#when they have bad health days they like to lay in a pile like this!!!!

[anoddopal]

Doc always feels better when Bun sings to him. ❤️‍🩹

🎶 Inspo: [Setting Sun]~✨

[star1ight0]

Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada x PLATONIC KID!!

I crave comfort so here

Tw : Ed /sh

Not many people were aware of your relationship with your homeroom teacher and English teacher known as Mr. Aizawa and his loud husband Mic but they were your dad's. In the beginning of the year they both made it clear no special treatment would be given and you appreciated it a lot.

This also came with its ups and downs trying to fight the urge to hug you dad in front of class after villain attacks ect, as much as they'd both fight it they also struggled to accessively check on you when you all moved to dorms.

Having grown up always close to him after they adopted you from a abusive home. had its drags on you all You weren't entirely sure when this overwhelming feeling of despair started but it felt so shitty, you had no reason to feel this way you had a good life. Loving dads, a nice school and a few friends you hold dear to you. It was so long ago why was this still bothering you.

You remembered a conversation you had with your dad, Mic recalling how Aizawa was struggling with mental health and how it wasn't an effect of things around him but rather his brain chemistry. You looked at your phone debating on calling your family group chat to ask them for help but managed to talk yourself out of it resorting to crying on your closet floor.

After a few minutes of crying you managed to pull yourself together grabbing some clothes and deciding this was all in your head and you had no reason to feel so shitty. Heading out your room you feel a tap on your shoulder "it's past curfew kid" you turn around to see you father Hizashi looking around you you look back at him eyes still puffy "Sorry dad, just needed a shower" you say attempting to walk away when you feel a hand in you wrist "were you crying little listener?" You flinch at the childhood nickname your dad had given you "No, sorry just tired" you say pulling away "either your high or you were crying which one is it kid" He says pointing to your eyes "its nothing dad please just let me shower"

You pull away walking away leaving your dad in the hall alone. You took a long shower, trying to scrub off the memories of your past home. You get out the shower and go back to your dorm laying down on the floor ignoring the fact your bed was no more than 3 feet away. You look at your phone to see Aizawa texted you

You okay kiddo?

Yeah sorry for worrying y'all just a bad day

Are you sure

Yeah

If you say so, me and Hizashi are here if you need us. Now go to bed it's late

The conversation was short and to the point but you still felt the need to want to call him and tell him these awful feelings you were having.

A few days passed when you got an email from an all too familiar name, it was your biological mom. The very same woman who had given you physical and mental problems along with nonstop nightmares for 2 years. You had changed everything phone number, social media accounts anything that she could you to find you. Yet her name is in your inbox with a paragraph calling you names and threatening you. Everything felt so out of control like nothing you did to get away from her was enough. But she knew now, she knew what school you went to. 1-A had been on TV after all, you should have known it was only a matter of time. You looked at your phone blankly feeling your body shake and tears fall from your face. You reached for your pocket knife making a cut on your thigh it felt good like you finally had control over how you felt like you had control over something when everything around you was so chaotic. This was bad you knew that but it felt too good to want to care.

Overtime the threatening emails from your mother piled up only feeding the fear she'd find you and harm you, in turn causing more scars to be formed on your legs. You dads had quickly talked notice to you change in dimanar and talked it over amongst themselves and tried to reach out to you but it was all brushed off as a bad week or a bad day.

This began to escalate more than your lack of interest in food came about you seemed so tired too tired to even eat. This is where they drew the line. No kid of theirs would be passing out in training. They just couldn't figure out how to talk to you about this without you shutting down and shutting them out.

Monday morning training came about and you felt exhausted like your whole body was about to give out. This was only further proven when you passed out before training with Todoroki without him even activating either of his quirks. Both Hizashi and Aizawa rushed to your side as another student ran to get recovery girl. You woke up in the nurses office with both your dad's next to you looking worried out their minds.

"Recovery girl said you'd be fine.. as long as you ate and drank probably." There was a silence filled with worry and a bit of anger

"I'm sorry dad-" you were cut off by Hizashi hugging you, "please don't scare me like that kid" he said holding you as if you were gonna disappear. "Talk to us if you need to kiddo. You know we'll listen. "

You hugged him back going back to your dorm early as you were excused from all classes for the day, sitting on your floor you checked your phone to see another email this time from your biological father. Your mom texting you was one thing you knew in some way she didn't have the gut to actually hurt you but your dad, he'd hunt you down and kill you, metaphorically and literally. You felt a wave of fear washing over you and you sobbed standing up hands on your head pacing around your room crying and shaking. You reach for your knife once more sliding down the wall making a cut in an almost fully healed scar feeling that feeling of control comes back. You made a few more before stopping, taking a deep breath grabbing your first aid kit sitting in the same spot on the floor. Yeah, you felt stupid but not stupid enough to not clean this kind of thing. As you were cleaning up you heard a knock at your door

"Kid? It's us can we talk?"

Aizawa says still waiting at the door "Y-yeah give me a minute please!!" You shout rushing to put the first aid kit away and some sweatpants and throw your knife under the bed you wipe your face, and open the door

"Kid are you okay you look a little.. worse than earlier "

"yeah I'm fine just not in a great mood," you said looking at your phone placed in the far end of the bed. They both came Into your room sat on your bed and attempted to talk to you about what had been bothering you. The conversation went in circles before you placed your head in Aizawa's lap. Your dad Hizashi, was standing at the foot of your bed about to leave when he was stopped by a blood stain on the floor.

"Shouta, I think we should stay till she wakes up"

"hm. I mean I'm not against it but why ?"

He points at the blood spot on the floor and Shoutas eyes widen.

"they are knocked out right now so can you look for whatever is being used ?"

He nods looking around your room eyes landing on a pocked knife shining under your bed.

"here, I'll put it in our room," he says showing Shouta before closing it and placing it in his pocket, as he was above to leave he stopped by the light of your phone along with a name he recognized followed by a scowl.

"Shouta I'm gonna check their phone for something"

He gives Hizashi a confused look but unable to move because of your sleeping form he allows him to do so, you trusted them enough to let them know your passwords but they had never not trusted you enough to go through your phone. He opens the email, reading it and seeing ll the others. He made a face of pure disgust and walked toward Shouta showing him the inbox along with one of the emails it had.

Both had decided to stay in your room till morning, planning to talk to you about this night of unfortunate events. But this was cut short by the feeling of you hyperventilating in Shoutas lap. Hizashi gently shakes him awake and they both attempt to comfort you ultimately failing as you wake you shaking tears forming in your eyes. An all too familiar scene for your dad's to witness.

"it's okay kid, your okay" Hizashi whispered patting your head as Aizawa rubbed your shoulder.

"sorry i-"

"No apologies. We know everything so there's no need to hide anything from us anymore"

Shouta says looking up at his husband

"you could have really hurt yourself kid"

"i know I just - "You were cut off by a knot in your throat as you scrambled to find the words "Everything feels so out of control and I can control this you know?" Shouta nodded in agreement.

"Why did you come to us kiddo?

"i- I didn't want you to worry you. You guys had enough going on.."

You said your voice is still shaking between sobs.

"you'd never be a bother to us. It's our job as you parents to check on you and worry for you"

You all had a long talk about possible coping strategies and ways to communicate if you wanted to talk about something without feeling bothersome. A few relapses were bound to happen and they both knew this but did everything they could to ensure it didn't. Even if it meant letting the whole class know you were their kid so you could go in the teacher's wing of the dorms. You began slowly getting better with setbacks here and there, but by setting up a new email and talking more about what your depression episodes felt like, both your dads were able to help you through it

Yes it's messy I wrote 75% of this in one go and the other half after my shower. And it's like 12:58am

Requests are open but slow

Please reach out if you need to to!!

[writingsoftwistedwonderland]

Twist characters and how they cuddle!

I haven't written in a while, and recently got rehyperfixated on twist (Sorry everyone) SO HERE IS A BIG GENERAL HEADCANON FOR A:: OUR BOYS!! It can be taken platonic or romantic EXCEPT! For ortho, platonic only with the baby or be blocked. Starting with heartslabyul and move on from there!

putting keep reading so it doesn't make someone's page huge

Heartslabyul

Riddle: I believe he is touch starved, and only focusing on studying instead of childhood things can be the result of it. I like to think he loves being held close to his S/O's chest, hearing their heartbeat as he relaxes after a hard day. Bonus! He also likes being the little spoon and leaning against someone while studying!

Trey: I believe he would be the big spoon or holding his S/O however they like, mostly because he is the oldest child, so it's like a default for him to hold someone close and be the giver. Bonus! He does however enjoy being the little spoon or his head cradled after a busy day, or when his head hurts, having his S/O just gently play with his hair makes him relax.

Cater: I Vastly enjoy the mental image of Cater preferring to cuddle close to his S/O's stomach or thighs, and fiddling with his phone, or letting S/O mess with his hair as he relaxes.

Bonus! He loves cuddling close to his S/O's neck and shoulder and just hiding his face there, especially with low mental health days.

Deuce: He tries to be the giver, but he is a softie and loves being held. Just hug him and nuzzle into him and he just melts and becomes a huge baby. Do it in front of Ace and you get a cuddle pile!

Bonus! He will tuck himself into his S/O's side, dozing in and out of sleep while rambling about things he did in his dorm or just during the day in general.

Ace:

BASTARD! STINKY STINKY MAN! YOU WANT TO CUDDLE? EARN IT! He enjoys fighting with his S/O(playfully) when they try to cuddle him. Want to sit and relax? Too bad! His S/O is now on the floor fighting for their life, Ace giggling above them! He cuddles them eventually, laying on their chest while scrolling through social media.

Bonus! The best Ace cuddles are sleepy Ace cuddles. Get him well and tired, and he will just nuzzle into his S/O’s shoulder, murmuring little things here and there.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I thought of this while falling asleep, so stick with me.

I have a very specific image in my head of jisung/chan/noona laying in bed all day and struggling with their mental health, like depresh sesh fr. And then seungmin sees it after he went to school and came back and they were in the same position. (Especially chan, bc we know he has experienced depression irl). So seungmin texts the pack and everyone goes into help the sad mode. Felix makes baked goods and lays with them, Minho makes dinner and makes sure they drink water (he knows when he doesn't need to be a snarky baby, so he lets them live), hyunjin helps with self care and gets them to shower, changbin talks to them and tries to get to the root of the issue, jeongin tries to get them to play games with him or just cuddles up to them and holds them tight like Felix. (Babies) at the end of the night, everyone is piled up in someone's bed watching a kdrama.

Also, ig i could ask the pack this too. If someone is being seriously depressed, how does everyone help? Who usually has the worst of it, if you wanna answer?

(This is so sweet. Thank you for sharing. Because as someone who struggles with mental health (as most of us do!) this was so comforting to read and imagine and take into consideration. <3)

Triggers (only discussed, nothing specific but please take care of yourself): Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Mental Illness, Suicide

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"This is a serious ask." Changbin remarks somberly, lips drawing into a thin, pressed line.

"It is," Chan agrees, nodding. "But it's also incredibly important to talk about. But first-" He gives a soft little smile. "I wanna give all of you guys a big hug and tell you you're doing your absolute best-no matter where you are on your journey-that we're proud of you, and we love you."

He settles back into his seat, folding his hands into his lap, glancing around at the other members of the pack.

"Is there anyone who feels comfortable discussing this? Or would you like me to go first?"

You glance to him. "I think we've all talked about this amongst each other before, but I don't know if we've ever really talked about it outside of the pack. So maybe it's best you go first, Channie."

He nods once and lets out a long breath between his lips. "Okay. Well, I've had a long, hard road of mental health struggles, it's not a secret I don't believe." He pauses for a moment, gathering his words, and then continues. "I've always had bouts of depression, but it got a lot worse when I moved from Australia to Korea to study."

"I was alone, I didn't know anyone, I was just a kid. I felt like no one cared, like I was adrift without anyone or anything to support me. I turned to school and music and producing to try and fill the void, but the weight of the darkness was increasing, and none of those things felt like enough."

You reach out silently and cover his hand with your own. He gives you a slight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and squeezes your fingers between his own gratefully.

"It got so bad, eventually I never left the studio-I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't take care of myself. At my lowest, I seriously considered just being done with it all. No one would miss me anyway. At least that's what I'd convinced myself-and the depression agreed."

He blows another long sigh out through his teeth, and the pain in his dark eyes is heartbreaking.

"But-" He shifts, sitting up straighter and shaking off some of the heaviness, glancing to Changbin now. "-Then some asshole convinced me to partner up with him for a semester project."

Changbin shrugs and gives a rueful half grin in response. "What can I say? I wanted the best."

Chan gives a little chuckle, shaking his head slightly at the other alpha's teasing. "The depression didn't go away. The weight didn't just disappear over night. But over time, I realized that maybe I did have something, was really someone, that people would miss. At least, certain people that mattered."

He glances around at all of you now, affection flashing across his features, and he gives your hand another squeeze.

"It's still hard some days. I still get too in my head, the darkness never really disappears, it just takes the back seat for awhile, but I've learned how to cope with it better, to turn to people I trust for help, instead of withdrawing and being alone and letting it consume me."

"We're proud of you, Christopher." Minho states plainly, and you can see how much the words mean to Chan as they settle like a blanket around his shoulders.

"Anyway-" Chan gives a little laugh, the tips of his ears going red, as he shifts and rakes a hand through his curls. "Enough about me, someone else go."

"No, but wait-" You stop him, and he glances at you curiously. "-I think it's important to talk about and realize the triggers, the tells, of someone you know and love when it comes to mental health. Because sometimes, when they feel the darkness creeping back in, they can't vocally express that need for help."

Chan nods thoughtfully. "Very true."

"Hyung has very specific tells." Changbin adds, studying Chan. "He starts to withdraw, he spends a hell of a lot more time alone-in the studio, his room, etc.-which leads to him not taking care of himself. He gets quiet, like he's in his head and not with us, and I think everyone's gotten to the point where they can tell 'regular Chan quiet' from 'overthinking, sinking Chan quiet.'"

Chan is nodding again, shooting the other alpha a wordless, grateful look.

"Jisung and I both struggle incredibly with anxiety and panic attacks." You bring up next, looking to the beta, who is nodding beside Changbin. "Although, just because we have the same diagnosis, it doesn't mean our triggers or even our symptoms are the same."

"Yeah-" Jisung agrees, jumping in. "It's important to note that you can struggle from the same mental issues as someone else, and still realize that that doesn't mean you know anything about what the other person is going through. A similar diagnosis can look completely different for someone else."

"In my case, my anxiety revolves around uncertainty and the 'what ifs', and certain scenarios are really triggering for me." You continue, giving Jisung a breather before you give him the option to express his feelings. "If someone is later than normal getting home from school or work, I panic, coming up with all the worst case scenarios in my head until I can't breathe."

"Communication is absolutely key for you and the type of anxiety you struggle with." Chan agrees, nodding.

"Yeah, we've implemented check ins or communication methods when someone is going to be late or somewhere unexpected." You nod, giving Chan a little half smile. "It's really helped, and I really appreciate you guys doing that for me, even if it feels silly."

"Hey, Hyunjin-hyung never has to check in." Jeongin suddenly complains, as if he's only now just realized.

You grin. "Hyunjin is always late, so I've just come to expect it."

Hyunjin smirks like a cat, all sharp teeth and feline eyes. "You know me so well, baby."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, and you take that as his silent signal that he's ready to discuss his own struggles now.

You glance to him, and give him a little encouraging nod.

"On the other hand, I have a hard time with anxiety and panic attacks in social situations, or when dealing with crowds. I don't like to be around a lot of people that I don't know."

Changbin reaches over and stops the beta's nervous twisting of his hands in his lap, giving him a little warm smile.

Jisung steels himself with the alpha's encouragement and goes on. "I don't like feeling like people are counting on me, or expecting something from me that I can't give. In social situations, there's too many variables and too many unknowns, and I feel like I'm guaranteed to fail no matter what I do."

"The buddy system is a great way to help Sungie when he's feeling anxious." Felix interjects, giving the beta a dazzling smile. "We always stick around him in social situations or gatherings, just so he has someone he knows well to joke with or talk to."

"Yeah." Jisung lets out the breath he'd been holding, seem to relax a little. "That helps a lot."

"And Minho-hyung and noona are great at talking him down when he's in the full throes of an actual panic attack." Seungmin adds, throwing an arm around the other beta's shoulders in a silent show of support. "They let him breathe and take his time, and then convince him his feelings are valid and okay, and that he's safe."

Jisung nods again wordlessly, and you see Changbin squeeze his hands.

"As far as everyone helping out-" Felix looks thoughtful now, his brow creased. "-I feel like we all suffer from certain levels of mental issues, and that's to be expected, and everyone kind of just knows how to help in the right way depending on what pack member is feeling down."

"You were absolutely spot on with your scenario of what Channie likes though." You laugh, referencing the previous thoughts. "He needs people to pull him out of his head, help him take care of himself, and mainly snuggle and be there for him. He likes the entire pack to pull around him when he's in a rut."

"Minho-hyung on the other hand-" Changbin speaks up, giving the elder a pointed look. "-he'll bite your head off the first day. He likes his space until he's come down a little, and even then, he wants one or two specific people to just exist with him for awhile."

"And who are those one or two people?" You ask, already knowing the answer, laughing a little.

Minho rolls his eyes as Changbin answers without hesitation, "Chan and Felix of course."

"Ah, Aussie line!" Chan crows triumphantly, and Felix grins at him from across the room as Minho looks annoyed at having been called out.

"Anyway, as we said-" You continue, threading your fingers through Chan's. "-this is a super important topic to talk and be open about, and please, if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to or confide in, find someone you trust-a therapist, a friend, a sibling, a parent-"

"A stranger on the internet." Jisung adds cheekily, grinning.

You laugh. "-a stranger on the internet. Just know you don't have to struggle alone, and that there are always people who will be there for you, even if the darkness makes you doubt that."

"We love you guys." Chan adds seriously, nodding. "And I think I've said it all at this point, so let's end with another big hug."

[peachyloveswriting]

hihi may i request vash x reader where the reader is an artist and does this as a job for money for the group and there's a commission that they're stuck on and they end up pulling an all-nighter and vash gets concerned?

I’m an artist myself so I feel this big time. There might be typos please point them out so I can fix them later!!

Art Block — (Vash)

Summary: You spend all night and day in a commission from an old friend, determined to get it done on time you start to lose sleep. Vash is starting to grow concerned.

When had the suns set? Why did it only feel like moments ago and now they crest the horizon line? The cold air wavers off into slim steamy clouds laying against the ground as the suns heat kisses the sand and bathes your tired eyes. Sitting on top of the truck you look out at the first of the two suns breaking the horizon. The golden hues stretch out over the sky as sleep invades your eyes.

The wind is so still and the heat melts right into your bones as it sinks into your skin. Your sketchbook sits in front of you, pencil lazily held in your hand as your eyes began to drift down to the page. They retrace all the pencil markings, your head throbbing in an attempt to make out what’s next.

Maybe you should do a background next, maybe use water colors to fill in the shades. Is it hot inside the truck right now? When will everyone else wake up? You bet Vash is still asleep in the truck below you. Is he sleeping well?

Your thoughts drift further and further from what they should be as you look over at everyone’s tents and then the windows of the truck below you. It’s very tempting, the comforting seat’s inside and knowing who’s asleep and waiting for you. As sweet at Vash is, he always seems so aloof, like when the sun is setting but it doesn’t feel like it is.

There you go drifting off again, your eyes drifting shut as you take soft slow breaths. The heat of the suns is like a blanket over your body.

Jolting you awake is the squeak of the window being rolled down below you, Vash climbs up, sitting on the window while his arms rest beneath the luggage railings. He has a soft, tired look in his eyes and a warm smile gracing his lips.

“You still working on that?” He asks with a tired chuckle.

Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, you softly sigh. “Yeah, I’m stuck.” You admit.

His brows furrow as a frown tugs the corners of his mouth down, he can see just how tired you are by the way your eyes look alone. “Please tell me you slept?” He asks in an almost begging voice.

“Nope. There’s no point in sleeping now. Everyone will be awake soon.” At your words, he casts his gaze over to the silent tents on the other side of the truck, a nod of acknowledgement towards you. Vash shifts his gaze back to you, that sweet smile returns as he extends a hand out to you.

“Why don’t you put that away and sleep with me while you still can?” He offers you gently.

Slowly blinking at his hand, you have the strongest urge to lay your head in his palm and fall asleep like that however your back aches for a more comfortable spot. Clumsily and painfully, you wave him back inside the truck and slide off onto the ground. Before he can open the door for you, you’re climbing in headfirst into the backseat. With a grunt, Vash grabs you beneath the arms and hoists you inside before he rolls the window back up and lets you get comfortable.

“You need to stop staying up so late all the time.” Genuine concern swims in his gaze as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you rest you head against his chest. “It’s bad for your health and you won’t get enough sleep to function right.” He tells you.

His eyes are filled with worry and concern as he looked down at you, lifting his hand to gently rub your head. “I’ll try to make them keep quiet when they wake up, I promise.”

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Vash wasn’t able to keep his word, you only got a few minutes of sleep in his arms before everyone suddenly piled back into the truck and a long, bumpy, and noisy ride ensued. You sat in the middle, Vash to your right and Wolfwood to your left. Both of them have rather broad shoulders so it’s hard to not keep bumping into them every time the truck hits a small dune or hole.

For the whole day you’re so on the verge of sleep that you’ve forgotten whole conversations going on around you as they happen, you zone out for hours, losing focus on everything. Tired of holding your head up and your eyes open you let your head fall back against the seat and your eyes flutter shut. Vash see’s you lay your head back from of the corner of his eye and he frowns. The bags under your eyes are bad, you can hardly stop your body from just going limp from exhaustion and sleep deprivation.

Reaching over, he gently grabbed the other side of your head and pulled it to rest on his shoulder. You raised your brow as you looked up at him but he silently motioned for you to be quiet before he looked back out the window.

For the moment, Meryl and Wolfwood had stopped bickering long enough for your eyes to grow heavy again, your breathing slowed and you practically melted into Vash’s side. Carefully he slid his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, letting you full on use him as a pillow. You held no complaints, he smelled nice and he was comfortable to lay on. It was just so unbearably hot…the heat killed you. Sleep was unreachable.

Just hours later, that afternoon, Meryl decided to stop at a nearby town. It wasn’t big time or anything but it was nice and tucked away. As you climbed out of the truck lazily, a hand hooked around your elbow and pulled you close. “I’m hungry. Why don’t you come with me and we can eat?” Vash asked you softly.

You hum in agreement. With a gentle smile and concerned eyes, Vash tugged you further inside the town, leading you to a small lunch spot. Just a small hole in the wall food joint that had an outside patio to eat on. “C’mon, they have fans.” He said as he pulled you with him to one of the outside tables. As you sat down the fans above you blew on your hot skin and let you relax under the breeze.

“So much better…” Vash groans as he lets his head fall back. He sits across from you. His elbow is draped over the back of his chair and he kicks his feet up on the table. “I could take a nap like this.” He lifts his head to look you in the eyes sternly. “I bet you could too, huh?”

Slowly blinking at him, you close your eyes with a sigh. “It was so hot in that truck.”

He furrows his brows. “I know right! Makes me wanna sleep.”

“You trying to tell me something?” You ask as you open your eyes and raise a brow at him in question. He gave you a strange look, almost as if he was trying to say: You know exactly what I’m trying to say. You immediately shook your head and furrowed your brows. “I am not sleeping in a public space. No.” You fussed as you pulled your bag off of your back and went to pull out your sketch book.

“Hey!” Vash moved his feet off the table and stood up, leaning over and snatching your bag from you as he leaned back. “Stop that! You’ve been working on this thing all night. Take a break.” His face went from stern with worry to soft with concern. “You’ve been spending all your time on this thing with no sleep. Take a break.” It was almost like he was begging for you to just stop and take a breath.

You shake your head and grab your bag back from his hands with a grimace. “No. It’s supposed to be done by tomorrow.” You huff in frustration as you sling the bag over your shoulder and stand. “I have to finish it.” As you went to walk away he reached out and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back.

“No, you don’t. I get it, you want to help provide money for the group but you don’t have to work yourself dry.” His eyes were gentle with worry and genuine concern. Vash hated watching you work yourself to the point of no sleep. “At least let me buy you a motel room so you can take a nap. I’ll even stay with you if it helps you sleep.”

You stared at him, thinking over his offer as you watched his soft blue eyes look you over. It was true, you were absolutely exhausted, and he seemed to help put you to sleep at the strangest of times. With a sigh of defeat you sat back down at the table. “We eat first.” You told him.

His eyes lit up at your words and a smile crept across his face as he took his seat across from you again. With his arms on the table and leaning forwards slightly he gave you a loving look. “Thank you.” You knew how much he cared for you and vice versa. You hated seeing him so concerned for you wellbeing.

“Of course, Vash.” You said with a soft smile.

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

fun little life rant/reflection

this ended up being a lot longer than i was going to write, oops!

i've been having a bit of a rough time with my mental health lately (hence the relative silence on here), and because of that, i haven't had the energy to properly pray to Dionysos. it's been a bit upsetting for me to have gone so long without doing so. a few nights ago, i didn't even pray, but simply thought about praying to, Dionysos Eubouleus for some help.

and things did get better. not automatically, not so drastically that i noticed it the day of, but they did get better. the first thing that happened after praying to Him was me going to sleep. and i had a dream of going into a pasture where i could do some work in order to pet the animals. i ended up asking if i could sit in the pasture before i did the work, just because i was so weary. i was allowed in, sat down in a pile of hay, and just breathed. while i was there, a large, dark brown bull came over to me, sat down next to me, and lay his head in my lap. after spending a while like this, i felt better, and went up to do the work that i initially came there to do.

anyways, there were some other dreams that night pertaining to more personal aspects of my worship that made me figure that the series of dreams in general was from Dionysos. and while it definitely helped reinvigorate me after such a rough go with my mental health, it also helped me realize a few other things. first off, i think there's a habit that i have to think that when i'm not actively worshiping or even just calling out to the Gods, They don't see me, or at least aren't paying attention to me. but like in the dream, even if i'm not actively doing things, the Gods are still around me, and They care enough to be with me when times are tough, even if i don't necessarily have the energy to give back. this is really what kharis is all about, in my opinion - building up a mutual relationship of trust and giving. the Gods know that when you have bad days, it's not the full experience of you They are getting. and then when you as a worshiper find that the Gods appear to be taking a step back, you can have the trust that They have not fully abandoned you on their end.

i could really go on and on about this, but this has gone on a lot longer than i was initially planning on, so i'll leave this off here :) i hope all of you beautiful internet people have an amazing night, and may the Gods send you good dreams to comfort you when needed <3

[bodynblood666]

Secret Whiskers

summary: Cirrus finds a hurt cat in the woods and brings it back to the Ministry. She tries and keep the cat a secret from the rest of the ghoul while she's nursing it back to health. word count: 1,508 tags: fluff, injured animal (nothing explicit), idk what else notes: zoo writing again?? who would have thought. shoutout to my bestie for helping me with this. we're geniuses together fr.

1. New Furry Friend

The cold winter snow had melted and the green grass was peaking through the dirt. All the ghouls would be out doing their things. Mountain had finally come out of his long winter nap, ready to breathe new life into his sore bones. Cirrus loved this time of year, the fresh flowers being planted across the Ministry. Although the Ministry  may not look as vibrant as it would in late spring, Cirrus likes it better that way. It felt calmer, more relaxing than the bombardment of colors and smells that flooded her senses. During this time of year Cirrus would spend hours just roaming around outside. Whether it’s in the forest, just behind the Ministry. Or by the pond, all the way on the other side of the yard. Cirrus would spend all day outside if she could. 

When Cirrus woke up in the morning, she decided she was going to wander around the forest. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s been in the forest, Cirrus alway found new paths to go on. Cirrus pulled on her pair of boots and a jacket and hurried out the door as fast as she could. Once Cirrus opened the big heavy doors of the Ministry, a strong cool breeze pushed its way past Cirrus and flooded the Abbey. Cirrus slowly closes the door behind her, trying not to draw any attention to herself. Once the door closes with a soft thud, Cirrus makes her way to the forest. She isn’t in any rush, it’s quite the opposite actually. Cirrus likes to take her time on her walks, always looking at the scenery around her. Watching as nature just exists around her. Cirrus never had anything like this in the pit. It was always so dark and quiet. Everything burned and died. Ever since she was summoned, she always had gone on walks. Appreciating the world she was lucky to be summoned to. She would never take it for granted. 

As Cirrus went deeper into the forest, she kept hearing something. It was a low crunching sound. Cirrus turned around to see if she could spot whatever it was that was following her. But all she saw when she turned around was the still dead leaves of fall. Cirrus continued walking, thinking it was only her footsteps crushing the leaves under her. But she knew the sound of her own footsteps and it wasn’t low and light like the strange sound behind her. Despite being an air ghoulette, she had a rather heavy walking style, quite like Mountain’s. 

Then she heard it. Meow. Cirrus froze in her place. Then she heard it again. Meow. Cirrus’ ears moved like a satellite, trying to pinpoint the exact location of where the meows were coming from. After a few more meows, she had found the source of it. It was a small tabby cat laying in a little pile of leaves behind a fallen tree. The cat seemed in pretty bad shape. It had an almost torn off ear, wounds all over his body and possibly a broken leg. Cirrus slowly approached the cat, trying desperately not to startle it. Even though it probably couldn’t run away even if it wanted to.

“You poor thing,” Cirrus all but whispered as she stuck her hand out for the cat to smell. “Let me help you.” She shucked off her jacket and carefully wrapped the cat up in it. She brought the cat close to her chest and lightly started petting its head. The cat, almost immediately, nudged its head against Cirrus’ hand. Cirrus smiled as she watched the cat settle up against her warm body. She knew right then and there that her walk would be cut short.

“Come on buddy, let’s get you all fixed up,” Cirrus started making her way back to the Ministry, hugging the cat ever so close to her body, without hurting it even more of course. 

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Cirrus creeped through the ghoul den, ever so quietly. Trying not to wake the rest of the ghouls up. Even though it was almost midday at this point. She pushed open her door with her elbow, while keeping a protective hold on the little treasure in her hands. Cirrus gently places the cat on her bed and quietly starts to raid her shared bathroom with Cumulus of all the first aid things. Once she grabbed the first aid box, she started tending to her new friend’s wounds. Wrapping its leg, cleaning the wounds on its body and bandaging its ear. Honestly she was impressed with how well she patched it up, considering the first aid products she had weren’t really for cats. 

Cirrus sat on the edge of her bed, thinking about what she needs to do now. She’s never taken care of a cat before. Hells she never took care of any creature like this before. As Cirrus was pondering her next moves, the cat slowly limped its way over to her and started pushing its head against her arm.

“Oh,” Cirrus exclaimed. “You must be hungry, huh. I don’t know what we have that you can eat. But I can try and find something.” Cirrus gave the cat a little scratch on its head before standing up and leaving the room. As she made her way through the den, it was clear to her that everyone was finally awake. 

The smell of sizzling bacon floods the ghoul den as someone cooks breakfast in the kitchen. As Cirrus makes her way to the kitchen, Cumulus’s head pops up as she quietly makes her way over to Cirrus and gives her a tight yet gentle hug from behind, holding her every so tight to her body. 

“Goooood Morning!” Cumulus says in a bright and cheery tone. “So Rus, How was your walk? Where did ya go?” Cumulus said, keeping her upbeat tone.

“Oh h-hi Lus,” Cirrus says, slightly startled by the over energetic ghoulette. “I, uh, didn’t go very far. I went to the woods. Something startled me so I came back early.” Cumulus noticed the slight nervousness in Cirrus' voice as she spoke. 

“Really?” Cumulus asked, free Cirrus from her embrace. “I thought nothing really scared you, Rus.”

“I just heard noises and it freaked me out,” Cirrus chuckled slightly. “Lus I will tell you all about my walk later but I really need to go and eat some breakfast. OK?” Cirrus hurried into the kitchen, leaving a confused Cumulus behind.

Cirrus let out a heavy sigh as she finally got to the kitchen. Standing in front of her was a ghoul she hadn’t seen in months. Perched over the stove, sleepiness still fogging his head. Cirrus watched as he slowly turned the pancakes over. Cirrus chuckled as she made her way over to Mountain.

 “Give that to, my fern,” Cirrus said and she carefully took the spatula out of Mountains. Mountain gave Cirrus a muffled groan in return as he buried his face into her neck. “I know you want to get back to some normalcy, but you just woke up! You don’t have to make breakfast.”

“But morning breeze, it’s my job.” Mountain retorted, voice muffled by Cirrus’ hair.

“You’ve been asleep for 3 months, Mount. Your body isn’t used to being awake. Let it wake up before you return to your normal activities. Besides, who do you think has been making breakfast for the past 3 months?” Cirrus stated. As Cirrus was spreading all the food across ten different plates, making sure to put extras on hers, the rest of the ghouls came flooding into the kitchen, taking their respective places at the table. Once everybody started eating, Cirrus took her plate and made her way back to her room. 

“Rus,” Sunshine called from the table. “Where are you going?”

“Oh I, um, I’m working on a, uh, new piano solo in my room and I don’t wanna forget it, ya know.” Cirrus stutter. “Well, bye.” And before anyone could say anything, she was gone, already opening her door and closing it tightly behind her. 

“Ok Mr. Kitty, I got some food here that you could possibly eat, but frankly I don’t know if you can eat it,” Cirrus places the plate of food on top of her dresser. When she turns around, she finds her jacket completely abandoned. A frantic look appears on Cirrus’ face as she starts to look through every nook and cranny, trying to find her new furry friend. When all of a sudden she hears a low purr, ringing through her room. She lifts her head up from where it was under the bed, to find the cat, nuzzled ever so tightly in between her stuffed dinosaur right on top of her bed. Cirrus smiled as she watched the cat’s body move up and down rhymically with its breath. 

“I’ll save the food for you when you wake up, don't worry.” Cirrus smiled while stroking the cat's head, ever so gently. Trying to not wake it up from its slumber.

[alteredpupil]

PICK A CARD - GENERAL

My first post… enjoy the last day of 2022.

Pick a pile from 1-4.

(Pictures credit unknown)

Pile 1:

I feel like this pile goes through phases of feeling motivated and then almost utterly hopeless, maybe even end up spending the whole day in bed due to overthinking… some of you might even be under or overeating due to this. I’m getting at this time it’s very important to take care of your mental health because it might be affecting your guts or nervous system… you can reach burnout as well. Some of you might’ve even recently been in a manic state almost, ups and downs, crashing hard. This is my pile that might have high hopes and dreams, you might already romanticize your life or grew up thinking like that, maybe even was a maladaptive daydreamer… but I’m getting due to trauma, low self esteem, or being in the wrong environment and/or crowd you might like I said go back to feeling utterly hopeless. I’m getting a vision of somebody at a party… it’s almost like everybody sees the spark and potential in them and they’re standing somewhere alone downing a bottle or smoking. Pile 1 I’m getting you might make people around you feel hopeful or give them this “spark” where they see life in its beauty and color once again while people are you make you feel hopeless, so you could have a lot of energy vampires or “lose souls” around you and I’m getting it’s draining to you. I’m getting another vision of you guys sitting on a bed… the scene makes me feel exhausted, like something bad just happened or I just reminisced on the past, maybe cried my eyes out and then just lay there numb unable to “care” to do anything. The advice for you is to do something new in a new environment, right now you need that fresh perspective but it has to be from a new experience pile 1, you’re not gonna get that refreshing feeling from being in that same room or around those same people and for some of you I heard “trap house” so you might be staying in a trap house… and I’m getting the message of if this is the case these are probably acquaintance or friends.. not family. Pile 1 I’m also getting somebody around you that you can put your trust in but you seem to be pushing them away… maybe try going to them for advice or doing a activity together, they’ll be reaching out soon so you’ll know who it is, they might have something to tell you rather than a casual conversation. This conversation might make you emotional? It could be a case of getting emotional and it doesn’t even have anything to do with what you’re getting emotional over. Last hint about this person is they like the color red. You’re going to be okay not only due to your strength and ability to regenerate but because I see you always had a sense of self preservation that protects you… even when you’re being reckless I’m hearing! Lol. This might be my witchy pile as well. Last message because I didn’t mean to make it this long is you give off a manic pixie girl vibe off to a-lot of people. Extra: feeling abandoned, spending birthday alone vibes, crying till you can’t no more, charms, shaking hands, party, intent, New Years kiss, sports, guitar, running, coffee shop, new iPad??, shaking hands with the devil, therapist, weed, sex, city, cleanse, mental illness.

Pile 2:

Now i usually encourage people not to think of the past but pile 2 I’m getting you need to dig deep and remember memories and times where you were at your most powerful and empowered. You need to remember what that feels like and embody that energy, it’s almost like somewhere along the way you let somebody strip you of your identity I’m hearing or “distract” you from who you are?? I’m also getting some of you might’ve felt like a poser regarding something you did majority of your life or at a young age. Pile 2 do you have people toying with your mind or putting you down and feeding you negative ideologies about yourself? If so, please cut that bullshit off now. You deserve so much better, I gotta remind this pile to not settle for less. Also I’m getting that you might downplay your energy a lot to make people around you more comfortable and I’m gonna have to ask you to cut that off as well (maybe some of you have Scorpio/Plutonian/Martian energy here, intense and uncomfortable). I also think some of you almost feel insulted reading this pile because you got this hard exterior and might even be in denial, “I would never let somebody take away who I am or toy with me”, I understand that I really do but I think you sometimes do so for the comfort or sake of others because it almost seems like the easy route or not having to deal with others. I’m only mentioning this because the themes popping up here are almost things that you might think only “weak” people deal with and this pile energy is very fierce & out there, definitely not the type to back down from a fight. This is because you’re the type that likes to deal with your shit alone pile 2, this is a admirable trait but I’m everybody needs a community. I’m also getting your soul family and future community will be stronger than ever, almost like a pact, literally. Spirit wanted some of you to know that because you might’ve gotten so use to doing this alone you accepted this is just how life is meant to be but that’s not true. Get out there and be yourself pile 2 so you can attract the right people for you, this might not be immediate but you could end up in a certain environment, wether a job or a party or college “group” I’m hearing that could put you around the people you’re suppose to be working with in this lifetime. Another thing is scripting right now will do wonders for you when it comes to manifesting, check the alignments and especially where mercury is transiting in your chart because I’m seeing this is the most powerful manifesting technique at this time. Some of you will be going home to visit or moving out from where you currently live, if that doesn’t resonate then you will be visiting a old hometown or just reconnecting with your origins. Extra: goth, assassin, creatures, swimming in the deep end, activist, guns, flowers, bikes, pretty eyes, tea, ocean, fashion industry, travel, musician, warmth.

Pile 3:

For this pile I’m getting a lighter energy! This might be my dualistic people, people might say you have two sides to you… are you a Gemini or Pisces pile 3? Just like pile 1 I’m getting people view you in a dreamy manner… you seem different to a lot of people and this might make them curious about you or wanna learn from you. You might even be in a environment opposite to you, wether this is cultural beliefs or race or gender… something about you stands out, this could even just be your personality. You might even have heavy Jupiterian/Sagittarius energy in your chart. I see you don’t dwell over things for too long and if you do, it damn sure doesn’t show. I don’t blame people for wanting to learn off of you because I get one of the things you constantly wanna do is learn or find a way to help yourself out. You might even consume too much information at once and overwhelm yourself. This is my thinkers pile! (Makes sense I said Gemini as that’s mercurial energy). Despite you being so logical I see you have big dreams pile 3, for some of you in particular you got a certain long term goal or one that takes a long time, this could be career related. Spirit wants you to know this is something you will accomplish within this lifetime but the timeline with which you do depends on you. The longer you doubt yourself or waste time participating in activities that move you further from your goal the longer it will take. I’m hearing take a step forward and you will see signs to guide you to the next step. I’m also hearing you might feel scattered this time around, the holidays and a new year might have you anxious about the future or simply overwhelmed. You could possibly even be trying to balance out multiple plans or coming to a final decision. I’m also picking up on the energy of somebody that misses you and been overthinking about you, this could be vise versa. This is either a relationship from the past or something you’ll be yet to experience. This person might be toxic and fuck with your intuition or pull you away from your spirituality but it was destined to happen. Through this person I’m seeing you will experience things you couldn’t have without them (or this already happened) and you will meet & interact with people that will take you through the next phase in life. Maybe literally or trigger this awakening or passion within you. I’m also getting this partnership this will make you more brave & confident… this is going to bring you a lot of emotional fulfillment & material abundance. This is the pile I feel like already knows what’s going on but maybe stuck in some sort of rut, you might be doing things but you feel it doesn’t align with your life purpose… where you’re going is changing all of that. I’m getting to focus on the present pile 3 and you will get confirmation when you’re on the right path or not, trust your gut. You’re intuition is strong and your power is felt by those around you. I’m also getting you should start doing tarot readings so if you been contemplating this is your sign! This could also be a future profession for you. Your word is powerful pile 3, be careful what you say or affirm. You might even be able to seduce people with your voice… can you sing pile 3? Singing will also be very healing to you at this time.

Pile 4:

Some of you might be going through addiction pile 4… it’s interesting because you guys I heard are alchemist and breadwinners, just like this. You might use drugs to cope with sadness & stress. But I’m also getting for a few of you somebody else can be putting some type of spell on you or if you don’t think anybody would go that far maybe just sending you evil eye. Im getting 2 scenarios - this is either a immature fire sign (or just aggressive, lustful, action oriented, impulsive) masculine that’s attempting to put love spells on you or this might be a 3rd party situation (your current spouse ex, or ex’s ex, or ex’s current partner, possibly their family) However I feel like you’re protected from this it’s just draining your energy and you might not be on your protection like you usually are. Take some cleansing baths please pile 4! I’m also getting changing your diet right now would help you physically & mentally in a immense way. If you’re being over generous with your money or material please cut that out as well because I see you could’ve progressed past where you are right now if it wasn’t for leeches around you. I would just keep an eye for anybody trying to cause you a tower moment - or this could be a tower moment that already happened and somebody is gossiping/running their mouth. I wouldn’t give it too much attention pile 4. I feel like you’re somebody that’s too concerned with other shit to let something like this bother you too much, maybe you’re just curious. I’m also seeing a lot of you might have a resting bitch face or being very unimpressed with people lol. Another thing that came up I wanna touch on before I forget (because for some reasons your messages are coming up fast and scattered) is that you might had a hard time concentrating, are you overthinking? Do you possibly have adhd? Are you spending more time on your phone then you should? I think this is also part of the reason you could be encouraged to go on that clean eating diet pile 4, it might be to rebuild your discipline back in life. Sometimes I feel like this pile may feel they’re “drifting with the wind”. You guys might be very sarcastic or snappy but I see it comes from a place of being fed up with society and just tired of the world in general and for that I’m sorry pile 4, I wanna give you a hug. Spirit wants to assure you that nothing people throw your way out of malice can hurt you if you don’t let it. You’re being encouraged to find what you love again in life and what makes you feel good about waking up everyday again. If you have responsibilities you gotta tend to that you don’t enjoy, don’t forget to take that time out for yourself! You guys might overwork yourself or overextend and don’t have time for your own projects. You could be traveling alot in 2023 so that’s a plus pile 4. Keep working on self love and self care, you’re meant to be more selfish right now and even for the next whole year. If you been feeling that energy this is your go! Your spirit team is proud of you and you will be getting rewarded heavily in 2023, you will be serene and at peace with yourself and whatever your doing. This pile is going to find balance which is beautiful. Last message is about you holding a lot of secrets and even magic I’m hearing, so take that how you will.

[sentinelpri]

A Cold Winter’s Night Spent In Your Arms

Wind howls outside the four walls of your apartment as you curl up in your king-sized bed, waiting for your husband to get home.

It’s freezing cold. Through the glass window in the bedroom, your (e/c) eyes put together the sight of snow piling up on the roads of New Jersey. The frozen water droplets are colored like cotton and fall like feathers. The snow contrasts the pitch black sky in a way that makes you feel nostalgic for last winter; James took off to spend the holidays with you for once in his life, and the two of you went to his family’s cabin to stay for a week. You remember it being romantic and relieving from the chaos from your normal lives working at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the front door unlocks. You know it’s James based on the sound of the light, gentle footsteps that come increasingly closer to the bedroom. Within the next minute, James walks into your shared bedroom and lays in bed next to you. The bed frame creaks with his added weight before he settles and wraps his arms around you from behind, his strong body like another warm blanket. You let out a sigh of relief. Having him close to you on nights like this feels like relief.

“Sorry I’m late, honey,” He apologizes with a kiss pressed into the back of your (h/l) (h/c) hair. “I ended up driving House back to his apartment, and by the time I finished dropping him off, the storm had gotten pretty bad…”

“It’s alright,” You calmly reassure the oncologist and wriggle around in his arms so you can face him. His chocolate brown eyes are tired and decorated with bags underneath them that are the most prominent they’ve been since you’ve known him. “Are you going to come to bed?”

“Sure, just give me a few. I’ve gotta go do a couple things in the kitchen,” Then, as fast as he came to the bedroom, he leaves. You sit up with the blankets wrapped around your shoulders and stare down at the bedsheets. Normally, the two of you would’ve gotten ff at the same time and gone home together, but he had a patient going downihill that he wanted to stay with in case anything happened. Low and behold, there just so happened to be a dire case that the diagnostics team had to handle as well, which stressed him out even more. Right now, it’s past midnight, nearly seven hours after his shift is supposed to end. When he comes back to the bedroom, he’s dressed in nothing but boxers and has a large mug in his hands. “Here.”

Wilson hands you the mug, which you hold with both hands. It’s perfectly warm hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and whipped cream. 

“Oh, thanks,” You murmur.

“It’s the least I can do for keeping you waiting up on me like this.”

“How was the rest of your shift?”

“Honestly? It sucked,” James sighs and takes a seat right next to you. You offer him your blankets, so he scoots so close that your shoulders are touching and readjusts them so they’re wrapped over both of your shoulders. Then, he pulls his knees to his chest and begins to talk. “House ran out of Vicodin and I was too busy with the patient on my floor dying to write him a script, so he was pretty pissed off at me- Cuddy was out sick, Chase and Cameron are doing their usual on and off again thing, so they were bickering all day, and Foreman is the only sane one there but you can just tell he’s seconds from falling apart and it is incredibly concerning.”

“You said all of that without pausing to breathe,” You chuckle and shoot him a worried glance as you sip on the hot chocolate. “You good?”

“The only thing that got me through it was the thought that I’d get to come home to you after it was all done with,” He admits.

“I’m sorry you had a rough shift,” You finish half of the chocolate, then hand the rest to James, who accepts it with a smile and a nod.

“No, no, it’s my fault for staying,” He insists, downs what’s left in the mug in his hands, then sets said mug on the nightstand.  “I was supposed to get off early for our dinner date today and-”

“Health and death don’t work on a schedule- they just can’t, and with your line of work, things are incredibly time sensitive. Your patient was knocking on death’s door and you were worried, and it seems like House’s team was going through a lot too- and that’s on top of the snowstorm,” You reassure James again, which makes his chocolate brown eyes widen. A look of surprise takes over them, which doesn’t shock you- the common debilitator of most of his marriage was how often he was gone with Greg or gone because of work, but you’ve both learned to compromise and make time for each other while still prioritizing both of your jobs. “You had no way of knowing today was going to be like that when you made the dinner reservations last week, and I was able to call and cancel them when you asked if I wouldn’t mind you staying late tonight, so we didn’t inconvenience any of the staff there either. It’s okay.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Wilson says with a sigh of relief and wraps an arm over your shoulder to pull you close. “You’re the best.”

“I try,” You chuckle and lean against his large, warm frame. 

“Didn’t you say you were cold?” Wilson questions and wraps his arms around your body so he can pull you into his lap. He rests his chin on your shoulder and circles his arms back around your frame from behind. “I could probably warm you up a bit if you’d like.”

“Oh, yeah? How do you intend on doing that?”

“I can show you,” He whispers with a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Go ahead,” You whisper back, and with that, he’s dragging you down to lay on the mattress with him and pushing his lips against yours.

[erismor-iok]

Trade Matchup with mysteriawrites

Content Warning:

OOC for both sides

Authors note:

I am so sorry it took this long!!! But uh, Ta-da! Motivation just struck me like a day ago and I finished it in two days after putting it off for so long (Sorry) Anway, Extra's is literally just extra ideas I had that I didn't know where to put so that's why there a quality dip there always, I hope you enjoy it!

(also please forgive me for killing off your sisters, I needed them dead please don't hunt me down and kill me in return.)

Word count: 2169

I, Eris, match you up with

DILUC (Genshin Impact)

Overview:

  "I used to believe... If I were to stamp out evil, I would have to walk alone in the darkness. However, seeing your perseverance, I know I was wrong. Friend, I owe you my thanks."

 🔥 He is the sun, charging into the abyss. A raging inferno that runs throughout the night, keeping Mondstadt warm and enemies at bay. A bartender who hates alcohol, a brother to a man he loves and hates, and a boy who couldn’t protect his father

 🔥 He is a man molded by tragedy.

How you two first met:

 🔥 You met him at his lowest point.

 🔥 With blood caked into his dull red hair and a gash across his chest, he was the picture-perfect image of a dead man walking. Only barely clinging onto the thin thread of life.

 🔥 If it weren’t for you, perhaps that thread would’ve snapped, ending a flicker that has yet to burn.

 🔥 Dragging him away from the fight and into safety wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Combined with a harbinger on your tail, it was a blessing that the two of you even came out of it alive.

 🔥 Nursing him back to health wasn’t the easy part either. He is a stubborn man at the best of times, so you can imagine the headache it was trying to convince him that ‘No, this soup isn’t poison; why would I kill you after spending so much time trying to prevent your death?' 

 🔥 But when the third month of you nursing him came to a close, he eventually relented in his mistrust of you, and that is when you finally moved the pawn to the other side.

"Why did you help me?" The sun shines down, bathing the room and the two of you in its glow. Around you, piles upon piles of unread paper lay about, with secrets untold, and yet you can’t even glance at them as you stare at the man in front of you. His red glare burns at you, and you know that one wrong move would destroy the month of fragile trust he holds for you. One wrong move and this whole relationship crumbled before it even had the chance to bloom. Why did you help me? Maybe in a different world, a kinder one, one where you didn’t fail to hold onto your heart until it was ripped away, in part of your own ignorance, you could’ve claimed because you wanted to, because it was the right thing to do, and the words would’ve rang true. But those words are hollow even in your head because that kind of world is out of reach and touch due to your own foolishness. And so, willing your beating heart down, you give him a grin and extend your hand over the desk that was never yours. "I want your help," You say this, seeing a door closing and a new one opening right in front of your eyes. "Join the information guide and help me bring down the fatui."

 🔥 Under the scorching gaze of the sun, the two shook hands as the tree branches anew.

Friendship:

 🔥 You two weren’t friends after that, instead becoming business associates of sorts.

 🔥 He knew the relationship, and so did you. The game of manipulation isn’t that bad when both sides are playing. Sure, you cared for each other in the same way you cared for a queen in chess. Lose it, and the chances of victory decrease rapidly.

 🔥 But, as the day came and went, a small flower of friendship began to bloom before the two of you even realized it, and before long, the line of friends and business partners started to blur.

 🔥 Shifting through every conversation, he found nuggets of information about you and your past. Of how you despise spiders, how you care for stray animals on the streets, and how you tell yourself you're the reason why your two younger sisters are buried 6 feet under the ground you walk on.

 🔥 Of course, the last one didn’t come from a friendly chat or passing line to alleviate boredom. No, this one came from under a dying yew tree as the blank snow blanketed the two under its cold embrace. The sun setting as if it knew it had no right to witness your sorrow.

 🔥 He should’ve gone too, vanishing under the horizon like the setting sun, and yet his feet refused to move, rooted in the ground as he stared at you, leaning against the old, decaying yew tree, nursing a bottle of rum.

"I thought you didn’t drink?" You grin at him, all the humor and light in your smile gone, leaving behind the bitterness that only those who chain themselves to their ghosts harbor. "I don’t," you answer, taking another swing.

 🔥 He doesn’t know what compelled him that day, what rooted him to the ground, or what pushed him to move—not away but towards. Draping his coat around you, he slides down beside you, ignoring your look of surprise as he steals the bottle and takes a swing for himself.

 "What?" He asked, stomping the urge to smirk at the sight of your confused look. "I don’t drink either." Pressing the lip of the rum bottle against his own, he made sure your eyes followed his movements as he took another swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he felt both the burn of the liquor and your gaze on him.

 🔥 A soft chortle escapes you as you turn your head back, and he can’t help the pleased grin on his face as he passes the bottle back to you.

 🔥 And so he sat there with you, watching nothing and everything. There was no sound but the howling current and yet, he can’t bring it to regret sitting down next to you. 

 🔥 But after minutes, or perhaps hours, did you open your lip, and unveil the secrets of your past to him.

 🔥 Of how it was your sisters who established the guild, and it was they who held all the dreams and ambitions while you supported them from the sidelines.

 🔥 A decision you regretted dearly, for in your mind, it was your lack of action that caused their early demise. For if only you joined their cause or stopped them before they angered the harbingers and drew the ire of the Tsaritsa, may they still be smiling and you still hold your heart.

 🔥 But the past is written in stone, and no matter how much begging or crying, time will continue to march on, with or without you.

 🔥 And so you had to learn to live on with a hollow cavern where your heart once lay.

 🔥 Seeing you sharing a tapestry only meant for one eye alone and the eyes of the dead with him, he can't help but give his own to you.

 🔥 And so, under the old yew tree, the two broken souls shared a single bottle of rum, reminiscing and mourning their ghosts as the sun started to peak over the horizon. But, blanketed under the warm glow of the rising dawn, the two souls found new light.

In a romantic relationship:

 🔥 After that moment, your relationship truly changes into something more. Of course, it didn’t happen spontaneously, for Rome was not built in a day. But as the days came and went and as the trees' soft green leaves shifted into warm hues as they fell, you found a spark ignited between you and him. 

 🔥 It would take another 3 months, however, before his patient ran thin, confessing to you in the most unromantic manner possible.

"Go out with me." "Sorry, say again?" "Go out with me." "Diluc, we are hunched on the ground as we try to remove as many shit stains your bird has left on my favorite jacket as possible, and you think this is the best time to ask me out?" . . . "Is that a no?"

 🔥 After that shitty (pun intended) start to the relationship, did you find yourself surprised that not much has changed between him and you?

 🔥 Perhaps it’s because the lines were so blurred before you got together that you found yourself acting just like before. There were changes, of course, in how he always had an arm around your waist or how he slowly phased out your name, calling you ‘darling’ or ‘honey’ when he was feeling particularly playful.

 🔥 He has always been a man of action, and that fact is truly highlighted in a relationship. He is not a man who’ll wake you up with a soothing serenade like a bard, but he will bring you breakfast in bed and share a cup of tea as you both enjoy the quiet tranquility an early morning provides.

 🔥 In the afternoon, you both parted ways, with him fulfilling his duties as head of Dawn Wineries and you as head of the elusive information guild. But it is not uncommon to find your workload lightened due to a certain red-haired man. (Don’t mention this fact to him if you don't want to see his face light to the color of his hair.)

 🔥 The evening can go one or two ways; the first is the quiet retreat back to your guy's little bubble of peace. He’ll read a book sitting on the floor as you sit behind him, breading his crimson locks as you two soak in each other’s presence.

 🔥 Or perhaps you two would be gliding down the halls, your movements easily syncing together as you dance and dance until your feet are sore. Some days, you two would take turns belting out lyrics off-key, and some other days, you would dance to the sound of your heartbeats becoming one.

 🔥 The other option is when the evening drags a touch too long and the silence becomes defending, and so you find yourself seated at the bar, chatting away with friends as you catch glimpses from your peripheral of him, and every time he catches your eyes, he can't help but smile back at you.

 🔥 And when the sun has truly left the sky, the last bight of light bleeding out of the cold, dark skies, do you watch as the Darknight hero rises and descends down on the sinner and scum, protecting those in the sun’s absence? Is that even a question? Of course.

 🔥 You may have lost your first heart, but it was due to him and so many others that you were able to find it in yourself to pick up the shattered shards and make a new one from the remains of the old.

 🔥 To see the world, not through the haze of the ghost of the past, but with clarity to see a new dawn rising and a new branching future for yourself and him, you can’t help but smile.

Extras:

 🔥 You moved in with him after three years of him living at the base of the intelligence guild. At the time, you weren’t together, but you two did firmly have feelings for one another, so when asked, you accepted, moving the base and you to Mondstadt.

 🔥 Kaeye at first had mixed feelings about you; seeing as he already knew you due to his past dealings with the guild, he originally thought you were using Diluc until he saw the genuine love you two held for one another, at which point he backed off, becoming the supportive but ‘You know you can do better than master Diluc, right?’ friend.

 🔥 He usually is always holding you in some way. His preferred way is hand-holding if you’re out and about, but when in the privacy of your own home, it’s not uncommon to feel his arms wrapping around your waist for a surprise hug from behind.

 🔥 He is not a picky eater, not caring for what is being put inside his mouth as long as it isn’t poison, but he makes sure to make notes about your food preference.

 🔥 Whenever he notices you getting nauseous, he hands you a drink, claiming it’s a secret ‘family recipe', and every time, it clears your abdominal migraines in seconds. (You swear it’s the nectar of the archons.)

 🔥 At first, when he noticed you singing, he would quiet down or stop talking altogether, content with listening. After a while, he joined in, at first with hums barely audible, before signing full duets with you. (In the privacy of your own home, of course.)

 🔥 He loves your hobbies and greatly encourages you, buying you anything and everything you would need. (Which devolved into you also giving him gifts back, and now you two are stuck in an endless gifting cycle.)

 🔥 Knowing your love of sweets, he wanted to try to bake some for you, which caused…Let’s just say you were lucky the kitchen didn’t burn down. After that incident, however, you always made sure to join him in the kitchen, and now it’s a fun bonding experience baking with Diluc. (If you can overlook the fact that he somehow burned water.)

[tenaciousduckpoetry]

Partners

You need a break and Gwen is determined on making you see that.

Warning: mentions of fainting, tingling sensations, slight angst, school just sucks tbh, tooth rotting fluff at the end <3 this was a request that I put off for way to long 😭

"You need to stop at some point." Gwen's voice rang through your ears.

The conversation you had gone through days before had stuck with you, a constant sense of dread at the thought of it jinxing you. School had started just a few weeks ago and you had already decided to take extra credit classes, working harder to achieve the grades that you had missed by a few marks the last term. You knew the consequences of your actions; the insomnia that would follow. Yet, you didn't think it would be this bad.

This was your third sleepless night. You had layed in bed, tossing and turning until ultimately giving up on any slither of hope you had about sleeping. Instead, you turned to your phone and decided to watch the latest binge worthy show until dawn rolled around.

Your alarm rang yet you were still awake, dark circles under your eyes that gave away just how you felt. Your head was pounding and your eyes itched with how dry they were. You didn't bother with breakfast and just got dressed in your uniform, wanting nothing more than to get the day over and done with. Besides, all you had were a few classes (one of them being AP chemistry which held a certain dreaded spot in your heart) which would be easy enough to get through... Or so you thought.

You had barely made it to your first class without tripping over at least twice. Your legs felt weird... to say the least. There was a dull throb in your ankles and a slight tingling in your feet. You could barely hear Gwen calling out to you from behind you. An echoing ring filled your ears, one that didn't sound like the school bell at all. Your arms grew heavy. Whatever books you were holding clattered against the floor. It wasn't long until you were beginning to find that the floor was coming closer.. or maybe you were falling down. It was hard to register, eyes fluttering shut in a matter of seconds. Yet you never touched the floor.

Gentle arms wrapped around you, catching you just before you completely hit the floor. Gwen's eyes had widened and she attempted to swallow back all thoughts of worry. "I knew it.." she muttered. There was a tingle that ran down her spine just moments before you fainted, a tell tale sign that something wasn't right, but it wasn't the only reason she knew. As she scooped you up, pushing your books into the corner of the generally empty hallway to retrieve them later, she thought back to your previous conversation just days prior.

Gwen spoke your name softly. "You're pushing yourself too much.. school has only just started." Her words came off a little more rough than she'd liked. The way you rolled your eyes rung through her memory. You flattened your hair, turning back to look at her. "I'll be fine. I have to anyway." You weren't wrong. You thought you would have been fine, but you must have forgotten just how your mental and physical health was affected when you piled school on top of your home life. The blonde only shook her head. "You know what happened last semester..." She sighed.

It seemed to be at least an hour of slipping in and out of consciousness before you came to. Your head was throbbing, but your legs didn't tingle anymore and your arms didn't feel as heavy. The room blurred for a moment before your eyes fixed on one particular thing.

Gwen was sitting next to you. She had stayed there throughout her last class just to make sure you were okay. You could tell by the way she anxiously bounced her foot and fiddled with the anxiety ring you had bought her last Christmas. Her gaze softened at the sight of your less ghost like paleness. You swallowed hard. "I know.. I should have listened to you.." you said with sincerity, brows furrowing.

"I'm not mad at you." Was the first thing Gwen said to you, reaching for the water that rested on the small table beside the bed you were laying on. It took you a moment to realise you were in the nurse's office. She held the bottle out towards you. It was her own, covered in colourful wrist bands from music festivals and concerts. "I wished you listened to me. You know you can't take on that much.." she said softly, no matter how ironic it was.

"I do know." You sighed.

"I'm here to help you. That's what partners are for." Gwen swept a stray peice of hair from your face. "Drink up okay? Then we can truly talk."

The corner of your lips turned up in a sweet smile. "Thank you, Gwen." You spoke, taking a small sip of the cold water. You felt more like yourself than you had in a while.

"It's my pleasure.." Gwen smiled, speaking under her breath.

[thanaredreamtof]

Closed starter for @writtenwillow

Felicity looked at the room that she had once spent every summer in as a child. There was a weird mixture of emotions heavy in her chest, like an adult always feels when looking at their childhood room. She sat on the bed which squeaked beneath her, and looked at the suitcases that she’d piled against the wall; the wall paper patchy in some places.

It was unbelievable all that had happened…one minute she had been in the room with the writers and other actors, reading through the new script…and then she was in her hotel room booking a flight to come see her granddad. It was no surprise that she’d crashed, the media outlets had been discussing her burnout for awhile now, after her relationship which had ended because he had been seeing the girl playing Felicitys best friend in her new movie - the irony was not lost on her. That ended that, and the tabloids had a field day: all that she could had possibly done wrong to force her boyfriend to find comfort in another women’s arms (more like legs) had been the topic of most media outlets, not all, some were on Felicity’s side, but those didn’t outweigh the horrible ones.

She was told that she’d collapsed at the read through, clearly sleep deprived, and was taken back to her hotel where she decided that enough was enough. Her agent managed to pull some strings, a few exaggerations of her health problems, and her projects would have to be put on hold for awhile until she could get herself together. She felt slightly ashamed in a way, that she’d taken such a hit, but she knew she couldn’t face the sets at the moment.

So instead she faced her grandfathers ranch. Her moms dad had always looked out for her, especially after the death of her parents. He was the first one she called whenever anything good or bad happened. She lay back on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling, it was only for a few weeks, but this was as close to a home as she was going to get.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her grandfather calling her to come downstairs, and she couldn’t help but smile, it was like she was 14 again. She called back that she was on her way and came down to see him, and a stranger standing at the door. “Fel…I want you to meet my farm hand and neighbour….” He said and motioned between the two.

Felicity went to shake the man’s hand. “Hi there, I’m Felicity…but you can call me Fel” she smiled, as she looked at him.

Her grandfather stood back a moment and turned to Theodore, “son I wonder if you could take Fel here around the farm a bit? I would but I’ve got some jobs to do in the back so…”

Felicity began to protest, not wanting to cause him any trouble. “Oh no, no really don’t worry I’m sure you’re very busy”

[kallso]

Cat in the hat but old

I’ve had this brainrot gathering dust in my head for a while, so now it can rot in you guys’s brains! This is going to be based directly from the PBS Kids series “The Cat In The Hat Knows A Lot About That” because that’s the version I grew up with.

(editor Kallso here, this story contains mental and physical health problems, drug and alcohol abuse, and psychotic breakdowns- If I portrayed these thing’s incorrectly in others opinions then I apologize and please let me know because I am very inexperienced with Most of the things these characters go through in the story, I am only 13 so please don’t send hate towards me as if I was an adult. I do appreciate constructive criticism on how I can improve this concept though!)

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It’s years in the future, Sally and Nick have both graduated collage, Sally a year before her best friend Nick. The Cat stopped coming by after they reached middle school, and they forgot all about him after a while, along with things 1 and 2, and the fish, the tree doctor, and all of their odd animal friends. Current day, Nick is 22 and going through some things. His girlfriend left him, he’s grown apart from most of his friends, and his mental state is deteriorating. His best friend since grade school Sally, has been worrying about him.

But she has her own problems. At home she has to sweep and mop the floors, make dinner, dust, feed her parents goldfish, and do just about everything. She’s taking care of her sick mother, her father died of a tumor years before. Now her mother has a bad case of the Flu, despite her not being very old, she had a fever well past 105. The now 24 Sally didn’t have time to look after Nick. After all he was a grown man.

Now, drugs and weed had never passed Nicks mind once. But he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, thought he’d try out cigarettes. In a vape and smoke shop he noticed two guys on shrooms outside, they waved him over to come hang out. He sat with them for a while, thinking they were just drunk or lunatics. One passed him some oddly fragrant tea. He was having a rough time and his head wasn’t thinking. He took a sip.

Sally found time in her busy days to feed stray cats. She rarely found any, but recently a black and white cat had been stopping by. She had simply been calling the young tomcat, “the cat” since there were no other cats she took care of. Most times when she fed a stray it would stay a few days and get ran over later while wandering. But this cat never left the yard. He would always purr and lean on her legs whenever Sally pet him. She soon took him inside and put a red bow around his neck. She did find it strange how the cat had an odd hatred for milk though.

Meanwhile Nick found himself hanging out with his so called friends more often. Getting drunk, smoking weed, drinking shrooms tea, all he ever worried about was going to his day job to get money for more drugs and alcohol. No no, he wasn’t addicted! This was just his way to escape reality a bit. He just needed an outlet to relieve his stress and forget his hardships! Right?

Sally was folding clothes, laying them out in piles on her bed. The cat was on her dresser, messing with a small wicker basket with white and red stripes she had that was about halfway full of cat treats. She hadn’t noticed the silly cat on her dresser, as she was busy sorting her and her mothers clothes. The cat pawed at the basket, not long before falling off the dresser. His claws gripped to the basket and he dragged it down with him. Sally turned and chucked, the basket had landed on his head like a hat. She stared at the cat for a moment, thinking he looked oddly familiar, before petting the cat and making sure he was unharmed.

Nick was in the hospital. His illusions while on shrooms and pot had gotten too vivid, he was thinking back on old times, looking into the past when he remembered a large human size cat always playing with them. It led to night terrors about the cat, sad about being forgotten, upset that he had nobody to play with anymore. The person in the apartment next door heard a lot of noise, and called the police, who soon showed up to find a young adult Nick crying on his bed, begging for a cat to leave, saying sorry for leaving the cat. The cops took him to the local hospital to get him checked on, to make sure he was mentally well.

Sally walked into the white room with chords everywhere, with the smell of cleaning alcohol plaguing the room. “Hello Nick,” she said as she walked towards the hospital bed slowly, the cat in her arms.

“Hey Sally, how’ve you been?” He asked as he sat up, looking up and down at his old friend

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I DID NOT EXPECT TO WRITE A WHOLE FANFIC HOLY F* now I have to draw concept art

I hope this is well received, no I am not clinically insane for thinking about this concept

[the-firebird69]

A son picked an investment and private portfolio and he did take the Intel and several other chip manufacturers know and Bill Pearce lies he did not buy it and he's been getting beat up because he keeps saying it's stupid crap. There's a lot going on. There are a few things that happened today and we're going to list some of them off

-they did lay off almost all the sheriffs out of the 3000 original 1500 were more lock and about 800 were already laid off and they laid off the rest today except for what we said about 150 top level sheriffs and the police too laid off all but 10 out of the 40 or so and they also hired on more the sheriff department already had 4,000 total and they released them today and hired 2,000 more the police had about 200 total and fired the warlock and hired 100 more so that happened today and they also fired all those people from all those agencies like Florida law enforcement Florida highway patrol Florida department of health police hospitals private police and several other agencies and wildlife and more that really should not have police and should be a police and police them and park rangers too should not have guns in a rest people but they were doing that to enforce so their own loss and it was warlock and they were way over the line and they got chastised held down shot quite a lot it was going on for her years even before our son got here and the bottom here to try and straighten it out and it made it much worse and then we'll lock lost not today they fired two million of those agency people and they fired more government workers and are up to firing a 70% of government workers in Florida tomorrow they're going to try for approximately 85% total and the firing of all these agency people is going to cause a massive ripple effect and the government firings May exceed 85% and by far it's also having an effect on the whole world because they know that it's coming a little it's a change and it's pleasant change it's about time but it's more work for us and our people have to watch out and put out several alerts also the State Assembly is starting to get nervous they see it coming and they see it happening and they see that they're organized and they're playing it and they have walls up and they walk around with knives out and guns on their hip and they don't they're not allowed to and see what happens an attack the max bringing a big bunch in attack now this change is coming here and we're moving in thankfully today and tomorrow in a big way we're coming in we have huge jobs to do and we might have a wall to put in but still thinking about it because it's going to be a while that's going to be dropped after drop after drop and crabs and nasty fish and they'll be able to protect themselves either it's going to just non-stop work but they think it'll draw foreigners and we had answers for that it's going to draw foreigners what they're doing and the walls going to be cloaked. The suddenly getting it I'm feeling that might be better and our son says there's really going to be a massive number of troops out there and ships and boats and you won't be able to hide your number and your abilities at all because it'll be so many crabs and you can't really hit him with spaceships and you hit them under water sort of but boy it's way too hard if a wall to try and climb up it and they get hit and there's a pile of when you pull them out of there and they see it and they say that's not bad and not a bad idea and he has a good idea to mess with the clothes but they're going to mess back but then again it's an antique clone wall and they know about that. Now he's right the clone said we don't want to see that happen to get you hurt by a crab and there's so many of them out there

-also happened today at the close of the day John remillard start apologizing to people and try to harm our son tried to get in there and started being a jerk and started yelling and screaming inside the apartment and the cops were called and came down and that was what the light was not the regular car and they heard him just in here talking a little bit not much and they were going to grab them and bring him in and some people said no it didn't matter he got taken away okay it was just the car but he's doing that over there he should be arrested

-two more things happen today and it's building up and it's getting worse and pretty soon they're going to figure out that it's wrong thing to do with me but he's more like you're doing is wrong for them they had a huge influx of people to their invasion areas which got cleared out three or four times today.

-their fleet is still heading this way and to a student as it did for the past few nights all those people will be a waste of time and they are fighting the empire and they don't hit practically anyone and some bizarre War and the sun says it happened to Iraq almost like Tommy have cleaned it to happen that way and they don't look at that cuz that's kind of spooked to them and we do understand that there is a big fleet this time it's actually big and has about 9 million octillion and the numbers are gigantic there they can't can't do this more than a few times no this this is going to be way too big I'm going to be knocked out if it saves the population will drop severely if they don't succeed at anything. There is a filling up now the five points the Bering straight is about 5 mi wide no it's about 15 miles wide and big huge trucks are going to cross her two miles wide 10 in a row no well five in a row and roll upon row upon row huge trucks and there's thousands of them and they're moving it and they're older and they're going to they're run down but they're moving and if one doesn't work they push it over the edge it's a giant giant row of them you would not believe how impressive that looks and talk about elephant Walk they're coming down to the border and it is a massive Force it's got to be 10 million really it is just huge and they can't be that money many more left and I don't know why they would keep sending them it seems they don't know about the empire's fleet they won't use the missiles or bombs no that's what they're using and they make it look like troops are doing it.

-it's going to happen today well today will be tomorrow soon and it is a gigantic effort the max are putting together to knock them out and I mean it they are going to do things during the day and night to finish them off right now they're attacking in the Western hemisphere all their bases and there's an evacuation that it's forcing and they want to come down the rivers and they're not letting them and they're annihilating them they don't want them up there building and they don't want them taking the ships and they don't want us to take them and really the whole place is under siege it's a war zone massive massive forces are clashing and the clones are coming out and they are assisting them warlock that's the first yes it's a massive war and they're all going to fight the Macs. It's happening now they're going into cities and things but not so much in New York and our son is right and Denzel thinks he's right too and she's been thinking about it and Trump and they're trying to figure out what to do. We're going to head over there playing now.

-one more thing is going on today they're going door to door and the pulling people out who are not there particular race now they're probably more like out all over Florida and telling them did they under arrest for trespassing and sometimes they actually have been paying rent yes and they actually have a contract and they present it and the police say we don't care your trespassing here our lands and you invaded us. Moreover than not saying it to us cuz we're building tons of stuff and probably building tons of stuff for quite a while it's tons of stuff that sucks here it's a huge junk pile too need to recycle tons of stuff we need huge recycling plants we're doing pretty fast already but they do need that this place is full of junk junk cars I really gets infested with gross bugs and things because they go in there and they live in it and they do things to humans they're in the wild they don't and they fight each other so they're going to make a huge recycling facility you're going to put in for it it's a business and we can make the recycled bikes here. And recycled building products

This morning go on here there's more to talk about here it's critical stuff I'm going to post this now

Thor Freya

Zues Hera and yes we're involved and it's me Hera

Olympus

[dihydromorphinone]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 i knew i loved you at first sight..

when they're on their lowest or just need some sort of comfort and you are always there – that's how they know it's true love.

— scaramouche, xiao, kaveh, childe/tartaglia, tighnari, kazuha, ayato (separately) x reader. not proofread

all creatures in teyvat have bad days sometimes. be it a regular hilichurl, some brave traveller or even your significant other – nobody's choosing on this one. the weather outside may be nice and breezy, but it cannot change or anyhow influence the weather inside; minds and thoughts of all the being roaming through the seven lands.

sometimes, they feel like there's this giant cloud over them, covering their minds in haze; they cannot focus and nothing really has a meaning. and there's no way out – just like in a burning house. all that's left to do it for them to constantly burn. they are trapped; strapped. and at times like this...

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 tighnari

while scribbling something about certain kind of flowers needing some special kind of flora, he gets extremely tired, his head suddenly feeling too heavy to keep it up – the causes of troubling oneself with too much issues. he knew that is not good for his own wellbeing, obviously, but he has responsibiliies and he has to make sure all creatures living in the forest are well, all plants have proper conditions to grow; all while neglecting his own health. funny, one might think, how his warm heart cares about everything but himself.

and at times like this, you would appear right next to him with a cup containing lukewarm beverage made from herbs with stress-relieving and relaxing properties. one glance at messy papers on his desk was enough to know you how bad it is. wanting to help, you took a few papers from the pile and got to work, instructing tighnari to let himself rest, just for a while. and so he did, sipping the brew and watching you with gaze laced with love.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 xiao

he was always pushing everyone away. not because he was acting too smug, no. he did that in the very best interest of people in liyue. you surely knew what was his duty. his eternal duty. the fact alone that he has to watch over liyue for the whole eternity isn't that bad – he was fine with that. xiao did not forget why he ended up doing what he does, the real issue was his karmic debt. universe was so cruel on him, never sparing him, not even once; cursing him with so many scars to wear, so many tragic memories to remember. so he built walls around himself, making sure that no puny humans will cross his path. for they own good.

and at times like this, while he is oh-so-consumed with his assumptions, you would stay right by his side, offering him comfort. doesn't matter how many times he has been pushing you away, telling you that you will get hurt, he will ruin it all, you never left. good thing you did, because when he considers it now – xiao would've never been able to just watch you from afar. your presence alone was almost... healing him; you were melting him with your rays of happiness. maybe mortals aren't all that bad, he thought, laying his head on your shoulder.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 kaveh

there wasn't a person in sumeru who wouldn't know who he is – the great architect of sumeru, the creator of the palace of alcazarzaray; who would dare admit he didn't hear his name at least once? even though his popularity was at its finest, he couldn't help but worry. what if, one day, people will stop thinking well about his art? what if he won't be able to satisfy the needs of his nation? for kaveh, it was truly a troubling matter. he tried hard, harder and even more harder, all to finally make him satisfied with his work. his expectations were high, and if something ever happened to be out of place on his watch – he would just lose it.

and at times like this, mind clouded and vision getting blury, kaveh would feel your arms on himself, gently stroking him while holding him so close that he could feel all the heat radiating from your body and hear your heartbeat. the way you would explain to him that his work is already great and there is no need to hate himself for being "not enough" while clearly being more than enough was able to even make him slowly start to believe it.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ajax

for ajax, family was on the first place for as long as he can remember, the almost unachievable goals to be good, better and best right behind it. it was hard for him to balance these two things – one was always excluding the other one. spending more time with his beloved family, his dearest siblings would mean less time training and doing actual work, which was bad. on the other side, more working and focusing on his goals would make it impossible to visit at least regularly all the people close to his heart.

and at times like this, his mind debating with his consciousness, you would jump out of the corner with teucer, making all his previous worries disappear. maybe it was possible to balance it somehow – it surely was with you by his side. you are already great, you would always repeat to him, and he would just be thanking all the seven archons for sending you to him, because there was no way you were not an angel.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 kaedehara kazuha

as calming as it was, wind wasn't able to soothe all his worries. his mind was always occupied with something – it could be the mysteries of his clan, for an instance. he has been wandering through his own thoughts more than he did enjoy life recently, but what can he do? it's not like he can control it. he just... thinks a lot. and wind cannot be inside of his head, to push away all these heavy-weighting ideas.

and at times like this, you would make up for the lack of wind inside his head; you'd grab him by his arm, take him to beidou and beg her to sail somewhere far away from wherever you were. she would laugh at you two, but she always complied to your request. and when you finally were, apparently, far enough for you liking, you would whisper sweet nothings into his ear, making him realise that even if the reality isn't ideal, you were there; and for kazuha, it made all worth the potential suffering.

being the head of the kamisato clan wasn't the easiest job; he surely had too much to take care about. even if his sister was there to help, and he could always find help in thoma, he couldn't just put his work on them. after time, he somehow mastered the art of working without end, and now he wouldn't even complain about any additional task. all of this, however, was occupying all his time, making it not only hard for you two to spend some time, but also for him to take proper care of himself.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 kamisato ayato

and at times like this, ayato would see you entering the room, leaving him a warm box with food inside and a cup of boba with a little note next to them, where you would explain that maybe he can't find a little time for you both, but he has to find some times for himself to be healthy. suddenly, he became too aware of his work addiction – and ayato promised himself that he will manage his work better to treat you just like you deserve – for being such a warm-hearted human, you are worthy even of the moon itself.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 kunikuzushi

at first glance, scaramouche appeared human. few though, noticed, that there was something off about him – and that thing was something essential to be human. he was lacking a heart – the very center and core of mortal lives. some days, he would just get too cognizant of it. he may be a changed man now, but his past will always remain his, and he can't right his wrongs. he thinks similar to a human, he knows pain just like a human would, yet there's still a giant gap between him and humanity.

and at times like this, you would come to him and lay your head on his chest – right where the heart should be. at first, he would see this gesture as mocking, so he was quick to shake you off himself, you telling him that having a heart isn't that big of a deal wasn't working well. but then, you said something that actually went through him – your confession about being eager and ready to share your own heart with him made his chest tingle – as if you'd already made his wish come true by putting a heart inside of him.

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4 signs of a toxic relationship, and what to do to fix it, according to psychologist.

What is a relationship that is toxic?

According to psychologist a toxic relationship is defined as “any relationship [between people] who] don't support each other, where there’s conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there’s competition, where there’s disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness,” according to Dr. Lillian Glass, a communication and psychology expert from California who claims she coined the term in her 1995 book Toxic People.

Glass says that while every relationship has its ups and downs, a toxic one is always unpleasant and draining for the people in it, to the point where the bad times outweigh the good ones. Dr. Vinod Mune, a psychologist in Nagpur who specializes in mental health, adds that participants in toxic relationships experience mental, emotional, and even physical harm.

Additionally, these relationships need not be romantic: According to Glass, interpersonal, familial, and professional relationships can all be harmful.

1) Inconsistent or Hurtful Texting

Patterns of erratic texting and content that is hurtful, negative, or both can be indicators of a toxic relationship that isn't going in the right direction. According to psychologist, "your partner will] text whenever they feel like it, at random times, and most of the time, when they are bored or horny." This is typical of these kinds of relationships. They aren't obligated to respond until them "feel like it," which may take hours or days. And with regard to sexting? When you meet them later, they're more interested in gaming, drinking, or suddenly announcing that they're going out with their friends. In text, they're all hot and intense.

Pay close attention to how the person's texts and texting behavior affect you because a lot of relationships grow out of early texting. Shallon Lester, a YouTube sex and dating expert and the author of the dating memoir Exes and Ohs, offers this piece of advice: "With a new relationship, you should feel like the person you are seeing is the one to check in, the one to ask about your day, and the one to make plans." Otherwise, you may be unconsciously laying the groundwork for an unbalanced relationship if you have the impression that you are always the one reaching out to them and showing interest in their lives. If this seems to be the norm for some time, you might be with someone who isn't ready for a caring, long-term relationship. Give them a lot of attention to you!

2) Toxic Communication

Psychologist says The majority of your conversations are dominated by sarcasm or criticism, and they are motivated by contempt, which is a predictor of divorce. Do you ever find that you are hurling insults at friends or family? By mockingly repeating what they said in a different room, you could make fun of them. To avoid arguments and hostility, you can simply begin to ignore their calls.

3) Your Partner Keeps Score

Which of you, you or your partner, keeps score? The only place a scoreboard belongs is above a sports field, regardless of whether you are certain that this is the sixth time in two months that he has been late or whether he refuses to forget the time you tossed his favorite pair of pants into the Goodwill pile. There is a good chance that you are in a toxic relationship if one of you is keeping track of your good deeds or bad deeds.

4) Lack of Self Care

Lack of Self-Care In a bad relationship, you might stop doing the things you normally do for yourself. You might give up your free time, prioritize your health, and stop participating in activities you used to enjoy. This could be because you don't have the energy to do these things, or it could be that your partner doesn't like it when you pursue your own interests. It is essential that you each independently assess your relationship's needs and boundaries. Setting boundaries and establishing expectations would be much easier if you talked to the best psychologist in India.

Even if you think you know what your needs and boundaries are, it's still important to look over them and then tell your spouse.

A good place to start is to talk about boundaries. Even though boundaries can change over time, it's important to keep talking about them.

You can reevaluate how you feel about a variety of aspects of the relationship, including the need for physical intimacy and communication.

However, toxic communication and behavior patterns don't have to cause your marriage to deteriorate; you don't have to watch helplessly.

When both you and your partner wish to make changes, a relationship counselor can help you begin to recognize the underlying causes of relationship toxicity and explore healthy, compassionate methods of communication and problem-solving.

Couple therapy, which is also known as marriage counseling, helps couples develop healthier habits, atone for previous infidelity and sensitivities, and strengthen their emotional and sexual intimacy.

What should you do if you’re in a toxic relationship?

according to psychologist The best way to avoid a toxic relationship is to learn about one's own patterns and self-knowledge. If you're in a dramatic or difficult relationship, you need to figure out if you've chosen the wrong person for bad reasons from your past or are avoiding someone you really care about due to your own limitations, fears, or defenses. You can consciously choose to look for someone else if you identify the negative characteristics that have drawn you to your partner. You can look for ways you are behaving in the relationship and try to change your part of the dynamic that causes things to turn bad if you realize that the person you have chosen has a lot of the positive qualities you want. You can clearly see the paths that lead to the breakdown of your relationship once you understand yourself. You can take control of yourself and build a relationship that is better, more honest, and full of happiness.

Marriage counseling & Divorce

The job of a marriage counselor is mostly to help the couple solve the fights and conflicts between them. There are few ethical guidelines and problems due to which a marriage counselor will never directly suggest a divorce even if the counselor knows that nothing is left in the marriage.

A marriage counselor helps and suggests ways to cope with problems and bring understanding and start a fresh or new life.

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