#moon therapy cafe

[moontherapycafe]

Are we spiritual beings having a human experience? 🙀

#psychologist #counseling #mental health #mental health awareness #mental health matters #men’s mental health #psychologists #spiritual intelligence #Danah Zohar #existential psychology #existential questions #moon therapy cafe #therapy

[sharkie-stay]

I keep thinking about the spider in the sandwich

And I cried because of it again

Truly the greatest fear

#we get prepacked sandwiches at thw cafe i work at #and a client found a spider in her sandwich today #and i used to eat those sandwiches every day #but now i can't #i will be too scared to eat them #literally had a panic attack because of that situation #and talked about it in therapy #it got me shaken so badly i can't get over it #leo adventures #moon talks

[needle-noggins]

(CW for SA, suicidal ideation) Here we go. My favorite and simultaneously least favorite panel of Vash and Knives.

I've seen a few interpretations of this scene and before we dive into the one that really struck me, let's start with the more... chill one. We're finally introduced to the third gun of Trigun, Vash's angel arm. And the way we're introduced to it involves Knives forcing him to pull the trigger. Of course, since no one knows anything about Knives, the people of Noman's Land blame Vash for Fifth Moon, and Vash likewise blames himself (this is kinda a spoiler but if you've been paying attention, it's just par for the course). However, he's not the one who pulled the trigger, Knives is. It brings up an interesting moral question of blame - do we blame the gun (and Vash, who is being used/objectified as a weapon here), or the person who wanted it to happen? Guns don't kill people, genocidal twins do!

Now for the awful interpretation, the one that makes me cry and wish Vash was real so I could hug him and pay for his therapy. And really highlights how awful Knives is and how far he'd go for his brother in his own, fucked-up way. I touched on this in a previous post about Legato and the Murder Cafe, and the whole time I was thinking about Fifth Moon but didn't want to say anything for the sake of spoilers.

So. Pay attention to the way Vash and Knives are standing. Knives, when he first grabbed Vash's head, was standing in front of him. He moves behind him to better control him and yeah, he's still controlling him via hand on head, and now he's got his other hand gripping Vash's chest, where feathers/wings are manifesting. Knives is assaulting him. If you wanna get crazy with it and say that the angel arm is kinda phallic, you could say... yeah. This is rape. I heard that specific interpretation once and while I accepted it I also don't know if that would be generally accepted or if I'd be called out for it, so I'm trying to tread lightly here.

It also doesn't escape me that of course the angel arm has feminine features like the plants - the plants that, again, humans are exploiting for their ability to create. There's a lot of feminist commentary to be made here but many people have said it better than me. Specifically I'm thinking of this one post I saw about gender fuckery and Tristamp Vash. Anyway.

Also, the atomic bomb/black hole/sun/whatever that is in the middle... It's just so powerful. It's terrifying. The eldritch body horror here is a punch to the gut. What the fuck, Trigun? I thought this was a funky space western!!!

Oh, and here's more commentary on the following few panels:

Vashussy shot, Knives is still right behind him. Yeah, I wasn't kidding about how bad this pose is for them. Knives, you sick fuck.

Vash shoots himself in the leg (a key difference from '98 trigun, lol), because of course he does, but it doesn't free him from the arm.

The arm's getting darker/the light inside is getting lighter! Stampede did an awesome job with their interpretation of the angel arm and I don't think I would have understood it without that. Also, on my first read I didn't notice that Vash is literally levitating, which is cool, but also terrifying because ?? he's not in control of that either??

Finally. A super painful, minimalist, double-page spread. Nightow loves 'em. Vash thinks he's dying (maybe?) and he wishes he had never existed. It's not suicidal ideation per se, but he wishes he didn't exist at all because he's already caused enough suffering. This is a low for him, because he believes so strongly in the concept of the Blank Ticket. (Come on, soupy brain bitch boy, get it together!) He's a monster, it's just how he was born, and he's not in control. Very specifically too, he says "we", and then changes it to "I"... he doesn't blame Knives at all, and that's very him. I want to shake him! Stop playing the martyr, Vash!

#trimax #trigunbookclub #cw assault #cw sa #ive never tagged content warnings before please help if i didnt do it well enough #cw sui ideation #vash the stampede #millions knives #also if you say ONE WORD about plancest i will kill you with my mind because you have sorely misunderstood the point here #posting this makes me so nervous ngl #dont hate me

[desifleabag]

Hello beautiful people out here!

I am Deepali. I am from Pune, Maharashtra. I am 21 years old (shaadi ki umar)

Desi fleabag? Because I relate the most with that specific character. Horny, messy, vulnerable, and crazy all the time but also considerate, expressive, and kind. I am a desi version of her.

🎀What I like? I like to dance, sing, journal, write poems and stories, and doom scroll all the time

📍Professional side of me

I did my bachelor's in philosophy. I have been working in an organization for quite a long time. I am a content writer. I am a writer/poet. I am an open mic performer. I have performed at esteemed platforms like tapeatale, poemsindia, kommune, and many more. I am a psychology and sociology student too. I am a co-facilitator and youth lead in different schools through my organization. I have worked on poetry anthology books.

The most important part of my life is being a poet or a writer. It's been a decade since I started writing, and professionally, it's been two years. My poetry and stories revolve around different and unique topics like mental health, family dynamics, feminism, societal norms and culture, romance, life intricacies, friendship, etc. I love being a poet and telling people stories about me and the world because I believe poetry is everywhere. I have a blog called Sip and Sofa Stories where I share the most wholesome blogs and fun-to-read stories.

Not much of a reader, but I like reading poetry by Sylvia Plath and more female writers.

💌 Movies and songs? I am a die-hard fan of Bollywood. I listen to 2000s Bollywood and retro songs. No one can challenge me the way I vibe on these songs and dance. My childhood is memorable because of Sunidhi Chauhan, Lata Mangeshkar, Kishore Kumar, RD Burman, Asha Bhosle, Sonu Nigam, Shaan, Arijit Singh, and many more artists. I also listen to Kpop, pop, indie type of music on days when I am dissociating at the fullest. Hold my clutcher, I am a Swiftie and Lana Del Rey fan too, bitch.

I love Bollywood movies, and I am yet to discover more Western movies. I have a bunch of comfort movies like Ye Jawani Hai Dewaani, Piku, Om Shaanti Om, etc.

🪕 My aesthetic type? A combination of Geet and Piku and a little bit of Poo vibe sometimes. But I love desi clothes. Kurti, jhumkas, bindi, bangles, oh god I love being a woman.

Interesting facts about me :

🌸I have three tattoos on my body (Crescent moon, "you're on your own kid" title, "grateful"). I love getting tattoos!!

🥃Loneliness who? I go to bars, cafes, and parks alone because why not. I fear no god.

💛I never was in a relationship, just some hardcore crushes who crushed my soul.

❤️‍🩹I have been in therapy for almost three years and on and off on meds. GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) gang assemble!

😶‍🌫️I love and hate spending time on LinkedIn. Girl boss era.

💬I write poetry about my crushes and defame my ex-friends. They know it very well! Lol.

I am a hopeless romantic and a professional delusional person. I will cook the best scenarios in my head and write about them. I romanticize life on another level though there are 156 rupees in my bank account by going to aesthetic cafes.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝛢𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝘰𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠,𝑊ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝘵ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠? ⊹ ‧₊˚

🖇To connect with me

𖹭 kavitavali.deepali to read my poems and stories on instagram

𖹭 sip and sofa stories blog. I write monthly blogs

Thankyou for reading my long ass introduction! Flying kiss tumhai💋

#a much awaited intro mera! #bohot mehnat lagi bc #hellowww! #desi dark academia #desiblr #desi #desi shit posting #desi academia #light academia #dear diary #poems #poetries #short essay #spilled poetry

[cyber-corp]

2023: The year of all time

This felt like the first year post-COVID where things really kicked into high gear for me personally. My new year's resolution was that I would go out and have fun for once.

And had fun I did.

I did some voicework reading for a story podcast, I went to a bunch of amazing concerts (nothing beats seeing Weird Al for my birthday!), and I sorted out a bunch of RL stuff and put a neat little bow on it. Thank goodness.

But fuck all that sappy shit: Here's a small collection of things I really enjoyed this year!

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: An excellent sequel to a seemingly unfollow-uppable first film. Takes everything from ITSV, and amps it up to twenty with a stunning visual style, a sonically fitting soundtrack, and a meta-commentary on the nature of Spider-Man's character and whether they really deserve all the tragedy thrown at them.

Aunty Donna's Coffee Cafe: The guys who made Pud did another show, this time with funding from the Australian Government! While stripped back in its setting, they continue to provide the same stupid bullshit that put me into laughing fits as they did with their Netflix show. Haven't they done well.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: I think when people heard about "An animated Scott Pilgrim show with the live-action cast and Edgar Wright producing", they did not expect "A proper dissection of Ramona Flowers' character and her motivations, as well as her own journey of forgiving the Evil Exes. Also lots of yaoi." Scott Pilgrim continues to dominate as the premier "guy learns not to be a shithead" franchise.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Live in Accor Stadium: The Peppers prove their pertained power as performers by playing the purest psalms in their prospectus from the past 35 years (eugh, what a mouthful). Flea came out, did a 30-second handstand, waved and said hello to the moon and then got up some people littering in the crowd. Their life is more than just a read-through.

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You: I had absolutely no clue who Caroline was before I listened to this album. I now realise that she might just be the person that pop needs right now. A soaring collection of songs destined to become classics down the line, like a greatest hits compilation that doesn't exist. We're all on Caroline's island, and we ain't leaving.

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk: I kept my eye on this game as it was developing, and it was absolutely worth it to see it come through in the end. Satisfying gameplay that requires you to learn how to combo to progress, an addicting artstyle inspired by Y2K, and the soundtrack. Holy fuck the soundtrack. I just can't get enuf.

Weird Al Yankovic - TUROTRSIIIVT: Man, what a title. Emu Phillips come out swinging with jokes I did not expect, and then Weird Al comes out aggressively swinging, with all the songs you don't know him for. He then did a polka melody of his parodies, did a ritual halfway through, and then ended the concert on a high note. Only the best from Strange Alfred.

Doctor Who 2023 Specials: That bastard David Tennant returning led me down the rabbit hole known as watching Doctor Who, and did it ever pay off more than these specials. A trans woman saves the day and the Doctor realises he's bi, black, and needs therapy. A magnificent close on a chapter of one of the greatest sci-fis ever, and a bright step into the future.

The Hyperfixation of the Year award goes to none other than

Homestuck, everyone's favourite webcomic! Everyone's.

And I think that's partly because I joined this website to begin with. I probably say this all the time, but leaving Reddit was probably the best decision I could have made at that time. As much as I reminisce, the communities I was in began to get a little stale. Same jokes, same shitposts, a different day. Tumblr in some strange way, is not that. It feels less like a big communal website and more like a collection of small towns spread across a large spot of land. Calm and village-like, you know?

So to all my mutuals, my followers, to the people that liked and reboggled my stinky posts, to all that offered mealworms and crickets in my askbox, thank you. "Gecko Boy" might just be a silly lil joke in the grand scheme of things, but it's a fun joke to play into.

Whatever comes next year, I know I've got the energy to keep going. Have a good 2024 everybody. <3

#WHOOF this is long #across the spiderverse #aunty donna #scott pilgrim takes off #red hot chili peppers #caroline polachek #weird al yankovic #bomb rush cyberfunk #doctor who #homestuck #year in review #2023 #i AM a lil gecko boy. and nothing can change that fact #reddit #tumblr #gecko boy #long post

[resonmalvo]

My Moon Knight Season 2 ideas cause I lost trust to D+ Marvel TV after Secret Invasion

Oscar Isaac as Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Marc trying to have a normal life after the event of last season，but the shadow of Khonshu and the darkness from his past make this difficult.

May Calamawy as Layla El-Faouly

Layla finds herself in a dilemma，whether to become a superhero or just use her new power to do she used to do，and a vengeful force is dragging her back to Marc's life.

LaMonica Garrett as Raul Bushman

A merciless mercenary，one of the cause of Marc's trauma，he and Marc's path are going to be crossed again，and Bushman doesn't mind taking Marc out again if Marc blocks his way to what he wants.

Assaad Bouab as Jean-Paul“Frenchie”Duchamp

Frenchie is an old but estranged friend of Marc and Layla's，Marc felt guilty about him because of the catastrophic events of the past，and they have to reconnect because of an old enemy.

F. Murray Abraham as Khonshu

The God of Moon continues to manipulate Marc，Steven and Jake，but he needs to pay attention to a new supernatural threat

Joe Dempise as Jeffrey Wilde-Mogart

The brother of Anton Mogart，a arms dealer cartel leader in Madripoor，after the death of his brother，the fire of vengeance towards Marc and Layla let him make deals with two dangerous existences，one is a supernatural force，and the other is Raul Bushman

Amirah Vann as Gena Landers

A local cafe owner in London，a good friend of Jake，she's a widow with two kids，and is

currently struggling because of the lease. Jake is trying his best not to involve her into his own mess

Shaun Scott as Bertrand Crawley

A street performer in London，Jake's friend，promise Jake to look out for Steven and Marc when Jake is not in control of the body（and give their information to Jake），he's also a know-it-all，he knows what happened in the underworld of London

Rashida Jones as Dr. Andrea Sterman

Marc's therapist，she cares about Marc a lot，she guides Marc through his entire life trying to find the real cause of his trauma and his personality，she also devoted to build a therapy clinic for people who aren't wealthy enough to get help.

Julianne Nicholson as Scarlet Fasinera

The owner of the shelter where Marc volunteered to help，she's a kind， caring but mysterious woman，offering places for women who can't find a home，she also have many dark secrets from her past.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #moon knight season 2 #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #oscar isaac #layla el faouly #may calamawy #Frenchie Duchamp #Assaad bouab #Raul bushman #LaMonica Garrett #khonshu #f murray abraham #Jeffrey Wilde #joe dempsie #Gena Landers #Amirah Vann #Bertrand Crawley #Shaun Scott #Alexi Skarab #Karim El Hakim #taweret #Antonia salib #Andrea Sterman #rashida jones #Scarlet Fasinera #julianne nicholson

[mersi-kokhavasheva]

I had a dream the other day. It was the same dream Mersi and Rhya have shared for moons and moons: the dream of a little cafe in Sharlayan, where the two can enjoy the quiet that comes after they've averted their last apocalypse.

Her kitten, A'rhya Velore.

She truly is my muse. Sketch and details under the cut.

Also pictured: a pair of their signature dishes, ruby and larimar entremets! The ruby is made according to Rhya's tastes, and contains layers of rolanberry mousse, chocolate cremeux, and rolanberry compote built upon a foundation of angel's food cake, coated in a creamy red rosewater glaze to allow the floral notes to brighten the berry flavors within. The larimar is more to Mersi's preferences, which is to say it's way too rich and messy: a molten chocolate pudding core, a thin layer of dense chocolate to maintain its shape, caramel mixed with shredded chocolate, and finally a cinnamon walnut mousse, all stacked upon a dense chocolate crumb cake base and doused in a pale blue chocolate glaze. Very, very chocolatey. They're sold alone or paired, but Mersi loves plating them together. It just feels right.

Not pictured: Mersi, absently getting another pot of coffee ready to siphon, watching Rhya's tail swish back and forth as she walks to the customers' table, thinking about the first time they made and shared these entremets to celebrate getting their names on the deed to their own cafe: the Ruby and Larimar.

Also not pictured: A background! I need more physical therapy before you get anything else out of me.

my spine

#well worth the extra helping of shrimp posture #a'rhya velore #ffxiv #ffxiv fanart #warrior of light #the ruby and larimar

[topperscumslut]

my thoughts reading the first umbrella academy comic book as someone who’s been a fan of the show for years (spoilers for all seasons of the show and the first book)

•damn so we’re really getting right into reggie being an alien huh??

•WE FINALLY GET TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED AT THE EIFFEL TOWER???

•LUTHER 🥲

•can we talk about how he named his lil moon robot ben and still has newspaper articles about the academy and one about ben’s death 🥺

•literally how anyone can hate him i don’t understand

•TELL ME WHY I JUST SAW VANYA’S WHOLE CHEEKS- was the thong really necessary gerard???

•also it still feels transphobic calling her vanya even tho she doesn’t become viktor in the comics bcuz viktor’s transition was written for elliot page like ik she’s still a cis female in the books but saying vanya still makes me feel… grimy idk

•”father’s really dead, isn’t he, pogo?” LUTHER ILY

•he still calls allison rumor and is still wearing the academy mask wow luther hargreeves really is the right where you left me by taylor swift character huh

•tears are streaming down my face in a barnes and noble cafe luther are you OKAY

•someone get these siblings therapy i beg

•KLAUS!!!!!

•klaus definitely seems very similar in both versions

•”because what i found wasn’t just a place where i could hide” five trying to time travel not cuz he’s a stabbing a table with a butter knife cocky little shit but a literal child trying to hide from his abusive father is going to make me combust anyway fuck reginald

•more crying

•the A+ on luther’s paper and the D- on diego’s diego deserves better i am sobbing

•so it’s diego that thinks reggie was murdered in the comics instead of luther?? interesting

•luther and diego are so angsty jesus

•”so start acting like homo sapiens so we can bury your father” POGO PLZ-

•WHY DID DIEGO JUST STRIP GRACE????

•i have SO many questions

•i think im too dumb for this book

•which is embarrassing cuz it’s a comic book

•NOT LUTHER BITCH SLAPPING DIEGO GOODBYE-

•who in the motherfuck is dr terminal

•aidan gallagher was such a perfect casting for number five omg

•”i guess you’re right… [reginald] didn’t love me. but i haven’t spent my life pretending he did.” hello???? are we sure this is the same luther as the luther from the netflix series??

•is it just me or does klaus kinda look like mikey way???? like ik gerard wrote the series so…??

•not five bringing pogo into the fucking coffee shop- 💀🤚

•the way agnes literally does not question the fucking MONKEY god i love her

•five brutally massacring the commission goons and yet still stopping to pay for his drink and thank agnes omfg

•how are y’all shocked allison SAed luther in s3 when she literally SAs him hardly five chapters into the first book??

•it was literally out of nowhere too like- there was BUILD UP and CHEMISTRY and FLIRTING in the show and at least some villain era motivations for allison but in the book they’re literally just talking about claire and allison is still calling her Luther’s NIECE and then she just rumors him into kissing her out of nowhere??? i just audibly gasped in this barnes and noble i am sorry

•vanya is SLIM THICC

•everything is happening so fast in comparison to in the show omg

•is there *something* going on between diego and vanya like there is allison and luther?? or why is he so emotionally attached to her?? please tell me there’s not istg-

•REGINALD?????

•klaus saving the day slay!!!

•i don’t know how to feel. i just got so much information in so little time.

•FIVE AND KLAUS CONTENT YESS!!!

•POGO’S EXCERPTS ABOUT THE KIDS IM GONNA CRY

•OMFG KLAUS ACTUALLY WAS INSPIRED BY MIKEY I AM SCREECHING

•i have so many feelings

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 3 #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy comics #gerard way #mikey way #my chemical romance

[wolfknightpoe]

Duality - The Knight vs. The Wolf (Open RP)

Starter 1

Sir Vincent looked out upon the land as he had his morning coffee. Cartorra's flowing fields of corn, alfalfa, and barley being tended to by the simple people further inland from his seaside castle. The only thing that broke up the enjoyable morning silence as the sun rose was the incessant clanging of metal and cutting tools coming from floors below, the dwarves and his sister, Abigail, clearly hard at work in the docks below. Finishing his coffee, he turned his attention to a mirror nearby.

Wait… A mirror? Here in his presence? Surely, he’d covered such portals a fortnight ago. But here one was, fully showing him, and his wonderful guest who was seeing to his morning glory with their supple lips. And yes, the fellatio was pleasurable, but it wasn’t enough to keep the hairs from raising on the back of his neck as his image swirled into a black mist. A black mist he knew all too well that began coalescing into a familiar shadowy hound with glowing amber eyes. The Mad Doctor’s pet would soon escape imprisonment if he didn’t act quickly. So as his current companion came about to get a breath, they were thrown aside, the coffee mug spilling its contents over them before shattering against the floor. He didn’t acknowledge their scream of pain as the hot liquid scolded them, too focused on busily cutting off the beast’s connection to this world with a heavy sheet. “Not today foul creature… Not today.” Then he turned his attention to his company. "Many pardons... Harm was not my intention. Let me see to your wounds..." (If you want to have been a companion of his for the evening prior)

Wait… A mirror? Here in his presence? Surely, he’d covered such portals a fortnight ago. But here one was, fully showing him in the buff. The hairs rose on the back of his neck as his image swirled into a black mist. A black mist he knew all too well that began coalescing into a familiar shadowy hound with glowing amber eyes. The Mad Doctor’s pet would soon escape imprisonment if he didn’t act quickly. The coffee mug crashed to the floor, spilling it's contents as he rushed forward. He didn’t acknowledge the shattered porcelain, too focused on busily cutting off the beast’s connection to this world with a heavy sheet. “Not today foul creature… Not today.” A moment passed before he calmed himself, now hearing his sister calling for him that he had a guest. He quickly donned his clothes and made his way downstairs to address the newcomer. "Hail citizen! What brings you to my humble keep this day?" (If you want something casual)

Starter 2

Today was a rare good day... Vincent was clear headed for the first time in a while. And he intended to hopefully keep it that way. At least the best he could. Sure the medicine wasn't pleasant, but it meant he could have a day in reality. As he got out of bed, he took a marker and went over to his calendar, doing his usual to keep track of how long his episodes had been lasting by marking the days he was lucid per his therapy directions.

"Not counting the full moon..." He counted up the prior marks, and let out an exasperated sigh. "Two months this time... Hope I didn't cause any particular trouble while I was absent from myself." He then went about his morning routine and readied himself for his day, making sure to grab his next dose before he headed downstairs to check on the job site and the crew before he'd head out into the city to pay for breakfast sandwiches at a nearby cafe for everybody. It was the least he felt he could do since they put up with their boss's issue when it cropped up.

On his way out the door, he noticed someone standing there. "Morning. Can I help you?" (If they don't know each other) "Good morning! How are you doing today?" (If they know each other.)

@covairecitystarters

#wolfknightpoe #ccitystarter

[prerodinu]

Marcus Soika Lore

Marcus is a business and finance major. He has his doctorates degree in finances and a bachelors in business and marketing.

Half demon, Half Witch, Half wolf. 

He started Full Moon Cafe after he thought he couldn’t go any where in life.

He used to be on drugs. Louren got him out of it.

He actually hates eating sweets but will bake them for everyone.

He spends most of his day either baking, wee hours of the morning, or spending late nights working on bills and such.

Marcus loves to read and thus sometimes fell asleep in Artems office while doing homework during his studies.

Unlike his half brother Louren. Marcus is about 10 Percent Demon. Part of the reason why he did drugs was to rid his head of the voices.

Does have demon wing’s but keeps them hidden.

He can shift into a wolf or he can have his wings and horns but does not have both.

Louren and Marcus share a mother but different fathers.

Marcus used to be a warrior but handed in his weapon when he found Kat and Artem.

Marcus fears the day his demons come back and he can’t control himself. So he spends alot of time baking to keep the feelings at bay.

Goes to therapy every Thursday with Alica per Katia and Artem’s request. Though Marcus keeps encouraging Kat to go to work on her issues. She declines every time but likes to see it’s working for him.

Marcus will help anyone and everyone he comes across.

Collects bells and trinkets to remind him how good he is doing.

Makes pottery in his spare time.

Marcus has swirling tattoos along his spine that is the demon mark.

When he changes into demon form his eyes get white with swirls of red in them.

Has tried to have a garden but it always dies.

Has several crystals from Louren

Slept with a witch (hoodoo / voodoo priestess) and that’s how he got Isidoda

He loves his daughter so much and wants more kids.

Isidoda wants to take over the coffee shop so she’s going to school for business as well.

Marcus loves small animals and fuzzy blankets.

His favorite food is stew.

doesn’t like mustard.

6′5″

#(Marcus // Lore) #◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[fuck-goes-on]

Palpitation

pairing/s: marc spector x reader, steven grant & reader, moon knight & reader, mr. knight & reader, jake lockley & reader

summary: the first time marc sees you, he gives the body palpitations

warning/s: PALPITATIONS HOW CAN I MAKE IT CLEARER, fluff, hurt/comfort?, DID (persecutor protectors), NO POWERS, marc WAS an asshole but now isnt, steven is the host/original personality, he/they pronouns for steven grant

note/s: somewhat continuation of "Numerous"!!! so go read that first!!! howEVER, do not read if you are triggered by PALPITATIONS 💀👀

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Marc started out as a persecutor protector, someone who preyed on Steven's fears and constantly threatened them to stay inside and never go out because the world would undeniably hurt him. He was snappy and angry all the time; Angry at the world and at their abusers, angry that Steven was so helpless and needed so much support, angry that Marc had to take the brunt of their trauma.

Now, however, after many therapy sessions and long system talks with everyone, Marc lived as a protector for Steven. Someone who actually kept what mattered the most safe, and that was Steven. Someone who could be trusted and welcomed, instead of feared. And that changed how Marc looked at himself.

He was actually happy.

Marc wasn't thrilled with the idea that somebody was getting close to Steven.

When he found out about you, he ranted to their primary protector, Moon Knight, about how dangerous it could be and how eventually you were gonna hurt them. But Moon calmed him down, telling him that no matter what happened, what was important was that they were all going to be there for Steven. Marc wasn't satisfied with that answer, but he couldn't argue anymore that he already had.

So when you and Steven went out for the nth time to hang out, Marc was co-conscious with Steven. He was at the back of their brain, silently watching everything and observing the people around them. He was a trained mercenary, and his primary mission was to protect Steven.

Yet as you called out to Steven and walked towards them, Marc felt dizzy. You were Steven's friend? That absolute magnificent, gorgeous and stunning human being?

The body's heart started to beat fast and hard, feeling it jump in the throat and making the head fuzzy. It skipped a beat and made the body grunt out and stumble back.

You, considerate friend you are, caught him before they could crash backwards. You guided them to sit down on a nearby bench, rubbing and patting their head as they tried to breathe in and out.

What the fuck?

Shit shit shit shit—

"Steven? Are you okay?" You asked Marc— Steven? No, Marc— and kneeled down right in front of him. He could only nod in agreement as relief took over the body, the heart finally calming down as he rested.

What is going on here?

Marc?

I-I don't know—

Marc ignored the questions thrown to him in his head by the others, more enchanted by how you looked with your pretty white polka-dot green shirt and your sunflower embroidered jeans. You looked immaculate in his eyes.

However, his daydreaming was interrupted with your hand waving over his face, checking if he was still out of it or not. So Marc put on his best Steven impression on and hoped he could fool you until he could switch out with them.

"Wha?" Marc feigned confusion and looked around before setting his eyes on you. You sighed in relief and gave him a big smile, getting up from your kneeling position and sitting next to him.

Your hand rested on his arm as you ask again, "Are you okay, Steven?"

"Hm, yes, no, I'm... I'm okay." Marc gave his best goofy smile and patted your hand.

"Do you want to go to the cafe nearby? Be in the air conditioning and cool down from the heat?" Your voice was soft and gentle, carefully helping him stand, even though Marc knew he didn't need it.

"That sounds wonderful, love."

#i dont really know how to continue this so here you go #HAHAHA #just a small continuation of numerous #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight

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[rn-zane]

TIMING: last week SETTING: coffee house downtown WARNINGS: mentions of homophobia SUMMARY: zane takes jonas up on his offer to have a nice chat. turns out they share a lot in common.

It was beautiful outside. Spring had finally hit Wicked’s Rest and the trees were blooming with flowers, white petals floating softly to the sidewalk. Jonas was enjoying the gentle breeze, while looking down at his phone. He was a little nervous meeting the other and he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because it had been awhile since Jonas had made any new lasting friendships. His hand went to fiddle with the moon on his choker. He felt a little foolish being so worried about making a friend. Normally he was very calm in situations like this, maybe it was because Zane seemed like a good man that Jonas wanted to impress him. 

Though he wasn’t sure how impressive a man in a pink cardigan would seem. He was tempted to pull it off along with his choker but decided doing so while at a cafe table would be a little strange, plus these were two items he wore on the daily if they did become friends Zane would see him wearing both eventually. Jonas decided it would be better to focus on the neglected ice tea and cake sitting on the table in front of him. He took a sip of his drink letting the sweetness calm his nerves. He had made sure to pick a table far enough from the others to be private while still getting a goodview of the trees blossoming on the streetside. Though with Blue by his side, no one was exactly jumping at the bit to sit at any of the tables next to his. 

She was a friendly dog and loved getting pets from strangers, but her rather large size made them all nervous, so the black dog was pouting with her head on Jonas’ lap. He smiled at her and offered a few pets to console his partner while they waited for Zane to arrive. He had made sure to tell the other man to look for the black dog. Blue was sure to stand out more than him. 

—

So far, being more open to actually talking to people, whether online or in real life, had led to some interesting things. Nice things, even, and Zane realized how ridiculous he’d been in avoiding contact all this time. Not to say he’d be getting too attached to any of the new people he was meeting when the people in his life still had a tendency to filter out slowly but surely. But a few coffee house meet ups, a quick chat or just anything that wan’t work or Netflix at home was a win. Not to mention that he needed practice at being out and about after the ER incident with the firefighter. He couldn’t risk another slip up like that and exposure therapy seemed the best way to go. Obviously he wasn’t hoping that Jonas would be bleeding but being around people in an unfamiliar environment was a good start. 

Looking for the big, black dog had been a really good tip as it demanded attention from everyone who entered the coffee shop. It wasn’t just dark but black and big was almost an understatement. Even so, there was something so soft in the dog’s gaze as they watched their owner that made Zane feel a strange sense of calm. And the sleek fur looked like it would be really soft to pet through. The sense of calm was definitely welcome as Zane moved his attention to the owner of the dog, somehow just as conspicuous as his pet. The pink cardigan was an eye catcher but it suited the young man nicely and complimented the whole outfit, while making the vampire extremely self conscious about his own clothes. Jeans, shirt, jacket as per usual. He really, really did need to go shopping more often. 

Sucking up the self criticism, Zane strolled up to the table, large frame forcing him to awkwardly scoot past a few other patrons before finally reaching the corner seat. “Hey.” He smiled softly, hand moving for a small wave for lack of a better option. “Really hope you’re Jonas and not just a badly timed stranger who also happens to own a giant dog.” Said dog seemed to liven up at Zane’s appearance, head lifting from his owner’s lap to regard the newcomer. Her eyes were piercing and hopeful and yeah, this dog was definitely helping diffuse the tension. “Hi,” he greeted her with a chuckle, moving tentatively for the dog’s head and finally giving it a quick pat once it was clear that Blue was more than into it. 

—

A shadow seemed to over take the table making Jonas look up at the tall figure standing in front. “Oh um you must be Zane?” He smiled and signed as he talked, but was distracted by Blue flopping against Zane’s legs as soon as the hand stopped petting her head. She whined softly, ignoring the fact that this stranger’s heart didn’t seem to be beating. The dead had never bothered her, and they didn’t seem to brother her boy either given how he dealt with ghosts a lot so she saw no reason to be suspicious of this man, plus he was offering pets something the large dog was wanting. “Blue you have to let him sit down.” She huffed but scooted far enough away for Zane to sit before wiggling over to offer her head for more pets. Jonas would have offered his hand by now had Blue not been all over the taller man. 

“I am sorry for her, she um gets a little excited.” Jonas was glad though that Blue seemed to like Zane, it certainly made him more comfortable, and the big dog was good at keeping his attention off how odd his voice must sound. “It is good to see you, I hope work was not too draining um the waitress should come over soon for your order.” Or he hoped so he felt a little rude for ordering first but it was more awkward for him to sit there with nothing in front of him in a place you were meant to be eating. He had gotten there earlier than he should have and he didn’t know how long Zane was going to take to arrive. Though the other man did appear pretty soon after him, making his worry over the whole situation seem a little ridiculous. 

–

“Don’t be sorry,” Zane assured quickly, enjoying the warmth that Blue’s head was providing as she begged for more attention. “She’s amazing and I really don’t mind the petting.” It took a moment to hit him, the realization that he was talking with his face angled down towards the dog, probably making it hard, if not impossible, for his companion to lip read. Whipping his head back up, smile in place as he continued to pet the dog, Zane sacrificed one hand of petting to reach it over to Jonas for a handshake. 

“Thanks for this, by the way. I’m bad at setting up meetings with new people even though I should be doing more of it.” Zane settled into the seat, finding it immeasurably comforting to pet the excited dog, providing his nervous hands with a noble task. It was definitely a bit prejudiced, the way he hadn’t known how the two of them would be able to converse since Jonas speaking had caught him off guard. He had a nice, soft voice but the hesitance was clear. It immediately made him curious about the man’s hearing, how and when he had lost it, but that wasn’t exactly the topic that should follow the first greeting. Seeing him sign was impressing as well, hands moving deftly in patterns that Zane longed to understand and he hoped things went well here so he’d have the chance to learn. 

Coffee ordered, with plenty of caramel syrup, Zane turned back to the conversation. “I, uh… I really like your jacket.” It was definitely messing with his brain a bit, attempting to not overthink the speed in which he was talking. Jonas had assured him that lip reading wouldn’t be a problem and he didn’t want to treat him like an idiot by speaking offensively slow but he also knew just how fast words could leave him while nervous, like he was now. “You… you’ll let me know if I’m…” he waved his hand, trying to pick the right words. “Like, completely incomprehensible, right?”

—

Jonas couldn’t tell what Zane was saying while the other was looking at his dog and was about to say something when the taller man whipped his head up and smiled. It was pretty, he was pretty and it made Jonas flush just a little when he reached over to shake his hand. He completely forgot what he was going to say to the other, and decided to just let it go. He was careful not to get his sleeve in his cake as he pulled his hand back. 

“Of course!” Jonas offered a smile back at Zane’s thanks, “I may be too easy to get to leave the house. But um you should be careful saying thanks. My mother always warned me against using that word, she said it could get you into trouble in um Wicked’s Rest.” It was a little sad talking about his mom when he currently had no idea where she was. He missed her terribly, and was worried anytime he didn’t have something to do. He was grateful Zane had decided to ask him over for coffee spur of the moment. 

There had been no one in the bakery and he had been left with just his phone and his thoughts which never ended well for him lately, especially since he was now nervous to check any windows that were around him. Ever since the night with the stranger in his kitchen window he had done his best to avoid looking into one when alone.  He tried not to think about it anymore, letting Zane distract him. Zane was nice and tall and handsome and had a wonderful smile, all good points in his book. It also helped that Blue seemed to like him right off the bat, meaning she didn’t pick up on anything shifty about the other man. 

Jonas beamed when the other complimented his cardigan, “I appreciate that, my twin Lil, knitted it for me. I like yours too.” It was a little bigger than it probably should have been, but it was made when Lil was still hoping the two would somehow hit a growth spurt. How he had managed to keep it from going ragged after all these years was anyone’s guess. It probably helped that Lil was always knitting him new cardigans. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that came out at Zane’s question,“You are doing just fine and of course I would let you know.” As long as Zane didn’t surprise him with more smiles he was sure to stay on track with the conversation. 

—

There was a hint of something sad in the other man’s eyes as he spoke about his mother and Zane found himself mentally noting it, remembering what Jonas had said about knowing the feeling of not quite fitting in. He’d ask more about that, in time, but for now he was curious about the strange bit of advice the woman had apparently imprinted onto her son. He zoned out for a moment, trying to figure out just how a simple ‘thank you’ could get you in trouble, and why specifically in Wicked’s Rest, but was drawn back into the conversation before he reached a conclusion. 

Seeing the other gush about his cardigan, so clearly made with love by his sister, revived a faint ache in Zane’s chest. He was thankful for the distraction that was the arrival of his coffee, tongue scalded slightly as he took a sip, the mild pain an even better distraction. “It’s really nice to hear you talk about your sister.” His hands dug further into the dog’s fur as she pushed her snout against his leg, the petting having halted for a moment as he drank from his coffee. “Maybe I should meet her one day, too. Try and sneak a handmade sweater from her,” he joked, hoping to lighten the tension in his chest. 

 “Also,” he doubled back, “how does a thank you get you into trouble?” A part of Zane knew he was diverting the conversation but the other part focused on petting the dog because diverting was fine. He’d opened up to Jonas online about his family, in a spur of the moment blabber, but the thought about going down that line now felt a bit overwhelming. Almost as if Blue could sense the discomfort, she gave one final nuzzle into his hand before retreating back to her owner. 

—

After Zane took a sip of his coffee Jonas decided it was finally okay to eat some of his cake, rolling up his sleeve before using his fork to take a small piece off the end. It was odd for a baker to try other people’s cakes; it kind of felt like he was scouting the competition. The cafe’s carrot cake was delicious though and he definitely wanted to take note of all the flavors so he could try and recreate it later. “If you become her friend I am sure she will knit you something. She loves to do it for birthdays and holidays.” Lil did not have many friends; she wasn’t as comfortable in social situations as Jonas seemed to be. It would be nice if she made a friend like Zane. 

The smaller man gave Blue a quick pet as the big dog settled by his feet. She decided it was time to do her job as a guard dog. “Oh um…Well I believe it has something to do with owing favors you cannot get out of if you say it to certain people? She was never very clear on it. I am sorry I cannot give you a more detailed answer.” Jonas was one to do what his mother told with little to no questioning. She had always had that kind of power over him. Even now her rules from childhood still sort of applied to his life. He never cussed, he was as kind as he could be and he always always preheated the oven before baking.

“But um online you said you would like to talk about your family.” Jonas wasn’t one to pry where he wasn’t wanted but the other man did invite him out so suddenly for coffee and tea to talk about their families. He was hoping he could help the other man vent a little, he looked like he needed it with how he was fidgeting. Speaking of, the cake while nice was just not enough stimulation for his hands at the moment. He reached for his tea when his sleeve slid down again, Jonas let out a little sigh and decided it was better to take the cardigan off. He was quick to slip it over his shoulders, hanging it on the back of his chair where it could stay till the cake was out of the way. If it wasn’t so nice outside he would have left it on, he was only wearing a tank top underneath that left his arms to fend for themselves. “If you still want to, I am still open to listening.” 

—

Pursing his lips, Zane pondered on the answer. Sure, certain people could demand favors from you, even rudely, but that didn’t seem like a thing that happened only in Wicked’s Rest. It didn’t seem that Jonas knew exactly what his mother had meant either but the vampire made an attempt to remember it for a google session later tonight. It was one of those things he would usually throw into his phone right away to make sure his stupid memory didn’t betray him but he didn’t want to risk taking out his phone and making Jonas think he was boring him. Especially when he really wasn’t. Jonas seemed interesting, with a story of his own and a big one at that (call it a nursing instinct), not to mention that he was kind and attentive. So no phone. 

And there it was. Family talk. It had been offered during their talk online and that’s all it still was, an offer. Jonas wasn’t prying the information from his hands but Zane still felt on edge. He could easily count the number of people who really knew about his past and none of them still resided in town. “I do, I’m just… out of practice talking about my past, I guess. Been a while.” Buying himself some more time with a drink from his coffee, trying to savor the faintest sense of sweetness that managed to wake up his very dull taste buds, he made an assumption. It wasn’t based on much, mostly the way Jonas carried himself and dressed, but something in him told Zane that part of his struggle would be understood. 

Fingers fiddling with a stray thread on his jeans, making sure not to divert his gaze too low to obscure his lips, Zane started tentatively. Acutely aware of every other person in the café. “I left home when I was fifteen. Or… was sent off, is probably more accurate. Didn’t really know why at first, took me a lot of years but… found out that super religious people - like to the point that they predicted the world ending once or twice a year; not big fans of gay people.” He paused, gauging the other for a reaction. 

—

“There is um no pressure to talk about anything you do not want to.” Jonas hoped the other man understood that. While he was curious to know more about Zane, he fully understood that they were strangers to one another no matter how pleasant the current company was. Then again opening up to someone who didn’t really know you sometimes was easier. 

“I am sorry. It is always hard when people do not accept you because of something um out of your control.” Jonas knew the feeling well, “My father told me he did not care for uh who I fell for because I would not be in charge of carrying on the line anyway. He was more caught up on my… Lack of hearing among other things.” Jacob Ballard did not love his youngest child and he knew it. “My siblings and my mother have always been supportive though. If you ever need support now I am here.” Jonas wasn’t sure how much his support would actually mean to Zane, he wouldn’t blame him if his words offered no comfort. Old scars were always hard to heal. 

“What was it like growing up in that kind of place? If it is alright for me to… for me to ask. I know there are um cul- religious organizations in Wicked’s Rest but uh I have never been in one.” Nothing good had ever been said about the cults of Wicked’s Rest and he knew it was easy to get sucked into, given just how many of them there were. Any other news of cults he had always gotten from documentaries and most of those did not have happy endings. In fact he didn’t think a single one did. Jonas was a little glad Zane was sitting here now and not a part of whatever faction had him till the age of 15. 

—

It was instantly comforting, the way Jonas just listened, eyes carrying an unspoken understanding of sorts. Zane had bet right to trust the man and his guess on the other’s sexuality mirroring his own had been correct as well. It was soothing, aside from painful, to hear Jonas open up as well. A different kind of judgment had befallen his childhood and in no way did it seem easier if the far off pain in Jonas’s eyes was any indication. Despite all that, the man was willing to offer whatever support he could. It stilled Zane’s worried hands for a moment. 

“I… same goes to you.” Giving other people strength, even in their darkest hours, was something Zane was adapt at. Whether it was kind words or a simple hand to hold, he was used to being a beacon of hope for someone else. It was a nice change of pace, hearing those words of comfort spoken back to him now. “And your dad clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

The curiosity about Zane’s past wasn’t unexpected. Neither was the slip up about what exactly to call the community he’d belonged to for so many years. It had taken the vampire years to even begin to admit that the environment had been more toxic than his young, brainwashed self had been able to realize. “Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it,” he replied dryly, fingers resuming their task of fiddling with his pants. “I thought it was nice. Believed it, really. It was such a close community, you could literally go to anyone for anything and get help. But it also didn’t give me the chance for any sort of future. Everything we did was just… preparing for the end. Making sure we didn’t step out of line and get sent straight to hell when the world burned. Lots of… rules. Expectations.” He mulled it over, seeking strength from the dark yet soft eyes watching him. Trying to siphon off some of the calming energy from Blue. 

“There wasn’t a chance to be… different. In any way, really. You did what everyone else did, dressed like everyone else, loved the person they expected you to…” Zane trailed off, barely able to visualize the faint image of his old best friend. The one who had shared his best kept secret, which he hadn’t even realized was a secret at the time, with everyone. “Or you were just… out. Sentenced to never ascend.”

—

“That is very kind of you.” Jonas couldn’t help the smile on his lips as the man awkwardly offered the same assurance of support he just gave. He also couldn’t help the little laugh that came out at the other’s next words. “I think well I think Lil would agree with you. She is often telling me that um our father is… Full of nonsense.” He often tried to remind himself of the fact. He was not Jacob, he could not please Jacob despite something in him that sorely wanted to and Jacob was not going to change. It was odd the way one could focus on the one person who didn’t like you out of the many who did. 

As Zane started to talk about his past, Jonas got up and moved his chair so he could be closer to the taller man. He sat in a way that Zane could look down if he so desired while still giving Jonas a good view of his lips. This was all obviously very hard for the other to talk about and Jonas couldn’t help reaching out and placing a hand on Zane’s, thumb rubbing soothing circles onto the back of his hand. Or he hoped it was soothing and not an overstep on his part. 

He really could not understand why such a community would throw out someone so kind. “I um cannot imagine what that must have been like.” Jonas had willingly left the family that had cared for him for 17 years but Zane? The poor man was tossed from everything he knew on a whim from some elders who simply did not like he was gay. “They really do not know what they are missing out on now do they?” He offered the same words back to Zane in an attempt to earn a smile from him. These were heavy topics to bring up at a coffee shop and Jonas almost regretted asking. 

Almost. They were practically strangers and yet opened up to each other so easily, maybe it was the fact that they really didn’t know one another that made it so simple or maybe it was that they were so similar with the small facts that they did share. Either way Jonas was happy to learn more about the other even if the facts were uncomfortable and he was happy to offer some semblance of acceptance for who Zane was that the taller man might not have had before. Jonas had always been lucky to have Lil and his other siblings by his side to do the same. “There is no shame in who you love.”

—

“Your sister sounds smart,” Zane said softly, trying and failing to imagine how it would have felt to have to live with his father and the inescapable judgment he now knew would have been bestowed upon him. A blessing in disguise to have been kicked out, perhaps. Blessing was maybe a bit too generous, considering he hadn’t been banished into the best of circumstances but still. It was a strange thought. 

The sudden hand on his own, such a warm contrast on the skin, startled Zane for a moment. Again he wondered how many times he’d done exactly this for a patient and, feeling how much the simple gesture was doing for him now, he took some pride in having provided that for someone else. Jonas’s fishing for a smile worked like a charm, the words Zane had just used parroted back at him. It was a melancholy smile but a genuine one nevertheless. “Guess we both have pretty clueless parents. Well… fathers, at least.”

He couldn’t really remember speaking ill of his parents… ever. It made him feel guilty still, after all these years, despite having thought some pretty bitter things time and time again. Chastising them outloud was different, just like his first kiss with a boy had filled him with a feeling of dread. Made him wonder if this was worth losing his family, his people, over. It was worth it, he knew somewhere deep down, but a part still wondered if he would have been happier living in denial and routine with people who, at the time, had truly loved him. 

“I know,” he breathed, meeting Jonas’s eyes fully for the first time in what felt like a while. “It just feels… harder sometimes, making all this shit seem worth it when I have nothing to show for it. No one. Like, I can love who I want, sure but… what if that who is just… nowhere?” His words had a mind of their own, forming and making their way out before he had a chance to proofread them. Now that Zane heard them outloud, he laughed shortly, head shaking as he leaned back. His hand slid off the table and away from the warmth, going to rub at his face. “Man, I really need to stop watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns,” he chuckled, going for the coffee in a desperate need to defuse the situation. He wasn’t uncomfortable but those last words had come from somewhere a little too deep and warning bells had gone off. 

—

“Lil is very smart.” Jonas was always impressed by the knowledge crammed up in her head. He had gone to school with her and knew she was bright as the sun but then she would heeley by and it was as if he forgot all that. His twin sure was a treat of a person. All his siblings were, he really missed Jude and Jane. Unlike his siblings, Zane was right, his father was clueless though he would never say it to the man’s face. He also did not like saying it behind his back but sometimes it needed to get out. “Mm I suppose we do. Especially when they uh get hung up on parts of you.” 

He tilted his head a little when Zane expressed a concern for finding love. He couldn’t help the little chuckle at it, “I am sorry, I am not laughing at you I just uh was not expecting that. You are very handsome and um very sweet.” He was a little flushed at admitting that to Zane’s face but the man seemed like he needed the ego boost. “I am sure if you uh go looking you will find the ‘who’. But it is not something that can… that can be forced.” Jonas was glad he had some experience with past relationships, even if it was not as much as others. Constantly traveling didn’t make for the best environment for love to blossom. 

Jonas leaned back, pulling his hand from Zane’s in the process. “I um have never seen Gray’s Anatomy. But I do know that television is not the uh best guide to real life romance. There are… dating apps you could-” Jonas was cut off by Blue standing, eyes looking past Zane towards the front of the cafe. The man leaned over and his eyes widened before he snapped back into place. 

The casual atmosphere that was building was quickly replaced by panic. “I… I um…” He turned and pulled the cardigan off the back of his chair slipping it on. Blue started to growl softly and Jonas placed a hand in her fur, “I am really sorry, we should- we should go.” He was about to get up without explaining but then his brain kicked back into common sense for a moment and he leaned a little closer to Zane hoping he was whispering. “There is a man behind you. He has been um following me for several days. I do not want to trouble you but if you could… If you could walk me home…” He would understand if Zane said no. Getting into trouble for someone you just met was a little different than spilling your guts. 

—

The compliment was nice, the blushing even more so because it cemented the fact that Jonas was speaking from the heart. Zane dropped his head shyly, head shaking slightly as he bit down on his lip. Making sure to raise his head, as much as his gaze wanted to stay glued to the table, he smiled. “Thanks. You, uh… you too.” He really did believe that love would eventually find you, for Jonas at the very least, who was soft and kind and the first man Zane had seen pull off a choker. 

Before he could take offense that his companion had never seen the cultural phenomenon that was Grey’s, the mood shifted. At first it seemed that Jonas was simply stressed about Blue’s sudden change in mood but that turned out to be wishful thinking. Zane was on his feet as soon as the other stood, tension crawling up his spine. The reason became apparent as Jonas whispered to him about the intruder, staring down their table. Rising to his full height, Zane turned on his heel, fully prepared to go confront the stranger about why the fuck he’d been tailing the wonderful person sharing coffee with him. The stare down was all it took to scare him off, it seemed, disappearing quickly around a corner. 

“What the fuck…” Zane breathed, aching to go after the man, fully confident that he could catch up to him. That would mean leaving Jonas alone here and after the gentle request, there was no way the vampire was going anywhere. “Yeah, of course. Of course.” He shook his head, trying to let the tension from almost bolting off seep from his body. Still glancing over his shoulder as Jonas got ready to leave, Zane finally walked him out of the café, feeling just as tense as Blue looked. He knew he was a little too on edge, practically using his body as a physical block walking next to the smaller man, on the look out for anything out of sorts but… Jonas had looked so genuinely scared. He wanted to ask him about it but now didn’t seem like the right time, with the man visibly shaken and nervous. Jonas would tell him at some point if he felt like it. For now, Zane settled for wrapping his arm over the petite shoulders, hoping it would give at least a fraction of the comfort Jonas had provided with the gentle touch before. 

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[cosmicdreamt]

Excerpt from Chapter 1: New Moon - The Fool

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Therapy rooms are weird. It’s like entering a portal to some unknown space where there’s an attempt at a sense of familiarity and comfort but you still know. You know it’s a room of business and profession and picking at your brain. What you’re there for and what the room tries to be just don’t match up.

It’s a strange feeling for her no matter how many times she’s been there. Even if she can sit on that couch with one of her legs tucked under her and her torso draped over one of the arms as she awaits her therapist to arrive at their session - being too hyper aware of the room gets her mind going. As her hand reaches up for her to rest her face against it her pinky finger starts tapping at her cheek. Sure, they can make you wait all the time in the world but God forbid you make them do the same.

The door finally opens and the man walks through, an action that has her finding herself sitting up straight once he places the folders on his desk and sits across from her in the other chair. 

“Good morning! Sorry for the wait. Thank you for coming today, Neff. How’ve things been for you lately?”

The dissociating feeling from earlier dissipates now that she has other things to focus on. How have things been lately? A lot better than they were that’s for sure, thanks to him of course. She was lucky to have found a therapist that works well with her after ones before didn’t quite work out. She’s been seeing him since right before she started college and now she was twenty-three. 

His name being Dr. Kruger is one for the books, though.

“Uh….well it’s been alright. A normal amount of stress, no mental spirals or breakdowns, usual depressive episodes but the meds have been helping with those. I’ve been able to keep up with work - I’m still at the cafe, working full time now -  and my art business has been doing well. I feel like I’ve been able to function well enough in society lately. Things have been fairly steady and consistent.”

She gives a slow nod and shrug of her shoulders as if to say ‘yeah, that’s about it’. He nods in response, taking a few notes down before continuing.

“That’s good to hear then. And what, to you, is a ‘normal amount of stress’?”

To that her eyes glance up and to the side, thinking for a moment before pursing her lips.

“Work stress, mostly. Making sure I’m doing all my tasks and doing them right. Making sure customers are satisfied. Dealing with the ones that come in and are unreasonable. My bosses say I’m doing fine and I know they mean it, but you know how my brain works by now. I’m always double and triple checking and just still have that lingering worry. Outside of work it’s just making notes of payments I need to make, making sure I have enough groceries, making sure I’m cleaning on time, giving myself time to relax so I’m not burning myself out. Things like that.”

“Not trying to take on more than necessary just because you think others have it worse?”

“I think you’d beat my ass if I did that. So no. Not this time.”

She can see him attempt to stifle a snort, the corner of his lips betraying him by curling just a bit before making more notes. He tries his best to remain professional but his mistake was encouraging her to be as raw and real with her feelings as possible. He wasn’t immune to her dry humor. 

“Hopefully not any time, either.”

“Can’t make any promises except I’ll try.”

#⋡☆《drabbles》—how is a raven like a writing desk #[[ Here we go! Finally gonna start putting these out as promised ]]

[yourfavoriteweirdo19]

Chapter 2

(⚠ warning ⚠ mentions of SH) idk any other warnings but this is just mainly fluff😅)

(Y/N Pov)

"Yes, you shall show me around the school Principal Weems" I said as I saw Weems mouth turn into a small smile "Alright, Y/N let go" Weems said as she turned around and showed me where all the classes where at, We were now in the what they called a Quad "Here's the Quad" Weems said as I looked around "It's a pentagon" I said "I know, but students have been calling it Quad, anyways there are many different type of out-cast here the main four is Fangs,Furs,Stoners, And scales" Weems said with a smile as I got lost in her blue ocean eyes for a little bit "Those are fangs, known as vampires" She said as she pointed at the Vampires "That bunch of knuckleheads are furs, Also known as Werewolf you might want soundproof headphones when it's either a blood moon or full moon Darling" she said as she chuckled a little bit god it was adorable, and also I was very stunned as she call me Darling the name made me blush all the way to my ears and neck "I'm assuming that scales are sirens?"I said as I finally was able to talk with out messing up my words "Yes, You catch on pretty quick Y/N" Weems said with a smile it made her very cute, "And there's the stoners, They are very clueless if I say so myself" she said I laughed a little bit "Did Y/N Y/L/N just laughed!?" She said with a huge smile as she looked at me "I- well call not laugh ever" I said Weems just chuckled as a response

(A hour later)

I started to head back to Weems office to pick up my uniform and my schedule, As I was heading to Weems office I had my head down so I couldn't see who was in front of me I than bumped into a blond hair girl with pink and blue dye at the end of her head, " Oh sorry I didn't see you there" she said with an apologize look on her face "It's fine don't worry about I should be the one saying sorry cause I bumped into you" I said "Anyways, I'm Enid the gossip girl" she said as she smiled "Y/N Y/L/N" I said with no expression on my face "Anyways cya later" she said as she walked away I continued on my way going to Weems till I felt myself smile at the thought of her, Am I actually falling for this woman I wonder to myself, I finally got there after like 5 minutes I knocked on the door twice "Come in" Weems said with her beautiful voice that she have I nearly fainted to the sound of her voice so soothing so soft I open the door wide enough for me to slid in, Weems looked up from her laptop and when she saw me she smiled and pointed a seat next her on the couch (A/N: Yes she was working on the couch) I gladly sat next to her, "I came here to collect my uniform and schedule Miss Weems" I said in a formal voice trying not to sound like I like being very close to her "Oh yeah, I may have forgotten about that, Darling" she said with a slight worry expression but I just gotten even more red when she called me Darling "Anyways, They are over there at my desk I was supposed to take it to you, But it seems like I've been so caught up with work I seem to forget about giving it to you" Weems said "It's fine Miss Weems it happens to the best of us" I said with a slight smile "Oh please you can call me Larissa when school hour is over" Larissa said with a soft warming smile that I could literally faint to, Jesus why did I have to be into older women, I could already feel heat spread across my cheeks all the way to the top of my ears, "Alright, Larissa" I finally said her name repeated in my mind after I said her name it felt so good to say her name I love it, I walked over to her desk to grab my uniform "Y/N before you leave you have a therapy session tomorrow it starts at 10:30Am, So can you wake up at least at 9:30Am?" Larissa asked more like a command "Mhm" I hummed aa a respond at her words "Maybe if you don't escape your therapy session we might go get some hot chocolate at a very cute Cafe, I think you might just like it" Larissa said with a very soothing voice Jesus she would be the death of me "Alright" I responded to her offer I left the office and made my way to my dorm, after the long stairways up to my dorm, I finally got there I opened up my dorm, And turned on the lights while I had my schedule and uniform still in my hand I walked over to my desk, That I had in there, I placed my stuff on top of the desk, I walked over to the light switch and turned it off ot wasn't too dark the moon was shining though my window, So I was able to find my bed I rolled on to my side and fell asleep while the words that Larissa had said to me that night.

(10:00Am)

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my door I just had realized that I slept through my alarm that was supposed to wake me up at 9:30Am "Oh fuck" I whisper yell to myself I opened the door to find a slightly disappointed Larissa. You haven't realize what you were wearing for PJs

(The PJs Y/N were wearing)

(Y/N hair pretend that it's your hair color unless you like the color of it😅)

You had saw Larissa looking up and down at me, so I look down and saw what I was wearing, my scars were visible now my outfit have showed so many of your scars I looked back at Larissa "Sorry I slept through my alarm Miss Weems I promise it won't ever happen again!!" I said with a worry expression while looking up at her "Oh my dove, who have broken your wings my dove?, Here let's rebandage your arms, my little dove" She said with a soft expression as touched my arm softly, worrying that I will break like glass if she touched you with a normal touch, so she touch me lightly, and guild me to your bathroom she had taken off my old bandages, And replaced them with newer bandages she had saw all of the newer ones I created days before you arrived at Nevermore (*A little bit of your past* I've been bullied and laughed at called a freak and other name very harsh names that's why you tend to always escape your past school but you haven't been bullied since you've started at Nevermore so I didn't really cut yourself anymore you've only stop because you didn't want to lose Larissa) "There my sweet dove you should be good to go, Now let get you dress in your uniform, I will wait outside, Alright?" Larissa said as you nodded, did this woman really actually cared for me, I softly smile at the thought that she actually cares about me, She had walked herself out of my dorm, shutting my door behind her, as she waited next to the door, I got dressed into my uniform and walked over to the door, And opened the door and saw Larissa next to the door "I'm done getting dress, Miss Weems" I said to her, She took hold of my hand, And guild me to her car, "You don't have to go to the therapy session if you not comfortable about it we could just go to the cafe, And maybe just draw and drink hot chocolate" Larissa say with a soft smile, I nodded, Larissa took that as a hint that you didn't want to go to the therapy session, so she pull up to a cafe as she parked into in parking lot, She got out and slight jogged to the my door, She opened the door and held up a hand for you to take as soon as you unbuckle yourself, I took her hand, And she close the car door behind me as I hoped out, now you were walking up to the cafe in comfortable silence, when we got in we walked over to the worker there "Hello we would like 2 large hot chocolate please and also with 2 chocolate croissant please" she said in a very soft warming voice "Y/N, you can go find a spot for us to set down, okay" Larissa said, I let go of her hand, And found a spot next to a window, She walked over to the booth I had found she sat on the opposite side of me, my leg had started to slightly shake, Larissa had noticed that I was shaking my leg, So she put a hand on top of mine to help me calm down a little bit at least, I calm down and the shaking had stop as the worker walked over to us with the drinks in their hands she handed me my hot chocolate first and handed the other one to larissa, They than walked back over to the counter and picked up the chocolate croissant in their hands, and they walked back to our booth, I started drinking my hot chocolate, as they handed both of our chocolate croissant, We ate in comfortable silence there wasn't really anything to talk about, "Are you ready to leave, Darling?" Larissa asked I nodded I was about to pull out my wallet until she swat my hand away and paid for it instead "Thank you for paying" I said with a soft slightest smile on my face, looking up at Larissa, had she always been this tall?, I thought to myself, " It's no problem, Darling" Larissa said as she held onto my hand and guild me to her car, she opened my side of the car "What a gentlewoman" I said as me and Larissa chuckled lightly as she reached my buckle to buckle my seatbelt in even tho I could do that by myself, but I let her do what she wanted to do.

(A/N welp)

[needquestionsicanask]

CosWon'Mon

...I fixated on a thing. Again. If anyone cares, this is what I'm talking about. But I did set a few rules for doing this "What If?" scenario, them being: 1.) No more than three legendaries or shinies for the characters who are deific embodiments of physical things and/or metaphysical concepts. 2.) No more than two shinies for the characters who don't qualify in the above point. 3.) No legendaries for the characters who are under point two. There is ONE exception for a certain someone - and it makes sense (to me) to pair that character with that legendary. 4.) Paradox Pokemon are available - but the Scarlet exclusives ones are more for the old character (Cy, Shiro, etc) while Violet is self-explanatory due to the sci-fi elements of Cosmic Wonders. There's some Legend of Arceus sprinkled in there too with the same limitation as the Scarlet'mons.

Cyana:

Sylveon (shiny)

Lycanroc (midnight form) (Shiny)

Gothitelle

Lunatone

Aurorus

Cresselia (She has a shiny Lopunny she keeps more as a pet than a battler)

Shiro:

Roaring Moon

Lunatone (shiny)

Palkia (origin form)

Walking Wake

Kommo-o

Kartana (Also has a shiny Umbreon as a pet)

Grape:

Ditto that has adopted/adapted to Grape’s color

Igglybuff (shiny)

Rotom (any form)

Gengar

Grimmsnarl

Leafeon

Açaí:

Ditto (shiny)

Clefable

Azumarill

Empoleon

Vaporeon

Quagsire

Kevin:

Lycanroc (dusk form) 

Carbink

Iron Thorns

Aggron

Stoutland

Reuniclus

Solaria:

Solgaleo 

Solrock

Victini

Kilowattrel

Altaria

Espeon

Sana:

Primarina 

Raichu (Alolan)

Floatzel

Corsola

Milotic

Palafin (Has a pet Vaporeon that can be seen either chilling at her home or the cafe)

Bah'Rhys:

Decidueye 

Gallade

Alcremie (Technically has a whole army of individual colors and accessories but is usually seen with a vanilla cream with a flower sweet)

Noibat

Polteageist

Indeedee (male) (Has a Sylveon that helps him in the cafe as a mascot of sorts - think Mochi from Big Hero 6)

Chie:

Dachsbun

Appletun

Arboliva

Comfey

Indeedee (female)

Flareon (Eventually meets Diancie, similarly to the plot of Pokémon: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew, but the ending will be different from the movie)

Rei:

Dialga (origin form)

Mew

Musharna (shiny)

Flutter Mane

Hatterene

Alakazam (shiny)

Pario/Ainanis:

Morpeko

Snom

Sirfetch'd

Obstagoon

Giratina (origin form)

Necrozma

Oren:

Exeggutor (Alolan)

Flamigo

Tropius

Tsareena

Ribombee

Ludicolo

Maya:

Lucario 

Absol

Incineroar

Medicham

Tinkaton

Iron Valiant

Kael'Thal:

Lycanroc (midnight form)

Beheeyem

Orbeetle

Armarouge

Iron Hands

Iron Treads

Braiden

Squawkabilly (technically has a whole gang but is usually seen with a blue one)

Persian

Loudred

Chatot

Greedent

Meowscarada

Aoi:

Revavroom

Sandslash (Alolan)

Iron Bundle

Metagross

Iron Treads

Glaceon

Azuri:

Magearna

Indeedee (female) (shiny)

Plusle

Minun

Altaria

Minior (Has all the colors but is typically seen with a blue core) (Keeps an Eevee as a therapy animal)

Nervasahno

Inteleon

Iron Leaves

Iron Valiant

Sirfetch'd

Furret

Nosepass (Keeps an Umbreon as a pet)

Now I'm gonna go back to the shadows, bye! (PS: If by some really, really slim and weird happenstance you see this, P.M. Seymour, if you want/need this deleted I'll do at your command)

#cosmic wonders #coswon #pokemon #pokemon team #fan made pokemon team