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doppel-doodles · 6 months

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What is Shui's opinion on a certain "Albino Witch" wandering in the mortal realm? xD (Aka: Yeva shdhsjjd-)

Also, do they have any hobbies? :0

Ayayayaya you are tickling my writers brain I see-

Let’s say in this scenario Shui and Yeva probably met via Redson dragging her along to his lessons with Arthur because uh yeah he is kinda his teacher-

And in that case congrats she is now part of the family and no rejecting this is not an option.

Of course a friend of redson is a friend of hers! But for Yeva specifically I can see Shui would probably mother hen after her a lot, I feel like her more quiet nature and lack of emotion remind her a lot of one of her own daughters.

And a bonus for if she would have known her in her younger years, while Shui was a lot less terrifying than she was in her celestial warrior years she was still not the most approachable person however when Yeva decided to become her problem she would probably become the unpaid babysitter because „I guess I won’t let you die from stupidity.“ meant affectionately of course XD

She definitely would have made Yeva babysit her little brats once they came into the world as revenge :>

Well as for hobbies they all have something going on :0

But this is already way to long so have a quick list-

Shui: One of her favorite pastimes is researching marine biology and the underwater world in general, as an aquatic type demon it is pretty easy for her to just dive into a body of water and explore to her hearts content after all. On these trips she also looks for shiny knickknacks for her ever growing collection but besides that she also works out.

Arthur: Honestly if you were to just ask him then he would probably just answer "work." And to be fair almost blowing the roof of your house is a fun pass time but what he also likes doing is cooking which he is quite good at. Does adopting everything that breaths in your general direction also count as a hobby?-

Adrien: He's pretty into books but Adrien doesn't just like reading he also likes to write them himself. (definitely wrote a lot of fanfic in his teen years)

Klara: Oh she definitely is the type of kid that would do millions of activities and hobbies all the time and would leave nothing untouched, does everything from sports to researching physics for fun-

Katie: She likes to draw and dabbles in fashion design, really wants to learn how to actually make clothes, also a pretty big theater kid.

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Jú: Dancing and singing were her main ones but she definitely doesn't do those a lot anymore, another one where the answer would just be "work." If asked. Volunteers at animal shelter's in her free time.

Băoshí: Also pretty big into working out but also likes to craft, everything from cute little bird houses to full on furniture if bro can make it himself then he won't buy it. He to has a collection of shiny things stashed somewhere and it's only growing. He does some gardening on the side.

Yúnlü: Her passion lies in music, she is on a mission to try and learn as many instruments as possible. Besides that I picture her to be really into video games, definitely gets way too competitive when playing Mario party.

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Ming: I guess the closest thing he had to a hobby after his death was etching a line into his gravestone to keep track of the days, though eventually he couldn't even do that.

Baí: Sleeping, he doesn't need it anymore but it's a nice break from reality. Other than that he isn't exactly allowed to do anything that isn't serving or training.

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Mengtao: Gardening is her main one, even if it is technically her duty she still enjoys it. Other than that she also likes to annoy Nezha and Lao tzu-

Amia: She likes to knit! Her webs make for surprisingly comfy sweaters. Amia is also into crappy romance novels as well as making candy and baked goods.

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Of course Yeva belongs to @chuitu

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solitaire-sol · 9 months

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Prongsfoot Week 2023 - Day 3

Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon Moment

I couldn't choose so here are multiple moments, I hope that's okay!

⌘ Sirius running away to James. I mean, yes, to the Potters in general, but let's be honest, he couldn't take his family anymore, he had to have known that he was cutting ties with everything he'd had until that point, and the only place Sirius could think to go was to James, who I initially thought would be furious at the Blacks for pushing Sirius to this before I realized that obviously his only priority at that point would be Sirius. I imagine Sirius arriving, soaking wet because of course the weather was at its most dramatic, initially trying to play it off before James wraps him up in a hug, and since Sirius is already drenched it takes him a while to realize that James is crying. Sirius is initially confused as to why James is crying, then is confused because he's crying, and then Sirius finally gets to let it all out because James is here and he won't let Sirius shoulder these burdens alone.

⌘ The time in which Sirius lives with the Potters; I think he visited James and his parents over the years, but this would be when Sirius really gets to see what it's like to live with a loving family, akin to Harry going to stay with the Weasleys. I can see Sirius rooming with James for the first few days, possibly definitely sharing a bed, because he's so shaken up; a few days in, Euphemia gently suggests that Sirius might like his privacy and Sirius moves into a guest room, but he still winds up in James' room more often than not because the guest room is cozy but James' room feels like home. Feelings may Awaken, but James wouldn't make a move because he doesn't want to do anything while Sirius is vulnerable, and Sirius wouldn't do anything because James is already doing so much for him and Sirius doesn't want to take advantage of his kindness.

⌘ Sirius getting his flat. James and Sirius having feelings about Sirius leaving the Potters and getting his own place. Sirius showing James around and being all It's not much so I have just the one bedroom but you can still stay over, we can share like always, no big deal. James does stay over, helping Sirius move in, and it kind of feels domestic, like it's theirs, because James cooks a bit and shows Sirius how to do basic chores and it's just the two of them, and they snuggle up in bed at the end of the day and think Yeah, I could do this forever. and then they go to sleep without telling each other because they are dumb idiot boys who should just kiss alreadyyyy unless they do bc we have no proof otherwise

⌘ Their interactions in SWM: I've always read the exchange about the Snitch as not just James' willingness to accede to Sirius but the way Sirius reacts to anything else drawing James' attention. It's noted that Lily and her friends are there and James keeps glancing that way as he plays with the Snitch and musses up his hair; meanwhile, Sirius is bored and James isn't paying attention to him, he's showing off with that dumb Snitch for Wormtail and some girl who doesn't even get him. When Sirius' usual tactic of 'look bored until James picks up on that and Does Something About It' fails, he outright demands James' attention and James obliges.

⌘ The follow-up when Harry talks to Sirius and Remus about SWM, and they briefly forget that they're supposed to be responsible adults counseling a clearly distraught teenager in favor of fanboying over James. Yeah, Sirius, I'm sure you forgot how James used to mess up his hair. why aren't there more fics where sirius and remus both want james and not wolf-star + james i mean sirius > james < remus

⌘ The prequel short story, which is honestly just a few stylistic changes and a good snogging session away from being Prongsfoot fanfic. Sirius and James tearing around the city on Sirius' motorcycle, all matchy-matchy with their Order shirts, smirking and grinning and messing with Muggle cops and taking out Death Eaters (with identical fluid movements!) before flying off into the night, presumably to do more badassery, or get wasted on firewhiskey and congratulate each other on a job well done and 'celebrate' the victory, if you know what i mean

#ProngsfootWeek2023 #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i know i listed most of their canon moments #oops #headcanon by sol

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vermillionsails · 9 months

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Marc Spector Headcannons part 1

I've been playing Marc Spector on a Discord group and have fics in the works for him but, these are the headcanons that my brain decides to come up with and bonk him over the head with the tragedy sick with. There will be a part two of him in a relationship and NSFW stuff related to that. After this, I will be posting my Jake fic so enjoy! ps. sorry for the clickbait gif, I promise there will be suit-related content in the Future.

Quick A/N I'm finally almost done with the Jake fic I'm working on I only have two more scenes to write. then I'll be updating Fountain pen and uppercut. I'll be posting two Miguel o'hara fics after that then ill be working on a Poe fic. that's my line up so far. for anyone that's interested. also, I googled some stuff to try and be accurate to the character. the marc I have in my head also doesn't practice Judaism anymore but Steven does so if the food headcanons leave you confused that's why. Also Tumbler decided it was too long so there will be a second part which annoys me but it is what it is.

Trigger warnings: child abuse, food, music, taking of his life, Military service, and training. NSFW stuff about puberty. That's all I can think of.

childhood

• He is uncomfortable with staring. When Wendy wasn't physical, she would go nonverbal and stare a hole into the back of his head until he would get out of her sight whether it be him running up to his room or getting on his bike and riding to the park.

it wasn't just his birthday that Wendy wouldn't join or get drunk and blame him again. It was every holiday and the anniversary of his brother's death. It even expanded into Wendy going off on him if he was visibly enjoying himself. It has caused him to curb his enthusiasm about things and not want to celebrate holidays.

Bathing/showering was hard for him to get back into after the accident. The spray and the sound of the shower would give him flashbacks to when the cave was filling up. Baths would give him the same flashbacks. It took him months to get to a place where he could clean himself and get out fast enough that it wouldn't send him spiraling. He still showers fast to this day. He doesn't like the sound of rain either.

He has to be quiet. If he was quiet then, he could be in his room and read or play a little bit with his toys. He walks quietly too or won't make much noise still. He accidentally sneaks up on people because of it.

Wendy wasn't hostile all the time, and on those days he would let Steven front unless he wanted the day to himself but that would be very rare. He always tried to protect Steven and take the brunt of it.

He doesn't trust himself to cook, mainly because Wendy would snatch whatever pan or utensil out of his hand and told him that he didn't need to ruin anything else in the house. His dad found out it happened so he would get things for the microwave or have Marc wait until he could cook dinner for the two of them. He only knows how to cook two things.

After his brothers Shiva and Wendy's outbursts, their family members quit hanging around. He would rarely get to see his dad's mom who was the only other woman figure that treated him warmly.

His dad made him go to Hebrew school. He didn't get a bar mitzvah either. His dad would make him go to the temple but after he turned 15 his dad quit asking or making him. He could see Marc lose his faith.

He and his dad would watch replays of Cubs and Bears games late at night as Wendy was sleeping. It was the only time his dad could show affection to him as well. Mostly a hair ruffle or a shoulder squeeze.

Marc was able to do enough to be passing in school, He didn't make friends after everything with his brother and Steven showing up. He couldn't risk spending the night or hanging out and switching. He spent most of his time at the park walking around or reading or drawing sometimes.

(warning his edgy phase) He was at the park one day and saw a couple of goth kids walk by. He went to the library and looked up what he saw on their shirts and was hooked for a while. He wore mainly black and painted his nails until the bottle ran out. He got a long black coat and a choker too at the thrift store but the choker fell apart a week after he bought it. He tried to dye his hair and give himself streaks but his dad talked him out of it in fear of what Wendy would do to him.

He would listen to The Cure, Nine Inch Nails, Bauhaus, the sisters of Mercy, Depeche Mode, HIM, Deftones, pearl jam, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, foo fighters, smashing pumpkins, L7, Bush, Incubus, Kittie, slipknot, Korn, Mudvayne, a system of a down, limp bizkit, linkin park, disturbed, Alanis morissette, Green day, he even listened to the cradle of filth and cannibal corpse for a while.

He used to wear eyeliner. It was only in his waterline but Wendy found the nub of it he had left and threw it away. He didn't rebuy it when he found it in the trash.

He has a fondness for bugs and the ducks and other waterfowl at the park he was at all the time. He use to draw them with an ink pen.

As a kid during the summer, he used to hide and sneak away from the house during block parties. He would set off fireworks and go trick-or-treating with the neighborhood kids then. They let Marc hang out with them cause they knew what happened to his brother and they didn't mind too much Marc was quiet the whole time.

Marc had a hyper fixation with sharks. It started with him thinking it could help with his water phobia it didn't but he thinks they're cool creatures and knows a bunch of fun facts about them.

When he was a teenager a girl named Hannah asked him over for help with homework. He generally thought she wanted help. She didn't

He loves adventure and horror books. Stephen King and Jules Verne are two of his favorite authors. He also read Jumanji multiple times as a kid and watched the movie multiple times when that came out

(Puberty stuff ahead) when he started to get pubes he didn't understand why hair grew there cause he didn't talk to his mom or dad so he always shaved it off. He would usually nick or cut himself but got better over time. He didn't realize he could trim or grow it out until he watched porn.

When he explored his body for the first time he had to learn how to be completely silent. He went online and learned how to choke himself so he could be quiet. Over time with partners, he learned he didn't have to do that but sometimes he craves having a hand around his throat.

Kissed his pillow as practice. He froze the first time a girl kissed him. All that practice went out the window.

Picked at his skin when he had acne. Still does from time to time but Steven and Jake usually have the most consistent skin routine which lessons it.

Cucumber melon and lip smackers send him back to high school and middle school. He always thought they were nice smells/tastes. If you wear those around him he definitely would give kisses throughout the day or kiss the gloss/chapstick off. He will smell and or sniff you when he hugs or cuddles you.

Marc used to wear his shoes out so badly that the souls at the bottom would tear off or his toe would poke through the top. He didn't get brand new shoes until his military shoes and after that. He usually would wear what he could find at thrift stores with the money he got from mowing lawns in the summer.

From the age of 14-18, Marc would mow lawns during the summer for money. He would go wash off at a truck stop cause he didn't want his room or parts of the house to smell like grass and give Wendy another thing to yell at him for. It usually cooled him off during the summer anyway.

Before Marc left for the military at 18. He mowed a new neighbor's yard for her during one summer. He didn't understand why she would stare at him until later in life. He doesn't know how to take it to this day.

Marc was a very awkward flirt at first. Hannah had to teach him how. He was very thankful for it.

During middle school, he got a girl he had a crush on a sticker she wanted for her collection. She kissed his cheek in return. It made him noticeably flush a shade darker. He still will flush that deep if you kiss his cheek.

Marc used to steal his dad's cologne and wear it. It was Old Spice. Kids at school would say he smelled old but he liked it anyway.

He bought his bike from a thrift store

Constantly fixed flats with duct tape.

He used to visit and just sit at Randall's grave. It usually ended with him sobbing saying sorry and telling Randall what their mom would do to him. Eventually, it got to the point where Marc would eat lunch or just sit there after. The groundskeeper would give Marc pop during the summers.

Before almost shooting himself in Khonshu's temple. Marc tried jumping off a bridge as a teenager but couldn't do it; he was too scared to end up in the water below.

Space is a hyper fixation for him along with sharks and baseball trivia. He used to collect baseball cards as a kid.

Use to spend time in a comic book store and read TMNT comics and other superhero comics. He also used to try and watch Saturday

Morning cartoons before his parents woke up. He got to see a couple of episodes of TMNT, Thundercat's, Transformers, Jem and Holograms, sailor moon, gargoyles, and Gi joe if he was lucky.

Had crushes on Demona, Pumyra, Jem, Sailor Mars, and April O'Neil

calmer headcannons

he listens to "newer" bands like sleep token, I don't know how but they found me, fallout boy, my chemical romance, and Lorna Shore as he works out.

His music Tastes got expanded when he was in the military due to his fellow soldiers.

He didn't have very many video games. He didn't get his game system until his housing after the military. Resident Evil and Silent Hill are some of his favorites.

Marc didn't realize he and Steven were on the spectrum until the military and their assessments of him. He just thought he was weird

He's decent at masking and learned how to hide his fidgeting. He likes fidget toys he can squeeze or rub. It helps his need to be quiet and helps him focus or gives him something else to do when he's overstimulated.

He's had a few meltdowns when a schedule has changed out of nowhere or when a spot he likes gets crowded with people.

Has texture issues with shirts and blankets. If they're not cotton or just soft he won't use them. If he has no other choice he will be very grumpy.

He zones out big time but it's only when he is comfortable other than that he's on high alert

He likes flying and doing parkour in the suit. Gets adrenaline filled easily after.

Marc sleeps on his side and cuddles a pillow.

Sneezes loud and takes him a minute to function after

Refused to wear sunscreen and had to be broken out of it. (He got a really bad burn and learned his lesson.)

Knows first aid and CPR.

#moon knight #headcanon #marc spector #fanfic #fandom #oscar isaac

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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Because I've been apparently doing this.

With a Reader who overworks themselves.

Mastermind, Trapper, Doctor

Mastermind

He often overworks himself.

So he has no room to judge.

He admires how hard you work.

But when it starts affecting your health...

There's a problem now.

He overworked himself before he had oraborus.

Now that he has it, he can work nonstop.

You don't, so you can't.

He doesn't want to discourage your work.

But Wesker would like it if you took a break now and again.

You fell asleep in your food again.

That was the last straw.

Bed. Now.

He's carrying you.

He isn't angry, and he'll let you know that.

He's just worried.

"Dearest. You need to rest. Please remember to take care of yourself."

Wesker loves you so much, he hates to see you do this.

He's taking care of your work for the day.

No exceptions.

Cooking, cleaning, and everything else you usually do.

And he's spoiling you.

Please allow him to do so.

Any meal you want.

A spa day? He'll force ask one of the female survivors to do that for you.

If you'd like, he'll even carry you around all day.

You do everything for him.

So let him do this for you.

Trapper

Another one that likes to stay busy.

Like Weaker, Trapper often overworks himself.

It has taken a toll on his health, but he'll ignore it.

He's a strong man.

He's dedicated to his work, a little overtime wasn't going to kill him.

He admires your work ethic.

Evan despises lazy people, so your hardworking attitude pleased him.

It took him a while to realize that you were hurting yourself though.

It wasn't until you practically fell asleep walking that he realized the extent of your exhaustion.

Deeply concerned; time for bed.

Don't resist please.

He's doing this because he cares.

He'll draw you a bath, even putting in some fancy bath fizz for you.

He was planning to gift those to you at some point in time.

This seemed like the perfect opportunity.

He doesn't know much about spoiling, but he has a couple other gifts he's been waiting to give you.

Sweets, fancy spa things, new clothes.

He might ask some others for ideas.

He's going to spoil you rotten.

This is for all your hard work.

"Please, take better care of yourself. I can't lose you."

Doctor

Yet again, another hard worker.

He's pumped himself with so many chemicals that he's hardly human anymore.

So he doesn't need to sleep.

But you do.

Herman is more perceptive on this type of thing compared to the others.

He can tell if you aren't feeling well.

He sees you dragging yourself as you walk.

He isn't disappointed.

Herman loves how hard you work.

But he also knows you aren't like him.

So you need to take better care of yourself.

He'll put all his work down for the day to spend it with you.

No working.

If you need something done, he will do it.

But for the whole day, you won't be lifting a finger.

And he'll stay by to make sure.

"To function, a body needs rest and proper nutrition. You're lacking both."

So he'll make you healthy meals.

And, if it helps, he'll even clean up.

To be fair, his office is usually the worst.

And you shouldn't be cleaning up after him anyways.

Just for the day, he'll get you anything you'd like.

He'd propose relaxing activities.

A walk, reading a book, drawing.

Anything that doesn't require too much work.

He does all this because he loves you dearly.

"From now on, I expect you to take better care of yourself."

He'll cup your cheeks longingly.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd trapper #dbd doctor #dbd mastermind

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stillreeloading · 4 months

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dropping the 90 dop challenge

For the past few days (ever since my final exams started i guess?) i've been feeling pretty low so i didn't care to post (sorry) and didn't even study much. so, i was procrastinating on posting.

this post basically talks about how those days went and also about what i plan to do now.

i was also procrastinating on laundry. so now, when im home, i brought back a huge back of unwashed laundry with me.

my math exam was bad. my programming exam was kinda bad too. my physics exam went okay-ish. my bio exam kinda went okay-ish too. my trw exam.. i have no idea. i don't know what mistakes the professors will point out. and my engineering exam went pretty okay ( a lil more than ok if u consider the expectations i had).

anyways, the day my exams ended, i slept a lot. i slept at 12 pm and woke up at 5 pm. for dinner, we all bought food from outside.

recently i got a little comfortable with eating chicken with friends but i talked to my parents and subtly asked them if they'd be ok with me eating chicken and my father said no so i decided to go all veg (except for shawarma because shawarma is a non veg thing). so during this dinner, me and my other veg friend bought some veg food while the other girls bought some chicken.

i didn't sleep the whole night of 20th, basically. my parents were picking me up from hostel early next morning and it was already late and i didn't want to wake up late. so i spent the night watching some bl dramas.

they didn't show up at 6 (time they were supposed to show up). they showed up at 8 and by then i had got around an hour of sleep in. we went to this wedding. stayed there until after lunch. took an aunty home with us to stay with us for the day (my social battery was exhausted by now and having the aunty at home pissed me off though i was nice with her just two hours ago). i slept the whole car ride home. i spent most of the rest of my day on my phone. aunty left. i watched a bit of "freaky friday" (the one with lindsay lohan) while eating dinner. then i stayed up a bit for some reason and then i slept.

today--

i woke up at 10 30 and my father was pissed about it and he seemed pissed for the rest of the day too. my gran was a lil pissed too but all she said was to wake up early next morning(5) and that she won't let me off this time.

Okay but like, COME ON ITS HOLIDAYS CUT ME SOME SLACK

that's like, annoying.

but ok.

so gran assigned me duties that say i should wake up early at like 5, do the rangoli (nothing special just lines), and water the plants.

ok.

i watched the rest of freaky friday, a little bit of home alone. i did the dishes many times today. i organised my clothes and put away a lot of clothes i didn't want to wear anymore.

WHAT I PLAN TO DO IN THE HOLIDAYS:

well, i plan to learn some drawing during the holidays. i like drawing but i'm not so good at it. so yeah. i've saved some youtube playlists and skillshare lessons.

i also want to watch a few movies from my list.

i even want to help my mother and grandmother with cooking.

Also read? My friend suggested this book called "luv shuv in new york" i'm going to be reading that.

and i even wanna go shopping with my mother, brother. (separate trips with both of them).

that's it i guess?

I kinda wanna do at least one productive thing everyday during the holidays.

alright bye!!

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bohemiandreams · 3 months

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And as you get older, you start living differently. Your life begins to move in a reverse mode. You spend your Saturdays in bed, wrapped in blankets, watching foreign cinema that you have never watched before instead of partying with your friends. You take out the trash every day, you change your sheets every three days. You don't always have to be the first person in line. Traffic doesn't bother you. You put your favourite songs in your car and take the long route home. It feels a little like your own personal concert. You don't need another person to go to the movies with you. You order for one in a cafe and sit beside the glass window watching the roads, people, the way winds blow, and the branches of trees. There is a certain satisfaction in knowing that you have finally learned to live all by yourself.

You miss winter nights, but the ones from seven years ago in your hometown where your father and you lit a bonfire outside your garden and sat for hours talking about stars and planets. You remember your uni friends, and sometimes it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, and sometimes it makes you laugh in the middle of a restaurant where you are on a blind date. When he asks you about it, you say nothing, but you make a mental note of checking up on them online. You realise that you aren't afraid of heartbreaks and rejections anymore. It's all part of life anyway.

You watch a lot of YouTube makeup tutorials at 1 AM on a Friday night when you have nothing else to do. You experiment more with yourself. You wear all the clothes that you weren't so sure about. You put green, lavender, blue eyeshadows and draw pretty siren or rhinestone looks instead of going for something plain. You save up for the trips that you were dreaming to take. You meet your friends over Sunday brunches, you wear more colour than just dressing in boring monochrome. You buy a lot of plants and think about getting a cat. You listen to a lot of artists, and you finally find the one that you can listen to at night. You learn the things that you wanted to learn as a kid—French lessons, keyboard, horse riding, and cooking. You take care of your body and your mental health, and you learn how to say no, even when you hesitate. You invest in funds and think of buying a house, and it doesn't feel like a grown-up thing anymore. It just feels right. Or maybe you invest that money in traveling around the world. You don't overthink or hyperventilate so often because you have accepted that life has always been uncertain and that is the only certain thing about it.

You stop kissing people you didn't like much, or date out of convenience. You think of being with someone kind and nice instead of romanticising red flags. You choose your mental peace over chaos. You do not worry about your social media followers; you like the silence of a Sunday morning. You take trips on your own; you pack your picnic baskets and read books the same way you did when you were little. You leave parties early, but come home and dance to some techno song while you make pasta and sit on your balcony. You love your body more, and you accept people for who they are. You learn to cut off friends who gossip behind your back; you learn to prioritise yourself over others. There's no more waiting for the apology letters from your parents, and you're finally fine with it. You learn that you can miss people, but if they don't make a conscious effort to get you back in their life, they won't earn a place in yours.

And when you feel lonely, you don't run away from yourself and your feelings. You understand that only when you have acceptance, you will let people love you in the way they can, and you will love them, too, in the way you can. You know that there are things you cannot control, so you let them be and live anyway. You take more pictures of the skies and mountains, your friends, and yourself. When you find something extremely beautiful, you absorb it with your eyes first because you know that some things are better kept in your memories than your phone gallery. When your friends ask you about your love life, you aren't so bothered because you had made a lot of mistakes when you were young, and you had hurt yourself and ruined your heart for the ones who didn't deserve you. You smile and say that you are okay, and you really, really mean it because all your life you have sought validations from others, but this is the first time in a long time when you have begun to see yourself as someone important, too. And all the love that you were searching for elsewhere, you finally start to look for it within.

- Rae Pathak, friday reminders.

illustration by Haylee Morice

#life lessons #words #thoughts #words of wisdom #growing up #inspiration #life #happiness #self care #illustrations

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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Skellys kid (main 10) asks where children come from.

Undertale Sans - He slaps a huge science book on the table. You want to learn how to make children? Then learn by yourself because it's too much work and he's not doing it. Have fun. He already did his job with Papyrus, he's not doing it again.

Undertale Papyrus - He goes to fetch Sans' science book and reads it with the kid and tries to explain the hard things. He wants his child to be ready and have all the knowledge clearly. You know, not like what Sans did with him, dying of laughter after he asked what a penis was and where he could find one because he's a skeleton.

Underswap Sans - "WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? YOU'RE FIVE, YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A GIRL/BOY/QUEER MATE." He's not ready to let his baby grow up, please ask again in a few years or go ask your other parent. Or Honey.

Underswap Papyrus - Omg! He was ready for the talk the first day his S/O told him they were pregnant. He made a video to explain everything with lots of pictures and funny drawings. He's so proud of showing it to his kid. The kid is confused about why their dad is so excited about the all thing, but at least it's answering their questions.

Underfell Sans - Oh no. The kid knows he made a mistake the second Red's grin grows wider. He made a cercle with his left hands, takes his middle finger, and the kid runs away to cry in Uncle Edge's arms because they don't want to know anymore and they're traumatised.

Underfell Papyrus - He gives you his old dating manual, which helps the kid to learn how to get into a relationship from crush to baby. It worked with him even if he's still confused about what the "sim" from the "dating sim manual" title is.

Horrortale Sans - Uuuuuh... He... doesn't know anymore? Like, he knows he's supposed to know. He had the kid. But right now it's like everything got erased from his brain and he's just staring blankly at the kid, trying to find the answer. The kid pokes his cheek after five minutes to make sure he's not dead, because he's still looking at them and said nothing. Scary.

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh boy. He was not ready to have this talk today and he's panicking a bit, giving the child hasardous explanations and filling the holes with cooking metaphors because he's baking a cake right now. He made a bun just to put it in the oven. The kid is still confused, but all this food made them hungry so they don't care anymore about how to make kid.

Swapfell Sans - He has a shark grin. "You make Mommy scream until she pops out a child out of her body magically." The kid is confused. The next day, Nox is called in the school's principal office because his kid kept biting people to "make them pop out a kid magically". Nox answers he has no idea what they're talking about and won't look anyone in the eyes as he's running towards the exit.

Swapfell Papyrus - "easy. you bite their stomach, a parasite grows in there, then he rips their belly off to get out and starts to eat people." The kid is about to cry. Rus is so proud of him. S/O comes later to kill him after the kid did nothing but Alien's nightmares for two weeks thanks to his bullshit.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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10:55 PM GMT, Sunday 24th March 2024

I realise I completely forgot about this for most of the month, but eh, I warned that I would.

Anyway, I'm only posting because I feel like I've just had an epiphany.

One of my new friends (not mentioned in the freinds post) recently put me onto a web comic and after reading episode 103-104 I realised something. I realised where a lot of my feelings of inadequacy come from.

Growing up, a lot of the things I liked to do or wanted to be good at were restricted or discouraged. Playing video games? Limited to 2 hours a day and I barely get that. Singing? Too girly, not allowed to continue. Sports? I was too fat so I wasn't allowed to play with the other kids. Music? Too loud when I practice so I have to stop. Baking? I'm banned from cooking in the kitchen because "I leave it in a big mess". Drawing? Not as important as studying. Being good at doing others' makeup? Also way too girly. Chess? My step granddad was better than me so I was discouraged. Acting? Deemed a waste of time.

Anything I took interest in, I wasn't able to fully develop or do at all, so I ended up with a barely surface level understanding of lots of things. Meanwhile, all of my friends were able to fully explore what they wanted and developed their skills as a result. All of my music freinds? Better than me. All of my theatre friends? Better than me, etc, etc.

Die to not being able to develop any skills in things I liked, I ended up being surrounded by people who were better than me at anything i tried, and it felt bad. It still feels horrible. Couple that with academic gifted kid syndrome and not having many friends, if any at all, you get a big ball of unresolved inner turmoil, self doubt, shame and self hatred. I hate that I can't do as much as anyone around me. I hate that whenever I say I can do something, there's always a freind that can do it better and then I look like I was arrogant by saying I was good at that thing. I don't hate my freinds, I hate me.

So now I'm stuck with the feeling that I can't do anything right, so I don't try anymore. I just give up as soon as there's any difficulty because that means I can't do it.

And whenever people try and console me about it I refuse that they're correct. I've heard it all before and it hasn't worked. Not because the advice doesn't work but because I won't let it. I push people away when they offer me help and then when I tell them to leave, they leave, when I really did want help, I really did want to be better. But I keep being too stupid and pigheaded that I don't let them, and then they get annoyed and leave. Because of me.

I mean hell, the only reason I started this blog is because I don't have anyone to voice these concerns to and if I do, I don't want to bother them or bring down their mood. I made this whole post about needing or wanting help and I can't even ask for it.

God I'm useless.

Or not...

Actually yeah, that's a good point.

I can just use this blog to help with that issue.

I can use this to congratulate myself or whatever whenever I do something good, like asking for help or stopping being so useless. This way I can work on that and push less people away.

I just need to clear my mind, and look at this from another perspective. I need to stop blaming other people and I need to stop making excuses for myself.

If I work on it bit by bit, then maybe I can come out of this on the other side as someone who is actually happy with who they are!

Idk where to start though.

I guess I could start by hanging out with my freinds more? Or maybe I can tell them about the things I thought about in this post? I could even try out getting better at something gradually, like baking, though it is expensive... I mean I could try practicing the drums- or both!

I would have to do this behind my step dad's back though, considering he's the one that banned me from using the kitchen.😑

Anyway, this post turned out to be more therapeutic than anything, thank you for reading my self hating, weirdly self-insuring post! And if no one but me reads this, at least I voiced these feelings rather than containing them- HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHERE I'LL START.

I CAN START BY USING THIS TO VOICE OPINIONS AND FEELINGS SO IM USED TO EXPRESSING THEM.

Anyways, BYYYEEEE.

-Some Sad Guy (SSG)

11:20 PM GMT, Sunday 24th March 2024

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- Rae Pathak, friday reminders.

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29. Reborn in the Fire with Rachel Bloom

Plot Summary:

In a world where sports don't exist and people bet on postal workers and firemen, two teens named Todd and Tyler make illegal bets with a woman named Miss Cassandra who pays people to start fires so she always wins her bets. She reveals that she's been reading everyone's mail in their town so she has blackmail in case her underground betting ring by us discovered. She also reveals that her son was a fireman who was too slow and too compassionate and died saving an orphanage full of children that she know wants to murder to avenge her son. Meanwhile orphans Podrick and Jezebelle are told they have a visitor who isn't their mom but is someone's mom. It turns out to be Miss Cassandra. They read her a poem and show her drawings they've done of her son. Jezebelle goes through her wallet and finds a card for a free sandwich at subway and they beg her to take them. She takes them and they get a sandwich of diamonds and fish. Katie and Tyler talk about going to upside down thailand except they don't really talk because Katie can't speak. During the song Katie gains the ability to talk and tells Tyler that Miss Cassandra punched her in the throat and that she's really evil and because he told her her son is a hero that she's going to kill all the kids and bet against them and take all the money to start an underground football ring. Jezebelle and Podrick are locked in the orphanage as it's lit on fire and Miss Cassandra tries to get revenge but it doesn't go the way she wants because she keeps choking on smoke. She accidentally locks herself in with them and realizes that the firemen won't come in time because she paid them off and she's going to die. She realizes that she needs to adopt those kids instead of killing them. Katie, Todd, and Tyler comes to save them and Katie uses her voice to bust the door down. The group makes a wish on the fire and they go to see Anne Hait's new movie Brigit Jones' Diary and they're all reborn in the fire.

Best Quotes:

(i color coded some of these so they'd make more sense)

• "I had Chief Herndon, Chief Herndon you know?"

• "I pay people around town to start fires so I'll know what'll happen, I am a straight up bad person"

• "It's one thing to bet a little here and there but this lady's starting fires!"

"Tyler to be fair she's paying someone to start fires"

• "Oh the whole town knows about you wanting to go to Northwestern..."

"Shut up shut up shut up!"

"To study blogging"

"Everyone knows that in this universe that Northwestern is the preemptive university to study blogging!"

"That totally tracks since in a different universe they have a great communications AND business school, which is essentially blogging!"

• "Tyler you didn't tell me you got in, I thought I was your best friend!"

• "Oh he got in, I read everyone's mail!"

• "You are a bad person"

• "How many businesses are you involved with??"

• "Oh the mail reading's just for my personal jollies"

• "I know all the dirt in town so that way if anyone finds my underground betting ring I can be like well I read your mail and I found out from your ancestry.com results that you're 15% polish"

• "What happened when he slowed down? Was he safely driving?"

"What the fuck do you think happened??"

• "I'd be your friend even if you didn't get into Brinmar. I mean I would think less of you-"

• "He was a fireman..."

"WOAH"

• "It was a recipe for disaster in a cookbook of deceit"

• "You know what they say about cooking, compassion doesn't live in bread"

• "I can't notice when every woman puts her hands around my little sister's neck Im sorry!"

• "Ever since you started that Tumblr I don't know you anymore"

• "Listen we all love your blog Tom Cruise Ships, you know, cruise ships with photos of Tom Cruise photoshopped onto them"

• "Would everyone shut the fuck up about my cloak??"

Best Songs

• Underground Bettin'

• Recipe for Disaster

• Can We Go To Subway?

• You Can Aim So Much Higher Than Jerry Maguire

Overall Thoughts:

I'm really excited about this one, it's one of my favorites. It has everything! Zach and Jess's little kid voices, Rachel Bloom, confusingly attractive middle aged women who kill orphans, Rachel Bloom's evil woman voice, dead firemen, expensive sanwhiches, a song that's just Tom Cruise references, professional blogging, upside down Thailand, free verse poems written by religious orphans ... All sorts of weird shit. Rachel Bloom's voice in this episode is like femme Laszlo Cravensworth. Jess sings a song about Upsidedown Thailand and Im pretty sure that's a joke she has with herself because I don't get it and no one else seems to either and I love it

#off book ep 29 reborn in the fire with rachel bloom #rachel bloom #crazy ex girlfriend #crazy ex gf #off book podcast #jess mckenna #off book #zach and jess #zach reino #jessica mckenna #zachary reino #play it by ear #z&j

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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct angst #nct fluff #nct jaehyun #nct jung yoonoh

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Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

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90swrestling-mybeloved · 2 years

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Some AUs that I'm too lazy to write an actual fic about (part 1)

🕯HartBreak but Bret is like Pygmalion and Shawn is like Galatea

🌰y'all it's like midnight, my brain is dead so forgive the messy writing

⏳Some mentions of death but it isn't descriptive

🕰taglist babyyyy: @terraryting @prettyboymichaels @old-no7 @beesworld23 @piratewithvigor

🖋share some HCs of your own if you want to :D)

🎨 happy reading, HCs below the cut

🗝 Bret is an art student who visits a museum. After hours of looking at paintings, Bret retreats to the hedge maze behind the building for fresh air. He wanders through the green walls and passes by moss-covered statues and cracked pillars. He sees a statue that's positioned at the center of the maze, away from prying eyes and clicking cameras. Bret is curious and takes a closer look. The statue is in perfect condition. It has no cracks or missing limbs; details that should've been washed out from the passage of time are still visible. The sculpture is in a kneeling position, its hands open as if it cradled something that isn't there anymore. Its face is a snapshot of grief, cheeks adorned with stone tears. Without much of a passing thought, Bret reaches out and caresses the statue's cheek.

🗝 Stone turns into skin, empty eyes blossom into bright blue hues. The statue becomes man and his name is Shawn. The man is terrified, Bret even more so. They're frozen, both of them too afraid to move. Years seem to pass until Bret calls out to Shawn.

🗝"Are you okay?" "I was just a statue a minute ago, what do you think?"

🗝Bret finds himself making a cup of coffee in his dorm kitchen for a stranger he met in the most unnatural way possible. He offers Shawn his couch to sleep on for the foreseeable future. The blonde didn't seem to mind. A slightly springy couch was better than the stone pedestal he used to kneel on.

🗝Bret proceeds to teach Shawn about the intricacies of modern living. The lessons go well up until Bret tries to explain how phones and computers work. After Shawn accidentally blinds himself with the camera flash, Bret decides they should move on to other things.

🗝In exchange for Bret's hospitality, Shawn makes himself useful. He sweeps away the crumpled papers on the floor and cleans out the numerous paintwater-filled jars that Bret has around his dorm. He cooks too (he literally just puts hot water in cup noodles and calls himself a chef).

🗝The two fall into a routine of sorts. They grow closer and slowly open up to each other. They know things about one another even if they didn't talk about it before.

🗝Shawn would offer Bret some fruit that he bought from the farmers market and coincidentally, he bought Bret's favorite ("Strawberries? How'd you know I like them?" "Just a hunch"). Bret would close the curtains every morning to stop the sunlight from glaring into Shawn's eyes ("You seem like someone who sleeps in").

🗝Shawn gets paranoid whenever Bret goes out.

🗝"What if an arrow hits you in the chest?" "That won't happen, Shawn" What if one of those fast metal things crash into you?" You mean cars?" "What if you DROWN?" "In what? A puddle?"

🗝Bret sometimes sketches Shawn out of boredom. Shawn teases him about it.

🗝"Try not to draw my bad side, Bret" "What bad side?"

🗝So they fall in love. Yay love!

🗝But what if this wasn't the first time they did?

🗝Shawn and Bret have met in the past, in the long gone past. Centuries ago, Bret was a sculptor who dreamed to finally create his magnum opus. And after months of chiseling and sleepless nights, he finally did. It was sculpted in such a way that it looked like it was ready to breathe and walk right off its pedestal. The statue was beautiful, perfect some would say. Bret fell in love with it. He fell in love with the statue he named Shawn and prayed everyday just to have Shawn love him back.

🗝The goddess of love and beauty took notice of Bret's prayers and granted his wishes. Shawn came to life and the two loved each other wholeheartedly. The goddess that gave Shawn life didn't ask for much in return, as long as Bret would continue to pray to her. Bret agreed, it was simple enough.

🗝However, Bret soon forgot about his end of the bargain. Instead of worshipping the goddess, he worshipped and loved Shawn with every fiber of his being. Fueled by Bret's words, Shawn began to believe that he was better than the goddess of beauty and love.

🗝Naturally, this angered the goddess. And as punishment, she cursed Shawn to witness Bret's death over and over again. No matter which life they're in, Shawn is destined to meet Bret, fall in love with him, and watch him die forever. Once Bret dies, he becomes a statue and once Bret touches him, he comes back to life.

🗝Remember the part where I described that statue Shawn looked like he was cradling something and crying? He was cradling a dying Bret. And while he was dying, Shawn was slowly turning into stone. To make it angstier: Shawn is fully conscious when he's a statue. So this means, Shawn watched Bret's corpse deteriorate. And that memory keeps on repeating inside his head as decades pass. He forgets everything once he becomes human though. So he experiences the same feeling of sadness, gried and dread every time.

🗝So, this au has no happy ending. The cycle will repeat itself. Only sad ending— unless?👀

#hartbreak #alternate universe #bret x shawn #I'll probably share more AUs idk lmao #m. writes

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tomb-bloom-noctem · 2 years

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saw your post so go ahead and give us all of your DY headcanons

So...whoops this has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER and I deeply apologize anon. I wanted to go into it more but unfortunately it was forgotten and I feel terrible and I just wanna post it instead of leaving it forever again. 😔 my apologies again. So here's some headcanons specifically about Donald and Della.

So I'm guessing by DY you mean DT so I'm going with DT headcanons and if I misunderstood then I'm sorry anon 😂

Oh boy now I have to figure my thoughts 😂 this is not very organized!

Most of these will make an appearance in The Attempt and the Aftermath but some won't. I'm going to avoid putting ones that I feel will be spoilers.

Tombs DT Headcanons

Donald

He's ambidextrous

His parents taught him and Della the piano and guitar but it stuck better with Donald than it did Della.

His strengths are language, music, and arts. Reading, writing, learning other languages, drawing, playing music, etc. It's a kind of sad irony since so many people struggle to understand him.

He can speak, write, and understand English, Spanish, Portuguese, (courtesy of José and Panchito), Greek (courtesy of Storkules), Latin (courtesy of Quackfaster), and American Sign Language (courtesy of Hortense) also a small bit of Scottish Gaelic (courtesy of Fergus and Downy) and French (later in life courtesy of Daisy)

His voice being hard to understand is due to his vocal cords being underdeveloped when he was born. This causes him pain a lot of times, especially when he's sick or speaks a lot. (Already partially explored in my fic but some more coming up)

He was in the Navy for just under 4 years. (More on this coming up in TA&TA)

He doesn't like flying but his fear didn't really set in until after losing Della.

Donald has depression, anxiety, PTSD, haphephobia the fear of being touched, and selective mutism. Heavily explored in my fic with healing as the goal.

Panchito taught him his "world famous chili"

Donald is actually a pretty good cook when his luck doesn't mess with him and actually has access to better ingredients.

He mostly likes rock and metal music but he's open to all music of course. But he's still got a lot of his grunge tendencies.

His greatest fear is not being good enough for the boys.

Daisy is his first kiss, first really serious relationship, first all of it. He's a little bit embarrassed by it but he's just never really had time or even really opportunity to form romantic relationships before her.

He has the worst temper between him and Della but is more patient.

He used to really like sitcoms but now he can't really stand them. He doesn't watch TV much anymore. He's very tired.

Della

Della is right handed.

Her strengths are more mathematical, scientific, and mechanical. She's actually quite intelligent when she really applies herself. It's just that a lot of time she's impatient and rushes in.

Della has a better temper than Donald but she still has the Duck temper. She is less patient than him though.

Della knows English, sign language, and Greek (courtesy of Selene). Languages don't stick quite as well with her so she relies on Donald more so for language stuff.

If Huey, Dewey, and Louie were girls she'd have given them the same Jet, Turbo, and Rebel names. ("What can I say? These are awesome names and gender neutral.")

Della claims she doesn't believe in astrology and horoscopes but she kinda secretly does.

She didn't go to college but she did attend a private flight academy for a year to get her pilot's license.

Also she isn't completely tomboy. There is a feminine side to her but she will only reveal it when she wants to. This mostly happens with her female friends but the family sees it sometimes. But as a whole she prefers adventure and sports and "masculine" things. (All of which is valid)

Her favorite TV shows are of the action/adventure and mystery/crime genre.

She's the oldest by 2 minutes.

#tomb talks #sorry for the late reply #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #della duck #headcanons #the attempt & the aftermath #ta&ta

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