#i feel awful like. just everything is fucking bad

[mihii-i]

I want your love, and I want your revenge.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, mild angst, trust issues initually, wlw, reference to older valentines day in 17th century britain, I have no fucking clue if they had months we have today in the edo period but I put it anyway, fluffy, mikio (yes he’s a trigger warning fuck that ho), mizu is kinda traumatized..(obviously), girls kissing oh no whatever shall we do, oh no girls makng out actually I know I’m so evil, not proofread.

A/N: valentines day special yippeee (I hate all the happy couples enjoying this fuckass holiday yes I’m salty /hj) anyway obviously this is based off of bad romance by lady gaga if you didn’t know that im..worried. jk no judgement but I lowkey am judging 🕯️

Devoid.

Every drop of the love she had received washed away in the tempestuous hate of the ocean, swallowing up any semblance of adoration once claimed as her own. Any happiness that crept into Mizu’s life sank its fangs of euphoria into her heart, a sickening illusion that made her believe she was truly happy, before it subsided to give way to the nauseous poison of betrayal, jabbing into her over and over like the stab of a naginata.

The distasteful agony resided in her tongue for all it was worth whenever she found herself basking in even the most minute sense of comfort, an uneasy twinge of caution bubbling up within her chest whenever she drooped herself into the snug warmth of your arms. Of course, knowing about her dreaded late husband, you made it a priority to firmly assert how she deserved to be treated, frequently showering the warrior in adoration and tender gestures ghosted along her calloused skin. Night after night, uneven breaths racked the initially silent atmosphere, followed by a drilling shiver vibrating against your body flush to hers.

It wasn’t uncommon for Mizu to have nightmares. Clearly she was uneasy of her situation several times, even sinking into your grasp in an attempt to seek comfort never alleviated the fear plaguing her mind, along with Mikio’s old words gnawing at the confines of her skull like a curse cast upon her.

You are a monster.

Mizu wished she could just cut them out with her blade as quickly as she cuts down her enemies, a single slash wiping out any of her worries or problems that wreck her from the inside out. Yet she couldn’t help that uneasy feeling that killed her inside that partnered with the gentle fuzzy feeling, which couldn’t go unnoticed without its violent, tempestuous storm as an acquaintance.

She couldn’t help but feel awful at the anxious feeling twisting in a knot in her belly whenever you showered her with your love—you cared so much, yet she couldn’t bring herself to give in and trust you fully, not after she had been broken once, soul shattered across the floor in striking shards. Despite the swirling confliction nagging at her, Mizu felt…confused. She wanted to push you away, she didn’t think she was ready for love. She didn’t know if she ever would be again, despite engraving her mark on you as her girlfriend.

At the same time, your touch was a lifeline of sorts to her, the only ground to grip onto without descending into madness throughout the course of her grueling quest of revenge. So many emotions assaulted her at once, leaving her in a flurry of confusion within the bloodlust that initially drove her to this path of contempt. Mizu couldn’t help but want everything from you, even though her feelings scrambled and clashed with one another in confusion, like the familar scrape and clashed of metal against one another which she recalled from being a swordsmith’s apprentice under Eiji.

On one hand, she wanted to push you away for the sake of her goal, she couldn’t afford to be consumed by the lies of love again, could she? On the other, she desired to merge her heart with yours as the familar sensation of joy crashed over her like a tidal wave with you.

She wanted your ugly, and your disease.

She wanted your drama, and the touch of your hand.

“Mizu..?”

“Hm?”

Mizu’s head perked up as her name slipped off your tongue, sky blue eyes fixed on your features as her thick eyebrows crowned the heavy lidded eyes decorated with stress lines slanting from her nose down. Her tall frame lay huddled within your grasp, head gently lifting off the ridges of the tatami mat as the cool air batted against the thin walls, enough to feel the frost chipping away at the little warmth fostered in the room you two lay in. Honestly, it wasn’t an inn, so you were skeptical as to how it could be safe, yet your girlfriend insisted that it was secluded, as well as comfortable to lay in for a bit.

Eyes drifting to the thin sheet of paper splayed along the floorboards, you glanced curiously at the tattered golden sheet with a few strokes and splotches of ink dotted onto it, only seeing the bold black strokes of the date imprinted onto it.

February 14th, 1657.

Still winter. Spring should be coming soon.

You turned over to the quiet woman snuggled up to your side, relaxing your active sights upon seeing her wide eyed and blanked out. Poor samurai was practically traumatized from the shit she’s been through, and you don’t blame her one bit. Always, you tried your best to keep Mizu comfortable around you, not pushing her to do anything and squeezing her in a lowly attempt to even try and heal any of the lifelong wounds that were carved into her both physically and mentally.

Recalling a small rumor you overheard, your shoulder gently rubbed along Mizu’s to catch her attention with a little nudge, to which you succeeded, watching deadpan eyes flicker over to you.

“Hey, you know that in Britain, they have this thing today where they exchange letters to people they care about.” You remarked, earning a scoff from Mizu as she dug her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Why should we care about what they do?”

You blinked, shrinking back a bit out of guilt.

Right, you almost forgot the source of her disdain. The very part of herself she hated.

Yet you couldn’t see the problem, you loved every part of her, monstrous or not.

“Please? It seems like a sweet way to show love.”

Mizu only breathed out an exasperated sigh in response, seemingly tightening her grasp onto the lapels of your shirt almost desperately. It continued to eat away at her. Scrambling drags of her thoughts similar to that of a brush forcefully twisted into a paper, seeping through into a small hole from the unbearable pressure of the ink bleeding through from the opposing nature clawing at her once more.

Perhaps her decision could have been definite from the way she adored these little moments of yours, irises clouding with a softened hint of fondness for your quirks and habits whenever you lay beside her like this. Despite the words repeating over and over, the definite decision of her love for you still upheld a barrier that Mizu feared for, especially concerning your precious life she even subconsciously nurtured in her palms to keep safe.

Countless enemies tailed her back, and she was aware. She always knew this risk would circle around to lunge back at her, yet she never expected your presence to serve as the only fleeting light that held her together. The only person that grasped her hand tightly in her sleep to keep her safe in the mental vulnerability she faced in her unguarded state where she lay.

You were a new priority for her, one she swears to protect now, even at the risk of deserting her goal.

Yet you were a criminal as long as you were hers.

The dimly lit atmosphere casted a gentle glow against both of your bodies pressed against each others, the little dances of orange from the wavering candle illuminating Mizu’s sharp complexion. A smile stretched your lips as you brushed the little stray strand dangling from her hairline out of the way to fix your gaze onto her own, those gorgeous blue eyes locking onto yours like a hunter. What you felt for Mizu only reminded you of those exaggerated plays that emphasized so heavily on the beauty of love, despite even a scrap of said emotion being nothing but a far fetched dream in the demeaning society that you resided within.

However, who else could kiss away any worry you had and engulf you in the protective embrace of tender love? Perhaps the plays weren’t so exaggerated, and simply a rare find that not many had the fortune of stumbling upon. And you had in fact, struck gold when you folded yourself in Mizu’s embrace.

Silence accompanied by heavy breathing lingered within the atmosphere as you couldn’t brush off Mizu’s body pressed achingly close to yours, the gentle fans of warm air colliding against the skin of your throat as a breathy exhale of contentment spilled out of you. Hand circling her waist, you brushed along the topknot that bundled her hair up neatly, harping your pointer finger along the dark strands as she hummed in contentmet against your throat in a sequence of gentle vibrations coursing against your skin.

“Mizu..you know I love you right?”

Despite the countless times you’ve said it, she never took it seriously. You were gonna leave just like Mikio did, right? But her breath hitched at the velvety words sliding so naturally from your tongue once more. Something felt..different this time. It could be the fact that she was unusually close to you, or far more desperate for your comfort than usual as she sought your touch like a woman starved.

Mizu drew in a quick breath, before following up with a nod, her thumb rubbing in gentle circles along your torso and waist where her arms were quickly draped, opening her mouth to finally speak.

“I..think I love you too. (Name).”

She paused briefly, before continuing in a now more wobbly voice, partially from her exhaustion.

“But..I hope you know I’m on the path of revenge. Being with me isn’t a safe option, so are you sure you want to love me..?”

With that sweet glare of adoration pierching her own eyes, your hand smoothed along her skin, dragging against her cheek as you pressed your palm against the bone. Parting your lips slightly, you delved in to hover your enticing emotion over hers, waiting for any response and prepared to back away at any moment in the scenario that this isn’t what she wanted. But alas, that thought brushed away once Mizu’s nose bumped against yours when she leaned in, gesturing you to kiss her. To which you did.

Lips fitted against hers snugly, you swallowed up her mouth shoved to yours sloppily as she savored the intensity of the kiss moistening the chapped ridges of her bottom lip. Mizu carefully adjusted to the feeling that felt unfamilar—likely from the fact that she hadn’t done it in a while. Strangely, it felt..better with you, compared to him. The softer intakes of breath, the sweet gasps that left your lips, alongside the lack of rough energy Mikio had when he kissed her serving as a far more pleasant experience in this moment where she made out with you.

No, forget about him. Mizu just wanted to think about you right now, her mind flitting to the burning heat of the current passion swallowing you two in a breathless entanglement. Fuck, she loved you so much. It shouldn’t have taken so long to come to that conclusion as she pulled back, eyes hazy as she stared over your glossed lips.

But..her revenge would maybe drive you away..?

And as if you read her mind, you planted another kiss atop her nose, sweeping away the worries that clouded her mind so effortlessly as you whispered near her ear.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge.”

A/N: OKAY IM A LITTLE SICK RN AND MY THROAT SUCKS BOOTYCHEEKS SOOO IM SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE VALENTINES DAY MAY BE OVER FOR SOME OF YALL.

BUT ALSO I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A PART 2 ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS AND ITS PLANNED TO BE NSFW BUT I WILL ONLY POST IT IF YALL ARE OKAY WITH A VALENTINES AIMED FIC AFTER VALENTINES DAY.

If that’s what yall want it’ll likely be out by tmrw

anyway I will never not brag about this shirt yippee I love my wife mizu

[biibini]

you got me so soaked ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

can mizu handle all that?

tags: modern!mizu x f!reader, reader tries on lingerie, mdni pls, 18+, no plot just suggestive p0rn, reader got that body tea (bc ur body tea! i’m not kidding ik yall r baddies), foreplay, lacy lingerie, begging, pathetic, reader lowk dom, down bad mizu, smut smut and more smut, mizu nation rise up!

a/n: happy valentines day <3 some of the narration is influenced by gossip girl… i’ve been binging it and i’m now on s4 :P

Welcome to… Can Mizu Handle That? With your host, me aka bini!

Today, let’s test Mizu’s abilities in handling all of that, aka you in lingerie!

-ˏˋ⋆ Let the games begin! ⋆ˊˎ-

Behind curtain #1 is the first set: a sheer maroon red babydoll top with a big, black bow holding up the dress in the middle. the fabric flows out from the bow, revealing the lower parts of your stomach, teasing the rest behind the thin fabric. a simple lacy black pantie with a small, matching maroon red bow in the middle is paired with the top. your sheer thigh highs match the set, with black lace trim barely touching your panties, as if the whole set flowed down.

Let’s open curtain #1–

Oh dear.

It appears the sweet girl melted at the sight of you.

Mizu eyes slowly make their way down, her body stepping closer to yours. Her lightly calloused hands outline your figure. You feel the warmth of her palms burning past the thin fabric. Her grasp tightens right above your hips. Her lips find themselves against yours, slowly making their way down to your collarbones, leaving a pathway of deep, maroon marks to match your top.

Taken aback by her grasp, you try to pull away, attempting to gain control of the her hypnotization. But instead, she pulls you closer, leaving minimal space for you to escape her grasp.

The black ribbon in front of her teased her, letting her know that behind the black satin was your skin, soft and malleable.

Mizu gently tugs on the black ribbon, letting the ribbon loosen. She watched like a hawk as the babydoll top loosened against your figure. She was one step away from ripping the fabric apart.

It’s not like its made of steel.

“May I? Please?”, she quietly asked, holding back every bit of her that wished to ravish you all night.

Oh Mizu, little did you know there’s more to come…

We now have curtain #2 showcasing our second set: A purple lace set, mimicking a butterfly’s wings, matching with a luxurious sheer robe with a purple feather trim. The lace pattern reminds you of a rose garden, a repeated pattern of flower. The cut of your panties may start high waisted. But, a few holes provide easy access. Technically, you’re covered up, but one bend over reveals everything.

Be careful of the sweet honey you drop, reader. Mizu’s coming for the nectar.

Mizu spins you around, her jaw in awe of the beauty in front of her. She can’t help but pull the delicate robe off of you. Disrobing you at such an egregiously slow yet satisfying pace was a service she could barely handle.

Her hands reach out to feel the lacy bra barrier between her and your bare skin. In front of her laid a small hook, carefully hidden away from plain sight.

Did I not mention earlier that the hook is placed at the front?

Oops…

Your breath hitches as Mizu unhooks the bra. The warmth of her breath drives you crazy, feeling the heat from a few inches away. You hear your heart beat of your drum thumping loudly in your ear, anticipating what Mizu’s next move was.

You hear her curse under her breath.

“Fuck…”

All you could do was smile at her reaction, knowing more to what meets the eye.

“You like this one?”, you tease, guiding her hands down your figure, cupping her hand to the shape of your chest.

Mizu hummed in delight, taking in every curve and dip of your body. She can never resist you.

You sit her down at the edge of the bed (surprise! we always come prepared at this show) and positioned yourself in front of her. Typically, the roles would be reversed as she would be the one to cater to your every wish. But this set brought out a bolder, confident side of you.

Maybe it was the robe that did it…

As her hands continued to follow your guidance, you pulled her left hand closer to your unguarded entrance, circling around the lace edge. You feel Mizu’s fingers tremble beneath you, coated from your dripping liquid. Before she can go any further, you pull her hand away to take a step back.

Her flushed face spoke many words that could be later whispered into the night. It isn’t long before she falls on her knees, working her way up, kisses planted up your inner thighs. You widen your legs, allowing her to get closer to your aching entrance.

Does she wish to eat you out? Yes.

Do we have time for that today? Unfortunately, no.

Off to the next one!

Behind curtain #3 is an angelic two-piece: a lacy white bra held by two pink ribbons paired with short white bloomers to match. The kicker was a lacy garter belt by your left thigh with a small pink bow at the front. Alongside the garter were white sheer knee high lace socks with a simple ruffled trim. Altogether, the set made you look soft, romantic, almost fragile.

Mizu definitely didn’t wish to ruin this one. She wishes to worship every piece that touched your body.

You watch her eyes linger at your figure, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. She wonders how she got so lucky.

Mizu’s hands reach out. However, they hover right above your waist, hesitating to connect with your body. You look into those deep ocean eyes of hers, now deep in concentration.

Be careful Mizu. Something so alluring and angelic can have a devilish plan up their sleeve.

“Honey, it’s okay”, you pleasantly reassure, pulling her hands to your waist.

Her hands followed suit as you let go. She starts to gently caress you, keeping in mind the soft fabric between her palm and your skin. From your breasts to following down your spine, she pulls you close for a soft longing kiss.

You wrap your arms around her neck, guiding you two towards the bed. Before you can sit down, Mizu whispers in your ear.

“Let me hold you close.”

Before you know it, her arms hook under your legs. To her, carrying you is the easiest thing in the world. Her lips interlock with yours, soft yet so needy at the same time. She holds you upright as she crawls onto the bed, laying you down gently. As she crawls on top of you, you push her off, reclaiming a bit of dominance.

“I need you to…” you breathily say, coming up for air.

Mizu leans back with her mouth slightly agape, listening to whatever came out of your mouth. (a/n: blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff).

“To?”

You place your right leg in front of Mizu, hinting at the knee high socks.

“To take these off of me… Please…”

Mizu sat down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to her. Her hands reached to the edge of your right sock, dragging the thin fabric down to reveal the rest of your leg. The heat from the palms of her hands warmed you up. Her hands couldn’t help but grasp a little, especially when tugging it off.

“Be gentle!”, you tease, a light-heartedness found in your voice.

She smiled in response before kissing down your right leg, making you breathily moan.

Mizu then moved onto your left leg, noticing the garter belt by your thigh. Her hands trickle upwards, your breath hitching from the pleasure.

“And this too?”, she questioned in a sweet tone, looking up at you.

You nod in response, meeting her gaze. Before noticing the blush on her cheeks, she looks down at the decoration, carefully loosening the tie of the pink ribbon. With a delicate hand, she unties the garter and places it next to you, leaving a kiss on your thigh. She continues her work below, stripping away the other sock. You feel every kisses on the trail she left behind, from your thigh to your ankle.

You come back close to her, lifting her face to meet yours. You find her eyes gazing back at yours, filled with need.

Dare I say, almost pathetic.

With your thumb, you gently caress her flushed cheek, reassuring her work was done.

“Good job baby.”, you praise, planting a kiss on her lips once again.

You would think she would stay obedient for her gorgeous girlfriend.

It’s bold of you to assume such.

It didn’t take long for Mizu to pounce over you, feeling up every curve of your body. Her lips found their way down your neck, leaving wet kisses by the nape. You moan into her ear every time she nibbled at the sensitive skin.

Her hands reached up and down, pulling on the pink ribbons to loosen the bra, freeing your breasts. You feel her cup them, squeezing the soft mounds with little restraint.

“Is this a good job too, princess?”

Mizu quickly places her mouth on your boob, sucking at the soft skin, making you yelp out a “yes” in response.

“Good.”

Maybe I should’ve warned you first… Oops!

Final consensus:

-ˏˋ⋆ Mizu really can handle all that! ⋆ˊˎ-

[sugarcubeindulgent]

Would like to hear more about the guys as dads now

the members and fatherhood.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. fluff. abuse. neglect.

a/n: thank you for the request, anon!

bill dickey ; a part of bill has always wanted to be a father. not because of any selfless reason but because of two reasons. one, to shove it in his own father’s face that he was a better father and two, to be able to craft and mold someone by a means of projecting onto that child. bill would absolutely despise having a daughter, he’d have to make himself view women as anything but reciprocals and he’d refuse to do that so if his child was a girl – he wouldn’t stick around. however, if he had a boy, he’d project everything bad. his misogynistic beliefs, the idea that those that are kind are just waiting to slit your throat, etc. i do believe he’d never hit his child or even scream at them, just a feeling. but he’d definitely threaten them with hurting them.

josh levy ; a good father who’s always wanted kids. he’d show interest in whatever his child liked. i think he’d actually prefer having a baby girl because he’d have to get over his misogyny and sexism. would spoil his child and there’d be no limits as to what the child could do. he’d be very loving and present but i do think he’d pass on his unfortunate beliefs of life. “not being first is being last”, “if at first you don’t succeed, give up”, etc. etc. though, overall, he’d be a good dad just prone to shouting at his kids when he reaches his breaking point but he’d never smack them or anything. maybe a light swat on the hand before giving them whatever they wanted.

pete dinunzio ; a horrible father. don’t get me wrong, i share the unpopular opinion that he wouldn’t be an absent father. no, pete would step up and be a father whether or his own volition or his family forcing him – he would be there. but that’s not necessarily a good thing. shouting, hitting, grabbing – his idea of discipline would be rough love (though he’d be way more gentle with a baby girl) and his lessons to his kids would be awful. a girl would get “don’t be a skank (like your mother)”, “your job is to get married ‘an have kids” and to a boy it’d be “women are all sluts and whores, don’t trust them.” and “be a man, don’t ever cry – only get pissed off.”. he’d be a bad father, but i think he’d at least not smack around a baby girl.

jerry stokes ; absent! i honestly don’t believe jerry would ever want kids in any capacity. he’d probably be too worried about fucking them up, accidentally raising his children to be people like the friends he once had. and i don’t think he’d want a child to be dependent on him, he probably really fucking likes his freedom. he’d definitely offer whoever got pregnant money monthly but he’d want to pretend the whole accident didn’t exist whatsoever past the day a month when he sends a payment.

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

@starcrests asked:

Is there anything I should know if I just got sent to this world a few hours(?) ago?

Holy shit hi uh

Find a place to live. It doesn’t have to be permanent. In fact, don’t count on it being permanent.

Looks like you’re already connected to the internet so that’s good. Look at a map, figure out where you are in the world.

Think about what you can remember. Most fallers (documented here and at home anyway) lose a significant amount of their memories. I still don’t know why I didn’t?? Could be that I fell artificially.

Get an ID. You are going to want to legally exist if you’re going to be trapped in another dimension. Depending on where you are this might take a while. Figure out if you need more than just an ID card or paper of some kind, too. It’s different in different places. You’ll need that to open a bank account and other important things like get a job if they do background checks. The paperwork is worth it. Even if it’s weird when you come up as having no background and you have to explain your situation and see if there are recorded instances of falling in your universe because otherwise you might just not be believed which sucks major ass. Happened to my partner.

GET A JOB. You will want an income as soon as possible for things like buying food and paying rent if you’re not lucky enough to find someone who will let you crash on their couch for free.

Edit: BUY YOURSELF COMFORTABLE CLOTHING. YOU ARE GOING TO WANT A CHANGE OF CLOTHES. It’s easier if you’re wearing clothes you LIKE that are COMFORTABLE. Treat yourself you deserve it you literally just lost everything.

Basically take it as if you’re moving to another region. It will be extremely fucking stressful and you will feel lost and alone and like nothing matters and you will want to give up because honestly it’s a fucking bleak situation. Falling is scary and honestly? Bad. Bad experience. Really bad. Try to make the most of it?? I guess??? Maybe try to take it as a fresh chance??

Let yourself grieve. This one is important. Your life as you know it is forever changed and you will most likely never see your loved ones again. Which is fucking bleak. You have NO idea how much I cried in my first, what, half year after falling?? And even after that?? Because I was devastated. It’s fine to feel like shit. It’s a shitty situation. It sucks. Grief comes in waves and sometimes it just fucking bowls you over and you drown in it and you just have to deal with it and it sucks. Sorry.

Try to make new friends. Related to my last point, you’re gonna want a support system. You’ve just gone through a traumatic experience. Like, that’s hard to go through alone.

Once you think you’re stable enough, learn about where you are. More than you already have atp because it’ll let you discover wonderful things like an awful cave to not go into or a cute little café where you can find happiness or a concert hall where there’s an orchestra playing every Tuesday and sometimes they have plays or musicals. Yknow? Try to become familiar with where you live even if it hurts. Find little happy things. It helps with the uh. Grief.

Good fucking luck being a faller is hard and it’s so fucking rough but it gets better. Like all things like this it gets better. You’ll find your place.

[akuma-tenshi]

the way dislyte's writing treats falken annoys me so much bc it's literally just like. "before sander came into his life he was a wreck. he'd taught himself that he could only rely on himself and had to be vigilant and strong at all times. this was a bad way to live and it is a good thing that sander found him and brought him out of poverty and helped his family so he wouldn't have to live like that anymore." and i'll be nodding and smiling and agreeing with them like "fuck man that's rough i'm glad he finally found room to rest and breathe and let his guard down a little"

and then they'll turn around and go "so when sander betrayed him, he realised he had to be vigilant and on-edge so that he'll never be betrayed again. and this is good because he is now a commander in the esper union and his vigilance will protect him and his comrades and the only downside is that he is a little unapproachable and lonely. yep yep yep this is good he is in a very good place mentally."

like maybe i'm just a pessimist but. that can't be good for him, right?? i can't be the only person who looks at his divinate's description (word for word: "Falken took his old friend's betrayal more as a warning than as a shock. The heavens may be vast, but one cannot ignore the ground beneath one's feet. Not letting even a sliver of evil cloud his vision, the hawk examines his surroundings dispassionately, lets not a single grain of sand go unobserved.") and goes "that's not a healthy mindset", right???? like he may believe this is good and right and that this outlook is good, but he's also never really been in a place where he could have his walls down until sander came. it really does feel like he's reverting back to the survival tactics he'd learned pre-union, when he was taking on everything people threw at him just to survive, but now the game's acting like it's a good thing because now he's with the union or whatever.

sure, in this world you have to be vigilant at times to make sure you don't get fucking murdered by miramon or whatever. but like... not all the time. how is he when there isn't a single threat?? how is he during leisure time?? at gatherings?? at night when he's trying to sleep?? from what we see of him, he's still somewhat tense, just not with any threats to justify that tension. most fics i've read have treated this as some kind of harmless quirk, as does the writing (if it's not outright romanticising it), but like,, this is genuinely a harmful mindset, especially if left unchecked.

like..... i'm not insane, right?? i'm not losing my mind for no reason over this random-ass 4-star?? it's so unbelievably frustrating bc i feel like this is such an obvious aspect of falken but i haven't seen ANYONE talk about it beyond, again, just some kind of small quirk to his character and not the absolutely awful unhealthy coping mechanism it is.

idk man. smash like for more cool epic falken content or whatever. it's just insane bc he's my favourite character in the game but i haven't seen many people talk abt him beyond his looks or his relationship with sander. which is,, fine, sander's a major part of his story ((can't really speak on his looks as i'm not a men liker)), but i am begging people to look beyond that and realise falken is at his core a deeply unhealthy person whose shitty coping mechanisms are good for those around him, and thus he never really has to change them bc if they help others, what's the harm??

[stilljuststardust]

Hey! I’ve been a follower of your blog for a long time! I have to confess something - many times when I see something in the 3D I continue to bring up the old story sometimes. I’m currently manifesting my list. It got so bad - I had an anxiety attack on the bus I was taking.

I’m doing better now but I still struggle sometimes. Like if I see something not related to my desires - I remind myself I my list. When I have to do something I do not like that is when the problems happen - seeing something I do not like I keep bringing it up. Do you have any advice on how I can stop mentally reacting to the situation/s I see?

Also a few days ago I had a bad day - so bad I was getting thoughts of self harm and it was awful. I’m trying my best. I’ve manifested age change - healing my cat - staying home from going to a place I did not want to go and more. But when manifesting any list/s I have never done so because I always fucked something up along the way - AKA - Reacting mentally to the situation/s in my life.

Hello love

I have a tendency to ruminate when I'm anxious. I did some self reflection and I realized that the reason I'd get stuck on something was because I in some way felt that if I stopped thinking about it something bad would happen. Whether that be being unprepared, or not "finding" a solution, or just a general fear that if I took my attention off of it I would lose control of it.

So now when I spiral I take a deep breath and I tell myself "it is safe to think of something else". Yes, your brain will try to drag you back a couple of times the important thing is to keep doing it. It's safe to think about something else and stressing yourself out isn't helping you so it's ok to move on to something else.

Take the time to self regulate and process your emotions but don't ruminate on them or feed into negative thought patterns.

When something comes up do what you have to do in the moment but stick to your affirmations mentally. Yes, it feels weird to force yourself out of it and just stick to the new story, but it's weird because you're more used to the old assumption than the new one.

Manifestation is not fighting the 3D and winning manifestation is creating the 3D with your thoughts and assumptions.

It could also help to revise it and be like "I didn't react at all" "wow it just manifested" or "it is working already"

Everything can change in an instant so instead of focusing on how you slipped up assume differently now. Some things are going to get to you emotionally but your emotions don't manifest.

[sha-brytols]

never apologize these give me life. it's also frustrating when you try to point this out because ALWAYS either one of two things happens:

"um ☝️🤓 actually 🙄 this is a really unfair assessment and actually says more about YOUR perception of gender politics that you believe mythal is meant to be the Evil Crazy Bitch Ex Wife" and for some reason no amount of explaining that you are specifically criticizing this as an idea being set up by the devs in the actual game itself will ever actually get through to people

"oh 🤨 so women aren't allowed to be nuanced anymore? 🤔 we can't have flawed female characters? 🙄 it's sexist for female characters to be portrayed in a toxic relationship?" and this one really grinds my gears because it ISN'T nuanced and it ISN'T complex and the entire thing was framed by the devs in such a way that illustrates everything as ultimately mythal's individual fault.

like i like the idea of mythal and solas having a codependent and mutually destructive relationship in theory and i LOVE the idea that this ultimately manifests in the literal annhilation of their world as they know it because THEY'RE GODSkindof! but this isn't how it plays out. there is absolutely NO point in the entire game where solas is given literally any agency over his own actions. why did he destroy the titans? mythal told him to. he actually says in this 🥺 heartbreaking tone "what we're doing is awful" just to really drive home the point of he didn't want this. why did he use the titans life force as a tool to strengthen the evanuris? mythal told him to. see, she even forced him to abandon his spiritual form despite him not wanting to and he even told her he thinks its dangerous to harvest the blood of the titans, he's just that loyal and devoted to her! why is he tearing down the veil? he's fulfilling mythal's final wish and he literally cannot stop himself because he's so broken by his loyalty and devotion to her that he's unable to consider any other path. why did he STAB VARRIC AND USE HIS LIKENESS TO MIND CONTROL AND MANIPULATE ROOK? BECAUSE OF MYTHAL‼️

this is what drives me so crazy like i see fans (especially solasmancers) actually buying into this and it makes me want to rip my hair out. even that infamously despised ending where he relies on mythal's favor rather than the inquisitor's to finally break the cycle seems so insidious to me. like the writers were specifically grabbing you by the shoulder to be like "don't worry, girl! he WOULD have stopped for you! he wanted to stop for you! he just couldn't because of his evil ex wife! blame her! ^_^" like all of this was just specifically so that fans of solas didn't have to reconcile any of the bad things that he does as his own actions and i'm not even saying this as a dig against solavellans im saying YALL WERE ROBBED AND YOU'RE STILL FEEDING INTO THIS EVEN WHEN YOU'RE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH IT SUCKED.

i like solas! i hate that i even feel like i have to say this because my opinion on him shouldn't matter in a discussion about misogyny but because there's now this narrative that any interpretation of him as anything but a poor little meow meow who got fucked over by the devs with a hidden agenda i feel like i have to clarify that i'm saying this partly because this completely destroys everything that made him so fun and appealing. like imagine if da2 genuinely leaned into the notion that anders was completely innocent and just being manipulated by justice this whole time and nothing he did was ever his own decision like does that not SUCK ALL POSSIBLE INTEREST OUT OF THAT CHARACTER FOR YOU? why are we okay with this!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@ikarons literally all your tags ruled but these ones especially because you dont even know how much this BUGGED ME‼️

[tubbytarchia]

So I think my perception of Grian's reasoning for enabling the horrible Jimmy ecosystem and also my perception of his character as a whole has been turned on its head completely and I feel really bad for him after watching Kingdom of Valor and it's like bad roleplay but it's. it's done things to me and I've never ever felt this much for Grian not even in my sadboy Grian Desert Duo phase. I don't know what to do about this

SA word under cut

Episodes 6 and 10 (like the entirety of it) for context. :( . :(. But like major warning if you watch those episodes, especially 10, because um they didn't use any disclaimers

[sammygender]

i’ve never been as angry on behalf of a character as i am for sam winchester

[rapidhighway]

gonna vent for a sec but im so tired of this "don't wanna be an inconvenience", people pleasing shit ngl.....do people who do this know that they just come off as really rude and like... it just feels insulting each time

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

reincarnation au doodles

(bases under cut)

[outlying-hyppocrate]

well. did you fucking miss me.

[gildedraven-goldenwhisper]

Finally caught up on c3 to watch the finale live

Ngl, those last 15 minutes of the episode almost made me cry. Shit hurt bad

[beansnpeets]

I have been trying to get Echo comfortable with the crate slowly. I have been trying to prepare her for me being away from the house for work during the day eventually. Unfortunately, it's not going well at all, and I am gonna have to just start crating her when I am gone for more than an hour. I can't let her keep destroying stuff. I know she is scared of being in the crate. But this is not gonna work. I do not have the ability to keep doing this slowly. Not when she does things like this. I was only gone for less than 6 hours. And it's not like she's destroying the whole house. She also doesn't do this every time I leave. It seems arbitrary. One time, she even did it when I was gone for 10 minutes, and literally right before I had left, we had gone for a run. And it's always small, inexpensive things. But the muzzle was the last straw. That's a major inconvenience for me now.

[maple-leifarts]

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[tsnbrainrot]

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