#all i can do is try to become who i want to be in the present

[sayangrafayel]

LADS React: You screaming FIGHT ME repeatedly to them.

I sometimes believe I can take on the world if I tried and screaming this to them is definitely something I would do. How would they react to this though? (request)

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

Listen. He. Would. Love. This. He would not see you as a threat though, to him you look just a little kitten who's hissing at him and frowning.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do? This little kitten is super scary." He would say with amusement and it would only annoy you more.

He would suggest for you spar with him at his boxing ring where he can also train you. What was once a playful suggestion becomes a whole training session with your boxing champion.

Xavier

Confused. Why are you suddenly screaming at him? Like him, you're usually calm and collected.

"We spar all the time, but usually on the training ground. I don't want to fight you just because.."

If you keep charging at him, he would try to fight back but of course you can tell he's holding back.

Rafayel

😠 Why are you doing this? Usually you guys are all talk, exchanging banters, he doesn't want to do a physical fight with you.

"Why would I fight you? You're my miss bodyguard, you're supposed to protect me rather than hurting me..."

He would eventually agree and act like you terribly injured him (you didn't) so he can make you take care of him and nurse him back to "health".

Zayne

Just stares at you. Arching an eyebrow. Folding his arm.

"Why would I, as your doctor, fight you? That would be unprofessional." "Well you did more unprofessional things with me before.." "That is not my point."

He would create ice creatures for you to smash if you keep asking him to fight you. You wouldn't have the heart to smash those sweet innocent creatures though...

Caleb

Happy. You guys play roughhouse all the time when you were kids.

"You wanna go? You wanna go?" He would say while playfully getting in his fighting stance.

He would not actually fight you back though, he would only block your punch. Every single punch. Even if he did punch you, it would be so light and you can barely feel it.

[salemlunaa]

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ EVERYTHING IS INSTANT 🎞️

leave the limitations of the outerman behind

You don’t realise how powerful you are. You are God, or the operant power whatever you wanna call it. You have everything you want now in this moment. Emotions are more than fine, but all this stress is for nothing, whatever you speak into existence is fact.

“The outerman sees nothing but limitations”

-Hazrat Inayat Khan

And what does that mean? There are two main limitations keeping you from your desires. Well I mean since you are the only thing with power, it is you. But, the two main limitations are time and the 3d. That’s it that’s all. That is what your outerman has to deal with. That’s why you see the 3D and spiral, That’s why you are scared about how much “time you’ve wasted”

It isn’t your fault, beating yourself up about this is like penalising a blind person for not being able to see. What you need to do is fully align yourself with your inner man, who gets everything and anything instantly, no matter what. As god, the real you, everything you speak into is real.

I’m not going to go into why your manifestations and shifts in reality are delaying, not going to tell you the repeated things on this app. Because there is no delay, therefore it has no meaning or matter. Delay and failure are concepts,

“good things come to those who wait” concept

“IVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME” concept

“i’ve known about this for 3+ years and haven’t manifested anything” a concept you created

*having to meet in the middle with the 3d* concept

*waking up in your old story* again, a concept you created

You are awareness in its totality, those things don’t have to happen. Choose to catch yourself before spiralling, once you learn to discipline the voice of the outerman trying to prompt a spiral, you would have mastered the art of shifting timelines and manifesting.

And once you realise there is nothing to do, you can start to become lazy with it all. I absolutely adore that post by my girl @hrrtshape , and those of you who find it hard to just be lazy wondering how people have it so good, you need to stop letting your outerman take the wheel. Stop racking your brain, calm yourself down. It’s here. You’re there. If you don’t get excited knowing you’re god, you’re not fully grasping (unless you’ve come to terms with that).

You are the sole creator. You are not just a person experiencing life; you are the total experience itself, the awareness behind it all.

There is no try there is only do. To try and to fail is a concept. The “how” in all this is a concept, the “when” in all this is a concept, time isn’t real, process isn’t real, to journey through this is a concept. When in actuality, it’s instant

Stop limiting yourself.

EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS NOW. GIVE IT TO YOURSELF STOP FIGHTING 𐙚

[willowsandsymphonies]

It's easy to get caught in the loop of Improvement. Every day waking up like "what can I do today to be better?" Then surrounding yourself with all things self-improvement, meanwhile cycling through endless relentless guilt that things aren't changing because fear still holds you back from taking action. The only way to get out of that cycle is to start making small adjustments in your day-to-day life. The changes may be very terrifying and may feel really big, but break it down into smaller, more manageable pieces.

For example if you're trying to help with social anxiety, take a leap of faith and text someone or make conversation with someone you normally wouldn't. If you want to say something when surrounded by friends, then don't stay quiet, say it!! Let yourself be heard. Or maybe if you wanna try to learn to write but fear failure, try to get yourself to a point where you can relax and then try it. Worst case scenario you mess up? You can try again and you will try again because you're NOT staying stuck in this damn loop!!

You gotta almost force yourself to make the change that you want to see. Change your patterns and observe your thoughts. And allowing yourself the grace to make mistakes and say and do "the wrong thing." We are all here to make mistakes so we can learn how to do better, there is no such thing as perfection or "the right thing." It's just you.

Rethink the stories you tell about yourself to others, the stories you tell to yourself about others, and the ones you tell yourself about yourself. No average person is going to judge or look at you or care that your fly was down or something, most people are so caught up in themselves and paying attention to what they're doing that they're not gonna care. No one judges you more than you, so release it with deep breaths and keep your focus on what's in front of you. There is no need to be so hard on yourself for just existing, you are allowed to just BE. We are just consciousness experiencing itself, cut yourself some damn slack!

Stop insulting yourself, even when joking, your brain can't tell the difference and the more you reaffirm those thoughts into your mind, the deeper embedded the feeling and thought will be and the harder it will be to break out of it. You're not stupid or ugly or terrible or unworthy or anything other bs negative thing you beat yourself up with. What would happen if a friend of yours was feeling that way, what would you say to them?? Talk to yourself and treat yourself like you're taking care of a friend. You are piloting the meat suit we call bodies, be the companion and cheerleader of your own life.

No more 'I can't's, stop holding yourself back!! If the assholes of the world don't give a fuck how they present themselves to others and have the audacity to say and do the things they do in public settings, then damnit you have a right to take up space and allow your voice to be heard. Anyone who genuinely judges either sucks or just isn't your kind of human and that's okay. Judgmental people come from a place of their own sad insecurity and repressed shame of their own, they're cruel because it's a front and it says a hell of a lot more about them than you. Fuck em.

Changing is being, changing is choosing to do better rather than planning on changing. You get to control what you do and who you become. You are not your thoughts or your body, you are who you choose to be.

[wordsofwhimsy]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙮

Pairing: Lensless!Mark Grayson x Reader

Warning: Violence

Inspiration: “Loverboy” by A-Wall

—synopsis—

you break up with Mark and he absolutely loses his shit

a/n: i keep thinking about the turning point for all the variants, the moment when they finally go full psycho. this is my take on how it went down for the most unhinged of the bunch 😛 if y’all like this idea i might do the same setup for some of the other variants c: also can someone tell me how to center shit? i can't stand the way this photo is aligned to the left

Mark Grayson stood there, staring at his phone like it was some kind of strange, foreign object. The message from you, the words that had just shattered his world, danced in front of his eyes, flickering and mocking him.

We need to break up. I can’t do this anymore.

He blinked, once, twice—hoping the words would change. But no, they stayed there, taunting him. We need to break up. I can’t do this anymore. Over and over. His mind spun, his heart dropped. The world felt like it was suddenly tilting sideways.

No, no, no, he thought, shaking his head, trying to make sense of it. This can’t be happening. He had fought aliens. He had stopped monsters. He had beaten back threats from across the universe—and yet, here he was, powerless, staring at a screen.

His hands started to shake. He dropped the phone, watching it crack on the floor.

Why?

The question echoed in his head, over and over again. Why? What had he done wrong? He was Invincible, wasn’t he? He had saved the world. He had fought for the good of everyone… And you just throw it all away?

He couldn’t breathe. His chest tightened. The suffocating pressure, the sting of betrayal—it all built up, bubbling beneath the surface.

But I’m not enough, am I? His voice, in his head, started to change—warped. Bitter. Angry. The hero, the one who always stood tall, suddenly felt small. No one was there to save him. Not you. Not anyone. Everyone had left him to stand alone, even when he gave everything for them.

His eyes darkened. His teeth clenched. The anger… it was coming. The rage, the darkness—it was pulling at him like a tidal wave.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending.

The phone rang. It was his father—Omni-Man. The same man who had told him all those awful truths about the world. The one who had turned everything upside down.

Mark didn’t even bother to answer. No one could save him anymore. Not his father. Not anyone.

His fists clenched, and the room around him started to crack. He could feel it—the power surging through his body, the rage making him tremble. Every muscle in him screamed for release.

They all leave eventually. He thought of you. Of how you’d just thrown him away like a broken toy. It was sickening. He could feel it crawling under his skin—like something was snapping inside him.

I tried. I really tried to be good, to do everything right, but it never mattered, did it? Now? Now the world was his playground. They all wanted him to break. And they would get exactly what they wanted.

He stepped outside, shot into the air with charged energy, the world below him nothing but a blur of lights and noise. He needed this. Wanted it. It was the only thing that felt real anymore. He could hear the people below, terrified. They had no idea. They had no idea what he was about to become.

Mark grinned. It was a twisted, manic grin—a grin that didn’t belong on the face of the boy who had once been a hero.

“I did everything for you.” He muttered to himself, his voice thick with insanity. He floated over the city, his eyes gleaming with something darker than hate. “Everything. For you. And you—” He laughed, an unhinged, breathless sound that filled the empty space. “You don’t even care, do you?”

The city trembled beneath him, a test, a challenge.

He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t need to. In fact… it felt good. No, it felt great.

With a violent snap of his wrist, the skyline cracked, buildings folding under his power. People screamed below him, running, hiding.

“Oh, don’t worry!” Mark called out, his voice light and playful, as if this was just another game. “It’s not the end. Not yet, anyway. We’ve got all night, right?”

He paused, letting the devastation sink in. The city was crumbling, and he was loving every second of it. He hovered there, savoring it, as the world around him burned.

Hours later, the night was still. The destruction was only a whisper now, the silence hanging in the air like a promise. Mark flew through the streets, his mind buzzing with a strange kind of glee. His thoughts were chaotic, but one thing was clear.

He knew where you were.

Mark floated toward your house, the familiar street now a place of twisted anticipation. It was so quiet. Too quiet.

He could see your lights on through the window. He could hear your heartbeat, faint but steady, inside.

A manic grin spread across his face. He didn’t need to think anymore. It was all so simple now. The game was changing. The stakes? Well, they were everything.

Mark landed gently on the lawn, the grass bending under his feet. He didn’t knock. He didn’t have to.

He could feel the power surging through him, making his skin hum with excitement. He was a bomb ready to explode, and you were the fuse.

“You know,” he said, voice dripping with dark amusement as he slowly approached the door, his steps heavy, controlled. “I thought maybe I’d let you see what happens next. But I think it’ll be more fun if you feel it.” He grinned, twisted, and so full of madness.

The door creaked open, just a crack. He leaned in, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll enjoy this. Not so sure about you though.”

And with that, the door flew open, the shadows swallowing the light from inside.

Part Two!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay okay but like, how do you feel about Mark x William x Reader? How do you think that’d be, Gator? 👀🙏

Mark Grayson x William Clockwell x Viltrumite male reader 

Headcanons 

Reader is a fellow viltrumite, cuz I had a request asking for William x viltrumite reader but it's just... gone, I can't find it in my inbox, but I know it was there. So, enjoy. 

Make reader the son of Thragg, just for angst and power purposes. Maybe he's a bit rebellious, by viltrumite standards. But its entertaining, so Thragg lets him live and grow up. Also, cuz reader is clearly the strongest offspring he's sired. 

Reader is older than Ursaal and Onaan, but not old enough to stay getting wrinkles and all that. 

Maybe this rebellious nature makes him go to earth, because “stop trying to control my life dad” that people go through.  

Earth is supposed to have been colonized or whatever, so Thragg just lets him. Plus, readers one of the strongest viltrumites and the strong can do whatever they want, ya know? 

I feel this would take place sometime after season one, but before everything started truly going insane. Or more insane than Nolan killing the guardians and all that. 

So, William and Mark are in college together, they are roommates. Mark wouldn't be with Amber anymore, or their relationship isn't really going anywhere. And William wouldn't be with Rick. 

I like to think the reader is smart enough to hide his viltrumite affiliation when he gets to earth. Plus, he's rebellious and it's not like his dad is here, so he shaves his moustache and he steals some clothes somewhere out in the galaxy. 

How the reader gets to earth and meets them for the first time is up in the air. It could be many ways, but at this point the GDA aren't as extreme as they become later on, and Mark is still on good terms with them. 

It probably becomes a deal that Mark has to keep an eye on you, since you are some great unknown and you are clearly strong. They have no idea how strong, but you aren't breaking a sweat when you help out doing hero work. 

You may be your father's favorite child, but you also know what it's like to suffer under his fist. To mold you into the kind of warrior he wants you to be, his eyes shining with pride when you always survive and come back stronger. 

The memory makes you sick, always has. Like something inside you always knew it was wrong and disgusting, what the viltrumites were doing. But when it's all you have ever known, then you just go along with it. 

Earth is a breath of fresh air, and though Mark is very wary of you, he still introduces you to how things work around here. 

And yeah, Mark may be a half-breed, but he is still attractive, in his own weird way. Hes not strong, at least he is nothing impressive, but he never backs down. Its admirable somehow. 

He makes you feel warm inside in a way you aren't used too. You care for your younger siblings in some kind of way, like, you don't want them to die, but you also wouldn't die for them. 

What you start feeling for Mark is stranger, warmer and passionate. It makes you angry and annoyed because it feels like a weakness. 

During this time, Mark would also have broken up with Amber if they hadn't already. Insert him having a whole gay/bi awakening because holy shit... he's feeling stuff for you of all people. 

When he has a conversation with William about his panic, it also clicks that what he feels for you, Mark also feels for William. He gets really awkward for a while, and William knows him enough to know something is up. 

Honestly, I think William and Mark would get together first. Like Mark would be pacing the room, flushed in the face, rambling about you, but then end up talking about William. 

William, who I believe has always had a bit of a torch for Mark would be stunned, but also knows he needs to act now before Mark loses all confidence. So, the two kiss, and end up fumbling through confessions and feelings and all that. 

Insert them falling back on one of their beds and just making out, touching and groping. They don't go further than that, Mark isn't ready, but afterwards William would joke about needing to meet you too. 

Meeting you would be an accident, throwing all their plans into the trash. Some villain shows up, and you end up saving William's life before Mark even gets to change and arrive as invincible. 

Insert William looking reader up and down and going “I see what you mean” to Mark. 

Imagine that you can smell that William and Marks are connected so you compliment mark on his “worthy choice of a mate”. It feels like a compliment even when worded like that, so they both feel a little flushed about it. 

In some way, you end up spending a lot more time with Mark and William, even outside of costume. I don't see you applying for college or anything, since you don't have a legal identity, but you spend time with them on the regular. 

When William starts making you feel all kinds of feelings in your chest, you want to go punch something or someone again. It feels like a massive weakness and you don't like it. 

Yalls confessions for each other would start because you accuse them of doing something to you, like poisoning you.  

You are about ready to kill them for this perceived threat, but also because you don't like feeling something so new and strange, it's scary. 

Then William would try to rationalize it and have you explain what they've done, and so starts you spilling all these strange weird feelings they make you feel. How they make your heart race, your hands clammy, how you feel unsteady even why you fly. It has to be a personal attack, right? 

Even as you get more worked up about it, Mark and William just start smiling and flushing, because it's so endearing to see you pace and try to understand all this. It also means a lot that you feel the same that they do. 

Just insert Mark going “hey, dude” and stopping your angry pacing with a hand on your shoulder. When you turn to glare at Mark, William would jump up and kiss your cheek and be all like “what you're feeling isn't poison, stupid. Its feelings. You know, the ones in there?” and poke your chest. 

You end up needing them to explain this whole dating culture on earth, what you are feeling, why it's okay, and that yes, they feel the same. Then you also get the conversation about descrimination, because they both know what will happen when they are open about the relationship. 

This results in them having to stop you from flying out and threatening the entire world with destruction if they don't accept lgbt+ and other minorities. William would say something like “we appreciate it big guy, but let's not destroy the planet, okay?” and kiss the readers chin. 

A relationship with those two can be a bit wild sometimes. There might also be some insecurity in the reader of not fitting their dynamic, since they've been friends for so long. 

Your sweet boyfriends, as earth don't call it mates, are just... so soft and kind. It makes your teeth ache sometimes. 

Like when Mark arrives with flowers for both you and William, or when he somehow shapes a cloud into a heart when you guys go patrolling. 

William is so affectionate in a way you aren't used too. You were left speechless when he shoves you down on the bed and straddles you, a smirk on his face as he gets comfortable. 

All the kissing has also left you reeling. They do it all the time, they run their tongues together for fun, and not for battle. They have to teach you how to kiss, because “as much as I love being devoured, this is too much babe” 

When the time comes when your father sends Anissa, you chase her off by force. When its Conquest, you are able to keep up with him and stake claim on this planet. 

And when the time comes to battle your father, because that time will come, you are ready to die for your beloveds.  

[mourndust]

18+ mdni, age gap (cait’s 25 and reader is 37), dom!cait x sub!afab reader who’s cassandra’s protegeé in the council, mean!cait, based on a anon request, vaginal tribbing, mutual masturbation.

you have said no to her flirting multiple times — but caitlyn's a fucking brat, and hearing no for an answer seems to be something she don't usually understand well, something she don’t experience at all.

her little show has all the ingredients to become a disaster. now that you began to hang out with cassandra as a new addition to the council and cait’s twenty five just getting into the basic functions of being an adult, it's clear she has no fucking idea of what she's getting into when she flirted with a woman that was ten years older than her, when she makes you blush from mentioning something about the nice outfit you pull out for council meetings or your makeup.

she makes you sure you notice she's looking at you when she goes out with her friends and gets drunk cause she's celebrating being the best of her class, graduating with astonishing grades in her generation and simply staring at you before leaving. if cassandra knew, hell, if she only knew how turned on you are by her only daughter, you'd be ten feet away from any political discussion, removed from your comfortable chair in the council with the good amount of power you’ve worked hard for.

so you try to keep your distance, problem is, caitlyn just loves to make you a disaster. loves to notice how you fluster for a comment, how you are free to say something insanely inappropriate and unable to take compliments without getting all shy and nervous — she always had things her way, the spoiled rich girl from piltover who has everything in the palm of her hand, so she expects you to well, follow.

it seems common for her to be constantly teasing her luck, like she’s waiting for the moment you'll admit you are all over her too, that you don't care about your political image, not when most of the council did similar things beneath closed doors.

"you know i'm older than you, cait. workin’ with your mother" you say, yet's impossible to ignore her when she's texting you in the night, asking if you could give her a ride home since she's too drunk to go on a car by her own: little liar. “i have duties to fulfill. can’t be distracted right now.”

she just love the idea of being your younger girlfriend, you’re what? thirty seven? six? doesn’t really matter how old exactly when you’re attractive to her. she's older now, and caitlyn wants a woman with her life already solved, someone interesting that will keep up on her conversations and needs, and in reality, she just wanted you plain and simple, does not matter if you've been hanging out with her mother lately or how important you are for the council. you.

that's why she's seated there anyway, in the passenger seat of your car, mentioning something about being an awful night even when it's just midnight. and you're offering to drop her back home safe and sound cause you have work to do tomorrow morning, but she's whining about cassandra and how annoying she is whenever she goes out with her friends, excuse after excuse.

"can i stay with you?" caitlyn asks after a while as you drive—. "just for tonight. i'll leave early."

your first mistake would be accepting, letting her invade your space so easily, but it's too late when caitlyn's taking her heels off in the entrance after a long day, and you're doing nothing but making her feel like home, shoving your hands on the black suit you wear after been working all day.

"you take my bed, i'll sleep on the couch"

"we can sleep together, i mean. you'll take care of me, i trust you-" you're blushing again cause she's not drunk, not even remotely touched by the drink she had before in the club with her friends, but she's acting up like she needs help, like she needs to sleep next to you. "sofa's uncomfortable."

"you already know what will happen if we sleep together, caitlyn."

she don't seem to care, not when she's standing in front of you, dressed in her satin navy blue dress, hands crossed over her chest as you have the audacity of look at her cleavage cause it's there and to be honest, it's pleasing to look at.

"my eyes are up here," cait replies, holding you by the jaw only to pull it upwards, making you look at her eyes instead of her chest. "wouldn't be so bad if we fucked either way, you're in the council not because of my mother, you don't owe her loyalty."

it's a good point, cause you're not really close to cassandra or the kiramman house until recently, and she's pointing it out with a satisfied smirk when cait can smell your doubt in the air — "this is between you and me, understand? no one else."

so she has it all: best grades in her generation, cool job, friends and you wrapped around her finger, expensive clothes that fitted so damn well, a nice rich family, a cozy place for herself in a good zone in piltover and your whole damn attention.

"i don't need nobody's permission to be here with you," she continues, and suddenly the air is hot cause she's cornering you, taking advantage of being taller as her voice soothe every nerve "neither do you, love."

she deserves your kisses after, almost like a treat as her mouth finds yours. she's quickly to demand as she swallows an almost unnoticeable moan, makes you a victim 'cause caitlyn's kisses are so embarrassingly good you're already wet from the act of it, how she's not afraid of angling your face up to adjust it how she needs it to be, manicured nails digging in your skin when her tongue is sliding in and she's just breathing against you, heavy breathing as she makes your hair to the side only to bare the column of your throat to her lips.

“where’s your room,” she asks marking you cause she wants to know what shitty excuse you'll say tomorrow in work, the face you'll make when someone asks you what happened.

she wants to be in your sheets, be in every space you own until she's part of you and your life, so you let her pull you to the dimly lit hallway, the warm lights shinning against her skin and the satin fabric of her dress as she guides you — as if's not your house already, to your own room.

and caitlyn kiramman is a dream. should be a product of your imagination as she slips off the thin shoulder strap of her dress, the dress now pooling on the ground as she enters your room, turning on the lights cause she desires to be seen, be heard and worshipped as her hands finds the jacket of your suit, letting it fall close to her dress; your white shirt follows after, your black pants and it's everything you want.

fuck it if it's not heaven on earth, cause it feels just like it when she's crawling on top of you, pushing you to the bed to give you the most interesting view. the air is hot as you seem to forgot how to breathe, the toned muscles of her back and her already pebbled nipples rubbing against yours as she leans to kiss you.

fuck it if it's not heaven on earth.

caitlyn settles between your legs and she's wearing this sinful underwear that barely count as one as you can see her cunt from over the fabric, spreading your legs cause the friction — the damn friction of the lingerie against your black undies already dampening is unbearing, making you needy to have her closer.

she looks gorgeous from there. looking down at you with a smirk of winning, gripping on your thigh only be able to ride you at her own pace, cruelly cause from over the fabric you crave nothing but the direct contact.

the white cloth seems to cling into caitlyn's sex, her arousal already smeared against the transparent fabric as she holds her moans in, straight hair cascading against the sharp angles of her face, and the sight of her is enough to make you ache, she's bitting her lower lip as wet sounds fill the air, barely holding her sounds in as she moves against you.

“gonna make you part of my very own soul, do you hear me?" she says as her fingers pull on your underwear to the side — "so even my ghost is tangled with yours."

you're creaming your underwear and its embarrassing as white traces of your arousal still fresh sticks to caitlyn's underwear, soaked folds as she moves enough so her cunt rubs against yours.

"take that shit off," you whine, pulling on the string of the blue haired panties. "please cait, take it off."

"there you are," her words slur together as she speaks, cheeks blushed, lips parted, a damn view — "now you speak huh? be louder, i need to hear you councillor. make your demands clear."

"i said take your panties off, cait" you say, prompting yourself over your elbows — "let me feel you."

must be the look you give, the commanding undertone in your voice, but she's finally getting rid of her underwear and you're welcomed, instead, with her soaked pussy now grinding at a perfect pace on top of you. parted legs, her weight pushes you down against the mattress and it's oh so good; caitlyn's arousal dampens her thighs and it's messy, downright filthy, those meetings where you know you'll need a damn shower after but she craves it, the wet sound you two make with each undulated movement of her hips, the fucked out expression in your face.

it takes a moment to get you there: her skin is dampening with sweat, her tits bounce with each movement and she's so fucking sensitive at this point cait's mumbling erratic praising words, using her hands to spread you open and slowly use a couple of fingers to rub against your clit.

and her moans are delicious, oversensitive as you she finally cums on top of you, shaking when your fingers reach her clit, making a mess on your bed right before you follow through, moving your own hips against her pussy cause you're greedy, greedy and you'll take anything you can get as you ride your orgasm, creamy white mixing up in caitlyn's swollen cunt.

and her breathing's not yet controlled as she's hugging you, taking care of you as she presses soft kisses on your back cause she likes being like that, the temperature of your body against her, the burnt sensation as she keeps you against her in the bliss high of pleasure, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

how they say? piltover royalty needs to have it all.

you must known it would be stupid after to accept an invitation to have tea and discuss political agenda with cassandra kiramman when her only daughter is visiting her again out of nowhere, giving you that damn look you are now well aware of.

are you going to let me ruin you again?

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hey i just saw your prompts thingy and can i ask for #8? tysm :)

Hi, anon, ofc! I hope you like it

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks.

Warnings: making out, suggestive.

Word count: 832

Alexa, play Kiss me more by Doja Cat

Getting caught making out in the dressing room backstage (feat. Han)

The dressing room was a little too quiet, the only sound between you and Hyunjin the soft, rhythmic press of lips against lips. You and Hyunjin were leaning against the wall, bodies pressed close, both of you breathless.

The kiss deepened as Hyunjin’s hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He tasted like mint and something darker, more intoxicating, and you lost yourself in it as his tongue brushed against yours.

For a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside this room, the expectations, the fans— all of it was nothing compared to the tension building between the two of you.

Then, just as his hand began to slide a bit lower, slipping under your waistband, the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open shattered the moment. You both froze, faces flushed with heat.

You pulled away instantly, your eyes wide with panic. Hyunjin froze too, his lips still hovering near yours.

Standing in the doorway, eyes wide and blinking, was Han. He stared at the two of you, mouth hanging open as though his brain couldn’t even process what he was seeing, “What... the... hell?”. Han’s voice was high pitched with disbelief as he slowly took a step back, trying to retreat like the mere sight of you two kissing was physically painful, “What in the world is going on here? This is... gross! Ew!”

You and Hyunjin moved awkwardly to adjust yourselves. You tried to smooth your hair, feeling completely flustered, but it didn’t help at all. “No, wait, Han! It's not what it looks like!”, Hyunjin stuttered, practically tripping over his words, “We were just... hum, just…”. Han held up his hand high like he was being mugged, “Nope! Nope! Don’t even try to explain! I don’t need details. I didn’t want to see any of this! Ugh!”.

You winced, suddenly very aware of how awkward this situation had just become. Han looked disgusted, his face contorted like he was trying to physically scrub away the image from his mind. “No, no, no”, Han muttered, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the scene from his brain. “I was just coming in here to grab my hoodie and then I walked into this? What the hell?! This is... disturbing, seriously! I don’t need to know about your stuff, Hyunjin!”.

Hyunjin looked like he was about to melt down and die on the spot, “Han, please... just go. Don’t make it worse”. But Han wasn’t even listening, “I don’t even wanna look at you guys anymore”, he whined, his voice full of dramatic disgust. He turned away, hands over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this, but I’m scarred for life. My innocence is gone!”.

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment as you glanced at Hyunjin, who was doing his best to suppress a nervous laugh, despite the chaos, “I think three of us are gonna need therapy after this”, you whispered to him, trying to maint some dignity.

Han spun back around, his face still twisted in disgust. “Ugh! You guys are nasty. Just... I don’t know what you were thinking, but never, ever let me walk in on you again. Please. I’ll be traumatized for weeks”. He waved his hand as though trying to shake off the image.

Hyunjin, still bright red, gave him an apologetic grin, "Ok, Han. Never again". But he didn’t even wait for a response. He gave one final exaggerated shudder and bolted out of the dressing room, muttering something about ‘needing to bleach his eyes’.

You stood there, shrunken on the corner, still processing the amount of humiliation you just experienced, "Well, that was... more embarrassing than I imagined". Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair, “We definitely need a new plan for next time...”

You both stood there, in awkward silence for a moment, before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of it all. At least you’d never have to face Han without remembering that moment. “Maybe we’ll lock the door next time”, Hyunjin said between laughs, “but honestly, I don't think it will ever be the same again”.

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[pige0ns]

i love how much the current season of severance is characterized by interpenetration. the first season was cold and isolated. severed. the innies and the outies were separate, and the leaks between them mostly only ominous hints. a tissue in mark's pocket. a dream of black goo. a blue band aid. an orange book. a recording from the break room. of course a reintegrated petey could not survive in season 1. in a severed world, it is the person trying to become whole who is the doomed, ill-suited freak. willing lobotomy should be grotesque, but when it is sanitized by corporate and scientific aesthetics, it can seem like the civilized thing, and anti-lobotomy that is grotesque. anti-lobotomy that is homeless, unshaven, and dripping blood.

this is why the we we are is so successful as a conclusion to season 1. it is a shocking violation of the boundary that existed all season. it is not just an ominous hint, but a total, almost violent obtrusion. as transgressive as the act of cutting, but in the opposite direction. and it makes the violence of the original cutting more salient in retrospect. (it's in the name, too--"we" instead of "you"; a coming together instead of a separation)

and now, in season 2, in the aftermath of that boundary violation, the boundaries start breaking down even further. helena on the severed floor. mark's reintegration visions. gemma being herself, even deep inside lumon's bowels. milchick visiting their houses. gretchen visiting dylan. mark in the birthing cabin. the innies outside at the ortbo. burt and irving being influenced by their innie connection. mark and helena meeting in the restaurant. the literal sex and romance and infidelity, involving not just innies or outies, but innies and outies. representatives of the inside and outside physically, bodily, commingling.

and it's against this backdrop that the characters in season 2 have begun to confront the boundaries within themselves. they've begun to ask how different and how separate they really are. do innies and outies have different souls? is infidelity with yourself really infidelity? it's almost cliche at this point, but really: does love transcend severance? clear narrative roles of hero and villain are decaying. former antagonists like milchick and cobel are now something murkier. meanwhile helly and helena, once seemingly so distinct, have increasingly revealed their commonalities. both trapped, both drawn to mark, repeating lines like "she's not your wife." the emphasis on helena this season is key. helly and helena embody self-division, given their initially divergent characters, goals, and narrative roles--one a hero, the other a villain. so for their differences to erode, for helena to get closer to the screentime that helly got last season, signals that this is a story in which self-division itself is growing suspect, unstable, untenable.

and then there's mark's reintegration. if of course petey couldn't survive reintegration in season 1, then of course mark can't complete his reintegration in season 2. season 2 is not a story of completion, it is a story of transition. it is messy, ambiguous, ambivalent adolescence. mark might want his innie's memories, but he has given no indication that he wants or identifies with his innie's self. as protagonist and deuteragonist, mark and helly are natural foils, and mark's forced and unsuccessful reintegration process is in contrast with helena's unexpected inching towards "natural reintegration", to use britt lower's phrase. in "attila" we see helena with her hair and manners loose, however awkwardly, playing at aspects of helly in a way that mark scout, as of "the after hours" (when this is written), would not consider doing with mark s. metaphorically, mark cannot yet reintegrate because his halves are not aligned. but they're not separate any more either. they're overlapping. they're at odds. but what will make them align? i assume that is what the finale and next season are for.

[aeternus-art]

A Way To Shift- The War Is Over When You Put Down Your Sword

"When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."

One concept that I keep circling back to with the more questions that I answer/a more "zoomed out" perspective I can give is this:

The struggle to get to your DR is an internal battle of you fighting yourself- but that battle stops when you do. It dissolves the moment you choose to feed into a different story with your awareness or even just observe both sides equally without judgement. Trying to fight/repress/ignore any aspect of yourself is only going to mirror that fight and struggle right back at you, so if you want your reality to change, you'd change/shift your perspective of it- i.e. your awareness. Do you see reality as fixed and yourself as trapped, or is reality malleable and you're free? You don't need evidence from the 3d because the evidence of either of those is just another reflection that you can change. Reality is just persisted awareness that utilizes imagination as the paint brush- it starts and ends with you. Confirmation bias is a sciency example of this, as well as the placebo effect. Change what you're trying to find evidence of- find evidence of how you've manifested unintentionally or intentionally rather than evidence of unsuccessful intentional manifestation- your mind will do the work, but it's up to you to steer.

When you treat every shifting attempt like its a battle with a winning side and a losing side, you are telling yourself that there's a chance for you to lose, but, the truth is that you can't lose- reality is yours to shape/choose/shift/manifest always. You don't have to get caught up in trying to shift the "perfect" way because if you treat every aspect of yourself like it's already enough, that's what reflects back. This is also why the methods don't matter, its about reaching your own feeling of "it's done, I did it." and finding the best way for you to fulfill your desires.

I think that this is also the struggle of people who have been trying for years- it's battle upon battle and trying to win and using the past to define the future. Rewrite your story and let go of the past- every morning you could be waking up in a body and mind that is a friend to the shifting process rather than a foe, but the moment you engage in the rhetoric of it being a foe (rather than just observing with indifference) is the moment you shift to a reality where it is one. If waking up here takes a toll, you could focus on shifting your perspective of yourself- i.e. change your identity as a shifter first before trying to shift somewhere else.

If you want peace, that peace comes from you putting down your sword internally. The term "you're already in your dr" comes from the fact that you wouldn't be able to imagine it if it didn't. Your imagination is directly connected to all those infinite options- like looking through a window. If you wouldn't claim that the outside world doesn't exist just because there's glass in the way, then why would imagination be any different? The door is always open, but its up to you to become aware of being the version of you that has already stepped through it.

Reality comes from you- your reality exists because you are aware of it, as the only thing that you will ever be able to prove no matter the reality is that "I am". Shifting and manifesting is about accepting the new story and letting go of the old- you never have to fight the old story, it falls away the moment you let go of it and pick up something different.

"But what if I go to sleep every night knowing I'm in my DR but I still wake up here?" Reality reflects to match you, so if you're still waking up here, it may be worth considering that there's an aspect of yourself that you're avoiding subconsciously OR you are identifying with this body and mind rather than your infinite awareness. Are you using your history of being unsuccessful as reference? Or are you feeding that hunger with success in your imagination? Where you attention flows, reality grows, so be aware of the narratives you're watering.

You could also try going into your attempts with the intention of just fulfilling the desire of being a free and successful shifter rather than being in your DR- that way, there's no conflicting evidence when you wake up here. The lack of success is just a reflection of the lack of success you feel within yourself, and if you want to change a reflection, you don't fight the mirror, you change yourself and how you move about the world.

Sit down and ask yourself genuinely "How do I feel about myself in relation to shifting? Do I identify more with the struggle of shifting, or the success?" and just observe all the thoughts that come up from a neutral standpoint- there's no need to judge. You can also write them all out if that helps you process. The 3D can only reflect who you are being, so if you're not finding answers in the 3d, it may be time to look inside yourself instead. That's also why meditation is so coveted- you've always had the answers, it's just a matter of shifting your perspective of who the teacher is and practicing observation, rather than being a participant in the same old battle. Meditation clears the cache of thoughts and quiets the mind, so it becomes easier to hear those intuitive answers.

Lastly, if you've been trying for years, consider shaking up your routine. "'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results" If you want different, move different. Indicate to your body that you are making a different choice and choosing a different perspective. Lay on the floor, try it sitting upright, drink some moon water, spend an hour listing out every discrepancy you've had with this process and then burn it and let it go, try only doing it outside, etc. etc. and feel free to keep changing anytime it starts to feel like you're in a stalemate. Find a way to represent to yourself that this time is different, because it is. Additionally, the ladder experiment by Neville Goddard can be a solid refresher and reminder of how reality works if you find yourself stuck.

Best of luck to you all, and Happy St. Patrick's Day <33

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@enchanthings @blinkees⠀⠀⠀⠀

[iwtv-theories]

I kind of hope, Daniel's warning to Louis about how the book could be interpreted in a way he doesn't like, ironically affects Daniel instead:

That s3 preview showed he accidentally made Armand too sympathetic to the point he has stans getting tattoos. And since Daniel is saying it's a "memoir" and most think it's fiction. Aka “the first ever fictional memoir”. They have the opportunity to do something truly hilarious.I could see people seeing symbolism in his book (relating to Daniel’s life) where there isn't. Especially the “queer theorists “ Daniel previously mentioned: “Obviously this book represents Daniel embracing his forthcoming death and in turn his queer sexual identity. That's why all the vampires are queer and a symbol of death. And the 2 queer vampires, who used to be catholic (like Daniel) say they feel like “devils” and attempt to hurt themselves (it’s a critique on how organized religion can affect how queer people see themselves ). Notice queer Lestat who no longer believes in organized religion says “I’m not the devil” and says vampires are “gods”, not a coincidence …

“Daniel’s trauma about pimping himself out to men is reflected in Armand’s trauma of being pimped out by others. And Armand meeting him in a gay bar, and tempting him into death in the 70s : by mentioning how he’d fail to make a nuclear family is obviously alluding to dainel’s past fear of failing to abide by heterosexual standards, his internalized homophobia (and fear of dying because of the upcoming aids crisis he wrote about in the 80s). Armand represented his fear /desire to die (at that time) and his shame of being attracted to men.That’s why he shames and brings up Daniel not keeping the playboy magazine , putting a paper bag over that girl’s head to do her, and his wife being unsatisfied and counting down his thrusts (Armand is calling him out). The fact he’s always wearing low cut shirts around Daniel , and when he’s being bit while in Louis lap he stares daggers into Daniel. And then Daniel wants to know “what he tastes like”? Not to mention later Daniel compares Louis feeding on Armand as “sucking him off .”Subtext is right there, y’all!

Louis' past denial about his sexuality (having “shame and regret” during “vodka like encounters”) and Louis spiraling and hooking up with men everynight while doing drugs in the 70s is OBVIOUSLY a reference to Daniel’s own past behavior. So Louis telling young Daniel to still live is obviously what he wished he said to his past self. Louis becoming lestat’s “companion” and “dying” in the church altar (represents Daniel accepting his sexuality close to his own death.) But also it represents Daniel wanting to die when getting married to women. After a wedding, Paul literally jumps off the roof after pressuring Louis to get married to a woman. And young Daniel compared “marriage” to cancer and said that Louis due to vampirism , had a “ticket out”. Louis in the church before Lestat shows up and turns him , even says: “ I laid with the devil . I laid with a man. I want to DIE” The symbolism is so on the nose, guys. The reason Louis calls out the fact he eventually came to embrace his sexuality to Daniel and asks about Daniel’s marriages is cause Daniel didn’t embrace it !”

Meanwhile Daniel (“ I don’t read reviews “ -Molloy) is getting annoyed and is like : like I’ve been saying - it’s a memoir! With research! It’s non fiction! I LITERALLY interviewed 2 vampires! But then Daniel’s daughters read about : Louis getting into a dysfunctional marriage, and how for decades he still mourns how he failed his daughter time and time again who is no longer in his life. What if his daughters actually try and call him ... and when they ask him about that and if the book is how he really feels and he finally just stops and says : “yeah...”

[alicentsgf]

I think sometimes people misunderstand Shaunas relationship to violence and butchery. I've said before I dont think Shauna enjoys the violence of it and people have pushed back on that and I get why but I just want to explain what I mean.

I think the important aspect to remember is Shaunas attraction is primarily to power and control. She has always wanted to control and manipulate, she just doesnt know how to achieve it half the time, so when Coach Ben hands her the knife to butcher the stag she does get a thrill from it. Dead things cant fight back, she has power here, i guess in that way she enjoys the violence in it. Its also the fact she suddenly has a skill the others dont. Something to feel wanted and important in. Heres something she can manipulate physically the way she feels jackie manipulates her mentally. Its an outlet. Its fulfilling. And its not really the violence and blood she enjoys, its the security of having a domain thats hers to control.

Then, slowly but surely, it becomes a burden. She has to ration the food and as the winter goes on every week the rations get smaller and smaller. Now shes not so much the "badass" feeding them like Jackie dubbed her, shes the person disappointing them as she hands them some dried up, meager strips of bear meat.

What comes next is even worse. The most fucking awful burden, and theres no sense of control anymore at all. Butchering javi doesnt make her feel powerful, she's shaking, tear tracks down her cheeks, absolutely helpless. This is pure desperation, they're all depending on her. She feels compelled to do this because they need it and she has always wanted to be needed. Maybe even looked at like a hero or a martyr. To be admired. She shoulders the burden because shes the only one who can and she hopes when this over they'll look at her and see what shes sacrificed for them. Then maybe she'll regain that brief sense of control she once felt.

Except thats not how it happens. The burden she takes on is so heavy, piled on top of everything else shes lost, and it crushes her. Now none of the others can even bear to look at her. Shes something ugly now. They cant acknowledge what she did without acknowledging the part they played too. Shauna gifted them that ability to look away, and now they're trampling all over her grief and pain, thanking the wilderness for the sacrifices shes made; Jackie, Javi, her baby. Now the job that once made her feel powerful makes her feel weak at best and sickens her at worst, makes her feel worthless, so she lashes out at Nat. Nat who Shauna sees as always getting the glory of the kill without the hard work of the butchering. Its irrational but thats always been Shauna. In her misplaced hatred she wants to tear Nat down so badly. She needs to see Nat, so steadfast in her goodness, broken like this too so she can stop feeling so guilty about what shes become. Desperate to not feel so alone in it. She needs someone who will look her in the eyes and understand her, even if they don't like what they see.

So its never been the actual blood and guts Shauna finds enjoyment in. She doesn't jump at the chance to commit violence herself unless its an impulse, lashing out in rage or desperation. She gets far more enjoyment from coercing others; trying to manipulate Nat into shooting Coach Ben, handing the knife to Melissa to cut his tendon, punishing Nat by forcing her to be the butcher. Shauna hands off these roles easily because the more visceral side of violence is just a means to an end for her. What she really enjoys is power, control, manipulating others into violence because she feels so deeply isolated being the only one who had to feel Javis freezing skin and cold blood under her fingertips.

As an adult she kills the rabbit in the garden and yet again this is out of a need for control, frustrated by it damaging her flowers, frustrated by the lack of control she feels in her own home with her own family. So unseen and underappreciated once again. Its a messed up coping mechanism she just cant shake. But then she cries when Lottie tells her she doesnt have to kill the goat. Theres nothing to gain from it, and shes so tired of killing innocent things. Violence for violences sake is not who she is, it never was, shes just forever grasping desperately at power because deep down she feels so utterly helpless. Everything shes ever wanted she seems to come so close to having when it slides through her fingers; Jackie, her baby boy, an ivy league education, a relationship with her daughter, a way of reliving her lost youth. But no matter how hard she tries to control the situation, to control herself, she never can. She is all impulse, self-destruction and repression. What she wants most has always been the very antithesis of who she is.

So its always been about control for Shauna because shes never truly had it. Its more important to her than anything, especially in the teen timeline. The wilderness is not a place she can afford to be helpless in. Jackie was helpless, Javi was helpless, her baby was helpless. Its why we see her choosing to be angry and cruel. She has to choose it, because if she doesnt she will feel it anyway, and if she fights against the rage and pain and it wins (which it would), then shes not in control at all.

[luna-azzurra]

Archetypes Explained - The Hero

The Hero, is the poor soul who was just trying to live their life before the universe threw a flaming pile of responsibility at their feet. Now they’re forced to embark on some grand adventure, save the world, and, if they’re lucky, make it to the end without permanent emotional (or physical) damage.

We all know this character. We root for them, we stress over them, we scream at them when they make the worst decisions possible, but here’s the problem. Too many heroes are boring as hell. Why? Because they’re too perfect. Too noble. Too “I must do the right thing because it is my destiny” energy. And that’s not how real people work.

↠ So how do you write a hero that actually feels real?

Seriously, give them flaws—real ones. And no, “cares too much” or “too brave for their own good” do not count. I’m talking actual weaknesses. Maybe they’re selfish. Maybe they hesitate too much. Maybe they’ve got an ego problem. Maybe they make decisions that actively screw people over. If your hero never makes a mistake, they’re not a character, they’re a robot.

Then, give them something personal at stake. Saving the world is great and all, but why do they care? What are they really fighting for? Their family? Their sense of identity? The one person they can’t live without? If their motivation is just “because it’s the right thing to do,” you’ve written a motivational poster, not a character.

Let them fail. And I don’t mean one minor setback that they instantly recover from. I mean failure. Heartbreaking, humiliating, gut-wrenching failure that makes them question everything. Because that’s what makes us care. Watching a hero struggle, doubt themselves, and still get back up? That’s what makes them worth rooting for.

And finally—please—give them a personality. Heroes don’t have to be brooding warriors of justice with tragic backstories. They can be sarcastic, awkward, reluctant, reckless. They can start off as selfish and become someone better. They can be an absolute disaster who stumbles their way into heroism. Just… make them human.

So if you’re writing a hero, ask yourself: Would I want to have a drink with this person? If the answer is no, rewrite them. NOW...

[kenzdolls]

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 (𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒) 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 (𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬) 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING HAWKS:

he clocks you immediately during a hero meeting. it's not just your hero costume (though, let's be real, he appreciates a good design). he's sizing you up strategically, noting your power, your demeanor, and how you interact with the other heroes. it's professional... at first.

your first real conversation happens during a joint mission. maybe you're both tracking a villain known for their swift escapes, and you end up covering the rooftops together.

he'll make a comment about your performance in the mission. he will call you by 'miss/sir', as it is only professional. but he will compliment you, no matter what goes wrong.

he's observant. he notices small details about you – the way you handle your quirk, the way you interact with civilians, even the brand of coffee you're sipping. this info goes straight into his mental file labeled "things i find interesting about [reader's hero name]."

he's testing the waters, dropping subtle hints. a casual "maybe we should grab coffee sometime and compare notes?" is pure hawks – playing it cool while secretly wanting to know everything about you.

HAWKS CRUSHING ON YOU:

he starts "coincidentally" showing up where you are. training facilities, hero galas, even that one yakitori place you love. he'll play it off as being in the area, but we all know better.

teasing. SO MUCH TEASING. he'll poke fun at your hero name, your costume quirks, anything he can get away with. but it's always lighthearted and playful, never mean-spirited. it's his way of gauging your reactions and pushing your buttons (in a good way, of course).

feather messages become your new norm. they arrive at your agency, your apartment, maybe even during a stakeout. short, silly notes or helpful Intel, always signed with a mischievous feather flourish.

he seeks you out specifically during large gatherings. he is a social butterfly, but he will try to talk to you. he will always try to have you close to him than other people.

he starts confiding in you about the commission, about his doubts and worries. he doesn't do this with just anyone. you're earning his trust, and with keigo, that's a BIG deal.

DATING HAWKS:

dates are never stuffy or predictable. think rooftop picnics with a city view, late-night patrols fueled by convenience store snacks, and impromptu karaoke sessions. he keeps it fun and spontaneous.

He's a toucher. a hand on your back, a playful nudge, a casual arm around your shoulders. nothing too intense, but always a reminder that he's there and he's into you.

PDA is subtle but sweet. no grand gestures, but you might find him absentmindedly playing with your hair while you're talking, or leaning in close to whisper something in your ear.

he sends you pictures of chickens. sometimes he “finds” them on the side of the street. or see them in the pet store. if he does see chickens, he will send it to you.

he opens up more about his past, about his fears and his dreams. he is still guarded, but he lets you see glimpses of the real keigo takami, the one behind the wings and the bravado.

he's fiercely protective. Not in a controlling way, but he's always looking out for you, making sure you're safe and comfortable. he'll take on any villain who dares to threaten you.

he makes corny jokes, especially chicken/bird-related ones.

he will make you feel the safest you've ever felt in your life. after everything he has went through, he will try to protect you with his life.

falling asleep on his wings is the best thing ever. just don't be surprised when you wake up covered in feathers.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 ����𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

[ablobwhowrites]

The cycle of the compassion soul jam

(a little excuse to make another fic about a new cookie y/n I'm making cause the crk brainrot is real. Plus hope I cook cause I'll try to be using the canon cutscene from the game for this so yeah hopefully I do it well.)

A cycle of the compassion soul jam was one that could never be broken. No matter how much magic in earthbread could try to break this cycle when it has started on that fateful day when y/n's mother the first cookie to be the holder of the soul jam of compassion had fallen when helping to defeat the beasts, the first domino to fall.

Then y/n cookie had taken the compassion soul jam. Many cookies loved to be in the presence of y/n cookie as their joy was always present and hollyberry always invited y/n to her Kingdom for grand parties but y/n never wanted a grand kingdom but just started a small village that they would stay but of course other cookies from around earthbread helped expand the village into a bigger community as everything was well, until the dark flour war. Y/n didn't want their village and their people to be hurt so they used their power to make a forcefield to protect the village and happily accepted cookies to stay in the village or any supplies offered to help. Then they heard that their friends would be facing dark enchantress cookie so they left their top guard in charge of keeping the village safe and to help any cookie in need as y/n knew what they had to do.

The ancients run into through the hall of dark enchantress cookies castle, the dark and gloomy castle filled the air with tension and despair. Y/n cookie tried to clear their head as they ran with their friends in the castle. Cookie crumble littered the halls of the cookies who were unfortunately turned to crumbs after trying to fight or run from dark enchantress. "Foul sticky cream... The stench of burnt butter in the air" dark cacao said as this made y/n more nervous as their friends discussed of what happened in this castle as the cookies fought the cake hounds, y/n used their power to make shields to protect the others 'we must defeat dark enchantress, for the safety of everyone' y/n had that echoing their head. "Don't worry y/n, I'm sure we will be able to defeat dark enchantress." White lily said as y/n looked at Lily and smiled "yes, yes we will we have faced other challenges, we can get through this one, I'm sure of it." Y/n said smiling as they wish to keep their friends optimistic.

"And so, upon the ruins of your home, we finally meet. You're rather late... To your own demise!" Dark enchantress said as y/n tensed up seeing dark cacao ready his sword, hollyberry ready her shield with golden cheese cookie grip her spear. "Dark enchantress cookie! What is the meaning of this?" Pure vanilla cookie demanded as he walked to the front of hollyberry and dark cacao. "Do you know the real reason why we, Cookies, were created?" Dark enchantress said as she glared at pure vanilla as her gaze looked at y/n as they stood in the back with white lily as y/n looked worried. Golden cheese cookie already angry shouted "What rancid NONSENSE are you peddling now?" Dark enchantress smiled "Now, now. Think for a moment. I hope it's not too hard. Why do we exist?" She said as the air felt even more tense, suffocating almost. "That's easy, to live and be happy, all together. That's exactly why we were brought into this world. Happiness. Dark Enchantress cookie. That's what it's all about." hollyberry said confidentially and dark enchantress cookie could laugh at that statement. "Oh, really? And when, pray tell, are you the happiest? When you call down and crumble? Or when you become, dare I say it... Ha Ha Ha! SOGGY!" Dark enchantress laughed. "Hollyberry is right. The Creators made us to live in harmony with earthbread. They do care for us as they made earthbread and even if we fall down, crumble or get soggy. Their compassion for us still stays with us." Y/n said as they where confident as hollyberry felt happy that y/n back her up in her statement.

"We are together, in peace and in battle. This is our strength!" dark cacao said. "So true! We love and thank our creators for our delicious sweet bodies and unique talents! And there is no hardship we cannot overcome. Together!" Pure vanilla saying in determination Yet dark enchantress scoffed "RUBBISH! FOOLS! All of you! I shall show you the tragic error of your ways, right here, right now!" Dark enchantress said as the ground shook beneath the ancients and the ground behind darkness erupted into shinning light as when the light faded there in front of the ancients was the cake witch. Dark enchantress stood on the hand of the cake witch as it delivered a blow to the ancients with its weapon but y/n was to use their forcefield to block the attack but it swing to powerful and cracking the shield and with y/n using their power to make other forcefields to protect the other kingdoms and their village, it weakened y/n's power.

"The Cake witch is channeling energy. We must use the pause to Avery her next attack!" Pure vanilla cookie said as he was worried for how powerful the next attack might be. Then suddenly the cake witch sent out a powerful beam of magic to ancients, y/n caught off guard was quick to try and use their magic field to block it but from how much magic they have been using it had tried them and forced them to use more and that caused some of their dough to crack as y/n hissed at the pain and after the beam stopped they let the shield down as their arms shook from the pain. white lily looked worried at y/n as they knew the danger of over using their magic but y/n want their friends to get hurt so they'll protect them, even if y/n themselves gets hurt in the process. The fight against the cake witch was intense, each blow from it's spear and magic this had damage y/n more and more as the forcefields that protected the kingdoms was visibly cracking as y/n was in worse shape no matter how many times pure vanilla healed them, the cracks in y/n's dough would come back after every attack from the cake witch.

"GAH!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! NOTHING CAN STOP ME ESPECIALLY YOU!" Dark enchantress said as she was furious at how the cake witch was about to be defeated and suddenly the cake raised their spear as y/n tired and in pain saw as spear coming down as they quickly put up their shield but with this blow, y/n screamed in pain as their arms crumbled and their shield broke as the cake witch's spear recoiled back. Pure vanilla looked behind him and saw y/n on their knees holding what's left of their crumbled arm, his eyes widen in horror as white lilly and golden cheese cookie covered y/n. But this was enough time to have the ancients distracted it gave the cake witch time to attack again but y/n couldn't use their magic quick enough this time as the strike with the spear hit all the cookies. Their soul jams soon taken and floated to dark enchantress as she laughed, y/n looked at their friends who were injured as y/n looked up at dark enchantress cookie "Yes! Ha ha ha! Simply marvelous! Say goodbye to your Soul Jam. IT'S ALL MINE! I have waited an eternity for this moment. It is time to reap the fruits of my promise and share my brilliant vision with the world." Dark enchantress cookie laughed the moon lit the silhouette of dark Enchantress as the soul jams floated over her staff.

Y/n cookie got up despite having injuries, they walked to dark enchantress as their friends still weakened by the strike from dark enchantress cookies attack. Y/n used their power to put up a forcefield around the ancients "Y/n, what are you doing?" Hollyberry said as she was confused but y/n looked back at the ancients and smiled "please take care of my village for me." Y/n said as then using their strength to force themselves to run at dark enchantress. As then y/n used their magic to fire at dark enchantress, catching her off guard she used her own magic to counter it but y/n fired magic beams at dark enchantress as y/n's dough cracked even more but this was for their friends, this was for their people, it was for earthbread.

"Y/n! No, no, no. What are they doing!" Golden cheese cookie said as hollyberry sat there in shock as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She knew what y/n was going to do. She then grabbed her shield and tried to bang it against the forcefield as tried to break it to hopefully get to y/n to stop them but it was no use as y/n knew what they had to do. As y/n used their spells to make platforms to get to enchantress cookie as then sealed themselves in a another shield but with Enchantress cookie in it with them. The forcefields where then filled with darkness as the ancients couldn't see what was happening inside but Hollyberry desperately wanting to save y/n continue to try and break the forcefield, dark cacao tried to slash the forcefield and golden cheese tried to help as well but pure vanilla and white lily knew what y/n's plan was and knew that and it was to late.

"Poor y/n cookie, always listening to your heart than your head. You could join me. Make this world in my image, to make everything perfect, All you have to do is join me." Dark enchantress said as y/n looked at dark enchantress. Y/n looked as they saw dark enchantress smiled then as the soul jams bursted into pieces as the dark ball of magic broke the shield it was encased in, the explosion destroyed the castle with chunks of the castles walls scatter. Cookies who had been protected by the forcefields that y/n had put to protect the kingdoms began to faded away as the forcefields slowly breaking from the top letting small glitter like sparkles gently falling down to the kingdoms below. Yet y/n's village had saw the forcefields breaking finally but despair had erupted in the village. Cookies who were brave enough from y/n's village traveled to the sight of where the battle happened and saw what was left of the ancient known as y/n was their necklace with a empty piece of where once their soul jam was placed.

As the people from y/n's village was mourning the loss of their ancient as many built statues of them and others have decided to make their village into a mighty kingdom that still stands to this day a beacon of hope for any lost cookie or cookies looking for a home as one stormy day, a cookie passing through wished to seek shelter at the kingdom.

A cookie named y/n.

(that's it for this, I really hope I cooked with this as I have so much more on this but I am working on other stuff as well so yeah maybe I'll hope it this week if I'm lucky. But if you guys wanna know more of the cycle of the compassion soul jam Please don't be shy and request any or any ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[universefcb]

Hey saw your request box open. Can I request a protective pedri as husband/fiancee/bf whatever is your choice for a hurt/comfort fic. Thank you.

↬❥ Protector

Pedri Gonzalez x Reader!fem

Synopsis: He's protecting you after mean comments from the team's staff.

a/n: I really thought it was cute.

REQUESTED

warnings: cute.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The stadium was packed, the lights were shining brightly, and the Barcelona fans were cheering with excitement. You were sitting in one of the boxes reserved for family members, wearing Pedri’s jersey with pride. Your heart was beating fast as you waited for the match to start.

Everything seemed perfect, until some of the staff members started whispering and laughing in your direction. At first, you tried to ignore it, but soon the comments started to become audible.

“I can’t believe that’s the one who managed to hook Pedri…”

“He could have had anyone, and he chose her?”

“He must definitely look at others when he is traveling.”

Your chest tightened. You weren’t a confrontational person, but those words stung. Trying to focus on the game, you looked away, but the taunts continued.

What you didn't know was that Pedri, even though he was focused on the match, had noticed something was wrong. The way you looked away and nervously fidgeted with your fingers caught his attention. During a pause in the game, he looked directly at the box and saw the employees laughing. He didn't need anything else to understand what was happening.

The tension on your face turned into contained fury. Pedri never liked seeing you sad, much less because of people who knew nothing about your relationship.

As soon as the game ended and the team left the field, you were already preparing to leave discreetly, not wanting to cause a fuss. But before you could leave the box, Pedri appeared at the entrance, still sweaty from the match, but with a serious expression.

“Love, come here,” he called, his voice firm but gentle.

You walked up to him, and before you could speak, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Then, without hesitation, he turned to the employees who were still there.

“Is there a problem?” His voice carried a dangerous tone, different from the calm Pedri everyone knew.

The women swallowed hard, surprised by the direct approach.

“N-no…” one of them tried to answer.

“Funny, because I heard a few things while I was playing,” he continued, his dark eyes scanning each one. “If you think you can say anything about my wife, say it in front of me.”

Silence filled the room. You felt your face heat up, but this time it wasn't from embarrassment, but rather from a mixture of surprise and pride.

“I love this woman,” he declared, squeezing her hand. “And if anyone has a problem with that, that’s her problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my wife home.”

Without waiting for an answer, Pedri pulled you gently, guiding you out of there.

“You didn’t have to do that…” you murmured, still surprised by his attitude.

He stopped for a moment and looked you in the eyes.

“I will always protect you,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I won’t let anyone make you feel less than the incredible woman you are.”

Your heart melted, and you just smiled, letting him take you home, where you knew you were safe—and, most of all, protected by your husband.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott @htpssgavi @luvvpedri

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.