#i would like my space to Feel clean when it's clean. rather than just... physically tidy. i want the vibes to also feel clean!!

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kind of want to start transitioning into a more cleancut "adult" vibe to ... if not my bedroom then at least my deskspace in the rec room. it's just difficult because the kids in the system and Sunny love childish decor (and I do too tbh fdsjkl) but it is just so visually cluttered and I think I will feel a bit better and less scattered and overwhelmed if there is less visual clutter. autism moment LMAO.

[knowledge-from-the-abyss]

Deity Work vs Deity Worship

What is deity worship? 

Deity worship is when you venerate and revere a deity/deities. There are many ways to do this;  there is no right or wrong way to worship a deity, it is whatever you feel drawn to do for them. Many people in the pagan community do this in their own unique way, while some will follow more organized, ritualistic ways of worshipping their deities. 

I will go more into detail about the various ways to venerate deities below. 

What is deity work? 

Working with a deity is a more intensive, interactive relationship. Working with a deity often involves actively communicating with them through things such as divination (tarot, oracle, pendulums, dice, osteomancy, shufflemancy etc) and psychic abilities. It can also involve them being more active in your practice, guiding you in both mundane and magical ways. A very common way deities work with someone is by doing shadow work with them, but there are many other things people do with deities that fall under the category of ‘deity work’.

How do I work with a deity/deities?

There are a lot of ways that you can work with a deity. As mentioned above a very common way of working with them is by doing shadow work with them. They will often guide the practitioner on various prompts to focus on. Another common way that you can work with deities is doing spellwork with them, such as doing protections, cleansing, banishment, and even baneful magic with them. 

Some of the things my deities work with me on is teaching me about energy work and weather magic. 

As with deity worship, there are no right or wrong ways to work with a deity. 

Altars

Many people will set up altars for their deities as a way to either work with or worship them (or both!). Here are some popular things you can put on your altar!

Candles 

Statues

Incense holders/fountains

Altar cloth

Decanter

Spell jars 

Crystals 

Herb pouches

Sigils

Books

Offering dish

Cups

Divination tools 

There are many other items you can put on your altars for your deities. This is just a short list, both of items I myself have put on altars before, and things I see others put on their altars. 

A lot of people also use their altars as a place to connect with their deities (which can get into deity work) as well as a place to do spellwork.

I’m going to answer some common questions about altars I see here. 

Can I put two/multiple deities on the same altar? 

Yes, you can. Some people (like myself) even create altars for entire pantheons, rather than individual deities. In addition, these deities do not all need to be from the same pantheon either. I have had altars where Loki and Leviathan were sharing the same general space (with different items in different sections for just one of them, and some items being placed there for both of them).

Can I add/remove/use things from my altar? 

Yes. You can (and should) clean your altar and you are of course allowed to use the items on your altar. Many people will store their divination tools on their altar, for instance. 

What if I do not have space for an altar/can’t have a physical altar? 

Digital altars are a very valid practice, I currently do not have enough space for all the altars I would want for the deities I worship/work with. I have seen people make altars in Minecraft, on Picrew, and I have altars set up on Pinterest as well. I have also used Pinterest’s collage function to make moodboards for my deities in order to honor them; these can count as digital altars as well. Some people make their own discord servers and use that space as a digital altar for their deities (I also have this set up for my deities too). On these digital altars, you can include pictures of how the deity appears to you, pictures of statues to represent them; themes surrounding what they rule over, colors, animals and plants they may be associated with, and much more. Just like a physical altar, you can get very creative with what you include. 

Will my deities get mad if someone else touches the altar? 

I’ve heard (and also experienced myself) times where family members or roommates will mess with someone’s altar. There seems to be a lot of fear with this; people are afraid it will anger the deity if the altar is accidentally touched. However, deities are very understanding and know that most times the person is unaware that the space is an altar; they won’t get mad if their stuff is accidentally touched, removed, or if someone else disposes of old offerings. 

Now, if someone is messing with it on purpose, with malicious intent, that might be different. However, especially for those in the broom closet, the deity is still not going to be mad at the practitioner or punish you in any way. 

Moving on from altars, I’m going to answer some questions I see when it comes to deity worship/work, before fully getting into the difference. 

Do certain deities not get along? 

Again this is something I see asked a lot online, both for deities of the same pantheon and deities of different pantheons. This comes down to personal experience. Many people think and might assume that deities who did not get along in their myths do not get along in real life either. However, at least for me, this is rarely the case. Remember, these are higher beings and the myths are just that -stories, that have been made up by humans. The myths do not reflect how they may be in real life. 

There are definitely instances where deities genuinely do not get along; I have experienced this in my own practice. However, this is oftentimes not because of myth-related disagreements but rather because the deities disagree on what may be best for the practitioner. This might also occur simply because the deities' energies do not mix well, it’s less that they don’t get along and more so that their energies clash with each other. This does not mean that you should stop working with these deities together if this is the case. Sometimes opposing energies are necessary.It’s also always a good idea to ask the deities themselves how they feel about the situation and what they think you should do. 

Will my deities get mad if I’m not able to give consistent offerings? 

This is another question I see a lot. Deities understand that we are human, we have our mundane lives to live, and we may not always have time or money to be able to buy offerings for them. There are many ways to give offerings to your deities, and some can be free and non-physical offerings too. I’ll go through some offerings I give to my team a lot, and some offerings you can do that are more non-physical or broom closet friendly. 

Doing shadow work in their honor/with them if you have a working relationship with them

Cooking/eating in their honor 

Bathing in their honor 

Putting on makeup in their honor 

Any form of self-care

Doing art/reading in their honor

Going on a walk/drive

Cleaning in their honor

Practicing divination

Journaling

Writing letters to them

There are many other offerings you can give to them, this is just a list of some of the things I do and some common things I see others do as well.

Do I need to pray to my deity/deities? How do I pray? 

Prayer is often a big part of deity worship, however it is definitely not a requirement. Prayer is when you ask your deities for something. You can do this in a very ritualistic way, lighting candles, sitting on the floor, etc, or you can do this in a very casual manner (like sending a quick prayer to them on your way to work). Again, there is no right or wrong way to pray to the deities you worship, there are many different ways you can do this. 

How do I start deity work?

Starting deity work will often involve reaching out to the deity/deities you are wanting to work with. You can do this in many ways, it can be as simple as calling out the deities name and saying ‘I would like to work with you, I’d like you to be more involved in my practice’. Using divination tools such as tarot or oracle cards, pendulums, spirit boards, etc can also help greatly in communicating and developing a relationship with the deity you are wanting to work with. 

Is my deity mad at me because…

The answer to this is most likely ‘no’. It takes a lot to piss a deity off. This question often comes from people who grew up with Abrahamic religions that taught them that making mistakes would anger ‘god’. The pagan gods do not get angry because you make mistakes or are not perfect. It is very hard to actually offend them, unless you do something purposefully to try to piss them off, you will not make them angry. They might get frustrated at us sometimes for falling into the same cycles and bad habits, but this is much different than them actually being angry. 

I also want to address blowing out candles specifically with this question. Some people see it as rude to blow out candles that are devoted to specific deities or used as a form of divination. It is not rude to blow out candles at all, if you have finished communicating with your deity, or are simply moving to a different room/leaving your house, or need to blow it out for whatever reason, you can absolutely do so. The deities do not see it as rude and will not get angry at you for doing this. They might be a bit sad/disappointed, but again this is different than them being genuinely angry. It's like having to tell a friend you have to get off a call with them, even though you still want to talk to them. They might be a bit disappointed but they will understand. 

Is __ a sign from my deities?

The answer to this is complicated; discernment is very important when it comes to answering this question. An easy way to answer this is by asking the deity through divination if whatever you experienced really was a sign. Sometimes deities will send signs in unusual ways (even through social media, yes I know that’s controversial but it does happen sometimes). 

The other question to ask is: did I ask for a sign? There have been times where I will ask for signs and they may show me the sign in a weird way (like asking to see a specific type of bird in my area, and then seeing it on a postcard, for instance). 

Can I reach out to deities? How do I reach out to a deity? 

Yes! As long as the deity is not from a closed/gated practice you are not part of, you can reach out to whoever you want! There are many different ways you can go about reaching out to them; I first recommend doing research on the deity you are wanting to reach out to (this in itself may get their attention and let them know you are interested in them). A very simple way to reach out to them is simply by calling their name, and telling them you wish to work with them or are going to be honoring them. 

What are closed/gated practices? 

Closed and gated practices are usually religions where you need to either be born or initiated into the culture in order to practice it. Many of these practices are closed or gated because of other cultures and religions attempting to appropriate these practices, or erase things within these cultures. 

What do I do if a closed practice deity reaches out to me, but I’m not part of that culture? 

This is going to get controversial, but this is my opinion especially as someone who is part of several closed practices myself. In my opinion, while practices themselves can be closed, deities are not. Deities are independent beings from us, they do what they want outside of human rules and laws. If a deity from a closed practice reaches out to you, my advice is to do tons of research first. There are some closed practices that have officials who can help you with figuring out if a deity from that culture truly is reaching out to you, and can give advice on what to do moving forward. My other piece of advice is to not ignore the deity calling you. There have been some instances where I ignored the call from some of the closed practice deities I now work with, and while it didn’t necessarily anger them that I ignored them, it did annoy them and they were incredibly persistent with their presences until I did acknowledge them. 

What do I do if I need to take a break from practicing? How do I let my deities know? 

Breaks are very healthy and help with preventing burnout when it comes to practicing witchcraft or being pagan in general. If you feel you need to take a break, I recommend just letting the deities you are working with or worshipping know in whatever manner you usually use to communicate with them (a very easy way is just telling them ‘hey, I need to take a break’). They will understand and they will wait for you to be ready to resume practicing with them. Like with previously mentioned situations, they will not get angry at you for simply needing to step away for a bit. A lot of deities may even continue to be around you while you are on break as well, to show that they still care about you and are willing to support you. 

How do I balance working with multiple deities? 

This is, of course, dependent on you as a person. I know some people who make schedules, while others will allow the deities to decide when to show up in their practice. Since I work with quite a few deities and pantheons, generally I dedicate each week to a different pantheon, and dedicate each day to a different deity from that pantheon. I also have picker wheels that I use for this; this is both to make it more ‘fun’ for my ADHD brain (lol) and also to allow the deities to decide who wants to be more present during the week. Sometimes, deities may also decide to be more or less present depending on what you’re going through in life and what type of guidance you are needing. There may be times where a deity will take a step back so that someone else can step forward to take over guiding you a bit more. This is all very normal when it comes to deity work; not every deity needs the same amount of attention and not all of them will always be equally present, and that's ok! 

There are also sometimes where a deity will decide they have taught you all you need to know, and they may discuss ending the working relationship with you entirely. This does not necessarily mean you will never see them again, but it may mean that they show up a lot less, as they have guided you in all the ways they feel you needed them for. Oftentimes, this will happen years and years into you working with them, and you may even realize that this is going to happen before an official discussion about it is mentioned. You can, of course, continue to honor and worship them even after they have officially stopped working with you. 

Another subject I want to address here is that while you can absolutely reach out to and generally work with multiple deities, it's also important to remember to not rush into things. At the beginning of my practice, the only deities I had around me for years were Hades and Loki. After I had been researching and practicing for at least 6-7 years, that's when new deities started approaching me and when I felt comfortable reaching out to some deities as well. I know that working with multiple deities can be overwhelming, which is why I have covered how to manage this so thoroughly. If you are a fairly new practitioner who has multiple deities who are interested in working with you, or if you are interested in working with them, I definitely advise that you take it slow. Research the deities who are reaching out or who you are interested in, learn about them, and slowly start contacting them as you feel comfortable. This is still something I do to this day. 

Everyone’s practice is different; I know people who have been working with the same deity for 10+ years and have hardly interacted with other deities during their practice. On the other hand, I also know people who were approached by several deities at once in the beginning of their practice, and who were consistently approached by various deities over the years as well. It all depends on the deities around you, what they feel you need, and ultimately, what you feel is best for your practice. Whether you wish to work with just a few deities, or many, that is up to you; just make sure that you are also taking your own health into account while doing so! 

How do I know if a deity is reaching out to me? 

I discussed signs a little bit earlier on in this post, however I did want to cover this question specifically. There are many ways deities can send signs to us or let us know they are around. For someone who is more in-tune with their psychic abilities, they may feel different energies when different deities are around. They may even be able to see, hear and possibly even smell the deities around them at times as well and this may be a way to figure out if someone new is around. Another easy method you can use is doing divination to check and see if a new deity is around. As I mentioned above, deities do use social media sometimes to send us signs and sometimes even to show us that they are reaching out. This is another instance where discernment is important; if you interact with a video about a certain deity on Tiktok, for instance, it's a lot more likely the app will start showing you more videos about that deity. So it's important to use other methods (such as divination) to figure out if a deity is truly reaching out, or if it's just social media’s algorithms at play. As I addressed above, sometimes deities will also send signs to you in your mundane life too; while it is important to pay attention to events that may be signs, I would recommend not obsessing over it. If a deity is reaching out, they will make themselves known to you one way or another. 

How do I figure out who is reaching out to me? 

There may be times where you know that someone is reaching out, but you are not sure who it is. Again, divination is a very easy way to figure this one out, there are many deity ID spreads online that you can find (and when I make a post going into more detail about divination, I may include some of those spreads in that post). If you are not able to do divination for yourself on who is reaching out, I recommend trying to ask a friend or finding a professional reader who offers deity IDs. I actually am a professional reader and I do offer deity IDs, you are welcome to inbox me if you are needing one! 

Another way you can attempt to figure out who the deity is on your own is to do research; if you are able to sense energies, or if they are sending you specific signs, you can look into the energies you feel and the signs you are getting to try to figure out who the deity is. 

What is vetting? How do I vet? 

Vetting is the process of ensuring that the deity/entity you are interacting with is who they say they are. The most common way to vet is by asking the deity/entity questions about their mythology. You can also ask questions about personal experiences you’ve had with them in the past. Another easy way to vet is by assigning the deity/entity an ID card using tarot or another form of card divination (you could also do this with shufflemancy with ID songs) and ask them to show you that card/cards or song/songs to verify its them.

What can deities help me with when I’m working with them? 

Deities can help with a ton of things, both in your mundane and magical practices. Deities can (as mentioned before) help with shadow work; they can help you to develop your psychic abilities, and they can share knowledge with you about both the physical and magical realm. They can teach about crystals, herbalism and nature magic for instance. They can help you develop and practice divination skills. They can help you to learn how to save your money, and help you with relationship issues. Just about anything you can think of, deities can help with! 

I would like to give special credit to Prince Stolas for helping me write this and edit it; he very much helped me with a lot of this and ended up channeling to help me with some of this info. This post is written in honor of him as an offering. 

I’d also like to give credit to my friend @astralscraft for helping me so much with this; the questions they came up with and the feedback they gave me for this post was incredible!

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣! (ℙ𝕣𝕖-"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣")

Notes: I can edit this anytime, so pay attention! And all of this is just my headcanon. Harley/Post -"The Doctor" will be next ✍✍

✩ Art Credits: @ClearFitz on tiktok ✩

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Harley is not one to openly express affection. His way of showing care is subtle, often going unnoticed by those who are not attuned to his behaviors. He does not offer words of reassurance or grand romantic gestures. Instead, his affection is shown through small, precise actions—adjusting something out of place, ensuring that his partner is safe without making it obvious, or studying them closely to understand their patterns. To an outsider, he may seem cold and detached, but to someone he cares for, his attention is a rare and significant thing.

Example: If his partner were to fall asleep in an uncomfortable position, he wouldn't wake them but would silently shift their posture to ensure they wouldn't wake up sore.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Harley does not make friends easily, nor does he seek them out. To become his friend is to endure a long process of scrutiny and quiet observation. His friendships are built on mutual respect rather than warmth. If he considers someone his best friend, it means he has deemed them worthy of his time and intellect.

The friendship likely started with a shared interest—perhaps an intellectual discussion or a challenge that piqued his interest. Once trust is established, he remains fiercely loyal, though his way of showing it can be unusual.

Example: Instead of verbally comforting a friend going through a tough time, he might instead dismantle the source of their distress, whether that means discrediting an enemy or solving a problem they couldn’t handle themselves.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Physical affection is not something that comes naturally to Harley. He does not seek it out, and when it happens, he is often stiff and unresponsive at first.

Over time, if he grows comfortable with someone, he may allow it, but his form of physical closeness is more about control than tenderness. He would hold someone as a means of grounding himself, feeling their presence rather than embracing them out of sentimentality.

Example: If his partner sought to cuddle him, he would tolerate it but likely wouldn't relax into it immediately. Instead, he would remain still, allowing them to do as they please until he found a reason to reciprocate.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?) Harley does not yearn for domestic stability, nor does he particularly excel at household tasks. Cooking and cleaning are things he does out of necessity rather than enjoyment. His living space would likely be immaculate but sterile—organized with surgical precision rather than warmth.

Example: If he ever cooked for his partner, it would be something efficient and perfectly balanced in nutrients rather than a meal meant for enjoyment.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) If Harley were to end a relationship, it would be done decisively and without hesitation. He would not drag things out with false hope or unnecessary words. He values efficiency and would prefer to cut things off cleanly rather than allow lingering emotions to interfere. That said, his method of breaking up might come across as callous to someone unprepared for his blunt nature.

Example: A breakup from Harley would be something as simple as, "This is no longer beneficial. We should stop," followed by him walking away without a second glance.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)    Commitment is not something Harley takes lightly. He is not impulsive when it comes to relationships, and marriage would be an even greater step requiring careful consideration. He would only agree to such a thing if it were logical, beneficial, and did not hinder his goals. He would not rush into it, and even if he did agree, the concept of a traditional wedding would likely bore him.

Example: If he were to propose, it would not be romantic or grandiose, but instead a practical suggestion, delivered plainly without theatrics.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) Harley is not inherently gentle. His touch is measured, precise, but it is rarely soft in a sentimental sense. He handles things with control rather than tenderness, and that extends to the way he interacts with people. However, if he is with someone he truly cares about, he may exhibit a careful kind of gentleness—one borne of intent rather than natural inclination.

Example: If he were tending to a wound on his partner, he would do so with expert precision, ensuring minimal discomfort, though his expression would remain unreadable throughout.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Hugging is not a habit of his. If he were to engage in one, it would likely be stiff and reluctant at first. Over time, if it became a ritual with his partner, he would adjust to it, but it would always be more about allowing rather than initiating.

Example: If his partner hugged him after a long day, he might not return it immediately, but he would not pull away either—simply standing there until they were done.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Harley does not say these words lightly. In fact, he might never say them at all. If he did, it would be an admission made under extreme circumstances—perhaps when he felt he was at risk of losing someone forever. His love is expressed through actions rather than words, and he expects others to recognize it without the need for verbal confirmation.

Example: Instead of saying "I love you," he might simply say, "You're necessary," which, for him, would carry the same weight.

(And so on for the remaining letters...)

Bonus Backstory Influence: Harley’s upbringing was deeply flawed, with heavy implications of an abusive home environment. Playtime Co. saw his potential early, shaping him into the very thing they wanted, only to punish him for it later. His lack of genuine love in childhood explains his difficulties with emotional attachment, his methodical approach to relationships, and his tendency to view people as tools rather than equals. His complete focus on himself, developed as a defense mechanism in his youth, manifests in his relationships as a struggle between detachment and a desperate, unspoken need for validation.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Harley is not the type to display jealousy in an overtly emotional manner. Instead, it manifests through a quiet possessiveness and a heightened awareness of potential "threats." He won't throw tantrums or make dramatic accusations, but he will subtly assert control over the situation, often making it clear that he is watching and assessing. He sees jealousy as a weakness, yet he cannot deny the sharp, intrusive irritation it brings.

Example: If someone were getting too close to his partner, he wouldn’t cause a scene. Instead, he would quietly insert himself into the conversation, making sure the other person understands—without a single direct word—that they are overstepping.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I used to write a post about it, you can check it on my page.

Harley’s kisses are purposeful, never given thoughtlessly. As I say, They are slow, controlled, and deliberate, meant more to assert his presence than to convey warmth. He tends to favor areas where control is emphasized—jawline, pulse points, the back of the hand—as if marking territory rather than sharing tenderness.

Example: If his partner initiated a kiss, he would accept it but rarely deepen it unless he was the one who started it, ensuring he remains in control of the exchange.

L = Little Ones (How are they around kids?) Harley is not naturally inclined toward children. He finds them unpredictable and often irritatingly loud. However, he is not cruel to them—just indifferent.

If he ever had to deal with a child regularly, he would likely treat them as a miniature adult, speaking to them without the usual condescending tone people use. Strangely enough, some children might find this intriguing rather than off-putting.

Example: If a child asked him a ridiculous question, instead of brushing them off, he would answer it in a disturbingly factual manner, leaving them either fascinated or unsettled.

M = Morning (What are mornings like with them?) Harley is not a morning person in the sense of being social or energetic. He wakes up efficiently, immediately getting to whatever task he deems important for the day. He doesn’t linger in bed, nor does he indulge in slow, lazy mornings. If his partner is someone who enjoys morning affection, they will have to learn to catch him before he fully gets out of bed.

Example: If his partner tried to cuddle him in the morning, he would tolerate it for a few moments before efficiently untangling himself and getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights with Harley are quiet and methodical. He follows a strict routine, ensuring everything is in order before allowing himself to rest. He is not one for aimless late-night conversations, but if his partner insists, he will engage—often revealing things he wouldn't in daylight, when his usual defenses are stronger.

Example: If his partner couldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t soothe them with empty reassurances but would instead start discussing something intellectually stimulating, distracting them from their insomnia.

O = Open (When do they open up about themselves?) Harley is not one to share everything about himself immediately. He reveals things only when necessary or when it serves a purpose. However, if he deeply trusts someone, he might allow them glimpses into his past—but never all at once, always measured.

Example: If his partner asked about his childhood, he might give a single, vague answer, only expanding on it if they asked the right follow-up questions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Harley has a great deal of patience—until he doesn't. He can endure prolonged periods of stress and frustration without outwardly reacting, but once his limit is reached, his anger is cold, sharp, and terrifyingly precise. He does not lash out impulsively; his retaliation is always calculated.

Example: If someone repeatedly irritated him, he wouldn’t react immediately. Instead, he would wait for the perfect moment to dismantle them completely.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Harley has an excellent memory for details, particularly those he deems important. If his partner mentions something in passing, he will remember it—though whether he acknowledges it is another matter entirely.

Example: He might not react when his partner says they love a certain kind of tea, but weeks later, that exact tea will be stocked in the kitchen without explanation.

R = Remember (Favorite memory with you?) Harley’s favorite moments in a relationship are often the quiet, unnoticed ones—those moments where there is no pressure to perform or pretend. He cherishes the rare times when he can exist without expectation.

Example: His favorite memory might be something as simple as sitting in silence with his partner while both of them worked on separate projects.

S = Security  (How protective are they?) Harley is highly protective, though not in the traditional sense. He does not coddle, nor does he make obvious gestures of defense. Instead, he ensures that his partner is untouchable—watching, anticipating threats before they can manifest.

Example: If someone posed a danger to his partner, they would find themselves suddenly cut off from resources, discredited, or otherwise neutralized—without ever knowing why.

T = Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Harley does not waste effort on things he deems frivolous. However, if something is important to his partner, he will ensure it is done properly—even if he does not express enthusiasm.

Example: If his partner cared about anniversaries, he would not plan something grand, but he would ensure they received a gift so precise in its relevance to them that it would be almost unsettling.

U = Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Harley has a habit of detaching when things become too emotionally complicated. He also has a tendency to view relationships as transactional, struggling with the idea of emotional vulnerability.

Example: If his partner tried to discuss feelings in an overly sentimental way, he might deflect or change the subject.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Harley does not indulge in vanity in the traditional sense, but he is meticulous about his appearance. Everything he wears is purposeful, every detail precise. It is not about impressing others, but about maintaining control.

Example: His wardrobe would be minimalistic but flawlessly maintained, with no room for disorder.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Harley does not believe in the idea of being "incomplete" without someone. However, once someone becomes part of his carefully structured world, their absence is felt sharply. He does not seek completion, but he does seek stability.

Example: If his partner left, he would not crumble, but there would be a notable shift in his demeanor—more calculated, less human.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

A random headcanon: Harley has an impeccable poker face. He can lie without hesitation and read others with terrifying accuracy, making it nearly impossible to tell when he is being truthful.

Harley has a compulsion for control—not just over his experiments, but over every little thing in his daily life. Even before his descent into madness, he had an obsessive need for structure. His workspace was always meticulously arranged, tools placed at precise angles, notes stacked in perfect alignment. Anything out of order irritated him more than it should have. It wasn’t just about neatness—it was about dominance over his surroundings.

However, despite this obsession with control, he had a strange contradiction: his handwriting was an absolute mess. Not in the way that implied carelessness, but in a way that revealed the speed at which his mind operated. It was sharp, erratic, almost unreadable to anyone but himself. The only time it was legible was when he was trying to impress someone—writing proposals, signing reports. But in private? His research notes looked like the frantic scrawls of a man who barely had the patience to slow down.

And as time went on, his compulsions only worsened. Once, he had control over himself—his appearance, his presence. But as his obsession with his work grew, his personal care declined. He still needed control, but now it was over life itself, over mortality, over things he was never meant to wield power over. His lab remained pristine, yet he himself became disheveled, exhausted, a contradiction of his former self.

There was a time when he might have cared about what others thought of him. Now? Now, the only thing that mattered was his work.

Y = Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

He despises incompetence, unnecessary sentimentality, and unpredictability. People who cannot control themselves irritate him.

Example: A partner who constantly needed reassurance without logical cause would frustrate him.

Also he detests forced empathy—people who claim to “understand” him, who try to reach out with sympathy or concern. To him, empathy is nothing but an illusion, a weakness that people cling to in order to justify their own vulnerabilities. He has spent his entire life detached from the emotional fabric that binds most people together, and the idea that someone could truly “understand” him is laughable, even insulting.

He doesn’t just dislike it—he finds it repulsive. If someone were to look at him with pity, with that soft, knowing gaze that says, "I see the pain behind your eyes," he would feel nothing but contempt. He sees such people as foolish, naïve, desperate to impose meaning onto something that has none.

And worse? If they push too far—if they insist on seeing a “good” side to him, on peeling back his layers—he might just make them regret it. Because if there’s one thing he despises more than false empathy, it’s the idea that someone could change him.

To him, he is already complete. A perfected mind, sharpened by years of self-sufficiency. If the world couldn’t break him, then no one else can, either.

Z = Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Harley sleeps lightly and is hyper-aware of his surroundings. He rarely has nightmares, but if he does, they are deeply buried memories resurfacing. He would never admit to them.

Example: If his partner noticed him waking up from a bad dream, he would immediately dismiss it as "irrelevant."

Bonus Silly Headcanon – Harley Sawyer & His Partner =p

Harley claims to be a cold, calculating genius, completely above trivial emotions and human foolishness… but in reality? He is absolutely the type of person who gets irrationally annoyed by the smallest things when he’s comfortable enough around his partner.

For example:

If they take a sip from his coffee without asking, he will give them the most offended look imaginable—as if they just committed high treason.

If they move his things even an inch out of place? Expect a ten-minute lecture about precision, efficiency, and how “disorganization is the first step to failure.”

If they hum a song while working nearby, he’ll pretend to be unaffected, but five minutes later, he’ll subconsciously start humming it too—and then get mad about it.

The funniest part? He doesn’t even realize how domesticated he looks when he argues over these ridiculous things. His partner could be teasing him, poking fun at his ridiculous habits, and all he does is grumble under his breath while still letting them stay by his side. Because, despite all his complaints, he never actually tells them to leave.

– The Rare Moments Harley Sawyer Becomes "Soft"

Harley Sawyer is not a man who gives tenderness freely. He is sharp edges, controlled precision, and a mind too consumed with itself to offer anything as frivolous as affection. But in the rare moments when his walls crack—when exhaustion weighs heavier than pride—he softens in ways that are almost imperceptible.

1. When He’s Half-Asleep

Sleep deprivation is his default state, but on the rare occasions he allows himself to rest—when his partner is near—he becomes uncharacteristically quiet. If they absentmindedly run their fingers through his hair, he won’t stop them. He might even lean into the touch, though he’ll never admit it. Sometimes, in that fragile space between wakefulness and sleep, he mumbles things—half-formed thoughts, names, memories that slip through the cracks before he regains control.

2. When They’re Genuinely Hurt

Harley is not the type to fuss over minor injuries, but if his partner is truly hurt—if the threat is real—he reacts instantly. His hands, so often used for cruel precision, become steady in a different way, assessing injuries with cold efficiency. His words are sharp, but underneath the impatience is something dangerously close to concern. If they try to brush it off, he will not tolerate it. “You’re an idiot,” he might say, but the way he grips their wrist just a little too tightly before letting go betrays the truth.

3. When He Forgets to Guard Himself

There are moments—**fleeting, stolen, unintended—**where he lets something slip. A touch that lingers a second too long. A glance softened by something unspoken. A moment where he is simply present, watching them in the dim light of his office, expression unreadable. If they call him out on it, he will scoff, roll his eyes, make some cutting remark. But the moment itself remains. A fragile thing that neither of them fully acknowledge, but both of them understand.

4. When He Thinks They’re Asleep

Late at night, when his partner is curled up beside him, breathing steady, he sometimes allows himself a moment of indulgence. His fingers ghost over their knuckles, tracing absent patterns. His gaze lingers, studying them in a way he never would if they were awake. It’s not love—not in the way most people would define it. But it’s something. A quiet kind of possession. A reminder that, for all his obsession with control, this is the one thing he holds onto without needing to dissect it.

And in the morning? It’s as if nothing happened. His walls are back up, his sharpness returns. But if his partner is observant, they might notice— the faintest hesitation before he pulls away.

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sfw alphabet | yang jungwon (en-)

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a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

he’s subtly affectionate, always finding small ways to show he cares.

acts of service and thoughtful gestures over grand romantic displays.

would sneak in little moments of affection, like adjusting your jacket or handing you your favorite drink without you asking.

private with his affection, definitely prefers moments just between the two of you rather than public displays.

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

friendship starts with light teasing.

he’d playfully mock you, but only because he finds you fun to be around.

always the first to check up on you but in a casual, “hey, i saw this and thought of you” way.

late-night conversations about anything and everything

growing closer over time is def clear in this situation.

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it at first.

prefers back hugs or resting his head on your shoulder when he's tired.

the type to absentmindedly play with your fingers or hair while cuddling.

loves it when you lean into him because it makes him feel trusted and needed.

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

would love the idea of settling down one day, but only when the time feels right.

surprisingly good at organizing but not the best cook (he’d try, though).

loves a clean space and might nag you playfully if you’re messy.

wants a home that feels warm, safe, and full of love.

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

jungwon would struggle with breaking up, as he deeply values his relationships.

he would be honest and direct but gentle, ensuring you know it’s not because of a lack of love.

the type to say, “i’ll always care about you,” and mean it.

would check in on you from time to time, even if it’s from a distance.

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

believes in commitment but doesn’t rush it, he wants to be sure.

would take marriage seriously and want to build a strong foundation first.

once he decides, he’s 100% all in, treating you like his forever from that moment.

probably the type to propose in a meaningful, intimate setting rather than a grand spectacle.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

emotionally, he’s incredibly understanding and patient.

physically, he’s careful…soft touches, reassuring pats, gentle forehead nudges.

would rather talk things through than argue, always striving for peace.

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

loves giving and receiving hugs, especially when he’s tired.

hugs you often, they're usually quick side hugs as a greeting, long embraces when he needs comfort.

his hugs feel warm, safe, and reassuring, like he’s shielding you from the world.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

doesn’t say it super early but once he does, he means it wholeheartedly.

might show it more through actions first.

bringing you things, remembering little details, always showing up.

when he finally says it, it’s soft, sincere, and makes your heart skip a beat.

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

gets quietly jealous but won’t act out, he just watches from a distance.

might become extra affectionate or subtly competitive if he feels threatened.

the type to say, “do you really think they’re funnier than me?” in a teasing but slightly serious way.

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

soft, slow, meaningful, never rushed.

loves kissing your forehead or temple as a silent way of saying, “i’m here.”

likes being kissed on the jaw or near his ear, it flusters him a little.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

surprisingly great with kids! he’s patient, playful, and naturally good at keeping them entertained.

would be the fun uncle type, always making kids laugh with silly antics.

would want kids of his own one day but only when he’s fully ready.

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

not a morning person but wakes up quickly when needed.

would groggily mumble “good morning” before pulling you back into bed for five more minutes.

loves slow mornings, drinking coffee, listening to music, just enjoying your presence.

n ⤖ night (how are nights spent with him?)

nights are for deep talks, late-night walks, or watching random videos together.

gets a little more affectionate when sleepy.

resting his head on your lap, holding your hand absentmindedly.

would rather spend nights in than go out, preferring cozy, quiet moments.

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

takes his time opening up, he needs to trust you first.

won’t dump everything on you at once but slowly reveals his thoughts over time.

once he’s comfortable, he’s an open book, telling you his fears, dreams, and everything in between.

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

incredibly patient, rarely gets angry.

if he does get mad, he goes quiet rather than lashing out.

takes a deep breath and thinks before reacting.

he’d rather resolve things peacefully.

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

remembers the little things; your favorite snack, the way you like your coffee, the song that makes you cry.

might surprise you with how much he remembers even when you think he’s not paying attention.

probably brings up random things you mentioned in passing months ago.

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

probably a simple, quiet moment.

like walking together on a cool evening, sharing headphones, feeling at peace.

cherishes the little things more than big, extravagant moments.

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

quietly protective, always looking out for you even when you don’t notice.

would rather subtly guide you away from danger than make a big scene.

if you’re upset, he’d protect your feelings, offering soft reassurances and a steady presence.

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

puts effort into everything; dates, anniversaries, even random tuesdays.

loves thoughtful gifts and surprises, always aiming to make you smile.

might not always be extravagant, but every little thing he does has meaning behind it.

u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

overworks himself and sometimes forgets to take breaks.

can be stubborn about asking for help.

might bottle up his feelings instead of immediately sharing them.

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

takes care of his appearance but isn’t overly obsessed with it.

likes looking good but doesn’t need constant reassurance.

might fix his hair in a reflection but wouldn’t stress too much about it.

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

would feel like something is missing without you.

jungwon would feel like like his world is a little quieter, a little less warm.

wouldn’t be overly dependent, but you’re an irreplaceable part of his life.

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

loves making inside jokes, you should expect a lot of teasing and playful banter.

probably has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you.

likes holding onto little keepsakes, movie tickets, handwritten notes, anything sentimental.

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

dislikes dishonesty and insincerity, he values genuine connections.

hates unnecessary drama or conflict.

not a fan of super loud, overwhelming environments all the time.

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

moves a little in his sleep but isn’t a crazy sleeper.

sometimes falls asleep mid-conversation if he’s really tired.

loves sleeping with a blanket, even in the summer.

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[system-to-the-madness]

All the Time - Elrond x Reader

Pairing: LotR!Elrond x fem!Elf!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 1 818 Warnings: depression/melancholia(?), mentions of the war and Sauron Summary: Elrond comes to search for you when you don’t attend a feast in Rivendell

At the sound of familiar steps approaching the room, you turned your head away from the doorway, facing out into the night covered valley instead. Snowflakes danced in the air, carried on gusts of cold winter wind. The steps halted in the doorway, the Elf who had approached doubtlessly taking in your turned away form, your pulled up shoulders as you were laying stretched out on the daybed, non-verbally making your disinterest in his presence known by not acknowledging him. After a moment’s hesitation, or consideration, he entered the room nonetheless, the gentle call of your name falling from his lips.

You could not help the shiver that went through you, as anytime Elrond addressed you by name. For centuries you had resided in Imladris, and it was more than friendship that bound you to the Elvenlord by now, no matter how long it had gone unacknowledged by either of you.

His steps halted mere inches from the daybed, and a moment later, he lightly placed his hand on your shoulder. Even through the warm layers of the winter dress you could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of his palm soothing the dark ache in your heart. For a few seconds he stood like that, just resting his hand on you, before he gently squeezed your shoulder and drew away.

Almost you expected him to turn and leave you alone again, but you should have known the Lord of Imladris better than that. Instead of leaving you to the weight that still rested on your shoulders, even now that the war was over, he pushed the fabric of your skirt aside and settled behind you, his backside lightly brushing against your calves. It was no offensive contact, but instead one that, as Elrond’s touch did so often, conveyed the assurance that he was with you, and that no matter your sorrow, he would not abandon you.

For a long while you sat like that, feeling his eyes on the side of your face and the warmth of his body against your calves while your own focus was more on him than the snowflakes your eyes were turned towards.

“Why have you come,” you eventually settled on asking, your voice sounding weaker than you meant to.

“Because you have not,” Elrond answered in his ever patient and even tone. There was no reproach in his voice, he simply answered your question. “The celebration is in full swing, and I was missing your presence.”

“Don’t hold it against me, but I do not feel like celebrating tonight,” you mumbled, curling your fingers into the fabric of the pillow your head was resting on.

“As long as you don’t hold my concern for you against me,” Elrond answered, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder again. 

Considering the Elves’ respect for personal space, Elrond had always been rather physically affectionate with you, you thought to yourself. Hugs after hunts, a hand on the shoulder when he was concerned or proud, or on the small of the back when he was guiding you alongside him. Never had his touch brought anything but comfort into your heart, and even now, when all you wanted to do was shut yourself off from the world, you could not help but feel like the soft gesture lessened the weight you felt.

“You have been quiet these past days, my friend, and I dearly miss the light you always carry. Will you not tell what is weighing down your mind so we may share the burden?”

You inhaled deeply, the clean, crisp air of winter, warmed only by the elven magic that encased Imladris. 

“It is not a burden that can be shared,” you answered, finally turning and sitting up. 

Elrond’s hand slipped off your shoulder, but found your fingers instead, cold to the touch, making his eyebrows furrow before he took your other hand as well, bringing them together between his to warm them. 

“Then what kind of burden is it,” he asked, looking from your hands to your eyes, searching for an answer in them.

“It feels like-” You took another deep breath, feeling as if the night outside the windows was suffocating you. “It feels like the dark that came into the world with Sauron still lingers. And the longer the nights grow, the stronger his power. I know he has been destroyed, and yet… the scars he has left on this world have not yet healed.”

“They will not heal for a long time,” Elrond agreed, “Too many have lost their lives, their loved ones, have fallen victim to injury and pain. Too great is the wound Sauron and Saruman have ripped into the face of Middle-Earth. There is no shame to feel that pain, especially not when the sun barely rises over the mountains and stars are hidden from sight by clouds heavy with snow.”

“It makes me think of the clouds over Mordor, even though I fully know the ones here are only filled with snow, not the dark magic or Morgoth’s servant.”

Elrond’s eyes hesitantly pulled away from your features and instead directed outwards where a thin layer of snow settled on the leaves that had not fallen yet. 

“I do not believe there was ever anyone I told this to, but for years, decades even after the first ring war, I felt the same way about clouds,” he admitted. “I sometimes even feared the night when the stars were in the sky, feeling as if Sauron’s armoured hand was clasping around my throat. It was not for a long time before I saw beauty in the dark, star-sprinkled sky again, not until-”

Expectantly you tried catching his gaze, that was absentmindedly directed into the valley of Rivendell.

“Not until?”

“Not until you came here,” he admitted, finally looking back at you. His grey eyes seemed to be glowing in the dim light of candles lighting the room, and another shiver ran through you, one that almost had you throw your arms around his neck and bury your head under his chin to press as close as you might. “It was only then that I felt like the stars were shining again, only then that the dark clouds lost their threat and returned to what they were, clouds. And I so desperately wish I could return the beauty of nature back into your eyes the way you have done for me. But I am not just aware that we are very different people, with very different experiences, but also that close to a century passed before I found the light of the stars again, and that it has only been a few months for you.”

Something in the way Elrond spoke made your heart ache sweetly, and you turned your hands in his so you could hold his hands in yours.

“I’m glad to know I played a part in you seeing the world for its wonders again. And while I grieve for the time you did not, it gives me hope I too will overcome this darkness one day.”

“You will,” Elrond assured you, touching his forehead to yours. “The darkness seems unending, especially when the nights are as long as now. But the sun will rise, and the shadow will be banned from Middle-Earth just as from your heart. If you wish to stay alone for now, I will see to it that you will be disturbed no more, and if you want company, I offer my own. But should you wish to join the celebrations, I would like to join them with you.”

After a moment of contemplation, you nodded. “Yes, I think,” you agreed. “I think I will join you. But Elrond, wait-” 

The Elf had, with a hopeful smile on his lips already pulled away again but was stopped by your words and your hand reaching up to his chin to catch him in the motion. Curious eyes glimmered in grey back at you as your finger brushed over his skin. Making a fast decision, scared your courage might leave you were you not to act immediately, you leant forward, brushing your lips against his, if only just for a short moment. His lips were soft and warm, just like any touch he had ever shared with you, but the euphoria at the small contact was unmatched, especially when you pulled away and he tried chasing your lips, eyes still closed. Giving in, you placed a second kiss on him, one that made the corners of his mouth tuck upwards, before his eyes fluttered open again, and he regarded you with the softest expression.

“Meleth nin,” he whispered into the space between you, as if he were in joyous disbelief at your action. “I take this as the sign that my affections are returned?”

You smiled, the first real smile in weeks since the sun had forsaken the valley and the winter had gathered its clouds. But Elrond would always be the one to bring light into your heart and a smile to your lips. “Was there any doubt?”

“Only a fool’s doubt,” he replied, his eyes searching your whole face, taking in every detail as if he only truly got to see you now. “Yet a fool it seems I am.”

“No fool,” you disagreed gently, “The Lord of Imladris and the one who holds my heart.”

“Then I shall watch and guard the one with as much care and responsibility as the other, since I shall not have to worry about my own heart while it is with you.”

Your smile widened and you shook your head in amusement as you got up from the daybed, Elrond following your motion, his eyes still glued to your face. “Your words are like poetry,” you teased, making him shrug while he reached for your hand.

“How are you to know they are not part of the songs I wrote with none but you in mind,” he responded in the same teasing manner as his fingers intertwined with you.

“Then, I suppose, where those words came from, there are more, and in due time I shall want to hear as many of them as you will reveal.”

“If you wish so, I shall read them to you,” Elrond agreed as he guided you into the corridor and away from the dark windows. “But a word of warning. There are more of them than I would wish to admit even in front of myself.”

“Well, meleth nin,” you spoke lightly, feeling a shiver run through Elrond at the use of the sweet name, before he squeezed your hand tighter, “I do believe we have time for that.”

“All the time we need,” Elrond agreed, guiding you to walk closer to him as he led you through the dark towards the celebration with food and music and dance in the fire-lit halls of Imladris.

[wuwapetal1s]

write anything abt geshu lin or calcharo im begging on my hands and knees ill give u my first born or a kidney whichever u want

I don't need any organs can I have a pair of knees maybe (ty for the request anon :3)

Love languages

content: sfw, rambling-ish format, not entirely proofread (it's midnight currently), swearing used, etc.

reqs open!

— Calcharo.

Calcharo is an ‘acts of service man’ through and through. To me, he doesn't seem the best at giving affection verbally though he thinks he's *very* good at it personally. As in, you will ask him for comfort or reassurance and he'll give it to you readily… But it will sound so stern coming from him.

“I feel uncomfortable with [such and such]..”

“I understand. I will rectify/fix that.”

Communication KING, though I imagine it can still feel very intimidating to bring stuff up to him. It will always be met with understanding, and he certainly would try his hardest to accommodate what language/tone you'd rather hear in those moments (autistic.)

Getting back to the original point, he will do just about anything for you. There's hardly any limits or rules to that fact. He will kill for you, he will fight for you, he will get in trouble with the law for you, etc etc. He'll also grab extra of your snacks the moment he's back in town and stops at the market before he goes to visit you.

Tired from a long day at work or studying? He'll clean up as quietly as he can while you sleep. You'll wake up to all the dishes done and your living space looks pretty much spotless.

He's the kind of man to learn how you organize things pretty easily, even if you're a very messy person. He's very clued in on anything that involves you (smitten, much?) and he's also just got a keen eye on him.

"Ugh, I can't find where I left my-”

“Bottom drawer of the nightstand.”

“Oh.. Thank you!”

He loves holding and kissing you as well, it's his favorite thing to be welcomed home to. Just the ability to sink into your arms is like heaven to him. Receiving, he probably likes physical touch a lot more, but he feels 100x more satisfied doing something for you to show he cares :).

— Genshu Lin.

Genshu Lin is a possessive man. It's subtle, but it's definitely there. Above all else, he adores you. He's a deeply devoted person when in a relationship, though I don't feel like he's had a lot of experience to pinpoint that exactly, but it's his nature. I believe he enjoys gifting you things he gets his hands on, trinkets or otherwise.

He mostly enjoys giving you things you can make use of or wear. He always gets a warmth in his chest when he sees you in the bracelet he got you (one that matches his that he keeps tucked away for safekeeping) or using pens he gave you after you kept losing your last ones. As long as it works, suits you, and it means a lot to you, he's snatching it up.

I also believe he's a sucker for stealing kisses in private. He may not seem it to anyone else, but he's a softie. Just for you though. Cooking something or simply sitting around? Funny how his lips just found their way to your cheek!

He's a bit more apprehensive about receiving it unless it's the time you two lay in bed together, then he'd let you rub his back or play with his hair. In return, he most enjoys quality time.

Even if it's something as mundane as running an errand or having to pick something up from the pharmacy he wants you there. He'd tell you “I don't need your presence, I just prefer it” if questioned, but he does need it. More than he knows or even lets on, he wants you and needs you there. He hates having to be away from you. It drives him up a wall almost. Like nearly insane.

After long hours working or even days/weeks of it he wants nothing more than to just lay with you and bathe in your presence as if it's a balm for his soul :’).

I love these men they're so fine

[zottts]

josh washington headcannons

fluff and angst

when josh is with someone, he is touchy. one of his love languages is physical touch anyways - his hands on your waist, holding you hand, hand on your back, on your thigh. anywhere you let him physically touch. but he also respects your boundaries, like a LOT. i mean as he should but he would rather die than make you upset. he always wants you to be comfortable around him.

josh loves with everything he has, he gets you gifts, tries to make you laugh and smile. he loves seeing and hearing your happiness, it is him main priority. to make you happy. but he still understands to give you space in an argument, yes sometimes he will say things he regrets.. that happens, but he does immediately apologizes, and try to make it right. if that means giving you space he gives you space, letting you sit in another room in his house for a bit and later on he knocks on the door with flowers (your favorite) looking like a sad puppy.

he kisses on your skin like he is marking a map, he's gentle with it too. from kissing your forehead down towards your stomach. always making sure to leave kisses all over your face, and in between each kiss he whispers how much he loves you, how amazing you are, and so on. making sure each kiss and touch isn't to much - feeling like if he did kiss hard or something you would fade away .... and with each kiss, hearing your giggles and "josh oh my god" he would start to smile and 'kiss attack you'. this man wants to make sure he loves you and not just lust over you.

after his sisters passing he goes through a lot mentally and physically, he still loves you of course but he isn't all mentally there and he can't bring himself to have the energy to be in a relationship. and he knows he can't give you want you need, so he distances himself and he hates himself for it. even the days he can't get out of bed, or take care of himself and you are there to help him means a lot to him.

i feel like he was mute for a while, not talking to anyone. not even you, overall just not fully there and only giving small hums or nods.

he lays his head in your lap when he's sorry, kissing your hands, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles all like "baby I'm so sorry, please"

he also is a flirt yes, he can make you flustered and all warm in the face but he is scared of intimacy. he wants to make sure your first and his first time is the best time, wanting to treat you like a goddess. not wanting to be rough, taking it slow. making sure you both feel good. calling you beautiful and perfect during the entire interaction. asking if you feel good, if anything hurts. and after care is great to. he treats you with care, cleaning you up and probably having a bath together. kissing where he left hickeys. getting you warm and comfortable clothes, making the bed and cuddling you. asking if you need any water or something to drink.

anyways idk what else to say i just love him he's so baby

ALSO I LOVE Y'ALL MWAHH

[fairestwriting]

Hey, hello, would it be possible to request the first years with a crush or s/o who's constantly very warm so they can basically act as a human heating pad but despite this they're very touch starved and basically melt into hugs and cuddles, gender neutral pronouns would be great, thank you very much and merry (probably late) Christmas if you do this and same to you even if you don't!

another oldie (Visibly. im so sorry anon. i hope an awesome holiday season) i just had to take...... in the name of all my fellow human space heaters

Ace Trappola

One day, his hands got cold, and you were nearby, neck fully exposed, and Ace did what he would obviously do in this situation. Except it turned out he was the one shocked by how warm you are, even though he did make you jump a bit.

He's a fan of the physical affection. He doesn't fluster easily and likes showing you off all smug, linking your arms together or putting his over your shoulder while you're with your friends. The warmth is a great bonus.

When you cuddle up in a hot day, he whines about how you're gonna cook him alive and will jokingly "attempt" to push you off while giggling, then turning on the AC of his room or dragging you both somewhere cooler.

Deuce Spade

The first time you hug, Deuce gets spooked because he thinks you have a fever. He fusses over you for a few good minutes before you can explain anything. Then gets embarrassed of his reaction.

Being Deuce, he'll randomly revisit this worry, but mostly he just eases into it rather easily. He's a little shy, whether you're in public or not, but you can tell he feels comfortable with the way he leans into you.

Feels so bad if you're holding hands and his gets sweaty. Apologizes a billion times while wiping it clean on his shirt. Nevermind that it'd happen even if you weren't so warm, he just doesn't want you to ever feel awkward when touching him.

Jack Howl

Also really warm because of his wolf beastman genes, also surprisingly touchy. It's hard to tell which one of you is warmer, actually? Which in the end just means you end up comfortably cuddled up very oftwn.

...whenever you're away from others, of course. It's not that Jack hates the thought of PDA, but he "prefers to take it slow" (Read: Makes him blush way too easy)

Commiserates in the summer and celebrates in the winter if you're not very tolerant to heat like him. Sometimes he talks about his family's trips to the north with a voice softer than usual, hinting just a little bit that he'd really love it if you came along one day.

Epel Felmier

He's also on the warmer side temperature wise, but he's small, so he ends up getting cold surprisingly easily.

At first he's a bit spooked with the touchyness, really just because it's his first relationship, but it grows on him. A lot.

Epel thinks him getting cold easy-ish is embarrassing, so he really feels like he won the lottery here. Now he gets to put his arm around your waist to stay warm and look cool with you by his side, boy's on top of the world.

Sebek Zigvolt

Runs very cold. The first time your hand is anywhere on him he jumps a bit. The situation's like the inverse of someone who gets startled by their friend's cold hands pressed to their neck.

He briefly questions if you're really human, stammering something about how only beastmen are so warm. He's too distracted by how nice your warmth feels to make much sense.

He's so easily flustered every time you get cuddly, but if he even tries to push you off (Which he mostly just does if you're in public) it comes out all feeble. Even if he's trying to keep up with etiquette and you two actually have to step away from each other, it's all over his face that he misses the coziness.

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[darkbluekies]

What kind of partner will Dr kry be if darling were dating him?

Dr Kry headcanon: as a boyfriend

Doctor!yandere x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual themes, yandere behaviors, making murders look like suicides, isolation, drugging

Dr Kry is a very cold, modest man who doesn't like much small talk, or people in general, and everyone around would say that they don't fully know him since he doesn't like to talk about himself or anything else besides his job.

To you, he's a completely different man — he would talk for a whole good ten minutes about the weather, if only to start up a conversation with you.

However, behind that, he's a violent man who doesn't have anything against killing for you. People die every day, so what's the difference? Although, he never wants you to see him like that, he tries to make his murders look like suicides.

He's professional, so it would take a long time for him to be able to have you in the way he fully wants, but when the timing was right, he would move you from the hospital to his villah in the woods.

As a boyfriend, Dr Kry is just as controlling as he is your doctor — always treating you like you need help — but he's also a bit softer since he doesn't have to hold up a facade.

He is not a big fan of physical contact since it invades his personal space and can contain germs, but he can let go of most of his reluctance for you.

He will not let you leave the house and will continue to keep you somewhat drugged, just to make sure that you never try to leave, because Kry has the only antidote to his selfmade poison and he has made sure that you know that.

You'll spend a lot of time in your shared bed in the bedroom upstairs, so Dr Kry makes sure to get the best sheets, blankets, and pillows so that you'll have a comfy time (of course he'll get them at IKEA)

As a boyfriend, he is quite jealous, but not in a "you’re-going-to-take-my-partner-away-from-me" type, but in a "you’re-not-going-to-take-them-away-from-me-type", but he will get rid off people if they ever try to — how clean or messy depends on what they dared to do.

If you cry, he will sit beside you and wipe your tears, building up courage to give you a hug — he so desperately wants to, but it's unnatural for him, so it takes a bit of time — while whispering how much he hates to see you cry.

He's not a very needy person; he sees sex more as a form of reproduction rather than an enjoyable act, but he will always be down to have it if you suggest it, because the closeness he feels is one of the few human contacts he actually loves — he is with you in a way neither his words or his actions could ever describe.

If you argue (which I think would happen quite often with his stubborn personality) he would never blame you, never ever; how could he? You're sick, you don't know any better. It's his fault for even bringing something up.

Loves in-house dates!!! Movie nights, baking, cooking, reading together, gardening, picnicking in the garden, maybe even taking the few steps down to the lake to go on his motorboat.

In conclusion: Dr Kry is a very nonsocial yandere who goes out of his comfort zone to make you his special someone♡

[parvulous-writings]

Coud you please do a Vi SFW?

Warnings: None!

Notes: We're returning to our roots with this one gang   My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Vi's affection is mainly shown through physical means. An arm around your shoulders, a hand grasping for yours - all the way to cuddling and tangling herself with you on a sofa or a bed. She loves having your near to her - particularly in private. When you're alone together, she finds a way or excuse to touch you 90% of the time. In public, she's a lot more respectful of your personal space, choosing to mostly just stand nearby rather than have her hands all over you. The only time this changes is if someone who isn't herself starts getting too close to you, whether it's being flirty or threatening you. If this is the case, she makes a show of putting an arm around your waist or shoulders, making it painfully clear that you are with her.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Vi is one of those friends that can quickly become a ride or die. She is willing to do a hell of a lot for those who are near and dear to her, be that helping with heavy lifting, spending quality time, or putting someone into their place. It's more than likely that your friendship started after bumping into Vi post-street brawl. Though bristly at first, she easily warms to you, once you've shown her you're worthy of trust.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Vi does love a cuddle; typically, when cuddling in bed she prefers being the big spoon, allowing her to encase you in her arms and give her absolute certainty that you're safe and away from harm. If you're on the sofa, though, she very much enjoys laying over you - like a big blanket of muscle.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Vi grew up with a rather close-knit family unit, and deep down a part of her does miss that, so she would want to settle down - even if it's not necessarily with kids or anything of that ilk. Just having a place to call home with you would be good enough for her. She can't cook particularly well; it's passable and edible, sure, but she's not usually proud of it. The same with her cleaning - sometimes she just doesn't think to do it. She was in prison through her teens - there wasn't really anything to clean, so trying to get that into her routine is.... Difficult.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She would be incredibly blunt with it. She'd try to somewhat save your feelings, but I don't think she'd beat around the bush. If it's not working out, what's the point in trying to force things to keep going, even if it's just a few extra minutes? She's also not great at verbally expressing her emotions, so this just adds to her bluntness.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)   

Vi is fine with commitment as a whole; but the idea of marriage carries a heavy sense of finality to her. She's not really likely to leave you as-is, why do you need to go through the fuss and stress of getting married? For a piece of paper? In her head, something like that is a privilege - something that mainly those from Piltover get to do. If you really insist on marriage she'll oblige you, but she doesn't need a marriage to feel or be committed to you.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Vi doesn't have much trouble being gentle physically: a few careful touches here and there, cradling your face when you're having an intimate moment or holding you close when you're having a particularly stressful day. It's more the emotional side of things where she struggles a bit. Not all the time, but there are moments where she has trouble expressing herself in the way she wants to to you, or struggles in showing a more vulnerable side of herself.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

The most common time to get a hug from Vi is when she's saying goodbye - or that she'll see you in a little while. They're quite quick, and she makes sure to squeeze you tightly every time, as if she's trying to imprint the feel of you against her into her mind. Outside of those times you're more likely to get a cuddle than anything else.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

She's very reluctant to say it. It's not that she doesn't love you, it more that expressing that love in a verbal way makes her incredibly nervous. She does say it from time to time; birthdays, special holidays, in the dead of night where and when there's no one else that could possibly hear her. It takes her a good few years, and slow working, to start saying it when other people are around - even if they're out of earshot.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Vi trusts you. She knows that you wouldn't leave her without saying anything, and that if anything were to happen, you'd talk to her about it. However, this doesn't stop that stab of jealousy that she feels in her chest whenever she sees someone getting too close to you for her comfort. Her first port of call is to go to you, get close and establish her boundary - usually a hand snaking around your waist and tugging you to her. Then, if the situation continues, she gets verbal - usually snapping at whoever dare try to take you from her; even if it's nothing like that.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Vi's kisses can go one of two ways; 1 - it's a brief peck on the lips or your cheek, so quick that you end up debating with yourself if it actually happened - Vi had gone right back to whatever she had been doing before, it was like she hadn't stopped her task. 2 - It's full of heat, passion, and you are not getting away from her any time soon - leaving that kind of kiss breathless is the bare minimum. She is grabbing whatever flesh of yours she can hold, pulling and keeping you close to her. That woman is not letting you go without some major resistance - she needs you too much.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Vi is pretty good around kids. If you're leaving kids with her for an extended period of time, you need to set some firm boundaries. Like. Make it abundantly clear what can and cannot be done with the kids - otherwise there will be chaos. Vi is very much like that aunt you can get away with almost anything around. She won't actively take you to seek out activities to break set rules, but if the kids were to break said rules by themselves? Well they've done it now, there's not a whole lot she can do, right?

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

By the time you wake up, Vi is usually awake already - sometimes by several hours. She's used to rising incredibly early, and although she doesn't always physically get out of bed that early anymore, she does still spend that time doing something she finds productive. Namely watching you sleep. The reason she doesn't immediately get up is because, if you're sharing a bed with her, she usually wakes up tangled with you in some way or another. Play your cards right, and she'll spend half the morning keeping you in bed just for an excuse to hold you close - she does love herself a cuddle in bed.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights you have to actively try and coax Vi into bed. The means can - and kind of have to - vary, but Vi normally tries to resist for a little while. She's one of those people who tries and stays up as late as she can physically manage, as a way to try and reclaim some of her own time. When you get past your mild frustration, though, and take a more tender approach, that's when she will usually come to bed, cuddling as close as physically possible, to try and soothe herself to sleep.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

From time to time. She'll often say if something reminds her of a family member who has passed, or share a memory that's sprung to mind that she thinks you may enjoy. When it comes to genuinely being vulnerable, and sharing her deeper, harder to process emotions, she does struggle. She doesn't know what to do with all those years of pent up hurt and pain. She tries her best, but she doesn't want to end up lashing out.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In day to day life? Not particularly quick to anger; mistakes in chores or delays in the daily schedule aren't much of a big deal to her. Sure, they can be a bit annoying sometimes, but they can be fixed or accommodated. Under pressure, though, is entirely different. When stressed and pressed for, well, anything, Vi becomes snappy, harsh, and her temper has one hell of a short fuse. She doesn't get physical, but she's usually 2 seconds away from saying something that she will probably regret once she calms down.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

She easily remembers some of the basic things; your favourite colour, your favourite food, the things you like in general. She's... A little bit scattered when it comes to things like your birthday, though - she oftentimes confuses it with your anniversary. She means well, she just hasn't really got the head for dates. She'll get you a gift you like on both days, though! She rarely ever forgets completely.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

The first time she opened up properly to you. You'd been together a fair while, so she took you on a walk through the Lanes, eventually winding up where you could see the few remaining markers of her younger siblings. The splodges of red paint left behind by Mylo, the place where Claggor had gotten himself stuck when on the run from enforcers. She even told you of when she had brought Jinx - Powder, back then - to this very spot in an attempt to lift her spirits. She told you of her birth mother and father, of Vander, and how her family life had just gone progressively more and more downhill - and you listened. You didn't butt in, you didn't try and force her to see 'the bright side'. You sat, you held her hand, and you listened. There are no words that she can use to describe her gratitude to you for that moment.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Quite - Vi often worries about how you might need to defend yourselves or escape a situation. It's not because she doesn't trust you to handle yourself - she does, she thinks you could talk down or weasel out of any situation, and she knows you'll bolt if you really need to - but it is something she worries about a lot, and something that does frequently come up if there's a disagreement.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Vi tries quite a bit. In her eyes, you deserve more, so she does try. She'll try and keep the place tidy-ish - tidy to her standards, anyway - and do some cooking every now and again. She tries much more in ways of gifts, though - though perhaps not always what you think they may be, she always makes an effort to point out how useful it could be to you, or if it's something more sentimental, how it made her think of you.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

She puts her shoes on furniture - whether she's still wearing them or has just taken them off. It gets mud and dirt everywhere. She also tends to forget to put dishes away once you've washed them up (she also forgets to wash them up fairly frequently).

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not a whole lot - she works out quite a lot, but that's more for her own health and strength. She keeps herself as clean as she can - washing her face, bating etcetera, but other than that, not a whole lot. She sometimes has the urge to change her hair, but that's more of an emotionally motivated decision. All in all, so long as you think that she looks good, she's more than happy with her appearance.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You're ingrained into her routine now - she'd definitely feel your absence if you were gone for any length of time; she doesn't like when you're not there in the morning to hold or to greet when she wakes up. Even if it's not a full separation, and you're just out somewhere for the night, she feels it deep in her.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

She loves when you touch her - not necessarily in a sexual way, or even in hugs, but the feeling of your hands on her brings her much joy and comfort. You tracing the planes of her skin or the ink of her tattoos is one of her favourite ways to wind down, and having your fingers brush through her hair (especially when they brush against her undercut)? Pure. Heaven. Simple as. If she's having a really bad day, that is a surefire way to cheer her up.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Someone who doesn't stick to their word, or to their morals. She loves seeing reliability and someone being steadfast; if she doesn't see that, she doesn't feel like she can wholly trust someone. And of course, without trust, there can be no real love. Other than that, if she can get a good connection with someone, everyone's fair game, really.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Vi only sleeps the minimal amount that she needs to to keep her true self or be able to perform tasks. She finds it incredibly difficult to get to sleep without being thoroughly exhausted first; so part of the coaxing that you have to do involves working out - a good, reliable way to tire her out. She also doesn't need a lot in terms of possessions; so long as she has somewhere to lay, she's able to get some sleep. Though, on the odd occasion that she does try to sleep on the floor, you're eventually able to drag her groggy self into your shared bed, mostly with promises of affection and cuddles.

[jammatown919]

Headcanons of little ways Nublar changed the Camp Fam; habits, dislikes, and fears they realized they developed after they got back.

Sammy - HAAAAAAAATES canned fruit with a burning passion. If it's not fresh or actual jam, she will not eat it. She gets nauseous just at the smell and realized how much all that canned fruit on Nublar affected her when she tried to eat a canned peach and threw up. She's also now extremely uncomfortable around animals with stingers or quills, which sucks because she thinks porcupines are adorable, but she struggles to even look at pictures without imagining quills in her side. And finally, while she's always been a people person, being on Nublar and surviving only due to being part of a group has caused her to be unable to thrive outside of a group setting. She gets severe separation anxiety and hates being alone for any extended periods of time. Though she will pretend she's fine, she's not. Someone call her. The guest room is open, go visit her. Yaz, move back in.

Yaz - The PTSD is obvious; not going into depth on what has already been shown in canon. But she also found her food preferences changed after Nublar. The soggy pizza sticks with her a lot for some reason, and she finds when she gets home that her favorite food just doesn't taste good to her anymore. She has also found that she can no longer tolerate unideal sleeping conditions. She can't sleep in cars, planes, or anything of that nature. Any bed has to be at least somewhat comfortable (NO pull-out couches), and it needs to have HER blankets and pillows on it. If it's not comfy and familiar her mind just goes right back to that wet, dirty mattress from the treehouse and she's more likely to have nightmares. She doesn't sleep a lot when away from home. Yes, this causes issues when she goes to stay with Sammy and finds an air mattress waiting for her. Yes, she tries to make it work because "at least I have my own bedding, it's probably fine" and spends several nights awake and uncomfortable to the point of tears. Yes, it ends with her sleeping in Sammy's bed every night.

Kenji - No longer comfortable with luxury or large living spaces. Anything too fancy, pristine, or big reminds him of his dad and his lifestyle prior to Camp Cretaceous. The Bowmans try to give him something of his own space in the house, even offer him his own room when Brand moves out for college, but he really prefers sharing his space with someone else and keeps rooming with Darius. When he moves out, he probably could get an apartment, but it's too much space for him. He likes his little trailer, and he likes it even more when he has a person or two to crowd it with him, so he invites Brooklynn and Darius over ALL the time. But he also finds that he would rather be alone than feel emotionally distant from a person who is physically present, because again, it just reminds him SO much of his father. This is a huge contributing factor to ending things with Brooklynn.

Ben - At least for a while, he's afraid of being afraid. After his whole Jungle Ben thing, his biggest fear is reverting back to that scared person he sees as incapable, to the point that he gets paranoid about being paranoid. He adamantly refuses getting back into a lot of his old habits, even ones that were "normal". He doesn't like to stay in the house, he doesn't like to sit and read, and he doesn't like to feel "too clean". He spends a lot of time outside, doing stupid teenage boy shit, getting scraped up and trying to feel alive. Though he does eventually calm down a little, never quite returning to the scared little boy but not remaining the desperate daredevil, his paranoia refocuses on things like Dark Jurassic.

Brooklynn - No longer enjoys being perceived, if that makes any sense. Before Nublar, she had constant attention on her, and she organized her entire life around it. But after, she just finds that all the eyes on her make her squirm, and they tend to get in the way of the investigative journalism that actually interests her now. She doesn't like entertaining others anymore; she wants to uncover things that will help and protect people, and she wants to do it by herself. Out of everyone, she is among the most uncomfortable with the Nublar Six getting so much publicity (along with Yaz). She doesn't want to talk publicly about a lot of what happened, nor does she feel the public is owed the details of her trauma. She only wants to talk about things that she thinks actually pertain to other people, such as the preventable nature of the Jurassic World Incident and the shady, dangerous dealings she witnessed.

Darius - Loss of trust in adults/authority figures. Everyone whose job it should've been to keep him safe at Jurassic World completely and utterly failed him. Tiff and Mitch betrayed him. He spent all that time with the ticking time bomb that was Kash. Daniel Kon was Daniel Kon. It's SO hard for him to trust people that, before, he would've trusted implicitly. Without people like Mae, Dave, and Roxie, it would probably be impossible, but it's still hard. He doesn't trust that anyone who is supposed to look out for him actually will until they prove it. He's learned that he can only rely on himself, those close to him, and in a pinch, at least people who are on his level (could only rely on other children when he was a kid in a life-threatening scenario). He doesn't get along with his teachers like he used to. He gets wary around people who are in higher positions than him. He probably didn't trust Ronnie all that much until she saved his ass from a rampaging dino on his first week at the DPW.

[beforetimes]

ok no one cares but i'm going to talk about the ocs i made up for the unnamed peaks/peak lords because. i was looking through my old notebook for some notes on a disciple era liushen fic i'll be working on and i got reminded of the old world building i did

the peaks and correlating peak lords i made up for this that went unnamed in canon (minus ku xing) goes as follows:

xun fu peak (beast taming peak): he qingshi

he qingshi: gentle with creatures who need it, surprisingly physically strong. imagine a swimmer's build. good with animals, not that good with people in comparison. fairly calm and quiet. imagine the demeanour of a therapist friend. was a farmhand growing up. fairly withdrawn from the other peak lords. gets along with mu qingfang and ba qingzao.

black hair, brown eyes (soft). hair usually in a simple bun to keep it out of the way. robes fairly coarse. almond-shaped eyes. sleek muscular build.

ku xing peak (ascetics + talismanns): tao qingsheng

tao qingsheng: very sure of himself and confident in his skills. fiery temper. has a one-track mind when it comes to things he's working on sometimes. tends to spend a few weeks in the ling xi caves every couple of years. a little overwhelming; not loud, but intimidating with how self-assured he is. initially wasn't close with the others because he wanted to avoidd the drama. close with wei qingwei.

black hair, coal-black eyes. large hands and sharp eyes. neat appearance. robes well-kept. hair fairly short—about mid-back, tied carefully.

zui xian peak (food + brewery): ba qingzao

ba qingzao: hardworking. always writing down various ideas he has. tries his best to get along with everyone—or at least stay on their good sides. only child, lonely growing up. was looking forward to being close with everyone on the qing generation. fairly well-liked on all the peaks. zu xian are fairly protective of him. would rather try and mediate a fight than watch it devolve into a shouting match. leads to him playing babysitter with liu qingge and shen qingqiu often. close with tian qingwu and (somewhat) shang qinghua.

soft eyes, calloused hands. deep amber eyes. dark, slightly brown hair, usually in a bun. very clean-kept, despite working in a kitchen. robes slightly wrinkled from long hours.

shao yi peak (artifacts): tian qingwu

tian qingwu: bright, hyperactive, always doing something. a little soot-stained at all times, no matter his (lack of) effort. not the best with self care. a bit of a gossip. earnest. usually in high spirits. mumbles under his breath, talks a lot when he's stressed. if he's overwhelmed, he's good at not showing it. likes plays. very touchy person—hands on shoulders, elbows looped around elbows, getting into people's space. easily forgives percieved slights.

a bit messy at all times. bright and intelligent eyes, always shiny despite being ink black. hands almost permanently a little sooty. calloused and scarred. robes slightly frumpy. hair usually in a simple ponytail. long—goes to his waist.

xin si peak (divination): meng qingmeng

meng qingmeng: naturally withdrawn. not eager to be alone, but generall alright with it. spends a lot of time in closed cultivation and doesn't venture off his peak often. is very attuned to what other people are feeling. slightly off in an old whimsical master sort of way. not really old—has an old soul, more like it. he's just slightly unsettling with most. people are comfortable telling him things but he's not particularly close with anyone in the qing generation.

narrow eyes, deep grey-ish blue. beautiful in an entrancing way. very put together. always neat and clean. eyebags—very slight—plague him for a few days now and then. pale because of the constant closed cultivation.

i also have! a vision for the way the landscape on each peak would look. because qing jing has a very particular bamboo theme, so i think it's only fair that this carries across the peaks. even if the trees might not necessarily be like. geographically native to ancient china. this is the world of pidw! i'm sure airplane took creative liberties...

qiong ding peak: pines, twisting paved pathways.

qing jing peak: bamboo, marked paths, stones.

wan jian peak: sparse plant life. oak. clear paths.

an ding peak: spruce. busy and twisting paths, a bit like a maze.

xian shu peak: willow trees! hidden paths, very deceiving and hard to navigate.

xun fu peak: mostly clear. oak where the plant-life is dense. constantly trampled grass.

bai zhan peak: trampled, well-tread paths. evergreen trees of all varities. ground constantly covered in pine needles.

qian cao peak: maple trees. paved, thin paths so there's space for herbs and plants to grow on the sides.

ku xing peak: oak. thick brushes of plant life.

zui xian peak: maple trees again. with vineyards and a few oaks. a mix of them all.

shao yi: oak trees, mostly. lots of large stones that tower over people.

xin si: droopy and somewhat mystic-like plant life that overhangs. constantly a bit foggy. waterfalls a-plenty.

i don't really have any reason to post this but like! i just thought it was fun! and you should expect to see at least passing mentions of a few of these people/settings in my fics from now on. because i have grown fond of them all <3

[ambassadressarlert]

a compilation of some of my personal armin head canons. lmk if i should do another. this is kinda long, sorry not sorry. <33 NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI

scorpio sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising.

- sun in scorpio: emotional and compassionate / intense and mysterious

- moon in virgo: service minded and shy / analytical and judgmental

- rising in capricorn: loyal and ambitious / unfulfillment and drudgerous

armin is the sweetest person to exist ever

- treats you the way he wants to be treated and more than you ever thought you could ever deserve.

- would rather die first than to hurt your feelings

- and when he does it’s never on purpose and it’s always sorry for it and will try to make up anyway he can

- always goes out of his way to make things easier for you

- his love languages are acts of service, physical touch, and quality time

- if your space is kinda messy he’ll do his best to reorganize and clean up for you

- needs to live in your skin. hugs often. holds your hand any chance he can. plays with your hair. lays in your lap. touchy touchy touchy

- date nights ever weekend, or every other weekend. tries to go somewhere nice and do something grand once in a while.

- he’s too embarrassed for full fledged PDA, but chaste kissing and holding hands is okay.

neurodivergent

- might be on the spectrum. you kinda gotta squint.

- has some kind of sleep disorder like insomnia or parasomnia.

- prone to nightmares

- also has depression, ptsd, anxiety

- does not take medication, like an antidepressant, even though he should

- he tries not to lay around too much when he’s around you or staying at your place, but when he’s alone in his own home he can stay in bed for literal days.

- his grandfather is getting older and his parents died when he was young so he has looming anxiety of death and losing people he loves.

- also has separation anxiety. he’s like one of those howling cats when their owner leaves for work.

- is kind of a picky eater. goes out and orders either alfredo pasta or chicken tenders.

- will stay up rlly rlly late until he can’t stand it

- drools in his sleep so if he’s laying on you, there’s a little wet spot lmao gross

anxious attachment style

- you remind him every single day that you love him, that he’s the only one for you, and that you’re happy in your relationship

- but he just can’t help not feeling adequate and good enough so sometimes his insecurities bleed out into other things.

- it gives him peace of mind that your location is on and he can see where you are.

- he goes through your following almost every day to see if anything has changed.

- will sometimes ask “do you know this guy?” when he sees you’ve gotten a new follower or if someone leaves a comment on one of your pics.

- super cyber stalker. if somebody leaves a nasty comment he can find their full name, place of employment, where they went to school, and their grandma’s facebook.

- he definitely screenshots the ugly stuff and sends it to their family. and says “this is how your offspring talks to people online” and that he “doesn’t appreciate you being treated this way.”

- other ppl would think he’s doing too much and sometimes it is but you know and understand him better than most people ever would.

- goes through your stuff when you’re not there

- he’s not looking for anything in particular, he just likes looking through things and seeing what you have

- smells everything. lotions and body washes. perfumes and hair products. reads the ingredients in your skin care. doesn’t know what any of it does.

- wears your house robe when you’re not there either. walks through the halls like a student at hogwarts.

cares for your animals when you’re gone or need help

- befriends whatever pet you have.

- your aloof and distant cat adores him and crawls in his lap.

- your dog follows him in every room and waits for him outside the bathroom. he cannot escape.

- if the litter box needs to be cleaned, he’ll do it.

- he’ll walk your dog and pick up your yard. might try to teach your dog a few new things.

- he’ll feed whatever you got in your cages or tank and refills all bowls and water

- gives them extra treats and snacks just because

passionate and sensual

- sex isn’t just sex for him. it’s like another way to connect emotionally with one another and be completely vulnerable and experiment with things.

- always has his mind in the gutter and is always down to jump your bones. or have you jump his bones.

- is a switch, equally enjoys being dominant and submissive.

- when he’s being dominant he wants to consume every piece of you. he kisses you everywhere, touches you everywhere, reminds you that you’re his and no one else’s.

- whispers to you about how good you feel around him. how tight you are. he loves the way you sound. he wants to stuff you full of his cock. likes to bend you over and watch how wet you get and watches his cum dripping out of you.

- wants to breed you so bad but alas. birth control.

- tries to convince you to get off of it. that you don’t need it and whatever happens, happens, and that he can support you.

- when he’s submissive, he whines and mews. he’s begging for more, harder, faster, uses his manners and says please and thank you like a good boy <33

- he turns you down most of the time when you wanna suck his dick, but he can never get enough of eating you out.

- his favorite positions are prone bone, doggy, missionary ofc, and when you ride him

- once he’s in sub-space there’s no coming out of it until he cums.

- his bookmarks on twitter is literally all porn, and he likes some weird stuff.

2023. do not copy or repost any work by arlertwitch on any other platform. violators will be prosecuted.

[phillippadgettwrites]

So. Any chance of a Dropped Call 3??

Dropped Call, Chapter 3

Rated X / 4743 words / posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

She thinks of it like a little toggle in her brain, like a switch. Or maybe more like a curtain that she can open and close at will. It’s something she developed as a teen, when her desire to remain pure of mind and body was in direct conflict with her desire to imagine what it might be like if Tommy Warner felt her up under her school uniform. Saturday night she’d stay up late discreetly discovering the hidden pleasure points between her legs, and then on Sunday morning she would simply flip the switch and go to Mass, her indiscretion so completely obscured behind her mental curtain that she felt no connection to Father Malone’s sermon on sins of the flesh. 

Over the years, she’s found many uses for this mental trick. In school, in jobs, in relationships, she avoids being overwhelmed by her own emotions by simply setting them aside, behind the curtain, and pretending as though they don’t exist. It doesn’t always work, but she’s found that the more intense the emotion is or the higher the stakes are, the more effectively she can ignore it, at least until she’s alone. In a psychology course at UMD she learned that the term for this strategy is compartmentalization, and that when done to excess it can become maladaptive. Rather than examine whether her own compartmentalization was doing her more harm than good, she stuck that behind the curtain, too. 

This whole bizarre situation with Mulder is taking up an increasingly large amount of space behind the curtain. So much space that she worries it could become uncontainable, that it could all burst through some Tuesday afternoon and ruin everything. She’s had to pull back on their friendship out of fear that the dam won’t hold, and the dichotomy of it all makes her feel like a stranger in her own life. She powers through each workday, counting down the hours until she can go home and stop using all her mental energy to hold the curtain closed. When she walks through her apartment door it hits her like a sneaker wave, and she spends the rest of the evening reading trashy romance novels, masturbating, or deep cleaning something just to keep herself distracted. 

The worst part of it is that it’s just so stupid. She knows that they both want the same thing, knows it with absolute certainty, and yet she’s too cowardly to let it happen. She can cross all kinds of boundaries with a phone line between them, but the second his physical form is proximal to hers, the curtain swings shut and her walls go up, and she truly doesn’t know how to stop it from happening. As it turns out, defense mechanisms aren’t entirely voluntary. 

It’s Friday, a week or so since their last sordid phone call, and Mulder is wearing his charcoal suit. He’s being excessively charming and she can’t stop smiling at him, despite her very best efforts not to. Not that she doesn’t want to smile and laugh with him, she very much does, but when he meets her eye and smiles at her like that, and she feels herself smiling back, the curtain strains against the weight of everything behind it and she begins to panic. 

“What are you up to this weekend?” he asks when she starts to pack up her things a few minutes before five. 

“Not much,” she says, not looking at him. “Grocery shopping. Maybe Mass with my mother.”

“Would it be okay if I gave you a call?”

She freezes. Mulder calls her all the time, near daily, and he’s never asked for permission to do so. The curtain bulges, threatening to split open, and she clears her throat. 

“Sure, that’s fine,” she says, her eyes still downcast. 

“Tonight?” His voice is so hopeful, and it makes her feel like shit. 

“Okay.”

She puts on her coat and slings her bag over her shoulder. Before leaving, she forces herself to look at him. 

“Have a good weekend,” she says with a polite little smile. 

Mulder’s eyes narrow in that way that means he’s psychoanalyzing her, his head tilted increments to the side. 

“Likewise,” he says, his tone unreadable. 

She escapes into the hallway, holding the curtain closed with both hands. 

Once inside her apartment, the weight of anticipation sits heavy in her pelvis and her ears tingle with the effort of listening for the phone. She changes into comfortable clothes and conveniently forgoes panties, barely registering the fact that she’s doing so to give herself easy access. 

He could call at any time. It could be in five minutes, or five hours. When 8:00 pm comes and goes she entertains the idea of just calling him instead, but she doesn’t have any room for that behind the curtain so she decides to wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. 

He finally calls at 8:57. 

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he says brightly. “Long time no talk.”

Is he being facetious since they just saw each other a few hours ago, or is he referring to the last time she played the role of Electra?

“It’s good to hear your voice,” she says, then makes a face at herself. Electra is supposed to be sexy, not sweet. 

“Ditto. What are you up to?”

She’s standing in the middle of her living room, piqued and nervous, but that’s probably not what he’s hoping to hear. 

“I’m…talking to you,” she says. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he says with a sigh, “I have a bit of a conundrum.”

“Oh?” Scully paces slowly around her couch and coffee table. Where is he going to take this?

“I was hoping you could help me out,” he says. 

“Okay. What’s the conundrum?”

“Well, it’s about my partner,” he says. 

Scully sinks slowly down onto the couch. 

“Okay.”

She hears Mulder swallow thickly. 

“So I think,” he begins, “that she might be interested. That she might…share my feelings.”

Scully’s heart leaps and begins to pound against her ears. 

“That’s…that’s good news, right?” she says, reminding herself that she is Electra right now. 

“It is, absolutely. Phenomenal news,” he says emphatically. 

“So what’s the conundrum?”

“I think she’s too afraid to take the next step. I know she is, actually,” he says. She can hear the way the sunflower seeds in his mouth change the shape of his words, and she imagines him spending the hours leading up to this phone call munching on them and thinking about how to have this conversation. “And I think maybe she needs me to be the one to do that. But if I’m wrong, I run the risk of fucking things up between us.”

“That sounds difficult,” she says, her head spinning. 

“So what should I do?” he asks. 

Electra wants to answer the question, but Scully is frantically shoving things back behind the curtain, tugging at the edges in an attempt to keep it all hidden. 

“I think you’re right,” she blurts out, closing her eyes. “I think she does need you to be the one.”

There’s a beat of silence. 

“But should I wait?” he asks. “Maybe she’s not ready.”

“I imagine she’s as ready now as she’ll ever be,” she says, eyes still closed. The curtain is tearing right down the middle, the contents spilling out, and her stomach lurches. 

“Okay,” he says. “Thank you. I appreciate your help.”

Scully sits up, opening her eyes. Was that it?

“No problem.”

“Hey, can I call you right back?” Mulder says, his tone much lighter. 

“Sure, okay.”

Her heart pounds painfully hard in the roughly thirty seconds that she waits for him to call back. Maybe he’s going to call Scully this time. Maybe he’s going to put it all out in the open and force her hand. Even though it’s what she just told him he should do, she’s so terrified that she considers not answering. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, me again, sorry about that,” he says. 

So…she’s still Electra?

“It’s fine,” she says, then waits for him to speak. 

“I was hoping we could try something different,” he says. “Bit of a role reversal.”

“Um, okay,” she says, curious but worried. “What did you have in mind?

“I’ve told you about my fantasies.” A pause. “I’d like to hear about yours.” Her entire nervous system short circuits, and she briefly loses touch with reality. “Electra?”

“Yeah,” she sputters, shifting around on the couch uncomfortably. “I’m here. Is that…allowed?”

Mulder laughs nervously.  

“The arrangement is that I pay you to talk to me. There aren’t really rules beyond that.”

“Oh.” Her mind is going a million miles an hour trying to figure out how to sidestep this. “That’s, um…that’s quite private, though.”

“True. But I’d argue that you’ve been given unfettered access to my private thoughts, so it’s an equal exchange,” he reasons. 

She can tell that he won’t push much further. He knows her too well to do that. But he does have a point, and she still harbors some guilt for not stopping him when he shared his fantasy with her in that first phone call. 

“Yeah, that’s true,” she says. “What do you want to know?”

She senses his excitement, and she’s so conflicted between feeling excited herself and feeling terrified. There will be no coming back from this. The curtain is practically in tatters. 

“I would be ecstatic to hear literally anything you’re willing to share,” he says carefully, tempering his eagerness. 

Scully leafs through her mental file of fantasies, the ones she’s prone to revisit. Her cheeks get hot as she considers the idea of sharing any of them with Mulder, in no small part because he stars in every single one of them. But right now he’s talking to Electra, and Electra would be fantasizing about someone else. She finds an intact corner of the curtain and draws it up, separating herself from the situation. 

“We’re in my kitchen,” she says, jumping right into it. “We’ve just had dinner or something and we’re cleaning up. He’s helping me with the dishes.”

“Who is he?” Mulder interrupts. 

“He’s…a friend.”

“A close friend?”

“Yes. A best friend.” She can’t leave him to wonder if she’s talking about him. That feels too cruel. “A coworker,” she adds. 

“What does he look like?”

Scully lays back on the couch, propping her head on the armrest. She pictures Mulder earlier that day at work in his charcoal suit, smiling at her over his desk. 

“Tall. Dark features. Handsome.”

“You think so?”

She smiles and allows this brief break in their role play. 

“I do. Very much.”

“So you’re in the kitchen,” he prompts her.

“We’re in the kitchen and we’re kind of joking around, laughing. He’s teasing me, but not in an unkind way. And there’s a moment where he’s looking at me and smiling, and something passes between us. Moments like that happen all the time, but I always look away.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid,” she admits. 

“Of what?”

She takes a moment to consider the question. As conflicted as she is when it comes to her relationship with Mulder, she’s never allowed herself to think too deeply about what exactly she’s conflicted about. 

“Of being hurt, I guess. Of being vulnerable.”

“You think he’d hurt you?” he asks, maybe a bit wounded. 

“Not intentionally,” she says. “But I think it could easily happen.”

She senses that he’d like to explore this line of thought, but that would completely derail the fantasy. She hears a beeping sound and then a soft thud. Maybe the microwave. Leave it to Mulder to get hungry at a time like this. 

“I’m sure he’d do everything possible to avoid that,” he says somberly. “So do you look away?”

“No,” she says, jumping back to the kitchen in her mind. “I don’t look away this time, and it becomes…intense. He steps closer and I realize he’s going to kiss me.”

“And you want him to?”

“Yes, very much. He kisses me and it’s sweet at first, but quickly becomes more…intense. Sorry, I can’t think of a different word to use.”

“Intense is a good word,” he says, encouraging her. 

His connection is a bit muffled, like the phone isn’t quite lined up correctly to his mouth. She wonders if he’s in bed, and what he’s doing.

“He picks me up and puts me on the counter, which makes things much easier because he’s quite a bit taller than me. And we just kiss for a while. I guess…I guess more accurately it would be making out.”

“Do you think he’s a good kisser?”

“Yes,” she answers immediately. 

“You’ve given this thought?”

“Yes,” she says again. 

“And then what?”

Scully swallows. This is where things go from PG-13 to explicit. 

“And then he pulls me down off the counter so I’m standing on the floor, and he turns me around.” Mulder is silent on the other end of the line. All she hears is a mechanical hum. “And he, um, he pulls my pants and underwear down. And then he sort of pushes me forward so I’m leaning over the counter.”

Her heart simply cannot take this. It’s been in overdrive so long she’s starting to sweat, and she’s lying completely still on the couch. 

“What does he do?” Mulder finally asks. 

“I think he’s going to…to take me from behind, but he doesn’t,” she says, her voice shaking. “He kneels on the floor behind me.”

“Tell me.” His voice is commanding, not pleading, and it’s effective. 

“He, um, he eats me out from behind. He makes me orgasm that way,” she says. 

She hears the rush of Mulder’s sharp inhale through the phone. 

“Is that where it ends?” he asks. 

She barely registers another set of beeps and another soft thud.

“No,” she continues. “After that he does take me from behind.”

“He fucks you?”

The sharpness of the word, from Mulder’s mouth, in reference to herself, makes her clit jump. Scully slides her free hand under the waist of her pants and swirls her middle finger around it languidly. 

“Yes,” she breathes. “He fucks me.”

“Do you come again?”

“Yes.”

“What about him?”

“He comes inside me.”

“You want him to?”

“I do.”

“Are you touching yourself?” he asks, his voice a near whisper.

“Yes,” she whispers back. 

“Open the door,” he says. 

“What?”

“Open the door.”

Her confusion gives way to horror as she recognizes the soft murmur of his voice in the hallway. She’s frozen in place, her hand down her pants and her widened eyes on her front door. 

“Mulder, what are you doing?” she hisses, pulling her hand out of her pants as she slips down to the floor and attempts to hide behind the couch. 

“Please let me in,” he implores, and she hears his voice in stereo. 

“I can’t,” she whimpers. 

It feels true. She feels physically incapable of walking to the door and allowing him to look at her after what she just told him. 

“Then I’m going to let myself in,” he says. 

He waits a beat to see if she’ll object, but she says nothing. She hears the scrape of his key in the lock and then the pop of the deadbolt. The door opens and she slowly stands up from behind the couch, the phone still pressed to her ear. 

He’s standing in her entryway, his cell phone in one hand and his keys in the other, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He catches her eye and holds it for a beat, and she pulls the phone away from her ear, breaking eye contact to end the call. And then she just stands there, shell-shocked, staring at the phone in her hands. 

She hears him slip off his shoes and pad across the room towards her. There’s nowhere for her to hide, physically or emotionally. The curtain is toast, and her fingers are coated in her own arousal, and Mulder is in her living room with full knowledge of what she wishes he would do to her. This is either the best or the worst moment of her adult life. She’s afraid to find out which. 

He takes the phone from her and sets it on the coffee table. Next she feels his hands on her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. She complies reluctantly, and a few seconds tick by as the familiar intensity builds. She sees in his face how much he wants this, wants her, and it reaches that point she can’t bear where she always looks away. Just when she can’t take it any longer, when she’s about to avert her eyes to the fireplace, he kisses her. 

At first it’s sweet. He presses his soft lips against hers again and again, a series of firm but chaste kisses that begin to devolve when she opens her mouth and he runs his tongue across the inside of her upper lip. He’s bent down and she’s on the tips of her toes, and it feels like she just can’t get close enough. 

She squeals with surprise when her feet fly out from beneath her and Mulder tosses her down on the couch, quickly covering her body with his own. Their height difference compensated for, he kisses her deeply and intensely, and he is every bit as skilled at kissing as she imagined him to be. His hips are tucked between her open legs, and the more they kiss the smaller the gap between their bodies grows until she feels the hard ridge of his erection press against her clit. She whimpers into his open mouth, and he pulls back a little to look at her. 

“Do you want this?” he asks breathlessly, and she nods. “You’ll tell me if you want me to stop?” She nods again. 

He shifts his body to the side to free up one of his hands, then resumes kissing her. His hand drifts up under her shirt, and she feels like she could come just from the knowledge that he’s going to touch her, that this is happening. He kneads her breast, gently pinches her nipple, all the while grinding against her hip. It feels so deliciously forbidden, like they’re two teenagers necking in a basement, until his hand slides down her belly and under the waist of her pants. 

He pauses, giving her time to adjust or object. She just keeps kissing him as his fingers comb through her pubic hair and then trace the seam of one leg, and then the other. She remembers his fantasy, and she shifts one of her legs to the side to let him know she’s ready. That she wants it. 

“Jesus christ,” he mumbles against her mouth when his fingers slide down her slick lips. 

His touch, his words, his presence, have her on the edge already. 

“Mulder,” she breathes out. “I—”

He pushes a finger inside her and she gasps as her cunt squeezes it tightly. 

“Oh, Scully,” he says, grinding against her with his face tucked into the crook of her neck. “You need this.”

She can’t stop it. She’s coming with hardly any warning, with hardly any effort on his part, and with such intensity that she stops breathing. Mulder whispers things to her that she will recall later and blush, gently fucking her with his fingers all the while. It is absolute euphoria, and she’s so high on dopamine that she can’t bother feeling embarrassed for being so easy. 

Mulder slips his hand out of her pants and she turns her body so that they are face to face, somehow both wedged onto her tiny couch. She runs her fingers through his hair and then cradles his jaw, and he watches her face with awe. 

“That was unexpected,” she says quietly, and a grin breaks out over his face. “Thanks for coming over,” she adds, averting her eyes to his mouth. 

His smile suddenly falls. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, and she lifts her eyes back to his. 

“I know,” she says, and then she kisses him. 

The kissing goes on for a delightfully long while, and she finds that she very much enjoys the way that Mulder kisses. At the realization that she has the long awaited opportunity to get her hands on the everpresent bulge in his pants, she runs her palm firmly over the front of his jeans, and he groans. 

“You don’t have to do that,” he says, extremely unconvincingly. 

“What if I want to?” she asks. 

She feels him lurch under her palm. 

“Then I’d say we probably need to take this party to the bedroom,” he says tightly. 

They scramble off the couch, and he walks her backwards into her bedroom as he works her shirt off over her head. He removes his shirt as well, and they stand at the foot of her bed, his fingers tucked under the waist of her pants. A lamp in the living room is still on, but the bedroom is dark, giving them enough light to see without feeling exposed. 

“I can’t help but notice that you’re not wearing panties,” he says, and she feels herself blushing. 

“They just get in the way,” she admits shyly, and he makes a little sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a moan. 

“Can I take these off?” he asks, and she nods. 

She feels his eyes on her, but he’s very respectful. He doesn’t stand back to gawk at her or say anything lewd, he just kisses her face, the tops of her shoulders, anything he can reach without sitting down. Before he does so for the sake of getting his mouth on her breasts, she pops the button on his fly and he sucks in a breath. 

“Easy, loaded weapon,” he quips. 

“I’d be a hypocrite to judge you,” she points out. 

“That’s, uh, not quite the same,” he says as she lowers his fly and slips her fingers under his boxers at his hips. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

She pushes his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs and then wraps her hand around his cock. Her eyebrows shoot up, and that’s before she runs her palm over the length of him. 

“You know that I hate to inflate your ego,” she says, sliding her hand down to cup his balls, “but color me impressed.”

He chuckles and it dissolves into a groan. He sits heavily on the end of the bed, tugging her down with him, and she climbs into his lap. His cock brushes against her clit and she sucks in a shuddering breath. 

“What do you want?” he asks, steadying her with his hands on her naked hips while he works his feet the rest of the way out of his jeans. 

“...I don’t know,” she says, which is a lie. 

“You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?” he asks, reading her mind as always. 

She reaches between them and takes hold of his cock. 

“I want this,” she whispers, feeling like she might burst into flames. 

They start kissing again and she’s still stroking him, brushing him over her clit. She pushes up onto her knees a little and drags the head down over her lips and across her opening. She’s obscenely wet and Mulder is making all kinds of greedy, hungry noises: groaning and humming, grabbing at her ass and sucking on her breasts. He’s right there, and they both want this, and when she presses the head of him against her cunt and he starts to sink in, the energy in the room shifts. 

“Oh, shhhhhhhhhhit,” he groans, his breathing suddenly ragged. 

She feels proud, and sexy, and powerful as he stretches her open inch by inch. It hurts a little, but not near enough for her to even consider stopping. They’re both panting like they’ve exerted themselves and they’re only just getting started. 

She lifts her hips again and sinks back down before she’s even managed to take him in all the way; she just can’t wait any longer. He has one hand on her hip, the other braced against the mattress behind him to keep them from toppling over, and his hips are eagerly flexing up to meet her. Each time she lowers herself back down she takes in a bit more of his length, until they are pressed tightly together and she feels the poke of his pubic hair against her swollen lips. 

She stills and immediately he’s kissing her, sucking at her lips and humming noisily. She loves the sounds he’s making and how eager he is, how openly enthusiastic. God, she wants to make him come. Wants to feel him throbbing inside her, running out of her. 

She starts to shift her hips forward and back, slipping him tightly in and out and running his shaft across her clit on each downstroke. 

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. “You feel…incredible.”

His compliment goes straight to her cunt and she flutters around him, making him moan. 

“I’m gonna come,” she whispers shyly against his mouth. 

“Shit, you’re gonna make me come,” he says harshly, like this is bad news. 

But the idea of him coming inside her is enough to send her over the edge. She digs her fingernails into the back of his neck and presses her forehead against his as she clamps down on him, her mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut. 

“Oh my god,” she wails as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over her, sweeping her out to sea. 

Mulder lets loose a stream of obscenities and she feels a hot rush deep in her belly. She rides him roughly as it just keeps coming and coming, and he falls backwards onto the bed, taking her down with him. He keeps thrusting up into her from below, and the wet slosh of both of them is almost embarrassing, had she the faculties for embarrassment. He finally becomes too soft to continue thrusting and there is a second hot rush when he slips out of her. 

She collapses against him, her cheek pressed to his sweat-damp chest, and waits for the inevitable surge of shame and regret, even though she knows it’s not shameful and she certainly doesn’t regret it. Without warning, Mulder wraps his arms around her and rolls her to the side, which does nothing to contain the mess between her legs. He hovers over her, searching her face, knowing her well enough to predict that she’ll struggle in the immediate aftermath. 

“You okay?” he asks, trailing the back of his knuckle across her cheek. 

She gives him a weak smile and nods, though tears are pooling in her eyes. She’s not even sure why. 

“Please don’t take my demeanor as an indication of anything,” she says, touching his waist. “It’s not about you, I just…this is difficult for me.”

“I know,” he says. “Take as much time as you need.”

She nods, waiting for the tightness in her throat to subside before she tries to speak again. 

“I’m sure Electa doesn’t require this much emotional maintenance,” she jokes, swiping a finger under her eye to clear a way a tear before it has a chance to fall. 

Mulder smiles at her and sighs. 

“I haven’t called her in weeks, just so you know,” he says. “And I don’t plan to.”

“You can call whoever you want, Mulder, I have no right to an opinion on it,” she says quickly, panicking at the idea that he feels beholden to her. 

He rests his head on her chest just above her breast and curls up around her, which feels a bit backwards but also feels very nice. She strokes his hair and he splays his hand out over the scar on her belly, and they are quiet for a beat. 

“I’d like you to have a right to an opinion on it,” he says suddenly, quietly, and it takes her a moment to follow. 

“...You would?”

“Doesn’t have to be right away, but yes.”

“Okay,” she says. 

He doesn’t ask what that okay means, which she’s grateful for because she doesn’t really know. And even though she’s not brave enough to ask him to stay over, he seems to know that she wants him to, and he stays. She has absolutely no idea what she’s doing, but she trusts that they’ll figure it out together, like they always do. 

[sonnetts-enclosure]

This will be more than a paragraph, but I need you to write the conversation where Kelley tells Sonnett that you know who agreed to an open relationship

“We agreed that we’re just…gonna be open.”

Sonny looks at Kelley with a brow quirked. What does that even mean, open?

“…Am I supposed to know what that means?” she asks, and she wants to apologize for the fact that it sounds snarky, but it’s already out in the space between them.

Kelley understands the hesitation. She does. But she’s willing to explain if Sonny will listen.

“Well…no. But if you don’t, I’m happy to explain.”

Sonny looks down at the coffee cup in front of her. She’s had about half of it, and things were going pretty alright for the first half. Now, she’s wondering if it’s even worth being here for this conversation. Maybe she should grab one to go and head home. But she shrugs instead, and Kelley takes it as an invitation to help her understand.

“There isn’t a ton to explain, it’s just that she’s comfortable with you and I…” Kelley clears her throat and Sonny sips at her coffee to avoid saying anything. She has a sense of what Kelley’s trying to say and would rather she doesn’t say it at all. “Being together.”

Sonny stops sipping her coffee and sets it down again.

This all sounds incredibly messy. Sounds like it’s a straight shot to getting her heart broken. But of course there’s a selfish part of her tugging at her attention, begging for her to accept whatever kind of stupid proposition this is.

The coffee shop’s radio has something to say about it.

I'm like "Do you wanna keep me on lock though?"

Symmetrical feelings match best when we're staring at the ceiling

I'm having those same thoughts, can't stop

Thinking you got me brainwashed

I'm see-through, need you

Why do I think you're so cool?

Sonny does what she can to drown it out.

“What do you mean being together? What does that mean?”

Kelley turns her cup in circles nervously. Sonny’s less than enthusiastic response is kind of making her wish she hadn’t said a damn thing. “Uh…well, I mean, however we want to be together, honestly.”

Everything's clean except for my thoughts

Thinking about me getting you off

If Sonny thinks she doesn’t have urges, she’s absolutely bullshitting herself. She’s bullshitting herself even more when she says she doesn’t need Kelley to help with those urges, that anyone would know her better than Kelley does.

Her mind goes fuzzy for a moment thinking about the way her hands ache the most whenever Kelley is around, desperate for her. Sonny’s never felt the way she feels about Kelley, and she fucking hates that.

“And what exactly do you want it to be?” she asks, and Kelley almost lights up at the chance to continue pitching this to her.

“I just want us,” Kelley admits, blurting it out like an idiot. It feels too desperate almost, but Sonny just goes quiet for a moment before nodding.

“I don’t wanna get caught up in something that’s gonna hurt me, Kelley,” she says cautiously, and Kelley reaches across the table to collect Sonny’s hands in hers for just a moment — she knows Sonny hates when she’s physically affectionate with her in public, despite having Kelley’s girlfriend as a buffer, a reason to keep people from thinking there might be something between them.

“This isn’t meant to hurt you. It’s meant to give us a chance to have what we want to have.”

What’s the harm in trying?

“If it starts to hurt, I don’t want it to ruin our friendship,” Sonny says, and Kelley nods in agreement.

“Totally agree. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Sonny finishes off her coffee.

“Come back to my place with me then,” she says rather than asks, and Kelley’s face burns as she nods, pushing her chair out so she can get up.

“Let’s go then.”

[arjunasearth]

What this year taught me the in so many (also very painful) ways is how important self-love REALLY is. It is a life-long journey. It is discipline. It is commitment. On the one hand, I can be so committing and ambitious , one the other hand I am lacking commitment with essential things and when I see it in others (as a reflection),too. I think nothing is more difficult than building a consistent basis of self-love. And by self-love, I mean so so many things. It is not just pampering myself. It is fully accepting myself with all my highs and lows and still keep going. I felt stuck in so many ways this year and had intense blockades which also brought intense insights and another understanding of self-love. Commitment is self-love. But it doesnt start when I am working for my goals; it starts with cleaning the dishes. With cleaning my (head-)space. With caring for my body with nourishing and healthy foods. With working out. With consuming less and less chemicals and more and more plants. With writing down what I am thankful for. And it goes on and on. Self-love also means letting go for me: letting thoughts go that harm me. Letting people go who do the same. Self-love is hydrating myself as much as hydrating the plants in my space. Self-love , basically is, everything. It tells everything about me , about how I treat myself , others and how I am treated in return. Everything basically is a pure reflection of self love- on a wave spectrum between low and high. And I don't mean this in any egocentric way at all. I am talking of self-love as an integral part of the whole. of the collective . If everyone truly started loving themselves not by buying fancy stuff but rather truly caring for the own health, physically and mentally. Not for looks. Not for contests or comparisons. But simply for themselves. Vizualize what a world we would be living in. How we would treat each other, animals, plants, the Planet. Harmony. Unification.Peace. It all starts with ourselves and if we can vizualize or even feel this unity, this powerful collective field, then it must be already happening. And it always starts with our journey inwards. By finding out who we are, what we like and where we are going. By creating our life instead of just ,living by', feeling separated, isolated or lost.

This year has taught me : The bigger the chaos, the bigger the need for its alchemization from pain into healing. The bigger the need to feel the pain and also to let it flow through us. The bigger the need to love ourselves. To hug our heart from the inside, to send it healings.