#like please. a little more guidance please. 🙏

[urfavesarelesbian]

don't apply for an undergrad research position i am stressed tf out !!!!

[sleepybbie]

Your Dan Feng thirst makes me so... Oonga boonga.... Thank yew for the meal op 🙏 if I may humbly ask for a blurb of thirst can we have Dan Feng showing Dan Heng the ropes on how to make you—Dan Heng's (and maybe soon Dan Feng's as well)—partner feel great in bed? After all!! What better way to learn how to please your own partner than yourself!!

𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 | dan heng & dan feng drabble

a/n: ahhh another dan heng request! >.< it’s not so surprising to see how popular my first hsr fav has grown ^o^ <3 yet still, i’m excited to see more works of mine regarding him because he’s the most requested in my inbox rn :3

dan heng il x fem!reader x dan feng

warning: smut ;3 some fingering here and there ^^

“i refuse to believe someone like you is my reincarnation.”

DAN HENG clicks his tongue in annoyance, sweat slowly dripping across his face as he pathetically watches DAN FENG spreads your legs apart with his long fingers, perfectly along with scissoring open your cute little clit as you squirm and whine, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you still.

this was not what he meant when he needed slow guidance on how to please you better, as a sweet lover. his goddamn irritating incarnation however just had to pop out of nowhere and give him a ‘lesson’ on how to take you to a seraphic paradise. you were vulnerable, unable to move from your lover’s incarnation’s tail, your bare back from your disheveled clothes pressed against dan feng’s chest while his other free hand toys with your tits.

“..deciding to want to make love with your beloved when you don’t know how to treat her in bed properly…”

“i don’t need you teaching me how,” dan heng tells him, an angered expression written across his face. dan feng scoffs, his digits rubbing your cunt in slow circles, feeling your fluids drip slowly out from your cavern while you mewl loudly. “then why are you looking so intensely while i fondle her?” the former high elder speaks, his gaze never leaving dan heng’s.

dan heng anxiously swallows a lump down his throat, his aching cock pleading to be freed from his pants as the male desperately tries to refrain from touching himself right at that moment. the sight of you being touched and pleasured by his incarnate, makes him annoyed…yet at the same time, it was quite the sight to witness. your breasts about to pop out of your clothing, lips leaking few drools while your pretty cunt was displayed in front of him, glistening like a gem as dan feng teased your hole with his fingers.

“i must say, she is sort of acting like a woman with sexual innuendos.”

“are you saying she’s a ‘whore?”

“is that how you people call it these days? hmph. then, yes..you’re quite lucky…she’s not lucky however…” dan feng removes his hand from your tits, grabbing your chin to make you face him as he continued to speak to your lover, his reincarnation. aeons, he and dan heng really look alike, but instead—dan feng’s gaze was a little more colder, a little more stern. “she’s supposed to make love with someone who’s supposed to be my reincarnation, whom ends up not knowing how to please a woman.”

dan feng slowly makes you face back to your lover, who’s cheeks were red, panting heavily as he sits there and watches his incarnate prod open your pussy wide, drips of your impurity leaking from your hole as a loud whine escapes your lips. dan heng jolts.

“you—

“if you want to please a woman, it’s best to know how to do foreplay. first, you’d want to rub her clit down, just like this..” dan feng slowly repeats his steady massages down your weeping cunt, watching as you quiver at his touches, long sharp fingers kneading them down, your whines never fainting away. he’s…good. you love dan heng with all your heart, but his incarnation was talented with this. the former high elder chuckles, “what a loud mouth she has. it sounds like she’s wanting more, don’t you think?”

“wha—

“quit yapping and come here. you look like you are about to pop over there if you don’t touch her,” dan feng cuts him off, shushing him down as he commands your lover to come over closer. oh no…

dan heng approaches, not so eagerly, but slowly, his red face sending dan feng a death glare when he arrived close to you. a small smile appears over dan feng’s face, like he was smug about dan heng holding back to a pretty girl like you. “do not hesitate now, touch her.” dan feng tells him, removing his hand from your clit as he grabs dan heng’s wrists and places his fingers on top of your hole. he stops for a moment, looking at you with a nervous expression, breath heavy as his chest pants. you were so…pretty, so helpless, you were pleased. that’s all he ever wanted.

dan feng rolls his eyes, “what are you waiting for?”

“s-shut up…”

forgive me, y/n…

dan heng was fumed by his words, it was all over his face. he was frustrated and turned on. you looked at him, feeling dan feng’s tail pushing you further up to him before dan heng slips a finger inside your cunt for a brief moment. you cry, and he pulls it out again, flustered. he looked at his finger, and saw how drenched it already was from your fluids.

that…was

“see? she’s liking it. do it again, with two fingers this time.”dan feng orders him, his hands still continuing to play with your breasts, twirling your hardened nipples around.

dan heng did just what he was told, giving his forefinger and ring finger a small lick, before splitting you open with his fingers. a loud moan escapes out of your throat, head pushing back on dan feng’s shoulder as the two vidyadharas pleased you with ease. dan heng focusing on his fingers in your cunt, while dan feng parades you with praises, licking your earlobe, toying around with your tits.

oh fuck, dan heng thinks. the face your giving right now…he’s so fucking hard from the sight you’re making him receive.

“feels good, darling?” dan feng questions to you, and you nod. dan heng looks at him, looking like he’s about to stab him with cloud piercer any moment now.

“don’t forget who she belongs to.”

“ah, a shame. it appears she likes the both of us…”

fuck yeah you did. it was clear dan heng was jealous, and so, he leans in, giving you a passionate kiss, muffling your cute noises. with dan heng’s fingers, mouth and dan feng’s praises that were suddenly being possessed by filth along with his rhythm of his palms that presses down on your nipple, you won’t be going to last long. you were growing louder and louder of every minute. dan feng pulls dan heng away from you, resulting in a very irked dan heng.

“what the hell?!”

“patience. look at her, she’s close.”

dan feng was right. the knot in your belly was about to be cut open, hearts moulding into your pupils as a euphoric sigh passes your lips. it didn’t take long for you to squirt your release out, dan heng closing his eyes as your orgasm came to the edge, spilling some on his face and mostly on the ground, your hazy dreamscape of pleasure weighing down on your mind as you came down, panting hard. dan heng too was panting, face flushed as you heard him cursing underneath his breath.

“impressive. seems like you made a girl squirt on your first try.” dan feng says, before he bends you over, your face hitting the area of dan heng’s fabric pants before the former high elder hikes your skirt up.

“next, you should know how to let her take cock.” he says, and you knew you were going to end up very sore afterwards.

[cozycottagetarot]

Quick Pick: Messages From Your Person

Hello, my loves! It's been way too long, but I'm finally back (hopefully for a long time) with a new reading as well as a bit of a rebrand. Today's reading is focused on messages from your person (kind of in the realm of a future spouse but generally a long-term partner) but I think for some of you it may come across as a current partner as well.

This is a pretty experimental reading for me. I want to start including an 'energy check' of sorts to help you better figure out if a pile is for you or not. I've done 'channelled' messages before but I felt weird about them so I've decided to give it a try again. The message aspect of this reading is just a free-flow writing of the cards that were pulled. And of course, I decided to play around a little bit more with my graphics. I'm always open to feedback, so I'd love to gather your thoughts on the set-up and reading itself.

Elle 🌿

P.S. I'm trying to re-do my masterlist but can't locate all my old pacs easily. If you come across one, I wouldn't mind if you send me the link. 🙏

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Disclaimer: When reading tarot, my aim is to focus on self-reflection and seeking guidance. The readings you'll find here are designed to add a pinch of fun and entertainment to your day. While I might sprinkle in some advice that hopefully vibes with you, please remember that these insights aren't a substitute for any professional advice you might need-- after all, you know your journey best! For any love-related or future-focused readings, consider them captivating musings exploring possibilities. Divination inspired stories even. I can't predict the future but I do hope to add some enjoyment and insights into your everyday. Lastly my darlings, please take from these readings what resonates with you most, be it some, all or none, and leave the rest. 🌟

PILE 1

Note: Pile 1 your pile gave me absolute hell the first time around 😭. I was writing/channelling the message and the energy literally just gave way at one point, I was flabbergasted 🫨. Anyway, the second pull was much clearer, but I included notes I felt were important from the first pull in the post-reading notes section.

Your Energy:

Going through an awakening. A need or call for self-reflection. A new cycle is beginning. You must face what you are running from within, but you must also be patient. Rely on your inner strength. Needing to learn more about yourself before doing/trying something different. Potentially finding yourself in part of a mentorship. Connecting with people similar to yourself. Navigating regrets. Needing to let go of the old you. Needing to ground yourself.  A strong energy of needing to look within yourself. It is time to prepare yourself for your next journey.

The Message:

Can you let the past go? We’ve been through so much, the both of us, on our own and together. Why do you hold on to it when our future is waiting for us? I know I hurt you and I apologize. You didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused you. I don’t blame you [it felt like there was a specific reason but I couldn’t get the specifics] but I feel lost without you. I could tell you why, I want to, but words mean nothing without action. You know my story. My relationship with my mother, how that shaped me. You know I love the attention of it all, having everyone’s eyes on me. Makes me feel good.. makes me feel. But no one else’s attention mattered like yours did. I felt most close to myself with you. Please, please let go of that version of me you’re holding onto in your head. I’m taking space because I need to heal. I need to heal my relationship with me first before I can heal it with us. This isn’t goodbye; just so long for now. I’m taking time to put that me in the past too and find myself and what I want from this life. I mean it’s simple really, I want you, us. I want to give you the good life you deserve, but I need to fix myself first. Give me the self-love I deserve.

Post-Reading Notes:

There’s a mature, sad regretful energy. Someone on a journey of self-exploration. Two hurting souls who met at the wrong time. One of you may be further along in your healing journey or you’ve both healed parts of yourself and your relationship that the other one hasn’t healed yet.

First Pull Notes:

One of the first things that came to mind for me is a dark night of the soul… I haven’t heard that term in so long and I’ve completely forgotten what it means, but for someone in this pile, I feel like that may resonate a lot. Going through a tough time. Blow after blow. Your higher self or inner wisdom is trying to reach you. Introspection before a new beginning. An ending of something you don’t want to let go of?

Big things are happening in your life, and significant changes are taking place even though it might not seem that way right now. Lots of air energy. Gaining mental clarity is super important for you right now. Breakup vibes? You two are like opposite sides or motivations of the same energy. Holding on when you know you should let go. This is definitely your person (one of the cards literally says ‘You’re my person’).

PILE 2

Your Energy:

For some of you are at the end of suffering but lying to yourself about the truth of the outcome, while for others you’re running from the mistakes made along the way. Maybe it's both. You’re still grieving all that is lost, be gentle with yourself. Hard work and consistency may await you but keep at it. Adventure is closer than you think. You’re on the brink of success. Moving forward hurts, but you must. Your person (or something you've been romanticising) is waiting for you. You just have to be brave enough to step through the gate. Opportunities are coming your way. If you're interested in floral hobbies or embroidery go for it.

The Message:

I hear you. I haven’t given up on you. I hear the songs you play for me, I hear the songs of your heart. You’re my love, my soulmate. We were meant to be, you and me. You’re not crazy or insane, or any other term you demean yourself with. You’re my everything. I can feel your soul even though we’re apart. If I close my eyes hard enough, I can feel you there. I can see your sparkling soul mirroring mine... sad eyes, bright smile, you leave me in awe. I know you call to me, and I’m sorry I’m not there. Don’t hate me for it, please. I’m leaving behind all that has been holding me back… the same as you. I’m sorry it’s so lonely. I want to meet. What do you say? Impromptu trip to the tropics? Somewhere cold? I just want to escape the world with you and lie in your arms. You’re my home. I sit in your energy and let it guide me your way. But I do need time. Please be patient with me. I haven’t abandoned you. I’m finding me, for you. I dream about you so often and being the kind of person you’d inspire me to be.

Post-Reading Notes:

"I need you to run to me, run to me, lover." (Run by Hozier, the chorus specifically. I know the song is supposed to be a metaphor but I'm suggesting it at face value). A very healing energy to your person's messages. Your person could also fantasise about you a lot... in a non-x-rated 18+ kind of way. It was mentioned on one of the cards but that part of the card felt awkward in the rest of the cards. They’re possessive, it doesn't seem like in a negative or extreme way but again, that's not something that was strong or clear. There’s something to do with the attention of others. They just want to be yours completely… Honestly, a submissive yet dominant kind of energy. A protector and/or provider (take that as you will) who is absolutely smitten with you and will do anything you say.

I don't typically read for it, but one of the cards had twin flame written on it. It could also be symbolic of mirroring each other in your personal journeys in life.

PILE 3

Your Energy:

Powerful yet solitary energy. A new chapter of your life. Accomplishing a big goal. Moving to a new location. Creating a good foundation for yourself in preparation for what comes next. Balancing your energies. Sleep issues. Struggling with anxiety or managing thoughts after a traumatic event. Celebration. Having security. Authoritarian role or vibes.

The Message:

Okay, I can do this: I can’t get you off of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you, viewing your content, trying to set myself up to run into you. I know it’s silly, especially since you hurt me. Who pines after the person that hurt them? Well, it wasn't meant to be mean. You’re just so mysterious I can’t ever read you and it or you make me nervous. I’m always worrying about what to say. I want to talk to you but opening up to others is hard. I’m afraid I’ll start crying or you’ll hear my voice crack. You’re my person. I’m sure of it. You’re everything I’ve hoped for in a person, everything I dream about before I go to sleep at night. You’re doing so well for yourself, but I want to spoil you and be there for you. Not always materially. I know you can cover that for yourself. But being there for you and spending time with you… I heard you were seeing someone. I hope it’s not true and even if it is, I hope it doesn't last. No, I’m not sorry. I’m going to work up the courage to reach out to you soon.

Post-Reading Notes:

Oh Pile 3, you’re so intimidating to your person. Secret admirer vibes. I definitely think you’ve got a very serious or professional energy and an intimidating appearance. That may especially be true if you’re taller than average for your demographic/s. The energies here feel very balanced or neutral (not heavily feminine or masculine) on both your end and theirs.

PILE 4

Your Energy:

Such a beautiful light-hearted energy. There’s such a beautiful and hopeful energy in this relationship here but it’s also possible someone or something is working against you right now. A very important decision is being made. Someone could be trying to take something from you, but keep going. You’ve got this incredible power/energy to you. Vows are super important, be it making them with someone else or making a vow to yourself to gain or achieve something. Collaboration. Having everything you need to succeed. There could be challengers coming your way but you're strong enough to overcome them.

The Message:

I’m sorry. I don’t know, that was immature of me. I swear it wasn’t like you thought but don’t worry I’m going to do better. Honest. You know, I dream about us being together and growing old. I dream about our kids. They’re so stinking cute. We’ve still got growing to do, ok, or I’ve still got growing to do. Please talk to me. You know I hate it when you give me the silent treatment. I know I disappeared on you and that wasn’t cool. I just get so… I care about you a lot. I don’t want to see you hurt. I want the best for you. I know I act all big and bad but I’m a softie at heart. That fight was weird. I don’t like it. It wasn’t like us. It meant nothing I know. Would you pack up and run away with me if I asked? I hate the distance between us right now. Im always listening to our playlist. I know I acted like I'm uninterested in something serious but I am. I want you. I miss you. I want to spoil you and give you everything you deserve. Just give me a chance. Please hear me out.

Post-Reading Notes:

The vibes while doing the reading felt like very young vibes? There’s a youthfulness there. Someone who either is actually young in age or hasn’t grown up emotionally in a certain aspect. It felt like they did something prideful that was hurtful to you and you two are in a disconnect during the moment captured in the reading. It didn’t feel like a serious fight. More so when you’re upset with someone and acting like you’re madder than you really are (your vibes) and the other person is sweating and begging you to talk to them again (their vibes).

Also, idk why but Peter Parker kept coming into my head 🕸️. I’m not feeling to analyse it so take it as you will.

[zwolfgames]

Can we have more Yandere mha x child reader please 😁🙏

*Thank you for the request! I' unsure wether you wanted a continuation of the original two parts or a new one. This one us a continuation but I was fairly out of ideas so I hope this is alright. If you did mean a totally new concept then I'll be happy to write that too :3)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Kinda child abuse but not in a violence or sexual way. Manipulation. Incorrect lore. Binding. Yandere.

(3rd person PoV)

Y/N. The one kid know to have escaped the league of villains.

But what no one told the news, was that you were also the one kid to escape all of class 1A. A class of pshyco's.

Now that you look back at it. You had been naive.

Trusting these heroes. Just for them to use you as a doll, as a baby to coddle because they felt bad. Because they needed it.

But no one ever asked you... no one.It had been another two long years now.

Your body had finally been allowed to age without Eri being there to revert you, even if she was willing or not. You still weren't sure if that child had been in the same situation as you... But you didn't have time to look back.

Not when they were hunting you.

Now that some war between villains and hero's was around the corner. The searches became more intense. You'd catch Bakugo not two alleys down from you.

See Tokoyami and Hawks patrol from above.

Allmight had been caught in disguise just yesterday.

They were closing in on you.

You had only gotten away up untill now by cuttibg your hair differently. Wearing baggy... stolen.. clothes and caking dirt all over your face.

But what had to be done had to be done.

It's not like the villains left you alone either.

Altough, with the criminal circkles you had affiliated in, as was totally allowed for a 10 year old... you had heard of them trying to find you.

And you know... for someone's whos mentally just 12, that was scary.So you had trained yourself to fight a bit... Wich wouldn't do a lot against grown adults... but the tought was nice.

It's not like your quirk would be of any help. Crying pearls only helped you get by. And thats it...

But naturally, a story couldn't go on with it's main character living peacefully.

As you were napping on your little cleaned up dumpster of a home, you got knocked out of it as the whole plastic container got kicked to it's side.

An all too exited Kirishima came running to grab you off of the floor.You rolled out of the way. Kicking over some cardboard to slow him down as you sprinted away.

The boy just used his quirk to smash trough any and all obstacles. He had one goal in mind. And that is to take their shared sibling back.

Sibling was a better title then your actual role was. You're more of an emotional support pet....

Just as you think you'd still manage to get away from Kirishama, a tendril of grey scarf wraps firmly around you.

You're snatched up and quickly find yourself trapped in someones arms.

The man didn't even want to talk right now. He had gotten way too attached to you. A little kid with barely any power. Those kind of people is what he vowed to protect.

And even tough it seemed like you didn't want anything to do with him or other hero's. Aizawa was sure you'd understand that you needed the protection when the war began.

That you'd need a parental figure-He means... that he'd be available if you ever needed... guidance.

So in no time were you back to U.A.. Wrists bound like an animal.

You didn't like these people anymore...

They made you feel weak, useless...

Not human.

Just a plaything...

You were once again reverted back to an 8 year old and this time, kept in a diffrent room.

"So, like I said, you'll be sleeping in my room now, alright kiddo? I promise this is just for your safety. See, we even set up your own little bed. Yaorozu even made you a plush of your favorite dinosaur. And well... Koda.. tried to do that aswell- but- nevermind." Aizawa explained as he showed you your... incredibly cozy bed. Tough having to sleep in the same room as the guy that had essentially brought you into this mess..

Not your favourite.

"Don't look so depressed kid. It could be way worse. The villains could have killed you by now. You really shouldn't have run from us. We're just keeping you safe." Aizawa sighs and rubs your now messily cut hair.

You just huff in the little defiance you had left.

How dare he try and say that the villains who just as much wanted you back were trying to kill you?

Did he think you were stupid?

Probably.

Actually, undoubtedly.

They must all think that, that the slightest gust of wind would blow you away.

What did even see in you? Just a child?

No one would go this far for just a child...But you were their child. Group effort. Class project.

That was you. A responsibility they took way too seriously.

You still yearn for the reality where you could have just been delivered to an orphanage. Gotten an actual normal family.

A mom and a dad... or a mom and a mom... or a dad and a da- okay look you just didn't care as long as it wasn't this...

"Look, and we got you even more toys. And Midoriya mentioned that you liked to draw? Right? So only the best supplies for our little hero." Aizawa tries to smile.

You didn't know wether he was the only one that actually noticed how wrong this all was... he knew... but he couldn't give you up... give you away.

He never intended for this... but his class had also gotten attached... he wasn't alone in this... And that sucked for you.

Because escape attempt after escape attempt just ended up as you getting more stuck.

Ankle chain, gps tracker, locked doors, barred windows, constant surveillance.

How is no one saying anything against this? Why is this just being allowed?

Why did the freedom rule not count for you?

Where is the law?

Nowhere.

Not for you.

Its never been there for you.

And honestly, that hurt.

Why didn't anyone help you?

Why weren't you saved?

You littarly live with hero's and you're the victim.

This isn't okay...

And you couldn't do anything about it.

So you broke.

Going from defiant child to broken toy in days. Rotting in your extremly comfrotable bed like a depressed teenager.

Wich techically you could almost classify for mentally. Just half a year more.

Getting dragged out of your bed to be passes around like a plushy for movie nights was common now.

The students were getting more nervous too with the upcoming war.

Ochako coddled you more.

Deku had been teaching you about all his quirk knowledge as if he was scared he's die.

Aizawa was fixing up more safety manners.

Hawks had been coming over to babysit during actual hero school lessons.

Wich was even more awkard.

"Hey kid, smile."

"Y/N, can you draw me?"

"You're so cute Y/N, why don't i just take you with me instead? Im sure they wouldn't mind."

"Kiddo, want to go shopping?"

"Y/N."

"Kid."

"Kid..."

You were not a kid...

Stop it.

Why can't they leave you alone.

So you cried. Embarrassingly so in Hawk's presence. Pearls fell from your eyes and the pro hero looked on in awe.

Cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet words to try and comfort you.

Wrapping his wings around you and patting your head.

And dammit if you didn't hate all of them you would have loved this.

But after this... there really wasn't any escape.

War was spent in a bunker.

The survivors clung to you for dear life after the events and you just had to sit trough it like the good doll you were.

Smile and wave Y/N.

You weren't ever free.

And you never will be.

[lowkeyrobin]

this one is lowkey weird but can you please write edr platonic!ellie x reader where ellie plays more of a motherly role towards the reader and is cheering them up after they had a bad day 🙏🙏

sorry i lowkey only request evil dead but ur the only dude that writes them and you write them so well 😭 -🛒anon]

OMG HELLO WELCOME TO THE FAMILY 🛒 ANON (the shopping cart is my favorite emoji omg) ; and oh my lord thank you so much!! and yes I've never really drifted out of this fandom, I only got more attached to it LMAO, please spam me w edr reqs bc I love writing for it lol 🫶🫶🫶

ELLIE BIXLER ; motherly love

summary ; you had a bad day and retreat to the Bixler's apartment

warnings ; language, motherly type of affectionate nicknames (baby, sweetheart, & honey)

genre ; platonic fluff

word count ; 543

masterlist

You'd had a rough day at school, which you ranted about the whole rainy bus ride home with Danny. You'd already gotten confirmation that you could come over from the blonde, considering his mother loved you like you were her own, and also because your own mother couldn't love you like how she did.

You threw your things down in your apartment and immediately ran down to the Bixler's, knocking on their door. Kassie opens the door, welcoming you in as she informs you why Bridget wasn't in school today since she was sick. You quickly find Ellie, working at her desk.

Once Bridge scoops up Kassie to help her with the hot glue gun, you turn to the woman you viewed as your mother, tears welling in your eyes. She quickly looks to you, and stands up, wrapping you in a hug.

"Oh, baby, what happened? Are you okay?" She asks, knowing that you got off the bus with Danny no more than ten minutes ago. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with my life, and my fucking guidance counselor was like 'you're gonna be a senior soon, you need to make something of yourself' and I don't know what I'm good at! And fucking no one knows how to shut their mouths and I have no friends other than Danny, and it fucking sucks and I hate this stupid shit!" You rant, crying into her arms. Her red hair slightly drapes over your shoulders and your head, wrapping you in a sort of protection, in a way.

She hugs you a little tighter and rocks you a bit, comforting you by listening and rubbing circles into your back. She listens calmly, holding you tight to give you a sense of protection from the world so nothing could hurt you.

"You're okay, honey, it's okay. I can help you"

"I'm tired of feeling like a fucking loser! I want to do shit with my life, I don't wanna be a deadbeat like my stupid parents!"

"It's okay, you're okay." She strokes a hand through your hair, listening to your weeping, your tears temporarily staining her shirt. "I'll help you, honey, it's okay"

You look up at her, your arms wrapped around her midsection tightly. "Please help me, I can't do this anymore"

"I will, baby, you're gonna be alright. You're gonna get through this. " She lightly smiles with a nod, reassuring you.

You loved that she didn't dumb down your problems or tell you it wasn't a big deal, or that you needed to grow up. Ellie understood you, she understood you more than nearly anyone else in this world, she was your favorite human. You started calling her mom long ago.

She made you dinner and brought over leftovers for you frequently. She bought and brought you old clothes, she was there to comfort you when you were down, and there to help motivate you when you got so depressed that you couldn't function.

"I need help, Mom. I'm scared" You sob, clinging onto her.

"You're gonna be okay, I promise you, I swear to you. Just calm down, okay?" She whispers, noticing you beginning to hyperventilate and hiccup.

"I love you"

"I love you too, sweetheart"

[death-threats]

Thank you very much for the fast answer and for being so nice ✨

Can I please have Kizaru with prompt 15. "Can they please fuck me, oh my God—" 😊

Thank you in advance 🙏✨

Being a Marine meant discipline. It meant that you knew how to fight, not flee. You were of a respectable rank and even had subordinates looking up to you for instruction and guidance. You were well-liked for being a little softer than your cohorts but you didn't let it diminish your tough reputation when you needed to dole out punishment for slackers here and there.

Day by day, you continued to work your hardest and you may be lying to yourself if you were to say you weren't showing off for a certain someone. In the beginning, you were strictly busting your butt just to be the best for yourself and for the Marines. After getting to know Kizaru though...you were trying to be the best for him.

As you moved through the rank and file of everyday life, he began to take notice of you. He'd ask you out to lunch, to come in his office and talk about your day and vent if you needed to, and you spent time together on more than one occasion when you weren't needed on base. Those days were extra special for you.

One cool Sunday morning, he picked you up for brunch - his treat. The two of you walked to a nearby cafe and you couldn't help but notice his new, freshly-pressed suit. Your nails dug into your palms as you tried not to stare at how amazing his long, toned legs looked in those slacks. "Can he please fuck me? Oh my god."

He turned his head to you as he opened the door to the cafe, ushering you indoors. "What was that?" He asked.

Had you said that out loud? Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. "I didn't say anything." Hopefully that wasn't a lie.

A smooth, honeylike laugh left his lips and he looked down at you over his tinted lenses. "Do I have to write you up for insubordination? Tell me what you said. A little louder this time."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and disregarded the few customers that were engrossed in their own conversations around you. It was just you and Kizaru. "I said, can you please fuck me."

"That's what I thought you said." He smirked, crooking a finger under your chin. "Let's eat first, then how about we discuss this further afterwards?"

[8-rae-rae-8]

CUDDLES 141 ANON AGAIN,,,,, TYSM ILY I AM NOMMING YOU (/pos)

May I request a little,,, sleepy puppy Alex and cg Farah? Or itty sad Farah and cg Alex? 💖🙏🙏💖💖

IM DONE ANON

it takes 1.2K words for the sleepiness though i will be honest

BUT ITS VERY SWEET

you get pup alex :3

2.6k words

For the longest time, it was voluntary. Regressing was something Alex planned. Though, as he grew steadily more comfortable around Farah and her soldiers, some things began to itch at that side of his head. The whistles of affirmatives and readies had Alex constantly turning his head like a dog searching for his owner. 

Part of him wanted to be scared of how easily that reaction came to him, but he just couldn’t be scared. He was surrounded by people that now thought of him as a brother. Someone to lean on, and Alex could lean back on them for support as well. He was lucky enough not to feel the edging dread over any kind of situation like this.

In field training, a weapon in hand, he could keep his focus. Even with the whistles that unknowingly urged him deeper and deeper into his headspace. It taunted him, pulling at his chest. From where he laid, it all felt too big, especially the weapon in his hand. Alex was meant to be training on the rifle, it wasn’t his strong suit. Tech was what he knew.

His eyes wandered. A dangerous decision that he hadn’t given any thought. Directly to his side, Farah was there. Stood as if she was protecting him, even if they weren’t truly fighting against anything at the time. It settled his head just enough to allow himself to lower the rifle. 

“Farah.” Alex’s voice came out slightly strained, his eyes finding something else to focus on. He still held the idea that he didn’t have the ability to pause training for a brief second. His time in the military and the CIA had him trained like that. With Farah’s army, the commander always at least listened if someone genuinely needed to stop. The field wasn’t like that, they all knew. It was already engrained in the large majority of them since childhood. Which is why Farah would pause for them. They all deserved someone to help. 

They all leaned on each other for support. Their work almost flawless, much more smoothe than most ops Alex had been apart of. Farah’s people actually listened, unlike the unruly military men Alex served next to.

“Alex.” Farah responded, her eyebrows knitted as she followed Alex’s gaze. Nothing got past her. And especially not with Alex. The man wasn’t the best at hiding things like this. He would stop focusing completely, get quieter, and look so very pleased when someone told him he did a good job. Just like a dog with a wagging tail.

“Help?” One word sentences also seemed common the more ‘off’ he felt. That fuzziness in his head, calming but bothersome at times. Alex blinked up at Farah, letting his weapon rest on the ground as he extended a gloved hand for assistance getting up.

Their hands connected as Farah pulled him up with relative ease. Alex stumbled as he made it to his feet. Part of standing upright just felt wrong at the time, then again, it would be odd if he didn’t.

“You need a break.” Farah said, not giving Alex much of a choice in the matter. It sounded more like an order than a request.

Who was Alex to say no? He needed the command as much as he wanted it. It seemed Farah recognized this as well. The orders to give Alex just an ounce of much needed guidance and support. When he slipped around her, an arm was around him in a second. Keeping him afloat when he just needed to let go. 

She knew. After all she’d seen, she knew many ways other would cope. None she’d ever judge. 

Their training nest was packed up in just a minute or so. But Alex had his eyes on a small, deflated basket ball in a bush of thorns just a twenty feet away. A toy he desperately wanted to play with if it wasn’t filled with holes from the thorns.

A whistle got his attention. Everything was bundled in Farah’s arms. It didn’t cross his mind that he was probably expected to help. Instead, his head tiled just a tad. A pup in search of direction. Orders.

“Come, Alex.” Farah called, signaling with her head where they were going to go. Just next to their training post, a nice place to take a breather. They didn’t have a lot of places that weren’t ruins at the training ground, but there were some places that were mended just enough to take a break in. 

There wasn’t much of a reply, Alex simply nodded and followed Farah’s lead. The steps were a bit faster than her normal pace, but Alex easily kept up. Even a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

The inside was now clearly a small home, fixed up with boards. It was much cooler inside than in the blistering heat. Alex thought american summers were bad, but it wasn’t as bad as Urzikstan, he noted. A red patched couch was along the back wall, even fit with two pillows. Matted carpets were covering the dusty ground, no doubt from the previous owners. 

As Alex wandered the small place, Farah found a place to set their items. A desk to the left corner of the room. She neatly laid their items out, before her attention was turned back to Alex. Who was trying to tug off his gear in the incorrect order. 

Farah gave a small tsk at that, as if it would help Alex.

“Alex. Alex.” She repeated to him, her hands reaching up to loosen the straps on the bag he wore. Being fully geared up for training was something that kept him grounded, all the weight on his back from his bag, then the pressure on his chest from the plated vest. But sometimes Alex just couldn’t get it off when he felt this way.

It frustrated him, but then Farah was right there. Guiding him along as she helped undo his bag from his gear. A small whimper fell from his lips, unable to control it like he wanted. He was comfortable with Farah. He could lean on her when he needed to. 

“That’s it, Alex.” Alex heard her say, the same as many times before but with a softer tinge to it. The tension eased from him as each piece of gear was removed and put with the rest of the stuff they’d used for training.

“What do you need?” She patiently asked. 

Alex’s gaze dropped to the dusty ground. It felt too far even though his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He responded with a very small grumble.

He just needed someone to tell him what to do.

“Go sit, okay?” Farah told him gently. 

The seating options weren’t the best, and somehow Alex picked a worse spot. The floor just in front of the couch. He was lucky there was a rug there. His head tilted back against the couch.

A wave of sleepiness hit him like a brick. It suddenly felt too hard to even pick his head up. Too sleepy, and without Farah next to him. Alex latched onto her more than anyone else. Sure, he felt safe with others, but not in the same way. He could unwind, and sleep around her.

A small whine escaped him as his eyes scanned the room for her. So close, but too far for his liking.

“Tired, Alex?” Farah asked, her head turned in his direction. So much for a small break with training. Alex was far too tired to do more.

With a huff, Alex nodded. Steps drew closer, then there was warmth right next to him. The couch creaked under Farah, but she sunk into the cushions regardless. His head immediately pressed against Farah’s leg, sort of using her as a head rest.

Her hand brushed through Alex’s sweaty hair. Combing through it, any knots being gently tugged out. There were no complaints, even if it hurt just a bit. He softly breathed out as the heat began to fade off him. The dim room keeping a slight chill to the air.

“You did good today.” Farah sweetly told him, head tilted down to watch the way Alex nuzzled into the side of her leg. The training grounds weren’t the best place to rest, especially not with the others that needed to train. Alex just looked so tired. Too sleepy. 

Alex acknowledged her words with a content rumble, deep in his chest. One of his arms wrapped around the back of her leg, holding gently. So so sleepy, yet his eyes just would not close for more than a second or two.

“Alex, do we need to go home?” A little worry slipped into her tone. 

The downtime sleepiness usually hit Alex after any kind of work. For him to be regressing as well was new, at least for Farah to deal with. A sleepy pup could get to be a handful.

Alex was proving that.

Instead of simply agreeing because he knew he needed it, he whined in protest because he didn’t want to get up. Sleepy blue eyes met Farah’s, hardly even able to keep them open.

“Tired pups need a bed to rest in, not the floor.” Farah spoke firmly, trying not to give Alex much of an out as she moved the leg he was leaned on.

When Alex dared to give a growl, he was immediately hoisted up off the floor. His arm not tight enough to actually hold to her leg. And far too caught off guard to realize he was being picked up until it was too late. He was quickly reminded that Farah is much stronger than she looked.

“Just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can growl at me.” She countered with roughness to her tone. Easily enough to make Alex whine like he’d been kicked. 

His head leaned onto her shoulder, whimpering and whining at that interaction. Alex knew better than to growl, he really did, but everything was far too fuzzy, almost glazed over in his vision. Too tired. 

Farah sighed softly, arms wrapping firmly around him. 

“You’re exhausted, Alex.” She breathed out as Alex tried to wiggle into a comfortable spot at her side. Hunched over more than he possibly should be, just to cuddle into her side.

Alex kept trying to get out of going home. That would mean having to take care of big Alex problems. He wanted to crawl instead of walk. He wanted to curl up instead of shower. Wanted to bark rather than speak. At least here they wouldn’t be found, or even expected to be.

Even though Alex held his ground, he didn’t exactly fight when Farah stood and pulled him into her arms. Alex hardly fit at all to be carried in such a way. Being carried at least was better than walking, Alex decided. Carefully, he tucked his head against Farah’s shoulder, while his arms wrapped around her neck. 

Farah whispered soft praises to him for being good about her carrying him, holding him tightly so he couldn’t slip from the grasp. 

The words were lost on him the second Farah began to walk. Like a baby in a stroller, or on a car ride, the movement soothed him. The walk to the inside of their base didn’t take so long, at least not that Alex noticed. He was practically asleep in her arms, a light doze.

The next thing he noted was the softness of a bed underneath him, but Farah’s warmth dissipating as the cooler air filled the space instead. 

Alex whimpered the loudest his body possibly let him manage. Wearily, his eyes opened. Sitting up was the hardest next task that he even attempted. His head spun as he sat up.

He couldn’t see Farah. His eyes flickered around the whole room. They were in Farah’s room. Decorated with matching colors, lots of soft yellows and greens. A lot of things had to be gifts though, the room would definitely not be so nicely decorated if they weren’t. 

His heart sank as he looked around. No Farah. Fear was quick to snap through him. Alex stumbled poorly out of the bed. Not walking, no, he crawled. Like he swore he needed to, or he’d be sick. He couldn’t walk when he felt so not human.

Alex sat himself in the middle of the bedroom floor, legs tucked up to his chest with his arms resting between them. Sad whimpers coming from him. He didn’t want to be alone. He was so so sleepy…

His head rested on his knee. Just for a second, he closed his eyes.

Then he felt himself be scooped up again. How she managed to do that so easily, Alex had no clue. He began rapidly blinking to try to clear his foggy vision. And make sense of the situation.

The hands were small, rough but treating him like he was a delicate pet. Something that could break if moved the wrong way.

Farah.

Alex deeply exhaled. 

“Calm.. That’s it.” She encouraged, taking a few steps. 

They reached the bed. Farah didn’t make the mistake of letting go of him again. Instead, she sat and laid Alex down next to herself. A hand still resting on him, finding it’s way into his hair to softly brush through it.

“You’re exhausted…” Farah muttered, her thumb brushing over the dry skin on Alex’s forehead. Soft and gentle.

He gave a pitiful whine in response, blearily looking at her through his eyelashes. Alex only slightly moved enough to nudge himself up to her side.

Neither of them cared about how they both certainly needed a shower. Alex was way too pitiful and sleepy to even attempt to wash off. The last time he had help, he flipped out because he couldn’t handle not being in control of how he washed. There was an order to do it in that could not be changed. 

“Sleep, pup.” Farah certainly tried her best to say what Alex needed to hear after she had learned from Alex, and his behavior. It always helped him, even if she still had some underlying confusion about it.

Alex whined softly. A hand brushed against Farah’s side in a pawing motion. Closer. He wanted closer. 

“Come…” She whispered to him, beckoning him closer. There was only a moment’s hesitation before he firmly pressed himself to her side. He did shift further down the bed until his head was in her lap like a proper pup.

“Good boy, Alex. Close your eyes.” 

Very gently, she guided Alex through the process of getting him to sleep. Blankets tucked gently around him as he began to drift into sleep. Her hands tangled in his knotted hair. One by one brushing out all the knots with gentle hands. The touch was delicate in his hair, never pulling, never tugging. 

Minutes blurred into each other as the tick of the clock was replaced by a quiet humming. A sweet melody washing away any remaining tension in Alex’s body like waves. Deeper and deeper relaxation until his shoulders no longer trembled, breaths replacing the movements of his shoulders. There was nothing to protect now, no big problems to be had. It was just him and Farah. Alex let her take the reins as he drifted off.

Alex curled up next to Farah, in a way that would probably hurt in the morning. The soft hums didn’t stop until Alex was well into sleep. Even then, she didn’t leave. Taking a protective stance over the regressed one. 

He slept much like a rock. Not moving, not making a sound. Yet he looked so comfortable all the same. Farah softly continued to pet him.

Her own stress fading away as she did so. The motion repetitive and soothing. Though she didn’t sleep, she rested alongside Alex.

Protecting the pup, even without active threats.

[rush-the-stars]

I would like to read the diluc elaboration personally...🙏

i’ve got you ❤️❤️ sorry for the wait this was sitting in my drafts!

cw: issues with control, probably not the healthiest way to get into d/s dynamics, lifestyle dom, possessive behavior, mention of collaring. slight yandere if you tilt your head and squint.

i think diluc has problems with control. he likes everything to be in his hands, on his shoulders; perhaps not to burden anyone. or perhaps because he doesn’t trust anyone to do it right. to do it how he would.

it manifests in all sorts of prickly ways. it causes him anxiety, to not have control, to watch it unspool from his fingers. it isn’t fair, maybe, for him to not allow anyone the chance of trying, but to do it himself. it’s a bit of an insult—to think they’re incapable.

it causes problems with the knights, with kaeya, with the city, with you.

at first it’s a little rocky, your relationship with him. there’s a lot of push and pull, both of you sinking your teeth down into the other and trying to wrestle them still. he’s a little brash, you’re quite stubborn, he thinks he knows what’s best for you—

perhaps because he just. loves you. more than he can say. and he wants you safe and healthy and cared for.

maybe you’re a troublemaker, a little rough on yourself. an expert in self sabotage. undomesticated. wild little thing.

and in another argument, where he’s berating you about being reckless, about not taking care of yourself, it just sort of…clicks for you.

he’s not angry, he’s scared.

keenly, you become aware of his desperate need for control. and you start to give it to him a little more. small things at first; what you eat for breakfast, which dress to wear for the day, how he wants you. or needs you, maybe.

it takes some coaxing, you think.

but you realize one night, when he admits, almost raggedly, like it’s eaten him up inside, that he half wants to possess you;

maybe it was not just you who was coaxing.

suddenly, you seek his council and his guidance and his care. suddenly you want to know what dress he wants you in, you want to make him proud, you want to—

follow his rules, you realize.

they are good for you. getting enough sleep. eating well. expressing yourself—your wants and needs and anxieties and feelings. being responsible. not dashing into danger.

he settles and calms, when you give up the control to him. happily, he takes it. content to know you are safe and healthy and well taken care of.

and when he feels out of control (with the knights, with the city, with kaeya), he knows he has you, within it. you to return to. you to soothe him.

you to call willingly into his control, you who craves it now, whose never been happier. healthier.

he’s patient, too. so tender about it. loves spoiling you for being good—for listening to him. punishments are fair and only used when he believes absolutely necessary; he’s not much of a sadist. he doesn’t like hurting you. he doesn’t like when you’re mad or resentful over a punishment, hates to see you pout.

(but he does love when you cling to him and cry afterwards—)

and when he introduces a collar to you, it’s subtle, tasteful. beautiful. it could almost just be a necklace.

you know better, though. and it feels a little inevitable, like perhaps this was always on his mind.

(you’d be horrified astonished if you knew how long ago he’d picked it out for you—)

you’re shy about it at first and he doesn’t push it. slips it on you when you’ll allow him, takes it off when you’re finished. how often you have it on becomes more frequent, longer, you begin to crave the weight on your neck, your chest.

and then one day he goes to remove it but you stop him. and there’s so much heat in your face when you ask, but you have to ask, if diluc has taught you anything it’s so say what you want—

“can i keep it on? please?”

oh, it’s what he’s always wanted.

“of course,” he soothes, kissing your cheeks, your chin, your mouth. “of course.” he hushes.

and you can’t help but feel like it was what he was coaxing you to all along.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

bruh please get into why you don't like shota I'm genuinely interested 🙏

Reasons why I don’t like Shota:

- Is easily the worst teacher in MHA: we never actually see him do his job. Every time we see him in a school setting, he’s either asleep or he pawns off his work to other teachers. He doesn’t give his students any advice except “do better” and he’s shown to be willing to drop students on THE FIRST FUCKING DAY OF CLASSES if they don’t suddenly improve. Izuku’s the biggest example of this. If Shota was good at his damn job, he’d read about his students ahead of time and learned that Izuku only had his quirk for a few months so it’s obvious that he won’t know how to use it properly. A real teacher would see this and offer aid, only expelling Izuku if he shows absolutely no improvements after a month or two. He managed to pass the entrance exam which means he’s more than worthy of being given a chance compared to the Gen-Ed students who failed to get into the hero course (looking at you Hitoshi). Meanwhile, Katsuki attacks Izuku on the first day and even sabotages his score yet Mr. “Logical” here doesn’t expel him. Adding to this, when Katsuki nearly kills Izuku, all he tells him is to “grow up”. These instances show him as outright neglectful and lazy. It gets even worse when you realize that the only time he actually tried doing his job, he fucked up big time by forcing an abuse victim to work with his abuser. Oh, and don’t get me started on him using Eri to further Katsuki’s growth in one of the light novels. Shota, it’s not the responsibility of those abused to help an abuser grow. People love to rag on All Might for his teaching, but while All Might sucks at his job, he at least tries. Shota is neglectful, abusive, and just an outright asshole at this point.

- Is a mouthpiece for Katsuki: despite Katsuki being a student Shota should’ve expelled right off the bat based on what we’re told about him, he instead praises Katsuki and is used by Hori to wank him off. He tells the people rightfully booing him during the Sports Festival that he was “giving it his all” against Ochako when all he was doing is just standing there and swatting her away when he could’ve easily took her out in one or two blows. Katsuki even says that it’s “time to get serious” after Ochako’s final attack, which meant he wasn’t taking her seriously to begin with. When people rightfully question Katsuki’s behavior after his kidnapping, Shota says that “Katsuki deserves to be a hero because he tries hard”. Bruh, just because you try hard doesn’t mean you deserve shit, especially when you’ve repeatedly proven that you can’t handle the responsibilities that come with being a hero.

- Doesn’t care about the mental health or the future of his students: One of the first things he does in the series is tell Ochako that knowledge of the school’s various facilities, including the guidance counselor, isn’t important. He then proceeds to use his little “logical rouses” which all that does is make sure none of his students can trust him with anything. He singles out Izuku and calls him a liability in front of his classmates instead of taking him to the side. His little “expulsion game” is also very harmful. In Japan, grades and academic records are highly valued. Any blemish can fuck up a kid’s future. By suspending his students, he screwed them over in the long run, especially since they’re in an “elite school” like U.A. Any kid who’d rather take a different path in life is fucked because Shota suspended them on the FIRST DAY of school. And for what? Not being at the level of a sidekick or pro hero? Except for those who had to take quirk counseling due to uncontrollable quirks, none of them had formal training, so who is he to say they can’t be heroes on the first day? All they had is one day to prove themselves on some shitty fitness exam that doesn’t even test their character or willingness to learn. Shota preaches about life being unfair but he’s actively making things unfair just because he’s got a God Complex.

- Is a hypocrite: Shota hates people who spam their quirks and only rely on them, so what does he do? Takes in a kid who does exactly that as his mentee just because he reminds him of himself and of his dead friend (Hitoshi’s my third least favorite MHA character in case you were wondering). He dislikes All Might for supposedly playing favorites but he does exactly that. We actually see him training this kid over his class, said kid who hasn’t done anything to achieve his dream.

-Narrative wanks him off: Never is Shota’s actions called out. He’s never made to be in the wrong. Every character loves him and those who don’t (like his previous class) are made to be in the wrong or are made to be assholes. However, unlike Katsuki, he at least isn’t completely covered by plot armor, having lost his leg and part of his eyesight due to battles he’s taken part in.

- He dropped a FUCKING BUILDING on his students during one of the OVA’s. Enough said. Somehow he’s been more successful nearly killing his students than the villains have at killing 1-A.

At the end of the day, Shota’s an abusive, neglectful, hypocritical, and egotistical asshole with a God complex who never gets called out on his bullshit. He may be a decent hero, but that’s really not something that overrides all his shitty traits. I see what Hori was going for, but like with a lot of things, Hori misses the mark and forgets what makes characters of Shota’s archetypes work in the first place.

[rainnybear]

@silvarbelle

My response is way too long to put in comments..

They’re good deities, I’m gonna share abit more information about them than probably needed just to help spark ideas, I’ll give the small bit of information that I have

They are created from stardust

They’re both deities that use their magic through potions

They’ll create potions that will help their followers/worshippers with what they ask

They both work around self love

Leonardo’s being physical, people look for guidance with confidence, appearance, strength, stuff like that

Donatello’s being mental, people looking for guidance to find their true selves, inner beauty, helping with fears, idk I still need ideas for Donnie, I have more work done on Leo

They typically try to help people figure stuff out on their own, only using the potions to give them a little push, not wanting to give them something fake (False confidence and stuff, yk, idk how to explain)

One idea I’ve had that could help with plot but not much was that Leo struggles with self confidence himself and uses the potions on himself, Donnie doesn’t like him doing that because he believes too much false confidence could be dangerous and make things worse

Please help I need ideas 🙏

[herb10]

https://www.tumblr.com/herb10/733202520091115520/ive-been-here-often-yes-because-i-was-a-big-fan

Wait what I’m so confused by this ur one of the most respectful accounts out there I feel all accounts are but you’re like the most neutral

Where’s the intrusive??? I’m so confused LOL also if you wanna take it that way are we all not a tad intrusive for being on here and expressing/wanting to know more about him so same goes to you anon we accept it I’m so sorry for u girl like grow up

Elle ur so fine like ur chilling ppl got sticks uo their ass for nothing

Thank you so much for the support 🙏 I love this little community but as it grows it's an unfortunate inevitability that we're going to attract more trolls.

So what was it that anon found so intrusive? That anon ask I posted over a week ago about Taylor seemingly unfollowing Justin.

Yes, really...

Someone sent me an ask containing publicly accessible information on his official Instagram and I made a low-effort gif response. That's what over-stepped the mark; nevermind that the information was incorrect anyway and it was just a bug affecting IG at the time.

So after seeing such a horrendous infraction, anon felt the overwhelming need to chastise not just me, but the entire community and accuse us all of being "obsessive" and "intrusive" individuals in desperate need of moral guidance.

They also took the opportunity to mention how they had met Justin twice (Twice!) so knew him well enough to say that our mentioning of his Instagram follows would deeply hurt his feelings.

But please ignore that anon has been sniffing around my blog for months on end bc Justin would clearly be more upset by complete strangers talking about him on niche internet spaces than people who (allegedly) have irl access to him doing that.

It's completely normal, totally non-obsessive behaviour when anon does it, but we're all obsessed cretins who need reality checks...

Being serious for a second, I will always try and be respectful to Justin and his privacy but I also recognise that he's a wealthy, attractive, and talented public figure and that there's interest in him.

People are curious about who he is as a person, not necessarily his public persona, and want to discuss that. I'm not going to deny people that, as long as it stays within my own personal boundaries of what is right; anything else would be hypocritical as I'm curious to know about who Justin Herbert is as well, although I recognise I have no right to know.

I've said this so many times before but innocent curiosity is fine so long as it doesn't impede on Justin's life or his personal safety. I'm pretty understanding and open-minded but only to an extent - I do have my own moral code when it comes to this.

I don't however appreciate people acting self-righteous, grandstanding and accusing everyone else of "immoral" behaviour when it's also something they do. That's hypocritical to the point of ridiculousness and I can't take anyone who says that seriously.

[lokavisi]

Hey sorry if this seems completely out of the blue but I love your blog and was hoping you could maybe offer some advice on how to feel the gods' presence in my life more. I know my deities are there occasionally, I've met them in meditations and even had a dream visitation from Odin and Thor once, but at least recently it's become much harder to actually feel like they're there. Which is weird since I'm actually actively researching and praying to them more than I have before, and tbh the lack of direct messages from them is starting to make me question my faith altogether.

I know the most obvious answers to this problem are to meditate regularly and do more divination sessions with them, but if you have any extra advice please share 🙏 You seem so intuitive and able to communicate with the gods, I really want to learn how to do that too

Thank you for your question! It's ok to ask things out the blue. :) As per my wont, this will be a multiple paragraph response. Because apparently I can't just write a sentence and have that be enough lol.

I guess first I'd like to say that even I don't always feel the gods close by. Loki is extremely kinetic and mobile. Sometimes he feels like he's breathing down my neck, and others it feels like I'm straining to hear him. Like he's yelling without a megaphone from the opposite end of a football stadium. For other deities, sometimes they only really show up and/or I feel them around when they have something in particular they want to say. I may generally be able to hear them more than others, but I've spent *years* of practice tuning in to my intuition, sensing otherbeings, and going into trance journeys to see them. Essentially, it's perfectly normal and ok to not be able to sense them all the time. Whether you're well practiced or familiar with a deity, or not. That might not be particularly helpful to hear, but it certainly seems true from my own experience and hopefully gives you a little comfort.

Based on my experience, sometimes it's not about what you are or aren't doing to connect with them, but what the deities in question are doing. I certainly can't speak for them and I'm not trying to. I just mean to say that just because you don't feel them around when you're doing the work to connect with them doesn't mean they aren't there or don't care. For all we know they *are* around but something else is affecting your perception around their presence. Or maybe they have some reason for cloaking their presence or distancing themselves, like they're trying to teach you something. I know with Loki he often feels distant when there's something I need to work out on my own without much guidance. Also, now that I think about it, sometimes when I get too far into research deities can start to feel a little distant. My theory on that is that they want us to build our own relationships and understandings of them, not just taking the words of ancient peoples at face value. (That is not to say that doing historic/cultural research isn't important, or that it can't give you insights into the nature of the deities or strengthen your relationship with them. However, it is equally important to know them and relate to them on your own terms outside of ancient historical records.)

With that in mind, as far as advice goes, I'd say the more you intentionally do things with them in mind, the more you'll feel or hear them near; and also recognize that feeling an absence could indicate that you need to do some work on your own without their help. It requires a little discernment. In theory, the more you practice and start to hear them clearer, the easier it will be to hear them say, "Yeah this is all you, buddy." Though in the mean time you may need to trust your gut a little more. Ultimately, I think it boils down to just trusting that they are there and they hear you, and trusting your intuition. In human relationships we deeply value trust, and I think deities are no different in that regard. That's the whole "faith" piece, right? Trusting they hear you means trusting that they will at some point, in some way, make their response known. Maybe consider asking for some specific and tangible omens to indicate their presence. Something like asking to see a particular animal that is less common in your region, or to pull one very specific tarot card or rune. Something with lower probability of occurring normally so that it stands out when you see it and you can know that it's them.

Seeing as I've basically just written a short essay I think I'll stop there and hope that that was in any way helpful. If you'd like some more specific or pointed help, feel free to PM me and I'll see what I can do.

Don't fret too much. I'm sure Odin and Thor (or anyone else looking to connect with you) will make sure you know they're around when you need them. :)

[himawari-candyy]

again, no right or wrong answer so no pressure. just choose one, whether if you like it more, the order, or just random 😊 this is rly important to me.

i think i do owe some context so that i don’t look crazy.

there is something i really need to do and i think i just need the courage to just go for it. in a way, i feel like if i have people counting on me, then it’ll make it a little easier. i promised myself i’d do whatever option was chosen no matter how scared i am, so it’s time for the second half. this is the last poll, i promise.

for the record, everything is okay 👍 i don’t want this to raise concern. these polls are basically just guidance/motivation boosters for me.

[princessmia-tarot]

I'm "do you answer 18+ questions" anon and you said it depends, so I'd like to know what my person/love is going to react when I'll tell him I still have my v-card and I have so little experience almost none in s3x 😅 if you can't answer that it's okay, still thank you for noticing my ask 🙏

Hello again,

Certainly, I can provide some insights into how your person or love interest might react when you tell them about your virginity and limited experience in sexual matters, as indicated by the 6 of Pentacles:

Their Reaction to Your Virginity and Limited Experience (6 of Pentacles):

The 6 of Pentacles is a card that often symbolizes generosity, fairness, and giving and receiving in a balanced way. When it comes to revealing your virginity and limited sexual experience to your love interest, this card suggests the following:

Understanding and Compassion: The 6 of Pentacles indicates that your love interest is likely to respond with understanding and compassion. They may appreciate your honesty and respect your decision to wait until you feel comfortable.

Supportive: This card signifies a willingness to support you emotionally and make you feel comfortable with your choices. Your love interest may want to create a safe and supportive environment for you to explore your feelings and desires at your own pace.

Respect for Boundaries: The 6 of Pentacles also represents respecting boundaries and treating others with fairness. Your love interest may respect your decision to wait and may not pressure you into anything you're not ready for.

Open Communication: This card suggests that open and honest communication is important to both of you. Your love interest may encourage you to share your thoughts and feelings about your experiences and desires, fostering a healthy and communicative relationship.

Generosity: In some cases, the 6 of Pentacles can indicate a willingness to be patient and generous with their time and affection as you navigate your feelings and experiences.

Non-Judgmental Attitude: This card implies a non-judgmental attitude. Your love interest is likely to accept you as you are and not view your limited experience as a negative aspect of the relationship.

It's important to remember that everyone's reactions can vary based on their individual personalities and beliefs. However, the 6 of Pentacles suggests a positive and supportive response from your love interest, emphasizing understanding, compassion, and a willingness to create a healthy and respectful connection with you. 🌟❤️🤗

xx

Mia💗

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[enchanted-moura]

Hello darling🌹

I hope your doing well my sunshine✨

May I ask your opinion on an issue, please? Recently, well it's quite a year that I feel stuck, like I'm going nowhere, and with frustration and depression, I felt less connected to my spiritual side yet I feel an enormous pull. I don't know where to start, and how to reconnect with deities and spirits, I feel like I've abandoned them/being abandoned by them, it's a like a mutual feeling. I want to have a fresh start, with myself, my spiritual side and possibly new spiritual connections, though I don't know where to start or whom to contact for help and suggestions. I would really really appreciate your help and insight 🙏 I've always admired how calm, wise and intune you're. It's been years that I follow you, and I've only assisted to a continuous grow and flourishing, like a quiet beautiful piece of paradise which only prosper, really I admire your strength. It may sound awkward maybe, but you're the first and only person that came to my mind for asking advices (usually I don't ask and try to figure out myself, but maybe I'm too desperate and lost and need someone's guidance). Anyway I would really love to hear (ahem read) your suggestions darling 🌹

Thank you so much again, and have a wonderful day/evening sweetheart 💖

Aww thank you so much. I am really sorry to hear this, trust me we all experience it.

I don't recommend doing deity and spirit work if you have depression - its not a race or a must do, its a whole responsibility. Everything in the spirit world isn't seeing your benevolent ancestors and cute baby cherubs, you really need stability to deal with another world on top of this one lol

I would start a self love and wellness journey and just give back to yourself. Maybe get into fitness and therapy, aromatherapy, cleansing rituals and just journalling. Little things like that will work, also spend time in nature for real like actually go to the beach and eat organic cuisine. Hang out with your cousins and loved ones. Thats more spiritual than the grandest altar tbh.

[mun-of-orchid-and-friends]

🦇💫✨Spititober✨🍂🕸️

The Event Is Here!!!!

October is be your chance to talk to the spirits~

You are able to ask:

Syrus

Betty

Jenny

Mathew

George

And Alexander [Possibly in his true form of you're lucky]

October 16th, two new characters will be askable~

(Not spirits but are incredibly old... spoilers)

Steve

Alex

These spirits can talk to you and interact with objects you give them. And as Halloween 🎃 creeps closer and closer, the more physical they become...

And in the last couple of days in the event, they will be alive and will have their final interactions...

The event will run from October 1st to November 10th

🌟As an added bonus you can request from the list below any of my OCS you wish to see fused with monsters of Halloween, and If you want I can add your own OC with one of mine (of your choice) in a picture together, fused with Halloween monsters of your choice of course... (do please send a picture of the monster you wish for the OC to be fused with please)...

(Ex: Orchid as a vampire. [OC name] as a wolf. Can they be helping each other out in some open field or graveyard pleas~)

(Main cast)

Orchid

Smith

Jay

Mason

(Side cast)

Rose

Tool

Hawk

Stone

Duge

Sasha

Zom

(Book characters/ROTAI)

Yumi

Archie

Karl

Valorie

Salah

(Bonus characters to ask)

Syrus (Bonus)

Betty (Bonus)

Jenny (Bonus)

Mathew (Bonus)

George (Bonus)

Alexander (Bonus)

Note: Valkyrie, Asher, and Senpu are owned by someone else and they are the only ones who can request those three as they please... Everyone else above is free for you to request tho...

I just want to do something fun for everyone, not just the Minecraft community~ so if you think this will be fun in October do join in~ anonymous will be on as well so please don't ruin that for others...

Rules:

1: I can't really do gory stuff too well... if you want gore tho, I will post it up my Alpha timeline blog (NSFW blog) and it will be under the cut. But nothing further than that (trying to have a fun All Hallos Eve event~)

[at the moment there is no password up, but anyone under the age of 18 better not ruin that for everybody...]

2: No Sex request! Putting this here because there are those who will ask anonymously and think it's funny... it's not. I don't want to get in any trouble...

3: If you request an OC that is not yours, please send proof you asked the original owner if it was ok. I have done this myself and it has gotten me in trouble before... I would like to avoid that please. (And don't ask 🙏)

4: I plan to do art for ALL ASKS at the start of the event so please be patient with me if I seem slow. I have two children who need my attention and guidance and so little time away from them... (Will be starting new job soon... hopefully~)

5: I will have an RP starter on the RP Blog if you want to do a story with the spirits only for the event. (Other current RPs will continue as normal and will not be affected by the event UNLESS partner says it is ok~)

6: Remember this is just for fun~

This will be the only event I will have before the end of the year is up because I'm sure that someone is going to have a Christmas event going or a Thanksgiving event going... I just wanted to do one last event before the year is out... And out of the three remaining big American holidays, Halloween is my favorite 😍...

So yeah this will be the last big event of the year on my blog, so if you've made it this far reading everything I do appreciate you taking the time to read it... And if you decide to participate I hope you have an enjoyable and fun time~