#ignore this if you value your sanity

[satoruhour]

POCKET P*SSY!

a/n: idk where this came from. tagging @nc-vb @papersirens @crysugu

wc: 2.8k

warnings: fem!reader, m! masturbation (two scenes), use of fleshlight, unspoken feelings, reader listening in on nanami, f! masturbation, brief clit stimulation & fingering, pet names, ambiguous ending, n*sfw under the cut

nanami kento was an organised, work-oriented man. he submits his sorcerer reports on time, he reports to work right at nine in the morning and clocks out at six o’ clock sharp, his office is prim and proper with all things where they should be and his (various) suits are always pressed and clean, smelling like sandalwood.

so why was the sight of you so compelling and striking that he swears he can hear his heartbeat through the freshly ironed blue button-up shirt? when you’d come to his office in the school to pass him his morning coffee — which wasn’t forced, you did find yourself heading to the café more and more — and the times when you’d engage in simple conversation with him about bread and gojo (negatively).

it was always a breeze to be around you, a fresh air from the intricacies of being a sorcerer. the violence, the bloodshed, the fatigue. but it’s so much of fresh air that sometimes he wonders why he chokes on his words and feels out of breath whenever he talks to you.

nanami has unwillingly checked his phone for the umpteenth time whilst doing his report, glancing over ever so often just to make sure you wouldn’t cancel on that friday drinking outing you proposed to go on with shoko. gojo was undeniably left out of the picture because of his tolerance and the two were the best drinkers in town, but he just wished he could work out the courage to ask you to be alone with you.

but nanami valued his sanity and heart. he wouldn’t know what he would do if he ever lost you to a curse even though you could hold your own, and the amount of sorcerers who are sent out just to die never deserved any of it. but if they didn’t do it, who will?

it’s question after question that’s mixed in with thoughts of you as he stays focused on the blinking cursor of the word document. appear. disappear. appear. disappear. nanami finds that he can’t think of anything else to say in this dumb report, staring blankly yet again at the annoying flickering cursor that reminds him that this was far from done. he glances down to the first drawer of his office table, the brass lock drawing him in. he thinks that he’s not ready.

just as he wants to type his next word with newfound determination, you’re barging through the door with a loud “nanami!”, a big grin plastered on your face with shoko under your arm, trying not to fall under your intoxicating happiness. god knows why you’re so happy, and if he didn’t know better he would think you were already drunk.

“she just got news that her holiday was approved,” shoko nods as she takes a drag from her cig, blowing the smoke into the office.

“please do not blow secondhand smoke into this room, shoko.” nanami’s monotonous voice cuts through the air like a knife and you would think it’s a reprimand, but both of you know the 7:3 sorcerer is just like that.

“why so boring . .” you tsk, a skip to your step when you round the table and peek at the work, and nanami has to ignore the bounce of your breasts under your outfit and the proximity in which you lowered yourself to. he tries to subtly take in your scent, not listening to your question under you wave a hand in front of him and nanami has to break away from his fantasy of you riding him while your tits bounced in his face. filthy.

“nanami? it’s already 6:02, i thought you violently rejected overtime?”

he clears his throat, catching the brief, sly glance of shoko before he turns to you, “y-yes. i do. just give me half n’ hour, ladies, and we can head over to the bar right after.” he didn’t even realise the clock had already striked 6.

shoko puffs out more smoke to nanami’s dismay, “what the hell do you need half n’ hour for?”

“just to clean up this report, promise.” he mutters, pushing up his reading glasses, “i’ll get it done as soon as possible.”

“oh? the great nanami kento doing overtime?” you giggle, reaching over to type a little cheeky “:)” into the word document before waving goodbye a little dazedly as you walk out behind shoko. the pace at which your heart raced matches the man inside at seeing him in his clear, dad glasses.

“you are down bad, girl.” 

“shush!” you swat at her arm and all she responds is with smoke in your face that she laughs and you just huff, heading off back to the morgue where she felt most at home.

nanami never did submit the report on time. he was given a reluctant extension. what was he doing? anything but the report, instead locking the door to his office and lying awkwardly on his office sofa, that was cleverly placed behind a partition wall. it took a bit of discipline — he typed a few words, deleted them, typed some more and realised they didn’t make sense and by now it’s 6:15. he takes one glance to the locked door and to the partition and down to his hard-on with that familiar feeling in his stomach. it’s been long since he’s jerked off, and sure, he has done it mindlessly just to calm the morning wood but it’s been long since he’s gotten aroused by someone.

the man palms himself through his pants, imagining it was your dainty hands instead, a soft groan leaving his lips at the feeling. his pants have never felt this tight, throbbing and just begging to be released as he slowly fishes it out. nanami was big, a pretty little curve to his cock with a tip that’s leaking pre-cum, and he strokes at it, a shaky breath leaving his mouth that it sounds pathetic. here he was, in his own office sofa fully clothed, with one leg digging into the floor and the other propped onto the armrest. 

“f-fuck . .” he swears lowly and starts setting a pace, conjuring up your face as you bob your head over his length while you play with yourself. “right there—”

nanami whines, unintelligible words muttered out as he pumped his cock. he spits into his palm and continues his ministrations with the most lewd noises that have never graced his office before. so many thoughts of you occupy his mind, you fucking yourself back onto him, how sweet your pussy would taste, the sort of sounds you’d make, how you’d feel around him — nanami cums with a quiet, strained groan, hips lifting off the sofa as he spurts his cum all over his suit, and he doesn’t care, too lost in the feeling as he squeezes his eyes shut. the idea of giving you a creampie sounds too good at the moment, how much cum he’d shoot into you, how he’ll watch it drip out—

“fuck my life.” he simply murmurs when he sees the translucent liquid settle in, and yet nanami doesn’t regret it one bit.

the next week is torment. it was particularly difficult, especially after the moodiness you possessed after getting one worded answers from nanami at the bar. he couldn’t even hold eye contact with you, how rude! he was also gone for quite a bit once, coming out of the bathroom all sweaty and out of breath and you wondered if he found a cursed spirit in the sketchy, dingy restroom of the club.

“relax. a thousand yen he’s just stressed out by . . external factors at the moment.”

“but he’s nanami! if anything, that man is internalising all that’s stressing him out,” you groaned into your hands, “also why are we betting on my love life?”

“it’s fun.” shoko defends herself with two hands when you point a finger at her; you go back to your sulking stage soon enough. she merely settles for a hand on your back. “but you’re not wrong. this is just, a little different.”

you only can sink further into your hands when you recall how nanami pulls uncomfortably at his tie, a distraught expression on his face when you asked if he wanted another round of drinks. the avoided eye contact, the conversation mainly existing between them, it was all you needed to know about his feelings of you. the coffees and hangouts meant nothing, and yet you were so clueless at how you’ve awoken something entirely new for nanami that he’s cumming thrice a day just at the thought of you.

another day, another report to fill in. he had dealt with a first-grade curse this time, the casualties, brutal and infrastructure was severely destroyed. it was going to be a hell of a word count, he notes, but what he doesn’t want happening, or rather, the unavoidable, happens. his mind drifts back to you again and everything that you stood for, of your blinding smile and kind gestures. you knew how he liked the right amount of sugar in his coffees and the right place to massage when his upper back was hurting. there was many times he was sure you both had crossed the line of co-workers and lovers, but it was never spoken or defined.

it was a grey area, he admits. tethering along the lines that he wasn’t even sure was there any more: a gaze held longer than usual, a brush of your hand on his, the not-so-secretive glance at your ass, the quick gaze from his eyes to his crotch when gojo makes a dirty joke. it was already between the lines, yet none of you wanted to act on it.

nanami groans into his hands, taking one more look to that locked drawer, thinking it would magically unlock itself and he wouldn’t have to go though the torture of submitting to his desires and unlocking it like a sex-crazed man in the victorian era after seeing a woman’s ankles. it was humbling. but his mind seems to have a different plan, descending into fantasies that he would rather take to the grave than let gojo pry out of him and he shoots up, fumbling for the key hidden under his documents.

within a second, nanami unlocks it and lets out a breath and takes out a box — a hilarious (at the time) but stupid, stupid thing (it was a fleshlight) he let gojo talk him into buying while they were both drunk. but the more he looks at it, the more he wishes to feel your walls around him and his bulge is not going down. he takes out the fleshlight eagerly, looking at it with wide eyes before he swallows and nanami feels like a teenager again.

his heart pounds when he removes his pants. his laptop, open with his undone report and him standing wide-stanced in front of his desk like a loser and his underwear pulled down just enough for his cock to spring up, you would think he was an alien from another planet. nanami does away with all rationale when he slaps his tip along the pocket pussy, thinking it was yours before his tip slips in and he gasps. the sorcerer stumbles forward and he has to rest a hand on his office chair.

“gojo, you fucking dick,” nanami hates that he’s enjoying it. “haah . . shit—” 

he pushes it down his shaft and the instant pleasure is prominent. soon, nanami is moving the fleshlight over his cock, walking with unplanned steps to the sofa. he falls into it easily, hands still pumping the device along his dick and he already wants to cum from the tightness.

“fuuck . . baby,” there are soft pants that leave his mouth, the device already filling up with all of his pre-cum. the slick noises that dominate the room is loud. nanami is too far gone in this, hips thrusting up into the fleshlight with all his might as he imagines it’s you straddling him instead. biting down on his fist does little, sure he was drawing blood from how hard he was sinking his teeth into the skin there. the way he slips inside feels so much better than his hand, and yet there was something missing — your sounds, the sight of your pussy. he needed to know he’s making you feel good. he cums with a cry of your name and mixed in profanities, pelvis basically rutting into the pussy as he shoots his load deep inside. 

and it doesn’t end there for nanami — like a deranged man, he’s grabbing his cushions and stuffing the pocket pussy in between it and the sofa, dragging his tip along the silicone clit. this shit was embarrassing, fucking something fake just so he can simulate the fantasy of being in you, but it felt fucking divine, so much so that the soft “nanami?” doesn’t even reach his ears. he reenters the pocket pussy, body hunched over the sofa as he presses down on the couch cushion and wishing it was your lower back.

the long, loud groan nanami lets out sends a straight chill to your core and you hear it before you see it. you think maybe your chances are ruined, he has someone else and the dancing around each other was done just for fun, but you think a little peek wouldn’t help. your self care sessions are getting a little boring anyway.

the gasp doesn’t reach his ears either when you glance around the partition and you get the sight of your life: nanami thrusting into the sofa while still fully clothed, eyes closed and expression pulled into pleasure. you’re torn between arousal, modesty and relief and despite all that you still listen out for how turned on he was, the gross, dirty sounds of him rutting into something and yet you don’t know what. but you decide to play it safe, flipping back around to rest your back against the walled partition, hand reaching up your skirt and into your panties.

“(y/n) . . baby, g’na cum—” 

your eyes widen, your jaw drops but your hand on your clit never stops, rubbing in time with his thrusts as your other hand is probably making marks on your face by how hard you were trying to stop your moans from coming out. you’re already so wet that your ministrations are all messy and smeared, drawing haphazard circles just for a taste of that high as you soak and soak your panties.

“baby, baby, baby . . o-oh—” you swear under your breath, because who knew nanami kento could sound so damn good? you’re continuing the assault on your pussy, going past your clit and into your entrance and you wish it was his cock instead, but instead he’s fucking a pocket pussy imagining it’s you. too bad you don’t know that. “gonna cum in y-you—”

there’s a little crack in his voice and you involuntarily let out a soft moan and the movements are halted all of a sudden. in your panic, your foot spreads and the bottom of your shoe grazes against the wooden floor and your presence is fully made known, now.

“hello?” man, what the fuck? now they’re really not going to answer. nanami sifts through the possibilities: it couldn’t be any of the men, they know not to interrupt nanami when he’s working. shoko would only for alcohol . . you? you dig a deeper grave by making an incoherent noise in your throat and that’s when nanami’s fear really settles in. he wasn’t hallucinating anything — there really was someone calling out to him the first time and the gasp and now the little moan? but nanami has anything but luck, not being able to catch the person because you’re booking it out of there immediately, not exactly quiet due to the clicks of your heels and you want to go back into that exact grave to die.

you can hear and feel your heart in your throat, back lined with sweat more than it would be when fighting a curse. whilst, there was only one thing on your mind that slowly induces you into a downward spiral; he called your name, your name, your god-given name, the people address you by, he called—

standing by the little zen garden of the tokyo school, you can feel your clit throb and the breath taken out of you as the vision replays again and again in your head and you think yourself stupid for running out of there. but before you can turn back, gojo’s approaching with a big, shit-eating grin on his face and waves to you (“yaga told me to come get you, you’re not busy, are you?”).

swallowing, all you can do is shake your head, but not before you spare a last glance to nanami’s door which is now closed shut. you hear a click.

[astrolovecosmos]

Chart Ruler in the Houses:

Your chart ruler is the planet associated with your rising sign. e.g. Libra rising means your chart ruler is Venus, Sagittarius Rising means your chart ruler is Jupiter. The chart ruler can be similar to the rising in that it represents an aspect of your self-expression. It can also act like a guide or marker to areas of life that greatly impact you and motivate you. See below the chart ruler in each house:

~1st House~

Individuality is not only important to you and your life, but questions surrounding individuality, developing it - these are a big part of your life lessons, struggles, wins, and fulfillments. How you develop as a person, your self-expression, independence, and how you stand out acts as motivation. Early life may have been unique, intense, or hazy depending on the planet, but frequently revisiting it or taking inspiration from it is common for this placement. Having your chart ruler in the 1st House may indicate someone who has high expectations for themselves and their life or even "destiny". It is common for these individuals to be on either side of the scale with pessimism vs. optimism in their approach and view of their own life. A fear of being rejected, ignored, and possibly used or controlled may exist here. When the chart ruler is in the 1st House these people will always ask themselves who they are and/or may have a huge drive to always prove themselves or define themselves. They may face many challenges involving depth, intensity, intimacy vs. shallowness and detachment. Self-love and acceptance are their strength, their crown.

~2nd House~

The 2nd House is a house of the physical world but also our relationship to the physical world which many times can be highly intangible. The most straightforward way to understand this is through ideas around value and resource. The 2nd House is what we value from our favorite piece of clothing to our loved ones to our own self-worth. This is also the house of security, quality, spending, resources, energy that is taken or received, it is physical manifestations or materialism which can extend to ideas of the spirit having a body (6th House may be body and health, but the 2nd also has connections to the body and physiology, especially the throat, neck, voice). When the chart ruler is in this house challenges, lessons, and guidance may seem very practical with lessons about work, money, and possessions. Other times it can be hard to recognize or follow with lessons about restraint, boundaries, or defense. The chart ruler pulls on individuals to practice self-care and stability. People here may feel like their stability, safety, and maybe sanity are frequently questioned or being threatened. They learn early on how important options, skills, tools, money, space, being resourceful is. These people for many reasons may also constantly seek comfort and contentment. They want the peace that comes with more passive attitudes towards living like attraction, patience, routine, and indulgence or relaxation. The 2nd House is also about potential and when the chart ruler sits here motivation can come from self-belief. Endurance and determination are their crown.

~3rd House~

Self-expression, learning, communicating, connecting - all of these things are brought front and center with the chart ruler in the 3rd house. Motivation can be from a curious mind or possibly a bored mind, being highly involved or removed from a community, or social status or pressures. Learning from others is very important for this placement, even those who are shyer may crave this. Many of their internal conflicts or conflicts throughout life may involve some sort of lone wolf. vs social butterfly themes. Their main motivation may come from, their self-expression and personality shaped by, or possibly one of their guiding lights in life may be their siblings, extended family, students, or possibly a teacher in some form. These individuals are likely observant, mentally quick, possibly talkative or social, and likely adaptable. Even if someone with this placement has a lot of fixed sign influences, life will pull them through many situations that will demand flexibility or an open mind. There is a focus on how these people are in their attitude towards others in their most immediate environment and inner circle outside of highly intimate or hierarchical roles like a spouse or parent. Think friends, coworkers, siblings, their network, their community. The planet will have a lot to say about this, Venus for example indicates a very easygoing, nice, possibly loving attitude. Mars may mean competitive, aggressive, or passionate interactions and relationships. The Sun or Pluto can indicate power struggles. Saturn indicates a lot of responsibility, reputation, maybe burdens form being part of a community. This attitude or approach to their community will be extremely important to them. Knowledge and adaptability or an openness to learn are their crown.

~4th House~

This individual's motivation and personality may be heavily based around family somehow. They are prone to holding onto old feelings and grudges and this may be a major drive for them. The 4th House can represent our homelife, our private life, private selves, ancestry, cycles or patterns, intuition, and nurturing. Having a happy, safe, or stable home is a need for everyone but here their home life may impact their most basic self-expression constantly. A hurt or disturbed home life may be worn on their sleeve somehow. The 4th House can represent our parents both in a literal or metaphorical sense. I wouldn't be surprised if those with their chart ruler in this house find that they seek a parent type of relationship with others frequently OR has to parent themselves or others somehow. There may be a great drive to carry on a family's legacy or to start a new found family with this placement. Questions and insecurities may frequently revolve around one's place in their family, starting a family, or leaving one. This person may be good at hiding intentions, may be highly private or guarded, receptive, perceptive, and sensitive. Where they feel most at home can be determined by planet and sign but the chart ruler in the 4th indicates that there is a huge need to always "return" home or feel at home in the self, with others, and in a place. Getting in touch with one's past or heritage may be important to them throughout life. An understanding of the pasts' impact on the present and future is a major theme and lesson. Understanding and caring are strengths of theirs to cultivate. But...Loyalty, love, and trust of family is their crown.

~5th House~

A general love for life may be a major motivation for this placement. The 5th House is the house of recreation, love affairs, romance, drama, creativity, creation, pleasure, celebration, hobbies, self-expression, vibrancy. Expressing the self through what one creates whether that is art, a reputation, food, crafts, ideas, debatably children are all important to this house. The chart ruler in the 5th House may have a huge desire to leave a legacy or impression through what they make and share. There might also be a drive to indulge, experience, and love. This house has a positive reputation but the chart ruler here depending on sign, planet, aspect may indicate a struggle to enjoy life or express one's creativity. There may be a need to shine, fight, rebel, create a new path. A desire for adventure, admiration, romance, and leisure can exist in a way that is desperate or hard to satisfy. The 5th House has been interpreted as a place of self-discovery, carefreeness, play, or self-creation and in this sense, there is a huge push to be confident in oneself and to let your energy or vitality burn. The 5th House has also been interpreted as a place to look at how you learn and celebrate others and through them also learn about and celebrate the self. This can take a lot of giving and risk. Because of these aspects bravery and generosity is this chart ruler's crown.

~6th House~

This is the house of the everyday - habits, work, physical health, cleanliness, collaboration or teamwork, routine, service, help, support, practicality, skills, work ethic, pets, efficiency, uses. On paper this house can sound dull but similarly to the 2nd House the relationship of the tangible to the intangible can make interpretations or manifestations of this house sometimes hard to recognize. Work and health are two very common motivators for this placement. Other common motivators may be a desire to be useful, to heal others, to fix something, or possibly to be part of a team or cause. Depending on the influences involved a chart ruler in this house may spell out a person who craves recognition or reward for their status, good deeds, or accomplishments. There is nothing inherently wrong with this but it may cause a lack of fulfillment for the individuals. The chart ruler in the 6th House may work themselves to death or be distracted from people or things that truly feed their soul and help their mental health because they can get distracted with "the right way" to do things, with daily tasks they need to check off, or a sense of heavy duty. In this way modesty may be needed not to humble but to cut through the b.s. of more shallow pursuits and relationships. Some with this placement may need to be brought down to earth sometimes, just not in the way they or most may expect. Some may fear leaving their routine and habits, easily getting stuck in ruts. This will take courage to break routines or unhealthy habits, but it will also take self-discipline and even gratitude. Being thankful for the past and the present may help them to overcome fears of regret, failure, losing, or even imperfection. Boundaries, self-worth, discipline, physical and mental health, and self-sacrifice are all subjects that can make or break this placement's expression. Those with this placement likely want to be part of something that is bigger than them. Something that gives the everyday purposes or light. They can find this in the simple things and in everyday happenings. Because of that humility and gratitude are this chart ruler's crown.

~7th House~

The house that is all about relationships, you can expect that having your chart ruler here means plenty of action, karma, lessons, struggles, highs and lows to one's friendships, romances, rivalries, and enemies. This may have been a person who learned early on how important it is to get along with others or possibly to stand out from others. The chart ruler in the 7th does not automatically make one easygoing and cooperative. Mars or Aries in this house may drive someone to be competitive, overly independent, or antagonistic with others, finding this to bring them the most excitement or even peace in their life. Questions about relationships and who they are to others may always be part of their life. The 7th House is about projection and how you present yourself to others and how others reinforce your self. Those with their chart ruler in the 7th may find that they have deep insecurities about being loved and accepted. The chart ruler here may indicate someone who struggles a lot with boundaries, people pleasing, and balancing the needs of themselves vs. the needs of others. Even with a hotter or more self-focused influence like the Sun or fire element can find themselves easily losing themselves in others or forgetting to take care of themselves. Equality, respect, and honesty are pillars they need to build in their relationships. Some with this placement may need to unwrap their ego from their relationships and loved ones, others may need to overcome a fear of loneliness. They feel fulfilled when in a happy relationship. Things like self-love and healthy boundaries will be important for this placement but I would say their biggest virtues, what they will find strength from is with both unity and independence. 👑

~8th House~

How does the house of secrets, the taboo, intimacy, sharing, death, rebirth, inheritance, loans, and the metaphysical and occult motivate one and their life? This darker house can have abstract or intangible influences on one's self-expression. First those with their chart ruler in the 8th likely have a strong connection to their intuition, emotional side, depths, religious or spiritual beliefs, or psyche. They may have learned at a young age the importance of listening and of staying away from or investigating the dark, scary places of themselves and others. They learned about monsters under the bed or in the closet early on. One of the physical ways this house manifests is through physical intimacy. The 8th House rules over all forms of intimacy, physical or not. Those with their ruler in this house will likely have a life greatly impacted by this somehow. Maybe they are in tune with their body and libido, others may struggle to tame it or get in touch with it. Maybe they easily become attached and close with others, or maybe they are extremely guarded and detached. Chart ruler in the 8th commonly indicates someone who is more secretive or private. What they share or don't share with others may be a huge focus. Rewards and punishment for being overly open or overly closed may be a common challenge. A fear of looking weak, wrong, or bad can exist. Speaking of fear, this house rules over it. I could see someone with their chart ruler here struggle with nightmares in their life. This may be someone who struggles with timidness, or even acting cowardly. Others may be addicted to adrenaline, finding it an escape or confidence boost. Some assign psychology to this house and with this can be a huge desire to know and master the self. With the ruler here their self-awareness game may be strong. This is also the house of transformation and joint, inner, or (will)power. These people may very likely have vibrant, passionate, intense inner selves or personal lives that are very much hidden or a mystery to others. Abuse, trauma, and life-changing events are not exclusive to the 8th House but this placement may find immense insight, wisdom, and empowerment from them. Just like the cliche of the phoenix, they get stronger after turmoil, rising from the ashes. Vulnerability and compassion are their crown.

~9th House~

This is the house of travel and higher education but also philosophy, beliefs, meaning. Having your chart ruler here indicates high energy, enthusiasm or a zealous nature, curiosity, and optimism. A passion for learning and exploration, an open mind and heart, or a desire to be part of something higher and greater than them are common motivators. They may frequently find themselves asking philosophical questions throughout life or big pictured questions. Some simply like to think and wonder while others get too stuck on "what ifs" in their life. This placement is likely passionate about their beliefs and opinions. Even if their beliefs aren't rooted in religion or the spiritual, they may be opinionated and forceful about them. Being highly open and changeable about your beliefs may be a theme too. This could be a person who is very open-minded to different religions and cultures and wants to try them all in some capacity. Either way belief is central to their life and character. The 9th House can be associated with worldly matters, foreign affairs, how culture and ethics differ, form, and are practiced. Being a globetrotter may be a common manifestation or being highly active in politics or foreign relations. This house is also about rituals, publishing, hopes, the future, storytelling. Those with their ruler in this house may find they have a complex relationship with truth vs. lies or illusions. The duality between hope and despair may exist in their conflicts and challenges. There can be a thirst for knowledge, especially specialized, privileged, forbidden, or secret knowledge. These people may live in their own cages or horizons based on their beliefs. Their worldview may mean everything to them. Belief either in themselves or something else and curiosity are their crown.

~10th House~

Status, reputation, or reward, especially the material kind are the most likely motivators for someone with their chart ruler in the 10th. The 10th house is about career, reputation, ambition, public life, authority, parental influence, discipline, recognition, purpose. There may be a huge need for a great sense of purpose. Responsibility and reputation are hot topics for those with their chart ruler here. These may be two things that haunt or bring joy to them throughout life. A fear of failure, embarrassment, or a lack of control can be a huge challenge for this placement. Seeking approval from or rebelling from an authority figure may be a huge drive for some. Their self-expression is focused and monitored, criticized and restrained so it fits within their society or family. Matters of support and providing are important for those with this placement. Both receiving it and giving it may be challenging or rewarding. Those with this placement may be passionate about campaigning for or providing for those who lack help much like they may have lacked when younger. These people typically strive to be helpful, depended on, the leader or decision maker, the problem solver. Even those that are more independent, unconventional, and rebellious may find themselves leading a rag-tag team of outcasts. Control issues and obsession with career or work can be challenges. Many with this placement find purpose and identity through their career. Some are driven by places of fear and insecurity around control. But it is commitment and honor that makes up this placement's crown. Through these virtues/traits they can find strength and energy.

~11th House~

The 11th House is the house of social awareness, collective action and consciousness. How one fits in with society or a group is very important here. Individuality has a place in this house but the story is more about how one fits in or stands out with their individuality than just defining that individuality. The 11th House is also about friendship, acceptance, alienation, awareness, trends, the higher mind, intellect and intuition, wishes/aspirations. This tends to be a hopeful and extroverted house in terms of its general influence. Having your chart ruler here means you may find meaning and direction by being part of organizations or groups. There may also be a struggle to find people you belong with. Motivation tends to come from social expectations/pressures, societal norms, rebellion, isolation, idealism, or fear of missing out. Friends and peers may be very important to those who's ruler sits in this house. From an early age this individual learned the importance and need for acceptance by one's peers or may have found refuge, learning, and understanding in them. Expanding their mind and knowledge through others may be a drive for them. Having a charismatic and confident self-expression may be important for some, or finding those who celebrate or are attracted to their unique sense of self-expression. Those with this placement may sympathize with or find purpose through humanitarian pursuits. There can be a part of them that wants to do good on a large scale - to help humanity, the world, society. Motivation and a guide for the self may come from seeing the big picture and caring for groups or humanity. But depending on the sign, planet, and aspects having your ruler in this house may also cause one to be highly selfish and focused on how a group can benefit them. There may be a desire to control or dominate a group of people or organization. Conformity and nonconformity can also be pulled to one of the extremes with this individual. Getting carried away with group fear, hope, promises, deception, and division can also happen with these people. They can understand the pros and cons, the depths of tribalism. It is important for them to learn quickly a healthy separation between the self and the group. But ultimately tolerance of others and cooperation are this chart ruler's crown.

~12th House~

The House of the subconscious and hidden or secrets can be tricky to explain. When the chart ruler is in the 12th House one's motivation can be elusive or at times, they may feel that they lack motivation or that they struggle to express and define the self. Being introverted or shy is common with this placement. Getting to know oneself is a lifelong path for many with this placement. There can be a desire to be found, to discover from the self and from others something meaningful, a desire to be connected spiritually, for intense intimacy, or possibly a feeling of wholeness. They themselves may struggle to pinpoint their desires, needs, and motivations, but once discovered they can be highly empowered. This is also the house of isolation, loss of power, loss of ego or identity, and loss in general. This person may confront many uncomfortable questions, truths, or experiences surrounding loss. This house shares similar themes with the 4th and 8th Houses - family karma and secrets, depth, psychology or psyche, spirituality, magic, intuition. A yearning to understand the self can be present for those with this placement. There may also be a drive to understand themselves and others through spiritual lenses. A drive to heal and help may exist here as well. This house covers many intense and bleaker subjects, but it is associated with surrender, forgiveness, reconnection, rebirth, reparation, hidden strengths or potential, and the good and bad of spirituality, oneness, and karma. People with this placement may be natural healers, counselors, or teachers. Fearing or embracing loneliness and separation may be a common manifestation. Through the dynamic between creation and destruction that this house has, they can find great insight and power from their pain. Empathy and listening to one's soul or intuition are what makes up their crown.

[saintsenara]

What is your rationale for disagreeing with the fanon that the horcruxes affected Voldemort's sanity?

that it's literally canon that they don't!

i obviously don't have an actual problem with people using the idea that the horcruxes affect voldemort's sanity as a trope, if that's what works for their story, but what irks me is that this idea is often repeated by voldemort enjoyers as canon fact, when the impact of horcruxes on cognitive function is spelled out clearly in half-blood prince:

Harry sat in thought for a moment, then asked, “So if all of his Horcruxes are destroyed, Voldemort could be killed?”  “Yes, I think so,” said Dumbledore. “Without his Horcruxes, Voldemort will be a mortal man with a maimed and diminished soul. Never forget, though, that while his soul may be damaged beyond repair, his brain and his magical powers remain intact. It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldemort even without his Horcruxes.”

in half-blood prince - as in every book prior to deathly hallows - dumbledore functions as the "word of god" character, which is to say that the information he provides us - as long as it relates neither to harry nor himself - isn't up for interpretation, it's understood within the narrative as correct. we can also be sure that he's done his research on horcruxes, knows exactly how they work, and is speaking as an expert when it comes to their impact on the mind - and we can also note that slughorn [who also seems to know what he's talking about when it comes to horcruxes and their function] doesn't mention them causing any cognitive damage when discussing them with the teenage tom riddle.

but nobody has ever made as many horcruxes as voldemort! maybe one doesn't affect the mind, but seven certainly could.

except this doesn't align at all with how the series understands the relationship between the soul and the will.

one of the central themes of the harry potter series is the value of choice. all of its main characters have narrative arcs which hinge - in some way or other - on them making a choice, very often the choice between what is right and what is easy. ron chooses to leave and then chooses to come back; hermione chooses to stay. sirius chooses to take a stand against the life his family expect of him. snape chooses to repent of his sins and work forever to atone for them. harry chooses to walk into the forest and die. lily chooses to ignore voldemort's request for her to stand aside.

all of these choices are made of the character in question's own free will - and the same applies to everything voldemort does in the series. he chooses to kill and to keep killing of his own free will, with the full capacity to understand his actions, and he refuses, right until the very end, to show the slightest bit of remorse for what he's done - and it is this, in the narrative's view, which makes his behaviour so heinous and which causes his behaviour to have such an impact on the state of his soul.

if we assume that voldemort's grasp on rationality declines with the number of horcruxes he makes, we are also assuming that his capacity to understand the full wickedness of his actions also declines - but his motivation for killing myrtle to make a horcrux and his motivation for killing frank bryce to make a horcrux are exactly the same: he wants to, and he doesn't give a solitary fuck about the life he's just taken.

and this stands in contrast to something else we see in canon - the idea that killing does not automatically have an impact on the soul:

“And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?” “You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore.

this - the set-up to snape's mercy-killing of dumbledore - suggests that your soul is not harmed if you know without question that the death you cause is justified.

snape kills dumbledore of his own free will, but this suggestion also implies that it would be perfectly possible for the soul to remain unharmed if a killer was understood to be non compos mentis. that is, if someone lacked the capacity to understand their actions were not justified, then their soul would see them as "not guilty by reason of insanity" and not splinter.

voldemort's ability to make so many horcruxes in the first place, then, must depend on his capacity to understand exactly what he's doing - to know he could choose not to kill and then still do it anyway.

and we do actually see in canon that - while he's shown to be someone who kills with the slightest provocation in the films - the voldemort of the books is clinical and methodical in his violence:

“Nice costume, mister!” He saw the small boy’s smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face: Then the child turned and ran away... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...

the canonical voldemort's known kill count is actually surprisingly low, and each of his victims is clearly selected with a rational [in the "does he have a disorder of thought?" sense, not in the "is this morally justifiable?" sense] motivation driving his decision to attack them - even if his actions are also affected by an emotional trigger [he does not, for example, kill his father or massacre the goblins who tell him that the cup was stolen for reasons which are irrational or delusional - incandescent fury or fear that your secret is out are not insanity].

voldemort kills and makes his horcruxes out of choice, and the series is clear that his capacity to understand that choice does not degrade across the course of his life.

ok, but you have to admit that he's definitely not... all there, personality wise...

sure. but i don't think this has anything to do with the horcruxes...

the idea that voldemort runs around shrieking and cackling to himself is an invention of the films. the canonical voldemort is shown to be lucid and thoughtful even in deathly hallows, he remains a formidable strategist right up until the end - and i think it's also worth noting that the films really gloss over just how successful his takeover of the government is - and his prodigious intellect and magical talent are acknowledged by the order throughout the series.

his more volatile personality traits - his fondness for monologuing, his rapid switching between being superficially charming and feral, his tendency to get lost in his own obsessions, his emotional brittleness - are all ones the eleven-year-old riddle is shown to possess, and i think it's much more interesting to explore the idea that they remain aspects of the person he once was which the adult voldemort cannot hide behind the mask he has constructed.

but - yes - its certainly true that the resurrected voldemort of order of the phoenix onwards is more paranoid, harder to soothe, crueller to his death eaters, more inflexible in his thinking and so on than he is implied to have been in the 1970s, and so i understand why many readers interpret this as evidence that his last two horcruxes [harry and nagini] - plus the arcane horror of his resurrection ritual - might have sent him round the bend.

but i think that the implication of canon is that this behaviour has much more mundane causes.

in october 1981, all the evidence we have is that voldemort is about to win. he is an unassailable terrorist kingpin with an army of highly-trained, highly loyal minions and - we can assume - widespread popular support.

and then only four of these supporters try to find him.

it's clear - as we can tell from the fact that barty crouch jr. is so shocked to discover that he didn't massacre the reassembled death eaters where they stood - that voldemort is livid that none of his "loyal" servants came to rescue him from the tree in albania his soul piece was hiding in, choosing instead to pretend they were under the imperius curse and that they'd never have been seen dead supporting him had they been in their right minds. it's also clear that he has no choice but to welcome these death eaters back to the fold once he's resurrected because he'd have no core supporters otherwise.

but it's also clear that he doesn't trust any of them one single bit once their commitment is proven to be so fragile - and that it is this, this evidence that he's just a human being with human feelings, rather than a creature of pure magic whose mind has been warped by that magic, which provides a much, much more interesting explanation for his increasing volatility as the war draws to its conclusion.

voldemort is at his most interesting - in my opinion - when his humanity [and his failure to outrun it] is foregrounded. this isn't incompatible with his creation of the horcruxes at all. but it is, i think, incompatible with the idea that they warp his mind.

[jisungsdaydreamer]

Tolerate It

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SYNOPSIS You know your love for your husband should be celebrated, but instead, it’s tolerated.

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader Genre: angst, established relationship Warnings: Unhappy marriage, mentions of cheating, swearing, toxic spouse, gaslighting, emotional abuse Word Count: <1k 

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“Where were you last night?” 

Chan sets down his fork with a heavy thud and puts his head in his hands, visibly frustrated. “Not this again.”

You hold back tears as you wordlessly rise, placing your plate in the sink and leaving the kitchen while ignoring the incessant calls of your husband. You already know the answer to your own question, but you ask him anyway, maybe because you still love him and can’t pretend that every single time this happens, you’re not dying on the inside. But maybe you’re also asking him because it’s your duty. It’s your duty to be a faithful wife to your husband, to look after him and love him. And you do all of it. 

Every single day, like clockwork, you wake up at five to cook him a hearty breakfast and prepare him a lunch packed with love. You have memorized how he likes his coffee at different intervals in the day. When he comes home from work, you take his coat and briefcase before seating him at your dinner table and welcoming him with a delicious home cooked meal. You give him shoulder massages while he watches TV and doesn’t even thank you. Your children are never a challenge to their father, only a joy, because you are willing to bear the burden of the more difficult parts of your children’s upbringing. You gave up your passion to commit to a lifetime of serving him. Instead, you work a tedious desk job that’s soulless, but stable, so you can come home early. For him. You can and will drop everything and go to him if he merely whispered your name. Under your watchful eye, the house is always sparkling clean and inviting at all times, just for your husband. 

But you’ve never been good to yourself. You have never spared a single thought for your own wellbeing and sanity. You can’t even fathom holding your heart together while it breaks, because you’re too busy slaving away for the man who shatters it, over and over again.

As you enter your bedroom, you can’t even slam the door shut and lock yourself inside, because you know your husband will want to come and rest soon. The children are fast asleep in their own rooms, and you’ve dined with your husband. You have fulfilled your responsibilities for the day, and now, you shed the flawless facade as you desire.

Collapsing onto the bed, your body racks with fast, choked sobs, and you know you are completely and utterly alone. For a long time, you’ve been unfeeling. Chan stabs at you, again and again, and yet, you never responded, numbly taking it all. You knew what he did after hours, all of those times that he called home and breathlessly explained that he would be working late. Or those times he stumbled into the house, limbs disoriented and hair mussed, mumbling about a harmless trip to the bar with his boys. And then there was when he waltzed in with a lipstick stain on his collar, the collar that you had neatly pressed in the morning. Some lady bumped into me and accidentally smudged her lipstick on me, you’re just paranoid.

You weren’t stupid. You just didn’t want to feel. Of course, you could not refrain from crying yourself to sleep every night, but nevertheless, when the sun hit your blinds, you pretended you were okay. Last night was different. 

For the first time, he hadn’t bothered even attempting to cover up mistakes, because he wasn’t stupid either. He was aware you knew about his infidelity, and it looked like he didn’t value you enough anymore to even come up with a lie. He had staggered into the kitchen and asked what you had made him for dinner, instead of pushing out his usual pathetic excuses. 

Thinking of him feels like there is a metaphorical balloon in your chest, swelling rapidly but never reaching the apex, the breaking point, because even now, you can never truly fall apart. Falling apart would mean running to your husband and grabbing his arms, screaming at him for a reason why you aren’t good enough anymore. Falling apart would be taking your children, the ones you cared for, and leaving him behind. Falling apart would be falling out of love for him. But you’re still scared, clinging to the hopes of a happy marriage and being truly cherished by the man you are killing yourself for.

It’s why when Chan walks into the darkened room, shutting the door behind him quietly and laying next to you in the bed, you stay quiet instead of having the courage you need to confront him. 

“I’m trying, baby. I’m trying to be better,” Chan whispers into your ear, his arm thrown over your waist and pulling you close. 

You say nothing, just giving him a brief nod while he turns his back to you once and falls asleep. You stay awake, though, and let the silent tears stream down your face. This isn’t the first time he’s promised to change, nor the first time you’re risking your sanity forgiving him. 

Your love is never ending, wishing and pleading for the man you know he could be once again if he tried. You stay running after the man you fell for— someone who was funny, attentive, and sweet. Someone who loved you too, once upon a time. You know your love should be celebrated, but all he does is tolerate it.

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[rpgsandbox]

The Hidden Isle is a pen and paper RPG that uses Tarot cards instead of dice, set in the 16th century on the secretive island of Dioscoria. It focuses on roleplaying and collaborative storytelling.

This is a game about swashbuckling adventures across Europe and the Middle East, stealing forbidden texts from oppressive regimes, protecting an island of outcasts using ancient magic, and toppling empires with just the right speech at just the right time.

If you are familiar with Tarot then The Hidden Isle will resonate with you all the more, but no experience with Tarot is necessary. To help you feel like a mystical oracle and stay inspired, we’ll provide you with tables and guides to help you quickly understand each card draw.

Narrative heavy, rules light. While the game does have rules, their purpose is to enrich and drive your narratives. The game is designed as a collaborative storytelling experience.

Play and character growth intertwined. Each character has a burden—an emotional weight they carry—and an ideal to live up to. Become your truest self, or succumb to your worst impulses.

A vibrant 16th-century world. Dioscoria is described in loving detail, as are major cities of the time such as London, Istanbul and Venice. No historical knowledge is needed.

A wide array of characters. Play as an Illusionist, Scoundrel, Occultist, Prowler, Champion or Hunter. More characters are planned for stretch goals.

GM can plan or improvise. Scenarios can be planned ahead of time by the Seer, or improvised at the start of a session for GMs short on time.

Tarot cards instead of dice. They’re used for everything from scenario inspiration, to character backstories, to divination, to skill checks. No Tarot experience is required. Any deck can be used, but we recommend the Sefirot deck.

Dioscoria: a hidden isle of sages, adventurers, and ancient wisdom. Within the walls of this secret city are gathered the misunderstood, the persecuted, those unjustly punished for the way they live. Here they can flourish, and return to the world to wage their secret war against injustice and ignorance when they are ready.

1562: It is a dangerous and disrupted time. Europe has embraced the innovations of gunpowder, and is using it to tear itself apart along religious lines. The Ottoman Empire is poised to break either Vienna to its west or the Safavid Empire to its east. European colonisers are spreading along the coastlines of the world like a hungry parasite. The Inquisition accuses, tortures and executes its victims across the Catholic world.

It is also a world of alchemy and sorcery. English magicians pry the mysteries of the stars. Ottoman scholars unravel the hidden design of the creator. Dioscorian mystics have mastered techniques to peer beyond the veil of time, and steer the world towards sanity.

Into this maelstrom step the agents of Dioscoria. Dioscoria's actors, magicians, assassins and paladins stand ready to defend the helpless and preserve wisdom. As these agents tackle scheme after scheme, and topple tyrants, cults and demonic forces, will they live up to their ideal selves, or embrace the darker parts of their own humanity?

Character generation: Characters’ backstories—their childhoods, their adult life, their emotional burdens and their ideals—are generated by consulting the Tarot for inspiration.

Burdens and ideals: Every character has a burden and an ideal. These are habits that threaten to engulf you, or values you are striving to live up to. Use them during play to make challenges easier, or become the person you want to be.

Skill checks: The Agent and the Seer each draw a hand of cards, based on the Agent’s skill and the challenge’s difficulty. Each plays a single card; the highest wins. The suit’s skill (swords, wands, cups or pentacles) acts as a trump suit.

Fortune cards: To avert failure, Agents may spend a fortune card to turn a failure into a success. Agents can jump in and help each other when all seems lost.

Solo mode: A favored Stretch Goal has been reached. Now you can play as an Agent in solitaire mode. The Cabinet of Extremis has chosen you to carry out their will on more dangerous missions than regular Agents undertake. You can also find the preliminary rules among the playtest materials.

Visions: Each Agent is blessed before each mission, and can receive glimpses of the past, present or future. Visions can be used to gain useful information, peer into a character’s fate, or add tension and stakes to a scene.

Harm: Harm can be physical or spiritual. Agents are usually harmed because of a failed challenge. Harm can severely impede an Agent, and lead to permanent trauma if untreated.

Abilities: Each character class has unique abilities. Occultists can curse with the evil eye. Performers can imitate their target perfectly. Hunters can spread panic by dispatching their enemies from the shadows. Just make sure your ability isn’t causing you more harm than you can tolerate!

Contacts: Your friends and allies in Dioscoria can help you grow. These personal connections help you train, prepare and reflect on yourself, and can teach you abilities you would otherwise never have access to.

Territories: Dioscoria, and other cities, change over time: in response to player actions, or inspired by Tarot draws. This can create a unique geopolitical landscape: a world that branches off from our own history.

Scenario divination: For GMs who don’t want to prep ahead of time, scenarios can be generated on the fly by drawing Tarot cards and consulting the “Vision guide”. If you chain these scenarios together, you can generate entire campaigns with nothing more than a Tarot deck and a little imagination.

The Hidden Isle is inspired by Forged in the Dark, and its core is formed from that system’s style and dynamics. However, this is not just a reskin with Tarot cards: The Hidden Isle is an original and coherent game with its own feel and rhythm.

Play The Hidden Isle now!

If you’re curious how the rules come together, and how it feels to play, why not try The Hidden Isle yourself? To get started, just download the playtest materials:

Download Playtest Kit

We also have two pre-made scenarios for you that can be played immediately:

The Rialto Scrolls: Rescue a scholar from the Jewish Ghetto before her life's work falls into covetous hands.

The Face of the Enemy: Foil a spy sent to Dioscoria to bring the island under control.

And if you don't have a group at the ready, try the game with the preliminary solo mode!

The Hidden Isle – an A4-size, gold-foiled, hardcover book of roughly 230 pages – contains the complete game rules, sections describing Dioscoria and the world of the sixteenth century, and all character classes and supplementary tables.

230+ pages of beautiful, elegantly laid out material. Bound in hardcover, clad in gold foil.

Complete game rules, including character creation, NPC generation and scenario generation using Tarot cards.

Five classes, each with eight unique abilities!

A flexible magic system featuring seven schools of magic and seven magical sources.

33 specialized items for your Agents to draw on during each mission.

24 historically inspired magical creatures.

A full, dedicated chapter on Dioscoria: its culture, origins, and a tour of the city.

A practical "Advice for Seers" chapter, giving you extra tools to help you run a game of The Hidden Isle.

A detailed section on the world of the sixteenth century,containing extensive lore on five major cities of the time, from various parts of the known world.

Tarot tables and references to help you understand any card, giving you multiple prompts for any situation to aid inspiration.

Additional materials for printing at home such as character sheets, reference sheets, Tarot tables are available via digital download.

Kickstarter campaign ends: Sat, October 28 2023 3:55 PM BST

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[sasori-rp]

Do's and Don't's with Hate-Comments

In the wake of recent events, I was inspired to create this blog as a guideline for all those who struggle with this. I'm sure many of you (if not everyone) has received some form of hate in the past.

They come in the shape of anonymous asks, vicious comments, reblog rants and DMs and go far beyond this platform. It's important to share knowledge on how to deal with the situation in a healthy and mature manner, that allows you to preserve your mental health and sanity.

So without further ado, let's get into this, shall we?

Quick Info

Before we start with the Do's and Dont's I want to give you a quick disclaimer on what we're dealing with here. Keeping this in mind, will hopefully help you stay grounded and prepared.

People who send hate - we'll call them Haters for simplicity - are energy vampires. They're usually deeply unhappy people who lack self confidence and carry a lot of frustration in their hearts. This can be because they dislike how the world is evolving, because they get mistreated at home or simply because their hormones are overwhelming and they haven't learnt how to subtract their emotions when criticising something they disagree with.

When they send you hate, it releases adrenaline in their body, a so called kick that they use to vent their frustration. Anyone who has been angry in their life before knows, how satisfying it feels in the moment, to tell the other person how much of a dick we think they are. You probably also know the excitement of getting a reply (even a positive one) when reaching out to a celebrity, a blog or your crush for example. This feeling of excitement is what they look for.

The more vicious the comment, the better they feel when not only getting a reaction from you, but also safely getting away with it. Because truth be told, no hater has the courage to insult you in person. They're anonymous, so they don't have to face the consequences of their own actions. They're getting entertainment in the safety of their own homes, while you suffer.

So, what can we do about it?

Do

If the harrassment continues, block the user.

The first thing you should do when receiving a nasty comment, is delete and ignore. That is your default reaction. Your time and wellbeing is sacred. Do not waste your energy by interacting with them. Giving them attention will only increase their actions. Do not respond to them. Only exception: you can think of a genuinely hilarious, humorous answer to it. You're then using their hate and turn it into fun and play, making it a positive experience for you. (Dissing is not humour in this scenario)

Take a break and take care of yourself. Surround yourself with kind people, do something you enjoy. Don't allow it to consume you. Self Care is very important to staying balanced. Eat healthy, sleep well and don't overwork yourself.

Reach out to friends. Asking for help is human. Allowing your friends to comfort you, will help you feel less alone.

Reach out to a helpline. Sometimes we don't have someone to confide in. There are helplines where you can pour your heart out and get advice from.

If you feel that your mental health is deteriorating, seek help from a therapist. They can give you tools to navigate your feelings and will help you sort your inner battle out. Seeing a therapist is not a weakness; it shows you're willing to make an active change for your health. Props you you, I'm the first one cheering you on!

If the harrassment still continues and threats are made that make you genuinely fear for your safety, reach out to Tumblr Staff and/or the police.

Spread love and kindness. I cannot stress this enough: Do you want to know how to really combat hate? Be happy. Live your best life and create beauty. Give kindness to others and don't let someone's ill intent poison your own. It's that easy. Because nothing in this world disarms hate like genuine care and understanding, confidence in your own worth and awareness of your value.

Don't:

Don't try to justify yourself in response to them. Haters are not here to communicate and find a solution. They will not listen to reason; you can use your time for better things.

Don't insult them back. The argument will quickly spiral out of control. And this is the internet. Someone will use what you said against you. Don't let your anger dictate your actions

Don't post hate posts and rants talking about them. Don't post hate and rants in general. It feels cathartic in the moment, but it will bite you in the ass later. (It also, again, gives them much more attention that they deserve. Do you really want to be their entertainment?)

Don't do any of the above things to protect your friends, either. Friends are here to support you, to give you a shoulder to cry on and cheer you on. Not to tear others down. Regardless of wether they deserve it or not. It's going to backfire, trust me. Stand up for them, yes. Stand up for them by lifting them up, not by tearing down others.

Don't start bashing their account with hate in retaliation

-> Lastly, it's okay to make mistakes.

Don't tear yourself down over you being a human being and extend the same grace to others too. Apologising doesn't make you weaker, it shows that you're mature and willing to learn. And forgiveness is never about you forgetting what happened, but making peace with it; freeing your mind and heart from it, so you can move forward.

I hope this blog helps you make a difference for your life and that of others. Remember, you're a valid, worthy human being deserving of love and kindness. And so is everyone around you.

As always, my DMs are open for questions and discussions. Please try to not spam the comments too much, it gets confusing to detangle. I wish you all a lovely day/night💜

Thank you all for listening!

@izumi-uchiha-anon

@kisame-hoshigaki-rp

[crownedwille]

I've come to the conclusion that loving young royals doesn't mean I can't be critical about it, maybe especially bc I love the show so much I have such strong feelings about it, good and bad and I can love parts of canon and agree with it and appreciate it but I don't have to love it all. I have accepted that it's okay if I don't accept the ending and I don't have to force myself to support it. It's okay to not agree with all of canon and it's okay to not side with all of the creators' intentions/views. Loving a show doesn't mean you have to take everything the writers say on face value and that's the only version that is allowed to exist. Canon isn't everything and fandom is about curating your own experience that makes you happy and not miserable. You don't have to dismiss canon in every aspect and ignore it entirely, that's certainly not what I want but there is a fine line between being canon respectful, allowing some parts to exist and sometimes, yes, you just have to say "fuck canon" and move on for your own sanity and wellbeing

[beautifulpersonpeach]

https://twitter.com/mhereonlyforbts/status/1712181142789542327

Out of all the members, Jimin has the most grammy submissions. After all the noise Bpp, of Hybe favoritism in only submitting JK for awards, after all the chaos and fighting and insults rained on jk, BTS, Hybe, after all the victimizing, fear-mongering, hate, discourse about how Hybe was not submitting Jimin and only pushing JK.

After all that, Jimin has the most Grammy submissions out of every BTS member. I checked some Pjm pages after the full list came out today and all of them are ignoring it. Nary a pip from them Bpp.

Just like how it was when the BB article came out or when Jimin renewed his contracts.

You're right these people really do act like taekookers where the reality has nothing to do with their beliefs. It's just insecurities, anxieties and hate. Thank you for keeping this blog open truly. It's one of the few tethers I have to sanity in this fandom.

***

Your link, Anon.

You can say this now because Jimin has the most submissions, but what do you think would've happened if he had the least or if Like Crazy wasn't submitted?

I'll let you think about that for a bit.

For me, it wouldn't change a thing. Because ultimately this is Jimin's career, I trust that he is intelligent and capable of managing his own affairs and especially achieving the key desires he has for his career. I know that every BTS member values their team and is able to balance their own ambitions with that of their team, and that they are all aware of their own plans and desires more than any group of fans claim to be.

All the hate those fools heap on Jungkook is frankly just copium. They're simply awful people who cannot accept the reality that they know very little and have almost no real influence over Jimin or BTS's choices. They roam the internet looking for an outlet for their frustration and hate. These are people who aren't intelligent enough to recognize their hate of those closest to Jimin won't bring Jimin any closer to achieving his stated goals.

I love that Jungkook is asserting himself however and whenever he likes, I love that he's putting himself out there trying various collabs even if they aren't my taste, I love that he's having his moment, sometimes alongside all the other members.

Joon is getting ready to release his stuff too. He's come live several times in the last few weeks and I can tell he's excited, and that too warms my heart. And then there's Jimin. Blessing, soothing, and turning us on all at the same time during Jimtober.

I've already talked about my views on the Grammys which lean more pessimistic than not, and it's going to take some effort but I will try to treat that event like an afterthought. Even then, it makes me happy to see all the guys able to toss their hats in for a nomination, all while advancing their own projects and putting out new music.

It feels very good to be ARMY right now.

(It's always a lovely day when Jimin Jimins)

[14dyh]

hey how are u? can you write something for hange based on "fool for you" by zayn?

Tainted | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: You will do anything for Hange, however foolish and twisted may it be. Word count: 1.0k Content warning: blood, murder, injury A/N: hello anon, I'm doing great, hope you are as well :D sorry if this is too much angst for that song lmao

"I-I can't do this anymore..." You slumped back into the ground, the soft dirt and leaves crunching beneath your weight amongst the dark forest. 

The metallic sound of the shovel against rock and dirt ceased, and Hange turned to you. 

They dropped their shovel, kneeling in front of your dejected form as they wiped their hands off blood and dirt.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," they cooed, cradling you in their arms. "Sorry, you had to be this grimy because of that specimen. It definitely put up a struggle, huh?" A subtle lilt escaped their lips as they held you, you could feel them smiling. Your eyes remained shut close as tears slipped out. 

This has been going on for weeks. Gaining specimens one after the other, many failed attempts to get the solution right and even more trials to get to the accurate answers. Hange's experiment is near to its completion, but you know they won't stop from there.

There are still more to learn.

"It's the last specimen for tonight, my dear. We could take a bath together, then I'll take you to dinner. How does that sound?" They rubbed your back, their warm hands ghosting over the gooseflesh of your skin. 

It wasn't just a specimen, Hange. It was once human, you wanted to scream.

You both had to get up from the forest ground soon before insects came crawling at your bodies. It crossed your mind to drop everything and run, lock yourself somewhere, or go to the farthest city where Hange couldn't find you. You admitted your stupidity every time you saw a stray dried blood on your body even after you tried to scrub everything off. 

But you let your love win, you let them have their way and return your help by showering you with affectionate words and mounds of gifts. This is what you're exchanging your sanity for. 

Tonight was no different as Hange gently pulled you from the ground, almost carrying you back to their car because of how pale and shaken you were. 

Hange drove you home in silence, sometimes they would hum softly, looking at you and back on the road, acting as though this night was a usual Friday evening.  They did as promised, taking you to a warm bath, as they gently scrubbed the blood and dirt from you. 

“No more hunting specimens for the week, alright? What happened must have shaken you and I'm sorry...” They sounded apologetic this time but yet again, they always do, don't they?

Anyone who would look at Hange's heart and mind will know how much they love and value you over everything. Of how much they trust themself to you and how they feel safe in your hands. But they couldn't help their inclination to sinister experiments as all their thoughts would haunt them if ignored. All these thoughts cloud Hange's mind and override their empathy for their specimens, and sometimes even for you.

The next time, they tried to leave you out of it, concerned that you would get upset again. They let you sleep peacefully that night and kissed your forehead before leaving silently, careful not to wake you up. 

It was a rough night, and the specimen didn't hold back from making the night more difficult for Hange. Your absence brought them more misery. With no one to help them and control their temper, they gained a few injuries and scratches until the specimen was subdued. They buried it in silence, almost lightheaded from the struggle and blood dripping down their arm. 

They missed you. You and your temperate heart.

Hange managed to reach outside your door before slumping down the welcome rug. They fished out their phone and called you. When you picked up your phone in the middle of the night and heard their voice, you knew that something had gone wrong. They shrugged it off as a minor injury, just a little scratch, but as you cleaned all the blood and mud caked on their body, their condition only seemed to get worse. The tub was turning into a dark, murky pink. 

You bandaged and held them that night, wishing you were there to help back then despite your wishes. Knowing that Hange tried to keep you from their experiment so you wouldn't be upset only filled you with guilt. It was a foolish, tainted love and it hurts you at the same time it fills you with warmth. 

Conflicting, you would call it. 

It was a feeling brought out by the intensity of your love for them, and at the same time, your dislike for what you can do because of it. It wasn't a perfect love, you never wished it to be but it would've been better if you could keep your sanity throughout. Or perhaps lose your mind if that's the only way you would understand your lover. 

Your eyes shut close as you allow your thoughts to get absorbed into oblivion. Your arms couldn't pull away from them, they look so peaceful beneath your touch. This is the body and mind you learned to love despite everything. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as you held them tighter, thinking that you'd eventually get used to it. 

And you did. 

You persisted with a corrupted and bruised sanity, becoming their right hand in all their works. Their love and affection blinded you and upturned the morality you have left. Hands gloved with blood, skin forever crimsoned, you accepted each of their appreciative kisses, each thoughtful gift, and each warm hug on cold nights you were holding tears. You began to forget your heart and bore theirs as your own. Sometimes your reflection makes you jump, and the tap water never turns clear and always seems to bleed. Even the shower you both shared is stained with crimson. Your mind wanted to rip itself apart but your heart screamed to never falter. 

I’m grateful, my sweet, they would whisper, their body huddled to yours and for a moment, their sweet voice terrified you. You’re getting used to it now, don’t you?

[sukimas]

hey hot tip if you come into my DMs saying this sort of thing:

it starts a countdown timer before you get blocked at about 30 minutes. the only way to avoid this countdown timer is to either change your stance or accept that your stance is not canon but it still makes you uncomfortable to think about youkai eating people so you're going to ignore that for your own sanity.

conversation that followed was entirely major text misreadings and giving a WHOLE lot of charity to certain things while none to others. if you take miyoi's "youkai don't eat humans" at face value, you should probably take all the youkai talking about how they eat humans at face value, too. especially when miyoi is a known liar.

[colesabi]

Under The Skin

Summary: Months after the events of Valdelobos, Spain, a lingering unease begins to surface.

Warnings: PTSD, Angst, Hallucinations, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Panic Attacks, Trauma, Blood, Mild Gore, Hurt no Comfort, Mild Body Horror, Mention of Guns

Word Count: 2.3k

The last month was hell.

Leon had returned back to the states with the president’s daughter safe and sound only to be rushed through a shoddy medical exam that did nothing but ignore his worn and torn body and even more fragile psyche.

Then came the interrogation and quarantine, which not surprisingly, was far more thorough than any checkup. 30 days were spent reliving events he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy and his downtime was spent in a 6 by 8 foot cell he’d started jokingly referring to “the cage”.

He had counted each day as it passed, hoping a new dawn would give promise that he wouldn’t have to answer the same damn questions over and over again.

If they were hoping to whittle down his sanity, it was working.

Leon knew what they were after. They wanted as much information as they could get on Las Plagas, the retched parasitic virus that threatened to puppeteer his body in service of a fanatic cult. He could see the implications of such a weapon and unfortunately knew it would be of high value. To both ally and enemy alike.

After they had drained him intel, and, to a certain extent, confirmed he was no longer a threat, he was finally granted release. Of course, there were conditions. One of them being homework. Like some cruel joke, he was tasked with drafting a report of everything he had just relayed over the past month.

Didn’t they have analysts for this?

Another 6 days were spent compounding intel in what would soon be known as the “Kennedy Report”. Leon cringed when he was told what they planned to name it.

The thought of his namesake being connected to a dossier full of abject horror was not something he had ever wished for himself.

His fingertips ran across the cover of the folio on the desk, tracing the bold lettering before he diverted his attention. He took a quick glance at the clock, bright red numbers glared back at him.

10:36PM

Raising his head, he scanned the room. Two other agents who had been talking in a back corner not that long ago had disappeared and he found himself alone. He heard the soft click of fluorescent lights shutting off in a neighboring room, taking the cue that it was time to leave.

Leon sighed as he pushed up from the chair, the slight tremble of fingers scarcely registering in his brain as he headed towards the door.

He left the heap of paperwork on the desk. He’d deal with it tomorrow.

—-

He entered his apartment, sparse furnishings barely lit from the street lights streaming through the windows. Leon didn’t bother with the light switch, instead narrowing his eyes as he adjusted to the darkness.

Tossing his keys on a nearby table, he made his way towards the kitchen, pulling the refrigerator door open and scanning the dwindling supply. He jutted his lip out, taking a mental note to go grocery shopping as he grabbed a container and examined its contents, quickly returning it back before shutting the door closed again.

He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Leon sighed as he moved towards the back of the apartment, making his way to the bedroom. He shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it on a chair as he kicked off his shoes, a yawn unexpectedly pulling from his lips.

He had never been much of a healthy sleeper and ever since he had returned from Valdelobos, restful sleep had been few and far between. But even he had to admit he was worn out, exhaustion evident in the droop of his muscles as he slumped past the doorframe.

In a split second decision, he decided not to bother changing. Instead crawling into bed in his jeans and shirt as his head hit the pillow with a heavy thud.

A deep sleep consumed him within minutes.

—-

How foolish it is of you to think you could escape your fate. The holy body is not as easily discarded, nor can it be purged in such sacrilegious fashion. Why must you continue to deny serenity?

Give in. Accept the divine providence and you shall be whole.

Leon bolted upright with a gasp, faint hysterics tearing from the back of his throat.

Chills shot down his spine, a skin crawling sensation prickling the nerves. He instinctively reached for the bedside lamp, turning it on as light flooded the room and he swore he saw a familiar silhouette flash out of the corner of his eye. Beaded sweat accumulated on his brow, tangling in his blonde hair, matted bangs clinging to the temple.

Breath staccato and rapid, he brought a shaky palm up to his chest. His fingers firmly pressed between his pectoral muscle and sternum and it took him a few seconds to register that his shirt was missing.

Where the fuck was his shirt?

He scanned his surroundings, eyes making out the charcoal fabric haphazardly tossed on the ground. Leon scrunched up his face. Had he removed it in his sleep? He didn’t remember.

A throbbing headache had decided to join the party, aura spots blooming in his left eye as his chest continued to tighten. He squeezed his eyes shut, drawing a deep inhale as a numbness began to spread across his limbs.

The night sweats, the terrors. The subtle panic bubbling within his ribcage, increasing until it was desperate to claw its way out. Leon was all too familiar with the feeling.

Yet he hadn’t experienced this in a while. The last time was shortly after Raccoon City, and even then, he had something to distract him.

There was no punishing training sessions or near constant missions to pull his attention this time.

He was stuck.

Leon tried to steady himself, attempted to work through a breathing exercise Hunnigan had once talked him through in the midst of a much milder attack but it only made him feel worse.

“They should have offered therapy between close quarters combat and solitary confinement…” he muttered as he felt the sharp throng of a heartbeat jump in his chest.

Pressure built in his throat, threatening to cut off air supply before he snapped, throwing the covers off his lower body and jolting out of bed. He paced, an idle hand running through his sweat dampened hair as he tried desperately to calm down.

“The parasite is gone, you are fine.” He repeated over and over, like a mantra.

It did little to soothe him as he felt something crawl beneath the skin of his forearm.

Leon looked down, eyes wide as he watched faint black veining unfurl beneath the flesh. The outline of a multi-armed creature squirmed just under to skin, pinprick appendages digging into the muscle.

“No, no, no, no-“ he breathed, panicked.

He lunged towards his right, hand frantically grasping the knife sitting atop the nearby dresser. He unsheathed it and brought the blade towards the intruder, digging in unceremoniously as flesh sliced clean open and an inky ooze began to drain.

It pooled in a coagulated mess and dripped down the arm, collecting on the carpet. The heinous fluid threw his mind into disarray as he flashed back to the water room in that damned castle, the fountains overflowing with black, brackish filth. His throat began to close as he remembered the feeling of the air. Pungent and suffocating, like liquid rot.

A sizzling sound pulled him from his wandering thoughts and he glanced down, his face blanching. The metal of the blade had begun to blister, the viscid substance causing it to bubble and corrode. He dropped the knife suddenly, taking a step back.

The rush of overwhelming sensations triggered a vertigo episode and he dropped to the ground, landing on his knee. He choked back a strained cry, the kneecap still tender from a previous entanglement with a metal chain and Leon hoped he would drop dead right there but something shifted.

He hadn’t considered pain to be a godsend before but it provided enough of a distraction to pull him from his panic attack. It was laughable how his chest instantly loosened and he was finally able to slowly breathe in and out without constraint.

A clearer head didn’t calm his fretting but he had to admit it was far preferable to the heart-stopping crush in his chest. He shifted his weight, shaky limbs collapsing his body back against the wall as he tried to recover.

Leon always assumed there was a tracker somewhere beneath his skin, embedded deep within muscle and fascia that not only pinned his location but probably monitored his vitals too. He wondered if someone somewhere just got one hell of a reading.

Numbness that once swarmed his nerves had begun to recede as he flexed his fingers against the carpet. He wasn’t sure how long it would last so he figured now was as good a time as any to assess the damage. Leon lifted his arm, eyes trained on the self-inflicted wound as he traced a finger over the jagged cut.

He hadn’t been imagining it. A thick black substance continued to weep from the laceration, an intricate web of dark veining spreading up the limb. Leon glanced at the opposite arm and paled, confirming what he had feared.

The parasite had never left. He was still infected and it wasn’t letting go.

Minus the panic attack, he felt relatively okay which startled him. Had he somehow subconsciously accepted the gift? He shuddered at the thought.

Leon shifted on his hip as he leaned over, pulling a 9mm handgun from the nightstand drawer, a modified Blacktail.

His fingers curved over the muzzle of the barrel, twisting off the flash hider and tossing it aside. Like a practiced routine, he pulled the clip and checked the ammo, setting it back in place before racking the slide. The ritual calmed him, allowing the rational side of his brain to take control. He knew what he needed to do.

Its not that he hadn’t thought about it before. He had. Numerous times. He just wasn’t expecting this one.

At least he had a good run. No- scratch that, he didn’t enjoy the ride. He just hoped hell would be a bit more forgiving.

Something foreign and hungry clawed at his spine and he tampered down a grunt, gripping the handle tighter. He could feel his resolve slipping, his body relinquishing control to a higher being but the pull did make him ponder.

Was his body ever really his? Perhaps on September 29, 1998 but since then? He wasn’t so sure.

He wasn’t even treated like a human being anymore. Just a weapon to use and abuse. By Ada, by the government, hell, even by a damn cult in the middle of nowhere. The closest thing he had as an ally was basically his handler and even he knew she was just doing a job.

Leon white knuckled the handgun, bringing it up to press cool metal against his temple.

He briefly wondered how long it would take them to notice. If he was right about the tracker, would they dispatch someone immediately or would they leave him to rot?

Leon didn’t have to dwell on the what ifs for long before the silence was cut by a vibrating pulse. He deeply exhaled, closing his eyes as he dropped the muzzle down, ignoring the disruption as it continued to drone.

One. Two. Three. The room fell into silence once more. His arm moved to rise again.

He groaned when the sound returned, shifting from where he was on the floor to grab the phone from the nightstand. Flipping it open, he brought the device to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Leon?” a woman’s voice echoed on the other line, Hunnigan. “Sorry to wake you but your presence is needed at Langley immediately. Can’t go into details here but they will debrief you once you get there.”

Leon stifled a laugh, rolling his eyes as he pressed the back of his skull against the drywall. Bastards truly are keeping tabs.

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded, his tone shifting from its earlier dullness, “I’ll be there in 40.”

He flipped the phone shut, glancing down briefly at the weapon still tight in the grip of his opposite hand. Leon set his jaw, flexing his wrist as he shifted, a sharp pain pulling his attention and his gaze drifted to his forearm.

The black, viscid sludge that he was certain had been there before was now an oxidized crimson, dried blood caked to the skin. There was also a distinct lack of dark veining. He swallowed hard, taken aback by the scene.

Had he hallucinated it all? Was his mind playing some cruel prank? He unfortunately didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Leon shook his head, moving to rise as he tucked the gun away in the waistband of his jeans and walked towards the dresser. In a haste, he threw on a clean shirt before slipping a leather holster over his shoulders.

As a means to assure himself, he checked the gun’s ammo again, quickly holstering it once satisfied before his gaze fell on the knife lying on the ground. He leaned down to pick it up, examining it closely.

There was no corrosion, no bubbled texture, just smooth metal, well, minus the marred blood. He ran a fingertip down the blade, an instinctual act he hoped would confirm what he was seeing. It glided smoothly, caked blood flaking off the steel as he shifted the handle in his grip and sheathed it at his shoulder.

He took a quick moment to center himself before heading towards the door, catching his reflection in a mirror on his way out. Leon stilled. In the dim light blue eyes stared back at him, hollow and weary, and he wondered how long they had looked that way.

A vibration buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. There was no time for contemplation. He was needed elsewhere.

[grimaussiewitch]

100 warlock patron pack ideas: part 10

91: Over the years of adventuring and stealing treasures, you finally decide to settle down. One minute into retirement and four of your treasures on display shake and rumble. Four bright lights appear along with four different genies. Earth, Air, Fire and Water. They are impressed that you were able to steal but they want freedom. Choose one to become a warlock for and help the other three be set free or become patrons of other powerful adventures.

92: There’s a story that during a war an ancient dragon was killed in their nest in a deep, deep cave. Your adventuring party decided to see if this story was true or not. Many twists and turns later and you find it’s den! Treasure and gold still makes up a small pile. The party dived in, grabbing what their pockets could carry. But, there was something off. The air smelt rotten. Greed blinded your teammates or they actively chose to ignore the smell. You didn’t feel right. Suddenly, a giant dragon skull slowly rise from the pile. The dragon is now undead and your party soon to be dead. After a mighty fight, you remain as the last survivor of your group. The dragon stills. You stay frozen. Waiting for it’s next strike. The dragon slowly moved its head towards you. No open mouth. Just watching. You hear a voice in your mind, the dragon is making a deal. For you to leave alive, you must help the dragon return to life. Become its warlock to live. Bring the dragon back to life and the pack ends. Make your choice.

93: Shadows are strange. You can manipulate their shape to create pictures. As a child you would make shadow puppet shows for your family. You still do sometimes as an adult. The dull lifestyle of working in a shop everyday bores you. The same routine everyday. Sometimes you get so bored in this empty shop you will make shadow puppets to keep you entertained. You value your sanity and this job is so draining. One day, you caught a shadow moving. A bunny, then a dog, a sword and more random objects. You look around to see what’s causing this. No one is in the shop, no customers and your coworker left early. You think you are seeing things. But eh, beats this job. You start communicating back through shadow puppets. The moving shadows love that. Through a weird and lovely chit chat, the shadows make a hand and you shake it with your own shadow’s hand. It actually felt like something was solid. Congrats! This eldritch shadow is now your patron! Quit your job and become its warlock.

94: A future version of yourself contacts you in your sleep. They have reached litch-hood and wish to pass this onto as many versions of themselves from different timelines. You were but a poor farmer before being dragged into this mess. It was either become a warlock or die. Now that you have a pack with a litch version of yourself, you would hope they could tell you the future. Especially when your party is in dire means. Nah. Just don’t die and maybe you’ll get a level up.

95: Growing up in a stone tower with just your parent was quite a lonely childhood. I mean, they loved you very much but you always dreamed of exploring beyond the tower’s walls. You were told that your birth parents were very greedy farmers. Your parent is a powerful sorcerer who happened to stumble upon them while travelling the country side. They saw how the farmer couple was struggling and wanted to help. A magic user helping their crops! That will bring them money! Your parent made the plants stronger and healthier. On the last day your parent was saying goodbye and wasn’t expecting any money. The hospitality was enough. Well your birth parents pushed you into your parent’s arm claiming that can be their award for making the farmers rich. Your parent tried to refuse but figured that these farmers would be terrible parents. After years of being in this tower on your 18th birthday your sorcerer parent gave you a gift. Well, more of a deal. The contract is that you can explore the world as long as you make a pact with them. You get some of their powers to help guide you on your journey and a necklace that will always lead them back to you. They’re still a bit protective of you but at you can explore the world! You just need an adventuring party or else you will be killed by the wild.

96: Go into a museum and steal a bunch of stuff they say. It’ll be fine they say. You fellow thieves steal gold and you have to steal a sword in cased in a glass box. Some one sends off alarm and your roguish group have to run for your life. Everyone got good stuff and all you could grab is this weird ass sword. Inspecting would take all night so you decide to have a break and nap. Well one weird blood pact dream later and you wake up in the blood of your teammates and the sword glowing red. Time to grab as much gold as you can and run! With the sword a course.

97: Falling asleep caused you your doom. A powerful dream creature invaded your mind as you slept. You were stuck inside of a strange dreamscape with them for a long while. They want to be your best friend! You have to! It’s all strange and weird and all you want is to leave. Be in the real world. Eat real food talk to real people experience actual pain that doesn’t magically go away. The creature would not let you go. Fine, you will just simply not talk to them. No acknowledgment, just ignore and move on to face whatever madness there is. The dream creature was getting fed up. It gave you an ultimatum, you can wake up but become its warlock or stay in this dream world for as long as it wants. It was always a trap. There’s not point sleeping forever so you shake on it’s deal. Now you’re back in the real world with a little bit of warlock powers. You dread falling asleep.

98: There’s an old rumour that an ancient and powerful genie is trapped inside of a lamp. The location is said to be located in one of the towns elemental pray sites. You decided to see if this story is true. Plus you’ll get some sweet wishes out of this. Exploring one of the four temples took quite some time before finding the lamp. It didn’t take much to summon the genie. They tell you that they were an old ruler of a distance land cursed by a god. They want freedom so you’ll have to do. Break their curse and the genie will grant you immense powers. You’ll get a taste of it as a warlock. Take the deal.

99: What’s more terrifying, powerful unicorns or horse girls? Born and raised on a ranch, your family train horses and have for generations. You’re the eldest child and are expected to inherit the ranch, keep the business afloat, get married and have children with a rival business. All in the next few years. You are starting to dread this each day that gets closer. One day, you notice that one of your siblings is missing at the dinner table. Nobody has noticed that one of your sisters has gone missing. No matter how many times you yell your concerns, nobody listens. They just dismiss it off, tell you she’ll come back probably from the stables and to focus on work. Deciding to ignore their bull crap, you head off to find your sister. She’s a big horse girl so she’s either in the stables or the forest. Check the stables. Nothing. Check the forest. Few weeks into searching and you find her riding a unicorn. She’s looks so magically enchanted to this unicorn, a happy but dangerous daze. You don’t know if she’s physically okay. The unicorn stops right in front of you and you suddenly hears it’s voice. Your sister had foolishly wondered too close to the forest boarders and now magically charmed into wanting to be friends with the unicorn. A course being mortal, she will not survive. You know that. You demand for it to let her go. What would a unicorn want with a child. The unicorn ponders for a moment and said they will only agree if you become their warlock. Why would a dumb horse need a warlock for and why goes as far as stealing your sister? Either you sister goes freely or stays to die. Hey, if you really think about it, you won’t have to run the family business and continue the cycle. And your sister gets to leave with her life. Not all unicorns are nice. And you haven’t rode a horse since so that’s not nice either.

100: Your patron is all knowing. They know everything and everyone. You believe that they might of created this world. Created you and your friends. You tell your party this and no one believes you. A course you get asked when did you make such a pack. You think long and hard. Day 1 of adventuring. The day you met your party the pact was made. Skeptical they asked what’s your patron’s name. You smile. “The Dungeon Master

[ryan--sky]

Star Nerds Incorrect Quotes

Most of the quotes come from Perchance Incorrect Quotes Generator.

Ford : Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos–

Doctor : I wrote you a poem.

Ford, already crying: You did ?

Doctor : When I met Stanford, he threatened me with a gun. When I met Stanley, he threatened me with a baseball bat. So, naturally, I assumed that Stanley was the responsible one.

*We see Stan in the background teaching Dipper and Mabel to shoot with a gun*

Doctor : I was wrong.

*Ford joins them with a sci-fi gun and makes a bush explode*

Doctor : There is no responsible one.

Ford : You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

Ford : Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Doctor !

Doctor : You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Ford : I’m this close to falling in love with the Doctor.

Stan : Your fingertips are touching.

Ford : Exactly.

Stan : Ford–

Ford, crying : The Doctor used to call me Ford.

Stan : Because it’s your fucking name !

Mabel, hugging Ford : Grunkle Stan, I told you, HE IS SENSITIVE !

Ford : Ah shit, I forgot.

Doctor : Forgot what ?

Ford : How do you expect me to answer that ?

Doctor : Ford, you love me, right ?

Ford : Usually I'd say yes without question but I'm worried about where this is going.

Doctor : What's gone wrong, Stan ?

Stan : Hey ! Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

Doctor : That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling ?

Stan : Well... There’s a crisis.

Stan : How does the Doctor usually get out of these messes ?

Ford : He doesn’t. He just makes a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

Ford : My only talent is being stress.

Doctor : Don't you mean stressed?

Ford : No.

Ford : The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Doctor : Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you, it'd ruin the mystery.

Ford, proudly: I slept.

Doctor : Is that so much of a rare thing that you have to say it?

Doctor : Ford is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Ford : Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Ford : Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Doctor : I hate you.

Ford : Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Ford : Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Stan : You're a lying piece of shit !

Doctor : Oh yeah ? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD !

Ford : I'm leaving and I'm taking the TARDIS with me !

Mabel, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Mabel : You’re like a thousand years old.

Ford : I'm sixty two !

Mabel : And your boyfriend is like two thousand years old.

Doctor : I’m… Wait, hold up. That’s fair.

Ford : What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Stan : What did you just say-

Ford : Foetons! *Laughs*

Stan : Wh-what?

Doctor : *Laughs from afar*

Ford : You're ignoring all your problems.

Doctor : I know.

Ford : You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism ?

Doctor : I'm ignoring that fact as well.

Ford :

Ford : I'm going to fight the next person who insults the Doctor.

Doctor : I hate myself.

Ford : Alright, square up.

Ford : "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

Doctor: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Ford: Cenotaph.

Doctor: What ?

Ford: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Doctor: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Ford: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Doctor: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Ford: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Doctor: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Ford: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #11: act 6 p2

aranea first appearance!!! shes so beautifullll hi girl

okay so i think i misremembered this specific comversation. in a previous conversation with roxy, roxy accidentally IMPLIED that jane might have feelings for him. but then jake was like yeah i already know that she has a thing for me but then since he knows roxy isnt supposed to talk about it he agrees to drop it. then here he is like hey jane do you like me? be honest. just come out and say it. do you? and she is like clearly not ready to be honest yet so shes like uh no i dont

so then hes like oh you dont well thats crazy i thought you did. but then hes like . are you sure? and she is like... haha i guess not... GAHHH THIS IS SO PAINFUL TO READ. but the problem im finding is that i feel like jake is in the wrong here but like i dont know i might do the same thing. if i suspected someone liked me and then got soft confirmation from their best friend i might also approach the situation by asking for confirmation rather than being like I KNOW YOU LIKE ME. but maybe the real thing i would do is wait for them to tell me... i honestly dont know what the right answer is... like what was his best option here because what he did felt so wrong. and jane. poor jane. she is suffering with the weight of liking this FREAK . its just hard cause i wanted her to be honest but i also get why she wasnt

i dont even want to show this next part but jake after this is telling jane about how he thinks dirk wants to date him (which he does) and jane is just. suffering . but she keeps telling him to like go for it? like why are you sabotaging yourself like this?? i get shes trying to be a good friend but like at what cost girl your sanity?? and how is he this socially unaware when he has proven that he can pick up on the hints that jane liked him even BEFORE roxy accidentally implied it?? but now he cant tell that jane is OBVIOUSLY not happy with the situation. i actually cant tell if hes being a cruel person and deliberately ignoring her feelings or if hes just suddenly unable to pick up on her feelings. i GUESS in his defense there has been this ongoing theme of his friends saying that he has a tendency to believe people at face value and believe IN people. get it. because hope. but that is dumb and in my opinion a weak defense

to be fair. he is glasses

what heaven looks like (without the dead cat)

AHHHHH JUMPSCARE

god damn you. tumut

this is really cool

me every time i get mad and my friends call me delusional

this section of dirk giving jake the Lore is cool. look at alpha dave he is so awesome

holy balls look at rose too

HELL YEAH

Sadge

DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT JANE HAS A THING FOR YOU....... WHAT IS HAPPENING

hee hee look at lil seb

this baller ass panel. hes so cool he has a fucking SWORD

look at him go!!!!

AHHH I LOVE THIS PANEL EVERYONE IS SO SILLY!!!!!!

me when im the dumbest boy in paradox space

wait this makes sense to me. the seer of mind can see brain ghost dirk. that is so cool

I AM CRESTFALLEN. (also jane and roxy just died so that is very sad too. but they have dreamselves.) shit is kind of hitting the fan when all the alpha kids are trying to enter. also calliope just got name and appearance revealed so... hey

this is funny

HUHHHHH

ok so i watched s dirk synhcronize. really good flash! some things i noticed. 1. there is that tumblr post that is like dirk just high fives meenah without even knowing who she is or what a troll is. that is wrong he DOES know what a troll is and had already briefly met her like right before the high five happened . 2 its crazy that he has no fear or hesitation when he puts his own head in the transportalizer. like bro really just was willing to kill himself for his friends. i know that he lives bc of his dreamself but still to have ZERO hesitation shows how much he loves them all. 3 in the beginning of homestuck john needed a sledge hammer to open his cruxtruder and throughout the comic most of the characters have needed to drop something heavy on the lid to pop it open but dirk just fucking kicks it open with little effort . actual baller

based hal

this goofy ass scene look at roxys face its so me

fuuuuuck i just watched caliborn enter... lord english destroyed the dream bubble with the john who died and a couple dead daves... (and a bunch of alternate trolls) man i fucking HATE that guy....

shes real or somefin

dude. not cool

i fuckin love his hashtags

LOOK AT THEM

gender envy

im out of image space but ........ to be continued. this is definitely... like... i feel like after cascade the comic came to an abrupt stop. and it is taking a while for things to get going again. maybe once they arrive at the new session

[adddramabutton]

The truth is that I am not a progressive at all. I am the traditionalist of traditionalists. It is not the image of a bright future that guides me, but rather the singing of bones from the ancient past, buried in the ground. Anthropology, archaeology, and mythology form my values.

If evidence were found of trans people being respected in Minoan civilization, that would be all the argument I need. If there were a mention of abortion being administered in the Old Testament, that would be all the reason I require.

The Earth is old, very old. It has seen it all. Polyamorous families of hunter-gatherers and pagan Bacchanalia, Greek lovers betrothed by the rage of the battlefield, and huntresses piercing the mammoth's heart in the final strike. The chorus of believers calling to the goddesses of fear and wisdom, and the blinding fires of the inquisition.

There is a habit of seeing ancient cultures as underdeveloped and ignorant. To those who believe this, spend a week in a forest. Sit by the sea in a storm. Learn the voices of herbs and the habits of birds. Build a system of knowledge and memory necessary to survive. And the net of faith and relationships to keep your sanity intact when the sky falls down on you. The older cultures that had to understand the multiplicity and unpredictability of existence, to adapt to it, and even manage to have fun - this is where our power comes from. This is tradition.

Crying about how things were not as they were 100-50-20 years ago is a banal weakness of imagination.

[mckinlily]

WIP/Kill your darlings time

Working on the foster care au again, and I've come to the sad conclusion that this scene probably just breaks up the flow too much. But I still really like it, so enjoy some domestic foster siblings:

Shiro returned home a few hours later. He retrieved Hunk and Lance from the basement--

(“Did you get lost? Did you get held captive by a ghost? Seriously, please do not to piss off the dead, we have enough issues without the paranormal.”)

dragged Keith in from the fire escape--

(“What were you even doing out there?!”)

and took away an illicit chemistry set from Pidge--

(“But, Shiro! I need to prove the basement isn’t haunted!”

“Not by bringing toxic chemicals in here, you’re not.”).

He also brought home three boxes of cheap, greasy pizza. They sat in a circle on the living room floor, eating straight from the box, the air filled with snickers and well-meaning bickering. Once the last slice was fought over and consumed (won by Pidge in a complicated and violent game of rock-paper-scissors), Shiro picked up the empty pizza boxes, grabbed his keys, and turned to Allura.

“You good to go home?”

For a moment, Allura had forgotten the apartment wasn’t home. It was tiny and cramped and excessively loud. But it also felt alive. Alive in a way she could now admit she hadn’t felt in a long time.

It wasn’t hers though. And Keith was giving her a look that suggested she was reaching the end of her welcome.

Besides, she was looking forward to a shower and wearing her own clothes. So she collected her things and waved goodbye to Keith and Lance, who were wrestling over use of the “good controller” and Pidge and Hunk, who were slyly (Hunk) and maliciously (Pidge) egging them on.

“Please don’t kill anything,” said Shiro in a long-suffering voice that was largely ignored. He shook his head and guided Allura out, locking the door behind them.

"You're joking about that, right?"

"Hm?"

"You don't think they'll actually kill anything."

Shiro's eyes took on a thousand yard stare. "Yeah," he said, voice bland and entirely unconvincing. "Sure. Let's go with that."

Allura chose to take that at face value. For her own sanity.