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harleehazbinfics · 1 month

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Chapter 1: Dear Baby, here we started a new life.

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A/n: HI WELCOME TO DEAR BABY, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. The title will change once in a while cuz I'm not quite satisfied with the titles yet so bear with me 🙏 Word Count: 878

What do you do when you're turning your back on a world you once knew?

“Train for the Pride Ring, now boarding.”

How do you cope when your dreams crumble before you even you get a chance to have a foot at the door?

You sigh as take your suitcase and sat at the train gazing at the window, staring at the endless red sky searching for an answer.

And what do you do—

“Who's there?” A man's voice calls from the balcony.

—when you're faced with the unexpected?

Your eyes lock together, you sit in his garden. Clothes soaked and soiled from the grime and rain. You clutched your stomach as you looked at him lost and pitiful.

Before you could scurry away, he jumps from the ledge and spreads his wings as he dives forward at you grabbing your arm before you could run.

“Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!” You pitifully cried, tears pouring from your eyes pulling away from his grip.

“Hey! Hey, hey. It's ok! I'm not gonna hurt you!” He says as he tries to calm you down switching his grip from your arm to your shoulders and pressing your cold body against his.

You face the burning furnace covered in a blanket and a hot chocolate in your hands. Your blank stare morphs into one of panic, how did you end up here. Everything went in a blur, weren’t you just on a train to the Pride Ring to start a new life? And why…

“Hey, I’m back. I found some old clothes my wife left I think they’ll fit you well,” this person smiles cheerfully trying to ease the tension.

Why did I have to land on his garden of all places! You cried in your head imaginarily bashing your head against the wall from your luck.

“Oh no, I-I couldn’t…”

“Please, I insist. Plus, she doesn’t even visit here anymore,” he laughs self-deprecatingly.

“Thank you,” you reply accepting the pile of clothes, from him and nervously avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.”

“Well, it’s not every day you find a little lady in your garden,” he chuckles only for you to wince. He notices this and asks a question, “So, I don’t mean to pry, but how did you end up here?”

“I guess I do owe you an explanation,” you sigh caressing your belly underneath the blanket, “Truth be told, I’m from the Ars Goetia clan.”

“Wait, Ars Goetia? Don’t the Ars Goetia clan live rings down from here?” he asks abruptly.

“Yes. I was taken from my family as one of many of the king’s… bedroom partners,” you cringe recollecting your life at the castle, “When the King threw me out for his new partners to take place, I escaped here. Hoping we could start a new life where they wouldn’t reach me.”

His eyes shake at the realization of what I said and says, “So, you’re… pregnant? And I’m guessing you’re taking on a human form to blend in.”

You nodded shamefully waiting to be berated, however, I was only met with a warm hand on my shoulder. “Hey. It’s gonna be okay. You can stay here for as long as you need,” he comforted with a gentle voice.

You vehemently shook your head, refusing to accept his help, “Please, you don’t have to! You’ve already helped me so much!”

“And where will you go?” he asks seriously making you whiplash from the change in his tone.

“I-I can look so a place here, find a way to survive,” you stammered anything that came to your head just to convince him.

“Look,” he pauses realizing he forgot to ask your name and looks at you for an answer.

“(Y/n) …”

“(Y/n), I don’t mind if you stay here for a while. Take this chance to properly prepare yourself for your new life. You won’t be living just for yourself now,” he explains holding your digits while you grew teary at the notion.

He was right. It wasn’t just you anymore, walking around here in the ring where many disasters fall each minute from all the plundering, killing, and stealing. It’d be a miracle if you’d survive until the next month.

You pathetically nodded your head at his words, tears falling from your eyes. Only for him to give a breathy chuckle and wipe your tears away and say, “You cry so easily.”

“I’m sorry,” you drawl sniffling wiping your face with the hem of the blanket.

“You don’t need to apologize. I get it,” he assures then looks at the clock mounted on the wall, “Well, you better get some sleep. It can’t be healthy for you to stay up this late, no?”

Taking my hand, he leads me to a spare bedroom. Of course, this bedroom was not shy from all the rest of the rest of the castle. It was decorated elegantly with gold, lace, and many symbolisms of his highness.

“Well then. Good night, (y/n),” he bids before walking and disappearing from the hallway.

You slowly close the door and sit at the edge of the bed, recounting all the events today.

“What the fuck.”

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yuriisclumsy · 14 days

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Description: Snaps from my Google Doc "Thoughts and Ideas." It's a diary with some thoughts that come from my mind when they are being intrusive–AKA thoughts I have at 1 AM. Separate from other works, unless It's for a series. Putting this just to clarify misunderstandings.

April Fools In Teyvat

╰ Description: How do the Academy students of the Devine City take April Fool's Day.

—April 26, 2024—

Thought… This has to do with a post I received from one of my mutual friends on tumblr. She did a COMIC for The Divine City, and I was like, “GASP, Girl whatever you created was GENIUS LEVEL CREATIVITY, BECAUSE LIKE, I could NEVER.”

Anyway… I was thinking of how every year, for April 1st, the students in the Elite Academies would just…go into war with each other to see who’s the best. Not to mention that they are really competitive–even those Academies that are all about studying and serious, would compete. No one likes to lose.

So now imagine this: The week before April 1st, no one is seen in the campuses–even if they had class, they would simply skip. And the whole reason as to why, is because of pranks that they have ready for April Fool’s Day. Priorities. Once April 1st hits its first minute, it is prank time. The students waste no time in pranking each other; It’s prank or be pranked.

The best part is that the biggest pranks are those between the Academies. THOSE are really thought after. There cannot be a single error in the calculations, or they’ll burn whoever messed it up. The stakes are too high to make mistakes–their pride is on the line.

Whichever academy comes up with the best prank wins! Only imaginarily though, because the teachers will reprimand those they catch in the act. So better be careful! You don’t want to get caught in the claws of one of the professors and get put in detention for a week!

I feel the one who would enjoy this day the most is Valmar. This man literally invented April Fools in Teyvat.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @udretlnea, @taurus-caeli, @dontlookatmepreetyplease, @lesbianabomination. Re-blog or Comment if you want to get added into the Tag section for The Divine City drabble. Back to The Mind

Back to Master-List

#genshin sagau #reader input #reader insert #sagau #The Divine City #genshin isekai #genshin impact sagau

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rachelordwayart · 7 months

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Just as Planetary Guardians have the right to submit their deceased disciples for afterlife training by their local Kai, Kais have the right to reserve any living mortal to be sent for training after their death. King Kai of the Northern Galaxy does this whenever looking in on a planet happens to involve looking in on a standup comedy special or open mic night and a particular comedian tickles his fancy. However, all of his reserved comedians take one look at Snake Way and NOPE right out of there, instead laughing it up across Other World and driving the Other Worldians nuts. Until one day when a frightened young comedienne (Colby, as in cheese, as in her sense of humor) suddenly poofs to after-life in King Yemma’s office and is set on the road without explanation, told only to get to the other side. For various reasons she believes she’s in hell and that walking an endless road is her eternal punishment. Eventually King Kai realizes someone’s on Snake Way (furious that once again no one in Yemma’s office contacted him or brought the trainee-to-be directly to him, you just can’t find good help these days), he flies his car at mach speed to pick her up, and thus begins a comedy of misunderstandings and angst and personal growth and the blatant fantasy of a kind and gentle authority figure helping you through life’s (or death’s) toughest moments.

Gonna try to do 1 piece a week for @icryink ’s Cringetober, so here’s #2, “Self-Insert.” Imagining myself in the worlds of my Special Interest series-es has been my go-to pastime since I was old enough to think (it requires zero effort and can be done anywhere at any time!), but over the years it’s gone from adventure fantasies to romantic fantasies to finally comfort fantasies aka This Is Just Me Having Therapy With Myself fantasies XD

In the last category, “King Kai’s Pun Apprentice” is a favorite scenario even when I’m NOT hyperfixating on DBZ. He’s such a wise, kind character, and the afterlife setting allows me to roleplay or imaginarily talk through big difficult feelings with an imaginary someone who’d be sympathetic but also call me out when necessary.

#art #rachel draws herself #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #dragon ball #dragon ball z #king kai #self insert #self insert oc

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ennyan · 1 year

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Misa de Gallo | onionthief & reader

Simbang Gabi nanaman~

Tags: onionthief, reader-insert, might be ooc...

Notes: Simbang Gabi/Misa de Gallo szn so,,, KAJHDKCADHJ I already posted this in twitter +++ i forgot i have a tumblr lmfao AHAHASHDASKJHD--OH! Also! Reader is non-religious but attended a series of masses in church (iirc it’s possible to do that !! ) with onion =) !!!

Short (silly) Summary: You attend same Uni with onion and maybe share some classes, that's why the two of you gradually grew close to the point wherein you can easily joke around with him and see past his prim and proper mask! You've always been kinda impulsive though, and he's the one usually keeping you in check. Which is why he was surprised when you suddenly broke the news that you wanted to attend simbang gabi masses (since you've already had a talk about religion and beliefs). Now, in these 9 nights leading up to Christmas, can we expect something to bloom? Find out now in this oneshot by enyan

Story under cut!

The jeepney ride pulls you into some sort of reverie, abruptly disrupted when a yawn leaves your mouth. It stops, as a passenger leaves, before continuing on—stopping once more for either another leaving passenger or a new one. Leaning slightly towards the other’s body, just to sneakily take a quick nap, you hoped oh so dearly that he wouldn’t notice. Or if he did, he wouldn’t mind, which would be impossible. Eyelids growing heavier, you leaned your weight against him. You’ll just apologise later…the finals season simply took a toll on your body.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder. The sudden contact made you soundlessly jolt up, as you warily looked into the other’s face. Ah…just like usual, he doesn’t seem mad. Concerned purples met your eyes, “We’re near the church. Wake up.”

Sending a genuine thanks, you simply hummed to yourself. With the jeepney gradually getting more and more vacant, the streets turn more and more familiar. “We really are near…” all slowly dissipating into the certain peace that the atmosphere in between gets; a comforting silence, you might say. It was still a miracle how you managed to befriend someone like him, a soft smile formed on your face. “Why are you smiling?”

“I was just thinking how lucky I am,” he raised a brow, confused. “To be friends with you.”

He paused, a slight tinge of panic or embarrassment becoming visible on his face. “I…I see.”

“You don’t have to say anything back, you know?” you said, cracking a smile on your face. Gaze turning to the side to look if it would be suitable to get off now. The tinge of recognition makes your eyes go slightly wide, and while you are about to go—”Para po.” Ah, he beat you to it. You imaginarily shook your head at this loss of the non-existent rivalry you had with him. Feeling the jeepney slowly lose its momentum and heading into a halt, he rose out of his seat and went on first as he held out his hand for you to hold. “Thankie!”

Holding his hand as the two of you got off, you lightly stretched your limbs. The contrast of the warmth of bustling people and the nightly air, making everything just seem just right. “Oh!” A gasp left your mouth, gingerly removing your hold onto his hand. The two of you slowly made your way into the church, slightly taking in the artsy architectural history it has, voice gradually growing softer as to pay respects to others who were praying ahead, “I’ve never actually attended these.”

“These?” he paused a bit, staring at the church the two of you were heading into before looking back at you directly, continuing on. “Misa de Gallo?”

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t done so too, in years.”

You looked at him, curious as he slightly resigned to his fate and continued on. “I try to still be a devout follower, attending masses as much as I can, but…”

“Uni stuff?” He nodded at your statement, as you gave a pitying look with a couple of comforting pats on his back. He…didn’t seem to protest. “I’m sure your God will understand.”

“For me…well, I’m not really religious—as I’ve already told you before.”

“That is why I was wondering if you lost your mind when you suggested this.” He cut-in, making you laugh. You quickly lightheartedly interjected back, “It was out of impulse! I swear!”

“But yeah, I just thought it would be nice. I heard bibingka tastes good.”

“Well,” he starts off, choosing the perfect pew that isn’t directly near the front. Just right, while you nonchalantly trailed after him. Sometimes, you tend to forget he is actually fairly tall. Stopping, he lets you sit first before shortly following. “It has a perk.” A playful smirk became visible on his face, making you more and more curious. You’ve never heard of a perk in attending this mass. “If you completely attend the masses,” you nodded, as he continued on, “On the very last day, you can ask for a wish. And it will come true.”

“Have you tried? Wishing?”

“It…somehow works. Comes true.” You felt like you shouldn’t dive deep about that topic, especially with that distant stare he has straight on ahead. “Well, I’d wish I would pass this sem.”

“...really.” He stared at you as if you’ve grown two heads, “just how tough is the sem for you.”

“Very,” you said, all determined. Making him stare once more before looking away, “I’m sure you would pass. I see how much you work hard.”

“But not as much as you,” you huffed, before melting back into your earlier easy attitude. “It depends if I finish it.”

“The misa de gallo?”

“Yes.” you stared towards the entrance from your seat, people wearing costumes catching your eye. “Well,” he starts off, making you turn to him. “I’ll make sure you do.”

“Boo! What if I get sleepy, what then?”

“You can rest on me.”

You almost thought it was a joke, before seeing how earnest he is being, making you feel…strange. In a positive manner. Somehow. What was this…?

“W…Well…sure. Will do!”

He coughed awkwardly, embarrassment visible on his face, “I’m used to it since I usually bring my siblings along. So that’s that.”

“It’s starting.”

The once well-lit church had some of the lights turned off, as the ceremonies started. Attendees slowly going smaller and smaller, feeling everything go on. A strange process of the ritual slowly unravelled all around, wherein he was not annoyed with you asking what to do next and what was happening. “They are going to reenact some chapters, throughout the nine days of the misa, leading up to the birth of Jesus.”

“So that’s why they are costumed…”

“The actors are mainly church servers, so they are,” he hesitated. “Not good.”

“Hopefully it will be funny,” you said, staring straight ahead. He responded, “I cannot say if they are funny, my siblings fell asleep through it.”

“Well, at least we can critique it?”

“It is less boring than the Father simply showing well made videos from Youtube,” he slightly pointed towards the projector. “They show there.”

You stared ahead, looking at the awkward yet stiff movements of the actors. “I get your siblings now.” Sighing tiredly, you continued on, “Damn, you’re so amazing at being able to stay awake,” you started to subtly lean against him, feeling more and more sleepier. “Does the pillow offer still stand…?”

“Of course, I’ll wake you when standing is needed.”

“Thanky…”

And that was it, all throughout the masses.

A sense of energy flowing inside of you as you recalled the softness of his gaze, as the Ama Namin came on. Hands held up by each other, as you mouthed the words to this prayer based on the words shown through the projector. Slightly perking up as you heard him sing along, you’ve never heard him sing much before! This was the perk of the Simbang Gabi, you thought to yourself jokingly. It was…really nice. You still wouldn’t like to participate much in the religion but spending time with your friend was really, really nice. It felt as if the two of you became closer, with this shared experience.

Laughing as you recalled how patient he was with you, despite his obvious annoyances with you not wanting to go anymore, only to feel bad as you’ve already spent too much time in this endeavour. Leaving the church for the very last time, as the nightly streets near the church became bustling with newly made and heated food, you felt a slight pang of hunger. “Are you hungry?” You start to question if he could read minds, “Yeah…”

“I’ll buy something for us.”

“Can I join?”

“Alright,” the two of you head into the elderly lady selling kakanin, leche flan, kutsinta…oh, is that the bibingka you’ve heard so much about?! “I wanna try the bibingka.”

“...”

“?”

“That was what I was planning to buy for us.” Perhaps, you too, can read minds.

“What a cute couple.” the elderly lady laughed, making you laugh back in embarrassment. “No, nay. We are only friends!”

“Sure, sure.” She smiled knowingly, making you feel confused, while he remained quiet. Asking around the prices, as you set off to buy the kutsinta for your house. He pulled up his wallet and successfully bought the bibingka. Separated into two plastics, so you could easily dig-in without worrying much, you both thanked the elderly lady before heading away. You stared off onto a familiar looking area, “I think they sell drinks here.”

“Warm drinks go well with this.”

“Chocolate? Or Coffee?”

“Coffee,” you set off to buy, blowing raspberries at him as it was your turn to treat him. Even with just these drinks, which cost less than the bibingka. Before gesturing to him to come near where you were, as there were free available seats nearby. Settling into the seat, alongside the table, you mused, “That was an eventful nine days,” before taking a sip of your warm drink. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have continued on.”

“Really?”

“You made it more fun.” You smiled at him, before taking a huge bite. “I got to witness different sides of you, and it was nice.”

“Normally, people would think this would be repulsive.”

“They just have no respect,” you frowned, “I can see that what you have going on helps you in a way. And I respect that.”

“...thank you,” looking away, as he lightly flushed. “I admire you too.”

…?

“C-Cool! We admire each other.”

…

He lightly cursed, becoming more and more embarrassed. Muttering, not the right time yet. As you confusedly stared at him, “It’s nothing.”

“I hope we can go again next year.”

“I give you permission to drag me,” you smiled, earning a small chuckle from the other.

#Blooming panic #onionthief #reader #onionthief x reader #if you squint there is romance #sulat en #bibingka season #damn i kinda want one #okay i need to stop adding tags

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thebrandywine · 8 months

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[SPOILERS, for anyone who hasn't read Past The End yet!]

. . .

(laying on bed kicking my legs and twirling my imaginarily-long hair) So i re-read past the end from the beginning, just as a refresher, and BOY, I cannot get over how horrific leon's death was.

like, if that had been its own fic i wouldn't have been able to read it, but since the bulk of the story is him living happily ever after in heaven I can?? so it's not sad that he was ripped limb from limb (and uh, actually the whump-lover in me is like 😩👌 at the idea of Leon being helplessly attacked by a BOW), but guhhhhhhhhh!!1 hunnigan having to hear that!! 😭

and now she's HERE!!!

Having to listen to Leon die in excruciating pain and then be exploded 🤡 what fun we have whilst playing with our little dolls!

#.ask

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pehlayaxar · 8 months

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FIELD NOTES

[I/Ban] moves imaginarily in time. [I/Ban] considers time, which is an appendage. Of what are these limbs, [I/Ban] questions, or [I/Ban] is a question. [I] at some point of time is able to kill easily even and especially themself. To not is the more difficult option. [I] hates the more difficult option it weighs on their spirit. Is [Ban] a consolation or is [Ban] an amusement. Is [Ban] a cryptographied membrane. * [I] has an evil sentence coiled into their gut like a parasite [I] will never speak it even if it means that [I] has to be silenced and sedated every few hours. [I] knows and knows, which is not a solution, which is a form of redistribution of anxiety although it is not an end of any kind, which is what [I] already knows. [I] recovers instantly but [Ban] remembers. [I] can get raped and go to work the next day complete dressed and radiant even [I] has rehearsed for this, memorising page by page a text derived from their mother. Who talks of mothers these days [I/Ban] feel nauseated by the thought. Is everything inevitable. Is time inside [I/Ban] now has it been implanted into their skin. Is their liver stunted by time. Why does it feel so uncomfortable. * [I/Ban] has a repository of proof against everyone if needed other than their Beloved who is free of error. Their Beloved is scrubbed clean of error by the hands of [I/Ban] that do not have any time settled into them. What are these hands they exist other than the body. [I/Ban] knows how to share a body how to split it evenly between every present party but they reserve this knowledge. [Ban] is careful and respected in society in the life of their dreams. [Ban] loves society but feels deprived of it. [I/Ban] lacks the skills that make a friendship they do not have the appropriate dossier. When their Beloved arrives they feel a blue above them like a halo. WHEN THEIR BELOVED ARRIVES THEY FEEL A BLUE ABOVE THEM LIKE A HALO. Will they know how to keep it will they know what to do. [I] knows but [I/Ban] does not trust this knowing when it concerns others. It is so timed a time.

#poetry #[i/ban]#prose #field notes

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busylazy · 10 days

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Queen of Tears❌ Kim So-hyun✅

Did Kim Ji-won drop the imaginary My Liberation Notes episodes 16–20 I was thinking of in order to film Queen of Tears?

Well, I mean, like Park Gyu Young I imaginarily thought may have asked her character to be dropped from Sweet Home 2 to film with Cha Eun-woo...

... so I'd also imagine Kim Ji-won doing the same thing thing to film with Kim Soo-hyun in Queen of Tears.

I mean, who wouldn't? 😉

#queen of tears #kim ji won #kim so hyun #my liberation notes #sweet home 2 #kdrama

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donnerpartyofone · 10 months

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Literally my whole problem is that I keep trying. Like 5% of the reason is that sometimes I'm in a good enough mood to feel like I'm just about to figure out how to lead a normal life. The other 95% of the reason is being raised in a culture where you're considered to be like a bad person if you ever give up on anything, even if your stupidity and incompetence is a matter of quantitative record. I'm preprogrammed to keep behaving as if I think I'm capable of basic functioning, because if I try to be honest about the fact that I can't really do anything meaningful or useful then people around me react with their own cultural programming, which is to always tell every single person that they can do anything they put their mind to, which is patently absurd but we treat it like it's the law. And there's just no recourse. People genuinely think they're helping you by imaginarily insisting that you're intelligent and talented and full of potential, even though that's actually incredibly harmful to hear when it's not true and you are destined to keep hitting a wall until you die. What are we all supposed to do? I actually don't want anyone to give me a big overblown pep talk about things that I manifestly cannot do. I find that frustrating and confusing because it doesn't connect to any of my experiences. I would love it if instead people said things like, "I understand that you're stupid and incompetent and nobody will have much use for you. That must be very difficult, I sympathize." I don't get why that can't be part of our cultural vocabulary. It would be pretty soothing for many of us.

#no unsolicited advice please

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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bit of a weird question sorry and if you want to ignore this it’s totally fine, but i wanted to know your thoughts, which of Paul’s characters do you think would be the most supportive of the reader coming out to them as asexual? like i think Joby and Thaddius would be the worst about it but Klitz would be super sweet and honestly i think Hank would cry to hear that there’s actually a term for how he feels once the reader explains to him what it is, i headcanon him as ace but maybe other people feel differently about him

idk i’ve been struggling coming to terms with my own asexuality and it’s like damn i have a real love/hate relationship with thinking about which of his characters would still want to imaginarily date me, i mean yeah they can all be headcanoned and act however and whatever i want them to be, but in their real ‘in-character’ mode how would some of them would feel about it? and no you won’t hurt my feelings if you have different ideas than mine btw i just want to talk about this with someone and hear their thoughts before i go crazy from holding it all in my head forever ://

first of all, let me say that I am honored that you'd come to me with this thought. this isn't weird or anything at all. I am hoping that my account feels like a safe space to share these things and I hope that's a vibe that continues to be maintained. second, I love you. above the fanfiction and the daydreaming and the little fictional guys we fantasize about, I love you. you are valued and you are valid. you are always free to send me an ask or a message, I love hearing from my followers no matter what. thank you for sending in this ask, lovely. please take care of yourself. 💖✨

That being said, I have thoughts on characters that would be most accepting! (a preface: I, myself, am very much not asexual so bare with me y’all 😅)

✰ Dwayne Hoover (aged up) ✰

This guy...in my mind...when he gets older, he is so progressive. Like he generally doesn't care what you identify as. And not in like a "haha, fuck your pronouns" kind of way. Just like "oh, you go by this name now? okay." or "oh, this is your sexuality? cool."

He doesn’t even have to fully understand it to be supportive and kind about it. His mindset is just…fuck it. Some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction and that’s normal too. He values making emotional and mental connections with people greatly and wouldn’t pressure you at all into doing physical things.

✰ Hank ✰

I've never seen Hank headcanoned as asexual? But now that you mention it, I can totally see it! Sex feels so foreign to him? Almost clinical. He doesn’t understand why so many people think it’s such a big deal. Because it’s never been a big deal for him. It's just another building block of the human experience that no matter how he looks at it, he can't wrap his mind around it. All he knows its that most people like sex...so should he like it too?

Learning that there is a word for it and that it's not an experience that is exclusive to him would be so emotional for him. I can imagine him feeling found. Because this thing that he's tried so hard to understand and to enjoy...he's finally learning that it's okay that sex just isn't his cup of tea. So having you come out to him would be a big time of discovery for himself as well. He'd definitely cry but he'd also have the largest, most genuine and sweet smile on his face for a very long time afterwards.

✰ Jay ✰

This man...he accepts any and all creatures however they are and that includes humans in the sexuality department. All he knows is that he wants you to feel safe and comfortable and he is open to learning.

Like Dwayne, he heavily values having emotional connections with people. As long as your heart has the same love for life as his does, he would have no qualms whatsoever. And he’d go out of his way to learn? He’d be reading articles and doing his own research because he has a genuine hunger for knowledge. Anything to enhance his understanding of the world and of his partner.

✰ Louis Ives ✰

I heavily headcanon Louis being asexual themselves? They just don't seem to be that interested in sex, in my opinion! But I see them being heavily under informed about asexuality and having a similar moment to what you described with Hank.

They would be so overwhelmed learning that they aren’t alone. There’s a word for what they’ve always felt! It would be heavily comforting to them to know that they don’t have to force themselves to be domineering and masculine and craving sex all of the time. Having a partner that feels the same way would be such a relief for them? Because for once in Louis’ life, they don’t have to hide or pretend or try to make themselves into something they’re not. They can just be.

✰ Simon Feck ✰

Simon is a science geek. Yes, he’s more into the realm of technology but he’s taken a few biology classes. He knows about sexual attraction and reproduction and all of those terms. So he's pretty familiar with the concept of asexuality by the time someone may come out to him.

I imagine him being slightly asexual as well. At the very least, he's quite impartial to sex, I think. Sex isn't that important to him when it comes to forming relationships. He mostly sees it as just another form of physical relief and I'd see him really only taking care of things just so the stress doesn't build up. Aside from that, he puts value in people who connect with him on his interests and will genuinely listen to him. So I see him not only being accepting of you but also somewhat relating to you and being comforted by that.

✰ Timothy Klitz ✰

Klitzy would be confused, I’m not gonna lie. It would probably take a lot of explaining to get him to understand. Like he simply had no idea that some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction. But he’s so sweet about it. Hesitantly asks questions. Quietly nods and contemplates whatever you tell him. Maybe his questions get a little too invasive but he doesn't mean any harm and will profusely apologize.

He gets nervous when it comes to sexual contact because of his own insecurities. His friends often pressure him into thinking that he has to be sexually active as well. So, if anything, I think he’d be super appreciative of a significant other that slows things down and is interested in him on other levels aside from sexual. I think it would give him a chance to fully embrace and become comfortable with his own being.

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 5 months

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ok moots some of you arent having a good time so if youre one of them or just feel like doing this go ahead and reblog for me to imaginarily stomp on your bullys feet in my stompy heels and dig a piece of gum out of my purse for you and like if you want me to put lipgloss on while stomping

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bodiesonbodiesonbodieson · 2 years

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How did you learn everything you know about esotericism? I feel so blunt in that realm, I work off vibes alone but there’s no finesse, no academic study… the way you operate is fascinating. Big love! ♥️

For you, beloved mutual, I will answer with a sincere and open heart ❤

Working off by vibes alone is fine, there’s just a need to continuously refine your intuition and discern which is intuition or neurotic spurts. I won’t call my study of the occult academic, but I do try to have thorough analysis on praxis and gnosis. I think this desire to be thorough is most important in the study, esoterism is the study of subtle flow of being that requires a constant fleshing. The studying of esoterism itself is the visceral enactment of esoterism into individual life, studying it steeps the mind into the magical void.

Structure:

Perspective

Spirits

Knowledge

Perspective

I think its important to understand that perspective is what knowledge emerges from. Once that is achieved, its important to know perspective can be changed, and the mind creates itself from the perceived field. Changing perspective, whether it is switching magical models or assuming god-forms into yourself, is changing how the mind constructs and processes itself and how it manipulates the objects of the field. Perspective is not bound to human awareness, know that if you want knowledge beyond human. It is also imaginarily assigned, but if you understand how reality is illusory, how illusory and imaginary are bridged together, how they interact, then how magical workings manifest will slowly reveal. I am still learning and discovering that, of course.

If we model perspective as a field, then changing it is transforming the field of reality directly. This does not seem apparent because the mind is attached to the histories, assumptions, and realities that it conditioned from thus inhibits the poetic exploration of the perceived. A lot could be done to rid the mind of said attachments, whether temporarily, permanently, selectively, fully, occasionally, etc., but all revolve around some sort of disintegration. The mind is digested by the void, so to speak.

Linking back to obtaining esoteric knowledge, I am implying the liminality of the mind as a channel for gnosis to come and praxis to develop. Sitting on the bounds of perspectives, the god discovers hidden structures from elevated--or lowered--positions. Personally, it is by refusing to be fixed to a body of knowledge that expands the space I pull knowledge from.

Spirits

Praise Ishtar for creating the heaven and earth, praise Ishtar for creating the mind, praise Ishtar for creating the circle, praise Her body from which all came from. Intelligence is not reserved to human beings, it never began from human beings. Regardless of the origin of intelligence, we still wish to pursue it and develop ours.

I hold animist positions. Recalling on what I said about the mind emerging from the perceived field, a mind--spirit--is given form when an identity is presented that acts as the point of reference the perspective originates. The god does not know what the angel perceives, but did cast the bounds which gave the angel space to form. Looked in another way, a spirit is drawn from the body of infinite potential as a point of existence that has its own arrangements and organizations--I want to expand this on my “theory of impulses” lol. The uniqueness and power of spirits lie in their position in existence, not in a hierarchal way but what does their point of existence encapsulates.

Now, why am I telling you all this? I wish to give you something that might flesh out how you understand them. Consequently, I hope that might allow you have somewhere to jump off from as to understand the underlying currents beneath spirits that allows them to provide to you knowledge and change.

Remember, the substance that creates spirits is the same that creates knowledge, by housing the knowledge of spirits you house the spirits themselves. You add layers into your viscera, forming your own spiritual complexity.

Knowledge

Getting to the actual meat of it, I obtain knowledge by first looking for gaps of knowledge in myself. I do not know and I want to know, so I will know and I will make it so. Insecurity is a powerful thing that people are too afraid to use, and the occultist is a very insecure and volatile being; I would say that the volatility of the occultist reaches into stability as well, the god is able to shift form into any substance, emotions and aspects, including the stable and unstable, dynamic and static. Knowledge is demanded by a mind that requires it, a mind with a need is insecure, a mind insecure is a mind spread thin. If your aim is to reach deep into the more fringe aspects of fate, expect the exposure to liminal spaces make your mind liminal as well.

Poetry, for me, is one of the few things that could cohere the mind with its newfound magic substance. It is a play of forms: the form of letters on the page, the form of sounds enunciated, and the form of meaning sprung from the sounds--language--; ultimately, it is the application of knowledge as existing for itself, by its own sake, instead of application for a result beyond the mere existence of that information. I say cohere, but its more of cope in a sense that esoteric knowledge reveals--to me--the deeper nature of the mind as a fragmented, chaotic, and unbalanced object. Spirits reveal this to show me the body they emerged from: Ishtar the Body of Night, Chaos is Her flesh, Nyx.

Linking back to practical content, I’d say look deep within yourself, your volatile and intense self, and ask what does she want to know. Tell her how she does not know it, where can she learn to know it, and let her feel all the emotions she need, take in all the elements she want, break through any wall between her and the secrets she wants to know. If you do not know where to look, then look everywhere till you find a direction that sparked something in you when you face it. Once you feel bored of that direction, leave it till it interests you again. If its a god that bores you, then how you go through them is your prerogative. Move mountains for knowledge and what you’ll learn will move stars for you.

I feel like I’ve already written a bit in a large span of time, this is it for now. Thank you for asking such a good question, it made me think a lot on how I structure my methods of learning. Forgive me for taking so much time, I had things to attend that prevented me from answering sooner. I also wanted to make sure this has as much quality as I could put in it. I could’ve made it shorter, but I decided nah.

#etheric

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