#Why Use React Native

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I would say that the United States, as of right now, has three main food groups (aside from junk food) and those are, Italian, Mexican, and Chinese. All of which have been Americanized here to some extent but differently in different parts of the country. I find this very funny because I have heard people from Italy be indignant about what we’ve done with the stuff (and about good restaurants too!) like, sorry if you guys weren’t creative, mixing things up a bit is great. “What about (regionally popular food)?!” I know we all have those, I haven’t heard of bitches in the south eating lefse, but that’s not my point! What was my point actually? I think I was going to say that, even if we bastardize stuff a lot, I’m super glad we have, as a country, agreed that more seasoning is good. Because if this place had been like “fuck immigrant food forever, we are eating British style” I think I would die.

This country has historically treated immigrants like shit, but we do tend to cave eventually and go like “actually,

your food is really good” a kind of shallow prize I guess, but I’m glad we actually start doing it eventually because I WILL mock British food and I WILL be sad that the only good family recipes my family has from before immigrating are all desserts. Don’t get me wrong, I love sweets, but I’m pretty sure there is a reason we stopped making other stuff

Wait, I re-read this today and realized I sound like my family is British. We are not. What even are British desserts? I bet they don’t have enough cardamom. Although lefse doesn’t have cardamom and i like a lot of things without it, my point is that their holiday and special event foods probably don’t have enough! Which wouldn’t surprise me tbh because apparently the only place that went crazy for the stuff outside of where it originated seems to have been Scandinavia for some reason. At least some maps I looked at seemed to suggest it. Which rocked me to my core

[nightingale-prompts]

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I grew up lucky for a queer person. My area wasn’t actively hostile to me. My parents accepted the news that I had a crush on my best friend with no major upset.

There was homophobic comments made in my household in line with the era, but without hatred behind the words. I got called “lesbian” by bullies but honestly it just rolled off of hurtful and hit funny.

That’s why I was so ill prepared for my move to Arizona. I was moving to live with my at-the-time girlfriend, Taylor. She was native to the state and I’d met her while living there for one miserable year in high school. I’d had a crush on her for ten years before we started dating.

In the process of moving my parents were helping by driving a uhaul with my stuff while Taylor and I drove down in my car. It was a two day drive and we rolled into my new city one warm desert evening. We stopped to get some water and wait for my parents to catch up in the uhaul.

We got out of the car, stretching our achy limbs and heading toward a little fast food place in the strip mall. Across the parking lot a group of men started hooting and whistling at us. Words like “beautiful,” and “come here” drifting along the still evening air. We didn’t react and they grew louder until I casually flipped them off.

The tenor of their calls changed instantly. Now we heard “dykes” and “bitches” and “teach you a lesson”. For the first time, I felt afraid to be walking along in a lit parking lot. I looked at Taylor and to my horror she had started to turn in their direction.

I grabbed her arm and she shook me off. The men were moving away but I didn’t want to see a fight or worse break out if she caught up. But Taylor wasn’t heading to follow them. She was arrowing toward the truck they’d been lounging across.

“What are you doing?” I asked her anxiously.

For answer she reached for guys front tire and started letting the air out. A nervous giggle escaped me and I stood to keep lookout. She had the front two tires done before the trucks owner came storming across the parking lot.

“You should have just slashed them!” he snarled, “Woulda been faster.”

Taylor rose and coolly said, “That’s destruction of property, I was just checkin’ your tires, bro.”

Emotions flitted across his face from surprise to rage but after a moment he mastered his anger and said, “Okay. I get it. We were out of line before.”

He held out his hand as if to shake hers and I tensed. His eyes told a very different story than his mouth. Taylor casually flicked his air cap at him and it bounced off his chest. We turned and walked away without another word.

It was my first night in my new town. The scene would set the stage for later interactions. People who would ask me if I couldn’t empathize with parents who kicked their gay kids out for spreading sin. I’d go on to be followed and harassed on more than one occasion. That night showed me how privileged I’d been and how vulnerable I was at the time. But I at least had the satisfaction of thinking back to that man filling his tires back up with air.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Fiddlespick's: Easter Bunny Part 1

Male Rabbit Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Kitsune Reader

CW: Imminent noncon, musk, fingering to stretch reader, mistaken identity, delusional yandere, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 706

(First story in the Fiddlespick's collection. Still 30min. of Easter left where I live so enjoy your holiday meal! Part 2 of this story can be found HERE! The explanation of the Fiddlespick's setting, and eventually other stories in the same school, can be found HERE.)

You had been studying at Saint Frattlebond Fiddlespick's Academy of Arcane Excellence for three years now. You were a proud kitsune, training to be a healer.

The school was great, but one thing that always annoyed you were the rumors. Always rumors of some creature or invader prowling around and snatching students.

The silliest, and by far the most annoying, rumor was that there lurked a rabbit man-hybrid of unnatural origin who prowled the woods looking for revenge on the kitsune that drove him mad.

Some said that he was the result of a mad mage, a kitsune, who fused his rabbit familiar with an innocent human mage.

Others said he was a simple wererabbit druid that had gone mad when his kitsune lover rejected him.

A few claimed he was a native beast to the area that simply hated how wild foxes preyed on wild rabbits and hated anything that resembled a fox.

But you? You said it was all bullshit. Dumbass students fooled by a prank that took on a life of its own and continued for decades.

And you were going to prove it was all a hoax because you were fed the fuck up with hearing about it.

You gathered some camping supplies and on the weekend when you were free of classes and walked the long overgrown path into The Frostweary Woods. So named because half of all the foliage had wooly white hairs on it.

The overgrown path faded out and then disappeared completely about a mile in. It was clear no one came here very often. The trees grew larger and the birds quieter as you continued.

It was lik another world, trying to hide its secrets under fuzzy white leaves and silence.

You came upon a somewhat clear area, a place once used by long gone werewolf students to have loud parties away from campus. Before they had the frathouse and sometimes used a hidden cave when that wasn't good enough.

This was where students claimed to have seen the rabbit creature.

You looked around and found nothing, but your sensitive nose lead you further beyond the clearing.

A sweet scent with a musky undertone beckoned you, almost hypnotically so.

You followed it to a burrow going under some giant trees. It smelled overwhelmingly of… rabbit…

It was probably being used by a big family of common rabbits… yeah… but why not make a tactical retreat anyway? You were going to camp but you had nothing else to prove! There was nothing there at a-

A voice cut through your thoughts, you flicked your ears.

"D-d-darling!? You finally r-returned to me! I kn-knew you would!"

You turned around to see a tall lanky figure, lean but well muscled, behind you. He towered at least a foot and a half above you.

He had cream colored hair and fur and dark brown skin. His arms up to the elbow and legs up to mid thigh were covered in fluffy fur, making it look like he was wearing lewd clothing.

But really, he wore nothing at all, his uncut cock and balls swaying as he spoke. The musky sweetness emanating from them was almost dizzying.

"I s-stayed here for you, I l-love you so much! C-come inside darling~"

Before you could react he had hopped the distance, his long furry ears flopping as he did so.

You tried struggling, tried pleading, you explained who you were and that he had the wrong person. But he wasn't having it.

"Y-y-you must have a-amnesia, my little f-f-foxy~ That's o-okay! My name is Mallow. I'll get your memories b-b-back!"

He plucked you up like a weightless toy and sat you down on his lap. His smell now truly overwhelming, rolling off his crotch and pits. For some reason you found yourself drooling.

"I don't have amnesia! Let me go!"

He started stripping you despite your struggles.

"D-d-don't be silly! We just have t-to jog your m-memory! L-l-lets do your favorite thing, maybe that w-will h-help"

He finished stripping you and sat you back on his lap.

"What's my favorite thing?" You sobbed as your tail twitched nervously.

He began fingering your hole with a furry finger as he replied.

"M-making love, of course!"

[samgirl98]

A Dip and A Slip 5/6

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Danny was about to punch the crazy lady who claimed to be his mother and make a run for it. He had texted his parents an SOS and was sure that, given their reckless driving and complete disregard for human life, including their own, they would arrive soon with the Fenton Speeder.

It wasn’t soon enough.

“Talia, you have to think about this,” Bruce Wayne whispered to the crazy woman. Danny would be in the dark if it weren’t for his superhuman hearing. “He doesn’t live in our world and has a normal life. He won’t understand why you’re doing this or how we know about him so quickly.”

“I don’t care! He’s my son—mine. Now that he’s back to me, I won’t let him go.”

“Ok, do we make a run for it and hope your parents find us?” Mr. Manson asked. They may not like Danny much, but they wouldn’t let some random stranger take him. Besides, the Fentons would kill them for letting anything happen to their son.

“Wait, I know this is hard to believe, and she went about it the wrong way, but mother isn’t lying. You’re my brother, my twin!”

“Okay, say you’re telling the truth. Why should it matter? Danny already has parents,” Sam said with a scowl on her face, “You drop this bombshell on him without going through the legal process, and that lady is talking about kidnapping Danny.”

The police were interviewing everyone who hadn’t run. Red Robin and Nightwing watched the spectacle as if it were a good sports match, keeping a watchful eye on the tied-up agents waiting to be arrested.

“Listen, if what you’re saying is true, how would you know I’m your missing twin brother?”

“I took a DNA test,” Damian said, crossing his arms.

“You stole my DNA and had it tested without my permission?” Danny asked angrily.

Damian had the decency to look remorseful.

“I had to make sure,” he tried to defend himself.

“How did you even get the results so quickly?” Sam asked.

“Family secret,” Damian said through gritted teeth.

“Ancients, all billionaires are the same. You guys have a secret lab in your basement, don’t you?” Danny asked.

Danny noticed how Red Robin, Nightwing, and Damian all tensed subtly. Danny probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren’t for his super senses. Danny threw his arms up in defeat.

“Of course, of course, I have another billionaire Fruit Loop now looking into me. You’re all insane, and I want to have no part of this ‘family’ reunion.”

Danny didn’t think but reacted when a hand touched his shoulder. He grabbed the wrist and flipped the person over him, sending them flying.

It was the crazy lady.

“Mother!”

Damian ran up to his mom and helped her to her feet. Bruce Wayne looked at Danny with a calculating expression.

“Beloved, I don’t think our son is a regular civilian,” Crazy Lady said calmly while getting up.

“We can talk about this later, Talia.”

“Well, Mr. Wayne, as fun as this has been, it’s best we leave,” Mrs. Manson said while Mr. Manson herded the two teenagers toward the exit.

Crazy Lady flipped over Mrs. Manson and stopped Mr. Manson from advancing further. All for Amityville natives tensed. Crazy Lady was blocking the exit.

“Talia,” Bruce barked out, “Stop this.”

Police officers and the remaining guests watched the drama unfold. The two vigilantes tried to redirect their attention by getting the agents up and marching them toward the police vehicles outside.

Damian was between his twin and his mother, for once, not knowing what to do.

Somehow, Nightwing and Red Robin managed to clear the room, leaving only Danny, the Mansons, Crazy Lady, and Damian behind. Danny tensed when Crazy Lady moved, her arms wide open.

Mr. and Mrs. Manson got in front of Danny and Sam, shielding them from Crazy Lady’s eyes.

“Please, Habibi, please. I’m your mother. The pit took you away from me before I was even able to name you. I want my son back.”

Danny felt a little for the woman as tears started trailing down her cheeks. Damn it. He hated seeing people cry.

“Listen, I feel for you, I do, but I have parents, a sister, a family, already. I can’t just take your word for it that I’m your son, and you miraculously found me after years of searching. I need proof. I need to talk to my parents. I can’t give up my life and follow you.”

“He’s right, Talia,” Bruce whispered in a soft tone. “He has a life. We can do this differently. We need to take DNA tests and talk with his parents. We can’t kidnap him.”

Crazy Lady—no, Talia shook her head and looked straight at Danny.

“You’re my son, my little prince taken away from me.”

Danny sighed inwardly. He wanted to go home and forget the day had ever happened.

A crash sounded outside, and Danny heard the GIW yelling out his parents’ names in fear.

 Danny sighed, resigned to the chaos that was bound to happen.

“Who dares think they can take my baby boy from me?” His mom yelled out with a high-pitched whine following her question.

“Yeah, nobody messes with the Fentons.”

Talia got on the defensive and ran toward his mom, ready to attack.

Fuck.

[harmoonix]

🪄Dark Hour🖤

- Astrology Observations -

Having Venus in your 4th house can make you automatically to attract people with traditional values even if are not traditional yourself

Libra Risings can have it hard in relationship since their 7th house is ruled by Mars (Aries) which rules over war and conflicts

Cancer Placements can turn out to be manipulative if you do them wrong or if they simply just wake up and say 'lets be toxic today' and im not talking about all cancer placement natives

The dark side of a Venus in the 12th/Pisces Venus is that they tend to idolize their relationships/partners a lot, making a lot of scenarios in their head

Virgo or Cancer Venus may have a 'savior' complex in their love relationship, like trying to save themselves or trying to find someone who can save them

6th house Sun or Moon may have lots of encounters with animals, is like animals feel some kind of "calling' from you

Gemini/Leo/Taurus/ Venus may like to cosplay/playing the role of a character matches a lot with their personality

If you have unevolved Virgo Placements, you may hate when people disagree with you or when ppl come witn a counter-argument for you

Mars in the 8th house can get crazy if they don't get physical touch. Some might crave it and not have it 100% all the time

Moon in the 10th house feels like everyone is watching every single emotion of yours and may react to your sensitivity. You may get called 'over sensitive'

Moon in the 8th/12th house can struggle to talk about their feelings if they are surrounded by people with a toxic energy

Scorpio Moons can also struggle with 'feeling love' especially if they never experienced that properly. Don't press them to show their love for you early in a relationship let them feel safe first

Leo Chiron is a placement where they may nedd attention from others but not that type of "spotlight attention" rather just to be seen and understood by others

The dark side of Taurus Placements is that they tend to be very greedy and I talk here about their finances and money, of course if they are unevolved

Uranus in your 10H can make you change/switch your job more than once or twice, and can indicate having a confusing time with choosing the right job

Moon in your 2H can talk about 'working with love' and putting your heart into everything you do. You get rewards for your kindness

Unevolved 10th house placements can turn really materialistic if they have the chance, looking only for money and that's it

Capricorns are used to expect the worse in some situations since they have been thru multiple such situations in their lives

Uranus in Aquarius generation can be attached to technology 24/7. In love with technology, their phones are their world

Gemini and Virgo Moons are the first indicators of someone having anxiety/stress/panic attacks/overthinking

Pisces Placements but mostly Pisces Suns/Risings can use escapism a lot, trying to create their own reality in their head rather than living in the actual one

Scorpio Venus/Mars natives, some of their hidden fears can be betrayal/getting cheating on. This can possibly be one of the reasons why they can attach fast to people

Saturn/Pluto/Moon in the 8th/12th houses the planets become more dark in these houses, getting

Cardi B has a crazy chart because she has BOTH Jupiter and POF in the 7th house and is still still coming to the man who cheated on her??? (Never mind her Venus in the 8th house explaining everything)

A water sign in your 11th house can indicate you can understand people deeply and attach to them emotionally

Earth signs in the 1st house can indicate you tend to put a lot of pressure on themselves, being hard on themselves, criticizing themselves sometimes quite a lot

Mercury - Moon aspects natives can get therapeutic with other people, they like to talk about deep stuff with others and tend to share a lot from their live experiences

Jupiter in Sagittarius can be a good placement if you want to explore the whole world or just simply travel Jupiter can help you to manifest that

Jupiter - Mercury or Saturn in harsh aspects tend to be close-minded or afraid to open to new things/learning or knowing about them (I'm talking for the aspects generally not the people)

Moon or Venus at 5° or in the 5th house can make you have a baby fever more when you're young, like in your 20s. Wanting to be a young parent (this does not apply to all)

Mars or Neptune in the 11th house tend to attract people easily with their energy/personality. People get interested about you too

North Node aspecting Saturn in harsh aspects is not easy, actually is a very challenging position in your chart

North Node in the 8th or 12th house tends to live intense lives or have intense life situations, even near death situations

✨️🤍 Hope you all have a good Monday 🤍✨️

Harmoonix ✨️✨️✨️

[rebeccathenaturalist]

To Have As Much Compassion For the Coyote As the Rabbit

Spring is here, and all throughout my social media are posts by people panicking about coyotes. It’s not uncommon for these native canines to be more visible this time of year since they have dens full of hungry pups to feed and protect. You might see them on the hunt for mice and other rodents, or you could be quietly but firmly escorted away from a den site. There’s a chance you’ll even see a coyote toting a nice, fat rabbit home to her pups.

That last one tends to upset some folks. I’ve seen people say they’ve deliberately scared away predatory animals to cause them to drop their prey, or in some cases even physically wrestled the prey away. Sure, that may make you feel like some sort of hero for saving the rabbit. But why does the rabbit deserve to live while the coyote’s pups slowly starve to death? Why should a Cooper’s hawk not be allowed to eat the house finch it just plucked from a convenient bird feeder? Who says we are right to get in the way of a garter snake capturing a tree frog? And what if the rabbit you liberated has internal injuries that slowly kill it anyway once it runs away from you in fright?

Read under the cut to find out how many self-described "nature lovers" only really love part of nature.

Many of us have a Disneyfied approach to nature. We have a great deal of sympathy for herbivores* like Bambi and Thumper, and we give Flower the striped skunk a free pass since most of what he eats is insects. We might get annoyed when Bambi starts to browse on the vegetables and rose bushes, but we don’t react with the sort of wailing dismay that we do when a mountain lion takes out one of Bambi’s herd members.

And yet an American robin tugging earthworms out of the ground and swallowing them alive is no different from a bobcat pouncing on the robin. Both are examples of one animal preying upon another, a perfectly normal part of the cycles of nature for 800 million years. Without carnivores (and insectivores and omnivores), herbivores would quickly overpopulate, depleting plant communities to ecologically disastrous states, and crash life as we know it. Life is all about inhabiting niches, and carnivores fill their evolutionary roles quite effectively.

Many people who claim they “love nature” only love the herbivorous, gentle, fuzzy parts of it, and refuse to examine or change their revulsion of or violence toward the rest. That’s a big problem. The elements of nature they consider to be “ugly” or gross” are no less important than the “pretty” or “adorable” ones. And systematically removing the “bad” animals can have a detrimental effect on the entire ecosystem. The benighted person who kills every snake they see is only going to cause an increase in rodent populations, which of course raises the likelihood of diseases, crop damage, and gnawed electrical wires in the attic.

Moreover, when we try to apply the limitations of human ideals of morality to the rest of nature, we ignore the concept of existence value: that all beings are important simply because they are here with us in this amazing, vibrant world we share. What are we implying when we say that the coyote pup is less deserving of life than the rabbit?

We have interfered with nature way too much as it is, in much larger ways than this. Yet it is a simple act to allow these individual interactions between species play out as they naturally would without feeling that we have to step in and play moral referee. Our arrogance at thinking that nature exists for us and our priorities is how we found ourselves in our current ecological predicament. The least we can do is be hands-off in our local food web. Consider it good practice for having healthier boundaries toward nature, rather than constantly centering ourselves in every decisions we make regarding other living beings.

Finally, practice having some compassion for the coyote busily trying to feed her young–and herself. She can’t run to the grocery store and get a package of industrially farmed beef to make burgers for the kids. Her entire life is a constant race against death, whether from starvation, disease, extreme heat or cold, and of course the interference of humans. Imagine the relief she must feel when she successfully manages to catch something bigger than a mouse–do you think we’re the only ones whose reward centers in our brains light up at a job well done? Think of how excited your dog gets when he manages to catch the ball–that’s not only a trait of domesticated animals.

Have some compassion for the coyote pups eagerly awaiting their next meal and their parents' warmth. Photo by John Harrison, CCA-SA-3.0-Unported

Give and take, life and death, nutrients and energy endlessly cycling through body after body after body of animal, plant, fungus, bacteria–that is the grand dance in which the coyote and the rabbit play their parts. Appreciate this eons-old round without feeling the need to alter the tempo, and be glad that tonight the coyote pups will sleep contentedly with full stomachs.

*For the record, many “herbivores” will opportunistically eat meat, live or dead, for the nutrients. Bambi and his buddies are quite happy to pluck a perfectly healthy baby bird or two out of a nest as a snack, and will chew on carrion now and then, too.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider preordering my book The Everyday Naturalist, taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, or checking out my other articles! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[formulafanfics13]

Hi can you do where reader and Oscar are travelling around and they meet a fan and the fan speaks another language as well as English but struggles to find the right words and that’s how Oscar learned that his girlfriend is from another country?

OH… YOU’RE DUTCH? - OP81

Masterlist

Summary: While wandering through Lisbon on a rare day off, Oscar is approached by a young fan — and is stunned to discover, mid-conversation, that the reader is fluent in Dutch. After a year of dating, this is news to him. Chaos ensues as she reveals her Dutch upbringing, secret friendship with Max Verstappen, and a mysteriously long list of hidden talents, leaving Oscar mildly betrayed and wildly obsessed.

Warnings: Fluff, light chaos, identity surprise, multilingual reader, casual mention of fan encounters and fame, playful relationship dynamic, secret backstory reveal, mild language kink implications.

They were in Lisbon when it happened.

It was a lazy Tuesday afternoon.

 No real schedule, no media obligations, just a stolen week between races. They’d spent the morning walking along the river, ducking into bakeries, sharing pastries with flaky sugar still on their fingers, Oscar wearing sunglasses and a hoodie like it actually disguised anything.

It didn’t.

People still recognised him. Not all the time, but often enough. There was a rhythm to it now — fans whispering behind menus, teenagers trying to pretend they weren’t taking photos. Most of it was sweet, and Oscar was always polite. Gracious, even.

This girl, though, she was shaking. Probably seventeen. Maybe eighteen. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Hair in a braid. She spotted him as they left a little side-street bookstore, and her jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” she breathed, eyes wide. “Are you… are you Oscar Piastri?”

Oscar blinked. “Yeah. Hi.”

The girl made a tiny squeal. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d- Can I take a photo with you? Please?”

He smiled. “Of course.”

You stepped to the side, used to this dance. Watched as he crouched slightly to be in frame, still holding your hand even in the photo, thumb stroking over your knuckles. The fan looked like she might cry.

“Thank you,” she said, pulling her phone back and blinking fast. “I’m sorry, English is not… my best.”

Oscar shook his head. “You’re doing great.”

“I-I speak Dutch better. It’s easier,” the girl added quickly. “But I can say… I love you, and I love Formula One, and I hope you win.”

That made him laugh. “Dank je wel,” he said clumsily, slow and soft.

You laughed too. The girl noticed and turned toward you, eyes lighting up. “Oh! Are you Dutch too?”

And before Oscar could even react, you answered, fluent, melodic, totally effortless. “Ja, ik kom uit Nederland! Waar vandaan ben jij?”

The fan gasped. “Echt? Ik ben uit Utrecht!”

You grinned. “Dat is niet ver van waar ik ben opgegroeid.”

Oscar just blinked. The two of you chatted for another minute in full-speed Dutch, something about circuits, Max, the weather, and then she thanked you both again, waved, and disappeared around the corner, still glowing.

Oscar turned slowly to look at you. “…You speak Dutch.”

You smiled. “Mmhmm.”

He paused. “You’re… Dutch?”

You snorted. “I am. Born there. Raised there until I was twelve.”

“Why didn’t I know that?”

“I thought you did!”

“I did not!” he laughed. “Jesus Christ, I’ve dated you for a year and just found out you’re Dutch because a fan brought it up?”

“To be fair,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close, “I don’t have an accent anymore.”

He narrowed his eyes. “But you speak like a native.”

“Well, yeah. And that’s why I get along with Max so well.”

Oscar blinked. “…That actually makes a scary amount of sense.”

You grinned. “He found out ages ago and forced me to be his translator in Monaco. He’s very demanding.”

“I knew you two were secret best friends.”

You shrugged. “We grew up about two hours from each other. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Oscar shook his head in disbelief. “What other languages do you speak?”

You just smiled. “I’ll never tell.”

[ak1chi]

Obsessed with his birdie. Magic recognized you as his mate.

Warnings: MDNI, fem!reader (afab!reader), yandere behavior, blood, OOC, the reader is assumed to be an adult (19-20+ years old), age difference, teacher/student, unrequited feelings, english is not my native language.

Introductory part on ao3.

—Imagine me and you, I do

[Song: Slothrust - Happy Together]

I think about you day and night

It's only right to think about the girl you love

And hold her tight, so happy together...

I cannot see me lovin' nobody but you for all of my life

When I'm with you, baby

The skies will be blue for all of my life...

As he looked through the documents, Crowley could only sigh wearily. He wouldn’t have even touched the stack of papers collecting dust on his desk for days, but in his opinion, the cruel Trein-sensei had shoved yet another pile of documents into his face and kicked him out of his classroom when Crowley, as usual, tried to insert his two cents into the teachers' lessons. Grumbling, he decided to get to work after all.

Crowley hadn’t even known there had been a fight between students, which resulted in a broken window in one of the classrooms.

"If only my birdie were here to help me with this..." Crowley muttered into the empty room, though it sounded more like a complaint than a wish.

But suddenly, he stiffened when he felt someone pass through one of his magical barriers. It took him a few more seconds to realize exactly which barrier had been breached—the one around the entire college, the one around Ramshackle Dorm (which he had set up for your safety), or... the barrier placed around the restricted section of the library.

That one caught his attention. Usually, only teachers and Crowley himself had access to that area, and the barrier was meant to prevent someone without magic from entering—specifically, you. He had done it not only to stop you from searching for a way home but also to ensure that magical books wouldn’t harm you. Isn't he kind?

Crowley shot up from his chair, leaving the half-read document behind, grabbed his cane, and, with a smooth swing, teleported straight to the library.

"Well, well, Prefect, isn't the library supposed to be closed?" Crowley smiled, leaning on his cane and blocking your path further into the restricted section. He was angry, but he hid it well. His frustration was directed more at himself for failing to set up a proper barrier than at you.

You flinched in fear, clutching Grim so tightly that even in his own fright, he grumbled in protest.

“Headmage Crowley?!” you exclaimed, not expecting the man to appear right in front of you.

"Oh, my apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you really shouldn't be here," Crowley said smoothly before effortlessly scooping you up—Grim included—into his arms. One hand, still gripping his cane, held you by the shoulder, while the other supported your legs. He didn’t notice how his claws pressed uncomfortably against your skin, even through your clothes—not enough to leave bruises or scratches, but enough for you to wince. Before you could even react, Crowley teleported you both straight to Ramshackle Dorm.

The lights in the lounge flickered on as soon as the three of you appeared, and the ghosts floated through the walls to greet you. But one glance from Crowley, even through his mask, made it clear: "Leave." The ghosts obeyed immediately, disappearing as if they had never been there.

Setting you gently back on your feet, Crowley took a step back, smiling brightly. Grim jumped down from your arms, looking for a place to collapse. He still wasn’t used to teleportation.

"You do understand that you entered the restricted section of the library, don’t you, Prefect?" Crowley asked, and upon seeing your confused expression, he clarified, "That part is off-limits to students. Only teachers and I are allowed inside."

“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. But why is it restricted?” you asked, confused by his reaction. Normally, if you wandered somewhere you shouldn’t, he would simply stop you and explain what it was. Not teleport you away.

Crowley chuckled. Your naivety was so sweet that he couldn’t resist. His hand gently landed on your head, stroking your hair without even pretending to be angry at you. After all, it wasn’t really your fault.

"Hmm..." Crowley paused for a few seconds, carefully considering how to phrase his answer without raising suspicion. His fingers absentmindedly played with your hair as if it helped him think, but after a moment, he withdrew his hand, resting it on his chin. His tone shifted into something more thoughtful—something rarely seen or heard from him.

"Many of the things in there—artifacts, books, diaries—can be dangerous for you. I don’t want an enchanted book to shock you with lightning or throw you into a wall just because you don’t have magic!"

He threw his hands up dramatically, making sure his cane didn’t hit you, looking overly distressed about your well-being. But you didn’t get a chance to respond. Crowley was already circling you, inspecting you for any sign of injury.

To you, it felt like an overprotective mother raven checking on her fledgling learning to fly.

"Thank the Great Seven that you’re unharmed," Crowley sighed, smoothing out your uniform after his examination. "Now, promise me you won’t go into that part of the library again!"

His intense gaze made you swallow nervously. His strict demeanor was such a contrast to his usual… incompetent behavior. His hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed—glowing gold behind his mask—made it clear he wasn’t joking.

"Yes, I promise, Headmage Crowley."

His face immediately softened, his wide smile replacing the stern expression. He cleared his throat, adjusted his hat, and the eyes on his mask closed as if in contentment.

"Good! It’s wonderful to see that you’re smarter than the other students," Crowley said with a pointed huff, hinting at his ever-growing stack of paperwork. "I still have a lot of work to do, so good night, Prefect, Grim-kun. And because I’m so kind, there’s a little surprise waiting for you in the kitchen."

He gifted you his signature smile—but it wasn’t the same one he gave everyone else. With a tap of his cane against the dorm floor, he disappeared, leaving behind only a few stray feathers from his coat.

The smile on his face faded the moment he reappeared in the library. Taking a few steps toward the barrier’s edge, Crowley frowned. His magic could only be bypassed by extremely powerful magic, and at this school, only Draconia-kun had such abilities. But he was sure this wasn’t the work of a Diasomnia student. If it were, the barrier would have been completely destroyed, not just… letting you through.

Crowley clenched his fist. His claws dug deep into his palm, tearing through his glove first and then his skin, allowing crimson droplets to fall onto the floor, staining both the carpet and his shoes. His jaw tightened, his expression darkened, and the metallic scent of his own blood filled his nostrils.

He was displeased. His magic had deemed you worthy of entering that place. Even his own magic recognized you as his mate.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself—and to resist the urge to knock over a nearby bookshelf—he snapped his fingers with his uninjured hand. The wounds on his palm closed instantly, the glove restored itself, and the blood vanished.

"I need to keep a closer eye on my dove," Crowley murmured emotionlessly, turning his gaze back to the barrier’s edge. Snorting, he waved his cane through the air, reinforcing the magic with a triple-layered barrier—one that would guarantee you’d never step foot in that place again.

In the next moment, he was back in his office.

His eyes landed briefly on the disorganized documents still scattered across his desk. He grimaced. As always, his desire to do actual work lost to his laziness. With a quiet groan, he collapsed onto the couch, shrugging off his coat and tossing it over the backrest. His hat ended up somewhere on the floor—not that he cared.

Sinking into the soft cushions, Crowley closed his eyes. His mask remained in place, as if afraid you might suddenly show up at his office in the middle of the night. Magic had drained his remaining energy—the energy that was supposed to be spent on those damn documents.

He yawned, covering his mouth with one hand before folding his arms across his chest. Sleep slowly crept in.

His last thought before drifting off was whether you liked his little surprise—a luxurious dinner—and if you would thank him tomorrow for being such a generous and benevolent Headmage.

[melanchoire]

latina exchange student reader who is going to stay on the huh family house bc one of their daughters entered the programs like you, that’s when you meet yunjin, you both were getting along very well even teaching her some phrases in spanish, truth is yunjin behind that playful and good girl facade hide a pervert girl who fingered herself at the thought of you at night

one day both of you were alone she went to your room to ask you about some phrases in spanish, some were basic and stuff you already told her until you have her face close to yours and ask you “how can i say i want you to fuck me?” you were in shock and didn’t knew how to react, yunjin acted fast in matter of second you both were naked, she was eating your pussy and asked you to keep talking to her in spanish bc it turned her on, you were starting to get more heated by the pleasure, yunjin KNEW how to please a woman, when you were fingering her, hard, she could’ve squirt at just hearing your dirty talk in your mother tongue, good thing her parents won’t be home anytime soon so you both can go on for a few more hours

cw: cunnilingus, fingering.

yunjin’s parents letting you live at their house during your stay in america because you and yunjin immediately connected during the first day of school; she being super nice and friendly to you, listening carefully when you talk and tell things about yourself to the teacher asking you to introduce yourself to the class, even calling you when you go to your seat because she wants you to sit at the desk next to her because you’re super cool according to her words and she wants to be your friend because she is interested in you and wants to know more about your life. simply put, she wants to fuck you

and yunjin, knowing about your native language, offers you a deal to help you polish your english and become a total expert in the language like her, on the condition that you teach her your own language. at first, she seems a bit idiotic because you don’t understand why she would want to learn spanish, and it would be a total pain to teach her the language because she didn’t even have any basic knowledge to use as a base and you would have to teach her absolutely everything… but knowing that you needed private english lessons because you were somewhat unsure about your pronunciation and speaking in the language, you were forced to accept the opportunity because yunjin is the best speaker of the language you could meet

at one point yunjin asks you if she can please record the “classes” you give her because she would like to be able to study and practice in private during the times when she doesn't see you because you’re away from home due to your classes or because you are simply doing something more common like going out with your friends, accepting without knowing that she spends every night burying her fingers deep inside her pussy with the simple sound of your voice 🥺 She couldn't help it, there was something about you and your way of speaking that made her wet her panties the moment you got serious and started explaining to her, pretending to listen to you when in her mind she was counting the seconds until the three hours in a row where you sit and explain to her end and she can run away to her room to touch herself until she almost faints

during a particular class, yunjin had a “question,” saying that you wanted to know exactly how to say something; you didn’t find it strange, sell, yunjin would ask you stupid questions about how to name and pronounce a word in spanish at least three times an hour

“how can i say ‘i want you to fuck me’?”

it left you speechless! but not too much because after five seconds of silence between the two of you, you threw yourself at yunjin to kiss her, taking her face in your hands and bringing her face closer to yours as she brought her hands to your hips to guide you onto her lap

mind foggy enough that you had to overthink how to get the words out because yunjin’ss tongue in your pussy was making you see stars and your head was spinning too much to remember how to speak english properly 😵‍💫 yunjin knowing that you were having a hard time trying to use your brain cells and remember how to communicate properly with her, but she would say, “you can speak spanish if you need to. it doesn’t bother me, on the contrary, i think it’s hot.” and she would plant a kiss on your clit that makes you squeal immediately

yunjin whimpering and using all her strength not to cum while you’re fingering her the way she likes it and simultaneously talking dirty to her as if she were a dirty whore… tell her things like “puta de mierda” were more than enough to make her wetter and seem more sensitive because she was enjoying being treated roughly and be called out for her behavior

and from there all the study sessions turn into the two of you fucking and degrading each other in every way possible, the ideal ☺️

[lavenderprose]

Manfred would love sand mixing ASMR tbh.

Rook wakes up in the middle of the night and hears what appears to be a man in boots stomping through snow.

"Emmrich. Emmrich. There's a yeti in the living room."

"Shh." Emmrich presses two fingers to their mouth and purses his lips and does not open his eyes. He's very dedicated to beauty sleep. When he found out Lucanis routinely stays up for 72 consecutive hours, he stared blankly at a wall for four straight minutes. "My love. It's far too early."

Rook swats his arm. "Yeti! In! The living room!"

"Darling, yetis haven't been seen since the Steel Age, and they were native to the Frostback--"

"Why do you know this?" Rook hisses. The evil snowman noises are intensifying. They flop around with the pillows for a moment and eventually succeed in locating their mage knife wedged beside the headboard. When they turn back over, Emmrich grabs their wrist and neatly twists the knife out of their hand--which just proves that he's never quite as asleep as he seems, and also that Rook needs to goad him into holding them down more often.

Thoughts for another time.

"It's Manfred," Emmrich sighs, long suffering, and drops the mage knife over the side of the bed.

"If you chip my knife--"

"Shh," Emmrich says again. The fingers are back. Rook bites one of them and Emmrich doesn't even react, just waits patiently like the owner of a particularly troublesome cat. He says, "Manfred has a bauble--a small sphere--that can show certain sounds and images. He enjoys ones involving sand. Also water, and occassionally nugs."

There's a lot to unpack here, though the one that Rook chooses is, "Nugs?" Emmrich's fingertip in their mouth makes it sound like 'nng?' but Emmrich is, it has to be said, an extremely clever man, so he gets the jist.

"Yes. He finds them funny and cute, I think. There's a particular very clumsy nug living in a defunct Thaig in northern Ferelden that he enjoys watching."

"And the sphere accesses these images by...?"

"Manipulating certain benign energies in the Veil." Emmrich lifts a hand, spreads his fingers and sends little aesthetic swirls of magic puffing up from his fingers. One of them is shaped like a heart. He says, "It's magic, my dear." It's a move he's used before. It's a really good move that he will continue to use because Rook loves it so fucking much and it works every damn time.

"Why is he playing with his orb at Fade o'clock at night?" It's daylight outside, as it always is, but Rook feels in their bones that it's the witching hour. Very late or very early and very liminal in nature.

Emmrich shifts very close to them, bringing his warmth and his sweetness, and traces the pad of his thumb over their cheek. "Manfred does not sleep, and nights are very long. It's easy for a spirit with such a sociable personality to feel lonely in the dark and stillness. He needed something to...help him pass the time, and remind him of all the little, wonderful things he might see in this world."

"Emmrich," Rook whispers, quietly delighted. "You gave him dreams."

"That's...quite astute of you, darling. I suppose, if one looks at it in that way--"

A blast of chaotic sound echoes from the living area. They shoot up as one, and Rook is already halfway through a vault over Emmrich's knees to get their forsaken knife when a sort of apologetic hissing issues frantically from the bottom of the stairs.

"The volume," Emmrich sighs, palm on his face, "is touchy."

Rook can do very little but laugh.

[mstase]

🏴 ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS 2

natives with pluto in the 12th house have the ability to seem like everything is alright, even though they are probably going through the lowest point in their lives. they come off all calm and collected on the surface, but underneath, there’s a whole world of intense emotions and unresolved trauma going on.

saturn square ascendant natives may feel compelled to limit their self-expression (this usually results in their rising sign qualities being hindered). this tendency often stems from childhood experiences of having strict rules and limitations imposed upon them, possibly by parents or authority figures who viewed their spontaneous behavior as “immature.” they were constantly shushed, which caused them to be highly cautious about how they present themselves to others, often wearing a cold, serious face, but deep down they hide their fun, childlike nature in fear of being criticized. 🎭

natives with pluto in the 7th house tend to become suspicious when others get too close to them. often times, these people think others always harbor motives against them or are taking advantage of them. this mindset often stems from past close relationships, whether romantic or platonic, where they felt controlled and used. as a result, they develop a desire for control in relationships, asserting power to avoid being dominated.

mercury-pluto people have no filter at all. very blunt and direct; their words may unsettle others. they can come across as judgmental or too critical due to their honesty, which can sometimes lead them into arguments. these people can smell lies from far away 🔍

sun conjunct neptune / 12th house suns 🤝 no father figure, weak father figure, an unreliable father, father with addictions, abusive father, father living away

lilith conjunct pluto natives carry intense and buried emotions that can explode when they sense someone trying to exert power or dominance over them. they value their independence greatly and have a tendency to react aggressively when they feel their freedom is threatened. these people are acutely aware of their own inner dark qualities and can also recognize such aspects in others. besides these, they tend to notice and are deeply affected by the injustice and oppression happening in their surroundings.

saturn in the 2nd house natives might feel compelled to consistently share or surrender possessions, resulting in a sense of lacking or deprivation. this behavior may have roots in parental actions, such as taking away their belongings and not buying them things. this early pattern affected their self-esteem, leading to the belief that they’d never attain good things in life.

moon-mars people are so expressive. they never seem to keep quiet because their emotions are intense and tend to overflow spontaneously, making it difficult for them to conceal their feelings. these individuals may become easily angered or irritated, showing emotional impatience, and even small things can have a noticeable impact on their mood.

sun square moon natives could be prone to procrastination. they often want to do something in their head but feel emotionally resistant or unmotivated to do so.

gemini rising people are great at handling many tasks at once because they naturally adapt well. their tendency to get bored quickly and try out various pursuits highlights their dynamic and always-curious personalities. it’s common to observe them constantly shifting between different hobbies and interests. they are also able to hold many things at once. 🧺

pluto in the 3rd house natives are the type to know things they shouldn’t know. they might have started swearing early, or at least heard and learned those words sooner than most. this is because of their receptiveness to their surroundings, which causes them to pick up things faster and, more often, darker things. they tend to obsessively ask questions, constantly wanting to know why and how things work. because their thoughts are so intense and deep, others might have teased them or found them a bit odd or weird, which inclined them to keep certain things to themselves.

uranus in the 12th house individuals may be inclined to keep their hobbies and interests private. they might feel that their hobbies are unconventional or “weird” by societal standards, leading them to be discreet about sharing them. others might be surprised when they discover these hidden interests because they may not align with what the individual shows.

[peachyprophets-blog]

Get in the water Poseidon x Female!Odysseus

Summary: When Ody and her crew were brought to Poseidon by the Wind Bag, they didn't know how Poseidon would react to their captain...

CW: Poseidon is a big simp lol

A/N: Based on this post, English is not my native language, I hope you like it

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"Where will the wind take us?" rang out the voice of Ody, Queen of Ithaca. She had closed her eyes for a moment and dreamed of her husband, whom she missed so much. She had received a Wind Bag from this god from Aeolus, which she and her crew were not allowed to open otherwise Aeolus would not help them get back home. Nevertheless, her men's curiosity was too great and Eurylochus opened the bag.

After Aeolus said that he would take her and the others to the land of the giants, they were already there and Aeolus had disappeared. The air grew cooler and the storm grew wilder. Ody leaned forward a little as she noticed the waves crashing against each other and getting higher and higher. Deep voices could be heard calling out quietly, "Poseidon," and before the Queen of Ithaca knew it, it was happening.

A great earthquake could be felt, the ships were drifting restlessly on the stormy sea and shortly afterwards a gigantic apparition of a god appeared on the surface. The god slowly rose, his hair falling from his shoulders like the waves themselves and despite the fact that the god had his back to them, the structure of his well-built body was clearly visible.

"Poseidon," escaped Ody's lips, her voice filled with awe. "In all my years of life, it has been very rare that I have been pissed off," the god began, his deep voice could be heard for miles. "I tried to chill with the waves, but," then the god slowly turned around. His deep blue eyes held a storm of anger in them, but when he turned around and saw Ody something changed.

The storm in his eyes was no longer driven by anger, but by lust and desire. "DAYUUUM!!! awooooga" his voice rang out, causing a tremor, and to prevent the woman who had aroused the god's interest from being thrown from the ship, he lowered his voice. The queen stared briefly up at Poseidon and then at her crew, her eyes reflecting fear, confusion and concern all at once. "Why would the god of the seas react like that?" she asked herself, when she looked back at the god she saw him biting his lower lip and slowly leaning towards the ship.

As he leaned his arms on the railing, his muscles tensed, he looked at the woman and grinned confidently. "Hello, gorgeous, are you lost?" he said. He raised a hand and gently lifted her chin. "Would you mind getting into the water? I'll show you how to ride the waves," the god whispered seductively to her. The Queen of Ithaca backed away, her face twisting slightly.

"Lord Poseidon, I'm married." At these words, the god just stared at her. "We have so much in common! I'm married too," the god beamed.

At that moment, the 600 strikes should come sooner than Poseidon would have expected...

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-Peachyprophet

@messymoonmad

[bakkfity]

There is a Slave AU in my head, where Rosinante became a slave after Doflamingo killed their father and went to the celestial dragons.

I like to think after he left, some men from the angry crowd got Rosinante and sold him to some nameless slaver. Doffy wanted to go back to Mary Geoise but in the end it was Rosi who had the chance… sort of.

In the canon timeline Rosinante was 23 years old when Fisher Tiger freed the slaves… so I imagine it could happen in an AU perfectly.

Rosinante wearing baggy clothes because his tattoo, because he wants to find Doflamingo but he is weak, he is malnourished, he is everything he doesn’t want to be in Doffy’s eyes.

But how would react the Donquixote family? I’m sure not with a honest and welcoming smile. Always watching, always waiting for a sign to prove that he is a mole or something. ( why can’t he use sign language if he is mute? Well I don’t know, who would teach a mute slave??? )

It’ s because of them that Doflamingo find out the truth… but how could he ever be the same Doflamingo we know in Canon? I mean he would be an unstoppable force against the celestial dragons, against the world goverment. He would be almost the same but with a better motivation? Like a revolutionary but more ruthless I guess.

Sorry about my english, it is not my native language and I almost never use it….

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hello! I'm so happy I found your blog! I like your story, the way you write it! And it’s so easy for me to imagine my OC with your story, because our OCs are a little similar, only my character is something like a god/demon of death, a little more cold and his pets are snakes))

Sooooo... Sorry for taking a lot of time with my character 😅 the request for headcanons is haulian x reader and how will Xie Lian and Hua Cheng react if the reader feels like the third wheel in their trio and become a little bit distant because want to give them some space? (I have the idea in my head that the reader is basically like your OC, i like him soooooo much)

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my native language. And if you don't like the idea, just ignore it))

Closing The Distance

Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Liam

I'm so happy you like my writing and I love to hear about your OC so don't worry. I'm happy our OC's are so similar 🥰🖤

I like writing stories with my headcanons soooo bare with me, bear with me???

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You've been distant. Well you've never reached out to people before this either, but you're more distant than usual.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng noticed immediately.

How you start declining things, how you just sit to the side, you don't talk much, You let them sleep alone, eat dinner alone.

You stop being near them. The kisses you give dwindle down to nothing and the words "I love you" have been reserved.

They haven't a clue why. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have tried to think of every reasonable possibility but don't know why

Why would you want to be alone when it's supposed to be the three of you together?

It gets to the point where they have to visit you instead of the other way around. Paradise Manor, and Puqi shrine is all of your homes but you don't show up to either one anymore.

You're hiding away at your own place and they just don't know what to do

It really breaks Xie Lian's heart because you've been by his side all these years why do you want to leave now?

Hua Cheng is equally devastated. He would do anything for you and Xie Lian but you're pulling away.

The two can only think that maybe you just don't love them anymore, maybe you're tired of them?

You would never do that though

Xie Lian doesn't like it and neither does Hua Cheng. They intend to get to the bottom of it because they love you.

They would try to give you space but when it seems to only make it worse they don't stop bothering you

That's what it seems like you need, to be bothered.

Xie Lian keeps asking, and caring for you

Hua Cheng gets insecure. He knows he's good that Xie Lian loves him but do you? You aren't disgusted by him are you? Contrary to popular belief ghost kings get insecure too

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You are pathetic, at least you feel like you are. Hiding away like a bug under a rock. You don't know when it started and you couldn't control it when it got out of hand. It's nothing against Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, you love them dearly. But the problem you have feels like a problem you can't even bring up. You don't want to hurt them.

Would you hurt them more by bringing it up or staying hidden?

So you've been... Lying here. Bed rotting. If you can even call it that. You're actually just lying under a rock. Very literally. You're hanging out in a small cave. It's nothing you aren't used to you used to do it with Xie Lian all the time.

You could've gone to the heavens and hidden up there but you don't have friends. You have Feng Xin, and Mu Qing but you know they would snitch on you if it came to Xie Lian. So here you are under a rock. Overthinking.

You always overthink, it's why you left in the first place. You also felt selfish. It's hard to see Xie Lian and Hua Cheng together. You love them both, honest! But what do they even need you for? They look perfect without you, like they were made to just have each other. You felt like you were getting in the way, or like a third wheel.

You know they love you too but... It feels so difficult to be included. When Hua Cheng first showed up he immediately was able to take Xie Lian's side and help him with missions. Which was fine you guys needed the extra help anyways but then you learned their pasts. They're just so intertwined with each other

Hua Cheng built temples for Xie Lian, released 3,000 lanterns, built statues, fought in war, challenged 33 gods, cut out his eye, and died 3 times for him, and broke his shackles! What could you possibly add to the relationship. No one could care for Xie Lian better than Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian saved Hua Cheng when he was a child, and stayed with Wu Ming. Gave him a coral pearl, and red string. What have you done?

All the heavens talk about is Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. The ghost realm is the same. You were never a prominent figure so people forget you're even there. They don't even know you're their lover too.

So yes it's hard, and maybe it's selfish that you want to feel more included when they already spoil you when anything you could ask for. Which is why you're hiding in a small, dumb cave. You eventually fall asleep to the pitter, patter of rain.

When you wake up you aren't under a rock anymore. You're in bed. In red sheets, in a red room, red, red, red. You're at paradise manor. You wouldn't mind that if you weren't actively avoiding your lovers. You sit straight up in bed and before you can tumble out Xie Lian is at your bedside. He's frowning and has this worried look in his eyes that makes you feel guilty.

"Where have you been, y/n?" You look away and shrug. "In the cave you found me in" your lips wobble a little. You don't know what to say. What excuse could you use this time? You pick at a loose piece of thread on the blanket and notice that Hua Cheng isn't in the room with you two. ". . . Where's San Lang?"

"A-Lang" Xie Lian interrupts you and his hand finds yours "You've always called him A-Lang"

You want to crinkle under his piercing gaze. "Where's A-Lang?" You whisper glancing back at the blanket.

"Standing outside the room. Baobei why have you been avoiding us?" Xie Lian turns your gaze back to him.

"I-I just was dealing with my own issues" Your hands fist in the blankets and your eyes get watery just thinking about how selfish you've been.

Xie Lian's hand caresses your cheek, "Our issues. We can help you if you tell us."

You bite your lips and bring your hand up trying to wipe your tears before they get the chance to stream down your face. "It's selfish" you spit, venom covers your tongue. "It was a pathetic reason, really. I just was overthinking and I felt like. . . A third wheel. It's not a big deal though" You glare at the blanket. Your anger of course isn't directed at them but at yourself. Xie Lian knows this too.

"A third wheel, how come?" He runs his fingers through your hair. Him and Hua Cheng have tried everything to include you so how could one feel left out?

"It's my own fault, I just don't feel like I have anything to add. I've nothing to offer. I've done nothing compared to you two" You're completely useless like always.

Xie Lian's questioning is interrupted when the door slams open. You both jump when Hua Cheng storms in and grabs a hold of your face. He would never hurt you, you all know this. "Nothing to offer? Just who are you talking about right now?" He frowns at you with furrowed brows. "I don't think we're seeing the same person." He doesn't let you divert your gaze keeping you there.

Hua Cheng knows what you're feeling, your insecurities stemming all from feeling useless. He knows how it is. "You have everything to offer and even if you didn't we would love you anyways. You don't have to add anything y/n, you can just be" he frowns and sits on the bed.

"I think you're going blind in your other eye. I really don't have anything" you blink away tears. "This one offers so much and he doesn't even know, he's done so much for the two of us and doesn't remember. Right gege?" Hua Cheng looks at his other husband for approval and Xie Lian nods.

"This one is a heavenly official. You have to work hard to become a god in the upper court" Xie Lian adds. You scoff though. "That's not what I'm talking about, I-I haven't done anything for the two of you"

Hua Cheng wants to shake you in a jar. "You have though!" Now he's yelling and Hua Cheng doesn't yell only when it comes to the two of you. "Who's rayed by Xie Lian all these years protecting him when I was lost? You did! Who took care of Hong er when Gege's other servants wouldn't dare touch him? You did. Who gave a mongrel child their family heirloom because he had sympathy and was kind? You did!" Hua Cheng holds your face in his hands still.

"You work so hard, and have gone through so much just like the rest of us and yet you still worry about others still!"

"every night this one takes care of us and helps Gege make dinner. Every day this one protects us, every day this one thinks of us and gives his best for us!"

Hua Cheng gives endless reasons small to large. You're crying in his hands and Hua Cheng wipes them away for you.

"No one is allowed to insult my lovers, even if they're doing it themselves" Hua Cheng finishes and kisses your forehead. Xie Lian is smiling and he kisses your forehead too.

"Don't run from us anymore, you can tell us what you're thinking anytime. Me and San Lang have no problem giving you the reassurance you need" he hums and joins you two in bed. All three of you cuddle for the rest of the night and the two practically suffocate you, not allowing you to leave bed. But you love them and would gladly lie here tangled in their limbs.

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I hope y'all like it! Also ignore my grammar mistakes guys I always have some. 🖤

[yandereunsolved]

When you have the time, yandere chain reaction to reader wanting to help by making dishes from our world for them? Like pizza, breaded chicken, spaghetti, lasagna, grilled cheese sandwiches,ect. Dishes you don't see in hyrule ya know? Maybe they first got to cook for them when wild is too exhausted or sick to cook? Actually, I don't think they know how to make boiled eggs or popcorn. Be funny if reader invented popcorn for hyrule. Hope you have a great week

Okay, I love this. You too, anon! 𖹭 ( part 2 )

cw: a mention of them possibly crossing your boundaries (at the end)

We'll set the mood by saying The Chain has had an absolutely exhaustive day. They've had to fight off multiple monsters of varying varieties, and to top off the sundae of shit, you have the rotten cherry of all of you being pushed into another portal. You're soaked in things you don't even want to imagine; all of your yanderes are neglecting their health and trying to take care of you; and you are hangry. You end up snapping at them and then getting gaslit for about twenty minutes. 

That's when they learned about the wonderful world of ✨ human cuisine ✨ —peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, meat pies, puff puff, etc...

You were on the edge of your seat, and Wild was exhausted, so you told them that if they left you alone for an hour, you'd cook for them. After a bit of convincing the more worried and overbearing yanderes, you finally got more than five feet away from them. That's when you cooked a dish from your homeland.

Let me tell you, you just fell into a deeper hole than you already were. They are already dependent on you for love, affection, and attention. Now, they want you to always cook meals for them. They are all trying to get the recipes for your favorite meals out of you so they can win your favor. Naturally, Wild has them outmatched in this sense, and none of them are happy about it.

Wild gets all of your attention when it comes to cooking things. You get to share recipes and learn from each other. Sometimes Sage is able to join since he has more refined cooking abilities, except his Zonai arm always acts up because it reacts to his suppressed yandere tendencies towards you. It's a weird quirk his arm has gotten into. He still isn't sure why. Everyone else in The Chain always tries to undermine Wild's cooking skills when you aren't around. 

It backfires when Wild gets to be the one to cuddle up to you, and he manipulates you by telling you how the others hate him. They hate him because he is different. They hate him because he has you. They hate him because he is everything they are not. It just all seems so vulnerable and raw. Why would you not believe him? Do you not trust him? Do you not love him?

Over all, they are fascinated, and it only feeds into their worship of you. They are enamored by the foods you have brought them. Any of them practically drops dead when you make one of your native snacks for just one of them. Oh my, you made it just for him? No one else. You must really love only that Link! Fierce is even willing to use his deity magic to get ingredients from your world for you.

How did Fierce do this?

Does this mean he is able to get you home?

No, uh—his power is limited because of the mask. Something, something, a convincing lie to get you to stay and not question him. He is a deity, after all. He knows better than you.

They may crave your food, but there is one thing they long for more—you. How long will you be able to deprive them of your body before they take what is rightfully theirs?