#just randomly read things and learn new skills

[batcavescolony]

Bart: I was bored and reading about deities of the world,

Tim: as you do

Bart: yeah, and you know how Cassie is part Greek God?

Cassie: do I want to know where this is going?

Bart: do you think if we started giving her offerings and worshipping her she'd turn into a full Goddess?

Kon: don't know till we try! OH GODDESS! Accept my offering *throws gummies at Cassie*

Cassie: *smiling with a pack of gummies* you joke but I'm keeping these.

Tim: *not looking up from his phone* oh Goddess Cassie, please let us have a peaceful day.

Cissie: *walking into the room* ?

Kon: we're worshiping Cassie to see if we can make her a Goddess.

Cissie: oh ok, merciful and beautiful Goddess-

Cassie: *laughing*

Cissie: -please grant me knowledge on my next exam because SOMEONE *glares at all of them* keeps pulling me into Young Justice mission's and I haven't studied *drops down in a chair and tosses her a bracelet* my offering.

Cassie: *still laughing* knowledge granted.

[thebibliosphere]

Every time someone well-meaning suggests I see a chiropractor for my migraines, I have this little moment of "ah, you're new here. You weren't here prior to 2018 when a chiropractor very gently adjusted my neck for my migraines, and I ended up having to get an emergency MRI because the ensuing symptoms were indicative of a brain bleed."

It wasn't a brain bleed. The muscles on the entire right side of my neck "just" tore (Spoiler there is nothing "just" about that kind of traumatic injury. I am still in physical rehab for it), and I couldn't hold my head up, see straight, walk or do any of the things I'd previously taken for granted until several weeks later when the area finally started to heal.

This was before I knew I had Ehlers Danlos, btw. But this is true even for people who don't have a connective tissue disorder: Don't let chiropractors touch your neck.

There are a lot of vital nerves and blood vessels there, and even gentle adjustments of the area can have life-threatening consequences.

I know chiropractic care can be pain relieving--I still get it for my lower back and hips because I work with a chiropractor who knows about Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, and sometimes my hips need to be popped back in at short notice, and it's easier to hop walk in and see her than wait for physical therapy--but it is a short-term relief that doesn't actually correct why something is happening.

If you can afford it, physical therapy will likely help more in the long term. I know not everyone can afford it, and that's why chiropractors have such a booming trade in the US, but please, I'm begging you, don't get your neck adjusted.

The spinal cord specialist I saw after my injury told me the number one reason he used to see people for traumatic brain injuries was car wrecks, followed by other major roadside injuries. He said those numbers were still the highest, but after that, the majority of his patients were survivors of chiropractic injury.

Do Not Get Your Neck Adjusted.

It's been over 5 years, and I still can't move my neck properly on my right side. I still struggle to eat and drink because my muscles will randomly seize up. It feels like my skull no longer fits on top of my spine because of the scar tissue. Please. I just want people to be safe.

And if you are a chiropractor reading this and thinking, "Well, I've never injured anyone, skill issue." No. You Have Gotten Lucky. Rethink how you apply your trade. Please, you can still help people while recommending safer options for specific body parts. Learn to do pressure point release and acupressure. Teach patients how to stretch and relax the area safely. Just fucking stop cracking people's necks like pop rock candy.

[thejakeslayla]

╰─▸❝ enhypen as brothers 🧸❞

pairing enhypen x gn! reader ୨୧ genre fluff ୨୧ warnings profanity ୨୧ wc 1.7

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jungwon 양정원 ✩

Jungwon is the type of younger brother that you just adore with your whole heart. If you could, you would protect him with your life.

He’s younger, but sometimes it feels like he’s older than you, the fact that he gives you such a wise advises each time you have a problem. When he sees that you’re stressing out over something, he brings you to karaoke so you guys can sing your hearts out.

When you were younger till now, he always follows you like a puppy, he’s always excited to show you his new stuff he bought, his new outfit or the skill he just learned and you’re always so proud of him. You always talk about him to your friends, praising him for just being there.

Also! Jungwon with your friends, he met all of them, it’s almost like he’s also a part of your friend group, he gets along with everyone.

If you’re in relationship, he always sees when the person you’re dating is toxic, it’s almost like he reads them perfectly and always informs you that this person specifically is not good for you. You argued about it, but in the end you always trust your brother.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee heeseung 이희승 ✩

God, don’t even get me started. He is one of the top 3 most annoying brothers in ENHYPEN. Obviously, he’s older than you, and when he introduces you to his friends, he always mentions that you’re his younger sibling, his little precious sibling. He’s so overprotective of you; to his friends, he always mentions that you’re "off limits" and don’t even mention that you’re dating someone when he’s near. He absolutely hates your dating partners. It doesn’t even matter that he hasn’t met them; he just purely hates them because they are dating you.

He would always ask them so many questions, asking if they thought that they were good enough for you and always telling them that he would find them if they hurt you.

Heeseung never knew how to show you that he loved you as his sibling; he thinks that being overprotective is a sign of love, but he also does different things. If you’re a teen or young adult, he always takes care of your inner child. No matter how old you are, he still treats you like a child, in a good and healthy way, of course. He takes you out for ice cream, buys you stuff, takes you out to amusement parks, always holds your hand when you’re scared, and just simply takes such good care of you.

He would randomly come up to you and just hug you when he realised that you had a bad day or were just tired.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park jongseong 박종성 ✩

Jay is also annoying, but you both have this playful relationship. On family gatherings, you always cook together; you help him cut the vegetables and grill the meat. You both always get annoyed when the rest of ENHYPEN mentions that you’re almost the same, but deep inside you’re glad.

You would always hit him playfully, and he does the same, which ends in a pillow fight or just bickering. You’re the loudest when you’re with him, always teasing each other. When the pool is around, just be prepared to be picked up and thrown into the water by Jay.

You’re so similar that Jay almost has these brotherly senses; he knows how you feel by just looking at you. He doesn’t say a thing when he notices how sad you are; he either brings you into a warm hug and then cooks you food or knocks on your door, entering the room with a warm meal, prepared to have a deep conversation with him.

You trust him with everything; he’s a good listener, he waits patiently when you’re struggling to find the right words, and he always gives you the best advice. No matter if it’s a small thing like "should I wear that tomorrow?" or breakup advice,

Also, when you were younger, Jay always stayed near you, either reading you to sleep, singing, or just talking to you about nonsense. After bad days, where you ended your day with crying on his shoulder, he always stays after you fall asleep, just keeping you safe and making sure that you’re sleeping peacefully.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ jake sim 제이크 심 ✩

He would either be older or the same age. Even if he’s older than you, it would feel like he’s the same age. He would encourage your stupid ideas, promising that he would do them with you, but then he actually dipped, leaving you alone when you messed up. "Y/N! Come on, add the salt to Jay’s coffee; he won’t notice!" and when Jay notices and looks at Jake, he’s all defensive, screaming that it was your idea. After begging your parents for a pet, you guys got a dog for Children's Day. Choosing a name for the puppy took you almost two weeks, but somehow you agreed to the same one. Layla was your little baby, and you were always sulking that she liked him more. Jake unconsciously created a core memory for you when he picked you up from school after a bad day. When you noticed the fluffy ball near his legs, you couldn't control the big smile appearing on your face. You run to them, instantly greeting Layla with lots of pets and Jake with a hug. It was like his "brother instincts" told him about your bad day. While walking home, Jake agreed to go to the dog park. You remember taking a lot of pictures—selfies, pics of Layla alone, Layla with Jake, or just the beautiful scenery around you. To this day, when you have a bad day, you catch yourself thinking about this moment and how Jake listened to your worries and encouraged you that everything would be fine. Sometimes you even scroll down your gallery and look at the pictures. You never deleted them; why would you? You want to remember this moment forever.

When you’re sad, he doesn’t even think; it became a tradition to force you into his car late at night, listen to music together, scream the lyrics until your throat hurts, and then talk about everything that’s happening in McDonald’s parking lot while munching on chicken nuggets.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park sunghoon 박성훈 ✩

The other older brother that’s overprotective and teasing. He always jokes around about being protective, but he’s so serious. If anyone hurts his little sibling, he’s ready to k word them.

But he always teases you whenever you have a crush; he gives them "don’t mess with me" looks, but he’s happy as long as you’re happy.

The random texts he sends you??? It could be 2 a.m. and you get a text from Sunghoon about the most random shit you've ever read.

But it’s also his love language; he always texts you when you’re away, asking if you’re okay, how your day is going, and if you need anything.

As kids, he always held your hand while walking to school, being too scared to lose you. When someone made fun of you in school, he ALWAYS stood up for you, protecting you from bullies. In high school, it got to the point that everyone was scared to mess with you since they knew you had a crazy brother. (In a good way.)

When you’re sad, he either turns into "WHO DID IT TO YOU?!" or he’s awkward and doesn’t know what to say. You have to be the first one to ask for a hug because he completely freezes when you’re crying. He’s bad with his words and emotions, but he’s always there for you. Hug? A good listener? Someone who would rush to the shop for your favourite ice cream after you only mentioned it? It’s Sunghoon.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim sunoo 김선우 ✩

Sunoo is the younger brother, who’s also your best best best friend. You’re so close with him; you were the one to teach him about fashion and makeup. He absolutely adores you, and as a kid, he always said that he wants to be like you when he grows up. If you’re super interested in fashion and makeup, he will always ask for advice on his outfit or makeup. It would be normal for you to get ready together, do each other's makeup, and stuff.

You still remember your first breakup and how Sunoo was the first one to actually run into your room with makeup bags, nail polish, and fashion magazines. You guys talked for hours, not only about your breakup but about everything. You drew faces on models, laughing your ass off. He would always hype you up, making the atmosphere way better.

"Y/N! Men AINT SHIT! You’re better; you CAN BE BETTER!"

You always invite him out with your friends, as they also absolutely adore him. He always wants to stick around, and you always agree.

Each Sunday night, you guys do masks together—just a skin care night—as you watch dramas and enjoy each other's company.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ nishimura riki 西村 力 ✩

If you could k word him, you would. Niki is such an annoying younger brother. You absolutely hate him, but then you look at him and you want to cry because he grew up so fast. You just want to hug him and never let go while crying at the same time.

About crying: the amount of times that he made you cry as a kid because he hit you too hard or threw you off the sofa He’s always panicking, almost apologising on his knees, because he never wanted to seriously hurt you.

When he grew older, he became taller than you, and he always teases you about how small you are.

Compared to Sunoo, Niki actually forces your parents to make you take him everywhere with you. He just wants to be with you, no matter if you want him to stick around or not. If you go somewhere and something interests him, even a little, he is in fact BEGGING YOU to let him do something or go somewhere.

"Y/N! Please~ just one try! I’ll do good; I’ll win the prize for you!" He says this as he drags you towards the claw machine. You spend a fortune there, but after a thousand tries, he actually wins you the plushie you wanted. Until now, it's been on your bed.

When he sees that you’re sad over your date, he’s just like Sunghoon; he freezes and tries to loosen the atmosphere by joking around, and it always helps; you always laugh so genuinely, tears still in your eyes. He hugs you so tightly that it sometimes hurts.

. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! hello!! thank you for reading! im still getting used to tumblr so sorry for any format mistakes! hope you enjoyed! requests: open © 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

[imortalmalfoy]

Burning the Past #2 #1

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

AU: post war

genre: fluff, angst & second chance romance

warnings: mentions of war crimes, mentions of death & stalking

synopsis: After your run in with your ex, Draco Malfoy at the train station; he’s been determined to earn you back and prove that breaking up with you was one of the worst choices he’s ever made. But how? Draco will figure it out, somehow.. even if it involves him grovelling to earn forgiveness.

a/n: this is part 2 of burning the past, I’m actually surprised by how many people read and liked the fanfic. thank you guys I’m still improving on my skills and I’m learning something new every time. Also it would be pretty funny to see Draco grovelling and struggle to use a computer.

It had been a few weeks since your run in with your ex, Draco Malfoy at the train station. Looking at his face made you shudder, bringing back awful memories of war and how your relationship ended so bitterly. Despite you trying to forget about him and focus on your own life, you just couldn’t get him out of your mind! You swore to yourself you’d never get involved with him or the wizarding world ever again. Little did you know, Draco Malfoy was also thinking about you nonstop.

Meanwhile, Draco had been all over the place; trying to find you. He knows it’s you, despite your new identity and looks, those eyes are unforgettable. It wasn’t like Draco to be using muggle technology but here he was, sitting in some public library.. typing away on a computer trying to find any bits of information he can get on you currently. Draco disliked muggles and anything involving muggles, but he’s been trying to let go of those traditional beliefs for you. He struggled for a moment on the computer, not understanding how it even works and he was tempted to use magic but he couldn’t do it in front of countless muggles.

After two hours of struggling to use the computer, he finally managed to dig up some information about you like the place you work at and other stuff etc. Draco may have struggled to turn on the damn computer and other things, but it was worth it just to prove himself to you.. even if it meant him doing ridiculous things.

You were busy sitting at a coffee shop with your co-worker, just chatting over a few work things while drinking some coffee. You still couldn’t forget about Draco, despite all your efforts.. part of your heart still yearned for him but you knew his heart just didn’t feel the same way. You shook your head to shake yourself out of your thoughts, trying to focus on your co-worker’s thoughts and business plans. While you were listening to your co-worker, Draco had managed to sneakily go inside the cafe and get a seat near your table to observe you. Draco couldn’t believe he was resorting to stalking you but the things he’d do to show his love for you is crazy.

“Huh, that guy keeps looking at you quite often.”

Your co-worker says, noticing Draco’s watchful eyes on you. You were confused for a moment until you glance over at the direction your co-worker was looking at, your eyes widened in surprise as you realise it was Draco sitting there; just watching you with his grey-blue eyes. You immediately try to play it off cool as you look away from him, looking at your co-worker instead.

“That’s odd, isn’t it?”

You said dryly, trying to hide the obvious shock on your face from Draco just randomly appearing in some muggle cafe. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence. As you try to ignore his obvious presence, you just couldn’t.. you snuck looks at him; only to find that he was staring right back at you with those smouldering eyes of his.

Eventually you and your co-worker leave the cafe, your co-worker heads off into another direction and you were about to go off into a street when you felt something grab your hand. A cold, rough hand yet it was oddly comforting and familiar.

“Y/N, I know it’s you.”

It was Draco’s hand, holding onto yours tightly. He missed your touch, those intimate moments you shared while you were dating. His cold grey-blue eyes softening, showing a look of longing and guilt in his eyes as you turn around and meet his gaze.

“Draco, why are you here?”

There was no point of denying your identity now, he knows it’s you. Part of you just wanted to accept him back but the fear of him breaking your heart again and leaving you made you wary and scared. You keep a blank face as you gazed into his grey-blue eyes, trying to ignore those feelings of yearning and longing.

“I just wanted to talk, Y/N. Just hear me out.”

His voice was soft as he started leading you over to a more secluded spot, near a park to talk but you hesitate.

“I don’t know, Draco.. why didn’t you just move on?”

“I couldn’t move on, I made that mistake of letting you go. I regret it so much, Y/N.”

His grey-blue eyes weren’t cold anymore, they were filled with guilt and desperation. His words were pleasing as he looked at you, this wasn’t the same cocky and arrogant Draco you remember all those years ago. Your heart wanted to take him back but your mind can’t handle the emotional pain of him leaving you again. The way he broke up with you all that time ago was bitter and it hurt.

“Just hear me out, please? I won’t take up too much of your time, Y/N.”

You stay silent, unsure of what to say but Draco continues on; his hand still holding onto yours firmly as he speaks. His words were genuine, filled with guilt and desperation for your forgiveness.

“I just want to start with how sorry I am, it was stupid of me to break up with you. Not a single day goes by that I think about you, thinking of ways I could make it up to you again. Please, Y/N. I’m sorry for everything that happened, I never wanted things to be like this.”

“You hurt me Draco. But not just me, so many people died and got injured during the war because of the people you were affiliated with. You made me wonder what went wrong in our relationship, you never told me why you acted the way you acted then.”

Draco’s look of guilt deepened at your words, his eyes started to well up slightly as he squeezed your hand. You really did want to take him back but you don’t even know if you could trust him anyways.

“I know you‘ve changed, Draco but I want you to prove you‘ve changed. If you want my forgiveness, prove to me that you’re a good person that I know you can be.”

Your voice was firm as you spoke, your eyes glancing into Draco’s eyes to gauge his reaction. You could see a small smile grow on his face, a look of determination forming as he nods.

“Thank you, Y/N. I won’t disappoint you.”

With that said, ever since then; he’s been doing things everyday to prove himself to you. Draco did things he’d never do, just to show you that he’s changed for the better. Every single day for a whole three months, he walked you home from work, helped you with any problems etc. Draco certainly exceeding your expectations, he was never the type to grovel for forgiveness but he was doing many things to show he won’t do those mistakes ever again.

Eventually, your heart and mind finally agreed to take him back after those three months. Draco was ecstatic, promising he’d never leave you ever again and he kept those promises. You and Draco did things you used to do when you were first dating, rebuilding those memories and your relationship as whole. Fixing the things that were lacking at the start.

There’s one thing guaranteed, Draco will never dare to break your heart ever again.

[valeriefauxnom]

Yo, since you brought it up, what's the interpretation of Abyss's ending you like the most?

Going for blood, huh, anon? I'll bite!

I'm on the side of 'technically I think it should be Asch in Luke's body' side even if I acknowledge it's ultimately ambiguous.

The Contamination sidequest, of course, is the principle foundation for this argument, as it spells out pretty clearly: Asch will die, but Asch will assume Luke's body as a backup. Luke will remain in body but not spirit, further twisting the knife to Jade, who no longer would want his dream of 'replicas as a replacement body' to come true as he wished for Nebilim.

We also see an example of the effect with Star in Ortion cavern. The group comes back to see that the original cheagle has died, and the replica remains. But when Jade interviews the cheagle via Mieu, he finds out that it is the original in the replica's body, who felt weak, passed out, and woke up in another body.

More arguably, but I also might look to Jade's immediate response after he learns of Asch's death. He starts asking Luke about how it feels and all that, likely trying to get a gauge on what's happening, if there's any chance Luke is escaping the Big Bang, etc. He wants Luke to escape this with his life, no matter how dismal the odds even without Asch's death.

...And he doesn't seem pleased with the response he gets.

There's also his response at Tataroo itself, which, okay, very arguable, but to me is not a pleased look from Jade. I'm not claiming to be any kind of expert on reading emotions, but Jade's to me looks like one more of grief and/or disappointment than of happiness, especially in the anime, which could have more expressiveness than the original PS2 graphics in a game that had some notably poorly cutscenes.

And while yes, the mysterious figure does have more visual hints to Luke than Asch, and does reference a 'promise', I will say that to the latter both of the redheads were chucking around promises to everyone and is ambiguous. Luke's promise to Guy, to Tear, Asch's to Luke, etc.

Also, I just think it could be a unique and sad ending if Asch, who has utterly loathed replicas and the concept of one, from Van's grooming and his own trauma regarding Luke's replacement, finds himself a 'replica' in the new world, in his counterpart's body, and has to start trying to figure out what to do and who to be in the new world while puppeting around what's effectively the corpse of another person. It's just uniquely horrifying a concept that I would have loved to see explored. Heck, maybe even a postgame or game about the Jade Gang dealing with the impending fonon crisis while maybe trying to find a way to get Luke back and all the drama that could result would have been fun.

...But, as always, this is a very cursory summary of some of the most common arguments for Asch. We could dissect the Contamination Effect and Big Bang and all that all day, but to me, I personally don't see any evidence that it is not working as prescribed on Eldrant, or 'reversed' as some people argue. The one example we see is it working as intended, and Jade doesn't seem all that pleased when it seems like it's starting to kick up with Luke.

However, I'd like to throw a much rarer argument into the works as a thing to consider, just for fun.

What if it's not Asch in Luke's body or the reverse, or a merging of the two into one mind/body...But Lorelei?

To this, I'd like to point out that Lorelei has a sworn duty to answer the Grand Fonic Hymn of Yulia. And what was Tear signing right before this mysterious person popped up randomly in a field when Luke nor Asch show a particular skill in stealth? Well I mean Luke says he's good at hide and seek but still

Uh-huh, Grand Fonic Hymn. This could also explain the 'promised' quote. Lorelei is fulfilling its covenant with Yulia in heeding her descendant's call.

The mysterious person's speech and behavior, for however short we see it, is...ethereal? For lack of a better word? Detached? Both Luke and Asch are very emotional people and don't tend to speak in such a even, neutral tone. Lorelei, however, is a fonic sentience (well, so is Luke, but Luke is a mini chunk of Lorelei) and is not human at the end of the day. What few lines we do get from it in game are 'indirect' and otherwise formatted in a manner humans don't usually use when speaking. To me, the more detached 'This place has a nice view of Hod' compared to anything Luke or Asch might have said normally, even a greeting, is more aligned with Lorelei's potential behavior.

So yeah. Perhaps it's Lorelei, come to Auldrant after heeding Tear's call, perhaps in its' scions' visages, attempting to honor them both by assuming elements of both now that they (or at least Luke) have re-assimilated into the greater whole of Lorelei. Lorelei certainly seems to like its scions.

In the end I can just summarize: scientifically, I think it's Asch, canonically, it's ambiguous. No matter what side of the debate one is on, I dislike people trying to insist that it is absolute fact that x happened. I think part of the ambiguity is intended to reflect the fact that the Score is gone, the future is no longer set. Notice also how all the text boxes are gone after the Score is repealed. What they're saying- what's happening is no longer has a single canonical answer. So even if I do think more of the rules of the Abyss world point to Asch, it's ultimately up in the air.

[1galaxia369]

VIRGO RISING ♍️

💚 Timeless Read 💚

Virgos I'm getting you went through some things, some soul searching happened. I see a renewed person! I love that for you! You finally removed the tight restrictions you had on your self and finally are leaning into divine flow. You finally got real with yourself and healed, letting go has to be a life changing feeling for you. I don't know if you realize that this change happened within you yet but it has and you'll never be that old you again. your overall energy at this time is forward movement, things will be picking up and alot will be happening regarding your career and spiritual life also, you might be moving soon or going abroad. It's time for you to start enjoying life now you are too hard on yourself and you put too much of your energy into work (work that isn't for you). You have so many ideas and creative skills and the universe is (not forcing you) giving you a forceful nudge towards working on them and walking the path to your dreams and goals. It's time for some focus, you have an excellent work ethic, towards anything you put your mind to. you will have an entire plan and routine surrounding your plans and that's what you need right now-- to be your self and use that magick you got at birth to do something you love.

In the past or maybe you just went through some struggle and serious lessons. Things like these often leave an imprint on a person, you might be dealing with a scarcity mindset as a result of what happened. Your relationship with money is imbalanced, you might have made a financial choice that you think messed you up or caused struggle but that wasn't the case. The period of time was going to happen regardless of what you did with your money, things like that have to run its course. Your okay now, you don't need to keep up that fear of fucking up aslo, you are human. Also, its okay to spend your money on things that aren't neccessesity. Buying things that makes you happy are just as important as taking care of responsibilities, put something aside for yourself everytime. You need to understand that you actually don't have control over everything in this reality and over yourself. Practice not thinking and planning every single outcome and possibility for everything you do. Give your mind a rest and allow your intuition to lead you. There is a strong need for that listening to SELF and not worrying about things that haven't happened yet, you can't control something that haven't happened yet. Your spirit guides are working hard on your behave, give your self a break and learn to flow. When things arise in that moment you'll know what to do just focus on what's going on right now. This will bring in happiness and emotional stability.

You are in good position to start seriously working towards your dreams. The universe is handing your stability and support, let your intuition lead you now. The signs and messages will be there and you need to pay attention even to the little nudges and feelings you get. If you feel like walking to the park or randomly having a certain song stuck in your head follow those nudges. Little things will lead you to information or help. More importantly the negative self talk and self doubt create noise and you won't be able to hear your inner voice. Please note that when embarking on new journeys you are usually going to be alone and to your loved ones you'll be considered crazy or weird. The people closest to you won't be able to see your vision and won't be much support I'm afraid, so this dream that's about to be fulfilled requires mental strength and complete peace and focus. Meditation and just mindful sitting is a good way to quiet your mind, whenever you start over think or when peoples criticisms start replaying in your head and it's too much, just take deep breaths 3 to focus, 6 to center your self and 9 to release. I see you being in love with all your old hobbies and passions and you'll be going back to learn, whether it's you dedicating time to practice or going back to school or hitting up a mentor. You'll be going back to find yourself and renewing those things you left behind in the pursuit of practicality and doing what society wants. Time to be yourself and honor what self wants and stop living up to the expectations other people put on you.

I recommend some spiritual cleansing, baths and smudging ( sage then palo santo or get a good incense I'd rec. cinnamon or lavender or 7 african powers). Release is good for you 29 deep breaths from the gut. Try some yoga it will help with slowing down your mind and releasing tension.

[frodo-with-glasses]

Stupid Domestic Headcanons for the Bag End Household

(Yes I know this is AU just shut up and let me have this)

The Gamgee kids call Frodo “Uncle”

Sam initially tried teaching them to say “Mr. Frodo” all proper-like, because it’s the respectful way for folks like them to address a gentlehobbit

But the grown-ups—especially Merry and Pippin—would occasionally say “Uncle Frodo” as a joke, and the kids caught on to that started saying it non-ironically

To Sam’s mortification, Frodo encouraged this

By the fifth child Sam just gave up and let the “Uncle Frodo” thing stick

Frodo plays favorites

He will vehemently deny this. How DARE you insinuate he has a favorite Gamgee child, that’s preposterous, he couldn’t possibly choose just one, he loves them all equally and favoring one over the others would be like choosing a favorite from his own children and it’s Elanor

The first time he held her, she was one and a half hours old and extremely tiny—not tiny for a newborn, but tiny for anyone without much experience with newborns—and his brain did a speed-run of recontextualizing his entire life and realizing that the sacrifices that he made to destroy the Ring were exactly what made the world safe for this tiny, wrinkled, fragile little Hobbit baby to grow up happy and free and whole and he absolutely broke down crying

She’s been his favorite ever since

She hangs out in his study in her free time and talks about whatever is on her mind while he’s busy translating Elvish texts or whatever

She’ll tell him about her day—about the runaway sheep that she helped chase back into the neighbor’s pen or the embroidery sample she did that day or the neighbor boy down the lane whom she thinks is cute—and he’ll nod and hum in acknowledgment and ask small clarifying questions until she gets bored of talking and then she’ll ask “what are you doing?” and he’ll launch into a detailed academic lecture about history or geography or linguistics

She actually understands pretty well. Partly because she’s a bright student, and partly because he’s a good teacher and skilled at simplifying things so she understands them.

Elanor will randomly whip out a random factoid about ye olden Gondorian king while she’s potting flowers in the garden and Sam will immediately shoot a look at Frodo that’s both impressed and exasperated

On that note, Frodo takes it upon himself to see that any Gamgee child who is interested will know how to read

Rosie listens in on the lessons and learns along with her kids

She actually learned her letters towards the end of her first pregnancy; as soon as she got so big and tired that she spent more time moping around the house than helping Sam in the garden, Frodo took the opportunity to distract her with the alphabet

One of the first texts he used as a primer for Rosie was Bilbo’s “cow jumped over the moon” poem

Sam thought this was Very Funny

Frodo Jr. has an oliphaunt plushie that he carries around like a security blanket

He’s had it since he was a baby, when Rosie sewed the thing herself based on Sam’s descriptions

It’s been patched so many times it’s barely recognizable, but it’s still his “olly-fant”

He’s very nearly as obsessed with oliphaunts as his dad is

There is an entire wall in the front hallway that is used for tracking the kids’ heights

It was originally just a doorway, but then there started to be too many kids, and the notches in the doorframe got muddled and it was hard to tell whose mark was whose and now it is a wall

Sam’s sisters basically adopted Rosie as one of their own and get along like a house on fire

It’s a rare day that one of them doesn’t come over for tea and a bit of gossip and brings the cousins along for a play-date

Bag End is constantly full of the happy screams of hobbit children

Frodo has leaned to either deal with this or kick them all outside when he needs to concentrate

Frodo and Rosie were initially pretty awkward around one another

Frodo didn’t want to intrude on Sam’s new marriage, and Rosie didn’t know exactly how to address her husband’s tortured, melancholy soul-friend who happens to be a member of the gentry

But then Rosie managed to help calm Frodo down from one of his panic attacks (which Sam calls “fits”) while Sam was unavailable, which immediately broke the ice and cemented their friendship

Rosie has learned that whenever either one of her boys (read: Frodo and Sam) is being stubborn and unreasonable, the best course of action is to get the other one of her boys and have him come whip his best friend into shape

Frodo will give a long, calm, in-depth lecture about why Rosie is right and you really ought to listen closer to your wife, Samwise; Sam will just make sad eyes at Frodo until he agrees to eat or bathe or sleep or whatever he’s neglecting to do this time

The fact that the boys know she’s pitting them against each other doesn’t make it any less effective

Especially if she’s with child again; never has Frodo folded quicker and agreed to eat something sooner than when he’s getting sad puppy eyes from Sam and a very pregnant Rosie at the same time

Frodo sees Rosie as an extension of the life-debt he has to Sam and considers it his duty to ensure her safety and well-being, and this causes him to get very protective over her sometimes

Sam knows that Rosie can hold her own if someone says something untoward about her (likelier than not some gossip about her living with two male hobbits), but Frodo hasn’t yet got it into his head that Rosie can defend herself just fine and he will GO OFF if anyone so much as looks at her wrong

He also frets over her when she’s pregnant even more than Sam does

Again, this is not for lack of Sam’s attention, but because Frodo is an anxious worry-wort

Rosie sees Frodo as something between “distant older brother” or “weird uncle”

She thinks he’s very strange and eccentric, and—like having a funky-looking cat—that just makes her more fond of him

She’s heard enough of Sam and Frodo’s journey to piece together what happened, and because of it she is both in awe of Frodo and deeply saddened by the sacrifices he had to make; she considers it her own little service to Middle Earth to help make life comfortable and joyful and good for the two hobbits who saved her world

Because of his trauma, Frodo is prone to what Sam calls “fits” (aka panic attacks) and “moods” (aka depressive slumps), and Rosie has learned how to deal with both, and she teaches the older children how to help as soon as they’re old enough to understand

Elanor is her greatest helper; Frodo always seems to be able to muster a little smile for her, no matter how bad he’s feeling, even if he has to fake it

When Frodo is not in one of his “moods” (which tend to be worse around September through March), he is constantly working on recording his history of the War of the Ring and translating Elvish texts and corresponding back and forth with Aragorn in long letters to Gondor and secretly trying to write poems and songs to express his gratitude to Sam; he’s got reams and reams of the lattermost category, but never feels like he can get it quite right

But he’ll share his work with Sam if he’s at least 75% happy with it, and it always makes Sam cry

Journeyman is one of the first of those songs, and it was Sam’s favorite

Sam used to sing it to his kids at bedtime, and Frodo would hear his voice from the hall and get a little misty-eyed

Frodo’s favorite phrase, when he runs out of ways to say “thank you” to Sam, is “Rosie dear, come kiss your husband for me” because then he can just sit back and chuckle into his tea while Sam flushes up red like a tomato

Sometimes Legolas and Gimli drop in for a visit and all madness breaks loose

More infrequently, sometimes Aragorn comes to visit and quickly becomes a living jungle-gym for all the little Gamgees

But their favorite guest, of course, is Gandalf, who always shows up unexpected with sweets to distract all the little Hobbits from swarming him and hiding under his robes and wearing his hat

Frodo never marries and remains single as a pringle, and as happy as his health will allow, for the rest of his natural life

[kinokoshoujoart]

woke up at 2 am in a cold sweat from an extremely stressful nightmare that there was a “disease” meter in SOS AWL

i found it out because i noticed a new icon under my health bar that looked exactly like this

from reading a guide (which i had to do while time moved since there was no way to pause) i learned that

you start with a randomly generated number of hidden Disease Points from 0-100

you can also increase/decrease your hidden Disease Meter by doing various things like snuggling sick animals / not washing hands / not sleeping / talking to certain npcs / eating diseased foods

every marriage candidate ALSO has a set amount of Disease Points

marriage candidates might refuse to marry you altogether if your Disease Points are too high, and at a certain point most npcs simply walk/run away from you on sight, and the music becomes all jank like in HMDS at high fatigue

when you get married your disease points are added to theirs, and if it is over 100% your child is born with the Diseased Personality, which overrides all the regular Naughty/Normal/Shy/Chatty personalities and makes any kind of skill development nearly impossible

i was especially distressed because looking at the table of contents rock had his own dedicated section to navigating his disease mechanics since they worked differently than the rest of the candidates

the rest of the dream was me reading the guide whenever i could, i kept trying to find moments when i could read it but for most of the dream it was really vague about rock, just ominously warning that he’s incredibly diseased and going “it’s best to avoid Rock because Well You Know”

so eventually i learned rock had 501 disease points which should be impossible since it’s meant to go from 1-100 (marlin had the second highest, at 70). i was despairing because it seemed impossible to enter chapter 2 with him in these circumstances, and time was moving quickly, but it turned out that you can cause an overflow error since the counter for child disease only counts to 200 before starting over, so if i got the maximum amount of disease points then it would wrap like 501 + 100 = 1 and our child would have the lowest possible disease of any child

so i spent the rest of the dream frantically trying to gain as many disease points as possible by talking to daryl repeatedly, touching as many surfaces without washing hands, eating failed dishes, talking to rock and agreeing with him during his multiple choice questions, but i got to the point where i was literally bedridden and had no options left to increase disease points since i was stuck in bed and no one would come visit / help me, i was just rotting with the Disease music blasting in my ears, awful

[immortal-raine]

NEW OP CHARACTER (OC)

Out of the 7 years I’ve been consuming OP I haven’t made made an Oc until now hehe

She’s still in daft so bear with me, tbh she doesn’t have a name yet maybe Mylo? Nova?Lmao idk

Gonna have to zoom in, to really soak in the plot jk jk I’m info dumping here: (but if you don’t wanna read a lot, the images is a recap more or less)

- Born In Water 7, This Kid Worked as a Apprentice Shipwright at Galley-La Co.

- Got Caught in a Annual Aqua Laguna at like 14 ish

- Ended Up Stranded On a Random Island, Built a Boat to Get Back Home; Without a Log Pose, Map, Or Navigation Skills, She Just Ended Up Drifting From Place to Place. Kinda Became A Adventure on It’s Own

- Found and Ate A Devil Fruit called smth like…

[ Sheep Sheep Fruit Model: Komahitsuji]?

- Now Can’t Swim, She Decided to Stay on Island And Just Live as a Sheep, Eat, Sleep, Shit and Repeat living the dream y’know

- Months Pass And A Ship With A handful Of Pirates Show Up, Izo Being Apart This. Believing A Sheep Native to Wano Somehow Got Out Of Country, Decided to Bring it Along. Izo Using Snack Sack To Get it Aboard The Ship, And Her Being Have Sleep And Delirious, She Follows.

- Not Fully Aware During The Trip Back To The Main Ship, She Wakes Up in Front of Whitebeard Confused, But Keeps up The Sheep Act really what do you expect, they make awesome food, she can chill all day, and be on the sea without worry, it’s a solid deal

- After Week She Just Decides To stop The Act, Playing With Stephan And Kotatsu Was Fun But Getting Treated Like Them, Not So Much

- Huge Shock For Everyone But They Got Over it, Got Adopted By Whitebeard, And Became a Official Member Of Whitebeard Pirates

- Starts Working as a Apprentice Shipwright Again, Under 6th Division Blamenco!

- Working in The 6th Division Means She’s Not Always On The Main Ship, But When She is She’s Following Izo around, Izo Being The one Who Brought Her is Kinda Responsible of Making Sure She’s Alright

- Besides Izo, She’s Learning a Few Things From Haruta, Ranting to Namur, Listening to Stories from Whitebeard, Gushing about UTA to Thatch, and Bothering Marco because everyone likes to do that once in a while

- Getting Away From Work Is Where Whitey Bay Comes In, Jump Ship With Her and Be MIA until She’s Found Out and Called Back

Ace Joining (Kidnapped) 2 years after her:

(Gonna have to zoom in man)

- Met 2 Months into his assassination attempts they met randomly, when Whitey Bay dropped her off.

Ace and Her Was Cool After The Assassination Attempts, They Would Talk When She’d Get Back From Where She Working

After The Paramount War:

- Too Young To Participate In The War, She Was Left To morn Whitebeard and Her Brother’s Lives

- She Took Care Of Stephan For A Bit Until She Decided To Work For The Revs

- Learned protocols And Tactics For a Year

- There She Loved Meeting Ivankov because who wouldn’t? And Learning under Inazuma Was Fun Reminded Her of Learning Things From Haruta

- Met Sabo and Talked about Ace and Moments She Spent With Him

- After Being Deployed In A Mission With Sabo, Koala, Hack, And a Handful Of Revs, She Both Respected And Feared Sabo

- Koala Unintentionally Saved Her From Talking With Sabo Once And Became Her Saving Grace Ever Since

- She Was Deployed Under Morgans as a Spy to Keep Tabs On Him and Anything Else Note Worthy

- Shockingly Met Deuce, Told Him The Truth because she’s conditioned to tell her older bothers the truth He Didn’t Care Much, So He Became A Silent Accomplice

- Another Year Pass And Strawhat Pirates Make Their Debut Into The New World, While Working For The Revs She also Helps Deuce Write Reports On The StrawHats Newest Exploits

Now That that’s Over With, Here’s All Her Art (Still Drafting)

Sketches:

With Color:

Thanks for coming to my rant fest, or just looking at the art, I appreciate it, okay bye :D

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

M a n,, i used to love bnha so much - it's kinda sad to see how like. It's gotten This bad(?) Rushed(?) Over-the-top(?)

Like, the main thing thats SO disappointing is the quirks,,, each one had established traits or properties, and Yeah - they can grow or evolve a bit, bnha was SUPPOSED to be about being in a hero school and about learning and improving. If one of 1-a had trained and improved their quirk , or discovered a new way to wield it - great! 10/10 tha's growth baby

Anyways, apart from the previous mentioned example of a quirk 'changing' -The idea of each quirk having their set in stone limits and function is a real good way to show off characters!!!! In a battle, or even in rescue situations, we could see each member of 1-a use their quirks differently, how some are more suited for different tasks, how some limits have to be worked around etc

In battles especially -it would be satisfying to see a character use their skills and quirk Cleverly. Using the surroundings around them to their advantage, trying to use their quirk in new ways whilst still battling their limits,,

BUT. Instead i feel like all battle wins or 'improvements' arent. Earned??? The quirk will just 'power up' or 'evolve', (cough cough bakugou), or theres just the kinda. 'Im gonna yell harder and be more determined, so im STRONGER than u now >:] ' kinda vibe,,?

Im not a big bakugou fan lol, but even i would think it would be better to see him fight, if his battles revolved around thr quirk we know he has and how he wields it and how his strategy goes. Instead of. OH, suddenly he can do this now without any prior hinting to it or without it even MAKING SENSE for his quirk to be capable of,,,,,

I dont know if im phrasing this right tbh,,, its just something thats such a let down for the series :[

I think if the academia part of my hero ACADEMIA was longer, it'd pay off better with seeing these new 'abilities' being learnt or discovered naturally in the story,, even the more. Out there quirk evolutions would be a bit easier to accept then lol

Now the series kinda has no stakes?? Because you cant get a feel for a battle, if randomly a new power is unlocked that completely changes the tides of it with no warning, or if randomly one character is just Stronger than the other and nothing else,, theres no suspense, if a character is at a disadvantage - we dont read that and get excited for how the character will creatively get around this set-back. They'll just 'get strong' i guess,,

I am SO SORRY this is so long . I just think that the quirks allowed for so much creative possibilities in bnha, and its so sad to see it not be used :[[

(Im mainly upset about characters like yaoyorozu, because HELLO!???? Her quirk.??? Could be used in so many creative ways in a fight??????? Why is she just in the bg not doing anything whilst characters with less possabilities are in the foreground pulling magic evolutions outta no-where--)

All of this. MHA as a series had immense potential. There were moments in it where I enjoyed what I was seeing. Sadly MHA crashed and burned so quickly.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 44*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Magnus... prepares you for your date.. I guess.

Author’s Note: WE’RE BACK BABYYYYYY

Thanks so much to everyone for being so patient during my hiatus!! I definitely needed some time to just slow down a bit (and to reiterate from my recent update, things still will be slow! But the time off was nice), and I really appreciate the kindness and support in that decision :3 It means so much to me, I wish I could better express it to y’all.

I hope that this is a good chapter for jumping back into things! I did my best to recap the past few chapters a little bit for those of you who need a small refresher, as well as incorporate a small time skip (like, 2 weeks tops).

If you're not into that, I hope the smut makes up for it <3

As always, I hope you enjoy, and I’d love to hear your thoughts! x Also, please see the comments for another author's note once you finish reading this chapter ^^

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Seb had first seen magic as something spooky and surreal. Nothing more than a new and weird thing that fuzzied up the lines between the fiction he took comfort in, and the burdens of reality. It was a completely understandable take for him to have felt that way, and I had been surprised that he was so chill about introducing it back into his life through me! 

That said, I thought he’d still keep it to a minimum. 

But!!!

Ever since our visit to Magnus a few weeks ago — again, a visit that held the intention of Seb merely becoming a little reacquainted with the arcane, as we’d both expected him to keep his involvement small — learning magic has morphed into a bit of a passion project for him. A means to become as badass as his magic-wielding OCs and shit. It’s rad as hell. Kinda hot too. I dunno what it is about magic, but it does things to me, dude.

When Seb isn’t programming, and we aren’t spending time alone together, he’s now enthusiastically re-familiarizing himself with his rusty arcane skill set as well as indulging in some new knowledge. And likewise, when I’m not farming, taking care of Cannoli, or spending time with either of my partners alone, I’m honing my rapidly-increasing skills as a mage.

The necklace Welwick gave me has been working wonders for my abilities. Like, I now have that sixth-sense Magnus vaguely talks about from time-to-time, for when something magical is nearby. That could just be a result of my growth as a mage in general, but I think it’s more fun to imagine this little trinket siphoning a bunch of cool shit into me.

Also, clairvoyance doesn’t come to me so randomly anymore, aside from the occasional flash of something in my head! It’s getting a bit easier to tell the difference between dreams and a distant reality during my sleep, too. Similarly to… well, fucking everything else related to magic, I guess, it’s sort of a gut-feeling above all else.

This nifty little thing has also allowed me to practice my psychicism in the way that Magnus always had to resort to. For him to predict the future, he must conduct a spell and perform a weird ritual of sorts. He saves it for when things feel “off,” like when I moved to Pelican town… and for when he gets eager, and wants to know something right then and there. Like when he predicted when I’d be coming over to drink that nasty-ass potion that all but confirmed I’m a mage.

The process requires copious amounts of mana – another reason why he so rarely does it. But because of the extra help from my necklace, as well as my seemingly natural talent as an oracle that I’m assuming Grandpa passed down to me in some way, it doesn’t drain me nearly as much as other spellcasters of my skill level. Even Magnus and Camilla seem to get a bit more nauseated by the process than I do.

Throughout all this, all things romantic have been settling in too; things have gotten much more cozy. At the start of this journey in a polycule of sorts, the concept of openly loving two people in the same room was nothing short of intimidating. Now, it’s as natural as breathing. And while I wouldn’t say it seems like Seb and Magnus are becoming intimate with one another, they’ve definitely been spending more time alone, which makes me happy. Reassures me a bit as well. It’s a nice reminder that I’m not some sort of… I dunno. A selfish hussy. Or something. This concept still feels novel to me in some ways.

Both of my lovers are vague about what happens during their one-on-one meetings. Can’t tell if something’s going on, or if they just know the concept intrigues me, and they agreed to fuck with me a bit. Y’know, get my imagination going, for funsies. I mean, Seb’s crush on the older wizard is still as strong as ever, so I’m secretly hoping that they’re preparing to do some canoodling of their own.

I wish I knew what was going on in those pretty heads of theirs… seems as though mind-reading just isn’t gonna be a thing for me.

Whatever. I’m not bitter.

(Yes I am.)

Speaking of canoodling – I’m headed to Magnus’ place in a few minutes. It’ll be the first time we’ve been alone together in our past few meetings, since Seb can’t make it until later. The poor, emo cave goblin was up working until early this morning. Magnus apparently wants to take me somewhere new today, so it kinda works out, I guess!

After my usual morning routine of farming (the pumpkins feel like they’re taking forever to grow in, but they’re almost there!) and eating, I quickly showered, dried my hair, tossed on some light makeup, and dressed myself. I went for an almost-ankle length, dark and rusty orange, pleated skirt; a cozy and thick, cream-colored, mock neck sweater; and a big, olive-green ribbon to thread around my half-up hairdo. It’s getting to the point in autumn where it basically feels like winter, so I should be safe from sweating too much in all this. 

Once I’ve grabbed my satchel and a jacket to complete the look, I make my way outside. The first thing I do upon exiting the building is remember that I haven’t checked the mail yet. I probably should, just in case Magnus or Lewis have anything important for me… ugh. 

Unable to resist, I go out of my way a bit first, stomping on some leaves that have blown over from all the trees surrounding my land. Cannoli, who has been outside most of the morning, runs over to join in. I scoop him up with an evil chuckle while he’s distracted. 

“Gotcha, punk.”

He meows at me, seemingly pissed, but then purrs after I pat a few smooches onto his head. I hold the little fella in both arms as I open my mailbox with outstretched fingertips. I grab its contents, nudge it shut with my elbow, and sit on the stoop to read what I’ve gotten, with Cannoli staying put in my lap.

“One from Lewis…” I rip it open. “S’just about Spirit’s Eve, nothing major,” I mumble to myself as I shuffle through the envelopes. “Some Joja shit… gross.” I scoff and tear that one in half as Cannoli abandons me, giving me some more space to work with. 

The next letter is in a bright blue envelope with deep purple stars outlining it, each twinkling as though electrically or magically lit. I would normally assume based on the fancy casing that this is from Magnus, but it isn’t labeled, which tells me otherwise. I don’t really sense anything, y’know, magicky about it either. Weird. 

I stand up and go inside, tossing the Joja ads in the trash and before plopping the rest of my mail onto the table. I sit down and cautiously open the blue one, not wanting to damage the pretty stationary too much. Now that it’s in my hand on its own, I can feel that there’s something other than writing inside of it.

The paper itself is blue, this one lighter and more vivid than the envelope. The ink is a deep indigo and the words look like they were written with a sparkly gel pen. And beneath it all is a tiny, gold-painted walnut, still in its shell.

That doesn’t seem very safe to eat. I toss it across the room to the small waste bin between my bedside table and the door, hoping I make the shot. It lands in with a satisfying plink. 

Alex Mullner could never ball like this. He’d weep – no, he’d propose – had he seen such skill!

…Gross. I don’t want that. 

After shimmying that thought away, I turn back to the azure note. It reads:

“We can do great things, you and I.

Forage a rainbow shell and leave it in the train station Lost and Found box if you’re interested. I’ll make it worth your while.

I’m counting on you, kid.”

It’s not even signed by anyone… This is ominous as hell. Part of me wants to ignore it, but I’m also kinda scared not to, y’know? What if something bad happens if I don’t comply or find a way to respond? I mean, this person knows where I live, and is likely keeping things anonymous for a reason. 

Or… it could be some sorta creepy jape by Sam or something, and I’m overthinking as per usual.

I’ll think about that more later… for now, I just wanna get to my purple-haired boyfriend.

I shuffle through the rest of the mail once more to double check that nothing is too urgent before heading back outside.

_______________

“Oy,” I call out as I enter Magnus’ tower, immediately turning my gaze toward the coat rack instead of looking for him. “Where—“ As I adjust my line of sight, I find Magnus just a few feet away, a cheeky glare on his face directed towards me as he waters his houseplants. “Oh.” I blush, embarrassed by how annoying my loud intrusion was. “Hi.”

Magnus doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles, places down his watering can, and strides over to greet me. “Good morning, my heart.” 

That pet name never fails to get me all tingly, oh my goodness. 

Before I can tippy-toe to indicate that I wanna kiss him, he’s already bending down to my level and scooping my face into his hands. I match the action, cupping his rosy cheeks. Unexpectedly, Magnus kisses me hard, causing me to stumble back against the door. 

“Mmf!” I squeak into the kiss before meeting his intensity. Makes him smile. 

He doesn’t show any signs of wanting to stop, our teeth tapping together a bit as he continues to intertwine our lips and tongues while we find a compatible rhythm. Releasing a palm from my cheek, Magnus grips the door frame behind me before dragging his opposing palm further from my face, weaving his fingers in the hair near my nape. The action prompts a dreamy hum from me. 

Yoba. I want him. 

As the wizard begins to kiss down my jaw and onto what little neck I have showing, I breathily murmur, “What about those plans you had for us?”

“You needn’t worry about that,” he mumbles against my earlobe, taking his hand away from my hair to lower the collar of my sweater. “We have plenty of time.”

He eagerly dives back down, leaving light kisses and love bites on my neck. My hands weave into his amethyst tresses as I giggle. The sound comes out airy; in contrast, a syrupy laugh escapes Magnus and vibrates against my skin.

“Mag–” A harder suck that’ll definitely leave a darker mark just below my jaw cuts me off. “Ah~” 

Smirking against my skin, Magnus prompts, “Go on.” 

God, he sounds so smug. It’s so sexy. I subtly shake my head and roll my eyes, a smile never leaving my face. “Nevermind,” I whisper, bringing his mouth back to mine. 

Magnus lifts me up in one swift motion as he accepts my affection, carrying me away from the entrance bridal-style. I open one of my eyes to take a peek at where we’re going. As I do so, he pulls away to watch his step while we descend to the basement.

“What’re we doing down here?” I ask, knowing this could go one of two ways:

Either Magnus is teasing the shit out of me, and he’s taking me to his hall of portals so we can go… wherever; or, he simply decided he wanted to get frisky somewhere other than his bedroom.

“You’re a smart girl,” he answers as he nudges the door open with his foot. His irises are like rubies. “I’m sure you’ve pieced it together already.”

“Maybe I just want some confirmation.”

“Maybe you need to practice patience, my dear,” Magnus teases back.

“Maybe I’m just not a patient person, my dear.” Hm… feels weird to call him something other than Magnus or wizard. I don’t hate it, though.

I drown the tinglies in my tummy by hoisting myself a bit higher with the help of Magnus’ sturdy shoulders, leaving a few open-mouthed kisses on his neck. The action prompts goosebumps across his skin. 

“Heheh–” I begin to evilly laugh at his reaction, but Magnus releases me from his grip, scaring the everliving shit out of me. “Ack!” He catches me mid-air using magic, allowing me to settle myself down without getting hurt. I glare at him the entire time, pretending my heart isn’t beating a bajillion times per minute. “That wasn’t nice,” I chirp with my brows furrowed, barely above a whisper. 

It’s Magnus’ turn for a menacing chuckle as he leads me to the couch where I usually do my studies; the one closest to the western wall of the room.

“I thought you would enjoy the thrill.”

“Clearly you know nothing about me, wiz.” 

Magnus’ eyes — which had shifted to their natural maroon again by the end of our short journey — are crimson once more. As we slow to a halt in front of the sofa, the absolute skyscraper of a man cages me in, his hands clutching the purple back piece of the furniture and forcing me to stumble into a sitting position. Wide-eyed and with heat creeping between my thighs, I lean back and look up at my partner. 

Then, a sadistic, almost lazy grin creeps across his features while he leans down, moving his hands to grip my sides once his previous stance probably grew uncomfy. He’s almost entirely crouching to level with me. 

“I know more than you realize,” he points out. Ominous.

I fidget with my long sleeves as Magnus’ lips draw closer to my ear, his breath on my neck and face sending a shiver down my spine. 

His hands slide lower while he kisses just below my earlobe, before continuing, “How many people out there, at this very moment, can say they know precisely what makes you squirm?” His voice is low and gravelly, and he punctuates his sentence by squeezing my hips hard, pulling a sigh from me. Proving his point with ease.

This prick actually waits a moment for me to answer his question, his head still hovering closely next to mine. “Well?” 

It takes me a sec to register any form of language until I blink out of my horny fog and respond, “I mean… not many, I guess.” My brain has kinda just blocked out any sexual partners I had prior to Seb and Magnus, given none of them could hold a candle to these men.

The elemental grows quieter as he proceeds, “Alright. And how many can claim they’ve known you far prior to your present lifetime?” His hands drag off my hips, now resting on the red velvet cushions. 

The cockiness, greediness, and complete possessiveness of his follow-up makes me shudder. Has me choking back embarrassing sounds and stuff. Makes it hard to speak.

“J-just you.” 

“Veeery good.” Yoba, so much praise… my poor kinky heart can’t take this. “In that case–” Magnus brings his face to my view, and manually tilts my head by the chin. After drawing closer, he whispers against my quivering lips, “I’d say on the basis of those two factors alone that I know you better than most, wouldn’t you agree?”

I inhale shakily. He grins knowingly. “Yes…” I could barely hear my own voice. It’s as if Magnus has me under a spell… but he doesn’t this time. He’s just that captivating.

Mirroring my volume – fucking tease – he lilts, “Good girl.” Then, he pulls away, leaving me yearning for more kisses.

Fuck.

Standing upright, he puts out his palm for me to take. My head feels swimmy as I oblige without question, and he replaces my spot, urging me to try to straddle him. Doesn’t work. Skirt’s too long.

“Um… hold on…” 

I get up from the half-kneeling position I was in and simply remove the skirt altogether. Magnus chuckles as I struggle to find more words, feeling the hot redness of my cheeks spread down my neck. Why do I feel so shy right now? 

Beaming with his brows raised, he claims, “How bold of you.”

“What else was I gonna do?” I quip. It came out meeker than I’d wanted it to, but Magnus pays no mind to that. 

He shrugs, taking both my hands in his as I settle back onto his lap. His erection is apparent now that I’m sitting on it. Mmmmm. 

“I merely assumed you would roll up the fabric.” 

I close my eyes and lean forward further to rest in defeat against his silk, navy button-down, before copying his shrug. He has a good point. 

Magnus, sensing my unease, exhales jovially through his nose, before reassuring me, “Worry not, dear.” After unweaving our fingers, he wraps his arms around my waist. “Your haste is more than welcome.”

I grip the fabric of his shirt in both fists and groan into it. “T’still embarrassing though…” I complain, my voice muffled by the fabric.

Magnus moves his hands, now cupping my ass in each one. “Let me shift your mind away from that, then,” he purrs above my ear. 

I tilt my head so that my face isn’t being consumed by his chest anymore. “How the fuck are you so smooth?”

“I don’t necessarily mean to be.”

It makes sense, I guess. He’s been around for a thousand – or two, or whatever it is – years. He’s had more than enough practice. “Of course not…” 

I sigh. Then, I slip just under his face, leaving featherlight pecks along his jawline. He giggles a bit. “That tickles…”

“Yeah?” 

My instinctive laughter comes out menacing and gremlin-like. I attack him with more little kisses, paired with ten wiggly fingers against his sides. And oh boy, I’ve never heard such high pitched or loud noises come from this man.

“C-cease yourself!” 

“Never!” I proclaim, nearly cackling at this point. I’ve never seen him laugh this hard, and god, it’s fucking adorable. 

I keep myself planted atop him and do my best to dodge his swats towards me as he lays himself down, keeling over. Magnus lets out a snort that puts down my guard for a moment, and before I know it, he’s finally grappling my wrists, taking claim of them on either side of his face. The action pulls me down, bumping my forehead into his.

Magnus winces while I let out a quick and half-assed “Ouch!” before laughing a little more. I rest my face in the crevice between his head and our arms to recuperate. I gotta breathe oh my god and my abs hurt. 

When I come back up, Magnus is giving me sort of a funny look. Like, he’s still blushing (eyes included) and smiling, but I feel like I’ve never seen this exact expression before. 

“What?”

His lips curl up further before shaking his head slightly and answering, “I… your laughter is so beautiful.” My eyes widen a little, as does my smile. “I love you so much. Come here.” 

As the words leave his mouth and before I have a chance to verbally return the sentiment, he’s removing his hold on my wrists and tugging me into a deep, slow, and much more passionate kiss than the almost-feral ones we shared upstairs. It still leaves my tummy fluttering and my heart racing just as hastily. 

Once we grow a little more heated, I find myself accidentally grinding against Magnus’ arousal a bit; and once Magnus realizes it as well, his hands find refuge on my butt again, aiding my movements.

Sucks how that weird potion I drank to become a mage made me more athletic and cardiovascularly healthy, but it didn’t actually fix any of my joint issues. Even just this gentle rocking with my legs spread out this wide is making my hips cramp up a bit.

“Sore?” My partner murmurs into the kiss.

“How’d you know?”

“T’was a gut feeling.”

“That sure is a fancy way of saying you were in my head again.”

“Damn.” He breaks, an amused huff escaping him. “I almost fooled you.”

I sit up and very lightly punch his chest a few times. Asserting my dominance, for sure. 

After a few hits, I glare down at him, palms pressed against his chest. Magnus glares up at me, thumbs tracing small circles against my sides. He scans my body as he gnaws his lower lip.

This is hot.

He eventually speaks up, his orbs red as can be. “Are you finished throwing your little tantrum?” His usually sweet tone was replaced by something still honeyed, but more gravelly and domineering.

That was hotter. Fuck.

I swallow thickly and nod, subconsciously stimming with one of the lower buttons on his top. “Yeah.” 

His eyes drink in my body again. “Perfect.” Next, Magnus tugs me by my hips, giving me a little lift to bypass his arms as he all but plants me on his fucking face.

“What are you–” He cuts me off with a bite to my inner thigh. A heady sigh leaves me. 

With his pupils blown wide, he suggests, “This is surely easier on your hips given how much less you need to stretch them, no?”

“I-I guess.” I hide the lower half of my face in some of my hair. I feel so vulnerable. In a good way, but still. I don’t think I’ve ever ridden someone’s face before. I voice this concern into his brain, too timid to say it out loud.

Magnus repositions our forms slightly, giving his neck more comfort as he lets his head lay down flat against the cushion, with a little room to spare between his scalp and the arm of the sofa. I peer back at his legs. His left is dangling off the opposite end of the couch and probably bumping into the bookshelf a bit, while the right is planted on the floor beneath us.

“Would you like to try?” The wizard finally asks as I bring my gaze back to his.

I take a sec to contemplate it. On one hand, I feel weird being so exposed. On the other… How is this really any different from being eaten out while I’m laying down? Some fingers of my left hand are twirling a soft strand of Magnus’ hair. Those on my right are still tangled in my own (h/c) tresses, which continue giving my mouth and chin some privacy. 

Despite the need to stim out my nerves, I still nod my answer to him.

After being given the OK, Magnus begins to softly kiss my inner thigh. In between, he orders, “If you want to stop, let me know.”

“‘Kay,” I smile. 

Gently, Magnus tugs my panties to the side and lowers me down. After a single, lingering kiss to my lower lips that’s already got my head feeling funny, he spreads me open and licks a gentle, pointed-tongued circle around my bud. I’m instantly turned to putty, it’s a little embarrassing actually. The small grip that I had on his hair tightens, and I rock slightly into Magnus’ proud hum, accidentally throwing him off-track. I shyly meet his view to apologize to him, but before I can say a word, he’s finding a better spot for his tongue. 

“Fuck,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut. 

My fingers drop my hair and move to my mock-neck, using that to fidget instead. This feels so fucking good, but my anxieties over the positioning still haven’t died down yet. 

I abandon the clutch I had on the wizard’s hair and rest my hand on the arm of the couch behind his crown. With the way his nails are threatening to dig into the curves of my hips, I have just enough leverage to let him lick how he wants to while moving myself accordingly. 

The slight change in position startles him, I think — he telepathically checks in with me, “Are you doing alright?” 

“Yes, Magnus~” I verbally respond. The way he growls at my enthusiastic reply sends a palpable wave of excitement through me. 

With each swipe of Magnus’ tongue, I lose myself further. My hips grind with more confidence, and my sweater-filled hand starts drawing downward on its own, now leaving only my chin beneath my collar. I curse under my breath while he adds some more pressure, and let out a startlingly loud mewl as he repositions his left hand to nearly meet his lips, sliding two long digits inside of me. That can’t be comfortable for him by any means with the way his arm is contorting, but I’ll be lying if I try to claim that it doesn’t feel fucking incredible. 

“Holy shit,” I cry. 

He moans against my clit. It sends a vibration through me, and I moan as I lower myself a little more, pushing his fingers deeper inside of myself. Is this what people who are able to ride dick feel like?!  

“F-fuh–”

“Is it too much?” he nonverbally inquires.

“N-noh god, I love you, y-you’re perfect, Iloveyou.” Each word proves to be more of a struggle to get out as I feel myself beginning to peak. He chuckles beneath me, adding fuel to the fire. “God, Mag~”

I can’t physically move any faster – again, bad joints and all that jazz. He’s the captain now. There’s a subtle pounding in my ears, and I can’t tell if it’s my adrenaline, or blood flow, or whatever, or if it’s something else outside of myself entirely. I pay no mind to it, not caring what’s happening around me. Too fucked-out.

“So close,” I breathe. “Please, I–”

“Wait juuust a little longer, sweetheart.”

I whine in frustration. “W-why?” I ask, just barely above a whisper, looking down while complying by slowing myself to a halt. His eyes crinkle, indicating that he’s smiling, while continuing to lick my pussy and probe in and out of my cunt. 

He doesn’t give me an answer.

“Oh, wow.” 

Seb does?! 

Well, kinda.

I yelp, head bolting up and left towards the source. Standing near the entrance to this room is fucking Sebastian, his dark indigo eyes darker with want, and his grin just as shit-eating as ever. 

Magnus still hasn’t stopped. 

I look back and forth between Seb and Magnus a few times, my mind racing and chest heaving and throat dry as I can’t verbalize any of the confused thoughts that I’m having amidst what’s happening all around me.

Seb is slowly drawing closer to us. Magnus is working me even harder, as if he’s trying to pry my orgasm out of me now of all times. He can’t curl his fingers much from this position, but he can sure as hell fuck me with ‘em. I try to steady the slight bounce each thrust of his digits causes to no avail.

…Yoba above, did they fucking plan this?!

Magnus coaxes a moan out of me, but my eyes stay trained on Seb. His grin widens and a soft chuckle emits from him as he listens and watches in on the action. 

When Seb reaches the couch, he places a palm on the armrest before leaning forward to almost match my height. He then removes my hand from its hold on my sweater and takes my newly-exposed chin between his thumb and forefinger. In turn, I instinctively grasp his wrist, probably squeezing him a lil’ too hard while I try to prolong my pleasure as per Magnus’ orders.

“You said you were close, yeah?” Seb asks.

“Y-yeah,” It comes out whiney, and Magnus picks up his pace. “Fuck.” 

My eyes threaten to close, but I keep them locked into Seb’s. I don’t miss the way his view trails down to my tits, clearly a little enthralled by their slight jiggling underneath my sweater. My prior concern morphs into a breathy laugh. I look down to the wizard, and he’s still focused on my face. Reading my every reaction with those sparkly, red eyes. God. 

“Please Magnus, I—“

Seb’s grip on my chin strengthens, pulling my view back to meet his. “You wanna cum, yeah?”

“Yes, please, Seb~” Yoba, I sound so desperate. I don’t care anymore though.

“Be a dear and cum for him, then.” 

This is so absurd. 

Not in a bad way, by any means, but just… holy shit I wasn’t expecting this.

Near-immediately after Seb’s command, I clench around Magnus’ digits, grinding against his taste buds and urging him further inside of me. Probably smooshing his face a little bit with my thighs too. Sorry, dude.

Between his hasty pokes and the delicious alternation between licking and sucking, my high hits me like a fucking train. It makes me feel a bit lightheaded until Seb catches my lips with his own to ground me. 

After however many otherworldly seconds of whining against Seb’s tongue and probably suffocating poor Magnus, the feeling simmers away. Once he senses I’ve settled down a bit, Magnus repeats his earlier motion in the opposite direction — he softly repositions me away from his face and nearer to his lap, before wiping my excess wetness from his features.

Neither of them say anything. I look between the two of them, who are approvingly peering between each other and myself. 

When I find my voice again, I speak up. “So, like, what the fuck—” 

“Before you ask,” Seb starts, “this was mostly coincidental.”

I furrow my brows. “What?”

Magnus sits upright, and just when I’m about to shift some more to give him some room, he scoops me up and repositions himself so that his spine is against the back of the couch while my legs are draped across his lap. I cross my arms and lean my shoulder and head against his chest, waiting for more of an explanation. 

“He requested to borrow a book to assist him in falling asleep,” Magnus informs me.

Seb cuts in to add with a slight hand-raise, “Drank too much coffee overnight and figured my own books at home might just distract me too much.”

I nod subtly. “When did this happen?” I ask them both.

“When I got here,” Seb claims, “ready to just steal one anyway.” 

Seb and Magnus share a cheeky glare with one another. Seb’s is paired with a menacingly goofy smile. He then wraps around the front of the furniture so that he can sit next to Magnus and behind me. I crane my head so that I’m able to see him, albeit upside-down. 

Sebby continues on, while taking advantage of the angle of my throat to murmur against it. “But when I heard those pretty sounds of yours…” he trails off, planting an open-mouthed kiss against my goose-bumping skin. He knows I’ve gotten the gist of it by now.

This lil perv definitely asked Magnus outright if he could come down here to see me in action.

“I hope it hasn’t made you uncomfortable,” Magnus chimes in.

“No, I mean, it was surprising, but like…” I sigh, laying down, my upper body now splayed across Seb’s while my lower body remains on Magnus. I can’t bring myself to meet their eyes as I softly admit, “It was… god that was so cool.” 

Both of them chuckle, Magnus squeezing my thigh as Seb scruffs up my hair a bit. I do my best to flatten it back into place, then direct my attention towards the wizard, lazily pointing at him once a thought pops into my head.

“I’ve got a question for you.”

He cocks his head slightly. “What is good?” 

God, he’s trying so hard to be ~hip.~ He’s so cute. I do my best not to laugh at him.

“Are you straight?”

“I doubt it.” 

He seems to ponder the question further for a moment while I give Seb a sneaky thumbs up. As if to tell him, without a single word shared, “Maybe you have a chance with him too!” Seb rolls his eyes and nudges my hand away, a playful smirk on his face.

I draw my eyes back to Magnus once he continues, “I’ve predominantly had women as partners for as far back as I can recollect, but it’s not as though I’m opposed to relations with other genders.” I glimpse at Seb, unable to hide my mischievous grin. I could never be an actor. “Why do you ask?”

“Eh, just curious.” 

“That devilish smile you’re wearing tells me something else.” 

Damn, he saw right through me. Who woulda thunk it?

I completely dodge him.

“Don’t worry about it.” I pair the phrase with some finger guns.

“So,” Seb diverts the conversation, “would you mind if I just crash on a couch? That way I don’t have to worry about making the trip back here later.”

“Go right ahead,” Magnus smiles warmly at him. Then, he turns his attention to me. “Are you ready to go?”

I look down at my form. I’m still skirtless, and I’m probably fucking sopping given what just happened. Plus, there’s spit down there too now. Gross. 

“Uh. Lemme clean up real quick.” I shakily crawl off my partners and gather my skirt in my arms. “Should I meet you back down here, or..?”

Magnus shakes his head before answering verbally, “I’ll follow you in a moment.” 

“You got it.” I turn to Seb, scurrying over to give him a kiss. “See you later, nerd.”

“Yeah whatever.” Rolling his eyes and laughing, Seb pulls me back down with one finger hooked into my collar. After a soft peck, he says, “Love you. Have fun with the geezer.”

Magnus leers over at Seb. “Quiet, child.”

I snort at the exchange. “Love ya too, Sebby.” I part with a two-fingered salute before making my way upstairs.

[five-rivers]

Wind Begins to Turn

Hey, what if I randomly posted something for a fandom I've never written anything for before?

Enjoy.

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Fire creeping forward

Wind begins to turn

The world yet is frozen

While the world burns

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‘Underestimated’ and ‘avatar’ didn’t seem like two concepts that should share the same space, but Aang was learning that quite a lot of things in the world weren’t as they should be.  He should have been told he was the avatar when he was sixteen.  He should be allowed to play with the other kids.  He should be traveling with Monk Gyatso, like they’d planned before getting stuck here.   

It should be fair. 

It wasn’t. 

But the worst part (so far; despite what Gyatso said, there were an awful lot of squalls and very few updrafts when it came to this whole avatar thing) was definitely being underestimated.  Him, Aang, being underestimated. 

Aang had worked hard for his mastery and his arrows, even if it was a strictly physical mastery of innovation, granted on account of having developed and taught new techniques.  He wasn’t that far behind on spiritual matters, and he knew the classic techniques just as well.  Aang was a master.  The youngest ever. 

But now that everyone knew he was the avatar, they just looked at him and said, well, sure he’s good at bending, he’s the avatar, isn’t he?  As if his past lives doing it before him meant he hadn’t earned his skill.  He wasn’t the only person with a past life, after all.  Everyone was part of the great cycle.  Odds were, some of his yearmates had been benders in their past lives, too.  The only difference for him was that he got reincarnated right away, rather than having to wait to clear his karma, and he was always a bender.  That’s it!

Even looking at past avatars, not all of them had been geniuses.  Avatar Szeto, for example never completely mastered anything but Fire – but he’d been great at math!  Not like Aang at all. 

Aang – okay, he wasn’t a genius.  He knew that.  But he also knew he was good, and he worked hard.  That was him.  Not just because he was the avatar. 

Aang kicked another pebble off the side of the cliff and pretended he couldn’t hear the others playing airball a couple dozen feet up.  He could bend the air so he couldn’t hear it, but that’d mess up the air patterns for no reason but to suit himself and it’d keep him from hearing if someone called him.  There was always a chance someone would change their mind about him playing. 

“Aang!”

Aang’s ears pricked up. 

“Avatar Aang!”

Maybe not.  He sighed, gustily, and propelled himself up to the main level of the temple.  “Did you need me, Monk Tashi?”

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Okay, so.  Maybe Aang hadn’t been completely honest with himself when he said being underestimated was the worst.  Actually, the worst part was the responsibility.  He just – there was a reason you didn’t tell avatars that they were avatars until they were sixteen, right?

Troubling signs.  Gathering clouds.  A storm, brewing. 

He didn’t get it.  When he’d visited the Fire Nation last time everything had seemed fine.  Normal.  No one had been talking about war, and that seemed like the kind of thing that would be hard to hide.  At least, judging from the scrolls the elders were making him read, lately.  Armies took up space, had to move, had to eat.  If the Fire Nation or the Earth Kingdom was planning something, it’d be noticed, especially by people flying above, and then it wouldn’t be described so many different shades of we think. 

“—the Fire Nation has been expanding its colonies, you may be called on to disperse them, as Avatar Roku did—”

“Why?” asked Aang. 

“Pardon?”

“I mean,” said Aang, shuffling the maps and making sure not to look longingly at the window, “no one was using that land, right?  So, what does it matter?”

“The land belonged to the Earth Kingdom,” said Tashi.  “More importantly, there is no longer a buffer between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, which was part of the point of them ceding the Northern Volcanos to the…” 

Aang started to tune Tashi out.  He knew this was important, but it was just so much. 

“Aang?”

He snapped back to attention to beam at Gyatso. 

“Whatever are the two of you doing in here?” asked his teacher who shot a very subtle glare at Tashi. 

“You know Avatar Aang needs more background on this,” said Tashi. 

“Hm, perhaps,” said Gyatso, “but I am still his teacher, am I not?  At least until he comes of age, and can walk the wind roads on his own.  I do believe Appa and Mochi are overdue for a flight?”

Aang bounced to his feet and made good on the escape Gyatso had offered him. 

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Aang loved bending.  He really really loved it.  He wouldn’t have gotten his tattoos already otherwise.  Heck, some people never got their mastery tattoos, and they got on just fine.  Like a bunch of the spinners and weavers!  Even if they weren’t airbending masters, they were good enough to get places and they were important.  Without them, they wouldn’t have much to trade with the settled people except, like, knowledge and stuff from other places. 

But, he was finding, he didn’t like bending like this. 

“Avatar Aang,” said Monk Tashi, who had woken him up first thing in the morning, “you must master these techniques if you are to prevent the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom from coming to blows!”

“Yes, Monk Tashi,” said Aang.  He wasn’t out of breath.  He was a master airbender.  It’d take a lot more than this to take the wind out of him.  But he was already exhausted, and some of these moves seemed awfully violent.  They didn’t expect him to fight anyone for real, did they…?  “Monk Tashi, did you tell Monk Gyatso—"

“He most certainly did not.”

Aang didn’t startle at Gyatso’s sudden appearance.  Honest. 

“Monk Tashi, I must remind you once again that Aang is my student, and I have my own lessons for him that are not helped by working him into exhaustion before the day has even started.”

“Avatar Aang—”

“If you were truly interested in Aang’s training as the avatar, you would send him to learn waterbending.”

“You know why we can’t—”

“Yes, yes, we’ve broken tradition by telling Aang already, I know, I know.”  He turned to Aang and smiled for the first time since he’d arrived.  “Are you ready to make some pies?”

Aang nodded fervently, eager to get away from… whatever this was.  “Boy, am I!”

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They were going to take him away from Gyatso.  They were going to take him away from Gyatso.  Had—He had never even heard of anything like that ever happening.  It couldn’t—They couldn’t—It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair.  Gyatso was the only one who still saw him as him, and—and—

He couldn’t do this anymore.  He—

He wished he wasn’t the avatar.  He wished he had never even heard of the avatar.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, making him flinch.  A storm.  A gathering storm. 

But what right did they have to take him away from everything and everyone he knew? 

He started to pace again, agitated eddies of air lifting dust and the edges of his bedspread.  What should he do?  What could he do?  What would Gyatso want him to do?  Listen to the elders, probably, but he couldn’t.  So, what was left?

If you were truly interested in Aang’s training as the avatar, you would send him to learn waterbending.

Aang took a deep breath, stilling the wind that had been picking up in his room.  Waterbending.  Before all this, Gyatso had shown him their itinerary, and they’d been going south, toward Kiyoshi Island, and the South Pole wasn’t that far past Kiyoshi – at least, some of the Southern Water Tribe’s settlements weren’t.  Like Wolf Cove, the traditional capital and home of the Sea Wolf Tribe!

Yeah!

That’s where they’d be going, if it wasn’t for… all this.  It didn’t really help.  It’d be impossible to get all the way there without being caught or turned back or getting lost, especially in this weather.  There was a reason young monks were paired with teachers.   

Except…

Once, Gyatso had told him to be careful of doing impossible things.  That if you did something that people thought was impossible, you had to explain how you did it, so the spirits wouldn’t get confused and think you were a spirit, too, or worse.  There’d been a story of a man who had done three impossible things in one night and been transformed, eventually becoming a spirit no one could see or touch. 

But Aang was the avatar.  Aang was a spirit.  Doing the impossible was natural for him. 

And the impossible… it sounded easier than giving up. 

He wrote a note for Gyatso, so Gyatso could find him. 

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The storm was fierce.  The worst Aang had ever been in, and he was starting to worry.  A lot.  He was worried.  Especially for poor Appa!  He wasn’t the biggest or strongest flying bison out there, after all. 

He sheered away a strong wind with a blast of air from his hands, buying a little room to think.  If they’d been over land, he would have set down to try and wait things out…

A flash of light drew his attention.  Lightning?  No.  Storm spirits.  He watched, shielding his eyes from the wind and rain as the brightly glowing spirits formed a ring around him and Aapa, keeping pace with their flight easily.  They giggled and tumbled and grinned.  Aang couldn’t help but smile himself.  The world seemed… brighter, and the wind almost felt like it was blowing through Aang and Appa, instead of around them.  The edges of the tattoos on Aang’s hands almost looked like they were glowing, too vivid for the shadowy surroundings. 

Avatar, avatar, why have you come?  Why do you ride the storm? asked the lion-headed and lemur-tailed spirits. 

“I’m—” started Aang, the wind whipping his words away. 

Why do you leave your elders, little avatar?  Have you come to play? 

Play with us!

So many games!

Bend the storm wind!

We shall show you the destruction of air!

“I’d like that!” shouted Aang, so he could be heard over the howl of the storm.  “Except for the destruction part, I guess?  But I’m—I’m here because…”  There were lots of reasons he could give, but you were supposed to respect the spirits, and respect demanded honesty.  “I needed more time.”  Time to think, time to feel, time to still be himself. 

Time!  Time! chanted the storm spirits.  We will fetch it for you, world-spirit!  The storm spirits scattered, laughing.

Fetch it for him?  What did they mean by that? 

For a split second, Aang didn’t hate being the avatar. 

Then, the world regained reality and Appa rocked underneath Aang.  The storm raged—At least, that’s how ang would have described it if he hadn’t just seen the storm spirits and how happy they were. 

Aang tried to bend them a bubble in the storm.  But the natural winds were too fierce, and he could feel the spirits in them.  He hadn’t even known he could do that!

And then they hit the sea. 

Sister ice will welcome you into her house, little avatar!  And she has much time!

Aang didn’t remember anything else. 

[lilisouless]

Alina: maybe we have to redefine what fits on "its an emergency, come quickly"

Nikolai: its a million dollar plan, all we need to do its letting weird people to record us in a house

Zoya: we are NOT doing a reality , nothing its real anyway

Nikolai: duh, thats why i am assigning each one of you a role to play. I will be the protagonist

Zoya: there are no protagonist in reality shows

Nikolai: Zoya...please...alright, my role will be the guy with incredible charm, incredible leadership skills but still likeable that everyone admires and its incredibly modest. It will be easier since well...i play that everyday.

Mal: and i guess i´ll play the loser guy

Nikolai: i admire your self awareness Mal, but no, i actually need you to be my best friend which i have a borderline homoerotic relationship with that will be the most talked thing about the show. Now come here and hold my hand in a platonic-not so platonic way, and you better use a mint on our brotherly new year eve´s kiss

Mal: out what now?

Nikolai: We also need a diva, a queen, a girl who is cruel, rude but so and charming that people will see her rudness as "brutal honesty" and claim her as absolutely iconic, and we have the perfect person for the role, the only woman with the talent of creating such a charismatic yet outrageous persona...Zoya...

Zoya: ugh, if it means so much to you, then i-

Nikolai: plase move, i need to talk to Genya.

Zoya: seriously?

Nikolai: Genya, would you do the honor?

Genya: do i get to write my own lines and choose my victims?

Nikolai: absolutely

Genya: deal

Nikolai: now, Tolya, you will be the sensitive man

Tolya: oh, does that mean i get to recite my poems?

Nikolai: better...you´ll learn to play acoustic guitar, i need to you play it in every second the camera is on you.Now Zoya and Alina will be most of the time fighting over me-

Alina: no!

Nikolai:...over Mal?

Zoya: no!

Nikolai: ...over being Genya´s bestie?

Zoya & Alina: fair enought

Tamar: now if you think Nadia and I will kiss for a creepy male audience...

Nikolai: actually, i thought you could be besties and a come out as a couple a year after the first season...

Zoya: you want more than one?

Nikolai: Like, our secret weapon to regain audience and a renewal. Sure Mal and I will be the most popular thing at the show´s time but after the end, you two will have the "tamadia being cute" compilations

Tamar: fine, but we demand a higher paygrade

Nikolai: David is going to be the local relatable guy...

David: i still don't follow the "reality" but fake...

Nikolai: excelent work! and the glasses give it a nice touch...and about Leoni and Adrik, you will be the cute non problematic girl and the guy that everyone forgets exists...so, pretty much yourselves

More under the cut, to not make the most too long

Nikolai: what do you mean it got rejected?!

"Sorry man, but we have a new reality show"

Nikolai watching the tv: keeping up with the ketterdams?

Inej on tv: He can buy a boat but he can't fix his hear for me? i mean...does he really love me?

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Wylan: i am changing the curtains, i want them in icy sapphire

Kuwei: icy sapphire? omg he is so pretentious, shut up! its blue...

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Nina crying: MY WAFFLE FELL IN THE OCEAN!

Jesper: Nina , there´s people that are dying

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Hanna staring blankly: huh...i thought this was going to be a cooking show...

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Marya: oh Mr Fahey, shouldn't we talk about the obvious...(reads on smuged hand) huh...tension? between us?

Colm: Oh yes, our natural chemistry is undeniable and not fabricated for views at all

(awkwardly hold hands)

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Alys: oh , i just randomly had the impulse to...SIIIIIIIING!

"SECURITY! WHO LET HER IN?! GET HER OUT AND YOU BETTER NOT FORGET TO EDIT THIS BIT OUT!"

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"footage of Kaz falling facedown over a cake"

Matthias: is what he deserves (smiles)

[themysciraprincess]

Misc. Tag Game~ (thanks a lot for the tag, Emily @1waveshortofashipwreck!♡) started by @ronald-speirs

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited? - Well, I think my favorite has to be Australia. I was there for ANZAC day last year and the sights really took my breath away.

Something you’re proud of yourself for? - I'm quite proud of my determination and ability to be analytical. It's a really handy skill to have in my academics and in daily life. I just love analysis a lot, helps me feel more connected with the world as a whole.

Favorite books? - In no particular order, here are some books that have left an incredibly lasting impression on me:

The Things they Carried by Tim O'brien - (blurb taken from the internet) '[...] tells the story of the men of Alpha Company, a squad of soldiers in the Vietnam War. O'Brien cuts through the veil of romanticized war to show these men as heroic, flawed, loyal, afraid, and above all - human.' -> This book is nothing short of a masterpiece in my opinion.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt -(blurb taken from the internet) 'Aged thirteen, Theo Decker, son of a devoted mother and a reckless, largely absent father, survives an accident that otherwise tears his life apart. Alone and rudderless in New York, he is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. He is tormented by an unbearable longing for his mother, and down the years clings to the thing that most reminds him of her: a small, strangely captivating painting that ultimately draws him into the criminal underworld. As he grows up, Theo learns to glide between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love - and his talisman, the painting, places him at the centre of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.' -> Has a forever special place in my heart :)

Behind the Secret Window by Nelly S. Toll - (blurb taken from the internet) The autobiographical account of an eight-year-old Jewish girl as she hides from the Nazis in a small bedroom in Lwo+a7w, Poland, in 1943 contains twenty-nine examples of her many paintings during that period. -> I picked this up randomly because I liked the illustration on the cover...made me really emotional as I finished it

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy - (blurb taken from the internet) Anna Karenina is a novel of unparalleled richness and complexity, set against the backdrop of Russian high society. Tolstoy charts the course of the doomed love affair between Anna, a beautiful married woman, and Count Vronsky, a wealthy army officer who pursues Anna after becoming infatuated with her at a ball. -> About over a year ago I listened to the audiobook during my bouts of insomnia and found that I quite enjoyed it

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it? - My very niche interests and dreams hehehe. A lot of it is historical related, of course. I love historical and vintage architecture and fashion, etc. My dream since middle school was to be a historian.

Favorite thing about your culture? - Hmm...perhaps the values of being fair and hardworking!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched? - Pretty late last year, hahaha. My teacher did once show a clip of Band of Brothers in class once and it left quite an impression. Recently I started watching The Pacific. I've only had Eugene Sledge for five minutes but if anything happened to him I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite? - I'm reading Ambrose's book at the moment. I intend to get my hands on a copy of each of the others, too...especially Speirs'. @ronsparky 's posts really interested me

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them? - Eugene Roe and Shifty Powers my beloveds :( My favorite moment is perhaps when Doc Roe receives the chocolate from Renée for the first time and he smiles..I think my heart melted then and there. As for Shifty, it was when he spoke to Winters in the last episode. Again, I'm weak for that boy :( ♡

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content? - I mostly make content for Band of Brothers but I intend to branch out now that I'm getting pretty into The Pacific...I post some stuff from comic books I like from time to time on my instagram (mostly art).

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs? - I love Emma Stone and Audrey Hepburn!! I find them to be really witty and charming. They're quite my role models hehe (esp. Emma). I'd say for Emma Stone I'd prefer Easy A, and Roman Holiday for Audrey.

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others? - "Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one's courage" by Anais Nin is something I like to live by

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you? - I can't swim, guys

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader? - Most of the time I just write and then call it done. No beta, we die like men

Three things that make you smile? - 1. Sunlight 2. french windows 3. sunlight pouring in through french windows (all of which remind me of my younger years sighh) bonus: Christmas!

Any nicknames you like? - I like being called by my name usually but I particularly enjoy it when people call my by my last name, especially when followed by a 'Miss' . Something about it makes me want to chuckle in amusement

List some people you love to see around on tumblr! - All my moots and the entirety of the hbowar fandom, to be honest! Historical blogs, too! bonus: @pilferingapples @just-aloststar @myrthena @rknchan @foolsocracy @macau1ay are some personal favorites that I always enjoy seeing

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse? - I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try to survive which can be possible if you can be pragmatic and smart enough about it. I'd try to explore how far I can go, maybe try to enjoy a few lawless days or months, help out when I can.

Favorite movie? - Roman Holiday (1953). I watched it a long time ago, but it still has a special place in my heart. aaand Sleeping Beauty (1959).

Do you like horror movies? - I'm always a sucker for good horror movies

Again, thanks so much for the tag Emily! 🥰 No pressure tagging: @montied @roeinyourheart @vanellq77 @executethyself35 @star-trek-supernatural and anyone who'd like to give it a go

[silversimp]

Curiosity (Reigen x Female Reader)

Reigen Arataka has always mastered skills effortlessly, well aside from one: flirting with women. When the greatest psychic of the 21st century drunkenly takes an online course for picking up chics he doesn't expect it to actually work.

aka I randomly remembered those wild pickup artist youtube channels from a few years ago and wrote this silly little fic~

Reigen Arataka had always been the kind of man who rapidly learned a new skill, fully enthralled in each new skill until he mastered it and tossed the short lived passion to the side for his next mental adventure. He learned things quickly, easily, and he often found the new skill boring once he learned it. Becoming a psychic was no different. Reigen played with idea until it started to get boring, if anything the skill he had mastered through the endeavor was massage rather than actual psychic abilities. 

That was until a young boy wandered into Reigen's office seeking someone who understood him, understood being an esper. So the man continued his shady business, with a new interest that peaked in mentorship. However, he was still doing mostly the same work as he had before he found out spirits and psychics were real, spare the occasional real exorcism. So Reigen decided he needed to find something to fill that innate need of his to learn new things, of course, without stopping the greatest psychic of the 21st century charade for Mob's sake. 

The man mastered a few new skills, knitting and sewing being the most useful since he wasn't making enough money to buy new clothes every time his pants ripped or his sweater tore. However, an ad online caught his eye one day. A class for a skill he had never excelled in, in fact a class he had no idea people were actually interested in paying for: picking up girls. Reigen clicked the ad out of curiosity, the same curiosity that always fueled his impulsive nature. 

GET GIRLS FAST! 

The ad read in large, gaudy, text at the top of a website akin to his own graphic design hell. Many pictures of gorgeous women, almost all of them a few thin pieces of fabric away from nude, hanging on average and below-average looking men. Reigen raised a brow at the obvious scam looking back at him, bright yellow text telling him that if he paid $29.99 he too could have sexy women hanging all over him. 

"Yeah, okay sure" he scoffed, scrolling down some more to find a link to MobTube account. Clicking that led him to a channel overflowing in obviously staged videos of some guy picking up girls in various locations. It was a Saturday night, Reigen was sitting alone in his apartment having a beer and mindlessly browsing the internet, might as well waste a few minutes watching the videos. 

"Hey there, bad dude nation!" The conventionally attractive man in a tight shirt yelled as the video started. 

"I'm sorry, the what?" Reigen laughed, putting his laptop down on his bed to lay down next to it as he watched the video. 

"Today I'm going to show you that getting girls is all about confidence! It has nothing to do with looks or what you say!" The man yelled as the camera zoomed out, displaying him on the beach. 

"Does he only yell?" Reigen snickered, sipping his beer and kicking his feet back and forth in the air as he laid on his stomach. 

"I'll be getting girls' numbers without saying any words to them!" The man shouted before the video transitioned into a long and loud intro sequence. 

"Holy shit!" Reigen yelped, almost spilling his beer as he rapidly tapped the lower volume button. Once the intro finished begging him to like and subscribe for clear skin, the man was now dressed as a mime and silently trying to get a girl's number. The girl was, of course, in a tiny bikini with the body of a Victoria's Secret model. Reigen laughed so hard he started crying as the miming turned into just straight up making out with the woman. 

"See guys, it doesn't matter who you are or what you do! What women want is a man with confidence!" The man was yelling after a hard cut from the soft core porn to a far too close shot of his mime makeup face. 

"Hey, you might want to put a jump scare warning for the people jerking off man" Reigen giggled after finishing his beer. He laughed at a few more, equally ridiculous, videos before deciding he was too curious to not see what this guy was selling on his website. 

After returning to the website, Reigen read through what exactly was being offered for the low, low price of $29.99. It was an online course, most likely just more videos like the ones on the MobTube channel, and access to a chat room that the pickup artist himself was in and giving out tips and tricks on. Reigen bit his lip, hovering his cursor over the pay now button as curiosity ate away at him. It was an obvious scam, no way would the course actually make him able to pick up girls. Reigen knew this, he was positive even. Still, he clicked.

After hesitantly typing in his card information, Reigen was brought to a different website. This one was neater, with a menu of the courses he could take. Reigen wasn't surprised to find out that once he finished the first two courses he would need to pay an additional $10 for every course after that, and there were fifty courses in total. His curiosity, and wallet, weren't strong enough to dish out the $480 to complete his training to become the greatest pickup artist of the 21st century. 

Though, he did click through the two he had just paid for. Like he thought, they were compilations of the guy's YouTube videos with a few clips of him reading from a script about vague dating tips. However, after he finished the second course he got a pop up telling him he could practice his new pick up artist skill with a real girl online at that very moment. Reigen eyed the pop up for a moment, mulling over what exactly that could mean and if he should click accept or deny. He hovered over the deny button with his mouse, only to get another pop up asking him if he was a pussy. Which was enough to get him to click accept. 

As he clicked the button a video chat window popped up, along with a box asking for permissions to access his camera and microphone. Behind that box was a girl, waiting for him to join the video call. Reigen nervously sat up and tried to position the laptop at a better angle so he wouldn't look dumb as he clicked the accept buttons. At this point the man had already drank two beers, which would be the same as finishing a six pack for a person with a normal alcohol tolerance. 

"Uh, hello?" Reigen mumbled as his camera and microphone turned on, a window next to the one with the girl in it displayed what he looked like: drunk and tired in a dark room. 

"Hi" she smiled back at him, Reigen couldn't help but sweat as he looked over her beauty. 

"So, uh, what now?" He asked dumbly as he stared at her.

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head and furrowed her brow, visibly confused by his question. 

"So like, is it role-playing or am I just shooting my shot as me?" Reigen asked nervously. 

"Um, buddy I don't know what you're talking about?" The girl leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, "you called me, I assume for tech support." 

"What" Reigen narrowed his eyes, fully confused and drunk. 

"I'm y/n, from MobCom technical support" she shook her head, annoyed, "I got a pop up here at work that you were calling regarding help with a technical issue with your office computers using our software."

"I uh, I was on a pick up artist website. It told me you were calling me to get hit on" his face went red as the words left his mouth, the realization that the scummy website had set this up as a way for gross men to hit on unsuspecting women while they were working sobering him up quickly.

"You were what?" She raised a brow, a smile trying to tug at the corners of her lips. 

"Yeah, I got an ad for this website that said I'd get hot girls all over me if I bought this course from a pick up artist" he began ranting nervously, no thoughts only words, "but it was definitely a scam and it looks like it's hacked into your companies customer service system or something to set guys up with a random girl to hit on" he only stopped talking when the woman on his screen began laughing uncontrollably. 

"That's so pathetic!" She chuckled, "what is wrong with you?" Her eyes wet from laughing so hard. 

"Hey, I only did it cause I'm buzzed and bored!" Reigen laughed back, "I swear this guy's MobTube channel is pure gold! All scripted videos of him basically just making out with models he's definitely paid to be there!" 

"And you paid him money just for fun?" The girl leaned forward with a playful look. 

"I'm bored okay" Reigen smiled, "I worked hard for those thirty bucks and I can waste them however I want" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smug smile plastered on his lips. 

"Oh my god, you paid thirty dollars!?" She began laughing again, "Dude I wish I had thirty dollars to burn on something that dumb" she doubled over laughing loudly. 

"What are you doing working so late on a Saturday anyways?" Reigen asked out of nowhere as he noticed the time. 

"MobCom runs all over the world despite being based in Seasoning City in Japan, so I work remotely overnight to help people overseas or people in the country who are having technical difficulties at strange times. We regularly get great ratings for our customer service because of it" she chirped, getting more comfortable in her desk chair. 

"So what exactly is MobCom?" Reigen asked, opening another beer. He didn't usually have someone to talk to on Saturday nights, unless he went to the bar, so he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to hang out with someone. 

"It's a software company, we make communication software for companies" she shrugged, "normally when people are having issues with the software they get put through to either a phone call or video call, depending on their preference, with me or someone else. I can remotely access any computer with our software installed with permission from the user, most of the time the client isn't drinking beer though" she giggled as he took a long sip. 

"Well I'm not a client, I'm some lame guy who got scammed by a pickup artist and you're collateral" Reigen laughed before chugging the rest of the beer, regaining his drunkenness, "you deserve a drink too, a real weirdo could have gotten to you instead of me you know." 

"I'm pretty sure you're a real weirdo" she laughed, "and actually I'm already drinking wine" she blushed, pulling the glass into frame. 

"You drink while you're working?" Reigen teased, wiggling his finger in front of the camera, "tsk tsk" he feigned disappointment before opening another can. 

"I'm pretty sure everyone who works in customer service deserves a drink while they deal with the general public" she laughed, taking a swig of the red wine. 

"Oh, I get that" Reigen laughed, "yesterday I had this guy in my office who kept telling me if I didn't lower my prices he wouldn't pay them, after we finished everything! He even knew the prices before he agreed!" 

"What do you do for work?" She asked, swirling her cup. Reigen swallowed, he didn't really want to tell her he was a psychic, that could quickly make this conversation weird if she didn't believe in stuff like that.  

"I'm a masseuse" he half lied, "I told the guy my prices for massages and he picked one of the more expensive ones, just to try to talk down the price after we were done." 

"You should take payment first then" she shrugged, "can't get stiffed if they refuse to pay before you put in the work." 

"Well, yeah" he smiled at her dumbly, "you're right, I should do that" Reigen was surprised such a pretty girl had stayed and chatted with him for so long, especially given the rather dubious way the conversation was brought to life. 

"You're pretty drunk huh?" She laughed, inspecting him on her screen. 

"No, it's sad if you're drunk alone" he rubbed his neck, "I'm just a little buzzed" he winked. 

"You're not alone" she smiled, holding her glass up to the camera, "cheers" she giggled before taking a sip. 

"Shouldn't you be getting to work? Talking to actual clients?" Reigen teased, hoping she wouldn't actually leave but he didn't want her to feel trapped in their chat. 

"And talk to people mad about their computers not working?" She rolled her eyes, "yeah, no thanks! I'll enjoy my little break for a bit longer." 

"Well I'm glad I could spend thirty bucks to give you a little break" Reigen smiled, shifting in his bed to lay down. He was starting to get tired, exhausted from the work week and the alcohol settling in his stomach. 

"Me too" she blushed into her wine glass, "of all the weirdos to get hacked into my service system I'm glad it was you" she said in almost a whisper before chugging her drink, a little embarrassed she actually said that aloud. 

"That's pretty cute" Reigen laughed, "you said you're based in Seasoning City? Me too" he wasn't really sure why he said it, maybe he secretly hoped she would offer to meet up sometime. 

"Oh wow, small world" she blushed, "I didn't get your name by the way." 

"Reigen Arataka, the greatest psychic of the 21st century" he mumbled sleepily, eyelids getting heavy as he snuggled into his pillow. 

"Oh?" She giggled, "a masseuse and a psychic? You sure are talented." 

"Mmm, come to my office sometime. I'll give you a discount on a massage and palm reading" he smiled stupidly as sleep began to take him, his words leaving his lips without thought. 

"Maybe I would if I knew what your business was called, sleepy head" she laughed, eyeing him as he began to fall asleep. Reigen couldn't get any more words out as he passed out, y/n watched him for a moment and sighed before closing the chat. After another call, with a much more annoying and rude man, she decided to try googling Reigen. To her surprise she got a few results, one of them being the Spirits and Such website. 

Opening the website provided her with some more laughter, the horribly designed website looked like something out of a nightmare as she tried to find an address. A soft blush on her cheeks as she paused her scrolling to look at a collage of photos of Reigen with satisfied customers. The blush was in part from the wine, but also the cute dopey face he was pulling in each picture; one she hoped to see again. 

Unable to locate the address for the office she decided to just fill out an appointment request form, assuming she would be given the address from that. When a questionnaire popped up about why she was seeking out a psychic she decided to have some fun with it. 

Q. What kind of paranormal problems have you experienced? 

This really cute guy randomly popped up inside my computer, I need your psychic powers to get him out of the screen.

Q. Have you been to any other psychics to help with this problem? 

I'm afraid you're the only one who would be able to help me, so I have nowhere else to go.

Q. Are you a returning customer? 

Gees, do people really encounter enough paranormal problems to become regulars? Lol 

Q. When would be the best time for you to come in for a consultation? 

Anytime before 4pm Monday-Friday and I'm available for dinner or a drink on Saturdays.

Sufficiently satisfied with her responses she submitted the request along with her email address and phone number for Reigen to contact her. Giddy for when he might call or message her, y/n returned to scrolling through the photos on his website while she waited for customer service requests. It had been a few years since she last was in the dating scene, her job had weird hours that made dating hard after all. However, Reigen Arataka had thoroughly interested her. 

It was kind of dark in his room during the call, but he didn't look ugly. His laugh was nice, and so was his voice. Besides, how fun would it be to tell people how they met? Y/n spent the rest of her shift giggling to herself about how excited she was to hear back from him. That was until a week went by with no response. 

Frustrated, she sent another request form with more serious answers. Sure she lied a little, saying she thought she was cursed and needed the curse dispelled by a professional. Luckily this time she got a response the day after sending the request in, an email from Reigen asking her if an appointment at noon the upcoming Thursday worked for her. Although she was annoyed it took so long to get this far, she excitedly emailed back her approval and finally got the address to the Spirits and Such Consultation Office. 

…

"Welcome!" Reigen beamed as y/n walked into the office, he hopped up from his desk to walk her into the space and pull her chair out for her. 

"Thank you" she smiled nervously, after so long looking forward to the encounter she had no idea what to say. Especially since he didn't seem to remember her as he explained pricing options for curse dispelling.

"This package is a little pricey, but it's guaranteed to remove the course! If it doesn't, your next package is 20% off!" Reigen shot her a slimy smile as he smoothed down his hair. She tried to hold back her giggling, she wasn't sure what she was expecting when she came in, but it wasn't whatever this was. 

"I'll take the guaranteed one" she smiled watching him readjusting some papers on his desk, she did find him attractive and he was certainly interesting. 

"Fantastic! I'll show you to the curse dispelling room then" Reigen got up from his seat and ushered her to a side room, "undress to your comfort level, I'll knock before I come in again. If you're not on the table and ready for me just yell out 'no' okay?" His eyes were soft, comforting, as he leaned against the door frame waiting for her confirmation. 

"Yes, I'll let you know. Thanks" she couldn't stop the blush on her cheeks, this man she somewhat cyber stalked to get to see was going to be touching her. The thought made her go beat red as he closed the door behind himself. 

Reigen took a quick smoke break to give her plenty of time to undress and get comfortable, when he knocked on the door she shouted back that she was ready and he walked back in. The massage was rough, focusing on her stress spots and removing all her tension. It was the best massage she had ever gotten, not that she got them very often. 

"So you're still having people pay after the massage huh?" She teased as Reigen grabbed an oil to use on her back, he turned around quickly. 

"Ma-massage? No, this is a curse dispelling technique!" Reigen waved his arms dismissively, sweat beading on his brow.

"Oh? But I thought you were a masseuse?" She picked up her head to look over at him, immediately blushing at the sight. Reigen had removed his suit jacket, sleeves rolled up exposed his forearms, his tie was loose around his neck with his top buttons undone. There was no denying she thought he looked hot, his shirt sticking to his sweaty torso as he walked back to her holding lavender scented massage oil. 

"Why would you think that?" Reigen laughed awkwardly. 

"Because that's what you said" she giggled before putting her head back in place. 

"You must have misunderstood at some point" he chuckled as he smoothed the oil over her back, "though this is similar to a massage" his voice suddenly much lower and quieter, "this is actually an ancient technique to force a curse out of someone's soul" Reigen began a softer and slower approach on her back, fingers dancing along her spine as the room filled with the scent of lavender from the oil. 

"I guess I must ha- ahh" a moan cut off her sentence as Reigen's hands moved to her sides, effectively tickling her. 

"You okay?" He asked, ripping his hands away from her body. 

"Yes! Sorry!" She blushed into the massage table, suddenly regretting her whole life. 

"Don't apologize" Reigen chuckled, returning his hands to her back. A few quiet moments passed as he finished up, gently touching her skin in a way that made her force down every audible reaction of pleasure that tried to escape her lips. He leaned down, warm palms on either side of her spine moving up from her waist to her shoulder blades, "does that feel good?" He whispered, unaware of how hot and bothered he was unintentionally getting her. 

"Yeah" she moaned breathily, the tone making him shiver, "you're amazing" she whimpered. 

"I, uh, I think the curse is gone" Reigen nervously removed his hands from her back, suddenly aware of how sensual he may have come across. He wasn't trying anything like that, he made it a habit to never hit on clients and he would never dare try any funny business in the curse dispelling room. Though, he had jerked off several times to the idea of oiled up sex on the massage table. 

"You sure?" She looked over her shoulder, desperate to keep his hands on her.

"Yep! 100% no more curse!" He fidgeted as their eyes met, nervous he was close to crossing a line if she let him. It had been a long while since he got any action, and this whole situation was getting to him. Reigen would be lying if he said he didn't find her extremely attractive. 

"I don't know, you've only massaged my back" she giggled, "sorry, you've only dispelled my back. What about the rest of my body?" She shot lust filled eyes his way, not bothering to hide her horny intentions any longer. 

"No need" Reigen forced a wide toothy smile as his voice cracked. 

"You're sure? I think my chest could really use some attention" she smiled coyly, starting to turn over on the table. 

"Oh, wow! You don't have to do that" Reigen was sweating buckets, white shirt wet and displaying his nipples as he watched her roll over. Her perky breasts out in the open for him, "here let me cover you" he tried to keep his eyes squeezed shut as he pulled the towel covering her lower half up to her chest. 

"It's okay, that's where I need the ma-dispelling" she smiled, placing her palm on the back of his hand to stop him from covering her. 

"That, uh, I don't do that" he blushed looking down at his feet.

"You know, for a guy who paid to learn how to flirt with women, you really suck at it" she laughed, watching him shy away. 

"Wait" his eyes narrowed on her face, "you're not.." 

"Y/n from MobCom" she smiled, watching as realization washed over Reigen. 

"Wait, but… seriously?" He laughed a little, mind blown that the beautiful girl put in the effort to see him in person. 

"Is that 20% discount still on the table?" She giggled.

"Of course" he smiled, suddenly feeling much more confident, but definitely not ready to touch her in such an intimate way. He cleared his throat, "I think I'd rather take you to dinner before touching you there" he smiled nervously. 

"Is that what you learned in pick up artist school?" She teased, making him roll his eyes.

"I'll leave to let you change, come out when you're ready for the palm massage Miss. Tech Support" Reigen couldn't stop smiling as he left the room, his cheeks beginning to burn from smiling too much. That cute girl actually came to his office, clearly had an interest in him, and might even go out for dinner with him. Reigen smiled stupidly to himself as he wondered if he should leave a positive review on that pickup artists website. 

[olive-gardens-breadstick]

random dc headcanons go!

most of them are batfam sorry lol

every time beast boy changes form he has to active stay alert as not to completely adopt its nature and stay focused on the fight not the rapid change of chemicals flowing through him

pink kryptonite makes jon aroace

martha wayne was native french and did the one parent one language thing so when bruce thinks about his mom a hint of french slips into his voice

following the last one, bruce learned two different types of english (american and british) so his natural speaking voice is a bit of an abomination (his fathers new jersey accent and alfred’s british + the french it’s a nightmare)

and frequently switches between american and british spelling bc alfred helped with his homework after thomas and martha died

billy still has some enhanced elements to him when he’s not shazam ie; he’s a lil too strong, is randomly a lil bit more insightful than usual etc., not enough for anyone he knows or even himself to notice but it catches  adult strangers of guard when a random 12 yo gives really relationship advice that they just have to take bc they know he’s right

before bruce was born martha and thomas had 3 cats they named snap crackle and pop (they were orange (ginger snap) black (with a distinct white pattern that looked like lightning) and white (pop corn))

the cats died when bruce was in highschool (they were close in age and went one right after the other) and he took it just as hard as his parents death bc he lost one of the last things he had left of them

when bruce learned how much jason loved to read he took him to a) the five story barns & noble and b) the book store in oregon that is legitimately a block and just let him lose resulting in the manners library

kara doesn’t like the chunks of garlic in food so she makes her own sauce and uses garlic powder

conner may have clark’s hair and eye brows but is smooth literally everywhere else, not even peach fuzz on his face, no leg or arm hair, everyone he meets in civilian form thinks he gets waxed

barry can find his way anywhere if you give him street names (he’s on callahan going towards cherry) but cannot tell the difference between his left and rights (he turned right! *heavy sigh* your other right,man)

martian man hunter can’t read bruce’s mind, not bc of some moral standpoint he just… can’t. it stresses him out

knowing this bruce will give him a smile when he know j’onn is trying to get in his head it always chills his bones

after they got married selina “found” a few pictures of bruce with the cats ( baby to teen) and cried for a good 2 hrs about it and when bruce say her crying and asked her what was wrong she just said he looked so sweet in every picture

tim and bruce did (and still do just not as often) escape rooms every weekend when bruce made tim robin he said it was to sharpen his skills but really he just liked seeing how excited tim got when he solved one of the puzzles

tim’s comfort games are ace attorney and professor layton (bruce got him the first games of both and a ds one christmas and he instantly fell in love with them) he’s also played dangonrompa (which bruce got him a ps vita for)

after he found out tim had a ds jason gets him a stupidly easy and shallow shovel ware game as a gag gift for his stocking

oliver and bruce were super close before oliver’s cruise ship crashed and they both still have eachother as their emergency contacts