#ditzy yaps

[ditzybat]

I love how this Challengers parody implies that Bruce and John, have, in fact, boinked.

[ask-olive-huchers]

“IMAGINE BEING IN JAIL LIKE A LOSER‼️‼️‼️”

“GO AWAY NO ONE ASKED YOU”

[meowkn]

Going through a Bruce Wayne phase no one speak to me for the next consecutive month

[michi-chelle]

no thank you!!! stans, uhm yea so why am i playing as a fuckin menace?

[elclassicohater]

He is NOT him

[novy2sirius]

ASTROLOGY NOTES - volume 8; ©novy2sirius

libra energy is often referred to as “ditzy” which is interesting because when you sit down and have deep conversations with libra placements you realize they’re much smarter than they portray. libra is the 7th sign and in numerology 7 is the number of intelligence. libra’s act dumb to be funny a lot of the times or sometimes portray themselves in a way that’s not their authentic self because often due to things that occurred in their childhood they are confused about who they really are a lot of the time and don’t have a strong sense of their true identity. this also happens because they tend to mirror others personas that they’re around a lot and forget who they even are (libra’s symbol is the two scales that are identical on both sides). once you peel back the layers you realize it’s all an act. words are very important to pay attention to (li)bra. libra’s lie a lot, even about who they are. i would say this could also apply to gemini’s and pisces in a way

jupiter can tell you about some of the best opportunities you’ll receive in life. jupiter trine mc for example could indicate having amazing career opportunities/gaining lots of success in life. it could even indicate becoming famous

your 9th house can tell the best types of people to surround yourself with in order to have more luck and opportunities in life. if your 9th house sign is gemini then surround yourself with more people that have prominent gemini or 3h placements in their chart

a woman’s venus/rising conjunct a man’s lilith can create an intense fatal attraction (especially from the man to the woman). this reminds me of what people describe to be a twin flame bond actually. intense ups and intense lows, but a strong lustful and intimate connection that’s very hard to let go of. this is because lilith in a man’s chart tends to show the women he craves but knows he shouldn’t have long term and in a woman’s chart lilith is more of a dark placement indicating the challenges of womanhood and being sexualized

lilith in the 1h/5h/10h can indicate being a sex symbol or whatever, sure. that’s what i assume most people want to hear when they ask me about it. however, it is very rough and not glamorous like many think. these people attract so much jealousy and hate. even stalkers at worst. they will simply exist and get so much hate especially the women with this placement. it’s interesting because often in society we see women getting the most attention from men get the most hate from women and these women also often have lots of men sexualizing them and flirting with them (obviously all women do, but these women the most)

the part of fortune in your chart is known to be lucky, but not many talk about how it tells the fortunes that will be fulfilled before you die. if your part of fortune is in the 2nd, 8th, 10th, or 11th house you will be guaranteed to have material success at some point in your life before passing

no planet is all good. even “benefics” aren’t fully beneficial all the time. the universe is yin yang, so there’s good and bad to every planet. however, planets like venus and jupiter do usually provide more benefits than challenges. a negative way venus may manifest is in envy since in greek mythology venus (aphrodite) was a very envious person in relationships. scorpio venus’ for example tend to struggle a lot with being very jealous when dating

unevolved signs tend to be like their opposite signs negative traits. i was discussing this with @cupidlovesastro and we noticed the people who had sagittarius placements in our life that were unevolved were huge complainers and didn’t stop yapping about negative things or were gossipy. yapping a lot and gossiping tend to be negative traits of gemini’s more so than sagittarius’

unevolved cancer placements will never get over you hurting them even slightly. since they’re overly sensitive when unevolved they tend to become obsessed with victimizing themselves in order to make you seem like the bad guy. they will want to make you look bad to everyone so they can receive praise. the evolved cancer placements tend to be more emotionally stable though and use their emotions toward a creative outlet

mercury can also be a lucky planet similar to jupiter since the number correlated to it in numerology is 5. 5 is the second luckiest number. jupiter’s number is 3 which is the luckiest number in numerology

[bambiesfics]

Opposites Attract Theory - Ellie x Bimbo!reader

Ellie was everything you weren’t. She was a girl in brown plaid button ups, who could only find comfort in wearing her father’s oversized chocolate suede jacket.  She could hardly be described as sweet or adorable, not like you were. Ellie was reserved, masculine, angry, and traumatized. Ellie smoked cigarettes to keep her nerves at bay, cut chunks off of the ends of her hair when they got too long and feminine, spent all her money on tattoos if she wasn’t spending it on you, wore old men’s weathered leather shoes, painted her nails with the cheapest black polish just so they could chip on purpose, and tucked her strap into her pants because it just felt right. No more, no less.

All of those descriptions she’d agreed with, but just one word was missing. The word ‘provider.’ The aspect of her character that she prided herself on the most, was being your provider.

  You were her opposite, the light to her shadow. You were naive, sweet, bubbly. Your eyes were big and curious, and you asked every question earnestly. You bounced around in your cute little outfits. Low cut tops with your tits spilling out, dresses where the wind exposed the chub of your ass, and skirts so short they showed your plump little pussy, eating up your g-strings; outfits that made you easy prey for leering. You got your nails done, and showed them off by grabbing Ellie’s thick cock with both hands while sucking hard on her tip. You bent over to pick up dropped items because your acrylics made you clumsy, and squealed when your girlfriend smacked you square on your ass. You got little Brazilian waxes, and sent pictures with a smiley face saying “still a bit sensitive but do you think it looks pretty Els?” And you were shocked that she pounded you into the headboard later that day, until your vagina was puffy. You sat on Ellie’s lap when she beckoned you too, but never quite figured out that it was because she wanted you to feel her erection sandwiched between your ass. You pranced outside in thin little pink shirts that showed the outline of your plump nipples and areola, and started pouting when Ellie draped her jacket on you before she let you step out of her car. 

You pouted about how your girlfriend was “too overprotective” but you were a ditzy, trusting airhead, who had the IQ of a care bear. Ellie didn’t have a choice, you were too stupid for your own good. Too sugary and sweet, sissy and girly. 

  You needed a guy like Ellie to pick up extra shifts for you, so you could go on your little shopping sprees, to buy lip gloss and candy. You needed a guy like Ellie to come everywhere with you, so creepy fucks would know that the pretty little bimbo had a gaurd dog next to her who would snap, snarl and bite them. You needed a guy like Ellie to run her tongue around your little pink hole, twitching and hungry, just to prepare that tiny hole as a warm place for her cock to sink into right after. Her balls often found themselves smacking against the bottom of your puffy neglected clit. You needed a guy like Ellie to indulge your little airhead babble, your piss poor attempt at conversation or even saying a coherent sentence. God knows you could yap for hours and say nothing of note, nothing anyone would perceive as highbrow or thought-provoking, but Ellie loved it. Loved watching those plump pink lips smack together to talk about dumb little girl topics like  “love island” or how “your pinks don’t match” or “beauty guru drama.”

And Ellie loved to indulge that clingy, pouty, needy little attitude you had around her. She’d bounce you up and down her cock, to shush your sniffles after she snapped at you. She’d rubbed your back, and promise to get your nails done just so you’d get overwhelmed with joy and cry “Ellieeee” in her arms, she’d wipe your pouty tears off your cheeks when you couldn’t take her cock all the way down, and tell you that you’ll get so much better after lots n’ lots of practice, she’d let you baby her when she was sick, and pretend that your poorly made chicken soup was the cure for her illness, and not the fever medication she’d been knocking back for the past week, she’d indulge your repetitive airheaded questions like “Ellieee, why can’t we print more money?” and “Ellieee how do you know you can see me? What if you’re you’re just imagining me?,” and she’d let you curl up with her brown jacket at night, cause it smelled exactly like her and brought you comfort in those days she had too many back-to-back shifts and couldn’t stay with you. That jacket was her fathers, so for her to leave it with you, meant that she wanted to take care of you in a way he’d be proud of.

  You were Ellie’s dumb little bimbo doll. Her pink hole to use as a fleshlight, her set of plump lips to watch suction around her dick, her sugary little ditz.

But you were also Ellie’s future wife, the future mother of her kids. The woman who provided the the most gentle balance to Ellie’s rough edges and hard lines, the woman who was her emotion support, her pillar, the grounded rock that she’d cling to during her rapid river emotions. In turn Ellie would be your guard dog, your emotional support, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, your husband, your wife, your butch, your provider. She’d be whatever you needed. 

[fallbhind]

here’s some yap for you, don’t know if you agree but we ball—

early seasons!dean with ditzy!innocent!reader, who’s sensitive and he promises to take it slow the first time he goes down on her. Then when he actually gets a taste he can’t help but devour while his girl’s whimpering for him to stop until she can’t speak anymore from sensitivity

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

its calling me over.. yes.. yes.. yes. smut. p in v. dubcon(18+ MDNI)(?). ignoring safeword. dean and reader make up, he's like a puppy apologizing after because he feels so guilty.

you were very silly. and innocent, while dean, dean was dean. he’s rarely ever went soft but when you practically were begging him to go easy, he did, at least in the beginning. he had made up a safe word for you, apple pie, only because it was his top one favorite dish of all time. he had moved in and out of your tight hole, just getting a feel of what he had in stock for him for the next thirty or more minutes.

"fuck— you tight as hell, baby." he grunted into your shoulder, the coils on the bed creaking in protest as he thrusted into you. your moans turning into soft whimpers as he thrusted in faster, faster and faster.

your nails digged into his bare shoulders, whimpering out "baby, baby— apple pie—" you blurber over your words, now clawing at his shoulders, gasping when you felt the gushing feeling of coming around his condom-covered cock. he pulled out when he comed into the condom, relaxing with a satisfied smile, before utterly being hit by a wave of guilt when he saw your tears.

he took his hand in yours, kissing it, murmuring he was so sorry and how it would never happen again. he just kept kissing you and anywhere you let him until you fell asleep you were so tired.

[24kmar]

𝑩𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

¤ Bubbly, hyper, clingy. ¤

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is lowkey kind of ditzy. She doesn't do it on purpose, her brain just works a little different than most.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is super bubbly. She always comes home from parties with atleast 3 friends.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, never runs out of energy. She's like the fucking energizer rabbit, she literally bounces off the walls.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is too trusting, its her downfall.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, can't read signals. Always getting into trouble cause she can't tell that she's being a little too touchy/friendly.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, has never had to work for anything in life. Her parents always had her covered. Sigh.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is very clingy. She wants to be in your lap, hugging you, cuddling, she wants to be in your skin.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is a pillow princess. Even tho she has alot of energy, she'll do whatever she's told which usually is just her sitting pretty & enjoying the show. She has a tank load of energy though so she can go for a good amount of rounds.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, is a huge blabber mouth. Since she can't read signals she can't figure out when to stop yapping.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, unfortunately forgives too easy. It goes hand in hand with her being to trusting, she'll believe you're sorry too easy.

¤ Bunny!Reader who, can be a brat at times but can very easily be tamed.

[strnilolover]

do you think ditzy!reader and adhd!reader would be friends if ditzy dated chris and adhd dated matt?

honestly i’d say yeah. they both have similar traits that would make them good friends, and they would both listen and yap to one another about anything and everything. Angel (ditsy) would talk about her books while adhd!reader (she needs a nickname/pet name) would talk about her writing and that’s something they would bond over. they’re also both pretty forgetful, so don’t try asking them abt anything cause they could NOT tell you lmao

[heyiwrotesomethings]

rivals to lovers spy x family, yor x female assassin reader

where your got captured by a gang during a mission she had and the reader is contacted by yors supervisors/colleague cuz she is one of the best and goes and rescues her.

An Assassin’s Rescue Mission

Yor Briar x She/Her Reader

A/N: These two requests are a bit different than I initially thought, but I think I still managed to mix the important bits together. Not really any angst though. Hope you still like it, thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,690

“What did you just say?” (Y/n)’s back went rigid and her hands clasped together tightly behind her back.

“The Thorn Princess has been captured after carrying out a hit on a rather influential business crook. We need you to retrieve her. Make sure she gets back in one piece. She is the best assassin we have at our disposal… no offense.”

(Y/n) snarled at that. There Yor goes again. Even when she gets herself captured she’s still considered the best of the Garden.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, sir, but assassins don’t really do rescue missions. We endanger, execute. Find somebody else.”

“Like who, the police? You’ve been to that part of the city outskirts several times. You are the best shot we have. God knows it may already be too late, but we still owe it to her to try—“

“You mean you don’t know her condition? There hasn’t been any correspondence for some kind of deal?” She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing on, “Then why the hell are we wasting time yapping here? Get me my throwing knives! Where is my gun? Keys? I need a damn car!”

The cultivator who had been sitting in on the briefing groaned quietly and covered his eyes with one hand. He had been the one to train Yor and (Y/n) from quite a young age, and they both grew into impressive assassins, but where Yor was rather sweet and well-mannered, albeit a bit ditzy, (Y/n) was more hot-headed, bitter, but as sharp as her knives. She sent potential clients running for the hills with her intensity.

As much as (Y/n) perpetuated that she and Yor were sworn enemies, it was kind of hard to keep up appearances when Yor was too sweet and clueless to realize that there was supposed to be a rivalry going on. She probably couldn’t have driven (Y/n) crazier if she tried to do so intentionally.

And yet despite this, (Y/n) was quick to go rescue her now because like it or not, the Thorn Princess’ vines had weaved around her heart and the little thorns kept it from escaping her grasp. She was much too prideful to admit anything, but for as much as (Y/n) claimed to be unable to stand the other assassin, she sure let her take up a lot of free real estate in her mind at any given moment.

She was also the only one allowed to give Yor a hard time, not that Yor really noticed. But if someone else tried to speak ill of her, (Y/n) was on them in a second. Yor was her rival, and that meant only she had the license to be snarky and knit picky when it came to Yor.

“Come on, hurry up! Do you want me to rescue her or not?” (Y/n) snatched the keys from the cultivator’s coat pocket and chose to skip the stairs and jump right out of the window. She tumbled through the dewy grass below, ran to the sleek black car pulled up to the curb and got in, slamming the door behind her. As soon as the engine roared to life, she tore down the road and quickly vanished from sight.

“I just got that car yesterday…” The cultivator sighed. Hopefully he’d get it back in one piece.

***

Yor flexed her wrists against the metal cuffs, but it only served to make her skin raw. She had really gotten herself into a pickle this time. If only it was rope, she was pretty good at snapping rope. Not as easy as snapping the neck of that shady business man had been, but still.

She shouldn’t have let her guard down like that. (Y/n) would scold her for sure… if she ever got to see her again, anyway. The thought made Yor’s shoulders slump. No one had helped her adjust to the assassin life like (Y/n) did. She didn’t know what she would do without her cute, grumpy face greeting her in the Garden or the occasional mission. But at least she was safe. Yor didn’t know what she’d do if their positions were swapped. There would definitely be hell to pay, of that much she was certain.

At present she wasn’t sure what was to become of her. Since she was detained, she had only been visited by her captors once for a little bit of water. They hadn’t spoken to her at all. Whether this was going to turn out to be a negotiation or an execution, Yor didn’t know.

Her stomach rumbled for the ninth time that night and she sighed pitifully. Wasn’t it custom to get a last meal before an execution? Although, this was a group of angry underground criminals whose paychecks were frozen after she had killed their boss. She would be rather cross too, she supposed.

“Excuse me,” She called out, “is anyone there? I know you are probably upset with me, but could I trouble you for a little something to eat? I haven’t eaten in—“

She heard a heavy thud against the reinforced door of the bare room she had been chained within and she frowned. If they didn’t want her to talk, perhaps they should have gagged her. Though she was thankful they hadn’t.

But then she heard the heavy click of the door being unlocked and she tensed. If she was going out, she would be going out fighting! However, instead of one of the rugged men who had ushered her into the room at gun point, she saw (Y/n) push the door open. Ring of keys in one hand, a sleek knife in the other and a dead man at her feet.

“(Y/n)!” Yor gasped, “What are you doing here?”

“Keep your voice down! What’s it look like I’m doing, Briar? I’m busting you out, dumbass.” (Y/n) hissed, quickly maneuvering behind Yor to test every key on the ring for one that would free Yor’s hands from the awkward position in which they had been cuffed to the wall.

She had to be quick, it was only a matter of time before one of the bodies she had hurriedly stuffed in the dark corners along the way here were discovered. There were more people in this hideout than she would like to deal with. She still took the time to scold Yor as she worked, however.

“I can’t believe you let yourself get caught! You are so lucky I came to rescue your sorry ass. I don’t care what the higher-ups think. This incident definitely makes me the better assassin.”

“I know,” Yor pouted, but for only a moment before smiling sweetly, “thank you for coming for me, (Y/n). You are too kind. You are always looking out for me.”

“Yeah, whatever,” finally the cuffs fell free, “Now let’s get the hell out of here before those goons discover us. Here,”

Yor quickly finished rubbing her wrists in time to receive the sleek, gold ice picks being shoved at her and her eyes practically sparkled. She thought if she ever got out of this place, she’d have to get new ones made. (Y/n) had found a guy using the needles as chopsticks as she weaved through the hideout. Needless to say, that hadn’t ended well for him.

They stealthily checked either end of the hallway before sneaking out in the opposite direction (Y/n) had come from. (Y/n) had observed that the goons seemed to patrol in a clockwise fashion, so it would make sense to keep following the flow where the people (Y/n) had already taken out were supposed to be.

“Come on, stay light on your feet.”

Though Yor was doing a perfectly fine job of keeping up with (Y/n), the other assassin pulled her long by the hand. The contact gave Yor butterflies.

“Shouldn’t be much further—“

“There they are! Stop them!”

“Damn it!”

(Y/n) shoved herself and Yor around the corner, narrowly missing the spray of bullets that came speeding towards them. They skidded to a halt when they heard shouts coming from the direction they were heading. (Y/n)’s presence had been discovered and now they were being surrounded!

“What should we do?” Yor asked.

“Get in that room and cover your ears!” (Y/n) ordered, taking out a small explosive and slapping it to the opposite outer wall before joining Yor in the room and slamming the door shut.

3… 2… bang!

The bomb detonated, and (Y/n) wasted no time pulling Yor through the debris though the smoke stung their eyes and throat. But once they had made it out to the misty, cold night air, their irritation from the explosion started to soothe over. The explosion had taken out a few of the men that led the pack, but more were quick to take their places, guns blazing.

“Get out of here, I’ll make sure you can make a clean get away. I parked behind those bushes over there.” (Y/n) shoved the car keys at Yor’s chest and made a move to turn back around to deal with the mob, but Yor caught her arm and held on with an almost painful grip.

“You can’t go back. Who knows what they’ll do to you. Just keep running! We can escape together!”

“Don’t argue with me, just go! Despite what everyone else thinks, I know I’m a better assassin than you. Besides, notice how weak the gun fire has gotten? Those idiots are almost out of bullets anyway. I got this.” She twisted her arm out of Yor’s grasp and ran back into the fray, throwing knives into the vital points of several underlings as she ran.

“(Y/n), wait!” Yor bit her lip anxiously and looked between (Y/n) and the bushes where the car was.

She should probably listen to (Y/n) and go to the car, right? But she couldn’t make herself look away much less run away.

(Y/n) was doing well holding off the mob on her own, yet Yor still worried. Then she saw a bullet graze (Y/n)’s arm. The assassin winced and blood flowed freely, but she kept fighting, albeit a bit sloppier, and that cemented Yor’s final decision.

Blood red fury coursed through her veins and she gripped her needles tightly in knuckle-white clenched fists. Yor would paint the streets red with the blood of whoever dared to make (Y/n) bleed those few precious streams that now darkened her torn clothes.

“Hey, I said go! Get out of here!” (Y/n) yelled whilst slashing another throat with her non-dominant hand.

But Yor did not retreat, nor hesitate in carving a path straight to her. She had never seen such hellfire in Yor’s eyes. It made a chill run up and down her spine, not that she would ever admit that Yor could be intimidating in any way.

“Don’t you touch her!” Yor growled, snatching the arm of a man who had run out of bullets as his comrades before him. He had clearly intended to pistol whip the back of (Y/n)’s head, but Yor would have none of that. One wound on (Y/n) was already one too many in her opinion.

The man screamed as Yor contorted his arm into an unnatural position and with an awful crack, he fell to the ground. With one swift stab to the back of his head, he was permanently taken care of.

Then Yor really let loose. It was a a hurricane of blood, no survivors save herself and the woman she sought to protect. (Y/n) wasn’t even sure were her own blood ended and the blood of her enemies began.

“Good god, Yor,” (Y/n) whispered, looking out upon their combined carnage, but mostly at the particularly gruesome ones contributed by Yor.

“I,” Yor took in a deep breath, “I may have gone a little overboard with some of those.” She swallowed uncomfortably.

Would (Y/n) be frightened of her because of this? Even by assassin standards, these were some gnarly corpses. If (Y/n) began treating her differently because of this, that might just break Yor’s heart.

“Ah!” Yor brought a hand to her stinging nose, then she looked to (Y/n), surprised by being flicked from so out of the blue.

“I told you I had it, but you just had to show off, didn’t you? Geez, this was my rescue mission, you were the one who was in trouble, not me!”

Yor blinked owlishly, then gave a slight smile, “Sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get the hell out of here. You’re probably starving right? I guess I’ll have to make you something at my place given how dawn hasn’t even broke yet. Everyone knows you can’t cook for shit.”

“Thank you, (Y/n) that’s really nice of you, but you should let me tend to that wound first. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It’s just a scratch.“ (Y/n) puffed her chest, “You should see what I did to the other guy!”

Yor giggled, but (Y/n)’s energy was not enough to convince her. As soon as they got to the car, Yor found a medkit in the trunk and put it to good use, though she did make a mess of the hydrogen peroxide and the bandages, spilling them all over the trunk. Given all that had gone down, the cultivator’s car could have suffered a lot worse than a couple bloody bandages soaked in H2O2 left in the trunk.

“Thanks.” (Y/n) begrudgingly mumbled when Yor finished up.

Yor joined her where she sat on the edge of the trunk and gave her a hug, eyes shut tight.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be okay.”

“Hey, do I need to remind you again that this was my rescue mission to save you? That should be my line. So,” she cleared her throat, eyes looking to the side down at the damp grass, “I’m glad you are okay too.”

Yor hummed happily and hugged her just a bit tighter.

“But if you ever let yourself get caught again, so help me I’ll make you my prisoner instead. At least then I’ll know exactly where you are.”

“Do you think we should move in together?” Yor wondered. That would make it easier on (Y/n) somehow, wouldn’t it? In any case, Yor knew for sure that she would enjoy waking up and getting to see her every day.

“That’s not what I was saying at all!” (Y/n) spluttered, but then mumbled, “But I guess I wouldn’t be opposed. Just don’t burn my kitchen down.”

“I won’t, I promise. This is so exciting!”

At that moment, Yor’s stomach chose to growl again. She pressed her hands over her abdomen and blushed. (Y/n) snickered.

“Alright, you driving or not? We have to get some food in you.”

“I’ll drive!” Yor scooped (Y/n) up from where she sat on the edge of the trunk and brought her around to the passenger seat.

“Hey! Put me down, a bullet just grazed my arm. I can walk ten feet.”

“I want to keep you safe too, (Y/n).” Yor replied, “You’re important to me.”

(Y/n) saw the boundless sincerity in Yor’s eyes and swallowed thickly, sinking further into the seat to try to put a little more distance between them. Even she, with her own special brand of cluelessness compared to Yor’s, couldn’t deny that those gentle words did something to her.

It would still take some time for her to admit it, but she was starting to get on the right track. They both were.

Yor wasn’t exactly a smooth driver, but they made it to (Y/n)’s apartment in one piece. First things first, they made either a super late dinner or an extra early breakfast depending on how you looked at it, to combat their hunger. Being on the other end of a massacre was hungry work after all.

Yor helped with food prep, but (Y/n) ultimately cooked it all. Then they took turns getting cleaned off before putting their feet up and laying back against the couch. They ended up falling asleep together, tangled atop the piece of furniture too narrow for two people, but that was only because the night had been so exhausting… or so (Y/n) pretended to reason as she nuzzled closer.

[ditzybat]

Hi! I saw that you had an idea where Tim sees Lady Shiva as a mother-figure and have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Do you have any more thoughts on that?

I have many thoughts on this particular head canon!

This mostly stems from the idea that Janet Drake and Lady Shiva have similar personalities, and therefore when Tim met Shiva he imprinted onto her like a baby duckling (pun intended).

A contributing factor to this is also their mentorship/partnership!

Tim and Shiva’s relationship is increasingly complicated. She’s trained him and they grew a partnership of mutual respect and were seen as equals for the period of time Tim spent in Paris (6 months.) And they were generally amicable until he killed her while under the influence of enhanced drugs due to her interference and desire to be killed by someone better than herself.

Because of that last little tidbit I like to think that Shiva views Tim as someone who has the potential to surpass her and therefore like a son (much like a twisted version of Cass and hers antagonistic fueled relationship). While on the flip side, Within the year that they met, Tim has interacted more with a woman who is startling similar to his very scary mother, than his own mother who would rather send him to private school than raise him herself while she travels. And much like Cass he believes Shiva’s perspective to be flawed. But at the same time, respects Shiva for her fighting prowess.

I also really like the Fanon of Shiva wanting to be a good mother, and laying claim to both Cass and Tim as her blood in front of Bruce to both mess with him and to somewhat apologize for her behavior towards them but not quite quitting killing.

And I really love the idea of Tim fighting Shiva one day, and then the next having tea with her while gossiping, in place of his actual mother who kicks the bucket not long after they meet.

[therandomcreechur]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛!!! :𝙳

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[youremyheaven]

Adding on to the humour thing:

Personally I’ve noticed that Jupiter in the chart/Jupiter naks/etc can actually be quite funny, but it can be quite an unintentional Philomena Cunk type of humour (bonus points if there’s water in the chart) as opposed to the more witty humour mercury or even venus has.

But also humour is very much about how you articulate it in the moment, so usually funny people have libra somewhere like you said.

I think the reason why people with a strong mars struggle is because they’re quite inwardly intense personalities and lighthearted things like humour don’t come as naturally to them.

Yeah idk, I guess this is somewhat subjective and largely dependant on the persons social skills. This is just my experience so idk if anyone else will agree

yet to look into Jupiter influence and humour but I just looked at Philomena Cunk vids AND OMG AHHH that's such a spot-on observation because I feel like Jupiter (and Rahu natives to some extent) have this ditzy kind of airheaded slow-wit humour where they're unintentionally funny, some have weird kooky girl humour (Vishaka Sun, Emma Stone and Punarvasu Moon Drew Barrymore come to mind)

Swati Moon Mila Kunis' character on The 70s show is like this

Phoebe Buffay from Friends is also like this and I just looked up Lisa Kudrow's chart and she has Rahu conjunct Ascendant in Punarvasu!!

Cat Valentine on Victorious is also like this. Ariana Grande who plays her has Ardra Sun & Mercury in Punarvasu (Rahu + Jupiter influence)

dear anon you have opened new pathways in my understanding of planetary influence and humour wow,,, tysm for sending this ask!!!

i agree with what u said about Mars, i think they're too inwardly drawn but I feel like Mrigashira is an exception because its in Gemini and they yap a lot, Jennifer Lawrence, Khloe Kardashian, Sandra Bullock, they have zero filter and just say the randomest, weirdest things but I know that its not for everyone and probably makes others cringe (esp their oversharing dear lord)

[ofironandivory]

I'm BACK to yap about the ship of the hour - emerie x viktor🗣️🗣️ (brace yourself, it's a bit of a word vomit)

so uh idk if you know about this AU but it was kinda popular in the arcane fandom at some point (or at least I think it was akahaj)

it's called the lumen au and it's a type of soulmate au.

a lumen is a ball of light usually around the size of a tennis ball, but it can vary I think lol, that is a physical manifestation of their soul mates soul. the colour, texture and any other features of the lumen varies depending on the soulmate.

the lumen has a personality similar to the soulmate, so a ditzy soulmate might have a lumen that wanders around a bit lol. but at the end of the day lumens always follow their respective soulmate, although they're not tethered and can be stolen but thats a whole other story.

the soulmate can also feel anything that happens to their lumen. so tickling, kissing, biting, poking, squeezing etc. the lumen results in the soulmate feeling it no matter where they are. the feeling all depends on the intention of the person touching the lumen, so if they are poking it with the intention of comfort that's what the soulmate will feel and vice versa.

when soulmate meet, their lumens get drawn to each other and kinda.. circle each other and let out a bright light before going back to their respective owners. by that I mean the lumen goes back to whoever they were already with prior, the souls don't just trade owners if that makes sense. lumen a stays with person b and vice versa. I think it is possible to trade lumens so you can have your own lumen in your possession, and maybe even trade it with someone else and decide your own fate :D

okay ramble over, I sent this because I have questions👀✍🏼

1 what do you think you and your f/os lumen would look like 2 what are their thoughts on lumens and 3 how do they treat their lumens based on 2

if you're not a big fan of soulmate au's - or just don't want to respond to this which is fair lmao - consider this a free gush pass🎟️

enjoy the rest of your day!!

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

I LOVE SOULMATE AUS, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO STUFF LIKE THIS FIFHDJDHDKDH!!!

Let's see... I'll do my real self and some of my S/Is and their respective F/Os!!

I feel like my lumen would be slightly dim around the edges but bright in the middle, with a blue and purple hue. Its texture would be like a stuffed animal, soft and fuzzy. It'd be shy and reserved, but clingy and curious, so it'd mostly reside in my soulmate's pocket or bag! It'd also expand or shrink depending on its mood, the more cheerful or pleased it is, the larger and brighter it'll get and vice versa!

Charlie's lumen is mostly green, with a deep blue center! Its texture resembles a very soft and warm cloth. It behaves extremely shyly most of the time, but when it believes its soulmate isn't looking it'll flicker and bounce excitedly! If it doesn't know where its soulmate is, it'll look around for them frantically, scared to be by itself

Emerie's lumen would be bright teal with a pink center, always bright and never entirely steady. It'd feel smooth and cool to the touch like a pearl! It mirrors its soulmate very well, so if it senses joy it'll bounce around the room in excitement; if it senses sadness it'll dim itself out and stay close to its soulmate, to comfort them in anyway it can

Viktor's lumen is a varying gradient from light blue to bright white, with iridescence "shards" that flicker and change colors around its core. The texture is surprisingly soft and cool to the touch, like letting a cloud slip by your fingers!It's very demure in nature, mostly floating still over its soulmate's shoulder, watching over them intently and curiously. It feels warmer to the touch when caressed with love or desire!

Jinx's lumen flashes between pink, purple and blue constantly. It looks sharp but feels warm and smooth to the touch, almost like holding someone's hand! It behaves sporadically and does as it pleases most of the time. If it feels like its soulmate isn't giving it enough attention, it will shove itself in its soulmate's face and interrupt whatever they're doing

Ocean Princess' lumen is constantly changing between multiple hues of blue! Its texture is like dipping one's hand into cool water! It should be kept on a leash, if at all possible! It is constantly all over the place, darting around in excitement and curiosity over every little thing. It is also incredibly affectionate and often floats up and around its soulmate's face and hands for pets and "kisses"

Simon's lumen has a cozy orange hue, with a very small blue core. It feels warm and nostalgic, like slipping under a comfy blanket during a rainy afternoon! It behaves shyly but if it notices its soulmate feeling upset it'll try to do something silly to make them smile and cheer up!

Eris' lumen is a deep shade of green with a purple center. It feels almost electric, leaving a tingling sensation after coming in contact with someone. It behaves like a floating lamp, unless handled with love and affection repeatedly, then it will always be around its soulmate! It will try to be helpful by dragging or pushing things closer to its soulmate and "blinking" over something they may be looking for or forgetting

Sir Pentious' lumen is golden and extravagant, it feels bumpy and cold like bolted metal. It tries to keep its composure and behave nonchalantly but it releases a proud hiss and smoke once excited or happy! It follows its soulmate around and usually slips under their sleeves or hair, like it's using them as a hat!

[futurequibblerjournalist]

hiii im a bit new to this blog... who are the characters Aurora and Charity?

Hiiii and welcome!

So Aurora and Charity are canon teachers at Hogwarts during the same time Severus teaches!

Aurora Sinistra is a teacher in the Astronomy department, she is a black woman and she attends the Yule Ball with Barty Crouch Jr disguised as Mad-Eye Moody and looks incredibly uncomfortable while doing so. These are the just about the canon things we know about her. She’s often headcanoned as a Ravenclaw in the same year as the marauders and she’s usually a very blunt character personality wise. She appears very confident in herself to outsiders though I personally like to make her a bit more uncertain of herself and also I headcanon her to be autistic!

Charity Burbage is a Muggle Studies teacher, the very same that gets abducted by Voldemort in I believe July 1997? She gets killed by Voldemort and fed to Nagini and her last words are something along the lines of “Severus, please, please” after she tries to remind him that they were/are friends and thus he should help her. This is just about all the canon information we get on her. In fanon she’s often portrayed as a somewhat ditzy, fun loving Hufflepuff who’s trying to appeal to the good sides of her mainly Slytherin friend group. Some portray her as muggleborn, though her wiki says she’s most likely a half-blood or a pureblood so I headcanon her to “pureblood” (pureblood father, half-blood mother).

They’re usually put in what’s commonly referred to as “Snape’s gang” which is a group of students, some of which we know canonically hung out with Severus. The group usually includes Charity, Aurora, Severus, Avery (I call him Edmund Avery Junior), Mulciber (I call him Bruce Mulciber Junior) and Wilkes (I call him Wilhelm). I also personally include Igor Karkarov in this group and partially Nott (I call him Tiberius Nott Junior, he would be the father of the Theordore Nott we see in Hari’s year).

There’s a handful of different ships for them. I think a lot of people commonly ship them together, though of the ships including them that you’ll see on my page will likely be starrynight (Severus/Aurora) or seabunny (Charity/Igor).

I recently did a long yap about Charity that you can find here and I’ve also talked about both her and Aurora a lot on here so if you search “Aurora Altair Sinistra” and “Charity Grace Burbage” on my profile you should be able to find me talking about them in one way or another!

If you’ve got any other questions feel free to send them my way!!