#but whoever you turn out to be i will love unconditionally. i will know that first and foremost you are a friend to me

[starheirxero]

Eclipse: Then again, I'm not really Eclipse, am I?

Earth: I don't know. That's on you to figure out... but, whoever you are... I like!

HEY . HEY. BURSTING INTO TEARS AS WE SPEAK

[battymommastuff]

The Greatest Show

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

Part 1 Masterlist

(P/N): Performer Name

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

The rumbling from the red and white tent could be felt from outside. The cheers of the crowd as Haly's circus put on what they felt would be their best show yet. Everything from the elephants standing on their back legs to the clowns hitting each other with bowling pins. You were peeking from the little opening that led backstage. Many of your fellow performers were either stretching in preparation for their performance, or were relaxing after theirs. You were currently waiting alongside your two closest friends, John and Mary Grayson. The acrobatic duo who recently combined their act with yours. The stakes were higher, but it left the crowd in complete awe. You were one of the fire eaters. You were a younger member of the circus, but had quickly become a fan favorite. 

You were beautiful, and highly skilled at your art. Swallowing fire like water, and twirling torches around without burning you or anyone else. The skill you possessed was outstanding, and Haly never let you forget that. He took you in when you needed help the most, and he made you a star. You would forever be in debt to him. 

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Mary asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. You jumped then turned towards her. She and John had just finished their stretches and decided to check on you. From the moment you arrived, they took you under their wing. Teaching you the do's and don'ts of the circus as well as giving you a place to sleep so you didn't have to bunk with the others in their crowded space. Though you quickly earned a little tent of your own after your spike in popularity. 

"Yes, I'm alright..." You said, with a small smile, "But what about you? Should you be performing in your condition?" You asked while looking down at Mary's stomach. She was currently one month pregnant, and the entire circus doted over her. Everyone was so excited to have a new member of their family. Whoever this kid was going to be, you just knew you would love them unconditionally. Mary reassured you for the millionth time that she would be alright before she and John were ushered up a small ladder that led to the top of the tent. You, on the other hand, were standing by the curtain, waiting for Haly to announce you. 

"And now...our next performance needs no introduction...you know them...you love them! The Flying Graysons! Featuring our star Fire eater (P/N)!" 

As soon as you heard your name, you ran out. Instantly lighting your torch and twirling it around while taking a sip of alcohol. You spat the liquid at the flame causing it to poof into the air as soon as Mary did a flip in the air and caught John's arms. 

Nothing could ever satisfy that rush in your heart. The thrill of the crowd's reaction to your tricks. The high it gave you was better than any drug. Here you were, twirling two flaming torches in your hand as you watched above you. John and Mary Grayson were flying through the air. No one knew who to watch first. The couple who seemed to defy gravity, or the woman who could eat fire. Even with them in the air and you on the ground, everyone could see the chemistry you had. It's why your combined act never failed. With a big smile, you leaned back while lowering one of the torches towards your mouth. The crowd watched in awe as the fire went into your mouth. You popped your head back up with the extinguished torch in your hand. Tossing it to one of the helpers, you lifted your now free arm in the air while twirling the other torch in your hand. 

John, swooping down picked you up and you were now in the air. An act practiced hundred of times. His legs holding onto the trapeze as you both circled around the tent, the torch never falling from your hand. 

Your act was truly amazing, and it seemed to catch the eye of a certain crowd member. Bruce Wayne. Growing up, he loved to visit the circus with his parents. After their death, he avoided anything to do with it. Now he was back, but under different circumstances. For a while he'd been investigating the circus. He recently found old notes left by his father. The Court of Owls. A secret society of the Gotham elite. Their goal is to rid the city of crime, by any means. He wasn't surprised to know that his father had come in contact with them, but was surprised to see the theory that Haly's circus was a front. The members were training to be potential Talon members. The Court's lethal assassins. The circus always seemed to favor Gotham. Their stop here would last weeks while other stops would last days. Most of their members were young, and always seemed to vanish from the show after a while. He was here to find out the truth, and put a stop to it. At least he hoped he could. It was difficult to fight a conspiracy that his father barely had proof on. 

Despite his goal, he couldn't bring himself to move from his spot. You were gorgeous. He had a genuine smile on his face while watching your act. He's seen fire eaters before, but something about felt different. You didn't seem corrupt or up to no good. You looked as if you truly loved what you were doing. Maybe he could recruit you? Having inside knowledge would be beneficial. 

Your act went on, and you left the circle with loud cheers. Your heart was racing so fast, it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. John and Mary arrived shortly after with large smiles of their own, "You did amazing!" You squealed while hugging them both. You were new to the acrobatic world, but had the best teachers in the world. 

After the show ended and everyone turned in for the night, you were sitting outside of your tent. Your throat is slightly irritated from the alcohol, but nothing too bad. Luckily tomorrow was an off day for the circus. You could rest a little before practice. It was a peaceful night, and you were happy to relax in it. At least until a deep and intimidating voice nearly scared the skin off of you. 

"(Y/N) (L/N)? We need to talk."

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[hhonghu]

Imagine having three pets that love you unconditionally, puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether.

To everyone else, they are just adorable innocent pets that would do no wrong. And they are correct... until their heat comes around.

They all act like wild animals and fight for whoever gets to use your dick first. Your baby bunny!aether who is experiencing his heat for the first time cries and begs for you to help him. So you do him first.

Since puppy!gorou and cat!xiao have lived with you the longest, and they are experienced with their heats and that the only way to get rid of them is with you, they go last.

They watch as bunny!Aether gets pounded and used, they stroke their little cocks desperately and finger their holes, trying their best to imagine its you.

In the end, they all get fucked and stuffed with your come. And they are back to being your adorable little pets.

[Thirst]!

ANON. ANON WHAT IS THIS why is this SO GOOD >:( your brain, give it here 🖐️

such a lucky reader, having puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether all to yourself and being to love them. well..

"their dick is mine! i get to go first!"

"who says you get to go first? it should be me, they should breed me first!"

"hey! at least i should go first, this is all new to me, [name's] dick is the only one can help me!"

you groan in your sleep. what's the commotion about outside your room? you pull the covers off of you as you hear your pets voices behind the door, seeming to be arguing something. as you get up, you realize what day it was. shit. their heats were synchronous and it starts today. ahh, shit, you didn't plan out how you'll handle this, especially knowing nothing will satisfy them but you.

"[name]? [name], please be awake! our.. our heats are here!"

you quickly prepare yourself before heading to the door and taking a deep breath then opening it. you were immediately pounced on by the three of them all naked, lips all over your face and neck and hands roaming all over your body and literally tearing your clothes off. you get pushed back on the bed as you see xiao straddling your lap while gorou and aether are by your side. "[naaame].. it's time.. it's time to stuff me full of your dick and cum♡!" xiao mewls, his hand grabbing yours and putting it on his little cocklet, humping your palm as his tail swishes back and forth. gorou grabs your other hand and sucks on your fingers, his tongue lapping you up and drool sliding down you hand. "[naaamee], i should go first right? pleaase, let me go first on your cock! breed me for hours, let them go last!" he whines as he continues to suck on your fingers.

poor aether, bunny ears twitching as he watches xiao and gorou grind and hump your body, seeing their little cocks twitching in anticipation for you. you turn your head to him, seeing him squeeze and rub his thighs together, seeing his cocklet ooze pre-cum, flushed face and hazy eyes watching you three intently. ah, right. aether is experiencing his first heat, he probably doesn't know what to do yet. you smile at him, "aether, would you like to go first?" xiao and gorou whines in disagreement while aether perks up in excitement. "why don't i breed you first, bunny? wouldn't want you fucking your hand when i could be doing it, no?" and he nods eagerly. you turn back to xiao and gorou, your hands brushing against their cheek and they melt to your touch with a pout. "think you boys can handle a few hours by yourselves?" they both look at each other and reluctantly nod. "good boys. stay beside us, you can watch." you tap them, signaling to get off you and beckon aether. "come here, bunny. let me put my cock to good use."

"fhucckk! [name]! deep, sooo deeeep♡! your nngghh— cock feels too good♡!" aether cries out as he bounces on your cock, his ass slamming down you and wet, lewd sounds echoes in the room. "keep cumming ah, ah, ah— inside me! fuck me pregnant♡! don't stop, don't haaaah— stoooop♡!" he rams your dick inside faster, his thighs shaking as his orgasm approaches. at your side, you can hear squelching and pathetic moans of your name. xiao was on top of gorou, humping their little cocks together and matching aether's pace. gorou was pinching his nipples, flicking and tugging as he watches aether desperately chasing his orgasm. xiao's hips shakes in frustration and his hole throbs, please aether, cum already! the boys can't wait any longer, hours had passed as you kept pounding him, spilling cum and fucking it back inside him. they already want their turn!

you groan as you grab aether's hips and thrust your hips up and hit his prostate, his back arching as he screams out, his little cock jerking around and spilling cum. xiao and gorou follows suit after, xiao falling on gorou as their hips kept moving, trying to prolong their orgasm. all of you catch your breaths and aether limply falls on your, his breathe staggering and body shaking. you coo at him, giving one last thrust before spilling inside him. "good job, bunny.. good, good.. filled your pretty little hole all the way.." aether nuzzles into you, tiredness finally taking over him. you carefully set him aside and pull the covers over him, careful to not disturb him as he rests. you turn to both xiao and gorou whos already looking at you expectantly and you smirk, "well? come here you two, i still got a lot left to stuff your holes with."

what an eventful month did reader and his pets had.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS THIRST I WANNA EXPAND MORE :(( thank you anon for the food <33

[a-sip-of-milo]

Need a reason to live?

Recently, I made four polls with eleven reasons to live in each. Most of those reasons were given to me by people who have also been suicidal in the past, and I decided to compile them into one long list (plus some) for anyone who needs it to come back to when they're out of reasons to keep going.

⚠️ Disclaimer: Please do not turn this into one of those "ALWAYS REBLOG IF YOU SEE" posts. Thank you. ⚠️

Relationships

Your furry companion(s) (this means pets and friends who are furries <3)

Your friends

Your family

Those who look up to you

To reconnect with someone you haven't seen in a while

Your headmates (specific to those who are apart of systems)

There's someone who isn't around anymore who would want you to keep going

To eventually be a mentor to someone

To make sure your animals never have to sleep alone

To fall in love

Your partner

To meet your online friends/mutuals

To tell your mentor/the people who raised you with kindness that you made it

To see someone close to you through their final days

To make it big enough to eventually provide for those you care about

Your FP (personality disorder specific)

Group photos with your (found) family and friends

To help your friends do the same

The friends you've yet to meet

A promise you made to someone special

Acts of kindness

To be there when someone needs you

To see someone smile because of you

To make a stranger's day a little brighter

To hand out compliments to those who need it

To make the world a little bit better before you go

To treat the people around you the way you wish you'd been treated

To be the one person in someone's life who is there unconditionally.

To help someone you love to quit an addiction

To do charitable deeds

Affection

Hugs from someone you trust

Kisses from a partner, close friend or pet

Cuddles when it's cold/lonely

To laugh until your stomach hurts

Forehead touches

To hold someone so tight that they're wheezing

Doting on people when they're feeling down

To make the people around you laugh

Interests

That new game/movie/show/book/album/etc. that you’ve been waiting for

Telling everyone and anyone who will listen about your special interest/hyperfixations

To share creations that aren't appreciated enough

To save up for something that would make life more bearable

To finally complete a collection

Projects would be left unfinished

To travel

To complete a project you've been working on for a long period of time

Projects you've yet to come up with

To start participating in special interests you've had to put on hold

To laugh at the creations you made when you were younger and less experienced

Those who consume your work would never get to see another creation of yours

Spite (because I think spite deserves Its own section:))

To stick it to your abusers

To prove your younger self wrong

To prove the people around you wrong

To prove your younger self right

To prove the people around you right

To spit on the grave of someone who hurt you

As a big 'fuck you' to the world and everyone in it who tried to silence you

To outlive your enemies

To do something that you've never been allowed to do (get a piercing, tattoo, cut or dye your hair, etc.)

To show off your success to the people who doubted you

To make sure whoever hurt you doesn't win

Milestones

You've got a milestone of some kind that you'd like to reach before you go

To see your (future) children reach a milestone of their own

To see a birthday you never thought you'd make it to

To graduate from school

To see your wounds from self-harm heal

To experience old age

To get married

To recover from your eating disorder

To experience independence

To start/complete your transition

To go on your first date

To get your first job

To adopt a child and give them the life that they deserve

To rescue a pet and give them a home

To purchase your first car

To rent/purchase your first house/apartment

To have your first child

To lose your virginity

To experience the joy of knowing you escaped/got through a bad situation

To eventually publish your own book/art piece/etc.

Miscellaneous

To finally get diagnosed with something important

So if nothing else, you can still say you survived

You have a bucket list you'd like to complete

To live because you want to, not because others want you to

Comfort drinks with someone you love

You wrote a letter to yourself that you can't open until a certain date/birthday

Those rare and valuable pieces of media with good representation of a minority/marginalised group.

To read through past conversations with people and cringe/laugh/cry.

All the different foods you've yet to try

To see the world become more accommodating to those who need it

To watch the seasons change

To celebrate the holidays

For those days where you do feel okay, perhaps even good

To eventually replace the stuff in your closet with things that represent who you are now

To read back on journals and diaries you made when you were younger

If you are not in a place where any of these help, that's more than okay as well. It will be here if and when you ever need it. Being suicidal can be extremely lonely and scary and we all deal with it in different ways.

If you have your own reason and you feel comfortable sharing it with me, let me know via asks or DM and it will be added as soon as I can 💞

[vanessalocke]

I always thoughts America is best paired with France than England but the fandom is so pushy for the grumpy plus sunshine pair that they completely forget how great other pairings are. It would be great to see England's reactions at the double crossing of his two loved getting together and breaking his heart

Okay Anon, I understand this is your innermost thoughts. However, this is a Dover blog. Mentioning other couples is not a good idea. I will not tag this post.

I remember saying that Himaruya has a thing for love triangles. Fanservice is a good money-making tool, and love triangles are a way to keep readers interested in the story. My friend once told me that for this fandom, the main character isn't Italy, but England. She was right. Fangirls put all their wishes of being loved by many people into England. Exploiting this issue "England's harem" is a very good way to make more money.

One of the things that makes me quite confused with England's fans is that this character's fans always turn their bias into a victim and demand the whole world to pity their bias while I don't see this character as a victim at all. Whoever provokes him will get an elbow in the mouth, I can't understand the victim mentality of this character's fandom. Because of that victim mentality, any character around their bias is the perpetrator who abused their bias. Some of the subjects for this thinking are Scotland, America and France.

When it comes to Scotland, America or France, I've always felt like the fandom has a pretty distorted view of them. Their perspective is distorted even when based on official. I feel like they don't really care about characteristics of Scotland, America or France, what they care about is how many love interests England will have. If you break it down, Scotland represents the patriarchal father who denies them, France represents the handsome guy who they want to love them unconditionally, America represents the guy who rejects their feelings. You know, the typical trope where the girl with father issue falls in love with a bad guy, if that bad guy falls in love with her back then she'll marry him, and if that bad guy dumps her then she can rest easy knowing that there's a male character behind her who's willing to love her despite her past (and even though America isn't a bad guy, fangirls still force him to be a bad guy because their taste is bad guys). These are the three typical male protagonists in romance novels. And their England, is actually a teenager girl who has never grown up with a lot of family issues, low self-esteem and a desire for recognition. They turn their England into a first generation romance novel heroine who is ambiguous with many people and they don't even realize that they've turned their bias into an asshole in every way and still think that their ambiguous bias is an innocent victim.

When I think of the headcanon of Scotland and America, Scotland is Aroace and America is just an innocent child with an upright soul. No more love triangles.

Even in an AU where England and America aren't biological father and son, and England "loves" America like fangirls want (I'm really skeptical about the concept of "love" from an adult towards a child they raised), I still believe that America never had any dark thoughts towards the people he considered family even when he was groomed by adults. I believe in his integrity and love for justice.

In an AU where France has a one-sided love for England just like the fangirls wanted, I think a love country like France will move on soon. His self-esteem is not so low that he would suffer the humiliation of fighting for a lover with someone else (and this person is also someone he is close to, considers him as his younger brother/son), nor would he ever wait for someone else to give him love.

So, to answer your question: even if France and America get into a love triangle with England (like England's fangirls want), they'll both get out quickly. The Vietnamese have a saying "Tham thì thâm", which means if you are greedy and want to have everything, you will lose everything.

And, let me repeat: France does not beg for anyone's love, England is not a victim, America deserves independence. America did not "betray".

I will always love my American baby.

[jenokoi]

How is it (the situation) affecting you, and how to move on.

GENERAL TAROT READING BY JENOKOI

Hi. This is quite unexpected, I was not planning on making this reading at all. But here we are, staring one another, you with a question and me with a fear of messing up your answer. However, I am confident this will find those who are meant to read it. Without further ado, tonight we will have a sneak peak on how a certain situation is affecting you, whenever you are aware of it or not, and how to move on (were you wish to do so). Don’t fret if we poke a few traumas here and there, I can not control what I’m told. It is a bit extensive, so please take only what resonates with you and leave the rest for your fellow companions.

That said, there are vague mentions of sexual assault and hints at eating disorders, so if you’re not comfortable with said topics please do not read.

Please take a deep breath and get comfortable. Let your intuition guide you to the answer you seek in the pictures below. Take as much time as you need.

PILE ONE > PILE TWO > PILE THREE

My tarot readings are guided by the current energy of my subject in question and my own spirit guides. Energies are prone to change based on our actions, and thus nothing is truly set on stone. Please take only what resonates, this is a general reading. It’s okay to not feel drawn to any of the images. If you have to force it into the narrative of your life, then it might not be for you. These readings are for entertainment purposes only.

HOW IS IT (THE SITUATION) AFFECTING YOU?

HOW IS IT (THE SITUATION) AFFECTING YOU?

HOW IS IT (THE SITUATION) AFFECTING YOU?

You feel abandoned, left behind or ignored by someone who was supposed to love and care for you unconditionally. You feel like someone broke a promise made to you. As if you had been led on with a blindfold just to find yourself completely alone in an empty room, an empty paradise.

Some of you might be the eldest child or a role model to a younger family member. You have been left behind, yet a part of you still believes whoever abandoned you will come back. You might have been the second choice or someone is in the position you were told was to be yours. Nonetheless, you still hold onto this person/situation and refuse to let go despite the exit sign being right in front of you. You know there are better things awaiting for you on the other side. In your mind, you know what must be done, how the story ends. But your heart holds onto the faintest of flames in the hopes of a fire to burn every obstacle in your way.

Either someone you trust is leading you on, or you have been warned of what will happen regarding the situation by a male energy.

You might have developed really bad eating habits since the situation started. You indulge in addictions to fill the emptiness left by the excitement of a promised destiny yet to manifest. To calm the anxiety of waiting you abuse of your body and take it to its limits. You are a prisoner of your emotions, ignoring evidence and warnings, accusing your mind of being too critical, skeptical. You turn your back to the truth and keep on holding to the situation (or person).

“I can leave when I want, so I’ll be okay with one more.” Your childhood traumas are haunting your present self. Especially those related to your fatherly figure growing up. You might have been very loved by your father during your child years before he abandoned you or left you stranded. Yet you were told by everyone he loved you the most. You have issues letting go. You believe in a love that can’t be seen because you were told you don’t need to feel or receive it for it to be real. You just need to know it’s there and that’s enough.

You gather every small move, every little bread crumb, and make of it a feast. You are holding onto ideas and no proof. This situation is making you delusional. You grab pieces left behind rather than given to you and call them gifts. This situation could be taken place at work or in a religious environment. You are making a big deal out of nothing. And every time you realize you are moving on you find another reason to come back.

If we’re being honest, you don’t want to move on, but there’s nothing you can do at all regarding the situation even if you decide to stay, and that frustrates you a lot. “If given the chance.” You want (yearn) for something out of this situation that you can’t have. You want to be the only choice. But you are afraid of the consequences were you to act upon your emotions. You are scare of getting hurt. You don’t think you are strong enough to face the consequences, but you are strong enough to not give up so easily.

This situation could be an affair of sorts. Your competition might know of you or of the situation. “You are not welcomed.” In case of an affair or something related to a relationship of three, you don’t think your competition is deserving of the subject of your affections. You believe them trapped, and that you could make them happier.

Whispers: darling, if they wanted, they would.

HOW TO MOVE ON (FROM THE SITUATION).

Take a fucking break and stop consuming so much tarot readings in the hopes of getting a different reading from the one two posts ago. Stop feeding onto your delusions, please. Take back control of your impulses and addictions, return to the mentality of “if it’s not doing me good then I shouldn’t continue,” please. It’s all about using reason to cut the negativity out of your life.

You might have been in a low energy as of late, often wanting to be left alone and leaving things for later (your room must be a mess), not necessary out of sadness though. You have been overthinking every action and fighting your mind took a toll on you. Sometimes to find the problem one must pull from the root.

It’s time to open your eyes and see that you have been drinking from an empty cup. There’s nothing there for you but what you have made yourself believe in. You were not invited to the party, your presence was not needed nor warranted. You are not supposed to be in this situation because there’s nothing here for you. It’s not yours to fight for and it’s not yours to win. You have been ignoring the truth waiting for it to be a lie, and you have been surrounding yourself with little lies that you have made them your truth. Even if it hurts, you are to look at the situation through reality and not your own distorted view.

Walk away from your own make believe world and you will see how clear the signs become. Stop projecting your ideas onto the situation (or person).

It’s time to face old habits and acknowledge how they are slowly deteriorating you. Love is not something you can’t see. Love can be found in memories, in actions, in words. Loves needs validation every once in a while, not because we must give it, but because we love so much we just have to scream it, have to show it, have to tell it. When someone loves you, you don’t doubt it. When someone cares for you, you are not afraid to ask of it.

You have to get comfortable with the dark energy within you so that you can learn to protect yourself with it. Learn your past, discover where your obsessions come from and understand how you can prevent being a victim of them.

You are unable to have commitment in a relationship because you must have control at all times of those who have a piece of your heart. You force your own idea of someone onto them and leave when they don’t act accordingly to your script. You don’t know how to receive love. You grew up thinking love should not be received, just acknowledge. And while it might take a while, you have the strength to grow your heart alongside your mind.

The seeds planted during your childhood have grown, some beautifully, some slowly, others even venomous. A few withered in the shadows. It’s time to put them under the sun and help them grow. Butterflies will arrive on their own, at their own time.

You wish for a change in this situation, blindly dancing with the devil. You refuse to move one because part of you, like a fool, believes you will receive your reward for waiting like a good kid.

Love shouldn’t make you feel like the bad guy.

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PILE II

HOW IS IT (THE SITUATION) AFFECTING YOU?

This situation makes you feel alive, desired, wanted. You might even receive compensation from it, both financially or emotionally. You are becoming dependent of this situation. It’s euphoric, blinds you with excitement, carries you into a high. Some of you might consume drugs, could be weed or cocaine. This situation feels similar to the story of Alice In Wonderland.

Some of you might video call with someone or exchange nudity content through messages to another participant of the situation. Sexual innuendo warning: a partner might be really good at oral or constantly in the mood. Nevertheless, this situation makes you feel extremely desired and above the competition.

Funnily enough, this situation also makes you feel like less. As if you are not interesting nor cared of as a person but an object to lust after. You feel reduced to how you look rather than to what you can make. You might be afraid of showing your artistic side or ideas. You feel the best participant to a category you don’t think you deserve. You are far more than that, and are not receiving the compensation for all the effort you give. You feel as if your thoughts have no importance, your opinions only for the deaf. You overthink a lot and act as if you care none.

People might say bad/rude things about you behind your back, some even to your face. You might be in a rowdy and raucous environment. Your situation is like fireworks, pretty in it’s appearance, loud in its path, and brief in its high.

Your feelings are in disarray. You don’t know if what you feel for others or what others feel for you is love or lust, if it’s genuine or a parasite trying to suck your blood. You don’t know if they (or a certain person) sees you as a true friend or someone they just want to fuck. You also feel jealousy, a lot of it. Some of you might have stomach ache as of late. Others might be starving yourselves to fit a criteria.

Despite being a favorite, there seems to be a lot of competition regarding your goals. Some of you might constantly feel dizzy, you might like the act of eating a cake more than the cake itself (a rebellious act).

You feel like a fool who tries too hard and only embarrass themselves the more they talk, the more honest they act. There is someone you are trying to impress but they don’t return your affection/interest. This person might always be surrounded by people or talking to someone.

Some of you might be in the fashion business. Modeling, to be more precise. Your situation surrounds you of people trying to survive on their own twisted ways. Prostitutes. Teamwork is not prompted, and often those who play dirty are victorious.

You feel dirty and alone. Cheated on something. You were promised Wonderland and were given the bottom of the rabbit hole. For some, money ties you down to this situation. You feel a product to a store. For some of you, you are dealing with a player, for others, this is a career or project situation. You might feel controlled by a male energy.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT

Some of you might have been victims to sexual abuse and assault, could have been continuous from a young age or an event past the age of sixteen. You might be forced to coexist with your assaulter, either physically or mentally. You don’t feel like you deserve/want to be protected or cared for.

You feel like you aren’t and will never be enough. Someone not worth of respect. “Your body is what gives you value, not your mind, not your heart, but what’s between your open legs.” You don’t think you can reach your dreams. You don’t think to be the person to make them real.

You might be haunted by a male energy, and people’s opinions about you matter more than the love you give yourself. You are scared of growing old and losing your beauty.

HOW TO MOVE ON (FROM THE SITUATION).

You are a prisoner to society, to the male gaze, and you must break free of it before you can learn to forgive. It sounds stupid to you, but that same reason is why you are all so fucking depressed. You dislike men, you find them disgusting, but you are noting without them. If they don’t desire you, it means you are not hot enough. If they don’t come onto you, then you are not worth the time. You are nothing unless a man tells you you are his everything.

And eat/drink your fucking protein because you are a shivering wreck.

You don’t have to find value in your mind or your body or your heart. You have to accept that you won’t fit everyone’s taste and that’s t okay, because you’ll be you, and you only need to fit yourself.

You want to be taken care of, but you must learn how to by yourself first before you let anyone do so. Otherwise, anyone will easily sell you a nightmare dressed as a dream. You must break your dependency on external masculine energy.

You have become comfortable on the role of the victim, and thus you refuse to fight for what you want. “It won’t matter what I do, nothing will change.”

It’s a big wall to break through, but once you do, life will make sense. You will realize you are a little less afraid, a little more vulnerable. Once you break free, you will see how the world changes in an instant. How your feelings have power, your voice has strength, and your hand has the gift of giving love to all that it touches, regardless if it’s made of mud or gold. You will be your best friend and your grandest rival; not someone you want to defeat, but who constantly defies you to improve. You will see your dreams stay as they are, drifting away in the sky because you don’t fly towards them. You’ll allow yourself to be understood, that’s okay to simply feel without a need to explain.

Once you start to work for yourself with yourself, you will flourish into a beauty that has no weight, no standard, no criteria but that of simply being. You will fall in love with yourself and the world will follow in a breath.

And some wounds might never heal, some scars will forever mark your skin. You don’t have to forgive them, but you must forgive yourself. My dear, your karma will find them when you stop holding on to it.

You wish for revenge regarding this situation. Someone ruined your inner child, and you can’t let go until justice has been served. However, all those negative emotions are only attracting negative outcomes. Some victories are attained when you leave the battlefield and let your enemies end themselves.

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PILE III

HOW IS IT (THE SITUATION) AFFECTING YOU?

Why are you even reading this man, you clearly don’t want to move on. You truly believe you can work your way into saving this. You don’t want to change shit, you just want to fix whatever is going on and continue on as if nothing ever happened. But, if you already fucked up enough times, and shit is just not working out for you, then it might be time to move on. If you think you can try again, I don’t recommend you continue reading this post :)

Right from the get a go, this might be a cheating situation. Either you cheated on someone or someone cheated on you. It’s cool, we don’t judge, shit spills when the drain is clogged. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a romantic (or a relationship) affair, it could also be a work situation (much like drama office). Whatever it was, it’s irrelevant when compared to the universal truth of pile three: there was foul play in here.

Let us start slow and from the beginning. Fact: you don’t like to be alone. Consequence: you withstand a lot of shit from people as to not feel like you don’t belong. You might be a pushover with a lot of migraine issues. You don’t really put up a fight, especially when talking about this situation in specific.

You don’t like direct conflict. You avoid it, take the punches for the sake of peace, keeping your image clean. Some of you had/have a really bad relationship with your mother, or had someone belittle you a lot during your formative years. A family member might have drink a lot around you. A kitchen has a powerful meaning for some of you (this is very specific, but a tile floor and a room with yellow tones). Nonetheless, to stay in this situation you keep your mouth shut and take the beating. You’re very emotionally weak though, stop lying to yourself about it. Thinking really fuck up comebacks capable of destroying the strongest of enemies doesn’t mean much if you don’t actually use them (granted, you are watching out for yourself and that’s understandable). What’s hard to comprehend is why you put yourself in said situation to begin with.

You have a beggar mentality. Be it for love, money, or validation. You are willing to put up with a lot of crap if the reward is worth the trouble. You have grown dependent of this situation. You might work in an office job or wear blue as part of your uniform. You don’t have any loyalty whatsoever, some of you might be well-known snitches. You put value in people based on what they can offer to you.

A lot of people don’t like you, pile three. They are praying for your downfall in silence. For some, someone you trust is among them (please take this with a grain of salt. If you had no indication of a person plotting against you before, don’t force it now). For others, your friends are ready to give up on you if you don’t pull yourself together. No one really knows why you do what you do, but they don’t trust you. Someone finds you pitiful.

You are seeking something, but you are doing the whole treasure hunt gig wrong. Growing up no one really payed much attention to you, and now you search for it the only way you know; staying quiet or causing trouble. And you don’t understand why despite all your efforts you can’t seem to achieve what others do so easily. You have an inferiority complex, regardless if you come from money or not. Some of you might actually been raised on poverty or a really competitive environment. “Many mouths to feed, not enough hands to work.”

Despite it all, all you ever want is a good, simple life. But you refuse to let go of old mentalities. You want to be the little man and ride off the success of someone else. You don’t want to do anything at all. But lately you have been so fucking depressed and no one wants to be your friend.

But hey, you kept on reading, which means you are ready to give the move on thing a chance.

You want to improve, that’s more than some people can say. You don’t want to be a sentient puppet, you want to be a person with deepness and layers to them. You want to have a major life change, which most likely means you fucked up big time and want to improve. You hurt someone, or someone hurt you (granted, it might have been warranted). But you, quiet literally, want to expel the ugliness out of you, and frankly speaking some people are not having it. They want you to stay the bad person to elevated themselves. But there’s also people around you that are more than willing to help you out, which might confuse you because you won’t know who to trust. You’re ready to put the work, though.

Still, you think life will become boring. If there’s not a villain then there’s not a story to tell. No bad decisions to be made, no more late night drunken shenanigans. So you might be a bit unsteady, prone to giving in everyone once in a while, which might halt any progress you had made. You might have BIG time trust issues. “Leave before they leave you,” stuff going on. Truthfully, you will never move on if you don’t lose that.

HOW TO MOVE ON (FROM THE SITUATION).

To move on, you have to let go of the idea of a perfect life, a perfect you, in a perfect world. There’s no such thing as a life without issues. If you want something you have to put the work into it. Cheating your way into victory is getting a medal without value. Have you watched Wreck-it-Ralph? Yeah? Then you know what I mean. You don’t need to be the most powerful person in the room to be the most loved, the most respected.

Being the first to punch doesn’t make you a better person, m neither does not punching back. You have to stop looking a life thought black and white. You need to let go of this beggar mentality. “You are rich if you’re not poor and you’re poor if your not rich.” Shit don’t work like that bro. You don’t have to break a heart to prove that you have love and were loved. You don’t have to make people hurt you and grovel for your forgiveness just to see that they care. You have to stop seeing everyone as your enemy.

Life is all about how we interact with the universe. Life with life, not life against life. Don’t run from something just because you expect the worst. Nothing will ever be set on stone. Nothing will forever be good and nothing will forever be bad. It’s all about what teachings you decide to carry with you and how you apply them in your everyday. We are constantly learning and changing, for better or for worse.

You have to understand that people have fears just like you, that people can get hurt by your actions. Be more patience, don’t jump at the slightest movement. Don’t enter the first exit you see, let the road take you to your destination. And stop trying to hurt people for the sake of hurting, it’s not cool.

Don’t give value to people based on what they can give to you. You are missing out on so many experiences and learning opportunities by closing off from others. You are blinded by an artificial dream to see what the universe is trying to gift to you. (This is oddly specific, but please stop watching so much porn). It’s okay to ask for help bro, and maybe it’s about damn time you do. You might discover different perspectives about things you used to think yourself an expert on. And stop procrastinating so much, you got shit to do, masterpieces to create.

Don’t be so closed off to new experiences, and try new activities. You won’t belong anywhere if you keep pretending to be someone you aren’t. When you feel the most comfortable, you will find yourself surrounded by people who love you just the way you are. Breaking news, love is not supposed to make you feel like shit.

Also, stop being so hasty. Slow down, take your time and enjoy the ride. You will appreciate all that you have if you simply take a moment to enjoy it.

Stop running away, you will only tired yourself.

You wish to belong so desperately, to fulfill an idea, that you are willing to lose yourself to the situation. Fake it till you make make, make yourself miserable that is. In essence, you are afraid of being alone, to never be wanted for who you are, and you prefer to burn the forest at the first sound of a branch snapping than letting life find you.

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It's really late and I'm very tired, but I had the urge to post this reading as soon as possible. I'll fix any mistakes tomorrow as soon as time allows me to do so. As always, thank you for trusting me with your energies, stay safe, and the universe loves you all &lt;3

[qiwoomi]

I made a mistake of deleting an anon request for my 100 followers event 😭😭 I still rmb the req tho so to whoever requested for this here ya go :]

♯ event prompt list ♯ event masterlist

featuring: cyno x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

prompt: 3. "shh. stop fussing I'm trying to braid your hair."

19. "your hair is so soft."

"Babe. Come here real quick."

Your boyfriend's voice reverberates from your shared bathroom, interrupting you halfway through a movie. Immediately getting up, you were surprised as well as amused at the sight before you.

Lo and behold, Cyno is currently standing in front of the mirror with a disgruntled look. His silvery white hair visibly messy, the locks being tangled with each other. Frustration evident on his face.

"What are you doing?" You asked, followed with laughter.

"I'm styling my hair." He deadpanned, crossing his arms.

His hair was everywhere but neat and tidy, strands of hair tangled, some locks tied in a failed braid. After your laughter died out you sighed, walking towards him as you hold his hand. Guiding him to sit on the floor of your shared bedroom, you on the bed behind him.

"What are you even trying to do?" You asked while combing through his hair, as if playing the role of a hair stylist. Your boyfriend then explained that he's just trying on a new hairstyle out of boredom as you were brought into fits of giggles.

"If you want to do that, you should've tell me." You stated. His hair wasn't that messy, so it only took you a while to make it look neat as usual. Using the help of your hair products.

You start gathering some of his hair strands, dividing it into three sections. You start braiding his hair focused on making it look perfect. "Your hair is so soft..." You muttered to yourself, missing the way Cyno smiled to himself.

"Wanna hear a pun?" He suddenly interrupted, backing down his head to look at you as you frowned. Your hands immediately cupping his face to fix his position.

"Shh. Stop fussing I'm trying to braid your hair."

Cyno just shrugged, before continuing, "How did one hair propose to one another?" He asked, turning his head towards you this time. "I don't know. Now face forward." You sighed.

"I love you unconditionally."

author's note: currently sick rn and I can't stop sneezing 😭 some requests might be a little bit delayed but I'll try to finish them all asap

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[thestupidhelmet]

Do you think Jay's womanizing could be explained by his father's and uncles' constant bragging about his conquests when he was growing up? It would make sense for him to turn out like you described, but the way he turned out in the actual show could also make a lot of sense if you imagine his father and uncles sharing TMI about their own sex lives or saying things like: "don't settle down, sleep with as many girls as you can, that's the life" or "you are twelve and you still haven't kissed a girl? You need to get right on it, you're behind!" This kind of upbringing would produce a womanizer but the show could have delved more into that and had Jay tell more stories about his home life than just "my mom is mad that I set the carpet on fire"

I think it's a plausible possibility -- without Jackie being his mother or in his life. But Jackie would've made Jay the center of her life, especially with Kelso stepping out in her regularly (a reasonable extrapolation based on his T7S characterization and their relationship in both T7S and T9S).

Jackie would not want Jay emulating his father, despite that -- or because -- she can't disentangle her romantic feelings from Kelso. While she's her T7S S1-S4 controlling and somewhat violent self to T9S Kelso, she could very well treat Jay in a much more loving way. We know she's capable of it with the right influences and motivation.

With a mom who respects, loves, and supports him, Jay would (hopefully) not develop the misogyny Kelso and his male siblings have due, in large part, to their mother's inability to parent so many children and give the attention each needs. As Eric tells Kelso in "Stolen Car" (T7S S1), Kelso's parents have seven kids and won't notice Kelso is missing or have the wherewithal to care that one was arrested.

Of course, Kelso's father is equally responsible. But from what we see of him in "Career Day" (T7S 1x18), he's not turned into his emotions. He's a worker, possibly a workaholic. He's not the dad to play a baseball game with his kids or take them to a baseball game.

But for Kelso and Casey, at least, their anger and resentment at their upbringing is transferred onto all women since their mother is likely the parent who was physically present and doing most of the parenting -- and probably at her wits' end with seven of them to raise.

Jackie has one child in T9S. Despite that she's a Jackie whose relationship with Hyde is cut from her core, her core still contains her potential to love unconditionally, her emotional insight, her reflex to be helpful and supportive, her potential to be self-aware. Jay would've gotten the best of Jackie while growing up with the discipline and boundaries Kelso is incapable of giving him.

For example, he wouldn't have stolen Nate's bike because Jackie would've made sure Jay had the best of everything, partly to (over)compensate for the father he has and her toxic relationship with him.

Kelso's sex talk(s) would consist of "doing it as much and as often as you can. That'll prove you're the hottest guy around, and everyone'll look up to you. Also, most chicks'll expect you to be monogamous. Just tell them you are and have sex with whoever you want. It worked for me. Your mom still married me --twice -- despite all the cheating I do -- I mean did. Yeah. 'Cause she'd rather be with the hottest cheater than the loserist monogamist."

(^^^ This is before the third divorce and third remarriage).

Jackie's sex talks would also be romantic relationship talks. First, she'd tell him to ignore everything his dad said. Then she'd say, "Find out who the girl you like really is. It's easy to ignore red flags if you want an idea of a girl badly enough. Don't mistake what's fantasy for what's real.

"If you don't want to be 'tied down' to one girl, that's okay. Just be honest with the girls you date. Let them know you aren't interested in being anyone's full-time boyfriend. Then they have the choice to hook up with you or not. You wouldn't want a girl you really, really like to lie to you about that, right? And being silent about the truth is the same as lying."

Jay might ask her why she stays "with Dad" or keeps going back to him.

Jackie says, "You are a wonderful, smart, creative boy. You can be whoever you want. Have what you truly want. Don't settle for less than what you're worth."

Jay says, "Wait ... are you telling me you settled for Dad? Why?"

Jackie says, "I'm telling you that you don't have to settle."

Jackie refuses to elaborate, but Jay wants to know why his great mom would settle for his not-so-great dad. This would be a driving force because it's an inextricable part of his own identity (as forged by his upbringing).

[organic-sprolden]

literally all I'm asking for is tia pepa or literally anyone to tell Eddie what to look for in a forever partner or whATEVER because he's been out of the scene of looking for something serious for so long.

and then we get a montage while pepa or whoever is listing things like "someone where you don't have to strain to laugh and smile and force yourself to be comfortable with" "a person that you can see yourself just sitting there in peaceful silence with" "someone who's always there for you unconditionally" "a nice little lovely lady who loves Chris and you and knows how to balance time with him and you and not be overwhelming or pushy and insert herself into your life"

and the whole time we just see multiple scenes of buck being that person and we get shots of all the buddie heart eyes and secret smiles when no one's looking and when they're finished listing all those things, Eddie's smiling distantly and is just like "huh. so that's what Ive been looking for"

and then the listing person is like "yeah so hurry up and get out there, these things take years to get to that point"

and Eddie just leaves and he goes to find buck but oH NO BUCK ISNT AT HIS LOFT SO EDDIE RUNS TO MADDIE'S HOUSE AND OOPS HE JUST MISSED HIM BUT MADDIE SAYS THAT HE SHOUDL BE ON HOS WAY TO EDDIES HOUSE RN ACTUALLY SO EDDIE GOES BACK HOME AND HE WALKS IN AND BUCK IS STANDING IN THE ENTRYWAY AND HE TURNS AROUND AND EDDIE STOPS ON THE WALKWAY AND HES SWEATING AND OUT OF BREATH AND BUCK WALKS NACK OUT TO HIM AND IS LIKE "Maddie and I had a talk about, well, a lot of things but Eddie I've realised that you were mentioned a lot. I mean, I mention you a lot when I'm talking to Maddie...and hen...and chim...and Bobby and Athena.... hell even Carla... but the point is, I'm always talking about you and when I'm not and thinking about you or Chris or both. because ever since you let me meet him, and join you two, my life has changed for the better. Eddie I can't imagine my life without you... and Chris. and I'm not sure why it just hit me now but I don't think it's— I mean, it's not just me admiring you, or wanting to be close to you. you're my family, Eddie. you and Chris are the ones I chose, and will continue to choose everyday of my life. and I just need to say that now because it's burning me up inside and what I'm trying to say is—”

and then Eddie steps closer to buck and puts his hand on bucks shoulder, briefly hesitating before shifting to cup his jaw. and both of them are holding their breaths. and both of them can't look away. and then Eddie puts his other hand on the other side of bucks face and buck grips his elbows and they are sharing breaths now because somehow they got too close to have their own individual source of oxygen.

and then Eddie says "buck. evan buckley I choose you too. always."

and then they just know and it's all over from there.

the crescendo hits and they're together. someone leaned in first. or maybe they both did, who knows, who cares. but their lips are together. they're pressed together as much as physically possible. and it's everything and more.

they pull apart and brown meets blue and then they're both grinning like they won the lottery. because, not to be cheesy, they kinda did.

so yeah, that's what I want.

[vigilskeep]

so interested to hear your thoughts bc i love your supreme ability to take a haphazardly-written bioware arc and turn it into a thematically-coherent masterpiece. how does one do this with sera??

i could never get into her personally (found the way they wrote her voice a little contrived/“haha funney swearing and crude jokes”) and i struggled to figure out her core motivations somehow simultaneously being the red jenny “sticking up for little guy” stuff but also a complete alienation from elves and the actual people she wants to protect?

also found it weird how you can just 😭 kick her out any time when you can’t do that with anyone else afaik. i mean i didnt like her but ?? that was a Choice bioware

ah the big sera question

first of all, upfront, i adore sera. this is just a matter of personal taste that people are going to have or not have, and that’s completely fine! (although people have said before that my talking about certain characters has made them give those characters a second glance, and i hope i can do the same for sera for people who maybe haven’t given her a full shot !!) i am just personally delighted by her. i love the fun of her design and i love her combat style and i love the way she talks, how you have to think through what she’s saying to follow where exactly the line of thought went, and you don’t always get everything but that’s okay bc hurry up we’re already onto the next thing! as someone who uh doesn’t always find it the easiest to communicate verbally, i find it very relatable and freeing and charming that she talks as she pleases and dares anyone to challenge it and expects them to catch up. i love the side she brings out in people in banter and i’ve never regretted bringing her along in the party. i think she’s very pretty. i’m getting distracted we could be here a long time

one thing that really helped me figure out how i could play a seramance was bouncing between potential inquisitors until i got one that could use the way the inquisitor and sera’s interactions are written. a big flaw of the writing is that it pushes your character into a box. partly because of the style of comic relief it’s attempting, it forces you to play the “normal” one who can only be fondly bemused by sera at best and can never be unconditionally supportive, even the nicest options available sometimes coming across critical or condescending. the way i’m personally making that make sense to me is playing an inquisitor who has lived a fairly secluded life and is bewildered and stilted and awkward as she tries to navigate a kind of relationship she’s not accustomed to with a kind of person she’s not accustomed to. but she really is earnestly trying. and sera seems not to always get her either, so there’s this process of trying to figure each other’s language out that i’m personally finding very endearing!

obviously that isn’t for everybody. your inquisitor is whoever you want them to be! that’s just one way i’ve personally responded to the question of how you can take the admittedly flawed writing and work with it, and i’ll have to adapt something different with another inquisitor with a different background.

there’s a lot of specifics i don’t know about her backstory and where her story is going—as i say, i know a majority of spoilers, but i don’t have all the details—so i can’t completely elaborate on my thoughts on how she was written until i have all the information. i’ll have some more coherent comments on my actual opinion of sera’s writing as a whole then! but i will say as a final note i honestly find it a little startling how saying completely insensitive things abt elves rarely stops human characters from being continual fandom favourites—and that isn’t, like, a condemnation, i’m thinking of major characters like leliana and morrigan and anders and dorian who i love as well, that’s the nature of the setting and genre of dragon age and the questions it explores—but meanwhile sera, who is an elf and suffers from internalised prejudice that’s against herself as well, seems to be the one who gets so much of the heat? i’m just putting that out there as food for thought.

wait one more thing sorry. when she talks about the little people and the friends of red jenny and it’s confusing who she’s standing up for, i have to say in her defence i think it’s more than a little unfair to expect her to be remotely comparable in clarity of direction/ideology/purpose as the other inquisition companions and advisors, a sweeping majority of whom are major political figures or otherwise trained professionals in their 30s and 40s, when sera is literally just a random person in her very early 20s with a hell of a lot of initiative and talent. of course she hasn’t figured things out she’s too busy cutting her own bangs. you know?

[shesjustanothergeek]

I apologise, I was very tired when I wrote that lol

But yeah, opinions on mother rhaenyra? (Like, as a maternal figure)

I just collect mother figures like damn pokemon, I'm sorry lmao

Hahaha you're fine!

Rhaenyra, as a maternal figure, is a very firm, patient, yet loving parent. She'll impress the importance of duty, being well-behaved, and following specific standards, but if you deviate from them, she'll ensure you know why it was wrong and to not do it again while being there to comfort you in your remorse. She believes her children are not hers to own and control but entities of themselves with their own lives, thoughts, and feelings.

As a child, if you got into a fight with your brothers, Jace or Luke, she would give you a stern look in warning and sharp words to get you to stop. If you didn't, that's when the stern Rhaenyra comes out, and that alone is enough to make you regret your actions.

As you mature and have adult consequences of relations with a certain Targ/Velaryon boy within your life, she would still treat you with that same firmness in childhood, yet keeping in mind, you did not need her to spell out why it was bad. She wouldn't be angry and scream and physically punish you like most parents would in this case. Rhaenyra would comfort you in your mistake and be that rock you desperately needed. She would let you cry on her shoulder and sob with remorse. She would understand that you're still just a child at heart, no matter your age, and would try to keep things under wraps as possible.

Of course, as any mother would be, Rhaenyra would be disappointed in your actions because she believed you knew better, but ultimately, she would do her best to have you marry the one you desired. If she could not because they were married or other unforeseen circumstances, she would allow you to have more input than her father gave her with choosing a spouse. It would have to be promptly, though. You have a dragon growing in your womb.

One of her flaws would be turning a blind eye to your affairs and that of all her children, allowing you to be more sexually liberated than the women at that time. I don't think that women being sexually liberated is a bad thing. I believe women can fuck whoever and however they want, but if the reader is married and continues the affair with whatever Targ/Velaryon, that's where their flaw comes into play. I mean, look at Jace and Sara Snow and her and Harwin...

However, as I said, Rhaenyra is firm and would not allow you to blow off the best matches simply because of obstinance. If she felt that you were being too liberal or arrogant in your freedom, she would bring you back to reality.

Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Rhaenyra would be that maternal rock in her children's life. The person you could always go to without fear of rejection or punishment because, like any good mother, she would love you unconditionally.

By no means is Rhaenyra a perfect mother; one doesn't exist. She has the potential to shout or have a favorite child, which causes animosity and an unjust feeling to the others, but she would definitely be better than most at the time. This is just my little headcanon, so take it as you will.

[legacyshenanigans]

House of Gaunt🐍

His mother and father had thrown a party of sorts, there was people all over the place, Ominis sat in the corner on a chair, leaning back against it, his legs crossed, wearing a "dark and elegent" suit that his mother had made him wear to fit the theme. Ominis listened to the multiple conversations happening around him, the classical music playing, the drink glasses clinking "urgh, listen to them all, so proud of themselves..For what?" He thought to himself. He was beyond bored and quite frankly didn't want to be there, he wanted to be with MC, who unbeknownst to his parents he was in a loving relationship with her. A woman suddenly approached him and squeezed his cheek, ripping him out of his daydream in surprise, she was the 8th women that night to do that to him, his cheek was starting to feel tender, he was 18 for goodness sake, not a child. "Oh he's a handsome one isn't he" she spoke out to someone as Ominis irritatedly shooed her hand from him before hearing his mothers voice speaking back to her, they chatted for a moment in front of him before the women walked away. His mother turned towards him, a small smile on her thin lips

Mother: Ominis, you should be mingling.. You look so rude, sat here in the corner..

Ominis: *rolls his eye's*

Mother: Dont roll you eye's at me boy..Go and mingle.

Ominis: I'd really rather not mother *small frown*

Mother: *sighs as she fusses with his bowtie and hair* You're hopeless, Ominis..

Ominis shooed her hand also, he wished people would stop damn touching him, all night so far he'd just felt hands and eyes on him, it made him uncomfortable.

Mother: There is someone I'd like you to meet shortly..

Ominis sighed heavily, knowing what was coming.

Ominis: Mother..Stop trying to matchmake me.

Mother: She's a lovely girl, Victoria her name is, and she's dying to meet you, good family, rich, purebloods *small chuckle*

Ominis: I care not a bit, mother *frowns* ... Excuse me.

He stood, brushing himself down and taking out his wand, walking away across the room, heading for the back door to get some air. Once outside, he stood at the edge of the stream at the bottom of their garden, just listening to the water with his eye's closed, 10 minutes must of past when he heared footsteps approaching him, he didn't move, just stayed where he was, whoever it was he had no interest in talking to them really. "Hello," a feminine voice spoke out to him, and she stood beside him. He let out a small sigh.

Ominis: *not looking at her* Hello..

Victoria: I'm Victoria. It's a pleasure to meet you *flirtatious giggle*

Ominis couldn't help his brows from furrowing sightly. He turned his head towards her, his expression not exactly sitting kind on his face.

Ominis: Ah, yes, my mother did speak to me about you...

Victoria: Good things I hope?

She let out another smug, irritating giggle, touching Ominis's arm, making him step away from her. He glared down in her direction from the bottom of his nose, standing proud

Ominis: Nothing that impressed me..*smirks*

This girl was stunned by his response. She cleared her throat in slight panic. The whole reason she came tonight was to woo him. Her parents were sure to be unhappy if she failed to do so.

Victoria: E-Excuse me?

Ominis: Listen, Victoria.. I'm not interested.. My heart belongs to another, now go *gestures with his hand for her to leave him alone as he once again faced the stream*

She stormed off back towards the house, Ominis smiled to himself. He knew she'd tell his mother what he had said and was fully prepared to now have that conversation.. The conversation of being absolutely unconditionally in love with MC, which he knew his parents wouldn't like "To hell with them" he thought to himself, letting a small chuckle fall from his lips.

~

[imogenkol]

— WHAT TYPE OF LOVE IS YOUR OC?

tagged by @simonxriley @corvosattano @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman to do this uquiz! Thank you lovelies 💕💕💕

tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @florbelles @marivenah @shegetsburned @voidika @kyber-infinitygems @v0idbuggy @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @jillvalentinesday @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @cassietrn

LOVE THAT HEALS

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

(the way that her love helped Bix heal and in turn helped heal herself… yeah)

LOVE THAT LASTS

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best - of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet - you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

(she really do be the most loyal bitch I know)

LOVE THAT CALMS

this is sweet. hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure - and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

(Hael finally finding true joy in being a good friend and partner. I’m so proud of her.)

LOVE THAT PROTECTS

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

(turns out having a ticking time bomb in your head makes you wanna grab on to whoever you have left with all you got….)

[lauralutkica]

How do you know that God loves you?

In John 3:16, we read, For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

2000 years ago, God, the Father, sent his only son, Jesus, to planet Earth on a rescue mission. Christ dragged a cross up a hill and bled and died on that for you and for me to take the hit that we deserve for our wrongdoing, for our injustice, for our selfishness, for our lack of compassion and mercy.

How are you and I going to respond to God's amazing love, to Christ's amazing grace?

In 1 John 4:10, the apostle John writes, This is love, not that we love God, but But that God loved us and sent his son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

This love of Christ is unconditional. He does not love us based on certain conditions being met in our lives. He loves us unconditionally. This love of Christ is a love that does not say, I love you because you've gotten your act together. I love you because you're a good person.

The love of Christ is an in spite of love, in spite of the fact that you've sinned, in spite of the fact that you've flipped God off, in spite of the fact that you've ignored God, he still loves you, Christ says.

And Christ claimed to be God, revealing very clearly that he loves you. If you take Jesus Christ out of the picture, you're up a creek without a paddle when it comes to explaining why you believe God loves you. There's too much suffering, too much evil, too much death in this world to conclude that God is a loving Father. But Jesus Christ is God, revealing very, very clearly that he loves you. He gave you the gift of life.

Celebrate that gift. He gave you a conscience that enables you to understand the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. Exercise that conscience responsibly. He gave you the ability to understand, I've done wrong. I've experienced guilt. Allow that guilt to drive you to Christ for forgiveness. He gave you the gift of creativity. Use that creativity to do that which is good, to encourage people, and to make their lives better. Jesus Christ offers you the gift of life eternal in heaven.

That is the most powerful affirmation of the value of your life that I know of. Don't turn away from Christ. Turn to him. Trust in him. Put your faith in him. Understand, he really loves you, and open up your life to his love by loving him. And as your faith and trust in Christ, he promises to give you life eternal. God bless you as you make that most important decision.

[deadseobwalking]

IF YOU CANT HANG — WH

boyfriend!haruto x gn!reader

cw: established relationship, some fluff, cheating, angst, mentions of xg's cocona, cursing, idk lemme know if i missed something

a/n: been down in the dumps lately so i decided to write my very first angst fic for this account! btw i love cocona so don't come for me. i just used her cause she and haruto both trained at avex

wc: 1.1k

you and haruto have been dating for the past 2 years and you loved each other.

he always gave you forehead and crown kisses, played video games with you, cooked for you, slept in the same bed as you, bought you many gifts, sent you selfies of himself when he's away, made songs for you and so much more.

you especially loved when he's tired and cuddles you, his face tucked under your chin as you play with his hair and he snores softly.

but as of late, he's been so busy: never coming home until 2 or 3 in the morning, never paying you any attention, his texts became less frequent, hell you even stopped sleeping together.

most nights when he came home late, he'd sleep with his back turned to you and other nights, he'd be passed out on the couch.

how could you cherish each other when it seems like he doesn't even wanna be around you?

you stayed up one night, waiting for him to come home. the cartoons on tv was getting blurry as hours passed by and you felt sleepy. you checked the time which read 7:03 am.

7 in the morning and he's still not home. you began to get worried as he's never stayed out for this long.

yawning, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. after a couple rings, it goes to voicemail. you try again but he still doesn't answer the phone.

you try one last time, but it goes straight to voicemail. you scoff, lying down on the couch with a snorlax plush against your chest. you pretended that snorlax was your boyfriend, holding it close and falling asleep.

an hour later, haruto sneaks in, carefully and quietly closing the door. he takes off his shoes, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge to open a coke.

you hear the can opening and the drink fizzing up, waking up from your slumber and rubbing your eyes to properly wake you up.

"haru?", you groaned

he was surprised to hear your voice so closely as he thought you were upstairs sleeping.

"is that you, haru?"

he sighs, "yes, now go back to sleep"

you groan, "sleep with me haru"

he sips more of his soda, heading to the stairs, "later, go to sleep"

you hear his heavy footsteps descending, your eyes feeling heavy and wet with tears.

why was he acting like this? did he not love you anymore?

you grab snorlax, holding it for comfort and head upstairs, treading softly as haruto begins changing out of his clothes.

the light coming from your shared room was the only light in the house as the sun was slowly rising. you walk into the room, haruto's back to you as he pulled his shirt off, and that's when it all makes sense as to why he was out all the time and never taking the time out of his day to spend with you.

because he was spending it with someone else.

you notice scratch marks on his back and some faint love bites on his neck.

your eyes well up with tears, holding snorlax closer to you.

haruto grabbed his shirt, turning around and buttoning it up before his head lifts up and notices you standing there.

you see more love bites on his chest and neck, tears falling from your eyes and down your cheeks, and he notices.

"[name]... i can explain"

"explain what?!", you snap, "explain why you're cheating on me?!"

"it's not what it looks like-"

"really?! 'cause it looks like to me that you found somebody else"

"baby-"

"don't call me that!", you walk backwards, "don't you ever call me that again"

you walk out of the room, sobbing into your plush and heading for the bathroom for some comfort.

how could he do this to you? a year of doing nothing but being a good partner and loving him unconditionally and this is how he repays you. whoever is keeping him occupied can keep him as a whole because there's no way he's coming back into your life.

haruto knocked on the bathroom door, "ba- [name]? can we talk about this?"

you don't answer him, just folding your knees into your chest and staring at snorlax.

"baby... i'm sorry, okay? i just-"

"how long has this been going on?"

he sighed, pressing his forehead against the door, "3 months..."

more tears fall and you cover your mouth, muffling the sounds of your crying.

"[name], please... let me explain"

"what is there to explain? if it was just once, i would let you explain how it happened but it's been 3 months!"

"she was my childhood friend, okay?!", he yells before taking a deep breath, "i never meant for this to continue but, she kept roping me in and-"

"and you couldn't not think for yourself for once"

"don't say that"

you scoff, "don't say what?! the truth?!"

"haruto, for the past 3 months, i've been feeling you distance yourself and i couldn't think of a reason why. but now that i know... i don't know if i even wanna be with you anymore"

haruto sat down, his head against the wooden door.

"can i at least know why?"

"why did you do this to me, to us ruto?"

he bit on his bottom lip, trying to come up with an excuse but he couldn't.

"i didn't think we'd last this long", he mumbles

"what?! you didn't think we'd last so you go and cheat?!"

"no! i-", he stops himself, sighing.

he puts his hands on his head, "i saw how close you and junghwan were getting so i thought you were gonna leave me for him. i was sad and angry and kokona was right there so i retaliated"

"i swear it was just gonna be that one time but, every time i seen you with him, i felt worse and worse. and kokona, she made me feel better"

haruto explaining himself had you silently crying all over again.

"so instead of coming to me with your concerns", you begin, "you go behind my back and do something like this? did you ever think about how this would effect me?"

"of course i did, but i thought-"

"stop thinking haruto! because when did that ever do you any fucking good?!"

he understood your anger so he took every shout.

"i changed everything about myself so i could fit in with your lifestyle-"

"i never asked for that"

"you didn't have to! i did it so you wouldn't feel ashamed to be with me!"

"i gave you my everything and what did i get in return? fucking cheated on", you huff.

you were hurt, and rightfully so. haruto has been lying to and hiding from you.

you two sat there in silence for hours, you stuck in your head and haruto waiting for a word to be said.

"haruto?"

"yeah baby?"

"i don't wanna be with you anymore"

and there it was. the 7 words he hoped you would never say.

"i sincerely hope that kokona was worth it"

[bebsibby]

Looking back on my experience with my family growing up and the experiences of so many people I have known, it really is insane how little adults think about parenthood. They know babies take the most work because they're helpless, they're dreading the teen years, and then know that a child will eventually be an adult, but it seems they forget the in between. They forgot themselves what its like to be a kid.

My family, for as much as I hate them now, did seem to do a lot of things right, especially from a technical standpoint. I got regular medical care, I was a good student, they allowed me independence as I got older, learning to drive and having my own bank account by age 16. Picture perfect middle-class American child experience. But they forgot I'm a person, my mom especially.

As her daughter, she became very attached to me. We did everything together, took Just Girls vacations to bond, shopping, teaching me important skills. But when I told her I was her child, and later her son, she didn't like that. She didn't like that, at age 18, I began to do as I wanted. Piercings, alternative dress, no more church, short hair, and hormones. I was well within my right to do so as an adult but she did not care. I was no longer the cookie cutter child she had been raising.

It was unexpected to her, but truly, I had been my own person for years. She never knew about my interests or my friends. She actually believed I was almost completely alone at school, because if I told her about the many friends I did have, she wouldn't approve of them. Are they Christian? Do they do drugs? Do they get good grades?

She shunned my individuality early on, so I hid it until I was able to be free.

It's the same or even worse for so many people. The societal belief that teenagers are the most vindictive and vile things on the planet runs deep, and it's when most parents stop caring for their children in a way that is necessary. They're tempermental brats after all, its useless to try to do anything with them! Shun them until they're adults, clearly they will see they were in the wrong and everything will just be fine. Surely they will not resent their parents for this.

Few people want to commit to everything it takes to raise a child and then maintain a relationship with the adult that comes from it. They assume the hard part is over when children walk and talk on their own. They give up when it's crucial to give the same effort in different ways. Few adapt, few consider the part past early childhood, few have the goal to be there every step of they way, and then are confused as to why they haven't heard from their kids in 5 years.

It makes me mad. Remember your past, never forget the hurt child you were. Do not have kids unless you are willing to commit to a lifetime of loving, adapting to, and accepting your child for whoever they turn out to be.

You want a cute little fat thing to coo at and dress up whose never gonna talk back and will love you unconditionally for their whole life? Get one of those genetic disaster lapdogs and leave a human life out of your baby fantasy.