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aventoru · 2 days ago

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LOVED the Wedding HCs, can we do another for Mydei, Aventurine and Argenti? 😍

Thank you for the food 🙂‍↕️

WEDDING HCS

ft. mydei, aventurine, argenti, gepard / other ver.

tags : nontraditional weddings, chaos

a/n : pretty sure i said this in the other wedding hcs but i have little knowledge abt weddings so i tried to make it as ambiguous as possible, hope u enjoy!!

MYDEI

he wants it to be lowkey, but with the chrysos heirs, nothing can truly be private. so, although not many are invited, everyone still knows about it (phainon’s fault) and he’s receiving congratulations left and right on the streets

you two get married at castrum kremnos because it’s HIS CITY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and he let’s you plan most of it, although i feel like he would prepare the rings

in the end, it’s a simple wedding, nothing too fancy but still has some degree of grandeur because, well, he’s a prince

his vows are surprisingly sweet for a man with such little words and it even makes you tear up a little

you both honor his mother on the wedding day because although she’s not physically here, he knows she’s watching from above 🥹

he remains grumpy for the first half of the wedding, refusing to join in on the fun but once he gets his hands on a little booze over a drinking competition…things absolutely spiral out of control

phainon and the triplets rope him into all sorts of shenanigans which are all captured in the photos

by the end of the night he becomes a clingy drunk (YESSS) begging for you to get him home (SO CUTE)

AVENTURINE

you two have a private wedding with no guests which isn’t really a surprise since the IPC and him are strictly business

he rents out and plans the most lavish wedding with all the money he has, just for it to be only you two. i imagine it would be in an open space; either a vast flower field or by the beach so you can see the stars at night

will not hesitate to buy you the most beautiful aventurine ring (see what i did there) and a crazy expensive wedding outfit

you go through the traditions by yourselves — saying your vows, exchanging rings, having your first dance, cutting the cake,…it’s gentle and sweet, like your love for each other

you spend the rest of the night by each others’ side admiring the view and the newly adorned rings on your fingers. it’s peaceful, just how you like it

he doesn’t say it out loud, but you know aventurine misses his family, wishing they were here on his wedding day, so the only thing you can do is hold onto him tighter

“i love you, Kakavasha,” you call him by his real name. you’re the only one allowed to do that.

“i love you too, (name).” for the first time in his life, aventurine feels like he’s the luckiest person alive

ARGENTI

everything is BEAUTIFUL. him, you, the venue, the rings, the invites, the marriage certificates, everything. as a knight of beauty, argenti is already plenty beautiful **but it’s amplified even more at your wedding

he’s very invested in the wedding planning, even more than you sometimes. you two settle for a red and white theme (it’s his signature, how can you not?), with both your outfits being white and decorated with red roses to match. yeah, there are red roses everywhere

the wedding is small, with only your close friends and acquaintances invited, including those he encountered on penacony

the day comes and the venue looks ethereal with every minute detail adjusted to perfection

the moment argenti begins his vows, there’s suddenly perfect lighting and a gentle breeze that makes him look like he’s in a movie (where does that come from???)

but despite everyone being in awe at his beauty, he still believes your beauty, both inside and out, outshines everything (AWWW)

once the rings are on your fingers, the calm, regal atmosphere instantly vanishes as robin starts DJ-ing and boothill starts breakdancing 😭

of course you and argenti join in on the fun, because argenti sees a beauty in that too

GEPARD

sooo golden retriever coded even when it comes to his own wedding

let’s you plan everything, just sits there and nods along and calls you pretty LMAO. he pays for everything with his money too omg

the wedding isn’t too big, but big enough for all his friends (and your friends) to come and celebrate. this is probably the first proper celebration since the stellaron was removed so it’s somewhat of a big deal

for the first time (in forever) gepard is out of his uniform and in a suit and he looks SO GOOD.

he immediately starts tearing up once he sees you walk down the aisle in your beautiful outfit. is in disbelief that’s going to get married to the love of his life

writes literally the sweetest vows ever and then cries the rest of the way. bronya, as the host, has to calm him down LOL

gives you a BIG hug and delicate kiss, he’s over the moon now that you’re finally married. after all the procedures, the rest of the wedding is pretty chaotic once the party gets started

lynx still repeatedly questions what you see in gepard (just kidding) but congratulates you anyway. serval performs all her best songs at your wedding and rocks it!!

the night ends with you both exhausted as gepard carries you back home, demanding cuddles and time spent with you alone;)

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grayve-mistake · 2 days ago

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THINGS YOU CAN DO TO AVOID BEING THIS PERSON (AND OTHER RED FLAGS)

Communicate openly and honestly when you have an issue with someone. Don't talk behind their backs, don't bottle it up until it festers and explodes, just ask about what's bothering you. Good friends will hear you out (and yeah, you might disagree on some things. That's normal too. Have a conversation anyway!)

Don't jump to conclusions or accusations about their character while emotions are high. Doing this will make the situation more hostile and creates unnecessary tension and mistrust.

("I disagree with what you said/I feel uncomfortable, is there a way to avoid this in the future?/let's talk about it", not "what you posted is weird and I think you have a problem". People don't like feeling antagonized and will be more willing to listen if you don't!)

Communicate about your personal needs. It's ok to have boundaries and triggers and things you'd rather not hear about. It's not ok to expect other people to read your mind or be able to remember something you said once 3 1/2 years ago at the bottom of a long thread with 2 likes on it.

Write trigger lists in your group chats! Talk directly to the people you're close to about it! If someone is otherwise harmless but does/has something triggering or upsetting to you specifically, it's ok to just not interact with them personally. It doesn't have to be a callout, you can just block people, actually.

If it's someone you know in-person and the trigger is still present, then it might be time to have a one-on-one discussion with them about it and see what compromises you both can make for a more comfortable atmosphere.

TALK BIG ISSUES OUT PRIVATELY. The really important shit that could lead to a fracture in the relationship should only be discussed in an environment where you both feel safe and like you can have a say. Dogpiling will get you nowhere and makes the person you should WANT to actually ADDRESS the issue in a responsible way suddenly feel cornered and threatened, and will likely cause them to double down. No one's immune to this.

"Callouts" should be an absolute last resort AFTER you've privately discussed the issue and only if it's continuous and causing a serious amount of harm to multiple people. Avoid callout posts whenever possible. Try to leave personal issues out of the public eye when you can.

Try to hold yourself to the same standards you hold other people. If you wouldn't be able to accommodate someone in the ways you're asking everyone else to accommodate you, that might be entitlement! Work on it, try to remember that you're imperfect too and that's normal. If you feel comfortable calling out other people for all kinds of things but can't handle any constructive criticism of your own, it might be time to rethink some things about your approach. It's hard, it'll never not be hard, but try to listen when people try to start a conversation with you about an issue THEY'RE having, too. You aren't always in the right! People fuck up all the time! Talk about your own perspectives and where you're coming from and try to reach a point of understanding with eachother to resolve the problem.

Finally, and maybe most importantly:

This goes for both sides of the issue! Friend group feels toxic or unwelcoming? Unaccomodating? Tense? You can just leave!

It doesn't have to require long callout posts and twitter essays. If an environment seems like it's promoting unhealthy or problematic behaviors you're always allowed to just get outta there! You don't gotta justify yourself! Sometimes you just gotta trust your gut and step away. You can't always control what other people do but you can control your own actions in response, and that's important.

(These are all just based on my personal experience with these kinds of issues as someone who spends a little too much time online and has seen a lot over the years, so if you have any more input feel free to add it in the notes!)

anyway in the hopes that i can save just one person from living the horror of my 20s: if you have a friend that seems a little too invested in callouts i hope you can get out of there safely

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powderpuff-divines · 2 days ago

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pick a pile: what dawn knocks on your door?

what goodness awaits you on the other side of the door? this is a general reading so only take what resonates and leave the rest. please excuse any typos or grammatical errors. my ask box is open for any topic suggestions or any questions <3

pile 1 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

the star, two of wands, four of cups, the hanged man rev, knight of swords, 5 of wands

my pile no. 1s are finally getting out of some situation that's been annoying, getting on your nerves or just downright unfair towards you. whatever duty or obligation you had, you've fulfilled it and you couldn't get out of the door faster lmao. this isn't the type of situation you're losing sleep over (at least not anymore). there is a swiftness in which you're making your exit. i'm seeing you regain hope and a feeling of excitement/joy once you've left this situation.

this could be a family/office situation for some of you—you've had to/got roped into lend out a helping hand out of obligation though your heart wasn't in it; it's not out of malicious intent, it's just that you don't vibe with the people or they're just annoying. so getting away from them will be like a breath of fresh air for you people. i think the people who picked this pile would have had a very calm energy while dealing with this.

i'm getting heavy office worker energy with this pile ngl. so maybe right before your vacation was meant to begin, an issue at work popped up and people expected you to solve it. i don't see them being demanding, i just see them pleading with you or trying to guil trip you. you seem to be nice enough to help out but also firm with your boundaries. you're determined to wrap it up so you can go enjoy your (well-deserved) downtime.

it's definitely giving taking a break from work and vacationing in a place like Bali or the Bahamas (or whatever the equivalent of that is for you)

and once you do reach wherever it is you were looking forward to going, it will be very relaxing for you!!! you might just take a break from the socials and stop responding to messages for while to fully appreciate the peace and calm. and honestly, good for you pile 1.

(deadass that’s what i saw in my head while doing this pile)

freedom. that's the good thing awaiting you guys. fresh air, clean skies and an environment free of all the annoying voices that chatter away and nag at you. you can kick your feet up, put your phone on do not disturb and relax.

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pile 2 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

six of cups, knight of cups, eight of swords, ace of swords, ten of pentacles, ace of cups, queen of pentacles

i'm hearing the song we hug now in my head ("i got a feeling you got everything you wanted, and you're not wasting time stuck here like me. you're just thinking it's a small thing that happened. the world ended when it happened to me.")

my pile 2s, most of you are scared of opening the door to see what's on the other end of it, scared of letting go and of a new beginning. like in the song, you could have been the one left behind in the past but i don't think that's the case for you currently. if so, then this might not be your pile.

you're in a position where you might have to leave someone behind and the thought of putting someone in that position, possibly causing them the same pain that you once went through is terrifying/ anxiety-inducing for you. if i had to give an example, this feels like someone realizing they no longer have feelings for partner who has been their childhood sweetheart and feeling awful about it. maybe it's just that or maybe, on top of all this, you've been accepted into a college somewhere far away and your partner has been so excited and happy for you, bringing up they don't mind making long-distance work for you; all the while you have this sinking pool of guilt in your stomach because you don't know how to tell them you don't see a future with them in it (at least as your partner)

or some variation of that situation where you have to reject someone, let them down or leave them behind. it's through no fault of their own, it's just how the situation worked out. however, for most people, this is a romantic situation. someone you see just as a friend could confess to you and you might feel too bad rejecting them (please remember that it's okay to say no and let someone down in the short run. you're saving everyone grief in the long run. but also you don't really need a reason apart from the fact that you don't want it. no is a complete sentence.)

please don't feel bad and stay in a situation longer than needed just because of guilt. you will survive it, and the other person will as well. you're not only stopping yourself from finding something better for you, but the other person as well. if the cost is not having them in your life anymore, then so be it. consider working on your people-pleasing tendencies if you feel like it's applicable to you.

for a section of you, you could also be coming to terms with your queerness and this ending is a part of that. there's a lot of grief in this realization because you think you're going to lose a lot if you tell people about it. (i'm so sorry if this is the case, pile two. sending you a warm hug through the screen)

you could be wishing for the past and for simpler times, but time only moves forward and there's more to life than just love.

(for a very small part of you, if you have to reject someone, please be cautious. if you feel that it's dangerous to say something or trigger the other person, then please follow your instinct. do not come out of the closet if you think you aren't in a safe and accepting living situation. you know your situation better than a random tarot reader on the internet. stay safe)

pile 2s, you've had more ambition in yourself than you've ever had the courage to admit to it. you want to prove certain people wrong, make certain people proud, become someone you are proud of. live up to someone's belief in you. you could gain more clarity on the type of career you want, or finally break away from the mould and chase what you want.

you're becoming more active in trying to bring about a life you actually desire for yourself.

there's also a message about wanting to repair your relationship with a female/ maternal figure. perhaps a grandmother?

for some of you, people have limited their perception of you to one single trait or attribute and you're finally fighting back against it—trying to be more than what their perception limits you to.

(i'm hearing 'how you get the girl' but also 'girl at home'; so in case some of you are interested in bagging a girl you like, i think you have a pretty good chance. but it might also be messy , so if you're already in a relationship, make sure it ends on a clean note)

on the other end of it all, you'll come face to face with yourself in the mirror and be able to come to terms with it all. you were always more than what anyone else or even you limited yourself to be and you can see that now. you'll be able to admit to wanting the future you've desired all along and begin to work towards it, along with building an unshakeable sense of identity and confidence.

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pile 3 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

3 of wands, page of cups, 2 of swords, king of pentacles, seven of cups reversed

you will be hearing back about a job offer or an opportunity you applied for or looking forward to. it's something that truly lights you up and something you are passionate about but it's not the only offer on your hands.

if the above mentioned scenario isn't the case, then there's some sort of message that you've been hoping to receive for a while now, which will end up in your inbox just when you're beginning to lose hope.

you'll be stuck on which one to choose, but you already know which one your heart wants. perhaps, the other one you don't like as much guarantees more money, more stability and more prestige but i don't think the opportunity you actually want is that bad either, it just might take a bit more time to reap its rewards. but what you will have to be sure about is whether you'll stay committed to it, whether you can stick to it when things get hard and not run away.

i'm sure you can, but i don't think most of you guys think that. now normally, i'd say go for what your heart yearns for but in this case, i feel guided to tell you to not make a decision unless you're sure of it. because i feel like so far you guys have been pretty fickle-minded. some of you guys might have even been thinking 'what's the point? it's not like i'll actually get it.' and then are completely left bamboozled when you do.

this might sound a bit confusing, but the choice you want to pick is the right choice for you, but it won't work out unless you believe that. no amount of belief or validation from others can substitute that for you. if you've been going to others and asking for their opinions excessively, your guides are asking you to stop that and to sit with yourself. you guys could struggle with taking yourselves seriously or having faith in yourself. you need to remedy that.

you need to trust yourself—trust that you know what you want, trust that you can commit to something once you've chosen it.

make a plan right now on what you would do if you got what you wanted, how it would end up changing your current life, what the worst day with it in your life could look like and what the best day would look like, etc. think about it carefully and then decide about the best path for you.

for some of you this could be a gap year/ abroad trip opportunity rather than a job.

a buzz from your phone, a fresh new unopened email that you've been refreshing and rechecking your inbox for. the possibility of tasting the future you imagined for yourself, of setting sail on fresh new waters and feeling the warmth of a familiar sun in unfamiliar lands; that is the light that waits on the other side of the door for you.

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this gave me such a pain in the ass trying to edit and format it in tumblr. i kept getting the 4096 character error and i tried EVERYTHING. i hit enter twice after copy pasting to make sure it was in separate blocks and it still wouldn't work. the last paragraph not being in gradient colour really annoyed me. i hope you guys enjoyed reading this pac. it’s not my best work for sure but i still hope it resonates with some of yall at least.

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galene-gothic · 2 days ago

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

One thing that is obvious right away is that you’re a very internal person in many ways. You try to keep your inner world as beautiful as possible and are pretty good at doing so. Many of you tend to wonder if you are or feel as though you are performing at times but because you value inner peace, you decide to just accept yourself as you are. 2019-2020 seems to have seem a significant time for many of you. For some of you it could have been upto 2023. I just heard ‘impact’. You still do have significant stuff happening in your life but no matter what comes upon you, your life feels beautiful to you because you experience it as such. Whatever you experienced impacted you so deeply that you have grown a lot of resilience and resistance to the external world, you believe that everything you need is within you. In fact, it’s not just a belief, it’s more of an awareness. You resist, avoid and might not even be able to look outside of your own awareness at times but usually, you’re aware of how other people function. As in, you can make sense of many behaviours even if you personally do not relate and it’s sometimes because you have acted similarly in the past but you also have days when you simply do not understand the way people who act badly function because you function in a very pure and loving manner. I will not lie, many of you have gone through phases in which you operated very differently so you have an understanding of such people’s mindset but you do not relate to it anymore which is a matter of pride for you because it is a testament of your own growth. I��m looking at how people perceive you in general but what’s coming through right away are the people from your past. You pretty much went non existent in their life as in, it was like you never even knew them? That’s how you’ve moved forward. Whoever this is or whoever these people are, they clearly took you for granted. Whenever they go through hard times, they think of you. Not much about them is coming through because you and your spirit guides both actively try to be present. Another thing that is coming through here is that you’ve become incredibly attractive now.

Some of you may have stepped out of your house after a long time recently or went somewhere that was out of your routine and there are people who found you incredibly attractive there. Some of you are aware that at least one of them was attracted to you but obviously, due to how internal you are, some of you may not be aware. There is someone who wanted to get your number or socials but they couldn’t? This person feels like you’re attracted to them too and they’re not sure because you’ve both only had basic human interactions for now. I can’t tell for sure whether you’re attracted to them or not but the vibe that I’m getting here is - looking at each other from across the room, looking at each other when the other isn’t looking and wanting to be around each other but not trying too hard. This person could have come in with a friend or one friend one day, another friend another day? Their friend(s) seem to have appreciated your beauty behind your back. They perceive you to be incredibly attractive. Someone whose presence is electrifying yet comfortable but they don’t feel comfortable enough to openly interact with you yet but even so, they perceive you to be a very comfortable and homely person. This person perceives you to be beautiful and as having the courage to be gentle. Aww, I just heard that you’re beautiful but that’s not the best thing about you. You are compassionate and seem very confident in that to them. They think that you have a strong mentality, mindset and attitude, and that it is a gentle internal strength that allows you to be compassionate, gentle and loving. They see you to be full of life and someone who doesn’t let their thoughts crush them. Now onto the general perception that people have of you and not just this one person, whenever you go through something that upsets you, you do not let it get to you and instead choose to move past it without giving it much if any power at all. You don’t let anything pull you down and aspire to fly higher, and higher and people can see that. People close to you are in awe of how you actively try not to let frustrating events get to you.

Now especially, you are trying to avoid ranting, venting and complaining about situations because you want to be able to process, and let things go by yourself, not giving situations, emotions and people any power. You’re comfortable by yourself and feel safe by yourself. You’re not looking for anything outside of yourself and others can tell. You trust yourself and are actively growing. You may have undergone a physical glow up and try to actively go towards that direction now but growing character wise is quite important to you too. You have a ‘first love’ vibe going for you. Let me explain how your energy feels, there’s something light about it because you’re very gentle and you interact with people openly. Some of you may have quite exaggerated expressions, mannerisms, movements or a big voice but it is still very gentle most of the time. You may high five your friends playfully and jump around if something makes you happy but it’s all gentle, when you interact with people one on one, you’re very gentle and polite. Even your vocal tone tends to be on the softer side when you interact with people from the second time onwards. Possibly first time onwards for some of you but I’m getting that when you’re not comfortable enough and not focused on the other person which is likely to happen on a first meeting with you, you talk to them in a lower octave. People find themselves looking for you before they even know it because you have a light, affectionate, elegant, sophisticated and candid ‘first love’ vibe going for you. I’m not getting you being on the extreme end of sexiness or extreme end of cuteness but instead the classic pretty and attractive type that has a light, elegant and feminine vibe going for them. I’m not sure who saw you in a lighting in which the sun was shining from behind you, sort of like a halo or the golden light was on your face and hair when you were in a vehicle at evening but oh my god, you’re on their mind. You focus on love and that causes you to possess an inner glow that comes out as some sort of a halo. You possess little to no fear due to how you focus on love.

Whenever people are around you, you make them feel incredibly loved and seen, and they feel very safe because your focus is on the positive i.e. love and joy. You’re also very ambitious and driven, and want to succeed in life but the more that you fly in life, the more that you try to place yourself on the ground. “Even the bird that flies knows that it needs to rest somewhere on the ground.” The more that you grow in life, the more successful that you get, the more that you try to be humble and place your feet down on the earth. There’s this thing in which you are becoming nicer, more loving, gentler and more humble the more that you are growing in life. Also, the more wisdom that you’re getting, the more that you’re trying to have compassion for those who aren’t as wise as you. I am not sure if I should call it compassion to be honest, you just get rid of them because you know that you do not have to be the one to change people and that they’re the problem, and you choose to focus on yourself but when people are younger than you or seem to have even just a little room for growth, you try to instil certain values into them but again, you do not really care because you think that if they take it and learn from it, it’s good for them, and if they don’t, that’s fine, you can’t do anything about it. Many of you have been wanting to eat well and workout for a while now. Some of you may want to practice dancing or something too but you’re always looking to improve yourself. Some of you look like puppies or might sleep like one, like sort of curled up. People find you adorable and some people think that you sleep or nap a lot. You may be the type to sleep during the day but I don’t that it comes from laziness, it’s more so maintenance of energy. You might study/work, eat, sleep, wake up, study/work and repeat. There are certain things that you do that you hold sacred to you and don’t share with others. For example, you might meditate, read tarot readings like you are right now, use these things as a tool to get better and you’re very in tune with yourself, and your own body right now. If you feel sleepy, you sleep so that you can function better. People perceive you as being incredibly abundant and that’s all because of the deep inner work that you’ve done, and how emotionally abundant you yourself are. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: 222, people around you passing away a lot, a pet passing away, graveyard dirt, burial, recently coloured your hair and damaged it, stove, apple juice, bunny or rabbits, blush, blush + bronzer.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

Your life is funny, you are perceived as a bit harmless so people do not realise how strong you are until they test you. You do not even act out instantly or push back, you do so when the situation has long passed and you come by the right opportunity. You have had people corner on you, gang up against you and had people taunt, mock, and humiliate in social settings. People wanted to shake you up mentally and emotionally, just genuinely break you down and you do not push back until you absolutely cannot take it anymore. I don’t think that you’ve been pushed to your absolute limit yet but you’ve been pushed to the extent in which you channelled your inner strength and pushed back in some way. I believe that the way you pushed back was not direct but also very personal. Think someone wants something and you go, and get it instead. That was the kind of energy that took place. If the situation is still ongoing, I’m impressed. Even if it’s not, I’m still impressed. When you do push back, you know how to crush people down to pieces. Often, it may not even be like you’re pushing them back but that you’re simply just living your life but they feel threatened because you get what they want. You’re not exactly into drama but in the past, you were made to believe that everything was your fault by a group of people. You’re more of the type to endure things and try to resolve it maturely, and that’s exactly what you did back then but now you’ve risen above them all and gotten better so if they try to test you even though they’re not a part of your life, you’re going to crush them by simply just living like right now. You’ve grown a lot and are threatening people left, and right. For example, people who humiliated you in the past, they might like someone who likes you. Also, you have many secret admirers that NEVER come forward to you. You’ve built yourself exactly the way you wanted to and built your life exactly the way you wanted to in the process of moving past alienation. You were separated by yourself when you were friends with or acquainted with these people. There seems to be so much alienation and pain, possibly even bullying that you underwent, I’m so sorry. Your former friends who you thought of as your own tried to knock you down to a peg and make you feel guilty, embarrassed, ashamed, and lonely.

Now you’ve found clarity and cut through whatever illusion you were under, and these people are damaged so they genuinely hate you. You left them to think that they were at power but they also knew that they weren’t and now, they see that the things and people they want, you have them, the opportunity to have them, and their attention. I just heard that they’re burning. People see you as extremely merciless when it comes to your own personal goals and what it is that you want. For example, if you liked a guy and your friend liked him too but he turned out to like you back, you’d be with him. Maybe, some of you have done something like this in the past. For the rest of you, what sucks is that you could have done something like that but didn’t and it’s pretty obvious to me that you can do so now. Not to mention, you’re very harmless and loveable on the surface causing you to always have someone to rely on if you want that. Something saved you when you were struggling back then. It could be related to people but the main thing here is you. Maybe you received a lot of love and kindness that caused you to want to become the same way, and it made you act out in ways that brought about more opportunities for you. You know just how much you love and how much you’ve sacrificed for others, and you went through a process of reconnecting with yourself, of finding memories that were grounded in how things actually happened rather than in shame, fantasy or any of it. No matter what triggered you towards this path, you did things by yourself so you’re hella grateful to yourself and also others but you are placing credit where it’s due, and you know that if it weren’t for your own strength and willingness, other people wouldn’t have been able to push you down this path. People are very very very jealous of you. That keeps on coming through here. I want to look at general perceptions of you but what’s coming through is your haters and other people whose perception of you is tinged by jealousy because yes, even your friends and acquaintances tend to be jealous of you. It’s just that they keep it healthy but I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned against you at some point. It would make sense if people have turned against you in the past. I’m especially getting that while you do have one or two people who try to make you feel like shit one on one or you had people like that around you in the past.

Most people wait for the chance to have a group of people turn against you so that they can express their animosity towards you as well 😭. You’re also perceived as being possessive and jealous by those close to you. You know that love is a risk but when you’re not alone and around people, you take that risk and genuinely believe that it’s safe to love because you can always fall back on yourself. Your past experiences have shown you why it’s unsafe to love and trust but they’ve also shown you how you can, and will recover. You’re very attractive, people try to resist you but they simply can’t. I kept on getting the term ‘trophy wife’ and ‘trophy girlfriend’ earlier but didn’t want to use those terms because I find them to be quite degrading. People feel passionate towards you. You do this thing in which you look at people’s lips or their eyes directly, maybe both? Maybe even within the same conversation. You have a blank face at times yet you tend to be the first one to catch people’s eyes when they enter the room. You recently wore either red nails, red clothing, black clothing or leather, or simply something fitted that really enhanced your look and aura. The way you look, the way you dress and simply just the way you are, it looks like something that would require effort but you make it effortless at the same time. You also have this careless manner in which you speak. You talk to people casually as if they’re just any other person and you seem very comfortable interacting with them even if you just met them but if you don’t feel like it, if they greeted you, you’d either just smile at them or look at them for a split second with your hand raised as if to wave but you wouldn’t and you’d start talking to someone else who you’re more comfortable with. People try to stay away, divert their path but simply can’t do so. They can’t help but feel attracted to you and the fact that they aren’t getting over you, and your presence causes them to be even more attracted to you. Even the coldest people tend to hold a soft spot for you 🥹. You look the most attractive when it’s hot, even if you look messy and disheveled. You look good when you’re a bit sweaty and red. I need you to look at yourself after an orgasm or workout session, you’d fall in love with yourself too. You seem to be pretty confident and people tend to be confused by their attraction towards you.

Even when they try to escape, they simply can’t. I’m not sure how to put it for you here but the people who you wanted once who didn’t want you back likely find you incredibly attractive now. Also, the people who you find attractive first, you do not exactly go towards them directly but through mistakes, you’ve learned how to bewitch them in your own special way. You don’t play but you naturally push and pull so it feels like a game to the other person but at the same time, they find themselves wanting more of you. There are a lot of hormonal functions that take place when you’re around people and blood rushes to places that they weren’t even aware it could run to xD. You have principles and ethics, and seem very serious and virtuous on the surface, and honestly you don’t play about yourself but when it comes to romance, it is a playful game to you. You want something stable and serious but you want your partner, and you to continue playing and seducing each other overtime. So when you aren’t with someone yet, you do the same thing. Seduction happens overtime and through subtleties, and that’s something that you seem to be aware of. So you’re very good at seducing even if you personally think that you have some anti seductive traits. You know how to make people feel desired without degrading yourself and your own worth. You have seriousness and a sentimental side but you’re extremely fun loving, and joyful. You are also not ashamed of experiencing pleasure. Post nut guilt doesn’t make sense to you because you never it xD. You instead experience intense pleasure and the desire to get even more of that. You prefer body thrumming pleasure that has your body slightly tingly all over even after hours. You express your desire for people through your eyes or people feel like you are doing so. “Most communication is non verbal” and you’re proof of that because you communicate whatever you have to in order to attract people without having to speak to them. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: 333, lilith 10th/11th house, mango ice cream, red nails, leather, fitted clothing, spanish, ‘senorita’, flag of Spain?, lace, cat, kittens, 888, swan, sequins, ballet flats, yoga, meditation, heart chakra.

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There is something very angelic about you. I’m picking up on a lot of shimmer, pink, blue and highlighter but what interesting thing is coming through is that despite your angelic and softer, more feminine appearance, in romance or personal connections, you are a bit dominant. I personally don’t think that it’s dominance but more so that you’re a very serious person who is self controlled and you desire the same behaviour from those in your inner circle. You do not look around when you’re in a relationship so if your partner was to do so, you’d lose your mind. You want a partner who does everything and anything to maintain self control, and keep you as the only one in their heart and mind. You can seem very rigid and strict, and even a bit controlling but it’s only because you have high standards for yourself and others. I’m picking up on really intimate messages here so if you haven’t gotten physically intimate with anyone, it is simply about emotional intimacy. You understand intimacy very deeply and sex is likely entwined with emotions for you. Some can pick up on it and if you have ever gotten involved with someone in that manner. You turned into an absolute sex goddess in bed 😭. If you haven’t yet, this will be you in the future so I’d stick around. Your appearance and energy are more light, and airy in perception but are very serious as well as devoted in a relationship. Also, quite strict so when in bed, when you turn into a freak, it is a pleasant surprise but the depth that you possess in a close romantic relationship and in bed cannot be matched. People often want to spend their entire lives admiring the marks that you’ve left on them, be it literally or figuratively. You are an intense lover and if someone wants to get lost with you, and experience emotions deeply, experience passion deeply, you’d be the right match for them but the wrong people will be repulsed and overwhelmed by you.

When you touch people, you want it to be endless. In fact, when you touch yourself too, you wish it could be endless. You love pleasure and the feeling of intimacy. Being with you means to burn. Their emotions become very obvious. When someone gets close to you in a romantic manner, their conscious and subconscious collides causing their emotions to flow quite intensely. Anyone who enjoys indulgence in feelings and sensations would love you. Your love is endless but it comes at the small price of your possessiveness, extreme passion, emotions, strictness, anger and what others would consider to be ‘controlling’. You’re definitely deeply devoted though. You are the type to linger around people when you’re attracted to them 😭. Touching someone’s body in a sexual manner is a method of kissing their soul to you. If you’ve ever gotten intimate with someone physically, they may have cried or expressed a lot of emotions during, or after the activity. You are perceived to be very emotional by people especially your own romantic partner. Some of you may hold sexuality to be sacred and others know of it. Some of you may look like a bunny or have bunny teeth, or do your makeup as such. You are the type to find only one person and only them attractive, and loveable when in love. Your eyes literally don’t wander so you want the same and you make it very clear to others. To those who are the same way and who appreciate such qualities, you are literally the most beautiful person. Regardless of whether you’re conventionally attractive or not, you’re perceived to be the most attractive person by some. People around you know that you receive a lot of romantic attention. A pretty smile, innocent gaze and sweet scent, that’s you. Pink and blue are your best colours. Princessy, barbie like and siren like looks suit you the best. In fact, many of you already dress and adorn yourself this way.

I’m not sure if all of you possess all of these vibes and looks but those of you who do resonate with the mermaid/siren look, and archetype, you give off the vibes of the ones in Pirates of the Caribbean. Some of you will pull off more of one look and vibe than the other but many of you can pull off all of them. Maybe, you lean more towards one of the above because you’ve actually tried it but if you try out other looks and find what works for you, you’ll find that other styles suit you too. When I say ‘siren’ vibe and look, I’m not talking about femme fatale style though that could be the case for some of you but more so an ethereal mermaid-like style. I just heard that you’re a total babe but you look like a sweetheart, even though you are a man-eater. You’re not a man-eater as in you chew up and spit them out but more so that once you start getting really close to a man, you stick with them in a way in which you destroy them. I’m not sure how to say this without making you seem like an energy vampire but when men exert any energy towards you especially energy that causes you to have negative experiences, you use it to grow and glow up in some way. Your quality of life gets better with every man that you deal with, be it negative or positive. Of course, if you are a heterosexual male or homosexual female, it’s going to differ. Some of you may have liked or simply just noticed Cinderella the most out of any other Disney princesses when you were younger. I honestly think that you share many similarities with her but I’ll just let this one line speak for me - “while Cinderella was abused, humiliated and finally forced to become a servant in her own house, and yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind.” You are generally perceived to be very kind and gentle. Even your mannerisms and the way your body moves, it’s like it’s flowing. That’s all I’m getting for you today. Thank you for reading. I would love to know how to resonates. Much love and take care.

Synchronities: fashion/fashion designing, nyx nude mega shine lip gloss, any nude lip liner, Laila Majnu, mac angel, revlon primrose, pink rose, pink, blue, Pirates of the Caribbean, blue bra, zaalima female part, Cinderella, ‘so this is love’, ‘a dream is a wish your heart makes’, Barbie princess and the pauper.

#pac reading #tarot pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot pac #pac #pick a card #intuitive readings #pick a photo #pick a deck #paid readings

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elodieunderglass · 2 days ago

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I think it might be helpful to remember here that “internet” is a society. “Online” is a society. The behaviours you do on them are social behaviours. OP is a human being; I am a human being. By reblogging from me and adding your thoughts to the post, you are bouncing against two human beings, who will probably see you.

So if your first instinct on reading this is a response along the lines of “oh I NEVER interact with people” “easy to say if you can get to places with people” “this always makes me feel worse because I never interact with anyone” "no one interacts me because of Crisis" - I truly understand. I hear the loneliness and self-preservation in that statement, I hear how it comes from the heart. I hear how brave you’ve been, how brave you’ve had to be, and how brave you are now.

however, please do consider - in the context of "online" being a real society, in the framework of "bouncing against other people", in the idea that the "self" is the thing that bounces, and the idea that the thing you "bounce against" is ALSO someone's self -

we are interacting right now. you are interacting right now. this is an interaction. this is a choice. this is a bounce. this is my attention (and possibly OP's, and possibly your followers) on you for one moment. this is your bounce, and these are your echoes. You are a human being (or possibly a bird drawing) with some agency in this. and Online is a society where you can freely interact with guaranteed Real Human Beings.

I'm glad you bounced against me! it is absolutely fine! you seem nice. I definitely perceived the bounce and also that you are a person (I myself am a person). please feel free to bounce off me again - if the motion seizes you. It can be private - I probably WILL see it - but I won't respond if you don't want me to. It will probably make me smile if you come up to tell me: "I am interacting with you to specifically announce that I never interact with anyone!" but the smile isn't at your expense.

but do understand this: you interacted. you are interacting. you are REAL.

ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself

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pinkpuppipawz · 13 hours ago

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Imagine the saja boys finding a male reader and they make him their manger. Maybe they stage a fake contest. Now they use him as a human witness so the girls can't attack with him around. So each guy spends one on one time with him. Casual things so like baby takes him out to eat lunch and of course piles on the hot sauce on hid food. What do you know they ran into one or all of the girls? Gives the boys another way to mess and give a good public image.

HUMAN SHIELD

°ᡣ𐭩 . Saja Boys x GN! Manager! Reader

CONTENTS ꒱ ➜ reader is on their breaking point, the boys enjoying toying with huntrix, platonic relationship with reader(?), mentions of murder

CREDITS ꒱ ➜ Saja Boys belong to KPOP Demon Hunters (Sony) on Netflix

AUTHORS NOTE ꒱ ➜ I know you said male reader but unfortunately at the moment I am planning on only writing for GN! Reader bc I want everyone to enjoy my writing, hope it doesn’t change much and you still enjoy it :3

the demon boy band knew that Huntrix was high on their track, planning on at some point to end them and gwi ma once and for all

but they weren’t having it

they needed to think of a way to prevent the hunters from interfering with their plan for as long as possible to ensure loads of souls were collected for gwi ma

they all huddled together one day, discussing ways to help protect themselves. when Jinu thought of the best plan possible

then the topic of a contest was brought up, they all agreed on it

in short, members of the public purchase one ticket with a number and whoever’s number they pull out of a hat is their ‘manager’ (human shield)

you bought a ticket as they were shockingly cheap for the Saja Boys. you honestly didn’t expect to win, just wanted a shot

only for them to call out your ticket number

you expected it to be a normal manager role, not whatever this was

whenever a member went out by himself in public, he always dragged you along no matter where he was going

wether that be Baby dragging you to a restaurant for lunch, hot sauce piled on his food, even his dessert (he’s a psychopath)

Abby forcing you to join him in the gym, claiming he only wants you there to hold his water bottle and towel (he defo did NOT want you there just to flex his muscles and abs at all times possible)

Romance claiming he wants a ‘shopping partner’ e.g. just a clothing hanger to hold all the clothes he wants to buy. he throws them on you, even throws them on your face. one time he honestly forgot you were there and nearly had a heart attack when you popped out of the hoard of clothes like a meerkat

Jinu always claims he needs a ‘bodyguard’ of sorts when out and about, just in case a fan jumps him you know?

Mystery doesn’t go out often, only needs you with him if he’s alone inside cause he ‘gets lonely’

huntrix tried getting rid of them a few times when they’re out and about in dodgy alleyways and such, the perfect chance to kill them right? wrong! there you are, their human manager, giving them a few ideas for future concerts, what to wear and future meet and greets with fans

when you were too busy looking at your phone to write things down and talk to certain company’s, the boys all simultaneously turned around to face the girls, eyes glowing yellow and grins as devilish as ever

one time the girls were so close to their ultimate goal, only for you to suddenly appear out of seemingly nowhere (you literally did due to jinu using his demon powers to teleport you without you knowing)

you greeted the girls with a grin, congratulating them on their new song and such, completely oblivious to the glares the girls were giving the boys

fun fact: you don’t know that they’re demons, you’re completely oblivious to it. the boys honestly believe if they were to change to their demon forms you wouldn’t even realise or react

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northerlyy · 2 days ago

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Editing my initial ID of Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) oops—didn't realize Blue-gray Gnatcatchers (Polioptila caerulea) had the same tail banding as Northern Mockingbirds. The size and lack of stripes on the wings also points more towards gnatcatchers. They're not birds I see often, so I don't think of them much! That just makes this video even cooler to me!

The reason this hawk isn't doing anything is because this is normal for them. Hawks are pretty used to being harmlessly mobbed by smaller birds, so they learn to tolerate it. If a hawk were to leave every time a bird mobbed them, they would 1) be picked on by everything and 2) never be able to sit anywhere. If birds see that their mobbing behavior doesn't always work, they will be less inclined to do it in scenarios where the hawk poses no threat to the birds or their offspring—it's too energetically costly to fly around like this for no reason.

Why doesn't the hawk just grab a bird out of the air? Well, it really can't. Hawks are very large and slow compared to a small bird like a gnatcatcher, and this one isn't even flying! This guy isn't looking for a meal in these birds, he's just sitting, so he's in no position to attempt to hunt them. The birds are smart and make sure to mob the head, avoiding the talons, so he can't make a grab even if he wanted to. Even hawks that specialize in preying on birds wouldn't take this opportunity to get a meal unless the bird flew right into their talons which is highly unlikely to happen. The hawk here does the best possible thing, which is tolerate the mobbing and then leave of his own will, showing the gnatcatchers that he was unaffected by the aggression so they are less likely to do it again. I've seen hawks sit for upwards of 20 minutes under the duress of many more birds than just a pair of gnatcatchers. Think of how bad sitting on a bird feeder would be!

stop

#very cool video though!#I'd love to get a nice video of a raptor being mobbed #though that doesn't mean much coming from me because I want a video of everything haha #nature #wildlife #animals

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allsteddie · 2 days ago

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Married Steddie where their 6-year-old daughter has no idea her papa Eddie is famous.

They adopted Hailey when she was just a baby. Most of her earlier years were spent on the road with her daddy Steve and papa Eddie, as Corroded Coffin was still on tour and pretty active. She was too young to understand any of it, though.

When Hailey was around 4, the band agreed to go on hiatus for a while. Jeff was having problems with his wife, Gareth’s mother was going through a hard time after being diagnosed with breast cancer, and Hailey was about to start school and wouldn’t be able to follow her papa anymore. With all that in mind, everybody agreed it was best to take a break and focus on their own families for the moment. When things got better, they could get together again and work on their new project; there was no rush.

So Eddie went back to Indianapolis with Steve and Hailey and left the persona Eddie Munson behind for the time being. At first, Eddie thought it would be hard for him. He was so used to being on the road, that he thought he would feel restless at home, but he was so wrong. Because when you have a four-year-old at home, there’s no such thing as a boring day. And since their house had a studio, Eddie also spent a lot of time working on his own solo material, something he never had the opportunity to do when the band was still on tour.

He didn’t really have any plans in mind when he started this project. The only thing he knew was that he wanted it to be different from anything he had already done with Corroded Coffin; something more intimate and Hailey-friendly. He really wanted his daughter to see him perform, something not really possible when you’re the lead singer of a metal band and your kid is barely four and still easily overwhelmed by loud noises. He was gonna change that with his solo album.

Eddie spent the next two years trying to be the best papa he could for his little girl, and working on his solo project when he had time. By the time Hailey was six, Eddie was finally satisfied with how the songs turned out and the album was ready to be released.

It was a Saturday night when Eddie stepped on a stage again. And this time was different, this time his family was right there, watching him from one of the stadium boxes, as Eddie faced a crowd for the first time in almost three years. And although Eddie could not see them from the stage, knowing Steve and Hailey were there made the whole experience so much more special.

He played all twelve songs from the new album, plus acoustic versions of some of Corroded Coffins most popular songs. The crowd sang along with him the whole time and screamed whenever he interacted with them. It was nice getting to do what he loved after such a long pause, thrilling even.

When the concert ended and Eddie bid the crowd goodnight, Hailey and Steve were already waiting for him backstage. He barely had time to put down his acoustic guitar before Hailey was throwing herself in his arms, squealing and giggling and wide-awake despite the late hour. Her pretty hazel eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“Papa, you’re famous!” she said, awed, as her papa picked her up.

“I am?”

“Yes! Everybody was screaming your name.”

“No way! Did you scream too?”

“I did.”

Eddie smiled, endeared by the honest reaction. That’s why he loved children, especially this child. You could always count on their honesty.

“Did you tell papa what you told me earlier?” Steve chirped in, rounding the coffee table separating them so he could drop a kiss on Eddie’s lips.

“What?”

“I wanna be famous like you when I grow up,” Hailey stated proudly, her little hands resting on her papa’s face as she smiled big enough to show her missing front teeth. “That’s so cool.”

Eddie raised his brows. “I thought you were gonna be a zookeeper.”

Rolling her eyes, the little girl huffed. “If I’m famous, people will know me and they’ll let me play with the alligators whenever I want. Then I don’t really need to be a zookeeper anymore,” she argued, as if that was the obvious conclusion to the matter and his papa was so silly for not seeing that.

“Oh, right, of course. How foolish of me.”

Steve took Hailey, so Eddie could change and wrap up whatever business he still had with the other musicians and staff before they left. It was way past Hailey’s bedtime, but the excitement of seeing her papa perform had yet to run out. She was still awake and babbling non-stop when they left the stadium and made their way to the car, holding both her dads’ hands.

They were reaching the car when the little girl stopped, forcing both men to stop with her.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve asked once he noticed his daughter thoughtful expression.

“If papa is famous,” she said, big eyes staring at her parents full of hope. “Does that mean he can ask the zoo people to let me play with the alligators?”

The question was so unexpected it rendered Steve speechless. Eddie would never understand his daughter’s fascination with alligators.

“Sorry, kid, but you have to be at least twelve for that. Zoo rules,” he said, doing his best not to laugh at his little girl disappointment.

Hailey’s pout was the cutest thing. “That’s so not fair.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #my writing

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kamospeach · 3 days ago

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kiss me more

starring: clingy!gojo x sorcerer!reader warning: nipple play, mating press, dacryphilia, breeding, needy pervy touchy gojo, edging, lots of teasing, gojo is yapping peachy's yap: i'm in my drabble era atm i have so many lil ideas for y'all

gojo was needy, he needed you in any way he could. his hands had to be on you 24/7, even when you’d complain that turning to the left hurt your back, or that your nipples were still sore after you finally finished your period. he’d have some whiny excuse that made you let him do it.

“but i’ve been gone all day, lemme touch my baby,” he’d say, and you’d sigh, knowing you missed his touch as well. so there you sat, leaning in an uncomfortable position as satoru fondled your chest, casually rolling your nipples between his fingers, trying to ignore the sexy moans that left your mouth as he texted his group chat.

but this wasn’t where it ended, no, no, no. satoru went on cruel and long missions, leaving you alone for days so he could fight stupid curses. so when he came back, not only were you feral for touch, so was he. but this was your clingy, touchy-feely satoru gojo, who never had enough of your touch.

his feelings were heightened, he was more feral than a regular man. he was definitely satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the honored one, if you will. if fighting alongside him on a mission didn't prove how strong he was to you, you definitely got an idea.

“t-toru, hold on, baby,” you moaned, using your hand to push his hips back. he had you in a mating press in your fifth position for the night. you needed a break, but gojo needed his fourth nut more.

you were trying to get through to him, but his eyes were trained on your fucked-out face. he couldn't hear your pleas or your whines, all he could hear was the squelching of your pussy.

“i love you, ya know that? m’gonna tell yaga to let you come with me next time. i get so tense after—hah—fighting those fuck-ass curses.” that was another thing about gojo too; he’s a motor mouth. luckily for you, he never said anything to ruin the mood, and you had no problem listening to him talk while he was in it.

“yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, not really sure if it was from the intense pleasure of your sixth orgasm approaching, or from you liking the sound of going on missions with him from now on.

“you’d like that, sweets? watching me kill curses and kissing my w...wounds f’me? and after we leave, i take out my frustration on this sweet pussy?” he grunted, each thrust feeling more and more like a promise as he laid out a very descriptive plan.

“i want it, toru, want it bad!” you moaned as his thumb rubbed your clit in fast circles, your legs shaking as your body was ready to relish in the pleasure.

your mind was running on overdrive, the grip of his hands on your thigh, the way his lips were inches away from yours as he whispered all this to you. how his cockhead was probably bruising your poor cervix. it was so good, you couldn't think.

“want what, baby? my cum in you, or to go on missions with me?” now his face had his signature cocky smirk, knowing you couldn’t possibly choose. your brain was scrambling for the right answer, but your heart knew what you meant to say.

“i want it inside,” you whined, and satoru clicked his tongue at you three times. he never had enough of teasing you, and even when you both were touch-deprived and running low on stamina, he continued.

“mmm, i’m sorry, sweets, that’s not the right answer…” he cooed, pulling his cock out of you, just leaving his thick, flushed tip inside and stopping the movement of his thumb. barely thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace while you're entranced, clenched, trying to suck him back in.

“both! i want both!” you whined, tears spilling from your eyes as he edged your release.

“such a good girl, i love it when you cry for my cock,” he mumbled, giving a hard thrust, immediately bottoming out in you again, his thumb going back to its circular motions on your hard clit.

“cumming… m’cumming!” you yelled, choking on your words. you swore this was the best orgasm of your life.

“cum all over your toru, baby,” he said, kissing your lips as your body convulsed, your moans trapped in satoru’s mouth. your conjoined spit was running down the side of your mouth as you came violently, squirting over satoru, you, and your freshly made bed.

satoru filled you up, his cock twitching and his balls clenching as his load emptied into you, his seed dribbling out, down your ass, and onto the bed. he pulled away from the kiss, eyes clouded, and glancing at you like he didn't really get a good look at you.

“toru, i just made the bed for you,” you whined, and he smiled, kissing your forehead and pulling out of you with a hiss.

“it’s okay, i’m just happy to be home.”

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vxnillabxn · 2 days ago

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Hii, I saw ur last post about mute reader I couldn't resist to ask— can u write for a half deaf reader? I have to use hearing aids and it's so hard to find disability hc's/shots for the reader in lads ;;

Thank u!!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x half deaf gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚hiiii! i had to do some research and ask some friends of mine for their experiences, so i truly hope i got this right! also, i know each experience is different, and there are different spectrums, but i tried to keep this as general as possible, hope that's okay! thanks for the request ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he always takes you out to cute, cozy places —most of them quiet enough not to feel overwhelming, and it's always just the two of you, of course.

﹙♡﹚beforehand, he visits all those places himself and checks what events are coming up, so you're never caught by surprise by sudden crowds or loud noises.

﹙♡﹚when talking to you in public, he cups your cheeks and leans in close —partly so you can read his lips and hear him better, and partly so everyone else sees just how close he is to you.

﹙♡﹚you never even have to worry about charging your hearing aids; he's already done it. in fact, he helps you put them on and makes sure they're secure, after years of quiet practice.

﹙♡﹚he recognizes your tiniest expressions; you don't have to say you're overwhelmed for him to notice. he knows how tiring it can be to hear everything amplified, so if it starts to feel too much, he'll gently guide you away without a word.

﹙♡﹚he also notices when you force a laugh or smile because you missed what someone said, but don't want to ask for them to repeat themselves. he'll make them, though.

﹙♡﹚and if anyone dares to look annoyed or refuse? he'll shoot them the friendliest smile, but under the table, he is ready to shoot something —someone— else.

﹙♡﹚after all, all he wants is for you to feel just as included as everyone else —and to feel completely safe leaving whenever things get draining. just say the word, pips. he lives to make your life easier. that's it.

﹙♡﹚also, he remembers when you two used to play hide and seek when you were little. you wouldn't notice how loud you were being when hiding… and he'd have to pretend not to hear you just to see that toothless smile on your face when he let you win. bless his heart.

﹙♡﹚so you can trust him with everything. you don't even have to think; he's already thinking for you. because he wants you to lean on him for everything— even for the things you didn't know you needed, or the things you thought you had already taken care of… but he always knew better.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i feel like you two have more chances to be petty. literally. if he gets too dramatic, you can just pull your hearing aids off and walk away.

﹙♡﹚and if he follows you or starts signing dramatically from across the room, you can close your eyes —and that's it. he hates it, though.

﹙♡﹚every time this happens, he'll pull you closer, press you against his chest, and groan in frustration —just so you feel the vibrations of his dramatic sulking. there's no escaping him when he wants something… or when he decides to be petty back.

﹙♡﹚if it's the other way around, and you're the one throwing a fit? he'll turn away and cover his ears, whispering and bickering under his breath. your hearing aids might not catch it, and you can't read his lips, but you know he's talking back. little minx.

﹙♡﹚on the sweeter side, he'll decorate your hearing aids. if you let him, he'll add tiny charms, paint delicate patterns, or design delicate little chains. he still wants them to feel comfy and easy to wear, just with a touch of his love and creativity.

﹙♡﹚and if you ask for something special, he'll work on it for days —especially if your design idea has anything to do with him. he loves the thought of you carrying a piece of him everywhere you go.

﹙♡﹚he absolutely adores taking you to big social gatherings. showing you off is second nature to him, but he'll always notice if it gets too loud or tiring. when that happens, he'll sneak you away to some… hidden spots strategically found, so you can still enjoy the event, but without all the chaos.

﹙♡﹚when you two go to the beach, he lights up if you take your hearing aids out to swim or dive with him.

﹙♡﹚and if you decide to keep them on and stay close to the shore (if the sea breeze isn't too strong for your hearing aids to catch), that's fine too. he'll still make sure you enjoy everything else: the warmth of the sun, the breeze, the cold splash of water against your legs. he never wants you to miss out.

﹙♡﹚on that note, he doesn't just sing for you, he signs beautifully too. he learns complex, graceful signs, moving his hands like they're dancing to silent music. so whenever you want to see your pretty fishy-man singing his heart out, you can choose between his voice… or his hands (you'd finally understand the old lemurian songs through the signs he uses, too!)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚okay. the power this man holds? incredible. he'll spoil you, buy you the best hearing aids he can find, and of course, you're invited to every single event he attends. he's more than happy to let you decide where to go, what to eat, what to drink, who to talk to…

﹙♡﹚after all, all he wants is for you to feel comfortable. and if the room suddenly becomes too loud —too many voices blending together, or the music making it hard to catch his soft voice, even when he's so close to you— he'll make everyone lower their voices. he'll even turn down the music himself, just so you can hear him.

﹙♡﹚when talking to you, he'll stare into your eyes a lot more than usual, making sure you are reading his lips clearly, making sure you don't miss a single word he says.

﹙♡﹚he'll slow his words if he has to, but from across the room he'll still say the most quietly passionate things, just to see you get flustered. he can't help it; he thinks it's funny how everyone else thinks you're communicating telepathically.

﹙♡﹚he'll also sign his words, in case you miss them —though he'll do everything to make sure you never do.

﹙♡﹚one thing he loves most? sharing quiet, calm moments with you back at the base.

﹙♡﹚when you both have time to rest, he'll have you sit next to the record player so you can hear every soft note of the melody, while he reads silently beside you.

﹙♡﹚and if you decide to take your hearing aids out, he'll have you sit in his lap instead, letting you feel the vibration of his voice as he reads out loud.

﹙♡﹚he knows your bond goes beyond words. as long as you can feel him next to you, always constant and loving, that's more than enough for both of you.

﹙♡﹚and… you might actually feel him try to purr like a cat when you're curled up together. you're his kitten, after all —and since kittens are born deaf but find comfort in warmth and purring, he tries to give you the same. but don't comment on it… please.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i really think he'd rather sign than speak, to be honest. even if signing takes more effort, it goes more with his nature —like, he can express everything without having to search for the right words.

﹙♡﹚he's so soft-spoken that sometimes it's hard to make out what he says, especially if he isn't whispering directly into your ear, or when you're out on dates where there's background noise.

﹙♡﹚if you don't know sign language yet, he'd absolutely learn it with you. and if it still feels tricky sometimes, he'd come up with simpler, secret signs… like an alien language only the two of you understand.

﹙♡﹚without even noticing, he also picks up your little quirks and gestures. if you scrunch your nose when it gets too loud and your hearing aids start to hurt, he'll do it too.

﹙♡﹚when you watch his lips carefully to catch every word, he'll unconsciously do the same when you talk —even if he can hear with no issues at all.

﹙♡﹚he never questions it if you close a door a bit too loudly or speak louder than you mean to, because you can't really tell how loud you're being.

﹙♡﹚but honestly? he finds it endearing, especially if you're not wearing your hearing aids and you're walking around cluelessly.

﹙♡﹚some nights, he forgets you've taken your hearing aids out to charge, and he'll still mumble to you sleepily, not realizing you're just watching him with an amused smile.

﹙♡﹚and once he notices you didn't quite hear, —because, truly, his voice is so gentle— he'll simply come closer, take your hands in his, and guide them to his chest.

﹙♡﹚you can feel his steady heartbeat under your palms. and given the flush on his cheeks and the way his soft azure eyes look at you, you don't need words to know what he wants; for you to come closer… and cuddle.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he makes sure to remind you to charge your hearing aids every night. if you're too sleepy to do so he'll do it for you without fail.

﹙♡﹚he actually enjoys keeping your home quiet; no loud tv, no overloading noise that might cause screeching sounds in your hearing aids, nothing.

﹙♡﹚when you two go out, he'd rather take you to cafés or restaurants, because he can look into your eyes, and you can easily read his lips as an extra help —and he loves to lovingly gaze at you.

﹙♡﹚he'll clean your hearing aids for you, and even though you know how to do it yourself, he'll still show you how he does it. it's always more precise… it must be because of his surgical hands.

﹙♡﹚he always tries to give you sensory breaks. he knows your other senses might feel heightened, especially if you're not wearing your hearing aids. he keeps the lights dimmed, and he likes to hold you close in the solace of your shared bedroom (or his office... or the living room... or his car...)

﹙♡﹚when you get particularly overwhelmed, even indoors, he'll let you rest your head against his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat to ground you.

﹙♡﹚he'll also whisper secrets as you recharge, but very, very quietly. you'd only catch the soft vibrations, not the words themselves. it doesn't matter, because it brings comfort —even if he uses it to confess everything he's been holding back, waiting for the perfect moment.

﹙♡﹚if you get overwhelmed in public, and you give him permission to, he'll gently take off your hearing aids, cup your cheeks —to cover your ears, too— and slowly mouth “you are with me, you are safe.”

﹙♡﹚it works every time, especially since he always leads you somewhere quiet and safe afterwards… which is pretty much anywhere he is, for he is your safest place.

﹙♡﹚at the end of each day, he'll softly kiss behind your ears before gently massaging them between his fingers to soothe them. he wants you to fall asleep, the last thing you feel being him. every time.

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rhube · 2 days ago

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They're also doing this because the prisons are overflowing and the court system is collapsing due to chronic, decades long underfunding.

Don't misunderstand me, I think mandatory chemical castration is monstrous, and its hard to see how it cannot be coercive in the space of incarceration, but a lot of people only know about the headline and not the details, and the details are multi-faceted and important.

In no particular order:

1. There are different options on the table. Mandatory castration is one, but it's not the primary option being explored.

2. Some inmates want this. We don't like to think of sexual offenders as people, but they are. And sometimes people feel compulsions to do things that they don't actually want to do. In this context, the hormones are not meant to be a punishment, but a treatment - one that would be available to these people if they were not incarcerated. The matter of rights is extremely complicated here. These people have the same right to treatment as everyone else in the UK. It is wrong to bar them from it just because they are incarcerated. But it's also hard to see how they can freely consent to permanent bodily changes when they are incarcerated, when the treatment has health risks, and when it's what the state wants them to do it. Because:

3. There are too many people in our prisons. Way too many people. We do not have room to put new people away. Yes, yes, dismantle the carcereal system, but how are you going to do that? What are you going to do about sexual offenders who still experience the desire to repeat their crimes? This is an experiment to see if hormonal treatment could be an answer to the problem whilst also enabling these people to live more normal lives, not driven to commit crimes. The headlines talk about 'chemical castration' but that is not the intended consequence. It is a *possible* side effect. That said:

5. Of course it opens the possibility for abuse. Let me be clear on this website where we routinely piss on the poor: in providing perspective here I am not defending the experiments, but I am asking you to tone down the knee jerk reaction of 'they're doing this because they want to castrate trans people'. I get it. And I agree it opens the door towards abuse by bad actors, and that's a strong reason against it. But that's not actually the aim. This is not a grand plan by Labour to exterminate trans and non-binary people (although, yes, I know, there are people in Labour who would want that); it is honestly about saving MONEY. Because if you could offer a treatment that made these people not a danger, they could leave prison, free up space, and reduce the burden on the tax payer, which, idk if you noticed, but Labour care more about than justice, ideology, or anyone's lives and liberty.

6. What happened to Alan Turing was horrific and should never happen again. It is a national shame. That is not what is being proposed here. Conflating the two issues does not help anyone.

TO REPEAT: while I do think inmates deserve the option to access the same treatments that would be open to them as free people, and that if people WANT to do this, that should be an option, I do not see a realistic way to enable incarcerated people to make a free and uncoerced decision about this.

Moreover, I do not want to open the door towards future potential abuses by bad actors, which could include transphobes and binarists and homophobes, which we know do exist in the Labour party.

I am NOT defending it. I just don't think it helps to muddy the water with misinformation that builds fear and mistrust.

Unfortunately, I can't provide sources and my info comes from an in depth radio programme I listened to on the subject. But when you hear about something like this, I strongly encourage you to get informed on the details rather than being allowed to be led by headlines and assumptions made my users on Tumble.com.

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madebycloud · 2 days ago

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STAY

rumi x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary．workaholism is practically her middle name. rumi works to the bone day in, day out, always putting her work before everything else… and that includes you. (requested by @remmia) warnings/themes．light angst and fluff, argument, happy ending words．2.0k

Rumi was supposed to come home at 9pm, according to her.

11:14pm. She's two hours late.

You tried calling her, but it just rang endlessly. No answer. Texting her was no use either, as she rarely replied to your texts these days.

She's busy.

She's just busy.

Too busy for you, at least.

Too busy to spend time with you. Too busy to pay attention to you. Too busy for the person she's supposed to come home to every day.

It wouldn't bother you so much if it hadn't happened so often... late nights, lack of responses, missed calls, canceled dates. Sometimes it feels like Rumi puts her job before anything else. The fans, the fame, the work, the music. Everything, except you.

You've been patient. You've been understanding. You've tried to support her in every way. You've tried to be the best partner you could possibly be.

It's not like you're asking for much, is it? just a text to say she's running late or a call to say she missed your call. Anything would be better than the silence you're constantly met with.

Rumi promised. She promised she'd make time for you.

And yet...here you are. Sitting alone in the apartment, waiting for a girl who's always too busy to give you any of her time.

And waiting.

Eventually, you hear a click as the door opens slowly, spilling light from the hallway to flood into the space.

“Oh... babe, you're still up.”

You scoff in response, not meeting her gaze. “I am. been waiting for you to come home.”

Rumi closes the door behind her, taking off her coat and shoes. She then turns towards you, sighing. “Babe... please, let's not get into this right now...” she says, stepping cautiously into the apartment. “I'm tired, okay? It was a long day—”

“A long day, huh?” you interrupt, standing up from the couch.

It's always the same excuse. 'Too tired.' 'Work was busy.' 'We'll talk tomorrow… I'm sleepy...' Yet, here she is again, showing up late and expecting you to simply accept it without complaint.

Rumi walks over to you, reaching out to take your hand in hers, but you bat it away. She frowns. “You know how it is. The company's got a lot of big projects coming up… I had a lot of things to take care of today.”

You look at her incredulously. “And how many times have you said that exact same thing in the past month— in the past three months?”

“I… I just… I can't always control my work schedule, you know? Babe—”

You cut her off again, pointing a finger at her. “You know you can control when you answer my calls. You can control when you send me a freaking text back—”

“I was busy, okay? I tried my best to respond whenever I could, but work—”

“Work, work, work! That's all you ever care about these fucking days. You never have time for me. I'm not asking for much, just a call or a text or ANYTHING!”

“Why are you so angry about this?!” she snaps back, throwing her hand to the side. “You know how important my job is to me. It takes a lot of my time, and I'm trying my BEST to juggle everything— the company, the comebacks, the fans, and you! I'm trying to do it all, and it's not easy—”

“Not easy?” You laugh bitterly. “Is it difficult for you to send a ten second text to your partner? To give them a quick call just so they know you actually remember they exist? What's so hard about giving a few minutes of your time every once—” You swallow. The knot in your throat tightens. “When was the last time we even went on a date, Rumi? when was the last time you even told me you loved me? Is that how you prove you're 'trying?'”

“Then what do you want me to do?!” Rumi's voice suddenly rises over yours.

You step back instinctively, eyes brimming with tears. “I just want some of your attention, Rumi. Is that really too much to ask for...? Just show me that you CARE about this relationship— that you CARE about ME. I just want—” You pause, inhaling deeply, wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek with a trembling hand. “...I just want to feel loved... by you.”

Her features soften instantly. Guilt creeps into the corners of her eyes when she sees your tearstained face, noticing the vulnerability that you rarely showed.

Rumi exhales slowly, steps towards you, and pulls you into a tight hug. You rest your head against her shoulder, arms remaining limp at your sides.

“I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry...” she whispers. “I don't mean to neglect you. I just get really caught up in my work. There are music shows, performances, fans, and a million things happening at once... it's not easy, babe.”

You don't hug her back. Her words don't comfort you; her touch doesn't ease your worries. She's just saying what she thinks you want to hear, what she has to so you'd forgive her.

“If it's not easy for you, Rumi... if you find it that hard to make time for me. Then maybe... maybe we should just... end this... whatever this is.”

It's not that you actually want to leave Rumi...but you can't keep living like this. Constantly ignored, constantly feeling unloved. You deserve better than this—to live in a shadow, to feel so little but to give so much.

“No. No, wait, no— babe, please... please don't say that.” Rumi pulls back to look you in the eye, grasping your face between her hands. “You're just upset... you don't mean that.”

“I am upset, Rumi. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm so fed up. I just feel like you've forgotten that I even exist. I can't keep going like this, Rumi... and I don't think you want to either.”

The words seem to stab straight into Rumi's heart. Her hold on your face trembles. “You're not thinking straight right now...I'm tired, you're tired, and it's late. Can we just go to bed, please? we can talk about it tomorrow, I promise.”

She's right about one thing: you are tired. Not just from the late hour or the emotional strain of the argument. It's the weariness of putting up with this situation for so long, hoping that things would somehow change.

So you don't protest as she leads you towards the bedroom, gently pushes you onto the bed, and don't resist as she climbs on top of you, laying on your body, not wanting to be apart from you.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm so stupid, so selfish. I'll be better. I'll—” Her voice falters. “I love you. I love you so much... I'm so sorry.”

You lift your arms as if to push Rumi off, but your gesture changes midway, folding around her quivering frame, cradling her against your chest. The warm wetness seeps from her eyes onto your skin.

There you stay. Rumi sobs into your neck, hands tightly clenching fistfuls of your clothes. She'll probably be back to ignoring you when the sun rises.

But for now, for just these few stolen moments while she clings onto you with all her might...

...you want to believe her and hope that come morning, things will feel different.

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Morning arrives. Your mind slowly pulls awake, but your eyes stay closed. Hands instinctively reaching out to your side in search of a familiar warmth. Except... the only thing your hand manages to find is a cold, empty space.

Wait. Cold? Empty?

Your eyes snap open, the sleep clearing from your vision in an instant.

There's no Rumi. No warm body, no messy hair on the pillow, no comforting weight pinning you down in place. The covers beside you are ruffled but already cold.

Sitting up, your eyes drift to the small clock on the bedside. 9:15am.

You throw the covers off yourself, standing up. The hardwood floor is cool under your soles as you leave the room.

The apartment is silent. No sounds of water running or the hum of a hairdryer.

No sign of Rumi.

What were you expecting? for her to actually keep her promise? ...How pathetic, desperate, stupid, and gullible you are.

Just when you're about to wallow in your own self-loathing, the sound of the front door opening suddenly catches your ears.

There, in the doorway, stands Rumi, dressed in sweatpants, cropped hoodie, holding a plastic bag filled with groceries. “Morning..,” She then shuts the door and walks towards the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter. “I went to the supermarket early to avoid the rush. Got us some things we needed, a few extra snacks I thought you might like—”

“I thought you'd be at the studio right now.”

Rumi pauses, stalling as she begins unpacking the groceries. She doesn't turn around when she says, “I took a break...for a month.”

You blink in disbelief.

She continues as you approach the kitchen. “I told Bobby that I needed some time off, and the company agreed. I won't be going into the studio for a while or having any schedules. So we can spend some time together.”

“What about the girls?”

“Mira and Zoey are also taking time off to take care of their own things. It's just you and me. No work, no studio, no interruptions to deal with. Just us. For an entire month.”

Did you hear her right? Rumi, who's always working, always busy, always has no time to answer her phone, took a whole month off? For...you?

“Where do you want to go? I was looking online earlier, and I think going to Jeju would be nice. We could get a small rental car there and just drive wherever, or if you'd rather stay in Seoul, we could—”

You don't realize you've closed the distance between you until you're standing right behind her, arms encircling her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder.

You've missed this. Holding her, feeling her, being with her like this. It's like...you can breathe again.

Rumi stiffens at the sudden contact, hands freezing around the milk she just grabbed, then lowers it back into the bag before slowly melting into your embrace, leaning back as her hands cover yours on her stomach, thumb tracing over your knuckles.

Neither of you speaks for a while, simply content to stay in the other's arms after such a long time.

A month off.

No distractions. No late nights. No schedules.

Just the two of you.

To try. To fix things. To fall in love again. To make up for lost time. To simply exist in each other's presence.

“I'm sorry.” Rumi tilts her head to rub her cheek softly against yours. “I know I wasn't the best girlfriend to you...and— and I messed up. A lot. I've hurt you. A lot. I can't promise I won't screw up or be able to fix the mistakes I've made, but...I promise I'll try. For us.”

You don't reply. Can't reply. Not when your heart is stuck in your throat and the words are choking you from within.

So instead you hug her tighter. Hold her closer. Hoping that this time it'll be enough. That after all the hurt, heartache, tears, pain, things will finally work out as long as you both try.

It's then that your stomach decides to make its presence known, rumbling loudly. Rumi laughs, her own stomach following suit, gurgling as if on cue, earning another laugh from both of you.

Your laughter dies back into a chuckle, Rumi turning in your hold to look at you with a small smile. “Do you want an omurice?”

You nod, mirroring her smile. You haven't had her omurice in so long.

She then presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rumi.”

Both of you end up making omurice for breakfast, and despite the fact that the eggs get slightly overcooked and you make a bit of a mess while rolling the omelette, your heart is lighter than it's been in months.

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theobservatory · 3 days ago

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｡⁠☆Brain Fog｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠

☆Clark x reader

☆Cw: no pronouns, no use of y/n, memory issues, dissociation(?), complete self projection from the author

Dating Clark is the easiest thing you have ever done. He's doting, attentive, kind, and gorgeous. For the first time in your life it seems you've landed a 10/10. Sure, we all have our flaws, but Clarks seem almost miniscule compared to people you've dated in the past. It feels good, maybe a little embarrassing, to be known and cared for like he does for you.

You try your best to return the favor whenever you can. That's the only hard part about your relationship. You don't think Clark's caught on, not that you're hiding your less than efficient brain from him, but you'd also rather not point it out.

Currently Clark is standing beside your desk. He's leaned against the wall in your home office/guest bedroom, chatting and watching you work. He knows you're only half paying attention, just wanting to be in your presence in whatever way possible at the moment.

You're not sure when you completely stopped hearing what he said. When his soft voice turned into muddled droning that you can't quite parse out. It must've been the same time your brain started feeling like lead, when the paper you've been typing started to become gibberish.

Clark notices the moment you stop typing. He's smiling at first, ready to steal your attention for the rest of the day, until he sees your face. His smile pulls into concern.

"You okay?"

"Yeah- sorry, I'm alright. Creative juices just stopped flowing I guess."

More like it was washed away in a river. Every time you try to read the words your brain becomes static, and anything you try to type falls through your fingers before it can reach the page. You glare at your computer screen.

"I need a break." You sigh.

"Good. It was getting lonely talking to myself over here."

You snort. "Shut up Clark."

You probably should've sat down and explained your memory problems to Clark in this moment, he gave you the perfect opening to do it. But no, you brushed it off like you always do, because it didn't seem like that big of a deal. A little brain fog is normal when you work a high stress job like you do.

Still, this didn't become apparent to you until around a week later, when Clark had stayed over.

It's not strange for you to wake up and not know where you are, even when you wake up in your own bedroom. You're so used to it you don't even bat an eye when you sit up dazed and confused. Clark, ever the attentive lover, does though. He notices immediately that something is off.

"Darlin'?"

You look at him cluelessly. You have no clue where you are, and you don't know who this man is. He seems awfully familiar with you, he is sleeping in bed with you, and he doesn't seem nefarious. You're sure you'd know if he was, even though in this moment you don't know anything.

"I don't know where I am." You say flatly.

You don't ask for help, because you don't need it. Nothing is familiar to you, but you feel like you know it anyway. Even Clark's large hand on your forehead only feels like a distant piece of a memory, even though he's right here.

"You feeling okay?"

You shrug, and slide out of bed. Clark follows on your heels like a herding dog.

It's not until you step out of your bedroom and into the rest of your apartment that everything rushes back. It's like a bulb in your brain ticks on, shedding light on all your memories. You also haven't forgotten that a very concerned Clark is hovering over your back as you stand in the middle of your living room.

"Darlin'?" He asks again.

"I'm okay." You groan, embarrassed. "Sorry that was a whole- thing. I don't know. Sorry for worrying you."

"Thing?"

So you start to talk. You explain how you lapse in memory pretty frequently. You explain how he saw it for the first time in your office last week. You explain how it seemed to pop up out of nowhere one day, and you've been dealing with it long enough that it doesn't stress you out anymore. It's just a part of your life now.

Clark is clearly not satisfied by your explanation.

"So you've never gone to the doctor for it, even once?"

"No. I don't know how to explain what I feel. It's not like it happens outside my own house very often, so I figured it's fine."

You don't mention the multiple times you've completely forgotten where your house is, as well as your address, and had to ask a friend for help. Bringing it up wouldn't be very indicative of your point.

Clark's jaw drops. "You don't even want to find out what's wrong?"

"It's not a big deal."

"N-Not a big deal? 'Not a big deal' she says."

"It really isn't. I'm managing it, just leave it alone, okay?"

He doesn't bring it up again, but his eyes trail you until he goes home. They're big and blue and sad. It makes you feel a little guilty, almost guilty enough to let him stay another night, but you feel like you've been scrutinized enough for a few days.

After this he somehow becomes even more aware of you. He seems to always notice when the fog slips in, even before you do. He treats you like normal, and explains things if you ask questions. It's nice. You even prefer this new arrangement over him ignoring it entirely.

One day, when he was back over at your apartment, really only staying for dinner, but half the time when he says that he ends up spending the night. You felt the fog come over your mind, sluggish and blurry. You were in the middle of cooking, which you should know, the stove is on, there's a pan in your hand, you can smell the food cooking, but you can't seem to figure out what you're doing.

Clark, as of sensing something wrong, is behind you in a second. His arms wrap around you from behind, and he rests his chin on your head. You can feel low vibrations of his chest as he talks.

"You doing okay?"

"I can't remember what I'm doing."

You know it's obvious. You know you should be able to connect the dots, but you're lost. It's like you can't even begin to figure out what you're looking at, despite standing in your own kitchen.

"That's okay." He kisses your cheek, and lifts you onto the counter. "I'll take it from here."

The pan is removed from your hands and you're content to watch your boyfriend shuffle around your kitchen. The longer you sit there, the more that comes back to you, but you're still content to just watch. Clark's doing a good job, he looks in his element, domestic. It's good. You feel good.

Normally after a lapse like that you'd be scrambling to salvage your burned pans, or trying to force your brain back on track. Now though, you feel safe enough to take it slow, to let yourself come back on your own. That's something you've never had before.

For a moment, you're stuck staring at your boyfriend. Your vision shortens to only focus on him. The way his back muscles move, his slightly wavy hair, his fingers gripping your pan. You feel so overtaken with adoration that it suffocates you.

"Clark?" You call.

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

His eyes flick away from the stove to focus on you. His pupils seem to swell, much larger and faster than any humans would- like a cat's eye. His whole face softens and his shoulders go slack with it, like the weight of the world has dropped off them.

"I love you too." He plants a kiss on your forehead, and turns back to the food, slightly more relaxed than before.

Hey guys, does anyone know what the fuck is wrong with me /hj. But like dead ass. One time I completely forgot where I was in my bathroom while I was washing my hands and for the life of me couldn't figure out why TF the sink water was running, despite my hands being covered in soap.

I have a burn on my arm from grabbing a pizza pan with oven mitts on, but mid action forgot how to hold the pan and just fucking held it and let it burn me and I couldn't figure out why my arm hurt.

Don't get me started with how hard writing can be for me. Dear. God. This is complete self projection, I need this man NOW.

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KISSING LESSONS┆Chance x GN! Reader

— After being given a romance novel from one of Chance’s family members, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to experience your first kiss. Your childhood best friend offers to teach you. Kissing your best friend has never hurt anyone, right?

C.W: Itrapped mentions. Also not proofread. Possibly out of character towards the end but I tried my best.

Word count: 3.5k

Note: I would've wrote more but lowkey I just wanted to get this out there plus I was running out of motivation (that's why the making out scene was scrapped... maybe another day),, this is self indulgent and also my first time writing a kiss scene so enjoy <3 Also how are we enjoying the new display?

Cool. Calm. Easygoing.

Spoiled. Cocky. Arrogant.

But nonetheless, a charming young robloxian who could smooth-talk his way out of quite a few things if he tried.

At least, that’s how people would describe Chance.

Growing up, you had always known Chance as this cocky, overconfident person who lived life for the thrill. Since birth, their every need was met immediately, given that they were born into an extremely rich family. Your parents had been good friends with his family, so it only made sense that you two would eventually become close. And after a long while of hanging out and constantly being around each other due to events and such, you two did actually become close.

His parents owned a casino that he was never allowed to gamble in, despite him showing clear interest in the games and how everything worked. And also the fact that he wasn’t allowed in. But when he finally turned the legal age, you were there to celebrate his first win. And ever since then, you discovered something new about him: he really didn’t know when to stop gambling.

As a child, you were, to put it bluntly, a shy and nervous person. You always have been. That was one of the things that set you and Chance apart. He was friendly and outgoing, while you leaned more towards the introverted side of things. But he didn’t mind that. Despite you being reserved and a little awkward, he somehow found ways to bring you out of your shell.

Honestly? He found it amusing every time you’d fiddle with your fingers, pick or bite at your nails, avoid eye contact, and your absolute refusal to talk first. But that wasn’t a problem for him. He’d take the lead in most of your conversations at the start, rambling on and on about nothing as you’d sit beside them on a park bench, your hands gripping the worn-out wood and your eyes trained on your shoes. But… It wasn't so bad. You enjoyed hanging out with Chance.They were your first real friend. Your only friend, aside from a select few. And being best friends meant doing best friend activities.

You’d force them to make friendship bracelets with you. Your bracelet had a letter C charm on it, while theirs had your initial. You’d have sleepovers at their house and hide in blanket forts you two would spend all day making, eyes on the screen of your laptop in front of you two and hands reaching for the bowl of popcorn in between the two of you. None of you said anything when your hands touched.

During your decades of friendship, he was with you during all of your highs and lows, all of your important milestones. He celebrated with you when you got your driver's license, celebrated with you when you finally graduated from university and were able to afford your own apartment (even taking you out to this ridiculously fancy restaurant that made you remember how much you missed foods that weren’t instant noodles and other disgusting abominations that would belong in a Uni struggle meal TikTok slideshow. He paid for it all despite your insistence, by the way). You were honestly quite grateful that your friendship lasted all the way to adulthood.

Your social anxiety never proved to be that much of a problem when you were around Chance. Of course it’s gotten better since childhood, but it was still present in your life. You could recall a few instances where Chance would take the lead in things you weren’t too comfortable with; such as talking to cashiers, politely telling waiters and waitresses that they made your food wrong if you weren’t happy with it, all you had to do was look at them the same way you always did when you got a little too overwhelmed and they wouldn’t hesitate to do the talking. You could also recall instances where he’d subtly encourage you to try talking on your own. Chance’s plan started with cashiers. flashing you a smile or giving you a thumbs up while he stood a safe distance away; far enough for you to be independent but close enough to swoop in if things got too much for you.

Of course, you had your fair share of quarrels, but you two normally managed to get over it with apologies from the both of you and promises to do better. That’s what you liked about your friendship; you’re always able to move past it. You’re always able to have the hard conversations.

You’ve talked to Chance about things you could never say to anybody else, and so did he. You couldn’t recall just how many times you two have slept on call together, with just the presence of each other being enough to soothe you. Needless to say, you were great friends. And that never changed.

Even when he introduced you to somebody he met at his Casino.

“He’s a really great guy,” he enthused. “You’ll love him!”

You had a bad feeling ever since you first met ITrapped. He was a tall Robloxian with long yellow hair that matched his skin that had a faint blue hue. His long hair looked shiny and soft - you had to hold yourself back from asking him about his routine - and was styled into a braid that hung on his right shoulder, and the bangs that framed his face were pushed messily to the sides. Atop his head sat an ice crown, and he wore blue earrings. His clothing consisted of a victorian-like fashion; a dark blue vest with a white dress shirt underneath, along with dark green pants. Over all of it was a dark blue cape lined in a thick layer of white fur.

Everything about him seemed stunning, yet calculated. But something seemed off about him. Something about him seemed too good to be true. Maybe it was how snobby he appeared; like he thought he was somehow superior to his peers and those around him. Or maybe it was that smile that never seemed to reach his eyes; those cold, blue eyes that seemed to stare into the darkest depths of your soul.

Regardless of the reasoning, he left a rather sour taste in your mouth. But you decided to be the bigger person and put your feelings aside rather fast after seeing Chance’s eyes dart between the two of you. They must’ve been waiting for one of you to break the silence; to introduce each other, shake hands, anything.

And so you two did. Not fully by choice, but rather the unwillingness to dishearten Chance. At least, that much was true to you.

From that day forward, iTrapped began to hang out with you two a lot more, and the tension between you and him began to get more noticeable. Not by Chance, though.

You didn’t fully understand why you felt this way for him - or really what you felt. Was this jealousy? Insecurity? No matter what this feeling was, you knew one thing for certain. You didn’t trust him, not one bit. You tried to tell yourself that you weren’t jealous; that Chance was allowed to be friends with anyone he wanted. He was allowed to date or hang out with anybody he pleased, it would just be ugly and possessive of you to argue with that. But no matter how hard or how much you attempted to argue with yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to ITrapped than what meets the eye. Part of your gut was telling you that your best friend was being taken advantage of, the other was screaming... something. ITrapped always knew just what to tell Chance, always knew how to sprinkle in passive aggressive remarks that you could tell left an impact on Chance. You even found yourself comforting Chance after a few of those incidents.

But they stayed. You didn’t know why. You didn’t know why even after everything, Chance still found it in their heart to forgive ITrapped; to open their arms once more and laugh with his other ‘best friend’ once more. You wished you had enough guts to bite back at ITrapped, but you had a gut feeling that Chance wouldn’t like that. But you also trusted Chance. He wasn’t stupid; he knows when people are trying to con them. So maybe you should trust them on this...

So you stayed silent. You wished you knew why.

Needless to say, you two didn’t like each other. One could even say you had a little bit of a rivalry between the two of you. Which is why you felt a tad bit guilty for feeling so relieved that he wouldn’t be hanging out with you two this time.

You two were in Chance’s room in silence, each of you doing their own thing. You were on their bed, huddled up in one of their spare blankets with an open book in your hands. It was a romance novel. Romance was never your favourite genre, much less your go-to, but one of Chance’s family members bought you it on your birthday and you didn’t have the heart to correct her. Why did she make such a purchase for you? She may or may not have overheard a conversation between you and Chance where you had admitted you liked to read, and she may or may not have practically cornered you in his kitchen later that day and asked you about it. It started innocently enough; novels or comics? What authors? Series or not?

That was until she reached the dreaded question, “What’s your favourite genre?” Fuck me, you thought to yourself. Not only was it totally nerve-wracking to talk to one of Chance’s family members alone in the kitchen late at night, but she was asking you about your interests. When’s the last time somebody ever asked you that?

So you may or may not have stuttered; may or may not have panicked a little bit. May or may not have said the first thing that came to your mind.

“Oh, uhm, uh... Romance.”

I’m going to kill myself.

She seemed to beam at that. She smiled ear to ear, nodding. She finally let you go, waving you off as you made your way to one of the guest rooms. You chalked the strange encounter up to her just trying to be nice and show interest in what you like. You know, with you practically already being part of the family. Thinking nothing else of the situation, you assumed that she’d forget about it and it wouldn’t be brought up ever again.

She’s been giving you those kinds of books ever since. At least you’re reading one of them now, you suppose. Better late than never. And this particular book was expensive...

You flipped the page silently, your focus solely on the novel and occasionally the tea that sat on a coaster on Chance’s nightstand. His bed was comfortable as you lay on your back, your eyes flickering between the words on the paper, their ceiling fan which also had a light, and Chance who was currently playing video games not too far away from you. You were, admittedly, a little tired; occasionally letting out quiet yawns and eventually grabbing your bookmark in the novel and closing it, putting the book back on the nightstand.

The room was dead silent, aside from the TV. The silence wasn’t awkward in the slightest; it never was. It was nice how you and Chance could just coexist in the same room - how there didn’t even need to be any talking between you two. Just your presence was enough for each other, and you really valued that.

But the silence had to break eventually. Chance soon set the controller down, standing up and walking towards the bed. The TV screen was still on, displaying the menu screen. The mattress sank on the other end for a few moments before Chance fully laid down, his shoulder accidentally brushing against yours. Your face heated up, a light blush spreading across your cheeks as they got comfortable beside you.

“So? Decided you had enough of reading?” They asked you, their tone low and gentle; it always got that way when you two were alone. You glanced at him and hummed in confirmation. “It’s good so far. A little irritating at times, but other scenes and some of the comedy bits make up for it.” You explained. They tilted their head slightly.

“Yeah? Irritating how?” Chance questioned, taking one headphone off of his ear. You shrugged, your focus on the ceiling as you tried to find the words. “The author keeps, like, adding scenes where you think the main character is going to kiss the love interest, but they never do. Ever. It’s kind of annoying, actually.” He nodded, staying silent and allowing for you to continue. “The first few times it happened, I could understand it. Most people love a good slow burn. But it- um... Gets to a point, you know? Like, I’m over halfway through this novel, the main character has so many other good love interests, and I’m honestly losing hope that they’ll ever kiss.”

They nodded, snickering. That got your attention, and you looked at him quizzically. “What’s so funny?” You asked, your brows furrowing in playful frustration. He grinned, lifting his hands in a defensive manner. “Nothing, nothing! You just... Don’t really strike me as the kind of person to read that kind of stuff.” “I wasn’t, until your lovely relative - bless her heart - practically forced an answer out of me when it came to what my favourite genre was.” You explained, cracking a smile. You yawned once again, your eyelids lowering just a bit.

“Tired, huh?” Chance asked. You nodded. They seemed to understand, and you two laid together in silence.

“...So, uh... Have you ever kissed anyone before?” That question was enough to catch Chance off guard. Their eyes darted to yours, and your gaze was locked on each other. He seemed genuinely surprised, and a little red in the face. Nonetheless, he coughed into his hand and broke eye contact, opting to look towards the TV instead. “Wow,” they eventually said. “That was forward. Where’d that come from?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just... curious, I guess.”

Chance stayed silent for a few moments, processing the question before eventually coming up with an answer. “...Maybe a few times, yeah. But it, uhm, wasn’t really anything serious. You know?” He confirmed.

“What about you? Have you ever kissed anyone?” They asked. Your mouth opened as if to say something, only for nothing to come out. You were silent for a few moments as you tried to come up with an excuse that did not make you sound like a total bitchless loser. But unfortunately, you found none. Looks like you have to bite the bullet.

“Mmm... No. I, uh, haven’t.” You sheepishly admitted, nervously taking your gaze off of him.

He looked genuinely surprised at that. “Wait, seriously? Never?” They asked. You shook your head once more.

“Never.”

“...Wow.” You playfully punched his upper arm, causing him to wince and rub at it. “Jerk.” You scoffed. Chance was quick to go red in the face, shaking his head in an effort to defend themself. “Ow-! No! I mean- I’m just surprised, that's all! I didn’t mean it like I was making fun of you. I’m not.” You knew they were telling the truth, but you couldn’t deny that you found the slightest bit of enjoyment watching them try not to fumble over their words while attempting to explain themself.

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “I know,” you assured him. “But still... What do you mean ‘surprised?’”

“You know. You’re just... really pretty. And thoughtful, and kind... it’s a miracle nobody’s tried yet.” He confessed. “If you’re up for it, I guess I could... teach you how.” their offer almost made you short circuit. You had a pretty good feeling that they were really nervous as well, judging by their hesitance to make eye contact with you. They seemed to notice your hesitance, as they were quick to add onto his sentence.

“Of course, we don't have to. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable, or pressure you into doing something you don’t want to. It’s just that... We’re best friends. It’s the least I can do for you. It’s totally cool if you, uh, don’t want to, though.” They assured you.

Wait, was he being serious?

...ITrapped wasn’t here to ruin the moment, and you weren’t sure if this opportunity would seek you out again, so why not?

Your heart raced as they leaned in, lips parting like a question - or most likely an invitation. An invitation to succumb to your deepest desires; to give into temptation and walk the thin line you’ve both been dancing on ever since you’ve started feeling that loving ache in your chest. Or maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was more complex than that. The closer he got to your face, the more his eyes closed. You didn’t even fully remember tilting your head ever so subtly, leaning into their addicting touch that sent a spark igniting in your warm chest.

“Do you want this? Are you sure?” They whispered, their eyes glancing at your lips as if trying to memorize them, and then back at your eyes. Those same eyes that they swore they could get lost in.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

And so they broke the distance, their lips brushed against yours ever so softly; like they wanted to savour every moment that they had with you. Your hand brushed against his, and it wasn’t long before your fingers interlocked. You could feel their hot breath against you, and you couldn't stop yourself from resting a hand on the back of his head, their soft hair between your fingers.

His lips felt soft and warm as they locked with yours, the lingering taste of those chocolate Pocky Sticks evident on his breath. Those were one of their favourite snacks.

It wasn’t rushed. It was passionate. He took his time with you, constantly checking in on you to make sure you were okay; that you were comfortable.

The room was silent, aside from the noises that came from you two every time one of you even slightly pulled away, only to go right back to where you left off. It was... peaceful. Passionate. Nerve-wracking.

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing; with your hands, with your breathing. But it wasn’t long before Chance gently grabbed your free hand, giving it a subtle yet reassuring squeeze. Then he whispered something to you under his breath.

“It’s okay, relax. You’re doing fine. Just follow my lead, okay?”

Even just the touch of his hands made you feel like you were going to short-circuit. You wanted to open your eyes. You wanted to bear witness to Chance; you wanted to see him at his most vulnerable. Sure, you’d seen him cry many times, but this just felt like pure intimacy. The kind of intimacy you were only capable of dreaming of prior to this.

Every move, every touch, every breath filled you with euphoria. They were so gentle with you; as if one wrong move would leave you broken or shattered. Their hands travelled to different spots of you, and your hands did the same. Every touch and every whisper sent waves of shock throughout your body.

Though every good moment must end eventually.

When they pulled away at last, their cheeks were a dark - yet beautiful- shade of red. “...Oh weasel diesel.” Their breaths came in rushed and heavy, staring at you as if you were a divine being blessing them with this opportunity. Truthfully, it should’ve been the other way around. But could you really blame them when they love you so much?

Though admittedly, you weren’t any better. Your heart felt like it was beating a thousand miles a minute, your face felt like it was going to melt off, and you hid your face in your hands. This earned a smile from Chance, and a light chuckle soon afterwards.

“You did... good. That was good.” He praised. “And for your first time, too. Quick learner when faced with a professional, huh?” He joked. You rolled your eyes at him. It felt like his lips were still there - or maybe that was just you trying to not let go of the feeling. It was really hard to tell. “Yeah, a ‘professional.’” You teased. “You know, since you’re so confident, why don’t you teach me some more? You know, since you’re so experienced.”

Holy fuck what possessed you to say that?

Was it years of their arrogance rubbing off on you? Years of them helping you grow bolder and less ashamed of every word you said? Or maybe it was your longing for more - the inappropriate yet thrilling intimacy being shared between you two?

...Yeah, that seemed right.

His eyes widened, and for once they almost seemed to be at a loss for words. Ironic, really, considering how he’d always act. But he was kind of cute like this, was he not?

“Oh! Uh.. Yeah, sure. Definitely. If you want to” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Glorious (inside joke) image by Batterizzz on TikTok

#forsaken x reader #chance x reader #forsaken chance x reader #oneshots #romantic #i have never wrote kissing before please help me #anyways time to go on break #not proofread

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