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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 2 months

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Hello! The art on this reading is done by me! If yall wanna go check out my art blog its called @starlitghostfawn 🖤🩵🤍

Remember take what resonates, leave all the rest behind but always be open to new experiences!

PILE 1

Crystal: Green Fluorite

Astrology: Aries ♈️, Capricorn ♑️, Pisces ♓️, Virgo ♍️

Figurine: Blossom Bunny

Song: “Memory” by Toby Fox

Pile 3, your inner child has a pixie-like energy that makes them super hyper and happy. However, they have a huge complex about success. They are surrounded by expectations that were put upon them long ago. Now you are the only one putting those expectations on them. They need some time to play. Space to do whatever they please with no pressure to perform or to do your absolute best with no mistakes. Allow mistakes to be made. Allow yourself to be human. You are so hard on yourself and think yourself in circles over the littlest mis-step. Mistakes a part of humanity and being alive. Your inner child is an earth angel that is allowed to learn messily. You will make yourself and others proud even if you take time to let them free.

💚🩷🍡🍐🧚🏿‍♀️🧝🏽💗🌸🌷🪷🐛👛👒🧠🍀🍉💕🍣🍾🎀♻️🛍️🥝🍈🌳🐙🧚🏼💶💖📗🪴🐢

PILE 2

Crystal: Rose Quartz

Astrology: Scorpio ♏️, Taurus ♉️, Cancer ♋️, Aquarius ♒️

Figurine: My Melody

Song: “Wasteland, Baby” by Hozier

Pile 2, your inner child is congratulating and celebrating with you! They have this soft, shy energy. They have asked something from you and you gave it to them! Fantastic job, friend. I think what you have been working on is loving your inner child more actively. You worked through some emotional issues recently and met your inner child where they needed you. It has made your life different but happier! Maybe you showed them a love they haven’t felt before or at least haven’t felt in a long time. I definitely see maybe you did something new with your hair that your inner child finds so fun and fulfilling. I also see you could have worked through the root of an ED and are working on your recovery! Your inner child is so grateful to you. You are learning to love each other and trust each other. Which I see you have worked very hard on. You have been doing your shadow work and healing. It is time to take a break and pour yourself your favorite drink. Appreciate yourself for all the work you have been doing.

🤍🩷💛🐭🍯🥼🌸🩰🦢💑🎟️💒🔑🧺🛁🐰🌺👙🍰👻🌼🫀💅🏻🫖🧁💝⚜️⚱️💿🍭🍌🥞🐩

PILE 3

Crystal: Angelite

Astrology: Sagittarius ♐️, Gemini ♊️, Leo ♌️, Libra ♎️

Figurine: Cinnamoroll

Song: “always, i’ll care” by Jeremy Zucker

Hello, pile 3! Your inner child's energy is like a fire-cracker. They have a very spicy energy but it feels very tame. An outside force (probably a mother or another feminine role model) definitely shoved them in a box early on. Your spicy energy goes unappreciated by you because of how some of your inner child has been hidden away. Two things I think would be important for you to know about this. First, you are free of this third party who judged you. You don’t have them hanging over your shoulder anymore. You are free to let your inner child be themselves. Second thing, your inner child’s aggression is a very useful and protective tool. Let them get angry. Let them bark at people. Not allowing that energy out is less protective than relaxing and permitting them to protect you from people or things that you know hurt you. I know you’re scared to empower them. Their discomfort is worthy of being addressed. You don’t have to keep them away to remain safe anymore. You are 100% allowed to be a little brat sometimes and there is nothing wrong with that. Anger is part of the human experience and is important to keep some control over but not a total domination. Free the little one.

🩵🤍🌊⚗️📖🔪💦🏳️❄️🦋🛜💎🔭✉️🍚🪼👗🔂🛏️🗯️🧊💍📘♿️🪥💀🕯️🥶🫂👖🐋☁️

-ghost 👻🩵

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boxofbonesfic · 2 months

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"why am i even bothering to write and post anything at all?"

"ngl that makes me not want to post anymore lmfao"

Because you have people reading???? Like tf? I'm not trying to be rude, but while you are lamenting over racist people not reading your work (as are other writers that I follow) don't forget about the people who do engage, read, comment, send ask, gently requesting updates to stories because writers get pissed off if updates are demanded, and champion your writing. Some of us actively searched for black writers and stories.

I understand wanting a lot of engagements, I do, but I'm starting to feel shafted as a reader who is doing all the things these writers ask for and yet read these posts in which the writers threatened to quit writing fics because there's only 100 notes. Have you looked through the notes? Do you not see familiar usernames over and over again? So it's not many of us, and that is truly unfortunate, but the group is loyal. Stray words and so many others have already left.

Just like you're feeling unappreciated as a writer, I'm feeling unappreciated as a reader because yall (poc writers) essentially tell me there is nothing more that I can do to make you feel wanted enough to stay.

I'm sorry you feel like this, but the reality is that we're black. Whether in real life or digital, this is how the world treats us. We will have to work harder for less. It shouldn't be like this, but life aint been fair to us for centuries now. I do what you ask, so I ask that you focus on the small group of us that follow your writing through.

…i’m sorry that people sending me racist asks effects me? i’m human, too? i’m a person too? like i’m not made of stone, people being cruel to me does hurt me, it does leave lasting effects on my mental health? i didn’t threaten to quit writing, i talked about how that ask, combined with my ever decreasing engagement made me feel.

of course i look through my notes. conversely, do you see me responding to comments? asks? i’ve posted several times now about trying to commit to a more regular update schedule, about finishing my outstanding work. have you not seen any of that? i’m not leaving, but am i not allowed to speak on my experience? i’ve been back a week, and i’m already getting racist anons.

chastising me for being human and feeling a way when people are cruel to me is not how you get consistent updates, nor is it how you encourage me to stick it out. just because that’s the reality doesn’t make it right, and it doesn’t make it easier as a black content creator. i’m trying to be here, to update consistently, to be the change i want to see, but it is fucking hard, it is painful, and i’m sorry that you don’t like hearing that. feel free to follow my library blog to avoid it, i only reblog updates and new work there.

we have a saying in Jamaica: “pressure bust pipe”. i’m sorry black authors have been dropping like flies, but we are people. how much are we supposed to take without saying anything? i really don’t know what else to say other than that i’m trying.

sorry.

#ask the bones #hey nonny nonny ho ho #voice from the bones

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babybratzmaraj · 10 days

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Fairytale Part 2: unappreciated

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Summary: After a week of being a assistant for Javion, you weren’t shit but exhausted, you just might’ve reached your breaking point. Until…

Warnings: contains foul language, dual povs, sexual content, drug and alcohol use (teehee) brief arguments (and by argument its just {REDACTED}

A/N: brainrot! im loving this series suarrr much, this is the chapter i said we will be whores on but IT WILL BURN SLOWLY AFTER THIS😭 my mind went other places, hope you enjoy this one, like comment n reblog fa mo!

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

You had your AirPods on blasting your usual playlist, Slow Down by Bobby V. had your hips swaying like Ava from Abbott Elementary

💫Slow down, I just wanna get to know you. But don't turn around, 'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me. Slow down, Never seen anything so lovely Now turn around And bless me with your beauty, cutie💫

You had Jay’s stream on your iPad while your music played off your phone, tapping on the right one in your ear to pause your music, you tuned in to hear his stream. He was reacting to Like That by Metro Boomin, Future, and Kendrick Lamar, and man did he love it, you heard his screams of excitement from the kitchen, you resumed your music, glad one of yall were having a good week.

It hasn’t been a full week and you were stressed the fuck out, and he did not make it better not one bit. Most days were sane and stable because Shanae was there, but on the days she had to go see her OB/GYN? felt like a badass kid in a store. The responses grew colder, he did not listen and he avoided you every chance he got, if it wasn't for the dispensary G hooked you up on, you would have been lost your shit.

You took a hit of your pen and tucked it back in your bra, washing the dishes that were left in the sink by the residents of the house.

Call it your inner mama, but cleaning with some nice music always destressed you, the dishes piled up more since you got here and it’s been bugging you every time you ask him to wash them and he completely ignores you. You reached your breaking point but you refuse to back down now, mama ain't raise no bitch!

You paused your music just in time to listen to Javion give his opinion on the song: “I fuck with all parties involved, but Drake ain’t gone do shit, Cole waiting to drop his response because we know that nigga strategic with his shit. Actually, My nigga Cole caught a stray if you think about it.”

“On god he did! My nigga Jermaine ain't do shit!” you yelled at the screen as if he could hear you, which he and his chat did.

“‘Who the fuck was that?’ Yo mama. I was banging her and she making me breakfast as we speak nigga.” He clapped back at a commenter, making you chuckle.

You felt somewhat happy that he took your defense in a way, even after all of these days he's been ignoring you, you take what you can get from the little shit.

You ignored the rest of the stream as you resumed your music again, returning your focus to the dishes still in the sink, putting some elbow grease into these dishes.

He put his stream on a commercial break to stretch his legs, thinking of a nice but not too-nice way to tell you to keep it down. Javion didn’t inform his followers that he would be having a new assistant/manager, so as of right now, you were a private residence.

He walked out of his room to hear pots and pans and plates clanging around, growing more concerned about what you were doing.

Jogging down the stairs, the closer he got, the more he realized you were doing the dishes, the smell of green apple dawn dish soap and bleach smacking his nostrils.

“Damn!” He shouted fanning his nose, “Smell like you down here cleaning a murder scene.” His comment fell on ghost’s ears as he couldn’t see your airpods.

He shook his head as he examined his newly washed dishes, he hadn’t seen any of these plates in weeks, so he picked up one to see his reflection with no problem.

“OH bashota,” he heard you breathe, turning his head to see you leaning forward clenching your heart. “Youn know how to make yourself known?” you questioned him while tapping your chest, “Giving a nigga heart palpitations.”

“I said some ‘bout a murder scene, you ain't hear that?” He sat the plate down on the sink, staring directly into your eyes.

You threw a face at him before removing an airpod, his eyebrows raising from realization. “My bad, didn’t know you was listening to something.”

“I’s forgives you massa, I’ll keeps it down.” you joked, making him smile a bit showing you his pearly whites.

“Thank you. save that pretty voice for the party tonight.” he softly hit your shoulder before turning around and walking back up the stairs.

Shit. With all the management shit and runarounds and cleaning you've been doing, you completely forgot about the party in a few hours for his 100k subscribers that he hit two days into your stay and he had to celebrate it, by throwing a house party.

You stared at the outfit you had on the bed, still trying to figure out if you were going to hide yourself in your room or force yourself to be the social butterfly you wished you were.

You bit the corner of your bottom lip, staring at your phone and then the fit. Sighing a big irked sigh, you facetimed your best friend, praying that she answered the phone.

The phone swooped and there was Megan, propping her phone on the counter chopping up onions, “What’s it to ya toots?”

“Fashion meeting pretty princess.” You propped your phone on the nightstand.

“At your service Bunny boo, what's the problem?”

“My outfit for this damn party tonight,” you rubbed your temple, “I’m afraid it's too boring.”

“Throw it on and let me decipher,” she asked politely.

You took off your hoodie and basketball shorts for the planned-out outfit, you tipped your glasses up the bridge of your nose and zipped up the jacket before stepping back into the frame.

She gave you a look before tossing the diced onions in a bowl, “Bitch don’t piss me off, I like this fit.”

“You do?” you gave yourself a once over, snapping your neck around to the mirror behind you.

“Yes, Plus who gives a fuck what the fuck you look like? It’s not they problem nor job to deal with it.” she said waving the knife around, “And if they gotta mu’fuckin problem widdit, tell 'em to give you some money!”

“Money makes the world go around.”

“All around town.” she finished, dragging all of her words making you both giggle.

“What are you even making? cutting up veggies n shit like you Gordan Ramsey.”

“I'm making me some breakfast.” she answered, pouring the egg mixture into the skillet.

“It’s 7:48 pm.” You reminded her, causing her head to jerk to the side.

“Mother if you don’t get off my phone! I is a grown-up!”

“A grown-up who probably left a piece of shell in the eggs.”

“Bye Felicia!” she hung up the phone, probably proving your point.

You chuckled and grabbed your phone, walking out of your room to hear Shanae and G having their usual bickering session, because, of course, he didn’t get the other chicken option.

You laughed to yourself, prepping your mind to tell your boss he needs to start getting ready and head downstairs. ‘Hey Jay, get ya clothes on, party starts in 10’. You rehearsed multiple times approaching his door.

You fuckin hated talking to him, not because he’s a bad person, he's great with others but shit with you, you just couldn’t understand why the fuck he resents you so much.

Kicking your nerves in the ass, you opened the door to him fully dressed and ready for the party, his room smelling like nothing but toothpaste and cologne fresh off of a Macy's commercial. “What?”

“I see you ready, so you gotta head downstairs in 5 minutes to help them with how you want everything.”

“They know how I like shit, they don’t need me or you,” He shot at you, your heart dropping into your stomach.

The way he spat his response just made you tear up, the coldness making you anxiously hot.

“Ok but still,”

“But still nothing, they don’t need me. You dismissed.” He waved you off, heating your face up to the point hell couldn’t even compete with you.

“You know the fuck what,” you finally snapped, having enough of his shit. “You wanna act like a fuckin’ female? Be my fuckin’ guest, but you ain't finna snap on me like I’m some fuckin pussy ass bitch.”

The weight that came off your shoulders was so relieving, but you weren’t done. “After this fuckin party? I QUIT! I won’t be your assistant, We both can enjoy this party, I’ll go home after. Everyone Wins! So fuck you, Jay.”

You slammed the door walking down the stairs to Shanae and Gerald's eyes bugged out like they just walked in on two people doing drugs. “Let’s go get that chicken G.” You insisted, after all, it was your last day being an assistant to this household.

You walked out of the house into the Dallas heat and it distracted you from the tears that came, your face becoming sticky and wet from the salty tears. “You Good?” G asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Just ready to enjoy my time.”

You stood in the corner with a red cup with your drink and a blunt intertwined with your fingers. You didn’t smoke anything besides a pen inside the house out of respect but that went out the window, plus other niggas were doing it too so boohoo.

You bopped your head to the music, You hired a DJ but you gave him some songs to play and you smiled when the song you chose played, happily sipping on your drink.

Shanae waved you over to the food table with two freshly manicured fingers mouthing something to you but you couldn’t make out what, you were a little crossfaded with the music blasting right in your ear.

After the blowup you had, You and G went shopping for drinks and you took it as a chance to buy some Russian Cream Backwoods, almost fighting G who battled with you to pay for your stuff, he won the battle when he sipped the cashier his card when you went to get other snacks.

You took one long last inhale before putting out your blunt, exhaling, you put your blunt behind your ear like a pencil.

She pulled you into a hug, rocking you both side to side, “I know he being an asshole love,” She said a little louder to compete with the music. “Do not let him fuck up your mood, enjoy this party and enjoy your time.” she broke the hug to rub your arms with her thumbs, “We will talk about this in the morning when we had enough rest and everyone is calmer.”

You smiled to hide the fact you were almost brought to tears. You had been brought to tears at the fact that someone didn’t see you as the villain, that you weren’t automatically the bad guy for standing up for yourself.

You mouthed her a sweet thank you and returned her hug with a sweeter one. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back down in 10 minutes.”

She nodded and pointed to the one upstairs. The bottom one was for the guest and the residents used the upstairs one, you were glad she reminded you because you were crossfaded as fuck.

You sat down your cup and grooved up the stairs walking past your room which you locked. Glad you did, not because of people, just to keep you calm and not have one of those paranoid highs.

You finally reached the bathroom and closed the door behind you, staring at yourself in the mirror, you finally let everything out. The tears, the little curses turned into sounds of tiny wails of exhaustion, and your legs buckled but you found the support of the sink keeping you up and your feet grounded, everything you had kept from this week was coming out and it felt fuckin amazing.

You breathed short breaths until your breathing regulated, wishing you had your cup with you to drown out your sadness, you just had a blunt behind your ears which you forgot about till now.

The door opened and you quickly turned towards the wall that faced away from the door, not letting who even walked in see you weak, you hated that shit.

“You crying?” Javion asked, sounding genuinely concerned, which had you stuck. He never sounded like that towards you, which made you cry harder.

You yelped as you felt his hands pick you up as if you were as light as a baby and set you on the sink, his deep brown eyes searching for something in yours. You both were silent. No words, no movement, not even someone else to ruin the moment, just words being exchanged through eyes and all you could see were apologies and worriment.

He cupped your face in his big soft hands, rubbing away your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” he repeated his apologies, resting his head on yours.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you as he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, rocking you both side to side, and you finally saw what you've been yearning for, been wanting to experience from him, been craving for him to be towards you, caring and loving.

“Please don’t leave, I didn’t mean it.” he begged

“You can just treat me like shit and just expect me to stay loving,” you managed to say through your tears, choking up on your words. “Breathe then speak.” He rubbed your back slowly, giving small pats in between.

You finally returned his hug, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt at ease, relieved that you two were not enemies anymore, happy that you two were having a moment, a moment you two can look back at and smile at.

He broke the hug and returned his gaze to yours, his eyes now not as heavy as before. You smiled at his face, feeling your face heated up. You felt like you were on a cloud, a goddess looking at her perfectly built god, his smile growing wider than yours, felt like you were dreaming this whole thing. “Am I dreaming?”

“This ain’t a mu’fuckin’ dream.” He smiled, locking the door beside him. You caught him looking at your lips while he licked his, “Do sum,” and he did, crashing his lips onto yours. You tasted his cherry chapstick on your mango lip gloss with a hint of Tequila. he removed your gray jacket and tossed it on the floor, returning his arms back around your body.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed, but what you did know? you were kissing your boss and you didn’t give a fuck, guilt can settle in tomorrow morning.

The attraction you had for him before you took this position all came rushing back, the days you’d wish you can just see what he felt inside of you just made your pussy flutter, his voice was the cherry on top, you just knew he could talk you through it.

“Stay with me,” He spoke between kisses, picking you up off the sink making you tighten your grip around his neck.

“Jay!” You shrieked, grabbing onto him and he chuckled, pissing you off a little.

It ticked you but made you happier than a kid in a candy store that he was able to pick you up, you've been a big girl all your life and we’re jealous that you weren’t going able to experience shit skinny girls do, but Javion debunked your insecurities by carrying you to his room, closing the door with his foot and locking it.

He set you on the bed, standing back up to remove his beige satin pants while you removed yours, thanking god you didn’t wear granny panties tonight.

Smiling at each other with lust-filled glares, he returned on top of you, placing kisses on your neck while he slowly pressed his bulge against your wetness. “Don’t leave me,” He moaned onto your neck, hooking your legs on his shoulders as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, continuing his steady pace.

His gold chain dangled in your face as he rocked his hips into you, your moans filled the air and covered the room corner to corner, wall to wall, he just felt amazing, making you wonder what the real thing would be like.

“Fuck,” you moaned grabbing the back of your legs while he leaned in between your legs, giving you lazy sloppy kisses, his tongue desperately searching for yours.

Without breaking the kiss, he flipped you two over so that you were now on top, he laid his back down on the bed so that now you were in control, and that was all that you needed.

You rested your hands on his chest to steady yourself, breathing a shaky breath, you rocked your hips in a circle, feeling his member press into your wet entrance which boosted the little demon that sat on your right shoulder.

“Use me,” He growled, “Use me like the good little whore you are.” and you did, quickening your pace almost spelling words on his thick member.

“Fuckkk,” You both hissed in unison, his hand repeatedly smacking your ass leaving pleasurable stings of pain on each cheek when you felt something form in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m finna cum, baby girl.” He gripped your hips and moved your lower half with his to match his pace, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “Use me,” you threw back at him.

He moaned lowly, searching for your hands as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You rested your head on his chest as your legs started to shake uncontrollably, moaning into each other's ears as he rutted into you through each other's orgasms.

“Ou, Fuck!” you shook for a few minutes until you went completely numb, twitching whenever you felt him twitch as well.

The room that was once filled with moans was silent, with nothing but asymmetrical breathing and the bass from the music down below, you giggled loosely as he rubbed your back to bring you back to reality.

You couldn’t lie, that was the best sex-but-not-actual-sex you had in a while, didn’t even think you could do all of that but you did, and it felt good as fuck, even if it was with your boss.

You two stayed in the same position for however many minutes passed by, his chest rising and falling underneath you.

“You good?” he asked, checking his Apple watch.

“I am now.”

“Good, because I was due for a speech 20 minutes ago.” he swiftly reminded you that there was a party going on downstairs.

“SHIT!” you jumped off him and scurred to find your pants, sobering up little by little. “Why didn’t you say shit?”

“They coulda waited, they waited this much.” he smirked, raising up to pull his pants to his knees.

“Besides the point! An assistant is supposed to keep you on trac- Where is my jacket?”

“In the bathroom.”

“See! This is why I need to get sat in a corner.” you sighed before rushing out of the room to the bathroom.

He calmly walked down the stairs, immediately getting dragged by Shanae to the party area, “I’m kick yo fuckin ass, you better give this speech and hope ion kick yo skinny scrawny ass into the next eclipse.” She threatened with a smile on her face like she did this shit one too many times, and she did, it’ll be your turn soon.

She scooted him into the living room and signaled to the DJ to tone down the music, as the DJ obliged, he passed off the microphone to Jay, his smile waved across his face as he tried to find some words.

“Ian gone lie, I don’t know what the fuck to say,” The room erupted in laughter, it was very on brand for him to just blurt shit, one of the things that made him relatable and loved.

“I do want to thank the folks who followed me, this whole shit wouldn’t have even been possible without y’all. My mama, for believing in a nigga, and not kickin’ my ass out.” he nervously chuckled. “Her brother, My uncle. He ain't a man of many words, just don’t give that nigga a Budweiser and we good!” He joked with scattered laughter as a reaction. “My best friend, who I owe my whole career to,”

He zoned out until he met with your eyes, fighting a smile which he ended up losing very badly while waving you over. “And to my new assistant, who I can’t wait to share many memories with and hopefully won’t leave my ass with the coyotes.” The room stared at you along with him and gave you an applause, mouthing the words ‘We forever.’ while nobody was looking at him.

He watched you slowly approach him, shyly waving at the applauding audience. As you reached the spot next to him, he threw his arm around you, scooting you closer to him you could almost taste the cologne he reapplied before walking back down into the party.

“Thank you all, please, enjoy yall selves for the rest of the party, and don't fuck up my shit.” he ended, setting the mic on the DJ booth, scooping you away from the people of the party, away from the attention that could be drawn to you two.

“You good?” He asked, facing you towards him with his back to the crowd.

“I’m horny, high, and ready to sleep, what do you think I am?”

“One of my elite employees!” he jokingly smiled making you burst out of laughter, not caring if anyone heard you at this point. “They still want this meeting tomorrow, do you still want to go through with it?” He checked in on you, reminding you of your blowup which you wish you didn’t have, but if you didn’t, none of this would be happening.

“Yes, we just have to set shit straight, no bullshit, just gonna get it over with, and man you look sexy in this lighting,” you confessed, a chuckle leaving both of yall’s lips. “Go enjoy yourself, you can have a piece of me in the morning.” he rubbed your back, smiling at you, closing your eyes while you licked your lips.

“I’ma go get some punch, I’ll see you around boss.” you tapped his chest as you walked away, not turning around as he stared holes in each spot of your body. He shook his head and smiled, he was ready for what adventure god would throw at him, as long as you were by his side.

#fairytale♥️#yourrage x black!reader #yourrage fics #yourrage x black reader #told by bratz #Spotify

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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Howdy~! Hope yall are well uwu If I may, could I put in a request for a Fem!Reader who feels unappreciated by their S/O, such as Law or Mihawk? If you could write how they make it up to them, and it doesn't matter if it's SFW or NSFW. Thank you for your time and work ;u; ♡

requested by: anon written by: lemon (@eustasssimp) a/n: pronouns were hard to fit, sorry!

Mihawk x GN reader

SFW Prompt: reader feels under appreciated wc: 0.5k

As much as I love him, it’s easy to feel underappreciated by Mihawk. Not because he doesn’t appreciate you, but he often takes the assumption that you know he appreciates you. He does little things for you all the time, brings you tea, cooks you meals, but still, there are moments where you can’t help feel underappreciated

He would notice something was off, but wouldn’t necessarily ask you or address it right away. The warlord wouldn’t assume that he did something, not because he doesn’t think he’d ever be the problem, but because he knows unprompted self doubt can lead to situations blowing more out of proportion than they need to be.

So, all that being said, you’d have to come up to him and bring up that you feel underappreciated. It might be best to state that, rather than ask him if he appreciates you, because Mihawk could very easily just answer “yes of course” then not elaborate unless you prod him to. He’s not a man of many words, not a man of big grandiose actions (despite the grandiose nature of his castle), but he’s also not a ‘bare minimum’ kind of partner. He enjoys the simple, small, somewhat mundane and domestic side of a relationship.

But, if he understands that you might need more, that he was failing to consider how you felt about the relationship, he won’t take your concerns lightly. He’s not going to buy you something huge or expensive, or take you on some frivolous vacation, but he does better to recognize and appreciate the efforts you make.

Instead of just silently cooking your favorite when you have a bad day, he’ll offer to draw you a bath, bring you your favorite book and encourage you to take the evening off, that you’ve worked hard. If you were comfortable with it, he’d help wash you, strong but gentle hands working through your hair to wash and rinse it, washing and slightly massaging the expanse of your back, spending extra time on your shoulders because he can feel how tense they are.

Mihawk would leave you letters, too. He’s not one to talk much, even to his significant other (though he talks to them the most), but his brain is always alive with thoughts, and often thoughts of you distract him more than he’d care to admit. So, leaving words unspoken but not unknown, he writes them down for you, leaving them on your bedside table, your favorite book, the bag you’ve packed before your next journey. Never handing them to you directly, leaving them for you to find on your own as a small surprise every now and again.

You wouldn’t have to tell him twice that you feel underappreciated. When he recognizes a fault he’ll do what it takes to amend it, more than willing to make adjustments to help make you happier. He assumes and expects the same from you, helping your relationship to find a nice balance of give, take, and share between the two of you.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #one piece x reader #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #lemon writes

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the-forgotten-jack · 6 months

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decided to do lore on an au i haven't told any of you about, so yall get some new food today 🙃

@karineverse come get yo noms

so, it doesn't really have a name, and it isn't really an au. it's more like the omega timeline. it's a small corner of the multiverse, where the performers of the aus can come together and perform. this is home to quite a few of my... less fortunate, yet more talented, creations, such as Isa, Frost, Blaze, Oceana, and others like them.

this corner of the multiverse was originally Frost and Isa's au, but after i sort of gave up on it, it ended up getting repurposed in my mind as a refuge and theater for those whose talents went unnoticed or unappreciated.

#a god's bullshit #godly creations

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wildxard · 1 year

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝.

Small Yoriichi Type Zero fic that I wrote based off of a HC Zeroshiki's #1 fan wrote, and when I wrote this I didn't think it would actually be this long.

[First Post] I apologize for any grammar errors I'm writing on my phone yall.

SPOILERS FOR YORIICHI'S BACKSTORY.

["Forever is a long time." They said, yet Yoriichi never truly thought about it. Time to him was precious, he didn't think about how long the word 'forever' truly was. It never once called to him that one day he'd experience 'forever'.]

[Quietly under a dim sky, he sat along a small field of open grass with his brother. Not once did Michikatsu dare even spare him a glance. Though he didn't mind it. He loved his brother, even if he hated him.]

[Even as Michikatsu rips up the grass beneath them out of boredom, grumbling and ranting about how 'perfect' Yoriichi was, and how 'unappreciated' he was. Yoriichi never saw it that way.]

[He only admired his brother, he wanted to be like him. He felt as if it was Michikatsu who didn't appreciate himself enough. His dim, yet awfully warm eyes traced his movements as he watched his elder brother train. He could only smile, he was proud of his brother at least, even if their father wasn't.]

[—--Quietly, under the shade of a warm roof, sipping some nice tea, Yoriichi cannot help but feel enlightened. On his journey, he saved a kind hearted man named Sumiyoshi from a demon, who had offered him some tea. If he was honest with himself, he still regretted quite a lot of things. He couldn't kill Muzan before, even when he was only several inches from death. He can only look down on himself.His heart feels cold for once.Even as he holds Sumire, tears streaming down his face, he can only tell himself 'This is what you could have had,' and he hates himself for it.]

[—--But where does time go, when life gives out?He doesn't doubt the pit of dread in him, he doesn't even deny it. He feels nothing until something does come.]

[Yoriichi feels sick for once. Sick to his stomach as he hears the news about his twin brother. He asks himself constantly, 'Is there something I could have done?']

[The hard reality of it all was that there wasn't much else he could do now. Maybe if he hadn't taken up the blade, his brother would have stayed. Maybe if he followed his father's wishes, he'd still be here.]

[But alas fate doesn't stop. Especially on those it deems worthy enough to set a course for others. He looks down, almost lifeless. He didn't want this. He wants to see his brother.]

[—--Time is short. He figured that out quite quickly. He's grown from no one to someone. That's what others, like his father, have told him. He doesn't know why he feels at ease as his brother approaches him once again, six demonic, yet pained eyes all focusing on him.]

[He sees it, for just a moment. Something that neither his body or mind can process. The flesh-made blade falls down to his brother's side. He can't exactly see it, but he knows it's there. His brother's reluctance, the look of sheer hatred. Under it all is regret. Just like he holds, only far more intense.]

[Regret is a flame that burns and leaves no one intact.]

[His body feels worn out, his eyes drooping to a close as he feels more tired than anything. He sees his brother come forward, his feet light on the ground as a burst of speed engulfs him. But he never felt the hit. It came, he knows it did.]

[Yoriichi feels lighter as his soul leaves his body. He steps back, a fragment of himself. He sees his brother strike his body countlessly as he can only watch. He's confused now. "Did you hate me that much, brother?" He asks. It's to no avail.Where is he exactly, in this place?]

[Yoriichi sits down by his blade, the shadow of his former life waiting for something to happen. He can't tell if he's dead or not.]

[—--Yoriichi has learned that the quiet suits him. It has given him time to think about his actions, and his life in general. His memory is sharper than his blade. He remembers from the moment he was born, all the way until death. Maybe it's because he's dead that he has this sharp memory.]

[A young black smith has been tinkering on a doll for quite some time now. Yoriichi recognized it to be himself. But not exactly. It has six arms, he didn't know why.]

[They rested his blade inside of the doll, he feels himself getting pulled as if his entire being is the sword. His soul rests inside the doll, and it feels cold. Frigid, lifeless, and mechanical. For some reason, he doesn't seem to mind it much. Yoriichi feels them turn the key, and he's awakened.]

[—--But oh does he regret it now. There wasn't much he could do as a doll. He's fought countless slayers, all of them complaining it was impossible to beat the doll. He didn't think he was that strong. He was simply humble.]

[Even Hashira failed to beat him. Yoriichi is scared for the future. But he's also scared for himself, surprisingly.]

[He's now experiencing what 'Forever' truly meant.]

[He's been stuck in the same doll for years. He stopped counting at 132. Finally, a new opponent steps up. He bickers and playfully argues with the child who was watching over him. The doll has slowly deteriorated, and his soul feels like it's slipping out.]

[He's so close to freedom.]

[As he battles the young teenager, he notices he looks awfully like Sumiyoshi. A name he had nearly forgotten. It's been so long, he feels like crying. Yet the hardened lifeless shell keeps him from doing so. Emotionless, yet so full of it. He notices his earrings on the boy, and he wants to smile. He and the young Kamado battle once more, his six arms slicing skillfully through the air, his opponent barely dodging it. He hasn't eaten or has had anything to drink in days, and he silently apologizes to him. He knows that feeling too well.]

[The rain no longer feels cold and freeing. It feels like acid as it erodes him.]

[He doesn't give up though, no definitely not. His opponent is dead set on beating him. He seems grateful. His blades sweep low, only to miss? He swears he saw him right there. And then it happens.]

[The head of the doll shatters and he's freed. He feels his soul leave the doll, and he can't help but smile, streams of tears running down his face.]

[He's so so grateful. He wishes to express it, but he can only smile at him. "Thank you, Kamado. I can't express that enough." He says, and he sees him look up.]

Did he hear him? He couldn't have, Yoriichi is dead. Yet the teen seems to smile and mouth a 'You're welcome.' He doesn't know how, but he's freed.]

[It's over now, forever is no more.]

#zeroshiki #yoriichi type zero #yoriichi tsugikuni #michikatsu tsugikuni #kokushibo #kny #demon slayer

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orlamccools · 9 months

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fkdksksk

so like. two of my friends are on a week long trip rn and i understand that i couldntve gone bc of work and scheduling and stuff but they made a whole thing about wanting to make sure i didnt feel like i was being purposefully excluded and that i was a valued member of the trio and then they proceeded to completely exclude me from any discussion abt said trip and now theyre on said trip fucking talking about it in the group chats were in and its making me feel incredibly shitty lol!!!! like damn….i told yall when i found about it after you purposefully hid it from me that it made me feel really unappreciated and unwelcomed to do something like that, and then they proceeded to continue to hide it in some ways but also like. brag abt it being a special trip for just the two of you in our shared group chats like yeah that really makes me feel included and like you care about me no notes at all 😍😍😍😍

#maddie mumbles #probably gonna delete but im sick of feeling like shit bc people who i care about excluding me!!!!

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romeoandjulietyouwish · 2 years

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is there one au that you prefer to make hcs abt? i dont want to send some for one you don't want to do

You seriously don't ever need to worry about that my dude! I'm always happy to make hcs with yall in any au! And hell, start your own au if you want, you guys always have really fucking good ideas. But to actually answer your question, I'd love to make some hcs about any of my aus that don't have that many hcs already: Percy's deal au, foster care au, or medieval au.

And I always love making hcs about unappreciated characters in the fandom like Pike, Grog, Kaylie, Marion, Gilmore, Astrid and Eadwulf. Honestly, getting any requests for characters that aren'ts Vex, Percy, Vax, or Keyleth make me so happy <3 (I love them all very very much but I do get lots of asks about them)

#lis talks

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assignedmagicianatbirth · 5 years

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Ive seen a lot of posts from people complaining about some of the picrews popular on tumblr right now. This isnt about people pointing out how artists should do a better job of inclusivity, especially with darker skin tones, that's completely valid

But for those complaining about how kids on tumblr are making them with "ugly" art styles, first, ask yourself:

Did you pay the artist?

Did you

Pay

The artist?

Did you pay the artist?

Did you pay the fucking artist?

No? Then shut up.

#thank u #repetition #picrew #opinion #will i argue with u because u think i care about what art styles are ugly #no #goodness #some of yall are unappreciative #if u dont like the art style #than dont play it #real simple #jackspeaks

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nixotinix · 2 years

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tell me the dnd stories

Hoo ok this was the last thing I expected to get in my inbox but ty!

There was that one time our rogue was hiding behind a tree but she talked out of turn. I had her roll a persuasion check to convince the bad guy that she was a tree. Nat 20. So the bad guy just went "yeah ok" and kept fighting the cleric. That's the only Nat 20 my players have got so far in the campaign, and it was on the tree check.

Then there was that time where both PCs (the players are brother and sister, btw) lied and said that they were on their honeymoon since our rogue was in a wedding dress. They still need to return that dress and pay the damage fee.

And then our rogue, who is the source of all chaos in this campaign, tried to convince a king that she was his long lost first cousin twice removed. Didn't work, obviously. She was wearing a burnt and stained wedding dress.

Then, in a puzzle room to get the second check, the players (plus the npc that was helping) were in a room full of mirrors that they needed to look into to find where to put specific items. The cleric saw a few pressure plates on the bookshelves, but didn't know what to do. So he turns to me, the DM, and says "I break the mirrors." And, if you remember, they needed those mirrors to progress. So I looked at the player with the most dumbfounded look I've ever made in my life and just said "you. You needed those mirrors."

Oh and there was that one time that the rogue failed all her death saves so she died but some random adventurer came along and looted her corpse so we just changed the name and used the same character sheet

Oh also. Our rogue's last name is Quesadilla.

We've only had 2 sessions so far but we're meeting back up in a week or so so look forward to more of those lol

#dnd #dnd 5e #dnd stories #dnd homebrew #dungeon master things #dungeons and dragons #ive done a metric fuckton of worldbuilding since our last session it's very fun #i have some environment drawings if yall wanna see em!#our rogue is certainly something #earth genasi rogue and ice elf cleric. what could go wrong?#also! tysm tasty-fren for reblogging literally every single one of my posts #it does not go unappreciated and gives me much serotonin :)#cursing tw

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Pomegranate Seeds 3

well we got some BIG projecting going on here. if yall didn’t know i had mommy issues before, you sure as fuck do now 😂😂😂

Warnings: insecure Jask, allusions to verbally abusive/manipulative parents, lmao rebellious jask, good ole miscommunication between jask and geralt - but solved quickly, lol swearing

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Letter after letter reached Jaskier in the underworld, and time after time, he destroyed them. He didn’t tell Geralt, telling himself it was because the ruler of the underworld had more important things to deal with. He didn’t want to admit he was scared Geralt would send him packing.

Eventually, Demeter resorted to threats. Threats of famine that she followed through on. She underestimated just how like her Jaskier was, though. He didn’t dignify her tantrum with a response.

When she sent messengers, he started to worry.

He told Charon to alert him, not Geralt, if another god or goddess came to visit, even one of the more senior demigods. He didn’t want to take any chances. Geralt didn’t need to know anyway.

But Geralt noticed something was off.

Jaskier would say he was tired, or he couldn’t perfect a specific verse of the song he was writing. Usually it worked, but it was only ever a salve, never a cure, for Geralt’s suspicions.

“What’s wrong, love?” Geralt cradled him in his lap, lounging in the now lavish courtyard under the pomegranate tree Jaskier had brought back from the brink of death.

Jaskier nuzzled closer, “I’m just ti-”

“No, I asked you what’s wrong,” Geralt insisted, giving him a gentle squeeze and placing a kiss to the top of his head.

“It’s nothing,” Jaskier lied, hoping the sigh he accidentally let slip didn’t register, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

Geralt hummed and went quiet for a moment before he curled a bit tighter around Jaskier and whispered, “Do you want to go home?”

Jaskier scrambled up, sputtering and terrified, “Did she get to you?!” When Geralt just looked at him with an unreadable expression he started to panic, feeling hot tears welling up in his eyes as he did his best to keep his voice steady, “Don’t send me back. Please, Geralt. Anything but that.”

“I’d never,” Geralt soothed, standing and hesitantly reaching for Jaskier’s hand.

He eyed the offer warily, sniffing and trying to calm himself, “Then why would you say that?”

“I thought you were unhappy. You’ve been… acting strange.”

Jaskier ignored Geralt’s outstretched hand, choosing to wrap himself around Geralt’s torso and bury his face in the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry. I’ll be better tomorrow. It’s just, uhm. I’m just a bit off.”

Geralt instinctively held him tighter, “Jaskier I want you to be happy, not ‘better’.”

Jaskier just hummed, swallowing back his unshed tears.

“Who were you talking about?”

For a moment, Jaskier had to remind himself to breathe before he could respond, “Hm?”

“You asked if someone had ‘gotten’ to me?”

Tears spilled regardless of Jaskier’s best efforts, “My mother. She wants me to come back. She’s been sending letters and messengers.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“Never,” Jaskier insisted, “This is the most freedom I've ever had. I don’t have to hide in the treetops to feel any sense of calm, I get to make decisions, I make things grow when I want, for whom I want.”

Geralt ran a hand over his hair, resting it at the base of his skull and brushing his thumb through the little hairs behind his ear, “You don’t ever have to leave. I love you. I want you here.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier whispered, “I’m just scared.”

Geralt gently pushed him back just enough to look into his eyes, “There’s a way you could stay forever…”

The hopeful glint in his eyes told Geralt everything he needed to know, so he continued, “If you eat even one pomegranate seed you will be tethered to the underworld. You can stay and do whatever pleases you. But it is irreversible. One bite and your fate is forever tied to this place.”

Jaskier thought about it for a moment, searching Geralt’s eyes for something, anything, that could make the decision for him, “I could never leave?”

“Only if the both of us willed it and only for a short time,” Geralt explained, tenderly wiping his tears away, “I could never keep you here if you were miserable. Try as I might to think about anything else, your happiness consumes much of my thoughts.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s touch, turning his head to kiss his palm, “Do I need to decide right now?”

Geralt kissed his forehead, “Of course not. It’s just an option.”

“Okay,” Jaskier sighed, curling his fingers around the robes cascading down Geralt’s back, “I like it - the idea. I just… I want to take my time?”

“Absolutely.”

Time wasn’t something Jaskier was allowed apparently.

The two of them were just climbing out of a lovely bath when a chattering skeleton announced the arrival of a visitor.

Demeter stood in the throne room with her back turned to them, examining one of the glowing diamonds when they entered. She looked so small, almost insignificant. Her hair was in an intricate braid, she wore a cream toga, adorned with gold that made her look more like a savior than the horror she really was.

Jaskier gripped Geralt’s hand tightly and pulled them to a halt, knowing very well Demeter wanted him to speak first. It was a stand off he was familiar with. If he spoke first she had the upper hand, hearing his tone and picking apart his words. She always knew how particular her son was with words.

“Julek. It’s time to go.”

Her voice echoed off the stone walls as she calmly stated her order, not even bothering to turn and look at him.

Jaskier took a deep breath and squeezed Geralt’s hand, not looking at him for fear of crying, “No.”

“Playtime is over. You have duties. The humans did not prepare for you to leave. They’re calling it winter,” she snorted as if the idea was as ridiculous as standing on your head in a temple.

Jaskier grit his teeth, feeling the rage bubble up in his chest, “I don’t care.”

“Clearly,” She rounded on him with a condescending look of disappointment, “It doesn’t matter if you care. They’re still your responsibility.”

Jaskier took a step forward, “A responsibility you assigned me. You fixed it before, fix it now.”

“I cant.”

“Tough shit.”

Jaskier wasn’t sure how any of his words were coming out without sounding absolutely hysterical, but he was glad for it. He glared at her, daring her to try again while internally he was scrambling for a plan.

“For this particular magic, I need you. Seasons will take more work than a year round harvest, but you have set them off nonetheless.” Demeter’s voice was softer than usual, though Jaskier didn’t miss the incincerity of her words. She’d raised him. He knew her, probably better than she knew herself for all the introspection she refused to take part in, and he knew she was playing games.

"Oh? Are you no longer capable?" Jaskier laughed bitterly as he turned to walk toward the courtyard, "The great goddess of plenty and harvest can't sustain what she's built? Unfortunate. I am good at what I do here. I am so good at caring about the souls that end up in our audience-"

"Our!?"

"DONT interrupt me," Jaskier shouted, turned and stomped his heel into the ground making vines burst forth from the marble beneath them, wrapping around Demeter's waist and mouth, "I have also found I'm rather adept at torture when necessary. I love it down here! I love being able to right wrongs and show the righteous to Elysium. I love having a purpose to my actions, not just being someone's unappreciated trophy! And I love Geralt. He treats me so well and loves me so sweetly and wants only to make me happy. Nothing about your 'seasons' and 'bringing life' interests me in the slightest, Demeter. Because that's not who I am. I am rage and justice and I am to be feared, not manipulated. Take your failing crops and go." Jaskier waved a hand dismissively and the vines disappeared back into the ground.

Without looking back, he strode toward the pomegranate tree in the center of the garden, plucking a fruit from the nearest branch and turning to glare at his mother. Geralt was hot on his heels, glancing between the two but keeping quiet. Jaskier had told him he wanted to confront her himself, without her thinking he’d been told what to say. So Geralt stood by and seethed.

Jaskier pulled a knife from the holster in Geralt’s belt and sliced a nice section out of the pomegranate.

“Don’t you dare.” Demeter snarled, standing at the edge of the courtyard.

Jaskier smirked and peeled the white fiber from the blood red seeds with a casual sigh, “I don’t think your opinion matters much here.”

Jaskier flipped the knife in the air and caught it by the blade, maintaining eye contact with Demeter as he handed it back to Geralt.

“Are you sure?” Geralt’s voice was just a whisper as he took the blade.

Jaskier picked a particularly dark red seed from it’s home and turned to look at him, “There’s absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be, my love.”

With that he popped the seed in his mouth.

#geraskier #geraskier greek mythology au #geraskier greek mythology #geralt as hades #jaskier as persephone #hades and persephone #geraskier fic #geraskier au #the witcher fic #the witcher au #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt #jask #jullian alfred pankratz #god i wish i had a greek god sugar daddy to live with like jask so i could throw down like this #but alas #i live in reality

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joannasteez · 3 years

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Everyone’s going through it this episode like damn can my emotions get a break.........

SOME SPOILERS BELOW....

Miguel/Emily: Despite Miguel’s infidelity, it was NOT fair at all for Emily to box all of Dita’s things. That was insensitive asf, like every time I’m ready to like her she just does something idiotic. You can’t force someone to get over there grief.

EZ/Gaby: I thought it was rather odd that she forced so many questions on him, like of course the situation was pretty tense and I get her need to want to know his thought process but like...... considering they’ve only been seeing each other for but so long it seemed like she was rushing him into a corner. I did appreciate that she expressed that she wasn’t fragile, that whatever he experienced he could talk about because she’s seen her fair share. I can’t wait for them to get into Gaby’s back story....

YALL I CACKLED WHEN THEY SHOWED HIS LIL UTENSILS IN THE DRAW, but it’s that Prison/OCD mentality. You can’t shake sht like that easily.

IDK WTF is happening, or what’s going on with Taza’s psyche but I need him to get it together. I don’t wanna see him slip into some evil sht

Hank and Nails............ I’m not opposed.........

Every time I see Coco on the screen I just get anxious. I really hope there’s a way he can get out of this blackmail unscathed. Richies acting is top freakin notch, one of my favorites in the show honestly. In the first season of SOA a former member got wrecked when they found he hadn’t blacked out his tats so hopefully something similar happens to this meth mountain asshole.

Adelita deserves all the love and breaks she can get, I love her character. I just want to see her happy......... y’all.... the way she ate Angel up and read him for filth. It was truth what she said, hurtful I’m sure but truth. It seems like a lot of Angels impulsivity and his irrational behavior comes from using the lack of compassion he’s been given as an excuse. It’s understandable, to feel unappreciated or less than, but he can’t let that control his life forever m, he needs to heal from it or it’ll ruin him.

.... I wrote all this like y’all care about my opinions LMAOOOOO

#mayans mc #ez reyes #angel reyes #mayans fx #mayansmcspoilers

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vicxy · 3 years

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god I really love answering yall's asks but can y'all at least take the time to read my ask rules?? (In my masterlist) Someone just sent me an ask with 5 placements in a row and i already said the max I'll do in a post is 2-

and some people don't even greet like- they just immediately start off with "what do you think about..." Like okay it isn't that bad but I put in effort to answer these and it just makes me feel unappreciated lol but ok

and most of the time I still answer because I feel bad if I don't but starting from now it you don't adhere to my ask rules I won't answer shit

#astro notes #astrology observations #astrology #astro observations #thank you #astrology notes #ask rules #ffs man

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jentlemahae · 2 years

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i agree with anon that fanservice does not necessarily mean participating or encouraging a parasocial relationship between them and the fans.....and that most of the time, blinks just want an interaction, and just a little bit of activity from them (which i can relate, make some noise girls i miss yall lol). but i also agree with u that its not a necessity for me either, not because of the whole parasocial relationship thing, but just because, idk... i dont really mind it (this is a personal opinion obv). i just think it is always expected of kpop idols to do so because it is perceived to "come with the job", when it really shouldn't. i hate the idea that you have to "prove" your gratefulness to the fans. they certainly should show their appreciation to their fans who give them their popularity and success, and its great that other kpop groups have done all kinds of things to interact with their fans and do fan service, but just bc the pinks dont do it or do similar things, i dont think it brands them as ungrateful or unappreciative. altho at the same time i do understand the frustration that theres not a lot of activity from them.......but then i also dont think its fair to be rude to them for not interacting with the fans when its a very hateful space online. like... u can totally argue that ALL idols get hate and they can still do it but sometimes its helped by their companies organizing fan events, or like youtube videos (like nct with their endless segments on their utube channel), getting them invited on variety shows, etc. its a bit hard to compare everyone the same. LMFAO I DONT KNOW! 😭 i just think we should be more mindful. u can definitely unstan cause theres no activity, thats 100% fine, but theres no need to be like hateful or brand them as only interacting with fans when they want money from us (if thats the argument, all kpop idols do that lets be honest here. just bc they talk to u even on hiatus, its the same end goal: for u to continue caring about them and buying their things when they do make a comeback). i mean there is very much the possibility that the girls dont care about their fans but there is also the possibility of other reasons being the case.

ooh i totally agree with everything u said!! whether u think fanservice is necessary for u to enjoy an artist is something thats subjective, but i dont think its an absolute way to measure how much an artist cares for their fans! i mean as u said it could be that they dont lol idk but there are many more reasons as to why they could choose not to interact with fans and there’s no way for us to know 🤷🏻‍♀️ and i so agree with what u said - so much of what fans consider fanservice is initiated by the company and yg simply doesnt do that :|

#anonymous #sophie ask

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scandeniall · 4 years

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Singing Disney Songs

a/n: no thoughts. What singing disney songs would be like with Seijoh, Nekoma and Inarizaki I have no idea why I did this. Its in drabble form and in whole team form (which i’ve never done). Featuring HSM, Starstuck and Hannah Montana

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Seijoh: best boys to do it with. Core 4 in all their chaos? Sign me up! Oikawa, Makki, Mattsun are all down 110%. Iwa is down by default to keep your messy asses in line (but he lowkey wanted to do it too). Everyone knows all the words to EVERY song.Y’all get into a heated debate about which high school musical had the most bangers. Makki and Mattsun are like “come on now how can you not say HSM 2” and someone else like you chimes in “because everyday is boring as shit. They act like their in a cult.” So y’all end up going through the HSM discography taking tallies. This concludes that HSM 2 had the best songs. As y’all just sit there listening, you cross off some songs automatically and Oikawa is like “Gabriella’s songs are boring as shit.” Anyways y’all force Iwa to do the dance to “We’re all in this together” and he leaves y’all shook because he has RHYTHM. oikawa on the other hand—. Iwa simp hours for a large part of it with all y’all being like “Be the Troy to my Gabriella” He hates u all :) At some point y’all are just drunk karaoking to HSM. Dancing on the coffee table and couches to What Time is It (which if y’all were sober yeah Iwa would murder u all). “Bro remember when people used to call u the king?” and that leads to you and oikawa tryna turn Fabulous into a duet. Both drunk on the 2 couches pretending you're at a pool making the others be the little servers. Makki and Mattsun decide to reenact Gotta go My own way. Very drunk and dramatic. Rubbing all over each other's faces. Pulling away then running back doing the most. Yall force drunk Iwa to do Bet on It. Hes seen it so many times and is too intoxicated to not do it so mans goes all out. Does troy dumbass jumping and yall are the best hypemen. Someone is recording but yall can barely hear him through the loud ass cheering and laughing.

Nekoma: Another fun team to do this with. Yall do the unappreciated movies like STARSTRUCK. Kuroo is a sucker for those and yall both swear up and down the its one of the best and deserved more than it ever got. (He knows all the words to these songs). Yall do this while your on a roadtrip. One of those vans so its you, kuroo (in the driver/passenger), kenma, yaku, kai, lev, fukunaga. Up front yall are living your best lives “Something about the sunshine babyyyyyyyyyyy” acting like the main characters and shit. Someone brings up what if you all played Starstruck characters. “Lev looks the most like Christopher Wilde. Lanky, no rhythm. creepy eyes when he stares too long-” “Hey!” Back to the music. We all know you and kuroo know all the words, lev is pretty good and knows most so hes able to keep up. Yaku is like 50/50. Kai, babe only knows the main ones and only partially. Sits and smiles and laughs at his friends. Gets songs dedicated to him by all of you. Kenma? Don't care. Hes really only on this trip because you guys are his friends. This is one of his least fav disney movies so truly is in mental anguish trying to tune yall out. Fukunaga only knows Stubby’s verses so does the rapping. Lots of “AYEEEEE” going around. Very hype when those songs come on. Lev tries to sing What You Mean to Me to Kenma, but just gets told to shut up. Being very loud and obnoxious with all of them save for Kenma to Starstruck. If you stop at a red light the neighboring cars can probably hear yall’s screeching. Yaku is most likely to be recording the monstrosity on his snap chat, but will not catch himself slipping and entertaining yall. He has a reputation to upkeep. For songs only you and Kuroo know (like welcome to hollywood) he takes one hand off the wheel to hold at you like a microphone. Plays the acoustic and regular version of Hero back to back. Wants to pretend he’s in a music video for the acoustic. One of those sad montage types.

Inarizaki: what is even going on. You propose it. Kita just shrugs and is like “Ok” Yall listening to Hannah Montana. Twins ruin your singalong time with the debate of How could they not know Miley was Hannah. You dedicate If We Were a Movie to Aran bc dream boy. He sings along happily. Wouldn’t hesitate to hit Atsumu for trying to interrupt and you're like “This is a duet stfu.” Kita watched the show but probably couldn’t really recall many of the words but that's ok. You all do know Best of Both Worlds and even Suna sings along. Not with much energy, but whatever he still participates in. Twins and Suna all are embarrassed to say they know every word to He Could Be the One. Get Kita to threaten the twins and they’ll sing along to it. Another must sing song is Nobody’s Perfect. Grab Suna’s hand and make him sing and dance along, he does it lazily. Maybe a few bobs and sways. Him not screaming the lyrics is drowned out by the rest of yall. That's one of those songs that like you hear that intro you go running towards the dance floor because BANGER. Mid convo- you hear that intro yeah your soul leaves your body and is taken over by the spirit of miss Hannah. Twins try to act that out and do the soul leaving body meme because they share 1 brain cell. Atsumu is more aggressive with his singing along. Like damn calm tf down. When hes hype hes going so hard yall are like “dont hurt yourself lol” Once you start getting into them obscure songs Aran saves the day again by being the only one that knows them. At True Friend Atsumu asks if you think hes a true friend/ “(Y/N) i’m yer best friend right.” Damn yall hear something. Ignore him and keep singing while Osamu and Suna clown his ass. “Kita’s a true friend.” Kita just thanks you. Might return the compliment. “He doesn’t even know any of the songs” ok and???? Yall play another sadder song right after like “i’ll always remember you.” Atsumu lowkey starts tearing up and sniffling. Ha ha pussy. Sad hours when you then play wherever I go and yall all start getting sad. Kita not knowing the songs just looks at yall like ?????? Then he starts listening to yall sadly sing along and its like “damn” sad team hours then. Yall annoying and put your arms around each other and like start swaying because no brain cells are found. It ends up getting aggressive and u feel like your shoulder is gonna fall off so u stop.

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