#and if your actions unintentionally made it worse

[daggerhobbit]

that helpless feeling is back again

[onmyyan]

Ain't no sunshine chapter 3

A/n: canon typical violence someone gets stabbed (not you) feedback is always welcome

The clock ticks in an uncomfortable rhythm, almost pounding in your ears, you swallow around nothing and try to take a deep breath, only a few more minutes now.

Sitting cross cross felt childish but you needed the comfort of being low to the ground, before you stood a proud grandfather clock, the thing always intimidated you for some reason, maybe it's because you could smell how expensive it was, how priceless, but it was the only room in the house you could guarantee would be free of any nuisances, aka your estranged family.

A lone little Debbie cupcake in hand, a candle in another, you stick the candle inside the soft flesh of the treat, lighting it with the silver zippo, the seconds begin to count down as the wax melts, today was your eighteenth birthday, and the day you'd find true freedom. A day you'd been waiting for since you'd decided to wash your hands of the Wayne's and all who associated with them.

Bruce had begun to add to his collection of broken people one by one a new face was added to the house, and one by one you were met with the same cold indifference.

Barbara Gordon came into your life warmly, on the arm of Dick, she was kind to you in the beginning, making a point to ask you questions and listening intently when you answered, immediately you admired the older woman, her charming grin and bright demeanor was like a light inside the house, until she became who you eventually discovered was Oracle, tied up in the world of heroes and monsters, she too joined the club of exclusion, unintentionally forgetting plans the two of you had made more often than not, sharing inside jokes with Dick about last night's patrol or even taking on a mentor role for Damian, each action like a stab to the heart.

The last straw felt like the smallest one. And it came in the form of Cassandra Cain.

The girl came to the family under reasons you couldn't know, but she was troubled, you could see the same look in her eyes you had when you looked in the mirror as a child, she didn't outright reject your friendship like Damian, but she was seemingly as disinterested in you as the rest of your family, the real kick to your heart came when you walked past a moment shared between her and Bruce, he was comforting her, you couldn't hear the words spoken but you could feel the love pouring from Bruce, how he had a gentle hand on her shoulder, showing her a kind of love he'd never once shown you.

It wasn't her fault and you held no grudge against her, but it still felt like a slap to the face, and every time you saw her, every time she followed them down to their little hiding spot, the acid-like sting deep in your chest got worse. It was then you made a promise to yourself, you'd stop trying, no more reaching out to Dick or praying Jason would message you back, no more begging for Tim's attention or Damian's respect, and you were sure as shit done asking Bruce to love you.

You're brought back to the present moment by the loud ring of the clock before you, the echoing sound brought a ear splitting grin to your face, finally, you were done.

Blowing out the candle, you toss it on the floor, standing with a pep in your step. You'd had your bags moved out days ago so the only thing left was to leave. A chatter could be heard the closer you got to the front door, male and female voices happily spoke with one another, but you were so unfazed, too excited about your current plans to care they'd gathered without you on your birthday.

"Oh hey (Y/n)" Dick says after spotting your form in the doorway, see the only reason you were here is because the dining room lead to the front door, and your new found freedom.

You nod at him, taking in the sight of popcorn and half empty pizza boxes, a movie projected on the wall, ah so they decided to have a little get together?

None of your concern.

"Sorry we didn't call you down, didn't realize you were home" Dick says a look of pity in his eyes, "do you want some?" It's almost said with a wince.

"Nah." Was your simple response, and with that you walked out of their door and lives.

You'd bought an apartment with your own money, you'd been working since you were fourteen, saving every penny for this moment exactly. It was in a shit part of town with an even shitter interior but it was yours and you loved it. Water dripped into a mostly full bucket in the corner, the lights took a full forty seconds to turn on and it reeked of old cigarettes.

Yet you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

Feeling that euphoric rush had you buzzing all night, besides the bed in your room was, questionable to say the least, so you decided to stay up. Cleaning what you could with what you had made you feel even better, this terrible little space was all yours, no condescending people or assholes in sight.

Feeling hungry, you throw on a black puffer coat and a matching beanie and start to brave the Gotham cold. Each step is taken with a new gratitude, the farther you get from that family the better you feel.

Your happiness is pulled to a grinding halt by the sound of rapid footsteps behind you, without thinking you turn, fist balled tightly in perfect form, Patty would be proud if she saw the way you decked the bastard running up on you.

You nailed him right in the throat sending him to his knees, his knife cluttering to the ground before your feet, grabbing the weapon you point it down at his choking body, your hands still despite your rapid heartbeat. The wheezing man made a swipe at your ankles causing you to bring the knife down right into his shoulder, a scream rips though his throat, the adrenaline in your body has you running on autopilot.

Kicking him in the side of the head to quickly sprint to the corner store where you'd planned on going in the first place, your hands shake as you grab your food, but again, that smile stays on your face.

Not only had you moved out today, you'd proved to yourself you didn't need them for anything, not protection, not validation, nothing, it was like you could breathe again.

The next few weeks are business as usual at the manor, until Barbara looks at the calendar and realizes she'd, along with everyone, had forgotten your birthday. The guilt ate at her until she made her way to your room knocking softly, a cupcake in hand she called out, "(Y/n)? Listen I'm so sorry about your birthday, I got my dates mixed up." The lie came easy, but no response was heard, "I get if you're completely pissed at me, at us but-"

"Miss (L/n) has moved out."

"what? How is that possible we would have noticed her moving out." As if to prove Alfred wrong Barbara opens your door, only to find a barren room, empty of any signs of life. She turns to the older man, a thousand questions burning on her tongue, but he seemed to read her, "you'd be surprised what goes unnoticed in this house miss Gordon, have a good afternoon." He leaves her with this and it only makes the guilt and confusion worse.

She pulls out her phone scrolling to a number she hadn't used in a while, biting her thumb as it rings she's hoping you clear all her confusion when you answered, but you don't, instead an automated message tells her your phone has been disconnected. Now she begins to worry, you were so young, just barely an adult, the idea of you out on your own in Gotham had her heart sinking, clicking the family group chat she sends a message that will change everything.

"We need to talk about (Y/n)."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

*more cute!*

Child reader dressed up as the gods?

-They felt a powerful aura, one that intimidated them, but it was from something unknown, they had no idea where it was coming from.

-There had been a plot in the making, one that could prove to be either something joyous or something dangerous.

-He had been in his room, curious about this unknown feeling of dread before a knock came to the door, soft, like it was the knock of a child, and he instantly knew that it was you.

-He smiled warmly, knowing that you weren’t dangerous- you were the farthest thing from dangerous! That’s what he told himself as he approached the door, smiling warmly at the thought of seeing you.

-He couldn’t speak, his eyes wide, as he saw you beaming brightly up at him, dressed exactly like him, you even tried to style your hair like him. He slowly sunk to his knees, seeing more of the details of your (child friendly) outfit as you gave him a twirl, “Do you like it? I wanted to dress up like you because you’re my favorite person!” His vision quickly went dark before a bright light was seen in the distance as he resigned himself to his fate, happy to die after seeing something so adorable!

            -Hades, Hermes, Shiva, Hercules, Zeus, and Buddha

-His smile was very apparent as he swept you into his arms, hugging you close, making you squeal warmly before you beamed, “Do you like it? I wanted to dress up like you because you’re my favorite person!” his smile only grew, while he didn’t say much, but he felt so much warmth in his chest from you words and actions.

            -Thor, Odin, Poseidon, and Beelzebub

-Was inconsolable for at least fifteen minutes, taking hundreds of photographs while ugly sobbing, overwhelmed with happiness at how adorable you looked. You unintentionally made it worse when you told him, “Do you like it? I wanted to dress up like you because you’re my favorite person!” You truly were a very dangerous person.

            -Ares, Loki, and Apollo

[festive]

✿ - bad habit

I know I’ll be in your heart til the end.

✿ - your boyfriend agrees to letting you cockwarm while you work on your research papers, unbeknownst to you —- you’re driving him insane.

✿ - cw: cynoxfem!reader, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking, breeding, biting, size kink.

✿ - a/n: still trying to figure out how I wanna write him, but anyways thank you to my beta readers @bubble4u @rczc & @kazuwhora

Cyno's will is strong, stronger than any impregnable defense — damn near unbreakable even, although.. with each clench of your cunt, Cyno can feel his resolve slowly starting to deteriorate.

He closes his eyes tightly, brows furrowing in annoyance. He's thanking the gods that luck is on his side today — it's almost unbearable how good you feel around him, your welcoming heat squeezing around his cock involuntarily as you continue jotting down your thesis statement for your research, the sounds of your pen dragging across the papers was causing him to lose more of his sanity.

He mumbles a curse in his native tongue underneath his breath. What makes this worse is that every time you scoot your body closer to the desk, you unintentionally grind yourself against his lap, causing more of him to sink inside you.

He grunts, hands registering on your hips as his fingers dig into the softness of your flesh, holding you firmly in place. His action nearly startles you — causing you to look up from work to stare at him. "Is there a problem?"

".. no," he mumbles, crimson eyes meeting your gaze. To most, the young, general mahamatra was hard to read, although, to be fair —- it's hard to read someone when they have a scepter pointed at your neck ready to strike you down at any given moment. But, thankfully, you're not most, having gotten past his more rigid exterior and becoming his lover.

You decide to humor him, cocking your head to the side in a cute display, a teasing smile tugging at your lips when you hear him groan. "Oh, is that true?"

He doesn't reply; instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, deciding not to fall victim to another one of your baits. You sigh, looking back at your papers. "I'm almost done. Give me a few more minutes,"

Time felt like it was dragging on forever. Occasionally, cyno would look over your shoulder, carefully reading over your sentences to catch any mistake you might've made while you effortlessly wrote away. As bright as you were, it wasn't uncommon for you to make minor mistakes, and you were silently grateful that you had a lover that cared so much for you that he was willing to help.

"You misspelled that," Cyno gestures towards the sentence with his finger.

"Oh, yeah, I did. Thanks!"

Cyno hums in response as you give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Almost done,"

If it weren't for the warmth and the occasional feeling of your walls clenching around him. Cyno might've even forgotten the predicament he was in. He inhaled, taking in your scent — the smell of the rainforest wafting from your body, the scent of sumeru roses and padisarah's were overpowering but pleasant. (although, he preferred when you smelled of red crests and ajilenakh nut. The scent is reminiscent of the sands you grew up in.)

His ears perk up when he hears the sound of you slamming down your pencil. "I'm finally done," you muse, almost excusing yourself from your lover's lap. Until you have the wind knocked out of you when he stands up and knocks you over —- cock sliding out of you in the process.

Strong arms wasted no time bending you over your desk — your pencils and papers falling onto the ground carelessly as Cyno pins your body beneath his. You can feel his lean muscles flex against your back while his hands rest on either side of your waist.

"Cyno," You gasp, squirming underneath him, although to no avail. The hold he has on you makes it hard to move too much.

"Can I," he asks through gritted teeth and you nod as his cock rubs against your ass. He presses a quick kiss against your temple, and although fleeting — you could still feel his warm lips lingering on your skin.

Moving his hand, he gives himself a few strokes — your essence from earlier still coating his shaft, causing a Schlick sound to be heard with each pump. He uses his free hand to spread the globes of your ass to get a better view of your cunt — the sight of your drippy pussy causes his cock to throb in his palm.

Finally, he aligns himself with your awaiting hole, forcing apart your walls as he sheathes himself inside.

"F—fuck," you hiss, the burning sensation from the stretch felt amazing — wriggling your hips a little, you try to get whatever friction you can, that is, until you're stopped in your tracks, Cyno's hands gripping onto you as he forces your body into the desk, rutting into at an insatiable pace.

"S—so good, please," You cry out, nearly screaming as he thrusts into that particular spot that has you seeing white, your hands clawing at the surface beneath you — trying to steady yourself.

Cyno lowers his head into the crook of your neck — sharp fangs nipping at your flesh, causing you to shriek before placing his lips flat against you. You groan, feeling him smirk against your neck. "Please what," he asks — and you know all too well what games he's playing.

"I asked you something," He whispers into your ear — his warm breath ghosting over the shell. You refuse to make eye contact. However, he brings a hand around to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him. Carnal desire was ever so apparent in his red eyes — looking at you as if you were prey, you almost felt small underneath his gaze. "Answer me, my dove,"

Like an arrow to the heart — that nickname gets you every time. You sigh, caving in and feeding Cyno ego even more. "Please, more," your voice is small. However, he doesn't push you to be any louder. "As you wish,"

You nearly choke on a sob as Cyno maneuvers your body. Finally, he repositions you enough for him to angle his hips. Ramming into you with better precision — the tip of his cock bullying your poor cervix with each thrust almost unbearably. Though the pleasure of being fucked thoroughly was enough to override your pain, causing your walls to tighten around him, making it harder for him to drag his cock through. "Sh—-shit," he hisses, his voice cracking as he hunches over you.

"Lighten up," He pants, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. He snakes an arm around you, pressing it flat against your lower belly before inching its way closer to your swollen clit that ached for attention. You could no longer contain your moans — feeling him thumb at your bundle of nerves.

"Cyno, Cyno," you moan, his name falling off your lips like a prayer — filling his chest with pride. "Mm s'close," you slur, and honestly, you didn't even need to say anything for your lover to know, considering how your body spasmed around his cock.

You close your eyes, biting at your lips as you focus on the coil in your tummy that's growing tighter and tighter. "So, so… so close," all it took was one final thrust that had you seeing stars and nearly falling onto the desk — although, Cyno was fast to catch you. Supporting your body as he rocks into you, chasing his own end.

You can feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside of you as thick ribbons of cum paint your insides white. You're exhausted, and you're struggling to catch your breath.

You let out a breathless laugh, making a joke about how much of a mess you must look. Cyno doesn't laugh — eyes scanning over your form, even with your hair disheveled and sweat coating your skin, he could never deny how beautiful you were.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Was all he said before gathering your limp body in his arms and carrying you across the room. You laugh, and he looks at you curiously while you struggle to contain yourself. "What,"

"You look worse than I do," A smile spread across your face as you pointed out his messy white locks and the hood that was falling off his head. A soft laugh escapes Cyno's lips.

"Shut up,"

[minjix]

Behind the lens → Vinnie Hacker x camerawoman!reader

summary: in which he sees her behind the camera

warnings: fluff omgggg, Vinnie being a shy boy + Vinnie being confident ughhhh also simp!Vinnie ;)

a/n: i took a small break from writing because my home situation hasn’t been that great and it affected my mental health which also affected my writing but i’m baaaaack :)))

word count: 1.0k

masterlist

He always felt awkward in front of cameras, something he wished to out grow with the years passing by, but yet there he was fumbling with his hands behind his back as they set up the recording room.

The table in front of him was filled to the brim with products from the infamous Wish site, from face masks to knives. It didn’t settle his worries.

He turned to Noah asking as to what they were waiting for.

“Y/n” the boy responded, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Vinnie’s brows furrowed in confusion. Who’s Y/n?

“Who’s-“ Noah interrupted him, “our new camera woman, the last guy quit last week.”

“Oh, okay.” He sighed. Now he would even be more uncomfortable.

A girl walked into the room with a nervous smile on her face, “LA traffic sucks, sorry for being late.” She quickly got ready, unzipping her backpack and taking out equipment far beyond Vinnie’s knowledge. He only saw wires and black boxes connected to said wires.

“It’s cool,” Noah finally put his phone away and helped her prep the camera. Vinnie looked anywhere else but her, knowing first hand how awkward he felt with eye contact.

He gulped when she stepped forward and cleared her throat, she lifted her hand, a black device in her grasp. “Gotta get you mic'd up,” he nodded softly and took a deep breath when she asked him to lift his shirt so she could attach the mic to his pants. He complied but he wanted to disappear.

He gulped when she attached the actual mic to the neck of his shirt, his eyes unintentionally taking her in. She was beautiful. Her smile promised to punch a hole in his heart and he found himself flustered with the small distance between the two. “…and done,” she gave him a wink that burned his cheeks a bright red. She quickly got behind the camera after testing the sound.

“And action.” Vinnie smiled, god was she beautiful.

Noah did the introduction whilst Vinnie stood beside him with a small and laid back smile, his eyes finding hers as she stood behind the camera. During the duration of the video Vinnie found himself relaxing with each eye contact and shy smile’s shared between the two.

His body warmed when he heard her muffled laugh as they tested the weird products, her eyes gleaming as she looked on. And for the first time in a long time, Vinnie felt comfortable under a strangers gaze. He couldn’t explain it, even if he wanted to.

He remembered hearing about knowing when you met the right person, but he quickly decided to stop before he made it worse for himself. She could easily be dating someone, he thought to himself.

Noah cleared his throat to get Vinnie’s attention. The tattooed blonde’s eyes were stuck on Y/n, his cheeks dusted with colour. Beck sniggered to himself as he and Vinnie continued on with the video, easily knowing Hackers tell signs. It was too obvious.

“Thank you so much for watching and remember to like and subscribe,” Noah's voice sounded muffled in his head. He really did try to turn back to the camera but his eyes wouldn’t, no couldn’t leave yours. No matter how hard he tried. He didn’t try.

“…and cut!” Your voice reminded him of a slap to the face and he found himself glued to his spot whilst you started to pack, his head screaming at him to say something, introduce himself, ask you out–

A hand to his shoulder pushed him towards you, he found himself cursing Noah out when he found himself before you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. And he’d seen plenty, but not you. Definitely not you.

“Hey–I’m Vinnie,” he stuttered, your eyes meeting his and a smile grew on your face. You laughed softly aware of Noah’s prying eyes. “I know, and I’m-“

“Y/n,” you looked at him curiously and the tattooed boy found himself even more flustered. “Noah, he uh told me.”

You nodded and reached down to grab your backpack but a tanned hand reached for it before you did, “let me help you.” You noted how red his face was, his eyes shifting everywhere. You also noted the veins in his tattooed arms. “Thank you,” you were flustered too.

“Of course,”

The walk to the car was quiet, a loud silence between the two of you as you walked through the lavish house. “Uhm, so is this your permanent job or-“ he stuttered, your bag thrown over his shoulder. It was heavy.

You snorted, a small smirk on your lips. “Yep, unless Noah fires me.”

“He won’t.” You looked at him curiously, now having reached your car.

“And why’s that?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes connected to yours, standing over you.

“Because it’d make me look bad if I were to ask you out and having to go through the awkward moment of my best friend firing you.”

You laughed and his smile grew on his lips, that’s a win, he thought to himself. The air between you both became lighter, easier to breathe, manageable.

“If you were to ask me out?” You tilted your head, “so you’re not going to?”

He set your bag down beside him and stepped closer to your form, his height blocking the sun casting a cool shadow over your body. Though it was quickly heating up in anticipation.

His smile was ever still present in his full lips. “Fine,” he cleared his throat, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his fingers entangling themselves around yours. “Y/n, will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You laughed, your face warm and your heart beating faster than normal, “yes Vinnie, you can take me out tomorrow.”

He turned away from you with a grin, “You heard that Noah? She said yes!” He yelled towards the mansion, a figure by the door. “Yep!” He yelled back, “I heard!”

You both laughed, “I’ll call you tonight, if that’s okay?” He asked you softly. You sighed happily, “yeah, that’s definitely okay.”

“Okay?” You chuckled, his hand still in yours.

“Okay. I know you’re trying to do Vinnie,” A playful look took over his eyes. “Please let me say it,” he begged, still smiling.

You relented, “Fine.”

“Perhaps ‘okay’ will be our ‘always’”.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Spider-Man

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) by mindshelter

MJ still remembers Ned’s initial disbelief when Peter—infamous for missing class back in sophomore year, suspended for two weeks freshman year—finished his bit of the group write-up four days early. The work was perfect, and so was Ned's chemistry grade. After that it was Peter this, Peter that, Peter parted the Red Sea, it’s true, MJ, I was there; I saw it. MJ, hey, are you listening?

Then Ned says, “We should invite Peter to join AcaDec.”

or; peter isn’t rock bottom on midtown’s social ladder; he’s underground. friendless, rumoured to get into street fights. ned declares him bestie material anyway, and mj catches feelings.

she also meets tony stark(?) in foodtown, of all places, and makes a spider-man(??) sighting.

M!ik

law of insomnia by thewunderkind

אנחנו נפגשים שוב” "I'm sorry, I do not understand," And then Iruma lowers himself, getting on his knees and bowing until his forehead meets the ground.

Or the one wherein they're soulmates and only Alice is aware of what is happening.

DC

how's it go again? by timdrakesuperspy

Tim Drake's universe is falling apart. He's surprised when he doesn't fall with it, due only to Mr. Mxyzptlk's misplaced feeling of debt. He's even more surprised when the imp crash-land him in the middle of the Wayne family's dinner.

OR: After Tim fails to bring back enough proof that Bruce isn't dead, his life sucks. So of course the universe falls apart. So of course a nosy interdimensional imp decides to intervene and send Tim to a universe unnervingly off from his.

the back corner booth by destiny919

"Hey, Hood," Rhys says seriously. "I've got something for you, but it's a little outside your usual service range."

Jason raises his eyebrows under the helmet. He never gets kids from outside the Alley, if only because they have no way of meeting one of his liaisons, or any reason to trust the Red Hood. "How far outside?"

Rhys smirks. "Not too far. Just Bristol."

Jason really, really hopes his appalled expression is coming through the helmet.

SVSSS

to find an intended (a bit unintentionally) by nyoomerr

It takes about five minutes after they first meet for Shen Yuan to start flirting with Luo Binghe. Aggressively, too, in a way that even some of Luo Binghe’s most frequent bed partners wouldn’t dare to. It’s shocking and infuriating and, unfortunately, Luo Binghe finds himself charmed.

Too bad Shen Yuan doesn’t actually know that his actions come off as demon-flirting in the first place.

Clone Wars

an ill-advised gift by S_C_G

The Senate tries their hand at some regime change in the Mandalore sector.

It doesn't go well.

The Senate tries their hand at sending a gift to better relations and buy some time.

They couldn't have made a worse choice.

Or, the Senate gives the Mand'alor a child. This, quite predictably, backfires.

let me lie with you by MadMothMadame

The War is over. With the Sith conspiracy uncovered, and Sepratists suing for peace, Obi-Wan knew things would not be the same as they were before. Some changes would be for the worse, but when he thought about Cody, and all they had the potential to become now that rank and the weight of war no longer had to stand between them-

Well, some change could only be for the better.

He should have known better.

[princesssascha]

Summer Glow Up Action Plan (1/3 - Health)

As I mentioned in my previous post, we are going to have the best summer of our lives.

I was depressed for years, but during the summer, in just 2 months I became truly unrecognisable.

I did it unintentionally, but I believe I cracked the code to glowing up insanely fast. That is, if you're willing to get out of your comfort zone for a few weeks. But what's worse? Being uncomfortable for 2 months doing something that is good for you OR suffering for years? I'll let you answer that for yourself.

Thanks to my experience I made an action plan to make this summer even better and I'd love to do it together with YOU.

1. Mental Health

If your soul is shattered, your body will reflect that. By taking care of your mind you will automatically want to take care of yourself in every other way. Not because you think you're not pretty enough or smart enough, but because you deserve to be healthy and educated.

Get out of your comfort zone

Whatever that is. Last year I went abroad all by myself. I was so insecure about my English and I was soo socially awkward, but I did it. And when I tell you it was the most special feeling in the world. It was stressful at first, but I came back as a new person. I think it was the main factor that contributed to my mental glow up.

Obviously, you don't have to travel to a different country to glow up, but think about what's something you'd like to try that you're afraid to do. Maybe it's bungee jumping, going out to a restaurant alone, coming up to someone on the street. It is supposed to make you uncomfortable, it's called exposure therapy and it is really one of the best things that I have ever stumbled across.

Meditate

It's popular for a reason. Quiet your mind, control your breathing. You can also do yoga, as it requires the same things as meditation, however you also get physical exercise! Start with 5-10 minutes a day and work your way up to whatevers comfortable for you. You can try guided meditation/yoga for beginners.

Go outside

There's a reason why people tell you it's so important.

First, you get physical exercise, you get fit, you get healthy and everyone's happy.

Like actually happy. Physical exercise (the kind you enjoy ofc!) and being outdoors is proven to be good for your mental health. So go out. You can go somewhere crowded or somewhere isolated like a forest. You can take your pet on a walk if you have one.

Self development content

Especially YouTube, I get that some people can't get themselves to read books, but nowadays there are so many ways to educate ourselves. I will mention this topic again in this post, but I love watching YouTubers that post self development & mindset videos.

My favourite YouTubers are:

TheWizardLiz,

Mae Alice Suzuki,

Tam Kaur

If you like reading I recommend Brianna West, she's incredible.

Affirmations

I am such a fan of affirmations! If you feel bad about yourself start affirming the opposite? You feel insecure? "I am confident" etc. You don't want to affirm out loud. You can do it in your mind or listen to affirmation tapes. Even if you don't feel like it's doing anything KEEP PERSISTING! Your mind will conform.

2. Physical Health

This chapter focuses on health, not beauty, although they are connected. If you're unhealthy you won't be that attractive, because we find health attractive. So here I'll share more advice on being healthier rather than getting a sexier body. Healthy>sexy because HEALTH is SEXY!!

Vitamins and supplements

You can't be healthy if you have a vitamin deficiency. Get a blood test and start taking supplements for what you need.

Here's a little cheat sheet, although please do your own research to be safe and be mindful of what dosage you can ingest!!

Visit a doctor regularly!

If you are getting a disease it's important to diagnose it as soon as possible. In some cases it could save your life!

You need to go to your doctor at least once a year, but you should visit them at least twice a year and whenever you have any concerns. That includes a dentist, gynecologist, dermatologist etc. Although I understand not everyone has free healthcare and there are many reasons why it could be difficult for you to get there, at least go to one doctor once a year or when you suspect something is wrong.

Check up on yourself every month

Of course, you're not gonna go to the doctor every month, so it's important to do a little check up yourself every month. Here are a few things to keep in mind:

- what does your skin look like?

Are there any new moles? Maybe some spots? Just because you have a mole doesn't mean it's dangerous, but a mole could turn into skin cancer, so please be careful! Here are a few tips for recognising if a mole is actually a melanoma:

Melanoma is more likely the paler you are, but no matter what your skin color is you should always wear at least SPF30, although the higher the better. If sunscreens are too greasy for you or leave a whitecast I recommend Missha All-around safe block

Look at your skin, did anything strange appear? Something that wasn't there before? Don't forget about the inside of your mouth or between your toes. Although not very common, melanoma can also appear in your eye, in which case you need to contact a doctor ASAP!!

oral health

I don't think I need to tell you to wash your teeth, but I will still share some tips for those pretty teeth:

Oil pulling: get a spoonful of coconut oil and oil pull for 10-20 minutes. After that rinse your mouth thoroughly.

Wash your teeth for at least 2 minutes after every meal and after waking up, HOWEVER if you eat something acidic wait for at least 30 minutes until you wash your teeth. If you can't wash them rinse your mouth with water, but you should still wash them when you get home.

Use a tongue scraper! Like one of those steel/metal ones and scrape that bad boy. It is honestly disgusting how much bacteria sits on your tongue. There are also 2in1 tongue scrapers and flosses but it won't scrape anything off, so save your money. Also, only use flosses when necessary.

CHECK FOR CAVITIES!!

Seriously! I don't think it needs any explanation. Open your mouth and show your teeth. Look at how they look. If there's anything concerning contact your dentist.

skincare

Although it also suits the beauty part, what we find beautiful is just healthy. No skin conditions, clear glowy skin. What skin concerns do you have? Acne, hyperpigmentation, redness etc. Visit a dermatologist or find some skincare yourself, although do it carefully. Just because something is trendy doesn't mean it's good. Everyone's skin is different, so be mindful.

Also, there are different kinds of pimples, so check which types you have and how you can heal them. You can have just one or multiple kinds.

One universal thing: SPF! CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!

haircare

Just like with skincare, healthy hair is what we find beautiful. That's why I emphasize health so much. If you're healthy you are beautiful.

I won't talk about styling right now as it has nothing to do with health, but haircare is 80% of the job.

Is your hair greasy or dry? Keep in mind it can be both, your scalp could be greasy but your ends could be dry. Do you have thick hair or thin hair? Curly or straight? If you bleached your hair it means your hair is damaged (because it's dead), but your hair can be damaged nonetheless, so think about what you need and find products that were made for your concerns.

Learn how to wash your hair correctly. A lot of you guys don't know how to do it. Just because you rub shampoo on your head doesn't mean you're doing it right. And when you're not it could do more harm than good. I recommend theblowoutprofessor on YouTube, he explains it well.

Healthy eating

This is a pretty obvious one so I won't get into details, however if you guys want me to make a post dedicated to healthy eating lemme know in the comments!

Eat veggies and fruits, limit Ur sugar intake. Don't starve yourself, you'll have uncontrollable cravings and you'll get it all back.

move your body

Although good for you both mentally and physically, it's important to choose something you like. Here are my favourite forms of physical activity:

Dancing,

Yoga,

Pilates,

Walking,

Horse riding.

If you don't have a favourite right now, experiment. It doesn't have to be expensive, there are many sports that you can do at home with no equipment.

Try to move for at least 30 minutes/day.

[ayabeanworks]

Title: Sweet Dreams

Synopsis: Part 1/3 sequel of Can I Meet You Again? & I'm Home. AU where Geto doesn't defect. Satoru's always been looking your way unintentionally and expresses his fondness of you in actions. But he doesn't understand the way his heart would beat faster the more he basks in your radiance - not until the very last moment, one in which he wished he could rewind time.

Character: Gojo Satoru x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: This is a sequel to Can I Meet You Again & I'm Home. Pretty much angst with doses of fluff! Mainly in Gojo's POV.

Part 2 (Geto Suguru) here!

Part 3 (Ieiri Shoko) here!

Gojo Satoru would often sneak a couple of kisses to your forehead while you were sleeping.

It was a sweet gesture, something intimate, but could also be something platonic. Something that didn't need words to relay the affections of the person initiating. It was just a kiss, one between best friends.

Right?

That's what Satoru thought when he held your body in his arms on Suguru's curse, voice quivering as he shouted, hands shaking as you bled in his arms.

When you lifted your arm to cradle his cheek and smooth out the area in between his brows, something inside him shattered. The armour surrounding his heart felt fragile and cracked, just like when Riko had died and he wasn't able to protect her even though he vowed to. But, this time it was worse.

It was much worse.

He felt like he was dying.

It was like someone had ripped out his heart after smashing through the armour, stomped on it a thousand times, then pierced it with several knives. Except, his heart was still attached to him and supplying him with life that he could still feel everything.

He could only let out a choked sob because he knew exactly what you wanted to say without even having you say it. He'd been paying attention to you all this time, after all.

Your eyes are too beautiful to be panicking, 'toru.

His six eyes could see many things, but they couldn't predict this type of outcome. The only thing he could see now was the heat leaving your body, the functions beginning to cease.

He didn't want this.

He didn't want you to leave the world like this.

Why would you do this?

Why did you have to take the extreme road?

Why couldn't you have stayed by their side?

By his side?

Why?

Why?

As he wrapped his trembling fingers around your wrist, it was all he could do to support the life ending before his eyes. You didn't know how to use a reverse cursed technique nor was there anyone except Shoko around who was able to do it on another person, so there wasn't any time to waste if he wanted to keep you alive.

But if someone's artery gets cut so deeply, what were the chances of them living after losing so much blood?

There were so many thoughts that went through Satoru's head, but there were none that had a positive conclusion for you.

The only positive conclusion would be when he saw your last apologetic smile change into a serene, calm expression. The day in which he lost the radiance known as you.

He could only scream when he realised he wouldn't be able to see you again, nor will you ever realise the dream you shared with your best friends.

Satoru made you feel safe. His behaviour was fairly flippant and annoying at times, but he was strong, reliable (sometimes even in an aggravating way) and knew what he was doing. Trusting in him was already something you did before you could even think about it - his charisma and loyalty to keeping his promises was strong, covered with layers and layers of bravado similar to the layers of the crepe cake he so loved.

It was one of Satoru's wishes to see you also become a teacher beside him, teaching younger students the system that is Jujutsu and fostering the new generations of sorcerers to overcome the waves of curses that seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

He'd always thought you'd be a great teacher - you were someone personable and quite loveable, someone who's able to teach others and scold them when needed, soft or hard depending on the situation. He thought it'd make a great balance to his own teaching style and Suguru's.

He could imagine the students running up to you whenever they'd see you, grinning ear to ear as they told you about their day. Suguru and him would be watching in the distance or would by chance catch it while on their way to the next class - in which it would bring smiles to their lips at such a happy atmosphere.

A great distraction from what was to come, and the nature of their jobs as Jujutsu sorcerers.

It was hardly a happy job, faced with the disgusting things known as curses bred by humans. It was no wonder there were those who retired and didn't want anything to do with the world. However, there had to be someone, someone who would work with other selected sorcerers to overcome the negative emotions of society, and fight for a safer and happier place.

And that someone included you.

So when he found his heart beating faster on a random afternoon where you were illuminated by the late afternoon light, he froze in his spot, feet planted on the ground as his mind went blank.

You were so bright, so beautiful and oh so magnetic.

You didn't even do anything but hand him the crepe while smiling. You'd ordered it first after school since it was your weekly crepe day with Satoru, and scolded him jokingly while handing it to him.

Since Satoru was late, he did mutter some apologies but in a very joking way. But the way his words fell off his lips when you handed the crepe to him with a smile ignited his chest in flames, engulfing his whole being as he stuttered out a random joke that didn't have anything to do with whatever he was saying before.

He was lucky the afternoon light was orange as it drowned out how flushed his cheeks and ears were after realising exactly what had happened. He felt so embarrased to continue looking at you after his realisation, but he couldn't look away.

You were just so, so captivating to him.

He didn't even know why he felt this way, is what he tried to reason in his brain, but he already knew, and pushed it deep down. You two had been good friends for a while, and while he was comfortable with the arrangement, these new feelings made him want more.

It didn't help that you were always around so Satoru didn't ever get to breathe.

But, whilst he realised his feelings and came to terms with them later down the track after some period of denial and adjustment, he was grimly reminded that he didn't ever tell you of his feelings.

And he wouldn't ever be able to.

He liked to think those forehead kisses amounted to something - something much closer than just friends, someone who was like a close friend.

But at the same time, close friends don't kiss each other like this so intimately, do they?

Maybe he was just in denial yet again, or maybe he was likening his situation to friendship between women to make himself more comfortable because he didn't want to think too deeply about it, even though he knew the truth deep down.

When he found himself thinking that when he pressed his lips to the top of your head, he wondered to himself why he would even bother. It wasn't as if you would be able to reciprocate in the way that he'd like the most - it was an unrequited, one sided love at best.

And with that in mind, the little sting in his heart began to fester, but he didn't care. He didn't care that it stung him, he didn't care that it was all him. He was content in bathing in your radiance, and wanting nothing more than to stay in that light, he'd do anything, including supressing everything he wanted and more.

But now that you weren't here, the only light he could cling to was Suguru and Shoko.

But they weren't you, and they felt it too.

There was only one time when you felt Satoru's lips on your forehead. It was when you were in a contemplative mood about the future of yourself and others as Jujutsu sorcerers, about the dangers that lay ahead and the uncertainty of everything and everyone involved. He was just there to listen - you had wanted to talk to Suguru about it but he was on a mission, and Shoko was busy dissecting a curse for the night. Satoru was the only one you could turn to.

You were about to sleep after listening to his soft hums, which were a contrast to his usual annoying bratty tone, but felt a tap and his body move closer before you realised what was going on. And everything within you knew that if you 'woke up' right now, the atmosphere would be ruined.

So you let him before actually dozing off in his arms.

Unbeknownst to you, Satoru knew, and he did it this one time a tad bit early and was freaking out a little inside. But thankfully, you didn't do anything so he calmed down, but he couldn't stop the hot flush that spread through his body for getting caught. However, he didn't dare move, and you enjoyed the extra warmth for the night while snuggling into him.

It was all worth it in the end for him, and he was glowing the next day, grinning ear to ear as he felt the best he had in ages.

You had no idea what was going on, dismissing it as just a usual antic of Satoru on a cool autumn day.

The crepe shop where Satoru and you frequented was a little tradition that you both had when you first discovered it in your first year at Jujutsu High. Satoru was a sweet tooth and more often than not, dragged the rest of you around to try some new place. The one that stuck, was that specific crepe shop.

It was so delicious that Satoru declared he would go back every week as a joke, but when you said you would join him because you liked sweets also, he was ecstatic and you both made it a thing.

That's why his feet took him to the shop, reminiscing the old times he was fond of. It was a path he took more than a thousand times over several hundred years, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of you - of the radiance he was robbed of in front of his very eyes.

But this time, he wanted to see you without having to suppress the words he wanted to say, without having to see you lose your mind, without having you live in a world where you were forced to mold yourself into something you weren't proud of due to societal standards and without having to see you choose the ending that even you didn't want.

He wanted to hear you say his nickname again with that sweet voice of yours, the same way you've said it again and again, so that the strings of his heart would play again.

He didn't want to stop hearing your voice. He'd been deprived of it for so long - he yearned for it so much, he'd hear it in his dreams, and his heart would hurt, as if to tell him he's being a fucking idiot and that he should just stop because there was no way he was ever going to see you again.

But he wished, and wished so badly for it to happen, that it eventually did, many, many years later.

Now the memory that kept him alive through the unwritten response to the letter you gave him, could now be spoken directly to you, face to face in a world without curses, just as you so wished.

A/N: And here's the sequel from mainly Gojo's POV! There's also Suguru and Shoko's part as well, and it's a direct sequel to Can I Meet You Again? & I'm Home. Enjoy! 💞

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Re: Romy. For those who are telling you to give comic Romy a chance; it progressively gets worse in the comics. I wholeheartedly agree that Gambit genuinely loves Rogue but having love and respecting love are two different things. For all the fan commentary going, "poor Gambit!", "Rogue ruined his character!", and "they're both to blame! But especially Rogue!" that majority of the fault in their relationship falls on Gambit's in-story actions. He lied to Rogue about being married, making her the other woman, he pressured Rogue to give into her attraction for him, he lied about his involvement in a massacre,he knew Rogue was haunted by the unclear memories she absorbed from him and refused to be honest with her even after seeing how much torment she was in. Rogue ended up leaving the X-Men because of it! Gambit tricked Rogue into having sex with him in a cage in front of other people when he revealed immediately after the deed that he could have freed the two of them from prison at any point. He blamed her for the accident he caused that made him temporarily blind and then smacked her in the face when she tried to help. He had flirted with women while involved with Rogue, and he even had sex with someone when they were a couple. He was sexually tempted by a 16 year old student at the school. It's heavily implied that he had sex with Mystique while she shifted into Rogue's form in front of him. He betrayed the X-Men to join Apocalypse, tried to kill Rogue, and then left to make a deal with Sinister to turn back to normal. Then he literally just waltz back into the X-Men and Rogue's life nothing changed. They eventually get married after Kitty and Gambit team up against Rogue to pressure her into reevaluating her feelings for that relationship. Then they get an unplanned quickie marriage after their friends and teammates planned wedding falls apart on the same damn day.

The Kelly Thompson series that keeps getting suggested unintentionally shows how unattractive Romy actually is. The author has publicly admitted and shown that she's obsessed with Romy and a very particular version of Rogue from the 90s, so when she wrote the Mr. & Mrs. X book she catered the story to her personal preference. Which was basically Rogue has always been emotionally and mentally weak, so she needed Gambit to come into her life and make her strong and deserving of love. All of Rogue's previous relationships (Deadpool, Magneto, Joseph, etc) were thrown in Rogue's face as an insult to Gambit's manhood even though all of those relationships happened when Rogue was not in a romantic or sexual relationship with Gambit. The whole book dumped on Rogue's independence to show that Gambit and Romy is the only thing that makes her worthwhile. So I definitely don't recommend reading that series to reinvigorate your love of Romy like others have suggested.

The Romy relationship is so interesting because it's an extremely clear representation of relationships that you outgrow because you once believed it was everything that you ever wanted until you grow more and learn more about what matters in a relationship. That goes for the characters in the story and the readers reading the story. Gambit is not a "wife guy" in fact Gambit may be the most traditional male figure in comics. He wants Rogue to be his woman, his prize, he wants her unwavering loyalty when offering only conditional loyalty in return, he loves her independence but only when he gets to be involved in it and resents her when he is left out, he pushes the boundaries of their relationship and Rogue's patience not because he believes in her, but because he knows he can talk her down from her rightful anger. Gambit wants Rogue to be his sexy traditional wife who lives and dies for him.

Their whole positive history is a collection of big "moments" of romantic gestures, but those moments don't make a healthy relationship. If you look at their relationship outside of those moments then you see it's a mess of toxicity and should have ended long ago. The characters can't thrive together because they're in direct conflict with each other.

I have nothing to add

I'm disgusted. I don't even know what to say since of all of this is canon. This all happened

If you want to fact check this, they're talking about Uncanny vol 1, where Remy could've free the whole team but decided he wanted a night with Rogue first, which is vomit-inducing for me

Edit: I didn't source all comics here because it was not the purpose of the post. But you can find some in the comments

[pomplalamoose]

DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 4

🌿modern day AU🌿

A/N: you know, I actually have a collection of ideas and notes I keep wanting to integrate into my Dilf Luke posts and yet I completely ignored it AGAIN in order to go off the rails with something else (this has been going on for several posts) anywaysssss I hope you have fun, mwuah <33

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

• as it turns out Luke isn't as unaffected by the night you spent together as he unintentionally makes you believe 

• and how could he ever be?

• he might be able to pretend like nothing happened but inwardly has to deal with a lot of conflicting feelings

• first and foremost he's afraid he scared you away with his intense behavior and stern orders, his loud voice and the demand you stay with him

• after all you haven't been over to visit his child ever since, maybe you fear to be around him?

• he could never judge you for it either, you, who always are so gentle and timid around him

• he simply overdid it this time, overstepped a line and it's in your right to act accordingly

• thinking back on it now he's only able to shake his head at himself and at the way he treated you 

• in the heat of the moment it all seemed so strangely justified, every action he took only with your best interest and well being in mind

• but since a little time has passed he sees that a calmer, more conventional approach probably wouldn't have you avoiding him presently

• left to his own devices he's helplessly replaying how he dragged you into the bathroom and made you strip in front of him, even intervening by ripping off your clothes himself when you took too long for his liking 

• he completely disregarded how you might have felt in the moment, that quite possibly you did not want to undress in front of your best friend's father 

• let alone be undressed by him

• it would've been better to drive you home afterwards too, what went on in his mind to deny you?

• you are an adult, he doesn't own you, who did he think he was to forbid you from leaving?

• Luke doesn't know, of course, that the complete opposite is the case

• you very much wish for him to acknowledge his actions that night 

• and neither are you actively avoiding him, your friend is making you stay away for research purposes 

• "let him stew for a while", they said, "and we'll see how long it takes him to ask for your whereabouts again"

• your friend still isn't exactly thrilled about the situation, but it definitely piqued their interest 

• they want to know what's going on

• why is their father playing hot and cold with you?

• they are not amused he's towing you along like this, they really expected better from him

• meanwhile Luke is doing his best to deny that, if he'd listen closely to himself, he'd have to admit what else upsets him so badly 

• to him, even worse than his brashness is the secret knowledge that he enjoyed himself 

• very much 

• finally, he felt, could he rake control, do what needed to be done 

• and you followed him so nicely too, looking at him for guidance, never questioning, never contradicting anything he said

• your blind, even naive obedience touched him deeply

• he felt so needed

• oh and the way you looked at him; if he had a say you'd never be allowed to look at any other man ever again

• he wishes for your eyes to be only on him

• only for him

• but to confront all of this would also mean confessing to himself how he, in turn, looks at you

• how he thinks of you

• the feeling isn't unknown, nothing new, but still comes as a surprise after all this time

• so he's not ready yet to admit how much he wants you all to himself 

• and how could he?

• you're his child's best friend, it's not his place to swoop in and take you away

• he knows how much you mean to them

• and yet he can't help himself despite how ashamed he is 

• again and again he touches himself to the thought of you

• to all the things he could do to you and make you do in return 

• the thoughts come so easily and just won't stop, never leaving him alone 

• would you follow his orders as eagerly as you did so far?

• or would you take on a different approach, maybe turn into a little brat? 

• someone he'd need to teach a lesson to first?

• of course for that you'd need to learn how to be less shy in his vicinity first, could he make that work?

• mmh, he's not sure how he likes you better anyways 

• maybe you'd be open for a little game?

• though no matter in which direction his imagination takes him, always it returns to the picture you made on the floor in front of him, tears running over your soft cheeks, a pleading look in your eyes

• he could do without the tears, but, truth to be told, you are remarkably pretty when you cry 

• so they stay and all that changes are your surroundings

• he wants you to be comfortable of course, you're not supposed to shiver in the cold or sit on hard stone floor 

• you'd be much better off kneeling on a nice cushion in the living room, or on the plush carpet in his office 

• meanwhile his child is watching him like a hawk, intentionally not bringing you up in conversation even once 

• sooner or later he just HAS to do something, mention something, ask even the littlest of questions

• so their theory, at least 

• and they are right, they know their father well after all

• Luke folds after not even two weeks to comment on your prolonged absence from their house 

• he's so busy playing it cool he doesn't realize the way his kid can barely suppress a giggle 

• "and what did you say???", you immediately want to know when they tell you about it the next day

• "nothing", says your friend and laughs at your face "I want him going wild"

• a few days later he asks whether you fell ill after getting caught in the storm 

• like seriously, is everything okay?

• don't they want to go check on you, make sure nothing's wrong?

• are you struggling mentally again?

• did you guys have a falling out?

• are you on vacation?

• your friend keeps a successful poker face through it all, again and again telling him in a noncholant way how busy you are

• and why is he asking about you so much anyways?

• it's not like you're coming over to visit HIM...right?

• Luke retreats at that immediately and it takes him a while to come out of his shell again

• though only barely does he keep himself from grabbing and shaking the answers out of his child 

• "he's sooooo dramatic" your friend tells you "one could think he's a teenager with how he's acting"

• soon they start contemplating and scheming on what they could say about you to unsettle him a bit

• at this point you beg them to stop interfering, to stop putting themselves between the fronts like this 

• it's okay, you assure them, you can let their father go

• but they're not having it

• this isn't about playing matchmaker 

• you are their friend and they'll make sure you're getting treated right even if they have to go up against their dad for it 

• he's a grown man and he needs to start acting like it!

• your protests fall on deaf ears 

• "No, you listen to ME. I refuse to stand by and watch while my dad is playing hard to get. He's either going to tell you to your face he's not interested or, if that's the case, admit he feels drawn to you! He didn't have a problem with that all the many other times it happened."

• you can't deny they have a point and since they know him better than you do, what else is there left to say?

• the next you hear of them is when you receive a quick text with no context whatsoever 

• "listen I think I overdid it a little bit"

• you blankly blink at your phone, no idea what's going on, though you have the sinking feeling it's somehow related to their father 

• the next messages is just as unnerving but proves you right 

• "yeah uhhh sorry about that but he's coming to pick you up"

• "no way", is your immediate thought just before you get a call that makes you nearly drop your phone

• of course it's Luke, of course 

• where did he get your number?

• and what in the hell did your friend tell him?

• you pick up and before you can even finish saying hello he demands to know where you are

• judging by the sounds in the background he's already in the car and most definitely not in a good mood

• accordingly quick comes your answer and your heart unclenches with relief when his voice somewhat softens 

• "be a good girl and wait for me outside then"

• you're so caught off guard it takes you a while to pack your things and search for your jacket and when you step out into the cold he's already waiting for you, leaning against his car

• judging by the way he's dressed he's either coming straight from work or originally planned to go there before God knows what made him change his plans 

• he doesn't look amused and as your heart speeds up so do your steps 

• so eager to make up for the time lost, you nearly bumb into him as you struggle to come to a stop before him 

• if he's annoyed he doesn't show it and nevertheless opens the passenger side's door for you, waiting patiently for you to climb in 

• you're horribly embarrassed when you spot your reflection in the rearview mirror 

• your hair is tousled beyond repair, your cheeks a flaming red from running 

• desperately holding on to your bag like it's an anchor you watch as he slides in beside you 

• but instead of starting the motor and driving off, he turns to properly look at you, his right hand holding on to your head rest 

• you swear you can feel yourself shrinking into the seat as his eyes bore into yours 

• shyly you greet him 

• you don't know what else to do

• a brief smile flits across his face before it grows stern again 

• "who is it?"

• "just tell me and I'll take care of it"

• to say you're confused would be an understatement but as he continues, it slowly dawns on you 

• your friend made up a toxic relationship for you to be in 

• and their father is furious 

[yuikomorii]

Honestly I don’t get this fandom… ALL the diaboys are abusive and horrible, not just to yui but to other women & sacrificial brides, yes even subaru, yes even ayato, yes even azusa. I don’t get the point of bashing OR defending the diaboys actions esp when yui isn’t their only victim. If you don’t like a series about abusive, sadistic, fucked up and blatantly misogynistic vampires or you’re gonna defend them most of their actions then this series isn’t for you.

(Yui is an exception though because she deserves love + praise though for not only putting up with their abuse but also being positive, intelligent and kind throughout the series, people who hate on her are the real pickmes fr. Anyways love your account + have a nice day xx)

// I would have understood people reacting like that if DL was promoted as something family-friendly, but the word DIABOLIK is literally in it. I think those individuals forget that these guys are vampires; they have different morals and can’t be judged by human standards since they’re a whole other existence. On top of that, they’re traumatized (also cursed in Ayato’s case), which makes their behavior even worse.

I think every character deserves to be defended at some point but also criticized. I’m a huge Yui stan and I admit that she’s not the best heroine out there but she’s 100% the best heroine DL could have and definitely not a pick me. She’s sort of an idiot but got emotional intelligence, which is what makes her good for such a franchise. After all, I think DL desperately needs the heroine to be quite dense because if Yui didn’t make a lot of mistakes or unintentionally provoke them, the plot would have gone nowhere without anything being solved. There would be no story if the heroine quickly found out all the mysteries and how to “put in place” or handle everyone.

DL’s writing is not perfect but one thing I like is that the development of most characters or of the story, in general, doesn’t feel rushed. For example, they made Ayato be the one to realize the truth about Karlheinz in Dark Fate, after THREE games, and they took time to heal Laito from his past. If these two things happened in the first game, it would have felt too badly paced.

[bobbydagen24]

Harshly Honest opinion but the Creek Hate from the Fandom is unfair.

I'm going to address all the Reasons why Creek is Hated by the Fandom so Buckle up. ( ps I'm not looking for a fight so if you wanna Respectfully Debate my points I'm all ears but if your gonna act condescending or Rude about the points then your just gonna be ignored )

first off about him selling out the village

well if you examine the movie you can see it was written in such a way where his literal only choices were to do what he did or die Horribly

and how he was put into a worse situation overall than any of the other Trolls were based on what he was put through and how immediate the Danger was to him

Really no one else in the film was put in as bad a situation as he was so no one can Really Judge him since everyone else was always given the option of sitting tight and Hoping to be Rescued but Creek never was.

what ruins his Role as a supposed villain is him being plucked out of the cage and separated from everyone else early on.

as if he had say attracted Gristle and Chef's attention from when he was in the cage and approached them offering to sell out the village for his own life then I'd find that a tad easier to judge

because he still had the choice of sitting tight and waiting to be rescued with his friends but he chose to have a lack of faith in the

people he claimed to care about and instead tried to take an easier way out by Harming others even tho he had other choices.

but him being taken from the cage early on through no fault of his own and literally not agreeing until he was on the verge of being eaten alive

and then being stuffed in a tiny locket on his own with no air holes for hours on end which is basically torture I mean the poor guy was Begging for Help and Mercy when Gristle showed him to Bridget during their Date.

it just makes it hard for me to blame him tbh like even when he's reunited with a captured Poppy I don't really think he had the same option they all did.

because had he gone back on the deal I kinda Doubt Chef would have stuck him back in the cage with the others and instead likely would have just killed him in anger then and there.

so I don't think it can even be claimed that he could have gone back on the deal and still survived the movie by standing by his friends

in that moment and thus being Rescued by Bridget along with the Rest of them later on.

the problem with the movie's writing is that in order to make Creek a surprise Twist villain they unintentionally made him a bigger victim than any of the other Trolls who were captured by the Bergens.

by taking away any other choices he had in the situation that didn't Result in immediate death whereas everyone else who was captured in the film weren't put in as Hopeless a situation as he was.

its all just very iffy writing and Honestly it kinda Baffles me how the writers find villains like Barb and Crimp and Veneer to be deserving of sympathy

despite doing bad things of their own free will but hate Creek with a passion and say he deserves brutal death for giving in to very Human fear after a day from Hell with literally no other Good options.

like to anyone who Judges his actions all I have to say is what other option did he have that still would have allowed him to live in the end?

and if you can Honestly answer that without saying "" but he should have just died so the rest of the village can live ""

then I'll admit Defeat but if you are just going to say that quote above then I'll point out your literally doing the same thing your criticising him for

your Deciding other people's lives are worth more than someone else's Despite them being on equal Ground since they were all innocent people

and Deciding someone should have to die so someone else can live the problem is the fandom looks at this like its simple and black and white when it Really isn't

its a variation of the Trolley problem which is a complex question that people have thought about for years now Trolls is just a kids film at the end of the day so I don't expect it to go into this topic in Depth

but it should have been written Differently so either Creek's motives were Different or his situation wasn't so Devoid of other options for him

since literally all of his friends were given the luxury of waiting to see if they were Rescued but Creek wasn't

or it should have been changed so he got a last minute Redemption and Happy ending like maybe when Chef made that last attempt to kill Branch and Poppy During the climax

Creek finally plucks up the courage to stand up to her and Jumps out the waist bag onto her face Distracting her for long enough for the Rest of the snack pack to trip her up and send her off in the cooker like in the finished film.

and in the end Poppy and Branch and Creek share a look that means he isn't necessarily still friends with Poppy but they appreciate the situation was pretty Hopeless and he did try to Help them in the end.

but having him share a comeuppance with his captor is Honestly kinda Bizaar

Creek isn't the one to blame for the attempted Genocide Chef is mainly and also Gristle Jr

yes he was manipulated by Chef but he still had more free will in his part in the Genocide than the literal Hostage did

yet the movie lets him off the Hook in the end but sends Creek off with his captor acting more like he was her willing Henchmen than her victim.

its like if a world war 2 film Redeemed Hitler in the end and gave him a Happy ending but a prisoner in one of his camps who betrayed a Group of his own people

because they threatened to send him to the Gas chamber if he didn't is Treated like an irredeemable scumbag and is killed off.

its just insane from a writing perspective tbh.

another point is I've heard some people say he's meant to Represent Toxic positivity and frankly I don't understand that angle?

he was no more toxically posotive than the rest of the village he along with everyone else refused to believe the party could be dangerous for them

which makes him a bit ignorant but it was the environment he was Raised in he's no more or less Guilty of this Behaviour than the Rest of Pop Village

and if people are referring to his later actions then how is that toxic positivity? being scared after being held captive alone in inhumane conditions and threatened to be gruesomely murdered is toxic positivity?

I genuinely don't understand this idea?

also he's Hated on for his attitude towards Branch and yeah that is Jerky but 1. that doesn't make him an irredeemable villain Deserving of Torture and Death like a lot of fans claim

and 2. almost all of the snack pack act this way Towards Branch that isn't unique to Creek yet he's the only one Hated on for this Behaviour?

the twins literally tell Branch to his face he always ruins everything which I find to be much more insulting than what Creek said to him

Cooper literally called him a party pooper and tried to Deter Poppy from inviting him to the party which tbf Creek also Did

at best Biggie was somewhat sympathetic towards Branch but even that came across as patronising pity more than anything that wasn't Really taking his concerns seriously

so yeah the fandom making out like Creek was the sole bane of Branch's existence prior to the first movie is unfair tbh

most of the snack pack behaved this way Towards Branch because they were Raised in a toxically posotive environment and had seen Branch

be involved in no Doubt countless false alarms over the years warning them about the Bergens and he'd probably behaved bitter and antagonistic towards them in the past

like he did at the start of the first film so some of them Developed a Dislike of him which is kinda understandable in some ways.

point is this isn't unique to Creek he's no more Toxically posotive than the Rest of the village and he wasn't any worse to Branch than the others were

the only Difference is he wasn't around to Hear Branch's backstory which Gave the Gang more context on why he acted the way he did.

in short the Hate towards him is kinda Unreasonable tbh he was placed in a much more Dire situation than any other Troll in the movie in that he was much closer to death with literally no Hope of escape

not to mention the whole being stuffed in the tiny locket with no air holes or light which is literally just torture.

the whole thing that Ruins it is the writing choice to have him plucked from the cage early on and nearly eaten then and there as that puts him in a situation that no other Troll in the film was actually put in

even when Branch was nearly forced fed to Gristle at the end he still had other people around him which means he knew he could be saved and low and behold he was.

but Removing Creek from the cage and trying to eat him then and there with literally no other Hope of escape other than Doing what he did creates an unfair lose lose situation for him Really.

and sacrificing yourself for others may be noble but it is not something anyone has any Right to expect from someone else

unless they chose a job to protect the public like a cop or a firefighter which Creek wasn't he was just an ordinary civilian.

and to the people who say they Hate him for his attitude Towards Poppy when she was in the cage well I have nothing to say to that except well

it doesn't make your attitude of saying he Deserves Gruesome death any more Right

its Victim Blaming in the most covered up kid friendly form its the Trolls movie equivalent

of saying a local person Deserved to get Horribly Beat up and killed by a Group of guys simply because they acted like a bit of a smug Jerk in a pub or a nightclub.

someone's attitude does not change the circumstances of the situation a Victim can act as smug and Jerky as they like it does not change the fact that they are a Victim.

also he only acts smug in literally 2 scenes post Betrayal so the fact the fandom focuses on that

and not all of the scenes of him being portrayed as a terrified victim before Hand is kinda Blatant picking and choosing lets be Honest

its the opposite of what the fandom does with Bro zone ignoring how they actually act for most of the movie and Hyper focusing on the two scenes of them actually acting like Decent people.

anyway that concludes my lecture lol if you've made it this far here's your Reward a cute Seal meme picture 😂😂

its sooooooooooooo cute 😭😭😭😭

[monstersdownthepath]

How Gremlins Are Made

Every now and again on the wonderful world of Golarion, the barrier between this world and the first--the land where the Fey live and frolic--weakens just enough for a wisp of fey magic to blow through, like a dandelion seed carried by the wind. Now, normally, these wisps are no more dangerous than an errant strand of spider's silk blown free from the web, and they land somewhere where they do no harm, causing a flower to grow or a bug to be born or an egg to hatch a little earlier than it normally would... but that's just the thing: like a strand of spider's silk, this wisp of fey magic is sticky. Not sticky in a way that a fly or a bird would get caught by, but sticky in a way like a good joke or a strange word or a harsh insult is sticky.

And that's where it starts.

As mentioned, these wisps normally just blow away, off to give vigor to some tiny plant or patch of land... but sometimes, they blow somewhere men and elves live, and they can can start catching onto things they shouldn't. Thoughts and ideas, emotions and energy, words and actions, all of these create tiny waves in the world, so small and fleeting that they're impossible for most to notice, but for these thin wisps of fey power, a spoken word may as well be a twig stuck out in the air that they can tangle around.

Some fey are born this way, you know. A lot of them, in fact, are born when these wisps of power collect enough words, thoughts, feelings, and deeds, but we're not talking about 'some' fey, we're talking about gremlins, the nastiest of the fey. THESE unfortunate buggers are born when a wisp catches onto something cruel. A cruel word spoken, a cruel deed done, a cruel thought passing over one's mind... Any act of cruelty starts the snowball, and once it starts, it's nearly impossible to stop. This wisp of mischief collects this cruelty unintentionally, and that cruelty builds up over it like dust on a cobweb until it downright resembles one! A nasty, musty mess of ugly thoughts and tangled curses that eventually drifts somewhere the sunlight can't touch it, where it weaves itself into a foul, hairy cocoon.

Gremlins are born from these cocoons. Born from mischief, nursed by cruelty, and full of tricks as any fey, they set out into the world to do as all that lives does: to thrive, grow, and spread. One gremlin can become many in short order as they snatch wisps of fey power from the air and weave in their own acts of cruelty, though (thankfully) most aren't smart enough to know a wisp when they see one... though this is only a small mercy, because if a gremlin cannot find a wisp to nurse, it will instead be cruel all the time in the hopes that a wisp happens to be passing by.

It's certainly easy to see a town suffering from a gremlin infestation and clutch your pearls, wondering how awful these people must be to each other for so much cruelty to exist. It's easy to say that surely, these folks must deserve whatever torments their fey neighbors must be delivering upon them, if they're acting foul enough to attract them! But keep mercy in your heart and some damn sense in your mind, because a gremlin parade is no show of how rotten a town is! Just how unlucky they are. Gremlins can be born from any act of cruelty, and who among the races of man and elf can say they've never thought a single cruel thought, even one never voiced or acted upon?

In fact, if all a town has in regards to foul fey is gremlins, that's certainly a good sign! Acts of cruelty spawn gremlins, but acts of pure malice? Pure hate? Pure spite? All out in the open, shouted into the air? Well, those can cause things much, much, much worse than gremlins to hatch from those greasy black cocoons.

[loakismine]

You give me Strength.

Pairings: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: You readied Lo’ak for battle but got a little distracted.

Warnings: Tension, Weapons and I think that’s all let me know if I missed anything!!

Word count: 680

A nervous breath was taking in by Lo’ak who was sat before you, looking out the large ship was ready for battle. The loudness from outside was chaotic and only made matters worse for Lo’ak. You walked a couple steps to take a seat with the paint in a wooden carved bowl. Sitting you began to dip your fingers into the cold paint that had been mixed moments ago by you with a few pigments.

Lo’ak looked at the paint and saw how it coated your previously teal skinned hands white. He saw the way your hands connected palm to palm and how they rubbed together to make an attempt of warming the paint up in your smaller hands. Your white dipped fingers went to his forehead down to his cheeks till your finger tips slid off his face as he sat with nervousness surrounding him, he knew he wasn’t much like his older brother. He wasn’t considered the golden child or a warrior child as his brother was. He sat with a head full of Neteyam expecting him to save the day just like any day before this.

He watched as your white finger tips drew lines on each of his cheekbones, unintentionally bringing them out more. Your head moved back to admire and observe if you would need to touch anything up. Looking from eye to eye, cheek bone to cheek bone, lips to-, that’s it! His lips. Your eyes followed your fingers as they gently came up to his lips, slowly you moved your fingers down his lips bringing his bottom lip with your white finger tip. The tension that surrounded the both of you only grew by the minute. Lo’ak looked at your lips and it was as if you had intoxicated him by just your gentle supple touch.

His lips came crashing down onto yours by surprise, your eyes widened in the moment. Softening when the kiss grew softer and sweeter than it had to begin with. Your hand came up to his face to cup his cheek, ruining the paint work you’d done on the right side of his face. But I’m the moment nothing mattered but you and him, he didn’t care if Neteyam outdid him in everything, because he knew that he outdid his big brother by having such sweetgirl by his side. When you pulled away for air first he smiled at you and your cheeks were warm as you looked down at your white hands. He followed your stare, taking your hands as he placed them onto his chest. Stamping your handprints in white onto the part closet to his heart.

You stared in complete awe at the simple yet heartfelt action he had taken. He gave you a cute fang filled smile when he kissed the back of your painted hands. You tsked him as you stood up grabbing his hunting knife made of sharpened river crystal, and his sheath. He stood before you as you turned to place the knife sheath around his small waist. “Here.” You whispered as you placed the knife into the sheath. Lo’ak placed a braid of yours behind your ear as you sighed. “Stay safe out there.” Was an order and not much of a request as you began wrapping his arm band around his forearm.

“I will for you. You give me strength.” Lo’ak said as he held your hand in his, he slipped one of his bracelets onto your wrist and you placed his bow around his neck and under his arm. He held your forehead to his whispering the soul healing words one as Na’vi hopes to hear from a forever mate, “I see you.” Your smile was too wide to go unnoticed by him, “I see you, Lo’ak. Now get out there.” You hurried as he grabbed his arrows and ran out. He was ready for it, he never backed out no matter how hard the situation was. That was something he couldn’t see and neither could his family, he had it in him they just needed to See.

HEY GUYS THIS IS A REALLY SHORT ONE!! I LEFT INSPIRED AT 1:30AM BY THE WEEKNDS SONG FOR AVATAR 2 AND FINISHED AT 2:24AM SOO YEA I PUT TIME INTO THIS SO PLEASE ENJOY:) also if you guys have any requests don’t be shy and let me know guyss!!:)))

[almdragonrend]

What I think about shipps in my next life as a Villainess

1 Geordo x Katarina: okay so first the GeoKata my opinion on this is this shipp Is ABUSIVE towards Katarina, let me explain Katarina started in this relationship believing from the start that Geordo is just using her and that he will cheat on her and is willing to actually exil her as well as taking everything she owns from her and even kill her to be with that other girl, and in the beginning that was TRUE, he indeed just wanted to USE her! I know that he changed his mind on that but that started only because she was "different " and worse is that she thinks she "deserve" that for being the "Villainess" Yes she thinks he has "right" to cheat,betray and kill her because of her "Villainess" staus, yes she does stand up to him to protect others, but she does that despite of what he might do to her because she just cares so much for others, she also sees the engagement she has with him as a cruel leash dragging her to her doom and even if she doesn't see like that anymore she did so for 7 years! In which she continuesly asked Geordo to break their engagement, which he refused, to her this relationship made it impossible for her to have any amount of self-respect, I would hate it if Geordo is the one ending up with Katarina since it would basically rewarding him for unintentionally abusing her and the horrible actions of his Original Counterpart, since she will always think it's his right to cheat,betraying and even kill her as long as she sees that as his "right" it's impossible for them to stay as equal to eachother Katarina will always be Geordo's VICTIM as long as she convinced he can treat her how he wants just because she's the Villainess, this would be a Stockholm syndrome situation and this relationship makes it nigh impossible for her to develop any self-respect, and even if she's able to realize that is not his right to do those things to hear she still had to live under this assumption for 7 years! This relationship is not good for her, it prevents from having self-respect, she believes he can treat her as horrible as he wants, there is no way for them to be equal in this relationship and Katarina shouldn't be forced to be with someone who makes her think less of herself I honestly can't believe that people who actually like Katarina are GeoKata fans giving how abusiv it clearly is to her,GeoKata is bad for Katarina's self worth it's bad for her mental health and it's bad for her overall, yeah it's good for Geordo but if you want Katarina to be sacrificed for Geordo like that than your being very unfair to Katarina, Katarina deserves better + Geordo is the one behaving the most like his Original Counterpart treating Katarina like property, his Original self who exiled and murdered Katarina, Katarina DESERVES BETTER.

Katarina x Keith: so I take Katarina x Keith for seconds, after everything I said about GeoKata you probably think I hate this shipp aswell right? Well wrong, I don't like it, but I don't hate it because unlike Geordo Keith has actually made far greater difference between him and his Original Counterpart, further more he has been far more considered of Katarina's boundaries, and Katarina has far less problems building self-respect since they live constantly together and had a clear heart to heart after the Golem incident she believed that nothing of the bad stuff would happen if she's just happen to be supportive there be no Exile killing, so he puts less of a strain on her soul than Geordo dose, and I can see him to be actual treading her right he's even willing to help her with her civil disguise when visiting Maria, and even helping her from staying out of her Mother's radar, so I atleast see he would do his best for her and atleast try to be good for her so he's better than Geordo and they can have a functioning positive relationship

Katarina x Mary: So third is Mary and yes she's a clear yandere with an extremely aggressive personality, but what concerns me about her is that their is clear indication she's actually willing to Kidnapping Katarina without letting her know the situation she's in, therefore I'm not really a fan of it but atleast she doesn't actually has to fear for her life with Mary, so she's atleast better than Geordo.

Alan x Katarina: so I know alot people like this shipp and I'm honestly not a fan of cheating, but again Mary herself is in love with Katarina so I guess it wouldn't be wrong if he understood that hey if he managed to get Katarina and was willing to share Mary would be more than pleased with him, so yeah I also like that they had Sword fights with her and i wanted to see Sword fighting Katarina

Sophia x Katarina: so now we're going to Katarina's Original friend the friend who Reincarnated along side her, A-Chan a lot people would say the fact that Sophia is A-chans Reincarnation and that she's followed Katarina in to the next life makes her a great partner for Katarina right ? I actually have a serious bone to pick with Sophia not despite but BECAUSE she is A-Chan because a have with A-Chan herself because as you all surely remember A-Chan was the one who introduced her to Fortune Lover and also the one who told her what a Terrible "Villainess" Katarina Claes is, which is the main reason why Katarina now believes she doesn't deserve love, yes I said it A-Chan is responsible for Katarina believing she dosen't deserve love, had she been more honest about the story and told her Katarina who is supposed to be the Villainess is less evil than Heroine and the Capture Targets who ruthlessly destroyed her life, that Geordo and Maria and Keith are Morally bankrupt Monsters (even if there's speculation that Maria didn't want it) who had no right to do what they did to her, than Katarina would atleast have been able to understand that she deserved love and just had the bad luck to end up with a very bad partner who doesn't treat her fair, she would have been able to develop both feeling worth of love and self-respect and might actually get out of the toxic hold Geordo had on her and actually being happy with out thinking of herself as the lowest being in the world, and I know that Sophia/A-Chan maybe just wanted to get her in FL, but it's still A-chans fault that Katarina has such a low self esteem, and after all the content we now know that Original Katarina was a pretty good person atleast for Noble Girl standards, so all A-Chan had to do was just tell Her the Truth that Original Geordo, Original Keith and Original Maria were the Selfish Monsters they are and how they literally ricked a trial to unfairly ruin her life steal everything from her and yeah that's something I hope she sets straight in one of those visions.

Nicole x Katarina: The best ship so far, and even though he appears outward similar if Geordo told this Nicole to help him fake documents to get a person exiled who doesn't deserve that he would probably report that to the King and Queen instead of actually partaking in it, he has been very considered and he is a clever person who also has great chemistry with her

Maria x Katarina: The final part of the main Harem, and I never hide that I'm a huge MariKata fan, I know that comes of strange as I very much insist that Geordo Is the most similar to his Original self despite spending the most time with Katarina, well Maria is the opposite, unlike her sneaky, selfish,heartless Original Counterpart, Hamefura Maria is brave, charismatic she doesn't hide behind others like a Coward, when Katarina or her other friends are in danger she sticks up to them, I really think that Hamefura Maria is the best partner for Bakarina, even though Original Maria is a horrible person, and don't come me with "but she just wasn't confident enough to apposed Geordo and/or Keith on Katarina's trial" she clearly didn't felt any remorse about it! Our she would act differently in FL 2

Harem x Katarina: this is one of the view Shows where a Harem ending is deserved.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Deadweight pt 5 (this maybe a long one)

Unfortunately for Vax and fortunately for you, the events of last night were never given time to be brought up again as you were all preoccupied in catching up with Keyleth who was heading towards Pyrah in her eagle form.

By the time you arrived the home of the fire Ashari was the spitting imagine of the vision you received from the Matron of Ravens. However it still rendered you speechless at the unfathomable amount of death and fire that laid in the ruins before you.

“You saw this didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell us? Tell me?” Vax asked when he saw that you had a look of recognition within your eyes.

“As if any of you would’ve believed me.” You scoffed as you bypass him, shoulder checking him in the process.

“I would’ve.” The rouge half elf tried to convince you but was greeted by the unimpressed look upon your face. In that moment you looked dead to Vax just as how he and the rest of vox machina were dead to you.

“That might’ve been the most hilarious thing you have said in a long while but please, spare your falsities for a rainier day.” You retorted, not wanting to get into it with Vax when there was more pressing matters to address. Such as helping Keyleth in helping fend off the weird fiery creatures that were coming out of a portal.

Vax’s frustration towards your innate need to push everyone away seemed to grow daily but he couldn’t blame you. You were right in your anger, in your hurt because he, alongside vox machina did unintentionally ostracised you from everything. Hell they even planned on leaving you stranded in the next town they come across but after everything you’ve been through together, they couldn’t help but get attached to you.

It seemed that it was far too late to make amends on their part, seeing as how you refused even the slightest of help from any of them in favour of sneering at them before walking away from them to sit in the shadows of the nearby trees.

Yes, they were hurt at your actions but your hurt weighed heavier then theirs did and you weren’t willing to compromise in ignoring the long days where you were left in the shadows of their plans because they didn’t trust you enough to not fuck up.

To Vax and to everyone, it seemed that whatever the Matron of Ravens promised you after you defeated the dragons, it was more tempting then anything they could offer in hopes of changing your view on them. The matron took advantage of your need to belong in means of getting herself a new champion, which in turn only made Vax more mad at the deity on your behalf.

“This discussion isn’t over.” He told you just as you were about to split off from the group. Again.

“For you that maybe true but for me it was over before the morning dew settled.” You told him coldly before dashing into Pyrah to aid the scrambling civilians with sound barrier breaking speed.

Vex could tell her brother was distraught and worried sick over you. Why? Because she just as worried for you as he was, Pike, Scanlan, Keyleth and Grog were too. They all were.

You were going down a path they couldn’t follow and that scared them. They couldn’t protect you from the danger if you always kept running head into it. “Give then time brother, death changes a person.” She told Vax but it only made him more frustrated. “We’re loosing them.” He croaked, “they’re slipping away from me like sand grains in a clenched fist and I’m too helpless to stop it.”

Vex wished she could continue to console her brother but the situation in Pyrah was getting worse by the second as they, along with you and the rest of vox machina were summoned to the catalyst of where the fiery demonic looking monsters were oozing out from.

Things only went from bad to worse as the first attempt to closing the portal didn’t work as more monsters came through, Keyleth’s father got hurt as a result of it. But soon enough fate decided to take pity on you and offer a little ray of hope as Keyleth pushed her way through into the fire realm that laid on the other side of the of the portal before managing to save Pyrah.

You stayed yourself away from the group as they talked with Keyleth’s father and began to think of the possible locations of the remaining vestiges were. Tal’dorei was massive and it could take more time then you were given to find them all before the entire land were to be reduced to ash, fire and death.