#as always please correct me if i’m wrong anywhere!

[ferraris-gf]

explaining f1: safety cars

this is a rewrite because i accidentally deleted this post, yay! anyway, i was going to include a section on abu dhabi 2021 (because its essentially the most famous safety car ever) but i thought maybe it deserves it own post. so i was thinking maybe after i get through the rules and regulations, i might do a series on like notable and famous races?

usage

the safety car is a vehicle deployed to the track in order to control the field for recovery work.

safety cars can be used before the race even begins, during the formation lap, in the case of wet weather. to signify this, orange lights are illuminated on the starting gantry 10 minutes ahead of the race. in these instances, drivers must fit full wet tyres (read more about tyres here).

fia regulations dictate that during the race, safety cars will be used "only if competitors or officials are in immediate physical danger on or near the track". the introduction of safety cars is signified on track by yellow flags and 'sc' boards.

when safe, lapped cars will be instructed to overtake the field and rejoin in order at the back. one further lap will then be undertaken behind the safety car before it then returns to the pits. the race will then begin in what is called a 'rolling start'.

the current safety cars are provided by both mercedes and aston martin

virtual safety cars

in this system, no physical car is deployed, instead driver reduce their lap deltas by 30-40% off normal pace. this is signified by yellow flags and 'vsc' boards. this system is usually used when recovery work is deemed to be safe with drivers lapping at this reduced pace.

the main differences this produces when compared to full safety cars is that it doesn't bunch up the field, and cars remain lapped.

pit stops

at most tracks, a pit stop during green flags will see drivers lose around 20-25 seconds. with cars lapping at significantly reduced paces during safety cars, though, this time loss is reduced to around 10-15 seconds (read more about pit stops here).

[hellobykittys]

you write so well! i was wondering if you could write something sweet for oscar where we wake up in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare, but he’s there with us being all gentle and soothing to stop us from getting teary

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ✦ 𝐎𝐏⁸¹

SUMMARY: You wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare, but it's okay because your boyfriend is there to comfort you. NOTES: Thank you so much for the compliment, it really means a lot! I’m so happy to have received and written this request; I’m obsessed with Oscar, and writing about him is such a joy. Just a reminder, English isn’t my first language, so there might be a few writing mistakes. Feel free to point them out and correct me! PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Reader! Girlfriend. WARNING: Oscar being a great boyfriend; very sweet moments. WC: 0.8k

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The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of Oscar’s breathing beside you. But the stillness of the night wasn’t enough to drown out the suffocating feeling your nightmare had left behind. You woke up suddenly, heart racing, your mind still trapped in the confusion between what was a dream and what was real.

For a moment, you stayed there, lying in the dark, trying to calm yourself down. But the images from the dream still haunted your thoughts, and you unintentionally let out a shaky sigh.

“What’s wrong?” His voice, husky and drowsy, broke the silence. Oscar turned toward you, rubbing his eyes before focusing on you. The concern on his face was clear, even in the faint moonlight streaming through the window.

“N-nothing, just a nightmare,” you replied, trying to downplay it.

But he was already sitting up, his messy hair falling onto his forehead, his warm, slightly awkward body shifting in the covers. “Hey, that doesn’t sound like nothing. You’re shaking.” His hand gently brushed your arm, his touch light but comforting.

You exhaled slowly, realizing there was no point in trying to fool Oscar. “It was just a terrible dream… I don’t even know how to explain it.”

He didn’t push you. He didn’t ask what had happened or expect you to put into words something that was still so confusing to you. Instead, he carefully pulled you into his arms, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come here,” he murmured, adjusting the pillows so you could rest against him. “We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just breathe, okay?”

The warmth of his body was an instant relief. His slow, steady breathing helped guide yours, which had been erratic moments before. He began running his fingers softly through your hair while his other hand traced lazy circles on your back.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against your forehead, planting a gentle kiss there.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax a little in his arms. Even without saying much, Oscar had this way of making you feel safe. He was the kind of person who carried peace in his eyes and actions.

“Sorry for waking you up,” you murmured, guilt mixing with the relief of having him close.

He chuckled softly, the sound like a melody that warmed your chest. “Are you kidding? This is literally what I’m here for. My priority is making sure you’re okay, always.”

You looked up to meet his eyes, which seemed a little brighter under the moonlight, reflecting an almost tangible tenderness. “You’re too good to be true,” you whispered, still slightly dazed from the shock of the dream.

He shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I know. But don’t worry, I’m not letting you get away from me anytime soon.”

The teasing tone brought a timid smile to your face, and he seemed pleased to see your expression softening.

“Want some tea or something?” he offered, but you shook your head.

“No. Just… stay here with me.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” He pulled the blanket up around both of you, tucking it snugly over your shoulders and keeping you close to his chest.

As you started to relax, he began chatting with you, sharing details about his day or telling silly stories to distract you. The sound of his voice was soft and soothing, acting like a balm, and you found yourself drifting off, wrapped in the comfort of the moment.

“Thank you, Osc,” you said in a faint voice, already feeling sleep creeping back in, this time peacefully.

He kissed the top of your head again. “Always, my love. Always.”

And just like that, the nightmare faded further and further away until it disappeared entirely. In Oscar’s arms, everything felt lighter, safer. After all, with him by your side, you knew you could face anything.

[celestialsequels]

couldn’t see me without you, babe ¡! ❞

— synopsis: you’re in love with the it girl of your high school.

— warnings: fluffy, make out session, the most wholesome thing i’ve ever written.

— w/c: 1.9k

— part 2

a/n: credits to @jenctrl for helping me with the kiss scene !

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digital cameras fluttered with alacrity as she made her way through the bustling hallways. turning everyone's heads without hesitation. her hair bounced with every step she took. she was as gorgeous as a butterfly, so delicate yet capturing everyone’s eye more than anything.

that was yu jimin.

that was the school’s it girl, as you always said. everything about her made your heart turn into mush and your face turn redder than a smooshed cranberry. those quick little glances she’d shoot your way left you a mess. in the midst of the night, she was the only thing encapsulating your dreams, refusing to leave until dawn.

yeonjun was sick of you for always bringing up jimin; he knew how insanely head over heels you were for her. you constantly told him the little details ranging from quick glances to full blown eye contact sessions from across the room. he swore you were crazy the moment you blushed at the note in your locker that said something along the lines of “you left your key in class; here it is.” your mind just knew it was jimin. only yeonjun knew it was the janitor.

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“can somebody please tell me when cubism became a revolutionary movement in the history of art?” yeonjun asked the class as you two stood in front of the class to present your done-last-minute-but-looks-good-enough art project.

you scanned around the room hoping somebody would answer since you clearly didn’t know the answer, having only been running the entire day on two cans of red bull. you crossed your arms, zoning out at the giant window while anticipating the smart kid of the class to answer. you tapped your chin trying to remember if you had anything in your mind since you were the one who wrote these questions.

“1907-08,” a voice spoke out of the classroom, breaking you out of your thoughts. you could recognize that voice anywhere. the way you began to giggle had the entire class thinking if you were having a stroke since you weren’t really the type to even smile in art class. your face lighting up as delusions encased themselves in your mind.

“that’s right!” you yelled out faster than yeonjun could utter out a word, scaring the entire class in the process of doing so.

“of course it’s correct. i’m never wrong,” and there she was in all of her glory, leaning on the door frame with a smirk painted on her face.

you coughed out loud as you choked on your saliva from how intensely she was staring at you and only you. yeonjun nudged you with his elbow, subtly telling you to get your act together since you were being too obvious.

“how may i help you jimin?” your art teacher interrupted. since jimin was older than you and a heck ton smarter than you, it was evident that she was adored by every teacher.

“i wanted to borrow a student from your class for an interview. it’s for my psychology project, and i really need them right now,” jimin spoke, still sporting a smirk in your direction as she knew your art teacher would never say no to her. your heart was doing all sorts of things; dancing around like jojo siwa in karma while also moonwalking all the beats through your body. your palms felt sweat pool in the center from how nervous her gaze was making you.

“take your pick, jimin,” your art teacher offered.

“can i take y/n if that wouldn’t be a problem?” her voice was more giddy than the expressions on her face.

you swore the things around you had stopped moving, the only thing you could hear was your blood pumping through your veins, clearly turning your face red. yeonjun stepped on your foot this time causing you to squeak out loud before muttering out a quick “sorry”.

“not a problem at all. y/n, please accompany jimin with her project,” your art teacher smiled internally, noticing how you turned red, but he was hopeful this could be the start of something new. you quickly nodded, almost embarrassingly tripping over the cord of the projector below your feet as you made your way towards jimin. she eyed you up and down hastily, mentally telling you to follow her to wherever she wanted to take you. you kept your head down as your shyness made an awkward entrance, quietly following behind her. she paid no mind to you until you two finally approached the library. jimin stopped suddenly, catching you completely off guard as you walked straight into her back.

“pay attention, pretty girl,” you froze at the endearment, pinching yourself to recollect yourself out of this dream.

you two made your way inside the library after that little moment, finding a cozy spot in the corner. it almost made you feel as if you were on a date with jimin, with the way she tucked your chair in as you sat down. you truly wondered what that would feel like.

“hi,” you managed to say despite the fact that you were out of breath by just being in her presence. you were oddly confused as you realized she didn’t have her notes with her for the interview until you recalled that she’s smarter than you and doesn’t do her projects the day before they're due.

“so, i have a couple of questions for you. this interview is solely based on having a casual conversation,” jimin paused at your confused expression before continuing, “it’s going to have common questions such as likes, dislikes, etc. is that okay?” she asked you, to which you politely nodded with a smile.

“okay, perfect. first question then. what do you think about museums?” she piped.

“museums? i really like them. i think they capture a lot more than just what was. they hold stories of people who once loved, once hated, and once made the entire world think if there was more to art,” you answered with a small chuckle at the end. jimin simply stared at you, almost in awe with how you formulated your words, especially since she knew that you didn’t like talking much.

“i’ve never thought about it like that! next question, what is your favorite type of flower?” she asked while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“if i’m being honest, i really love the old fashioned roses. i don’t have much to say for that other than the fact that it symbolizes such timeless romance,” you chimed.

“okay how about—wait what’s your opinion on—,” before jimin could ask you another question, the bell for next period rang loudly, reminding you that you had a test today that you totally didn’t forget to study for.

“i’m so sorry! i just realized i had a test today. can we pick this up tomorrow or perhaps, later?” you rushed out.

“oh! that’s completely okay. i’ll see you tomorrow then, or if i run into you later on. thank you for your time!” jimin smiled at you as you grinned before making your way out of the library and onto your next class.

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students had begun to jet outside of classes, piling up in the halls as the final bell of the day rang. you tiredly walked to yeonjun’s locker, filling him in on what had taken place in the library today. you felt the red bull beginning to wear off as all your energy had vanished the moment you stepped out of the test. teachers were heading to meetings they had been informed of at the last minute, causing everyone to be kicked out of class almost right at the bell.

“so, that’s all that happened? isn’t it weird how the questions weren’t the least bit psychology related?” yeonjun questioned curiously.

“well, she did mention that it was an interview based on having a casual conversation, but she didn’t exactly explain it, so i didn’t question her,” you responded tiredly.

“hmm, okay. go get your stuff so we can leave. i need to return this book to the library before it closes!” he yelled as he ran to the library, practically pushing people out of his way.

you shook your head at his buffoonery and made your way to your locker. foolishly forgetting your code before trying again, letting out a grateful susurration as it opened. you grabbed your textbook along with your keys. you were just about to close your locker until you saw a note fall out of the corner. looking around, you swiftly picked it up before gently unfolding it.

“meet me in the art room after the final bell”

without even hesitating, you shut your locker and trudged to the art room only to find it locked. you opened the note again, which you had shoved inside of your pocket, to check if you were at the right room. you clicked your tongue as you waited for something to happen or somebody to at least open the door. you noticed how the hallway had gotten so eerie. the atmosphere of the hallway almost forcing you to get going until you suddenly felt somebody tug roughly at the back of your collar and pull you into the art room.

it was jimin.

“hi, y/n,” she shyly smiled at you as you stared at her in surprise.

“hi, jimin. i wasn’t expecting that strength,” you tried to joke until you realized how horrible of an attempt it was.

before you could say anything else, you saw her rushingly dig into her bag for something. she slowly pulled out a rose from her side pocket and handed it to you, not letting you utter a word as she placed her finger on your lips, almost stilling you out of your mind. you blushed but didn’t dare to say anything.

“so, earlier during that ‘interview’ you mentioned you really liked museums, so i got us two tickets to the art museum downtown,” jimin said, taking your hand, gently placing the ticket in your palm, letting her fingers linger along your skin.

“jimin, i-i honestly don’t—you’re the sweetest little thing ever,” you gazed at her lovingly as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“you don’t have to say anything, y/nnie. i just want you to come with me,” she whispered.

she slowly tucked your hair behind your ear that had fallen in front of your face. you two locked eyes before she cupped under your jaw, bringing your lips near hers. you thanked whatever higher power there was for this moment just before you closed your eyes and let her take the lead.

as soon as her lips hit yours, you knew you were doomed for however long you were going to live this lifetime. butterflies erupted in your stomach while your heart leaped out of your chest in bliss. her soft lips continued to move against yours as your hands remained on her waist, pulling her in closer than ever. you two paused softly, smiling against each others’ lips before pulling back completely.

“so, i’ll come pick you up whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” jimin beamed before heading out the door.

you happily nodded at her, not trusting your words in the moment. holding your chest as your heart wanted to simply embrace jimin and never let her go, you were sure your face was redder than it’s ever been.

“y/n? why are you so red?”

[hopeastrz]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐗🧺✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄 ON ALL OF MY CHART READINGS!.

check previous observations (𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄)

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬…

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i chose to analyze my previous SR charts so these observations are based on my own experience!, also 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!.

𝐒𝐄��𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈: 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒🦚✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝐓𝐚𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝐦𝐚𝗿𝘀 really hate getting hungry they turn to a very angry hulk when they want food but there isn’t any around them yet!— full taurus, happy taurus.

I think 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝘁𝘆 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞𝘀 are overrated and here’s a hot-take, we have 12th houses and 10 planets, even if it’s possible to have a planet in each house there’ll be 2 houses empty, surprise there will always be an empty house in your chart, and that doesn’t have to mean necessarily a bad thing!.

Having 0 planets on the 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞 for example may mean that you just don’t focus about that house matters daily, yes you take care of your health but your life doesn’t revolve around it!, you go to the gym every now and then, eat decent meals, and that it!, unlike 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 people you’re not a gym rat, and you may not stick to a diet routine throughout your life, it’s that simple, also please correct me if i’m wrong!.

I noticed that when 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝘂𝘀 𝐚𝘀𝐩𝐞𝐜𝘁𝘀 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧(especially neutral and harmonious aspects) it blesses these natives with a great talent and love for cooking and they also don’t cook for anyone just people whom they cherish.

On the other hand 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝘀𝐩𝐞𝐜𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝘁𝘂𝐧𝐞 people may consider cooking as an escapism for them, whenever they feel drained or stressed they may bake a cake or a warm meal to make themselves feel better, and they also may be the type to cook with wines and vodka!.

𝐀𝐪𝘂𝐚𝗿𝐢𝘂𝘀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝘁𝘀 have an extremely chaotic life and I’m not even joking, they go through the weirdest situations ever.. like please explain to me what could possibly lead you to get lost at an empty arcade in the middle of the night and instead of seeking help you decide to take some pictures for your snap streaks??? (Yes, that’s actually what a friend of mine did and she’s an aqua dominant💁🏻‍♀️)

Also speaking on 𝐀𝐪𝘂𝐚𝗿𝐢𝐚𝐧𝘀, why do you like surprising people so much?, and i mean it literally with all this pranks and shit, i blame uranus influence tbh.

It is said that people with 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝘁𝘀 are workaholics, but they aren’t the only ones, i believe that 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞𝗿𝘀 are way more work dedicated— and addicted than anyone else, because if there’s a thing they do best is following a routine, that’s why they excel anywhere, you just put a plan for them and they’ll follow!.

Also why do 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝘂𝘀𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝗿𝐨𝐧 believe that their work defines their worth, and the more they get exhausted by work it means it pays off better.. HELLO?? IT DOESN’T WORK THIS WAY IN THIS ECONOMY??? HOSPITAL BILLS ARE DISASTROUS PLEASE TAKE A FREAKING BREAK WHEN NEEDED!

I’m not joking my cousin is about to turn into a giant raccoon with all these dark circles she barley sleeps, barley eats and you can never catch her having a break this woman is about to go crazy💀.

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝗿𝐚 𝘃𝐞𝐧𝘂𝘀 have the best eye for aesthetic, and i know i said it before but really, they have a very strange ability to make things that don’t match actually very presentable beautifully!.

When 𝐉𝘂𝐩𝐢𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐚𝘀𝐩𝐞𝐜𝘁𝘀 𝐒𝐚𝘁𝘂𝗿𝐧 that makes you choose long term partners very carefully, those people know themselves and their needs well enough to decide what’s good and bad for them, they don’t rush it, that’s why they always get the best outcome, and you can see this manifest in both of Rihanna and Beyoncé birth charts!.

Also 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟏°,𝟐𝟑° people are very, very, veryyyyy creative it’s mind blowing they really think outside the box.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 do actually suffer from hyper independence and you can’t tell me otherwise, i was in a group project with one of my friends (me being a libra sun and them being an Aries sun) i thought that we should have at least one man with us to handle all the tough work and pay for some things yadada, however they on the other hand really wanted to do all this shit by themselves (mind you both of us are the first daughters of our families) and we were supposed to go to god knows where shitty places to get the project done, we really almost killed each other then trying to prove our points.. oh yeah and they ended up winning.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 have a very, very soft skin and it’s not even a joke anymore im so jealous!, also the chest area is really really prominent no jokes.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈: 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 🪴⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

When i had 𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧, my grandparents who haven’t visited us for more than 4+ years came back from london (which was considered a miracle since it just wasn’t supposed to happen), and then we both traveled then together on a short trip, and i also noticed that whenever i had 𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟗𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 i traveled to a place that was full of water, going to a beach, the ocean etc.. and it may also indicate going back to our roots.

My favorite years are the ones with 𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, the amount of joy, new experiences and the excitement that surrounds you throughout the year can’t be described by words only, and it doesn’t really revolve around romantic relationships only, i don’t date and whenever i had my 𝐒𝐮𝐧/𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧/𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬/𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 it felt like i was healing my inner child, i found myself indulging more in art, these were the years where i got introduced to my most creative and artistic self!.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is no joke, I felt the need to become my best self 24/7, also my peers in uni got on my nerves more than ever.

When astroblr community said that having 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐂 grants you luck throughout the year i thought they were joking but no, it’s 100% legit, everything worked in my favor fr, dude even my periods came on the best date’s it’s crazy, oh and i also got social media semi famous, i had 2 reels on instagram pass 2m views (bonus; that year i had 𝟓𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨, which means short term or quick fame!)

When i had a 𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫, i felt more connected with my mom, and she also felt the same way— we both talked more with each other! Also I bought lots of posters for my room, and a new vanity!, oh yeah and since it was in leo i noticed that took a good care of my hair, it’s crazy how astrology can be literal sometimes.

[roguelov]

Invisible Hands

Request: Ok. Okokokok from the kinktober list (ignore this if you aren't interested ofc) Morpheus and the ghost prompt. Imagine either the reader or Morpheus is the ghost and the ghost can touch the other but they can't touch the ghost. Like they can be teased endlessly and there's nothing they can grab so extra intense like just imagine if only reader can see ghost Morpheus or he can become invisible then he could tease them anywhere he wanted like the possibilities are corrupting my soul

Notes: Thank you my sweet panini anon!

Word Count: ~2.7k

Reader: afab (referred to as my dear/my love)

Warnings: SMUT (ghost!Morpheus, breast play, fingering, dirty talk, doggy, window/mirror sex, light exhibition, voyeurism, penetrative sex)

Inhaling the aromas, a pleased hum rumbled in your throat and harmonized with the sizzling vegetables in the skillet. Your stomach grumbled, eager and wishing to devour your dinner now. Shaking your head, a joking smile curled over your lips. Soon, you told yourself. Soon you will feast then crawl into bed.

Yet, someone else had plans, someone wanted to disrupt your peace.

Hands - cold and firm - wrapped around your waist. You gasped. Panic flooded your system, but it all quickly dissipated. Frustration, and some embarrassment, swiftly overtook your flash of panic.

“Morpheus,” you hissed under your breath.

A low chuckle reverberated near your ear.

You whipped your head over your shoulder, throwing a heated glare. And yet, there was no one. Perhaps if you squinted you may see the vague wispy outline of a man, or perhaps it was your imagination conjuring such a shape.

“Cheeky,” you grumbled at the empty space.

Morpheus was a ghost, a gentleman from a bygone era struck dead and doomed to haunt the grounds. Unfortunately over the years, the grounds had been purchased and built on. From a shop, to a house, to finally an apartment complex, Morpheus was the one constant that stayed and had become a resident as well so to speak. And best of all - or worst depending on your view - Morpheus in turn had become your ghost, specifically your spectral lover. You weren’t sure when and how it all started, the beginning was all foggy with the thick haze of lust.

But, you didn’t mind.

He was yours, and you were his.

His hands trailed down, slipping under your baggy shirt. Your own hands flew down trying to stop the demanding hands, however they passed through them.

“Morpheus -“

“Pay no mind to me,” a rich voice cooed in your ear. “Please, continue to focus on cooking your dinner.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. “How can I -“

Your breath hitched. His fingers skimmed up your sides then danced below your breasts. Your eyes dropped down. Your shirt was bunched up. The lumps and movements of hands constantly roamed beneath. His touch was insatiable. He wished to map out your curves … again. He truly could never tire of the softness of your skin, the warmth, the life which flowed through you. While due to his nature, he on the other hand was frighteningly cold. His hands were always so cold they were like ice against your searing skin.

His palm pressed into your stomach, making you shiver. His lips brushed over your ear then dipped below to gently kiss your neck. His hand moved back up. A light hum tumbled off your lips. His fingers brushed along the underside of your soft breasts. “No bra?” He murmured with a teasing tone.

A heat licked at your cheeks. “I - I am home, why would I?”

“A valid reason, my dear, but are you sure you were not waiting for me?”

You scoffed, “You give yourself a lot of credit.”

“I believe my work can speak for itself.” His slender fingers pinched your sensitive nipples. Your eyes widened, and you swallowed back a sinful sound. “I do believe I always leave you more than satisfied, yes? But, do correct me if I’m wrong?”

What a smug man.

He then began to knead and play with your breasts, loving how such a delicate task left you panting and growing desperate. His thumbs then swept over your nipples. Electricity shot down your spine. So cold, so wonderful. You dropped the wooden spoon, letting it clatter to the ground. Your vegetables will most likely burn at this right.

Fuck.

Morpheus hummed, pleased to see you holding back. He will make you sing soon enough. Your body was his most cherished instrument. With every tug, every twist, every pluck, he could orchestrate such a sweet melody. Your body will bend to him. And he knew what chords to play, and in what order, to achieve it. Such as if he truly wanted to make you sing right now, he could wrap his lips around your nipples and suck on them. You always made such lovely sounds when his tongue was involved.

“Relax,” he purred.

Fall into me, bend to me, he thought.

You choked on your words, “My - my dinner -“

The stove clicked, shutting off itself. The pan slid to the side off of the hot burner. Morpheus was growing impatient, and his hunger knew no bounds. “Let me take care of you.”

He twisted your nipples. You moaned so beautifully for him. You finally leaned your head back, relieved to have a solid presence to support you. You had no fight, no more retorts.

You wanted him.

His lips skimmed over your neck. Goosebumps trailed behind in their chilly path. He then pressed gentle, loving kisses into your skin. Each one a proclamation of his desire for you. His hands gave your breasts a break. But, not your body. Oh no, like before he wanted to make you sing. They slid down your stomach then traced along the waistband of your shorts. His fingers glided over once, then twice, before dipping below the band. His finger immediately swirled around your clit, then slid between your folds. He swiped between them, rubbing and teasing you.

A devious smile painted across Morpheus’s face. You were dripping for now, and you always were. “So wet,” he smirked. “I thought you said I give myself too much credit.”

“Please,” you whispered breathlessly. You tipped your head back, trying to look back at your lover, at where you believed his eyes were. You reached up, swiping at the space where his face would be for it to only connect with air. “I need you.”

I want to touch you, to feel you, to kiss you.

He snickered. “Allow me to have my fun, my dear. I assure you you will be satisfied as usual.”

“But -“

A finger slowly pushed inside of you. A small yet delicious stretch made your back arch. You bit your lip, holding back your moan. Morpheus’s eyes dazzled with excitement. You truly were so wondrous. He could watch you all day and night, all your cute lovely expressions.

A hand cupped your face, drawing you into the invisible space. Your eyes fluttered closed as you used your other senses to guide you. Cool lips brushed over yours. You chased after them. He huffed, a small laugh through his nose. It was always nice to see you were addicted to him as much as he was to you. He captured your lips. You hummed, melting into him. His lips moved with such precision. He poured hot passion into your veins. He will burn you from the inside out if he must.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as your mind focused solely on his lips, on the feeling of him. You tried to grab him - something - but to no avail.

You were simply at his mercy.

His finger curled inside of you. You moaned loudly, but Morpheus swallowed it up. His tongue dove in between your lips, swirling around. He explored your mouth. His tongue danced with yours. You tried to fight back, but you couldn’t. He consumed you and all your senses. Morpheus dominated you, and your knees trembled with every swipe of his vile tortuous tongue.

But, you shouldn’t focus only on his tongue.

That was your mistake.

His finger began to pump at a lazy pace. How could you forget? His fingers were vile and tortuous too.

He drew back, breaking the kiss. You whined faintly. Your eyes were still closed, your brows furrowed in a frustrated knot, and your lips were utterly abused and sopped from the messy kiss. His finger gradually picked up its pace. Your eyes flew open.

He chuckled, “You, my dear, always amaze me.”

He added a second finger, filling you more and satiated the ache for more. You whimpered, bucking your hips. Deeper, faster, harder, you wanted him to ruin you.

“And always so responsive.”

His fingers curled again hitting the perfect spot. You moan, squirming in his grasp.

His lips brushed against yours again murmuring, “And always so pretty when you come for me.”

Tears prickled in your eyes. You searched and searched wildly but saw nothing, not your Morpheus. All you saw was the dull ceiling and walls of your kitchen. “Morpheus -“

“Shh, I got you. I told you, let me take care of you.”

He removed his fingers with a graphic wet sound. Your cheeks burned. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it up and over your head. Your breast spilled into the air. Morpheus wasted no time, pinching your nipples again. You groaned, burying your head towards him. Seeing you so flustered and needy, he supposed he could make this a little faster. His own arousal was becoming difficult to fight back on anyway. With a small trick, he phased your shorts and underwear off your body, leaving you now fully bare in your kitchen. The cold air against your glistening cunt made you shiver. Hands then gently pushed you forward, making you bend over the counter. You pressed your sweaty forehead into the cool countertop. You peered over your shoulder.

Still no one.

You pouted. Yet, your pout dropped as a silent moan fell from your lips. Something teased your folds. You recognized the thick shape as Morpheus’s cock. You pushed back, desperate to take him. But, he pulled back, keeping just his tip between your folds.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged.

His cock rubbed through your folds. He rocked his hips, lightly humping you. Your mind began to splinter. Lust clouded your mind. Needs and wants curled around your throat, threatening to squeeze out all your depraved secrets. You met his shallow thrust, feeling the head of his cock rub against your swollen clit. Each thrust - the mind numbing friction - made you cry out.

“Please,” you panted.

You needed to feel him fill you and stretch you.

“Say it again,” he growled.

You let out a shaky breath, “Please, Morpheus.”

Grabbing his cock, he slowly pushed inside. You clawed at the smooth counter. Inch by delicious inch, he filled your cunt until he bottomed out. Morpheus curled his body over you. His lips kissed your neck, and his chiseled chest pressed into your back. The coolness mixed well with your perspiration.

Hot and cold.

Dead and alive.

“Are you ready,” he purred in your ear.

You nodded, biting your lip. His hips rocked slowly. His cock dragged out through your walls before pushing back in.

Soft, teasing thrusts. One to make you desperate.

“Morpheus,” you whimpered.

His cock continued the painstakingly slow pace, loving the sensation of your walls clamping down around him and pulling him back in. You didn’t need to say anything, your body screamed for more.

“You’re taking me so well,” he hummed.

You swore you could cry. “Fuck, faster please.”

He smirked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please.”

His hips snapped, setting a brutal new pace. All the air caught in your throat. Your eyes widened then nearly rolled back. Your head fell onto the counter. For now, all you could hear was the slapping of skin. Turning your head, you peered over and locked onto the nearby window. With the dark backdrop and the light inside, it acted like a mirror. You could watch your body being pummeled. You watched as your ass jiggled and contorted, you watched as your breasts bounced with every thrust, you watched as the obvious handprints dug into your malleable skin and hips daring to leave permanent marks.

Your lust rattled mind realized something: the curtains were opened. Apartments across the way could watch you, watch as nothing absolutely ruined.

Would someone think you were fucking yourself? Would they be confused? Would they be turned on? If Morpheus shifted his body, could you watch as his invisible cock filled you, stretching you?

You shivered at your thoughts.

Morpheus’s chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. He saw you eyeing the window. He saw what you saw. “Oh? Do you like to watch?” He paused, considering something else. “Or would you like someone else to watch?”

Words lodged in your throat.

“I can feel you clenching around me, my love,” he teased. You buried your face in your forearms, embarrassed how much this all truly turned you on. “Look. Now do you like to watch me?”

You peered out of the corner of your eye. After his question, his body became corporeal. He was a well built man, toned and lean. His back and arm muscles rippled with every thrust. His pale skin seemed to glow brighter in death. His hair was black as Death’s robes, and cropped short. His eyes shone like pale blue moons. Here he was, Morpheus, your ghost lover in all of his glory. A man whose face belonged in renaissance paintings, spoken as a king or a lord. A man from an era of courtship and marriage, of hidden letters passed between lovers, of romance and roses. And yet here he was, his long heavy cock pounding in and out.

He fucked you like a toy, his toy.

You watched, utterly memorized.

“Or only like this?” His body disappeared again, leaving only the sounds of his destruction upon your body.

You whimpered.

“Answer me, sweet one,” his voice whispered next to your ear.

“B-both,” you stuttered out. You loved watching him, and you loved knowing you were simply at his mercy.

Your ghost, your monster.

“Can - can I see you?” You asked under your breath. You desperately wanted to see him, to see his body and face. Tonight, you needed him, all of him.

“Of course.”

His body reformed. You sighed happily. His head was tipped forward. His lips parted, panting. You swore with each puff, a cold chill spread over your back. His hair - usually slicked back - flopped in his face, begging to be played with. Your eyes fell to his cock, coated in your combined juices.

Pleasure crackled down your spine.

Yet, Morpheus was not satisfied. He moved you a few inches away from the counter. He bent you down more, hitting a new angle. Stars exploded behind your eyes. His blunt tip kissed your cervix over and over. You moaned loudly without a care.

“There,” he mused. “Right there. So beautiful, so sweet.”

Head hanging, you grabbed the edge of the counter, trying to hold on and keep yourself up. But, your thigh and knees shook, threatening to crumble. The stretch was intoxicating. You could hardly catch your breath. Opening your eyes, you watched as Morpheus’s cock disappeared in and out of you. Your stomach even bulged at this angle. Your mouth hung open and you swore drool pooled at your lip. You closed your eyes, focusing on the rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Morpheus, please, I’m so close,” you whined, greedily matching his pace. You began to erratically hump his cock, desperate for your release.

Without saying a word, one of his hands on your hips snaked down between your legs. His fingers circled around your needy swollen clit. Your back arched. You moaned, it was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

“Then come, my love,” he purred, pounding feverishly into you. “Let me so you unravel, let me hear you sing, let me see you come all over my cock. I want you to make a mess on me, my love.”

You writhed, feeling the pressure build and build ready to snap.

“Watch me fill you, my love.” His fingers moved faster drawing more aching circles.

You were almost there.

“I told you to watch.” He lightly smacked your clit. You gasped, your eyes snapped open. Your eyes connected back to how his cock pumped into your cunt. “Perfect.”

He could tell you were watching by the way your walls tightened around him. It had seemed he had found an unspoken kink of yours.

“Now, be good for me, and come on me.”

Seeing his thick cock fuck you, feeling his blunt tip hitting the deepest parts of you, and his sweet words all combined tougher and pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name, coming all over his cock. Your knees nearly gave out. Luckily, Morpheus held you up. He worked you through your orgasm leaving you floating in utter bliss. After a few more pumps, he buried himself to the hilt, moaning.

The aftermath and heavy panting filled the air. Ever so slowly, Morpheus removed himself. You suddenly felt so empty.

“Let me help you.” Morpheus whispered tenderly. “I’ll prepare a bath for you.”

“Please,” you mumbled, now exhausted.

He laughed then kissed your back. “Of course, my love.”

[linos-luna]

Can you do yandere bang chan when y/n wanna break up with him? Pleaseeeeee🥹🙏

Also, i LOVE your posts! I hope you don't give up :)))) Good luck! ^-^

Funny I have 2 requests for this 😅

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Break Up 🔪

Yandere!Psycho!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, obsessive behavior, pain

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“Chan… I can’t do this anymore.” You said with a sigh.

“Excuse me?” He said, obviously confused.

“We need to break up!”

“Y/n—”

“No, you’re too possessive!” You interrupted. “Never let me go anywhere or do anything!”

This man practically kept you inside all the time. He was obsessed with you and wouldn’t let you hang out with anyone he didn’t like, which was almost everyone. You couldn’t handle it anymore. He promised to change multiple times but he never really did.

“Babygirl…” Chan said with a small laugh. “You can’t just leave…”

“Chan—…”

“Silly girl.” He laughed while grabbing your arm. “You’re so funny!”

“Stop it!” You said while trying to pull away but he had a tight grip. “You’re scaring me!”

“Oh, I’m scary?!” He said with a smile while tilting his head to make eye contact. He took you to the living room and pulled you close. “You’re not going anywhere, babygirl. Please, you haven’t even had a taste of my true love for you.”

You were unsettled by his attitude and tried moving your head away when he tried kissing you, making him squeeze your wrist.

“Not gonna kiss me?”

“Chan stop!” You cried as he held on tight.

“No? Too bad” he pouted and dramatically sighed when suddenly and painfully twisting your arm behind you.

You screamed at the pain, unable to move as he held on tight

“Stop! Stop!” You sobbed as he pushed you against the wall. “Chris, it hurts!!”

“It hurts when you try leaving me.” He said while twisting more, causing you to cry out. “And now you know how it feels when you refuse my kisses.”

You screamed as you were reaching an incredibly painful point where you’re sure your arm was about to break.

“Maybe I should break it.” He chuckled. “Should I break it, babygirl? Hm? Break it? Your cute little arm?”

“No! No!!” You cried, desperately shaking your haad.

“Break it?”

“No!” You screamed. “I’m sorry! Chris, I’m sorry!!”

“What’d you say? You’re what?”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I’m sorry!!!” You pleaded with a face full of tears.

He paused his actions and smiled, clearly amused.

“You’re not leaving, correct?”

“I’m not leaving! Not leaving! No!” You replied quickly.

“Aw. I knew you wouldn’t.” He said while letting go and you instantly hugged him.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You cried into his chest while shaking.

“I know you are” the man chuckled, pulling your hair to have you look at him. He gave you a kiss on the lips then on your cheeks where your salty tears were.

He gave you a hug, getting close to your ear.

“Don’t you ever say some stupid shit like that again….” He said in a serious tone. “I’m not afraid to break your pretty little bones…”

You whimpered as he let go of you.

What was wrong with him? Sure he’s always been obsessive and weird but now he seemed unhinged, Smiling and laughing at your pain. This was different. He’s very much different now…

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Series Masterlist

Warning: Very sad dog/wolf death scene, it is traumatic and that’s coming from the person who wrote it and I’m very sorry ahead of time, Emotional and Relationship Manipulation

Translation: девочка means Babygirl and for anyone who speaks Russian, if this is not accurate let me know, it’s just the most accurate one I could find on multiple translators but please correct me if I’m wrong, I’m always happy to learn and fix mistakes like that

Tag-List: @a-beaverhausen @ranisingsnew @susannahmikaelson @skulliecadaver-blog

To say that night had been hectic would be a massive understatement.

After Y/n’s mother had left the room it wasn’t 10 minutes before the door was kicked in and Y/n screamed, terrified immediately that someone was breaking in and Klaus was on his feet, growling at the 4 men that now stood in the room with guns. ‘What do you think you’re doing Rumlow?! Get Out! I was fucking sleeping you crazy assholes!’

‘That’s enough девочка, they’re here to get that animal out of my child’s bedroom.’ Klaus instantly recognized this man as Y/n’s father and he would have no matter what he had said, she looks like him in more ways than she does her mom.

‘No, he’s not going anywhere. He’s mine now, he hasn’t hurt anyone-‘

‘Yet! He’s a wild animal! It is time for him to go, I am not asking-‘

‘Of course not! You never do! You never even speak to me, let alone ask me how I feel about something! He’s not going anywhere!’ She snapped, moving to hug him and Klaus licked her face to try and comfort her, knowing this was not going to end well.

‘I’m going to give you a choice because I love you девочка. Either you take the animal outside and let it go or I get rid of it right now. It’s your choice, because I will not have a wolf in my house ready to hurt my child, it’s nice now but it’s a wild animal, it is not a pet!’ Y/n was glaring at her father but he refused to look at her. Klaus could see he didn’t want to upset her but he didn’t want to risk a wolf sleeping in his child’s bed, he can’t say it’s not logical but he sure isn’t going about it the right way. ‘Choose Y/n, or I will.’

Y/n turned to look back at him and pet him gently. ‘Come on Fenrir.’ He hopped off of the bed and followed her down the stairs and out the back door, kneeling in the grass beside him. ‘You go home, okay? I’ll bring you something special to eat tomorrow, does that sound good?’ He barked, enjoying her scratching behind his ears as always.

‘No Y/n, you will not go looking for him, you will leave him alone, no more going into the woods.’

‘What?! No! You don’t want him in the house? Fine, but he’s my friend! The only one I have in the world thanks to you! I don’t get to have friends, or boyfriends, or dates, and now I can’t even have a fucking pet?! I’ll come talk to him whenever I want and you can’t stop me!’

‘Y/n-‘

‘No! I’ve always done what you say, always, even when it means I can’t go to college or have a job or know any other human beings besides the people who you pay to be here but this isn’t fair! You don’t get to do this to me!’ She was hugging him around the neck tightly and he whined, not knowing how to comfort her.

Her father gestured to one of the men who moved to grab her and Klaus growled, lunging at him as he reached for her and biting his hand viciously. ‘Mother Fucker!’

‘He’s protecting me! That should prove that he’s good-‘

‘It proves that he’s dangerous!’ He shouted, his voice loud and pissed off as he moved to grab Y/n and haul her up. ‘Don’t look.’ He told her, trying to hold her face against him.

‘No…No! Let Go! Let Me Go! Fenrir Run!’

Klaus had to give James Barnes credit, he’s much more of an idiot than he expected. Klaus had been trying to figure out how to get Y/n to leave with him, and with how she had been raised he expected it to be difficult but no, her father was doing a fantastic job of driving her away all by himself. All this was doing was solidifying it for him, though he had always hated getting shot. Humans and their guns had gotten effective over the years and it seemed it got more painful every decade.

There was a loud gunshot which cut off Y/n’s screams and everything was silent, no one spoke, Y/n’s mother not even knowing what to say right now. ‘Clean it up.’ James demanded before pulling his daughter towards the house but she planted her feet and dug her teeth into his arm as hard as she could making him scream and let go.

A moment later she was knelt over her friends body, crying into his fur and willing him to wake up, even though she knew he wouldn’t. No one seemed to know what to do until her mother moved. ‘Honey…it’s time to go inside-‘

‘You let him do this…you’re the only person he’s ever listened to and you did nothing.’ Y/n’s voice was hollow, she didn’t have it in her to care anymore.

‘Honey, I couldn’t-‘

‘You didn’t want to. There’s a difference.’ It wasn’t until she was blaming her mother that Bucky spoke again.

‘Don’t talk to your mother like that-‘

‘Don’t you ever speak to me again.’ She cut him off, glaring up at him. ‘All you’ve done tonight is prove everything that I’ve been saying about you for years…you don’t care about me. Maybe you did when I was a kid, maybe it was all a lie, maybe once I got old enough you realized I wasn’t everything you wanted and you realized you hated me cause you can’t have any better kids. I don’t know and tonight was my last straw…I don’t care anymore. I hate you-‘

‘Y/n!’ Her mother scolded.

‘I Hate You…and not some teenage angst “I hate you” bullshit, I mean it. You were the only friend I had my entire life and for whatever reason you gave up on that and left me alone and now you couldn’t even let me have a pet as a friend. I’m done. I’m leaving, I don’t know how but I will find a way to get away from you and you will never find me again…I Hate You.’ Y/n released Fenrir’s fur and stood, pulling away from her mothers phony comfort and walking into the house without a glance back at anyone.

She knew her parents would never let her leave, they would see her as “in danger” every moment she was alone and maybe that’s true but she didn’t care, it had to be better than this lonely, painful life that she was living.

Y/n spent the rest of the night sobbing until she passed out, unable to keep her eyes open anymore.

Klaus truly felt awful for letting her believe him dead. He could see how much his wolf meant to her already and he couldn’t say he was shocked. This girl had been cut off from the outside world due to her fathers paranoia, she couldn’t leave the house and go to school or have a job or make friends and while her life with Klaus would be much the same (as he is also a paranoid bastard) he would never leave her alone to wonder if he loved her or not. She would never doubt his love. Plus she would have Fenrir to snuggle whenever she wanted.

Klaus knew that getting Y/n to trust him wouldn’t be hard and if it was any other situation he would find that funny but he loves her and he doesn’t care for how vulnerable her father has left his mate. If anyone else had gotten there before Klaus she could have been hurt and he would have had to kill her father for that, something he didn’t really want to do.

He knew that killing her parents would hurt her even if she says she hates them, therefore he wouldn’t be doing that but he also wanted James Barnes to know that his девочка was out there, alive…well…“Alive” and happy with another man and that he would never find her.

All Klaus needed to do now was create an environment that James would want or need to take his daughter to. He could compel someone to throw a party and depending on who it was he would have to bring his family or it would be insulting.

Having been invited into the house by his Princess, Klaus climbed his way through her open window and sat on her bed, stroking his fingers down her cheek. He was relieved to finally be able to touch her soft skin, even if he could only do so while she’s asleep, he would have her soon. It wouldn’t be hard to convince Y/n that he loved her and Klaus was thankful that she was his mate, he was saving her from getting hurt by a man in the future with much worse intentions and while Klaus’ intentions were to fuck her and keep her all for himself at least he knew that he would never cause her harm. He loves her. She is his mate, and he would care for his Princess for the rest of eternity.

Klaus would be her new Daddy.

And his little Baby would never be sad again.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[satlun]

Best Mistake: John Constantine x fem!reader

Genre: emotional hurt, fluff and angst Trigger warnings: suicide attempt, depression, possessive behavior, supernatural, violence, swear words

It is difficult to tell if the relationship between you and him is truly what you want. You fight, break up, and then make up again and again. Even on little things, you both can just bring it up and end up with fighting almost every time. It is more of a loop, you might say. Every time these things happen, it wrecks you on the inside. Until one day, you cannot stand him anymore because he is too toxic and no good. You need to leave him.

Note: this is my first time writing short fiction in English, English is not my first language so if it sounds wrong/ weird or my grammar is wrong please correct me. I really want to improve my English. So don't be shy to correct me. Plus I think it's kinda CRINGE 😭 but I tried guys so please enjoy 😂 ***It might not make sense about hell thing but it is good to just let it be like that soo please don't take it too serious and enjoy! 🥺

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Los Angeles, 2005

“Could you stop and listen to me first!?” John said with a sigh of irritation as he grabs your arm firmly while you're packing your bag, ready to leave.

You don't seem to stop what you're doing. This is the last time, it must be. You believe that is for the best. “I’m leaving, John. I mean it.” You said with simple directness.

“You're not going anywhere. Not without me.” The fact that he cannot live without you. He had been alone for almost his whole life before he found you. His life was miserable before you came and fulfill him with something that had never been given. It is just hard for him to just let you go like this even he is still mad at you. He pulls you closer to him because you don't seem to stop packing your stuff. Then you lose your balance and stumble into his chest.

“Yes. Without you.” You replied without any hesitation before pushing yourself away from him. For now, you just hope that you are heartless enough to leave him like you just said. You don't want to stuck in the loop again because it hurts your heart.

“And what about me, huh? Is that what you're going to do it again? Leave me for a few days and then come crawling back to me?” That's why you really hope that your heart is strong enough to leave everything behind. Even John.

“Well, not this time. I’m going back to New York.” New York where your parents live. Maybe leaving this big city and go, go far away from here will make you forget him faster. Far from here as much as you can, to the other side of the country.

That makes him even more unimpressive. He doesn't like the way you're about to leave him and go that far. Far enough to never see you again. He looks at you intensely as he pins you abruptly against the wall behind. “Who do you belong to?” That's the pop quiz of him. Every time you both fight, he brings up this question to remind you who you belong to.

You're tired of this question because it won't make anything better. It just keeps making you annoyed. “Stop asking me this question, John. I'm tired of it, it won't make anything better!” You shouted at his face. “Don't you understand that we don't get along? I tried, John. It’s still the same. Never change...” you try to hold back your tears.

“Just answer the damn question, [y/n].” He still insisted on the same question. “I belong to no one!” You snapped him immediately. Not even in a second you took to answer him. He just looks away with difteen face without saying anything. Before he can do anything further, you push him hard making him stumble backwards. You grab your bag and lead to the door without looking back because you just can't. If you look back, you will definitely walk back to him. It was always like that.

He follows you to the door, before you can reach the knob, he already push you against the door again. Push you hard that you can feel the pain on your back, You groaned in pain. “Fuck off, John... what the fuck is wrong with you!? You are acting like a possessed man. Why? Being an exorcist makes you go insane now?” That the worst thing you have ever said to him.

He can't believe what you said. “Is that it, huh?” He raises his eyebrows as he says back to you. “Now you think I'm possessed? That I'm not in my right goddamn head?” He grabs your collar bone firmly against the door. He uses violence again, that's the part you hate the most. His voice changes in a very unpleasant tone. He is real mad. “Maybe I just want to teach you a damn lesson, and you're making it hard for me.” You look at him right into his eyes. You still remain silent. “What? Cat got your tongue now? Talk back to me. Do it!” Remaining silent makes him even more angry. He pushes you hard against the door again but this time it's just too much for you to handle because your head was slammed on the door as well. Your eyes start to flutter slightly. You almost lost your balance as you try to grab his shoulder. He also grabs your waist for you to stand straight. “You belong to me. Understand? And you're gonna stay here with me.” He demanded you. “Fuck you, John... I belong to no one...” because of the pain of your head made you say so quietly as if you just murmur. You can feel that you are about to lose your consciousness. However, his eyes still fixated on you. “Yeah? Is that so? Say it again.” says in sarcastic voice as he grabs your shoulder and pin you to see your face clearly. He is pissing you off even more, you spits on his face because you can't stand him anymore. “Wrong answer.” He said. You are about to pass out now. Your both hands are on his arms, finding something to hold yourself from falling down as you rest your head on the door like a body without a soul. “You're so goddamn infuriating.” Before he can finish the sentence, you pass out beneath him. He grabs you quickly before you fall on the ground and then carefully picks you up to a dinner table then puts you down on the table. He doesn't even move you to bed, he just lets you lay down right there.

An hour later, your consciousness is back. You slowly get up and look around the room, you are looking for him. That's your first instinct. “John?” You called out his name unintentionally. There's no sign of him. You growl in pain again because your head hurts, both of your hand touching your head. While you're trying to remember about what happened before you passed out, John comes back. He opens the door and walks towards you with something in his hand. He puts the cigarette that is on his mouth down on an ashtray next to you. “Open your mouth. Wide.” He said. You're so confused right now because your consciousness is just got back. “What? What is it?” You look at something on his palm. “Tylenol. Open your mouth.” He demanded. You don't hesitate to open your mouth widely because your head hurts so bad. John puts the medicine in your mouth and pour drinking water after. The Tylenol didn't even reach your throat yet, he grabs the back of your neck and kisses you. One of his hand reaches out to your white shirt and unbuttoned it. You are shocked so you decide to push him away, he stumbles backwards. “What is wrong with you?” You said with confusion while John wipes your saliva off his lips. “You passed out and that what you have to ask?” He said. You don't understand what he is trying to tell. “You made me wait like a goddamn dog, and that's what you ask me?” He was just worried about you so much and it made him pissed. He is the type of guy who doesn't know how to say like a normal lover when he is worried. He just use bad words to express it. “Fuck off, John. Sex has nothing to do with this. Don't even think that you can use sex to bring me back because I don't.” Because you both always use sex as the solution to fix the shit that you both made up. You end up having sex with him and all of your madness goes away like nothing ever happened. “I don't want to have sex with you right now, [y/n]. You just put me through an hour of hell, worrying about your stupid ass.” He walks closer to you with your unbuttoned shirt, showing your cleavage. “What? Then why the hell did you kiss me then? It doesn't make sense.” You said back to him because you know damn well that he just wants to use sex to solve things like he always does. “Because I couldn't help it.” He holds his gaze on you. “I couldn't think about anything other than you being okay, and it pissed me off.” He said with a serious tone. He doesn't seem to be angry anymore except worrying about you. He always knows how to make you come back to him, the way he said that is just make you weaker. You decide to stay silent and listen to him. “Damn you, I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm gonna stay with you.” He insisted. “You pissed off that I might not be okay? You're the one who slammed me and made me pass out, John.” You reminded him that because you just don't understand him even you already tried to. He leans forward and puts both of his hands down on the table aside your legs, he faces you. “You can't handle even a slap without passing out. You're the most fragile thing I've ever met.” You don't get about what he says again, what he is trying to say? "You have no idea what I feel when you pass out like that, how worried I get about you. I swear, sometimes you make me feel like I want to tie you to my goddamn bed and make sure you can't get up!" He says murmured yet quite loudly. You bite your lips because of a little confusion. He is crazy. That's the only thing you can think of right now. Tie you up? That's insane. “What the fuck- You're insane.” You talk back. "Because you're reckless and careless, you give no regard to your own safety, and you're going to die because of it." He says aggressively, looking down at you with his eyes. All you do is keep staring at him because that's just too much for you.

John takes a hard exhale, running his hand through his hair. “We always have fights. That's just how we are. But you need to understand that it's different when you're unconscious and I can't even talk to you.” You can feel the worry through his voice. You know that you are everything to him even you both are in this toxic relationship that you both made. It's like a dilemma. Sometimes, you feel like you can't move forwards but you can't move backwards either. “Don't you understand that you're everything to me? And I’ll go to hell again to keep you alive.” And that was what he brought up. He saved your life once from suicide. He went to hell to bring back your life. That day he didn't hesitate to go to hell just for you. Your tears run down your beautiful face as he said that because of the vision of you being in hell is still remaining clear. John watches your expression as sighs deeply, taking another deep breath before continuing. “And you don't care, do you? Look at us, fighting as always, you passing out on me and me waiting and worrying when you won't wake up like a dog?” He looks down on the floor and murmurs. “Why the hell do we do this to ourselves?” He is blaming ourselves that we always end up fighting even after a little argument. It's how we are , just like he said. It doesn't easy to change in you both relationship.

You're staring at him with teary eyes. You can't hold back anymore. “You know... I’m not gonna last long. You bring me back from hell, that broke the rules. Lucifer will find me and drag me down to hell again. You can't protect me forever. One day, I have to die, John...” John scowls and clenches his fists. “If that bastard Lucifer gets his hands on you again, he will regret the day he ever dared to touch you.” He snapped, his voice cold and filled with rage. “I will not let him take you. I will kill every single demon that comes for you, and I will drag you out of hell every time if you end up there. Even if I have to walk to the pits of hell to find you, I will do it." He touches your hand. “I will do it again.” Your cheeks are full of tears. John slowly wipes out gently. That's why you can't get over him. His soft side is your biggest weakness. “Fuck you! I hate you, John... and I hate myself that I always lie to you that I really hate you...” John pulls you and let you lean on his chest. It is warm as if you're sitting in front of a fireplace after a long rainy day. All you can think about is that he risked his life just to have us here, sitting and fighting each other. The fact that if he couldn't come back in time, he could die in hell as well. “Damn it! You shouldn't have saved me... you should let me die... why did you do that? I shouldn't have fallen in love with you...” that's all you can say to express what you're thinking. He isn't impressed with that.

“Don't ever say that. Don't you dare wish for something like that. I saved you just to hear you say that?” He keeps saying, trying to express things that stuck in his mind because you said as if it was so useless that he saved you. All of it just because you don't want to fall in love with him? “You think I'd ever be happy letting you die, watching you die like that? Because I'd rather tear my own heart out than watch you do that. If you didn't make it, I'd go with you. I'd let Lucifer take me just so I could be with you.” The mixed feelings that are in your heart is just too much to say anything else. You end up pull his shirt abruptly and kiss him passionately. For a moment, you break the kiss and say quietly and slowly to make it very clear to him. “Don't you dare telling me that you would let Lucifer take you so you could be with me.” You squeeze his shirt and pull closer again. “I can't stand that.” One of his hands moving to grab your hip and pull your body against his. “Well, you'll have to deal with it" He mutters "Because I would." against your lips before kissing you again. “Fuck you, John.” John lets out a low moan, his hand moving to the back of your neck. “What if I die tomorrow? What if Lucifer finds me?” You asked. “Then I'll go to hell, get you, and put a bullet in Lucifer's head myself before I drag you back to earth.” John moans softly as he gives in to your kisses. “Say it again.” You whispered “I’ll go to hell and put a bullet in Lucifer's head...” John repeated while his hand moving to the back of your head and gripping your hair as he kisses you deeply. His other hand slides down to your thigh, his touch possessive and hungry as he pulls you close to him, his body craving you completely. “Finish the sentence, John.” you demanded. “And I will drag you back to earth...” He whispers against your mouth, taking another bite of your bottom lip. “Fuck-”

END

Note: I recommend you to read this next click here. It's like a sequel. It's not necessary to read both because you can understand the stories without one another. So up to you!!

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Note: I just found that False God by Taylor Swift has the lyric that quite relate to the story omg!! Let me show you.

“We were crazy to think. Crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you?”

“And I can't talk to you when you're like this. Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town. I'm New York City. I still do it for you, babe.”

“I know heaven's a thing. I go there when you touch me. Honey hell is when I fight with you.”

“But we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness.”

“But we might just get away with it. Religion's in your lips. Even if it's a false god. We'd still worship.”

“Still worship this love. Even if it's a false god. Even if it's a false god. Still worship this love.”

© satlun, 2024 : DO NOT PLAGIARISM OR ANY OTHER WAY OF REPHRASING

[fairyminnie444]

I know a lot of people ask about SPs, money etc and that’s fair. But could you please advise on applying to university abroad + manifesting getting into a country of choice/visa/citizenship etc?

I see a lot of affirmations and information available on manifesting a better life in one’s own country but seldom come across information on manifesting a whole new life in another country.

I think (and please correct me if I’m wrong) it’s also a self concept thing? I mean it’s like “why would they (better country) want me when I come from xyz (lesser country)”. I know I’m assuming it’s complicated but I really don’t know since there’s not much info out there on this particular manifestation.

It may not have much about it but it is the same concept as LOA.

1. Shift Your Self-Concept: Believe you are valuable and welcome anywhere. Affirm:

• “I belong wherever I desire to live.”

• “I am wanted and celebrated in [desired country].”

2. Live in the End: Visualize and affirm as if you’re already there:

• “I am accepted into my dream university.”

• “I live peacefully and effortlessly in [desired country].”

3. Dissolve Resistance: Replace doubts with affirmations:

• “Everything always works out for me.”

• “Moving abroad is simple and effortless.”

4. Take Inspired Action: Apply with the mindset that it’s already yours.

5. Trust the Process: Persist and know it’s unfolding perfectly, even if the 3D is slow.

Key Affirmation:

“I am already living my dream life abroad. Everything I desire flows to me effortlessly.”

[mlleclaudine]

Adèle Haenel : "Je suis la représentante de cette enfant qui a disparu, que personne n'a protégée"

France Inter - December 16, 2024

A few days after the end of the trial of director Christophe Ruggia, whom she accuses of sexually assaulting her when she was a minor, Adèle Haenel speaks for the first time to France Inter.

With

● Adèle Haenel French actress

“Seriously, you have to see how brutal it is to listen to all these lies, to remain calm in this situation.” For the first time since the end of the trial of Christophe Ruggia, the director she accuses of sexually assaulting her between the ages of 12 and 14, Adèle Haenel has broken her silence. “This stack of lies piled up by a man who sexually abused the child I used to be, who made her disappear, who actually murdered her, it's hard to hear,” explains the actress, who has put her film career on hold. In court, she says she tried “to give as much concrete, material evidence as possible”, as opposed to her alleged assailant, who she says “is full of crap”.

Adèle Haenel recalls the “Shut the hell up!” she shouted at director Christophe Ruggia during the hearing, against whom a five year prison sentence has been requested, including three years' probation. “When he said 'I'm the one who made her name', that was one attack too many, it's not true, it's wrong, it's a lie and yet another assault, it takes me back to when I was on his sofa and he told me 'without me you're nothing',” she says. “It's his violence, it's his arrogance, that's what drives me crazy.”

“This trial allowed everyone to be heard, including Mr. Ruggia, who claims that he was prevented from speaking, that this is a trial by media, etc. In there, he had plenty of time to speak and obviously, he didn't explain anything.” According to the actress, the director's line of defense was “to sexualize the child [she was] and to whine, to try to win sympathy for himself, and to make people believe that he is the victim of this story, but that's not the case, we're talking about an adult who was 36, almost 40 at the time this happened, and who arranged to have a 12-year-old child in his home all by himself, and sexually assaulted her every weekend”.

“I never had the opportunity to be that child,” says Adèle Haenel again. "She was always put into position as an adult, she was always responsible. Even me, from the time I started speaking out in 2019, I thought I was doing it in MeToo as a woman. And I caught on later, I understood as things progressed. I was actually 12 years old. I'd forgotten so much that I never was 12. I'd always been told that I was an adult in a child's body, so it was only belatedly that I understood what it actually means to be a 12-year-old.”

The actress points out the responsibility of adults in her business, beyond director Christophe Ruggia, with whom she made her first film in “Les Diables”. “When I see the images [from this film], I'm appalled, that children were made to do this, sex scenes with children. And of course, there's the director, but there's a whole set of tradespeople around. A film shoot actually involves around fifty adults,” she says.

[Please don’t repost this anywhere, in part or in whole.  Feel free to reblog, or at least cite your source and provide a link back here.  Asking permission would be nice in an ideal world, but I’m a realist – I know far too well how easy it is to appropriate stuff on Tumblr.  I would be the first to admit that my translations are not perfect – there are some words and phrases that simply do not drop neatly into an equivalent in English, and I constantly fix typos and make changes or corrections in older posts – but they do take a lot of work and time.  Thanks for understanding. - C.]

h/t to @thexfridax for the link - thanks, Ros!

[quetzalpapalotl]

One question about IDW1!Megatron. According to MTMTE’s Trivia Page on TVTropes (wish I could link it, but idk how sadly), it was said that JRO at the 2017 TFCon revealed that giving Megatron a redemption arc was actually an executive mandate ordered by Hasbro for the comics. However, I haven’t really seen this statement be mentioned either by the TFWiki (if it is there, do correct me) nor by a certain subsection of fans. Is it true that JRO was forced to include and redeem Megatron or was it by his own choice to give him the in-universe chance to redeem himself for his crimes? I’m genuinely curious as I’ve seen a few fans point fingers at JRO for the way Megatron was written (infamously over how Getaway and his hatred of the guy was handled within the context of said writing) and it made me wonder what was going on for that arc to occur.

TVtropes lies, like A LOT and you're wise to doubt it. It also says things like Rattrap following Starscream because he wants to backstab him and take over Cybertron (which is SS's projection and disproven by the text) and Optimus punching Prowl being how Prowl lost his eye (he lost it while fighting Superion and Defensor as Devastator).

This one is pretty easy to clarify because we can hear it from the mouth of the man himself here.

I can't I claim credit entirely for the idea. I mean it came about through essentially a brainstorming session for Dark Cybertron back in August 2012. Sorry. I remember that the last part, well, the first plart of Shadowplay was about to be released, that's how long ago it was. There was a brainstorming session at Hasbro's headquarters because there was a plan to, you know, use the next wave of generation toys to tie-in more closely with the comics and things and you know, the 12 part Dark Cybertron as a result. And there was a number of us in there, John Barber was there too, and others from Hasbro, and we were... I was gonna say, literally throwing things at the wall, it didn't get to that point. But we were having ideas an writing them down and it was someone else that said "What about Megatron becoming an Autobot?" and it was sort of, it didn't go anywhere, but it hung in the air as a possibility. And It think it was... I certainly thought to myself, that's a huge ask in terms of getting the audience to swallow the fact that um, that he would change. But at the same time, it's quite challenging too and if we are gonna go down that path and Megatron is going to become good, then I'd like him, please. I'd like to have him on the Lost Light.

So it wasn't originally his idea and it may have been a Hasbro exec who mentioned it first (or not, who knows), but no one forced JRo to do it. He, by his own admission, asked for it. He liked the challenge enough to change course on his own story for good or bad.

Not to get into Getaway Discourse, but people forget that Getaway was already being antagonistic towards Rodimus even before Megatron joined the ship (he and Atomizer gave him a fake voters list, he admitted seeing the rodpod was the last straw for him) the mutiny was always going to be a plot development. Getaway's hatred for Megatron was never his primary motivator. He exploited everyone else's hatred of him for his own goals. And you know, I think that the fact that the entire ship—including "has never done anything wrong" Thunderclash—was in favor of the mutiny is there to show that Getaway's ploy only worked because people had genuine gripes with Rodimus captaincy, Megatron big among them.

That isn't to say that I think Megatron's character was handled perfectly or that his gravity didn't affect certain parts of the story for the worse but yeah.

[gmwsuperfan5467890]

Never Have I Ever Season 4: My Extensive Opinions on all the plots

I will go through various plots and characters (in no particular order) and give my opinion

Margot

I don’t like Margot. Her introduction this season was her being furious at Devi because she was mad that Ben ghosted her but Devi literally has a right to mad. Margot’s reaction was very unwarranted and a lot for the situation at hand, especially because she wasn’t giving Ben any of that energy she was giving Devi. She isn’t wondering why Ben ghosted Devi out of the blue? She isn’t thinking that this could be a potential red flag? She is still protecting him and doting on him?

This isn’t even the only time this happens. Every time Margot is on screen, they have to get her mad at Devi for some reason, which is usually a misunderstanding. Sometimes she is justified, for example when she finds Devi’s notebook and when Devi almost gets her suspended.But why was she mad at Devi when Ben brought the flowers to her house? Why did she not give the same energy to Ben? He was the one that brought the flowers.Then she admits that she is embarrassed of Ben after she spent 6 episodes fighting over him? Girl, what was the fighting even for??

It just makes me mad that her character got so much screen time and the conflict that she has with Devi is so repetitive. I just think about how her screentime could be given to other characters (cough, cough Aneesa) and that makes me even more mad.

Episode 1

Should be called “Never Have I Ever Risked it all for a man” This is not a criticism to the writing of the episode, this is more of a message to characters that don’t exist. Devi, Margot, stand up, please. No man is worth fighting for, no man is worth ruining your reputation for and no man is worth ruining your chances of getting into your dream university for and I’m saying that as someone who loves Ben as a character (for the most part).

Ben x Margot

Was very unnecessary. Ben stop dating girls to get over Devi challenge I beg of you.

Ethan

Also unnecessary but at least he got Devi to take her mind off of Ben.

Fabneesa

They had so much chemistry in their interactions together and they were trying to tell us last season that they don’t have any romantic chemistry?? Nah, sorry I don’t believe it. During the scene where Fabiola confided in Addison about her fight with Devi and Addison told her that she would make new friends in college, I was thinking about how Aneesa would get it since she is in the same friend group (tho props to Addison for listening to Fab and getting it in the end.)

Aneesa

I adore Aneesa so I was disappointed that she was barely in the season. I wish we could’ve gotten more information about where got recruited to.

Nalini

I adore her and I love how much she has grown. In seasons 1 and 2, she would have called Devi ‘stupid’ or used other harsh words without a second thought. Now she corrects her mistakes and is more gentle and comforting to Devi. I also really like Nalini’s relationship with Margot’s dad, they had chemistry.

Nirmala

Funny as always.

Kamala

I am glad that she took that job in Baltimore and I am so glad that she didn’t get married. I feel like a big part of her character is that she isn’t ready to get married and needs to figure out the timing of things in her own terms. I am also very happy that she is still with Mr Kulkarni.

Paxton

I was worried when he dropped out of university but the writers handled the plotline so well. The first thing they did was drill it into our heads that Paxton made the wrong choice and that he was running away from change. I adored his friendship with Devi and I really liked his relationship with Miss Thompson. I really like Miss Thompson’s personality and I like how she isn’t phased by his charm and holds him accountable for his actions. They are also bi4bi, I don’t make the rules.

Fabiola

Fabiola was right in applying to Princeton because she can apply anywhere she wants but wrong in not telling Devi at all. I definitely felt bad for her because you can tell that she adores Devi and would never want to hurt her. Luckily, it all worked out in the end.

Ben

He really needed someone to slap him in the first few episodes because what the hell was he thinking?? First, ghosting Devi after they slept together, dating Margot, refusing to speak to her and lying about it being Margot’s decision. I was ready to fight him. Luckily, he redeemed himself in the last few episodes.

Devi

I am a Devi stan first, person second, have always been from season 1. I am so proud of how much she’s grown and of how far she’s come. Most of all, I am so glad that she got her dream college, her dream boyfriend and started embracing her culture.

Benvi

The moments in the last few episodes were perfection. Ben defending Devi from the creep? Amazing. Them interacting with each other and everyone knowing that they’re in love? Spectacular. Them gazing at each other with heart eyes at graduation when you know season 1 Ben would have been so mad that Devi won valedictorian over him. The scene where he flies all the way from New York to confess his love for her and they run away holding hands and the scenes after that? The most romantic scenes on the show. Benvi is definitely one of the best slowburns in recent television.

[baileypie-writes]

~Human!Panchito Pistoles and Human!José Carioca with an S/O Who has Depression~

Artist: chacckco on DeviantArt

(please correct me if I’m wrong!)

~~~❤️~~~🖤~~~💚~~~

Fandom: The Three Caballeros

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, has depression

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Human!Panchito Pistoles, Human!José Carioca(seperatly)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: PG

Warnings: Depression(Reader), mentions of Reader not taking care of themselves, probably unrealistic dialogue

Requested By: Anonymous

~Masterlist~

~The Three Caballeros Masterlist~

As someone with depression, I understand that it can be really hard. So to others like me, you’re not alone! If it’s getting really bad for you, and you’re having not-so-good thoughts, please reach out to someone close to you!

~~~❤️~~~🖤~~~💚~~~

~Panchito Pistoles~

~~~🐎~~~🐎~~~🐎~~~

~ Panchito has never personally struggled with depression. He’s just such a happy guy, so he finds it hard to relate to your feelings. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand them!

~ He obviously knows what depression is, and how it affects people. So he does his very best to help you. He just finds it unfair that he gets to be happy, but you don’t.

~ Sunshine is good for you, so Panchito makes sure you get plenty of it! He goes on walks with you, or just sits outside. If you wanna be stubborn, too bad. Because he is too. And he will get you to see the sun, whether you like it or not.

“C’mon (name), let’s go outside! It’s a beautiful day!”

“Mmm. I don’t want to…”

“Sorry Corazón, but I’m not taking no for an answer! Some vitamin D will be good for you!”

(Translation: heart/sweetheart)

“Ugh… fine.”

~ He’s always there to comfort you. He knows that depression is hard, so if you need a hug, or a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. He’ll give you all the affection you want! You deserve it!

“I just don’t know what to do. I want to be able to do normal things, but my depression stops me. Sometimes, I can’t even get up in the morning. It sucks.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry (name). I know it sucks. Ven aquí. It’s gonna be okay.”

(Translation: Come here)

~ If you can’t find happiness on your own, he’ll help you! He’ll take you somewhere fun; a park, a movie, the mall or anywhere you want! He’ll do anything to help you forget about being depressed, even for just a little while!

~ If you have trouble taking care of yourself, Panchito helps you! He’ll make sure you eat and drink water. He’ll even cook for you! He’ll also help motivate you to shower and brush your teeth. Afterwards, he always praises you. He hopes that’ll motivate you more.

“Here (name), I made pancakes for breakfast!”

“I don’t wanna eat.”

“Aw c’mon. You’ll feel better if you do. Here, I’ll feed you!”

“No, no. It’s okay. I’ll feed myself!”

~~~🐎~~~🐎~~~🐎~~~

~José Carioca~

~~~🚬~~~🚬~~~🚬~~~

~ José definitely understands depression more than Panchito. He’s been depressed a few times in his life. Though, of course, that’s nothing compared to what you go through. But even so, he still gets it.

~ His top priority is to make sure you don’t just stay inside and rot all day. He knows that’s what a lot of depressed people do, and he understands why. But still, it’s not healthy. So he makes sure you get out of bed and go outside, even if it’s just in the backyard.

“Okay (name), it’s 9:30. It’s time to get out of bed.”

“Ugh. Okay…”

“That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s get some breakfast. And let’s eat outside, yeah?”

~ He makes a little routine for you. It’s just a list of things to do throughout the day, just to make you get up and about. Again, he doesn’t want you to just rot in bed all day.

~ José always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself. Every day, he asks if you’ve eaten, drank water, showered, etc. . If you haven’t, he doesn’t shame you at all. He just reminds you to get them done. If you don’t have the motivation to, he’ll offer to help you.

“How many cups of water have you had today?”

“Dunno. Maybe two?”

“(name), dear, it’s nearly 6:00. You need to drink more.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go drink some now.”

~ José is good at reading people. So he knows when your depression is particularly bad. Even if you try to hide it, he knows. He can be gullible, but not in this case. You can’t fool him!

~ He knows that people like you can feel like a burden to others. So he always lets you know that you’re not. He also tells you that you can always come to him for help. He loves you, and will always be there for you.

“I’m sorry that you have to deal with me all the time.”

“Please don’t say that, (name). I’m not ‘dealing with you’, I’m helping you. And I’m doing it because I want to. I don’t want you to think like that, okay?”

“Okay… but are you sure?”

“Yes (name), I’m sure.”

~~~🚬~~~🚬~~~🚬~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[specialagentlokitty]

Lokittys prompts 2024 part 2

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.”

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

"The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad If we got each other, and that's all we have You should know I'll be there for you"

“We could’ve been great you know…”

“I spent years searching for you.” “You should’ve just left me.”

“Everybody has fears, I feed on those fears, I watch them grow.”

“You spent all that time waiting, and for what?” “For you.”

“Meet me the dark.” “What does that mean?” “You’ll know.”

“You didn’t deserve any of this, you deserved so much better.”

“We’re the same.” “We’re a traitor.” “I’m not somebody else’s puppet.”

“You’ve a restless soul.” “Is that bad?” “I suppose it depends on your definition of bad.”

“You’ll be working with our best agent.” “That’s a teenager.” “Shut up or square up bitch.” “As you can see they need to be kept under close watch.”

“You must have wondered if I loved you and I did. Oh god, I love you so much…”

“You’re beautiful.” “I am?” “Like the colour green. Like trees on a rainy day.”

“We can be both human and monster, both these parts live within us. Sometimes the balance tips, and one takes over.”

“Forever describes memories not people.”

“You steal my dreams.” “I hope I turn them into nightmares.” “(Y/N) no.”

“What are you to me?” “I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“There’s no such thing as perfection.” “Yes there is. You.”

“I ruin everything.” “No you don’t.”

“That’s an order.” “Bitch you don’t give me orders shut up.”

“I had everything once upon a time.”

“Are you sick?” “Please don’t tell them/her/him.” “How long?” “Maybe a few months if I’m lucky…”

“One day I’ll wake up and forget all that I was.” “And I’ll still be here.”

“You are the oncoming storm.”

“I’ll live all your dreams for you.”

“Everything around us stays the same except for us.”

“Take my hand.” “A weird way to propose but okay.” “No I mean- did you just say you’d marry me?” “No?”

“I like pretty things.” “I’m pretty, do you like me?” “No.”

“Spaghetti.” “This is an interrogation.” “Spaghetti.” “Fine! Can someone get me spaghetti!?”

“What’s your name?” “I don’t remember.” “That’s okay, I’ll help you remember.”

“Look at me.” “Why?” “I just love to look at your eyes.”

“Can we be friends?” “It’s more fun to be mortal enemies.” “Can we be moral enemies?”

“The hero and the villain don’t work together.” “They’re not married either but here we are.”

“If you go down then we all go down.”

“Don’t be stupid.” “I mean I can’t really be anymore stupid than your face.”

“I’m scared…” “it’s okay I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sometimes I just want to throw chairs out of windows.”

“I’m driving.” “You don’t even have a license!”

“Stop speeding!” “Bitch do you wanna get there the safe way or the fast way?!” “The safe way!” “Too bad!”

“…so… what you in for?” “For punching you in the face, why the hell are you in here?”

“Nice tattoo.” “Thanks.” “What’s it mean?” “No idea.”

“You want to go start fires?” “Excuse me?”

“Apparently you’re dangerous.” “That would be correct.”

“Is stealing bread a crime?” “Please stop.”

“I want a drink.” “You have a drink.” “I want a different drink.”

“What wrong with you?”

“Why are you always in trouble?” “Why’re you always dumb?”

“You’re old.” “I know.”

“Do you plan where you go?”

“What made you who you are?”

“I want to travel with you.” “It’s dangerous.” “I know.”

“I want to be just like you.”

“I’ve never seen you smile.”

“It’s just me and you.” “Always.”

“You’re my favourite, but you can’t tell anybody I’m not supposed to have favourites.”

“You’ve been drinking all night.” “And I’m still not drunk enough.”

“You shine brighter than any star I’ve ever seen.”

“I need you to promise me something.” “What?” “Live.”

“I’ll come find you again I promise.”

“I’ll always be here for you.” “Why?” “Because nobody deserves to be alone.”

“Adopt me.” “What? Why?” “Because nobody has ever been as nice to be as you have…”

“You are a masterpiece, you are exactly who you’re supposed to be.”

“Why are you always so sad?” “I don’t know how to be happy.”

“He/she/they never smiles…” “you’ve never seen them/her/him looking at you then.”

“Can we play a game?”

“You’re a shapeshifter?”

“Are you scared of me?” “No.”

“We’re the same.”

“How do you define good and evil?”

“I’ve made mistakes, I know this. But I wouldn’t change what I’ve done.”

“What I create is chaos.”

“I’m so sorry….” “Why?” “For what I have to do…”

“You have to stop smoking.” “It’s the only thing that makes me feel better.”

“If you so much as lay a hand on my spouse I will make sure nobody finds your body, and remember, I have diplomatic immunity here.”

“How do you get away with all this?” “The key is not to get caught.”

“My people will take you home.” “Your people?”

“Oh so scary.” “What until you see what I can do.”

“I’ll punch you.” “You already did!”

“You’re not that bad.”

“Wanna hold hands?” “Stupid question of course I do.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“If I help you will you be nice?”

“Can you speak any other languages?”

“You’ll be safe with me.”

“Show me the world from your point of view.”

[landofzero-archive]

Ibara Saegusa - Private Room Chapter 5

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Autumn

(Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))

Aira: Ow ow ow…… What happened?

—Ah, the stepping stool’s legs broke. So the sound I heard from before was the legs snapping?

Ibara: Shiratori-shi, are you alright? I heard a loud sound.

Aira: Ah, while I was using the stepping stool, it’s legs……

Ibara: I see. So you’ve used that stepping stool. That stepping stool belongs to Takemine-shi, but it seems that the legs were broken.

Even though it could no longer be used, he kept it because it’s something you can’t get anymore.

Aira: Eh, it’s something really important, then? What should I do? Even though I didn’t know, I still destroyed something important……

Ibara: It’s not like you destroyed it. It was already broken in the first place.

Aira: Even so, that’s not the problem. If you could not buy this from stores anymore, I wonder if there is anyone selling it on flea market apps? 

…… It’s no use. Nobody is selling. I didn’t expect it to be so rare that even second-hand items were in short supply.

What to do. I don’t want to just apologise, I want to compensate him.

Haa. Today was the same as yesterday. I wonder why I keep breaking the things around me? How unlucky……

Ibara: (‘Unlucky’, he said. The same thing’s been happening to me a lot lately. Though it's not like I feel empty enough to feel a kinship with someone due to having bad luck.)

…… If you can’t buy it, let’s just make it.

Aira: Huh……?

(Location: Starmony Dorms Courtyard)

Aira: Saegusa-senpai! I’ve compiled all the materials you asked for. What now?

Ibara: Yes, leave them over there.

Ibara: Next, measure each part to their correct size and mark them. Then we just have to cut along the mark.

Aira: Fuha…. By ‘make’, you really meant making it by hand.

Ibara: What else would it mean?

Aira: Ehehe, thank you very much for lending me a hand.

Still, Saegusa-senpai does things like this huh? I thought you would be the type of person to buy new things when the old ones get broken. It’s surprising.

Ibara: Usually I’ll just buy them. In the first place, there is nothing wrong with buying new things to replace old things.

There are people who think that cherishing a singular item so it could be used for a long time is a virtue, but it doesn’t suit me.

To begin with, why is using money always a minus against someone’s image?

Aira: Hm~mm. Now that you mention it… I’m happier saving money than spending it. It feels like something commendable.

Ibara: Purchasing things drives the economy to function. Circulation of money is how a proper society works.  

It’s ridiculous to simplify spending as needless consumption or wasteful extravagance. When you purchase things, you’re compensating the professionals for their skills and techniques.

In other words, it also comes with the connotation of showing respect.

Aira: I see……! If I think about it that way, splurging on my oshi’s is actually going to feel like a noble thing!

There have been times when I feel discouraged and it gets hard because I don’t have enough money, but from now on I feel like I’ll be able to face that situation positively♪

Ibara: It’s fine to advocate for a good cause, but please be careful as wasteful spending beyond your means is just foolish.

Aira: Ugh…… Yes, I’ll be careful.

Eh? In that case, Saegusa-senpai is usually the type to want to buy things, and not make them right?

Well, even if we feel like buying it, it’s no longer being sold anywhere so it can’t be helped.

Ibara: Yes, and in this case you could say that each has its own value. I think this is not an example that can be applied to what I’ve just said.

Aira: Each has its own value? What does that mean?

Ibara: It’s value in function. It’s value as a character merchandise. As well as the value of each material and part that make up the stepping stool.

The reason Takamine-shi liked this character stepping stool was not because it’s a stepping stool.

It’s not like he particularly liked the materials used here either. My guess is that the printing on the seat plays a large role in this.

Otherwise, he would have disposed of it once it was no longer usable.

Aira: Mmhm. I think so too.

I do think things like logos are cute, but I think anything with a large print of an idol on it is special in and of itself.

Ibara: In that case, we should make the most of this printing. At the very least, we should protect the lines that Takamine-shi wants.

It can’t be helped that it’s broken now, but this way we should be able to decrease Takamine-shi’s disappointment to some degree.

Aira: Uu….. For someone like me. Saegusa-senpai, thank you very much…….! 

Ibara: Yes, yes. I’ve been accepting your thanks from earlier on and it’s enough. Don’t just talk, please move your hands.

We have to finish building this before Takamine-shi returns.

Aira: Ah, yeees! I’ll try my best to help!

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[arandomnerd810]

Trying to make sense of Deltarune Papyrus

As always feel free to add evidence for or against any of my theories! i love talking about this kinda stuff! this is gonna be in actual grammar without my usual overuse of lol for tone lighteners and zero periods so don’t mistake my tone this is all out in the air

Basic predictions

He won't have the same passion for spaghetti since he has not met Undyne. He may still like puzzles, though, and a new outfit at the costume party he got his fit from never happened.

He's kinda weird

unpopular opinion: Correct me if i’m wrong, but I don't think it's the weirdest thing that Papyrus is staying home. He isn't all that socially active when compared to Sans. If his equivalent of a royal guard dream were done inside, would he really want to go out that much? With this in mind, however, it is a little weird that Sans isn't instantly like his friend, please, like how he is in Undertale. It's not like the Paps we know would be anywhere near upset to drop work for a little to make and hang out with friends, even with how much of a workaholic he is. What reason would Sans have to trust Frisk more than Kris? He does not know much about either since they just moved in in DT.

Theory time

Maybe in the neutral route where you had LOVE before the Papyrus boss fight, he was able to know and push you to be friends with him so he does not get killed? On the pacifist route, you seem like a decent enough person, but you have no LOVE. He may be more cautious around people in Deltarune because of the no-magic theory. (If I had to guess, this one would be the most likely one I could come up with.)

Maybe he's an ass and would mind making friends (I really hope that does not happen loll)

or something happened be of Paps trusting nature that makes Sans more cautious??

In the end i would just be happy to see him and get a line tbh ✌️