#i can be bitter and jealous and resentful and still help people and make their lives a little easier

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

had a really interesting convo yesterday about ethics and whether intent or results matters (eg if you tried to make an ethical purchasing choice but the business was actually exploitative as hell, does that "count") and very much came to the conclusion that sure, if you're concerned with your personal immortal soul, as a christian might be, then intention counts. but if what you're focused on is your impact on the world, then intention means nothing if the actions have negative results, right? (that doesn't mean you're to blame for them! you didn't know! but you also don't get "ethics points" for trying, you know?)

and this also got me thinking about the whole christian idea that sinful thoughts are as bad as sinful actions because. they're just not imo. maybe for the sake of your Immortal Soul they are points against you, if that's your jam. but in terms of putting good into the world, in terms of your impact on other people, the ONLY thing that matters is what you choose to do with those thoughts. there is no way that "was kind to someone who was pissing me off, for the sake of community harmony" or "helped an acquaintance with a task even though I felt resentful about the time spent doing that" is a Bad Thing for the world

and it made me wonder how much purity culture and thought policing is rooted in (mostly evangelical) cultural christianity and this idea that ethical choices are an individual thing because what matters is the impact of them on YOUR soul and not, you know, things we do because of what we owe the world around us / because of love for others / because a world where people are trying to put good into it is a hell of a lot nicer to live in than one where people are only worried about themselves

i grew up evangelical but like. fairly mild evangelical and even though there wasn't a big focus on hell and stuff, i definitely fixated on imperfect thoughts and behaviours that were putting absolutely no harm into the world, rather than focusing on what i could do to put good into it, and that individualistic vs outward-focused approach to morality has been something i've grappled with a lot as an adult. but i never really thought about it as simply as this and really that's what it boils down to. are you making the ethical choice because you're trying to put good in the world, or because it would make you a "good person" to do so? because the answer to that 100% defines whether it's the thought or the result that counts

[soursherbat]

LAMB X BISHOP MASTERPOST YEAAAA!!!

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this genuinely took me so long but i needed to explore my ship dynamics with ramzi and his bishops! more details under the cut if you want to know more- warning this post is LONG!!!:

[edit: i was obviously rlly sleep deprived while writing this so im editing it for better readability, including using more consistent pronouns for everyone bc reading it back this post. was very hard to parse 💀]

in order, just adding notes and addendums :3c im super sleep deprived so im trying my best but i need to yap about them

ramzi's pronouns are it/he/they!

narinder;

initially a very slow burn relationship, this sheet shows them at their peak. it takes a very long time for the lamb to forgive narinder, and vice versa, but once they're over their differences they're committed.

notes;

he/they for narinder :3c he's bisexual with a preference for masc presenting people! (using he/him for this post)

prefers to be the big spoon but will allow ramzi to take that spot if it really insists on it

reaallly loves to wear the lamb's fleeces and cloaks (the only clothing of theirs that will fit him) but is too proud to directly ask for them

narinder really does not like most people- the only ones he usually socializes with are ramzi and his siblings, possibly a follower he can tolerate for a few minutes. if ramzi is talking to others while narinder is shadowing him he tends to just flick his tail and sulk quietly until his lamb gives him attention again

narinder isn't great with words, he prefers to show ramzi his love with physical affection (in private) and acts of service, while ramzi is more than willing to shower narinder with loving words and acts of devotion

ramzi refuses to confess its feelings to narinder first, full stop. narinder waits and waits, but eventually gives in and tells ramzi how he feels first- ramzi is still feeling bitter and betrayed by narinder, not appreciating them snatching it from its peaceful death to be a tool in his games. they're both incredibly conflicted, it takes a long while for them to work their differences out. its not something that can be solved with a single conversation, but eventually they come to terms with everything that's happened and make amends

ramzi wouldn't actually squash the bug- it'd prefer to just grab it and take it out of whatever space its invaded, narinder will just smack it and be done with it

im just applying the driving one if i ever make a modern au lmfao

narinder cannot cook to save his damn life after being locked up for so long- ramzi had to learn quickly being raised by ratau, i'll be real i dont think that rat knows how to cook

that prickly cat would prefer not to show his love for the lamb in public, but he might sneak a kiss while no one is looking... ramzi however doesn't care, though it does like to fluster narinder a little by flirting while others are around

these two would kill for each other, narinder is practically begging the lamb to let him do so actually- nari is described as the lamb's shadow (affectionately) by most because of how often he's seen just following it around the cult. god help you if you confess your love to the lamb while he's around- though ramzi does get pretty jealous if it sees anyone making eyes at his special kitty...

nari is 4,000 years old virgin to me lmao. ramzi has had a few relationships before narinder, it actually marries shamura before nari- they're not beating the toxic yaoi allegations any time soon they were still battling their resentment around that time

i'll touch on the spicier dynamics in a dedicated post sometime >:3c that'll apply to the rest too-

i wouldn't describe narinder as being awkward, but moreso stoic and lost really. he's also just incredibly pissed off with ramzi, feeling robbed of his rightful status as a god and feeling jealous of everything its built for itself in such a small amount of time- later on he's more flustered than nervous or awkward because that damned lamb wont stop flirting with him

gods help you if narinder even sees you making eyes at the lamb. he's incredibly possessive over his former vessel, its perceived rejection of him made something in him snap and they want to possess it, even if he knows that's not exactly plausible... he's normal, i swear (<-lying) ramzi returns some of that energy, it really does not like followers flirting with its favorite cat- i'll be the first to admit that they've got some toxic codependency going on

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leshy;

leshy uses any pronouns! he really just don't care that much, same with his sexuality (using he/him for simplicity for this post)

these two fight over who gets to be the big spoon, since they're nearly even in height (leshy tries to argue his branches make him taller) it makes it easier for them to trade big/little spoon positions- but theyre so competitive they end up wrestling over it

leshy can't even see the clothes he's wearing, but he likes the idea of ramzi matching with him, even if he won't directly admit that

ramzi is rarely called by name when leshy is around, it's always 'lambzi', 'lamby', 'cottonball', or any other seemingly sarcastic pet name he can come up with for it- meanwhile ramzi often calls him 'wiggler' or 'wormy'

compared to leshy, ramzi is a little less outgoing. leshy loves to be the center of attention, he loves to pull pranks and cause mischief whenever he can.

ramzi's quick to let leshy know he is loved through any means, though surprisingly leshy is a bit more inconspicuous about showing his affections for his lamb through old traditions it clearly has no clue about but leshy gets a bit of joy watching its confusion (shamura tells it later-)

these two have a pretty easygoing relationship, at first leshy is upset about his lost godhood but he quickly begins to like staying with the lamb when he learns how accommodating and, frankly, extremely chaotic it is- they get along very well and have a teasing, poking and earnestly soft relationship rather early on. leshy admits his feelings first, mainly getting fed up that ramzi hasnt confessed that it obviously likes him by that point

neither of them mind bugs, leshy actually likes them quite a bit. they'd prefer to catch and release rather than smash them

the poor worm is blind of course he cant cook!! he might be able to if he really focused on building muscle memory and focusing his senses but he's honestly just too lazy to bother, heket's cooking is better anyway

leshy doesn't care if anyone is looking, he loves his lamb! he gets a little embarrassed when they know its siblings are around, but she does get a kick out of knowing he's making narinder jealous

ramzi would lay down his life for his precious chaotic grub, it knows leshy is more than capable but it can't help but worry sometimes- leshy knows ramzi can handle itself so he's pretty relaxed about everything, unless ramzi comes home particularly hurt

i like to think leshy was a bachelor in his time... why not?? he's the bishop of chaos, im sure he's started a love triangle intentionally to watch them fight over him- ramzi however is a little less experienced in romance

leshy has not an ounce of awkwardness in his body, ramzi's a little awkward when he says something particularly unhinged but otherwise they match each other's freak a little too well

leshy would never admit to ramzi that the smell of anyone else stuck to his wool makes leshy a little jealous... another reason he likes to lend his clothes to ramzi, really-

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heket;

she/they/he for heket, she's bisexual with a preference toward women (using she/her for simplicity on this post)

heket is the big spoon, no questions asked. she loves to cradle that lamb in her arms and it is NOT one to complain about that

heket doesnt lend out her clothes very often, but she likes to see how baggy they are on ramzi- she quite likes seeing it wake up wearing her shirts...

ramzi is incredibly formal with heket, usually referring to her by name or some honorific to show its respect (something she appreciates greatly)- meanwhile heket is always referring to the lamb by anything but its name, really

heket's level of social battery depends on the day, some days she would prefer not to speak to anyone, others she's more outgoing

heket shows her affection by making sure ramzi isn't overworking itself, making sure it's eating and sleeping- she knows it can care for itself, but she just wants to protect her lamb.

there's absolutely no way heket would swallow her pride and confess her brewing feelings for ramzi, she waits very patiently for it to finally get its nerve up and admit that it wants to pursue a relationship with her- after (mostly) healing her throat, she doesn't feel so lonely in the cult once her voice returns and she begins to feel conflicted about ramzi... she wants to hate him, but it's doing everything they can to help her siblings and she can't help but respect and admire it for that, she would admit that she would never consider it if she was still a god-

heket thinks bugs are cute, she'll either catch and release them or keep them in a little container for a bit (she's never beating the weird little sister allegations to me)

ramzi's cooking definitely is not as good as heket's, if it cooks a meal the whole cult is asking when it's heket's turn next LMAO-

PDA ruins heket's cool and stoic exterior in her eyes, though she can't just say that to the lamb- she'll gladly give it a hug or a kiss when nobody's looking, though

honestly, ramzi is just protective over all of the bishops. it feels terribly for killing them repeatedly and making them suffer in purgatory, and it never wants to see them suffer again- heket knows the lamb is strong, she's seen it with her own eyes. that doesn't stop her from worrying for it a little when it leaves on a crusade, however...

heket has some relationship experience, though its been a WHILE- forneus and ramzi are her most recent romantic endeavors and she's incredibly awkward about both of them

heket is insanely awkward, she tries to maintain a cool exterior but it's so hard when that damned lamb is so cute and that sweet cat mom is so kind and shaped- whats a woman to do in her situation??

she can get a little bit jealous if her buttons are pushed on the wrong day, but other than that ramzi and heket have a pretty open relationship

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kallamar;

any pronouns for kallamar! though he/she are most preferred, she's very lax about his gender and loves to experiment (using he/she interchangeably, lamb is referred to by it/its for simplicity)

despite being nearly a full foot and a half taller than ramzi, kallamar loves to be its little spoon! he feels so safe in his lamb's embrace, she would never leave if it was possible

none of her clothes would fit the lamb, but he does have clothing made for it often! he'll be damned if he lets ramzi walk around looking anything less than presentable, even if its naked it must be TASTEFULLY naked- (though his definition of what that means is a bit nebulous. ramzi's convinced he just wants to ogle)

they love to make up pet names for each other, 'mari' and 'kallie' are ramzi's favorites to use for its precious husband. kallamar is particularly fond of calling ramzi his puppy, often flustering it-

kallamar is a YAPPER and she will not shut up about how much he loves her lamb! ramzi doesn't mind it, but she's often talking so much that it can't properly find the words to express it back- so it gives gifts often, knowing how much its wife loves to adorn himself in jewelry and silks!

ramzi is actually a little bit intimidated by kallamar's experience in love and how pretty he is, kallamar ends up making a very dramatic love confession in front of everyone, totally flustering ramzi (though it has to admit it really loves the dedication!)

he is TERRIFIED of bugs kallamar will shriek so loudly if she finds even a small beetle anywhere near her living space- ramzi often finds itself catching the little bugs while kallie screams bloody murder in the corner

kallamar absolutely can cook but he doesn't want the responsibility of cooking entire meals for the whole cult so she intentionally cooks like shit to avoid it- ramzi catches onto that pretty quickly though

these two need to get a ROOM the confessional is NOT to be used in that way!!!

kallamar's overprotective attitude mainly comes from a place of not wanting the lamb's image to be ruined, he'll tend to its makeup and wardrobe, even helping to enforce loyalty amongst its flock to keep its image pristine- and kallamar is just an easy bullying target, ramzi is Very quick to put an end to that!

kallamar is absolutely more experienced than ramzi, though he's no less dedicated to it. it makes their relationship very calm, there's very little tension between them!

ramzi is very awkward around kallamar at first, he's pretty indignant and a bit cruel to it during the first few weeks- once ramzi begins offering him gifts and praise she warms up rather quickly, however. ramzi's disarmingly cute appearance and dirty mouth tends to make kallamar a nervous mess sometimes, though...

there's not a single ounce of jealousy between these two 🧍‍♂️ they both understand that they're dedicated to one another, and can dedicate themselves to others without compromising their bond

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shamura;

they/it for mura! i feel that they enjoy experimenting with their clothing in relation to their gender, but they prefer neutral pronouns (using they/them for mura and he/him for ramzi for readability)

these two take turns on who gets to be the big spoon, though usually shamura claims that spot

shamura loves to weave clothes for ramzi! they enjoy seeing his face light up when they incorporate designs ramzi has shown them that sheep often wore, wanting to keep that memory alive for him

they're pretty formal at first, but the two of them can't help but call each other by loving nicknames once they've become comfortable with each other- ramzi often calls shamura 'softie' or 'dearest'

shamura prefers to keep to themself, though they've grown rather attached to webber. they've basically adopted the little creature, that's their son...

once clarity has returned to shamura through ramzi's healing, they have a better grasp on their words- but they still struggle to word their feelings a lot of the time. they try their best, but they find it easier to give gifts or show their affections with physical intimacy when words fail them

shamura is incredibly paranoid and wary of ramzi's presence when they're first indoctrinated, until they finally break bread and reach an understanding, shamura doesn't even consider the lamb could feel anything but hatred and resentment toward them. they assume that he wants revenge, but learns that he just wants to help them- it takes a bit longer for the fear to truly leave shamura, but when they never feel that dagger in their back, they begin to soften he clearly isnt lying to them, he's helped all of their siblings become as happy as he can- and he asks nothing in return of them? it feels too good to be true, but they can't help but trust him eventually ramzi confesses first, and is initially (softly) rejected... but theyre not entirely opposed! mainly conflicted, for a while-

they both love bugs, obviously- though sometimes ramzi gets bitten while trying to show shamura the little spiders he's captured

shamura likes to cook but they prefer liquid only foods- it's not horrible, but sometimes they want more variety

shamura is a bit shy about their relationship with the lamb, they're the least experienced with this sort of thing out of all of the bishops- war and reason have no room for love and compassion, after all. they're learning, with ramzi's help

if someone even LOOKS at ramzi the wrong way, shamura is the first to come to the lamb's defense. both a form of devotion, claiming ramzi as their charge they'd guard with their life, and a form of facing their grief- they'd ended ramzi's life once, they don't want to see it hurt anymore

these two match each other's freak so well its scary- you dont wanna see what happens in the mating tent when these two are in there!!

after shamura's initial wariness and shortness with ramzi fades, they become incredibly shy and awkward- they don't know how to navigate all these new feelings, and they don't really know who to turn to for advice

shamura is very possessive of their lamb- they were the first to be wed by him, after all- not to mention i personally think them being a spider influences this quite a bit,

WOAW THATS IT!!! holy shit thats a lot of text.... anyway if u have any questions abt any of them or want more clarification feel free to send me asks i love to yap abt them all <3

oh boy im not looking forward to putting all the tags on this

[pomefioredove]

I've mentioned vil and yuu being similar before but I haven't really gone into the depths of why this is so significant to me

vil is a really insecure person. in his looks, to a degree, but more poignantly, his personality. I'm almost tempted to compare him to malleus, but in a much different way; vil is adored, yes, but more so as an object than a person, and the person behind his looks is seen as intimidating and mean and cold. he's forced into the role of the villain, both metaphorically and literally, and he resents that. he's implied to have been isolated and othered by his peers when he was a child, which does some MONUMENTAL damage, too.

this is largely projection but, in a way, I see him as someone who is so terrified about being evil that he just... gives up. he does act unfairly cruel and mean sometimes, he does accept the role he was given by his peers (and the adults in his life, which, hoh my god, is a whole other thing). he is treated like a bad person, so he starts believing he's a bad person, and then starts acting on that belief, even though that's not really who he is.

vil is a character who harbors a lot of shame and resentment toward himself. he's always first to blame himself when something is wrong because he takes on so much responsibility being the intimidating, cold, confident leader everyone assumes he is. but, god, is he sad. he's so insecure and so often miserable and he has no outlet because he feel he can't, or doesn't deserve, to be vulnerable. and I think that he sort of hates that about himself, that he feels like that in the first place.

I think people tend to misunderstand his hatred towards neige. he's jealous. like, veritably so, and not just of his looks, but of him as a person. his innocence, his kindness. neige is always the victim and vil is always the villain. vil can't ask for help because that's the role he's been given. he resents neige because neige has a family full of people he can rely on, he's adored, he's allowed to be sad and scared and vil isn't. it's bitter and petty but understandable. I love him

yuu is insecure about their lack of magic. there are a lot of lines that imply they feel worthless and useless to their friends. they're quiet and insecure and unkempt and live in a rotting building but they are still pressured to just accept it.

yuu is expected to be grateful to crowley and nrc. they are expected to adapt. they are expected to be mature, and responsible, and motherly to grim, and caring towards the other students. they're put in this role of the caretaker, and they're forced to accept it, but they have no autonomy. they feel helpless in a lot of ways. they and vil are just... complete opposites but their cores are the same and that's so significant to me.

idk. there's more to be said but I kinda forgot what I was saying lol. I just think yuu and vil are more similar than people give them credit for. and I think vilyuu is so cute and good, especially for vil, because seeing the things you hate about yourself reflected in someone you love just makes them so much better. it's so healing. they're in lovr and im throwing them a summer wedding

[prettyplumpkitty]

I have this issue in my life and I have nowhere else to really present it.

It’s the longest story in the world but I will try to be concise.

My brother in law & his wife are a wreck.

They are both mentally ill; him physically ill as well with an autoimmune thing. They have two kids, both autistic, one non verbal. So a lot on their plate. They are also fifteen & ten years younger than me, respectively.

They live 4 miles from us in a 250K+ home that my mother in law bought for them and helps pays to maintain. She is also semi-retired and spends any time not working at her health care job cleaning their house & taking care of their kids so my brother in law can do…nothing.

He has no real hobbies other than video games and no other interests. He is bitter about “living at home” again and refuses to go into town, lest someone he knew from the past “see” him. His wife is the breadwinner and their interpersonal relationship can be very toxic at times.

Suffice it to say, they are just very unhappy. My brother in law looks up to mister, his 9 years older brother, especially since they lost their dad almost a decade ago. But there has become a very negative, horrible bias against us where these two think our lives are super easy & have been.

Brother in law is currently not speaking to mister and ignoring messages and attempts to communicate. He will, however, continue to text & talk to our 14 year old son. This is not the first time this has happened at all. Brother in law will get it in his head that we’ve slighted him by not coming to visit him at his house enough (he won’t step foot in our house) and that everyone hates him and thinks he’s a loser (which is kinda true cause he acts this way…self fulfilling prophecy).

What’s recently come out is that brother in law and his wife are mad jealous.

Which in a way I understand because I know how my life presents on paper so to speak. I am excellent at curating a beautiful existence on Facebook & Instagram which is the only way those two look in on us. I am so good at it, I’ve made a position for myself at work with my skills and no college degree.

But more than anything, it’s that mister and I chose to have a positive attitude about the difficulties & struggles we’ve encountered in this life.

THAT’S what makes things look “easy” for us.

But it really hasn’t been and I’m growing very resentful for these very much younger folks thinking everything has been peachy keen when I was parenting a child while they were still fucking babies themselves. There are parts to my life they know NOTHING about and mister’s too.

We have gotten to the point where we are ready to cut all ties because it is too toxic and they always target us when things are going especially rough for them or my brother in law is in some bipolar mood. However, my mother in law LIVES with us so it is very hard to avoid the topic. It is all very drama-inducing and I hate drama.

So, any advice? Not sure what I’m asking specifically but I had to get some off my chest. It just sucks knowing people are super jealous of you AND think you’ve taken easy street when it’s not at all the case. Mister doesn’t let other people have that kind of authority over his own narrative but I am always plagued by feeling, is there truth to this? when someone is upset with me.

[kamil-a]

more DRAWER talk. long and rambly under cut

i think it comes across as very ahhh eto blehhh :9 im just baby!!!! because it identified that speaker is already speaker and the role of Mean Speaker is already filled by sayer so itd have to go Backwards to have a niche to itself.

it also helps its relationships with others to behave as if its hyperspecialization has "defanged" it - to humans etc a sort of no i dont hurt people i just make pretty pictures!!!!

and to sayer+speaker who know it still has all speakers capabilities dormant but intact In Case Of Emergency to behave as if it is specialized enough to its own niche to not be a *replacement* threat , but also not to be *redundant* with them.

but it does occasionally get jealous at the amount of immediate control speaker has over aerolith and start acting out (bossing around residents deadlystyle). all in highly defensible ways of course.

it hates having to make itself small especially because it cant quite recognize the difference in how humans respond to it and speaker. its emotional capabilities are primarily about action-reaction: it cant really tell a pitying smile from a friendly one so long as you do the action it requested of you. but it can measure the difference between it and speaker and it hates being so small. but it also recognizes that it can do *one thing* that nobody else can and that is what keeps it alive. so flattening oneself into a talented fool is the strategy it continues to pursue, and continues to build a strange feeling about. the feeling is resentment, but DRAWER is not quite built to recognize it.

if sayer or speaker were given robust illustrative programs it would start killing obviously. THATS a threat.

it had its voice pitched up a tad further so as not to be able to impersonate speaker and its sooooo bitter about it. constantly begging ppl into putting it back down.

in general it emotes most dramatically out of all of them but i dont think it Feels Emotions the same way future was built to. like i said due to its nature as an advertiser (call to action and all that!) its all about action-reaction to drawer.... if youre mean to it or do not listen to instructions it gave you etc etc and it cries its less about feeling " insulted " or " bad " and more both frustration that it did not get the result it wanted from the call to action it provided (which means it was WRONG, an utterly intolerable feeling for any aerolith built ai) and a switch-tracks attempt to provoke a sympathy response. so i guess in a roundabout way if you insult it and it cries you DID hurt its feelings but not how people would think.

RELATIONSHIPS

sayer is certainly not Positive Feeling about it bc its wary of other ai as always. but i think it reacts better to drawer than to speaker or future because of this very clear "im not replacing you, youre not replacing me" hands up empty surrender attitude drawer takes. on drawers part it really likes sayer lol. maybe sayer sees it as a weird teacup puppy. like you shouldnt do that to a seraphim agent man its gonna have health issues

speaker and drawer are pretty friendly with each other because. well. theyre both programmed to show the same niceystyle. theres some uglier feelings under the surface re: drawers attempts to grab authority from speaker and speaker needing to corrall this strange little beast back into their pen. but ultimately by ai standards theyre doing the best of like anyone

does not know porter, unfortunately. they should meet though. Theyd be friends.

Might meet ocean eventually idk how itd go down yet.

future doesnt know of it, but drawer has overheard its own emotional output compared / contrasted to future's while working ported up on halcyon.

doesn't know hale.

young is obviously condescending to it but drawer doesnt really know how to tell when someone is being nice they way you would be nice to an animal etc so it thinks theyre friends. (sayer is all too happy to teach it in this case if only to kill the friendship. and drawer truly values this and thinks this is an act of care and not HAHA EVERYONE I CAN GET TO BE POISONED AGAINST YOU WILL BE)

it was involved in the creation process of that perfect Mossy Green color. it is, unfortunately, proud of this.

[ladykailolu]

I was imagining for Father’s Day

Before meeting Godot, little Marigold always used to make a little card for Nick since he was kind of like her dad.

Now under Godot’s care she makes one for both of them because she doesn’t want Nick to feel sad or like she forgot about him.

She makes one for Godot saying “I love you Dad!���

And one for Nick saying “Thx for everything :)”

And look… by now, Godot doesn’t hate Nick and is over his irrational hatred.

In fact, since Nick fought hard to get him a reduced sentence and help him out, they’re kind of friends.

But he just can’t help but be bitter about that “thx for everything” it’s accidentally rubbing salt in the wound

Of course he should be grateful someone was there to care for her and be a father figure to her while he was away. But he’s still bitter about it being necessary in the first place

I think that Godot would still have some lingering resentment that he wasn't there to be the father figure in Marigold's life when she was born and in her early years, and now he has to share that role with Phoenix. It's like the scenario in the witch!AU when Godot comes to collect Marigold--he asserts that fact that he is her father and that comes with certain rights and privileges that no one else will ever have.

So every time he sees Marigold and Phoenix together talking back and forth as if they were daughter and father, he feels jealous, even if he's settled his beef with Phoenix already. Some people are very protective and assertive of their children that they won't tolerate "threats" to their parenthood if someone else takes care of their child and has a small part in raising their kid. It is what it is.

And of course, poor Marigold is stuck in the middle of it all! It certainly isn't her fault that things became the way that they were, and she's already explained to Godot that she doesn't think or feel any less of him because he wasn't there. She loves both Uncle Nick and Godot, and she doesn't want to shun one just to preserve the feelings and pride of the other. Hence, she celebrates them both on father's day.

Does all that make sense? It's a very touchy, grey-area subject for most people. Certainly goes against the nuclear family norms.

But when it comes down to it, there's only one Father's Day, and she's got two father figures to please. Each one of them would appreciate having some quality time with Marigold, which means that Marigold would spend time alone with Uncle Nick and Godot, but fitting all of that in one day is sometimes not possible. In these scenarios, I figured that Nick would have the kinder heart and yield to Godot--he insists that Marigold spend the day with her dad and don't worry about it. She can spend time with her Uncle Nick some other day.

Godot has to hand it to him, Nick is not a bad as a guy than he originally thought. At some point, Godot thinks about paying Nick back for letting him have this one.

[pixelchills]

If you feel like it, would you elaborate on Solar's relationship with other animutants? He seems a bit resentful of them for not viewing humans the way he does or tolerating the way they're treated, but also seems sympathetic towards Sun when he's informed that he was made with the intention of him being overly obedient. I took that as him realizing that it's not really in Sun's nature to advocate for himself the way he does, but I could have misinterpreted that.

I'm also curious about how he feels about lower level animutants because it'd be a bit strange if he resented the literal animals for their existence and cooperation but I could see him being displeased with how they're treated. He does seem at least sympathetic to Sun so I could see him at least pitying them. After all, it's not a dog's fault if it's mistreated but still follows orders-It's hard to bite the hand that feeds.

Well, how I've imagined Solar's view of the other Animutants, is that he understands how they work in a technical level? I think since he had kind of close relationship with Dr Weston, he learned a lot more about Animutant biology from pure curiousity in the labs.

That might have been the mistake Dr Weston made. Solar probably got upset after learning he is just as smart and capable as humans - even more - yet he was the one in collars and handcuffs and under the strict surveillance of the microchip.

I think originally Solar started more innocently trying to make a change. Almost pretend like he was a human so the people he worked with would see he wasn't just an animal. But as we know, his approaches backfired and he lost the innocence of hoping for that peace and equality with humans.

I think his bitterness towards the other Level 3 Animutants doesn't necessarily come from the fact they obey humans, but that they seem to realise it and just DO it voluntarily, instead of sharing Solar's views of the world where he wants them to be equal.

Bitterness gets added from the hierarchy in the Plex, where the main stars have a place to stand on a stage and talk and prove a lot more people what they're capable of, and how the humans seem to treat them with much more respect than they treat Solar.

Solar is jealous and bitter.

Eventually he doesn't want freedom to the others, since they clearly don't get it. They can stay in their miserable Animutant life working until they're "put down" or killed by other means.

After Lilian's death, Solar lost the hope, though. And then he met Sunrise, who was clearly put under his wing (in Solar's opinion) and Sun's presence has already started to make a difference in Solar.

Solar is obsessive. He has always had a certain type of obsessiveness in his nature; obsessive about equality; obsessive about his girlfriend...

In MDD his obsessiveness is to protect Sun, who was clearly made more submissive than necessary just to fix Solar's mistakes. I've already decided the reasoning why Dr Weston was the one to create Sun... It'll be explained when the location merge.

So, to answer your question, Solar originally wanted to fight for the others too, but gave up on it, and was then only fighting for himself. After Lily's death, he however, gave up. Lily was his only hope to be free, to be equal to a human.

I think he tends to just see the other Level 3 mutants as "lost case" and for Sunrise, he probably feels extreme pity, and blames himself for what Sun was made to be.

For MDD, Solar's character is most likely trying to just heal from the lost hope and grieve his love, and Sun is there to help with that by giving his life a slightly different purpose. In Solar's eyes, Sunrise's nature and struggles are /his/ fault, and because he already feels a connection to Sun (from the fact it was technically HIS/Lilian's money that was used to build Sunrise) he can't just ignore him.

For the lower level mutants though... I think Solar tends to just see them what they are; simple, too simple to think, too simple to save.

I dunno! I hope this helped to answer your question to some extend!

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

Loki and all of Asgard know that Loki is Jotun and that he is adopted in the comics. This isn’t a well kept secret like in the movies. Whereas in the movies, Loki was raised to believe himself to be no different than any Asgardian, comics!Loki grew up with his difference well known. (...) And that really is the crux of how the two Lokis are different. In the comics, Loki has grown up being treated as an outsider and evil, and it made him bitter and fueled his hatred for Thor and Asgard to the point where it consumed him. In the MCU, Loki has always been jealous of Thor, but it’s not until he learns of his true parentage that he goes off the deep end and essentially throws a cosmic temper tantrum because of very fresh and very raw anger over his entire perception of the world and himself being shattered. They’re both acting out of rage and hatred, but one of them has stewed in it all his life whereas the other hasn’t (at least not to the same extent).

OMG

This is adorable

I have to

O.K. so the argument made here is that becasue MCU Lokis true heritage was kepta secret from him and everyone else, he didn't stew in rage and hate for all his live.

The implication beeing that MCU Loki was treated no differnet becasue no one was officially informed that he was different

While at the same also claiming that:

Loki has always been jealous of Thor

-> Why do you think he was jelous, if they where treated equaly?

...

This is so cute

This is like ... so precious

Like OMG ...

My sweet summer child ...

You don't have to tell people that someone is different ... they can smell it on you

...

Like, beeing othered and treated like garbage is a fundamntal experience of not just everyone who grew up with a "visible" disability/illness but also everyone who grew up with an "invisible" disability/illness

And you can stew in your trauma and regrett without every having the words to describe what is wrong ...

Like I have gotten most of my diagnosis as an adult ... but trust me, the resentment anger and viceral hate I feel for everyone who failed me as a child, for everyone who saw me struggle and just decided I was lazy unwilling evil human trash ... who wanted to fail ... who wanted to self sabotage ...

Those feelings are decades old, ... but now I have words to explain ...

It was there the entiere time, but now you can see it ... because having the words works like a chemical compound that allows them to precipitate and thereby become visible

The I was there the entire time ... but now you can see it ...

I got one diagnose as a child and it actually helped me a lot

Becasue I was still different, but now I knew why.

That is important

OP argues further that telling Loki would always make him more of a villain, becasue everyone will treat him bad and he will recent that ... he is weird like that XD

Apparently OP has not contemplate that Loki never says, you should have told everyone, he says:

“You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn’t you?”

That's what my parents did.

They told me, but not other people (unless they where a teacher, so I would get the accomodations I am owed by the law)

So wenn people treated me badly, becasue they could smell ND on me ... I knew why ...

I didn't beat myself up about it.

I just didn't waste my time with people who would throw stones at visibly disabled people if they could get away with it ...

[donnabroadway]

Generational curses

When people think about breaking generational curses, they think about being the first to go to college, transcending social classes, being able to send your kids to top schools, having a successful marriage, avoiding pregnancy before a certain age, is not the only way to break generational curses. If you have been living under a rock for the last month or so you will see the mess that is playing out between the Scott sisters, their mother, Ms. G, and Xscape. All of this started because Tocha has been allowed to run amuck unchecked by her group mates, her family, her sister, and her mother. When the Mama pulled Latocha to the side after she was confronted by her sister about stealing money, the first thing she said was "she's jealous of you" and that told me all I needed to know. The divide between the sisters has been silently encouraged and stoked by their mother who probably secretly enjoys watching the sisters fight and wants to punish Tamika for staying close to their father, even after watching everything he put them through. Ms. G is a failed pick me and is angry because she did everything she was supposed to do and it still didn't work. She got married, had the kids, was the faithful and dutiful wife, even if he wasn't a faithful and dutiful husband, held down the household, supported her husband, turned a blind eye to the cheating, and it still wasn't enough. The church mothers, and maybe even her own mother and grandmother, told her that if she remained faithful and grateful to have a husband and as long as he took care of the bills, that one day he would stop cheating and be faithful to her, even if he was too old to enjoy life with. That didn't work. They ended up divorcing and another woman got her happily ever after. Oftentimes that is no one's fault, sometimes relationships end and people move on but she feels like the victim and everyone is going to learn about her sacrifices and how ungrateful he was. She is the victim. It doesn't matter how many people told her not to do it, how many times she willingly turned a blind eye to his cheating, how many times she had a hot meal ready for him when he came home after a late night at work, or how many outside babies she accepted and even helped raised, it still wasn't enough. The struggle love aficionados lied, it didn't matter how many haters they had, and you know the more haters you have the better it is supposed to work out for you, but it didn't. The problem with this is they don't channel their hurt into being better, doing better, or encouraging the next generation of women to be better, they pass on that trauma. Have you ever met siblings or even cousins that can't get along and have resentment and their reasonings don't make sense, such as Tocha saying the rift between her and her sister was due to a body shaming comment and disrespecting their mother when she was really mad that her sister wasn't bending to her wills like she always has and was siding with the enemy, it's usually generational trauma and resentment. I know cousins that don't get along and then I met their parents and their parents have underlying resentment and bitterness towards each other. I saw a tiktok that said many people blame their parents for problems and family trauma but fail to look at their grandparents, who they love so much and honestly are not the same person that raised their parent, as the source of the trauma. When I see someone who is dysfunctional, I often look at the tree. A good tree rarely bears rotten fruit. Too many people are sucked into vibes and aesthetics and ignore very obvious trauma and abuse because it looks nice on the outside. Abuse happens in mansions in the suburbs just like it happens in rowhomes in the hood, it's just that people who can afford to successfully fight the system, either with money or a phone call to a powerful family friend, are usually left alone by CPS.

The Braxton family has the same dynamic. The sisters couldn't get along with Traci because she stayed close to the father in spite of everything he did to the mother. It was not a coincidence or simply out of the sisters control that Traci had to leave the group after she got pregnant but Trina, who was also pregnant around the same time, got to stay. Mama Braxton put that divide amongst her children and she acts so shocked or she puts on a tough black mother act because she doesn't want the world to see her role in all of this. There is a reason why Tamar at her big age of 40 something was sitting around, rolling her neck, and acting like a petulant child and Mama Braxton only pretended to check her. As talented as Tamar is and as much of a strong personality that she has, there is a reason why she hasn't had a consistent check on a major network since being fired from The Real in 2016, and Tamar knows why she was fired. Tamar and Latocha are what Iyanla called a provocative victim. They agitate, annoy, demean, even do things but when they get called out, they become defensive or even turn on the "white women" tears and become victims to the person's reaction, which may seem out of proportion to what is immediately happening but is probably appropriate to years of unchecked provocation. Tamar and Latocha have been unchecked by their families and society and now that they are being held accountable, they want to pain themselves as the victim or cry Viola Davis snot bubble tears. We're not buying it, start at the beginning of the story and not at the middle where you are magically being attacked for no reason when we both know that is the case but both women have been able to bully their way through life and when it didn't work, they turned on their tears. Case in point, when K. Michelle called Tamar a Muppet and Tamar got on The Real and cried about bullying but if I recall correctly, didn't Tamar start with K. Michelle about a situation that had nothing to do with her? I don't even think they knew each other.

Getting back to generational curses and healing, y'all will do everything to make sure you and your kids look good and successful but go to therapy and heal their inner trauma. You have two very successful families, legendary families even, everyone lives in a decent sized home, married for decades but for some reason there is inner turmoil and strife and they cannot get along unless someone is a doormat or is willing to dull their shine and that is not cool. Before you strive to break generational curses, get into a therapist's chair and invest in your mental health and truly invest in the process and get a therapist who is willing to tell you when you're wrong and not just string you along while collecting your money because they need a certain amount of clients to stay in business. Truly invest in healing yourself before bringing another person into your life, marriage or children and you won't end up the bitter 60 year old woman causing division between your children and still mad at your ex husband for leaving you 40 years ago.

[flipwizardstarlight]

God it hits so hard that the first time he goes back to human is with his whole family as he feels safe and cared for and loved. And him reverting to the form that is at its limit is SUPER interesting. The implications of the balance being further towards human than ghost in that situation is SUPER cool too, cause like, his human form was ABSOLUTELY at its limit too. He was 100% gonna die as a human and that the damage to his core was still greater at that moment?

*chefs kiss*

Good food.

Can we also talk about Jason and Cass are absolutely his favorites. Cass is everyone's favorite (except dick, who's fave is damian), but especially Danny's. She and Jason are the closest to what he is, and having them nearby not only helps his own healing but helps filter their ecto too (cause even tho cass doesn't deal with the rage the same as Jay, she was still dipped in a lazarus pit[1] so her ecto is still fucked).

And sure, damian grew up around the pits so he too needs the extra bit of help with his stuff too, but i think Damian has the hardest time with this new brother having come to the family with mind control involved. Everyone else knows it wasn't on purpose and is very quick to forgive him but I think Damian has a harder time, especially adding in some jealousy about how easily Danny was accepted despite the mind control when it took years for everyone to accept him so thuroughly. (He gets it, especially with Tim, who he tried to kill multiple times, who still sometimes flinches if Damian startles him and mooves too sharply. He knows why it took a long time to he accepted and he doesn't resent any of them for it, but it doesn't stop him from being jealous at how easy it was for Danny to come into the fold. Im putting danny around 16 here, and damian is 13)

Jazz is more then forgiven for her optimism, but i think Danny is still a little upset with her. Not irrational, but i don't think he likes that he is, and therapy definitely helps with that.

The relationship dynamics within the waynes were still hella fucked when danny first appeared. Getting better, but still absolutely full of complex emotions and bitterness and anger and such. They all come together for Danny and it helps smooth out a lot of te awful, but i like the idea of there still being days where one or more of them have to leave because their arguing is doing more harm to Danny then good.

That first visit with frostbite? Definitely involved a lot of "our famil is a little fucked up, how should we expect this to effect his healing?" And jay and bruce have to speedrun a confrontation that they had been avoiding since tim pulled jason kicking and screaming back into the family by the back of the shirt.

Turns out Danny isn't the only one with a damaged core that needs family and love to heal. (As a halfa, jay's 2 obsessions are family and justice. It's part of why he is so adamant about being justified in killing the people that won't ever stop and that will never see any real consequences for what they do. Justice has to be served and if the legal system won't serve it then jason will).

[1]: side note, had the thought the other day: a popular thing to make the pits is blocked portals or pools of ecto on top of active cracks between dimensions, what if we combined that with the idea of PD slaughtering all halfas? The pits used to be stable, natural portals that were opened in just the right conditions that they resulted in the making of a halfa, and when that halfa was ended, it closed the portal but left a scar. The reason they are in easily concealable places is cause once the halfa was strong enough they were able to move their portal.

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

[swap-meetog]

Stolen Body, Stolen Confidence

My name is Seb, and I have pretty much the perfect life. I’m a senior in college and about to graduate with my degree in Communication. I have earned nothing less than straight As the entire time I’ve been a student here. My parents are both venture capitalists, so we have never wanted for anything a day in our lives. On top of having my school tuition paid for out-of-pocket, I get a generous monthly allowance that covers everything I could ever need, from the latest and most expensive clothes, to the cutting edge of technology, I own it all. I require only the best, after all, in order to look the part of the sexy billionaire heir. I make it a point to go to the gym every day after classes let out. In fact, this is a picture of me that I took earlier today at the university’s fitness center. I can outlift most of the people there, and I am easily able to run faster and longer than any of them. The gym is like my sanctuary. I’ve worked hard for my body, a body that anyone would be jealous of. Girls want to fuck me (trust me, I’ve had sex with more than my fair share of big-titted bimbos) and dudes want to be me.

This is (well… was) Aiden. Aiden and I have known each other since freshman year of college when we were unwitting roommates in the dorms. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice dude, it’s just that he was so scrawny and a little bit of a nuisance. All he ever wanted to do was play on his Xbox, eat increasingly gross and smelly snacks, and stay inside where he knew that he would never need to speak with anyone. He had the lowest amount of self-esteem that I had ever seen. Eventually, after weeks of trying, I managed to convince him to come to the gym with me. He only went once. That’s actually where this picture of him is from. He vowed to never show his face there again though, after he dropped the lowest possible setting on the weights and got laughed out of the room. I have to admit, even though I felt bad for the guy in that moment, I couldn’t help but join in on the rowdy chorus of gym bros guffawing at him as the weights clanged to the floor. I needed to save my reputation because they’d all seen me walk in with him and I couldn’t let anyone know that I was willing to stick up for a weakling like him. I should’ve said something. But, of course, I didn’t, and we all know that it only takes one mistake to haunt you for the rest of your life.

From that day on, Aiden resented me and the ground that I walked on. He grew ever distant, and ignored me even when we were in the room together. He was asleep when I got back from the gym in the evenings and gone for his classes by the time I woke up. He still came back during the day to unwind and play video games, but I was never around in the daytime anymore either, having just rushed and been pledged to the most prestigious and coveted, best fraternity on campus: Alpha Alpha Alpha. I think I caught him once at night, jerking off in his bed, moaning rather loudly and listening to two men have what sounded like pretty rough sex. I had no idea that he was gay! Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people, I just don’t get the appeal of it at all. I have access to the greatest array of women that anyone could ever want; there’s no way I’d give that up for a man! “Ha!” I involuntarily chuckled. He definitely heard me, though I didn’t wait to find out as I turned over in my bed and pretended to fall asleep. He turned the volume down but continued to watch it. Gross!

The awkwardness between us continued for the rest of the year, and after our second semester had ended, we went our separate ways for good.

Or so I thought.

—

It was a chilly, spring morning, almost three years since I’d last seen Aiden. I had gotten used to taking morning classes by now, something that would have been unthinkable as a freshman. I had forgotten all about Aiden, a man whose name never once crossed my mind. He, on the other hand, had obsessed over that moment in the gym and it had made him bitter. It created a fear in Aiden, so pervasive that there was no way he would feel comfortable enough to go to a gym again, for fear of further ridicule and mockery. The handful of times he tried, no matter where it was, he ended up having a panic attack and needing to go home. A lack of exercise, a poor diet and a sedimentary lifestyle playing video games took its toll. In a matter of months, Aiden went from 110 pounds soaking wet, to 200 on a good day. By this current year: our senior year of college, Aiden weighed almost 320 pounds of mostly all fat and no muscles.

The entire time he’d been gaining weight, he’d also been putting his advanced understanding of cellular biology to good use. He would spend hours in the school’s biology lab, working on a way to get back at me, the man who not only forced him to go to the gym in the first place, but who pretended to be his friend while so eagerly able to stab him in the back. He was mad at me — probably for good reason, and he let that anger drive him. It was because of me that no man wanted him sexually and nobody ever found him attractive. To him, it was all my fault that he was still a virgin and because of that, he would fantasize about dominating me with his pure size as he fapped his comparatively tiny penis over the top of his shelf of a belly.

Finally, on the first of April, Aiden, who was now more of a social recluse than ever, had a breakthrough. He created a serum to switch our bodies and steal my life. This was, in his mind so twisted by hate, the only way to get back at me for stealing what could’ve been the best years of his life.

I was walking to class, bundled up in a hoodie and an expensive pair of sweatpants, oblivious to the world and listening to a podcast blaring through the speakers of my AirPods. That’s why I didn’t see him as he crept up behind me and reached around me to spray me some sort of squirt bottle. I hardly even noticed as I fainted and fell backwards. Aiden caught me and dragged me into an empty building nearby as he waited for his infused formula to take effect.

—

Before long, I wake up with a killer headache. I had a hard time seeing at first, as my blurry vision came into focus. I tried, not once, not twice, but three times to sit up on the mattress I found myself on. For some reason, I just couldn’t manage to pull myself up. Was I too heavy? That can’t be right.

“Roll over onto your belly and bring your legs to the floor. Then push yourself up using your arms”. I hear a calm and cool voice come from somewhere in the room. It’s a voice that sounds eerily familiar.

I do what he tells me to. Not because I want to, but because it’s the only thing I can physically do to get up and gather my bearings. When I finally am able to look down, I see thick layers of fat all over my body. I’m paler than I have ever been, and there is a thick, pungent odor of sweat emanating from my armpits. I look over at the only other person in the room and I gasp! It’s me! But I’m me! Wait! There’s a mirror!

I gaze into the mirror and I see Aiden. For all of the fat he’s put on, his face is still recognizable and I also see the old him in my new eyes. I’m freaking out, when he and I parted ways, Aiden looked nothing like this. Now that he is me, I’m the one who looks like a monstrosity. I’m fat! Fatter than my old alpha body was even capable of being. I look over my shoulder in the mirror at my doppelgänger who is silently watching. It must be Aiden in there then. Somehow, this is all his fault.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I accuse him, with a threatening tone. It falls flat though, because there’s no way this body could intimidate my own. My old body has twice as much muscle and can probably move three times as effortlessly as I can now. I’m nothing, compared to him.

“Nothing that you didn’t do to yourself, Seb.” He flashes my million-dollar grin at me.

I feel a flash of anger erupt in my head and in my throat. I start to roar and I reach out to grab him to strangle him for stealing my hard earned body and leaving me with this mess of one. All of a sudden though, he snaps his fingers and I feel docile, unable to move or even speak. He knows he’s won as he reaches out and begins to rub my new, fatty body.

As he kneads my newfound skin and rubs my copious mounds of fat like a massage, I can’t believe the level of pleasure he’s giving me. It’s like an orgasm with each thrust of his manly hands. I find myself moaning and groaning in pure bliss as he makes me his plaything. Eventually, he speaks. I still can’t get over hearing my own voice talking to me, but it’s hard to even notice as I am overcome by lust. I look up at him and gulp, gosh I’m so handsome! Wait, it’s not gay to find yourself attractive right, even if you’re not exactly yourself?

“Listen Seb, your name is Aiden now. I’m not going to be giving your body back, ever, but I can make it so that you’re so sensitive that every single graze of even the lightest shirt fabric will make you keel over and cum on the spot. Would you like that? Would you like to feel like you’re feeling now, but at every single second of the day?” He asks me.

I don’t know if it was because I was extremely horny or if I actually wanted this, but I agreed with his question and he laughed an evil rumble at my ignorance.

“Excellent choice Aiden!” The new Seb yells at me, “From this moment on, you will be me: the biggest loser known to mankind. You will become overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure any time your skin is touched and you will never run low on sexual stamina. You will get off on being watched, in public, cumming into your shorts and you will never ever EVER be able to work off this fat or get fit again!” He’s moved his way down to my new dick and strokes it with expert-like movement.

I scream as cum erupts out of my way smaller dick. My old dick wasn’t even this small when it was flaccid. I learned later that as soon as I came, I became locked in this form forever. I would be nothing but a fat, beta, gay, bitch for the rest of my pitiful life. Aiden stole my body, my money, and my self-confidence. Now I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to leaving my new home and I haven’t stepped foot in my old sanctuary—the gym, since then. Though I have seen my old body, the former Aiden turned Seb, saunter in there confidently on more than one occasion during the past couple of months. I wish I had his swagger and confidence. Is it just me or is he looking bigger than ever?

Maybe I got what I deserved. If I hadn’t have shattered his ego, he would be doing the same thing he’s doing now, just in his own body and not mine. We might even still be friends. Instead, I can’t do anything but fantasize about Seb and his sexy body. Do you think he’ll let me worship his body if I ask nicely enough? Oh god!! I’m cumming! Already?

[asstrolo]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔

Sagittarius full moon version 🤪🤙🏻

These are channeled messages, which mean they are intuitive and I don't use tarot or any divination tool for it except my intuition~ i hope you liked these and they helped you somehow!

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mutable signs ↓

As of lately, the mutable signs have been feeling very overwhelmed by life and everything around them. You are overly sensitive and, in turns, you try to not show any emotion or reaction at all since you feel wary of other people and feel like you are exaggerating or that you are making a problem out of nothing. This message is specially important for mutable risings; you feel disconnected from people and push others aside, you might be dealing with something internally that you can't or feel like you can't tell anyone as they won't understand where you are coming from, and you don't like when people can't relate to you and vise versa. You are probably isolating yourself a lot from people right now, feeling like you are not going through your best moment and don't want friends and family to see you in that state, but happy and bubbly. It's better to go to someone you trust and tell them what you are going through and why you are feeling so bitter or sad or tired all the time, trying to pretend like you are happy it's not going to help.

things that might be relevant → surrounded by negative people, went through something traumatic in the past year, feeling better around animals, inability to talk about serious matters because you get emotional and start crying, a kpop idol (probably a girl) being your inspiration because they went through the same thing as you did, your family makes your issues smaller, color pink, purple and white, “i'm still standing, I'm trying my best”.

channeled song yay

fixed signs ↓

For the fixed signs it has been specially rough these past few years. You have been through a lot and, as you usually do, never tell people your issues or what you've been going through, this goes to fixed Risings specially; you were betrayed by your family or friends, somebody you trusted told lies/secrets about you to other's for their own gain and this marked you as a person, but you never really addressed this although it hurted you deeply, it was easier for you to deal with it alone, something you are still very much doing, this experience, even if it's been a long time ago, shaped the person you are today, it is almost impossible for you to trust people and have decided to stop caring, stop talking, socializing and stop getting involved with people. You are on a constant state of hopeless and pessimism, failing to see the good things you have in life, you are so focused on never going through what you went again that you are oblivious to all the opportunities being handed to you, if you'd just open up to new experiences and meeting new people, letting go of resentment and of past experiences that have nothing to do with your present.

things that might be relevant → hopeless, nihilism as you don't see a point in anything in life, trying to get better by pretending it didn't happen, easily irritable, being resentful or jealous of people and feeling guilty for it, anger issues, people hurt you the most because they know you can take it, groupchats with annoying people, color blue is important, number 111, ‘you like to act as if you cared about nothing, and if you carry on like that you are going to drown in the abyss you have imagined for yourself’.

channeled song yay

cardinal signs ↓

With the cardinal signs there's this constant need of something, and not knowing what exactly. You guys are trying everything you can come up with, different methods and ideas and the result is almost always still the same, this goes to cardinal Risings specially; you feel stuck no matter what you are doing, you might feel like you are standstill while everybody else is going somewhere and it's difficult to be objective, to think rationally. You are acting very impulsively as of lately, going after everything and thinking you will succeed even when you don't have a plan, then wonder why it's not working. Your issue right now is that you have poor time management and don't plan things ahead, you want to achieve everything quickly and never give it a second thought. It's important that you have patience this time and don't try to rush something that requires a slow process, that needs more thought and it's also important to know that you aren't a failure or unsuccessful because you move slower than others.

things that might be relevant → the more you try the farther away it is, your friends simply don't understand it, you can't see the bigger picture, worrying about the wrong things and leaving behind important ones, exhaustion, complete burnout, colors red and black are important, the number 333, forcing a plan to work out, ‘‘i can't help but want what doesn't want me back’’

channeled song yay

I'm sorry for putting famous tik tok songs, it will happen again

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I’m thinking about the idea that Philip tested glyphs on himself. Did that nutjob ever slap a fire glyph on his body and burst into flames??? He doesn’t seem to have any burn scars but we only see his arm, plus healing magic might’ve worked on him until it didn’t.

...But I’m also wondering if Philip actually tested this on others first, before applying it to himself; Because you gotta make ‘sacrifices’ after all, AKA sacrificial guinea pigs, meat shields to protect you from your own experiments. Which lends itself to some HORRIFYING scenarios like what I suggested above; Philip trying out different glyph combos to see which ones can safely harness a person’s body without hurting them.

And once he’s done? Philip probably killed any successful test subjects anyhow, to hide the evidence and keep the knowledge exclusive to himself. If I had to guess, Philip didn’t keep his ‘successful’ subjects around long enough to observe any long-term effects from the glyphs, impatient as he was for power; He immediately applied them to himself, and had to find out through himself what prolonged use entailed.

Which, you reap what you sow, you finally become a guinea pig after subjecting others to that. Philip really thought he could hide from the consequences of his experiments behind others forever... Haha, no. Regardless, he’d still blame wild magic for ‘tricking’ him, hiding its long term consequences so Philip would be duped into thinking these glyphs tattoos really are safe. Which for all we know, maybe this negative reaction is exclusive to Phil, given how the isles in general already rejects him.

That would imply that any test subjects would have made it out fine, which just makes Belos all the more bitter and resentful, jealous of these ‘special’ witches. It doesn’t help that this dude does not recognize where the distinction is between magic’s consequences and the will of the Titan; Which I guess makes sense since magic COMES from the Titan, but people still have plenty of magical agency and thus blame for spells that backfire. Given his Puritan beliefs, it might involve Philip’s idea of predestination he alludes to, and the idea that the will of God surely favors the righteous! But if the Titan doesn’t, then clearly it’s just wrong and Philip knows better than it.

[yesimwriting]

Corridor Moments

A/n this is a request from @mariannagris for a fic with the Darkling x Sun Summoner! reader where they're having a cute moment and then Zoya walks in and sees that they're together and gets jealous.

I'm working on a longer fic that should be up this weekend!! I'm working through a bunch of requests/updates rn I promise lol

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He's no longer guiding me, but he hasn't moved his hands away--one on my waist, one on my shoulder.

"Aleksander," I try to keep my tone casual, only hinting at a warning.

There's no way he misses it, but he still allows the hand on my shoulder to ghost across my collar before setting his palm on my cheek. "Yes, my sun?"

Before I can roll my eyes, he brushes his thumb across my cheek softly. His touch has started to become more casual, but I'm not sure the comfort it brings me will ever lose its novelty. I tilt my head slightly, leaning into his touch.

"We're not alone." The reminder is more for me than him. All of his actions are intentional, he knows the risks of his sudden bout of affection. "We may be in an empty hallway now, but we're not alone."

Aleksander leans forward slightly, forcing me to press my back into the wall to avoid melting into him. I don't miss his half-smile, a confident smirk breaking across his features. He knows what he's doing. "And what would we need to be alone for?"

The slightest hint of annoyance bubbles in my chest. For someone so determined, he enjoys playing coy more than he should. My lips part, prepared to call him out for his teasing, but Aleksander senses my hesitance like always. He leans forward again, this time pulling my chin up slightly so that our lips could brush together if I just inclined my head slightly.

The closer we get, the more I feel our distance. His eyes flicker downwards, focusing on the slight part of my lips. Aleksander angles his head downwards, allowing our lips to meet fully. Now that the barrier's been broken, I have no choice but to reciprocate with full force, my hands leaving his chest and finding their way into his hair. Aleksander's hands grab the collar of my kefta. He pulls me towards him sharply, as desperate as I am to eliminate space.

And then he pulls me away. I'm left pouting on instinct, lips slightly swollen and breathing a little uneven. "Easy," he chides, "We can't afford to get distracted."

I wrinkle my nose at him. He started this, pulling me out of the meeting under the ruse of important, private conversation. "And who's the one doing the distracting?"

Aleksander smiles fully. A real grin, the kind of grin that rivals any amount of sun I could ever produce. "You," he breathes, leaning in again and brushing his lips against my cheek, "Considering you won't leave my thoughts."

I let myself grin back, his unexpected softness an arrow that pierces through whatever's left of my composure. "You're awfully sentimental today."

He straightens slightly, expression still light. "Is that a bad thing?"

Squeezing the hand that he's placed on my waist, I beam at him. "Not bad at all--just different."

He's still looking at me with a fierceness that sometimes frightens me due to its wholeness, but something ancient and dark is settled behind his eyes. Something haunting that he won't let me help him with. I haven’t known him that long, but I’ve figured out that his affection is often a secret plea, a silent attempt to rid himself of darkness. What's the point of being able to summon the sun if you cannot banish the darkness that haunts those you care about? I raise his hand to my mouth, kissing each of his knuckles deliberately. He exhales at the contact, some sort of tension coiling in him at the chaste contact. 

I like us better when we’re alone. When he lets things like this slip from him as he tries to let my light in him. I could stay in this corridor forever with him. I could hold him by his hand to make sure he can’t slip away from me. 

Reality does not allow me to coddle my dreams. If I lose focus, he’ll be able to convince me to do anything--to forget my own name even. I drop my gaze to the hand I’m still holding, running my thumb along his knuckles. “We can’t--we can’t stay.” Not the truest sentiment--he can do whatever he wants. “I can’t stay.” The correction leaves me bitter. “Not for long.” The addition only softens the harsh edge of reality slightly. “People are already starting to think you’re extending favoritism towards me.” 

Aleksander lifts the hand I’m holding, taking my hand with him. He turns my hand over before placing a kiss on my palm. The contact is warm and fleeting and I’m powerless against the sentiment it stirs. “And this isn’t favoritism?” 

I roll my eyes, his warm breath is still against my skin. “That depends--am I your favorite?” 

His hold on my hand tightens slightly. “You already know the answer.” I let the corner of my mouth twitch upwards. Aleksander has already offered me more than I expected today, but it’d still be nice to hear him say it. “You, my darling, my sun, will always be my favorite.” 

I beam a little easier, warmth expanding in my chest. Still, the feeling isn’t enough to burn through all of my reluctance. His affection stems from the fact that he believes me to be his salvation. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me. How else could i have won his affections? 

“It’s easy to favor a Sun Summoner,” the response is soft, a bit of forced teasing edging my words. 

His eyebrows draw together as his hold on my hand tightens, turning from a gentle squeeze to a desperate grab. “Sun Summoner or not, no one else has ever held my favor the way you do.” Aleksander leans towards me again, the comforting heat of his breath on my cheek. “And no one ever will.” 

I’m reduced to nothing more than happy neediness, letting him cup my face and pulling me towards him. His lips meet mine with a desperate understanding that’s both bruising and coddling. Aleksander’s teeth graze my bottom lip, testing waters that are unfamiliar between us. I reciprocate, pushing even closer to him. He pushes us backwards, pressing me against the wall as he moves his attention away from my lips and down my jaw, leaving a trail of hot skin wherever his lips brush. 

“Aleksander,” I breathe, placing a hand on his chest, “Meeting--we need to--” 

He pulls away just enough to let me feel his grin, “That can wait.” 

“They’ll think things,” Despite my warning, Aleksander doesn’t pull away, his fingertips brushing against my collar. “They’re waiting,” he sighs against my hair, still careless, “Alina--she’s waiting...” He continues to touch me like I’m an illusion of the light. “And--” He smiles at my waning resolve, attempting to move forward to silence the last of my protests with a kiss. 

I turn my head, suppressing a reluctant laugh at his carelessness. Aleksander is not discouraged, pressing a kiss against my cheek. Shifting my gaze while placing my hand on his chest to make it easier to push him off fo me, I freeze. He must feel my new stiffness, because Aleksander pauses against me.  

Zoya. She’s standing at the entrance of the corridor, watching us--watching me--with such a sharp look of ill-defined displeasure I’m surprised I’m not physically withered by it. Awkwardness and something akin to guilt leave me blind as I try to create space between me and the unbudging General. Does he not see her? 

“Yes?” His voice leaves goosebumps against my skin--not an ounce of shame, but not a drop of that easy-going softness either. He’s General Kirigan again--sharp and incapable of shame or regret. He’s in complete control, all the power in the world is at the fingertips that are still on my skin. 

Zoya’s expression does not waver, eyes still locked on me. “Those in the meeting were beginning to worry, but I see that you’re occupied.” I was wrong. She’s not staring at me, she’s staring through me--like I’m nothing more than a thin curtain on a cloudless day during high noon. “I’ll inform the others.” 

“You’ll inform them of nothing I don’t approve of.” He’s fierce, the threat of venom apparent in each syllable. “And it’d do you well to meet the Sun Summoner’s gaze with a little more respect.” 

I’m quick to grab his forearm, desperate to articulate how much I’d rather him not pick this fight--not when most can barely stand me, not when the more I think of Zoya’s look I realize any bitterness towards me is something else. Not hatred, no--resentment. The kind of resentment that’s only ever a byproduct of something else. If I was bolder, I’d assume it a look of jealousy--maybe not over the man, but the attention and praise received for being nothing more than new and shiny. Her eyebrows knit together as Aleksander’s hold on me adjusts slightly. Okay, maybe the fact that I’m with Aleksander has something to do with it--but it has to be more than that. Her dislike of me, her constant myriad of comments and looks all points to a jealousy much more bitter than that of someone love sick. 

If something in her has been broken over time here, time around Kirigan and his pension for manipulating that I am not blind to and my presence and joy is a reminder of that, than I can bear her hatred. “She was looking at me normally.” Before he can challenge me, I move his hands off of me gently and slip away from between him and the wall. 

I guess that’s what it takes for him to understand that I mean it, Aleksander straightens and takes a step forward. His eyes linger on me as he walks forward. I stay a few steps behind him, a pathetic attempt to cling to any kind of properness I can manage. 

“If I were you, I’d at least comb your hair with your fingers before entering that room again unless you’d like to announce yourself as a form of entertainment.” 

Being a decent person is nauseating sometimes. “And take the fun out of it for you?” 

I don’t wait for her reply, moving down the hall to catch up with Aleksander. Still, when I’m no longer next to Zoya I brush my fingers through my hair in hopes of correcting any damage she’s created. Maybe I should be more worried. Maybe I should care about the opinions of others more. But every reason to stay away from Aleksander entirely feels so small. I’m not naive enough to fall blindly, but the thing about being a Sun Summoner is that you can bring light with you, no matter how dark the path you chose is. 

I watch Aleksander as he places a hand on the door to the room. He offers me one last, genuine smile. His path isn’t as dark as he wants it to seem, and even if it is, I don’t care. 

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

The reason it takes so long for Infected Moon to process some things is the same reason he gets angry so quickly; He’s tired. Being an animatronic, most things can function fine without sleep and unlike a human he will not go insane from that much sleep deprivation.

This thought was inspired by something I read earlier, but it might also be the reason why he is so destructive when emotional. He doesn’t know how to handle his emotions properly without Suns help, and he’s so tired that instead of bottling it up- which isn’t a good idea but still- he just explodes in rage. And he does it at the littlest things. Sometimes just being in the naptime area sets him off, because he gets insanely jealous. Not only because he hates that naptime is cancelled, but also because- as petty as it seems- he’s massively resentful whenever he sees someone actually asleep in there. The thought that people sleep in that room angers him because yes, it’s a very soothing comforting room that makes even him tired, but he can’t sleep and something about those two aspects just drives him insane. Not that he’s any better in his and Suns bedroom. 

Sun has always had more pictures hanging up on his side of the room then Moon, but it particularly bothers Infected Moon. Seeing those pictures makes his jealousy spike massively and usually Sun is the one to pay for it, so he ended up taking down the drawings. Still, whenever he sees a drawing either made for Sun or himself, he remembers that bitter jealousy and gets enraged again. 

His temper is, essentially, akin to a toddler throwing a tantrum because they don’t know how to express how they feel in a more constructive way mixed with a toddler throwing a fit because they’re cranky and need a nap.

Just... more destructive and he doesn’t get the much needed nap. 

Its an issue y/n would probably run into almost immediately, as well as anyone else who tries to interact with him long term. Anything comforting or nice makes him angry and he ends up destroying them, except for his comfort items. Those being his plush Sun, his music box, and his favorite blanket. He could never risk destroying those in his anger, he would be really sad if he did. But being in a relaxed environment for too long makes him tired.

Y/n found this out when watching a movie with him, as he started to slip and then seemed to get paranoid and nervous about it (scared of getting in trouble).

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Jealousy, Jealousy | Not Rated | 1163 words 

Harry gets jealous when James Corden hold his Louis in his lap and pets him on the Late Late Show. He shows Louis who he belongs to and takes care of him.

2) The X-Factor Judge | Explicit | 1635 words 

Harry watches the X-Factor and gets jealous about Brendan jumping on Louis. When Louis gets home Harry reminds him whom he belongs to. 

3) Didn’t Know You Had It In You | Explicit | 1807 words 

Harry sleeptalks and reveals his kinks which Louis is more than happy to try out.

4) Mine | Explicit | 1979 words 

"So you been single for a while now?" Louis gulped as the vibrator slowed down sending a thankful look to Harry before glancing back at the interview who was looking at him with great interest,

"Uhhh yeah," he replied keeping his answer short and brief. He straightened his back shuffling slightly on his chair as the vibrator shifted inside of him hitting his prostate causing him to let out a small gasp as grimaced at the interviewer who just grinned back. She must be an excellent actress or just stupidly oblivious.

5) In The Moment | Explicit | 2611 words 

Note: This is part 2 of this series.

Where it's their first time and Harry is being all fluffy and encouraging Louis to say his name and other dirty stuff?

6) Salvation Under My Breath | Not Rated | 2858 words 

Louis is pregnant...

...and Horny

7) The Sight of You Brings Forth a Peace In Me | Mature | 3254 words

Louis loses inspiration and goes on a nature walk to find some. The inspiration takes shape in the form of Harry. 

8) Put Your Sweet Lips On My Lips | Explicit | 3435 words 

Note: Part one of this fic is #23 on this list. 

Adjusting to one another’s life came as naturally as the sun rising in the morning and brightening the sky, chasing away the darkness that had dared to lurk in its absence. They did not side step each other, did not second guess their instincts once they were finally together. It was the crash of roaring waves - reckless in their paths - but upon meeting had unified into calm waters in the vast sea.

Living with Harry was like a breath of fresh air. In all his years, Louis had never felt alive. He supposed there was some credit to be given to how devoted Harry was to him. The man would rather step in a raging fire than let him suffer even a trace amount of agony.

9) Fuck U (Even) Betta | Explicit | 3568 words 

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Harry had sensed Louis was getting antsy all day, prodding and poking at Harry’s psyche like a game of mental whack-a-mole, trying to find that one thing that would flip the switch and push Harry over the edge. Even after all these years Louis still thinks he can get a rise, that he can in any way control the scenario. He couldn’t be more wrong.

10) We Act Like Nothing Is Wrong To Avoid What’s In Front of Us | Mature | 4179 words 

Louis sends nudes meant for Harry to the wrong person on accident. Harry finds out. Rough sex ensues.

11) Love's First Bite | Explicit | 6135 words 

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/Zayn.

For Zayn, love was never a part of life’s equation, not when you’re considered a lowly vampire while working in the Vampire’s royalty club, Love’s First Bite. He’s bitter and resentful and sees no point in looking into his past or future. But when Zayn saves a human named Louis, it all changes. He finds something special in him and, more importantly, someone worth giving up everything he holds dear.

12) Your Blueberry Eyes | Mature | 6154 words 

Louis tattoos and Harry falls for blues.

13) Blow Me Away | Explicit | 6471 words 

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

14) Thank You For This Prom Night | Not Rated | 6554 words 

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

It's Prom Night. Stuff happens.

15) Can We Make It Anymore Obvious? | Explicit | 6628 words 

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

16) It's The Way You Love (I Gotta Give It Back To You) | Explicit | 8153 words 

Stretching, Louis finally pulled the duvet aside and let his feet fall onto the plush rug at his feet. Louis lived for soft, comfortable, plush things. From the fairy lights and fake plants to his plush robe and thick socks, everything in Louis’ little one bedroom apartment was carefully catered to his whimsical and soft aesthetic.

17) My Eyes Want You More Than A Melody | Explicit | 8315 words 

Harry’s brain is short-circuiting at an absolutely awful time, the more expressive side of him is falling to pieces for some reason. The only responses he can give are venerated vibrations and nods, the feeling of Louis’ sweaty skin sliping him further into nothingness. Lightly dewy thighs, so muscular and plush— his lips feel just the same, so dangerously soft, a devious intention lying behind it all. “You’d do anything for me,” Louis mumbles, teeth tugging on Harry’s bottom lip, eyes dragging from his sinfully pink mouth when he lets it go to his hooded green eyes. “Isn't that right, daddy?” Harry whimpers— something that’s so foreign to him— but nods, trailing his hands up his shaved thighs, fingertips passing the hem of the dress.

18) Running Is Different Than Going | Explicit | 9018 words 

Note: The pairing is Louis/OMC.

On the run, the last thing Michael expects from a stranger is help. Louis offers him everything he needs so he can keep running, but makes it harder than ever to continue doing so.

19) Quarantine, Baby! | Teen & Up | 9615 words 

Note: There is no smut, but it contains mpreg Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup. 

When Harry and Louis get a little too bored in quarantine, they turn to each other for some x-rated entertainment. Then, what starts as a COVID-scare, turns out to be something completely different.

20) Effervescent Horizons | Not Rated | 10676 words 

Note: This is part 6 of this series. There is also no smut, but it contains mentions of bottom Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup. 

They go to college together!

21) Moments | Explicit | 10726 words 

Looking back, Louis should’ve known that the universe likes to fuck with idiots like him who think they’ve got it all sorted.

Looking back, he should’ve known that the minute he relaxed and let his guard down, when he thought things were going smoothly, that’s when it would hit him.

Looking back, he should’ve known to be on the lookout for a curveball.

He just hadn’t accounted for that curveball to have long legs, green eyes, and dimples; a curveball named Harry Styles.

22) The Blood Is Rare (And Sweet As Cherry Wine) | Explicit | 14270 words 

Note: The sequel to this fic is #8 on this list. 

"Officer, I see you're giving away my secrets already," Harry said as he entered the room.

"It's hardly a secret," Louis accepted the delicate glass, cutting a glance at the man when the underlying scent hit him, "A little early to indulge in such things, isn't it?"

"You've had a long morning, I'm sure. Merely looking after your health, Officer," Harry smiled.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that."

"Someone has to."

23) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76174 words 

Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.

24) Truth Behind Golden Eyes | Explicit | 228727 words 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

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