#✨ugly and weak

[glistennglimmer]

is your name micheal and are you the ugliest boy in town

“First of all, NO, second of all, I’m beautiful!! for now.”

[theambitiouswoman]

100 Words You Can Incorporate Into Your Speech To Sound More Elegant ✨

(Common word - Alternate variation)

Beautiful - Exquisite

Happy - Ecstatic

Smart - Intelligent

Big - Enormous

Small - Petite

Good - Excellent

Bad - Deplorable

Nice - Gracious

Tired - Fatigued

Old - Ancient

Rich - Affluent

Poor - Impoverished

Happy - Joyful

Sad - Melancholic

Hot - Sweltering

Cold - Frigid

Busy - Prolific

Loud - Vociferous

Easy - Effortless

Difficult - Arduous

Fast - Swift

Slow - Languid

Brave - Valiant

Funny - Witty

Rich - Opulent

Poor - Indigent

Old - Vintage

New - Novel

Strong - Robust

Weak - Feeble

Pretty - Alluring

Ugly - Unattractive

Clean - Immaculate

Dirty - Sullied

Happy - Jubilant

Sad - Despondent

Young - Youthful

Old - Antiquated

Big - Colossal

Small - Minuscule

Fast - Rapid

Slow - Sluggish

Brave - Fearless

Funny - Hilarious

Clean - Pristine

Dirty - Filthy

Strong - Stalwart

Weak - Debilitated

Happy - Content

Sad - Poignant

Confusing - Perplexing

Typical - Quintessential

Many - Myriad

Everywhere - Ubiquitous

Contradictory - Paradoxical

Showy - Ostentatious

Insightful - Perspicacious

Arrogant - Supercilious

Obscure - Esoteric

Flatterer - Sycophant

Favorable - Auspicious

Joking - Facetious

Indescribable - Ineffable

Wordy - Verbose

Respected - Venerable

Worsen - Exacerbate

Short lived - Ephemeral

Help - Facilitate

Sneaky - Insidious

Confuse - Obfuscate

Begin - Commence

End - Terminate

Start - Inaugurate

Get - Obtain

Give - Bestow

Make - Fabricate

Break - Shatter

Fix - Rectify

Use - Utilize

Look - Gaze

Find - Discover

Tell - Narrate

Ask - Inquire

Leave - Depart

Buy - Procure

Show - Exhibit

Think - Contemplate

Put - Position

Need - Require

Stop - Halt

Talk - Communicate

Like - Adore

Help - Assist

Call - Summon

See - Perceive

Tell - Enunciate

Go - Traverse

Tell - Express

Have - Possess

Feel - Experience

[goose-duck]

Creepypasta incorrect quotes ⭐

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Nina: spirit Halloween opened up early and my poor money decisions are always open so I bought a bunch of stuff

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Jeff: so...are we the best or the worst?

Toby: yes, sir.

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Jeff: he doesn't have eyeballs bro- he probably doesn't have balls either...

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Nina: he's ugly, I love him

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Y/N: There's just something abt his lack of a mouth and being less fluffy that makes me want him

Toby: he can't scream

Y/N: perfect

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Jeff: best friends!!

Y/N: nooOOOOO!!!!

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EJ: I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice

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Y/N: heading into work~

*explosion*

Y/N: or maybe not-

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Nina: so romantic~

Jeff: *screaming*

Nina: romance <3

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Y/N: Jack, why am I in this room?

EJ: am I responsible for you moving from room to room now?

Y/N: yes.

EJ: then stay in that room.

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Toby: it's an elevator

Masky: this is a ladder, Toby.

Toby: imagination ✨

Hoodie: just because you put a sign that says "elevator" doesn't mean it's actually an elevator.

Toby: imagination ✨

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Y/N: but not me, because no one can get mad at me

Jane: I feel like in an hour we're all gonna be mad at you for something

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Toby: I made a house, what did you make?

Sally: a balloon

Toby: wonderful

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Jeff: just don't be blind

EJ: wow, you've cured me

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Toby: someone please take me off this fucking planet

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Y/N: Don't look at ceilings when ur tired. Never know what you'll see.

Toby: context, please

Y/N: Thought I had a fucking ceiling fan but it was just the balloons that I refuse to take down from my 13th birthday. I can't tell if I'm tired or stupid but I think either way it's correct.

Toby: it's probably both

Y/N: Exactly- It scared the shit outta me too-I saw it and was so fucking scared that I might have a ceiling fan in my room-

Toby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A FAN! ITS ON THE CEILING!!

Y/N: Y/N, Weakness: ceiling fans that may or may not be there

Toby: strength: walking in high heels, weakness: imaginary ceiling fans

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Hoodie: it's just a deer or something

Masky: bro, that is not a deer

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Jeff: *sees a spider* I should have just bombed the house the last time I saw one of you fuckers

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EJ: I'm doing good...im doing great...i have a headache.....

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Jeff: this is like when I threatened to steal your skin and bones and stuff

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Jeff: it's like if a heat stroke were a room

Y/N: me

Jeff: no, you're like if a heat stroke were a person

Y/N: oh

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Y/N: tree tops

Jeff: crispy

Nina: crispy tree tops?

Jane: why are they crispy?

EJ: why is everyone talking about trees??

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Jane: I'm moving the pumpkins, sorry, Toby

Toby: nooo, my life's work...

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Toby: would you be more offended if I got a mug of milk or orange juice?

Masky: milk.

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Jeff: they're all safety scissors, I don't think I can possibly be unsafe with them

*pile of about 10 safety scissors*

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LJ: I took some of his teeth and coloured them like candy corns

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Jeff: I'll steal ur hair, I'll take ur eyebrows and I'll steal ur skin too

Toby: please, that's all I have

Jeff: U have bones, mucles, veins, blood, cartilage and organs that I could take too

Toby: no thanks

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Hoodie: Masky is this big *puts his fingers together*

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Jeff: what are you doing dude?

Y/N: hugging? I think??

Jeff: it's weird...

Y/N: yeah, let's never do that again

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Y/N: die.

Toby: :0

Y/N: in a nice way..?

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Nina: I'm sure there's someone in Fabio who's named Russia

Jane: what?

Nina: yup.

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Jeff: I hit myself in the face with an eye!

EJ: give it to me!

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Ben: what the rational number?

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Toby: I think I failed at life...

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*Jeff and Toby leave the room*

Masky: well, that was a headache

Hoodie: which one?

EJ: both.

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*Jeff walks by*

Jane: look at him, he's greasy

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Y/N: why are you only offended when Jeff says something?

EJ: because it's Jeff

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Toby: well how's this right?

Jeff: because I'm here!

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Jane: I'm going to Halifax

Jeff: Hali-fuck you

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Sally: I saw a girl and she was young

Y/N: you're young

Sally: I'm 8

Y/N: exactly, young.

Sally: so you're a grandma?

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Toby: fellas, if you need me, I'll be living inside this cabinet

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Y/N: I'm afraid of togetherness

[pattonvirglsanders]

Wicked characters as things my friends have said ✨✨

Glinda: Did you know that humans can hear with their ears?

Elphaba: Mayyybbbee your right

Fiyero: YEAH YOU ARE.....wait-

Glinda: Would you like some yummy yum yums?

Boq: I don’t like confrontation......USUALLY-

Glinda: O is for ugly!

Elphaba: Well then you’re a noodle!

Fiyero: What type of noodle?

Elphaba: A weak noodle!

Fiyero: Weak isn’t a type of noodle!

Elphaba: Then you’re spaghetti!

Boq: No not spaghetti, it’s too nice. What about that weird chickpea pasta?

Glinda: I just have a fifth sense for those things

Glinda: I let you sleep in my orphan cot and this is the thanks I get?!

Glinda: Ah it’s melting and covered in hair! I’ll throw it out

Elphaba: IM melting and covered in hair! Are you gonna throw ME out?

Fiyero: I have a politician- a PETITION- I don’t have a man I have an idea

Boq: Cuocally described as quote, “a bitch”, unquote

Elphaba to a telemarketer: I’m already dead

Fiyero: *sobbing* LEMON SQUARES

Fiyero: I am secure in the fact that I am a pretty, pretty princess

Fiyero: My trash food has nothing to do with my mental disabilities

Elphaba: My best friend had to murder me, it was SO MUCH FUN

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what did you think about wiege miss raven …

It was cute 🥰

BRO 💀 LUKA IS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE AND DOWN BAD FOR HYUNA… He’s smiling like a kid in a candy store and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush when a GUN is pointed at his head??? Wanting to run to her and embrace her anyway, with zero regard for his own situation or how she might react negatively to him??? Kissing her missing poster (even though kissing isn’t really a thing in their society?) He’s literally SO mentally ill and obsessed with her… This is toxic and codependent het, I KNOW IT IS 👁️👄👁️

The song this time was admittedly not my favorite, honestly (its tone is sort of haunting)—but I love what it represents… A pure lullaby, holding all the hope for a peaceful and happy future. It’s probably one of the few songs Luka ever sang without intent to manipulate or harm his duet partner.

I loved seeing more gaps in the story being filled in!! Mizi after being rescued and Hyuna trying to calm her down, Hyunwoo’s presence in general, Hyuna competing in Alien Stage, Luka and the other children in Anakt Garden… Ooogh, and those flashes to an alternate universe where everyone is alive, well, and involved in their passions… Luka and Hyuna with their matching rings (not sure if they’re promise bands, engagement rings, or wedding rings)?? It was nice but I feel like I might not be as invested in their relationship if that AU lacks the ✨ spice ✨ of being enemies.

LITTLE LUKA WAS SO PRECIOUS BUT ALSO SUCH A LONER LOSER OTL Laying his head against her… Him sitting under that tree alone and huddled up, counting his fingers to pass the time… Hyuna casually joining him… The pure joy that brings him… Hyuna going in for what seems to be a hug, only for the scene to cut to her body slumping on his AFTER BEING SHOT WHILE PROTECTING HIM 💀 That was absolutely FOUL…

TILL, MY BELOVED SON… He didn’t show up a lot this song, but I loved seeing him having so much freedom and creativity. Spray painting, drawing, just acting like a Normal Human Being and not constantly lashing out and being violently subdued 💦 I always feel like I’ve been punched in the gut myself when he’s harmed. Poor guy… He deserves all the happiness in the world.

dhjsvajFagfDah DONmT yhINK i FORgoT MIZI eiThER. Girliepop is fr going through it??? Still having trauma visions of Sua… LOSING HYUNA NOW… and now she’s left with that fucker whose ass she beat in a fit of rage 😭 which does NOT bode well. THE MURDER IN MIzi’S EYES AT THE ENd, HOLY ShIT. I am half expecting the next installment to just be her wailing on Luka, maybe blaming him for what happened to Hyuna and still holding a grudge for using Sua’s death in such a despicable way.

Hyuna’s final words to Luka were so 👌 It wasn’t too long, it wasn’t too short… It was the perfect length and it conveyed everything she needed to tell him. How important he truly is to her, how she hates him because she loves him; he is and always was her one and only weakness, how all she wishes in her final moments is for Luka to live life to its fullest—even the ugly bits. That he should forgive himself and love himself no matter what…

“Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”

P.S. I feel like I definitely got lost on some parts of the story 😅 I wasn’t sure how to interpret that scene where Luka was covered in blood and there were a bunch of his dead clones (?) in tanks?? Is the implication supposed to be that the aliens were trying to make the perfect performer and the Luka we know now is the ideal test tube baby…? I see his hand on what appears to be a control panel of some kind?? So did he accidentally kill the clones?? And I’m not sure why the random gunman tried to shoot Luka. Isn’t Hyuna the leader of the resistance? Why didn’t she command them to stop? Why did she throw herself in harm’s way instead? Was it a spur of the moment or adrenaline fueled move? Did the gunman really dislike Luka or what he represents + want to kill him so badly they disregarded orders to let him go?

P.P.S. Sorry to Ivan fans… I do not have much to remark on other than the opinion I have always held, which is “Man has killer eyelashes.”

P.P.P.S. I actually didn’t cry! 👍 vxjsneksksk I live for angst like this, so I was eating it all up like a bag of chips.

Really looking forward to seeing where things will go from here on out! The resistance is lacking a leader now; will Mizi step up?! What’s going to happen to Luka, is he going to be taken as a hostage and slowly come around to join the resistance? How are the aliens going to retaliate? Will the competitor even continue at this rate? So many interesting questions!

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 18. Something more than immediate joy

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: angst

— WORDCOUNT: 2.2k

— A/N: Hello, my dears! It's been so, so long since I updated this fic 🖤 I've mostly been busy with work, but I've been working on it in the meanwhile. And I'm happy to say I have all the chapters ready! I will be posting them in short order. Thank you for waiting 🫂💐✨

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs @mrsjobarnes

People always want something more than immediate joy or that deeper sense called happiness. — Leadership Secrets of the Bene Gesserit

She knew she wasn’t welcome to Feyd’s council, not while his troops were there. Although Feyd himself either didn’t care or sometimes even wanted her there, his generals never did. She, as a rule, didn’t care about attending either. The information she might’ve squeezed out of the harsh Harkonnen speech wasn’t worth the enmity of those who saw the Bene Gesserit as a threat. In a way, she supposed, she protected Feyd as well. No doubt, having her there would’ve seemed weak, and a departure from his uncle’s ways.

But today, she wanted to attend, at least in the small way she could afford to.

She’d had breakfast with Feyd and kept to an unusual silence throughout. He seemed to understand, or sympathise, so he let her keep her silence. She spoke to him only by holding his hand, just as she had that morning in bed, after they woke up, before he wore his armour… The ink paint on his teeth was fading, but today he hadn’t seemed to care. It was a pity, she thought. She’d come to enjoy sitting in his lap, holding his face still, drawing black lines in his mouth while he deigned to grin.

And after they ate together a meal that was remarkably scant in Spice, she walked him to his council room. That great big ugly yellow hall from which Duke Atreides had once held court.

“You know you can stand at my side,��� he told her, his cold eyes fixed on her. “My men won’t dare say anything.”

“What they don’t dare to say, they will think. And on top of their thoughts about me, they’ll pile up resentment of you.”

Feyd grumbled. He knew that she was right, and it angered him to admit it even to himself. So he left her outside the great doors and had them close behind him, only a pair of guards remaining outside.

And she went and sat down on a stone bench to the side, little more than a sandy-brown slab on squat stilts, and listening. She couldn’t hear what went on behind those doors. They had been carved, undoubtedly, thick enough that no human ears could perceive anything from beyond them. And the distant trotting of servants cleaning up after the morning and preparing for the afternoon was a bit unhelpful, filling up her peripheral senses with distractions, but once she stilled herself, she could concentrate. It was almost like her meditations, except this time her focus was without, rather than within. Mild vibrations still travelled through those doors, and other things even more subtle. As she closed her eyes, she quieted her thoughts and feelings, and allowed herself to be filled with a sense of things that passed through her. Murmurs, emotions, the distant stamping of feet that her own could pick up through the floor… After a few minutes of this, she could even hazard a distance, guessing who was standing where within the room.

She could feel Feyd’s words, in a way, their energy tasting like a dark cloud on the palate of her mouth, cushioned in the silence of the soldiers around him. She could feel them as well, their fear and confusion, although as usual, there was hardly any doubt. It wasn’t something bred into the Harkonnens, critical thinking… The range of emotions that flowed from the room, radiating in a circular pattern like static, were coloured by anger, exhaustion, and spite, and oil-flavoured water, and manic spice dreams, and fear. She filled her lungs with a deep breath and exhaled it out slowly, as if trying to squeeze out the poison.

By the end, she was nearly squirming in her seat, her spine crushed with an unknown weight that she couldn’t shake off. But then the doors opened, and the generals walked out, and what remained was the silence of Feyd’s nervous presence. She got up and went to him. One sharp look was all that took for the guards to close the doors behind her. A few months ago, she’d have been struck for being so presumptuous, but it seemed now everyone accepted her to be his Bene Gesserit.

“It went well, I take it,” she quietly said as she approached him. His figure leaned against the table, its surface seeming oddly dead now that the holographic maps were turned off.

“Went horribly. But what else on this planet is new?” he grumbled, kicking the table with his boot as he leaned back against it.

She approached him with a caress on his arm, bent and crossed with the other over his chest, and soon she was embracing him, the soft black of her robes falling over the black of his armour.

“Do they disagree?” she asked.

“They don’t dare disagree. They can’t afford to. They would die.”

She held him, resting her chin over his shoulder, and soon she felt him uncoil and wrap a strong arm around her waist. He pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck.

“And so you’re afraid they’ll disobey, instead…”

“It would be a first,” she muttered. “But yes, they might.”

“What Harkonnen soldier worth his water would dare turn back from killing Fremen,” she asked with a bitter smile.

Feyd chuckled bitterly, the sound reverberating through her bones.

“They don’t care about killing Fremen. Not really. These soldiers,” he sighed, pulling away from her to look into her eyes, “they just want to save their miserable little lives, and eat and fuck and shit and sleep. Hardly better than animals.”

She smiled, indulging him and not disagreeing much, even to herself.

“They want what everyone wants.”

“Don’t defend them,” said Feyd, pulling back sharply to grab her gaze with his cold one. “They will die. And they have to accept it.”

Defending Harkonnen soldiers, brutal and cruel as the Sardaukar without the same measure of skill, was among the last things she’d ever wanted to do. But now, knowing where Feyd’s plans could lead them, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity. Then again, it was her plan too. The spice had shown her this path, one among so many that could narrowly lead them to victory.

“I do accept it,” she quietly said.

His hand came up from around her waist, fingers caressing her cheek, and then he gripped her jaw to hold her still.

“So start acting like it,” he hissed in his distinctive rasp.

He wanted to seem angry, but even now she felt those bitter flavours she had felt while eaves-dropping on his meeting with the generals. The subtle reverberations of sound that could reveal to the seasoned Bene Gesserit even one’s inner thoughts as they thought them to themselves. He wasn’t angry, he was scared. And she, as she often did since beginning to know him, felt sorry for him. It was her instinctive response as a woman, to want to soothe the aches of a little boy, even one as badly behaved as him. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed his cold, dry lips.

And rather than growing more gentle, Feyd’s grasp of her only got harder. She hadn’t expected anything else, of course, so she smiled. He pulled her waist right against his, and moved his grip to the back of her neck, tilting her head slightly backward as he returned the kiss a little deeper. Her arms came up around his shoulders and her fingers moved gently at the back, caressing the back of his skull in a way that, were he in a better mood, would make him purr.

“Is that what you like?” she asked, pulling away with a breathless smile. “You will live. And they will die.”

“Yes. That’s what I like,” he said, staring at her parted lips.

“And if you should die instead…?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he chuckled.

She wished he would have had some hair, so that she could tug on it. “If you died, what use would they have of me? They’d kill me before the Baron got here.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” he grinned. “I think they’d have their fun, then put you in a little box for my uncle.”

“Yes,” she sighed, smiling faintly. “You’re probably right.”

“I am right. I know these men. So, are you still sorry that they’ll soon be dead?”

“I’m not sorry. Not really. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Why me?” he asked, and he seemed genuinely curious. Did she perceive something that he couldn’t? Was she aware of things she hadn’t shared with him? She was Bene Gesserit, so of course she did… It broke his heart a little that he could never fully trust her, but he wished he did.

She cupped the back of his head, much like he did to her, but gentler, and stretched a thumb out to brush it to the sharp edge of his jaw. He was so big-bodied and strong, much stronger than her, and yet for all of it he was just as fragile. His princeling skin was soft, his body delicately boned and proportioned, a piece of art suspended in the air of time.

“Because you have the most to lose if you fail,” she said.

He bit back some angry reply and breathed out through his nostrils, every bit the bull that stood for his House’s sigil. But his hands were gentle when they gripped her face, and pulled her closer for a kiss.

He left her for more meetings, this time with the mentats alone, poring over holomaps and the puzzle-pieces of the sietches they had mapped across the north. She wasn’t there for any of that, but she didn’t need to be. It was the meeting with the generals that counted, and although she felt their unease reverberating through the very rock of the palace for the rest of the day she knew, just as well as they did, that there was no turning back. Feyd was not Rabban, but nobody dared question him, even when the orders sounded cruel.

To his credit, Feyd had built up a reserve of confidence from his troops by making wise decisions and minimising casualties. He reached into this pool of good will every now and then, but always made sure he left plenty behind. As she wrung her hands in her black lap at nightfall, waiting for him to come to their bedroom, she wished he had enough.

Feyd seemed to share none of her concerns, however. He strode into the room confidently, if a little angry, and after shedding his armour like it were a beggar’s rags and crawling into bed with her, he closed his eyes and buried his face into her neck. And just like many nights before, she wrapped her arms around him and curled her fingers across his skull and traced random circular patterns designed to make him fall asleep. He kissed her throat, just like he often did, and squeezed her a bit tighter, and with a heavy laziness dragged a leg to straddle hers, but didn’t move much further than that.

“I’ve been thinking,” he quietly rasped.

“A dangerous exercise.”

“Don’t joke. I’ve been thinking… about our conversation this afternoon.”

“And?”

“If it all goes wrong… and if the Fremen don’t behave the way we think they would… and if my uncle catches wind of it and swoops down to stop it all…”

“You’d go from being the Harkonnen heir and Planetary Governor of the most valuable known planet to being dead, my dear,” she whispered against his forehead.

“From one trap to another,” he muttered bitterly. “What good’s a Barony or Governorship if I can’t go where I want, or choose who to be? Arguably, a grave’s far freer.”

“Yes, well, I can’t go wherever I want to either,” she chuckled.

“No… But you at least have hope that you could.”

She held him a little tighter then. It stuck in her heart like a shard of ice, the idea that he was willing to go through with their plot while having no hope of its success himself.

“And you see it sometimes too, don’t you?” Feyd asked. “When you’ve overfed yourself on spice —”

“You’re the one to blame for that.”

“And you enjoyed it,” he said, looking up at her with a hint of teasing in those cold blue eyes. “You see yourself in other places. And it feels real.”

“Maybe it is real. Sometime, far from this time. Maybe it’s the only version of time where we’re both alive, and maybe that’s why I can see it.”

He hummed, not really believing her, and not denying it as well. “That’s because death would be a load of nothing, wouldn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, if there’s only one sort of future you can see, in all the times you’ve taken spice, it sounds like that road is pretty narrow.”

“A good thing, then, that I have a little prince with such fine, delicate feet,” she teased.

Feyd grumbled and scratched his blunt nails against her ribs in warning, but she could feel his smile against her skin. “Careful, woman.”

She cupped the back of his head with her hand and planted a slow kiss against his forehead. “You be careful, too,” she whispered.

[pencilofawesomeness]

i request the whole dragon fam (httyds) in ugly christmas sweaters

Anon. Dear Anon. I referred to you to myself and to my friends as Gutsy Anon because man, requesting 11 people was a bold move. However. However.... You won because I am weak to these 11 gremlins and the idea got away from me. I actually had a ton of fun with this so uh.... Thanks for letting me go wild, Gutsy Anon :D✨

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Fun Fact: Four of these are more or less real clothing items you can purchase. One is one I own. Some are just inspired by the sheer amount of designs I have looked for this project. The rest I really wish exist but sadly only exist in my head.

[donalddork]

Why do people hate Sakura Haruno so much?

Is there any valid reasons or is there none, and they just simply don’t like her character?

I’ve asked my brothers, and it’s always “she’s useless” and “she’s weak,” even though I’ve shown them countless times how she’s very useful and not weak at all. Then they start comparing her to Sasuke and Naruto and saying how she might be able to beat the other characters I’ve shown them, but she can’t beat Sasugay and Naruto. Which is just so “bffr” because who tf could? 💀 Those crazy amped up powerhouse’s. No one’s beating them, except those crazily overpowered villains, but even then, those villains don’t stand a chance either. 

Then they start going after her appearance and comparing her to other girl characters. How she’s ugly, flat chested, and has a big forehead. How Hinata and Ino are better looking and are way more useful. That if Sakura was gone it wouldn’t even mess up the story because Ino could just do what Sakura does and heal people and whatever.

Last, they go after her personality and her actions. Which I can honestly understand, as I used to be the biggest Sakura hater when I was younger because I thought she was the most annoying fan girl ever. And the way she would take shots at Naruto (as in insult him) and hit him, had me fuming from my ears and wanting to bang her head on a rock. Then I got older and realized that she was just a kid, and that she was way better in the manga. Her animated version was just done dirty.

Idk, I just feel like a lot of the Sakura hate is forced. Sakura is just a little cutie 🤭🩷✨

[dollieguts1010]

KICKINCHICKEN HEADCANONS

• He's very competitive at sports (he always loses to Hoppy)

(he's competitive but not mean)

• He's 12 years old

• His best friends are Bubba Bubbaphant and Hoppy Hopscotch

• His favorite food is pizza

• His pronouns are He/Him/His

• He's Pansexual but he's in the closet (the closet is made out of glass and the doors are wide open)

• He's a mixed breed of the Orpington and the Leghorn Light-Brown

• The only ones that doesn't know that he's pansexual is his parents (if they did know they would be very supportive)

• He's MADLY in love with Hoppy

• He was born with a condition that caused his feathers to stay permanently yellow. Because of that, he looks much younger than the rest of his family

• In his family, he is the only one that knows and can how to fly

(tho he tries not to use it so much)

• HATES looking weak in front his friends (especially Hoppy)

• He doesn't like to tell people when he's scared so, if he tells does you that, then that means he REALLY must trust you

• He's surprisingly good at cooking/baking and every once in awhile if he's in a good mood, he will bring some kind of sweet treat

• Is a soda addict

• He's great at voice impressions

• He will always have a random pack of bubblegum on him

His favorite sports are basketball, football, and soccer

• He respect Dogday as a friend and leader however, he does think that Dogday is a bit naive when it comes to trusting strangers

• He likes mudwrestling with Picky and Hoppy

• Him and Hoppy have a workout routine

• Him, Bubba, Dogday help out Picky with farm work

• He likes to do art and crafts with Crafty and likes being her model for her artwork

• He likes sour candy

• He's a heavy sleeper

• He likes to make a makeshift nest out of blankets and pillows

• The only kind of reading he likes is reading comic books

• When he gets stress out he starts ripping his feathers out

• He gets very creeped out by Catnap

• Has a healthy relationship with his parents

• He idolizes his father and wants to be like him when he gets older

• He likes to go surfing with his father

• Randy (Kickin's father) loves to tease Kickin due to the fact that he knows that Kickin is in love with Hoppy, Like if Randy sees Kickin admiring Hoppy from the distance he'll just say something like "Hey, what'cha doing buddy? Are you checking out your GIRLFRIEND!!!!" then Kickin will get embarrassed and just yell at his dad "Dad! C'mon! what's wrong with you?!"

• His parents and Hoppy's parents have known each other for a very long time

• He has a great relationship with Holly and Henry (Hoppy's parents)

• Is a video game lover

• Likes to wrestle with Dogday

• He often armwrestles with Hoppy or Bubba (he always loses)

• He sees Dogday as his brother

• Sometimes he'll just randomly go to Dogday's house and spend the night there for no reason

• Likes playing fetch with Dogday

• Him and Dogday often play basketball together

• He legit will spend half an hour just staring at the mirror and just admiring himself

• He likes it when the girls puts makeup on him and dolls him up, he likes feeling like a femqueen 😌💅✨

• From time to time, he likes picking flowers and gardening with his mother

• Likes stargazing with Hoppy

• He'll be on the phone with Hoppy for HOURS

• He often listens to 80's music

• He loves action and comedy movies

• During molting season Kickin gets very insecure about his looks and thinks he looks ugly due to his lack of feathers so, he hides in his house until it's over

• Only Hoppy is allowed to see him during molting season

• He has a secret sketchbook that he hides under his mattress that is just COVERED in doodles of Hoppy with tiny pink and red hearts over the pages

• When ever he wants to draw on his secret sketchbook, his always makes sure he's home alone first then, he'll lock himself in his bedroom then hide underneath his bed

• Has a big potty mouth and if he gets hurt or something really happens, all hell brakes loose

• He makes his own at-home action movies

• He's fluent in spanish and japanese

• He plays the drums and guitar

• Is a surprisingly good singer and is a great dancer

• If someone calls him out when he's crying he'll just say "I'm not crying you are!" or "I have dust in my eye!"

• Will put himself in danger so he can protect his friends

• Picks out the coolest looking rocks that he can find at the beach and gives them to his friends or keeps them

• Pulls harmless pranks with Hoppy

• Is a pro at skating/surfing

• Owns 10 different kinds of skateboards and owns 5 different kinds of rollerblades

• Want to own a motorcycle when he gets older

• Likes to go to the beach, to collect shells, pretty rocks, go swimming and surfing

• Gives little nicknames to his friends

• Loves roadtrips and always calls shotgun for the front seat

• Loves messing with Bubba any chance he gets

• He often calls Bubba "nerd or "brainiac"

• He often calls Hoppy "Hops" or "Hopscotch"

• Firework enjoyer

• Every Friday night, Him, Picky, and Hoppy will out and eat some pizza together

• Is money smart not book smart

• Knows when he goes too far

• Sometimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time

• Sometime has the most RANDOM BEEF with Crafty for no reason

• Gossip with the girlies

• Likes racing Hoppy (he always loses)

• Once accidentally broke Hoppy's leg while playing soccer

(somebody pls understand the reference)

• Likes and trys to make others feeling better about themselves when they're down in the dumps

• Is the best at coming up with witty comeback

• Him and Hoppy often have roasting sessions that lasts at least an 35 minutes (the others just sit back relax and enjoy the free show)

• Takes at least 15 minutes when he's combing his "hair" (feathers)

• He has a whole box of hair products

• If his "hair" is wet before he goes to sleep, he puts on a bonnet so that when he wakes up in the morning his "hair" isn't all frizzy and messy

• He has a whole 20 minutes skin-care routine before bed

• Will defense his friends in a physical or verbal fight

• He'll defend what he thinks is right, even when no one agrees with him

• He'll often come home all bruised and beat up, because he was defending his friends or defending someone who couldn't defend themselves from mean older kids (his parents get so scared every time he comes home all beaten up)

(can someone draw a comic of this? pls🙏)

• He's favorite color is reddish orange

• Is a junk food lover

• Hates broccoli

• Has a plushie that he vents too

• Has a baby sister named CeeCee and is very protective of her (he's not afraid to throw hands with anyone who tries to hurt her)

• He's the one who gave CeeCee her name when she was born

• He's really good at handling and taking care of CeeCee

• Sometimes his parents will find him resting in CeeCee's nest while cuddling her (they think it's so cute)

• May act all cool, brave, and confident but he's actually a bit insecure about himself (he's really good at hiding it)

• If you dare him to do something he WILL do it (especially if it involves money)

• Underneath his feathers he has tons of scars and bruises from either a bunch of stupid dares or protecting his friends or other kids from meaner older kids

• Dance Rush and DDR enjoyer

• Can NOT handle spicy food! He will cry and throw up if he eats spicy food

• Has lots of karaoke nights with his friends

• Has been childhood friends with Hoppy since they were 6 years old

• Has known Dogday since he was baby chick

• He has a great relationship with Dawn (Dogday's mother) and sees her as his second mother

• Mentally freaks out if he sees somebody eating chicken

• He will throw up if he accidentally eats chicken

• He used to have a crush on Bubba when he was younger

• He also had a small crush on Craftycorn for a while

• He makes little shell bracelets and necklaces as gifts

• Sometimes he gets worried that he's not "manly enough"

• He's secretly insecure about himself, but he's really good at hiding it, so the other critters don't know about his insecurities and just think that he's the "cool, cocky, and confident one of the group"

• He peeps like a baby chick and flaps his arms when he's extremely happy or excited

• He clucks when he laughs

• He also clucks when he sneezes

• When he's shocked or startled he will lose his feathers

• Him and Dogday often go bowling together

• He was the 1st to join the Smiling Critters

• His star necklace was gifted to him by Dogday

• He breaks and chips his star pendant a lot on accident

• Has the most immature humor in the group

(if he hears something that sounds slightly dirty, he'll just start laughing)

• He once broke his arm while riding a skateboard

• Him and his family live in a giant treehouse that's on the beach

That's all for now!

*I will add more later!*

[august-anon]

ayup!! came over from ao3 cause i loved a fic of yours i came across so much and was gonna just tell you i love your writing but then you mentioned you had prompts open and now im staring up at you with the most autistic eyes ever. i have perhaps too many ideas.

obviously these are just ideas and i know i have like a billion so please don’t feel obligated to do all of them tbh im literally just going omg batfam author to yap about tickles and sillies to

- jason and tim - the two have been through a lot. i personally really like the headcannon that jason hated tim at first and thought he was his replacement and the begrudgingly became attached to him and secretly loves him dearly and tries to take care of him and be a good brother. there’s a few things you could do. tim can overhear him being like ‘no he’s my replacement i don’t care about him’ or jason can say something that sounded a little too genuine when he was pissed and tim was having a bad day. no matter how they end up there it’s basically a ‘tim is upset and hurt by jason and jason is like oh shit i have to actually let this kid know i care about him’. one thing leads to another and jason decides he needs his timmy smiles fix for the day

- damian doesn’t like his laugh. or his smile. he was taught that it was pure weakness and was ugly and childish. his brother (any of them tbh) thinks this is an outrage and wants to show him that it’s not. and also that they love his laugh and he deserves to be able to smile more. not that he will. he’s a grumpy little shit. but that doesn’t matter

- jason and dick are having a playful argument over who’s the better big brother. tim gets caught in the middle. throw damian in there too if you’d like. he’s so silly and god knows his brothers have too much fun tickling him to death

- jason and tim aren’t quite.. close yet. they’re on fine enough terms but they’re not reallllyyyy friendly. they’re getting there but they have a long way to go. tim says goodbye to any peace he has left the day jason finds out he’s ticklish. and jason is in denial about being soft for his little brother who he’s vehemently denying is his brother but lets face it he can’t escape it for long.

- soft christmas fluff with the four of them. that’s it that’s the post just brotherly holiday snuggles and playfulness and tickles and family shenanigans

- dick decides jason needs a reminder that HE is HIS older brother and thus absolutely deserves big brother rights. those rights involve tickling jay to pieces by the way

- damian and jason trauma bond over damian’s mother and the pit and all the shit they were put through. jason decides to remind damian that they won’t let him go back there and they’re both in such a better place with better people and in the wayne manor, being an edgy little brat gets you punished with tickles.

- tim being hit with fear toxin and being convinced that jason hates him and the whole family hates him and basically spills all of his worst fears and abandonment issues to jason. jason comforts him and cuddles him and swears he’ll kill him if he tells anyone he’s being soft. the next day, tim is really anxious that he made jason upset and jason tells him to stop being stubborn and accept his brotherly love. with tickles of course. i love these two can you tell?

- grayson is being a little shit. jason and damian are sick of his shit. sick is being a gremlin and on jason’s watch, gremlins get tickled. and it certainly helps to help damian understand that even though dick torments him with tickles constantly, the only punishment dami will receive for fighting back… is more tickles

ANYWAYS IM DONE YAPPING FOR NOW

hope you’re having a great day!!!! drink some water and take care of yourself!! hope you enjoyed the rant <33

-Frosty anon

(signing as anon cause i don’t want other people tracing this ask back to me cause im ✨anxious✨)

Frosty!!! Welcome!!!!! I am staring RIGHT BACK at you with ALSO the most autistic eyes ever omg!!!! autism to autism communication happening in this chili's tonight

prompts are indeed open yes, and omg so many thank you so much for the ideas!!!!! i am so excited about these!!!!

BUT: i am gonna ask you to do smth for me here lol

for my prompts, i tend to hoard the asks in my inbox until i write them/as i write them so i dont lose them/forget about them entirely (got that adhd object permanence unfortunately lol, if i post them and be like "prompt accepted i'll be working on it!!" i Will Not Remember and it will never get written/finished lol) SO -- i am gonna ask you, if you could, to resend (at least some of) these in their own asks so i dont lose them all lol

i've had people send in two prompts in an ask at a time before and that i can manage, i just have to make sure to be writing them at the same time/making sure theyre done right after each other so i dont forget lol, but with this many prompts in one ask i think i Will need them separated because otherwise my adhd will just go "whoop" and delete the memories from my brain 😭

idk if tumblr has a limit on how many asks you can send? i think they used to have a daily limit, so as to prevent spamming and such, but would it be too much to ask you to resend some of these individually? i just dont wanna forget about them!!!

the only ones i was considering possibly turning away are:

4th prompt (Jason and Tim relationship exploration/development, Jason in denial about Tim being his brother/being soft for him) because it sounds very similar to Brother's Forged in Laughter -- BUT if you really really wanted that one done, I'd be down to try and write something fresh for the idea!

5th prompt (Christmas fluff one) because i love the idea/thought of it and i adore the concept but also, i'm not quite sure what i would do with it/how at this point in time? it feels very open ended lol, and so the autism is like "i dont know where to go with it 😭" sdjfhjsdfh -- BUT, again, if you really wanted something done I could give it a whirl!! (and if you had any ideas about more specifics, either plot or smth else idk, that may also help sdkjfdhf)

So yeah, those were the only ones I was considering turning down, and the reasoning for why, BUT like i said, I'd still be happy to give them a try if you would like them written!! I hate to turn down prompts!!!

and also -- i ask that you are patient with me in how long it could take me to get to these prompts lol. I currently have like.... 20 or so? prompts in my inbox waiting for me to finish them sdkjfdh and some from as far back as January because i am a Slowwww creature of the creative arts. So -- as long as you're cool with being patient/possibly having to wait a little while before i get to these, i would be MORE than happy to take these prompts from you, Frosty!!!!! I just would ask for them individually so that my adhd cannot forget about them and disappoint you sdkjfhdf if its not too much trouble to ask that of you!

ALWAYS feel free to come yap and rant in my inbox though, prompts or not!! it makes me so happy to hear from everyone, and my autistic little heart jumps for joy every time someone wants to talk batfam with me dskfhdsfh and make it even cuter by adding tickles and sillies into the mix

(also -- no shame or harm in signing off as an anon!! I welcome it!! you are far from the only one, plenty of folks dont want the tickle stuff traced back to their blogs and keep anonymous. you are welcome here in whatever capacity you choose to be!! thank you for joining us and for all the wonderful ideas!!!)

[whtybsshe]

So hc: Hyugas do not usually have a lavender tint. Their eyes are mostly blank, but it doesn’t mean anything (to them) when it has a colourful tint. Hinatas doe eyes are sparkly with the lavender nuance, whereas Nejis are dead. Before his father and Hinatas mother died and after the Chunin exam, his eyes have a very faint golden tint ✨.

With that, here’s a small excerpt of their preliminary fight:

Neji expected Hinata to fold, to give in, and tried her best to avoid him, as she had always done. Destiny was undoubtedly unwavering in its call. Her weakness and compliance pleased his argument. He’d think it was something that he thought both had silently agreed upon. Whatever they’d do, the pathways as main and branch house, was unchangeable. He didn’t quite care to notice the “elder brother” honorific she always seemed to add. It seemed a pathetic attempt to try and mellow his tone , nothing else.

In some ways, he might’ve blocked her tenketsu without notice, his speed had overwhelmed her facade of being in the offence. However, Hinata didn’t care about winning or even living for that matter.

His eyes had only scraped the surface of her psyche. He expected her to give in the moment he had scared her into doing so. But even behind her tears, or her shivers, her eyes had never once drifted to the proctor. The cheers, which felt like a wave of mockery behind his back, had been a support of her. It was the first time he had seen what she was made of. Flowers? Privilege? Weakness? No, he had made a grave mistake. Humans were much more complex than that. From cells, blood, organs, bones, muscles, skin and chakra. To flowers and privilege and weakness. She wasn’t someone whose skin only shimmered and popped softly with each of his hits. It scratched, it bled, it became ugly and dirty. Her voice was hoarse, not a soft whisper, but hitched gasps every time he dealt damage to her. But most of all, it was a look in her eyes that didn’t just get that tint of lavender. They shone. They sparked. They sparkled.

[simp4konig]

My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀

Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn���t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.

But that’s just my little HC 😌

Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌

No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...

... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33

König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺

+ father König drabbles🤭

Word count: ~2022

*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗

*General headcannons for König

Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee

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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.

To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.

Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.

Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.

As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.

Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.

Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.

It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.

Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.

So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.

For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.

Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.

Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.

All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.

Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.

Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:

"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".

You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.

He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.

Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.

Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀

Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.

"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"

Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐

...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭

I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭

I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)

As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.

She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.

"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "

Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:

"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."

The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.

"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.

A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."

Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.

"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"

Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.

Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.

On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺

Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼‍♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩

Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.

Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.

What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.

Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.

Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.

And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.

If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.

Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.

He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:

Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;

Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;

Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.

The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔

Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.

All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.

If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.

He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.

To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.

He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.

His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.

Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.

Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.

Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨

Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.

A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.

Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...

...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️

...

Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...

...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼‍♀️💫✨🧚‍♀️💓

Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head💓💓 😍😍😍

*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍

[melaninquill]

What They’ll Never Take From Me | Nanami Kento x Black!OC | Modern AU | Angst + Fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen; this story is a work of fiction inspired by my personal experiences as an adoptee, written to reflect the real-world struggles adoptive families and Black women may face, not to criticize adoption itself.

Summary:

Amara Nanami always dreamed of building a family, even when life told her it wouldn’t happen the way she planned. Adoption gave her joy beyond measure, but not everyone sees it that way. After overhearing cruel PTA moms calling her a “fake” mother, and questioning why Nanami married her at all, Amara spirals into doubt and heartbreak. But Nanami and their sweet, dinosaur-loving toddler Yuuji, remind her that love, not blood, makes a family.

Modern AU. Hurt, healing, and a whole lot of snuggles under glow-in-the-dark stars.

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Author’s Note:

This story is close to my heart. As someone who was adopted, I’ve lived through uncomfortable questions and ignorant judgments about what makes a “real” family. This story is not a critique of adoption—in fact, adoption is something I cherish—but an exploration of the harmful things people say and the quiet battles we fight to hold onto our joy.

If you’ve ever felt “othered” in your own family, or made to feel like love alone wasn’t enough: this story is for you. ❤️

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Content Warnings:

Hurtful comments about infertility and adoption

Anti-Black microaggressions and subtle racism

Emotional distress, self-doubt

Hurt/Comfort, family fluff

Word count: 1077

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✨ Fic below the cut ✨

"Mama! Look!"

Amara crouched down, the morning light spilling over the kitchen floor, painting a soft halo around her son as he stomped proudly in his dinosaur socks.

"My shoes are on the right feet this time!"

She grinned, teeth showing, eyes warm. His joy was sunlight breaking through the cracks in her chest.

"You did that all by yourself?" she asked, voice filled with mock shock.

Yuuji nodded so hard his pink curls bounced under his beanie.

"Baby, even if you wore them backwards, sideways, or upside down, I’d still be proud of you. But this—" she tapped his sneaker gently, "—this is next-level genius behavior."

He squealed with laughter and threw his sticky little arms around her neck. "Love you, Mama."

Her breath hitched. She held him tighter, cheek resting against his jacket, her short coily afro brushing against his soft curls.

"I love you more, sunshine. Forever and ever."

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The daycare smelled faintly of finger paint and graham crackers. She dropped him off, kissed his cheek, and steeled herself.

PTA meetings weren’t warzones. But sometimes they felt like battlefields dressed up in cupcakes and fake smiles.

Today was no different.

The room buzzed with polite chatter. Laughter too sharp to be kind.

"Your hair is so... fun," one mom smiled, eyes sliding over Amara’s short coils. "Very expressive."

Another chimed in, sipping her coffee with that familiar condescension. "It’s nice that Nanami-san is... open-minded. Not every man could handle someone so... bold."

She smiled. Tired. Practiced.

Let them think what they wanted. Their approval wasn’t oxygen.

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But later—when the meeting ended and the real conversations began—she heard them.

Voices drifting through the cracked kitchen door.

"I still don’t understand why he married her. A man like that, with money, looks, status. He could’ve had anyone."

"Maybe she caught him at a weak moment. Or maybe it’s guilt. You know how some men are—they see a charity case and want to fix it."

A sharp, ugly laugh.

"And that kid? It’s not even hers. Playing mom to some stranger’s child. I’d be mortified."

Another voice, colder: "With her skin? Please. Most people probably think she’s the nanny. A hired help playing house."

Laughter, low and mean.

"And honestly, what man wants a woman who can’t give him a real family? She couldn’t give him a child, so she boughtone."

Amara froze.

She’d heard things like this before. On the train. In the grocery store. Whispered at family reunions when relatives thought she wasn’t listening.

But hearing it now—here, where her son played with theirs? Where she spent hours baking snacks and volunteering—felt like her ribs cracked open.

She left without a word.

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The car ride home blurred by.

The voice in her head was quieter but crueler than theirs.

They’re wrong. ...Aren’t they?

She glanced at the mirror. Her reflection stared back, tired and raw. Coils tight against her scalp. Dark brown skin framed by silver earrings Nanami gave her last anniversary.

She looked like herself. And yet she wondered:

Do they only see what I am not? A mother without a womb. A wife without worth.

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When she walked through the door, home smelled like roasted chicken and clean laundry. Safe things.

Nanami sat at the dining table, reading glasses slipping down his nose, tie gone, sleeves rolled.

He looked up instantly.

"You're late," he said simply, but his voice was quiet. Careful.

She forced a smile. It cracked at the edges.

"Meeting ran long. Traffic too."

He didn’t press, but she felt the weight of his gaze following her as she slipped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, finally letting her shoulders collapse.

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Dinner was quiet.

Yuuji talked endlessly about his dinosaur coloring, occasionally shoving crayon-stained fingers toward their plates to demand their attention.

But Amara tasted nothing. Heard only fragments.

And Nanami watched her with those steady, knowing eyes.

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It wasn’t until the dishes were done, the house dimmed for bedtime, that she found him putting Yuuji’s scribbled drawings on the fridge.

"You’re quiet tonight," Nanami said softly, not looking away from the magnets.

She swallowed hard. "They said things. About me. About us."

A pause.

"They said I’m not his real mother. That you married me out of pity. That I forced this family on you because... because my body couldn’t give you one."

The words dropped like stones between them.

Her voice broke. "And the worst part is... for a moment, I believed them."

Nanami set down the last drawing and turned to her, his face unreadable but his voice steady.

"I married you because you are the only home I’ve ever wanted."

He stepped closer, brushing a coil back from her cheek.

"You didn’t trap me. You saved me."

"And as for Yuuji..." His voice softened, but his jaw tensed. "He is ours because we chose him. Because you fed him when he cried. You danced with him when he laughed. You made this house a home, Amara."

She sobbed, covering her face.

"But when he’s older? When he asks why I couldn’t carry him? Why I don’t look like him?"

Nanami pulled her into his arms, his voice low against her ear.

"Then we tell him the truth. That his mother is the woman who stayed. Who carried him in her heart when her body couldn’t. Who loved him first. Who loves him still."

"You are enough. You always have been. No stranger’s words change that."

She clung to him like a drowning woman finding air. The tears finally came, hot and quiet.

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A small voice echoed from the hallway:

"Mama? Dada? Can we snuggle? The dinosaurs are lonely."

She let out a soft, broken laugh, wiping her tears against Nanami’s shoulder. He kissed the top of her head.

"Let’s go," he whispered.

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In Yuuji’s bedroom, under glow-in-the-dark stars and piles of stuffed dinosaurs, they curled up together.

Yuuji wiggled between them, safe and sleepy, his small hand finding hers.

"Can we stay like this forever?" he mumbled, eyelids drooping.

"Forever and ever," Amara whispered, her short curls brushing his temple as she kissed him goodnight.

Nanami laced their fingers across Yuuji’s chest and spoke, his voice the surest thing in the room.

"You are my forever, Amara Nanami. And no one will ever take that from us."

And in the hush of their messy, imperfect, beautiful little family, for the first time all day— she believed him.

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[theartkid15]

✨I got a little silly, so this post may contain some angsty elements than my normal posts.TW of small mentions of blood, anxiety, depression, and dysfunctional family. Scroll away now if anything listed triggers you, remember to take care of yourself ✨

I honestly feel so bad for Stone. Mainly with his rocky relationship with his older sister Avrille.

I mean, of course the possible mis treatment he faced from his parents is completely valid and justified for why he ran away and why it caused emotional damage. But at least your sibling would understand, they are in the same boat as you, right?

Wrong. At least in Stone’s world. Where your sibling instead of being your equal, they become your superior. And how even the gap in your ages drives you further away.

Avrille and Stone were never on the same page. They never had anything in common, even though Stone wanted to at least have something to connect him to his older sister, besides all the violin lessons his parents forced them to take. How at one point Avrille was looked up to by Stone. How she was the blueprint to earning his parents approval one day.

But it was never enough, anything he did to become more than a mere butler in his own house was never enough. No matter the hours spent studying meticulously for every subject to earn high grades, the time set aside for violin practice till his fingers bled, his love for science and his high achieving passions to make a better impact on Ramshackle. It. Was. Never. Enough.

To be over shadowed by Avrille’s new formula, a new candy she put on the market, anything she did came with praise and applause. Everything Stone did, only came with ridicule and criticism. It most likely became maddening after awhile. And since it had been stated by Zeddy themselves that Stone was a lab rat for Avrille, at some point I wonder if he ever felt entitled to her success. He helped her with the new formulas so she could get more candy on the market. Sure it wasn’t the most glamorous part of the procedure, but he helped.

The combination of the mistreatment, being last choice, always second best, never respected, and never being equal, it gave him justification to just give up. Grades started slipping, less effort was put into hobbies forced upon him by his parents, his aspirations and dreams slowly died, nothing was worth working towards anymore.

Stone would wonder why he was even here. Why was he here if he served no useful purpose other than dish shelves and polish dishes? Maybe his parents wanted a male heir to the family business before changing their minds when they saw how Stone was turning out to be. How he was too soft, had too much empathy, he let criticism affect him too much, he didn’t have the same drive and wit as Avrille. He was took weak. Maybe that’s why Stone is so emotionally constipated.

And then when the going got tough he just up and left, burning all his bridges. He abandoned his rivalry, friendship?, whatever it was with Tre. And he just vanished into thin air. He just left and didn’t look back, it was sudden and abrupt but his parents acted like nothing changed. That they didn’t just have a whole human being run away from them.

When Stone joined Skipp and Vinnie he was quick to analyze their dynamic. Just to see how they behaved and how it would affect him, and if they were worth being friendly with. Skipp and Vinnie were probably the first example he ever saw of a healthy relationship. Sure they bickered and threw quips at each other back and forth, but the intention to hurt the other person’s feelings was never there, they were simply joking. And that just baffled Stone completely.

But at the same time as he analyzed their relationship, it brought on a slew of more ugly emotions. People always say how there is a duo in a trio, and Stone was living that reality. At least in his mind. He was distant, for his own reasons, maybe he thought forming lasting friendships wasn’t worthwhile, or he just didn’t want to get hurt… again. Either way it affected his current relationships greatly, Vinnie didn’t know how to deal with the new member, and Skipp struggled to break down Stone’s walls.

Thankfully after a bit Stone grew at least a bit more comfortable, at least from what we see in the pilot and among other official works.

Stone’s past still greatly affects him, haunts him even ( *cough* Pebble *cough*). Where at times he sees Cen and Rigel running around Ramshackle without a care in the world. Sure those twins fight, they argue, they can say mean things to each other. But at the end of the day they will eventually make up instead of letting the tension and animosity drive them apart. Cen and Rigel at least recognize that they need each other,that they can’t survive without each other, and they are equal no matter how many times they debate who is the better twin.

And when Stone sees a sibling relationship so strong and true, it kills him. He wonders how it could be so difficult for Avrille to just treat him with basic respect. He practically glows with envy, the kind that boils your blood, twist your stomach into knots while curling around your wretched heart. At least he has friends, and Stone will realize that family doesn’t have to stop at blood relations.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed!!!!! I just wanted to over analyze the Emo twink a bit, since once you think about it his story is lowkey really tragic. My heart goes out to all the people who kin Stone. I love yall and I’ll see ya soon 😙

- 🪻✨🔮💫💜☀️🪐🌟🌙⭐️

[candycanedaddy]

🍀🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸

✨🐾~• March 1st: 2025 •~🐾✨

Life gets easier when you realize you deserved better all along.

Got my steppy steps in!

✨🐾~•March 2nd, 2025•~🐾✨

Meep Meep It’s Coffee Time & Rest Days! I can’t stop thinking about how much better life is getting.

I’m enjoying the warmer days, but I’m praying this summer isn’t going to be too hot if it’s in the upper 70’s now.

🥴Today is hella wiiiimmby doe & chillier than the upper 70’s. 🥰

Rest day today!

✨🐾~•March 3rd, 2025•~🐾✨

Woke up motivated, feeling hella good about myself & ready for the day. It’s time for ballet, and I’m looking forward to my walk after ballet back home <33 it’s kinda breezy & chilly again so im using a light jacket. My goal is to get my steps in, modify the workouts to up the intensity to stay on track for the summer and hanging out with the homies! I’d love to get involved with some of my film buddies projects for once to start getting something for my resume as an actor.

The benefit of being single, untouchable & not fucking anyone is the ability to not answer to anyone’s call and prioritize my own happiness. I also get to finally see that there has always been options interested in me and what I bring to the table because I’m pretty cool. I never thought I’d have so many options, a lot of them cute emo boys 🖤 or older men. <33

But there’s just one that’s of special interest to me at the moment, finding a lot of the same interests as me. I’d like to build a legion of sexy emo/scene kids to do photoshoots with and go mobbing around town like the old days.

It’ll be TWO YEARS officially in November 2025 since I’ve been single, and I’m learning to love and accept myself & treat my body like I love it instead of hating myself and giving into binge eating disorder.

I’ve been sober from alcohol officially for ONE YEAR in May 2025.

✨🐾~•🌸March 4th/5th, 2025🌸•~🐾✨

Got my steppy steps in, been getting hormonally fucked the last two days as my cycle shifts into me ovulating and it’s pissing me off because I feel so physically weak for something I’m never going to do (get pregnant) so why’s my body got to wear me down like I have the flu and make everything so damn difficult to accomplish?? I fucking hate kids and never want them and I wish my body would know that instead of dragging me down with extreme lethargy during my peak fertility period, ovulation, and my period— three weeks out of the month i feel like shit because my hormones.

Edit: ✍️ 12:00pm

I love how I have permission to be as bad as I wanna be because there’s no going back— there never was an option to go back— & he was always trying to fuck anything that walked (bonus points especially if the dumb bitch looks like his dead ex Raven) while dating me but pretending I mattered out of convenience thinking that he would always have some dumb bitch at home to abuse/fuck. I dressed down for a reason— but why hold myself back anymore and hide away my shine? I don’t get it, this need to prove that I’m worthy of love.

I’ve always been worthy of love.

Trying to find the energy to cook the chicken I need to cook today for my lunch/dinner.

Edit: ✍️ 5:00pm

I cooked the chicken for my soup later, & I continue to be a menace online shitposting. None of my posts are about anyone specific unless stated that they are— but if the shoe fits, ugly ass bitch. Ahaha~ Just playing, just playing. I’m shitposting satire most of time & nothing should be taken seriously in my memes

Edit: ✍️ 6:30pm

watching Smosh reads Reddit stories, enjoying my free time.

Looked at a couple BDSM posts and started to feel a little bit needy and had to click away from the posts ahaha

✨🐾~•March 6th, 2025•~🐾✨

Woke up to a cold windy day, drinking this energy drink aha. I can’t believe the bullshit my hormones are putting me through because my body fat percentage is too high. I’ve had cramps with my periods and experienced things I never have before because I weigh more weight and body fat percentage now than I have ever weighed growing up due to dealing with a highly stigmatized eating disorder called Binge Eating Disorder.

My ultimate goal is to be perfect for the summer <33 I want to show off my gains with the homies downtown on the Las Vegas Strip while we get our sunnies out & party at The Penthouse.

I know my kidneys hate my fucking hormones too because yesterday I was retaining 4 pounds of water— I pissed out the 4 pounds of water retention to get back to the 108 pounds I was on Saturday last week only to wake up and be 110 pounds knowing I didn’t gain 2 pounds of fat in my sleep so I’m back to having to piss off 2 pounds of water retention weight again today all because I’m “fertile” and “ovulated” yesterday so my body retains the water weight.

It’s almost shower time & time to be an adult & handle business but I just feel emotionally off & overwhelmed with hormonal issues for no damn reason.

Edit: ✍️ 1:44pm

Listening to my classmates rehearse for our midterm is so pretty. It’s voice I right now and there’s so many people that can sing in here, it’s so pretty.

✨🐾~•March 7th, 2025•~🐾✨

I love being weird on the internet, shitposting. If someone takes it personal that’s on them because it’s not about anyone, it’s just stimming and trying to entertain myself.

Working up the motivation to cook breakfast for dinner— eggs, steak, chicken, diced potatoes, mushrooms & ghost pepper cheese.

Got my steppy steps in <33

✨🐾~•March 8th, 2025•~🐾✨

I’ve been cleaning my house this morning, trying to be productive & get my shit together to make myself feel less stressed.

Im so glad that im single— makes you really take a step back and ask yourself what about me draws in the craziest men. I answer to nobody, I handle my business alone like a boss, hangout with my family & friends completely untouched & unbothered. But don’t get it twisted, I have many suitors interested in me at the moment. All I get are positive messages of affirmation, compliments, offers to date me— but I turn them all down because I find value in fixing myself on my own without the stressors of wondering WHEN— not IF— they’re going to cheat on me. I love so deeply & with my entire being that these men know I won’t leave them until they absolutely crush my heart and soul, so they cheat on me to finally be rid of the one person that will always be there for them no matter what. I’m tired of belonging to someone when I just belong to myself. I value myself, my time, my body too much to just allow anyone to touch me.

While browsing Reddit I can see why some of you post your fully nude bodies/vaginas to get attention lmao— you’re looking like a busted can of biscuits hoping someone finds it attractive

M33p M33p proud to be child free & never changing that ideal for anyone. I hate kids, always have, & can’t stand being around them so why would I subject myself to something I hate that I’ve known I’ve hated since I was a toddler and able to voice opinions?

Got my steppy steps in for the day <33

😂😭 Lmao, so glad I’m not around someone that’s schizophrenic & thinks they’re literally Jesus Christ with powers that can teleport anymore. It’s blasphemy to claim to be Jesus Christ/God—- Oh & thinks prerecorded material on the tv/radio is specifically talking directly to him having full on conversations like they’re best buddies amongst other things😂😭

✨🐾~•March 9th, 2025•~🐾✨

🥴Rest Day 🥴

✨🐾~•🌸March 10th-12th, 2025🌸•~🐾✨

Got my steppy steps in

✨🐾~•March 13th, 2025•~🐾✨

I feel off today, bleh. But I got my steppy steps in. I felt off because I was feeling stressed. It was my midterm for ballet today

Edit: 12:00pm😈

Thanks for the fuel for the day to push myself harder— You’re fucking pathetic, and I can’t wait to make you eat shit

Edit: ✍️ 5:16pm

You ever add people that you know will trigger your fitness consistency? I do. I love a good long hard look in the mirror about what I seriously need to adjust to see results and I get bonus points for adding people that I know are so envious of me they spit vile shit occasionally that my BPD feeds on.

I need more reasons to go running— besides the fact that I have him beat when it comes to the fact all I do is bring in big dick Emo boys or men in general— that I don’t want or need. I could easily replace him just as easy as it was to replace me & yet I choose not to. But never think it’s not a possibility if I truly wanted to.

I’m focused on myself & seeing what happens if I fall in love with the process of self discovery. I find it easier to not rely on anyone, or waste my time with meaningless sex with himbos/bimbos that aren’t worthy of knowing me carnally because I value myself & have higher standards.

However the problem is my fucking shoulder dislocated in June 2023 & then in December 2024 so I’m not sure if running is even going to be possible until I get my shoulder repaired with surgery. But I can walk my steppy steps & watch what I eat.

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[limboraptor]

Ananaviar AU Concept

It was any normal day for Ananas, just scanning their beautiful, spotless island- WAIT WHAT IS THAT??? Some ugly BLOB on their spotless beach?? NOT happening. Upon flying down to the shore, they see a limp body of Caviar face first in the sand. Mango cookie had just arrived at the same time too.

"Ew, a dead body." Ananas's nose crinkles in disgust as they use their staff to poke the dark-haired body. Curious to see his face, they pull up his face from the sand by the back of his hair and was met with an "uuughhhh". IMMEDIATELY Ananas jumps back in surprise with an "OH ITS ALIVE", dropping his face back in the sand and hiding behind the much smaller cookie.

"He is alive! Are you okay, sir?" Mango asks with a smile, Ananas still narrowing their eyes as the stranger slowly sits up and wipes the sand from his face and mustache, eventually finding his bearings. "Yeah.....I think..." Looking around, he realizes he's someplace he's never been before. "Where exactly am I...?"

Before Mango could reply, Ananas steps forward, spreading their wings and presenting themself. "Rejoice, mortal. You have marooned yourself on the radiant Pineapple Island, and you stand before none other than the Lord of the Island, the golden dragon, Ananas Dragon!!✨Don't bother to bow, I wouldn't dare strain your already weak mortal body."

Caviar, stares up at Ananas blankly, processing what they said for a second before passing right back out. "Oh. Shocked him too much with my radiance...?" Ananas asks, blinking before Mango replies: "No, he's had a heatstroke! He must have been beached all morning! I would be ever so grateful if you could help me bring him back to my village, please?"

With a scoff and smirk, Ananas replies: "You're lucky you're my favorite. Besides, since you asked so nicely..." and scoops up the sea captain in their arms (bridal style teehee) and flies him on over to Mango's village.