#and of being so insecure and anxious and making everything into a massive deal and just

[belleandsaintsebastian]

trying to be kind to my brain but it’s really really hard bc i hate it. soooo much at the moment

[34tmyh34rt]

König wanting to be tied up but he’s nervous to ask

Tying up subby König

Smut Ahead!!

A/n: This scared me to be completely honest, like how do I write this 😭 BUT I CAN DO THIS.

Sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure that this was good for all of y’all :)

Tags: gn reader, afab reader, fat friendly fic, no pronouns except for ‘you’, sub König, dom reader, bondage, degradation (m receiving), after care included, slight obsessive König, toxic masculinity mentioned, gender roles mentioned, König being a wuss, what color have we agreed his eyes are??? also this fic is a lil silly, don’t take me too seriously, gets better as you read lol

König’s huge and beefy. He’s not made to be gentle, vulnerable. When you’re in military you gotta have muscles, not feelings. But lord does this big man just want to be put in his place.

Whenever he had the time - or privacy - bondage was always his favorite to pleasure himself to. The lack of control, putting your body in the hands of someone else, having to take everything you were given.

The soldiers he worked with didn’t have much of a filter, using any chance they could to compete in some stupid testosterone pissing match. They boasted about coming back home to their submissive wife that they could fold into a million positions. Talking about how strong and dominant they were - but König couldn’t help but wish for the roles to be reversed.

Being a dom never really did it for him, he didn’t get all the hype. He’d much rather be the one being played with like clay. Pushed and pulled in all directions, used like a doll, treated like a slut. But he could never tell the other men this! No, he’d be ridiculed! I mean, he breaks open doors for a living! He can’t whimper and beg!

But oh lord does he.

He loves his relationship with you. He doesn’t think he could ever find anyone who cares for him as much as you do. God you’re just so fucking perfect. You understand him so well. You don’t make fun of him, you know that he comes with a lot of fucking baggage. You’re so patient with him, especially when his anxiety is taking over.

He’s been too scared to go too far with you in the bedroom. He won’t even let you touch him, worried that he’ll turn into subby mess right under your hands. He’ll finger you or eat you out, never using his dick. If you ever complain or feel bad about the only one getting pleasured, he’ll just tell you that you deserve to feel good, so why don’t you just sit back and let him play with your body?

You guessed that he was just too anxious or insecure to actually fuck yet. You remind him every day that you love him and you’d never leave him, I mean, even that bulge is impressive. If he let you suck his dick once you’d be his forever. He’s so fucking hot and god won’t he just fuck you already!! Nothing could turn you off of an absolute hunk of man like him.

You’ve been begging more and more every day, even resorting wearing only his shirt and your underwear, hoping he’ll rip it right off of you and take you right then and there. Crawling into his lap and grinding down. But of course he’ll just effortlessly pick you up and set you down next to him, giving you a kiss on the head as a sort of apology and racing to the bathroom to deal with his massive… problem

You rolled your eyes, seriously?!?!?

You know that he’s jerking off. This is ridiculous, he obviously wants to fuck you, what the hell is going on? You can’t do this anymore! That’s it, you’re confronting him and getting a goddamn answer.

Your knuckles knock against the wooden door of the bathroom, “König. Get out here. Right now. I know you’re jerking off in there.”

König felt heat rush from his tummy to his cock, goddamnit now he was even harder. He strained against his pants painfully, a soft whimper tumbling past his lips. You’ve never been so demanding before. He hate how much it turned him on.

With a large hand clumsily hiding his bulge, König stumbled out of the bathroom. He was sheepish, refusing to look you in the eye. He looked so fucking pathetic. And he still looked sexy.

“König,” you drawled out his name, frustration evident in your tone - it sent another rush south, König’s eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the sound, “Are you gonna keep beating your dick in the bathroom or are you going to fuck me?”

You could practically hear König gulp, his hand squeezing down over his hard on. His wide eyes flickered down to your lips, you looked so hot when you were angry.

He nodded slowly, never breaking his gaze from you. He’ll probably last long enough, he just has to go slow - that’s all! He just has to keep focusing on being strong and manly and he won’t melt at the feeling of your pussy around his cock! Oh god, who is he kidding, he can’t stay dominate around yo-

“You want me to top you, don’t you?”

His heart dropped. How do you know? He’s quiet, he never has told you anything about his preferences! He’s in the military! He acts like all his peers, right?

His thoughts are racing and you can tell. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes moving back and forth - something you realized that he does every time he’s deep in thought. You let out a small giggle, “König, don’t be so oblivious, baby.”

You walk up to him, hand reaching up to hold his face. The simple touch has him sinking into your hold. “God look at you, it’s not hard to tell. You always liked it when I took charge,” you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “You want me to tie you up? Ride your cock until you can’t see straight? Prove to you how much of a slut you are?”

His knees almost buckle under him, you’re all he could ever want. He’s fantasied about you so many nights, worried that he’d never be enough for you. Worried that he wouldn’t live up to your expectations. But that’s okay, you have all the time in the world to prove to him what a good boy he is.

He couldn’t even think, stumbling as you dragged him into your shared room. You quickly tore off your shirt and pants, only allowing him enough time to take off his shirt before throwing him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thick, muscular thighs.

You looked so pretty on top of him. He loved being under you, he wish he could spend the rest of his life right here.

You playfully rutted your heat down on his rock hard cock, König threw back his head. He let out a loud whine, fingers digging into your hips. “You know König, I’ve been planning for this for oh so long. I’ve seen how squirmy you get whenever someone’s tied up on TV. How you grab something to cover your lap. But you’re just so obvious, huh baby?” You squished his cheeks between your fingers. Your voice was so condescending and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into you.

“God, you’re such a whore for me König.”

He whined, loud. His pretty pink lip caught between his teeth, brows drawn together. He watched as you opened up your bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of delicate black lace. His face flushed, cock throbbing against you.

He stayed perfectly still for you as you gently grabbed his hands, leading them up the headboard, and tying them together in a neat little bow. The intricate fabric looked perfect next to his bulging muscles. You ran your fingers up and down the sprawling vine like veins in his arms, you could feel him quivering beneath you. His shallow breathes and occasional low moans tumbling past his mouth.

He gave an experimental tug to his bindings, he could barely move. A rush of blood flowed down to his cock. You were so strong, tying him up so tight, leaving him to your mercy.

You could feel him harden even more, a smirk gracing your face, “You like that baby? You like being tied up under me?” His head quickly nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking up at you.

“Maybe I should just leave you here…” you trail off, leaving kisses along his collarbone, “all desperate and whiny… I mean, it’s only fair after making me wait this long.”

You don’t think you’ve seen König so panicked before. His eyes were blown wide, hands tugging at his bindings so he can hold onto you and keep you right where he needs you. “N-no! Schatz please… please! Bitte mein leibling… I- y/n, I can’t-“ His words slurred, strung together by his thick accent.

“Come on König, stop blabbering. I know you can beg me better than that.” Your words shut him right up. You could see him process, his mind clouded with lust.

“Liebling… ich braunche dich, I need to have you t-touch me…” he pleaded for you, lips trembling and dick pressing against your thigh. “I want to be inside of you so bad, maus… fuck, I’m so hard for you y/n…” How could you deny him when he was begging you so sweetly?

“Only because you’re being such a good boy for me.” You smirked as you oh so slowly unbuttoned his pants. He thrust into the air uncontrollably, even the slightest touch drove him mad. “Ah-ah, stay still König.” His teeth dug into his lip at your words.

You pulled him out of his boxers, his cock slapping up against his tummy with how aroused he was. Pre cum slid down to his base in pretty droplets. You wrapped your hand around him, barely covering him entirely from just how big he was. König let out small breathy whimpers, the heat of your hand was just so warm and nice against his hard on.

You gave him a small lick at his tip, the flavor of his cock spreading deliciously across your tongue. König let out a loud, drawn out groan. More and more peals dribbled from the slit and you quickly caught them in your mouth. König pulled down on his restraints as you slowly took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently.

He loved when you treated him so sweetly, so softly. So lovingly. But lord could he not wait for you to fuck him up.

You started bobbing up and down on his cock effortlessly, taking him nice and easy. You looked up him through your lashes as you hollowed your cheeks and it sent his stomach in knots. It felt so good, the warmth and wetness of your mouth was like heaven. Your teeth grazing the skin of his dick, a small reminder that he was under your mercy and control. To another man it might be threatening to think that their pleasure could so easily be turned into something so painful if the person blowing them off only clamped slightly…

But it just pushed him closer to the edge. Being placed in between those pretty jaws of yours, so sweet but so dangerous. Of course you’d never hurt him, at least not more than he could handle - or enjoy.

He thrusted up into your mouth only for your hands to hold down his hips. Your eyes glowered at him in warning, you were in charge of his pleasure. He whimpered as a sort of apology, too enraptured in the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips to form words. Your saliva pooling at his base and mixing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t wait any longer, his stomach tightening in short spasms. “Maus, I- I’m gonna… ‘M gonna cum…” His breath came out heavy in between his words, your mouth never ceasing as you watched him stumble his words out.

Your lips pulled off his cock with a small ‘pop’, hand lazily moving up and down on his length. “Yeah? You gonna cum? Am I making you feel that good?” His eyes watered, your words so teasing and mean but so arousing. You let out a little chuckle at his state, feeling him twitch in your hand, “Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for me like the slut you are”

You brought your head back down on his dick, moving fast and rough. He loves the way you talk to him, the way you treat him. Like he’s yours. He pulled harder on the lace holding him in hopes of grounding himself, hoping to somehow deal with the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You let his hips thrust into you as he chased his orgasm, loud whines and strings of your name leaving his mouth. You kept your gaze on his face as his brows pinched and eyes closed tight. You felt his cum spill past your lips and leaking down onto his lap. You kept sucking his off long past his high came down, aftershocks twitching throughout his body.

“W-wait it’s, it’s too much- ngh! Oh my god…- y/n!” You giggled watching him squirm with overstimulation. You laid one of your hands down on his hips, pressing down against him. The other hand traced up and down his cock. It was still hard, pressed against his tummy and smearing left over cum on his skin. He jumped with each ghost of your fingers and whined for your teasing to stop.

You eventually slowed your hand, grinning at the mess König had become beneath you, “Alright pretty boy, so fucking sensitive, huh? But if you’re too sensitive for me to even touch you, how am I going to properly fuck you?”

Standing at the edge of the bed you slowly pulled your underwear down, looking at every twitch of König cock as he watched you. You climbed into his lap, your bare cunt hovering above his dick.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he gazed at you as though you were sent by god just for him. “Du bist so schön, meine Liebe.”

König’s lip quivered as you lower yourself down onto him. His hard cock stretched out your walls so wonderfully. So hot and thick, and all yours. You threw back your head at the feeling of König disappearing into you inch by inch.

“König you feel so fucking good baby, filling me up soooo much”

König searched for your eyes, needing to know just how good he was making you feel. Him. Not anyone else, him. He felt like he’d cum just at the thought of pleasuring you so well.

His hands shook in his bindings, he craved the feeling of your skin. He needed to run his hands up the curves of your tits, and down the fat of your hips. He needed to grab your stomach and grope your thigh. He just needed to touch- but he was a good boy. He wouldn’t beg you to untie him, no, he needed to prove he could be nothing but a toy for you to use. This was all about you.

God, you.

Your hips met his and the final stretch lodged a moan through your pretty lips. König involuntarily bucked into you as a tear rolled down his cheek at the bliss of being inside of you.

You reached down a hand to dry his face, your other hand pressing down against his lap,

“Aw, Baby, it’s okay. Don’t get too excited though, you keep still.”

Your voice was soft but firm. So melodious. It sounded like honey to König and you could feel him throb inside of you as he held back another thrust.

You teasingly rolled your hips with his full dick inside of you, head thrown back and thoroughly enjoying yourself. König’s teeth burrowed into the soft plush of his lip, overwhelmed by the sight of your heavenly state and the overstimulation to his cock.

His jaw dropped open as he felt you slowly rise up until only the tip was encased in your warmth, and then quickly falling back down to his hips. You watched as König whimpered, eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through him.

You picked up the pace with each movement, up and down, up and down. More and more whines tumbling past König’s lips as they harmonized with your own moans. Your slick and his cum mixed together over his hips and the insides of your thighs. You reached a hand forward, tracing patterns on his stone hard stomach. It was like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted all for only you to see and to touch.

He jumped, the muscle in his tummy jumping at the feeling and relaxing at your chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how sensitive you are, König.” You leaned forward even more, lips teasing his ear. “It’s gonna make fucking you a lot harder for you and a lot more fun for me.”

You straightened your back, mean grin gracing your features. König’s eyes reached the back of his skull, too pleasured to feel real fear at your words. It only pushed him further to finishing. His stomach muscles spasming in preparation and his body tensing.

You suddenly stopped, his cock fully encased in your tight warmth. A twisted cry came from König, desperate for you to continue but not daring to thrust his hips into you. You leaned against your arms propped on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes as he stared back.

Your voice was low aa you spoke, “Are you gonna cum again, König? Cum for your first time from my pussy? Cumming like the pussy drunk slut you are?”

A small sob left König, tears falling from his face. It was as all so much, almost too much. Having you be everything he’s ever dreamed of. He nodded his head, your word bouncing around his skull.

“Y-yes meine liebe, please. Please, let me. I love you.” Another sob, “Ngh, I’m- I’m your slut y/n, I’m your whore.”

“Awww.” You smiled wickedly at him, crashing your lips against his as you continued to ride him. His cock reached all the right places, leading you to your own release. You bit at his lips and even his tongue, his moans filling your mouth. Drool dribbled down his chin and slid down his neck.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. The sound of your skin connecting was like music to König’s ears. The sound of accomplishment. The sound of his love in physical form. The sound of you taking him and putting him right where he fucking belonged.

His tummy tightened again, dick pulsing inside of you. You felt your own stomach pool with pleasure. You momentarily broke from König’s mouth, saliva stringing you together. His tongue lolled out, desperate for your connection to resume.

“Cum for me König, cum with me and prove to me that you’re mine and only mine.” Your lips reached his yet again as your hips moved faster and faster. You even allowed König to sloppily thrust into you. Each time your bodies met it felt like heaven, pushing you further and further to what you knew would be an other worldly orgasm.

All that mattered in this moment was you, it didn’t matter if he fucked before or if he’d cum from someone else before. It felt like he was doing it for the first time. Like this was the only time that mattered. The only person that made him feel this fucking good. This fucking loved.

The pleasure rose and rose, until it snapped. Euphoria rushing over your bodies in waves. A strangled cry pushed into your mouth from König. You could feel him filling you up, warmth spreading throughout your body. You did a few more slow lazy thrusts before pulling yourself off of him, sitting up and looking down at the mess you made.

God he was pathetic, tears drying against his face, lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes looking at you with pure admiration.

You lazily crawled off the bed, leaving König whining for you. When you returned you had a warm wet towel. You sat next to König and gently cleaned him off, careful to not overwhelm him too much. You could feel him jump underneath you every now and then from his overstimulation. When you were done you quickly cleaned your self off and laid the towel on the bed side table, turning back to König who watched your every move with a soft gaze.

You untied the lace around his wrists, holding them in your hands and massaging them lightly. “Does your skin hurt at all baby?”

“N-no. Well, not unbearably. The sting… feels nice.” His voice was husky and low. You smiled at him, before lying down and cuddling up to his chest. He was damp with sweat and his flesh was feverishly hot under your hands. His arm snaked under you and held you tight against him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much maus, thank you… thank you for making me yours.”

A/n: oh. my. god. It’s finally over. I finally finished it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Hope this makes up for my absence :)

[ninyard]

You're thinking of him going to class the first day after the trial - but what about all the day before the trial even began? When none of his classmates had any idea what happened or what could have happened or why he did it? All they knew was that he killed someone with an exy stick (if even that). And given that he's Andrews twin - Andrew who /was/ in juvie for being to aggressive - what's to say that Aaron isn't the same? What,now they have two homicidal on their campus but they are also on the deranged exy team? I cant imagine what that would have been like

Oh lord.

Like the thought of Aaron sitting in his last class of the day the day before the trial watching the time tick down and he’s felt sick to his stomach for weeks now, but it’s so much worse now that it’s so close. He can barely sit still, he’s been driving Katelyn crazy for days, let’s do this, let’s go here, let’s go there, let’s keep my mind busy so I can’t think about the fact I might be going to prison next week.

The time ticks down, and he knows he’s not going to sleep that night, and he sees the way his classmates look at him. How heads turned when one of his curious friends asked how he was feeling about everything. He can’t look them in the eyes when he says everything’s fine.

But it’s not just him, it’s not just his classmates, it’s everyone. Everyone is making him feeling fucking weird. All of his teammates are skirting around this massive elephant in the room, people are avoiding talking to him in case the trial comes up. Coach looks at him with pity. Abby looks at him like he’s a helpless lamb. Betsy sends her encouragement and kindness but she knows better than anyone what’s coming.

Aaron knows Andrew has spent two or three hours a week in Bee’s little office. He can see how Neil is doing the same thing everyone else is doing; he doesn’t know how to deal with Andrew when he’s so wound up and internally anxious. Andrew hadn’t showed up to practice for the past week. Rumour had it that he hadn’t even been doing his night practices with Kevin.

Aaron is not an insecure person, but the way everyone tiptoes around the reality of what is to come drives him crazy with self consciousness. He feels how his classmates have quietened down their conversations when he walks in. Even one of his professors kept him back after class to tell him not to worry about his final paper - she knew he was under a lot of stress, in her words, and he was already getting straight A’s in her class anyway. I did it! He wants to scream at them all. And I can’t deal with the fact that you’re going to find out why! He would rather they call him a monster to his face, than know they’re talking about him now in the way they’ve spent years talking about Andrew.

He feels guilt, in a way, seeing Andrew in as much of a state as he is. Knowing because of what he did to Drake, he was going to have to tell the world what had happened to him. Andrew was recounting his trauma and braving the witness stand just to keep Aaron out of danger. And that kills Aaron. Because he loves his brother, and he’s going crazy with worry and fear, the outcome of the case in the hands of the jury from the morning after.

[hcgossips]

Insecure, anxious, Also with dysmorphic disorder, spiteful and stubborn. He doesn't have what it takes to be a husband, even less, to be a father. He's the kind of man who is, emotionally, very fragile.

He's more the kind who would be emotionally dependent in a relationship and would end up getting involved with an older woman who could play his mom. Of course, that doesn't keep a man from getting into a relationship.

He might even try. But, unless this woman is extremely mature, but accepting that type of man and knowing how to deal with the type, it would be a troubled relationship and very stressful to her.

I believe Henry Cavill is being spiteful and stubborn, like a nine year old, expecting to respond to the bad publicity. There were precedents (trouble with other PRs before, but none, like this one).

He could have put an end to the bad publicity avoiding what he has gone through. I even think he thought of it for a while, but gave up too early. But, being stubborn and spiteful, he couldn't resist continuing banging his head on the wall. Because, he's been also vengeful like he's never before.

There are, at least, two videos in which you see him being spiteful and kind of vengeful to Freya Allan. Actually, he was being narcissistic, ignoring her completely, in two different events and occasions. In one, she reacted as if very confused.

His goal? Generate gossip about them or to make her feel insecure and lost. In the second, to reinforce that, he also gave his full attention to Chalotra, as if trying to tease Freya, who seemed to manage the situation very well and didn't let this affect her.

I have been saying, this guy isn't the self-confident man he portrays and he appears to have serious emotional issues. From the stories he always told about his childhood, the perfect family relationship, 'till his apparent "adventures" with women, he's damaged. Everything about him is staged.

And this latest PR exposed all his insecuritirs and low emotional intelligence. And that's what he's trying to avoid with this circus. That people start to, massively, see it and talk about it.

Once in a while, I repeat myself here talking about it. And he still tries to stage the mature, secure man who has a steady relationship and now, is committed to fatherhood with a circus. Bullshit!

Buuuttt,.... If all he has to offer is bullshit, let's consider it. Let's get the lemon and make a lemonade. From now on, I'm going to refer to the couple as married. After over four years of a shitty relationship, with a 6/8-month born child, it's nonsense to still refer to his redneck promiscuous as his girlfriend.

Natalie Viscuso is now, the new Mrs. Cavill. Suck it up! A housewife and mother who lives as an exhibitionist parasite. That's the type he likes. And, all these pap walks, sightings are to reinforce the idea in your subconsciousness.

So, from now on, I will consider the brilliant idiotic couple, as married and the Godsent redneck, as his beloved wife and the time they spend together, an endless honeymoon. The couple has probably been married for over four years and had this idiotic idea to introduce the new exhibitionist slutty Mrs. Cavill with a prank, as a brat, to couple with the image of the nerdy dude.

Oh! So, romantic!

[pictuajjx]

𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒/𝐎 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

✎ Hi--Hello, welcome aboard! This is just a silly Laughing Jack headcanon post if he was your S/O. There might be a teensy weensy bits of warning, but promising, there won't be any kind of NSFW stuff here. (×_×) Most part, it's Fluff! and some sad stuff. idk ~ Debbie

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

Wow, okay, you somehow charmed the silly clown fellow that kills people? Lucky you! Or maybe not.

Before you both started dating each other, at least one of you had to make up their own minds in confessing. There was several different ways to go around this. Why is there different ways? That's because this man has massive mood swings, and you might have different thinking! (￣ω￣;)

If you're not the type of person to go up and confess, he'll bring the confession up to you. Meaning, he probably broke into your house in the middle of the night just to bring his own confession, as an apology, he gives you candy. Sweet intentions, bad execution Mr. clown.

2. If you're the type of person to confess bravely, he'd probably be confused at first but glad to accept it. Go you!

3. Mentioning his mood swings.. Is this one. He can be a real sweetheart sometimes, but he can be real sassy and a tease. If he KNOWS you like him, he'll tease you into confessing your feelings for him so he can laugh at you. In a good way! (unless he doesn't reciprocate your feelings, that's a bummer)

Considering his mood swings, it's going to be a hassle dealing with him as a partner. He'll try his best not to out lash, but several things can really trigger him randomly.

If he ever does hurt or become angry at you, he'll apologize with candy. Of course, he doesn't believe that candy will just fix everything, so he does acts of services and tries his best to do anything you want him to do! (cough, people pleaser. that's what happens when you get abandoned hoping the next one doesn’t leave you too)

Speaking about the abandoning part, he gets anxious and worried if you leave him. Abandonment issues at its finest! Just keep on reassuring him and he’ll be happy about it… eventually

ENOUGH WITH THE SAD SAPPY STUFF! Cute stuff :3c

His arms are like those things at car washes, the ones that flails their arms up in the air and all noodlely! He’s able to stretch his arms like them and hug you around. LJ also likes to make you laugh with them.

Big nickname user. Will mainly call you doll, but he can be real specific about nicknames! Jolly bean, sour candy, etc. He just mainly nicknames you with candy stuff based off of personality, couldn’t think of more LMAO

LOVES cuddling and surrounding himself onto you. If he ever catches you out unaware, he’ll hug onto you.

Being around with him can never be boring honestly. He tries his best to entertain you, and if anything he does doesn’t make you have fun, he’ll secretly try to find out what you like. He wants to figure it out himself rather than just asking.

Earlier I mentioned how he can become a tease. Whenever he’s like that with you, he makes sure to make you blush on accident. He thinks it’s cute! He may be a teasing bastard on the outside but in the inside he’s giggling and kicking his feet. (HAHA, I might draw this)

Doesn’t care about your insecurities, in fact he finds them all to be beautiful. He doesn’t have a specific type, but just as long as they aren’t too rude. He’ll love you forever! (Bad thing or not bad thing?)

Whenever he’s giving you candy, it’s like a fortune cookie. You unwrap the wrapper, get a note, and it’s a messages that’s corny but sweet, alongside with a candy attached.

If you’re at work or busy, he patiently waits like a dog. When you come back to him he’ll mourn about how boring it was to you, and act extremely dramatic.

You being gone for WAY too long? He’ll make sure you won’t leave by his side for the next few days, unless the next things you have to do is REALLY important.

✎ sorry it’s not much! I’m really tired right now, it’s 3:00 AM now. Next time I’ll be talking about my Laughing Jack design! Toodaloo! ~ Debbie

[msweebyness]

WereMiraculous- Theater Pack

Here’s the third of the four packs of DuPont, and the largest! After this, I’ve asked Artzy to do the Recess pack, so keep an eye out for that! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Missy:

Role: Medic/Fighter

Bio:

Always has her medical supplies on hand

Will yell at you and fuss over you in the same breath when you’re hurt

Cares, just very aggressively

Bit insecure about her missing fang

Wolf Form: Small and stocky, choppy blonde fur, narrow hazel eyes, missing front fang, cyan wave marking on forehead.

Jesse:

Role: Omega

Bio:

Mated to Anthony

Baby of the pack, he just babey

Still deals with a lot of anxiety

Don’t ask him about his father…don’t

Only one capable of making Anthony smile

Wolf Form: Mid-size and lean, shaggy brown fur, one grey and one ghost eye, grey bell marking on forehead.

Ayesha:

Role: Pack Therapist

Bio:

Still a massive ray of sunshine

Always willing to listen when there’s a problem

Cannot sit still for the life of her

Can always find a silver lining

Wolf Form: Small and sturdy, fluffy brown fur, one hazel and one green eye, yellow rainbow arch marking on forehead.

Dot:

Role: Navigator

Bio:

Has an insane internal GPS system

Makes sure everything the pack needs is kept in order

Memory is photographic to the smallest detail

Also manages the pack finances

Wolf Form: Large and slender, curly black fur, sharp amber eyes, amber hourglass marking on forehead.

Petra:

Role: Pack Artist

Bio:

Can usually be found doodling on the cave walls

Has to finish an activity before moving on

Loves to accessorize, even as a wolf

Making a mural of all the pack’s big moments

Wolf Form: Small but sturdy, short blue-black fur, powder blue eyes, pink paint splot mark on forehead.

Anais:

Role: Pack Researcher

Bio:

Loves to discover new things about werewolves

Smartest wolf in the pack, but humble about it

Doesn’t get a lot of sleep

Hyperfixates when something catches their interest

Wolf Form: Mid-size and wiry, messy brown fur with colored streaks, dark green eyes, periwinkle beaker marking on forehead.

Roxie:

Role: Fighter/Guard

Bio:

Most aggressive member of the pack

Never backs down from a fight

Says what’s on their mind, no matter what

Cares a lot, just not good at expressing it

Wolf Form: Small and buff, choppy ashy blonde fur, glaring dark blue eyes, hot pink X marking on forehead.

Anthony:

Role: Pack Diplomat

Bio:

Mated to Jesse

Mediates most conflicts in the pack

Almost never seems happy about anything

Can be surprisingly persuasive

Will shred you to ribbons if you hurt Jesse

Wolf Form: Large and lean, shaggy black fur with blue-streaked bangs, electric blue eyes, bright blue eye marking on forehead.

Eri:

Role: Pack Groomer/Stylist

Bio:

Still theatrical as all hell

Loves the most morbid werewolf legends

Keeps the pack looking on point

Needs to be reigned in every once in a while

Wolf Form: Small and slender, long, silky black fur, violet eyes, violet fleur-des-lis marking on forehead.

Candace:

Role: Beta

Bio:

Makes sure everyone and everything is running smoothly

The responsible big sister of the pack

Best problem-solver in the pack

Pulls Parker back when she’s being too harsh

Wolf Form: Large and slender, wavy strawberry blonde fur, navy blue eyes, red pompom marking on forehead.

Soo-Yeon:

Role: Lead Hunter

Bio:

Anxious dad friend of the pack

Cannot stop tripping over his own paws

Still lethally, scarily effective as a hunter

Gets overwhelmed when there’s a lot going on

Wolf Form: Large and gangly, short, spiky black fur, almond-shaped black eyes, orange triangle marking on forehead.

Margo:

Role: Hunter

Bio:

Sweetest wolf you will ever meet

Makes little accessories as gifts for her friends

Very affectionate with her pack mates

But SCARY when on a hunt

Mated to Reshma and Lacey, visits the science pack often

Wolf Form: Large and sturdy, fluffy platinum blonde fur, bright blue eyes, candy pink snowflake marking on forehead.

Staci:

Role: Tracker

Bio:

Never loses a scent, no matter how faint

Rarely shows a lot of emotion

More than a bit cynical about their situation

Cares more than she lets on

Wolf Form: Small and lean, short bright red fur, almond-shaped hazel eyes, cream pentagon marking on forehead.

Parker:

Role: Alpha

Bio:

Takes no nonsense from anyone

Keeps her pack safe and in shape through tough love

Sometimes gets a bit carried away

Will protect her friends no matter the cost

Wolf Form: Mid-size and buff, coarse auburn fur, sharp navy eyes, hunter green chevron marking on forehead.

Brecken:

Role: Fighter/Guard

Bio:

Mated to Evie

Sweet as a puppy, until his pack is in danger

Doesn’t like being inside all that much

Himbo doggo who gets a little lost in discussions, but in a cute way

Very openly affectionate and protective with his mate

Wolf Form: Large and bulky, mussed but soft brown fur, warm brown eyes, red horseshoe marking on forehead.

Aggie:

Role: Hunter

Bio:

Pack’s resident daredevil, in and out of wolf mode

Fastest wolf in the pack, no one can catch her

Would prefer not to talk about her parents

One of the snarkiest in the pack

Wolf Form: Small but fit, curly rust red fur, electric green eyes, neon green wheel marking on forehead.

Mona:

Role: Lookout

Bio:

Usually has their head in the clouds

Can somehow still immediately sense when something’s up

Can move hind legs in wolf form, but with very limited range

Likes to make little movies of the pack

Wolf Form: Small but sturdy, wavy dark brown fur, sleepy golden eyes, lavender thought-bubble marking on forehead.

Evie:

Role: Caretaker

Bio:

Mated to Brecken

Mother hen of the pack, takes care of everyone

Manners are still impeccable, even as a wolf

Came from a high-up wolf family, was considered a prize mate

Always assuring Brecken he’s good enough for her

Wolf Form: Mid-size and slender, silky, wavy auburn fur, hazel eyes with flecks of gold, blush pink eighth-note mark on forehead.

Eloise:

Role: Hunter

Bio:

Most level-headed member of the pack

Often plans out their next moves

Has trouble with understanding emotions

Incredibly focused and efficient on hunts

Wolf Form: Small and slender, short but smooth black fur, pale green eyes, white plus marking on forehead.

Keep an eye out for the last of the packs and then some extra characters! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[chaoxfix]

older sonic & tails hcs. i think in general they keep their values and interests and in a lot of ways stay similar to their childhood/teen selves. but they mature in slightly different ways.

11 & 18: the ‘only kind of maturing’ era

already written a bit with my one fic

tails:

hes just starting puberty and is extremely messy, in both actual cleanliness and personality. still very fixated on advancing his tech and helping his friends, but now gets more frustrated at his limitations than before, recognizes he’s still a kid and is annoyed because he feels so close to being an adult even though he’s a long way off. prone to massive disorganization, only remembers details that relate to machines and tech and his friends’ needs. his friends start realizing that if they’re gonna hang out they gotta do it at the workshop, or invite him on a mission. hes trying to stop being a kid, but he does still have some ‘childish’ (re: fun. he’s allowed to have fun) interests like building things, logic puzzles and toys (‘they keep my spatial reasoning sharp!!!’ ‘ok buddy’), video games, various types of boarding, comics, collecting figurines etc. he’s less insecure in his tech designs, so much as he’s anxious about the consequences of anything failing. he knows his friends rely on his designs and he can’t let them down. he still likes going on missions/adventures, and will always go if asked. but he gets really stressed about not building enough if hes away from his workshop too long. he’s also a little more manipulative and less shy about using it. he’s a little shit when he wants to be. he knows everyone’s weaknesses he just needs to come at it from the right angle. his biggest weakness was always that he was a lil kid… now he realizes he’s gonna be way OP as he grows up. but if he does have one weakness it’s stretching himself too thin, trying things he’s not automatically good at, and traumatic responses. true creative thinking is also harder the older he gets, because he focuses so much on logic and designs and contingency plans that by design are about reacting to threats, not proactive. talking about feelings is also harder and harder. and his impulse control also gets worse. he gets twitchy if he isn’t busy. also — he tried taking on all the paperwork stuff about bills and taxes and parents at like, 8. but now he regrets it because he’s constantly forgetting. ultimately amy (now 15) starts helping him out.

sonic:

still a globetrotting hero. stir crazy if he’s not literally in the middle of an adventure, …but blended with the feeling that he’s done it all before. 100% going to get himself seriously injured around this age, and probably more than once. not quite ready to grow up as he didn’t really have a childhood. in a way, he lives a little of that through tails, trying his best to make sure tails stays more innocent and can be carefree for longer than he could. painfully aware that tails is now as old as sonic was when he adopted him. very aware of mistakes. keeps inviting tails on adventures though, because he knows it means everything to him to be included. also doesn’t fully get how much pressure tails feels about his designs, as he was always under the impression that tails builds things just because he loves it — like sonic is with running / racing. sonic continues to form rivalries … i think he might get mixed up in some more dangerous ones, and maybe start having some more serious relationships (?) but never quite commit to any of them as he’s not sure if that’s a good idea with how dangerous his life is. truthfully he didn’t really expect to make it this far, and can’t anticipate going all that much further, so he’s just winging it every day. he probably has some brand deals going that easily support his life style. it’ll 100% get manipulated by eggman though. (sonic happy meal toys attacking everyone like that kim possible movie…). he also still can’t talk about feelings. starts getting legitimately angry when people try to force it, but is overall still a very laidback guy. i think it might also be time for a new deep-seated phobia as he’s kind of OP. probably claustrophobia after forces… (and likely a few similar brief captivities afterward).

14 and 21: the angst era

tails:

similar to 11, but now with a lot more maturity and a little more calculated recklessness and manipulation. way more cautious about missions. he and sonic start butting heads about that; he’s old enough now, and probably sees things at this age that he couldn’t be shielded from. and with him being older and more assertive, it makes him a lot more unwilling to sacrifice others’ safety if there’s another way. starts building a LOT of contingency plans. even messier than before. like… he holds toxic waste in his lab for safe keeping. disaster teen. he’s also taller & stronger than sonic by a good amount and uses it to his advantage on missions. …and he has a villain arc, but low key. he trusts his friends with everything but their own safety and he creates a device that can perfectly protect them… by limiting their agency to fight/dive headfirst into danger. but there’s a hopeful ending to the angst. he finally starts getting some extra support and will only go up from here, for the most part. also might (?) have romantic interest but can’t find it in him to prioritize it.

sonic:

almost dying a lot lately. his friends are … worried. like. very worried. he’s finding limits that didn’t exist at 15, and has probably collected enough injuries that he’s getting frustrated about boundaries that didn’t exist before. might have a relationship that goes badly that puts him even further off of even mild romance. he’s kind of a mess at this age imo. everything blurs by to him and thrill seeking gets lethal. he is aware that he’s a mess, yet isn’t aware that total aversion to feelings might be … perhaps … be a bad thing. it’ll probably be a mission that uses emotions / etc against him that finally wakes him up. it’s all very messy. might start distancing himself from old friends, probably goes on more solo adventures and on various self discovery quests. needs a vacation. won’t take one. needs therapy, definitely will not be going. burned out era, low key; makes fewer new friends and old rivalries get nastier in many ways. he’s never an asshole, still good natured, but thoughtlessness/recklessness is driving his friends up the fucking wall. he’s absolutely the driving force of tails’s villain arc, and they fight / are on opposite sides in that adventure before coming back together. their bond survives and tails gets what he needs but sonic still needs some time to figure things out.

18 and 25: ‘almost real adults’ era

tails:

he’s balanced out from his teen years … by a lot. he finally has a system to keep things in order life-wise, even if his lab and house are still usually a wreck. still not amazing at talking about feelings but cares about it enough to make an effort… mostly. worries openly about his big brother and is allowed to. has a very successful business. attends ted talks a lot. has an anti bullying charity and helps kids get into STEM. might low key be thinking of adopting a kid someday but also knows he’s way too distracted with tech right now to make it work. not that interested in romance but knows he has time, not all that bothered. loves making designs. finds true creativity again. self assured in what he builds, and confident that his friends will be okay. will still have ups and downs but generally knows things are going to be okay.

sonic:

significantly less of a disaster than he was at 21. there is 100% a solo mission that he went on that changes his perspective at like, 22, and he comes back feeling more like himself, and starts to mellow back out. might be gone a whole year before he comes back but he’s doing better afterwards… chillin again. by 25 he fully has his shit together again, or as together as it’s going to be. after all, he’s still a whirlwind hero and it’s not like he’s ever going to be like, filing taxes or starting a family. but he’s got that steady confidence and a little more patience, and a greater willingness to share the load. finds that zest for life we all love him for. there IS STILL joy to be had by jumping into the active volcano and there is ALSO joy in wearing a protective lava shield courteous of his fox friend just in case.

[trixr4kidzz]

Super radical varigo analysis (Part 1 maybe I don’t know I never shut up)

I want to expand on my last post about varigo.

I think the reason Hugo would get anxious or worried about Varian's head-strong nature and tendency to run into danger without thinking stems from his work with Donella. Rarely would he ever get attached to any of her henchmen seeing as most of them died on the job from very similar circumstances. He's been traumatized by watching people die in front of him constantly while also not having proper time to process it since he's always running around to save himself or please Don. By the time he meets Varian, everything slows and he's given time to process things. He realizes that he's terrified of death, but even moreso, he's scared of losing Varian to death. Varian is the only constant in his life that has taught him to heal and slow down, even if the alchemist doesn't take that advice himself. It's from that, that Hugo decides he'd do everything in his power to make sure he never dies or gets hurt while he's around. (Which also manifests into the original point of him being a bit overbearingly protective!)

I don't think Hugo was ever properly cared for trauma wise. I love momella as much as the next person, but I really can not see her actually properly caring for Hugo's trauma or problems in a healthy manner. ("Coping" to her is just constantly going on missions to ignore your problems which actually causes more problems! Who'da thunk it?) Hugo running into Varian, who even though he is still healing from trauma, is much further along in terms of learning coping skills and offering advice to people. (Do not be fooled, this alchemist does not take that advice himself.)

I think Hugo being paranoid is understandable, but he's not sure how to exactly deal with it and set up proper boundaries with Varian at first so it sort of manifests in a bit of an overbearing protectiveness.

On one hand, Varian really does appreciate it. All his life he's been tossed aside like he doesn't matter. If he wasn't being a nuisance, he was being a disappointment. He was left to rot for a year in prison with abusive guards and little food or water.... BUT the over protectiveness sorta leans into one of his insecurities. One of the main reasons people didn't seem to help him was because he was "just a child" he "didn't know" what he was talking about. In other words, he despises being coddled. He's not a helpless damsel in distress! He can care for himself to an extent and he doesn't need his hand held at every point.

Also back to Donella,  I think I see her more as... just a general caregiver... I don't know if I'd box her into any specific family position. Also I would not say she is a good caregiver. Personally, I don't really have any firm beliefs on whether she actually cares for Hugo or not, but I think she is... she is very poor at taking care of kids, whether she cares for them or not.

Donella, barely feeding Hugo and using food as a "reward" for him completing missions: Is this parenting?

 I think my personal interpretation is that, I think, Donella does really care and that scares her so it moreso manifests in neglectful and borderline abusive attributes and even if she actually cared, Hugo has every right to not want to her to be in his life.

BASICALLY I think Don does care, but bottom line, she caused Hugo massive irreversible trauma and he has every right to not wanna fuck w/ her. SJSDKNFDJSK

ANYWAY BACKING THAT INTO VARIGO....... I think at the beginning of their friendship (or I guess lack thereof since they're angrily arguing nonstop,) Hugo begins to feel... jealous. And he feels almost wrong for feeling jealous. He's jealous that Varian has friends and family that write him letters to see how he's doing. He's jealous that he receives gifts from them. He's jealous of how easily he seems to instantly click with Nuru and Yong and basically anyone else they run into. 

He feels guilty for being jealous for two reasons. One is that Donella taught him to "Stop complaining" whenever he was given little food. He was being fed, wasn't he? No need to be such an ungrateful brat lest he want to go back to fending for himself on the street.

The second is that, through living with Donella, he's kind of convinced himself he's not worthy of love. He's lucky Donella even lets him stick around. He's loud, he's cocky, he's a thief, it's no wonder people dislike him. That thought in his head that he is unlovable is something he refuses to change and even actively leans into. He is actively self-destructive and rude to make people dislike him.

So even if he is jealous of Varian, even if he yearns for the warm smiles and bubbly laughter, he feels like some part of him wins when he succeeds in making the man constantly angry at him.

[cloveroctobers]

YASMIN DOUGLAS—

IG info/Bio: @/imyasmin_d | 11.6k followers | hello & ahlan 🎶

23-24 years old depending on her birthday (I’m thinking too much about timelines since i know some shows aren’t live and if they filmed it prior & it’s just being shown to us now...then there’s the boat party that comes in after, you get what I’m saying right? No? Okay)

Moroccan heritage

she was born in fes along with her baba

Father works in the carpet & rug manufacturing industry and worked in his father’s business from the young age of 16

her mother is from Essaouira & has often stated that she couldn’t stand Yasmin’s father the first time they met but she wouldn’t want to travel through this life with anyone else

Her father and mother came from two different lifestyles. All he knew how to do was hard work yet he had a sarcastic but playful side to him whereas her mom came from a family that was more financially stable & she was free to do whatever! mainly hanging at the beach with her friends without a care in the world, she was privileged and a little uppity while her father’s life seemed to be planned out from the day of his birth

Yet they still fell in love and decided to leave Morocco months after they got married at 21 & 24 & not too long after they had yas they left for England

She was raised in Kent, England

The Atmosphere led to her boho lifestyle...being exposed to castles, gardens, and underground tunnels from time to time shaped her into what she felt she was meant to be. She loved her second home

they call her “yazzy”

Parents follow islam...Which Yasmin respects but is not strongly devoted to

Can speak & write in Arabic but seems to do better in writing

Her paternal grandparents fault her parents for not teaching her to excel at both & feel that if they weren’t in such a rush to leave home she would speak Arabic better

Which made Yasmin feel like shit. Her paternal grandparents were strict on keeping their customs alive whereas her maternal grandparents were carefree as long as they got to see their granddaughter alive & well that was good enough for them

Idk maybe a only child or has a older brother? I don’t feel like she comes from a big family sibling wise

her mother made her a stuffed purple sheep that she took everywhere with her as a kid & continues to keep close to her. Y’all had imaginary friends? Well Yasmin had a real friend she could see & squeeze the life out that didn’t require talking and hugging the air, but that’s fine do u

100% collects beanie babies until this day but lil yamb is the number one princess in her household

As her significant other you have to be okay with lil yamb sleeping in between y’all that’s just the way it is

These stuffed babies are her comfort when no else can be

she’s a singer/songwriter. Went to uni for it & finished a semester early

Went through multiple hell experiences when it came to interning & temping while still in school & after

Let’s just say she wasn’t down to f*ck her way to the top

this made her anxiety act up, these people made her feel like she wouldn’t be good enough to show the world her craft & it’s didn’t have to be the world, just someone who would listen

But she couldn’t give up, there was nothing else she saw herself doing. She knew this is what she was meant to do but she couldn’t lie and say that her insecurities didn’t get the best of her most days

Although the cons seemed to out way the Pros some days, she kept at it & found herself a solid team that knew what she was about and understood her soul

Was definitely the student who loved all her English classes & when she spoke up everyone found it shocking since she preferred to just write everything out rather than “participate in group discussions”

I feel like her singing voice sounds similar to Jessica mauboy’s (if you don’t know who that is & you’re a fan of r&b/pop check her out or if you’re just curious that works too lol)

Knows her music notes like the back of her hand, duh!

Fav color is royal blue, especially on her eyelids & nails

Occasionally sleeps in rollers to keep her hair wavy

Needs her space when it comes to disagreements, they stress her out & she panics a bit when things go wrong so she feels like she needs to leave the situation rather than talk it out right then and there

She’ll talk when she’s ready, she just needs someone that’s a little patient with her that’s all

Words of affirmation is her love language? When she figures out how to balance her love life with her work life that is. When she’s feeling confident she’s smooth with words but when she needs to show you how much you mean to her & she really takes the time to think it out & feel her emotions, she’s writing you a song or you’re the inspiration to it or a poem, leaving you little love notes on blue post-it’s around the house, will write 50 reasons why she loves you on Valentine’s Day, and will say so when it’s just the two of you in your own comfort

Isn’t too crazy about public displays of affection but will deff hold your hand if that’s something you or she wanted in that moment

I think she’s fluid

Hasn’t been in many relationships. Sure she goes on tour every other year and gets to meet many people but they’re not solid relationships, they’re hookups and she hasn’t done many of those either

Had maybe one or two solid relationships: a androgynous woman that uses she/they pronouns & was in a rock band & a cis male she met at a tattoo parlor his step-brother owned (he kinda favored seb but we’re not going to speak on that)

I believe she wants to get married someday but isn’t so keen on the idea of kids. The furthest she’ll go is adopting a couple of animals. She’ll be a pet mom! I feel like she’ll be anxious looking after the life of a human being when it’s extremely hard to do so not only for herself and the love of her life & you want to add kids to the mix?! Fucking hell! but that could change? Who knows what life can throw at u

Has a hedgehog named Sonia that she drops off at her parents for their weekly sleepovers

Loves lace—mostly bralettes & crotchet clothing

I see her as a corduroy girl too. She has at least some rusty brown low-rise corduroy pants or/and a jacket

owns a crotchet kit, she’s bloody good at it too

Loved pink & purple (still likes them, they’re her 2nd & 3rd fav colors) so much as a kid that she tried to dye her hair half & half while her parents went out on their date night...it was also the weekend before school pictures :)

Says she got her inspiration from starfire & raven. She was only 13 at the time & had braces. Her father approved saying she’s a kid and she should be allowed to express herself. He only said that because his own parents barely let him & his brothers have their own fun

Her mother thought it was atrocious and did her best to get it out with the help of her other hair stylists friends (her mother worked in plenty of beauty shops once she got to England, until she decided to convert their basement into her own shop) who she invited over to see what her daughter had done but when you use certain permanent dyes...

It didn’t completely damage yasmin’s hair plus it was just hair, Yasmin didn’t see the big deal. She thought she looked splendid

Anyway, massive fan of ballroom dancing

She’s got a great ear to begin with so it was extremely fun twirling around while wearing pretty ballroom gowns

Took boring etiquette classes as a form of punishment? After the whole teen Titans inspiration thing “went wrong”

Enjoys western films

yes she owns a cowgirl hat & some boots too so sue her, she likes what she likes

Knows how to lasso but hates doing it to animals but she’ll do it to you :) (*gags* lmao why???)

Also loves visiting western towns & learning some history or at least experiencing what it was like

Type of significant other that will do her best to persuade you to stay in a treehouse airbnb, a cabin, the fucking Idaho potato, or camping out in her Volkswagen van in the middle of nowhere!

Has faux cow rugs, wicker baskets, wicker chairs in her flat, hangs some plants in glass jars & bottles all over her house

Her flat is very bright & vibrant: white, mocha brown, tan, yellows, & pastel purple

When it comes to decision making, she’ll make them pretty quick but only if it comes to choosing desserts

nobody is touching her mom’s meskouta orange cake WITH syrup

the dessert eater that always picks the one that has a surprise inside, meaning it has to ooze out with SOMETHING to make it 10x more satisfying

Leaning towards Buddhism, had studied some of their beliefs and found it resonates with her spirit

Fan of neon lights, probably has a few neon signs in her flat preferably on her brick wall in the loo, “to give u comfort as you go!” “that...actually makes sense.” Tai commented as he rubbed his chin coming to terms with yasmin’s reply. While Iona scowls, “no, no it doesn’t. I feel as if it’s an invasion of my bits!” “...Sorry you feel that way.”

tai & ciaran are automatically deemed as her brothers since she came into the villa with them. She had time to connect with them unlike anyone else. It was just the way the stars wrote their story and it showed outside of the villa too. they often crash at her place all the time when they’re in town & vacation all the time together when their schedules line up + it never feels like she’s third wheeling

“TaiTower” & “BB-Ci” are their names in her phone, Tai picked his own name while the “bb” stands for “best buds” for ciaran —which is a joke since he drunkly called himself so + he loves everyone when he’s drunk

You can always count on her to belt the lyrics to a Chaka Khan, TLC, or paula abdul joint when she’s drunk lol

As for the girls? She’s close with miki 😒 they just seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to the pressure of the media since they have some sort of fame which increased with them being on the Telly. They bond over that & from there they’ve built a solid friendship

She could also be friends with AJ too (if you didn’t get swiped from her that is lmao!) they’re sorta opposites with aj being high energy/active while Yasmin is more mellow & “mysterious” but seem to connect in different ways: their sexual indentities, insecurities/anxieties, having something to be passionate about but at the same time maybe not? She might lean towards elladine or Genevieve if she had to make a choice?

Aquarius sun + cancer moon

so she’s still 23 y’all, I got it! I can’t do math sorry

“Freddie Mercury was probably my dad in my past life.”

Can play the banjo, guitar, & oud

Participates in hot yoga weekly

If she’s not with mc in the end and continues dating around if anyone from season two: LUCAS, Kassam, Gary, Rocco, maybe Blake? I originally thought Elisa but she’s probably too much for yas let’s be honest here lol they’d be better off as friends

Omg I forgot marisol! Imagine that?! Whew!!!

Season three: maybe Lily? But what if? Me being the slightly messy bitch that I am? Something happening with her & AJ. Now that?! Would be some chaotic shit “from the outside looks of it” name the irrelevant person behind the quote...now!

I’d like to see her interact with allerga but there could be something with her & cherry. I’m thinking cherry, Yasmin, & priya would bond well but we’re not here to talk about that

Getting rid of the physical aspect I genuinely think she’d do well with marisol, Lucas, or kassam. They’d mesh well I think in a relationship

She’s a body shimmer girl for sure!

Loves silk or satin robes

she’s a shortie, 5’2 to 5’5

Is learning Spanish

Loves arcade games, come see her in pinball & Pac-Man!

Quarantine life did not change her lifestyle much, but it did slightly mess with her mental health :/

loves the fall time, feels like she can slow down some and really spend time with family and friends

I feel like she has one best friend outside of the villa & that’s good enough for her!

They met their first year in uni & been close ever since

She doesn’t speak to the temporary friends she grew up with anymore & is often confused why they feel the need to keep up with her in the media which added more annoying worries to her heart but whatever right? Keep your eyes on the horizon

celebs she finds/found attractive: Aaliyah—especially when she played in queen of the damned, Kehlani, Zazie Beetz, Fivel & Booboo Stewart, Lakeith stanfield, Leah Lewis, Sofia Carson, Ryan gosling, & Nick Jonas

She listens to: jade bird, Yebba, Elli Ingram, Wafia, Zeina, Summer walker, Tanerèlle, Mariah the scientist, Teyana Taylor, Tove Lo, lady Gaga, Ra Ra Riot, Empire of the sun, & smallpools

Anthem? Diana Gordon — Rollin’

[randomidiocyncrazies]

2.43 anime

watched the 1st ep and i am HYPED for the anime! that said...

i’m a little worried that it’s gonna focus too much on the matches and neglect the character dynamics, especially between the support characters? we don’t know how many eps 2.43 is scheduled to have, but from the trailer we know the rival team in the Spring Tournament arc (”season 2″ of the books) will make an appearance... i’m just worried the anime is gonna axe a lot the interior character development in favor of action/matches

2.43 Seiin High School Boys Volleyball Club book spoilers ahead

the books’ greatest strength imo is the depth to each character; author Kabei Yukako really spends the time to get inside every character’s head, and we have a pretty comprehensive understanding of their insecurities and strengths. 

i understand that anime is a tricky medium to go all in with the interior character drama, but i’m a bit anxious because one of the PoV characters in the first book doesn’t exist in ANY of the promotional materials. I mean, it get it -- Ibara isn’t a member of the titular boys volleyball club on account of being a gal, and her involvement is mainly through her background assistance with the boys’ team and relationship with one of the members. rn we have NO idea if she even exists in the anime, and it’d be a shame if she’s cut from the show... she’s a nuanced female character, and her character arc in the books isn’t just limited to her romance with Kanno.

i’m also a bit nervous about how they’re gonna portray the secondary characters on the team. like, Yuni and Chika are absolutely the main characters and the spotlight should be on them, but the supporting characters are developed really well and they’re all special in their own right. my ABSOLUTE FAVE is capt Oda, and he’s a complex character with a compelling drive. i’d hate to see him get watered down to just “the hotblooded captain” without spending time on his whole deal. 

(honestly, Oda is p much everything i love in a character. Earnest and passionate? Check. Knowing he’ll never be the best at the thing he loves because of something out of his control, but sticking it with anyway? That’s Oda right there. A leader who cares about his teammates, even when he has mixed feelings and insecurities in regards to their raw talent? Hell yea. Has a strong rapport with his bf (best friend or boyfriend? you decide) the vice captain, and generally tries to be supportive to every member of his team even when he’s Frustrated? I stan. (p sure he only lost it once, which is... pretty impressive given the people he's dealing with.)

ALSO. if you think Yuni and Chika have massive gay vibes, wait until you see Oda and Aoki lol. their whole dynamic is basically (Oda) The Straightforward Earnest Guy + (Aoki) The Cool Smart One who does whatever he can to help his partner achieve his goals and loses his cool when people are being rude to his partner. 

the first time they appear in the book, they just. deadass bicker like a married couple in front of an underclassman from the Girl’s V-ball Team. “ugh it’s wrong to abuse your position as student council VP to get us assigned to the indoor courts” “c’mon Shin, weren’t you praying that our team will get assigned indoors this year?” “well yeah, but not by cheating! if the girls’ team isn’t cool with this we should redo the assignment lottery WITHOUT your meddling this time” “geez, i spent a lot of effort to make this happen, don’t be so stubborn...”

also that whole reconciliation at the end of the first book is just. A Lot.

Oda: yo when i heard you got a gf, i thought: ‘we’re in a pinch and he’s got time to play around with girls?!’ i was pissed.

Aoki: hah well as you can see, there’s nothing going on

Oda: you only contacted the girls from the other schools because of kuroba, yeah? but even if it wasn’t for a date, it’s only natural you’d be popular, with you being so tall and smart

Aoki, annoyed: Shin... can we drop this? (then again... it’s fine if he doesn’t get it.)

[...] If Oda hadn’t called out to him from his seat behind Aoki two and a half years ago -- if their names weren’t “Aoki” and “Oda” -- Aoki would have had a completely different high school life... but now he can’t imagine being anything other than the Vice Captain of Seiin High’s Boys Volleyball Club.

me: sir you are head over heels for oda)

[feelingbluepolitics]

Highest recommendation.

"It helps to think of it like this: Everyone knows they have natural physical needs — obviously you need food, water, shelter. If I took those things away from you, you’d be in real trouble real fast. But there’s equally strong evidence that all human beings have natural psychological needs. You need to feel you belong. You need to feel your life has meaning and purpose. You need to interact with the natural world. You need to feel that people see you and value you. You need to feel you’ve got a future that makes sense.

"I think in a twisted way that insight is easier to see today than it was two weeks ago. It would be odd for someone who was anxious or depressed today in response to what’s just happened to all of us to think they are suffering from a purely biological problem. Today, it’s far easier to see that these issues are a reaction to the environment. For instance, we’ve had a big increase in financial insecurity in the United States and there’s been a huge increase in anxiety and depression in response.

"I think it’s really problematic to say that those people are experiencing a disorder. If you are really financially insecure, it’s not a disorder for you to be anxious. In fact, it would be a disorder if you weren’t anxious. The solution isn’t to tell everyone they’ve got an individual pathology in their brain — although some of them will have some biological components that make them more vulnerable to it. The solution is for us to deal with that financial insecurity."

..."Almost overnight, huge swaths of the American workforce have been thrown into a precarious financial situation. Unemployment has risen to unprecedented levels. Local businesses are in dire straits. How should we be thinking about these changes from a mental health perspective?"

Johann Hari:

"It massively depends on what political action happens. I’m very frustrated that whenever I turn on the news and they’re talking about what people should do about anxiety and depression, you have these mental health professionals who exclusively say things like 'meditate' and 'turn off the news.'

"Now, that’s all fine — I’m doing that stuff. But the single biggest thing that will affect people’s anxiety is not knowing if you’re going to be thrown out of your home next month or how you’re going to feed your children. And I think there’s an element of cruel optimism in telling a country of people living paycheck to paycheck that they should be responding to the anxiety they’re experiencing this moment primarily by meditating and switching off the news. That’s not going to solve the problem. The single most important thing that has to be done to deal with people’s depression and anxiety is to deal with the financial insecurity they’re facing.

"And this isn’t some pie in the sky thing. El Salvador, one of the poorest countries in the world, has canceled everyone’s utility bills and canceled their rent for the next three months. If El Salvador can do it, America can do it."

Roge Karma:

"What you’re saying is that these shouldn’t just be thought of as economic policies, but mental health policies as well?"

Johann Hari:

"Yes. We need to radically expand our idea of what an antidepressant is. Anything that reduces depression and anxiety should be regarded as an antidepressant. For some people, that includes chemical antidepressants, but we need to radically expand that menu. I would argue that a high minimum wage is an antidepressant. A universal basic income (UBI) is an antidepressant. In one of the first UBI experiments ever in Dauphin, Canada, you saw an 8.5 percent decrease in hospitalizations due to mental health issues over three years — you won’t find any drug with that kind of effect."

...Johann Hari

"Depression and anxiety are signals telling us that our needs are not being met, and I would say the single most helpful thing we can do going forward is to allow ourselves to hear the signal. What we’ve done for a really long time in our culture is either insult those signals by saying depressed and anxious people are just weak or feeble. Or we’ve pathologized the signals by saying they’re purely biological malfunctions. What we need to do is hear and respect the signal.

"Once you hear the signal and you respect it, you’ll start to think differently. First, it means that your pain makes sense. So don’t judge yourself. Don’t shame yourself. There is nothing 'wrong' with you.

"And secondly, it means that when we begin to rebuild after coronavirus, we’ll have learned something really valuable about the kind of society we want. How could we redesign our education system with the understanding that nature is of the utmost importance to mental health? How could we redesign the health care system with the understanding that loneliness poses huge health risks? We can learn positive lessons about how to redesign our society to reduce depression and anxiety going forward if we allow ourselves to hear this signal.

..."If we are individually responsible for everything that happens to us, then there’s no reason to change the social conditions around us. This myth of the solitary individual seems central to why we feel so depressed and helpless to do anything about it.

..."One of the things that correlates very tightly with depression is a lack of a sense of agency. If you feel there’s nothing you can do, you’re much more likely to become depressed. People need to know there’s a lot we can do to support each other in these circumstances. There’s a lot we can do at the political level as citizens and there’s a lot we can do at the personal level to support each other and love each other. It’s going to be hard but we absolutely have agency and power."

[i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind]

To Forgive and Forget - Chapter 10

😱😱 Well here it is!

I’ve finally finished! It’s only taken me nearly a year. Thank you to everyone who has been patient and stuck with me for the duration of this fic. I’m sorry for any pain I may have caused 😂

Big massive thanks to @lurkingwhump. Without you I never would have managed to complete a fic like this. Thank you for the hours of research and plotting. I glove you. 

Please let me know what you think ❤️

It had been a week since Jane had woken up in the ICU, a fortnight since she had been shot. Her levels had remained steady, the doctors happy with her progress. She had slept most of the time, trying to rest as much as possible to regain her strength. She and Kurt had spoken a little more about their argument, trying to clear the air as best as possible. 

Kurt had said “clean slate” but Jane still worried that their insecurities would lead them to destruction. 

She apologized again for sleeping with Clem while she had been on the run. Knowing how badly she had hurt Kurt by cheating on him, she wanted nothing more than to heal his pain, especially when it had taken her a couple of years to actually say how sorry she was. 

It was morning, Jane sat up in bed, a pillow between her ribcage and elbow for support. She was picking at her breakfast, waiting for Doctor Thompson to come in on his morning rounds. 

Kurt sat next to her side, frowning at her lack of effort on the food in front of her. She was yet to regain her appetite, still complaining of nausea and stomach upset. She was on antiemetics four times a day, but they barely seemed to scrape the surface. 

The first time she had tried to eat anything, she had ended up in a vortex of pain and sickness, as her stomach rejected the food. She had never felt agony like that before, and she was too anxious to try again. 

Doctor Thompson entered the room at that point, his own face mirroring Kurt’s concerned expression. 

“How’s my favourite patient this morning?” he asked, sitting on the end of the bed. 

Jane shrugged, wincing slightly at the gesture. She was still in a lot of discomfort, especially when she made any sudden movements. 

“Still not eating?” the doctor asked kindly, yet rhetorically. 

Jane chewed on her bottom lip, before shaking her head softly. 

“Jane, you really need to eat to regain your strength. You’re not going to heal if your body doesn’t have the fuel it needs.”

Jane sighed, feeling defeated. She wanted to get better, truly, but she was so worried that her body would reject the food again. The severe onslaught of pain that had come with the vomiting, had lasted a couple of hours. She just wasn’t sure she could handle that again.  

“I’m still just feeling sick.” she said in a small voice. 

The doctor reached out and placed his hand on her shin. The three of them had grown quite friendly over the last week, so the gesture was acceptable.  

“Jane if you don’t start eating, I’m afraid I’m going to have to put you on a feeding tube.”

Jane grimaced at that. The thought of how intrusive that would be had her shuddering internally. 

“I had come here in the hopes you had gotten your appetite back… your levels are remaining strong… you are showing a remarkable recovery rate. I was hoping to kick you out to gen pop today.” the doctor joked. 

Jane’s eyes widened at that. She knew that she would be in hospital for a while yet, but she desperately wanted to get out of the ICU. She wanted to be able to go outside, maybe go for a short walk - have a fricken shower. 

The doctor looked at her plate expectantly. 

Jane sighed, before picking up a piece of dry toast, and bringing it tentatively to her mouth. 

“Your stomach is going to be irritated for a start.” Doctor Thompson warned. “The more you eat, the less unwell you will feel.”

Jane took a small bite, chewing slowly. The toast tasted like saw dust in her mouth. She swallowed thickly, allowing the food to hit her stomach before taking another small bite. She did this until she had finished a whole piece of toast. 

Her stomach grumbled unhappily at the sudden intrusion of substance. 

She let out a long breath of air, trying to control her sudden queasiness. 

“Have some water.” the doctor said, handing her the cup. “It will help.”

She took a couple of mouthfuls, before laying back against the pillows, one hand resting on her upset belly. 

“You ok baby?” Kurt murmured, holding her other hand. 

Jane didn’t answer for a moment, before nodding. 

“I don’t think it’s going to make a reappearance.” she said, her voice relieved. 

The doctor nodded and then smiled. 

“Good. If you manage to eat your lunch without any mishaps, then I’ll look at moving you into the Progressive Care Unit.”

Jane reached out and took another drink of water. 

“Thank you.” she whispered, her exhaustion taking over. 

“Get some rest.” Doctor Thompson instructed, patting her on the leg again. “I’ll be back to see you this afternoon.”

Kurt stood and shook the Doctor’s hand. 

“Thanks doc.” he said, relieved. No amount of coaxing had encouraged Jane to eat, so he was thankful the doctor had found a way. 

He sat back beside his wife, taking her hand.

“Do you feel a bit better now you’ve eaten?” he asked softly. 

Jane nodded. The initial queasiness of ingesting her first solid food in days, seemed to be passing. 

He smiled warmly at her, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. 

The nurse came by at that point to administer her pain relief, antibiotics and antiemetics. 

He watched her eyes grow heavy - as they always did after her medication. 

“Rest, Jane.” he said softly. “Hopefully when you wake you’ll be able to move out of here.”

Jane smiled at that, before allowing herself to fall into a healing sleep, feeling better than she had in days. 

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Kurt watched his wife sleeping, feeling proud as punch. She had managed to eat a light lunch and Doctor Thompson had happily transferred her to the Progressive Care Unit. She no longer needed to be in the ICU, but she still wasn’t quite ready to be moved to a standard surgical ward. She still needed to be monitored closely, and any sudden change would land her straight back in the ICU. 

He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. They had removed the humidified oxygen, switching it for a standard nasal cannula. She looked peaceful in her sleep, her expression one of relief. 

Kurt knew that being transferred from the ICU had lifted the weight off of her chest. She liked to be able to see progress and this was a positive step forward. 

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out he looked at the caller ID, before quickly leaving the room to allow his wife to sleep. 

“Patterson.” he answered the phone. “What have you got for me.”

“Hey Kurt.” she replied. “First off, how's Jane doing?”

“Better.” Kurt said, and couldn’t help it when the corners of his mouth started lifting again. “They’ve transferred her out of the ICU, and she managed to eat something.”

He heard Patterson’s sigh of relief. 

“That’s great news.” she said softly. 

Kurt heard her hesitate on the end of the line. 

“What is it?” he asked, going into agent mode.

“I know who did the cover up on Anna Lee.”

“Ok?” he asked. He didn’t like the nervousness in her voice. 

“It was Mayfair.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. 

“Mayfair?” he asked incredulously. 

“It was because of Daylight. I speculated at the start and from the intel I’ve gathered, Mayfair was using Daylight to gather information on the Mob. She was trying to get one up on them.”

“So what happened?” Kurt asked, pacing up the hallway. 

“Well when Daylight went bust, all the information she had gathered on Anna Lee could no longer be used… she had to clean everything up, fast. The files got redacted and Anna Lee was set free.”

Kurt exhaled slowly, sitting on a chair in the hallway and hung his head sadly. 

“I honestly think it was just bad timing.” Patterson replied quietly, hearing his sigh. “The system went down before she had gained enough legitimate intel to pin anything on her.”

Kurt sighed. 

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“I thought you deserved the truth.” Patterson said softly. “Give my best to Jane.” she said, before hanging up. 

Kurt pocketed his phone, running his hand over the scruff of his face. He needed a shave. The toll of the last few weeks was beginning to show. He could feel the fatigue settling like lead in his muscles. 

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. So it had been Mayfair all along. He knew when he had seen Patterson’s face that morning that something had been up. 

Shaking his head, he decided he would deal with those feelings later. Right now he needed to get back to Jane. 

He walked back up the corridor, his blood running cold as he entered her room. The bed was empty, the blood pressure cuff, nasal cannula and monitors strewn across the bed. 

“Jane?” he called, moving further into the room. When he received no answer he felt his heart rate start to pick up. “Jane?” he said again. He walked across to the adjoining bathroom, opening the door quickly. 

Jane was lying unconscious and unmoving on the cold tile floor. 

“Jane!” he yelled, rushing to her side. He hit the emergency button on the bathroom wall before collapsing to his knees beside her. 

He reached out and cupped her cheek, trying to elicit a response from her. 

“Jane.” he murmured, stroking her eyebrow. 

A team of medical staff came pouring into the room, Kurt moving out of the way to let them work. 

“I don’t know what happened. I left the room to make a call and when I came back she was like this.” he relayed. What the hell had she been thinking, getting out of bed for the first time without assistance?

The doctor leading the team shone his penlight in her eyes. 

“Pupils are even and reactive, let's turn her on her side and raise her legs.  I think she’s just fainted and is having a bit of trouble coming back to us.”

They turned her gently into the recovery position, being careful not to pull at the suture sights. A nurse crouched on the ground, elevating Jane’s legs. 

A couple of painstaking moments later, Jane’s face contorted in pain. She groaned, before her breathing accelerated and she let out a wail of anguish. 

“Push 10mg of morphine.” the doctor instructed. “Jane? Can you hear me?” the doctor asked, leaning over her. 

Jane squeezed her eyes shut, trying to curl in on herself as her abdomen pulsed with pain. She had fallen onto her suture sites, the impact sending tendrils of white hot agony up her side. 

The nurse injected the morphine into Jane’s upper arm.  Kurt watched in horror as she writhed on the floor, screams of anguish escaping through her clenched teeth. 

He ached to go to her, but didn’t want to get in the way of the medical staff. He saw the doctor leaning over her, urging her to slow her breathing down and try to relax. 

It was a few painstaking minutes later, that the morphine finally seemed to start taking effect. Her wails died down to whimpers, and her body seemed to calm down a little, her muscles not so rigid. 

“Ok let’s get a transfer sheet under her. I’m not comfortable with her standing again so soon.” the doctor instructed his team. 

Kurt stood back in the room, watching the staff roll Jane onto the sheet. 

“On my count.” the doctor said, coming to a standing position. “Three, two, one.”  

In unison they lifted Jane from the bathroom floor, before manoeuvring her back into her room. 

She cried out in pain at the movement, before her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. 

They lay her on the bed gently, shuffling the sheet out from under her. The nurse helped prop her up on the pillow, before tucking the blankets back over her. 

“Alright Jane, we’re gonna take some obs, ok? After that if your pain hasn’t calmed down, we can give you a little bit more morphine.”

Jane nodded, before finally opening her eyes. “Kurt!” she whimpered, her eyes begging him to come closer. 

Kurt took that as the opening he had been waiting for, rushing to her side. He stepped up to her face, smoothing her hair back gently. 

“I’m here… I’m here.” he soothed. 

One nurse got to work, taking her blood pressure and temperature, while the other hooked her back up to the monitors and inserted her nasal cannula back into her nose. 

“What were you thinking?” he asked softly. 

Jane’s chin wobbled slightly, her eyes wide and vulnerable. 

“I n-needed to use the bathroom.” she got out in a small voice. 

Kurt frowned at that. She had had her catheter removed before being transferred to the PCU, in the hopes her body would start performing normal functions again. 

“Why didn’t you call?” he asked tenderly, though he already knew the answer. 

“I didn’t want to call the nurse for something so trivial.”

Kurt shook his head. 

“Oh, Jane.” he whispered. “They’re there to help.”

One of the nurses nodded in agreement. “He’s right you know.” she said kindly. “Anything you need, you just need to ask.”

Jane sighed, before grimacing in pain again. A small sob escaped her throat, making Kurt’s heart constrict. 

“Your vitals are a little high.” the doctor told them. “No more unassisted trips Ms Doe, or you will end up back in the ICU.”

Jane agreed by silent communication, trying to breathe through the pain. She couldn’t speak, the agony in her side throbbing with every beat of her accelerated heart. 

“Do you feel you need the second dose?” the doctor asked. 

Jane nodded, making eye contact with Kurt. The expression on his face broke her heart. She had yet again caused him pain by her own stupid actions. 

The nurse injected another, smaller dose of morphine into her IV. 

“You’ll hopefully be able to sleep the brunt of the pain off with that many painkillers on board.” the nurse said kindly, before capping the needle and moving off. 

Once Jane seemed to have settled down, the doctor checked her heart rate again. 

“Good. It’s a little lower. You just rest. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while.” he said, before making eye contact with Kurt. “Call if you need anything.” he said, giving Jane a pointed look. 

Kurt nodded his thanks, before returning his attention to his wife.

Already, the second dose of painkillers seemed to be taking effect, her face still contorted in pain, but her eyelids heavy. 

Kurt sat gently on the bed, the adrenaline seeping from his body, leaving him feeling a bit shaky himself. He continued to stroke her hair off her forehead, hoping his ministrations were helping to relax her. 

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, before she let out a long breath of air and drifted off to sleep. 

Kurt closed his eyes in exhaustion and concern. 

What the hell was he going to do with her? 

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Jane slept through the rest of the afternoon and through the next night, her body completely exhausted from the faint. 

Kurt stayed by her side all night, managing to get a couple of hours sleep in the armchair next to her bed. After her ordeal with the bathroom floor, there was no way he was going to let her out of his sight, until he was confident she was actually going to ask for help. 

She woke up the next morning, blinking against the morning light. 

“Hey.” Kurt murmured, leaning forward to kiss her good morning. 

Jane grimaced, her body still tender from falling the day before, but she managed a smile for her husband’s benefit. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, though he could already guess by her pale complexion and the drawn features to her face. 

“Sore.” she admitted, shuffling on the bed to try and get more comfortable. 

“You’ll be due your meds shortly.” Kurt informed her, looking at his wrist watch. “And then you really need to try and eat breakfast. You missed dinner last night.”

Jane groaned at the mere thought of food. Her insides had started churning again after the onset of pain, reminding her of the agony she had felt the first time she had eaten and vomited. 

“Jane… you need to try.” Kurt encouraged. “I know how badly you don’t want to end up back in the ICU.”

Jane sighed, before meeting his eye. 

“I’ll try.” she rasped quietly. Her throat was raw, her voice husky from screaming the day before. 

A nurse came round, administering her medication into her IV line. Jane exhaled in relief when the pain meds and antiemetics started working. 

Her breakfast came shortly after and Jane couldn’t help but pull a face at the food in front of her. Her belly lurched, sending her into a fit of panic. 

“I don’t think I can.” she admonished. She looked up at Kurt with big sorrowful eyes. 

Kurt sighed, before standing. 

“That’s it.” he murmured, before walking to the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jane sat in her bed feeling dumbfounded. Had he really just walked out on her? She knew that his patience was starting to wear thin, but she never thought he would actually leave because she felt too unwell to eat. She knew he wanted her to get better with all his soul, and she did too, but the thought of eating with her already unsettled stomach, and then possibly being sick… she shuddered. 

Jane sat staring at the TV, flipping through the channels for what felt like hours. She had kept her promise and notified the nurse when she needed to use the bathroom. To her horror, because her blood pressure was still low, the nurse had brought her in a bed pan. They didn’t want her walking with her vitals the way they were and potentially passing out again. 

But she breathed through the embarrassment, knowing that if she didn’t, Kurt would probably kill her himself. 

It was almost midday when he arrived back in her room. 

“Kurt… I…” she cut herself off when she saw the two little visitors traipsing in behind her husband. “Fletcher!” she beamed, grinning from ear to ear. His little face made her heart swell. Peeking out from behind Fletcher, was a little girl, one who she had only seen in photographs. “You must be Tyler.” she said gently. 

The little girl nodded, before smiling back at Jane. 

“I thought you could use a little cheering up.” Kurt admitted. 

Jane looked up at her husband, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. “Thank you.” she mouthed, before turning back to her small visitors. 

“I gots you something.” Fletcher said proudly, before placing a takeaway mug on Jane’s bedside table. “Broth.” he said proudly. 

“Oh… Fletcher… thank you. Maybe I’ll have it in a little while.” she said before looking up at Kurt. “Low blow.” she muttered at her husband. The fact that he had used a six year old to get her to eat, had her both wanting to laugh and cringe at the same time. 

Fletcher shook his head. 

“No… Mr Kurt said you have to eat it all up while we are here. He said you’re sick…”

Jane sighed. Of course Kurt would have told him that. He was using all the ammunition at his disposal. 

“Yes… my tummy’s just feeling a bit yucky.” she said softly, directing her attention back to the little boy. 

Fletcher looked up at her thoughtfully. 

“My mommy always used to make me broth when I was sick too… she said that even if I didn’t feel like it, I needed to eat it… so I could get better.” He scratched his head. “You need to get better… so you need to eat the broth.”

Jane eyed her husband wearily, before picking up the takeaway mug. “Alright then…” How could she say no to that face? Though she was incredibly concerned that things may go pear shaped. She didn’t want to scare the children if her body was to reject the food and send her into a screaming fit of torment. 

She opened the lid with shaky hands, before bringing the mug to her mouth. She took a sip, before swallowing thickly, stifling a groan as the broth hit her stomach and started bubbling. 

“You have to drink more.” Tyler piped up for the first time. 

Jane sighed, bringing the mug back to her lips. “If this goes wrong, you need to get them out of here quickly.” she muttered to Kurt, before taking another sip.

“You’ll be fine, Jane.” Kurt murmured, raising his eyebrows at his wife. He felt guilty that he had used the kids as a form of blackmail, he knew Jane wouldn’t be able to deny them, but he couldn’t see her going backwards, not this far into her recovery. 

Jane managed to drain, half of the mug, before Kurt saw her face turn three shade paler, a green hue tingeing her cheeks. “Drink some water.” he told her gently, handing her the cup. 

She looked incredibly uncomfortable, breathing shallowly as she tried to keep the broth inside of her. 

She took a couple of sips of water, before laying back onto the pillows, her eyes closed. “I’m done for now.” she said gently, not wanting to scare the kids, but also letting Kurt know that in no way was she going to try and consume more of the broth with her belly roiling the way that it was. 

“Was it nice?” Fletcher asked, reaching out to touch Jane’s arm. He started tracing the tattoos on her skin, making her smile. She opened her eyes to look at him, her nausea momentarily forgotten. 

“The best I’ve had.” 

Both Fletcher and Tyler broke out into massive grins. 

“We helped make it!” Tyler beamed, jumping up and down excitedly. 

“You did?” Jane asked, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She was growing tired, but seeing these two, made her feel happier than she had in days. 

A nurse entered the room at that point, holding a kidney fish full of vials. 

“Just here for a bit of blood.” she told them. 

Fletcher looked worriedly up at Jane. 

“Do… do you want me to go first?” he asked hesitantly, remembering how Jane had gone first when he had to have a test. 

The corners of Jane’s mouth lifted, before she shook her head gently. 

“No it’s ok. Thank you though! You’re very sweet.”

Fletcher beamed, turning to Tyler and whispering something in her ear. 

She looked up at Jane with wide eyes. 

“The lady that looks after us, told me I have to say thank you.” she said gently. “But I can’t remember what for.”  

Jane felt a mound of tension, that she didn’t even know she was holding, release from her shoulders. So Tyler really was none the wiser. She had been treated well enough while she had been kidnapped, that she had just thought she was just in another foster home. She sighed softly, smiling gently at the little girl. 

“You are most welcome.” 

She eyed her husband wearily, indicating that she wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. 

“I like Miss Rebecca.” Fletcher piped up. “I hope we get to stay with her forever!” he said, jumping excitedly. 

“Me too!” Tyler giggled. 

Fletcher returned to tracing the lines on Jane’s arms, still just intrigued by the “drawings” as he had been the first time. 

“How about we say goodbye now, hmm?” Kurt suggested, seeing his wife’s eyes starting to droop. 

“Aww.” They both whined. Jane smiled in amusement. The innocence on their faces was so refreshing. 

“How about you come and see me again in a few days?” she suggested, knowing that it was going to be their little faces that helped her get through her recovery. 

“Ok!” They both said eagerly. 

“Goodbye Miss Jane!” Fletcher said loudly, before Tyler followed suit. 

“Goodbye.” Jane replied softly, waving at them. “Thank you for the broth.”

Both children grinned back at her, before waiting by the door for Kurt. Kurt leant forward, giving his wife a quick kiss on the forehead. 

“Thank you.” Jane said sincerely. Their visit had truly managed to cheer her up. She watched them leave, laying back into the pillows with a contented sigh. 

She drifted off quickly, the anxiety in her belly finally calm. 

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One week later. 

Jane and Kurt sat outside in the hospital gardens. She had slowly built up the strength to be able to walk around the hospital corridors, and today Kurt had surprised her by taking her outside for the first time in three weeks. 

They had walked out of the hospital slowly, Kurt pushing a wheelchair in case she got too tired. She had made it out to the garden without a hitch and was now sitting in complete content, with the sun on her face, the breeze running through her hair. 

She let out a peaceful sigh, before opening her eyes, to see her husband looking at her. 

“What?” she asked self consciously. 

“Nothing… you’re just really beautiful.”

Jane felt herself blush. Even after all these years, he could still get a rise out of her, just by paying her a simple compliment. 

“I’m so thankful that you are ok.” he added seriously. “I don’t… I don’t know what I would have done if…” he choked on the words, suddenly not able to speak. 

Jane reached out and took his hand. 

“But I didn’t.” she finished. “We are both ok… Fletcher and Tyler are ok… everything worked out.”

He took a shuddering breath in, before releasing it slowly. “I’ll never take anything for granted again.” he said gently. 

Jane hung her head. “I’ll never take you for granted again.”

Kurt cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. 

“Clean slate remember. Forgive and forget.”

Jane smiled softly, bringing her hand up to rest against his own. 

“Forgive and forget.” she repeated, moving their hands down so they were covering her heart. “Now… when do I get to go home?”

Kurt chuckled at that. “Soon, my love. Soon.”

He pulled her against him, holding her close. He was so thankful he would get to take her home at all, that he wasn’t in a great rush to get her there. He needed her to rest and to heal, so they could continue their lives together. 

They needed to continue saving the world, by solving as many cases as possible and taking down one bad guy at a time. 

This was their second chance… and neither of them would forget it. 

fin

[dixbolik-lovers]

I’M ENJOYING THESE TOO!!!!! I would never ask you to stop ;3c

Hysteria

-She’s extremely active and athletic. She can’t stand sitting still for any reason, and actively struggles to do so for very long. She loves being moving and active, doing things and running around, and in all honesty, it’s impossible to keep her down for very long. She gets stir-crazy easily too, and absolutely despises being forced to stay in closed-in spaces. 

-None of the other girls like her very well, if at all. Most of them actively dislike her for being loud and irritating. However, Hysteria has absolutely no problems with this. She likes being around everyone else because they pay attention to her. With no concept of the differences between positive and negative attention, she’s as content as can be with everyone despising her. She’s well-aware that everyone hates her, and she’s very okay with this. 

-She’s almost always covered in open wounds and other injuries. This is partially because she doesn’t care if she falls or runs into things, partially because she keeps hurting herself on purpose, and partially because her body kind of just Does That. She doesn’t really seem to care. 

-As mentioned earlier, she has absolutely no concept of the difference between positive and negative attention. Any attention is good attention in Hysteria’s mind, and she legitimately doesn’t care if she’s hated and hurt or loved and treasured. So long as people are looking at her, so long as everyone’s attention is right on her where it belongs, she’s happy. Being hurt doesn’t bother her a bit, so she’ll take all kinds of punishment if it means being paid attention to. Even hitting her would make her happy. 

-Her durability and regeneration are insane, even by the standards of subconscious beings. Hysteria can heal from almost anything, and at speeds that make everyone else a little bit uncomfortable. Her healing is on par with Judgement’s, even, and there are some rumors that she might even be sort of immortal. She doesn’t seem to feel pain properly either. 

-She’s very excitable and intense, and both her personality and body language show it. When talking, she frequently yells and waves her hands around, seemingly has no concept of controlling the volume of her voice, and will even get physical with people if they don’t pay the proper level of attention. She frequently uses all three of her mouths to amplify her volume to downright ear-splitting degrees just to try to get people to look at her. 

-She’s not very smart, but her thoughts move quickly... usually in convoluted circles. She comes to a lot of weird conclusions and has a lot of strange ideas, most of which are downright incomprehensible to others. 

-She’s very, very willing to make a fool of herself in order to get attention. The concept of shame is missing from Hysteria’s vocabulary, and it shows. If she’s convinced that it’ll get people to look at her, Hysteria will do virtually anything. As such, she’s very gullible, and it’s easy to talk her into things. 

-Everything always has to be about her. Even simple conversations that aren’t about her get on Hysteria’s nerves, and she’s not above throwing fits when she gets annoyed by that. She has a rather bad temper on her, especially when she feels ignored... which is any time everyone in the near vicinity isn’t one hundred percent focused on her and her alone. 

-Deep down, she’s ridiculously insecure. Attention is all she has to live for, and she feels empty and alone when people aren’t looking right at her. The only time she feels like a person is when other people are feeding into her, and she gets panicky when she’s ignored for very long. She tends to feel close to disappearing, something which only gets worse when she’s alone. Being by herself is the worst thing that can happen to her. 

-On that subject, she has some pretty major dissociation issues. She frequently feels like she’s not real, or that she’s somehow imagining the world around her. Only interacting with other people makes her feel alive. 

Avoidance

-She likes to mess with her hair, and finds herself fiddling with it when she’s bored or anxious. It’s more an idle habit than anything, but it does turn into a bit of a nervous tic when she’s particularly upset. She’d like to mess with other people’s hair too, and that could possibly be one of her few kind moments, but she knows that no one would ever allow her to.

-She doesn’t have eyes. As in, the place where her eyes should be is just smooth, white skin, as if eyes were never there in the first place. She’s entirely blind because of this, but somehow gets around without any form of sight. She’s surprisingly good at navigating the world too. 

-She likes wearing high heels and other tall shoes, primarily because they make her feel important. She enjoys being taller and bigger than the others... even if her body is too skinny for her to have much real strength. 

-She has a childish personality and is surprisingly easy to please. All it really takes to make her happy is listening to her and making her feel the slightest bit important. She’ll easily latch onto those that try to get close to her, making an utter nuisance out of herself in a poorly-guided attempt to impress them, but all the while, her foul personality does little to change. She likes attention, but she can be entirely self-sufficient as well, fueled by her own endless complaints. 

-Her voice is very high-pitched and shrill, and she tends to speak very loudly. This is mostly so people have no choice but to pay attention to her, something which she takes great pride in and uses to her advantage. 

-She’s by far the least intelligent of the girls. She’s ignorant, self-centered, and firmly believes that she can never be wrong about anything. She blocks out everything that she doesn’t want to think about-- something which she’s far too good at for her own safety. She ignores anything that she doesn’t like, denies that anything could possibly be her fault, and insists that she’s always right.

-Her entire personality is lazy, and she detests doing anything for herself. She’ll try to rope other people into doing things for her, and comes up with all kinds of creative excuses as to why she’s “incapable” of handling things on her own. This makes her extremely difficult to deal with, and means that others are far from fond of having to interact with her for long. 

-She’s an absolutely terrible influence on anyone who stays around her for long. Somehow, her poor behavior winds up rubbing off on those close to her, and anyone who sticks around for long will wind up acting a little bit too much like her. For all she’s a simple-minded loudmouth, she can be surprisingly compelling, and even though no one really knows why, she’s good at dragging people down with her. 

-Her favorite place in the World of Fog is an abandoned playground. Nothing there is in particularly good repair, but Avoidance enjoys it nonetheless. She spends her time sitting on the swings, talking to herself and dodging any responsibilities that could possibly be thrown upon her. 

-She’s tall and strong, but only uses her strength to bully others. She always wants people to listen to her and do what she says, but even then, she’ll quickly get bored of what she’s doing (or afraid of the consequences) and flee, dumping all of the responsibility and aftereffects onto the person she forced to work with her. She’s a very dangerous person to associate with. 

-In keeping with her childish, mean-spirited, and immature nature, she has a strong tendency towards throwing fits and temper tantrums. When she gets upset, it’s a screaming match, shouting at whoever’s offended her and trying to do them physical harm.

Secrecy

-Her skin is deathly pale, as well as extremely thin and soft. You can see the greyish-veins underneath her skin, and much to Secrecy’s annoyance, she bruises and cuts very easily. Her physical body is rather delicate. 

-She loves learning new things, no matter how useless or trivial. Because of her lack of sight, it’s impossible for her to read normally, though. If she could ever swallow her pride enough to let it happen, she’d greatly appreciate being read to. However, she’d consider that kind of thing to be showing far too much weakness, and would react disdainfully to anyone who offered. 

-She has three eyes-- two where they should be and one vertical one on her forehead-- but all of them are blind. All three have a thick, white film over them, leaving her about 80% blind. She can still make out vague shapes, shadows, and light to some degree, but there’s no color or detail to the world around her. She typically uses her magic to get around, feeling out her surroundings with tendrils of energy and seeing where resistance is met. 

-Her mouth is sewn shut with thick, black wire from end to end. The stitches are loose enough that she can still talk, but only barely. Moving her mouth isn’t particularly painful, but the stitches do provide a very convenient excuse when she decides that she doesn’t want to say anything. 

-She usually wears a massive, ground-length cape-- the darkest part of her otherwise-pale outfit. The cape is more than big enough for her to hide in, which is exactly what she does-- curling up inside the fabric when she’s alone in order to block out the world around her. The cape also serves to make her look bigger than she is, something with Secrecy enjoys. 

-Despite her own levels of immaturity, she’s generally rather sensible and practical. Secrecy doesn’t get carried away with fantasies or unreal ideas, and her introverted, level-headed, reclusive nature means that she clashes horribly with the rest of the girls. She’s very calm where most of them are constantly wound up, which doesn’t really end well for anyone. Secrecy is viewed as frigid and unapproachable... which just makes people want to get a rise out of her. 

-Even considering how sensible she can be, she’s also extremely lazy and standoffish. She hates helping people and being social, and really only interacts with others with the intention of making them feel bad. Being forced to do things she doesn’t want to irritates her like nothing else. 

-She lacks all forms of empathy. While she’s capable of some degree of sympathy, she purposefully chooses not to feel it, believing that such soft emotions are wasted on others. 

-She loses her temper easily, and tends towards the passive-aggressive when she’s angry with someone. She gets vengeful when she’s angry, holds long grudges, and will stay mad at someone until they all but beg for forgiveness. She’ll never forget someone who’s wronged her... which means a lot of issues when she’s surrounded by people who never do anything else. 

-She loves knowing things that other people don’t-- for no reason other than to feel superior. It makes her feel important to be in on something that the person she’s speaking to isn’t, and she thoroughly enjoys dangling such information over people’s heads. Even when she doesn’t actually know anything important, she’ll pretend like she does just so she can feel special. 

-Her magic is the second strongest in the group, falling only behind Judgement. Said magic is the main form of sensory input for Secrecy, and she relies on it heavily. She can both move massive objects and exercise the most fine control with it-- something which she’s very proud of. As weak and delicate as her physical body is, she far prefers to move things and get around with her magic, rather than relying on the much weaker body. 

[floof-reppu]

Suzume and Inasa "Fun Facts"

Well, over the course of the past few days I've been asked multiple questions about Suzume and Inasa, mostly about their relationship and other stuff. I've compiled it here so that others can read as well.

I put a “Read More” here because a section of it is... NSFW.

A bit of backstory before we start!

So Suzume is in short, quirkless. Her older brother Hayato is the only one out of her and her parents to have a quirk, so of course he was the favored child out of the two of them. He's around four years older than them, so around her second year of junior high, he was in his last year at U.A. Because of that, she resented him a lot and didn't like to listen to him or take his advice. 

Since she doesn't have a quirk, Suzume wanted to get into the industry of hero business. She wanted to help new and aspiring heroes around Japan establish their own agencies. She could have easily went to U.A. and followed in her brother's footsteps, but she didn't want to do that. Instead, she chose for applying to Shiketsu, which was closer to her anyways (since they're from the western side of Japan) and got accepted into their business course (because it would only make sense that Shiketsu would also have the same exact courses as U.A. if they're rivaling schools.)

How did the two of them first meet?

Suzume met Inasa in the hallways of Shiketsu. She was on her way to her class and Inasa just... wasn't paying attention. He bumped right into her and knocked her down, nearly causing her to have a concussion. He apologized profusely for it and helped her up, in turn he himself bent down so far that he started to bleed from the head (how ironic). Suzume, being the overly anxious girl that she is, dragged Inasa all the way to the nurses' office, Inasa talking her ear off the whole way there and the two of them immediately becoming acquainted with each other. 

Clearly almost killing a small girl that's the same age as you is a great way to become fast friends.

How is their relationship as a whole?

Their relationship is actually weird in a sense. Given that Shiketsu students aren't allowed to "have relations" with other students, they never started to date until after they graduated from there (since I imagine both of them would be sticklers to the rules). They already do stuff like hand holding and cuddling (although it takes a bit for Suzume to get used to both), but it takes a while for either of them to get the courage to kiss one another. 

Seeing as they're together after graduation, it's hard for them to be together for the most part, Inasa being from the Yamanashi Prefecture and Suzume being from the Fukuoka Prefecture, but Suzume (after permission from Inasa's family) to stay with him until the two of them figured things out. Until they do, home life is... difficult? It's hard not having a lot of privacy when it comes to relationships, which means that there's not really anything they can do about intimate encounters either.

General Relationship Headcanons?

Definitely loads of cuddling, Inasa actually being the little spoon most of the time because Suzume wants to just wrap her arms around his large figure, but sometimes when Inasa comes back with an injury he ends up being the big spoon just to assure her that everything’s okay.

Inasa does a lot of gentlemanly things such as  pulling out chairs, opening the door, etc. His favorite thing to do is to carry her on his shoulders because of how strong he is (haha).

Inasa is definitely the rock in Suzume's life. She has a lot of insecurities because of where she's quirkless but Inasa knows that Suzume just wants Inasa to come back and be safe.

How does Inasa act when he’s jealous, if at all?

His expressions are similar to the ones he initially gave to Todoroki during the license exams and will constantly be looking at whoever might be talking to Suzume (if it's a physical person). If it's someone over a social media platform, he might act a bit childish and look over her shoulder to see who it is. If it's just one of her girlfriends (like Camie), he doesn't care too much. But if it's anyone that's NOT a girl, he's foaming at the mouth (figuratively) and might get a bit angry at himself for letting it happen. But he knows Suzume would never do anything like that to him, so it quickly dies down and everything... repeats like a cycle.

How are they together when they watch an action movie?

It depends on the type of action movie they're watching together. Inasa's pretty excitable and loud during them, and Suzume is pretty sensitive (she doesn't particularly like sitting RIGHT BESIDE HIM when he's being obnoxiously loud) to it. She likes watching the movie where she can hear it and not Inasa's constant "THAT WAS AWESOME!" every two minutes, so sometimes she'll just try to shove some sort of food item in his hands (or his mouth) so she can hear the movie.

What is Suzume’s favorite movie genre, and will Inasa watch with her?

Suzume's favorite movie genre is comedy. She loves getting a good laugh out of a movie, and doesn't even have to ask Inasa to join her in watching them (and even then he invites himself anyways because he loves comedies too!). But unfortunately, just like when he's watching an action movie... he won't be quiet and will laugh nearly the entire time, even if it's not funny. 

Again, choking him with popcorn or something similar is a viable option, Suzume.

How are they on PDA?

You're probably not going to see Suzume and Inasa doing anything except for holding hands and maybe an occasional kiss. Suzume isn't a huge fan of it, she doesn't really like the exposure it gives the two of them, plus neither one of them gets super jealous easy. Most people can tell just by looking at them that they're an item, and well... Inasa tends to intimidate others because of his stature, especially if they don't know him. They save all their affections for their home life.

First Kiss?

The first kiss Inasa and Suzume ever had was around a few months into their relationship. Neither of them had their first kiss yet, and Suzume being the anxiety baby she is, didn't want to have her first kiss until she was absolutely sure. Inasa knows that certain situations make Suzume uncomfortable so right after one of their dates he asks her for a kiss (which leads to her nearly pulling his head off because of how tall he is just to get him to lean down) and she basically smashes their lips together.

How are regular kisses between the two of them?

Suzume usually initiates a kiss or something whenever Inasa arrives back home, but whenever it's just around the house, Inasa is usually the one that initiates. Kisses are mostly tender, sometimes just a peck on the lips and other times can be more intimate, but are usually no more than just a few seconds. Depends on whether they are alone or they are together or something.

What was their best date? Worst date?

The most memorable date for the two of them was the first one they'd ever been on together as a couple. After confessing to each other the day after they graduated, the two of them went on a date to a local cafe just to officially catch up... even though it had only been one day. It was just a little one just a few minutes from where Inasa lived, and Suzume was staying in the area for a few months until she knew where she was going with her life. It was the first time the two of them were able to be free from Shiketsu's "no relations between students" policy, them holding hands nearly the whole way there and Inasa doing all of the things a gentleman would do, like opening the door and pulling out the chair. 

The worst date? Probably the one time they went out to eat at a nicer restaurant a few months after getting together. Suzume is extremely allergic to seafood, and after ordering something off the menu that she had NO idea was cooked with seafood products, she was rushed to the hospital. Inasa blamed himself for not thinking about asking the waiter if there was anything pertaining to seafood in the item, but Suzume blamed herself for not asking since Inasa wasn't the one who was allergic. She could have nearly died from the experience, but she didn't eat a whole lot. She just needed a bit of fluid after the incident.

What was Suzume’s first reaction to intimacy with Inasa?

The two of them never really thought about getting intimate with each other for the most part, especially because Suzume has somewhat of an aversion to the idea of sex before marriage (you go girl). It just kind of... happened? Inasa has a bathroom connected to his bedroom at home and, without thinking, came out completely naked after taking a shower. Suzume had been laying in the bed for a while waiting for him to get out so she could take a shower (because they weren't ready to take showers together yet) and looked up to see... a massive dick. Holy shit. Inasa didn't think it was a big deal, I mean, they were months into their relationship at this time and Suzume even sleeps in bed with him together, so what's so wrong with being naked in front of her? 

Well, when you have an erect penis and you're naked, what kind of impression is it going to give your significant other? 

Suzume was... kind of terrified of Inasa's dick. For one, it's fucking massive compared to her size, at least eight inches in length, the girth making it seem bigger than that. Second, how the fuck is that going to fit inside of her? That, and even if they wanted to get intimate, Inasa's family is literally in the house with them at the time, so that's a big no-no. When Inasa finally saw the fear in Suzume's eyes, though, he put on some underwear and laid beside her, feeling like he did something wrong (and having the saddest expression on his face, poor thing). When she finally told him what was really bothering her, he wasn't really mad or disappointed. Inasa would never want to hurt her or make her do something she didn't want, so he was totally fine with waiting however long that he needed to for Suzume to open up.

What was their actual first time like?

Their actual first time was in an apartment the two of them started to rent after being together for around a year. Inasa had finally established himself by now and Suzume had just started to get on her feet as well. Inasa had just come back from doing patrols as part of his duties, and Suzume didn't have to work that day. Suzume always greets Inasa when he comes back, even whenever they were living at Inasa's family's house, but the time that Suzume hugged Inasa this particular time was different.

Neither of them thought that what was going to happen would happen, but a few different things led to another. First, Inasa had to go to the bedroom and change out of his hero costume. Instead of doing what she usually does (which was sitting down on the sofa and waiting for him to get done changing), Suzume followed him into their shared bedroom. She watched him strip all the way down to his underwear, noticing the huge bulge in the fabric from yet another one of his erections. They had a conversation the other night about sex, about whether she was ready or not to start being more intimate with him. She never gave him an answer, but oh boy if her next action wasn't the most direct she could be. 

Suzume refused to let Inasa change into new clothes, instead letting her hands do the work, slipping his underwear off and grabbing his erection with both of her hands. God, he was so big. Not even the combination of both of her hands made it easy for her to hold him. The unsureness in Suzume's eyes alarmed Inasa as she was pumping his shaft slowly, definitely having no idea what she was doing. She was still uncomfortable for sure, but nonetheless she persisted for his pleasure, because she wanted to please  him. 

Soon after leading him back into the bed and beckoning him to lay down, she took him in her mouth, not much, but enough to be able to give him pleasure.She had no clue what she was doing, but as she found out from Camie sending her some... not so innocent videos, she followed what the girls in those videos did and started sucking on his dick, nearly choking on it multiple times and even gagging because of how big it was in her mouth. But soon after it was lubricated with her own saliva, Inasa helped Suzume take off her own clothing and gently pinned her on the bed, positioning himself over her small body (and putting a condom on because we don't want STDS or babies in this house), but making sure to reassure her that he would do everything that he could to make sure that it wouldn't hurt (Suzume was already wet enough, so she didn't need any further lubrication). 

After rubbing himself against her entrance and finding her hole, Inasa slowly started to push inside of Suzume as best as he could without hurting her too much. But fuck, did it hurt for Suzume. It was hard for her to not clench her walls from the pain of expanding that far for the first time in her life. She held onto the bedsheets for dear life as he was only able to fit around 3/4 of the way inside of her. Even though she was lubricated for the most part, it was still difficult for Inasa to find a slow, comfortable rhythm to start at. It took a few minutes, but after hearing a quiet moan from her, he finally started to pick up the pace and go faster. 

After around ten minutes of that (because I'm lazy), Inasa was easily able to make Suzume orgasm, even after her initial discomfort, and came in the process. After disposing of the condom, the attention he gave the small woman was amazing, hugging her gently, asking her if she was okay, asked if he did okay.

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And that’s all for this round of questions! I’m hoping to get a few more questions from people so I can answer them!

[calleo-bricriu]

Did you ever do one of those massively creepy, detailed astrology write ups from that book on the Minister?

I did, actually, back in October; but I was being all polite and professional and just sent it as a memo.

@ministerfudge is a Scorpio, if you were curious.

Still have a copy laying around somewhere, primarily because I absolutely expected him to fling it into that oversized and unnecessary fire place in his office.

It’s from this book, as an aside.

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November 11.

Sun: ScorpioDecanate: Pisces/NeptuneDegree: 18˚30’ - 19˚30’ ScorpioMode: FixedElement: Water

Fixed Star:

Star’s name: Al Schemali, also called North Scale or the  North Claw.Degree position: 18˚23 - 19˚19’ Scorpio between the years 1930 and 2000.Magnitude: 2.5Strength: *******Orb: 1˚30’Constellation: Beta LibraApplicable days: November 11, 12, 13Star qualities: Varied interpretations: Mercury/Jupiter and Jupiter/Mars.Description: A blue-white, sometimes pale emerald star located in the northen scale of the Balance.

Primary Star’s Influence:

Al Schmeali offers opportunities for good fortune. You have a sound intellect and a flair for science or esoteric subjects, which highlights your intuitive and psychic abilities. This star may bestow honors, wealth, and riches and may also bring long-lasting happiness.

Linked to your Sun’s degree, Al Schemali imparts a strong character, l eadership abilities, and executive skills. With the help of this star’s influence you may enjoy promotion to a high position in your career and achieve success after initial difficulties. This star warns that you should avoid legal entanglements and questionable situations.On the other hand, trouble does not last long and good fortune returns if the correct choices are made.

General:

Sensitive and idealistic, you are an energetic Scorpio with a tremendous mental potential if you are willing to discipline yourself through focusing on your objectives. Versatile and imaginative, you  need to express your creative and emotional power. Composure and perseverance are often the keys to your success, and you are bound to make an impression by specialising in a particular area.

The subinlfuence of your decanate ruler, Pisces, implies that you are receptive and highly intuitive, with psychic powers or a sixth sense. Although you constantly come up with remarkable ideas, a tendency to worry may undermine your convictions and self-esteem. This suggests that a pragmatic approach combined with poise and imagination are your balancing factors. Since you are receptive to vibration and rhythm, you may be creatively inclined or find music to be a positive influence.

Through being broad-minded and tolerant, you realise the infinite possibilities that are available to you. Although adventurous and keen on personal freedom, sharing and cooperative effort usually take you farther than traveling alone will. By seeing everything as a learning experience and listening to your inner voice, you come to value both your reason and intuition.

When you are aged eleven through forty, your progressed Sun is in Sagittarius, emphasising a need for optimism and expansion through study, travel, or your personal quest for truth. At age forty-one, when your progressed Sun moves into Capricorn, there is a turning point as you start to take a more pragmatic, persistent, and realistic approach to life. At the age of seventy-one, when your progressed Sun enters into Aquarius, you place more emphasis on new ideas, freedom, and companionship.

Your Secret Self:

With an inner sense of the dramatic, you can project all emotions, from being tough, bossy, and determined to being sensitive, caring, and compassionate. Although generous and idealistic, with a warm heart, you also possess a strong sense of duty or obligation. Being intuitive as well as mentally astute, you are likely to seek inspiration and work well in service to others. A need to express yourself and your creativity may find outlets through art, music, or drama, or at least you can become a fine appreciator.

With a strong awareness of your responsibilities, you like to pay your debts but may sometimes be too hard on yourself or others. This may cause you to become depressed or frustrated. By having a positive philosophy in life or a meaningful cause or ideal, you are able to maintain a positive state of mind so your remarkable capabilities can shine through.

Work & Vocation:

As you are able to put yourself in other people’s positions, you are a good psychologist or advisor. A natural inclination for business combined with good organisational skills is likely to aid you in any career. With your love of knowledge and talent for communication, you could excel in teaching, science, or writing. By educating yourself, you are able to make the most of your potential.

Occupations connected to the public or involving foreign lands could satisfy your love of variety and stop you from becoming bored. A need for service or being of use to your community can help you keep your feet on the ground and give you emotional satisfaction.

Positive: Sound common sense, wealth of ideas, optimism, organisational abilities.

Negative: Exaggeration, conceit, arrogance.

Numerology:

The special vibration of the master number 11 birthday suggests that idealism, inspiration, and innovation are highly important to you. A blend of humility and confidence challenges you to work toward self-mastery both materially and spiritually. Through experience you learn how to deal with both sides of your nature and develop a less extremist attitude by trusting your own feelings. Usually you are highly charged and enjoy vitality, but must avoid becoming overly anxious or impractical. The subinfluence of the number 11 month indicates that you are emotionally sensitive, with psychic abilities.  Although you are receptive to positive influences around you, avoid any type of hostile environment, as it works negatively on your psyche.

Staying balanced, determined, and focused enables you to receive a unique insight into people and ideas. Although you need freedom to operate independently, avoid being preoccupied with yourself and learn to work with others through collaborative endeavours. Combining your imaginative thought with your ingenuity and practical know-how can produce outstanding results.

Positive: Focused, objective, enthusiastic, inspirational, spiritual, intuitive, intelligent, outgoing, inventive, artistic, service, healing ability, humanitarian, psychic.

Negative: Superiority complex, dishonest, aimless, overemotional, easily hurt, highly strung, selfish, lack of clarity, mean.

Love & Relationships:

You are idealistic with a strong need for emotional security, so close relationships are an integral part of your happiness, Loyal and affectionate, you can be demonstrative with your feelings but need to guard against becoming over-serious or insecure.

Since you are sociable and popular, you enjoy other people’s company and do not like being on your own. You are supportive of others, and you are often tempted to make sacrifices for those you love, but avoid becoming overly dependent on partners. Fortunately, you possess charm and wonderful people skills that can endear you to others and increase your social standing.

You might find long-lasting relationships and stability with someone born on one of the following days:

Love & friendship: Jan. 1, 5, 15, 26, 29, 30. Feb. 13, 24, 27, 28. Mar. 5, 11, 22, 25, 26.  Apr. 9, 20, 23, 24.  May 7, 18, 21, 22. June 5, 16, 19, 20.  July 3, 14, 17, 18, 31. Aug. 1, 12, 15, 16, 29, 31. Sept. 10, 13, 14, 27, 29. Oct. 8, 11, 12, 25, 27.  Nov. 6, 9, 10, 23, 25. Dec. 4, 7, 8, 21, 23, 29.

Beneficial: Jan 1, 2, 10, 27. Feb. 8, 25. Mar. 6, 23. Apr. 4, 21. May 2, 19, 30. June 17, 28. July 15, 26. Aug. 13, 24. Sept. 11, 22. Oct. 9, 20.Nov. 7, 18. Dec. 5, 16.

Fatal attractions: May 9, 10, 11, 12.

Challenging: Jan 17, 26. Feb. 15, 24. Mar. 13, 22. Apr. 11, 20. May 9, 18. June 7, 16. July 5, 14. Aug. 3, 12, 30. Sept. 1, 10, 28. Oct. 8, 26, 29. Nov. 6, 24, 27. Dec. 4, 22, 25.

Soulmates: Jan. 21. Feb. 19. Mar. 17. Apr. 15. May 13. June 11. July 9, 29. Aug. 7 (HA! I’d say that’s a conflict of interest there, Minister, but you’re not my boss.), 27. Sept 5, 25. Oct. 3, 23. Nov. 1, 21. Dec. 19.

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Underwater Ariel’s Your Eeveelution Tarot Spread - My Results

Hey! I’ve been meaning to do with this one for awhile and now I finally have the energy to sit down and do this. Eevee has always been one of my favorite Pokemon, so when I saw this spread by @underworldariel, I was ecstatic to try it!

I used both of my decks again in this reading: The Linestrider Tarot and The Arcana official tarot deck. Below is a picture of the cards.

Eevee - Current me 

I drew The Tower (L) and Six of Cups (A). Right now, I’m in the midst of massive changes and revelations. I’ve been delving more into my spirituality, which has forced me to come to terms with a lot of issues. It’s been intense and I’m still finding my path, but I know it’s for the best. I’ve already started to see some of the benefits. My revelations have lead me to explore my past, both in regards to past lives and past memories. Some unbidden feelings have been drawn up, but most of the past reminders have brought me joy. I know that exploring my past is a key to growth. I have to deal with past problems, confront them, and let them go. My personal history is important, but making sure I change from that past is equally so. 

Jolteon - What sparks my energy and revitalizes me?

I drew  Two of Wands (L) and Four of Wands Reversed (A). My spark lies in growing more independent, starting new endeavors, and cleansing my life of things that may be holding me back. Lately, I’ve been spending more and more time considering what I want versus any expectations of what I should do. I’m pursuing a path that best suits my needs and interests. I’ve always been rather indecisive and worried about how others might feel about what I do. All that’s done is made me doubt and ignore myself. I’ve been feeling a lot more energetic and excited since I’ve turned away from that. That’s led me to start deciding what it’s time for me to leave behind. It make shake up my stability and old habits, but hey, out with the old, and in with the new. 

Flareon - What inspires your drive and passions? 

I drew Four of Pentacles Reversed (L) and Eight of Cups Reversed (A).  My drive and passions are inspired by material desire and trusting my instincts. Let’s face it: I enjoy beautiful and new things. I like to surround myself with things that either remind me of myself or of the beauty of the world. It’s my way of dealing with my fears of the world and my own insecurity. It’s a trait I have to work on though because it can lead to danger if I end up overspending. Beyond earthly pleasures, developing my intuition is a huge driving factor with me. I want to push this ability to its full extent, but at the same time, I know I shouldn’t let my passion get ahead of me. I’m working at the right pace for me and I’ve seen plenty of results. I’m just excited to see where I’m going to end up. 

Umbreon - What’s the shadow side of you that nobody sees?

For this, I drew Strength Reversed (L) and The Devil (A). How apt, is the first thought that comes to mind for a question like this. The side of me that nobody sees my inner strength and my perceptions. I am a strong person. I know this for a fact. Even when I get hit with my depressive episodes or anxiety, I know I can handle it. People tend to underestimate what I can and can’t deal with. It’s rather irritating to be seen as capable in one scenario, but needing to be treated like a child in another. I’ve dealt with a lot of crazy shit on my own, shit that set me down to the depth of my spirit in despair. But guess? I’m still hear, kicking and crawling my way back up every time. The flip to this is that everybody doesn’t see just how much I can doubt myself and how dark my mind get. I can hurt myself like nobody else can. Overcoming that has been part of my journey to hell and back. I have so many self-imposed boundaries that have hindered me. No one has seen just how desperate and dark they’ve made me and they never will. Slowly but surely I’m ripping each of those boundaries apart. Only time will tell what will happen then. 

Leafeon - How am I blossoming and growing? 

I drew Queen of Pentacles Reversed (L) and Nine of Pentacles Reversed (A). Right now, I’m blossoming into someone who is more compassionate, loving, understanding, nurturing, and productive. This period in my life has given me plenty of opportunities to expand on my skills and outlook. The more I experience and come to understand, the more my nurturing side evolves. I’m aligning with the Universe and opening my heart. I’m coming to understand what I’m capable of and how to achieve that. This is a time for me to work hard and push forward, to embrace my prosperity. I must also be careful not to be so preoccupied with my moving forward and avoid the relationships that important to me. Those are just as vital to my life as anything else.

Sylveon - What is my magical talent on Earth?

I drew King of Swords Reversed (L) and The Chariot (A). My magical talent lies in my intellect and drive to succeed. Even if I may not necessarily consider very ambitious, I know what I want and I go after it. I utilize my logic, strength, courage, and wisdom to explore my desires, see what’s feasible, and implement a method to achieve it. I’m in control of myself and my destiny. Sometimes, that also means knowing when to let go. As good as I might be at being rational, I also know that cultivating my intuition is equally important. I’m aware of when and where to use one or the other and when to use both. I’m here to succeed at my mission and use what I learn to advise others. That’s where my truest abilities lie. 

Glaceon - What’s something that I need to ice out of?

I drew Death (L) and Page of Swords (A). Something i need to ice out of is holding onto the past and letting others dictate my path for me. This theme has already come up. I’ve let so many things from the past remain unresolved and as a result, they’ve dragged me down. Finally learning to make peace with them will let me move on. I also feel Death is telling me that, even though I’m experiencing changes, I need to realize i’m not really becoming someone else so much as I’m becoming who I already am. I need to let go of the idea that I’m changing into a radically different person. All the messages I’ve got lately is that everything I need are the things I already have. I’m not being told to do anything but trust in myself and what I can do. I’m not being told I need to become a new me. This message resonates deeply. I already understand so much... I’m just letting insecurities cover that up. The Page is reminding of that along with not letting others hinder me. Spiritually, I’ve been wanting to post more here about my own ideas. However, I see how judgmental people can be, which makes me hesitant to. The Page is telling me to ignore that. I know how I feel and why. I understand my beliefs better than anyone else and they come from a place of deep reflection, research, and intuition. I don’t need to worry about those who might criticize me, but to focus on saying what I need to and knowing who needs to hear it will. 

Espeon - What’s an innate fact of me that my soul knows?

I drew Wheel of Fortune (L) and Ace of Pentacles Reversed (A). An innate fact that I know on a soul level is my ability to take things as they come. Or in other words to go with the flow. Now, this isn’t to say that I just passively accept things as they come. It means that I know how to adapt to the circumstances that have come at me. If there’s one thing I’ve never doubted much about myself, it’s my resiliency. When dealing with things, people have told me how admirable it is that I’m still a loving and strong person despite what I’ve gone through. I kind of shrugged it off, usually because I felt it was nothing special. Others have dealt with far, far worse. It’s just how I am. Nonetheless, it’s something I appreciate. Even in the lowest moments, there is a part of me that knows that it’ll blow over. I’ll get through it, just like everything else. My episode will pass, these horrific memories will pass, the exhaustion and self hate will pass. I know how to adapt and survive no matter what the circumstances are. 

Vaporeon - What is something that is powerfully fluid about me?

I drew Nine of Swords Reversed (L) and Page of Wands (A).  And now we come to the very last set. My mind and energy are incredibly fluid. I’m a naturally anxious person. I have GAD. My mind runs at a mile a minute and it can be a Herculean task to get it to calm. However, it’s something I can work with. Even at my worst, I know how to adapt and still get what I need to get done completed. Whether it be school assignments, basic chores, adventuring, emotional turmoil or whatever, I know how to work with it. The human mind is capable of some incredible and unbelievable things. When I despair, I channel it into my writing, my art, or my musical skills. It’s something I can transform into something positive instead of just letting it eat me alive. My energy is similarly adaptive. I have intense highs and lows, which I work with. Understanding how these aspects of me work allows me to accomplish my dreams. I dash forward in my bursts and fall back in my lows. It’s what keeps me working my way up. 

So those are my eevelutions in full. I had a lot of fun with this! Spreads like this make me want to delve more into pop culture magic, tarot, and self reflection, so thanks to April for creating and sharing this! I’ll have to try my hand at this kind of thing sometime in the future, maybe pretty soon~.