#who needs to pay attention in bio anyway

[rayryebread]

uuugghhhhh i love him so dearly, keith come home

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Hello." A dull thwack sound reverberated across the rooftop, leaving the boy who snuck up on Red Robin clutching his head. The boy, a meta if the large animal ears and tail were anything to go by, shook off the pain and pouted up at him, "What was that for?!"

The vigilante was unrepentant, holding his bo staff in a ready position, "You snuck up behind a vigilante at night. In Gotham."

"Okay," the meta conceded, still pouting. "You have a point there. Robin threw ninja stars at me when I tried to approach Batman."

That got Tims attention, "You tried to approach Batman? Was there something you needed?"

The kid suddenly got serious, "My mom went missing. I haven't been able to contact her for almost two weeks now."

Red pulled his arm closer to his face before he began typing on his wrist computer, "Can you tell me her name and date of birth?"

"Um." The other teen fidgetted with his tail a bit, "Okay, so...she's kinda Cheetah."

"...come again?"

"She's Cheetah. The...the supervillian."

Red Robin stared at him, and honestly who could blame him? The bats hadn't even known Cheetah had a son. "So why are you in Gotham? Why not ask Wonder Woman for help? Cheetahs one of her rogues not ours."

The teen shook his head, "She went to meet someone in Gotham before she disappeared. She seemed really agitated before she left, almost scared. I've never seen her like that before." He paused, giving the vigilante time to type before continuing, "I didn't go Wonder Woman since I figured I would wind up needing to talk to a bat anyway since its your turf and all." He said, waving a hand as if gesturing to the city around them.

"I wasn't aware Cheetah had a kid."

The meta grimaced, "she didn't until a year ago."

Red gave him a look, as if urging him to go on.

The meta chuffed, sounding a lot like whatever big cat he was supposed to be, "I'll only tell you my tragic backstory if you promise to help me find my mom."

"I'll find your mom." The bird said without an ounce of hesitation. Tim was a little offended. Did this guy think he was going to leave his mom in danger just because she was a criminal? Appearently so, seeing as the teen looked so relieved at his words.

"Okay, so my bio parents were evil mad scientists. Always a bad start, anyway they were obsessed with the occult and one day they suddenly took me and my sister to Brazil to hunt for some artifact of another. That alone was strange but weirder still was the fact my creepy godfather was paying for it all. He usually only does something like that when he's plotting "

"Plotting?" The detective interjected, "you make it sound like he does that often."

"Yeah. Hes a supervillian." The meta said casually, as if he didn't just leave Tim reeling, but the kid wasn't done yet, "He's had a massive crush on my bio mom since collage and never let it go no matter how many times she rejected him. She even married my dad, his best friend, and this dude just kept simping for 20 years." The teen rolled his eyes, "Hes convinced himself that if he murders my bio dad then my bio mom will fall in love with him and me and jazz will be "his"." He said that last part with fingerqoutes and a disgusted expression.

Tim filed that away for later, "Can I have his name, if nothing else?"

The teen seemed reluctant for a moment, "You're the worlds greatest detectives. You'll find out even if i try to hide it. Besides, I'd probably be better off if you and the Justice League know everything anyway."

Tim was...surprised by that. Most people usually weren't this open with them.

"His name is Vlad Masters, he also goes by Plasmius when he's dressed like a wannabe vampire. He's a ghost who's repossessed his corpse. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton, who are obsessed with ghosts and have convinced themselves that all ghosts are evil and must be destroyed, regardless of how much evidence points to them being wrong."

"And your name?"

The meta grinned at him, showing off four very sharp fangs, reminiscent of the large cat he takes after, "You can call me Jaguar. We were exploring a bit when I broke off from my family and got jumped by one of them. Suddenly I was struck by a claw and turned into furry bait. Fluffy stopped trying to make me his lunch and just stared at me before walking away, which was wierd. Then my parents found me, accused me of being a ghost, because thats naturally what someone would assume when thier son sprouts cat ears," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Naturally." Red joked, which had the benefit of making Jaguar smile.

"So my parents chased me through the jungle, shooting all the while, then suddenly a portal opened up in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know there was no way this wasn't a trap. I mean, a portal opening up right after that bizarre series of events and its the same shade of glowing green as the wierd death go my parents are obsessed with? There's no way they weren't related somhow, but I was desperate and jumped through anyway."

"I landed in another jungle, or the same one in a different location, I'm not sure. I tried hunting and foraging but wasn't very successful at either." Danny still remembered the throbbed in his head when he had headbutt that tree after missing his pounce on that pig he had been stalking. "Thats when Cheetah found me. She took me in and taught me to hunt and fight."

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Possible plot twists:

1. Danny isnt Phantom in this au

2. Danny is Phantom in this au but is trying to leave that life behind

3. My favorite. Danny has the ability to manipulate and control animals into doing his bidding with the effect of jaguars and other big cats being the most prevalent and he just doesn't realize it.

One of Cheetahs friends/allies realizes cheetah has changed and suspected something and convinced her to leave for a while to see if her care for this kid faded after a while away from his presence. It works and Danny loses another parental figure/possibly attacked by them too.

[seoltzuki]

Persona

jihyo x gn reader

fluff, very unserious, suggestive (kinda), not proofread

wannabe player jihyo

You know it’s not the smartest idea, but it feels like it’s the only option to shake things up.

Nayeon’s been urging you all evening, saying, "Just get on a dating app, y/n. It’s easier to find someone who wants to hook up on there. And better yet, with no strings attached since you’re so allergic to falling in love and settling down."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. No need for her to be so… brutally honest. And so caved in. You downloaded the app and started scrolling through it. You swiped on pretty faces, ignoring those seeking long-term relationships, until one profile grabbed your attention.

Despite its douchy and fuckboy-ish vibe, you couldn’t help but be drawn to this person’s profile.

Jihyo.

Her photos showcased her with well-defined abs glistening under gym lights, another captured her in full hockey gear, while another showed her casually sporting a backward cap, adding a touch of laid-back douchiness.

Let’s not talk about her bio, which ew by the way… You cringed as you read it,

6’1 when I stand on my money.

ps: my couch pulls out, but I don’t when I’m strapped up👅💦

You gag at this but still swipe right. It’s clear she’s looking for the same casual fun as you are. And as expected, you both match, confirming your mutual interest in a no-strings-attached connection.

You begin texting Jihyo, and the conversations quickly become flirty, bordering on explicit. This back-and-forth continues for a week until Jihyo takes the initiative to set up a date to meet in person.

She suggests grabbing a quick bite at a fast food joint near her place. You find the idea crass and somewhat unappealing; after all, why bother with a lame meal when you could just head straight to her place for some action?

Nonetheless, you agree. Jihyo manages to sway you with another teasing message: “You’ll need energy if you wanna keep up with me, angel ;)”

The day arrives, and despite knowing it’s just a one-time thing, you find yourself oddly excited. You debate whether it’s worth dressing up for the occasion, knowing you’ll likely never see her again after tonight, but you make the effort anyway.

As you commute to the shitty fast food joint, a text from Jihyo pops up: “hey! I’m already here. I’m gonna be waiting for you at the bus stop, no rush :)”

You frown at first, but then a small smile creeps onto your face. It’s strange to receive such a normal and sweet text from her.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, but you quickly dismiss it. This is just a one-time thing, you remind yourself, as you gather your things to to hop off the bus.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you glance around, expecting to spot Jihyo. However, she’s nowhere in sight until you hear your name being called. You look past the man who was hiding Jihyo, and as she steps forward, you realize she’s even shorter than you had imagined.

"I hope the ride here wasn’t too bad. Ready to eat?" She smiles wide, and you can't help but notice how much cuter she is in person than you had imagined.

You nod, following her into the restaurant. She walks with a pep in her step, and you can't help but admire how cute she looks in her baggy jeans, oversized shirt, and that damn backward hat. It's nothing like the pictures she had on her profile.

A cutie.

She orders and pays for both of you, and you can't help but slip out, "You must be really rich then."

She frowns, her lower lip popping out in a pout. "I mean-" she starts to explain, but you cut her off, "your bio. 6'1 when I stand on my money, remember?" You tease, then casually munch on your fries.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise, and a blush tinges her cheeks. "Gosh, I forgot about that. I’m sorry, it’s-"

"You’re cute."

Her blush deepens, and she adjusts her hat, offering you a shy smile.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself enjoying Jihyo’s company more than you expected. Her easygoing nature and genuine laughter put you at ease, and you start to forget about the initial awkwardness of the situation.

You notice her little quirks—the way she looks incredibly angry when she takes a delicious bite of her hamburger, that big smile that makes her eyes almost disappear, the way she gives you her full attention when you speak… It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutter in your stomach.

She then offers you to come over for some dessert, and you can't say no. After all, this is what you originally came for anyway.

The walk to her place is short, and when you arrive, you brace yourself for the typical "fuckboy" house—a mess, dishes piled in the sink, and a less-than-ideal bathroom. However, when she welcomes you inside, you're taken aback. The place is pristine and beautifully decorated. You start to wonder if her dating profile was all just a facade.

You prepare yourself for the "dessert" as she instruct you to get comfortable. Taking a seat on the couch, you anticipate what's to come, but to your surprise, she returns with a tray to the coffee table in the center of the living room. The tray has an array of treats—brownies, cookies, and mochi—and hold up, are they homemade too!?

"I’ve made them for you! For tonight! Have a taste!" She says with pride, her smile wide and chest puffed out.

You take a cookie and bite into it, moaning at the delicious taste. It's so good that you kind of want to murder her for being such a good baker, but also for messing up your flow.

You guys should’ve been in bed by now.

She flops beside you, still smiling. “It’s so good,” you remark, savouring the last bite of the cookie.

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it, wasn’t sure what you were gonna be into,” she says, her eyes fixed on you.

As you meet her gaze, you sink further into the cozy couch. She removes her hat, allowing her curls to cascade, and you're taken aback by her beauty.

She runs her fingers through her hair before settling in, her arm draped over the back of the couch, hand supporting her chin. She continues to watch you, and you feel your cheeks flush under her gaze.

"I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, y/n," Jihyo says softly, her eyes scanning your face.

She bites the inside of her cheek and briefly lets her eyes drift down to take you all in. You smile shyly, noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor. Perhaps the "fuckboy" from her profile is finally making an appearance now.

Your hands sink into her sofa, and you hum, "This isn’t a pull out couch."

Jihyo’s eyes linger on yours, a teasing glint dancing in them.

"Never owned a pull out couch," she responds, her tone low and suggestive, "but I do have the strap."

You roll your eyes, but the shiver that runs down your spine betrays your true feelings. She smiles softly again, her gaze locked with yours as you edge closer to her.

"You're too crude, Jihyo. It’s not charming," you tease, allowing your fingers to trace a pattern along her arm, the tension between you growing.

"I may be crude, but hey, having a pretty person right beside me makes up for it, don't you think?" she whispers, edging closer. Her breath grazes your lips, igniting a surge of excitement within you.

And then, with a delicate touch, her lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation is electric, your body melting into the moment as you get lost in the softness of her lips against yours.

A shared breath and she gives another kiss, deeper than the last. Her lips press against yours with a newfound urgency. You feel the softness of her touch as her hands slide to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer.

A soft moan escapes your lips in response to the sensation, and she pulls back, breathless, her eyes locking with yours as the intensity of the moment hangs in the air.

“Y/n,” she starts, her voice gentle as she takes a deep breath to steady herself, “I know we’re both into the one-night stand thing, but I think I like you more than I should. And I know you should’ve been on your third orgasm by now, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to sleep with you unless we go on, at least, two proper dates.”

You stare at her, surprised by her honesty. The air between you is charged with tension as you process her words. Despite the initial intentions of this encounter, you can’t deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with her.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you reach out and gently cup her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin. “Jihyo,” you say softly, “I feel the same way. I’d like that.”

A smile spreads across her face, relief evident in her eyes. “Really?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Really,” you confirm, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips. It’s a promise of what’s to come—a beginning rather than an end.

A relieved sigh escapes her lips as she leans back against the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Let’s watch TV and finish the sweets?” she proposes, her voice tinged with shyness.

You smile warmly at her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Sounds perfect,” you say, feeling a rush of affection for her. “But I need the backstory behind that insane dating profile of yours.”

Jihyo chuckles, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh, that,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Well, you see, I had a phase where I was tired of all the boring conversations on dating apps. So, I decided to spice things up a bit and I may have gone a little overboard with the whole ‘fuckboy’ persona.”

You giggle, intrigued by her. “It definitely caught my attention,” you admit.

She smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, well, I may have exaggerated a bit,” she confesses. “But hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Definitely,” you agree, squeezing her hand affectionately. “But I’m glad to see the real you now.”

With a warm smile, Jihyo leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Me too,” she whispers, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"However, I do give the best strap. No one can beat me to that and I mean it when I say I don’t pull out and-"

"Ew, you’re crude Jihyo!" you exclaim, playfully scolding her with a mock grimace.

Jihyo lets out a hearty laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, just keeping it real, sweetheart."

You may not be allergic to falling in love after all.

[kyra45]

Important things to think about when getting mutual aid asks

Did you get an ask for mutual aid from a random blogger? Now most of the time there is nothing wrong with getting these asks. This is tumblr after all, the website of artists who take commissions and users who currently need support getting through a tough time. Unfortunately, as it has been since 2021 or even earlier, scammers have used asks as one way to get money off unsuspecting users. While it is generally understood that not all asks you get are from scammers, it is necessary to consider some options when you have received such an ask from someone. I am by no means an expert in busting scams! All the information I will give is some insights and things to look out for if you got an ask for money. If you are a legitimate person sending asks, please read the bio/pinned post of those you send asks to as they may not want those in their inbox. Sending them asks anyway is likely to make it seem like you are just spamming asks and some of those users are minors who do not have bank accounts or credit cards to send you anything.

1. The account itself is often relatively new when you have timestamps enabled. The posts they have may only be a few hours old or even a week old at best if you scroll more than just a glance. Please note that most accounts will have only one original post and then just reblogs of trending topics and popular posts. Their only other original posts are just answering asks. This isn’t always a sign of a scam account, sometimes it’s someone new to tumblr. But more often than not the account is already under suspicion because they may have backdated their posts to look older than they really are.

2. While backdating posts may have some uses outside of tumblr scams, this tactic is often seen if you check the reblog date of the post against the notes. The date is often set to months before it was actually shared and often the user will state someone told them to do this. However, no one is telling you to do that. You don’t do it unless you’re trying to be funny. But these accounts won’t say they did it publicly and then accuse people of attacking them when the date is brought up. I have seen scammers do this quite often, because they don’t think anyone notices.

3. You was sent the ask only after sharing posts about certain topics or certain events. This would imply someone is scrolling the notes of a post looking for accounts they can send asks to. They may have found the post while searching as well but regardless they almost always follow you them immediately send you asks for money despite no prior interactions with any of your content. They do not like your posts, share your posts, or even comment on them. Meaning they did not go beyond the top part of your profile. If you have asks off, they may DM you the same contents of their ask. I feel like there should be more interactions than just a follow and an ask. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, so please try to pay attention to who gets your asks.

4. Something about the ask is familiar if you often get the same ask from differing accounts. Often you’ll get multiple asks all at once from several blogs all saying their someone in need of mutual aid but their all from the same time all at once with a theme that is the same as the rest. A sort of pattern, if you consider it. Why would all those blogs come to you within minutes of a previous one that you already had answered saying you can’t help them? If they saw your account, the askers would know to leave you be since you’re unable to help them. But they don’t. They don’t care. They will keep asking you.

5. When searching the ask you was sent, pay attention to who has been sending it. There is usually a clear repeat of the same pfp across multiple accounts who sent the ask to multiple users over the course of months or even years. I’ve seen ages old asks reused for other scams so I know searching an ask is usually the best way to see if someone’s spamming it. Often very little changes between the asks but they may alter it for more urgency if they didn’t just copy it from a legitimate fundraiser and change up the names to make it less obvious. Usually the edit is adding extra text or asking you to answer privately so people don’t see the ask was being sent to other users. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, and that’s why I try to advise them to limit how often they send out asks since it might lead to false assumptions.

6. The images used may look alright, but have you tried to see if they’re from somewhere else? Most accounts who use images will often credit the source or the content is theirs from another platform. They will usually post videos that come from their other socials which they often have already mentioned. Such as Twitter/X or TikTok and Instagram and maybe even Facebook and YouTube. If someone claims the posted images is their family, but the image has been seen from other suspicious accounts who said it was their family too, it is reasonable to assume those images are stolen if there’s a watermark that the account doesn’t address or if they’ve edited an image that was publicly accessible. It’s hard to really explain it, but some are taking news images and passing them off as their own. Sometimes this can be the same way for those who ask for help paying vet bills; The images are edited to remove details that would point out poster stole it from someone else. Please keep in mind that this isn’t intended to say everyone is doing this. It’s just a reminder. Most of the time, images used are from actual people who aren’t aware that the content was stolen.

7. Unfortunately, some accounts will pretend to be part of a minority. They will also claim to have health issues that need immediate attention such as running out of insulin, needing medication to prevent their lungs from collapsing, having nose freezes too often, or needing more insulin because it’s expensive. There’s even more than that, but this is just the most common occurrences I’ve seen over the years I’ve been documenting scams. There are resources out there that can make insulin more affordable for those who do need it and ways to get it if you are unable to afford it otherwise.

8. Asks to help you after tagging certain things are rarely legitimate accounts wanting to support you. They are often just blogs who offer a digital check for you to cash in your banking app and you don’t scam the scammer by cashing it. Those who send asks claiming to know a person who can boost your fundraiser are generally just users who want you to pay the person a fee for something that’s free to do and doesn’t require paying someone for it. Don’t give out your personal information to these accounts they are not helping you.

Please keep in mind that this is just a general idea on what to look out for when getting asks for mutual aid. There are other things that are useful, things I’ve already noted across my blog is other posts that I didn’t feel like retyping yet again since it would get redundant after a bit. And be aware that not all asks for aid is from scam accounts! Some may be new users who haven’t used tumblr before and are still learning it. It’s important to bring awareness to scams so they can be avoided and to warn those who may have fell for the scam without being aware it was a scam. Everyone falls for a scam sometimes, it’s ok. It happens.

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[stateswscarlet]

Hi Scarlet! I saw your twt bio said no dms so I thought I would share my successes here that I got from your threads and content!

Bit of a background: I hovered over from the a+p girlies after affirming for 9-10 months for all my desires, using everything they taught and even putting full faith into thoughts and science manifesting. I would affirm almost nonstop (during work, school, even as I was eating/talking to others) for the entire time and I eventually got super frustrated! Not a single manifestation came in or even the slightest movement, maybe a butterfly and a car here and there (looking back at it its because I accepted seeing them internally and didn’t contradict that state, it wasn’t even the affirming). In March-ish I found your account on my timeline and previously I would ignore any states related information because I thought states were the same as dominant thoughts, but something about your thread at the time caught my attention which led me down a rabbit hole (positively!) of consuming your threads. I realized a lot of it actually made sense and explained why I didn’t see success so far.

Anyways so after a few weeks of learning about states I decided to stop overconsuming and stick to your account and edward art ONLY for all my manifestation needs. It was a little hard breaking free from the affirming mindset but I decided to focus on embodying how it would feel if I no longer had to worry about my thoughts and allowed that to wash over me. I used your “embody being the solution” thread SO SO much and I realized I was able to quickly solve all my internal issues using that because anytime I felt stuck, I just had to assume the feeling of being unstuck and what the ideal situation would be! I also fell in love with fulfilling my imagination and although I did care about experiencing it in the 3D, it was more like me not even thinking of it reflecting because its a LAW. I remember you saying you don’t even have to think about stuff reflecting because it does so anyways and my only role is to naturally give it to myself. So here is a list of some of my *bigger* manifestations that came in within a month-ish of me APPLYING states of being after I learned about it:

SP and I got back together after 8 months no contact and 11 months separation

My top choice graduate school which rejected me months ago actually reaching out to me offering me a spot saying the rejection was a “system error”

Free coachella tickets all expense paid in a luxury hotel that sponsored not only me but my boyfriend and 3 friends

My favorite makeup brand randomly sending me a HUGE package of makeup that I never ordered or asked for (I wanted more makeup from this brand)

My dad receiving a random check to clear his entire credit card debt of around a decade

A better job for my boyfriend that pays him double of his last one and has flexible hours that he didn’t need to apply for or interview and hes been loving it!

Free first class plane tickets to Bali this summer! I had already booked normal ones months before but last week I got an email saying my party had randomly been selected for a free upgrade. This happened like a day or so after I for fun assumed the state of someone who has a live of luxury.

I have other smaller successes but these are some of my main ones!I really want to thank you scarlet you have honestly changed my life and I can’t believe it truly was that easy all along! Thank you for your amazing threads, please continue dropping more (I literally have your notifs on haha)

AWW YAYYYYYAYAYS IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!! You’re absolutely amazing🫶🏼

I dont even use this platform but just thought I would share this ❤️

[moontrinemars]

♡ Quick 8th House Notes ♡

Recorded for my benefit, shared for yours. Disclaimer in bio.

Neptune in the 8th gets the best sleep right after an orgasm. Quality sex just completely relaxes them! Also they're likeliest of the Neptune houses to get erotic dreams, and second likeliest to have premonitions in dreams (just behind 12th ofc).

Academia [829] in 8th may be intellectually fascinated by history, astrology, psychology, thanatology, forensic sciences, estate law, Gothic literature, etc.

Capricorn in the 8th have a talent and preference for drawing out intimate encounters. Sexually, this means lots of foreplay and teasing and build-up. In non sexual intimate situations, this means reluctance to pull back from the depths and return to the light-hearted.

Venus in the 8th only truly feel wholly accepted and complete once they make peace with their sexual identity and worth. (Aro-ace natives with this placement need to know lack of sexual attraction doesn't detract from their value.)

Ketu in the 8th is so comfy in the world of occultism, etc. Growing up they may have played with homemade ouija boards, or otherwise imagined or tried in earnest to communicate with ghosts and spirits. Also the type to experiment with magic and astrology from an early age.

When looking at asteroids, if they should fall in the 8th house, you always pay attention to death, sex, inheritance, or transformation featured in its narrative. For example, I have Angel [11911] in my 8th, conjunct Uranus. I should not focus as much on the heavenly, but instead on the idea of the angel of death or an angel in fall, which aligns with both the massive changes of Uranus and the death and transformation of the 8th house. (I also have Icarus in the 8th, funnily enough!)

Moon in the 8th is more likely to experience grief and loss, and to be emotionally invested in sex. The intuition for the occult and for the study of psychology is high, but it can also have severe effects on the native.

Sun in the 8th is more likely to benefit from, or reap rewards in the practice of the esoteric and of psychology, and they often have a talent for achieving a form of self actualization through the transformation required by such studies.

Venus in the 8th also is more likely to play with alternative fashion and aesthetics, as well as exploring darker, heavier, or more intrinsically rebellious music genres like Goth, Metal, Punk, etc.

Dejanira [157] in the 8th can be sexually victimized, or victimized for being an outlier. Someone who may be called a freak or treated as intimidating but also is lusted after and sexualized unreasonably.

This Dejanira trend alters with Saturn or Capricorn influence - this restricts actual abuse. Instead, the native has their sexuality restricted and policed, and expression of it is often punished.

Malefic Saturn aspects to 8th house objects - look out for biased authority figures. They will not hesitate to use your fears against you, or to vilify you if it suits their agenda.

However, that placement also makes authority figures magnetically attracted to you, and vice versa. A love-hate relationship with bosses and officials that is undermined by an uncomfortable sexual energy, regardless of either party's intents.

Gemini, Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius, Mercury, or Saturn in the 8th are deflectors of trauma. They seek to verbalize or analyze the pain in a way that frames it as less personal.

Eros [433] in the 8th may be obsessed with sex to an unhealthy degree, especially the physical aspects of it. The type to be addicted to sitting in their lover's lap or pulling their lover into their own lap.

... In private, anyway. Eros in the 8th, as well as sexual planets like Mars, Venus, Juno, or Pluto in the 8th, are likely to be protective of their displays of intimacy. They may vacillate between loving PDA because it satisfies their possessive streak and hating PDA for the performative nature of it, like it feels fake.

Hope these were helpful ♡

[carnationcreation]

Secrets and Fights (Gareth Emerson x Cunningham!reader)

✌🏻Masterlist Taglist, Requests, and Works in progress!

Please check bio to see if requests are open before sending any in! 

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x reader

Prompt/summary: After her sister's death, reader witnesses Jason’s spiral out of control, and tries to protect the people she cares about.

Warnings: fist fight, mentions of blood, mentions of chrissy’s unaliving, S4 spoilers? Lmk if I missed any!

Authors note: Two imagines in one week? Holy shit I’m on a roll y’all!

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My older sister, Chrissy, told me everything. 

I was only a year younger than her, but she still told me every detail of her life as I told her about mine. We just got each other. We got each other in a way other people would never understand.

I remember when she got her first boyfriend. Her eighth grade year, my seventh grade year, and her first year on varsity cheer. She swore me to secrecy and I covered for her sneaking out in exchange for food money at football games. She got more of an allowance than I did anyway. And even when they broke up before my freshman year, I never tried to tell her she was wrong about him. She loved him, but sometimes love doesn’t make things last.

I knew Jason was trouble, but he made her smile in a way I hadn’t seen in a while. They started dating during my sophomore year, her junior year. To all outsiders they were a match made in heaven. The ‘it’ couple at Hawkins High.

For the first time in my life, I kept two secrets from her.

One, was that I hated Jason.

I saw what he did to the ‘freaks’. Anyone he deemed beneath him would know how much he disliked them, and somehow my sister was oblivious to it all. The first fight I ever witnessed in high school was Jason and his gang jumping a poor kid from the school paper. To this day, I’m not even sure what he did to deserve it, but regardless I helped pick up the stacks of scattered papers without even a thank you from him. He was scared shitless.

I wanted to tell Chrissy, but part of me didn’t want to be the one who broke her heart. I guess it didn’t matter much now. 

Now I tell my secrets to a gravestone on the southside of town.

After her death, all hell seems to have broken loose. 

Jason was angry. After her memorial at the school he had stomped out to the parking lot, only stopping to answer my question of where he was going.

“I’m going to make those freaks pay.”

I knew who he meant. My heart sank. I didn’t believe that Eddie Munson was responsible for her death, I knew Eddie before she went to get something to help her sleep from him. I think it was something in her nightmares that got her. Not a monster, but something bothering her. Something she kept a secret from me. I don’t know if it was another boy… or something else. But I knew in my gut that it wasn’t Eddie.

That didn’t stop Jason.

The second secret I kept from Chrissy? 

I had a crush on a freak. A guy in Eddie’s band.

Gareth had jumped in to help the same day Jason jumped that kid. He helped me stack papers and get the kid to his feet. Gareth was a sweetheart, and becoming friends with him means that I knew Eddie. Hellfire wouldn’t do something like this, even though Jason wants to say they did. I knew if I had told Chrissy about my crush, her relentless teasing towards me would mean getting more attention from Jason put on them. And as much as I loved my sister, I couldn’t do that to them. 

I tried to protect them, but even now they’re not safe from his rampage.

I didn’t know who to go to. But as Jason left the school parking lot I knew I had to warn them. 

Warn Gareth.

He had a two minute head start on me, but I grabbed my bike and took a shortcut to Gareth’s house. 

They needed to find Eddie, before Jason did.

I got there before he did, somehow. I threw my bike down at the edge of the driveway and ran into the garage. All but crashing into Gareth’s arms as he stood up from his drum set, “Woah, (Y/n). You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You guys-” I gasped, trying to catch my breath, “You need to hide. Jason- oh god, he thinks you guys are responsible for Chrissy’s death.”

Jeff placed a hand on my shoulder trying to calm me, “What?” 

“Jason thinks Eddie killed her, so now he’s coming up here after you-” I was cut short by Jason’s car skidding to a stop at the end of the cul de sac. “Guys please hide.”

Gareth tightened his grip on my arm, pulling me behind him, “We’re not going to hide. We didn’t do anything.”

“Gareth please,” I pleaded, but my warning fell on deaf ears as Gareth approached the garage door.

“You’re a little early fellas, the shows not till next week.”

Andy snorted, “Oh, so that was music you were playing?”

Jason locked eyes with me, making me hide behind Gareth once again, “We’re looking for Eddie Munson. He’s in this band, if that’s what you can even call this.”

“Why do you care?” Gareth said, jaw clenched in anger.

“That’s our business,” Jason said, “Let’s go (Y/n), your mom told me to drive you home.”

Gareth caught my arm as I was about to brush past him, “You have eyes, don’t you? Eddie’s not here.”

“Let her go,” Jason growled.

I sunk back behind Gareth, “She’s not going with you man.”

Jason nodded, and for a split second it looked like he was about to turn and leave. Gareth stumbled back from the force of his punch, Jason grabbed him by the collar, “Where is he?”

Jeff tried to lunge forward, but Andy grabbed his arm to hold him back, “Hey man!”

“Where is he?” Jason yelled into Gareth’s face.

“I don’t know!”

My body finally came out of shock. I threw myself in between the boys, trying desperately to get Gareth out of Jason’s grip. Jason drew his fist back for another blow, but as I finally managed to push Gareth out of the way I felt a sharp pain in my temple. 

I stumbled. The ground seemed to come up to meet me as I heard Gareth shout. 

I heard a crash and saw the drum set fall beside me. Jason now had Gareth pinned to the ground with his shoe pressed into his hand. I heard the crack of his knuckles as Jason continued to press down, “It’s gonna be hard to play drums with a broken hand.”

“Gareth, just tell him!” I shouted. 

Gareth screamed as Jason’s shoe pressed down harder, “Dustin! Dustin Henderson.”

I sighed in relief, Jason pulled his foot back but didn’t take it off.

“Yeah, he- he was calling around looking for Eddie. Maybe he found him?”

I got up, trying my best not to stumble against the pounding in my head and pushing Jason back. He fell back to the ground, “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Get out of here Jason, before I call the cops!”

Jason only smirked as his friends ran to the car, “I’ll deal with you later, for protecting these freaks.”

I waited until his car was pulling out before I finally turned back to Gareth. His lip was split and bleeding, and he cradled his right hand.

“I don’t think it’s broken man,” Jeff said, “Just sprained.”

I bent down, trying to examine his hand when Gareth brushed my hair out of the way to look at my face, “It’s already bruising.”

“I’ll be fine, should we get him to a hospital?” I asked Jeff.

“Not if the swelling goes down.” Jeff pulled Gareth to his feet, “Holy shit man, you just punched Jason.”

I looked at him questioningly before Jeff elaborated, “After you went down Gareth went for him man. God I wish I had recorded that.”

Gareth sighed, “Let’s go get some ice for that bruise.”

He led me inside and pulled ice packs from the fridge. He went to hold one against my temple before I took it out of his hand and started icing his now swollen knuckles, “You shouldn’t have punched him. It made things worse.”

“Eh, he needs to know he’s not invincible. And that he should never hit a pretty girl like you.”

I blushed under his gaze, hiding the smile that still peaked out as I examined his hand.

Gareth grabbed another ice pack and rested it against my now aching bruise, “You should really let people take care of you. You’re always protecting other people.”

“I don’t need protection like other people do,” I said.

Gareth sighed, “Well, maybe you don’t need it.”

“But you’re gonna do it anyway?”

Gareth nodded, smiling as he brushed my hair back again. The cold ice against my skin did nothing to hide the warm blush on my cheeks. 

“Do you remember when we first met?”

“Yeah, after Eddie-”

Gareth chuckled, “No, it was before Eddie.” I looked at him questioningly, “It was back in… fifth grade I think? I had just buzzed all my hair off, and when I came into class Andy Pollier kept rubbing my head saying it was a magic eight ball.”

I chuckled lightly.

“Well, after I slapped his hand away he cornered me after school. You saw, and instead of running to get a teacher you walked right up to him and kicked him. Right in the balls.”

“Oh yeah,” I chuckled, adjusting the ice pack on his hand, “I think I do remember that.”

“I ran off of course. Too scared, but also in awe of the fact that a pretty girl just kicked someone in the balls to keep me from getting jumped.”

I smiled, and when I looked back up at him he was smiling too. At me. He was smiling at me.

“Maybe that’s when the crush started,” he said, and with those simple words my heart stopped. “Or maybe it was when you helped that poor kid from the school paper. But I knew it definitely started before you defended me against Jason and got yourself hurt in the process.”

I shrugged.

“That was amazing,” he said, making me meet his eyes again.

“You’re amazing.”

I said it before I could even process the words coming out of my mouth, and part of me wanted to slap myself.

Gareth smiled widely, bringing his injured hand up with mine on top of it to gently kiss my knuckles. 

“I hate to kill the moment,” I sighed, “But how are we going to find Eddie?”

Gareth furrowed his brow, “I don’t know. But we will.”

“Just don’t go get in any other fights. I don’t know how many more hits I can take protecting you,” I smiled.

Gareth chuckled, “Don’t worry darling. I’m ready this time.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Warnings: drinking (even tho Bucky can’t get drunk doesn’t mean he can’t try), swearing, iPhone usage

AN: this came in second on my poll so I’ll write it. Sounds fun. I think Bucky would have a few more issues than Otto when learning how to text. And he’d be less about the gifs and more about the actual writing.

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

Bucky toyed with his phone as he stood in my living room. He waited while I shuffled around, trying to clean up. Eventually, he brushed past me and went to my fridge to grab a beer.

"What's the big idea?" I called after him. Bucky grunted and he took a sip. My lips quirked up at him as he smirked at me.

"Figure I could at least try to get drunk if we're going to do this." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. Just pay attention." I sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to me. "What do you know already?" Bucky looked over at me as he sat down. "I'm really supposed to believe that Sam sent you over to me without telling you anything. C'mon Buck." He held up his hands, bottle dangling from his fingers.

"Things I do not want to say out loud to you." He offered. I grimaced and nodded. "Yeah. So how do I actually use this thing?" Taking the phone, I tried to unlock it. The passcode stared back at me.

"Buck, who set the passcode?" Bucky flushed and grabbed it before entering the passcode quickly.

"I did. It was the one thing that Sam taught me that wasn't..." He trailed off before passing me the phone back. He took a sip from the bottle in his hand. "Sorry. I forgot that was there." I nodded quickly.

"As long as it is something no one else can easily guess it is fine." I shrugged. Bucky nodded. "Alright so do you know what any of these do?" He nodded again before opening the phone app.

"This one calls people." He swiped up and tapped the one next to it. "Messaging. Which I still don't understand by the way." Swiping up again, he continued through the phone. "I won't use half of these anyway but according to Sam and Shuri, I need them on there." I chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Mostly because it's security shit or something that will eventually keep you occupied." I shrugged. "So basically you want to know how to text?" Bucky nodded.

"That's what this is for." He joked before finishing the bottle. I rolled my eyes and leaned into him slightly.

"Well considering you can't get drunk until after like three cases of those, you've got a long way to go Buck." I opened the contacts app. "Let's see who you have in here that we can send something to." I trailed off as I looked at the list. "Four people Buck? That's it?" He nodded sheepishly.

"I don't get out much." He muttered. "Don't text Sam." I nodded.

"No. He'd just tease you relentlessly." I looked over the list again. Sam. Shuri. Sarah. And me. I sighed and handed him back his phone. Getting up, Bucky started to protest. "Hang on a second Bucky. I'm just going to my room to get my phone. Seems like I'm the best option here." He nodded before getting up and heading to the kitchen again. As I emerged from my room, Bucky came back with two bottles and took a long drink from one.

"Alright, I'm ready." He settled in next to me, leaning back against the couch. "Sam usually texts me first so can we go over how to start a message?" I nodded and handed him his phone to unlock.

"Alright. So first thing you do is go to the bar on top and type in my name." I watched as Bucky did that and then tapped my name as it popped up. "Then the bar at the bottom is for the message. Just type whatever." I shrugged and watched as Bucky stared at the screen. He took a long sip of his beer before putting down the bottle. Pulling the phone into his lap, I fiddled with my phone as he typed out his message.

"When I'm done, I just hit this little blue arrow right?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yep. That sends whatever you just typed to the person you are sending it to." I answered. Bucky tapped the button and we waited. "Did you want to know about gifs and all that?" Bucky looked at me with wide eyes.

"There's more?" He asked, awe lacing his tone. I nodded with a smile.

"Yeah. But we don't have to go over it if you don't want to." He shook his head.

"Maybe next time." Bucky mumbled. I nodded and looked at my phone as the message came through. "Listen, (Y/N) you don't have to if you don't..." I was staring at my phone in awe. I looked from Bucky to his message and back. "(Y/N)? You don't have to...I just thought...it was easier to ask..." I cut him off my hugging him.

"Yes Buck." I laughed out. "Yes." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. My phone dinged again at the message not being opened from the phone. It read:

Buck: Do you want to go out to dinner with me sometime?

[spoonsisland]

okay so i’m kinda nervous about making this post bc i almost never post critical thoughts on main but i NEED to bring this up because it’s been on my mind for way too long to just skip over and not mention publicly.

Quick TLDR tho first bc this will be long lol: Flipline Studios, creators of the Papa Louie game series (The platformers and Gamerias), NEED to get better at making the incredibly impressive worldbuilding of these simple cooking games more clear to casual players. Because right now, nobody but hardcore fans know any of that even exists.

Whenever I tell my friends that the characters in the games have full, written descriptions, it is a GENUINE shock to every single one of them. Most of them don’t even know the Gamerias are technically a spinoff of a platformer series, and I’m sure if this post spreads outside the Papa Louie and Flipline community, a lot of people reading this will be shocked to hear that info too.

I would guess about 90% of the people who play the Papa Louie games do not check Flipline’s website. Flipline’s website, however, is the only official source (so not counting the wiki) to host the character descriptions (known as Flipdecks) and supplementary worldbuilding posts. At the VERY MINIMUM, there should be character descriptions in the games. To me saying this feels obvious but somehow its been over 10 years of them making these games and not a single one has hosted character bios.

Considering most of these bios are an entire paragraph of info on these characters that have 0 bits of dialogue in-game (minus, like, 2 of them), this info being supplied in-game to easily be accessed by people who play the games casually would very easily peak people’s interest, keeping them playing for longer. Which brings me to my next point: If you’re going to add a story to these games, why does it take so long to get to the next part?

Most people do not make it very far in these games. This is a fact I’ve learned very quickly considering how many gameplay channels play it once and never pick it back up again, as well as by just simply talking to friends who play these games casually when they’re bored. That’s why i was incredibly annoyed to see it takes until Rank 21 to get to part 2 of the storyline introduced in Papa’s Freezeria Deluxe. For most players who play these games casually, this is too long of a wait to keep their attention. They are simply going to lose interest by then.

Now, let me be 100% clear here: Tony and Matt are clearly putting a TON of effort into these games and I absolutely adore what they are doing, but to put it frankly, not enough people are sticking around long enough or paying attention to supplementary info to care about the effort they are putting into the stuff they make, and that SUCKS. It REALLY sucks. Having over 140 customers, ALL with unique descriptions and personalities? With fully written lore and relationships and history? That obviously takes a LOT of effort. However, only a small percentage of their player base even knows this exists, and I feel like it should be top priority to change this.

Anyway, yeah. That’s all I have to say. I know this is long and I’m sorry about that but god this is a subject I am way too passionate about to just have simmer in my brain

[hikari-drkspc]

↬ yandere! bakugou with a darling who is a skilled cook

character: bakugou katsuki [boku no hero academia]

warning: borderline yandere ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 506

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 also this was a request from my main blog! not rlly big on the yandere subject tho but since the request asked for "yandere" ill just put it here for extra measure.

➳ At first, Bakugou won’t really mind you much. He always tried to avoid group hangouts though, so you rarely see him anyways. He only sees you as another extra from outside that just so happens to have a good relationship with the others in Bakusquad.

➳ But one day, you happen to make him some homemade meals since you’ve heard from others how unexpectedly skilled he is in the kitchen.

➳ He refused at first but after constant pestering, he gave up and tried it anyway.

➳ The food was amazingly delicious and it’s been a while since he had such delicious food.

➳ “It was better than I thought I guess.”

➳ It wasn’t the best compliment you’ve gotten from anyone but it still made you happy considering the fact that Bakugou don’t usually compliment others unless they really deserve it.

➳ Since then, you’ve been more and more close to him than before. You would still come to UA to bring sweets and meals for your friends but now Bakugou’s also in the picture.

➳ Whenever one of your friends is down, you would always come to hang out with them and bring their favourite sweets along. If they’re not the biggest fans of sweets, you would bring their favourite meals instead.

➳ Bakugou wouldn’t really mind this and think that it’s sweet of you to go out of your way to come there just to cheer up your friends.

➳ He would, however, get pretty jealous whenever you seem too comfortable with the other guys. After all, you need to pay attention to him and only him.

➳ He would sometimes use the excuse of “a match to see who’s better at cooking” just so you would come and eat his cooking and vice versa.

➳ He very much enjoyed your cooking, though he’ll never say it aloud. It just radiates warmth and kindness like a true homemade meal.

➳ He’s not a big fan of sweets but if it’s yours, he’ll make sure to eat it until there’s nothing left.

➳ Sometimes, he would even steal the other’s foods that you made for them and eat it. This usually happens with Kaminari but we all knew that.

➳ Whenever Kaminari was about to put the food into his mouth, it was snatched away from him. Of course he would be frustrated and get angry at Bakugou but only for a moment when he saw Bakugou’s deathly glare.

➳ “Shut up! A dunce face like you won’t know how to appreciate a good food.”

➳ It sounded a little mean on Kaminari’s side but you can’t help but to be a little bit happy that Bakugou holds the food that you make to such high regards.

➳ You’ll definitely make him more and more food and while he won’t say it, he loves you for that.

➳ You two would also sometimes cook together which will make the others in the group to ship you two together. You two were almost like newlyweds and to be honest, Bakugou was ready to be your *cough*husband*cough* as soon as you graduate.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

wait you are korean ?

***

It’s not something I advertise but yes. African too. Mostly fluent in the three biggest European languages but can read and understand Korean, Yoruba, Ewe, Hausa, and to a much smaller extent, Hebrew courtesy my sister-in-law. Since I’m already giving you my bio, Anon, I might as well add that I’m female, queer, and occasionally anti-America but always pro-murder-beheadings-sodomy-untold evil upon-Putin. And because I’ve gotten asks from people unsure how to address me re: my race, background, and culture, I don’t highlight my background often because (1) it’s often not relevant to the conversation, (2) I don’t want people sending me things to translate for them (the fandom already has many wonderful translators, please use them), and (3) …who actually does that? Just going around announcing what they are. Because I kid you not, I’ve actually gotten an ask from someone trying to pick apart my posts before to clarify whether I’m queer, Korean, Black, a woman… demanding that I assert and announce whether I’m any of those things. And that’s just weird.

I’m going on a bit of a tangent here but this just reminded me of something.

A couple months ago I got an ask from someone asking me to confirm something their ‘Korean oomf’ told them about jikook and Jimin. It was nonsense of course, but I didn’t say that at first. I instead asked that person for the source, to allow me speak to their ‘Korean oomf’ on Twitter. Just from the text and the way the grammar was written I could tell the person was a fraud. Scrolling back enough and cross-referencing their username confirmed it. They were a white person pretending to be a 22 year old Korean girl who knew someone that works in BigHit on Twitter. When I confirmed what they were for myself, I went back to the Tumblr person who sent the ask initially. I told them to avoid people who claim to be Korean telling them this or that, to instead stick with known ARMY translators (even solo stans have known legit translators who are actually Korean. At least I know PJMs and MYGs do so they have options too), and pay the most attention to what the members themselves say. They are very consistent. I’m saying this as someone who has seen a lot of idols - one thing about BTS is that all seven of them are very consistent. If you’re just noticing something about a member, I’d say you never really paid attention to them before. Anyway, in both their strengths and weaknesses, BTS are consistent, so listen to them and think for yourself rather than what some self-proclaimed Korean person on the internet is telling you.

I don’t write what I do here to convince anybody. But it’s not escaped my attention that, at least in jikook spaces, people place a premium on what Korean people think. On how k-jikookers feel, and that a good compliment here is to have a Korean joker acknowledge your blog, comment, or point. It stands to reason to some extent since Korean is very nuance-dependent and cultural cues and knowledge is important, but I also see how that deference is ripe for abuse. So, I’m not mad when people occasionally send me asks questioning why I write things or what I mean exactly though I think I’ve been clear, because it shows me people are still thinking critically about the media they consume. No matter who it’s from. I don’t respond because I don’t feel the need to defend myself to anybody, but I overall appreciate the sentiment behind that anon being questioning in the first place.

At the end of the day, I hope the strengths of my arguments can remain no matter my identity. And that we’re all spending more time actually having fun rather than engaging in tedious discourse.

Lol. Soapbox moment over. More fun asks please.

[kyra45]

Got an ask that looks suspicious but don’t know how to answer? Here is my own list of some premade answers you could reply to the ask with in order to see if the asker is willing to do more then send you an ask. Feel free to use them!

How did you find my blog, if that’s ok to ask?

Do you have any other information you would be willing to give me to show confirmation that you are being honest?

What requirements did I have that prompted you to send me this kind of ask?

Is there any way you can provide a picture of you petting the cat/dog that you are fundraising for that you say belongs to you?

Have you tried using Facebook to raise the funds for your pet? I heard there’s this great group that you might be interested in joining. Do you know the name of it?

I see the link you’re using isn’t one I trust too well. May I ask why you haven’t tried using a fundraiser site that is well known and trusted?

(If your bio says don’t send donation asks) I’m sorry, but I have it stated on my blog to not send these kind of asks. Are you reading the information that bloggers have or are you just sending this ask to everyone you see without paying much attention?

I notice your blog is relatively new. How did you find out about tumblr? Was it from a friend? Do they use tumblr too?

You seem to be new to tumblr. Are you from twitter and asking for help as a friend on twitter suggested you to do it?

Alternate replies for known scam asks:

I’d appreciate it if you donated your money to someone who really needs it, unlike you. Here’s some suggestions: (links to verified places to support people/places/etc)

Bold to assume I am going to send you , a scammer, money when I need it myself. Anyway, here’s my info for anyone interested: (links to your ko-fi/etc)

I’m going to give my money to anyone but you and also give links to useful info and resources. Like so: (Link to useful info/etc)

[katyspersonal]

/internalized biphobia vent

I have been feeling pretty bad about something else for about a month now, but I've been trying to neglect it hoping it would go away on its own.. did not help that I do not know who TO talk about it with. And I know ever since I've split with arguably the closest person I've ever had in my life, I've been having multiple identity crisises anyways, trying to remember who WAS I before them.

But, while I've been psychologically vulnerable, takes like "why women say they're bisexual and then never show attraction to women" got under my skin...? You know how acknowledging the fact of breathing makes you lose the 'automatization' of this process and you start paying attention to it? This is kinda what happened with me and attraction to women (and female characters, since as an autist I interact and explore myself vicariously through fiction 80% of the time). I've been attracted to women since childhood and even before I knew being gay or bi was a thing, I've been expressing that attraction since then and until this point without thinking about it; but now I started to think about it. Noticing it, in the same way as trying to take breaths intentionally. Have I been liking men (male characters) """too much""" recently, to the point of not seeming like I like women too? Have I mentioned liking at least one girl? Have I fantasized about wlw relationship today?

So since I've "forgotten how to breathe because of acknowledging the fact", it started to cause me severe discomfort. It used to be automatic, but stopped being so. I've just listened a little too many takes having to do with not really liking / caring about the girls. The side effect though is even worse? Honestly? I am struggling against the idea of "requalifying" as either a confused heterosexual or a confused lesbian upon figuring out which gender I like """more""" and repressing other attraction. ...except this is NOT how it works, this is how it will NEVER work, and it has NEVER worked this way and sexuality can't be changed (otherwise all the homophobic parents would've been able to influence their gay kids lol). Yet I started to perceive that weird "limit" of liking men, and how much, past which I should remember to like a woman...? I feel like 'not bi enough' if I do not """balance""" the attraction between genders and thus embarrassing myself with liking men. I feel... "dirty"? No matter who I like now? And declaring myself 'straight now' or 'confused lesbian' feels like an escape I am yearning for. I have insentive for both; I initially liked women and attraction to men was something that came to me much later in life, but it doesn't feel "internalized" so what if at some point I was "reborn" on my own terms?

All in all, this discomfort just won't go away. I guess with feeling like I am 'not enough', I am also feeling 'invisible'. Like if no one will "believe" me that I am bi if I am not "proving" it. I start to understand why many people prefer to put up a flag for their identities or put them in the bio. I decided against it because I want to prove a point that it should not matter. That people should not care what my gender or sexuality is, but only should care about what I say or my art or all that. So, if it should not influence how people will perceive me, then I should not address it right off the bat but instead only bring it up casually. And yet, I start to understand the stress of being "invisible".

Sigh.. I guess I just need to recover that sense of inner piece where I knew who I was and was content with it, and perception of others didn't matter. The period between losing an extremely close person and healing is full of need for validation because I've forgot how to be an individual, so sure I have a crisis, and not just one. It is no one's fault if their expression of genuine confusion could destabilize someone online...? It is virtually impossible to control the stereotypes or confusion people outside of [identity] will get. But, it IS possible to control the level of how much social validation is needed. I am just really vulnerable to questioning of my identity for now, and it is up to me to regrow that confidence and inner peace.

[eudaemoniax]

Theodore "Teddy" Day owns an antique store, collecting things like a dragon collects gold. He has sharp brown eyes that often look sad. His hands tremble - a benign tremor, he will explain. The only times his hands don't shake is when he's working on restoring a piece of art or creating his own pieces - then, his posture shifts, his eyes become focused, and his hands still. He works alongside witches - not out of a desire to help them but out of a sense of twisted normalcy. Now that Hazel Mora is gone ... Teddy feels as though he is safe, or at least safer than he has felt for a long time.

( fc: jacob anderson | race: vampire | age: 150 ) bio trigger warning: allusion to slavery, imprisonment, racism, death

Ask him for his history and find that he'll hesitate before answering. He will say that his father was from Liverpool, and he would never speak of his mother - not without a tightness in his throat. He couldn't speak of his twin at all. His mother was an Afro-Caribbean woman named Valerie who had drawn the attention of a young British man named Henry, who had both wealth and privilege on his side and had been touring the Caribbeans to "expand his horizons" after he finished touring Europe. He didn't need to promise her anything, but he did anyway. A life of love, romance and freedom in Great Britain - away from the violence of Martinique and its peoples continual quest for freedom. He helped her steal away onto his ship, he paying for her passage and bringing her along with him on his travels.

His father was young and brash then, confident that he could change the world. They were married in a quiet church in the countryside where he used his allowance to build his wife a home -- and he promised that when it was the right time, he would introduce her to his parents. Love, he swore, could conquer all.

Yet, while it could conquer many things - it couldn't conquer generational wealth and expectation. Had Teddy's father been a third son -- even a beloved second son -- perhaps his "great folly" would be tolerated. Instead, he was the first (and only) son of the family - set to inherit it all, set to make an advantageous marriage and finally get his family into the peerage where the family's wealth would be met with a title.

Instead, Teddy's grandparents demanded that there be an immediate annulment. Henry refused citing that Valerie was pregnant. The family name would be passed on to his children. They scoffed. They would support the child (later found out to be children, as there were twins) but not as heirs to the family. Valerie was sequestered in the countryside and Henry worked in Liverpool, visiting when he could.

Valerie gave birth to two children - Anne Marie (older by five minutes, named for Valerie's mother) and her brother, Theodore (named for Henry's father). Life, for a little while, was good. His father would visit and Valerie would laugh and sing. And when he had to leave, the children would cling to his legs and weep. Then, Henry would start visiting less and less and less. One day, he visited after months away and proclaimed that they were moving into a bigger home in the country - the family home, as Henry had inherited it finally after his father's death - or so he said.

Yet, when the family moved in -- they were brought in through the back and set into rooms tucked in a far wing. There were rules that the children had to follow - they weren't allowed to leave the wing, and they were only allowed outside when Henry allowed it. A tutor came, toys were delivered, food was left for them. He watched as his mother's rage grew until finally she demanded the truth.

At this point, Henry introduced Valerie to a woman named Catherine. A countess. His wife. His marriage to Valerie, he explained, was not in any way legal. He had been charmed by her, bewitched, and by the time he realized the error of his ways, Anne Marie and Theodore had been born.

Yet, it was not Valerie who had been the witch who bewitched Henry but Catherine. Henry left Catherine in charge of the home -- and by extension, the children. The rules became more restrictive, limiting the children to a single room. For three years, she would summon Valerie weekly, and Theodore watched as his mother became weaker and weaker. Every night, she would pray over him and his sister. She taught him and Anne Marie protection spells - hoping to hide them from Catherine's notice. Valerie tried to find ways to escape - trying to find how to break the spell on the staff and Henry. She didn't have the time. Catherine's hatred of her was too great.

Catherine then turned her attention to the children. She gave them greater freedom of the home and the grounds now that they did not have their mother's protection. Every week, she'd call for one of them to come racing to her - come to me, darlings, first one here gets a gift. He and his sister would run, racing to her. Every time, his sister outpaced him. Every time, she ran into Catherine's arms, and Catherine would swing her around, laughing before closing the door.

She never let him win. She never told him what happened when she went into the room. She never told him what the gift was. When he was fourteen, he finally beat his sister to the door, and he was caught into Catherine's arms. It was his turn to close the door on his sister and laugh happily. Yet, his laughter was cut short. His sister begged and pleaded - hitting her fists against the door, crying for Catherine to let him out - to let her come in. He's so little, Ma'am - Don't hurt him! He won't be able to help you... she begged. Confused, Teddy turned, and he saw Catherine with a slender dagger.

He was kept in the room longer than his sister had been kept, as Catherine realized that Valerie's son had a greater connect to magic -- latent magic, but magic -- and she could steal it from him, using it to keep herself young and healthy. He learned later from Anne Marie that Catherine was cruel and jealous - that she had stolen Valerie's vitality and beauty. Killing her slowly.

From that point on, there was no reason to play games. She simply had to call to the children and they'd trudge to her. Now, they could bolster and support one another. It was Anne Marie who saved him finally -- she grabbed the dagger that Catherine had used against them, time and time again, and she stabbed her. The magic that was contained within the dagger and in the building spell, rebounded on Anne-Marie, half-deafened Teddy, and killed Catherine.

Anne Marie wasn't the same after that - something in her was gone - the light and life from her eyes. She would sit in one spot and stare. No longer talking, no longer eating, no longer truly living. The spell broken, Henry tried to make amends - Teddy accepted his money and he left. He traveled trying to find a cure. He ran into a coven of vampires who worked closely with witches, and he told them of what had happened. The witches had the same gleam in their eyes as Catherine, but he was willing to give himself if it meant saving Anne Marie. A witch gave him a potion to give to Anne Marie, and a vampire turned him. He went from one prison to another. He never learned the vampire's name -- it wasn't important. He had been raised to fear, respect, and bend to witches. In order to save his sister, he'd do just that - to hell with the consequences.

The potion did revitalize his sister - but not for long. They had two golden summers together before she grew frail and died. He buried her in the countryside next to their mother ... and he turned his back on Henry. He returned to the coven.

After the Great War and the War to End All Wars, already tired of immortality, he was sent to live in Hexmore where it was hoped that he'd find his passion and life again. Yet, his constant proximity to witches only served to remind him of his mother -- of the witches he had met in his travels -- of their power and ability to abuse it. He still can feel the cold ember in his chest where his own magic had once gathered - where Catherine had carved into him again and again, stealing from him what had been his birthright. Yet, to see him set brush to canvas and the art he can create -- if one looks at it long enough, you'd think it was moving. He is finding little pieces of his paintings in reality now ... a flower, a scrap of clothing...

Relationship With Vampires: Teddy is probably the worst vampire... at least in terms of his relationship with other vampires. He serves at the behest of witches and for witches, he has been an attack dog as often as he has been a chew toy. His Relationship with Witches: He's worked alongside witches for his entire life ... and unlife. He's terrified of them, all of them, and if he could still vomit, physical contact with a witch would cause him to vomit.

His Relationship with Werewolves: Neutral, he doesn't mind them as much as he's wary of them, but then, he's wary of everyone.

[squaletta]

There are many strengths that you have in general when it comes to writing, but I think your strongest one would be that you have an undaunting spirit. To explain what I mean by this, I think there are different facets in which this can be seen, whether it’s the fact that you rp in a language that isn’t your mother tongue because you want to write more and connect with even more people, or even the fact that you put an incredible amount of energy and creativity into forging the female portrayals of Tsuna and Squalo.

I’ve seen a lot of people simply go down the ‘everything about the character is the same, but they are trans, and therefore are a [insert gender here]. I don’t often see people anymore directly state that their portrayal is such that the muse was born a different gender and you’ve catered their past to create a character who is like the original, but also different enough to be discernable from the original. The fact that this is the muse and not a AU that some people will request for, it shows that you’re and adventurous soul and one that truly just wants to have fun and not pay much attention to if others will have anything negative to say about your choices.

It was also recently seen in the talk that we had on discord a bit ago. We’re similar in ways that we won’t be stopped and we won’t allow sad things to keep us down. People may hurt us, but we’ll trek through it anyways and continue to do what makes us happy and what we think works.

Perhaps this doesn’t really make sense, but in the simplest of terms, you’ve got a lot of courage. You’re brave to venture into trying interesting things, and aren’t afraid to reach out to new people and try new interactions. You’re sociable and friendly. In RPC, that’s a very good quality to have. ((OOC: Greatest strength meme btw if it wasn’t clear))

What do you think is my biggest strenght as roleplayer

I do not know what to say. Your words motivate and encourage me to continue doing what I am doing. I respect you very much, and I'm glad we met. I don't want this to sound like a speech for winning some award, but every kind word is like I won some kind of award.

I know I'm not perfect. I know I need to work on many things related to this account. Whether it's my English, handling technical things, completing a account and content side (bio, verses etc.), and the aesthetic side.

I like different things and like to try different things, and this can probably be seen in my portrayal. Yes, it is an adventure in a way. Since I also work in the field of language and literature in the real world, roleplaying is my love. I'm actually an introvert, but here, the interaction comes naturally to me because I'm in my element.

However, I am very glad that you see what I see in my interpretation of the character. What I am trying to say and achieve with her. I also encounter negative opinions and misunderstandings, so I'm all the more happy with kind words and, of course, constructive criticism, whether it's good or suggesting what I should improve.

One big thank you. ♥

[neopuff]

title: belated word count: ~2100 ship: six/holiday  summary: Six comes back from a job to find Holiday baking a cake. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47899933

Holiday knew that she shouldn’t waste anything, especially not food. She shouldn’t waste eggs, or flour, or sugar, or cocoa powder. They had extremely limited supplies for the time being and it was important that they pay close attention to their money and resources until…well, she wasn’t sure when things could go back to normal. It probably wouldn’t be for a long time.

Definitely not until they found Rex. And every day for the last month and a half, she’d been hoping to see his bio signature on her scanner. She spent hours every day staring and waiting and hoping, whether in her lab or the computer room or in her new, messy, unwelcoming bedroom on a portable bioscanner she’d stolen from Providence before they left. When Rex came back, she’d know it right away.

It didn’t make waiting any easier, though. And with Six and White and Bobo always doing their own things, Holiday felt lonelier than she had in a long time. She missed Rex so much.

On a cloudy night in the middle of December - just over a month since they’d fled Providence and made a new home at the dam - Holiday’s longing to hear Rex’s voice again was causing an ache in her chest that she couldn’t fight any longer. She couldn’t keep listening to old voicemails of him on her phone. She needed to…do something to make it feel like he was still with them. She had to find some way to cheer herself up or she’d end up crawling into a hole of insomnia and depression.

It struck her in that moment that they’d missed Rex’s pseudo-birthday thanks to all the commotion of getting out. It wasn’t anywhere near his real birthday, according to Caesar, but Holiday found that she didn’t really care what that man had to say. She could…she could bake a cake. A belated birthday cake for Rex.

No one would eat it. It would probably be inedible. But she wanted to make it anyway.

She found herself in their kitchen, wasting food that she specifically told herself not to waste. Even if her cooking was edible, no one wanted a stupid cake. Six didn’t like sweets and she didn’t like to indulge too much; obviously Knight wouldn’t be having any. Maybe Bobo could scarf it down if it didn’t manage to break his teeth.

Holiday sighed and started mixing. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bad at baking if she just looked up a recipe, but…the idea of attempting the same cake she’d made for Rex last year warmed her heart a little bit. He’d probably appreciate it, even if he had to pull out a very fancy looking knife to stab through it.

She stuck her finger in the batter and tried a little bit. Well. At least it tasted like chocolate.

X

Six had just returned from a small job not too far from their base when he smelled…something. Something chocolatey.

He frowned and headed towards the kitchen, immediately confused. Who would be baking at one in the morning? Obviously not Knight, but…he would’ve thought obviously not Holiday or Bobo, either. Bobo was out of town, last time he checked. So the choices were: they had an intruder who happened to enjoy baked goods, or…it was Holiday.

He’d never seen her cook. Or express any interest in cooking. Six himself was fine at it, nothing fancy but he knew how to make food safe to eat and decent tasting. But they’d been eating primarily fast food since moving out of Providence - it wasn’t great, but it was easier than trying to figure out a dining schedule.

Six reached the kitchen and poked his head in, not surprised to see Holiday sitting in a chair and staring at the oven. She looked pensive and worried, and she was absolutely covered in flour. He had a feeling that baking was not one of her scientific specialties.

“What are you doing?”

She turned towards him, a surprised look on her face. Had she really been so focused on the oven that she didn’t hear him walk in the room?

“I’m, uh…” Holiday glanced between him and the oven. “...making a belated birthday cake.”

Six shoved his hands into his pockets and raised an eyebrow at her. He knew her birthday, Knight’s birthday, and Rex’s birthday. None of them had recently passed. But…well, there was one birthday that had happened just a few weeks earlier.

He’d turned 36. Though part of him still thought he was 30.

He straightened his back, having not expected Holiday to do something so…domestic, for him. It was cute, if he was being honest with himself. “Um…thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

Holiday gave him a look of pure confusion, pouting like she was trying to figure out what his game was. “You’re…welcome? Wait, no. What are you talking about?”

“Huh?” Six glared in confusion right back at her. “Um…is this not for…me?”

“You?” She stood up suddenly, taking a step closer. This must’ve been one of those little moments where she got to learn something new about her favorite green ninja, simply because he didn’t know what he’d told her before. “Right! Of course. Because we missed your birthday. Which was on…”

Six frowned. He’d clearly misinterpreted something. But he didn’t really care if she knew his birthday or not. “...November 19th.”

Holiday’s face transformed into a strange expression, one that Six wouldn’t know how to define. She looked amused and surprised and just a bit ashamed. “Of course it is.”

“Holiday,” Six started, tired of the banter. He really hated being confused all the time. “Who is the cake for?”

“Ah, sorry,” she responded with a smile. “It’s for…Rex, I guess.”

“Rex’s birthday is in April,” he said quickly.

“So…we didn’t know that.” Holiday started fidgeting and playing with her hands. “Before Caesar showed up, we didn’t know anything about Rex. Not his last name or his birthday or his parent’s names, none of that. But you found him on November 19th, 2008. That’s when he saved your life and you brought him to my lab and…well. I picked that day ‘cause it was all I had.” She wrapped her arms around her middle and smirked up at Six. “I had no idea it was your birthday.”

“I never said anything?” Six wasn’t surprised by his own secrecy, but it seemed like something that would’ve come up naturally in conversation if they were throwing a party.

“No.” She gave him a small smile, though there was a hint of sadness behind it. “You rarely ever told me anything about yourself.”

Six felt guilty about that and frowned. He didn’t need to feel guilty, it was his own life. But…well. Holiday trusted him and he trusted her (as much as he could trust anyone that he’d only known for two months). “I’m sorry.”

Holiday rolled her eyes and smacked her hand against his chest cheerily. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” After a second, her eyes widened and she pulled her hand back - revealing a white, floury handprint on Six’s nice green suit. She grimaced, a light blush on her cheeks. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”

Six smirked at her reaction and shrugged, not even bothering to wipe off the print. He kind of liked the reminder of her touching him, though he didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about that. “It’s fine. What kind of cake did you make?”

“Oh, um…” She looked at the oven timer to see there was still a few minutes left. “Chocolate?”

“You don’t sound very certain.”

“Full disclosure…” she started nervously, “...I’m very bad at baking.”

“Is that so?” Six smirked at her. “How does baking differ from any of the sciences you’re so good at?”

“I don’t know. It just…it just does.” Holiday frowned, noting his obvious enjoyment of her struggles. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, doctor,” he said, still smirking. “How bad could it be? Chocolate cake is pretty basic.”

She huffed and tugged some hair behind her ear, pausing mid-motion when she realized that meant she’d just gotten flour in her hair. Holiday sighed and wiped her floury hands on her shirt - palms on her chest, dorsals on her abdomen.

Six watched her movements closer than he intended to. He’d go ahead and be annoyed at himself about it later.

“Last time I did this, the cake was, um…” She groaned. “I don’t know. It was like concrete.”

His smirk transformed into a complete smile, albeit a small one, which spread contagiously onto Holiday’s face. Though her cheeks were red and she was a little annoyed that he was having so much fun at her expense, Holiday was really enjoying the moment with him. It made her feel a lot less alone than she’d felt for the last few weeks.

“Good thing I’ve got my swords, then.”

She elbowed him lightly. “You don’t have to eat it, Six. I didn’t really make it with anyone in mind. Just…wanted to think about Rex, is all.”

He hummed softly for a moment. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to try it.”

Holiday rolled her eyes playfully and looked at the oven timer again. It was at 0:00 and from what she could tell, it’d been like that for more than a few seconds already. “God damnit,” she muttered, rushing to open the oven and pull the cake out.

It wasn’t burnt, but it didn’t look particularly appetizing. Something about the color was off and the texture looked…strange. There was very little chance it would start to look better as it cooled. It was a good thing she hadn’t wasted time or food on making icing.

She was staring down at it and Six walked up behind her, staring from over her shoulder.

“Actually…maybe not,” he said very seriously.

Holiday laughed and turned her head, blushing when she realized how close he’d gotten. She backed away a few steps and put her hands on her hips. “Ahh, whatever. It’s not like you could do better!”

He tilted his head and smirked.

“What?” Holiday asked, surprised by his response. “Don’t tell me you’re secretly an amazing chef or something.”

“Amazing might be a little strong. But if this is your best effort, then yes. I can absolutely do better.”

She was a little offended, but not offended enough to respond with anything other than a smile of her own. “Prove it, then.”

Six took a step closer to her. They were going into a flirtatious territory that he didn’t think she’d be interested in, but he wasn’t objecting to it. Definitely not. “I don’t think we need another cake. How about I make you dinner tomorrow instead?”

Holiday stared up at him, looking like she was about to agree when a thought came to mind. She straightened her spine and turned around to shut the oven off. “I’m leaving for Montreal tomorrow afternoon.”

He frowned. Right. They were busy people who traveled and worked and didn’t have free time to fool around and have home cooked meals. He knew that. But still… “Breakfast, then.”

She was very surprised that he didn’t take the out and looked at him suspiciously. “Really?”

“You didn’t use up all the eggs, did you?”

“We’ve got plenty,” she answered quickly. Six making her breakfast was a fantasy she’d dreamt about for a very long time - and she definitely did not ever think it would come true. Sure, the context wasn’t exactly part of her little fantasy scenario, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that she was getting a free meal made by a very handsome man who on more than one occasion made it clear that he was attracted to her.

She decided in that moment that she could take a breather and just enjoy something for once.

“Then I’ll see you in the morning,” Six finished and headed out the door.

Holiday felt an urge to not let him have the last word of a night. “Happy belated birthday, Six.”

He gave her a small wave of acknowledgement as he left and she clasped her hands in front of herself happily. Well, she felt happy until the smell of her ‘chocolate cake’ wafted to her nostrils and she was once again reminded of its existence. Holiday stared at it, making note that the color seemed to get more gray as it cooled.

She sighed. Maybe they could use it as a weapon.