#Of course communication and compromise goes a long way
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dreamerinthemoonlight · 8 months ago
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Love and Deepspace Guys with an S/O that Craves Affection
Original Ask:
੭ ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾hii! i just wanted to say that i lov your works, especially the love and deepspace hcs, and i wanted to request the Love and deepspace boys with a reader who craves attention and love because they never got it from their family.
thxx have a wonderful dayy!
CW: none? Maybe hurt/comfort, gn!reader
A/N: hoenstly, this one was a little rougher to write. Not that I mind, but I'm fairly familiar with the feeling, and dredging up old BS is never fun. That said, I like imagining our boys in these kinds of situations. It's very theraputic
Requests are OPEN
Rafayel
Honestly, I think of the boys, he's the person who would have the hardest time
It's not that he's not affectionate, but part of his personality is that indirect, teasing method of communication
In this particular situation, I feel like you would need a very direct form of affection
I do think fish boy would be very willing to I've that affection, especially in a physical form. He seems like the sort who would really enjoy cuddles, but getting praise and affection directly is not going to be as easy
If you're direct about your needs, however, he will do his best. He doesn't want to alienate you and he really does want to give you the best he can
On the other hand, 100% expect him to give your family no respect whatsoever. Raf is totally willing to be rude and even more aloof than he is normally and he may very well not even give them the time of day
Your family wants to visit? Nah. He's just going to recommend a visit to the beach instead. If you are, somehow, on good terms with your parents he's going to take a lot of persuading to get into the same room, much less be cordial. Granted, it's hard enough to get him to consider a social engagement to start with, so that's not really a deviation from normal behavior
Xavier
Sweet, sweet, sleepy Xavi is the exact opposite of Raf. He is amazing at this, in part because affection comes very easy to him--at least after you get together
He is super fond of cuddles and time spent together and anything like that, so giving it is a natural extension of that
I will say, he's not as verbally expressive (it's kinda hard when he sleeps so much) but given that his favorite pillow is probably you, I think the point gets across quite well
The one downside is that sometimes you can be feeling particularly in need of attention and affection and well, he's asleep. Or at work. But probably asleep, so he's a bit unaware
Of course, he's totally down if you tuck yourself under his arm and cuddle anyway, but sometimes you need him awake
But he's fairly aware of this and insists that you communicate and wake him up if need be. And he will at least try to stay awake. No guarantees (I mean how the fuck does he manage to sleep standing up?), but he'll try
Zayne
Zayne is actually hard for me to peg, despite him being 100% my bias
For Zayne, action trumps words. He's a quiet person, but he's actually very demonstrative
He's also very cerebral about it and observant, so he may very well pick up on your need for attention and love before you're even aware of it yourself
He does research and definitely recommends therapy. He's well aware that it can be difficult to fulfill your needs because, well, overtime
He's a workaholic and that habit is hard to break, especially with his own issues and his care for his patients
That being said, when you're in the same place, expect a lot of affection
Whether it's holding hands, or a hand around your waist, or little things like taking care of your physical well being. He has this knack for making you feel seen and safe and cared for without verbally expressing his emotions
He also makes sure you know that if you need to call, you can. If he's free he'll never ignore you and get back to you as soon as possible
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luvrodite · 3 months ago
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ᯓ★ ONE. OCTOBER 1 | FUCK OR DIE
GOT ME CALLING OUT FOR HELP (S-O-S) [3.8k]
in retrospect, it was only a matter of time before you got hit. you should consider yourself lucky — there are worse fates than being fucked like your life depends on it (it’s gotham. of course it does) or: you get hit and jason deals with the fallout
content warnings. f!reader, dubious consent due to intoxication, chemical aphrodisiac, established relationship, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, prevention of pulling out.
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It goes like this:
On a monday evening, Pamela fucking Isley decides to take her quarrel with Gotham's newest weapons company – God, could they fucking give it a break? B had only busted the last one a few weeks ago before they'd brought the city down on everyone – to new heights.
Jason's sitting in traffic with a bag of groceries slung around the handle of his bike when he gets the call. He's eager to beat you home, ready to make you dinner and heavily intent on wining and dining you after a long weekend of missing each other.
His fingers tap against his thighs impatiently, impatience sitting beneath his skin like an itch. Spikes of activity during the week had meant his plans for Friday night – dinner and a deserved night off – had been pushed to the backburner. He'd returned home in the early stillness of dawn, unable to get more than a couple of hours with you before your phone had rung, a friend's emergency pulling you out of bed with an apologetic grimace and a promise to reschedule your date night.
The headset in his ear notifies him of an incoming call, the syllables of your name dulled by the clinical, robotic voice of his phone's intelligence system. His mouth curves up into a smile beneath his helmet.
"Hi, baby," he answers immediately. "I'm on my way home, you need anything? I just left the store but I can go back–"
You cut him off in a tight voice. Later, he'll be ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind is, not another fucking postponement. Now, his brows furrow at your tone, stomach dipping uncertainly when it becomes clear that this is something more serious.
Your voice wobbles, high-pitched and tearful. At the same time, the dash on his bike begins to flash in rapid succession, the paging system he'd installed for the bats to communicate with him glaring back at him, blood red.
ORACLE: CHEMICAL LEAK DOWNTOWN. BATS + R.ROBIN EN ROUTE. ALL UNITS STANDBY.
His dread plummets and for a moment his throat closes over. You're speaking to him but he struggles to make it out through the ringing in his ears.
"Jason, I'm – I'm home but I don't – I don't know what to do."
He bites back a curse and tries to swallow the lump in his throat, grappling for words of comfort.
"It's okay," he soothes, straining to keep his voice level. "Listen, sweetheart, can you go lock the door for me? I'm – shit – I'll be home soon, alright? It'll be okay. We'll fix it."
He doesn't give himself time to linger on the call after you confirm you've locked it, barking out a command to dial Oracle that his system fails to pick up twice, only registering after he steadies himself.
She picks up on the third ring. It irritates him how unfazed she sounds when he explains the situation to her. He hears the click of her keyboard in the background, the hum of her monitors. Each passing second as she patches through to Nightwing is agony and the slow crawl of traffic does little to help.
His leg has begun to jostle the bike with the weight of its shaking when she returns to their call.
"You're not going to like this," she says and he feels the bile rising in his throat.
"What." He grits it out through his teeth, unable to manage much more than that. He hears Oracle sigh.
"Looks like an aphrodisiac," she says clinically. "Her plan was to get them caught compromised enough to lose credit publicly."
"Oracle." She hears his growl for what it is – Tell me whether or not it's over.
"It's non-lethal," she affirms and he sighs harshly. The tightness in his chest loosens ever so slightly as she talks. "Ivy let it off near city hall because most of the shareholders were scheduled to hold a meeting – that's where your girl works, right? Alf's working on an antidote but she should be relatively fine until it's ready. Just – keep an eye on her."
Tim joins the line then and Jason startles at the sound of his voice in his ear.
"I don't know what the fuck she wanted to achieve," the boy grumbles. He's a little out of breath and in any other situation, Jason would have something to say about that. Tonight, he's not in the mood for jokes.
"Red," he barks out. The kid makes a distracted noise, and he can hear the sounds of a scuffle on the other end. "You tell Ivy if anything happens to my girl, I'll make sure she's next."
He doesn't wait to hear what's sure to be a non-committal answer at best, kicking off and veering between the lined up vehicles. There's an outroar from the drivers around him, laying on their car horns. Someone pokes their head out of their window to scream at him.
He hears none of it, the blood rushing in his ears keeping him single-minded.
This string that twines him to you isn't new. It wears signs of age, shows the years in the way his fingers reach for yours in the early moments of his day, the turn of your eyes to his in any room. He's seen a few summers with you at his side but the fear –
Blood, coagulating, the cold brush of death, splintered wood beneath nails and a haunting smile
– the fear never stagnates.
A bitter, resigned shard of him breathes out as he speeds through the streets. A veritable sword over his crown, this almost seems expected. Loathing colours the skyline and he, the fool, to think he could hold this one, precious, beloved thing unscathed.
He forgoes the groceries in his haste, leaving the bags in his haste to throw himself up the stairs and out of the parking garage. Pulse thundering in his ears, sweat coating his palms, he scrabbles with the key to your shared apartment.
The door flies open and a hand is grabbing him by the front of his shirt before he can slot it through the lock.
You, wild-eyed and frantic, pull him inside with a bitten off sob.
"Shh, shh, I'm here, come here."
He kicks the door shut, reaching behind him to flip the locks with one hand. The other curls you protectively to his chest, fingers splaying over your back. The sight of you calms him considerably and he chokes out a stuttered breath, the lump in his throat dissolving to give way for a flood of relief.
You're burning in his arms, the thin undershirt you've got on soaked through with sweat, face glowing with perspiration. Eyebrows knitted, you cling to him tighter and he finds himself making noises of comfort.
"Jason, I –"
"Shh. I know, honey, I know," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are tearful, salt spilling over lashes and rolling down your cheeks. "Come on, let's get you to lie down."
"No," you whine, pitching miserably as he shuffles the both of you towards your bedroom, face creasing with every movement. "Hurts."
"I know," he whispers, hating the way his voice cracks. His eyes burn painfully. "'ll get you a towel, alright?"
You're deposited on the bed and he makes a turn for the bathroom, wetting a cloth. When he enters the bedroom again you've pushed yourself up, kneeling on the bed. You've shed the pants you'd worn earlier, left now in only and undershirt and your underwear. His name falls from your lips pitifully and he steps forward, lips turning down into a commiserating frown.
You shy away from the cloth when he presses it against your forehead, letting out a hiss as it makes contact with your burning skin. He brings a hand to the nape of your neck and you seem to like that much better, sighing under his touch. Jason takes advantage of this to keep you in place, mopping the sweat off your face and neck, trying his best not to give into your dissatisfied squirming.
"I know, I'm an asshole," he mutters, when you cry out his name, displeasure making itself clear on your face. "Get better so you can yell at me for it, alright?"
"Don't wanna – yell at you," you mumble, wetting your lips as they part.
He clocks the dilation of your pupils a little too late and shakes his head adamantly, trying to draw back but you've got a hold of his shirt, pulling him forward. He catches himself with a hand agains the headboard, a knee pressing into the mattress beneath him.
You stare up at him, mouth turning down into a pained grimace.
"C'mon honey," he mutters, pleading, feeling his face flood with warmth. "Don't do this to me. Be good, you'll be alright, okay? Any minute they're gonna call and tell me Alf's got an antidote ready – shit, maybe we should just drive you there now -"
"No," you sob, face crumpling under the weight of your tears again, pushing up on your knees to fling your arms around his shoulders. The effort of the movement makes you stutter out a gasp and he's forced to band an arm around your waist to steady the both of you.
Your tears wet the skin of his neck, your body pressed flush against his. He becomes aware, regrettably, of the skin beneath his fingers, your undershirt having ridden up to expose the softness of your lower back.
"Please," you hiccup into his shoulder. "Please, Jason – Please."
He'll have to ask Oracle later if second-hand exposure to the toxin is supposed to have an effect on him. At the touch of your chest to his, he feels himself warm all over, mouth drying when you begin to keen, arching up into his touch in an effort to get him to do something.
"Fuck," he curses. "Fuck. Alright, just – come here."
He kicks his shoes off, the sneakers clattering against the floor, and crawls onto the bed properly. Sat up against the headboard, he meets your baleful gaze with a raised brow and reaches for you.
Jason shakes his head when you go to straddle his lap, maneuvering you against his chest until your back rests against it. You let out a whimper, displeased, but he shakes his head.
"This is all you're getting, alright? Just – it'll tide you over until they call."
He spreads your legs until they hang over his own, your thighs bracketing his and leaving you open. His blood thunders in his ears, hand trembling as he reaches it up to your mouth, fingers prodding at the soft plush of your lips.
Your tongue laves at his digits, a muffled moan trapped in the recesses of your throat. One of your hands curls around his wrist, the other perching against his thigh, nails curling against the fabric of his jeans. He can feel you shift against him, hips canting ever so slightly over his own.
Awful, wretched, lecherous, he stiffens under the movement, jeans tightening. His free hand wraps around you hip with the intent of pinning you in place and stopping you. Somehow, he finds himself guiding you back and forth instead.
You tip your head back against his shoulder, baring the soft line of your throat as you drool around his fingers. He can feel the wetness pooling around his knuckles, the softness of your ass against him, separated only by a few layers. If he cranes his neck, he'll probably find your panties sticky with your need. The thought alone makes his eyes flutter.
The room is blanketed in muffled whimpers, the whispers of rustling sheets and his shaky breaths. You've quietened down some since he'd gotten his fingers in your mouth, but the heat seems to have returned with a vengeance when you begin to fuss in his lap again. Your fingers dig into his thigh and you whine, tugging at his wrist in an effort to push his hand where you need it most.
He hushes you with a squeeze to your hip and tips your face to meet his. Bleary eyed, silvery tracks smattered across your cheeks, you're struggling to hold on. He lowers his mouth to yours, a chaste kiss that deepens when you part your lips to lick into his mouth.
"Jason, come on."
"No, don't take it off," he whispers when your hands make to tug your underwear off. You whine and he hushes you again, "Shh, I'm going to take care of you, be patient for me, alright?"
He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and watches you shudder at the first swipe. Similarly affected, he feels himself twitch when his fingers make contact with the soft slickness of your flesh, gliding against silken folds.
"Oh," you sigh, sagging slightly into him.
"There you go." He presses a kiss to your sweaty temple, trying to pretend this is just another night together and he's being a loving boyfriend, that you're not delirious with want just because of the toxin running through your bloodstream. "That's my girl."
He presses gentle circles against you, closing his eyes and ghosting his mouth over the curve of your shoulder. The smell of sex is thick in the air, that heady musk and sweat that he could drown in. Your breaths come in pants now as he works you open gently, thumb rolling over your centre.
"Just like that," he rumbles, straining to keep his head on straight. It's difficult, when you arch against him, his name spilling from your lips in adoration coloured mewls. Your arm raises, curling behind you to embrace his neck.
It doesn't take you very long to come, pent up and sensitive – he discovers this when his hand grazes over your chest to stroke your face and you keen so loud he fears he'll come in his pants at the sound, your mouth, bitten raw, dropping open as you moan. A few strokes against your centre and you come apart in his arms, hard. The tremors wrack your body long after the fact, your core pulsing around his fingers.
He, ever the fool, expects this to sate your hunger.
Whatever Ivy's put in her newest concoction is potent. You gather your breath quick enough and it becomes apparent that just the one isn't nearly enough. He's pushed back against the headboard, stunned into silence as you clamber onto his thigh, pawing at him like you can't get close enough.
You struggle with the fabric of his shirt before giving up and any questions he has sputter off into silence when you begin to rock back and forth on him. The denim of his jeans is unforgiving against the thin, sodden material of your underwear, providing a harsh friction that you lose yourself to. He watches, his heart racing, you taking your pleasure for yourself.
It isn't as though you've never done this in front of him – he remembers, blurry, the aftermath of a dinner date that had seen you riding his thigh on the couch, still in your dress.
But this… This feels different.
There's an urgency to this, a franticness running beneath your skin that pushes your hips down harder, more unforgiving. Your face screws up, salt misting your cheeks and neck.
For a moment, Jason almost feels as though he's the one that's been hit. You take on a blurry quality, smudged around the edges like wet paint, wanton, hazy. A gauzy film over his eyes, he blinks, and blinks.
When you come once more, it shatters and he's aware of the stain that's bled into the dark denim on his thigh, a stickiness that's smeared between your thighs. Your panties are ruined and he gulps when he drags his gaze up from between your legs to your face.
Quiet, hungry, you're already staring at him. Your chest heaves with exertion but you remain still otherwise, lips parting in invitation, eyes half-lidded.
"Baby–"
"You said you'd take care of me," you intone beseeching, voice affecting a trembling, delicate quality.
Fuck.
He's never been good at denying you much. Already, he feels the urge to take you into his arms and promise to make it better, but he forces his hand to stay, curling his fingers in the bedsheets.
You crawl forward, until your lips are ghosting over his, eyes swallowing his field of vision until all he can see are the stars in your irises. He feels the
"Jason, please, it still hurts," you whimper quietly, a wounded noise that carves him from the inside out, guilt and shame poisoning his every nerve. He's at war with himself, wanting to ease your pain – he feels responsible for it, in a way – and hesitating similarly. Is this right? Is it okay?
Before he can come up with an answer, you press your mouth to his.
The last of his inhibitions crumbles completely under the plush of your mouth.
He rolls the both of you over, relishing in the gasp you let out, the sight of you splayed against the mattress. He's quick to divest himself of his clothes, tugging his shirt off recklessly, not minding the sound of ripping fabric he vaguely registers hearing. The jeans go next, and his underwear in one, flung to some corner of the bedroom.
Your spit slick mouth curves up into a delighted, drunken smile when he crawls over you, body eclipsing yours with every intent of ravishing you.
Jason holds himself up with one hand, the other reaching to the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer for the box he keeps there. Only, he comes up short and dread dawns over him in a cold wave when he remembers –
He'd used the last of the condoms a few nights ago. It hadn't mattered in the last couple of days, the weekend too busy for the both of you to do much else but curl up next to each other, too exhausted to consider working up a sweat.
"Fuck," he whispers, shaking. "Fuck, baby, there aren't, um…"
Your eyes fill with tears at the unfinished sentence, a hiccuped sob stuttering out of your chest.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he tries to soothe you, a hand smoothing down your face. "I'll just – I'll run to the store, I'll be back before you know it."
"No, please, just–" Watery eyed and upset, you tug him closer as though fearing he'll take off. "I don't care, I don't, I just – I need you, Jason. Please."
He stares at you, heart thundering in his ears. "Fuck you without –"
"Need you now," you whimper, lips tugging down pitifully into a pout that cuts through his chest.
It isn't as though this is his first time fucking you raw –
Tipsy laughter, hushed whispers of it's fine, just once, we'll get the morning after pill.
– but still. This is different, another ballpark entirely.
You stare up at him, desperation in every crease and curve of your face, pleading with him. Too far gone to care, you beg him.
"I'll, um," he rasps out, throat dry, "I'll pull out."
You make some sort of noise that sounds like a vague affirmation, tugging him closer hastily. Poor, pretty girl. His chest aches at the sight of you, needy, looking to him to fix it.
"I'll fix it," he finds himself muttering, lining himself up with your entrance. You've similarly taken to murmuring under your breath, hands carding through his hair, devotion in your every touch.
"Need you so bad, please, please, baby."
The slick that smears against his head, the soft warmth of you, nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head. A drawn out whimper spills from your lips at the press of his hips, the first inches of him pushing into your tight heat.
You sink into the mattress as he notches himself further inside, mouth opening. You paint an obscene picture, your lips bitten raw, naked chest arched. He lowers his head to mouth at your nipples, teeth teasing at the sensitive points. You're warm, so warm beneath him – around him.
He's given only a moment to breathe before you push your hips up, impatient. Fucking yourself against him, your fingers dig into the muscle of his back for leverage, tucking him close enough to you that he brushes against your neck and tastes the salt on your skin.
Jason sets a harried pace, bucking forward against you. You begin to cry out again, every resounding slap of his skin against yours drawing out a moan that curls tight around him and presses down on his stomach. You exchange panted breaths between open mouthed kisses, tongues and teeth clashing messily, muffled pleas that beg for more, more, more.
Filthy, debauched, it doesn't take very long for you to approach your peak. Jason, lost in the wetness of your cunt, feels his own building and knows this is a dangerous game he's playing, toeing the line of recklessness.
"Close," he pants, feeling the tell-tale fluttering of you around him, your orgasm imminent. If he can just hold out until he's gotten you there –
Your legs wrap around him, hold so tight he's not able to do much more than rock against you in desperate, quick rolls of his hips.
"Inside," you warble. Your hands come to cradle his head, coaxing him down to kiss you, licking up into his mouth sweetly, teeth catching on his bottom lip. "Mmh, please, baby? Please? I – Jason – want it so bad, need you inside."
"Oh fuck," he gasps, voice hitching, breath stuttering. His face creases, overcome, and you grin, dazed, drunken, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. What's he to do?
You scream into his mouth at the same time that Jason comes. His vision whitens at the sensation of your pulsing heat, the unforgiving tightening that demands his orgasm. His fingers dig into the soft flesh at your hips, burying himself to the hilt and surrendering to your claim.
Warm and wet around him, the evidence of his debauchery coats the inside of your thighs and clings to the base of him. He's light-headed, a little winded, and it takes him a moment to gather his sensibilities. When he looks down, he finds you a boneless puddle beneath him, eyelids fluttering tiredly.
He should pull out. He knows he ought to – but he's broken so many rules, what's another? Jason gathers you in his arms and rolls over gently, tucking you against his chest, a hand skimming up and down the length of your spine comfortingly.
"Fuck," he whispers out into the air, and you murmur atop him. He glances down, meeting your bleary eyes. "Y'just had to go and get caught in that crossfire, huh?"
"N'my fault," you grumble, pressing your face back into his chest.
"Gonna give me a heart attack," he grumbles, dropping a kiss to your crown. Then, with a look over at the bedside table, he jostles you a bit. "Hey. Don't fall asleep. We still have to get you the antidote."
"Wake me when 's ready," is your answer, tone somehow managing a prissiness unexpected of someone who'd just been fucked to within an inch of their life, and he drops his head back into the pillows, incredulous.
This girl would be the death of him.
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first kinktober 2024 fic let's go!! i genuinely didn't think i was going to be able to commit to kinktober this year (i'm still nervous about whether i'll be able to) because finals are literally just around the corner and i'm stressing. but hopefully you enjoyed the first installment to this year's kinktober and the coming ones don't disappoint, either!
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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago
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"i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me." + rin for the ask game !!! ily aali ❤️
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☆༉ — RIN ITOSHI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.
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line. ❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜
extension. fleshlight/sub!rin itoshi, gn!reader + nsfw/mdni 18+.
things to note. sorry this took so long, i got very distracted and psychoanalysed rin for smut… again lol !! enjoy !!
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rin has always been bad at communicating.
one could say that his stagnant ability to get his needs across is down to the rocky relationship the pro player has with his eldest and only brother. he finds it difficult to speak his mind and match words to emotions — whenever he tries it’s like someone has stuffed cotton down his throat acting as a blockage that physically prevents him doing the one thing he needs to make the human connections he’s craving. 
except with you. you make things easy. you provide rin with the space to feel his way through experiences without chastising him where he goes wrong or turning your back on him like sae once did. the younger itoshi has learned a lot from you that makes him, in his own way, want to try — want to please you by trying and talking through his thoughts and feelings.
just like you’re doing right now.
“how does it feel for you, baby?” you say with pride, a smile full of both pity and adoration splays across your face — your expression fond. it’s always a surprise to rin, how easily fondness and tenderness come to you when you put him in a position to sin. 
the way you’d gotten rin into this very same and compromising position, his legs spread wide and back pressed against your plush bed, had been too quick for him to comprehend. you’re a picture perfect vision between his milky but toned thighs, the sight of you there makes his cock pulse to life — his pink tip shiny with a layer of precum that dribbles pathetically against his skin. 
he wonders how it’s so easy for you to get him like this, lazily pumping his aching shaft through the squishy sillicon flesh light. when you’d first brought it home, the younger itoshi brother was completely against the idea of using it, but to this day he often finds himself forcing himself to push through his shyness and ask you to use it on him. of course, no amount of lube and ribbed rubber could replace how you feel, but it doesn’t mean rin doesn’t enjoy the way you torture him with the toy.
you press white hot kisses to rin’s pelvis, dragging your tongue along his body in the shape of your  name as if to ink your claim on him and push apart the apex of his thighs to spread the soccer player further. the action has an embarrassing amount of heat flashing through rin, frying his nerve endings and burning away his resolve until he growls down at you impatiently. 
a look of disappointment flashes across your face but disappears just as quickly as it came. his chest tightens. “use your words, baby.” you coach rin through the frustration that lingers in a thick fog across his brain. his bulbous and blistering cockhead peaks through the clear toy and you spit down onto it, using your thumb to rub the frothy mix through his slit with hungry eyes. 
“fuck,” rin breathes shallowly,  cursing from above you. he feels like he’s on fire, melting from the inside out and even you swear that you see red swirling in his aquamarine eyes. his chest rises and falls rapidly, moving so fast that he thinks his heart might burst and you’ve barely touched him. 
leaning down, your lips graze over his tip this time, their plumpness mapping out its sensitive layer of skin. on instinct, rin’s hips buck forward to push his gooey cock against the seam of your lips, coating them a layer of his salty-sweet arousal. “breathe baby,” you remind him in a whisper as rin flinches at the contact. you give the base of the flashlight a squeeze and another gentle grin illuminates over your face, rin fighting back a high pitched and dreamy moan just as his head hits the pillow with a dull thud. “deep breath and try again for me, i know you can do it.”
the soccer player does as you ask, inhaling deeply and filling his lungs with fresh air despite simultaneously fighting back tears. “feels,” he manages through the thick ardour clinging to the ridges of his throat, swallowing down the lump there. rin runs his fingers through the sweaty locks matting to his forehead and tries to gather his thoughts over the sound of his slick dick being jerked to high heavens in your warm hand. “good, really good. hah, i-i’m—“
testing the waters, you kitten lick at rin’s tip every time he languidly fucks it through his special toy. eventually, you take him into the wet cavern of your mouth, allowing his precum to pour against your tongue like an erotic flash flood. “good boy, rin. thank you for telling me,” you say, pulling off of him to catch your breath. “you know i love it when you tell me how you feel.” 
he replies with somewhat of a desperate gargle, throwing an arm over his face as it flushes pink at the praise. “i love you.” he bleats.
“i know, baby. i love you too,” your hand speeds up, mostly coated in heavy and clear strings of rin’s precum and the lube from his flesh light. he looks so fucking pretty like this, shiny with sweat as hot salty liquid slips down the apples of his cheeks. “you always try your hardest for me rin. makes me so proud. makes me wanna look after you. i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.”
taking note of how rin grits his teeth, you fist what you can’t fit, between your fingers, and take a mouthful of him him once more — letting him fuck the soft epithelium on the inside of your cheeks. rin chokes on his wails and whines, feeling a familiar pressure build up in his core the more you sloppily make out with his cock and jerk him off with the soiled flesh light. 
“i-i can’t,” he stutters, barely holding himself together through his sniffling. “i can’t…” 
after crawling over rin’s shaky frame, you pry his hands away from his face — cooing down at his puffy eyes and mussed up hair, not daring to let up on pumping his creamy cock through the flesh light. “yes you can,” you goad attentively, finding his lips — using your teeth to tug his bottom lip away from him before capturing him in a messy, mouth watering kiss. rin whimpers at the taste of himself on you, bitter and slightly sweet, angling his head up to kiss you better. “you can do it baby, i’ve got you.” you purr hotly. 
he laps into your mouth, rolling his tongue over yours in the most eager way you’ve ever seen him, working with you to swallow your pleased moans while you take on his pathetic laments. “‘m gonna…” rin slurs over the saliva that weighs down his tongue and ties to the roof of his open mouth as you palm him harder, faster — the crude mix of his precum, your spit and lube from the flesh light slinging around your knuckles. “f-fuck… gonna cum. ‘m gonna cum!” 
“that’s right, baby, let go for me. cum for me, rin.” you command with a delicate air, your voice low and loving. that’s all it takes for the walls that rin has built up to come tumbling down, reaching his high. he cums hard and with a whiny shout that you coach him through, painting your hand with viscous hot layers of white that spurts from his ravaged, bright red cockhead. “oh wow, you came so much, baby. s’this all for me?” 
“now you’re pushing it.” finally coming down from his orgasm, rin finds himself too weak to push you away despite his  embarrassment — allowing you to pamper and fawn over him like you always do. he doesn’t hate it, nor will he admit how adored you make him feel. “thank you.” he mumbles quietly, warmly.
blinking up to meet his tropical ocean eyes, you cock your head to the side — effectively distracted from cleaning rin up. “for what, honey?” 
“taking care of me,” rin states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. his cheeks burn red. “or whatever.” 
“don’t be silly,” you say, “i’ll always take care of you. my baby.”
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thedelicatearcher · 6 months ago
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Can you write general headcanons of dating Sejanus please? ☺️
of course, i love sejanus!!
dating sejanus plinth headcanons <3
♥︎ sejanus is the cheesiest, most romantic man you'll ever meet. he had his parents as an example of a loving marriage growing up, and he was obsessed with the capitol's romance movies he grew up watching. so, it's safe to say he always knew what he wanted and never led you on.
♥︎ he loves to cuddle A LOT. even if the weather is super hot and you're both sweating, he'll still hold you in his arms, contentedly humming as a bead of sweat runs down his face. he is like a big teddy bear and doesn't mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, as long as you are in his arms. he adores having you running your fingers through his hair when you lie down together.
♥︎ he is a writer!! that boy pours his big heart into every letter he writes for you. he has a way with words, poetically describing the way he felt the moment he first laid eyes on you. he remembers little details such as the phase of the moon of that day,the color of the dress you wore, and the song that was playing in the background.
♥︎ when he goes on vacation with his parents, you receive letters from him describing every landscape he observes and every interesting person he meets. he expresses how much he wishes you were there with him, and how he is planning to take you to those places someday. after you finally meet his parents, they adore you and warmly embrace you, cherishing that their son found someone as loving as him. sejanus didn't even have to persuade them to let you come with them on their next vacation.
♥︎ he loves hot chocolate with marshmallows. if it's a little cold outside, he is quick to bring out the mugs and prepare the chocolate. after you’ve finished yours, he gives you a sweet kiss and smiles like a child, saying ‘you taste like chocolate, honey.'
♥︎ at the beginning of your relationship, he struggled with communication. growing up watching lots of romantic (and somewhat unrealistic) movies, he had the mentality of 'if they wanted to, they would,' overlooking the fact that love needs communication to flourish and that people have different love languages.
♥︎ he would get upset when you didn't reciprocate his love notes, when you went to bed angry, or when you were too busy with school to check up on him. after a lot of conversations and a few small fights, you both compromised, listened to each other’s perspectives, and promised to make an effort to make the other one feel loved.
♥︎ his mother crochets!! he is always asking her to crochet something for you. she crocheted your favorite sweater, a beautiful colorful cardigan, and a heavy warm blanket. he constantly tries to steal that blanket from you, playfully feigning offense that his mom never crocheted anything that required so much effort and time for him. also, his mom absolutely adores you and always sends you her homemade cookies you so dearly love.
♥︎ he also struggled with self-doubt the first months of your relationship, feeling unworthy of your love and trying to compensate by giving you many gifts to 'win' you over. over time, his anxiety eased as he began to appreciate the way you unconditionally cherish him, allowing himself to be loved by you.
♥︎ he loves nuzzling his face into your neck. he is intoxicated by your scent, adoring the closeness he feels when he holds you in his arms and buries his face into your neck. whether it’s a back hug, a sleepy cuddle, or a koala embrace after returning from vacation, he always does it.
♥︎ he loves receiving gifts!! the more thoughtful they are, the more his heart flutters. the first time you gave him flowers, he nearly cried on the spot. when you prepare his favorite dessert, he eats it with the biggest smile on his face, not caring if it's burnt, or even undercooked (he is going to get salmonella i'm so sorry). one day, he told you he loves the ring you always wear, and when you gave him one that matched yours, it became his most precious possession.he feels happy when he knows you were thinking of him.
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sucrealacreme · 5 months ago
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Supe Busters - Soldier Boy x female reader
Chapter three
Summary : Vought has many secrets, project W is one of them. What happens when said project turns against them?
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I've always hated liars. If used to baffle me how people could lie. A lie could ruin someone planned life, give them an unwanted direction. How could any living and breathing humans do that? Without liars, society would be thriving and jolly and happy like a Christmas song. But, a lie goes a long way, but it never goes as long as the truth. Where the truth will be revealed, the lie will end. So why not just tell what oughts to be told in the future? My mom always told me one thing. Liars will dig and scratch every ounces of love they can get like a dehydrated man in the middle of the desert. While the truth tellers don't have to seek it, since by their truth they shall receive love.
So when I started to suspect Evangeline behavior, it was like a knife to the hearth. Not a well sharpened one. No, one with a rusty, dull and hot blade. A blade so painful it could make Homelander kneel. She was almost like this wise aunt to me. The one you go to when you have problems you cannot find a way out of. Those that will never give you an answer but instead make you think of one. 
Evangeline was one of the community pillar. For crying out loud, she was in charge of it. But I couldn’t be fooled anymore. No, not after what Florence told me.
Flash-back
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Florence was roaming around the base, not looking for anything except her own deep thoughts. She was near Evangeline's office when she first heard of her true self. 
“Who am I speaking to?” Florence couldn't help but spy on the conversation. It was too tempting and it couldn't be anything embarrassing knowing Evangeline.
“Oh Miss Garcia what a pleasure, how can I help you” Miss Garcia? Who was that? What's happening??
“You want to discuss an issue with the chips? What issue? Everything seems fine” Alright now Florence was just getting pranked. Chips? As in lays chips? No it couldn't be that. Think Florence think…
“Well if they don't detonate anymore I do not see how it's my problem. After all I can't go around telling everyone they need brain surgery. I mean it could compromise the entire job we've been doing wi- “ Evangeline suddenly stopped talking. 
“I'm going to call you back, I have to take care of something.” Florence hearth stopped. Did she knew she was spying on her? Oh Jesus, she couldn't hide from someone with x-Ray vision. Oh. 
But she could trick them with a little light show. Florence bended and bended the light waves around her so she could blend in with the background. 
“I know you're there. I can not see you nor know who you are but I can feel your presence. I know you heard me so I'm going to tell you what's gonna happen. You'll close your mouth and not utter a single word about this exchange. And if you do voices those things, I will not hesitate in targeting you. Think about it, who would trust a nasty, pale and cheap knock Off of a supe over me, the Guardian of Illusion. Don't make something you'll regret dear.”
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Ben entered the warehouse with his usual frowned and grumpy face. He was rarely happy. Always grunting and mumbling old slangs like a caveman. But it was worse this day. For fuck's sake today was supposed to be his day off. His plans were just smoking some green, a couple beers and one or two women in his bed. Fucking dream if you ask him.
But no, Butcher with his cock vacuum “absolutely needed him”. Urgh, what a bunch of pussies. Except the british. No that man wasn't as worse as the cum guzzler. Anyway, he just add to move a door, make a deal and then he could go around fucking women.
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Hughie was still hiding when he saw Y/n and Florence enter by another door. Oh fuck Annie would be killing him. Of course that wasn't the fucking door dumbass, he told himself. They're supposed to be hiding of course their door isn’t out for the world to see. Him alongside the two other men slowly got out from underneath the shelves. The door had closed minutes ago with aloud bang and creaks. They should really oil those doors.
Soldier Boy alongside Annie and Kimiko entered the warehouse suddenly, scaring Hughie to death.
“Alright where's the god damn door” the old man asked, a joint at his mouth.
“Well we thought it was that one but now-” Hughie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door opening.
“Are you sure of what you heard? I mean maybe they really were talking about potato chips and not electric-” Y/n widened her eyes in disbelief.
“What- Oh my fucking god.”
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“Ah bloody hell…” Butcher hated the whole world at that moment. Hughie, M.M, Annie, everyone really. 
“Now who the hell are you?” Y/n was starting to sweat and apparently she wasn't the only one. The french one who seemed to be a hybrid between a human and a meerkat. God he reaked. Could probably empty out a whole stadium with that thing jesus. It seemed like she made a face when she looked at him because now he took a step forward.
“Tu regardes quoi saloperie” he said with an offended face. Oh he thinks he’s the only one who speaks french?
“Toi sale batard qui d’autre” Y/n was now taking a step forward too, ready to attack incase he acts like well, a meerkat.
“Hey Frenchie back off, we're here to make a deal not a fight” he must be the voice of reason in their team. Wait hold on was that Soldier Boy?
“You're lucky he's here” Frenchie turned around going next to Kimiko again. But you were concentrated on looking at what seemed to be Soldier Boy holy shit.
“Yeah you go do that sweety pie, now what are you doing here.” Florence was starting to get frustrated too but you holy cow you had the guy you’ve been looking for for a whole week right there! You should just lounge at him or something.
“Well hello to you too sweetheart, we’re here to make a deal with you lots”  Did they have every nationalities in that team or? I mean, there was more diversity in them than in the Seven. But still, if you could just fry the V in Soldier Boy that would be-
“Don’t even think about it” Florence whispered before taking walking towards them.
“Now, what kind of deal are we talking about?”
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Meanwhile at Vought’s, a red haired woman was walking fast in her heels to a meeting she had with Homelander. She finally found a place where the villain might be hiding. It wasn't easy to find, but with the help of crimes analytics and a few connections she managed too.
 Oh how excited she was. She was able to get her hands on some compound V. She would inject herself with it, then flee the country and all of that would be behind her. She would finally be able to live the life she always wanted. Would she go to Italy? Oooh maybe Switzerland! There weren’t any supes there and she heard that Vought had yet to get their hands on them. That would be perfect.
Ashley’s heel clicked every step she took. Head held high, files tucked in her arms, she was ready to do this.
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Butcher was baffled on how well organised those people were. The cave was reinforced with strong metals to ensure its residents security. But to get there, they first had to go through sewers. Not a bad idea, no one wants to live in sewers after all, so no squatters and no spies. What a dream.
“OK so we’ll go in my quarters to discuss since well, things are happening everywhere else” Y/n announced with a little nervous laugh. God she was so fucked, not only did she learned that Evangeline was maybe the reason behind why people were fainting left and right but she also had to deal with this shit. Urgh, she couldn’t wait for her day off.
Arrived at her apartments, Y/n led the group to a small wooden table. Everyone sat down on the creaky old chairs. She got all of her furnitures herself. She was just too lazy to repare them at the moment. She was able to get Nessira to make a comfortable sofa made out of leaves and wood. God she loved nature, she was often sad she couldn't control it. It was just too complex. The formulas were by the hundreds and contained thousands of atoms. Kinda hard to control that.
“Alright so, tell us about your deal” Florence demanded. Her patience was being stretched thin and she hated that. She wasn't impatient, no don't get confused, she just wasn't someone that liked to lose time in things like that. She liked going straight to the point.
“OK so, we’re a group of people that went the same thing as you- What do you call yourself again-
“Supe Busters.” both women responded a little too excited about their wordplay. That was a clever name and no one could convince them otherwise.
“Yeah Supe Busters, we're like you except we don't have the same abilities as you. Wich makes our jobs ten times harder. So we were wondering if we could, you know form an alliance? Just to get rid of some supes tho, after that we're good. “
“And what happens if we refuse?” Florence said with a frown. She couldn't see what they, Supe Busters, could get out of this? 
“Well, not much. Except maybe the fact you'd be on our bad side now” The blonde woman was now talking. Y/n recognized her.
“Aren’t you Starlight? I heard that you trafficked kids…” Florence was wayyy too agaisnt the idea of working with her.
“Girl those are false allegations” Y/n was trying really hard not to laugh while saying this.
“How do you know? From what we know supes ain't saints..”
“Cause Vought made those rumours up. They saw an enemy they wanted to get rid of, that simple. Apparently it worked cause there are still some dumbasses like you that believe it uh”
Florence was now thinking of it and it was in fact Vought who started those things. Guess Y/n is right…
“what about the deal?” said M.M getting impatient too in front of those women. Unprofessional women at that.
“Oh yeah, I’m not agaisn’t it. Are you?” It was now the atom controller's turn to ask questions.
“Yeah, ok I’m in it too. We’re in.”
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“Ashley, right in time it seems” Ashley was scared of Homelander. And he knew that. He was bathed in joy at the fact if anything. He relished at the fear people had of him. He felt superior to them at those moments, like a better specie, a God…
“Yes sir, sorry sir. Uhm, me and my team found where this person might be hiding.” Shaking like a leaf she handed him the files. Files that he threw at the table like it wasn't hours of intense research.
“I don't want to read it, I want to hear it. Now. Ashley.” His eyes started to have their menacing red glow. Oh how Ashley hated him, he could feel it. He loved observing people. It helped feel more, normal. Like he hadn't lived through reckless torture for years and years and years and years and y-
“O-Of course sir. We have found out that they might be hiding in the Flat Iron Building-” Ashley was once again cut off by Homelander's hand around her throat. He squeezed and squeezed, his gloves squeaking under the pressure.
“Hmm, Ashley tell me please. Did I or did I not tell you that I needed a suspect?” he asked calmly, squeezing a little less for her to speak.
“Yes sir you did” Ashley voice was shocked by the lack of air.
“And you want to tell me WHY THE HELL I GET A PLACE INSTEAD OF A PERSON?” He was now screaming in the red haired woman’s face. Little droplets of spit landed on her face. He suddenly released his grip on her to put his face between his hands, exasperated by her lack of competence. Ashley was now at the floor breathing like a fish out of the sea. She could feel her throat get more and more sore by the seconds, while her lungs were wheezing.
“Get out of here I'll send a team of agents there since you all want to act like clowns.”
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A/n : Again for a part four I need 10 notes in order to be sure I'm not writing to no one😊 If you have any suggestions, again feel free to say them
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fairytail-whathesays · 3 months ago
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So a while ago I got this ask,
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And got so freakin' into the story I was writing that I didn't ever get to what they're actually like as a relationship. I'm fixing that now 👇
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These three guys just kind of...click. Once they're together, and the hardest part's out of the way, they're surprisingly stable, and I think that's because of the balancing forces. Natsu's high energy vs Gajeel's lower energy and more reserved nature, with Laxus in the middle mediating. They rarely have relationship trouble.
When Natsu kisses Laxus, it's like drowning a little in the good feelings. When Gajeel kisses Laxus, it's like something in him has lit on fire. When Natsu kisses Gajeel, there's a certain surprising softness.
All it takes is for one of them to lay down and the other two join them almost automatically. The three of them really need a hammock, but until they get one, treating Laxus like one will have to do.
About half of the Instagram or Tiktok posts from these dudes is the other two recording Natsu doing something stupid, and they thoroughly enjoy it.
They're not clingy with each other but not distant either, genuinely enjoying being together in the same space. They often cook as three, shop as three, go out as three.
Laxus' house basically serves as the home for the three of them, even though Natsu and Gajeel both still have their own homes. The three of them can't live permanently in the same space (because those spaces would have to include cats).
Laxus being the only one who can cook means he kind of has to teach the other two, since they're both used to eating fire and metal, respectively. He's no master but he can teach them how to make a basic meal, which contributes to how much time they spend in the kitchen together.
Laxus also has to budget everything, being the only one with any money sense, so yeah you can kinda see why it's his house they tend to stay at.
They have to make compromises at concerts and other get-togethers. If Natsu doesn't get them to wear light-up cat-ears, then no one gets to have skull chokers.
They're all fairly strong drinkers, but they all have different tastes. Natsu likes it light, Gajeel likes whiskey or straight beer, and Laxus will be having vodka, thank you. It is very important their orders not be fucked up.
All three of them get tattoos throughout the course of the relationship, and they're usually sentimental in some fashion. Gajeel starts the tradition, and usually augments it with some piercings, but they all enjoy getting some ink.
Spending so much more time around him than most, Natsu and Laxus are the only ones who ever get to see Gajeel with short hair, since he frequently takes one of them to get it cut with him. It's...bizarre, at first. It doesn't look like Gajeel, but the first time he tries it, Laxus and Natsu assure him he looks great.
Pride goes crazy--all three of these dudes have legit fanbases in the wizard community.
They take a long, long, long time to get married. Like, they're all in their 40s. But it does happen.
And now, the spicy stuff 👇
There is a lot of séx. Like, a lot. It's a very high cumulative libido between the three of them. Someone is usually in the mood, and another of them if not both can usually be tempted to play.
I mean this in the gayest, most homosexual, most c*cksucking way possible: Natsu Dragneel is in bottom heaven. He has not one but two musclebound punk thug guys with big dícks ready to rearrange his insides at any given time. He couldn't ask for more.
Well, he could. But he's not brave enough to ask for DP. At first.
Speaking of bottoming--Gajeel and Laxus do it far less frequently, but they are still down. Gajeel, in particular, lets his machismo get in the way of it quite a lot. It's not just him not wanting to give Natsu the satisfaction, although there is that. He burns with jealousy the first few times he sees Natsu getting pounded straight to a state of nirvana, and he steadfastly engages Laxus 1v1 until he's more comfortable bottoming and letting Natsu see him do it.
Yes, let's all point and laugh at Gajeel the Bottom Very Versatile Top, except not really. He looks a fucking sweetass sight riding Laxus' díck, and Laxus lets him know how mindblowingly sexy it is.
Speaking of riding--all three of these guys are ass men. If Natsu is occuping that big lightning rod, Gajeel is probably sitting on Laxus' face, and vice versa. Perfect place to have a smoke or a joint. And all three are excellent at rimming.
They do PnP. Sometimes it gets out of hand.
It's basically understood without question that showering is a time for séx first, getting clean second. Not one of them ever gets in the shower without one or both of the others joining and making it take a lot more water than it needs.
When Gajeel does get in a topping mood though, whew boy, look out. Laxus was in the best train/sandwich of his life the other day and he had such a powerful orgäsm that it altered his brain chemistry.
They do the threeway kiss every so often and that's usually how Laxus chooses to initiate. Meanwhile Natsu likes to initiate by biting something.
Honestly these three kinda need to start an Onlyfans. Someone write a fic about that.
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veliseraptor · 1 year ago
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If you haven't done so already, do you have any particular headcanons for Xiao Xingchen?
I've always seen him as a very interesting character, from his fife as the pupil of an inmortal master, to his views about the world. I specially find the image of the folk hero he seems to have incredibly appealing, although I feel it gets left behind in the background of the story. But what do you think?
boy do I!!! I have a stack of Xiao Xingchen headcanons that just might together stack up longer than the entire yi city arc in canon. I have long experience with building a large edifice of headcanon upon a relatively slim amount of actual text, and I have spent a lot of time thinking about Xiao Xingchen. I'm sure this comes as a complete surprise to everyone.
one important headcanon to me is the sort of...pair that Xiao Xingchen is a very sociable and extroverted person, and he has major abandonment issues. I feel like the first one is something where the perception is otherwise because he's not exactly boisterous and he has this "untouchable immortal" reputation following him around making him out to be something more than human (which also renders him less than human, but I've talked about that before).
but Xiao Xingchen loves people, I think - he believes in people, yes, but he also just generally genuinely likes them. he likes to talk to people. now, this doesn't always mean he's good at it - the other thing about Xiao Xingchen is that he's kind of weird and socially graceless - but he's a very friendly person by nature.
this makes his utter isolation post-baixue even sadder, because I don't think it's because he can't make connections, or doesn't want to - I think he's not letting himself try. he's cut himself off from trying to make friends. prior to that I think people tend to hold him at a distance, because other people perceive him as untouchable/distant and project that onto how they interact with him, and if they do interact with him he's weird and socially graceless which can be a turn-off for further interaction. afterwards he's just doing the same.
and meanwhile! all this is happening and Xiao Xingchen is in a state of continual low-level homesickness (the world is harder and meaner than he thought it would be, he can never go home, he genuinely believes in his decision to descend but also it hurts sometimes), and he has his one companion who is the best ever but even so...that's one person and I think Xiao Xingchen craves more connection than that. but because of who he is and who he's chosen to be, he doesn't have that community that he desperately misses, and he's not willing to compromise himself in order to find it the simplest way (i.e. by joining a sect).
the dream of creating a sect is, I think, a little more Xiao Xingchen's than Song Lan's - not that Song Lan's not in favor of the idea, but I think he'd be more content without it, continuing to be independent, than Xiao Xingchen is. but he also has his temple to go home to (until he doesn't).
and for extra spicy fun my headcanon has always been that Xiao Xingchen is very tactile while Song Lan is...the opposite, and while Xiao Xingchen would never complain and might not even acknowledge it to himself, he is perfectly content with the non-physical state of their relationship, of course, he would like to be cuddled and that's just not something Song Lan generally feels up to doing.
and then!! and then Song Lan lashes out at Xiao Xingchen, pushing him away, and the closest person Xiao Xingchen has to home is torn away from him, and then his actual home is taken away again (because he goes back for Song Lan only to have to leave again, really forever this time), and he's on his own wallowing in guilt and self-loathing and very determinedly being Alone until a-Qing shows up and basically goes "mine now" and adopts Xiao Xingchen as very much hers. A-Qing is so important for the way that she walks into Xiao Xingchen's self-imposed solitude and just moves in without taking no for an answer. that's, I think, part of why Xiao Xingchen loves her so much.
but after Song Lan there's definitely a low key assumption for Xiao Xingchen, I think, that people will leave him eventually. I think he always tended toward a little bit of clinginess, but after he gives up his eyes that clinginess both increases exponentially and also becomes an exercise in intense self-denial. he won't let himself be clingy with the people he cares about even if that is what he desperately wants to be. nobody would want to live with us in this coffin house.
there's an exchange that I'm really quite proud of in The Care and Keeping of an Unexpected Captive:
“You like - you like feeling like a hero. Like you’re - saving the world, all the pathetic people too weak to save themselves, there’s you, righteously battling evil, kind, generous–” Words that would be compliments from someone else Xue Yang spat like insults. Xiao Xingchen drew back. “That’s not it,” he protested. “I don’t care who knows me, or if anyone does. I’m not looking for fame or glory–” “No,” Xue Yang said, his voice harsh, “you just want people to love you.”
and I don't think Xue Yang is wrong. he's not 100% right either - Xiao Xingchen does believe in his mission, and does just genuinely want to help people and do the right thing.
but he also really, really, really wants to be loved, and is very afraid that he won't be.
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kendrixtermina · 11 months ago
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These fake pretentious posts about how that one person „would have liked Amys story better if she chose to quit travelling“ make me so mad.
For all that they throw around sanctimonious like „agency“ they really, really don’t get it.
The great thing about Amy’s story, and the reason I love it, is that it’s one big fuck you to this toxic-ass idea that „growing up“ is synonymous with abandoning your passions & becoming boring & conventional.
Which is something that sends ppl to therapy in droves regardless of gender because they quit everything that that brought them joy & focussed only on productiveness or obligation but which women get especially hit with.
At the start, she is under the illusion that her two choices are to keep her adventurous lifestyle that fits her free-spirited nature, OR to marry Rory and settle down in a conventional way, which is exactly why she is reluctant to commit & gets cold feet before the wedding.
But that supposed choice is shown to be illusory:
In the end, she can marry Rory & commit to him AND have an exciting life of adventure. Adulthood doesn’t HAVE to mean giving up your passions.
Are you seriously telling me that everyone should eventually give up a life where they see wild new things every day?
I wouldn’t. Some might decide after a while that they’d like more stability or get fed up with awful sights; – it depends on their personally obviously, but is it strange that some wouldn’t quit?
Certainly IRL many ppl have a formative wild phase in their youth & then call it quits, but there’s many that seek thrills & novelties all their lives.
Amy got a choice: Her choice was to stay indefinitely & try to balance both conventional adulthood & her love of adventure. It’s the one she makes in ‚The Big Bang‘ and one she re-examines but ultimately reaffirms after reexamining it in ‚The Power of Three‘.
Of course things still end, because everything ends (especially in a live action show where the actors have limited contract lenghts) but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t a choice – it’s just that, if you chose to stick it out to the bitter end, that logically means that eventually circumstance is gonna hit. (As it did for Rose, Donna and Clara, who also preferred to stay indefinitely)
‚The Angels Take Manhattan‘ was really about giving her a chance to show her devotion to Rory. At the start of series 7 in ‚Asylum of the Daleks‘ we learn that she has become very aware of how much Rory is sacrificing for the relationship & how much he’s compromised for her sake when she hasn’t always been her best self to him, & that she wants to pay him back or make it up to him – but there of course she makes the very common relationship mistake of assuming what the other person wants without actually talking to them, & it ends in the temporary divorce thing, which is not at all what he would want.
But over the course of their entanglement with the Angels, he communicates very clearly that the one thing he doesn’t want is to be stranded somewhere without her, so when that happens, she goes with him so he won’t be alone, repaying his devotion.
It finishes up the whole ‚life cycle motif‘ we had going on with her, from meeting her as a little girl, seeing her grow up & get married, have a kid, try various careers, get to the point where she needs reading glasses etc. to the point that she seems more mature than the Doctor towards the end, so it makes sense to end this with us following her till she dies of old age -
That said, I object to this characterization of her as a mere victim. All things considered she had as good a life as anyone: She lived to her 80s, had a long & happy marriage, adopted a kid, finally found a job that she liked enough to stick with, & became a famous writer. Yeah, it sucks that Rory was separated from Brian, there’s some irreversible bittersweetness there, especially in what happened to River, but all in all this isn’t a sad story at all. By her own words, she & Rory were happy in the end;
It’s just sad for the Doctor cause he can’t see them anymore, & he has this whole difficulty with accepting endings. (all kinda leading up to when he gets lectured about this by Ashildr & when he meets River again he realized how much his avoidance hurt her feelings – though he gets a chance to fix it.)
Amy could accept it (at least when the alternative was leaving Rory stranded), indeed in the farewell letter they come off almost parental, like they’re more worried about him than anything else.
You gotta have some reading comprehension & separate what he believes about himself from what the narrative actually shows us.
Since the Time War he’s had this huge guilt complex, and Davros’ breaking speech in Journey’s End about how he makes everyone worse really hit him hard, especially since he’s forced to mindwipe Donna right after -
But it’s worth noting that it’s very different from what the companions themselves are shown to believe, just the previous episode Rose was talking about how he had a positive influence & most & Donna says she’d rather die than have that impact erased.
He was gonna go at it alone after losing Donna, but that went very badly, & then he’s slightly out of it from the regeneration & hitting it off with Amy & his resolve crumbles.
Quite the opposite from how that poster characterizes it, he tries to extricate himself multiple times & it’s the Ponds who aren’t having it, & say, „Nah dude, you’re our friend, you’re part of the family“ & actually that’s beautiful. Even after she gets married he’s still her friend, & even after she comes to see him more realistically & less through a lens of admiration in the God complex, he’s still her friend.
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My brain is braining. Something about a Gravity Falls AU where Dipper and Mabel get sent by their parents to live with their responsible gruncle Stanford for the summer, only to discover he's living with his twin brother/best friend, his lab partner, and his interdimensional abiguously maybe still evil triangle muse.
Bill was bent on world domination, and so he tricked Ford into building the portal. When Ford was sucked in, though, Bill realized how much he cared about him and had a change of heart. He worked with Ford to get him back to Earth much quicker than in canon. He was originally going to go back to dimension hopping aimlessly after that, but Ford invited him to stay. Bill is still kinda evil, but in a petty saturday morning cartoon way and he doesn't mind control people anymore on principle, so he really doesn't have much power. Nobody really has the heart to stop him. His "evil" is all like canon early Fiddleford tier.
Fiddleford saw through the portal, but it was CONSIDERABLY less horrible (since even before redemption, Bill was less bad). He didn't erase his brain. He just kind of distanced himself from Ford. However, he can't live with the guilt of letting Bill in. He goes to confront Ford and tell him what he saw. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, the day he does is the same day Stanley comes to visit Ford (uninvited and much earlier than in canon, he's on the run and missed his brother because people know how to healthily communicate in this AU). He sees the portal activate through a window or doorway or something, and he sees Stan's unexpected arrival startle Ford, causing him to trip backward into the portal. From then on, he worked with Stan to hopefully reopen the portal and bring Ford back. They grow closer in the time it takes, and they end up living together in the shack. Once Ford is back, they have full lives in town and so they stay.
So then, that's how four unlikely personalities end up living together in the shack when Dipper and Mabel arrive. Of course, their parents have no idea that there's anyone other than Ford there, but the twins aren't complaining. In this AU, the house is very full, with the downstairs absolutely needed to house everyone comfortably, so the tourist trap portion of the shack is actually mostly outside, with a small visitors center built off to the side. The attractions are a lot more real. They have an interdimensional dream demon (he mostly doesn't even realize he's an exhibit. They kinda talked and agreed, but he wasn't paying attention. It's mostly just a window in his gamer lair, but he's fine with it), they have good relations with the various supernatural beings of the woods (the manotaurs respect Ford for surviving across dimensions for so long, the gnomes will work for anyone who feeds them, and Bill's minions all were out of a job when he left so they move in in various areas around the woods), and they even have a relationship with some of the universities with occult programs to make the place into a technically accredited museum. After all, most museums won't take supernatural objects, even if they're real. They are also doing some research into using the (still intact) portal to venture into some safer dimensions on safari, and so that's the majority of the work that Dipper and Mabel do at the shack, or, as it's called now, the Museum of Mysteries. Stan wanted to call it the Myster Tour, Ford wanted to call it the Museum of Occult Phenomena, and they compromised.
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dailyanarchistposts · 4 months ago
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Do you believe that human beings are fundamentally corrupt and evil, or that certain sorts of people (women, people of color, ordinary folk who are not rich or highly educated) are inferior specimens, destined to be ruled by their betters?
If you answered “yes”, then, well, it looks like you aren’t an anarchist after all. But if you answered “no”, then chances are you already subscribe to 90% of anarchist principles, and, likely as not, are living your life largely in accord with them. Every time you treat another human with consideration and respect, you are being an anarchist. Every time you work out your differences with others by coming to reasonable compromise, listening to what everyone has to say rather than letting one person decide for everyone else, you are being an anarchist. Every time you have the opportunity to force someone to do something, but decide to appeal to their sense of reason or justice instead, you are being an anarchist. The same goes for every time you share something with a friend, or decide who is going to do the dishes, or do anything at all with an eye to fairness.
Now, you might object that all this is well and good as a way for small groups of people to get on with each other, but managing a city, or a country, is an entirely different matter. And of course there is something to this. Even if you decentralize society and put as much power as possible in the hands of small communities, there will still be plenty of things that need to be coordinated, from running railroads to deciding on directions for medical research. But just because something is complicated does not mean there is no way to do it democratically. It would just be complicated. In fact, anarchists have all sorts of different ideas and visions about how a complex society might manage itself. To explain them though would go far beyond the scope of a little introductory text like this. Suffice it to say, first of all, that a lot of people have spent a lot of time coming up with models for how a really democratic, healthy society might work; but second, and just as importantly, no anarchist claims to have a perfect blueprint. The last thing we want is to impose prefab models on society anyway. The truth is we probably can’t even imagine half the problems that will come up when we try to create a democratic society; still, we’re confident that, human ingenuity being what it is, such problems can always be solved, so long as it is in the spirit of our basic principles — which are, in the final analysis, simply the principles of fundamental human decency.
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It is NOT BOY MODING. It is A TOMBOY AND It LIKES THE WAY It DRESSES.
By lain. It its she they.
It amazes me when It sees this word brought up on the internet. The term Boy Moding is used and often applied to trans women who use Boy clothing and fashion to hide the effects of HRT to be able to pass through safely without being clocked or singled out for being transgender. But it seems, at least to it, that this term often gets applied to women of it's variety without question of what they actually identify as. To it, the term "Boy moding" is rooted and based on passing culture and societal standards of what women should look like, act, think, and express themselves. For instance, I my self personally Identify as a tomboy. Which is a term often applied to cis women who have a preference for Boy clothing. This isn't to say that I don't own dresses or skirts or other articles of clothing how ever, I personally tend to pair these items with over sized hoodies, t shirts, and various crop tops that I've made over the years even before I came out of the closet. To that effect I will say that I believe there is a stark difference between subcultures within the lgbtqia+ and I am here to provide some nuance to this conversation.
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It guess you could say for my own personal identity that there is also a community behind it. There are alot of stereo types that It fits when it comes to generalizing trans women. There are a lot of girls who are actually hyper passing dolls, i.e. a few of it's friends who are in the drag community. The ones who try to blend and pass as what our society has labeled as a woman. And then there are girls like it, who embrace the more counter culture type of aspects of being a woman as well as being gender nonconforming. Girls who are like me reject traditional gender norms as well as challenge the definition of femininity. I remember one conversation that I had with my sister M. I used to be a full service sex worker and I was thinking about taking it up again and she had said, "If you really want to get back into sex work you will have to ask yourself what matters more to you, passing or being your self." That sat with me very much and she kind of got in my head about it. At first i thought, "maybe I can do both I'm pretty attractive." But then I realized that sex work really wasn't for me because I am not willing to compromise characteristics that make me a more complete person as a whole for capital.
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With this being said, It believe that to help with the stigma that goes a long with being A. Labeled as a "boy moder" and B. Being misgendered based solely on the appearance of how you present your own version of being gender nonconforming in internet spaces as well as public spaces. Recently it got misgendered at work. The owner of the restaurant it washes dishes at had used second person pronouns to address it when it uses third person pronouns preferably even in the work place. When the discussion was had, the owner of said restaurant had flat out refused to use its preferred pronouns and had its identity denied. After that it had spent the whole shift crying, contemplating, formulating an escape plan because all it could think about were the times that it had its gender questioned or policed in many hostile work environments. The evidence while clearly anecdotal is a prime example of what transgender women, and trans gender tomboy women have to deal with 9/10 times on any given day of the fucking week.
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To wrap things up, we discussed that The term Boy Moding is used and often applied to trans women who use Boy clothing and fashion to hide the effects of HRT to be able to pass through safely without being clocked or singled out for being transgender. How ever over the course of this post we break down the terms loosely and talk about how very prominent distinctions there are in subcultures between trans and queer people. We also talk about the ways that passing culture can effect the ways we view and perceive subcultures and how these perceptions can make it difficult for gender nonconforming people to navigate in social spaces. Now referring to itself in the first person, to me I think the term Boy moding is gross. Boy moding is a way for people to gender all of us incorrectly and keep more struggling women in the closet. If you are non binary, or any form of gender non conforming person hear this. It is okay to be a woman and still embrace masculinity. Boy clothing does not make it any less of a woman nor does being identifiably trans make it a man pretending to be a woman.
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It is NOT BOY MODING. It is A TOMBOY AND It LIKES THE WAY It DRESSES.
It feels femme even though it doesn't identify as a regular human. It feels feral when the full moon comes. It likes to bite the ones it loves. It wears jeans sometimes to work or maybe sometimes a skirt. Even though it's a creature that causes alot of messes. It IS NOT BOY MODING. IT IS A TOMBOY AND IT LIKES THE WAY IT DRESSES.
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imstilldaydreaming · 2 years ago
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Random question time! Which para cusses the most? When did they start cussing, what influenced the habit? Who cusses the least and why? Has the para who cussed the least heard the para who cussed the most cuss? What’s their reaction? Is there a compromise when it comes to communication between the two?
alright, I think I can do this with varying degrees of depth for my most active paracosms (warriors of halcyon, under the sakura trees and the to.uhou one), so buckle up, because this will be long!
everything is under the cut!
Warriors of Halcyon
The swears the most award goes to... Yuri!
When she started working as an idol, her agency had this rigid set of rules she had to follow all the time (just like what happens irl). and one of the rules is "don't swear". she really respected this rule everywhere but, with the decrease of overall care about everything, she started using cuss words. and now that's pretty much the way she normally talks (when she doesn't have her work facade on, of course).
The swears the least award goes to... Kagura!
I'm feeling like this was kind of expected lmao. anyway, she takes anything language very seriously. so, because of this and, y'know, the whole "having spent your whole life around a very formal atmosphere" thing, she not only doesn't cuss, but she hates it too!
as for communication between these two, I don't think they talk that much anyway, but if they did talk and Yuri was comfortable enough not to appear all happy go lucky, Kagura would probably end up correcting Yuri's speech and she, on the other hand, would tell her to shut the fuck up.
and I think that, if they reached a compromise, it'd most likely be Kagura not being annoying about Yuri's cussing habit.
Another para that doesn't cuss at all is Ririka.
she doesn't really know how to use those words and even has trouble with detecting them mid conversation. she doesn't mind Yuri or any other team member cussing, she's just confused by it. the rest of warriors of halcyon try to explain to her what those words mean and what they convey, in those cases.
Under the Sakura Trees
The swears the most award goes to... Yoshie!
this cast doesn't really have a lot to offer when it comes to regular cussers(?), but Yoshi probably takes the cake.
she didn't swear at all during her high school times (her attitude was like the one Kagura has lmao), but she did become more laid back when she got to college, so she tried cussing among friends. now, she does so regularly and effortlessly! it kinda gives her a sensation of freedom that her past self didn't have!
The swears the least award goes to... Nami!
oh wow, would you look at that, the two extremes are in the same family.
so, Nami doesn't like to cuss, but she doesn't hold a visceral hate towards it like Kagura does. she just doesn't like it, and finds it lowkey annoying. that's it.
Yoshi tries really hard not to cuss in front of Nami (cuz "oh no, I have to be a good role model for my younger sister"), but this isn't to say that it hasn't happened before.
the most likely scenario for this to happen is if something goes wrong (eg. forgetting something on the oven, stubbing your pinkie on a corner of furniture, that kind of stuff). in these cases, cue in Yoshi cussing the shit out of everything. then she realises Nami was, in fact, in the room, abruptly stops and starts apologizing. Nami, of course, doesn't think of the words are a problem (she's probably way more concerned about whatever went wrong lmao)
Land of Spirits (T.ouhou paracosm)
The swears the most award goes to... Marisa!
Easy choice. Marisa swears pretty much CONSTANTLY. I don't really have much of a clue as to why she does or when she started. I guess that's just the way she is.
The swears the least award goes to... Patchouli!
I guess she's a mix between Kagura and Nami on this. She doesn't like it, finds it annoying, but not that annoying. She spends her time reading instead of talking to others anyway, so there's that.
as the game shows, the ordinary magician profoundly annoys our sickly librarian. Patchy finds Marisa's cussing (and her way of talking in general) a nuisance. if there were to be a compromise between these two, maybe it would be Marisa toning down a bit.
and yeah, that's it!! thanks a lot for the ask and for your time reading this! I hope you're having a nice day!
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Also Tayto, you are crazy super foine
There’s so much media showing super attractive mean girls loudly laughing at guys when they approach them about dates, I think sometimes we’re just afraid to put ourselves out there.
I’m not saying this is you but rather I’m saying there is that societal conditioning
Of course you don’t want to be the only one asking, and of course it feels awesome and flattering to be asked
But goddamit the fear of rejection … if that ain’t the realest thing ever. I know if I saw you irl I would not even ask the time, I would rather admire than be rejected
Man this courting shit is hard. How are we ever going to find someone meant for us? Imagine being in control of your feelings, stupid mfs
I remind myself again if they wanted to they would, they’d make time for you or go out of their way to see you. Sure people get busy but they can compromise or find a way to solve the issue. Communication goes a long way and you have to accept some things are going to hurt but you’re going to be okay
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vapehk1 · 7 months ago
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investment-platforms · 7 months ago
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Invest in Sustainable Companies: Building a Greener Future and Reaping Long-Term Rewards
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In recent years, the investment landscape has undergone a significant transformation. Traditional financial metrics are no longer the sole criteria for making investment decisions. Increasingly, investors are recognizing the importance of environmental, social, and governance (ESG) factors in shaping a company's long-term success. This shift towards sustainable investing is not just a trend—it's a movement towards a more responsible and impactful way of growing wealth. Here's why you should consider investing in sustainable companies and how it can benefit both your portfolio and the planet.
What is Sustainable Investing?
Sustainable investing, also known as socially responsible investing (SRI) or impact investing, involves selecting companies and funds based on their commitment to ESG criteria. This approach goes beyond financial returns to consider the broader impact of investments on society and the environment. Sustainable investors typically look for companies that:
Promote environmental stewardship: Reducing carbon footprints, managing waste, and conserving natural resources.
Exhibit social responsibility: Ensuring fair labor practices, community engagement, and high standards of product safety.
Uphold strong governance: Demonstrating transparency, ethical business practices, and effective leadership.
The Rise of Sustainable Investing
The rise of sustainable investing can be attributed to several factors:
Increased Awareness: More investors are becoming aware of the global challenges such as climate change, resource depletion, and social inequality. They want their money to contribute to solutions rather than exacerbate problems.
Regulatory Pressures: Governments and regulatory bodies worldwide are introducing stricter environmental regulations and corporate governance standards, encouraging companies to adopt sustainable practices.
Consumer Demand: Consumers are increasingly favoring brands that align with their values. Companies that prioritize sustainability often enjoy stronger customer loyalty and brand reputation.
Performance Potential: Numerous studies have shown that sustainable companies can outperform their non-sustainable counterparts over the long term. They tend to be more innovative, resilient, and adaptive to changing market conditions.
Benefits of Investing in Sustainable Companies
Financial Returns
Contrary to the misconception that sustainable investing compromises financial returns, evidence suggests otherwise. Sustainable companies are often better managed, face fewer regulatory fines, and can mitigate risks associated with environmental and social issues. This can lead to more stable and potentially higher returns over time.
Risk Mitigation
Sustainable companies are typically more proactive in addressing risks related to climate change, resource scarcity, and social unrest. By integrating ESG factors into their strategies, these companies are better equipped to navigate disruptions and regulatory changes.
Positive Impact
Investing in sustainable companies allows you to contribute to positive social and environmental outcomes. Your investments can help drive innovation in renewable energy, support fair labor practices, and promote ethical governance. This aligns your financial goals with your values, enabling you to make a difference while growing your wealth.
Portfolio Diversification
Sustainable investing offers a unique way to diversify your portfolio. Many sectors, such as renewable energy, electric vehicles, and sustainable agriculture, provide growth opportunities that are not only financially attractive but also aligned with global sustainability goals.
How to Get Started with Sustainable Investing
Research and Education
Start by educating yourself about sustainable investing. Numerous resources, including books, online courses, and financial advisors specializing in ESG investments, can provide valuable insights.
ESG Funds and ETFs
Consider investing in ESG-focused mutual funds and exchange-traded funds (ETFs). These funds pool money from many investors to buy shares in companies that meet specific ESG criteria. They offer a diversified and convenient way to invest sustainably.
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If you prefer a more hands-on approach, you can invest directly in individual companies that demonstrate strong ESG practices. Look for businesses with transparent reporting on their sustainability initiatives and a clear commitment to continuous improvement.
Use ESG Ratings
Leverage ESG ratings and scores provided by independent rating agencies. These ratings assess companies based on their environmental impact, social responsibility, and governance practices, helping you make informed investment decisions.
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wicultyls · 9 months ago
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Tips for Balancing Work, Life, and DevOps Certification Studies
In the modern professional landscape, the pursuit of career advancement often goes hand in hand with the desire for personal growth and development. For individuals in the tech industry, obtaining certifications like DevOps can significantly enhance career prospects and skillsets. However, balancing the demands of work, personal life, and certification studies can pose a considerable challenge. In this article, we'll explore practical tips and strategies to help professionals effectively manage these competing priorities and achieve success in both their career and personal endeavors.
Setting Clear Goals: Before diving into the whirlwind of work, study, and personal commitments, it's essential to establish clear objectives. Define why you're pursuing a DevOps certification and how it aligns with your long-term career aspirations. Having a clear sense of purpose will provide the motivation needed to navigate the inevitable challenges along the way.
Effective Time Management: Managing time efficiently is paramount when juggling multiple responsibilities. Create a structured schedule that allocates dedicated time for work, study sessions, and personal activities. Utilize tools like calendars or time-tracking apps to organize your day and prioritize tasks effectively.
Establishing a Study Routine: Consistency is key when preparing for a DevOps certification exam. Develop a study routine that fits seamlessly into your daily schedule, whether it's early mornings, evenings, or weekends. Break down study material into manageable chunks and approach them systematically to maintain momentum and focus.
Exploring Flexible Learning Options: Explore flexible learning options that accommodate your work and personal commitments. Online courses, virtual classrooms, and self-paced study materials offer the flexibility to learn at your convenience. Take advantage of resources that allow you to study anytime, anywhere, without compromising other obligations.
Embracing Work-Life Integration: Strive for work-life integration rather than a strict balance. Look for opportunities to merge elements of work, study, and personal life seamlessly. Whether it's listening to audio lectures during commutes or discussing DevOps concepts with colleagues, integrating learning into daily routines can enhance efficiency and effectiveness.
Setting Boundaries: Establishing clear boundaries between work, study, and personal time is essential for maintaining well-being and preventing burnout. Communicate your boundaries to colleagues, friends, and family members to ensure uninterrupted study time and moments of relaxation.
Prioritizing Self-Care: Amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, don't overlook self-care. Dedicate time to activities that rejuvenate your mind and body, such as exercise, meditation, or spending quality time with loved ones. Prioritizing self-care is crucial for sustaining productivity and overall well-being.
Staying Organized and Flexible: Keep study materials, notes, and resources organized to minimize stress and maximize efficiency. However, remain flexible and adaptable to unexpected changes or challenges that may arise. Being able to adjust plans and priorities as needed will help navigate obstacles more effectively.
Tracking Progress: Regularly monitor your progress to ensure you're staying on track with your DevOps certification studies. Set milestones or checkpoints to assess knowledge and skill development along the way. Celebrate achievements and learn from setbacks to continually improve.
Seeking Support and Collaboration: Don't hesitate to seek support from mentors, peers, or study groups during your certification journey. Collaborating with others can enhance the learning experience and provide valuable encouragement and motivation.
Conclusion: Balancing work, life, and DevOps certification studies requires dedication, discipline, and resilience. By implementing these tips and finding a rhythm that works for you, success in both career advancement and personal growth is within reach. Remember to stay focused, stay motivated, and prioritize well-being along the way. With perseverance and determination, achieving your goals in DevOps certification is not only feasible but also rewarding.
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