#can lead to bursts of creativity and frustration

[hartlesshart]

So, I felt it was necessary to make this in order to raise awareness in the greater horizon community. This is something I take very seriously. Please share if you or someone you know has been affected by this.

Definitely not a ripoff of my favorite paleontology meme which is definitely not a ripoff of another meme.

[not-neverland06]

Hey! Your writing is amazing! I’ve been checking daily for new fics lmao

I was wondering if your requests were open would you be able to write some angst with a happy ending w/ Peanut?

Perhaps a Shy!Reader who has flirty banter with Logan. They’re on a mission and Logan has to make a quick decision on who to save — Reader or Jean and he saves Jean without thinking. Reader ends up surviving with a few injuries but her and Logan’s relationship starts to deteriorate. Logan’s not good with verbal apologies so he does acts of service — bringing reader food/drinks etc. reader is stubborn and Logan starts to get frustrated. He eventually proves himself to reader.

I’m sorry if this is confusing!! I’m not creative enough to write it myself and you’re really really skilled. Love your work x

a/n: I read this request and then read them together and my brain imploded because I loved it so much, no smut in this one Summary: Logan saves Jean on a mission and it's the wake-up call you desperately needed to understand that you will never be her. You can't stand to look at him anymore and he doesn't understand why you've stopped talking to him.

“What’re you thinking of doing after this?”

You shrug, leaning back on the uncomfortable bench seats and looking over at Logan. “Not sure, got any plans?”

Logan smirks and you immediately know whatever he’s about to say is going to send you spiraling. “Yeah, whatever you’re doing, sweetheart.”

Oh. My. God!

You know you’ve got it bad when something as simple as that has you swooning. It’s so easy to fall into this routine with him, to pretend you’re more suave than you actually are. Despite your usual tendency to fade into the background, you find it nearly impossible to do with him. 

Where someone else might let you stay quiet and go ignored, he seeks you out. He makes you feel seen and heard. Some days you don’t know if you appreciate it or despise it. You laugh a little, trying to hide just how affected by him you are. “Sounds good, Lo.”

He smiles and leans back on the seat, his arm coming around the back to rest lightly over your shoulders. You can tell from the look on Storm’s face that she’s trying not to laugh at you. You can’t blame her, you’re sure your eyes have tripled in size and you look absolutely stunned. 

Flirting isn’t out of the usual for you and him. Lately, though, he’s upped the game. Touching you more than usual, spending more one-on-one time together. You can feel it all building up to something. You’re shy, not stupid, you know when a guy’s going to ask you out. 

But it feels like he’s dragging it out longer than necessary like he’s enjoying teasing you a little too much.  “Alright,” Scott stands up and moves towards the back of the jet. “We’re almost there, get ready.”

You, very reluctantly, pull away from Logan and get to your feet. He walks past you, briefly squeezing your hand before joining Scott by the ramp. You grin, flexing your hand by your side and trying to memorize the feeling. 

The ramp lowers to the ground and Scott and Logan lead the way out. You’re expecting this to be simple. Stake out the area, find some information about the people running the warehouse, and figure out what exactly it is that they’ve been doing. 

The air is bursting with moisture. It’s suffocating, how humid it is, how it makes the material of your suit cling to your skin. You know the rest of the team can feel it. That it’s irritating them just as much. 

None of you want to be out here in the peak of summer, trying to be stealthy in these ridiculous costumes. Your thighs squeak every time they rub together. It’s beyond embarrassing. You know that that’s what has you all distracted. 

You’re struggling through ankle-deep mud and sweating buckets. So none of you are paying any particular attention to the area around you. Technically, you shouldn’t have to, you’re still about a mile out from where you need to be. 

You duck, hands coming up to cover your ears as Charles’ voice screams through your mind. It’s a trap!

Even with the warning, there’s no time to prepare. The ground around you explodes, grass and dirt flying through the air. Logan grabs your arm, he shoves himself in front of you and takes the brunt of the bullets. Splatters of blood hits your cheeks and he runs you both behind a tree for cover. 

The other three have all found their own cover and they’re struggling to figure out where the shots are coming from. You spot something in the underbrush and scream, “Behind you!”

It’s more of a warning to duck than it is to move. You throw your hands up, shoving the man away from them and sending him flying into the trunk of a tree. You swear you can hear the snap of his spine as it hits the bark. 

You look to Jean and nod towards the small clearing of trees. “Don’t,” Logan warns. But you’re already slipping out of his grip and solidifying the air in front of you. It provides enough of a cover, absorbing the bullets, and giving you all time to figure out a plan of attack. 

Jean moves beside you, eyes narrowing on the perimeter of your cover. “There are too many of them, more than I can count.” 

“How did they know we were coming?” Scott snaps, keeping an eye on the area behind you. 

Your arms struggle under the weight of your power. The more bullets they shoot into your cover, the harder it is to keep up. You’re forced to absorb their energy, push it out tenfold to try and keep the blockage solidified. 

“Guys,” you snap, “we need a plan. I can’t hold it much longer.” You grit your teeth, taking a step forward to try and push against the strain. It does nothing but make your bones ache. Logan shoots you a concerned glance, coming up behind you like he wants to take the weight off your shoulders. But there’s nothing he can do. 

There’s movement behind you, a boot snapping a twig in two. You can’t risk looking back but you can hear the worry in Jean’s voice. “Ten of them-”

You can tell by the sounds of their movement that the others don’t give her much of a chance to finish. Ororo, Scott, and Logan all shoot forward to deal with the threat. Ten isn’t much to worry about. But that doesn’t change the fact that the men in front of you haven’t let up and you’re about to weep from the weight of keeping the wall up. 

Jean stays beside you, brows furrowed in concern. She places her hand on your shoulder and closes her eyes. A second later you feel something like a cool blanket laid over you. The tension in your arms and core eases just enough for you to stop clenching your jaw so hard. Some of the strain eases away and you know she’s sharing it with you. 

But just as quickly as the relief was given, it’s yanked away. Jean jumps back with a gasp, “Flux, we need to move!”

“I can’t,” you shout, fighting to be heard over the sound of bloodshed and gunshots going off in front of and behind you. The others are steadily moving through the people surrounding you, but their numbers are still overwhelming. “It’ll all come crashing down,” you tell her. 

She glances towards the bullets, finally spotting the way they’re slowly, but steadily, moving through the thickened air. The second you let go you’ll be riddled with holes. “Shit,” she hisses. “Look, we can’t stay here much longer-”

She’s cut off by a loud bang. You’re so disoriented by the noise your hands drop to your sides. At the same moment, you hear wood splintering and cracking beside you. What has to be the largest tree in the forest creaks before it begins its descent down towards you both. 

You don’t what happened, or what they used, but it doesn’t matter. The wall in front of you is fading. You have seconds to get out of the way of the bullets and the tree, you’re not sure either of you is going to make it. 

“Jean!” There’s a flash of brown hair and Jean’s being tackled to the ground, safely out of the way of the tree and bullets. You feel something stinging against your shoulder and know the first bullet’s made its way through. 

You also see the tree is almost over top of you. You’ve always been a fight response in flight or fight scenarios. But when there’s nothing to fight, when you have nothing to go up against, you freeze. It’s horrible, you know it, but there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Even as you’re desperately screaming at yourself to just fucking move, all you can do is watch as the tree topples down on top of you. “Flux, duck!” The words trigger something in your brain just soon enough to drop to the ground. 

Scott releases a red beam, blasting through the tree and knocking it off course. You don’t even register the smell of burning flesh as you lay in the mud. Your blood is rushing so fast in your veins, there’s so much adrenaline pumping through you, you can’t focus on anything except the sound of your heartbeat. 

You let out a breath of relief, slowly lifting yourself up to your knees. You don’t hear any more fighting and you figure whoever they hadn’t taken down before, the beam took care of the rest. 

You look down, checking yourself for any bullet holes or serious damage but you can’t find anything. Something warm trickles down your shoulder, it drips across your arm and down your hand. 

You look at the blood curiously, it seems to steady a flow from the simple bullet graze you’d had earlier. “Oh my god,” Jean whispers your name and you turn around with a concerned look. 

You want to ask her what’s wrong but your eyes are trained on the way Logan’s arms are bracketing her. He’s practically on top of her, only now getting up to check on you. You get it, it was a stressful situation, he acted fast. 

But that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow the lump in your throat. It doesn’t ease the burn of betrayal. He saved her, not you. He chose her even though she doesn’t want him. The anger you’re feeling only makes it harder to be aware of your surroundings. 

It’s not until Scott kneels behind you a presses a gentle hand against your back that you lurch forward with a loud cry. The pain slams down on you all at once. The wind blowing gently against your back feels like someone’s dug razor blades in your skin and ripped. 

Feet rush towards you, someone kneeling beside you and grabbing your shoulders. Logan forces you up and makes you look at him before his gaze turns to your back. “What the fuck did you do?” He practically growls, lunging towards Scott. 

He grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the dirt. Ororo and Jean leap forward, trying unsuccessfully to rip him off. You try and keep your eyes open, try and stay focused. The pain is too much, you don’t want to be awake for this anymore. Every nerve on your back feels like it’s being forcefully exposed and plucked at. 

Your brain forces a shutdown and you slump into the mud, the world going black. 

When you wake up, you’re on your stomach. You’re a little dazed, not fully remembering how you got here. You try and sit up but there’s a steady grip around your wrists stopping you. “Don’t move,” Jean warns from somewhere behind you. 

You try and look for her but you can’t move much. Your head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds, stuck to the pillow beneath you. “What happened? Why can’t I move?”

Her shoes appear in front of you and then she’s kneeling down, a slightly worried look on her face. “We needed to make sure you didn’t roll over in your sleep.” Her brows crinkle and she frowns, “You don’t remember?” You shake your head minutely. She sighs, lifting her hand to your face and pressing her chilled fingers to your temple. 

The images rush towards you. You see it all from her eyes. The way Logan had grabbed her and thrown her to the ground, checking over her and not once looking at you. How Scott had tried to stop the tree from breaking your spine. His beam had just barely grazed your back as you had ducked. But it was enough for there to be serious damage. 

Through her view, you can see the way your skin had bubbled up and blistered. How horribly damaged it was. You have limited healing abilities, but it was enough to stop the nerves from being permanently damaged. 

She lets you go and you groan, the pain slowly registering in your brain. It’s dulled and you don’t know if they’ve given you drugs or if your abilities are still working to help you. “How’s Scott?” 

She chuckles and shakes her head while she undoes the restraints around your wrist. “He feels awful. He keeps coming by to check on you.”

The thought of him sitting beside you while you were strapped down to the bed makes you feel a little bad. It wasn’t his fault, he’d helped you. It was more than Logan had done for you. 

You frown, hating yourself for being bitter. If he hadn’t helped, Jean might not be here next to you. He had saved your friend. The thought didn’t bring much comfort, though. “I’m not mad at him.”

Jean eases you onto your knees and slowly helps you sit up. It causes minimal pain, but it’s still uncomfortable enough to grit your teeth and dig your nails into your palms. “I know, but he’ll probably be coming down here a lot to check on you.”

You almost ask her if anyone else has visited. If Logan had, but you don’t think her answer would make you feel any better. “He did,” she tells you and you click your tongue in irritation. 

“Out of my head,” you warn. She releases you with a small grin. “I don’t care,” you tell her, trying to appear nonchalant. 

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing on you. “Yes, you do. And I don’t need telepathy to know.” She walks towards your IV bag, fiddling around with something on the line. “He was here whenever he could be, practically lived beside you.”

“Don’t care,” you tell her again, but there’s less conviction this time. 

Jean frowns and you hate how guilty she looks. It’s not her fault he’s desperately in love with her and not you. You can’t force someone to love you or choose you. And you don’t want to. You want someone to love you for who you are, not because they couldn’t have their first choice. 

“Don’t,” you say lowly. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

She doesn’t get a chance to say anything before the door bursts open, both Logan and Scott sliding into your room. Scott lets out a relieved breath when he sees you. He breathes out your name and approaches with a guilty smile, “You’re awake.”

“Charles told us,” Logan informs. You offer him a brief glance before diverting your attention to Scott. 

Petty, you’re aware. But you don’t want to see Logan right now. You’d put so much effort and time into your friendship with him. It doesn’t even matter if he doesn’t feel the same way about you. You two are best friends, and he didn’t even try to help you when you needed him the most. 

So, you smile at Scott. You forgive him and you tell him you're fine. You chat with him and Jean while Logan just stares at you from the other side of your bed. You can’t make yourself face him. You don’t want to look at him, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Eventually, Scott’s guilt is slightly assuaged and he and Jean leave for the night. Logan is a heavy presence beside you, one you no longer can ignore. You shift around, pretending to fluff your pillows until he grabs your hand. 

“What’re you doing?”

You look at his hand and then at him. Whatever look is on your face is enough for him to release you and back off. “Getting comfortable,” you spit out, more venom in your voice than necessary. Something clicks for him, you can see it as it happens. 

He backs up and narrows his eyes down at you. “Right.” He frowns and sucks on his teeth, nodding his head silently. “I’ll come back when you’re feeling a little better.” You don’t miss the hidden dig underneath it all, the way he’s calling out you’re unusual behavior. 

“I think that’d be best.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, slamming the door behind him as he leaves. You jump at the noise and it makes you hiss as a twinge of pain shoots down your spine. You feel slightly guilty about the whole interaction. Then, you remember the way he’d been cradling Jean and you feel slightly vindicated. 

You’re sure he doesn’t even give a shit. He’s probably pouting in his room, wishing Jean was in bed beside him. 

What the fuck?

It’s all that’s been playing through Logan’s head since he returned from your room in the medbay. He’s waited days for you to wake up, so he can finally take a breath and let go of the anxiety that’s been plaguing him. 

He’d thought that he’d lost you in that forest. When he’d gone for Jean, he’d assumed you’d just be able to use your powers to knock the tree out of your path. Or make it melt around you. 

Honestly, he can’t put a finger on what exactly he was thinking. But he knew that you could protect yourself and that would be your priority. So he’d moved without really thinking and grabbed the person who would be collateral damage if your powers went haywire. 

And then you hadn’t saved yourself and all he could smell was your burning flesh. The smell has been stuck in his nose since you were brought back to the mansion. He can’t escape it. Everywhere he goes, he sees you burning and hears your screams. 

He’d thought that you were dead and there was a moment where he genuinely was so lost he could do nothing but watch as the others swarmed you. He couldn’t move, couldn’t help you. He could only stare at your still body and pray to anybody who could hear him that you weren’t dead. 

He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you before he ever got a chance to love you. 

He’d, irritatingly, imagined all the different ways he would finally tell you how he felt when you woke up. He’d prepared himself for every possible reaction, except this one. He hadn’t expected you to reject him before he ever got the chance to confess. 

Anger stews within him as he paces through his room. He knows that it’s unfair to be upset with you. You’d gone through something horrific and there had been doubts about your recovery. Of course, you’d act off. 

Except, you only seemed to be directing that at him. Had you been just as dismissive to Scott, the person who actually hurt you, he would have looked past it. He’s tempted to go back down and see you again, maybe try and make you see some sense. 

Instead, he decides to give you both some time to calm down. He doesn’t want to do anything he might regret while he’s pissed off. He’ll see you tomorrow and, hopefully, you’ll be back to normal. 

You’d thought Logan might have gotten the hint with how you behaved earlier. That was not the case. He’s back today and you can smell the breakfast food he’s brought you. The smell is wafting deliciously from an inconspicuous brown bag. 

But you know it’s from the restaurant that’s twenty minutes out of his way. You’re not petty enough that you can’t appreciate the forty-minute round trip he’d taken for you, but you still aren’t excited to see him. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you despite your clearly hostile energy. He tugs the chair towards your bed, ripping open the bag and pulling out enough food for the both of you. 

You think it should be considered a form of manipulation to call you that while you’re pissed at him. He has such a clear effect on you. You know he’s aware of it. He knows that when he calls you something sweet like that it makes your heart race and stomach flip. 

You turn your gaze towards your blanket. You pretend the thread pattern is the most interesting thing in the world so you don’t have to look at him. You’re sick of giving your all to men who couldn’t care less about you. 

You’re tired of being the second, third, fourth choice. You want someone to choose you first for once. And you genuinely thought Logan would be the man to do that. But he’d chosen Jean. You should have known. 

“Alright,” he huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at you. You’re pissed off that he’s acting like he’s the one who was hurt. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve never been this mad at me before.”

It’s his tone of voice that really grates on you. He genuinely does not understand what he’s done wrong. He doesn’t even comprehend the possibility that you might be mad he left you to die. Have you really become such a doormat?

Yes, you’re shy and generally reserved with the people you meet. But he is so different. You two met and it was an instant connection that you thought was reciprocated. You hadn't realized that you'd become so complacent in the relationship he thought he could get away with something like this with no repercussions. 

“You left me to die,” you snap at him, voice taking a pitch it never has before. You’ve never truly gotten angry at him. Pissed off sometimes when he teased you a little too much. But you’d never plainly shown anger at him. “You fucking left me behind and expect me to, what,” you scoff and shove the food back towards him. 

“You think some shitty breakfast is going to fix this?” His face contorts. It screws up into something like hurt and you worry you might have been too harsh. He doesn’t know how you feel about him. He doesn’t know that this would hurt you so bad. 

But, it doesn’t matter. You’re still his friend. You should have at least warranted a little concern. 

Just as quickly as it appeared, the hurt is washed away by his own anger. “I thought you could take care of yourself. Isn’t that what you’re always bitching at us about?”

If you weren’t so upset you might find it funny how quickly the two of you turned on each other. Clearly, there was something repressed between the two of you. Some brewing resentment that neither of you had ever acknowledged. The words are coming quickly now, without thought.

“Fuck you, Logan,” you snap back at him. “You didn’t give a shit whether I lived or died. You only cared about your precious Jean.” You spit out her name with so much venom it stings as it leaves your tongue. 

He laughs, getting out of his chair. He shakes his head and glares at you. His anger is always a physical thing. You know he’s pacing so he doesn’t do something worse, like destroy the entirety of the room. 

“That’s what this is, you’re jealous? Don’t blame your fucking incompetence on me.” You hate the way he’s speaking to you. Like you’re a little girl who's incapable of understanding even the most basic of concepts. He has such a patronizing look on his face, you want nothing more than to wipe it off. 

The tables beside you tremble, the vases of flowers rattling against the wood. “I’m your friend, Logan. You could at least pretend like you cared about me.”

He leans against the end of the bed, tilting himself forward until he’s aggressively imposing your space. You shrink back against the pillows, narrowing your eyes in disdain. “Don’t fucking pull that shit with me. I knew that your priority would be to save yourself and I acted accordingly. This wasn’t some goddamn ploy to get into Jean’s pants. Grow the fuck up, Flux!”

You flinch back at the volume of his voice. Unwillingly, tears pool in the corners of your eyes. It’s an involuntary response. Sometimes you just get so enraged that you have no other way to get rid of it than to cry. It’s infuriating to see the moment someone stops taking you seriously and starts to think you’re nothing more than a crybaby. 

Logan’s face pales and he winces, backing away from you. “I didn’t-”

“Enough,” you stop him, voice thick with unshed tears. He never calls you by your X-men name, it’s an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That’s a formality reserved for the other members. To each other, you’re nothing more than two people who care deeply for one another. 

Or, you had been. Before this one moment had blown your life and your back up. 

“I appreciate how much faith you have in my abilities, but the fact that your first instinct wasn’t even to protect me says a lot.” You take in a deep breath and shake your head. “Thanks for the breakfast, but can you please just leave?”

He looks like he doesn’t want to. You know he doesn’t want to leave. You two never fight like this. Even if there wasn’t a lot said, it’s still not normal for you. Maybe that should have been your first hint that things weren’t what you thought. 

It’s healthy to fight, to a certain extent. Sometimes it's needed. You two never have before and you know it’s just been brewing for a while, waiting to blow up. “I-”

“Get out,” you shout, and the tables beside you finally crumble under the weight of your emotions. They drip to the ground in an inorganic form of liquid wood. “Shit,” you hiss, glancing over at them. You wave your hand and they return to their normal state, but it doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have lost control at all. 

The door slams and you look up to find the room empty. You sink back against your bed and run your hands over your face. You ignore the way the skin of your back screams in protest. 

You embrace the pain, the fiery shocks running up your nerves as the bandages chafe against the wounds. You focus on that instead of how things have ended with Logan. You always had such high hopes that he might be the one you finally man up and confess to. 

You should have known you were wrong. You should have known that it would never have ended with him picking you over her. 

You’re permitted to leave the medbay the next day. You don’t see or hear from Logan for the following week. You can’t confirm if he’s purposefully avoiding you or not but you have to believe he is. You both live in the same hall. You don’t know how it’s possible to have gone this long without even catching a slight glimpse of him. 

You force yourself to suffocate the part of you that misses him. You picture the side of yourself that longs for his presence and imagine shoving a pillow over her face. You don’t want to ache and cry over someone who doesn’t give two shits about you. 

You keep reminding yourself over and over again that when things got rough he showed you his true colors. But it’s more difficult than you imagined to just completely disregard so much history with him. 

Besides, you hadn’t realized just how little you interacted with the others until Logan was out of your daily life. It’s so difficult for you to bond with people that when you’d connected with Logan you’d latched onto him. 

It’s a little pathetic, honestly. Being grown and eating lunch alone because you only had one friend. You wonder if your feelings for him were genuine or born from a desperation not to be alone. You don’t let yourself linger on the question for long. 

It’s as your training with the students that you finally see him again. 

“Has he made much progress yet?”

Jean shakes her head and purses her lips. She watches as Billy, one of the newer students, struggles with the logs in front of him. He was a firestarter, a very inexperienced one who had only ever set his curtains on fire. 

His powers were more focused on the mental aspect of things rather than the physical. Which is why you and Jean were in charge of helping him. He couldn’t start anything on his own, he only really seemed to be able to activate the ability when he was emotionally stimulated. 

That meant whenever he was mad or sad, or anything in between, everyone in a fifty-foot radius was in danger. He was a risk to the other students and you were both trying to be gentle with him. But you’d been working with him for so long and there was so little progress. It felt like he wasn’t trying sometimes. 

He’d asked Rogue out a week ago and when she’d said no, her hair had caught on fire. You know he could have been hurt and lashed out without thought or malice behind it. But you’d seen the look in his eye. 

You’re fifty percent sure he knows exactly what he’s doing. This little act he puts on is just to get himself out of trouble. You hadn’t brought the issue to Charles yet because you’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Billy,” you call out. His head whips up and he sends you a vicious glare. You can’t help the sneer on your lips. “Just take a deep breath and try again. There’s nothing wrong with struggling, we all did.”

You put on your normal teacher voice, calm and collected. Assuring. But the little shit in front of you isn’t buying it for a second. He gives you a sarcastic little grin, “Right. Sorry, I forgot you’re a fuck-up just like me.”

“Billy!” Jean snaps, taking a step forward to reprimand him. She doesn’t get far before there’s a fireball shooting out of his palms and hurtling towards the both of you. 

There’s no chance to react before something slams into your side and is tossing you to the ground. Your head nearly snaps against the grass but there’s a hand underneath your skull softening the blow. 

You smell something smoking and look up to see a large scorch mark right where you’d just been. Jean’s standing over it, palm outstretched as she keeps the fire subdued. She gives you a worried look, “Are you okay?”

Surprisingly, yes. You glance up to see Logan hovering over you. He backs off when he notices you’re okay, getting to his knees and offering you a hand. Wordlessly, you slip your palm into his and let him help you into a sitting position. 

“You alright,” his hand hovers over your shoulder like he wants to pull you closer. But he resists, backing off and waiting for your answer. You nod your head, still a little dazed from the failed assassination attempt. 

He narrows his eyes, searching your face for any sign of head trauma. When he’s properly assured you’re okay he jumps to his feet. “Billy!” His voice booms across the courtyard and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen that little asshole scared. 

He’s barely on his feet before Logan is stalking towards him, jerking him forward by the scruff of his neck and dragging him towards the mansion. “We need to have a little talk,” the tone of his voice has you a little scared and you’re not even the one he’s mad at. 

Jean walks towards you and helps you to your feet. “Is your back okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod and brush your clothes off. You have to physically shake the shock of what happened off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t believe he did that.”

Jean scoffs and glares towards Billy’s back. Your eyes widen in shock when you see the large scorch mark across his arm. “Jean! He got you, are you okay?”

She glances down at her shirt and frowns. “Yeah, practically a sunburn.” She gives you a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine.”

As shitty as this sounds, you’re not concerned for her. You can only focus on the fact that she was in just as much danger as you and Logan had tackled you to the ground. You glance back towards the mansion, more fucking confused than ever. 

You’re not sure what compels you to follow Logan, but you’re running after him before Jean can stop you. He’s barely got a minute headstart on you, you’re not sure why you can’t find him. You’d gone through every inch of the first floor. 

You don’t know where he would have dragged Billy, but it’s nowhere you can find. After about ten minutes of looking for him, you give up on the hope that you’re ever going to figure out what’s happening inside his brain. 

You let out a defeated sigh, running a hand over your face and trying to shake off the funk of the day. You can’t believe that little shit tried to roast you. You’re not comfortable with the fact that he’s just roaming around inside the mansion somewhere. 

You turn out of the living room and nearly slam into someone. His hands shoot out, grabbing your shoulders and gently stopping you. “Logan,” you give him a strained smile. “I was looking for you.” You glance over his shoulder and frown. “Where’s Billy?”

Logan sighs, his hands linger on your arms for a moment before he takes a step back. “Wheels got to him before I could do anything.”

You laugh a little, the noise involuntary. “What were you planning on doing with the sixteen-year-old?”

He doesn’t find the question amusing if his expression is anything to go by. “He was really trying to hurt you.”

His words sober you up slightly and you drop the flippant attitude. “Yeah, I wanted to,” god, it feels like you could choke on the words. Just last week you were screaming at him for not helping you. Now, you could barely thank him because he had. 

“You’re always my priority.” He tells you before you can struggle any longer. Your head shoots up and you stare at him with confusion. He groans, the noise tired and resigned. “Saving Jean was a mistake. I mean it, kid, I just thought you could handle yourself.”

You open your mouth but he stops you before you can argue. “I know, that’s not the point. I should have saved you, no matter what I thought you could or couldn't handle.”

“No,” you stop him and shake your head. “No, Logan, I shouldn’t. I,” your mouth opens and he stares at you expectantly. What you were going to say gets stuck in your throat. This is a horrible idea. 

“I liked you in a way you didn’t like me and it was unfair of me to push my expectations onto you.” You wanted it to sound better, and more intelligent. Instead, it came out in one rushed breath and you’re not sure he even understood half of what you said. 

His brows furrow in confusion for a moment before a smile breaks out on his face. You’re not sure if it’s a good or bad thing that he’s smiling. You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or about to profess his undying love. 

You don’t have to wonder for long. He moves closer towards you, leaning forward until you’re practically sharing the same breaths. Unconsciously, you’re drawn into him, hands braced gently on his chest as you chase after him. 

“What are you doing?” Your whispered words brush against his lips and he gives you a small smile. His hands travel up your waist. He tugs you closer, his other hand looping around your neck and craning you up. 

“I’m gonna choose you every fucking time, kid.” His lips brush across your own and it’s like a switch is flipped in you both. Your arms twine around his neck, pulling him down until you’re practically melting into him. 

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and so different at the same time. You always thought your first kiss would be after some cheesy first date. He would have taken you out to dinner. Something would have inevitably gone wrong, you spilled something on your dress or the waiter brought the wrong order. 

You would both worry that it was a sign that nothing would work out between you. And then, at the end of the night, he’d tug you into his arms and kiss you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held. 

That would be nice, but this is better. He’s not holding you like you’re something fragile or something too precious for this world. He’s kissing you like you’re the very air he needs to survive. He’s greedy with his affections and demanding with his wants. 

You’re being consumed and devoured. And you never want to stop. This is all you’ve ever wanted with him, from him. 

Sadly, you do have to breathe. You’re the one that forces the stop, you’re sure he would have happily suffocated if it meant he could keep touching you like this. You pull back, the air coming in short pants between your parted lips. 

You can already feel them swelling, the slight irritation on your cheeks from his stubble. You don’t mind, you quite like the feeling. He speaks before you can, a pleased smile on his face. “Forgive me yet?”

You chuckle, a little impressed by how cheeky he is, still slightly pissed off. “Why don’t you do that again and I’ll think about it?”

He rolls his eyes but you can see the smile fighting against his firm glare. “You’re really gonna make me work for it, huh?”

You smile and nod, leaning into him again. “You’re never gonna hear the end of it,” you whisper before dipping down and kissing him again. You can’t believe you ever doubted just how much he cares for you. 

He didn’t choose Jean over you. He’s just a dumbass. 

a/n: I had to resist putting in a “pick me, choose me, love me” line in there bc that would have just been too much lol

end. — I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

General Taglist: @evasmlp

Logan Taglist:  @nonamevenus @smexy-bucky-waifu @wh1sp @peony-always @corvusmorte  

@mrs-ephemeral  @wolviesgirl ♡ 

[stellarwhisper]

Random Astrology Observation

The fact that Mars is in the first house suggests that confidence, physique, and self-image are highly valued. These people appear to focus their energy on keeping up a powerful, alluring persona. Being eager to give people more self-assurance points to a helpful and inspiring personality.

Mars's position in the ninth house presents an exciting and daring image. The love of adventure, philosophy, and travel fits very well with this placement's expansive character. Extreme sports fervor is indicative of a will to push limits and experience life to the fullest. A desire to disseminate knowledge and a broader viewpoint are reflected in the goal of education and teaching. Adhering to specific values gives their approach more depth and makes the journey lively and meaningful.

Sagittarius Mars traits indicate a great dislike for anything that restricts their freedom or stifles their independence. They don't like to wait around and value efficiency, thus being on time is crucial to them. They cherish their autonomy, therefore any attempts to limit or control them may encounter opposition. People in this role may also become frustrated by unreasonable responsibilities and rigidity.

The variety of characteristics that people with Leo moons exhibit, from a difficult connection with trust to creativity, forgiveness, and a craving for attention and giving. The knowledge of their inclinations, driving forces, and educational experiences deepens the comprehension of this lunar positioning.

Even though it can occasionally come out as judgmental, Virgo Sun people's honesty is valued for its directness. Their readiness to be open about their true emotions and to offer candid counsel is indicative of their dedication to truth and authenticity.

People with Jupiter conjunct Moon are described as having a strong and alluring emotional presence. They seem to have a significant influence on people around them if they can control emotions and use their auras to create a spell. Through their artistic or intellectual endeavors, individuals appear to have secret knowledge banks that open up when they communicate their feelings. The secret to revealing the depth and richness within is found in the allure of their bursting emotions.

In fact, the 10th house in astrology is frequently linked to one's profession and public life. It stands for a person's reputation, accomplishments, and career goals. The planets and signs that make up the 10th house, along with any aspects that they may form, can provide information about a person's attitude toward their work, public persona, and desired global influence.

The depiction of Pisces Mercury in a relationship creates a lovely image of profound understanding of their partner and nearly psychic communication since they have sensitive energy to sense whether something is off. When words are utilized they will use it to bring out the most understanding and sensitive parts of their partner, they love a connection that appears to be a source of consolation and healing. They want their friendship or relationship to take on a lyrical and inspiring dimension due to their appreciation of arts especially music and they have the possibility of writing or even dedicating songs for their loved ones.

Mars in the seventh house frequently denotes a forceful and proactive approach to interpersonal connections. People that have this placement tend to be direct, aggressive, and passionate in their relationships. They can be looking for a companion who can have lively conversations and is just as vivacious. They might have a strong desire to take the lead in relationships and relish the excitement of working together on projects. Direct communication and a desire to resolve conflicts amicably are two possible components of conflict resolution.

Venus in the Ascendant, sometimes referred to as Venus in the First House, frequently improves a person's attractiveness, charm, and relationship style. People that are placed in this position typically have a friendly and cheerful disposition. They could be naturally magnetic, capturing the attention of others with their charisma or beauty. Their identity is greatly shaped by their relationships, and they may place a high importance on harmony and aesthetics in their self-expression. A great desire to establish and preserve lovely relationships in the social and personal domains may be present.

[gallawitchxx]

hi gallabitches (fond),

i am feeling very sappy as kinktober is halfway over & i continue to sit it out this year due to health & work-load & brain blips. so i just wanted to name an emotional experience i'm having because maybe you're having it too?

things are changing around here. things have changed. interests, time, desires, energy levels, schedules, lives have changed. the bubble that was 2020-2022? 23? has burst for real. people have moved on. that is ok. this is ok. this is life. (woof!) but it's that last one that's been getting to me lately -- the people.

this fandom is so special & there's something really loving about the people that are drawn to this space. my god, the talented, warm, big-hearted, nurturing, genius, creative, expansive, vulnerable, perfectly made people that find their way here!! & all because we happen to love these two fucked-up, growing, frustrating, devoted, horny, idiot felons and soulmates so deeply we want to fucking scream about it on tumblr dot com. my best friends are here.

so yes, what's happened/is happening is sad. i am Sad about it! & also the people keep coming! there's been this new wave of incredible, talented, lovely people who have showed up to take the unhinged baton & do their own lap around the windy city. that is the cycle! it's delightful! my sweet fresh danny devitos, i love your work!! & the best news is i/you/we don't have to fucking go anywhere at all! we can write & make & scream & lose our goddamn minds over these fools for a lifetime. i'm certainly not done. just switching up the pace.

but if you're someone who's moved on or is moving on, go, go, go & may you let love lead you to your next soft place to land. thank you for being such a huge part of my life for the past few years. what we all created together is nothing short of a miracle. thank you. i love you. thank you. ALSO SHOW BACK UP ON MY DASH AT ANYTIME. STAY IN TOUCH. TELL ME YOU ARE SAFE. I AM WORRIED ABOUT YO--

i love this place. thank you to the pals who are feeding us so good this kinktober. community makes me emotional!!!!!!

bee xx

[matchalattegreen]

hi, i know that you like to wright (i've seen ur works, REALLY GOOD BTW) so i was wondering if we could have something like a Dallas and Reader kinda thing where they have to babysit and he drops by. since he hates children, he sorta insults it, but soon falls for tha baby and starts to love it and act kind for once. srry if its a lot, but i just thought it would be cute <3

tysm!! sry it took me so long to write this it took a lot of thinking lol but hope you like it!!!

Dallas x Reader: Babysitting

"(Y/N) can I have some milk?"

You smile down at the little toddler. "Of course sweetie, come with me." You lead her to the kitchen and grab the carton of milk out of the fridge and pour her a small glass. "Here you go."

She takes the glass and begins to drink it thirstily. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. "Gimme a minute sweetie I have to go see who that is."

She nods and you make your way over to the door and look through the peephole. It's your boyfriend, Dally. You open the door.

"Babe, what are you doing here, I'm babysitting."

He grins. "I know. Your brother told me you'd be here so I thought I'd stop by."

You roll your eyes. "Dal, you can't just stop by, this is basically my work. And you hate little kids."

He sighs and makes a pouting face. "But I'm not here to see some stupid kid. I'm here to see you."

"Well I've gotta take care of said kid so I need you to leave."

He sticks out his bottom lip even further. "Please... I just wanna be with you."

You glare at him for a minute then give up and roll your eyes. "Fine. But watch your language, no smoking, no being dumb, and just be nice."

"Damn, you'd think I'm the one you're babysitting when you talk like that," he says. You turn back and glare at him. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He struts into the living room and makes himself comfortable on the couch.

"Who's that?" says the little girl upon seeing him.

You panic. "Uh, that's just my friend. He wanted to help me babysit you because he loves little kids and he thinks you just look adorable." She smiles and blushes a bit. Then of course Dally has to speak up.

"The hell do you mean 'I love little kids'?"

You glare at him then jab your thumb towards the girl to silently tell him to just go with it for her sake. He sighs and speaks in an annoyed tone. "You're right, I do love little kids."

You smile at him gratefully and smile back at the little girl. "See, we're gonna have so much fun together! You wanna play dolls or something?"

"Yeah!" she exclaims with excitement.

You pull out her large bin of dolls. "Come on, Dal. Why don't you play with us?"

He speaks sternly. "I'm not playing with that shit." You glare at him again, silently telling him that you really need him to just go along with it and play. He rolls his eyes. "I mean, of course. I love dolls."

He gets down on the floor with us and picks up a doll then turns to you. "Can this doll get beat up in a rumble?"

"What?"

He smirks. "You know, I just think that would make her character a lot better."

"Dally, none of the dolls are getting beat up in rumbles. Let's go through the rules of playing dolls. The dolls do not fight, steal, smoke drink, lie, get arrested, or do anything you would do."

He stares at me with a frustrated look. "Okay, okay. This doll is a princess."

The little girl giggles. "Her name is Rosecastle!!"

You smile at her creativity and look back at Dally. He has an annoyed look on his face. "Fine. It's Rosecastle."

The little girl holds up her own doll. "And this is her sister, Daisycrown!!"

Dally opens his mouth to say something but you shoot him a warning look. He sighs and his tone softens. "Yes, Rosecastle and Daisycrown are the prettiest princess sisters in all the land."

The little girl bursts out giggling and you smile at Dally. He manages a smile back, then, your phone starts ringing. The call is coming from the girl's mom.

"Hey guys I gotta take this real quick can you both be good for just a couple minutes please?

The little girl grins and nods and Dally just rolls his eyes. "Yea, fine, fine."

You smile and begin to step into another room. "Okay, thanks guys, I'll be back in just a minute."

You answer the phone. The girl's mom just wanted to tell you that she got caught in traffic and will be a bit later than she expected. You tell her it's no problem and you can keep watching her daughter. She asks how it's been going and you tell her it's been great. You say goodbye and hang up the phone then step back into the living room and you are a bit surprised.

Dally is actually legitimately playing dolls with the little girl. And it doesn't seem forced either. In fact, he is actually smiling and seems to be enjoying himself.

You smile at this scene. "Were you guys okay while I was on call?"

The little girl grins and nods, then Dally changes his expression to try and seem more serious, though he is clearly struggling. "Um, yeah we were... I mean, we were alright..."

You hold back laughter at him trying to still seem tough. "Oh, okay. Well I guess if you thought it was just alright you could just go home. I mean, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to, Dally."

"No!" he bursts out. He realizes what he did and starts blushing a bit out of embarrassment. "I mean no, I'll stay. You know, just cause I can."

You continue to hold back laughter. "Okay, sure go ahead and stay if you want, I mean I don't really care."

He grins and keeps playing dolls. Him and the little girl seem to really be having fun. You can't help but smile at how well they are getting along.

"Well," you think to yourself. "Maybe he really does like little kids."

[doumadono]

KOCHANIE MEGA WIELKIE GRATKI DLA CIEBIE TAK SIĘ CIESZĘ AAAAAAAA!!!!!! PISZESZ SUPER I CIESZE SIĘ, ŻE ROZWIJASZ SWOJĄ TWÓRCZOŚĆ O NOWE FANDOMY. KOCHAM W CHUJ 💜

Learning their language - poproszę f reader z Bakugo lub Deku lub Kirishimą!

Bakugo learning Polish - headcanons

A/N: thank you, for your wonderful support, Paulinko! I opted for headcanons since the fic exceeded 4k words and I was unsure how to conclude it 😩 I hope you find enjoyment in this set!

MASTERLIST

At first, Bakugo is totally against the idea of learning Polish. He argues that if his girlfriend wants to be with him, she should learn Japanese. Classic Bakugo & his stubbornness.

He declares, "I'll master this language in no time, just watch!"

During his first few attempts, Bakugo hilariously mispronounces Polish words. He tries to say "cześć" but ends up saying something like "shhheeess" instead, leading to confused stares from his girlfriend.

He tries to make flashcards and ends up accidentally setting them on fire due to his boiling anger and frustration.

Midoriya genuinely tries to help Bakugo learn, and during a study session, he says something supportive like, "Learning a new language is like mastering a new quirk, Kacchan!"

Bakugo's Polish language journey takes an unexpected turn when he masterfully learns the first word: "kurwa." Unfortunately, he becomes a bit too proficient at it, and now "kurwa" becomes his go-to expression whenever he's frustrated or annoyed.

Bakugo's curse-laden vocabulary starts to seep into his Polish attempts. He exclaims, "Kurwa, it's cold today!" or "Ja pierdole, I'm so fucking tired!" and his girlfriend can't help but burst into laughter at his seamless integration of expletives.

Bakugo's first attempts at pronunciation longer Polish sentences are more like an explosion of consonants than actual words. He struggles with pronouncing "dziś czuję się dobrze" or "dzisiaj mamy ładny dzień". His girlfriend tries her best not to burst into laughter as he declares, "Ja pi-kurwa-er-dowhatever grrrr!"

Bakugo's temper flares up during a particularly tough lesson, and he starts cursing in Polish. His girlfriend can't help but laugh at his creative and highly inappropriate choice of words.

Bakugo's girlfriend finds his dedication endearing and starts teaching him Polish phrases as they cuddle in bed. Bakugo grumbles about how he's "only doing this because it's practical to know more than one language" while secretly enjoying the late-night lessons.

He uses Google Translate with unwavering confidence, thinking he's got this language thing down. However, he quickly realizes that the phrases he's trying to use are as awkward as trying to diffuse a bomb blindfolded.

Bakugo's top Polish words are: pierogi (dumplings), kurczak (chicken), cycki (boobs), chrzcielnica (baptismal font) and pociąg (train). No one knows why and what for though.

Bakugo's practice sessions sound like an intense workout montage. He paces around his room, muttering Polish phrases with increasing determination, and occasionally throwing in a few furious "damns", "kurwa" and "shits" when he gets frustrated.

Instead of polite greetings, Bakugo greets his girlfriend and classmates with a booming "Hej, kurwa!" or "Cześć, idioci!" The look on her face is a mix of disbelief and amusement as she tries to explain the appropriate way to say hello.

One day, he proudly tells his girlfriend, "I learned a new word today: 'dziękuję.' It means 'thank you'." She chuckles and praises him for a succesfull attempt.

The other day, Bakugo presents his girlfriend with a hastily written note that reads, "Jesteś moją ulubioną kobietą." She giggles and gives him a loving hug, appreciating the sentiment despite the unconventional phrasing - her heart melts on spot!

Bakugo's determination doesn't waver, even in the face of his linguistic struggles. He proudly tells his girlfriend, "I might not be fluent yet, but I'll damn well keep trying until I can butter you up in Polish like a pro!"

Glossary: cześć - hi kurwa - this one has few meanings. First obvious one is “fuck” and second is “whore”. Kurwa can also be used as a pause in sentence to show how much angry you are ja pierolę - it's like with kurwa, it can have multiple meanings depending on context, closest equivalent in english would be "fucking hell" or "fuck me" (when you're surprised or angry) dziś czuję się dobrze - today I'm feeling well dzisiaj mamy ładny dzień - today's a nice day idioci - morons jesteś moją ulubioną kobietą - you're my favorite woman

[captmickey]

Noticing the “Open” sign on your shop, I mosey in to talk.

- Favourite act of Three Adventurers?

- The secrets to bear in mind when mapping out a comic page?

- Creativity is most fun when ________.

- Share a behind the scenes moment from your art/writing. (I blank out if asked questions like this, but maybe one will come to mind while answering another question?)

- If you were a fan creating a favourite quotes page from your works, what would be some of the quotes you’d collect?

-How far can Link’s ears toggle? What is the range of those things?

(Pick and choose any of the above!)

1 - Favourite act of Three Adventurers? Ooooh... hmm, I feel like it'll change as I go further down the line, but so far it's a tie between acts 5 and 7. Five because it forced me to get creative with how to distinguish the boys when they're one person (and I'm sorry, but I love Effie so much and I miss her as well as Giggle). Seven because I really did try to do better with pacing, I got to explore more with Guybrush within 3adv, how all of ya'll reacted towards Mako (and me clapping my hands like a seal with each week), and because I FINALLY got to do the cool action shot I've been dying to do since I started 3adv- which was Graham shooting the ice arrow as he's shot out of the water.

2 - The secrets to bear in mind when mapping out a comic page? DO. NOT. CLUTTER. LESS IS MORE. I have to scream that at myself and then go "Can this panel, if it's not working for the page, be pushed to the next page? Does it add anything? Can it be scrapped? Can a different panel be scrapped or even merged?" and go from there. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I try to make my panels cohesive and not a jumble of too many panels. Also reeeeeeeally helps to have the speech bubbles easy to follow and lead the eye. I read it somewhere once and it kinda lived in my head ever since.

3 - Creativity is most fun when ________. When you do it for yourself. I know it's more appealing and even rewarding when others respond or give feedback (I'd be a liar if I didn't admit of being guilty of wanting it), but it's super important and critical and even liberating when you create things for yourself first. I read somewhere, I think it was Alex Hirsch or Rebecca Sugar (or both and I'm combining the two) how when they made their shows, they did it as a something that they wanted to see and refused to budge for the fans, so I take that to heart when I make things. It might not be everyone's cup of tea, it might even anger or frustrate or have them throw a fit how it's not what they want... but when I'm making things for myself, it becomes way more fun and I don't feel so pressured. I even might surprise myself with what I'm able to pull off and that, as a creator, is so much fun.

4 - Share a behind the scenes moment from your art/writing. I have too many, ha ha. But one in particular was how I recently broke out of a writer's block of sorts of Act 8 of 3adv. Mainly I was on my way to work and honestly it was just.... a very ridiculous Looney Tunes-esqe kind of scenario with Guybrush that made me burst out loud in the car that I had to share with my sister (she is the only one that knows the entire spoiler for all of 3adv and tragically the one I bombard for feedback) and she, bless her so much, slam-dunked with an even dumber idea that made us both laugh super hard and things began to click so perfectly that I got to writing again after um... actively avoiding it. So when the act drops, and you see a joke that seems almost TOO cartoonish.... I apologize in advance.

5 - If you were a fan creating a favourite quotes page from your works, what would be some of the quotes you’d collect? You're really making me go through my works aren't ya? Ha ha, lets see.... off the top of my head that is posted and not, y'know, a WIP. From Act 7: The pirate’s jaw tightened slightly before he gave a smile that dripped with venomous resentment. “I did, actually. In fact, I’d say I thought it rather well considering you were more focused on beating me up both physically AND emotionally! Wow, who’d a thought a simple pirate such as myself could do such a thing!”  From Perspective: Number Two slammed the final nail in the coffin as Number One bursted out laughing, unable to contain himself. Did that boy really bring that in and thought it was a ticket? Who was the trickster that convinced him it was one?! The other guards laughed alongside him, but he simply had to leave the Theater out of fear that he would appear to be more unprofessional than he already was, laughing the whole way out.

From This Can Be Explained: “Okay, so don’t freak out–”

“Guybrush, there’s a dead body on the floor! How can I not freak out?!” Link shouted. From Sea of Adventurers: “Although… you two made it very clear that the seas doesn’t run in your veins.”

“How so?” Graham asked, sounding somewhat insulted, even though it was the truth.

“You two screamed the entire journey from where you initially washed up to this town when you witnessed the kraken and sharks.” The Pirate Lord explained. “You also crashed your ship repeatedly into the deck, anchored in the wrong place and at one point managed to set it on fire.”

There are more quote that I'm blanking out on... but I am curious what ya'lls favorite quotes are.

6 - How far can Link’s ears toggle? What is the range of those things? Pretty expressive! But mostly it goes up and down, not back and forward. I think I showed its range?

But yeah, it's rarely super high up but it does perk up when extremely happy, twitches when he hears noises and droops when annoyed, scared or bummed. But by default his ears is like.... juuuuuuust partially up, always listening. I ah........... realized it became canon when it happened in Breath of the Wild. So of course I made it canon in 3adv.

[a-headcanon-a-day]

AND YK WHAT? I LIKE YOU. Allow me to give you every single headcanon I have on Leo’s “genius and madness” whole thing.

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1. Unrelenting Creativity: Leo’s mind is a whirlwind of ideas, constantly creating and inventing without pause. He barely sleeps, staying awake for days at a time while working on multiple projects. His workshop is littered with half-finished inventions, a chaotic manifestation of his relentless drive to create. The madness comes when he can't stop—the need to solve problems or build something is insatiable, even when it’s unhealthy.

2. Isolation and Genius: While his friends see Leo as the heart of the group with his humor and charm, there's an underlying loneliness that stems from his intelligence. He often feels isolated because others can’t keep up with his thought processes, leading to moments of frustration where he retreats into his work. In these times, Leo’s genius crosses over into madness, as he speaks aloud to himself or his machines, (as I mentioned before) desperate for some form of understanding.

3. Obsessive Perfectionism: Leo can’t stand imperfection in his creations. A tiny flaw or a slight malfunction sends him spiraling into a cycle of obsessively fixing and rebuilding things, even when everyone else thinks the invention is perfect. This perfectionism pushes him toward the brink of madness, as he will forgo food, rest, or even safety to make something “just right.”

4. Flashes of Inspiration (and Breakdown): Leo experiences moments of sudden, blinding inspiration—epiphanies that hit him like lightning. These flashes give him the solutions he needs but leave him physically and emotionally drained afterward. After a particularly intense burst of creativity, Leo may break down, muttering incoherently or becoming jittery, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of ideas in his mind.

5. Playing with Fire—Literally and Figuratively: His control over fire is both a gift and a curse. When Leo is calm and focused, he can wield fire with ease, crafting with it in ways that no one else can. But in moments of intense emotion or mental strain, the fire becomes uncontrollable. His genius has given him mastery over fire, but his madness threatens to consume him in a literal blaze. Does he have burn marks from these breakdowns? Yes. Yes he does.

6. Disregard for His Own Safety: Leo's genius often leads him to take dangerous risks, throwing caution to the wind when working on new projects. He doesn’t care if an experiment could explode or if a prototype is volatile—his curiosity outweighs his self-preservation. His friends constantly worry about him getting hurt, but Leo shrugs it off, joking about how many times he’s already almost blown himself up.

7. Machines as Friends: Leo’s machines are more than just tools or creations to him; they are his companions, particularly when he feels disconnected from people. He talks to them, gives them personalities, and even argues with them. It’s both endearing and unsettling to his friends, as they wonder if his genius is driving him to madness, blurring the line between reality and imagination.

8. Haunted by Failure: Leo is plagued by the fear of failure, stemming from both his mother’s death and his perceived mistakes during the *Heroes of Olympus* journey. This fear drives him to obsess over his inventions, refusing to accept anything less than perfection. The madness comes in when he starts to second-guess every decision he’s made, worrying that one small error could lead to catastrophe.

9. Inventing as a Coping Mechanism: Whenever Leo is overwhelmed emotionally—whether it’s guilt, sadness, or anxiety—he turns to inventing as a way to cope. His mind races with blueprints and designs, blocking out the pain. The problem is that this only works temporarily; as soon as the invention is done, the emotions come crashing back, and he’s left even more exhausted and mentally strained.

10. Fear of Losing Control: Deep down, Leo is terrified that one day his genius will push him too far, and he’ll lose control—of his powers, his mind, or both. This fear sometimes manifests in his humor, as he jokes about being “crazy” or “unhinged,” but it’s a defense mechanism to mask his very real anxiety about losing himself to the madness that comes with his brilliance.

But yeah, that’s all :p

how about you just run the acc

how about we get married /j

I LOVE YOU RANDOM PERSON YOUR HCS ARS SO AGHHHH

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

I had a bit of a meltdown, and I thought it might have something to do with my mental health.

Mind sharing some calming words of wisdom for me?

All I have to offer right now is saying that things will look up soon. Don't hold feelings in until you burst. I've learned over the years that keeping it all inside until you explode can lead to not only you hurting others, but also hurting yourself. You may say things you don't mean, or say something the wrong way.

Instead, just let your frustrations out in a more creative and constructive way. For instance, I have issues with controlling my anger and sadness. I draw and color in coloring books to vent. I'll draw over the pictures and write things, making the characters say funny things and just let all of my frustrations out like that!

Obviously it won't work for everyone. But just know that your feelings are valid 💪

[minttangerines]

alright, I have thots to bring you to hopefully inspire you some more about soft dom!Hao. I am empty on the creative juices at the moment, but I have faith that you can work with what I am about to give you: inspired by this video.

"What are those?" You squint at the screen, eyes immediately drawn the the vivid red ropes draped across the headboard behind your coworkers head.

The OC and Minghao proceed to have a ten minute long conversation about the red ropes behind him and their purpose. Before realization subtly flickers across his eyes, biting back an amused smile he dives right into reprimanding you.

"Yah! Why aren't you focused on me?"

You can't help it; between your brooding, the wine and the ridiculousness of this entire situation you burst into exhausted laughter. Phone dangling upside down in your lap, giving Minghao a shakily inverted view of the nearly empty wine bottle, and your cat. The actual cat…not the one he was anticipating seeing.

You're tricking me into poorly writing this. This will be remembered, Kie.

The sound of your head slamming against your dining table results in him giving you a bit of mercy.

“You’re the one that wants something from me. And you know what I want from you. Why didn’t you ask us before we left for the passcode?” “Because Mingyu the Fool is supposed to be working on this, not me.” You do your best to hold back your frustration but the tossing of your phone onto the table confirmed that once again, you won’t indulge him.

Needing a moment to collect yourself, you slide your fingers into your roots before squeezing and counting to ten.

“If you wanted someone to pull you hair, you could have waited until I got back. It is good to know you can keep all of your faculties while undergoing pain though.”

The cheeky bastard is smirking. You hear it before you see it.

“Are you going to give me the passcode or not?” Your patience is in the lead for running out before the wine. Minghao tsks into the camera as he stands to remove his shirt. He continues to film himself as he goes into the bathroom to run the water for his shower.

“Are you going to beg me or not?” Metal delicately reverberating in the background makes an appearance. For a 5-star hotel, you expected better plumbing. Giving him the attention he is becoming desperate to receive, you take notice to the motion his other hand is making. The one undoing his belt. Fucking hell. New Text Message from Hoshi 🐯

Sorry, fell asleep after the meeting 🥱 Still need the passcode?

You reply with the affirmative.

"Tick tock..." is airily taunted through your phone speakers.

You contemplate who to ask about the red marks on Hoshi's wrist, him or the demon with the red rope tied to his bed.

@minisugakoobies

[heartbeatbookclub]

I feel like in general on this blog, I really do undersell exactly how private & introverted of a person I am used to be creatively, particularly in fandom spaces. When I say I've been entrenched fandom for a long time, I am not joking. Despite this, you'd be hard-pressed to find most fandom content I produced until...well, until this blog!

In fact, unless you know me in real life, it's unlikely you've ever seen any art which I've posted OUTSIDE of this blog, which is saying something, because there is a LOT of it, both original, and for shitloads of different fandoms. I am, at my core, an artist, as pretentious as that sounds; I create ad nauseam.

Despite this, I very rarely post publicly. The few times I have created a public page to post art, it was incredibly infrequent. And most of them are deleted, now. In fact, this blog is possibly the first time I've made an online account for fan content (or art in general) that has achieved general notoriety anywhere, and it's incredibly fun, but it has made me painfully aware that there's something of a reason I deleted most of my public art accounts...(/lh)

But seriously, I keep a comically low profile, despite enjoying both creating and receiving praise for creating. Part of it has to do with the particular way inspiration strikes me (the periods where I don't post to this blog are mostly actually because I'm looking for proper vision, despite wanting to create) which is why my creation of these sorts of things is so infrequent, because I know most people (particularly artists) don't do that, and it can be very concerning or frustrating to anyone paying attention.

It also creates a rather daunting prospect of creating something "good enough to share", which I have been increasingly working on not giving a shit about. And sometimes building relationships with people who sort of expect you to post/message them often, because that's the only way they know you're alive. I barely even talk to my irl friends as often as some people want to over the internet with me. It's wild.

I'm not complaining about the popularity of this blog by any means, nor how people have been interacting with it, I mostly just wanted to share that despite how it might look, it's actually significantly more normal for me to post basically nothing for months at a time and then have a burst of inspiration leading me to make like 3 posts that leave people raving for a week, then disappear of the face of the earth completely.

Like, you wanna talk how I normally am with art, I have piles of old Undertale doodles & fanfiction, which almost no one has seen, and I probably won't ever post again. I have art for a fandom I was in for maybe a week and have never done anything for again. I have drawn YouTubers I no longer watch. I have OCs which I haven't thought about in actual years. I have world concepts I literally used for a single drawing and nothing else. I have Omori fics and drawings I literally never posted publicly. There are probably people waiting on an update to a fic I wrote 6 years ago (when I was 15).

You wanna talk me in fandom spaces? There are people I know from my Undertale fandom days who I'm surprised are still posting. I know nearly every major artist in the Omori fandom on some sort of personal note (I'm still in a Discord with some of them), and they're the people who've seen my unpublished Omori art/fics. I would post stuff maybe once every month or two in that server. Most of them probably don't even realize they know me.

I know fandom drama I didn't even care about when it was happening.

For the better part of my life I've been the fandom equivalent to a mysterious stranger, blowing into a fandom maybe once a week, then once a month, then never again, people forgetting I was even ever there. There are friends I've made over social media who I've not seen or spoken to in an actual decade.

I just live my life. I make shit. Sometimes I'm active in a particular space on social media for a while. I meet some new people. I am cheesed to meet them. The case goes cold. I continue living my life. I go elsewhere.

I think this is both vitally important to understand on the internet, especially in a fandom sense (The Internet is not your life, please remember that you can literally turn your computer off and leave) and also a really bad habit I have that, while somewhat amusing, means that by nature a lot of the new friendships I make are temporary.

Also, if ever we message each other and I stop talking to you, that's not because I'm mad or forgot you or something; if I don't have anything to say I don't say anything. Small talk is my bane because it feels dishonest. Offer to play TF2 or Overwatch with me or something.

Now that I'm thinking about it, this is actually generally applicable to all online spaces I'm in, which might make the entire thing seem a little silly... There are people I've met on online games like Roblox, or old flash games, or old websites where you can PLAY those flash games, who I just disappeared from one day. A lot more of my life than I thought is intrinsically ephemeral...hm.

It's to the point that a lot of people know who I am but don't realize who I actually am because my name is sorta generic, so they don't make the connection. I make a lot of jokes about it on my main but most people don't even realize I'm The Mind Electric Guy who made the big mash-ups and also the Catboy Electric. And Johnny Johnny Electric but we don't talk about that one.

There are times where I'll have people in my comments/messages going "wait YOU'RE THAT GUY? YOU MADE THAT?!?!" about something completely unrelated, and i'm just like "yeah i was bored on a saturday". I'm like the Neil Cicierega of obscure internet/niche fandom bullshit.

Wait, so I'm like Neil Cicierega. And I've been told I resemble him more than once, so maybe that's fitting.

As a reward for making it through my silly ramblings, here's a little proof in the pudding! Here's some incredibly old DDLC fanart from my initial obsession to a little later, not exactly in chronological order. You can really see my improvement as an artist, which is actually pretty funny, because imitating some other DDLC fanartists is specifically how I started getting better at drawing people

These are incredibly old! You can tell, because they look like SHIT! I didn't really know a lot about how to draw people at this point in time, and what became my style was super poorly defined here! I have some other super old art which really shows off how bad i was at drawing people, particularly in the waist. Believe it or not, this is a better showing than most others around this time.

Hey, at least they're recognizable, right?

This right here, this is the exact moment where drawing faces started to click for me. I still think this is one of my best showings from this particular time period, even though it's still got a lot of line jank, and I'm pretty blatantly ripping from a different artist (who no longer has an online presence, so weh, have at it). I still really like this drawing, and a lot of the experimentation that was on this page.

also, you can see me trying to draw boobs for the first time! ain't that a sight!

These are a weird period where I'm drawing a lot of different things on the same sketchbook page just to fill them up, which...I mean, I guess I should be proud I used to draw that much! They certainly do look cool, too. This image of Sayori in an Adidas tracksuit is directly referenced from a picture of a Sayori cosplayer I found on Instagram once upon a time. The @ you see pictured there is my old private instagram--you can try to follow it, but I doubt you're going to get anywhere!

I think a big problem you see in a lot of these is just that I'm uncertain in my lines, even in sketching and doodling, which is still a problem I struggle with sometimes. Also I don't really get how clothes work. But this is significantly better than how some of my old art used to look like, so I'm glad for that!

Can you identify all of the other pictured characters? There are 3 musicians and 2 YouTubers present!

I drew this in 8th grade? I think? These might be slightly out of order. I really liked drawing Sayori.

I really didn't like how this turned out when I first did it. I don't often do digital pieces and even less often work in color, but when i do, they tend to take a lot of time and effort. I think this is definitely rough around the edges, but the amount of work I put in to really make this pop is something I enjoy. Just wish I'd spent longer on those hands...

Remember how I said I used to really vibe with MC x Sayori?

Yeah.

Here's some more, including a more fleshed out MC design. I think I did this my senior year of high school?

And this, dear viewers, is a Sayori I doodled from memory roughly a year ago.

I didn't really have much direction here, I just wanted to talk about this stuff, and I had these that I wanted to share. These drawings were all from roughly 2018-2023.

[ifidiedinadream]

How about an AU style fic where Joel really is just some dude, who sings in bars and clubs. Then Niko, who's the lead singer of a famous band (aka Blind Channel) is scouting for a new singer to work with them. He finds Joel singing in a dive bar one night and falls in love with his voice. He wants Joel to join the band, but he'll have to prove himself to the rest of the boys before he's accepted 😏

hi hello 🖤 content warning for dubcon if you squint, but joel is a whore so it doesn't really apply

oh and bukkake

also on ao3

Niko takes a sip of the cheap beer, willing the alcohol to obnubilate his disappointment and all the bitter feelings as soon as possible. 

Another fruitless day; the quest of finding the missing piece for Blind Channel is starting to feel futile. The little bubbles burst in Niko’s glass, one after the other, and his frustration only grows as the foam diminishes until it’s only a thin veil over the yellow liquid. Frustration is an emotion he doesn’t like too much - it’s too close to hopelessness, the step immediately prior, and Niko can stay focused and determined all he wants but he can’t pretend it’s not taking a toll on him for too long. 

Maybe they’re destined to stay a five piece band. But Niko doesn’t like singing alone all that much. 

“C’mon,” Joonas elbows him, pulling him out of his musings, “stop thinking about it. You won’t find a solution now, here out of all places.” 

“I know,” Niko shrugs and takes another sip, “can’t help it.” 

“You need a break, though. All of us do, actually,” Tommi suggests. Olli nods in agreement.  

“And like, even if we weren’t to find anyone… we’ve always worked well as a five piece. We can keep doing that. If all else fails.” 

Aleksi utters this sentence quietly, carefully. He knows it’s not what Niko wants to hear, that it doesn’t align with his creative vision and yes, maybe they’ve worked well so far, they earned a dedicated fanbase who loves them, but it’s not enough for Niko, not anymore; he needs someone to bring something new to the table, he needs a new voice, new sensitivity that’ll take the band to the next level. 

(And pull them out of their current stale, annoying writing block.) 

Niko doesn’t answer Aleksi, tired and unwilling to start an argument with his friend; he only sighs instead, making the beer in his glass spin with a light movement of his wrist. It’s hard to tell what the future holds for them. 

Suddenly there’s a change in lights in the already dim dive bar and it catches Niko’s attention. He turns to a corner of the room, where someone is putting a music stand in front of a chair. It’s lonely and slightly sad. Just thinking back to the days he wasn’t a successful musician leaves him with a sense of tiredness that reaches deep in his bones. 

It’s a blond guy, tall and lean, with a guitar in hand. The first thing Niko thinks is that he’s damn gorgeous, with the black streaks in his hair and the chains around his neck and all the tattoos. Why is he performing in such a bar? Why isn’t anyone but himself paying attention to him? 

He starts to sing. Niko’s mouth falls open at the first note; the voice that conveys it is like velvet, sensual and soothing, and Niko feels all warm inside. When the chorus hits, his voice opens up and gets louder and dirtier, possibly containing all the rage and frustration the dude’s been keeping inside. It’s not easy to do. He’s giving all of himself to a crowd who barely even notices him, but maybe it’s better like this, for it seems like an incredibly intimate moment for the performer. A vulnerable one - and Niko is astonished to witness it, even if it leaves him feeling like he’s prying. 

And to think, he’s only singing a rock version of a well known pop song. 

“Damn, he’s good,” Aleksi comments. Niko hasn’t noticed when their table has gone silent. 

“He is,” Joonas agrees, “kinda fits our vibe.” 

Indeed. 

“He’s the one. We need him in our band.” 

“Woah, calm down, bud,” Tommi crosses his arms on his chest. “How many artists have we turned down that we were fairly impressed with at first again?”  

“No, it’s not the same,” Niko says. “None of them could perform like this. Be this soulful and raw and technically competent at the same time. He’s exactly what I had in mind.” 

“So we’re asking him to join?” 

“Fuck yeah we are.” 

The others don’t answer, quietly agreeing, Niko supposes, and soon enough they’re enraptured by this mysterious singer’s voice again. They decide to go talk to him after his set is over, but as they walk over to what is supposed to be the stage, Aleksi glances over at Niko with an amused grin. 

Only slightly concerning, thank you very much. 

“I can’t promise you I will behave.”  

Niko rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. Not this fucking fixation of Aleksi’s again. 

“When do you, like, ever.” 

The singer watches them approach with wide eyes underlined in black, beautiful and blue and a bit wild. Niko finds it endearing; he’s starstruck. 

“Hi, I’m Joonas,” Joonas stretches his hand out to him, “just wanted to say sick performance. We loved your voice.” 

The guy grabs Joonas’ hand and shakes it timidly, despite towering over him. 

“Thank you.” 

“We have a proposition for you. Let’s go outside,” Aleksi says. 

Niko glances over at Aleksi, a warning in his eyes. All in all, there isn’t much he can do to stop him; Niko might be the CEO, but if Aleksi wants something, he’ll get it. Niko doesn’t even hate the idea, he only hopes it won’t scare the singer away - he’d hate to lose such a good candidate just because his bandmate is a damn pervert. 

“S-sure,” the singer slings his guitar case over his shoulder. “I’m Joel, by the way.” 

“We’ve been scouting for a new singer,” Niko explains as soon as they’re by their cars in the dimly lit parking lot. “And we think you might be perfect for our band.” 

Joel gasps audibly. “Me? You want me in your band?” 

“Not so fast, kid,” Aleksi says, “you need to prove yourself to us first.” 

The guys all exchange glances, figuring out what’s going on, feeling rather excited about it by the looks of it, while Joel looks at them confused. 

“Sure thing, I can sing whatever you want. I can also play guitar and drums.” 

“We saw how virtuoso you are,” Tommi says. “It’s your motivation we need to put to test.” 

“My… motivation?” 

“How hard do you wanna be part of Blind Channel, handsome?” Joonas asks, and Joel looks at him with the same wild eyes as before. “We’ll change your life. We’ll make a rockstar out of you, isn’t that your dream? Don’t you want it with your entire being?” 

“I - yes, it’s what I want.”    

“Then blow me,” Aleksi says, undoing his belt hastily, “I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” 

“Blow us,” Olli corrects. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard ‘em,” Niko says. “If you wanna be part of the band, we need to make sure you’re one hundred percent compatible with us. Gotta see if your throat is worth it.” 

“I -” 

“It’s your choice,” Tommi deadpans. 

Joel is red in the face, his breathing shallow. Aleksi has already taken himself out because he has zero chill and Olli isn’t far behind; Joel isn’t looking at them but in the void in front of him, weighing his options. Niko is in no rush. 

After a moment of palpable tension and expectation, Joel gently drops his guitar to the floor and falls to his knees. He’s still too tall, Niko muses, but they’ll make it work. 

Aleksi reaches out to touch Joel’s face, guiding it ever so gently to his hard cock. He rubs his thumb over Joel’s bottom lip and observes his face almost fondly, before he lets him take his dick into his mouth, not holding back a sigh when he does. 

Joel, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to hate it; in fact he’s sucking avidly, eyes closed, throat expanding visibly as he welcomes Aleksi in. Aleksi puts his hand in his hair and pulls him closer with a moan. 

“Don’t be so selfish, Ale,” Joonas says. “Pass him on.” 

Reluctantly, Aleksi loosens the grip in Joel’s hair and lets him pull back. Joel’s eyeliner is running and he’s catching his breath, but soon enough he’s putting his mouth on Joonas, taking the tip between his lips and bringing a hand to massage his balls. Joonas throws his head back with a curse. The others, Niko included, are all lazily stroking themselves as they enjoy the show, Aleksi a bit more desperate than them as he already got a taste. 

Joel pulls away after a while, looking up at Joonas with glassy eyes before daring to do anything. Joonas tells him he can move along, and Niko loves how compliant Joel is, waiting for them to be satisfied before taking another dick in his mouth. 

“I’m sure he’ll fit in our band perfectly.” 

Niko can’t really explain it, but something changes in Joel upon hearing his remark; he starts sucking on Olli’s dick with great enthusiasm, making Olli moan loud, taking him deeply every time he sinks down on him. 

“Fuck yeah he will.” 

When Joel lets Olli’s cock go, he looks incredibly fucked out; his lips are plump and his cheeks red and his eyes and nose wet. He moves on to Tommi, who promptly makes him part his lips by taking his chin down. He spits in Joel’s mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

Joel obeys Tommi’s order and Niko’s hand picks up the pace around his own cock; if this goes on, he’ll probably come before it’s even his turn. 

“Good boy.” 

Again, Joel is invigorated by the praise. He dives into Tommi and takes in as much of him as he can, all the while Tommi is holding him close by the nape. He starts bobbing his head up and down, and then Aleksi is moving closer to Tommi, painfully hard dick in his hand. 

“Let me…” 

Tommi lets go of Joel and Joel turns to Aleksi; he opens his mouth wide and accepts the load Aleksi spills into his mouth with a low grunt and frantic movement of his hand. Joel only closes his lips when he’s sure Aleksi has finished, swallowing down all his cum with an expression that doesn’t betray disgust, quite the contrary; Aleksi caresses his hair once before stepping back. 

“Fuck, he’s so good.” 

Finally, it’s Niko’s turn: he’s so turned on by the little show Joel has been giving them that he doubts he’ll be able to draw this out, and he’s more than eager to feel how Joel’s mouth feels like. 

When he welcomes him in, Niko feels the sticky wetness of the remains of Aleksi’s cum, but it doesn’t bother him. Joel’s mouth is like a warm embrace, not much different than his singing voice, and his blue eyes glisten as he looks up at him, doing his best to please him. The other guys (minus Aleksi) have gathered around them, all of them now close to their release. They’re pumping their cocks near Joel’s face, while Joel is occupied sucking Niko’s cock, running his tongue down his shaft, sucking lightly on the head to swallow the beads of precum. Olli comes on his face and Joel barely winces, more out of surprise than anything. He only pulls back when Joonas hits his eye with his seed, and Niko thinks it must burn like crazy, but even then, Joel doesn’t relent, still working Niko’s cock like his life depends on it. 

Niko pulls away a second before he comes; he barely registers Joel’s red eyes, now open, and spills all over his face and in his mouth, adding to the cum of all his bandmates (Tommi came just a moment before him). Joel looks obscene yet so eager, and Niko would like to keep his eyes open and watch him, but the intensity of his orgasm doesn’t let him. His legs shake and his ears ring as the pleasure explodes deep in his guts, reaching every limb in only a second. He’s entirely relaxed when he comes down, so much so that he has to lean back against the car for support while he waits for his vision to clear out. 

“Shit.” 

“Shit, indeed.” 

Niko straightens. Joel is still kneeling in between cars in the middle of the parking lot. He’s waiting for Niko to say something, if the pleading eyes he’s watching him with are any indicator. 

“Yeah, dude, you’re in,” Niko confirms, and Joel stands up so suddenly and vigorously it can’t be good for his blood pressure. 

“Really?!” 

“This was the deal,” Joonas explains, “so, yes.” 

“FUCK YEAH!” 

Joel hugs Niko forcefully, and Niko would be grossed out under different circumstances, but he already likes this kid so much that it’s hard to give a shit.  

[mysticinsightstarot]

Hiii how are you? I hope you're doing great!!

I would like to request a free reading on the career best suitable for me?

Thankyou ✨️🙏

yeah sweetheart why not

Loads of love and blessings 🙌 💖 💕 ❤️

Let’s dive into the career cosmos with a burst of energy and some bright, quirky vibes! 🌟✨ Get ready to uncover your ultimate path and how to make it happen!

1. Current Career Energy:

Card: The Chariot You’re on the move, babe! 🚗💨 The Chariot tells me you’ve got your eyes on the prize, and nothing’s gonna stop you. Right now, your career is all about drive, determination, and heading straight for your goals with fierce focus. You’re probably balancing a lot of things at once, but you’ve got the reins in your hands, and you’re steering your way to success like a total boss. Keep pushing forward—you’re in control!

2. Strengths and Skills:

Cards: 8 of Cups, The Magician, 6 of Wands Talk about a powerhouse combo! 💥 Your strength lies in your ability to walk away from what no longer serves you (8 of Cups), manifest the life you want (The Magician), and come out victorious (6 of Wands). You’ve got the courage to leave behind anything that doesn’t vibe with your true self, and you’re a master at using your skills and talents to create your own magic. Plus, you’re destined for recognition and success—people see your glow, and they can’t help but cheer you on. Keep owning that stage! 🌟

3. Passions and Interests:

Card: King of Cups Your heart is a deep ocean of wisdom, darling! 🌊 The King of Cups shows you’re passionate about things that resonate with your emotions and values. You’re drawn to roles that allow you to support and guide others with compassion and empathy. Whether it’s through creative expression, counseling, or leadership, you want to make a difference in a way that feels meaningful and emotionally fulfilling. Follow that heart of gold—it’ll lead you to your true calling!

4. Potential Challenges:

Cards: The Hierophant, Knight of Swords You’re a bit of a rebel with a cause! ⚔️ The Hierophant and Knight of Swords suggest you might struggle with the need to conform to traditional structures or authority. You’re driven by your ideas and might find it frustrating when others don’t catch up as quickly. The challenge is to balance your innovative spirit with the patience to navigate systems that may not move at your speed. Remember, sometimes slow and steady wins the race, but don’t let anything dull your sharp mind!

5. Best Career Path – Option 1:

Card: 5 of Pentacles Don’t let this card scare you! 🌧️ The 5 of Pentacles suggests a career where you help others through challenging times. Think of roles in social work, counseling, or even non-profit organizations where you can offer support to those in need. Your experience with hardship or empathy for others’ struggles could make you a beacon of hope in a field that desperately needs compassionate leaders like you.

6. Best Career Path – Option 2:

Card: 2 of Cups Partner up for greatness! 💞 The 2 of Cups points to a career that involves collaboration and partnership. Whether it’s in business, the arts, or a healing profession, working closely with others could bring out the best in you. This card is all about balance and mutual respect, so consider roles where relationships are key, and you can create something beautiful together with someone who shares your vision.

7. Best Career Path – Option 3:

Cards: The High Priestess, 4 of Swords Time to trust your intuition, mystic one! 🔮 The High Priestess and 4 of Swords suggest a career that allows you to delve into the mysteries of life, whether through research, spirituality, or a role that values introspection and wisdom. You might be drawn to psychology, writing, or even a spiritual path where you can explore the deeper truths and guide others with your inner knowledge. Take time to rest and reflect—it’s in those quiet moments that your true calling will reveal itself.

8. How to Pursue Your Best Career:

Cards: 4 of Cups, 6 of Swords Don’t settle for less, darling! 🚤 The 4 of Cups and 6 of Swords tell you to move away from anything that feels “meh” and head toward opportunities that offer growth and fulfillment. It might be time to leave behind the familiar and take a journey—literally or metaphorically—to find a career that excites you. Trust that something better is out there, and don’t be afraid to seek it out, even if it means stepping into the unknown.

Bottom of the Deck: 8 of Pentacles Hard work pays off, babe! 💪 The 8 of Pentacles is all about honing your craft and putting in the effort to perfect what you do. Whatever path you choose, know that your dedication and passion will lead to mastery. Keep grinding, keep learning, and keep shining—your dream career is within reach!

Song Channeled: "In the Morning" by ITZY You’re on the rise, and nothing’s gonna stop you from reaching your career goals! 🌅

There you have it! The universe has spoken, and now it’s time to chase after that dream with all the fire and flair you’ve got! 🌟✨

[mysumeow]

. . . ꒰ MATCHUP III

A/N: matchup for 🕷 anon !! sorry for taking this long aaaa i hope you likeit ;v;

I match you with Ga Ming. I think he would be like that one extroverted person who finds an introverted one and sorts of adopts them, haha. And the moment you get comfortable enough to reveal your sillier side, he matches your energy, which would eventually lead to inside jokes aplenty.

Ga Ming would appreciate a lot a silly keychain if you gave him one. He finds the gesture thoughtful and will always carry the keychain around with him, displaying it proudly for others to see. When someone asks him about it, he will ramble about how crafty you are and about your creativity. This applies to anything you gift him. There’s no doubt he’ll treasure everything.

Ga Ming has no qualms about receiving or giving physical affection when the situation is appropriate. You’ll notice he tends to link arms together whenever you’re walking by his side—he doesn’t even realize it when he does it. It’s absurd the number of times he invites you to dinner and offers to pay the bill, to the point where you will have to consider doing something to put a stop to it before he ruins himself financially. In short, quality time’s not something you would have to worry about not receiving.

As for your hobbies: Since he needs to keep in shape for his Wushou dancing, it’s not uncommon for him to join you in your basketball practices or when you work out. You find your way into his heart with ease when you give him what you cook or bake.

Ga Ming understands what’s like bottling up feelings and letting those frustrations burst when you can’t hold it in anymore. He’ll notice when there’s something bothering you, and if you’re willing to share, he’s an exceptional confidant.

In addition to this, he also understands what it’s like to be under an overprotective figure. He comprehends how suffocating it gets when there’s someone behind you trying to control your decisions and movements; therefore, his presence won’t ever feel overwhelming. He does look out for you when you seem stressed, but without being overbearing.

Honorable mention for this matchup: Kaeya.

Very broad explanation: Kaeya can be playful and teasing, which can complement your silly side.

[thatmcgwords]

One effective strategy is mindfulness. This involves observing your thoughts and emotions without judgment and anchoring yourself in the present moment, such as noticing your breath or paying attention to the sensations in your body. This practice helps disrupt the flow of persistent negative thoughts, promoting a mental environment where proactive and positive thinking can flourish. Additionally, setting specific, actionable goals – like completing a set number of study pages each day – can focus your mental energy on constructive activities that align with your personal values and long-term objectives. Both mindfulness and goal setting are strategies supported by research for reducing anxiety and enhancing cognitive performance.

 These actions didn’t eliminate his pain but they allowed him to live a more fulfilling life despite it. Similarly, you can reflect on what values are most important to you and work towards integrating activities into your life that reflect those values.

 These methods fall into three categories: mind resets, which help untangle distressing thoughts; body resets, focused on alleviating physical stress symptoms; and behavior resets, aimed at modifying actions to better achieve your goals. 

When indecision or unhelpful urges strike, weighing pros and cons is effective. Map out the benefits and drawbacks for each option. Consider short- and long-term outcomes. This visual exercise clarifies your choices and promotes balanced decision-making, ultimately reducing your stress and enhancing overall judgment.

If anxiety or frustration is building, engage in short bursts of physical activity like squats, push-ups, and jumping jacks for a set duration. An intense workout dispels anxious energy and improves mood and cognitive function, effectively reducing stress and helping you focus away from the pressures at hand.

When you’re in need of comfort, place one hand over your heart and the other on your belly, taking deep breaths. This simple act of placing your hands on your body can mimic the calming effects of a hug, significantly lowering your heart rate and cortisol levels. It’s an easy gesture of self-compassion that’s always available, to reduce stress.

When emotions threaten to dictate your actions, apply the STOP method to consciously pause and regain your composure. Remind yourself to: Slow down, Take a step back, Observe your feelings and surroundings, and Proceed mindfully. Keeping a visual reminder, such as a “STOP” sticky note or a themed charm, can help interrupt impulsive behaviors like speaking harshly. This technique encourages you to take a moment to reassess your reactions, fostering improved self-management and healthier habits.

If you’re feeling stuck or caught in a loop of rumination, take a walk outside and leave your phone behind. Focus on the natural environment and allow yourself to be fully present for at least ten minutes. This simple activity not only boosts your mental clarity and creativity but also contributes to your physical health, reducing risks of diseases and enhancing overall well-being.

Make exercise a priority. Set Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Time-sensitive – SMART – goals for activities you enjoy, like running or group fitness, and commit to participating. Regular physical activity significantly boosts mood, focus, and overall health, helping you tackle other life challenges more effectively.

When daily responsibilities overwhelm you, actively schedule time for enjoyable activities. This could be as simple as watching a sunset, trying a new hobby, or spending time with friends. Prioritizing joy not only enhances your current mood but also contributes to long-term well-being, making you more resilient against stress.

To handle setbacks more constructively, analyze your mistakes in detail using chain analysis. Identify the factors leading to the error and devise actionable steps to prevent recurrence. This method helps you learn from mistakes and fosters personal growth by showing that setbacks are opportunities for change, not reasons to give up.

[cinema-hallucinations]

Prompt: create a movie concept involving a drug with a list of side effects that are absurdly strange.

Title: Euphoria Enhanced

Tagling: Do you know what's in your pharmacy?

Logline: Struggling writer Barnaby stumbles upon a new drug called "Euphoria Enhanced" that promises heightened creativity. However, the side effects are far from ideal - he starts attracting pigeons, predicts the weather with his nose, and develops an uncontrollable urge to sing opera at inopportune moments.

Characters:

Barnaby "Barn" Finch (30s): A neurotic and creatively blocked writer. Desperate for a spark, he tries Euphoria Enhanced, a mysterious new drug.

Dr. Esmeralda "Esme" Von Schreck (60s): A flamboyant and slightly eccentric scientist who created Euphoria Enhanced. She may exaggerate the benefits but downplays the side effects… a lot.

Agent Rodriguez (40s): A by-the-book government agent tasked with investigating the illegal distribution of Euphoria Enhanced. He becomes increasingly frustrated as he chases leads that involve pigeons and spontaneous opera singing.

Henrietta (Voice): Barnaby's newfound pigeon companion, surprisingly eloquent and prone to philosophical musings (delivered in pigeon coos, translated by a special app).

Plot Summary:

Barnaby Finch, a struggling writer staring down a looming deadline, stumbles upon a flyer for a new drug called "Euphoria Enhanced." Promising heightened creativity and boundless inspiration, it seems like the answer to his writer's block. Despite some initial apprehension, Barnaby takes the plunge.

Initially, the drug seems to work - Barnaby starts churning out pages of brilliant, hilarious prose. However, the "enhancements" come with a cost:

Pigeon Empathy: Barnaby develops an inexplicable ability to understand pigeons. He finds himself inundated with their gossip and philosophical musings (delivered in pigeon coos, translated by a special app he downloads).

Weather Nose: Barnaby's nose starts predicting the weather. He can sniff the air and announce impending storms or sunshine with uncanny accuracy. This becomes increasingly inconvenient, especially during dates.

Opera Obsession: Barnaby develops an uncontrollable urge to burst into operatic song at the most inopportune moments. Imagine trying to negotiate a publishing deal while belting out a high C.

These bizarre side effects attract the attention of Dr. Esme Von Schreck, the eccentric creator of Euphoria Enhanced. She sees Barnaby as a valuable test subject (though doesn't disclose all the side effects). Meanwhile, Agent Rodriguez, tasked with investigating the illegal distribution of the drug, finds himself chasing leads that involve pigeons, opera singers, and a weatherman with a strangely accurate nose.

The climax involves a hilarious showdown between Barnaby, Dr. Esme, and Agent Rodriguez. Barnaby, with the help of his pigeon army and his newfound operatic talent (turns out, it can be quite intimidating), manages to expose Dr. Esme's exaggerated claims and Agent Rodriguez's rigid investigation methods.

Themes:

The importance of embracing creativity, even if it comes with a few quirks.

The value of collaboration and unexpected friendships (even with pigeons).

The dangers of unregulated pharmaceuticals and the importance of transparency.

Humor:

The film's humor comes from the absurd side effects of the drug and the way they disrupt Barnaby's life. Imagine a writer's meeting where everyone is trying to ignore his operatic outbursts or a chase scene where pigeons provide valuable intel and even participate in a high-speed pigeon race.

Ending:

Barnaby learns that true creativity isn't about shortcuts, but about embracing your own quirks. He ditches the drug and rediscovers his voice as a writer, albeit with an occasional pigeon consultation and a newfound appreciation for opera. Euphoria Enhanced is taken off the market, but not before Agent Rodriguez invests in a high-quality pair of noise-canceling headphones.