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prosciuttulipa · 2 months

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Period Pain, Go Away

how the JJK men help you through your period

content: afab reader x jjk men, just fluff this time! brief dirty joke in Toji's one (because he's Toji), but every one of them is a good boi in their own way <33

a/n: on my period and am in much pain v_v i can't decide who i want to comfort me, so i'm writing for all of the men i want

Gojo Satoru who isn't just your boyfriend during your period, but a "girl's girl". He wants to spoil you with desserts and eat the leftovers that you can't finish, do face masks with those cute cucumber slices over the eyes. You want a bath? He's already drawing one, dunking in bath bombs till the water looks like a small galaxy, putting on your comfort show so you can watch it while you soak.

Dealing with pain through fun and smiles has always been his way of coping. So, yes—maybe he does look a bit silly, gossiping with you while you paint sparkles onto his nails, his hair tied up with a pink scrunchie. But what's a boyfriend for, if not to be your Ken doll during your time of need?

It hurts him more than he likes to admit, to see you wince at a bad cramp, or come out of the bathroom with the colour drained from your cheeks. When you can't manage anything more than lying in your bed, he'll rest his head against your stomach, peppering kisses wherever it hurts. "Be good to my girl," he'll jokingly threaten your uterus, poking your tummy gently, "she deserves the world."

Geto Suguru who knows your period is coming before you do. Your irritable mood and food cravings clue him in, and he takes action without saying a single word.

The day your period starts, you realise that the feminine products you usually use have been fully restocked without your notice. The fridge is filled with your period cravings, enough to last a week. Before you can even say anything, a large hand wraps around your waist and presses a hot water bottle against your abdomen. "Good morning, princess," he greets you like he hasn't just pulled off what can only be described as a small miracle, "is everything to your liking?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry at how perfectly he's predicted you. He's a step ahead of you throughout your entire period, knowing which snack or act of affection you want just by your expression. Some might call his behaviour unreasonable; frankly, he thinks it's bullshit. "Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer," is what he quotes, when you ask him why he's so observant. "What makes you think I do not absolutely and utterly worship you?"

Nanami Kento who is obviously written by a woman, and so does not flinch when he sees the blood on the bedsheets when he wakes up earlier than you. Instead, he kisses you good morning till you're giggling, distracting you so you don't get a chance to see the stains. He changes the sheets while you're in the bathroom, throwing them in with the rest of the laundry. When you come back out, worrying you dirtied the bed, he merely shrugs. "I didn't see anything, darling."

He treats you like a queen on the daily, but during your period, you're his empress. Each word is law, each action his cue to immediately come to your aid. He'll cook every meal, and won't let you hold the spoon to feed yourself if he can help it. As far as he can see, your only responsibility this week is to lounge around, and let him spoil you rotten.

He thinks it's a crime that you still have to go to work, when you have to pop painkillers with your breakfast just to make it through the day. "I can take care of you, you know," he'll inevitably murmur, kissing the shell of your ear, "I make enough money to support us both. Take the day off, dearest. They don't need you more than I do."

Toji Fushiguro who manages to piss you off on the first day of your period. "What size pussy you wear?" he calls to ask, when he's picking up your feminine products at the corner store, "gotta make sure I take care of that kitty for all the squeezin' she does on me."

When he gets back home and finishes getting an earful on how you're more than just his pocket pussy, he apologises by scooping you up in his arms. "You know you're more than just a good fuck, doll," his words carry a rare sort of honesty, coming from him. "You're a good woman. My woman. Gun's in the second drawer, sweetheart—shoot me if I ever do wrong by you."

His touches turn softer, the smack to your ass replaced with a squeeze on the hip, kisses on your shoulders. He's got a hand on you at all times, just rubbing idle circles against your stomach or lower back to soothe your cramps. When bedtime comes, he makes you lay on your tummy, massaging away the tension in your muscles until you're all nice and pliant. He may not always know what to say, but he'll be damned if his actions make you feel like he doesn't love you.

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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Before I. forget can I request a Ninjago headcanon of reader swearing (no actual swears needed) and the others reacting? Or reader getting mad and needing to be comforted.

Love You!! (platonically) Bye!!!!

Right back at you (platonically)! <33

Ninjago - Ninjas When You Get Mad

Kai

He gets it

When you snap, shouting in a sudden outburst of anger, he hardly flinches

He's got a lot of experience with being angry, but he's also developed good coping skills because of this

He'll try to get you to use one of these skills

He knows it's not fun being mad, and that it can destroy you from the inside

He doesn't want that to happen to you

So, he'll approach you casually, not telling you to calm down or anything, instead just suggesting a way to channel your anger

"Hey, wanna come down to the dojo? There's a training dummy that really wants to get acquainted with your fist."

If you want to spar, he's down for that too

Anything you think will help cool you down

Though he'll be a little confused if you want to do something like draw or watch a movie

For him, it's the higher-energy activities that help

But, ultimately, whatever you need is fine with him

He'll wait until your anger's all burned up to ask what's wrong

From there he'll help you plot revenge

Lloyd

He's another one with empathy for what you're going through

He'll be a little surprised at your outburst, but he's quick to respond

Finding a way to control your anger would be his primary focus

He suggests activities he knows you like

“Do you want to ___? It will probably help.”

While you let the anger pour out, he'll encourage you to vent to him

If you don't want to, he understands, but he does want to know what made you so angry in the first place

He wants you to make peace with who/whatever made you angry

He'll act as a mediator if it's a person you're mad at

He doesn't want you making enemies, plus he's a strong advocate for peace

Won't condone revenge, but he might pull a little prank if you ask nice enough

Or if he thinks it's warranted

Will make you own up to it if you're caught though

Jay

His soul jumps from his body when you snap

Just stares at you with wide eyes, not even moving

He’ll watch you rampage for a second before trying to do anything

He talks in a quiet, meek voice

“Y/n? Uh, Y/n? Maybe… uh… you wanna try to cool down? …maybe?”

Realizing that you’re scaring him is what really makes your anger subside

He asks what made you so angry

Makes a mental note to keep you out of such a situation in the future

Or at least not to be around you when it arises again

When you’re calm enough that he knows you won’t snap again, he’ll request cuddles

He was scared, you were mad, you could both use some affection to heal

Zane

Barely reacts to your outburst

Focuses instead on calming you down

If he needs to remove someone/something from your presence, he does it without hesitation

You won’t even need to ask; he’ll be able to see it

He’ll try to take your hand, making you focus on him and not your anger

If that doesn’t work, he just backs away and lets you fume for a minute

When you’re starting to calm down, he’ll check on you

He probably already knows what made you mad, so he’ll just be seeing how much of the anger remains

“It’s been half an hour since your outburst. Are you much calmer now?”

If you need something to do to distract yourself, he’ll bring you whatever you ask for

He’ll just watch you with careful eyes, monitoring for signs that you’re calming down

Once you’re 100% cooled off, he tries to get you back on task

If there is no task, he joins you in whatever you’re doing

Won’t ask you to talk about it (again, he already knows why you were mad), but will listen if you do talk

Cole

Not surprised, just shocked

He looks at you with raised eyebrows and a gaping jaw

He starts to try and help right away

“Do you need to punch something? Draw, maybe? Run?”

Vent art is his jam though, so if you pick something artistic he’ll be thrilled

Don’t get me wrong, he likes a good workout to release energy, but not when he’s mad

He’ll sit with you while you draw or paint or play an instrument

He encourages you to try different mediums; you never know which might be useful

When you’re done, he asks you to tell him about it

You don’t have to share your art, but it might help illustrate your feelings while you talk

He’d also be satisfied just seeing/hearing whatever you made, no explanation necessary

To him it’s more important that you’re calm now

Nya

Will rage with you

Not in a competitive way, more in an instigating way

“Yeah!! Let’s go punch something!”

Though this is honestly just her knee-jerk reaction to anger, she’s also aware that it gives her the power to direct the situation

So she’ll take you to the dojo, where you’ll both beat the ever-loving jimmies out of every punching bag and dummy

When you’ve both tired yourselves out, she’ll get you to talk about it

She’ll probably already know why you were angry because she joined you when you first snapped

But she wants to talk it out still

Unlike Lloyd, she is not a peacemaker

Will complain and plot revenge with you

Very, very detailed revenge

Up to you whether you actually go through with it though; she’s down, but also accepts it if you’d rather just forget the whole thing

Thanks for reading! And thank you for the request! Take care guys <33

(divider by saradika)

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sadclowncentral · 2 months

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Sorry if this is a weird question, and if that's the case you can absolutely not answer, but how do you cope with having multiple full-time jobs and still having energy outside of work? Feels a bit like I'm dying of exhaustion every day over here lol

I've been ruminating for a few days on this ask because truly I struggle with this more than I want to admit. My jobs rarely leave me with energy outside of work, and I have gone through times in the last two years where working and sleeping were the only possibilities, and it sucks, and it is kind of embarrassing, but I have also found some ways to mitigate it even slightly which I am more than happy to share:

1. Schedule fun times (yikes)

It was a harrowing realization that I need to schedule hang outs and self care just like every meeting - weeks in advance, colour coded in both the calendar and the to do list - but since I started doing it, my success rate has skyrocketed. You either die a type b or live long enough to become a type a i guess

2. Bring your fun to work day

I will suggest anything that's fun to me as a work activity. I like drawing so you KNOW the ministry is littered with illustrations. My PowerPoints create envy across departments. I scout the world of my office for ways to have fun and I am not embarrassed to say so. I'm funmaxxing the grind. So what

3. Everyone is depressed bitch

Acknowledge that everyone your age is looking at their fifty-year olds in their work life with white-hot envy (WHEN THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TIME TO GARDEN) and that the loss of agency that comes with starting your career is normal and sad, but also means that...

4. Let's get some fruit

...you gotta stop thinking in old time frames of friendship expectations. people you haven't talked to for eight months will not be mad about your absence as they are stressed and hobbyless as well and will instead REJOICE at a scheduled hangout. I have friends I see once a year we love each other. no one is mad and everyone is stressed tf out LET'S HANG

5. Win the war not the fight

hey. listen to me. this isn't easy. it sucks coming home and feeling like having no agency left. and it's hard to break that cycle of exhaustion, and I fail all the time, when is the last time i saw the sun, oh god oh no my twenties. and if you feel like that is necessary in the time you are in, that is respectable. don't be mean to yourself for being stuck in a system that tries to squeeze all the energy out of you like a grape of some sort. you just gotta make sure you don't FORGET that you are a fully formed person with hobbies in another life. buy that plane model kit. bookmark that recipe. join that knitting group. i know you dont have time and energy. but your future self will thank you for paving the way.

I hope these are helpful. don't forget to have fun and be yourself. godspeed

#sent to you while building my beautiful model plane my friend bought for me because i couldnt find the energy to #this is a GROUP EFFORT

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thelunarsystemwrites · 2 months

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Age regression, a useful coping mechanism.

Long post about agere!

So, it's possible you've seen these things on my blog:

Agere. Petre. Agedre. Petdre. Age regression. Regressor. SFW. All that stuff, but, what does it mean? Well, I'm here to tell you!

So firstly, questions are ALWAYS welcome! Rather in reblogs, comments, or in my ask box, I'm always willing to answer questions about age regression!

Second, if you want JUST the terminology explained, you can find it here!

With that out the way: Age Regression. It's basically mentally reverting back to an eariler age! It's a completely SFW (Safe for work) coping mechanism! Though not all regressors use it as a coping mechanism, some just do it for fun! (Also it's technically a form of dissociation!

Same idea with pet regression, but it's reverting to the mindset of an animal! Kinda like shifts for a therian! (Coming from a therian!)

It's a wonderful thing, though it may not always feel like it. Just like how toddlers for example, might have tantrums, not know how to comprehend big emotions, or feel confused. That can happen in regression too! It can be voluntary or Involuntary. But there's ways to manage that!

Oh, and regression is for EVERYONE! (Any ethnic group, any gender, any identity, nobody is allowed to gatekeep it!)

When you're regressed, it really does feel like you're younger, like things are simple, and such. The levels of how extreme it feels varies from person to person!

But yeah, you mentally become a younger age, can be anything from a baby to a teen!

I do HIGHLY recommend doing it! I highly recommend watching shows you loved as a kid, or kids shows you think you'd enjoy now. I recommend getting in cozy clothes, maybe drinking from a sippy cup/water bottle to feel younger? Colouring, playing games (like minecraft!) Listening to soft music, these things really help me!

I'll admit, it can be scary the first time. But you have to trust your mind, trust that youll be able to become big again (your current mental age) when you need to.

Agere (short for age regression) and petre (short for pet regression) can help you have a childhood you never had, help you process difficult emotions, help heal your inner self and inner child, destress, and lots of other benefits!

And hey, some regressors PREFER to watch shows like Hazbin hotel, like playing games like call of duty, like drawing detailed artwork, like swearing. That's all okay too! You don't even have to use baby/kid stuff or talk/act like a baby/kid to regress! But, I do recommend starting off with that first, as it can help you know what regression feels like! ^^

Another thing, you might be a regressor without even knowing it! Like, have you ever laid in bed, grasping to cuddle anything soft near you—Just wishing you were a kid again, that someone would care for you? Maybe you felt like you were having unreasonable fears, like afraid of growing up, or afraid of the dark. Did the world feel bigger, did you maybe want to have a pacifier, or a stuffy?

That could be Involuntary regression! It's a defense mechanism of the brain, basically trying to process the world by becoming mentally younger to help.

You can learn to help control this, not always, but there's ways to help! Pushing away your regression isn't always a good thing, as often, it comes back stronger.

Instead, I recommend trying to find what makes you feel good or safe while regressed, and finding time to do it once or twice a week! (As long as regression isn't taking over your life/interfering with you as a teen/adult, you can do it a lot more than that! Every day if you want!)

You can watch videos online on how to regress, how to do it in secret if you're not ready/don't want to tell others! (I recommend looking up "Agere" or "How to age regress" or "What's agere?")

Same for pet regression! And another thing, there's something called Agedre (Age dreaming) and Petdre (Pet dreaming)

Again, it's always safe for work! It's basically acting, and wanting to be treated as a certain age/animal. It can help to have someone coddle you, and treat yourself younger, even if you'd rather not regress/can't! It's just as valid as Agere/Petre!

And, the community is huge! Slowly, we're working to normalize this, help spread awareness about mental health, and that regression ISN'T a disorder, it doesn't need to be cured! It's a tool that even some therapist recommended!

And hey, even if it's not for you—Please, don't hurt us who rely on it, or use it for fun. If it makes you uncomfortable? That's fine, even if it's 200% SFW, you're allowed your own safe space and boundaries. But try to understand that, we're not hurting anyone, and we can respect each other without taking away each other's safe spaces.

Thank you for listening, questions are always welcome and encouraged! And I hope this helped! (If you have a question you're afraid to ask, you can ask in my ask box with anon! This is a judgement free space!)

The end! ^^

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come-see-our-show · 1 year

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Now that it’s been a week since I've watched Roald Dahl's Matilda: The Musical, here are all my thoughts (as someone who loves the musical and played Bruce once):

THE BABIES SINGING IN THE OPENING NUMBER WAS THE CUTEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN

The cast was INCREDIBLE!! Emma Thompson was terrifying! Stephen Graham and Andrea Riseborough were hilarious! Lashana Lynch was so endearing! AND I WANNA SEE ALISHA WEIR IN MORE STUFF BECAUSE SHE ATE IT UP

I want to give credit to the makeup team for Trunchbull's makeup because even though I knew it was Emma Thompson, they did such a good job of realistically transforming her into someone else. Her appearance wasn't a joke in the same way that it is in the musical. Her character in the stage version is definitely pretty misogynistic and transphobic because they play into her masculinity by having a man play her. Here, it's just a way of adding to her character, but it isn't what makes her scary.

All of the changes worked so well in adapting it for the screen. It wasn't just a copy-paste (couch cough everybody's talking about jamie) Examples of the changes that really worked:

Getting rid of Michael Wormwood. It makes sense since the Wormwoods clearly hate kids.

Giving Lavender a pet newt (very Chekhov's Guncore)

Including telekinesis throughout the whole story instead of just showing it a few times in the 3rd act. This includes Nigel asking Matilda if she has TK, Matilda messing with the doors in the cake scene, exploding the chokey, THE FUCKING CHAINS

Having the Spain news earlier in the story, causing a catalyst of events. Matilda is enraged, she sings I'm Here, she explodes the chokey (which was BONE-CHILLING), it gives Trunchbull a reason to make more chokies, and now Matilda is so emotional that she can take her powers to the extreme with the chalkboard and the chains and throwing Trunchbull out the window. All of this gave much better pacing in the story and made it all connected.

Having more scenes outside of the classroom (the cake scene and The Smell of Rebellion) and putting Ms. Phelps' library in her car. It's quirky and also gives them an excuse to put the storytelling scenes in pretty locations.

Giving Ms Honey a bike while her co-worker had a car, foreshadowing her being poor.

Putting Matilda's bedroom in the attic made so much sense because the Wormwoods obviously did the bare minimum for their child.

The students' drawings in Ms Honey's cottage

SO MANY FANTASY SEQUENCES! BRUCE!! WHEN I GROW UP!!! QUIET!!!!

All of the kids were so adorable (and ridiculously talented!)

The storytelling sequences!!! Interweaving it with the real world worked so well, like Matilda making it a real story for school but also clearly using it to cope. And putting them in a real circus made me more empathy for the Honeys, which lacked in the stage version because it always felt very thrown-in to me. Like, I genuinely got nervous during the stunt with the dynamite. It also made "I'm Here" even more emotional. Carl Spencer was amazing as Magnus and I teared up a bit. Also the parallels of I'm Here vs My House, helping Matilda put the pieces together.

The new song wasn't my favorite but it was a really nice finishing touch. Even though the circus at the school didn't logically make sense it was so fun

The only things I disliked: I wanted more of the already incredible stuff. More of the Wormwoods, who were absolutely hilarious, especially Mrs Wormwood. I really missed "Loud" (though removing it helped with the pacing). I wanted a bit more of Bruce (they didn’t give him the high note in Revolting Children 😭), and I would've liked Ms Honey to be a bit more affectionate with Matilda.

Anywho I want snort this movie like cocaine

#summer says stuff #matilda the musical #matilda 2022 #matilda musical #roald dahl's matilda the musical

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faerunsbest · 28 days

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Lost and found

An unexpected argument leads Cal and Rolan to exactly where they need to be when an atrocious crime takes place

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Lost and found

It had happened again and it was the final straw. That blasted woman had attempted to break into the tower again and this time she had met the blunt end of the tower’s ready defenses. She’d wound up forcibly ejected, landing with a broken arm and sobbing that Rolan hated her- which he did. Cal however read it wrong, in his mind Rolan wasn’t able to cope with someone breaking up their family. He just wanted his girlfriend to be welcome in their home, instead Rolan took one look at her, eyes narrowed and demanded she leave. She hadn’t even a moment to be introduced as Cal’s partner.

As time went on Lia met her and had a habit of standing in the way of her going any further into the tower. Cal tried hard to follow along but she wasn’t even permitted deep enough to get to his bedroom, day after day it went on and eventually Cal burst. He couldn't take it from both of them, it was damn near midnight when they ran into each other in the common space between their rooms. He spotted Lias door open, empty and asked.

“Where’s Lia?”

“She went out for the evening, she said she would be out late.”

Cal tightened his jaw as he thought, took a step towards his room before glaring at his brother. His brother who was currently picking up small toys and putting them into a chest with his son’s name on it.

“She’s on a date?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask.”

Rolan began wiping his hands over a small table, pulling a set of cards together. Each one with a drawing and word, he got them together and tapped them into a neat pile before setting them in the center of the table.

“So you’re fine if she goes out all night to be with who the hell she wants and it’s no big deal?”

Cal glared feeling the anger bubble and boil in his chest, Rolan slowed then paused, ear twitching. After a moment of silence he went back to cleaning up the mess his young son had made before falling asleep.

“...Cal -”

Rolan sighed heavily before turning to look at his brother who stood with a heavy leer aimed at him. It was new, he wasn’t used to Cal acting in such a way, it was unlike it him and left Rolan deeply suspicious.

“No god dammit- what the hell is it!? Why can’t she come in here and Lia can just go running around with whoever she wants!? ARE YOU JUST PROTECTING THE DAMN TOWER!?”

Rolan glanced at his bedroom door when Cal had raised his voice before raising his hands to motion for Cal to quiet down. Cal wasn’t having it, the motion left him angrier than before.

“OR DO YOU JUST NOT TRUST ME!? BUT YOU TRUST LIA!? WHAT THE HELL ROLAN!”

Immediately Rolan moved to herd Cal out of the common room when he heard blankets rustling from behind his door. This time Cal followed along, letting himself be pushed out towards the hall.

“That’s not what’s happening at all and you know it!”

Cal threw his hands up before marching down the hall and up the stairs, he needed a walk. Rolan walked along beside him, growing impatient with this whole situation.

“It feels like i cant even be here any more! You guys both do this- you treat me like a damn kid!”

“Cal we’re trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need to be protected!”

The pair came down to the bottom floor of the tower, Rolan glancing back and forth between Cal and the front door. Just as he realized Cal wanted to leave in this state the door swung open and Lia ran in slamming it behind her, something bundled under her arm. She raised the bundle of papers about to speak before Cal shouted at her too.

“GLAD YOU HAD FUN OUT ALL DAMN NIGHT!”

He grabbed the door and whipped it back open, marching out into whipping winds. Rolan looked to Lia with rising panic.

“Stay with with roly, I can’t-”

“Yea- hurry back.”

She set the papers back under her arm and pushed the door shut while Rolan chased Cal out into a rising storm.

“CAL WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?”

He just glared over his shoulder before walking out wherever his legs took him. Rolan looked up and around the city, grimacing at the heavy clouds looming low overhead. His ears ringing with the wind whipping past him, now bringing knife sharp raindrops tangled up in them.Cal was shouting something and he couldn’t hear it, Rolan raised his hands to guard his face from the piercing shrieking winds as he leaned forward pushing against it.

It he was right they were heading towards the damn docks, he wasn’t sure Cal was paying attention to his path as he trudged forward. Panic was flooding Rolans chest as he did his bet to run in such unrelenting nonsense, it was a good while before he could reach out and grab Cals shoulder.

“CAL COME BACK- COME HOME!”

“NO!”

Rolan felt himself freeze at the emotional rage that was Cal in that moment.

“I WONT GO BACK! I'M NOT GOING WHERE I’M NOT TRUSTED!”

He held firm to his brother's bicep, afraid to lose track of him in this torrent.

“CAL, I DO TRUST YOU- IT’S HER I DON’T TRUST!”

“WHY !? WHY DON'T YOU TRUST HER!? I DO! CAN’T YOU TRUST ME FOR ONCE PLEASE!!!”

Rolan grimaced at him, he tightened his grip on Cal knowing this was the last straw.

“SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM!”

“WHO!?”

“LARROAKKAN!”

Cal tried to slap his arm away, Rolan held tight. The cold beginning to numb his fingers as he held on.

“THAT’S WHAT THIS IS!? IT’S ABOUT YOU BEING SCARED!? I HAVE TO BE LONELY AND MISERABLE BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED!?”

Cal huffed and puffed looking at Rolan’s own miserable desperation, his face contorted in panic. This time he was too angry for it to matter for it to hurt.

“YOU SELFISH BASTARD!”

As he said it Cal shoved his hands forward, slamming his palms against Rolans chest, honestly surprised when he was thrown back, hand finally snapped off the cold wet of his vest. He wanted to not feel the immediate pang of guilt when Rolan slipped and landed on the ground. A wet miserable whelp in the rain, he looked up while Cal kept screaming, all his outrage carried away in the violent air. He didn't see when Rolan looked past him, to the building up highover the dock.

Cal about yelped when Rolan was up, shoved him out of the way and ran, sprinting and shrieking

“NOOOOO!!!!!”

When finally Cal looked to see what Rolan saw, it was too late, a woman shrieked as some shadowy man ripped a bundled sack from her arms. Their argument whisked away before the man reached back as far as he could and flung it out in a high arc toward the water.

Rolan rushed out arms up his desperate unknown as he bellowed against the howling storm, still running. Part of the river froze as Rolan set foot on it before leaping to catch the bundle. Cal bolted as fast as he could when the quick formed ice shattered on his landing. One leg immediately sank, one hand holding the sack as high as he could away from the water as he slipped down, the other hand too frozen to get a good hold. He felt the crumble beneath him, before he could get a single spell out his face plunged beneath the surface as the weight of his robes pulled him down.

Rolan felt a tight grip on his forearm yank him back up before the sack filled with tiny desperate shrieks could sink under the surface. Cals free arm clung to the edge of the dock, he grunted as he pulled Rolan up to grab hold of the 1st plank. He hurried to push himself up out of the water and grab Rolan up to pull out. As soon as both arms were free Rolan opened the back to find little blue babies, tieflings shrieking at the top of their bitty little lungs all smashed together at the bottom of the sack. He righted their position before pressing them against his chest, muttering spell after spell to warm them, he let Cal grip him under his arm and pull him to his feet. For a moment they both paused to look at the pair in the balcony, they stared back.

Cal squinted through the dark of the storm to look as close as he could, the woman was exhausted, beaten bloody, sobbing as the man who held her glared down. He pointed at them and bellowed loud enough to hear over the storm.

“YOU KEEP THOSE LITTLE MONSTERS! OR THEY’RE DEAD!”

Rolan yelled before Cal could react.

“LEAVE THEM! WE HAVE TO GET BACK NOW!”

With a huff Cal turned away from them, he stood in front of Rolan like a shield against the storm pushing through to get back home. They didnt know how long it took, but it felt like a small eternity with those tiny screams beginning to grow weak.

Finally they made it back into the tower Lia pacing the landing of the stairs when she saw them come rushing up sopping wet. She froze at the sound of tired little screams, she leaned back out of the way when Rolan ran past her and up the stairs.

“We need to warm them up- they need healing badly!”

Cal felt himself be pushed to the side, Lia didn’t question it she ripped open a linen closet grabbing a thick blanket and towels. Unsure what to do, Cal ran off to grab firewood for the common room's small fireplace. When he finally made it down to the kitchens where they kept the extra- he felt guilt bubble up and suddenly he pressed himself against the stone walls with his hands over his face. He suddenly couldn’t stop it, tears bubbled up and over.

SELFISH

He’d screamed it. He screamed it at the same brother who taught him how to brush his hair, held his hand when he was scared and read him stories when he couldn’t sleep. He slumped down to his knees and realized that same brother had chased him out in that damn storm… knowing damn well Rolan couldn’t handle the cold at all.

Cal wiped his face knowing now wasn’t the time.. With a thought he paused to realize for Rolan it was never the time.

When their mother died, he had to step in and take care of them. He never got to cry about her.

His master was a liar and sham who beat him bloody and he didn't have time to be angry, work needed to be done.

His wife died giving birth and he didn't get to mourn her, he was busy taking care of their son.

For a moment Cal sat on his knees, he took a deep breath, wiped his face and stood up. He could push it back for a moment, he could cry about it later. For now those babies needed to be warmed and they were probably hungry.

A few minutes later he came hurrying back up with a cord of wood under one arm and a bottle of milk in the other hand. The babies were suddenly very loud, Lia having brought down as many healing potions as she could muster. She sat nearby grimacing as Rolan passed his glowing hands over tiny little limbs, small crunches could be heard and Cal stopped when heard it.

Rolan was fixing tiny broken bones, tears spilled freely down his otherwise stony stoic face. A door creaked behind them and Roly, peeked out with bleary eyes. Trying to see what the fuss was, no one stopped him when he stepped out and saw it all. He looked around the room, spotting the milk and made a face before going back to Rolans room.

Finally it was done and Rolan threw his robes off til he was sitting bare chested near the fireplace that Cal had finally lit. Lia helped him get the wriggling babies up on him and laid a blanket over top.

The door creaked again and Roly came back out holding a bottle that had been tucked away for sentimental value. Rolan smiled at him

“Good job my son, you’re so smart-bring it here.”

He shifted to raise one hand muttering another spell to renew it, good as new. Cal grabbed the bottle and popped its nipple off. Lia poured a few drops of healing potion in before Cal filled it with milk.

“I only have one though.”

Rola said sadly as he took the bottle and walked it over to his dad, he curled up next to him and watched him feed one of the babies. Lia bit her lip as she thought.

“I think I saw an old spare in the pantry.”

She got up and hustled off.

The night went in much the same way until finally Rolan had set up a little nest in the middle of his wide bed with piles of blankets for them to sleep in the middle of. He slept wedged on one side of the bed, Roly went and shared a bed with Lia. Cal found himself unable to sleep as he stared at the pile of papers Lia had left for him.

Birth charts, lineage recordings and family tree’s. This is what had been keeping her out all those nights, not dating. He worked his jaw, a newer guilt settling on his broad shoulders while he looked over everything unsure of what he was looking for.

Until he found it.

His girlfriend's name and an illustrated image of her, slightly younger… a little down and to the left of Larroakan. His niece.

He wanted to scream, they were both right.

The following day, he stepped out, not saying a word. Rolan caught sight of him on his way, he oppressed his mouth into a thin line but bit back whatever it was he was going to say and stepped to the side.

Cal sat at a balcony at the Elf, staring across a small round table at the girl he’d been letting make a fool of him. She prattled on and on about something or another but all he could do was stare at all the things he ignored before. The color of her hair, the pale of her face and the shape of her eyes. The longer he stared the more he thought of Larroakans dead body staring blankly upward, hers seeme dt hold about as much life. He watched her pause her ramble and tilt her head at him.

“Honey what is it?”

His stomach dropped when she said it, his mouth dry as he realized it was always said so flat.

“So you’re Larroakans niece? Why didn’t you say anything?”

The small playful smile immediately fell, she looked away. Her gaze trailed out across the opening market stalls, doors with signs being turned over.

“So, who told you?”

“Lia.”

“Your slutty sister?”

Cal jerked his head back at her, then realized he’s the one who had been assuming she was on dates …and said as much. He clenched his fists under the table.

“Don’t call her that- she wasn’t out dating- she was finding out who you are.”

“Well she had to get that information somehow.”

She punctuated the statement by pressing her tongue to her cheek letting it bulge for a moment, Cal’s brow set in deep frown.

“Is that why you wanted to get in the tower?”

“My tower? Yes- I want to get in MY tower.”

He looked at her sideways, she rolled her eyes at him before flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Larroakan had no kids, I’m the closest relative he has so it's mine I just have to get you little nasties out.”

She waved her hand at him as if shooing a bug away. Cal let out a deep sigh, they had been so right and he was just so desperate and lonely .. which he supposed was fair but he could at least be careful.

“I’m so glad you found this out before we went too far- ugh I don't think i could wash that off.”

“The tower has its own rights and laws- entirely separate from the gate. It knows who is calling themself its master. And it can choose who all its depths open to- which is probably why Larroakan couldn’t get very far in.”

He sighed heavily as he backtracked, putting so many pieces together.

“You can’t have the tower- it doesn’t abide by the law you’re talking about and it has a master. It has a master it accepts- which is why it activated new traps… because its done searching”

By this time Cal wagged a finger at her as he was just thinking out loud, mentally cursing himself. She glowered at him, leaning over the small table.

“The only one who gets what they want is me- I’m gonna get in there and I'm gonna root you pronged rats the fuck out of my house.”

Cal sighed heavily before he just stood up and walked off scratching his head. He stopped at the general store before heading back home, deciding to grab as many baby goods as he could. Though they probably already grabbed everything they needed.

When he walked in he wasn’t surprised to see Lia standing nearby, frown set deep, arms crossed over her chest.

“Okay so i just had to confront her and- yea you guys were right-”

He didn’t get much further before she marched over and planted her fist smack in the middle of his face, he stumbled while she snatched the shopping from him.

“Yea I deserved that.”

“YES YOU FUCKING DO! HOW COULD YOU THINK I WOULD DO THAT?! MUCH LESS GO AROUND TELLING PEOPLE THAT SHIT! YOU BETTER TELL EVERYONE YOU'RE A LYING ASSHOLE!”

She threw a lesser health at him before marching away up the stairs, after downing the small vial he followed along after her. Lia knocked gently before leaning rolan’s door and setting the shopping down. She glared over her shoulder one more time before going to her own room and shutting the door.

Slowly Cal leaned in spotting, Rolan gently rocking an old bassinet of Roly’s. He caught sight of Cal and gave an awkward smile, Cal stepped in quietly. For moment Cal just looked in the bassinet finding the babies sucking their hands while they slept peacefully.

Of course they were, Rolan never seemed to struggle with babies and small children.

“So… what are you gonna name them?”

“Roly wanted to name them.”

Rolan said, pointing over his shoulder with his chin. Roly all stretched out smack in the middle of the giant bed.

“What did he pick?”

“He said that they should have names that all start with ‘r’ so they’ll be ‘like a little team’.”

He chuckled as he said it, before reaching down to brush one’s hair back out of their small round face.

“This one is Roamin, and this one is Ronin.”

Cal grinned and snickered as he looked at them, Rolan shook his head a bit.

“Don’t laugh, they’re good names. He’s very proud of what he picked.”

“Is he now?”

“He said, if they sound enough alike no one will ever think they're different.”

Cal gave a soft smile as he watched ‘Ronin’ wrap his tiny hand around Rolans finger.

“Boys been a brother for less than a day and he's already lookin’ out for ‘em.”

“He’s going to be great.”

“Yea, I mean he learned from the best- right?”

Rolan looked over to Cal, recognizing a roundabout apology and giving a lopsided smile.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #oc #holy rolan empire #found family #bg3 cal #bg3 lia #tiefling #rolanites #rolan nation

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Episode/Fanfic Suggestion Before The Episode 'Dad Beat Dad'

I LOVE the story beats of Hazbin Hotel, the episodes are pretty good but for these recent two, it felt like we could have had one more ep before them in order to make things hit deliciously harder. Here's my pitch for one:

An episode that starts with Charlie and Vaggie finding one of Angel's drug stashes. They tell him he needs to quit to actually start 'reforming'.

Angel makes the point that the drugs have been his coping mechanism for a long time ('Oh no, yeah sure, let me just quit cold turkey and not need them anymore after years of this shit. So easy.')

Alastor walks in, laughing, saying something akin of 'rehabilitation isn't going to happen, he cane as an addict, he's been an addict, he's going to keep doing it'. It gets in Angel's head, visibly upsetting him. Charlie gets mad at Alastor and tells him that they're going to make it happen.

Charlie makes a lesson plan for the next day about trying to look for alternatives to drugs. It's clear that Charlie's suggestions are a little superficial and out of touch (between grandma activities and health guru stuff, it's not actually helpful).

Vaggie sees Angel get frustrated and suggests doing something *he* might like- 'No it can't be sex or violence, Angel.'

Angel gets a song about finding out what else he can do after years of cycling through the usual bad habits, cute stuff about trying different things he thinks are interesting with the others and having fun with it. He settles on an activity for today (idk maybe trying to draw/paint) and is bantering with Husk about his lack of skill, but you know it's friendly and encouraging.

Charlie looks on with pride, Alastor follows behind her and tells her 'You know he hid more stuff in another location'.

She tells him that Angel was right that morning, it'd be bad to quit cold turkey but she's happy she can help him find other outlets so that he can slowly occupy his time doing other things too; that it's important to keep him motivated to want to change. There are no instant solutions. This is a process and she's proud of his growth.

At Alastor scoffing, she breathes and apologizes to him for getting mad earlier today, but clarifies that even if this is just entertainment for him, she still genuinely believes in it, and the proof is right here. With how much better Angel is doing. It's working. So, she will always believe that with enough patience and kindness, anyone can change. And you know, maybe... even Alastor can.

Alastor laughs maniacally like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard, 'HAHAHAHA ME? CHANGE? WHY WOULD I WANT THAT? HAHAHAHA HOW PREPOSTEROUS!!' but as he steps away, he looks at Charlie joining Angel/Husk/Pentious/Nifty doing their thing, talking to them like a proud teacher and about the plan for tomorrow's lessons, and idk.

His grin drops to a closed smile. 'Hm. Well, this was unexpected.'

And he steps back into the shadows.

Imagine Dad Beat Dad and Welcome to Heaven coming after that. Alastor confirming to the audience that Charlie has somewhat won him over and that he likes her like a daughter with more build up. It'd be so extra satisfying that we'd gotten to see firsthand how he's stuck around and actually has started believing in her as opposed to her dad. Plus, it makes Vaggie using 'Angel has less drug hiding spots' sound like an actual win to the audience, and when we see Angel at the club taking care of everyone *chef's kiss* we'd have gotten two Angel development episodes instead of one, seeing him get to that point.

That's it, I'm just throwing this humble proposal to anyone that is like me and wants an idea to better link the last batch of episodes and now. 👍

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hh alastor #hh angel dust #charlie morningstar #alastor #angel dust #hazbin hotel blurb #blurb #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hh charlie #vaggie

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etheriaaly · 2 years

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What About Me? | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

ANGST

Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Avengers x Reader

Reader pronouns: She/her

Summary: After the events of almost destroying the multiverse, [Y/N] was accidentally forgotten by everyone instead of Peter. Watching her teammates and her girlfriend, Wanda, have fun without her breaks her heart.

[F/C] - Favorite color

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴄᴜ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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[Y/N] depressingly glooms inside of her apartment. She hates herself. She hates Mysterio. She hates the multiverse breaking apart. She misses her friends, the Avengers. She misses Wanda, her girlfriend.

Oh, Wanda. [Y/N] missed going to classes with her along with Pietro and Peter. She misses her warm hugs and breathtaking kisses. She misses those red fiery glowing eyes whenever they’re fighting an alien monster or a Hydra agent. She misses her cooking sessions with Wanda, and Vision. She misses how funny it is to look at Vision’s face whenever he’s third wheeling to anyone in the team.

Suddenly, [Y/N] felt hungry. Maybe she has been coped inside her new apartment for hours. Lazy to stand up, she used her powers to open the door of the refrigerator with flick of her wrist, [F/C] mist showing around the handle. Having telekinesis and energy manipulation is definitely the best thing ever. She can just move things using her mind without having to stand up.

Maybe it has been making her lazy recently. Although, she tries not to use it in public to avoid drawing attention.

The refrigerator is empty. [Y/N] groaned. She’s gonna have to buy groceries and eat outside instead. She quickly changed using her powers again and stood up to get her bag and apartment keys.

Before she leaves her apartment building, she made sure she locked all her door locks inside using her powers again. Being an Avenger made her quite alert and panicky when it comes to security. Wouldn’t want a random Hydra agent barge in her apartment.

She walkes in the busy street of New York, finding the nearest mini-grocery store shop as possible. However, it took her a while to find a mini-grocery store. Her apartment is too far away. She frowned. This street is way too familiar.

She looked up and sighed, “Of course.” It’s the Avengers Tower.

Trying not to mind it, she entered the store and went to buy whatever grocery she probably needs in the future.

After sometime, she has finally finished getting all the things she need. [Y/N] walked to the counter, eyes focused on the grocery basket she's holding until someone accidentally bumped into her causing [Y/N] to let go of the basket.

What-

The person that bumped into her was laughing but immediately died down when they knew they accidentally knocked someone.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry. Here let me help you." A familiar voice was heard.

Wanda.

[Y/N] doesn't care about the groceries in the basket anymore. She stared at Wanda as she helps her gather the fallen items. "Really, I'm truly sorry. I didn't see where I was going."

[Y/N] didn't say anything and continued to gaze at her. Her eyes darted at the back of Wanda, seeing Pietro and Peter stand awkwardly behind her, watching everything unfold.

Pietro and Peter. Her other two best friends in the Tower. She misses them so much as well. She misses the pranks the four of them pull to the Avengers. She misses how chaotic and loud it would get in the Tower whenever the four of them are together.

[Y/N] slowly stand up the moment Wanda stood up and reached out her grocery basket to her. "Thanks." The only one word she could mutter right now. She could feel Wanda staring at her.

She's so beautiful. [Y/N] badly wants to embrace her, kiss her, and tell her everything that happened. If only Wanda could read her mind, she would understand. But she can't, [Y/N] somehow has the power that no one or nothing can ever read her mind.

Their awkward silence was interrupted when Peter suddenly gasped, "No way! You're a Star Wars fan?!"

[Y/N] was confused at first, "Oh!" She looked at the shirt she's wearing. A Star Wars T-shirt, gifted by Peter Parker himself. “Yeah, I...uhhh...this was gifted to me by my best friend.”

“Your friend made a good choice for the t-shirt.” Peter ecstatically replied.

She then looked at Pietro and noticed the bracelet she made for the four of them. She quickly glanced at Wanda and Peter’s wrist too, the bracelet was there as well. I’m glad they still wear it.

“So...what’s your name?” Pietro asked as he smiled. Oh, he’s definitely flirting. Peter then elbowed him.

[Y/N] laughed. “My name is [Y/N].” Internally, she’s dying. She didn’t see the day that she has to introduce herself again to her best friends.

Pietro was about to reply back until Peter cut him off. "So, you seem like our age. What school do you go to?"

Oh right. College. University. She almost forgot about that stuff. If it's not too late, maybe she can send in her applications late.

"Actually, I was supposed to go to a Uni or a college but I forgot to submit my application."

Wanda laughed, "How can you forget submitting?”

[Y/N] shrugged, “I don't know. It must’ve slipped out of my mind since I was dealing with some...personal problems.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Was all that Wanda could mutter.

“Don’t be. Besides, I don’t think college is for me anyways.” For the first time in her entire life, [Y/N] hates that she has psionic resistance. She can’t turn it off. Even though its a great advantage because no one can read her mind, it’s also a great disadvantage that Wanda can’t look through her mind and know everything that happened.

[Y/N] suddenly pretended to be in great shock and made her jaw dropped, “Wait a minute, you guys are the Avengers!”

“Busted~” Pietro sang and the four of them laughed.

[Y/N] realized that being a sudden stranger to them is so awkward and doesn’t know how to continue a conversation because their old conversations are always about stuff that no one but them knows.

She could already feel tears starting to form in her eyes, “I’ll get going now. Don’t wanna impose in your Avenger stuff.”

Wanda stared at her until she replied back, “Yeah, okay. Then, we’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around [Y/N]!” Peter said.

[Y/N] turned their back on them and went towards the cashier to pay for the stuff she bought.

She went back to her apartment to place down the grocery bags she bought.

She quickly turned invisible and went outside her apartment to fly towards the tall Avengers tower. Going to the floor that they all used to hang out together, she hovered outside the window and wondered what could they be doing right now.

This may seem weird or creepy but she just wants to see them for the last time.

She arrived at the scene at the exact moment. Wanda, Pietro, and Peter are already inside the tower and talking with the other Avengers.

A bittersweet smile formed in [Y/N] 's face. The people who she can see are Wanda, Pietro, Peter, Tony, Natasha, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Loki and Vision.

Some were goofing around the kitchen table, some were having a laugh in the living room. The others are watching TV. Peter is currently running around the tower as Loki chase after him.

It's a shame she can't hear what they're all saying and talking about. It would be a great joy to hear their voices once again. But then again, it is her fault that things are this way.

Tears continue to fall as she watches Vision come closer to Wanda and kiss her. She doesn't know how the two got close and started dating but she is both angry yet happy. Angry because the love of her life is with someone that isn't her. Happy because Wanda is happy. Wanda's happiness makes [Y/N] happy.

Looking back, she suddenly felt grateful and joyous of all the things she experienced with them. At time of joy, they are all together. Even at times of despair, the Avengers are unbreakable. They always find a way to console each other and help those who were fallen.

As for someone who also has the power to turn invisible, she doesn't really feel invisible whenever she's around Wanda and the Avengers. They made her feel at home and at peace, even though their life consists of fighting villains and bad guys all the time.

Her new home might look peaceful since she is living alone. But it's not the same as it was before. She has no one to bicker with, train with, or share a laugh with.

[Y/N] was accustomed of the living with the Avengers. A life full of adventures, chaos, and a bit loud environment. The recent events have made her realize how super grateful she was for having them.

[Y/N] realized that she has been hovering in the air too long that she can feel the tears dry already. She wiped the remaining ones and left.

Maybe it is best if they just forget her forever. As long as her family is happy, then she's happy. It only hurts to always know that they'll never remember her ever again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #avengers x reader #avengers #angst #wanda maximoff x you #avengers x you #avengers x teen!reader #elizabeth olsen #avengers x reader angst #wanda maximoff x reader angst #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #spiderman no way home

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #21

MC: My best friend just called me to ask what color he should wear to prom and I was like “umm?? Idk??” And he goes “well we have to match, so like what color is ur outfit?” But he never asked me to go so I was kinda confused so I told him “hey, yeah since when are we going to prom??” And the line goes silent for a bit and he very quietly whispers “shit I forgot to ask you.”

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Leviathan: If you think about it the whole process of singing the birthday song and cutting the cake is extremely satanic

Leviathan: No but seriously imagine it this way

A small gathering of people huddle around an object on fire, chanting ritualistically a repetitive song in unison until the fire is blown out and a knife is stabbed into the object

Solomon: You must be fun at parties

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Mammon: Do you ever eat something and think “man I don’t even want this”

But then you just keep eating it

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Raphael: Are you living or are you just jumping around from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

Belphegor: What are you the coping mechanism police or something

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Asmodeus: One time my brother was being stupid so I said

“Well you can’t spell stupid without u”

And he got really angry and shouted

“WELL THERE’S AN ‘I’ IN STUPID TOO”

And I just stared at him for a rly long time

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Diavolo: How do we even decide what our favorite colors are, are our brains just like “I like green because yeah”

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Luke: “Oh you sing? Are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW!”

Leviathan: “Do you draw? You do? DRAW ME”

Like no

Simeon: “You write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”

Asmodeus: “You act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

Satan: “You speak that language!? Say something in it!”

Belphegor: “You murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW!”

Lucifer: The last one seems more doable

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Satan: So, today a girl in my class asked what the word procrastination mean and I said ‘can I explain that later?’ And my teacher laughed for like five minutes and when he stopped the girl whispered ‘I don’t get it’

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Solomon: Someday in the distant future humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond “baby don’t hurt me”

Asmodeus: So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me” …no more?

Diavolo: Beautiful set up, perfect follow-through. Great teamwork everybody

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Satan: MY BROTHER TOLD ME HE WOULD BUY ME GRAPES BUT HE LIED TO ME AND BOUGHT CHERRIES AND I HATE CHERRIES SO I POURED SOME OF THEM DOWN THE ICE DISPENSER SO WHEN HE GOES TO GET THE ICE THE FRIDGE WILL LIE TO HIM AND GIVE HIM CHERRIES INSTEAD LIKE HE DID TO ME

Satan: GUESS WHO FINALLY HAS GRAPES

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Mammon: So on the bus this morning we stop at a red light and this lady gets off then goes about a half block down and then we saw her freeze and run after the bus

SHE FORGOT HER ENTIRE BABY ON THE BUS

Mephistopheles: I love the use of the word entire as in she could’ve just left the leg of the baby but no she left the entire baby

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Belphegor: Have you ever finished a test in 30 minutes and no one else was even close to being done

I’m either really smart or I fucked up entirely

Thirteen: Nailed it or failed it

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MC: There are rowdy troublemakers in the alley behind my apartment I’m gonna open my window and scream at them

MC: I screamed at them

I didn’t scream any specific words I just kinda screeched and it got silent but then I heard one of them say ‘what the hell was that, fucking Satan?’ and I just screamed again and let me tell you this is a good way to get rid of people

Satan: Well done

#obey me shall we date #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #funny obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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flowercrown-bard · 9 months

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My headcanons for which Witcher would like doing which hobby (aka. me projecting my own hobbies onto them)

Geralt - whittling: it's just practical. He's probably already carrying a knife and there's plenty of wood to be found in the forests. For whittling, you can do rough cuts or you can add details and be gentle with the wood. You can either get lost in repetitive motions and sounds or you can make yourself concentrate really hard. I think the duality of it is perfect for mr "i don't choose sides"

Eskel - knitting: out or all the wolves, he's the one who looks the most frightening but also the kindest and most polite one (If i remember correctly, in the books Ciri was afraid of him when she saw him, but he's really polite to Triss and asks her for help). I think he wouldn't go with a craft like whittling, because he doesn't want people to see him handle something as dangerous as knives for fun. Knitting is about the least intimidating craft. It's associated with grandmas and once he's done, he has something soft and warm, just how he would like to be perceived. Also he's from the hillfolk and i headcanon that his family used to make wool themselves so he working with wool reminds him of his childhood

Lambert - drawing: people don't expect him to have the patience for drawing or the appreciation for beautiful things. So learning how to draw started out as a big fuck you to anyone who dared assume they knew anything about Lambert. Yes, he's full of anger and can be aggressive. But much of his anger is directed at the people who made him a witcher. He hates being a witcher and everything that's associated with that, so for him, picking up an artform like drawing is an act of rebellion. Secretly, it also has a different use: Lambert lost so people. His family, Volthere. Maybe Lambert is afraid of one day forgetting what those people looked like, so he makes sure to drae a picture of everyone he likes, so he can have something to remember them by if they die before him

Vesemir - cooking: his family deserves nice warm meals when they come home. And in a strange way experimenting with herbs is a way for him to cope with the experiments he used to do on the trainees before. It's learning to take this curiosity and ability to combine things and using them for something good and happiness-inducing instead of using it to mutate children

Bonus: Aiden - Embroidery: being able to use needle and thread to fix things is just very useful and with embroidery you get to stab something a thousand times

#That's something I've shoved into so many fics #And if i ever write new ones i shall continue to add these things #Witcher #Headcanons #Riya rambles

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Saw your review for the jl/rwby crossover. You mentioned Cruz as being one of the failures of the movie. Kind of leaves me conflicted because honestly she was kind of my favorite part of the movie while everything else was just mostly meh or frustrating. I am not that familiar with comic Cruz and the Incarnation I am more familiar with from DC superhero girls is very different from the comic from what little I know. Care to do a deep dive on this particular GL and how the crossover failed her?

Alright, I have some time to do asks, so lets dive on in! I was gonna write this out way better but my dotpoints kinda became their own essay so here we go!

TL:DR: I think that Jessica's anxiety was mishandled due to a fundamental misunderstanding of how her character is built in the comics, because they wanted a Cute Agoraphobic Queen (and forgot to have the agoraphobia). I also think that she lacked agency in her own mental health and plotline, with Jaune being the main mover in both, and that there is whitewashing to her design, as seen here compared to: other cartoons, other comic runs, her other rwby designs (feat. one Simon Baz because DC is keeping him from me)

Yeah. Hm. Anyway, lets get into my rambly thoughts about Jessica Cruz

Alright first things first: I’m not against Jessica Cruz being written differently to the comics if she’s written respectfully. I also really do like dc superhero girls and Jessica there is very fun as a character, even if I have some other issues with what they took out from her storyline

The thing about this iteration of Jessica Cruz is that apparently the theme of the movie was ‘gun violence’ or whatever and that’s. That’s her whole. That’s literally her whole comic backstory.

For a quick recap in the comics: Jessica Cruz one day was hiking with friends before they stumbled across some guys dumping bodies in the woods. All of Jessica’s friends were shot down and murdered right in front of her for being witnesses, and Jessica gained an absolutely brutal case of PTSD, which later fuelled her agoraphobia and anxiety.

Then, after spending 3 years literally never leaving her apartment out of terror that she was going to be tracked down and murdered like her friends, she was instead tracked down by an artifact called Power Ring (it’s complicated but p much it’s like an Evil Inverse Green Lantern Ring). The Power Ring, which is fuelled by the wearer’s fear and trauma, forces itself onto Jessica and turns her into a villainous puppet for it’s own will. She’s canonically being tortured by physical and psychological pain the whole time she’s wearing it. She’s nearly saved a few times from her Literal Possession but the thing that sticks is when she pulls a self-sacrifice and supposedly dies, only it turns out that the ring died in her place and then she got a Green Lantern Ring for her bravery in facing her fears and such. (I think the universe/writers were apologising because Genuinely WTF)

Now, the thing that a lot of people praise about Jessica as a character in most comics, is that she is, most of the time, a very realistically-written character with anxiety. Her anxiety is rooted mostly in her PTSD, which means that it has very definite triggers, one of which is, on her bad days, ‘guns being aimed at her’.

However, Jessica is also someone who actively works on this aspect of her mental health, she’s shown having gone to therapy sessions, learnt how to internally combat her negative self-talk, and actively works on herself. She has her coping mechanisms, and they genuinely work for her when she’s spiralling, and she’s able to work through her anxiety and remind herself that, in what is one of her main catchphrases ‘you are not your fear’.

DC Superhero girls pretty much just axed Jessica’s anxiety entirely and while she’s a fun character she’s also not really close enough to comics Cruz for me to really draw comparisons, although I do wish they’d been willing to explore that storyline (and maybe have Simon there) I understand why with the age range they didn’t decide to throw in Gun Violence and Anxiety (but they could have had Simon there where are you keeping him dc)

Meanwhile: RWBY/JL Jessica Cruz. Well. I don’t want to hate on people who like her. If you found joy in something that I did not, then I’m happy for you, but I do want to explain my problems. The first is the way they misrepresented and mishandled her anxiety, and the second is Jaune. Why does it always have to be Jaune, I don’t even hate Jaune, I just hate how much everyone in the writing rooms love him.

Anxiety: Jessica in the film is pretty much given a much more generalised anxiety disorder. She mentions that she’s had it from a young age, that she’s always been afraid, that the ring helped her fit in. She’s given a much different trigger of claustrophobia, and her agoraphobia is completely missing from her character. DC Superhero Girls took away her anxiety, so there’s nothing to misrepresent. RWBY/JL put in her anxiety, and put in the wrong one.

Comics Jessica’s anxiety, and her insecurities, come from a genuinely traumatic event, one that shaped her for years, one that she’s still fighting overcome. And then worse stuff happened to her and she kept going. I have a generalised anxiety disorder, I’ve had one since I was a teenager, and I can also say that how it was shown in the movie was… kind of stereotypical. She’s meek, and she shy, and she’s nervous and jumpy and doesn’t feel like she can do anything. And this is meant to be Jessica who still is that adult, just in a teen brain, and I know hormones suck, but they completely axed the fact that this is canonically a character who has mental health issues and works on them so they could have Jaune peptalk her through her panic attacks, which. Cures them, all of a suddenn

Yeah we’re getting into the Jaune stuff now. Jaune is the catalyst for everything Jessica does. He makes the plans while she worries, he talks her through her panic, he talks her through all her anxiety, and then… that’s it, really, all she does from that point on in the movie is Solve All The Problems. The emotional core of most of their scenes from post-Jessica confessing her anxiety disorder up until ‘the claustrophobia panic attack’ is on Jaune missing Pyrrha so much that he ignores Jessica actually trying to be reasonable about ‘this is sus’. It feels like they wanted to do ‘Jessica gets a best friend who helps her through her anxieties and supports her to stand on her own’, forgot to write the second part of that, and forgot one other tiny lil detail

WHICH IS SHE HAS ONE.

Simon Baz is Jessica’s Green Lantern partner in the comics, they’re your classic ‘hothead/cautious’ duo, they have literally the best interactions of friendship ever, this is the man who worries that Jessica’s not feeling okay after a bad day and shows up to make her pancakes for breakfast. They also have a real interesting quirk to their specific brand of green lanterning, which is that Hal Jordan was like ‘okay you need to learn to work together’ and fused their Power Batteries together. (quick rundown: green lantern rings need to be periodically charged up with lantern shaped power batteries otherwise there’s no constructs or cool costumes). Simon and Jessica cannot recharge their rings separately, they have to work as a team. And the first few comics of their run are great (I know nothing about the state of it now). They’re mutually supportive, they both have their issues, and Jaune feels like he was written to slot into that role.

I get that ‘we can’t have two green lanterns in here that’s boring’ was probably what was said but this is also what speaks to a wider issue about how Jessica is getting a lot more press time in non-comic properties. Which is awesome! Overall I love her character, I love the different takes on her, and it’s very cool to see her. Simon Baz, however. Is. Not getting any of this. Which is a shame. I just wish that my duo could get to be a duo.

But, I mean, if dc superhero girls is willing to just completely nix jess’s anxiety from her, why not nix Simon Baz’s backstory and still have him be her partner there? Why do all these properties decide that Jessica is best written when all of her character stuff beyond ‘female green lantern, occasionally nervous’ is removed from her? This isn’t just a rwby problem, but it’s something I’ve noticed especially in the rwby movie because of how they took Jessica’s character, when her backstory as it was would have tied into the so-called ‘theme’ for gun violence, and stripped her entirely for parts about ‘Jaune is a nice caring friend look how protective he is of poor scared Jessica’. He even powers her up for HER big 'ending the bad guy' move instead of allowing her to be as strong as a green lantern ring is meant to be

Jessica in the film is pretty much written as ‘nervous agoraphobic adorable widdle queen’, all of her actual agency, all of her own inner strength of being someone who struggles with anxiety and overcomes it is removed so that she can be a Pep Talk Recipient, and I gotta say another small thing: pep talks, in my experience, don’t actually cure a chronic generalised anxiety disorder.

Oh yeah and also not only is her Green Lantern outfit in this crossover really not good (everyone is, except vixen, vixen’s power is too strong for rwby character designers to truly damage), she’s also definitely whitewashed to the point that I think a lot of people would find it hard at first to know that she’s meant to be Latina. Like, even compared to her Adult Version, or her rwby comics version, or, say, some of the other animated versions of her, or even her comics version in The Good Runs, as shown above. I called her ‘ben 10-ified’, and I stand by that, it’s just… it's a bit eesh, considering rwby's other problems with colourism and such.

I think all the DC characters got massacred, but if this had to be the anxiety rep for the film, why couldn't it be the Jessica who was actively working on dealing with it, dealing with her self-talk, like this?

I know rwby's allergic to character development, but come on. Jessica is more than an Anxious UwU bean. That's kinda the whole point. Also, she plays pokemon, what's not to love?

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