#but when nobody has treated you wrong but instead you yourself are the cause of all of the bad things then WELL FUCK ME

[11rosebunny]

How they are crushing

Haruka Sakura

He is the shyest person you'll ever be around. Once finally bumping into him in the street, he immediately recognized you from the other day, and till then, the two of you continued to bump into each other to the point where it became so normal.

The others caught on how Sakura was the one who began to constantly reach out to you first, after having exchanged numbers.

He usually stutters every now and then but quickly covers it by simply speaking faster. When he speaks faster it's easy for one to just assume he only stuttered because he was talking too fast. He surely just wasn't nervous. or anything like that...

For the most part, he's able to keep himself together, while at the same time trying to give hints. Very poor hints though.

Nirei and Tsugeura tried to give him advice, but coming from those two, was his worst decision ever yet.

Aside from communication, his body language is a dead give away. He tends to shift a lot and move around in hopes of shaking off his jitters, that's when people noticed his behaviour whenever you were around and ultimately, that's how Tsubaki was the first one to know.

Hajime Umemiya

He's not as obvious as you think he is. Many people didn't catch on but very few people did like Hiragi and Tsubaki.

Everyone is aware he treats everyone with the same respect and with that friendly manner of his, even so, Hiragi noticed whenever you came around in a large group setting, Umemiya would drop nearly everything to come greet you first and reel you into the place. He tends to get more talkative when you're around which caused others to notice but brushed it off.

When speaking to you, he forces to make eye contact with you in his head. He might even stare so hard to the point where it becomes awkward and you end up looking away. He remains keeping eye contact whenever he's speaking to you, if you're speaking, or if you're just doing something when he's around.

Sometimes, a tint of blush can be seen if you focus on his face close enough.

When it comes to his body language, he is oddly always around you it's very interesting. The weirdest part is, he doesn't even notice it half of the time until Hiragi had pointed it out for him.

"Umemiya, is something wrong?" You asked the tall male.

He looked back at you confused, "What do you mean?"

"...Why're you... watching me eat?"

He also has the courtesy of carrying any of your belongings, either it being your bag, books, laptop, groceries, anything.

Toma Hiragi

Everyone finds it odd how it looks like he's a guard dog protecting you everywhere you go.

Since then after saving you, the both of you began to hang out after school, till it turned into hanging out on weekends to hanging out at any chance you two have.

He may not show it, but he becomes more playful when it's just you two alone which no one has ever seen him act like. Instead of his hardcore language, he tones it down for the sake of you which you didn't even know yourself until you saw how he began to scold the younger grades from his school.

This a secret but he began regretting how intense his looks are, because of that, he turned to hair care, shaving properly, and dressing nicely. It even came to a point where Umemiya laughed at him causing him to roughly yell at his friend.

It's rare for him to get shy, because of that his communication with you seems normal when he talks with anyone else.

Having said that, nearly nobody found out he was crushing on you.

Ren Kaji

After meeting him being separated for years apart the two of you finally calmed down, and instead of your old bickering, the two of you were unexpectedly awkward with each other for the first few weeks of seeing each other.

Believe it or not, the both of you eventually went back to your rivalry.

To the others, they thought you two kept flirting.

Even so, the others would notice how much quieter he'd grow when he would spot you from across the street or had caught up in a close encounter with you.

Hell, even when he had to speak to you, a light dust of pink would cover his ears.

But because the both of you lived right next to each other, your families didn't make it better.

The both of your families constantly chatted and exchanged items if they needed it, and sometimes, they'd send you to give them what they needed and they'd send Kaji to your doorstep to hand you an item. The both of you hated it.

Taiga Tsugeura

He is very embarrassing.

He is the worst one out of everyone when keeping it a secret that he likes someone. The moment he asked for your number, they all knew.

The moment he sees you he instantly drops all his attention and throws it onto you. He becomes more lively if he wasn't before and tends to smile a lot.

What's even better for him in his opinion, now he has another better reason to workout.

He doesn't really understand how physical and louder he gets when he's around you, always being the first one to sit beside you, get you whatever you need, do whatever you say, it's almost amusing for the others to see. Nirei makes notes on the way he acts sometimes because some of them are unbelievable.

Needless to say, his a pocket full of sunshine.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Lover boy out of all of them. He's so smooth it's very attractive at how he's able to swoon you.

He turns to be more gentle with his words and body language, even when touching you, he does it ever to lightly to be respectful. It amazes you how a teenage boy like him knows how to be gentle.

Extremely well with his words, he likes to make you feel included whenever speaking to you, even if you're not generally in the conversation.

He does the same thing as Umemiya, taking hold of your bags and anything you're holding when he's around you, he's a gentleman after all.

Hayato Suo

Nearly everyone that knows the both of you are shocked at how well you treat each other.

On the side note, Suo had already been comfortable talking with you in any manner and touching you in any kind manner, you two had known each other since kids so it wasn't awkward. It wasn't until Highschool where he began catching feelings and sadly, you failed to notice them due to already being very close to him.

He started to wait for you everyday to walk you to school, which you thought was just a kind friendly gesture, especially because you two didn't see each other as much as before.

He began to occasionally ask you to go out for a small hang out which ended up turning into weekly hangouts at least once or twice a week, this is when his group of friends had spotted you two in the wild.

This boy dresses in clothing that he think will charm you, and tends to tidy himself up to look more presentable in front of you.

Small things like cleaning up after your mess when you go out to eat, ordering for you, paying for your things, holding your items, listening to you speak.

[rinbowaman]

WHAT IS UR OPINION ABT THIS HEE😣😣😣 He is so attractive!!!! and the ERGHH BICEPS💪💪💪 IM REALLY WEAK WHEN IT COMES TO THIS🧘🧘

btw how are U😁

Warning; extreme non/dub con content below. This is a little one shot within the TO series (ongoing) I would highly recommend you read the chapters of TO (The Otherside) before reading this, otherwise you might just get confused. This is heavy duty yandere love. Mentions of murderer/serial killer (if you know…you know).

You threw everything you could grip your hands on. Smashing all of his collectables on the floor, you rampaged his entire studio apartment and tore everything in sight. What else was new? You snapped…again.

“Are you done?” He asks as he stands with his arms crossed, not even bothered by the amount of damaged you had just caused.

You breathe out heavy pants as he smears away the glistening beads of tears from your cheeks. Why did he have to do this to you? Why can’t he just let you go? Why did he have to do all those terrible things, yet claim it is all out of his unyielding love and affection? Is being forced on and contained away from the world really love? You don’t know anymore. It’s been so long since you saw fresh faces, and heard different voices, apart from his friends; the cannibal and the rapist. You fell into a state of hopelessness and gave in, even after jumping back and trying to fight it once more. But just as usual, he stands tall and defiant, with that damn smirk on his face. He knows he will win at the end. The man who saved you from being butchered by your original captor, has become the one who holds the key to your freedom and the life you once had. He, your savior, he took it all away from you. You don’t know which one is the lesser of two evils. After being forced upon time after time, hearing his whispers of love and obsession as he grunts in your ear and pounds into you relentlessly and making you scream, not out of fear or hatred…you wish it were that. Instead, he made you scream out of pleasure and yearning for more. He made you desire for more of it, and when after each session was finished, you fell into a state of regret and hated yourself. You hate yourself for caving in and holding on to him as he finished off deep inside your body while he tenderly kisses you, taking full advantage of your mind and soul being lost and confused from the isolation. You don’t even know who you are anymore. What can be done? Other than to oblige by his words. You finally give a slight nod as you started to sob once more.

“Good.” He merely responds as he chuckles, stroking his thumb over your quivering lips as he affectionately shushes you. “You’re just tired. Don’t worry, we’ll get a house with a nice yard for you to play in. You just need some air.”

A yard? A funking yard?! Why does he do this to you? Can’t he see that this was so wrong? Why is he being so blind and nonchalant?

“I love you.” He cuts your thoughts mid way and presents you his hands forming a heart shape. “I love you so much. Nobody is going to hurt you or try and take you away. I won’t let anyone do harm to you, okay? Now…”

He wipes your tears and shushes your lips once more. “I’ll take you outside for some air, maybe even get you a treat…but you have to be good and calm. You know the rules baby. You going to be a good girl? Hm?”

You begrudgingly nodded. He won…like always. What could you do? Even when he took you out, there was no chance of escape, not with his cunning little gadgets he had custom made to keep you connected to him, or tracked. God forbid if you started to cry or scream out for help, the first time he took you out, roughly three months in your captivity, you made the dire mistake of trying to reach out to a local police officer, in which Heeseung effortlessly dismissed as he lied to the officer and claimed he had just picked you up from the hospital and that you were feeling the affects of some narcotic medications. He proved it by cunningly having a forged prescription already in hand. He already knew and planned for anything you may have had up in your sleeve, that slick bastard. After providing the false prescription to the officer, you paid for your mistake regretfully. He left you in a sealed room and darkened room for days, maybe even weeks. Each moment he came to check on you, it was to bend you over on his lap to spank you, but not in the way that may seem alluring. You were in so much pain, the sting was unbearable, thank God there weren’t any marks, though he made sure of that since he didn’t want to ruin your pretty little skin, just wanted you to understand the pain of you breaking the rules. If it wasn’t the spanking, it was him using his little toys on you, causing you extreme pain from overstimulation as he repeatedly tied you up and fiddled with your cavity until the soreness caused you to cry out and apologize.

He grabs your jacket and places it over your shoulders. “It’s a little windy babe.” He smirks once more. “Let’s go out for a walk, and get you a pastry. After that we’ll come home and clean you up, and if you’re still good we’ll watch a movie. Would you like that?” An eerie smile forms on his heart shaped lips. You step back out of fear as his eyes darkened and his laugh grows louder and malicious. Oh no…not that….anything but that side of him. For a moment, through his calm demeanor you forgot the real side of your savior.

“Let’s come back and watch a movie, I’ve got so many homemade films baby.” His wicked countenance hinted at what those films were. He made you watched them before…the films of when he brought you here and raped you, yet you succumbed to the pleasures and begged him to keep going. You hated those films, yet he loved watching and pointing out how you were desperate for him to keep going. “Let’s watch them snd listen in to how you kept begging for my dick to scramble your insides. Maybe it will get you wet enough so we can make another one.” He tugs on your waist as you try to peel yourself away. “Yes baby. You love it when I fuck you and bounce you on it. Don’t you?”

“No!!”

He begins to tear your blouse apart. “You love it when I suck on your tits and lick your neck.”

“Stop!! No!! Don’t!!!!”

“You love it when I make you cream on my dick.”

“Noooooo!!!!! Stop!! I don’t want this!!! Let go! Stop!”

………………

*squeak squeak squeak*

“Ugh! Ffffff-uck!”

“Yeah? You fucking like that baby?”

“Mmmmm….!”

“You want me to go in deeper?”

“Uuuuuugh…!”

“Say it, you beautiful bitch.”

“D-deep…deeper!”

“Yeah? That feel good y/n?”

“Y-yes!…oh God yes…”

“Come here baby, let’s fuck you harder.”

[vinaxxo]

17+ | I want you in my bed 🩶 (song by millionaires)

A/N: I live tomas. I laugh tomas. I love tomas. I wanna treat this beautiful man to dinner, and i want him to *********** my ***** and *************. This came out longer than expected, oops! LISTEN TO THE SONG. If you listened to it tell me in the comments!!

I think Tomas would really appreciate your help. Lucky for him, YOU ALL BOUT THAT!!! (you should be if you’re reading this)

CONTENT: nsfw, fem reader. we’re all pervs, next.

Tomas had the longest day. During training, recruits screwed up drills, causing Bi han to punish them all with even more taxing ones– to which he had to demonstrate and practice with the other ninjas ten times as hard.

While he was sparring with Kuai Liang, Tomas missed more than a few hits that would’ve been guaranteed had he been in top shape. Not that he isn’t now, but off days are inevitable, as nobody is perfect.

Tomas, frustrated, silently headed to the bathroom near his quarters, hoping to wash the day down the drain.

As the water ran down his toned back and arms, he let his head roll, completely forgetting about the plans he made with you to grab dinner at Madame Bo’s. The water soothed Tomas for a while before the frustration came clawing right back at him. He turned the water off soon after washing his body with a sigh.

After finishing your work for the day, you refresh yourself with a quick bath and fix up your appearance. You’d die before you let Tomas see you looking crazy, as if he hasn’t seen you beat up and disheveled after a fight. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good for him, he’s your biggest crush. Everything from the way he walks to talks has you leaping over the moon, and you wonder if he notices. You don’t think he has. Even if he’s teased you back before, you were never sure if he was flirting or not.

You checked your phone, which read 10. Tomas said he’d come by to get you, but it’s been at least thirty minutes after the time you both agreed on. You hope that he didn’t forget, but you open messages and send him a text. He’s been good at keeping up with newer technology with your help, cutely enough. You wait a little for a response, but nothing comes through.

Maybe Lin Kuei territory cell service isn’t the best? Shit.

Since you know where Tomas stays in the temple, you take it upon yourself to meet him at his quarters. He could be sleeping, which makes your steps unintentionally light as you approach his door. Dim light came from under the heavy wood, further fueling your curiosity.

The door made no noise as it was pushed aside, revealing Tomas on his bed. No shirt on, dick in hand, Tomas panted as he stroked himself, dying for any type of relief. It was beyond concerning that he didn’t notice you— he must’ve really been off his game. Not knowing what the fuck to do, you stand there and blush, feeling your heart beat in your head… and core.

“Damn it.” he huffed, letting go of his dick and running a hand through his hair. Tomas finally looked at you for a second before his eyes widened, face paling, and he immediately shoved a pillow into his lap. He wished his abilities would make him disappear without hesitation, but he was frozen.

He looked almost defeated. He was at a loss for words, but you weren’t that far off his wavelength. Tomas’ rosy blush from a moment ago returned, and he met your eyes again. His expression was bashful, but not as much as you’d expect from him.

“...How long have you been there?” he asked, clutching the pillow.

You respond quickly, not wanting silence to overcome you both again. “Not that long…” You feel bad for doing him like this, but really, this has got to be your biggest break. You can’t miss such an opportunity! (Fuck dinner when you can have Tomas instead.)

“I can help… if you want me to,” You offer with a sheepish smile, stepping into the room and letting the door slide closed behind you. Tomas looks you up and down with those silver eyes, and you can see his fist tighten its grip on the pillow, his knuckles going white. He studies you hard, weighing all the possibilities in his head. He’s tired and unsatisfied, but you could be the solution to that… He briefly wondered why he hadn't approached you before.

Though his mouth didn’t move, his eyes said everything for him. He wanted you to help. He needed you to help. He needed you. Taking his silence as a yes, you crawl onto the bed and put your hand on his, slowly moving that pesky pillow out of your way. He hissed at the chill of the air as his cock twitched, looking down at his lap before making eye contact with you again, this time with a lustful glint in his eye.

He placed his hands on the bed by his sides, lounging back slightly, watching you like a hawk. You reposition yourself and kneel, taking his dick into your hand and giving it a teasing stroke, to which Tomas’ breath hitched. Your body was thrumming with anticipation.

All you’ve ever wanted was to kneel before Tomas like this and show him how much you wanted him; he was so big, and feeling the weight of his cock made your underwear stickier than it already was. Tomas was sensitive because of his previous attempts to try cumming, so every touch you gave him made his cock twitch even more.

Without any warning, you went down on him with your drooling mouth, humming in delight when one of his surprisingly soft hands buried itself in your hair. He groaned, letting his brows become furrowed as he got used to the feeling around his cock. Your mouth was sucking him in so tight. It was like lava the way it made him feel like he was fucking melting.

“It’s so warm,” Tomas moaned and bit his lip, slightly moving his hips closer to your mouth. You gagged slightly, struggling to take him to the base in one go as your hands wandered to his thigh. Tomas felt his dick throb again as you lowered your head, and it was hard for him to not just manhandle you in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to push your head down further on his cock, but he decided to be gracious for your sake. He’d feel a little bad if your throat ended up being sore because of his greed. How sweet of him, right?

As you started to bob your head, lewd wet noises sounded through the room mixed with Tomas’ heavenly moans. They weren’t overly loud, but the edge to them added to the satisfaction you got from pleasing him. Your saliva and his precum made his dick glisten in the warm light as you hollowed out your mouth, earning you a grunt.

“Ugh..!” Tomas whined, gripping your hair tighter as he started feeling lightheaded. His hips were starting to involuntarily buck up into your mouth, which you welcomed with a moan of your own. He was starting to lose it, and bad. As his mind started to swirl with more and more filthy thoughts, he found it impossible to be gentlemanly any longer.

“I’m sorry—“ was all he murmured before he started moving your mouth up and down on his cock, releasing his loudest groan yet. It felt too good, the stress he felt from earlier dissipated completely as his mind turned numb from the way you gave him head. He never knew how much he’d been missing out on until this moment. Your beautiful face choking on his cock, sticky fluids coating your lips, your eyes glossy and glittering, he couldn’t have asked for a better sight.

You eagerly returned his greed with your own, choking briefly and breathing through your nose before swirling your tongue where you could while sucking on his dick harder than before. Tomas’ head and eyes rolled back as he swore in what you presumed to be czech. He looked so sexy like this, your fantasies could never compare to the real thing. You were getting wetter by the second. Tomas tried to keep his voice down, not wanting his brothers or any passerby to suspect anything, but it was hard. Really hard.

Before he knew it, your scalp was being tugged on enough to make you feel a burn— Tomas was signaling that he was close without saying a word. His pants grew a little faster as his thigh muscles clenched under your hands, and his eyes were lidded as they looked down at you.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum—” Tomas grunted, trying to pull your head off. How unclean would he be if he let himself release into your mouth? He only ever imagined it in his own fantasies, but he was under the impression that you wouldn’t like his cum in your throat. That’s why he was surprised by your resistance as you kept your pretty lips suctioned around the head of his dick. His expression was confused for a moment before it melted back into pleasure as his high came over him like a tidal wave.

He came in your mouth with a another grunt, the huge load leaking from your lips. You took in a breath after pulling off, the sticky strings connecting your tongue to his cock still keeping you both together in a way. Tomas put a hand in his hair and eyed you down, partly speechless.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” He asked, cracking his cute, classic smile. He was trying not to look at your lips that were still connected to his tip with the white strings of his cum— he’d be damned if he got hard in front of your face.

You licked your lips and playfully squeezed his thighs, silently admiring the solid muscle they carried.

“Just now.”

Tomas’ brow raised. You really never gave any head before? That was the best thing he’s ever felt. You ruined his hand for him. He then noticed the way you observed him with your eyes, the way you pawed at him, the way your thighs were squeezed together… fuck. His dick stood right back up against his will, which was the queue you were waiting for.

“I’m assuming you can help me with this too?” Tomas asked, letting himself pull you into his lap. He looked up at you curiously, allowing his hands to rub your lower back and trace the skin there. He sent shivers down your spine, made you weak in the knees— you couldn’t believe this was happening right now.

“Yeah… I can help.” You manage to say meekly, suddenly feeling shy under Tomas’ gaze. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel like jelly, helpless to his effortless charm. He allowed his back to rest against the pillows, giving you the chance to do what you want. His hands, however, never left your body.

Eagerly but nervously, you pull your pants off and discard them, revealing dark gray lace. You forgot you had that pair on, immediately feeling heat rush to your ears. Tomas was never supposed to see your panties tonight, even if you did wear them because you were planning to have dinner with him.

Tomas tore his eyes off your underwear to smirk up at you, even being bold enough to snap the hem of them against your hip.

“Did you wear these for me?” He chuckled, bringing your hips down so you sat in his lap once more. When he pulled you down, your hands automatically planted themselves on his chest. It was soft, yet firm, you realized. A perfect match.

“My color looks good on you. Would you be mad if I told you I wanted to see you in these again?” Tomas peered at you with a mischievous smile, insinuating that he wanted to do stuff like this again with you in the future.

Susceptible to his mere existence, you nodded your head, letting him guide your clit to his cock. You started to grind against him, the wet spot on your underwear growing at a rapid pace. Tomas bit his lip and helped you, the delicious friction of fabric making his cock leak like crazy. As your low moans rang in his ears, he felt something inside of him snap. He needed to hear more.

Tomas pulled your panties aside and slid his middle finger up your cunt, surprised at how easy it went in. “You’re so wet,” he commented incredulously, looking at you for answers as he was able to slide in another thick finger. You whimpered above him, grinding yourself down on his fingers as all your inhibitions melted away.

“I wanted you so bad…” you mumbled, pussy clamping down on whatever he gave you. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. You really couldn’t wait any longer, the need to beg for more bubbled in your throat. Tomas blushed a little at your confession, feeling the heat rise in his stomach. His dick was aching to be touched again.

“Just let me on it already, Tomas, please,” you sniveled, already pulling his hand from your cunt and holding his dick. He didn’t object as your sopping pussy lowered onto his cock, swallowing it into your warmth. Tomas swore in czech again, this time a short string of different words, grabbing your ass with both hands on either side.

“Ngh, so tigh—“ cutting him off with a kiss as you easily let him bottom out, you both moan against each other’s lips. He gropes at the soft skin of your ass as you run your hands over his chest, letting your tongue play with his while your hips start to move back and forth in his lap.

This sensation made him bite your lip, enjoying the small sound you make when he does. He could feel his cock twitch between your velvety walls, ugh, he could never go back to his pathetic hand after this. Not after he’s had a taste of heaven.

When you reposition your legs at Tomas’ sides to get a more stable position, you feel him easily lift you up just to pull you right back down on his cock. It pulled two loud moans from you both as you got drunk off each other. Tomas felt his greed take the reins again as he helped you to start bouncing on his big dick— you were really starting to feel the stretch now. He was thick, and even with how wet you were, the strain on your pussy made you shake.

Sparing you the work like the sweetheart he is, he helped you ride him at a faster pace, causing you both to make more noise adding to the sounds of your sloppy cunt gushing around his dick. It felt unbelievably amazing, the way he massaged your walls and repeatedly rammed into your weak spot.

You weighed nothing to Tomas, so moving your body up and down quickly like a doll came easy. He watched your face as he dug his nails into your hips, memorizing every expression of ecstasy you made.

If nobody in the temple heard you both before, they sure did now. Tomas fucked up your insides like there was no tomorrow and you couldn’t escape him if you tried— not that you ever wanted to. You tried kissing him again only to be get open mouthed messy ones, your tongues being the only thing that could keep you both close together. Tomas groaned against your lips when you put your hands in his hair, your tits pushing up against his pecs as you did so.

Tomas never wanted to leave this moment. You got him addicted to this feeling, there’s no way he’d ever turn back. His cock was being squeezed and fucked so well, he felt his orgasm creeping up on him earlier than he expected. Oh well, that's what more rounds are for, right?

“T-Tomas, I’m g-gonna cum!” you whined, squealing when he started to slam you down on his dick even faster. He was kissing your cervix at this point, he’ll probably leave it bruised! As you babbled to him about your impending orgasm, Tomas nipped and kissed your neck after he sat up, his cock starting to twitch once again deep inside your pussy.

“L-Let’s cum together, just cum with me,” Tomas said breathlessly, rolling his hips up into you. You saw stars, Tomas’ voice commanding you with ease. As soon as your core clenched tightly and spasmed around his cock, he came, spurting his thick, hot cum up into your cunt.

He groaned loudly and panted again afterwards, the spasms of your pussy milking him dry as his release oozed down his cock from your entrance. You shook and whined in his ear, struggling to control how your body trembled in Tomas’ arms. He held you closer to him and stole your incoming thoughts away with a sensual kiss.

Not even a second after said kiss, you felt Tomas’ cock harden again inside you, and he gave you a wry smile. He wasn’t done, as he had so much pent up energy from even before today. You were in for a long night. Not that you minded, you always wanted to provide for Tomas, because you’re madly in love with him— and now you know he’s madly in love with you.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms.

[cactiandtumbleweeds]

Demanding (Mahito x Reader)

I was challenged to write the softest Mahito I could. I might try it against at some other point but for now, enjoy this:

CW: None

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You felt his weight against your back while waiting in line; arms slithered their way around your front and long hair cascaded over your shoulders, tickled your cheek as it fell. You laughed a little at the unexpectedness and tilted your face to the side.

“I told you it wouldn’t be long until we saw each other again.”

“You’re going to make me look insane,” you whispered, all too aware of the crowd around you – none of them could see the man leaning so heavily against you, nor hear his words.

“Why do you care? It’s not like any of these people matter to you.” Mahito brought his lips close to your ear, fully aware of the gooseflesh he caused. “And would they really be so wrong?”

You shrugged a little with your free arm. “Maybe not. I am taking to myself, after all.”

Sometimes you wondered if it could be all in your imagination – wrapped up in the arms of man nobody but yourself could see. Then again, you’d seen him interact with the world around you and you’d had to remove his hair from the shower drain frequently enough to believe he was, at the very least, real in some way.

A man jostled his way past you, making you wince. Mahito’s grip tightened, pulling you closer into him. “You don’t want to be here. You should just leave – look at how uncomfortable it makes you.”

“I can’t. A friend has work and I owe him one. He loves this idol so much; I have to get him one of those signed poster things. I won’t be long.”

“Well, rather than wait here for ages, you can steal one off somebody leaving.”

You shook your head though the warmth of his voice when he lowered it always managed to pull a smile from your lips. “You’re an awful influence, do you know that?”

He chuckled. “I’m not. Who decides if something is bad or not anyway?”

“Stealing is wrong?”

“Accourding to who?”

“Me.”

He sighed dramatically as though you could actually stop him from doing something. How does one explain the concept of right and wrong to a creature whose entire life spoke of the latter. Something abnormal formed from the hatred pulsing between people.

Yet still a being you allowed to drape himself over your shoulders and whisper awful into your ears with no complaint. Maybe he really had a point about your sanity.

You leaned back against him, trying to make sure you didn’t appear strange as you did so. He played with the hem of your shirt, chilled fingers slipping beneath to the skin there.

“I was busy thinking while you were away,” he hummed. “And I’ve decided what I want to transfigure you into. You would do so well.”

“Really?”

The teasing brush of his fingers turned to a full palm, pressed flush to your hip bone. “Yes. I want to carry you around with me all the time so I’m going shrink you all the way down. Then I’d never have to worry about where you are.”

Your pulse quickened a little at the treat but instead of moving away, you shifted your weight and pushed against his hand. If he’d been human, you would have worried about his circulation. No matter what you did, he never warmed up.

“I think if you wanted to, you would have transfigured me already.”

“What if I only decided that I wanted to do it today? Imagine how all these people would scream when they noticed.”

“Then do it. If you really want to.”

He chuckled and thought about it for a few seconds. Several very drawn-out seconds where you wondered whether or not you trusted the curse enough.

And then he laughed, soft and low in your ear. He released the press against your side and went back to tracing circles over your waist. “Maybe not yet. I want to find a way to keep your pretty face intact first. I like looking at you too much.”

“Well, the best way to do that is leave me in my human form.”

He pressed a small kiss against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “But you’d be so cute, you know. And you’d be even better than any other I’ve ever made.”

“It’s so sad you’ll never get to see me that way then.”

“I could.”

“You won’t.”

It may be arrogant of you but the confidence you’d gained around the curse grew with each passing day. Maybe it would lead to your death eventually but maybe… just maybe it would be worth it in some way.

After all, you couldn’t say Mahito’s company or attentions were unwelcome.

The line continued to move forward and you a step, practically dragging the curse behind you.

“Why are you hanging off me?”

“I want you to carry me.”

“I can’t. Not now at least.”

The man standing in front of you turned slightly, frowning over his shoulder. You made a vague gesture, pretending to tap a non-existent earphone as an explanation. One day, you should buy an actual one to excuse how often you speak to yourself.

It got embarrassing to be stared at.

Mahito sighed dramatically. “How boring.”

“I know. The waiting in line thing is awful which is why I didn’t invite you in the first place. I knew you’d be done after a few seconds.”

“Then let’s just go home and do something more fun. Look, I’ve already got what you needed.”

You turned, confused to see a third appendage wrap around your waist, holding a signed poster before you. Mahito’s pride smile only grew.

“Who did you steal that from?”

“Somebody who’s already long gone. Come on, we can just go back to the house and do something fun.” His eyes danced with excitement and you sighed, unable to deny him anything when he looked up at you from beneath lowered lashes.

“Fine, but it’s still not right.”

“Mm, if you say so.”

[gayleviticus]

people can take and twist arguments about how being non-LGBT-affirming causing suffering is OK bc christian life is about taking up your cross and denying yourself and blah blah blah, and it can become a bit of a dead-end arguing with people who while looking do not see and while hearing do not listen, but to take it a bit further, i think that like,

ok, we can admit the importance of carrying your cross. nobody is an absolutist on this issue; nobody (reasonable) thinks that we should avoid activism and fighting for a noble cause and protecting others just because we ourselves might suffer in the process, we can all agree noble sacrifices to protect others' lives are good. on the other hand, nobody (reasonable) thinks self-harm is inherently good because its noble endurance of suffering.

but that's thinking about it from a personal perspective, where *I* need to accept my suffering to glorify God. what about in terms of a 'how do we treat others?' perspective? The NT places extensive emphasis on the importance of living by the Spirit, of becoming more like God in our love and care for one another, and of developing the fruits of the Spirit against which there is no law. So it seems to me that God is invested in people developing morality through deepening in virtue and attentiveness to others' struggles and suffering, *not* in people's ability to exegete texts. Texts inform our understanding of what's right for sure (1 Timothy iirc says scripture provides 'training in righteousness'), but God is looking for ability to love others and will their good. God wants us to develop our instincts for doing to others as we would have them do to us, our instincts for being sensitive to others' suffering and for loving others even when we can rationalise it away like the men in the Good Samaritan story who let their own countryman die.

Now with this in mind, the way I see it is - if homosexuality is wrong, then God has set up a situation where he actively wants to damage our moral intuitions. The God who normally wants us to defend the needy and the oppressed, to live by the Golden Rule, to seek love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control, the God who is Love, which we know to be patient and kind, that does not envy or boast or dishonour others or seek its own good, that always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres - that guy has decided, actually, just this once, you guys need to be willing to do to others what you wouldn't have them to do to you, and accept people's pain and suffering, and in fact dismiss it either as LGBT people just fishing for sympathy points or a sad inevitable fact of life. Job's comforters are no longer heretics who spoke wrongly of God, but role models.

Now to be honest, that actually seems crueller than the idea God makes some people gay and then condemns them to lifelong celibacy. It's almost as if God has set some kind of sinister trap to catch people out in their sinful urges of sympathy for others and kindness and compassion. Does it make sense for God, in seeking to sanctify and make us loving and good and holy, to set up a situation where the right choice is to endorse other people's suffering and alienation from God out of fidelity to specific rules? Does it make sense that the one who, when asked the greatest commandment, offered two instead - to love God and to love your neighbour - would now insist actually, loving God means not loving your neighbour in this case?

You can disagree with this, of course. Lots of people would be perfectly fine with the idea that God is deliberately giving us a painful dilemma to show that in the end, no matter what, we obey God even if it means hurting others - appealing to Abraham's sacrifice of Isaac, perhaps, although we forget then that the centrepoint of that story is discovering that God, unlike idols and demons, never truly wanted that of anyone in the first place.

Or perhaps it's not God's fault, but it's just that of the Devil and dealing with moral dilemmas is part of a fallen world. I can see some logic here; we don't want to reduce all our moral problems to 'if one thing is bad, the other must automatically be good.' But at the end of the day it seems a ghastly vision of what God wants for us.

[theambitiouswoman]

Why does nobody love me ? Actually let me elaborate on it for you . I have been a good girl who is friendly with people, I greet them, help them and if they consider me as their friend , I will always be there if they need me but , not just a single person , all the people just turn their backs to me when they have no more favours to be done . I passed my senior secondary school this year and was in my last school for the last four years , I had two girls as my 'besties' , I loved them the most but in the end I found out I was just a timepass person for both of them and everybody else . When they need me , they find me otherwise they won't even know my birthday or wish me . Is there an improvement to be done in my personality or how do I deal with it cause it hurts .

I'm sorry to hear that you're feeling this way. I really am. It can be incredibly painful when it feels like the people around you don't appreciate or reciprocate the love and kindness we give them. Please know that your worth as a person is not defined by how others treat you.

The actions and behaviors of others are not always a reflection of your own value or worthiness of love. Sometimes people can be self-absorbed or take others for granted without realizing the impact of their actions.

Instead of blaming yourself or thinking there's something wrong with your personality, it might be helpful to focus on building healthy relationships with individuals who truly value and appreciate you. I would genuinely advice you to not pour so much love and care onto others without knowing where they stand in your life. You are a great soul, but you cannot abandon yourself. Equally as important, realize that not everyone has the same heart as you. Not everyone deserves the type of love you have to offer.

Sometimes, we crave so much love and affection from others, that we pour too much of ourselves, we depend too much on those relationships emotionally, and end up disappointed when it is not reciprocated.

I used to put everyone before me. I used to want love so much from others that I would do too much. It felt good and natural to me. I wanted to do it. But people would take it for granted. Take me for granted. Use me. I realized that I was making everyone else's life a priority but mine. That I was looking for fulfillment through others because I wasn't taking the time to give myself that fulfillment. That my worth was tied to peoples approval. And people came, and went on with their lives and I would be stuck in the same place.

Learn to live for you. Learn to celebrate yourself. Do things you enjoy. Set boundaries with others. Find love within yourself. Give people a chance to get to know you. You do not have to abandon yourself for the comfort of others in order to have friends. Those are not friends.

Not everyone you encounter will treat you the way you deserve, but there are individuals out there who will appreciate your kindness and friendship.

Please remember that you are worthy of love, kindness, and meaningful connections. You are not alone, and there are people who will appreciate and value you for who you are.

You are very lovable. And I am sure you are loved. Make sure you love yourself more than anyone else first.

[kining-the-evil]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could please write a Jason Dean x child reader?

Like has a baby sister that he takes care of and tries his best to protect her from their dad. Nobody else knows about her but he is the classic big brother takes the role of father and he is super protective and treats her how a father would treat a daughter.

Thank you and sorry if it is confusing

Movie Night Promise

An: I have written this like five times, each with a different idea. I hope you enjoy this. Also, I kinda mess around with the timeline of when Jd’s mom died. Reader is 10 years old, and was a baby when their mother died

Warnings: talk of suicide, mention of murder, a gun is seen but not used. This was my first time writing a Jd x child reader, so I Hope this was ok.

Jd could only think of three people he ever gave a shit about. There was his mom, but he didn’t want to think about that. There was Veronica, which was a dangerous ‘rip your hair out’ kind of love. And finally, there was his sister, y/n.

A baby when he watched his mom died, he felt like he had to protect you. Simply so your dad didn’t cause you to go down a similar path.

So he did anything to keep your life running smoothly. He kept you fed, clean, clothed, and made sure the name ‘Dean’ was as far from you as possible. Last thing he needed was his reputation to follow you around.

“Get up.” He flipped the light on to your room, his patience running out. He tried twice now to be nice and yet here you were, still in bed. When you didn’t move he walked over to your bed and yanked the blanket off.

“Hey!” You sat up straight, glaring at your brother. “What the fucks wrong with you?”

“Don’t fucking swear at me. And I told you to get up almost an hour ago.” He reached down, grabbing the book and flashlight that had been under your blanket. “And if your going to stay up all night, at least do something interesting.”

He started walking out, and you stuck your tongue out at his back. “Kitchen in 10.”

“Kitchen in 10..” you mocked before getting up.

While waiting for you, jd stood in the kitchen smoking a cigarette. He knew it would piss you off, you hated the smell of them.

“You’re gonna kill yourself with those.” You spoke while dragging yourself into the kitchen.

“You aren’t even dressed.”

“It’s Saturday,” you simply stated. “Why did I have to get up again?”

“I’ve got places to be.”

“You mean you want to fuck your girlfriend?”

“What the hell made you think you could talk like that?”

“You.” He simply glared at you, and you glared right back.

“There’s food in the fridge, and don’t fucking leave.” He started to walk away, but stoped when he saw your disappointed face. “How about this, movie night tonight. Then you have an excuse to stay up.”

“Bring me home a slushy and you have a deal.” He shook your hand to make it official before walking away, leaving you alone in the house.

——————

He hurried back into the house, cursing himself. It was almost midnight, and he genuinely hadn’t planed to be out that late. But sex had led to sleeping, then another ‘suicide’. Which of course led to an argument with Veronica and her kicking him out of her house. It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore off that he realized how late it was.

He could hear the tv on, and he prepared himself for the guilt trip the moment he walked in.

“Listen kid, I got a little caught up with something. How about tomorrow we do something like-“ he stoped when he didn’t see you in the living room. Instead his dad was passed out on the couch. Great. He was going to leave, but paused when he saw your book on the couch. Might as well take it up to you, it could be a peace offering.

He grabbed it before going upstairs, keeping it hooked under his arm. He stuck his head into your room, not seeing your form in bed. He continued down the hall to his room, and he found you there. You were wrapped up in one of his blankets, laying on his bed.

“Hey, grabbed your book,” he held it up to show you. He elected to leave the light off and pulled his shoes off before walking towards the bed. Once closer, he noticed you were staring up at nothing. He rolled into bed, laying next to you. “What are we looking at?”

“You won’t ever kill yourself, right?” He hated that the question didn’t surprise him. You asked the same things every time Bud made you watch those damn videos. They sent you into a sort of spiral.

“Na, I’d have to kill you too.”

“That’s not funny,” you snapped. Clearly you weren’t looking for jokes.

“Y/n, I will never leave you alone with that asshole. I don’t care how much I want to die. Got it?” You were quiet, but decided to cuddle next to him. Most of the time he’d push you off, making some stupid joke, but this time he let you.

“You didn’t bring me a slushy.” You finally said, making him chuckle.

“I’ll take you to get one tomorrow,” he promised.

“Not now?”

“Go to sleep.” He ignored your question, letting his own arm wrap around your body.

“Your gun is poking me,” you mumbled. He reached into his jacket to pull it out and threw it on the nightstand.

“If you complain about anything else I’ll send you back to bed.”

“I love you Jason.”

“I love you too y/n.” He didn’t say it often, but you took it any time he did.

[isnt-it-pretty]

WIP #3

I actually plan to finish this one eventually, although I'm not sure when it will happen, so I figured I'd post it.

This is Kaveh and Cyno's first meeting in my childhood friends au!

...

The boy is small where he stands half-hidden behind his guardian, fingers clinging to Professor Cyrus' robes as the adults chat in the doorway of his home. Kaveh can only see a glimpse of his red eyes peeking out from behind the fabric. 

His parents warned him not to get too excited even as Kaveh practically vibrated with anticipation. Cyno is shy, they said, and not used to other children. He doesn't like to be touched so make sure to keep your hands to yourself.

All Kaveh heard was that his potential new playmate is lonely-- a feeling he knows well. 

Very few of Kaveh's peers understand his drawings of pretty buildings or why he bothers using such specific colours on the flowers that surround them instead of doing whatever he wants. He needs the aesthetic to be just right, while his peers prefer rainbows that don't match at all. They think he's odd because of it, and Kaveh wonders if Cyno will think the same. He hopes not-- it would be nice to have a friend. 

The adults move into the sitting room and Kaveh gets his first real look at Cyno as they sit on plush sofas across from one another. His first impression of Cyno being small was true-- he's only a year younger than Kaveh, but he looks even younger. Maybe it's the thinness of his limbs, how short he is, or the way he shrinks back under the adults' attention like he's afraid somebody will hurt him. The sight makes something protective well up in Kaveh's chest. He doesn't like the idea of Cyno being so afraid in his own home, and hates that he might be part of the cause.

Cyrus has tea and treats laid out on the low table set between the two families. He passes Cyno a piece of Kalakand wrapped in a napkin, who accepts it with the quietest thank you Kaveh has ever heard. The square milk-based sweet is messy, but Kaveh loves it, and eagerly takes one when offered. 

Across from him, Cyno eats in silence. His white hair falls before his eyes, obscuring his features. Kaveh picks at his own treat, thinking. 

The entire reason he's here is because Cyno doesn't have many friends. Since he and Kaveh are the same age, their parents decided to introduce them, but Cyno doesn't seem very interested in the idea. It makes Kaveh's stomach twist uncomfortably. What is wrong with him that nobody wants to be his friend?

"Cyno," Cyrus eventually says. His voice is soft, like when Kaveh tries talking to one of the stray cats that live in his neighbourhood. "Why don't you show Kaveh your bedroom? I'm sure he'd like to see your books."

Cyno's head snaps up, his eyes full of abject panic as he stares at his guardian. Kaveh wants to tell him that it's okay, he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to be friends. He doesn't get the chance before his mother pushes him forward, a mirror to Cyrus' gentle urging. 

Eventually, Cyno gives in. He stares at the floor, shoulders tense, and quietly leads Kaveh from the room as the adults' conversation slowly picks up again, the topics light and meaningless. Kaveh can't help but wonder if it's because he and Cyno were there, and whether the discussion will turn more serious when they're out of earshot. Adults dislike talking about certain topics around children, even though Kaveh is eleven now. 

The house is smaller than Kaveh's, and not as clean. It makes sense. Kaveh has both his parents to maintain the house, while Cyno only has Cyrus. He wonders if it's lonely without a mother. 

He knows Cyno is adopted. His parents told him before they came so that he wouldn't be surprised that Cyno and Cyrus don't look the same. Now, Kaveh can only wonder where he came from. His dark skin and white hair are unusual in Sumeru, but Kaveh's parents warned him against asking personal questions. Part of Kaveh wants to ignore that advice. Cyno looks uncomfortable, though, so he doesn't ask. 

Cyno is silent as he walks, his feet not making any sound. He doesn't look back to make sure Kaveh is following, but his shoulders are tense as he listens. It makes Kaveh feel loud. 

They enter a small room. It's smaller than Kaveh's own, but his house is bigger. It certainly has fewer books, though. There's a shelf against one wall full of volumes. Some are leatherbound, others are held together but glue and twine, or have colourful covers. They didn't come from the same source; Cyrus must have worked hard to find them all. Kaveh even recognizes some of the titles, although he doesn't read often. The Akademiya is discouraging it in favour of leaning more on the Akasha. His parents don't like that decision, but they haven't explained why.   

[bloodnroses98]

How would shall we date, blood n roses characters react to their mate being insecure.

I'm just doing season one because that's what I played so far. After I finish playing season 2 I'll make a part 2.

Pictures credit goes to csicsus on deviantart

For anyone who doesn't know blood n roses is app game and I really love it.

Alfred: He would be extremely upset because doubting yourself is doubting him. After calming himself down he would tell you how handsome/beautiful you are to him, to him you are everything to him.

Rupert: He would be understandably upset but unlike his brother he would be more sad than angry , because he doesn't understand why you couldn't see what he sees. He will remind that he chose you and that no matter what he will always choose you.

Raymond: Honestly I see him more disappointed than anything else but he stays calm and tells you how incredible you are. If you end up crying, He will stay with you until you calm down. He loves you more than he ever loved anyone in his life.

Jack: After hearing you are insecure he get very upset. Because in his eyes you are perfect in every way. Once he calms his voice down he will he you gently and tell you how perfect you are to him no matter what you will always be the one for him.

Humphrey: He would be more confused than anything because have you seen yourself? Your perfect. To reassure you he tells he would pick you over anyone.

Spade: He would be quiet for a minute or two thinking a way to respond to you because he doesn't want to say something wrong and upset you more. He eventually sits he holds you until you calm down and he tells you how amazing you are to him. Eventually you start to feel better about yourself and smile causing spade to smile.

Daniel: He would be a bit surprised when you tell him your insecure because your usually a very confident. He would tell you how he couldn't see himself with anyone else. That nobody can compare to you. He tells you how much he loves you and won't ever stop loving you.

Dominik: He would be in complete shock and thinks your insane for think your anything less than perfect. He never saw any of the flaws you claim you have. In fact he's usually the one that's insecure. But the first thing he does is telling you how amazingly handsome/beautiful you are. How he could or would never leave you for anything or anyone in the world. Causing you to smile and kiss him.

Cedric: At first he would be angry but he would end up being sad instead. He's upset because he's always put you on a pedestal and always treated you like the king/Queen you are and doesn't understand how you can feel insecure but he acts fast and tells you how incredible you are how he wouldn't want anyone else.

Bridget: After hearing your insecure she admits sometimes she's insecure and that you have nothing to worry about because in her eyes you are the most perfect person who has ever existed and nothing could make her think otherwise.

[vampirepunks]

Translators screamed about being replaced with AI and nobody listened. Nobody treated them as people who's jobs needed preserving.

But artists get to go on here and complain. Philology students get told to pick a different major cause the job of translator barely exists anymore. Artists whine and complain as if they're the only ones this happened to.

Nobody had the same energy for translators and interpreters; if their jobs are worthless and can be done by a machine, then so is your job.

You know what? You’re right. People should have listened to translators. People should have heard them and fought for them. Those folks work so very hard and they deserved that. I’m so sorry they didn’t get it, I really am. Now, personally I was rather young when that transition happened, so I can’t rightly claim any blame myself in the situation. But hell, every time I hear this particular issue brought up in the AI controversy, my blood boils.

Translators absolutely didn’t deserve what happened to their career field. It’s beyond unfair. People should have screamed their heads off and advocated tirelessly for them! Shame on those who watched it happen and stayed silent. Their concerns should not have fallen on deaf ears. It’s a travesty. Even now, more should be done to provide a safety net for those unemployed and we’d all do well to recognize the invaluable contributions translators have made to our society. We should all be looking to them for wisdom regarding this situation and would do well to take a moment to mourn the loss of so many potential jobs and research from the generations of philology academics we could have had. I hope one day humanity will be able to restore damaged careers like theirs.

Now, listen, I’m genuinely on your side here, so hear me out. Please don’t make the mistake of falling to anger, apathy, or spite when you see the same thing happening to other livelihoods. You’re clearly speaking from anger here. You’re mad about it and you have every right to be, but instead of wishing the same fate on the next community to get hit with the cold hard hammer of capitalism, use that experience to understand what modern creatives are going through. Turning a cold shoulder to a repeat of the history that so deeply wronged translators is not much different than those who argue that student loans shouldn’t be forgiven because they had to pay theirs. Believing that others shouldn’t be helped when faced with the same misery as you experienced? That benefits no one. In fact, such an attitude is an enemy of progress. We as a society are so much stronger when we stand together. Communities joining hands for a common goal of justice and prosperity is a powerful thing, one that’s literally shaped history time and time again, and can prevent the dystopian future we are all so fucking scared of. Late-stage capitalism and the generational trauma of a global pandemic has lit a fire in a lot of people, myself included, and that manifests as either anger or fear. What matters is how we use those feelings. The only chance we have against the elite is direct action and a united front. Everybody has a moral duty to stand up for their fellow man when injustice crosses their path, so don’t make the mistake of thinking the injustice you’ve suffered makes you exempt. Please, share your wisdom, make your voice heard, and stand with us artists and writers who are fighting to stop capitalism taking even more from our society. Forge your rage into a sword and fight the merciless machine alongside us. The collective has the ability to force change, to take the power back from the ruling class. No matter what the issue is, capitalism has harmed everybody in some way or another. We don’t have to put up with that and I wholeheartedly believe there’ll be a day when the masses decide enough is enough. We can make a place for everyone if we work hard enough, listen to each other, and build it together.

Take care of yourself and don’t let the world murder your kindness. I hope you find it in your heart to create peace.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hey Charity! I’m sorry for you to hear this but I am currently suffering from lack of self-worth and depression. My mbti is ESTP. Lately in my social group I feel like I am the loser of the group and that nobody likes me. I have had thoughts of committing suicide or changing my personality and behaviour. Whenever I feel like I am not loved or admired in a social group I go into depressive mode and want to avoid people at all costs. A lot the time I wish I was a different person and individual. What advice can you give me?

I am very sorry that you are feeling this way. It's sad to reach a point where you don't feel as if you deserve to be here, but also important to remember that our "depression brain" is not rational. It is a liar that is rejecting our self-worth. Please, if you ever have suicidal thoughts again, call the suicide hotline and reach out to those you know will be helpful to you (such as trusted friends or family members). Sometimes depression is so severe that we need professional help, and there is no shame in asking for assistance or admitting that you need therapy. I am not a substitute for a licensed professional, so please get the help you need.

For my part -- where is your lack of self-worth coming from? What has caused it? What can you do about it? Is the problem located within yourself and how you perceive others are feeling about you, or is someone in your life causing you to feel this about yourself? You cannot really change other people, but you can alter how much time you spend around them or whether you believe them and allow them to have control over your mind. I ran across a statement the other day that resonated with me -- "how long are you going to let this thing or person stay 'rent-free' in your mind?" If someone has emotionally hurt you, it's time to clean house and evaluate this rationally, rather than just to sink into it with your feelings. (What were their facts? Is there any truth in what they said? Is it something I can fix? Or am I fine the way I am?)

If the problem comes from you, why are you treating yourself so poorly? Would you talk to your best friend the way you are talking to yourself? Why are you worth less than a good friend would be? How can you adjust how you talk to yourself and self-love rather than self-hate?

What makes you assume nobody likes you in your group? Have they said as much? Or is it that you covet their attention and praise so much, when you are not the center of attention, you feel like a failure? Is there another way to get close to others? Such as cheering them on, being there for them when they need you, or offering to help? How can you use your Fe to really connect to other people, care about their feelings and needs, and sense what is going on with them? If all you are using Fe for is to get attention for yourself, these relationships will never develop and will feel hollow. What you are craving is genuine connection and intimacy, not praise.

You cannot change how your mind works in terms of your cognition, but you can change your behavior -- and that will make others treat you differently. If you aren't getting the reaction you want, it's time to evaluate your strategy and find a better one. It's okay to feel a bit sad or deflated when things go wrong, but instead of giving up in despair, decide to try a new tactic moving forward and see what unfolds.

Is there something small but meaningful you could do, in the meantime, that would make you feel more confident and better about yourself? It doesn't have to be huge -- could you put on an outfit you feel great in? Or go back and revisit something where you excelled? Are you good at a hobby or interest? Depression likes to rob us of what we love... but sometimes digging back into those things can lift our spirits.

I hope you feel better soon. <3

[consultingbeekeepers]

I want 2023 to be about giving, not getting

2022 has been another year in which I realised how self-centred people are; whether it’s about personal gain or refusing to be mindful of others just out of spite, ranging from protecting others from covid by simply wearing a mask, to treating animals or the environment badly on purpose by letting your car run just to feel warm while waiting inside.

I want 2023 to be different, by giving in every way I can.

I want to step away from what I can gain towards how what I can give to a greater cause.

Don’t get me wrong: Personal growth is important and always contributes to giving away a part of yourself that can help others.

I want personal growth for the greater good.

I want to be educated, so I can educate others. I want to spread knowledge that’s not universally available or that nobody actively questions and I want other people to do the same thing for me because nobody is wholesome or perfect.

I want to give more time to those who need it more than I do in certain moments. I want to connect with people I’m close to when they feel disconnected from anybody. I want to give empathy and build strength in those who don’t have any to hold on to; and I want others to do the same thing for me in moments when I can’t get up from hitting rock bottom.

Giving instead of getting also means not taking anybody’s shit. Learning to stand up for yourself builds character and shows extremely destructive opinions that there is opposition outside of their echo chamber of selfishness. I don’t want to hold my opinion inside when it wants to burst out into bigoted people’s faces. Giving means not holding back when it’s necessary to speak up. Speak and stand up against wrong-doings of politicians, organisations, or even neighbours, friends, family.

Give thought to your own doings. Be conscious of yourself and your actions and your beliefs. Question and reflect on them.

Give yourself the time and care you deserve. Don’t expect it from others. Give it to yourself to heal or to stay healthy. Be mindful of your needs in order be able to give parts yourself away again. It may be anything. Your time, your emotions, your work, your love, your pain.

Give to become a better version of yourself even if it brings conflict and obstacles. It will also bring happiness. Growth never happens without change. Instead of changing yourself, I want to try to change things for the greater good and for a greater feeling of community, or accomplishment, of bonding with my surroundings.  

To end this with my favourite quote: it’s not what the world holds for you, it’s what you bring to it. And it hope that 2023 won’t be filled with so much negativity and destruction but instead be full of positive changes that people give to this world.

With that I wish you all a healthy and happy new year! 🍀

[chillinfilipino]

I've been keeping my distance from people lately, probably because I'm always cautious about protecting my energy. Let me explain... I used to be outgoing, but dealing with past trauma that resurfaced in 2020 has made it tough for me to let new people in. Honestly, I was furious, filled with so much anger, and hate that I didn't even know was in me.

I've been thinking a lot about whether I regretted being so involved in the movement. I wanted to stand up for what's right. And it's been kind of confusing, especially because it took a toll on my mental health during all that intense protesting. I knew why I was out there, fighting against injustice and racism. Being a POC, I've faced my share of racism since I was a kid. Being in physical fights to defend yourself all the time can be draining. Dealing with verbal abuse can caused anxiety. I never really shared my experiences because it's not easy... People don't always get what we go through unless we talk about it. Maybe that's why I'm sharing this. I think it's important for people to express their feelings because It's therapeutic and if you don't have anyone to talk to, writing it down in a journal can really help. Therapy could be helpful too. Michelle was really on my case about it, and It actually made a difference. So, I stuck with it for about a year, feeling like I was in a good place. But then, life got busy with a new job and the business, and the free therapy ride was over. I figured I could handle things on my own. Turns out, that wasn't the best call. After a couple months without therapy, I realized I wasn't as strong as I thought. And then, someone close to me started saying the wrong things to me about my clothing brand business, using the wrong choice of words. I felt betrayed, and it messed with my head, bringing all that anger back to the surface. When I wasn't mentally there, I ended up getting into a big argument at work, standing up for someone who was treated unfairly. I lost my job over it because I threw something at their face. Was it right to stick up for someone? Absolutely. But getting physical wasn't the answer, especially when I wasn't in the right headspace.

So, how do I move forward from here? Do I point fingers at the people who got under my skin? Nah, that won't solve anything. I know I could've handled it differently. Instead of letting my past dictate my reactions, I could've talked it out with the person who said something about my brand and i could've ignored the issue that happened at work and let the HR handle it. But Michelle, the voice of reason, called me out on my behavior. She's the one who keeps it real with me, even when it's tough to hear. And let's be real, it's not fair for her to deal with my past struggles. Nobody should have to deal with someone who's not actively trying to work through their issues. If you're in the same boat as me, just know there are people out there rooting for you, genuinely wanting to see you grow. Don't take advantage of that support. Keep striving to be the best version of yourself. I'm lucky to have my girlfriend by my side, supporting me through it all. But it's a two way street. I've got to be there for her just as much.

Right now, my clothing brand is my main outlet for expressing myself. Every day, I work on staying mentally strong. I don't want to pass down this pattern of anger to my future. And I definitely don't want people to be scared of me when I'm not feeling myself. It's important for me to keep applying what I learned in therapy. I know what helps me when I'm feeling down. Listening to lofi music while I'm designing, creating content, watching documentaries of entrepreneurs, listening to podcast interviews, and watching anime and pro wrestling etc.. Also I know it's better to have days with my girlfriend and balancing my life. Being an entrepreneur can feel pretty lonely sometimes, especially because I chose this path for myself. When I'm out there grinding for my business, I'm really betting on myself. Wherever this journey leads me, I've got to give myself credit and appreciate the small wins the people who support me. Also have to appreciate the losses and failures. Without that, how would I grow? I'm not asking for the world, but I truly value it. Meeting kind people at conventions is a reminder to enjoy life and that good people still exist out there. All I know is I've got to keep pushing to chase what I love and not let anything set me back. Every day might be unfinished, but I'm determined to make the most of it. And if you're feeling a bit lost, I hope my journey can inspire you to find your own path.

[the-firebird69]

They keep hauling people off to prison and it's this pseudo empire and they cannot be trusted around our son none of them can at all

You saw Max on his side his eyeballing me lately the same stuff he's probably right it's a front door open I can't help it we're going to go down but he has to pay for what he's saying to me ... Feel it out such a howl it was very recognizable is what I'm saying it and he said you're going to get me for what I'm saying just spent most people can't do anything don't know what to do when you're sick. Who started spewing confirm you from anyone to admit we don't put up with this s*** and luckily it's ruining the empire oh something you turned into nothing you turn around and said what are you saying nobody ever says this s*** about the ever just cuz you f***** say it every day doesn't mean you're not going to die you treat me like s*** all the time they all treat me like s*** you have no way out we are going to annihilate you and you're stupid killer s*** and I used you like a f****** little girl you're so goddamned easy I can't get you to go the other way which is the right way at all you should be ashamed of yourself instead of screaming like Michael to the baby. Now our son said that to him and he said your dad your dad said we're putting a hit on you you're going to lose your brain bye you deserve it for you you didn't hopkinton. Alone that one incident. No he died and it says you can't do that and it said I'll do it again if you don't shut your f****** pie hole you're a little boy now you've accepted it that's the way you want to live you follow our rules maybe you'll live till tomorrow and he says nobody talks everyone talks to you that way you're a dumb s*** now . You come down as us I can't help it and I get what you're saying we're going the wrong way and you're trapped and it's going to be bad and he says this you're supposed to come in said who the max that everyone advice foreigners have to come in and it's the same silly game with us and he says you're right this is stupid what do I do said I don't know every time I have someone trying to do something they try and screw you it doesn't work and you're bothering me like Bay Rudy is going to go get his car but he wants to bring the bugs up there drop them off at the empire sometimes I feel like that and he says how so if you watch this Warhammer 40,000 you can see these spider robots and his own clan trying to get to him and Tony f is there already and he puts his family into the pyramid fries himself but it's a bug robots that give it away and he says wow that's pretty bad there's another aspect to this it doesn't come until he loses his whole fleet of empire ships coming up and he's making you talk s*** and he's teaching people to scream this s*** and ordering hits through me and he's doing it with the fleet and he's losing a whole bunch of it right now and he says I can't believe this he's finally losing that stupid crap and it's like this threat sitting off there a little baby. What you're saying it's not nice and is watching and he sees him doing it looks like daughter is an excuse and terrible things are going to happen to that guy. Morning moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

I need that guy out of here

Hera

I'm going to get something done

Frank Castle hardcastle

We need to do it now I'm tired of his glary looks as fat little face that's stupid a****** has to leave

Duke nukem Blockbuster

So you going to put yourself in San Quentin Warden or not who gives a s*** you're filth trying to remillard so your realm you are filth you are the lowest there is I do appreciate your asinine efforts so far you don't understand it because you are dumb and you're not a loyal Satanist

Zues

I got something I keep f****** everything up really badly and the empire is not doing well either I have to say something this guy's kind of right my stuff is really bad and ripe nobody is stopping me before I had a gig and I was doing well he told me to cause I don't believe him and it's horrible these clothes are mine not Terry cheesman they're made by Dave and I'm horrified or ghwb more likely so I have to go research it this sucks at least you're smart enough to figure it out and kind enough to tell me most of you don't do anything like that a bunch of hypocritical assholes trying to take stuff all day and night it's so f****** bad we are all going to die blind

Trump and yeah he's taking a big risk by telling me no it's not his stuff his people don't make more of us to make less of us

[haarute]

*slides into your DMs* hey babe so are you a "life has been unfair to and filled with abuse" traumatized or a "consumed by loss regret and guilt" traumatized?

[love-toxin]

rq: "Can you write for 9s(nier)? I just want bby to be happy."

warnings: fluff, some spicy bits, nier: automata spoilers, human reader, heavy on the human/android romance, mentions of 9S being "decommissioned".

☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♀️♂️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc

☆ Being the first human 9S has ever really met, he'll be enamoured with you to the highest degree. His curiosity and admiration for you as one of the few surviving members of the human race will slowly evolve into a deep, growing affection for you, one that he really has no idea how to control.

☆ As an android and a member of YoRha, he isn't meant to succumb to his emotions, he shouldn't even have any in the first place--but you draw feelings out of him in the strangest ways. The lilt in your voice when you ask him a peculiar question, the way your eyes brighten when you greet him, the way anxiety causes your shoulders to tense and your nose to scrunch when you see a machine approaching on the horizon, all of these things and more endear 9S to you as you get to know each other.

☆ He's used to other people rejecting his compliments, so that's one of the things that sticks out to him about you--even if you get shy at times, you always thank him for the things he says, whenever he tells you how beautiful you are or that humans must be really amazing if they're anything like you. His goal will turn into trying to make you blush the more you accept his compliments, it's just so cute and he knows you really appreciate them when your face gets all hot and you try not to look him in the eyes.

☆ Overall he's really friendly with you, he treats you like a person and not like a rare specimen like a lot of other androids end up doing. Obviously he understands that you're a miracle and an anomaly, and that you need protection more than anybody else, but he's one of the only ones you can actually talk to and feel like he's on the same level as you, instead of people either worshipping the ground you walk on or surveying you and measuring everything you do like you're an experiment in a test tube.

☆ There are things he thinks about when nobody else is around, things he would never dare to say out loud. His mind wanders with dreams of what might come from your relationship, of your glee at getting to spend time with him turning into something more as you get closer. It gets harder and harder to push those thoughts away as you insist on spending more time together, but he could never be upset about it. 9S likes you, after all.

☆ He loves you. It's so obvious, but only once you start calling him "Nines" as he told you you could, though he should've seen it coming earlier. Being with you makes every other doubt fall from his mind, and when he's not with you, he thinks about you on repeat. Your smile and scent and the touch of your skin and your hair through his fingers fill his mind at every waking moment of the day, to the point that he hurries through every other task that's required of him so he can go to you as soon as he's done. It seems fairly absurd to have a scanner unit act as a bodyguard for the one human they've found alive in the last century, but that's pretty much what he is because you won't get close to anyone else.

☆ And if he thought his feelings were one-sided, he has no idea how wrong he is until you confess your own to him. It'll be a shock, not only to him but to every higher up in YoRha and all the androids stationed on the surface, but he has to admire your tenacity even more when you ask why it's so wrong? Why should him being an android and you a human stop you from loving one another, when you've made such a good connection? You don't think it's so shocking, and he loves you even more for it.

☆ One of the many reasons he fell for you in the first place was because you liked to listen to him talk, and you show sincere interest in the things he finds fascinating and all the skills that he excels at. You treat him like a human like yourself, and the benefit of him being an android is that he swears to you he will never leave you by yourself. No matter how old and frail you get, or if you get sick, or if you just need someone to love you and care for you, he will always be there for you and you'll never have to worry about being left behind. Even if his body is destroyed or he needs to sacrifice himself for you, he will do it because he can always be brought back in the end. But if he were to lose you.....well, he doesn't even want to entertain the thought.

☆ However, if something were to happen to you--like, for example, you were kidnapped by Adam and Eve, he would be unstoppable. He wouldn't wait for YoRha orders, he wouldn't even wait for 2B or any other backup, he would go after you with a fury like no one's ever seen from him before. Damn the Commander if she tries to communicate with him and order him to fall back, every second you aren't in the safety of his arms is unbearable, and he knows that you'll be waiting, terrified, for your hero--ahem, your companion--to come rescue you.

☆ And the first time you share a kiss is a moment he will never, ever forget. The warm sensations that run through his body almost feel like he's on the fritz, like your lips on his alone could cause him to malfunction--but it's just the excitement and adrenaline of sharing something with you that he would never have dreamed of getting otherwise. He swears he could survive off of your kisses alone, and once you have your first one together, you can bet that he'll be stealing one every chance he has.

☆ But there will always be people who don't agree with your relationship. 9S knows well and good that the Commander disapproves, as evident by her insistence that he cannot be selfish just because the human has taken a liking to him. She's got every excuse from him being unable to truly understand you and therefore not being able to connect with you on the same level, to saying that he should be convincing you to head to the human colony because you should be helping to propagate the species, not wasting your time with a scanner unit. But as a human, you can stand up to her unlike any android in the entirety of YoRha, so as long as you don't back down, she will continue to bend to your will and allow you to stay on the surface without (moderate) intervention.

☆ Aside from the Commander, though, there will be plenty of other interferences from those who desire your attention. Androids from both YoRha and the surface will try to appeal to you, some more aggressively than others, to gain your affection and pull you away from 9S. Some may even get violent, threatening your scanner boyfriend's life or physically trying to steal you away so they can have you all to themselves. But 9S will always be there to protect you, and even if it comes to the point that he does have to fight a fellow android and gets ripped apart, you can rest assured that he'll be clever enough to send out a signal well before he's put out of commission so that 2B will come running to help.

☆ 2B is one of the only ones he really trusts with your safety, especially since she's built for battle in a way that he just isn't. Her priorities will always shift to take your wellbeing into account when needed, also, because as the one remaining human on the surface you take precedence over nearly everything else YoRha has going on. Plus, she doesn't have feelings for you in the way that 9S does, so she's a trustworthy ally to have around in case you garner a little too much attention from others.

♡ If you ever decide to be intimate with 9S, trust that though he will take it very seriously, he'll also be incredibly giddy about you wanting him in such a way. He's a little nervous that he might not live up to your expectations, but once you two find a quiet room in the resistance base to have some time alone, and you start taking off his clothes with such gentle hands, the anxiety is masked entirely by desire.

♡ He'll let you do as you wish, you're the one that has a natural affinity for this after all, but if you give him the chance then he'll take the lead quite happily. He's a body worshipper at heart and he'll want to take in every piece of you so he can indulge in how beautiful you are, including the way you react to his touches and the tense of your body when he finally feeds his cock inside you. It's so slow it's almost agonizing, but he's got a good rhythm to have you clinging to him once he starts thrusting, and moaning into his ear to the point that he has to bite his lip to keep from saying anything especially dirty. He hasn't got a filthy mouth usually, but expressing his love like this is just so overwhelming that he can't help but want to say the most depraved things that come to mind.

♡ Some of his main kinks include not only body worship and dirty talk, but facesitting, quickies, somnophilia, JOI, light bondage, and paizuri. Whether it's giving or receiving he enjoys it all both ways, especially for bondage and somno--he's more than happy to indulge you in doing it to him, but if you ask him to do it to you, it'll be hard for him to contain his excitement. He'd also be very interested in guiding your own masturbation, because just the thought of watching you touch yourself for him and obediently doing whatever he tells you to do gets him all riled up like you wouldn't believe.

♡ Plus, with him being an android, he'll almost always have the energy to keep up with you in the bedroom. He makes it abundantly clear when you first start sleeping together that he doesn't mind if you want to take advantage of that, and that if you want sex you can have it whenever you like (within reason, he's not going to expect to fuck you mid-conversation with someone). He also won't expect you to take that and run with it by getting on your knees to suck him off when you venture out somewhere isolated away from camp, but if you want to do that, then he certainly isn't going to stop you. He's always astonished when you insist on doing things like that just for him, but it reaffirms to him that your relationship is even more solid than he thought and it makes him love you that much more, if it was even possible by this point.

♡ He teases you a lot, not only outside the bedroom but inside as well. He likes to poke fun and be lighthearted generally, as well as calling you by nicknames, so it translates pretty well to your intimate moments as well. He won't just tease you if you get shy, he'll make little jokes here and there to ease the mood so it's less serious, like "Your throne is ready, your highness!" when preparing for you to sit on his face or his lap, and he has a wide range of pet names he calls you by that he hopes make you feel special. Some of these include "cutie", "sweetheart", the aforementioned "princess/prince/your highness", "baby" (which he often uses to greet you, especially when he's excited to see you), "my little monster" when you're in a bad mood, "my pretty human", and many, many others. He loves to hear you giggle in bed only for it to melt into a moan as he keeps up the pace.

♡♀️♂️ He likes fingering you with his gloves on, but he's a little nervous about hurting you, so he'll only do it if you bring it up. And if you do, you'll get to feel him totally lose himself in getting you off, his fingers buried deep inside you and the leather rubbing at your walls just the right way, while he sucks on your clit or cock and keeps going even after you've orgasmed all over him. You'll probably have to do such a thing somewhere on the surface, far away from camp, so that nobody will be the wiser when he makes you cry from the overstimulation before he finally brings himself to fuck you.