#bonus bonus points if the milk is warm

[zirit]

If you're having a bad day, week, month or anything like that, I can offer a suggestion that usually helps me. Now, listen, I don't like therapy, I hate when people suggest to "just breathe" or "be mindful of your actions"... I'm going to add some things that might work best, but don't I ever do it to that extreme myself. If you feel like going all out, do, but if you don't feel like it, do the bare minimum or, you know, ignore my advice since it's what works for me and may not work for you, I won't be offended.

It's only a very small thing, it's doesn't make any pain go away... it's something I can do in 2-20 minutes depending on where I am, that I just use to clear my mind for a moment.

So, what I do is get some fruit juice, I prefer orange and even more so blood orange. It has to be fresh from a cooler, needs to be refreshing. I usually just think about how I want to drink orange juice because it feels nice, I feel like thinking about how I'm feeling bad and want to feel better won't work so well. I usually just take a deep breath to calm myself, as I don't like breathing exercises, but you can absolutely do that too. I think it works best if you keep something pleasant in mind, don't think about it too hard, anything that makes your mind feel less heavy will work. You can also be mindful of drinking, like, consciously drink, you know? I don't do that because it annoys me. What I do do, is take another breath after I'm done drinking as well as, since I usually drink about a big cup full at a time, in between sips. Not consciously, just letting my body do it. Once you finish drinking, you should hopefully be able to form a small smile without having to force it, and might be able to take a few minutes to just enjoy them.

I apologize for the terribly long text and hope you feel a little better soon. It's okay to feel down, emotions are weird. But it's also okay to tell them you're done now, the party is over, the sad can go home. ❤️ (By the way, you don't have to be sad to do this, you can also do it while happy or 'meh'. You deserve it.)

TL:DR Drink some fruit juice. ❤️

[luveline]

I would love to do a request if you would like! Some sort of Spencer Reid x Reader where the reader is super bad ass, tough, doesn’t show much emotion is kind of cold to others but has the biggest soft spot for Spencer!! 🫶🏻

thanks for your request lovey, I would love to write more of this pairing if you have any more requests ♡ fem!reader

"Here comes the ice queen," Morgan mutters, turning his chair away from the walkway. 

You walk down the steps from Hotch's office. Whether you were praised or reprimanded is anybody's guess —your face never gives anything away. Spencer doesn't necessarily agree with the way Morgan's categorised you, but he isn't wrong either. You're like Hotch in temperament, if Hotch were soft on only Spencer. 

That might have something to do with why Spencer won't call you cold. You're never cold with him. 

"What did boss man want?" Morgan asks. 

"If it were your business, Morgan, I'm sure you'd already know." You don't say it spitefully, but it's far from a warm answer.

Spencer honestly asks just to piss Morgan off, "Everything okay?" 

You visibly soften. Walking past Morgan without notice, you pause by Spencer's desk, your voice quieter, gentler. "Don't worry, Spence, everything's fine. You still reading that book about sex crimes in Arizona?" 

"I finished it. Doesn't take long." 

"No, you're fast," you agree. "What are you gonna read next?" 

It's amazing how swiftly you shift gears. Your body language totally changes, your shoulders slouching toward him, your hand open and resting on the back of his chair as if you might touch his hair. Morgan shoots Reid a look that says, What is happening right now?

"I was thinking about reading up on the Milk Killer, from 1954. He tried to give his victims blood transfusions high in lactose in an attempt to cure intolerance." 

Even Spencer admits that that sounds boring, but your face lights up with genuine interest. "That could be good. You'll have to tell me how it goes." 

"Sure." Spencer squints at you. "You have something on your face." 

"Yeah?" you ask, and Morgan goes wild behind you, dipping back in his chair in disbelief at your breathless tone. "What is it? Can you get it for me?" 

You bend a little and Spencer wipes the lint from your face sweetly. He wonders if he should be blushing, your affection for him as clear as it is, but for once, Spencer Reid feels smug. He can melt someone that Morgan can't. "All gone," he says. Smugness aside, you're a friend (and maybe a little more than that).

"Thanks, Spence," you say, popping a kiss against his cheek. "You saved me from embarrassing myself." 

Morgan clears his throat. You barely move, your hands twisting behind your back. "Hey, lovergirl," he says, making himself heard. 

"What, Morgan?" you ask, finally looking away from Spencer's pinking cheeks. 

"You have something," he says, pointing at the corner of his mouth. 

"So?" you ask indifferently. You turn back to Spencer as though nothing occurred. "Do you want to go to the movies again this weekend? They're playing a silent film. I think you'll like it." 

Spencer smiles genuinely. It's not his main concern, but it's definitely an added bonus to hear Morgan's sighed, "Are you kidding?" as he nods vehemently. 

"I'd love to," Spencer says. 

"Okay. It's a date," you say, smiling at him so nicely it feels like he can't breathe. 

"What's a date?" Emily asks as she returns from the kitchenette, eyebrows jumping. 

"It's a marker used to denote the day or month within a year," you say primly. "I have to go make copies for Hotch." 

You don't say goodbye. Morgan likes you, really, in the same way you like Morgan, so he gives Spencer a dazed look followed by a small smile. "Good luck with that." 

Spencer looks over his shoulder to follow your figure as you carry a box of reports to the photocopier. "I don't think I need luck," he murmurs. You glare at the copier, clicking one of its buttons aggressively. "She's nicer than you guys think." 

"Sure."

[honeytonedhottie]

honeys guide to fall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧸💕

i am so so excited for fall 2024. this fall we're serving bambi doll, cupcake and espresso scented, french tips and nudes, crispy chocolate croissants and coffees, sweaters and mini skirts…💬🎀

FALL BEAUTY ;

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ marshmallow scented hand creams

as the weather gets colder it becomes more and more important to keep ur skin moisturized and hydrated. carrying around a sweet smelling hand cream can help your hands to stay soft and not dry…💬🎀

♡ fall scented lip balms, body nectars and fragrances

pumpkin, coffee, vanilla, cupcake, chocolate, cinnamon, caramel and buttercream scents are giving fall…💬🎀

lets talk fall beauty products and scents because my favorite part about literally everything is the pampering aspect and the smelling super yummy so lets get into it. the body products i recommend to capture that fall, bambi eyed, doll scent and vibes are.

the sugar cookie body wash from native

ooey gooey cookie body wash from philosophy

chocolate chip body wash from philosophy

all the cozy fireside s’more scents from bodycology

coco coffee body scrub from victorias secret pink

cupcake swirl body fragrance from bodycology

♡ for nails, tapered square french tips or oval shaped nails in nude colors

♡ claw clip hairstyles including half up-half downs or just a classic claw clip pony

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

HOW TO BE A HOTTIE DURING FALL ;

to be a hottie during the fall lets talk about our fall essentials to be our hottest, healthiest and happiest selves this fall…💬🎀

♡ warm milk and honey with a pinch of cinnamon (a real treat)

♡ warm, buttery croissants

♡ wired headphones and a good fall playlist

a good fall playlist consists of artists like lana del rey, pink pantheress, sabrina carpenter and sade…💬🎀

♡ candles that smell like cinnamon cupcakes

♡ a few juicy novels to read

my favorite genres of books to read during this season include mystery, romance and historical fiction…💬🎀

♡ keep up with ur health

during the colder seasons its important to take good care of ur health so make sure that ur taking ur supplements/vitamins, drinking herbal teas and eating a balanced diet to avoid getting sick…💬🎀

[izzabela]

Short Glass of Water - Tomas Vrbada edition (HCs)

in which headcanons explain how Tomas would love on his lil' thang

a/n: since bi han's did so well... also inspired by real events (my bf)

ship[s]: tomas vrbada x fem!reader (headcanons)

warning(s): MDNI beyond a certain point, reader is between 5'-5'3, smut, spanking,

- Tomas is from Prague, Czechia, and their average height of men is 5'10. however.... this is my HC list. i think he drank a lot of milk, so he's 6'3 i can do whatever i want

- short!fem!reader and piggyback rides from Tomas. she feels like a koala on a tree, hugging tightly on her "log" as he carries her around whenever and wherever. sometimes, she'll even get fed little snacks

- short!fem!reader loves being little spoon, and Tomas doesn't complain about it either. he likes to have you fit in his chest perfectly, all curled up like a cat as you snore lightly in your sleep. bonus points for him if he rubs your belly

- short!fem!reader and Tomas's huge clothes that swallow her completely. the sleeves of his formal attire droop low and over her wrists, and Tomas smiles happily at the sight of her in his huge clothes ("darling, you do not fit in my clothes." "it's mine, and i don't care.")

- short!fem!reader getting constant, consistent head pats from the european man. yes, Bi Han and Kuai Liang give her head pats, but Tomas will always give it- no questions asked. you place his hand on your head? head pats. he finds you about to fall asleep? head pats + massages

- short!fem!reader and "kabedon". Tomas always finds a way to pin her against the wall, and doing hella cringe stuff as he flirts with you. he'll see her walking, minding her own business, then suddenly her arms are over her head as his head leans in. ("are you lost, baby girl?" he'll ask, and she'll be in a laughing fit)

- short!fem!reader, who always asks Tomas to help her reach stuff (because he loves the feeling of being able to help as well)

- short!fem!reader, who sometimes gets thrown over his shoulder when you become super hyperactive. it's embarrassing, but it calms you down so you can't really complain (if it aint broke, don't fix it)

MDNI =================

- Tomas, who will suffocate himself in her slick cunt as he eats her out. like a starved man, he ravishes her little peach. he'll 69 too, just so he can control your hips and keep your sensitive bud close to his mouth as he licks your sopping wet cunt up

- Tomas, who will fuck her standing up. hands firmly on her hips or ass, bouncing her up and down, feeling her gummy walls hold on tight on his cock as he fucks her

- Tomas, who just... manhandles her. perks of being so small, she doesn't really weigh much in his arms (i mean... he's thrown around men bigger), so being thrown around feels great

- Tomas, who loves to explore with his hands. he'll always make her remember too- "do you like when my hands are all around? hmm love?" (and she loves it too, her hands always guiding his to different parts of her body for him to squeeze and touch)

- Tomas, who marks your body without a care in the world. he has a thing for marking: hickies on your neck and back, spankings on both cheeks, little love bruises on your legs and belly- a bite mark somewhere

- Tomas, who pins her down always. remember the kabedon nonsense? yeah, he'll always mean it in the bedroom. wrists bound by his huge hands, making eye-contact with her as he methodically fucks her

- Tomas, who almost certainly has a breeding kink. "you'll look so pretty, so round and full" or "gonna give me big, strong heirs, love? be good 'n take all of me?" graphic descriptions of her carrying on his legacy (and she fuckin leaks for it)

- Tomas, who loves when you cock-warm him after the sex is done. he's press your hips down, the tip of his cock just kissing the entrance of your (full) womb

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sigh... breeding kink. send tweet

see you all in the next fic!

[collector-of-sticks]

Some of the things that make me feel tiny ☁️ ✨

- fuzzy/cute socks (bonus points if they match my outfit)

- slobbering on things lol e.g while eating a carrot, or on a teether

- pacis (I surprisingly find I feel tinier using ones I’ve bought from supermarkets)

- pretending someone is looking after me/fictional cg

- blankies. Sniffing ‘em, cuddling ‘em, sitting on ‘em

- curling up my fingies/having my hands in lil fists

- pyjamas especially baggy onesies

- swinging my feet (bonus points if I can’t reach the ground)

- chewing my lower lip

- warm miwk (milk)

What makes you feel tiny?? 🍼

[aurae-rori]

children of the city ; a dr. ratio analysis

Dedicated to all the people in my inbox going, "WHAT IS A CHILDREN OF THE CITY AND WHY IS IT DR. RATIOCORE?!" I will now be pointing all of you to this post, because it's easier to access and find.

If you are finding this out in the wild, greetings. I am Aurae, one of the many Dr. Ratio Analyzers (shoutout to my other homies who are doing the work of the aeons and clearing the misinfo and slander to my boy's name). I am here to tell you why the song "Children of the City" by Mili is Dr. Ratiocore.

It's time to deconstruct my boy like the puppets that you see on tv, who find comfort in the strings. (if you know, you know.)

"Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day And then drink a liter of milk Warm-up before you go play Only eat, or write Or pull the trigger with your right hand Only thing that's left Is to work on following commands"

I'm totally not projecting my gifted child trauma here, nuh uh... Anyway, my personal HC for Ratio is that his child might have felt monotonous being in classes that he was already too "intelligent" for. Learning things at a quicker pace than other children, absorbing knowledge up like a sponge - sure, the praise is nice, but after awhile, especially when you get to higher levels, intelligence isn't enough to carry you. You have to put diligence, effort, blood sweat and tears into what you're studying for, especially if you want to make a change, like how Dr. Ratio wanted to. It. must have gotten lonely, getting up only to do more researcher, eating only to go back to work. Following a schedule is wonderful, and he would have enjoyed the routine, but after being isolated from other people along with that, it might have made him feel subhuman or less than human for only being there for the studying of more knowledge. Eat, study, work, repeat. This is more of a personal HC rather than something canon, though. :)

"By the time you realize You'll be restrained to a desk And with your dreams on the floor, you comply Eyes chained to the test In 30 minutes, find a groom or bride Bonus if brunette In 90 hours, spill their insides Paint your room picturesque"

I feel like the prospect of romance is pushed onto children at a very young age - and that can be applied to Dr. Ratio. Who knows what romantic beliefs that he grew with? However, I believe this is less of him observing himself, but more of him seeing what the education system does to others, and how society molds others into the person that they "should" be, rather than what they want to be. Also, it could be a reference to academic trauma and placing all your self worth in your grades.

"Now it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves Picking out my pre-written persona (ha-ah-ah) Children of the city sees only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night"

This is how I see Dr. Ratio holding a grudge against the Aeons and other figures of authority. We are all expected to be "good" and "well-behaved", and yet, we all look to the "city's night" - the approval of those who are in a higher position of us. We want to gain the approval and the praise of our parents, of our teachers - it's natural, after. We want to be included in the "city's night" - in Dr. Ratio's case, the gaze of Nous. He wants to be acknowledged by Nous and let into the Genius Society because his beliefs that were instilled into him as a child dictate that since he is hailed as a genius, he should be seen as one by the Aeons, right? However, I'd like to point out the usage of the words "neon stars" - stars are not neon. This implies that the stars are fake - I can also see this as a pointer to the idea of there system itself being fake, or societal "norms" being fake, as we are all unique.

"In four hundred thousand meters, turn right

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee Snippy scissors cut down the strings I set myself free Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy"

Dr. Ratio following orders until he doesn't. Fitting in until he gives up on it. Setting himself free from the chains of what is expected from him of other people, but not by the Aeons - no, that's something that still stays with him. However, I like to interpret the idea of a "familiar warm body" being his own childhood - killing the child that you used to be in favour of facing the future. Coffee is also something commonly regarded as students or workers using it to keep awake during long periods of work and study - it talks about how he has known to fight for himself, or fight for what he wants, before he was told to suck it up and just work for the sake of others, for the sake of the authority. However, this might feel scripted to him as well, with the mention of a "proxy" - it was a decision someone else made for him, maybe? Who knows? Maybe his selflessness was originally chosen by someone else, and drilled into him?

"As we suckled upon the nine millimeter pacifier Swallowing the fact that other than to expand We had no purpose As my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfires I now know I must be comfortable being Who I considered worthless"

This is definitely expanding on the idea of being raised to just be used by the authorities. Also, this can also be a representation of the way that he calls himself "mundane" - he was called a genius and raised as one, and now that Nous has not seen him, he must be "mundane" and he must come to terms that he is exactly what he wasn't called growing up. None of their words of praise have any meaning any more, because in the all seeing gaze of an Aeon, he is nothing.

"Follow the city's ribbon To a heart nobody seems to listen It takes my heart being broken and broken again (broken and broken again) To know that I am the reason why (the reason why) The sufferings never end"

As Dr. Ratio uncovers the truth of his childhood and the truth of why he was raised this way, the empathy that he has suppressed comes back up. And this is it - because he feels for others, because he is so incredibly human, that is the reason why his suffering does not end. He cannot detach himself like other people, like other geniuses, and treat life with little to no care. He cannot, because he loves, and that is his fatal flaw. He listens to his heart, as well as his mind, and that does not make him a genius in the eyes of an Aeon.

"Do not go home until you finish reading the value of E. 2.71 8281 8284 5904 5235 3602 8747 1352 6624 9775 7247 0936 9995 9574 9669 6762"

"E" is a mathematical constant, and therefore is logical. It's called the base of a natural logarithm, and while my knowledge in that area is limited, the fact that it is called a "constant" means that it cannot change, just like all numbers cannot. It might be a representation of the idea of Dr. Ratio trying again to fit in with others, only to fail once more, even though he knows all the rules. He was simply born in a different way, doomed from the start. It wasn't his fault.

He was just human.

You can also see this as Dr. Ratio observing the world as he grows up in an "apathetic" and "detached" way - as he pushes down his own emotions in favour of staring at his own success to help others, knowing that his empathy will not get him anywhere in terms of a cruel world. However, he cannot help it.

Ultimately, "Children of the City" is about how we are raised in a society that forces the idea of work on us ever since we are young. We do not get to cherish our childhoods nor our youth, and are immediately turned to the prospect of how we can provide value to society. We are raised in a never ending cycle like machines, to be puppets to corporations, to be slaves by the desire of the majority, to never have free will of our own.

[xgoldentempest]

nsfw merman au feydpaul thoughts

i am thinking CRITICAL thoughts about feydpaul mermaid au...either feyd as this otherworldly creature (could be merman, shark, octopus?), cast out of his pod because of his ferocious fighting nature and deemed too dangerous to keep around when he comes of age. paul, human, sailing on board the arrakeen, with his father (still the duke) on the way to meet his mother (and duncan/guerney) in a new ? location idk. their ship gets attacked in the middle of the night, paul sees his father die on another man's blade. they come for him next, the pretty little duke's son, put a gag in his mouth - but he wriggles free, kicks a man but earns a long cut with a blade against his side for his trouble. he jumps overboard, and swims, cold panic squeezing his lungs. feyd smells him, blood in the water, for the first time in his life he knows the smell of mate, and his lonely existence seems to narrow down on this scent as the new centre of his universe. he is gripped with fear, why is his mate bleeding? until he finds paul, close to fainting as the blood loss and cold water tries to pull him under - and drags him to cave. paul is in and out of consciousness by this point, but feyd gets him out of those cold human fabrics and wraps himself around his body to try and warm him up instead. he licks up paul's cut, relishing in his mate's lifeblood gift to him - more than enough of a courting gift for him, he bled so feyd could find him! ig his saliva has magical healing properties idk. paul wakes to find this creature wrapped around him, feyd lets go because he thinks paul is disappointed in the lack of a prepared nest for him, so he quickly gets to work bring in nest-materials, and food, and he brings paul new things everyday as courting gifts and is giddy when paul slowly starts to take them. paul just thinks it's better to not offend the creature feeding him.

(for enjoyers of monsterfucking one may imagine feyd deciding he needs to clean paul, every day, preferably with his tongue (healing saliva pops off here) and yes - every part of him. paul atriedes is getting tongue in his ass bro. preferably multiple times a day if feyd has anything to say about it. he's also fascinated with paul's balls cause while he has a breeding pouch/tentacle thingo he doesn't really have an equivalent. he may also make the mistake of thinking that paul is then in a constate state of knot and feyd pities him greatly for the pain this must cause him - knotted all the time but with no relief to soothe him? and wants to suck on his balls like 24/7 which drives paul absolutely mental because he's a virgin duke's son and masturbation had been perfunctory at best and ohmygodsosenstive. feyd sees it as perfectly routine to worship your mate however he can and actually worries he is unworthy of paul, for feyd has had little sexual experience too, and that he is not good enough to give his little mate the ecstasy he deserves. paul on the other hand could not disagree more.

for noncon enjoyers: one may imagine feyd uhhh sliding some tentacles/fingers into paul's ass during the night just to keep him nice and plugged and full because feyd is territorial af. bonus points if feyd thinks it will help soothe my mate's constant knot! by milking his prostate. paul notices but lets him keep doing it anyway because he realises somewhere along the line it felt weirder to not be plugged and also he might be a little bit in love with this creature anyway.

anyway as paul starts to heal, he's been grieving for his father but realises his mother may have come looking for him. in this version he doesn't want to be duke all that badly and alia is aged up so she's only a few years younger than him so when he finally meets up with them he's like damn i kinda like it here. alia want to take over?

also come mating season feyd really wants paul to incubate his clutch and gets really sad when paul freaks the fuck out and doesn't want eggs inside him.... until he relents...... look is it so wrong to want that boy's holes full ...

idk i just had an image of feyd with black eyes and spikes down his back and now we're here. i think he would be hella cool as an octopus tho. does anyone fw this or am i yelling into a void. if u think this is weird. you're right but i won't apologise.

[ambermotta]

Draconic Offerings – A Personal Insight

Offerings are a way of showing goodwill and honoring spiritual beings. Even more than that, taking some time to give an offering also means you are dedicating a moment of your day to thinking about them, which makes attuning to their energy easier and keeps the relationship you have with them alive.

Offerings are versatile and personal. Today I thought to share my own POV on giving offerings to dragons.

So remember: this is just my experience (or "UPG"). Other folks may have different insights!

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In my own experience dragons seem to like a variety of things, from simple to shiny, which to me reflects both their humble wisdom and love for beauty.

Natural beauties seem to captivate them most: pearls, crystals, metals, colorful patterns. Anything that gleams and projects lively colors.

They also seem to enjoy humbler natural offerings, such as stones (bonus points if they are an interesting shape or from an important place) and wood from powerful trees, such as willow or oak.

Offering Elements (like fire, water) feels pretty powerful especially when doing magical work. If the dragon in question is associated with a particular element, offerings of that element feel best but they seem to accept all elements still.

Food can be a great offering, but I feel like they don't make it such a big deal. To me, offering elements feels the best.

I'd try to figure out what they like before offering anything specific. If you can't, go for something more generalist until you get to know the dragon better. To me, it feels like food is a bit less essential to them when compared to other spiritual beings.

If you decide to work with them long term, it may be good to dedicate a space for them and do weekly or monthly offerings.

So here's my list of offerings I associate with dragons:

Water

Fire

Incense — which one varies, I like offering them according to the dragon. Though I know Dragon's Blood is a popular one and I like it

Shinies — pearls, shells, jewelry

Gemstones

Crystals

Metals

Stones and wood — especially if it has strong magical properties

Potent herbs

Food offerings:

I think of rich flavors and warm food. You could share a meal with them

Meat

Sweet fruits

I don't feel particularly strong for bread, milk and cookies, but they are under the "generally acceptable offerings" for most cultures. So I think you can give them if you're short on supplies or unsure, but I'd ask the dragon what they prefer

Alcohol — I have never offered any alcoholic drinks to dragons, but they might be appropriate. I would ask

Overall, as I have mentioned in another post, the dragons I work with don't really make a fuss about offerings. I give them because I want to share with them.

I do however use offerings in our magical work together, usually to power up the ritual, and on that note, offering corresponding elements feel the best.

Important Sidenote:

Be mindful that whenever you want to take anything from nature you must ask the local spirits for permission and make sure it's legal in your region.

You don't want to be taking anything too important for the survival of the ecosystem (even a fallen branch can be crucial for some organisms), and you also don't want to leave behind anything that could harm it.

I mentioned shells as offerings — unfortunately, taking them does have an impact in the ecosystem so I disencourage it. Their calcium is important for the ocean's chemical cycles and the shells themselves are used by other organisms, so be mindful of that.

Final Considerations

There is not really too much to say about this, really. That is because offerings are very personal things.

One man's junk can be another man's treasure.

One dragon may like simple offerings, another one may like something fancier. You can offer an old necklace which has a deep meaning to you, or a simple food offering.

What matters is that you make your offering special for you and the dragon, and if you're unsure about what they like, by all means ask!

Or adopt the good old trial and error method.

And lastly, do take the opportunity to connect with your dragon. Don't just say "here you go" and call it a day. Make it special! Spend some time with them!

They'll enjoy it more if you put more time, effort and meaning into it.

Thank you for reading!

[agerefandomstuff]

Could you maybe write some HCs about being Homelander's wife and giving him his milk and paci after he's been venting like hell and having a rough day? Bonus if reader's pregnant. 💕 Thank you in advance 💕

Regressor!Homelander and Pregnant CG!Reader Headcannons

-Homelander has a lot of rough days being America’s number one hero and now Vought’s self-elected leader.

-everything he tells the remaining Seven members to do they somehow always messed it up, leaving him to clean up the mess, save his reputation, and overall wishing he would’ve just done it himself the first time!

-You had heard him rant about this a hundred times before you’re sure of it.

-But you listen every time, knowing sometimes all he needed was someone to listen to him without trying to “undermine him”(as he might put it) by solving the problem or telling him he wasn’t allowed to complain or something.

-you are his safe space.

-although you’d also been through this enough times to know that if he went on too long he was going to only rile himself up until he hit his breaking point and threw a tantrum.

-And Homelander’s tantrums…. They were deadly to say the least.

-so while he continued to rant you warmed up a bottle of your milk and nabbed a pacifier. (The day you started lactating he had about combusted from pure unbridled baby excitement and decided he wouldn’t accept any other kind of milk.)

-bringing them back, you took his hand and led him towards the couch. He follows you without hesitation, continuing to talk too busy to notice your plans despite how many times you two have been through this.

-but once you sat him down over your lap he trailed off his rant, getting comfortable with you.

-“you want your bottle, baby?” You ask him, settling his anger down near instantly. only mild baby frustration left. But you knew even that wouldn’t last.

-He’ll nod and murmur a little like he’s embarrassed but you know he’s always craving your attention and mothering.

-You could make him regress anywhere anytime with the most bare minimum actions. A little “baby boy” here, a pacifier there, and his stress was practically gone. Placed on the back burner of his mind for another time.

-you bring the bottle to his lips and he rests his hand on your belly as he latches on, chugging the best he can out of the rubber nipple.

-He always tried to drink fast at first especially when he regressed after being angry. He would chug hard like he was trying to take his anger out on the rubber. As if it had been the reason he spent the whole evening venting.

-But as his mommy’s/caregiver’s warm milk flooded into his belly while the baby pressed against his hand, he couldn’t find it in himself to stay upset. He never could.

-he’ll lean his cheek onto your shoulder and look down at your belly.

-He loves to feel the baby moving and watching it with his xray vision when he was little.

-it was endearing and a bit entertaining how curious he would get. Sometimes he would just lay on his stomach in front of your belly like it was his favorite cartoon, just watching, giggling softly, and asking you or the baby questions.

-after a few moments watching, you whisper soft praises to him making him melt even further against you. He closes his eyes finally and his suckling slows down to make the last amount of milk last a few minutes longer.

-once he’s finished you tug the bottle from his lips, despite his protesting whimpers, and replace it with his pacifier.

-he settles back down and resumes the suckling actions with the pacifier.

-The act was soothing and incredibly comforting to him but he would probably never admit it out loud.

-Just like he would probably never admit how much he relied on you.

Thanks for the request! I added bonus pictures/edits bc…. I’m weak. I had to. I love baby Homelander.

[bellysoupset]

Okay, if you have time, how about Leo with some little, minor sickness (maybe even a surprise continuation of what happened on the plane), and he FaceTimes Jonah, and it's the middle of the night in Europe but Jon stays up and comforts Leo. Bonus points if Leo takes the phone into the bathroom to puke and it "surprise" triggers Jon's sympathy sickness? Or he's just feeling lousy himself from the illness you just wrote about, so he and Leo end up comforting each other? Fluff fluff fluff. Thank you! I'm crawling through my next fic and the speed at which you write is envy-inducing. (But I crave the content, lol)

This is a tiny bit different than you asked for, but I hope it's alright Lis!

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Sick Jonah at Switzerland - Pt. 2

"I am fine, mum," Jonah groaned, all but tugging at the roots of his hair. The elation at having his mother (and sister! and stepdad!) fussing over him had faded quickly and he was ready for this to be over. It was just a mild flu, he wasn't dying.

Jackie threw him an unimpressed glare, continuing to fluff the blankets around him despite Jon claiming he was feeling warm and didn't need 5 blankets in the middle of Switzerland summer, "now stay put and don't kick it off, the fever will break in no time."

"Yeah, bet," Jonah rolled his eyes, more than a little grouchy and he didn't miss the way Jackie pressed her lips in a thin line, clearly finding humor in the situation.

"You used to climb in our bed when you were sick," Jackie whispered, crouching down next to him in order to stroke his hair, "not looking for us, no, just like our bed was more comfy than yours."

Jonah's cheeks burned and he curled on his side, fever frying at his nerves, "I don't remember that."

"You were too little," she shrugged, curling a tightly coiled curl around pinky, "you were the sweetest kid, darling."

"Now you're just straight up lying," Jonah sighed, closing his eyes under the hair pet. He was enjoying it, despite all the bitching he was doing. The biggest problem was the soup Angie had brought over an hour ago, that was sitting in his belly like a brick, causing him to feel overheated and clammy with nausea. He was thankful him and his mother weren't close enough she could read that in his face.

"No, I'm not," Jackie stroked his cheek softly, "aside from a weird fixation on operating in the animals you found in the yard, you were a sweetheart."

Jonah let out a surprised snort at that, opening his eyes, "what?"

"You'd drag dead pigeons and all sorts of rodents inside to operate on them, a horrible macabre thing," Jackie wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Jasper thought it was cute, of course."

"Of course," Jonah couldn't help but grin. If there was one thing him and his father were in the same page about was their love for medicine, "it must've driven you crazy."

Jackie raised her eyebrows in an amused way, although there was a flash of sadness in her eyes that Jon couldn't help but wonder was regret. He knew, now, that his mom had struggled with motherhood and her marriage through all of his childhood. It was water under a bridge nowadays, but she probably missed those days now that she could properly appreciate them.

No point crying over spilt milk and Jackie shook her head as if to disperse the memories, leaning in to plant a kiss on his brow, "I'll come check in on you in a bit."

"Please just let me sleep," Jonah groaned, "no more checking in."

Uninterested in his complaints, she waved him off and walked out of the room, leaving the door half shut. Jon waited until he heard her footsteps disappearing down the hall before kicking off his blankets and sitting up on the bed, reaching for his phone in the bedside table's drawer, which had been confiscated five hours before.

One missed call from Leo, only an hour before. A bazillion texts.

He made the math, if it was nearly ten PM for them, it was... four o'clock for Leo? Three?

Whatever, Jonah hit the return call button.

It rang and rang and for a minute Jon though Leo wouldn't pick up, but then the call connected and his fiance's chirpy voice drifted through, "oh look who remembered he's got a whole husband waiting for him!"

Jonah opened a small smile at the man's sardonic tone, "sorry, I-" am sick and held hostage by my mom who's living her missing moments with me? "got tied up here. How are you?"

"I'm great, now," Leo's voice was almost a whole note higher than his normal tone, excitement clear, "missing you like crazy. Luke and Bell tried to kidnap JD, can you beli-"

"Now? Why now?" Jon interrupted, frowning and fanning himself when the queasy sensation got worse. He moved the phone slightly, in order to burp soundlessly in his mouth and blow it away.

"Oh I got some disgusting food poisoning in San Francisco, I never wanna see a cookie again," Leo groaned, "Thank God I asked Luke to pick me up in Portland, because there was no way I'd have made it home puking-"

Jonah's stomach flipped just at the thought and he grimaced, squeezing his eyes closed when a particularly nauseating cramp gnawed at his side.

He opened his mouth in order to change the subject, but what came out was a gross, wet burp and Jon cringed, pulling the phone away quickly, "shit, sorry- I'm-" another gurgle crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down, "sorry."

Leo's surprised chuckle died down, "it's alright baby, it's not as if I haven't heard you burp a million times before..." his good mood was contagious and Jonah opened a small smile, despite the horrible sensation of the soup churning in his gut.

"Uhm you were saying they-"

"Yeah, I puked all the way from Portland to here and then spent the night in the bathroom floor with Luke, quite the bonding experience," Leo scoffed.

"I'm sorry, that's horrible," Jon said diplomatically, feeling proud of himself for sounding so normal when his mouth was starting to water with nausea.

"It's fine, I got to cuddle Luke aaaall night, he's very comfy I'll have you know-" Leo's tone was teasing, purposefully trying to get a rouse out of Jonah and it wouldn't have worked so well if Jon wasn't feeling like absolute crap. He scowled at his blankets.

"That's great, Wagner," Jonah said bitterly, "you like him so much keep him."

Leo's giggle drifted through the line, "you're too easy, angel," he said lightheartedly, "hey, can you facetime? I miss your face..."

"Uhm, now isn't really a good time-"

"Why?" He could hear Leo's frown and Jonah rubbed at his chest, feeling his stomach burn. He swallowed another burp that tried to sneak up.

"I'm not- Leo, hold on-" Jonah groaned, dropping the phone in the mattress and planting a hand tightly over his lips, trying to fight the urge to gag. His eyes prickled with tears, not out of sadness, but nausea. He let out another wet belch, knowing that if he didn't, there was no way the urge to retch was gonna pass.

As soon as he went to grab the phone again, the call turned into a facetime request and Jon grimaced, "Leo, not now-"

"Pick up," no longer there was any humor in Leo's voice, "you sound weird."

"I swear if you start your jealousy-"

"No, you sound off. Pick up, Jonah, I wanna look at you," not anger, concern, Jonah realized. He let out a sigh and clicked the camera icon, trying to force a nonchalant smile.

"Hey-"

"You're grey," Leo glared at him and Jonah cringed. He didn't know why he even thought he could hide anything from the man.

"I'm not feeling too hot," Jonah admitted quietly and Leo's eyes widened, as if he hadn't already put that together.

"What's wrong? Is it a vertigo episode? You got meds in your carry on, but I packed extra in your toiletry bag-"

"No," Jon shook his head, giving up on trying to seem collected and dropping the phone in the opposite pillow to his, curling back into his spot, "it's some flu. I got a fever and my throat is a little scratchy."

"And you're nauseous," Leo completed what he didn't say and Jonah shrugged.

"I'm not, but they forced me to have soup-" just the thought of it had him flinching and Jon shuddered, unable to finish his thought.

Leo grimaced in sympathy, "and it's not sitting well," he completed, "angel, just puke it up, no point fighting the nausea for hours."

"I can fight it," Jonah frowned, rolling in the bed so he could open his hand over his stomach, pressing softly, "I just need a minute."

"Okay..." Leo didn't sound convinced, "do you wanna see JD?"

Happy to have his thoughts occupied by anything other than his body, Jonah nodded, propping his cheek on his hand, elbow in the mattress, in order to look at his phone.

Only then he fully took in Leo, who was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, hair a mess, clearly he had been exercising judging by the sweat marks on his wifebeater and the way his face was all flushed.

"You're looking hot," Jonah pouted, causing Leo to blush further.

"I'm looking like I really need a shower," the blonde corrected him, taking the camera with him as he hunted JD down in their apartment. Even though Leo was holding it quite steady, Jonah quickly shut his eyes when motion sickness started to add to his nausea.

"Here, baby, c'mere-" Leo said in a sweet voice, then in a more concerned one, "Jon, you should go sit in the bathroom, you're really not looking well."

"Don't-" He shook his head, "don't want-"

"Jonah," Leo sighed, frustrated, "take the phone with you, I'll keep you company."

"Gross," Jonah scowled and Leo shrugged.

"You rather go sit there alone? It's okay if you do, we can talk another time," he said, as if he didn't know Jon really didn't want to go sit alone either.

Jon let out a groan, then his stomach rolled once again and he decided to get up before he ended up puking all over his lap. He grabbed the phone, then curled up on the floor, in front of the toilet, propping his cell against a wall.

"Happy?"

"Jumping with happiness," Leo answered in an equally sharp tone, "I'm really sorry you're feeling crappy during your vacations, baby."

Jon hummed in agreement, leaning forward and staring at the water. He felt so warm, there was a horrible sickly taste at the base of his throat. He tried to clench his belly, in order to speed things up, but all that came up was some frothy saliva.

"Bloody hell," he groaned and heard a meow agreeing with him. Jonah draped an arm over the toilet seat, resting his cheek on his forearm in order to look at the small device on the floor.

JD was headbutting the screen, while Leo said softly, "no, baby, I wanna talk with Jon, don't eat the camera. Stop, bad kitty."

Jonah's heart squeezed and he blamed the fever for the way his eyes stung. He turned his head in order to gag fruitlessly over the bowl once more.

"Do any of them know you're sick? I know you said they fed you soup, but is that an european thing or-"

Jonah groaned loudly, pressing his stomach to the rim of the toilet at the mention of the soup he was trying to forget about. His mouth flooded with saliva and he spat it, only to trigger a gagging fit, that quickly turned into a loud burpy-retch and a splash of sickening sweet soup fell into the toilet.

He gasped for air, trying to gulp it down, but the mere attempt at breathing triggered another retch and Jonah let out a choked noise, slumping over the toilet as a huge gush of vomit erupted.

He pressed a hand to his stomach, feeling more than a little humiliated, working up a sickly burp and a tendril of cloudy spit.

"Shit, Jon," Leo's voice pierced through his nausea induced fog, "babe, I'm serious, do Jackie or Angie know you're sick? I don't want you getting dehydrated-"

"I'm fine," Jonah rasped out, wiping at his mouth and clumsily reaching for the toilet paper. He squeezed his eyes shut in order to press the flush, the glimpse of the half digested soup enough to make his stomach turn and another sickly belch to roll out, "they know I'm sick."

"Are they taking good care of you?"

Jonah slumped to the ground, then smiled, exhausted, as he saw Leo had brought the phone ridiculously close, so his face was occupying the whole screen. He looked terribly worried.

"They are..." he curled up, pressing his forehead to the ground tiles, the cooling sensation a balm against his skin, "not as good as you, though."

"Quit being cute with me, you're dying," Leo said sharply, "how's your tummy? Do you feel better?"

"A bit," Jonah sighed, closing his eyes, "the cold ground is nice."

"I'm calling Jackie."

"Nooo," Jon groaned, exhausted and sleepy now that the nausea had reduced considerably, but not vanished, "no, just... Just keep talking. I like your voice."

"You sound delirious," Leo groaned, "really, how high is the fever?"

"Shhhh," he frowned, waving dizzily at the phone to shut Leo up, "what were you doing before I called? You're all pink."

"I went to the building's gym," Leo answered him, concern still clear in his voice, "don't you think your bed would be more comfy than the cold floor, angel?"

Jonah let out a huff, "I'll move in a bit...", he yawned, "why do you call me that?"

"Angel?" Leo questioned and then heard a little affirmative noise, "ah. Well, because you are... Your literal job is saving people's lives," the embarrassment was clear and Jon forced his eyes open just so he could see his fiancé's red face.

"That's an exaggeration, I'm a resident doctor."

"You're the love of my life and an angel, now get the fuck up and go to bed," Leo said sharply, causing Jonah to laugh heartedly. He regretted it when his sore stomach cramped, clutching his belly.

"Okay, okay, you're worse than my mum," Jon sighed, forcing himself to sit up, his head swam at the change of positions, "just give me a minute."

"One, two, three-" Leo started to count, bitchy as ever and Jonah hung his head, concealing a smile.

"You're such a little shit."

[creepypasta-fan-page]

“Creepypasta Headcanons, Favorite drink edition„

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-: Jeff The Killer: Mango flavored Arizona. Just can’t stop loving the mango flavor.

-: Eyeless Jack: O negative blood. Thinks it’s sweeter then the rest. Gets called a mosquito by Jeff The Killer for this.

-: Laughing Jack: Warm Milk. With Chips Ahoy Cookies. And no he doesn’t put his milk in the microwave to heat it up. He puts it in a pot over the stovetop. He’s not a monster.

-: Jane The Killer: Sweet Tea Arizona. With vodka. And lime juice.

-: Sally Williams: Pepsi, she will not drink it room temp or slightly cold. Has to have ice. Definitely has emptied BENS dr. Pepper and replaced it with Pepsi. Did gaslight him into thinking it was Dr. Pepper.

-: BEN Drowned: Dr. Pepper. Has gotten into fights over this with Clockwork and Sally. Has not won. Has been tied down and forced to drink Coca-Cola.

-: Slenderman: Water… Need I say more?

-: Masky (MH): Crown Royal whiskey. He especially likes the peach and apple flavor. Bonus points if it’s mixed with actual peach or apple juice.

-: Hoodie (MH): Mountain Dew Lemon and Lime. Likes the staticky taste when you drink it too fast. Really likes it with tequila.

-: “Ticci” Toby: A&W cream soda. Likes the vanilla taste. Clockwork put him on it after getting grossed out from him drinking straight Vanilla Flavoring.

-: Clockwork: She’s a Coca-Cola girl. Will fight you if you say Pepsi or Dr. Pepper is better. And will win.

-: Nina The Killer: Monster Energy Ultra violet. She really likes it when you make it into a slushee. Like grab a bag of ice and pour the Monster into a separate bag and put them together.

-: KageKao: Strawberry Ramune. Gets irrationally angry if someone pushes the metal ball instead of him.

-: Bloody Painter: straight tequila. Likes the sharpie taste.

-: X- Virus: Likes Naked Juice Berry Blast. Thinks it makes him healthy. Has experimented with it. Does know how to make it from home.

-: Homicidal Liu: Liquid Death. Thinks it makes him edgy. Sully likes Dr. Pepper slushees though.

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[coffeeeinbed]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ zodiac signs as coffee 

capricorn: espresso shot straight to the point and full of energy, capricorns match the vibe of an espresso shot to a T. they're an absolute no bullshit choice and you know exactly what you're getting with a capricorn.

aquarius: dirty chai  aquarius' aren't like the other girls, the same way a dirty chai isn't like the other coffees. chai is the star of the show here, and it's one of those drinks that feels irreplaceable.

pisces: vanilla affogato pisces of course had to be the sweetest coffee known to man, the affogato. unsure if an affogato is a desert or a drink, but like the pisces, we tend to overlook the confusion they cause and just enjoy the saccharine energy they offer.

aries: irish coffee  unsuspecting at first, but packs a punch. like an aries, irish coffee's can come off strong at first but it'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy after a while. spending time with an aries is always a good time.

taurus: caramel macchiato caramel macchiatos, despite not being as common, are well known and popular. like a taurus, they are known for being extremely strong with a hint of sweetness. unreliable and spacey at times, but always enjoyable when you encounter them.

gemini: cold brew with milk for a sign that seems to always be on the go and committing to a million different things, cold brew is a drink equally as adaptable as they are. quick, on the go, and easy to play with proportions, cold brew can be whatever you want it to be, just like the diverse personality of a gemini.

cancer: iced lavender latte  very gentle and an acquired taste, iced lavender lattes not only are a cancer season staple, but represent cancer's perfectly. floral flavors emulate the tender nature of this sign, and iced latte's are my summer coffee of choice.

leo: espresso martini espresso martinis are always the center of attention, just like leos. it's always a fun time when there's one of these around, but not only do you feel intoxicated in their presence, but the added espresso is an energy booster.

virgo: cappucino a comfort drink but still the logical choice. like virgo's, cappuccino's represent focus with the added bonus of a fun little garnish. virgo's always bring a little pizzazz with them despite their serious and passionate nature.

libra: pumpkin spice latte a classic, but with a fun twist. some people hate them, some people love them, no one ever feels neutral about a PSL, or a libra for that matter. despite their reputation, they are both a fun time and a cozy fall vibe.

scorpio: flat white  what the hell even is a flat white? exactly. scorpio's are absolutely the most mysterious sign, you have no idea what's in store. it seems like a pretty upfront coffee drink, but there's an unexpected sweetness to them.

sagittarius: peppermint mocha  a festive drink for the most festive sign! sagittarius' are the life of the party, and born in the lead up to christmas, it only felt right that they are the best holiday drink out there.

[immoralimmortals]

Hidan x Reader x Kakuzu headcanons

A note: the end paragraph is NSFW. Let's start with Kakuzu's perspective first:

In my head, Kakuzu is moronsexual...by accident. He's been around so long and is so jaded that the new and novel that manage to impress upon him really impresses upon him. That, unfortunately, also means that those people are fucking ridiculous.

Hidan: blood ritual sacrifice stabbing myself death death death Reader: bogos binted? Hidan: jashin be damned my girl can work a scythe Kakuzu:

In my fic, Kakuzu names the insert/reader Takara, which means Treasure. He also nicknamed her "duckling" and lives to regret it every day. It makes him feel so stupid. To love, for Kakuzu, means he must suffer...both in big ways and in small. The small ways are worse because they're less justifiable, less like grand selfless sacrifice.

The thing that bothers Kakuzu the most is that he isn't tearing the civilian apart when he gets mad, not like he's so infamous for. Frankly, it means he can't predict himself anymore, so in an ironic twist his lack of rage is making him uncomfortable, less sure of his own stitched skin. He finds excuses to hide himself away when she's most vulnerable.

He shows his affection in what is perhaps the most admirable but overlooked form: economic service. He wants the ones he love to be successful and stable, works hard to help this come to pass. In my writing, I have Kakuzu make the reader analog pursue a career in music performance at a quiet bar, supervising each night and making sure she gets her tips.

This also, perhaps unfortunately, puts him in control of finances. He is a very, very frugal man. He will not give you diamonds or frivolous things; he will make sure you are safe and warm and fed, and everything else is for emergencies and investment. You're a grown adult so whatever you do with whatever money you get directly is yours...but he will judge you and make his advice well known.

On Hidan's end...

I've mentioned before that I see him as very likely to have his ears perk at the mention of anything you may like. It doesn't matter how fucking stupid it is. He'll call it stupid but he'll do it / give it. Chocolate? Ten different kinds of bars of chocolate. There's dark, ruby, milk...what the hell do you like? Ok, he's going to get you ten more milk chocolate bars in specific. Be grateful.

Hidan has a very tenuous relationship with humanity, hence the whole religion about killing people thing. The foundation of your relationship with him has to have room for forgiveness there, some way or another. Normally civilians don't impress, but if you happen to catch his eye in the midst of a fight for your life...you have his attention. Bonus points if your attacker dies. Big turn on, gives you a reason to both be around and kept alive to indoctrinate.

I think he absolutely aches for someone to listen to him, both in the sense of Jashinism but also in a personal way. He's attention hungry; if you can listen to him, he will not only respect you but listen to you in kind. His greatest comfort is your listening ear, to sit by his side and simply understand. You calm him down, slow him down, and give him the closest semblance of peace he's ever known. It's a vast difference, peace and ecstasy. He isn't entirely sure what he feels about it.

Speaking of, he most definitely will eventually experience conflict, considering the scripture of Jashin to how he feels with you. A fellow Jashinist (or prospective one, to him) gradually becomes a lover. Does that make you his neighbor? Should you be dead? He will weigh the realities and figure out what his lord means to give you to him.

He values your independence. He wants you to make decisions for yourself and use your brain and heart to get what you want. If you're a follower type of person, he's going to nudge (see: shove) you off the path and out of your comfort zone every time. Once you gain his respect, you have more than enough room to judge him back (see: how he shares affection with Kakuzu).

Together:

Their desire for you contrasts on the surface but goes hand in hand in intent. Religion or money...either form, they want you to thrive and survive and succeed. They'll fight and bicker all hours of day, but at night they will always agree on you. You who brings Kakuzu hope, you who brings Hidan rest. They will kill for you, but more importantly...they'll learn how to live for you, instead of merely exist day by day. You teach them to get along better, eventually irking so very, very easily into mutual sparks of romance. They just needed some kindling instead of fucking gasoline on the fire, a mediator so they aren't just the north and south poles of a magnet failing to get close.

The competition is healthy in bed. They both have the same goal in mind- to spoil you- and though they may argue and tease and grumble, they learn not to let it get in the way. They get each other off but more so are enthralled with getting you off at the same time. Hidan likes to lick down your skin, reveling your shiver, hand sliding slowly down your waist, and Kakuzu likes to grip you nice and tight, with limbs and threads and all, gently but oh so firmly getting you just the way he wants you. But make no mistake: you have no control. You are theirs, theirs, theirs, to do with as they wish.

[aurae-rori]

hi friend, i am literally so glad i've found another dr. ratio enjoyer! you're literally such a great writer and I love your character analyses.

anyways, my curiosity is peaked, how is children of the city dr. ratio core?

First of all, thank you so much - haha, I'm glad that you enjoy my analyses and writings. I'm so sorry that it took me this long to get back to you - I had a few things to take care of, but I'm going to do a full analysis in your honour!

Analysis under the cut, because it gets really long. :)

"Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day And then drink a liter of milk Warm-up before you go play Only eat, or write Or pull the trigger with your right hand Only thing that's left Is to work on following commands"

I'm totally not projecting my gifted child trauma here, nuh uh... Anyway, my personal HC for Ratio is that his child might have felt monotonous being in classes that he was already too "intelligent" for. Learning things at a quicker pace than other children, absorbing knowledge up like a sponge - sure, the praise is nice, but after awhile, especially when you get to higher levels, intelligence isn't enough to carry you. You have to put diligence, effort, blood sweat and tears into what you're studying for, especially if you want to make a change, like how Dr. Ratio wanted to. It. must have gotten lonely, getting up only to do more researcher, eating only to go back to work. Following a schedule is wonderful, and he would have enjoyed the routine, but after being isolated from other people along with that, it might have made him feel subhuman or less than human for only being there for the studying of more knowledge. Eat, study, work, repeat. This is more of a personal HC rather than something canon, though. :)

"By the time you realize You'll be restrained to a desk And with your dreams on the floor, you comply Eyes chained to the test In 30 minutes, find a groom or bride Bonus if brunette In 90 hours, spill their insides Paint your room picturesque"

I feel like the prospect of romance is pushed onto children at a very young age - and that can be applied to Dr. Ratio. Who knows what romantic beliefs that he grew with? However, I believe this is less of him observing himself, but more of him seeing what the education system does to others, and how society molds others into the person that they "should" be, rather than what they want to be. Also, it could be a reference to academic trauma and placing all your self worth in your grades.

"Now it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves Picking out my pre-written persona (ha-ah-ah) Children of the city sees only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night"

This is how I see Dr. Ratio holding a grudge against the Aeons and other figures of authority. We are all expected to be "good" and "well-behaved", and yet, we all look to the "city's night" - the approval of those who are in a higher position of us. We want to gain the approval and the praise of our parents, of our teachers - it's natural, after. We want to be included in the "city's night" - in Dr. Ratio's case, the gaze of Nous. He wants to be acknowledged by Nous and let into the Genius Society because his beliefs that were instilled into him as a child dictate that since he is hailed as a genius, he should be seen as one by the Aeons, right? However, I'd like to point out the usage of the words "neon stars" - stars are not neon. This implies that the stars are fake - I can also see this as a pointer to the idea of there system itself being fake, or societal "norms" being fake, as we are all unique.

"In four hundred thousand meters, turn right

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee Snippy scissors cut down the strings I set myself free Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy"

Dr. Ratio following orders until he doesn't. Fitting in until he gives up on it. Setting himself free from the chains of what is expected from him of other people, but not by the Aeons - no, that's something that still stays with him. However, I like to interpret the idea of a "familiar warm body" being his own childhood - killing the child that you used to be in favour of facing the future. Coffee is also something commonly regarded as students or workers using it to keep awake during long periods of work and study - it talks about how he has known to fight for himself, or fight for what he wants, before he was told to suck it up and just work for the sake of others, for the sake of the authority. However, this might feel scripted to him as well, with the mention of a "proxy" - it was a decision someone else made for him, maybe? Who knows? Maybe his selflessness was originally chosen by someone else, and drilled into him?

"As we suckled upon the nine millimeter pacifier Swallowing the fact that other than to expand We had no purpose As my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfires I now know I must be comfortable being Who I considered worthless"

This is definitely expanding on the idea of being raised to just be used by the authorities. Also, this can also be a representation of the way that he calls himself "mundane" - he was called a genius and raised as one, and now that Nous has not seen him, he must be "mundane" and he must come to terms that he is exactly what he wasn't called growing up. None of their words of praise have any meaning any more, because in the all seeing gaze of an Aeon, he is nothing.

"Follow the city's ribbon To a heart nobody seems to listen It takes my heart being broken and broken again (broken and broken again) To know that I am the reason why (the reason why) The sufferings never end"

As Dr. Ratio uncovers the truth of his childhood and the truth of why he was raised this way, the empathy that he has suppressed comes back up. And this is it - because he feels for others, because he is so incredibly human, that is the reason why his suffering does not end. He cannot detach himself like other people, like other geniuses, and treat life with little to no care. He cannot, because he loves, and that is his fatal flaw. He listens to his heart, as well as his mind, and that does not make him a genius in the eyes of an Aeon.

"Do not go home until you finish reading the value of E. 2.71 8281 8284 5904 5235 3602 8747 1352 6624 9775 7247 0936 9995 9574 9669 6762"

"E" is a mathematical constant, and therefore is logical. It's called the base of a natural logarithm, and while my knowledge in that area is limited, the fact that it is called a "constant" means that it cannot change, just like all numbers cannot. It might be a representation of the idea of Dr. Ratio trying again to fit in with others, only to fail once more, even though he knows all the rules. He was simply born in a different way, doomed from the start. It wasn't his fault.

He was just human.

You can also see this as Dr. Ratio observing the world as he grows up in an "apathetic" and "detached" way - as he pushes down his own emotions in favour of staring at his own success to help others, knowing that his empathy will not get him anywhere in terms of a cruel world. However, he cannot help it.

Ultimately, "Children of the City" is about how we are raised in a society that forces the idea of work on us ever since we are young. We do not get to cherish our childhoods nor our youth, and are immediately turned to the prospect of how we can provide value to society. We are raised in a never ending cycle like machines, to be puppets to corporations, to be slaves by the desire of the majority, to never have free will of our own.

Summoning @ironunderstands @pepper-demon @misty-lilies @sleepyburito :)

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Look i know your requests are closed for now. But whenever you can. Could i have fave foods,food preferences,and dislikes for mk characters?

Maybe the basic roster? Liu kang,kung lao,sonya,jax,kano,johnny cage,sub zero(s),scorpion,raiden, kitana,and shang tsung? Maybe a reptile thrown in there.

Ok this might be long but I'll try!

Mortal kombat characters and their food preferences.

Liu kang:

He likes bold flavors, spices and savory dishes are his go to. He likes dry heat but not so much he can't taste anything. He also likes sweet fruits like peaches and mangoes. He likes mango flavored shaved ice

Kung lao:

He mostly eats vegetables, fresh and delicious with noodles is his go to. But he does rarely eat chicken (don't tell his white lotus masters) and on very special holidays he eats pork (again, don't tell his white lotus masters.) He adores soup dumplings and thats his favorite.

Sonya:

It might be typical, but she loves a nice juicy classic all American burger, fresh off the grill. Other than that she drinks a lot of coffee and prefers light and quick easy meals to get her through the day.

Jax:

The man is simple, he loves a good barbecue pulled pork. Anything high in protein that's also delicious. He also loves strawberry ice cream.

Kano:

Barbeque, beer, and mochi. Surprising to some, kano has a varied palette. While he can eat anything (had to at some points) he also knows whats delicious and whats mediocre at best.

Johnny cage:

The most well coordinated diet you expect from a well active celebrity. But Johnny prefers homemade and authentic food, which often he goes to any obscure family owned ethnic restaurant. His favorite is one noodle dish from a restuarant owned by a very old Chinese man who taught him how to make it, after Johnny practically begged on his knees to know.

Sub-zero/kuai liang:

Kuai is simple, rice and vegetables with beef. But his absolute favorite is ice cream, his eyes light up whenever he sees the delicious frozen treats.

Sub-zero/bi-han:

Bi-han has similar tastes to kuai. But prefers his meats to be burnt to a charcoal. Loves chocolate ice cream.

Scorpion/hanzo hasashi:

Hearty, warm, homemade dishes. Lots of fish, lots of rice. He likes spicy but prefers to be in the mood to fully enjoy it. Likes citrusy desserts.

Raiden:

He loves spice an abnormal amount. Giving him spicy chicken is the quickest way to earn his favor. He also loves milk too. Even his brother is unnerved by how much spicy food raiden can eat and not suffer tremendously, he's just built different. He likes lightly sweet desserts like marshmallows or cotton candy. Or dango.

Kitana:

Edenian dishes are as colorful as delicious and varied. Herbs and spices are used generously and most are vegetarian. Kitana's favorite is an edenian dish with an outworld goat meat marinated in a special edenian orange. Peaches do not exist in outworld but kitana loved the white peach liu kang once offered her. She longs for it's taste again.

Shang tsung:

He loves vegetables, fresh and well prepared. Noodles and broth must also be to his liking. There is one dish that will make him feel so content and at peace, it's a simple peasant dish from a long time ago in china. Shang tsung also loves fruits that are especially juicy and sweet, or tangy. Loves lychee and mango the most.

Bonus reptile/syzoth:

Saurian's diet consists of fish and special leafy greens no longer found in outworld as the plantlife went extinct (thanks shao kahn). But a similar dish is catfish and collared greens.

[anchoviiies]

Can I request a nice domestic Zolusan fic? Where they're all married and just having the best life ever? Bonus points if they adopt a kid. Bonus bonus points if the kid is a girl.

tw. fluff, fluff, fluff.

domestic zolusan, with a daughter. ❤️

⭐️🍎⭐️

Quiet life.

In the morning, the first to wake up is Sanji.

He looks out of the kitchen window and lets the sun chase away the sleep from his eyelids, he holds a cup of coffee in his hands and the first cigarette of the day between his lips.

The sun lazily rises through the tree branches, and the grass surrounding the house is still wet with dew, just like the slide and the swing attached to the peach tree.

Calling it a swing is even too flattering for Sanji: it's a wooden plank held up by two ropes, and he wonders how Lilie manages not to get splinters every time she uses it.

But it's a gift from Usopp, and Lilie adores it.

Luffy does too, and that's enough for Sanji.

But he grumbled to Zoro that it’ll become firewood, at the first scratch.

Shortly after, Luffy joins him, stumbling over the leg of the table as he tries to sit down.

Sanji can’t help but laughs, while he asks what's for breakfast as his stomach rumbles.

Zoro and Lilie are the last to wake up, when the house is already filled with the scent of pancakes and melted chocolate. Luffy has honey-sticky fingers, and the kiss he leaves on Lilie's cheek tastes like sugar and warm milk.

Then Zoro clears the table, Luffy rushes out of the house to do who knows what, and Lilie reaches out for Sanji, letting herself be picked up.

In her room, he arranges her red hair, helping her choose the day's dress: blue, with plenty of frills, folds, and lace. The skirt is so extravagant it makes her feel like a princess, and Lilie loves it.

She loves feeling like a princess, with also a plastic tiara and a magic wand, of course.

Zoro shakes his head gently when he sees her return to the kitchen all dressed up.

"How can she play dressed like that? She's just going to get dirty, and washing that is a hassle."

“She has elegant taste, unlike someone else," Sanji retorts. Zoro rolls his eyes but is smiling.

Sanji's favorite mornings are the ones that start slowly, with the alarm clock still ringing in the quiet house because Zoro doesn't hear it, and Luffy can't be bothered to reach for the bedside table to turn it off. He enjoys peering into the little girl's room, watching her sleep for a few moments under the colorful blankets, with her hair scattered on the pillow, a faint smile on her lips, wondering if she’s dreaming and what, she's dreaming about.

These leisurely mornings are followed by even slower days, that smell of melted butter on popcorn and baked apples, with a sprinkle of cinnamon on the top of them and a dollop of honey.

For Luffy, they smell like wheat, sweat, and fresh grass: the grass he lies on while Lilie sits beside him, engrossed in making a daisy crown or letting a snail crawl on her hands.

"If you touch their little horns, they hide them, look," Luffy says, extending a finger toward the snail, and Lilie watches with sparkling eyes.

Zoro rests his head on Sanji's shoulder and closes his eyes. The sun on his face makes him drowsy, and Sanji's clothes always smell of soap and cleanliness, which makes him even sleepier.

He's glad Sanji stopped using that cologne that made his nose itch and he thinks it's a good life, nevertheless.

The wind carries the scent of the sea and salt their way.

It's easy to feel nice.