#But please keep in mind you mean a lot to me

[kissktten]

crushing on oblivious! bllk guys :p

part one !! (๑>؂•̀๑)

characters: sae, rin, chigiri, yukimiya

this contains: fluff, fluffy fluff fluff, reader described as cute and pretty a lot, gn! reader (please tell me if i made any slip-ups!)

extra: i’ll make more parts with other characters and then another series like this but swifch the rolls! so, oblivious! reader and the characters crushing on u <3

sae doesn’t get why he always seems to see you— you’re just a cute person who lives down the street from him and keeps to yourself. yet somehow, you always manage to catch his attention! maybe it’s because he sometimes sees your cat perched on his fence— watching as you peek out of your window in search of the said feline, wondering where they went. but when your eyes meet, you get all flustered and shut your window quickly. wow, you really are very reserved, sae thinks to himself. the same thought comes to mind when he’s walking down the street, a hand adjusting his scarf when he hears someone stumble— is that.. yeah, it’s you. he watches as you scramble back up, sending him an odd glance that he can only perceive as panicked before you turn around and run from him. is he that bad that you’d literally run away from him instead of speaking?

rin’s very confused when he gets a follow request on instagram. he doesn’t even use the account— did a fan somehow manage to find him? when he clicks on the profile, he’s rather surprised to see such a cute person. why would someone like you request to follow a blank private account with nothing but a first name on it? even then, he can’t lie— your posts are interesting, and you seem familiar… he’s pretty sure he’s seen you talking with isagi or something. he shrugs to himself, accepting your follow request and hesitantly following back. and over the next few months, he really can’t help but wonder who all those notes are dedicated to, or the sweet songs you post with your stories. surely it can’t be him, rin thinks to himself as he presses onto your story. he takes note of the song— “A dream with a baseball player” by Faye webster. he admires your face for a few moments, silently wondering if there’s a meaning behind the lyrics you chose from this song.

chigiri doesn’t get why you’re always looking at him with that strange expression on your cute face. your eyes sparkle and your lips part— almost as if you want to say something. but as soon as he makes full eye contact with you, he can only watch as you turn around and walk away quickly! the next time he sees you, he feels almost compelled to say something— but he can’t, because now you won’t even spare him a glance! when the next time comes around, he’s determined. what’s your deal, anyways? so when he finally manages to corner you, eyes narrowed and hands on his hips, he’s surprised when you speak. “your hair is really pretty— and your skin. what’re your secrets?” you ask, looking back at the man. you’ve got that same weird expression! why are you looking at him like that after saying something so cute?! either way, chigiri finds himself exchanging numbers with you… and calling surprisingly often. do you really like his hair that much? how many tips can someone ask for? it’s almost like you’re looking for an excuse to talk to him..

yukimiya doesn’t know you. well, he knows you— but he doesn’t know you. the two of you first met when his usual makeup artist wasn’t available. they went on and on about how good you are during the brief phone call, and he can’t lie— they really were telling the truth about you. “hi,” you smile— and wow, your makeup is so good that the blush on your cheeks looks almost natural! when you finished his makeup, you smile proudly. your pretty hands lingered on his shoulders for a few moments as he looked back at his reflection, admiring your work. he feels strangely eager to exchange contact info, even smiling to himself as you take a quick picture of him and say how pretty he looks. next time he hears about you, he’s almost shocked when someone tells him that you’re pretty well-known in the makeup business— but not for the reason he expected. did they just say that you rarely accept clients? but you came to him so easily— surely it’s a coincidence. yukimiya repeats that to himself when you send him a message, asking if you can practice a little on his face because he’s just so pretty; and did you call him a bare canvas? you’re really professional, he thinks. you don’t even see him as a man— he’s just a tool for you to practice makeup on! but somehow, he doesn’t feel offended.

[chrissy-kaos]

So I’ve been getting a lot of messages about HRT and the surgeries I’ve had. Please continue asking! I’m happy to answer any questions you have!

First and foremost I’ve been on HRT for 4 years. I’m on estradiol injections, spiro and progesterone.

So the number one question I get is are my boobs real? The answer is yes and no. I had grown about a B cup. I wasn’t satisfied with that. So I chose to get breast augmentation. I got 440cc cohesive gel implants under the muscle. With my previous growth that put me at a D cup. I highly recommend breast augmentation for any one struggling with chest dysphoria. It works wonders.

The second question I get is where did I get FFS(facial feminization surgery) and what did I get done. The answer to this nothing. I have not had FFS. This is my natural face. Take it or leave it. I might possibly get it in the future but rn I have no plans.

Third is if I’ve had bottom surgery or not. The answer to that is no. I keep getting ask how do I get so flat in the front without having bottom surgery. I’m just really good at tucking. I try very hard to keep it flat. I have an astronomical amount of bottom dysphoria so for me I have to be tucked always. But hopefully by the end of this year I should have bottom surgery and I’ll be a very happy girl!

With that said everything else is natural besides my boobs. I have not had any other surgeries. I just work hard and put max effort into my appearance and body.

Your transition is what you make it. The effort you put in will determine the results. Tho keep in mind everyone is different. There is no right way or wrong way to transition.

I hope this clears up some of the confusion and answers some questions! I just want to thank everyone for your support and you all mean so much to me! 🖤

[moonsdrs]

DO YOU EVEN LIKE YOUR DRS?

a reflective question i'd been asking myself as of late is.."hey, moon. do you actually like your drs?" to which i answered, "well, yes. why would i shift to x place if i didn't like it?" and then there's some reflection hidden there. a moment in time where i'd found MY dr and reflected again. then my answer changed. "no, i don't like my drs."

it was a very interesting moment for me personally. i'd been shifting for awhile now and never ever questioned whether or not i actually liked my drs. not until recently when i'd been slowly but surely falling head over heels for a wonderful man in the good ol' times of the 60s. i noticed all my drs were just some things that came about as of trend, something i thought others would enjoy. but what about me? do i enjoy these awarenesses?

a lot of my drs were kinda dangerous in nature, whether it be off fighting some villain somewhere threatening to blip us all or flying high in the sky in a fighter jet. places where i didn't really like my s/o much apart from the fact that he was..well..attractive. but i never felt connection. never had reason. now i'm not saying you have to have these things but the question is like asked above..do you like your dr?

i think this question and having a reflection upon it can help because i'd done this and realized, like i'd frequently been posting as of lately, how often i'd script around the precursors of others instead of what i actually would like to experience. at the end of the day, this is YOUR awareness. not theirs. they have no right to dictate how you experience a life they cannot see themselves unless they shift themselves but again, our minds are not all alike. people can handle one thing while others couldn't and so on so forth.

i'm not meaning to make you spiral and think your life you want to lead isn't the one you want but just a mere question to reflect on. if your answer is yes. keep going towards your desires. flap those silkened wings to YOUR desire. but if you stumble and mumble and fall flat, rear back for a second. ask yourself why is it you can't simply spit out that yes? maybe it's just a small tweak to your script? or just an overall change in scenary? a break perhaps? it all just depends on you.

be mindful of yourself, please. your journey should never be on the benefits of others and what they like to see. it's yours. always has been and always will be YOURS. take your control back and SHIFT.

[cosmicwavelengths]

girl dad! bucky barnes x reader

minors, DNI! - 18+ only a/n: hello! i saw a prompt/headcanon on here about bucky being a dad and it inspired me to write this! tbh i’m not exactly sure what timeline this takes place in, but imagine all the avengers are together (and alive). this ended up being a bit longer than expected lol, so i hope you all don't mind too much. enjoy!

tags: fluff/smut, pregnancy/getting pregnant, dad! bucky barnes (he is the best dad ever), mom! reader, bucky is overprotective (duh), both reader and bucky have their insecurities going into parenthood, sam wilson, tony stark, wanda maximoff, and steve rodgers (mentioned), baby nicknames (angel, babydoll), f! reader nicknames (doll, baby)

cw: smut (implied breeding, mating press), hickey/love bite (reader receiving), tooth rotting fluff, bucky barnes, descriptions of pregnant bodies and stretch marks (body talk), bucky is still working through his trauma/PTSD with his experiences as the winter soldier

wc: 1.9k | masterlist

bucky wasn’t so sure he ever wanted to have kids. it had felt like almost a lifetime (literally) since he last interacted with his own blood relatives, and his memories of this were faint given the amount of brainwashing and memory wiping he had to endure while acting as the winter soldier. he never quite thought about what life would be like with kids, until you mentioned it one day.

it sorta… slipped out. bucky had your knees pressed into the mattress, folding you into a mating press and pounding into your sensitive pussy. one of his strokes hit the deepest, most sensitive spot of your spongy walls causing you to writhe under him and whine out: “bucky, put a baby in me?”

bucky freezes above you, eyes wide open in shock. “fuck, doll, do you really mean that?” he asks, bringing his flesh hand up, rubbing his thumb gently against your cheek.

you gaze up at him with your soft doe eyes. “please?”

bucky groans, sliding back in. “shit, your pussy is so good, doll. keep squeezing my cock like that and i’ll make you a mommy.”

and that’s how you ended up pregnant!

the moment he found out you were pregnant, he insisted on doing everything for you. thirsty? he’s refilling your large water bottle. hungry? he already ordered in your favorite take out. he had always been like this, but it seems like his protectiveness dial turned up to an eleven when you began carrying your child. his child.

you blink and a few months had passed by. by the end of your second trimester, your belly had grown in size, much to your dismay. of course you had expected this, but a deep seed of insecurity was planted within you seemingly from nowhere. you were racked with negative thoughts of how much your body had been changing, especially as your tummy gains new stretch marks. but bucky never failed to remind you everyday how beautiful you are to him and how he can’t wait to meet the baby soon.

part of bucky was worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad. sure, he had been reading parenting books and getting advice from wanda and tony, he carried a lot of baggage from his time as the winter soldier. bucky has a recurring nightmare that he would be accidentally activated as the winter soldier again and hurt you or the baby, which forces him to wake up in a cold sweat. on nights like these, you hold bucky gently as he falls back asleep, confident that he would never do anything to hurt his family.

one day, you started to create a registry for the baby shower you were planning together. you added the usual things: diapers, wipes, a baby monitor. one day, you went into the document to find that bucky had added some… interesting things. you weren’t quite sure what an “automatic baby feeder” was or where to get “ivory soap.”

bucky was astounded at the amount of baby things that exist now. devices to track the baby’s oxygen levels, baby cameras, sound machines - none of this was around when he or his sisters were born, so shopping was quite an exciting experience for him. when you were feeling up to it, he loved to take you around the city to stroller pop-up shops, admiring how high-tech they’ve gotten in the past 80 years. however, the price tags were… not as thrilling. he fumbles with a tag, brows furrowed: “nothing ever cost this much back in my day,” he grumbles, which you playfully roll your eyes at.

eventually, bucky recruited sam and steve to help baby-proof the house. you didn’t realize that so many baby safety items existed (and you’re sure that tony stark quietly contributed baby proofing items of his own creation), but you realized the baby was going to be more than okay when you locked yourself out of the kitchen cabinets more than a few times.

your little girl was born at 3:00am on a tuesday. bucky would never admit it to you or anyone, but he cried when he first laid eyes on her. he thought he had known what love is between you and the rest of the avengers, but meeting your baby girl had unlocked a new level of love he never knew existed. she was perfect, and no one could take that away from him.

if you thought bucky had been overprotective with you… just wait until you see him with his baby. he practically stared holes through the doctor as he conducted the reflex testing. when she was startled and began cry, bucky took a warning step closer to the doctor and began staring harder, if that was even possible for him. “bucky, honey, let the doctor do his job,” you gently remind him, stroking his arm. “i don’t want him to hurt her,” he grumbles crabbily. he briefly contemplated asking tony for a stark armored car or security to escort you all back from the hospital, but you had talked him down from it.

once you’re home from the hospital, he barely lets the baby out of his sight. without fail, he always reaches the crib first when the baby begins to fuss at night. you suppose you shouldn’t be entirely surprised given that he’s a relatively light sleeper, but by the time you were able to get to the doorway of your bedroom he was already holding her, humming a light tune and rocking her gently back to sleep.

soon enough, she began to roll over on her own and crawl. it broke bucky’s heart to hear her cry when she did tummy time, so he’s more than happy when she progressed past that stage.

one day, when you were all sitting in the living room, you watched her carefully as she stumbled to her feet again. “do you think today will be the day?” you question, watching her attempt to regain her balance. “i’m not sure, doll, she’s been trying for a while now,” bucky answers, still staring down at his tablet. he was concerned that you had been behind on this milestone, so he took it upon himself to research any potential causes. maybe she saw something she wanted,  and slowly, she took one step. two. then three. you watch with wide eyes. “bucky!” you quietly whisper, so as not to distract her. ���look!”

and there she was, his baby walking on her own. bucky tosses the tablet away, leaning over with his arms out. “come to daddy, pumpkin!” he quietly encourages, face growing into a wide smile. she excitedly shrieks, clapping her hands and walking towards him faster. she collapses in his arms with a giggle. you cheer, clapping your hands together and tearing up. bucky hugs her tightly with a smile, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “she’s growing up so fast,” bucky says, voice shaking with emotion. “i can’t believe she’s walking already.”

soon, that unsteady walking turned into running and running quickly. bucky may be a super soldier, but he’s still 106 years old. and somehow, he can feel every one of those years. he swears he has his back turned for one second and she’s putting his flip phone in her mouth, taking off into another room. sigh. 

some time passes and she starts to develop her own little personality. she loves to play in her mommy’s clothes and shoes. she giggles when you lightly dust her little nose with one of your clean make-up brushes. however, she’s grown to be somewhat sassy and stubborn, which you swear up and down she got from her father. bucky chuckles at that. “that’s my girl.”

don’t even get him started on her first day of kindergarten. poor bucky practically begged you to let her stay at home another year. “c’mon, doll, does she really need kindergarten? she’s already so smart, maybe we can talk them into letting her skip up to first grade next year.” you laugh lightly, reaching over to pat his hand, “this will be good for her social development, bucky.” though he was dreading it, the first day of school snuck upon you. bucky leans against the door frame as he watches you help her put on her little red dress and matching red shoes. bucky’s heart broke extra the way she excitedly ran into the school, realizing that she was growing up far faster than he thought.

most weekends, bucky insists on staying in with her, playing dress up, having tea parties, and watching princess movies. if bucky was honest, he wasn’t the biggest fan of most of these things (particularly the princess films, but you reminded him that she was far too young to watch mad max). bucky would wait longer between haircuts, knowing how much his little girl loved to run a comb through it. there’s nothing he loves more in life than spending time with his little angel.

as bucky did to you, he spoiled his daughter to death. even before she was born, bucky would come home with little outfits for her even if it would be years before she could fit in it. “i saw this at the store and i couldn’t resist,” he says, holding up the little teddy bear onesie and smiling sheepishly. “i couldn’t help but imagine our little boy or girl wearing it.”

the moment she was born, bucky promised himself that he would give you and his babydoll the world. turns out, such a promise carries a hefty price tag. as she discovered more of herself, she wanted to try out dance, basketball, playing piano. bucky was more than happy to foot the bill, even with the ulcer-inducing costs that come with raising a family in new york city. but nonetheless, bucky would hang the moon and stars for his family.

bucky loves to watch you and her have ‘mommy and me’ play dates. he chuckles lightly as his angel attempts to push him with all her might out of her bedroom. “no boys allowed!” she shrieks behind the closed door, breaking into giggles after. he smiles watching you help her make pancakes one lazy saturday morning. 

behind closed doors, bucky wants to spoil you in more ways than one. you’re such a good mommy to their little angel and he can barely restrain himself from practically pouncing on you after a long day out.

“fuck, baby, i love you so much,” he grits out between deep thrusts. you reach up to hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. “please, bucky, i can’t take anymore!” you whimper out, a warm feeling blooming at the base of your stomach as you try not to cum too early.

“you’re so good to me, lemme give you another one. a son, maybe?” you flush, gazing into his crystal blue eyes with that same look that got you pregnant a few years prior. you slide your hands up behind his neck, lacing your fingers with one another. you nod rapidly, “give it to me, bucky. please cum inside me.”

he leans in, sucking a deep red mark into your neck. “your pussy is so perfect, like it was made for me. now, hold still while i fuck another baby into you. let me give you that son that you deserve.”

and, unsurprising to no one, bucky’s seeds were planted well. you’re pregnant… again.

[quokkaholic]

Aquarium Guy h.j

Warnings/ tags: Pure delulu fluff, gn reader (if you consider guy neutral, which I do obv), little cussing. Minimally proofed

Synopsis: You work for a hobby aquarium store that offers in-home installation. After Han impulse buys a fish tank online, he sets up an appointment with you to help set it up, which leads to many subsequent appointments definitely for the fish and not to have an excuse to see you. (romance anime style with mutual pining and slight angst that could easily be solved by communicating your feelings with nothing but a sweet confession at the end. where all my romance lovers at? 🙋👋)

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After loading your supplies into the comically large, industrial strength waggon you have to use to carry all your heavy and expensive equipment and lugging it through the halls of the high class apartment complex, you are out of breath as you press the doorbell outside of the door of the apartment number you have written on crumpled piece of paper in your pocket. The size of the tank and location are all the information you had received form your deadbeat manager leaving you to pack way more fixings than are necessary to ensure the customer had options. The lack of details could very well be due to the customers indecisiveness or simply not knowing enough to have opinions yet, but it's more likely that your manager didn’t even care enough to ask about it. In this job, you are more often than not setting up tanks for people with no experience keeping fish, and many don’t even want to learn; they just want living art in their homes. It gives you a job, but you often end up working with snooty people. You have no reason to expect anything less today. As you wait for the customer to answer the door, you go into customer service mode, thickening your skin in case you are to be barked at and ordered around for the next few hours and going over your script in your head.

A chipper but cautious voice comes from the speaker above the button asking of your identity, and your mind races with uncertainty. Are you at the wrong place? As you reach for the paper with the address in your pocket, you nervously answer,

“This is y/n from The Fish Bowl; I’m here for the appointment booked to this address...”

“Oh shi..” is all you hear before shuffling on the other side of the door, and it is flung open. To your surprise, a breathtaking man in casual attire opens the door completely destroying the image of a crotchety well-to-do you had been preparing for. You’re always a bit nervous about home visits, but the fact that he’s got to be around your age, and his casual demeanor mixed with his kind features, puts you at ease.

“So sorry, please come in! Let me help you.”

“Don’t worry I got it. It's my job” you respond, pulling the cart behind you. The place is decorated simply but it's still homey. He lets you know the tank will be in his room as he leads you there. The space is by no means dirty, but it's obviously lived in, which is honestly nice to see when most of the houses you end up at are sterile and maintained that way as a show of status.

“Sorry it's a mess, I may have forgotten I booked this…” his words trail off with a nervous smile.

“This is NOT dirty; I think your room is very cute and nice, but if you need me to come back another time, that's more than fine. What day would work better for-?” He cuts you off slightly panicky,

“No! No, today is great! Plus you’re already here; I just booked it on impulse and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry, again, but I’m really excited about this!”

“Please stop apologizing! I’m working for you today,” you say as you begin rifling through your supplies, hastily getting to work before you make things even more awkward. Han takes a seat on his bed. You work in silence, removing the basic items to get started with.

“You really think my room is cute?” There's a coyness to his voice.

“For sure! It has a lot of character. I really like that,” you say glazing around the room, eyes landing on stacks of manga, old game consoles, and multiple guitars before landing on the large empty tank resting on a desk along the wall opposite his bed and continuing,

“The aquarium is gonna look really sick in here,” a huge smile spreads across his face,

“That's what I'm saying! My friends think it's just another stupid purchase. I’ll admit, I buy a lot of useless stuff online, but this is not one. It's gonna be legendary.”

Having to help him though the decisions of what style filter and aquascaping he wants, you quickly learn how indecisive Han is. His answers to every question flip flopping back and forth for an eternity with a million questions about your experience and personal tanks and your opinions, often landing on whatever you say you have or like. If he wasn’t so cute and sweet, you’d probably be annoyed by now. His genuine curiosity and lust for knowledge are beyond endearing.

Many of your clients barely speak to you beyond the bare minimum, a lot aren’t even home while you're there, but Han casually lounges in the room chatting away. You can feel him watching your every move; it made you a bit nervous at first, but it quickly became obvious that he is just enthralled by the process, frequently commenting little ‘woah’s and ‘It's just like the video I saw!’

When the set up is done, he helps you fill the tank with water and pack up your equipment. Once the hard work is done, you give him the run down accompanied by the informational pamphlet, and his overflowing excitement is quickly replaced with utter disappointment when you inform him that the tank still isn’t ready, as it needs time to cycle before it's safe for fish. His jaw going slack and eyes bugging when you broke the news.

“I’m so sorry, Sir, I mean, Han,” He had asked you to speak casually with him when he found out you are in fact close in age, causing both your cheeks to slightly heat at you slip of the tongue before you bulldoze right over the awkwardness to continue the conversation,

“My manager should have informed you, I used special substrate and established media in the filter, which should speed up the process, but it could still take up to around 2 weeks,” his big eyes are brimming with sadness, dismay sullying his beautiful face. You just had to do something,

“How about we give it like five or six days and then I can start dropping by daily to test the water, that way we can get you your babies as soon as possible?” at your offer his exuberance returns along with immense gratitude. He tries to be polite and decline your offer, but you can tell it's just a formality, and he's desperate for his tank to be filled. He is a flustered mess when you tell him that what you're offering isn’t a service through your job, but a kindness that you want to provide because he is the best customer you’ve had in a long time, and you are genuinely excited to help him as you enter your personal number into his phone. That evening you receive yet another thanks from Han with details to set up the next time you’ll be over.

Six days later, you are back at the apartment ringing the doorbell. Instead of hearing Han’s cheery voice from the speaker, a more serious and suspicious voice comes out,

“Who are you?”

You weren’t prepared for this. You thought Han would just open the door, as you showed up right at the time he was expecting you. You even got there a bit early and sat in your car to ensure you’d arrive perfectly on time. You weren’t prepared for another introduction; you hadn’t practiced your lines.

“Oh um, I’m the… the aquarium guy?” you stutter out, just trying to say something, so he doesn’t assume you're some freak or solicitor. 

“What?” Did he not hear you, or was he genuinely confused by your answer?

“I’m here to test the water of Mr. Han’s aquarium, he should be expecting me” a faint noise of approval is all you hear in response before a shout coming from the other side of the door.

“Mr. Han-yah, the aquarium guy is here!” the unknown tenant yells naggingly into the apartment. Soon the door is pulled open to reveal Han slightly flustered, assumedly he’d run from his room on the other side of the apartment. He introduced you to his roommate who must’ve been the one you spoke to. He was polite but not particularly interested in making conversation, which you appreciated as you were feeling particularly shy after your interaction through the speaker.

The visit was short. You made quick work of testing the water, putting some water in vials and adding the testing solutions before setting the timers and observing the color changes. The awkwardness that dissipated after spending a few hours together almost  a week ago has returned, maybe even stronger than when you first met as you guys are in that weird phase when strangers become acquaintances. If it weren’t for Han's persistent curiosity, you probably would've spent the whole ten minutes in uncomfortable silence, but thankfully Han’s mind thirsts for knowledge, and he did not allow a single step in the process go by without asking at least one question. Unfortunately, you had to break the news that the tank was in fact not ready, and break his sweet little heart all over again. It hurt to have to break his spirits once again; you warned him that it probably wouldn't be ready for two weeks, but his excitement, and your unprofessional interest in him, has you continuing to show up at his apartment daily for another week, everyday having to crush his dreams of being a fish dad all over again. 

Despite repeatedly dashing his hopes, the visits became something you looked forward to desperately. They were at all hours of the day to meet his complex schedule, but you always made time for him. The quick drive by water tests shifted to prolonged aquaria talks to straight up just hanging out under the guise of work. Even though not all of your meetings were during work hours, a lot of them were; you knew it was wrong to be hanging out on the clock, but one look at Han’s giddy face every time he lays eyes on you makes the guilt disappear instantly. It’s not like you're neglecting any job duties, time you typically would be wasting at the office are now being spent more effectively “building customer relations”. At least that is the answer you had prepared if your manager ever asked what you were doing, but he never did. He could not care less of your whereabouts and was probably happy to have you off his back and out of his hair. 

The day after the levels looked correct you arrived bright and early with bags of colorful fish, you had painstakingly helped Han pick out with the help of Lee know. Even as a three man job, it took hours. After all that you ended up with a selection that looked strikingly similar to the set up of one of your community tanks you have set up at home. Even though Lee know acted uninterested, he sat with Han, watching you work and put the finishing touches on the tank before floating the fish. You all spent time gaming as the fish acclimated to the temperature of the tank. Once the temperature was equalized, you began drip-acclimating them to the water parameters. The drips were excessively slow and some would argue, unnecessary as the fish you all chose were on the hardy side to accommodate Han's inexperience, but you were definitely being extra careful, and not just making excuses to spend all day with them. Han ordered you all food, which you overly thanked him for, but he insisted that you deserved it for all your hard work.

When the fish were added and supplies were packed, you talked to Han about tank maintenance, and offered him the tank maintenance package that your work provides. He seemed extremely on board until he made a joking comment,

“I can’t be a single dad of twenty! You have to help me care for my babies,” he commands with a silly grin.

“Oh han,” you fein condescension “I was promoted beyond sucking up fish poop months ago; I’ll send one of my underlings to do that,” you jest, but it is not as well received as you would have  hoped, Han’s face drooping for a moment before continuing the jesting conversation,

“Underling? What are you an anime villain?”, he asks. You pause for a moment before answering with a mischievous smirk,

“Definitely not…” His acting is on point as he acts out the dramatic reveal of the big bad. The slight disappointment still barely visible in his face as he continues,

“Maybe you could just teach me how to do it myself! I’ll figure out something for when I’m traveling when the time comes; I'll hold off for now. So you just do set ups or..?” 

“Yeah mainly setups and upgrades,” you say trying to maintain familiarity, but it is obvious his mind is slowly slipping somewhere else. You quickly say your goodbyes as it's starting to get dark, and you still have to drop off the equipment back at the office.

The next day, you take some time to yourself and have a bit of a slow morning since you worked late last night. When you arrive at the shop, you settle in checking emails sipping on your fancy latte you actually had the time to make. You deserved a treat. You couldn’t quite pin down the reason, but the day felt a bit lackluster. Maybe you slept weird, maybe it was just one of those days, or maybe you didn’t have a meeting at a cute boys apartment to look forward to. After responding to the miscellaneous messages, you check your schedule to see if your manager booked you out for anything coming up. There were a few installs you knew you had coming up, but a highlighted date for your soonest appointment next week was new. After clicking on it and reading the description, a smile tugged at your lips, your heart raced, and the day seemed a bit less dim. Han was on your books for a lighting upgrade.

You looked forward to seeing him all week. You’ve gotten close enough that you will text about stuff unrelated to work, but neither of you are comfortable extending the conversation, so it usually just starts off with a fish tank questions and goes back and forth a bit before reaching a natural stopping point and then lies dormant until he sends you more questions or update pictures on the fish he insists are your god children, frequently adding that they “miss you very much”.

When you arrive at the apartment you have become all too familiar with, Lee know is once again the one to answer the door, which you have come to realize is the norm, and he shouts that the ‘aquarium guy is back’. He has taken quite fondly to calling you the silly name you gave yourself in a flustered panic, even going as far a s saving it as your contact in his phone. You question if he even knows your real name, yet he treats you like a friend nonetheless. Your lighting install takes little more than an hour, but you end up staying for a few; Lee know cooking you all lunch, before they are the ones who have to cut the hangout short as they have some appointments. 

The next day, you follow your usual routine of checking emails and then schedule to see Han has booked you again to install a CO2 injector. You were very clear in explaining he didn’t need one because his plants are beginner friendly, but you won’t pass on another chance to see him. Despite being more than happy to keep this up, there's a nagging in your head reminding you that it can’t go on forever.

A few days later, you have to go to Han’s house late in the evening, as it was the soonest free time he had that you were available. You offered to push it back a few days, but he vehemently refused the rescheduling. When you arrive, Han is looking a little less put together than usual, sweats and an oversized hoodie with his hair pushed back in a ball cap and barefaced. He must’ve been at practice; he looks so exhausted. Feeling bad for keeping him up, you have to keep reminding yourself that he insisted that you be there. He tried to apologize for his appearance, but you shut him up quickly with a string of compliments that flew from your lips before you could think twice. He just looked so soft and cuddly which is only exaggerated by his flushing cheeks and ears. Yanking yourself swiftly from your admiring trance to avoid getting locked in it for the rest of the evening, you get to work hooking up valves and tubing before dialing in the right amount of gas to be released.

Finally connecting it to the lighting timer system. Usually, you’d take your sweet time chatting Han up while you work or just rush through the install to have more time to purely hangout, but since it was already so late, you opt to work in concentrated silence, only talking to feed Han information about his new system. After double and triple checking that the flow of gas is appropriate and there are no leaks in any of the connections, you hastily gather your stuff hoping to leave Han to get some rest after his ling day. He is already dozing off in a beanbag in the corner, a vintage handheld gaming system resting in his lap still playing idle music. You whisper a goodbye over your shoulder heading out the door, but before you cross the doorway back into the hallway, calloused fingertips wrap around your wrist.

“Wait...” his speech is broken up by a yawn, using his free hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, 

“Let me take you to dinner?” it's less of a question and more of an order.

“Hannie,” a sweet nickname you’ve subconsciously adopted from Lee know, 

“you’re so tired, don’t even try to deny it,” you respond to his ask, accurately predicting his next tactic causing his mouth to close as he swallows his words and contemplates a backup plan,

“Fine, I am tired, but I’m also sooo hungry,” he pleads with puppy dog eyes, dramatically gripping his stomach, trying to pull the sympathy card, but that ends up backfiring, as you’re now concerned that he isn’t taking care of himself.

“You haven’t eaten?! Come on man!” chastising him in a joking tone. His imploring face turns to one of shock as he goes to defend himself,

“I rushed home after we finished to see you! I bet you haven’t had dinner either!” His read is valid, pointing out your hypocrisy. If his comment about skipping out on food to see you wasn’t enough to drain the sternness from your tone, your embarrassment over your sanctimonious scolding was. Sighing, you relent, 

“Fine, but you aren’t calling a ride, I’ll drive.”

Dinner with Han was the highlight of your week. You try not to think about it, but recently he has become the highlight of every week. The conversation is pleasant as ever; Han's silly nature has you sending jokes back and forth filling the nearly empty restaurant with bellowing laughter, even earning some snickers from the older cashier/server you could only assume is the owner or at least related to them. At one point, you even choke on your soda when Han made some offhand, absurd comment causing you to spit the drink, luckily, into a napkin and not his face or food, earning concerned looks from the few other tables and another lambasting from you. He insisted on paying for your meal, making it feel even more like a date, which only made your heart sink more as you laid in bed reflecting on the evening, once the post-date high wore off after dropping him off. There was only one upgrade left that you offer, and you had a strong inclination that the next time you worked, there would be that last appointment made at that cute man’s apartment.

Unsurprisingly, there was a new appointment with the all too familiar address for your earliest availability, but the whole calendar had been cleared after that. You would ask your manager about it, but he wasn’t in the store, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. You asked some of the other aquarium techs, but they hadn’t seen him either. It wasn’t till you entered the customer facing portion of the store and spoke to the cashier that they broke the news that your shit-head manager was finally canned for not completing job duties. While it was long overdue and definitely for the best for the company, you couldn't help but worry that the replacement would be stricter on your scheduling and keep a closer eye on your whereabouts, but that shouldn’t really be a problem after your appointment with Han tomorrow. After a quick phone call with upper management, you realize it actually won’t be a concern at all, as you’ve been promoted, you are the replacement.

You toyed with the idea of cancelling on Han; if you keep pushing it off, there would never be a last booking. You could save the final install for when you were ready to say goodbye, but you knew that day wouldn’t come. Plus if you pushed it off too much, they would probably just give the appointment to someone else so you can focus on your new managerial duties. Han had obviously become more than a client, not even the most delusional, irrational person could deny your growing feeling for him. It would be better to just rip the bandage off and move on. You steel yourself as you ring the doorbell one last time with your stupid cart filled with the supplies for a small brine shrimp hatchery, so he can have live food for his spoiled babies. 

Soon after letting you in, Han had to take a phone call, leaving you alone in his room. You were simultaneously grateful for not having to navigate telling him that you won’t be seeing him anymore just yet and sad that your last hangout with him was sabotaged by some important conversation he just had to have right now when he should be hovering over you gushing about all the documentaries he has been watching or games he's been playing. When he finally enters the room, he finds you gathering your things.

“Damn, you're already finished?”

“No worries, Mr. Han. I’m all done here; you've got the whole shabang. Very jealous. Your fish are very lucky to have you,” you say, trying to cover your sadness with some joking sass, but it comes out a bit more cold than you would’ve liked, returning to formalities trying to solidify the customer and worker dynamic in your mind. The tightness in your chest making your trash acting skills even worse. Trying not to look his way for too long, especially due to the puzzled expression written all over his face as he tries to figure out what has come over you, you keep your head buried in your bag. 

“I’m sorry, I wouldn't have taken the call if I didn’t have to,” he apologizes trying to solve your sour mood. 

“No! It's fine, really! Please don’t be sorry; just feel like I missed out a little…” you confess; you are upset but not at him, and you can’t leave him thinking he had done something wrong. At your words the smile he had greeted you with returns to his lips,

“I’ll just have to bother you extra next time,” he says in a mocking tone. Face scrunching as you search for the words for a moment,

“Like I said, you’ve gotten all the upgrades available…” letting your words trail off, hoping he would put two and two together.

“Oh… well…I think Lee know said he wants a tank in his room for enrichment for the cats, or... maybe we could put one in the living room; that would look cool, right?” He is racking his brain for ideas to keep you around. You force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes as you relay the ‘good’ news,

“I’ve actually been promoted again. This is my last appointment as an aquarium tech.” His face drops reminding you of when you denied him fish all those weeks ago, and if you thought it was heartbreaking then, the look on his face is practically earth shattering. He’s done trying to cover his motives, he decides before speaking softly,

“I don’t want to stop seeing you” his words are barely audible. Just as your words shocked him into confession, his do the same to you.

“I’d gladly go back to sucking up fish poop to keep spending time with you,” your admission triggers such a strong grin from him that it pinches his misty eyes causing the tears to gather in the corners threatening to spill down his pink cheeks that match your own. After a deep breath with just the trace of a quiver, he makes a proposition,

“How about you start coming over as my,” he pauses looking for the right word, 

”friend,” he lands on skeptically, like he was planning on saying something else,

“not my aquarium guy?”

.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓆝 ｡𖦹°‧.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓆝 ｡𖦹°‧.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓆝 ｡𖦹°‧.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓆝

A.n- yes is do keep fish, how’d you know? This was inspired by the Han and Bang chan interview on Jaefriends when Han admits to being a big online/impulse shopper or “pushover consumer”. This took me so long to write; smut remains so much easier for me to write. I guess it's easier to be horny and depraved than to be wholesome and vulnerable. will consult the council on this one.

-mo 🐠

pic creds: pinterest x x

Masterlist

[jeleynai]

Hii hope you're doing good! Wanted to ask some things if you don't mind, if you do issok!! Just avoid this and sorry 😅

But does your art style have a name and do you have any tips on learning this type of art style? Been trying but it's been really hard and idk where or what to start on. Thank you! Love your art btw it's so breathtaking <3

I got this question ages ago and totally forgot about it until now, I'm so sorry >.> I never mind questions though!! I love nerding out about art c:

I don't think my style has a specific name? Maybe like a semi-realism type thing? (If anyone has a better way to describe it please let me know haha)

As for learning I'd recommend learning from life for this type of thing! I did a ton of photo studies (and still do).

What helped me a lot when I was starting out was doing timed environment studies. Weird I know with how many characters I draw but hear me out: When you're on a time limit (I usually set 30 minutes) you have to be a lot more intentional with the marks you're putting down so you end up waffling around a lot less over time. This also helps really hammer home how to use all your tools properly and forces you to think about your brush economy.

Here are some 30-minute environments from 2020 (I should.. do some more again, I haven't timed my plein air in a while oops)

(showing old ass art always feels a bit scary haha I'm getting old)

They're really rough but they helped me try to nail down colours and learn how to best use my brushes! I actually made a brush specifically for that image on the right before I got started on it because I knew I was going to be drawing layered stone and I wanted to prepare myself for the half-hour mad dash these things always end up being. (I named him Francis)

For more character specific things - I actually did the 100 heads challenge a few years ago and it helped TONS with getting more confident in my lines and putting down features. I'm still not a line artist or a great sketcher by an means but it helped me feel a lot more loose and relaxed when I start things!

PAINTING wise I also learned from photos and I drew from life! A good reference is honestly 90% of the battle, just make sure when you're studying or working off a reference that you're identifying what makes the image appealing and capture that as best as you can. For me that's usually the light or the mood of a reference since I'm personally drawn to those things the most. Film studies can help you LOADS with this too! Cinematographers are the composition goats.

And the main thing is try to keep having fun! Motivation and drive are SO important and something I definitely still struggle with. I started drawing originally because I wanted to draw my D&D characters and then I wanted to get better so I could draw them better. Having small goals and passions does wonders for progress! Try not to aim TOO high either, I know from experience that 'waiting until I'm good enough' for an idea can end up with just.. nothing being drawn because I don't ever feel good enough for my own ideas, if that makes sense? Just remember you can always draw it again down the line!

Art takes a loooong time to learn so be patient with yourself!

ANYWAYS super long answer I'm so sorry if anyone is still reading: hiiiiii <3

[sirians-dragon-blog]

🎴Pick a Card Reading:

🌟The important message meant to find you

Hi! Let's do an energy reading for you. Please take what's resonate. Please pick one card from below(or multiple if you feel inclined to) and scroll down to see your pile. Enjoy!

Readings are below

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Moonwort:

Crystals: Carnelian, Black Obsidion

You are being asked to work on severing any toxic relationships, any self-sabotaging and self-degrading thought forms, or projects that are not making you feel truly happy. If you don't feel ready to stop it all, know that the divine encourages you to let them go. It is essential to clear out these energy to make room for the divine abundance meant for you. Your guides are working on the energy sources and traumas that are keeping you trapped or to endure the trap. Fear and worries might rise, but know it is just the rigidity of your ego self.

On the other hand, if you've been working clearing these toxic bonds and karmic relationships, and toxic habits, know that your team is giving you lots of love and light. The purging will be coming to an end soon. Your time to thrive as your soul self is near.

The energy for this pile is very firm. It is still loving and compassionate, but it has a strong "you need to step your foot down" energy. Be authoritative with yourself and the surroundings, you are not here to fit into the mold. Goddess Kali-Ma and Sekhemt are present and helping you break the final boulder into pieces. Very fiery energy pile Moonwort!

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Lavender:

Crystals: Lapis Lazuli, Aquamarine

Your ancient wisdom in the Egyptian timelines and soul's mastery is coming back to you at this time. Your soul is seeking to express and be seen because your wisdom and energy are needed by the world. However, there seems to be doubts and uncertainty in you. You've been on a certain path for so long, you're not comfortable with this side of you. Perhaps you feel that you cannot juggle different hobbies, missions and jobs properly (literally occupation or different goals). Your team is asking you to rise above the situation, see the bigger picture. Ask yourself lovingly, what is it that you're afraid of with this new side of you? How can you let go of distractions and the goals and projects that don't serve your heart's joy? Your awakening is destined, but you are required to make space for them. Do not fear of being seen, my dear. Your spiritual gifts are to be shared and honed. Know that your worries are echos from the past lifes. YOU are living in the NOW. Not the past. Let the divine take away the worries, for you're being protected well in this journey. It doesn't mean oppositions wouldn't arise but when they did, they're here to build your strong and confident characters. They would be the mirrors to your worriying thoughts. When it happened, know it's not meant to discourage you but help you release these thought forms. Your soul yarns to express and so does the wisdom and mastery of you.

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Birch:

Crystals: rose quartz, aventurine

Very auspisious reading for you, my dear!You've completed a purging cycle. After all the struggles and hard work, you are stepping into the new you. Your reward is here. Now, take some time to let go of the worries and anxiety that might have been bothering you since the endeavor. Letting them go will help with the process of reaping what is divinely yours and reclaiming your full power. Take time to put down the stories that have been running in your head about all the impossibilities to reach a successful outcome, because you've achieved what you desire! Allow space and time for the gift to be unraveled around and for you according to the highest good. Allow yourself to pamper your mind, body, and soul. Rest assured that your prayer and request to the Universe had been heard. Your team and soul have accomplished the request. It is done.

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Thank you so much for letting me read for you! I hope this resonates and see u next time❤️

[zaharya]

Straw Hat Pirates as Radiants

I made a presentation about this for power point party on our OnePiece server, and now thanks to seeing @art-in-progressosoup 's post I've been inspired to share it here as well. Please enjoy my take on which Radiant orders I think each of the Straw Hats would be part of and why.

The most obvious one of the lot: Luffy is the Willshaper. His character motivations are entirely built around freedom, and he literally fights oppressive governments at a whim. Not much to say about it really, so moving on.

Zoro is very clearly a Stoneward; his most important character trait is his immense loyalty to Luffy and his crew. He often takes a protector role for the weaker members of the crew, is very firm on his values and ideals, and he's the most competitive one regarding fighting prowess (he literally wants a sports title, essentially).

No, her mirage skill is not the only reason why Nami is a Lightweaver. She's a thief, a con artist; lies are her bread and butter, or they used to be at least, and her relationship to lies and deceit are important to her character arc. The scene at Arlong Park where she finally asks Luffy for help, that's a Truth she spoke! Also, her map making is absolutely artistry and probably needs eidetic memory, so she's got those aspects covered as well.

I considered Lightweaver for Usopp as well since he's a storyteller, but ultimately I feel Elsecaller is a better fit—his dream is literally to reach his highest possible potential by becoming a brave warrior of the sea. His dream can only be reached when he believes it is reached, which pushes him so much further than where most people would set the bar for "brave warrior of the sea", but Usopp has more potential, so he's still going. He's also incredible at encouraging others and tactics, so there's that.

Sanji is a Windrunner, even if current canon Sanji is a terrible one. While Sanji absolutely has the protective urges of a Windrunner, they tend to only apply to women, so I doubt current canon Sanji would make it past the second Ideal. Which is actually why I'd really love a Windrunner arc for him; it'd give him the character development that'd finally make him the amazing character he could be.

This is one of the few picks that has to do with the powers the Radiant order would grant; as a doctor, Chopper is clearly an Edgedancer. He very much keeps the regular people of the world in mind with a desire to help them, which fits wonderfully.

Robin is the most obvious one besides Luffy—she's a quintessential Truthwatcher. Her goal to find the true history of the void century, her scholarly nature, it all just screams Truthwatcher.

Another one I consider fairly obvious; Franky is a Dustbringer. He's a tinkerer, takes things apart to build something new out of the pieces, and he's a literal walking artillery tank. Add to that the thematic aspect of responsibility with the plans for the ancient weapon that he protected for years, then destroyed them at the risk of his own life before allowing the World Government to get them—that's a Dustbringer if I've ever seen one.

Now, I will say that I might've changed my mind about Brook since I initially made this presentation, but I'll share my initial pick first, which is Lightweaver. The reasoning for it is honestly fairly simple; he's an artist. As a musician, he fits the Lightweaver bill just as well as Usopp would as a storyteller or as Nami does as a map maker. Some of his powers also include creating illusions, which was a nice bonus. However, my eyes have recently been opened to the idea of Edgedancer Brook, and I might update this post at some point to add that.

Before you start yelling at me that he's a pirate, just hear me out, okay? Yes, Jimbei is a pirate, yes, he clearly doesn't follow the law—at least not the law of the World Government—but that doesn't mean he can't be a Skybreaker. (We'll ignore that he was a Warlord cause that's not actually my argument for him being a Skybreaker, but he also was a Warlord, which legitimised his actions for years under the law. Anyway.) But he does follow a code, in a way; he follows Luffy. Much like a certain Stormlight character, he chose a person to follow as his code, and he follows it without question. He's a Skybreaker in their best form, a Skybreaker with firm morals who recognises the faults of official codes of law and found other, better codes to honour.

Vivi is a Straw Hat, fight me—and she's a Bondsmith. Now, Bondsmiths as an order are a bit irregular insofar that they're always at least partially circumstantial. Every Bondsmith we know in Stormlight canon becomes one out of necessity, it's always tied to the situation demanding someone to take up that mantle. And that is exactly what Vivi does in Alabasta. There's probably an order that'd fit her equally well if not better personality/character wise, but her choices are what make her a Bondsmith; she chooses to fight for unity and peace for her people, she chooses to take action politically within the World Government and is working to forge more unity there as well. She is Luffy's counterpart, building new, better structures where he tears down the old corrupt ones.

And here we are, the Straw Hats as Knights Radiant!

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(I do have a bunch of other One Piece characters sorted into Radiant orders, but I don't have nice little slides for them, so I might add them later if I ever make those.)

[starglitterz]

CAT & MOUSE.

you and kaeya have been enemies for years. you're a criminal, and he's a knight – it makes sense for you to despise each other. but when he's got you locked up, you wonder if what you feel for him is really hatred at all.

✧ feat : kaeya x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) : suggestive, reader is caught by kaeya, light yandere if you squint

✧ a/n : no comment. this was in the depths of my google docs & i wanted to bring it over here! hope you enjoy <3

please reblog w tags + comment ! it helps a lot ^_^

you’re not normally the type to make stupid mistakes like this. especially not the kind that would lead to you being captured and held in a dungeon in the middle of nowhere. the worst part? it appears that your captor is your greatest enemy – the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, kaeya alberich.

“well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” you hear his familiar voice sneer as he walks down the stairs, footsteps echoing in the small room. you’ve seen him a countless number of times, usually only when you’re escaping by the skin of your teeth as you evade arrest yet again, but the sight of him is enough to knock the air out of your lungs. his dark hair spills over his shoulder in a messy ponytail, and his blue eye gleams in the low light of the dungeon, striking features illuminated solely by a flickering lamp. for someone who’s meant to be your nemesis, you can’t help but think that he’s shockingly attractive.

“get over yourself, alberich,” you roll your eyes, “it was a rookie mistake.” “and one that could cost you your life,” he continues smoothly, voice as suave as ever even as he discusses your potential death. the air between the two of you crackles with tension, all those years of fighting culminating in this meeting where the weight of your shared history of you dodging his attempts at capturing you is almost suffocating.

“yeah right,” you scoff, “if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it by now. or are you too scared?” a sardonic chuckle slips past your lips, “hah, that’s rich. mondstadt’s famed cavalry captain is too cowardly to kill the prisoner he’s been seeking for years-” “i would watch my words if i were you,” kaeya cuts in, an unmistakably icy undertone to his words, “it’s not too late to change my mind.”

“change your mind? you mean you’re not going to kill me?” your brain is working overtime to try and figure out why he wouldn’t want to get rid of you, a potential threat to mondstadt’s safety. kaeya doesn’t deign to answer and instead strolls closer, a smug smirk curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you with your wrists tied behind your back. “you look almost… pretty like this, you know?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut to hide the way your heartbeat accelerates, “i didn’t come here to hear about your kinks.” “in all fairness, you didn’t choose to come here at all,” amusement tinges his tone, and you know he’s poking fun at you now, doing his best to rile you up so you’ll lose your temper – you hate the fact that it’s actually working.

“shut up,” you scowl and he winces exaggeratedly, the action only serving to make you even more annoyed. then kaeya reaches a hand to cup your face, tilting his head almost innocently though the mischievous glimmer in his gaze gives his act away. his hands are cold against your skin, so you try to squirm away but he easily grips your chin – firm enough to make you face him, yet gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt.

“leave me alone,” you snarl, “don’t you dare-” “tsk.” he clicks his tongue, “i might have to get a gag for you if you keep talking so much.” “you wouldn’t.” your eyes meet his, but there’s a hint of uncertainty in yours. he nods with false reluctance, an easy smile gracing his features, “of course not. i enjoy our banter far too much.”

with one finger, he tilts your chin up, a smirk playing about his idiotically kissable lips, “but be careful – my patience will only stretch so far.” “i’m not scared of you.” the words are filled with venom as you snap at him, but he merely laughs, “that’s what i love about you.” “love?” you gasp, unable to hide your surprise, and kaeya chuckles, “you wish. perhaps i’m just entertained by how much you pretend to hate me.” “i do hate you,” you do your best to seem intimidating, but it’s undermined by how your voice shakes as if you yourself don’t believe your words. you hate kaeya… right? “there’s a thin line between love and hate,” kaeya grins, “i would know.”

you despise the way he speaks in riddles, the way he always tries to arrest you, the compliments that fall from his lips like jewels, you despise everything about him – but you don’t. not really. that’s just a lie you’ve been telling yourself because you refuse to admit that amidst all those years of intense combat, both verbal and physical, you’ve allowed yourself to fall for him. kaeya lets out a low whistle, “i think you agree with me, don’t you?” you’re silent for a moment, unwilling to confess to him how right he is. then you say scornfully, “that’s just your ego talking,” but your heart is thumping against your ribcage so loudly you’re worried he’s going to hear it.

“is that so?” kaeya’s voice drops to a whisper, and his finger skims across your lips almost teasingly, with an undertone of affection he certainly shouldn't be harboring for a criminal. yet the way you can't stop how your pupils dilate as you gaze up at him makes a knowing smirk curve his lips – you definitely like this as much as he does. he moves his hand away and you hate how you already miss his touch, and the satisfied manner with which he smiles at you makes you wonder if he can read your mind.

“i must admit, i don’t think i hate you,” kaeya murmurs, the words hanging heavy in the air. “what?” it comes out rougher than you expected, probably because of the anticipation bubbling in your chest as you try to ponder the meaning behind his words. “the things i’d like to do with you…” he dips his head to whisper in your ear, breath warm against your skin, “i don’t think they’re things that one would do with someone they hate.” a soft gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it, and kaeya pulls back with a smug grin, “how cute.” you hiss at that, exhaling through gritted teeth because you can’t deny the butterflies forming in your stomach from his suggestive words, and you don’t think you can formulate a coherent sentence without your voice trembling.

“you can stay here until the attention regarding your case dies down,” kaeya stands up, “otherwise you’ll be thrown into jail the second you step out.” “but you’re a knight! you should be arresting me!” you blurt out, mind racing through a mess of emotions from how he’s left you with a desperate want blossoming in your core.

“i should be… but i’m not one to play by the rules,” kaeya throws you a confident smirk over his shoulder, and he lifts an eyebrow, “don’t tell me you’d rather rot in a jail cell?” heat rises to your face, and you look away from his playful gaze, “no…” “that’s what i thought,” he snickers. but just as he’s about to turn to leave, you ask, “what do you get out of this?” kaeya turns around to face you one last time, a teasing smile on his lips, “i get to keep you to myself a little longer.” and with that as his parting words, he leaves you in a daze, wondering what on earth you’re going to do about your feelings for him.

starglitterz 2025. do not repost, edit, modify, or feed to ai.

[glamorous-egoist]

So I haven’t been this sad in an episode of a medical drama since a handful of ER episodes. (I won’t spoil for folks who are discovering the show for the first time.)

Literally the saddest hour I’ve experienced in a while. Spoilers under the cut for Ep. 8.

I’ll start with the drowning death because honestly what the hell man…

The little girl who drowned that was agonizing, whoever played the mom? Heartbreaking, like I felt that through the screen. Once again Mel, my girl Mel, watching her sit with the sister actually made me teary eyed, she’s excellent, I love her so much. Like the entire part of the episode with the drowning victim and the sisters, she was so good.

Mel also finally getting relief about Rita and her mother too, I’m glad she came back.

Shifting to Javadi, Santos and Garcia for the Crohn’s Disease patient, which was not GI related. Javadi realizing it was a spider bite and getting the patient the help she needed, while showing off to her mom? Yes! I’m so glad to see her gaining confidence. Javadi is quickly becoming a favorite.

Santos. Nope not going there. I get it, I do, but she’s really bothering me. Kudos to her actress. Also for the record I don’t actively hate her, the writing just makes me really dislike her, I recoil with her behavior. It reminds me a lot of Carter in Season 2 of ER, I would actively cringe when he was on screen with his nonsense.

I am actively rewatching ER as I watch The Pitt, I’d started before The Pitt premiered. This is my third or fourth rewatch of ER, after watching it air live in the 90s/00s. So my crush on Noah has been two decades long in case you’re wondering.

Though kudos to Garcia for standing up for Langdon, I’m glad to see that there is no bad blood just good natured ribbing.

McKay and the weird pair of women, that may or may not be trafficking. It sounds like trafficking though, but her with Dana keeping them apart to try and get to the bottom of it? Love it! But I love Dana, that is my GOAT. Just really curious as to where that’s going?

The pacemaker patient, great little tidbit of history it’s great when a show can do that, this show really has shown the POC struggle and I really have to commend it.

Both Langdon and Robby teaching in that scene, so good no notes. Mohan also, I mean she’s great same with Javadi, all four of them were just excellent. I really love Langdon, I think he’s a great doctor, and I’m excited to see how he develops. But also the fact the pacemaker patient spoke about Adamson, seeing Robby get choked up, I felt that, you can tell it meant a lot. Kudos to Noah and his acting.

Collins, McKay and Santos and the missing finger. Another scene I had to close my eyes for because it was a bit too much. Though the patient hitting on Collins and realizing something was wrong a scene later was quite interesting esp after mentioning he was studying psychology.

Which brings me to Collins, the choice to show her having to get back to work after the miscarriage is hard. It’s hard to know that this is a reality a lot of women face and one that people don’t want to discuss out loud, but we should. I didn’t think she’d finish the shift, but here she is. Also what level of torture is this making her work the damn drowning, you all are out of your damn minds.

I’m really curious on the background with that and Robby, just keep dangling it I guess. Whatever. Pfft. (I care so much, please tell us!)

On Robby the exchange at Central with Dana about Mohan, Carter my love is that you? (Again if the lawsuit comes for me so be it, I really don’t care!) also him sitting down and explaining things to grieving people with compassion? It reminds me of Dr. Mark Greene… I’ll do my time in jail I don’t care!

Finally we get to the organ donor and honor walk, what a heartbreaking scene, but just so real. Ever seen those videos on social media? Ugly crying over it here too, but glad to see that story wrapped.

Honorable mentions? Myra girl, do not scare me like that again! Mohan and the heavy metals patient, again Dana my GOAT with the patient scores dig at Robby, she’s right and we all know it. Dana and Whitaker another great exchange, she’s the best. Also my boy made it another hour!

See you next week?

[bekkathyst]

New Crystal Sale - February 22nd 2025 Rules & Procedures

Hello friends! Everyone planning to participate in the sale today, please read. This is how everything will work. I’m posting some brand new crystals! It’s possible I may need to post more tomorrow if I don’t finish tonight. Invoicing will be started the day after all items are posted.

I will start posting items for sale directly here on Tumblr. To claim an item and place your order, do the following:

Reply to the post (those who are unable to reply for whatever reason can reblog) saying “sold” or “mine" with the quantity you’d like to claim. It’s important you do this so we can see who claimed something first in case something sells out.

Keep a list of everything you claim (with the item number for each item). Once you’re done claiming, please message me over the instant messenger.

Include the following information in your message:

Your email address for the invoice, the country you live in (for shipping purposes - we are shipping from Austria), and the list of what you claimed (with the item numbers). Also please let me know if you want your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. “Open box” simply means you want us to hang onto your items after you pay so that you can continue to add things from future sales so everything can be shipped together for convenience 😊

Shipping to Europe is $12

Shipping elsewhere is $15

For extra-large packages, shipping is $20

Be sure to send your info at the end of the sale or whenever you’re sure you’re done claiming.

Invoicing will be done through my online shop “Bekkathyst” - the invoice gets sent to your email and you get the option to pay with a PayPal account or with a credit or debit card. You don’t need to have a PayPal account to pay.

Please pay as soon as possible so we can continue to shop for new inventory at the show :)

If you decide you’re backing out of a claim before the sale is over, message me so that I can delete your comment. Please try to avoid doing this. Thank you!

We now offer an “open box” option in which you can continue to keep your order open (aka have us not ship it yet) for future sales so everything can be shipped together once you’re ready. When you send your info please don’t forget to let me know if you’d like your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. Thank you!! 🙏

For all items that are marked random selection, you may make a request for a specific piece and we will do our best to honor your request, but it is not always possible. Please keep that in mind :)

Any questions? Feel free to ask! I hope you’ll join us and have lots of fun!

[ghostlem]

HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TO MY SILLY DHMIS OC HELMET!!

Now, I'd really want to talk about something.

October 2022 was when I showed the first drawing of Helmet, my dhmis oc, and the same way it turned one year old recently, my Tumblr account had also turned one year old some days (or weeks) ago. The first fandom I interacted with here was the dhmis fandom, dhmis was an hyperfixation of mine that is still kind of living rent free in my mind. The moment I started interacting with the fandom I felt like I was being welcomed with open arms, people made fanarts of my silly little Helmet and interacted with me, and I'm not lying when I say I finally felt like I was really part of a fandom, like people actually liked and enjoyed the stuff I did with Helmet, like I was finally part of something. Thanks to the fandom I met some of the best mutuals I could ask for that I still like to "talk" to them from time to time (I'm looking at you guys @brightlydim @reoltherabbit @softshell-enthusiast :3 ), I honestly couldn't be more grateful not only for the people I have interacted with while I was active in the fandom, but also for the amount of fun I've had in it. I'd seriously do anything to be able to go back to those days, I loved every second of the period where the fandom was active, and all I'm able to say is thanks to everyone who had made me live one of the bests times of my life, even if it all happened behind a screen, those days will always have a special place in both my heart and memory.

[bowtiestash]

i really find it interestin that you can kinda clock an artist's age based on how self-deprecatin they are lol

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

guys i need to be dancing at a house party tipsy with someone im attracted to so bad btw. ive never been to a house party in real life (though id quite like to at least once) but i really have been desperately needing that specific (probably awful for me) sensory and social environment so bad lately

[nervetower]

Itoki Hana - Vs. Magolor Soul Vocal Arrange (English Translation)

There isn't a star at the end of that light, anymore Let me give you lies like magic Let me give you lies the color of the sky however many you want Let me give you lies like magic Let me give you lies your favorite color again, and again Why did you open your eyes Why? Why would you while knowing that gentle dream? If those who are honest can't see foolishness I wonder if you can see me Can you see me? Let me give you lies like magic Let me give you lies the color of the sky Let me give you lies your favorite color The color of the sky, I... Why did you open your eyes Why? Why would you while knowing that gentle dream? You say that everything time steals away can still be believed in? True, you can still touch me but it will never reach Because even the pain we will never come to an understanding for will disappear in the end If those who believe can be saved was there ever anything I truly believed in? If those who are honest can't see foolishness I wonder if you can see me Can you see me? Even your favorite color of the sky Ah, like this, Like the seasons, it completely changes You say that everything time steals away can still be believed in? True, you can still touch me but it will never reach Because even our solitude we will never share will disappear in the end (For how long can I keep lying to you...) Do you know? There is no star at the end of that light, anymore Can't you see? Don't you now see me? There was never a promise we made, nor a place for me to return to from the beginning Until everything turns into lies, just let me have a gentle dream

[aspiringnexu]

Saw a post a while ago that mentioned a debate among Star Wars fans and Star Trek fans about the typical who-would-win between a Borg Cube and the Death Star.

I'll leave them to that debate because who-would-win is highly dependent on the plot anyway and that kind of debate only leads to arguments (plus I find it incredibly boring, I'd much rather debate things like the similarities and disparities between human cultures in the two universes, one with and one without Earth, that would be interesting). But what did catch my eye was a mini-debate later on with people discussing whether or not said Cube would detect the Death Star approaching, the argument being that the modes of travel in the two different universes (namely warp and hyperspace) are so different that the Cube wouldn't be able to detect the Death Star until it reverted to real space.

Which reminded me how much I love that the two travel systems are so similar and yet so different.

I won't be able to get too technical, I'm sure some fans know the exact ins and outs of both kinds of space traversal, but the fundamental difference is how the ships attain FTL, or Faster Than Light. Because otherwise space travel takes FOREVER.

In Star Trek they use impulse engines to putter about for more precision maneuvering but use warp engines to achieve FTL, the warp engines 'warping' space by making a subspace bubble around the ship and therefore insulating it from the extreme pressures of breaking normal physics. As you do.

In Star Wars they use sublight engines for the usual puttering and maneuvering but instead they rely on the hyperdrive to achieve FTL which punts the ship into hyperspace, basically a parallel dimension where ships can achieve FTL without undue stress to the ship itself.

In both cases ships can be pulled out of their warp bubbles or their hyperspace streams due to factors in normal space. In Star Wars, for example, there exist Interdictor class ships which produce massive gravity wells, similar to those of moons or any other significant cosmic body which forces ships to drop out of hyperspace in order to avoid crashing into said body. (This also makes jumping into hyperspace too close to a planetary body incredibly risky. Not impossible, mind, but there is a reason planetary governments have a minimum distance allocated for incoming and outgoing ships.) Star Wars also makes a big deal out of Hyperspace Lanes (there was an entire war fought over them at one point) which are routes that have been confirmed to be empty of any cosmic phenomena discounting the occasional asteroid that wanders in. They're used as major shipping lanes and commercial passenger transports as a result. You can, of course, elect not to use the routes but you run the risk of encountering surprises even with a navicomputer.

In Star Trek the same rules seem to apply with various cosmic phenomena able to disrupt the warp drive and pull the ship out of warp, whether it be extreme gravimetric distortions that require precision piloting to avoid or nebula too thick for the engines to filter or, really, the list goes on. Could be anything from a nebula to the glowing green hand of a supposed Greek god stopping you from going to warp.

But regardless of the actual metrics of the two kinds of space travel, I find the idea that neither ship would be expecting the other to just appear incredibly amusing.

Neither universe would have any experience with a ship that travels in a space bubble or a ship that just casually drops in from another dimension and really why focus on inter-fandom discourse when you can focus on the incidental comedy?