#help i haven't been able to stop thinking about them 🥺

[beif0ngs]

You aren’t the kind of person who helps other people with their projects. Your ideas change the world.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Feathers✨

Hey hey hey, I’m back! Took a tiny break but I had another idea for a spicy Luci scenario! But this one is super tender cuz Luci needs some TLC like nobody's business! 🥺

This turned out a little more dom!reader then initially planned but I'm happy about it

Big thank you to some of the anons I received for the ideas! I very much appreciate everyone who's given anything I've written their love!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer's wings are not in the greatest shape, you offer to help clean them...

Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, cockwarming, dom!reader and sub!lucifer if you squint

It had been a pretty quiet day in house. Lucifer was off with his daughter Charlie for the day, they’ve had quite a bit of father/daughter bonding to catch up on. But this gave you the chance to work on something that you’ve been wanting to make for some time now. It was a secret project, keeping things from Lucifer was harder than it seemed. But with the home to yourself, you were finally able to finish the gift you wanted to give him! Just as you were admiring your work, a portal opened up behind you; Lucifer was back! Quickly, you hid his gift under your pillow before he could see anything. Lucifer stepped through the portal and into your bedroom; you noticed his wings spread out behind him.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted as you walked over to him, planting a small peck on his forehead. He smiled, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it in return. “How was your day with Charlie?”

“It was really nice! We went for a little flight, as you can tell,” he laughed, gesturing to his wings. Lucifer’s wings always left you in awe, you couldn’t help but stare at them. But upon further inspection, you saw that they seemed a little worse for wear. You wondered when the last time they were properly taken care of, since you've never seen him actually do anything with them.

“Hey Luci, your wings are looking a little…” you hesitated, looking for the right word, “disheveled. Is everything alright?”

"Ahh," Lucifer sighed, "yeah, I uhh...I'll admit, I haven't paid them much attention. Not in a long while."

You knew that he had been by himself for a long time before you came along. He had mentioned his battles with self isolation and depression that he had fought against for years, but he was never too keen on going into more detail than necessary. Looking back, it would make sense as to why his wings are in the state that they are. It saddened you, you wished you could have been there for him. It was time to make up for that.

"How about this," you proposed, "why don't I run us a bath and I'll help you clean them up. How does that sound?"

"O-Oh, are you sure?," he questioned, failing to hide the fact that his cheeks were now flushed. "They're kind of a pain, I don't want you to-" you cut off his protests with a peck. You felt his lips curl into a smile.

"Nothing's a pain when it comes to you, Lucifer," you assured. "Go get ready and I'll see you in a few minutes, alright? Tonight, let me take care of you."

"Of course," he grinned, "thank you, my angel."

*** Lucifer saw you smile and make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he let out a long sigh. It really had been years since he’s taken care of his wings. It was a lot easier when there was someone there to help. When Lilith left, it became a much more daunting task. He began to undo his button up shirt, tossing it onto the bed and moved on to undoing his belt. But suddenly, he stopped once the buckle had been unhooked. Shit, he thought to himself, realizing he’d forgotten how sensitive his wings were, my wings being touched are drive me insane! I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together, especially not after years of just letting them go! He sucked in a few deep breaths and continued removing the belt from his pants. It’s fine, it’s fine…as long as I don’t make a noise or turn around. Just focus, Lucifer. For Satan’s sake, you’re the king of Hell!

Lucifer undid his zipper, letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor and kicking them off to the side. Unfortunately, he could already feel the blood rushing between his legs in anticipation. No, no, no!, he scolded himself, we’re not doing this. We’re getting our wings washed and we’re going to bed! I’m not letting this turn into anything other than a nice bath! She CANNOT think I’m just some touch starved pervert! I’m not! He inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, trying his best to calm down. After a minute, he made his way to the bathroom, placing his hand on the knob.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispered to himself before slowly opening the door.

*** It was fortunate that Lucifer had such a spacious home, that meant a more spacious bathroom as well. His bathtub could easily fit four people comfortably, but this at least gave you room to be able to work with his wings. You turned the water on to a nice warm temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot. You undressed as the bathtub began to fill, grabbing a soft washcloth from the closet and bubble bath soap after discarding your clothes. Once the tub was half full, you poured the soap in, letting it mix with the running water. The bubbles appeared fast, you couldn't see that water anymore after a few seconds. Finally, you brought the flow to a stop and dipped your toes in to test that waters. Perfect. You stepped in and slowly began to sink down into the warm liquid that heated your core. Lucky for you, his tub had seats along the sides so you could sit comfortably instead of sinking to the bottom! As soon as you were submerged just below your shoulders, you heard the bathroom door creaking behind you.

"Knock, knock!," Lucifer joked, hitting the already opened door with his knuckles. You chuckled as he closed the door behind him. Not that it was a new sight to you, but his naked figure never ceased to make you blush, as if he were perfectly sculpted. You shook your head, trying your best to focus on his face and not let your eyes wander anywhere else.

"Alright, let's see what we're working with," you stated, prompting Lucifer to conjure his wings once more. As you looked them over, you could tell it would take a little bit of time to clean them properly, but you were more than willing to help. You shifted over to the edge of the tub and offered Lucifer your hand. Smiling, he took hold as you guided him into the water with you. He sat down next you, turning his back so you could start working on his neglected feathers.

"Thank you for this," he spoke softly as you took the washcloth and began to work on his first set of wings. "I really don't deserve it, or you..."

"Luci, don't say that," you cut in, "I love you, and I want to help you. I'll always be here, I promise."

You heard him hum in response. He had a lot more feathers than you originally thought. You wanted to take your time, combing through every feather from his first set as they were the largest. You moved your attention down to his second set of wings after a few minutes. You were both quiet for a while as you continued your ministrations, running the washcloth thoroughly through each of his feathers, ridding them of any dirt. However, the sound of Lucifer's breathing becoming heavier with each passing minute did not go unnoticed by you. Wings were very sensitive areas after all. A tiny smile crept on your face. You had finally moved on to his last set of wings. They would be the easiest to take care of since they were the smallest, but you wanted to test your suspicions before you finished.

"Almost done," you hummed, "you doing alright?"

"YEAH, yeah," Lucifer answered almost too loudly, "I-I'm fine."

"That's good," you responded, gripping his feathers with just a little bit more force than necessary. You heard a small whimper escape Lucifer's throat, his hand shooting out of the water to cover his mouth. Bingo. "You sure you're alright, hon?"

"M-Mhmm," Lucifer mumbled into his palm.

"All clean," you purred, causing Lucifer's wings to disappear in a flash.

Lucifer stood up a little too fast trying to exit the tub, his back still towards you. "Thank you love, I really really appreciate you doing that for me, but I'm kind of tired so I'm gonna-" You didn't let him finish his sentence, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him into your lap, causing a large splash. "D-Darling, what are you doing?"

"And where do you think you're going?" you questioned, letting your hands run down his hips and towards his thighs. You heard Lucifer's breath hitch as your hands roamed dangerously close to his hard on. "What's the matter, baby? Were you hoping I wouldn't notice that you were getting turned on by all my touching? How cute."

You let your hand wander until you finally gripped his hardened cock. Lucifer could only let out a strangled yelp. All too pleased, you began to stroke his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. Lucifer tried to buck up at your touch, but your other arm was wrapped around his abdomen, keeping him flush to your chest. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Now why would you try to hide this from me, Luci?,” you teased him as you began peppering kisses along the back of his neck.

“Hhng…I-I’m sorry, love,” he swallowed, “it…shit…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t h-have had that reaction while you were…ffffuuucckk…” He completely trailed off, only being able to focus on your movements. You had only picked up your pace slightly since you started, you wanted to make this last as long as possible. But unfortunately, you could feel your own arousal start to pulse between your legs. Without warning, you let go off his cock, causing to Lucifer to whimper at the loss of your hand. You swiftly stood up and hooked your arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style out of the tub. He looked up at you with a mixture of shock and arousal. Once you were fully out of the tub, you placed him onto the white marble floor.

"Stay," you commanded. Lucifer held his arms down at his sides, completely immobile. You sauntered over to the rack and grabbed the two fresh towels hanging there. After opening the bathroom door, you dried off your soaking body as quickly as you could before making your way back over to Lucifer with the other towel in hand. You patted his hair down first, then moved to his face and shoulders, working it down to his chest and stomach. You avoided touching the area he needed you to touch the most and finally finished by drying off his legs. "Get ready," you told him as you stood up straight once more. Before he could respond, you scooped him up in your arms again with the towel placed underneath him. You couldn't help but smile down at him once you say how flushed his face had gotten. You effortlessly carried your lover into the bedroom and placed him down on the edge of the bed. You took the towel and placed it on the floor, giving your knees some much needed cushion from the hard wooden floor.

"Sweetheart, p-please," Lucifer said, finally finding his voice again, "you don't have to-" You gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, cutting him off mid-sentence. He could only yelp in response.

"I told you that I would take care of you tonight, did I not?" you replied with a coy smile. "That's exactly what I intend to do."

You lowered your head and gently pressed your lips to the head of his cock which was already covered in precum. Your tongue circled the tip, causing Lucifer to grip the sheets beneath him, not being able to focus on anything else. You relaxed your jaw, forcing your mouth down onto his shaft as far as you could manage. You didn't want to choke, after all! You absolutely adored the sounds leaving Lucifer's lips, desperate moaning and incoherent babbling. You quickened your pace, your hot mouth leaving trails of saliva down your hand. You felt Lucifer's legs begin to shake.

"L-Love," he choked out, "if you don't stop, I'm g-gonna...FUCK!" You didn't stop bobbing your head up and down. If anything, it only made you work faster. You felt his hands reach out to your shoulders, seemingly trying to push you away, but he wasn't trying very hard if that was the case. You refused to budge. "OHFUCKME," was the last thing he could mutter before his orgasm hit him, spilling his hot seed into your mouth. It was salty, but not unpleasant. You kept your mouth firmly on his cock as he rode out his high. You felt him soften in your mouth and you finally removed yourself from him with a *pop*. You caught some of his cum on your finger that had leaked from your mouth, licking it clean. Lucifer caught you doing so and buried his face in his hands.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days, darling,” he mumbled.

You chuckled, pulling his hands away to see his bright yellow eyes staring back at you. “I don’t think I have that kind of power!"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Lucifer sighed, "my wings are very...sensitive to say the least. I completely forgot about it until it was too late. I thought I could tough it out, but umm, that's clearly not what ended up happening. I didn't want you to think I was some maniac who couldn't control himself..."

You brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. " You don't have to apologize to me, Luci, it's alright," you comforted. "Besides, seeing you so worked up is extremely hot!"

"Pfft!" Lucifer laughed, picking up on your attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad you think so! I was dying the entire time in there!"

You smiled at him and got up from your kneeled position." Do you feel better now? Got it all out of your system?”

"Not quite," he breathed.

As if to take revenge from your stunt from earlier, Lucifer grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of him. "HEY!," you protested, but it was already too late; your cunt that's been aching for attention was now perfectly hovered over Lucifer's maniacal grin. Without warning, he pulled your legs down towards him and began to lick up your folds vigorously. His tongue attacking your clit with every lap he took. Your arms gave out almost immediately, forcing you onto your elbows to keep yourself propped up while the dirtiest moans filled the room. "Fuck...Fuck Luci, you feel s-so good...SHIT!," you cried out. His forked tongue worked at your sensitive nub relentlessly, causing the pit in your stomach to tighten. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate, he was too good and he knew it. Every time he ate you out, he always acted like a starving man who would never taste you again. It only took a few more nibbles at your clit before your walls spasmed uncontrollably, cumming hard against his tongue. He hummed in approval as he helped you ride out your orgasm, swallowing every drop of you. You managed to crawl away from him and plopped chest down on your mattress.

"You're insatiable, aren't you, Lucifer?," you teased, still trying to catch your breath.

"And you're irresistible, aren't you, my angel?" Lucifer joked back. He sat up straight against the pillows next to where your head laid. You couldn't help but notice that he was rock hard again. It filled you with pride to know just how much tasting you on his lips could illicit such a response. A thought popped into your head at that moment, your lips forming into a devious smile. You weren't going to let him have the last word. He was done for.

You pushed yourself up from your prone position and straddled Lucifer's lap, leaning down and crashing your lips into his. He moaned into your kiss, licking across your bottom lip, almost like he was begging you for access. You opened your mouth wide and felt his tongue slip past your lips, deepening your kiss. To his dismay, you pulled away from him, panting and breathless. You lined up your entrance with his cock, sinking down onto him in one quick motion. Both of you moaned at the sensation, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Lucifer eagerly started to buck his hips into you, but you had other plans. You let the rest of your upper body weight fall onto his hips, rendering him immobile.

"Wh-what are you doing?," Lucifer whined as he tried desperately to rut up into you to no avail. "Please...please, need to move...."

You adored him in this state, begging and pleading for you to let him chase his release. "Teaching you a lesson," you grinned, shifting your hips every so slightly and making him bury his head into the crook of your neck.

"PLEASE! Please, I'll do anything!" Lucifer begged, his breathing becoming more and more labored. "Whatever you want!"

"I want you to promise me something, Luci," you cooed, placing your hand under his chin and lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Promise me that you'll come to me if you need help from now on. And in return, I'll promise you that I'll always be there whenever you need me. Do we have a deal?"

Tears welled up in his eyes at your words and the lack of stimulation. He buried his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. "YesyesyesIpromiseIpromiseIwill," he sobbed. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, his blond hair brushing against your face.

"That's my good boy," you praised. You decided to end his torment by lifting your hips and slamming back down on his cock at a break neck pace. His wanton moans went straight to your core, you knew another orgasm was fast approaching. He bucked his hips up into you, his cock hitting your G spot just right with every thrust.

"So close...sososoclose," Lucifer whimpered in your ear.

"L-Let go, baby," you choked out in your cock drunken state, "c-cum in me, Luci, pleasepleasePLEASE!"

Lucifer leaned down and bit into your shoulder, muffling his cries as it only took him a few more thrusts before spilling his seed into you. His bite pushed you over the edge as well, pulsating around his leaking cock. You both took a minute to come down from your highs, neither of you wanting to pull apart. At last, you pulled yourself up and out of Lucifer's lap and completely collapsed next to him. You reached over the edge of the bed and picked up the towel from earlier, handing it to Lucifer so he could clean himself up. You were about to fall asleep when you remembered something important.

"OH!," you shouted, startling Lucifer a little bit. "I almost forgot! I made you something!" You reached under your pillow where you had hid his gift from earlier. You pulled out a small duckling keychain with the words "My Little Duckling" beneath it. You passed it to Lucifer who cupped it in his hands, staring at it like it was made of diamonds.

"You...you made this...for me?," he stammered, completely enamored with his present. He clenched his fist around it and held it up to his heart. "I...I love it so much, darling! This is the best gift I've ever received! I'll cherish this forever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He pulled you in for the tightest hug he's ever given you while peppering small kisses all over your face. You giggled and managed to capture his lips before he could get another peck in.

"I'm really happy you like it," you smiled. "We'll figure out where you can hang it in the morning, yeah?"

"I'd love nothing more, my dear" Lucifer grinned. "But for now, let's get some sleep, shall we."

You nodded and yawned in agreement. You shifted yourself flush against Lucifer's chest, letting his arms wrap around you. You felt his tail wrap around you leg right before you lost consciousness, letting you know he would never let you go.

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IT'S FUCKING DONE BABY, LET'S GOOOOOOOO

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ vii

part six - part eight

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ life goes on and it's up to you to decide who stays and who goes.

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ reader really growing and living her best life like she should. Spelling mistakes add character 😉 if you haven't been tagged, know that I either wasn't able to tag you or simply forgot to add you to my list, I'm not ignoring you, please send me a message if i did!

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charlesgirlies can you tell zoë to stop growing so fast? 🥺

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↳ bott_ass their nanny

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milliexoxo ❤️

mrsnorris once again lando hanging out with them..

↳ norrizz okay and?

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↳ y/nusername and now we've lost dory :(

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milliexoxo I'm 19 that's probably why I look so young, thanks 🤩

norrislandooo oh god, she's one of us 😭

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bott_ass can't wait to see you and jenson judge Danica on love tv 😍

↳ hamilt44n honestly can't wait for y/n to shut Danica up

charliecharlie I don't think jenson would've survived another season without y/n 💀

charles_leclerc ma jolie princesse ❤️ (my pretty princess)

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Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew

[eclecticmiasma]

Hello! Good evening!

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Mithrun and I had a small scenario pop up in my head, and it would be lovely to see your vision on how this would play out, please and thank you 💕:

AFAB!Elf!reader is a member of the canaries, very soft spoken and rather kind. The nicest, most likely. Against her better judgement she’s down bad for the captain and everyone else is like “pls no I’d rather you not”. (She can fix him/jk)

Mithrun realizes she has feelings for him and in a very subtle way treats her a little more gentle than the others. Lets her spoil him a tiny bit more. Listens to her a bit more.

Reader can only hope one day maybe…just maybe…the captain can show a little interest in her too 🥺 and is oblivious that he lets her get away with a little more than others

Just very soft feelings all over

I won't spoil it for those who haven't read the manga, but there are instances where we see Mithrun treat Kabru rather favorably and opening up in great detail about his past. In a side story, we also see that younger Mithrun cared for the other canaries quite a bit. I imagine that even without his desires, Mithrun would appreciate care shown to him in his own Mithrun-y way.

SFW

Mithrun might be adverse to you at first, because when he really looks inward you remind him of his younger self.

However, Mithrun would soon come to see that you don't have the same...pitfalls in your personality that brought him where he is today. He might even come to somewhat admire your ability to stay genuinely kind in a world like theirs.

The other canaries start to notice that you have a much easier time getting their leader to take an ounce of care in his own well-being than any of them ever have. Some of them think it's entertaining while others (Pattadol) think the favoritism is unnacceptable.

Cithis might tease him about it if you aren't around, "We don't want to worry poor [y/n] by getting all dehydrated now, do we captain?"

Even the mention of your name is enough to motivate Mithrun, though you remain completely unaware. In your mind, the captain regards you as nothing more than a subordinate.

You don't notice the way his good eye trains on you as you talk about life before the canaries. You don't realize how fast he falls asleep when you're near. The magnitude of the fact that one night he voluntarily tells you a story about when he and his brother were children slips by you completely.

Pattadol is the only one to ever bring it up to you directly, and you truly have no idea what she's talking about. None of the others help her either, preferring to sit back and watch how her face reddens with frustration.

Mithrun isn't oblivious to the situation, however. He knows that there's something about you that...calms him, at the very least. He's sharp enough to know that you feel the same way about him, perhaps even stronger.

He likes having you around. It's not something he wants when you're gone, but it's something he enjoys while you're there. Because he knows you have some type of feelings for him, he indulges you at every turn. He even lets you wash his back and massage the scarred tissue built at the tips of his ears- though you're terribly relieved he can't see the heat rising on your cheeks as you do so.

One day, long long after the dungeoneering is done, perhaps you might even be able to help Mithrun find his desires, find himself again.

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide adult content!

[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[ssahotchnerr]

Five words: Aaron dressing up as Santa.

Jack is old enough to know that Santa isn't real, but he keeps pretending just for his baby sister, who is about 5-6 🥺

But after something she heard at school Ellie starts doubting Santa as well and Jack comes running to tell you and Aaron right away, not wanting his sister to find out yet 🥹🥹

So, that night, you and Aaron come up with a masterplan to make Ellie believe again 👀

Ellie gets up for her nightly dose of sneaking into bed with you and Aaron, when she hears soft ringing of tiny bells (that you put on Aaron's suit) and sneakily peeks into the living room, only to see Santa himself!

She gasps loudly and Aaron turns around, smiling at her widely and putting a finger over his lips as if shushing her as she just stands there.

Then, she runs to Jack and Aaron gets the opportunity to change and slip back into bed with you, knowing the kids' next stop was your bedroom.

As expected, they come in, Jack gently shaking you awake with a wide smile that immediately lets you know the plan succeeded, and Ellie of course jumps on Aaron yelling "Daddy I just saw Santa!" Making him smile and gently hold her so she wouldn't fall off the bed, or topple on him.

I saw this in a dream and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I needed to get it off my chest oh my god 😭

- 🌻

omg how cute 😭

jack is literally more outraged over this than you and aaron are 🥺 ellie finds him rather than coming to you and aaron, because she feels as if he would give her a more real answer; she wanders into his room and her face just sooo solemn, it looks like she's about to cry :( naturally jack immediately asks her what's wrong, and she tells him so sadly that kids in her class said santa isn't real :(((

and jack's just yes!!?? santa is real, don't listen to them, and she counters him by saying that a girl in her class said it's the parents who do the gifts instead :(((. she sighs and again, very sadly asks, "is it true🥺"

jack tries to explain since those kids don't believe in santa, the parents have no choice but to do the gifts, because santa isn't going to come to their house if they don't believe in him. and while ellie considers this, she's still not convinced 🥺

so when ellie goes to bed, and it's safe to share with the two of you, jack tells you and aaron. your hearts break as well :(( and ever since jack found out santa's not real, and was told by the two of you that this means he has to help keep the magic alive for ellie, he feels very responsible. he helps out with the elf on the shelf, helps ellie write her list, is willing to go to the mall and get a picture with santa - so it makes sense why he's so upset over this - he wants to fulfill his big brother duties :( and so aaron quickly puts the plan into action 🥰🥰

PLEASE aaron waiting downstairs for her usual pitter-patter in the hallway 😭🥺🥺 hehe and then seeing her peek down - crazy bedhead, clutching onto her stuffed animal - and then her little face pulling into the utmost surprise, before dashing off into jack's room <3333 🥰🥰🥰 and then aaron discarding the costume and bolting back up the stairs as quickly as possible and unnoticed 😭

SOBBING!!!! thank you for sharing 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻 this will literally be on my mind for the rest of the xmas season i can promise you that 🥰

[zombyaru]

share tankie headcanons plzz

MMMMMMMMMMMM I want you to know that you just summoned a monster

TW: ABLEISM

Gay and autistic, OF COURSE HE WAS.

He was diagnosed at an early age (maybe 3 or 4 years old?), mainly because of his problems socializing with other children and because he was not yet talking (among other things, of course).

← Lyla began to worry and insisted to Buzz that they get help. Buzz, being Buzz, thought it was Lyla's fault for "spoiling him too much" among other crap. It wasn't until a teacher insisted that they take him to a psychologist that Buzz agreed.

← Since then, Buzz has been OBSESSED with "correcting" his behavior. He would not allow his other children to be diagnosed. (They are all autistic and/or neurodivergent in general, including Buzz himself, but he would never admit it).

← Tank probably doesn't even know he's autistic. Buzz took it upon himself to hide it.

His love for ballet comes from his own mother (inspired by another post).

A theater-loving boy. Always sought to be the lead actor in school plays (he didn't make it).

He loves period pieces. BRO WANTS to be the Elizabeth Bennet of a Mr. Darcy.

Born to be a pink boy, forced to be a green boy 💔

← (he also likes green, but not military green).

Loves trash tv.

He is not very popular at school (and if he is, not for good reasons). People often talk to him or do group work with him because of his good grades, but no one wants to be friends with him because of his temper.

When he meet someone new, he desperately try to make them see that 'it's not as bad as they say'. Generating just the opposite.

← (TECHNICALLY this is canon. In his gba version he says exactly the same thing to the player when meets him)

His father instructed him in 'good music' (music that Buzz himself likes, of course). BUUUUUUUUUUT he's a pop boy.

← Probably loves Lady Gaga.

Technically this is canon x2 Collect maps.

He is ashamed of his first name because it is probably too cute and ridiculous. (I LIVE FOR THEODORE TANK GRUNT)

He has muscles but no strength (0 points 🥺💔).

Cannot ride a bike (me).

RIP Tank grunt, definitely would have loved AO3.

Johnny was his first gay panic. That's why it bothers him so much, because he was never able to face his father and be honest with his own feelings. It was a hatred of himself that he reflected on Johnny. Johnny was probably interested in him too, but Tank never apologized (during his teenage years), and anyway he already had Ophelia, whom he loved and, well, she does treat him well.

He always knew he was gay. But he always felt guilty about it.

I don't think Buzz has inflicted religious guilt on him or anything, but he's definitely overtly homophobic against him (and Ripp).

Buzz got him into the military to keep him from being gay and effeminate (because of course putting your son with a bunch of muscular men won't make him gay). Plus he's the older brother, he's bound to suffer with the burden of carrying on his father's legacy whether he likes it or not.

he would often sneak his mother's makeup. Buzz always found out.

Buzz gave up on that topic because Tank just wouldn't stop doing it. So he decided to teach him military camouflage. And, well, it worked. Tank doesn't quite like it but it's a good excuse to get some makeup on his face.

← He also won't call it makeup anyway. It's "sophisticated military camouflage" and he'll get mad at anyone who denies it. It's the only way he doesn't feel guilty for doing it every day.

Maybe a cat guy, I haven't decided yet (Maybe smaller animals? He grew up with fishes anyway)

It is the only one that does most of the cleaning. Ripp is too lazy and Buck is too little (although he is the neatest of them all).

WELL, THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY. I HAVE 4% HEHEJEHE :333

[weirdmultishipper]

WTH DO YOU MEAN VALENTINE'S DAY?!?!?!?!

uM, Spoilers for Wiege or Part 9 of ALNST by VIVINOS. The team worked really hard on it so go appreciate their work and dedication! If you haven't watched it yet, here's the link! Hope you sob-I mean, enjoy this episode!

Wiege｜ Alien Stage - YouTube

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/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ You done? Okay, back to the show down below.

To begin, I would like to say what "Wiege", the name of episode 9, means. Wiege directly translates to "cradle" and more likely than not "baby's cradle". But if you look into it, it can also mean "origin".

Today, we'll be looking at Luka and Hyuna's untold origin story.

So, LUKA NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEAK CAUSE HE'S SO HAPPY BUT SO UNSURE ON WHAT TO SAY TO HYUNA AND YOU KNOW ITS BEEN SO LONG TOO LONG AUGHHHHHHH!!!!! o(TヘTo):-)

His smile? His joy? His cheeks pink with delight? His childlike ey-Oh, wait, that picture at the top give the wrong idea. Wait-

THIS is what I'm talking about. HIS HAND REACHING OUT TO HYUNA SLIGHTLY!!!! And see his face?! HIS EYES GODDAMN EYES!!!! The art has changed so much over the course of the episodes and it's a SIGHT to see!!!

No, like, other than the beauty of it, The giddiness in his eyes is so... devastating to look at. He's so open, so vulnerable, so HUMAN, and so unlike the manipulative state we've seen him in in the last episodes. It's a look we've never gotten from Luka before and the first time we see it, he's about to lose Hyuna. His love-for another life.

இ௰இ Vivinos is cruel posting this on Valentine's Day, but their tragic romance and story parallels so well with this day that I can't fathom the pain I am feeling, hence why I'm writing this post.

Oh, speaking of life, I have a theory that may seem a tad, no, maybe a lot desperate but here me out:

If y'all watched the video, you better know EXACTLY what this scene is. And if you do, you're just as depressed as me. Because as far and as unrealistic as it may seem, we still believe in this god-forsaken modern AU. Vivinos isn't helping to stop our delusions either, so for now, let us dream. 🙂‍↕️

Also, official art confirmation that they were all besties?!?!?! FINALLY?!?! I mean, we all knew in our hearts they ewere friends and with SuaxMizi, IvanxTill, and Till and Mizi it was obvious but them actually hanging out together heals my crippling little soul. 🥺💔

Also, confirmation that Lika accidently killed Hyuna's brother?!?!?! Not sure, but it sure seems like it!

So pretty innocence destroyed :'( This darling little chub didn't deserve to be turned into a manipulative not-human. But alas, that's how thing are like, mm?

I'm glad how much we got to focus on Luka's and Hyuna's life on this portion of the episodes while also including bits and pieces of the other four. We learned that Hyuna lost a game, making us think that's when she decided to escape. And not only have we gotten more context on the dead brother scene, but we can also do a deep dive into his character now that we can see different parts of him at different times.

Hyuna and Mizi talking about what I assume is Sua's sacrifice was such a small yet touching scene, just like the rest of Alien Stage. I'm glad that was included, no matter how small. (THAT DAMNED ROCKET SHIP AHHHHHHH)

Ah, the dialogue for Hyuna's death was very heavy, oddly uplifting and downlifting at the same time, and so, so true. The only thing keeping Hyuna from completely breaking free from her chains to her past on ALNST was Luka, is Luka, and will always be Luka. Se almost made it but seeing him again cost her her life because she could not LET GO. He kept her held back in the smallest yet most impactful way possible.

"LUKA, live with love."

And he will, because that's all he's got left. He's lost his friends, possibly his career, and his humanity. but from that smile he made as he went for a hug, we know that he can still love.

For now, at least.

Oh. OH. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NAH. SH*TS GONNA GO DOWN BOYS!!!!! OUR GIRL MIZI LOOKS LIKE SHE'S BOUT'A SNAP. She's like us fr fr cause she's watching EVERYONE die. I bet Luka's next y'all.

Honestly, I hope Mizi and Luka can look past their (many) differences in their grief and work together to... join the rebels? Take down ALNST? IDK, but whatever they do, I think they'll have to stick together because they are each other's only sense of companionship left on this world.

Notice I said "this" world? Yep, modern AU still working in my mind 24/7.

[theshiftingwitch]

Hi!

I have horrible OCD and I can’t get my mind to understand the way I need to differentiate between my desired reality and my thoughts.

I’ve been struggling with it for months because of coaches and people always saying our thoughts are what create our reality. Since I’ve come to understand that the 4D and our imagination creates our reality, and reality is an echo of our thoughts, it’s really fucked up my entire faith and I can’t trust my own words and desires anymore.

I can only bring myself to manifest smaller things like money, or clearer skin and longer hair etc because of fears. My mind has convinced me I have illness and that Ill never get to reality shift because of my OCD, and what’s so scary is that it feels so real.

I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know how to release this energy of constantly being convinced there’s illness in me or my own parent, I have no idea what I can visualize to make things better because my mind just shows me images of me and my parent sick all day. I don’t know what mindset I can have apart from the fact that reality is an echo of our thoughts.

Do I continue to affirm that my desired thoughts obliterates and destroys my fears of illness even thought I constantly get scary images that feel so real? I don’t have anyone who understands my problems at such a spiritual level and I’ve tried so hard to find meditations exactly for this but none of them fit to my standards.

I’m so tired and I’m almost completely giving up due to how real my OCD feels. It’s always surrounding illness in the stomach area which has created this horrible stuck energy that almost fuels my OCD. When Im most terrified what can I do?

What do I do?

Sorry for the long message! 🫶🏻🥺

Hello!

Surprisingly, this is not the first ask I get about manifesting/shifting while struggling with OCD (I'll leave the links down for you)

First, I have to say this because I can't, in good conscience, give you my advice without letting you know : I am not a professional. Manifestation and loa and shifting are not a replacement for professional help, so if you can, please speak to someone who knows what they're doing when it comes to complex mental health.

You said you can only bring yourself to manifest small things, then you listed things people have been struggling with for months! There are no small or big manifestations, everything is of equal value when it comes to loa, so already you've proven to be a powerful manifestor.

And yet, as powerful as you are, you haven't been able to manifest this illness that plagues your mind. You're not sick, your family is not sick, you're all doing just fine. So why is it that this particular thought didn't manifest when we always say that our thoughts create our realities?

The mind is a complex thing, and your subconscious is a sponge that absorbs whatever you tell it without debate or questions. However, manifesting is not simply thinking a thought and letting it come into your reality. Manifestation requires clear DESIRE. It needs a strong intention and a burning desire for that which you WANT to manifest. If you're thinking a thought and it feels so real and yet the whole time your mind is going " I don't want this! I don't want this outcome! Please don't bring this into my 3d reality, this feels awful, I don't like this! Make it stop" you're signalling to your subconscious mind that this is not a desire, so it gets handled as such.

Intrusive thoughts are just that, a thought that doesn't belong and is intruding on your normal line of thinking. You can't manifest that which you do not desire. Your mind is smarter than that, the universe is smarter than that!

Check out these posts if you have more questions about this, and happy manifesting ❤️

[newswoop]

I need to get this off my chest, I'm too obsessed. I've been so busy that I haven't really been able to write, but Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 got me feeling things... I'm hoping I will get more time to write this or finish it one day. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it's a WIP. 🥺

Scp x Poppy Playtime: What would happen if Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright were assigned to the newest anomalous site, Playtime Co?

“Why do you think they sent us?” Jack asked, noisily crunching on a handful of potato chips. “Other than the whole spiel about you being a reality sink and, well… my condition.”

“Oh, they totally just want us dead,” Clef replied, casually polishing his shotgun. “Though, usually, they’re a little less subtle about it.”

Jack frowned, lowering the bag. “Yeah, that’s what’s bothering me. If they wanted to off us, there are easier ways. I heard they sent in at least three MTF teams already… none of them came back.”

Clef paused mid-polish, his head tilting slightly. For the first time, he seemed to be taking the assignment seriously.

“Three teams?” he muttered. “What do we know, then?”

Jack sighed, setting the chips aside and pulling out the dossier. Flipping it open, he skimmed the text before reading aloud. “Recovered comms suggest the environment is non-Euclidean—it folds in on itself and generally doesn’t adhere to the laws of reality. Confirmed cognitive hazards and identity warping. But get this… reality anchors don’t work there.”

Clef immediately snatched the file from his hands, flipping through the pages with growing urgency. His expression darkened with every line he read.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he suddenly roared.

Jack winced, clapping his hands over his ears. “Jesus, warn a guy next time!”

He stared at Clef, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. It wasn’t like him to lose his cool—not like this.

Something was seriously wrong.

"Now you’ve got me worried," Jack tried to joke, but it fell flat.

Clef threw down the dossier in disgust. "I knew this was a suicide mission, but this is fucking ridiculous. Confirmed reality manipulation in an enclosed environment, confirmed memetic agents—and reality anchors don’t even work?"

Bright shrugged and reached for his bag of chips. "Yeah, we’re cooked. GG, chat."

Clef shot him a withering glare, but he knew better than to argue. Jack Bright didn’t fear death—he embraced it. The only thing that ever shook that confidence was the risk to his close friends and family. And while Clef fell under close friend, he was far from frail, much less in any danger.

Jack seemed to realize his friend was actually distressed, letting out a soft sigh. "Seriously, Alto. If you’re not comfortable coming in, you can call it off. As a senior staff member, you can tell the council to go fuck themselves."

Clef scoffed, shaking his head. "Call it off? And what, abandon you to a reality-warping hellhole? As much as your ugly mug pisses me off, I don’t want you dead. Definitely don’t want you permanently stuck in some non-Euclidean pocket dimension."

Jack was momentarily touched, though he quickly masked it with his usual sarcastic remarks. "Ah, good. So I’ve guilt-tripped you into helping me. God knows the council would've thrown me in there regardless!"

Neither of them could argue with that.

“Jackass,” Clef said.

He would’ve said more, but the truck came to an abrupt stop, throwing both men against the metal benches with a painful thud.

“Fuck! Give some warning next time!” Jack screeched to the front of the carrier.

The MTF either didn’t hear or give a damn since they spoke with a tired undertone, “Out. We’ve arrived.”

“Don’t you just love Lambda 5?” The immortal asked sarcastically.

“Personally, I like Zata-9 more,” Clef said, purposely raising his voice to irritate their MTF handler.

The Lambda-5 operative didn’t react. Instead, they simply slumped, their whole body radiating pure exhaustion. With a groan, they let their head bang against the steering wheel, saying nothing but letting their actions speak for them. As the two doctors gathered their things, they shared a laugh at the poor MTF’s misery.

The moment they jumped out of the carrier, the armored truck was already speeding away, kicking up a thick cloud of dust. Both men broke into coughing fits, waving at the debris as if it would make a difference.

As the dust settled, they took a moment to take in the newly quarantined SCP site. It was massive, sprawling across several acres, its faded yellows, reds, and blues giving it a deceptively harmless appearance. Towering buildings and rusted smokestacks loomed overhead, stretching hundreds of feet into the air.

“Am I the only one getting Site-13 vibes?” Clef asked, shouldering his shotgun.

“This reminds me more of the infinite IKEA, honestly,” Jack admitted.

They exchanged another glance before stepping up to the factory’s front doors. Jack gave the handle a test jiggle—and to their surprise, it swung open without resistance. Both men froze. Then, without a word, they drew their weapons, leveling them at the crack.

“Put that down,” Clef hissed, half-heartedly swatting at Jack’s arm. “Who the fuck even gave you a gun after last time?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent shot,” Jack huffed, holding the glock defensively.

Clef just stared at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you not remember the Wii incident?”

Jack sniffed and waved a hand dismissively. “That was over ten years ago, Alto! And besides, that was a new body—I didn’t have good hand-eye coordination yet.”

Clef scoffed. “Motherfucker, you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn!”

Clef was tempted to keep arguing with his delusional co-worker, but they had a job to do. With a begrudging sigh, he let it go.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered.

Without any countdown or fanfare, Clef kicked in the door, the loud bang echoing through the empty space. He slipped in first, shotgun raised, with Jack close behind. They quickly swept the room, checking for movement. Nothing.

After a moment of silence, both men holstered their weapons.

“What’s the backstory on this place?” Jack asked, eyeing the faded murals along the walls—cheerful cartoon mascots grinning down at them like they knew something.

“Didn’t you read the dossier?” Clef asked, already knowing the answer.

“Only the important bits.” Jack shrugged.

Clef sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re hopeless. As far as MTF reported, this is an abandoned toy factory. Though, for a place that just made toys, it’s pretty damn massive.”

Jack hummed in agreement but didn’t respond. Instead, he wandered over to the front desk, sifting through the stacks of old paperwork until something caught his eye.

“Hey, look what I found.” He held up a bright green VHS tape with a grin. “An antique—just like me!”

“What the fuck?” Clef snatched it from his hands. “Who still has VHS tapes and VHS player? It’s 2025.”

Jack shrugged. “They did say this place appeared suddenly—maybe it’s from a universe with a different timeline. Besides, it looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.”

Clef flipped the tape over, reading the simple label: “Leith Pierre – Closing.” The name didn’t ring any bells. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on a matching bright green VHS player, shoved into the corner like an afterthought. Above it, a massive CRT TV loomed over them, its thick screen coated in a fine layer of dust.

“Wow, that thing is huge,” Jack whistled. “I’m more surprised it’s still mounted up there. That has to weigh, what, a hundred pounds?”

Clef sighed. “You have no understanding of scale, do you?”

“Dude, CRTs were heavy as shit,” Jack shot back. “I would know—I had to help install some when the Foundation first started switching over. Then, after blowing my back out like twenty times, they finally had D-Class do it. I do not miss those days.”

He gestured at the wall-mounted behemoth above them. “That’s gotta be, what, a 32-inch? Depending on the brand, that thing easily weighs over a hundred pounds.” Jack paused, then waved a hand dismissively. “But—ya know what? You don’t care. Just put the damn tape in.”

Clef rolled his eyes but complied, wiping a layer of dust off the VHS player before sliding the tape in. With a low screech of static, the CRT TV flickered to life. The screen briefly filled with black and white fuzz before sharpening into a dark background, a yellow object sitting motionless in the center.

“What is that—” Jack started, only to be cut off.

A voice crackled through the speakers.

“Hi, my name is Leith Pierre, and I’m the Head of Innovation here at Playtime Co. Toy Factory,” the TV announced in a smooth but eerily rehearsed tone. “If you’re seeing this, then you’re trespassing.”

Jack and Clef exchanged a glance.

“Yeah, we play this little tape on loop whenever we close the factory for the day. So, trespasser, just to make you aware: While we pride ourselves primarily on our high-quality toys and excellent childcare… we also pride ourselves on our security.”

A chill crept into the room. Both men instinctively stiffened, their casual demeanor evaporating. Clef already had his shotgun back in his hands, while Jack’s fingers hovered uneasily over his holster.

“For example, this facility is full of hidden motion triggers which, once set off, will activate the factory’s emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities. And that’s one of the more tame aspects of our security system...”

The voice on the tape paused, as if letting the weight of those words settle.

“So, you’ve been warned. It’s not too late to turn around. I just hope you’re certain that whatever you’re doing is worth it.”

With a final click, the VCR spat out the tape, and the TV cut to static before going completely dark.

The room was silent.

Jack exhaled slowly. “Well… that wasn’t ominous at all.”

Clef didn’t bother responding. Instead, he quietly slipped into the next room, shotgun at the ready. He wouldn’t relax until the area was completely secured.

Jack watched him disappear, then sighed. His gaze drifted back to the blank CRT screen, feeling an odd pull—a compulsion to stare into the darkness.

For a split second…

He swore he saw a giant blue eye staring back.

Then, he blinked—and it was gone.

“Bright, wake the fuck up,” Clef snapped, startled the shit out of the immortal.

Jack jumped, nearly losing his footing. “Shit, dude, don’t scare me like that!” He shook his head, rubbing his temples. “I don’t like this. I’m getting flashbacks to the Forde Education incident.”

Clef gave him a blank stare. “The what?”

Jack opened his mouth, ready to tear Clef a new one, before pausing mid-thought.

“Oh. Wait. You weren’t there.” He frowned. “Shit, this needs context. Okay, look, do you know about SCP-2528?”

Clef raised an eyebrow, and dryly said, “Jack, not all of us have encyclopedic knowledge of every SCP designation number.”

“Listen here, you little shit,” Jack pointed at the other with a mock serious face.

Clef smacked the hand down and rolled his eyes, again, “Just fucking tell me, you're wasting daylight.”

Jack huffed but continued. “TLDR: SCP-2528 is split into three parts—2528-A, B, and C. The entire system acts as an organic computer. A is what we know as bamboo, but it acts as data storage, B are giant pandas and they act as processors, and C are the little beings from another universe that just hitch a ride with them.”

Clef stared at him for a moment.

“So, wait, there's aliens in our bamboo and giant pandas?”

“Honestly, I'm surprised you even understand that much,” Jack muttered.

Clef opened his mouth, no doubt about to say some stupid shit, but Jack cut him off before he could get a word in.

“Anyway. There’s another SCP—7528. Basically, it’s just 2528-C—the little alien people—but instead of bamboo and pandas, they jumped to TV and computer screens.”

Jack paused here for a moment, “The Forde Education incident was when they had a massive 7528 outbreak. 7528 has the unique ability to explode any person’s head that is in their line of sight. Almost everyone died, they had to send in Zeta-9 to destroy all the screens, so 7528 was neutralized.”

Clef blinked. “Oh. Well. I hope we don’t have to deal with anything like that.”

With that, he turned and headed toward the ‘Gift Shop’ without another word.

Jack hesitated, his eyes flicking back toward the CRT screen.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw the blue eye again—watching.

Then it was gone.

Not willing to stick around and find out, Jack shook off the unease and hurried after Clef. He decided to hold off on telling the other doctor, knowing how volatile Clef could be.

“What are we looking for?” Jack asked.

He absentmindedly poked at an empty box on one of the shelves, somewhat intrigued. For all his years on Earth—fighting demons, gods, and everything in between—Jack had never actually been inside a toy factory before. It was oddly novel.

“A code,” Clef replied, jerking his thumb back toward the lobby. “There’s a locked security door over there—four-digit color code.”

Jack took another glance around, his eyes assaulted by the factory’s bright, clashing colors. Blues, reds, yellows, and oranges were smeared across every wall, a chaotic assault on the senses. His gaze landed on something sitting atop the counter by the cash register.

A toy.

Or at least, what was left of one.

The head was completely separated from the rest of its body, chest concave from where it had been smashed in. Both its right arm and leg were ripped off, leaving a bloody mess across the counter. The black visor was cracked, staring off into nothing.

Jack groaned. “Ah, shit, don’t tell me this is gonna be like SCP-3325.”

Clef gave him a blank look. “The hell is that?”

Jack didn’t even hesitate. “Bunch of scientists were too busy asking if they could and not if they should—classic. They made these weird-ass mascot puppet things, kinda like Sesame Street, except nobody actually knows how they were made. The records just don’t exist. And then, one by one, the damn things started melting. We don’t know why. We don’t know what they’re made of. All we know is that they break down into some kind of organic sludge after a while. Last I checked, we’ve only got three of them left in containment.”

Clef snorted, shouldering his shotgun. “Great. So we’re either dealing with head-exploding aliens or self-destructing Muppets. Love that for us.”

Jack shot him finger guns. “The SCP Foundation: We really don’t get paid enough.”

“That’s an understatement,” Clef muttered.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair as his gaze swept the room. The place was a mess—shelves either empty or filled with dust-covered boxes, walls covered in garish splashes of color that felt more hostile than playful. If there was a clue somewhere, it wasn’t going to jump out and introduce itself.

Then something caught his eye.

A small train model, mounted near the ceiling, its plastic body suspended on a track that ran along the room’s perimeter. It was old, the colors faded, but still intact. More importantly, it had four train cars, each painted a different color.

Jack pointed up at it. “That whatcha lookin’ for?”

Clef followed his gaze, squinting at the train before breaking into a sharp grin. “Bingo.”

Green. Pink. Yellow. Red. Jack silently mouthed the colors to himself as they made their way across the lobby towards security. He let Clef handle the keypad, keeping his eyes on their surroundings. Just because nothing had jumped out yet didn’t mean something wasn’t watching.

Clef punched in the code, and the door unlocked with a soft click, sliding open far too smoothly for a place this old.

Inside, the security room was small and utilitarian—bare walls, a row of outdated monitors flickering weakly, and a handful of chairs. But Jack’s attention was immediately drawn to two things: yet another massive CRT television dominating the far wall and an enclosed glass case in the wall, housing something he didn’t recognize.

“What the fuck is with the massive-ass CRTs?” Jack muttered, eyeing the ancient screen like it had personally offended him.

“I really don’t get your obsession with them,” Clef responded, already distracted by the security monitors.

“They’re way too big!” Jack stressed, jabbing a finger at the monstrosity. The backend of the TV hung off the cart in a way that defied all known laws of physics. “It’s not natural, Clef! It’s wrong on a fundamental level.”

Clef gave him a flat look. “You literally work at the Foundation, and this is what breaks you?”

Jack opened and closed his mouth like a fish, scrambling for words to describe his unease. As much as he wanted to rant about the absurdity of the CRTs, he couldn’t bring himself to mention the unsettling hallucination—or whatever it was—he’d experienced earlier with the blue eye. Not when they still had no clue what they were walking into.

Could’ve been a memetic agent, though Jack was usually immune to those. Perks of keeping your consciousness separate from your body, he supposed.

Clef’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Another tape.”

[licrys2]

I'd like to talk a little about my experience with the Gods, that's been happening recently

I haven't posted anything lately, because I was very busy with moving from my hometown to the opposite part of the country (I live in Russia, so it's a long way and a lot of stress for me) Of course, while I was moving I've been constantly keeping Hermes on my mind, just to reassure myself. But as I was getting used to the new town and new apartment I didn't have many opportunities to pray to the gods or lighting candles... it almost felt like my bond with them was weakening, even though I know it's okay to take breaks sometimes and let myself rest and do the staff I need to do. I got a new job (I'm a librarian now!), new apartment, everything is new.

And finally, after two months, I felt like I have enough strength to get back into practice. I was extremely nervous, but I bought a new candle for Hermes, Apollo and Artemis (they share one candle with two candlewicks that are burning the different ways, and the burning is similar to the characters of the Gods! I was so fascinated when I saw that), and one for Hades (his candlewick is kinda weird, it doesn't want to burn the right way)

So! I started dedicating more devotional acts to the gods and making them offerings! And what I think is amazing is that the gods started to reply! One day I crocheted a sun for Apollo and asked him for protection and then for the next two day the sun was BURNING, it was really bright and warm, even though the weather was quite cold and moody before. It felt like he was telling me "It's okay, child, I'm here" 🥺☀

The second thing that happened was small, but is worth mentioning still. I bought a handmade turtle for Hermes, which I always wanted to do and that turtle was extremely cute. I didn't have much money, but I still did it just because I really wanted to make him a nice offering. And on the next day a found a coin of two rubles on the way to my job! I'm keeping a jar of coins on Hermes's altar, so I put it there, but still the fact that I've found it right after I made an offering couldn't feel less than a message from him. He's my favorite god, so I always keep him in mind and talk to him, and it's always so sweet to get something in return, hehe...

And last, but the most important thing to me. I made an offering to Lady Artemis on Mounichia, asking her to protect me from men, because I have that anxiety about getting into any sort of unpleasant relationships with them. Recently I had two men that were trying to get close with me, they didn't seem dangerous or anything, but I couldn't feel comfortable talking to them, it was kinda rubbing me the wrong way whenever we had conversations. And right after I asked Artemis to help, they stopped texting me, one of them even deleted our dialogue. I'm so grateful to Lady Artemis for that, really, that was such a big relief.

In conclusion, I want to say that I absolutely love the dieties and hope I will be able to bond with them more, I thank them for everything🫶✨

[nightshadefairy]

Honest question and you don't gotta answer but why do you post selfies or pics of yourself anymore :c You're so pretty and I remember you posting them all the time and Im curious about why you stopped if theres even a reason ;-;

thank you for the compliment 🥺 i really appreciate it. and i just haven't been able to bring myself to take pictures anymore 😞

after being harassed relentlessly, lied about, had people make fun of my appearance, sharing my page around, accusing me of heinous things, i just have so much fear every time i post anything.

when i post my edits or about games i play its not as bad. i'm really trying to just exist without being bothered. even talking about this right now in this post is making me so anxious. my hands are shaking and now my chest feels all tight😭

i don't feel comfortable posting anything personal anymore. everything i post is being watched by ppl who pick apart everything i do and say.

i truly am trying my best to be okay, to not let ppl who don't even know me mess with my head, but i just feel so defeated. ppl i've never even met have affected me in ways i could have never even imagined. every time my mom calls me by my childhood nickname i just want to break down and cry, and i have already when my anxiety and fear was at its worst. but now its mainly just sadness and feeling hopeless about myself.

i used to love taking pictures, and sharing my memories with ppl online, but i've been so depressed because of all this. i do what i need to do for my kids, but when i have time to myself i just isolate or distract myself with stuff like video games, art, or music.

i feel like i've lost myself, or rather had it taken from me. it sucks. it hurts. i don't feel comfortable posting about myself online anymore because it just fills me with fear and anxiety. when you have had to beg ppl for years to just leave you alone or constantly be compared to other ppl it just breaks you down little by little. i try so hard to treat ppl with kindness even when they don't deserve it and it gets me nowhere or i end up getting manipulated, or having my words twisted to use against me. i feel like im looking over my shoulder except they're nowhere near me.

i have 1 true friend i've made through all of this. and when i talk to her she helps me feel better about the hell i'm going through. so maybe one day i'll feel okay again, but right now, and for a long time now, i feel like im trapped in a dark hole. and every time i try to climb out i fall back down even deeper. im in therapy, i started taking so many new meds for bipolar, anxiety, depression, etc., ive had stays in the psych ward despite having a deep fear of hospitals. i just can't seem to stop feeling this way. its a mixture of fear and pain that i can't seem to put into words.

i'm sure it sounds dramatic or someone will tell me to just "get over it" but thats not how my brain works. (or doesn't work i should say.) i feel everything too deeply and even little things affect me so badly. and i've been going through this alone for so long that i just don't even know how to cope anymore.

my therapist thinks i am feeling a form of depersonalization mixed with anxiety. but honestly i can't even put it into words how low i feel most days. it feels like just being myself hurts now. 😞

[keitoz]

I'm back after 10+ years!

Okay so. It happened about a week ago that my UlquiHime hyperfixation reignited. YouTube decided to recommend me my old ABSOLUTE FAVORITE MADs/AMVs (Hueco Mundo Revolution, Kokoro-Heart, Destiny's People, etc) and I haven't been able to stop thinking about them 24/7 since then.

It REALLY doesn't help that recently there have been more breadcrumbs for us such (more like for Ulquiorra fans in general) such as the BBS Cyberpunk teaser, Bleach April Fool's 2024 High School Warfare, and his absolutely possible return in the Hell Arc if Kubo decides to continue it. I've read lots of theories and discussions on the topic even from a pessimistic angle, but with Kubo recently keeping Ulquiorra "alive" in AUs, possibly due to popularity/cash grab, it's hard to imagine he wouldn't take this opportunity to bring him back (as well as Gin). It would upset a minority (the people who want his death to remain impactful), but it would be reasonable.

The only route I can see Kubo taking that wouldn't bring Ulquiorra back is that since he's a natural-born Hollow with no human origin, his reiatsu scattered with his ashes across Hueco Mundo. However, if the "Captain reiatsu being too dense to be reabsorbed" rule applied in HM as well, it would make sense that Espada who died there would also go to Hell. Not sure if they need a ritual for that as well though but considering Kubo only mentioned it for the first time in the Hell chapter, I wouldn't be surprised if he made one up for Arrancar in the future.

The theory that Ulquiorra is in Hell sits better with me rather than him reincarnating as a human or in SS if at all. Even if Kubo took the "Ichigo's Hollow is his Zanpakuto, therefore Ulquiorra was purified" route sounds too much of a stretch even for Kubo.

Now if Ulquiorra IS in Hell, I don't think he meets the same requirements as Szayel to be jailed as he was never human nor did he commit (many?) crimes as a Hollow.

I want to see his Hell version!! 🥺🥺 Any fanart of this?

Anyway, I'm open for discussion!

[samuelroukin]

hi! not here in favor of you making Actual Books (i don't even read any of the newly published books anymore for reasons and reasons and reasons), just complimenting your work in general

i dont really care for cod at all but i really enjoy how you write the characters!! and tbh the only reason i watched some playthroughs of the games was so i could understand your work better. sure, fandom is the main reason people click in, but it's definitely not why they're staying. and it's not why people are writing paragraphs of praise to your stubborn ass even though you work so hard to never listen to any of it 💖

also id be enchanted to hear more about your ocs on future works or even here on tumblr!! you're great at creating made up people that actually feel real. they're pretty round (funnily enough that is the actual technical term), even when you don't tell us a lot about them

also 👀👀 say you have original stuff in mind?????? i would love love love love love to know more about that!! you're getting pretty darn good at worldbuilding and ambiance. better with each update now that you're trying out this AU thing. it would be infinitely interesting to see what you come up with when working with your own stuff only

anyway what i mean is. even though I don't quite believe in Published Books on this day and age, please know that your writing is definitely good enough for the editorial market (even more so now that those dark romance things are going mainstream and a lot of them read like the stuff 12yos post on wattpad. what tf is the deal with that? but I digress. out of those circles your work is still definitely good enough) it's legit like Good Work, even if the tiny mean bully whispering in your ear disagrees. it's good realism. good introspection. good porn and also good narrative and great junction of those. it's lovely seeing how far you've come in so little time and we're excited to see you reach new heights in the future (because you will, with absolute certainty, unless you stop. but i don't think you could really stop yourself at this point lmao)

and please know that achieving that level of quality with no help or instruction or training in so little time is a grand fucking accomplishment

point is: Who Care? We Care (even if we're not an enormous audience)(...yet?). and not just because it's cod

it's def a nice compliment to get thank u 🙏💖

and so is you reading my stuff without caring much for cod! though i wouldn't be able to write this much about them without (clearly) being completely insane about Them and the basis the games laid (haha laid) because without them i'd be nowhere at all, these characters are so. well they clearly took over my brain lol, though i worry a Lot about them being ooc when i write them 💀

i actually feel like my guys are so barebones and one dimensional rip, which is fine since i mostly created them as little more than a joke and they're just being used as set dressing, so that means a lot 🙏

my Main story is this sprawling urban fantasy thing, which if i ever did write it would need serious adjustments since it's. old and not aged very well. the gist of it was the main character (30 year old barista) has Visions, cue road trip with his bestie (ex bf from high school that he reconnected with years later) to figure out The Deal after they suddenly get much worse. it's about that on the surface, and below about dealing with missed chances and not living up to ur potential. it sounds stupid but i've been Thinking about it since i was like 14 so cringe is to be expected lol

lsklhkjhffghst yeah no offense to them but despite this fic being what it i i wouldn't really want to fall into that category even if that sound like i think i'm better than them (i'm not it's just not my thing. or i guess it is and i just have a superiority complex. anyway) um thank you once again 🥺i def feel like i haven't improved a lot but you're dead on about not being able to stop myself anyway lmao

idk why you're being this nice to me but 💖💖💖

[the-s1lly-corner]

Uhm, would I be able to request Kinger with a (male preferably) reader who finds most bugs creepy/unsettling, but still tries to help him with his collection (finding new bugs, taking care of them when he's away, etc.)? Maybe they also doodle little bugs for him? 🥺👉👈

Idk feel free to ignore this haha!!

Anyway,, take care of yourself (eat smth, drink some water, maybe take a nap) and have a lovely day/night <3

Kinger x reader who doesnt like bugs!

Grrrgrr I might not draw today, actually, I'm feeling rather tired <\3 which sucks because I've only been awake for like 3 hours and I haven't gotten anything done yet

Oh hes so so so crushed when he finds out you dont share the same level of passion as him; and in fact, that you hold the opposite..!

He won't push or pressure you into sharing his interest, though...

Its actually a little sad seeing him start rambling about insects then stopping midway with a soft dismissal

I think that's what would be the kicker for you to try to conquer your fear

He appreciates your efforts, a lot actually! But he does make it clear that he doesnt want you doing something that will make you uncomfortable! Your mental health is important.. especially in a place like the digital circus

Well, its important regardless but

You know

Tries to identify the bugs in the drawings you give him! Like unless it's just a generic unidentifiable bug (think like, the kind of bugs we draw as kids. Oval body circle head with sticks for legs) then he'd just come up with a new species on the fly (actually this becomes a fun game between the two of you, making up your own critters)

Keeps every single drawing you've made for him, doesnt matter how many you give him or how old they get hes going to cherish them all

Doesnt offer to have you go on bug hunting stuff with him unless you ask (because again! He doesnt want to push you too hard to accept bugs!)

[salaapaoo]

PECULIAR QUESTION

Have you ever read any soulmate fics that have their deepest, darkest thoughts about themselves written on their soulmate's body? And when they finally begin to think differently the writing turns gold?

What do you think Cale's soulmate would have?(I know my boi is traumatized as f u c k-)

Maybe you could make it found family somehow where the thoughts are split up between people and they haven't figured out which set of writing belongs to Cale-

but I really want to know what everyone else would think- like, there would probably be some horrifying crap there.

(would a majority of the writing on Cale be golden already-? [Like obviously not ALL of it but still-])

Sorry, I rambled a bit there 😅

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SO HARD !!! I DIDN'T FORGET THIS!!

my brain is kinda fried after finishing my finals, but!! I feel like Cale's would end up being smth kinda vague like "it should have been me." Orrrr smth about not deserving everything ??

Like yes... It's p straight forward, but imagine how they'd feel after learning about his past?? IF he opens up??

But also... Imagine the soulmate thing kinda doubles as healing..? If that makes sense? Just think about it... If one person believes something about themselves, but their soulmate is the only person who is able to help them heal themselves??

Nono!!! Keep going !!! I honestly haven't thought too much about the word soulmate aus 🤔 I had a moment where I was obsessed w like found family, and each person unlocking a colour for him (each person bringing a new colour into his world) or red string of fate (I had smth abt ws X Cale but tragedy??)

So ... I am , THIBKING SO HARD!!!

just ?? Imagine the kids?? Them having something seemingly simple like "I'm too weak" or smth about being "unwanted freaks" and then comes Cale...

Who gives them as much love as they need, patiently listening to them and letting them be kids.. ugh!!! Just?? They feel so safe with him and he helps quiet these negative thoughts so easily?

To others it might be obvious, but to them these "small" problems are massive boulders in their way... And the way Cale reassures them... It's so natural. No hesitation. Ugh I love them .

Just imagine if they appear w a searing pain? Or maybe for Cale, it feels the same as papercuts... Imagine the guilt he feels when his thoughts show up on the people he cares about... And it's just a cycle of self loathing.. where he thinks they would have been better off without him and then it shows up-

Uughgh... Just picturing him hating himself for the pain he brought to the kids because of his thoughts ...

NGL I read this wrong the first time BC I am, usually sleep deprived but like I thought it was like a lie. Like imagine someone having "living is best" show up on them but it's because Cale repeated it so much it became like a curse? He lived by those words because if he didn't then he wouldn't be able to keep going maybe?

Idk if I'm making sense anymore fjdkkfdkg

"I should have died" seems .. very likely for my brain

But if it's smth where it turns gold when they stop believing it... Imagine them all telling him he was meant to live and he just smiles and nods .. and it stays??

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As for recommendations 🤔🤔 there was this one fic that was ogchch, soul mark au, forced cohabitation and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! I think I'm gonna go back and read it again

Come back anon 🥺🥺🥺 open Ur brain up n feed me Ur thoughts 🙏💖 I hope you enjoy this a bit 👉👈

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi, Kiko! I have two questions for you- 1.) I saw you mention that while you love how much Rinko has resonated with people, there's a big part of you that doesn't really want to share her- does that mean you would prefer if we didn't use her as a cosplay option when at conventions? I don't want to overstep by pulling that cosplay out if it makes you uncomfortable. 2.) Do you have advice for writing? In college, I studied English creative writing alongside psych and neuroscience and I used to write all the time. However, since starting grad school, I haven't been able to make as much time for it, but with life this year, I know it would be a great outlet. I have a fanfic idea that I want to execute, but I have never been able to finish a story and developing a schedule or a timeline for both the story and to write it is daunting. Any tips from a badass writer?? Much love to you, Kiko! I hope you're taking care and taking it easy on this Monday <3

Hi Rai!!

1) I am perfectly fine with you cosplaying! I love it!! When I said I don't want to share her, it's mainly the selfish part of me that doesn't want to share her with other writers. But they do say that imitation is the highest form of flattery, so if people want to write about Rinko, I would be honored because it's so cool that a character I created is getting that much love 🥺 I loved your cosplay, so please don't stop doing that if you want to cosplay her!!!!

Okay, for your second question, I RANTED so it's below the cut 🙃

2) The best advice I have is to write for you. If nothing else, just write for you. Write as if no one else will ever see it to begin with. It provides a level of freedom like no other.

Write when you have the time. If you're able, and you want to, set time aside each day to write anything. Don't force yourself to write something just to meet someone else's expectations. That's something that's helped me with what I've been writing lately, follow the inspiration fairies, but don't force them. Find what suits you, too. I use a variety of things. I use google docs, and I use a notebook. I like physically writing things, sometimes to help get the creative juices flowing.

I've found that chasing the rabbits, even briefly, can help unblock other things. I'd been at a wall for Physical Paradox lately, but after spending a day or so on Gokudō, I was finally able to crank a bit out for Physical Paradox last night! So, just write. Write what you want to write. Whatever you feel like writing! Not all ideas have to be what you go with in the end, but it helps to just get it out to make room for other ideas.

As for the timeline? I kinda fly by the seat of my pants for most of it 😂😂 For Another Level, it was a bit easier because there was a clear 'end' to get to: canon lol. I will say that even though I had that, where we ended up was so different from how I originally intended it. But having that little end goal in sight helped me keep going. Without it, I think I would have ended up losing sight along the way. So, I would recommend having a rough timeline. But even that can develop as you go! Have a rough ending figured out, but remember that you can deviate if the story ends up going that direction!

Fun fact: Another Level is actually only the second story I've ever finished 🙃

I'm hoping to add Physical Paradox to that someday as well, though 😊

Thank you for your questions and hopefully this made sense!! 😅