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[homunculus-argument]

yeah golden retreiver boyfriends are great and I've met several personally, but personally I have a house cat boyfriend

extremely affectionate despite of seeming aloof and politely distant to unfamiliar people

my friends have seen him irl less than 5 times in the five years I've had him - if I invited people over he would hide under furniture until they're gone

haha you got up from your work desk, time for unskippable 35 minutes of kisses and cuddles

can and will throw up out of sheer anxiety because Things And Events Are Happening that do not even involve him in any way

can instinctively sense exactly when I am going to decide I'm done bedrotting and will climb on top of me to cuddle exactly 3 minutes before I was just about to get up

can be placed sideways on any soft surface at any time of the day and immediately takes a five hour nap

cannot eat or drink in unfamilair places. can and will go 16 hours without food or water if the situation is uncomfy.

unhelpful but valiant efforts to try to protect and rescue you from things and situations that he would personally hate being in, out of not understanding of Why Are You In There Voluntarily

will come show me incomprehensible memes the same way a cat will bring you a random bug. thank you. I do not understand it but I know you brought it to me because you love me.

[kierancampire]

Reblogging a clean version to add

This is what I am going through currently. Because I don't look severely disabled and can manage daily living unaided, people think I'm completely fine and can work. When people find out I go to the gym for like an hour each day, they once again act like this means I can work 8 hours a day, 5-7 days a week, no issue

Like my doctor does it, the DWP which makes my life hell trying to get benefits, family, friends, strangers. Everyone, everyone does it. But I don't feel this should be a hard concept to get across. Yes I can manage the gym 1 hour each day, yes I can wash my dishes, change my bedding, hoover my apartment, and carry shopping back from a 10-15 minute walk. I can do those things, yes. But that doesn't mean I can work, or function when performing a job. Fucking surprisingly, doing something for an hour and 15 minutes, that I choose to do, in a way I can manage, and I stop at my limits. Doesn't correlate to me being able to do something for 8 hours every day, with no choice on the way I can do it, and with no options on when I can't do it and the breaks I get while doing it. Those are completely separate. It's like if I held you underwater for 9 hours and my excuse for not murdering you was "Well I saw him take a shower, so I assumed clearly he must be able to hold his breath for 9 hours underwater"

The thing is, I struggle with doing what I do many times, many times I take it easier for 1-3 days afterwards, I'm in pain, I struggle with usual daily living. That's just from the gym and trying to manage normal daily living. And again, this is when I can set my limits, set my hours, set my schedule, take breaks, and at most do something for 2 hours. So again, because I can mostly do this, that doesn't mean I can work 8 hours a week, 5-7 days a week, with someone else setting my workload, hours, schedule, and I can't just take breaks or miss days when my health starts fucking up. They're just not the same thing. But it's wild, frustrating, and depressing how many people treat them as not mutually exclusive

Kinda wild how most people generally recognize that the "too sick to go to school, too sick to watch tv/play games" mindset our parents had was bullshit but still impose essentially the exact same rules on disabled adults and scrutinize them for enjoying low-energy hobbies while being too fatigued or in pain to work a full time job (or any job at all)

[iceclew]

BACK TO ART Y'ALL!

(after ....an awful lot of screaming these last days.. ... hey I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe it's the spring vibes finally kicking in or smth..)

Anyway here's the concept art for Hans and Henry - Witcher AU

'Cause I can not enjoy ANY franchise, ANY game, ANY-FUCKING-THING without witcherizing it. For t'is the law here.

Go down to my overly detailed description and non-text versions for AU Hans and AU Henry here. I have my brainworms and i'll spill them out on you, if you don't step aside, so beware.

Also this time I'm not going for a mix, I'm going full Witcher universe here.

Let me tell you there is a LOT of Hansry in the making for canon and Witcher AU right now.. I just need to find a way to finish it, for I am cursed to be stuck at WIPs so far as it seems. BUT I WILL DO MY BEST !!! FOR WE NEED THE HANSRY, DON'T WE?!

YES WE DO!!

So I've read the witcher books, played game 3, and looked up several things on fandom-wikis. If anything's not entirely witcher canon here, my bad. I tried my best ok? Also I took some liberty and smushed timelines and stuff to fit the scene here.

Capon is my fucking dress up doll. I am sorry I could not not. He is so FUCKING Dandelion coded.. PLUS I had so many cool outfit ideas and well...LOOK AT HIM HE JUST EATS, OK? I feel like he could be stuffed in a human-sized sock and still would look great in it... I don't get it either.. the tailors just love him.

have a song recommendation for Hans :3

Hans Capon (House of Leipa) The House of Leipa is a family line of famous military leaders at the nation of Kaedwen. (listen, there is a canon Fort Leida in the witcher universe, how could you blame me for jumping on that?) For generations they reigned over Fort Leipa and the surrounding region in Kaedwen. It was about 19 years ago when the Scoia'tael invaded the fortress and killed almost all members of the major family branch, including Hans' parents. Hans himself survived due to a servant's quick thinking. He was hidden in the servant's quarters in a bedroom's chest. The Scoia'tael focussed on looting the royal belongings. So he was not found until his relatives reconquered the fortress hours later. Hans has no memory of said day since he was still an infant, but suffers from claustrophobia now.

'The Slaughter of Leipa' contributed severly to the following pogrom in Ard Carraigh (Kaedwens capital), causing the deaths of over 400 nonhumans. Hans is not entirely against nonhuman races but has his personal, unprocessed issues with them....

Back in the present (20y/o) his situation is very similar to canon Hans, with Hanush currently being his guardian as long as he's not old enough to reign. He differs a lot from Hanush's imagination of a proper heir of their family tree and arguments are on a daily bases. For political representation Hans gets to travel and stay at the free city of Novigrad for a while. While he loves his home region in Kaedwen, he immediately falls in love with the urban vibes, and modern culture of the city (and of course the freedom of being away from Hanush's monitoring for once). For a few months he's spending a fair amount of coin on every tailor, tavern, brothel and bathhouse in the city.

By now the owners of said etablishements have made appropriate arrangements with every bandit's guilt around, for his regular visits are more profitable to all of them, than robbing him once.

There might have been one or two kidnappings with ransom involved nonetheless, which had Hanush consider hiring a bodyguard for his ward after all...If only just to mend his headache from time to time a bit.

This is were a certain offer from an old friend, plus a witcher's apprentice appears seemingly just at the right time...

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Henry's design and my idea of his witcher character made me painfully aware of just how similar those two universes actually are. I mean - not necessary a bad thing, but it might take the charm out of it a bit. So I tried to add a little twist to Henry here. Let's see how we're doing.

Have a song recommedation for Henry :3

Henry, child of the fate Henry is born a blacksmith's son and lived a slow life in a small village around Kaedwen's hillside. There would be times he would even go as far as to call it straight out boring, but he's not one to complain about stuff like that.

Since his father Martin taught him from young age, Henry practically grew up with swords, especially the kind made of finest silver ore, used to slay monsters. His father's outstanding works, famous in all the northern nations, attracted many witchers from far and wide. Of course the nearby 'School of the Wolf' at Kaer Morhen was a popular and recurring customer at their forge as well.

All peace and quiet ended the day his village was raided by bandits and his parents were murdered. Henry found himself seeking refuge, first at Kaer Morhen, then at Fort Leipa, with a handful of other citizens. At the witchers fortress he recognized one or two faces from back at the forge, but there was one particularly standing out.

Radzig Kobyla, a reknown witcher in all around the region seemed to have special interest in Henry and even offered some first combat training in sword-fighting. With time Henry finds the truth about is bonds with Radzig...

Before he was born Radzig saved Martin from a mountain troll. Half joking, half serious Martin remembered old witcher's tradition of the Law of Suprise - 'for what you find at home, yet did not expect' and offered it. Radzig actually refused the offer, for he was not necessarily fond of said tradition.

It was only a month later that they found out about the pregnancy... While awaiting a child Martin was devastated about his promise. He was not sure if it was to be fulfilled or not. After Henry was born Radzig still refused to ever take the child, arguing he never agreed to any contract like this. But fate finds his way nonetheless and with Henry basically finding him and being robbed his family, friends and home, Radzig finally gives in and offers to train him to become a witcher.

Of course things are way more complicated by now, since Henry is not suitable for a proper 'Trial of the grasses' anymore. He never gained the full immunity and powers of a proper witcher, but with Kaer Morhen's knowledge, plus consultation of several sorcerer Radzig's find a way for Henry to undergo a lighter and also much slower variation of the original changing procedure.

Although the risk of said changing progress is the same, if not higher. Errors or negative effects can only be seen and be treated much later after they have already settled in. The sorceress Katharina of Ard Carraigh was outraged when she heard about Radzig's little experiment, but offered her help with the effects nonetheless. With her help Henry was able to adapt existing witcher potions to handle his new powers and skills easier, and - much more important - to keep them at bay, when they threaten to take over his sanity.

While trying to tackle his new life and witcher training, Henry is also confronted with his first 'witcher' contract (well whatever Radzig found fitting for a half-baked witcher, without much fighting experience, nor complete control over his powers, that is.) Their host at Fort Leipa seemed to have a promising task as bodyguard at hand, and since Radzig had taken a lot of contracts from the house of Leipa in past times, it would not hurt giving it a try. Henry would only have to take care of the spoiled Leipa's offspring for a while. Nothing too much of a task right? Right.

At least until said offspring runs off and jumps into sheets with an Alp and seems to be in need of a witcher now after all, .....

But that's a story for another time...

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*visible exhaustion but I made it*

that's it for now guys.. I ..clearly overdid myself in the description right there, I just know it.

Also - sorry for my spelling , I hate rereading stuff, and tend to miss weird errors...

Hope you liked it, I don't really call myself a good writer, I just want to get out my ideas here. :)

[millie-multifics]

Miles to Go

Jack Abbot x f!Attending!Reader

The nurses sense a shift between you and Jack, despite the distance between trauma one and triage.

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of violence and injuries, panic attack present, description of infection, slight thirsting.

Word Count: ~1k

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x x x

Hour Two: Triage

5:00am

Your nose had been burning for an hour, your time away from the harsh aseptic smell had desensitized your healed nostrils. It made you miss the sandalwood scent of the aromatherapy candles Jack had insisted would aid your recovery. The new rubbery soles of your shoes squeaked against the tile as you approached the nurse’s station. Glancing at the screen, you searched for any empty beds.

“Look who it is.”

“I am not talking to you.” You glanced at Bridget, folding your arms to make yourself as menacing as possible. You could hear the other nurses snicker before you caved and tore your eyes away from the board. “Did you really have to share with Jack whatever it was that you heard on the phone?”

She hummed with amusement, unable to hide the mischievous glint from her eye. “Did it stir something up?”

The phone at the desk rang before you could reply, saving you from accidentally revealing the next piece of hot gossip for any eavesdropping nurse to spread.

“Incoming pedestrian vs. vehicle; eta 4 minutes.” Bridget directed over your head, to the male attending you had not realized was standing a few feet behind you.

Abbot inspects you again, noting the small sniffles you were attempting to hide and the shifting to maintain weight off your left leg. “You are supposed to be in triage.”

“There are 13 patients currently waiting to be triaged, 8 waiting on labs or scans, 6 with results back awaiting a bed and I treated and discharged 4 with minor ailments or wound care.” You sipped the remainder of your coffee to hide your satisfied smirk. “I came back here because I have a patient with an infected tattoo It looks as though it has surpassed oral antibiotics, might even be the start of sepsis but I’m still waiting on their labs to come back. Came to see if there is a bed available.”

“Central 3 just opened up.” He nodded to the empty bed across the room. “You know it wouldn’t kill you to sit in a chair while taking vitals, if your leg is sore.”

“It’s not,” You scoffed, “I am fine.”

He held his hands up in surrender before rushing off to prepare for the incoming trauma.

“Alright Mr. Driscoll, what brings you in this morning?” Despite your best attempt, you could not help but to stand at the edge of the room, surveying the patient and assessing risk factors from afar. You had caught yourself doing this for every patient you had seen since the beginning of your shift.

“Chest pains, woke me from my sleep.”

“Any family history of heart disease?”

“Not that I’m aware.”

You offered him a thermometer, waiting a few seconds before registering the temperature; 98 degrees. A perfectly normal temperature meaning his symptoms were unlikely caused by an illness.

“Eat any high fat foods lately?”

He shifted in his chair, his quickly growing agitation becoming apparent. “What does that have to do with chest pains?”

“Severe heartburn or gallstones can present as chest pain.” You explained, quickly wrapping up the preliminary examination as you began to feel uncomfortable under the mans heavy stare. “Okay Mr. Driscoll, I’ll be sending orders for an EKG to measure your heart rate, as well as a chest x-ray and blood tests to get a closer look.”

Your palm slammed against the restroom door, uncaring of your harshness when your breath caught in your chest. Sweat coated your neck and forehead, sticky and cool. The weight of the mans stare had been too familiar, full of confrontation and predation. Your body felt as if it were floating, your vision blurring as you gripped desperately to the counter. Suddenly, you were on the floor, pain radiating throughout your body. The red of your blood contrasting the white tiles as your ears rung. You could vaguely hear shouting, though it sounded like you were underwater. You tried to move, attempting to lift your body off the polished floor as you sobbed in pain.

Jack had spotted you darting through the emergency room, head tucked into your chest as you avoided colliding with the patients and nurses milling about. He watched as you slammed open the restroom door, brows wrinkling in concern as he noted that you had disappeared into the men’s restroom. His feet were moving before he could think, merely a foot away from the restroom door when he heard it…

“Dr. Abbot, code in trauma one.”

You coughed, trying to gulp air into your lungs. Your legs felt heavy as you realized you were not crumbled on the floor but standing, no injuries and no blood. As you caught your breath, your vision cleared. Facing your own tearful eyes in the mirror, you suddenly missed Jack’s steady stare.

It had not been intentional, to ever feel this way about a colleague. You had thought to yourself that the attending was quite handsome upon first glance; noting the subtle curl in the tips of his salt and pepper hair, the playfulness hidden behind his serious exterior and maybe you did have to correct yourself a few times after admiring the way his scrubs hugged his biceps but that crush had been crushed after your first year, or so you thought.

Until you were stuck in a hospital bed, confused, in pain and frightened. Jack had come in on his day off to make sure you were okay; he sat next to your bed until you had fallen asleep then helped you get home once you were released. You had not expected him to stay, to make you dinner and tuck you into bed. Nor come back the very next morning to stock your refrigerator.

Two weeks in when you finally admitted that the physical pain was not what had been keeping you up at night, he arrived with aromatherapy candles and an air mattress- merely stating that there was no way he would be sleeping on your lumpy couch.

He slowly helped you heal without making you feel like a patient or a project, simply cared for and safe.

x x x

Tags: @nosebeers @eugene-emt-roe

[meganwritesfanfics]

How to Save a Life (Dr Jack Abbott x Reader) Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 1790

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against women, gun violence, suicide.

“Do you both think I’m an absolute idiot?” Driscoll sneered. “I know you two are either married or related. And by the way he keeps looking at you, I’m going to say married. It was a nice touch with the fake name. But you forget. I have been here for fucking hours! I was getting checked in when you came out into the lobby and people called you Doctor Abbott. I just wanted to see how you both thought this was going to play out.” He sneered and Jack’s jaw clenched. 

“We are helping you, you are getting the help you think you are so entitled too, now can you let her go. She needs medical attention.” 

“Well she can wait, just like I fucking had to.” 

Jack was seething when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He turned to see Dana standing standing there with a piece of paper held up to the window. 

“I have Mr. Driscoll's test results.” She said. “He’s clear to go. Looks like it was nothing but some severe heartburn.” 

“Is that true?” Driscoll asked. “Mr big shot senior attending read those results, and tell me she’s not lying.”  

Jack carefully opened the door grabbing the piece of paper from Dana, and he watched as she looked at Y/N, her eyes full of concern. 

“Yep looks like it’s correct. Just a case of some severe heartburn, which can be treated by over the counter medication or tums.” Jack snapped. 

“You are telling me I have been here for hours just to find out it’s fucking heartburn.” Driscoll screamed as squeezed Y/N neck tighter causing her to whimper. 

“Would you rather you had a heart attack and died.”

Driscoll sighed. “Well take these stupid fucking things off me. I want to get the fuck out of this hell hole.” He shoved Y/N and she slowly started to peel the nodes off. 

“Was this all worth it,” Jack said helping Y/N. “Taking someone hostage just to find out you have fucking heartburn.” 

“Jack, stop.” Y/N snapped. 

“Yeah listen to your fucking wife Jack, it’s not smart to antagonize the man holding a gun to your pretty wifes head.” 

“Mr Driscoll, you are free to go.” Y/N said. 

“You see, you are a lot more level headed than your husband. A lot more agreeable.” 

“Don’t think that I am not seething inside you piece of shit.” She spat as he stood up and wrapped his arm around her chest again roughly. 

“Oh you are feisty. I like that.” He whispered in her ear causing her to flinch a look of disgust on her face. 

“You got what you wanted now let her go.” Jack snapped. 

“No, not yet. Not until I am out of here with no issues. She’s my insurance.” Driscoll said yanking her out of the room with her with him, Jack following behind. 

“Mr Driscoll, this has gone on long enough.” Robby snapped his eyes locked on Y/N’s injury. “Dr. Abbott is injuried, and I must insist that you hand her over.” 

“You are in no position of authority to tell me what to do. She is coming with me to make sure that I am not going to be bothered by anyone else.” 

Jack shook his head, as his breathing started to get more shallow as the panic and anxiety was becoming overwelming. His gut was telling him this wasn’t going to end well. And he knew, if he didn’t come up with a plan and come up with one soon, he was going to lose Y/N. 

It felt like time stopped as Jack’s thoughts went back to their wedding. 

He could feel his hands starting to shake as he stood at the make shift alter. Their wedding was being held at a botanical garden. He was standing under a gazebo that was surrounded by tulips. It was a small wedding. The only people there was Dana and Robby. And their dog Cooper of course. 

“How you holding up?” Robby whispered as he stood next to him. Jack was wearing his military uniform and Robby was standing next to him wearing a classic black tuxedos with a red tulip boutonnier. 

“I’m trying to convince myself I’m not going to cry when I see her.” Jack said straightening his tie. 

“God you are so whipped.” Robby teased. 

“She’s my whole world Micheal. I’m so excited that I get to spend the rest of my life with her.”  

Suddenly the sound of the the acoustic version of Shelter by The Talbott Brothers started playing, and Jack felt his stomach tighten with anticipation as he turned to see Y/N come down the aisle. His heart felt like it was going to explode when he saw her. She was wearing an off the shoulder dress with lace flower details and a flowing skirt. She wanted something that had a very boho vibe to it and her hair was down and curled lightly. Jack’s favorite way she ever wore her hair. Around her neck, she wore Jack’s dogtags along with the infinity knot necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary of them dating. On her finger she wore her moss agate engagement ring. 

Jack cleared his throat fighting back tears as he watched Dana walk arm and arm with Y/N. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled as she she reached him her hand quickly finding it’s rightful place within his. 

“Hi,” He said his voice cracking. 

“Oh Jack, you said you weren’t going to cry, you are going to make me cry.” Y/N laughed reaching out and wiping away the tear that fell down his cheek. 

“You look so beautiful.” He smiled. 

“Thank you,” She beamed. 

The ceremony was short and sweet but he couldn’t ask for a more perfect day. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant said and Jack didn’t wait a moment to pull his new bride into his arms and pull her into a long kiss. 

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered. 

“I love you too Jack, so much.” 

They had decided to keep their ceremony small, but the reception was where the party was going to be. That was where the entire staff of the Pitt were waiting for them and where the alcohol and fun would really be flowing. 

Jack and Y/N had also decided that they wanted to be less traditional when it came to their first dance. Instead they waited until the end of the evening when the celebration was wrapping up. 

“How are you doing this fine evening Dr. Abbott?” Y/N smiled as they danced together to their song Wondeful Tonight by Eric Clapton.

“I am beyond happy, what are about you Dr. Abbott?” Jack loved the sound of calling Y/N Dr. Abbott. 

“Incandescently happy. Today could not have been more perfect.” 

“Y/N,” Jack said his emotions taking over. “Every day with you is going to be perfect. I know I don’t deserve you but thank you so much for choosing me.” 

“Jack Abbott you self deprecating little asshole,” Y/N teased. “You deserve the absolute world and I hope that I can provide you as much happiness as possible. I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to see our future together.” 

He pulled her in for a long kiss again as they swayed together holding each other tightly. 

He could feel his eyes filling up with tears, he wouldn’t lose her. 

“There is an entire squad of police waiting outside for you.” He blurted out and Robby and Dana turned to look at him horrified. 

“What!” Driscoll snapped. “I told you no police or I would kill her!” 

“Did you actual believe that we wouldn’t call the police. You shut down an entire Emergency Department. You can’t seriously think that the police weren’t going to get involved.” He snapped as he inched forward making sure to keep his hands up and visible. “But I will get you out of here, without the police ever seeing you. Under the condition that you let Y/N go.” 

“You would switch places with her?”

“I would die for her if I have to.” 

“Jack,” Y/N let out a cry. She was exhausted emotionally and physically, her head was ringing from the injury and her mind was spinning from everything that was happening. 

“I have an alternative plan.” Driscoll said. “I keep Y/N here with me, insuring that the police don’t kill me. And she stays with me until I can get someone and get hidden. Or maybe I’ll just keep her.” He sneered and Jack felt like he was going to vomit. 

“Don’t you get it, you piece of shit. I’m not letting you take her anywhere.” Jack snapped his eyes darkening. “You either take me up on my offer, or I put you in a body bag.” 

“You are going to threaten me right now. Are you stupid?” 

“I was an army doctor. And I work night shift in the ER. I don’t crack under pressure. I’m meticulous and I have incredible patience. How are you going to feel in 2 hours let’s say, when you are hungry, thirsty, or have to take a piss. You think you are going to be thinking clearly. Not a chance. And that’s when I will best you. And I’ll claim it was self-defense.” 

The room went deathly quiet. The look on Jack’s face was absolutely terrified. Y/N had never seen him look so angry. He looked like a whole different person. 

Y/N could feel Driscoll grip on her start to relax, as his hands started to shake. The reality of the whole situation finally hitting him. Y/N took her chance and pushed herself away from Driscoll lunging for Jack. 

Everything seemed to slow, and Jack watched Y/N push away from Driscoll and he quickly reached his arms out to her ready to grab her up and pull her into himself protectively. But he could see Driscoll turn the gun and point it at Y/N’s back. Suddenly a gunshot went off and Y/N’s back arced as she fell into Jack’s arms. 

“No, no!” Jack screamed as he could feel the warm blood on his arms. “Y/N!” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Y/N kept repeating her eyes filling with fear as she stared up at her husbands face. She just kept repeating it as blood filled her mouth. 

“I didn’t… oh shit I…” Driscoll panicked as he watched the police start to rush in. “I’m sorry.” He said as he turned the gun on himself and fired. 

Here are the links to what I think the reader's wedding dress, and ring would look like.

tag list: @rosewritesitout, @brnesblogposts @emma8895eb

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Number, Flower, and Tarot Symbolism: CXS and LG

The first thing I wanted to look into when I saw this frame from the 3, 2, 1 pv was the numbers they were under. There's something unusual about this clock: it's both upside down and reversed.

This leaves Cheng Xiaoshi under the numeral "I", which is one. The number one has some obvious symbolism that is fairly consistent between Chinese and Western number symbolism: new beginnings, courage, action, energy and goals. It's neither a lucky or unlucky number, as it represents the start of something, but as the one stands alone, it can also represent loneliness.

Lu Guang, meanwhile, sits under "XI" which is eleven. Eleven doesn't seem to have a particular meaning in Chinese number symbolism (at least as far as I am aware), but reducing the number to a single digit leaves you with the number two, which is pretty universally about partnership, cooperation, and connection. While one is about physical action, two is more internal. It's associated with the moon as opposed to the sun, the yin to one's yang. In Western numerology, the eleven is considered a special number because it repeats the one twice, and can be seen as something of a guide, being tied to intuition, visions, and destiny. Asides from number symbolism, the positioning also makes me think of the phrase "eleventh hour", which refers to taking action at the very last moment, right before it is too late. Very reminiscent of a "last chance", to me.

Importantly, this positions Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang at the beginning and end, respectively, which does align with Cheng Xiaoshi diving to the past and Lu Guang having knowledge of the future. It also connects with their flowers that make an appearance in this same pv:

Cheng Xiaoshi's daisies are similarly associated with new beginnings, as well as purity, innocence, friendship and hope. Lu Guang's forget-me-nots represent a request or a promise never to forget someone, as well as memory and faithfulness. Beginning and end.

The only reason I bring up tarot now is because the chibi shorts, Daily Life in Lighttime, actually does feature Qiao Ling having knowledge of tarot, with her getting both the boys to participate, and also because the meanings do align interestingly.

Note that one and eleven don't actually correspond to the cards they picked - I'll get to that in a minute.

The first major arcana is the Magician. The Magician is something of a trickster with tremendous potential, capable and ready to use their intense willpower and resourcefulness to bring what they wish to create into being. Cheng Xiaoshi certainly has several trickster-like qualities, with many of his plans relying quite a bit of deception and quick thinking. The Magician also is representative of a go-between; a connection between disparate worlds - above and below, heaven and earth, inner and outer, which is interesting in the context of his ability. However, do note that the clock is upside down - it's good to look at reversed meanings too. In this case, the card can indicate that in your quest to make your ambitions become reality, you are making reckless decisions that will lead to your own downfall. It can also mean that there are people around you who seek to manipulate or use you for their own gain.

The one doesn't just have to be a one though. In military time, 1 pm is a 13. The thirteenth arcana is Death.

Don't panic! Despite its title, the Death arcana is actually a largely positive card; difficult, but optimistic. It symbolizes transformation and change - it means that a phase in your life is ending, and a new one is set to begin (again, new beginnings). You must place the past behind you so that you can start to move forward into the future, a conclusion he does seem to come to at the end of season 1. There is always light to be found. When Death is reversed, it usually symbolizes something from your past that is a deeply rooted regret, causing one to end up in a kind of limbo. Depending on your perspective, this could relate to Cheng Xiaoshi waiting for most of his life for his parents to come back - focusing on the place he was left and finding it difficult to make connections.

The eleventh arcana is the Justice. Justice is all about consequence, cause-and-effect, accountability, responsibility, and fair, impartial judgement. Intuition and logic are balanced, and there is an awareness that the actions one takes in the past or present will have effects into the future. This is very in-line with Lu Guang's mentality - the rational observer with a strong awareness of the consequences of meddling with time. Again, though, this clock is upside down. Some of the reversed meanings of Justice have to do with lies and dishonesty, which Lu Guang is particularly prone to doing. It also can indicate a personal bias that can cause the scales to shift out of balance, losing that impartiality of judgement. It may also represent an unjust outcome that you cannot accept.

In Daily Life in Lighttime, Cheng Xiaoshi ends up with the Fool (reversed). Once again, we get symbolism of new beginnings, freedom, innocence and spontaneity. When reversed, however, it symbolizes recklessness, naivety, and gullibility. Both fortunately and unfortunately, this represents him well. The Fool takes his steps forward into adventure, unaware he is walking into danger. He must become aware of his surroundings or risk falling or getting hurt.

Interestingly, Lu Guang pretends he didn't see what his card was, but given the birthday art from 2022, with Cheng Xiaoshi's being reminiscent of the Fool, I think it likely that his card was the Hanged Man, likely also reversed.

The Hanged Man is a card of contemplation and knowledge. His position is a choice he has made himself - a sacrifice made both as repentance and as a calculated step backwards to reassess the best path forward, watching and waiting in the meantime. It's fitting for his approach towards attempting to avert Cheng Xiaoshi's death. When the Hanged Man is reversed, one may feel as though despite the time one has sacrificed, they are receiving nothing in return - nothing is resolved, moving, or changing. Despite best efforts, nothing is turning out as it should, leading the Hanged Man to stall for time and become indecisive.

As further evidence to the point that these were the cards Qiao Ling pulled for them, the Fool is the zero of the major arcana, while the Hanged Man is twelfth. This aligns with the 12 on the clock right in between them. 12 is symbolic of completeness, balance, and alignment, perhaps a representation of how they and their powers work best when combined.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday 💜

Was hoping you might feel up to continuing cat boy Alec, or something where despite the fact Alec is obviously competent he's still getting pulled around by Magnus games/whims....because he wants to be (aware of this want or not).... Let's be honest he wouldn't enjoy it or even put up with it for just anyone ...

Looking forward to reading anything you feel inspired to write.

it has been a bit but I am back and here we go! this is time skip to after alec has finished up with Magnus at pandemonium and gone back to the institute after the entire team of six nephilim clave hunters died and Magnus got his debt paid in full by Alec.

I hope you enjoy <3

lumine

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maybe i'm the villain

Magnus is not expecting him.

That’s the delightful thing.

Oh he is expecting him, but not yet.  Not less than twelve hours since they last met and certainly not in a different way than the one Magnus engineered to happen.

But there Alexander is, leaning against his balcony railing.

“Hello kitten.” 

Magnus has been ready since his wards first pinged the familiar energy and he reaches for Alexander only to be ignored.

Oh Alexander greets him, he gets close enough to share Magnus warmth and for his tail to loop endearingly around Magnus’ wrist and Alexander practically purrs as he blatantly scent marks Magnus.

And then he’s gone.

Pulling back as if he has any business taking himself from Magnus' reach and instead Magnus finds himself holding shadowhunter weapons — of all things. And a rather heavy duffel that Magnus expects are simply more weapons.  It certainly seems feasible if the way Alexander just smiles coyly and steps past him is supposed to make any sense.

You don’t enter a dragon’s lair without surrendering all your weapons, no matter how fond that dragon is of you.

Magnus blinks, twice just to make sure the image of Alexander setting the two bags he did not hand Magnus down on the ground hasn’t gone anywhere.

“Alexander, are you certain you want what you’re getting yourself into?” Magnus asks to be fair.

Because he’s a dragon and he won’t be fair ever again and if Alexander needs a reminder then that is what Magnus will give. As the old oaths demand of any living being entering the protection of a primordial.

This one last time.

“I’m a full Commander and was nearly an Institute head.  I understand what surrendering myself and my weapons and willingly entering a dragon’s lair means.  I even have a suspicion of what it means when someone who the dragon is fond of does it.”

Magnus lets the balcony doors slide shut behind him and the wards to recenter because Alexander has made it clear he knows what is going on.

“I thought it would take you a bit longer to come back to me  .” Because Alexander was always going to return to Magnus. As nice of a surprise as this is, Alexander is still in for one of his own later. 

It amuses Magnus to think it will happen here, in his lair.

“Apparently not everyone who signed up for that mission knew and was okay with being fodder in a punishment for someone else. The people they left behind aren’t happy either. Which isn’t my problem but the pressure of the people pressuring me is now doubled.”

Magnus snaps away the bags and the weapons that Alexander has brought, they can be dealt with later. And the moment he sits on the couch he is delightfully surprised when Alexander sprawls out on it, pillowing his head on Magnus’ lap without any prompting or words.

He looks up and his eyes dilate longingly, similar to when Magnus’ own pupils dilate with want and Magnus runs sharp talons through his hair until a contented purr rumbles through Alexander down through Magnus thighs.

“What was the punishment for?” Because Magnus knows the Clave enough to see that they were attempting to play at several things.  They’d used the mission to try and remind Alexander that he was barely more than fodder, that he could be thrown away quite easily. The other was undoubtedly some new reason they either wanted Magnus’ attention or were hoping to shift some kind of blame upon him.

“Not getting married and having babies. They don’t like that I’m not already adding to my bloodline.”

Alexander says it so simply but Magnus can smell the agonized rage of the mere thought from Alexander and his fingers tighten, earning a purring nuzzle against his belly.

“I figured it was a play of time and chance. How many times would the Clave risk time and resources reminding me I am replaceable before I either really became replaceable? Or before I caved? Or before I became powerful enough to push back?”

Alexander sighs and he looks exhausted, eyes dark and haunted.

“The Clave can call you a ‘horned lizard putting on airs’ all they want.” 

Magnus snorts at that, because that was a clever bit on Catarina’s part.  More so in how unbelievable it is and yet how eager the Clave is to believe it.

“But I know better. I could actually get what I want with you. Because you’d give it to me. And I don’t have to worry about trying to survive the missions they’re going to keep throwing at me. You gave me a way to find you again, to find you lair. I didn’t take that lightly.” Alexander blushes a bit at that but not from shame, probably just from the memory of how thoroughly Magnus ruined him for any other on their first meeting.

In front of dozens.

Having Alexander bringing himself here, intending to stay put exactly as Magnus intends to keep him is a treat.

As fun as a chase can be, Magnus has already claimed Alexander. It makes sense to his instincts and his pride that Alexander understands that.

“So you’re sweetly surrendering yourself to me? You understand your place here?” Magnus isn’t surprised by Alexander accepting the first question with ease but hesitating on the wording of the latter.

“You’re a part of my hoard, Alexander. A beloved treasure that I was loath to see the back of you but well, the strongest of dragon magicks work best with the willing when living. I’ll keep you sated here, safe too. The Clave played hard and fast with your life today and we both know it, darling.”

In his own way, Alexander had been burning with the need to escape from his fate and Magnus' own flame of desire had fed off that passion.

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AN:

i hope this conveys that Alec was going to end up going back to Magnus one way or another and Magnus knew it. it's just really enticing to him that Alec came not even half a day later and handed himself completely over to Magnus.

yes it might be survival of the fittest and Alec going with what's going to keep him alive but that also really appeals to a huge part of magnus' dragon instincts.

alec is also being a natural little shit and making himself at home because he's going to make himself comfortable right up until Magnus draws the line and then he'll dip his toes over it a few times to figure out just how solid that line is. in cat ways! he doesn't yet realize that the more he tries to find a line to step over the more Magnus is erasing any possible lines.

so Alec also doesn't really that he's just endearing himself more and more to Magnus (not that he'd mind if he did know) since

it's not mentioned but Magnus let Alec go back to the Institute after the six deaths and the vows/payment were complete. as hinted there is an extra vow/payment that Alec missed that Magnus also refers to in this chapter that Alec hasnt figured out yet.

alec also knows that if he missed any transactions with Magnus, the best thing to do is find out about them around Magnus. he's not stupid, he just doesn't have political clout or any family power backing him because of his parents sins and so he knows he's expendable. so his choices within the clave are extremely limited. Magnus is a path out and even if Alec owes him something, it can't be worse than what alec's already dealing with in his opinion.

[gerblinradio]

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[thestraydogsarehere]

Manjiro Sano x Reader HC's that are extremely self indulgent

happy 9 am, guys. just here to assure you that i am alive and well, and that i am - in fact - back on my bullshit.

Premise: Mikey is very autism coded and no i will not elaborate. god forbid i have a hobby. Anyways, Mikey and his autistic behaviors x an also autistic reader. the reader borders on being high support needs, while Mikey is more low support needs. reader is gn <3

-Mikey will crash tf out if a food has two textures combined that he deems as not compatible. Fullblown starts throwin punches.

-He also only wears clothes of specific textures. He probably HATES the feeling of corduroy, lace, and velvet.

-Tags on his clothes need to be appropriately removed or he will rip the shirt clean off in frustration.

-He hears electricity, and most definitely gets PISSED when its particularly loud.

-What conditions he is in when he takes a nap vs the conditions he is in for when he goes to sleep for the night are vastly different.

-Naps? he just needs to lean against something and have his arms crossed over his chest. he can be woken up and immediately do shit when woken up from a nap, though he'll be annoyed about it.

-Sleep? specific texture sheets, specific soft pajamas, specific amount of blankets, background noise like a fan, specific room temperature, his pillow has to be fluffed perfectly. he cannot just wake up and go do shit from sleep, he's groggy as hell and incoherent for atleast 2 hours.

-He argues over dumb shit when overstimulated.

-Hated school cuz the teachers would yell at him for fidgeting or 'not paying attention'. he was paying attention, he just didnt look like it.

-Getting his hair brushed has ALWAYS been PAINFUL and if the person pulls his hair he Will Start Biting.

-Anyways, he meets the reader and sees how they behave and is like 'Oh My God they fucking GET IT?!?!'

-He picks up on your cues and does his best to be direct because you arent so good at picking up on cues.

-Oh, you like the texture of his jacket? He'll let you rub your hand along the text as a stim.

-In fact, here. Take the jacket and wear it.

-You think his hair is a soft texture and play with it to soothe yourself? Wonderful, he loves having his haired played with, just be gentle!

-He picks up on your stims, which ones you do for each emotion. If you are happy stimming he grins so widely at you. If its anxiety or sadness or fear? He finds ways to help soothe you.

-He asks you out very directly. he knows that u have a hard time understanding hidden meanings. So he literally just tells you.

-When he sees you happy stim from him asking you out he cant help but grin.

-His love language is physical touch, but he respects boundaries. if you dont want to be touched in that moment, just tell him and he will respect that.

-If your love language is physical touch, too? thats best case scenario. but you'll have your moments where you need space.

-you both bond over a hatred of microfiber.

-If you are semi-verbal or tend to go nonverbal in moments of high stress, he has probably picked up on it quickly if you didnt directly tell him.

-He knows when you are getting overstimulated or distressed. He makes an effort to soothe you in ways that he knows helps.

-If its ever a moment of severe distress, he can see you shutting down physically and mentally. it hurts him to see you like that, but he is calm and acts accordingly.

-he notices that you're slowly going nonverbal, he sees your eyes get wide and almost looking like a scared child. he can see you becoming less responsive or having trouble comprehending anything in a productive manner.

-He IMMEDIATELY removes you from the situation if possible. he'll work so fast to get you to a safe space where you can calm down.

-When y'all are adults and live together, he has a sensory safe room for you set up. Its a peaceful place that he can take you and its guaranteed to help you calm down.

-He'll take you to that safe space help you get comfortable. Dont like bright lights? the room is set up to be dim. Need a calming background noise? Boom, white noise machine. You like those plush bean-bag like chairs? you bet he got that for you. Weighted blankets? he's tucking you in. a thousand soft plushies and fidget toys? anything for you.

-He'll stay in the room close by to make sure you are okay and your needs are met. if you want to be held, be prepared for him to be in that bean-bag chair with you.

-He smiles when he notices you fully relax. he can see the signs that you are content and calm.

-He really appreciates when you do your best to soothe him in moments of his own overstimulation as well.

-he likes his back being rubbed, specifically between his shoulders.

-holding his hand and gently kissing his knuckles as well. that really helps.

-he really likes it when you pull his head to your chest and he can listen to your heartbeat and breathing.

-he really appreciates it when you pick up on his own signs of overstimulation.

-you dont judge him for his violent tendencies when he is severely overstimulated, and he appreciates that.

-You know he would never physically harm you anyways.

-You do your best to coax him into walking away with you to sit and find his peace again.

-He doesnt like sharing a bed with ANYONE, except you.

-In fact, you being by his side eventually becomes a sleeping condition. he doesnt even need to hold you, just your weight on the bed next to him is so soothing.

-he is even willing to change some of his sleeping conditions if it means you will be more comfortable and continue to sleep next to him.

-arguments only happen when he gets a bit overstimulated, as previously stated.

-if he notices that he is upsetting you, he immediately apologizes. its usually only a soft muttered 'im sorry...' but nonetheless, he is sincerely sorry and he will take time to be direct with his needs so he can calm down.

-he buys you your favorite snack to make up for it later.

-you both have playful debates about which soda is superior from which restaurant and also which bottled water brand is top tier.

-overall, he is extremely happy. you may be a bit odd to some people, but so is he.

-people around him accuse him of babying you, he doesnt care.

-you match his freak quite literally so it works.

anyways happy autism acceptance month from your fave autistic freak <3

[grymm-gardens]

got too autistic and now the dissection of Cassandra's accent has gotten out of hand, hope ur ready to learn the runic alphabet tomorrow <3

[bitternace]

WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.

Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?

no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.

[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.

they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.

xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]

close-up under keep reading.

[rowenabean]

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[jorvikzelda]

two very different experiences were had

[timedyne]

everyone else can reminisce with each other for the 2020 interests because it was like dsmp or danganronpa or something meanwhile i cant do that because my main 2020 interest was jackbox games. so i spent a lot of time making content about the game hosts. redacted from trivia murder party was my favorite btw

[mythicalcoolkid]

Another thing that makes me feel very autistic (or rather very aware of my autism) is that when my solution doesn't work, I often get stuck trying it over and over again because I think it SHOULD work. Whether it's trying a puzzle piece in the same place (because it looks like it belongs there and maybe I put it wrong) or looking for something in the same spot repeatedly (because maybe I missed it and I don't know where else to look but I don't want to stop looking), it's stressful to me. I know it's not logical but a tiny part of my brain says "maybe you just didn't do it right and if you try again it'll work"

Sometimes my views on how things work is based off how I think they should work and doesn't update based on the facts. If I think a creative project should take two hours and it actually takes 7, I'll still think it "should have" taken two hours and could potentially be done in two hours

My brain is obsessed with logic and possible outcomes. Why does it only run on its own flawed internal sense of logic?

[the-acid-pear]

It's actually really funny how it is bc despite being an insane person with weird kinks whenever I see someone with kinks I DON'T share I'm instantly thrown off by it. Which is comedic to me bc you'd expect the freak to inherently Understand other freaks but no unfortunately that's not how it works necessarily.