#it does not come naturally it is a hard-earned ability

[captain-lonagan]

for a witch of the world's heart, ame is remarkably bad at getting along with people. like holy fuck. every conversation that isn't an expedited "oh i say X" with nameless crowds of NPCs just crashes and burns. someone get me that suvi quote with "you still can't get that smartass tone out of your mouth whenever you talk about wizards". i feel like every conversation she's had with someone from the citadel has gone "I think every part of your worldview is incorrect compared to mine" and then when that fails the conversation is still going she's like "How's your relationship with your parents?" which is like. jesus christ lady. lets reel it in for 5 whole seconds. also i'll fuckin say it, asking the horses "which of you wants to die" was fucked up.

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Time Off-DCxDP prompt

Getting Phantom to comply with anything is hard enough. He does his own thing more of the time. He is constantly shifted from team to team as a sort of contracted hero. He goes where he is needed.

So far they have learned a lot about his kind. Ghost were hard to pin down due to how different they behaved. One important thing they have learn is Ghosts have their own rules and one big rule is never skipping out on the holidays. They celebrate every holiday they can from Halloween, Christmas, to New years. They like these days. Other holidays like Independence Day depend on the ghost. But Phantom made it clear that they have their own holidays that were very important. If those days came up he had to adhere to them.

"A meeting. I can't go. Not next Saturday. It's the Veil's Thinning." Phantom said "It's the biggest part of the year."

The Thinning was the day the barrier between realms weakens and allows natural portals to form. It is the one day that they are given free rein to roam. They can visit family or finish their business. They even leave gifts or messages for the living.

"You can't come because of a party? Phantom this is serious business." Natman sighed.

"I am being serious. Your parents visit you every year for the Thinning and you can't even appreciate it. The least you could do is respect our traditions and leave an offering for them this year." Phantom pouted as he jetted off

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"I need a date to the Haunter's Ball. Or else Clock's gonna choose someone for me." Danny sighed flopping on the couch.

The Titans all glanced at one another to see who was going to try to claim the title first.

Phantom took the silence as a no.

"The ball is sort of like a fea party. Friendly hauntings, playing tricks on mortals, and attend a grand feast where we eat enchanted food. You have to dress in costume though. It also happens to fall on my death day so its a big deal if I don't go."

He conveniently left out that part that mortals who dare attend may earn favor with the Ancients—or become the subject of ghostly pranks.

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Not every holiday is a celebration.

One day in particular was The Silence. A day of absolute stillness, observed once per year. On that day, all spirits cease their movement. It is a sacred time of contemplation, where ghosts meditate on their past lives and what lies beyond their new form.

Phantom took it very seriously. He sent it meditating in the Watchtower. J'onn joined him in silent contemplation. It's an emotional holiday.

It doesn't compare to the holiday that has no set date. The Unfinished Mourning. when a great tragedy befalls a world a large number of souls enter the realm on their way to the other side. Some stay, but most don't. Their deaths are often sudden and unfair. Ghosts of the recently departed come together to grieve alongside the living. Those who participate earn a brief moment of clarity, where they may remember their lives and speak their final thoughts before they depart to their afterlife fully.

Phantom isn't seen during this time. He is busy laying souls to rest and performing last rights. He knows the names of the dead and marks them all down so that they are buried properly. He tells families, the survivors of their loved ones' fate. He gives them final goodbyes. He takes the blame of angry citizens who tell him it's his fault. He is demonized most in these moments as a harbinger of death. He can not control what he is and knows his role is important. For the living and the dead.

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On a very special night Phantom invites everyone to his favorite holiday. It was created for him after all. Clockwork named it thousands of years ago when Phantom accidentally created it. Long story.

The Night of Unanswered Whispers. A rare celestial event when the stars align in a specific pattern. Ghosts gain the ability to be heard clearly by the living but only in riddles and cryptic phrases. Many spirits use this opportunity to pass on secrets, hidden knowledge, or warnings. Scholars and mystics would spend the night deciphering ghostly murmurs in hopes of uncovering forgotten lore.

Ot was like a giant puzzle to solve as everyone could write down their messages and try to solve them. The Bat family members liked it as much as Danny did. Diana and Hal just liked the atmosphere. It was a nice moonlit picnic under the stars with wisps providing light.

(That's the end for now. I have 10 more holidays in mind.)

[iheartlargepatheticmen]

Husband Price is sad. The military fucked him over. No comfort, just angst. Sorry gang

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You don't tie your shoelaces right.

The knots are crooked. One shoe is laced up a little wonkily. Not that you notice.

Price noticed, but he's not going to tell you. He can't stop looking, though. He's trying not to let it get to him, but it's one of his bad days.

He joined the military as a directionless seventeen year old. There was no real weight to the decision when he enlisted. He was just sick of filling out job applications.

And that's when his life started. That's what he always said. Johnathan Price's life started on the first day of basic training. In the past, he said it with a tone of pride

Now, it settles in the back of his mind. A sickening pit weighing behind his eyes.

Lacking a sense of self upon retirement was normal. He was in therapy for that. He was working on a renovation project in your home, a suggestion from his therapist to give him something to do with his hands. But as soon as work finished for the day, John felt hollow again.

His therapist said he was healing. But that didn't make sense to John. the effects of his service were the metaphorical wound, but wounds were isolated. A specific area that has been damaged in a specific way. But that's not what it felt like.

The effects of his job were ingrained into every part of his body. Ground into every pore, every string of connective tissue in his body. There was nothing about him, body or mind that wasn't connected to it.

Like the shoelaces.

A normal husband wouldn't even notice how his spouse ties their shoes.

A normal husband's mind doesn't jump to yearly presentations about mangled feet and ankles, to the list of complications that could spring from improperly laced boots.

A normal husband doesn't instinctually open his mouth to bark an order to tie them right.

A normal husband doesn't have to catch himself and hurriedly clamp his mouth shut before he does.

You and price were going out. A Saturday morning farmer's market. Something to get you out of the house together. He felt a wave of guilt.

This was going to be a sweet moment. He was supposed to enjoy it. To be present, with you. But his mind was elsewhere, consumed.

He marches. No. Walks alongside you, gets in the car, starts it, and drives on autopilot. His mind elsewhere.

God. The military affected him even now. The ability to march along, drive, and even make small talk whilst his mind was wrapped six layers deep. Unawares of his real surroundings was a hard earned skill. What did his therapist call it?

Disassociation. Right. Lots of soldiers do it.

You're talking. He's forcing himself to listen. He hums and responds to your small talk. Something about planting pepper bushes. Sure, love. He'll get on that.

You laugh, the unexpected reaction pulls him out of his mind. He glances over at you, confused, before fixing his eyes back on the road.

"What's so funny?"

You giggle, and he could feel your gaze on him

"You have this silly way of talking. You start a sentence practically shouting and quiet down to a normal volume as you talk. It's just a little funny."

Price furrowed his brow. His mind turned inside out again.

He was aware of that. Nobody had ever commented, though. Not even his nitpicky therapist.

He naturally spoke loudly. yet another example of his old job snaking into every part of his life.

For most of his life, he had to shout, loud and clear, to be heard. Whether it be to be heard over the roar of helicopter blades, to come through clearly through radio, or to be heard by his coworkers, whose hearing had degraded over years in the field.

But it's been two years since he's been in the field. He's been living in a quiet neighborhood. The loudest thing he encounters on a daily basis is a barking dog down the street. There's nothing to dampen his speaking voice now.

"John?"

His eyes snap up. He hadn't responded. Whoops.

"Sorry, love. 'Didn't notice I do that. I'll quiet down."

You say something else, maybe telling him it's okay. Maybe telling him you think it's cute. But he's consumed again.

John feels selfish.

He takes a smooth, controlled turn, forcing his face to relax. The GPS says ten minutes until he reaches the farmers market.

It's selfish of him to stay married to you. John didn't know how to be a man. Let alone a husband. He didn't know how to have a friend. Let alone a lover.

If he catches you doing something risky, the protective fear that shoots through him makes it impossible to dampen the urge to shout. He hates that. He hates that his first reaction to anxiety, to fear for your safety, is to bark an order at you. Like a soldier.

He coveted you softness. Your lack of involvement in the military. He hated that he couldn't be soft, too. He wanted to chastise you softly for accidentally pointing his nailgun at your feet. He wanted to laugh and coo at you to get down when he caught you climbing on an old chair to reach a shelf in the laundry room.

But he reacted to every shred of danger like your life was on the line. Like the lit candle dangerously close to your sleeve was going to put your name on a casualty report.

He can never meet your scared gaze after those moments, his voice still ringing in the air. He always takes the cowards way out and turns to walk away instead.

He pops open the center console and pulls out a tissue, handing it to you before he even registered you had sneezed. A moment of warmth graces his cheeks at the sound of you thanking him.

The GPS says five minutes. He tells you you're arriving soon. He placidly tells you to remind him to look for seeds for the pepper bushes you wanted. Already building a shopping list for the materials to build raised garden boxes to put them in.

That pacifies his guilt slightly. He loves you. He loves you like he's starving. He wants what's best for you. And he's terrified that what's best for you, isn't him. He banishes that thought by doing everything he can for you.

Like a barn cat, he dropped offerings at your feet in hopes you'll understand his ornery way of loving you.

Out of the car. Kiss on the cheek. Into the crowd. He never stopped being a soldier.

Those candles are expensive, you're so right.

He doesn't feel human.

Pepper shoots instead of seeds. He'll keep an eye out.

Is he human? He's lived a life so far removed from how humans are meant to act.

That lady was shoving people. Good job keeping your cool darling.

No. He is unrecognizable to his own species.

He kisses you on the cheekbone. He wonders if you know your husband isnt truly human.

You go home. He makes an excuse about a project that needs work before it gets dark.

John feels like a coward.

[thetrasha]

Hi! I'm the one who asked for the Straw Hats' ideal types. I'm here to ask the same for other characters: Law, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, and anyone else you want; honestly, I'd read about anyone. Thanks for feeding me <3

Hello anon, thank you so much for your continous interest (●ˇ∀ˇ●) 💕 Glad you like my writing so much and shower me with compliments LOL And I'm so sorry for not replying sooner. I've been sick since Monday morning 🤡I'm still kind of feverish, but I'm recovering

Anyway, this was a lot of fun!!

Ideal Types

feat. LAW, ACE, SABO, SHANKS, BUGGY

Straw Hat crew's version here

LAW

Law needs someone who…

is honest, intelligent and kind

puts more weight behind their actions rather than their words

has a nerdy or geeky quirk

is willing to let him have his space and demands some independence of their own

Law can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-doubt

feelings of inadequacy

seeming cold-hearted (to others)

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

clinginess and being too emotional

Law sees you and knows, because you resemble him so much, that you’re misunderstood. You aren’t cold or arrogant, you’re just a little too… reserved. You naturally distrust people who haven’t proven themselves and he finds comfort in that, eager to do just that. And just like that, the image you’ve wrongfully earned yourself just melts away. Like him, you’re a deep thinker, introspective and self-critical without even trying but nonetheless very much skilled and a valuable addition to any crew. Law feels lucky to have you because it’s validating to have someone around who gets him, who understands every precarious situation and who’s able to see the bigger picture. You trust in his ability to make the right call, assisting him in every step of the way. You watch over him without expecting anything in return, you’re just loyal to a fault and want to show your gratitude. Your actions make him do a double take and he starts talking to you more often. And once your walls crumble, he realises that you’re actually… incredibly cute and kind of… what he’s been waiting for.

ACE

Ace needs someone who…

values family a lot; they need to love the Whitebeard Pirates and Luffy (and Sabo) unconditionally

lives in the moment, but regularly thinks about the past and the “what ifs” of life

wants to prove themselves or others wrong/ wants to achieve great things

is self-aware, caring and compassionate

Ace can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-loathing

impulsivity

people pleasing

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

arrogance and dismissiveness

Ace sees you and, at first, views you as a threat. Deep down, he still cannot come to terms with who he is, and thus believes that you’re the upgrade. You don’t carry the same baggage he does, which means being around you is actually pretty great – and Whitebeard thinks so, too, that’s why you’re on the Moby Dick and not just some random member aboard the grand fleet. Yet… once Ace digs deep and tries getting to know you, he feels terrible for treating you so horribly; you’re unlike anything he’s ever seen. Your hardships are a part of you, but you don’t let the past define who you are, you use it as a tool to improve the present. On top of everything, you don’t push him away after he’s opened up. If anything, you pull him even closer. He’s so, so grateful to have found you. Maybe – just maybe – he’ll learn to like himself… after all, if someone like you can love him so dearly, he cannot be so bad, right?

SABO

Sabo needs someone who…

lives freely without constraints, doesn’t care what other people think about them

pursues a deeply humanitarian dream

is just, hard-working and unique

thinks rather than feels

Sabo can help you cope with these character flaws:

being too idealistic

sorrow

perfectionist tendencies

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

different political ideology and laziness

Sabo sees you and knows you have what it takes. You’re unafraid of tension and you’re quite abrasive when it comes to the intolerable… and your track record is just as impressive. You’re a rare gem who doesn’t sell their principles to get ahead in life – you chose this path out of conviction, not due to a lack of options. Maybe that’s why he recommends you for a position much higher up the ladder where your potential would be seen, where your voice would be heard and matter… Eventually, Sabo would notice a dangerous flutter in his chest every time you worked together. He would linger around you longer than necessary and try to get you to talk about your personal life just to get closer to you. Your story is fascinating, he cannot help but be angry at the world for throwing you away. Well, kind of – you’ve landed right in his arms, so it’s not that bad now, is it?

SHANKS

Shanks needs someone who…

wants to go about life at their own pace

is outgoing, emotionally intelligent and warm

has the street-smarts and strength to defend themselves if it came down to it

hopes for peace and believes in equality

Shanks can help you cope with these character flaws:

procrastination

bottling up negative feelings

stubbornness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being too fragile and selfishness

Shanks sees you and doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so eager to be taken care of – you just sniff him out like a hound dog and nag at him about his terrible habits constantly. He thinks it’s sweet that there’s someone amongst his loyal crew members who still believes he would change his ways. They all let go of it at some point.

…Until you don’t let go of it at all. You shadow him and relentlessly pursue his heath and happiness. At first, Shanks wrongfully assumes that you’re trying to be the captain’s favourite, but he could only watch in astonishment as you pull the same stunt on all the others. “Benn, you smoke too much. Roux, why in the world are you lifting that crate by yourself, let me help. Yasopp, you will cook these beans before eating them or so God help us all.” – he hears your voice in his head echoing his own sentiments towards his friends. It suddenly feels too real. You’re just… like this. It’s in your nature to be warm. And you offer the same warmth to… Shanks. Larger-than-life, mythical, legendary Shanks. He’s just another man in your eyes… It makes him nervous.

BUGGY

Buggy needs someone who…

feels rather than thinks

engages in creative activities and has something that fulfils them

is loving, direct/ straightforward and clingy

reassures him and would be his anchor in life, an unshakeable constant

Buggycan help you cope with these character flaws:

deep insecurity/ self-pity

abandonment issues

competitiveness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being distant and indifference

Buggy sees you and knows that you’re different from the rest. Not unlike him, to be honest, but that might be wishful thinking. He just feels inexplicably drawn to you; he revels in your proud smile whenever he praises you for a job well done. Sometimes he thinks that you crave his approval just as much as he craves yours… once you tore down his walls, you’re all up in Buggy’s business. Worst thing is that he doesn’t mind at all. He likes having you around, you’re not half as much of an idiot as all the other troglodytes he keeps around. The thing that he doesn’t get is, though… you actually don’t think quite as highly of yourself. It’s not humility, you’re plenty humble, but it reeks of insecurity… and believe him when he says that he knows that stench all too well. Well, you might just need a proper hype man to tell you that you’re the most amazing person to ever walk this wretched Earth, darling! One day you’ll wear that title with pride.

[cloverapple]

Shifting FAQ and why you need to calm the FAQ down

“Can I script that—”

Yes.

“Can I shift to a reality where—”

Yes.

“Is permashifting possible?”

Yes.

“I’ve been trying for x amount of years—”

The time passed already. Focus on here and now.

“Will X happen if I script Y?”

Whatever you script will happen exactly how you want it to.

“Can I shift without any methods?”

Yes. There are infinite ways to shift = Infinite ways to go about something that is instant.

“I’ve tried everything—“

Except fully trusting yourself, since you’re still dwelling on your shifting journey from a place of lack.

“Do I need to believe 100% to shift?”

No. You just need to allow it. Doubt doesn’t stop you, resistance does.

“Is shifting, like, REALLY real?”

Yes.

“But my blockages—“

You’re not a clogged drain. There’s nothing blocking something that happens naturally.

“My subconscious doesn’t believe in my affirmations—“

Oh, my bad. I didn’t realize affirming was the only way to manifest. Sooo, what should I do with this whole bag of feeling my way into my DR, visualization, subliminals, SATs, askfirmations, scripting, channeling, daydreaming, meditating, embodying the state, living in the end, inner conversations, mental rehearsals, literally just vibing, and doing absolutely nothing because sometimes that works too? Should I just toss all that in the trash? Light it on fire? Bury it in the backyard? Cool, good to know.

“Can I shift while I’m tired? While I’m sad? While I’m stressed?”

Yes, yes, and yes. Emotions don’t block shifting. If anything, they help.

“Why haven’t I shifted yet?”

That’s like asking why the sun isn’t rising when you know it’s just beneath the horizon. You know it’s coming, you know it can break through any second, but you keep staring at the dark like the world is ending.

“How do I figure out what I need to do?”

The only person in this universe who knows the answer to that question is you, yet you doubt yourself so much, you mistrust yourself so much, that it’s like whatever your subconscious is telling you goes in one ear and out the other.

“But NOTHING works for me 😭”

Okay, listen—in the gentlest, most kindergarten-teacher voice possible—shifting is like 10% processes that “work for you” or not and 90% trust and letting go. If you can’t trust yourself, cool, trust your undeniable ability to shift. If that feels like a stretch, trust your subconscious (it’s been running the show since forever, give it some credit). Still not there? Trust the outcome. Trust something, anything. And then? LET. GO. RELAX. Like, actually unclench your jaw and stop treating shifting like it’s a piece of raw chicken and you a dog that has not eaten in *checks watch* 2 minutes.

Because if you’re over here sobbing, whining “nothing works for meeeee,” that tells me two things:

A) You don’t trust anything, which, surprise surprise, makes shifting a little difficult. B) Something does work for you. There’s a sweet spot, a method that clicks—but you haven’t found it because you approach every process with fear instead of fun, frustration instead of curiosity, anxiety instead of chill.

Imagine slipping into the driver’s seat of a car you know how to drive, but you’re bawling, panicking, flailing around like the steering wheel’s out to get you. You’re gonna hit a pedestrian. THE PEDESTRIAN IS YOU.

People forget that shifting is as limitless as you are. Shifting is you. Shifting has no rules. You have no rules. So why are you boxing shifting in? Why are you boxing yourself in? Why are you creating problems for something infinite? Why are you stepping into the identity of a finite being when you have the power to shift realities?

You weren’t born with limits. You were taught them. Conditioned to believe that things have to be hard, that you have to struggle, that you need to earn what’s already yours. But shifting doesn’t play by those rules, and neither do you. The only limits are the ones you keep dragging along with you.

“I’m quitting shifting. I still can’t shift even though I’ve tried XY and Z⏤”

This is you:

Side note: If you’ve read all this and you’re still frustrated, overwhelmed, confused, and sitting there like “I don’t know what to dooooo 😩”

Take. A. Break.

A day? Cool.

A week? Even better.

Two weeks? A whole month? Do it.

Take a break from shifting, from overthinking, from spiraling down every forum post and Reddit thread like it’s gonna reveal the secret of the universe. Because if you’ve hit that point where nothing sticks, every piece of advice goes in one ear and out the other, every answer feels wrong, and you’re waiting for some magical piece of advice to make you shift, guess what? You need to calm the FAQ down.

Maybe your brain’s flashing red lights like “WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD” and you’re out here ignoring it, treating frustration and exhaustion like it’s another problem to fix instead of a big ol’ sign that your mind needs a nap and a snack.

Let it chill. Recharge. You’re not losing progress; you’re just giving your brain a breather so when you come back, shifting feels like fun again, not a chore.

[chaozfantazy]

Vaguely x reader survivor headcanon thing good lord

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Hi! I wrote these almost three months ago hoping I would be able to write for all of the games' cast. Unfortunately, I've since fallen out of Forsaken in lieu of the game practically exploding in popularity. I will give what I had written, though! Hopefully someone out there likes this. These will be a mix of general headcanons + more affectionate ones. They may be out of character because they were written such a long time ago.

All writing is below the cut. :)

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Noob

Noob is a quiet, polite soul; naturally reserved and even closed off. They fear being a burden, seeking out comfort in the little things and the small variables they can control.

Noob is someone who takes a long time to truly open up about themselves. Whatever happened between Guest 666 and them left a deep, lasting impression: their devotion and trust is something hard-earned.

Now, that is a high hurdle to leap; but once it is managed, Noob is an utter sweetheart. They strongly value physical touch and affection, finding grounding and security in hand-holding or a strong hug. The ability to make them feel secure and safe is a huge deal, especially with them.

Noob has a lesser-known, more expressive side to them; being a sillier, more teasing individual beneath the skittish surface. This half is often obscured by insecurities.

They love to share their snacks! They do not taste as good here as they do at home, but they hope the thought is what counts.

They had spent a lot of time fretting up to this point: their worth, their usefulness to their fellow survivors… they struggled at a point to believe that people did not secretly find them bothersome or dead weight. Being able to open up is nothing but a boon to their emotional health. They feel braver with someone that they can trust to have their back.

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Elliot

Elliot is a hard-working, (generally) polite person. This isn’t to say he has any lack of sass… that smile of his is practiced.

While he strives to make his work/team environment comfortable for everyone, he will not hide his feelings off the clock. (007 and him are noted to have a particularly rocky relationship.)

Elliot has spent much of his working life in a service position; and so his patience is immense. That is to say anyone who is treating him with decency is good in his books.

Elliot does not have much of a social life; his job was his priority. That is to say he has a lot to talk about. (Plenty of customer horror stories to tell, for sure.)

Elliot did not realize how good it was to vent his feelings—to just sit down and talk—until someone finally gave him the room to speak about himself. He is used to being the person people talk at, rather than the one doing the talking.

Elliot often puts others above himself: not because of others expectations, but rather his own. Elliot’s own exhaustion and stress is often being put aside for what he deems more important or immediate, and puts a lot of pride in being “self-made.” He often forgets to rest and needs to be reminded to slow down sometimes due to this.

Elliot is big on words of affirmation, and knows how to make people feel better or ease stress. He’s eloquent or even flowery if he’s trying to be charming, if not slightly cheesy.

Elliot appreciates quality time, too. Everything around him (including himself) always seems to be moving so fast. Having someone to just be there, a constant in what is otherwise a hectic situation, eases his frayed nerves.

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Two-Time

Two-Time is a flawed individual. A slightly(?) delusional cultist, who clearly has things to hide.

Two-Time comes off as reckless and low-empathy. They have issues to sort out clearly, but they do have some heart.

Most of the things they do are things they believe are for the greater good (even if they may not really be).

...So, someone who doesn’t treat them like a shadow—who well and truly listens to their eccentricity, authentically—is someone that would have them fascinated.

They are a lonely and strange person. Someone even remotely accompanying makes them happier than they may first realize. Company is often taken for granted, but Two-Time is intimately acquainted with isolation.

Two-Time takes much solace in having someone merely be there, to talk to them. Someone who understands or at least listens is a reprieve and reminder that there are still good things to be had, though they may not understand why (or if) they deserve it.

...Azure had not only been their partner, but their best friend. They made their decision a long time ago, but to say they feel no nostalgia or guilt (though they have likely deluded themself into thinking it to be for the greater good) would be foolish.

They will stick their neck out for people with little hesitation under the firm belief that they will come back: “shadows die twice,” as they like to say. Something especially true for someone who they feel they can rely on. To boot, Two-Time is a rather impulsive person who often leaps before they look. They bleed, but it will surely be fine—they will wake right back up again--their faith in the Spawn heaves them upwards.

They are Incredibly perceptive yet simultaneously dense. They can spot when someone is troubled, but may be invasive with their questioning. It is almost frightening how easily they can pin a persons feelings down.

Two-Time values quality time and actions: There will be a hundred little things that they may wish they had done one day… or things they may regret having done.

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Chance

This man has secrets in spades. A liar almost compulsively, a charmer to boot. The charm is natural, however. Chance proves to be quite the people-person, and surprisingly non-judgmental.

It is of little surprise how much of Chance is fabricated however; either to impress others or simply pull the wool over people’s eyes to whatever truths he may be trying to hide.

Much of his positivity is natural! Chance is a person willing to see the good in bad situations. An equal half of that positive attitude however is used to shovel away his actual problems that need addressing. Most issues are contributed by him to bad luck more than anything. (He is a rather superstitious individual, to note.)

...The effort required to get him to lay down his walls is immense; a slow chip-away to reveal someone more authentic beneath the surface-level nonchalance.

He may be rather dense at times as a consequence of this, failing to see the bigger issue (whether in a situation or even with himself) in exchange for brushing it all off.

Chance tends to act like a "hotshot" for people he wants to impress, and sometimes him looking cool is entirely accidental. Lucky him! Respectfully, he is a little stupid at times, but he means perfectly well.

Chance values gift-giving quite a bit. He is more observant than he lets on! He might not look it, but he remembers the little things. There is consideration in the things he gives, and it shows.

As someone with money to spare, he's prone to splurging for people he cares about. He may be a bit of an impulse buyer; at least when it comes to buying other people nice things.

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007n7

007n7 is a troubled individual, with an even more troubled past. In lieu of all the hardships he's dealt with, he's... handling everything the best that he possibly can.

In his younger days, 007n7 was quite the menace--outgoing, even reckless--though nowadays he is rather reserved and even occasionally pleasant to be around... if anyone can even find him to talk to him at all. (Not even to mention that's if anyone would want to speak with him to begin with.)

007n7 has become a bit of a hermit, being both closed off and slippery: in that he seemingly blends in with crowds on purpose if only to escape any modicum of attention.

Oftentimes 007n7 is lost in his own inner world. He is a chronic daydreamer, though not outwardly emotive in reaction to whatever he may be thinking about. He has mastered his poker face at this point, a blank slate that is extremely difficult to read, and he does not plan on letting anyone in anytime soon.

007n7 deals with a fair bit of self-loathing for a variety of reasons. He pins a lot of the blame on himself for losing his son; he had at one point made Elliot's work life practically a living hell; and he had drawn plenty of ire from administrators for his shenanigans. He would not and does not blame anyone for disliking him, and tries to keep himself out of everyone's business if only not to raise their ire or bother them. He is both isolated and self-isolating, to say.

...So, he would be an extremely difficult person to crack. 007n7 would take a long time to open up, let alone hold a conversation. He's rather prone to drifting off into his own thoughts, and it is safe to say he has not had a "real" conversation with someone in a long time.

Having someone snap him out of his zone-outs and drag him into reality, instead of hearing conversations manufactured inside his own head? The notion is surprising to him. Yet, with consistency, 007n7 proves to have a lot to talk about. Most of his past is unpleasant to him, but he is highly prone to reminiscing nonetheless. There is a lot of remorse and regret involved, but that does not mean his past was devoid of any kind of fun--especially not in the moment. 007n7 may hesitate to admit he had a good time out of a mix of shame and a fear of judgement.

Someone to talk to is a small miracle to him in of itself. Someone who won't judge him is even bigger. Someone to ground him in the "now" of things, rather than constantly reminiscing on what had and could have been, was something he did not know he needed so badly. 007n7 is not one to smile much anymore, let alone wear his feelings on his sleeve, but his smiles are subdued and soft and meaningful. Maybe there is still value to be had in the present...

007n7 is not very good with his words, so he tries to convey himself with his actions. No amount of apologies could undo the past, and he has long since lost the words. He understands acutely what it is like to have no one to lean on but yourself, if even that. So the least he can do is be there when no one was there for him. It is surprising how ever-present he seems to be, following like a shadow and appearing when he is needed the most.

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - companion bios all together

[source, two]

Text in each image reads:

"Lace Harding This dwarven scout has a positive outlook and a ready bow – as well as unexpected magical powers. At her core, Harding is still a girl from Ferelden; she loves adventure, animals, and nature and is fiercely protective of her family and friends. Abilities – Seismic Shot; Heavy Draw; Shred; Adrenaline Rush; Soothing Potion Neve Gallus A cynic fighting for a better future, Neve is both a private detective and a member of Tevinter’s rebellious Shadow Dragons. Born and raised in a working-class neighborhood of Minrathous, she does not believe in the superiority of mages. Abilities – Icebreaker; Blizzard; Glacial Pace; Time Slow; Replenish Davrin Bold and charming, this Grey Warden has made a name for himself as a monster hunter. Though he was raised in a Dalish clan, he craved excitement and adventure. He’d rather make history than reflect on it. Now he cares for Assan, a young griffon. Abilities - Battle Cry; Death From Above; Heroic Strike; Assan Strike; In War, Victory Bellara Lutare Bellara is creative, romantic, and obsessed with uncovering the secrets of ancient Elvhenan. She has a strong sense of self – a clear idea of who she is and what she wants – and will push herself to her limits to find the answers she seeks. Abilities – Fade Bolts; Enfeebling Shot; Replenish; Time Slow; Galvanized Tear Taash A qunari dragon hunter with the Lords of Fortune, Taash lives for adventure and doesn’t mind taking risks. While her interests include sparkling treasures and hitting things with an axe, she is also deeply knowledgeable about many topics. Abilities – Fire Breath; Dragon’s Roar; Dragonfire Strike; Spitfire; Fortune’s Favor Emmrich Volkarin A necromancer of Nevarra’s Mourn Watch, this well-mannered scholar comes complete with a skeletal assistant, Manfred. Emmrich is as serious about his duty to protect innocents from the occult as he is about his studies of the mysteries of the Fade. Abilities – Final Rites; Replenish; Entangling Spirits; The Bell Tolls; Time Slow Lucanis Dellamorte Lucanis is an expert assassin for whom the Antivan Crows are a family business. Poised and pragmatic, he would rather not be the center of attention, focusing instead on his work. Lucanis specializes in executing powerful mages and has earned the title Demon of Vyrantium. Abilities – Eviscerate; Abominate; Soothing Potion; Debilitate; Adrenaline Rush"

[robin-evry]

I SAWWW YOUR DEMI GOD AUUUUU

as a autistic wee little boy who's hyperfixation is currently all things percy jackson, your demi god au reminded me of that, so if i could request a demigod!yuu who's related to Hera, (my hc is that the child would be made parthenogenetically) and i thought it'd be really funny. you can write them however you think is best, my hyperfixation is just REALLY getting me 🤭😇 have a good rest of ur timezone <3

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this I got some inspiration from epic the musical hera

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐔𝐔 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀 ) 🦚💍

Hera (/ˈhɛrə, ˈhɪərə/; Ancient Greek: Ἥρα, romanized: Hḗrā; Ἥρη, Hḗrē in Ionic and Homeric Greek) is the goddess of marriage, women, and family, and the protector of women during childbirth. In Greek mythology, she is queen of the twelve Olympians and Mount Olympus, sister and wife of Zeus, and daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea.

Similar towards how Hephaestus was made, demi god!yuu was created by hera with out needing any form of intimacy but they were born incomplete basically coming out to early making them half divine. But once they reach adult age they will be able to be ascended into a god they just need to wait.

They absolutely dislike the philandering type rook, Azul and Crowley. Similar trait towards their god parent, when Crowley was about to put them towards ramshackle they were offended they are doubting whether or not Crowley is a capable person or not how could they let someone live in these ruins.

An aura of regality, even without trying. They naturally command respect, making others instinctively recognize them as someone important. When they first arrives, their aura alone unsettles people. They radiate regality—posture perfect, gaze sharp, every step deliberate. Even without saying much, they command attention.

they have high standards towards themselves always keeping a poise and dignified look, never lacking perfection they have high standards. They know the value of keeping faces which earn the respect of vil.

They valued relationships very much, they always stay loyal towards the person they deem as loved ones and they do not take relationships lightly. To them, bonds are sacred, not something to be made and discarded on a whim.

Demi god!yuu is always there for those who are struggling, giving advice and a shoulder to cry on. similar towards a parent would care for their children

Peacocks are always seen with them, as a sigil of their divine heritage as well as connection towards their powers and identity. Two peacocks have miraculously appeared at ramshackles always tailing behind them.

Demi god!yuu is very fashionable due to them being the child of hera, they have to make a good impression towards others about them when they appear and kept face as a person.

They also have the natural abilities of giving out blessings and curses, Those who prove their loyalty to them find subtle fortunes following them as if fate itself bends in their favor.

Even tho demi god!yuu does not curse lightly, but those who betray them find their luck souring, relationships faltering, and an unshakable unease settling in their chests.

They are over protective of grim willing to protect him any sort of danger that may towards him, sometimes when things get too tired towards demi-god!yuu would carry him similar towards a mother holding their baby.

When the octaniville chapter, Azul was curse due to him conning multiple students into working for his restaurant, when meeting demi god!yuu, they say with a serious voice is to let grim, ace and deuce free but Azul unfortunately laugh at there face and ignored them, the next day bad luck seems to seep in towards his life accident happened in the kitchen, his grades started to go down and more, until he agreed to let grim, ace and deuce go the curse stop

Many people seem intimidated by them but even tho that hard interior leads towards a caring person who just wants to protect the people they hold dearly towards them.

[blushspatula]

Foreign Words

Reader, a young adult, is tired of their monotonous, stressful and depressive life. One day, they absurdly appears in the world of the famous Chinese play called "Journey to the West", but, surprise, they don't know Chinese!

Characters:

Reader.

Aka "little one" or "foreign".

They are a modern, ordinary human who accidentally appears in the ancient world of the Chinese play called "Journey to the West."

A human without magic, but that don't stop them. They are a boundless workaholic, probably managing money even in the middle of an ambush. When they're not trying to work on something (or everything), they can be found playing their beloved guitar, which they carries around like it's they best friend.

As an insomniac musician, Reader possesses the surprising (and worrying) ability to survive on an amount of sleep that would make any normal human collapse. While others are sleeping peacefully, they are awake, making up songs about their misfortunes (as a way of coping) and singing them. They are likely to solve problems faster, although sometimes their ideas are meaningless when sleep deprivation takes its toll. They also have a short-term memory most of the time.

"Who needs sleep when you can put your problems to music?"

They really misses sleeping in a normal bed. Please, someone have mercy on them.

Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong is small, but his power knows no bounds. Impulsive, he always acts first and asks questions later (if he asks anything at all). He doesn't have much patience for following orders, and if someone tells him what to do, he'll almost certainly do the opposite just for the fun of it. A rebel at heart, he's never been a fan of authority, especially if it comes from someone bigger or more important than him (which is almost everyone, given his size). Wukong doesn't have time to think before he acts. Plan? Nah! Better to jump headfirst into danger and see what happens. He's cunning like few others, always finding the quickest way out, or at least the most entertaining one.

However, despite his wild nature, Wukong knows how to get out of any mess he gets himself into (which happens more often than he'd like to admit). And when you earn his respect, he's loyal to the end. He defends his friends with an intensity that shows that, even though he has a hard time admitting it, he has a big heart. He may be mischievous and a bit chaotic, but he's always there when you really need him… Although sometimes you wonder if he does it for you or because he's just bored.

Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang is the kind of person who firmly believes that peace and understanding can solve almost any problem… Even if he’s surrounded by hungry demons who want to eat him. Wise in many things, he always has profound and instructive advice to offer, though sometimes his innocence leads him to underestimate how dangerous situations are (such as when he insists on dialoguing with monsters who would clearly rather devour him than listen to his profound words).

His compassion is so great that he feels bad even when he steps on an ant, making him a pacifist at heart. While his peers prefer the “hit first, ask questions later” approach, Sanzang always advocates dialogue and non-violence, though sometimes that tests the patience of his more impulsive protectors. Despite his apparent fragility, he has an inner strength that drives him forward, convinced that kindness can conquer even the most terrible evil. He'll probably ask you to put the staff away and try to talk him through it, though… Even if the monster looks like he wants to use it as an appetizer.

A pacifist by nature, he'd rather sit down and have tea with a demon than fight, which sometimes makes his companions wonder if he's a little overly optimistic… Or if he just doesn't realize how dangerous the situation is.

Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie is the kind of fellow who is always looking for two things: food and a nap. A top-notch glutton, he seems to have a bottomless stomach, and if there's food nearby, it's sure to be on his plate… Or in his mouth. His personal motto is something along the lines of "work as little as possible and eat as much as possible." In fact, if he can avoid a fight and resolve the situation with a feast instead of a battle, he'll do so without hesitation.

Besides being a slacker, Bajie is a born comedian, always cracking jokes (sometimes too inappropriate) even at the worst of times, making him the comic relief of the group, though not always intentionally. Despite his good humor, he has one very clear weak spot: women. An incorrigible womanizer, Bajie always has his head (and eyes) set on any lady who crosses his path, which usually gets him into more trouble than he can handle. Although he sometimes gives the impression that he doesn't take anything seriously, deep down he's a loyal friend who cares deeply… As long as you don't ask him to make a stale joke about Sun Wukong.

Sha Wujing

Sha Wujing is the rock of the group, the kind of person who always remains calm, even when chaos is unleashed around him (and traveling with Wukong and Bajie, that happens quite often). With his cool demeanor and calm voice, he's the one who manages to bring some sanity to the craziest of arguments, though he rarely butts in directly. He prefers to observe in silence and speak only when he has something important to say, making him a comforting presence for his companions at times.

He's incredibly loyal, the first to offer to shoulder the group's burdens, literally and metaphorically. If there's something heavy to carry, a thankless task to accomplish, or simply someone who needs support, Wujing will be there without a complaint. His resilience has seen him overcome trials that would have broken others, but you'll never hear him brag about it. Humble to the core, he seeks no recognition or glory; he just wants to do his duty and protect his friends along the way.

Despite his serious and chilling appearance, Wujing has a warm heart and endless patience, making him an anchor for the group. In a team full of chaotic personalities, he's the one who remembers that it doesn't always take magic, humor, or impulsiveness to face challenges: sometimes, it just takes someone who won't give up and keeps going, one step at a time.

Bai Long Ma.

Bai Long Ma, once a dragon prince, lived a life of luxury and pride… Until one bad decision led to his banishment. Now, in his white horse form, he accompanies pilgrims with unwavering loyalty. Although he can speak, he rarely does, preferring to let his actions speak for him.

He is altruistic in nature, always willing to bear the burdens of the group without complaint. His presence is calm and pleasant, as if he carries with him a little bit of the majesty he once had as a dragon. Silent but noble, Bai Long Ma is the companion who is always there, strong and reliable, even when no one else notices.

PD: This character reference sheet may change. In any case, notice of any changes will be given.

[sunseed-fandump]

if the gingerbrave crew were to have soul jams, what would their virtues be??? :0c

Gingerbrave = Courage - Offshoot of Freedom

Many things require bravery, not just when it comes to standing against evil, but when it comes to standing for what is right even when it's not clear.

It takes a lot of courage to truly embrace Freedom; to be brave enough to accept that the future is uncertain, but to be confident in one's own abilities that they can change it however they wish. One has to be brave enough to take those first few steps. To let go of all of their doubts and truly be Free. Even when it seems society is against them.

And with those steps, one might inspire others to follow. Joining everyone together under one common goal: to live life to its fullest.

Strawberry Cookie = Kindness - Offshoot of Passion

To be kind, even against those who seemingly don't deserve it is incredibly difficult. It is natural to get angry, be upset, maybe even vengeful. It is also easy to look at the plight of another and decide to do nothing, simply because going out of one's way to do so may be considered too hard.

But to offer a gentle word, to give to those less fortunate, to comfort those who need comforting, to forgive. It is a new level of strength that many fail to achieve.

Having the compassion to lift others when they are down, will truly make the world a happier place.

Wizard Cookie = Wisdom - Offshoot of Truth

Knowledge is meaningless if one is incapable of knowing fact from fiction. And even then, being able to discern the truth from the lies means nothing. The harsh truth can hurt more than any wound, meanwhile the fantastical lies of fairytales can inspire others into doing good. One is not wholly good, nor wholly evil.

Knowledge is only powerful if one knows how to use it, and use it wisely.

Sometimes a bit of harsh reality is needed to snap one out of a delusion. While a placebo can give even an elephant the means to fly. To be wise, is to know how to use knowledge and help others become the best they could ever be.

Wisdom cuts through the angst, sorrow, and pain that cloud one's judgement, and paves the path for a brighter future ahead.

Custard Cookie III = Hope - Offshoot of Resolution

Dare to dream, no matter how impossible it may seem. To have the strength needed to hold onto Hope even in the bleakest of situations is truly a beautiful gift. Hope is what drives us, Hope is what saves lives, Hope is like a North Star.

Get up no matter how many times you're knocked down. Keep going, no matter how unattainable the dream might seem. And if the worst happens, and the dream crumbles, then that light will shine upon a new dream to pursue.

Keep hoping for those better days, keep dreaming and wishing and working towards them. Be that North Star for others as well, give them the strength to pursue their dreams. Because when those dreams do ultimately come true, it will be a wondrous legend to remember.

Chili Pepper Cookie = Trust - Offshoot of Abundance

To give a thief one's trust seems absurd. Equally, a thief does not give out their trust all willy-nilly. But to earn that trust, and to be trustworthy, is to be reliable. To be reliable means one withstands whatever the world can throw at them, even the unrelenting march of time. It means to be the solid rock that others can steady themselves on throughout the chaotic and upsetting changes that happen in daily life.

Chaos is inevitable; for things to fall apart is to be expected. Not many things can withstand the test of time, but one must trust that creation will always follow destruction and roll with those punches. That gain will always follow loss.

Trust that those dear to you can support you through thick and thin, and they will give you the most glorious treasure in return.

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men using their powers while f*cking you ◞

▸ includes: reptile, sub zero, scorpion [mk1 versions] ◂

▸ tags: nsfw content, explicit language, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, f!reader, kind of drabble, short, canon as possible as I can, licking, watching, petnames, fingering, edging, human form!syzoth, rude and sharp!sub zero, lover!mk1 characters, brat!reader, heat, cold. enjoy! ◂

▸ notes: watched 4+ hours cutscenes of mortal kombat 1 game and well, kind of fall in love with 80% of mk1 characters, so, couldn't help but write for a few of my fav characters from the game. requests open for the mk1 characters as well & have fun while reading, thank u! ^^ [can publish part 2 of this if you would like too!]

REPTILE is a shy lover. he finds himself trying to hide his nature whenever you two have sex not to hurt you because he knows you’re still fragile even though you try to believe otherwise. he never transforms into his reptile form while fucking you, so hard for him to do that but he would rather endure than hurting you in any way. however, that doesn’t mean he lacks fun and any sort of kinks in sex, no, contrary to that, syzoth has a kinky personality that allows him to like watching you, both as general and in bed - he can’t help, especially not when you’re so beautiful leaning on the bed you two are sharing, trying to give yourself pleasure with your fingers while screaming his name because he is away for a mission as you still believe - not knowing when he will return but here he is, standing right in front of you, watching how your fingers disappear inside your folds, going in and out, mouth agape, moaning his name over and over again as if they’re his fingers - or even his cock inside your walls. he likes how you miss him enough to do all of these. 

invisible to your eyes, he watches you until he’s sure you’re so close to the edge, then, chuckling teasingly, he appears slowly, giving you a heart attack right there but you forget all about it when his fingers replace yours, smirking like a brat, green eyes position on your pretty face as he looks at you fondly. 

“you’re so needy for me that you can’t wait for a few hours until I return, is that it, pretty?” he chuckles, head tilting and he listens to your pleases like they’re the prettiest sound he has ever heard. he makes you cum, more than once because he says, “if that is the case, I will fuck my pretty girl so deep that she will never forget it even when I leave.” 

SUB ZERO is not gentle at all when it comes to having sex with him. he prefers to make you remember who you belong to, whose name you’re screaming, and who makes your legs shake in weakness because he fucks you that good. he doesn’t think about what a kink is in detail but he knows he has a few and he uses them with you without hesitation. you like them as he understands from the voices you make, the expressions your face has, and cumming all over him without announcing because you can’t hold them any longer.

he knows he shouldn’t use any of his abilities while fucking you but he can’t help. he breaks his discipline side and uses them anyway from time to time while having sex with you; decreasing his body temperature when he fucks you behind, kneeling down until your naked back touches his bare chest so that you get close to cum, feeling a sense of chill.

he does that with some parts of his body either; his fingers when they travel on your body, in your mouth, between your thighs and holes - the tip of his tongue when it enters your pussy, making you lose your mind. he even changes its temperature from time to time only to earn the sounds you can't think you're making. he doesn't stop with his attempts of fucking you 'till you have a non-functional brain because of only him - his thick cock, the way he fucks you into oblivion and not holding himself back from using his abilities to his advantage to make you realize only he can fuck you like this. he's fond of your screams after all, begs that want him to stop because it's too much for you to handle go to deaf ears - not even when it's as cold as under a frozen surface of a deep sea.

"so cold, huh?" scoffs, humiliating your pathetic condition, "what were you thinking anyway whore?" he asks, poison in his voice, deep. "think that I would hold back because you beg so nicely?" laughs, holds your hair tightly as he fucks you from behind. "they're only praying for me to go deeper, my pretty slut." and he does - going deeper and colder each passing time and you only can take it all - you're his own pet to enjoy in the end.

SCORPION is a cute lover. he doesn't hurt you in any way as possible as he can, protecting you at all cost, keeping his fire at a minimum level whenever you're around - except while fighting of course. he never uses his abilities against you but oh, he can't deny that he loves it when you are a total brat, asking him to do such naughty things in bed, including using his fire to make intimate sessions more intense than it is needed - you both need it as you say, believing you can endure it and in the end, he accepts your pleases, allowing himself adjoining a few things he can do without hurting you.

firstly, he just uses it on his tongue when it enters your wet pussy, licking from your inner thighs to inside, giving you euphoria. he makes sure not to burn you, enjoying by himself too after seeing how turned on you are in these moments. he is a man who wants to please his lover more than himself in the first place - a gentleman. then, it begins with these simple pleasure times - it evolves into something that even you can't imagine happening and it takes you a long time to realize how scorpion has begun to his abilities on you in order to turn you on often; the cute lover discovers how you're affected by heat - in general, so, he thinks a way to make your heat go up without noticing he's the one who is doing it by increasing his body's heat as he comes near you, giving you hotness you can't ignore and start taking off your clothes one by one.

of course he acts innocent, asking how he can help you, and then smirking, saying how he makes you hot by just standing beside you. catching you in a trap with all his desires to have you, he reaches his plan's top point when you have a sports bra and shorts on your body and nothing else. oh, how he feels a kind of achievement when you agree with him, being naked and having one of the best fucking in your entire life to get rid of your heat after getting horny because of being exposed in front of the man you love. 

"my love, you give me a heat even my own power can't give; you have no idea how I am burning for you." he smiles down at you, eyes burning with sparkles of fire, "oh - beautiful, the most beautiful thing in the whole universe I have ever seen. let me burn you the way you are doing to me, my love."

[sovenusian]

Matured Energy of Each Sun Sign

(does not to relate to what age you are.)

A matured Aries is a master communicator and story teller, they can easily pull and hold the attention of the crowd on them, only this time it is to shine light on something beyond them, and it's usually the wisdom they have gathered on their spiritual journey of having the self as the center of their wants and needs.

A matured Taurus is the tamed bull. They become much more calm and understanding of ways of life and mindsets differing from their own, and don't feel the need to make known, how thorough their stances on their beliefs are. They loosen up a bit, like a Cane Corso allowing a rambunctious chihuahua to feign dominance.

A matured Gemini uses the seemingly fractured personality to create genius works and can masterfully connect with any age group or walk of life. They respect they are the embodiment of "I have an idea" but on drugs (lol) and live in that truth. They don't provide tolerance for what they do not like around them.

A matured Cancer stopped being petty and stops wading in the murky waters of emotional manipulation, and starts wielding these energies as gift, for others. You may not find a more generous, selfless, nurturing being. They have the strength to grow other people and bring what's dead back to life.

A matured Leo finally takes more pride in the impact of it's works, more than the ability to do them or be recognized for being the one to do them. They enjoy showing the character traits that truly make them beautiful. The humility they acquire despite having achieved a great deal of refinement, is what becomes what makes them shine at their brightest.

A matured Virgo learned to put themselves, their hearts truly first. Their dutiful and ambitious drives have taught them their accompanying lessons, which are to allow yourself to relax, you are enough, you really are so damn dope, and comparing your output to the logistics was a stressful way to live and that is, the past. It's a death to criticism and a birth to healthy analyzation.

A matured Libra has learned how to be in love with love, in a healthy way. In love with Real Love; with the raw energy and authenticity of it's energy, that way when humans and opportunities come around that claim to be Love, they can be distinguishing and keep their own heart set on what they have learned to be it's truth. They have mastered detachment.

A matured Scorpio has adjusted their perspective, placing the abilities of being extremely passionate and emotionally intense, only in situations that don't create more chaos. Their lifelong journey for true power has moved them into a space where they are more settled and accomplished. They learn the rhythm of life and can finally become selfless, and this is where their energy is truly it's most powerful.

A matured Sagittarius is the ember stage of fire; warm, spreading and long lasting. The knowledge and philosophies acquired over the years are now steeped, grounded in substance and embedded in a person that can finally sit down long enough, and have the patience, to share it's inspirations. Their habit to be generous and spreading have switched out it's impulsive nature for selectivity and self- preservation.

A matured Capricorn drops the shrewdness, and can be an exemplified patriot of what they stood for when they initially started their ambitious climb of hard earned success. They realize just because they are the goats, does not mean anybody and everything are the rocks and steps to ascend upon, and they warm their heart up enough to trust others with their vulnerabilities. They retire their need to be serious for the upholding of the many responsibilities all Capricorns are dealt, and they let that beautiful ability to entertain and bring joy be what they now lead and corale others with.

A matured Aquarius honors the unbeaten path they chose and created by tooth and nail, by sharing with others the lessons learned from it. Their ability to be friendly and connect with anyone, becomes more filled out, & it becomes harder for them to be perceived as disingenuous, because they can now choose the role they'll play in the life of every individual they meet, and share the gems needed like the sages they were born to be. They feel the freedom to become even more obscure.

A matured Pisces is a vessel of universal love. They spend their lives being a collage of all the human personality could offer, from kind to cruel, yielding to stubborn, and they take each lesson from their colorful experiences, and only extract the most optimistic, high frequency wisdom from them. They keep their mystery while their ability to impart love to others unfolds endlessly.

[concretejunglefm]

hear me out. so we know Folio’s the overeager sub type, struggles with obedience, and Noah’s the resident good boy sub (when he’s not being a brat).

well, Nick’s always been very concerned with what goes on behind closed doors. ratting Noah out to you for punishment, endless ribbing about the sounds coming from the hotel room the night before (all of which were Noah’s high pitched moans as you’d ridden him til he saw stars), nonstop teasing and just overall trying to get a rise. (he also has a sneaking suspicion that that piece of jewelry Noah never takes off is some sort of ‘collar’)

but like you said, the question is. does he wanna be Noah or join in?

so maybe you let him have a little glimpse. maybe you have your best boy model how to be the perfect sub for you.

‘s definitely a fun dynamic because Noah is very much your good boy while Nick is steeped in mischief and loves to tease the shit out of him, not to mention try to get him to misbehave. there also might be a little vying for your attention, but that’s nothing new. at any rate, what can it hurt. it’s just for the night :3

- @somebodyels3

It's just for the night, what harm could it do, right?

CW: smut which includes mention of dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, use of cuffs, orgasm denial, cum play.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

You’ve meticulously planned this since the idea struck you. You’ve deliberately selected a night during their tour when there’s an off day the following day, solely for them to both rest and recover. Naturally, Folio couldn’t help but laugh when you shared the plan with him, and that only fueled your determination to make him come out whining more than he’s ever heard from Noah, or taunted him for.

With strict instructions, you told Folio to come to your room at a specific time, and he obeyed without question. However, his eagerness got the better of him, and his disregard of your warnings, multiple times, result in both he and Noah being tied up.

Usually, Noah wouldn’t mind, but your sweet boy had been trying his best to tell his friend to be quiet and listen to you. He had been attempting to demonstrate the advantages of being a good sub. Now, however, both Folio and Noah are restrained on a hotel room desk chair each, their wrists cuffed to the backs, and their ankles tied against the legs, preventing any movement.

They’re seated facing each other, their bodies close, and their crotches even closer for your convenience and entertainment.

It went from being a visual lesson to participation-based, the moment Folio opened his mouth and cockily insisted that he could hold out better than Noah ever could.

“Are you certain about that?” you tease, your gaze dropping to his lap and noticing the growing wet patch on the front of his boxers.

Unlike Noah, who you had completely undressed for your entertainment, you had deliberately left Folio in only his boxers, as if to emphasize that he would not receive the same level of attention and treatment that Noah would.

He needed to earn that.

“Oh, that?” he’s completely unbothered by the growing wet patch on his boxers or the trickle of cum rolling down his thigh from beneath the leg. What truly surprises you is how he’s still twitching and hard. “Don’t worry, baby. I have plenty in tank.” He winks at you, and if it were anyone other than Folio, you’d roll your eyes at such a remark. But somehow, you find that prospect only enticing, as if he’s willingly offering himself to be your new plaything, challenging you even.

And that sounds like a challenge you were more than willing to accept.

Your boy, Noah, always had an incredible ability to hold on. You’d repeatedly pushed him to the brink of orgasm, the denial of it becoming sweeter with each passing hour. The sounds he made during those moments were unlike anything you could have imagined, all thanks to your touch, which triggered them. However, you couldn’t deny that you didn’t relish the thought of teasing Folio to the edge and then pulling him back just to repeat the process, especially since he was easily aroused without any stimulation.

You knew what he had done. You caught the way his stomach muscles flexed along with how his cock twitched. He knew how to make himself cum without touching himself, let alone you touching him and it made you contemplate the possibility of them learning from each other and sharing skills.

Noah undoubtedly had his own unique talents, and you found immense pleasure in witnessing the trembling of his stomach muscles whenever he drew nearer, observing his struggle to resist the release you were withholding. Sometimes, you would even lick up the beads of sweat that formed on his torso with his steady concentration. Just that contact on his skin was enough to trigger the eruption, but he always needed your touch to fully pull it from him.

While Folio had already one strike against him, due to his orgasm, Noah trembled in response to your advances as you stood behind him, your hands roaming across his bare tattooed chest and down over his stomach. You felt the muscles flex beneath your fingertips as you move further, hearing the soft plea of a ‘please’ from him as your hands pushed down past his twitching cock, sinking down onto his inner thighs and squeezing them. You gently kissed along his jawline as a form of praise for his politeness, knowing that he was doing his best to maintain his composure in this situation.

It almost made you want to force him to beg, but you knew you needed to drag his pleasure out more to achieve that, but it wouldn’t take long.

By the time you’ve wrapped your hand around him, stroking him, and alternating between quick, determined strokes and agonizingly long ones that prolong his pleasure, he becomes a bumbling mess, writhing against your hand due to the sensitivity of his cock. Your free palm presses to the reddening sensitive tip and purposefully circles over to make his hips jerk and him writhing against you, knowing he can’t pull away and is forced to endure the pleasure you’re inflicting.

When your eyes meet Folio’s, his usually boastful tongue is gone, replaced by a complete transfixed gaze as he watches his friend being teased and toyed with. Your eyes then descend to the tent in his boxers, and you find yourself yearning to allow him to join in on the fun. You consider that he may have finally earned it—learning to remain silent and at least not back talk.

Pulling the front of his boxers down, you free Folio’s hard cock from its confines, and your hand swiftly moves in synchronization with the one you have on Noah’s. You notice the difference in their thickness and length, but that only intensifies your desire to tease them, as they both start squirming in response.

They’re so close that you can have their cocks less than an inch apart while you work your hands on each of them, observing the way pre-cum leaks from both their reddened tips. You use it, intentionally collecting it and switching hands to use the pre-cum on the other, allowing them to mix. You continue this until they’re both whining and squirming, trying to pull away as you jerk them through their first real release of the night—the first one you’ve so generously given them without the need of asking for permission.

As your hands become coated, you switch over again only to use their cum on each other, continuing to push them through their release and the wave of pleasure that has them both trembling and begging beneath your touch. You can barely decide where to look; your eyes flicker between their faces scrunched up in ecstasy, the way their bodies writhe and their stomachs tense, or how they raise their hips and attempt to pull away, as if they ever could.

They both understand the option to tap out if they feel the need. The safe word is readily available if they choose to use it. However, when you ask them, all you get is a series of whines and whimpers, with the word “green” repeated as they desperately plead for you to continue.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Truthout:

We are witnessing a blatant attempt to burn our governmental structure to the ground, destroy any semblance of checks and balances, and allow billionaires and their corporations free rein without consequences.

What does this mean for the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), which has protected the environment and human health for nearly 55 years, including by regulating air pollution, banning dangerous chemicals like DDT and working to reduce carbon emissions? Trump is revealing the fragility of our government: Progress often takes years of pressure, compromise and monumental amounts of work — consider the recent limits on the dumping of perfluoroalkyl and polyfluoroalkyl substances (PFAS) known as “forever chemicals” submitted by the Biden administration last fall, or the agonizing process of passing the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022. Now, Trump and his right-wing allies are attempting to destroy both with a snap of his fingers.

Speaking days into the Trump presidency — before some of the most horrifying orders came down — Matthew Tejada, senior vice president of environmental health at the nonprofit Natural Resources Defense Council (NRDC), told Truthout that concerns about the future of the EPA can be broken down into three buckets: The White House may seek to roll back or revoke hard-earned environmental regulations and protections, withhold funds that the EPA is charged with disbursing for energy and environmental projects, and weaken the agency by attacking federal employees and the institution itself.

We are already seeing Trump attempt all three avenues of EPA sabotage predicted by Tejada, who previously worked within the EPA’s Office for Environmental Justice and External Civil Rights. Within his first weeks in office, Trump withdrew Biden’s forever chemical reform plan, sought to keep lead in Americans’ drinking water and froze already allocated Inflation Reduction Act funds. Trump has also appointed chemical and oil industry insiders to the agency, fired every scientist on two of the EPA’s most influential science advisory panels and seems poised to attempt mass firings of EPA staff.

The EPA has been under assault before. But in many ways, the threats it faces today are unprecedented.

“EPA has been a punching bag since it was first created,” Tejada told Truthout. The agency was established in 1970 under President Richard Nixon, at a moment when the dangers of pollution were becoming impossible to ignore, from oil spills, to lifeless lakes, to deadly smog and chemical odors permeating cities, to the Cuyahoga River literally catching fire. In 1969, Congress passed the National Environmental Policy Act, which required federal agencies to assess the environmental impact before beginning major projects, and directed the president to assemble the Council on Environmental Quality. The following year, sensing a growing environmental consciousness, Nixon created the EPA.

Over the years, Tejada said the EPA has come to hold a key role in everyday life. “Not that everything has been perfect.… But if you look at the environment that we lived in in 1970, versus today, EPA has been wildly successful at cleaning up the environment in our country.”

“I think a lot of people don’t understand that its ability to have been as successful as it has been, has largely been due to the steady leadership and commitment of the institution and the people who inhabit it,” he continued. “And those people are now under threat in a way that they have never been. If they actually make moves to really gut the staff, to eliminate institutional memory and knowledge? A next president can’t just fix that. You’re talking about generations of value that can pretty quickly be extinguished, and that will take generations to rebuild.”

[addictivedaze]

Explaining my Lansoni AU/Fic

I’m currently in the storyboarding part of this fic, but it’s something I want to eventually release once I’ve got all the details figured out.

Current characters: Maurice (Sonic), Lancelot, Rouge, Gawain, Percival, Tails, Nimue, Merlina, The King

Basic overview:

The story starts off with Merlina. With the orb on her staff, she has the ability to see vaguely into the past and future. She sees the foreseeable destruction of the kingdom, and in turn summons a hero just as she does in the beginning of SATBK. Nothing happens immediately, no one comes, and she assumes that means the kingdom is doomed.

Cut to Maurice, a blue hedgehog who had just moved into one of the bustling villages of Camelot after his parents had died. He goes to move in with his blacksmith uncle, Chuck, at the smithy he owns. At the forge, Chuck also has an apprentice fox named Tails. Chuck tries to get Maurice into the business, but he’s awful at it. He has unsteady hands that don’t go good when it comes to delicate tasks such as metal working.

One day when Maurice is out shopping, he sees an advertisement on the community bulletin board offering a spot in the local newsbook if they enter. Maurice has always had a knack for poetry, it’s his passion. So he enters under the pseudonym ‘Sonic’ and sends in a poem. He’s eventually chosen and is set to send in a poem for the weekly newsbook after that.

On the other side of the village, in Lancelot’s quarters, he happens to be an avid fan of literature and poetry alike. He finds himself intrigued with the new poems written by ‘Sonic’ in the news books and looks forward to them every week.

At the forge, another day passes with Chuck and Tails trying to teach Maurice the basics. Chuck’s patience is running thin, he is paying for all of Maurice’s expenses now after all, but he isn’t getting a thing in return. After an incident in the forge involving a ricocheting sword, the smithy trio realize Maurice’s natural talent when it comes to wielding a blade. Because of this, Chuck urges Maurice to join the city’s knights’ ranks since they were always looking for new members. And because Maurice feels guilty for freeloading basically, he agrees.

Maurice starts off at the lower ranks since he’s a new recruit. Although skilled with a sword, he’s sort of unsure of himself. Therefore he doesn’t succeed all that much. Eventually he learns of a retired knight, Rouge, and he goes for a visit hoping to learn more from her.

For reasons unknown yet, Rouge was quite hesitant to mentor Maurice. She herself wasn’t in the best condition. For one, she didn’t have wings. There was a cut off, so they were definitely there at one point. Eventually she gives in and mentors him and with her help he rises quickly in the ranks, earning more money for his family while also continuing to write poems on the side.

At one of Maurice and Rouge’s training sessions, the two had grown close. And soon enough, Rouge confides to Maurice, telling him he reminded her of a past friend. A friend that had gone down a lonely path after the incident. (There will be a flashback scene explaining everything that happened between Rouge and Lancelot on the battlefield and why they don’t speak anymore.) She doesn’t name names, so Maurice wouldn’t know she was talking about the Lancelot de Luc until later.

Maurice rises up the ranks to eventually work with the more esteemed knights, including the knights of the round table. All the while, Merlina has also taken sight of him and suspects he’s important to the town’s future. Pretty early on, he is unknown to the village since he hasn’t done anything to stick out and his unsure demeanor makes it hard for him to stick out regardless. Due to miscommunication, Gawain challenges him to a joust much to his dismay, but he ends up winning and gains favor amongst the townsfolk.

Past this point I don’t have many more specifics. The knights are often discharged into fights as dangerous fiends become more seen near the town. The king makes some questionable calls as well. There are times where the main knights go on quests that last days, slaying fiends or seeking things out.

During one expedition in particular, the four knights are on an overnight quest. Percival is mapping out their journey for the next day, Gawain is working on making a fire, and Lancelot is going to go into the nearby forest to find some food for them. Lancelot, wanting to help, offers to go with Lancelot. This scene in particular is inspired by the song ‘Open Arms’ and I’ll expand on this more when I write it

Romantic feelings eventually start to bloom even as the chaos continues to arise around Camelot. Maurice continues his poems and writes one about Lancelot. But because Lancelot doesn’t know Maurice is Sonic, it doesn’t lead to anything, though he does find that particular poem to be interesting.

More mysterious fiends start to show up, and in one particular battle, Maurice is presumed dead. Lancelot is distraught after losing someone else important to him AGAIN (ties back to his backstory with Rouge) He hyperfocuses on his duties again, his loyalty to his job and unknowingly corrupted king is stronger than ever.

Meanwhile, Maurice had flowed down a river, eventually leading to Nimue’s lake. He is saved by her and nursed back into good health. While he was out, it seems that the state of the kingdom had gotten worse. Some fiends had made it through, and it seemed like the king had grown more powerful in the courts. Nimue helps him realize the king is corrupted, and knowing that Lancelot is ever so loyal, he jumps back into action.

The first person he seeks out is Merlina. (I forgot to explain this before since I don’t know where to fit it yet. But Merlina had sought him out before, telling him he’d be a hero, helping the kingdom. But before, it sounded silly. But now he can see that the kingdom really did need help.) So he seeks her out in a forest, slaying beasts and navigating the harsh terrain to get to her.

When he eventually does, she’s solemn. She can see the future, but no longer does she see a future where he’s a hero and Camelot is saved. Instead, she sees a future where he and his beloved are slain. A future where evil reigns.

He doesn’t believe it and rushes back to Camelot. I’m not sure about specifics. But there’s a battle. Lancelot is still deluded by his loyalty to the king. There are fiends. But eventually there is a sacrifice. Lancelot takes a blade for Maurice, and enraged, Maurice takes the king down. There will be more details for that later but yeah.

I want to add more filler scenes to make it all feel real and connect but I don’t knowww. I also want to incorporate the sword in the stone and Maurice getting caliburn at some point but I don’t know!! If anyone is interested it has suggestions I’d love to hear ur opinions ^^

[basementnoodles]

MAGIC SYSTEM IN THE MAGICAL UNIVERSE ( MY AU )

Magic is usually categorized into two genres : Light magic and Dark magic.At this point in time, it is unclear on how the two genres are created.( Their are subcategories of magic, which I will get into another post )

Everyone possesses magic in some form or other. ( This is an alternate universe populated with an alien species guys, cmon. ) Magic is a skill that is hard to develop, so some might choose to never practice it at all.

Fairies : Fairies are beings that possess a magical inner core, which allow them to use their powers.Their powers are personalized, and are influenced by their homeworld/genetics.Their are predominantly female, although they are cases of male and other gender noncomforming fairies here and there.

Fairies develop their wings from the age 6-15 years old, sometimes even later.

Power ups :

Winx : The initial form that a fairy takes after transforming for the first time.Will remain unaltered until she powers up to charmix.

Charmix : A power boost.Will grant the user upgraded abilities and gives slight alterations to her outfit, such as a charm and a bag.Will be acquired when a fairy overcomes a serious problem or emotional turmoil.Most fairies never progress past this stage.

Enchantix : The " final " fairy form, and a requirement to become a guardian fairy of your planet. The requirement to earn it, is to save someone from your home planet at a great cost to yourself.The fairy will earn a total new outfit and additional magical abilities such as miniaturization and will finally access their fairydust, a magical property that allows themselves to heal, or break dark spells.If granted a boon, they can also gain three sets of wings called speedix,zoomix and tracix.

Additional transformations : Ontop of Enchantix, fairies have the power to access other transformations.Transformations either come from a natural source or can be developed by nymphs.

Known transformations ( as of writing this ) : Harmonix, Cosmix, Dreamix,Tynix...

Known fairies : The Winx, Faragonda, Griselda, King Radius

Dark Fairies :

Most fairies possess light magic, but some may run on dark magic.

Known Dark Fairies : Chimera, Mirta

Trans-magics : Their are cases of Fairies/Witches not identifying with their magics of origin, and as such they will " switch " magical orientations.Not much is yet known about the science behind the project, ( Haven't figured it out how to explain it logically ) but the process is long and tedious.

Witches and Warlocks :

Witches are magical beings like fairies, but they do not posses a magical core in the same way that fairies have.They pull from the world around them to power their ability ( I based this off of @ghostsprobably's idea on how witchcraft is used) ( Pls check their content out their Winx content gives me life ) That saying, they can still gain transformations, but it does not come to them as easily as it comes it may get to a fairy.

Witches exclusively rely on dark magic, but like fairies, their are instances of their being light witches.

They have a mixed population, their male equivalent being reffered to as Warlocks ( not to be confuzed with Wizards ) Gender Neutral or noncomforming individuals refer to themselves as wixen.

Power ups :

Witch : A witch achieves a point in her magical career when she can create a witch form for herself.A witch's transformation slowly grows and wraps around the user ( based off on the witch transformation in the comics )

High Witch : Mature Witch ( Natural counterpart to enchantix )

Dark Nymph ( Name in progress ) : Fairy equivalent to the Nymph transformation

Additional transformations : Whist not as common as Fairy transformations, Witches can pursue some transformations if they so choose. Ex : Sirenix, faunix ( butterflix ).....

Additionally,Witches benefit of using magical artifacts to boost their magic, such as whysperian crystals, spellbooks, potions...They can also bond with a familiar if they so choose.

Known Witches : The Trix, Lucy

Known High Witches : Headmistress Griffin, Mandragora

Wizards : Predominantly Male branch.Wizard power is inherited, and as such they can develop specialized skills.The magic type that Wizards use varies on the person.

Because magic comes to them harder, they use magical artifacts to harness their magic.Trainee wizards use simple wands, but once they reach complete mastery of their power, it will transform itself into a magical artifact that ressembles its wielder most.It may turn into a more elaborate wand, but staffs seem to be more common, although their have been cases of magical rings, armguards and pendants.

Wizards do have specialized skills and do get a magical title.( Example : Headmaster Saladin of Red Fountain, Wizard of Energy )

Power-ups :

Unlike Witches and Fairies, a wizard doesn't get a physical transformation.Their physical appearance only changes unless they get to paladin stage.

Recieve wand

Wand maturity

Paladinhood ( A select few can upgrade )

Known Wizards : Nabu,Saladin,Helia

Paladins : Referred to as the wizard equivalent of Enchantix, only achieved when a wizard achieves a truly remarkable feat of magic.Wielders will then sprout wings in the color of their magical aura, and will be able to use their powers without exclusive reliance on their magical weapon.

Witches, Warlocks and Wizards sometimes face stigma from the public eye for practicing their magic, so some might use titles such as Enchanter/Enchantress,Sorcerer/Sorceress but they are just honorifics.

Rangers :

Requirements : None, although nature magic is prefered.

Although mostly stationed on nature planets such as Lymphea, the rangers serve as protectors of nature magic, upholding the balance that Mother nature set in place for the world and fighting against wild magic.

Instead on focusing on physical output, they practice inner magic, meaning that instead of going outwards, their magic strenghens them from the inside, giving them enhanced endurance, better eyesight, increased awareness...

Uniform : Crimson red, with leaf-like elements and a gem on their chest.

Power ups :

Like Wizards, the Rangers gain no physical magical transformation.

Known Rangers : Nex

Specialist ( also known as " heroes" ) :

A relatively new profession, Specialists are a task force that are primarily backed by technological advancements and inner magic.They go to serve all corners of the magical dimension, aiding on missions where magic isn't always effective/practical.Most tend to become soldiers, police force, freelance workers...

Uniform :

Trainee : A Blue and White spandex suit with a sky blue cape, which is clipped with a gem.Can be modified according to the situation that the person finds themselves in.

Specialists focus on inner magic, but not as much as the Rangers do.They only learn the bare minimum needed to survive and that's it.

Specialists can work with Dragons, sometimes even bonding with them.

Power ups :

Once a specialist graduates from red fountain, their chip will be disconnected from the school, and their weapons will be upgraded to become more complex.

Known Specialists : Sky,Brandon,Riven,Helia,Timmy, Codatorta, Saladin

Earth Fairies are a classification of their own, and their magics are considered their own type of magic entirely.I have a post, which you can see here, but i think im going to go and rewrite some things since its been so long....

That's all ive got for now folks, thank you for tuning in to my infodump !