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[shirogane-oushirou]

finished two ren pics yesterday that i'd been sitting on for a while, started TWO craft projects today (making a cheap DIY bobbin lace bolster pillow + making a ren doll (or two???)) AAAAAND i just found a program that lets me use my ipad as a tablet for my laptop and bought CSP 3.0 on sale. >:333333c Beware.

[viaxslz]

── ୨୧ SKZ WHEN THEY WANT YOUR ATTENTION

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: slight jealousy, pet name, Han in the picture looks soooo cute 😭,not proofread :P, Hyung line ver.

HAN

Han wouldn’t let you be. He wouldn’t let you be, until you give him the fullest of your attention. Let’s say you’re on a really important call with your boss. It’s a very important call so of course you have to be fully attentive. Han gets sulky you’re not paying attention to him so he decides to nibble on your ear, releasing weird noises from you that could be misheard as something else. He would have the biggest grin the moment your boss finally ended the call after getting the hint.

FELIX

Felix would act like it doesn’t bother him one bit. Well it obviously bothers him cause you’ll see him everywhere you go, with that creepy fake smile plastered across his face. He won’t stop until you finally notice him and point it out. He immediately turns from a grumpy moon to a happy sunshine.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is the complete opposite of the others. He’ll show it no matter what. At first when he notice you’re not paying attention to him, he starts to wonder if he did anything that made you mad. If not he’ll become whiny and pouty like a dog as he clings onto your feet not letting go of it until you pay attention to him.

JEONGIN

The moment he saw you fully focused on your phone. He knew it would be hard to get your attention. He thought of an idea and stepped closer to you, resting his hands on both side of your cheeks, they were practically in between his palms. “Babe….” He murmured, a hint of plead in his voice. “Come on babe look at me” he grabbed your jaw, gently pulling it closer to his face. The moment your gaze averted from your phone to his eyes, he cracked a small smile. “What?…” you asked softly. “Nothing. Just wanted your attention” he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

PERM TAGLIST 📌🔖 ──── @the-sea-called-history02 @oc3anfloor

[shaisuki]

📌 day seven: gangbang + seijoh four

the king was always generous. your dear father was and as the princess of the kingdom, your birthdays are always celebrated. you were his favorite child and was always pampered with all the things you could want and the best protection the kingdom can have. your childhood friends that you always used to frolicked in the meadows. making mud pies and throwing dirt to each other's faces was your body guards. anointed by your father as knights. sworn oaths they are, declaring loyalty to the crown and foremost your security.

it intimidated you that your friends are now the ones who protect you. they can be overbearing at times and it was annoying. they act like you aren't allowed to step outside when you really spent it with them after the lessons that you would study.

your birthday was coming and all you wished is to go outside. your body guards would surely allow that, right?

well, not without precautions and you want to be angry at them. it wasn't necessary. the kingdom was peaceful along with the neighboring kingdoms. no one would harm you except for this four knights slash body guards of you that is surely hurting your feelings but you can convince them right?

the meadow was lush with greenery. untouched by the others except you and your knights. this was the place where you all hangout when you were all a children and since then it has been the place where they would take you. they finally agreed to your whims after exchanging spits with them. they can't really say no to their princess when she's offering and it would be an insult to your father, the king.

that's why your skirt are bunched up to your waist. their armors are scattered in a pile in the tree along with their shields and swords. left in their shirts and pants hanging dangerously to their hips.

“what's the matter, princess?” the second youngest knight, hanamaki snickers at you. he was behind you. supporting your weight while you attempt to slide your cunt to issei's fat cock. “we've already stretched your pussy, surely you can take issei's cock and it would be easier for you to take us.” he chastises you like a child similar when one can't do what they were boasting about and you were one.

it was heat of the moment. they were really annoying and it drove you to snap and then this happened. you didn't expect that matsukawa would be this huge. huge was an understatement. it was unreal for such man to possess such size for a cock and you were more than thrilled to take it but it was almost impossible for it to fit inside you. he would tear you in half with that size.

a cocky grin is etched to his handsome face. issei is handsome as the the other three. they were handsome and would surely be mistaken for royalty but the birth they were born too was considered to be a misfortune but to them it didn't really matter when they have their chubby princess to take care of them. kind you are as you were stubborn. “are you sure you can do it, your highness?” oikawa's tone of voice was mocking you. imitating your voice and repeating the words you said earlier. “makki, help our little princess. it would be trouble if he can't take issei.” he orders to the man behind you. his lips curled up in a smile. hanamaki obliged to his order.

“take it easy, princess.” a moan softly escapes your mouth as he spreads your folds. exposing that cute clit of yours. he holds your plush waist. controlling your body to brush your slit to matsukawa's bulbous tip of his cock. the contact making you shiver. oikawa grasps your jaws. forcing you to look at him. his brown eyes swirling with mischief. “i'm going to kiss you, okay?” you nodded and his lips are in yours. you opened your mouth, giving him access to swirl his tongue inside you and you returned the gesture in the same fervor.

while you and oikawa kissed. the other two made their move to distract you further. after making sure you were wet enough. you slowly sank to issei's cock. it was just the tip but you were squeezing him tight. earning the owner of this huge cock a grunt. “just a little more.” you hear hanamaki whisper to you. kissing your back in featherlight kisses and slowly and painfully, half of matsukawa's cock are inside you. it took a few minutes for you to adjust his length inside of you before taking more.

matsukawa was getting impatient from how slow it was. he grabs your wide hips in a firm grip and with a sharp thrust, his cock was fully inside you. the sudden movements earned a muffle gasp from you. he was so fucking big inside you and your walls were squishing his girth and you can feel him throbbing inside you. “good girl. i'm so proud of you, princess.” iwaizumi praises you. patting your round cheeks in a affectionate manner before dipping for a kiss.

hanamaki on the other hands was grateful, you were finally settled on issei's cock and it was his turn. he already prepped your ass hole and putting his cock to your other hole is the next thing he's going to do. slowly he was easing his length to you and he hears you whine in iwaizumi but continued to do so and then he was also now inside you.

iwaizumi broke the kiss. his cock are fully erect as he places it your lips. “open wide, princess.” you take his cock into your mouth. kissing the tip of his cock and slowly sucking his cock. licking his shaft in slow kitten licks. you alternate the ways you take his cock.

you hold issei's hand. intertwining your stubby fingers in his thick digits while your other hand holds oikawa's cock. pumping his cock with your hand. squeezing them occasionally that he would let out a moan. “that's right, princess. you're doing so good for us.” oikawa bit his lip to stifle his moan.

never you did felt so full before and you relished on it. being a princess was tasking and the opportunity came for you to get fucked by your knights, it was all worth for the trouble.

what a scandal! it was forbidden for a royal to have a relationship with a commoner, let alone the knights that was protecting you. not one but four of them. imagine that the five of you will be caught at such lewd position. it was going to be the cause of a war cause you can't keep your urges and the knights that holding control over their princess but a knight could never say no to their princess.

good thing the meadows where they currently are fucking you is a place only known to a few, that few includes you and your knights. it will cause a rift between you and your kingdom if this was going to be found out but it wouldn't be easy. you were all alone with them and that's all that matters. your holes are being stuffed with their fat cocks. using you as their own relied and this was the best reward they can ever have.

iwaizumi holds your head while he keeps rutting his cock to your mouth. he can't stop moving his hips. your mouth's warm and wet and your tongue feels good too when he leaves you in charge to his cock. oikawa was turning into a needy son of a bitch from how he whines. your hand is as good to your mouth.

the other two who was drowning in bliss to your pussy and ass isn't doing good. you're just so fucking tight and it was being a challenge to fuck you but that wouldn't deter them. the slap of their heavy balls are like thunder from how loud it sounds.

hanamaki's grip on you is tight. holding your round belly for his dear life while he fucks you from behind. using it as a leverage to steady himself while he bites your shoulder to hide his moans and issei's mesmerized from where he is. laying on his back while you ride him with a cock in your ass. the sight of your breasts bouncing and your belly keeps him going and he looks at the happenings above him. iwaizumi's riled up from fucking your mouth, his balls slapping to your chin and oikawa's pathetic as ever. getting off to your beautiful hands and it just made his cock twitch. watching his knight brothers use you, their royal highness being fucked by her knights.

a princess should never level herself with her subjects, your governess told you that many times. a princess should only be ever with a prince, that's why they told you but you never liked the others. you much prefer your knights. they weren't afraid to show you what they're like and they're all honest with you. that's why you liked them using you like this.

their cocks rubbing all over you. rubbing their musky scent and when they cummed. it filled you with joy. the thick and warm cum of them is covering all over you and you love how you felt in your insides. issei was still cumming all over you and hanamaki's slowly thrusting inside your ass. oikawa and iwaizumi is forcing you to drink their cums which you gladly accepted. it just makes your cunt throb again. craving their cocks.

your knights weren't satisfied and that was good thing, you weren't either. it would be a long day for all of you, you hoped that this will continue after this. it was your happy ending after all.

[fraterharambe]

Google Translate Says ‘Shadow Work’ is Latin for ‘Mommy Issues’ 💀✨

By Frater Harambe

Spoiler: My inner child just wants chicken tenders and a nap. 🍗💤

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What Even Is Shadow Work? 🤔

You’ve probably heard people talk about “shadow work” like it’s some deep, mystical practice. It’s supposed to be about healing past wounds, integrating your subconscious, and leveling up spiritually.

Sounds powerful, right?

Well, I got curious and ran it through Google Translate. The result? Dolores Matris—which, in Latin, literally means “Mommy Issues.” 😭

Honestly? Google Translate might have just saved me hundreds in therapy.

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Modern Spirituality Is Just Therapy With Extra Steps 🧘♂️➡️🩺

Let’s be real: a lot of modern spirituality is just repackaged self-help. So I tested a few more popular terms through Google Translate, and here’s what the algorithm (and my exhausted soul) had to say:

1️⃣ “Shadow Work” → “Mommy Issues” 👩👧

Reality Check: My spirit guide is just my 8-year-old self crying over a Lunchable.

Relatable Moment: Every time I journal about my “inner wounds,” I just end up craving a hug and a Capri Sun.

2️⃣ “Self-Care” → “Avoiding Adulting” 🛁📉

Reality Check: A bubble bath won’t fix my credit score.

Relatable Moment: I once told myself I was “honoring my energy” by skipping laundry for three weeks. Spoiler: it didn’t feel very sacred by week four.

3️⃣ “Manifesting” → “Delusional Optimism” 💸✨

Reality Check: My vision board is basically just a Pinterest mood board titled “Things I Can’t Afford.”

Relatable Moment: I spent two weeks “manifesting abundance” instead of actually applying for jobs. Guess how that went?

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Why Google Translate Might Be Onto Something 🤖🔮

Therapists say: “Process your emotions.”

Google Translate says: “Your trauma is a Groupon for existential dread.”

Me: “Finally, someone speaks my language.”

At the end of the day, shadow work is just realizing you have emotional baggage and deciding whether to unpack it—or keep dragging it around like an overstuffed suitcase at baggage claim. 🧳😵

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FAQ: Shadow Work Edition 🤯

❓ What if I don’t have mommy issues?

💡 Liar. Google Translate says your “boundaries” are Latin for “Dad never hugged me.”

❓ Can I still do shadow work?

💡 Sure! Just replace journaling with screaming into a pillow. Bonus points if you tag it #SelfCare.

❓ What’s the Latin for “I need a nap”?

💡 Requiescat in pizza. (Rest in pizza.) 🍕

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A Simple Guide to Lazy Shadow Work 🛠️😴

1️⃣ Step 1: Stare at a wall.

2️⃣ Step 2: Whisper “I am enough” while eating cold pizza.

3️⃣ Step 3: Congratulations, you’re .

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Final Thoughts: Join the Chaos 😈

🔁 Share this if your inner child is just a tiny gremlin who wants a juice box. 🧃

📌 Tag a friend whose “self-care” is just watching Netflix until 3AM.

📲 Follow me for next week’s lesson: “Astrology Signs as Trashy Reality TV Stars.”

Oh, and maybe text your mom “I love you.” Or don’t. Either way, Google Translate is judging you. 👀✨

#ShadowWork 💀 #SpiritualHumor 😂 #MommyIssues 👩👧 #HealingOrAvoiding 🛁 #SelfCareOrDenial 🤷♂️ #LazyMystic 🛌 #InnerChildChronicles 🧃 #RelatableAF 😭 #TherapyMemes 🛋️ #HealingWithHumor 😂 #SpiritualShitposting 💩 #EnlightenedAndTired 😴 #GoogleTranslateWisdom 🤖 #MentalHealthAwareness 🧠 #ManifestationFails 💸 #SpiritualityWithSarcasm 🙃 #MeditationOrProcrastination 🧘♂️ #UnhingedWisdom 🔥

[sylusonychinus]

💖 Day 1 - Love When You're Submissive 💖

📌 Pairing: Rafayel x GN! Reader 📌 Requested by: @lyrisnightblood "Would it be alright to request MC × Rafayel angst for Valentine’s Day? (Would it be alright to ask for a gender-neutral MC 👉👈)"

For the angst: MC and Rafayel are engaging in CNC roleplay (nothing too explicit!), and MC ends up manhandling Rafayel a little too roughly—all pre-discussed beforehand. However, once MC realizes they’ve actually hurt Rafayel, even in a consensual setting, they immediately safeword and break down in tears, realizing that hurting him was the last thing they ever wanted. 😭💔

✍️ A/N: Hewwo! 🐾 Thank you for the request! Welcome to Day 1, and we’re kicking things off with some very, very smutty angst—WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! 🔥💔💖

The air crackled with a strange energy. MC, clad in simple black, felt a nervous flutter in their stomach. Tonight was the night they and Rafayel would explore the boundaries of control in their relationship.

Rafayel reclined on the bed, his violet hair cascading over the pillows, catching the soft glow of the room’s light. His blue-purple eyes, sharp yet enigmatic, held a knowing glint. He was calm, composed—always in control, even when surrendering it. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice smooth, carrying that familiar blend of amusement and challenge.

MC nodded, their breath catching. They moved toward the bed, their steps measured, each movement deliberate. The dynamic they had planned demanded a display of power, a delicate dance on the edge of control. They circled Rafayel, their gaze intense, their touch a carefully orchestrated exploration—a firm hand here, a lingering caress there.

Rafayel exhaled softly, his lips curving into the faintest of smirks. "You’ll have to do better than that," he teased, voice low, testing.

MC pressed forward, responding to the challenge, but something shifted within them. The playful edge of their intent wavered, tipping into something deeper, less restrained. Their grip tightened, their movements growing too firm, too forceful. The moment tilted.

Rafayel's breath hitched—not in pleasure, but in pain. His body tensed, his smirk vanishing. "Enough," he commanded, voice firm, but controlled. "Purple."

The word cut through the charged air like a blade.

MC froze, horror dawning in their eyes. They had crossed a line. Their pulse thundered as they released him instantly, retreating as if burned. "Rafayel… I—I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

Rafayel pushed himself up, his expression unreadable. He took a slow, steady breath before his eyes met MC’s—searching, assessing. Then, his features softened. "You lost yourself in the moment. It happens." His voice was even, reassuring, but his usual effortless confidence had been shaken, if only slightly.

MC’s knees hit the floor, hands clenched. "I hurt you. I never wanted—"

Rafayel leaned forward, his fingers tilting their chin up gently. "You stopped. You listened. That’s what matters." His gaze, always so piercing, held something warmer now—understanding. "Control isn’t just about power. It’s about knowing when to let go and when to hold back."

The weight of guilt pressed down on MC in the days that followed. Rafayel, patient as ever, reassured them, his every action a quiet reminder that trust was not so easily broken. Still, the doubt lingered.

One evening, as they lay together in the quiet glow of the city skyline, MC finally whispered, "I don’t deserve you."

Rafayel turned to them, amusement flickering behind his gaze. "Oh? And why is that?"

MC swallowed hard. "I almost ruined everything."

A low chuckle escaped Rafayel’s lips. "You underestimate me. I don’t break that easily."

MC hesitated, uncertainty still etched in their features. Rafayel reached out, threading his fingers through theirs. "You think I hand over control to just anyone?" His voice lowered, teasing. "Trust goes both ways. And I still trust you."

MC searched his expression, and for the first time since that night, they let themselves believe him.

A slow smile tugged at Rafayel’s lips. "Besides," he murmured, voice dipping with its usual velvety confidence, "I think I could teach you a thing or two about control."

MC blinked, then let out a breath of laughter. "You think so?"

Rafayel smirked. "I know so."

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the fear began to ease, replaced by something stronger. Their bond had been tested, but it had not broken. If anything, it had only grown deeper—an unshakable connection, forged in understanding and trust.

[laterosal]

♤ Your Flower | Seishiro Nagi x Reader

▽ featuring: seishiro nagi x reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … what started off as an unfamiliar bouquet of flowers to love blossoming in the winter … word count: 1.9k

📌 AO3 | one-shot

His first visit to the flower shop startled the florist: “Give me the least annoying one,” then marveling over a pet cactus for company. Of course, you didn’t mind customers requesting a plant company with the description of the least annoying one—although you did think that walking into a flower shop full of delicate and bright flowers just for that request was odd.

You could remember his light hair and tall stature stepping into the flower shop, his eyes half lidded as if exhaustion had hit him early in the day. You could not forget his soothing voice, the way he mumbled his request as you blinked in confusion.

Early one morning, you walked into the flower shop and opened the blinds of the windows, basking in the sunlight for a second. You spun the closed blackboard sign to the opposite side, the bolded letters written in chalk of “We’re Open!” slightly smudged. As you stood near the counter, peering over in the buckets of flowers to see some wilted leaves. You frowned, before carefully getting to work to restore the beauty of the white roses.

Minutes passed as you finally finished your work of tending to the white flower, before moving to several other flowers around the shop that needed some care. Then, a quiet jingle from the door rang as a customer stepped into the flower shop. The ambrosial fragrance of the colorful flowers blasted towards the customer’s way, before you cheerily welcomed them in.

“Welcome! Is there anything I can help with?” Still preoccupied with your work, you carefully cut the flower’s stem.

“Is there a bouquet of flowers I can give to someone?” You swiveled around, familiar with the quiet voice. He wore a hoodie with the word “Mendokusai,” his hair disheveled.

“Oh—Welcome back! How’s your cactus?” you asked as you scurried over to the counter, flipping open your notebook to scribble the silver-haired boy’s request. Although you have had many customers over the last few weeks, you could never forget him. He stood out radiantly in your memory, like the beauty of pure innocence that blinded you. You stared into his gray eyes intently as they sparkled slightly.

“Choki? Fine, I guess.. At least Choki’s not a hassle to deal with…” he muttered to himself as you tried leaning forward to hear him.

“Huh? Choki? Okay.” You paused slightly, wondering if that was his cactus’ name. “What’s up for today?” You grinned at him, ready to write the customer’s request on your trusty notebook.

“Flowers for… someone.”

“Hm. Okay. What’s your relationship with them? Or is this a certain occasion for getting a bouquet of flowers? Or do you want a flower to keep you company? Although you may think it’s a hassle, I can assure you it’s definitely worth it. Or do you have a favorite flower yourself?”

“... favorite flower for someone… confess…” He murmured.

“Like my opinion for getting a flower to confess to someone?” You looked surprised at his question.

He shook his head, pointing at you as he lazily corrected: “My favorite flower is y— Your favorite flower to receive from someone if they confess to you.”

“Ooh. Uh. That’s difficult to say, really. I—”

“Make that a bouquet. Please.” He gazed at you gently as you nodded at his request. Those very eyes entranced you, as if a simple refusal would dim the light in his eyes.

“Consider it done, then. Give me a few minutes for preparation.” You hurried over to the buckets of flowers, staring at the white roses you had trimmed earlier. Slowly assembling the bouquet of flowers consisting of the light-colored daisies and white roses, you removed the leaves and trimmed the stems with sharp scissors all while wearing thick gloves. Although having accidentally cut your skin on your arm, you ignored the sting from the cut made from the scissors and carefully adjusted the shape of the bouquet of flowers, wrapping the beauty in wrapping paper and twine.

“Here it is!” You presented the bouquet to him with both hands as you printed a receipt for him after he pushed the paper money onto the counter. “Have a good day!”

He stared at the flowers and ran his fingers through the petal, before lifting his eyes toward you. Then noticing a cut on your arm, he put the bouquet of flowers down and instinctively reached for your arm.

“Cut.” He reached from his backpack a small bandage, peeling off the paper and covering the wounded area. You stared in amazement at how such a person—a stranger—could captivate you with his actions and his eyes.

“Oh. Thank you.” You gently pushed his hand away, smiling smally at him. Moments like these made your heart flutter, his gentle hands against your skin. He picked up the bouquet of flowers and cradled it, retreating to the outside with a lingering bell jingle from within the shop.

You leaned against the counter touching the bandage on your arm. The sparkle in his eyes and calming voice made you wonder whether he was this gentle towards others, or whether it was just to you.

Though you would have to admit that the pure white flowers were not your favorite, you wondered to yourself why the delicate blankness of the beauty was handpicked by you, given to this stranger.

Your favorite flower to receive from someone if they confess to you.

You had much preferred a lush bouquet of fresh red roses, the ones displayed by the window of the flower shop. Yet seeing his mesmerizing, gentle eyes and soft hair, he reminded you of a pure entity, hence these light-colored flowers.

The week after his visit and the following one, he would pop in and request for the same bouquet of flowers. Near the end of his visit, you would see him open his mouth, hesitate, before retreating to the exit. You did believe that whomever was receiving these bouquets of flowers was a lucky person, although feeling your heart throbbing as you realized that he was taken. He seemed impossible to reach, like an angel from faraway lands. Every second your mind wandered to him, you simply frowned, further slashing boundaries between your customer and you.

As his early morning stops at the beginning of every week became a routine, you often prepared the bouquets beforehand with extra care, perfecting the bouquet every time he slowly walked in, sliding the money on the counter, before reaching for the bouquet gently. One day, he never showed up.

And then the next.

And the next.

For multiple weeks, you kept the bouquet of fresh flowers by your side, before the week ended and the once bright flowers wilted.

Perhaps he had broken up with the person he bought flowers for. Perhaps something had happened to him.

You weren’t sure of the situation, although despite him never returning for the next few months, you continued to assemble the bouquet of daisies and white roses, hoping for him to return one day. For you to hope to see him, one last time, before he disappeared and never able to reach again.

Even in early autumn when the white roses bloomed best, he never returned. Week after week with no connection, you laid the flowers in front of you on the counter, having no desire to continue reassembling the bouquet of flowers, for foolish hope for him to return no more.

Winter rolled around, with heavy snowfall every morning you woke up. You hurried to work by foot, hoping that you were able to open on time. Although you were only a few minutes late while running in the snow, you found a familiar figure in front of the flower shop. His scarf covered his face as his ears were flushed from the cold, his hands in his hoodie with the word “Mendokusai” in small print. You paused, before moving towards him to speak.

“Oh-hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You chuckled to yourself as you unlocked the door, turning on the lights to the flower shop. The lights flickered slightly, before brightly showering the flower shop with illuminating golden light. “Your usual?” You could barely breathe, seeing him near you, his aura slowly lulling you.

“Yes.” The boy, around your age, nodded slightly as he slipped his hands out of his pocket, thin gloves perfectly fitted on his hands. “Please.” You gazed at him, the words tumbling out of his mouth sounding desperate than ever.

You reached for the flowers in the buckets, memorizing the routine of assembling this bouquet for him. Then quickly wrapped around the bouquet was paper and twine, before you left it on the counter for him to pick up gently.

“May I ask why you haven’t stopped by for some time?” you carefully asked, stopping him by the door.

“... was hoping you asked.” he mumbled. “‘s nothing much. Soccer.” He shrugged, pulling his scarf loosely.

“I see. Have a good day, yeah?” you whispered to him as he turned to leave the flower shop, the ringing of the bell echoing in your mind. Leave, but please come back. He was the reason your heart ached, the reason you could barely breathe when he was around you. You longed to see him again, rather than leaving for a long time, not knowing what had happened to him. You did not just want him to leave your life as quick as he came into your life—

“... too.”

“Hm?”

He paused, before turning his head to face you.

“Have you been making these bouquets even after I didn’t return?”

His question took you by surprise, although you gave him a vague answer with: “Not really.”

“Sorry.”

You frowned and walked around the counter, closing the gap between you two.

“What are you apologizing for?” You tip-toed to attempt to look into his eyes at the same level, although his tall stature made it challenging.

“It took you a lot less time to make the bouquet. Like you knew exactly where the flowers were placed.” he whispered.

You froze—Was he always this observational?

“I—Yeah. I do.” you admitted to him, his gray eyes sparkling at you. “Who did you give those bouquets to?”

You waited for his response, bracing for a curt reply that would drive a knife into your heart. From the moment you had met him, he captured your attention and heart, even if he had someone else he loved.

“I never gave them to anyone.”

“What?”

“They were— They were meant… to be for you.”

You choked back a cry and hesitated to answer. He had kept the bouquets to himself, the very flowers you had handpicked that reminded you of him. The flowers that you had deemed to be the ones you wished to receive if one had ever confessed to you.

“Were you waiting for me this whole time?”

“Yes.” You buried your head into your hands as he reached his hand forward and caressed your hands gently.

“You waited for a long time, then.”

“I miss you.” Your muffled words were barely heard by the person whose name was never even revealed to you. “Even if I didn’t know you all that well.”

He gently grabbed your hands, placing the bouquet of flowers on yours, whispering his name in your ears, followed by words that made your heart race.

“My name is Seishiro Nagi. … Of all the flowers here I would pick, it would be you.”

[ask-fireflycod]

📌 Open Roleplay! 📌 Anyone can respond :]!

Starter inspiration from here!

Being in the infirmary was… fine. Nothing to gawk at. More boring than anything, really. But sometimes people would give you flowers and cards… other times, they’d give you papers to work on.

Take a guess on what FireFly was given. Of course, he’d expected some papers to do — being a sergeant and all gave him a responsibility even if he was in the medwing. Didn’t mean he didn’t find it a bit annoying though.

It took him a second to even realize that someone had stepped in and was standing near his bed. FireFly startled momentarily before looking at them. “Oh. Hello.” He rasped out, he seemed slightly out of it - not focused on anything really (if the half-written, near blank papers were anything to go by.)

FireFly must’ve finally realized he was being waited on to say something, so he blinked dumbly and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry. Got a headache, fuckin’… exhausted.” He said, passing a glance to his elevated ankle.

“What’s up? What do you need?”

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chapter 19: shits crazy

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“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 37 + Written Chapter

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📌chapter tags: SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, written chapter (3.9K w.c), THE TRUTH FINALLY COMES OUT, some more closure and lots of it, some revenge that doesn’t have to do with seungcheol, tenderness, kissing, and who knows???????

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Nestled at a table in the café where you once plied your trade, you relish a refreshing vanilla cold brew,  your contemplative thoughts weaving a delicate tapestry as you anticipate his arrival. Your fingers trace patterns on the table, and a deep exhale signals your nervous anticipation.

The entrance chimes echo through the space as he enters, concealed beneath a dark hoodie. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he allows the door to close behind him. You offer a wave, inviting him to join you.

His steps, obscured beneath the loose ends of his dark hoodie, carried him to the table. "Good to see you didn't back out, Seungcheol," you greet, observing a hint of vulnerability in his lowered gaze.

The hood is removed, revealing his face, complexion tired but still unbearably attractive as always—if not more with the rugged 5 o’clock shadow kicking in. "You want to talk; let's talk," he responds, a mixture of determination and uncertainty in his tone, taking a seat.

You push his pre-ordered drink towards him, the Cherry Chocolate Chip Frappuccino. Tapping against the plastic cap, you remark, "Your usual, right?" He accepts it with shaky hands, the tip of the straw meeting his lips as he consumes the drink. A small sigh escapes him, and you can see relief washing over him, as if the concoction holds the solace he needs for the day.

"Fuck, I haven’t had one of these in a while."

Your fingers tap rhythmically against the worn wooden surface of the table, creating a subtle percussion that echoes your internal restlessness as you look expectantly in his direction. The soft hum of conversations around the café becomes a distant backdrop to the tension building between you.

Seungcheol sighs, a heavy exhalation that seems to carry the weight of unspoken emotions. He sets his drink aside, the condensation forming a small pool beneath it, out of view. His gaze fixates on you, and there's a subtle darkness in his eyes, a shadow that lingers, hinting at a mix of disappointment and distaste that you could only discern through the piercing intensity of his stare. The unspoken words seem to hang in the air, adding an extra layer of complexity to the already charged atmosphere.

"You moved on really quickly," he finally utters, the words landing with a weight that hints at a sea of emotions beneath the surface. The air thickens as the unspoken history between you both comes to the forefront, and the café's ambiance seems to fade, giving space to the brewing confrontation.

Softly scoffing, you take a sip. "As far as you know, I did."

"You made me look like an idiot.”

You nod, a subtle smile on your face and a glint of mischief in your eyes. "That I did."

"Sounds like it was on purpose? Was it?" he questions, leaning in slightly.

"Yes. That’s what I fully intended," you reply with unwavering confidence, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Why? What did I do to you?"

"It didn’t matter what you did to me," you assert, a spark of defiance in your eyes. Leaning forward, you continue, "It’s what you’ve done to probably hundreds of girls on campus and off. You treated them like they were disposable. You made them feel like shit."

As your words spill forth, your fingers assertively drum a rhythmic beat on the table, accentuating the gravity of your confession. The air between you crackles with tension, a deafening silence that reverberates through the intimate space, subtly underscored by the muted notes of the mood music playing in the background. 

He eases into the weight of your words, a subtle surrender reflected in the tightening of his grip. Each word you've uttered sinking into the space between you two and festering in to his flustered heat. Finally, his physical response becomes a silent acknowledgment, expelling a light sigh.

"So I was made to make you feel like shit,” you conclude. “Looks like it worked."

He nods briefly, his demeanor now carrying a hint of despondency. "So. You banded with a bunch of heartbroken girls to humiliate me?"

"No, but I did band up with some of their brothers and friends." You lean in, your expression carrying a mix of resolve and an edge of warning. "You're lucky you ended up this way; they wanted to beat the shit out of you."

"Fair enough…" He leans back, a subtle admission of defeat. "What were you supposed to get out of this?"

"...Not the point. What matters is that you got a taste of your own medicine."

"Okay, let me know this. At any point, did you ever have feelings for me? Even for a second?"

You chuckle, a cynical smile playing on your lips. "Maybe a second...then I came to my senses." The air thickens with the weight of unspoken emotions as you hold his gaze, a silent challenge in your eyes.

The corners of his mouth curl into a smile, carrying a hint of pride. "I knew I still had it in me."

You roll your eyes, a dismissive gesture, as you were crossing your arms. "For the briefest second, until I learned about Haru."

Seungcheol's eyebrows furrow as he leans forward, a quizzical expression on his face. "You knew about Haru?"

"You broke her heart, gave her false hope just to get her in bed again, all while trying to get with me."

"Wait, while pursuing you? My eyes were only on you the entire time we've known each other.”

The look in your eyes shifts, a subtle skepticism emerging, as you tighten your arm cross. "Sure. And I should believe that why?"

He scoffs proudly and retrieves his phone, fingers tapping on the screen to bring up undeniable proof. The dates of his last contact with Haru unfold before you, and a puzzled expression crosses your face realizing the validity of his words. The timeline presented predates the commencement of this scheme, each dating back to a time before you’ve ever came across one another, solidifying his case.

You scoff, leaning back into your chair. "Alright, I'll give you that, but it doesn't erase what you did. Not just to Haru."

"Okay, so I'm a piece of shit that doesn't deserve happiness, is that it?"

A wry smile plays on your lips. "You said it, not me."

He slouches in his seat, tucking his phone back in his pocket, while a weariness settling into his posture. Bringing a hand over his eyes, he shields them from the harsh café lighting. "Okay, I can accept a loss," he concedes, the words laced with a touch of vulnerability. 

He asserts his attention back to you, determination oozing out of his eyes. "It won't change the fact that I developed feelings for you. That I've liked you since the first time I met you," he admits, speaking, with almost with what almost sounds like a lump in his throat, "or the fact that you had this chokehold on me.”

The admission hangs in the air, a raw and unguarded glimpse into his subconscious and pity seeps out of you. It takes you a few moments to realize behind this overly confident man is a person filled with hope, simply blinded with the luxury of option, now taking it upon himself to take upon his own hands—not the offers of the world—to forge his own path, using sheer audacity.

“Oh, Seungcheol…that wasn’t me,” you say blatantly. “That girl didn’t exist. She was a fake with the only purpose to fool you. I wasn't anybody before this. Just any average college student,” you shrug. “Sorry to break it to you but you fell for a facade. It’s time to let that go and get a move on with your life.”

"But she did exist,” he insists, disbelieving your dismissal, “that girl was you. Everything you told me to make me fall for you all came from your mouth, your attitude, your cadence. It was all you. If that wasn't you, it was a version of you.”

“Because I played a part. I was seducing you to hurt you,” you emphasize.

“And it worked! You could get anyone you want if you tried. That's what's similar about us.”

His words take you by surprise, settling in your system like a big pill, hard to swallow.

“But,” he adds noticing your disgusted expression, “I guess instead of being someone like me, use the influence on the person you really want. I may be just some big dumb jock to you, but I can’t deny my feelings no matter how hurt I felt. I was only hurt like that because it came from you, someone I wanted to earn respect from. So, if you can help it, make it possible with whoever it is you have in mind.”

For the first time, a nuanced vulnerability graces his demeanor, and your defenses yield to this subtle unveiling of humanity beneath his big ego. Your gaze, now keenly observant, reflects a tempered curiosity as you pose the question, "Why aren’t you like this with anyone else?”

He smiles warmly, cheesingly tucking his bed hair behind his ears. "Because I haven't felt for anyone else the way I felt for you...or maybe I'm saying all this because that's how badly I want—"

"Shut up." you rudely interrupt with an underlying chuckle. “I already know what you’re about to do. Nice try.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, undeterred. "Fine. At least I got my closure. Just…do what’s right for you, even if it's my brother."

"Your brother?"

"You know. Chan."

"Hey! I didn't know you were coming."

"Chan, you dick!" The words burst out, and you toss your tote bag in his direction. He catches it effortlessly, eyes as big as saucers, startled like a deer in headlights. "Woah, what did I do?"

"Um, I don't know," you say, exaggeratedly shrugging, a touch of sarcasm in your tone, "maybe keep something as big as 'YOU'RE SEUNGCHEOL'S BROTHER' a secret?"

Chan blinks, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "You found out. Well, shit."

"Well, Chan, you owe me an explanation." Crossing your arms, you tap your feet impatiently.

Chan lets the door shut behind him, his approach measured and expression unamused. He prepares himself for the rehearsed spiel, his narrative he's recited too many times to count whenever someone does happen to find out the so-called thing that should be trivial. "We're half-brothers. It all started when his mom married my dad. It was after a messy divorce, but being too young to understand things, Seungcheol followed his mom everywhere, and then I was born—"

"Skip to the present,” you said waving your hands before he could finish his tangent. “Please. How could you not tell me that he was your brother–did they all know? Was I—"

"No. No one knows," Chan's eyes dim as he walks away, claiming a spot on the couch, "except Haru, now you." The revelation hangs in the air, casting a somber tone over the room.

You follow suit, occupying the space beside him. Your eyes lock onto his, a subtle hint of betrayal in your gaze. "But you kept it from everyone. Even me?"

"Especially you." He meets your gaze, responding before glancing away briefly. His fingers fidget with a loose thread on hisshirt, a physical manifestation of the internal turmoil. "It's like throwing fire on fire."

"Fuel to the fire."

"Not the point."

"But so utterly wrong." You inject a hint of wry humor into the words, a subtle acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation. The room, previously heavy with tension, lightens momentarily in your comedic timing.

"No one needed to know. I liked it that way. I wouldn’t have to follow under my big brother's shadow all the time—the athlete, the scholarship guy, the golden child. We were already plotting our revenge against him. I wanted to get back at him just as much as you guys. I didn't need you all walking on eggshells around me just because we're related."

You plant a palm against your chest. "I wouldn't have. I would've wanted to understand you. And the girlfriend, that's supposed to be Haru, isn't it?"

He laughs bitterly, wallowing in self pity. "One of the few things many people were wrong about. I get it, though. I pretty much followed her everywhere like a puppy. Easy to misunderstand."

"…And you still like her?"

He grins. "Liked, yeah. It broke my heart when I found out they got together, but she seemed happy. I only ever wanted to make her happy, and if that meant my brother, then okay. At least I'd still get to see her…When she found out about the cheating, she distanced herself, and it was harder to see her.” He speaks solemnly, reliving the memories as if they were yesterday. “Even if we look nothing alike, I'm sure I reminded her of him."

A pause hangs in the air, and you seize the moment to gather your thoughts. "You are so much more than your brother," you assert, your gaze unwavering and resolute.

"I know that now," he says, his fingers intertwining with yours, caressing over your knuckles. The touch is gentle, a silent acknowledgment of the comfort in your presence. "You helped with that. And I couldn't be more grateful."

You laid your other hand over his. "I'm glad you're better. Genuinely."

His eyes trace over your face, gently admiring your features, particularly your sincere smile that never fails to flatter you. A sense of happiness washes over him as he realizes how fortunate he is to have met someone like you. "I know you are.”

Pulling you into a warm embrace—the kind that conveys unspoken sentiments/-your hair nuzzles against his warm cheeks. "Which is why you deserve the best right now. Especially with what you're about to have on your plate."

Your brow furrows, not taking away from your return of the gesture. "What is that supposed to mean?"

“Nothing.” He chuckles, the rich sound resonating against your ear like a subtle melody. He pulls away form the embrace to direct you to the door, but not without your resistance against the tiles. “God, go before I can't take it anymore. Leave before I kiss you, please."

"Haha. Very funny. You haven't kissed me in what–a week? You think you’ll—"

Before you can finish, he interrupts your words with a spoken promise and you succumb, melting on the spot. Moving against you like fresh water down a stream, his hand cradles your cheek, teeth grazing the bottom of your lip. It's a moment reminiscent of everything you've experienced together for the first time yet distinctly different, a silent acknowledgment that this would be the last time he’s be able to kiss you like this. Warmth, care, a profound sense of gratitude—layers upon layers melded into the union of your lips, forming a rich mosaic of emotions that only the two of you could truly comprehend in this singular moment.

Finally, he releases you, gently guiding you towards the exit. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes sweep over you, a sly grin playing on his lips. He teasingly sinks his teeth into the cushion of his kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, I do. Now go."

Rolling your eyes, the playful banter still dances in the air, leaving you slightly light-headed from the lingering effects of the earlier liplock. "Fine. I'll see you next week."

He nods, finally letting you go.

The door closes with a soft click, its resonance fading into the room, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with a delicate blend of ease and contentment. As it seals shut, Chan discerns your gentle withdrawal, the remnants of the tender moment clinging to him like a poignant tableau preserved within the confines of a closed locket, a crystalline portrayal of shared emotions eternally sealed in the cavities of his memory.

"This is good, Chan," he murmurs to himself in reassurance. The room, now a haven of quiet contemplation, bears the lingerance of your history of your warm–and at times scorching–alliance, each detail etched into the fabric of furniture or plastered against these thin walls. “We did the right thing.”

Chan's declaration gains further clarity as you peruse your unread messages, deciphering the unspoken messages buried between the lines of the texts from the remnants of your former scheming team. Uncertain of how to navigate through their words, you can't help but notice the eerily close timing of their delivery, how impeccable they were.

Despite the initial confusion, you manage to piece it together, promptly responding to each message before making your way home.

As the appointed meeting time looms nearer, you meticulously dress, each step carrying a weighted sense, your nerves palpable in the charged atmosphere. The ticking of the clock becomes an almost rhythmic backdrop, a constant reminder of the impending event. Repeatedly checking the time transforms into a subconscious coping mechanism, each glance at the clock inching you forward in anticipation of the approaching footsteps that will soon reach the door, setting the stage for your path to the designated seat. Each second feels like an eternity, the quiet room amplifying the subtle sounds of your anticipation.

Finally, the door swings open, the subtle creaking sound echoing in the room as it reveals a solitary pair of approaching steps before came another, their distinct resonance filling the space. Seokmin and Mingyu exchange glances filled with a mix of confusion and bewilderment, their expressions mirroring the unspoken curiosity lingering in the air. Their gazes then gravitate toward you, and in that brief moment, the weight of anticipation is clear as crystal. Without hesitation, both Seokmin and Mingyu swiftly traverse the distance to your side, their movements synchronized like a carefully choreographed dance. The atmosphere thickens with the unspoken tension and anticipation, creating a moment suspended in time.

"Y/n?" Seokmin begins, a questioning note in his voice. "What's going on?"

"Yeah. I thought it'd just be the two of us," Mingyu interjects, "Like we planned?"

"Okay," you declare, clapping your hands together. "Clearly, something is going on that both of you are feuding over, and I'm here to settle it in person, right in front of both of you."

Seokmin awkwardly smiles. "Are we that obvious?"

"I'm sure she figured it out when you decided to go P-E-to the-T-T-Y on me."

"Do not use a catchy song to attack me."

"Shush," you interrupt them with a stern gesture, like a kindergarten teacher silencing unruly children. Your gaze pierces through the air, demanding attention. "Okay, fess up. Why are you both attempting to bribe me with these elaborate outings? What do you both want?"

Mingyu blinks. "Uh, Y/n?"

"Mingyu, don't act all confused," you assert, "I will not be caught in the middle again. This time I will mediate. Literally, what's up? What are you guys even trying—"

"Y/n," Seokmin intervenes cautiously, closing the distance between you. "We like you. We both have feelings for you."

"…what?”

They both chuckle, savoring the utter shock on your face. Mingyu nods, a subtle agreement in his eyes. "That's why we both called you out, to talk this out with you to see if you felt the same for either one of us."

"…So, you're telling me you want to send me into cardiac arrest?"

They both are taken aback, displaying grand gestures of defense. "No, no," Seokmin assures, his voice calming. "Take your time; we can wait. I'm sure this is a lot."

"We just thought to lay it out there, thought it was better than keeping it from you."

You suck in your breath. "You guys know this timing is insane, right?"

"We noticed," they answer simultaneously, guilt washing over them.

"But I can just give my answer right? Like right now?"

They're both pleasantly surprised and equally concerned by your response, observing how swiftly you adapt to the dual professions of interest. "I mean if you want—"

"—But there's no pressure."

You rapidly blink, assimilating into the unexpected situation thrust upon you. "Oh, but I do. So, uh. I guess—"

[shirogane-oushirou]

[cw panic attack mentions]

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after trying endless things to distract myself from an hours-long panic attack last night, guess what IMMEDIATELY, WITHIN MINUTES, pulled me out? ;)

[spade-riddles]

“I gave so many signs” - While we anticipate the final eras tour show may come with a surprise, let’s rewind on some of the anons, messages and gifts we’ve had here that point toward dates in December and when the clock strikes midnight after 12/12, Taylor’s birthday.

🎃

Notably, arrived and left us 12 messages. The further two were additions to the story.

“The entirety of the story I came to tell is within my previous 12 messages.”

“Closer to that final time you will duck under the edge of the pedestal and drown in the waves of grief and relief in equal measure.”

“Because once that curtain draws, things will never be the same again.” Final eras show?

🌋

First message arrives, on the 12th!

“friday the 13th. a daunting day for some, a day to be brave for others. i am in between.” Taylor’s birthday this year falls on Friday the 13th.

“the moon will be a waxing gibbous. just barely surpassing the first quarter. 58% illumination” the moon is at 58% illumination waxing gibbous on the final eras show 12/08.

“straight? what’s straight? a line can be straight, or a street… but the heart of a human being?” from A Streetcar Named Desire, premiered in December 1947 on broadway.

“my true love gave to me … eight maids a-milking” the eighth day of the twelve days of christmas…

🫚

“1 2, 3 4 steps back” could point to 12/7 or 12/12 but with the follow up lines “Like candles on a snack.” “And until the clock strikes midnight” and the addition of the word “tenfold” to this riddle makes me think we are multiplying numbers for 12/12, when the clock strikes midnight that night for her birthday.

“9, 10, the final act ends” we’ve talked about this running on different calendars, such as the Roman calendar which would make December the 10th month.

“Or must one await cazimi” Mercury is cazimi as of 12/05.

🎁

Gift anon’s last message “as when the neighbour holds the lamp,
to witness her Goodbye— “ arrived exactly 8 months before 12/12.

The “For now, she slumbers” book that gift anon was seemingly pointing us to was also published 2/26, this could be a reach but it’s interesting that 2+6 and 2x6 equal the final eras show date 12/08.

Also random note while reviewing; has anyone following the mass movement theory picked up that this riddler came with “two things can be true” before Fletcher released “two things can be true” and Kelsey Ballerini released “two things” with the same line – both announced AFTER we received this riddle and both tied to a heavily speculated on and secretive queer relationship. I have only just realised this!

Going anon, specifically the scissor emojis.

Spade, still going, going, going? 📝✂️🤰🏾

10/14 = 24 (12/12)

Spade, still going, going, going? 💵📝✂️👋

10/25 = 35, 35th birthday.

Spade, still going, going, going? 📄✂️📌

11/01 = another 12

Spade, still going, going, going? 🏈📌✂️

11/13 = 24 again, do you see the pattern? I think someone was telling us to pin the date for 12/12 🤔

There are so many more variations of twelves everywhere too, review the riddles and i’m sure you will see them. Has December been in front of our faces the whole time? I love numerology!

Good work, riddler friend!

[yermes]

PAC: MY WORK LIFE BALANCE IS TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY FUCKED AND I KNOW IN THIS APOCALYPTIC ERA ITS THE SAME FOR YOU TOO!: a reading ✂️🔖📌

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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Le Dix De Denier

La maison

The world around us is slowly increasing in value making it harder and harder for us to live in it. Ultimately it seems that the pressures to simply live are climbing and climbing and it will eventually pop. However, theres a ton you can do now to increase your own value, take the steps, its the season for work even if it is overwhelming.

Le Huit De Coupe

Fille Blonde

So, do not let your work write over the amazing experience of your more feminine friends. The gift of feminine friends is not something to over look. If you work your friends away your support in an ever shifting world will dwindle.

Le Chevalier de Denier

Utilté

In this era we simply cannot be financially illiterate, maybe back when you could buy a house for a go fish card and a pack of cigs you could but things are much more complicated and we cannot afford to be illiterate about our finances. Take a class, save some money, get an IRA, a 401k, a CD just think about the future ahead.

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Almost finals and I took hella shifts this week pray 4 me

[periludic]

Hihi! :>

Could I request a (romantic/crush) step 2 Derek with a reader who often dotes on people (especially him)? Maybe reader brings him lunches when he forgets to bring his own or patches up injuries and bruises after his games :) (if possible, maybe reader has like. his same problem (taking care of people and forgetting to care for themself))

the thought behind this is like.derek finally getting love and care too and not just caring for others without any thanks because HE DESERVES IT 😭🫶

Thank you, and have a good day/night!

(ALSO SORRY IF THIS REQUEST DIDNT MAKE SENSE ISNDODMWPS-)

" CARE "

📌 Pairing: Derek (Step 2) x GN! MC

📌 Notes: HEY!! Thank you for the ask I appreciate it :D and I am especially happy to write Derek HCs I love the precious boy so much he deserves so much love <33 I hope you have a good day/night as well!

Derek adored you. Adored how you took care of others, adored how you were always so considerate to people

Especially towards him.

He'd noticed the way you always took extra time and care with him

Always fussing over his injuries whenever he got scratched and bruised from training

Always bringing extra water bottles for him while he's out practicing

Always noticing whenever he'd burned himself out from ruining around all day

It always makes him flustered!!

Whenever he feels your fingers brush against his skin while you try to bandage him up almost makes him want to explode himself (in a good way!!)

Barely stops himself from fainting whenever you ask him if he's doing okay with a look of worry in your pretty eyes

He looks at you like you're an angel whenever you take care of him (he's convinced that you actually are one)

At first, he was in denial. Trying to rationalize that you were just that great of a person (another reason why he doesn't deserve you)

Cove would've needed to point out that fact himself, and insist that yeah, you do give him special treatment

As much as he denies it, he cant help but feel giddy. Probably thinks about it late at night on his bed, giggling and blushing and kicking his legs like a fool

A part of him is selfish. He wanted to mess up more, he wanted to fail, to fall, to get hurt just so you can pamper him

He wouldn't actually do it!! In fact, he probably beats himself up over the evil thought!!

That doesn't mean it doesn't exist though…

Checking up on him daily makes him fall 101% more head over heels in love with you (pls bandage himself up for falling too hard)

Make him lunch and he's just about ready to get married to you for reals

However he refuses to be the only one taken care of, in fact. He's going to take it as a lighthearted challenge, he'll go out of his way to absolutely spoil you.

Bag too heavy? He'll take it! Your legs are sore from running? Let him carry you! There's a door in your way? Its just screaming for him to open it!!

If you deal with the same problems he does, he'd most definitely catch on pretty quickly. He's dealing with it himself after all!

It makes him feel more appreciated, seen. You were someone he cherished that he can relate to

Does it make him happy though? Hell no!

Derek was just about ready to carry the weight of the world if it meant you wouldn't put yourself last

Always assures you that its okay to be selfish every once in a while! That you deserved to be taken care of, that people didn't stick with you so you can handle their problems

They stay with you because you're you, and he thinks you're perfect

He cares about you! So you should care about yourself too

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📌 Extra Notes: Again, sorry if my english isnt as good, its not my first language

[fraterharambe]

💰 Debt-Free in 30 Days? More Like 30 Lifetimes: A Witch’s Guide to Money Magick 🔮

By Frater Harambe

Tagline: “Spoiler: Your credit score is cursed. Let’s light a candle anyway. 🕯️✨”

🔥 Intro: When Manifestation Meets Student Loans

They say “visualize abundance!”—but my vision board is just a collage of overdue bills 📉 and a screenshot of my -$200 bank account.

Welcome to Money Magick: where capitalism is the final boss, and your budget is a ouija board. ☠️💸

Let’s hex the system, laugh through the pain, and maybe afford groceries. 🥲

😵‍💫 Why Money Magick Won’t Pay Your Bills (But Here’s Why You Should Try Anyway)

🌍 The Universe is Broke Too

📌 Fact: The economy is a pyramid scheme. The moon 🌙 can’t Venmo you.

🪄 Magic Fix: Burn green candles 🕯️ while applying for food stamps. Multitasking!

🔮 Budgeting is Just Adult Shadow Work

💀 Hot Take: Your spreadsheet is a modern grimoire. “Rent” is the hex you can’t break.

📊 Pro Tip: Name your debt after your ex. “Sorry, Karen, I can’t pay you—I’m spiritually blocked. 🛑”

🤡 Crypto Bros vs. Chaos Witches

⚖️ Verdict: Both are delusional. At least witches admit it.

🏴‍☠️ Step-by-Step Guide to Financial Chaos Magick

✍️ Craft a Budget Sigil

Supplies: Coffee grounds ☕, a red pen 🖊️, and your last shred of hope. 😩

Spell: Scribble “DEBT BEGONE” on a receipt. Burn it. Watch the ash pile up like your interest. 🔥

🕯️ Bribe Your Ancestors

Offer: Light a candle and play “Money, Money, Money” by ABBA. 🎶 Say, “Y’all had farms. Help.”

🏦 Hex Capitalism (Safely)

Ritual: Yell “FREEDOM!” while pirating Wolf of Wall Street. 🏴‍☠️

⚠️ Warning: The IRS is immune to curses. 🚨

📢 Testimonials from Broke Witches

💬 “I tried money magick. Now my Venmo requests say ‘for ✨vibes✨.’ Still broke, but iconic.” – @ChaoticCashless

💬 “Hexed my student loans. Now they’re just ✨forgiving✨ themselves. Manifestation!” – @DebtDemon

❓ FAQ: Financial Sorcery Edition

Will money magick make me rich? 💡 No. But you’ll look cooler crying in a Mercedes (rented). 🚗💨

Can I hex my landlord? 💡 Ethically? No. Legally? Also no. But you can passive-aggressively salt their doorstep. 🧂

What if my spell backfires? 💡 Then you’ll finally bond with your ancestors over shared poverty. 🫠

🖤 CTA: Join the Broke Coven

🔁 Reblog if your bank account is a horror movie. 🎭💀

👥 Tag someone whose love language is “pay my rent.” 🏠💸

✨ Follow for next week’s lesson: “How to Turn Ramen into a 5-Star Banquet (Illusion Magick 101).” 🍜🔮

[hazbin-hospital]

Patient #10 Sir Pentious

Full Profile Below Spoiler ⬇️

Full Name: Sir Pentious (?)
Species: Angelic Snake (Former Sinner Demon; Recent Ascension to Winner Status)
Current Residence: Heaven, Though returned to Hell for direction of pregnancy
Occupation: Inventor, Scientist
Gestation Status: Mid-Pregnancy
Assigned OB/GYN: Dr. Lola Wombwell

📝 Medical Overview

🔹 Pregnancy Status:

Confirmed Clutch of Eggs 5 in total (Celestial-Demonic Hybrid; Further Study Required)

Gestation Timeline: Estimated Second Trimester

Fetal Development: Extremely High Energy Output (Lola is concerned.)

🔹 Symptoms & Complications:
✅ Uncontrollable Scientific Curiosity: Has already built multiple devices to “study” the pregnancy.
✅ Wild Mood Swings: Bounces between manic genius mode and tired, grumpy noodle mode.
✅ Obsession With “Improving” the Pregnancy Process: Is actively designing a “portable womb stabilizer” (I will not allow this).
✅ Random Skin Molting: He swears this is normal. It is absolutely not normal.
✅ Refuses to Sleep: “SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, AND I AM STRONG—” immediately passes out.

🚨 High-Risk Factors:

⚠ Overworking Himself: Is constantly inventing instead of resting.

⚠ Energy Surges: Pregnancy is affecting his angelic energy, causing random golden lightning bursts.

⚠ Zero Concept of Boundaries: Tried to strap a heart monitor to himself while mid-sentence.

Doctor’s Notes (Dr. Lola Wombwell)

🐍 Initial Consultation:

Bursts into my office mid-laugh, holding a clipboard.

Did not sit down. Did not stop pacing.

When I confirmed the pregnancy, he clapped his hands together and yelled, “AT LAST! SOME NEW EGG BOIS!” (Whatever that means?)

I had to physically stop him from pulling out blueprints.

🌸 Emotional Progress:

Not in denial—AT ALL.

Completely treating this like an invention project.

Deep down? Probably scared. (But he’ll never admit it.)

💉 Delivery Plan:

Oh, he has a plan. A terrifying, ridiculous, machine-heavy plan.

He has designed a SELF-DELIVERY DEVICE. No, Sir Pentious, you are NOT birthing your eggs inside a machine.

I am preparing to physically restrain him if necessary.

📌 Final Notes:

Sir Pentious is the first patient who is actually TOO enthusiastic about pregnancy.

Is he scared? Deep, deep, deep down? Yes.
Will he ever admit it? NOPE.
Instead, he is turning his baby into the world’s most over-engineered science project.

Right now, he’s so focused on “perfecting” the experience that he hasn’t stopped to actually process it.

Eventually, he’s going to need to take a step back and realize—this isn’t a project. This is a child.

And when that moment comes?

I just hope I can catch him before he builds an AI-powered robot nanny that explodes.