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heavenlycloud · 5 months

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quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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what if kaveh adopted a child?

summary. kaveh adopts a random child.

trigger & content warnings. implied past trauma.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort, found family. kaveh & child!reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. hehe kaveh <3 this was written before the fontaine release, so i dont know how villainous focalors may or may not be but i implied her to be a lil bit villain-like. anyway i probably wont expand upon this one, this brainrot is just a silly little thought i had

kaveh is a man with a heart much too big for his chest.

alhaitham can't really say he's surprised when kaveh tries to sneak in an orphaned, seemingly nonverbal child barely any older than six or seven. they're clinging to the blonde like a lifeline, face buried in his neck and little hands clutching the fabric of his shirt. given how frail they look...

"quit staring. they came from fontaine," kaveh scoffed, one of his hands absently toying with the tips of their knotted hair, "if you must know."

there's a little bit of surprise on alhaitham's face at that—a child that small ran all the way from fontaine to sumeru city? did they communicate that to kaveh, or did he just assume based on their attire?—but it washes away quickly as he turns back to his book. kaveh almost dares to think he'll get off easily at his roommate's brief silence. he should've known better. just as he starts to walk away... "you can't keep them."

what alhaitham doesn't know is that they avoided so, so many others in sumeru city but approached kaveh because they felt safer approaching him rather than anyone else.

it annoys him beyond belief that the scribe fails to understand how intuitive children are (he's far too petty to admit that maybe it's because alhaitham doesn't know what happened, that he wasn't there to witness such a sweet little one approaching him while flinching away from others). they approached kaveh because, in their mind, he felt safer than other people.

there's no way in hell he's abandoning them.

"it's not your choice to make."

"it's my house."

"what do you suggest i do, then?!" he snaps, quickly regaining his composure when the little one in his arms trembles. a sense of guilt weighs on his chest; the poor thing must be exhausted, hungry, and possibly even sick or injured. they don't need any more stress. as infuriating as alhaitham can be... the blonde is more concerned with the child. kaveh's voice lowers significantly as he continues, "i'm not going to just leave them on the streets in a foreign nation."

"oh, i don't know," alhaitham muses, "maybe head to fontaine and find their parents?"

"gone."

both of the roommates fall silent at the little, meek voice. they peek upwards at kaveh.

a sense of calmness washes over them at the gentle, sympathetic expression on his face. he... looks like he could cry for them, actually. they don't have the capacity to completely understand the extent of the architect's empathy quite yet, and so, instead of trying to process why he looks so utterly bothered, they settle on laying their head back on his shoulder. he makes a very nice pillow.

"they're, um, gone," they repeat again, a little louder so the objectively scarier man could hear them with clarity. despite their sleepiness, they do their best to speak clearly and steadily. "l— lady focalors took them."

"...take them to gandharva ville."

kaveh doesn't reply to that, merely walking past his roommate and heading towards the bathroom to run a warm bath for them.

he knows he should. he's busy and won't be able to provide such a fragile thing with the care and attention they need to grow properly, not to mention his looming debt. he also knows that tighnari and collei and all the other forest rangers would take very good care of them until he rids himself of debt or until they're old enough to care for themselves. he knows, but... he just doesn't want to get rid of them. it pains kaveh to even think about doing something like that.

...

archons... he sincerely hopes that he can get rid of his debt and do it fast.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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cyle · 10 months

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Hi! I'm wondering if you can offer any insight into something that's been bugging me with all of the changes. This is genuinely not a hostile ask - I know first-hand how hard (necessary) change management is. I don't envy the position y'all are in.

That being said - I'm having a hard time making sense of the strategy around the roll out for the last few big changes/"experiments"). It seems like the folks doing the messaging vs the actual feature management are not on the same page.

It has been stated several times that:

"We’ll be testing [our new] ideas in an opt-in basis with people who’ve been using Tumblr for years, and more especially with people who’ve never even heard of Tumblr (a difficult group to find)."

We've also seen, repeatedly, that

"Tumblr is a place where you can tailor and customize your experience to individual preferences."

With those statements in mind, the choice to roll these new features out to folks who *didn't* volunteer - and not offer any way to "customize our experience" seems like a strange one.

An expectation (which was positive) was established only to be directly violated within a few weeks. It makes it challenging to get a read on what y'all actually mean -- and to extend good faith or trust when communications do come out.

If you say you're going to do something, then do it, it builds trust. If you don't, it erodes trust. And that just makes your already difficult jobs harder - and the userbase even more reactive and knee-jerk resistant.

Can you give us a sense of what's going on here? Or can you at least pass this feedback on to whoever is handling the messaging around this stuff? We can see that y'all are striving for transparency, but that's only effective if it's honest/consistent.

[TL;DR: Tumblr's messaging emphasizes testing changes with volunteers, and offering the ability to customize - but that doesn't seem to be what's actually happening. What's up?]

this is a really great question, thank you for asking it. you've accurately pointed out some glaring holes in our communication strategy -- some of that is even my fault, to be honest, as someone who tries to help shape our public communications.

the easiest answer is that there's a lot of work happening on the internal tumblr side, and not all of it is the same kind of work, and therefore not all of it is being communicated consistently. that's a huge problem if you're not inside of it, as you point out; the contradictions seem weird for anyone paying attention.

i'm currently a part of the @labs group and we're trying to come up with radical ideas for reshaping tumblr, prototype them quickly, show them to people, and iterate on them, and reject them quickly if they don't make sense. the Tumblr Mini thing recently is an unfortunate example of that -- something leaked way too early, before we even got a chance to really understand how the thing we prototyped would be received. that may never go beyond the thing people saw, for good reason: it doesn't make sense. we're learning from it, but it's unfinished.

in that Labs group, we do want volunteer-based feedback, and we're actually starting that very soon with targeted user research. you may see some surveys soliciting that feedback soon, or invites to be a part of the testing. i'm extremely excited by that, because some other ideas we have feel like they should've been a part of tumblr since the beginning.

but.......

there's a whole different group at tumblr that are making "core product" improvements, and a lot of their work is reflected in the recent staff post about product strategy. their aim is to alleviate a lot of common points of confusion and frustration, some of which will seem counter-intuitive to people who have been on tumblr for many years and learned (what i call) "the hard way".

a lot of that core improvement work will be rolled out, experimented with, and iterated on, the traditional way: involuntary A/B tests, rather than volunteers. that is standard industry practice, because when you're trying to understand the behavior of millions of people, just asking for volunteers introduces too much selection bias.

however, it's important to note that even today's rollout of the new desktop navigation was released to some XKit devs beforehand, so we could get early feedback. so sometimes we do roll these core things out for feedback first, before "regular users", before we A/B test it. usually those small initial experiments are hyper-targeted though... in this case, because we do actually care about XKit and third party developers. you don't see that though!

so full transparency: not everything we do is going to be volunteer-based, not everything we do can be communicated adequately before we test it, not everything during testing will be customizable, because how much we want to customize is dependent on the outcome of these tests. it's a bit of a chicken-and-egg problem.

and furthermore, this is kind of how it's always been, for better or worse, since around 2016 when tumblr started believing in A/B tests and experiments, rather than just "ship it and we'll see"... the common denominator, though, is that we want your feedback. we don't do a good enough job soliciting that feedback, but we do want it. (i kinda wish we had an easy feedback button for the new layout.) we do make decisions based on feedback, but we augment that decision-making process with hard data from experiments.

i hope that makes sense? there's too much to cover to provide you with the full context. i could write a book about it. all i can confidently say is that we're trying as best as we can to balance the ideas of keeping tumblr special and unique, while trying weird/bad/good/uncomfortable new directions to help the platform grow and thrive. status quo and complacency aren't acceptable; tumblr needs to change to survive. i am just as uncomfortable and upset by that fact as anyone, and i worry every day and night about it, whether the price of survival is worth it.

we'll see, hopefully together.

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suki-daydreams · 8 months

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Until Next Time

summary : gojo and baker reader meet again

notes : this is pt. 2!! pt. 1 is Umbrella link

info : past arc gojo x baker reader, gn reader (if I do use any prounouns, LMK!!), soft gojo, gojo is stupidly in love (but doesn't know it yet), fluff

IF GOJO SEEMS OOC - he is still processing/accepting what happened so he's a chill in this one, but he slowly is gaining he regular self back- thanks to you

UNEDITED

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Gojo let out a long groan as he stretched his arm, he had just left the airport after an exhausting mission overseas sent by Yaga. It's been a week since the incident with you, and yet you never left his mind. All he wanted to do was meet you again.

He had taken a picture of the shop name, he was 75% sure you worked there.

"it's been a couple hours since they were made- it's usually better fresh, but I hope you enjoy them either way!" You smiled, then waved goodbye at him.

His intuition was good- you knew when the batch of desserts had been made, that's all he needed to know. He brought out his phone and began to type in the shop name on his GPS. With that he pulled up the location and began to make his way towards your bakery.

He stared at the store in shock, the stairs you found on him slumped on was right in front of your bakery. He must've had his guard down because he didn't even sense you when you came up behind him that day.

With a deep breath he pushed the door and made his way inside. A sweet scent of cupcakes, cake, kikufuku, castella, any dessert- you name it, immediately hit his nose. It didn't overlap each other, the smells weren't too strong. It was a nice smell.

He was also the only one there, well who goes to a bakery at 4 pm? The sun was still out and shining, the golden lighting was beautiful hitting all the plants and art decorations in your shop.

"Be right with you!"

His heart jumped, your voice. Then all of a sudden, he felt nervous. Would you still remember him? How would you remember him? His palms started getting sweaty. Why was he nervous? Why is it getting hot? He should've just gone home.

The great Gojo Satoru- is sweating over your voice? Cursed spirits must envy you.

You came out from behind a curtain while dusting yourself clean, "hello, what can I get for you today?" You said, then looked up at him.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked with a sheepish smile.

Your brows furrowed at the statement and tilted your head to get a good look at his features. He didn't miss how your eyes gleamed back up at him. Hair as white as snow, sky blue eyes, shimmering pale skin, glossy lips- who was he again? He looks familiar.

Then suddenly it all clicked together and you snapped your fingers, "oh! You're that gloomy kid on the stairs," you said, he frowned. That's the impression he left on you?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said pouting and waved his hand off, slightly hurt at the word you used to described him.

You smiled and leaned forward, "how have you been?"

"I'm doing fine. Thanks for helping me that day," Gojo said, "I forgot your umbrella, so I'll bring it back next time."

Your eyes softened at the 'next time'.

He cleared his throat, "I should've offered to walk you home or something after you gave me your umbrella and desserts."

You waved him off, "no, no. It's quite alright," You said with a smile, "you don't need to worry about me."

"Well, I did feel better thanks to you and you walked home alone in the pouring rain," he said, then you laughed.

"I really don't mind! I like the rain."

Gojo noticed how you said 'I like the rain', and avoided saying: "I like being alone." Well, who is he kidding? Of course you wouldn't say that on a second encounter. But, still, who would like being alone?

He smiled and shook off his thoughts, "how can I make it up to you?"

"Well," you said then pointed at the menu, "you can start off with telling me what you would like."

He glanced up, "there's a lot of options."

"Yep! More variety, it's better like that."

He hummed, "let's see... I'll get..." and gazed at the menu more, his blue irises scanning over all the delicious dessert names, "one of everything."

Your mouth opened in shock, "really?"

"Yep, they all sound so good, I'd rather just try all of them at once," he said.

"Okay," you said putting in the order on the monitor, "then next time, you can tell me which one you like best with your honest feedback on every single one of those treats, okay?"

"I bet they're all good anyway."

You huffed, "you never know! You make something and eat it and think 'wow, this is really good!' But, then you give it to someone to try and they think, 'eh, it's alright.' Not everyone's taste buds are the same," you said.

He took out his black card and you turned away to ready the boxes to pack all the treats in. Gojo slightly pouted, he wanted to you to see his black card. Maybe if you did see it, you would shower him with praise, he could imagine it already.

"Wow! Is that a black card?!"

"That's so cool!"

"You must be rich!"

He wanted your attention and praise

Gojo tucked his card back into his wallet and shoved it down his pocket. The receipt began to print and you stood back up, it was going to take a while, "anyways, what have you been up to?" You asked.

He shrugged, "I just came back from a school trip overseas."

"Oh, that's cool!" You said, "I've never been anywhere outside of Japan." You looked over his shoulder outside, then looked back at him, "so... where's your class?"

"I went by myself," he said. Why was he being so honest? He could've just said, "they already went home" but no. He just spewed out the truth with you.

"The parents didn't want to sign the permission slips, huh?" You said with a giggle, grabbing the receipt.

He smiled, if only you knew.

If only you knew, who he really was, what he did for a living, how many people he has beaten to a pulp, how many people he has saved, what's really going on behind his life, all the dead bodies he's seen, all the curses he's defeated with his amazing technique, what his eye's really do, if only.. he could tell you.

Someday, he thinks, someday..

"You're order might take a little while, so I'll get it out to you as soon as I can!" You said, handing him the receipt.

"Nah, it's fine. Take your time," he said, not bothering to glance at it and shoved it in his pocket.

You then disappeared behind the curtain and he began to hear rummaging. He took the time to walk around, it wasn't big shop, but it also wasn't small. His eye's scanned over and observed all the art pieces, plants, and lights decorated in your bakery. The tables and chairs were smartly placed around the shop and well organized.

He didn't know how long he waited, but he heard you huff from behind the curtain and looked over. You were carrying two big bags out behind the curtain, "here you go, sir," you said, lifting them up to the counter.

"Thanks," he said, reaching over and lifted them up with ease, he carried both bags with one hand, while you panted for air. He couldn't help but smile at your tired form. You fixed your composure and stood back up, you took something out of your pocket and handed him a lollipop.

"Thank you! And, make sure you don't eat all of those at once!" You said, he raised a brow.

"Why not?"

"You'll get a stomach ache, silly! And maybe vomit," you said, shaking your head. He chuckled. "Refrigerate them overnight!"

"Shouldn't I just eat them all at once? I thought you said they're better fresh," he said, you blushed.

"This is different!"

"I know, just messing with you," he winked, making your heart skip a beat.

He's cute

Unwrapping the lollipop with one hand, he shoved it in his mouth and tossed it into the trash, then turned around, "see you next time."

You waved, "thanks for shopping here, bye!"

He turned back around suddenly making you stop. His eyes were warm and he had a small, soft smile on his face, "thank you for your umbrella."

You couldn't help but grin, "no problem! Until next time, mister!"

He waved goodbye with his back turned towards you and walked through the door. Your heart was still racing and your face flushed. Oh, you were already looking forward to your next encounter.

~ end

BONUS

Gojo glanced at the receipt while munching on a mochi he had gotten from your bakery. Then it hit him and he practically choked on the dessert. He sat up quickly to cough out.

Looking at the receipt once again, he wasn't hallucinating... you gave him everything... half off.

He couldn't help but smile and flop back down on his bed. You were going to be the death of him.

more to come

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Gege was asked, "since Gojo is aware of his good looks doesn't he want a lover?" and Gege responded with, "I don't see gojo being sincere to a particular woman"

it was translated as, "I don't see Gojo settling down with a particular women."

what he actually meant by that is- he doesn't see Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with a women.

but, I also 100% think Gojo would be a whore too yknow

so this is all about Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with you.

I promise that Gojo will turn back to his normal hyper self!

The thing is, I don't always see Gojo as a energetic chaotic person. He has moments where he's calm, he talks when he needs to/wants to, but he's also pretty hyper and funny when he wants to be

SO he's going to be pretty chill in my writing with energetic moments

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo x reader fluff #jjk satoru #satoru #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic

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9800sblog · 1 year

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Pick a card tarot reading - which TV show and movie are you and your friends in?

can be your next friendgroup too!

-> let's talk about your dynamics with others and the contexts you and your friends are inserted; do you have a potential lover in your friendgroup? can you identify who is your closest friend there? what are the possible next events? which TV show and movie would you love to watch right now?

-> this is exclusively my interpretation of what tarot cards showed me through energy reading, I could be wrong, take only what you think makes sense to you and message me if you have any questions! ^^

let's get into it!!!!

pick your pile

from up to down: Pile 1 (The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - My Chemical Romance), Pile 2 (Flashing Lights - Kanye West, Dwele), Pile 3 (Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift)

Pile 1

South Park and Harry Potter

the existence of your group in itself is odd, you're all totally different, but share something in common that bonds you. your group follows some sort of structure, likely meeting at school everyday and/or living nearby each other and have been/will be together during your formative years (childhood and teen years). you will always see these people as your home, even if just through nostalgia, you go through unimaginable adversities together. you resolve problems with unkindness and you always get away with stuff. overall, lots of people don't like y'all because you're all self absorbed, but someone in the group specifically, probably the "leader", thinks they're somehow special and that drives outsiders crazy. your group is the outcasts who think they are popular and are given special treatment from people in power. you guys dare to be different and act the way your intuition says to act, you're not worried about acting the way you're expected or "supposed" to act because you think people like that are dumb, you have childlike souls. your intentions are pure and you're just trying to live your life with fun and without worry, if anyone gets in the way of that, a fight is sure to happen. this group is totally platonic.

Pile 2

The Good Place and The Craft

this is my spiritual friend group! you hang out to practice things, you're a team, this might be a literal sports team working on their team spirit. the leader of this group is a liar! I wouldn't trust them. this group doesn't or hasn't worked well together because people are/were acting selfishly; secrets, gossips and arguments, the minute you guys identify and end the manipulations, this team will be stronger than ever! happy individuals and an unbreakable bond. of course it won't be easy! there is so much hard work required, many discussions and ugly endings, but teamwork is the dream work. this might require you to kick someone out. you guys have a spiritual connection, work on being better people for your own selves and you'll have a revolutionary relationship, life-changing stuff that will help many others.

Pile 3

The Office and Clueless

brought together by the most soul crushing responsibilities, you guys work so well together because you respect each other's individuality. you make everyday life fun by exploring different outcomes of boring events, you don't wanna be stuck where you are so you try to push each other to go out of their comfort zones and y'all pretty imature when you're together! your work may be mediocre but who cares? it doesn't matter! you follow your passions in other ways anyways, these are just annoying obligations. your connections are fulfilling and make you happy, you find comfort in them, you're so similar, yet so different, with different backgrounds and stories. you may find that romance you've been dreaming of in your friend group!! best friends to lovers :D (please don't date your "ex" step brother)

#tarot #free tarot #tarot game #pick a card #pac tarot #tarot online #tarot community #pick a pile #pick a deck #pick a picture #pick a photo #personality test #south park #harry potter #the craft #the office #clueless #the good place

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theomnicode · 2 years

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Saitama versus Garou, the breakdown and the misdirections

Warning, this'll be a long breakdown where I get into the real meat of it.

Tl;dr: We've actually all been misled because they didn't show us some crucial details. ONE is doing some real meta level writing.

So I'm rereading the Saitama vs Garou fight from 161 onward and the way Saitama deals with Garou seems justified within his capabilities, if you think in a way that Saitama for the entire time is

a) not trying to kill Garou b) trying to gauge his powers and intent

I hypothesise that Saitama is using actual power of intuition that he relies on a lot, so nothing really bad happens even when he gets pushed into the volcano, instead bunch of people get saved. He displays that high battlefield awareness when he can see that far, into the stratosphere when Garou kills Sage centipede and immediately going after extremely dangerous Evil Ocean Water with an OHKO. Even Garou is surprised that Saitama can deduce his attempt at world peace somehow, even when he did not articulate that part specifically.

He also slaps Garou away from Tareo so there's more room for them to fight. He has a bout of amusement because Garou's actions bely his hypocricy and he shoos away the civilians because there's still a lot of large scale damage being dished out and he does not want them to get caught in the crossfire. But Saitama has always been a bit of a troll.

His intuition gets proven correct time and time again when Garou ends up saving people with his attacks, more often than not.

Only whenever he gets surprised by Garou's transformations and power increase because he can't anticipate that happening does something like Garou shifting tectonic plates on other side of the Earth occur. And even then Saitama's intuition is not incorrect, it ends up saving the plane on other side of the planet and Saitama puts a stop to that potential disaster near immediately.

Then after, he punches Garou with just enough strenght to destroy his monster form and that should've been it. The end of the fight normally. Mostly large scale but superficial and unavoidable damage because Garou does not fold that easily because he's extremely willfull, even when Saitama focuses on that part and intentionally goads him and then seemingly handles him with ease in an attempt to make Garou quit the act on his own.

"Just give up already. That's enough, right?"

Sure, he could have intuited that he could have just stopped Garou dead on his tracks by grabbing his fist and initiated table talk, but that's another timeline lol.

(maybe the redraw was actually legit meta idk, more on that later)

One thing about Saitama is that he's always taking hits and gauging his opponents because he needs some time to visualize his plan of action based on his intuition, if what Genos being the objective narrator being in the right is correct in an OVA about Genos trying to find the key to his strenght. When he actually focuses to the point of hyperfocus (Serious mode) and gets into the zone, he visualizes more efficently, intently and faster about what he actually wants to do, so he can actually use techniques he has seen done and learned before to great effect when in this state.

Rather than being a punching bag to Garou's martial arts, he becomes the martial artist.

If he didn't do his hero work and even day to day life carefully, he would end up hurting a lot of people unintentionally. Even the slightest bit of miscalculation in power could kill people. Genos got temporary amnesia because Saitama accidentally opened a bag of chips a fraction too hard. Genos is more durable than most. Saitama's reflexive reactions like sneeze in normal conditions is enough to burst a room apart.

Chances are hitting Garou to strip monsterisation was enough too and it should have ended the fight then and there. The way Saitama responds in both drawn versions of the fight is directly influenced by Garou's thought processes. When Garou feels like quitting the fight, Saitama stops him and talks with him. When Garou wants to keep going with the fight and shows no signs of quitting, Saitama hits him down. This is Saitama's intuition, the embodiment of Justice enforcement, Seigi Shikkou.

But we keep forgetting that God is watching this entire time.

And God has a way of directly influencing people's egoes to inflate them. Even if he does not make direct contact. He does this to Tatsumaki and gives her delusions of grandeur and inflated sense of ego to push the drill inside the earth, so Orochi can sacrifice itself on the altar to give God more power.

The more Garou's ego flares, the more God can have influence over it. So he keeps transforming as he refuses to give in. Garou keeps attacking to the point of causing damage to the planet too. More about God's influence over people here.

God's influence is something that is impossible to intuit or anticipate and the very moment God joins the fight, Saitama is at a loss in how to deal with Garou. In one hand, Garou is still Garou but he started acting strange and opposed to what his gut is telling him. And a whooole lot stronger too, because he actually gives Saitama a nosebleed when he turns into Mode: Saitama to match his power equally. You read that right, he hurt Saitama. The intentional paneling gives it away (not to mention the power graph in 168).

Once again the sudden transformation and exponential power increase keeps surprising Saitama and God's influence over his ego makes Garou's actions very hard to intuit, but Saitama tries his best. But again, Garou became so strong so suddenly even Saitama's hero suit got shredded by nuclear fist that came out of the blue, something that Saitama's willpower, his mental energy cathexis, protects and that fact does flabbergast him as well.

"Aaah! What the hell man, you messed up my outfit!"

But still he keeps on gauging the situation to the best of his ability, but the situation is now getting worrisome, especially after Mode: Saitama got pulled out. Garou still does not make sense to him, because God's subconscious effect and subliminal messages to Garou confuse him. He can hear God's echo chamber. Garou acts very weird and not all akin to the Garou just moments before.

He does not get much time to ponder though when Garou suddenly unleases Gamma Ray Burst, something that would destroy earth and Saitama has to make a very swift plan of action because he can't redirect it without killing Garou like he did to Boros and has to angle it away from earth. Nor did have time to prep himself into emotional state to hit him with a Serious Punch. Or he did not have time to gauge if it would have also just wiped out Garou if he used the required amount of power anyway.

Yap there's a drawback. Because he needs an emotional state to do a really strong punch as it's a discharge of said emotional energy. No time for any accurate punching meter unlike with Boros and Elder Centipede or Orochi Or Evil Ocean Water, Gamma ray burst is gonna hit right now. And it hits Saitama and sends him into tons of rubble and he digs himself out in a timeline according to where Bang confronts Garou.

Saitama thus far, has tried to do everything in his power to not only spare Garou, but to end the fight against a planetary+ level threat with no casualties and no irreparable damage to the planet he's living on.

It's no small feat at all. In every sense he's being very heroic here.

But God has far too much influence over this fight, a being that does not reside in the same dimension, thus something that cannot be handled with intuition.

This is where things get messy when Saitama digs himself out of the rubble. He did not apparently fly that far from where the heroes were, he would have heard and seen Blast and nuclear fists going off in the sky and hurried towards the battle.

Garou just unleased a devastating attack that could have destroyed the planet if he did not aim it away from the surface, he would have done his best to hurry back immediately and fight with more force.

The fact that he did not speaks of inconsistency in how he dealt with Garou before and caring about people (like CE) and how the situation got a lot more urgent faster. But he was not stuck, he climbed out in time just after Garou made his speech and future Saitama appeared to punch Garou in fixed timeline.

So... what gives? He got out of the rubble in time, but he just was not there in time anyway and lot of stuff happened in between...?

And it suddenly hit me.

Time dilation.

Two possibilities:

He had touched God's cube before which Blast says had slown down time in God's chamber.

Or Gamma ray burst effect because of gravitational time dilation.

Godrou mocks Saitama for being late. Very intentionally. To shift blame to Saitama.

He knew what happened and he knows about time travel. God knows the flow of all energies in the universe and Godrou by proxy, duh.

Gamma ray burst possibly caused gravitational time dilation effect. Gamma ray Burst displays gravitational pull effects when it pulls heroes towards it.

In physics and relativity, time dilation is the difference in the elapsed time as measured by two clocks. It is either due to a relative velocity between them (special relativistic "kinetic" time dilation) or to a difference in gravitational potential between their locations (general relativistic gravitational time dilation). When unspecified, "time dilation" usually refers to the effect due to velocity. After compensating for varying signal delays due to the changing distance between an observer and a moving clock (i.e. Doppler effect), the observer will measure the moving clock as ticking slower than a clock that is at rest in the observer's own reference frame. In addition, a clock that is close to a massive body (and which therefore is at lower gravitational potential) will record less elapsed time than a clock situated further from the said massive body (and which is at a higher gravitational potential).

God interfered on the fight yet again and caused time to work against Saitama, in ways that what was only mere seconds for Saitama was minutes for Garou. The closer one would be to Garou's body with lower gravitational potential, the less time would elapse than Saitama who was knocked further away.

That or the effects of the time paradox itself slowed down time when future Saitama came back from time at this point. Timey wimey stuff happened. In order for the future to happen, the past had to be rewritten somehow to close the time loop.

Either way, God is the reason this happened. Not because Saitama dilly dallied and was too blase to care.

(redraw was maybe actually meta lmaooo)

And so, Saitama got stuck in a time dilation and could not actually make it back in time to stop Garou any more because time elapsed faster for him than others. On that point onward, what had happened in the erased future had to start in the past. Poignant that he came back in time to fix everything.

We're just not shown that he's stuck in time dilation, because to Saitama, it also did not happen, he did not feel like anything was wrong before he confronted Garou again and saw everyone dead. He felt like he just failed, his hero intuition led him completely wrong, that he made a huge error in judgement and he took his sweet time and was too indifferent to care to get there quick enough. Everything he believed in came crashing down when his sense of heroism failed him and everyone he knew died on him. He thought he did everything correctly but still his best friend and his anchor to humanity died. Nothing could be more shocking and his world got turned upside down. His self-esteem crashed down to the bottom of the pit. Everything is his fault and he did everything wrong.

Exactly what God wants him to feel, doubt himself. That in order to be more efficient, he should not rely on his intuition and ability to gauge the situation accurately; that he should just bulldoze with less care for humanity because monsters are monsters right? They are not human. And to be more efficient, it would be better to just dehumanize them and be more apathetic. In order to not make mistakes like these any longer, one should have to be perfect because if Saitama makes even a tiny error, people suffer and he has far too much room for error.

Because Saitama has so much power to end the fight instantly, he should just go for it right? Just become omnipotent. To feel like the end justifies the means. To overcompensate to achieve that perfection because he does not want to make mistakes anymore, made to feel like he lacks in heroic qualities, even when he has heroism in spades, especially when his power grows to levels where a reflexive sneeze can destroy Jupiter. But now he was made to doubt what makes him a good person and heroic.

More in depth here.

What God wants is to groom Saitama to become like him. A being with a God complex who had discarded his humanity and emotions in favour of attaining perfection and perfect judgement and morality. Because Saitama is still susceptible to God's power like everyone else is and the superiority complex rears it's head when he beats down Garou efficently like a toy, in his anger and grief that he dissociates from so it does not overwhelm him. But god was also influencing that fight and made it into ego versus ego battle.

Saitama did not let go of his humanity in this fight, but the seed is already planted. It's up to Saitama and the people he knows whether he allows that seed to grow and fester and turn him into a monster. Into a being like God.

But one thing is clear here: Saitama did not actually make a mistake in this fight.

He was not blase, he had learned better and he tried his best.

God made him feel like the worst possible person and failure on the planet so he could use him.

This is the insidious nature of God, turning humans against themselves.

Saitama is still a hero through and through.

He may overrely on his powers, that's true and it was used against him here, but if he does not trust in himself, then who can he trust? Not trusting in himself would make him lose his self and his capacity in being a hero, because he needs to trust in himself to do the right thing and to never be defeated. If he can be defeated, then he loses the fight and the world may end then.

(Hell, ONE made US READERS doubt Saitama and his true heroism. Because of tiny details that were not shown. Actually magnificent storytelling.)

#opm #one punch man #opm spoilers #saitama #garou #saitama versus garou #deconstruction #opm manga panels #long #blast #opm meta #fight breakdown #opm god

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melodyschaos · 2 years

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Since you said it was okay for me to request some more fluff, could I ask for a continuation of my last request?

I've been strugglin since I'm not a very emotional person, like, I don't show love through words that much, my love language is acts of service and my ex made me feel like that's not valid and I should've just switched to words of affirmation, on top of that I've been having nightmares about my friends abandonin me because of the same thing

So for the continuation, could it have somethin to do with that maybe? With Liu Er and Sun Wukong, male reader again please

Again, you don't gotta write it! And please do tell me if I get annoyin or smth!!

~💮

It had been two days since the breakup, and both monkeys had noticed the continued change with Y/N. Sadness was to be expected, but it worried them that even their usual tricks and shenanigans hadn't been able to draw more than a small smile from them. Tonight, they both were curled up with Y/N between them in their bed. Though normally it would be a violation, Macaque's intuition nudged him to close his eyes and gently lift his consciousness to the ever-fluid realm of dreams. It was black at first, with no substance, but then he heard the sobbing. Moving as lightly as the wind, he descended and found poor Y/N sobbing their heart out as faceless figures turned their backs on them. Present in the center was their ex, glaring at Y/N with disdain.

Macaque had seen enough. Gathering his powers, he extended a hand and wiped away the dream as if he were clearing a window. With one swipe downwards, the betrayals were gone, and in the upwards movement he gently ended the dream, opening his eyes to meet Y/N's, filled with tears. He scooted closer and put his arms around them, shushing them and wiping away their tears.

Wukong's golden eyes opened in response to the crying. "What happened?"

"They had a bad dream." The shadow-wielder's eyes met Wukong's, warning him not to ask questions just yet. Understanding, the monarch carefully put his arms around Y/N's waist and gave them a gentle hug.

"It's okay, Y/N, it was only a nightmare. You want us to get you something?"

"I-I'm fine." The poor thing sniffed. "You two won't ever leave me...right? Even if I'm annoying?"

Sun Wukong felt his heart twinge. "Of course not, Y/N. No matter what happens, and you're not annoying in the slightest."

"Hey," Macaque tilted Y/N's face up to look at him as he gave one of his mischievous smiles. "How about tomorrow we go out for some ice cream, huh? You can get whatever you want. I'll even get a ring and propose to you so we can get it for free."

"And why don't I get to fake-propose to them?"

"Because, Wukong, you'd probably mess it up and embarrass Y/N."

"I would not."

Y/N interjected, "Hey, no arguing. You can both fake-propose to me so we can all get free ice cream. Now can we please get back to sleep?"

The two monkeys apologized before settling down, encasing Y/N once more in warmth and acceptance. This time when they slept, Macaque was sure to enter their dreams and use his magic to give them a more happy setting: An entire island made of candy that never ran out that they could eat to their heart's content. If he had to observe their every dream to keep the nightmares at bay, then he'd visit them every single night for the rest of their life.

#lmk x reader #lmk wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk wukong x reader x macaque #lmk x reader fluff #lmk x reader comfort

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barbie-gurls-world · 7 months

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I really need to respect my boundaries. I'm a mess. I keep justifying how I did manage to respect my boundaries, but I realise that I didn't do enough for myself. I was waiting for 2 hours (because I finally put a cap on it) for a meetup, not minding the potential hassle of a 10-km commute back home, only to be told that the meetup would have to be cut short. I tried to be kind, but I should've been kinder to myself. I kept bringing up the raincheck in the context of an agreement, but I should have brought it up for myself, not minding how the person i was to meet would respond. I suppose it was my intuition warning me of setting myself up for disappointment.

I don't mind going great lengths for my people, I really don't. I'm crying as I type this, because I remember how he called last night as I was in my ride home, to tell me how he felt bad about making me wait and waste my time. I held back tears as he apologised. Looking back, I wasn't speaking much during our time in the café... He kept asking me if anything's the matter, if anything's wrong, but I couldn't really tell him, couldn't look at him much, because I couldn't put a finger on it at that time.

You know what it seemed like? I remembered how my nephew rushed cooking beef Stroganoff because he already defrosted the meat and he had to go out for something. The result? Meat so tough you needed kitchen shears to manage them. It wasn't an enjoyable meal so it had to be salvaged by boiling the meat again. The meetup wasn't exactly a planned one but I wish I didn't feel taken for granted.

I'm always one to think of the other person, and me waiting for two hours was definitely me being considerate. If I knew beforehand what I was waiting for then perhaps he and I didn't have to go through such disappointment. I suppose I didn't know what I was waiting for because there wasn't really a plan. I was initially waiting for an hour-long meeting to end so he and i could "meet up", then probably discuss where to eat and spend the rest of the time, but his meeting dragged on, and when we did meet (he arrived 10 minutes later than the time cap i imposed) he had to tell me first of all that he couldn't stay long and would need to rush back. The convo was flat, he was (is) courteous, but he and I felt that something was off.

I don't want to feel like shit, but here I am feeling shitty. Perhaps this is what I get for always containing my emotions. This is what happens when I try to put a semblance of control over things. My feelings explode and go all over the place and I'm a big mess. Maybe I'll feel better later. Of course, I will. I've let it all out now.

Note to self: Think of yourself and your boundaries. Express yourself, respect yourself.

#barbie lives #barbie feels #barbie learns

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xerxeswitch · 2 years

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"Scary" Halloween Story about a Toxic "Reader"...

This technically happened last Christmas, but it has been on my mind still, and I do want to share it.

I made a post earlier about what to look for in toxic witches and psychics, but this experience took the whole list and made it into an ugly cake. It's to really give an idea on how wacky it can get. It even went to identity safety and boundary violations. The reason I'm posting this is to raise awareness of meeting these certain "psychics," or "witches," by chance. -- I won't mention the username or even their real name for my own reasons that involves a peace of mind. ... There was a time on Etsy where I was scrolling through some online readings. I should've listened to my spiritual Family and my intuition because they told me that there's nothing to look into at the moment. I saw one particular reader who supposedly specialized in spirit keeping and had similar views. My closest entity told me to not purchase this reading...and it was beyond me why I didn't listen, but I decided it wouldn't hurt to see what she has to say about a reading for a spirit Family member. In honesty, I was going through some serious skeptical loops and doubts about having spirit companions, and I was looking to compile some readings to see a consistency. ... The reader sent me a message about how pleased she is about me choosing her reading... ...But then she suddenly demanded me to hand my spirit companion over to her, declaring she owns the spirit now.

Obviously I didn't know what to think. I politely turned her down that this wasn't what was agreed upon and that we decline. She suddenly flew into a rage with paragraphs of passive aggressive seething insults and rants. She basically berated over the messages that it was written on the description for the reading. I read the description once and I read it again after her claim. Wrong. I didn't see anything of that sort in there. I was getting disturbed, but I politely told her that it's not found in her description, and that I would like to decline anymore of our interactions, telling her we do not consent to her demands, and told her to have a nice day. She immediately and blatantly said something VERY close to this: ... "No, you have no right to your boundaries over my power! You have no right at all to consent whether I want to take your spirit or not! I can properly save everyone' s spirits, but are customers always bothering me and telling me what to do with my business?! Why are people always telling me that I can't take their spirits to a better place?! I'm basically the hero!" ... I came to quickly realize there was something very wrong with this woman.

Before we cut connections, I asked her if she was okay and if she needs to see professional help. We told her again that we do not feel comfortable with this interaction anymore, and that we'll report her for harassment if she insists. She gave us a juvenile text-like profanity along with a "Ta-ta. Sucks to be you! LOLOLOL" I didn't care, I want to just stop her from talking to us, and I got my money back from the bank. ... It didn't end there. ... It was months after this interaction, and I thought it stopped. Nope, all that time she was stalking me. She found me on Discord of all places and screamed at me in CAPS to relinquish the spirit to her. I was of course shocked but also just annoyed about this. I told her immediately that she was being a creepy molester and that I'm blocking her. Before I did, she was screaming over the texts with lots of name calling, gas-lighting, how ugly I must look, how she somehow knows my spirits better than I do and that she can make them happier... ... ...But the real kicker was her screaming promises of hexes and close death threats. I quickly just blocked her, set up wards and reversals, and made sure that she didn't closely follow me on any other social media she might have found out. Chances are, if she knows about my Discord, she knows about the others. I blocked her on four social media platforms now. I haven't heard of her for a while, and I hope she gave it up. ... I have a history of people stalking me in passion from both emotional directions, but this was probably the most extreme case so far on the internet. -- My point to all of this to my "scary" Halloween, cautionary tale: PLEASE be careful if you ever meet these types of witches/psychics!

Ward up! Don't give up your boundaries! Protect your spirit companions if you have any. You'll never know when you meet deranged people such as this.

#toxic behavior #witch #witchcraft #spirit companion #spirit companionship #spirit keeping #spiritual narcissism #psychic #scary story #toxicity #toxic #bad witch #spirit companions

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kitkatopinions · 2 years

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Combat Goggles for the ship meme?

Alrighty, Yang and Neptune aka Combat Goggles for the rwby shipping ask game.

What I think works about the ship: For real, tell me Yang wouldn't be interested in a guy because they're goofy and amusing and would kind of worship her. Because she definitely would be, and Neptune could be that kind of guy for sure. Yang has a lot of confidence and drive to push Neptune out of his comfort zone. And she's playful and teasing, but also is a lot more intuitive and caring then people give her credit for, which would pair well with the fact that in my head, Neptune is a much more sensitive person than he lets on and cares a lot about what other people think. Yang would inspire confidence in him by just effortlessly demonstrating that being yourself is cool. And for Neptune, he's a friend first and foremost through thick and thin, willing to go the extra mile for Sun, understanding why Sun does what he does, and being a quiet listening ear when Sun goes on and on about Blake, and all of that is something Yang could use in her life. Plus, I'm sorry but they just look good together.

What season I think they were best in: Season two. The show pretty heavily hinted at Neptune's attraction to her in his 'what a woman' moment and they had good chemistry during their mission together.

How I would get them together in canon: I'd legit have it be an 'after the events of the show' ship. Like, all this stuff happens with Salem, and then they're just... supposed to go on with their lives and it leaves Yang kind of reeling. Yang stays on as a Hunter despite the fact that the rest of her team doesn't (Weiss wanting to take care of her brother, Blake working on Faunus rights, and Ruby focusing on helping to rebuild the world,) and she winds up working with Neptune a lot until they kind of just fall into a partnership. I'd have Blake's work cause her and Yang to drift apart, which Yang is hurt by but she tries to be understanding, and pretty soon realizes that all that's needed to turn her and Neptune's 'partners-by-convenience, have an apartment together as friends, go out to dinner all the time because what else would they do after work' relationship into a full blown romance is just asking if he wants that too. So yeah.

How I would get them together in an AU or re-write: Okay, I'd have Neptune connect with Yang during the Vytal dance instead of basically being told to go talk to Weiss. Then after they hit it off at the Vytal dance, they decide to start dating, and Yang makes it clear she only wants something casual and Neptune has feelings for her but agrees and complies with her wishes. After the Fall of Beacon, they go their separate ways, but reconnect once Yang gets to Haven. Neptune (and probably Sun too) decide to travel with them to Atlas after Haven gets shut down, and he and Sun are eager to join Team RWBY in whatever adventures they have and mysteries they might try to solve once again. Neptune winds up paired up with Yang for quite a few missions and when the two go out dancing with Neon Katt and Flynt, they're reminded of the Vytal dance and wind up starting to date for real.

What struggles I think they’d have to work through: I mentioned Neptune's 'womanizer' ways in another Neptune post, so I don't feel like I have to rehash it here, but yeah. To be clear though, I think Yang would be one hundred percent fine with him continuing to be flirty even while they're in a relationship as she's also just a generally flirty person, but it needs to be the 'respect woman' kind of flirting and not the 'you're trying to conceal your misogyny and nobody is fooled' kind of flirting. Yang the character as she should've been wouldn't stand for even a shred of disrespecting women, thank you very much. But tbh, that's the only struggle.

Some songs that I can connect to this ship: Casual, by the Habits. She's so High, Tal Bachman. Message In a Bottle, by Taylor Swift.

Do I think they’d stay together: They'd be the on again off again of the freaking century. They'd break up and make up and break up and make up so many times that their friends can never keep track of it. Like, Ruby brings Yang 'sorry you broke up' cupcakes and is like "hey sis, you wanna watch some of your favorite movies and listen to Taylor Swift?" And Yang's like "Oh I know last week I told you Neptune left me, but this morning he called and asked me to take him back, so we're fine."

How I personally feel about this ship: Fun fact, this is one of the earliest RWBY ships that I shipped! Like many of my early RWBY ships, I no longer ship this because my own fanfics and stuff have majorly evolved, but I still think this ship is fun.

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Hello, how are you? May i participate in your latest game please? I'm C, sun, sag, moon aries, rising scorpio, she/her.

My situation was as follows - I once had to let go of an opportunity at work for long-term relocation abroad. It is my deepest desire to settle permanently overseas, I don't know where, but certainly not here in my birth country where I quite literally relate to nothing. I'm not close to my biological family and I don't have any significant other, I don't have any shared intestine with anyone here, I'm a loner, always have been. So it's not really like I'm leaving anything important behind. And when this opportunity came, i willingly backed out of it. From my end, one of the major reasons was that i had already decided to leave that job, infact that entire career stream (I'm on a work break since then). I was done. And while I hated my work and my work environment, but I cannot deny the fact that it was indeed a golden opportunity, one that very few people get. Infact i had been working for many, many years and nothing of the sorts ever happened to me, but right when I was about to hand in my resignation this opportunity came to me. But, after yearsss of deliberation and lots of mental turmoil, saving up on finances and clearing out debt, I had finally made up my mind to leave that career. I could not back out now coz it's very difficult for me to reach any significant decision. A secret reason for my refusal was that despite me wanting to settle abroad, i suffer from extreme social anxiety due to which i find new environments very triggering. Just the thought of being in an unknown environment, with new work, new kind of people, all alone, was very scary.

So my question is, now that all is done and dusted, is there something that I didn't see then? Did I really miss out on a great opportunity or was my refusal a blessing in disguise?

Regarding your situation - Intuitively I feel that there is a very serious lack of communication between both of you. It almost feels like you both know what the other person's feelings are about each other or about the situation that is going on. But because you guys haven't put it into words, it's causing internal turmoil. I feel like one or both of you have been thinking about the other a lot, maybe both of you are thinking about each other. Whether those are happy thoughts or not, I can't say. But i feel there is a lot that is not communicated to each other. And, this lack of open talk is causing confusion of some sorts. It feels like you or him are afraid to put your thoughts into words coz you guys feel that you're not clear on what you wanna say to the other. But the longer you wait, the more confusing it gets. I would suggest to just start with one sentence and then eventually see how it leads.

Thanks a lot for this opportunity 🙏. Hugely appreciate it 🙏

hello!

Firstly I love your question, it's like a little letter.

Thank you for the exchange. I'll soon reach out to him again.

I have to say, it was a good offer and my guides are saying you should've treasured it; nope not chiding you whatsoever, but just saying you were blessed, and you will continue to be blessed if you follow what your parents, angels and guides (from above) tell you what to do. In fact, I feel you are blessed by Christianity or Catholicism or some sort of Western religion in terms of your job.

So it is more of having to do with your gratitude rather than the participation of accepting the opportunity if that makes sense. I got Death, so there was something that ended (?). Or felt stagnant or unmoving in your offer, and I'm getting you felt it some way or another. In fact, I'm getting a little defensive vibe from someone, like a higher-up (boss) who might have felt.. Scared (?) of you. I'm getting this is more.. In the feelings area than material. Like friendship. You might have known it would've caused issues in your security (you might've felt attacked).

I think it could've helped you move forward too. As well as you would've given to the company emotionally.

Whether it was a blessing in disguise or a great opportunity or both, I feel you already feel the answer. Lastly, just an advice, I think you should make decisions based on where your heart is.

Leave feedback please!

#nux text #Game VI

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emailsicannotsend · 4 months

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I was showering this afternoon, weirdly not hurried to get out like always. I don't hurry because I don't like it in there. Quite the contrary, actually. I like the solitude so much that I usually lose track of time, keeping the bathroom occupied for longer than convenient for the rest of the people wherever I am at the time.

I took my time today. And during it, every thought I had last night that I postponed for today resurfaced like it was carried by the water I was pouring over my head, like my conscience was holding me to my promise.

This is for you. Things I want to have told you a long time ago now but couldn't. It's not that serious, I know. So they say. So he says. My mind cannot be convinced. I lied to you when I said I didn't want you moving in because there's going to be such a remarkable hike in the partying. That I can't be living with three boys, already struggling with two. Please trust me, you're not even my least favorite of the three. But you know this, don't you? You know that was a lie. Do you also know what the truth is? I find it hard to believe if you tell me you haven't seen this coming since the very beginning.

He knows. All of it. Well, most of it. He's very observant in that I find I have to watch myself around him, just in case I accidentally let him onto something I'm trying to keep to myself. I thought I owed him certain information since I saw it coming, I could feel how charged his words were despite their literal content. I should've done something to stop him, should've listened to my intuition but I succumbed to the need to close my mind to thoughts of you. It was exhausting. I needed to stop the torturing cusses I was throwing at myself. It took me weeks upon weeks to finally convince myself that I hadn't known. How could I have known? You never said a thing. At the time, I believed I would never have let you anywhere in a 3 feet radius around me.

He knew there was somebody. He didn't know who, but I think your name was the first he thought of when I told him what happened. He pushed me to reveal who it was, regardless of my constant begging him to not hold me in a headlock about it. I was fully sure that the second he knew, he'd throw me out like a shade. I voiced this sometimes, that I was scared of breaking a friendship that was already hanging by a thread, that he'd hate me. In the dark of the night, he told me one day, "I know." "What do you know?" "Everything."

It's because he knows that I can't have you there. He can't have you there. He loses his mind when you're around, even if it's only a few days every few months. I would've chalked this up to male fragility had I not hated every breathing second of those few hours of casually dining with the girl he used to like. Despite four other people being there, she was all I could see, her voice was all I could hear. I was mentally singing Jolene in my head the entire time, because, how could I ever compare? But here's the thing. I never liked you. Not like that. I still feel like you never quite got this down. Was it good for your ego to tell yourself and everybody else that I was chasing after you? That I would never leave you alone, and asked to live with you because I was oh so obsessed with you? Get over yourself.

I didn't want to say no to you, I didn't have it in me to say no to you. I asked him to tell our roommate to take it upon himself because you aren't friends with him, and he's good at saying no, unlike me. I would've caved in if he didn't not-very-subtly told me he'd hate it if you were there. I was scared to not agree with him because he was dangerously flirting with the line of whether or not he should accuse me of wanting you there. I didn't know what would set him off, a look on my face, something I'd say, or his own mind. He said he'd be embarrassed to co-exist with you if you knew he knew. I lowkey want to tell you, but this will continue, and I'll still have a secret to keep: I can't tell him I told you. It's easier to lie to you than to him because I live with him and see him every day, being reminded every minute of this new secret. There are enough of those weighing me down on a daily basis, so many of which you do not know. Does it ruffle your feathers knowing you're one of them?

You're in love with her. It was obvious to me ten years ago, it's obvious to me now. She was once my best friend and so were you. I wish she was still, but everything feels strained right now. I wish you were still, but too much has happened. How absolutely deranged is it that you were engaged, I was tied to the guy right outside of that room, she had a boyfriend back home, and the three of us laid down like we were the best of friends? It was (still is) the most messed up moment in my entire life. Whom do I blame for this? You for eyeing me the entire night? Her for falling asleep? Myself for being drunk and dying to feel something?

I won't lie to you about wanting it. I did. The girl you loved sleeping sound right in the middle of us didn't stop you from grazing the side of my ribs, from holding my hand so tight that if I didn't know better, I would've thought you felt something for me. Not that I felt anything for you, not that I wanted you to feel anything for me either. This is me being appreciative of your capability to make a person feel anything you want them to. I try not to think about it but I don't doubt that you're aware of it, and very habitually weaponize it for a momentary benefit. It always looks by the end of it, like I jumped at the chance. I have the hardest time saying no, and you know it, don't you? I giggle when I'm uncomfortable, laugh when it's awkward, and ask obvious questions when I'm trying not to be too sure about what's happening. Come to think of it, I don't think I know how to let people down slowly, years of continuous failure should've made it extremely clear to me, but I undoubtedly shoved it all down at every new situation. But I definitely wanted it, a little or a lot, I wanted it. The only thing that voted no is the fact that we each had our own person, against everything else voting yes. A couple of years ago, nothing and nobody could add any kind of weight against my integrity, but it's a vastly different story now. I can't tell if it's for better or for worse. I facilitated myself as a punching bag for projection whenever anyone wanted an ego boost in the past and now I'm hurting people who haven't harmed me.

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haunting-of · 8 months

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There were more shadows than usual, for this time of day. They were cast heavy and dark over dumpsters and trash bags, over a few doors with no handles to try, on mediocre lights that weren’t working. Danel glanced over the couple dozen windows, considering climbing some of the fire escapes to check inside.

No... If Jesha wanted to be found, he would have found them by now. He’d been searching for hours, feeling them nearby, but not even catching a glimpse of them. One question was on his mind.

What was Jesha turning into?

They’d been acting strange for a while, and not just their personality. It was the body temperature, the higher intuition, the control of external factors, how they had no need to sleep.

None of that was a red flag for Danel, that’s just how the body operated when his demon soul was present. He was always just a little bigger than himself. He remembered from when he was human, though.

He remembered humans don’t normally have any of that, just like Jesha didn’t used to.

There was no one else around. No movement in or past the buildings. Ghosts were milling around, cold spots passing up and down the alleyway with whispers filling the air. An abnormally high concentration, indicating either a mass grave beneath his feet, or...

He looked up, between the empty, silent apartment buildings. Or it was above him.

They must still be nearby.

“Okay, so everyone's dead here," Danel started, talking no louder than a conversation. If Jesha wanted to hear, they'd hear. "I'm not judging, I just think it's something we should talk about."

Jesha faced the window and didn’t look at the still-warm body behind them. They didn't consider how they could hear them through the building, or however many storeys up they were. They were paying attention to Danel.

He wanted to talk? Now?

Jesha hadn't replied, but it sounded like someone was listening. Maybe they were in the area. “You have to stop running from me. I'm sorry I lied, but I only wanted to help you. I still only want to help you, Jesha.”

Their nose wrinkled. Since Danel had come out as a demon from hell, they'd had the chance to really reevaluate his personality. There were some things they could accept now.

So was he a demon from hell? Sure. Was he 'alive' before humans were a species? Fine. Was he smart? Looking back, with all the insight he should've had? Rarely.

And maybe he was holding back, keeping his abilities in check before. So what? He... He...

Tch, Jesha clicked their tongue. The ghosts in the room had surrounded them, and were talking too loud for them to think.

Danel jumped at the small sound, far away and behind a wall. A sinking feeling grew in his body as the ghosts in the alleyway began congregating in one spot. Jesha didn't want to be found, but those flocking ghosts made for a dead giveaway.

They were getting way too close to too many ghosts.

From inside, Jesha had fallen to the wall. They could hear Danel trying to break the bricks that separated them over the sound of the dead speaking to them, but the ghosts were starting to drown him out. Shaking, they backed away from the floor and tried to block out the noise with their hands.

Once the ghosts started talking, they just.

Didn’t.

Stop.

He leapt up to the closest fire escape ladder and climbed until he reached the window, going to open it before receiving a cold shock from touching the pane. The ghosts were blocking him out?? Not even this many of them could-

Danel realized what was happening too late.

"Jesha!!" Danel yelled, scaring birds from the rooftops. "Jesha, stop!!"

Jesha was still curled up on the wall, and now the whole room was spinning around them. The wall shook with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

They understood. Danel was scared. He’d actually been scared a lot, always keeping them away from monsters, always trying to hold all his secrets inside. He hadn't been scared of Jesha until now.

But he didn’t know all the death they could bring. Had he ever noticed the killer incubating inside of them? Their mind was already this diseased, and it took him this long to notice? It took him this long to be afraid?

He should be scared.

The noise of the ghosts in the room weren't so loud now, or maybe they could just hear them better. They slowly uncurled on the wall. Jesha couldn’t help what had seeped in, congealing inside them. Whose fault was that, Danel? Whose fault? Jesha stood.

Danel, he fucked it up. Get away from the ghosts? What about the demon that was fucking latched onto them? Lied, instead of keeping them safe? Attracted more and more ghosts, demons, more and more trouble?

And now Jesha was changed, they decided, getting a little bit colder than before. Listening to the ghosts that were spiralling through the room, they tried their hand at controlling the way they spun.

Success. It looked like Danel wasn't superior anymore. So, fucking right he should be scared, especially since he was still an idiot.

Jesha hadn’t been running from him.

They were chasing Vincent.

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #alleyway #radio silence #can you hear me #lyric #song #oc #fic #mental spiral #jesha: I'm really cool in this one #danel: hey didn't you see the mental spiral tag?? you're not okay #jesha: pfff I'm fiiiine. surely this is the arc where I get cool ghost powers and nothing bad comes of it #danel: THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF SELF CARE #this was late (by my standards) and the editing is. well. I'm not checking it anymore :>

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