#Writing may be a struggle most of the time but...I think I really do wanna try and write this damn thing?

[fictioninmyblood]

Mine Now

Part 2

Summary: Terry and Y/N have become good friends over the last few years. Whenever he was in town long enough to enjoy his apartment he made a point to spend some time with his favorite ballbuster. The last few times he’s stayed in town long enough to notice some changes in her and after several weird early exits he decides to follow her and finds out she’s homeless and sleeping in the woods. He’s both elated that she remembered enough of what he taught her to make her situation work and pissed she didn’t come to him for help. Having been more introspective about their relationship lately anyway he decides that now is the opportune time to trap her ass in a relationship he knows they both want and need.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, eventual smut, this man is haunting my dreams still and I wanna write all the things.

A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

“Is this why you had me show you how to set up a proper camp last year?”

Y/N had been staring out the window holding her breath in anticipation of whatever would come out of Terry’s mouth next. A question that displayed how deep his thinking had gotten about her situation was not what she was expecting. She didn’t have any well worded omissions prepared so she had to go with half truths and hope he didn’t piece it all together. At his next question she became certain that her method of getting through this awkward encounter may not be the next option. Somehow this infuriatingly observant man had pieced together far more about what was going on with her without any explanation from her. Usually she loved this quality about him as it helped him to pick up on things like her favorite weird combinations to eat, the fact she preferred to eat out of bowl rather than plates, and other little things that most people didn’t notice or forgot about as soon as she told them. Someone must’ve told him something in order for him to piece together enough to be this upset.

Terry was doing everything possible not to take his anger out on Y/N, but the more he thought about the timeline of this past year and the brief conversation he had with the tenant now living in her home, the more his blood boiled. “Had you been preparing to do this bullshit for that long?”

Y/N stayed quiet, waiting for his next question, hoping that she would be able to discern exactly how much he had figured out. He only let her get away with that for a few seconds before he was demanding more information from her again.

“Answer me,” Terry demanded as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel to let off some of the steam practically fleeing from his ears, “Did you even really want to get over your fear of bugs?”

He chanced a look over at her and took in the myriad of emotions fleeting across her face, giving him all the answers he needed. Y/N’s mouth flopped like a fish as she struggled to get any word or sound out. As usual Terry saw through her and was able to piece together the whole truth from the little slivers she’d given him.

In a timid voice she barely could believe was coming from her she said, “I did and I have been.”

“But that’s not the only reason, was it? Was it?”

Terry’s voice increasingly rose as he kept up his line of questioning, unable to keep the anger at her situation from showing. “What could’ve been so bad that you couldn’t just tell me what was going on? Why didn’t you just tell me why you needed to get over your aversion to camping? Why make me think I was just helping you prepare to heal when you were preparing to be homeless?”

She just kept staring at him, tears welling while she was unable to get her brain and mouth to work the way she needed to come up with a half truth that would keep him from trying to swoop in as her saviour. This was exactly what she was trying to avoid, being a damsel in distress around him. Her favorite thing to say was ‘I may be a damsel and I am regularly in distress, but I’ll be damned if I’m ever a damsel in distress!’ and she said it often around him. Because of this mindset she’d convinced herself that even though he’d always responded to her antics with a ‘Well if you need to be then I’ll be your knight.’ that she couldn’t ever be seen by him as needing help. Having to be a strong independent woman that everybody could count on though she couldn’t count on anybody was her default and no matter how much he made her want to abandon that post she didn’t have the faintest clue of how. Lost in her self-grown shame of needing to put her pride to the side, she forgot about the slew of questions Terry was waiting to have answered.

“Answer me!” he yelled, the full force of his voice going through her like a sonic boom.

She jumped at that. Terry immediately regretted it as he watched her fold in on herself, going back to looking out the window instead of directly at him and sniffling to fight back the tears that were winning.

Grateful to finally be at their first destination, Terry swiftly pulled into a parking space at the back of the lot of her favorite restaurant. He took off his seatbelt and turned to her, softening his voice as he said, “I’m sorry I yelled Y/N/N, but I don't know what to think and I feel overwhelmed by this anxiety that you don’t really trust me. I need to know that you know that you can. Please little mama. Talk to me. Tell me how you got here. Tell me why you didn’t ask for help when you know I would drop everything to make sure you’re good.” His voice broke with his last statement, overwhelmed by the chasm that occupied his chest since the night before.

Y/N was silently crying by the time he got to the end of his speech. A sob escaped her when she turned her tear streaked face to him and all he did was cup her cheeks and swipe at each of them. “I-” she started, but didn’t know what to say. Never in a million years did she believe this beautiful man could really care for her wellbeing this much. Sure she hoped and wished and prayed that a man just like Terry would become enamored with her and whisk her away to a dream future where she got to be soft, got to rely on someone else for a change, got to build a future full of unconditional love, but reality taught her that that’s all it would be. Hopes, dreams, and prayers. Unanswered and unfulfilled. She wasn’t prepared for this. She wasn’t prepared for him to want to be the man of her dreams.

“Y/N? Kitten? Please, you know how much it hurts me to see you cry.”

That just made her cry more, unable to stop the floodgates from releasing the years of struggle and strife she'd been through to try and avoid being where she ended up anyway. She was exhausted and it was mostly from putting on a good front so that others wouldn’t be impacted by the pressure she’d been under and the emotional turmoil that brought. Unable to take in her distraught state for much longer, Terry hopped out and quickly came around to her side so that he could open the backseat door and scoop Y/N into his arms. He climbed into the backseat, positioning Y/N onto his lap as much as possible, holding her and letting her cry on his shoulder as long as she needed.

“Okay mamas, let it out,” he said as he stroked her back, rubbing soothing circles as she let out the emotions she’d been holding at bay for who knows how long, “I got you now.”

It was a long while before her sobs had quieted to mere whimpers and Terry’s gaping heart was practically a crater by the time she started to calm down. He let her take her time to get herself and words together, choosing silence over more questioning. Whatever entitlement he felt had to be put aside so that she could reveal what she needed to and not just what he wanted from her.

“I’m sorry Terry,” Y/N finally croaked out.

“No no no mamas. Don’t you dare apologize to me,” Terry said as he made her lift her tear streaked face to meet his gaze again. “If anybody should be sorry, it should be me. I shouldn’t have been demanding answers like that and whatever you feel comfortable telling me is fine. Okay?”

She nodded her head and looked away as she said, “I just figured it was best not to ask for help so that I could keep our relationship. I didn’t wanna lose you like I’ve lost so many people these last few years as things have steadily gotten worse for me.”

“Why?”

“Being able to hang out with you and just be myself has been a haven. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you rejected our friendship because I needed more than just fun times with you. It’s one thing to say you’ll do anything to make sure I’m okay, a whole other to actually show up to fill that expectation.”

Terry’s face scrunched up with a mix of frustration, anger, and sorrow at the thought that the village she thought she had, had chosen to abandon Y/N in her time of need. How could people he knew for a fact steadily called on her for assistance turn their backs so easily? It made him even more upset to realize that because of this she had chosen to work her way through the rest of this difficult part of her life to avoid losing anymore people she called ‘friend’.

“Well now that you know that you’re not going to lose me, that I am going to stick around through these tough times to help you get to better ones, talk to me. Tell me what I can do.”

Y/N swiped away the remaining evidence of her breakdown and laughed humorlessly. “You’re already doing it, just by being you.”

It was at that moment that she finally took in their position, wiggling to try and scooch out of it. As reluctant as he’d been to, Terry let her move out of his grasp. The fire that overtook her body at being aware of how close she was to all of him as well as the feel of being in his hold, on those strong thighs and in those matching arms had her brain going to the depraved part. Needing to focus on anything other than where she wanted to end up with him, Y/N finally took in their surroundings, realizing that he’d brought them to her favorite restaurant.

“Can we talk more about this later? I’m hungry now.”

“Sure baby girl.”

Y/N tried to reach for her wallet after they got out, but Terry locked the car before she could open the passenger door making it very clear that he was not going to allow her to pay for anything. He held out his hand for her and trusting the moment, she grabbed it, allowing him to lead them into the building.

[whysamwhy123]

You ever have those periods where you're struggling to write much, and you're really questioning why you even bother with this in the first place, and you look at your main WIP and you're just like what is the point? Nobody wants to read this anyway so why are you wasting your time with this nonsense when you could be doing literally anything else?

And then, out of nowhere, you get a comment on said fic, despite it being months after it was posted, despite it being a ridiculously rare-rarepair, despite one half of the pairing not being on TV anymore, and it's a self-indulgent AU that you figured wouldn't appeal to most folks in the slightest, and then you realise that it's gotten a few more hits lately too and the comment is really nice and actually, this fic has more comments on it than a lot of your other stuff, and all of sudden, it's like...shit, maybe you should keep doing this?? Maybe you should just write the damn thing (when you can) and just have fun with it and who cares about the rest?

[inside-lees-mind]

Is multiple characters(separate) allowed? I was thinking a NSFW with a reader that gets flustered easily for Gen, Senku, and Ukyo!

Hi! Yes, multiple characters is allowed! Also, sorry, I only half assed listened to the request because Senku's felt so much more natural to write sfw.

WARNINGS: NSFW (only in Gen and Ukyo's)

Gen Asagiri

Once this man notices that you easily get flustered, he is wielding that knowledge like a weapon.

He'd be good with his words to be able to fluster you without even having to resort to close proximity.

Just silly compliments can fluster you, so soon he's taking it a step closer.

He likes to say things that take you a second to comprehend the meaning of. He'll tell you something that could mean 2 things, one more innocent, one not so much, in passing. By the time you realize, he's not even in the room anymore.

You're usually super embarrassed, but he just finds it cute and endearing.

The times that he stays after flustering you with a suggestive comment, he'll wait until you get it, then use close proximity to fluster you next.

He goes from verbally teasing you, to tilting your chin up with his pointer finger. He'll get so close you can feel his breath on your face, and from here, these interactions could go one of two ways: he may say you have something on your face, dust it off, and walk away as if he's done nothing, or the latter would be he FINALLY kisses you.

Definitely the type to tease you by pushing your legs apart with his knee, keeping it there. Don't question me on that.

Most likely character to tease you in public, but refuse to do the real thing. That's a private matter, he's just sneaky enough to tease you.

Praise or degrading in bed, whatever you'd prefer, he's using it to tease you. The blush on your face spreads down your body and that drives him crazy (or the heat if the blush wouldn't be visible)

"use your words" makes you say things you don't really wanna say out loud even if he understands what you mean.

(this man can make you cum without touching you and nobody can convince me otherwise. I don't accept critique.)

Senku Ishigami

Accidentally flusters you half of the time.

He thinks nothing of getting right in your face for something or touching you to measure you or something like that. He's unbothered because he's simply not worried about that right now.

And honestly, most of the time he won't bother to go out of his way to fluster you.

Eventually he'd realize from time to time

Like the time he pulled you out to stargaze with him.

Sure, he'd intended for it to be a date of sorts, but he doesn't really swoon at the idea of how romantic it is. He enjoys stargazing and space and all that, and its time he could be spending with you so why not just combine the things he loves into one activity?

You, on the other hand, were super nervous to speak or anything. The still of the night made it romantic, but also terrifying. It's just you, him, and the moon and stars.

He's probably talking your ear off about space and what you're looking at, not that you mind, but eventually he turns onto his side to fully face you.

You get super flustered, and for once he can't help but notice and honestly, now that he's thinking about it, you make him little nervous.

He feels that it's illogical to feel like some giddy, hopelessly in love teenager when he looks at you, but he can't help it.

Now he's just as flustered.

He struggles with initiating physical contact, but he's direct with it. He'll scoot closer and kiss you.

Then you'll both just stare in silence, occasionally opening your mouths to say something and getting nothing out.

He'd take your hand and let you both fall into a comfortable silence where you both almost drift off in each other's company.

Ukyo Saionji

It's easy to forget this man was pretty cocky.

I think at first in a relationship, he'd just be sweet and very humble, but now you've been with him for quite sometime and he won't let you forget how much he turns you on.

He's soft whispers and gentle touches to send your mind in a spiral right into the gutter and your stomach to a butterfly farm.

His favorite thing would be a back hug where he breathes in your scent and whispers against the shell of your ear, his hands running up your hips, gradually rising higher with each pass as he begins to move under your shirt.

He knows the power he has over you, but he's going to drive you crazy with whispered sweet nothings and gentle gestures.

He's an honest flirt, and that naturally flusters you. He's aware of that.

Eventually, the gentle touches get a bit more obvious and brass.

Those hands on your hips would pull you back against him.

Flusters you by insisting you be vocal in bed and then moaning about how pretty your noises are.

You'll never meet a man more in love with you. He'll fluster you by never letting you forget this.

He praises every part of your body, every noise you make, anything really.

Not related, but Ukyo would send you love letters if he had to go away on a trip and you couldn't go (pretend that's possible in the New Stone Age)

[hhrtfelt]

I’m just a girl (PT.2) - 💐

awkward/lover boy travis x oblivious reader

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➺ ✿ ̣̣͙ a/n :: …so it’s about 3 days later and part 2 is jsut now coming out. IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORYYYYYYYYYY im writing this as we speak bc someone called it cute and now im determined to not make this shitty (the ending is RUSHED.) აㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀⠀rules ⠀⠀masterlist ⠀⠀part 1

“huh..? but- i swear-“ you said, cutting urself off as u let out a defeated sigh, attempting to refocus on the lecture.

he, on the other hand was struggling to keep it together, on the inside he was petrified that you noticed him, losing track of the lesson and his notes looking completely empty compared to yours. he would take ganders at you, admiring at your focus after he gave up on re-finding his, eventually coming out and staring into space.

luckily, the both of you had study hall together, which no studying would actually take place in there. he planned in his head he was gonna at-least attempt to talk to you about his feelings, but he was still scared shitless.

while walking beside you towards the study hall, he was extremely nervous, letting out fast answers and nods when you would try to talk to him in the hallway.

“did you finish the chem assignment? i didn’t finish it and i dont really feel like actually doing it.” you said in a teasing manner as u looked at him, he looks like he was sort of speed walking and a bit stressed.

“yeah. i did. you can copy off of it.” he said quickly as he nodded, walking towards the study hall door and nervously opening it first for you, walking in behind u as his fast was completely flushed while walking behind you, trusting you to find a good table, you always did.

when you finally found a table, it was the signature one you two usually sat at if nobody was there, it was near the back, and covered with some bookshelves, isolating it from the rest of the room. the two of you sat down together and he looked like he sort of calmed down, but not as much as he still looked a bit nervous.

he didn’t even think his plan completely through, how would he even say that he’s in love with you? and has been for like.. 6 years? god.. all of this is so stupid. he hates that he feels this way. he’s almost positive you don’t feel the same well and it makes him wanna just face-plant into a bed full of thumbtacks and let his body rot there for life.

sure— he may be sort of overreacting, but how couldn’t he? he didn’t know if u had a different type or a type at all, were dating someone else, if you wouldn’t take him seriously, or had your eye on someone else. you were never as vocal with those things as the other girls he knew were.

most of the time you wouldn’t take him serious, even when he was dead flirting with you- but just his way of subtly flirting.

he distracted himself from his thoughts as he looked behind him, grabbing his folder out of his bag and pulling out of the chem homework you needed to copy, sliding it over to you.

“thanks travis.” you said, giving him a teeth smile as u began to copy down his work. he was still conspiring in his head how he was gonna talk to you.

he was just looking at you when he finally decided to just wing it and say something, just to get it over with.

he said your name, trying to catch ur attention since you were writing.

“yes?” you responded, ur pencil now still on the table, looking at travis.

when you made eye contact with him, he practically crushed inside, he felt his hands getting slightly sweaty as he took a deep breath.

“you know.. you’ve never like.. talked about ur love life in the past 6 years.. im just curious.” he said, his thought process was that he was going to ask if you had a crush on anyone and if you said no, he knew he was screwed but he needed to get this off his chest.

“what do you wanna know?”

“anything.” he replied, he knew it sounded stupid but he was just rushing to get his words out.

“well i mean… i have my eye on someone but i just don’t really think it’ll last.” you said, giving him a slight look of confusion and a shrug.

he let out a shaky sigh as he tapped his hand on the desk suddenly closing his eyes and taking one more deep breath.

“[name]ivelikedyousincethe5thgradeandicantkeepitinanymoreiloveyouandifyoudontfeelthesamewayiunderstand.” he spoke quickly, opening his eye to your reaction, he saw that your eyes widened as you just froze.

“wha-what?” you said, your mouth agape as it closed to a slight smile

“travis… i kinda like you to.”

he completely froze when you said this, his face going flushed as he slightly shook himself trying to go back to his cool demeanor.

“oh. ok. cool.”

“so… um.. are we a thing now?”

“i guess so.”

The end . . . 💐

[honeytonedhottie]

what i learned during my reflection period⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧖🏽‍♀️🎀

as you may or may not have noticed, i've been hiatus for most of the month now. and i disappeared because of personal reasons, and one of those reasons being that i felt i needed to reflect. here are some things that i've learned and realized during my reflection time.

this is quite personal to me, but i wanted to kind of have a heart to heart with you guys and im sure that someone is probably struggling with what i mention in this post so i hope this is comforting...💬🎀

WHY I FELT STUCK IN MY LOA JOURNEY ;

i was literally doing the most and it felt like such a chore at the time. i would force myself to affirm in ways that felt unnatural, i was letting myself get bullied by the 3D, even though i KNOW i dont have to do a thing. i was putting way too much effort in the wrong way.

WHAT'D I DO ABOUT IT ;

i took a step back and RELAXED. i did what felt natural again and enjoyed manifesting again and because of that i've had success story after success story...💬🎀

DOING A SELF AUDIT ;

i wanted to take a second and expose toxic behaviors and patterns that i noticed i exhibit and that have started to affect not only my physical but my mental in a very very negative way.

i'd been struggling with regulating my emotions and managing them so i was a walking ball of stress 💀. a beautiful ball of stress but stress nonetheless. i just felt so stuck.

WHAT'D I DO ABOUT IT ;

i went through the motions and after having a total meltdown and doing a bit of journalling i released everything, giving myself a completely clean slate once more.

i did a bit of a refresh and did miscellaneous things to make myself feel like im starting again. things like self concept work, changing the theme of my phone, taking an everything shower + bubble bath, having a pinterest makeover and getting a trim on my hair.

i forced myself to drink more water, and go for long walks not only to get some sunlight but to get my heart pumping and push myself out of the depressive rot that i had been in for months internally, but had pushed itself out as soon as summer started.

THE DEATH OF A SITUATIONSHIP ;

i got really attached to this boy 😭 but he was such a piece of work. like he did that hot and cold shit, but i rly rly liked him so i ignored the obvious red flags. but i got to a point where i just felt used and embarrassed. upon further reflection i think i didn't wanna let him go because he was so fine 💀, like 6'5 muscular kind of fine.

no matter how handsome a guy is if he has an ugly personality or if he just treats u badly then hes not fine at all...💬🎀

WHAT'D I DO ABOUT IT ;

i went no contact. thats like the easiest way to get over someone i think lol. i went no contact and i just manifested better things for myself. like being asked out by a bunch of guys and wingstop to comfort myself 🧋

also i focused on what i got out of the whole thing. i got the redirection that i wanted, PLUS i was filled with inspiration for my song writing.

SONG RECOMMENDATIONS ;

i want war (BUT I NEED PEACE) - kali uchis

eternal sunshine - jhene aiko

let you go - clara la san

needy - ariana grande

AT THE END OF THE DAY ;

i wanted to include this section as a reminder that everyone goes through shit. things happen. its okay to be affected by it and its okay to be sad. the most important thing is to not dwell on it too long. remember that you are not a victim and remember how amazing you are BECAUSE YOU ARE. you are amazing and no matter what happens, regardless of anything your gonna be okay and your gonna be in a much better place, it starts with putting one foot in front of the other...💬🎀 (love honey)

[genericpuff]

Do you have any tips for navigating ADHD? I don’t really know anything about it and was wondering if you possibly know any coping (?) skills for it ;-;

(I know I shouldn’t ask tumblr but might as well give it a shot)

Ouu IDK how much help I can offer because I am still VERY bad at navigating my ADHD some (most) days, but ! I'll do my best to list out some tips that have helped me, all of which you can implement with or without meds (though medication can absolutely make it easier to implement these tips, medication unfortunately isn't available to everyone , and those who are medicated can undoubtedly attest that they're unfortunately not a miracle fix-all drug, you still gotta do a lot of the work yourself sigh)

Put your phone further away from your bed so that in the morning you'll have to physically get out of bed to turn off your alarm (and at night you won't doomscroll before bed!) You do still have to force yourself to stay out of bed, but having some kind of morning routine can help you do that (putting on your slippers, making coffee, brushing your teeth, washing your face, etc etc.)

Break tasks down into smaller steps! So if you have a chore like "do the dishes", break it down into steps like "clean bowls" "clean spoons" etc. This will help it feel more manageable by allowing you to focus on individual aspects of the chore, more achievable because each step is a lot smaller, and more rewarding because you can identify progress in smaller, more tangible amounts.

If you struggle with hydrating, get some sugar-free fruit flavor packs for water. Turning water into sugar-free juice doesn't make it any less water! (and this logic can be applied to other food aversions - need to eat vegetables but hate eating them? Melt cheese on top of them or mix 'em into something you like! The nutrition is still there even if you have to disguise 'em.

Head full of tangled up thoughts? Write them down wherever you can. Can be in paragraph form, lists, etc. and it doesn't matter if you're writing in a physical journal or just in a Notepad file. The act of writing your thoughts down can help them feel less overwhelming and trapped inside your own head.

Don't put it down, put it away.

Just because you start a task doesn't mean you have to finish it all at once. Dishes piling up in the sink? Laundry needs to be done? Pick one thing you can do to progress that task and focus on that one thing, like cleaning a single cup or putting your socks in the hamper. Often times this can even trick your brain into motivating itself to complete the chore, because you've already started it so you may as well finish it. And if you can't, well, you still made more progress than not starting it at all!

When you get home, keep your shoes on if you can (or if you don't wanna track dirt and mud inside, switch to a pair of shoes that are clean). I find getting necessary chores done is easier when you're still dressed, get into your comfy clothes *after* they're finished.

Pick the path of least resistance, not the path you think will "overcome" your ADHD in ways you think will be acceptable to others. It's a disorder, you can't force your brain to operate like how you think a neurotypical person's brain works. If something isn't working for you, then find ways to achieve the goal in ways that will, even if it seems "silly". For me this looks like doing as many dishes as I can before my dinner is finished cooking (because I need clean dishes to eat anyways and I need *something* to pass the time while I wait lmao), or using Spongebob toothpaste because it tastes better than Colgate (I hate mint, bleh), or streaming when I need to get work done because it'll force me to focus for an audience. The goal is still achieved, even if it's not the way a neurotypical person might do it.

Be wary of apps and products that promise to "fix your ADHD". These are grandiose promises that can't actually achieve such a thing, as ADHD is a complex disorder that affects people in many different ways and is, again, a disorder. That said, there are apps that can be very helpful, but don't explicitly market themselves as fix-all's to ADHD. The apps I like to use most for managing my tasks and scattered thoughts are Obsidian, ToDoIst, Pomofocus, and Finch. Other than those, I just use Google Calendar for my scheduling because it can be integrated with other apps (and I can use it from both my desktop and phone), and if I'm away from my phone, I'll just scribble things onto note paper or whatever's accessible (like receipt paper when I'm at work lmao)

Be patient and kind with yourself. If being hard on yourself was the solution, it would have worked by now. Seriously, this one's hard to remember because a lot of people with ADHD (myself included) often feel a lot of shame towards themselves for not being able to "just do the thing", but ADHD is an executive functioning disorder, as well as a dopamine regulation disorder. Just like how you wouldn't shame someone in a wheelchair for not being able to use stairs, you shouldn't shame yourself for not being able to do things the "conventional" way, especially when those conventions were created by neurotypicals who don't live with the same hurdles we do. Celebrate all the small wins you can, forgive yourself when you fail, and look for any accommodations where you can find them, even if those accommodations are non-conforming.

Have a body double. This can be someone who's physically near you or even just an accountability buddy who you chat with and share progress with online. For example, Banshriek is not just my assistant, but someone who subconsciously helps keep me at least somewhat on track with Rekindled (even when I'm late on updates, I do still fail at keeping on track lmao) because now I have another person on the project who's both helping me finish new episodes but also wants to progress the story and release new episodes to y'all just as much as I do!

Set up blocks of time for specific things. When you wake up, open a Notepad file or even just write down on a scrap piece of paper what you wanna get done that day, and give it specific times to do those things. Oftentimes creating a list of just vague things to accomplish can do more harm than good, because it just winds up weighing down on us and we don't have any sort of realistic roadmap or sense of how long these tasks should take (and that can result in creating unrealistic expectations to build Rome in a day lmao). Adding in timeframes for each task helps you rationalize how much time you actually have to spend in a day, and prevents you from spending too much time on any one thing if you're at risk of doing so. For example, if I lay out my own day, I might write out something like "1 PM - 4 PM: Tattoo appointment" "5 PM - 6:30 PM: Dinner" "7 PM - 10 PM: Rekindled Page 2 flats" "11 PM - 12:30 AM: Video game break" "1 AM - 2:30 AM: Rekindled Page 2 flats and/or shading", etc. I keep the timeframes wide enough to allow for some overflow in case I underestimate how much time I really needed (but also, this means sometimes I overestimate it too, which gives me more time in the day to progress on to the next thing by getting the task done sooner than I expected!)

I have no miracle tips for this because it's still my biggest problem BUT - get more sleep. Seriously. I know our time blindness compels us to stay awake as long as we can to finish all the things we put off throughout the day, and because going to bed means "tomorrow" will happen and we'll have to go through all those unbearable routines to "get our day started" and all that junk, but for the love of god, get more sleep. You don't have to suddenly go to bed at 8 PM like some kind of old person, but try and go to bed even just a half hour earlier for the next few days. And then when you get used to that, go to bed a half hour earlier than that. Small changes create bigger and more consistent results. I know you really want to stay up to do whatever it is you're doing, but you and I both know that 5 hours of sleep each night isn't sustainable and it's not making you feel good because it's just creating that negative feedback loop of wishing you had gone to bed earlier and wishing you had gotten out of bed earlier and wishing you weren't so lethargic all the time and wishing you could have your mornings and afternoons back. Even medication doesn't magically fix this problem, you really do just gotta try and go to bed a little bit earlier, one night at a time.

Not a tip but a resource, How to ADHD is one of my favorite ADHD-related Youtube channels of all time, they do a great job at analyzing the unique struggles of ADHD and offering unique and ADHD-tailored solutions, like getting past the Wall of Awful or tackling the ADHD Tax.

Phew, that was a lot of tips! But I hope they help you or anyone else reading this. Ultimately how I navigate my life and symptoms are gonna vary from how you navigate yours, and I know that a LOT of these tips sound like the same tired bullshit a lot of neurotypicals tell us, but the reason why it's tired bullshit is because NT's tell us to do these things as if they're common sense and easy, but they're not for someone with ADHD. They are still helpful and in some cases necessary, but it's about learning how to approach them with an ADHD brain rather than trying to conform to them from the point of view of a neurotypical. It's not as easy as "just drink more water" and "get more sleep", but we can create our own ways of achieving these goals, whether it's adding raspberry flavor to our water or saving our favorite non-electronic hobbies (like knitting, playing instruments, etc.) for wind-down time before bed.

Sooo yeah! I hope that helps! It's currently 12:30 AM here so I'm gonna go work on Rekindled for another hour and a half or so, and then wind down for bed with some gaming uwu (I'm gonna try to get to bed by 4:00 AM tonight, I promise! I said it out loud here so now I'll do it for real >:0)

[floppnopikka]

୨⎯”STANLEY PINES DATING HEADCANONS”⎯୧

He would call you nicknames like 'sweet cheeks' 'sugar pie' 'honey crackers' 'hot stuff'

When you ever feel like you're in your lowest moments this man doesn't know what to do to comfort you BUT he will try his very best to cheer you up. In the Book of Bill, his life has been in his lowest moments and there was no one to comfort him except for his mom, Jimmy Snakes (probably) and Stanford. Taking you to dinner (his treat ofc but only because he hates seeing you all depressed) go fishing and getting a free souvenir from his Mystery Shack.

This man is STRONG, never doubt his strength, he can punch, kick, and punch again. All his fats are his muscles so if you ever have anything heavy to carry just let him do it or if you got a sprained ankle because of your clumsiness, expect this man to insult you first before carrying you like you weigh nothing, ok he might struggle BUT JUST FOR A LITTLE BIT.

Needs constant reassurance, this man has always been looked down and stepped on in his whole life only for himself to stand up again without anyone's help. If you happen to get in a relationship with him, he will ask and look at you for support and words for him to keep going. He can get a bit dependent on you but not always, he knows how to stand up for himself after decades of insults from others and your praise may seem skeptical for him but knew better than to trust your words.

This man cannot read without his glasses, if you see him without his glasses and he's trying to read something on his news paper or watching TV, you can see him squinting his eyes in a verge of closing them.

If someone harasses you or talks bad about you, this man will definitely talk shit to someone and punch them so hard they will end up in the hospital.

He's prideful and won't back down to any teasing you call him (in a playful manner) but when it's serious moments, he'll have a hard time expressing his feelings because it always turns to anger or walking out but when he does something wrong, it'll take him a few minutes to apologize because he was never one to apologize or people would just ignore his apology.

Stanley isn't a fan of those cheesy romantic things like, giving flowers, chocolates, writing poems and stuff like that. Unless it's valentine's day or your birthday, he'll ask Mabel and Dipper for help on how to greet you, set you up with him. Just because he's not that type of man doesn't mean he's not showing his love and affection for you.

When you're not around, he would fr brag you to anyone 'Have you seen Y/N? well, bad luck for you buddy, you literally missed a sight for sore eyes. Which happens to be my significant other!' and then he would laugh at the child or 'Look here buddy, Y/N is someone who's very passionate on anything they do, I mean look at them! don't you feel the raging flames of passion they're putting there?' he pointed the direction where you stood and then it's just you arguing with a karen in the grocery store while he grins lazily as he sips his soda 'Yup, very passionate'

When you two got into an argument and didn't end well, he would stay up all night thinking about it, tossing and turning on the bed with a groan. He will apologize but it's messy because he doesn't know how or it's too hard for him to do say it. "Look, I made a mistake and I... I know what I did was wrong and I just wanna say..." long pause "...m'sorry..." in the most quiet yet audible apology you'll ever hear but if that didn't budge you he'll try even more "Ok! ok! I really... am! I'm sorry, ok? what I did to you was wrong, I'll give you space if you need it and... I'm sorry, again, really" but you can't stay mad at him for long so you forgive him in an instant.

Overall, a patient and understanding partner is what he needs perhaps someone who has the same ego as him would be fun, an adventurous partner would be his cup of coffee since he is the most wanted criminal in America, you two would be partners in crime >:)

A/N: hope y'all like it, might be ooc of Stanley Pines

[study-diaries]

Tips To Study Concept-Oriented Subjects

I've always struggled with this. Everything is concept oriented but there are only a few that come to mind when i think about this topic. Maths. Physics. Chemistry. Economics. Accountancy. These honestly eat our heads so here are a few tips of how i study them.

Practice everyday

These subjects require practice. Most of these require a deep understanding of topics, so that's why practice it daily. Every single day.

Basic Concepts Are Your Weapons

The basic foundation must be strong because that's how you build your pillars. Understand the ground so you can build your pillars on it. You should have the foundations like the back of your hands.

Maintain a notebook for formulae and theory

Keep a separate book for all basic concepts, another book for formulae and another book for your notes. When you have to revise, you have all the materials and they're organised.

Maintain a separate notebook for concepts

The main concepts are everything in these subjects. If you get your foundations strong then viola, you're all done. Maintain one book that is fully concept based. Everything that is related to the foundations are supposed to be in that book.

Past question papers

Past Question Papers = Grade Booster. The thing about past papers is that they're literally indicators of how you exam would be. They tell you crucial elements of your whole syllabus. Important chapters, topics and repeated questions. You practice papers and you can automatically see how beneficial they really are. If you want to know how to use practice papers. Click here.

Do it. Just do it

For a procrastinator like myself, let me tell you. It is hard. Even now, i'm writing this instead of studying like a normal human being who would when there are high school finals going on so let me just say this. Get up and do it for sometime. Just some time and you'll automatically get invested in it. It may take some time but it will happen eventually. I personally just do it due to fear. I don't really wanna fail my exams so align your goals with some kind of emotion so it gets you going.

Watch videos

This is like the interest booster. You may not realise but when your teacher teaches you the subjects, it gets awfully boring and confusing. When you learn it through videos and visuals on YouTube, you know what it is, you know additional details and it sticks to you. So, watch and try not to get distracted. Period.

Break It Down

Not your chapter. I mean the topic itself. Line by line if you have to. I did this exact thing for accounts whenever i had to do ratios. It was a pain. An unwanted pain. I couldn't understand anything. But i sat down one day and read every single line of the textbook for that topic. I made what i call "Line Visuals". This is simple.

You read a paragraph => You don't understand anything.

Read every line => Draw it

Understand the key terms used there

And then draw a single visual representation for that entire topic.

I'll guarantee you, you will understand it. Review it once a day for a week and then once a week.

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Hope this helps!!! :))

[bones4thecats]

Jettwins x fembot jet reader, They both fall in love with the reader who is part of the Prime team

TFA! Jet-Twins w/ an S/O on Team Prime

Characters: POLY! Jetfire and Jetstorm (Transformers Animated) Requester: 🔥Anon A/N: Imma call you 🔥Anon since I use that emoji for Jetfire and wanna save the other emoji just in case! I do hope you like this, it was fun to write for these two goofballs <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing bad really ⚠️

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╚═════ Jetfire + Jetstorm ════════════════════════╝

🔥⛈️ When Jetfire and his brother came onto Earth for the first time, you were arriving with Sentinel, whom you found driving at a higher speed than normal in Detroit, and were shocked to see Optimus fighting a large mech

🔥⛈️ When Sentinel began to yell at Optimus, you stood up for him, yelling right back into the Elite Guard member's face

"Oh for crying out loud, Sentinel! If you're supposed to be a Prime, a mentor to many up-and-coming Autobot soldiers, you need to listen to others and not just that annoying voice in your processor! Listening to yourself alone is not a quality of an Autobot, it's a quality of a Decepticon!"

"How dare you call me a Decepticon!"

"How dare I?! How dare you treat the only Bot that you have left in your life, one of the rare few who ever truly cared about you, like a hunk of scrap metal?! You need to grow up and quit acting like a sparkling! It's pathetic."

🔥⛈️ The twins were shocked to see how quick Sentinel backed down when you began to get more and more angry. And the way you stood there and glared at their boss, one of the highest-ranking Primes of that time, and scolded him like how a Carrier or Sire would their own offspring

"Just- get out there and find that fugitive!" He barked at the two.

🔥⛈️ After the whole... Wasp-incident... you remained in contact with the twins, sending them some photos you would take around the city. Heck, sometimes you'd go for drives outside of the city with Sari and/or Prowl to get away from the business

🔥⛈️ They loved to look at the scenery of the planet you protected, and from time to time, they would try to get Sentinel to let them go back to Earth to 'check on you guys'. Yeah... Jazz always knew something else was on their mind, Sentinel on the other hand, not so much. He's pretty dumb when it comes to relationships

🔥⛈️ Anyways. They both struggle with certain things when you eventually enter a relationship with them.

🔥Jetfire

He is much higher with his voice, meaning he yells more than his twin. So, if you are sensitive to loud noises, do tell him early on so he can tone himself down more often

Jetfire also has issues with his emotions, though it's more severe than his brothers. This was shown when Ironhide tried flirting with you and he went from a happy-go-lucky bot to a glaring and borderline-possessive one

Speaking of possessiveness, he has his moments. It's not severe like others like the Decepticons, but it does appear when he thinks your relationship may be in danger. Even the most arrogant have their doubts

Finally, his fire sometimes flares up when his anger gets out of control. And, unlike Jetstorm's winds, his are far more destructive, so, if he ever gets mad, keep your guard up in case of a metal-melting outburst

⛈️Jetstorm

Like I said earlier, Jetfire may be the loudest twin, but Jetstorm is the more physically threatening despite their similarities. His wind is something he uses to his advantage, since he has to control such a strong energy, his strength is slightly better than Jetfire's

He may be more loose than Jetfire when it comes to your interactions, but he is also protective. One time, you were speaking to Sentinel when he almost blew a gasket, and when he nearly yelled at you, the flying Autobot glared, making the Prime stand down in slight fear

He knows you can handle yourself, but he feels the need to protect you. Sometimes it can seem like he was coddling, and whenever you brought this up to him, he would apologize, and you could tell it was sincere. His Decepticon CNA just messes with his processor like it does with Jetfire

Speaking of his CNA, he may be less showing when it comes to his dark thoughts, but make no mistake; he, much like his brother, would do anything to keep you safe. Nothing would be bad enough to keep their love safe

🔥⛈️ But, despite their flaws, the twins do prove to be good partners. They don't get jealous of one another badly, instead they just pout like sparklings until you pay them the same amount of attention as you did their sibling

🔥⛈️ Jetfire and Jetstorm also like to take you patrolling with them. While it may not be easy to handle, as they were rarely ever free after the Decepticon lock-up, since they were still looking up for any rogue signals, they would try making any time up for you

🔥⛈️ When you returned to Cybertron after getting the 'Cons locked away, you were appointed as a head in the Council, a Bot who would replace Longarm Prime, or rather Shockwave, and would lead the Cybertronian Intelligence unit

🔥⛈️ After taking that position, you managed to get Ratchet back into the medical field as a head medic, you got Bee and Bulkhead into the Elite Guard (though they still had to move up the ranks on their own), you helped attempt to repair the relationship between Optimus and Sentinel (with the help of Jazz), and you got Prowl to be marked down in the history data-pads as the hero that helped remove the threat of the Decepticons from Cybertron that he was

🔥⛈️ It was hard to adjust to such a ranking change and with the additional work that came with said position, but you proved to be very capable of it. And with your future sparkmates by your sides, you could handle any challenge you faced

[baby-heart429]

creeps x chubby reader!! pt.1

characters: “Ticci” Toby, Eyeless Jack, & Homicidal Liu

TW’s: none!! just fluff and a GN reader

AN: i had a lot of fun writing this one!! only doing 3 characters for now tho, i may or may not do a pt. 2 if y’all want more!! 

“Ticci” Toby

he’s my favorite and i’m chubby so ofc i’ve got hc’s!!

i think he’s the kind of guy to want a chubbier partner

he probably says “more meat, more to love”

if you’ve got tit’s, he allllll over ‘em /nsi

he’s just a tit guy, what’ca gonna do 🤷‍♀️

wear a crop/ tank top in front of him and he just might pass out

if you ever feel bad about being bigger, he will immediately be there for you

whatever you want, you’ll get

you guys usually sleep with Toby’s head in your chest and your head on top of his. all while wrapping your arms all over each other

he just loves to hold you <3

he’s so obsessed with you please

Eyeless Jack

he really doesn’t understand why you don’t like it or why you would hate it at all

“im so big ugh”

“so?”

“just because your a little bit bigger doesn’t change the fact that you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on”

he thinks your too hard on yourself about it 🫤

always asks if you ate cuz he know you struggle that just a little bit because of ur size

literally such a good cook too

please let him make you dinner, trust me. it will be the best meal you’ll have for a while

LET HIM BETWEEN THOSE THIGHS 🙏

loves loves loves lovesssss ur thighs. they’re just like pillows and he could sleep on them anytime

EJ, most of the time, sleeps with you on top of him. he loves the weight on top of him, theres just something so comforting about it

you usually roll off of him while asleep, he wakes up and immediately pulls you into his chest

such a sweet demon he is

Homicidal Liu

kinda like EJ and Toby combined

he loves that ur chubby (obsessed with it)

he’s also a tit lover but Toby is more obvious with it, Liu is more secretive about it

whenever ya’ll are out in public, he’ll sneak a lil look at them but alone he will be all over ‘em

like EJ, he really doesn’t understand why you hate being a bit bigger because he loves it so much

he will comfort you as long as you need if you’re feeling insecure <3

all morning? all afternoon? all night? all day? all week? better bet your ass he’ll be there

Liu’s favorite way of sleeping with you is him on top of you with his head on your chest, one hand cupping your boob

he really doesn’t wanna sleep any other way

such a wonderful man you gotten yourself

hope ya’ll enjoy this one!! more to come soon, i swear 🤞🤞 love ya!!! have a good day/night <3

[amethystarachnid]

Hi! Its me again I had another found family troupe in mind if your up for it! I wanted to ask before the Christmas prompts started.

So this time I was thinking Deadpool x Teen!Male!Reader where reader is on top of a building, how he got there is up to you, but he's abt to make a bad decision (if ykw I mean) when dead pool finds him and starts to talk, and basically they end up making a deal, if wade can make the reader see how good life is then he won't do it, but if he fails the reader can go back, and basically its is a bunch of fun stupid shit for the rest and the reader becomes apart of the little odd family created in dead pool 3 (including logan) and decides to stick around. So heavy angst that's solved in a nice fluff, and if your not comfortable with the first part you can change the angst to a different scenario you totally can, and the how and why is up to you.

Readers personality is a sarcastic, cold teen, but he's caring and weird around ppl he's close to, he hides his emotions to keep himself safe

If you can do this I would be so so grateful, if not its totally understandable, I love your work sm its hard not to request things, keep up the amazing writing! Have a good day/night!

OPERATION MAKE YOU NOT HATE THE UNIVERSE

⤷ WADE WILSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Wade Wilson x male!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: platonic!, angst, tiny bit of fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): This story deals with sensitive themes, including mental health struggles and suicide

ᯓ★ I'm happy that you like my works and don't worry, you can make as may requests as you want, I'm so happy when people make requests! <3

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The city sprawls below, twinkling and vast, but strangely quiet from this height. You sit on the edge of a skyscraper, your legs dangling into the nothingness, with only the hum of distant cars and neon lights bleeding through the foggy air.

You take a deep breath, the cold biting into your lungs. It makes sense, somehow, for this place to be the last thing you’d see. Who knows how long you’ve been sitting here, trying to drum up the courage or the anger or whatever it’s going to take to finally just let go. But the emptiness is louder than any fear. The world feels like it’s swallowed you whole, and this—you dangling on the edge—feels like the only time you’ve ever been able to look it in the face.

“You know, most people pick roller coasters or a fifth of tequila if they wanna feel a thrill.”

You flinch. Not from surprise—well, okay, a little from surprise—but more from sheer irritation. This is the moment someone decides to intrude? You glance over your shoulder and see him. He’s wearing red and black, looking like a deranged SWAT team dropout, leaning casually against the roof access door, arms crossed like he’s watching a really boring episode of a soap opera.

“And here I thought I had the whole roof to myself,” you say dryly, hiding your unease. “Guess we’re all just having a rooftop party.”

“Lucky for you, kiddo, I’m the life of the party. Deadpool, at your service,” he says with a bow. “But hey, what’s a young guy like you doing up here all alone? Besides reenacting all the worst Lifetime movies?”

You snort, because it’s exactly that bad. “Oh, just figured I’d enjoy the view,” you reply, deadpan. “And maybe gravity. Seems like a good combo.”

“Right, right, makes sense,” he nods, as if he’s in on some cosmic joke only you get. He crouches down, edging a little closer. “Let me guess. Someone pissed you off, the world sucks, you hate your life, blah blah blah, and now you’re about to end it all. Am I close?”

You don’t answer, just roll your eyes and stare back out at the city. But something in the fact that he said it—that he got it so easily—makes you feel strange. Seen.

“Oh, man, nailed it!” Deadpool cheers, like this is some sort of accomplishment. “See, I’m like a therapist, but with 90% more leather and 100% more explosions. And, I make house calls. You’re welcome.”

“Yeah? Where’s the PhD?” You give him a sidelong look, unimpressed. “Bet it’s in the mail.”

He gasps theatrically. “Excuse me, my online course was very thorough, thank you. You’re looking at a fully certified therapist-slash-savior-slash-pizza connoisseur.” He steps even closer, as if he’s trying to get a read on you. “So, what’s it gonna take for you to, I dunno…step back from the edge, champ?”

The question catches you off guard, but you school your expression back into that empty, unreadable mask. “Nothing,” you say. “Don’t need saving.”

“Aw, sure you do. Everybody does,” Deadpool replies, with a smile that’s a little too wide. He’s still in that crouch, head tilted like he’s studying a lab rat. “C’mon, take me up on my deal.”

“I didn’t agree to any deal,” you mutter.

“Well, that’s about to change, Mr. Antisocial.” Deadpool leans in, his voice a dramatic whisper. “I’ll make you a bet. If I can’t show you something worth sticking around for, something that doesn’t totally suck, you win. But if I can—and oh, I will—then you gotta promise not to do anything stupid up here. No ‘jumping’ and no ‘leaping gracefully off into the night’—not on my watch. Deal?”

You look at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious. But then, you’re not sure this guy even knows what serious means. A smirk slips onto your face, mostly from disbelief. “And if you fail, I get to come back here and do what I want.”

Deadpool slaps his hands together, eyes lighting up like he’s just scored a jackpot. “Deal! Signed, sealed, and delivered. What’s your name, by the way? So I know what to call you when I start ‘Operation Make You Not Hate the Universe.’”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, that’s not gonna work,” he replies breezily. “I’ll call you...” He pauses dramatically, finger tapping his chin. “Shadow Kid. Because of your gloomy vibes. Or Edgy McBroodface. Either one works for me.”

You sigh, exasperated. “Fine. It’s Y/n. Happy?”

He claps his hands like a kid on Christmas. “Delighted! Well, Y/n, pack your bags because you’re about to take the Deadpool Tour de Joy. First stop: that little bakery down the street that makes these empanadas that are just to die for—pun very intended.”

As ridiculous as he sounds, something inside you—against all odds—doesn’t completely hate this idea. Maybe he’s right, maybe he’s wrong, but at least he’s distracting you. And it’s better than the silence. So you sigh, push yourself back from the edge, and follow him, if only because he’s made it impossible not to.

“Don’t get too excited,” you warn, hiding a hint of curiosity beneath a mask of sarcasm. “I don’t like pastries.”

“Don’t worry, kid, you will,” he grins, guiding you off the ledge. “Deadpool guarantees it. Or I’ll give you a full refund. You know, after we make sure you don’t end up sidewalk art.”

It’s midnight, and you’re trailing behind a lunatic in red and black spandex as he skips down the street like he’s leading a parade of one. You almost regret stepping away from the edge of that building. Almost. Because, despite everything, Deadpool’s got your attention, even if it’s just so you can see where this trainwreck of a night is headed.

“Now, Y/n,” he says, spinning around to face you while walking backward, “it’s time I introduce you to my squad. My inner circle. The people who either love me or have given up trying to kill me. I figured, what better way to kick off Operation: Don’t Be A Self-Destructive Edgelord than some quality time with family?”

“Your ‘family’?” You raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

“Oh, yes. They’re the most dysfunctional group of weirdos you’ll ever meet, which, in our line of work, is high praise.” He turns back around, leading you down a couple of twisting alleyways until you’re standing in front of a building that looks like it was abandoned about a hundred years ago.

“Home, sweet home!” Wade announces proudly, shoving the door open. “Well, it’s not really mine, but Al’s not much of a decorator anyway.”

You’re about to ask who “Al” is when you spot her: a short, older woman with oversized sunglasses, leaning against a sofa, flipping through a Braille magazine. She doesn’t even look up when she addresses Deadpool.

“You brought home another stray, Wade? You’d think you were trying to start an orphanage for misfits,” she mutters.

“This one’s special, Al. Meet Y/n,” Wade says, guiding you inside. “Y/n, this is the one and only Blind Al. She’s my friend, roommate, therapist, probation officer, and part-time parole board.”

Al snorts. “You think I’d live with Wade if I had any other options?”

You almost smirk. “So you’re telling me he’s like this all the time?”

Al nods, and you catch the tiniest hint of a smile on her face. “Constantly. And unfortunately, you’ll get used to it.”

“Come on, Al, don’t ruin the surprise! I’m a blast to be around,” Wade says, slapping you on the back with a little too much enthusiasm. “Anyway, I promised Y/n the Deadpool Experience™, which includes only the finest influences and biggest badasses on the market.”

“Speaking of badasses…” Wade nudges you, gesturing to the kitchen doorway, where a tall, grizzled man in flannel and jeans leans against the frame, arms crossed. His eyes are hard, the kind that say he’s seen more than his fair share of horror, but he’s giving you a look that’s somewhere between curiosity and caution.

“Logan, meet Y/n,” Wade says, pushing you forward. “Y/n, meet Wolverine, aka Logan Howlett, aka the surliest Canadian this side of the Rockies. Logan, Y/n here’s having a tough time deciding if life’s worth sticking around for, so I figured you could help me convince him otherwise. Since you’re all about that whole ‘living through endless suffering’ thing.”

Logan looks you over, clearly unimpressed with Wade’s choice of words. “You tell this kid what he was getting into by sticking with you?” he grumbles, giving Wade a side-eye.

“Why spoil the fun?” Wade chirps. “Besides, I figured I’d ease him into the nightmare that is my lifestyle by introducing him to you first. It’s all part of my master plan.”

You scoff. “Not exactly a plan so far.”

Logan grunts, shooting Wade a look. “Kid, if you’re here, you better be ready to put up with more crap than you signed up for. And if you don’t, well, don’t expect us to sugarcoat it.”

“Gee, thanks, Logan. Great pep talk,” Wade says, clapping his hands together. “You’re practically the Canadian Dr. Phil.”

“Whatever,” Logan mutters, giving you a short nod of acknowledgment. “Stay out of trouble, kid.”

“Thanks,” you reply dryly. “I’ll make a note of it.”

Wade flashes a grin. “All right, now that we’ve got the somber stuff out of the way, it’s time to meet my real pride and joy. Follow me, Y/n.” He leads you down a narrow hallway, barely glancing back as he goes. “And here, in the third and definitely not cleanest room on the left, is the Mini Wolverine herself, Laura Kinney!”

You peer around the doorframe, and sure enough, there’s a young girl, no older than you, sharpening a knife with an intensity that could probably slice through steel. She looks up, one eyebrow raised as she sizes you up.

“So…another of Wade’s recruits?” she asks, her tone half-sarcastic but half-genuine, like she’s as surprised as anyone to find herself among this crowd.

“Not exactly,” you reply. “Apparently, I’m part of some…life-affirming experiment?”

Laura smirks. “Good luck. Most people just end up scarred. Or worse.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, mini-me,” Wade says, swooping in to ruffle her hair, which she swats at with the speed of a ninja. “Y/n, Laura here is what we call a ‘clone’—same rage issues, same claws, same immunity to hugs as Mr. Broodmaster in the kitchen. Laura, Y/n here is testing out the Wade Wilson School of Life Choices.”

She snorts, shaking her head. “Well, better you than me. Good luck.”

“Look at that, Y/n! She’s already rooting for you,” Wade says, pulling you back out of the room before you can reply.

“Sure,” you mutter. “I feel like I’m one big science project.”

“Nah, science projects are boring,” Wade says cheerfully. “And last, but certainly not least, the crown jewel of this ridiculous ensemble is… Peter!”

You frown, confused, as Wade leads you to the living room, where a man with glasses and a receding hairline is lounging on the couch, a sandwich in one hand and a soda in the other. He looks up and waves at you with a sheepish smile.

“Hey there. I’m Peter,” he says. “No code name, no special abilities, just…Peter.”

You raise an eyebrow at Wade. “How does he fit in?”

“Oh, he doesn’t,” Wade says matter-of-factly. “He’s just a genuinely good guy. The one, non-superpowered person who got tangled up in my dumpster fire of a life and didn’t immediately bail. I figured he’d be a nice balance to all the violent murderers in the room. Plus, he makes a mean ham and cheese sandwich.”

Peter shrugs, giving you a friendly smile. “Sometimes, it’s good to have at least one guy who knows what life’s like for the average person. And I figure, if Wade can make it, maybe there’s hope for all of us, right?”

You nod slowly, unsure what to make of all this but also, maybe for the first time in a long time, feeling something close to warmth. These people are rough around the edges, sure, but there’s an understanding in the way they look at you—like they know what it’s like to have the world chew you up and spit you out.

“Well, Y/n,” Wade says, clapping his hands together, “you’ve met the gang. Now, how about that empanada?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips. “Fine,” you mutter. “One empanada. But if it sucks, this deal’s off.”

Wade grins. “Deal! And hey, if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even get a side of wisdom and life lessons from our merry band of misfits. Consider this step one on the path to…not hating everything.”

He leads the way, Peter and Al in tow, while Logan and Laura hang back a bit. And as you walk down the dimly lit street, surrounded by this unlikely crew, you realize maybe—just maybe—Wade might actually have a point.

The morning sun drips through the dirty windows of Blind Al’s apartment, casting a pale yellow glow over the chaotic mess of takeout boxes, weapon cases, and torn-up furniture. You’re sprawled on an old, threadbare armchair, an empanada wrapper stuck to your shirt from last night’s “Deadpool Tour de Joy.” You’d made it through an entire night with Wade and his crew of insane, sarcastic maniacs—and, against all odds, it wasn’t completely awful. In fact, you’d felt something almost like…belonging.

But now it’s the next day, and you’ve already told yourself a hundred times that you should probably just slip out, go back to what you were doing, forget all of this ever happened. You’re starting to push yourself up when Wade barges into the room, wearing his costume but missing the mask, eyes bleary, and looking like he hasn’t slept in days.

“Ah! Sleeping beauty rises!” Wade yells, startling you. “Figured you’d skipped out by now, but no! Y/n, my little suicidal protégé, how’s life on the wild side?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s early. Can you not yell?”

“Oh, no-no-no, kid, this is normal volume,” Wade replies with a grin. “Wait ‘til Logan shows up and starts shouting at me. Speaking of which…”

Right on cue, Logan comes around the corner, his expression twisted in irritation. “Wade, it’s nine in the damn morning, why are you already so loud?”

“Why are you such a ray of sunshine?” Wade replies cheerfully, barely dodging Logan’s hand as he tries to grab him.

“Because you’re annoying,” Logan growls, rolling his eyes and making for the coffee pot. But Wade is already blocking him, a mug in one hand, smirking.

“What if I told you there was no coffee left? Would you kill me?”

Logan raises an eyebrow, as if daring him to repeat it. Without a word, he pops out his claws, a metallic snikt slicing through the silence.

“Oh, I’m shaking!” Wade sneers, clearly egging him on.

“Deadpool, just get out of my way.” Logan tries to push past, but Wade laughs, making some obnoxious buzzing noise that apparently does the trick, because Logan grits his teeth and stabs him, right through the side.

You jump, stunned, watching as Logan’s claws slip back out, leaving Wade clutching his side. Blood pours out of the wound, and you’re about to call out when you realize that Wade’s grinning.

“Oh, there it is,” Wade says, inspecting the hole in his side, barely even phased. “You got me good, Wolvie. Was hoping you’d go for the chest, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“What the hell?” You can’t help but gape at him. “You’re bleeding, and you’re laughing?”

Wade winks, dropping his hand and letting you see that the wound is…healing. Muscles and tissue knit themselves back together, as if he hadn’t been stabbed at all. “Oh, yeah! Y/n, I forgot to mention one of my best features: I’m unkillable! Like an annoying houseplant that refuses to die. Cool, right?”

You blink, still trying to process. “So…no matter what happens to you, you just…keep coming back?”

“Yup! Think of it like this,” Wade says, throwing an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the sticky blood on his suit. “I am the miracle of human resilience, cranked up to eleven. Plus, I give Logan a stress outlet every morning. Win-win, really.”

“Wouldn’t call it a win,” Logan mutters, pouring his coffee. “If anything, you’re my worst nightmare.”

Wade smirks, turning to you. “Logan here’s my best friend. Don’t let him fool you.”

Logan takes a long, deliberate sip of his coffee, glaring over the rim. “One more word, Wade, and I’ll make it two stabs.”

“Oh, two stabs?” Wade clutches his chest dramatically. “Why, Mr. Howlett, you really know how to flatter a guy.”

“Honestly,” you mutter, looking at them, “this is the weirdest friendship I’ve ever seen.”

Logan glances over at you, grumbling, “It’s not a friendship. It’s a…complicated arrangement.”

Wade beams, throwing an arm around Logan’s shoulder, which Logan promptly shrugs off. “Call it whatever you want, sweetie.”

As they bicker, Laura enters the room, unfazed by the chaos. She gives you a nod of acknowledgment before grabbing a seat at the table, watching the two men as if this is just another morning.

“Y/n, how’s Wade treating you?” she asks, a smirk forming on her face.

You can’t help the sarcasm in your voice. “Oh, it’s just been fantastic. Nothing like witnessing multiple acts of violence before breakfast.”

She grins. “Get used to it. That’s pretty much every day around here.”

“Hey, I call it ‘combat therapy,’” Wade retorts, tossing her a wink. “You know, bonding time for the soul. Plus, Logan secretly loves it.”

You’re still processing all of this when Peter comes in, looking almost suspiciously normal, like a PTA dad in a nightmare of superheroes and chaos. He gives you a friendly wave, balancing a bag of bagels and a coffee tray.

“Morning, everyone!” Peter says, the only cheerful voice in the room. “Brought bagels for you all. Thought maybe today we could take it easy and just…you know, be normal for a while?”

Wade gasps. “Normal? Peter, buddy, you’re really asking a lot of me.”

“Don’t mind him, Peter,” you mutter, taking a bagel. “I think I’m the only sane one here.”

Peter gives you a sympathetic look. “I figured as much. Good luck with this crew, Y/n. If you ever need a sane friend, I’m your guy.”

Laura scoffs. “He doesn’t want ‘sane’ friends. If he did, he’d have run by now.”

You can’t argue with that. In fact, the thought does cross your mind—why didn’t you leave? But before you can dwell on it too long, Wade claps his hands.

“Today’s adventure awaits!” he announces, eyes alight with his usual chaotic energy. “We’ll start with breakfast and then…well, I’m not sure yet, but it’ll be something awesome.”

The group groans as Wade grabs his mask and heads for the door, beckoning for you to follow. Logan sighs, Laura grabs her knives, and Peter just looks resigned. But they all follow, like it’s a ritual they’re somehow tied to, and after a moment, you find yourself tagging along too.

The day is filled with antics. You lose track of the times Wade gets hurt, only to heal right in front of your eyes. Logan mutters that he’d be better off without Wade, only to punch him in the shoulder five minutes later with a hidden grin. Laura challenges Wade to a knife fight, and Peter just sighs, trying to keep everyone in line. And for the first time in…who knows how long, you’re laughing. Really laughing.

It’s almost night by the time you head back, the sky darkening as the city lights flicker on. You’re about to part ways and make your way home, but somehow, your feet keep taking you back to Al’s apartment. You know you don’t belong here, not really, but when you reach the door, there’s that same warmth—a strange pull you can’t ignore.

Wade notices you hesitate by the door and grins. “Aw, he’s back! See, I told you I’d be your favorite person in no time.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you mutter, but you don’t turn to leave. Logan, Laura, Peter, and Al all glance at you, each with a look of welcome that they probably wouldn’t admit to feeling. It’s an odd sight, this bunch of misfits, but in some way, you realize that maybe they’re not as much of a mess as they seem. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve found something here that doesn’t completely suck.

“All right, all right, enough with the mushy stuff!” Wade says, breaking the silence. “Y/n, welcome back to Dysfunctional Central. We’re going to make you regret every second.”

You roll your eyes but smirk, stepping back inside and letting the door click shut behind you. Because this time, you don’t mind sticking around.

As night settles in over Blind Al’s apartment, the usual chaos of the group fades. Laura’s busy sharpening a blade on the couch, Logan’s nursing a beer in the corner, Peter is cleaning up the disaster of takeout containers from earlier, and Al is sitting near the window, her face turned toward the cool night breeze drifting in. Wade, in his typical way, is chattering aimlessly about everything and nothing at all, flipping between mocking TV commercials and talking up his latest “brilliant” idea for a reality show. And, as usual, you’re mostly tuning him out, feeling a mix of exhaustion and…something else. Something that’s starting to feel suspiciously like relief.

Wade breaks off suddenly, his head cocked as he glances over at you with a curious look. “So, Y/n,” he begins, his voice dropping a few notches in volume—a rarity. “How’s our little…adventure going? You feelin’ the spark of life yet? The whole, ‘maybe being alive doesn’t completely suck’ kinda thing?”

You shrug, fidgeting with the edge of your jacket. “I mean, it’s…been okay. You guys are insane, obviously, but it’s not the worst.”

Wade grins. “Insane and proud, baby. It’s kind of our brand. But don’t think I haven’t noticed your little act.” He leans in, dropping his voice even lower. “You’re good at the sarcasm, the deadpan thing. But I can see the cracks, kid. What’s under there?”

You freeze, not sure how to answer. Part of you wants to laugh it off, throw a sarcastic line his way, but something about the way Wade’s looking at you, uncharacteristically sincere, throws you off guard.

“Why’re you asking?” you mutter, looking away.

He shrugs, casual but not unkind. “Because, believe it or not, I give a damn. And because if I’m gonna help you out of whatever pit you’ve fallen into, I need to know where to start. So…give me the lowdown. What’s so bad it made you wanna bail on this whole rodeo?”

You swallow, throat tight. The last thing you want is to spill everything, to lay out every messy thought and feeling. But the words are there, just behind your teeth, begging to be let out after you’ve kept them buried for so long.

“It’s…” You hesitate, searching for the right words. “It’s not one thing, okay? It’s like…everything.”

Wade’s eyes don’t leave yours, an unspoken encouragement in his gaze.

You take a breath, still unsure, but the dam is cracking, and suddenly the words are pouring out before you can stop them. “I don’t know, Wade. I just—I feel like I don’t fit. Anywhere. I’ve tried, I really have, but no matter what I do, it’s like I’m some kind of outsider. The kid who’s always…wrong. Like I don’t belong in my own life. And the more I tried to fit in, the harder it got.”

Wade nods, not interrupting, just letting you talk.

“School was a nightmare,” you continue, voice barely above a whisper. “People either ignored me or treated me like I was invisible. Even my own family doesn’t seem to get me. I just…there’s no place for me. No one who actually cares, and it’s been that way for so long that I can’t remember a time it wasn’t. And I know you’re supposed to push through or whatever, but I just got so tired, Wade. Tired of always feeling like I’m on the outside looking in. Tired of being…me.”

You shake your head, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “Everywhere I look, it’s like people have these lives, friends, family, things that give them a reason to wake up. But me? I don’t have anything, not really. So I started wondering…if I just disappeared, would anyone even notice? Would anyone care?”

Wade is quiet, watching you with an expression you can’t quite place. It’s not pity—thankfully, you don’t think you could stand that—but something softer, gentler.

“That’s why I went up there last night,” you admit, surprised by the honesty in your own voice. “Because I couldn’t stand the emptiness anymore. I thought maybe if I just…ended it, at least it would stop hurting, you know?”

There’s silence in the room now, even the usual background noise faded to nothing. You can feel the weight of your own words, a relief but also a vulnerability that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin.

After a moment, Wade shifts, sitting down next to you. “Hey, kid,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I know that feeling. I know it all too well.”

You glance at him, surprised. “You? You seem like you’ve got everything figured out.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, kid. I may be the king of talking big, but I’ve been where you are. Hell, I’ve been to worse places. You think I’m here just ‘cause life handed me everything I wanted? Nope. I got scars, inside and out, that’d make your head spin. And you know what? That ‘don’t belong’ feeling? I had that too.”

Wade pauses, running a hand over his mask, which he’s bunched up in his hands. “I used to think…if I could just disappear, maybe that would be the best thing for everyone. And that was before I became…this.” He gestures to his scarred skin, his voice low but steady. “When you look like this, people either turn away or look at you like you’re some kind of monster. It was…lonely. Really, really lonely.”

You swallow, something in his words hitting close to home. “So what changed?”

Wade smiles, a bit of his usual spark returning. “Well, I guess I just got stubborn. Figured if the world didn’t want me, then I’d make my own place. Found people—well, like the circus act you met last night. Turns out, sometimes family’s not about blood. It’s about…finding people who see the worst parts of you and stick around anyway.”

“Not everyone has that,” you murmur, glancing at the floor.

“True,” Wade admits, his gaze softening. “But kid, here’s the thing: you’re still here. And now, you’ve got us—like it or not.” He gives you a wry smile. “You don’t have to carry that weight alone anymore. I get it, I really do, but there’s no shame in letting someone else help pick up the pieces. Maybe you just haven’t found your people yet…but you’ve got me, and the squad. We’re not perfect, but we don’t go down without a fight.”

You look at him, a strange warmth spreading through your chest despite the heaviness of the moment. For the first time, you feel like maybe someone actually understands. Maybe, just maybe, you’re not completely alone.

“Thanks,” you say, the word barely loud enough to hear. “For…listening.”

Wade grins, reaching out and patting your shoulder, a bit rough but oddly comforting. “Anytime, kid. I’m annoying, sure, but you won’t find anyone more loyal.” He gives you a wink. “Besides, I told you—I’m not letting you off the hook that easy.”

You chuckle, feeling a little lighter despite everything. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope. It’s a gift and a curse.” Wade stands, offering a hand to help you up. “Now, you and me? We’re gonna keep going until you see just how much life’s got to offer. I mean, look at me—scarred, hated, stabbed on a daily basis—and somehow, I’m still here.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re a walking disaster.”

“Guilty as charged,” Wade says with a laugh. “But hey, you stick around with us long enough, maybe we’ll rub off on you. Logan can teach you how to growl menacingly, and Laura can teach you how to stab with precision. Peter’s got the dad jokes covered. It’s a real all-inclusive experience.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel a spark of hope. It’s small, fragile, but it’s there. Maybe life’s not all bright and shiny, and maybe you’ve got a long way to go, but with Wade and this dysfunctional crew, maybe there’s a chance you can start over. At the very least, you’re not alone.

“Alright,” you say, meeting Wade’s gaze with newfound determination. “I’ll give this a shot.”

Wade’s grin stretches wide, genuine. “That’s the spirit, Y/n! I knew you had it in you.” He throws an arm around your shoulder, squeezing a little too tight. “And hey, if it ever gets too tough, just remember—you’ve got us.”

You nod, letting yourself lean into the odd but reassuring presence of Wade by your side. For the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe there’s a path forward, one you don’t have to walk alone.

And with this crazy group, maybe that path won’t be as empty as the one you were on before.

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[walsuf]

hey I wanna make a character with narcolepsy and I've been doing my own research but I also felt like maybe asking someone who has it and stuff and since you made that comic headcannoning SM with it (really neat btw <3) I thought that you may be comfortable sharing some experience with it (as much as you feel comfortable ofc!) so I could better understand it so I may fit it into a character myself. OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT NEED TO ACCEPT IF YOU DONT WANT TO! this is coming out of nowhere and stuff so apologies if you feel uncomfortable!

[LONG POST] Yeah! Let's talk narcolepsy! Some things that might help (ft. Shadow Milk)

First and foremost, I want to say that my experience with narcolepsy is going to be very different from other people's, and I'm mostly just going to yap about my own details. Everyone experiences their symptoms in a unique way, kinda like how every bag of fruit snacks is different. You anticipate the same stuff inside (symptoms), but one bag will have all of the colors and another might have all orange ones.

I think my biggest advice here is to not dogpile all the symptoms, just focus on what heavily affects a character the most. Sometimes that's going to be nightmarish hallucinations, sometimes their sleep attacks; for Shadow Milk, I fixate a lot on cataplexy! (Weakness is a huge thing that I struggle with personally.) Regardless of additional symptoms, excessive daytime sleepiness will always be present :p

This one might be hard, but do something that you resonate with the most. Most people have experienced sleep paralysis at least once; a lot of people with narcolepsy get sleep paralysis very often, usually accompanied by visual/audio/tactile hallucinations. Then, it becomes a matter of changing the frequency and intensity rather than making something up.

When it comes to hallucinations, they can sometimes be horrifying (and are exacerbated by sickness, lack of sleep, and general unwellness). I find that a lot of people with nightmares and frightening hallucinations tend to have those in excess; I personally almost never get those. My hallucinations are usually very minor, like seeing the lights flicker when I close my eyes, or feeling like my body is surrounded by water or gently rocking back and forth. My most frequent one (and by far the most annoying) is that coming out of sleep I hear my alarm going off or my name being called. Neither of which are actually happening.

Excessive daytime sleepiness (EDS), like everything else, presents differently in everyone. Sleep attacks are only one aspect of it---which gives a person the nearly irresistible need to sleep for seconds to sometimes hours. Some people thug them out (often they can be resisted) because they find themselves losing way more time succumbing to it. Some people fall asleep very quickly, and can be in the middle of an important thing while doing so. I've personally fallen asleep mid-lecture while writing notes, and looking back at them is... interesting (there's a thing called "automatic behaviors" you might want to look into). Personally, I don't get sleep attacks often, but they are exhausting to deal with, and make me pretty much appear and act drunk without the fun part.

My normal experience with EDS is just a general level of sleepiness following me throughout the day, like that same feeling you get while working on an essay late in the night. It's manageable, but sucks. This isn't to say I never feel alert, there are good days and bad days, but most are in this sleepy middle ground that forces me to nap twice a day (noon and afternoon) lest I get all grouchy and my speech starts to slur.

From the outside perspective, sometimes people can guess that I'm having a sleep attack or just generally sleepy before I even know. I'll be told, "you sound tired," which is almost followed up with an, "...I do???" I crash within the next ten minutes almost every time.

Cataplexy is a symptom specific to N1 (which is actually an autoimmune disease, fun fact), and also happens to be what I struggle with frequently. It has strong emotional triggers (think anxiety, anger, surprise, laughter [doesn't have to be all of those, just pick a few]) and causes a degree of weakness. This can be anything from eye twitches and difficulty holding up the neck to full body collapses. For the most part, I feel it in my hands. When I laugh, I can't write or clench my hands any more. They become useless floppy limbs until a few minutes pass and they're back to normal. I am (unfortunately) a very giggly person. Personally, my slightest attacks make my head fall forward. My most severe one had me collapsing 6 times in the course of 15 minutes, hitting my head each time. Cataplexy attacks can cause subsequent attacks to come easier, and it's difficult to break the cycle. I avoid stairs for this reason.

If you've ever experienced morning weakness, or a few minutes in the morning where its slightly more difficult to hold things and get around, that's a lot like what minor cataplexy feels like, except condensed into a short, spontaneous episode. Oh! And it's often accompanied with blurred vision (look up ptosis) and speech difficulties as well!

I don't fear any of my symptoms because that's just how I experience the world. I've always felt weakness with laughter, so I thought that was always normal. I've been frequently sleepy and assumed that I was somehow lazier than everyone else. Now, I try to listen to my body. It takes a lot of effort to stop a conversation and go to sleep because my body needs it, and it sometimes sucks to forewarn my lab partners not to tell jokes around me. Sometimes I lay down in the middle of nowhere and have random people asking if I'm okay (hate this, I'm usually too weak to respond).

All in all, just try to make it a set of circumstances that someone else lives with rather than a set of symptoms that constantly put a character into crisis mode. People with narcolepsy don't need to be babied (I sincerely hope my comics don't come off that way because they're rooted in personal experience), they can manage their symptoms just fine on their own. Self-accommodations can come off as strange or funny (bringing a blanket everywhere, wearing sunglasses to manage minor cataplexy, wrist strap on the phone so as not to drop it), but they're there for a reason.

Sorry for the tangent, I've actually been on a heavy uptick educating myself. A good place to go for life experiences would be, of course, the narcolepsy subreddit. It's a good resource for people talk rather than medical jargon. If you need any examples for how to write or depict certain symptoms, though, I would be more than happy to do that on request! (I loove writing drabbles, and I know there's almost 0 narcolepsy fics, much less any written by people who care about accuracy. I'm begging to be asked here [will probably cookie run-ify everything though])

Thank you for reading if you got this far, and I hope this helped!

[torialefay]

hi your astrology post on chan are absolutely amazing, what do you think he will be like when jealous. I mean we all get jealous when it comes to some people but given how possessive chan is it can be bit overwhelmingly intense emotion for him and it can lead to steamy situation. So can you write a little about what he would be like when jealous in regards to astrology, please.

Thank you💕

of course, anon! i actually have v strong (and maybe not so popular idk) opinions on this.

yes yes yes! you are 100% right that channie can get super jealous & possessive. but the thing is, he is VERY good at hiding it. and let me tell you why:

• his venus in scorpio: this one is the most obvious and why i think a lot of people suspect his jealous/possessive tendencies. and duh, we know venus rules love & beauty, scorpio rules deep emotions, passions & desires, etc etc. BUT, scorpio also has also always been associated with manipulation. i feel like this is 100% the case with chan. he may not outright say that he feels jealous over something that you did, but he will twist things so that you end up feeling guilty and don't do it again (but that wasn't his intentions of course, you came to that conclusion on your own 😉🤭 sarcasm if you can't tell). he may even have this obsessive/possessive quality to the point that he subtly manipulates you into ONLY caring about him really. for you to put him before anyone else and make you feel like he's the only person in the world that can truly take care of & provide for you. very veryyyyyy subtly of course. but he may plant those seeds. why? because it makes you fall in love with him more & become just as obsessed with him as he is with you.... of course you're gonna know he has this side of him, but you don't know just how deep it goes

• his gemini rising & sagittarius mars: these signs are more about freedom & friendliness. making a wide array of friends & coming off as a "people person." very open-minded as well. these definitely aren't the first signs that come to mind when you think "possessive and jealous." but here's the thing, neither of these planets are necessarily WHO you are. they are more so who you come across as. who you present yourself to be. so channie's gonna come across as light-hearted and a super trusting boyfriend. he knows that & that's what he wants. he wants to be seen as someone who trusts you & lets you do what you'd like without making a big deal about it (after all, he's our sweet little channie and he would never try to control us like that! 🫠🤥).

• i also wanna mention his libra sun and moon. obvi we know that libra is all about balance & is definitely the type to run away from conflict. SO, if there's something chan doesn't like, he's probably not gonna outright talk about it. libras are also the "people pleasers" of the world and are greatttt at conversation, so more than likely, he's gonna tell you exactly what you want to hear. he's gonna struggle a lot bc at his very core (his moon), he really just wants to be loved and accepted. but he may feel like, in love (venussss), the only way he can do that is through manipulating you into seeing him as the only person in the world for you. libras love that shit too. feeling validated? feeling needed? they can be prone to manipulating the situation a little bit too. so yes, channie is gonna really have a tough time with it.

how i see this playing out:

• he will plant little seeds in your head. for example, he may say something like "i love you so much more than anything else" simply for the fact that he wants you to say it back. he wants to hear you say that he matters more to you than anyone or anything else in the world. he wants to be the only thing on your mind, but he'd never admit it.

• he wouldn't outright say anything if he saw you with one of his friends/another idol and got jealous... he doesn't want that confrontation. instead, he'll make snide remarks about them (again, tiny little pettttty things) to deter you from thinking ab them. like "oh you were talking to mingi at the party tonight? i heard he was pretty bad off tonight, got into some shit with one of his members" etc etc. just any petty thing he can think to bring up that isn't exactly putting that person down.

• let's say for example that you go out for the night & go clubbing and chan doesn't like it bc he wanted to stay in with you (but of course he's never gonna tell you what to do, right?). he MAY (depending on the day) do something that he knew you wanted to do without you. you wanted to watch that new movie on netflix? he totally forgot and he already watched it. "you would have loved it," he'd say. or maybe he'd hit up the cool new restaurant that you'd been dying to go to, and when he tells you, he'd brag about how cool it was & what a great time he had. basically, he'd make you feel like you were missing out by not being with him.

that's all i'll say for jealous & possessive channie, but i do want to end by saying that he doesn't have these tendencies ALL the time. and tbh, he's probably very unaware just how toxic he's being. he may even have conflicting feelings about it bc he DOES KNOW that you need your freedoms, and probably does TRY to gove you that. but sometimes, he just can't help himself. when he's in love, he wants you to himself & he wants to protect you.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Mayyy I order some more Creepypasta headcanons but with Slendy this time?? I don’t mind if u wanna add any more characters but I really want some slendy in there lol

Authors note: Sure thing! I love Slendy too and I was gonna write him in my last Creepypasta headcanons but it would’ve been too long. So this will be a continuation to the other kissing headcanons. (Also sorry this took so long)

Characters: Slendy, LJ, and Helen

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Uhh surprisingly non?? Unless sharp noses and sharp teeth should be a warning

🧍Slenderman 🧍

(as u may tell, I’m running out of ideas on the emojis)

-Does he have a mouth???

-Pretending that he does, I feel like he would love giving you head/forehead kisses

-He would prefer receiving kisses rather than giving them tho (definitely not because he canonically doesn't have a mouth)

-But it's kinda hard for him to show that

-Like imagine you trying to leave before kissing him goodbye, most likely cuz you forgot, and he just won't let you leave

-He won't tell you why tho, he'll just let you figure it out until you kiss him

-He's also BIG on giving you a good squeeze after a kiss

-Idk there's just something about him that screams "I will hug you."

-Definitely likes carrying you rather than him leaning down to kiss you

-hurts the poor old man's back

-Buuut if you find it attractive when someone taller than you leans down to listen to you better

-He will 100% know that

-And 10000% use that to his advantage to kiss you in any way

-He also doesn't care if you kiss him in front of other people or not

-He's Slenderman, like, no one would even think about teasing him about it

-Except Sally of course

-would probably love -if you wear makeup- for you to leave a kiss mark on the collar of his suits

🍬 Laughing Jack 🍬

-Just so you know, his pointy nose is DEFINITELY getting in the way sometimes

-Like that thing can poke your eye out

-That being said, he sometimes likes to poke you on the cheek with his nose

-Probably does it when asking for a kiss tbh

-Loves to bare his sharp teeth at you to try and get a reaction out of you when going in for a kiss

-But you kiss him anyway, bc, cmon. Those teeth are 😮‍💨

-ANYWAY, he gives me cuddle bug vibes

-Like if he really wants to, he’ll hold you as tight as he can without killing you and kiss you all over your face

-TALL BOI

-So he prob likes it when you have to get on your tip toes to kiss him

-will stand up completely straight just to see you struggle to reach him

-He also loves it when he rests his chin on your head after a kiss

-Doesn’t mind kissing in a public setting and doesn’t care about getting teased from the other pastas

-Soooo, if he’s sitting down, expect to be pulling onto his lap from time to time

-Only if ur ok with it tho

-He doesn’t like to see you uncomfortable in any way

-A sucker for giving you kisses on your neck

-He just gives that vibe that he’s into neck kisses yknow?

-keeps his claws sway from you as you two kiss (he doesn’t wanna hurt you on accident)

🎨 Bloody Painter 🖌️

-More likely than not, you’d have to be the one to initiate a kiss from him

-It’s very very very rare for him to be the one to kiss you first in a day

-Though when he does kiss you first, know it’s super meaningful

-He struggles to show affection due to his upbringing

-I also feel like his kisses would always be short but sweet

-But if your the one to initiate a kiss, he’ll definitely be very passionate about it

-Even if he doesn’t initiate kisses all that much

-He likes to just be leaning or be pressed up against you

-Like when watching a movie on a couch or something

-He’ll prob just use you as a back rest lol

-I also feel like he isn’t the biggest fan of neck kisses but also doesn’t mind them

-Although he’ll never admit it, he adoresss it when you kiss him on his forehead

-It’s just so domestic to him it feels great

-Especially when you rub his arms up and down as you do it

-He’ll quite literally melt but try his best to keep his composure

[minlahzz]

Silver Relationship Headcanons.

requested.

yo! this is apart of a very biiig request that I've procrastinated with for a long time. I think this is the time I can write, since it's my break. trying to get the hang of things is hard, please bare with me! I don't have ANY of my old themes aside from the divider and pictures, sooooo it may look unaesthetic/horrifying until I decide to fix something. even if they didn't request this, this is also gift to @amethiosspouse !!

— NOTE LOWERCASE INTENDED.

silver is… complicated. some people might think he’s cold and distant, but he’s really just guarded and doesn’t know how to express himself. he’s not the type to be overly affectionate, but his loyalty runs deep. if he’s with you, he means it. silver wouldn't just date anybody because of hersays or looks, he'd have to KNOW and like somebody forrealsies.

he'd most likely be with a person who is patient, but not a pushover. silver respects strength and independence, but he doesn’t want someone who’ll bulldoze over his opinions either. he values emotional maturity—he needs someone who can handle his quiet moments without taking them personally. sometimes he just needs some peace and quiet.

silver's love language is quality time, he has a soft spot for quiet moments together. just sitting in silence, watching the stars or listening to the sounds of the forest, is his idea of quality time.

sneasel is always around. it’s like glue. like its trainer sneasel doesn’t trust people easily, so earning its approval is a big deal. once you do, though, it’ll start bringing you random “gifts” (like berries or shiny rocks).

but just because you're dating him doesn't mean it's all sunshine and rainbows, like I said silver is complicated. be patient with him, and understand him for who he is! there are many pros and cons when dating this tomato.

there are many pros he has, silver is mature and that's what makes him a good partner.

he’s fiercely protective. silver might not always say the right thing, but his actions speak volumes. if you’re in trouble, he’ll be there, no questions asked. you've got your own batman.

he’s surprisingly thoughtful. he remembers little details about you, like your favorite food or your favorite ice cream flavor. it’s his way of showing he cares. silver is attentive, he listens to people even when it looks like he isn't. he'd listen to your complaints and responds to it with clear answers.

silver will always help you, if you're a trainer he'll tell you tips you've never heard of. if you wanna battle, you've got yourself one!

there's never a perfect character, silver has alot of cons and things to consider. he's still his own person, and sometimes there are things you can't control.

silver struggles with vulnerability. it’s hard for him to open up, and sometimes it feels like he’s keeping you at arm’s length. no matter how close you guys are, there will always be something he will keep private.

it takes him a long time to truly trust someone, and even when he does, there’s a part of him that’s always prepared for betrayal. this can lead to moments where he questions your intentions, even if you’ve done nothing wrong.

when things get tough, silver’s instinct is to deal with it alone. he doesn’t mean to shut you out, but it can leave you feeling like you’re not part of his life during the moments that matter most.

his intensity can be intimidating. he doesn’t mean to come off as harsh, but he’s not great at softening his words.

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over all 7/10 he’s loyal, protective, and will stick by you through thick and thin, but his emotional unavailability and trust issues make the relationship a lot of work. if you’re patient and willing to deal with this, he’s worth it—but don’t expect a fairy-tale romance. expect a cynthia champion battle difficulty romance... do you get it? (probably not)

[milkymora]

If it's okay can I have some Azusa Mukami headcanons?

✧ azusa mukami - headcanons ✧

hi, sure thing, here they come! i had a lot of fun writing these, although i got so sad to think about his appearance... nevertheless, i hope these will be of your liking. credits of the pics used to their respective owners on pinterest! enjoy ^◡^

(edit: guys this post was flagged as “possible mature content” and looking back at it i think it’s because of the description of azusa’s body... should i have put a tw for malnutrition? maybe this triggered someone, i should’ve thought about it more deeply before posting it🤦🏻‍♀️ i’m so sorry, i’m gonna remove that part from the hdcs.)

ꞝ his childhood.

azusa’s demeanor could’ve been described as pretty much the calmer of the mukamis. he’s always been a quiet boy, who didn’t speak much unless talked to;

contrary to what one may think though, that didn’t really make him an introvert. azusa was (and is) a people lover, he enjoyed spending time with other kids, whether it was to play games or simply stay with one another without really doing much. he just loved company.

indeed, after meeting his brothers, he totally clinged to each one of them for different reasons. to ruki when he needed to hear wise words and seek reassurance, to kou when he wanted to play around and with yuma when he wanted to feel somewhat “protected”.

ꞝ his appearance.

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his visage could be described as a poem. azusa has one of the most beautiful faces of all the diaboys, with his soft features that makes him look friendly and welcoming... and much less dangerous than the others, although his numerous scars.

his lips are thin, his cheeks always rosy. he’s got a slightly hooked nose and almond, azure lilac eyes with long lashes. he’s very androgynous, kids often struggle to understand his sex. they only get it after noticing his very pronounced adam’s apple.

ꞝ his likes.

studying. this boy is a curious soul since his early years; he loves diving into all kinds of books, novels... he particularly loves kids books to the core, his absolute favorite being “the little prince”. he finds comfort in children’s tails, it heals something within him everytime he adds another piece to his collection.

not only reading, though. i strongly believe he also has a weakness for writing, too. he has a personal diary which he uses both to write his personal feelings and create his own fictional stories. it’s a secret talent of his and undoubtedly his biggest passion.

aquariums, art museums and libraries are his top three favorite spaces. aquariums being on top of the list due to his love for water animals. he’s obsessed with fish.

ꞝ his dislikes.

hot weather is such a nuisance to him, he detests sweating so much, it drives him crazy. he’s much more of a winter guy.

debates. whether it is at school or with his brothers, or anyone else really, he just hates them so much. not because he doesn’t have opinions– not at all, he’s actually very smart and has a surface knowledge on pretty much anything... still, he doesn’t enjoy the sort of adrenaline/pression debating gives him. it makes him anxious.

too narrow spaces. he’s pretty claustrophobic, he needs to be outdoors often, or else he might literally have a meltdown.

ngl, i had other hdcs in mind for him but i didn’t wanna write too much. i’d love to talk about his close relationship with his brothers and dig deeper into his past before meeting them, i love the mukamis, they’re the bests.

✧ dl navigation. masterlist.