#but it Wants to Get it!! it wants to Understand humans and experience the bond between humans and pokemon for itself!!

[korn-chipz]

Yautja HC

(Currently going on a Predator movie marathon in it has inspired me to write about what it would be like to be with a yautja as your partner/mate)

*The yautjan species are a proud and stubborn race. If they want something, best believe they're going to get it. Don't even put it past them that they wouldn't kill anyone or anything that keeps you from them...

*Talking Is only done with a nicely atoned translation collar, decorated with patterns and/or small jewels and fitted just for you.

*I believe they even have a courting ritual. if chosen by a yautjan, they will bring you the finest fur, skull or spine they could rip from a creatures body. They would be a little confused if you weren't into that sorta thing, like if you were more into jewelry for say, they would disappear once again and bring back a geode of a gem you have never seen in your life. they would simply leave it on the table and watch your expression to see if they're courting gift was satisfactorily.

*Yautjans (as you may know) have hair-like nerves that hang from their heads. Their hairs are sensitive and hold significance in their culture. Based on context; to cut ones dreads is a sign of banishment or shame, or a battle earned scar. But trust your yautjan partner to decorate their dreads with beads of your favorite colors, sitting in their hair proudly next to their childhood beads.

*Every hunt is in your honor. Sure it's also for the thrill of the kill but they would never forget that they have someone waiting for them back on their ship, expecting them to come back with a successful hunt. Even if walking back on one leg, they WILL bring you back the trophy of their top kill.

*Bonding time? regardless of their scary and tough demeanor, Yautjas actually bond through shared hunts or even rough play! your yautjan mate would initiate play fighting ONLY if you do. You're small and fragile compared to its kind. They Play fight how puppies playfight, letting the weaker one win. They see it as a safe way to train and as bonding time, even doing it with their young.

*Eating? we don't know what yautjans eat in particular, but I like to think they can adapt their diets to the planets they land on. Earth? natural fruits, veggies and wild game is their only choice. If you live with a yautjan, trust you will be as fit and as lean as they are. They HATE the processed foods we eat on a normal basis, they can smell and see what it does to our bodies and they HATE it. If you dare offer them a bag of hot cheeto puffs, it's going out the window. pizza? forget it. Even processed juices that you think are healthy.

*FOR MY LADIES! Periods. We know 'em, we hate 'em. Your Yautjan mate does too. They would panic at the sudden change in your body. Cramps making you cry in pain, vomiting occasionally, laying in bed all day, eating too much or too little and don't forget the horrid bleeding. Your Yautjan would frantically try and "cure" you but only settled down after you had to explain your monthly cycle. They crinkle their face in disgust, not at the blood and bodily change but the disgust of themself not being able to help. All they can do is sit and watch, trying their best to make you feel as comfortable as they can.

((TW ANIMAL HUNTING))

*FOR MY IRL HUNTERS! You and you Yautjan mate collaborate in hunts occasionally. Not humans but wild game. It doesn't understand the idea of sitting in a tree and waiting for a buck or boar to walk on by, they would rather pursue their prey; chasing them down and letting their adrenaline do the work. They have you sit in a creek while they chase the animal your way, letting you spear it through its abdomen or shoot an arrow through its lungs.

((NSFW WARNING! STOP HERE IF YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ANY NSFW))

Sex...Oh boy. Was it an experience.

*It wasn't easy. You were so small. So frail...They were so scared they would literally snap you in half. It worked out in the end with you pressed against their body as you or they thrusted into the other. They would let out clicks and purrs of satisfaction as they take in the smell of your pheromones, stopping immediately at the slightest change of tone in your moans, scared they hurt you.

*Toys. God did it confuse them. Why pleasure yourself with those when they were everything you needed? They weren't jealous, they were confused. It took a single fateful day of them walking in you on "accident" (You knowing damn well you exposed yourself in such a way on purpose) for them to sit across from you, mimicking your movements to follow along with your cries of pleasure. After that day, they beg for you to put on a show for them after a long day of hunting.

*Got a Prey/Pradator kink? Perfect. If you ask for them to chase you down. They will CHASE. YOU. DOWN. They will toy with you for hours, long enough to actually put you on edge. It started off fun and exciting but slowly turned into a real life horror movie as they took their time. watching. waiting. FOLLOWING. Was that twig snap them? what was that noise? Did they leave you out in the forest alone? It isn't until they land in front of you from the tree's and hug you that you sigh out of relief. They let out a throaty laugh at your scared reaction, pleased with this particular hunt. If you're tired from that. too bad. They still want to exhaust the energy they have left back in the bedroom...

*Like it rough? Hard? Wanna be choked? slapped? Yeah, as much as your yautjan partner wants to do the same; your biology can't allow it. Your body can't handle the sheer strength they possess, a single choke could snap your neck. you find it exhilarating but It terrifies them. The only way that could be remotely accomplished is if you were on top, keeping control of their grip and speed.

*Aftercare was sacred. You held them close afterwards, listening to their heart beat as they calmed down from yall's previous activities. You touched their dreads carefully and they caressed your back softly. Sometimes they would leave after a while and come back with a kill, displaying proudly how well they care and provide for their partner.

[cappydoodle]

weird girl and her even weirder horse

[pinkmoonastro]

Pluto Aspects

Sun/Pluto: Dark sense of humor, attracts jealousy through the ability to learn quickly and be talented at many things, seductive, private life/double life, prefers to be in relationships, controlling, self critical, importance on achieving success and public recognition, denial about how social you actually are, obsessive, bouncing back from hardship unscathed, masking true feelings, lover of luxury, worrier, carrying the burdens of many, leaders, strategic, good at balancing multiple careers/streams of income, can work long hours, wiling to sacrifice for future gratification, beliefs being questioned/questionable, operating best with routine, helping the exiled, quiet power, domineering, leading others to the promise land, rags to riches, sharing nature, being taken advantage of, learning self worth, noticing the subtleties, standing in your power, alchemizing, appreciation of scents, restoring the balance and bringing justice, protecter, connection to night creatures, reverence.

Moon/Pluto: emotional rollercoasting, rough tides, tsunamis, delusions, misunderstood, living in the past, victim mentality, feeling intruded upon, enticing, protective, human lie detector, causing shock value with your thoughts, okay with not being everyone’s cup of tea, attracting stalkers/stalking others, a lot of haters and obsessive ppl, determined, my way or the highway, always on the go, quick witted, forgiving, misguided anger, easily triggered or triggering to others, a safe space for authenticity, youthful looking but quickly matured, problem solvers, appreciates luxury, high expectations, stressing yourself out, very strong ppl, the rock of their family, liking drama, needing to be more careful with the words spoken, lucky breaks, nurturing, creating a home that feels beautiful and comfortable, beautiful smile, soft spoken mesmerizing with your cadence, taking care of the things you own, making the old look new, hard choices, a few more restarts than most, word is bond, direct communication, seductive aura ✨

Venus/Pluto: Insecurities being obvious to others but hidden from yourself, ppl pleasing, nurturing vibe, great reader of social cues, bully/bullied, learning to understand and love your body, freedom through movement, talk of the town, being projected on a lot, resilience, cup half full mentality, big mama energy, ungratefulness, ppl trying to manipulate you through financial means, getting things taken away from you as punishment or literally being stolen from, independence, personality that grows on you, attracting jealously based on being the opposite sex’s ideal, player/overly devoted, values the connection to family, the type to plan the family get togethers, prefers to be coupled, generous and great at gift giving, hair that attracts idolization, fierce eye contact, ppl wanting to experience you without worthiness, personal space being important, careful with the people you shake hands with, being exactly what you want to be, near death experiences, night owl, protecter of children and the poor, solo traveler, taking no shit, knowing that it’s okay some bridges need to be burnt 🤷🏽‍♀️, child like innocence, friendships that stand the test of time, health conscious, healing others through food/herbs, high society, rockstar lifestyle might not make it.

Mars/Pluto: Okay with being cut throat, intimidating, power hungry, holier than thou, superiority complex, triggering insecurity in others while just existing, putting in work that will stand the test of time, legacy is of importance, it ain’t nothing to cut bitch off, knowing how to wow ppl, the defuser of situations, protecters of the weak, chameleon, popularity, rememberable first impressions, quick thinkers, great lovers, career focused, pressure to succeed, feeling you have to always be on your p’s & q’s, controlling lovers, the person others vent to, attracting ppl that feel entitled to your body/possessions, love/hate relationships, social butterfly, observant, bound by nothing, living in the moment, making the best with what you have, animal lover, would benefit from slower living, ingenuity, fashionable, hard headed, ppl trying to silence you, sprinkle sprinkle no bread crumbing is tolerated, lucky items/totem poles, optimistic, teaches lessons on how to be discerning, secret exposer, substance abuse, attempts to hold you back through evil eye, tunnel vision, seeing what needs to be said and saying it, willpower matched with child like vigor, friends and lovers that are protective over you, respected in your community/field, interested in the benefits of all, easily multiplying what you already have, water to wine type of vibe, relaxing when the work is done, knowing when to take breaks, shining bright in dark places.

Mercury/Pluto: realism view point, harsh truth, so relatable, knows better but learns the hard way, passionate speaker, musically inclined, before their time, emotional highs and lows, forgetful/selective memory, dark humor, appreciates the shock value, curse words are like icing, different just to be, thinking outside the box, creating lingo other ppl use, over explaining, paranoia, defending the vulnerable, saying what everyone is thinking, whistle blower, lovers of knowledge, constantly reinventing yourself, conspiracy theories, quick witted, solitude, dating outside of your race, cult leaders, judgmental, biting your tongue, pathological liars, self righteous, polarizing, sweet talkers, accent, making complex subjects sound easy, self critical, creating a lot of opportunity for yourself, taking journeys without a destination in mind, getting to the root of the matter, hard to reach, wise beyond your years, very knowledgeable about niche things, big dick energy, viewing something from multiple perspectives, feeling short on time/waisting time, organized, thoughtful, pouring into others, lending a helping hand/attracting those that want to help you, having to be extremely patient, smoking cigars for enlightenment, stuck on ppls mind, noticing the underlining factors, honesty off the charts, sending warning shots attacking, feelings of overwhelm by choices, defending your stance, being victorious against all odds, just so rememberable.

Jupiter/Pluto: importance on self image, Beyoncé- upgrade you, relating to others though music, greed, great investors, a need to be in first place, critical of themselves and others, perfectionism, requiring patience, materialistic, condescending, over indulgent, substance abuse, bad mouthing others, attracting leeching personality types, look but don’t touch, a lot of ppl have witnessed your transformations, co dependent, persistent, preferring not to be around the bush, learning when to walk away, big personality, topic of conversation, having to rebuild yourself repeatedly, opposites attract, quick manifestations, repeating yourself a lot, sustainable living, being able to balance many things at once, bringing offerings, community leaders, hard earned respect, learning discernment in friendships, solo travels, mentorship, feeling isolated, knowing how to use what you have, tongue like a sword, guiding the youth, transforming the mundane, unique style, taking the road least traveled, freeing yourself from sorrow, seeing the good in anyone, comforted by your bed, the same thoughts on repeat, warrior spirit, connection to horses.

Asc/Pluto: having your items end up in the lost and found, escapist tendencies, prioritizing relaxation, messy room, starting a new project before finishing the last, ppl misjudging your power, manners, sob stories/lack of accountability, fashionable, stand out in crowds, unique style, noticing the little details, valuing peace keeping, don’t mind switching things up and experimenting, self employed, viewed as lucky, ppl keeps tabs on you, being at the crossroads, rumors about your body/hygiene, protecters of their family, collecting antiques, building from scratch, learning to stay the course, loves celebrations.

Chiron/Pluto: learning only when the pain has gotten so bad, feeling like your always falling short even when you have what you perceived to want, intense feelings and relationships, what’s done in the dark coming to light, dismissive, ppl indulging in your hardships, helping others through your struggle, leading by example, survivors, learning boundaries, developing antonymy, life starting one way and ending up much differently.

[undercoveravenger]

Room in The Den

Pairing: Hybrid!141 x Male!Reader

A/N: Intended as an early-stages poly relationship, but could also be interpreted as platonic.

Part 2 -> Click here

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It’s a bullshit new law that does it. Some asshole lawmakers deciding that just because there’s some small fraction of animal DNA in them that they can’t do their jobs right without “an actual person” watching over them that gets you assigned to the 141.

Sure, joining a team that elite is an honor, but it’s something you’d have wanted by your own merits, not just because someone who’d never seen real combat in their lives thought your new colleagues needed someone fully human to reel them in. 

You’ve seen their numbers - they don’t need you and you’re sure as hell they don’t want you encroaching on the bond that their experiences have fostered between them. That’s why you come in expecting the animosity. 

You were right. Captain Price is cordial enough, he shakes your hand without crushing it and says he’s eager to work with you but his smile doesn’t meet his eyes and the terseness in his voice tells you he’s just saying it to be polite. He’s run this task force long enough to know how to do his job without you there. His Lieutenant doesn’t even grant you that. The sergeants seem wary and you don't blame them but you know that it’s better to be someone like you that knows their worth than one of the holier-than-thou bureaucrats they’d been considering assigning to this post, so you’ll just have to try to find your place in the team.

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Soap is the easiest to win over. He finds you in the gym one night long after everyone else had retired back to their bunks, ripping through reps at the bench press without a spotter. He’s thrown for a minute, used to being the only one up this late since the rest of the squad is mostly diurnal, but he’s content enough to admire the way your compression shirt is darkened with sweat and to watch your muscles shift with each movement. Can feel himself drooling a little at the spice of your scent, heady and masculine and tempting enough to make him want to bite.

 He wonders a little, whether you’d be able to keep up with him and he can’t help the steady pace his tail picks up behind him as he decides he’s going to find out.

You’ve got your eyes closed and earbuds in like you’re the only one for miles and yet you still seem to sense him as he drops his bag and moves to stand near you. 

“S’dangerous,” he says as you re-rack your weights and pull an earbud out, “To lift without someone to spot you.” 

You nod, it’s one of the biggest rules of gym safety for a reason, but you’d never been great with rules. “Never much liked askin’ for help,” you admit after a minute. “Didn’t wanna bother anyone.”

He hums, and you don’t feel judged, just understood, “Well, you’re stuck with the lot o’ us now, whether you like it or not,” he grins, wolfish and happy, and moves to stand at the head of the bench to spot you, “Bother away.” And just like that, you’ve got yourself a new workout buddy.

It’s like he’s your self appointed shadow after that, waiting outside your door every morning with a freshly made protein shake in each hand, one for each of you. He’ll get all whiny about it too if you say no, pointy wolf ears drooping and tail falling still behind him. He looks like he’s about to cry until you finally relent and take yours from him (he perks up right away every time, the little faker). Eventually you learn that it’s easier to just take it from him without the fight and let him ramble on about whatever he’d seen on tiktok the night before as he walks you to your office.

He joins you for meals too, complains about the amount of food on your plate and scoops bites off his own plate to supplement yours despite your protests. His Ma had always told him growin’ up that he had to eat plenty of protein if he wanted to be big and strong and protect his pack, so he’s just tryin’ to do the same for you and doesn’t understand why you feel the need to argue about sharing food.

You’re part of his pack now, and Soap’ll be damned before he neglects one of his packmates, just don’t be surprised if he starts bullying his way into your room at night too - he’s a cuddler.

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Gaz warms up to you next, though he always blames the blood loss if someone asks what won him over. He’d joined you and Soap for your evening workouts a few times, and grinned at each other when you passed in the halls, but it’s not until the morning after a brutal op that he really starts to see you as part of the team.

It’s early. Barely three-thirty in the morning when the heli touches down and maybe only four when the squad tumbles through the doors but you’re right there with the rest of them. Price is already headed down to the administrative wing for a debrief and Ghost has a snoring Soap over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes on his way to the barracks, and then there’s just the two of you.

You’ve got one of Gaz’s arms over your shoulder and an arm heavy around his waist, tucked snug under his bleeding wing, taking most of his weight as you help him limp through the halls. You hang a left instead of the right that would lead to the infirmary, instead guiding him into your office. You sweep whatever paperwork had been on your desk aside, and help him up to sit, legs hanging off one side of your desk and wings cascading over the other.

You’re quick to shrug off the outer layer of your tactical gear and cast it aside, pulling out a sizable med kit from under your desk and settling on your knees in front of him. You ask him if it’s okay, before you help ease his cargo pants down enough to get to the wound on his thigh and he finds himself taken aback since their usual medic would just muscle them off or cut them away to get at it. You wait until he nods to start tugging at the fabric, fingers careful and intent as you work the material free from the torn flesh. 

He watches as your gaze flickers over the wound and you reach for what you need without even looking. He’s been told his eyes are intense before, it’s normal for bird of prey hybrids, perhaps especially so for golden eagle hybrids like him, but he’s never quite understood the way people describe being pinned in place by his gaze until now. 

You work fast, sterilizing, stitching, and then bandaging his wound with a speed that would rival the military doctors in the infirmary, and the stitches seem more sturdy than he can remember his last ones being. 

Once you’re satisfied with his leg, you stand and move behind him to get a better look at his wing. He'd taken a bullet to it, right through the meat of the muscle, and he knew he’d be grounded a long while until it healed. You hesitated then, unsure if he’d be okay with you touching such a personal area as his wings. 

Gaz swallows hard, trying to think of the last time someone other than himself had handled his wings, and nudges it back into your hands. You’re remarkably gentle, he thinks, as your fingers card delicately through rich caramel feathers until you’re able to uncover the bullet hole. You use a pair of tweezers, to make sure that there are no lingering bits of shrapnel, and a tiny set of scissors to trim back any of the soft downy feathers that could catch in the wound as it heals. 

He’s started churring by the time you’re done, a sort of contented trill from the feeling of someone else preening his wings, despite the lingering pain from the injuries. His golden eyes snap back to focus as you nudge a water bottle and granola bar into his hands with a muttered apology that it was all you had on hand, and he’s still plenty happy because you’re trying to be part of his flock by preening him and providing for him. He churs the whole while as you guide him back to his room and help him into bed.

Gaz quickly becomes a regular participant of you and Soap’s late night gym sessions and joins you for mealtimes once in a while after that night.

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Truthfully, you still don’t know what convinced Ghost you were worth knowing, but he supposes that’s because you hadn’t known he was there. He’d been on his way to deliver a mission report from Price to one of the other admin when one of his rounded ears caught the sound of your raised voice. His curiosity drew him to the door, cracked just enough that he was able to see you stood across a table from a trio of generals, arms crossed and back straight. 

“I appreciate your congratulations,” you growled, and Ghost was taken aback by the ferocity in your voice. He’d never heard you speak like that before, not even in the field. “But I am not the one who should be hearing it.”

His ears prick forward, tugging against the thick fabric of his mask as he listened closer, intrigued. 

“With all due respect, Major, task force 141-” one of the pencil pushers started.

“No,” you interrupted, hands coming down hard on the desk between you and the other officers, “They are due the commendations. They are the ones who built this team from the ground up. Sure, there have been successful missions since my joining, but those are not only my achievements. If you want to offer a public congratulations on a successful operation, it will be to my entire team, not just the picture you think would be easiest to publish.”

With that, you turn from the board of your superior officers and head for the door, ignoring their protests, and Ghost has to scramble back in order to avoid being hit with the door. 

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” you say as you see him, moving out of his way. “Didn’t see you there,” and for once that doesn’t sound like some slight against his panther genetics, just a plain statement - he’d been behind the door and you hadn’t meant to nearly clip him with it. You clap him on the shoulder and head off down the hall back toward your office and Ghost is tempted to drop the file where he stands to follow you, one simple interaction you hadn’t meant for him to see enough to convince him there was far more to you than he’d thought. 

You weren’t just some babysitter added to their little family to observe them like they were no more than wild animals - you actually saw their worth and were willing to fight for it?

An amused little huff escapes him and Ghost forces his attention back to the task at hand, spotted tail lashing smoothly behind him as he turns and continues on his way, sharp claws digging puncture wounds into the folder he’d been sent to deliver and your words ringing in his mind.  

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Price was the last to come around to you being a part of their little family, though he’d never been outright hostile the way Ghost had at first. He’d done his best to be professional with you, complying with the needed paperwork and taking your insights on each operation under consideration, though he never deliberately sought you out. 

That didn’t mean he could avoid you when the team had a mission though, especially not now with the five of you piled into a much-too-small cabin in the mountains near where intel suggested one of Makarov’s bases were. Laswell had just radioed in to let Price know there was a snowstorm incoming so evac might be delayed and to expect to hunker down at least another two nights.

With only two bedrooms and a total of three small beds between them, you’d volunteered to take up roost on the lumpy couch in the living room so he’s not surprised to see you there, so much as he is by your company. You’re sprawled out in about the middle of the couch with Gaz tucked comfortably against your side, your arm around his shoulder and one of his wings curling around the both of you. As Gaz’s wing shifts, Price notices Soap curled against your legs, snoring away, but he freezes as he sees Ghost.

Everyone on the team has gone through hell, but Price knows Ghost has dealt with more than his share. Nightmares aren’t uncommon for any of them, but for Ghost a decent night’s sleep was an incredible rarity. That’s why he’s so startled to see Ghost stretched comfortably along the rest of the couch with his head on your lap and his face nuzzled into your stomach, skull mask gone in favor of his more casual balaclava, and his breathing deep and even.

A pleased little huff escapes Price, warmth spreading in his chest at the sight of his three favorite people curled up together happy and comfortable. And if you were part of that? Well, there was plenty of room for one more in that old bear’s heart.

[itsmaferart]

The spy who could read everything… except for (real) emotions

This might contain spoilers!

One of Twilight's most fascinating aspects is his skill as a spy: he's a master of emotional disguise, capable of reading people with surgical precision in a matter of seconds. His work depends on it: detecting motivations, analyzing behaviors, and adapting to manipulate his surroundings.

As Loid Forger, his civilian facade, we see him as a kind, intelligent, educated man, a devoted father, and an exemplary husband. Everyone admires him, and in theory, he seems to have everything under control

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But here's where the paradox comes in: the closer he gets emotionally to someone, the clumsier he becomes.

Despite his sharpness in reading interests and behavioral patterns, he struggles immensely to understand simple, spontaneous behaviors like Anya's, who just wants to have fun like any child, or Yor's, a woman full of emotions, contradictions, and desires that don't follow strict logic..

His fake wife and daughter become his true blind spot.

Twilight isn't used to dealing with genuine bonds, only strategic roles

That's why being in a home for so long—one that demands intimacy, emotionality, and spontaneity—makes his structure falter.

If we pay attention to his inner thoughts throughout the story, we notice that his true personality is far from the "perfect man" everyone sees.

Twilight is, deep down, a grumpy, nervous, insecure man who overthinks everything in search of a logical answer. This clearly generates high levels of anxiety and stress for him, and sometimes he even comes across as a bit silly.

Very, very, very silly.

Because deep down, his seemingly "mission-rational" actions are actually him concerned about his family's well-being. The truth is, he's a softie, protective, devoted, and very selfless.

This contrast between Twilight (the hyper-rational spy) and Loid Forger (the exemplary citizen) shows us a constant duality between who he is, what he pretends to be, and what he could become if he allowed his emotions to guide part of his life.

By repressing his most vulnerable parts, he finds it difficult to understand basic emotional situations that don't fit his mental framework. Not because he's cold, but because his psychic structure has been shaped by trauma, duty, and survival..

This is where a key idea comes in: Twilight interprets human behavior as a transaction.

His mind functions like an analysis machine

It seems that from his experience, people act driven by an interest—they want something, they're looking for something—and his mission as a spy is to detect what that "something" is so he can use it to his advantage. This mechanistic view of human relationships has been useful for infiltrating organizations, achieving objectives, and penetrating circles of power… but it's useless in a home where what's expected of you is to feel, not to analyze.

Indeed, his interactions with women have been more strategic than emotional. These were likely women belonging to influential social spheres, where the bond was based on seduction, mutual interest, or emotional manipulation (something similar to the classic "honey trap," where charm is used as a weapon of persuasion).

That's why he suffers an emotional short circuit with someone like Yor, a shy, sweet, authentic woman who isn't trying to manipulate him or get anything from him. She doesn't fit into his "if you do A, it's because you want B" logic, and that completely throws Twilight off balance.

His personality, with its highly rational structure, uses intellectualization and emotional repression as defense mechanisms.

The same goes for Anya, whose spontaneity and tenderness have no "strategic reason" behind them. Twilight can't "decipher" her because there's nothing to decipher: she simply is. This highlights his difficulty in connecting with people emotionally, because his life experience has programmed him to operate from the head, not the heart. .

It's curious, if we look closely at his past, we see something very different from the cold, calculating man he has become. He was an emotional, sensitive, expressive, and idealistic child, even described as a "crybaby."

However, that child was broken by war. The death of his mother, the complete absence of adult protection, and the need to survive alone pushed him to build a protective shell. Coupled with his years in the military, his life became a continuous training ground, not just physically, but emotionally: don't feel, don't doubt, don't get attached, don't trust.

This pattern is reinforced by internalized beliefs, which is why when he realizes he's "slipping," he mentally punishes himself and labels it as a mistake.

But the reality might be that Twilight tends to develop an avoidant attachment style

Where he seeks more subtle bonds and represses emotions more easily. We see this in his connection with Handler, whom he admires as a mentor figure; Franky, his undeclared best friend; and Nightfall, whom he cares for and values as a disciple and colleague.

He clearly appreciates and worries about them, but the difference is that Twilight can coexist with them and deny his attachment more easily. This is because these individuals actively reinforce his belief that attachment is a sign of danger, as they are all involved in the world of spies. In contrast, Anya and Yor have caused an emotional earthquake within him. In just six months of living with his "fake" family, he already shows signs of genuine concern and authentic affection, and his defensive system begins to fail

All of this shows us that beneath the perfect spy is a man hungry for human connection, who has lived so long repressing what he feels that he now doesn't quite know how to manage real bonds.

What do you think?

[kommanders]

KISS CAM

pairing・❥・clark kent x fem! reader word count・❥・1.7k wordssummary・❥・clark drags you and the daily planet gang to a metropolis monarchs game; what happens when the stadium cam falls on you and the kryptonian you're secretly in love with? cw・❥・no superman (2025) spoilers, more plot than dialogue lol, inaccurate baseball and journalism knowledge, swearing, slight blasphemy (?), alcohol, co-workers/friends who are so madly in love, kissing a/n・❥・i'm accepting requests so send in any asks! letterboxd

"these seats are amazing clark, what strings did you pull to get them?" lois queried, as she followed jimmy with a tray of four beers, glancing across the stadium.

it was the end of a beautiful day in the city of tomorrow, as the sun began to dip below the skyline, a gorgeous hue of orange, pink and purple demanded everyone's attention.

the seats were the best in the house - having a view of the entire stadium, as well as the players who were warming up. lois was itching to ask for post-game interview with pitcher frankie 'hudson' jones, who was having an all-time season and gunning for all-star MVP.

jimmy snickered, "yeah clark, enlighten us on how you got us into a skybox on a journalist's pittance?", the redhead threw popcorn in his mouth and munched on it quietly, standing against the railing. he waved to a group of attractive girls, winking at them as they cooed in affection. leave it to jimmy to entice women with the snap of his fingers, lois rolled her eyes and shoved him back into the conversation.

clark, as shy as ever, explained that superman had gifted him the tickets, a thank you for the deep bond they had shared over the past two years. the journalist decided no other than to invite his closest friends to bask in the experience.

well, two friends and the girl he was madly in love with.

clark pushed his glasses up his nose, hoping that they would buy his lie.

"how the hell do you always pull this off, clark? if anything, i'd think superman was in love with you," lois mused as she finished off her cotton candy, albeit unsuspecting of clark's identity, as she studied the starting lineup on her phone.

clark gazed over at you, perched so closely to his chest that he could feel the heat waves radiating off your body. you gently smirked at him, knowing the truth, looking back at him with the knowledge of a heavy secret twinkling in your eye.

"well thats one way to put it," you chuckled along with the kryptonian, "maybe superman just really likes human hospitality!"

it had been months since clark came flying over to your apartment, beaten and bloodied after his battle with lobo, a lucrative mercenary who destroyed half of the southwestern subway route - much to your annoyance.

you had pulled the door open, faltering as you gaped at clark. you saw his broad chest that you so desperately wanted to touch, his dark corkscrew curls that you hopelessly wanted to tug, his pretty pink lips that were plump and soft and begging for sweat kisses. lust aside, you noticed clark wasn't wearing his usual disheveled suit that he constantly appeared with at the daily planet. the one perry, your boss, always sighed at.

looking down, you gasped at the large 's' that the man of steel wore on his chest with pride. which clark was...wearing?

months ago, it had dawned on you that clark kent was superman. your quiet, gorgeous clark was superman. and also bleeding out by your doorway.

you ushered him into your space as he pleaded with all the strength he could muster, swearing you to secrecy as he held your face in his large hands, stroking your cheeks with urgency.

ever since that night, it was as if the pair of you had grown closer. when duty called and he leapt in a rush from his desk you nodded in a silent exchange of understanding. when he came to your door, injured and on the brink of collapse, you were always there to bring him back to life with your touch.

and, honestly, it pained him. clark knew the danger of inviting you in his secret world, however his secret life weighed down less on his heart than the undisclosed love he had for you.

clark adored you.

it ranged from him remembering your drink order when you had rushed to the office in a frenzy, to carrying you over to your bed when you dozed off early during film night. he adored brushing your pieces off hair off your head and falling in love with the way your lashes gently kissed your eyelids. even buying you your favourite flowers on a friday. he always shrugged his shoulders when you questioned him, "just because."

he was beyond gone for you-

"hellooooooo, nerdtastic one and nerdtastic two! you're missing the opening pitch with all your eye-fucking," jimmy clicked you out of your daze, withdrawing from clark's look as you faced the direction of the pitch. he shook his head and gave lois a smug glance of victory. she peeked at your demeanour and knew you were in deep. "i wonder if superman will show up, i know that guy's got a mean pitch on him. do you think i can add him to my fantasy team?" their conversation returned to background noise as your situation with clark lingered.

you hoped he couldn't hear your heart beat faster than a drum, as you took your beer from lois and sipped at the liquid. you really need to get better at hiding this, you cursed yourself.

as lois and jimmy continued their rushed conversation about frankie jones, the lights began to brighten and the game was in full swing.

in all honesty, baseball wasn't your thing, so you turned to clark, "how's your ma and pa doing? you said a couple weeks back that their harvest was the most successful they've had in years?"

clark beamed at you asking about his loved ones. your ability to make him feel human and not just a hero was what he cherished about you. in his fervour, clark began spilling his parents praises as you listened intently shifting closer in order to hear his every word. unconsciously, your knees bumped together and he intertwined his arm through yours as you clung onto every word.

"ma's thinking about raising a bee hive by one of the west fences, it would save pa trips to the market; what's better than a plethora of organic honey am i right? i'll make sure to bring you home so ma can make you that peach cobbler that you like so much-"

"hold still," you interrupted, grabbing the sides of clark's face and moving to adjust his glasses that had become askew during his ramblings. you couldn't let them slip and have clark's identity be exposed to the entire stadium when he tried so hard to hide it.

you chewed your lip in concentration; he noticed your lip gloss that you were wearing was his favourite. cherry flavour. he was taken back to when you dragged him to the store and made him choose your new combo. in a frantic state he insisted on cherry, after all it made your lips more kissable. and him impossibly aroused.

clark felt like he was on fire. maybe he was.

he blinked twice as you fixed him up right, flashing that million dollar smile that made it seem like you were his kryptonite.

"darn, i wanna kiss you so bad right now," he thought to himself.

always to himself.

you leant back and urged him to continue, your arm now resting on his thigh. he went still and his breath hitched.

your eyebrows knitted in confusion, waving your hands across his face as if it would wake him up from trance.

his head whipped out towards the crowd as suddenly you could hear cheers from all across the stadium, like a thunderous applause.

in unison, your heads whipped up to the giant jumbotron as you could see you and clark reflected on the screen. but not just any screen.

it was the kiss cam.

fuck.

the screen littered you in red hearts, like some romcom that had your heart racing.

"you gotta do it, kent, those are the rules" lois shrugged at the man, egging him along with the rest of the stadium. to her left, jimmy whipped out his phone to film the couple. blackmailing purposes that would come as prime entertainment after the game.

"KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" the stadium roared at you and clark to fulfill their wish as the chosen ones for tonight's game

you knew you shouldn't have left the house today.

"please may i kiss you?" he posed as his polite, midwestern twang silently begged to have you, despite a crowd of 45,000 people laying witness.

his lips were dangerously close to yours, as you replied with a curt nod, immediately pressing your lips to his in a frenzy. you took advantage of the situation and you two began french kissing as you audience cheered in amazement. lois wolf whistled as clark angled the kiss to explore your mouth deeper, he gently cushioned your head in his large hands; pouring in months, even years, worth of emotions in a flurry of kisses.

he was soft and curious at first, worried if he'd push too far and break you. you on the other, you demanded everything in the kiss, stroking his tongue with yours - branding yourself into his memory as you two began battling to show the other how much love your harboured in your hearts, until he groaned.

clark couldn't hide his desire with his visceral moans. it shocked you. and kinda turned you on

gasping for air you pulled away, as clark chased your lips for more of your sweetness, you felt like you could fly.

"well mary mother of jesus, didn't think you had it in you clarkie boy - let's not turn this into a porno, okay guys? there are children here," you could hear shuffling next to you as jimmy begrudgingly passed a $20 bill to lois, the brunette rejoiced next to him, winking at you.

you huffed in partial annoyance but clark's whispers took over your reality again.

pivoting into his direction, you noticed your cherry gloss tainting all of his mouth, you had marked him. you decided you would spend your entire life thankful for this kiss cam.

"i've wanted to do that for a long time," he croaked as he pressed his forehead against yours, chuckling weakly with triumph.

"yeah?" you teased with growing confidence for the man you loved.

"yeah," he barked with laughter, tipping his head back and shaking his curls in the process.

"god bless superman."

[blueskittlesart]

All children raised religiously are being abused. They're sweet now but in thirty years see who's voting for Trump Jr or who ever the fuck.

ok let's talk about it. for context i've been working with children aged 2-6 in both school and home settings for almost 10 years and have met kids raised in basically every major religion in the world. I was personally raised completely agnostic.

religion is not inherently abuse. religion is a moral framework. All religions have the potential to become high-control groups or perpetuate abuse, and certain religions are more prone to those issues than others. that does not mean that teaching your child about the god you believe in is abusive. the abuse comes when your religion perpetuates a lack of choice, which, as I have already explained, most of the religious children i have worked with are not experiencing. Religion at such a young age is often primarily about stories, which preschool aged children LOVE. The bible functions similarly to, say, a my little pony episode to these children, in the sense that it's a fun story they get to experience which teaches them an age-appropriate moral lesson at the end. (and by and large, these kids are only getting the age-appropriate stories and lessons. I do not know any evangelical children who are being taught about the rapture and i don't condone that kind of fear tactic, but again, that's not what's being discussed here. we're talking about RELIGION, not high-control groups that happen to use god as a mechanism to perpetuate their abuse.)

in that same vein, religion in preschool aged children largely functions as a moral framework, which, in certain situations, can genuinely be very helpful. the christian and muslim children I have worked with especially are very often the ones that are the best at resolving conflict. they understand the concept of "treat others the way you want to be treated" and they're able to articulate it to their peers at an age where their morality is still developing and children often think in very black and white, self-centered ways. With rituals like prayer, church, etc, at such a young age they tend to consider them bonding activities. they have friends at their church or temple. their entire family prays together in the same way an agnostic family may enjoy a family dinner. again, I'm not denying that these rituals have the potential to be used to control or abuse, but they are not INHERENTLY abusive. they're normal. religion is a normal part of life for a VERY large percent of the population. telling your two year old about heaven isn't inherently going to strike the fear of god into their heart. more likely it's going to make them tell their babysitter, very earnestly, that when they go to heaven they're going to bring their legos so that we can all play legos together in heaven.

it is very likely that you, personally, have people in your life who are privately religious and you never even knew, because religion is not inherently a public statement of identity nor is it necessarily conducive to fringe or radical beliefs. it is a part of the human experience. you need to learn to be normal about religion.

[bumblingbabooshka]

AU where the Alter Ego storyline takes place over a longer period of time (The Harry-Tuvok portions stay the same in content but maybe we delve a little deeper into both of them and their burgeoning friendship when given more time...but this post isn't about that!) and Tuvok comes out as trans (not in those words) to Marayna while thinking she's just a hologram. Marayna is not trans but she resonates deeply with the loneliness she senses from Tuvok (just as she did originally) and the feeling Tuvok expresses of being 'stuck' the way you are for a multitude of reasons despite it slowly making you more and more miserable. In the alpha quadrant being a man made Tuvok a 'Husband' and 'Father' for decades - roles that have brought fulfilment. Now, alone, what does it bring? Tuvok asserts that Marayna can change, she can return to her people. She doesn't have to just bear it. "What about you, Tuvok?" she asks. The Lieutenant has no answer....things will surely remain as they've always been. Tuvok doesn't know how to change them now. Is it even worth it to change them? Tuvok's not as bad off as the emotional Marayna. There's no need to change. Why rock the boat unnecessarily, because of a (decades long deep-seated) whim? Marayna is later able to sporadically contact Tuvok somehow (she's traveling instead of being among her own people) which leads to them finally meeting up in some alien virtual space. Marayna uses the 'Marayna' (not her real name) model so Tuvok can quickly identify her and Tuvok uses a Default Vulcan Model...the fact that the model is female was sheer coincidence. It was just the first one that popped up and Tuvok doesn't care either way. Obviously. The two of them have a wonderful time observing the alien program - standing apart from the crowd but also being together. Tuvok begins spending more and more free time in the program even when Marayna isn't there. Eventually, on the last day the program can be activated (Voyager's moving out of range) after saying goodbye to Marayna Tuvok's noticed by an alien and spends the rest of the night talking with them. The alien doesn't know Tuvok and acts as if they're speaking to any other woman. When asked for a name, Tuvok says "T'Vok." Immediately afterward, Voyager goes out of range. Tuvok stares at the ceiling. Meditates. It was the same as going undercover. Nothing has changed. Nothing. That night the Vulcan dreams of someone: That fuzzy childhood-static-filled image of herself as an adult...as a woman. Waking up, Tuvok meditates again - this time not seeking to accept and overcome (as a Vulcan normally would) but to repress, erase. 'It is unnecessary' Tuvok repeats, erasing her yet again.

What if Tuvok was a closeted trans woman and the episode 'Alter Ego' got a whole lot sadder

[alicentsgf]

we talk a lot about shauna losing jackie and her baby boy and yes those are major traumas. however, i think the moment that truly changed her fundamentally was butchering javi. that moment is truly symbolic of what shes sacrificed for all of the others. she let him die to save nat and then his blood was literally on her hands because no one else could handle the burden of butchering him. this is a kid she LIKED. that she had some small bond with. she had to pull her headband over her eyes because she couldnt bear to look at what she was doing. and the others just left her alone out there cutting up his body because none of them could bear to even watch it. so shauna shoulders it alone. how does the human brain even cope with that experience? especially since every single time gen brings back a kill, shauna has to butcher that animal and relive that moment in some way again and again

and whats crazy is yes shauna resorts to violence easily, shes impulsive and deeply angry, but she doesnt enjoy killing. when she threatened the carjacker her words were much more about the power she felt over him, enjoying the fear of someone who'd wronged her, than actually threatening his life. shes willing to kill for power and control, but her relationship with the actual physical act is complex. sometimes trauma can become strangely familar and soothing, maybe thats why shauna butchers the rabbit in season 1. its like a fucked up coping mechanism based in her need to feel a level of control. and it was okay in her mind, because the rabbit had wronged her, ruined her flowers. but when gen comes back from a hunt with nothing, dont you think shaunas the one who chooses which innocent duck or rabbit has to die so that everyone can eat? like why do you think she cried over the goat? It was probably the first time in her life she was handed something innocent and told, very explicitly, that she was not going to have to hurt it.

essentially what im saying is you dont have to agree with shaunas actions to see her point of view. all she does is feed them. she told them it was what jackie wanted. she told them to wait for javi to drown. each time shes shouldered the actual burden of the choice. and all whilst not even having any faith, in the wilderness or otherwise, to alleviate her guilt. pregnant and starving and she never took extra, she makes sure everyone eats to the detriment of herself, and what does she get in return? shes left alone. in pain. she lashes out at anyone who comes near her and because of it they give up on her, like she isnt what they made her. reliving her trauma every time she peels the skin off a stag. her baby is turned into a diety for a faith she doesnt even believe in. jackie and javi too. the others take her real, human losses and make them mythology, stake a claim on them before shes even had a chance to properly grieve. and ofc these are just kids in an impossible situation needing something to believe in, so you cant even rly judge them for it. but that doesnt make shaunas rage any less understandable

[jarofstyles]

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“Do you see her?” Harry asked, pushing the trolly along the tiled floor of the market. “Don’t know if I do yet. She’s snuck off!”

Y/N had walked off to get the baguette that Harry wanted with their dinner and to be honest, he needed to put a bell on her. She got lost far too easily when they went out. Instead of their baby needing a leash, he was considering getting one for her. And not even in the sexy way, depending on what you found arousing.

Their daughter babbled a little, swiveling her head to look for any sign of her Mumma. They had a close bond, and she took her job of lookout quite seriously. Well, as seriously as she could for her age.

“S’a shame, innit Bug?” He sighed, pushing the trolly down the aisle. “Your Mumma isn’t here t’tell me no.” He was sneaky, grabbing two bags of crisps and tossing them into the cart. “Oh well. Looks like we’ve been left in the snack aisle unattended. She must trust us to get our own snacks if she’s left us to our own devices, hm?”

He grinned as the two little pigtails at the top of her head bounced when she nodded in agreement. The color of her mother’s hair and the little ringlets that Harry completely claimed as his own contribution made his heart expand further than the grinch’s must have. A perfect mix of the both of them. He wanted more, but Y/N was the one to decide when he got to have another.

“Mumma is back, and she’s telling you that she’s not givin’ you any kisses if you eat those.” Her nose scrunched in distaste, ignoring how her husband jumped in favor for giving their daughter attention. “Hi, my sweet. Sour cream and onion crisps do no one’s breath any favors, do they?” She shook her own head and her daughter followed. “Exactly. Scoot, Har.”

“Scoot! Scoot!” His daughter betrayed him as she clapped her hands, Y/N’s hip bumping his so she could control the trolly.

“What is this? I’m being ganged up on. By my favorite girls!” He grumbled, walking alongside them. “You left us unattended in the snack aisle. You can expect we got a variety of things that will lighten up our pantry. You don’t need to insult my crisp choices.”

“I’m just saying, m’not kissing you while you’ve got crisp breath. I’ve overlooked a lot of things, included the botched tattoo on your toe- I’ve grown to love it, actually, but I’ve got my boundaries.” It wasn’t that serious but she enjoyed riling him up.

“Bound Harry?” Their little one chirped, looking between the both of them. “Daddy?” She knew that other people called him that.

“Boundary, my darling.” Y/N turned her attention back to her. “It means something you say is a limit. You do not want to do it or experience it.” Tapping her little nose, she got a giggle out of it. They both had decided to talk to their children with limited baby talk and instead go with talking to them as the little humans they were. With age appropriate explanations and avoiding topics they didn’t need to know yet, they knew they wanted her to grow up with an understanding of the world that her little, growing mind could understand.

“Mummy is being mean.” Harry whispered into his lover’s ear, giving her bum a little pinch when their daughter was distracted by the colorful cereal packaging. “Denying me kisses.”

“Only if you eat the crisps.” She shrugged. “You can have as many kisses as you’d like otherwise.”

“Daddy? Up, please?” Their daughter had quickly lost interest in the cereal boxes and raised her arms up. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get tired of being pushed around and wanted the view from Harry’s arms.

“Oh, of course Bug.” He cooed, undoing the clasped seatbelt and gently loading her up into his arms. “You’re growing so fast. And you remembered your manners, thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her little cheek to make her squeal, resting her head against his shoulder. “S’almost nap time. Think we’re almost done, hm?” He lightly bounced her in his arms to soothe, something he never stopped doing from when she was born. Too big for the baby backpack(which he always kept on his front), his heart ached for that little bundle back. It was a privilege to watch her grow the way she has, though, and he wasn’t going to complain. Y/N had given him his biggest wish, given him his family. He’d be patient until she was ready for more.

“Almost, baby.” Y/N nodded affirmatively. “We’ll go to the frozen and be all done. Alright?“

The beginnings of sleepiness was on her face and her heart melted at the view of her in Harry’s arms. Every time she saw her husband holding their baby in his arms, she was closer to caving into giving him another.

Soon.

[playstation-dreamcast]

Loved your hc's on the residents evil boys! Since your requests are open could you perhaps make headcanons on Wesker's flirting game? I bet he's good at it y'know to get people on his side but when he ACTUALLY likes someone? Man got no game. He's probably going full autism mode and tells about his special interest and shit <- I see it but that's my opinion though LOL

Oooo, we have different takes here actually. I love yours, and I can see it! But, here's my take!

Wesker Headcanons: Flirting Edition!

Gif is by @digitalangel777 btw!!!

Okay so first of all, I don’t really think Wesker flirts to be honest. At least, not intentionally. This is mostly because I don’t see Wesker as the type of guy to develop, nor clock his attraction to someone immediately. It takes time!

Wesker flirting is him remembering your coffee order and leaving it on your desk. It’s him not completely tearing you to shreds when you make an obvious mistake. It’s him praising your work when you actually do a good job, beyond just “Well done.” Wesker flirting is him being able to speak with you casually about something, rather than being so damn professional and wound up all the time, ya feel me?

He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until it's too late. Until he’s in his car and Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears comes on and he catches himself daydreaming about you. You could the quick, sharp “Fuck!” He let out from the next car over. 

I think after that he’s kinda in cringefail mode ngl. Like, he’s trying to avoid you, but he’s integrated himself so much into your life and you so much into his that it is neigh on impossible, and he can’t stop giving you special treatment now, cause that makes you sad and he genuinely can’t stand when you get that glossy, upset look in your eyes

He’s not flustered. I think he’s a little too well composed for that. But he did, in fact, catch himself rambling to you for like, 45 minutes about the different strains of Flu after you told him you had just gotten your flu shot. And while you were a good sport and humored him the entire time, that was genuinely a mortifying experience for him. Had him staring at himself in the bathroom mirror at the RPD like:

“Get It Together Albert.”

He starts to actively look into you. Not necessarily in a “I have your official government docs” kinda way, but more in a “I’ve spoken to your friends and now know your favorite type of candy. Here, I got some for you.” Kind of way. More of a “You said you liked this movie. I watched it so we can talk about it. I liked Neo.” type of way, ya know? He’s going beyond the bare minimum office cordiality to actually try to connect

This is incredibly hard for him- you have to understand. The only other person he’s connected with on a human level bonded with him over unethical experiments and medical malpractice- give him time

He flirts by building a snowman with you. (This is my shameless self promo)

Oh, he also flirts by sharing his snacks. I think Wesker is genuinely really possessive of food for lack of a better word. I headcanon that he probably faced some food insecurity growing up (the boys home withholding food as punishment type deal), so he’s not big on sharing. Typically. For you though? Of course you can have the other half of his Twix. Here, don’t tell the others he hides suckers in his desk, but take one. Do you want to try this new weird chip flavor he found with him?

This is him taking care of you btw. Look at him, he’s such a good provider. He’d be so good at taking care of any potential offspring you have. Surely you want him, he is displaying so many Desirable Traits ™

This is how humans think, right? Like this is how it works? Of course it is, he’s an expert in human psychology. 

I think he eventually gets tired of beating around the bush honestly. And when that happens, a scene not unlike this one plays out

Aaaanyway- in conclusion, I think that Wesker is really good at flirting when the job calls for it and he needs to get people on his side. In that sense, he’s very good at it. But, outside of that context, he sucks at flirting. Mostly because it feels a lot like manipulation. So he doesn’t actually “flirt” to show his attraction. But there will be signs. (It’s the cup of coffee exactly the way you  like it on your desk btw. That’s the sign)

[astra-ravana]

Tips For Working With Demons

Here are some tips and general advice for working with demons and spirits. I'll probably add more to this list as things come to mind.

• These are individuals, people like you and me. Many of them have had human incarnations here on Earth. They understand your struggle and have their own issues and emotions as well. They have favorite things, best friends, family, and feelings. They are powerful, yes, but should also be treated with love and respect.

• They can and will speak to you. If you possess psychic abilities you may be able to channel some or all demons. People often ask how to tell the difference between the voice of a spirit, or an internal voice or hallucination. Spirit will never speak over you, interupt your ability to think freely, or control your mind. They simply speak, if you're willing to listen. They may also manifest physically, move objects, visit your dreams, send you signs, they have many ways to get their point across.

• Do not stress over time. If you haven't spoken to or left an offering to your patron demon in a few weeks because you've been depressed or busy, this is fine. Spirits do not experience time as we do and your absence is little more than a blink of an eye to them.

• Get creative with your offerings. King Paimon loves chocolate, Bune loves fancy perfume, Lucifer fancies himself some whiskey. You may wonder how offerings help demons, since they lack a mortal body. All physical beings possess a spirit and as such, all physical objects possess an essence. This essence can be absorbed by a spirit to allow them to taste/experience the offering. This gives them energy as well. Fun fact: once the essence of a consumable offering is taken it will be dull and tasteless. Try it sometime.

• Remember to say "thank you". Show appreciation and gratitude to any demons that lend their time and power to enhance your life. This is a team effort and no one likes to be used. Friendship and growth should be your top priorities when working with spiritual entities.

• Go ahead and draw that sigil badly. It's ok to only give a tiny drop of blood. Demons are far from perfect and do not expect perfection from you. Your effort and intention is what matters most.

• Stay away from Solomonic or Abrahamic methods that aim to control or trap demons. This is not likely to end well for you and it is a huge betrayal to the trust of a powerful cosmic being. If you are afraid of the interaction, there are many other forms of personal protection you can employ.

• Chances are there is a demon or spirit that resonates with you. Don't get discouraged if your first several attempts don't spark a connection. Read up on different entities and mediatate to find where you should try next.

• Let go of your preconceived expectations. Demons are not going to just make you rich, successful, or smart. These things are the result of forming strong bonds of power and raising one's consciousness. Often times you won't get what you want, but what you need instead. Spirits can see the bigger picture of who we are, our capabilities, and our soul's path. Trust their vision.

[obscurenothings]

when some people say peeta and katniss are only together because they trauma bonded it makes me so mad because first of all katniss already had a massive crush on him even pre-games she's like "oh he's so strong and nice and selfless it's highly suspicious he's just so perfect"

and of course peeta and katniss can understand each other in a way gale would never be able to because of the games, but the games actually did more to mess up their relationship than move it along (see exhibit A: katniss not wanting to let herself love peeta because the capitol took away her ability to choose him for herself)

but more than that, gale doesn't appreciate/value human life as much as peeta does, so peeta can offer more comfort in the guilt katniss feels after the games and the revolution because he gets it more than gale would

obviously the experience in the hunger games connected them in a deep and important way, but it's in no way the only reason they're together, katniss even talks about that on the last page of the last chapter, "this was always going to happen". it's not just the games or trauma that attached them, it's them as individuals and the way they foil each other and just LOVE EACH OTHER

[dark-moonlust]

Weretiger’s Mate

Pairing: Weretiger monster x human reader

Summary: getting lost in the jungle puts you face to face with your waretiger mate, a monster born of human experiments.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem receiving), barbed 🍆, knotting with barb, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

It was a lovely evening, perfect for an exploration. The sounds of the jungle surrounded you—chirping insects, calls of birds, and the rustle of leaves as you parted the foliage and walked forward. You’d been separated from your traveling group and as you tried to find your way back to the camp, you happened to find a part of the jungle that was incredibly beautiful.

An untouched paradise. You wanted to explore. Just for a few minutes.

So you indulged your curiosity and delved deeper into the greenery.

You froze when you heard a low growl.

Moving as little as possible, you let your eyes scan your surroundings. Out of nowhere, a massive figure emerged from the undergrowth—a beast, looking only a little like a tiger and more like huge and menacing monster. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. The monster stood tall on its powerful, clawed legs, towering nearly two meters high, and walking like a human.

But he wasn’t a human.

Sharp fangs peeked out of his snarling mouth. His body spoke of raw power, with broad shoulders and rippling muscles covered in a coat of striped fur. The stripes were black, running across his orange-tinged fur. He could snap you without even trying. His face was a terrifying blend of human and feline, with glowing red eyes that seemed to pierce through you.

Suddenly it struck you. He was a weretiger, one of the few ones in the world. Weretigers were failed superhuman experiments, a terrifying merge of monster and human. Only a few existed in the world. And it was just your luck to meet one.

“I’m dead meat,” you whispered to yourself, fear paralyzing you.

The massive beast began to prowl towards you, slowly, his paws touching the ground with grace despite his size— the movements of a predator. More tears leaked down your face when he stood before you and bent down to your height to stare into your eyes. He was mere inches away from your face and he dwarfed your small form. You stayed frozen, apart from your sobs of course.

“Do not weep,” he ordered, his voice husky and vibrating.

Widening your eyes, you gazed at his wild red ones and you felt an inexplicable pull, something tugging at your heart. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell his musky scent. What stupid feelings were these? He was about to eat you—

“Stop crying,” he ordered again, baring his fangs. “I will not eat you, little human.”

“Promise?” you asked as if getting a promise form a beast would make the fear ease.

“I promise,” he said, softer this time.

The fear did ease at the sound of his soft tone.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said and before you could react leaned in and sniffed you, taking in your scent. You tensed but didn’t move. His breath was hot against your skin, his snout trailing your neck before burying in your hair. He growled deep from within his chest and that sound sent shivers down your spine and went straight to your pussy. He growled again, gave you that delicious sound that made your body vibrate and your pussy wet.

His eyes flared with possessiveness. “You’re aroused. I can smell your sweet scent.”

He moved closer, his fur brushing against your skin. You shivered but you no longer felt fear to his proximity. It was strange. Very strange.

“Do not resist the bond,” he said. “Touch me.”

“I… I don’t understand,” you murmured, shaking your head. “Why do I feel this way?”

“Because you’re fated to be mine, little one.”

“No… no it’s not—”

“You’re mine,” he rumbled darkly. “Touch me.”

When you didn’t move, the weretiger took your small hands in his big clawed ones and brought you to touch his fur. Shyly, your fingers trailed through the fur on his chest. He watched you intently, growling in a low primitive sound that, not only did it not terrify you, but aroused you instead. What was happening? You removed your hand with a gasp.

Somewhere deep inside, you understood. The bond you felt was undeniable, you found yourself drawn to him but this… this couldn’t go on—

Your thoughts died out when he scooped you up, effortlessly throwing you over his broad shoulder. You cried out, your hands instinctively gripping his fur for balance.

“Hey! Put me down!” you protested as he walked defiantly forward.

The beast didn’t respond and kept walking, his grip on you gentle but secure.

“I don’t like this!” You struggled against him, but couldn’t do anything. “I mean it! Set me down! This very moment.”

Ignoring your protests, he continued on, until he arrived at a hidden cave. His home. His cave was dimly lit but pleasantly cool. He set you down carefully on a huge stone bed, his eyes never leaving you. His gaze was intense and curious, as if he was trying to decide what to do with you.

You realized with shock that you were still clutching him, fingers sinking into the fur around his neck which was slightly longer.

Damn, but he was big and strong. There was something majestic, some kind of magnetism that pulled you to him even if he represented primal danger.

Terrified to accept your thoughts for him, you ripped your hands from him and backed away, but the stone wall behind you offered no retreat.

Your pulse quickened.

And then the beast in him acted.

His sharp nails were at your clothes, slicing through your clothing, the fabric tearing easily. He didn’t touch your skin, he was extremely precise but even so, you gasped and squirmed, instinctively trying to cover yourself. But his movements were quick and efficient. He tugged at more clothing, ripped your bra and underwear and even removed your shoes and socks. Within moments, you were completely bare before him, your clothes in tatters.

You glared up at him, legs squeezed together, arms crossed over your arms. “You horny beast—"

Your world’s ended in a moan when he bent over you, a long tongue dragging over your neck. A moan escaped you even if your arms pushed against his chiseled chest. But you miscalculated. Your breasts were no longer covered by your hands and he descended upon them with a feral growl, cupping both tits in his large, clawed paws. With surprising gentleness, he reshaped the underside of your pert tits, watching as they molded under his touch.

“Such softness,” he rumbled, his voice deep. “So delectable.”

“Hnn… don’t,” you mumbled even if a shiver of arousal ran through you.

The hint of a smile formed on his monster face then he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick your nipples. He toyed with one bud, circling the pink areola before turning to the other. You squirmed, fighting to suppress your moans as his tongue suckled and wetted your breasts, his mouth warm and delightfully wet. His touches overwhelmed your body, more liquid heat gathering between your squirming legs.

“Hmmm, pretty nipples,” he growled, eyes locking onto yours as he circled one tight bud with his tongue. “Pink and delicious.”

Another moan bubbled out from you, no longer restrained but loud. You gripped the fur at his shoulders watching as his tongue travelled down your belly, tracing every inch of your stomach, heading clearly for your mound. Big clawed hands gripped your knees and pulled them wide apart, exposing your glistening pussy.

And then he was down there, burying his snout between your legs, his breath hot against your pussy. You gasped and whined lewdly, your resistance waning as that primal part of you responded to his touch. You heard as he stroked you, his tongue licking your plump folds, slick sounds echoing in the cave. The wet appendage tasted your aching sex, then thrusted inside, his snout nuzzling your needy clit.

“This,” he growled softly, tongue spearing your pussy. “This is the best part of you, little one. Tight little pussy, leaking sweet nectar for me.”

“Ahnnn…hn… there…oh, there,” your hips jerked, hands gripping his fur, pulling him closer. He devoured you like the beast he was and gods you loved it.

“Does it feel good, mate?”

“Feels—ngh… so good...I need..need—”

Your words were a slur, ending in heavy and delirious moans as your orgasm hit you, the sensations electric. Head falling back against the bed, you arched your body and opened your legs obscenely, offering your pussy to him. Pleasure surged from your head to toes and despite your violent thrashing, his tongue still worked you as he drank in every drop of your release.

When you finally came down from your high, you laid beneath him, breathless and compliant. You looked at him, your eyes hazy with lust. With a few more licks at your inner thighs, he settled back on his haunches, huge hands caressing your breasts. He lifted his head, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“You are mine,” he rumbled. “My mate.”

There was slight pause before you nodded softly, unable to deny the bond between you.

A soft hitch of breath left you when you noticed the hard cock protruding from his legs. Fuck, he was big and monstrous. The massive cockhead was a little pointy, slick with his arousal, and the rest of his length was thick and long, surrounded by protruding veins. Heavy, hairy balls hung from between his legs but what surprised and aroused you more was the barb at the base of his shaft, ridged and as thick as your fist.

He positioned himself between your legs, draping them over his large hairy thighs and dragged your pussy closer to his monstrous cock.

“I’m going to fuck you now, little mate. Do you understand?”

“Hgh… I want it, too, want your cock,” you said, reaching out to touch him, your fingers were unable to wrap around his girth. “It’s so big. Will it fit?”

“Your pretty little pussy will take me because you’re my mate. My fated one.”

He licked your tits with his rough tongue and at the same time pushed his hips forward, the tip of his cock parting your moist pussy lips and easing the way inside. You gasped as he surged inside you, spreading your walls, inch by inch his fullness invading you. He bottomed out inside you with a growl, cock filling you completely, so deep inside that it took your breath away.

Arching your back, loud whimpers left your mouth as he fucked you. Holding your tiny waist in his big hands, he pumped powerfully inside you, watching as his dick came out covered with your juices before thrusting back inside your depths. You gripped his arms for dear life, nails digging into his fur-covered skin.

Each thrust drove you higher and higher, your climax building rapidly and erupting in an explosion of senses. You cried out as the second climax crashed over you, your walls clenching and unclenching around the thick cock stretching you. He followed right after with a feral roar, the barb at the base of his shaft probing your entrance. A growl and he thrust inside with the barb, locking himself inside you.

Whining in pleasure, you came again, stars floating in your vision. All you could feel was the impossible fullness and the hot cum spurting inside you, filling you up over and over until it dripped out of you. Your weretiger’s powerful body shuddered above you, his arms cradling you protectively.

It was minutes later when he slowly pulled out and with a lewd squelch, his barb came out. You winced at the separation of your bodies. Your mate seemed entranced by the sight of your pussy, leaking with his load. He brought you to his lap, not caring about the mess and nuzzled your neck, a low purr vibrating through his chest.

“My precious mate,” he drawled proudly.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a strange mixture of love and submission. “Hmm, I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

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THE DAMNED PLAN ( Jason todd! )

summary: When Talia orders you to follow Jason during his training, you didn't think her plan would work so well.

pairing: Jason todd x Assassin! fem reader

note: I'm gonna use a lot the vibes of the redhood lost days comics so if you see something similar, that's why

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The first and only time you'd ever seen the Lazarus Pit work was when Talia carried Jason's body, which still wasn't responding as it had before. He moved with reflexes that weren't his own, with a strength she didn't quite recognize as her own. Every muscle felt new. Every thought, old and rusty, needed it to become a normal person again, to stop acting like muscle memory and become a rational being again.

You had been amazed to see the results of the well, the complete opposite of the great Ra's Al Ghul, the immortal man cried out to heaven for his daughter's actions, how could she have risked leaving a man completely crazy just to be able to win the love of the masked man? And without hesitating for a moment he decided to send him away from everything, far from where his former guardian could find him and far from his new protector, Talia.

But he didn't expect his daughter's obsession with his new experiment to go so far as to help him escape and allow him to gain the knowledge he needed to achieve what he so desperately wanted: his revenge.

"Talia won't survive alone there," you said, crossing your arms, your gaze fixed on the reflection Jason cast against the still waters of the Pit.

"That's precisely why he won't be," Talia replied. "He'll have good company."

The voice of Ra's's daughter was like a blade wrapped in silk. You never knew if she was flattering you or warning you.

You turned to her, unsurprised. You already knew it; you were with him. "Why me?" you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

"Because I know you won't betray me," Talia replied, without even looking at you. "He'll trust you, you know what to do."

And that was all.

Months had passed since that conversation with Talia. Months since the first time you saw Jason, a boy filled with pent-up resentment and anger. Someone who no longer expected anything from anyone, feeling utterly betrayed. His goal was to keep training until he was ready for his revenge. For that day when he could repay all the suffering and forgetfulness he'd experienced.

Talia knew what she was doing when she sent you with him. It only took a look and a few words for you to understand what she expected of you, and it worked.

Jason had begun to trust you, just as Talia had told you, although it hadn't been immediate, you had managed to do so. You spent almost twenty four hours a day together. You trained, fought, and argued, but you were always there for him.

You were the only thing he had in this new life.

After the Pit, he was back. He no longer just looked like a robot, but he wasn't a complete human being either. His body was stronger, his reflexes sharper, but something in him was broken. He moved like a soldier, but sometimes he looked like a lost boy, and although he didn't say it out loud, you had also become his safe place.

It was a strange bond they had, but it grew stronger every day, so much so that sometimes you could even get confused.

So, just when you thought their bond was stable, the night they went on the mission seemed like just another one. It was a simple job: get in, retrieve the information, get out without a trace.

That's what you two said, that's what you had planned and what you both had agreed to, but Jason didn't understand what it meant to follow a plan.

"Not yet," you whispered into the communicator, hidden in the shadows as you watched from the top of the complex.

"They're distracted, it's now or never," he replied.

“Wait for my signal,” you insisted in a firm voice.

"I'm not good at waiting."

With a dry scream, he fell on the first guard, knocking him out, and the stealth crumbled like a house of cards. Within seconds, the alarms sounded. The lights came on. The shooting began. From one moment to the next, you found him in the center of the chaos. He had taken down three men, but one was coming at him from behind with a knife, and another was aiming a gun from a distance.

“Shit, Jason!” you growled, jumping down from the beam to cover his flank.

It was brutal.

You moved with surgical precision. Every blow, every shot, every dodge was calculated. Jason was pure impulse. Fury in human form.

And that almost killed him again.

One of the guards, wounded but conscious, raised a weapon from the ground. Jason didn't see him. He was distracted, turning to another target.

You saw him, and you didn't hesitate for a second. You jumped in front of him, the shot grazing your arm, but you kept going, knocking down the enemy with a quick spin, your face impassive, your breathing controlled.

Jason stood still, staring at you.

The noise of the fight was beginning to fade. Now only the two of you remained.

" you okay?" he asked, without moving.

"I'm fine, can't you see?" you replied, clenching your jaw as you covered the wound.

"You got shot because of me..."

"Yes, they did, happy?"

"You could have left me," he tried to speak before you interrupted him.

"It doesn't work that way, Jason. Stick to the damn plan."

The cut on your arm burned, but not as much as the rage you felt, your breathing was still labored, colliding with each other.

"What the fuck was that?" you spat, moving closer. "Do you want to die? Is that the plan?"

"It was under control," he murmured, but even he didn't believe it.

"They were going to blow your fucking head off, Jason." You stared at him, frowning as you kept your hand resting on your wound. "Haven't you learned anything all this time? Because if its that, I'm gonna tell Talia that I can't handle you and I'm going to leave."

He frowned, not out of anger, but from something deeper. Guilt, perhaps, shame, but also something you didn't want to name, something you'd learned to read over all your years of training.

The air grew thick between you, you were so close you could feel the heat emanating from his body, the tension in his muscles, it was pure, ill-contained need.

"Don't mix things up," you said, although your voice no longer sounded as firm.

"They're already messed up," he replied. His gaze rested on your wound for a second, then returned to yours. "It's been a while, and it's all your fault. Do you think I don't notice everything you do?" His voice was low, raspy, and he continued, taking a step closer. "Every time you touch me in training. Every time you talk to me like that. Every time you look at me and then pretend it was nothing."

And then he did it, he kissed you.

The gesture was clumsy, abrupt, impulsive, like everything about him. He acted without thinking, with the urgency of someone who didn't know if he'd ever get another chance. Your lips didn't move at first; you stayed still, feeling his movements, but you didn't push him either, you didn't stop him, and for him, it was almost a victory.

When he pulled away, his eyes searched yours, as if he expected you to either tell him it was okay or tear him apart.

"If you do whatever you want again, I swear I'll kill you, Jason Todd" you whispered.

[tomboy014]

Tamaranean Siblings, Part 2!

After the Body Swap incident, Phantom and Starfire get close.  Really close.  Turns out swapping bodies breaks down a lot of boundaries, and unlike Raven, the two have bonded.  Starfire has always been a hugger, and she’s taken to carrying Phantom around like a teddy bear. Phantom is used to having a red-headed big sister, and ever since his parents worked the ecto-deflectors into their jumpsuits, he might maybe be a teensy bit touch starved.  He loves to sprawl over Starfire whenever they hang out together.

It’s driving Robin up the wall.  Phantom knows he’s been crushing on Starfire for a while, and he goes and does this?!  He can’t help but get more brusque with Phantom, to the point it starts to interfere with group dynamics, and it prompts even Starfire to tell him off for it.

Danny confronts Dick privately to tell him off for being a total dingus.  As far as the two of them are concerned, Kor’i and Danny are basically siblings now.  He’s knows Dick has a crush on her;  that’s why Danny has been trying to talk him up to Kor’i so she’ll give him a chance, and his attitude is not helping.  Dick needs to CHILL OUT!

Robin: … Who?

Phantom: You live with her for pete’s sake! How do you not know her first name?!

This is also where it comes to light that Robin/Dick doesn’t actually have any dating experience.

Robin is a super popular super hero, leader of his team, and supposedly smooth and charismatic.  Dick Grayson is the adopted son of Bruce frickin’ Wayne and beloved by the public. Danny’s at the bottom of the social ladder and he still got a date with the most popular girl in school. Twice!  How are you this bad at girls? 

Either way, things with Robin start to calm down and the group dynamic returns to normal (though Danny will never let him live down his lack of love life).  But things in the training room start to heat up. 

Starfire and Phantom now have a much better understanding of each other’s limits, and the gloves are off.  The whole tower shakes whenever the two of them spar together, and they’re both experimenting with new ways to use their energy powers after seeing how the other uses theirs.  Phantom even manages to give Starfire a black eye for the first time, and she’s ecstatic! It’s a Tamaranean thing.  In their culture, it’s an accomplishment when a younger sibling to visibly injures the elder sibling for the first time.  It shows how much the younger has grown and how well the elder has taught them.  Starfire is super proud and posts it all over SpaceBook.

But Phantom has ulterior motives for pushing Starfire the way he has been.  No one knows his strengths like Starfire does.  More importantly, no one knows his weaknesses the way she does.  If there’s anyone who’d know how to stop him…

Phantom asks Starfire to be his contingency plan, and explains everything that happened in The Ultimate Enemy, about his future self, what he did, and how terrified he is if he one day becomes that.  If that ever happens, he wants her to be the one to take him out.

Don’t try to talk him out of it.  He already gets it enough from his friends and sister that it won’t happen.  That he’s a good person.  He doesn’t need to worry about that, etc.  He’s heard it all before, but… None of them have actually agreed or promised to end him if it does happen.  And if it does… his friends are only human, and they couldn’t stop him before.

Starfire agrees.  She can see how important this is to him, and she won’t lose Danny to a dark path the same way she lost her sister.  The wave of relief that washes over him breaks Starfire’s heart.  These must be the horrible feelings that led him to develop the Ghostly Wail.

Still, she is confident that this future won’t come to pass because he chooses not to let it happen.  She, too, has been flung forward into a bleak future, but she knows nothing in the past, present or future is set in stone.  She fought and changed the future with her own two hands.  She’s knows Phantom is strong enough to do the same. 

While Dick and Danny were never really good at staying in contact with each other, Kor’i is and keeps up her relationship with Danny even after he “retires.”  She knew months before Dick of Jason did that he took the job at Arkham and is happy for him.  It may not be the career path he wanted, but he found a good job and a way to still help people without his powers. 

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