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silent-browser · 10 months

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Why is it that I often turn my sad into yanderes?

Anywho Yan! Manager x struggling!reader.

You haven't had a job in literal months. The rent is due and landlord isn't looking to excuse any more payments. Your fridge only has half a loaf of bread and a quarter filled bottle of watery ketchup. Stress infuses your very soul, you have not known a moment of true peace and security since you left home.

And you are exactly who they were looking for.

They had known you from high school. The two of you didn't talk much but from what they saw while they were stalking you you are a wonderful and sweet person. Deserving of praise beyond worship. And they admit that they had at some point became irredeemably obsessed.

They unfortunately lost contact with you when they transferred out to be moved into college early but now they had found you again. Duller than before sure but they are sure that with just a bit of love and care you can become that friendly and lovable person they knew you to be. But would you accept their love? Their worship and adulation?

No. You were always very independent. Insisted that you could do almost anything on your own. How admirable. No they had to help you in a subtle way. In a way that you wouldn't know they were offering you aid...

*ding*

A phone notification.

You check your phone, readying yourself to tell whoever texted that you were fine and everything was fine and to not worry about you. Instead you see an email notification. A job offer. For an administrative position in a local but sizable company in your town.

What?

You read the email over again. 'Now hiring at such-n-such company. Position open, office manager. Pays $$$/hr, full benefits, all insurance coverages, paid vacation, dental, paid time off. Requirements, good attitude and a pretty smile. Apply now!'

...This was so obviously a scam...

A very cruel one considering your current situation but a scam none the less so you delete it quickly and continue wallowing and scrolling through job sites.

"NOOOOOOO! WHY!? WHAT HAPPENED!?" Fists slam into a hardwood desk. "What was wrong with the application darling? W-were the benefits not enough? The money?" They cupped their phone gently as they continued to watch their poor darling get sadder and more gaunt as seconds passed.

"No matter dearest," they wispered before kissing their phone screen, "I can just change the job listing for you."

*ding*

A new phone notification.

'Now hiring at same such-n-such company. Position open, personal secretary. Pays $$$$/hr, full benefits, all insurance cover-'

"Another scam" you mumble before deleting the email once more.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Frenzied typing filled the room. "I would never scam you darling! That's the same as betraying you and I would rather DIE than betray you dear. Never. Never.. never never never" they continued to mumble under their breath as they typed up a new email.

*ding*

"god dang it"

'Now hiring at such-n-such company. Position open, emotional support human. Pays, $$$$$/hr everything you could ever want dear. Full benefits, all insurance coverages, the heart of the CEO-'

#soft yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere worshipper #y/n:... scam #yan: NOOOOO #yandere stalker

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yveaart · 2 months

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seventeen headcanons !! — what their reaction would be if they saw you trip

don’t take this seriously.

🍒scoups

you and your friend had an aggressive debate about something that became less relevant when you tripped over a rock as the side of your body catching you.

your friend started laughing (its required for them to do a full blown laughing session before helping u)

he was kind of worried bc you just stayed on the ground so he slowly reached out to you, but you were just silently giggling with your friend making him relieved

🍒jeonghan

he was sitting in a cafe with mingyu right beside the door of the establishment.

you were in your element, so much that you didn’t notice that the concrete elevated as you stepped into the cafe

you tripped. everyone heard it but acted like it was nothing for your sake. so you continued walking to the counter like nothing happened.

oh nvm, jeonghan let out a snort right when he saw you regain your composure making u red in the face with embarrassment

🍒joshua

you were running in the subway to wait for your train, you were going fast thinking your train already arrivesd

unfortunately there was an elevated tile through the cracks above the concrete that decided to make you as its victim

heard your knee clicked w the floor and the man did not hesitate to guide you to the nearest chair and stayed w u until you got better

even bought you ointment if it bruised or if it had a scaratch

🍒jun

you were in a convenience store by the counter ready to make your payment

you were bringing quite a snack limiting your vision of the floor

there was a wire secured by tape that you tripped on and accidentally hit jun’s back with it

looks at u, eyes deep into your soul.

🍒hoshi

would already see you on the floor

if he doesnt know u he would simply call out to staff to help u bc he’s shy like that

if ure close he would go by ur side and copy ur pose w all fours

he would think ure tryna play some tiger roleplay w him

until he sees ur scraped knee

“we must call mother doctor tiger ranghh”

🍒wonwoo

its rare to see him honestly

let’s just say you were in this tech shop to buy new work supplies

he would be checking out the newest keyboards

u tripped right by the counter almost knocking off the most expensive stuff

luckily for u, u only knocked a mouse over and surprisingly it didnt break

he’s just there with the widest eyes in disbelief

made sure u were okay and the goodness weighed out in him and he also decided to pay for the mouse u knocked over bc surely the saleswoman would not let u out of the store without paying for that.

🍒woozi

surprised to see him in the busiest streets of seoul? u should be because he was only dragged there

u would be some foreigner tho, like trying the tanghulus, tteokbokkis, and all the food u were unfamiliar with.

it would be a bustling place and you accidentally tripped over a person’s foot

that caused u placing your hand on a kiosk stand for support

this caused shock to the vendor by the sudden banging sound of your hand

practically they wanted you to pay huge amount of charges for that and then whatever else they felt like spewing up for someone who was unfamiliar to such place

before shedding a tear in your eye woozi would try to help you up and defend you. “they didn’t cause any destruction to any of your products or material, i would buy 10 more plates if that would make you stop asking her for unlawful amount of money”

woozi on the rarest day.

🍒mingyu

if you were close i feel like he would giggle a little until he realized you weren’t moving an inch

“…”

the silence was defeaning

so uhm, what was he exactly to do?

his cute smart brain concluded that he should just carry you to the car until you felt better

he bought a lot of medicine that the other stuff was irrelevant

at least u were ok right?

🍒minghao

a cold winter day in seoul caused you to look like a sketchy person

you accepted your fate for the sake of being warm

your mask limiting your vision as well as you accidentally bumped into a trash can recoiling and backing up to minghao’s body

“aunty i don’t want to be in your cult, i’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to this to chinese citizens, da jia hao!!” he said aggressively

🍒dk

he would actually be concerned

very empathetic

“miss are you okay?” “can you stand up on your own?”

would assist you to a red cross member from the event

he would make sure to ask you once again if you were doing fine before he left the venue

🍒seungkwan

you would be chatting alongside him in the streets and you were so into it that you didn’t notice that there was a construction sign in-front of you that surrounded a fee amount of bricks

seungkwan was even more into it that he was basically chatting on his own pacing forward not noticing how you hit the sign that made you fall back on your ass

“so like he was kind of cranky about it- which was totally unreasonable??? right— wait where’d you go-“

🍒vernon

poor guy got stuck on an embarrassing moment

you don't know if you should feel better because somehow he was there to help you

but then you realized he was just too awkward to help you

he really wanted to

but its just not his kind of expertise

he was sweet, but he was clearly clueless on how to handle this situation as well, he stood there for quite a while to think while tapping on his phone asking help from his hyungs

maybe he wanted to leave from the few steps he took away from u

but he couldn't just leave you there

until he did because the medic came (he called them)

🍒dino

pull out the pikachu meme where it was making an "o" shaped mouth

because that was him right now

he wasn't raised to be an ignorant person by his 12 hyungs (he taught himself tbh)

he assisted you by the nearest bench and help you stretch out your knee muscles lightly, while he was sharing his experience of tripping as well

of course he asked u if it was alright for his hands to come contact with your legs, he just rlly wanna help

he jokingly knocked on your knee like the doctors

all fun and games until he saw your other leg responding to his actions

"well thats weird...." he said as he slowly paced backwards

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harlronica · 1 year

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psychic/intuitive astro placements for the vertex

In Astrology, the Vertex is considered a point in your chart that signals events that happen to you throughout your incarnation with no effort or will of your own. It's a special point and quite telling when it comes to matters of fate. A Starseed origin in alignment here is the origin that guides you the most throughout life's ups and downs. During these ups and downs you activate the hidden power of this origin the most. Maybe more so than any other Starseed origin. However, it is only done so during chaos. Learning to work with this origin will aid you in your ascension process.

*Psychic/Intuitive Astrological Vertex Placements* "My Karmic Fate"

Cancer: nurturing and empathetic. Especially if in alignment with a Sirius or Hydra Starseed origin which runs along the Cancer degrees

Virgo: intuitive and possess healing qualities. Especially if in alignment with the Corvus Starseed origin which runs along the Virgo degrees

Libra: creates a strong longing for a merging/union of souls; these chart holders seek to change the world and establish peace and justice; visionaries. Especially if in alignment with the Arcturus Starseed origin which rungs along the Libra degrees

Sagittarius: amazing visionaries. Especially if in alignment with a Shaula or Lyra Starseed origin which runs along the Sagittarius degrees

Aquarius: visionaries and will most likely undergo a soul-transformation/rebirth during this lifetime. Especially if in alignment with the Andromeda Starseed origin which runs along the Aquarius/Pisces degrees

Pisces: if this placement is well integrated then these chart holders are extremely compassionate, empathetic, and possess various psychic abilities. Especially if in alignment with the Andromeda Starseed origin which runs along the Aquarius/Pisces degrees

4th house: chart holders with Vertex in 4th house indicates nurturing and psychic abilities; unusual and rare house for the vertex to be found in. Especially if running along a Sirius or Hydra degree. The 4th house belongs to Sirius and Hydra

5th house: these chart holders have had a previous life of work that has equipped them for a soul-evolvement to take them further during this lifetime; prone to a fateful romantic encounter such as a twin flame journey. Especially if running along a Regulus degree (The Family of Archangel Raphael.) The 5th house belongs to The Family of Raphael

6th house: intuitive and possess healing abilities. Especially if running along a Corvus degree. The 6th house belongs to Corvus

8th house: mystical with a deep inner-longing for a merging of souls. Especially if running along an Antares degree (The Family of Archangel Uriel.) The 8th house belongs to The Family of Uriel

9th house: rare house to find the Vertex in; extremely visionary. Especially if running along a Shaula or Lyra degree. The 9th house belongs to Shaula and Lyra

11th house: signifies a fateful romantic encounter destined to take place during this lifetime such as the twin flame journey. Especially if running along an Andromeda degree. The 11th house belongs to Andromeda

12th house: very psychic and attuned to their intuition. Especially if running along an Andromeda degree. The 11th/12th house belongs to Andromeda

Note: not all astrological placements for the Vertex are listed. If your Vertex house/sign is not listed that does not mean that you do not have other intuitive/psychic indicators in your chart. Everybody has intuitive and psychic placements to one degree or another in their astrological chart. This is why it is important to refer to the entire astrological chart as a whole! <3

What sign/house is your Vertex in? Note below! Mine's in 5th house Sagittarius

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someweirdoreblogger · 10 months

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When you ask Hades for piercings, don't expect normal clips.

That dramatic motherfucker always aims to impress in the most ridiculous methods possible. Damn him to oblivion if Hades doesn't aspire to give his beloved, only upmost, perfect quality gifts. You will burn brighter than any star by the time Hades is through with you.

This somber-ass bitch personally walks to the sixth layer of Hell, effortlessly ripping an obsidian scale off the gargantuan, spiked spine of one of Typhon's numerous monster childern and calling in a very personal favor to Olympus's famous blacksmith, Hephaestus-to forge him a very specific relic.

Earrings.

Hades gives every material needed, brought personally if need be. Regardless of how difficult to obtain and far more than what should be required, each object is just as increbily valuable as the last if not more;

A collection of infernal fire donated directly from Hell's demon Lords, lit forever til the dawn ends. It can burn the world's most stubborn of metals and the strongest of wills, a merciless torture of immeasurable heat. Life taking breath, a saltless tear from the sun's very own core. In other words, it is an unbreakable temperature for binding countless parts, God made or otherwise.

Black glass from Hades' own castle, clean and not too crisp. There's an unease sealed into it, a looming call to the dead. Sizzling sensations overcomes you and guides your fingers across the smooth surface, a temptation bleeding silk through the pitch black lens. Not quite a spark, but threatening to be, tingles dance furiously against weak mortal flesh and bows to the natural will of the gods who sculpted it. The trapped whispers of olden kings and queens and long gone gods, still in an accursed dream. Transparency shimmering blind in the darkness, guiding lost souls to their ruling god like cavern crystals for awaited judgment, void deep as a black star.

Anicent irons melted from fallen weapons, no longer bond to their respective masters, carefully collected off the immortal corpses of the ferocious Titans. Irreplaceable, priceless in fortuide, and pure strength. Indeed, diamonds in the collection of any invested exploration.

Hades waste nothing without a second thought, but these-

They live on now as a far more useful, suitable foundation miles away from their recent decaying forms.

Quite a long journey to craft these special earrings for you. These earrings saw glorious sights amany. Traveled to the very ends of the world; melted into a divine star by the roughest, most careful hands of Heaven, molded by Hades' most destructive calamities in the deepest, darkest nether.

And here they are, the Underworld's newest god-kissed relic, solely for you alone. Although Hades opposes the mere thought of difficulty-always the sincere one.

How could Hades complain when everything you wear shines like the Earth's finest jewelry-majestic, is it not?

Hera pales in comparison. Aphrodite will weep jealousy, in complete, utter awe of your wonderful accessories.

Do not fret over the details, Hades acts like it was the easiest thing in the world.

All Hades could ever want is to spoil you, the least he could do is make up for lost time, Helheim grows evermore busy every passing century, and Hades intents never abandoning his responsibilities. But of course, one of those beloved responsibilities is you.

The cheerful smile you answer in return outweighs Apollo's own boundless radiance. And while Hades strictly insists no payment back, who can't help but bite the apple from the tree?

#mypost #record of ragnarok hades #anime #manga #record of ragnarok #hades #ror hades #hades ror #hades x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #this bitch will show he cares no matter how long it takes #his promises wont allow him to pull his punches

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 10 months

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Heeeeeyyyyy

Can I drop a request? (You can say kriff off and I will still love you ❤️)

I'd like a little soft Hunter? Or any clone really if you wanna try someone new.

I had one of the worst days in a long time about two weeks ago. It was the first anniversary of my caretaker's death combined with the worst day at work I've ever experienced. I cried for the thirty minute drive home, and for another 30 curled up catatonic on the couch. I tried to quit my job, called my mom sobbing, it was a very bad time.

Cue some clone comfort? You absolutely do not need to use the details of my bad day, that's just what was going on and inspired my ask.

Anywho, here's two cats as payment:

🌙Hex🔮

Omg of course you can drop a request, Hex, always!! You're actually the first person to make a request too, and I was so surprised I kinda cried. 🥺

Penelope and Baklava are so cute all cuddled up like that too aaaa~

I hope you like what I came up with, sweetheart; and I'm sorry you're Going Through It™ as well, too. I'm currently there for different reasons and it suuuucks so this was extremely cathartic. Hope things will get better soon, love. 🩷

W&I: Minor proofreading and plot. 2nd person POV, undescribed fem!Reader. Emotional angst. Talks and thoughts centered on the loss of a person only described as a "loved one" without explicit mention of relation to you or their role in your life. Can be read as an established relationship fic. Hunter's just being real sweet on you to cheer you up. Little sprinkling of Mando'a. Minor language. No real age rating for this one.

Word-count: 2,383

That's it.

You're done.

You're so over this place.

If one more patron tries to tell me to smile while using some variation of darling or sweetheart, I'll give him teeth alright: in the flesh of his arm, you think to yourself.

It's not exactly an appropriate time to laugh, but if you don't snicker softly to yourself over the thought of such a forbidden fantasy, you're going to cry. You're going to cry before you squeeze through the doors that read EMPLOYEES ONLY and make your way to the machine to clock yourself out of your shift and get yourself home. Who gives a load of Kryatespit if it only earns the customer's ire to have you laughing at him?

Right now, if you had your way, if you gave into your impulse, you'd quit. You'd turn in your uniform, your name badge, and any little piece of company property you'd ever acquired so these soul-sucking middle managers and CEOs can't come around and accuse you of anything.

You didn't want to be here today. You didn't want to get out of bed today. But you couldn't get the time off approved. Some banthashit about too few hands to run the place as it is.

Well maybe if you hired more kriffing people…

"Your receipt is in the bag. Enjoy the rest of your day, sir." When you give the customer his purchase with these phrases you're required to say, it means he can leave now and take his smug attitude with him. Social obligations means he's going to tell you the same. An empty, hollowed out "Thanks, you too." that perfectly encapsulates how you feel inside.

How the hell am I supposed to enjoy today of all days? One of the most important people to me in this galaxy isn't here anymore.

I don't want to be here at this job anymore… I just want to quit.

You keep your head down when you clock-out, and grab your things. You don't return sentiments of farewell from any of your co-workers, and you don't respond to the request to trade shifts with someone for some BS reason. "Hey, c'moooon! Please?! I've got things I wanna do that day!" they whine after you, calling to your retreating back.

Don't we all? I just wanted to stay home and maybe sob into a carton of ice cream while looking at my photos of my loved one. We don't always get what we want.

What you want is to go home. Think of how you're going to call in, or write up your two weeks notice, or just cold-quit while you're sitting in your transport and-

You find an unexpected figure leaning against your transport when you step out into the employee lot, their back to you. What the hell? You begin rifling through your bag for something to arm yourself with, perhaps something like a bottle of cheap perfume you have in there somewhere that you can spray in their eyes, or maybe there's something you can throw in their direction, tell them to scram. Or maybe their after your credits, so you hope you can just tell them to take your credits and not cause you any trouble and-

Looking over his left shoulder, you find yourself staring at the ink of the skeletal tattoo and a side profile framed by waves of curled, brown hair you'd recognize anywhere.

"H-Hunter?"

Hunter turns to face you, his hands fiddling with the knot of his crimson bandana to work it loose. That's when you finally realized why you didn't recognize who was leaning against your vehicle in the growing, deepening purple shadows of the late afternoon. "I thought you'd be a little happier to see me than that," he says with a look that's somewhere between a typical smile and a concerned frown, "but I guess you didn't realize it was me. And I guess I shouldn't have been standing here with my back to you, either." Hunter slips the accessory around his head and reties it with a hasty knot. "Sorry about that, mesh'la."

There's a million questions swimming over the top of your tongue, each one vying to be asked. "Wha-? How did-? Why are you-?"

Hunter does his best to answer the questions he believes you're trying to ask. "Crosshair gave me a lift here so I could drive you home once you got off work." he says, holding a hand out. He's offering to take your bag and the keys to your vehicle. "As for why, well: it's today. I saw it written on your calendar the last time I came to visit. It's been a year since you lost your loved one. I figured you might be just holding it together by the time your shift ended, and… I think I was right." His hand cups the soft curve of your cheek, the pad of his thumb collecting the first tears that have begun to escape the confines of your tear ducts.

Hunter sweetly helps you into the passenger seat, and gets any and all safety belts secured before he himself climbs behind the controls and gets ready to take you home.

"We'll pick up whatever you want to eat on the way home, if that's what you want, cyar'ika." he offers, gently resting the palm of his hand on your trembling shoulder for a brief moment. He's not certain if you want a lot of these gestures of reassuring, physical touch, but it's what he can offer right now so you know that he's there for you.

Right here, right now, as you weep silently into the sleeves of your work uniform in the passenger seat, Hunter is here for you. And he's not going anywhere until he's either satisfied with his efforts to do his best to lift your spirits, or until you ask him to leave.

Remnants of the comfort-food you'd requested are either tucked away with the rest of your leftovers, or swept up and deposited into the kitchen trash by Hunter when he makes the offer to do a bit of tidying up. Gentle murmurings that he doesn't want you to worry about it, he'll take care of everything.

He'll take care of you. Hunter's not going to judge you for your tears. Or for telling him how you wished you could have reamed out this difficult customer. Or for how you shout in your episodic instances of anger, calling your manager a spineless and incompetent little twit who needed to get their act together and quit being so cheap and to hire more people so you're not running yourself so karking ragged.

Nor does he admonish you for how silly it was that you're complaining about the rip in your clothing made by the thorns found in one of the bushes outside your house, or easily you fall apart into a mess of tears at the gentle hand on your shoulder when he joins you on the sofa once again.

"Could this day get any worse?!" you sob, your face hot with anger and grief, and your voice thick and choked with the respective emotions.

Hunter is patient and endlessly perceptive; tucking your body just right against him, the way you need him right now. "C'mere, cyare… You've certainly had a pretty thorny day… And I don't blame you for simply just having enough of it all. I don't blame you at all." he promises, sweetly and softly peppering your face in tender kisses with the intention of comfort.

"I've been having a lot of thorny days lately…" you admit with a stutter, burying your face into the material of his shirt. Hunter smells like sun-warmed cotton and the heavy tang of seawater. Of course now you can't tell if you smell hints of his homeworld on him, or if that's the dried tear stains from earlier. When the two of you simply sat in the parked vehicle once you'd gotten home, Hunter leaned over the center console so you could weep into his shoulder. You'd dialed up your job, ready to tell them that they needed to find someone else, but you couldn't go through with it. Not then, anyways. You haven't been able to make up your mind, either.

Hunter rubs little circles with his thumb into your shoulder blade as he holds you close, saying that he's sorry to hear you've been struggling lately. That he's sorry you're having hard days. "I just want them to stop!" you sob softly, feeling his fingers gently caress the back of your head, and the deep rumble in his ribs as he asks you to take a deep breath, promising that he's here. That he'll help however he needs.

If you breathe him in deeply enough, you could probably find something from all of his brothers. Something sugary that he was offered a bite of to share with his brother as Wrecker indulged his sweet tooth. The rich blend of caf Tech was partial to lately, that could give him the jitters when Hunter drank it by mistake. The smooth notes of the polishing agent Crosshair spoiled his Firepuncher with because he swore nothing else would do. The faint whiff of synthetic lubricant that must mean Echo had performed upkeep on his prosthetics today or the day before.

"There we go," Hunter says softly in praise, feeling the frenzied beating of your heart begin to slow and your tears eventually peter out, "it'll be okay, cyare."

You sniffle, mumbling softly into Hunter's chest. "I'm just so scared that it won't. And I feel silly for feeling so scared..." His arms stitch just a little tighter around you in return when you pull yourself against him, feeling his breath against the top of your head. You just feel so small in your sadness today. But in his arms, the way you fit just right…

The way he's so steady, you feel so loved and protected when you're at your most vulnerable.

Hunter hushes you, pulling the hair back from your face with a gentle touch once you sit up again. "Tech would probably tell you that that fear is a natural and normal part of life, and that there's no use to feel silly about it. And, even if the way he'd probably say it isn't so gentle, he'd be right. How you're feeling today - angry and upset about your job and wanting to quit, and how much you miss your loved one - is all very thorny and uncomfortable, and no one likes feeling like that. But it's normal. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. And I promise you, I'm here to help. However I'm needed. However long you need me to hold you and make you feel loved while you're feeling down."

The gentle reminder is just what you need. You're not dealing with this alone. That if you're going to quit your job, Hunter would do whatever you asked of him to help you get ready to sever those ties if you felt it was time. That even though you're left with a hole in your heart with the passing of this loved one who was very important to you, Hunter doesn't expect his presence to merely fill it like it's nothing.

That's the marvelous thing about the human heart.

It can hold so much love for so many people if you let it.

You're certain your eyes look so swollen and red. You're certain you'll find more tears to shed when the thorns of grief find their excuse to make you weep once more, but right now, Hunter's hands have carefully and kindly cleaned away the last of them. He's so gentle and sweet on you, right now.

"Hey… what if," Hunter begins, offering in a soft, low voice between the kisses he stamps in the crown of your hair and trails down one side of your jaw to the other, "you changed out of your uniform, and we found something to watch together now that we've had something to eat? Something silly. Maybe something romantic. Or both. Whatever you want, cyare. I don't care what it is." he promises.

You fiddle with the frayed and torn edge of your clothing that had been caught on the thorny plant outside. "What if I just want more cuddles after I change?" Hunter laughs gently, nodding as he reluctantly releases you so you can slip into something comfortable and try to end this day on a happier note.

(You're going to have to send Crosshair a message later to thank him for doing Hunter a favor by giving his brother a lift and dropping him off.)

"Whatever you want. Especially if that's more cuddles." Hunter says once more with a warm smile, hooking your pinky fingers together so he can hold some part of you just a moment longer. If you found comfort in his touch and wanted more of it, he was happy to provide.

You're pulled back into Hunter's arms when you come back to the living room after you've thrown on a comfortable pair of clothes, finding yourself wrapped up tight. He's so strong, like all of his brothers, and every ounce of it is devoted to comfort and consoling you right now.

Hunter is so warm and comfortable, and you're so emotionally drained that it's hard to resist the act of nuzzling one cheek into his chest and closing your eyes to simply relish this quiet moment. You don't know what you want to do, but you just know that you need this. Hunter knows it too.

People need a good hug now and again. This galaxy could be so cruel and thorny to the people who mattered most to us, that sometimes what they needed most was an act of deliberate softness to remind them everything would be okay. That the bad times will pass.

That while our hearts yearn and grieve for the ones we miss the most, the room we had for them in our hearts will always remain no matter how long they've been gone.

And the people we love in the here and now will fit themselves next to that jagged space and trim back the thorns, if we only ask.

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

#frostfics #Thorny Days #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #hunter bad batch #hunter tbb #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter x reader #tbb x reader #x reader #hunter x fem!reader #comfort fic #request fic #the-hexfiles

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Azul Ashengrotto (crossroad demon!Azul x singer!Reader)

genre: horror, twisted infatuation

note: mentions of infidelity, mentions of angels and demons, manipulation, no pronouns are used

summary: He may be greedy but he knows that good things come to those who wait. And the moment the wait is over and you decided to make the deal, it would be worth it.

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The voice of the century, they would call you. A once-in-a-lifetime entertainer with unchallenged charm and talent. You were someone so unbelievable that many are left in awe of your existence as though you were blessed by angels…

Though others suspect that you instead made a deal with the Devil.

Rumours were bound to appear at the height of your fame and many of them are outright laughable…but some are unsettlingly close to the truth. You didn’t turn to demons for your talents.

You were in need of something else.

“Azul” you called out in the middle of nowhere alone, tears in your eyes. To outsiders, they may call you pitiful and deranged. But the locals who knew where you were standing on, they would call you desperate for trouble.

“We meet again, my dear. Have you decided on our deal?”

In a blink of an eye, you were faced with a well-dressed man with a face to match his impeccable style. In your career, you’ve met many people with enviable looks but your eyes were more easily drawn to this man dressed to the nines, complimented by his devilish smile.

Your familiarity with this supernatural being was due to your initial indecisiveness, as this wasn’t your first meeting with this otherworldly deal-maker.

Your first meeting came from your impulsive desire to get revenge when you suspect your husband’s affair, with your own sister of all people. Your hometown spoke of legends with demons and the deals they would make with humans, from wishes of money and fame to revenge and even death upon their enemies. Your friends often joked about making such agreements and gossiped as to how to obtain the materials needed to summon such negotiable demons. Growing up, you were sure that you never attempt such a dangerous gamble.

But you cracked.

Your rage fueled you as you dug the ground at an infamous crossroads at the outskirts of an old town, but your humanity made you hesitate.

“I-I don’t know what to do. I love them both, but they lied to me!” You sobbed to which Azul handed you a handkerchief as a form of faux sympathy.

The fair-haired “man” gave an empathetic nod but he was masking his greedy desires. He had a chance to hear your natural talent and despite the toxic environment the world of entertainment is, your soul remained deliciously pure, so temptingly sweet to demons like him and his higher-ups. He found himself getting enchanted by you and how you were a complete contrast to those he had encountered in his centuries-long lifetime.

Ah, could he dare to indulge in your voice as he indulges in you in Hell? To hear your screams as he takes delight reaping the spoils for his troubles?

Azul was close to dragging you into his grasp when you battled internally as you choose between your love for your cherished ones and the hidden desire to violently right the wrong they’ve done to you.

He was so close to you now, he can’t just let you go! He had to keep you tempted.

“Why don’t you take your time, my dear? My only desire is to make your wish come true” he offered his services, his smile ever present on his handsome face “Return here and I shall appear, none of that bothersome ritual required”

He gently pulled the handkerchief away from your shaking hands, only to carefully wipe the remaining stray tears on your cheeks. He leaned close to you, bringing his lips dangerously close to your ears as he whispered a name, his.

“Call my name, and I shall appear for you, and only you”

Oh, if his colleagues could hear him now.

Others may think he lost his mind to let you walk away without payment of any sorts, but he knew best. He already knew the truth of the affair and soon you will be running back, right into his arms begging for his aid. Which you did, as he predicted.

“I can’t believe this! After everything I’ve done for them!” You cried helplessly in the arms of the demon, breaking apart from the reality of the betrayal.

Azul softly soothed you, caressing the back of your head as you took comfort on his chest. He patiently waits for you to calm yourself, grinning to himself as he already had something in mind for his deal with you.

He would rid the pain in your heart, erase the objects that stand in your way of happiness, perhaps even promise to ensure you would never enter a painful relationship again (or any, he mused). Azul Ashengrotto, the ambitious deal-maker of the underworld, can make any and all of your wishes come true.

So long as you can give him what he wants.

#I made Azul way more suave than I expected #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted halloween series #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader

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paper-gold-theories · 7 months

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Villainous Theory: Dark Phantom

This theory compiles all the information of Dark Phantom we have so far, his parents, his relationship with Ghoul, his father, and other basic info.

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Flug’s Notes About Dark Phantom

So according to Flug's Journal Notes, he mentioned Dark Phantom is the spoiled son of the original Dark Phantom's legacy and also a possible hint to his crush on Demencia (refer to this theory for more elaboration)

Dark Phantom ("JR.")

Name: Ezequiel Aterborn VI Classification: Member Status: Ally Abilities: None Notes: Spoiled son heir to his father's legacy: the Original Dark Phantom. (Demencia's Notes) Ugh, this guy is very awkward. In all the meetings that I meet him he tries to talk to me and I always end up hitting him in the face.

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Dark Phantom's Black Hat Organization Flie

According to his Black Hat Organization File, he has a contract with Black Hat Organization requesting them to create an evil plan to destroy his Arch-Nemesis, Vanity Bolt, who has been obstructing him from stealing The Golht stone, a gem can decapitate your enemies but at a cost.

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Dark Phantom ‘s P.E.A.C.E. File

Some highlights from file are:

-> Dr Phantom's full name is Ezequiel Aterborn VI but his nickname or he is known as Zeke

-> As Mentioned in Flug’s notes, his father is The Original Dark Phantom, from Zeke’s full name we can conclude that his father’s name is Ezequiel Aterborn V.

-> Additionally, from the word “original” referring to Dark Phantom Sr, we can conclude that although there are six generations of Aterborns' with the same name, Dark Phantom’s dad is the only other Dark Phantom in the family before his son.

-> His mother’s name is Mia Aterborn and has the title of Lady Phantasm

-> He (and possibly both of his parents) race is a Ganae.

-> He is a Type 2 Villain.

-> As mentioned in Flug’s journal notes Dark Phantom is the heir to his father’s legacy and this file add’s onto this, mentioning that he is the heir to the Dark Phantom cloak.

-> He is an underground criminal gang leader which may refer to him being the Prince of Noctis (will explain more below), but P.E.A.C.E. lists him as a gang leader because Noctis is a hidden city of Villains, thought to be a myth to heroes (as shown in the Shrunken Rescue comic)

-> Some distinguishable features mentioned are that he has no ears and is extremely loud.

-> An example can be seen when he was yelling at SunBlast for the destruction of his lair and blaming him for the capture of his friend Penumbra.

-> Additionally its also mentioned that he is born in the city of Saint Maroni and not Noctis perhaps that was where his lair was located.

(source)

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Who is Dark Phantom Sr.

My theory is that after Dark Phantom Sr. bequeathed his cloak and title of “Dark Phantom” to his son, he focused all of his time ruling Noctis as their King.

This evidence is supported by an Instagrim profile named darkphantomking in Episode 1, which I assumed belong to Dark Phantom’s father who commented “HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! WORKED FOR ME” when Penumbra wanted to make a deal with Black Hat Organization to deal with SunBlast.

We can also conclude from this that Dark Phantom is the Prince of Noctis.

I believe that it can’t be Dark Phantom Jr. who sold his soul because in Episode 6 when Ghoul suggested that they should get rid of Miss Heed through Black Hat Organization’s Hero Extermination Service, Dark Phantom responded that “he owes Black Hat too much” not that he already soul his soul, which required for the service’s payment.

So we can conclude from this unlike his son, that Dark Phantom Sr. sold his soul to BlackHat to deal with his own Arch-Nemesis (probably when he was still using the Dark Phantom cloak and before he became king),

However Dark Phantom Jr. only contracted Black Hat Organization to come up with plans to destroy his Arch-Nemesis, Vanity Bolt but never asked them to handle it personally through their Hero Extermination Service. (Perhaps this will benefit him later on )

However he is in debt in another way to Black Hat Organization because of his over reliance on their services as he mentioned that he doesn't have to lift a finger because of Black Hat Organization indicating that he is lazy and spoilt.

As well as his failure to succeed as a Villain and defeating his Arch-Nemesis because as mentioned in this orientation video, although BlackHat provides the service and products, the success depends on the competency of the Villains (another reason might be because he is trying to court Demencia.)

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How Dark Phantom is Viewed by His Father and the Other Citizens of Noctis

As shown here when the P.E.A.C.E. Hero, Cricket managed to infiltrate Noctis, Dark Phantom’s reaction was that “his dad was going to kill him” and the citizens are quick to assume that it was Dark Phantom’s fault that this happened.

With these 2 evidences and earlier I theorised Dark Phantom Jr. wasn't able to to live up to his father's legacy after he inherited his cloak, and is instead living off his father's success, position, power, and fame (as mentioned earlier in Flug’s notes he refers to him as “spoilt”.)

It also shows that he often causes a lot of trouble in the city and is often seen as a screw up to the other Villains and his father, who probably gets angry and scolds him often at him from his mess-ups.

I believe Dark Phantom Sr. would also be angry and disappointed at his son for wasting his money by squandering his inheritance for, as mentioned above, being lazy and over relying on BHO's services, failing to deal with his Arch-Nemesis (instead of just using the Hero Extermination Service like he did) and for courting Demencia, while at the same time causing unnecessary problems in the city and unable to live up to his name and perform his Dark Phantom and prince duties perfectly.

Dark Phantom’s Relationship with Ghoul

(Placing a summary here and will elaborate further in another post about Ghoul and link it here as I ran out of space for photos 😅. But you can refer to Episode 6, Episode 3 and The Shrunken Rescue comic Part 6 and Part 7 for reference)

According to this, Ghoul is the right man henchman of Dark Phantom.

Ghoul is Dark Phantom’s voice of reason and the more logical of the two and he’s calm temperament balances out Dark Phantom’s loud temperament.

Dark Phantom also relies on Ghoul for help, when Cricket came to Noctis, and also willing to stand and fight while Dark Phantom appeared scared making me believe that Ghoul is the braver of the two and his henchmen is the one to clean his boss's messes.

Ghoul cares about his boss as shown in Episode 6, he asked him if he was alright when he fell running away from Miss Heed's simps and offered his hand to help and was worried when he could not hear him when he was dialing BHO's.

He also referred to him as “Sir” which indicates that he respects him.

Both of them seem to enjoy each other’s company and consider each other as friends outside of work, as you can see them genuinely having fun hanging out watching the wrestling match in Episode 3.

And although Ghoul was mind controlled by Miss Heed to sell his soul for a “Hero Extermination Service”, based on other interactions and that it was his idea to call BHO in the first place I believe he would have soul his soul on behalf of Dark Phantom when his boss said he owed Black Hat too much and can’t give anymore. Indicating that he is extremely loyal to Dark Phantom.

#villainous #villanos #black hat organization #villainous dark phantom #villainous ghoul #villainous vanity bolt #villainous theory #villainous theories #villainous demencia #villainous penumbra #villainous sunblast #villainous missheed #villainous miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly

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sagau-fruit-bowl · 2 years

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HELLO! HI! I HAVE JUST COME TO THE REALIZATION NOTHING IS STOPPING ME FROM WRITING HEADCANONS OF [NAME] BEING LIKE, 14 IN GUIDE AU AND BEING ADOPTED BY EVERYONE

Keep in mind this is not the canon, this is me having ideas that make my found family loving heart very happy.

Please enjoy but either way, oh well because I need to write this for my soul.

This also isn't very good, this is me rambling and it has been sitting in my drafts because I didn't know if I should post it or not.

For some context... ish. This is very self indulgent.

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[Name] didn't always look their age, or act it to be honest, and when people think you're a god they let you get away with a lot of things.

So honestly [Name] didn't bother telling anyone their age, it didn't bother anyone, it's not like they had anyone flirting with them, it's not like it would gain them any respect, the only thing it might provide was an explanation for some more childish behaviors of theirs but if you look at Venti, you know it's uncommon of gods to be immature.

It only really came up on accident though someone was bound to find out someday.

It was supposed to be just another Teyvat meeting. Zhongli had some paperwork he wanted signed, Ei had some questions about offerings, Childe wanted me to help him fight Aether, Diluc was fighting the urge to drop kick Scaramouche, Xiao and Venti had gone somewhere and Albedo and Dainsleif were caught in a conversation about some kind of project, that wasn't everyone but it was normal.

However, [Name] found a bit of a problem in the paperwork and sighed. They really didn't want to lie about their age or have anyone know but unfortunately this piece of paper was about payment for items and required you to be of legal age, something [Name] was unfortunately not, so they slid the paper back over in Zhongli's direction who then looked up at them.

"Was there something wrong with it?" He asked and [Name] shrugged.

"I can't sign it. I'm not old enough yet."

Zhongli paused at that, staring at them for a few moments. "Please repeat that…"

"I'm not old enough to sign that. You need to be at least eighteen. to sign for anything regarding financial issues in that country, I'm not." [Name] did their best to reply casually and not make a big deal out of it and luckily for them, Zhongli seemed pretty relaxed about the whole thing.

"How old are you exactly?" He asked.

[Name] internally sighed, hoping there wouldn't be any getting in trouble for this. "Fourteen."

Zhongli blanched and [Name] could tell they were likely going to get a rant regarding the fact they had signed so much paperwork, but he surprised them, simply asking "Why didn't you inform us?"

Again, [Name] shrugged. "No reason to. I have a bedroom I can act like a kid in if I so chose."

Unfortunately Zhongli shook his head "No, that won't do. I'll speak with the other archons about lessening your workload and finding you some friends in your age range."

[Name] held back a look of disgust. "No thank you. I'm doing fine, please just treat me according to how I act."

Zhongli nodded and [Name] hoped that would be the end of it.

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Update, it was not the end of it. Two days later, [Name] had been called out to make an appearance in Liyue, some sort of holiday celebration.

If [Name] was being truthful, they weren't actually listening during the meeting, planning their later adventure with Venti and Kaeya, unfortunately that meant they had no clue what they had said yes too.

They had arrived only twenty minutes before but found themselves facing both Zhongli and Childe at a restaurant that had been reserved and [Name] fought to the urge to berate the duo over just how much money this must have cost.

Not long into the meal, Zhongli brought it up again, this time, and [Name] was tempted to say he did this on purpose, with Childe in the room.

"So, Your Grace, I've spoken at length with the other archons over how your duties will change now that we are aware of your situation."

Childe raised an eyebrow "Situation?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it." [Name] told him, glaring daggers into the archon's head, who simply smiled like the self assured asshole he is and spoke, much to [Name]'s chagrin. "Their age. Their Grace is in fact, a minor."

[Name] had to restrain themselves from making a I'm a Minor, and I'm Neurodivergent joke, but decided against it.

Childe looked over to them in shock "You're a kid?! But you act so old… that does explain a lot though."

[Name] rolled their eyes "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

Childe grinned before pausing for a moment and asking another question "What about your family?"

[Name] also paused.

"What do you mean?" Zhongli asked.

Childe straightened himself in his chair as he explained. "Most human children really should spend as much time as possible with their family. I don't know how old they are exactly-" Childe was cut off by Zhongli "Fourteen" "Oh that's even worse. Your Grace, again I ask, what about your family?"

[Name] shrugged once more. "They showed me how to care for myself, I'm sure they'll appreciate that I'm putting those oh so important life skills to use."

Child shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I mean, what are you going to do about your family now?"

"I just told you, they'll be fine."

Childe looked over to Zhongli who shrugged. He knew he wasn't the most aware of the emotional needs of human or godly children.

Childe groaned in annoyance and turned back to [Name] "I mean, you're gonna need somebody to be a sibling or parental figure."

[Name] stared at him. "... No. I refuse. Absolutely not. All of you act more like children than I do. Not a fucking chance."

To [Name]'s annoyance, Childe just laughed "I'd be happy to be your older brother. I'm sure my parents would also be happy to be your parents."

Zhongli nodded slowly in understanding. "If it's a parental figure you need, an archon like myself would be a much better choice to teach you about growing up into godhood."

[Name] buried their face into their arms and groaned.

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When [Name] made a return to Mondstadt, they had a few more unwelcome interactions regarding their legal guardian.

It midday on a so far enjoyable Saturday afternoon, they sat in the training grounds of the Knights headquarters, watching Jean care for Klee and witnessing Bennetts usual stunts when training with Kaeya. [Name] winced at a particularly hard smack on the older man's ankles.

They almost didn't notice when the wind began to pick up, chiming in their ears and attempting to draw their attention.

[Name] tuned into their song just long enough to hear the wind call Venti's name before tuning out once more and mentally preparing themselves for his arrival.

As always when the bard arrived, it wasn't without his share of theatrics.

He had apparently jumped from the top of the knights of Favonius headquarters and didn't bother to use anything to catch his fall until the last moment.

[Name] wasn't startled at his arrival, the warning from the wind being enough, but Bennett sure was, resulting in missed swing from his mentor and a hard blow to his side.

Kaeya looked to the side awkwardly for a moment before regaining his usual demeanor. "And that, is why you don't take your eyes off of your opponent."

Venti simply smiled at let out a small '"ehe!" Before turning to face [Name] who looked at him in confusion as they greeted him.

"Good Morning Venti… Is there something you need?"

He grinned and [Name] just knew they had opened the floodgates to something they didn't want.

"I hear you need a family."

They resisted the urge to punch his stupid smily face.

"I don't need a family." They told him "I'm perfectly fine without a family here in Teyvat."

Jean looked over at the two in curiosity "What are you talking about?"

Venti grinned even wider but [Name] jumped to their feet and placed their hands over his mouth before he could speak, leaving his words as untranslatable noises.

[Name] answered for the muffled god. "Nothing, don't worry about it. Go back to your previous task."

Venti laughed behind their hand and forcibly pulled their arm away from his face. "Their Grace is a child~" he told Jean in a sing song voice.

"Really? You're gonna talk like that and claim I'm the kid in this situation?"

Jean stared at [Name] for a while before whispering "Are you really?"

[Name] rolled their eyes. "Yes. Yes I am. I am fourteen years of age."

She looked at [Name] with a level of pity that tempted them to throw her off a cliff.

"That must be so lonely… to be in a new world without a family… I would gladly take you in if you wanted me as your mother."

[Name] huffed. "This, this is why I don't tell people."

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[Name] had no plans for returning to Mondstadt or Liyue for the time and visiting Snezhnaya would only make Childe's insistence worse, so Inazuma it is.

Arriving, they were constantly on guard for any comment that could have been made towards their age and when they could have sworn Ei was going to say something, they quickly redirected the conversation, requesting to plan a visit to the Kamisato estate, hoping, praying, to anyone who would listen and apparently themselves that nothing would be said.

When they arrived at the estate, all they wanted to do was discuss business. The first conversation ended up derailed however, instead of focusing on trade deals with Snezhnaya and moving towards family stories, Ayato had plenty of stories to tell about his dear younger sister.

It was a story that took place when Ayaka was around [Name]'s age that caused them to tense and one of the two to ask what was wrong.

Honestly [Name] had enough of avoiding the topic at this point that they simply explained, starting with the fact they were fourteen and ending with several tales of people insisting they have a legal guardian while in Teyvat.

"See, the issue is that if I choose someone to be my family, it's like choosing a vessel but twenty times worse. If I choose the wrong person, they'll hold it over everyone else's head for eternity!"

Ayato and Ayaka simply shared a look. "Perhaps" Ayaka began "You could be a part of our family. You'd definitely enjoy it and we promise to be respectful towards others."

Ayato chuckled "For the most part at least."

[Name] simply shook their head. "I'm fine as I am. I really really am."

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It was almost 3 weeks later when [Name] got a knock on the door to their bedroom.

With a call for them to enter, [Name] put down the book they were reading onto their desk and directed their attention to the door as Childe, Ayato, Venti and Zhongli walked in, closely followed by Jean. [Name] knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Well good morning to you all as well… to what do I owe this meeting?" They asked after a long stretch of silence.

More silence filled the room until Childe broke it, a stack of papers that [Name] realized was in his hand was plopped down in front of them at their desk and [Name] looked at the papers in confusion. "What's this?"

The group looked between each other before Jean spoke up. "Adoption paperwork."

[Name] could only facepalm.

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There was nothing stopping me and my found family loving heart had to. I'll probably expand on this idea further once I have brain power if y'all don't hate it.

@sayomiikaye @eccedentesiast-sapphic (this is part of the being tagged in random headcanons/ideas stuff but if you'd like me to not tag you in this kind of non-canon content, please do let me know.)

#genshin x reader #sagau #genshin impact x reader #sagau cult au #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #genshin x teen

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the-fae-folk · 1 year

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Do the Fair Folk have jobs? Do they have their own currency? Do they have their own government?

Of course they do. Whatever needs to be done, they'll do it. For example, if someone decided they wanted to have some Frytour blaunched (a kind of almond-filled pastry baked in honey and wine) they would need to have someone to grow and harvest almonds, to grow ginger, to grow and process sugar, to pan for or otherwise obtain salt, someone to keep bees and to obtain their honey, wine makers, someone to obtain the oil used in cooking, and of course someone to package and send off all of those goods, someone to transport them, someone to receive them, and if the Faerie in question wasn't making it themselves they would also have someone to actually make the pastry. That isn't even taking into account all the labor involved in making just the pastry dough. For something like that you would need butter, which necessitates the keeping of dairy cows or goats. You would need eggs, which means that someone needs to keep whatever kind of birds the eggs are from, or at least go out and collect them. Flour would require tilling and planting and harvesting. And saffron, if you're inclined to be traditional, would need to be gathered as well. The Fair Folk, if they want to continue playing their games of human courts and societies, must have people to do all of those things. However, unlike our world, the folk do not necessarily need to eat. At least not to live. But eating is nice, and they would delight in grand feasts and an extravagant variety of dishes and desserts.

Some of these they used to gain from humans, as offerings. But there is much they would have had to obtain for themselves, by stealing, or by hard work. Yet unlike human society, the Fae cannot be forced into such a position unless it is what they themselves wish to do. No threat of death or starvation, and an assured eternity of doing whatever they wished, what could possibly force them to live a life they didn't want? Many of these fae do the work as a hobby, something they enjoy for the doing of it. The beekeeper likes the bees, they sing together in the soft evening light, and the bees trust them more fully than they would their own. Winemakers have perfected their work over centuries of effort, cultivating it far beyond a mere process to an artform. Assuredly there are many jobs that the fae might do. Some might carve wood into furniture or toys or mysterious wardrobes that lead to places they shouldn't. Others might make shoes or clocks or wind chimes. Whatever it is they want to do, they simply do. Those in the courts will play their own games, games of lords and ladies and power, games of kings and governments. And as long as the rest of the folk are content, then things will remain. But the memory of the Fair Ones is long, longer by far than humanity's. They are not easily preyed upon. As for coin, no. I do not think the folk have coins of metal such as humans have used throughout the ages. Yet there is much to trade that they value. Promise or deal, unbreakable once made. A memory of their own or from another. Anything can be traded. Moonlight, starlight, wind from the hilltops. Do you sell fruit from a country that no longer exists? Or buy only last edition poetry novels which will never be printed again? Or trade in beautiful fabrics of your own work? A name dealer? A seller and buyer of souls? What are you willing to give for what you want? What are you willing to take in order to give what is yours? Sometimes, if they wish to facilitate the game, or merely enjoy the work but have little use for the fruit of their labor, they might simply give it away, happy that it is being put to good use. For them, that is payment enough. Humanity is so concerned with buying and selling, so worried about the worth of things. The Folk, the Faeries, they are more often concerned with the enjoyment of life, and that to them is of the most importance because they have an eternity of it to live. So they find things to do that they love, that are meaningful to them, that bring laughter and song. So that you too might find something of their joy, here is a recipe for Frytour blaunched.

INGREDIENTS:

Finely ground almonds

Ginger - the powdered spice, not the fresh root.

Sugar

Salt - use to taste.

Pastry dough

Oil

Honey

Wine - red or white & slightly sweet.

DIRECTIONS:

Mix almonds with sugar, ginger, and a little salt - this should be a sweet, slightly spicy blend. Roll out the pastry dough. You may now make the pastry several different ways: by cutting out circles of dough, placing filling in the middle, and folding into a half-circle; by cutting out circles, squares, or triangles of pastry, placing filling in the middle of one piece and then covering with another piece of dough and sealing the edges; or by making small stuffed squares or rectangles, egg-roll style. In any case, make sure the edges of the pastry(ies) are securely sealed. Fry the pastry(ies) in hot oil until lightly browned; remove from oil and let drain. In a pot, bring the honey to a soft boil, then reduce heat. Skim off the scum as it rises. Add just enough wine to make a thick sauce. Thoroughly coat the pasty(ies) in the wine sauce, then place on a baking sheet. Bake in a hot oven for several minutes. The pastry(ies) may be basted with additional sauce during baking or immediately afterward.

#fairy #fae #faerie #fae folk #fair folk #fae culture #faerie government #faerie currency #faerie jobs #pastry #baking #medieval food #medieval recipe #baking recipes

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randomwriteronline · 1 year

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Do You Want Me To Write You Something? Commissions open

If you don't want to read it all go ahead and compile this, it's a more succint version of this post and you can order already from there. Do send an ask or DM after because this bastard doesnt notify me at All.

How does it work?

Contact me via ask or DM and check if I am familiar with what you would like me to write. If I am, or if I feel confident enough in my knowledge of the source to write about it, proceed with your request.

Requests must include plot, characters involved, tone*, what not to include**, and approximate length. I might ask for more specific scenes or plot points to be added if I find myself unable to come up with enough stuff to reach the word count.

If asked, I can show the work in progress; I will otherwise only share it once it's done. It can still be altered afterwards.

*silly, fluff, hurt/comfort, horror, surreal, Just Hanging Out...

**ranges from content (i.e. alcohol, smoking) to themes/tropes (i.e. reincarnation)

Do you do original works?

Yes. Requests of this kind will need to be extremely specific and to include as much information about the setting and characters as possible, since I will have no source other than you and if somebody messed up portraying my own original characters I know for a fact I would cry. Describe everything in enough detail so I cannot fuck up.

This also applies to AUs.

Do you do NSFW / suggestive?

If you're upfront about it, yes. Do not let me in on it only after I already agreed and only because I asked for clarification, especially if it's fetish content. It's happened before. I despised it.

Unless requested otherwise, sex will not be detailed and genitals will be unspecified. Kinks can be requested but I won't write something that makes me uncomfortable (i.e. anything with piss). Non-con is only allowed as a kink scene; p*do and b*stial are flat out rejected.

Can I post my commission?

If it's NSFW, I'd rather it remains unpublished. For others, if you properly credit me, sure.

How/When do I pay?

Paypal or ko-fi. I will share the necessary information once the commission is finished to proceed with the payment.

How much does it cost?

Up to 100 words - 2 euro

100 to 500 words - 5 euro

500 to 1k words - 7 euro

1k to 2.5k words - 10 euro

2.5k to 5k words - 15 euro

5k to 7k words - 20 euro

7k to 10k words - 25 euro

Above 10k words: 30 euro*

*+5 euro for each additional 5k words

What sources do you usually write about / have written about / are knowledgeable of?

Bendy and The Ink Machine, The Legend of Zelda (varied games), Pokémon Legends Arceus, Pokémon Black/White and Black 2/White 2, Dark Deception, Darkest Dungeon, Ace Attorney, Dark Souls (trilogy).

Where can I find your works to check out your writing style?

In #random writing and on my Ao3 account.

How long will it take?

Unfortunately it depends entirely on how my brain feels like making it take, but I will do my best to be quick. Longer works will of course require longer times.

OK THATS IT, thank you for reading all this! please reblog if youd like

#commissions #writing commissions #open comm #random talks

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letsdotarot · 2 years

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Paid readings are OPEN

Guidelines for paid reading requests -

1. Only one question/topic per reading request will be taken.

2. Send in your question to [email protected].

3. I’ll get in touch with you and provide you your reading. The reading provided will be very detailed and thorough.

4. After that you can make your payment to - https://ko-fi.com/letsdotarot .

5. Charges are minimum $13 for one reading. Since the reading will be very thorough, if you like your reading and if you can afford, you are always welcome to donate more :) But it is completely up to you. No compulsion.

6. Readings involving topics such past life, karmic relationships, soul contracts and health related issues etc, which require me to go more in-depth to analyse various aspects, will be minimum $30. Since the reading will be very thorough, if you like your reading and if you can afford, you are always welcome to donate more :) But it is completely up to you. No compulsion.

7. If you want to ask multiple questions or require reading on multiple topics, repeat steps 1 to 6 - ask question#1, get your reading, make payment. Then ask question#2, get your reading, make payment. So on and so forth.

It would be hugely helpful to me if you can recommend my services to your near and dear ones.

Thanks a lot for all your reading requests! Hugely appreciated!

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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Any content for rsv? I'm just just fell for June and Zayne well just uh... I'm in my pink period and they just so romantic (*˘︶˘*).｡🌸

just need content to your taste, I just like to find at least something now eheh

Heya 👋 Sorry for a long reply. I have to admit, I'm still learning about these characters, but I've already come up with a couple of headcanons for them. And to be honest, so far I really like June. Probably even more than Zayne (sorry, cinnamon roll from Amethyne's family, but the former member of the jazz-band sunk into my soul more). They are a little short, but I hope you enjoy them anyway ☺️

June:

When he's relaxing after playing the piano, he doesn't mind showing the kids a couple easy music lessons (as long as they promise not to get the piano dirty, of course).

June never drank coffee until he entered art university. Now he cannot imagine life without coffee as well as without music.

If he hears in the hotel lobby that one of the villagers congratulates their friend wish a happy birthday, he will definitely play the little birthday song. He won't require payment for this, because the smiles and laughter of pleasantly surprised people are enough for him.

June has an exclusive collection of vinyl records from the world's most famous jazz bands. Some even autographed!

Zayne:

Zayne was able to persuade Maive to let him, his brother Louie, and cousin Ariah take a walk in the village's central park. Louie is a little mischievous that they're not going somewhere more interesting, but it's better than nothing. In the end, Louie misses his big brother who comes so rarely.

Zayne still keeps his wooden music box in his room on the mansion. Sometimes, as a child (and even now), the pressure of the duties of the Amethyne's family was unbearable, and a small mahogany wooden box that emits a calm melody was the only friend and listener on sleepless nights.

He has a sweet tooth. Naturally, Zayne keeps to a diet, but he still allows himself a piece of sweet cake or chocolate after hard work. Irine willingly helps him with this, trying to make sweets not only taste great for Mr. Zayne, but not spoiling the figure.

#ridgeside village headcanons #rsv #ridgeside village #rsv june #rsv zayne #thanks for the ask!

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vvatchword · 1 year

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Metamorphosis

When Dr. Lamb published Metamorphosis, it was by her own hand. No publisher in Rapture would touch it.

“Why the hell did you come down here?” asked one, throwing the manuscript at her across his desk.

“It could not have been written had I not,” she said.

A simple cover in white linen. Embossed on the front, a jellyfish with its tentacles outflung, suggesting the shape of sun beaming down, and below, its larval stage, like a shining pearl.

“The chain of industry is characterized as a force outside of us,” wrote Dr. Lamb in her foreword, “but industry cannot and does not exist outside of human beings. Does industry form spontaneously from the earth? Does it emerge from any species other than our own? No. If it cannot exist outside of mankind, then mankind makes up its fabric, psychology, and utility, and it is foolish to ignore the donations of his time and body. Instead of representing the chain as a spiritual force above mankind, we are served better by imagining every link as an individual human life that exerts pressure on all its neighbors—a pressure which can be detected across the whole of the system itself.”

“Read at the Expense of Your Self!” wailed The Rapture Tribune.

“The Pinkos’ Little White Book!” howled The Rapture Daily Post.

“Eleanor Lamb’s Secret Father,” winked Do Tell!, which was, as always, ahead of the times.

Despite the cries of critics, the book was purchased in droves and ordered by bookstores all over Rapture. By the time the major publishers finally descended to beg forgiveness, Dr. Lamb had founded her own publisher and needed them no more. The little white building sat directly beside her own, churning out a hundred copies per day.

Most unconventional were the prices she exacted. For its wholesale price, she asked for $0.10 per book, well under market standards; from people, she asked what they would prefer to pay. “Free” was always an option.

“By demanding space between each other,” Dr. Lamb wrote, “we have only grown mad for human connection. Any promise of social interaction becomes as powerful as a drug; even the educated find themselves incapable of resisting the most questionable charlatans, and for such tawdry payment as ‘physical touch’ and ‘a listening ear.’ This physical need for touch, this psychological need for understanding, are basic requirements of every human body; not only do we ignore them at the peril of our individual emotional and physical wellbeings, we ignore them at the peril of our society’s.”

Andrew Ryan’s Sunday editorial spat acid.

“Beware the charlatan who rouges the words of science,” he wrote. “Prove that adult human beings require selflessness, Dr. Lamb: you will find a cash prize in your mailbox as soon as you do. Citizens: beware the morass of selfless living. Remember that to be selfless is to sell yourself to another’s service. And for what? The pitiful paycheck of social approbation? One must ask oneself: ‘What does Dr. Lamb gain from the sale of my soul?’”

Dr. Lamb’s editorial sprawled below his:

“Ryan is obsessed with the ‘tyrant.’ What is a tyrant? The tyrant is an individual who demands his wellbeing at the expense of all others; he suffers from the terror of victimization and the unpredictability of groups. When the tyrant views a world of plenty, he does not relax with the knowledge he shall be well; he glances aside at his fellow man and sees robbers. He fears he shall be excluded to the same extent that he would exclude them. Incapable of judging the true extent of his need and unwilling to try, he says, ‘All or nothing!’

“To the tyrant, selfishness is primarily viewed as a matter of survival: ‘If I have survived,’ he says, ‘it is because I have defeated others in order to perpetuate myself.’ Note that the tyrant describes his own manner of ascent; he does not explore alternative modes; he does not face down his own fears or heal his own psychological wounds. By fabricating a toxic environment where only he may prosper, he subjects a captive audience to his personal poison.”

In the first few weeks after the book was published, people could be seen wearing white hatbands or white ribbons on their arms—first by the handful; then the dozens; then the hundreds.

“All of us have dealt with the destructive nature of selflessness or we would not be here. Well do we understand the sacrifices demanded for the sakes of society, God, government, kings—always others, never ourselves. The erasure of our boundaries; strangers asking us to give and give and give even when we have nothing left; the theft of our time and our physical wellness and our labor with no acknowledgment or return. But if we can freely admit the failures of selflessness, we would be remiss if we did not examine those in selfishness. The true question is not which mode of thought is better; the question is, ‘In what context is it best utilized?’”

True Believers gathered on the street corners and watched her building, smoking cheap cigarettes.

“The astute reader will note that these beliefs are not limited to tyrants. Central to the philosophy is fear of attack and a citizenry at constant war with itself. But why should the philosophy fear attack in a modern society made up only of its constituents? Have we not invited only the best of mankind? Why, then, is it wrapped up in the terms of war? Who is fighting whom, and why? Why must all human interactions be defined by the brutality of battle? Why the expectation of destruction instead of that of diplomacy, friendship, communion, education, or art?

“And think of the outcome: for it is one thing to destroy the parasite—but here we destroy paragons, those who believe everything we hold dear, who possess incredible abilities and knowledge that might uplift us all—who, left to their own devices on the surface, might have brought that Sodom to some greater understanding.”

The buildings beside Lamb’s went up in white, one by one by one.

“How many geniuses toil here in obscurity? Have we taken them from the surface only to destroy them? What use is a destroyed glory? Who knows how many beautiful things we have lured down here to die? What use is the philosophy if it only benefits a few, if it upholds the monochrome monolith over the multi-faceted glories of ten thousand teeming brains? What happens when an environment has been tooled to benefit the few over the many?”

A pamphlet began passing around the Drop, ripped from the book and printed rogue by some starry-eyed stranger:

“The philosophy’s intent is to glorify the best in humankind. But what is the reality? It is this: the powerful destroys the powerless. What is the powerful? He who retains the most material goods, social currency, or physical strength—none of which depend on the quality of the idea, but the transmission of it.

“If the idea could come alone, by itself, and be instantly understood, this would be one thing; but all ideas come couched in human beings. Will a Negro scientist with poor diction and no funds fare better than a white Adonis with a charismatic disposition and a tycoon father? In my position, I have met many of the former and none of the latter.

“Why do we expect that the most excellent idea comes couched in power? Perhaps it is to justify the powerful class. Perhaps it is to justify the philosophy’s existence, to soothe our wounded consciousnesses, a survivor’s bias—to reassure ourselves that we have overcome because we have simply tried harder, cared more, possessed fewer vices. But how often does progress come as the dissenting voice, the voice of the small, the evidence we would prefer not to notice and can afford not to?

“In short, the powerless is not destroyed because he is incapable—far from it! No, the best idea might just as soon fall to a glib speaker who only excels in matters of speechcraft, to the more handsome and charming, or he who knows the boardmembers he begs for aid, or to he who crouches upon masses of pre-existing capital. The best idea cannot win until the philosophy acknowledges the natural formation of groups among human beings and deals accordingly.

“The astute reader might notice this: the powerful utilize the group and its mechanisms even as it is derided; the group is formed even as its influence is ignored.

“Why does the philosophy ignore the impact of the group?

“What is the philosophy but a philosophy of tyrants?”

UPRISING: BLACK SCRAPBOOK HUB

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #sofia lamb #andrew ryan #fanfiction #uprising #vvatchword #in which I feature two people who just cannot shut up #'True Believers' in this context are Andrew Ryan stans #i based dr. lamb on me #i'm prepared to fuckin yoshimitsu this bitch #first draft subject to change

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hawthorne-house · 2 years

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Hawthorne House Readings

Hello Alchemical Souls! Welcome to Hawthorne House. My name is Vivienne, and if you've been here before you know that I disappeared for a few months. I'm here to briefly explain why. I'll probably go into more detail later once things are settled but essentially it is this. The last few months there were struggles with home life and it all came to a head this last week, which resulted in me finally breaking free of and ending a twelve year long toxic and abusive relationship. I am now in the process of moving and saving up funds to do that. I'm leaving officially on the 16th of this month, taking what I can but leaving most of it behind. Which brings me to the reason for this post. Money is still really tight. I have enough to pay two months worth of rent and buy some food but not enough to make me feel safe and secure going out into the world after basically being a shut-in for the last decade (more on that later). So! To earn a little extra money and find a sense of stability in all this chaos I'm going to be offering paid readings here at Hawthorne House. I will get to as many as I can as time goes and I will list what can be requested below. If you are interested in one of my tarot/oracle/channeled readings, please feel free to dm me here or on Instagram @vivihawthorne. Please note that I will NEVER message you first in regards to a paid reading so if someone comes along pretending to be me ignore them and don't give them any money. Thank you so much for taking the time to have a look at my post. And without further adieu. Hawthorne House Readings All readings (except those listed otherwise) will be recorded and sent to you via video. Once your reading has been accepted I will provide a method for payment (this will be Chime or paypal). Payment will be required in advance before your reading is done. I use a combination of Tarot and Oracle cards depending on what I am drawn to during the reading and each tarot reading will receive one oracle card at the end as an overall advice or final message. Disclaimer: The Readings at Hawthorne House are not meant to dictate your life or your actions and should not be taken as the end all be all knowledge for your situation. You know what is happening in your life better than anyone, my readings are only meant to provide you with as much clarification as possible so that you can choose the best coarse of action. Also it is important to understand that life, fate, destiny, existence, however you want to refer to it as, is in a constant state of flux. Having greater clarity or a different perspective on a situation can cause the timeline of events to accelerate or change depending on how you put this information to use (I'm saying this from personal experience) so please keep that in mind. $5 Quick Card Pull – This is a one card pull plus clarifiers in which you can ask any question of your choosing. (These are very simple readings for simple questions.) This reading can be done via video upon request.

$10 General Reading – This will be a three card pull plus clarifiers. If you do not have a specific question we will look at your general energies and see what information the Universe (and/or your spirits and guides) wish to provide you.

$15 The Scales – In this reading we'll take a look at the two sides of your situation, question, or concern. What it is bringing into your life that is positive and what it might be bringing into your life that is not so positive, as well as any advice for you on the matter. $20 A Week Ahead – In this reading we look at the energies of the upcoming week. Your energies, the energies surrounding you, and how they will shift. We will pull a card for each day and then clarify and break down each of those cards to give you as much detail as possible. (Please note this reading is still fairly new.)

$27 Doors to Destiny – This is a seven card pull as well but rather than your week ahead this looks at your soul's journey and where you are within it overall or just in this life (situation varies person to person on what is picked up) where you are going, and what information would be most useful to you at this time.

$30 A Month Ahead – This reading will let us take a look at your upcoming month. We will pull five cards for the five upcoming weeks and then break each of those cards down with clarifiers weeks one through five. We will see how the month is unfolding and how you and the energies around you are shifting/changing through that month. What to expect, what to look out for, and any helpful advice to see you through it.

$35 Web Reading – This is a thirteen card spread in which we take a look at the energies surrounding you in four distinct categories. What grounds you, what inspires you, what frightens and/or obstructs you, and what heals and/or guides you forward. We'll see which of these energies are hidden from you and which ones you are likely aware of. We will also look at what ties you to that energy and any additional information that comes.

$45 Soul Reading – A soul reading is a bit more mystical. It involves trance and reading your energies, the essence of you, as you are seen by the Universe. In this reading I will deep dive into who you are as a person, both what I see, what is channeled naturally, and with the assistance of cards. These readings can be anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour long and require you to be as open as you are willing to be, keep in mind the more open you are the easier it is for me to read you. If you have a specific inquiry you can ask before we begin the reading and that will be where I focus when we begin. But I should warn you that these readings tend to have a mind of their own and I will get whatever they (the energies, your soul, your guides, the universe, the gods, whichever you want to take it as) decide. So while you will get information on the question you asked it is likely that there are other more pressing things that will need to be conveyed (this is just from past experience in doing these readings).

$50 Soul Bond – In this reading we will look at you and your person. You can call this a love reading but it doesn't have to be. This could be a reading about your connection between you and a lover, or you and a friend, or you and a parent. Just about anyone. We will look at their energies, your energies, the energies building between you, what that could mean for your relationship, and how to strengthen or release those energetic ties and any other information. As well as any additional information and/or advice on this connection.

#witchblr #divination #tarot #oracle #tarot community #oracle community #tarot reading #Oracle Reading #channeled messages #Hawthorne House #divination community #Vivi speaks #witch #witch community #spiritual #spirtuality #soul journey

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