#i'm in such a bad place rn this is the only thing that is working as distraction

[edensrose]

okay so, minimal aesthetics, i'm gonna do one final rant (? more like explanation ) post to just give y'all a little insight of me & to kinda explain myself to lessen the anxiety? i don't want people to think im just a miserable ball 24/7

then, i'm gonna put it away because honestly i do NOT want my blog to become my journal & i'm honestly trying to be better. so i'm gonna highlight a few things under the cut, vent it all out, we're gonna hold hands, & i'm gonna say goodbye to this era of mine okay? ok ! 🩷

i wanna be the pink princess that's bubbly & silly & able to make you all feel good whether through my writing or shenanigans on here. so, me ranting so much recently has made me feel sad & more anxious than anything else. bc I want this place to be positive, and happy, yk?

so. i'm not gonna get to into why i'm like this or why i'm perpetually fighting for my life. there's a lot. i consider myself to be an optimist but it's very difficult in my life & my head. to put it lightly, there are outside factors like family, financial, etc issues that all get me stuck in my own head.

i feel guilty when I can't get things done & tbh, that's not my fault because i am genuinely a very sickly person. I was born with a small heart, literally, which I assume is why I am like this physically. so on top of me having heart scares, I frequently catch colds, and infections, I struggle with my eyes a lot which gives me headaches, I suffer from bouts of insomnia, joint issues in my knuckles and knees, acid reflux induced by anxiety & a plethora of other medical anomalies I just really can't think of rn

i struggle with ocd & i've only recently been diagnosed together with depression. I'm trying to grapple with a lot of it especially bc it affects such a big portion of my life, more than I realised. I'm consistently anxious & trying to find outlets, I struggle with my own irrational panic & intrusive thoughts. it's not made any better by the religious family I am in. I love my family, but the christian religion actively triggers all of my anxiety and detriments me. so every week, I start fresh off of Sunday, the lord's day, or as I like to call it: anxiety fest.

socially? I feel like I'm always doing something wrong but I really wanna connect with people. so I guess I'm sorry if I ever come off weirdly.

all of this spins me into trying to relieve said anxiety with my compulsions and shutting people off. which I feel horrible about because i love talking to people. but this combined with my social battery make me a really horrible person to keep in touch with, which spirals into more or the guilt I already experience.

and guilt? oh god the guilt. writing is my greatest passion but also my career, im not employed atm & frankly it's very hard to find something, so I'm pushing into a lot of different projects in hopes I can get them done. so when I don't write for a day? i start spiralling. bad. that's why im always busy, always taking extreme amounts of time to work. i can't stop, I feel like if I do I'm gonna lose my mind, and I suppose it's become a bit of a compulsion itself in a way.

so I guess. . . tldr, I feel awful if I don't get stuff done & I don't get stuff done because of poor physical & mental health which spirals me deeper into am abyss and it just becomes a vicious cycle.

I take awhile to post stuff because aesthetics have become a way to relieve my anxiety, which means I'm consistently trying to make sure they're satisfying, otherwise I won't feel good & I'll spiral myself further. which in turn has me spiralling even more cause hey! i'm not writing!

i feel bad about ranting on here sm instead of being active with people because ik there are so many people that care about me and love this blog so it's just. sigh.

but I'm trying to break out of it! and this is kinda one step in that direction?

[supermcmuffin2012]

i've been drawing yado a Lot since three days in a row now splendid

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I've never heard of emts working only at events? What's that like for you if you don't mind my asking?

Yeah, there are ambulance companies that staff certain events, but there's some event specific companies out there lmao. For me specifically, it's almost entirely college events, whether it's happening on a campus or not. It's not great, usually pretty boring, but it's better than being on an ambulance or in a hospital. We do get actual emergencies sometimes, but usually it's just getting drunk people to the tent or giving out water and bandaids lmao. Again, boring as fuck, but I chose this over working on a 911 rig, so that's on me 😔 if I'm being so real tho, other than my coworkers, the best part of the job is the food lmaoooo it's so good and all the food trucks/food booths give discounts or free food to us depending on the location and event. And there's almost always a ton of downtime, so I basically just get paid to sit there and vibe for the most part

[theladygazingatemptiness]

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[peppermintmochafem]

Heya mummy, just wanted to check in and see how you're doing? Sending lots of love, care your way! This puppy always wants to make sure you're okay. - 🇦🇺

awww 🥺 such a sweet pup. you make a good emotional support pet ❤️

[vitiateoriginator]

I'm losing my medical insurance at the end of the month :)

[hyperfixiation-station]

Behind Enemy Lines Pt.1

CW: Torture, Canon-typical violence, talk of derealization, disassociation Summary: You were a friendly medic, captured years ago and held prisoner, forced to do do the bidding of your captors. Years later, a man by the name of Ghost is dragged in and changes the trajectory of your life. A/N: I had severe ADHD, and i am unmedicated rn, and it makes it really hard to work on things unless I get the hyperfocused drive for it, so I'm sorry I'm so bad at making the other parts to my fics. Know that I will never abandon them. it just might take me a while. idea part 2 Part 3

You fought back, at first. Way back when you first got captured, taken from your base camp and dragged through miles and miles of harsh terrain, blindfolded and bound. A medic you were, yes. But your team had trained you with the best of them. You spent the whole time trying to escape, kicking and screaming until they bound your legs and gagged you. You spent the first month of captivity refusing to talk to them, hissing and spitting and pretending their punches didn’t hurt. But it didn't take you long to realize it was better to cooperate, or to at least be civil. Civility got you less broken bones, less pain, more rations, more sleep. Cooperation didn’t come till later, when you finally realized your team wasn't coming for youthey were dead but you didn't know that.

Surprisingly, the whole mouth-getting-sewn-shut didn't happen till a couple years in... they were torturing someone, a man who said he had kids and a wife at home, whose only wish was that they left something recognizable of him so they could get some closure. You begged them to stop. Begged them to stop when his wounds became too numerous to count, too much for you to handle. Begged because you started to care for him as he told you about his son and daughter, how they want him home for Christmas(You didn't have the heart to tell him Christmas was 6 days ago) Told them that he would die no matter what you did if they continued. Well, they didn't stop, and he did die... and you found yourself ringing in the new year by being strapped to a table.

“We warned you to stop talking with him.” They said as they clamped the metal shut over your forehead and chin, holding you in place. “We told you to not get attached, but since you can’t seem to do it on your own, we’ll help you.” The feeding tube came 2 weeks later, shoved up your nose when they realized you were starving...they couldn't lose their favorite medic of course.

You stopped paying attention to the passage of time after that, spent most of your days drifting in and out of reality, moving through the motions with a practiced ease. And it would have remained that way, if it wasn’t for a man in a skull mask with a team- a family- looking for him. 

Your first introduction to him ended up with you getting a broken nose. Per usual, you were shoved into the cell, medical kit in hand, ready to fix up whatever damage your captors had done the their poor prisoner.

The mask he had been wearing when you saw him dragged in was gone, and he had a gash that went all the way through his cheek that would need stitching up. You pull out your equipment, moving slowly towards his bleeding face. 

he headbutted you the moment you got close enough for him to reach, and the crunch of bone and the gush of warm blood followed, not that you noticed. You were still in that dreamlike state, not quite tether to reality in the way you should be. You barely noticed when they tranqued him, and the only reason you didn't finish his stitches is because you passed out too(it’s hard to breathe through a bloody, broken nose)

The next time you approach more carefully, but he’s no trouble. Mostly because they left him completely strapped to the table this time. Today was a rare day, a time when you  could actually feel your feet on the ground rather than just see them. You feel bad as you wipe him down, your eyes flicking over the myriad of scars on his body. What’s one more you think to yourself as you get to work stitching a stab wound to his thigh. Just barely missed the artery here…that could have been bad news. Okay tie it off and- there we go. I think the only other thing that need to- oh, is he…talking to me? I should probably pay attention to that.

“-here?” His voice is gravely, though you suppose yours would be too after being tortured. He stares at you expectantly, and you shrug. You don’t know what he said, and even if you did, you couldn’t answer. You just move to his wrist, snapping the bone back in place. He inhales sharply, but doesn’t make an actual sound, which surprises you. But you don’t dwell on it, wrapping a bandage around his arm and moving to exit the room. 

“Y’ no’ g’nna lemme off?” His voice sounds, “they said y’ would.” You spin around, staring at him. You're not stupid. And even if your…bosses had said that, you still wouldn’t do it. Being trapped in a room with a man who is at least a foot taller than you and looks like he could kill a man with his glare? No thank you. 

You take a step back, heading towards the door. The man lets out a sound you would barely qualify as a laugh. “Sm’rt then.” He says to himself, “No’ gonna be that easy.” 

The next time you go in, you can't help but wonder what they want from this man. By now they usually would have killed him off. Oh well, not your job to wonder. You clean him up, splinting the fingers they had broke when he talks to you again.

"why don't y' let me die?" He says, voice just as gravely as before, "Put me outa m' misery?" You don't respond, just keep taping his hand. IT's something you ad asked yourself, right at the beginning. It would be kinder for you to just let your patients die. But you couldn't do it. Partially because you were punished anytime someone died before your captors wanted them to, but also because you were a medic. YOu were there to heal. You couldn't stomach letting someone die by your hand.

"Answer me!" The man snarls, bringing you back to the present, "For god's sake y' never talk, fuckin' mute." You don't respond, of course. Just finish your task and leave him to his thoughts.

He’s angrier after that time, you’ve noticed. The few times you're actually present, he’s fighting you. Usually not with words, but he bucks and doesn’t hold still. He’s tried to grab your medical supplies countless times, and one time you actually had to be pulled out because he jerked his arm while you were stitching him and somehow managed to drive the needle into your own hand. The few times he does actually yell at you, you’re usually not paying attention. You can catch words like “Dishonorable”  and “Disgraceful”. You aren’t entirely sure of the context of the words, but you can guess. You’ve treated enough prisoners who think that you are the world's worst human being, a blight to the medical field, to guess what he's trying to tell you. 

It's funny though, this man so full of hate. Because, for the first time in goodness knows how long, your feet are on the ground, and your head is level. Something about this man, his angry, uncrushed demeanor, even after weeks of torture, stirs emotion in you that you can’t quite identify. And maybe you should be grateful, thankful your head is on right, but you're not. You so desperately want to go back to that place of apathy and detachment, where your emotions weren’t so strong, were the pains of mishealed bones and poorly healed scars didn’t plague your waking moments. 

Or maybe it wasn’t the man- The Ghost, as you found out he was called. Maybe it was the fact that something in the air had changed. The air was electric, charged with tension so thick you could feel it even alone in your cot. They were watching you, you could tell. Could feel their eyes tracking your movements in a way they hadn’t since first giving you freedom to move around. 

You're not sure why. It’s not like you have anyone to go home to. You were an only child, and your parents had died long before you reached 18. All you had was your team, a team that had seemingly abandoned you. So why would you leave? There was nowhere to go. And yet they watched you. Was it because you were becoming more aware, more grounded then you had been in a long while? Was it the man, Ghost, who had them on edge? 

The answer came two days later. You were in Ghost's cell again, desperately packing gauze into a gaping hole on his side. You don’t know what had happened, but for the first time in years you were dragged from your cell, your captors muttering under their breath in a language you still didn’t understand as they thrust you into his cell. Blood was everywhere. Your best guess was that Ghost had been struggling and an instrument had slipped and gouged out a hole in his side. So here you are, packing gauze into the wound as you try to figure out what to do to keep him alive with your rudimentary supplies. 

You pack another piece of gauze in just as the door goes flying open. Men, dressed in black, wearing the same mask Ghost was, come bursting in. 

“Get back!” The one in the front yells at you, gun pointed in your face. You shake your head, hands pressed against Ghost’s wound. 

“Now!” You make a protesting noise, trying to gesture with your chin. The man looks down, eyes widening. 

“Aw shit- are you the medic?” You nod almost desperately. The man looks at you again, staring at your hands. They are shaking, pressed against the wound as you try to keep Ghost from bleeding out. 

“Fix him.” The man snaps. You shake your head and look up at the man, trying to communicate that you need more supplies. 

“Use your words.” The man gabs the gun at you, indicating he wants you to get on with it. You stomp your foot, shaking your head again. 

“What, what's that supposed..…you can’t speak, can you?” You nod, glad he finally got it. The man groans, lowering his gun.

“You’re coming with us, but you make one wrong move, and I mean one, I will put a bullet through your brain before you can even speak. Got it?” He gestures to the other two men with him, and together you lift Ghost up, carrying him out to safety.

A/N- anyways, here's part one. Sorry if it disappoints anyone

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[moonstruckme]

Hello tumblr has decided to temporarily disappear the request I'm ready to post again, so sorry and thank you for requesting <3

Request: i love love love your writing and was wondering if you’d write a period hurt/comfort with james? i have really bad endometriosis, and i’ve never really had someone take it seriously :( fainted earlier so i’m in pain rn and i just know james would be such a sweetheart

cw: modern au, reader who menstruates, very mild/vague description of cramps, male gaslighting/suspicion of female pain (what else is new)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 895 words

“Will that be all?” The geniality in James’ tone is starting to wane thin. He paces aimlessly around your flat, down the hall and into the bedroom and then back out again, footsteps meandering about the kitchen. “Right, yeah. No, I’m quite sure she’ll be out all day.” 

James shoots you an exasperated look as he comes into the sitting room, and you manage a smile-esque grimace from the couch in return. Your boss is a piece of work, you know. 

You hold out your hand for the phone. James shakes his head. 

“No, she can’t come to the phone right now,” he says, sitting beside your curled-up legs. “She’s resting. Did I mention she fainted a bit ago? Alright, yeah, just checking. Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll let her know.” 

You grimace again when he puts down the phone. Hanging up without telling the other person to have a lovely day is like James’ equivalent of the middle finger. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“What’re you sorry for?” James gives your calf a gentle squeeze. “Your boss is rather pushy, isn’t he? Shouldn’t take so much to use a sick day.”

“I don’t think he believes me.” You let your face mush deeply into a throw pillow. There’s a light sweat broken out on your brow, but you couldn’t be more grateful for the sweltering heating pad held tight over your abdomen. “I could’ve talked to him.” 

James makes a face. “You shouldn’t have to deal with someone like that when you’re already poorly.”  

“What did he want you to let me know?” 

“Oh. Uh.” James seems as though he did not, in fact, plan to let you know, but now that you’ve asked he can’t avoid it. “He said that he expects to see you in tomorrow. We’ll see.” 

You sigh. “I might be able to manage tomorrow. Or I might be a bit better, at least.” 

“We’ll see,” he says again, stooping to mush a kiss into the side of your head. “Don’t worry about that yet, sweetheart. How are you feeling now?” 

“Better than when I woke up.” 

“Yeah?” James asks hopefully. It’s a low bar, considering that early this morning the pain had been bad enough to cause you to pass out. But if there’s one thing James can be relied upon for, it’s a positive outlook. “That’s great, lovie. Is there anything you need?”

You shake your head, breaths shallowing as your cramps worsen. Nausea pinches the back of your throat. James’ face pinches, too, as he sees. He rubs your lower back where the muscles tend to clench. 

“Is there anything you want?” he asks instead. 

It almost makes you laugh. Almost, but even that’s enough to ease the pain slightly. 

“No,” you say, breathing out as the worst passes. James continues massaging your back. “Thanks.” 

“Maybe we could try a walk later, if you’re feeling better,” he says. “Some light exercise might help.” 

“Maybe,” you murmur. Truly, the thought of leaving this couch anytime during the next week makes you want to sew yourself into the cushions. James probably knows you’re only humoring him, but he doesn’t say anything. When you hug your heating pad closer, he spreads his palm flat over your back to transfer heat there, too. 

You relax some when the cramp eases the rest of the way. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take over your whole day.” 

“Sweetheart, why are you sorry?” James places his free hand over yours on your heating pad. Between that and the one on your back, it’s almost like a hug. “I know you don’t want this to happen. And, honestly, I’d rather have my day taken over by you than anyone else. Don’t tell Sirius.” 

That coaxes a small smile out of you. James grins, leaning down again to plant a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m sorry you’re so miserable.” 

“I’m not miserable,” you say. “I’m with you.” 

James makes a horrendously fond sound, cuddling you close. “You flatterer. I don’t know where you find the energy to be so sweet during times like this.” 

You make it easy, you want to say, but James will only think you’re playing along with him and you want to say it when he’ll hear the sincerity you mean it with. Instead, you intertwine your fingers with his and say, “I’ve thought of something I want.” 

“Yeah?” James sits up. He brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, mindless of your clamminess. You think that maybe the only thing bigger than James’ capacity for love is how it feels to be at the center of it. “Some tea, maybe? That tumeric one helped a bit last time, remember?” 

“Maybe later,” you say, voice softening. “For now, could I please have a kiss?” 

James blinks once in surprise, but then he grins. “Ah, for the endorphins,” he says, already bending down. “Good thinking, angel.” 

“Right.” You don’t know where he gets these facts. You suspect he scrolls through endometriosis reddit forums while you’re asleep. “Yeah.” 

James makes it a kiss worth asking for. He keeps his hand flat over your back as he leans over you, the other cupping your cheek to encourage your face towards him. And when your lips part, you do feel a bit better. It’s a magical cure-all, just like the fairytales say.

[captainpriceslilwife]

Short little thing with John Price x f!Reader because I need him so bad rn

He finds you lying face down on your shared bed, curled up with his pillow and still donning your starched work uniform. Your shoes have been kicked haphazardly onto the floor, and if the tissues around you are enough to go off of – you’ve had a rough day. 

It’s certainly nothing John can’t handle, but it always breaks his heart to see his beloved girl all teary-eyed and trembling. 

“Hey, love,” He whispers carefully, like you’re a delicate piece of china that would shatter if he spoke any louder. You didn’t stir – just kept sniffling quietly as you tucked your face away from him. You had a nasty habit of trying to hide when you were upset, especially from him. But he was always patient with you as he tried to work you open. 

“You want to talk about it?” He murmurs gently as he runs his hand over your back, but you just give him a shaky, noncommittal grunt in response. He tilts his head down to try to catch your eye, but you’re stubborn enough to press your face in the pillow. “No?”

“No.” Your reply is quiet, barely audible, but he can see the way you shake your head and let out a trembling sigh. “I just want to go to sleep…” 

His heart clenches painfully in his chest at the sound of your muffled voice cracking under the weight of your tears, and he mumbles a small ‘oh love’ as he brings his hand away from your back to curl around your waist, maneuvering you up to face him. 

You still try to tuck your face away from his gaze, but he brings his other hand up to hold your chin up in place. “Hey…hey, you’re alright, love.” He coos gently as he brushes a strand of hair away from your cheek. When your lower lip begins to tremble once more, he tuts softly, pulling you into his lap as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Sweet girl…c’mon, lovie, talk to me. What’s botherin’ my girl, hm?” 

You let out a soft whimper, unintentionally tugging at his heartstrings as you struggle to find your voice. “I-It’s just h-hard…everything is s-so hard…” You blubber awkwardly as you curl into his chest, hiding your face in his neck. “Why c-can’t things just be – just be easy?” 

He hums softly in response as he rocks you back and forth, resting one hand on your back and the other on the nape of your neck as he presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head. He knows better than to interrupt you now. Cooing soft words will only stop the flow of words about to leave your mouth, so he settles for tracing small circles with his hands as he continues to listen. 

“I hate working. M-My boss is so mean to me…all the time, a-and didn’t even do anything wrong! He’s just…stupid!” You whine pathetically into the crook of his neck, tears tracking down your cheeks and soaking into his t-shirt which you fiddle with distractedly. “And I n-need to clean…I haven’t cleaned properly in weeks. And my p-parents are mad at me because I haven’t called them in so long, but I’m just so…so overwhelmed-“ 

Your complaints are cut short by the choked sob that escapes from you, but John quickly shushes you as he rubs your back in circular motions. 

“Shhh….shhh, darling. You’re alright, my love. I'm here now, aye? You’ve got me to take care of you.” 

But your warbling persists even through his gentle words. “You shouldn’t h-have to t-take care of me…I-I know you have it harder than me. I mean, you go to work and g-get shot at.” You continue your lamenting even as he comforts you, but it seems like your own words have struck a chord inside of you, making you sob harder at the realization as you cling to him. “You go to work, and you get shot at!”

Your cries echo through the room as he lets out a little sigh while he tightens his arms around you and begins to lie you down with him. 

“Alright, I think that nap is in order, love.” He murmurs gruffly as he readjusts you, tucking you closer into his body as he brushes your hair away from your face once more. Your chest is still heaving rapidly, and you continue to let out small whimpers as you sob into his chest, but you still settle into his arms like you know it’s where you’re meant to be. “We’ll figure it all out when we wake up, alright, my love? Until then, I just want you to rest, darling.” 

You give another small noise of agreement in the form of a whine, and he can’t help but chuckle at the pathetic sound as he kisses you on the forehead once more. “Atta girl. We’ll even order from that Thai place you like, yeah?” 

Another trembling sigh from you, but you eventually nod your head slowly as you curl your fist into his shirt. 

After a long silence, when John is sure you’ve fallen asleep, your voice speaks up quietly, still hoarse from crying. “Can I get the Tom Yum and the green curry?” 

That pulls another gruff chuckle from him, and he squeezes your waist gently as he strokes your hair, murmuring quietly back to you. “Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hi I love your work so far, do you think you could do headcannons for all the different characters of the main Hazbin Hotel cast when their lover comes to them injured? Like how they would treat you and then how they would deal with the person who harmed you. I would love to see this ahhhh 😫

Ahh of course! I love this, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

Trope: Hazbin Hotel x Injured!reader

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

Warnings: Physical violence, mention of death, injured reader, blood.

author's note: hey guys! this is my first time doing one of these, and I'm still getting better, so forgive me if its a bit shabby. If you have any requests, feel free to send them in! I'm in a creative buzz rn lol. Enjoy!

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

The day that your attacker decides to hurt you is the day that they decide to die. Messing with the Radio Demon’s plaything is about the last thing you want to do. 

Alastor often sent his shadows to follow you into town when he couldnt be with you, so the second you were attacked, Alastor could sense that something was wrong. 

By the time his shadows had carried you back to the hotel, your attacker had already escaped, but luckily, his shadows saw everything.

When he rushed down to see you, he seemed rather indifferent at first. He carried you up to his room, immediately conjuring several healing ointments to heal you quickly.

He laid you in his bed, in which you almost immediately fell asleep.

He hears the whispers of his shadows, and gains all of the information he needs out of them. 

With a single snap of his finger, the issue was taken care of. Rumor has it that the screams of your attackers' seemingly “random” death could be heard about 3 rings down. 

While waiting for you to wake, Alastor conjures two steaming bowls of his mother’s jambalaya. Placing one on the side table next to you, he sits down next to your sleeping body and lightly grazes your head, singing soothing songs until you wake up.  

😈🗝️Charlie🗝️😈:

Would of course be so very angry at whoever did this, but her first priority would be healing you up and making sure that you’re absolutely 100% okay and comfortable. 

Would set you up in her bed and assure that you have anything at all that would make you feel more comfortable. Tea? Yup. Ice pack? Already got it. Cuddles? Of course!

Would definitely let you cuddle with Razzle and Dazzle for as long as you needed.

She would try her best to talk to you and figure out what happened - to figure out who did this to you.

As you told her, she seemed surprisingly… calm? She simply thanked you for telling her and left the room. 

Though Charlie doesn't seem like a particularly violent person… She can get protective over the people she loves. So, let's just say she got that issue taken care of real quick. How stupid to mess with the Morningstar family. 

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Anybody in her vicinity needs to watch out when she hears that her love is hurt. 

Like, seriously, heads will roll. But not before she checks on you to evaluate how badly she needs to fuck up the person who did this to you. 

When she sees you, bruised and bloody, she can't help but hold you so tight and cry, scolding you for getting yourself into a bad situation without her there to protect you.

Vaggie knows what it feels like to be beaten and dumped on the side of the street like garbage. She could never forgive herself if she allowed that to happen to anybody else, let alone the genuine love of her life. 

When she asks for the person who did this, you can only give her a vague description. That’s alright though, she will use her former exterminator skills to scan all of Hell and find the person who dared to do this to you. She will not leave this alone until she serves you justice. 

🕷️💖Angeldust💖🕷️:

Coming home from the studio to find you in his room, crying and bruised, he immediately drops whatever he’s doing and comforts you in the biggest hug ever. 

Angel has plenty of experience with being abused and left to fend for himself, so he doesn't immediately resort to asking questions. No, that’s not what you need right now. You just need to know that you’re loved, beautiful, and that this does nothing to affect your worth or value as a person.

He carries you from the floor to his bed, covering you in blankets and laying next to you with Fat Nuggets. 

“It’s okay baby. You can cry, it's okay.” he whispers as you sob into his chest.

He allows you to initiate the conversation of what happened, not wanting to push you past your limits. 

Once he finds out what happened, he knows what he has to do. He waits until you fall asleep, and heads down to the club where your attacker happens to frequent. For once, being a famous pornstar will actually serve in his favor. He tempts your attacker to follow him, and immediately beats him to an absolute pulp. 

He allows the person to live, saying “I am only letting you live so you can know how it feels. You ever try this shit again, and I will find you. Except that time, you wont leave here looking so… whole.”

♥️♦️Husk♦️♥️:

Husk is used to all the residents of the hotel bitching and moaning to him about all of their issues. With Charlie coming to him and oftentimes crying about the many failures of the hotel, tears were no foreign sight to him.

But coming from the kitchen to the bar and seeing you there, looking an absolute mess, was different. 

“What the-What the fuck happened?” he yells. When you flinch, he knows that something happened.

When you explain to him what happened, he immediately needs a description of the attacker. He takes possibly the largest shot you've ever seen and storms out of the hotel.

He wishes that he could do more to protect you. Back when he was an overlord, he had power beyond anybody's imagination. He could've snapped a finger and your attacker would simply disintegrate (but not before he tortured him a bit first). But now that Alastor owned his soul, his powers were limited. 

You know what wasn't limited on husk, though? His pure physical strength.  

He immediately finds the guy walking on the street adjacent to the hotel (dumb, right?) and absolutely obliterates him. 

As the attacker is begging for his life, he just keeps hitting, blind with rage and love for you.

When he wants back into the hotel bloody and exasperated, he sits in the stool next to you and wraps you with one of his wings. 

“It’s all okay now. I’m here” he says as you lean on his shoulder, so ready to go to bed. 

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

Sir Pentious always loved coming to your room to show you his many zany inventions. Normally you welcome him in with open arms, a sweet smile on your face, but today was different.

When he knocked on your door, he was met with absolute silence, which isn't normal for you. When he listened a bit closer, though, he could hear your small sniffles. He trusted his gut and slowly opened the door, fully ready to be denied entry.

Instead, you looked at him shyly, turning away and crying. He could've sworn that he saw a… black eye?

He took this opportunity to come and sit next to you on your floor, placing his arm around you and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. 

When he noticed that you were calming down a bit, he asked you what was wrong.

You explained that while you were engaged in a turf war, some ruffian beat you up, and badly. The girl you had momentarily teamed up with had left you behind, and you were left to trek back to the hotel on your own, barely able to walk. 

You could see something change in his eyes. 

He curled his tail around you, his cool skin calming your nerves. He assured you that he was here now, and nothing like this would ever happen to you again. He then swiftly called his egg bois to entertain and comfort you while he prepared his airship. The idiot that did this to you was going to pay, and not just in turf.

😈🐣Lucifer🐣😈:

Bursting into Lucifer’s room, the only thing you could mutter is “Help” as you fell into his arms. 

He frantically carried you to a chair and tried to assess your injuries. Man, someone fucked you up, and badly. Too bad he would kill them before they could brag about their success. 

He rushed to find ANYTHING that could help you. Bandages, ice, your favorite food, a rubber duck, ANYTHING. 

When he finds you absolutely passed out asleep in the chair, he gently moves you to his bed and tries his best not to stir you. 

As he sits watching you, thinking of your beautiful smile (and how he’ll brutally kill the person who did this to you), he observes your features with great detail. 

When you wake up, you smile. Lucifer must have gone, but sitting on your table is a bowl of soup and… is that a rubber duck that looks like you?

[iillumoriaa]

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 | ⍢ ❀

A/N: up late talking w/ babe rn, salivating :D okay but yeah i wrote this mostly one night and was boasting abt it on socials then went over it the next morning like wow! i'm an idiot! but i do very like this even if it may seem a bit ooc i'm sorry..

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wc: 2.3k (FUCK YEAH) | warnings: SPOILERS! set after the events of the manga, between timeskip yk, angst angst angst cuz i thought that maybe i should torture him while his boyfriend gets sexy, issues with his self-worth, overall just bad thoughts about himself and he kinda gets a little threatening so.. but he does cry and it's good. enjoy!

“Get off.”

An elbow nudges at your ribs, putting the slightest bit of force in its efforts. You don’t let it bother you, only tightening your arms around Keigo’s neck, pressing yourself closer to his back. One leg locks tightly around his hip while the other slides between his own. 

He grumbles, brows furrowing as you push your face deeper into his neck, wispy hairs tickling your forehead and cheek. You’ve yet to say anything back to him. 

Twenty minutes prior, you were casually lounging on the couch after a busy day in the office, when Keigo returned home — much later than usual. The door shut behind him, and from the sounds of the knob latching and the muttered words under his breath, you knew something was wrong. 

It didn’t take a genius to know when he’s upset. He tends to close himself off, withdrawing himself from your touch or from the soft words you try to say to him; any tenderness from you is blocked immediately, because he thinks he doesn’t deserve it.  

Things have been going well for the most part. Sometimes, he’d feel himself getting a bit too in-his-head about things that shouldn’t bother him that much, but he trusts you with his feelings and confides in you. Any burdening thoughts are in the past when your gentle voice reassures him, helping him out of whatever deep-end he’s getting himself into. 

Unfortunately, there will be times where he can’t get to you before it overcomes him, pulling him deeper into the black pit of misery and pain that he’d created just for moments like this. Grief and guilt claw at his neck, suffocating him and filling his lungs with regret. He’d rather suffocate himself as punishment before ever pulling you down with him. 

What Keigo doesn’t seem to understand is that you’re now a part of him. What he feels, you feel as well. It’s some sort of dependency you have with him — not that either of you are complaining — but it makes it incredibly difficult to brood when the other knows that something is wrong. 

After kicking off his shoes and abandoning his case by the door, he dragged his way further into the room, not even sparing you a glance as he tugged at the knot of his tie and went straight for the bedroom. You were a little stunned at first — where was his usual after-work routine? Where’s the sudden attack of kisses across every inch of your skin that his lips could reach?

You felt the heaviness. You always did. But when you saw just how broken his eyes looked when he dragged himself away, you never felt so weak in your life. It took all of your power to not follow right after him and shower him with all of the love you feel. 

It was barely five minutes later when you heard the shower running, then only a few minutes after that when the water was shut off. Taking it as a sign, you forced yourself up from the couch and followed the same path he took, quietly pushing open the door to find him drying his hair with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. 

Keigo was always so beautiful — it’s one of the things that drew you to him in the first place. Not in the stereotypical ‘attractive’ way, but on a level that ran deeper under the surface. Even after the Final War, when his sole purpose in life was ripped right from his hands and he felt as though he had no other reason to keep going, it was you who pulled him up from the bottom and changed his life. His self-worth isn't measured on skill or physical appearance but instead on his soul. 

It was hard to understand it at first, but he eventually understood. He felt the same way for you. 

His arm flexed as he rubbed the towel against his head, movements weak while he stared forward. You couldn’t see his face, only able to watch the muscles of his back strain against scarred tissue when he bent down and pulled a clean pair of boxers from the drawers. 

“Hey, baby,” you murmured, taking the softest step forward. He didn’t flinch, his movements never wavered. He only tossed his towels in the basket by the foot of the bed before tugging the boxers on. 

He didn’t say anything back. You’d like to think that he’s not purposefully ignoring you, but you wouldn’t be hurt if he was. You didn’t know what was running through his mind at that time. 

Taking another few steps forward, you sat on one edge of the bed as he sat on the other. You wanted to reach out and trace the scars along his back, but you knew it wasn’t the time. 

He didn’t make a single noise. Not even a sigh or a grunt, or a whispered stream of curses like before. Just pure silence as he lowered himself onto his side of the bed, head resting on the pillow.  

You sat there for a moment just staring, waiting to see if maybe he’ll talk to you or give you some sort of acknowledgement. But there was nothing. 

When you did follow behind him, curling up just close enough to smell the fancy hair products he uses, did he finally give you some sort of reaction. 

He flinched. Visibly, undoubtedly, flinched. It hurt more than you thought it would. 

It was impossible to keep your hands to yourself after that. If his mind was void of any thought, then yours was filled with voices of fear and worry, and you tried to fix it in the best way you knew how. 

Pressing close to his back, you threaded an arm beneath his neck, wrapping the other one around his shoulder until you were essentially putting him in a headlock. He grunted and protested, his neck forced to crane back to accommodate your arms, but nothing stopped you from latching onto him tighter. One leg over his hip, the other pinning itself between his legs, until eventually you were strapped to his back. 

He tried to say more, stuttering on his words while his hand flew up to grip your arm. You were putting no pressure on his throat, so he couldn’t blame it in the fact that you were choking him. The words died on his lips. 

Now, you’re here. 

It shouldn’t be physically possible to get closer to him, but you managed to do it anyway. Keigo could feel the tiny breaths against his neck when you exhaled, and he knew that you were smelling his hair when you’d inhale.

He’s as stiff as a board against you, back rigid and shoulders tight, still as a statue. It’s much different from the way he’d usually melt into your touch. 

“I said, get off.” He tries again, fingers clenching tighter around your arm in warning, hips shifting back against you. And just like before, you didn’t budge. It irritated him; it made him annoyed, pissed off that you refused to listen to something so simple. 

A pressure built up behind his eyes, choking back the choice words he had for you, trying to keep himself from exploding when you did the worst thing you could’ve possibly ever done. 

You kissed him. 

Not on his neck where your head was previously nestled into, not on his jaw that your nose brushed against when you circled your arms tighter around him. 

You kissed his back. Specifically, between his shoulder blades. He could feel the softness of your lips on the marred skin because the sensitivity increased after his injury. It was the consequences he had to deal with. 

A gasp fell from your lips when he finally found the strength to push you off, forcing you away only to turn around and tackle you into the bed. Strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, Keigo’s face buried into the crook of your neck, and then he breaks. 

Deep, guttural sobs escape from his throat, and his tears gather at the small hollow between your collarbones as you rewrap your arms around him. It’s heart-wrenching just watching him cry when he’s trying to hold it all back, but when he cries like this? No words can describe it. 

He just cried and cried, his whole body shaking above you as his breathing stuttered in his chest and he chokes, before gasping and clutching you tighter. Never in your life have you heard cries like this from him — the ones that leave you empty, throat sore and voice rasped from how long you’ve been wailing, muscles aching from uncontrollable body spasms. 

Through it all, you held him. Face pressed into his hair, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him trapped against you. He didn’t mind it. Nothing was on his mind other than the deafening voices in his growing louder and darker in his head until finally, finally, it stopped. 

A whimpered sigh leaves his lips and his body visibly sags on top of you, forcing all of his weight down against your torso. He’s still crying, cheeks tacky from tears and his warm breath caught in the little space left between his mouth and your neck. The tears don’t stop for a while, actually. 

When they do, it’s followed by sniffles and more whimpers, quiet sounds that he just can’t seem to keep to himself. He doesn’t want to keep them to himself. Not anymore. 

His hips move, shifting upwards between yours until your faces are on the same level, temples flush together. There’s nothing said between you as he tries to catch his breath, hoping that any oxygen he might’ve lost could help relieve the pain in his ribs and the spinning in his head. This time around, you’re not the first one to speak, simply choosing to wait and listen until he’s ready to say something. 

“I thought I told you to get off,” he manages to whisper, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. Despite how it may sound, he wasn’t being mean. If anything, he sounded grateful. 

Your fingers pushed through his hair and exposed his face, allowing you to wipe away the wetness that gathered in the creases of his eyes. Lashes clump together, complimenting the whites of his eyes that are now a pink-ish red from all of the tears. Keigo has always been such a pretty crier. 

“You did,” you reply simply. “But I didn’t want to.”

It was so simple, an answer so mundane that it wouldn’t leave an impact on the average person. But to Keigo? Those words meant the world to him. 

Even when he tries to hurt you, even when he refuses to cooperate with you on his feelings, there’s nothing that could ever force you away from him. You know him better than he may know himself. You knew what he needed. 

And you were happy to give it to him. 

His lips were on you, trailing along your cheek and forehead with an unhurried precision, carefully breathing in through his nose when he’d move to the next spot. One to your nose, then the corner of your mouth, until he finally sucks in and presses his lips against yours with a kiss that makes you experience emotions that seem impossible to feel. 

It was so gentle, so undeniably sweet that you felt your heart twist. He presses his hands against your waist, keeping you still with a firm grip as he shifts just a bit more, thighs pushing your legs apart just a bit more to give him space. His arms go beneath you now, arching your back until your chests are touching. 

He tastes like mint and mango. An odd combination, but it was perfectly him. Mint gum that he’d chew to keep himself from grinding his teeth together, and mango like the boba he’d drink to distract himself. The sweetness would make his face scrunch up in a way that always made you laugh. 

When you would pull away for the tiniest second, breathing in air that you were slowly running out of, he’d dive back in for more. Your chest would rise against his, and he'd use it to time his movements. 

Speaking of time — neither of you know how long you were like this. When his tongue brushed yours and tangled with it, muffling a whine against your lips as his breath faltered once again, time dragged on even more. It was a never-ending back-and-forth that neither you nor him wanted to end. It wasn’t a build-up towards something more, but a genuine, loving ‘thank you’ on his end. He's a broken man who'd find himself wandering the paths of his own mind to find a reason to keep going, and without fail, he'd find you. 

A string of spit connects your mouth to his when he does pull away, only breaking it to press another kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. Long lashes flutter against the apples of his cheeks when he opens his eyes to look at you, admiring the warmth of your face so close to his, and a grin splits across his face when you look back. 

“Breathless?” he teases, yet the tone of his voice sounds too shaky to make you embarrassed. Instead, he dodges your inevitable mockery and pecks your nose, then your forehead as he straightens. 

Keigo’s hands loved to roam, but in this very moment, there’s not a single hint of wanting anything more but to hold and kiss you senseless. After all of the things you’ve done for him — the late nights spent cradling him back to sleep, the mornings after that were filled with only love and care — he decides to give you the gentleness that you’ve given him. 

The sun hides behind tall buildings, orange streaming into the open windows as your bodies cast shadows along the bed. 

He never leaves your side. 

Until you leave his.

© iillumoriaa - do not repost, translate, plagarize, or claim any of my works as your own.

[gracie-eilish]

this is a self indulgent magical unicorn princess blurb that i needed after a darling day working in customer service (hint: i'm being sarcastic and today sucked) (also its softly raining outside rn and i feel like drowning in cozy fluffiness)… tee hee :)

the only sounds bouncing off the walls of your cozy apartment was the random string of notes you were humming in the bathroom and the sound of billie feeding your dogs in the kitchen.

tonight was the first time billie was spending the night at your place. you'd slept over at her place a few times but she had never at yours. so tonight was the night! a dreary but cozy friday night that was foracsted to blend into a dreary and cozy saturday morning.

you should have felt calm and comfortable, especially knowing billie and her dogs were safe with you and not alone while it poured outside. but you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. you lived in a different bubble than billie did. specifically a pink sparkly bubble... there's a reason everyone jokingly called you glinda as a nickname.

you were rubbing in your floral lotion on your legs, donning a silky lilac matching pj set, and fluffy little slippers. you had just taken a nice long everything shower (with billie of course;) and had spent some time together doing your skincare... that was until billie had finished and you still had steps to go.

the heatless curls, the full body lotion, the lavender sleep inducing perfume you wore to bed, the hand cream... your sleepytime tea, the mandatory full ice cold water bottle on your nightstand... all things that you did almost every night without fail... but now it all felt a little.. much? high maintenance? your thoughts were interrupted by a cozy girl wrapping her arms around your middle from behind.

"hi babydoll," she mumbled between soft neck kisses. "whatcha looking all pretty for, hm?" she teased, squeezing your sides a bit as she made eye contact in the mirror.

"nothing... this is just how i like to sleep. i usually just pack the essentials when i'm at your house. i didn't wanna.." you trailed off a second. "i didn't wanna seem too high maintenance for just like.. sleeping ya know?"

billie chuckled sympathetically, her lips curling into a soft pout. "honey," she kissed your cheek, "you're not high maintenance. requesting to sleep on a literal cloud is high maintenance. but making yourself all soft and sleepy and smelling like peaches is actually now apart of my night routine as of today." she stated matter of factly.

you giggled and raised your eyebrows at her. "you wanna do all my hyper girly things every night? on top of your routine you've already got?"

"nooooooo," she smirked softly, "i wanna make sure youuuuuu do all your hyper girly things every night." your heart stuttered in your chest. one implication was that she wanted you to smell good and be soft. the other implied... being with her every night for bed. huh.. not a bad idea.

she pressed one last wet kiss to your cheek with an exaggerated "mwah!" before giving your side a squeeze and sending you a wink before retreating to your connected bedroom. you sighed, closing your bottle of face cream. for a cream meant to even out your skin tone, you sure were red in the face this evening.

after shutting off the lights, you padded into the bedroom and made your way to your side of the bed where billie already had a steaming mug of your favorite tea waiting on your nightstand. you curled yourself under the comforter, flinging your fluffy slippers onto the floor and cradling your little tea mug in your hands, sinking deeper into the mountain of pillows and blankets piled high on your bed.

billie walked back into the doorway after shutting off the apartment lights and checking the locked doors. and of course saying one more goodnight to yours and her dogs.

"you look like the princess and the pea," she snorted upon her return, making both of you laugh out loud.

"billieeee," you whined while giggling, signaling you weren't really hurt.

"i'm sorry." she said in her cute little voice, slipping into bed beside you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

the two of you sat in bed for a while watching some mindless tv to wind down for the evening. once you finished your tea, billie reached over to shut off the tv, and you leaned in the opposite direction to shut off your bedside lamp.

"can i?" billie asked with big puppy eyes, making you snort. without a word, you just laid back and let her cuddle up to you, resting her head above your heart and wrapping her arms around your waist.

"goodnight my little magical unicorn angel baby princess glinda girl," she giggled into your chest.

"you're never sleeping over here again, i swear to god, billie." you both were sent into a fit of giggles, only stopped by you peppering kisses on billie's cheeks before resting your pretty little head to finally get your well-deserved beauty sleep.

you totally lied to her... you two would never sleep alone again.

[rose-maidenn]

Pac : Let's get insights on your purpose for the next 5 months !

nov-dec-jan-feb-mar

using safe passage tarot from "Agatha all along"

Pile 1-2-3

Hey guys hope you're doing well , chose the Pile that calls to you intuitively, know that I'm not gonna sugarcoat things because I want your best . Hope you enjoy this

For more see masterlist and paid readings

Pile 1 :

You are represented by the king of wands a very charismatic person , you attract people who are looking for growth and you are someone who always wins in all fields you exactly know where to play the cards right to win . Alternatively for the other part of the group king of wands can mean someone who's nose is kind of everywhere they're at too many different things not giving one thing the change to reach the full potential.

What's missing is an ending !!! Ending to certain things relationships, people , in order to reach something new you have to let the old things go which is something you have to learn . You need stronger boundaries , more self worth and less attachment issues .

The lessons you have learnt is represented by the queen of wands it is about social settings I feel like you're someone who easily becomes friends with everyone and that's a good networking skill. You could also be someone who is very creative and starts at everything their heart calls for .

Your path ahead is represented by death , it calls for an ending ending of doubts , bad thought patters , old beliefs and relationships let shit go and see what happens .

Your Obstacles is represented by chariot I feel in this case it's about you staying in the same zone and resisting change it's like an ouroburos moving but in the wrong places and wrong circles , cut the string , your comfort zone is killing you honey

O of wands in this case is like don't wait around for anyone not even about being ready yourself just do what you need to do end the things that you need to you can't drag this anymore dear, this could also be about drug addiction or addiction in general .

Your destination is magician yay ! You know how if you just let shit go the magic happens so will it happen for you. Just let it go let people be , only work for yourself, give yourself all, heal and you will know you're powerful, you don't need a guru you're the star itself.

Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .

Pile 2 :

You are represented by four of cups , you are someone who wants what they want and won't settle for anything. I sense a stern energy . Alternatively you might be someone who is extremely bored these days and just wants to lay .

What is missing is justice , you need to work hard rn for your dreams , but in the write direction I won't say you never worked hard but somehow in the wrong way , you might have a retrograde Saturn. You need to find what can do justice to yourself as you owe yourself everything and you are worth everything.

The path behind is represented by page of wands , your reading is like you were a very enthusiastic person once but now you have lost the zing for life . You have a great influx of ideas why don't you use them dear.

Path ahead is represented by the empress , clearly you are to start working on these ideas start the creative project take the leap. Focus on letting your creativity flow , your intuition knows , your soul knows.

The Obstacles is represented by eight of coins is that you need to learn dedication and working on something even if it takes time be it studying , art or relationships you are called to enjoy the journey and not just the victory.

Represented by ace of wands in this case I think you should avoid working on something new until you finish the old , you need to give one thing commitment and mastery then you will reach your destination

Represented by the king of cups. Mature and passionate about what they do . This infact represents a chance that you might become the best at what you wanna do . You might become a professor a teacher or a guide to people if you choose to follow this path .

Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .

Pile 3 :

You are represented by six of coins a very beautiful earthy loving energy of gratitude and kindness , you give without thinking anything part of why you are blessed with more .

Ten of swords is what is missing in my deck it's literally a person cutting off a hand honey someone is using you , the awareness and discernment on who deserves your time money and energy is the thing that is missing .

You have learnt that people will be who they are despite giving your all so why don't you apply that in new relationships keep the knowledge but also use it . Alternatively this could be about relationship and someone leaving you in the past who was toxic.

The path ahead is represented by the fool , you're in the start of a new journey you have endless possibilities you can now leap into new and have faith that universe will do the best for you.

Your Obstacles are represented by death , you're ruminating on a past relationship too much which is making you work extra even for the bare minimum you have to work to stay in your queen energy don't do too much it's not worth it .

You must overcome the queen of wands I think this is a toxic person who was in your life you said you stupid shit that didn't align with you and now you have taken their words literally , recognize who this is maybe a family member a friend or a youtuber guru idk they have flowery energy but they're unhealed

Your destination is represented by the two of cups yay a union this can be the union of your logic and intuition. Masculine and feminine energie or a new relationship:) all in all an energy of balance and love .

Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .

[shurisasthmaticgf]

oh baby he down bad: charles leclerc x black fem! reader

summary: three times when you realized you truly did have your boyfriend wrapped around your finger

warnings: crying, period mention, swearing

blog moved to @delewlew

author's note: this is the first charles fic i've written so please be kind...i hope you all enjoy it. i'm sick with covid and i was loopy on meds when i wrote this so i hope it makes sense 💀 comments and other feedback are welcome and appreciated!

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you laid in your bed curled into fetal position with your phone mere inches from your forehead. the room was dark but light enough to see half of your face as your eyes welled with tears. you rambled, "a few weeks ago when i was visiting new york i bought a bunch of takis and nerds clusters because they don't sell them over here in monaco and i went to go get a bag of both and i didn't know i ran out! i'm so upset i don't even want to settle for anything else." you wailed loudly, mixing in a few laughs at how ridiculous you probably looked but you had no shame as you hit post.

the entire day had been going pretty shit from the moment when you woke up and bled through your favorite pajamas to nearly passing out when you wanted to have a relaxing hot shower to make you feel better. now you were just laying in bed clinging to your body pillow that had lingering notes of your boyfriend's cologne. it was early in the night but your entire body felt like it was hit by a bus and you were one tylenol away from needing a stomach flush yet it didn't actually feel like it was helping. to make things worse, all you wanted was your boyfriend but he was supposed to be going out right after he got off of work.

you laid stiff in your bed in an obscure position because you found that was the only one that didn't make you feel worse. the door to your bedroom opened and your boyfriend entered wearing pajama pants and no shirt. you squinted through the dim light and mumbled, "babe? thought you were going out tonight? you had that thing." charles placed two bags of your favorite snacks onto your nightstand and responded, "i was but i found out through twitter that my girlfriend was crying at home." you turned your face away from him out of embarrassment because you were literally crying over chips and candy. he turned your chin back to him, "why didn't you call me, mon cœur?" you shrugged and reached for the bag of candy, "it wasn't that serious." he pulled you closer to him and you shifted positions so your head was against his chest. charles pressed a kiss to your forehead, "anything that bothers you is serious to me, darling. but, i am here and you have your snacks so we can watch your movie like we always do, yes?" you nodded and turned on Princess and The Frog which was one of your comfort movies since childhood.

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lilymhe WHP IS YOUE DEALER PLS 🙏

↳ whoisyn lemme ask charles

francisca.cgomes feel better bby <3

↳ whoisyn thank you so much ily ily ily ❤️

logansargeant i still have like 3 bags of hot cheetos and those nerds things for you from when you asked me to grab you some when i had a layover in new york

↳ whoisyn omg i forgot abt those! i'll get them next week if u bring em. ty ty.

alex_albon lily wanted me to ask you who your dealer is? she said you'd know what she meant

↳ whoisyn oh my bad pookie i forgot...but charles said he just has a stash of american snacks at his place for me. i'll bring her some next weekend tho dw ❤️

↳ alex_albon THANK YOU OMG I COULD KISS YOU RN - lily

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you cut through one of the alleyways out of street view once you noticed someone had been recording you as you walked through the streets of monaco. most of the time you managed to sneak through the city without being spotted but today you had to make a trip to the mall where a handful of people recognized you immediately. as someone who was never in the public eye and lived as a "regular" person you were still getting used to people recognizing you and following you around. time and time again you'd gone viral for your fan responses when they asked for pictures or autographs, usually a laugh and "why, i'm not the famous one?" you were genuine with your interactions and were known for helping fans get autographs or deliver fan letters to charles at grand prix weekends. although you enjoyed this aspect of his fanbase, sometimes it was too much and you just wanted to live in peace like you used to. so you'd learned every back road and sidewalk to your shared apartment for quick escapes.

the alleyway was quiet and away from the few people that were walking and talking beside you. just as you were to round a corner you heard a soft meow. stopping dead in your tracks you looked around confused to where the sound was coming from. there was silence then another meow, and another, and another until you realized a small orange cat a few meters away was the culprit. the tiny kitten was shaking and wet in some fluid you only hoped was water, but by the smell it was definitely sewage, pipe, or garbage juice. you wrinkled your nose and held the helpless fur ball in your palm, "shit...what the fuck do i do?" the kitten nibbled on your thumb and you stretched your finger away, "don't do that i don't want rabes or whatever cats can carry." you looked over your shoulder and sighed, "well i guess i have a cat now... let's go."

once back in your apartment you put the small kitten in your bathroom tub on an old rag. the small animal meowed and mewed the entire time you rinsed it off with the only soap you had that was safe according to google. instead of drying it's fur with your blowdryer you just towel dried it which he continued meowing. you'd never had a cat and didn't know what it meant when kittens meowed so you just started rambling, "well that's so interesting you feel that way because i literally said the same thing too! like i don't even know why that would make sense because when you really think about it they always want you to think that but in reality the truth is the complete opposite of what they want you to believe." the orange kitten looked at you with its head turned to the side and you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me man i just met you." the cat meowed louder and you mumbled, "that was definitely a cuss word but i'll let it slide."

an hour later you had given the kitten a small amount of some canned tuna and it fell asleep curled into your neck against the towel you kept it wrapped in.

charles entered your apartment with his eyes on his phone as he called out, "i'm home- oh." he usually expected you to be in your room so when you were out in the main room on the sofa he was startled. you sipped from the smoothie you'd gotten from the fridge and looked up from the book you were reading, "hi baby." charles stared at the kitten on your chest then back at you, "hi beautiful." he waited for you to say anything about the new addition and when you didn't he prompted, "what do you have there?" you looked at your hand and held up the cup, "a smoothie." you took a long sip and the straw crackled loudly, "oh yeah i figured out how to make that one hailey bieber has at that overpriced place in LA. it's actually really good i see why people lost their shit over it."

your boyfriend nodded slowly and pointed to the kitten on you, "my love, please tell me why is there a cat on you." for a minute you looked at him as if he was making it up but then you realized you never got around to actually texting him what happened. he waited for you to explain because the story had to be good if you, notorious anti-pet owner, came home with a cat and let it sleep on you.

you told him while looking at the kitten, "yeah, you're a daddy now." charles replied with too much ease, "i know that you call me that but that cat does not." you looked up with an exasperated glare, "can you be serious for one minute please." charles chuckled and apologized, "okay okay you go, tell me why i am now both of your daddys." you raised your hand to throw one of the clean rags you hadn't used at him which he shielded his face from, "okay i'm sorry go ahead." as you retold the entire thing charles just stood there with a fond smile, finding the whole ordeal quite amusing. at the end of your story he reached for the kitten and pulled back his hand, "why is it slippery?" you answered, "i put coconut oil on it so it didn't get ashy." charles started laughing once more and you smacked his shoulder lightly, "hey i never had a pet besides a fish okay! i'm trying my best here." charles pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your lips, "and you're going to be a great cat mom too, you've already done a good thing."

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the video had circulated on twitter only a few hours after it dropped and you'd noticed your name trending on the internet. after making the mistake of checking why you were trending once, you'd never really paid much attention to it again. the first time many people were shaming you for dating your boyfriend and making jabs at your physical appearance. rather quickly you realized it would be better to just keep up with silly memes your friends sent to you opposed to stalking every corner of the internet to see what people were saying about you.

this specific instance was charles in an interview and he'd mentioned you briefly while playing a game of this or that:

"do you prefer a weekend getaway to the coast for a snorkeling trip or the mountains for a skiing adventure?" the interviewer quizzed charles on his current vacation preferences. the driver asked, "is this by myself or with people?" the interviewer answered with a small smirk, "you and one other person- can be anyone, best friend, sibling, girlfriend, mom, etc." charles let out a laugh and knew what the interviewer was getting at and chose to went along with it for fan service. he thought for a moment then answered, "i think the snorkeling trip, my girlfriend likes this kind of thing with the fish, sea animals, and the diving in the water. that and she is better of a skier and snowboarder than me so..." out of the frame the interviewer laughed and joked, "a little mermaid moment, i love it."

you looked at the video and laughed when you noticed the small hello kitty band aid on his hand. earlier that week he'd gone with you out to the sea and you'd found a small cove to swim around in. somewhere along the way back charles had cut his hand on a rock and you'd put a little band aid on it from the only stash you had, and he had no complaints over the pink cartoon design. he found it cute and whenever he looked at it he was reminded of you.

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[tea-cat-arts]

Ranking mxtx couples by whether or not I think they'd be good parents

(I'm 90% sure I'm forgetting someone)

Yep, next question (S)-

Wangxian: tried and tested good dads. I wish them luck with the whole “trying to get wwx pregnant” thing 

They have some shit to work through, but after that I think they'd be fine (A)-

Ling Wen/ Bai Jin: if we're just going off the original publication, I would put them in a much lower tier, but since the revised edition added that thing about them raising orphans together and said orphans turning out alright before unfortunate circumstances, I'm putting them up here. I think they'll be alright once they work through the miscommunication

Xiao Xingchen/ Song Lan: They obviously have a lot of trauma they're working through, but I'd like to think they and A-Qing will be a loving family in the long run 

One of them would be a good parent, the other wouldn't be a bad parent (B)-

Jiang Yanli/ Jin Zixuan: there's no canon reason for me putting them this low. Jin Zixuan just gives off a mediocre parent vibe to me (and we all know Jiang Yanli is the best)

Yushipei: Yushi Huang has good mom energy, and Pei Ming has been shown to be a not terrible mentor. I'd want the misogyny fully beaten out of him with a mace before I'd think he should have kids of his own though 

Lang Qianqiu/ Little Guy: at the very least, they're making sure Guzi is fed, clothed, washed, vaccinated, and has access to education. Neither of them know what they're doing, but I think Little Guy is good at faking it. I wish them luck in their upcoming custody battle  

You know what, surprise me/ I'll hear you out (C)-

Bingqiu: My first instinct is “no, do not bring kids into this,” but then I remembered tharnShen Qingqiu has a surprisingly decent track record? Like, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan both turned out a lot more health than they did in the original novel, and though I wouldn't call him in a good place, Binghe is doing a lot better than Bingge. The wild card for me here is Luo Binghe because I have no idea how he'd be with kids

Quanyin: Yin Yu had a decent track record until he was pushed into snapping. I think rn, he needs a couple centuries of being a babygirl before he's ready to parent again. No idea how Quan Yizhen would do though 

Born to “dual income, no kids, rich uncles/aunts” (D)-

Fengqing: Feng Xin is canonically a bad dad. I know he's working on it, but it is what it is. Mu Qing has been shown to be decent with kids, but I think he’d have a melt down if he had to deal with the mess constantly. 

Hualian: I mean, Xie Lian has raised three kids at this point and one of them became a god, another became state preceptor and then sorta complicit in a genocide, and one became god AND committed genocide + he babysat a ghost king for months and didn't even realize that's what he was because it was a miracle if he remembered to feed him… so, a mixed bag. Hua Cheng may be schrodinger’s child hater, but I'm intrigued by the idea of him raising kids just because I want to know how his own childhood would influence his parenting abilities. They should probably just stick to babysitting for now though 

Mingling: Liu Mingyan is too busy writing gay porn to be dealing with kids, and I just can't imagine Sha Hualing as a mom

Please don't bring a kid into this mess (F)-

Beefleaf: Do I need to explain this one?

Mobeishang: Shang Qinghua should not be put in any position where he has to teach someone about consent (Binghe’s early attempts at flirting being a prime example of why that's a bad idea). I also think Mobei Jun is still working on the whole “why hitting people is not cool” thing. 

QiJiu: I think the original timeline is a prime example of how they're just not in a place to be raising kids 

Jun Wu/ Mei Nianqing: Xie Lian would like a refund on his adopted father figures. They had one kid and he only made it to age 20 because he was cursed to not die

[dpspcehntr]

Hello 🤗 I have a question that has crossed my mind from time to time and I would like your (and maybe your followers) opinion on this, if you don't mind.

Thinking realistically, rather than with a romantic notion, do you think the LaDs men have had much, if any, sexual experience that hasn't been with MC?

Would God of the Tides have concubines brought to him, or gone on dates as a land lubber? Or do you think his bond with MC would prevent him from 'engaging' with anyone else?

Did Xavier date anyone before MC joined the guardians (I don't know the name I forget lol)?

I don't know anything about Sylus

Would Zayne have had a prom date or a girlfriend before he met with the current timeline MC? I know he says we are his only experience, but does that include just kissing someone?

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! One, I have also been rotating this around in my brain for quite some time and how I feel very lightly colors how I write for them! I haven't read much (if any at all) of the myths so I will just be looking at the present. I love thinking about this cause tbh sometimes the characterizations in game are not as full as I would like. I won’t keep this long but if you want more detail I’m happy to add to this post! Anyway! Here are my thoughts!

Rafayel is literally the reason I had this thought in the first place. I thought it was so silly to think that he as a rich artsy boy had never ONCE hooked up with someone. He absolutely is a FUCKBOY! I will hear nothing else about it. I can't image he's not when so much of his overall characterization just oozes that kind of energy for me. My exception to this is that I don't think he enjoyed himself very much. Used sex kind of like a numbing thing cause he felt the void of your absence hard. He's not like a community dick kind of fuckboy but he has definitely been passed around a few times, if not as a professional then in art school.

Xavier is another one who I feel has some experience before (re)meeting MC. His experience is alot more clumsy and unsure compared to Rafayel. More of a situation like 'I want to be ready when I find her so I'm going to try it with someone else to be good at it. There may only be one person he's had sex with before MC and it was so bad she just had to leave. When that failed he just turned to erotica and p*rn to fill in the gaps. Eventually getting used to using his own imagination and getting off when needed. So when the time comes he's very prepared and VERY horny.

Sylus is a bit of a hard one because yes absolutely he is having sex with people before meeting MC. His overall vibe very much eludes to the fact that he has lived a life and I'm sure that is included. I don't think he's slinging it out to anyone who asks but he has been in some kind of relationship before. If anything we can say he is very comfortable having sex and has had sex before meeting MC. I have some more thoughts on this but I will keep it there for now!

Zayne from what I know has said that he isn't experienced and we are his first and I believe that. He very much gives full focus on the task at hand kind of man. Definitely not in high school but in med school I image him having a non serious fling with someone just to say he tried. They broke up soon after and he just never tried again until he and MC reconnected. That being said, he is a bit of a perv and has ALOT of pent up energy so once they start they literally don't stop. Like a weekend stuck in an endless loop of sleep, eat, fuck until he's at work desperate for you once again. The problem for him is learning how to control himself now that has MC.

My ask box is open for further conversations on this cause I genuinely love talking about this! Lets keep the conversation going!