#either way yeah dont judge me

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

💡, 💌, 💥 and 💎 for Haru

LOVE & SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ═══ ANY VERSE ═══

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 💡 What made them realize their sexuality?

Haruko had a lot of friends growing up and has been dating since he was 13, nothing really made him realize his sexuality, he was always very interested in girls and boys. He never questioned it, and his family accepted it rather easily too. Although I imagine a younger Haru also saw images of NSYNC and the such and just..well, teenage boy.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 💌 When was their first serious relationship?

Okay I'm going to drop some Haru development Lore™ for y'all. I have had Haru for at least 5 years and he originated within a Jojo's Bizarre Adventure roleplau with my friend @magicshadowkitten which primarily took place within Part 4. Haruko had recently graduated highschool and was back for the summer within Morioh where he and The Squad™ worked together through the events of Part 4 and eventually he ended up dating Josuke. It was an adorable roleplay and holds a genuine place in my heart as one of the best long rp's I've had. I think it lasted at least a year? Either way *chefs kiss*. And I genuinely consider it canonical to Haru's back story (granted the name and events slightly changed, no stands sad life) but the relationships he had in that roleplay shaped him so much as a character and so - I guess with a heavy heart I say that Haru's first seriously relationship was Josuke Fucking Higashikata.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 💥 What was their worst relationship?

Not sure if we're speaking in general or romantic, he hasn't really had many bad romantic relationships - most he actually screwed up himself. However in terms of in general, I'll be referring to the above answer when I say that during the Part 4 roleplay he was a part time hand model and Kira Yoshikage was stalking him. Obsessive and weird, and horny for hands- unhealthy all over.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 💎 Would they rather propose or be proposed to?

Tarhos stop trying to get info out of me and ask Haru yourself -

Haru does 99% of the courting in most of his relationships, but he genuinely becomes so happy when its reciprocated and given back (its cute to see the confident cocky one get embarrassed ok?) - and a big way would be through a proposal. I think he'd be fine proposing himself, but being proposed to would really shock him and also make him probably cry so... I think you know what this means.

[bunnihearted]

regardless of the "learn how to be alone" dravel, being lonely actually is really bad for your mental health and can be very painful :p

[widevibratobitch]

me when im obsessed with dead singers from 50 (well... mostly 70-120) years ago and im heartbroken to know i'll never see them on stage... never hear them breathe, never see them sweat, never even touch the hem of their garment...

it really is enough to drive a person mad...

[skunkg1rll]

so now im sure she is the one who has been sending me anon hate about me being ugly.... 💀

[hecksupremechips]

My ass was trying so hard not to jump up and down with glee playing yttd with my sister and getting to the shin reveal I was like MY GUY MY FUNNY LAD MY SILLY RABBIT

[tc4m]

y'know, for a class we need to talk about what our parents careers are, and so far I'm hearing that everyone's parents are like goddamn surgeons, dentist, self employed and successful, running businesses, being some big manager of a couple of stores, and being a co-founder of their own company, or stories about how hard work brought them up good ranks and stuff.

And I guess I'm becoming more aware about how. Well. My mom. doesn't. She works at a basic entry level job that kids my age works at, since she's too worried about me to try to find a better job that she's not over-qualified for since they might be too far away.

Don't get me wrong, I know how great it is that my mom has job in the first place, but. well. It isn't really a career I feel like. Not the type the teacher is expecting and is laughable compared to the other kids.

And i guess laughing is what im really scared of cause these kids look like they could have easily paid for the 80 something student fees for joining clubs and stuff at our school. I can't.

I'll bet when these kids tell their parents, their parents are like wow! what a great opportunity! Sure thing kiddo, I pay! Just make sure you join clubs so that the money isn't wasted hahah! in a jokey way. They don't dump the email in the trash since they know there's no way their parent can afford it.

But again! The fact that we have shelter and stuff is great! I am grateful, and i understand that my mom needs to save money for both my future and her retirement. But mate I sure am feeling a very large class difference between me and my classmates.

i think i'll just use some of my mom's old jobs, that looked more like an outlook for a career before i was born and just say it's my aunt

[massiveladycat]

i will never get over people laughing at octavian's death personally,,, he was SHOT INTO THE AIR!!! thats so painful. all the burns and the impact, plus being flung from a cannon and probably slamming into gaia (literal earth goddess) plus festus (gigantic metal dragon, i bet that HURT) and leo (pretty sure leo was burning)

he was a kid and he was annoying to some people and he was usually antagonized but he didnt deserve to die OR go out in that way. the gods are a thousand times worse than octavian, and apollo told him that he'd be a savior of new rome, but people still justify them. not to mind there are much worse people in the PJO universe (gabe, LUKE)

octavian ily they could never make me hate you EVER. idc what you say he could have been redeemed. did he do bad things? yes. but he was so deeply influenced and the day meeting with leo and the others, in which i remind you octavian literally was watching new rome get blown up (no wonder he was livid, his home was on FIRE).

like come on. octavian is a complex character and people aren't willing to admit that he could've been better and he was just a literal teenager in the sake of hating him because everyone else/pjo characters hate him.

he is such a tragic character imo because he grew up in new rome and all he wanted to do was protect it (and he was highly ambitious and aiming for praetor, i won't deny the fact that he was selfish but that is a quality that can be REDEEMED) and sure the way he went about it was messed up but most of his actions (except killing that one centurion) were justifiable

btw im not saying octavian's like an angel or anything im pretty sure i remember him "killing" a 5th cohort centurion once but then she was revived which . . . what was the point of that?? was it just to like make us hate him more?? huh??? and then was it even ever talked about again?? also yeah he blackmailed hazel thats not good also judging from the wikipedia it only said frank suspected octavian because.. he didn't have his spear?? what?? reminder that there is proof that a lot of pjo characters are unreliable narrators and for all we know octavian could've screwed up somehow and left his spear somewhere (just saying i'd do that too ngl)

also "I am the savior of Rome! I was promised!" i didnt know why but that quote DESTROYED me but now i know that it was because he genuinely believed he was doing the best for new rome and he'd finally have someone's praise and they'd praise him like they praised percy and reyna. pretty sure his mental state was not very good in that scene either and nico and will just let him shoot himself out of an onager on accident. also are we just going to gloss over the fact apollo told him that and encouraged him he was doing the right thing?? of COURSE octavian trusted apollo on that and believed it was the truth; apollo was his ancestor and someone he worshipped as an augur and trusted in for omens and prophecies and allat

yeah. octavian's an asshole. but he was a kid and he couldve been redeemed. then again i am a huge octavian apologist and im not saying you have to have the same opinions as i do also i will not be responding to any asks in my inbox im 2 tired to deal with that!! anyways dont go and insult people or me if you think the opposite thats fine !! i was just bored and found this in my drafts so whats the harm of posting it because im not going to get sent threats over this right,,, right??????

[mrsspringerslover]

"YOU LIKE MY VOICE? IT TURN YOU ON"

Aran x hyper!reader

Warning: sex (obviously), bathroom sex, rough, spanking(light), slight!bratty!reader, not short reader(tall queens out here), not really a plot, (semi)public. Black!reader

Synopsis: teasing aran in a custom made jersey costume and he pulls you in the bathroom

Halloween was the best time of year for all these cute couples costumes, and it's an excuse to wear something provocative without getting judge. Which brings us to now, you've been planning this for two months now. Aran was doing so well with his basketball career that you thought about making something special for him.

"Hey bae so- uh there's this party coming up for halloween, can we pleasepleaseplease go?!" You really hoped he says yes because there hasn't been anything to do lately, "i don't know ma. I don't wanna go, but you can." You were about to cheer until you realized what he said. " 'Dont wanna go by myself pa i want you to go with me!" Aran was so laid back and hated being around anybody but his friends and family so when he says no he means it. "What i say mama? No stop asking." "Please ill do anything you want!! His eyebrows went up at that,

"Anything?"

When he agreed to go with you he didn't expect you to pick his costume either, although he didn't care. "Aran i got your costume!" When he turned around he didn't expect it to be his basketball jersey and shorts, "mama what the hell is this, and how you even get that it was in my locker." " This is your costume!" He didn't think you were serious. "Just wear it bae, you gon understand once you see mine," you whine and jumped around. He narrowed his eyes at you, "stop allat whining, y'know i hate that shit."

You walked in the closet when he went on his phone, and quickly changed into your costume. "Look aran look look!!" He looked up and his eyes got wider he had a smug grin on his face too, "you love daddy so much you got my name on your back huh?" He loved it, he loved you! " Yes daddy now get dressed so we can go!"

You arrived at the party and saw all your friends and you ran off with sasha, "wassup girl how are you damn bitch you look fine asf," you went to the kitchen and grabbed a red cup with liquor, "girl i got this custom made you like it?" " Hell yeah i need to do that with connie shiiii!" You were chatting with sasha and mikasa till all of a sudden you see a girl walk up to yo man all smiles and shit, "girl we finna go smoke you tryna- why you doing that face girl?" Mikasa said and that was till she followed your eyes and saw this girl talking to aran aka your boo.

What the fuck? Did she not see you two walk in together? She must be crazy.

"Girls hold up ill be right back this bitch got me fucked up." The girl were looking like damn she bout to get beat up. "Excuse me your in my way," the random girl looked back and looked you up and down, "girl can i help you?" She had the audacity to turn her lip up at you," yes actually like i said your in my way bitch." And when she didn't budge you shoved her out of the way and sat on aran's lap.

You saw her stumble in her heels you were satisfied. "Ma why you push her and on top of allat you cussing now? Uh un lets go," he abruptly stood up and grabbed you by the arm and took you to the bathroom. Once you got in the bathroom you could hear muffled music, "you cussing now?" "sorry pa didn't mean to i swear-" "aht i dont wanna hear nun of it strip and bend over," you hurried and did what he said so the situation didn't get worse. " You know the drill, don't you?" You were scared for your life, "n-no running, no pushing, and d-dont cum without permission."

"Mmph! M'sorry papa didn't mean to say it!" He smacked your ass cause now you were lying, "yes you did. You think ian hear you cussing with yall lil friends over there huh? Lie. Again." He pushed into you harder. I guess this is what you get because now this man is slutting you out, bent over his friend's sink. Please's and sorry's flew out of your mouth while he was deep in your guts, "oh my- too much too much! Daddy please can i cum!?" You heard one word that made your face drain of any color.

"No"

So you were forced to lay on the sink and take any punishment handed to you, while your knees buckled beneath you. "Mmm feels good ma?" He was taunting you now and you could hear it in his snarky voice, "too much- slow down please i said sorry daddy!" He heard you whimpering while your legs started to shake, he was about to say slow down and let you cum until you put your small weak hands on his lower stomach, "put your fucking hands down, what i say huh?" "Running or pushing but-" "nope this what happens when you dont listen pretty girl." "So so sorry daddy pleasepleaseplease gotta cum" now after countless minutes of begging after 45 minutes he finally gave in after seeing your tears stream down you pretty face, "go ahead pretty" you both came together and when he pulled out you fell to your knees with an exaggerated sigh from exhaustion.

Aran whipped you down and put your clothes back on and carried you out the bathroom and to the car, "you okay baby?" After fucking you up he had the audacity to ask if you were okay good. "Yess can we go home? 'm tired." He looked over and smirked, "yeah lets go home pretty"

AHH SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN RIGHT HERE BABY

This for you mama @dilfl0v3rss

Also for people wondering this was one of the answers for the poll i did. tell me if you like. ony x connie x reader is next yall🌚🌚🤭🖤

[wosoragebaiter69]

but i didn't did pour the whiskey

barça femeni x reader

overview: they said getting over addiction wasn't easy, what about when no one knows? what about when relapse happens after a whole year?

A/N: my requests are sitting... but I can't get to them and im really sorry, ive been so busy atm and dont got much modivation for em'

TW: alcohol addiction, self-hatred, relapse, course language, actual detail instead of me brushing over it

!! viewer discretion is advised, i suggest only mature audiences read this !!

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In all honesty, you'd seen the signs. You'd known the inevitable was coming. The feelings of urge that you'd felt a year ago when trying to stop. You had stopped though, so you ignored it. Then it became more real. To the blank stares at the crates in the stores, rather than the hatred you harboured before after finally being ‘better’.

To walking and judging if you should buy it or not.

To blinking tears out of your eyes, wondering why you'd think that in the first place.

Because why would you, you were better now. Right? That's what you'd told yourself anyways.

It kept amplifying over the course of a week. Until you couldn't take it, until everything you'd worked so hard for for the past year came crashing down. All those memories of countless nights pacing, crying, yelling over a stupid fucking substance fade away.

Guilt. That's all there is. Guilt.

Guilt for betraying your past self who had cried for hours, who felt like she was going psycho over not having a single drink.

But, you can't find it in yourself to stop drinking it. It's just one beer, how harmful could it be? Said by the words of a true fucking alcoholic.

So, you do the only thing you can think of and cry. Cry until your face is numb, your throat burning with every breath, cry until your lungs can't take in any oxygen anymore.

Cry until you feel like you've felt something.

Then when you did stop crying what did you do? The only option you thought you had. Drink more.

- - - - -

You knew you looked like shit, you felt like it too. Your face puffy from the numerous breakdowns the night before, your eyes red from the tears that had an endless flow, dark rings under your eyes from the restless 3 hour sleep you'd got.

Also not to mention the headache you'd acquired. Knowing that only last year if you'd drunk this much, you'd only start to feel something. That's not something to be proud of.

You try your hardest to make yourself look even the slightest bit presentable, getting rid of the puffy face with a shower and taking paracetamol to take away the ache in your skull.

This would do enough to convince them you were fine, it's not like you were the loudest or most obnoxious person on the team. Preferring to observe everything with a smile.

What you didn't consider? Your captains. You're only 22 so even if you're techincally an adult, they're still over 7 years older than you.

So you walk into the lockeroom for training, silently making your way to your cubby as usual. Until, you feel a tug on your sleeve. Alexia is standing there, worry etched into her features.

"You ok? It looks like you've barely slept." Her voice is low and quiet, something you were eternally grateful for.

"Yeah, just a rough night. Thanks capi." You don't lie, but you don't tell the full truth either. She can sense this but doesn't say anymore, allowing you to go back to getting ready.

You take the time to rethink of the previous night, the regret you'd felt immediately after taking the first sip. But, the feeling of being unable to stop.

No matter how much you'd told yourself it was nothing, you know this isn't the end.

You push the thoughts away, clearing your mind of any thoughts before walking out onto the field ready for training.

- - - - -

It was the same people you saw watching you; Alexia, Marta and Mapi. It wasn't every second but enough to showcase they knew something was wrong but just didn't know what.

You had joined in the summer from your old club in Italy. No one knew of the past you'd had with alcohol. It's not like you made an effort to tell them either, they respected your choices not to drink when going out and you didn't need to bring up topics that were from before even moving to Barcelona.

Maybe if they knew, you'd have someone to confide it.

Somehow you'd managed to hide it from your old team as well, but considering the close relationships that Barcelona had with each other you doubted it would be shrugged off as easily.

When training was finally over, you were quick to slip away. As the thoughts and need of what caused you in this melancholic state start to reappear in your mind.

Not now, why after so long did you have to collapse now? When the peak of your career could potentially be around the corner.

You want to survive like a normal person, you want to be able to do things without relying on a fucked up liquid. Why did it have to be you?

And why?

Why is the only thing you can think of to soothe these thoughts, alcohol?

- - - - -

You stare blankly at the open carton, hesitation as you ponder if you should give in or not. Should you drink it? Part of your mind says yes, part of you yearns for it. The rational side says no, and to stop before it's too late.

But wasn't it already?

So you give in. The burning down your throat a painfully familar comfortality.

In a depressing way it makes you more aware of your surroundings, the beer bottles scattered in the room. Liquid all over the floor and on your things. It bothers you, but you can't bring yourself to clean it.

So you sulk, going over past memories. You'd never considered yourself a sad drunk, always being happier and finding a way to goof about while drinking. Then, very rarely toward the end of recovery getting angry. Never sad though.

Times change, people change. You thought you'd changed, but that kind of addiction? It never seemed to leave. Waiting until you're vulnerable to attack. Like an incurable disease.

Before you really comprehend it, the whole box of beers you'd bought yesterday are empty and strown across the floor.

You reach a point of feeling nothing, a numbing feeling brought by guilt, the alcohol making everything seem hazy. Your phone is ringing, but you can't bring yourself to answer. You can't bring yourself to care.

- - - - -

Knocking at your door brings you out of the limboed state you're in. You figure they'll leave soon, and the knocking stops after a minute. Until the door opens revealing the three who had been watching you in the morning.

Alexia is the first to you, the others take in the state of your apartment and walk around elsewhere.

"Hey." It's all she says, but enough for tears to fall from your eyes. You can't bare to look at her face, so you keep your eyes glued to the floor.

"Come on, look at me." She uses her hands to guide your chin so you're looking straight at her.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me." She pauses, "Let's sober you up first." You don't argue, and follow her orders. Exhausted, you pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow.

- - - - -

Waking up was easier than you'd thought it would be, your head not pounding as much as in the morning. It made sense though considering you'd drank less than the night before. There were pills on the side table with a glass of water which you take easily.

The sun is setting so you must have slept for a couple of hours by this point. When you walk into the living room you notice all the rubbish gone, the floors are clean and there's no reminisince of beer anywhere. Alexia, Marta and Mapi are talking quietly amongst themselves and look up once they realise you're awake.

"Come, sit." Mapi pats next to her. You nod silently walking over.

"Would you mind explaining to us what happened? I know you’ve said before don't drink, so this is very new. If you don't want to talk that's also fine but I don't want to see you hurt." Alexia says, she doesn't pry but she does make her point known.

"Ok, but please can you do no talking while I explain? I'm not sure how much I can take if I don't explain it all in one." You're not sure why you opened up so easily, maybe because you desperately craved for someone. Anyone.

"Last year, I was an alcoholic and I can't tell you really when it started. It was to take all the weight and pressure off my shoulders originally, but it turned worse. I just kept drinking regularly and when I tried to settledown, I realised I couldn't. So I didn't stop. It worked for me."

"Then as the season moved on I realised I did desperately need to do something about it but I was just so scared of what people would say to me. How would they react?"

“So instead of getting proper help I did it myself.”

"I got rid of all traces, didn't go out as much. It was horrible. I thought I was going crazy. I wasn't ok at all. I'd obviously relapsed a couple times when trying by myself to recover but it gave me more determination. I'd say it took like 3 months before I truly felt like I was clean."

"Then, I'd had the oppurtunity to play here and it's like everything went away. I should've known better." You sigh.

"Known what? Did you know you were going to relapse again?" Marta asks carefully.

"I saw the signs but ignored them, when I did give in... all I felt was regret, I still do. I think that's why I drank the rest if I'm going to be honest." You look away, not daring to look at any of them.

A pair of arms engulf you, large hands pushing your head to the persons chest.

"Listen to me, we can help you. You won't ever have to do this alone, not while I'm here ok? I don't know much about this, but I'll try. We all will." You start sobbing into her chest, clinging your fists tightly into her shirt. A way to thank them without words.

Because the belief they had in you made you feel like you could do it. Even in these drowning times.

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i hope you enjoyed fic, this may not be accurate to everyone but this is my experience with battling addiction to alcohol and i write it because i too relapsed after a year recently

this was more for also for awareness and just know that you aren’t alone in anything, if you feel you need someone to talk to i’m always here :)

[forever-rogue]

hooking up in a truck with joel pre-outbreak…..dont judge me it came to me in a dream🫣

AN | And just how could I say no to this idea? Truck sex with Joel? Yes please 😏

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [oral - f receiving, piv] - 18+ only

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d gone on five dates with Joel. 

Which means you’d had five opportunities to fall harder and harder for him. Which you definitely did, by the way. 

He made things easy.

He also made things hard. Hard in the sense that he wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a one-night stand. Which hadn’t even happened, coincidentally. After that first date when you’d planned to take him home and have him and never call him again, things had gone very off plan. 

Off plan which had you falling for him, and being okay when he walked you to your car and pressed a kiss to your cheek before calling it a night. You’d had a lot of fun with him and learned a lot about him and realized you wanted more than just a quite hook-up. Who would have thought? Not you. Certainly not when he came into your coffee shop all sweaty and dirty and sexy - well…maybe you had imagined it a little bit. What more was there to say? The man was hot. And so much more you soon realized. 

Just before he’d walked to his truck he promised he’d call you - you were positive he was lying. 

He called the next day. 

Which led you to this moment.

In the bar, a few beers down, and playing pool. The two of you had gone out with Tommy and his girlfriend, and you had to admit, you were having a great time. You also had to admit that the tension between you and Joel was palpable. The idea of jumping his bones had been ever present but you didn’t want to ruin a good thing…and you were pretty sure that Joel Miller was an amazing thing. 

You were willing to wait for him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Turned out, mercifully, that Joel was growing tired of waiting. And thank fuck for that.

He was holding your hand, fingers threaded together as the two of you walked back to his truck in the humid summer air. Instead of opening the door as he normally did, he managed to effortlessly pin you against the truck, caged in by his arms on either side of you. 

“Joel?” your voice sounded much smaller than intended and you felt pathetic by the way your entire body flushed with warmth under his golden gaze, “w-what’s wrong?”

“You,” he whispered, unflinching and unaffected. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you scrambled to think about what he could possibly mean. He chuckled, a deep, warm sound you’d come to love, at your confusion, “you tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart?”

“I-I don’t…no?” you asked meekly, eyes wide and doe-like. He reached a hand out, rough and soft in a wonderful juxtaposition, and trailed his fingers along your jaw, “‘m sorry.”

“Yeah?” oh. He was thoroughly enjoying this, letting his fingers tough the strap of your dress, “you show up in that pretty little dress and expect me to behave? You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he caught on. He was a smart man after all.

“Mhmm,” your lips pulled into a pretty pink smile as you nodded, “was hoping you’d like it.”

“I do,” his large hands settled on your waist as he gave your hips a squeeze, “you’re beautiful.”

“Is that all?” you carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as he groaned, “if that’s the case-”

“Beautiful, sexy, lovely, smart, funny, kind, caring,” he listed off the first things that came to mind as you beamed at him, “and that’s just a few of things I like about you.”

“Funny,” you leaned, your lips almost brushing against his, “those are a few of things I like about you too. Want to know a secret, handsome?”

“Tell me,” oh. You could just lean in a little more and you’d be kissing him.

“I think you’ll like what’s underneath even more,” you whispered coquettishly, “it’s new. I picked it out with you in mind.”

“Fuck me,” he almost groaned, “you’re making it almost impossible to keep any self control.”

“I don’t want you to have any self control,” you were breathless, heart pitter-pattering like crazy by now, “I want you.”

“Baby,” were you about to make out like a pair of horny teenagers? It definitely felt like it was heading that way and you weren’t about to stop him, “baby, baby, baby.”

This man was going to be the death of you. 

You closed the last bit of remaining gap, and any semblance of restraint, between the two of you and kissed him. You’d kissed him before by now, even had a pretty good make out session on your front porch when he dropped you off at home after your last date. But this? This was something else, passionate, carnal, and needlessly desperate. 

He took your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply as you snaked your arms around his waist. He tasted like a mixture of shitty beer, bar peanuts, and something that was deliciously him - it was intoxicating. You wanted him to devour you. He licked along the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance which you eagerly granted him. 

Your body reacted instinctively and you were pushing yourself against him desperately for any sort of friction or relief. You could feel how hard he already was, his jean clad erection rubbing against you through your dress and panties; it all suddenly felt like too much and you wanted your clothes off now. 

A small gasp, a sound of pure pleasure, escaped your lips as trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You could feel his chuckle against skin as he sucked on the delicate of your neck, leaving behind a lavender haze of bruises that marked you as his, his, his. 

“Joel,” his name falling from your lips so sweetly was enough to bring him to his knees, “a-are you sure?”

You weren’t exactly positive about what you were asking, but you understood what you meant. 

“We can stop - do you want to stop?”

“No,” you shocked your head, a pretty giggle reaching, “fuck no, don’t stop. Please, touch me. I want this if you do.”

“I do,” you liked how cheeky and confident the handsome man in front of you could be, “I really do.”

“I knew you were going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he hung his head with a chuckle, resting it on your shoulder before mouthing along your collarbone. 

“I could say the same about you,” you took his face and cradled it in your hands, before kissing him deeply, “I knew I wanted you to wreck me from the moment I saw you too.”

He made a primal sound before sharply gripping your hips, and towering over your frame. His hands started to bunch up the soft fabric of your sundress, white and pale pink patterned, and pulled it up. His leg was between yours and you messily tried to rut against him. 

It all felt so dirty, but at the same time it was so hot. Kissing Joel Miller felt like nothing else and you never wanted to let him go. You looped your arms around his neck, and pulled him as close as physically possible.

“Get a fucking room!” you heard the voice from a distance and the two of you pulled apart in shock. There was a mortified expression on your face as Joel sighed and turned to find the sound of the interruption. 

The two of you quickly spotted the interrupter - Tommy. 

He burst into a fit of laughter before waving and getting into his own car. Joel held up his hand and flipped him off before looking back at you. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter before he shuffled you to the side and opened the back door of the truck. You quickly got the idea and jumped inside, grinning as he joined you and shut the door…and promptly locking it.

“Now were we?” the grin on your face was stunning as you sprawled across the seats, your back against the other window. You were glad it was evening and no one would be able to see in. 

“You are wearing far too much,” he tugged up the hem of your dress, and you nodded, letting him know it was okay to carry on. You loved that he sought consent every step of way…but right now you really just wanted it from him. He tugged up your dress and quickly pulled it off, tossing it into the front seat with a second thought. He studied you, his eyes wide and dark as looked you over; predator and prey, “you’re gorgeous.”

“Is it the lace?” you asked sweetly, touching over the soft white fabric of your bra. You saw his Adam’s apple bob up and nod as his cheeks flushed pink, “yeah, you like the lace. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He brushed his knuckles along your cheek before trailing his hand down your body, appreciating you all sprawled out for him, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck,” your eyes were dreamy as you stared back at him, “please. Please.”

He groaned in appreciation as he put his large hands on your breasts, squeezing them and causing you to arch into his touch at the feeling. He took the opportunity and reached behind you, unclasping your bra with ease. He studied it with a hum of approval before tossing to join your dress.

You were about to learn that Joel Miller had a very talented mouth. He kissed your lips before trailing his mouth all the way down, taking a nipple in his mouth. His free hand worked your other breast, tweaking your taut nipple and causing you to whimper slightly. 

"Jesus Christ," you played with the curls at the nape of his neck as you arched into his touch. Your voice was soft and breathy as you tried to hang onto some semblance of composure, "feels so good."

“You’re so good,” he kissed the space between your breasts, “you’re so beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.”

“Touch me,” your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you looked at him in almost desperation, “please, Joel.”

“I am touching you, sweetheart,” he looked so smug as he sucked a few more bruises to the soft, tender skin of your breasts, “where do you want me?”

“You’re the worst,” you whined as he grinned at you, “my pussy…please.”

“I can do that,” he kissed his way down your torso, lips roaming along your torso and brushing all over, causing gooseflesh to rise up in his wake. He stopped when he was between your thighs, fingers ghosting along the soft fabric of your panties, “so pretty. You wore for me?”

“Got them for you,” you admitted sheepishly, “thought you’d like them.”

“I do,” he tugged on the waistband which caused you to wiggle your hips to help get them off. They went into the pile with the rest of your clothes. He admired you, but you pulled him back into attention as you nudged him with your thigh, “what do you need, baby?”

“Clothes,” you tugged at the collar of his button-up, “you’re wearing too many. Take them off, handsome.”

“So demanding,” he chuckled before he sat back up and tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it over before following suit with his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. He cocked his head to the side before giving you a cheeky girl, “happy now?”

“You’re so sexy,” you drank him, already making a plan to map out all the freckles on his torso with your mouth, “so damn sexy.”

"Flatterer," there was a tinge of pink to his cheeks that caused you to bite your lip. He was so smooth and yet still so bashful. Joel paused for a moment, hands on your hips as his thumbs rubbed circles onto your skin, "you sure you still want this?"

"Only if you want to-"

"With pleasure," there was a wicked glint to his eyes as he spread your thighs to take a look at your center. With anyone else you might have felt nervous and self conscious, but with Joel it was different; he looked at you with nothing short of pure reverence, “so fuckin’ pretty. And so wet. All for me?”

“Mhmm,” you made a small sound as Joel kissed along the inside of your thighs, making it a point to leave bruises that matched the art he had created along your neck and chest, “been wet since you picked me up. Look so damn fine tonight - always.”

“And so you do, sweet thing,” before you could say anything else, he dipped his head in between your thighs, finally touching where you needed him to. A small moan escaped your lips as soon as felt his tongue licking a long stripe along your soaked cunt. This man, this wonderful, amazing man, loved eating pussy, more importantly he already loved eating your pussy, “taste better than I imagined.”

“You’ve thought about this?” your question was cut off by a moan as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue expertly.

“Since that first night when it took everything for me not to take you home,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, his chocolatey eyes warm and deep. 

“Fuck me,” you moaned as teased at your entrance, gently a finger towards your hole. You gripped the back of the seat with one hand and the other hand was on the back of his head as you pressed him to your core, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Just like that.”

You could feel him humming as he chuckled, licking and sucking as inserted his finger and crooked it, effortlessly hitting your g-spot. You were squirming under him, feeling that familiar tingle start to blossom and bloom in your bones. He really was magic. 

“You like that?” he rasped against your skin as all you could do was nod, “yeah, you do.”

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, trying to rut your hips against him. He got the hint as he added another finger in. You closed your eyes, starting to feel your orgasm start to wash over you. 

“Gonna cum?” he asked, in a tone of mock concern in his voice, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

“So good,” between his mouth and his fingers, you were seeing stars as you came, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“There you go, cum all over my fingers baby,” he worked you through your orgasm, not stopping until you were practically pushing his hand away, your entire body humming with energy. 

You slowly opened your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Joel looked at you intently, refusing to break eye contact as he licked his fingers clean; the sight alone almost killed you, “you’re um…you’re really good at that.”

He shook his head in amusement, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly, “I really liked doing it.”

“Can I return the favor?”

“Not tonight,” he shook his head, “really need to be inside of you.”

“Well hurry up then,” you spread your shaky legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. You could feel how painfully hard he was, “and fuck me.”

He groaned, low and rough, in your ear before you reached for the waistband of his boxers and swiftly tugged them down his legs. Your eyes widened as you admired his cock, which was just as large as you thought. You swallowed and Joel noticed the gleam in your eyes, “it’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

“You’re…so big,” you blurted out as he laughed softly, “you’re really the whole package Joel Miller.”

“Glad you think so,” he swiped a finger through your still wet cunt before slowly stroking his cock. He took his thick member and dragged the head through your soaked folds, “you feel so good. You doin’ okay?”

“Yup,” you reached down and replaced his hand with yours as you lined him up at your entrance, using your foot on his ass to push him further into you, “more than.”

“Cheeky,” he pushed in, going slowly but not stopping until he was fully buried inside of your warm, wet heat. He took your face in his hands as he kissed you, beginning to move. You moaned into his mouth as he fucked you, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. You were sure that there would be finger shaped bruises there tomorrow. You didn’t mind in the slightest.

“I’m not going to break,” you told him and you saw the dark flash in his eyes, “harder please.”

He didn’t hesitate as he pulled back out almost fully before pushing back in and almost knocking the air from your lungs. Joel hesitated for just a moment, searching your face to make sure you were doing okay; you nodded softly in response. 

He got the hint before he started to pound into you, causing the truck to rock slightly. You almost couldn’t help but laugh at the thought that if anyone was walking by they would know exactly what was happening. 

But your brain was currently turning to mush as Joel fucked the life out of you. He was merciless, but all you could think about was how close you were again. He really knew what he was doing. 

After a bit, you could feel that he was getting close too, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you felt him twitching deep within you.

He reached for your hand as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Fuck. This man really had to be a romantic.

"'m close," he groaned as he kissed every part of your soft skin that he could reach, "where-"

"Inside," you insisted with wide doe eyes that would be the death of him, "I'm on the pill. Please - come inside of me."

He did not have to be told twice; there was definitely some baser, primal urge that had him wanting to fill you up as much as he could. 

"Joel," his name was a sugar sweet whisper from your lips that had him slamming his hips into you a few more times before he came. He buried his face into your neck and murmured all sorts of filthy praise into your ear before you felt him spilling into you. 

He reached between your bodies and circled your clit before you clenched around him, closing your eyes as that familiar and delicious warmth spread from your core and radiated throughout your body. You were almost positive that it had never felt this good before. 

"Fuck baby," he brushed your hair out of your face, both of you still breathing heavily. You looped your arms around his neck before gently raking your fingers along his back, "you make the prettiest face when you come."

Your face felt like it was on fire from his praise, but you still liked hearing it. You liked everything with him. 

He all but collapsed on you, warm and broad but still gentle and tender. The two of you exchanged shy smiles that quickly turned into soft laughter as you carded a hand through his messy hair. He preened into your affectionate touch before leaning down to kiss you, his lips lingering against yours. 

"That was…"

"Incredible," he finished for you, earning him a sheepish nod, "made me feel like a horny teenager."

"You're no different than one," there was a teasing lilt to your voice that caused him to snort in amusement, "Joel?"

"Hmm?" 

"I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us," you whispered, almost inaudible to his ears, "'cause I kind of…really like you."

"I kind of really like you too," you relaxed at his confession; the sex might have been incredibly mind-blowing but it wouldn't have been worth losing him for, "can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"When are you free next?" your heart swelled along with your smile.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," he agreed softly, "if that sounds good to you?"

"Tomorrow is perfect."

[destinysbounty]

This is by no means an original take but I shall say it all the same: the majority of Cryatalized's issues could be easily resolved by having both halves be separate seasons - or at the very least getting the s11 treatment where they are both distinct arcs that are connected yet not necessarily the same plot.

Hear me out. Plot threads from part 1 that never got resolved, like the new ninja thing orHounddog McBrag's arc or Nya's reunion being unsatisfying, and the ninja still technically being wanted criminals? Have that be its own separate, contained story. Even if they save Nya in the first few eps, they dont get to see her properly until the very end due to them being on the run, which makes that eventual reunion much more cathartic as well as giving them an emotional motive that still carries over from the season's beginning energy involving the ninjas' grief. We'd get more time to explore everyone's grieving processes in greater depth, and actually give Nya a satisfying arc of coping with her newfound powerlessness and feelings of guilt. Maybe it can be a more grounded storyline - corruption within Ninjago's justice system, or the prisons were planning to do something awful to them, or they realized the judge had no intention of ever letting Nya visit them again so they break out of jail just to reunite with her one last time. Or, yeah, maybe some villain shows up and they have to try and stop them. Either way, if Pt1 had been its own season then that would allow all the storylines and arcs for that part to be resolved much more satisfyingly.

Then, with the Nya and ninja crimonal situation resolved in one way or another, Part 2 as a separate season could have much more effectively dived into stuff like Overlord lore, Harumi's redemption arc, Lloyd's oni form, and general Garmafam drama.

On top of that, thia new two-season system would also fit into the Wildbrain season theme in a fun way. We had Fire and Ice, Electricity, Earth, Green, and then Water. The Pt1 season could then be Creation, with the Pt2 season being Destructuon.

Ultimately, the biggest problem with Crystalized was that it tried to bite off more than it could chew, and tried to juggle too many ideas at once without affording enough time for each of those individual storylines enough time to be effectively resolved. By splitting them into two distinct storylines with their own antagonists, climaxes, and resolutions, the plot threads introduced in both halves would have much more space to get the conclusions they needed.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for 'avoiding' a face reveal?

I (24) met a guy (20) in an online game with voice chat about two to three years ago. We started hanging out on discord after some games and have been friends since, but i feel like im hiding a big secret from him. Im a trans guy but basically pre-everything. when we played the first game i just assumed hed think im a girl anyways and never said anything about it but he heard another player call me by my chosen name during it and thought i was a guy? which blew my mind, kinda. anyways, fast forward he eventually asks about pronouns bc he wasnt sure and i just went "he/they, anything thats not she" and he didn't question it either. When we eventually revealed ages to each other he was surprised i was older bc of my voice but still didnt seem to assume anything but a cis guy with a kinda high vc voice.

Every now and then he brought up the convo of "haha imagine if we suddenly face revealed in vc" but never forced it. i kept kinda going "yeah haha eventually" and he'd let the convo drop for another few months.

Inbetween those he found out i was queer (saw a gay flag on my wall in the back of a cat pic) and asked about it. By his way of questioning and reacting to it i could tell he usually doesn't hang out with people like me and he even did the "i used to have a gay friend once before! but he fell in love with me haha but im not gay though. but i dont judge you" kinda message. overall i dont mind it. my usual friend circles are all some kind of queer so having one separate friendship where im treated as "one of the guys" is really nice too, since i never pass irl or often immediately tell people im trans on discord.

As i mentioned, he sometimes brings up the "imagine face reveal haha" thing every now and then and i always kinda ignore it and turn it down, partly definitely because i fear that seeing my face would clue him in on me just being trans and affecting our friendship or his view of me, since i dont think he has any other connections to queer people in his life currently.

But I also feel bad for constantly ignoring it or going "well eventually :)" and keeping him unaware. AITA for this?

[annabelinlove]

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

I turn my face from the fire and look at the person who just sat next to me. Sirius Black looks at me with tired eyes, cigarette that’s waiting to be lit in his hand. I blink a few times to focus before answering.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to sound awake, but judging from his face, I know I’m not doing a good job.

“You know what I’m talking about, pet. I am with you the whole day, if not me then Prongs or Moony, right until we’re tired and go to our room. When I can’t sleep, or wake up feeling restless, I come here to have a smoke and guess what. You’re here. Every single time. Reading, or writing or just staring at nothing like you were doing just now. We talk and then I go back to my dorm to go back to sleep, but I never see you leave. And every morning before class, you’re already here, prepared and everything. So tell me, darling. When was the last time you’ve slept?”

I stare at him with open mouth. I never knew he noticed these things, or actually thought about them. He’s looking at me with concern written all over his beautiful face. His frown forms wrinkles between his eyebrows and I wanna kiss them away. But you’re best friends, you can’t screams the voice in my head and I’m glad that my brain is working even without sleep. I want to open my mouth and answer him, but I have no idea what to say, so I just stare at him.

“C’mon, you know you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, we’re supposed to tell each other when something is bothering us, so the other one can help. That’s what we’re here for.” he urges, desperation in his voice. His eyes are boring into mine, like he’s trying to read my mind, but I can’t help him do that.

“So that’s all I’m good for? Am I just a problem solver for you?” I tease him, trying to avert his attention from the topic. One side of his mouth twists, and I’m glad it amused him at least a little bit.

“You’re so much more than that to me, love.” Sirius promises, his features softening. He grabs my hand and his warmth seeps into me. “You are everything to me, so please, please tell me what’s bothering you. Why don’t you ever sleep?”

“Nothing, I’m just not tired.” I say nonchalantly, hoping that I sound convincing. He lifts one of his eyebrows and gives me an unimpressed look.

“Yeah, right. The circle under your eyes are so dark, I’d think you were a raccoon if I didn’t know any better, pet.” he jokes, but his eyes don’t hold any amusement, just pure concern. I sigh and look at our joined hands, my fingers toying with his rings. I open my mouth to say something but he interrupts me.

“I swear, if you’re gonna ask me why I’m wearing my rings now, I’m gonna strangle you.” he threatens, and I smile for the first time tonight, because it warms my heart that he knew I was gonna ask that. He knows me too well, it’s scary sometimes.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” I murmur, hoping he can’t hear me, but from the way he squeezes my hand, I know he did.

“Why don’t you wanna sleep, darling?” he asks gently. I shrug my shoulders, but he’s patiently waiting for my answer.

“Because I think a lot. And my mind goes to places I dont want it to go. I think about everything, the school, the future, us. And once I start, I can’t stop, until I fall asleep. But when I do, the nightmares begin. They’re horrible Siri.” my voice breaks and I try to take a deep breath, but fail. “I’m always alone in the dark, but I can feel I’m not alone, you know? Like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. And then, out of nowhere, someone just appears right in front of me. It’s either you, Jamie, Remmy, Marls or just anyone I like, but..B-but they’re dead, they’re always dead and staring at me with huge, lifeless eyes. And I try to move, to help them or run away, just to do something, but I can’t. It’s like I’m frozen in place. And then I hear voices, yelling at me that it’s my fault they’re dead or asking me to help or just telling me how worthless I am. And I can never wake up. No matter how much I try, to just wake up, I can’t. I keep telling myself that it’s not real, you are all okay and its just my imagination, but the longer it lasts, the realer it is and I can’t wake up and it’s terrible and it’s killing me and I don’t wanna sleep ever again because..” Sirius hugs me close to his body shushing me softly, stopping my rumbling. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I can feel the wet patch I formed on Sirius’ shoulder. I hiccup loudly, trying to keep my breathing calm, but failing once again.

“Shh, it’s okay love. Try to breathe. I’m here darling, don’t worry. I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere. Just beathe, my love.” He murmurs into my ear, rocking us lightly. One of his hand if tightly wrapped around my back, drawing small circles, while the other one is in my head, protectively holding my head to his shoulder. I listen to his soft words, breathing in his cologne and trying to stop shaking. We stay like this for Merlin know how long, but he doesn’t stop whispering sweet nothings and rocking us lightly even after my breathing is regular and I’m no longer shaking. He squeezes me one last time, before slowly pulling away, yet his hands never leave my body. I’m basically sitting in his lap, but neither of us seem to mind.

“I’m so sorry, darling, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry..” he apologizes, but I interrupt him before he can say more.

“It’s not your fault, Siri. You couldn’t have known, because I never told you. I didn’t want you to worry.” I try to reassure him, hating that desperate look on his face, but he just shakes his head, and places his hands on my cheeks, his cold rings soothing my hot skin.

“I should have asked sooner, I knew something was wrong, but I decided to let it be and that’s on me, but I promise I’m never gonna do it again. I’m so sorry I’ve let you suffer alone for so long, my love. It’s never gonna happen again, I promise. You’re never leaving my side again. You’ll sleep in our dorm from now on. Company could help you, and you’re gonna try some of Remus’ tea, he hides under his bed and even if that’s not gonna work, we’ll go to Madam Pomfreys. You’re not in this alone okay? You have me and you always will, I’m not going anywhere and I won’t stop, until you get the rest you need and deserve okay?” he promises and I believe him. The look in his eyes is determined and I know that when he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t stop, until he achieves whatever it is he wants. I smile at him and nod, not being able to say anything. But Sirius doesn’t mind, he closes the distance between us, and gently kisses my forehead, the kiss lingering longer than usual and butterflies inside me are awakened. He leans back with me still in his arms and lays comfortably on the sofa. I set my head on his chest, and close my eyes listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re gonna get through this, I promise. I love so fucking much, more that you know, my love.” These are the last words I hear before drifting into sleep for the fist time in what feels like millennia.

And who knows, maybe one day I’ll share my secret about how I feel about him. And something about the way he holds me right now and his words tell me, that he will be glad I share another secret with him.

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

I do not find it reasonable that the term "ashkenormativity" is frequently used to mean "asheknazi jews, aka the white european ones, are racist, colorist, and even antisemitic against other jews". not only is that an improper definition with loads of information, it fails to recognize that the people who are most likely to perpetuate ashkenormativity are goyim.

for the purpose of this post, I will be going with the definition that ashkenormativity is the belief that ashkenazi people are the default jews, which leads to them getting more respect, opportunities, recognition, etc. goyim, especially in the western world, have likely only been exposed to ashkenazi jews, meaning that they are likely to view them as the blueprint. they are simply drawing conclusions from the available information, which in my eyes is not a huge issue. the true problem arises when they learn about other types of jews and immediately decide that we are "improper". because we don't fit their idea of what a jew looks like, acts like, etc., we are either bad jews or not jewish at all.

it is not the fault of ashkenazim that goyim think this way, and it is not their responsibility to fix it. it is also not their fault that most jews in the western world are ashkenazim. it is absolutely the responsibility of goyim to learn that there are many types of jew and we are still one people.

ashkenazim are less likely to spread ashkenormativity than goyim because they are exposed to other jews more often. they may have different norms than a sephardi, mizrahi, etc. jew would, but they're usually able to recognize that we are all jews with a shared culture. and by usually I mean I can count on 1 hand the number of times an ashki jew genuinely thought they were better than us. 2 hands if we're counting repeated offenses from the same person. I believe that has nothing to do with their heritage and everything to do with them being an asshole. point is, learning by observing other jews is an effective tool to combat prejudices. the more examples you see of a non-ashki jew, the more likely you are to correct yourself when you promote ashkenormativity.

i feel like a fun exercise would be to compare 2 separate interactions ive had with a goy and a ashkenazi jew. both contain examples of ashkenormativity. neither is significantly worse than the other so they are close enough to compare.

interaction with goy:

context is we were talking about jewish traditions and it got to the topic of food. I actually cooked a ton this year i didnt know what I was in for.

me: I won't cook that much this year, but usually id eat a lot of unleavened cakes and rice for passover

goy: i thought you guys ate matzah

me: I mean yeah but we eat other stuff too. im sephardi so I get more options which is fun (this was said as a joke, not judging anyone)

goy: oh so you're not really jewish then?

me: no im still jewish, Im just not ashkenazi and we have some cultural differences

goy: but like you're not jewish religiously, right??

me: I mean im not orthodox but yeah im still a religious jew. i just practice based on my culture its not hard to get

goy: wouldn't it be easier to just do what everyone else does though

me: yeah I just like doing this more it's fun for me

goy: yeah whatever I dont get this im done

interaction with ashki jew:

context is i was at shabbat dinner chilling on a couch and talking to a friend i made

ashki jew: so you know that shul down by (location)

me: the what?

ashki jew: ...the shul??

me: I've never heard that word in my life what is that

ashki jew: its just the synagogue. you've never heard that word before?

me: no i was so confused ive always just called it synagogue. sometimes the old people would call it kal never shul though

ashki jew: ok just like tell me if I confuse you with my yiddish again

I feel as if the differences between these interactions is quite clear. so, I wont go into heavy detail analyzing them. the basic idea is that during the conversation with the goy, I kept explaining myself and they refused to listen. they believed that ashki jews were better than me and that they themselves were also better than me. I was essentially told that I do not know anything about judaism because in their eyes I am not truly a jew. during the conversation with the ashkenazi jew, they explained themselves immediately because we are equals. they know we are both jews and we're more similar than we are different. it surprised them that I didn't know what shul meant, yet they did not use that as an excuse to tear me down.

I truly think people do ashkenazim a disservice by assuming that they are power hungry jews (*cough* antisemitic stereotype *cough*) who will stop at nothing to be better than the sad little sephardim and mizrahim. in reality, most of them, like my lovely friend, are more than willing to learn and share with other jews. the people who are truly hurting us are the goyische antisemites.

this is gonna sound hypocritical because I just made a long ass post about an intracommunity issue, however, can we please just focus the majority of our energy on the actual antisemites who are truly hurting us instead of other jews? this is an important topic that we need to discuss it's just not the most important thing us jews have going on. other jews are my friends and I refuse to be separated from them for the approval of goyim, and I know they will show me that same kindness.

note: I am just not feeling like myself today forgive any weird writing mistakes ill fix them later or maybe not

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hello! Hi! Im quite happy tonight lol between @shadowfuka here's the draw of Ghost shi qingxuan!

Be the judge buddy >;p i hope y'all like this little Fanart i made of my own fanfic! With that imma hop onto the fanfic!

Chapter 4: meeting again

Xie lian, hua cheng and shi qingxuan all shared their deserved diner

After this they went to sleep, hua cheng and xie lian sharing the same bed again it obviously became an habit while on the other hand shi qingxuan was in the guest room however he could not find sleep imediatly so he stared mostly outside looking at the nature around and falling asleep beside's the stair's of the front of puqi shrine,

In the morning the Sun ray's woked shi qingxuan up he wasnt really hungry but he decided to prepare breakfast for xie lian and hua cheng he wasnt expecting any special reaction about it from hua cheng he was more doing it for his friend as a part of pay back for his past help he had offered, not too long After xie lian woke up walking toward's the kitchen to shi qingxuan

XL:"i could've made breakfast y'know you dont need to work or do chore's around" he said feeling a bit awkward

SQX:"pff-" waving his hand "dont worry about it and i wanted to Cook breakfast since you two were still asleep i didnt wanted to bother" he said smiling looking for a minute at his friend before putting his attention back on the food he was cooking

XL:"how-..how does it feel?"

SQX:"huh?" Confused by the question his Friend had just asked

XL:"like uh- yknow? Dying and being a Ghost like- how did it felt? How do you feel?" He said smiling awkwardly

SQX:"since when did you figure it out? But i suppose i cant really hide it well yet, and didnt you asked hua cheng that? He's a Ghost even better he's a Ghost king" he say's joyfull as his usual self extending his arm's up making dramatising gestures

XL:"no i didnt asked him i usually dont it feel's kind of awkward and personnal to Ask someone 'bout their death" fidgeting with his finger's looking down a little

SQX:"hm well i suppose i could tell you, however my death wasnt really tragic unlike other people's that either die saving someone or on war or protecting someone you should know you said it yourself that i was sick gotta admit it felt like torture staying back there sitting and not being able to properly digest my food like literally! I couldnt even move!" He say's a bit annoyed about it "i was already slow because of my limbs which by the way dont really hurt anymore cant deny the pain is still a tiny bit present i dont know why or how so i keep the bandage's just incase who know's but as for my death, first my injuries were pretty Bad and barely had even healed of course and seccond i suppose the illness got me.." he said pausing for minute

A silence fell for a little while, while these minute's xie lian was preparing the bowl's for their breakfast seeing that shi qingxuan was almost done

XL:"i wish i had came back and picked you up" he said with a sad tone

SQX:"naaaa! I didnt even feel my death i just closed my eye's one morning After waking up and..poof! I was a soul!" He say's with a brighter tone bringing the rice and putting some in each bowl's not really filling his enough

XL:"sooo you didnt feel anything?" Tilting his head

SQX"nope! Not even a pinch!" Saying proudly putting the vegetables on the rice with an omelette

XL:"why did you became a Ghost then? You're not one to want vengeance and your brother is-" he shutted his mouth before saying one more word

SQX:"yeah well i thought i would pass on After all there was nothing else to do but,.." he paused thinking about that moment for a minute until he got snapped out of his thought's

XL:"but?" He said looking at shi qingxuan who's smile had wore off because of his thought's

SQX:"i saw a black silhouette looking at me with golden eye's" he say's seriously "you're probably thinking i imagined it but i didnt" he stopped seeing xie lian wanting to speak and without loosing a second he exclaimed what he was thinking

XL:"wait! So you're saying, black water sinking ship"

SQX:"mhm"

XL:"the one that traumatised you and killed your brother!," he exclaimed louder

SQX:"yeeesssssss i mean my brother was kinda going insane obviously but i still love him of course he'll always stay my ge'" he answered

XL:"why would that one person Come see you it's odd" he paused thinking with his usual thinking pose while hearing hua cheng waking and sitting at the table too and shi qingxuan starting to munch on his food

HC:"it doesnt look like what you usually Cook gege" he said looking at xie lian snapping him out of his hard thinking

XL:"oh!- yes, that's because i didnt made it shi qingxuan did he didnt wanted to bother us since he woke up before us" smiling at hua cheng finally taking the bowl and eating it without any more word's hua cheng on the other hand looked like a kid a picky eater toying a bit with his vegetables even so he still ate a little bit of it since xie lian seemed to appreciate the food

However soon enough hua cheng felt a stare and looked in the direction of shi qingxuan raising an eyebrow looking at his bowl seeing that he was empty, he tried to ignore the stare of this..New ghost but he couldnt shake it off and put down his chopsticks turning his head to shi qingxuan which had now a side smile and he started glaring back, not giving up shi qingxuan continued his stare and with that they continued their stare glare fight while sometimes breaking it to answer xie lian

In the morning shi qingxuan went off in the forest wanting to explore while hua cheng insisted that xie lian stay's and pass Time together, soon the afternoon came shi qingxuan was coming back while hua cheng was displeased with the presence of a so said 'ghost king' he looked more like a angry fish to hua cheng's eye's, xie lian however tried to make him at home but he'd refuse to enter puqi shrine as to not get more debt from hua cheng

Hua cheng and he xuan were kinda bickering seeing who would Snap at who first like a competition, when suddenly someone got Heard from a far sounding like as if they were running back

SQX:"your highness look what i got!-" he'd exclaim happily to then stop straight infront the three of them seeing he xuan up close again made him feel, fear, with a mix of a bit of happiness and didnt quite know how to act

Xie lian came toward's his friend continuing his talk "what is it what you got?" He answered as if to change his thought's

Shi qingxuan looked at xie lian for a little and then openned outer robe a bit a little white bird peeking his head out

XL:"he look's adorable! You shouldnt take animal's like that though he's a wild bird!"

SQX:"i do what i want" saying proudly "beside's he's the one that came on my shoulder he was cold so i putted him in there" petting the bird's head

He xuan just observed he didnt know why hua cheng asked him to come and seeing qingxuan standing right there wasnt feeling right, he was sure to have seen him die that day, that morning

Suddenly hua cheng coughed a little bit only to bring the attention to him "he xuan i asked you to come because thi- his highness's 'friend'. Wanted to see you dont make me do it twice." He said with a strict tone grabbing xie lian bringing him inside not wanting to deal anymore with these two he had already beared shi qingxuan's presence long enough he had even dared to cook breakfast instead of his highness saying that he was pissed would be an understatement

Both of the ghost's stared at the door that had been slammed shut right infront their nose, they both felt awkward not knowing how to start the conversation something qingxuan was usually good at, for once he xuan started talking first

HX:"so you're not dead?" Talking with the same monotone tone as before

SQX:"actually- i am-" he answered awkwardly fidgeting with his finger's

HX:"qingxuan" he sighed crossing his arm's "why are you here dont tell me it was to see me because as far as i can tell your body is against being near me." He said coldly not looking away

and he wasnt wrong qingxuan's hand's were horribly shaking he still tried to hide it by putting his hand's behind his back and smile a forcefull smile he didnt know why he couldnt just smile right now, "well i thooought we could probably start over? Our friendship, i wanna get to know you" he exclaimed with a bit of a shaky voice

HX:"sure." Still cold still monotone no change's "but i dont recall you having a home"

SQX:"i'll build my own house we could share it!-" he said determined and bold while the bird flew off back into the wild where he belong

He xuan take a sigh before walking off with an instant shi qingxuan was right behind him following

SQX:"he xuan where are you goooiiiiing!? Wait for me!" His bad leg betraying right on that moment falling face flat down on the dirt

He xuan stopped and looked back amused at the sight but keeping a neutral face, walking back toward him handing out a hand as to help him get up shi qingxuan accepted the help of course a bit embarrassed about falling down like toddler that barely knew how to walk

HX:"your leg isnt healed isnt it?" Looking down at the Bad leg that qingxuan was keeping up

SQX:"uhm, well it depend on the time sometime's it does hurt sometime's it doesnt" he answered to then saying lowly "i didnt thought it would hurt right now, its embarrassing it was fine until now"

HX:"you Can walk or do you need a stick?" He raised an eyebrow looking at him

SQX:"i'd rather die than keep a walking stick by my side!" He exclaimed with a pouting face

HX:"..you are already dead idiot" slapping gently qingxuan's back head

SQX:"hey!"

After a little while of fighting and chatting which was as usual only qingxuan talking he xuan made a teleportation array to a nice spot and offered qingxuan to live in a small but big enough house that had been abandonned there,

He wasnt much of a builder so he agreed and so their journey together started.

Imma stop here i feel like i wrote longer than usual! However i loved writing this chapter my creativity just kept flowing lol x)

[thatdeadaquarius]

Heyo, Idk if you still do sagau but I hope you do 🙏🙏 anyway, this is lowkey wholesome but imagine one of acolytes were trying to communicate with a child but then they realize the child is deaf but reader so happened to be nearby. So then, whatever the character is saying the reader translates into sign language and its just a wholesome sight to see. Btw srry if this isn't what you usually write 😓 add anything to this if you want

OH NO THIS IS EXACTLY ALL THAT I WRITE RN ANON DW MY LOVE 😍

(*update: im so stupid i thought ur sunglasses pfp was a anon and didnt look any closer💀i aint livin this one down)

(Spoiler: i do plan to do imagines for other fandoms bc i have such niche AUs or ideas for them, a lot like this whole language stuff for Genshin Sagau :D )

IVE WANTED TO LEARN ASL FOR SO LONG BUT I HAVENT GOTTEN THE CHANCEEE theres no classes for it where i live ;/

THAT IS TO SAY I LIVEEE FOR COMMUNICATION STUFFFFF

Also srry its kinda short i just could only think of this cute little scenario- 😗

Rest in peace bc i have a whole fat post i wanna make about neurodivergence + general accessibility issues in Teyvat and their countries

Like where r the ramps babe

Where r the non-narrow ass doors

Why r we just constantly made to hike up mountains when we dont have to

And dont come at me with that,

"Theyre in their medieval age! They cant make stuff like that!"

Yeah, u right, they cant.

If they dont be ✨️creative ✨️and they dont use their fucking ✨️magic ✨️

Liyue got floating rocks and they cant make a goddamn disability elevator?? Bitch tf?

THAT IS TO SAY IN A VERY RANTING COUGHPASSIVE AGGRESSIVE AT GENSHIN COMMUNITY FOR NOT REPPING DISABILITIES MORECOUGH

WAY OF SAYINGGGG

Literally almost no one gets sign language in Teyvat

(despite the fact that in my perfect teyvat, sign lang. is superior bc everyone could make it the universal lang. ESP if we go by the cool AU of diff countries have diff languages, like Germanish lang for Mondstadt, Frenchish for Fontaine, etc.)

Off topic again srry-

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But you took a class once!! Or even checked out the alphabet and casual convo on ur own time :D

So u just chillin with Kazuha, Thoma, Sara, Gorou, and Kokomi (they vistin the main island to see u!! :] )

Meanwhile a little girl is walking around nearby, and is kinda going in circles

Almost like shes scared to go too far one way or the other,

So being the caring soul he is, (rlly all these boys here rn would notice and help lol)

Thoma comes up to her and squats down trying to talk to her :)

...

Yeah, she didn't say anything, just kinda,,

Motioned with her hands??

She looks like shes doing some kind of code to them..

Oh!

Thoma finally recognized this, its that hand language!! lmao hes got the spirit

so he asks Kazuha to try and see if he knows it or can even figure it out-

Nope. Nada de nada.

Then Kokomi, Sara and Gorou (whos a sweatin nervous mess he doesnt know how to act around kids esp kids in distress he seems like the type lol)

They all fail, Kokomi looks concerned bc she thinks the kids lost, but there no frantic parents nearby, Sara is trying to slowly understand what motions mean what i.e. points to a rock = learn sign from child etc,

Kazuha is trying to get the wind to help locate upset guardians nearby, and Gorou...

... is just 🧍‍♂️

LMAOOO

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So after a minute of this (bc u had originally been away at a street food vender, hey those dango were rlly good dont judge urself)

U come back, and see this mild flavor of chaos-

And are just like

"Oh ffs- just shoo, i got it guys"

And just, slowly, go thru some signs with the little girl to get the keywords at least

She lights up and is like bouncing, she goes hella fast at first but slows down when she gets ur hearing

Either way, she looks a lot happier now

U explain for her to the others to confirm her parents got seperated from her

She got lost and where she last saw them

u finally help escort her to the street she last saw her parents on :] !!

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Meanwhile the whole allogene group, shopkeepers, and Inazumans around you:

😦😯🥰🥺💓💞💘💖

Kokomi is holding back a squeal, shes gotta keep up her image, ahem-

Sara is like,, minutely vibrating?? Lmao

Kazuha is watching u like a fireworks show, intensely and yet fascinated

GOROU'S TAIL IS KINDA WAGGINGGG AW LOL

And Thoma just looks like a puddle of affection, just absolutely melted (he loves kids + he secretly loves you = dead Thoma)

Other people look weirdly, proud? Like theyre like "yeah thats our god, fuck yeah, knowing diff languages, go off, Your Grace 💅 " LMAO SORRY COULDNT RESIST and also some fascination

♡

Anyway, 2 very stressed looking dads see yall and the girl and one of them run up to hold each other

She starts rapidly signing, explaining to her dads the adventure she had and the cool people she met <3

The dads look at u and r like 🤔😶😱 "YOUR MAJESTY??!!" (VIGOROUS HAND MOTIONS)

They sign like,

"We're terribly sorry about you seeing us like this, we usually are much more together than this, a crowd just swept her off, its very busy today. Thank you so much for helping our girl, my Lord!! 😭😭"

Theyre like almost crying, oh geez, u reassure them and sign back that it happens to any parent at some point and that is matters more that they tried to get her back :]

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Meanwhile the rest of the group and the citizens are just watching yall like its the most amazing Olympic level tennis match in the world LMAO

Heads all in sync, watchin yall like 👋👍🙏LMAO IM SORRY

AW IT SUCKS ABOUT WRITING BC I CANT RLLY DEPICT SIGN LANGUAGE AS COOL AS I CAN IN COMICS OR THRU ART

THE EMOJI HANDS NEED SIGN LANGUAGE DAMMIT-

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🎵 Hi, it's me. I'm the problem, it's me. 🎵

That is to say none of yalls asks r eaten up, at least im pretty sure? Dw abt it im chugging along having the time of my life hehe >:)

Yall are fEEDIN ME TONIGHT!!

Hope yall r having a good weekend and have no hw if ur in school, or i hope ur shift goes good tomorrow! :]

Love yall!!

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

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