#it doesn’t matter how much you wanna fix people and make them better you will be traumatized by the end girl

[stubbornflood]

i wish i could time travel and grab my younger self by the hand and say please don’t give multiple chances to shitty people come on girl we gotta go

[astrobydalia]

🪐 Astro Observations!!!✨

Happy 2024 babes! Here’s to another year sharing astrology stuff with all of you 🤩

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Yes water moons have great intuition and could be psychic but I very often notice they tend to allow their personal feelings interfere with their decisions and could tend to not follow their intuition as much. The ones that have a more reliable or unbiased intuition imo are Earth moons and Aquarius moon.

Scorpio Venus really do gravitate to unhealthy relationships… All their connections tend to have unfair or imbalanced dynamics to them where there’s no equal give and take. They believe love means throwing yourself and your life away for another person (or they expect someone to give everything away for them) with little to nothing in return. They may not understand the difference between deep intimacy and unhealthy attachment

Libra placements and their ability to appear likable even when they have the shittiest personality deep down

In my opinion Moon is the most important planet if you really wanna begin to know someone at their core. Ultimately no planet can give you full info without the context of the whole chart tho (#AllPlanetsMatter), but you can really uncarcarve sm about someone just by moon placement/aspects/degree, etc. Moon rules your needs and so it really cements your personality and its an energy that you'll project in so many areas of your life (relationships, career, etc)

Fixed Mars are ARGUMENTATIVE fr fr. They need to have the last word and will die on that hill if they have to💀Honorable mention: Virgo/Gemini Mars due to Mercury influence but they’re more about friendly banter and aren’t as stubborn

80% of Aries Moons I've met were very philosophical/spiritual/religious. They can develop a self-awareness that gives them a lot of wisdom. The other 20% were just adult toddlers and very egotistic...

Capricorn placements and their internalized elitism. They really do believe some people are better than others which is the shadow of Capricorn unfortunately

Aquarius Moons are some of the most traumatized people I know fr fr. Whenever I get to know their life and backstory Im always like bro….😶😶 It makes me so sad cause they always bring such good vibes everywhere (they have a playful aura) when in reality there’s a depth of pain underneath you wouldn’t even fathom through that unbothered persona. The OG misunderstood.

We all know Scorpio is all about depth, intensity and looking beyond the surface but I’ve very often observed the exact opposite in scorpio placements. They could tend to be very superficial, greedy and materialistic, more obsessed with wealth and status than any earth placement (it all comes down to power). In such cases their interest in occult or deep topics could also be superficial or opportunistic, like they only see it as something that could give them a leg up in life or help them avoid unseen threats but that's about it.

Cancer Risings do not come across as sensitive at all. They tend to have a rather sassy personality and are pretty defensive 90% of the time tbh. Think about it, are crabs 🦀 cute and cuddly? No, you actually actually have to be very careful around one cause they sting lol. They do wear their heart on their sleeves and are very sensitive and perceptive but because of this they constantly feel like their vulnerability is out for everyone to see hence the guarded attitude.

^I've also noticed they are VERY opinionated and will hold on very tightly to how they think/feel about something. This results in having a reputation for being kinda bold and sharp (Aries 10th). Pro tip: do NOT question these native's morals or integrity unless you wanna see a very snappy side to them, they respond very very very badly if you even insinuate that they might be hypocritical in their values/what matters to them

The interpretation that Aquarius in the 4th house means you’re an outcasted black sheep in the family low-key doesn’t make sense to me tbh. Aquarius is the sign of camaraderie, friendship, inclusivity and community. All the people that I’ve seen with this placement were actually very bonded to their roots and considered their family (and the people they bonded with during childhood) to be "their people" (they also keep their friends close to heart). These natives do tend to distinct themselves as they grow up but this is due to Leo 10th house. I've noticed their family is in general very supportive of them or at the very least they received some input in their upbringing that made them feel special and/or like their uniqueness was celebrated. Feel free to share your opinion/experience tho

I've noticed Virgo Mars people have a perfect balance between being confident in themselves and fulling trusting their abilities while also staying humble and acknowledge room for improvement. Very mature and self-accountable and they're also great people to work with cause they are highly appreciative of good contribution

Sagittarius placements and their ability to be casually rude in a charming way??? 😭

Moon in the 10th house do not have a reputation for being emotional at all, it's quite the opposite they dislike exposing their feelings like that. A lot of their energy is spent trying to appear put-together and emotionally stable. The ones I've noticed have a reputation for being moody or sensitive are Mars in the 10th house

Venus-Moon aspects probably grew up in an environment that fed up this idea they had to be beautiful and conventionally likable in order to be worthy of love. These natives tend to base their self-worth on the amount of emotional validation they get from others and struggle telling the difference between kindness and love

A couple notes on everyone’s fave topic: 8th house synastry

We all know this overlay deals with power dynamics. On a general basis I’ve noticed it’s the planet person who tends to have the upper hand. Exeption: Moon. When your moon falls in someone’s 8th house you tend to be vulnerable one due to the soft nature of this planet, but the house person secretly feels more intimidated

You will NAWT be able to keep secrets from someone you have 8th house synastry with specially if you’re the house person. Sooner or later they’ll see through you, circumstances might force you to expose yourself or you’ll simply feel drawn to revealing the truth to them. With water synastry in general you will feel drawn to share more deep or hidden parts of yourself/your life but with the 8th house you can’t help it, like there’s almost an accusatory tension between the two that grows the more you try to hide something from them

Something I see no one mentioning about 8th house synastry is the planet person always feels intimidated by the house person's success. The planet person will try to take part in the house person's success by taking some credit and have a sense of control over what belongs to the house person, it's giving Kanye's "I made that bitch famous". At best the planet person would want to help boost the house person's endeavors. Either way, when someone's planets land on your 8th house, you will never feel like something is completely yours anymore, somehow the planet person will "take" something away from you that you can't get back making you feel like you owe them or they owe you something big (8th house=debt), which is why this overlay very often goes south and tends to be very depleting.

If we're talking business (which 8th house deals with that) the house person is likely to take a risk on the planet person, invest on them (can be money, time, resources, trust, etc) in hopes that it'll pay off. The house person is most likely to loose something from their involvement with the planet person, but they can also gain a lot from the planet person if the investment pays off. In either case, one could tend to exploit the other if there’s any ill intent from the individual

Water mars people are very smothering in their affection tbh. Once you’ve been chosen, get ready to be bombarded by their attention a bit more each time. Secret stalker vibes.This doesn’t always mean they love you tho, if underdeveloped they may want to “bond” in order to have emotional control over you and use you. For them it’s easy to get what they want through manipulation so leading people on or fooling around is something they tend to do a lot

Going back to the affection topic, water venus are smothering too but they go about their obsession devotion in a much more soft and non-domineering way where they give a lot of power away to their partner

People with Gemini+Scorpio placements in their chart embody the mischievous trickster archetype fr fr. They’re funny but also a menace. Have an ease to become that type of deceitful manipulator who thrives in chaos

I have a theory that your Moon represents the kind of bond or relationship you have with your mother but Ceres represents how your mother actually is

Capricorn and Scorpio placements are huge tsunderes imo 😭

Chiron in Sagittarius/9th house have become disappointed with religious and/or academic institutions. For them both systems are essentially flawed and don't work or don't make sense

+When it comes to religion I've seen a lot of them being atheist and skeptics. Some others still believed in god/universe/etc. but they did not want to support any stablished religious institution and instead have preferred to craft their own belief system. In both cases, they saw the institutionalization of believe systems as something that hindered their freedom of thought and expansion

+When it comes to academics a very similar thing happens. They felt like collage and the educational system restricted their mind instead of expanding it so they just preferred to walk their own path and find growth elsewhere. A friend of mine with this placement quit collage and the other people I've seen who did finish it all said they had a kinda dreadful and/or unfulfilling collage experience which they low-key regret

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the house where you have your pluto, that’s because you gave your power away to the opposite house. For example, if you have Pluto in the 5th house and you felt powerless when it comes to expression, your creativity, etc that’s because you gave too much power to the public opinion/peer pressure (11th house) and what they may say about you if you express yourself genuinely

Scorpio Moons always battle with that "am I a good person?", "am I a monster deep down?" inner conflict. They are more in touch with darker emotions and experiences than the average person so for them it's particularly easy to channel their shadow. This can often make them doubt their own integrity or think they are doomed to never feel happiness and inner peace. This is moon's debilitation for a reason, their inner emotional world is ruled by chaos and turmoil and they tend to be a bit too comfortable (moon) in toxicity and drama, nothing is ever light-hearted for them. If developed this ability of staying in touch with the shadow side of things can actually give them lots of awareness and resilience for the darker sides of the world as well as a very solid moral compass and compassion

Leo Moons likely had grandiose standards forced on them that inflated their self-importance. It's giving "mommy told me I am the best and most special of all" which is great but now they be carrying that mindset for the rest of their lives and this is where lot of their infamous sensitivity and fragile ego comes from cause not fulfilling these standards deeply hurts their heart. In consequence they tend to be more unprepared to accept humbling experiences that'll make them mature

virgo risings are funny!!!! I haven't seen anyone mention this, but every virgo rising I've met cracked me UP, they are so witty and never misse a chance to throw in a cheeky joke every 2 minutes. I think this is overlooked because they keep a rather awkward demeanor to them which often makes for a rather dry delivery. Best examples of this are Ryan Raynolds, Keanue Reeves, Emma Watson, Cole Sprouse...

Also, all Virgo risings I've met tend to come across as huge snobs so it's very common that people don't take their humor or friendliness seriously

Honestly I've noticed this theme with Virgo/6th house inner placements in general where their judgemental nature always makes them unfriendly or snarky to some degree. They can be the kind of people who are never happy with anything and always have a bone to pick.

My main theory as to why Leo risings are the most shy out of all Leo placements is because a lot of them grew up in very problematic and dysfunctional families (Scorpio 4th house) where they were shamed for showing vulnerability or being genuine (Cancer 12th house)

I’ve noticed Aries Suns and Capricorn Suns tend to relate a lot to their fathers, they tend to have very similar character traits as their fathers. For good or for bad their relationship with their father is always very important in their personality.

I find that LEO Suns and Sagittarius Suns always be having daddy issues tho like 😭😭😭😭

One thing about Capricorn is they can be literal billionaires and yet will still refuse to spend a dime on something they think is not worth it

Mutable Moons don’t commit 10000% to things, they’re the type to always have a foot out just in case. They're most likely to commit to things if they don't feel forced or expected to stay permanently

Cardinal energy is very consistent and responsable. People with prominent cardinal placements have a really developed sense of agency, focus and direction (imo this will be more obvious with moon, mars and asc). There's something about them that always gives me this put together "I've got this" kinda vibe, they always seem like they've got it together and always know what to do even when they're lost.

Fixed mercuries and their inability to understand or accept that two different points can be true

Sun/Leo in the 3rd house could want to have a nice car, an expensive or luxurious car from a well-known brand

I’ve seen people saying Venus-Mars conjunction gives it girl vibes. This is also HIGHLY true for Mars-ruled Venus (Aries/Scorpio Venus) or Venus-ruled Mars (Libra/Taurus Mars)

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[daengtokki]

For Seubgmin's birthday countdown, could I request an apocalypse scenario where Seungmin is worried about reader coming back late from going out to get resources and thinking something might have happened to her. Like he's worried and catastrophizing and maybe they got into a small argument before she left so now he's scared his last words to her were ones of anger but he was just concerned about her safety going out alone? 💘💓💖💗❤️

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: ~1.2k

rating: post-apocalyptic fluff

Day 2 of Seungmin's birthday oneshot countdown!

Seven hours...it isn’t that long…eight hours? he thinks. No, not really, considering how long he and the others have taken before. But he knows how uncertain the usual paths in and out are, and how many there are to take. At any moment, one can be completely wiped from the map. Before you get back, he thinks again. The horrible, intrusive thoughts that won’t go away until they run through his mind, so he lets them. It could happen before you even start back home.

“Okay, enough,” he tells himself, out loud this time, and it’s strange hearing his own voice echo in the room. Seungmin heads for the doorway, and peeks outside. The others are here, most of them, crowded around a bonfire, laughing and drinking. Why didn’t anybody go with you? He knows why. It’s because you didn’t ask anyone to go along, because you’re stubborn and used to being alone. And angry at him, probably.

This is all his fault. He sets his palm against his forehead and tries to gauge his temperature, but he’s no good at this. If you were here, you could tell if it went down from this morning, or up, or stayed the same. But it doesn’t matter, he feels well enough if you don’t count the horrible nauseated feeling in his gut, or the tightness in his chest. Sucking in a deep breath takes effort, but he manages.

You’d laugh at him and pinch his cheeks if you saw him so worried, tease him mercilessly until he couldn’t come back from it. Were it anyone else, they wouldn’t stand a chance against Seungmin, but you beat him at his own game every time.

“Please…” he starts again, speaking to the floor as he starts to strip and head for the bed. “Please,” spread eagle on top of the blankets, eyes fixed on the ceilings. “Just come back. I can’t do this alone.”

~

"Minnie…I can call you that? Are you sure?"

"Of course I’m sure"

"Well, I heard you giving someone attitude when they called you that before…when I first got here."

You’re right, he hates the nickname coming from most people. He used to like it, months ago when the world was still in one piece, but everything is different now. There’s not much space left for that kind of softness, not to him. But…

'I did, you’re right. You can call me Minnie."

A roll of thunder in the distance makes his stomach sink and his heart thump in his throat. He can’t think straight enough to figure out if it’s coming from the direction you most likely went.

“You’re not going anywhere with a fever, Minnie. Get back into bed.”

“And you don’t have to go at all. Leaving when you’re mad won’t make things better.”

“I’m not mad”

“You should be. Why aren’t you pissed at me?"

"Because I love you, and I don’t wanna be angry. I was hoping you felt the same."

He stares, frozen. Again.

"No?"

The words never come out, even though he desperately wants them to, so he ends up looking like an asshole.

~

“I love you, too.” Seungmin stares up at his outstretched hand, letting his perception switch from the ceiling, to the jagged scar across his knuckles. Lightning flashes, and he jumps when thunder cracks, much closer this time. “I do.”

The slow start of rain brings everything crashing down on him. You’re out there in this—the thunder, and the lightning. He left you go when he could have stopped you. Seungmin closes his eyes, and he knows his mind will keep going, but the fever will at least put him to sleep.

It does. Everything quiets, and slowly slips away.

He dreams of you, a fever dream…everything is slow and strange. But it’s so real. Maybe he can tell you here, and you’ll feel it wherever you are. But he moves his mouth, and the words stick in his throat. Just like in his waking life. And just like you…your words do come out… Minnie

It feels good to hear your voice, even far away and in a dream. You’re burning up, sweetie…

Seungmin’s eyes open to a blur of light and colors. The lamplight, he can smell the oil. Candles. The smell of rain and something else. It’s you. He knows that scent; you, after working and sweating in the heat all day. Seungmin is feral for it, and everything else about you. Finally, you come into view. You’re drenched, and muddy.

“You’re home.” He smiles. Or tries to. His muscles don’t seem to be working yet. “I was so worried.”

“You were worried? Have you had any water while I was gone?”

No, he doesn’t think he had a drop all day. “A little.”

“I found some yarrow, but then I found more aspirin, so we’ll start with that.”

He and his stupid fever, that’s why you left? "It would have broken eventually," he’s sure, but that’s not good enough for you. “You could have gotten hurt, or lost…or worse.”

“It hasn’t gone down for three days, but it will now. And I never get lost. Sit up.”

Even your softest voice is a little demanding, and he loves it. You hand him two little pills, and Seungmin swallows them down with his first drink of water all day.

“Good boy,” You barely get the words about before he’s reaching for you. Seungmin brings you closer, and wraps his arms so tight around you—he’s not sure where the strength to do it came from.

“I’m sorry,” he tugs at your jacket and your shirt to find skin to kiss, “I’m an ass.” He savors the taste, the salt of the rain, and your sweat.

“No you’re not, Minnie”

He pulls more, and you let him continue. Seungmin kisses and nips across your chest, pulls you onto his lap, and buries you in his embrace. “I was today.”

“You haven’t been feeling well”

“I should’ve told you how much I love you.” Your lips feel cool against his burning skin. He loosens his grip so you can pull away and look at him. “Oh, you’re hurt.” He takes your arm and holds it gently, runs his fingers up and down the deep scratches, still fresh and angry looking.

“It’s nothing”

The heat from his hands and lips probably sting, but if so, you don’t show it. “So I’m telling you now.” Seungmin kisses up your arm and tastes the blood, comes back down, kisses your wrist and your palm. He grabs both of your hands and places them on his cheeks, damp from sweat. “And you’re not leaving my sight ever again.”

“But you show me all the time.” You kiss his neck again, and his cheek, and the tip of his warm nose.

Seungmin holds you there, “can I show you right now?” He asks, but takes a kiss before you answer—deep and messy and fever-warm like the rest of him. “Please.”

“That would be very irresponsible of me”

“But you love being irresponsible,” he says into your mouth. Seungmin doesn’t want to let go of your lips now that he has them back.

“You’re right, I do”

[live-laugh-legolas]

FOR UR FELLOWSHIP REQUEST THING maybe the fellowship with an depressed reader? like how each of them would treat the reader (i wanted to go for su1c1d@l but idk if ur chill with it(ONLY IF U WANNA))

Remember that you are not alone so please reach out for help. There are hotlines to call/text if you are struggling, suicidal, or in a crisis

My messages are always open if you want to talk but I am no replacement for professional help and support of your loved ones

The fellowship x depressed!reader

Aragorn:

-He recognizes the signs quickly

-I imagine he’s had his bouts of depression

-He definitely takes a very gentle approach

-Offering a shoulder and an ear

-He’s kinda an unpaid and unlicensed therapist

-He gives lots of tips on how to keep going in your daily life

-For some people depression is kind of a way of life; you have to learn to live with it

Legolas:

-He doesn’t fully understand at first

-To elves, depression is really only experienced after loss

-So to have it chronically is a new concept to him

-He’s remorseful that you feel so low and he knows there isn’t much he can do

-But he will try

-He will force you to get up and out of bed, even if he has to throw you over his shoulder to get you some fresh air

-He will constantly point out little beautiful things to be grateful for; little joys

-Maybe it’s the smell of dawn or crunchy fall leaves

-Or maybe it’s him; he is very insistent that you would miss him most

Gimli:

-I literally love this dwarf so much; he would be such a cutie that you can’t help but smile at him

-Like he is so gentle and patient with you; which is saying something because dwarves are not patient beings

-He isn’t someone who will beat around the bush though; he will very bluntly tell you your worth and why he and everyone else needs and wants you around

-He gets you involved in anything he can

-Is it against your will? Maybe

-But I’ve found I sometimes end up feeling a little better and enjoy the time out even after I’ve bitched about it and my friend had to drag me out of the house by my hair

Boromir:

-Big brother mode is always active so he picks up on your subtle changes very fast

-Maybe even before you do

-He will tell you stuff like “even if you can’t, you must”

-Wether or not you find that helpful or not; just know he’s trying

-His experience with depression is seeing it with his soldiers

-And that’s the sort of thing he tells them so he just kinda hopes can be applied to you

-He is very action oriented; I think he may have a difficult time sympathizing with not feeling able to get up and do anything

-But damnit if he doesn’t try; he wants you to tell him everything so he can learn and be of better support

-He also gives the best hugs

Frodo:

-He is a very steady friend

-Like he’s not going anywhere; no matter how dark things look he’s still there with a torch

-He makes you go on walks like clockwork to give you some feeling of routine

-He always invites you over because if he can’t help he’s sure Bilbo can

-How can you be sad when talking to Bilbo?

-Well actually he talks a lot so maybe it’s a bit exhausting; but it’s a kind thought

Sam:

-So Sam wants to help so bad; the idea that he can’t fix it doesn’t sit well with him so he will keep trying

-He will help with tasks obviously because acts of service is his love language

-But I also imagine him trying to give comfort but not in the “let me hug you and you can cry on my shoulder way”

-More so in the “look at this photo of a piglet in rain-boots! You can’t be sad while looking at that!”

-Yes you can because that’s not how depression works but still; you put on a smile anyway because he’s just so adorable and he’s trying his best

-This may turn into a sort of “fake it till you make it” situation where eventually you may feel better from his antics

Merry:

-We know this hobbit likes to plan things and is always up for adventure with his friends

-And he’s basically Sherlock of the hobbits so you don’t have to say anything for him to read you like an open book

-He will set you a schedule and will hold you to it by joining you

-He’s not going to go easy on you ngl

-Not in a mean way; but he won’t give you a day to take a break and stay in bed

-Even if you have to half ass everything; you will be doing something

-“you don’t need to wash your hair but you do need to sit in this tub for at least 10 minutes”

-This can feel exhausting at the time and may make you snap at him sometimes but he’s determined because he loves you

-And sometimes tough love is the most helpful

Pippin:

-Can’t get out of bed?

-Don’t worry! Pippin won’t let you be lonely

-He won’t always drag you out of bed. Instead he will join you and talk your ear off

-He brings the “fun” to you

-With the hope that he will either annoy you so much you get up

-Or that his stories give you some level of intrigue to want to go out and see whatever it was he is talking about

Gandalf:

-This is a very old man, he’s seen depression in all states and forms

-He’s a quiet type of comfort

-He definitely says some vague poetic shit that isn’t necessarily helpful but it does have a meaningful lesson

-Offers his pipe

-He is also sort of they type that you are a little afraid to disobey

-Like if he tells you to get outside more; even if you don’t see him, he knows if you have or haven’t

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Idk how good this is. I personally do have depression so I know my own experiences with how it affects me, but it shows in different ways for everyone. In terms of comfort and support I’m not fully sure this does any justice, hopefully it’s a little comforting. I have a great support system but I’m notorious for being too stubborn to accept help. Don’t do that by the way, because eventually it will likely stop coming. Let your friends and family support you; it’s not out of pity; it’s because they care and want to help in anyway they can even if that just means checking to make sure you are alive each morning to let you know they are there.

Anyone can message me if they need someone to talk to. I’m no therapist or expert in any sense but I can be a friend :)

[velchronica]

pov. ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ itoshi rin

i wanna love me the way that you love me

for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

i’d love to see me from your point of view

or, itoshi rin loves you, infinitely, even when you’re struggling to find reasons why he should

content: insecurity (physical & emotional), hurt/comfort, pro footballer!rin, gn!reader, non-celeb!reader, established relationship, sfw

wc: 1.4k

rin always holds you close and let you cry into the crook of his neck when you need him the most, rubbing soothing circles onto your back, comforting and warm. he doesn’t complain about the tear stains on his shirt—instead, he stays there with you in his arms for hours on end. it’s as if there isn’t anything in the world that could move him until you’ve had enough of him.

rin is always understanding. he’s had his own depressive episodes—(often sae-related) symptoms of his unresolved abandonment issues, the fear of not being good enough. yet in those difficult moments, the one who’d worked through all of it with him had been you. so it’s only natural rin plays his part to repay you, to show gratitude for the fact you’re in his life.

life can be cruel, and the world can be cold. people can be both, even if they don’t mean to be. but rin is neither when it comes to you.

some days are better than others, and others may be worse than most. but no matter what’s led to your subsequent breakdown, rin doesn’t question it, he simply lets you cry it out. and if you’re willing to let go of him for a short moment, he’ll be back in no time after making some hot cocoa and getting your favourite sweet snacks, and he’ll carry you—clinging onto him like a baby koala—to your shared bedroom.

once you’re both comfortably sprawled across the bed with a variety of scrumptious delicacies on your bedside cabinet, you muster up the courage to speak up. rin is attentive: his eyes never leave you once while you rant, but his gaze never grows bored, nor does it show signs of it being childish indulgence or empty support. no, rin will sympathise, and never does less than his best to help you through it.

insecurity is not linear, nor is grief or worry. most of the time, there’s no trigger, nor is it a culmination of many miseries. it isn’t straightforward at all, not something that can be ‘fixed’. you’re not ‘broken’ for feeling that way. you’re human, that’s all there is to it.

to be honest, when you tell rin that you sometimes feel unworthy to be by his side, he doesn’t understand. “you’re the itoshi rin, and i’m, well, this,” you say, scoffing a little at the end.

he doesn’t get how you can undermine yourself like that, how you don’t see all the things—whether they’re as easy to spot as the sky above or a miniscule thing even you’re unaware of yourself—that make you so beautiful. to rin, you’re divine. heaven on earth is your feather-light touch, your smile when you look at him, your laughter whenever rin makes a sour face as if he’s just bitten into a lemon because someone’s annoyed him. heaven is every moment he spends with you.

somehow—god knows how—you don’t see that.

sometimes loving rin is all you know, but other times you know he’s so gorgeous that he catches the eye and captures the hearts of all who pass him by. in your eyes, you’re by no means special, but he is. rin’s beautiful in the way his brows furrow when he wakes up in the morning, thick, dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as they begrudgingly blink up. the world knows rin’s beautiful, too, because you see it under every post he makes on social media. you know the world loves rin (maybe just not as much as you do) when they scream his name as he walks onto the pitch. he’s like an idol, the way they treat him, with the name banners and the feral fans.

you don’t blame them. who can resist itoshi rin?

you don’t understand how rin can love you, when your ‘imperfections’ are all you can see when you look in the mirror. when you compare your body to that of the celebs that rin’s fans ship him with, or nonsense gossip magazines photoshop him with, because you can imagine rin with someone else—someone more beautiful, more talented. surely there’s a million other alternatives. surely someone as beautiful and special as rin deserves someone equally beautiful and special, someone who can match him, someone deserving.

“sometimes i think you deserve better than me. you’re too good for someone like me.”

when the truth you’d buried comes tumbling out your mouth one night, rin simply cannot comprehend how you could possibly think that. if anything, you’re the one who deserves better than him, right? you simply just settled for him, when you could’ve done much better.

“how could i ever want anyone who isn’t you?” rin says, gritting his teeth. “how can you say you’re undeserving?”

and he pulls you into the most devastating kiss, his hands roaming your beautiful body, every edge and every curve, warm and strong. your hands claw at his shoulders, grasping, and you’re breathless as rin’s lips leave yours momentarily, before they’re slamming back into yours once more.

“you’re beautiful,” rin confesses against your lips, before drawing back. something warm falls on your cheek. when your eyes refocus, rin’s crying. “i love everything about you. all that you are. i can’t explain it. i don’t need to pinpoint your best feature when everything about you is the best. you don’t need to be perfect. i don’t believe in that shit anymore. i just want you to be yourself. i want you to be proud of who you are, and i want you to be happy when you’re with me.”

you reach up to wipe rin’s tears away, feeling your own eyes sting with the telltale warning of your tears’ return. however, rin simply takes your hand in his own, and holds it against his cheek.

“i could spend the rest of my life telling you all the things i love about you, because i’d have to talk about everything about you,” rin says, and your breath hitches in your throat. your boyfriend is a man of few words, he’s always been a patient listener when it comes to you. confessing that he’s willing to talk about everything he loves about you for the rest of his life isn’t a small feat.

the day you broke down rin’s walls and entered his monochrome world, he began to believe in love again. and now he’s learned to simply love again, he’s not going to stop loving you.

and now you’re tearing up again. “i wish i could love myself as much as you love me,” you whisper. “there’s so much i hate about myself.” the words don’t roll off your tongue easily—they’re hesitant, reluctant, like a secret.

“then let me love you,” rin says. “i’ll love all the things you love about yourself and the things you hate about yourself. i’ll love you so much that you’ll learn to love the things you hate about yourself. i’ll remind you of how much i love everything you are, every day, whenever you need me, always.” his turquoise eyes are ablaze, and they look like blue-green flames, scorching with passion and love. “if you don’t want to face your fears alone, i’ll be with you. if you want time to yourself, i’ll wait for you. i’ll keep loving you, even when you’ve forgotten how to love yourself.”

when he pulls you close again, you rest your head against his torso, and you can hear the racing rhythm of his beating heart. in his arms, you feel warm, complete.

“i love you, rin. thank you. i think i really needed that today.”

rin exhales shakily, and you feel the vibration of his chest. “i love you. so damn much.” his hold of you tightens slightly, gentle but protective. “i love you because of who you are. if you decide to change for yourself, i’ll still love you. if you can’t love yourself, i love you for all the self-love you’re missing. and i’ll never stop loving you. don’t you dare forget that.”

© velchronica 2024

[mousy-nona]

I feel like a fic potentially focusing on Lucifer’s depression would be really interesting! That is, like.. Alastor can’t let the hotel be seen with a king (who’s a sniffling whiny bitch). Its sadly more beneficial to have him revered in this particular instance, so he’s determined to “fix” it? Idk how in character that prompt is, but I figured sending it to you wouldn’t hurt!!

TW: heavy stuff halfway through -- depression; angst.

There were some days Lucifer couldn’t get out of bed.

There was nothing particularly wrong with him. Which made it all the more embarrassing, which made it harder to explain, which made it easier to stay in bed and hide from the world, and so on and so forth…

Get up, the Stern Lucifer in his head said, sternly. You have the Assembly today. What’ll the Sins think if you don’t show up?

“Don’ wanna,” he groaned and tossed the covers over his head. The darkness was soothing. He let his eyes slip closed. Just one more minute…

“People are beginning to talk.” 

He bolted upright, his eyes growing so wide he was worried they might actually pop out of his skull.

“Alastor? What the Hell are you doing on my bed?”

Because he was. On the far edge. Sitting with his legs crossed. As casually as if this was the kind of thing regular people did every day: break into the King of Hell’s room and sit on his bed.

(Not that Lucifer hadn’t thought about the demon in his bed before, but usually it was in the damn thing and with a lot less clothes and what the actual Hell was he thinking right now?) 

“People are beginning to talk.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Yes. Because I don’t think you heard me the first time.” Alastor eyed him, clearly unimpressed by what he saw. It had the odd effect of making Lucifer want to punch the demon in the nose and pull the covers over his head at the same time. “If you don’t get up in the next five minutes, you’ll be late for the meeting.”

“Oh, who cares?” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. “It doesn’t matter whether I’m there or not. They’ll squabble and Ozzie will flirt and Beezlebub will try to get everyone drunk and Mammon will drive everyone up the wall with new pyramid schemes.” 

Alastor tilted his head almost a full 45 degrees. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Was the man half-owl? A mean gleam shimmered just below the surface, turning his eyes into bloody rubies. “If you hate ruling so much, why not just give up the crown? Let someone better take it.”

“Oh?” Lucifer snorted. “Sounds like you have someone in mind.” 

Alastor sighed, as melodramatic as a soap opera. “Alas, I would – but I doubt the six Sins would listen to lil’ ol’ me.” His accent slipped from transatlantic to all New Orleans, and Lucifer found himself hanging on every word. Southern suited the demon, was just as much Alastor as the color red and his old fashioned suits.

He shook himself out of it, snorting. “Please. Try the humble pie act somewhere else. You’ve never thought of yourself as little even once in your life.” 

“Caught in the act!” The demon sang.

There was a long moment of silence as Lucifer hugged his blankets to himself and Alastor hummed some blues under his breath.

“How do you do it?” Lucifer said suddenly, and blushed, ducking his head back into his knees.

“Do what?” 

If Alastor had looked even the tiniest bit mocking, or teasing, or annoyed, Lucifer would have dove into his blankets and that would have been that. No meeting, no big Assembly, the entirety of Hell could go to…well, Hell, for all he cared. 

But Alastor seemed honestly curious. Not soft, never that, but he was looking at Lucifer as if he actually cared what he had to say. 

“How do you keep going every day?” 

With anyone else, he would have apologized immediately for worrying them. Charlie would have started crying and immediately urging him to go see someone about his problem. Lilith would have listened, but a part of her would have been writing up her list of to-dos for the day. And anyone else – well. 

He didn’t have anyone else. 

That was part of the problem though, wasn’t it? 

But because Alastor was a cold, callous bastard, he didn’t have to apologize. He could just be honest. Already he was starting to feel some of the weight fall off his shoulders, as if carrying the words around had been half the battle. 

Alastor tapped his cane on the ground. “Because I have half a doe in the fridge, plans with Rosie next Tuesday, and in a few months I fully intend to rule Hell.”

The last one caught Lucifer completely by surprise. He half-snorted, half-coughed into the crook of his arm. “Excuse me?” He squeaked. “Should I be alarmed?” 

“Absolutely not, my dear.” When Alastor grinned, there was something remarkably predator about it. “Didn’t you hear me say the Sins would never listen to me? I couldn't do it alone.”

“But then how do you intend…” Lucifer stopped, and his cheeks turned an absolutely brilliant shade of scarlet. “You– you– you don’t mean?”

“Ah, there we go,” Alastor said. “Took you long enough. It’s a good thing you’ve got a pretty face, hmm?”

“I’m married!” 

Alastor leaned forward. For one brief second Lucifer thought he was going to kiss him – but instead, he pat him on the head, as if he was an overgrown toddler. “My dear…one wedding ring does not a marriage make.”

Lucifer scrambled out of bed and tumbled to the floor in his hurry to get away from the complete and utter madman. 

“Ah, good! You’re up!” Alastor snapped to attention, bustling about as he got Lucifer’s outfit prepared for the day with the grace and ease of a seasoned valet. 

Lucifer took the proffered outfit, gaping up at the demon looming above him like – a nightmare? A dream? You could never tell which was which when it came to the Radio Demon. “Were you trying to get me out of bed this entire time?” 

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

“No!” He spluttered, his cheeks once against stained wine-red. “So all that stuff about – wanting to rule Hell was…?” He would absolutely explode if he had to complete the sentence.

“Perhaps if you get up in the next–” Alastor checked his bare wrist, no watch in sight. “Two minutes, I’ll let you know.” 

The man is absolutely bonkers, Lucifer thought, but he did pick himself up off the ground and start getting ready. For some reason, it wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been earlier this morning – not when Alastor was there to confuse, entice, confuse, ridicule him. 

Alastor walked jauntily towards the door, but paused with his hand on the knob. 

“One step at a time,” he said suddenly. 

“Excuse me?” 

Alastor graced him with his patented I have been saddled with an idiot look. “You asked me how I keep going. I take it one step at a time.” 

Then he was gone. Lucifer stared at the outfit he’d left for him -- it was his favorite suit, with gold accents and ruby highlights. When had Alastor bothered to notice?

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

One step at a time, huh? He could do that.

[scarletts-scribbles]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hey! Here's a compiled list of prompts for people to use, feel free to submit any of these for requests or to use in your own writing. I didn't come up with all of these myself so check out the credited creators! Requests are not limited to these prompts, feel free to think of your own or change these up!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 «» 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“I’d rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.”

“Would a hug make things better?”

"You wanna cuddle for the rest of the morning?"

"Just hold me?"

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"Quiet night on the couch?"

“You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You look really cute in my clothes.”

“You’re special. People like you don’t come around often.”

“I’ve only ever loved you.”

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

“Are you blushing?! That’s adorable.”

“Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

“You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Should we make it official?”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Can I braid your hair?"

"I'm not giving up on you, ever. I promise you.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“I’m proud of you, no matter what.”

"You're the worst, I love you so much."

"You got me flowers?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Did you ever really love me?”

"Why did you come back?"

“You couldn’t just let me have this, could you?”

“Just because you hate your life doesn’t mine to get to dictate mine!”

“Look what you’ve done…”

"You promised you wouldn’t forget me."

“I don’t have an attitude, I just answered your question.”

“Please say something!”

"I get it! You're jealous!"

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“Is this how it really ends?”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorries’.”

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“Since when did you ever care about me?!”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Kiss me one last time?

“Why did you think you could change this?! You’re nothing!”

“This is all your fault.”

“I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"God, how blind can you be?"

“You’re either a fool for not knowing or an idiot for not doing something!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!”

“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“And just when were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“You’re awfully quiet today.”

“Get behind me.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“Hey! Hey, relax it was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“Bless you! Jesus that nearly gave me a heart attack, how about a little warning next time?”

“Your hands are freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

“Show me?”

“Your bedside manner is awful.”

“Your not exactly a good patient.”

"Did you eat something bad?"

“Would you like a heating pad?”

“I think I just started my period…”

“Oh darling, this fever, you’re totally burning up.”

“You can sleep in my bed, if it'd be of any help.”

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Did you remember to take your meds this morning?”

“Don’t be stupid, now sit down before you pass out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stay?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding for gods sake!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it." 

"Oh I can do this all night long." 

"Be a good girl and use your words darling." 

"You surprise me every day." 

"Let's find out how much you want it." 

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." 

"Come on, please, do it." 

“Don’t worry, I’d take you out for dinner before I eat you out for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”  

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

"Oh, you like that?" 

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" 

"Well, let's see what happens tonight." 

“I’ll be gentle, baby.  Don’t worry.” 

"Can you kiss it better?" 

"Keep the noise down, baby.  Someone's gonna walk in." 

“God, you look amazing like this.” 

"Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” 

"Oh, you're hard to please." 

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." 

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"I'll go as long as you need." 

prompt sources: @.scealaiscoite, @.sleepywriter00, @.dumplingsjinson, @.euthymiaaa, @.novelbear, @.luvmmarner, @.promptsbytaurie, @.creativepromptsforwriting, @.rosewritingprompts

[stat1cstarz]

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Vincent Sinclair x Fem!Reader ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Warnings:Smut,P in V,oral,Vincent keeps his mask on, because I have a mask kink,Reader is shorter than Vincent, but no height or body type is mentioned, reader has female genitalia

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Des:You take one of Vincent’s sweater, and try to refurbish it, but it doesn’t go as you expected…

Both you and Vincent loved his sweaters, they all looked the exact same, but some were newer than others. But they were the only shirts he wore, and you loved using them as well, either to sleep in, or to use as a heater, since they were always warm. His heat would regularly etch into the fabric of the clothes, no matter how many times you washed them. But due to your love for Vincent’s sweaters, you used your knitting skills, and made something out of it.

You did all the planning behind your lovers back, not knowing what he’d do if he found out that you damaged his favorite garment. You grabbed one of his pencils, etching an idea onto some paper, his sweater wasn’t to big on you, it was slightly baggy and reached your upper thigh. Perfect to turn into a two piece, a mini skirt and matching sweater, maybe you could put fishnet into some of the rips.

It was about a week later until you got to the knitting process, a few specks of blood decorated your skin, from pricking yourself with the sharp tip of the needle. And a few loose strings vined off the sweater, as well as a few shreds in the already old and delicate fabric. But it was finally finished, you checked the elastic first, before you thought about trying it on.

Once the garment seemed wearable, you went to try it on, you didn’t wanna change in the basement, just in case Vincent came back, and you knew he’d B line for the basement. He was on his weakly run with Bo, collecting body’s and cars of the people that ran upon the town and made the dumb choice to stay. Luckily for you, it took a while to get it done, it made it easier with two trucks, but their was still a lot to do.

You picked up the two piece, checking if the coast was clear, knowing that it was, you continued up the stairs. You pushed open the door, and locked it. You didn’t want Bo or Lester seeing you half naked, and you didn’t wanna deal with the wrath of your dangerous lover. You slipped off your t shirt and shorts, you didn’t have a bra on underneath, and you didn’t bring one either. But you were sure that the sweater would hide the goods from any peeping eyes, you slipped on the top first, it fit perfectly.

It was slightly loose around your chest, so it wasn’t suffocating you, but it wasn’t loose enough to make you appear frumpy. You were very proud of your work, next came the skirt, it was sexy yet adorable at the same time. It was high waisted and ended near your upper thigh, and the light color made your skin pop, and the tightness showed off the swell of thighs and ass. You almost wanted to show it to Vincent, maybe if he saw the end result, he wouldn’t care about the death of his clothing.

And by the time you made up your mind, you heard the door slam, one of them was home. You hoped it was both of them or just Vincent preferably. You unlocked the door to the bathroom, and quietly walked downstairs, you saw Vincent make his way to the basement, just as you thought. He didn’t seem to notice you, but that made the surprise much better. You made your way down to his workshop, stopping at the peak of the stairs.

You looked down at him, he had his coat off, only in his sweater,apron,overalls,boots,and satchel. He was currently fixing up the bloody wounds on a recent trespasser. You snuck down to him, walking up behind your lover, and tapping his shoulder. He slightly jumped, until he turned around, and noticed you. He almost didn’t notice that his sweater had been cut, he just thought it you were wearing the full peace.

You backed up slightly wanting to give him a full view, causing his face to flush, not in anger, but in adoration. You giggled at him, you’d been with this man for a while yet you can still get him nervous from the simplest things. It was quite amusing to you, being able to fluster a mammoth that kills people fora living, it was almost empowering to you.

“Hey baby, you’re not mad are you” you said softly, getting a bit closer and twirling his dark strands in between your fingers. He got undeniably hard. “I understand if you’re upset, and I can get rid of it if you want.” If he could speak,he would tell you that was the last thing he wanted. But due to his hatred of speaking, he could only use sign language for the time being.

‘No, keep it’ he signed fluidly.

He stuck his strong yet lanky arms out to you, sinking them around your lower half and tapping your right ass cheek. You jumped up, locking your legs around his hips, and wrapping your arms round his neck. He instinctively brought you over to his work bench that sat in the corner of his basement.

“I guess you like it?” You asked him, innocently.

He didn’t give a direct answer, but what you got was definitely better, he slipped his tongue in between your plump lips, groaning into your mouth. He slipped both hands under your top, getting ready to unclip your bra, until he felt two of your pebbled nipples grace his waxy fingers. He felt his tip leak pre cum just from it, he than lifted up your shirt, twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

He lifted up his waxy veil, revealing his scared mouth, and wrapping it around your sensitive buds. He sucked on them viciously, as his hands snaked down south and massaged your upper thigh. He gently nibbled at your puffy nipples until they were red and sore. And he didn’t stop until your breast were covered in his saliva, and once your swoll breast were soaked, he pulled up his computer chair. He sat directly in front of you, grabbing your waist and pulling you near him.

“Vincent” you said, as a fresh coat of arousal sheeted your pussy.

He slipped up your mini skirt, noticing the wet patch, he snuck his head closer to the patch, inhaling your musky scent. His favorite scent of yours, it almost rivaled with the perfume you wore everyday. ‘Fucking love you so much, how did I get so lucky’ he signed at you, as he slipped off your panties, letting it fall down the length of your legs.

His lips immediately connected to your lips, causing you to moan out loudly for him, as his blue eye stared up at your lewd face. Your name came out of your lips in a breathy and needy tempo, he then grabbed both of your hands, allowing you to place them in his mane. You tugged at the tangled strands, feeling some wax bump your fingers. “Fuck- Vince” .

He could tell how close you were, by how your hole was clenching around nothing, and how you were clutching his head in between your thighs. He added two of his fingers into the mix, roughly playing with your sensitive little nub, rubbing the nerves around in his fingers. Your salty release coated his chin and stubble, he quickly pulled away from you, licking off whatever he could reach, using his finger to scoop up the rest and lick it off his digits. ‘So sweet’ he said, almost groaning at the taste that he had grown to love.

He than picked you up, repositioning you across the desk, bending you over it. He got on his knees behind you, he was almost edging himself at this point. He admired your perfect shaped ass, kneeding the plump flesh. He gave some delicate kisses and nibbles onto the swelled flesh, watching it turn a shade of red from his adoration. Your release and his slobber coated it, making him feel a certain way about it, making him way harder, if that was possible.

He worked at his clothing, ridding himself of his apron and his overalls, dropping it to his knees. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from the confines of his boxers. He slipped himself out from the hole pocket in the front. He was to lazy to drop them as well, so the slit would have to work. “Vincent, need it please” you said, backing yourself up against him and trying to get him inside you.

He only kissed your head, before rutting against your hole, than sinking himself inside you. He watched your tightness swallow his girth as you moaned loudly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, before aiming right for your neck. He slowly humped you, his balls snug against your ass, as he attacked your neck. He quickened his pace, somehow driving himself deeper into your warmth. Your walls massaged his girth as his name left your mouth.

You heard the door slam shut once more, so he quickly put one of his hands over your mouth, as his teeth nibbled at the delicate cartilage of your ear, allowing you to hear all his groans and growls. He felt his orgasm bubble up inside him, but he wanted you to release before he did. He aimed right for your abused clit, vigorously rubbing it and rolling it in between the tips of his fingers.

You quickly released, letting your cum dribble down his fingers and your inner thigh, after a few more pumps he released deep inside you. He pulled out directly after, dropping his knees once more, holding you by the hips to make sure you didn’t move. He watched as your releases dripped down between your thighs, and smirked to himself. He only dressed himself, but left you in just the garment you made, not wanting you to ruin your panties.

He picked you up bridal style, laying you on the cot and than placing your head on his chest, allowing you to cuddle up to him as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear.

[illwynd]

What direction would you have enjoyed most for Thor and Loki after TDW?

I recall in the long dry years between TDW and TR, a large part of the conversation in the fandom around this topic was on how pissed off Thor would be when he learned that Loki hadn’t actually died and had kept that fact from him (or “faked his death,” however you wanna phrase it) and how much trust would have to be rebuilt. And there is definitely that aspect of it. I think there was trust that needed to be rebuilt on both sides, in fact, and many long-overdue conversations about everything that had gone wrong to get them to that point. Conversations about Loki’s ancestry and his miscalculation with the Destroyer and all the questions Thor didn’t ask when Loki reappeared and not visiting him in the cells and ancient resentments and so many other things. 

But most of the fandom, in the discussions I’ve seen, seems to have been hoping for resolution between them, for things to get all healed and tied up in a tidy little bow and have their character arcs just ride off into the sunset and… yeah, I don’t want that. I never wanted that. There is way too much emphasis these days on “healthy” and “wholesome” and, goddamn, like what are y’all doing looking at these two if you’re looking for therapist-approved wellbeing? You’re digging in the wrong place. (Something that I feel is carried over from Norse mythology into their characters is the idea that there is value and importance in lives that don’t have a Happily Ever After, worlds ending in destruction and final defeat but with a deep integrity to what mattered. The world doesn’t promise healing. Sometimes, living with the knowledge that things will not be fixed in the end but it all matters anyway, and the connections between people matter, and the ability to find flickering moments of joy amidst the sorrows… to me that is far better, far more fitting to who they are than any tidy, happy resolution could ever be.)

One of the things that I love about many of their comics arcs is the sense that while things do change between them over time, with different emphases coming into focus and into prominence, there is an essence to both of them that keeps them in perpetual conflict and ALSO keeps the love strong enough that neither of them ever wants to go their separate ways permanently. They both have their own lives, with Thor doing his best at heroing and Loki doing his best at being himself, but Their Relationship is a constant, and it’s nobody else’s business, and whether they’re on opposite sides in their daily lives doesn’t really factor into it. 

So basically, in my ideal world in which phase 3+ didn’t suck, TR would have involved some of those long-overdue conversations and some working together against a bigger bad, but the kiss-and-make-up would have been incomplete, like an unresolved chord at the end of a phrase of music. Loki would have disappeared again but this time making sure Thor knew he wasn’t dead, and he’d have popped up again from time to time, always with uncertain allegiances, to have a few poignant interactions with Thor, or to absolutely destroy some big bad that’s threatening Thor’s life but in the meantime doing something that makes it seem like he got some material gain out of doing so (just to keep everyone on their toes), and if anyone questions this in Thor’s presence you’d get a very stormy look and a subtle suggestion that he doesn’t have to be slumming it on Earth. 

Loki would be there to be The Most Important Person in Thor’s life even when he’s not physically present, and the niggling itch that never quite goes away from the fact that things aren’t resolved and may be unresolvable. (Having a relationship like that—where it is possible or likely that things can’t be fixed—is actually really important to telling Thor stories that have emotional weight. Resolving the relationship or making the question null through death cuts off so many of the important questions that cling to Thor in themes and resonances. To a character who embodies the virtue of striving for heroism and goodness, an unquenchable love for such a liminal character as Loki, whose moral standing flits all across the field at any given moment, and having Thor see that not as a problem, as a liability or an inconsistency but instead as a value in itself—that keeps Thor from becoming an insufferable, inflexible moral pedant.) And Thor—Loki’s love and devotion to Thor, mingled with his resentment of him and the lingering frayed edges of his trust and the centuries-old anger and desire to win against him just once—would be there to rest like a base color underpainted beneath everything Loki does in his schemes and clever workings and, a gnarled anchor or a rusted root, keep him from wandering too far afield.

And, I mean, they’re gods. If you carry any story on long enough it ends in death, but in a story of superheroes and modern legends, the gods should still be there in the end, at the edge of the tale, perhaps, but continuing nonetheless, spinning against the stars, the huge half-invisible shadows of giants bordering the far horizon, the cycles of their lives so much longer than ours.

[fyodoro]

“I’m listening”

How are they with a reader who rambles a lot?

Including Akito Shinonome, Rui Kamishiro and Toya Aoyagi

These guys are listeners, tooth rotting fluff, probably ooc akito

Akito Shinonome

Akito was slightly caught off guard the first time you rambled to him about something you particularly liked, but he wasn’t annoyed by it. He was just surprised how much passion you had for your interests beneath the surface.

Akito won’t interrupt you, he wouldn’t. But he worries that you might get the wrong idea that he’s not listening or doesn’t care, or worse, both. So he’ll nod his head and focus on your face to reassure you he’s listening.

On some days, Akito might look into the topic you were just rambling about to participate in the conversation more. He might even take a liking to it himself at some point during the research. He’ll smile to himself, because his lovely partner has real good taste.

After a long day of practice, most people would want to relax and tune the world out, but not Akito. Hearing you ramble about the things you love refreshes him, it might not fix his exhaustion but it will fix any sourness left in him. And he’s grateful you’re always waiting for him at your meeting spot to go home with him on these days.

As you two lie around in his room for the night, Akito will ask you if you can tell him about something, anything. Once his eyes start feeling heavier, he’ll situate his head on your lap to remain focused on you.

“Don’t worry, I’m still listening.”

Rui Kamishiro

Rui also rambles a lot, so he knows how it can feel if the person you’re rambling to isn’t listening or doesn’t care. Because of this, he makes it crystal clear from the start he cares. Poor guy just doesn’t wanna be like the people who hurt him.

He’ll sit in front of you like a kid in pre-k during story time. Rui is asking you questions about this topic and making his own opinions on parts he’s heard. In fact- he’s actually interested now, and wants to learn more about it as well as try it.

Bonus points if the interest is science related, because oh my… Rui would go all out trying different experiments with you and would write things you might not have known down to show you. He’s really happy he has someone who enjoys “weird” things like he does.

Rui will go out of his way to make you figures related to your interests. Show, movie, book? He’s already making a figure of your favorite character. Plants? He’s making a mini garden. You have a collection of all these figures of everything you’ve liked, even the ones you might hate now., simply ‘cause Rui made those for you.

“Don’t look ashamed dear, I’m listening.”

Toya Aoyagi

Toya is the most attentive of the bunch. He loves seeing the sparkle in your eye as you get more and more excited about the topic. The boy is just as focused on your words as he is on your body language.

Toya will also look into your interests so he can understand them better, and reassure you he does care about what you have to say. He’ll buy little gifts related to what you like as well. If you ask how you can pay Toya back, he’ll only smile and say to keep learning more about what you love.

Other times, Toya will try to initiate these conversations. Telling you about what he learned and how it reminded him of you. Your response of pure glee puts him at ease and feels proud of the fact you aren’t embarrassed to ramble to him no matter the time.

Since Toya helps at a library, he’ll set aside books about what you like at the moment. If you’re interest IS books, this boy is reserving the whole library for you. He’ll convince you to also help around the library just so you can see all the different pieces of literature in there.

It’s clear to Toya when you’re tired, so there’s no escaping from him trying to get you to bed. The circles under your eyes are slightly visible/more visible and he’s not letting you neglect resting any longer.

“I can see you’re exhausted ( Name ), shall we talk till you fall asleep? I’ll listen.”

[starberrydreamx]

TW for discussion of torture, SA, Stockholm syndrome, and kidnapping

Also side note this is gonna be the longest post I’ve ever made so stick with me pls

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I’m two years late to this but I’m on episode 11 of KinnPorsche and idk if I’m going to finish it.

I really really liked the first 10 episodes, but now that the whole Vegas and Pete thing has started up I’m getting so uncomfortable with it. Like I see people saying “oh they get better” “this is why them being together okay” but out of all the reasons they list, it still doesn’t fix the fact that their relationship started with Vegas kidnapping and physically (almost sexually) abusing Pete. I seriously don’t care how “cute” or “wholesome” they are by the end of the series, I won’t forget that Vegas had Pete chained up in his room, making him eat out of a bowl because he was his “pet”.

I just don’t know how you can think that the guy who inflicted these injuries

on Pete could ever be in a healthy relationship with him.

Oh yeah, are we also forgetting about the fact that Vegas tried to rape Porsche just a few episodes ago??? We’ve seen Vegas be a complete creep and an abuser multiple times throughout the series and yet the show is still going to portray him and Pete as a cute relationship that had a bad start.

I also wanna say that their dynamic reminds me a lot of Yoonbum and Sangwoo from Killing Stalking, which I’m a huge fan of. But the reason I love Killing Stalking so much compared to this aspect of KinnPorche, is because Killing Stalking, despite popular belief, doesn’t romanticize the relationship between kidnapper and victim. I could make a whole other post of why that is, but for now I’m just going to focus of the ending; both Yoonbum and Sangwoo die, showing that two people in a relationship like theirs will never work out well. In contrast, Vegas and Pete have a sweet hospital scene where Vegas says “you are no longer my pet, you are the most important person to me” then they kiss and live happily ever after, completely forgetting that Vegas had tortured, kidnapped, abused and threatened Pete’s family, as well as attempting to rape Porsche.

Pete has Stockholm syndrome, and Vegas is an abuser who manipulated Pete into an unhealthy attachment to him, that is the truth no matter how much cutesy music the creators want to put over their scenes.

[angelofthepage]

BATDR Speculation: Who is Bendy?

So the internet is currently freaking out over little Baby Benders (rightfully so, he’s ADORABLE), and we all have a lot of questions about him. Is he as cute and innocent as he seems? Is he going to betray us? Is he the lighter half of an ink demon split into pieces? Does he have a soul? If so, is it someone we know? I have a lot of thoughts on this, and none of them are concrete, but today I want to talk about one of my favorite musings so far: How Joey and Henry might be involved in this. I wanna talk about The Illusion of Living.

https://twitter.com/LaurenSynger/status/1587778374038069249?s=20&t=b-DLbISPVNI584xRm5ALAg

Warning: if you haven’t read the Illusion of Living by Adrienne Kress, HIGHLY recommend it, as there are spoilers ahead. This book is delightful, and it’s not what I expected. When I picked it up, I thought we were getting a narrative about Joey’s life, and we did to an extent. But the real treasure of this book is that it’s a character study of Joey Drew. It gives us so much to think about in terms of who he is as a person. Because he’s Joey, you’d expect him to bend the truth (pun absolutely intended), and there are moments where it feels like some details aren’t entirely true. But there are some scenes that are written in such a way that feel all too earnest, and one of them is the scene in Joey’s apartment: the birth of Bendy.

The way Joey tells it, he’s the one who had the concept for Bendy, then his friend Abby Lambert attempted to draw it, but nothing was looking right. Abby brought Henry on board to help without consulting Joey first. Then they all sat on the floor of Joey’s apartment while Henry sketched out what would become the signature Bendy design (with critiques from Joey along the way). It’s made out to be this magical moment, and it’s believable. What reason would Joey have to lie about this? He may have a lot of feelings about Henry, mostly negative from what we’ve seen in DCTL, but he gave Henry credit here. He didn’t downplay Henry’s importance in all of this, which surprised me, and I like that a lot.

Joey comes off as being so deeply in love with his creation that it doesn’t matter who did what, the fact remains that Bendy is still his in the ways that count the most. He was made with love, dreams, and wonder at his core, Joey’s ideas and writing, Henry’s artistic execution. He belongs to both of them. I get the sense that a lot of people are going to jump into debating whether this little Bendy is somehow made using Henry’s soul or Joey’s. But I’d like to propose this: what if he’s made with both? His creation isn’t credited to a single person, but two, and who better to give Bendy a soul than both of his creators, two halves of a whole?

It gives another layer to why Joey would send Henry into the studio in the first place. Like why Henry? Henry’s just a guy who supposedly worked with Joey as an animator and business partner for one year before vanishing forever, why send him in? Is he a last resort where others failed (maybe Tom was sent in first and couldn’t fix things), or is it because he’s so integral to Bendy’s creation? Surely he has something grand to offer in that regard, by Joey’s logic. Send Henry in, sure, if anyone can stop this twisted version of Bendy, it’s his creator, right? No, this story isn’t one that you can solve by making Henry the protagonist, it’s one that needs both of them. It’s a story that needs Joey to acknowledge a lot of things in order for it to change. That could be why it’s a loop, the story can’t end without Joey playing his part, but he’s too busy blaming everyone else for the trouble he’s caused, not taking responsibility for his actions.

One of the theories I’ve seen that I really love from the first game came from @dreamfisher-nux​ which I’ll link here: https://www.tumblr.com/dreamfisher-nux/184575733862/that-child-at-the-end-might-not-have-been-human?source=share The idea that the child we hear say “tell me another one Uncle Joey” might not be human based on the milk carton texture’s inky handprints gives me a lot to think on. I have to wonder if that child might have been his last attempt to make Bendy. Yes, I know, five fingers is too many, but that’s exactly why I say “attempt,” not success. I mean he has the studio full of his previous employees, souls he’s claimed he owns, and now Henry is in there too. Is it possible this was all a plan to get Henry’s soul to make into his creation? I’ll admit, while I was around for the emergence of the “Henry is a perfect Bendy” theory, I’m not 100% sold on it for canon (though I do love it in fandom works), but an imperfect Bendy, or something close to Allison or Twisted Alice in nature? That I would buy. Henry alone may not be enough to give Joey what he wants. So what if, before the end of his lifetime, Joey gave himself up? Bendy is in part his creation, a part of him, just as Alice is a part of Susie, there is something they give to that character that no one else has. And much like Susie, Joey would do anything for the character he loves. He went to great lengths to try and see it through, sacrificed so much (much of which was never his to sacrifice).

When I first heard Joey’s tape about cheating death itself, I assumed his goal was immortality for the longest time. But TIOL has me thinking that that’s only half the story. You’re never dead if your legacy is still alive, and Bendy is Joey’s legacy. Making Bendy real and innovating beyond what any artist or engineer has done before is at the core of what he wants, to make dreams into reality. And if he’s gone, but Bendy is here and real and perfect? I think, that’s a sacrifice Joey would be willing to make, his dream would be achieved and that’s what matters. Throw on the machine machine one more time, take the child, his child, that was so close and take one more chance, add his piece to the puzzle, his soul to the mix. Become part of your creation. It’s an act of love, “but love requires sacrifice.”

Joey is believed to be dead in 1972, and this is where Arch Gate comes in. They have control of the Bendy brand, they own the rights and assets to it. Nathan was someone that was believed to be Joey’s friend, even though he’s done things a friend wouldn’t do. What does Nathan Arch know of Joey’s marvelous machine, of his dreams? While I don’t know if I buy Nathan as a benevolent character given what he’s said in the books, I do believe he would carry out some of Joey’s final wishes, though maybe not exactly the way Joey would want him to. And handing Bendy over to him, his most precious creation, to be taken care of? Well, that would be an interesting thing, wouldn’t it? You don’t leave your child in the hands of just anyone. It’s as Tom says in TLO, you don’t give up on a miracle.

Or course, take this all with a grain of salt. I think this would be an intriguing story to follow, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I expect it to be canon. Canon or not though, it’s an interesting thought, isn’t it?

[house-of-lovin]

am I crazy or is everybody very focused on R’s exes? Very interesting asks at first but now I don’t really see very much questions here that aren’t about that ? Come on bros what about the other kinds of relationships in R’s life ! I’m so curious

(Just my assumptions, I say think a lot sorryyyy)

At what age did R meet Link? I know he’s her best friend and he’s known her since before R had her legal separation from parents at 18!

Also does Link ever feel like he’s more of her caretaker than her best friend ? I know he cares about her but I was just wondering if part of the reason he doesn’t leave even after she’s so difficult is because he feels like he owes R so it’s not necessarily always out of love. (I remember you mentioning R employing him and he brought up how all the money is sent to provide for his grandma)

I know R is close to J’s family now but who is she closest to and why? I can imagine J’s family being the kind of people to wanna care for R as if she was one of their own.

I’d personally assume it’s J’s parents! It sounds as if R’s never experienced a genuine paternal nurturing presence before (I know there’s been mentions about Link being that but I see his presence as brotherly) and J’s family is so family oriented, because of the lack of knowledge they have about R’s family that’s something they’d recognize immediately; R doesn’t talk about her family much.

I would guess they naturally slipped into that role for R, R and J’s parents love language seems to me as if it’s acts of service and quality time for not only giving but receiving. I can imagine there’s things they do for R that catch her off guard

(Ex.

R not mentioning she’s hungry because she doesn’t wanna be a bother but her stomach grumbles. Nat asks R about the last time she ate, R’s response makes Nat concerned so she not only tells R that she needs to eat more but makes her some food. Nat tells R that she has to sit at the table and wait for the food but it’s just so she can talk to R, in passing Nat mentions what she’s making is something her own mom made for her family and that she loves making for her family.

Ed asking R if she wants to go for a drive sometime after she fixes the car. For awhile they’re just aimlessly driving around and getting to know eachother a little better, Ed tells R about the memories each spot they pass by has.)

I think they’d be able to sense these aren’t common occurrences for R and her own family because of how caught off guard she is and how R beams with appreciation of it afterwards, they get to see the little soft kid in R whenever that happens and I think it’d make them a little sad that so little seems like so much to R.

I think because they’re parents they’d see the three consistent people in R’s life Link, Jake and Liz as people who are only there because they work for R (even if it’s not true). To them R really has no one in her corner and she’s been facing everything and everyone with no consistent genuine support from anyone, I’d think this is why they’d be more worried than angry/disappointed about the headlines she’s been making lately. Because to them even if it’s true it’s always been R against the world and thats too much for someone to handle on their own, of course she’d break eventually- she’s never been given a proper chance to breathe.

hope you’re having a lovely day :D

love answering questions like these!

I imagine Link and R grew up in the same neighbourhood, so they'd have met in elementary/primary school.

Interesting take about Link feeling like R's caretaker. I don't really see that tbh (although yes, R is very difficult) this is a friendship that's lasted probably 20+ years (or close to).

Idk if you guys have ever had adult friendships that started when you were very young and lasted into adulthood but those friendships are HARD TO BREAK. It doesn't matter how much you fuck up, that person will always be there for you. (it's a very special kind of bond)

My bsf and I have been friends for like 13+ years and best believe we don't always agree with each other's actions/decisions but that person is... your person. (in chapter 7, Link refers to himself as R's person.) No matter how much they fuck up, you'll always be there for them. I think I lowkey based R and Link on me and my bsf LOL.

I agree with your analysis of R's relationship with J's family and her parents.

I would imagine when R and J are finally dating, she'd be SO close to J's parents. THEY FOR SURE WOULD TAKE R IN AND MAKE HER PART OF THE FAMILY 🥹

J's dad taking R for a drive🥹 (yes for me)

J's mom feeding R cause R probably can't cook, too busy yk (ANOTHER YES FOR ME)

I like how you said they'd be more worried than angry about the headlines... I can def see that👀

(we're gonna see more interactions with R and J's family dw. I dont want give anything away but 👀)

THANKS FOR SENDING THESE ANON! So fun to answer and I love how deeply you thought abt your questions (v refreshing to answer something different lol)

hope you're having a lovely day babes♥️

[chicspo]

I’m so devastated. There’s this girl at my job (almost 30) and me (23) and she hates me so much and sees me less than her which is insane bc I’m always minding my own business. She keeps saying stuff like “Ew why do we have people who are [my position in the company) with us” even tho she literally just got promoted from the same position that I’m currently in?? I’m new in this company and everyone say I’m the best so I think that what makes her hate me even more because I’m younger than her and already busting my a$$ to get promoted. I talked to my manager about it and he 100% agreed with me that she has “people management issues” that’s what he called it and he agreed that she’s toxic and in the wrong but wants me to “help her get out of it” and I told him directly, “I’m not here to fix people and I’m not obligated to help anyone. I’m here to do my job and thats it” and he was like it’s up to you if you wanna help her or if you wanna ignore her. but.. He doesn’t do anything about it and he let her control everything. She literally drives him home after work and gets him his coffee every morning and ???? This is a whole different story lol. It’s been weeks now so I decided to take the next step and talk to my coach in the company and he was like “talk to the director, he knows her and can judge better than me but heyyyy don’t forget to mention -if you want to of course- that you wanted to quit your job because of her and I was the one who told you not to do it, and let me know how it goes” and I PAUSED. At this point, I realized that every single one of them is literally just using me for their advantage and I don’t know if it’s even worth it to tell the director because there’s 99% he won’t do anything because he has worked with her before and she’s the kind of person who goes out of their way to please people in higher positions to get what she wants and I’m the complete opposite of that. I don’t kiss no one a$$ lol. Do you think it’s wroth it to tell him especially if he doesn’t have a strong connection with me but I was told before that he tells people that I’m smart..? or should I just stfu and apply for different jobs and run from them as fast as I can? It’s destroying me mentally and I feel like I’m gonna explode. It sucks because she did something terrible to someone who was there before me and he left the company.

u cant change the way a person is or acts. and telling someone else above her to help u is useless. no one will care for u the way u do. if u can endure it then push thru. is it worth it? or is it more worth it to apply for new jobs? u weigh out ur options. there will always be people everywhere who are jealous of you and who want to see you fail. who will tear you down in hopes of getting a reaction out of u. so be strong no matter what and be self sufficient. u dont need anyones help. maybe take this as an opportunity and look for other possibilities in other places if its too hard on you

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

The Boys as Ghost Songs

Listen, I know these aren't the meanings of the songs, but that's the beauty of music. Lyrics can be interpreted in so many ways. But I love Ghost so here we are. Do let me know if you have other opinions, I'd love to hear them!

Oof, sorry about the formatting. It looks fine on my laptop, but it looks rough on my phone, and I can't fix it :(

Lucifer - From the Pinnacle to the Pit 

“In your empire They stare in frown”

“You are cast out from the heavens to the ground Blackened feathers falling down You will wear your independence like a crown” 

Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong with this one. He was once the pride of the celestial realm, revered by all in the three realms combined. But his own kind betrayed him by siding with their father, and was shunned to a life of a demon. His pride was incredibly wounded by the fall, but he still worked hard to affirm his position next to the demon prince. Though, it’s no secret that he overworks himself and takes on way too many responsibilities. He’s too prideful to let go of the reins. 

Mammon - Twenties 

“In the twenties, we’ll be singing in a reign of pennies In the twenties, we’ll be soaring in disguise of bevies In the twenties, we’ll be smooching at the feet of da rulah In the twenties, we’ll be grinding in a pile of moolah”  “Listen up, you motherfuckers Those ivy league dopes they wanna mock us” 

Okay, he would go wild to this song as it is. The chorus is just him indulging in his greed and whatnot. Go big or go home kinda vibe, doing the most because he can’t get enough. The last line is his brothers using him as a punching bag, downplaying his intelligence to make themselves look or feel better. But Mammon’s pretty smart in his own right, especially emotionally. 

Leviathan - See the Light 

“Many a mind I have haunted And in many a way I have been Often the one to have flaunted An image grotesque and obscene”  “Everyday that you feed me with hate I grow stronger” 

I’m not too sure about this one, but I think it makes sense. I’m gonna twist the lyrics a little, so hang with me. So, no surprise, Leviathan is insecure. And even though people don’t see him as badly as he sees himself, it’s like he tries to convince everyone how disgusting he is. As he does this, it reaffirms to himself his own disgust, which feeds into his sin. His envy can get pretty out of control or stronger to the point of inflicting violence on others. 

Satan - Circe 

“I know your soul is not tainted Even though you’ve been told so Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?”  “I feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you” 

This is Satan’s song, I don’t care. Like this song has so much Satan potential. Anyway, he’s wrath incarnate, a demon who killed and tortured for sport. But he’s able to compose himself to look like a normal functioning citizen. He keeps himself immersed in books and knowledge, because if he can’t win with anger and violence, he can win with wit and intelligence. He wants to show he’s more than just his wrath. But no matter how much he distracts himself with books and the like, a violent storm still swirls inside. 

Asmodeus - Mary On A Cross 

“We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay their dues But besides all the glamor, all we got was bruised But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high And the truth of the matter is I never let you go”  “If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally And I see nothing wrong with that” 

This song has Asmo written all over it. He shows his innate beauty and masks his insecurities, the bruises and hurt he carries. He uses sex and flirtation as a way to get external validation. I think he knows how detrimental these things can be, but he doesn’t know any better. He sees how wrong it is, but his sin does not. His sin knows no bounds.

Beelzebub - Call Me Little Sunshine 

“Call out in the middle of the night For when else would I hear you? Fall out in the cold starlight I can save you if you do”  “You will never walk alone You can always reach me You will never, ever walk alone”

So we know Beel is a little sunshine so there’s that already. Anyways, after the war and the death of his sister, Beel often has nightmares. They reoccur, playing scenarios of ifs that he can’t go back and change. But with his other brothers, especially Belphie, he knows he’s not alone, and neither are they. They are together, and as much as they fight and argue, they have each other's backs. 

Belphegor - Hunter’s Moon 

“It’s been a long time coming I’m coming back for you, my friend To where we’d hide as children I’m coming to see you, my friend”  “Under a headstone sister I’m dying to see you, my friend”

Same reason as Beel, Belphie’s the moon, we been knew. Okay so beyond that, we know that Belphie’s had just a lil bit of guilt from the war, but his guilt manifests in the form of anger and vengeance. He blames the humans for the death of his sister, and was infuriated by Diavolo’s idea to create an exchange program. So if he couldn’t prevent the exchange program altogether, then he can use it for his own agenda. To right a wrong that’s been festering for far too long. 

Diavolo - Absolution 

“As a child with your mind on the horizon Over corpses to the prize you kept your eyes on Trying to be the chosen one”  “Even now when you’re here you are moving Hysterically seeking out what needs improving And you’re still asking for the sun” 

Diavolo’s had a dream to create a unity between the three realms. He wants to strengthen the bonds so that each race can co-exist in relative harmony. But he knows how delicate these things can be. And there won’t ever be complete order, complete order is too much to ask for. But he still strives for just a sliver of peace between all races. He wants to be the one to bring in a new era. 

Barbatos - Faith 

“There is a scourge in the guise of sanctity A perpetrator with a quill Although it’s often steeped in well-spun mystery The accuser sends a bill” “I am all eyes I am all ears I am the wall And I'm watching you fall” 

The all seeing Barb. No, but it’s kinda true. He holds all time and has the power to switch timelines. He’s been around a while, so he’s seen injustices and the like. I mean, he has a torture room to punish unruly beings. But he’s always composed, and to anyone unsuspecting, you would never guess his more sinister ways. Barbatos is an enigma. Also he would love this song. 

Simeon - He Is 

“We’re hiding here inside a dream And all our doubts are now destroyed The guidance of the Morning Star Will lead the way into the void”  “And we are falling Over the precipice” 

After the brothers fell, Simeon’s held a bit of guilt. Like he let his fellow brothers down, by not falling with them. So he created a means to cope with the guilt by writing and basing a series on the brothers. It makes him feel closer to them, like he still has pieces of them through the pages. And when he goes to the exchange program, he finds that it may not be so bad to fall, although there still is a fear of being abandoned like that, he finds that there are things worth falling for. Seeing the brothers, particularly Lucifer, continue on with their lives with relative freedom, it may not be so bad. 

Luke -  Griftwood 

“Suffering for the Lord is not an easy thing Be it a conjuring So ordained, and adored, so immaculate”  “You wanna console the griever You wanna guide the believer You and the greatest deceiver And never, ever suffer again” 

I struggled to find a song for Luke, and this is the closest I’m gonna get. He’s a devoted angel, and being so young and inexperienced, he’s quite naive. Like “all demons are bad,” kind of naive. Being an angel shows a dedication, and demons don’t have an order. But he learns that they aren’t all bad, and he still can play the role of an angel and be kind to them. He can cheer them up with desserts, but also “reprimand” them for their not so holy behaviors. Both parties have things they can learn from the other.

Solomon - Witch Image 

“I, have always kept you closer than you’ve known I, I am riding in the shadows behind you on a pale white horse”  “While you sleep in earthly delight Someone’s flesh is rotting tonight Like no other to you What you’ve done you cannot undo” 

I was between Life Eternal and this one, but chose this one. Life Eternal is more of his feelings to you, and I wanted a song that described just him, y’know? Anyways, he’s immortal, and will continue to live. And because of his mistake, he has watched people that he cares about die. So he’s learned to stay away from others, so they don't get too close. His loneliness is his only friend, as it’ll always be there to embrace him when he loses someone once again. 

[angy-mouse]

A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

<Pev

Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”