#and it's just cause... I wanted to say things to people and say it quickly

[fandoms-x-reader]

Defense System

Requested By: @space-dragon-ace

Oneshot

Summary: MC loses everyone in a crowd. To find the others quickly, they yell, "MC is a good for nothing human!" and wait to see what happens. OM! Cast x Reader Word Count: 851

You were apprehensive about going to this event in the first place.

You had just gotten back to the Devildom after being away for some time and you were still readjusting to the way things were down there.

But, your friends had all insisted on taking you to an event that occurred in the streets of the Devildom.

There were going to be tons of food trucks, vendors, shows and so much more.

They promised you that you would have a ton of fun ~ so who were you to refuse to go?

It was only after you got to the event that you began to regret your decision to go.

You had all shown up in a large group, but it seemed that everyone had their own things that they wanted you to experience.

All fifteen of your friends almost immediately went their own way, wanting to get something from a specific vendor to bring back to you or wanting to get you tickets to a show.

They were in competition mode and whenever that happened, you knew that it was hard to get them back on track.

There were tons of people surrounding you; and, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t see a single one of your friends.

You were a bit frustrated at this point, mostly because you had only agreed to go for them.

And, now you were standing in the middle of a crowd of demons, by yourself, unsure where to go or what to do.

You wanted to call someone on your D.D.D. but with how busy it was around you, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hear anyone even if they did pick up the phone.

You thought about using your pact to summon one of the brothers; but, you didn’t think you were at the stage where that was exactly necessary.

Especially since summoning could cause the brothers pain if it isn’t done properly and it had been a while since you tried to do it.

Unsure of what else to do, you decided to be a little mischievous and test your bond with the others a bit.

You took a deep breath before shouting into the crowd, “Y/N is a good-for-nothing human!”

You paused for a moment, looking around once again, but when you still couldn’t find anyone, you let out a small sigh.

I guess that didn’t work…

“Alright, who said that?!” Mammon shouted, suddenly barreling through people to reach you.

“Oh, there you are!” you said, relieved at the sight of a familiar face and completely forgetting about your little joke.

But, there were fifteen people suddenly rushing to your side who did not forget about what was said.

They each came to you, one by one, hot and heavy and ready to throw punches.

You listened as they each began to throw insults toward this imaginary person as they searched the crowd for who could possibly be the culprit.

You tried to interject a few times, wanting to tell them the truth, but every time you opened your mouth, you were interrupted by another angry person.

“Y/N, did you see who said those words about you so we could find them?” Diavolo asked you, concern in his eyes as everyone turned their attention to you.

You were holding back a laugh as your cheeks dusted pink from all of the attention.

“Sure ~ it was me,” you admitted and their faces turned from ones of anger to confusion.

“Why would you say that stuff about yourself?” Beel asked as innocently as ever.

“Geez, Levi, you’re rubbin’ off on ‘em,” Mammon pouted, causing Levi to look extremely guilty.

“Relax, everyone,” you replied, stifling another laugh.

“I lost you in the crowd and I thought it would catch your attention enough that you would come find me. Looks like I was right,” you explained.

“Well that was risky,” Belphie stated. “Satan nearly lost his mind,” Solomon agreed quietly.

You couldn’t help but notice how adorable they all looked, pouting at the prank you managed to pull off. 

“I’m sorry, really. But, I thought the purpose of bringing me to this event was so that I could experience everything with all of you. Not for me to stand alone in the crowd,” you added.

You could feel the tension in the air shift as they realized that they had left you alone and understood where you were coming from.

They completely abandoned you in the middle of this large event. No wonder you pulled that stunt.

They promised not to leave you alone again and they each took you to their favorite parts of the event, making sure that at least one person was with you at all times.

They made you promise that you would never try something like that again.

You had fifteen people who were ready to fight for you at the drop of a dime, and saying something like that, even if you were joking, would always set them off.

Because they cared about you far too much to let something like that slide.

[wcnderlnds]

i don't mind | peter maximoff

・❥・ summary: you're hungover and peter tries to take care of you in his own peter way ・❥・word count: 1.1k ・❥・warnings: alochol mentions, painkillers mention, maybe some swearing. ・❥・ authors note: bless my bestie @ldydeath for giving me the idea. she always comin' in clutch to help your girl. first peter fic in a week, i missed writing him (i say this as if its been a thousand years lmao)😭

Parties at the mansion were few and far between but when they did happen they were some of the wildest parties to ever take place. There was always too much alcohol involved causing people to either make the worst decisions. Like the time Scott thought the alcohol suddenly cured him (egged on by a snickering Peter) so he took off his glasses and blew a hole right through the wall into Professor Xavier’s office. Or the time Peter had convinced Kurt that he had a shot with Kitty so he went to try and make a move on her only to end up phasing through her and falling flat on his precious little face. Peter always seemed to be at the centre of everything because - thanks to his mutation - it took a lot for the alcohol to affect him so nine out of ten times he was usually always the most sober in the room. It wasn’t by choice because he definitely would be partaking in drunk shenanigans if he could. Instead, he just encouraged everyone else. That was Peter down to a tee – a bad influence but with his charm and wit he could always get away with it.

Last night’s party had taken its toll on you. That was completely Jean’s fault. She had dared you to do at least eight shots of Fireball in five minutes to catch up. You’d been late to the party due to finishing up one of your assignments for Logan’s class so she had insisted you catch up quickly. So, with the one brain cell you had left, you decided that was a great idea. It, in fact, was not. Once they hit, you were completely smashed, only worsened by the other drinks you kept finding in your hand through the night. To be honest, you weren’t even sure how you made it to your own bed but judging by the silver jacket wrapped around you, you guessed Peter had something to do with it.

Peter was your best friend, your best pal, the only person you would trust with your entire heart. Of course he was the one that had gotten you safely back to your room. Not that the others wouldn’t have but you knew he would have insisted it was him. Due to growing up with his mom and sisters, Peter always made sure the women in his life were taken care of. He would do anything for them and for you. He knew the kind of shitty things women had to deal with especially when it came to alcohol and being around other people so he just had to be the one to make sure you were safe. It always put his mind to rest. Not that his mind was ever really at rest. Trying to figure out what the hell was going on in Peter Maximoff’s brain at any given time was the world’s most unsolvable puzzle. Over the years you’d learn to never question him. It was best to go along with him – only calling him out when he said or did something utterly stupid which could be often.

With a groan, you rolled over, refusing to open your eyes just yet. Your head was already pounding with the massive hangover you were suffering with. The last thing you wanted was to be blinded by light. Instead, you snuggled into Peter’s jacket. His lingering scent making you smile. It was comforting to know that you always had him around to look after you even if he could be a pain in the ass.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead,” Peter’s voice rang out as he dashed into the room with a glass of water and painkillers in his hand. He placed them down on your bedside table opting to prod your cheek to try and wake you up. “Come oooooon. You can’t just bury yourself into my jacket like a hamster. I mean, I’m gonna need that back. Kind of my favourite jacket. Honestly, you should feel special that I even left it on your drunk ass. For all I know you could’ve puked all over it but that’s just the risk I take for our friendship, babe.”

“Peter? Shutup,” you sat up, finally opening your eyes to come face to face with your obnoxiously smiling best friend. “You talk too much.”

“Hey, the Prof said that to me this morning, too. Common consensus, huh? You should be used to it by now.” Without a care in the world, he jumped on the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him as he rested his head against the headboard, his hands behind his head. No shocker to anyone that he’d made himself at home without even asking. “Or is that pesky little hangover making you a big ol’ grumpy pants today?”

“I really hate the fact you don’t have to suffer like this.” Throwing the pills into your mouth, you swallowed them down with the water, settling back into bed. In a dramatic show of grumpiness, you threw your arm over your eyes to block any and all light out. “Wish I had the powers of transferring feelings so you could experience this torture.”

Peter laughed. If this was any other day, you’d probably be elated at the sound. You knew it was wrong to have a crush on your best friend but how could you not? With how he took care of you and always seemed so attentive to how you felt, it was hard not to fall in love with the silly speedster. Without even seeing it, you knew he was watching you with that fond, concerned expression on his face. It was confirmed when he gently pulled your arm from your eyes, sliding his hand into yours and lacing your fingers together. It was a simple gesture but it brought a smile to your face.

“Just to clarify, me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything. Not in that way. I mean… unless you want it to. That’s cool. I don’t mind. Just trying to be here for my very hungover friendorino,” Peter rambled, his soft eyes still gazing at you. He really did have the most expressive eyes. It was impressive how he could express a simple emotion by just looking at you. 

Snuggling into him, you brought your joined hands around you so he was holding you instead and laid your head on his chest. If he could get comfy then you could too. “Let’s just lay here for the rest of the day and we can unpack that statement later but… for the record, I don’t mind either.”

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[gem-de-lune]

Daily Vibe Check 11/4

Today is Seunghan Only. The vibe of the others was a little lingering, so I just had a longer interaction with Seunghan today. He is very, very sweet.

Seunghan's feelings today:

9 of Pentacles + 5 of Chalices + The Lovers + The Magician

Overall he is feeling very at peace with the situation as it is due to the abundance of support and things that have transpired. This is similar energy to the last check-in. Even though the 5 of Chalices depicts that "crying over spilt milk" vibe I think he means to say that while he is a bit upset it has come to this he will still persevere and not let himself get too down no matter what. His energy is very intentional, and he has done everything he can to get where he wants to be. Either way he is satisfied and prepared for anything thrown his way at this point.

So then I wanted to ask him how he felt about the upcoming meeting, to which he replied:

8 of Wands + 2 of Pentacles

He knows they are planning to make movements based on the decision made there. He knows they are leveraging 2 possibilities. However I get the sense that he too, also plans to make a decision upon that one being made and has again, already prepared himself.

Therefore, I wanted to reconfirm his intentions to stay a member of Riize to which he replied with:

The World + King of Chalices

So yes, he does want to and intends to first and foremost stay with Riize as he believes it is simply where he belongs emotionally and on a deeper level. He feels very connected to those boys. "These are my people" comes out.

I then asked him if there is anything he wants to say to those who love and support him:

Queen of Chalices + The High Priestess

Thede are words of comfort. He wants to say thank you for loving and comforting him and that he wishes he could do the same for you. He sees everything you guys do for him. He wishes to remind you that everything happens for a greater purpose, and to trust in the unknown even if it is scary. Things will be okay. I feel that these words comforted him so he wanted to share them with you all.

Also, i had asked him if there was anything else he had to say and he pulled the 6 of Chalices-

Which this card, if yall remember was a card i pulled yesterday when the door was closed. So he was the one who slipped that out lolol he meant to say sorry in a way while also identifying himself. He is very cute.

Since I am not doing all members I have pulled for SM today so we can get a read on their vibe prior to the shareholder meeting.

How does SM feel about Seunghan returning to Riize? Do they intend to do so?

(6 of Swords + The Empress) + Ace of Wands

To keep it short, they feel that it would be a wise and profitable decision both monetarily and to their reputation, even if their pockets were to take a hit for a short time due to the Asian fanbases. The Ace of Wands indicates a will to make things happen. They want to relight a flame that has been blown out.

Understand that wanting something and doing it are two different things, but this is a very good omen for our cause.

I then asked what events would be necessary for Seunghan to return?

5 of Wands + The Emperor

It's giving a war. Internally. There are people and groups that disagree immensely. But so long as the war is overseen by a powerful ally with a lot of influence on Seunghan's side, it is possible to persevere.

Lastly, I asked if SM would redebut Seunghan in any way if he did not return to Riize, and also if Seunghan would leave SM altogether if he did not return to Riize:

Knave of Wands + 6 of Wands

I have said it before, but this specific Knave of Wands card, normally depicted as "Page of Wands" is not positive when I pull it. It just never is. I think that if Seunghan did not return to Riize, SM will feel a bit ambitious and want to redebut him to keep his momentum going from fans, thinking they may follow him. But they will quickly realize that will not happen at all. Thus, this brings u to the 2nd question of whether Seunghan would just up and leave. The 6 of wands says that is a very likely scenario. This brings me back to the convo with Seunghan in which he said "he already has something planned" I think he knows exactly what he will do in the event that his return to Riize is denied and I think the reason why he will not be redebuting with SM at all is because he will not be with SM at all. And I think SM has no idea he is planning to do such a thing. He plans to climb tf out of that dungeon.

Final Notes:

I'm not sure what to say in notes today. I want to remind yall that everything we have been doing has made a difference, though. Every single ounce of effort expended has further spread awareness of this issue. This is truly changing and shifting something in the idol industry. I want this story to have the most perfect ending. And I hope the rest of you do too. So please, do not give up hope until the very end.

[alwaysthefool]

Orbiter of Bad Days (x Rafayel)

Synopsis: Rafayel accidentally puts you on the spot by asking you his views on his art

Warnings: OOC MC in the sense they’re a bit mean here, feelings of embarrassment, you had a bad day

Tags: angst, comfort, GN Reader, MC/Reader x Rafayel

It hadn’t been a good day. You had been yelled at by a random person complaining to the Hunter’s Association about a different hunter causing damage to surrounding properties while doing his duties. The government would compensate for it anyway, so why did you have to listen to that? After that, you tripped on the pavement, and were scolded by a passerby, who wasn’t even affected, for carelessness. To make matters worse, you had to attend Rafayel’s art exhibit in the evening as his bodyguard. You wanted to bail, but Thomas got to you first with a text.

“We need you here, there’s already many vicious reporters not on the guest list.”

That was just your luck. You quickly changed to a suit, befitting a bodyguard, instead of dressing fancy like you usually would when you went to these places with Rafayel. After all, you were employed by him, right?

You took a bus to the event this time, worrying that driving would end up in you getting yelled at by someone again, and surprisingly nothing went wrong on your way to the gallery, making you think perhaps your bad luck streak had ended.

You quickly met Thomas, who too frowned at your attire, but then shrugged. “Just… make sure they don’t reach him, okay?” He said, referring to the infamous reporters known to trick people into saying incriminating things. You wanted to ask if you could just kick them out, but they’d probably make a big deal about that too.

You couldn’t really see Rafayel anywhere, and you forgot to charge your phone so you couldn’t text him. I guess he’s getting ready for the event.

You sighed, seeing the hall fill up as Rafayel’s paintings were displayed in beautiful 3D layers by a projector on the stage. The reporters were impressed, capturing the scenes, and the famous guests that attended.

“But he’s a little late, isn’t he?” One of them spoke a little too loudly, making heads turn.

“He’ll be here any minute.” You replied, not even sure if that was true.

And that was when you became the target of the night for those two, a camera and mic shoved into your exhausted face.

“You’re his bodyguard, aren’t you?” The reporter’s smile was venomously sweet, but not exactly fake. He was happy to have caught such a prey.

“I… yeah.” You tried, and failed, to sound confident. I’m sorry, Rafayel. You thought, knowing you’d fall in whatever trap they set for you. Whatever though, you had been the villain for many people today, what was wrong with one more?

“So, what do you think about his art?”

“I don’t think my opinion matters here.”

“Actually, it does.” A familiar voice spoke. There he was, in a blue suit, walking towards you, turning all heads towards you.

You didn’t know what to say. The hall was filled with art graduates, people from foreign countries, geniuses, and him. How could you say anything that mattered more than what they were thinking?

“I think it’s aesthetically pleasing.” You murmured. People in the crowd hummed in agreement, and you wished Rafayel would just leave it at that.

“Is that all?” He inquired. You looked up at him, his eyes piercing your face.

Rafayel, I feel embarrassed. Please just shut the fuck up.

Maybe he sensed that, how could he not? He was excellent at knowing what you felt, but he didn’t say anything, as if he really wanted to hear what you had to say.

Fine, then.

“I also think… it’s ridiculous.” You weren’t really talking about the paintings. “You critique the ignorance of elites in society, but it’s funny because you’re being cruel right now.”

Rafayel’s face turned into one of concern immediately, and he tried to speak, but you continued. “Did you get tomorrow’s headlines, guys? Did you have fun, Raf?”

You wanted to take everything you said to him immediately. You were lashing out at the wrong man. Before anyone could see the tears that filled your eyes, you murmured an apology and ran backstage. This was probably the worst day of- well, just the month, and it was only the 3rd. You found a stair to sit on, behind the projector room, and cried with your knees folded. You were embarrassed. You made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone. You ruined Rafayel’s day. You-

“There you are.” You didn’t know when he came to sit beside you, but he was kind in a way you felt you didn’t deserve.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke in a cracked voice, holding your knees closer to yourself.

“What do you have to apologise for?” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him try to reach out for you, but then keep his hand to himself. “I shouldn’t have put you in that situation.”

“Yeah, no, you shouldn’t have.” You admitted, looking up at him with a tear stained face. “But it still didn’t make it okay for me to be rude about your art.”

You wiped your face with your sleeve, turning towards him. He had a neutral expression but there was a much deeper sadness in his eyes. He once told you that eyes don’t lie, and as long as your eyes are visible, you’d always be able to catch someone in one.

He was hurt, deeply.

“I didn’t mean it, you know. I was… I just don’t know why you’d ask me that in front of people you know would make fun of how uneducated I am.”

“No, you’re not-“ Rafayel wasn’t sure what to say. “Does it matter what they think? I think your opinion is the most important, and in this entire gallery, you’re the only one who matters to me.”

“Bet you say that to everyone you’ve been with.” You teased, and he hoped you didn’t see his red ears. He was grateful you weren’t taking him seriously, because would his words even make sense to you, who remembered nothing? But yes, he did only say that to everyone he’d been with, which was you, you, and always you.

“What other people think matters to me.” Your tone was soft, with hints of bitterness. “You wouldn’t understand, because you’re different. You think differently than I do. I… live on earth, and you live someplace I can’t reach. I see glimpses of it when we’re alone, I feel it through your art, but when I’m around people, I feel their words, their judgment, their voices, and I’m back on the ground. I start feeling small, and sometimes, I become someone you wouldn’t like.”

“Hey.” He pulled you closer, resting his head in your shoulder. “There isn’t one version of you I wouldn’t like. I like it when you get angry, and I like your ugly side. I like it when you lash out because you had a bad day, and I like all your little thoughts.”

“I like you too.” You rested your own head on his.

He smiled, his heart going several miles in a minute. He held your hand in his, tracing the shape of a fish with a heart tail. “Are we in my world right now?” He asked, not caring about the event.

“Yeah. And there’s no place I’d rather be.”

-x-

[purifiedclitoris69]

FreeFall

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x enhanced/devil!reader

Warnings: Violence, angst, death

Summary: Called to the devil and the devil said hey why you been calling this late? Based of It’s Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

In the dim-lit back corner of a smoky bar somewhere in Eastern Europe, Natasha Romanoff took her seat. She had just completed her first solo mission for the Red Room—a silent, efficient, cold-blooded success. Adrenaline still pulsed faintly in her veins, but all she wanted was a drink. The mission had gone perfectly, but something felt hollow. She looked down, absent-mindedly tracing a crack in the table with her fingertip.

Then a voice broke her trance.

“Long night?” it drawled, smooth as velvet, carrying a hint of something both ancient and knowing.

She looked up. You were there, leaning casually against the bar, seemingly out of place yet strangely belonging. There was something in your dark eyes, a glint that felt dangerous, alluring, and perhaps a little tired. The Devil, though she didn’t know it yet, dressed in shadows and sharp lines, exuding the kind of presence that made people step back without realizing why.

“Yeah,” she replied coolly, sipping her vodka. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“Let’s say… just a fellow traveler,” you replied, sliding onto the stool beside her. “I’m here when I’m needed. And it seems like you could use a little company.”

She tilted her head, intrigued but cautious. “Does that usually work?”

“No,” you answered with a smile. “But tonight, you’re here, so let’s call it fate.”

The two of you talked. She was guarded, careful with her words, but there was something magnetic, an unspoken understanding that drew her in. Maybe it was the way you seemed to know her—know what she carried, though she hadn’t yet told you a thing. She felt, for once, almost seen. You didn’t judge her, didn’t tell her she was young or foolish or destined for something better. You let her be. And as she finally drained her glass, you leaned forward.

“Whatever’s coming, you know you don’t have to face it alone,” you said. “You don’t have to be everything they want.”

She scoffed. “You don’t know what they want.”

“Maybe not,” you replied, your gaze lingering on her. “But I know what you want.”

She left that night, feeling your words sink deeper than she cared to admit, even to herself.

The next time you met, it was after Budapest, when she left the Red Room and a trail of betrayal behind. She was walking alone, feeling the weight of everything—the lives she had taken, the pain she had caused, and the unbearable memory of Drakov’s daughter. It was as if the shadows themselves swallowed her footsteps, and she slipped into an alleyway, pressing her back against the wall, trying to breathe.

“Hard to let it go, isn’t it?”

The familiar voice made her look up, and there you were, just as before, watching her with that same look, understanding yet tinged with something darker.

“It was necessary,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. But the words sounded hollow even in her own ears.

You nodded, understanding. “Necessary doesn’t mean easy.”

“Why are you here?” she asked, anger flaring as much as curiosity.

“To remind you that sometimes you just have to let go,” you said softly. “It’s called free fall. You don’t have to carry it all.”

She glared at you, almost daring you to say more. But then, just as quickly, she softened. The shame, the guilt, the weight she couldn’t put down. In that moment, you reached out, just close enough to brush your hand against hers. It was as if the world had tilted, and all of her struggles, her burdens, her grief—all of it seemed to lift for a split second. She knew it couldn’t last, but it felt like a glimpse of peace.

But that’s all it was—a glimpse. A fleeting moment before she walked away, vanishing into the shadows.

Years passed. She built a new life, found allies, even something close to family. But there was always that lingering ache, that shadow from her past, her guilt.

She’d been on the run for months, slipping between countries, ducking in and out of safe houses, a shadow even among the ghosts. The world had branded her a traitor for standing up against the Sokovia Accords, and now, with a target on her back, Natasha was alone in a way she hadn’t been since her earliest days. Tonight, she found herself wandering the cold, quiet streets of a small town in Norway, bundled against the biting wind but still exposed, still unsteady. And somehow, the weight of that loneliness drew her to you.

She crossed a narrow bridge, the soft crunch of her boots on frost the only sound in the night. And then, as if you’d been waiting all along, you were there—leaning casually against the rail, your dark eyes watching her with that familiar mix of knowing and mystery.

“Out here in the cold, Natasha?” you said, a faint smile playing on your lips. “You look like you’re chasing shadows.”

She shook her head, a huff of amusement escaping her. “Maybe I am. Guess you’d know all about that.”

Without a word, you motioned for her to sit, and she lowered herself beside you, arms wrapped around herself as she stared out over the dark water. There was a thick silence between you, a kind of peace she hadn’t felt in what felt like ages.

“Why are you here?” she finally asked, her voice soft, barely above the sound of the wind.

“Why are you here?” you returned, eyes glinting with a trace of challenge. “You called, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer, in her silence, in the way her hand shook just slightly, you could see it: she was fraying, the endless struggle wearing her down. She was the hero who carried everything, saved everyone, but had never been able to save herself.

“Even the Devil needs time alone sometimes, you know,” you said, a wry teasing smile playing on your lips, but your voice was soft, understanding.

She looked at you, and for the first time, a hint of realization flickered in her eyes, though she still couldn’t bring herself to fully accept what she already knew deep down. “I don’t even know what you are. But you always seem to be here. Like… you’re always just waiting.”

You gave her a measured look. “Maybe because you call me when you need me most.”

She frowned, trying to understand. “What do you mean?”

With a quiet sigh, you leaned back, glancing up at the night sky. “You’ve got a lot on your shoulders, Natasha. It’s a hard thing, giving all you’ve got and never asking for anything back. But you can’t keep trying to carry the world and forget about yourself.”

“You’re telling me to just… give up?” she asked, her voice tinged with a trace of defiance, though you could see the crack in her armor.

“No. I’m saying don’t lose yourself to all this,” you replied, your gaze unwavering. “Know yourself and who you came in with. You don’t have to give everything, not all the time. It’s okay to call on someone else when you need to. You don’t have to be everything for everyone.”

She clenched her jaw, resisting the truth she heard in your words. But then, almost imperceptibly, she softened.

I’m supposed to be a hero,” she murmured, her voice breaking just slightly. “But I betrayed everyone. I betrayed the people I fought for, the ideals I swore to protect… and now it’s like I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be.”

You listened in silence, letting her words sink into the night air. Then, with a quiet patience, you reached over, placing a hand on hers, grounding her, just enough.

“You’re not lost, Natasha,” you said, voice low but filled with something steady. “The world may have turned against you, but that doesn’t mean you’ve turned against yourself. Sometimes you have to let go of what the world says you should be and just… free fall. Find your own way.”

She looked at you, a flicker of sadness in her gaze, yet something else too—a glimmer of trust she’d never let herself feel with anyone else. “You make it sound so easy.”

You gave a small smile. “It isn’t. But sometimes the hardest thing to do is to just be, to let yourself fall without trying to control it.”

The wind swept around you both, carrying the weight of her thoughts. And then, slowly, her shoulders began to relax, her walls beginning to crumble, if only for a moment. She looked away, blinking back tears, her breath hitching as she allowed herself to be vulnerable in a way she hadn’t been in years.

“Why do you always show up like this?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “When I need it the most?”

“Maybe that’s the way it’s meant to be,” you replied, voice soft but filled with a kind of timeless certainty. “Or maybe, somewhere deep down, you’ve always known that you don’t have to do this alone.”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, her silent tears a confession of everything she’d kept locked away. You brought her hand to your lap gently interlacing your fingers. And you stayed like that, in quiet solidarity, two beings caught between worlds, finding solace in each other’s silence as the stars wheeled above.

“You’re too busy saving everybody else to save yourself,” you continued, your tone becoming almost a whisper. “And I know you can’t stop. But if you fall—if you free fall—I’ll always be here to catch you, even if you don’t want me to.”

The quiet of the night settled around you both, and for the first time, Natasha didn’t try to push you away. She didn’t ask what you were, didn’t demand answers. There was an unspoken understanding, something in her that finally started to let go, even if just a little, and trust that she could call on you without shame.

The night slipped by, and as the first hint of dawn broke over the horizon, she whispered, almost to herself, “Thank you.”

And you, a figure of shadows and eternal patience, simply nodded.

One night, much later after the blip, after she lost everyone, she found herself in a quiet bar on the outskirts of a city whose name she didn’t even remember. She ordered her drink and sat in the corner, the familiar pulse of adrenaline in her veins.

She didn’t expect to see you again. But there you were, in the back booth, already watching her as if you’d known she’d come.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, her voice a little softer now, a little more vulnerable.

“It has,” you replied, your smile just as faint, just as knowing.

There was a weight between you—a tension, unspoken yet undeniable. Both of you knew the rules. There was no room in this life, not for what she was, not for who you were. But somehow, that didn’t stop either of you from wanting, from hoping, even if only for a moment.

“Why did you come?” she asked finally, her voice almost a whisper.

You looked at her, a hint of sorrow in your eyes. “I didn’t come. You did. And maybe this is the last time. The bar closes soon, Natasha. Maybe it’s time, Natasha. Time to let go.” The words were soft but rang with a kind of finality, a recognition of everything she’d given and all that she was.

She wanted to say something—to ask if there was some way, some path forward for the two of you. But deep down, she knew. She knew that the line between you and her was too vast, too dark. You were who you were, and she was who she had chosen to be. So tonight was the last you’d see of each other. You both acknowledged it with a silent certainty as you sat and listened to her past and where she is now.

She didn’t need to explain further. She felt the weight of her decisions, the constant fight to keep going, to try and fix what was broken, even as she crumbled inside. And yet, here, with you, the quiet words started to spill out. She told you about Scott, about the hope of a chance, a plan that seemed equal parts madness and salvation.

You listened, watching her with that same dark patience, letting her words settle. And when she finally quieted, looking down at the table with the weariness of a soldier long past her battle, you spoke.

“It’s called free fall,” you said one last time. “You know how to let go. You always have.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she said. “There’s no one left to pick up the pieces if I don’t.”

But you leaned forward, and your voice was softer than it had ever been. “There’s always someone left, Natasha. You’ve carried enough. You’ve given all that was in you to give. Sometimes, falling is the only way to be free.”

She took a shuddering breath, your words hanging between you. And though she didn’t say it out loud, she understood. Maybe for the first time, she understood what it meant to let go. She nodded, forcing herself to turn away, the ache almost unbearable. But she took a breath, left her glass behind, and walked out of the bar, leaving you in the shadows, watching as she disappeared into the night.

You didn’t stop her, even though you wanted to. Because that was how it always had to end. And as she vanished, a part of you fell too, for maybe the first time in centuries.

And when the plan came together, when they all stood on the edge of an uncertain path with everything at stake, those words stayed with her. She remembered the quiet promise in your voice, the acceptance in your gaze, the gentle truth you’d offered her.

In the end, she jumped not out of despair but out of love. She let herself fall, not with resignation but with peace, knowing that sometimes, to save others, you had to let go of yourself…

And as she closed her eyes, it was your voice she heard, a whisper in the wind, carrying her down with all the quiet strength she had given to the world. For the first time, she felt truly free.

[pixitarot]

stray kids ideal type

🅽🅾🆃🅴: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ

bang chan:

chan wants someone who has gone through or is even going through hardships at the moment. he isn’t into someone who had everything handed to them. he finds an interest in those who are mysterious and perhaps introverted, aswell as those with a “dark” past, whatever that means to him. he seems sort of a fixer, it’s like he wants someone who he can save from their own mind. he wants to teach them and introduce them to new things and ideas. i guess you can say he wants to lead this person and lead the relationship. i don’t get that this is in a toxic way, its not like he’s in this machismo mindset. i think he just likes to feel needed, and feels satisfied being able to help those that he loves. he loves a challenge, so he might be into someone that doesn’t necessarily “tries hard to get” but are naturally a person that is hard to get to know and has their guard up. he would enjoy seeing the progress of him being able to open this person up. i don’t think he’s spiritual but regardless, i do think he feels like there could be a specific person out there for him almost like a soulmate. he’s definitely a one person type of guy. he would rather wait for the right person even if it means waiting a while, than to enter into meaningless relationships.

lee know:

minho is kind of similar to chan in thinking there’s one specific person is out there for him. however, i think he believes he has to go out there in the dating scene to find that person instead of just waiting around for someone to come by. he definitely wants someone who is creative, so it could be he would want someone who is in a creative field. this might sound odd, but i think he wants someone that is “pure” meaning, someone who doesn’t smoke, drink, drugs, etc . (nothing wrong with it that’s just what i’m getting) it’s like he wants someone that acts very professional/ appropriate on the outside. i get the feeling he would want someone that many people respect and look up to. someone who doesn’t care at all what others think about them. definitely someone who’s an extrovert or atleast an introvert who can easily act extroverted. he doesn’t want someone who is insecure and needs outside validation to feel good. he needs someone independent and sure of themselves. i feel like he can’t stand superficial people. he wants someone that is okay with his career. he’s going to be away from them for a while because of his schedules, and they need to be okay with that.

changbin:

it seems like there is a pattern with wanting to find the one lol. changbin is someone else who would rather wait for the right person than date just anyone. i’m kind of getting that he might’ve been heartbroken before? i’m not sure. he is another member who wants someone creative. he wants someone that has brand new ideas that they put out into the world. he can get turned off by someone who makes excuses on why they can’t do something. he doesn’t like those with victim complexes and can even get annoyed by this. he likes when they have the ability to go out of their comfort zone and face theirs fears. he wants someone who’s assertive and stands their ground, probably someone who would be a leader in their field. they won’t hesitate to go against those in authority. changbin would prefer someone who made their career their priority and he wouldn’t mind being put second. it could also be that he’s like that which is why he would want this person to be the same way. i’m also getting he needs to be friends with this person before he can even think about a relationship with them. i really feel like he needs peace in a relationship and wants no drama. someone who causes problems over trivial things will drive him away quickly. i also get that he might want someone that’s not shy when it comes to sex, like they aren’t afraid to talk about sex or to try new things lol.

hyunjin:

a pretty traditional man. i get the feeling that he might’ve had a good image of what a marriage looks like whether it’s because of his parents or just from those around him. hyunjin wants someone who has an established career, someone he can brag about to his family. almost like a CEO or something lol. doesn’t have to be. he would really want a relationship where they individually have goals and success. it’s giving power couple. he wants someone who uses their negative past experiences as motivation to be better. for example, if someone grew up in poverty, it would give them motivation to work even harder to gain wealth on their own. this is just an example and doesn’t necessarily have to exactly be that. he values communication in a relationship. if there’s an argument, they need to solve it together right away. he can’t be with someone petty, someone who gives silent treatment or is passive aggressive. he also wants someone who…makes time for him. yes he wants someone successful, but he wants them to make time for him and makes him a priority. he definitely would not want someone who was too much of a workaholic, he would get bored and would want to end the relationship. i think he’d prefer someone who is introverted, someone who goes from work straight home to him. it seems like he could get pretty clingy lol.

han:

i’m not sure if i’m picking up on a specific person or if this is just exactly what he would want in a person…but i keep getting him wanting someone who has gotten out of something difficult. it could be anything but for some reason im picking up on financial struggles. it’s not that he wants them to be struggling, he more so would like if they have healed from that. he would look up to them for overcoming these things. i’m getting this is kind of similar to chan, expect unlike chan he would like if this person has healed on their own instead of being healed with his help. he would find that commendable and it seems like he would wish he overcame that struggle in the way that they did? it could be that they went through similar things but is impressed by how they were able to overcome it. i’m not gonna lie, i feel like he would want someone who works with him or someone that’s in the same field as him. he likes when they have similarities. he has such a pure idea of love lol. almost like high school sweetheart vibes. he dreams of marrying someone. he needs someone who is dating to marry aswell. i do feel like his idea of love is a bit unrealistic, it’s like he would avoid conflict completely even if things are getting toxic so that they could have 0 fighting in a relationship, which is obviously not possible. he wants someone that thinks highly of themselves, someone confident. his reading was a bit confusing because i feel like im picking up on a specific person.

felix:

felix wants someone very motherly. someone cancerian. he wants to be nurtured in a relationship, to be able to feel like he can completely open up to them emotionally. i think felix has a hard time being completely vulnerable with people, maybe a fear of looking weak, or just him not wanting to “burden” others, so being with someone he can open up to would help him. i keep picking up on nurturing lol i really feels like he would value this. it would make him feel safe. he wants someone smart. i’m not sure if this means academically smart or just in general… i think he would just be attracted to someone who knows about a lot of things, or has different projects that they take on. he probably likes learning from them. i’m not gonna get too much into detail with this but i do think he would want someone religious. felix needs someone who won’t get up and leave the relationship the second it gets complicated. he wants to be able to do different things with them. i think he’d prefer to be in relationship with someone who he was friends with for a while, or atleast someone who he gets comfortable with quickly.

seungmin:

oof another member who is potentially talking about a specific person lol. seven of swords came out which is self explanatory. maybe there was some sort of betrayal in this relationship (if there was one). i’m gonna try my best to find out what it is that he likes and not about this one person lol. seungmin is very family oriented and he needs the other person to be the same. it seems like he wants to be a father one day. cute. yeah i got the “memory” card so this is definitely about a specific person lol. ANYWAY… he would prefer someone introverted, i’m not sure if seungmin is an introvert, but if that’s the case, he wants someone that’s similar. probably prefers at home dates than going out. also some that’s private, that doesn’t tell everyone their business especially not about their relationship. there’s also something here about fate…it seems seungmin is going through some karmic lessons. i wish i could add more but im not picking up on anything else.

i.n:

jeongin wants someone charitable. he wants someone that gives without expecting something to be given back to them. this is such soft and kind energy. it could be that he would want someone in a field that include helping others. he wants someone who doesn’t hold back from achieving their goals, someone who doesn’t lose motivation the second things get overwhelming. i also get the feeling he wouldn’t want someone that’s lazy. it does seem like he values independence in a relationship… so he would need someone who’s committed to their career just as he is with his own career. i’m also getting something about spirituality. i’m not sure if he’d be into someone spiritual, but whatever the case is, he wants someone that can trust their own intuition when it comes to making smart decisions. also, using the hardships that come along the way as lessons and motivation rather than use it as self pity. he wants someone who takes action and doesn’t just say they’ll do something and then not do it. i’m getting that jeongin would really be attracted to someone who trusted their own abilities.

[ko-existing]

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Ko, please, how do I stop being so desire driven? I’m not asking this as a lesson, but more like a genuine advice from person to person. I’m 100% this is what keeps me from truly seeing the bigger picture.

I tried many times to just let go and not care about outcomes or read the lessons thinking “yeah, this will make me get the things”, but I can’t. Even if I try to convince myself there’s something deep down saying I clearly still only care about the outcomes. It’s tiring not only because it keeps me walking in circles, but also because I experience episodes of pure joy cause “yes, I can get it, it’s easy” and then ones of pure depression thinking “this is bullshit, you’re understanding it all wrong and won’t get anything, deal with it. You’ll never get anything.” It’s always the extremes, you know? 08 or 80.

I tried to simply step back of everything and just move on with the knowledge I’ve got to see if my mind and thought process unfolds naturally and I stop feeling this incessant seeking for finally KNOWING true self instead of seeing as a belief, but I always end up falling on that depression phase and constant need for reassurance that “yes, you’ll get it”, but as you know, it never leads me to nowhere when I’m constantly reading, and asking, and seeking.

You say “step back and ponder” and say that when we encounter the silence it should be enough, but for me somehow is not and it frustrates me because logically should be enough, I mean, I’m literally being left with the nothingness, what else could I possibly need to understand, right?

I just wanna stop feeling limited, trapped and suffering and most importantly, I want to stop being the cause of all of this suffering. But I placed my desires as the ultimate happiness and this constant feeling of separation never goes away. Why is so simply to read and understand “everything is formless”, but when actually “practicing” and applying seems so absurd? God, I’ve been this way this whole year and I’m so sick of it.

To answer genuinely—you're thinking too much.

If you’re feeling caught in this cycle of extreme highs and lows, it might help to try sitting with your thoughts in a more observing way, which can give you a clearer view of what’s driving the whole process. And no, IT IS NOT A NECESSITY. It's a help to watch without getting lost in thoughts but it is NOT A MUST.

I've been on tumblr long enough to know what to expect from other anons reading this like "i thought meditation is not nevessary". No one is saying throw on an orange robe, head off to the himalayan mountains to sit on a rock in a cave, drink Bo cha, chew on Chülen, start fasting and chant " ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ" (om mani padme hum) around the clock like it's your monastic lifestyle job.

So, again, I'm not saying this is a necessity or a “must-do”. Meditating, or simply Noticing, can help you see your thoughts without getting so wrapped up in each one—nothing more. There are different options like listening to a guided one or just background music/sounds like rain. I personally like it. So, If it helps, it helps. If it doesn't, see what does.

I've also been on Tumblr long enough to know how quickly people start labeling everything as a “method” or a requirement, so just to be clear again: I’m not saying any of that!

The main thing here is to relax this intense drive for outcomes. You can actually start looking at these desire-driven thoughts as just “passing content”—and yes, this practice can help. When a thought like “I need this outcome to be happy” pops up, instead of believing it automatically, you could take a step back and notice that it’s just a thought arising out of nowhere and passing into nowhere. Watching thoughts like this reminds you they don’t define you and have no reality to them.

Also, see if you can bring your attention back to what’s here without needing to grasp, judge, or chase. Every time you relax that urge for outcome, you’re giving yourself a chance to rest in something that isn’t tied to outcomes at all. " ".

Experience what’s beyond the cycle of “wanting” and ���fearing.” Keep it simple, remember it’s a gentle, easy redirection rather than some heavy practice. Never force anything. If you don't want to do it, don't. And never overconsume.

[katzebruh]

Yo, hey man!

Accident Swap, does Marinette even *care* about Lila in your AU, or is she just another nuisance she can brush off?

Does Lila try to say Ladynoir is evil because of all the destruction, or does she go Canon Route with "Ladybug/Ladynoir and me? We're best friends!"?

Hey!

Marinette does care about Lila but not in the same way, she doesn't want her lies hurting her friends. In my AU they don't believe the bad things she says about Mari cause like- they know her. But like people often are, they give her the benefit of the doubt, and Lila is smart, she realizes she can't just lie about anything, especially since the class does actually know celebrities. She plays the long con game, having to take a different more subtle approach, she blames Marinette for making it harder for her to get what she wants. Marinette tries to keep tabs on her but there's only so much she can do, especially with her responsibilities, so there are people who fall on Lila's side, but none of them are Marinette's friends. (Kagami would never believe this girl over Marinette. I'm sorry, but no)

Lila pretends she's close with Mr. Bug in this AU, she has seen how Lady Noire isn't publicly loved as much and jumps on that, this is what gets her more popularity, since Adrien is a sweet boy, he doesn't want to publicly humiliate Lila, especially since it might draw Hawkmoths attention to her. In this AU Alya of course is start struck with the idea of Lila knowing Mr. Bug, but isn't irrational enough to place that in her blog to make her a target. So it just remains in their group that Lila told, Adrien coming as Mr. Bug to prove her wrong might end up causing more problems in his head. She does start spreading rumours to gain more interest from their friend group, jumping on the narrative that Mr. Bug had told her he doesn't really like Lady Noire, the public isn't really aware how much she does because it's the miraculous ladybugs that fix everything, so he must be the one in charge. Lila also spreads rumours that she has actually talked with Lady Noire and just insults her character, lying about how she doesn't care about Paris and that she generally was really rude. Lila doesn't actually care about the heroes, but she realized it was an easy way to get attention and trust from the classmates as long as she was careful about it, people are easily swayed by gossip and fear. Alya was on her side up until she was Rena Rouge, quickly deleted all the old theories Lila helped her come up with from her blog after that. (She becomes Rena after Lila is introduced in my AU).

I hope that answered the questions! I got a bit sidetracked while typing this, on the phone it's hard to scroll up and down without it glitching akdnlaf

[justpeaxchy]

'Orange Hues'

A/n: It's fall, what more can I say? Since it's my favorite season, I thought of this, so here you go! :) Warnings: mentions of Stoick's death, kind of short? Imo. Hiccup x !fem reader!

You weren't one to hate the wind as much. Especially when you had a dragon of your own. It was impossible to avoid the gale that rushed past you whenever you took to the skies, so you didn't mind it. In fact, it was most enjoyable that way. However, in your current situation, it didn't seem like one of your highly favorable moments.

You stood next to the Chief, arms folded across your chest, as you tried to ignore the ever-persistent current of air that blew against your hair, pursing your lips in annoyance. It was fine to experience that on your dragon with your secured helmet on, but having to deal with nearly the same conditions on land wasn't what you had hoped for.

Hiccup had came across another island, yet again, and he didn't waste any time in recording it in his map - or, at least, tried to. He needed a few rocks to keep the parchment paper down so he could carry out his intentions of marking down every detail his viridescent eyes found, a concentrated expression on his features as he continued to jot down as much as he could. Toothless, similar to his rider, didn't appear bothered by the weather, not even in the slightest.

'Who am I kidding, he's a dragon. He has scales, not hair.' You internally told yourself, playfully rolling your eyes at the Night Fury as he nudged your side. Your hand gently scratched underneath his chin, glancing at your own dragon who was laying beside Hiccup. It was funny, really. Whenever you two were together for longer periods of time, each of your dragons would go to the opposite rider. It stood true, even now, as Toothless grumbled in satisfaction, plopping down next to you as you gave him the scratches he silently asked for.

You glimpsed at the Chief, seeing his hand reaching up to pet your dragon's head as he finished up the last details of the map, glancing up one final time at the scenery around him before he sat up straighter, ignoring the wind that ruffled his auburn hair. "Alright, I think that's about it..!" He spoke, a carefree tone in his voice as he stood up and dusted his hands off. "We should probably be heading back now, I can't be out for long.." He remembered that he had to put away his map as your dragon nudged him, motioning his tail towards the paper, causing him to kneel back down.

You folded your arms, trying to hide the fact that you wanted to stay a while longer. Hiccup had become Chief a year ago after Stoick's death, and he couldn't go flying with Toothless to discover new islands as much anymore. It made you truly realize that he was the Chief now, and he couldn't run away from it this time. You hadn't came to terms with how much you actually enjoyed going on those small trips with him - whenever you caught him doing so, at least. He managed to get by today and take you with him to go for another one of those flights, despite his new schedule attending to Berk.

Things changed so quickly, and you barely had enough time to wrap your mind around it all that Stoick was really gone, that he couldn't be there to scold Hiccup anymore, that he couldn't be the one going to chiefly meetings, that he couldn't be the one to gather Berk together for a meeting, and he wouldn't be the one taking care of a whole island of people. That was Hiccup's duty now. With your help, of course. You watched him take on the new responsibilities as best as he could, but there were moments when he felt overwhelmed, just like he had been before he even became Chief. You were glad that he was able to take the time and bring you with him today for a small break from it all, but you both knew that there wouldn't be as many opportunities to do what you two were doing now.

You had to grow up.

"Well, it has been a bit windy.." You muttered, your arms still folded as the last bits of wind flew past your face, "..But, uh, you sure you got everything you needed on the map?" You questioned, speaking out the unsaid words of 'Can we stay just a little longer?' You hoped that Hiccup would understand what you were really trying to say, and yet, at the same time, you didn't want to distract him from the things he needed to do at Berk.

Your eyes trailed to the side for a moment, blinking at the orange and red leaves that were scattered across the grass. It only heightened the exquisiteness of the whole area, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't catch your attention. Slowly turning back to Hiccup, who was watching your subtle actions with a questioning gaze, you faintly shrugged. "Y'know... We could stay for a couple of minutes..if you want to. It wouldn't harm anyone.."

You observed the brief conflict on his face, assuming that he did have something to do at Berk already. You felt a little...regret, for asking now; If you hadn't asked, he wouldn't be placed in the spot of having to say no to something you both wanted to do, "Actually... nevermind, we can just--" Your words fell short as Toothless suddenly bounded over towards the scattered leaves, a delighted grin on his face as he purposefully ran through them, causing colors of scarlet and ginger to fly up in the air. Your dragon was soon to follow afterwards.

With a slightly gaping mouth, you witnessed two dragons begin to play with leaves. Before you could say anything, however, Hiccup was by your side with an amused smile tracing his lips, "Well, looks like we'll have to stay now; Toothless looks like he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon yet." He grinned, seeing your surprised expression, as he gently grabbed your hand and walked forward to where your dragons were, "Would you give me the honor of staying a little longer here with me?" He worded his question in a sarcastic manner, but you could tell he was making sure that you were willing enough to agree.

So, without wasting anymore time, you chuckled and pulled him forward, running towards the autumn-shaded leaves, feeling like a child again as you watched them fly over your head with a delighted smile, and trying to catch some as they fell back down again. Toothless must have done it on purpose, or he didn't know, but his tail had swung across a small pile of leaves right next to you and Hiccup, making you only see colors of red and orange for a moment. You couldn't help but giggle at the Night Fury's face when he realized what happened - at least, when you were finally able to view him.

Hiccup playfully smirked as an idea came to his mind, throwing even more leaves at Toothless 'in return' for his actions, but it only seemed to make the dragon more excited. Rolling his eyes at his best friend, the Chief turned to glance at you, snorting when he found a leaf still stuck in your hair. Trying to recompose himself, he cleared his throat and gestured towards your head, "You, uh, got something in your hair, Milady." He snickered, leisurely reaching out for the leaf, showing it to you right in front of your face as you realized what he meant.

You narrowed your eyes at him, seeing the teasing glint in his own. "I noticed something about your hair too.." You muttered, quickly extending your hands to ruffle his auburn locks, smiling to yourself when he stared at you with a gaping mouth, "It's messed up now... Or, actually, I kind of like it this way--" You were, once again, interrupted as your dragon suddenly came bolting past you both, chasing a specific leaf, causing you two to fall on the ground. Thankfully, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would, and you landed next to each other, unlike the many times when you accidentally fell on Hiccup's prosthetic leg.

Despite the cause for being on the ground, you couldn't stop the laughter that came from you, holding your stomach as you grasped in as much air as possible. Hiccup shook his head, recovering from the sudden fall as he glanced at you. He felt the corner of his lips tug upwards at the sight, sitting himself up with his arms as he observed the different colored leaves that surrounded your form. It looked like a perfect moment captured in time as he kept his gaze on you, making sure that he would remember what he had seen.

He was glad that he decided to stay, just for a little longer.

[an-even-older-friend]

But you know that posts like this of just saying extremely short things over and over may be funny. But they are ruining attention spans. And this may be random but I was thinking of it. I almost said a witty reply, but then thought. You know what? I have a better idea. I will warn everyone about the danger of doom scrolling. It has ruined attention spans. Sure jokes may be funny, but seriously, people don't even read all of posts these days. I can't believe it. I love a little joke here and there, but I just can't at this point. People, we need to start making these longer posts to increase attention spans, to save attention spans. Because, I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need I don’t care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is you. I don’t want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need, and I Don’t care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don’t need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace Santa Claus won’t make me happy With a toy on Christmas day. I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you. I won’t ask for much this Christmas I won’t even wish for snow, and I I just wanna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe. I won’t make a list and send it To the North Pole for Saint Nick I won’t even stay awake To hear those magic reindeer click. ‘Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you. All the lights are shining So brightly everywhere And the sound of children’s Laughter fills the air. And everyone is singing I hear those sleigh bells ringing Santa won’t you bring me The one I really need Won’t you please bring my baby to me quickly. I don’t want a lot for Christmas This is all I’m asking for I just wanna see my baby Standing right outside my door. I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true Baby all I want for Christmas is you All I want for Christmas is you, baby

[bibuckleykinard]

how many times do we need to learn as people that irony and hyperbole can be harmful because 'jokes' aren't easily distinguished from genuine thoughts and feelings until we stop rewarding people for speaking or posting about violence

like even if you're joking/don't actually believe that/think whoever you are insulting is bad/immoral/fictional therefore deserves it - ad hominem attacks always do more harm to the people who share those characteristic then the individual you intend to cause harm to or discredit

[gibbearish]

anybody else like. dislike the concept of putting the ways youre privileged in your bio in general

[bugflies00]

hate when people go Ooooh no your friends aren't annoyed with you thats just your brain being mean Brother i have eyes and also ears i might be oblivious but when we're 2 hours into hanging out and ive managed exactly 1 time to talk without having to be asked to shut up and my friends are clearly on edge to the point of snapping when i ask where the dishwasher is and when they explicitly go "i forgot how overwhelming and loud you are" thats not my brain making up shit theyre clearly annoyed like

[kittenfangirl20]

*Adam learned more about Pentagram City, the most common citizen was a fish/human hybrid, the second most common was cacaelia which was half human and half octopus, the second rarest were merpeople which made it was wonderful that both Adam and Vaggie became merpeople, and the rarest was the kraken, Adam loved his life in the ocean, he was greatly respected by the people and he had the love of his Lucifer, they would spend the day together ruling as king and queen, when the day was over Lucifer would take Adam to their room so he could make love to Adam, Adam would then fall asleep in Lucifer’s arms and tentacles, he wouldn’t be surprised if he became pregnant with their child*

?: So this is the whore that my husband replaced me with.

*Adam turned to see a cacaelia woman with long blonde hair with purple eye and octopus half was dark purple and black along with a sheer black gown, this was Lilith, Lucifer’s ex wife*

Lilith: I didn’t know you would get pregnant so quickly….. oh wait, you’re just fat.

*Adam felt anger build in his when Lilith poked his chubby stomach*

Adam: What does it say about your looks if Lucifer chose someone fat like me over you?

*Lilith was about to strike Adam when Lucifer grabbed Lilith’s wrist*

Lucifer: Why are you here instead of coming to see your own daughter?

Lilith: I just wanted to meet the new Queen.

*Lilith’s voice had that sickeningly sweet tone of voice that sounded so fake, Lucifer let go of Lilith’s wrist and swam over to Adam so he could wrap an arm around Adam’s waist*

Lucifer: Remember Lilith that you are no longer the Queen or my wife, Adam is my Queen and husband.

*they swam off leaving Lilith to stew in her anger, even though it was the middle of the day, Lucifer took Adam to their room, they kissed as they pulled off their clothes, Lucifer wrapped his arms and tentacles around Adam before gently sliding into Adam*

Lucifer: Do you want me to get you pregnant?

Adam: Yes, I want to have our child.

*before Adam would have found it odd for him to become pregnant since he was a man, now this was something he wanted more than anything because of how he loves Lucifer, when they finished they held each other*

Lucifer: Lilith doesn’t hold a candle to your beautiful, she is also jealous of the fact that you are a merman as well. I love you so much, Adam.

Adam: I love you too, Luci.

*Lucifer smiled because he loved it when he called Lucifer Luci, they guessed that Lilith probably came because the next day was the ball to officially introduce Adam to the kingdom as the new Queen, Lilith probably wanted to cause problems during the ball*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(The Pirate and the Kraken AU)

*the ship had been torn apart by red and gold tentacles while they chased the infamous pirate ship Eden, the ship was known for being staffed by exclusively female pirates called the Exorcists in spite of it being said that it was bad luck to have a woman on a ship and the captain was an equally beautiful man who was rumored to have a sea devil guarding him, the royal captain Michael struggled to cling to a piece of debris, he was the only survivor, sitting on the debris was a man with slicked back blonde hair white skin with red circles on his cheeks while shark like fangs filled his mouth, he wore black pants and black high heel boots, a white shirt that was half open and white jacket with red and gold accents, while the tentacles coming from back were no longer gigantic, he recognized the red and gold tentacles*

Michael: You’re the Kraken, the Sea Devil himself Lucifer Morningstar.

Lucifer: I have to keep telling everyone that I don’t like you chasing my future Queen.

*Michael gaped at Lucifer, he was planning on marrying one of the pirates on Eden, but Lucifer used his boot to shove Michael’s head under the water which made him thrash until he was dead*

Lucifer internally: Thankfully I have Charlie pretend to be a new recruit to the Exorcists so I can keep an eye on my rare gem.

*on Eden Charlie was in her human disguise being given a tour of the ship from a beautiful pirate lady named Vaggie, Charlie stopped in her tracks when she saw a man and a woman talking, the woman was the first mate Lute, but it was the Captain who held her interest because he was her father’s rare gem as he liked to call him, he was tall with short brown hair, he was dressed in dark blue, black, and gold there was a scar running through his left eye where he lost it when he started out as a pirate and he put a gold topaz in the empty eye socket, his remaining eye was honey brown*

Vaggie: Sir, this is Charlotte Magne.

*Magne was the fake last name she gave because Morningstar was the last name of legendary sea devil her father*

Charlie: Most people call me Charlie.

Adam: As long as you are willing to work you are welcome, my name is Captain Adam Kadmon, welcome to Eden.

*Vaggie finished giving Charlie the tour and gave her a job, while working she kept an eye on Adam since her father gave her the job to guard him while he found the potion to make it so Adam could live with him underwater, that night Charlie waited as Lucifer used his tentacles to climb aboard*

Lucifer: I have to see him Charlie.

*Charlie could tell her dad was deeply in love with this pirate Captain*

Charlie: He is sleeping, so it should be easy.

*Lucifer snuck into the captain’s quarters, he was struck by how beautiful the sleeping man was, he could tell by the thin sheet being the only thing covering Adam that he slept naked*

Lucifer internally: You are such a beautiful and rare gem, soon you shall be mine.

*Lucifer then leaned forward and kissed Adam on the lips as he slept*

Luicfer softly caressed his face, he couldn't wait for the day that he could make Adam his Queen.

He looked over his body that was only hidden by a sheet and Luicfer wished he could see all of him. He's been keeping Adam and his crew safe all these months since he laid eyes on the captain.

If Lucifer found out who took his eye he'd kill them too.

Lucifer: Soon darling.~

Adam sighed in his sleep, he was having such a lovely dream.

When Lucifer left he handed Charlie a map to the island where the crown was.

Lucifer: Make sure he goes after it alone once he's inside.

Charlie: Yes dad.

Lucifer left and now he waited for his love to come to him.

In the morning when Adam got ready for the day he felt so good. He felt even better when his new hire came to him with a map.

Charlie: It's said to lead to a very valuable crown captain.

Adam looked it over and smiled: Good work Charlie. We'll set sail at high noon.

[wild-at-mind]

Just remembering when I was waiting for bf to get his tatt done and looking at the magazines, they had one of those extreme body mods magazines which was interesting. I have never understood why people get this kind of body mod, but I'm trying to work on being more open minded. And from this magazine I can see clearly that the ethos is 'my body is mine and I should be allowed to choose to do these things to it', which resonates. And as a trans person I would hope I wouldn't forget that transphobes call transition 'irrepairable damage' and self harm. (I can remember watching those early 2000s documentaries where surgery for transition was basically framed as an extreme body mod to be looked at for shock value.)

So I'm looking at this magazine, all open minded like, and then suddenly one of the models (who was being interviewed for something else, like he had his dick split in two or something) just casually is like oh yeah I have tonnes of different types of swastika tattooed on my arm. And sure enough, then there's a pic of like...20 swastikas done in different ways all on one area of his arm.

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[kabutone]

people are so shocked when they learn about the absolute depravity of the world thats right in front of them. not that its Good to be desensitized to horrific shit but like i am not surprised. every new bad news thing that comes out i am not surprised. yes, they will ignore death. they will let you die without a second thought. i'm sorry you are only just now learning this.