#it was hindering me significantly and still does!

[nope-body]

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#so like taking with the physical therapist yesterday helped me feel a bit more optimistic about my future #but they operate under the goal of getting people to as low of a pain rating as possible #which isn’t a bad thing! #but it’s just hard to believe them when they say that one of my goals is bringing my baseline pain down to a four (currently between 6 and 7 #but used to be between 7 and 8) #like yes! it’s only been three months and my pain has gotten better but it just means that I’m able to do more to keep up with my peers #it was hindering me significantly and still does! #so whenever my pain decreases I do more and then my pain goes back up because half of it is just trying to live my life #my pain keeps me from functioning and doing things I want to do and I don’t even realize it because I’m so used to it #and that’s entirely due to my parents and the doctor not listening to me when I told them that I was in extreme joint pain year after year #and they dismissed me. They just dismissed me! #I could have gotten physical therapy so much earlier. It might have prevented tons of pain! #but I was ignored for five years and now I tell doctors my average pain level and they do a double take because a person should not be #going through their entire day at a 7! that’s not something most people are able to do let alone do every single day!! #but I never had any other choice #i bought myself a cane because I got tired of limping by the end of the day #I had no guidance or support. I barely knew what I was doing other than I needed something to help me when my hip won’t stay in place #I couldn’t even go to my parents because they wouldn’t believe me and they’d just make me feel bad for it! #I cannot conceptualize being in no pain because I almost never experience it #and apparently people aren’t even supposed to be in pain most of the time #it just. sucks. it really does

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Hm, that's funny, because higher voter turnout has occurred in every election that a democratic president has won since 1980, and notably Reagan and Bush JR were both elected during SIGNIFICANTLY lower voter turnout years. Sometimes it's as little as a difference of two percent of the population, but that's still roughly six and a half MILLION people.

So yes, your vote DOES matter, and I'll remind you that we have actual hard evidence of people trying to discourage voter turnout on tumblr in order to influence election results in the direction of fascism.

I don't think that is what OP is doing. I think they're a depressed doomer who is reactionarily trying to make others feel as hopeless as they do to feel less alone.

I'll also say: collective anarchist action is effective. The jab at "oh, if we could do anything, we would be," totally ignores the leaps and strides we've made precisely due to protests, strikes, and smaller community action.

Whether we're talking about the progress we've made on climate change, the multiple large strikes that were won last year alone, or even just stuff like vulnerable community members surviving another year due to communities coming together to provide meals, housing, and mutual aid... all of that matters.

Pretending it doesn't, or that it hasn't happened, unintentionally hinders the anarchist cause at best. Doomerism is a cancer within leftist communities that left unchecked will effectively kill our communities. And like I said, I don't THINK this is a psy-op, but I'd suggest that if you wanna do the feds' work for them it's kinda pathetic that you're not even getting paid for it.

I understand voting feeling hopeless. Truly I do. I'm a plural mad queer crip and am fighting multiple structural institutions actively and passively trying to kill me on several different fronts.

I'd still rather have a part content to ignore and occasionally give lip service to my existence than one that actively has plans to kill and subjugate myself and my entire communities. So I'll fucking vote.

(And y'know, let's work on getting ranked choice ballots in the meantime. Because polls of people's actual goddamn opinions show we have a lot more allies than your hopelessness is telling you we do, even if many of them still need handheld into true leftism.)

[mahaguro]

I’m having issues with current state of Jujutsu Kaisen (Spoilers)

As of chapter 252, there’s no clear indication on how or what will bring Ryomen Sukuna closer to his demise. Will it be Yuji? Megumi? The Merger? Hell, maybe Gojo? I’m starting to worry a bit.

Despite having lowered CE, no domain expansion, and a looser hold on Megumi’s soul, he has another ace up his sleeve, making the possibility of his defeat rather grim and perhaps unlikely.

The current discourse is that we shouldn’t be shocked the acclaimed “strongest sorcerer in history” is actually strong and holding out against sorcerers who are objectively inexperienced (or rather many leagues behind) in comparison. Which is undeniably true.

Sukuna has already fought and defeated a generation of sorcerers in the past. And here he is yet again accomplishing the same feat in the modern era.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s impressive that the conclusion remains to be ambiguous and not at all predictable. But while having an antagonist who justifiably outclasses the main characters through skill and ability makes for greater stakes, prolonging it only hinders the chance of a satisfying ending.

Gojo lost. Kashimo lost. Higuruma lost + Executioner Sword plan fell through. Megumi is out of commission. And now both Yuji and Yuta are in critical condition. Maki is showing promise and could inflict significant damage onto Sukuna, but I don’t expect her to land the finishing blow.

Like, I’m still trying to wrap my head around Sukuna “holding back” and not ever using his full power. After this fight with Maki, I’m sure Yuji will clash with Sukuna once more but what else is left? What is the full weight of Sukuna’s power and is it game over if they come in contact with it? It does feel like there’s so little hope for them to win.

And if it weren’t for the time-skip, people would have more gripes with what’s currently happening. ~Give or take.

It’s been Gege’s cushion for the many directions this battle can go. They very well could mention a new ability, strategy, etc. that work within the confines of the story, but you can only recycle that so many times before it becomes outright cumbersome.

The only thing that makes total sense is that they’re struggling. It’s the King of Curses after all. I don’t expect this to be an easy win, but all their efforts appear to be in vain.

So far at least.

There’s many who are holding out hope that Yuji gets an MC power up that significantly counters Sukuna. Some even hoping for Gojo’s revival.

I have 70% faith that Gege will give JJK an effective and somewhat satisfying resolution even if it involves major character deaths.

I still enjoy JJK despite my personal qualms, but I’m starting to think Gege intended for the antagonist to win from the jump. Sukuna is 1,000% living up to being an absolute calamity, mowing down characters left and right, all while relishing in battle.

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[sematarygirls]

Could you post what you have so far for living dead girl so we aren’t left hanging?

sure! i already posted it a bit ago, but it was quite awhile ago, so i'll be happy to post it again for you <3

it sort of makes me cringe when i read it now but i'll take one for the team

"What the hell do you want from me?" Patrick asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice as he spun around to face you.

You grinned wickedly, trailing your fingers along his chest. "To feel your fear," you whispered darkly, leaning in so your lips ghosted over his earlobe. "Are you scared yet?"

"Fuck you," he scoffed, stepping away. "I'm not afraid of some little bitch"

"Oooh," your eyebrows furrowed in distaste as you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "Such a vulgar mouth." Faster than he could even comprehend what was happening, your hand reached up, gripping his throat with inhumane strength.

He sputtered something incoherent as he tried to fight you off him, clawing at your arm, hand, face, anything he could touch, but you were completely unfazed, staring into his eyes with a fire that ignited a foreign feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Do you know what it's like to die?" You asked through gritted teeth. He tried to shake his head, his movement hindered by your hold on his neck. "Would you like too?" You grinned sinisterly, watching the fear in his eyes grow for a moment before pushing him back and releasing his throat from your grip.

He stumbled backward, tripping over the end of his bed as he gasped for air. His eyes were blown wide, all bravery gone as he crawled away from you.

"Relax," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You disappeared, appearing in front of him in a crouched position so you two were eye to eye. You pressed your hand to his cheek, caressing it lightly which caused him to recoil away from you. "I'm not gonna kill you," you flashed a dark grin his way as he stared at you with fear. "I'm not done playing with you yet."

"Get the fuck away from me," he croaked out, voice weak from both being choked and being frightened half to death, but he still tried to regain his dominance.

"You're in no position to make demands," you laughed humorlessly, obeying him nonetheless and giving him a bit of space. You flopped down onto his bed, making yourself comfortable as if you hadn't been strangling him a moment prior. "Your bed is surprisingly comfortable."

He carefully pulled himself up from his position on the ground, staring at you as he crossed the room quickly, making his way to the door. With a wave of your hand, the door slammed shut. "W-what? How did you-"

"Are you really this stupid?" You groaned, placing your arms behind your head and watching in amusement as he tried to open the door to no avail. "I guess I'll spell it out for you. I'm a ghost. I'm dead. I have otherworldly abilities," you said, explaining it for him in a few different ways. "Does that pretty much clear it up for you?"

"This isn't happening to me. This can't be happening to me," he murmured to himself, fiddling with the doorknob.

"God, you're whiny," you scoffed. He froze, his back straightening as he thought for a moment. After a beat, he turned around, advancing toward you with a newfound bravery.

"You're nothing," he seethed, looming over you. "You're not real. I'm real."

"Ooooh," you smirked, gazing up at him. "Finally, some fire."

"Listen here you little bitch," he wrapped his fingers around your neck, choking you as you had done to him. He glared at you as he climbed onto the bed, hovering on top of you. His eyebrows furrowed, words dying in his throat as he watched a grin spread on your face.

"Can't feel pain, babe," your lips curled upwards, a condescending edge in your voice. "Only," you trailed off, swiftly flipping you two over so that you were on top of him. "Pleasure." You watch his eyes darken significantly as he licked his lips. "One of the many parks of being dead; I suppose."

He clenched his jaw, hands falling away from your neck and resting on your hips instead. "Y'know I gotta give you a little credit. I was so," you sighed. "Bland when I was alive." Your eyes trailed to the space where his shirt had ridden up, exposing a bit of his stomach, the exact place where he had driven a knife into you. "The perfect victim, huh."

"You were pathetic," he degraded, flashing his Cheshire cat grin at you.

"No," you shook your head, disappearing and reappearing on the other end of the room. "You're pathetic," you taunted, promptly disappearing from his view and leaving him all worked up.

He called your name, demanding you come back to him or suffer the consequences. You, of course, watched from the shadows, invisible to the human eye as he stared at his ceiling, a scowl etched on his face as he laid in discomfort.

You had power over him. This was your unfinished business. You were meant to make him feel how he had made you feel— weak, small, helpless. You were made to make him suffer.

He laid in bed, processing the events that had happened up until now and trying to ignore the tightness in his jeans. "Fuck," he groaned, standing from his bed and pulling his t-shirt over his head. He was hot, too hot. It felt like his skin was on fire.

He stumbled to the bathroom, the feeling on his skin something unnatural— he fucking knew that you were behind it. He couldn't tell whether he hated it or enjoyed it. It was walking the thin line between torture and ultimate pleasure. It burned so bad that it almost felt good.

He turned the shower on, stepping into the ugly green bathtub, only shedding the rest of his clothes once they were soaking wet. He groaned out in relief as the freezing water soothed his skin.

This feeling was shortly lived as he heard your laugh resounding through the house which had him gritting his teeth.

Never in his life had he been met with his match. He couldn't hurt you. That was what got him into this mess, and he couldn't fuck with your mind because you were fucking with his.

He knew that feeling he felt, that anger every time he looked at you, was him staring at the only other real person in this shitty world, but he ignored it. He killed you, killed someone godly like himself, and was now facing the consequences.

"Fuck you!" He shouted, slamming his palms against the shower tile as water dripped down his body.

"You wish," your voice whispered right in his ear, but when he turned, he was met with nothing. The feeling on his skin vanished all at once, causing him to yell out as the icy water pelted his skin like hail. He fumbled, quickly turning it off with a frustrated sigh.

You were messing with him, and you were enjoying it. He hated being your plaything. He hated feeling weak and powerless like the animals he'd torture and kill and the loser kids he'd bully with his friends.

He lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head, shirt riding up to reveal a small portion of his stomach as he thought about you.

Nothing had ever plagued his mind as much as you had, and it drove him mad. Most recently, his thoughts had been filled with feeling your lips on his, and your hands on his burning skin. Something about the fact that you were dead, murdered by his hands made him want you more than he'd wanted anything in his life.

#☀️ sol's asks #answered ! #patrick hockstetter #it #patrick x ghost reader #patrick hockstetter x ghost reader

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 5)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 4

Warnings: tiniest bit of jealous Ani, intoxication, spice/drug mention, attempted kidnapping, protective Anakin, protective Dallum, a (very consensual) kissy kiss between OTHER characters tehe (ALSO ANAKIN FLUFF YAY) 💕

Summary: Your attempt to sneak out of the Temple with a few of your Padawan friends is hindered by unexpected consequences

Word Count: 5.4k (every single time I think I've written under 3k and then I check the count. I get carried away on my Anakin bullshit lol)

You walked through the hallway of the Padawan dormitory, your mind restless. Master Yuma had been sent out on assignment without you, a diplomatic mission to Mandalore, and whenever you had to stay at the Temple for long periods of time without her, you grew fidgety. It wasn't uncommon for Jedi Masters to be sent out without their Padawans, and it didn't bother you to be left out of this particular mission. Still, you felt yourself becoming antsy as the days passed, with nothing to entertain you but the walls of this building, the endless archives, and your own meditative explorations.

       You headed into the turbolift and pressed the panel on the wall. It was a bit later than you usually prefered to rise and head to the mess hall for breakfast, but without Master Yuma's presence—or, really, any motivation to do anything—you'd felt no need to get out of bed in a timely manner.

         You felt the presence before the doors of the lift opened. How does he manage, you thought, flushing, to always show up exactly where I—

       The lift doors opened to Anakin's smiling face, standing in front of you, his eyes looking mischievous.      

       "Fancy seeing you here, flea," he said, poking his tongue through his teeth, his grin matching the elation you felt rising around you, his Force presence catching in the air.

       "You're back," you observed, walking from the lift straight ahead, in the direction of the mess hall. He followed you.

       "Aren't you going to ask about Riosa?" Anakin solicited, puffing out his chest slightly as you walked through the hallway.

       "Factory disputes don't interest me, much," you told him in a slightly teasing tone.

       "This one would. Wait til you hear what—"

       But Anakin's words were cut off by a whooping holler, coming from the direction of the main Temple entrance. Both of you looked around.

       "No way!" Dallum shouted, running forward and grabbing you in a playful headlock, giving you a noogie by rubbing his knuckles against your head.

       "Get off of her," Anakin said coldly, straightening up. You laughed as Dallum released you, smiling.

       "What's up, Dal?" you asked. Behind Dallum you saw Master Quinlan Vos, and you put two and two together—they must have finally returned from their stay on Onderon.

       "Is Eha back too?" you asked hopefully, craning your head and looking around, but you saw only Master Quinlan and his rambunctious Padawan. The two of them being paired together was a liability to the Order, you thought, but it did provide some entertainment value.

       "Yeah, she's somewhere," Dallum said, a wide grin spreading across his smug face. Eha and her Master had accompanied Dallum and Master Quinlan, you knew, on this last mission. They'd been gone a while—too long for your taste. "Anxious to see you too, I'm sure." Dallum had grown significantly in his years as a Padawan—his thick shoulders were wide, his muscles straining against his robes. He puffed out his cheeks, looking from you to Anakin.

       "So, listen," he said more quietly, out of earshot of his Master, who was greeting a few other stragglers coming out of the breakfast hall. "We're planning a little heist, tonight."

       "A heist?" you asked warily, watching Dallum's face light up in excitement.

       "It's Seeva's birthday! What, did you forget, worm?" Dallum teased. You had neglected to remember that Seeva was turning 15 today.

       "Don't call her that," Anakin told Dallum angrily, his jaw clenched, putting his hand on your shoulder to try to step between you and Dallum. You shoved Anakin off.

       "What, so it's okay for you to call me a bug, but it's not okay when he does it?" you turned and asked Anakin, amused.

       "It's not the same," Anakin said, pouting.

       "It's exactly the same," you said in a dry tone, trying not to smile. In some ways, you thought, Dallum and Anakin were quite similar—they were both cocky when it came to their abilities, both overconfident, both boisterous in their teenage sensibilities. Still, you knew that Anakin would never have bullied you, or anyone, the way Dallum had in the past. You were glad that stage of Dallum's character development seemed to have ended when he'd become a Padawan. You could admit that Master Quinlan had been a positive influence on Dallum. Though the two of them at times seemed to egg each other on, they got results. Plus, Dallum seemed to have grown out of his insecurity, and with that growth had come a much nicer attitude toward everyone, especially toward you. You turned back to him.

       "You know, Dal, these stunts of yours tend to get all of us in trouble." It was true—Padawans who were under 18 were not allowed to leave the Temple unsupervised by a Jedi Knight. It was easy enough for Dallum, who was already 18, but Eha was only 17, and you, Anakin, and Seeva were even younger. You didn't want to get caught sneaking out.

       "It will be innocent fun," Dallum promised, putting his hand up to signify the honor of his word. "It was Seeva's idea, and all. We'll just go out, stretch our legs, get the little nugget a birthday treat..." Dallum leaned closer to you, ignoring Anakin's stare, which you felt might be searing a hole through the back of your head. "Perfect place to escape the...scrutiny, of the Temple, if you know what I mean." He pulled back, giving Anakin a wink, and mouthed eight PM quite obviously before turning back to his Master.

       You turned around, walking toward the mess hall, Anakin following. "What did he mean by that?" you asked, puzzled. You felt a hint of discomfort enter Anakin's presence.

       "I'm not sure," he said. You shrugged. "Do you want to go?" Anakin asked, watching you as you made your way toward breakfast. You nodded.

       "I haven't seen Eha in ages," you said, longingly, missing your friend. "What could go wrong, right?"

You waited, your cloak's hood up, hiding behind a pillar on the steps leading into the temple. No one was around, coming in or out, but that could change at any moment, and you didn't want to be seen. You listened, hearing laughter.

       "Y/N, this isn't a dangerous mission. We're just going to get dessert," you heard a laughing voice say from behind you.

       "Eha!" you squealed, trying to remember to quiet yourself as you ran into her arms, hugging her tightly.

       "I missed you too," Eha said, hugging you back, jumping up and down in her excitement. You saw others coming up from behind Eha, and you looked around, making sure none of the Masters happened to be leaving the Temple for an evening stroll.

       "What, I don't get a hug?" Seeva asked, their small voice like bell chimes, their cute pointed face in a grin.

       "Happy Birthday Seev," you smiled, pulling them into a tight grip. Seeva was even smaller than you were, with delicate features, and short, straight hair that curled around their face. You were having a hard time believing they were now the same age as you.

       "Well, come on, we don't want to get caught," you heard Anakin say from behind the group, looking uncomfortable.

       "Always the buzzkill, you are," Dallum said rowdily, running down the stairs, stopping behind Eha to tickle her sides. She jumped.

       "Wait!" a small voice pealed from the top of the stairs.

       "Oh, come on, Dal," you said, sounding exasperated, "you sprung Leve?" Leve jumped down each step, looking excited. She was still a youngling, having not yet been chosen to become a Padawan, and sneaking her out of the crowded youngling bunks certainly added a level of risk to your endeavor. Padawans were afforded small, private rooms of their own in the dormitory, making it easier to come and go without being seen.

       "She's part of the group," Dal said honorably, faking a sense of decorum.

       "I invited her," Seeva said firmly, putting their arm around Leve's neck and starting off the bottom step.

       "What about Yumi?" Leve asked, looking around.

       "She's still out on assignment," Dallum said, waving his hand airily. "It's just us tonight."

       "Let's go!" Eha whispered, grabbing your hand and leaping forward, and you couldn't help but laugh. You glanced around one more time, but you only saw Anakin and Dallum behind you, no Knights, no one who could protest your leaving the Temple.

       You all walked through the streets of upper Coruscant. You'd explored the city some before, most of the time with your Master, though younglings were occasionally taken out on excursions. You'd also stepped out a few times unsupervised, you could admit—as much as you knew yourself to be a rule follower, Padawans were known to sneak out time and again, and you weren't going to miss out on the fun.

       Dallum, who was 18 and therefore allowed out on his own, led everyone through the maze of city streets to a small late night diner.

       "Why are we all the way out here?" Anakin asked him, and you sensed that Anakin spent more time out in the city than he was supposed to.

       "Less likely to be seen out here," Dallum answered, "by any meandering Jedi, that is." It was true that this area did seem a bit more run down than the streets closer to the Temple, but the diner you all entered was well-kept, and had a clean and friendly atmosphere. You took Seeva and Leve's cloaks, hanging them on a hook near the door with your own, while Dallum went up to the counter with his credits. Eha led everyone to a large, circular booth in the back.

       The diner was a lively place. You saw Twi-leks laughing raucously around a table full of drinks and fried rycrit meat; you saw a Gran who looked like he was deep in conversation with a Wookie, both of them gesturing wildly with their arms; you even saw a few species you couldn't identify. You slid into the booth between Anakin and Seeva, looking around at the scene. If you had been here with Master Yuma, you would have asked her to tell you about these unknowns. You knew it was rude to stare, but you admired the atmosphere. There was a lot about the galaxy you still didn't know.

       "Dallum!" you chastised hastily, as you watched Dallum arrive with a circular tray of glasses filled with a mysterious liquid.

       "Relax, Y/N," Dallum said obnoxiously. "It's Blumfruit juice, see?" He held up one of the glasses. You tried to loosen your shoulders, passing the juices around the table.

       "To Seeva," Eha sounded, holding her glass up in front of her.

       "To Seeva!" you all happily agreed, and you drank. The juice was sweet.

       "Y/N, tell me about Muunilinst," Seeva said excitedly, turning to you. "You saw Henry, right? How is he?" You smiled down at Seeva, feeling Anakin's presence beside you. You had returned from Muunilinst over a month ago, but you weren't sure if this might still be a sore subject.

       "He seems like he's doing really well," you told Seeva's innocent face, "aside from the blaster wound, that is."

       "What?" Seeva squeaked. You laughed, beginning the story. As you talked, a few plates of appetizers came to the table, and you ate excitedly. It wasn't often you got to eat food that wasn't from the Temple. Temple food was never fried in delicious oils and covered in salt. You licked your fingers, enjoying yourself.

       "It was actually Anakin who stopped the assassin from hitting Henry in the chest," you continued, turning to the boy next to you. Seeva looked at him in wonder.

       "Really?" they asked, eyes wide. Anakin smiled at them. "How do you stop a blaster from firing?"

       "He didn't," you explained. "He stopped the bullet in mid-air." You saw Anakin's face turn pink beside you, felt the joy and pride in his presence at hearing you speak this way. The conversation turned elsewhere, you asking Leve about her training. You wished you could see your fellows more often, but the life of a Jedi was complicated, busy. You savored these moments of reunion.

       "Eha, please tell me you'll be back for a while?" you asked her, turning in her direction. She blushed as you turned your attention on her, and this confused you.

       "I hope so," Eha said, Dallum chuckling beside her.

       "I've missed you," you told her honestly, and as she looked back at you, you felt there was something unsaid in her presence—felt her emotions reaching out to you, wanting to tell you something, but holding back. You looked at her, quizzically, but she turned away, looking at the floor.

       It was only then that you realized you could see Dallum's hand intertwined with Eha's, partially concealed by the table. Dallum seemed to be stroking her hand with his thumb. You balked at the sight. What is going on? You turned to look at Seeva, who gave you a knowing smile and a shrug. You didn't understand.

       "I'm going to use the toilet. I'll be back in a few minutes," Eha said, sounding giggly, but slightly uncomfortable. She peeled herself out of the booth, walking in the direction of the diner's entrance.

       "I—me too," Dallum said, laughing nervously, and he too left the booth, following Eha toward the door.

       "What's with them?" you asked, turning from Anakin to Seeva. Both shrugged, but both were smiling, and you felt something in their emotions, part squirm, part laughter. It was like...an embarrassed kind of pleasure, the feeling permeating the table. Leve ate her food quietly.

       "I'm going after them," you said, gesturing to Seeva to let you out of the booth.

       "Y/N, wait," Anakin said, getting up with you, grabbing onto your arm. You pulled your arm free.

       "I want to know what's going on," you said simply, though you had a feeling Eha had been keeping something from you—something big.

       As you reached the doorway of the restaurant, you felt yourself pulled into the corner. "ANI—" you started to shout, your heart beating, but Dallum slapped his hand over your mouth. Eha was standing next to him, having just grabbed Anakin's arm, pulling him into the corner with you. You turned around, looking at Dallum in confusion. He took his hand off your mouth and put a finger to his lips in a silent "shh", then pointed back in the direction of the doorway.

       Your stomach dropped. You watched as Master Plo entered the diner, walking directly toward the booth where Seeva and Leve sat, enjoying their food. Eha and Dallum must have seen him outside, you reasoned, and it didn't seem that Master Plo thought to look into the corner, in your direction. You saw Seeva and Leve looking up at the Jedi in horror as he sat down opposite them. Their faces hung as he spoke, and you imagined that he was giving them a stern talking-to.

       "Come on," Eha whispered, "he hasn't seen us." Eha pulled you and Anakin out of the diner, Dallum following, and all of you jogged down the street, darting in and out of alleyways, running until you were at least a few blocks away, out of earshot, and unlikely to run into Master Plo should he exit the diner with your fellows.

       "Poor Seeva," you said, feeling terrible, "poor Leve. This is all our fault."

       "Master Plo will go easy on them," Dallum reasoned, "easier than he would go on us, at least."

       "I still feel bad," Eha said, her face puckered.

       "It won't do them any good to get ourselves in trouble, too," Anakin said, and you knew this made sense.

       "He'll get them home safe," Dallum said cheerfully. "Which means," he continued, grinning impishly, "that the night is young, and the little ones will be in bed." He swung around the nearby pole of a streetlamp, apparently trying to seem suave, though the overall effect was quite clumsy. "Where should we go?" Anakin stood behind you, watching you, waiting for your reaction.

       "Absolutely not," you said, shaking your head. "As soon as the coast is clear, we're heading back to the Temple."

       "Oh, come on, don't be boring, Y/N," Dallum whined.

       "I mean it," you said, your tone firm. "I don't want to get into any more trouble."

       "Ugh, the two of you are always such killjoys," Dallum said to you and Anakin. "What is it about being the top of the class that makes you so un-fun."

       "Hey," Eha chided. "Be nice to my friend." Dallum shut his mouth. You grabbed Eha by the arm, pulling her ahead of Dallum and Anakin.

       "I really have missed you," Eha said, putting her head into your shoulder as you walked, arm in arm, linked. The two of you started a slow procession toward the Temple, feeling Anakin and Dallum following behind you.

       "I wish we could be together all the time," you said, and you meant it. "Why is it we're never assigned to missions together? I'm paired with Anakin every other week," you continued, laughing.

       "I don't know," Eha said, her voice growing quiet. "Listen, Y/N...A lot has changed since the last time we were both back here."

       "Yeah," you said, ready for her to come clean, "about that—"

       But you didn't get the chance to finish your thought. Everything happened so quickly, it felt like one millisecond, and also like it happened in slow motion, your quick reflexes taking everything in with minute detail. You heard the glass smash on the ground, saw two dark shapes moving around you, and felt the orange particles moving up into your airways. Someone had smashed a small vial of Spice onto the ground in front of you and Eha, and before you knew it, there were arms around you, picking your body up off the ground.

       You reacted instinctively. Using the Force to loosen the man's grip, you took your lightsaber from your belt, working quickly and swinging accurately. You slashed the man's arm that was holding you, and then both of his legs, on the sides, giving him deep burns that would prevent him from using his limbs temporarily, but wouldn't maim him completely. He was on the ground, writhing in pain, when you turned to Eha, who had been grabbed by the other attacker. Dallum got there first.

       "You will never touch her," Dallum said, his voice cold and angry, his white lightsaber lit and held high in the air. You felt Anakin on your other side, his blade held up as well, felt the anger in his familiar Force presence rising. "You will never touch either of them, or it will be the last thing you do." The Force command Dallum infused into his voice was shocking. He was really becoming a Jedi.

       The man who had attempted to grab Eha looked down at his companion, the man you had attacked, writhing on the ground.

       "Guess we chose wrong, tonight," the man in front of Dallum said in a nasty voice, looking at you, Anakin, and Dallum with your lightsabers lit. He glanced back once at his companion, and then ran in the other direction. You felt Anakin's intentions before he could enact them.

       "Anakin, no," you said, grabbing onto his arm, trying to thwart his attempt to follow the man. You felt Anakin's anger, felt him thinking of all the ways he would like to kill this person who had tried to attack you, but your senses were beginning to cloud. You looked around, saw no more evidence of the orange Spice in the air, but felt a funny feeling in your airways.

       "He could attempt to attack someone else," Anakin said, his voice shaking, his anger palpable.

       "It's not the Jedi way, mate," Dallum said, trying to reason with him. "We don't deliver vigilante justice." Dallum turned his attention to Eha. "Are you all right, beautiful?"

       Eha's eyes looked funny. You watched as her pupils dilated and then shrank, over and over again. Dallum looked at the broken vial on the ground, and then back to Eha.

       "Spice," he told you and Anakin, but you felt all of a sudden as if the world were shrinking in front of you, as if your vision was being stretched by a long tube. You tried to look at your friends, or speak, but you felt frozen by the intoxicating sensation.

       "Little flea, you don't look so good," Anakin told you, taking a step closer to look you over and make sure you weren't hurt.

       "Dal," Eha said, and you turned your head back to her, slowly, watching her form swim in front of your eyes. "Dal, that was amazing, you—you saved me—" and with those words, Eha collapsed into Dallum's arms, kissing him enthusiastically. Dallum responded with as much enthusiasm, holstering his lightsaber and wrapping his arms around Eha. You watched, confused, but the two of them changed color in your vision, first becoming blue, then becoming pink, then fading into bubbles around you.

       Oh no, you thought to yourself. I hope they don't pop.

       "We've got to get them back to the Temple, where they'll be safe," Anakin said loudly, trying to interrupt Eha and Dallum's long embrace.  

       “We can’t go back to the Temple like this,” you heard yourself say, from far away, bubbles floating all around you. “We’d be expelled from the Order.”

       "Well, we can't stay here," Anakin said, sounding worried, looking around the darkened street, as if expecting more attackers to emerge at any second.

       "Find somewhere to wait it out," Dallum said, his cheesy grin looking funny through your Spice haze. Eha starting pulling on his chin, trying to bring his face back to hers. "You'll take care of wormy, yeah?" Dallum asked, looking reluctantly back at Anakin and gesturing toward you with his head, his hands moving around Eha's waist. Anakin nodded, and Dallum turned back, kissing Eha passionately against the wall of the building behind them.

       "Come on, Y/N," Anakin said gruffly, looking around. "We'll...we'll find a safe place." He waited for you to come with him, his arm outstretched to lead you, but you felt oddly planted to where you stood, as if you had become a tree. You looked down at your arms, and they were branches.

       "Oh," you said softly, waving your branches, feeling the leaves moving, rustling with the wind. "Pretty..."

       Anakin drew his face closer to yours, looking into your eyes. "Oh boy," he breathed. "Okay...um, let's try this." Anakin moved in front of you and knelt, reaching behind him with his arms to gently pull at the spots behind your knees. The pressure of his hands caused you to fall forward, against his back. Surprised, you grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself, and he stood up, lifting you into a piggy back.

       "Woah," you giggled, watching as your vines combined with Anakin's vines. "It's...it's an..." you struggled to find the words as your limbs flowered. "It's an epiphyte."

       "Uh huh," Anakin grunted, carrying you along with him as he looked around. "Okay, I have an idea. Hang on, flea." He tightened his grip around your right leg and let go of your left, but you weren't concerned. Your vines were gripping his tightly, one plant growing on top of another as he climbed up a ladder, up onto the roof of one of the smaller buildings nearby. When you both reached the rooftop, Anakin swung you off of his back, holding onto you, looking around.

       "This is fine," Anakin said, still sounding concerned, but seeming calmer. "Can you stand?" Anakin let go of you, and as he did, you sunk into yourself. Anakin caught you under your arms as you fell to your knees.

       "Gods, Y/N," Anakin said through his breath. "Remind me never to do Spice." Anakin laid you down gently, onto your back on the surface of the roof, and then dropped to a seated position near to you, his arms around his knees.

       "No, Ani, no," you said breathlessly, shaking your head against the hard metal of the Coruscanti roof, your hair splayed out under you. "It's wonderful." You lay looking up at the stars, feeling like you could see the entire universe. All of it was moving, forming different shapes, different planetary systems, all of the matter exploding and reforming in front of your eyes. You remembered that you were seeing back in time.

       "Was Eha...were Eha and Dal...was that real?" you asked, the words coming out of you slowly.

       "Yeah," Anakin said, his tone slightly bitter, infused with some other emotion you couldn't identify through your stupor.

       "That's so weird," you said, your eyes watering as you felt the Spice moving through you. "She used to hate him. And it's...it's not allowed." You felt a pleasant smile sit on your face. Though you knew there might be a part of yourself deep within that was upset about Eha, and you knew the presence of Spice in your veins should be causing you to panic, all you felt was a contented, euphoric lens over everything, as if life were suddenly being colored, the motion capture covered by a painted, translucent fabric. It was a lovely sensation. You felt it in your ears.

       "Technically, Jedi are allowed to kiss," Anakin said, sounding the tiniest bit grumpy.

       "I've never understood the difference," you admitted, watching the swirling vortexes above you collide together. You could hear it in your mind—the sound these nebulas in the sky made, as they hit each other's edges. It was a beautiful tinkling.

       "Have you ever kissed anyone?" The Spice visions were distracting you from Anakin's presence as it began to swell beside you. It took you a moment to understand his question. You shook your head.

       "No. And I doubt I ever will," you said honestly, through your haze, feeling the most comfortable calm washing over you, the light show in space changing colors.

       "Why?"

       "What I just said, about attachment...kissing..." you lost your head for a moment, putting your hands up above you, pulling at the shapes in the sky. They moved with your touch. "Look!" you gasped, grabbing Anakin's wrist. His heart was beating heavily through the sleeves of his tunic, his pulse fast. You pointed up at the sky with your other hand, wanting to show Anakin the lights, but all of a sudden, they were gone.

       "Oh," you said mournfully, letting go of Anakin and dropping your other arm. "Never mind." The Spice haze was shifting so quickly, it was hard to keep up.

       “Y/N, do you hate me?” Anakin asked, his voice quiet, his breathing uneven. You felt confused by how much everything was spinning around you. Ani's words didn't make much sense. It took you a while, in your mind, to piece together what he was asking.    

       "Hate you?" You turned toward the boy sitting beside your supine figure, crinkling your face. You could see Anakin, but his outline seemed fuzzy, like it was moving, or perhaps like it contained another dimension that it didn’t have normally, one with more colors. "No. I don’t hate you, Ani," you sighed, truthfully, all of a sudden feeling very heavy in your head, your arms, and your legs. Anakin sat watching you, his presence uncharacteristically passive, his eyes sincere. “You do bother me sometimes,” you admitted, thinking it through slowly, the cogs stuck together in your intoxicated mind. “Sometimes it seems like you want to. You know, bother me." You watched the world turn inside out through your lashes, and felt it, too. Your lips struggled with words. You felt a bit like jelly. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. The Spice inside you was creating a little tornado of happiness. You worked to keep your mind focused on the conversation. "Why is that?” You looked back at Anakin and saw he was smiling, looking quite pleased.

       “I don’t know, exactly,” he said, his eyes downcast, his smile seeming unintentional. You rolled your eyes at him. This made you a bit dizzy.

       You held your arms up on both sides of you, to steady yourself. All of a sudden, you forgot there was roof beneath you—it felt like you were floating in space, the distant galaxies floating with you.

       "What are you doing?" Anakin asked, through his laughter. You realized that you were not floating. Disappointed, you put your arms down, blinking your eyes.

       All of a sudden you felt through the haze a concentrated effort on Anakin’s part—his thoughts turned to you, his emotions becoming stronger as if he himself was turning the dial up on the volume. His Force presence was all but shouting at you, and you knew he was doing it intentionally. You felt these emotions of his moving through you, and you felt as if you were inside Anakin, feeling all of these feelings with him. You couldn’t just read them—it was almost as if you were his feelings of adoration, desire, want, insecurity. It was almost as if these same feelings were coming from somewhere deep inside you, as well as from him. You shook your head to clear it.

       "What?" Anakin asked, part cautious, part hopeful.

       "I…I can’t tell what you’re thinking,” you lied. You kept your tone convincing, even through the drug’s influence. Anakin laughed.

       “I guess Spice really does a number on you.” You felt the world spin, but not in a nauseating way. Anakin waited, his breathing halted, as if he was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.

       “Didn’t you feel it, though?" he began, and you felt his emotions swell inside him, a wave that refused to crash, his feelings growing bigger and bigger. "When we met? Didn’t you see that we would be—"

       You waited for him to finish, seeing things in the stars, things you shouldn’t be seeing. "That we would be in each other’s lives,” he continued, “that we would be a part of each other’s stories.”

       Of course you’d felt it, but the Spice haze had begun to shift, and you were gaining back your ability to remember to hide your true feelings and emotions.

       “I do remember the day you came to the Temple,” you said honestly. “I felt something before I’d even seen you…I could feel your—" you paused, realizing this might be too honest. “I could feel your sadness.”

       The wave crashed, but not in a devastating way. Anakin's Force presence shrank, and you knew he felt vulnerable, raw. You felt him casting around in his mind, trying to decide on the right thing to say in response.

       “So you admit it," he smiled, his voice refusing to betray the stormy ocean within him. "That we’re friends.”

       “Yes, we’re friends,” you said, smiling in spite of yourself. The Spice haze was definitely beginning to fade slightly, leaving in its place a tired gladness, a relaxed feeling, a sweet and innocent enjoyment. "You could try, though, you know,” you told him, turning to look him in the eye. “Not to be so irritating.”

       “Deal,” Anakin said, smiling.

       A long period of quiet passed between you, you enjoying the feeling of regaining your senses, Anakin lost in thought. His thoughts were quite pleasant, and something about the haze, or the evening, or perhaps a shift between the two of you allowed you to feel his thoughts without fear, or judgement, or anger. It wasn't so bad, you thought, to be beside him now.

       "Are you ready to go home, little flea?" Anakin whispered, breaking the long silence after a while. You nodded, shifting, trying to sit up.

       "That’s not home," you said, pulling yourself to a standing position, relieved your muscles had begun to work again. Anakin stood as well, considering your words thoughtfully.

       "I suppose you’re right," Anakin replied, looking out over the Coruscanti skyline in the direction of the Temple. He was quiet for a moment, and you felt his thoughts move toward his mother. It was a tender feeling. It made you want to pull him into your arms. You breathed in and out, trying to expel this certain urge.

       "Thanks," you said, and at this, he turned back to look at you. "You know," you smiled, "for not leaving me to rot, in a Spice haze, in a ditch somewhere."

       Anakin grinned down at you. "What are friends for?"

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Chapter 6 has been posted!!! Go read go read!!

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[dilatorywriting]

ADGSH I'm glad my brainworms spark joy, truly /gen.

There's a part of me that always feels a little bad about spreading the brainworms, because I know full well how much chaos they can cause. And I even stopped myself passing on the infection this time! And then the universe had other plans.

But alas I hath returned for a part 2. A significantly shorter part 2. I'm not sure if this will help or hinder the og plot you already had planned but! I bestoweth it onto thee all the same.

So.

Azul is now squatting in your house. Your already-too-small-for-just-you little apartment living space above your shop. He still refuses to tell you what he is, but it's quite obvious that he's not human. You would guess that he's A Thing from the ocean, based on some of his.... Habits. You suppose that it's better he stays with you though, so that you can keep an eye on him until he sorts out whatever it is that he's done to bind you both together.

Except, in that regard, you're both at a bit of an impasse. Because just as you are absolutely certain that the cause of this situation is on Azul's side, Azul is just as convinced that this whole thing is your doing somehow.

He regards you, and your shop, and your daily life in general, as if it's all some big farce. Like if he just waits long enough he'll eventually find a crack to pry his fingers into and rip down the veil, leaving you no choice but to reveal yourself as the big powerful wizard that tricked him into a binding contract. Except that's never going to happen, because you're not a big powerful wizard and never will be. And you can't make any progress on undoing the bind yourself, so you're stuck waiting until Azul manages to look past his ego and see you for what you really are.

In the mean time, the both of you settle for being as passive-agressive as possible.

There seems to be a pact of non-agression, or protection from harm, built into the bond between you. Azul cannot simply kill you to solve the issue, and you, regrettfully, cannot literally slap some sense into him. So instead, you've devolved to petty inconveniences. No there is no spare mattress, Azul, and very very unfortunately you can't afford to buy one so yes, Azul, you will have to sleep on the floor, all night, every night :). And oh? what's this? Azul woke up early because the floor was uncomfortable? And reagarranged your entire kitchen and store inventory? So now nothing is where you remember it being and finding the cultery drawer takes you 20 minutes? Why thank you, Azul :) How Generous Of You :) For Cleaning Up :)

And all of this really shouldn't be making you as upset as it does.

Seriously. You have a thick skin from growing up as the token Untalented, Almost-Magicless Mage. You do Customer Service for a living and deal with all sorts of rude and strange customers. Yet somehow Azul, Mr Pretty Boy who winded himself climbing the stairs, gets under all of this experience. Maybe it's because he's with you nearly 24/7. Maybe it's because whenever you turn to him, 7 times out of 10 what you're met with is his cold, calculating gaze. Waiting for that big reveal that's never going to happen. Or maybe it's because having someone convinced that you're more than you really are hurts so much more than any insult. Whatever the case, you continue to spark off each other.

Eventually this ends in disaster, as only it can. And it involves the little Sunday Market Pest.

You'd discovered that your Sunday Market Rival sometimes picked through your trash, and often swiped your smaller deliveries if you left them out for too long. So you'd set a trap - a box of enchanted flower seeds that you'd wrapped up to look like a delivery, set on your doorstep as if you'd forgotten it. But Azul, in his infinite wisdom, takes it upon himself to twist the enchantment put on them, so that when your rival came to demonstrate the product at the market the following day, it would turn out... not quite as anticipated, to say the least.

Problem was, you'd already sabotaged the seeds yourself. Soaked them in a mild potion, that should've changed the intented effect of the seed to a disappointing huff of smoke.

But when that poor, clueless rival of yours activates one during the bustling Sunday Market, your mild potion mixes with whatever strange enchanment Azul had cast, and the result is...quite quite bad.

You were there of course, to witness how your little trick would turn out, only to see the townspeople fleeing from the scene en masse. At the center of the almost empty market is a bizzarre disaster that swats at the stragglers and the unconscious rival of yours.

You turn to Azul and find his signature, cold stare looking back at you. He asks what you intend to do. And you break.

You scream. You scream that you can't do anything, that you never could, because you barely had any magic at all. Somewhere in your rant you also call Azul stupid. Stupid for letting his pride obscure what was in front of his face - you're just a human with barely enough magic to make some flowers grow. Not this formidable magical mastermind he mistook you for.

Azul just stares at you. Something... raw creeps over his face as he watches you. And then he's gone. And it goes suddenly and eeriely quiet at the disaster zone behind you. You turn, and the disaster is gone, smoking, as if blighted off the face of the earth. Azul is walking back to you with his eyes cast down and his mouth twisting.

The both of you sit on nearby grassy knoll and watch the wreckage smoulder. Eventually Azul speaks, and it really does feel like the earth itself stops moving when he not only admits his mistake, but also apologizes. It's short, and clipped, and huffed through his nose but it's still uttered. Azul continues speaking, and picks over his words slowly.

"If magic power is something you desire, though. I can help with that. While this bond lasts, I can be your... patron. Of sorts. I can advise with my own power and knowledge. For a price."

And when you ask what that price is, he simply says "There'll be several subclauses, but the priority is this: when I find a way to sever the bond between us, you must agree to willingly release me at that time. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be stuck like this. So it's also in your best interest."

And so, you make a deal with a Azul Ashengrotto, and employ an ancient eldritch something as your patron.

(aaaaand scene. That's kind of all there is for this one. Seelie post inspo + some softcore enemies to friends to lovers. Will the brainworms leave me in peace? who can say. For all I know, I could be back tomorrow with an "actually i lied the brainworm coughed up a fluff scene at 5am in the morning pls take". If nothing else I hope it sparks joy /gen)

-Reaper

*claps and claps and claps and claps and—*

I am so in love with this it’s a problem. Here I am working on Leona’s next part, trying to finish up two different projects that have nothing to do with Azul at all, and now my brain is just happily swimming through the sea of Octo Boy Chaos. Just *muah* *chef’s kiss* just builds on itself to get better and better. I am such a sucker for Azul AUs with the whole Enemy-To-??? Dynamic that mirrors the situation in the actual game. And this is just lovely

But thank you muchly for blessing my brain with this Masterpiece of a Brain Worm. Hopefully this lil’ wormy can learn to coexist with all the others currently duking it out. Best of luck, little dude

#Asks #Monster Mayhem #Azul Ashengrotto

[itsclydebitches]

RWBY: Something that will forever bother me is that I thought they would change their outfits. I dont like v7 outfits too much so wehn I saw they might be on a beach. I thought, 'Cool. Maybe they'll remove some layers of theit WINTER outfits and they might look better.' BUT NO. I thought weiss and blake would lose their jackets, yang gets a ponytail, im not sure about ruby, shes fine ig. But still pretty unhappy. oh well

Yang in a ponytail, my beloved. So near and yet so far 😭

I get that it takes more time, effort, and of course money to create the new models (even overlooking the fact that RT is no longer the struggling startup it once was...) but for me, missing details like that really hinder my sense of immersion. They don't actively take me out of the story, but they don't help me stay tethered to it either, which is much more of a problem when the writing is struggling like RWBY's is.

As I mentioned in another post, I've started Demon Slayer (which is excellent) and little moments with clothing really help the storyworld to feel real. Why doesn't Tanjiro's uniform tear during all those intense battles? Oh look, here's a scene with his mentor explaining precisely how that's possible. Why doesn't Inosuke's mask fall off? It does after a particularly vicious headbutt, finally revealing his face. Here two of the characters are removing their outer layers to give someone a pillow and blanket. Here they are changing into a new set of clothes while their uniforms are washed. Zenitsu hangs onto others' robes when he's particularly scared, pulling them askew. Inosuke wears or doesn't wear a shirt depending on the situation. People comment on the bamboo in Nezuko's mouth. Tanjiro's earrings are slowly being revealed as significant... Clothing is a part of the characters and the story actually treats it as such.

In contrast, RWBY has lost almost all of that work despite starting out as a series built around the thematic significance of outfit colors. Not even their weapons, tools through which the ENTIRE conflict is built around, are given any true acknowledgement anymore, not when Weiss finds hers in a heartbeat offscreen, getting Blake's back becomes fodder for jokes, Ruby shows no inclination to get Crescent Rose back (with, more significantly, her teammates ignoring that uncharacteristic passivity), and Jaune apparently has never tried to mend his sword. Only stealing Yang's arm is even somewhat significant and likewise treated in a jokey, ultimately-unimportant-to-her-development manner.

Now take into consideration everything they DON'T do, including reacting to the tropical nature of the Ever After. Give me scenes where Yang puts up her hair, Blake takes her stockings off, Ruby tears the sleeves off her shirt, Weiss cuts her skirt to make it shorter, and she and Yang both loose their jackets because holy shit it's hot here. Also we're literally lost in a parallel fantasy world, maybe dead, who gives a crap how we look or if we need to buy new clothes later?? Give me the girls pulling off extra layers to cushion Ruby's head after her faint. Let them tear off a strip to bind a wound. Who's going to trade something like their jewelry to gain what they need? (Something we did get with Ruby's rose pendant, but it happened so fast and with no emotional punch it was just frustrating. Great idea, terrible execution.) Who's going to pick up new pieces while traipsing across the Ever After, perhaps visually signifying their acceptance of the place (something we could have gotten with Ren in Atlas)? Who's outfit gets scorched or torn or soiled because unlike Demon Slayer, there's no canonical reason for why these clothes should still be looking pristine after all they've been through?

Obviously RWBY doesn't have to do all of this, but it should do something to sell the idea that these are real people post-battle, traveling a hostile, tropical-esque land after they've been prepped for the ARCTIC. Keeping them exactly the same doesn't help me fall into the fantasy of watching RWBY, it just makes me go, "Oh, they probably want new outfits for Volume 10, so they're not bothering to change anything now :/" The viewer is already well aware that Volume 9 is a filler season that's struggling to be significant in the grand scheme of things. You don't want anything that's going to add to that feeling.

To use an old meme:

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[soft-mafia]

𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜+𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜

What Hisoka pursues in a relationship & how he would show his attraction

A/n: Please note that this is my personal headcanons from my perspective of Hisoka’s character! He’s my special interest and this is just my view of him from what I’ve seen in the show/manga!(this is mainly my headcanon on him based on how he acts around Illumi/Machi)

I feel like Hisoka has a few types. He seems like the type who would be drawn to somebody who is opposite to him to keep things exciting, or somebody who puts on a cold exterior but on the inside is a big softie so he can be the only person to see that side of them.

Hisoka would also want to make sure that there wouldn’t be anything that might hinder a relationship with the person in question, or anything that might cause an early end to their relationship(availability, time, the people they associate with etc.) and due to all of the crazy things nen users go through on the daily it’s very hard to not have anything get in the way of a relationship.

When Hisoka is romantically invested with somebody he’ll be flirtatious and playful, he’ll engage in more normal conversation with them as well. His demeanor towards them would change, he’d be a lot more softer, he wouldn’t be violent as he is most of the time and he wouldn’t be seeking out death battles with them(although they could be his little sparring buddy). Hisoka would start using pet names, mainly darling, baby, honey(or if they’re significantly shorter than him, he’ll call them “little Y/n”). He knows he can get away with it due to his usual flamboyant behavior, if he’s confronted he’ll just apologize— but won’t stop.

As stated before, if theres nothing getting in the way of Hisoka’s relations with this person, he’ll actually start trying to form a closer bond with them. He’ll give them subtle little touches here and there, like a gentle shoulder squeeze, a nudge, or a playful pat on the head or back. They would also get an invite to Hisoka’s apartment every once in a while, just so he can hang out with them. (Bonus: if there is a mission they’re on together and if they have to do an emergency jump-out-the-window, he’ll quickly grab them and hold them close to his chest as he hurls himself out. If theres something falling or collapsing he’ll hold them by the shoulders and keep them away from whatever it is.)

Hisoka isn’t the type to confess, he would rather just go with the flow and see how far he can get with them. He wants them to confess first, he’s fine with waiting.(this behavior would probably end up with him being single; but he doesn’t care about that. He knows doesn’t need a partner, but if his heart is leaning towards somebody he’s fine with indulging in those feelings and seeing where things take him) Although, being the perceptive individual he is, if he starts to sense that this person actually does feel something towards him, he will instigate. Hisoka still won’t confess, but he’ll say things like “just admit you love me”, “if you want to kiss me, go ahead” “I know you love me” things like that, just so he could chuckle and fluster them to the point of a confession.

When a relationship finally blossoms, Hisoka’s behavior probably won’t change since he was already a bit flirty and touchy— but he will expand his pet name vocabulary and give his partner an occasional butt grab. He would want them to accompany him on his missions more often, and would sometimes pop up in theirs as well if he has the time. Again, I don’t think he would show any violence or malice towards his lover, unless provoked; but he probably wouldn’t hurt them.

I can see Hisoka be pretty docile and sweet for the most part, and behind closed doors he would be gentle and passionate. Plus, it would be pretty nice to be the only person this metrosexual magician is gonna be calling “darling” lol.

#hisoka hxh #hisoka x reader #hisoka morrow x reader #hisoka morrow #hunter x hunter #hxh hisoka #hisoka headcanons #hxh #hxh headcanons #adult trio #adult trio x reader #hunter x hunter scenarios #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh imagines #hisoka x you #hisoka x oc #hisoka x y/n #hisoka imagine

[sweet-star-cookie]

ayup, question time!!

what can you tell me about solaris and lunaris? how are they relevant to the astral plane? and most importantly, you mentioned that they're a part of the chinese zodiac. are there any other chinese zodiacs besides the dragons? (the dragons look sick btw absolutely amazing)

looking forward to the onslaught of words!! /pos

Yaaaaay dragons, my favourite! And during the Year of the Dragon no less :D

Firstly, thank you very much for the compliment about their designs! I’ll be doing some design tweaks for them this year so stay tuned for that :’D You likely already saw the head drawings of both dragons but I’ll put them here again anyway.

In terms of their association with the Chinese zodiac, they take the form of whatever animal matches the year in the zodiac, and thus will transform together annually. I haven’t drawn all of the forms yet, as only a few of them appear in the main/side stories themselves, but here are the ones I’ve drawn so far (not to scale with one another)

They are capable of transforming individually should they ever be separated or one be hindered somehow during the annual switch, but only if absolutely necessary. They also cannot take any form that does not correspond with the current year. Each form is equivalent in power (as in they can wield their full power regardless of form) but their respective size varies depending on the animal. Even their smallest forms, however, are still significantly larger than their real-life counterparts. Their rat forms are not the size of actual rats, for instance.

They are considered two halves of the same whole, one cannot exist without the other and they share both their power and their pain. If one were to be injured, so would the other. They are at their most powerful when they are together, which is why Lunaris’s power is greatly diminished during the main story (more on this later). Collectively they are referred to as the Solunar Spirits (they/it pronouns), and their power makes them god-like to many on the Astral Plane.

As mentioned previously, they are the entities that gave the zodiac their elemental powers; Solaris gave earth and fire, and Lunaris gave water and air. They too wield their respective elements, and while the power level is still the same between forms, the “danger” of each one varies on the animal form they take and their size. As in, it’s usually a lot more intimidating to face them when they’re dragons or tigers rather than when they’re rabbits or rats, but you still don’t want to mess with them! They appear as dragons in the main story, and this form is the largest of them.

Notably, and unlike the constellations, they do not possess Light magic. This led some to believe that they would be immune to the corruption of Void magic, but Scorpio’s unintended corruption of his water magic proved this to be false. Despite their immense power, they too fear Void magic and the Voidlands as a whole, but the full extent of the reasons why are still unclear. Though the Solunar Spirits are sentient (as in capable of feeling and expressing emotion), they cannot communicate outside of whatever sounds their animal forms can make. They can understand speech, which is how Cassie is able to calm Lunaris at one point, but it can be otherwise difficult to find ways to calm them down if they start getting erratic or get any information out of them as to why.

It is also not entirely clear why they chose to give the zodiac their elemental power, and this mystery is ultimately what brought the zodiac closer together as a result, as they (eventually) agree to band together and use this power to protect the other constellations on the Astral Plane. Based on their own interpretation, the zodiac believes that getting this power was a way to augment their current abilities with Light magic, as many of the zodiac use both simultaneously in combat or otherwise. What this increased power is supposed to do is still somewhat unclear, and this extends to the Starglass as well.

At first, when Ophiuchus received the Sun Starglass, the zodiac believed that this was Solaris’s way to augment Ophi’s healing abilities, as the situation had gotten a lot more dire and he was one of the best spirits to help with that. That is until Lunaris sent the Moon Starglass to Earth sometime later, which only generated more confusion.

After things went awry with Ophiuchus, Solaris tried to stop him, and seemed to disappear alongside him. This caused the earth and fire signs to lose their elemental magic, but Lunaris and the water/air magic remained, leading to speculation that Solaris was not truly gone. Where it (and by extension Ophiuchus) ended up is one of the mysteries to be solved during the main story.

Though Lunaris remains, they now appear to be chained to something, and have suffered a great power loss. Thus, they retreat into the Solunar Spire (a large tower-like building where both usually reside) and fall into a deep sleep. No one is able to enter the spire at this point, not even the signs who share Lunaris’s power.

When Cassie first summons her sword, this reawakens Lunaris and she is taken inside the Spire, but Lunaris’s chains are not broken. Luckily for Cassie, this allows her to escape the dragon in time! Though it’s somewhat old at this point (2020 I think?) I made this painting with this part of the story in mind.

#thanks for the ask <333 #I saw your other one too so I'll answer that shortly ^_^ #asks #tabsters #my art #my OCs #Starglass Zodiac #SGZ #long post

[literaphobe]

I just... I have questions, how do you wash your hair with them? and ears?

i just do? they dont fall off why would they fall off ….. at most they move slightly but they just go up slightly then back down on my ears. like no one ever told me ‘remember to remove your glasses before you go in the shower!!!!!’ so i never did. i recognize that some people think its a hassle to wipe ur glasses after the shower but i have adhd so im the kind of lazy that ends up doing more work bc of initial laziness. but im wiping shit like my face and body anyway so wiping my glasses doesnt take more than a few seconds!! whereas taking off my glasses - when does this happen? do i put them in my room? this means im walking to the damn bathroom legally blind. WHAT IF I BUMP INTO STUFF. i have REALLY bad eyesight. and if u tell me to put it in the bathroom IM GONNA GET THEM WET ANYWAY. my bathroom is small. if u tell me to just put them whereever it will stay dry and be accessible when i step out the shower chances are i could forget where i put them, they could still get wet, or theyre too far away for it to be worth it bc MY EYESIGHT SUCKS

i saw so many tags ppl left about the glasses thing. i boil some of you down to ‘eyesight isnt that bad’ but here’s my responses to some points some of u brought up

‘my glasses get wet! how can i see!’ -> water is transparent. ur vision is slightly hindered if theres multiple droplets but its not blocked off. just hit them with more water or something or swipe away the drops w ur fingers. if you have bad eyesight wearing wet glasses is not significantly worse than wearing no glasses. n if ur eyesight is shit then shouldn’t u be used to wearing ur glasses all the damn time. why disrupt that by taking them off for a shower. what if you needed to shave. not that i shave but assuming i needed to id need my glasses on to see less i nick myself

‘my glasses get fogged up!! how can i see!!’ -> my glasses dont fog up much because i put my face in the water spray on occasion so any fog gets washed away. i also tested it in the shower earlier. u can just swipe ur fingers over ur glasses too and ur vision is good again!!

‘i dont NEED to see in the shower. why wear glasses’ -> okay in that same vein. why take them off then. what if your glasses fell somewhere when u took them off and you couldnt find them and ur blind as shit so not knowing exactly where they are made u scared

‘what if my glasses fall off in the shower’ -> skill issue. sorry. my glasses have not fallen off more than 1-2 times in like all 24 years of my life. im not saying taking ur glasses off is wrong and having them on is correct im saying there should be a slightly more even split on it bc its really such a nothing thing to do. like why do anything until theres a problem (wet glasses ig in this case) that you have to solve (wiping them dry w a towel ur already holding anyway a process which is at most five seconds)

#ask

[poke-admin-showdown]

ROUND 2 ANALYSIS: A PATTERN EMERGES

round two voting has concluded! and as is usual, i have some things to say about it

first of all, this round marks the entrance of our four highest seeded contenders - plumeria, the shadow triad, eri and matt. the title of this roundup post was originally going to be "MATT'S HERE NOW" but his match was actually significantly tamer than others, and there's something else i want to talk about more

almost half of our contestants going into the quarterfinals share three attributes: a red theme, bobbed hair, and capacity for (possibly feral) violence. mars, courtney and mela have significant support within the demographic of people voting in this bracket. now, i doubt the hair is really doing anything, i think that's mostly a coincidence, but it is interesting and pretty funny to me how that's worked out.

starting with mars: she's feral and we all love her for it. there have been enough tags about mars being feral that i'm going to have enough to make an entire tag compilation post at the end of this bracket. she's the star of the most one-sided poll this round, winning against petrel by 88% of votes. this is also our most-voted poll with 161 votes at time of writing. tumblr LOVE mars.

secondly, courtney: a significantly closer match this time against her team magma colleague tabitha, but still a clear win. i thought this match would have been a lot closer, and i saw some great arguments for both opponents in the tags, but in the end courtney won by 65%. that's pretty significant! i was honestly half expecting tabitha to win. i would like to officially state that i hope our banner isn't influencing results even though it is correct.

and finally, mela. i was not expecting her to get this far, i'll be completely honest. she has rage in her heart, yes, but she's also wearing those big ol boots. i spend a lot of time thinking about garment construction and how it would limit movement in a fistfight and in mela's case, i believe her boots would hinder her. She was seeded below Atticus for this exact reason. but she's taken down a galactic commander (rip saturn you tried) and her ninja-themed bestie, and i'm very curious to see how she'll do against her next opponent. will the angry bebooted teenager make it through the quarterfinals or will her reign end here? who know! not me!

other things of note: jupiter made it through round two, but with significantly less of a winning margin at 56/44% at time of writing (which is also our closest match), with a reverse sweep, since Oleana had an initial lead. i'd chalk this up to her opponent - while i haven't played swsh, i have heard a few things about oleana, and she does seem like the kind of person to fight dirty. unfortunately for her the tumblr consensus seems to be that jupiter would fight dirtier. the #jupitersweep dream lives on For Now.

a fight i wasn't expecting to be as close as it was is (one of) the shadow triad vs rocket executive archer. i don't know if archer has secret combat tricks i don't know about and that's why he got 34% of votes but that was genuinely a surprise to me considering he was up against an actual ninja who can appear out of thin air and stuff. pretty impressive on his part honestly.

finally, and related to my last point, we've lost two more villainous teams this round. team rocket has lost all four of its representatives in one round and is now entirely out of the running. we also lost macro cosmos's only representative, oleana, who did her best and i'm very proud of her.

the teams left in the running are teams aqua, magma, galactic, plasma, skull and star. most of those only have one representative left but galactic and star have two. i don't have too much to say about this, but i do think it's interesting and worth noting.

and now, funny tags time!

(courtesy of @/edgeanescence on the matt vs ariana poll)

(courtesy of @/spaghettiwolf on plumeria vs proton)

(courtesy of @/pixelchaos00, also on plumeria vs proton)

(mars vs petrel compilation, courtesy of @/clefaiiiry, @/salon-maiden-anabel and @/quarterdollar)

#here's to a fun quarterfinals! #very excited to see how it goes #this post brought to you mostly by giratina-plushie with some insights by catboy-cyrus and you can tell where those insights are #because he uses capitals normally and i do not

[toastvogel]

Three Facts Tag

Thank you to the sweet @mysdrym for tagging me!

Rules:  post 3 random facts about yourself (or your book/OCs) & tag the last 7 blogs in your notifications.

I'll take Arikos and Vazruun.

Arikos:

He HATES pants/underwear. They make him feel confined and itchy and hinder his movement and he gets rather belligerent when forced to wear them. That caused a lot of issues since he also refused to wear anything in public. He has become SIGNIFICANTLY calmer after dwarf told him about kilts.

He his very good with equidae of all kinds. Arikos seems to have a hand for them and has shown to be very competent in communicating, training and raising them.

He was "beaten up" by one of Telanes roosters once. He still has a scar from that on his left wing.

Vazruun:

Vazruun was thought to fly by Arikos hence why his flight pattern looks different than other dragons.

Until now, he hasn't shown any signs of excessive energy hunger, that is usually typical for twilight dragons. He does show an interest in anima however.

He has absolutely no sense of personal space. If he wants to be close to someone he WILL be close to someone, even if it means being on top of the person.

Tag is open so go nuts.

#tag game #my characters #arikos #vazruun #will be crossposted on beastsofbastion

[greaterstolenlandspolycule]

Wardrobe, glance and motion for Liesel

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

Funnily enough, a lot of Liesel’s design is centered around the fact that (at least as of the beginning of Act 2–their presentation is going to significantly change over the course of Kingmaker) they don’t stand out! This is very deliberately cultivated; they really don’t want to look eye-catching or out of place in any way. Due to fey magic bullshit, though, they do have a  slight supernatural charisma that draws attention to them regardless. 

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Liesel is exceptionally light on their feet, and has a very good sense of balance (in game terms, they are immune to difficult terrain due to the Woodland Stride fey bloodline feature, and they have proficiency in mobility). I imagine their flexibility is pretty average, though; they’ve not really put any time or work into it. They are (unlike me!) quite coordinated. 

While as of the beginning of Act 2 they mostly wear typical “feminine” clothing, they specifically cut slits into the front of the skirts of their dresses to allow for a wider range of movement (they wear a pants layer underneath, which I imagine all dress-wearers in the River Kingdoms do because it can get COLD there and skirts allow for an awful lot of exchange of heat with the environment).

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Liesel has an extremely limited wardrobe, as they grew up in a not-poor-but-certainly-not-close-to-wealthy farming village, and spent the years after they left home as a traveling mercenary who didn’t own anything they couldn’t carry. While they are a baron now, they’ve not settled in to having a stable home base in Tuskdale, and also are juggling learning how to govern and do politics with an extremely informal education, so they still don’t have many outfits. I would imagine all their outfits are quite similar, except for some fancy dress they got for the banquet at the end of Act 1. 

Liesel is quite skilled at fixing their own clothes, which is especially important for them because they are very particular about texture—it’s one of the main things they are very sensitive about, sensory-wise—and a messily stitched hole would be intolerably itchy for them! Part of the reason they spent so much effort on making fabric and such in their home village was to ensure they had clothes made out of fabric they could actually tolerate. They also just have a lot of difficulty asking for help from others, so it would have been a necessity anyway, especially during their years on the road.

#thanks for asking! #ask game #oc. liesel #liesel

[rotatingdynamite]

I will not be available for the next 21 days

This notice does not apply to anyone from my university. I know some of you have looked at my website.

Greetings everyone. I got crushed by the high workload.

Due to the significantly heightened risk of me failing a university course, I have chosen to amend the notice I gave on the 07/02/2024.

From this point until the end of this 21 day period, I will now be:

- never, or rarely ever, present in voice chats;

- less able to participate in group chats;

- never, or rarely ever, able to participate in group events online;

- maintaining punctuality in replying to notifications;

- maintaining the molasses slow progress on my non-university projects; &

- still able to complete voice acting requests.

The strategies that I implemented on 07/02/2024 would have worked if I adhered to them, but I did not. So, I have become more strict on activities that hinder my productivity and make me lose track of time (to be clear, that’s because they’re very fun).

I will still not be predictably available as I may engage in different forms of entertainment during breaks in my work schedule. Hopefully, this will help prevent me from getting crushed again.

Question below the cut.

Question

Is anyone aside from rotatingdynamite at fault?

NO.

It is the fault of myself alone and I have to correct for this failure. No one else is to be blamed.

[biiedwin8]

Maladaptive Daydreaming: Does Excessive Daydreaming Affect Your Focus?

Today, I'll be answering the question of whether daydreaming affects your focus. Yes, it may seem like daydreaming affects your focus, but in reality, what hinders your focus is not the act of daydreaming itself; rather, it's the inability to manage your daydreaming. This is because every time you attempt to focus on a task, your studies, work, or even self-care, underlying issues are triggered. If these issues are not processed, they seek a coping mechanism or a way to find temporary relief from these emotions, and daydreaming becomes a refuge.

When you try to concentrate, these underlying issues surface, and because you cannot effectively manage anxiety, stress, or negative emotions, your chosen coping mechanism, daydreaming, interferes with your focus. Daydreaming, per se, does not impact your focus; it's the unaddressed issues that lead to maladaptive daydreaming or uncontrollable daydreaming.

You may attempt to manage daydreaming by seeking a replacement, as some suggest, but you might still find it challenging to focus because the daydreaming may be replaced by something like overthinking, where your mind is scattered when you attempt to concentrate. To truly achieve a state of full focus, you must work on processing those negative emotions.

Without addressing these emotions, you won't reach a point where you are fully present, and the past won't significantly impact your current moment. It's crucial to work on these underlying issues rather than merely trying to stop daydreaming or substituting it with something else.

Note from the Author

If you’re ready and you’d like my help with overcoming and managing maladaptive daydreaming without spending years in therapy, then you can book a FREE BREAKTHROUGH CALL with me HERE. Happy healing 💙💙. Feel free to share and comment! Use this information with caution, it comes from my own thoughts & bias, experiences and research😊.

#obsessive daydreaming #actually madd #daydreaming #maladaptive daydreaming #actually maladaptive #imaginary friend #madd #maladapting daydreaming disorder #intrusive daydreaming #immersive daydreaming

[foxfootyinternship]

Reflection on your supervisor evaluations and how these align with your future career professional development requirements

I was incredibly humbled by the final evaluation. The feedback clearly showed that I made the most out of my time at Fox Footy and ensured that I brought an attitude to learn and grow.

Lynne’s feedback regarding working long hours and taking on guidance was something that I strengthened significantly during the internship and will certainly be something that I will take to any organisation in the industry. Sports media in particular demand long days and odd hours, and I am now more prepared to undertake this.

Working on my own became a strength during my time at Fox, and I found that over time I was able to go and complete briefs/tasks with little assistance.

My ability to work under pressure, especially in the pressure cooker environment of sports broadcasting is still something that can be worked on and over time.

Lynne’s feedback regarding jumping the gun with questions and preempting events  is something that I will use going forward. It is important to find a balance between asking questions and waiting for something to evolve in front of you. I do find that I can have a tendency to be overwhelmed and want to know everything quickly rather than taking the time to learn and let the process unfold. This was particually evident when working in the control room with the directors, producers and EVS operators. Going into the industry, I need to learn to grow more patient and measured.

The technical skills and abilities that I had going into the internship I thought was one of my weakest areas. To walk away with a comprehensive understanding of industry standard vision sourcing programs will be a major asset to an organisation and something that I will showcase on my resume.

Passion, although not a skill necessarily- is something that I pride myself on and I see as a big driver in being successful long term as a sports media professional. If you bring a passion for the game and the work involved it motivates you to become the best person that you can. According to Jung (2022), passion leads to more job satisfaction overall and more retention within a workplace.

My analytical skills are transferable to different sports and environments, but they seem to have sharpened over the course of the internship as well as my problem solving skills. Over the course of my time at Fox Footy, not everything was smooth sailing and I learnt from others how to stay calm in a crisis- especially during live TV. This rubbed off on me and I noticed that I remained a lot more calm when tasked with something that may not have gone to plan initially. This will be important moving into industry.

Many of the skills that I brought to the internship were sharpened and built upon, and I gained along the way a whole new set and discovered things about myself in an environment that was initially so foreign that I gained a confidence in. I never saw some of the skills such as resourcefulness as being a quality of mine until experiences and tasks at Fox Footy brought these out in me. 

Jung, Yeseul, 2022, Does work passion benefit or hinder employee’s career commitment? The mediating role of work–family interface and the moderating role of autonomy support, PLOS One, vol.17, no.6, p.p 14-26, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9165830/

Above: The Control Room- which once was my enemy and now my friend.