#and that im madly intelligent

[odetolovers]

i love you really so very very much and you’re so very lovely and pretty and supportive and kind and funny and intelligent and soft and generous and you do the best job of looking after me that i could ask for and i love you i love you i love you

you when you compliment your problematic ableist girlfriend

[miss-conjayniality]

sugar baby heeseung (drabble)

word count: 372

warnings: dom fem!reader, sub!heeseung, age gap (reader is older than heeseung), aged up!reader, aged up!heeseung, themes of slight power dynamics

imagine sugar mommy!you and sugar baby!heeseung.

beneath your crisp, tailored, sophisticated ensembles is the most beautiful, luxurious lingerie ever. it makes you feel sexy, empowered, and good about yourself. heeseung is always so desperate to see it. whenever he looks at you, he sees a living goddess. to think that you’re hiding something so sinful underneath your beguiling outfits makes his brain scramble.

he’s madly in love with you. your physical beauty allured him, but your intelligent mind ensnared him. he loves having conversations about life with you. because you’re much older than him, he loves to hear what comes out of your wise, beautiful mind. just your mere presence is seductive to him.

he’s also highly into your money…..the way you went from rags to riches. the way you persevered through even the toughest of struggles life threw at you and with sheer strength and optimism. over time, you eventually felt a desire for a boytoy whom you could spoil and nurture your riches with all your heart….

that��s when heeseung entered the picture. the sexy 27-year-old who frequents the same coffee shop as you whenever you’re on break. that’s how you two met and since then, the rest is history. he is your pretty little prince. you love to dote on him, praise him and see how flustered he gets. you find it so adorable. his playful, impish mix of youthful charm and manly sensuality enthralls.

a fresh wad of cash sits in your hand and heeseung is highly aroused by the smell of it. you’re fully clothed, with your blazer unbuttoned to show a bit of your lacy lingerie.

heeseung is fully naked and bent over your lap, eager to take anything you give him. the wad of cash is caressed around his nose and then down his body. the power dynamic is indeed present, and it makes his cock harder than ever.

“you want mommy’s money? beg for it darling. show me how much of a filthy gold digging slut you are”

slapping his cock with a wad of cash, he winces at the sensation. “m-mistress…..I need it all so bad. I need both you and that cash. p-please I love you so much and will do anyth-”

you halt the dialogue by proceeding to spank his ass with the wad of cash and hearing those whorish moans of his, knowing that you’ll be depositing it into his bank account after this…..

ok yall i could TOTALLY see heeseung as a gold digging slut with a fetish for older women with money🙈🤭🥰and im OBSESSEDT with it

[techramonic]

Hey zeph <3, uhhh i know this is a freaky(👅)ask and i wanna apologize in advance, but i found your blog like a couple days ago and im kinda madly in love with you now, i dont even know if youre an adult or not or have an s/o but, you just embody the kindness and intelligence of daniel when he was alive, like reincarnate, youre just lovely, id pay you to spit in my mouth and more, fr.

ooh haha, thanks for the heads up and the compliments! very ececentric that it left me a bit taken aback, but appreciated nonetheless. I am touched that you think that i'm lovely and such other nice things. I look up to daniel, so this means a lot. I wouldn't spit on you though, moreso a friendly hug and a fist bump : )

[our-reality]

ok im so so so tired and physically cannot draw new art for them but RUBY AND JAVA MASTERPOST BABY!!!!!!!!! (for @smallartistocbracket)

uhhhh im actually not sure what im supposed 2 put here but wtv. uh

ig ill talk about ruby first

full name: ruby kitamura

age: 19

height: 5'8"

gender/pronouns: cis woman, she/her

orientation: panromantic asexual

race/ethnicity: asian, japanese

spark color: coral pink

personality: she's extremely friendly and bubbly, she loves talking to people and can make friends with pretty much anyone she meets. she's also particularly caring and patient, even to the point of self sacrifice. she especially prioritizes her relationships with her family and her girlfriend (who i'll talk about later) and she loves them all so much i cannot emphasize enough how freely she loves. she definitely perfers being close to people and it can come off as her being in your face all the time which. is somewhat true but she's very kind and respects boundaries when she needs to!!! she's also absolutely a romantic and she always sticks to what her heart tells her to do

relationships: uhhh she has a big ass family!!! she has 6 other siblings (ivyn, natsuo, rain, akira, paul, eve) and a mom who loves them all very much <3 she just has to work a lot in order to provide for them all but they make it work!!!!!!! mostly because ruby's like a second mom to all of them <3 uh she's also very good friends with python and swift. who are gods (ish)!!!!!!!!!! so that's pretty epic. she's a bit closer to python than swift since she more frequently trains under python but yeah :o) and then of course she's girlfriends with java!!! their relationship means everything to me

notable abilities: uh under my magic system she's an averager, which basically means she's born with a higher intelligence than most people!!! she's also trained to use a bo staff in combat and generally does extremely well with close quarters fighting that's epic

other: she has adhd cuz projecting and used to be a full time gifted AND sports kid whadda hell. she played tennis and volleyball and still knows how to play them pretty well!!! she has some trauma as well but we don't talk abt that ❤

and then java's next or smth

full name: java collins (also goes by aerith or cosmic sometimes)

age: 21

height: 6'2"

gender/pronouns: trans woman, she/her

orientation: demiromantic demisexual lesbian

race/ethnicity: white, ambiguously european

spark color: denim blue

personality: much more laid back and sheltered than ruby. she very rarely chooses to talk to new people, and if she does, it can take a while for her to really come out of her shell. when she does, though, she's very easy-going and sometimes sarcastic and absolutely loyal. no matter how much of a mess she may be she can and will stick by the people she trusts through thick and thin. she's also much more of a realist, choosing to analyze things from an objective point of view rather than sticking to any one ideal.

relationships: unlike ruby, she tends to prioritize her relationships with her friends over her family. and that's because her family life is kinda shit oops!!!!! won't go into full detail here but she actively resents her father and is not on good terms with her sisters so we're not going to worry about that. but uh instead we're gonna talk about her friends WOOOOO!! she's also friends with afformentioned gods python and swift, except this time she's much closer to swift and lowkey doesn't like python for a while lol </3 but she's also got her best friend from teenhood c+ and tumblr mutual requiem that she goes through weird ass shit with that's awesome (c+ and ruby also know each other btw). and finally like i've said there's her girlfriend ruby and they are so so so madly in love and they make each other better and oughfjdkelah(×[#&=(÷;

notable abilities: she's an averager just like ruby, but she has a bow and arrow as her signature weapon (get it. bo staff. bow and arrow. this was intentional). and as you might've guessed she's more so a long distance fighter which mean that they cover each others weaknesses that's so awesome

other: she's autistic which is also me projecting and also means ADHD AUTISM SOLIDARITY BABY!!!!!!! she's also an artist on tumblr and like. an influential one at that what the hell. she collects art supplies and is a scary jokes + idkhow fan and she also has trauma go figure (if you decide to follow me. which you totally should cuz im sexy like that. all my ocs have issues LMAO)

AND IF I NEED TO ADD ANYTHING MORE I WILL!!!! THIS IS A SKELETON OF A MASTERPOST BUT HOPEFULLY THAT'S NOT AN ISSUE LOL okay bye

[kuumara]

ok lets go

usually the original post is alright and its the comments that are weird, but not this time. bc i could say the exact same thing ab mcdonalds, that they would be disappointed crying pissing screaming etc when they see s5. i personally think more ronaldmcdonaldasses should be ok with a byler endgame, but if i said this they would all cry piss scream shit

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yeah, he did say he's scared of losing her. but as the saying goes that you've prob seen from alot of other stuff, "if you love something you're not afraid to let it go". so idk ab u but mike saying that just confirms that the relationship is toxic and if it continues it might even turn into an emotionally abusive one, IMO (its a pattern- ur anxious the partner will leave, u start being more cautious around them; even turn into a whole another version of urself u think the partner will like more (mikes lenora drip), etc etc. very stressful for u (mike) and also ur partner (el)).

"he's clearly inlove with eleven" idk it wasnt really clear to me when she offensively side-eyed him at the cabin and then he rolled his eyes or wtvr that was, which was literally the last time they interacted. not really madly in love healthy relationship of them tbh. and its EL not goddamn eleven that alone speaks volumes ab how much they care ab her well-being or character arc or wtvr their other excuses are (they say mike leaving her would crush her, but so would if u called her eleven in her face)

"it would go against everything we've seen in the show" i agree with this one. except, byler not being canon would go against everything blablabla 🤓 like, we've seen this happen before with steve and robin, this would just be even more bombastic.

then, the show dunks on homophobes all the time so Macabre canon would go against that too; and yes, it would be homophobic to use a gay character's CONFESSION and FEELINGS THAT ARE ALREADY CAUSING HIM PAIN to uplift the straight couple, making them happy married with 17 kids while the gay character is in even more pain and like dies or smth

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holy shit i thought yall were exaggerating when u said they actually think mleven is love at first sight.

1) the duffers wouldnt "suddenly scrap it", ppl have been finding subtext and set design clues since the beginning, since ep1. no its not delusions, its stuff for which there isnt any other actual explanation. it all makes sense, every subtext reference, every set design prop, every decoration on clothes- theres even an official st video on yt where the set design says she put triangles on robins clothes bc shes gay asf. Guess who else has triangles on his shirt (which he wears for majority of the show, might i add)? MIKE -but that just means he likes girls!! just like robin, to shut down any theories the fans made ab him liking guys!!! hes a lesbian😭😭😭

2) im assuming these are hard core fans, since theyre still in the subreddit and all that, and i dont doubt theyve seen the stranger things twitter account say they don't believe in love at first sight. so the writers=write the show. don't believe in love at first sight, it's just cheesy (infatuated) 12yr old shit. so, why would they include smth they think isn't real, unrealistic even? except if they're saying mike and els love isn't real-

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alright final one. the classic "yall delusional" argument. Nothing else to say besides we are seeing patterns and we are recognizing them. not my fault ur not as observant and intelligent🙄

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

man this movie was SO intense. absolutely love it. here are some thoughts.

so obsessed with the way violence is portrayed in the film, the camera always flinches and averts its gaze at the killing blow, it reacts like a person would. it makes everything MORE intense and hard-hitting. much like gao jianli who is blinded later, your other senses take over in the absence of sight. the sound of the axe hitting the chopping block. the choked-off scream. not only is it incredibly immersive, it's almost a small act of mercy. the viewer is not forced to watch. the victim's final moments are private, hidden from the audience, it's the smallest possible measure of grace. and the film is all about small mercies.

i just really like the camera work ok. there are shots that are totally still and linger on one subject while important things happen out of frame. it's so intriguing. its one of those cool things that ONLY works in film and i just think it's great use of the medium. i was like "damn i should try that--no wait im an artist i can't replicate that with paper."

the only thing i like about MORE than "sweet father-child relationship where they make each other better" is where they make each other WORSE. ok im being facetious but HOLY SHIT. yueyang's actor portrays the daughter of a tyrant to well. she is effortlessly regal. the sweetness. the childish cruelty. the cold-blooded intelligence.

i don't even know how to explain this. ok. so you know what scene where yueyang tells her father she refuses to marry her suitor, and ying zheng replies it treason for a subject to disobey their king, to which she replies tearfully "I am not your subject, I am your daughter." and then he hugs her and says fondly: "you stupid child..." like. this is a VERY specific phrase that parents use. when he said it, i heard my own father's voice. this is immediately followed by "don't you know you are my property too?" the intensely familiar followed by the utterly alien. the way love, politics, power and control are all woven together. the king is the father. the father is the king.

the pacing of the second half is feverish and borders on melodrama. things are thrown at the wall, and not all of them stick. you're sitting there thinking to yourself "what the fuck just happened?" and then SOMETHING ELSE fucking happens on top of it.

ying zheng is portrayed as almost too perceptive and intelligent, like he's peeked at the script. it's an interesting direction to take, especially the part where he sees through the mystics' bullshit. but he seems too modern at times. i would have liked to see the beginnings of the despot slowly taking root, the paranoia, the delusions of grandeur, the phobia of death, growing stronger with each successive assassination attempt.

my biggest critique is the characterisation of gao jianli. theres some ODD choices being made here. for me, the inconsistencies do not read as "conflicted character" it's more like "conflicted director." for a famous musician, Gao Jianli is remarkably one-note at times and his personality seems to yo-yo madly between catatonic, cowardly and suicidal. this could have been very candid and realistic, but the weird pacing just throws everything off. Compared to hua tuo and cao cao, hua tuo's characterisation is clear from the start and his flaws e.g. arrogance and capriciousness--are consistent and well-telegraphed.

[eggbagelz]

OUUUUUUUGH DO YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO THE KILLJOYS.

dr death defying is my fav but the way u jus described motorbaby..... she might take the crown....

okok now i gotta ask- what r ur fav hcs abt any of the killjoys? or what hcs are so stuck in your brain that theyre practically canon to you??? i love ur killjoys sm please i would love to hear you ramble abt them >:]

OH WELL SINCE U ASKED

Actually I've been wanting to talk abt my hcs for a while so THANK U FOR THIS TEE HEE

Anyway! I think like. My interpretations [or hcs i guess] of the 'joys is a lil nonstandard in some ways bc i took the blank slate of their personalities and ran with it GSJSH [so these are all like. Canon to me. Basically. Sorry gerald u never gave ur apocalypse ocs personalities so theyre mine now] basically like. I have some v set hcs on their personalities and main characteristics as a whole

SO!

I like to think that fun ghoul is like. While hes v v chatty and more than a little mischievous hes also EXTREMELY perceptive to the point it's unnerving, and while hes not v good with his own emotions he's fucking insanely good at picking up other people's, as well as like. Tiny details and shit that others wouldn't have noticed. Hes still an idiot tho godbless GKEHSJ. Hes the number one mad gear fanboy. Hes good w explosives but crap with other tech.

Kobra. Ohohohohohohohoooo kobra. Ppl like to hc him as v stoic [which im not implying is a bad hc at all btw!!! Just an observation] but i like to thing hes EXTREMELY emotional and p unpredictable. A v shoot first ask questions later type, and deathly afraid of being percieved as cowardly or weak. Absolutely GARBAGE shot, which is why he has stun gloves. Practically the fucking tech whisperer.Official motorbaby wrangler. Gets astronomical amounts of ass but is terrified of feeling any romantic emotions.Half Japanese, he and poison are fraternal twins!

POISON! Also extremely emotional but has it under sliiightly better control than kobra [lol. "Control." How full's that bottle ur filling ur feelings with now pois?]. Very very good w tactical stuff and planning, likes logic and such. Also v flamboyant and enjoys colour and the life of the zones. Prettiest 'joy in the zones, seriously. Talks a LOT but has absolutely no fucking filter. Extremely sex positive.Abt as emotionally intelligent as a brick. Also half japanese ic the they and kobra being twins thing didnt make it obvious GDJDDJ. Terrified of death but doesnt know it. Romatic feelings for jet are approximately the size of the continent of asia

Jet jet jet jet jet. My sweet girlboy. Lost his entire family in a shootout against bli when he was 14 and now suffers from "i have to keep everyone i love safe at all fucking costs so help me god" disease so bad that its actually a reflex now. Took care of motorbaby the most when she was an infant. Best shot in the zones GODBLESS. Hes got an eye [ha] for beauty and appreciates p much everything the world has to offer as best he can. Trying to be an optimist despite his horrendous anxiety disorder. Spanish is his first language! Doesnt talk much and thinks carefully abt what he says before he says it. Madly in love with poison but has carefully filed that away under "n" for "never touching that ever"

Motorbaby. Stuck halfway between "extremely unchildlike behavior" and being a regular weird little girl. Far too used to violence. LOOOOVES big robots so much her favorite toy is an old mecha action figure ghoul fixed up for her. Impossible not to love, seriously. ADORES her big brothers. High energy but also burns out quickly and has to nap a LOT. Picked up some of the languages the fab four speak aside from english [spanish, italian, and snatches of japanese] but in the manner that means she knows how to swear in four languages. Veeery small

Jet and ghoul are desert boys [tho ghoul wasnt born in the desert and was smuggled out of bat city by his dad when he was a toddler], while kobes and poison are cityboys [escaped when they were both 13]. Jet's the oldest, ghoul's the youngest

I also have some ideas abt zones culture but aside from the talk abt bigotry probably still being rampant in the zones thats smth im saving for my roadtrip au fic tee hee

[theascent]

☼☾ ( jessie mei li , 25 , she/they, cis female , merian 6) - have you seen CLARISSA MERIAN?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re FREE-THINKING but also STUBBORN. when you think of them , you think of FEMININE HANDS WRAPPED AROUND THE COPPER HILT OF A SWORD, THE DISPLEASURE THAT COMES WITH WEARING THE CROWN, and LONGING TO BE SOMEONE YOU ARENT.

rank does not confer privilege

name: clarissa merian title: princess; half sibling to the merians age: 25 pronouns: she/they gender: cisgender female nation: switzerland orientation: bisexual/biromantic

or give power

hair: dark brown, nearly black; wavy height: 5 feet, 2 inches eye color: dark brown positive traits: lionhearted, individualistic, steadfast neutral traits: absentminded, competitive, uninhibited negative traits: excitable, strong-willed, loquacious love language: physical touch, words of affirmation vice(s): envy, pride likes: riding horses, fencing, swordsmanship, marksmanship, the color purple, fruit (specifically berries of any sort), seeing the ocean, reading, feeling the sun on their face, desserts, stargazing, knick knacks. dislikes: the thought of marriage to anyone but him, winter, dancing, being alone, thunderstorms, simplicity, waking up late, tea, anything that doesn't come naturally to them.

it imposes responsibility

clarissa despises established roles. she always has. as a woman she must be knowledgable, but not too intelligent. they must have a level head upon their shoulders, but must be willing to obey her partner's commands. speak your mind, but not too loud. "a princess' place is on the throne, not horseback." play the pianoforte. twirl in pretty circles. enjoy needlework. they find it all so mundane. their interests lie in political discussions. on the battlefield. her parents believed it to be a phase. she would climb trees with her elder siblings. slosh around in muddy lakes. sit in on the fencing lessons of their brothers. to their parents' displeasure, she quickly picked up on sparring and marksmanship...to her own, she excelled in dance and the visual arts. clarissa was just...exceptional. they'd make a fine wife, they'd been told so on numerous occasions. and yet, she had no interest. after the bourbons' attempt to oust her family, she knew where her priorities lie. she wants to be free. free from the confines of her role. free to marry whom they choose. she wants to protect those around her. heavy is the head that wears the crown, and clarissa desperately wishes to trade their diamonds for daggers.

im not interested in preserving the status quo

☼ her father is the late king, but her mother was of poor chinese ancestry. despite not being her biological daughter, the dowager mother treated clarissa like her own. she personally saw to their education, even after the death of her husband. ☼ their fear of thunderstorms stems from being left by their mother on the kingdom's doorsteps at the age of five. ☼ in france, she wishes to find purpose. in switzerland, they have an established place. a goddamn role. while still a princess in france, it's different. the people are different, many of them strangers. she's still clarissa merian, but in the presence of sultans and queens, a princess is hardly deserving of adulation. ☼ they're hopelessly, madly, irrevocably in love with their guard. rejecting any and all potential betrothals is of upmost importance. they could never gain approval to marry into such a status. and selfishly, they hope he'll never find love with anyone. ever.

i want to overthrow it

political betrothal: clarissa does not want you, and perhaps you don't even want them. will you both attempt to prove to your families that this match is doomed to fail, or will you make it your mission to convince her that this marriage must go through? preferably a bourbon to secure political ties, but i'm not too picky! coach: unable to undergo formal training in activities outside the realm of a typical princess, clarissa often seeks instruction from unofficial educators. and it just so happens she comes to you.

[venusianpoet]

urânia e apolo

ela é pequenina minha florzinha rara mais delicada quando damos as mãos a dela se perde na minha e ela sente-se segura por saber que tem meu coração guardado entregue para sempre entre suas mãos suas pequenas mãozinhas delicadas como as de uma anjinha o brilho dos seus olhinhos translúcidos e encantadores como um par de cristais azuis de um tom turquesa celestial perco-me a vida inteira em seu fascínio e mistério como o mar os olhinhos do meu amor transmitem tanto a calmaria serena das marés quanto a imprevisibilidade das correntezas revoltas do seu gênio maduro e por vezes rebelde

meu amor tem vinte e poucos anos mas sua sabedoria excede de todas as mulheres a maioria em nosso convívio ela é atena quando performa e exercita com maestria todos os dotes de sua inteligência precoce, rara, incomparável e inigualável ela é também afrodite sob os lençóis de nossa cama a me amar tão doce e loucamente com a ternura e a ousadia com todo o carinho e com uma sensualidade ardente digna de uma vênus de milo

minha pombinha é regida por vênus assim como uma minerva libriana tem como signo solar uma balança vênus também rege a minha vida sob o signo solar de touro somos dois amantes incorrigíveis ela como libriana detém um senso estético refinado elegante por natureza executa a diplomacia por excelência eu sou prático, carinhoso e amoroso um eterno amante ideal bem como o modelo perfeito para um pai de família entre quatro paredes podemos dizer que nossa libido é incontrolável permanetemente apaixonada de um apetite insaciável

minha pequena é atena em nosso convívio pessoal se revela uma afrodite em nossa intimidade é minha musa grega mais nova filha de zeus e mnemósine minha urânia a ninfa pastoral mais bela que conquistou meu coração quando do monte grego hélicon como o poeta hesíodo inspirado de um transe musical, médico e agrário ao pastorear minhas ovelhas nos prados incorporei o deus grego apolo e além do fascínio do canto de urânia que me alvejou e feriu como uma flecha de amor me encantando para sempre ganhei também domínio sobre o sol e sobre tudo o que acontece debaixo dos céus de zeus urânia me ensinou a lê-los revela-me na origem todas as lembranças ocultas do cosmos inspirou o surrealismo na minha arte iniciou-me em todos os segredos dos astros e das estrelas juntos somos os pais de lino e orfeu e para sempre, minha urânia como zeus e mnemósine queiram sejamos apenas você e eu

rio de janeiro, 15 de dezembro de 2O24.

urania and apollo

she is tiny my more delicate rare little flower when we hold hands hers gets lost in mine and she feels safe knowing that she has my heart kept delivered forever between her hands her small hands delicate like those of an angel the shine of her little eyes translucent and charming like a pair of blue crystals of a celestial turquoise tone i lose myself my whole life in their fascination and mystery like the sea my loves little eyes transmit both the serene calm of the tides and the unpredictability of the turbulent currents of her mature and sometimes rebellious genius my love is in her early twenties but her wisdom exceeds most all women in our familiarity she is athena when she performs and exercises with mastery all the gifts of her intelligence precocious, rare, incomparable and unmatched she is also aphrodite under the sheets of our bed loving me so sweetly and madly with tenderness and boldness with all affection and with a burning sensuality worthy of a venus from milo

my little dove is ruled by venus just like minerva her sun sign is a weight scale venus also rules my life under the sun sign of taurus we are two incorrigible lovers she as a librian has a refined aesthetic sense elegant by nature exercises diplomacy for excellence im practical, affectionate and loving an eternal ideal lover as well as the perfect model for a family father between four walls we can say that our libido is uncontrollable permanently passionate with an insatiable appetite my little one is athena in our personal life she reveals herself to be an aphrodite in our intimacy she is my youngest greek muse daughter of zeus and mnemosyne my urania the most beautiful pastoral nymph who conquered my heart when from the greek mount helicon like the poet hesiod inspired by a musical, medical and agricultural trance while herding my sheep in the meadows i embodied the greek god apollo and besides the fascination of uranias song which shot and wounded me like an arrow of love enchanting me forever i also gained dominion over the sun and over everything that happens under the skies of zeus urania taught me how to read heavens reveals to me in the origin all the hidden memories of the cosmos inspired surrealism in my art initiated me into all the secrets of celestial bodies and the stars together we are the parents of lino and orpheus and forever, my urania as zeus and mnemosyne wish let it be just you and me

rio de janeiro, 15th december 2O24.

[learningourlovelanguage]

The future is plagued by smart asses. Kids are going to be ashamed of their own emotions. Life will feel so unattached, and life will be so unconnected. Emotionally and spiritually ignorant, artificial intelligence like humans who dominate social platforms invalidating anyone’s feelings. If you feel, you lose. There’ll be a massive takeover of new rules to live by causing constricted thinking. To be human is to be like a computer in the future… Love nor language will no longer be as we’ve known it to be, it’s quite tragic but hopefully social media will save- oh wait, well hopefully school will save- oh wait, the politicians will- oh wait, friends and families will- oh wait, music and art will- oh… wait… day by day the future is coming to strip us of our freedom and what makes us human. External sources to solve an internal problem. Everything you experience will be little to nothing in the eyes of others, where did the empathy go? Why is it that such beautiful and chaotic sentiments must be numbered and cataloged by minds with no hearts? Why should the future be any less relatable than the present already is? We were mad and that’s what makes us human. We, now madly desensitized, on the edge of falling into fire. A small stepping stone to improve my life, taking a chunk out of my own heart and wallet for no good reasons other than to feel like a participant… what is wonder?what is love, this is the year 2030… Programming people to no longer think creatively, to no longer have feelings, to no longer share your food, to no longer reach for your own potential… Just consume all the information you need to function accordingly to how a cyborg would live. Let’s label each individual based of job, status and choices because these things are definitely the most important things in life, right? Wrong. So very wrong. The future won’t lift a finger to align feelings with reason. Im just leaving this here because I called that people will fight about gender roles back in college but I don’t have any proof so yeah…

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

"I always get sentimental over vegetables, and there's just something about brocoli that makes me open up about it." He was teasing, just as playful as Wren was going him. "But I do mean it, seriously I do. And im really happy that you came over."

The gentleman touch of her warm fingers dancing against his skin and then brushing through his beard, his gaze soft as he studied her. "I disagree on that because you are undoubtedly out of my league. You're insanely intelligent, easy to talk to, and spend time with is just so natural. And my life is nowhere near together, but I want it to be, and I want that with you, for as long as you'll have me." His lips quirked into a warm smile as he listened to her wants from their relationship. "I want more with you and I want to tell you that I'm deeply, madly in love with you."

"Hm, I think you've been hanging out with Street and Luca too much for me to believe you're that bad of an influence. Honestly, those two are like giant six year old's who have access to adult money." Deacon was joking, of course he was. He loved both of them as brothers and not just because they were cops and brothers in blue. They had always been a family inside and outside of work, and Wren was equally part to it. "You're the special one, crazily beautiful, so independent with a great sense of humour. You're definitely out of my league."

"You got something for me? You know I'm going to love it. Even with that look, you've got in your eyes." Playfully, he narrowed his eyes to emphasise his point until he was literally silenced with a quick kiss. "Actually, there's been something I've been meaning to bring up." He wasn't ending whatever their.....situation was as he finished his glass of wine, a little Dutch courage as they would say. "I've been doing a lot of thinking about us and whatever this version on us is and...." Clearing his throat a little as he chose his words carefully. "I don't know what to call us right now, but I know i want more than just this. With you."

[bookingblock]

Oh wowee! I have no fucking clue whats going on!

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Eros headcanons pretty please????

As the god of love, I know that you and I are soul mates and made for each other. - Eros.

❝💗— lady l: here it is, anon's. I don't know why it took so long to make, but probably due to my procrastination lol. I received two requests from a yandere Eros and I incorporated them together in this headcanons, it has a bit of nsfw as it is the Eros yandere baby, except for the part where he is described as a platonic yandere. Anyway, I hope you like it &lt;3

💗 2nd request: Could I request some Yandere Eros headcanons, please? He is one of my favorites. ♥️

❝💗 tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, physical aggression, dub-con, (im)explicit non-con, mention of murder and torture, unhealthy relationship, light nsfw, public display (?).

❝💗 pairing: yandere!eros x gender neutral!reader

The god of love had never really fallen in love. What he believed was love was just his most primal desires speaking, his lust taking over his senses and his desires. Eros never loved anyone unconditionally and he believed he never would, until he met you. And it was the best thing that had happened to him since he could breathe for the first time. There you were, so ethereal and so innocent, his sweet and innocent love ready to be broken by the overwhelming passion of the god of love and eroticism.

Eros was completely stunned by you and he didn't know why, honestly. Of course, yes, you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen but you were so much more, there was something more about you that captivated him. Your beauty is just a complement, because that ''something more'' was what really made him interested in you. And maybe that was your downfall.

The god wanted you and he would have you, simple as that. It doesn't matter if it's a romantic or platonic obsession, he'll still have you. And he won't mind having to force you to get what he wants, interpret it however you want, they're all right. Eros will use every means available to make you his, you can resist as long as you like, but you will belong to the deity in the end.

He'd rather not be forced to force you to be with him, he really does. But you need to understand one thing: he doesn't handle rejections well. Eros will not accept if you reject him, despise him as if he were nothing. He will use his arrows on you without any hesitation. If you don't love him willingly, then you will love him by force. He doesn't want a puppet, but if it's the harm he needs to do for you to be his, then so be it.

Eros would shower you with expensive and extravagant gifts, he would pamper you without any kind of restraint. You will almost always be covered in jewels and dressed in the most expensive silks money can buy, in this case what a greek god can buy. The divinity will spare no effort and expense to make you feel how deep is the love he feels for you. Presents won't be enough for him, every day with Eros will be like a romantic movie, with him being a true gentleman, opening doors for you, whenever you go to make love he will make sure you are comfortable and the mood is completely romantic and erotic. That is, of course, if you are an intelligent person and accept being obsessively loved by the god of love.

The god would be what can be said "a perfect boyfriend", he is everything that many girls and some boys dream of, a faithful and loving boyfriend/lover whose eyes are focused on only you. No one is interesting and important enough to retain the attention that Eros pays, attention that is only given to you. He loves you, or at least he believes he loves you, and if you're a smart girl/boy you'll know how to use that to your advantage.

Eros is extremely and madly possessive and jealous, heavens, he is jealous of everything and everyone, you will never be safe from the jealous tantrums that come followed by the god's rage. No one is safe from the god's wrath when he is jealous, not even you. Eros will scream, beat, threaten you and whoever made you jealous. He will kill that person in a slow and painful way, torturing them and sending them to the depths of Tartarus to be a little more terrified and then he will turn to you. He would take you where you are, it doesn't matter if it's in private or in public, you will be forced to part your legs and he will enter you without any kind of preparation, taking you hard right there. It doesn't matter to him if you don't want to, he'll take you anyway. But if you deny it, it will only make him angrier, which will lead him to be harsher and rougher with you.

Eros would feel guilty for having forced and hurt you and he will try to compensate for his actions by being obedient and submissive to you. He's not ignorant or dumb, he knows what he did is inexcusable, but he's delusional enough to think that just doing what you want is enough for you to forgive him for hurting you so much. And if you're a stubborn girl/boy, he has other ways for you to forgive him.

The god is quite protective, but not suffocating in that sense. He does fear you'll get hurt, but he doesn't want you to think he's a stalker, because he's not one. He will watch over you from afar without you knowing and will rarely intervene, only if necessary. He doesn't want you to fear him, at least not too much.

In a more platonic way, Eros wouldn't be much different from what's been described to you, except that he'll be more protective of you, especially if you're a child. He would be most involved in everything you do and would try his best not to scare you with his yandere tendencies. Eros would be a very loving and protective daddy, brother or friend, loving and caring for you. You wouldn't be allowed to be romantically involved with anyone, Eros sees you as a baby and babies don't do that kind of thing, right? Any possible suitors who approach you, Eros will be quick to get rid of them. He would spoil you just as much or even worse, after all, you are his baby.

Denying Eros is not a wise decision, he is vindictive and his emotions are extremely strong, especially love and anger. He would try to be patient at first, not wanting to scare you too much, but if you keep denying him he will be tougher in his advances. Eros doesn't want to use his arrows on you, he doesn't like the thought of you being a puppet in his hands, ready for him to play any way he wants. But he doesn't have infinite patience, you know, he will use his arrows on you only if absolutely necessary and depending on how desperate for your love he is. And believe me, Eros is very desperate for love, for your love.

Eros is dangerous, one of the most dangerous yandere gods in the entire pantheon, because he is easily overwhelmed by his emotions and has no control over them. The god will have outbreaks of anger and jealousy easily, he will hurt you in any way he can, but when he regained his senses, he would realize what he did and try to compensate for all the damage he did to you, but it won't be enough, isn't? Eros can be manipulated and controlled, yes, if you knew the power you had over the god, you would never be in danger. Just be smart enough and play your cards right and maybe you'll walk away unscathed, but with a god obsessed and madly in love with you.

[afuckinggoddess]

My favourite affirmations <3 (pt.2)

I am the best version of myself.

This is my world.

I am limitless.

Everybody wants to either be me, look like me or be with me.

Everyone loves me.

Im an angel.

My aura is damn attractive.

I am living my desired life.

The law can never fail me.

I manifest everything that I want.

I have an amazing self concept.

Life is so amazing for me.

I have my desired everything.

I am the main character.

I never had any scars in my skin.

I am my favourite person.

I love being the most perfect and most powerful in the whole universe.

I am more powerful than the multiverse.

My subconscious manifests my desires faster than the speed of light.

FOR GOOD GRADES :

I’m smarter than einstein.

I always get nothing but good grades.

I am the topper of my class.

I am a hot nerd.

I love studying.

I was born intelligent.

FOR SP :

My sp is dying to talk to me.

My sp is madly in love with me.

My sp is loyal to me.

My sp is dying to date me.

3rd parties do not exist in my reality.

My sp is texting me right now.

[twonderland]

☆*:.｡. NRC has a maid cafe?! .｡.:*☆

Pt. 2

- after Azul seems to be unable to finish sentences while talking to you, (this lil’ devil is laughing inside from seeing Azul’s red face) he is the next tutor to help you improve your performance. It was easy now that you have already started with Azul

- “Oya...” is the only thing that he says after seeing you in your maid outfit, when you approach him he’s still looking at you with slightly wider eyes, his expression is a bit difficult to read but this is Jade, so his usual smug smirk appears in no time

- “Fair enough, let’s continue this practice little maid” he starts to walk to one of the tables “yes ! Jade-senpai” but as soon as you finish saying that he turns around, leans forward and places a finger on your lips making you silent “it’s Jade-sama, isn’t it now ?” he says with a smug smirk, looking you straight in the eyes

- BLUSH

- you are blushing madly while he proceeds with his tutelage, you thought you could control being near him 👀 in private.... calling him master....

- “WHO AM I KIDDING?!” You think, this is Jade, and if he casually touching you and being your tutor isn’t enough his eyes doesn’t help, he’s calm and collected, every time you move he sees it so meticulously

- Trying to hide the excitement when he congratulates you is nearly impossible “very well little maid” also gives you little head pats. When there’s something of the menu that you aren’t sure how to pronounce it he comes from behind and grabs the menu while you do and intertwines his long fingers with yours, you can feel his body warmth on your back while he’s clearing all doubts right next to your ear with a soft voice

- YOU CANT PROCESS ANYTHING THAT HE'S SAYING GOD DAMN IT

- It’s funny how at the beginning Azul was the one being incapable of speaking and now here you are in the same state

- Everything seems ���casual” or even innocent but you notice that there is always a part of him touching you, his hand o your lower back, pats on the head, he guiding your hands, but there is a moment where you almost kiss him ...

- He was next to your face looking at the menu and you turn your face to look at him and , he did the same thing

- Lest just say that the warmth of both of your bodies increased at that moment ...

- “Are ~ koebi-Chan looks like a penguin now !! Hehehe” (Floyd stop) he’s all thrilled when he heard that Jade and Azul were helping you ! That means you can stay in monstro lounge all afternoon !!!

- Don’t get it wrong, even if Floyd is hyperactive and sometimes he can’t focus he’s a really good waiter, he’s fast, and can remember lots of orders at once, so he doesn’t understand why his koebi-Chan is so slow ~

- “Trying to move in this high heels is kind of difficult Floyd” “eeeh ~ is that so~ well, what if I do ... THIS !!!” He’s carrying you now “Koebi-Chan will go faster like this right? ~ HEHEHE” “FLOYD STOP IT IM STILL HOLDING THE TRAY!!!”

- he’s taking this opportunity to be even more touchy and clingy than usual, is just that you look so cute in those clothes !! (If you know what I mean 😏) They are so tiny and they fit you so well ~. He’s still holding you while he takes a seat, in other words, you are on his lap “very good koebi-chan~ so when you approach any customer you will hand them the menu and explain the main dishes ...” “y-yeah but Floyd, I should be standing next to the table so I can practice” his embrace tightens a bit making you nervous “Mmm, what was that koebi-chan?” “....n-never mind”

- Everything went (in some way) cool at the end, but just when Floyd started imagining that you would be attending only male customers he tried to persuade you to not attend the day of the festival

- “There’s no way I’m not attending to the cafe Floyd !!” “Buuuut koebi-chan monstro Lounge is WAY more entertaining !!! Why don’t you stay, and have fun !!”

- You manage to convince him that he can visit as a customer so you can put in practice everything he taught you !

- The day of the festival he scapes from his dorm activity to go and visit you at the cafe ! He says that he’s used to Azul getting mad anyway~

- Also .... there was a tiny blush on his face when you called him “Floyd-sama” “Ahahaha, I’m koebi-Chan’s master! Now I order you to wear this clothes every time you visit monstro lounge!!!” “EH ?!”

- As usual Ocatvinelle has really sly members ...

- He’s helping at the café as a butler, Azul mentioned his skills as a waiter and he was cool about it, it means he can do something that he’s familiar with, right ?

- BUT THIS TIME he has proper butler clothes and bless god he got that outfit ‘cause it fits him so damn good 👏🏻👌👌

- I MEAN haven’t you seen his fit figure ? He also has grace while moving, something that you wouldn't expect from someone of his height but hey .... you are not the only one admiring his appearance, he’s also checking you out 😏

- He was kind of jealous that you had been practicing with other guys like Floyd or Jade, but obviously he’s not gonna say anything about it, he doesn’t even understand those feelings anyway (why would he care where were you ? Or who were you practicing with ?)

- He’s a good and intelligent boy, doesn’t have problem memorizing everything on the menu. The day of the festival arrived and he was eager to see you, he knew that your outfit was cute but ... not this cute. The very moment you spoke to him he’s blushing a little bit and stuttering, ITS JUST THAT , you are so tiny and he having the view he has, he almost can see from upside your cleavage ....

- he’s cursing himself for having this kind of thoughts. But there’s no time for being shy, the customers were here. There was a group of guys that were checking you out ever since they came into the cafe, “stop looking at her like that you stupid dumb asses” he didn’t get involved in the situation a lot until one of them dropped a fork purposely to the floor so when you tried to pick it up they could see under you skirt

- HELL NO

- Just when you were bending down to pick it up Jack was holding your torso from behind so you didn’t went any forward and he leaves a clean fork on the table of the customers

- “Your fork master, please be careful to not drop it again, or something else can end on the floor” he said between teeth with a low and threatening voice

- He took you to a side of the cafe away from the clients, pinned you to the wall so he had all your attention, he was mad he was really mad

- “Listen now, whenever they drop something to the floor or try to touch you you tell me got it ?” He didn’t notice he was holding your waist

- “”Uh ... yeah... ok” you’re blushing, thats when he realizes

- Both of you are a blushing mess and went out attending customers like that, good luck guys ! 😂

[missusk]

The Rhythm of Your Heartbeat (OC x Piers) Commissioned by @danni-dollarsign Commission info

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“What’re you fidgeting so much for?” Marnie asked as she languidly sprawled on the couch, her legs dangling over the arm. “Yer as ornery as Morpeko.”

“Huh?” her brother grunted, again pacing the length of their living room. “Nothin’, nothin’…”

“Yea, ‘mkay,” she said with a roll of her eyes as she returned to brushing the Morpeko sitting on her lap.

Piers grumbled a response that was intelligible to both of them. Truthfully, he had been wearing a rut in their carpet this entire week, pacing back and forth as he racked his brain for conversation topics to have with that woman he had seen around recently. Her name was Nora, she had a Misdreavous, and she had a booth set up sometimes in Spikemuth, sometimes in Hammerlocke, and sometimes he didn’t see her for days. That was all he knew about her. The frustrating part, however, was that he wanted to know more about her than just those three things. Like, if she was single, for one, and for two if she would bother wanting to hang out with a bloke like him.

The Gym Leader was unfortunately getting to the point where he would keep an eye out for her whenever he left town, and even to where he would purposefully trek to Hammerlocke after the sun had set, just to see if that booth was lining any of the streets in his town or the neighboring’s.

“’m goin’ out,” Piers said as he pulled on his jacket. He was met with an ‘aye’ from his sister, and soon stepped into the smoky air of Spikemuth in the night.

Neon lights buzzed as his shoes crunched along the streets, littered with empty bottles and cans and unfortunately no occult booths with beautiful women inside. Piers huffed, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and scolding himself for how he was acting. It wasn’t like him to take evening strolls, nor was it like him to be pining after some stranger… and yet, here he was, his eyes scanning the streets and his feet moving forward despite himself.

This was stupid… if he got to the Pokémon Center with no sight of her, then he’d turn right around and give up on all this rubbish. He offered nods of greetings to the handful of fans he passed at the local bars and tourist spots – as touristy as Spikemuth could be, at least – and soon he saw the only greenery of Spikemuth flowering beside the doors of the Pokémon Center.

Alright, time to go back home and forget all this. Piers motioned to turn, only for his gaze to catch on someone stepping into town. His heart dropped, then thundered in his chest as he stood staring at Nora walking towards him. Long legs, graceful gait, mysterious eyes – Piers was suddenly finding it challenging to swallow, and yet he kept moving forward while both his thoughts and heart skipped.

She set down the bundle she was carrying, unfurling the tent as her Misdreavous flittered around her. Piers nearly jumped when her eyes met his, as apparently he had stepped right up to her without realizing.

“Oh, hello. I’m not open yet,” she said with a light smile. “Give me just a moment to set up and I’ll be right with you.”

It was like Piers’ brain was left in the rut in his living room carpet because all he offered as a response was a blank stare.

“…sir?”

“’chu, um, help?” Piers stammered. Apparently, he left his vocabulary at home too.

“Um,” Nora said quietly. “Pardon?”

“D-D’you, uh, want some help?” Piers corrected, shaking his head into focus. “Hanging ou-, er, hanging up? Hanging that up? Hanging your tent up?”

Nora blinked a few times, as did Piers, as they both processed what the hell he just stuttered out. He wished he wasn’t so pale because he could practically feel his face burning with embarrassment. His mouth was as dry as a Cottonee so he didn’t risk saying anything after that monstrosity of a sentence.

“I usually do it myse-“

“Aye, right, right,” Piers blurted. “Sorry to be a bother, then, I’ll leave ya be.”

And with that, Piers turned on his heel and was immediately marching back home. His thoughts were whirring and thus he didn’t hear Nora finish her sentence.

“…but I wouldn’t mind some help,” she finished, her eyebrows pulling together as Piers escaped. She glanced to Misdreavous, who simply shrugged in response, and Nora went back to setting up her tent.

Before Piers knew it, he was stepping through his front door, grunting a greeting to Marnie who said ‘that was fast’, and then he flopped onto his mattress with a wumph.

So much for that.

--

Piers wasn’t too pleasant to be around the next few days according to Marnie, as all he would do was rotate between his angsty, moody, and sadboy playlists. When he finally emerged from his room to eat, Marnie cornered him.

“When was the last time ya went outside?” she huffed, hands on her hips. “Don’t you like, have to do your job?”

“’s fine,” Piers said as he brushed past her. “Challenge season ain’t here yet anyway.”

“Yer getting’ paler, Piers,” Marnie said. “Go outside today. Go train with Raihan or somethin’, your Pokémon shouldn’t suffer just ‘cuz you want to sulk.”

“Fine,” he said, deciding that his little sister was more than right about how he shouldn’t ignore his Pokémon. “I’ll text ‘im.”

It didn’t take long for the sun to set and for Piers to be on his way out again, this time passing the Pokémon Center, the Route 9 tunnel, and the gates of Hammerlocke. He forced himself to keep his gaze forward, and not drift along the roadside for sight of that familiar tent. All was going according to plan as he stepped into the city, past the Pokémon Center, and past the train station. It wasn’t until he reached the bottom of the staircase beside the station that he paused.

A whimsical noise was wafting through the air, almost ethereal in how it made the hair on his neck stand on end. Piers’ focus immediately rerouted from his upcoming training with Raihan to whatever that noise was, because he was certain it was coming from up the steps. He took them two at a time, now mesmerized by the ghostly music. He arrived at what looked to be a church – it was certainly a building he had never been in before – and his heart started pounding harder the closer he got, as the music was spilling out of the stained-glass windows. It was haunting, operatic, and one of the most beautiful things Piers had ever heard. He pulled open the doors to the church, craving for the song to be closer, closer, close enough to dwell in his bones. Who did that voice belong to? The building was dark, uninhabited, and when the doors rattled opened, the music stopped.

“Hello?” Piers called after a moment, his voice resounding off the domed ceilings. He waited a moment, then a moment more, before turning again to the doors. He suddenly heard the faint sound of shuffling, then the echo of a door closing. When he glanced up, he caught a brief glimpse of a purple figure wisping away.

No other sounds echoed, no other music played, so when the only noise in the church was his own breathing, Piers turned and left through the heavy double doors. When he was greeted by the night air again, a shuffling to his right caught his attention. It was that same wispy, purple figure, but beside that was the outline of a woman.

“Hey, wait!” Piers called suddenly, rushing up to her. “Was that you singing?”

The woman turned, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. Yet again Piers’ breath caught, as those were the same mysterious eyes that had been occupying his mind for so long.

“Yes,” Nora said quietly. Piers had never noticed how her voice was almost a melody in itself. “I didn’t realize how much my voice was carrying, I apologize.”

“You’re amazing,” Piers breathed out. When Nora made no response, it was as if Piers’ entire consciousness finally caught up to him and he quickly shifted from an awe-struck gaze into one that was a bit like a Deerling in headlights “I-I mean, you, you uh, you gotta nice set of pipes. Not bad, I mean. Not that you’d be bad, I just, I-I didn’t realize you sang too. I sing, y’know. I’m in a band. Would you wanna duet sometime?”

“…pardon?” Nora asked, gray eyes quizzical.

“O-or ‘sthat weird? Sorry, I’ll jus-“

“Wait!” Nora blurted, reaching out to Piers. Her fingers curled around his wrist for only a second before she yanked her hand back again, but the touch still seemed to linger. “Yes, I would like to. That sounds nice.”

“Foreal?” Piers asked, blinking in surprise. “I-I mean great, that’s great. I’m Piers, by the way.”

“I know,” Nora said, her gaze bashfully flicking downward. The sight drew a bashful smile from Piers as well. “I’m Nora.”

“I know,” Piers repeated, his cheeks again staining pink. “I’ve noticed you in Spikemuth sometimes.”

A sweet anticipation filled the space between them, at least until Piers’ phone started vibrating madly in his pocket. Ah, shit, that’s right… Raihan.

“How about tomorrow? You can come to my place in Spikemuth?” Piers started. “I’d say let’s go now but I’m late for training and he won’t let me hear the end of it if I don’t show.”

“Tomorrow sounds good,” Nora said, offering Piers a soft smile. “Can I get your number in case I get lost?”

Piers nodded quick enough for his ponytail to threaten to come undone, and the two eagerly traded numbers. With a bashful goodbye from them both, Piers made his way to Raihan’s gym with a subtle spring in his step, humming a sweet song to himself.

--

Piers and Nora’s first song session went well, as did their second, third, fourth, and all of the rest until they lost count. Although they were no longer strangers to one another, Piers’ heart still seemed to rattle in his chest whenever Nora was close. She snuggled next to him, tucking her head under his chin in the exact way that made him melt. Marnie was off with some of her new friends, so it was just Piers and Nora left in the house, and even though they had plenty of space, they seemed to want to occupy as little as possible as they curled around each other.

“Piers?” Nora whispered, her breath warming his neck and yet sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you came into the church that day.”

“Me too.”

Nothing else needed to be said, as their bodies both spoke volumes as they lay under the covers together. She was his song, he was her melody, and the rhythm of their hearts beat in tandem as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.