not use AI images in his posts (one that you reblogged)

In response to my asks, he's been saying some insanely intolerant stuff and is even committing to doing more AI stuff just to spite people who are genuinely concerned with the lack of ethics surrounding the technology. All this while he furiously tries to paint himself as some paragon of goodwill, then in the same breath says:

"I don’t have the care in the world about your fucking feelings and whatever lens you see the world through"

With a quote like that, I would go so far as to say this guy is actually a danger to the community due to his severe intolerance and outright hostile disregard for other peoples' concerns, feelings, and well-beings. I don't mean to get you wrapped up in anything, but I do feel it's important to make others aware of his extremely concerning behavior

Alright so I have a couple things I wanna say on this.

I think you have really well meaning frustration directed in the wrong place. I also don't love AI from an ethical stand point in general. But I also think there's a huge difference between monetizing the use of AI art and using it as a shortcut. Uncle isn't making money off of Hang Gang. He has created a group chat for people within the space to feel comfortable to hang out and make friends. It's a free thing that he and the other volunteer mods oversee to make sure it's a safe and cool space using their own free time. If it were for his Only Fans or like a literal piece of art intended for sale or being used as such (still mad at you, Late Night With the Devil), then we'd be having a different conversation entirely. If he was stealing someone's direct likeness and creating AI of them specifically, then we'd have problems as well. But this was his quick way to create an eye catching image to draw attention to a thing he's proud of.

His options in terms of other ways to do this were also kind of limited. Either he A) Commission someone to create art for his free Telegram group, B) steal someone else's content and use that, or C) create a slap-dash attempt at a graphic to try and get people's attention that will end up backfiring because it doesn't turn out well. Content already gets stolen constantly, so he wouldn't want to add to that problem. Commissioning someone is expensive and time consuming for a free service. And Uncle himself said he's not an artist. So creating an AI image and writing a poem to go along with it is the simplest solution.

The quote you have taken sounds really bad out of context, and it wasn't awesome in context either, I will say that. But I also don't love your approach in the first place to the whole thing, either. It was a very bad faith assumption that Uncle was doing this out of malice, which he wasn't. And you're response to his initial ask was pretty condescending. Like I mentioned, I also don't love AI when applied to art. It can really devalue the work that goes into creation. But Uncle wasn't taking away from someone else's efforts by doing this. I just think your anger is severely misplaced.

People are also allowed to have human moments. People get angry and blow ups happen. I've had my own blow ups here on the platform and people have snapped back at me for them. People get upset and will say shit when it pisses them off. Going "full meltdown" in one post is also not really going into full meltdown mode in my opinion. I've seen full meltdowns in the space, and they are far more wide spanning that one long-winded post. I have seen people create entire blogs in an effort to ruin someone before. Losing your temper at a condescending message is far from the worst internet sin ever committed.

I like the anger you have towards the system when it comes to AI, that's not my issue. The art has been scraped and stolen from others, that's very true and deeply infuriating. But the solution to the problem is not yelling at one guy on the internet about it. The solution is yelling at the people stealing the content and the corporations using this content to profit and take the credit and work from those artists. Lets focus our energy on that.

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epicthundercat · 2 years

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Welcome to the TUMBLR resurrection.

If anyone can revitalize this wonderful creative space it's the very real and very valid artists over at Web3. Why?

Well, simply because we are used to tackling social norms and working toward positive change in the greater creative community. What drives many of us is the idea of giving artists a real livable wage and taking out the middle men that take huge profits. Here in Web3 artists are able to be their full creative selves and create beautiful wholesome communities that are all working together to change the world and increasingly impact the world around them.

Some background of who I am:

I started as a traditional water color artist when I was a young child and as I grew attended very real, very in real life art shows and conventions. While these were fun, they were not sustainable for me as an individual with children who worked full time and was in college. I did not have the resources or means to pay an event over 200 USD just to make very little profit over the course of 3 days while ignoring my job and children. I actually switched my major in college under the assumption I would never be able to make money with my art because it felt as though it was not sustainable. I went as far as to get a Masters in Mental Health in order to survive.

Fast forward to 2021. My friend called me up and told me about this silly concept called "NFTs". I honestly laughed at first. It sounded silly and ridiculous. He had no intention of actually selling anything. However, I began to deep dive and as I learned about the activism involved and the underground movement toward artistic independence I began getting exciting. I have always believed in art as a tool for healing and wanted to help artists thrive.

I do not expect all artists or art collectors to understand our space we are building here in Web3 but it won't stop, the technology exists and it is part of the growing future as more artists are onboarded every day.

What is next? We need to work on growing Web3 communities and branching out by onboarding artists from more traditional backgrounds as well, this has already been happening and will continue but it brings into question more topics such as sustainability and longevity. We want Web3 to be a safe and comfortable place for artists to hang out and engage with others. This is key for survival in any business. You want to surround yourself with other like-minded change leaders and work toward positive change in a way that benefits everyone.

To those reading this outside of web3. Here are some things I want everyone to know:

Environmental issues:

1. Recently, the ETH merge has further improved any concerns surrounding environmental factors so artists need not worry any longer. However, I am aware the media has not shown nor specified this fact. Also, for artists still concerned there is tezos as an option as well which is an even more affordable option when it comes to blockchain art, and it has little to no impact environmentally. Also, Keep in mind any VISA transactions you make also uses electricity to process the payment. It is wonderful being mindful and changes are being made everyday to make crypto more and more environmentally friendly.

Scammers:

2. While there are scammers all over online (check your email) we should not allow scammers to set a narrative for artists and art communities. They are not a part of what we do or what we are building. Scammers will come where there is money. However, we need to focus on the underground art movement and scammers will disappear as web3 advances and securities are increased.

Diversity

3. Most of Web3 consistant of people from all backgrounds, areas of the world and various social demographics. I have spoken with people in India, UK, Australia, Canada, USA, Mexico and many other places. There are even initiatives to help those in rural and developing nations sell their work as they are in dire need. There have been sales and movements for the folks in Ukrane and those right now in Iran. Many of us have donated money to causes and worked hard to make the world a better place.

Web3 is a great place to be once you find your community. It consists of leaders from all over the world working hard everyday to make art more accessible to those from different areas, backgrounds, abilities and even to those struggling with disabilities who are unable to attend art shows. If you are a fellow creative its worth finding your passion and heading into Web3. We will welcome you with open arms.

- Epic Thundercat

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