#I just need to know if anyone else has experienced this as a possible sign of ocd

[dusk-the-cat]

I’ve recently heard of Moral OCD and I feel like the applies to me (As in: I have most of the signs + other ocd symptoms) but I genuinely don’t know if me feeling incredibly guilty over (what would be to most people) minor things is a realization of me being a bad person or if it’s irrational.

[bubble-leaves]

gosh id love to request more reth… whether it be headcanons or a oneshot.. anything youre comfy with! (er. maybe even spice for the scoundrels [me]) but you have soo much reth id feel so bad.. same anon that complimented before if you saw that. ill sign off as 🍲 :)

Gotcha covered with spice! Also, thank you for your supportive message, I really appreciate it ☹️🩷

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reth knows what's you're doing

Reth . . .

Is obviously a service top, and a switch that leans primarily toward . . . well, whatever you want! He is not afraid to use dirty jokes and playful innuendo, but will always get caught off-guard and flustered when you reciprocate with genuine desire (“Now you got me all riled up, how am I supposed to focus on the soup?”). Despite that, of course, he adores seeing you become shy whenever he touches or kisses you beforehand. Shaky, nervous hands, soft panting, and little cooes of bashfulness from his lover easily get him going. Being prone to please, Reth NEVER has sex without foreplay. Your pleasure is his top priority, and he wants to extend it as much as possible and get you in the perfect mood. Adding onto his servicing nature, Reth loves doing everything he can to make you tremble and whimper for him to keep going without using ‘himself,’ so to speak. Translation: expect a lot of head. Hearing you gasp, sigh, and moan out in bliss gives him life, not to mention how your fingers grab his hair when you’re close.

That’s the thing about Reth, though; he wants you to cum your brains out. He’s not afraid to let you know that, too. He can adapt to what you need every time; feeling exclusively desperate and horny? Dirty talk and slight degradation it is. Feeling passionate and lovey-dovey? Praise and worship it is. Feeling sheepish or nervous? Encouragement it is. Or a combo, it all depends. Reth’s an expert at reading the room and what you want.

Despite being a major flirt and giving off fuckboy vibes, Reth actually takes sex very seriously. He’s not all about just “fucking.” He wants to show you how much he cares about you, trusts you, and loves you without words. Plus, sex with you is the most validating thing he’s ever experienced. Reth’s heart just races whenever you express how much you want him and love him. It’s hard to believe. But each time, with every touch, kiss—hell, even every deep scratch on his back—you make him believe he’s worth loving. Being pleasured by you, as well, drives him crazy with how loved and desired he feels. When you take control, Reth surrenders everything. He trusts you more than anyone. You have full reign over his body. He’s a blushing mess, but alas, he’s your mess. He loves being trapped under you, watching you ride your gorgeous body on his. And yes, Reth tries to hide his moans at first. The first few times, he’s afraid the noises he makes will be embarrassing or turn you off. After a few more times, though, he’ll learn to be more vocal, especially when he’s desperate. He can’t help but be loud whenever you’re on your knees for him, as well. Giving oral is the most honoring thing you can do for Reth. He’ll try to balance the worship out by running his hands through your hair and telling you how beautiful you are, and how good you’re doing. It just feels strange being serviced without offering something else in return; doing things for others has been a major point of his entire life. But with you literally on your knees, happy to oblige in giving him mind-numbing pleasure, that point is completely discarded. You’re the only person that can do that for him.

Reth tells himself how lucky he is every time he wakes up to you after a night of passion or lust. He doesn’t know why you chose him to be yours. No clue. However, he’d never pass up the opportunity to love you, to thank you for accepting him and loving him as he is.

[happiest-hotch]

OMG please write about married!Hotch x reader going to a club tearing it up on the dance floor for a BAU night out, and an older Jack happens to be there maybe with his girlfriend and he’s mortified seeing his parents really getting down?

i would dance all over this man

Nights out with the BAU have never gotten less fun. Even as team members changed and through the years you and Aaron were away from the team, first in WITSEC then just to take a break. The plan formulated during your months together in hiding had been to wait until Jack was at college before going back to work

Hanging out at the regular bar was a sign nothing had changed in a decade.

After finishing probably the roughest case you've experienced since you rejoined the team, a team night out was needed, so you happily join Penelope in her mission to drag everyone out.

These days, Aaron doesn't need much convincing. He's more casual after WITSEC, and letting loose a little around the team isn't the worst thing in the world. It probably helps that he's not the boss anymore, and your unit chief also isn't opposed to letting her hair down.

He's only a few drinks in when you're able to convince him to come and dance. Maybe there's some using how much he loves you, but he doesn't protest.

It's hot and sweaty on the dance floor, and you're in a less-than-professional amount of clothing, dancing up on your husband like you're 24.

Aaron keeps his hands firmly on your hips, swaying to the music with you, but what's most sinful is his lips against your neck, very visible to everyone else, and the hard-on in his pants which thankfully remains unnoticed by anyone who's not pressed as hard against him as you are.

Penelope leans over to speak to you, or yell, thanks to how loud the bass is. "He's going to pull a muscle if he keeps dancing like that!" She jokes.

You giggle as you let him spin you around so you're face to face. It's gotten much more heated, and there's no doubt you're grinding provocatively against each other.

You hold his strong forearms, leaning up to whisper something downright filthy in his ear, but he talks first. "Jack."

You chuckle, grimacing. "That's not my idea of dirty talk."

"No." He shakes his head before nodding across the room. "Jack's here."

You pull away from your husband quickly, following his glance across the room before you catch his son. "What's Jack doing here?" You ask in shock. It's definitely a compromising position to be caught in with his dad.

"I don't know," Aaron says, taking hold of your hand and pulling you away from the dance floor and towards his son.

You briefly wonder if it's more or less awkward to acknowledge that he's seen you all over each other. Ignoring it might mean you can possibly look Jack in the eyes again at some point in the next ten years.

There's a girl next to him and you guess it's who he had said he was bringing home to meet you and Aaron during summer vacation. Her dress is probably not what she was expecting to be wearing during a round of meet-the-parents.

"That was awful." Jack deadpans, exactly like his father. "Seriously, I'm not sure how I'm going to burn that out of my memory."

"What are you doing here?" Aaron asks, ignoring the comments that you're struggling not to laugh at.

"Thought you guys were still on a case," Jack explains. "I didn't think I'd catch you dry-humping in a club."

You let out a chuckle while Aaron shakes his head. "Don't say that." He scolds weakly.

"I am so sorry you had to meet them like this." Jack turns to the girl next to him and says.

You offer out your hand to shake hers. "I'm Y/n, and I promise we're not always like this."

Aaron shakes her hand as well, introducing himself. "Yeah, usually our son has far better manners and introduces us to people."

"Usually, my parents aren't engaging in foreplay in the club." Jack teases you both.

You know how to get him back, and you click your tongue. "You don't know that."

It makes both boys' eyes widen while Jack's girlfriend laughs slightly, and the tension is loosened.

"Should we not mention this tomorrow?" She offers, speaking more confidently now that she can read the situation as humorous.

"Deal." You agree for both you and Aaron. "We should go."

"Home to sleep." Jack finishes the sentence for you, raising his eyebrows like a parent would do to their child, rather than the other way around.

Aaron does something you don't expect, frowning. "No promises."

[luckycharms1701]

Just read Mikey’s mating season, would write one for Raphael?

of course i will, anything for our boy in red! i will say that bay raph in particular is hard for me to write, so i hope this is decent

again, it's a lil spicyyy 🌶️ reader beware!

The first time it's brought up, Raph absolutely refuses to allow you to spend his season with him. Won't even have the conversation. Not even Mikey can convince him to just talk to you. It takes a literal act of God to force him into it- stranded in your apartment together while a late snowstorm rages, just as his season is starting.

Raph is naturally afraid that he will hurt you. But what he doesn't tell you is that he is afraid of the vulnerability. Raph's season is a highly emotional time for this passionate guy. He knows that he'll be more open- generally the first sign that his season is starting is when he admits something to one of his brothers that he doesn't actually want them to know. So forced into close quarters with you, alone- he's afraid of what he'll say, afraid that the depths of his feelings will drive you off.

He is shocked that when the time comes, his anger doesn't overwhelm him the way it normally does. Instead, it is his love for you that takes over. He finds himself feeling incredibly affectionate. He even chirps for you. (Once it's over he's mortified and you have to swear that you'll never tell anyone ever). The sadness he associates with this time? Again, all gone, because you're here.

The cuddling is real and it is. Frequent. Raph doesn't like to let you go and will often carry you around if you need to move from the bed. But good luck getting him to agree to let you leave the bed. He likes you there and he does not want you to leave. Surely he can go get whatever you need? You belong in his arms, as far as he is concerned.

So, Raph. Once you get him on board, he has rules. These are non-negotiable, because not following them could possibly result in him hurting you and that Will Not Happen. The biggest rule is that you cannot tease him. Teasing riles him up like nothing else and if he loses control and hurts you... no. It Won't Happen. He'll lock himself in a different room and take care of himself before he'll let you break one of his rules.

However, that doesn't mean that it's not a good time for both of you. It's hard at first, because Raph is so afraid to let go, but once he does? Once all that passion is set free and focused on you? It is absolutely some of the most intense lovemaking you've ever experienced in your life. And that's what it is- lovemaking.

All of Raph's affection and tender feelings take over, and he is intense but so gentle at the same time. When it's not mating season, he can be rough sometimes, although never more than you can handle. Not so during mating season. Even when he's pounding into you, driving you wild as you writhe under him, he doesn't hurt you. The only bruises you come out with are in the shape of his hands on your hips.

He is surprisingly quiet when he fucks you. Everything in him is so focused on you that he barely notices his own pleasure. He does chirp a lot, and when it happens the churring practically vibrates the whole bed. He prefers to draw sounds out of you instead. There is a certain dark chuckle he gives that warns you that you are about to get loud. He loves to quiet down so he can catch the nearly silent gasp that comes out of you when his fingers hit that spot deep in you.

He becomes an anxious mother hen when it's over. He hovers. It's a little maddening but he needs you to indulge. He needs to be able to make sure that you're okay, that he didn't hurt you. He is of course worried for no reason, you're fine. But he's still a little cuddly, so you enjoy indulging him.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[sematarygirls]

💐 with Sonny pleasee if you haven't done it yet. With this quote:

☕️ ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── sonny believes that you are his destiny

   You had known Sonny for a very long time, picked up on his little quirks and habits. You could read him better than anyone else, and right now, you could tell that something was weighing on his mind. Sitting across from him in the diner that you two had frequented often to catch up and talk when you had particularly busy weeks and couldn't make time for each other, you noted the distinct furrow in his brow and the way that he kept drawing in a sharp breath, his lips kept parting ever so slightly and then closing again like he was going to say something but thought better of it.

"You know," he said after a long pause, "I don’t really believe in coincidences." He glanced down, his pointer finger tracing the rim of his coffee cup, seemingly mulling over his words and deciding what to say before he said it. "I mean, every day, I see how things happen, one tiny choice leading to another." He glanced back up at you, a vulnerability in his eyes that made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, it makes me think that maybe all of this… maybe everything that happens is always leading us somewhere."

"Like... fate?" You asked softly, your brows furrowing as you processed his words. You didn't really peg him for the type of guy to believe that everything happened for a reason.

"I know it sounds crazy," he added, feeling a little silly, but the words kept spilling out of him before he could stop them, like he's been holding it in for a long time and just needed to get it out. "But I feel like I’ve known you long before I actually did. Like everything that's happened has happened just so I could sit here, across from you."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, hanging onto every syllable. There was something so romantic, so utterly raw and exposed about the way he was baring his soul to you. "Do you really believe that?" You questioned him quietly, your grip on your own coffee cup tightening as the warmth seeped through the ceramic onto your skin.

He laughed nervously, running his hand through his hair in that familiar, endearing way. Your eyes tracked his movement momentarily before snapping back to his face, searching for any signs of insincerity, but you knew Sonny. He was anything but insincere. "I never really thought about it much before, but..." he trailed off, his gaze sliding away to look around the small diner.

Everything around you—the sounds of dishes clattering, silverware scraping against porcelain, the enthusiastic chatter of people talking with their families and friends—it all seemed to fade into the background as you hung on his every word, staring intently at him as if urging him to continue.

"It’s like… all my life, I’ve been chasing something. Justice, maybe. A purpose." He stopped briefly, struggling to vocalize the swarm of emotions and feelings and thoughts that he was experiencing in that moment. "And then, you show up, and it’s like suddenly, things make sense. Like maybe.... maybe I was always meant to find you, no matter what."

You felt a warmth spread through you, a relief for an ache you didn't even know you had. All the nights you'd spent with him, laughing and talking, his comfort and presence seeping into the fabric of your life like he belonged there, like he'd always been there. You didn't realize until this moment, until he had taken the first step, that you were unfathomably in love with him.

"I think... I think I feel the same way. That maybe, somehow, we were meant to be... together," you said hesitantly. There were definitely romantic undertones to his whole speech, and you were hoping he meant it that way, but there was always the possibility that Sonny, the sweet and sometimes oblivious man that he was, had just been trying to explain his gratitude for your friendship.

The furrow in Sonny's brows softened, relief flooding him at your words. You had been silent for such a long moment that he thought he said something wrong, ruined the friendship that you two shared by attempting to make it something more. "Yeah?" He asked gently, seeking that little bit of conformation as he offered his hand to you.

"Yeah," you nodded, a warm smile tugging at your lips as you placed your hand in his. And in that moment, you two just stared at each other, sharing an understanding that didn't require the spoken word. You were meant to be here. You were meant to be with him and him with you.

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[ender-cloud]

RACHEL :(

TGS Spoilers under cut

This is the first time after an update that I’ve been absolutely lost for words, not because nothing happened, but because theres so much to unpack about it.

“How many times did you meet him?” Did Jasper ever actually meet Hyde Until he was tied up? He heard about him plenty of times sure but I don’t think he’s actually spent time with him, so in a way Rachel makes sense by seeing this.

But Jasper also grew close with Jekyll during this time and I dont think his feelings should be side lined, he worked side by side with Jekyll and really got to connect with him.

Rachel was close to both so it makes sense why she may be reflecting through anger towards anyone she’s near. But either way Jaspers feelings shouldn’t be sidelined.

Ooooo boy, there are some things to unpack here

Rachel ignoring the signs that Hyde looking like Jekyll because of her grief from Eli’s death is heart wrenching, it was so obvious to her but she really needed it to be Eli for her to cope.

It was an unhealthy way, especially now that everything had been revealed but it helped her at the time, even though it was harming those around her.

Now its like everything is crumbling infront of her eyes

It seems to just now hit her, even when she was talking to Lucy and her brother a couple of chapters back it just now hit her that it’s official

There was always something in the back of her mind telling her that it was possible that this was Eli back to her and after her talk with her Brother and Lucy, it stayed there.

Now she knows that its not true, she knows officially its all gone and that comfort she got in the thought, her coping mechanism, its all gone.

The Lodgers are in disarray, and it makes me wonder how is Jasper so calm in this situation.

He’s been here the shortest time but he worked one on one with Jekyll, he has plenty of a right to freak out too yet he is keeping calm and Helping everyone else

In a way he was becoming Jekylls apprentice, which would give some explanation to why he’s trying to help everyone’s nerves, it’s as if he’s trying to prove that he can handle things, to himself and maybe Jekyll as well, perhaps knowing that Jekyll is Hyde dosent bother him that much

Jasper has the most understanding of Jekylls situation, he’s a werewolf, he knows about transforming and he also tried to cure it through potions, he wouldn’t judge Jekyll as Harshly as the other lodgers because it’s something he can relate to. He probably thinks Hyde is Jekylls version of a werewolf, maybe that’s why he’s not freaking out, he understands wanting to hide that part of yourself and he gets why Jekyll may have not wanted to tell anyone.

He has that connection to Jekyll that no one else has, not even the people who Jekyll has known for so long. Having another being inside of yourself that you cant always control, that’s something only Jasper has also experienced.

Anyway, Jasper giving Rachel his jacket because he couldn’t stay with her was very cute and made me very giddy

[rooniper]

The inevitable Ralph Lore Masterpost

Here it comes. After my second re-read and a week of talking about this fictional cringefail tragic girl dad to anyone who would listen, here it finally is, because I felt a need to write all of this down for future reference and also because I am very close to exploding at any given second of the day.

Also: do keep in mind some of this is my personal speculation/theories/ramblings and probably not canon, but I did try to stick to just the book as much as possible. This is not a coherent essay. Really, it’s a word vomit because I can’t stop thinking about the funny Phone Man. I still probably missed some things, feel free to chime in in the replies, might make a Part 2 unpacking some of the lore/non-Ralph related bits in the future who knows.

Anyways, in no particular order (AND OBVIOUSLY; SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT):

Pre-Freddy’s Era Details I Couldn’t Fit Anywhere Else (Or: Upbringing, College and some Coppelia’s Mom Speculation)

There’s not much info about Ralph’s childhood from what I could gather, except two things: he was bullied in school to the point where he had to hide in a locked bathroom stall to get away from his classmates, and his father was a major a-hole who had extremely high expectations for him and also used to scare him out of wanting to play hide-and-seek with him which. Goddamn. The quote “all your life you’ve gotten used to not pushing buttons” really, really doesn’t help the horrible parents allegations. So yeah the man has daddy issues, jot that down.

Expanding on the previous point: a lot of his parenting of Coppelia seems to be directly influenced by his own upbringing. The paragraph-long tangent about how he’s purposefully awful at hide-and-seek because he never wants Pel to feel as scared as he did is an obvious example, but he also brings her gifts from work pretty much constantly (and sidenote: he thinks of taking things from his job that he never breaks the rules at to bring to her all the goddamn time, while being actively hunted by murderous animatronics. That’s so goddamn wholesome I’m sorry even when he’s scared out of his mind he’s constantly thinking of her). He never puts her down the way it’s implied he was put down as a child, he seems really supportive of her hobbies by the way he talks about her reading. I have more to say about his parenting skills, but the fact that he’s terrified of becoming like his own father/parents seems to be a giant part of them.

He’s a college dropout who majored in psychology, aiming to specialize in child psychology, which makes so much sense but also I find incredibly ironic considering he later exhibits very VERY obvious signs of what’s probably PTSD and doesn’t clock it at all. But that is also going to be its separate point, put a pin in that.

It’s not just implied, but pretty explicitly stated by Ralph himself that he’s a massive overachiever. He was probably pretty academically successful in college, considering he mentions it was a surprise to most people that he’d drop out to get into security work. It’s pretty strongly implied this was mostly because he was pressured into succeeding by his parents. My man has that helicopter parents burnout syndrome, and escaped it by going into a job where he could still interact with kids like he wanted to as a psychologist but actually be happy, and that means a lot to me actually.

(Very important sidenote, because I don’t know where else to put this: the fact that his real dream job is to make children’s toys is just so real to me, especially as someone who’s also experienced academic burnout. It makes so much sense for him to want to do something with his hands where he can create something tangible after being pushed into being traditionally ‘successful’ in academia by his environment. Also put a pin in this as well because I have another point to make about the whole toymaker thing)

He seems to be at least low-contact with his family, which is understandable from what we know about his father - I’d say it’s likely he even cut contact completely after dropping out of college. The fact that he never mentions his parents as a possibility when he talks about babysitting options, or the fact that he doesn’t even consider them taking care of Coppelia when he is literally about to die seems pretty telling to me. I mean, alternatively, they could both be dead, depending on how old Ralph is, but since Coppelia’s only eleven that seems a bit unlikely.

Coppelia’s mom is a mystery. There is exactly one mention of her in this entire book and it doesn’t come from Ralph, but from Pel, so we know she does in fact exist but that’s about it. When Ralph talks about parenting Coppelia he never mentions her mom, even as far back as when Coppelia was one year old. They probably divorced when Coppelia was really young, and Ralph likely has full custody, since he never mentions Coppelia going to her mother’s for the weekend or anything like that. And that’s all we know.

Freddy’s and Related Tidbits (Or: I Stuffed Everything Related to his Relationship to Fazbear Entertainment in this Section)

He’s worked at Freddy’s for at least eleven years, because he mentions Coppelia being a month old when he already had the job and recorded his first training tape. If FNAF 1 indeed takes place in 1993, that means he was already working at Freddy’s by 1982 and likely earlier. Which, side-tangent, would imply that either Fredbear’s Family Diner was removed enough from Fazbear Entertainment by then for him not to know anything beyond the vague existence about the bite of ‘83, or that FNAF 1 takes place after 1993. But at this point the timeline is confusing enough that who knows.

He’s never moved up to management despite being there for more than a decade, also doesn’t appear to know Henry or William (especially if you believe the whole Dave-is-probably-William theory).

He was employee of the month 22 times. He also likely competed against his murderer ex-boss in disguise for the longest employee of the month award streak which is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.

He’s written some of the rules at Freddy’s. Because of course he has.

He leaves passive-agressive notes to the dayshift guard and also thinks about shoving a ballpoint pen in the cleaning staff’s faces. And also talks about reporting people for slacking off. What I’m trying to say that he’s probably not the most popular of people with the rest of the staff, and doesn’t appear to realize why that could possibly be. Worst enemy of folks who don’t want to take their shitty minimum wage job extremely seriously.

On a related note, he takes his job so seriously oh my god. He does like twenty other jobs each night while the animatronics are trying to kill him. He’s probably the only person still doing reports. Management is very much implied to never read them. He writes them anyway. The fact that he was genuinely called ‘the Phone Guy’ and also was in training videos is also amazing (and also pushes the Trans Phone Guy agenda for anyone who considers Kim from the FNAF movie to be a stand-in for him).

This is specifically night-shift related: While it’s true that his survival instincts are absolutely shot, he is, when pushed, demonstrated to be capable of extreme violence against animatronics, which actually good for him. He kicks Bonnie’s head off. He beats Chica to death with a mop. He shoots Foxy with a watergun and also throws a lightbulb at him. This is not particularly important to anything but it’s extremely important to me.

Anyways, he’s really, really loyal to this company. Like, too loyal. Like, he was very much responsible and instrumental in shutting down rumors and speculation among staff after the bite of ‘87 and likely after the MCI as well too loyal. He’s management’s mouthpiece for their dirty work and that makes me feel a certain way because it’s so obvious he cares a lot about this shitty kids’ restaurant, enough that he’d defend it at all cost even when there’s so much evidence against it. This will come up again when I talk about him gaslighting himself.

This is mostly me speculating on the previous point, but I’m pretty certain a lot of his defending of the company is also a coping mechanism that he uses to grapple with the trauma brought to him by the fact that he’s spent a huge chunk of his life working for a conglomerate that’s gotten people killed. He genuinely insinuates Jeremy was responsible for getting chomped, because he must’ve done something wrong, the animatronics would never attack anyone without reason (right?). When he talks about how the media blew children going missing out of proportion, it seems less like he believes it and more like he doesn’t want to believe it - especially considering he’s only brought Coppelia to Freddy’s once in her life. He never lets her near it. He shuts her down immediately when she talks about working at it. Which, at least to me, demonstrates that on a subconscious level, he knows what he’s saying isn’t true. It’s just easier to say it than face the facts.

And lastly, he’s so clearly and passionately loyal to the Fazbear’s franchize. This fucker genuinely loves working here and is sad to go, even though management treats him like shit. We already knew that, but still, dear god those people could not care less if he lived or died and he STILL takes his night guard duties so goddamn seriously. He’s so clearly really invested in it, he talks about what a magical place Freddy’s used to be for kids, he talks about how much the job means to him, all the while it’s actively trying to kill him, he defends it to the point that it’s actively ridiculous, and in multiple endings he still gets blackmailed, disappeared or worse by the people he’s defending. And- I don’t know. It just makes me really sad. Again, I do believe his over-the-top enthusiasm for his job is probably him compensating for the fact that he doesn’t want to face the incredibly traumatic stuff happening to him, especially because as the week goes on, he gets less and less enthusiastic with every night, and just- Yeah. Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t deserve him.

Characterization, Diction and Things Like That (Or: Everything Else)

Let’s get the more positive stuff in this section out of the way first: we already knew this from the phone calls, but the way this man talks just sends me. “Time to make the donuts” when walking into a shift my favorite of his Phone-Guy-isms, but also unironically saying “oh boy!” and “what rotten luck!” right when you’re about to die is equally important to me.

Kind of related but not really: this man truly is a dad through and through because MY GOD the amount of bad puns and/or stupid references he makes is criminal. The fact that they get him actually killed in some of the endings because he keeps laughing at his own terrible jokes is also great. My favorite examples include thinking “my, what large ears you have” immediately before Foxy mauls him, the Irony Curtain, the how many night watchmen does it take to change a lightbulb, and so on. The fact that he also finds all of this absolutely hilarious means so much to me. Ralph truly is a cringefail girl dad, RIP to him he would’ve loved those awful shirts with puns that were popular with dads going to Disneyland in the 2000s.

Not gonna lie, and I’m not sure if this is just me reading too much into it, but he also reads as at least slightly neurodivergent to me. And I am ready to die on that hill. He doesn’t really seem to be the best at social interaction or with figuring people out, from the way he talks about not being able to tell if his coworkers are only laughing at his jokes to be polite or not and how he doesn’t seem to understand why they would be upset with him shoving minimal errors in their faces. He notices a single hat out of place in one of the Party Rooms and immediately goes to correct it. He makes a point about how much he hates messes and the whole “you need order, you crave order in your life” quote resonated so deeply with me that it’s uncanny. He’s a “stickler for rules”. The fact that he worked at one place for eleven plus years also makes me think he’s probably not the best with change. I could go on. I don’t know, I wouldn’t be able to tell you why, but I just can’t see him as fully neurotypical.

He’s also just a really curious dude, to the point of his curiosity overriding his survival instincts. Which is a horror protagonist trope if I’ve ever seen one. The scene where he lifts up a strange robot cupcake he just found directly to his face with zero hesitation is just. Yeah.

He loves Foxy, which we already knew, but also the fact that he explicitly states that he’s still scared of him and Pirate Cove by association makes me kinda sad. Also, related point, he’s a self-proclaimed fan of pirate stories, so I’m pretty sure that’s where Coppelia gets her taste in books from, but that’s besides the point.

In general, he just really loves the animatronics, too? Like he waves at them after his shift. Like I already mentioned, he talks about how much they mean to him, and how much he loves the fact that they brought joy to kids. It’s kinda sweet.

The most questionable thing about him is the way he. Uh. Talks about guns/cops in a way that kind of makes me remember he was raised in Utah around the 1960s. There are a few specific passages that make me extremely concerned about what his opinion on the second amendment is. But that is luckily left unspoken so I’ll be moving along.

The job stresses him out so much he consumes a packet of raw poptarts because he’s so hungry by the end of it. Which, while iconic, is also very deeply concerning. Which brings me to my biggest point

My god this man has Trauma. So much Trauma. He represses so much. The entirety of the beginning of Night 3 is just him describing that he forgets details about his shifts as soon as he leaves them. He gaslights himself constantly that nothing bad is happening (after Night 1, for example, he calls the entire shift the night before a bad dream and convinces himself he’s just “misinterpreting” events, which is goddamn concerning), but he’s also actively wasting away despite telling himself he’s not (my man looks into the mirror and his only and first comment is that he looks terrible). Not to mention the dissociation. He spaces out when he comes home on two seperate occassions, and loses and entire hour each time without realizing it. God I hope in the endings where he survives he eventually gets therapy.

Coppelia and Life Outside of Work (Or: This Section is Concerningly Short)

This man loves his daughter so goddamn much. So, so much.

No but seriously the interactions between him and Coppelia are so pure and well written and they were my favorite part of the book, somehow, even though I wasn’t originally sold on the concept. The “with what?” “excellent point, I’ve got nothing” kills me still. The scene where Coppelia curls up next to him after he comes home from his shift makes me want to sob. He makes her pancakes and they banter and she test limits but it’s obvious she also loves her dad, and that is- AAAAAA

Back to my bullshit, though: Ralph does kinda read as the type of parent who’d spoil a kid rotten if given the opportunity to do so. At some point Coppelia directly says that he “gets her everything she wants”, and- yeah. This is similar to the point I made previously about him bringing her gifts all the time. She does seem like a good kid, though. He’s just a girl dad to the extent that he’d probably wear a shirt with girl dad written on it, you know?

He’s also really protective of her. And worries. A lot. Not just when he calls home or rushes home to check on her, but also when he talks about being a security guard at her school and whenever he forbids her from ever ever going near Freddy’s. Say what you will about him defending a company to a possibly unethical extent, but he’s not about to endanger his daugher over it, and I respect that.

The only concering thing about him and Coppelia is the fact that Coppelia apparently drew herself stabbing him when she was little. Which is. Well. Not ideal. The fact that he finds this completely normal is very in character, though.

On Coppelia by herself, though: the fact that she ‘tinkers with stuff in the basement’ concerns me. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if after the canon ending, she ends up to be a technician at Freddy’s at some point. Also, the fact that she’s a gamer warms my heart.

Now, on other outside-work activities: I love the implication that my man not only bowls and always pays for dinner, but that he bowls and pays for dinner while dining with his serial killer ex-boss. God, that’s awesome, I love that so much.

Tying back to a point I made previously and also to a point I saw some people make that I really, really resonated with: there are actually a lot of parallels between Henry/William and Ralph, especially concering parenting. I don’t think the fact that his dream to be a toymaker is accidental, either, or the fact that he goes out of his way to point out that he wants to make toys that aren’t at all mechanical. Because even though he’s also a dad trying to make his kid happy with his creations, unlike William and/or Henry, he doesn’t want to make anything bigger than himself, or anything innovative; just wants to make simple things and make a kid’s day better. I don’t know man keeps me up at night, you know?

And, because this is only important to me: he owns a Kit-Cat Clock. This is somehow the most fitting thing I could’ve read about his taste in home decor.

And because I don’t know how else to end this: that’s a wrap! Was this book perfect? Hell no. The Bronwen plotline makes my brain hurt. But was it incredibly fun? Oh hell yes. And now I have a reference point for any future writings I do where Ralph is an active character, so that’s a major bonus. I have many thoughts but not enough time to put all of them down so I’m stopping here, major thanks to @graceandtheidiotsquad for pushing me over the edge and making me actually finish this with a reply lmao. And that’s all! Phone Man please get out of my head now before I go insane.

[dork-a-doodle]

Cringe is dead and I’m redesigning my old UT/DR OC/Self-Insert: Echo (she/they)

Info dump about them below the cut!

So I originally made them in the wake of Deltarune’s release, when the whole “we, the players, are possessing Kris 😱” thing was very fresh and the whole Undertale Multiverse was still going strong. So naturally they started out as basically a self insert, the version of me that played Undertale and later Deltarune.

So a quick rundown of their lore (btw I make no apologies for the Mary Sue aspects of this):

They originally controlled Frisk, doing several different Runs, endlessly curious about the world

At the end of their most recent True Pacifist they find their way back in the True Lab and into a part of it they hadn’t seen before

While exploring they accidentally activated a machine from before Alphys’s time and get Gastered

…kind of

Instead of being fully “shattered across space and time” they’re just… slightly fractured across space and time

Tbh I like to think of it like they got hurled full force at the 4th wall and got stuck in it like jello

Not really breaking the 4th wall so much as jiggling it aggressively and gaining an new kind of perspective

This had some interesting consequences, including (but not limited to):

separating from Frisk (who runs out of the Lab in fear) and gaining a physical form of their own

the ability to slip into different universes at a whim

the inability to talk normally, now effectively “speaking” in text box noises (lmao get Animal Crossing-ed idiot) and thus can’t be understood by most people (with a few exceptions)

the ability to posses objects and other people (which they do feel the need to sometimes as their true form is off putting to most, though they try not to possess people if they can help it)

others probably? haven’t quite figured that out yet

Which these newfound abilities, they decide to explore the multiverse and see all the interesting things it has to offer

But first, they decide they want a traveling companion, so they don’t get lonely

And they know the perfect candidate, someone who understands what it’s like to have unfathomable power and the want to explore all possibilities with that power for your own entertainment and curiosity’s sake

Someone who really doesn’t have anything left to seek in this world

And damn it if Flowey isn’t very interested in that offer

This arrangement is a strangely balanced symbiosis

For Flowey:

traveling the multiverse gives him a kind of clean slate he could never achieve on his own, especially with the loss of his reset powers

the multiverse is also very interesting and fun to explore

they know what he’s been through and what kind of a person that’s made him better than anyone else. they understand it, and they know to judge him for it would be hypocritical

For Echo:

so long as Flowey is attached to them in some capacity he can understand their strange “speech” and frequently acts as a translator (they are also learning sign language to ease that burden)

he’s far more experienced in battle and frequently acts as protection in more aggressive universes

re: the point about mutual understanding

Flowey is also unable to absorb their soul, which means his power over them is limited and if he crosses a line they’re fully able to ditch is ass in any universe they want

It’s notable that while Echo’s curiosity can occasionally override their morality, they’re still more inclined to chose the kinder option

I consider them to be chaotic neutral, leaning towards chaotic good

(I also personally see Flowey as somewhere between true neutral and chaotic neutral, occasionally slipping into chaotic evil. What can I say, he’s a nuanced guy)

Anyway, they travel the multiverse together, experiencing new things, seeing interesting sights, causing chaos

Eventually they find themselves in the Deltarune side of the multiverse

The universe they end up in is one where the entity possessing Kris is an incredibly malevolent one

Or I should say, the entity that was supposed to be possessing Kris

As Echo senses the Bad Vibes approaching this random human child, they say “absolutely the fuck not” and possess Kris themself to block the entity

This does mean they have to drop Flowey to do this, so he’s just kinda in the background for the time being

From there it’s basically just Chapter 1 until the point when Kris rips out the soul and goes to eat some pie

While they’re distracted, Flowey climbs in and breaks open the cage so Echo can unpossess the soul and leave now that the malicious entity is gone

They do decide to stick around and check out these Dark Worlds

Luckily for them, while they were busy dealing with the classroom Dark World, Flowey took the time to explore the town and found this perfectly good empty vessel that someone seems to have discarded

Deciding not to question it, they possess the vessel and wait for a new Dark World to open so they can explore it together

And that’s the basics of their story (or as much of it as I have ironed out lol). Hopefully this hyperfixation stays with me cuz I’d love to explore their character a lot more 😁

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK OPTION* MATCHUP EXCHANGE — part ii. *Pick the character of your choice!

Your match is...

— Itoshi Sae

✦ I had three characters to choose from, and out of the three, there was one who seemed like the obvious choice for you.

✦ I'm obviously talking about our national treasure of Japan.

✦ (Even though he doesn't like that nickname)

✦ In fact, I find that you two share some interesting similarities that would make for great conversations.

✦ Conversations that don't revolve around soccer, I mean.

✦ A rarity for our elder Itoshi.

✦ I'm thinking, of course, about the fact that you're both the oldest siblings in your families.

✦ You've both been handed a responsibility from birth that you didn't choose.

✦ And possibly, you've been blamed for it.

✦ In reality, it wasn't always your fault.

✦ Well, not entirely.

✦ But you both know what it's like when people put pressure on you with the classic line "You're the oldest, set the example."

✦ This is a topic you could have discussed, which in itself is extraordinary because I can't see Sae talking about Rin with just anyone. I mean, other than to say that his little brother is a burden.

✦ Since you’ve experienced the same family situation, the subject would be approached more deeply.

✦ I like to think that you’d be the only one who knows the real reasons why Sae distanced himself from Rin because I know there has to be one.

✦ Like you, Sae isn’t interested in small talk at all. In fact, I think it’s fair to say that he doesn't care about people; talking doesn’t interest him. Especially not just to talk. What he wants is to perform, be the best, and pass to the best striker in the world.

✦ "Not easily influenced by what's considered the norm (I don't like conformity much) and by extension social media" Well, I think he couldn’t care less either, and it really makes him sigh in boredom when he sees his face on billboards.

✦ To me, Sae doesn't care about compliments or admiration from people weaker than him, or people who don't know anything about soccer. He sets the bar so high that it's safe to say he's in a league of his own.

✦ Actually, I see two potential romantic dynamics for him: either someone very extroverted, like Shidou, or someone who’s on the same wavelength. Meaning, even if you don't share his passion for soccer, you have a similar general mindset. Basically, you're not annoying.

✦ He's clearly a lone wolf who needs to maintain his individuality. I think you'd be good at that, giving him his freedom. He, of course, lets you have yours. But I like to think that a meaningful relationship with Sae is one where he’s the one who comes looking for the other person more often than the other way around. He needs to desire the other person intensely for it to work.

✦ So, someone who sets the bar as high as he does.

✦ Someone chasing after him holds no interest in his eyes; it’s more of a nuisance than anything else. He doesn’t want that.

✦ (His brother, typically)

✦ (Ouch)

✦ "Fun fact: I wasn't going to download Instagram ever but the college I'm at forced me to." Hahahahaha, I don’t know why, but I think it’s EXACTLY the same for Sae!! I can't imagine what he'd do on social media, you know? So, his manager probably created an account behind his back for his public image, but it’s likely that it’s not even Sae who replies to messages there.

✦ That said, maybe he uses it to communicate with a few rare private contacts that matter to him.

✦ (Shidou. Though I’m not sure we can call him a "private contact who matters" in Sae’s eyes)

✦ (In this case, it’s mostly Shidou spamming messages, with Sae not sending any)

✦ That makes me think that you’re one of the lucky ones whom Sae actually picks up the phone for when you call.

✦ (Yes, that’s a reliable sign of love)

✦ (Especially coming from Sae)

✦ (To me, he’s definitely the guy who responds quickly to messages when he genuinely cares about the person)

✦ (Otherwise, it’s the perpetual "Seen")

✦ (Damn. Rin probably has a one-sided conversation going in his messages for months)

✦ "I tend to categorize people in my head as "weird (people I can get along with)" or "normal (people I have to mask around)"." I think Sae couldn't care less about how the public perceives his words, and he doesn't adapt his speech to suit the person in front of him. This brutally honest attitude probably resonated with you. You don't need to mask around him.

✦ For some reason, I imagine your first meeting happening on a plane, while Sae is traveling, and his seat is next to yours.

✦ Eight hours side by side, interested?

✦ Even though, honestly, he probably didn't say much in the first few hours.

✦ Oh, joy, Taxi Driver was playing on the in-seat screens...

✦ You know that movie with De Niro? It's his favorite.

✦ Discussing the character's psychology was your way in.

✦ He doesn’t know much about pop culture outside of soccer. So, I like to think that the movie was the starting point for many other topics that interest him, but he would never have explored them on his own. If it weren't for the eight-hour flight.

✦ You told him about those thriller books you read. It's a bit in the same vein as Scorsese's filmography, so it clicked with Sae.

✦ Proof: he was watching you talk the whole time. Watching someone is a sign of interest.

✦ Body language doesn’t lie.

✦ "looking at sunrises and sunsets" I quote our Egoist Bible: "He spends his holidays looking at the sea."

✦ Sae’s love language? Watching the scenery with someone. In complete silence.

✦ It’s about letting someone into his bubble. Allowing someone to enjoy the same view as him.

✦ He used to do it with Rin, and I like to think it’s a childhood memory that’s deeply ingrained in him, despite everything that’s happened since.

✦ "Blue and black are my most worn colors." Honestly, I see him in colors like magenta and white; you two make a nice color palette together. He’s always dressed with style and loves clothes that cost a fortune, so he’s pleased to stand beside someone who takes care of their appearance, like you.

✦ Did I mention that he occasionally returns to Japan with the fake excuse of renewing his passport, when he just wants to see you again?

✦ Of course, he never gives a date or time.

✦ But he always knows where to find you. He knows your habits.

✦ In the end, he pays attention to details when it matters to him.

✦ Because one autumn morning, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

✦ "12 PM at the usual restaurant."

✦ "I've already made the reservation."

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | INTERESTED IN A MATCHUP EXCHANGE? CHECK THIS.

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

I had a long faith crisis and decided to take a break ~3y ago. On it, I was way happier and realized that I don’t miss God or want to go back. When I was Christian (saying I’m ex-Christian does feel weird tho) it hurt a lot and I don’t feel called back to that/God himself at all. Yet recently I realized I miss church people. The kids I used to care for are growing up and I’m not there! That makes me sad. I don’t really want to, but could this be a sign that god’s calling me back?

Hey there. I'm glad you've found happiness after experiencing a lot of hurt in Christian spaces.

I think it makes total sense that you miss some of the people at your church — especially the kids! I think ultimately it's going to be up to you what you want to do, but what I will say is that missing those kids isn't the same as missing Christianity / church life as a whole.

If you experienced more hurt than nourishment there — and away from church you're experiencing more peace and happiness — then I don't see that as a pull to go back to church.

It really sucks, but making the difficult choice to leave a spiritual home comes with loss of some things and people that were nourishing to you — it's good to make space to grieve that, to be sad about it, even if you decide it's still for the best you left. And eventually to ponder where else you can go to fulfill those needs in you without the harmful stuff.

But yeah, you know your own context better than I do, more details about this church and your relationship to Christianity, etc. So in the end it's up to you, but here are some options I see:

Maybe you decide seeing these kids again is worth a visit to your old church, even if you don't go back to going regularly — but if you do visit, you'll probably have to deal with people's questions, possible judgment, and potential pressure to stay. :/ You might also have a whole bunch of emotions surface while you're there. Consider whether you're at a place where you can navigate all that and stick to what you want and need, rather than caving to pressure or nostalgia.

Maybe you decide that while you miss these kids, you will wish them well from afar — that you need to prioritize your safety and mental / emotional / spiritual wellbeing, and revisiting your old church will bring you harm. Trust that they are getting the care they need from other places, while you are working on getting the care you need.

Maybe you decide that while you can't see these kids you used to help care for, you do feel a pull towards childcare in general — in which case you might look around your area to see if there are non-religious-affiliated places that are looking for volunteers to work with kids; or if anyone in your life who has kids could use a hand watching them.

...And maybe right now you just Don't Know what to do. You don't have to make any decisions Right Now — the kids won't grow up and old this very week. You can give yourself a few weeks, even a few months, to see what your feelings transform into by giving them time and reflecting more.

The same goes for your relationship to the Divine. My personal understanding of Divinity is that 1) God never pressures or forces relationship upon anyone; and 2) relationship with God can be cultivated anywhere, not just within Christian spaces. You have your whole life to keep exploring where and when and how encountering Divinity will work for you.

I'm wishing you the best as you navigate these feelings and longings. Please keep yourself safe, and know I'm thinking of you! <3

[schizopositivity]

Do you have any advice for someone who's religious and experiencing hallucinations/delusions. I don't know where my beliefs end and the delusions begin, and it's really messing with me. I regularly see glimpses of the future and Gods often leave messages for me in the form of small signs no one else notices, which anyone I've talked to about this tells me I'm crazy or laughs me off.

This is actually a huge point of discussion and debate for people in the mental health field and religious people. And this debate has been going on for a very long time. Typically mental health professionals will argue that it is symptoms of a mental problem for its departure of what most people agree is reality. While religious people argue that believing in religion itself is a departure from typical reality, and people can just be more religious or spiritual than others. It truly depends on the viewpoint of the person you ask.

But from the research I've found discussing this topic, I've found something that is usually agreed upon by both sides. And that is: if it is distressing you (scaring you, annoying you, making you confused, etc) or interfering with your life (making it harder to go places, making it harder to do the things you enjoy, making it harder for you to relax) then it is a problem. And even if you are religious, you don't deserve to have to just deal with that problem without any help. Help is possible, if you can access mental health professionals for treatment that could help you make it less distressing or interfering with your life. You can still be just as religious and also get help, so you don't have to deal with the bits that make it hard.

But if these experiences don't distress you at all, don't interfere with your life at all and you benefit from having them, then I don't see any problem with it. Just remember that you can be both religious and get help if you ever need it.

[castlebyersafterdark]

i find the will liking pain in the bedroom headcanon very interesting because arguably, the show and vecna himself, being a metaphor for depression/mental bad health and insecurities and giving in to self-loathing etc, IS the cathartic experience that will (or anyone) goes through before finding self-compassion - sort of like max's journey in s4. I don't expect her to want to revisit pain and humiliation in the bedroom with lucas in the future, because often that's a sign that things are still needing to be worked through in the self and soul and mind. i think the point of the show is that will's tribulations ARE his catharsis and suffering, the result of the original traumatic event (possibly abuse from his father or from the lab), and so therefore ideally at the show's conclusion will has completely gotten all of that exploration out of his system and will have no need/desire for pain or humiliation ever again - he would never want or need to explore his past in that way because it would not help him.

perhaps some people don't view the show's metaphor in this fashion and instead see his current tribulations (aka the actual events of the show) as THE original abuse event, and so they think he might want to explore that trauma after the show is wrapped up. but this also implies will's story will be unfinished when the show wraps up and is still left with unresolved trauma that he might want to explore/fix through sexual kink. perhaps they'll return to these characters in the future and we'll see that. but for now i think these are much more likely to be personal preferences of the fans that they then imagine with will. i will be curious to see if the documentary the duffers are making (or the show itself!) will address the true meaning of the horror metaphor.

Well, I guess my take is twofold: that not all kinks explored in the bedroom and those types of sexual interests have to have a 1:1 correlation to trauma and working through an emotional life experience. But also, why would everything he's experienced and the emotions from that just disappear because the big bad villain is defeated and life is now normal? That also is unrealistic? And it's still all happening. And he's a teenager. A lot of what you experience is unresolved for many years, it doesn't just go away. I think he'd revisit many things as an adult, even if nothing "bad" happens again it's still all a major part of his life and that wouldn't disappear. He could be in a good place emotionally and still have parts of him that aren't so. It doesn't mean his story is unfinished - we're all unfinished. I know it's a television show, but as obsessive fans we imagine the totality of the characters beyond what's on screen, otherwise, why are we here? It's not just what we see on screen, but the aftermath, the internal. There's nothing wrong with ending a story on the screen a certain way and portraying realism. Happily ever after, all neat and tidy and naive isn't really interesting to imagine in my opinion. It's a disservice to say that these characters aren't going to deal with these things experienced during the five years we're watching during this story arc for the remainder of their lives. They all will. Which can manifest in different ways.

Emotional catharsis through sex can sometimes be working through something else but it can also be simply because someone wants to feel a certain way. Pain play and kinkier sex acts doesn't have to be strictly for reliving very specific trauma - it can but it can also just be a way to tap into extreme emotion and then the aftercare that comes with it. Being taken care of, allowing yourself to let go, allowing yourself a a headspace to explore an out of body emotional experience while hyper aware of your body. Pain and pleasure are similar extremes, the overlap is appealing to people in a sexual setting because of that. I think a character who has been through forced emotional distress and very extreme situations may actively enjoy a controlled setting with some extreme emotion or sensation. That's all, in the simplest, least deep explanation of it. It's a topic I could go on and on about but I'll leave it there!!

[antler-witch]

How do you know what’s a sign and what isn’t?

I’m in this online folk witch group and the other day a lady made a post asking about the meaning of something she experienced that she believed to be a sign. One morning she was making breakfast and cracked an egg as usual, but the contents of the egg had sent a shock down her spine—the egg had been full of blood.

This happens when a blood vessel is ruptured in the process of forming the egg. It’s not common but it’s perfectly natural and not harmful to the hen or the egg. A lot of people in the comments of the post were telling her this, so she edited the post to include something along the lines of “This is a witch group, so obviously i’m looking for witch answers. I didn’t think i’d have to make that distinction but i’m not looking for mundane explanations.”

If you search for spiritual and magical meaning in regular things in your day-to-day life, you’re going to create a lot of chaos for yourself (and you’re to be making a lot of misinterpretations!!). here's an example of what i mean—

Let’s say you’re going for a walk through your neighborhood, and you see a crow. There’s a lot of folklore around counting crows, and the spiritual symbol of seeing 1 crow according to such folklore is one of bad luck, tragedy, and loss. But it is important to take into consideration any other regular reason for a crow to be seen! If your neighborhood has trees, it likely has a population of crows. Thus, seeing one crow is no reason to expect bad luck and tragedy in your life.

so when am I supposed to know if something’s a sign??

Generally speaking, it would be wise to consider the possibility of something as a sign when it is repeated and when your intuition is alerting you to the presence of the sign. For example—instead of just seeing one crow on a walk, you see one crow everywhere you go. Not just as the animal itself, but in other places/forms as well. Maybe you see someone with a shirt that has a crow on it, and then you overhear someone say “crow” to someone else in passing, and then you see a post on social media by an account with the word crow in it, etc, etc, etc. At this point, it’s clear something is going on. Your intuition will also likely be alerted by these appearances of crows and you’ll maybe have an instinctive feeling that something’s up. THIS is what you should look for in an actual sign. One may then go the extra mile and perform some form of divination or meditation to confirm if what they’re experiencing is a sign and further clarify the meaning of the sign.

but what’s so wrong with asking others what something could mean spiritually?

it’s great to communicate with different witches and learn from others, but one thing you need to keep in mind is this: if what you experienced was truly a sign of something—whether that’s an entity trying to communicate, a sign of something that had yet to happen, etc—then that sign was meant for you. Not online witches or anyone else—YOU. it would be wise to try interpreting a sign yourself. Ask your intuition, meditate on it, pull a few tarot cards or break out the pendulum, whatever you need to do to narrow down the meaning of what you’re experiencing. And again, you shouldn’t be doing this at any everyday occurrence. You should be doing this when it really feels necessary, and when it’s clear that something is up.

main takeaway

to clarify !! i’m not claiming that the lady’s experience with the egg wasn’t a sign, it’s just that the isolated incident of the egg isn’t enough to assume spiritual meaning. There’s a possibility she experienced other things that day, like a reoccurrence of the color red, seeing blood more than usual that day, having a reoccurring feeling of doom or nervousness, etc. In that situation the egg could absolutely be part of a spiritual sign of something. Even in this situation however, she would be wise to interpret this on her own. The sign was meant for her—that means her mind and her intuition. In this situation she’d likely interpret the sign best and most accurately if she did it herself without intervention from others who have different associations with eggs, the color red, blood, and whatever else she was encountering.

utilizing critical thinking, being smart about your craft, and learning to rely on yourself and your intuition are some of the best things you can do as a witch!! practicing witchcraft and connecting more deeply with the spiritual side of your life doesn’t mean you need to throw logic, science, and reason out the window—you’ll find that very often such things work in tandem with witchcraft! science is your friend yall

[psychics4unet]

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[mari-on-dragonspine]

~Happy Valentine's Day~

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 💖 Hope all of you know that you're cherished and loved, even if you're single. There's many different kinds of love, and the love given by friends is not inferior to any other. If you're seing this, take it as a sign to tell your friends / moots how much you love them 😌

This fic is for my lovely friend @thelost-in-time!

I love you so much and hope you will enjoy this. It might not be the best piece, but I wrote it with the best intentions and love for you 💚

Inspos

🎵 What if we rewrite the stars?

🎶 And I last I see the light

and it's like the fog has lifted

🎵 We're bound to break and my hands are tied

Now that I see you

} Genshin Impact

} Traveler Lost (Lumine) x Xiao

} mostly fluff, slightly angsty, nothing too serious

} ⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 2024 LANTERN RITE EVENT

} ❗characters might differ from the original game!

Lantern Rite was approaching. The streets of the cloud city are bursting with even more people than usual and everyone is excited for the beginning of the new year. Even though this event is quite successful both among humans and adepti, Xiao never really cared for such an event. As in Teyvat everything comes in a circle, good times are bound to end, as so do bad times. Praying the heavens for happiness was futile. Also because this merciless rule was set up by those very same heavens. Having experienced this truth directly, Xiao knew better than anyone else.. However, ever since that Traveler showed up, Xiao found himself changing his mind. He wasn't sure about what exactly or why at first, however, as time went by, he couldn't deny it anymore. Her name was Lost. She had eyes sparkling more than core lapis and golden hair more glistening than sunshine. With her kindness, strength and undying resolution, Xiao really thought that, if it was her, nothing could be impossible. Every time they met, Xiao felt that his burden wasn't as heavy to carry anymore. After some more, he found himself remembering the happy days together with his friends more than the sad ones and he would share those sweet memories with her, telling stories from a long gone past. There was pain, but also joy and laughter. And he wasn't alone. But in all honesty, was he still alone? Couldn't it be that the traveler, whose name was Lost, had found him?

Just like a moth by the light in the darkest night, Xiao was attracted to her, to the point that he would watch over Lost every time he sensed trouble. Although he knew better than anyone that she wouldn't need his help, he still couldn't hold himself from being there, watching from afar, just in case.

Just in case she was in danger.

Just in case she couldn't call his name.

Just in case she forgot about their promise.

Wait, she wouldn't forget it, would she?

But the more he was thinking about that, the more he was unable to shake that worry away. Just when was it the last time she called for him? And how much time has passed since she left Liyue? Of course, she was a traveler, bound to never stop wandering… But his destiny was to forever protect the land of Geo, to never forget and never leave.

What if she.. had found someone else?

That thought alone made his sight go red with anger, but also sent his heart plunging deeply in despair. Xiao sprinted into the night, vanquishing evil after evil while pondering every single possibility. He could only get going, since every single time he slept, he dreamt of her and every time he rested his eyes, they would immediately shoot up, for it seemed to him that Lost called his name.

Then, yet another night missing her, he suddenly saw it. A single lantern, floating into the starry sky. Following its direction, Xiao saw the harbor light up with colorful lights and kites of every shape and kind. A timid smile then appeared from his lips. It was that time of the year again..

She should be home soon.

“Useless”

A small mountain of scraps on fire was burning at Xiao’s feet, its foul smell spreading into the air. This was the 10th attempt of him making his own Xiao lantern. How come that those hands were so skilled in killing, but absolutely awful for crafting? And Lost even invited him to build a kite together with all these people…

The thought of him being humiliated in front of both mortals and a fellow adeptus sent a chill down his spine! Of course he wanted to join the traveler but… How could he, with that embarrassing skills of him?!

He simply could not face it!

That was why he invited her over Pervase’s temple after the rite.

Xiao sighted once more, swiftly subduing the fire to start over again. All the lanterns were already sold out for the celebration, but at least the lady had been kind enough to let him have some materials and a booklet of instructions…

If only he could manage to make at least one before dark…

The rite of lanterns was about to end. A simple and slightly crooked lantern stood motionless at his feet. Xiao had invited her over just like in the past. At that time, she happily accepted to light a lantern with him… BuBut what if she had better plans this year? Just as he was letting himself down again, he finally perceived something. The glistening aura of the stars and the scent of a thousand adventures. Lost stood behind him, slowly approaching with a steady pace. Xiao could feel her warning gaze upon his back, her soft lips parting to address him. She was alone.

Before he could hear her call his name, he turned to greet her.

“Lost. “

The Traveler shook her head, her hands resting on her hips.

“It's just as I thought! You stopped short of stepping into the city again.. “

She wasn't really scolding him, but she looked kind of disappointed. He couldn't know that she was secretly looking for him in the crowd…

“Being in the city is not the only way for me to appreciate the lights and beauty of lantern rite. “

He said in a low voice, pointing into the direction of the harbor.

“Look… Liyue Harbor lies beyond this mountain. As long as I stand at this vantage point, I may freely behold the sight of all Kites slowly ascending into the sky. “

As he was speaking, Lost quietly approached him, as if she could look better from the same position he was standing.

“For me… That is enough. “

His head turned slightly, in time to see her nod at his explanation. She looked somewhat satisfied with that answer.

“Alright. “

Xiao lowered his arm and didn't say anything for a while. Then, just before she could say something, he gathered his courage to ask her.

“I invited you here because there's something I would like to do. “

Lost’s face lit up in curiosity as he continued

“I want to release a Xiao Lantern… And I'd like you to be there for it. “

With a small gesture, a gust of wind pulled the lantern from the ground and elegantly placed it into Lost’s hands.

“Did you make it yourself?! “

She noticed. Xiao blushed vividly, turning away from her in embarrassment.

“Yes. I apologize for its crude appearance… II have little skill in that regard. “

Lost laughed a little and shook her head happily

“No! No.. It's amazing! “

As she seemed to admire the little lantern in her palms, Xiao couldn't help but let out a little sigh.

“...You are very kind, as usual. “

The moon shone brightly in the sky, as thousand of lanterns seemed ready to reach it.

Xiao made a few steps closer, then reached for the lantern. While doing so, he gently stroked Lost’s hands with his.

“Alright, it's time. “

He whispered into her ear, waiting for her to get ready. As if they were one body, they both raised their arms, letting the lantern float away in the wind. As it disappeared into the tranquil night sky, Xiao’s expression softened.

A swirling sea of lights reached for the clouds, conveying its people's hopes and desires to the heavens. It was known for a fact that gods could acknowledge one's ambitions with a blessing, but could it work for other feelings too? If that frail lantern of his could really make it up there, would the heavens finally hear him? Could it be that simple to rewrite his stars? And if that was the case.. Would he finally be free?

This thoughts made his heart flutter a little, just like the lights at the mercy of the wind. Slowly, he shifted his gaze from the sky into her golden eyes, only to meet hers. When it happened in the past, during the very same occasion, she would slowly look away, a slight veil of red covering her pale skin. However, this time she kept her eyes on him, smiling softly.

Their wishes might not have been the same, but what about their feelings? He could never ask her. The heavens might even hear him, but his karma could never disappear into thin air.

As he was about to turn away, Lost caught his attention again.

“Xiao? ”

She called in a slight whisper, her body getting closer. Their hands were still holding each other. She smiled again and gently pulled him towards her.

“Xiao. ”

She mumbled again, her face now only a whisper away from his own. Xiao wanted to say something, however he couldn't do it. Before he knew it, Lost covered his lips with hers and his own responded by tracing the borders of her mouth with a gentle kiss. Although it was their first, it felt natural as breathing air.

A long time passed before they pulled away, the warmth of their kiss still persisting as they reluctantly moved apart to stare into the beauty of the lantern rite’s sky once more.

“Lost..”

Xiao really wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know how much he loved her and admired her and thought of her, he wanted to sink into her embrace and to kiss the rest of the night away.. But he knew it could not last as of now.

They both still had a destiny to fulfill.

That warm, bright feeling of love that they kindled into their hearts could still not resist outside of it.

He took a deep breath before finishing the sentence that was left unfinished for too long already.

“... Thank you. “

Lost nodded, still smiling at him with her signature gentle smile, the one that Xiao grew to love so much. She knew that the time would come for them to convey their feelings out loud. But today, heads resting one on the other, being together was all they needed.

This is enough...

Xiao thought, his eyes finally closing peacefully beside her.

...after all… I'm bound to break and my wings are tied.

[theonlyren]

Ryme City Corviknight

Affection can be hard to realize.

I can be a reserved, self-centered man. The ways I show love reflect how I’d like to receive it in kind: I like touch, I’m a hugger, I like good food, I like quietly being in the same room as you. If your love language is different than that, then the adjustment period for me to get used to that can be rough. For a blessing, most of my Pokemon partners share and revel in the ways I show affection. Vivi, my Sylveon is an incorrigible cuddle bug. Aka and Kati, my Gengar and Zoroark, respectively, are always content to hang out around me. My Lycanroc, Strider, loves pets.

And then there’s Jeanne.

Bird-Pokemon already operate on such a different wavelength than is standard for humans and even other Pokemon. I met most of my team, and they met me, in a pacifistic, harmless manner. I hatched Vivi from an egg, I met Aka at a trainer school under disguise, I pulled Kati from a cage and met Strider at a shelter.

Jeanne I met violently. Literally woke up one morning to her pecking incessantly at my window and the moment I opened it to try and shoo her away, she instead flew INTO my house and started pecking me. It wasn’t until I literally wrestled her out of the air, after getting covered in scratches, that she calmed down enough for me to even analyze her. After that she just refused to leave, so into a Pokeball she went, and I registered her as a partner.

Jeanne loves violence. She loves fighting and battle perhaps more than most Pokemon I’ve ever met. The first time I took her out to the wilds to train her, she straight up killed the Caterpie and Wurmple I had her fight, and started eating them on the spot. Cycle of nature and all that, I suppose, but it was still a shock, none of my other partners ever went for the kill like that. But that was quick and easy to understand. “Bird likes fights, got it, can do.”

That I was able to steadily provide for her battles, I think, was the major reason she latched onto me. Everything else about her is and always has been difficult. If I touch her wings I get pecked or scratched. The sweet foods and treats I normally feed my team, she rejects. I’m not kidding, this bird hates ice cream and cupcakes. If she’s in the same room as me, it’s so she can bother me for food or provoke a fight. Or she’ll stare.

She stares. She stares a lot, and if anyone that’s not my own team members approaches me, she’s liable to protest and even attack unless I quickly call her off.

Past all this though. I know she likes me.

She has to, right? She would’ve left me months ago if that wasn’t the case.

When she became a Corviknight, I was so excited. I was moments, days away from experiencing one of the highlights of many ace trainers’ careers. Flight. On the back of your own partner. Soaring through the skies to get to wherever you need to go. No traffic, no roads, unquestioned freedom. 

But Jeanne refused. And she did it in ways that baffled the experts and instructors. Normally when a bird is deemed unfit to bear a human, the signs are clear and obvious, they refuse the saddle or glider, they buck off the human, they protest loudly, they make it clear they don’t want to fly with humans.

Jeanne made nothing clear. She wore the saddle with no issue, and would even perch on a cab or a glider without issue. However she refused to move when a human got involved, and more specifically would roll to get me off of her, and she’d remain stone-faced the entire time. If she was saying no, it was in the most smug, quiet way possible. Not a “no” like “I do not want to carry you” and more a “no” like “earn it.”

None of the instructors in Ryme were able to parse this from my bird’s impeccable poker face. All signs pointed to her being willing and able to carry me, except for the fact that she wasn’t carrying me. None of the instructors could figure it out…

Except Aeron.

Aeron Instruction, who had a concerning list of poor reviews from former students who had either fallen off their birds or were just simply turned away.

Aeron took one, hard look at Jeanne and simply said “Yeah, she’ll fly you.”

I was baffled. Perplexed! The audacity of this man. I pressed him for more details, but he held off and insisted “business first.” So we scheduled it for this weekend, today, in fact, and he told me to do some bonding exercises with Jeanne.

Admittedly, his claim made me doubt my Corviknight, and what I thought would be the right bonding exercise instead led to a fight and a cracked rib. 

Jeanne left.

I’d never had a Pokemon leave me before. 

Let them roam? Sure. Go free range? Absolutely. Have we had moments I’m not proud of? Yes. But no one on my team has ever just… left. And it was my fault. I had an outburst. A moment of weakness. I think I broke her heart and she couldn’t deal with it. 

It’s there in the name, Corviknight. I was her ward, her liege, and I betrayed her. I wanted to go where it was dangerous and she thought I was too fragile, unprepared for the skies, not ready for that risk. She was protecting me from herself, and when I attacked her, her worst fear was realized, and we both languished.

It wasn’t until I spoke to Aeron that I realized why she was like that. I had the right idea, but the wrong execution. Corviknight do indeed respect bravery, having gall, but they’re also defenders, and way smarter than they let on. When she was born, here in Ryme, her instincts drove her to search for someone who could help her grow strong, to challenge them to realize her strength, and I just happened to catch her eye. She drove me up a wall as I trained her and watched her grow. Whatever she wanted, she took. Whatever she hated, she destroyed. She became a gorgeous, strong, indomitable Corviknight with my help, and for that, in her own way, she vowed to protect me. Always.

Even after I betrayed that trust, she held to that vow. I was wrong to challenge her directly, and never should have. I had to challenge her vow. She left me for three days, but also never really left. Aeron knew that, and he only had one way for me to prove it.

This is Jeanne.

She’s my Corviknight partner.

She’s not fond of hugs. She’s difficult, violent, and hard to read. She’s not the greatest at expressing her love, but that’s fine. I raised her well, and I love her.

And she’ll defend me with her life for it.